prettiest virgin

》 pairing: dilf! j.yh x fem babysitter! reader

》 wc: 7.8k

》 plot: every night this summer, you fantasized about your boss, Mr. Jeong. babysitting his adorable daughter all summer had turned your small crush on the young, single dad into a lust-filled infatuation. after an awkward encounter that left you both humiliated, you did your best to keep your distance at his daughter’s birthday party. that is, until fate trapped you in a bathroom with him while the party carried on outside.

》 content: oh boy, let's see, age gap, aged up yunho, virgin reader, reader lowkey down bad and porn-obsessed, bathroom sex, mirror sex, panties stay on!! grinding, cowgirl stand and carry, yunho basically using you like a fleshlight, use of sir and good girl, filthy dirty talk, cum eating, cum facial, multiple orgasms, reader obsessed with his cum lol, thigh fucking, sucking his dick while he watches porn??? MONSTER CAWK YUNHO

》 playlist: prettiest virgin- agar agar, candy- doja cat, I fucking lust you- d'african, taste so good- sabrina claudio, less of you- omar apollo, real life- the marias

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high school chaebol!wooyoung × reader, ??? × reader

start : September 1st 2022 KST / August 31st 2022 (author time)

status : completed

updates : daily, 12.30 am KST

✨️ - written chapter

introduction pt. i | pt. ii | pt. iii

ch. i | ch. ii | ch. iii | ch. iv | ch. v | ch. vi | ch. vii | ch. viii | ch. ix | ch. x | ch. xi | ch. xii | ch. xiii | ch. xiv ✨️ | ch. xv | ch. xvi | ch. xvii | ch. xviii | xh. xix | ch. xx | ch. xxi | ch. xxii | ch. xxiii | ch. xxiv | ch. xxv ✨️ | ch. xxvi | ch. xxvii | ch. xxviii | ch. xxix ✨️ | ch. xxx | ch. xxxi | ch. xxxii ✨️ | ch. xxxiii | ch. xxxiv | ch. xxxv | ch. xxxvi | ch. xxxvii | ch. xxxviii | ch. xxxix | ch. xl ✨️ | ch. xli | ch. xlii | ch. xliii | ch. xliv | ch. xlv | ch. xlvi ✨️ | ch. xlvii | ch. xlviii | ch. xlix | ch. l | ch. li | ch. lii ✨️ | ch. liii | ch. liv ✨️ | ch. lv | ch. lvi | ch. lvii | ch. lviii ✨️ | ch. lix | ch. lx | ch. lxi | ch. lxii ✨️ | ch. lxiii | ch. lxiv ✨️ | ch. lxv | ch. lxvi | ch. lxvii | ch. lxviii ✨️ | ch. lxix | ch. lxx | ch. lxxi | ch. lxxii | ch. lxxiii | ch. lxxiv ✨️ | ch. lxxv | ch. lxxvi | ch. lxxvii | ch. lxxviii | ch. lxxix | ch. lxxx | ch. lxxxi ✨️ | ch. lxxxii | ch. lxxxiii | ch. lxxxiv | lxxxv | ch. lxxxvi | ch. lxxxvii ✨️ | ch. lxxxviii ✨️ | ch. lxxxix | epilogue

choso kamo getting so handsy and greedy with you that he makes you squirt for himmmm ;)

based on this ask.

“come onnn,” he drawls, something sinister dropping his tone. “give me another one.” two fingers are circling over your clit, nursing you through your third orgasm of the hour. “i know you can give me more than that, pretty girl. wan’ you to make a mess all over my fuckin’ hand.”

a big, warm palm is splaying over your tummy, applying enough pressure to make you cry out deliriously, head lolling back and sinking into disheveled sheets. you’re writhing, rutting your cunt against the hand that paws at you, bated breaths catching in your throat.

choso follows the cant of your hips, long fingers sinking deeper and deeper, fucking to the very back of your poor, drooling pussy. he smiles when you tighten around him, sucking him in harder, wordlessly begging for more.

“god, i just know you wanna make a mess,” his pretty lips are ghosting yours, voice hushed as he whispers into your gaped mouth. “give me one more, baby.” he kisses you sloppily, furling his fingers upward to press against the spot that makes you wince.

“cho,” you’re choking out, interrupting yourself with a helpless whimper.

his fingers are relentless, mindlessly fucking you open and stretching that pretty pussy out as he swallows your cries, embodying your pleasure. choso follows the depraved arch of your back, poor cock aching at the sight of you so… gone.

“f— fuck it feels different,” you gasp, core tightening in a horrendous need to release. “oh, god… f-feels like something is different this time.”

“yeah? y’gonna squirt for me? is that it, pretty?” choso smiles something wicked. the hand that lays over your abdomen presses harder, his fingers plunging deeper. “fuck, give it to me. i need that… wanna taste that. i’ll clean you up, yeah?”

his fingers slip out briefly, but only for them to hungrily delve between your glistening lips. they trail over your slick, twitching clit, tracing tight, purposeful circles over and over and over. it’s not long before he’s sinking them back inside of you, ruining that slutty little pussy yet again.

he leers over your body, gaping as you fuck his hand, desperately chasing your looming orgasm. the rhythmic pulse of your cunt serves as a warning of the incoming downpour that slowly begins to trickle around his fingers.

a loud and nasty sound leaves you as the dribbling liquid morphs into a steady stream of arousal that gushes from your cunt. choso fucks you through it all, sloshes and splatters of your essence staining his wrinkled shirt and face. part of him can’t help but to loll out his tongue, the greedy muscle sweeping over his lips to collect your sweet juices.

“yeaaaah, fuck that’s it,” choso coos, slipping his fingers out of your sloppy hole to fully palm your cunt. “that’s a good fuckin’ girl, huuhhh?”

serval tender slaps land against your poor, swollen clit as he forces any remaining liquid of out of you. you curse him, legs snapping closed before hugging you knees to your chest. you’re a wreck, whining and gasping for him to get a fucking grip.

“you’re insane.” you mumble.

choso shrugs, smiling crookedly. “i always knew you could do that.”

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“your trauma doesn’t define you” no actually it does. it dictates every aspect of my shitty life.

Madam Kamo - C.K.

Pairing. Choso Kamo x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, clan leader! Choso, arranged marriage, mentions of heirs, he’s a little ínsane, elders are awful, MARATHONS, he goes FÉRAL, BRÉEDING, creampíes, a lot of cúmplay, semi-public, dóm Choso, oraI (fem rec), cervíx kíssing, making it fit, bulges, cúmflations, matíng presses, dúmbification, overstím, making him CRY, p talking, spítting, HEADLOCKS, slight 5 + 1 things, pet names, swéaring.

Word count. 9.3k

A/N. CLAN LEADER CHOSO CLAN LEADER CHOSO

Choso Kamo - firstborn son of the ancient Kamo clan, more of a myth than a man.

Those who attended the sprawling Kamo Estate never dared utter a word about him; and those who didn’t, well, he was all that they could talk about.

He left no evidence, he left no remorse. 

Only rumors of a silent, stoic leader who could slaughter four entirely different clans before he let even a singular whisper of it spread amongst the masses. Ones of pretty mahogany eyes, and a silver bow and arrows that hit the target of your very soul - so fluid it was as if he’d forged the weapon with his own blood. 

And then there were the other rumors - more gossip than anything, really. Spread throughout every nook and cranny of stuffy social functions about how the deadly Kamo clan leader had another, secretive side. A softer side.

But, of course, rumors were rumors. Choso Kamo was simply an enigma.

And…your new husband.

family man (choso x reader 18+)

warnings: afab!reader, gender neutral terms, degradation, creampies, breeding, cunnalingus

w/c: 540

a/n: I DONT REMEMBER WRITING THIS BUT I FOUND IT IN MY NOTES TODAY APPARENTLY I WROTE THIS IN AUGUST 2024 AT 6 AM ENJOY THIS RAUNCHY SHIT

family man choso who has nothing else in his mind other than to stuff your cunt full of his seed.

he thinks it constantly, when you’re cooking dinner, folding the laundry, scrolling on your phone, etc. literally any time you’re in his vision he thinks of his cum dripping from your hole as you’re recovering from his relentless load after load.

just like today when he came home from his brother’s school after training yuuji. you were in the kitchen finishing up the dishes in your lounge wear. which usually consists of one of choso’s t-shirts and a pair of undies but that was more than enough to get him worked up and thinking about your blissed out expression when he first pushes his cock past your tight entrance.

which explains how you got to this point:

“one more load baby please,” choso grunts under his voice into your ear.

his hands grip your thighs tightly while pushing them further and further into yourself as he fucks his cum back into your cunt.

the mess of two loads already pumped in your willing pussy with the mixture of your own releases now making a mess on the kitchen counter below you.

“pussy so wet for me, made to take my cum — fuuh-ck!”

he reaches between you two to rub at your clit again, wanting to feel you clench and spasm all over him. choso loves when you cum around his cock, the way you squeeze him like you depend on it.

“cho, it’s— ah mm— it’s too much,” you gasp over your words at the intense overstimulation.

“hmm, i don’t think so,” he thrusts into you hard, making sure you can feel the tip of his dick pressing against your sweet spot, “you can still talk so my job isn’t done yet.”

“nng, c—cho!” you tell out, not sure when your orgasms start or end at this point but all you can feel is the overwhelming pleasure the half curse is giving you.

you wonder if his insistent need to stuff you so full of his cum has something to do with him being a death painting but you couldn’t care less. this man knows what he’s doing either way so it doesn’t matter. he has your feet on top of his shoulders now and his free hand now around your throat.

“t—take it, i know you can. take it for me, slut,” he groans out in between pants of him catching his breath, “f—fuuuuck need you to cum around me again! feels so gooood.”

his hand speeds up against your clit in just the right way for the otherworldly almost stinging pleasure to rush from the tips of your fingers to the bottom of your toes. your eyes roll so far back that you lose your vision, clenching around him while he fucks his seed back into you.

your pure unadulterated indulgence was cut short when choso pulls out of you suddenly. before you could even finish letting out a whine you couldn’t even control, his tongue was cleaning the immense amount of cum he unleashed in your cunt.

“gotta clean up my mess to fill you more,” he mumbles in between licks, “need to make sure it takes.”

What happens when you take one young woman, cram her into a frat group chat, and send her off on a summer vacation with said frat?

Hoots of joy and teal water splashed from the deep ends of the pool sounded against your eardrum as you flipped through a 2005 Vogue magazine. You had just arrived at your frat brother's summer villa, courtesy of Carson’s rich father.

You were the sweetheart of Phi Kappa Psi, a title you don’t even recall earning before being dragged along by your foot by a bunch of techy dudebros with a strange fixation for beer and computer science. More times than not, you felt like you were babysitting toddlers who treated their lives like toys they could fix.

When things went wrong and the brothers began to fight, you’d hear your name being shouted in deep whiny tones before two or more men would approach you with annoyed expressions. Heads tilted up, shoulders slouched, and their hands stuffed in their hoodie pockets before angrily talking over each other about whatever they were mad about.

What children.

pregnant sex with luigi: smut ofc but lots of fluff bc third trimester :’)<3

“luigi,” you mewl softly in exasperation, coughing to clear your throat. he’s spooning you in your shared bed, hands comfortably settled on your bump underneath your pink babydoll lingerie. it’s 5.30am in Hawaii so the sun is coming up, and you decide to finally wake your husband after two hours of tossing and turning attempting to get back to sleep. even while irritable, you smile to yourself at his cute snores from behind you. pulling yourself out of his grasp slowly, you turn to face him, casually throwing one leg over his thigh and bringing one hand up to play with his curls. “lu,” you say a little louder, trying to wake him. you’ve been uncomfortable all night, and you’re not exactly sure what you want to ask of him, but you know all you want is for him to look after you right now: to hold you close, whisper sweet nothings in your ear and distract you from the discomfort. even if you’re not able to fall asleep again, cuddling your husband in bed is all you need. 

➤ 𝐉𝐉𝐊﹙ 脹相 : CHOSO KAMO ﹚ ─ the death painting cw ─ MDNI. canon!choso, óràl (m. receiving)

"and don't get me wrong," choso huffs, his breath puffing out like steam escaping a kettle. pale pink lips pouting, "i know yuuji's got a heavy burden on his shoulders, but he could really stand to try and take my advice a bit more, don't you think?"

huh. no response. choso's scowling now. cinnamon-hued eyes thinning into slivers, searching for where on earth you disappeared to.

thin brows furrowing, "my love?" the end curling into a question as uncertainty colours his tone. choso's had a long day training thus far, and it didn't help that upstart who shoulda' stayed in that damned box — gojo satoru, seemed to occupy most of his younger brother's attention. diverting his attention away from the important lessons that his petulant older brother was trying to teach him. eso and kechizu were never so stubborn.

with a sharp exhale, choso pushes himself up from the seat, smacking his thighs in frustration, but not before —

"sit back down, cho."

choso's mouth goes bone-dry, nerves going into some twisted form of sensory overload as he tries to calm the blood rushing through his pounding heart before the muscle explodes. but it's too late for the blood rushing down south, already pooling in a satisfied coil over his groin.

he hasn't the faintest clue on where you managed to swipe away his robes, but he thinks he may yet be the luckiest man (no, wait, let's not unpack that yet) alive. amber eyes raking over how the cream linen drapes your form so perfectly, clinging to every curve that he loves to worship.

but choso is sharp, he doesn't miss the mischievous glint in your eyes nor the way that your teeth sink into the flesh of your lower lip. teasing, watchful. he should have known better than to be caught off guard like this, but choso truly cannot even bring himself to care about how much of an effect you have on him. how you unravel him to the core.

"you're lookin' pretty frustrated, baby," you're purring, already stalking closer so choso has to tear his eyes away from the swell of your chest and back to somewhere more polite and acceptable. think, choso, think of something smart to say. something that isn't sleazy, and something that hasn't been concocted by the heat throbbing and pumping straight outta' his cock.

but there's some awful lag between his brain and his tongue, and choso can only let the crimson flush build up, painting the back of his neck awash. watching as you snicker, knowing that the half-curse is practically one touch away from trembling in your hold. well, you can truly give him something to quiver about now.

"had a rough day, is all," choso rasps, and he doesn't even seem to be aware of how his vocal cords have turned to a husky granite. loose strands of chestnut-dark hair falling over his eyes as his pink tongue comes out to moisten his lips, mind whirring on how to turn this loss of composure into a win, "uh, it really sucked, you could say. mhm, i guess that's how i'd describe it."

you're already seated between his knees, head gently leaning against the broad muscles of his thighs. hands already pawing at the loose waistband of his ivory martial pants. unimpressed eyes blinking up at him, "what did i say about bad puns, cho?"

"that they're no good," choso murmurs, doing his best not to shudder as your nails lightly skim over the thatch of dark curls past his hips. but because he truly can't help himself, he has to add on, "that they blow."

he's really a natural born comedian, choso thinks to himself, it's just a shame that no-one else can really see past the gloom and doom to appreciate his natural wit.

NOW HOLD ON A FUCKING SECOND FOLKS ARE YALL SEEING THEM THANGS TOO???????

𝓹𝓸𝓹𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓫𝓾𝓫𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓼 - 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽 2

(4,612 words)

part 1

summary: you're mean. you're bad. but your smart enough to get grades and attention and yet, breaking luigi mangione to be the kind of person you are... doesn't seem to work.

little do ya know, he's about to break you instead.

𝗍𝗐: 𝖲𝖬𝖴𝖳𝖳𝖳𝖳, 𝗌𝖾𝗑𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝗏 (𝗎𝗇𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽), 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖽𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗆 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗂𝖺𝗅, 𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗆𝗌 𝖼𝗎𝗓 𝗂𝗆 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝖾𝗋𝖺, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗒!

GUYS!!!! luigi has made his first public statement; his legal team has created this website

wow this makes my heart so happy, everyone share this website! ❤️‍🩹🙏

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word count: 12.513

warning: smut, dirty talking, cyborg namjoon duh, nipple sucking/pinching, face-riding, oral sex, fingering, dirty talking, unprotected sex, creampie, intense orgasming, possessive namjoon duh, carbon monoxide poisioning, yandere tendancies, character death(s)

halloween masterlist

“Seriously?” you sigh with an arched eyebrow. “I don’t think I can handle anymore of your science bullshit.”

“Science bullshit?” Karan scoffs with a roll of his eyes. “You should be honored to get all of my science bullshit for free. What I give you can go for thousands!”

A Birthday Spiritual Practice

Your birthday is a beautiful time for self-reflection, gratitude, and spiritual renewal. Here’s a meaningful spiritual ritual you can perform to honor your journey and set intentions for the year ahead:

1. Prepare a Sacred Space👑

• Choose a calm and quiet spot where you feel connected to yourself and the divine/God/universe/guides.

• Light a candle (preferably white or gold for purity and blessings).

• Arrange items that symbolize your journey—photos, crystals, flowers, or anything meaningful to you.

2. Cleanse Your Energy👑

• Use sage, palo santo, or lavender incense to cleanse your aura and the space. **(don’t worry if you don’t have any of this, I used my diffuser and added lavender essentials oil)

• As you cleanse, say:

“I release the energies of the past year. I invite love, light, and blessings into my new year.”

3. Reflect on the Past Year

• Write in your journal about your growth, lessons, and accomplishments.

• Acknowledge challenges and express gratitude for how they shaped you.

4. Set Your Intentions

• On a piece of paper, write down your desires, goals, and dreams for the coming year.

• Hold the paper to your heart and imagine it already fulfilled. Say:

“I step into this new year aligned with love, purpose, and divine guidance. I trust the unfolding of my highest good.”

5. Connect with Your Higher Self

• Spend a few minutes in meditation. Visualize yourself glowing with divine light, radiating beauty, abundance, and strength.

6. Gratitude Prayer

• Offer a prayer of thanks:

“Thank You, Divine Creator, for this gift of life. Thank You for guiding me, protecting me, and blessing me with abundance. I dedicate this new year to living in harmony with my highest self.”

7. Celebrate Your Life

• Eat something sweet to symbolize the sweetness of life.

• Play uplifting music and dance or do something joyful to embody the energy of celebration.

8. Give Back

• Perform an act of kindness to share the love and gratitude you feel—help someone in need, give a gift, or donate to a cause.

This ritual is a powerful way to honor your spiritual journey and align yourself with the energy of love, gratitude, and new beginnings.

Oh and one last thing, HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I wish you all the love, happiness, blessings, money and success in this world. You are never alone don’t forget that💖🥳

I STILL HATE YOU / J.W

Pairing ◊ bratty!fem!reader x brattamer!wooyoung (ft. '99 line)

Genre ◊ SMUT, angst, ennemies to ???

Warnings ◊ SMUT (MINORS DNI), reader is a brat, harddom!wooyoung, they hate each other, fingering, rough, degradation, petnames (good girl, sweetheart...), oral (fem receiving), lots of angst

Word count ◊ 4,6k

Summary ◊ : You and Wooyoung hated each other, but your friends thought it would be a good idea to lock wooyoung's room to "sort things out"

a/n: just a sucker for dom Wooyoung 😵‍💫 enjoy! (not proofread)