the drawing totally looks like me

sarah-choi  asked:

Im pretty recent to finding your blog but i have to say...i love all your work! Your inktober drawings are so creative and unique and the way you draw our lovely god 707, IM IN LOVE! ♡

Hello~ You’re most welcome and I’m suuuper happy you found your way here~!! You saying that you like the style I’m going for inktober reassures me it’s a good theme after all - manageable in time and still nice to look at (I hope it doesn’t get to monotonous  >.<) 

Fun fact: I fully share your love for our god 707 but drawing his hair makes me lose my religion!! Those layers of fluffy mess … inscrutable !! tho I’d totally run my fingers through it … for refernce of course~

collab with @gorovaia for mermay, she did the sketch and i painted it



at the beginning of the dream he totally hated the cat for looking like him, but by the end of the dream he was in love with that cat and it became his sidekick goodbye


Soul Eater AU Kacchako for @technoskittles​!! Merry Christmas!! 

Your options for the secret santa were all so good it was really hard to decide, but here’s the result! hope you like it!! :)

Also i don’t know if this is legal, but this has a PART 2, YEAH GURL IMMA SPOIL YOU SO MUCH YOU HAVE NO IDEA 

Here’s my full submission for @vldmattzine! It was fun thinking about where and what Matt and Pidge would be doing after the war ends. I can’t imagine them just staying at home after finding out what’s out there. So… I wanted to draw them in an environment where it’d look like they’re on a mission? Or maybe they’re just exploring planets since it’s peace now? Who knows? So long as they’re having fun. Matt’s outfit was also totally inspired by Starlord cause you can’t tell me he wouldn’t like Marvel movies despite some of the science stuff being total bs

I made a postcard design for the zine as well, you can find it here:

And finally, the zine has some leftovers for if you want to buy them for yourselves! Please check them out here or spread the word :D

anonymous asked:

You are probably swamped with prompts but if you have time for one more! Allura doing something totally normal in front of all of the team but Shiro is just looking at her cuz gosh that boy is so in love but has no idea yet and lance (or whomever) notices Shiro noticing Allura so he gives shiro a look and shiro is all what? and lance gives him the "you like crabby patty's don't you squid ward" face.

TFW anons read your mind

Bless you for giving me the opportunity to draw a smitten Shiro…and a shitlord Lance XD


Inktober 13 - Bubblegum.

Me and Mary are doing Inktober half and half! (Check out Day 12).

(Fresh Sans) is created by (Crayon Queen)

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There are roses on Derek’s doorstep.

No note. No scent trail. After determining that there is nothing inherently magical or deadly about them, he spends the entire rest of the day researching symbolism and archaic demon customs, trying to figure out what kind of death threat he’s just been handed.

It doesn’t occur to him until nightfall, when the neighbors start discussing their romantic dinner plans at a decibel he has trouble tuning out, that he realizes the flowers might not have been delivered with malicious intent.

Because, apparently, today is Valentine’s Day. And apparently someone decided that Derek should receive flowers to celebrate the occasion.

Derek Hale has a secret admirer.

He honestly would have preferred the death threat.

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OMGCP characters as things my mom has said to me
  • Bitty: It's 3:30 in the morning and you have a sociology report due tomorrow why are you making a cheesecake
  • Jack: Hey could you step away from your hyperfixation for a second and look at this shirt design?
  • Ransom: [as im huddled in a ball under my bed] Is this because of school, the future, moving out, or all of the above?
  • Holster: I'm banning Moana songs from this house and it's all your fault
  • Lardo: If you don't stop drawing on your arms ill tape your fingers together
  • Dex: Did you...did you kick the dishwasher and then fix it BETTER than before you broke it?? ((note: this was a total accident))
  • Nursey: You look like a lesbian hipster in a portland vegan bakery
  • Chowder: If you called me in here just too tell me how nice your friends are AGAIN i'm adopting you off
  • Whiskey: Stop pretending you're cool we all know you cried over the Homeward Bound movie
  • Tango: I'll answer all of your questions about technology back in my day in a second just please for the love of god let me take a bath
  • Ollie&Wicks: How long have you been in the house?? i haven't seen you in like 3 days
  • Ford: You'd be a great politician, you're good at ordering people around and have a face that makes people inherently trust you
  • Johnson: please stop making me think about if i'm real or not while i'm buying toilet paper
  • Kent: You're never gonna get a boyfriend, your only redeemable quality is that cats like you
  • NOTE - im very very gay and like girls a Lot but im still in the closet, which is why these seem so uncharacteristically Hetero™

I need an AU where Keith and Lance work at a ranch together over the summer and go on evening rides. Lance totally steals glances at Keith’s adorable face too.

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I’m too lazy to draw anything good, so here are some doodles.

Black dragons would look totally badass, but I actually have them as orange because of Hanzo and Genji’s young skins, which are orange and white. Why else would they share the same colors if they weren’t their clan colors? And why else would those be their clan colors if they weren’t the colors of their leader’s dragons? So yeah. (Originally the fur was white in this drawing, but it didn’t look good so I had to change it.)

Their names are Momo (”peach”) and Risshuu (“the first day of autumn” if the internet didn’t lie to me).

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I cannot draw backgrounds so I cheated and that isn’t nice but don’t look at me like that

hey guys, it’s the first ever comic strip I’ve done and the first ever illustration too, so yaaay, I guess :D The inspiration was a great scene in @fear3loathing‘s ammmazing Kacchako fic titled Don’t Ask Don’t Tell which you can (and totally should!) check out here


after taking me over thREE HECKIN WEEKS TO MAKE my first animation meme is finally done!! :0 chose to do Posin’ with Knockout and Breakdown since I thought it fit them well pffffftt. This was lots of fun to make (albeit really challenging too) and I’m really happy with the way this came out!! you can totally expect to see more of these from me in the future!!

*all proper credit/links to originals are given in the video’s description

So not to interrupt this Yuri on Ice content with… more Yuri on Ice content, but: Most Relatable Duality of Yuuri Katsuki Mood for me is hands-down that interplay between his ever-fluctuating self-worth and his pride.

Like. I cannot stop picturing him pre-competition, the oncoming psychological death spiral glaringly obvious to everyone who’s ever met him. The only times he doesn’t look 100% catatonic is when he’s making ‘jokes’ to Phichit like “Ha ha, if you don’t want to be seen with me afterwards I totally understand, hahaha.”

And then one of the Americans breezes over like, “Hey, Katsuki, can I give you some advice? Try not to take this seriously. Just have fun.”

The temperature drops like 12 degrees and Yuuri grows about 2 inches in height as he draws himself out of his slouch. His stare focuses and zeroes in. The only audible sound is an onlooker swallowing.

“I’ll keep that in mind, Craig,” he says, and then spite-skates to silver.

(And Phichit swears to this day that he can’t remember tweeting “CRAIG JUST ALMOST BECAME AN EX-CRAIG.”)

Recently I realised that my need to make “good” art was boxing me in, and I was losing my imaginative flair.

When we were kids we drew and scribbled whatever came to mind, and we coloured it however we wanted, and we went outside the lines, and it didn’t matter if the things we drew were totally two dimensional, because they had character. I used to draw these silly little cartoon crocodiles with one line and they were very very not what crocodiles look like but my dad loved them and I showed him every single one, with no embarrassment. I was proud of them. 

So I’ve started scribbling again. I mean really scribbling. A lot doesn’t make “sense” and sometimes turns out “ugly” but I’m letting my imagination control my hand and not worry about the “quality” of it. And it’s So. Much. Fun. I’ve drawn aliens and landscapes and spaceships and old men and viking helmets and crystal earrings.

So if you’re an artist and you’re getting frustrated about not being “good enough” (because I know I was), then try to clear your mind and let your hand go wild, who cares if it ends up wonky, it’s your special brand of wonky.

anonymous asked:

I love your writings so freaking much! Could you do a BTS reaction to them cumming early while you two are having sex? Thanks!💖💖


He knows it’s dangerous, risky and stupid. Giving in to his impulses while he has always kept control of it is something that makes Namjoon feel pretty ashamed of but when he sees how impatiently you undo the buttons of his pants, he thinks he’ll work on that another day. At this moment, nothing else matters except for your jerky breath against his mouth and your impatient little moans when your hands lower his pants.

…Crazy what a kiss can start.

Namjoon and the boys have a show tonight, and of course he asked you if you wanted to see it from the side of the stage so you could go out for dinner when it’s over. When he put his lips on yours (a totally random moment, a simple cute kiss while everyone was relaxing backstage), something weird happened between your two bodies. Namjoon looked at you and it was as if a shadow had passed in your eyes to darken them and hypnotize him. He felt that liquid heat flutter in his lower abdomen and immediately realized he was screwed. Only this time, instead of moving away from you to stop it, his hand clenched on your thigh. And Namjoon knows what effect it has on you. You lowered your eyes on his hand before taking it to drag him out of the room. Namjoon saw how Tae looked at him with a smirk on the lips.

And here he is, standing up between your legs, lifting you up so you can sit on a huge box in the back of a shed. He doesn’t waste time removing your clothes and simply removes your panties, thanking you mentally for choosing a skirt for tonight. He presses your thighs and thrusts in you as slowly as he can while his whole body needs to be rough. He didn’t suspect that you shared this need for roughness. You press him suddenly against you, your hands grabbing his ass to find the perfect angle. Namjoon can’t help but grunt and presses your hip harder to prevent you from doing it again. You moan against his mouth, your hands moving up against his neck, impatient, docile and needy. Namjoon starts to thrust with a faster pace, feeling a huge thrill running along his spine. You’re clenching too much around him & Namjoon wants to protest but fuck it : it’s too good. It’s too warm, too wet, too deliciously tight for him to tell you anything. Especially when you offer him such beautiful moans against his mouth, looking at him as if he were the only reason of your heartbeats, the only one who can give you what you want. Namjoon curses while feeling his member twitch inside you with each rough thrust and has to sink his teeth in the warm skin of your neck to silence his moans. Big mistake. Does he not know how sensitive you are? Does he not know how it makes you even more feverish, even more receptive to what he’s doing to you? You grow a feline moan against his ear, your breath nearly cut when he thrusts even harder under the effect of that moan. Without even being able to stop himself, like an animal impulse that he can’t refrain from, he fucks faster and faster, growling louder when this quick friction makes him dizzy. Your moans are too beautiful, the pressure of your walls is too strong, your heat and your scent too. Namjoon clenches his jaw. It’s too intense. He holds back an loud moan when he violently cums inside you, feeling his strength leaving him for a few seconds. You wrap your arms around his neck to prevent him from losing his balance and Namjoon is simply grateful as he feels his body shaking and his legs getting weak, unable to find his breath back, unable to understand what just happened.

He feels your hand passing on his neck and finally realizes the situation. He sighs, raising his head to rest his forehead against yours. You look at him with big surprised eyes, beautifully naive and pure eyes that reach him right in the heart and Namjoon has to hold another sigh as he cups your face in his hands to tell you softly :

“I’m so sorry… I… I don’t know why it felt so intense… I just…”

You silence him with a finger on his mouth and when he reads “it’s okay” on your lips, Namjoon feels all the heaviness that weighed on his heart fly away. He suddenly feels like a burst of happiness invading his whole being and feels the need to tell you how much he loves you, how he doesn’t even deserves you, how beautiful, how caring, how s…

“Hyung ! Hyung …!”

Taehyung’s voice is a brutal reminder of reality. Namjoon sighs and looks at the door as if he could see Tae to ask him for a few more minutes, just enough time for him to make you cum so hard you’ll be at the edge of fainting. But he jumps when he feels you putting back his pants in place, whispering him to hurry. Namjoon looks at you without moving, aware that he should do something, but unable to look away from you.

“But you didn’t even…” begins Namjoon, aware that it’s more a complaint than a question, but his words vanish against your lips. You kiss him so tenderly Namjoon doesn’t even close his eyes, too much took aback by your constant love even in the worst situations.

“It’s okay baby, you’ll just have to make me cum twice tonight… Hurry, hurry !”, you say playfully while putting back on your panties and jumping from the box. Namjoon lets you take his hand and draw him to you, your hands busy reeling him while he looks at you tenderly, aware that he totally looks like the cheesiest man in the world.


“Okay guys, we’re going now… You sure you don’t wanna come with us ?”, Jimin asks one last time, taking the keys in his hands, the other boys already getting out of the dorm.

Taehyung shakes his head without even answering, his attention fully fixed on the tv screen. He feels that you curl up a little more against his shoulder in your drowsiness and feels your warm breath against his collarbone. Jimin shrugs but Tae doesn’t see him, he just hears the door closing.

A few minutes pass in the quietness of the empty dorm, the only sound coming from the TV which continues to pass a tasteless drama. Taehyung lowers his head to watch you sleep, smiling slightly when he sees that your cheeks are slightly pinker than usual.

Imagine his surprise when you open your eyes to raise them to his, a glance so hot and so lustful that Tae suddenly has trouble swallowing his own saliva. His eyes rest a moment on your parted lips that suddenly seems too delicious, too warm and soft. He feels the familiar liquid heat in his lower abdomen, a heat that spreads quickly as he stares at your face, feeling the tension building in the room. You look at each other for a long time without being aware of the time passing by, your breaths almost mixing.

None of you are the first to jump at each other. You do it at the same time, Tae pulling you on his lap to respond to the fiery kiss you give him. It’s as if you’re nothing but fire, a fire that attracts Tae like a magnet, his hands wanting to go everywhere, his mouth no longer standing to be far from yours even when you have to break the kiss to get some air. Taehyung has no idea what’s going on, he just knows that he wants you more than ever & he wants you now, in the middle of the living room while the boys have only left a few minutes ago. His hands goes on your butt to brutally lower your shorts, showing you that you must get up immediately before he starts to tear off this fucking useless fabric. Tae lets you get up but can’t help but drop your shorts and thong in one go, his hands already missing your skin. He brings you back on him with and eagerly slides two fingers against your slit. Finally, you moan. Finally, the sound he loves the most in the world reaches his ears. Tae shudders when he feels how wet you are and grunts against your mouth, his member twitching under the amount of blood rushing down there. You almost snatch his top but Tae couldn’t care less. He lowers his sweatpants, his boxer, and begins to palm himself. He looks at you slightly from below, biting his lip as you lift yourself a little more so you can go down on his cock. You look so impatient & the fact that he’s touching himself seems to get on your nerves, seeing how quickly you grab his hand to replace it with yours. Tae swings his head back to have a better sight of your pussy going down on his dick, never tired of this breathtaking view. When he feels his member sliding so easily inside you, Tae doesn’t hold a long sigh. He sees you smiling, but above all he sees you clenching your hands on both sides of his head on the back of the sofa, sign that you’re gonna be in full control. Taehyung hisses between his teeth under the pleasure that already invades him and presses your thighs between his long fingers. Your hip rolls are slow but takes him so deeply that Tae can’t stop sighing every time. And when you increase your pace, it’s no longer sighs but moans. Taehyung knows that you love when he’s loud and is not surprised to feel you clenching around him, only this time, the pleasure is too strong. Tae clenches his fingers into your skin, his eyes wide open under this overwhelming pleasure. His mouth opened to let his moans escape, he looks at you as you ride him like a goddess, your hips taking him so intensely and so deeply, faster and faster.

Taehyung knows it’s too early but he can’t control himself. When his moans gets jerkier and then faint in his throat as the orgasm explodes in his lower abdomen, he lets himself completely be submerged by the intense pleasure. He raises his hips to ride his orgasm until the end, breath short, mouth still slightly open.


You look at him with big surprised eyes, your beautiful mouth open to let out your jerky breath, your hair falling on your face, your neck soaked with sweat. And you have never been so beautiful. Taehyung looks at you as if you were really a goddess, his heart drumming against his chest, his legs shaking as a result of this incredible orgasm. He can’t answer you, he almost feels like he’s not really there, right under you, losing his breath and his mind when you look at him like that.

“Tae…”, you repeat, but this time it’s with a disappointed voice.

You jump when Tae puts his hands on your cheeks, pulling you to him. He kisses you softly, tenderly, holding back a sigh that stifles his throat. Taehyung is very sensitive, today… But sensitive or not, his goddess must be satisfied. He puts his hands on your thighs and gets up, carrying you with him and making you jump slightly to hold you better. He kisses your nose, paying little attention to your even more surprised look, and heads for the bathroom. He intends to clean you gently before eating you out with fervor.


Seokjin doesn’t knocks on your door : he hammers his fists on it.

It’s been two weeks since he left to promote the album and it’s a euphemism to say that your separation was tough for both of you. Jin kept thinking of your body and the things that only you could do to him, and neither the nudes nor the naughty facetime sessions filled him up. On the contrary, it only reinforced his frustration and his desire to feel your warmth again.

When you open the door, Jin drops his bag on the floor, makes two quick steps towards you, takes your face between his big hands and presses you against the wall to kiss you with passion. You barely push the door to close it, as if it didn’t matters if anybody could walk in, and wrap your arms around Jin to stick a little more against him. When your tongue finds his, Jin lets out a relieved moan and intensifies the kiss, already passing his hands under your nightie. He breaks the kiss just for a second to be able to remove it with haste (You don’t wear anything else, thank god), running his hands under your ass to lift you in his arms. As he slams you against the wall to devour the warm skin of your neck, he feels your impatient hands trying to pull off his jacket and starts to smile. You drop the sides of his jacket, sighing against Jin’s luscious lips as he slides the sleeves one by one before you drop it to the ground. Jin walks away from the wall and crosses the corridor, his lips still glued to yours and his tongue constantly seeking yours, your naked and burning body making him even more impatient to lie on the bed. He lets you rip off his t-shirt and throw it across the room, sighing as your hands pass through his hair. Jin opens the door of your bedroom and lies you on the bed, his body still stuck to yours. You both gasp for air, almost whining as the sexual tension becomes too painful. With impatient and shaky hands, you undo the buckle of his belt, sighing with desire against Jin’s mouth. He lets you do it alone, his wet lips landing on your jaw and your neck, restraining himself from not grinding against you even if his body is urging him to do it. With a quick and impatient gesture, you lower his pants and his boxer and take his cock in your soft and warm hand. An exquisite discharge runs through Seokjin’s body and making him grunts in your neck, savoring the gentle friction of your fingers that know exactly how to touch him. But Jin is not patient enough tonight and he gently pushes away your hand to approach his member to your entrance. He slides the tip along your slit to coat it with your juices and pushes into you, trying his best to be gentle and to put enough softness in it so you’re not hurt. It seems that his worry is unfounded when he hears the moan you soflty let out, but especially when he sees how up you raise your legs, as if to invite him to go deeper. Jin doesn’t want to be vanilla, he’s not even able to stay gentle. His thrusts are fast, deep, stroking your g spot directly. You squirm under him, rolling your hips to increase his pleasure. You’re tight and dripping, and Jin is almost drooling against your neck. But worst of all, you clench so hard around him. And as if it was not enough torture, you’re moaning his name. Louder and louder. Jin both wants to silence you and to make you scream his name until you break your voice. But if he doesn’t do anything, he will come too quick.

“Babe… S-stop, I’m gonna…”, Jin begins to whisper against your neck, but you don’t stop rolling your hips against his, as if you don’t even hear him.

Jin moans when you press him even more against your burning core with your legs pushing his sides. Your hands pressing against his lower back and his ass, you pull him to you, almost taking control and making Jin even more sensitive to what you do to him.

Too tight. Too wet. Too feverish.

Jin cums into you, a strong curse escaping from his lips as he rides his orgasm until the end, aware of your shocked face but not wanting to ruin the intensity of it. Jin realizes that this is the first time he comes that quick and raises his head to look at you with big eyes, not believing it happened. You look at him with the same surprised eyes but when you breathe “I’m sorry », Jin wonders if he really heard you right.

“I didn’t stop… I… It was too good… Ah… I’m sorry…”, you say in a breath as you stroke his cheek, your other hand shaking on his arm. You look sincerely sorry and almost ashamed of yourself but it doesn’t last long. Jin guesses that he must really look lost because you burst out laughing. He looks at you with big eyes but can’t hold a soft chuckle, finding this situation too funny not to laugh with you. Jin rests his body against yours, enjoying with a shiver the gentle embrace of your arms, listening to you stupid giggles. He smiles, his head resting on your shoulder and his breath on your neck, and then pretends to get upset to make you laugh even more, smiling lovingly and kissing the warm skin of your neck as your fingers passes through his brown hair.


“You’re crazy…”, Hoseok breathes as your feet stops on the cool sand, a few meters from the calm and quiet ocean. A light breeze blows and makes your hair wave towards the sparkly water under the moon. Hoseok looks at you, unable to believe that you dragged him here in the middle of the night. You turn your head towards him and smile at him.

Just twenty minutes ago, you were admiring the superb view from your hotel room and when Hoseok said out loud how pretty the moon was over the sea, you began to smile with excitement, startling as if an idea had sprouted in your head. You asked him if he wanted to go to the beach, which made Hoseok laugh. You could not be serious, it was a stupid idea. It’s the middle of the night, you’re not supposed to be seen together here and why wanting to leave the delicious warmth of your room ? No, of course you’re not serious.

Hoseok immediately tried to stop you when you took his wrist to drag him to the door. He also tried to close the door when you opened it, and didn’t stop whining all along the way, even if you remained deaf to his complaints. But you were determined and didn’t stop giggling until you were on the beach.

“I want to swim… Come with me, baby…”, you say to him by pressing his hand between yours, doing your best to look at him with the most adorable eyes of which you’re capable of.

“The water is black, are you kidding me? », Hobi hisses, looking at you with wide, outraged eyes, trying to clear his hand as you squeeze it a little more between your breasts.

Seeing that he won’t change his mind, you let go of his hand and Hoseok has to watch you take off your top with a sigh. He tries to take your t-shirt to force you to put it back but you throw it in the air, bursting with laughter when it flies a few meters away. Hoseok looks up, frowning, about to go take it back when you drop your sweatpants on the sand. Hoseok gasps, trying to dissuade you from doing it even though it’s useless. You’re in your panties in front of him, giggling like an idiot when a breeze makes you shudder. Hoseok looks around but you’re all alone. You take advantage of his inattention to grab the bottom of his shirt and pass it over his head, making him scream when you stuck his head in the collar. You laugh so much that Hoseok can’t help but laugh too, still trying to fight back but starting to find it funny. You two fight a bit but when you start pulling off his sweatpants, Hoseok almost fall as you have a hard time pulling on the legs. Once you’re both in underwear, you drag him towards the water. He’s afraid of its darkness and doesn’t like the idea of getting in the black and opaque water at all, but your hand and your fingers crossing his are enough to calm him down.

You gently smile at him and pull him towards the water. When Hoseok’s feet touch the water, a shiver runs down his back and arms. He lets himself be pulled forward, watching you carelessly enter the water. Once the water is up to his waist, Hoseok stops and starts to panic a little. He can see shit and is pretty sure something strange is grazing him under the surface of the water. You also stop and look at him with curious eyes, but you start to smile when you see him so worried. Your beauty under the moonlight is breathtaking and makes Hoseok’s fears fade away. He smiles too, joking nervously but closing his mouth when you put your hands behind your back to remove your bra that you throw to the sand. Hoseok looks at you and swallows hard as you bend down to remove your panties that you throw away too. You slip into the water and begin to swim on your back, closing your eyes under the softness of the water that caresses your bare skin. Despite the water that refreshes his skin, a wave of heat invades his body and Hobi can’t take his eyes off of you, even if he wanted to. Instinctively, without even paying attention to it, he takes off his own underwear and moves forward to join you, like a sailor hypnotized by his beautiful mermaid.

As he gets closer, you suddenly straighten up and climb over him, your legs wrapping around his waist, your arms around his shoulders. The sudden promiscuity of your two bodies and the sudden warmth of your pussy against his lower abdomen makes Hoseok’s jaw clench as he holds you firmly despite your lightness due to the lack of gravity. He smiles playfully, answering to the kiss you offer him, feeling your lustful mood the moment your tongue comes to get his. You feel his erection growing and bite your lip, not waisting anytime before you pass your hand along his chest to grab his member and guide it to your entrance.

Fucking in a bathtub ? Done. Swimming pool ? Jacuzzi ? Done. However, fucking in the ocean is a completely different sensation. It’s cooler, wilder, more intense. The wet, fresh and delicious feeling when you take him so deeply is incomparable. Hoseok must close his eyes to focus and not let himself be overwhelmed by the intensity of his pleasure that’s increasing too fast, too strong. Clinging to his neck, you roll your hips against him, stirring the water around you, making your soaked boobs jump with each rolls, moaning while swinging your head back. You’re beautiful, you’re even more beautiful than the most prettiest star in the night sky, but you’re too fucking tight and warm. Hoseok presses your hips and wants to tell you to go slower but his breath cuts off when you increase your pace. This time, he bites his lip and doesn’t want to tell you to slow down anymore. It’s fresh and warm at the same time, it’s wet and slippery, it gets him dizzy and he’s a moaning mess. It’s even worse when you clench around him.

It’s coming. It’s almost there. Oh fuck, it’s… Oh.

Hoseok cums strongly, his sperm hitting your walls and spreading in the black and warm water. You hold on to his neck and, panting, look at him with big surprised eyes. Hobi also looks at you with big eyes as he just can’t believe what just happened.

You both burst out laughing despite your lack of air, and Hoseok knows he doesn’t have to feel bad, on the contrary. You kiss his forehead and his temple, reminding him with a mischievous smile that he really can’t handle it when you have a total control on him.


Yoongi takes your hand and puts his mask on his mouth. It’s nearly three o'clock in the morning but you can never be too cautious, especially in the center of Seoul. You quickly walk to the black car parked next to the cinema. When Yoongi is about to open the passenger’s door for you, you pull him against you and nod your head, a mischievous smile on your face.

“I want you, now…”, you whisper in his ear, your breasts pressing on his arm.

Yoongi stays a few seconds looking at you without a shadow of an emotion in his eyes, and then slides his hand on the backseat’s door. His coldness seems to turn you on even more and that’s exactly what he tries to provoke in you. In addition, he’s not against fucking you in a public parking, especially when he thinks of the black skirt that you wear under your coat.

Once he joins you on the backseats, you straddle him and attack his neck with your wet and hungry lips. Yoongi is inclined to let you dominate without even knowing why. Maybe fatigue, maybe the fact that he feels so good and relaxed after watching a movie in your company, or maybe he just wants to see you lose yourself in your own pleasure above him before he takes back control to finish you off.

But as soon as you slip on him to take him deeply, flipping your hair to the side, your burning eyes seizing his soul and your tongue out to provoke him a little more, Yoongi feels that something different is in the process of happen. He presses his hands on your thighs and on the back on your hips, a hissing passing between his clenched jaw. You take him so deeply, and you’re so tight. Since when are you so tight ? The way your breasts move a few inches from his face, and even the indecent noise of your soaked and tight, so tight walls… What the hell’s going on?  It’s like you’ve been fucking for 20 intense minutes when it’s not even five minutes. Yoongi grunts, forcing himself to close his eyes so he doesn’t have to watch you be so beautiful, so wild, so determined to make him cum hard.

Ah… So thick…”, you moan for yourself, your mouth opening to let go of another moan and your eyebrows frowning under the pleasure. Yoongi can’t keep his eyes closed. You’re too beautiful. Yoongi opens his mouth to let out a groan of adoration, his arms closing around your waist to hug you tighter. You open your eyes to look at him, your hands running against his cheeks to kiss him tenderly.Yoongi knows it : he’s totally submissive, totally slave to your hips. He abandons all forms of domination, all kinds of useless pride : you fuck him hard, you fuck him perfectly, and Yoongi will come as fast as a teenager.

“Oh, fuck…” he growls as you speed up the pace. He sees your smirking, he can feel how you press his hair between your fingers so that he looks at you straight in the eyes, and oh my god he perfectly feels how you purposely clenche around him as soon as he’s the deepest inside you.

Yoongi puts his forehead against your neck, feeling the intensity of the orgasm that’s coming at a crazy speed. And he’s not mistaken on this point. He cums while moaning louder than usual, trembling violently against you. His arms tighten even more around your waist, as he tries to catch his breath, his mouth brushing the top of your cleavage.

“Yoongi?”, he hears you ask in a breath.

He can’t answer you, he just nods. He wants to disappear into your arms, never having to face your surprised look and maybe even disappointed look. He sighs with relief as you wrap your arms around his head, as if you knew he wanted to disappear for a moment.

“Did you just…? », you ask in a faint voice, your hand passing through his hair. Yoongi squeezes a little closer to you (almost too tightly but he knows you like it), and nods a little harder this time. He barely finds his breath and grins slightly when you clench around him without doing it on purpose. He knows you’re frustrated that you didn’t came.

“You… you know how much I… when you… fuck… », he tries to say, but he can’t seem to find his words. He wants to tell you that he loves when you’re playing the dominant one, when you ride him so fucking good, when all your beauty is revealed at each hip roll. But he can’t tell you that.

So he lifts his head and looks into your eyes.

He knows that you have seen what he wants you to see, he knows it by feeling your fingers stroking his hair and the tender smile on your lips. He sulks slightly, knowing very well that you don’t blame him but still feeling ashamed. You chase that bad thought by kissing him gently, your fingers caressing his cheeks and his neck, and let’s him hide his head against your neck for a few more minutes, rocking him gently while he catches his breathe back.


You provoked him all night with that -way too short- skirt for his own sanity. Jimin is convinced that you don’t even know how well your curves stand out in this skirt. In any case, it turned him on from the first glass of whine to reach its peak at this very moment, when you finally close the door of your bedroom.

Jimin pulls you against him by passing his hands on your ass to grip it firmly. Once your lips are almost against his, he gives you a naughty look and asks you to remove your clothes before lying on the bed.

“Ass up.”

He can see how difficult it is for you to swallow when he tells you that in an almost indecent tone, his lower lip grazing yours. And he smiles when you step aside to lead obediently to the bed, your hands already passing under your top to remove it. You undo your bra and slide your skirt down your thighs. Jimin slowly gets closer, his eyes on your body, his body on fire. He puts his shirt over his head and puts a hand on his belt, his mouth opening slightly when you put a knee on the bed. Slowly, you slide your thong along your butt, thighs, calves, ankles to finally swing it across the room. Jimin undoes his belt and when his legs touch the bed, his pants are already on the ground.

“Let me see it, baby…”, you say in a low voice, your ass moving slightly as you rest on your elbows, a burning look in your eyes.

Jimin smirks and runs a hand inside his boxer, gently palming his throbbing member. You sigh with frustration, wanting to see this fabric disappear to see him naked, this prince with his perfect body, a body that prevents you from sleeping at night without your pants suffering the consequences. Jimin sighs softly as he squeezes his fingers a little harder on his cock, the vision of your ass raised in the air making his own game difficult to play. He finally lowers his boxer to drop it on the ground before climbing on the bed.

He raises your hips without being gentle at all, tearing you a sigh. Jimin puts his hands on your sides then your back to finally finish on your ass. His fingers and nails sink into your burning flesh, making you arch in impatience. But Jimin doesn’t want to make you languish tonight, he’s too hungry for that. He guides his member to your entrance, putting the flat of his hand on the hollow of your back to make you arch even more, wanting you to be ready to feel him stretching your walls to the max. And Jimin doesn’t make empty promises. The first thrust is rough, making you clench your fingers in the sheets. He firmly grasps your waist and rolls his hips slowly at first, then faster and faster, making you moan shamelessly. You’re loud but Jimin doesn’t care, it’s quite the opposite. The idea of everyone else hearing how good he is to you is quite hot. He wants to tear you all the groans you have to offer even if he has to break your voice for that. Jimin is fast, precise, and he himself can’t control his little high-pitched moans that make you see stars when they reach your ears. The angle is perfect, your pussy is soaked, hot, but tight. Jimin has a hard time not to feel your walls tightening when he slides on your g-spot, and even if he’s tough, he feels that this time, it will not be so simple. And the deeper he gets, the more it feels that it will be almost impossible to hold on longer.

He runs his hand down your back, reinforcing his thrusts, gripping your neck to hold you closer to him. Your skins slam one against the other but your moans almost cover the noise. You moan his name when his fingers slide on your hair, and Jimin can see how beautiful you are when the pleasure invades you.


He can’t hold back a growl when he feels his heart speeding up dangerously and his cock twitching inside you. In a last moment of lucidity (and self control), he suddenly gets out and grabs his cock in his hand, soaked and painfully about to pour his semen. And Jimin can’t help but feel how good it is, and he needs to cum now. It’s too intense. He palms himself quickly and must bite his lip until it blood when you press your boobs against the mattress, giving him the incredible view of your red butt cheeks, your soaked, docile pussy and your arched back and the delicious plump of your breasts pressed on the sheets, your mouth open to let your panting breath escape.

Jimin makes a mess.

He cums everywhere : on your ass, his sperm flowing in between to finally slide on your pussy. On your thighs rubbing against each other. On your arched back, beaded with sweat. On the white and crumpled sheets. On his warm and soft hands.

“Oh, baby…”, you sigh when he collapses on you, not even paying attention to your spotted back and his own seed spreading over his belly. He just wants to catch his breath, he just wants his heart to calm down and the intensity of his orgasm to fade away. He knows he came too fast and he leaves you frustrated and needy, but it was a good mess. It was way too good. He’s still overcome by remorse and whispers gently :

“I’m sorry…

- No… That was so fucking hot…”

Jimin can’t hold the chuckle he lets out in a breath before planting his teeth in your shoulder, already eager to give you what you deserve, you, the most perfect woman for the perfectly imperfect man that he is.


For the first time in a long time, the dorm is empty. All night long.

Jungkook thought about it for four whole days where he imagined fucking you in all the dorm’s rooms, where he imagined to make you scream the loudest without anyone having any complaints. He was going to take all your strength and fuck you until dawn. Jungkook was nothing more than a ball of nerve as the hours drew closer. He was not even going to give you time to cross the hallway. He wanted to take you against the front door. This boy is not very patient when he’s obsessed with something. And in this case, this something is you.

And he did it. That and fuck you in every room.

He’s now busy making you scream his name.

“Oh God, Jeongguk… J-Jeongguk… Fuck me just like that-ah fuck » you moan, your arms over your head, your hands gripping the bars of the bed and your head tilting back. Your body is shining with sweat and with your own excitement and your mouth keeps moaning his name and telling him how good he is, begging him not to stop.

Jungkook lifts your hips as he kneels, his powerful arms carrying you effortlessly, his hips rolling against yours and his thrusts more and more wild. He holds you tight, giving you all he has to give you, never satiated.

You stoop even more, allowing him to slide his hand on your stomach and then grab one of your breasts by grasping it firmly. His thumb rolls on your nipple, raising an octave your moans that you let out with each powerful thrust. You are just beautiful, maybe even a little too attractive. Your body, the way you move and moan his name, everything is a call for sex. Jungkook also lets out small groans that he can’t control, his eyes closing from time to time because the sight of your body arched so much for him dangerously increases his pleasure. But even when he closes his eyes, he hears how your moans are gradually transformed into screams.


The brutal way you clench around him when Jungkook takes you from a new angle makes him forget that he has to slow down. He will cum, and he will cum hard. Fuck the punishment, fuck the consequences.

Everything is your fault. Your warmth. Your tightness. Your hot screams.

Everything is your fault.

Jungkook increases the pace of his thrusts to such an extent that you gasp, your moans dying in your throat. And he feels how quick its coming. Jungkook clenches his fingers onto your hip and your boob, leaning slightly on you to be able to fuck you even more mercilessly. His moans turn into long groans and then end up in a series of grunts when he cums in you violently. His body starts to shake, his legs no longer support him and he collapses on you, his head in the hollow of your neck, his burning cock against your belly.

“W-what?” You say in a whisper, looking stunned. Jungkook would like to answer you, would like to tell you that he’s sorry but you were too good and he couldn’t help himself. But he has no air, no energy left. His head is empty, his heart beats fast and his whole body is invaded by perfect warmth, pure ecstasy. He even smiles, not caring about the consequences. You’re the only one who can do that to him, and even though he feels your anger is rising, he doesn’t care. He feels too damn good.

When you turn him on his back, he has so little energy that he doesn’t even understand what you intend to do to him. And it’s a shame, because he’s gonna regret it. He lets you tie his wrists to the bars of the bed (why didn’t he throw this tie when he was done with you, earlier?), He lets you ride him. A moan of protest escapes from his mouth but when you tell him to shut up, Jungkook shuts his mouth. He thinks to himself that perhaps his fatigue will prevent him from getting hard, he tells himself that maybe you won’t be able to punish him.

How can you always manage to get him hard as fuck, even after he came just two minutes ago? A few hip rolls on him are enough to get him ready, and he can only moan plaintively. He squirms slightly under you but it’s too late. You slide on his member and don’t even give him time to adapt to the exquisite pain of overstimulation.

He gives you a last beseeching look before clenching his jaw under the increasing speed of your hip rolls. Deep, hot, painful. Too fucking good.

“You’re gonna be a good boy for me, right?”