Hello! Could You Write 0T5 TXT When You Manhandle Them During Sex, Such As Like Carrying Them And Fucking

I'll leave this 👆 here... You Decide 🤔

pygophilia ..part 1.. yes, i will talk about ass and asshole forever. this is who i am i will talk about wonho's (most likely bleached) white-peach asshole that clenches in when you lick or finger it because the sudden change in temperature makes his little boy-hole needy and he makes a show out of hooking his sock-clad feet over your back and pulling you deeper into him, whining, and mumbling under flushed cheeks that he wants you to fuck his pussy like you're using it i will talk about bang chan's hole that catches around the cool, silky smooth realistic silicone head of a dick that's bigger than he's used to bc he loves getting off to someone stronger than him plowing into his tight cheeky ass and stretching him like the bitch he knows he is. he's a wonderful leader until someone gives him genuine, well-thought out praise that penetrates his defenses and makes him into a desperate pup for your validation..to the point where his cock drips at the thought of it i will talk about taemin moaning and screaming so much that the higher register of his voice cracks and breaks because you have him suspended in crimson hemp ropes that dig wonderful and pleasant rosy burns into his skin while you're pistoning into his ass that's bare and open for you to stuff him full to the point where he feels you in his stomach. this is what true love feels like i will talk about how jongin's gorgeous dancer's legs are hiked over his tummy and under his chin while you're pulling and throwing off his bed time bear-covered jammies and he's got his thumb in his mouth with wide, curious eyes looking up at you when you've finally got a thick cock-head stroking cool, runny lube over his nearly virginal asshole and lets out the most enticing and provocative moans before he shouts 'it's too big!' in a higher, sweeter voice bc he wants you to go slow. he wants you both to enjoy this the right way i will talk about how johnny thrashes and calls you out your name before apologizing with tears dotting his eyes and streaking down his pretty, carved cheeks when he takes your fingers for the first time and works himself up to a rhythm; his previous thoughts about his manhood are dissolving in real time and he feels so stiflingly vulnerable..and exposed. His nipples are rock hard and the head of his cock is weeping with pearls of pre-cum right as you hit his prostate and he hits a state of black-out bliss when he finally lets go and fuck is he the prettiest boy you've ever wanted to break in i will talk about how namjoon won't stop moaning and clenching white-fisted knuckles into your bed's torn off sheets and has a pool of saliva sticking to his cheek beneath him because you're fucking so much synthetic cum into him that it's rubbing against his prostate and gushing noisily back out of him, like he's some kind of cheap whore. he's too flustered to look back but the tension in his upper shoulders gives him away bc you lean down to kiss him and reassure him that he's doing wonderfully and he's taking being bred so well i will talk about how bambam's hole lewdly squelches all around you like he's done this a million times before. has he? well maybe one day he'll tell you. but he's preoccupied with the delicious way the glass head enters him as you're soothing him into a relaxed state while licking the rim of his asshole with quick, kitten-like swipes. his balls are pulled tight when he clenches down around the toy and tries not to screw up his face in an ugly way because it just feels so damn good. he hooks his slender leg around you..almost possessively while you go to work, pleasuring him to the point where he'd cream around you if he could

i’m afraid we have a code red... for @xjoonchildx

okay but like virgin!soob that shakes when he cums in you :( literally cums at the sight of your naked body, only knowing anatomy from sex ed and the porn he watches :(

he also most definitely has a breeding kink and would burst into a million pieces at the offer to come inside you, unprotected 🫠

sub!soobin with a breeding kink is literally perfect, he'd thank you a million times for letting him cum in you, him wanting to do it for so long but never having the guts to ask you, so when you say he can he just can't handle himself, fucking you into the bed like a rabbit(get it;)and when he cums in you he grips your body so tight, thrusting his cum into you as deep as he can, he wants it to stay there for as long as possible<3

“Sweet Dreams”

Martin Gregus captured a once in a lifetime moment of a Polar Bear sleeping on a bed of fireweed.

Churchill, Manitoba, Canada

Always Obey Izogie

summary: disobeying izogie is possibly the worst idea on earth.

pairing: izogie x black!reader

warnings: 18+, oral, fingering, self-indulgent for my izogie addiction

The heavy door swung open before slamming shut, and Izogie's footsteps rang against the floor as she moved quickly, making her way to where you were. She knew you'd be waiting for her. You always did, and as you perked up at her presence in the room, she felt the tension inside of her grow more.

"My love," you greeted gently, but the excitement inside of you leaked out through how brightly your eyes shined at the sight of her.

Just looking at Izogie had the ability to make your mouth water. You were sure that it was a truly pathetic fact, but you couldn't help the way she had you wrapped around her finger.

Izogie did not waste much time as she greeted you with a soft peck on your lips before pressing two fingers to them and pushing for you to open your mouth for her. You obeyed and she sank her fingers deep into your mouth, almost touching the back of your throat. As your eyes watered, you brought your hands up to grasp her forearm, seeking comfort just from holding any part of her.

"My gorgeous girl," she cooed, a cocky smile forming on her face as she admired the way you sucked on her fingers.

Izogie knew she had earned the right to be cocky. She was a fierce warrior, a beautiful one at that, and she had who she deemed the most beautiful woman in the world as her lover. She wasn't sure she could be higher than she was already.

"I missed you," she said softly, as she let her fingers swirl in your mouth before pulling them out and bending down to your level to smile in your face. "Did you miss me?"

You couldn't help the giggle that escaped you. Izogie had been gone for a week and you always had the fear that she may not come home to you. However, when she burst through the door ready to give you her all, the giddiness that filled you was uncontrollable.

"You know I did," you respond, scrunching your nose at her before pressing your forehead to her own. "I always miss you."

She pressed her lips to yours once more before pushing your shoulders down to the bed. Your mouth parted to protest. You wanted to serve Izogie this time. She'd been off nearly getting herself killed and she deserved to be praised for once.

"Izogie, allow me to-"

She shook her head and shot you a sharp look that let you know not to dispute her wish to please you.

"I want to taste you," she said sternly before pressing kisses to your neck and shoulder blades.

"But, you've been-"

"Did you hear me?" she questioned. "I want to taste you. Why do you disobey my requests?"

You opened your mouth to speak but she cut you off again.

"Always what, my love?" she asked, looking to you for a reply.

"Always obey, Izogie," you breathed in response, her fingers gripping your waist.

"That is right," she responded, pleased and nodding her head with a confident smile.

She continued leaving her kisses all over you, the warmth of her mouth on your skin lighting you up inside and out. You wondered how she knew exactly how to please you without even undressing you. Izogie was perfect for you and to you and you couldn't begin to fathom how it was possible for her to treat you so well.

A soft breath escaped you as Izogie's hands squeezed your hips so hard that you'd probably be a little sore there later. She finally stopped her kisses as she made her way to your hip bones, pulling down the skirt that covered them. She slid the garment down your legs and past your ankles and you felt yourself shying as her eyes took you in. That all went away when she pushed your legs apart and you heard her inhale the scent of you, eyes making contact as she smirked at you from between your legs.

"You are perfection," she told you before pressing a kiss directly to your clit before moving her head back to look at you.

"Izogie, please do something," you requested, tiring of the way she just sat there staring at you without touching you.

"Am I not allowed to admire your beautiful cunt, hm?" she asked, quickly slipping her finger between your folds before letting it reappear and admiring the wetness that coated it.

You inhaled, already missing the feeling of her touch.

"For me?"

You nodded in response.

"Speak up, my love," she commanded of you before taking her finger in her mouth and allowing herself a taste of you, causing you to lose the words that had been forming in your mind.

Her eyes never left you as she savored the taste of you, awaiting your response.

"Always obey, dear," she reminded, finally taking her finger from her lips. "Is it for me?"

"Yes, Izogie. It is always for you."

She didn't respond, just pressed her mouth against your cunt for another taste of you, tongue coming out to lick around your clit before prodding against your hole. You shuddered and the hairs on your body stood up from the contact.

A quiet whimper came from you as she pushed her tongue in further before pulling it out again and she laughed lowly against you, the vibrations making your legs shake.

"Can I hear you?" she asked you, fingers pressing against your thighs. "Let me hear that pretty voice. I have been deprived of it all week."

You weren't about to let her tell you to obey again. You'd been down that road before and it always ended with you begging Izogie to release. The noise you let out, however, didn't have to be forced as Izogie pushed a slender finger all the way inside of you and curled it, finding the sensitive spot inside you immediately. She knew your body so well that she could tell exactly what actions made you scream for her.

"Mmm, you sound wonderful," she hummed in satisfaction before adding another finger.

Your hips writhed against her and she looked up at you in warning. Izogie didn't have to say a word. You knew exactly what her eyes were saying: Be still. Whether you would be able to obey was a different story.

As she brought her thumb to massage your clit, your hand flew to the back of her head almost involuntarily, trying to press further against her. She pulled away and glared before standing up and putting her arms behind her back. Her posture resembled that of when she was instructing trainees and you shuddered, understanding the fear that those in training had when stood that way.

"You tell me that you will always obey me, yet you do the opposite. Is my authority a joke to you, my love?"

You vigorously shook your head, already having an idea of how this was going.

"Igozie, I will, I promise that-"

She clicked her tongue and silently you immediately, eyebrow raising as she moved to lean against the wall.

"You will do as I say and I will consider relieving you if you obey," she told you, bringing her hands in front of her to stand more comfortably. "Touch yourself and I will tell you when to stop. Finish before I allow you and you will deeply regret it, my dear."

You stared at her blankly, breath catching in your throat and almost unable to move. Her eyes drifted directly to your core as she waited for you to process her words.

"Always obey Izogie," she told you, smirking and not allowing her eyes to look away as you slowly brought your hand down and did as she said.

With Izogie in charge, you were in for an incredibly long evening.

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