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reveriebae · 5 months ago

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Sugar-coated Sin

pairing(s) : Choi San x reader

word count : 8383

summary : A harmless cookie, a hidden crush, and a night of no return.

genre : smut

warning(s) : Explicit sexual content, aphrodisiac use, desperation, begging, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, slight corruption kink, switch!San, submissive reader, rough and messy oral, mild dub-con due to aphrodisiac effects, fluids everywhere, slight degradation, heavy praise, cock-drunk reader, love confessions in the heat of the moment. Let me know if I missed anything!

A/N : Maybe...just maybe, this one is the filthiest fic I've ever written :>

Minors do not interact, 21+ only!!

🪐smut under the cut 🪐

The glow of the TV screen flickered across the dimly lit living room, casting soft shadows on the walls. The movie played on, but neither of you was really watching. San sat comfortably on the couch beside you, legs spread lazily, one arm slung over the backrest while his other hand rested on his thigh. You had invited him over under the pretense of a casual movie night, a friendly hangout between neighbors. But the truth? You’d been harboring a quiet, desperate crush on him for months, watching him through your window when he left for the gym, catching glimpses of his toned arms whenever he wore sleeveless shirts, and hearing his deep, sleepy voice whenever he greeted you in the morning.

Tonight, he was so close, sitting right beside you, his scent—a mix of fresh laundry and something unmistakably San—lingering in the air. Your heart raced, but you kept your cool, tucking your legs beneath you as you reached for a handful of popcorn.

The coffee table in front of you was littered with snacks—half a bag of chips, an open pack of gummies, and a single, unopened box of purple cookies. It had been there since the beginning of the night, untouched, yet its unusual color stood out among the rest.

San’s sharp eyes landed on it after a while. “What’s that?” he asked, nodding toward the box as he leaned forward to grab his drink.

You blinked, feigning curiosity as you followed his gaze. “Hmm?”

“The cookies. They’re purple.” His brows furrowed slightly as he picked up the box, turning it in his hands. “Where’d you get these?”

You shrugged, acting completely indifferent. “I dunno. Maybe my friend left them here last time. Probably blueberry or something.” You popped another piece of popcorn into your mouth, keeping your expression perfectly neutral.

San hummed, seemingly satisfied with your answer. He opened the box with a crinkle of plastic, pulling out a cookie. It was a deep shade of violet, oddly smooth, and smelled faintly sweet—almost floral. He gave it a brief sniff before shrugging and taking a bite.

It took barely a second before he hummed in appreciation. “Oh, these are good,” he muttered through a mouthful.

You glanced at him, watching as he chewed slowly, his jaw flexing with every movement. “Yeah?”

“Mmh,” he nodded, already reaching for another. “They’re soft, kind of sweet but not too much. You really never tried them?”

You shook your head, hiding your smirk behind the rim of your glass as you sipped your drink. “Nope.”

San, completely unaware, continued eating. One cookie turned into two. Then three. Then four. You watched as he absentmindedly finished the fifth, licking a stray crumb off his thumb before grabbing a sixth without thinking. He was completely at ease, eyes flicking back to the screen as the movie droned on, paying no attention to the way his fingers twitched slightly against his thigh.

It started subtly.

The first thing you noticed was the way he shifted in his seat, rolling his shoulders as if trying to shake off an odd sensation. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, and his brows knitted together briefly before he relaxed again. You pretended not to see it, keeping your gaze trained on the screen even as you observed him from the corner of your eye.

Minutes passed, and San’s breathing grew a little heavier. Not noticeably so—but you caught it. His chest rose and fell just a fraction quicker than before. His fingers twitched again, flexing briefly before he balled them into a loose fist.

Then, he exhaled sharply through his nose.

You turned to him, feigning curiosity. “You okay?”

San tensed at your voice, his head snapping toward you. His pupils were slightly blown, his lips parted as if he was about to say something—but he hesitated. His jaw clenched.

“Yeah,” he muttered, voice slightly hoarse. He cleared his throat. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

You blinked, tilting your head innocently. “You sure? You look kinda… hot.”

San inhaled deeply through his nose. His fingers dug into his thigh, gripping the fabric of his sweatpants as he forced out a chuckle. “M’fine.”

But he wasn’t.

The flush creeping up his neck told a different story. His body was heating up, slow and unbearable, a warmth that started in his stomach and trickled downward, pooling between his legs. He shifted again, subtly this time, pressing his thighs together as if that would help. His cock twitched, and he bit the inside of his cheek, willing it to calm down.

Not now. Not here.

But fuck—he could feel everything. The way his clothes clung to his skin, the way the air suddenly felt too thick, the way his heartbeat pounded just a little too hard in his ears. And then there was you.

You, sitting beside him, completely oblivious. Looking so fucking innocent.

San let out a slow breath, gripping his knee to steady himself. He could feel his body reacting against his will, heat rushing straight to his groin as a dull ache settled low in his stomach. He swallowed thickly, pressing his tongue to the roof of his mouth.

It had to be the cookies.

He glanced at the empty wrappers on the table, realization dawning—but it was too late. His body was already betraying him.

And the worst part? You weren’t even helping.

You shifted slightly, your thigh brushing against his just barely, and San had to suppress the whimper threatening to escape his lips. Fuck. He was too aware, too sensitive, too turned on, and you weren’t even doing anything.

Or maybe you were.

Maybe it was the way you leaned closer to grab your drink, your scent hitting him in full force. Maybe it was the way your lips parted slightly when you took a sip, or the way your throat bobbed when you swallowed. Maybe it was the way your fingers absentmindedly toyed with the hem of your shorts, completely unaware of the hell you were putting him through.

Or maybe—just maybe—it was the way you turned to him, brows furrowed in faux concern as you murmured, “San, are you sure you’re okay? You look really flustered.”

His breath hitched.

You were too good at this. Too good at acting clueless.

And fuck, he didn’t know how much longer he could hold himself back.

San swallowed hard, forcing himself to focus—on anything but the unbearable heat coursing through his veins. But every second that passed made it worse. His skin felt too tight, his sweatpants suddenly too restrictive, and his cock throbbed in his boxers, demanding attention he couldn’t give it.

Not in front of you. Not when you looked at him like that—so wide-eyed, so innocent, like you had no idea what you’d just done to him.

You shifted closer, your hand grazing his arm as you peered at him in mock concern. “San…?”

His breath came out shaky. His fingers twitched against his thigh. His jaw clenched so tightly it ached.

“Don’t.” His voice was hoarse, strained, like he was barely holding himself together.

You blinked. “Don’t what?”

San exhaled sharply, his grip on his knee tightening. “Don’t look at me like that.”

You tilted your head, feigning innocence. “Like what?”

His nostrils flared. His body jerked when you shifted again, your knee brushing against his thigh, and this time—this time—it was too much. His cock twitched violently in his pants, straining against the fabric, and he felt it—the way the pulse of need shot straight through him, leaving him aching.

“Fuck—” he hissed under his breath, squeezing his eyes shut.

You stared at him, watching the way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. The way his fingers dug into his thigh, white-knuckled, as he fought against whatever was happening to him. And then, ever so sweetly, you asked—

“San… what’s wrong?”

His eyes snapped open.

Oh, you were good.

Too fucking good.

San turned his head slowly, fixing you with a look so dark, so desperate, it sent a shiver down your spine. His pupils were completely blown now, his face flushed, his chest rising and falling just a bit too quickly.

And then—his tongue darted out to wet his lips, and fuck, it was almost shy the way he whispered—

“I need you to leave.”

Your brows lifted. “Huh?”

His jaw clenched. “I need you to leave. Now.”

You blinked at him, feigning confusion. “Why? This is my house”

San exhaled hard through his nose, shifting again, trying so desperately not to move his hips—but it was useless. He was already hard. Painfully so. His cock pressed against the fabric of his sweatpants, aching, and every little movement sent a fresh wave of heat crashing through him.

And you—

You sat there, looking at him like you didn’t just wreck him completely.

His fingers flexed against his knee. His tongue flicked out again, wetting his lips. He was holding back—barely—but the cracks were starting to show.

And then, you said it.

Soft, sweet, and utterly devastating.

“…San, do you need help?”

His entire body froze.

Silence. Thick, heavy silence. The only sound was the low hum of the TV, the flickering light casting faint shadows across his face.

San didn’t move. Didn’t breathe.

You watched him carefully, noting the way his shoulders tensed, the way his fingers flexed just slightly.

He turned his head, gaze locking onto yours, dark and unreadable.

“…What did you just say?” His voice was low. Dangerously low.

You tilted your head, feigning innocence. “I asked if you need help. You look really uncomfo—”

San let out a sharp breath, a broken, frustrated laugh leaving his lips as he leaned forward, pressing his elbows to his knees. His hands threaded through his hair, gripping at the strands, his shoulders heaving.

“You—” He exhaled shakily, lifting his head to meet your gaze. “You don’t even know what you’re doing right now, do you?”

You blinked. “What do you mean?”

San let out another laugh, but this one was strained, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. His legs spread just slightly, enough that you could see the outline of his problem if you were looking.

Which you were.

His voice dropped even lower, rough and needy.

“Baby, if you don’t leave right now…”

A pause. A breath.

And then—

“…I won’t be able to stop myself.”

The room felt unbearably hot, the space between you crackling with something thick, something dangerous. San sat there, legs spread just enough for you to see the bulge in his sweatpants, his fingers gripping his knees so tightly his knuckles were white. His chest rose and fell in uneven breaths, his tongue darting out—again—to wet his lips.

He was trying so hard to keep himself in check.

But you weren’t making it easy for him.

You sat there, all wide-eyed and sweet, your lips barely parted in faux confusion, your body angled ever so slightly toward him. You were playing your part perfectly, pretending to be clueless, pretending you didn’t see the way his cock strained against his sweatpants, thick and aching.

San let out another shaky breath, his fingers flexing, nails digging into the fabric of his pants. His entire body was tense, trembling with restraint, his mind a mess of heat and hunger.

“I’m serious,” he gritted out, voice dangerously low. “You need to go.”

But you didn’t move.

Instead, you shifted closer, your knee brushing against his, and—

Fuck.

San’s entire body jerked, a low, strangled noise catching in his throat. His hands flew to his thighs, gripping them so hard it was almost painful. His lips parted as he sucked in a sharp breath, his head tilting back against the couch, his jaw tight.

Oh.

You bit the inside of your cheek, watching the way his chest heaved, the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed. His skin was flushed, a deep, burning red creeping up his neck, his hair slightly damp with sweat.

“…San?” Your voice was soft, so innocent.

His fingers twitched. His nostrils flared.

And then—he turned to you.

Slowly.

Dangerously.

His pupils were completely blown now, his lips slightly swollen from how hard he was biting them. His expression was wrecked—half desperate, half pained—but beneath it all, there was something else.

Something dark.

Something hungry.

“…You’re fucking with me.” His voice was hoarse, dripping with frustration.

You blinked. “I’m not.”

His jaw clenched. “Yes, you are.”

“I really don’t—”

“Baby.”

You froze.

San’s hand suddenly shot out, fingers curling around your wrist—not rough, not forceful, but firm. His grip was warm, burning, his thumb pressing against your pulse point, feeling the way it jumped beneath his touch.

Your breath caught in your throat.

He felt it.

And fuck—his lips curled into something almost dangerous.

“…You like this, don’t you?” His voice was a whisper, low and intense.

You swallowed. “San—”

“You like watching me like this.” His thumb stroked against your wrist, slow and deliberate. “You like seeing me hold myself back. You like seeing me suffer.”

You opened your mouth—to deny it, to keep up the act—but then San’s grip tightened, just slightly, just enough to make you feel it.

Your breath hitched.

San exhaled sharply, his eyes flicking down—to your lips, to your throat, to the way your chest rose and fell in shallow breaths. His own breathing was shaky, his entire body trembling with the effort to keep himself from snapping.

He was holding on by a thread.

And then—

“…You really shouldn’t have let me eat those cookies, baby.”

San was unraveling.

His grip on your wrist tightened for a brief moment before he let go—only to move faster than you could react. One second, he was sitting beside you, barely holding himself together, and the next—

You were on your back.

Your body sank into the couch, your breath punched out of you as San hovered above, his hands gripping your thighs so tightly you could feel the heat of his palms through your shorts. His pupils were blown, his lips parted, his chest heaving as he stared down at you like he was about to devour you whole.

“San—”

“Shh,” he rasped, shaking his head, his thumbs stroking against your skin. “No more talking.”

His voice was ruined—wrecked with frustration, with need, with the unbearable ache that had been building inside him since the moment he ate those damn cookies.

And then—

Rip.

Your breath hitched as your shorts and panties were suddenly yanked down in one go, the cool air hitting your bare skin. Your thighs clenched together on instinct, but San didn’t let you close them—his hands pushed them apart, his fingers digging into your flesh as he spread you open wide for him.

“Fucking finally,” he groaned, almost in relief.

Heat flared through your body, your stomach twisting into a tight knot as you felt his breath—warm and heavy—ghost over your exposed skin.

“S-San—”

“I don’t wanna hear a fucking word,” he cut you off, his voice dropping into something dark, something dangerous. His hands tightened on your thighs, his fingers pressing deep into the flesh. “You’ve been sitting there all fucking innocent, acting like you don’t know what you’re doing to me—”

He let out a sharp, frustrated breath, his head dropping for a second. Then—he lifted it, eyes locking onto yours, dark and unreadable.

“You wanna act clueless?” His voice was quiet, deadly. “Fine. I’ll make you understand.”

And then—

His mouth latched onto you.

A sharp, broken moan ripped out of your throat as his tongue flattened against your pussy, broad and hot and hungry. The first stroke was messy—desperate—his lips parting as he sucked at your clit, his nose pressing against your skin as he buried himself between your legs.

Your entire body jerked at the sudden intensity, your fingers flying to grip the cushions as a choked gasp left your lips. “S-San—!”

But he didn’t let up.

He was starving.

His tongue moved sloppy and wet, flicking against your clit before dragging down, tasting every inch of you. His groan was deep—needy—his hands tight on your thighs as he pushed them further apart, forcing you to take everything he was giving.

“Fuck,” he growled against your skin, his breath hot and ragged. “Taste so good, baby—fuck—”

His tongue delved into you, deep, his lips moving in frantic, desperate kisses against your heat. His nose nudged against your clit with every movement, sending sharp shocks of pleasure racing up your spine.

Your legs trembled, your hands flying to grip his hair, trying to pull him away—but he didn’t budge. If anything—

He groaned, his hands flying up to grab your wrists, pinning them to your stomach.

“Oh, no,” he murmured, voice wrecked, his lips dragging against your soaked skin. “You’re not stopping me.”

You whined, your hips jerking as his tongue circled your clit before sucking it hard into his mouth. Your vision blurred, a broken sob leaving your lips as pleasure shot through you, hot and searing.

“S-San—! Oh, fuck—”

His grip on your wrists tightened. “That’s what I wanna hear,” he groaned, his tongue pressing against your clit in slow, intentional circles. “Not that fake little innocent act. I wanna hear you beg.”

Your chest heaved, your fingers twitching in his grasp. “P-please—”

San moaned—loud, needy, his hips grinding against the couch as if he was getting off on this just as much as you.

“Fuck,” he panted, his lips dragging against your skin, his tongue dipping deep before flicking back up to circle your clit again. “Say it again.”

Your back arched, your legs shaking in his grasp. “San—please—”

He growled, his lips wrapping around your clit, sucking hard, his tongue flicking fast—and your entire body convulsed, a sharp cry ripping from your throat as the pleasure crashed through you, sudden and violent.

But he didn’t stop.

Even as your body twitched, even as your thighs trembled, even as your moans turned into desperate, choked whimpers—he kept going.

Over and over and over.

Rough. Messy. Unrelenting.

Your voice cracked, your hands struggling against his grip. “I-I can’t—!”

San moaned against your skin, his hips rolling again, his cock aching in his pants.

“Oh, baby,” he breathed, his tongue dragging against your heat, devouring you. “You can. And you will.”

San was a fucking menace.

You had no control anymore—your body was his to ruin, his to wreck, his to make completely fall apart beneath him. His hands were firm on your wrists, keeping you pinned to your own stomach, his tongue relentless as he ate you like a man possessed.

His desperation was palpable—in the way his lips sucked at your clit, in the way his tongue flicked fast and sloppy, in the way his hips kept grinding against the couch as if he was getting just as much pleasure from this as you were.

And the worst part?

He was.

“San—fuck—” Your voice was a broken whimper, your head thrown back against the cushions, body jerking with every frantic stroke of his tongue. “T-too much—”

San growled into you, the vibrations shaking through your core. His grip tightened on your wrists, forcing you to stay put as he dove back in, lips wrapping tight around your clit as he sucked hard—

Your vision whited out.

A sharp, guttural cry tore from your throat, your back arching clean off the couch as a second orgasm ripped through you, just as intense as the first.

But San—

San didn’t stop.

“F-fuck, San—!” Your voice was wrecked, your thighs trembling violently as his tongue kept flicking, kept circling, kept fucking devouring you.

He was insatiable.

“Taste so fucking good, baby—” he groaned, his voice wrecked, his mouth messy with you, his lips dragging sloppy kisses over your soaked skin. “Gonna make you cum for me again, yeah? Gonna let me ruin you?”

Your breath came out shaky, a mix of pleasure and overstimulation making your body jerk beneath him.

“C-can’t—” You whined, shaking your head, your fingers twitching in his grip. “San, please—”

San moaned against you, his hips rolling into the couch again, desperate, needy. “Mmm, baby,” he breathed, voice hoarse, lips shining with your slick as he glanced up at you. “You keep saying that, but you’re so fucking wet for me.”

His tongue dragged against your entrance before flicking up again, circling your clit in tight, fast motions. “Your pussy’s begging for me.”

Your body shuddered, a whimper leaving your lips. “S-San—”

His fingers squeezed your wrists, keeping them trapped. His eyes were dark, desperate—his own body trembling with restraint as he devoured you again, his tongue flicking faster, his lips sucking harder.

You were gone.

Pleasure built again, fast and merciless, your thighs shaking as San wrecked you with his mouth.

“That’s it, baby,” he groaned, tongue swirling sloppy and wet. “Cum for me again. I wanna feel it.”

Your body jerked, your voice breaking as your orgasm slammed into you—so hard, so intense it left you gasping for air, your fingers digging into the couch, your hips jerking against his mouth.

But even then—

San still wasn’t done.

His mouth was still messy against you, his lips still sucking, his tongue still fucking you, his own breath ragged, his cock so painfully hard in his sweatpants he could barely think straight.

His head lifted slightly, his tongue flicking against your clit in slow, precise strokes. And then—his voice, hoarse and wrecked.

“One more.”

You whimpered, your entire body shuddering beneath him.

San pressed a soft, wet kiss to your clit, his voice a rough whisper against your skin.

“I know you can take it.”

San was insatiable.

You were wrecked beneath him—your body trembling, your thighs shaking, your breath coming out in sharp, shallow gasps. Your brain was muddled, your skin burning hot, your core aching from the relentless pleasure he’d already given you.

But San?

San wasn’t done.

He refused to be done.

His mouth pressed another slow, wet kiss against your clit, his tongue flicking just enough to send a sharp jolt through your already sensitive body. Your legs twitched, your breath catching in your throat, a desperate whimper slipping past your lips.

San groaned at the sound, his hands tight on your thighs, keeping them spread as he dragged his tongue through your slick folds again—slow this time, teasing, torturing.

“F-fuck—San—” Your voice was broken, your fingers twitching against your stomach, where he still had them pinned.

San hummed against your skin, his lips curving slightly. His breath was warm, heavy with desire, his own body trembling with restraint. His hips twitched again, his cock so achingly hard beneath his sweatpants that you could feel his frustration radiating off of him.

But he wasn’t relieving himself.

No.

His only focus was you.

“I need one more,” he murmured against you, his lips pressing another sloppy kiss to your clit, his tongue flicking just right. “I need it, baby. I need to feel you break for me again.”

You whined, your head turning to the side, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip as your body shuddered from the overstimulation.

“S-San—”

His fingers tightened on your thighs.

“You can take it,” he whispered, voice low and wrecked. “I know you can.”

And then—

His mouth latched onto your clit again, his tongue flicking fast, his lips sucking hard, his desperation coming out in the way he devoured you like a man starving.

Your body jerked, a sharp cry breaking from your lips as another wave of pure pleasure slammed into you—hot, intense, merciless.

San groaned, his hands shaking as he held you down, his tongue flicking, licking, sucking, taking everything he could—

And your body broke.

Your moan was raw, shattered, your legs trembling violently as the pleasure ripped through you one final time—so strong, so overwhelming that your vision blurred, your entire body going limp beneath him.

And finally—finally—San pulled away.

His breath was heavy, his lips wet, his face completely wrecked as he slowly lifted his head, his fingers still tight on your thighs. His pupils were blown, his skin flushed, his entire body trembling with restraint.

He was desperate.

Needy.

His cock was aching, straining against his sweatpants, his hips twitching with every deep breath he took.

And yet—

His eyes stayed on you.

A slow smirk curled his swollen lips.

“…Now,” he murmured, voice rough, low, dripping with satisfaction. “Be a good girl—”

His hands finally released your wrists, and one of them dragged down your body, warm and possessive, until his fingers pressed against your wrecked heat.

And then—

“And open that pretty little mouth for me.”

And he wasn’t waiting any longer.

His fingers curled around your jaw, his grip firm as he tilted your head up—forcing you to look at him. His eyes were dark, blown wide with lust, his lips parted, his breath coming out ragged.

“Open,” he rasped, his voice wrecked from how much he’d devoured you already.

You barely had a second to react before his thumb pushed against your bottom lip, coaxing your mouth open just enough—

And then—

San spit.

A hot, thick glob landed on your tongue, the sensation sending a sharp shock through your system, making your thighs clench, your body shudder beneath him.

San groaned, his grip tightening on your jaw, his cock twitching in his pants at the way you just took it—at the way your tongue glided against your bottom lip as you swallowed.

“Fuck, baby,” he breathed, his voice shaking with restraint. “You’re so good for me.”

His free hand shoved at his sweatpants, yanking them down just enough for his cock to spring free—thick, leaking, his tip an angry red from how long he’d been holding back.

He couldn’t wait anymore.

He needed your mouth.

“Tongue out,” he murmured, voice low, dark with hunger.

You obeyed without hesitation, your tongue flicking out just enough—

And San groaned, his hand wrapping around the base of his cock as he dragged the tip against your tongue, smearing his precum across it.

“Shit—” His breath shuddered, his hips twitching forward, his patience snapping all at once.

And then—

He pushed in.

Your mouth stretched around him, your throat constricting as he bottomed out in one slow, deep thrust, his cock pressing against the back of your throat, forcing a wet, choked gasp from your lips.

San moaned, his grip on your jaw tightening, his head dropping back for a second before his gaze snapped back down to you—watching as your lips stretched around him, your mouth completely full of his cock.

“Fucking—” His voice was wrecked, his hips trembling. “God, your mouth—so fucking perfect—”

And then—

He started to move.

Slow at first—teasing, dragging his cock out just enough before pushing back in, making sure you could feel every inch, every throb, every pulse of him against your tongue.

But then—

His restraint snapped.

His hips snapped forward, hard and desperate, forcing a wet, choked sound from your throat. His fingers dug into your jaw, holding you in place as he fucked into your mouth, deep, rough, his groans growing louder, needier.

“Fuck, baby—fuck—” he panted, his breath ragged, his hips snapping against your lips with each thrust. “Your mouth—so fucking good—so tight—”

Your throat constricted, your eyes watering from the sheer intensity of it—but San didn’t stop.

If anything—

He got rougher.

His pace quickened, his cock dragging against your tongue before slamming back in, his moans turning into needy, desperate growls. Spit dripped down your chin, your lips swollen, your breath coming out sharp through your nose as you tried to keep up with the way he was using your mouth.

And fuck—

He loved it.

“Look at you,” he groaned, his hand fisting your hair now, holding you in place as his cock slid deeper, making you gag around him. “Fucking messy for me. Taking it so good, baby—”

His hips stuttered, his breath hitching, his body tensing as he thrust in deep—

And then—

A low, wrecked moan tore from his throat as his cock pulsed, his cum spilling hot and thick down your throat.

He held you there, deep, making sure you took every drop, his fingers tight in your hair, his breath heavy as he watched you—your eyes teary, your lips puffy, your throat constricting as you swallowed everything he gave you.

San groaned, his entire body shuddering, his cock twitching one last time before he slowly pulled out, watching as a thin strand of spit and cum connected your lips to his tip.

His thumb wiped it away—only to push it back into your mouth, watching as your tongue flicked against the pad of his finger, as you sucked it in.

“Fuck,” he whispered, his voice shaky, his thumb stroking against your lip. “You’re so fucking good for me.”

His breathing was still ragged, his body still trembling—but even through his post-orgasm haze, even as his cock twitched from the sheer sensitivity—

His fingers dragged up your body again, slow, deliberate.

And then—

He smirked.

“Now,” he murmured, his voice low, dangerous.

“We’re not done yet.”

San’s breath was still shaky, his cock twitching against your skin even as he came down from his high—but fuck, it wasn’t enough.

Not even close.

His fingers twitched against your jaw, his thumb dragging over your spit-slicked lips, his eyes blown wide with hunger as he stared down at you. His body was still on fire, the heat curling deep in his gut, his cock already hardening again despite just having emptied himself down your throat.

His entire body ached with need.

He still wanted more.

And more.

His breath shuddered as his gaze dropped lower, trailing over your wrecked body, your thighs still trembling from the orgasms he’d already given you. His fingers ghosted over your stomach, down to your dripping heat, his jaw clenching at how soaked you still were.

“You’re so fucking ruined already,” he murmured, his voice low, rough, wrecked.

But his fingers pushed in anyway—two, then three, stretching you open again, making you gasp at the sudden intrusion. Your body arched into him, your breath coming out in a sharp, needy whimper, your walls clenching around his fingers as he started thrusting them in deep, slow.

His free hand gripped your thigh, spreading you wide, his lips parted, his eyes wild as he watched his fingers disappear into you, over and over and over again.

And then—

His cock twitched.

San groaned, his patience snapping all over again.

His fingers left you just as fast as they entered—only to be replaced by his cock, sliding between your folds, the tip smearing his precum along your entrance before he pushed in, slow, deep, stretching you all over again.

A sharp, broken moan tore from your lips, your back arching against the couch, your nails digging into the cushions as he bottomed out in one deep, desperate thrust.

San choked on a moan, his arms trembling as he held himself over you, his head dropping forward, his breath shaky against your skin.

“F-fuck,” he groaned, his voice shaking, his hands tightening on your thighs. “You’re—so tight, baby—so fucking wet—”

And then—

He snapped his hips forward.

A sharp cry ripped from your throat as his cock slammed into you, deep and hard, his grip unrelenting as he held you there, forcing you to take every inch, every pulse of him inside you.

And he didn’t stop.

His pace was brutal, his thrusts fast, his body shuddering with pleasure as he pounded into you, his voice breaking into low, needy moans with every sharp snap of his hips.

“Fucking—shit—” San’s voice was wrecked, his head dropping to your shoulder, his hands gripping your hips so tight they were bound to leave bruises. “Feel so fucking good, baby—feel so tight around me—”

Your moans were shattered, your entire body jerking with the force of his thrusts, your mind already melting from how deep he was, from how ruthlessly he was fucking into you.

And fuck—he was losing himself.

His hands suddenly flipped you, pressing your chest into the couch, his weight caging you beneath him as he thrust back in, his moan ragged, wrecked, completely fucked out.

“You wanted this, huh?” he growled against your ear, his hips snapping against your ass, his cock hitting that spot deep inside you over and over and over again. “Wanted me to fuck you like this? Use you like this?”

Your moan came out choked, your fingers digging into the couch, your body completely fucked out beneath him.

San groaned, his teeth sinking into your shoulder, his body shaking as his cock twitched inside you, his thrusts growing sloppy, desperate.

“Gonna cum—” His voice was wrecked, his hands trembling against your skin, his pace quickening, snapping into you harder, deeper— “Fuck, fuck, fuck—”

His hips jerked, his cock pulsing as he spilled inside you, hot and thick, his moan shattered as his body shuddered against yours.

But even then—

Even after he’d emptied himself inside you, even after he’d fucked you to the point of exhaustion—

San didn’t stop.

His cock was still hard. His breath was still shaky.

He was still aching for more.

His arms wrapped around you suddenly, flipping you back onto your back, his lips crashing against yours as his cock thrust back into you—

And he groaned, deep and wrecked, his hands gripping your body, his hips rolling into yours again, his body shuddering from the overstimulation, from the sheer desperation consuming him.

San’s body was burning.

Every inch of him was on fire, his skin too hot, his breath too shaky, his cock still throbbing inside you even after he had already cum so hard his vision had blurred.

But it wasn’t enough.

It would never be enough.

His hands were everywhere—gripping, grasping, trembling as they explored every inch of your wrecked, sensitive body. His fingers dug into your hips, dragging you up against him, his breath shuddering as he felt just how soaked you still were, how your slick was dripping down his thighs, how your body trembled beneath him.

And fuck—he needed more.

His lips crashed against your neck, sucking, biting, devouring as his hands spread your thighs wide, his hips grinding against yours, his cock pulsing inside you.

“Shit—” His voice was wrecked, his grip tightening on your body. “You’re so fucking wet, baby—so messy for me—”

And then—

His fingers slid between your legs, pressing against your clit, rubbing fast, sloppy, his cock still deep inside you, stretching you so perfectly you could barely breathe.

Your body jerked, a sharp, broken moan tearing from your throat as his fingers played with you, as his cock twitched inside you, as his breath came out in needy, desperate little gasps.

“Gimme—gimme another one, baby—” His voice was pleading, desperate, his pace quickening, his touch growing rougher, sloppier. “Just one more—fuck, just—please—”

And then—

Your body snapped.

A sharp cry tore from your lips as your orgasm crashed over you again, your thighs trembling, your vision blurring as you gushed all over him, soaking his thighs, his cock, his stomach—everything.

San choked on a moan, his head dropping against your shoulder, his body shuddering as he felt you squirt all over him, felt how wrecked you were, how completely ruined you were beneath him.

And fuck—

He still wasn’t done.

His hands dragged down your body, his fingers trembling as they gripped your thighs, his lips brushing against your temple as he whispered, shaky, needy—

“Baby, I need—” His voice broke, his breath ragged, his cock twitching inside you. “I need you again—”

His hips snapped forward, deep, his cock dragging against your sensitive walls, his hands grasping, clutching, desperate as he fucked into you again, as if he hadn’t already ruined you.

His voice was pleading, his hands shaking, his lips trailing down your skin as he whispered, begged—

“Just one more, baby—just—just one more—”

His skin was burning, his body shaking, his cock aching—but fuck, he still wasn’t satisfied. His lips were glossy with spit, his thighs soaked from how many times you’d already squirted all over him, his breath coming out in needy, ragged little moans as he panted against your skin.

And you?

You were just as wrecked.

Your body was limp beneath him, your voice hoarse from how many times you’d already screamed his name, your legs trembling as he pushed them apart yet again, refusing to let you close up, refusing to let you hide from him.

His fingers gripped your thighs, spreading you wide, his breath shuddering at the sight of your dripping, swollen cunt, slick and messy from everything he’d already done to you.

And fuck—he still wanted more.

His cock throbbed, his mouth watering as he lowered himself between your legs again, his hands grasping, clutching at your thighs, his lips brushing against your soaked heat as his voice came out shaky, wrecked—

“Baby, I need—” His voice broke, his breath hot against your skin. “I need to taste you again—”

And before you could even process it—

His tongue was on you.

A sharp, choked gasp tore from your lips as his mouth latched onto you, his tongue sliding between your folds, his lips wrapping around your clit as he sucked, hard.

“San—!” Your voice cracked, your fingers jerking into his hair, tugging, pulling—but he didn’t care. He growled against you, his arms tightening around your thighs, locking you in place as he devoured you, as if he was starving, as if he’d die if he didn’t have you.

And fuck—he was so messy about it.

His tongue was sloppy, wet, licking and lapping at your cunt like he couldn’t get enough, like he needed you more than air itself. Spit and slick were everywhere, coating his lips, dripping down his chin, mixing with the wetness already soaking his thighs.

And fuck, he loved it.

His hands dug into your hips, pulling you against his face, his moans vibrating against your heat, his cock twitching between his legs as he grinded against the couch, so fucking needy, so fucking wrecked just from tasting you.

“San—fuck, fuck—” Your breath was ragged, your fingers clutching at the sheets, your body jerking with every sharp flick of his tongue. “You’re so—so messy—”

San groaned, his hips grinding harder against the couch, his hands shaking as he dragged his tongue down, circling your entrance, his voice coming out slurred, wrecked—

“Can’t—can’t help it, baby—” His tongue pushed in, fucking into you, his moan shattering as he felt you clench around him, as he felt your thighs shake, your body trembling beneath his touch.

And then—

“Gonna make you squirt again,” he murmured, his breath shaky, his tongue pulling out just to be replaced by his fingers, two—then three, stretching you wide, fucking into you deep, his mouth still latched onto your clit, sucking, moaning, ruining you all over again.

Your moans turned shattered, your body jerking, your hands gripping his hair so tight it should’ve hurt—but fuck, he loved it.

And then—

You snapped.

A sharp, choked scream ripped from your throat as your orgasm crashed over you, your body jerking, your back arching as you gushed all over his face, soaking his lips, his chin, his throat.

San moaned, deep and wrecked, his hips twitching, his cock aching as he fucked his fingers into you, forcing more out of you, watching as you dripped down his arms, as your thighs shook, as your entire body gave out beneath him.

But even then—

Even after he had licked you clean, even after he had made you cum so hard you could barely breathe—

San still wasn’t done.

His cock was throbbing, his body aching, his hands gripping your thighs as he flipped you over, his voice ragged, wrecked, pleading—

“Just one more, baby—” His breath was shaky, his cock pressing against your entrance, still soaked with your slick, your juices still dripping down his thighs. “Just—just one more—”

And then—

He slammed into you, hard, deep, his moan breaking as his cock dragged against your oversensitive walls, as your body clenched around him, as he lost himself in you all over again.

And fuck—

He was never stopping.

Your limbs were twitching, your skin burning, your mind completely blank from how many times San had already fucked the breath from your lungs. Your thighs were sticky with slick, your body completely boneless beneath him, your voice hoarse from all the screams he’d already pulled from you.

But San?

San was a wreck.

His body was shaking, his chest heaving, his cock still twitching inside you, still aching, still so desperate for more. His fingers clutched at your waist, trembling, his lips dragging against your cheek, his breath hot and shaky, his voice coming out wrecked, pleading—

“Baby, please—” His voice broke, his hands shaking as they gripped you tighter, his lips feathering over your jaw, your ear, your throat—begging.

You whimpered, barely able to move, barely able to breathe, your body too sensitive, too wrecked to even process the words properly.

“San—I can’t—” Your voice was shaky, barely even a whisper, your hands weakly pressing against his chest, trying to stop him, trying to make him listen. “I—I can’t take anymore—”

San whined.

A deep, desperate, completely wrecked little sound, his entire body shuddering, his hands gripping you tighter, his lips pressing against your throat, begging, pleading—

“Baby—please—” His voice was strained, so wrecked that he could barely form words, his body so desperate that he was practically vibrating with need. “I need you—fuck, I need to feel you again—”

His hips jerked, his cock twitching inside you, still so hard, still aching for more, still so needy that it physically hurt.

“Just—just let me, baby—” His voice cracked, his breath hot against your skin, his hands still clutching at you, his body still begging even though he already knew your answer.

And then—

His hips pressed in.

Deep.

Slow.

And you gasped, your body jerking, your thighs trembling as he pushed himself inside you again, his cock stretching your already wrecked, overworked walls, making you feel every inch of him, making you take him whether you could handle it or not.

“San—stop—” Your voice broke, a sharp, shaky gasp leaving your lips as your nails dug into his skin, your body twitching from the overwhelming sensitivity.

He didn’t stop.

He couldn’t.

His breath was shaky, his voice cracking, his body shuddering as he buried himself inside you again, whimpering, his hips rolling, his hands gripping your thighs as he forced you to take him.

And fuck—he was crying.

Tears were stinging his eyes, his moans high, wrecked, his body completely losing control as he fucked into you, desperate, starved, whining with every thrust.

“Baby—fuck, I—I can’t stop—” His voice was strained, shaking, his breath ragged as he buried his face into your neck, his hands trembling as he held onto you, as he kept moving, as he kept fucking you even when you were already gone.

Your body jerked, a sharp, choked cry leaving your lips as another orgasm ripped through you, so strong, so shattering that your vision blurred, your body convulsing, your mind blanking out from how fucking wrecked you were.

And he followed right after.

A sharp, wrecked moan broke from his lips as his hips snapped, as his cock throbbed, as he spilled inside you all over again, so deep, so full, his release mixing with the mess already dripping between your thighs.

His entire body shuddered, his breath gasping, his hands clutching at you like he never wanted to let go.

And even after—

Even when his body was completely spent, when he was too wrecked to even move—

San was still inside you.

Still deep, still full, still holding on like he couldn’t bear to be apart from you.

And his voice?

It was weak, whispered, still shaky from everything he had just done.

But it was real.

It was raw.

“Baby…” A deep, shaky breath left him, his lips brushing against your temple, his arms still wrapped around you, still clutching onto you like you were the only thing keeping him sane.

“I—I love you.”

You didn’t know what to say.

Your heart was pounding, your breath shaky, your body still aching in the best possible way—but your mind was a fucking mess.

San wasn’t supposed to say that.

This wasn’t supposed to be love.

This was supposed to be a one-time thing, a secret indulgence, something you’d both pretend never happened in the morning.

But now—

Now, San was looking at you like you meant something.

Like you weren’t just the girl next door who had accidentally drugged him with aphrodisiac cookies.

Like you weren’t just someone he fucked senseless on the living room couch.

Like you were his.

And the worst part?

You wanted to be, badly.

“San…” Your voice was weak, your fingers shaky as they traced over his jaw, your heart twisting in your chest as you looked at him—really looked at him.

His eyes were red-rimmed, still glassy from how hard he had come, his lips were kiss-swollen, his hair was a mess, sticking to his damp forehead.

And he looked so fucking beautiful.

So wrecked.

So vulnerable.

So in love.

And it fucking terrified you.

Because if you let yourself believe it—

If you let yourself have him—

You didn’t think you’d ever be able to let him go.

“…Say it again.”

San’s breath hitched.

His fingers tightened on your waist, his lips parting slightly, his eyes widening just a fraction—

And then, in a voice so soft, so reverent, so raw it sent a fucking shiver down your spine—

“I love you.”

His breath was still shaky, his body still pressed against yours, his fingers still gripping your waist like he was afraid you’d disappear. His heart was pounding, his lips parted, his eyes locked onto you like you were the only thing keeping him grounded.

You could feel everything.

The heat of his skin, the way his chest rose and fell against yours, the way his cock was still inside you, still keeping you full, still reminding you exactly what just happened between you.

But none of that compared to the way he was looking at you.

Like he was afraid of what you’d say.

Like he already knew he had ruined everything.

Like he was begging for you to fix it.

And fuck—

You wanted to.

But you were terrified.

Because this wasn’t just about sex anymore.

This was real.

"Baby…” His voice was barely a whisper, his fingers trembling as he reached for your cheek, his touch so gentle, so careful—like he was scared he’d break you. “Please… say something.”

You swallowed hard, your throat tight, your mind still spinning from everything—the way he had taken you, the way he had begged for you, the way he had said those words like they had been burning in his chest for so fucking long.

And maybe they had been.

Maybe you had just been too blind to see it.

Your lips parted, a shaky breath leaving them, your heart twisting as you met his gaze—those deep, desperate brown eyes, searching yours for something, anything to hold onto.

Your fingers curled into his hair, your chest tightening, your voice small as you finally, finally whispered—

“…You love me?”

San’s breath hitched.

His grip on your waist tightened, his lips parting, his entire body trembling as he swallowed hard, his voice so wrecked, so raw when he answered—

“I do.”

No hesitation.

No doubt.

Just San, stripped bare in front of you, exposed, vulnerable, completely yours.

And something inside you fucking snapped.

Because he meant it.

Because you had wanted this for so fucking long, wanted him for so fucking long—and now, he was right here, saying the words you never thought you’d hear, giving himself to you completely.

And you couldn’t stop yourself.

You grabbed him, your lips crashing into his, your fingers clutching at his hair, pulling him closer, deeper, letting him feel everything you couldn’t say yet.

He broke apart in your arms.

A shaky, wrecked moan slipped from his throat as he melted into you, his hands gripping you like you were the only thing keeping him alive, his body pressing you deeper into the couch, his kiss so needy, so desperate, so full of love that it made your chest ache.

And when he pulled back, his forehead pressed against yours, his breath hot against your lips, his voice still shaking—

“Say it back.”

Your heart stopped.

San’s fingers tightened on your waist, his breath ragged, his lips brushing against yours as he whispered again, this time more pleading, more wrecked—

“Baby, please… say it back.”

And you could feel it—

The way his hands shook, the way his body tensed, the way his eyes were glossy with something he was trying so fucking hard to hold back—

The way he needed this more than anything.

And fuck—

You did too.

Your fingers brushed over his cheek, your lips trembling, your heart pounding as you finally, finally let the words slip out—

“I love you.”

A sharp, shuddering breath left him, his lips crashing into yours again, his hands everywhere—on your face, your waist, your thighs—like he was memorizing you, like he never wanted to let go.

Like he never would.

And maybe, just maybe—

Neither would you.

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Momo's dance coach

Lee Jung-min, a young dance coach with a sharp eye for talent and a no-nonsense attitude, stepped into the pristine JYP dance studio. The walls echoed with the distant sounds of laughter and music, a stark contrast to the focused silence in the practice room where he was headed. Jung-min had spent the last few years honing his craft, pushing the boundaries of K-pop choreography, and now, he had a new challenge: to train Momo, the Japanese member of the wildly popular girl group, TWICE. He was determined to show the world what she was truly capable of, despite the whispers of doubt that had followed her since her debut.

Momo, dressed in her practice attire, looked up as Jung-min entered. Her outfit today was simple yet striking: a black top with an asymmetrical neckline and intricate openwork, showcasing a hint of the white beneath. The fabric hugged her body, accentuating her toned physique and hinting at the curves beneath. Jung-min took a deep breath, steeling himself against the unprofessional thoughts that had plagued him since he'd found out she'd be his new student. He'd heard the rumors about her, about her struggles with the choreography, but he knew better than to believe everything he heard. After all, the industry was notorious for building people up and tearing them down.

He nodded at her, his expression neutral. "Let's start with the basics." He called out, his voice firm yet not unkind. Momo's eyes met his, a mix of determination and anxiety. She knew the stakes were high; she had to prove herself not just to Jung-min but to her group members and the fans who had come to expect perfection from TWICE.

As the music began to play, Momo started to move. Her movements were fluid, yet there was something slightly off, a hesitation that made Jung-min's trained eye twitch. He stepped closer, watching her intently, his hands itching to correct her form. As she danced, her wavy mid-length hair with its ash-grey color and bluish highlights swayed in time with the beat, brushing against her neck and shoulders. Her breasts bounced with each step, drawing his gaze despite his best efforts to remain professional. He forced his eyes back to her feet, her arms, her posture.

"Momo, stop," Jung-min said, his voice cutting through the music. She froze mid-move, her chest heaving from the exertion. "You're leaning too much to the left. Let me adjust you." He stepped behind her, his hands hovering just above her shoulders. He could feel the heat from her skin, see the goosebumps rising along her arms as he gently touched her. His fingertips traced the line of her collarbone, guiding her into the correct stance. The fabric of her top was soft against his hands, the openwork detail offering a tantalizing glimpse of the skin beneath. He took a moment longer than necessary to make sure she was in the right position, savoring the closeness, the feeling of her body under his touch.

He stepped aside, his cheeks flushing slightly. "Again," he instructed, his voice a little hoarser than he intended. She nodded, her eyes locked on his, a spark of curiosity flickering within them. This time, as the music restarted, her movements were more precise, her posture stronger. Yet, Jung-min found his eyes drifting to her chest, to the way her breasts moved with each step, the way the top stretched against her body. He told himself it was only to make sure she wasn't overcompensating, but deep down, he knew it was more than that.

"Better," he murmured, trying to keep his thoughts in check. "Now, let's break it down. One step at a time." He approached her from behind, placing his hand on her hip. "Follow my lead," he said, his voice a soft command. As they began to move together, his other hand hovered just above her ass, itching to touch. The heat radiating from her body was intoxicating, and Jung-min felt himself growing aroused.

Momo, oblivious to the internal battle Jung-min was fighting, focused on the dance. She mirrored his movements, her body brushing against his as they practiced. With each step, she grew more confident, her form improving slightly. Jung-min's hand slid down to her lower back, his thumb brushing the elastic of her sweatpants, dangerously close to the crevice of her ass. He could feel the firmness of her flesh beneath the fabric, and it took every ounce of his willpower not to let his hand wander.

"Keep going," he said through gritted teeth, his voice a low rumble. He was so close to her that he could smell her sweet scent, a delicate blend of sweat and the faint hint of her perfume. The music played on, a fast-paced rhythm that seemed to pulse in time with his racing heart.

Momo, still concentrating on her dance steps, didn't notice the change in Jung-min's demeanor. She continued to follow his lead, her movements becoming more synchronized with his. But with each step, Jung-min could feel her ass pressing back against his groin. His arousal grew with each beat, making it increasingly difficult to focus on her dance routine. He cleared his throat, trying to distract himself, but it was futile.

"You know," he said, his voice strained, "it might be your breasts that are throwing off your balance." She looked at him with surprise, her cheeks flushing slightly. He took the opportunity to cup her breasts in his hands, his thumbs grazing her nipples through the fabric. "They're so…large," he murmured, his eyes flickering down to where his hands rested. "It's making it hard for you to keep your center of gravity."

Momo's eyes widened, but she didn't protest, allowing him to continue. Jung-min felt his pulse quicken as he squeezed gently, his thumbs now circling the erect peaks of her nipples. "You need to get used to moving with them," he explained, his voice a little too calm for his racing thoughts. "Let's try the dance again."

As the music started up once more, Momo took a deep breath and began to dance, with Jung-min's hands still firmly cupping her breasts. She stumbled slightly, unsure of how to react to the sudden intimacy, but Jung-min's grip was steady, his movements guiding hers. Her cheeks burned as she tried to focus on the routine, the sensation of his hands on her sensitive flesh making it difficult to think straight. With each beat of the music, his thumbs traced circles around her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through her body.

Momo's dance improved, the weight of Jung-min's hands helping her to find her balance. The choreography grew more complex, and she found herself leaning into his touch, her body moving in sync with his. He could feel the tension in her muscles, the way she held her breath when his thumbs brushed against her. He knew he was crossing a line, but the desire to explore the unspoken attraction between them was too strong to resist.

"Keep going," Jung-min encouraged, his voice a low murmur in her ear. His grip tightened, his thumbs moving in slow, deliberate circles. Momo's breath hitched, and she stumbled again. He stepped closer, his chest pressing against her back, his hands moving to fully cover her breasts. "I need to make sure they're not hindering you," he said, his breath hot against her neck.

Momo nodded, her heart racing. She could feel his erection pressing into her, and a thrill of excitement mixed with fear shot through her. This was her chance to prove herself, but she couldn't ignore the way his touch was affecting her. She focused on the music, the rhythm guiding her movements. With Jung-min's hands supporting her, she found a new sense of freedom, her dance becoming more fluid, more sensual.

But she still couldn't quite nail the routine. Despite his help, she kept missing the beat. "You're still off," Jung-min said, his voice thick with lust. "I think we need to try something different." He slid his hands down to the bottom of her breasts, his fingertips grazing the waistband of her sweatpants. "Let's take these off."

Momo blinked, her eyes wide with shock. "What?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the thumping bass.

"Your breasts," Jung-min repeated, his voice a low rumble. "They're too distracting. We need to make sure they're not interfering with your performance." He stepped back, giving her space to process his words.

Momo looked at him, a mix of confusion and curiosity in her eyes. She knew she needed to improve, but she hadn't considered that her breasts could be the problem. She hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly. "Okay," she murmured, reaching for the hem of her shirt. "If it'll help…"

Jung-min watched as she lifted the shirt over her head, revealing the white sports bra that had been hidden beneath. Her breasts looked even larger without the constraints of the black top, bouncing slightly as she let out a deep breath. He stepped closer, his hands outstretched, and she placed her palms on his chest for balance as he unhooked the bra. The fabric fell away, and her breasts spilled out, heavy and full, the nipples tight and pink from the coolness of the air-conditioned room.

"Better," Jung-min murmured, his eyes drinking in the sight. "Now, let's see if this helps." He took her hands and placed them back on the barre, his own moving to cup her breasts once more. They were warm and firm in his hands, the weight of them a testament to their size. He began to massage them gently, watching her in the mirror as she tried to keep her composure.

Momo's cheeks were flushed a deep red, but she focused on the dance routine, her eyes never leaving her reflection. Jung-min's touch was firm yet gentle, his thumbs teasing her areola as he whispered instructions into her ear. "Straighten your back, Momo. Let the movement flow through you." Despite the intimate nature of his touch, she found her posture improving, her movements becoming more precise.

But as the dance grew more intense, Jung-min's control began to slip. He stepped closer, his groin pressing against her ass, his erection clear through his sweatpants. He started to rub himself against her, his hips moving in a slow, rhythmic grind. At first, she thought it was an accident, a byproduct of their proximity. But when he didn't stop, she realized he was getting off on this.

The friction between them grew stronger, his hands still cupping her breasts, his thumbs playing with her now-sensitive nipples. Momo's breath grew ragged, her body responding despite herself. She could feel the heat of him, his desire, and it was a heady feeling. The beat of the music grew louder, the bass thumping in sync with his movements.

Her eyes remained glued to their reflection in the mirror, watching as Jung-min's hands moved with purposeful strokes. She felt his erection press harder against her, his hips moving in a slow, seductive rhythm. It was as if the dance had become a dance of a different kind, one that was forbidden, yet undeniably alluring. She could feel the fabric of her sweatpants growing damp with his arousal, and the thought of what he was doing was making it even harder to focus on the routine.

Jung-min's breath grew heavier, his hands squeezing her breasts more firmly as he ground his pelvis into her. "Keep dancing, Momo," he murmured into her ear, his voice thick with desire. "I want to see if this helps you find your rhythm." She bit her lower lip, trying to ignore the sensation, but the pressure against her ass was too intense. Her own breathing grew ragged, her heart pounding in her chest.

The beat of the music seemed to pulse through her, urging her body to move in time with Jung-min's. She felt his hands slide down to the waistband of her sweatpants, his fingers teasing the soft skin of her stomach before dipping below. She gasped as his hand cupped her mound, his thumb finding her clit and applying gentle pressure. "Is this better?" he whispered, his voice a dark caress. "Can you feel the beat now?"

Momo's eyes widened in the mirror, her breath catching in her throat. She had never experienced anything like this before, her dance practice sessions had always been strictly professional. But now, with Jung-min's hands on her body, she felt alive, alive with a new kind of energy that seemed to enhance her movements. She nodded, her voice a whimper as she felt his hard length pressing into her from behind.

"Good," Jung-min murmured, his eyes never leaving hers in the reflection. "Now, I need you to do something for me." He took her hand and guided it to the bulge in his sweatpants, making her palm the length of his erection. She gasped, her eyes flickering between his and their reflection. He leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. "Take it out and suck it, Momo. That's the only way to truly find your rhythm."

Her hand trembled, but she did as he instructed. She unzipped his pants, her heart racing as she reached inside to free his cock. It was hot and firm in her grip, and she could feel it pulse with need. She looked up at him, her eyes questioning, but the command in his gaze left no room for doubt. He nodded, urging her on, and she knelt before him, her knees pressing into the cool, hard floor.

Momo's cheeks burned as she took him in her mouth, her eyes never leaving his. The taste of him was surprisingly salty and musky, and she felt a strange thrill at the power she held. Jung-min's eyes rolled back in his head, a soft moan escaping his lips as she tentatively licked and sucked. Her tongue danced around the tip, tracing the veins along the shaft as she grew more confident in her movements. The rhythm of his hips matched the beat of the music, guiding her in a silent, erotic dance.

"That's it," he breathed, his hand tangling in her hair as he gently pushed her down further. "Take it all in." He watched her in the mirror, her lips stretched around his cock, her eyes watering slightly as she took him deeper. His other hand squeezed her breast, his thumb flicking her nipple in time with her bobs. "You're so good at this, Momo," he said, his voice thick with lust. "Such a talented dancer, and now this."

Momo's mind raced as she tried to process his words. Was this what it took to be a part of TWICE? To be the best? To prove herself to the world? She didn't know if she liked it, but she knew she needed to keep going. Jung-min's grip on her hair tightened, his hips bucking slightly as he grew closer to release. "Look at you," he murmured, his eyes raking over her body. "Such a sexy little thing. Those tits bounce just right, don't they?"

Her face burned with humiliation, but she couldn't deny the arousal that pooled in her core. His degrading comments only seemed to spur her on, her mouth moving faster over his cock. She felt his hand move from her hair to her face, his thumb tracing her cheek. "You're doing so well," he said, his voice a gruff growl. "But I need more. Take it deeper."

Momo's eyes watered as she obeyed, his cock filling her mouth until she could feel his balls pressing against her chin. Jung-min's breathing grew ragged, his hand tightening in her hair as he pushed her down even further. "Fuck," he groaned, his hips jerking. "You're such a good little slut for me, aren't you?"

Momo's eyes widened in the mirror, the realization of what he'd just called her sending a bolt of shock through her body. Yet she didn't stop, the strange thrill of his words mingling with the humiliation. She had never been talked to like this before, but it was as if his degradation was unlocking something within her, a part of her that craved his approval, his dominance.

"Look at these tits," Jung-min said, his voice a gruff purr as he squeezed her breasts. "So big and bouncy, they're like the best kind of distraction." He watched as she took him deeper into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing out with the effort. "You're a natural at this, aren't you?" His thumbs traced lazy circles around her nipples, eliciting a soft moan that vibrated around his cock. He smirked, the power dynamic shifting palpably between them.

"Mmhmm," she mumbled around his length, her eyes never leaving his in the mirror. The degradation should have repulsed her, but instead, it fueled her. She found herself craving his approval, eager to be the student who could satisfy not just his artistic demands but his carnal ones as well.

"Your body is so… tempting," Jung-min continued, his voice a dark purr. "These tits, this ass. It's all just too much to resist." He stepped back, admiring the way her breasts bobbed with each beat of the music, her nipples standing at attention from his earlier ministrations. "And those legs," he murmured, his eyes raking down her body. "So long and perfect. I bet you can wrap them around my waist and take me just like a pro."

Momo felt a mix of embarrassment and arousal as he talked about her body so openly. She had always been self-conscious about her size, but his words didn't feel like a critique. They felt like a compliment, a declaration of his desire. She watched him in the mirror, his hand still playing with his cock, the pre-cum glistening at the tip. He was still fully dressed, while she knelt before him, half-nude and exposed. It was a stark contrast, one that only served to highlight the power he held in this moment.

"You're so fucking sexy, Momo," Jung-min said, his voice a low growl. "These tits are going to be the talk of the industry once I'm through with you." His hand trailed down her body, leaving a trail of fire wherever it touched. She shivered, her nipples hardening even more under his gaze. "And that ass," he continued, giving her a firm slap on the cheek. "It's going to be perfect for bouncing to the beat."

He stepped back, his cock still in hand, and watched her as she remained kneeling before him. "Keep dancing," he ordered, his eyes never leaving hers. "I want to see how much better you can do now that we've addressed the real issue." Momo took a deep breath, her heart racing as she tried to stand up. Her legs felt wobbly, but she managed to regain her balance. The music played on, and she began to move again, her breasts bouncing in time with the beat.

Jung-min's eyes remained glued to her chest as he stroked himself. "Look at these," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "So big and distracting. It's a wonder you can dance at all with these things." He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to palm one of her breasts. "But they're perfect for this." He began to masturbate more vigorously, using her breast as a makeshift masturbation sleeve.

Momo's breath hitched as she watched him in the mirror, his hand moving in fast, jerky motions. His thumb found her nipple again, giving it a rough twist. "You're just a pair of tits with legs," he said, his voice a gruff whisper. "But oh, what a pair of tits they are." He leaned down, his breath hot against her skin as he spoke. "You're going to be the star of the show, Momo. All because of these."

With a wicked smile, Jung-min stepped back, his cock glistening with pre-cum. He positioned himself in front of her, his erection bobbing slightly with each beat of the music. "Now, let's see if we can't put these to good use." He placed the tip of his cock between her breasts, the heat of his skin making her gasp. "You know what to do," he said, his voice a low growl.

Momo nodded, her eyes never leaving his. She leaned forward slightly, her breasts pressing around him, and began to move her body in time with the music. Jung-min's cock slid between her cleavage, the friction sending waves of pleasure through him. "That's it," he murmured, his voice a dark purr. "Use those tits to keep the rhythm." He watched her in the mirror, his eyes hooded with lust as she moved.

"You're doing so well," he said, his voice filled with mock praise. "A real pro at this. I knew those breasts were good for something other than jiggling on stage." Momo felt a flare of anger at his words, but she didn't dare protest. Instead, she focused on the dance, her body moving with a newfound confidence as she cradled his erection between her breasts.

"Look at you, using what nature gave you," Jung-min said, his voice a low rumble. "You're going to be the talk of the town, the girl who can titty-fuck like a champ." His hand slid down to cup her ass, squeezing it firmly. "But let's not forget about this either," he murmured, his fingers digging into her flesh. "This ass is going to be the envy of every other dancer out there."

Momo's eyes remained locked on his in the mirror, a mix of anger and arousal flitting across her features. She knew she should be offended, but his words only served to make her more determined to prove herself to him. She moved her body with more vigor, her breasts bouncing around his cock. Jung-min's grip on her ass tightened, his other hand playing with her nipples as he watched her in the mirror.

"Fuck," he groaned, his eyes glazed over with lust. "You're so… perfect." His voice was strained, and she could feel his cock twitch between her breasts. She knew he was close, and the thought of making him cum was strangely empowering. She squeezed her tits tighter around him, her movements becoming more erratic.

"Mmm," Jung-min murmured, his eyes never leaving hers. "That's it, Momo. Just a little more." His hand slid down to her stomach, his fingers inching closer to her pants. "But first," he said, his voice a low growl, "I want to see how wet you are."

Momo felt a rush of heat between her legs, and she knew she was wet. The way he talked to her, the way he used her body, it was all so new and overwhelming. She bit her lip as his hand slid down, slipping beneath the waistband of her sweatpants. He stroked her clit through the thin fabric of her panties, and she gasped, her hips bucking slightly. "Good," he said, his voice filled with satisfaction. "Very good."

The beat of the music grew faster, and so did Jung-min's strokes. He was relentless, his fingers moving in time with the rhythm. Momo felt her orgasm building, her breaths coming in shallow pants. She never thought she'd be doing this in a dance studio, with a man she barely knew. But here she was, her body responding to his touch like it had been waiting for it.

Jung-min's hand moved from her clit to slip inside her panties. His fingers found her slick opening, and he slid them in with ease. Momo's eyes rolled back in her head, a low moan escaping her lips. She could feel her body tightening around him, her walls quivering with need. "Look at you," he whispered, his voice filled with a dark excitement. "So wet and eager for me."

He began to pump his fingers in and out of her, the sound of her wetness filling the studio. The music grew louder, the bass thumping in time with his movements. Momo's dance became more frantic, her breasts bouncing wildly around his cock as she tried to keep up with the pace he set. "That's it," he encouraged, his voice a low growl. "Take it all, Momo. Take it like the good little slut you are."

Her orgasm crested, her body shaking as she came, her pussy clenching around his fingers. Jung-min groaned, his own release close. "Now," he grunted, "now it's my turn." He pulled out of her, the head of his cock shiny with her juices. He stepped closer, positioning himself between her breasts once more. "Finish me," he demanded, his eyes dark with need.

Momo nodded, her own desire for him overwhelming any sense of modesty she may have had left. She leaned forward, her breath hot against his cock, and began to bob her head up and down, her tits jiggling with each movement. Jung-min's grip on her hair tightened, guiding her, pushing her to take him deeper. "Fuck," he grunted, his hips bucking as he fucked her face. "Just like that."

The studio was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, her moans muffled by his length in her mouth. She could feel his balls tighten, his cock swell, and she knew he was close. Her own arousal had not subsided, her pussy still throbbing from her orgasm. She reached up with one hand to stroke his shaft, her other hand playing with his balls, rolling them gently in her palm.

Jung-min's eyes widened in the mirror, his breath coming in short, sharp pants. "Oh, fuck," he grunted, his hips jerking. "You're going to make me cum." He watched her in the mirror, her eyes shining with a mix of defiance and submission, her breasts bouncing as she worked his cock. He couldn't resist any longer, the pressure building in his balls until it was too much.

With a roar, Jung-min came, spurts of hot cum filling Momo's mouth. She choked slightly, but took it all, her eyes watering. He pulled out, his cum spilling down her chin and onto her chest. "Swallow," he ordered, his voice harsh. She obeyed, her throat working to take down every drop. He stepped back, his cock still twitching as he watched her, his eyes never leaving hers in the mirror.

Momo stood there, panting, her breasts heaving with each breath. Jung-min took a moment to compose himself before speaking again. "Now, let's get you dressed," he said, his tone business-like once more. He handed her the shirt she had discarded earlier, and she took it, her eyes still glazed with arousal.

As she put her shirt back on, she couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment. The intense connection they had shared just moments ago was gone, replaced by the cold reality of their professional relationship. But she knew this was a turning point. She had allowed this to happen, and she wasn't entirely sure if she was ready to face the consequences.

#kpop smut #twice smut #female idol smut #girl group smut #twice momo smut #momo smut

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limethefirst · 7 months ago

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Hello! I recently rewatched Sonic 3 and was Wondering if you could do a Shadow x (fem) child of Stone’s who basically takes one look at Shadow and goes he’s my friend now.

(Age- 5-10) I picked this age because I have VIVID memories of trying to befriend Anything even things i really shouldn’t

You’re my friend now!

pairings: Shadow the Hedgehog x child!reader (platonic)

warnings: none!

summary: you meet Shadow and decide he is going to be your friend, whether he wants to or not

a/n: OMGGG THIS IS SO CUTE! I imagine Shadow being so careful around reader because they’re a child and he’s just so confused why this little kid is just following him around😭

When you first saw Shadow, you thought he was some big plushie that came to life. It was magical really. Being a child and one so young, these things intrigued you. In fact you quite literally could not stay away.

Your father, Stone didn’t exactly tell you not to stay away either, he just gave you a heads up that Shadow was very powerful and to be careful around him. Which you would be, but first you needed to make him your new friend.

You stood behind your father, your eyes narrowed onto the hedgehog, with a gaze so serious even Shadow was confused. He took a few glances at you before looking back at the Robotniks so called ‘bonding’.

While he was distracted you took this as a chance to finally walk up to him. Stone watched you, never letting you leave his sight as a protective father would.

Shadow sensed something going on and as he turned around he was met with your face. You brightly smiled at him giving him a small wave to which he only replied to with a small nod.

Obviously Shadow could tell you were a child, no older then 10 at that, and he knew how innocent and fragile they were so he kept his responses short. Not in a rude way, he didn’t want to hurt your feelings. He was actually quite nervous, he was considered dangerous and didn’t want that danger to harm you since you hadn’t wronged him in anyway.

You blinked up at him, your eyes wide with joy and excitement seeing how he acknowledged your presence (which was literally the bare minimum but you are a child so what can most people expect). Without hesitation you blurted out, “You’re my friend now!” Shadows eyes slightly widened a bit before going back to his usual neutral expression.

“What?” He asked, trying not to sound rude and offend you; even though he didn’t understand what exactly was happening.

You only giggled and grabbed his hand, dragging him away, “We’re having soft tacos later!”

That was how Shadow was dragged into being your new friend and how he was currently sitting on the floor watching you stuff your face with tacos while making matching bracelets that said ‘bff’ on them. Shadow couldn’t lie, it was actually endearing to see how you were so bright and willing to immediately befriend him.

He sat there quietly, watching your focus go into the bracelet currently in your hands. Yours was a mix of your two favorite colors while his was black and red for obvious reasons.

He watched as you slipped yours onto your wrist, then you grabbed his arm and raised it up as you put his bracelet on as well. A small smile made its way to your face, proud of your hard work.

Shadow examined the bracelet a bit before he gave you a small pat on the head. He wasn’t big on words, he preferred to show he cared through gestures and actions instead, so you knew you’d done well.

Shadow wore the bracelet with pride, happy to show off his new friend.

#sonic 3 #sonic movie universe #sonic #sonic fandom #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog x reader #shadow x reader #x reader #platonic #child reader

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azullumi · 1 year ago

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"once more to see you" ; aventurine

summary — to him, love was like a religion waiting to be discovered and he’ll find god in the way the sun looks on your skin; alternatively, aventurine thinks he’s rotten work and tiring to take care of but not to you, not if it's him (please get the reference).

pairing — aventurine (w/ gender-neutral reader)

tags — established relationship (but aventurine wants to de-establish it), somewhat fluff, slight angst with comfort, never proofread never what?!!, 1.3k ; ficlet

note — 2.1 broke me (the whole quest knocked at the door of my house, shook my hands, congratulated me, and invited itself into my home before pouring water on my face, slapping me, throwing me around, and left with the door open, all the while, my family watched). this is day 1 of writing for aventurine until i have him.

“you have a lot of moles.” his voice, despite a gentle whisper, tears through the silence of the night like a drop of water that ruptured and disturbed the surface of the pond. “especially here.” he gently taps on your skin; they seem like stars, he swallows the words back down.

you feel aventurine’s finger trace on the back of your neck and the curve of your shoulders, seemingly drawing—or connecting something. it was ticklish, the way he gently drags his hand and ghosts over your skin, a soft laugh slipping past your lips (you’ll capture his touch on your skin as if you were a sinner remembering how forgiveness tasted on your lips). there was something intimate that lingers in the air between you two as you lay in his bed with him, a fleeting moment that will be inked into your mind.

(the both of you leave your titles behind, mixed together with the scattered objects on the floor, laid on the cold ground to be picked up and worn later like a shiny medal even if you weren’t proud to have them.)

“they say it’s where your lover kissed you the most in your past life.” you stir in your position as you speak, coming to face him and meet his pretty jewel-like eyes—how alluring it was, painted with vivid colors yet it never shines. the sound of mirth laughter bubbles from his throat, a pleasant melody to your ears.

he asks, curiosity tracing the tone of his voice, “and from where did you even hear that?” and you shrug, bringing your form closer to him as you seek for more warmth, “i can’t recall. perhaps i heard it from topaz or maybe from one of the members of the ipc? they’re the only ones i often see and talk to.”

“the doctor?” he wraps his arm around your figure, his hand settling on the small of your back.

“that man will only scorn at that idea and call it stupid. he’ll most likely say that ‘only fools would believe such concepts.’” you mimic the way the esteemed doctor spoke, from the serious expression that he always don on his face to the deepening of his voice. your seemingly successful imitation earned a chuckle from the blonde-haired man before you.

“i’m sure he will.”

silence falls between you two and you took this time to adore each and every line of his being. a few strands of hair fall over his eyes—beautiful, captivating, mesmerizing, you could list out every word to describe his eyes but it would never be enough. you had always wondered why he would hide it until you witnessed the reason why he does so.

aventurine seems to study your expression at the same also, a soft look on his face as he did, and you can’t help but be curious. “what are you thinking about?” you ask him, breaking the silence that nurtured itself in the space between you and him.

you, he wishes to answer. how you look at this moment in his embrace: you were wearing one of his shirts, albeit, not exactly to your size but you insisted, saying that you liked it as it smelled like him. how gentle, loving, adoring, you were everything; he looks and thinks of you as if you were his everything (he doesn’t deserve you). but he doesn’t say it—the thought weighs too heavily on his mind, claws at his throat, and suffocates him—, instead he utters something entirely different that creates a shift in the air between you two.

“i don’t think i can do this.” he turns his head to look away from you, staring at the ceiling instead. it seems to extend itself far and far away from him.

the horrible part of being human is the tendency for destruction that lies in your bones. stained palms, calloused pads, despite the gentleness of your touch and the comfort of your caress. the desire to devour flesh and bones, to understand the underlying thoughts and meanings behind words and unexpressed feelings by consuming them. to submerge and drown in the depths of one's despair and desire (too close that the line blurs into one). the horrible part of being him was his tendency to destroy—hesitation and doubt lies in his being and aches at his chest, tugging on his heart’s strings, and settles on his throat—, it’s not like he doesn’t want to hold you, it’s just that he can’t.

“do what?”

“this.” you know exactly what he was referring to, know what he’s afraid of. he has laid himself bare and vulnerable in front of you countless of times that you have memorized the constellations that adorns his skin. you know him, you have known him enough to recognize the fear that tugs on his voice and see the walls that he tries to build up in front of you. you know him enough to know what thoughts are plaguing his mind.

“why do you think so?”

“don’t you think i’m too much to take care of?” he tries not to choke on his words and bite his tongue, careful not to let his voice crack lest he crumbles underneath your caress. i am undeserving of it. worthless. failure. selfish. discarded. coward. loser. nothing. you are bound to leave.

“not for me.” you caress his cheek and guide him to look at you—instead of the ceiling that seems to appear farther than it originally was in each passing second as the walls glean over him like a shadow—, to meet your gaze and see the sincerity that lurks deep within. “never will i get tired of you. so, let me carry your burden.”

he takes a few seconds to answer, uncertainty lingering in his tone: “it’s not yours to have.”

“it may not be.” you answer with no hesitation, “but it doesn’t mean that you must shoulder them alone.”

he opens his mouth to speak but unable to find the words to say, he closes them. there was a moment of stillness shared between you two. comfort, relief, assurance seeps into the ache of his bones and you say something too heavy even for this steady and silent night to hold, the words too much to be held—light spills in like a flood as if it was pouring out from the sun itself.

“i love you.”

“you utter such words as if it’s something easy for you.” as if loving him was just as simple as waking up in the morning and adoring the way the honey-light hugs your form as the dust settles in the corner of your room. when he’s stripped of everything and left with nothing, would you still love him the same? would you still kiss him as gently as you did? would you still hold the shards of his form even if it makes your hand bleed?

you spoke in a gentle yet firm croon, gaze unwavering, “because it is.”

you see the falter in his expression: his face, that once was crumpled, relaxed and so did his gaze soften. and you smile at him with only adoration in your eyes—like a devout follower to a divine being. “are you still afraid?”

“i don’t know.” he whispers.

“it’s alright. you have all the time in the world.” your hand weaves itself into his own, fingers lacing with one another, and you gently squeeze. it was a form of reassurance, a way of telling him that you’re here with him through all of it.

the warmth has settled in your being and you spill yourself into the cracks of his vulnerability. “i love you.” you say once more and you kiss the mark on his neck—lingering and soft as if you wish that it would take all his hurt away. the way he shudders underneath your touch, the hitch of his breath soon followed by a gentle sigh as he cradles you closer to him tells you everything that you wish to hear.

for once, he sleeps as if he had nothing to carry, nothing that shackles him to the stars that forsakes him.

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purple-plum-petals · 9 months ago

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Can I pretty please get some headcanons of mr chopped with a s/o that loves to grab him sudenly just to give him kisses?

⊱ Smothering Him in Kisses ⊰ || Mr. Chopped Headcanons

╭─━━━━━━━━━━━━─╮ Character(s): Mr. Chopped (Homicipher/文字化化) Reader Type: Human (Gender-Neutral Pronouns) Warning(s): Nothing! Genre: Headcanons, Fluff, Pre-Established Romantic Relationship Word Count: ~420 words Request: “Can I pretty please get some headcanons of mr chopped with a s/o that loves to grab him sudenly just to give him kisses?” Author’s Note: Yes, you may!! Thank you for sending in such an adorable request – Mr. Chopped is just too cute. I wish we had more moments with him in-game. 😭 This one is a little on the shorter side since only one character was requested, but I hope you enjoy it nevertheless!

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🗣️: Honestly, his reaction depends on his mood or when you decide to randomly smother him in kisses. If he was sleeping and you suddenly grabbed him to place kisses across his cheeks, he might get a bit pouty and scold you for scaring him out of a dead sleep. Don’t you know that’s rude?? However, if he’s fully conscious, he’ll take your kisses with either a bright smile or quietly sulk while he allows you to shower him in affection. He has mixed feelings about being manhandled unless he explicitly asks you to carry or hold him, so just ask for his consent before you decide to smother him in your love (you should ask for consent no matter what, folks)!

🗣️: He does love your kisses, though… He enjoys the feeling of your hands gently cradling his face, your thumbs brushing over the apples of his cheeks while your lips leave feather-light touches across his flesh. He knows he’s safe there with you, and that you’ll protect him from anything that wants to bring him harm. Honestly, he’s never slept better than when he’s with you, resting on your chest or lap or stomach, nuzzling into your body for more warmth and comfort.

🗣️: Mr. Chopped seems like the kind of person who would adore butterfly kisses. He finds the action endearing and will laugh softly when your lashes lightly brush against his skin. Another type of kiss besides your traditional cheek and/or lip kiss is nose kisses. His nose will scrunch up as you rub the tips together, and he finds it to be the most wonderful feeling in the world – that fluttering sensation he gets despite having no heart or stomach. My man just eats up any attention or affection that you’re willing to give (as long as you don’t catch him off-guard – he hates surprises).

🗣️: If you wear lipgloss or colored lipstick, Mr. Chopped gets really embarrassed since the marks of your lips are pretty much stuck on his face until either you or Mr. Silvair wipe them off of him (which neither of you will do unless he starts whining about it – you both find his reaction to be entertaining and/or cute). He prefers it when you wear lipstick more than lipgloss, though, since the gloss can be pretty sticky and somewhat uncomfortable on his skin. Mr. Chopped notices that, whenever he does have the mark of your lips on his face, he doesn’t get kidnapped nearly as frequently as he used to… did you know about this, or do you just do it to make him blush?

#🌸 . plum writes #homicipher #文字化化 #homicipher x reader #homicipher x you #mr chopped #mr chopped head #mr chopped x reader #homicipher imagines #homicipher headcanons #imagines #headcanons #fluff #x reader #reader insert

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theliving-radio · 2 months ago

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hey so how do you think Azul, Lilia, the tweels and Malleus would deal with getting very unique gifts that are symbolism from reader crush? (Like to the mer people in this list: reader gives them a cockle seashell which is basically a love confession and wishing for the person’s protection. Telling Lilia: they’re gonna hang up holly in their room, so he can visit whenever he feels like. Specific Bad fae aren’t welcome, but he is. Gets Malleus: a tiny gargoyle cuz it’s easy to carry around and it’s for protection from evil).

Ooooo! I love this idea! Just cute gifts that the reader gives them to show how much they like them! 100% agree with this. Totally on board with this!

Warnings: nothing so far! Gender neutral reader, not fully proof read,

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Azul Ashengrotto

For the past week, Azul felt like he was at his limit. He honestly thought another Overblot was going to take hold of him with how many incidents that kept occurring throughout the week.

It first started with Floyd messing up the lounge with one of his tantrums. That's fine, it's not the first time.

The second was when he ordered new decorations for the Lounge, and when they were finally delivered, he received the wrong set he purchased. Somehow, the company mixed the order with someone else’s. Now he’s stuck with hot pink decorations and a banner that says “Sweet 16”.

Fine! Totally fine! He can wait for the next package! They’ll be here in two days! It’s fine!

And then there’s you-

You are your helpful hand, carefree, and a sense of peace. Even with your chaotic friends, Azul found you to be endearing.

But lately he hasn’t seen you. And when he began to question your friends, they would avoid the topic of you. As if they were nervous to say anything to him.

Were you avoiding him? Why would you be avoiding him?? Sure he’s forced your friends into shady helpful contracts where they had to work for the lounge and not get any pay for it. And yeah, you were pissed, but that was water under the bridge now!

Right?

He still tries to rope you into contracts to try and benefit you (mostly him), but in reality it’s just to get you to be around him. He’s grown fond of you…

Sevens! He might even like you!

But you don’t need to know about that-

He had this huge plan of trying to make you fall head over heels for him! He wanted you to swoon over how well he does business and how he would make such a good partner for you.

But how is he suppose to enact that plan when he doesn’t even know where you are?!

At this point he had enough and started making his way over to Ramshackle. He wasn’t able to make it far since he saw you sprinting down the pathway.

“Azul!” You smiled and waved at him as you slowed down your pace. You looked… extremely happy to see him? But weren’t you avoiding him?

“Why, Prefect… hello-,” Azul stops when you shove something colorful in his face.

It took a few seconds for him to register what was being shoved in his face, and when he finally saw what it was he was in awe.

A Conch Shell.

“Ah, Prefect… you do know what you’re giving me right?” Azul was hopeful, but only a little bit. You came from another world, you probably didn’t know what a rare clam represented when given to an octo-mer.

And it’s a Cockle Shell! A giant one at that! Where did you even find this?!

“It’s a Cockle Seashell!… that’s how you pronounce it right? Cockle?”

“Yes… but do you understand what you are handing me?” Azul carefully takes it from your hands and inspects it, feeling the weight of it.

When the Octo-mer looks back over to you, he notices how shy you began acting. You were swaying from side to side while rubbing your arms. “I did some research on courting gifts for merfolk, specially Octo-mer. It said that conch shells mean love and happiness… unless I read is wrong… Oh my gosh did I just give you an offensive gift?!”

You were about to take the gift away from Azul in a state of panic, but instead he pulled away from you and held it close to his chest.

“No! No, it doesn’t mean anything offensive… it does mean love and protection-, but are you aware what you’re doing? Prefect you just handed me a courting gift!” Azul doesn’t know why he was raising his voice, but he wanted to make his point across. He needed to make sure you knew what you were saying through your gift.

“I wouldn’ be giving it to you in the first place if I didn’t have feelings for you, Azul. Honestly, you’re a smart student. You can figure it out,” you lightly teased him with a smile on your face.

At that point, the Housewarden felt like he was going to explode into a blushing mess.

So the whole reason why you went missing was because you went to the Deep Sea to look for a conch shells just for him. And this whole time he thought you were trying to avoid him, but really…

You did this for him and Azul felt like now was also a good time to confess his feelings.

He clears his throat and strengthens his back, standing up straight and puts his charm on.

“I thank you very much Prefect, I shall happily accept this gift… and your feelings.

Azul felt his heart nearly skip a beat when he saw your face break into a wide smile.

“So-… does this mean you feel the same? Like truly?”

“That’s what it means when I accept, yes.”

The Octo-mer watches as you fist pump the hair in excitement. He couldn’t help but smile.

If Azul had to go through every stressful mishap that’s happened this week to get to this point, he would happily do it all over again.

Jade Leech

Jade found it amusing when students feared him. To watch them squirm under his gaze and to see what they would do. It was his own form of entertainment. He’s aware that some students aren’t aware of the things he could do and that allows them to let their guard down, and that’s when he fully strikes.

The group he always enjoys torturing is the freshmen, mainly those Heartslabyul freshmen and their furry little land friend, Grim. It was always a nice source of entertainment.

Like right now. The eel was happy to watch them squirm and spew out apologies when they bumped into him in the hallway, almost making him drop a very important mushroom species he wanted to cultivate. Jade only gives them a kind smile and told them to make sure they watch where they were going.

“We don’t want anyone getting hurt after all, right?”

Watching them quickly agree and run off to you just on the other side of the hall was the cherry on top.

Though the downside to it is that he couldn’t do the same thing to you. Usually, you would just stare up at him with an unimpressed expression and ask him if there was anything else he needed, then promptly ignore him when he tries to make his say in something.

You piqued his interest, and from there, he has always kept an eye on you.

Over time, from just observing you, he’s begun to like your headstrong nature. You didn’t back down when your friends were in danger, standing up for them. And then there’s your gentle side, something he didn’t know he would find alluring when it came to you.

He thought that, as a predator, it made you weak. But seeing it from you, he couldn't help but swoon just a little.

He forced took you on a hike with him so he could get some mushroom samples in the nearby forest by the school. Just before he stole you, you happened to bump into him as you were walking out of class, and so he thought it was a perfect opportunity to get you to pay him back for wrinkling his uniform.

It wasn’t a tough hike, something you can manage, but when he didn’t hear anything from you for a while, he noticed you were gone. Jade had to look for you, and eventually he did. He watched as you were admiring a certain fungus he wanted to collect.

Jade will deny it, but from just watching you admire something he enjoys made his heart skip a beat.

Though lately he couldn’t seem to find you. Even your friends weren’t helping him to pin point your location.

Were you avoiding him? He hopes not, he would have to hunt you down if that was the case.

Thankfully that wasn’t the case as he found you after week of silence. You were sitting at one of the booths in the lounge, holding what looked to be… oh? Is that a terrarium?

“Prefect, it’s been awhile.”

You look up to see Jade and flash him a bright smile. The mer-eel falters a bit, thinking that you would have tried to find a way to escape him with an excuse, but instead you looked happy to see him. Based on your reaction, Jade concluded that you weren’t truly avoiding him. Perhaps you were busy? Yes, that has to be the reason. He really hopes that’s the reason.

“Yeah sorry about that… was actually making this for you!” You turned the terrarium around so Jade to get a better view inside.

He carefully lifts up the terrarium and begins to inspect it. This had to have been your first time creating something like this. As beautiful as it was, Jade spotted a few areas where you made small mistakes.

The mer-eel could not help but smile, a true smile, as he inspected every little detail you placed into your creation. But then he paused when he saw something he wasn’t expecting to see…

A pink colored pearl, hidden right between some moss and a rock you placed in together.

“Prefect… is that what I think it is?”

“Ha ha, so you see it right?” You laugh nervously and fiddle with your fingers.

Jade turns to face you, eyes wide as he takes in your appearance. You were obviously avoiding looking at him, your cheeks dusted with a small blush which only grew darker when you felt him staring at you.

Oh how adorable you were.

Jade gives you a toothy smile as he sets the terrarium down in order to sit across from you. “If I’m correct… this is a courting gift to me?” He knew it was, but he wanted to hear it from you.

Who knew to make you squirm was to just question you about your feelings for him. How delightful to know.

“Yes… I wanted to confess to you, but then I was reading about merfolk courtship, and from there I started to look into Moray Eel Merfolk courting and- well… I know you really enjoy making terrariums and I thought making you one with an pearl inside would be… a good gift?” You sounded unsure of yourself, but when you finally looked at Jade, he had the most softest expression you’ve ever seen him show.

“It’s a good gift. A wonderful gift, and I will surely treasure it,” Jade reaches his hand out from across the table and takes ahold of your own, pulling it forward to place a kiss on it.

Now he needed to visit his own home to prepare a courting gift for you.

Floyd Leech

Screw practice! Screw Schoolwork! Screw the lounge!

It’s been a week and a half, and for some reason Floyd has been getting irritated more than usual. It started out as just being annoyed, then it turned to straight agitation where everyone and everything was a trigger for the mer-eel.

Floyd has even broken multiple things in the lounge, causing Azul a great headache and a large dent into the lounges expenses.

He didn’t even know why he broke all the stuff in the first place! But he wasn’t going to stop either!

Right as soon as classes ended, Floyd made his way to his room and threw his school bag across the room nearly missing Jade as he was carefully placing moss into a glass bowl with some tweezer. Jade didn’t flinch or comment on Floyd’s antics, he was used to it after all. But for some reason this destructive behavior was going on longer than some would allow.

So Jade finally stepped up and said something that caused Floyd to think:

“Is it because of the Prefect?”

At the time, Floyd was ripping apart his side of the room. Pillows were thrown, homework he didn’t even touch was shredded, and when Jade mentioned you he suddenly paused from getting ready to shatter a glass jar that Jade was going to use for one of his terrariums.

Floyd was deep in thought. When was the last time he saw his Shrimpy?

He let out a loud gasp, eyes wide with realization.

A week and a half ago! His shrimpy has been missing for a week and a half!

Jade took the unoccupied terrarium from Floyd and hummed with a smile, knowing well that he hit the nail on the head.

It’s true that nobody has seen you for more than a week, and Floyd started to get annoyed around that time frame. It couldn’t have been a coincidence for that to have happen! The fact that Jade was the one to point it out bothered him just a bit. Why did it take this long to notice your absence? Where were you anyway?

You better not be hiding from him! He’s gonna squeeze you if you are!

With the thought of you in mind, Floyd was now on a hunt.

He was on his way over to Ramshackle, but he didn’t make it out of the mirror chamber. Instead he ran into you.

A small “oof” left your lips as you stare up at the tall mer-eel who stared down at you with wide eyes. Oh! Floyd! I was just going to go find you-,” you were cutoff when Floyd picks you up and squeezes you, literally crushing you in his tight grip.

“Nee~ Shrimpy went missing for such a loooooong time! Were they hiding from me?” The look that Floyd gave you would have been scary and intimidating for anyone else, but you knew you weren’t going to be harmed for what you were about to give Floyd.

“Of course not! I went to go somewhere so I can make you something!”

Floyd loosened his grip just a bit from hearing that you got something for him. The mer-eel places you down carefully, contradicting from the rough squeeze session he just gave you. He started to get a bit giddy, like a child, as he watched you dig through your pocket before pulling out a a single dangling earring made with sea glass, but that wasn’t what caught his attention, no.

It was the single shark tooth that dangled at the bottom of the piece of jewelry.

You handed him the earring in the palm of your hand, but Floyd didn’t automatically grab it, he was just staring at it with a blank expression. He didn’t make any movement towards it and you were starting to suspect you did something fully wrong… or that he was rejecting the courting gift you made for him.

So you began to ramble.

“Um… I was talking to Jade and told him that I like you… he said that I should court you with a shark tooth. It was troubling… but that’s ok! I asked around where I could get one and-,” Floyd didn’t want to hear the rest from you, instead he pulled you back into his arms and hugs you tightly.

Not enough to crush you though, he didn’t wanna hurt his shrimpy!

“You could have just tell me! I know humans don’t court like mer-eels do, but still! Shrimpy was gone for so long!”

“Oh, I’m sorry Floyd… I can take this back-,”

“NO! This is mine now!” Floyd puts you down once again and takes off his single earring, replacing it with the one you carefully crafted just for him.

From then on, Floyd wore it with pride, showing off the earring to anyone that was in a 12 foot radius and boasting about how HIS Shrimpy made it just for him!

But now, anytime when Floyd hasn’t seen you for over a day, he goes on a hunt to find you. His little Shrimpy shouldn’t be hiding from him.

Lilia Vanrouge

The retired general enjoys cooking. He loves cooking! But he can’t understand why nobody wanted to try out his cooking! He made such a colorful dish!

Look! It even shifts from green to purple!

Lilia found it very strange that he couldn’t find his three favorite adopted children to try out his new creation. (If only he looked up, he would find Malleus, Sebek, and Silver all huddled in a corner on the ceiling.) They were growing boys! They needed to eat!

But when he thought about eating, a certain person, or Prefect, appeared in his mind. The Ramshackle Prefect is such a sweet human, sharing recipes with Lilia and the like… and they even try his cooking!

So all together Lilia forgot about the poor three souls that were hiding from him and went straight over to Ramshackle.

The old fae hummed a tune long forgotten as he floated over to your housing, happily carrying the Tupperware he wishes to share with you.

He appeared at your front door and knocked on it, before ringing the doorbell.

Were you cooking something too? Something smelled incredibly good!

Lilia inhaled through his nose, realizing that the scent was coming from outside… and above him? He looks up to see some thyme wrapped in string dangling from the door frame.

Oh you clever beastie! Fae enjoyed the smell of thyme, it’s a favorite of theirs. You must have done your research! But as Lilia looks closer to it, he notices another plant mixed with the thyme.

Foxglove.

Just as he was about to float up to get a better look, the front door opens to reveal you in your lounge wear. You were surprised to see Lilia at your front door, and embarrassed that he noticed the thyme and foxglove.

A week ago, you did some research on certain courting gifts to give to fae and wanted to gift one to the retired general. But you went against the idea, thinking it was too much, too big of a leap. So you began to research on the things fae like, even going as far as to ask Malleus.

Malleus found amusement in the fact that you had a crush on the old coot, he had to tease you about it before giving you advice on what to do. Silver found out about it too and so the two tag teamed on teasing you and judging your taste on falling for Lilia.

At least they weren’t singing the “kissing in a tree” song.

But you guess the small ordainment worked, because you weren’t expecting to see a blush upon Lilia face when he saw you. But he tried to play it cool around you, acting like it didn’t affect him.

But you knew better.

“So you just want any fae to visit you?” Lilia questions with a playful smirk on his face.

“Only the ones I want are allowed to come inside. Hence names I listed on the doorframe.”

Lilia snaps his head in the direction to where you were pointing. And indeed there were names carved into the frame. Malleus, Sebek, and his name were there.

You opened the door wider for him and smile. “Well? Is the fae going to enter?”

Lilia couldn’t help the wide smile appear on his face as he floats through the front door, crossing the threshold.

And he hopes that maybe along the way he can cross over from friend to something more.

Malleus Draconia

His Child of Man has been showing up later and later with each passing day for their nightly stroll. At first it didn’t bother Malleus, thinking that you were finishing school work and lost track of time. But when it kept happening he began to think that maybe you were either forgetting about him, or that you were trying to blow him off but started to feel guilty and went to hang out with him either way.

Whichever way it was, he didn’t like being away from his Child of Man for long. Your nightly strolls are the only time he’s able to see you and be with you after all. Very rarely does he see you in any of his classes, and both of you don’t see each other in the hallways either as your classes are far away from each other.

Lilia would encourage to sit with you during lunch, but he always had a feeling he would be intruding with you hanging out with your first year friends. (He also doesn’t want to distract Sebek away from his friends, the boy finally has friends!)

So the nightly strolls were just for you and him, where both of you could talk to each other for hours. It was a ritual in a way to spend time alone together, something he always looked forward to.

So now, you coming late each time, and him seeing you less and less bothers him a bit.

That’s a lie… it bothers him A LOT.

He wants his child of man! He misses his dear friend!

Malleus recalls telling Lilia about how he felt over seeing you less and less and the old fae had the gall to tease him. TEASE HIM!

It wasn’t until Lilia said something that made Malleus think much deeper on his and your relationship: “You miss them dearly, more than usual… have you perhaps grown deeper feelings for them?”

The realization hit him like green lighting striking him.

So now he waits outside by one of the pathways you both stroll through. He was going to confess to you his new found feelings for you, and this time he was willing to wait patiently since it would give him time to fully think about what to say. But he didn’t need to wait as long this time.

Malleus perked up as he heard the sound of footsteps approaching. As he turned his head in the direction of the sound he felt his breath hitch at the sight.

You were currently in your pajamas with a wide smile on your face. What Malleus noticed was the thing you were holding in both arms-

Was that a Gargoyle?

You stop short in front of Malleus, panting and trying to catch your breath as you gift the small gargoyle sculpture in your arms. “Hi Horton!” Malleus stared down at you in bewilderment. He couldn’t help but reach to tuck some hair behind your ear, but pauses when he sees what he did and pulls back.

"I apologize," Malleus begins to say as he pulls away. You couldn't help but giggle, which caused the dragon fae to blush.

"It's ok, I... don't mind really."

Malleus smiles down at you, causing you to blush furiously before shoving the gargoyle at him. "Th-this is for you!"

Malleus looks at the gift in shock. Was it really for him? He carefully took it from you and lifted the gargole sculpture to a better angle to look at.

It was... wonky. It wasn't grotesque looking, instead, it looked silly. Comically even. But he can see the dedication and determination crafted into the piece of clay. It kinda reminded him of you in a way. A silly human, who just so happened to capture his heart.

"I um... I wanted to give this to you... as a courting gift?" You sounded unsure of yourself, but you pressed on. "I was talking to Lilia about fae courting rituals and, well... I wanted to gift you a rock, one that you might like!"

At that, Malleus turns to look at you, his own face heating up.

"I thought, 'He likes gargoyles, so let's make him a gargoyle out of a small stone!' That... was not an easy task," you say as you pull out a small object from your pocket and present it to the fae.

Malleus was stunned. In your hand lay a small, misshapen stone. Or that's what he would have thought, but no, it was a small stone that looked like it was drilled and carved into.

You made this, you made him a courting gift. You tried crafting a mini gargoyle with your bare hands to court him.

Malleus didn't say anything... and his silence was starting to worry you a bit. You opened your mouth to speak, but he beat you to it.

"Is the reason why you've been late to our walks because you were crafting these?"

A blush starts to adorn your face as you shyly nod to him. Unsure what else to say. Thankfully, you didn't have to say anything as Malleus happily takes the smaller gift from you and brings it to his lips, gently kissing it.

"I accept your courting gift, child of man."

Malleus used his magic to transport the gifts to his room, where they would be properly appreciated at a later date. For now, Malleus wishes to appreciate the beauty that is his child of man.

His love.

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Hello! Hai! :D

I also did some research on some of the items in hopes to be more accurate. I actually learned that holly wards off all faeries, like iron, so I think Lilia wouldn’t be able visit if holly was around. Hope that’s ok!

Seashells I had such a hard time looking into because I wanted it to be different for all our fish boys! Floyd is an exception because I feel like he wouldn’t like a boring shells. How did reader get a shark tooth? We shall never know. :3

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