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icky baby

This little icky baby is back after a long break~ and I’m super wet and slippy!

I need a daddy or a big brother to fill up my holes and show me who I belong to since I’m just a little girl all needy and horny!

First week back (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

I feel so tired yet so drippy even after my first week back at college! Like I’ve been sleeping so early and it’s made me feel so smol (๑>◡<๑)!!

now I just feel like a wet babygirl in need of a good fun time with big brother or daddy but as I’m so so so eepy they could easily have their way with me but I would hope they would be all snuggly and gently fuck me and coo at me as I make eepy moans and whines as I feel them thrust and go deeper into my little princess parts!!

75 notes and I’ll do a tummy pic!!

Squirmy Sister

I feel so wet and needy as I press my thighs together. My panties feel soaked and my thoughts are icky and pervy!

I just want a daddy or a big brother to tell me what to do to feel better and dominate me. I’m just a cute little girl whose princess parts are all drippy making me feel super squirmy. I also kinda wanna be dumbed down to nothing more than a little girl who can’t do anything for herself cause she’s so little and needy all the time all she can think about is simple things like cartoons and cock cause that’s all my little baby brain is good for!

End of Term

It’s the end of term and it’s Christmas I’ve finally got my cane to help me with walking so I’m happy with that :3

I still feel so so small and I wish I had a daddy or a big brother to make me smile :D. I’m just a little girl whose so lonely and needs help with everything since she’s just so so smol and cute so the world is just so big and scary for her and she can’t handle being a big girl very well!

im not arguing with a man with big hands, whatever u say daddy

Rubbing you through your underwear until you're dripping, needy, and begging to be fucked. I want you to make a mess in those panties for me, they're going in your mouth later so you can taste yourself when I breed you.

i have so much work todo but i’ll just procrastinate and watch movies then eventually go to bed around 2 when everything is done🩷

went shopping over the weekend!

I’m in debt!!⭐️ ⭐️

but atleast i have cute clothes😁😁

Recently my spotify has been playing my top songs from 2020-2022 and it PAINS ME TO MY CORE. It’s so crazy that i still know all the lyrics from almost 5- 3 years ago

“Sage you’re so basic”

YK WHAT? I AM BASIC.

I am a little white girl who listens to Taylor Swift, Olivia Rodrigo, Sabrina Carpenter, and Harry Styles on a daily basis.

I read classic literature books and have lululemon and brandy melville clothes and nike shoes who loves starbucks and has uggs and wears them everyday

BUT I LOVE IT SO IT DOESNT MATTER IF IM “BASIC”

shout out to my 5 followers💪

everytime i tell my mom i listen to a band from the 80s-90s somehow SHE LOVED THE BAND IN HS like wdym you loved The Smiths and The Cure while you were a teenager???

guys the “just got to make it to Friday” mindset ain’t working i think i need to like disappear to a tropical island for a few months and then ill be back🏝️

i love this song for some reason

Is there a song that has the same vibe like Old money??????

Ultraviolence>>>>>>

Whats the female version of a man cave because i want a woman cave

🥐 French songs are so beautiful like 🥐 Thank you France 🥐

Is it weird I love this like alot 😭

RIDE HOME ✦

pairing | dad’s best friend byunghun x fem!reader

summary | late at night, he catches your sneaking out and offers a ride home—but things take an unexpected turn.

warnings | 18+, fingering, squirting, overstimulation, age gap (40 n 19), obsessive behavior, dom!byunghun, sub!reader, sir kink, praise kink, etc.

a/n | hello tysm for showing love to my previous post!! i hope you all enjoy!!! (pretty long maybe 10-15k words idk lol)

the cold air bit at your skin as you slipped out of the house, your footsteps barely audible on the deserted street. you needed to clear your mind somehow; being sneaky out at night and scrolling through your neighborhood wasn’t helping.

you tried everything to stop thinking about him, to stop feeling the way you did. you buried yourself in distractions, surrounded yourself with noise, but none of it worked. every stolen glance, every fleeting touch, every low, murmured word from him had carved itself in your mind, replaying endlessly. you had indulged yourself in everything about him—the way he moved, the way his voice could slip beneath your skin like a secret you two only shared. it wasn’t just his presence; it was his absence, too. even when he wasn’t there, you felt him. you wanted to escape it, wanted to free yourself from the pull of him, but the more you tried, the deeper you sank. he was everywhere now, in every thought, every breath, every ache you didn’t know how to silence.

the street was eerily quiet, the faint hum of distant traffic the only sound cutting through the stillness. you kept your head down, hands stuffed into the pockets of your jacket, walking quickly but not too quickly—just enough to feel the invisible shadows.

then came the low rumble of a car engine.

your heart skipped, your steps faltering as you glanced over your shoulder. a sleek, black car was creeping alongside you, its headlights slicing through the night. you quickened your pace, trying to shake the unsettling feeling prickling at your neck. the car didn’t speed up or pass you. it matched your movements, sticking close.

you chest tightened. you kept walking.

the window rolled down.

“out a little late, aren’t you?”

the voice was sharp, cutting through the tension like a blade. you froze, the familiarity of it making your stomach lurch. turning your head around slowly, your breath hitched when you saw him.

he leaned one arm against the edge of the window, his eyes hard, unrelenting. there was no hint of softness, only sharp edge of disapproval that made your pulse race.

“what the hell are you doing out here?” he demanded, his tone low but with a roughness that left no room for excuses. “do you have any idea what time it is?”

you opened your mouth to answer, but no words came. the weight of his gaze pinned you in place, your carefully constructed rebellion crumbling under his authority.

“get in,” he ordered, not waiting for an explanation. “now.”

your feet hesitated against the pavement, your heart pounding in your chest as you stared at him. you considered ignoring him, turning and walking away—but the hard edge in his eyes told you that wouldn’t be an option.

“i’m fine,” you managed to say, your voice weaker than you intended. “i don’t need a ride.”

his jaw tightened, his knuckles flexing against the steering wheel. “that wasn’t a question,” he said, his tone sharper now. “get in the car.”

you glanced down the empty street, debating your options. run? keep walking? pretend you didn’t care that he’d caught you like this? but something in the way he watched you—like he wasn’t in the mood for games—left you no choice.

with a reluctant sigh, you moved toward the passenger side, your fingers trembling as you opened the door and slid in. the silence inside the car was suffocating, the weight of his presence filling every corner.

he didn’t say anything at first, just shifted the car back into gear and pulled away from the curb. the low growl of the engine matched the simmering tension between you two.

“what were you thinking?” he asked finally, his voice low and dangerous. “sneaking out in the middle of the night like that? alone?”

you turned your face toward the window, unwilling to meet his gaze. “i just needed some air,” you muttered.

“air,” he repeated, the word dripping with disbelief. “you think wandering around at this hour is safe? do you even realize what could’ve happened to you?”

“it’s not that big of a deal,” you snapped, the sharpness in your voice a weak attempt to mask your guilt.

he laughed, but it wasn’t warm—it was bitter, incredulous. “not a big deal?” his hand gripped the steering wheel tighter, his jaw clenched. “you’re lucky it was me who found you and not someone else.”

your stomach twisted at his words, the weight of your own recklessness suddenly crashing down on you.

“why do you even care?” you blurted out, her voice shaking now.

the car jerked slightly as he pulled over, slamming the gear into park. the sudden stillness made her breath catch.

“why do i care?” he repeated, his voice quiet but seething. he turned to face you, his eyes blazing with something you couldn’t quite name—anger, frustration, concern, all tangled together.

“because,” he said slowly, leaning closer, his voice like a low growl, “whether you like it or not, you matter to me. and if you think i’m going to let you do something this stupid again, you’re dead wrong.”

you blinked, your breath hitching at the intensity of his words. for a moment, you couldn’t move, couldn’t think, couldn’t speak. the air between you two was thick, charged with something you weren’t sure how to handle.

the silence stretched on, and he finally leaned back, running a hand through his hair as if trying to compose himself. “just… tell me where you were going,” he said, his tone softer now but no less firm.

you swallowed hard, unsure of what to say, your thoughts spinning out of control.

the car’s engine purred softly as the two of you sat in heavy silence. the air inside was charged, almost suffocating, thick with the unspoken words and emotions between them. you shifted in your seat, your gaze darting to the window, then to your lap, anywhere but at him.

but you could feel him. his presence was overwhelming, every movement drawing your attention—the flex of his fingers on the steering wheel, the subtle clench of his jaw, the way his gaze flicked to you briefly before returning to the road.

your chest felt tight, your pulse thrumming in your ears as if your own body was betraying you. you didn’t understand it—this magnetic pull, this raw, electric energy that seemed to crackle between each other. every second in his car felt like walking a fine line between control and something far more dangerous.

you crossed your legs, trying to steady yourself, but even the movement felt amplified in the charged atmosphere. your skin felt hypersensitive, your body responding in ways you couldn’t control, your breaths coming shallow and uneven.

“you’re awfully quiet now,” he said, his voice low and rough, cutting through the tension like a spark to dry kindling. “got nothing to say for yourself?”

your head snapped toward him, and the weight of his gaze sent a shiver down your spine. his eyes held yours, unrelenting, piercing through your defenses like he could see everything you were trying so desperately to hide.

“i-i don’t know what you want me to say,” you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper.

the corner of his mouth twitched, not quite a smile, more like he was weighing your every word. “i want the truth,” he said, his tone softer but no less commanding. “why were you out there?”

your fingers twisted in your lap, your heartbeat a drumbeat against your ribs. “i just… needed to clear my head,” you admitted, the excuse sounding hollow even to yourself.

“and is it clear now?” he asked, leaning slightly towards you, his voice dropping an octave. “or is it just as messy as it was before?”

you swallowed hard, the intensity of his words sending a rush of heat through you. you couldn’t speak, couldn’t think—could only feel the tension in the small space between you two, the way it seemed to pull you closer to him without your permission.

the silence stretched, and you could see his hands gripping the wheel tighter, his knuckles whitening slightly. it felt like the air in the car was about to ignite, the tension unbearable, pressing in from all sides.

“look at me,” he said suddenly, his voice soft but firm.

you hesitated, but the command in his tone left no room for defiance. slowly, you lifted your gaze, meeting his. the intensity in his eyes made your breath catch. it wasn’t just anger or frustration anymore—it was something else, something deeper, something you wasn’t sure you were ready to name.

the weight of his stare sent another shiver coursing through you, your pulse quickening as the air between the two seemed to shrink even further.

moving his hand from the steering wheel, his fingers deftly fumbled with the waistband of your pants, the action sending a jolt of shock through you. your breath hitched, and your gaze locked onto his, wide-eyed and searching.

“b-byunghun… what are you doing?” you stammered, your voice trembling, the question barely escaping your lips.

unconsciously, your body betrayed you, your legs parting slightly without you realizing, as though responding to the magnetic pull of his presence.

“this will teach you something about sneaking out, sweetheart..” he said, his fingers stroking softly over your damp clothed pussy, that ache softly for some friction.

“byunghun..” you moan softly as you feel his gentle strokes turn more firmly. he moves your panties to the side, now being able to feel your cunt completely with no restrictions in the way.

“look at you…so fucking wet for me baby…” he whispers softly as his gaze shifts to the empty road and you. his fingers move up to circle on your clit, the movement sending waves of shock all over your body.

“fuck sir…please” you plea as one of your hands hold onto the door and the other his wrist. “what was that, baby?” he asks softly with a smirk plastered on his face, soft chuckles erupting from his throat.

“please sir… i need more..” sweat trickled down from your forehead, the heat of the two of you seeping through the car. having heard your pleas and sounds of pleasure made him fulfill your wish, as he inserts two of his fingers in your entrance wasting no time to let you adjust as he plunges them in rapidly.

“n-ngh sir!” you gasped as your legs tremble furiously, his fingers stroking you wet walls exceptionally. your fingers digging on his wrist, you were sure it would leave a mark but you could care less as your mind was gratified on his fingers curving inside you.

“bout to- ah -cum!” your eyes rolled back as your body arched off the seat. “cum for me baby..” he’d whisper against your ear, his eyes every once in a while meeting your pleasured out state, just as he demanded, his fingers were then coated completely as you came undone.

“you can do it again, right baby?” he asks as he doesn’t take his fingers out, you’d gasp at the overstimulation he was giving you. the first orgasm was already too much for you and it was going a lot worst at the fact he wasn’t stopping. tears brimmed as you’d gasped and pleaded him to stop.

“too much—sir!”

“too much?” he mocked you as he chuckled at the sight of you tears streaming down your face. he was coming closer to your house but before that even happened, he wanted you to cum again. “you can take it baby, i know you can. matter of a fact, why don’t we add one more, huh?”

“you can take three..” he slipped out of your cunt only to slam three fingers into you again, your body lurching forward as you gripped the dashboard. “sir! f-fuck please!”

“good girl..you’re taking it so well sweetheart..” he whispered soft praises against your ear as he felt you clench around his fingers, he swiftly parked the car in front of your house, his left hand abandoning the steering wheel as he placed it on your clit, harshly abusing it.

“ah! n-ngh sir! s-stop!” you’d moan loudly your head tilted back as your leg shook violently. “fuck..baby..” he’d groan, his boner erected and visible, all from how you looked and took everything he gave you.

your orgasm was coming quick and it felt a lot stronger than before, “sirrr—! please—i can’ttt—!” you moaned loudly as your orgasm ripped through you, your body arched and shaking violently. “fuck baby.. you squirted..” he groan against your ears as he licked your cum off of his fingers, body still shaking from the intense orgasm he had given you.

“next time baby, don’t sneak out—and make it so obvious of who you’re trying to forget..”

a/n: okayyy i’m ngl this might be my best work yet and i loved it so much (as you can tell i got carried away loll) but tysm for reading, any comments, reblogs and likes would be greatly appreciated <3

mxymii out!

Need you to peel off my panties while I palm your cock threw your pants :(

My teen tits are just so sore :(((

Send me asks pleaseeeee!! I've been so good lately and my birthday is coming up so I think I really deserve the attention! I'd love to talk to you guys.

8.

45.

56.

8. Very, im a noisy girl and I'm constantly squeaking and squealing when I'm getting off. Especially when I'm close to cumming, I'll be whining and kicking my feet.

45. Just a pretty pair of panties, I get really warm when I sleep.

46. A low cut sweater, a pretty short skirt and some leg warmers with ny favorite pair of kitten heels!

Want you to pull my sticky panties off and shove them into my mouth <3

Do you really like older guys or just a fantasy?

I do but I honestly sm not picky when it comes to guys like an age gap but I don't care if ur my age for 20 years older than me. As long as ur my type then idc!!

35,36,39,44

35. Mating press, wanna be folded in half so it reaches reallllyyyy deep.

36. Never since I don't have sex :(((

39. I either sleep in just panties or my juicy couture pajamies!!

44. Pretty much every other day

30,40,46

30. Multiple rounds, i like to go until my pussy is buzzing

40. Makes me shake when I get close and when I do finally cum it feels like all my nerves down there are on fire, but in a good warm fuzzy way

46. Yes! I don't usually use my finger tho I let my dildo do the penetrating 🤭

1,6,31,32,33

1. Size difference!!! It's not necessarily just height, but I like when a guy is just stronger than me. It makes me giggle when I'm manhandled

6. Well, sadly, I've never had sex so I have to say masturbation

31. I love it!! My oral fix is so bad that I'll just sit with my dildo all the way down my throat while I just scroll through my phone.

32. Ive never received but I do rlly like giving!

33. When my clit is touched. M so so sensitive there ill cum so quick

7,20,28,34,48,49,50

7. Swallow 😋

20. Ive been really into choking lately

28. I have four toys, two vibrators, a dildo, and a butt plug. I have gag on its way tho!

34. Mhm! I like to put my butt plug in when I fuck my cunnie. Sometimes I'll even use my dildo.

48. Not really!

49. Is it weird that I dont rlly watch porn... not that I have anything against it I just don't watch it. Nothing rlly grabs my attention.

50. Yes! Before I had my toys I would fuck myself with makeup brushes because I was desperate for something bigger then my fingers