#fembodied reader

[robinvomit]

[ bad decisions. ]

god forbid you look good, it was the biggest mistake you could have made. not just good - good like standing in front of the mirror for thirty minutes contemplating marrying yourself. the kind that made you hope someone regretted even standing next to you. all you wanted was a good night, but that was always too much to ask for.

two drinks down and leaning against bar, you were already wondering who's life you'd want to ruin. just one night of being normal, of relaxing, maybe making a bad decision or two. right when you decided to straighten your shoulders and head into that plan, it hit - that sickening feeling. that bad vibe that kind of felt like impending doom.

everything in you was screaming not to turn around. just finish your drink and leave. get yourself together, be smart and go home. did you listen? not at all. you turned and regret immediately flooded you.

your ex. too tall, too blond, too close to where you were existing.

you'd never seen a more sickeningly smug person before in your life and that was saying something considering the company you - often begrudgingly - kept. he hadn't noticed you and as much as you wanted to pray they wouldn't, that's not how your life worked.

"oh, fuck me sideways…" you sigh, bringing a hand up to pinch the bridge of your nose. it didn't end there, though, because as if summoned as some cosmic joke, you feel someone step beside you.

you don't have to look to see who it is. you can feel it. the overwhelming confidence, the solid, broad build, and you can feel the shift of him leaning back against the bar like he couldn't manage to find any other place to stand. the smell of aftershave follows quickly and you're ready for the floor to open up and swallow you whole.

"thought you'd never ask, sweetheart."

you let out something of a strangled laugh and a choke, wanting nothing more than to say something a lot worse but you stop yourself.

guy gardner.

in the flesh, too close to your personal space, and calm as can be. he's not even looking your way, just over the room. he's in full uniform, smirk included, and radiating something you can only call insufferable.

"god, i wasn't-' you began, another deep sigh ready to follow when you're cut off.

"sure you were," he says, finally looking over to you and you're pretty positive you're looking back at the devil himself. "dressed like that, sighing like that, then drop such a blatant invitation? c'mon- what kind of man would i be if i didn't step in?"

"a good one," you answered, finishing the rest of your drink in one go. "a very, very good one. that gives me peace. doesn't make my life even worse than it seems to already be going."

for some reason, even after answering, you still aren't moving. you're entertaining his presence, even more so when your ex decides to finally look over. you shift under the attention and turn to face the bar, debating on something strong that might aid in forgetting ever leaving your house.

guy leans just a little closer, to the point if he tilted his head just right, you're sure you'd feel his breath against your shoulder. you contemplate running.

"that's the one then?"

the question makes you groan and you don't even have to turn around to know he's looking at the right person. it wouldn't take a rocket science to figure that one out.

"yeah," he drawls, "thought so. seems like your type."

he ignores the glare you send over your shoulder. "listen- he didn't seem like such an insufferable asshole when we met, okay? it.. started out fine," you grumble, clenching your jaw a few times. "i can feel that you're about to make me wish i just went and talked to him."

turning back around, you cross your arms, watching the fact your ex has paused and is just staring at this point.

"i could be a gentleman here," guy says, "walk away, let you deal with your problem alone." he shifts, head tipping like he's sharing something only you're meant to hear. "or, i could ruin his night. wrap an arm around you, kiss your cheek, parade you around. up to you, baby."

the offer doesn't exactly surprise you but the fact you're thinking about it does. did you really want to be "paraded around" by someone you spent most of your time wanting to smother? was that really the best option?

"..are you being serious?" you ask, glancing to him with a raised brow.

"deadly."

the word echoes in your head for a minute and you take a deep breath, especially seeing the fact your ex has started his trek back towards you once more. "what's the worst that can happen.. don't make me regret this, please."

"me? never." he grins like he's just been presented some grant award and you don't even have a chance to respond before he's straightening, an arm sliding around your waist to pull you closer.

your lips part to make a comment but the words are swallowed when he leans in, lips just brushing the shell of your ear and sending a shudder through you.

"hope you know you're the hottest thing in this room," he says, followed by a linger kiss to your cheek. one that manages to actually make you blush.

"this might actually be how i die," you mumble under your breath and don't even realize how you're actually sinking against his side. "you're ridiculous."

tilting your head to look at him, you clear your throat upon realizing just how close you are and the fact he never looked back out at the room, his gaze fully on you like you hung the stars for him.

you look away for the sake of your own sanity to lock eyes with your ex. you didn't expect to see him hesitating - uncomfortable? you expected something else. maybe a smirk or an eye roll; maybe even a snarky comment to ruin your night even further. "can't tell if he's looking at you or me at this point," you comment offhandedly, fingers tapping against your own arm.

he pauses a few feet away and you can see that his gaze has shift from you to guy. not his ring, not his uniform but the way he hasn't looked away from you since you agreed to his little plan. the way he's clearly not just doing this as a favor, the way his hand stays warm at your waist and his thumb moves absentmindedly like he has every right to touch you.

well, until your ex is close enough to open his mouth and suddenly guy is capable of looking away, briefly, just long enough to say "no".

it's so casual, like there's no effort behind it and it causes something to twist in your gut, watching the way your ex freezes, as if the single word takes a second to process. "…right," he mutters, taking a step back. "enjoy your night."

you blink, looking between them before just exhaling as he walks away, sinking just a bit more into guy's side. "could've at least let me say something, y'know."

"could've," he parrots, but doesn't sound sorry at all. "you looked like you needed backup. but, the last thing you said about him is why i'm standing here."

you glance up at him, suspicious. "so this wasn't just a favor?"

he snorts. "sweetheart, if you think i came over here just to help, you're not nearly as smart as i've been telling everyone."

your stomach flips; you hate that it flips. or maybe you don't but you do die a little on the inside.

he finally shifts, stepping back just enough to take a look at you; head to toe, eyes lingering without a lick of shame. then, in that low, smug tone that makes you want to hit him or kiss him or both: "...you really do look good."

"you planning to tell me that all night?" you ask, suddenly unsure if you can hold eye contact for another second of the night.

he leans in a little, the hand on your waist tightening slightly, getting even quieter; "only if you plan to keep looking at me like you want me to."

rolling your eyes, you shove him lightly with a huff, just enough to remind yourself this wasn't a real thing - it was a game to get someone away from you. what you aren't expecting if for him to catch your hands, eyeing you for a moment. you don't acknowledge the way it ruins a part of you.

"c'mon," he says. "this place is hell. let's go."

"yeah.. alright."

you're not sure where you're being lead or why you agreed, but you follow him through the double glass doors like you've lost your mind. you start to ask where he's taking you when you finally notice the terrible music fading but your back is being pressed into the wall of a small alcove in the hotels hallway.

before you can ask what he's doing, his hand is on your cheek, rough and warm, shifting to tip your chin up. "you sure?" he asks, eyebrow lifting the slightest bit.

it's almost humorous but you don't answer, not verbally, you just pull him into a kiss, not wanting to entertain the space between you any longer. the kiss is everything you had been trying to avoid and finding relief in the wrong decision you were trying not to make doesn't help. he presses into it without hesitation like he's been waiting for this moment since the moment he met you. he's gripping your waist again with one hand, the other shifting to tangle in your hair.

you've got one hand on the back of his neck and one on his upper arm when the kiss finally breaks, both of you breathless and not straying too far, noses still brushing.

"fuck..," you whisper, "you're.. real. here- fuck, i-"

"always have been," he mumbles, clearly amused. "you've just been too busy hating me to do anything about it."

torn between the urge to laugh and the urge to smack him, you just tip your head to kiss him again. slower this time and he goes along, hold still firm on your body, something that feels far too much like a claim but you can't find it in yourself to complain. it's only when the one at your waist begins to slip lower do you find your voice but definitely not for words.

his touch slips beneath the hem of your dress and just drags higher, gradually bunching the material and revealing a lot more skin than necessary for a simple make out session in a hallway. but, it's guy, and you didn't expect it to end so easily. his hand stops at your hip, dress bunched nearly to your waist and the kiss breaks, not quickly, just a gradual drag of his lips from yours, over your jaw.

he pulls back briefly, hand shifting so his fingertips can slip beneath the waistband of your panties, not fair, just enough to remind you where they are. "you keep looking at me like that," he breathes, "and i'm gonna forget this is a four star hotel."

you're back to barely being able to form words when he leans in again, open mouthed kisses pressing into the side of your neck and you're painfully aware of what's coming next, hands heavy on his shoulders when he sinks down your frame to his knees, the sight alone causing your breath to catch.

he doesn't take his time, you're not sure he's even capable of that. he's already pulling your thigh up to rest over his shoulder by the time you manage a "w-wait, we-" as a pathetic attempt at reminding him where you are. a stupid thought, you remind yourself, considering he's aware and it's definitely on purpose.

"we're gonna get ca-- oh, shit!" you can't help how loud it comes out, not when his tongue is suddenly pressing against your clit, panties pulled to the side. all thoughts are pretty much null and void as he moves, lapping at your slick cunt like a man starved.

his free hand slides up to guide your hips into a slight arc, your upper back turning into your main support as one hand moves to grip his hair. your leg shifts to press your heel into his back, dragging him closer as you try to swallow the sinful sounds threatening to echo through the hall. he easily obliges to your silent plea, pressing closer and keeping himself buried against you.

he doesn't let up; long, flat tongued strokes, letting the taste of you saturate his senses before settling to focus on your clit. circling, sucking, slowing down when you start to tremble just so he can hear you whine. you've melted into a weak prayer of his name and sharp *fucks* by the time his hand comes back around, your hips flinching like you're town between pressing into his tongue and trying desperately to get away from the overwhelming pleasure.

only when two fingers prod gently before pressing into you are you truly trying to arch your hips back, gasping and automatically clenching around them. the why he groans into you at the feeling has you using every bit of strength not to melt into his touch, head back against the wall, eyes squeezing shut as you shift to press towards him once again, chasing the sensation that's building your abdomen, the one that has heat licking up your hips and your thighs trembling.

your bottom lip is raw and your grip is no longer steady, all ability to think past the way he's treating you like a gourmet meal is impossible. you're close to sobbing by the time your orgasm crests, unable to help the cry that sounds, automatically attempting to jerk away from him as he works you through it.

"s-shit-- s'too much-" you try to get out, the words slurred around trying to catch your breath, practically vibrating in his hold. only when you're loosening your hold and slumping against the wall does he finally ease his fingers out and gradually pull back. not far, no, just enough to let his head rest against the thigh over his shoulder.

"..i was right.. this is how i die.." you mumble, fingers uncurled but hand still resting atop his head, still shuddering here and there as your body holds the buzz of what just happened.

he watches for a minute before nudging his nose against your thigh. "you should see yourself right now," he grins, tone holding something along the lines of awe, "can't believe you waited this long for me to ruin you."

[reverence-incarnate]

[ .altar of a goddess — 18+ — sylus, xavier — fembodied reader — beta'd. ]

the sheets are cool when your back touches them but you aren't. not with sylus pressed against your side, his hand cradling your face like it's something he sculpted himself; something he adores above all else. not with xavier between your legs, mouth hovering close. close enough that each breath washes over you and draw out a tiny whimper; enough to breathe you in but not to touch. not yet.

"shh," sylus whispers, brushing his thumb along your cheekbone. "patience. let us take our time with you."

xavier's hands are on your thighs, grounding you in the moment. his palms are warm, his touch reverent as always but there's tension in him, coiled tight and on the edge of snapping. you feel it in the way his fingers flex against your skin, press in then release. like it's taking everything in him not to bite, not to claim.

"i've been good," xavier mumbles, like he wants to argue about it but he won't. "i waited. i waited."

you don't even have time to answer before sylus leans down, lips slotting against your own in a kiss that steals your breath and makes your bones ache. his kiss isn't desperate, it's deliberate. tongue gliding softly, coaxing, while his hand trails lower, fingertips skimming the line of your throat, your chest, down the soft curve of your belly.

you gasp, barely, when his fingers brush just barely where you want them to.

"you're warm," he whispers, like a discovery that he's going to take you apart with. "so warm."

xavier's mouth finally moves closer, his lips barely ghosting against the warmth of your pussy, almost like he's waiting for permission. permission that's granted when sylus glances down to him, barely raising a brow.

you moan, sharp and startled, when his tongue touches you. one slow stroke, flat, from entrance to clit, tasting everything. he pauses and groans against you like he needed that; like he's been starving for you.

"you don't know what you do to us," xavier mutters into your heat, dragging another long lick through your folds, collecting slick like it's his own treat - a reward for being patient. "you're soaked for us, baby. gods, you're so.. fuck, you're perfect."

sylus's fingers ease lower, fingers spreading you open as xavier devours you with unhurried worship, his tongue not missing single millimeter. every touch is coordinated; sylus kissing you, fingers occasionally pausing from spreading you to slide through your pussy before settling again. xavier tasting you like you're mana, one hand flat to the inside of your thigh, holding you open.

you whimper into sylus's mouth when xavier presses his tongue into you. his moans vibrate through you as his tongue moves, slicking into velvet heat.

"shh, shh," sylus coos. "it's alright. let go. you're safe. let us feel you come."

xavier's tongue becomes hungrier at the words, eager to feel you clench and soak his mouth. and when your hips twitch, when your breath stutters and your walls clench, coming around his tongue - sylus smiles against your lips.

"there she is," he breathes, and he keeps kissing you through it, hand moving to settle low on your belly as xavier works you through the wave, his mouth greedy, desperate, devoted. worshipping you like a heathen at his goddesses altar.

they don't stop.

not even when you tremble. even when your thighs threaten to close and you whimper their names like a prayer.

because tonight isn't about taking. it's about devouring you. worshipping you. praising you with swollen, come soaked lips and sticky fingers.

[bruhstories]

in heat

summary: zeke works from home. pairing: zeke x fembodied!reader warnings & content: reader is tied up, bdsm dynamics if you squint, vaginal fingering, unprotected p in v (don't be silly wrap your willy), dirty talking, terms of endearment (love, sweetheart, honey) w/c: 1.3k

a/n: just a quickie with zeke, nothing more, nothing less. unedited as per usual

"You need to keep that filthy mouth of yours quiet, yeah?" Zeke picked up his phone and answered the call. "Oh, Mr. Magath, to what do I owe the pleasure?'

He spoke so casually, as if you didn't have your hands tied up behind your back, drooling over the ballgag in your mouth and Zeke's fingers deep in your cunt. After all, it was just a typical work from home day for him.

"The meeting went well. No, Galliard behaved, surprisingly." Zeke shrugged, although his boss couldn't see him. He dragged his thumb lazily up and down your clit, and you closed your eyes, bucking your hips against his hand.

This has been ongoing for the past twenty, twenty-five minutes. You weren’t exactly sure. It felt like more than that. All you wanted was for him to fuck you relentlessly, but Zeke enjoyed taking his time with you. It wasn't for your pleasure, but for his. He needed to see you wriggle and writhe under his touch, to know how much control he had over your body, to hear you beg for his cock.

Your body violently twitched on his desk when he practically ripped a growl from your throat with his skilled fingers. With wide eyes, you watched him frown, eyes fixed on yours.

"Mr. Magath, if you'll excuse me just a minute..." Zeke muted his phone. "What did I tell you? Well?" He asked, knowing full well that you couldn't reply back.

Instead, you tried to squeeze your thighs together in a futile attempt to stop him. He was on the phone with his boss, for fuck's sake. But Zeke paid Magath no mind, using his elbow to keep your legs spread open.

"Sorry, chief. Everything's fine, it's just my dog." He spoke, and you whined when he removed his fingers from your cunt, opting to let your blood boil. "She's been acting strange, lately. Think she might be in heat."

Zeke's words were cruel, but all they did was turn you on more. It was incredible how this man could admire and love you so much, yet he could also degrade you like you were dirt on his shoes. He knew exactly what buttons to push to switch you from respectable and clever to needy and hungry for his cock.

Your blood indeed boiled in your veins, because you were unable to get the much-desired friction that you ached for. Oh, and Zeke loved it. He loved watching your eyes fill to the brim with tears and your hips roll on his desk wanting more. He eventually indulged you, pinching one of your sensitive nipples before dragging his fingers down your abdomen.

"The reports are done, I have emailed them to Mr. Smith already." Zeke nonchalantly chatted with Magath while his index and middle finger brushed up and down your slit.

You were soaked, absolutely dying to feel him inside of you, but you knew he wouldn't give it to you just yet. When his fingers finally pushed past your slick folds, you arched your back and moaned, and Zeke's lips twitched in anger.

"I'm afraid I need to take the dog out, Mr. Magath. I'll let the files upload while I do that." He curled his fingers and you wanted to scream, tell him to hurry up and fuck you, but the damned ballgag stopped you from saying anything. Instead, all that came out of you was a series of guttural growls that echoed in Zeke's study.

"Oh, she's getting impatient. Have a nice day, chief." He hung up and tossed the phone on the sofa next to his desk.

Your eyes were filled with both tears of pleasure, and terror, because you knew how mean Zeke could be when you disobeyed him. He used his free hand to pull the ballgag out of your mouth and untie your arms, and a string of apologies spilled from your lips.

"Are you really that desperate for my cock that you couldn't wait five minutes?" His voice was low and threatening, and you shook your head.

"Sorry, 'm sorry-"

"Sorry isn't gonna help you, love." Zeke picked up the pace, thrusting his fingers deeper into your aching cunt, his other hand unbuckling his belt.

"Please fuck me, please, please!" You cried out, feeling your climax bubbling inside of you.

"Oh, I'll fuck you, alright. But first, you're gonna have to fuck yourself with my fingers. You need to earn my cock, sweetheart." He palmed the bulge in his trousers, a groan escaping his lips when he felt you clench around his fingers.

Shamelessly, you pushed your hips against his hand, trying your best to do as you were told. It would've helped ti have your hands untied so you could prop yourself against them, but nonetheless, you managed to come on his fingers, body shuddering from the ecstasy.

"Atta girl." Zeke removed his fingers from your sloppy cunt, giving your thigh a firm slap. "You did well." He said, unzipping his trousers.

"Wait, I can't-"

"You can, and you will." Zeke pulled his cock out, and your eyes darted to it, instinctively licking your lips when you saw it. "Weren’t you the one so desperate for me to fuck you?"

You said nothing, because he was right, so you spread your legs wider, earning a 'good girl' from him. Zeke dragged his cock up and down your slit, coating it in your slick before pushing it in. Even after so much time, you couldn't get used to the size of it, and you whimpered when he bottomed out.

"Fuck, you're so tight." He growled, eyes rolling back as you took him so well. Wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his back, you braced yourself for the feral thrusts, and Zeke delivered. He needed you just as much as you needed him, and he didn't hold back, fucking you with aggression and passion.

"Oh, God! Feels good, so-oh good!" You buried your face in the crook of his neck, taking in his scent. You hated the smell of cigarettes, but whenever you felt it on Zeke, you just couldn't help but be aroused.

"Yeah, you like that, don't you? Filthy little slut." His cock brushed over your cervix, buried so deep inside of you that your abdomen hurt.

It was painfully good, and you wouldn't have it any other way. You loved the dynamic you had, and you loved him. It was the perfect balance of love and hate.

"Zeke!" You cried out, feeling yourself close again. "Shit, I'm gonna cum!"

"Again? Aren't you desperate today?" He mocked you. "How pathetic."

"'m pathetic-" You choked on your words, mumbling incoherent sentences while he fucked you deeper and harder. "Gonna cum!"

"Go on, cum on my cock. Show me how much you love me."

"Love you, I love you, I lo-oh! Oh, fuck!" Your dignity left your body when you trembled in Zeke's arms, limbs quivering and your mind cloudy. You were certain you were going to faint from exhaustion.

Zeke slowly pulled out of you, cock still hard. But he wasn't about to fuck you to death, although he was sure you wanted that.

"Let's clean you up." He said and you shook your head.

"Need to... help you finish." You mumbled in your dazed state, but Zeke didn't listen.

"Honey, you're tired. You've already done so much today." He helped you down from his desk and untied your hands.

"What about you?"

"I've got hands, don't I?" Zeke chuckled, dragging you to the bathroom. "Come, I'll order us some food for dinner."

"Sushi?" You yawned, turning the tap on.

"Sushi." He checked the temperature to make sure you wouldn't faint in the shower.

"You know, if anyone saw how we have sex they'd think you're one of those shitty alpha male influencers." You laughed, getting in the shower.

"It's not my fault I've got a freaky girlfriend." He rolled his eyes. "Oh, speaking of." Zeke stripped and got in the shower with you, because the internet was so bad, he knew those files haven't uploaded yet. "Will you marry me? The ring's in my study, I got carried away-"

"Yes. Fuck yes."

[z0mbi3girl444]

WILLIAM AFTON X READER NON CON VIII

You get stuck in an elevator with a strange man. It turns into your biggest nightmare

THIS STORY INCLUDES RAP3/NONCON. NSFW 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT I WILL BLOCK YOU.

You hate the mall. The crowds, the noise, the harsh, artificial lighting—it’s all too much. But you’ll go anywhere with your friends, even if it means enduring the headache-inducing hum of too many voices, the screech of kids, and the awful, overplayed pop music buzzing through the speakers.

It’s not your cup of tea.

But you go anyway.

And today, just like always, you find yourself trailing behind your friends, letting them pull you into store after store, pretending to enjoy it. But when you step into a particularly packed shop, the walls feel too close, the air too thick, and suddenly, your chest tightens.

Your hands curl into fists.

You swallow once. Then again.

No use.

It’s too much.

You grip the sleeve of your closest friend, tugging her aside. “H-Hey, I think I need to go to the car.”

She turns to you, brows furrowing. “Oh? Why? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” you force a small chuckle, waving a hand like it’s nothing. “I just need to relax for a second, you know—hit the pen, take a breather.” You gulp again, trying to keep your voice light. “I’ll be quick, I swear.”

Your friend watches you for a second before nodding in understanding. “Do you want me to come with?”

You shake your head quickly. “Not necessary. I’ll see you guys soon.”

With that, she lets you go, and you make a beeline for the parking garage.

Your car is on the roof level—and normally, you’d take the stairs because elevators make you uneasy. But your legs ache from walking all day, and right now, you just need to get out of here.

Screw it.

You can suck it up for a few floors.

When you reach the elevator, you press the button, shifting on your feet, ready to get this over with.

Then a man steps up beside you.

You glance at him briefly. He’s tall—at least half a foot taller than you—thin, dressed well but casually, his hands tucked into his pockets with an air of easy confidence.

He doesn’t look at you.

But his lips twitch slightly, just at the corner.

Like he knows you’re looking.

Heat rises to your face, and you immediately snap your gaze away, embarrassed. He’s too old, too put-together. You don’t stand a chance, and even if you did, you’re not ready for all of that. 

The elevator dings.

The doors slide open, and the man steps aside, motioning for you to go in first.

“Oh—uh, thanks,” you mumble, stepping in.

He doesn’t reply, just follows you inside, his presence too big in the small space. You press yourself against the wall, keeping your eyes on your shoes as he reaches out to press the button.

He doesn’t hesitate.

He’s going to the roof.

“What’s your floor?” he asks, turning slightly toward you.

“Oh, uh… roof too,” you say, voice casual, as if it’s nothing.

That almost-smirk twitches at his lips again.

But you don’t think much of it.

The elevator begins its slow ascent. You keep your head down, hoping it will go quickly. But there’s a shift in the air, an awareness that prickles at the back of your neck.

You feel it.

The weight of his gaze.

It’s subtle at first, a presence just at the corner of your eye. But then—

You realize he’s staring.

Not in a distracted, half-paying-attention way.

No.

He’s watching you.

Your pulse stutters. You don’t dare look up. Instead, you fix your gaze on the floor display above the doors.

Two more floors.

Almost there.

Just a few more seconds. 

Then—

The elevator jerks violently.

The lights flicker, then cut to dim emergency lighting. The cabin shudders, coming to a dead stop between floors.

A small, startled sound escapes your throat. A whimper.

You snap your head toward the man.

He doesn’t look concerned.

He doesn’t even look surprised.

He looks pleased.

A slow smirk spreads across his lips as he tilts his head, like a cat watching a mouse realize it’s cornered.

“Oh no,” he says, his voice smooth—too smooth. “What an unfortunate situation.” 

You press yourself against the wall. “Y-Yeah,” you laugh nervously, trying to keep your voice even. But the way he’s looking at you makes it nearly impossible. 

He takes a step toward you.

Your heart drops.

You flick your eyes toward the emergency button, so you move to go press it, but he’s faster. 

Too fast.

The second you reach for the button, his hand closes around your wrist, yanking you back against him.

“No!” You squeak, struggling against his grip.

He just laughs.

"Shhh," William soothes, gripping your chin, tilting your face up to his. "Don’t be afraid."

His lips curl into a slow, lazy smirk as his hand shifts lower, slipping beneath the hem of your skirt, fingers exploring without shame.

"I’m not going to hurt you."

Your pulse spikes, panic coiling tight in your chest as your fingers grasp at his forearm.

"W-What are you doing?!" your voice trembles, barely above a whisper, breath shallow as his hand cups your ass, his fingers digging in, claiming every inch of you. “N-No!! Please—!!” 

William’s smirk widens.

"It’s okay, sweetie," he purrs, his breath ghosting over your cheek as he leans in closer, his voice thick with amusement. "I’m just playing."

His grip tightens, pulling you against him. He boxes you against the wall, keeping you frozen, helpless to stop the way he presses himself against you, letting you feel just how much he’s enjoying this.

"God, you’re so tense," he groans, rolling his hips into you, savoring the friction. He lifts your skirt higher, so the only thing separating you from his clothed hard-on is your panties. “I love a resisting little body,” he chuckles softly, one hand holding you still while the other worker at the buttons of his slacks. 

You whimper pleadingly through your tears, "Please, I don't want this," you cry out desperately. 

The man grins wickedly, slowly pulling out his erect cock and stroking it. "Sweet little thing,” he murmurs almost to himself, "Bet you're still a virgin, aren't you?" 

You're too mortified to nod, so you just shake your head frantically, but he knows. He can see it in the way you quiver in fear. You're not ready for this. 

"Fuck," he groans, rubbing his hard cock through your folds, his grip on your hips punishing. "I can tell, you’re gonna make me feel so good.” 

He chuckles darkly, dipping his head to trail hot kisses along your neck as he eases his cock inside you with a slow thrust.

"No!! Help me! Please, someone help me!!" you scream and thrash wildly, but it's useless. The man just grips your thighs bruisingly tight and lifts you up to wrap your legs around him. 

"Ohhh fuck yeah," he moans raggedly, burying himself deep. "You're gripping me so good, sweetie. Doesn't that feel nice? Hm?"

You sob in desperate denial, shaking your head frantically, but the tears just go straight to his cock. Your panicked clenching around him feels incredible. 

"Keep crying like that and you'll make me come," he groans, his hips snapping forward. 

His touch becomes more assertive as he gropes your breasts. You whimper and squirm beneath him, overwhelmed.

"That's it sweetie, make those cute little noises for me," he purrs, nipping at your neck. "I love hearing you whine. Makes my cock so hard."

His hips roll forward—a slow, deep grind that elicits more noise from you.

The man chuckles at this.

“Ohh, now that’s a pretty sound,” he hums. “You like being stuck here with me, don’t you?” 

Your head tilts back against the wall, gasping as he rocks into you again, dragging his cock through your swollen, sensitive walls with a pace so slow it’s torture.

“Shhh, no need to reply,” he soothes, mocking, “I can feel the answer right here.”

You just want this to be over. That’s all you want, but the man is purposely dragging out your torture, purposely going slow so you only have to endure it. 

“You’re so cute like this, sweetheart,” he teases, his hand cradling your jaw, thumb stroking over your cheek. “Whimpering, squirming, but you can’t do anything, can you?”

His forehead presses against yours, his silver eyes locked on your tear-filled expression. His breath is warm, teasing, lips barely grazing yours as he keeps the rhythm agonizingly slow, dragging himself in and out.

The man groans, his restraint cracking just slightly.

“Oh, fuck—” his breath stutters, his voice wrecked. “Yeah, that’s it, sweetheart—” he groans, fucking you harder and harder until he finally breaks. 

The man moans, low and needy, his grip bruising as his cock pulses inside you, cum spilling deep into you. 

He pants, pressing soft, lazy kisses against your throat, his hands stroking over your body. 

All you can do is cry. 

His forehead drops against your shoulder as he catches his breath. 

“You made such a fucking mess, darling,” he chuckles, his fingers trailing down between your legs, feeling the way his cum drips out of you.

His eyes gleam as he tilts your chin up, giving you a sickeningly tender kiss.

You’re still trembling, panting, barely recovered from the way he just violated you. You think it’s over. 

But the man’s grip doesn’t loosen.

His fingers are still on you—tracing lazy circles over your hips, your thighs. 

But suddenly, just as you think he’s about to step away, his grip tightens around your thighs, and in one sudden motion, he pins you down against the cold elevator floor.

You gasp, thrashing again, but he’s too strong, his body caging yours beneath him, his smirk wicked as he forces your legs apart.

“Ohh, don’t look so surprised, darling,” he purrs, lowering his head between your thighs, “You didn’t think I was done with you, did you?”

“No! No please!!” You kick your legs, trying to grab onto something, but his grip on your thighs is too tight, your arms aren’t long enough to reach out, and once again, you’re stuck. 

His tongue flicks out, just barely grazing over your clit.

Your whole body jerks. 

William laughs, amused, his fingers digging firmly into your thighs, keeping you still.

“Sensitive, aren’t we?” he teases, pressing soft, lazy kisses to your inner thighs, taking his time. “Good. I want you like this.”

His fingers press into you suddenly, dragging through the mess between your legs, spreading his own cum deeper into you.

“God, you’re so fucking wet,” he groans, his tongue flicking out again, teasing, tasting. “You can pretend you don’t love this all you want, sweetheart, but this little pussy tells me everything I need to know.”

“Please!” You sob, tears streaming down your face. 

Your breath shudders, your hips twitching, but he pins you down harder, flattening you against the floor.

“Oh, no, sweetheart. You’re not going anywhere.”

And then—

His mouth is on you in an instant, his tongue hot and hungry as he licks into you. 

You cry out, your legs trembling, pleasure hitting you hard, and you hate it. 

“That’s it, sweetheart,” William pants between strokes, licking up your folds before wrapping his lips around your aching clit, sucking slow, hard. “Let me hear those pretty little sounds.”

Your hands fly to his hair, gripping tight, your thighs trying to close around his head, but he holds you open, refusing to let you escape him.

“Ohhh, no, darling,” he chuckles, smirking against your soaked folds. “I do this my way.” 

His tongue flicks fast over your clit, his fingers slipping inside you, curling deep, rubbing against that perfect spot that has you screaming.

“Please! St—Stop!!” You plead, trying to ignore the waves of pleasure that he is forcing upon you. 

“That’s it,” he groans, his voice wrecked as he works you over, “cum on my fucking tongue, sweetheart—”

Your body snaps, an orgasm crashing through you, your back arching against the floor.

He doesn’t stop.

His tongue slows as he lets you ride out every wave. “So fucking pretty.”

You gasp, whimpering, every nerve still sparking, your thighs shaking around his head.

He finally pulls away, his lips slick with your release, his eyes half-lidded and hungry as he licks a slow stripe across his lips.

“Mmm,” he groans, his fingers still stroking your trembling thighs. “I made you feel real good, didn’t I?”

You only sob in response, your body too weak to move. 

He leans over you, his body caging yours again, pressing lazy kisses up your stomach, your ribs, your throat—everywhere.

But he is not done with you.

He shifts, towering over you. His hands move to your arms, dragging you up and onto your knees in one effortless motion.

You gasp, panicked, staring up at him with wide eyes. 

“Please! Make it stop!!” You sob, but he won’t let you move. You still don’t have a chance. 

“Poor thing,” he purrs, gripping his cock, his smirk deepening as he drags the tip along your trembling lips. “Bet you already know what I want, don’t you?”

“Please,” you whimper, “I don’t wanna do this.” 

He smirks. “I’m so sorry,” he teases. His fingers curl into your hair, tilting your head up. “Be a good little girl for me,” he whispers, pressing the tip against your waiting tongue. “And open up.”

You obey, because you know you have no other choice. 

And William moans.

A deep, guttural sound vibrates through him as he slides inside, his cock stretching your lips apart, your tongue flattening beneath him. His fingers tighten in your hair as he eases in inch by inch, his breath coming out ragged, shaky.

He groans, his jaw tightening, his head tipping back slightly. “God, your mouth feels so nice.”

You whimper around him, your throat adjusting to his size, and the vibrations make him twitch.

His hips stutter.

“Ohhh, fuck—” he pants, his eyes fluttering closed for a brief second before snapping open again, locking onto yours, watching the way your lips stretch around him.

“Jesus Christ, look at you. Taking me so fucking deep.”

You shift slightly, adjusting, and he shudders, a sharp breath escaping his lips.

“Yeah, you know what you’re doing, don’t you?” he chuckles, voice strained, his control crumbling just slightly. “Fuck, sweetie, you’re gonna kill me.”

His hips roll forward, gently at first, testing, teasing, but as soon as he feels your throat flex around him, his breath stutters, his fingers tightening in your hair.

You whimper around him again, and the sound sends a violent shiver up his spine.

“Ohhh, shit—do that again.” You do on impulse, whimpering softly, and his head tilts back. “Fuck, you love this, don’t you?” he laughs, breathless, his grip tightening, “Fucking knew you’d be good at this.”

He gasps as your tongue flicks along the underside, his thighs tensing, his rhythm stuttering.

“Fuck—fuck—you’re gonna make me cum—”

His hips snap forward, his cock pulsing, twitching, and then—

A deep, wrecked moan rips from his throat as he spills himself down your throat, his body shuddering with the force of it.

His hips roll lazily as he rides it out, his grip on your hair keeping you still, making sure you swallow every last drop.

When he finally pulls back, his breath is shaky, his body is weak, but his smirk returns the second he sees your traumatized, fear-filled expression.

“Good girl,” he pants, brushing his thumb along your swollen lips, his voice thick with satisfaction. “You were made for this, weren’t you, sweetheart?” 

You barely have time to breathe before he’s pulling you up again, his lips crashing against yours in a slow, filthy kiss.

Your legs are still shaking, your body still wrecked from everything this man just did to you. Your breath is unsteady, your throat raw, your skin burning from his touch. 

His smirk is lazy. “Aw, look at you,” he hums, tilting his head as he drinks in the sight of you—your swollen lips, your messy hair, the faint bruises forming along your thighs and neck, the way your mascara is ruined, smudged down your cheeks from where you’d been crying. 

You barely have the strength to glare at him, your hands weakly tugging at your disheveled skirt, your blouse still unbuttoned, exposing the heated marks he’d left all over your skin.

His smirk deepens.

“Tsk, tsk,” He shakes his head, stepping toward you, his hands already moving to smooth your wrinkled clothes. “Can’t have anyone knowing what I did to you, now can we?”

Your breath catches as his fingers work the buttons of your blouse, his touch slow, teasing, deliberately grazing your skin with every movement. 

“So messy, sweetheart,” he mocks, “What would people think if they saw you like this? All fucked-out and ruined in a broken elevator?”

You shudder as his hands slide down to smooth your skirt back into place, his knuckles grazing your still-sensitive thighs, making you tremble. 

He notices.

“Mmm,” he chuckles, straightening up, his fingers tilting your chin up to meet his gaze. “Still sensitive, darling? I wonder why.”

His fingers trail up to your face, his smirk softening into something almost fond as he wipes the smudged mascara from beneath your eyes. 

“There we go,” he murmurs. 

You swallow hard as his fingers comb through your hair next, fixing it. 

No one will know.

No one will see.

Because he’s is good at this—good at hiding things, good at making sure no one suspects a thing.

His hands linger on you, his thumb stroking over the faint bruises on your throat before he tucks your hair behind your ear, smirking down at you.

“Much better,” he purrs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

You breathe unevenly, your hands curling into fists as you try to steady yourself, your knees still weak. 

“Aww, poor thing,” he coos, “Still all wobbly? Did I do that to you, sweetheart?”

Your cheeks burn, and his smirk widens.

Then—A soft chime.

The elevator shudders, the dim emergency light flickering as it comes back to life. 

Your stomach flips.

You barely have time to react before the man steps away, rolling his shoulders, adjusting his shirt like nothing happened. Like he didn’t just rape you in this tiny, overheated metal box.

“You’re going to walk out of here like a good little girl, aren’t you?” he says, tilting his head, “Without a word of what happened?” 

Your breath shakes.

The doors ding, and they slide open. You look over at him, who is still smirking, and without another bit of hesitation, you run off. 

But you know.

You can still feel him—his breath, his hands, his…body. 

Your heartbeat is wild, but you force yourself to steady it, inhaling sharply as you make your way across the mall.

The sounds of laughter and chatter reach your ears before you see them—your friends, sitting around a plastic table in the food court, already mid-conversation.

You swallow hard, pushing through the last of your weakness, forcing your legs to work like they aren’t trembling beneath you.

“There you are!” One of them calls out, waving you over.

You hesitate—just for a second—before plastering on the most casual, most innocent expression you can manage.

“Sorry,” you say, hoping your voice doesn’t betray you. “Got stuck in the elevator.”

They blink.

“Wait—what?”

You nod, sliding into the seat they saved for you, shifting carefully, feeling the slight stickiness between your thighs. Your pulse jumps, but you don’t let it show.

“Yeah,” you say. “It stalled for a bit, but it’s working now.”

One of your friends narrows their eyes at you, looking closer.

“Are you okay?” they ask, “You look kinda… flustered.”

Your stomach drops.

You quickly grab a napkin, pretending to dab your face, as if you’re just overheated from the stuffy elevator—not from what actually happened inside.

“I’m fine,” you lie again, too quickly.

Another friend squints, tilting their head.

“Are you sure?” they press, eyes flicking over you. “Your makeup looks kinda… smudged.”

Your breath catches.

“It’s nothing,” you say, forcing a small laugh, waving them off. “I probably just wiped my eyes when I got stressed in there.”

They seem to buy it, shrugging before returning to their food, their conversation.

And yet—

You feel it.

Slowly, carefully, you glance toward the escalators, scanning the crowd, and your heart stops.

He’s there.

Leaning against a metal railing, his shirt still unbuttoned at the top, his sleeves rolled up, his eyes locked directly onto you.

He doesn’t smirk.

Doesn’t move.

He just watches you.

A silent reminder of everything he just did.

Of what he could do again.

Of what he will do again.

“Hey—earth to y/n?” Your friend snaps their fingers in front of your face. “You sure you’re okay?”

You swallow hard.

“Yeah,” you say. “I’m fine.”

But you’re not. You’re not fine. And you will never be fine again.

[jinostooth]

"fembodied reader" is such a weird phrase to me... is there a reason people use that instead of saying "afab reader"???

genuine question bc i cant tell if it's weird or if im just not getting it

[yun-fangz]

fresh set | C.S

pairing: choi san x fembodied!reader

warnings: mdni! 18+ content, suggestive, consensual (partial) nudity, choi san is a big baby.

wc: 550

a/n: self indulgent lol, i got the idea cuz i just got new jewelry

today was the worst day of choi san’s life.

or best actually…. he couldn't decide yet as he stared straight ahead, jaw slack.

standing before him was you, shirt pulled up just enough to reveal your tits…. your freshly pierced tits.

holy shit.

wordlessly, you’re pulled closer to the edge of your shared bed, legs slotting in between his spread ones. He stared at the silver jewelry adorning each one of your nipples in awe, eventually lifting a hand in an attempt to cup the bottom of your breast, only to get smacked away before it's able to make contact.

“aht, no touching! they’re fresh…” you chide at the entranced man. a mix between a pout and frown formed on his face as he redirected his gaze up to yours, his hands now settled on your hips.

“how long before I can touch ‘em?” he asks, his pout evident in the way he speaks.

“she said they can take up to a year to fu—”

“—a year?!?” he cut you off with an incredulous look.

you stifled a laugh as your hands brushed through his hair, finding it a bit comedic the way his pout deepened.

“i can't wait a year though” the man whined as he pressed his face into your stomach. rolling your eyes, you give a light tug to his hair and pull him back just enough to make eye contact once more.

“you’ll survive.. plus, no bras for a year too” that catches his attention.

“really?” you can tell his mood immediately perked at the revelation, bras were his #1 enemy. he hated when you wore any type of bra, it was pointless to him when 9/10 times he'd take it off you anyway.

you give another playful roll of your eyes as you stare down at the man before you.

“yes, but don't get any ideas you freak”

“so i'm gonna have to see you walk around with no bra, your gorgeous tits on display, and i can't touch ‘em? no fair” he whined, another pout adorning the man's face as he flops back onto the bed.

worst day of his life, he decided.

you move to follow him, crawling up and straddling him, your hands simultaneously removing your shirt. shifting your weight, you press down onto his hips, feeling the way he already was hard.

“you like them though, right?” you ask, although already knowing the answer.

“fuck yes i do… they're so fuckin sexy…” his hands move up to rest right underneath your tits.

a shy giggle escapes as you watch him become entranced with your tits once more.

as he stares, and watches the way your tits move with each giggle, an idea pops into his head. shifting his weight slightly, his hips give a small experimental thrust up, watching the way your tits bounce in front of him, more so the way the metal of your piercings glint in the dim lighting of the room.

oh… yeah he can work with this.

he gives another thrust up, enjoying the way a hushed gasp slips from your lips and your tits bounce again. he resists the urge to groan, choosing to repeat his previous actions and it's then choi san redecides that no,

this is the best day of his life.

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[beautiful-is-boring]

Hc's of Levi Ackerman eating his girl out (aka you!)

MDNI, this is Levi x fembodied!reader smut, and this is my first time writing something smutty so this is not that good and i also became shy in the middle lol, not proofread.

Listen. When I say he's obsessed, it means OBSESSED

Totally just gets in there.

His clean freak tendencies that drive him crazy at a bit of mess? Poof. Gone. Nothing holds him back when it comes to his one and only. Especially when it comes to eating you out.

Will eat you out in any position - front, back, sitting on his face, anything.

You can probably bribe him or motivate him by offering to sit on his face later that night. He's that into it.

He would gently run his mouth down, kissing your inner thighs, and his breath would be warm and ticklish on your skin. He'll kiss his way down your body slowly and sensually, giving every inch of your hips, your gorgeous thighs he loves so much, and eventually your pussy, his ample attention and love.

He's a bit of a tease, and regardless of whether he's being gentle or rough, he takes his time to leave hickeys on your inner thighs around your entrance. Oh, and if he's not already pinning down your thighs and spreading them apart with his hands to expose your pussy for him? Then make sure to wrap those thighs around his head and lock them there. He'll go crazy but in the best of ways.

If he's doing foreplay and preparing you for his cock for sex he'll occasionally put his fingers in, first one then two, and then pump them in and out of your squelching hole gently while his tongue works on your clit at the same time.

For other times however, he just wants to eat so he'll hook his arms around your thighs, spread them, and get to enjoying his favourite meal.

Wasting even a single drop of your precious juices is a sin according to him. He'll lap it up.

Whether or not he has experience before you is something i'll leave upto you, but his mouth has skill.

He'll start off by admiring your pussy and then giving it a slow, gentle, loving lick, a broad stripe against your wet folds, to appreciate your taste.

His tongue spends a lot of time at your sensitive clit but he switches up his movements to make your squirm and scream.

He would run his tongue along your wet slit, tongue travelling to your sensitive bundle of nerves and circling it. When you moan, he simply smirks against your wet pussy and makes it wetter than before by flicking his tongue against your clit in circles, left to right, up to down, figure 8, and doing it again.

He would slowly insert his tongue and lap you up happily, and then go back to having fun with your clit, and then back again to your dripping hole.

If he's in a chill mood, I think he would like to take little breaks sometimes and simply admire your pretty pussy and the wetness that's dribbling out, before leaning in again and licking it right off of you.

Levi would totally tease you a lot when he's eating out your cunt. If he's feeling authoritative or playful, he'll tell you to beg if you wanna come. He'll keep that up, deny you your release and once you do finish, you'll get to rest if he's feeling merciful. Otherwise he's just gonna straight up overstimulate you, make you whimper and squirm as he makes you come on his tongue multiple times. He will leave you spent.

He doesn't care about the position as long as he gets to lick your pussy. From the front, from the back, top, standing, sitting, shower - he likes them all. But I think his favourite is one where you're lying on your back or maybe propped up on the headboard and he's facing you as he eats you out so that he can look at your face when you finish. Post war levi, however, probably prefers it if you sit right on top of his face.

If its post-war levi, you can defo feel the healed scar on his lips when he eats you out and feels SO damn good. A little ticklish, a little rough, but amazing and Levi knows it.

Loves loves LOVES to mark you up. He leaves little hickeys on your pelvic are and your hips and most definitely on your sensitive inner thighs.

If he could choose how to die, this is the way he'd wanna go.

[markgraysonstears]

01 ┊ “ Kiss it, kiss it better, baby. ” ⸝⸝ .

THIS IS A OLD FANFIC BY THE WAY DONT MAUL ME

★ masochist m!mark x fem!reader? ( i don't rlly describe much fembody stuff so take it as u want actually ) , i didn't proofread cuz i cringe a lil at my writing.

★ warnings : ,, masochism, sub mark, mention of blood , heavy petting, ++ ( nothing too crazy )

A/N : hi so this is mainly for self indulgence so you MAY not get mention of yn blushing cuz...💆🏽‍♀️ baby how... anyways enjoy my shit riding ( also give me requests thanks )

that was meant to be writing but LOL.... if the boot fits....

this stupid ass rants took me like 5 days bc i got tired of the plot so its gonna feel rushed at the end. sorry babes

Invincible, a man with great strength, power, and status. A man that shows confidence, yet a bit of an ego with that name. However, the one under the mask shows the exact opposite with you.

MARK GRAYSON not Invincible, that unlocks your window after a battle. That's the man that enters with a rough entrance and has smudged and dried blood near the corner of his mouth. Despite his mangy, blood-soaked appearance, he always greeted you with pet names.

Mark clasps your hand in his while he gazes down at you with weak eyes, intertwining your hand into his. Your palm feels so cold; it helped with his bruises— it was also nice to just have your touch. “ Mark, we can talk later; please go get yourself healed up ,” you say with concern. Obviously, it went into one ear and right out the other; the man didn't even attempt to stray from your touch. “ I'll be alright, baby; your hands are doing a great job. ”

MARK GRAYSON who kisses you with need, despite the throbbing pain in his lips. By now, you weren't bothered by the metallic flavor. This is something he frequently does, which is obviously not a criticism!

MARK GRAYSON who absolutely adores you, lingering on his broken lips. Though mark would be ashamed to admit, the pain makes him feel intoxicated. The way your hands pull off the mask that covers the rest of his pretty face and then return to his black hair to tug a little bit makes it seem almost electric.

MARK GRAYSON that has the misfortune ( though fortunate for you ) of wearing such a tight suit, lets his body show his desperation as he promises he's fine, the pain isn't that awful. Even if it was, he's ashamed that he mind a little pressure against his raw and bruised skin after the attacks.

“ please? ” While his longing hands pulled you down onto his bulge by your waist, the superhero's whispered, sensuous voice begged you. Mark's rough finger pads soon traveled down to the sides of your thighs, Blue nails puncture into the fatty tissue, dragging you down against him. A strangled whimper came from him as your body pressed against his wounded chest and all the way down. The pressure hurt, but in a good way. He just needed to get some pleasure out of today. Come on, you wouldn't deny a begging man, right? “ we can do whatever, I just—I just need this. ”

MARK GRAYSON, who you couldn't resist even if you really wanted to. If you had insisted on receiving real help, his sad little eyes wouldn't have left your head; all he wanted was to feel better. Though you do miss him in this condition. You give in out of selfishness. You have missing Mark's whimpers and labored breathing, muffled between your neck and his lips, for the past month because he's been too busy.

MARK GRAYSON Who loves to grip onto your hips, watch you rock back and forth against his arousal—like your motions were magic—and show his thanks towards you? He praises you in-between thick swallows and shallow breath. Mark wanted to rip the rest of this torn-up suit off. Your arms lying on his shoulders, the pain got overwhelmed by pleasure.

Your lips pressed against his bruised neck, the kiss seems to just send aches right back to his erection. Those soft, cold hands of yours traveled down to press against his chest, a hiss slipping out of his mouth—followed with a moan. Remind Mark to never go at least 3months and a without any sexual contact. It's almost a bit embarrassing.. even for him

MARK GRAYSON He wastes no time sliding his hands up your body to remove your shirt and tugging at your shorts. He almost seems to forget to take off his own, but you don't let that happen.

MARK GRAYSON flutters his eyes at you while your fingertips push him down. His elbows hold him up as he watches you lower your head, — MARK GRAYSON who you couldn't deny.

> do not repost any of my works to any other platforms !

[star-byeoli]

I Don't Need Your Help - HongJoong Oneshot

[Minors Do Not Interact] - [18+]

Genre: Friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, fluffy smut.

Pairing: idol!Hongjoong x KQemployee!fembodied!reader (y/n)

Wordcount: 2.7k

Warnings: Swearing, porn with a bit of plot, protected sex, morning sex, riding, no major kinks/power dynamics, they're just desperate for each other, Hongjoong is a little bit toxic.

A/N: My first smut, I really hope it's okay >.<

Having known Hongjoong for years, you should’ve known better.

He was a sweet guy, but had a poorly masked sensitive streak. He has never reacted well to what most would call constructive criticism, always having a snarky answer to unwanted feedback. Working at KQ as a social media manager for a few years had brought you closer to Hongjoong over time. You admired his tenacity and talent; he admired your creativity and candidness. Your mutual fondness had bloomed for a time, having settled into a steady friendship which neither of you dared to ruin.

Having worked hours of overtime yourself, you finally dragged yourself away from you desk at almost 11pm. With your eyes closing on themselves, you dragged yourself along the hall towards the elevator. A little light coming from one studio caught your attention, however. After knocking gently on his door, you push it ajar slightly to peak your head inside.

The room is dark, apart from a small lamp and the glow of computer screens. A discarded leather jacket and rucksack sit haphazardly on the arm of the couch. The trash can in the corner is begging to be emptied - overflowing with empty coffee cups and old take-out boxes. The office’s occupier sits slumped over at his desk; headphones on, hood up, shoes kicked to the side. He rests his head against one hand whilst the other furiously clicks at the files open on his screen. He doesn’t notice your appearance.

“Joong?” You try to catch his attention gently, but he is too absorbed in the task at hand. He frowns dejectedly, his scrunched nose causing his glasses to slip down his nose slightly. Still wanting to grab his attention, you lean slightly forward to nudge his shoulder.

“Joong?”

“Shit!-“ He jumps out of his chair with a shout. “What the fuck, y/n?”

You try to hold back your laugh, but his cute expression makes it hard to contain your giggles.

“Sorry Joong, I just wanted to say hi before I left.” You manage to choke out as he sits back down in his seat. He nods his head sceptically before turning back to his computer, not saying another word. Suddenly feeling awkward, you try to fill the silence.

“Rough day, huh? Me too, I had to re-shoot one of th-“

“I accidentally deleted part of the melody I’ve been working on. I’m not really in the mood to chat right now, y/n.” He interrupts, never looking away from his screen.

“Oh- okay.” You mumble out, feeling dejected. You begin to head towards the door before reconsidering your setting. His studio is a mess – there’s rubbish everywhere, Hongjoong’s clothes are strewn about, the overhead light is turned off and the computer screens are screaming eye strain. Taking a deep breath, you turn back to face him.

“Joong, don’t you think you’d feel a bit better if y-“ Hongjoong whips around in his chair before you can finish your sentence.

“Y/n, just leave it. I don’t want your help.” Hongjoong spits out, glaring angrily before resuming his work. Your breath catches in your throat, and you back out of the studio before running down the hall, embarrassed. You’d certainly known about this side of Hongjoong, even seeing him snappy occasionally. But he’d never directed his anger at you before. You make it out of the building, down the street and onto the bus before you slump into a seat and tears start rolling down your face.

Pounding on your front door makes you jolt awake. Squinting your eyes in the darkness, it takes you a second to realize that you’re on your sofa, not your bed. You stretch a little before another powerful knock pulls you back to reality. Flicking on a lamp, you begin to stumble towards the door, still exhausted. The third knock begins to piss you off - it’s clearly still night by the lack of light coming in the window, and the last thing you need is a noise complaint from your entitled neighbours.

You swing the door open with a scowl, prepared to scold the person on the other side. Hongjoong’s deflated figure is not what you were expecting. He’s dressed in the same clothes from earlier, grasping his jacket desperately with one hand. His hood had fallen down at some point, revealing his dishevelled black hair. Most striking are his reddened eyes desperately searching for your own. He’s panting hard like he’s just run a marathon.

“I- I’m so sorry. I don’t know why- I can explain, I just fe-“ he starts to stammer out, panicked and desperate. Grabbing his arm gently you pull him inside, not without noticing the awestruck expression plastering his face. You close the door behind you with a sigh, the man still gasping from exertion and holding back tears.  

“Hongjoong, I have neighbours. What time is it?” He fumbles around for his phone before presenting it to you – 3.37am. His breath begins to settle a bit, but his expression is still pained. As upset as you still are, it’s distressing to watch him suffer. “I’ll get you some water.”

He follows you into the kitchen like a lost puppy, frantically conflicted between trying to calm himself down and explain himself. By the time you give him a glass of water, he can’t bring himself to look you in the eye.

“I’m so sorry. You didn’t deserve all that. I- I have just had so many people on my back recently and I just exploded. I needed to tell you I was sorry, and you weren’t replying to my texts, and I didn’t know what to do.”

“Hongjoong. I was asleep. Y’know, that thing that normal people do at night time?” You smile timidly at him, understanding his frustrations but not completely forgiving him. He chuffs under his breath. “I wasn’t trying to be overbearing. I was just concerned about you. If you don’t want me to come by your stu-“

“No!-” Hongjoong blurts out, finally looking back at you. He sighs deeply, collecting his racing thoughts for a second. “I really don’t want you to feel like this is your fault. Nothing’s going right at the moment. I’m pretty sure Seonghwa’s mad at me too. I just don’t want to lose you.”

“You aren’t going to lose me, Joong. I’m not going to stop being your friend because of one shitty evening.” You try to joke, although the atmosphere in your kitchen seems to stay slightly tense.

“Friend?” Hongjoong echoes back, barely above a whisper.

“Yeah Joong. You’re too hard on yourself. I’m not going to stop being your friend just because of your little attitude problem.” You smirk at him before turning to the fridge. “So did you want something to eat or-“

A hand on your upper arm grabs your attention back. Hongjoong’s grip is a bit too firm, uncomfortable. You look over your shoulder only to be greeted with his longing face.

“I want more than that.” He says seriously, his voice and grip starting to shake lightly. “I want to be more than just a friend to you.”

Your breath sticks in your throat. His reddened eyes bore into your own anxiously. You can almost feel his heart pounding. You’re pretty sure he can feel yours too. Hesitantly you place your hands over his cheeks and step closer. God, he’s beautiful. Slowly the two of you lean in, lips ghosting over one another.

You both let go of the shaky breaths you were holding, giggling lightly as Hongjoong’s hands fall to your waist. He finally firmly presses his lips to yours, humming contently and gripping your waist tighter. His lips work slowly but confidently, taking his time in savouring the moment. Just when you think to pull him closer, he pulls away and nuzzles his head into your shoulder. His hair messy, lips wettened, cheeks flushed.

“I’m sorry, but I’m really fucking tired.” He admits timidly, knowing exactly whose fault it was. You run a hand comfortingly up his back and into his fluffy hair.

“Do you wanna stay over? It’s almost dawn anyway.”

He leans back and smiles softly. “God yeah.”

You manage to get a few hours of sleep in, this time in your bed and snuggled up to Hongjoong’s side. With no pyjamas he opted to strip out of his hoody and jeans, sleeping in just his boxers and a t-shirt. A rosy dawn light begins to filter in thought the window, casting a pinkish hue over Hongjoong’s peaceful face. Distractedly, you begin to stroke your fingers over his collarbones, drinking in the warm, serene moment. Hongjoong eventually begins to stir, crinkling his nose and stretching out like a cat.

“Good morning, Joong.”

“Morning.” He manages to yawn out, still not opening his eyes. “I hope you’re not supposed to be working today.”

“Nope. I’m all yours.”

“All mine?” He cracks an eye open and quirks an eyebrow. You smack his shoulder gently.

“Didn’t know you’d be this cheesy.”

“Can’t help it. Can a guy not just be happy that he’s in his crush’s bed?” He begins to stroke your hair, humming lightly under his breath.

“Crush? Is this middle school?” Hongjoong half snorts and rolls his eyes.

“You seriously didn’t notice how obsessed I am with you? I’ve been pining hopelessly for months. I just didn’t know how to cross that line until I thought you really wouldn’t want me anymore. I just can’t think about my life without you.”

“Really?” His gaze softens.

“Really, darling.” It takes less than a second for your resolve to snap. You lean over him, pressing your lips to his with sudden vigor. His fingers instantly tangle into your hair, pulling you even closer. The kisses you share are rougher and faster than last night – hungrier. One of Hongjoong’s hands dips down to grab a handful of your ass, pulling you fully over his lap to straddle him. You pull away slightly in shock, panting from exertion, nonetheless. He begins to panic, misreading your response.

“I’m sorry, was that too much?”

“No, Joong. That was fucking hot.” You dip down again, this time attaching your lips to his jaw. He instantly releases a guttural moan, palming your ass to ground himself.

“Fuck darling. Don’t leave marks, we’ll get in trouble.” In retaliation you drag your hips along his, feeling him hardening in his boxers. You are equally affected in your panties. He let’s out another breathy “fuck” before pulling desperately at the hem of your sleep shirt. “Please?”

He looks a sweet mess when you whip the shirt over your head and throw it somewhere onto your bedroom floor. His hands automatically reach up to cup your tits, thumbs rubbing slowly over your nipples. You continue grinding against him, lifting his t-shirt enough to expose his toned navel. You moan in unison, groping and kissing for a while. Suddenly Hongjoong grabs your hips and sits bolt upright with a start.

“Are you okay, Joong?” His eyes are blown and his face flushed and warm. He gathers his breath for a second, still holding you tight.

“I almost came.” He pants out before letting out a small giggle.

“Shit, Joong. I thought I hurt you.” You climb off his lap, pulling his shirt fully off him in the process. Hongjoong takes the initiative and lies you down, hovering over you. He dips down to reunite your lips as his hand ghosts over the band of your panties. He hesitates just a second too long. Impatient, you grab his wrist and guide his hand to your covered clit.

“Please, Joong. I really need this.” Hongjoong almost collapses at your whining. Twelve hours earlier he had nearly convinced himself that you would never want to speak to him again. Now he’s pulling your panties to the side and tentatively caressing your wet cunt. A garbled moan gets stuck in you throat when his thumb flicks against your clit and fingertips circle your soaked hole.

“Fuck darling, your really do need me, huh?” Hongjoong voice drops by an octave, giving away his own desire. Repaying his favour you reach for his clothed cock. He’s already half-hard, a little short but pleasantly thick. You swallow each other’s moans, tongues dancing against one another and noses clashing in your eagerness. His fingers get bolder, dipping inside up to the knuckle and stroking deliciously against your sweet spot.

“Does that feel good?” He asks breathily as he leans back on his haunches to take in the sight of your whole body. You nod desperately, losing track of your words. Feeling the need to ground yourself, you reach one hand to his wrist and one to his knee. He smirks down at you warmly, enjoying his time toying with you. “God, you look so pretty right now.”

Your blush is uncontrollable. Moans and whines tumble out of you as Hongjoong’s fingers work tirelessly. He continues to stare affectionately at you whilst you lose all ability to look him in the eye, rapidly descending towards your climax. Enjoying the show, Hongjoong begins to press down on your lower stomach, sending you hurtling over the edge with a shriek. Your vision goes white, but you can still hear Hongjoong’s smug giggle as your body begins to spasm with pleasure.

Taking a second to collect yourself, you stare at the ceiling, allowing Hongjoong to massage your thighs as you calm down. Slowly you peel yourself up off of the sheets and look an eager Hongjoong in the eye. “Holy shit, Joong.” He bites his lip as he pulls you back onto his lap.

“You look so beautiful when you cum, darling.” He muses, pushing your now sweaty and tangled hair out of your face. Despite feeling a little sensitive, he looks too good to miss.

“I have some condoms if you wan-“

“Please darling, shit.” He immediately begins shuffling out of his boxers as you lean over to the bed side table. His idle hands reach back towards your ass, slowly pulling down your soaked panties and discarding them onto the growing pile of dirty clothes on the floor. You finally settle back down over his lap and fiddle with the condom packet as he begins to press gentle kisses over your temple and cheek.

“You’re distracting me.”

“You’ve been distracting me for years, this is payback.” Hongjoong fires back, taking a firm hold of your backside. You finally manage to open the packet and give him a few quick pumps before rolling it down his length. He hisses in a breath and lets his head roll back against the headboard. He’s not usually this sensitive, but his need for you is overtaking his normal self-control.

With a quick kiss to his jaw, you start to sink down onto his cock. He immediately opens his mouth with a soundless gasp, instantly overwhelmed. His hands desperately grab at your hips and ass, trying to guide your movement. You rock your hips feverishly, the added stimulation on your sensitive clit becoming overwhelming quickly. Hongjoong’s head finally rocks forward again and his gaze locks onto your hips gyrating, gaping mouth beginning to salivate.

“Shit darling, I’m not gonna last.”

“It’s okay Joong, I want you to cum, yeah?“ You whine back, trying to push past your overstimulation to get him over the edge. His eyes roll shut in response, grip tightening on your waist as his hips begin to thrust upwards to meet your movements. Even with his lip caught in his teeth his moans continuously slip out.

“Fuck- Fuck- I’m gon-” Hongjoong’s mouth hangs open, panting heavily as his hips shudder through a few final thrusts. He wraps his arms tightly around your middle, nuzzling his nose into your neck as he comes down from his high. You collapse on top of him, fatigued, sticky and overstimulated. You settle into each other’s breath and heartbeats for a few minutes before saying a word.

“Mmh darling, thank you.” Hongjoong mutters into your neck. You giggle in response, running your fingers through his sweaty hair.

“That’s okay, Joong. I’ve had a fun morning.”

“Same time tomorrow?”

“Buy me dinner first.” He rolls his eyes as you slowly detach yourself from him. He stands up, discarding the condom and searching for his discarded underwear. “You can take a shower if you want”

“Yeah, I may need to head into work for a bit. I technically still need to fix that song I messed up last night. Got a bit distracted after you left.”

“Well, we can clean ourselves up, have a little breakfast and then head into work. You can finish your song, and I can clean up that hell hole of a studio.”

Hongjoong scoffs and launches your dirty t-shirt at your head.

“You’re so lucky you’re cute, darling.”

A/N: Thank you for reading! <3

[lunaekalenda]

warning: smut, bath sex, fembodied! reader, pet names (love, darling, honey) it's just a general idea a drabble yesyes

Nanami's favorite part of the day is when he arrives home and gets to take a bath with you.

Apart from the way you massage his hair with shampoo and how you rub his shoulders while pouring hot water on his sore muscles, the way your moans bounce off the walls has him hypnotized. It's the hour he expects the most when he's at work.

"Slowly, darling." he murmurs, hands on your hips, guiding your body. He enters so painfully slow, so calm and serene that drives you crazy. But Kento is a calm man. "Slowly. We don't have any rush, do we?" He angles your body, letting your back rest against the edge of the bath, while he kneels on the floor. He pushes a bit more, still not inside, still mocking you.

"Ken..." his name leaves your lips like a sigh, while he moves his hips a little bit, enough to tease you. The friction he gives, the way the tip of his cock caresses your entrance, how he threatens with putting it inside but quickly going back. He knows exactly how to make you beg for him.

"Hm, darling? Is there something wrong, my love?" one of his hands freely roams around your body, caressing your sides and cupping your breasts, playing with your nipples on a way that makes your entrance clench around his tip, making him groan. He agrees with you, god, he wants to bury himself so deep inside you, to fuck yo so hard you can only moan his name, to have your hands gripped to his back, your nails scratching it from how good it feels.

But that's not the way a gentleman should act. Instead, he takes you again, and resting against the bath, he pushes you against his body.

"Do it yourself, honey. Show me what you need." his voice is way lower, darker than before. Kento looks directly in your eyes while he takes one of his hands behind his head, comfortably resting, as the other is still caressing your hips. You let yourself fall gently on him, taking all his length in a way that makes you both moan, before your hips start a slow yet strong movement against him. Ken attentively observes you, from the way the mist of the bathroom makes your skin shine, how your breasts bounce with each movement of your body, how his shaft disappears inside you. You ride him with quick pace, moving your hips to make him reach deeper inside you. Suddenly, with his hands on your waist, Kento lifts you up. He bends you over the edge, massaging your ass before enteringnin a quick, hard thrust. His voice is breathy when he speaks.

"Wouldn't be a gentleman if I let you do all the work, don't you think, sweetheart?"

[ni-kisno1fan14007]

softcore

pairing: bf!Riki x fembodied!reader

themes: fluff, skinship, touching, slight nudity, cuddling

now playing: crybaby by the neighbourhood

This wasn't how a supposed sleepover with your boyfriend was meant to go. With you knocked out cold, head resting on his bare chest, arms wrapped around him and plush things wrapped around his hips, clinging to him like a koala as soft snores and mumbles left your lips. And Riki was.. amused, large hand gently stroking your silky hair, long fingers playing with the strands as a faint chuckle left his lips. His plump lips lightly brushing against your forehead.

"Hmmm.. cute..."

The more minutes passed, the movie, that you yourself had so excitedly picked, was soon forgotten, he could only tilt his head looking down at your soft face as his curious hands slowly traced over your face down to your neck, gently feeling up the sensitive smooth skin. He couldn't help but hook his thumb under the thin strings that were holding your cami top, gently pulling it down to reveal more of your body for just his eyes. He couldn't help himself, not when you looked so peaceful, so utterly content in his strong arms. Tracing his lips down your jawline to your neck, burying into the crevice as he inhaled the scent, a slight deep groan leaving his throat at the faint hints of vanilla and strawberries lingering on your skin. Before he could even stop himself his teeth were gently nibbling on your flesh, causing soft purple bruises to bloom on your unmarked skin .. the sensation slowly jostling you awake..

"Ki.. what are you doing?"

You mumble in confusion, senses still blurry after the incredibly comfortable nap you had on top of your boyfriend, small hands gently touching his face trying to push it away cause of the ticklish feeling of his lips and teeth on your neck and collarbones. Soft tired giggles leaving your lips as you look up at him.

He could only smirk, tracing his nose against your jawline, making you let out quiet gasps. He takes your small chin between his thumb and index finger, tilting your face up, just in the perfect position for him to claim, warm breath fanning against your skin.

"Gosh.. you really are damn adorable aren't you?.. and you taste.. so so fucking good" he whispered against your skin.. lips awfully close to yours, but not yet touching. He was teasing you, and it was driving you insane.

You could only blush hard.. lovesick eyes looking up at him.. silently begging him to kiss you as you tilt your head to the side.. moving your face close to his, nose tips gently bumping against each other, your lips mere millimetres away. His arm wraps around your middle, pulling you impossibly close, your much smaller body pressed tight against his, as he was making sure that you wouldn't be able to escape. Before immediately crashing his lips against yours, causing a meek moan of surprise leave your lips.

His kiss started out soft, gently moving against yours in a controlled sweet manner, his fingers buried in your hair, pulling you towards him, as if your lips were purely his to possess. Your own arms wrapped around his neck. But he would only grow needier and needier, his kisses getting rougher, teeth gently nipping at your bottom lip, making you gasp. Your body feeling as if it was on fire the more his lips moved against yours. He slides his tongue inside your mouth, the sensation incredibly overwhelming to causing you to try and pull away, only for him to pull you right back in a strained deep whisper leaving him.

"Don't.. please.."

You open your eyes, only to be met with Riki's handsome face, all flushed, sharp gaze softened looking from your lips to your eyes in an almost pleading manner. His fluffy hair all messed up, his bangs gently swept over his eyes. He looked as if he would die without your kisses, and who were you to deny?

You connect your lips together again, Riki immediately taking control, his tongue pushing past your lips, moving against yours in an almost practiced manner, the sensation making you feel lightheaded and your skin all tingly.

His fingers travel down your body stopping at the hem of your top before slowly pulling it up, revealing more of your bare skin to his touch, as you whimper slightly in anticipation. Your own fingers travelling down his long neck to his bare chest.

This was meant to be an innocent movie date, and honestly right now you wouldn't have even cared if it turned into something more..

[miaountainmama]

capable

characters: jing yuan, fembodied!reader contains: pwp, shameless smut, gentle sex, lots of praise. he calls you beloved and bends you over his desk and also eats you out. also he's larger than you because he's like 6'3" so sorry if you're somehow his size. minors dni or i'll eat your bones

wc: 3829

a/n: FIRST HSR POST WOOOOO boothill is my man but i wrote this for my bf. he then told me jing yuan is talking to reader like a horse. everyone stone him

“The Cloud Knights are already stretched thin as they are, so I don’t think it would be wise to dispatch them for this.”

You stare unseeing at Yanqing as he reports before the stairs in front of the desk in the Seat of Divine Foresight. On a normal day, you were a gold star employee, the perfect picture of Jing Yuan’s assistant: attentive, well-mannered, and adept at many things. However, it’s impossible to focus on Yanqing from where you stand by the railing— impossible to focus on anything but the feeling of the General’s golden eyes resting upon your form. You feel yourself being picked apart by his gaze, and though you attempt to maintain a cool facade, leaning against one of the posts of the railing, you can feel your collar getting a little hot under the unwavering attention. You can feel his eyes traveling, alternating between your face and the plush of your thighs being squeezed by your shorts. It’s an exposing feeling… not that you mind.

Jing Yuan, on the other hand, seems to have no problem paying attention to two things at once. He leans forward against his desk, his honeyed stare finally moving off of your body and back to the poor boy just doing his job. You try your best not to think about the way his hands flexed around the wooden surface, try your best not to think about how they’d feel holding you down instead. Your mouth slowly twists into a sly smirk at the idea as he opens his mouth to speak.

“I see. I suppose I will take care of this matter personally, as it seems my assistant looks a little… preoccupied at the moment. I am more than capable.”

Your eyes snap to his, losing their unfocused haze, and they narrow, a little embarrassed but not entirely displeased at being caught thinking about him. He’s already looking at you again, eyes half-lidded and glinting with mirth and unspoken hunger, and you match his expression.

“Oh… more than capable? Are we underestimating me now, General? I don’t take kindly to that, you know. Perhaps I’ll need you to show me just how… capable you can be,” you purr, wrapping your fingers around the railing and tilting your head forward to look at him through your lashes. His eyebrows raise minutely before he lets out a low rumble of a laugh from deep in his chest, looking pleased at the way you responded. He shifts forward as well, lips curling upwards, and he looks about ready to tease you right back before a voice cuts through the tension.

“Of course the General is capable. He’s the General, are you crazy?” Both of you look at Yanqing, completely oblivious to the mood in the room, and you resist the urge to sigh (and/or strangle him). Still, you take the interruption in stride. You can’t fault him for being just a boy.

“Seeing is believing, and I’m sure there’s a lot the General hasn’t shown me,” you say, not missing a beat. Yanqing looks about ready to interject again, ready to defend the General’s honor, but before he can, you hear the smooth lilt of Jing Yuan’s voice interrupt.

“It seems I haven’t been entirely open with my assistant. Yanqing, you’re free to go. I’ll work out the finer details with them. We’ll take it from here.”

“Are you sure? You don’t need me here to-”

“Yes, Yanqing, I’m sure. You have the rest of the day to do as you wish. Please, leave us,” Jing Yuan says, eyes never leaving you, and Yanqing gives a short bow and a “yes, General” before following orders, softly shutting the door and leaving the two of you alone. The two of you don’t blink, staring into each other’s eyes as you hear his quick footsteps fading away.

The moment the echoes disappear, he’s on you.

He has one large hand on your thigh, the other pulling you close by the small of your back, and your eyes immediately flutter shut in triumph. Yes, this is what you’ve been thinking of, yearning for all day. Your hands are in his hair, tugging his face closer and capturing his lips in a heated kiss, thumb brushing against the mole on his cheekbone. He’s bent over, neck craning down to reach you, and he walks you back slowly to sit you on his desk. You barely notice the cool feeling of the wood against your thighs, too preoccupied with getting more, feeling more. You reach for one of the belts around his waist, wanting to waste no time, but are stopped by Jing Yuan grabbing your wrist.

“What’s the rush, beloved?” he asks in a low voice, the slightest hint of a laugh gracing his tone. He guides your hand back up to hold his face and hair again before tilting your chin up and to the side with a finger. 

Everything Jing Yuan does to you, he does slowly. Painfully slowly, at times. This was one of those times.

“General,” you whine as he goes for where your neck meets your jaw, pressing a long, lingering kiss there. Still, he remains unbothered, though he does lightly nip at the skin with his teeth.

“Jing Yuan. You know you can call me anything you like when we’re alone,” he corrects, soothing the new red mark with his tongue. Already, he’s leaving you breathless, and you nod, feeling the heat rushing through your body at the pleasurable sensation. It’s not enough, though, and you tell him as much, pulling him closer by the hips,

“Then, Jing Yuan,” you say. “Hurry up already.”

Another kiss to your neck, another gentle laugh. “I have a whole lifetime to do as I please with you. Besides, you haven't pleaded your case convincingly enough,” he says, though he does indulge you a little by unhooking the clasp around your collar. You whine again as he pushes the fabric to the side, now pressing his lips against the crook of your neck.

“Pleaded my case? What, do you want me to beg you?” you ask, hands threading through his long white hair and tugging lightly, and you feel his lips curl into a lazy grin at the thought.

“Now that doesn’t sound so bad,” he says, punctuating his words with a squeeze to your thigh. His other hand wanders, caressing the curve of your waist, sliding upwards until it reaches the cutout in your shirt above your breasts. He moves his face from your neck as he slips his hand under the fabric, returning to kiss your lips as he cups a breast and teases a nipple with a finger. Your entire body jolts forward at the touch, back arching, and you let out a small noise into Jing Yuan’s lips as he kisses you. Again, you can feel his mouth curve into a slight smile at the action.

You’re incredibly needy by this point, heart racing, and you swear you’re probably going to have a wet spot through your shorts if he keeps going at this rate. Your core is aching for sensation, for sweet release.

“Jing Yuan,” you pant, pulling away from his kiss slightly. His eyes flutter open, meeting your gaze with his own golden eyes before he closes them again and pulls you back in, seeming just as unhurried as ever. You pull back a second time, more insistently this time.

“Jing Yuan, please,” you say, and you see something flash in his expression as his eyes open to look at you again. He reaches up to touch your face, and you realize you’ve found a sensitive spot— and you’ll exploit it as much as possible.

“Please,” you repeat, lacing your voice with as much need as possible, making sure to look directly into his eyes. On the outer rim of your vision you can see his Adam's apple bob as he swallows once, something sparking through his face a second time. Once you drop a hand down to trail along his chest, he’s done for.

“How can I refuse when you ask so sweetly?” he says, looking pleased, and he maneuvers you to stand with his hands. You follow his movements without complaint, though your face does burn as his fingers hook around the waistband of your shorts and pull down. He motions for you to sit back on the desk, so you step out of your shorts and do so, feeling the cool surface of the wood against your bare body. You swear you can feel your quickened pulse between your legs as he nudges them open and spreads them slightly, and you make a softly embarrassed noise as it displays how wet you are for him to see. However, his eyes sparkle with delight, and his right hand drops down to lightly touch you. When his finger pulls away from your core, it’s shiny from slick.

“Oh… now that’s a sight to see. Mind if I take a closer look?” he murmurs lowly, and you nod, not sure what he means but willing to let him do anything to you at this point. You blink in surprise as he drops to his knees in front of you, kneeling in between your legs, and you resist the urge to close them around his head in embarrassment as he comes face to face with your heat. He reaches out to touch again, gently spreading you open with his thumb, and your breath catches at the feeling. You say nothing, opting to let him do as he pleases, and he switches to tracing the lines of your folds with his middle finger. He’s slow, careful with it, and you feel incredibly lewd as his finger gets coated with your wetness. He traces his finger down again, and with one motion sends you reeling as he sticks it inside you to the knuckle.

He looks up at you from below, taking in your face as you watch him, your breath coming out in heavy pants as you feel your walls clenching and unclenching around his finger to adjust to the feeling. He gives you a moment of brief reprieve before he’s gently pumping it in and out, finding your clit with a thumb then leaning in to latch his lips around it. You let out a strangled moan at the feeling as he sucks on it, languidly stroking his tongue across the bud, your hands flying to his hair to steady yourself as he eats you out. It feels humiliatingly good, every slow drag of his tongue around your clit and every measured thrust of his finger sending you further into ecstasy. You cover your mouth with the back of your hand to muffle your sounds, but the moment you do so, Jing Yuan ceases in his actions, slowing to a stop and pulling away to look at you. 

“I don’t intend to hold anything back, so you shouldn’t either,” he says, coaxing you to lower your hand, and he hums in approval as you return it back to his hair. “Very good. Always so good for me.” 

He dives back in, sucking and swirling his tongue around, pumping his finger, and this time, you let your shaky moan of pleasure free. His hand tightens around your thigh when he hears it, going at you a little harder, and you respond in kind, tugging at the strands of his silky white hair. You’re so worked up that he’s getting you there embarrassingly fast— your walls begin to clench around his finger, and it doesn’t help when he slides a second one in, curled just right and hitting just the right places. His unhurried pace continues even as you suddenly jerk forward, a groan of his name leaving your lips as you release all over his fingers. Your head tilts back, mouth gasping and whimpering and making all sorts of wanton noises as your body twitches from the relentless stimulation. It’s not until your moans subdue somewhat that he pulls back, resting a cheek against your thigh and looking up at you with adoring eyes. You’re breathing heavily, eyes unfocused, though they twitch a bit when he removes his fingers from inside you. He wipes them on his pants, lightly caressing your inner thigh with the other hand. He presses a kiss to the skin there as you recover at least a little bit, though he doesn’t let you waste all the time he spent preparing you. After a few more seconds he’s smoothly climbing to his feet to tower over you again.

Jing Yuan grabs you by the hips, gently pulling you off the table. His grip is firm, and despite the slight weakness in your knees, he doesn’t let you fall.

“Careful, beloved. We can’t have you hurting yourself, now,” he says, still wearing that smug, lazy smile. You hum in acknowledgement, grabbing onto him to steady yourself, and he leans down to kiss you softly before turning you around so your back is to him. He pushes at the small of your back, carefully coaxing you to bend over at the waist over his desk and tracing down your spine as you fold over. You can feel his hands massage your hips for a brief moment before they’re gone, leaving you cold and wanting for his touch. You try your best to keep your eyes straight forward, though, looking out the window behind his desk as you hear the clink of his metal belt buckles. The belts are quickly tossed beside you on the desk, followed by the sound of fabric rustling, and your heart is pounding from anticipation as you hear him take a controlled, slow breath from behind. 

A warm hand returns to your hip, and you unconsciously lean into the touch.. “Are you ready, my love?” he asks, stepping closer, and you can feel the heat radiating from him— it makes you nearly salivate, imagining just what he’s going to do to you in a moment.

“Yeah. Please,” you reply, urging him on, and he chuckles lowly before you feel him slide his cockhead along the wetness between your legs. Your eyes nearly roll back in your head at the contact you’ve been waiting for for hours, hips bucking backwards.

“Easy, now,” he says, light laughter in his voice, though it sounds a little strained. Perhaps the need is getting to him too— it’s certainly getting to you, evident by the shallow, rushed breaths you’re taking. You don’t complain though as he coats himself in your slick, knowing it’ll help it feel better in the long run and knowing he’ll take his time no matter what you do. After he deems himself sufficiently lubricated, he holds himself steady, not quite inside you yet but prodding at your entrance. He holds still, just taking in the sight, the view of you at his complete mercy, and just when you’re about to turn around and tell him to hurry up he pushes forward, slowly, not wanting to hurt you. He’s always been large, but considering how much smaller you were than him, he feels he has to be extra careful.

Your breath hitches as he splits you open inch by inch, eyes fluttering half shut as you feel the stretch. A shaky moan leaves your lips as he bottoms out, his hands going to stroke your hips to soothe you.

“There we are. You’re doing well, beloved,” he says, voice smooth and soft, and you swear that him speaking just makes you feel that much better. He pulls back, leaving just the tip in, before lazily thrusting in again— it rips a heavy moan from deep in his chest, and, true to his word from earlier, he doesn’t hold anything back. As he sets a steady, slow pace, he’s not loud by any means, but he certainly doesn’t care to muffle his noises. His occasional groans and frequent words of praise make you clench around him, which just makes him groan even more. The room is filled with your noises, his noises, and the sound of slick skin against skin— and you get even louder when he reaches around you, swiping a finger against your wetness before beginning to gently rub at your clit. Your back arches further, head tilting back, as you let out the most debauched moan you ever have in your life. Jing Yuan chuckles from behind you.

“Does it feel good?” he teases, and your head lolls forward, a desperate whimper leaving your mouth from the feeling of him both inside and outside of you. 

“Yeah,” you whine. “So good.”

He hums in satisfaction, leaning over to press a kiss to your shoulder blade and upping his pace just a little bit. He’s certainly not going fast— it’s always been his style to carefully work you towards your climax, to enjoy the buildup rather than get you there immediately. Still, it sets pleasurable fire running through your veins, and your hands clench from where they’re holding onto the desk. Every drag of his cock inside you sends you closer to the edge, your body beginning to shake slightly. Your eyes are unseeing, too caught up in the feeling of in and out, in and out, circling around, rubbing, in and out. A warm feeling is beginning to stir in your gut, a tightness forming in your core, and you nearly salivate as you want more, need more. 

“Jing Yuan,” you whimper, wanting to convey as such but not having the capability to utter more than a few words at a time. “Jing Yuan,” you try again, and you hear the smile in his voice as he gently shushes you, thumb caressing your hip.

“It’s all right, my love, I understand. I’ve got you,” he murmurs, and he begins to snap his hips deeper, still gentle but deeper. It rips a strangled moan from your throat, your eyelids fluttering, and that pleasured feeling grows tenfold. Your moans grow more frequent, more desperate, and you clench around him, trying your best to hold yourself back from cumming too fast. You’re breathing heavily, trying to control yourself, but then you feel him lean in over you again, murmuring close into your ear.

“You don’t have to hold back, beloved. Go ahead. I promise it’ll feel better,” he says, voice all warm and soft, and you take his words in stride— who are you to deny your General? A few more thrusts, a few more circles on your clit and you’re gone, neck snapping backwards as you let out a choked wail of pleasure, electricity flying through your entire body as your hands nearly leave imprints in the surface of the desk. Your vision blurs, likely due to the crystalline tears that have sprung to your eyes, and your back arches as your body seizes. Jing Yuan holds you steady, murmuring placating praises as your hips buck. He doesn’t stop his motions, fucking you through your high, and you swear your knees almost give out on you as the heat just doesn’t stop. Even once the ecstasy dulls somewhat, your moans subsiding by just a hair, pleasure remains, and you want him to keep going, keep going until you’re spent, until he’s spent, until the both of you collapse. You yourself are probably near the point of collapse at this point, legs like jelly, and, sensing this from where he’s half holding you up, Jing Yuan nudges one of your legs up so you’re half perched on his desk now.

“Careful, my love,” he says, still thrusting lazily into you, and you just whine back, now resting all your weight on the wood surface. He readjusts the hand that circles your clit to the new position, and the type of friction changes— all your nerves feel like they fry in response. Behind you, Jing Yuan’s breathing has deepened, though it remains steady and controlled. Only you know that it means he’s close— he only sounds this disciplined, this restrained when he’s trying not to cum. Occasionally, deep “mmmhh”s and “ah”s leave his lips, though they’re quiet, and Aeons, the thought of him letting go is so hot it makes your walls flutter and pulse around him. 

“Oh, beloved,” he groans at the feeling, hands tightening around your hips, and his thrusts are starting to get a bit sloppy, a little less rhythmic. The heat rises between the two of you, the air growing more frantic, and both of you are close, so close— you whimper his name, and his movements are getting shallower, a little more rapid. He leans down, pressing more of his body against yours, as if he’s suddenly desperate to feel you against him. One of his hands leaves your hip to brace himself against the desk, holding himself above you, and you can feel the feverish temperature radiating off his skin. His head lolls, a needy, strangled groan escaping his mouth, and that’s all it takes for the feeling to become unbearable again.

You come for the third time, and this time it’s the strongest it’s been— your noises reflect that. For a second you worry it sounds like you’re getting killed, but it feels so good you can’t even care. The noises are guttural, from deep in your chest, and as your hands tense you can feel Jing Yuan’s hand tense on your hip as well. 

“Ah, beloved,” he moans shamelessly into your ear, and then he’s gone too, delivering a thrust deep into you as you feel him spurt thick ropes of cum inside you. He doesn’t stop moving, still lazily grinding into you, both of you moaning, you whimpering as the pleasure plateaus and you become sensitive. Your hips jerk backwards, and he lets out a breathy, pleasure-coated laugh, following you and not letting up.

“Jing Yuan, too much, sensitive,” you gasp, and at this he finally slows, eventually coming to a stop still buried inside you. You’re panting, shaking slightly, and he hums in appreciation, straightening up with a groan and reaching forward to run a hand along the back of your shoulder. You both just stand there for a minute, breathing hard, before he sighs slightly in satisfaction and slowly pulls out, taking all his warmth with him. You make a disgruntled noise at the loss, though you know you can’t stay like this forever, and he gently rights you as well, tucking himself back into his pants. You turn to face him, sitting back on the desk while you recover, and watch as he leaves you to walk across the room, rummaging around for a second before returning with a glass of water.

“So, my dear assistant. Have I shown you how capable I can be, then?” he asks, that gleam in his eye returning, and you laugh, taking the glass from him and taking a big sip.

“Yeah. I dare say you have.”

[tsukkilody]

‧˚꒰🍷꒱༘‧— bloody muse ── .✦ leone abbaccio

cw/notes: blood a lot of it, blood play, blood eating, fembodied gn!reader, fingering, pussy eating, reader is part of bucci gang, their relationship isn't specified but personally i like them as fwb, barely edited. i had too may thoughts about period sex with this man and this happened.

wc: 2,1k

He notices you trying to hide the discomfort, but as subtle as you think you're being, it's obvious that you're in pain, cursing under your breath and flinching, clutching your lower stomach.

He understands there's little you can do about it, but he'd be lying if he said your discomfort wasn't starting to annoy him.

Clicking his tongue, he leaves the wine glass he was nursing and gets up from the kitchen table, approaching you with crossed arms. "Go rest or something other that doesn't have you squirming around."

He sounds harsh, but you know him, being able to read in between lines. He doesn't really mean it in that way; he's worried, doesn't like seeing you in pain. How sweet... too sweet coming from him.

"I'm fine, there's stuff I gotta get done an-" Your face twitches as your body contracts unwittingly, another cramp, great.

He scoffs a cynical laugh. "Yeah, I see how you're alright." He rolls his eyes before placing them upon yours again. "Bucciarati wouldn't have you doing stuff if he knew, so go rest and stop with your bullshit. He'll understand."

You sigh in defeat; he's right after all.

He hasn't moved from in front of you yet, so your eyes can't help but linger, taking in how his forearms flex against his broad chest while crossed, pale skin shining through the straps adorning the front of his coat. You swallow hard.

Your period doesn't only have you in pain but in extra neediness, and Abbacchio doesn't let this go unnoticed.

He shifts the weight from one leg to the other and takes a small step, close enough so that now he's towering over you. His frown shifts to a more relaxed expression, raising an eyebrow and the shadow of a smirk taunting to come out at the corner of his lips.

"You're staring..." He tilts his head. "More like fucking me with your eyes, I would say, not so subtle."

You can't deny the obvious. Why would you anyway? You're enjoying it, and he seems to be too.

Your body knows best as it gravitates towards him almost unconsciously. He uncrosses his arms and embraces your waist with one of them; the other travels towards your face, firmly grabbing your jaw, but it suddenly crushes you, another period cramp.

You curse under your breath as he holds you in place, and you only lean more into him, craving that so much needed warmth.

"Easy there..." He caresses your cheek with his thumb.

Enjoying too much that weird display of affection from him since it doesn't happen very often, you let yourself rest your head on the crook of his neck.

You inhale deeply, and oh god, he smells too good. It makes you want to rub your face against that spot, so you do, just before starting to leave a trail of little kisses on the base of his neck. You need to feel him even closer, your eagerness is only growing, but you click your tongue and pull apart in sorrowfulness.

His hold on you doesn't dare to falter, his brow still raised but now it's showing more confusion than anything else.

"As much as I want to... I'm still on my period..." you say, gazing away from him.

The arch on his brow curves more dramatically, the usual slightly annoyed look returning to his pretty face. "What are you implying?" Your eyes make their way to stop upon his again, he seems almost offended. "That I wouldn't want to do anything just because you're on your period? Seriously?"

That takes you by surprise. Usually, people will find it gross, that's for sure. Turns out the guy in front of you doesn't really seem to think the same.

You can’t do much but stare, your cheeks are flushed, mouth ajar trying to search for any words to say, but nothing comes up.

"Do you recall any instance of me being scared by some blood? C'mon, I've seen way worse, and you know that." His expression softens again, but it also darkens, and it makes your breath get caught for a second.

You lick your lips and faintly shake your head.

“Then let me take care of you.” His intense purple gaze pierces through you. “Heard orgasms help with cramps.” You feel his hold on you tighten, and just like that, you let him lead the way as you relax in his arms.

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In theory, it doesn't even sound that bad to him. Like he said, blood wouldn't even make him flinch, too used to it, either him or his teammates covered by it, their own or some that spilled from others.

But with it being your blood, he seems to care even less, doesn't matter period or not.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

It usually doesn’t go like this. There’s always eagerness and impatience when it comes to the intimacy you share together, the stress of your frenetic lifestyles urging your bodies to act almost instinctively when you entangle yourselves with the other, too impulsive to slow down.

But now he’s taking his sweet time with you. Must be the fact that he doesn’t want to make the pain worse, he’s there to help with it. Today is not all about carnal desire but your pleasure.

After leading you to his room and laying you down on the bed, he’s spent a good amount of time making out with you, letting you melt within his sloppy kisses and wandering hands that lifted your shirt just above your chest, freeing it. So now his mouth can focus on there, leaving a trail of black lipstick marks where his lips press and suck, while playing with your breasts, fondling them softly and circling the extra sensitive skin of your nipples, making you gasp.

The trail of black marks continues down your stomach, losing pigment as they go. It’s ticklish, in a good way. You bite your lips at the sight, watching how he hovers over the elastic of your shorts before pulling them down with your underwear.

He hooks each of your knees on top of his thighs, and when he finally gets to open your legs and take a good look at your core, it's like something awakens inside him.

It's so messy. There's something so dark and thrilling about it that brings out the most obscure and twisted thoughts to his mind. He finds himself licking his lips at the sight of your center and inner thighs shining, smeared in crimson.

There’s an image forming in his head, and he wants to see that come to life, be able to witness it with his own eyes. It's only about to get messier.

He drags one of his palms through your slit. Such direct, sudden touch tears a broken moan out of you. Thankfully, it’s just you two in the safe house.

The blood mixed with your arousal creating a beautiful contrast against the pale skin of his hand, he smears it on your thigh with a long stroke, staining your own skin with the imprint of his hand in your own fluids, almost covering your whole up and inner thigh.

He repeats the same action with your other thigh, getting you covered in blood, a delightful view, exactly what he envisioned… no, more.

You flinch again, feeling confused for a second, but it only takes a look at him to understand.

You can hear how his breath is getting heavy, the look in his eyes darkening even more if possible. He seems like a beast that just took down its prey and it’s about to devour it, which only turns you on even more, making your core ache.

With one hand, he starts circling your clit, careful not to let himself just go ravish. With the other, he toys around your entrance, barely entering it with his fingertips, gathering the blood that’s spilling from your insides so he can, once again, paint your skin with it, now grasping his fingers random lines across your stomach.

“You look so fucking hot like this…. my god” He keeps the pace around your swollen bud, but increases the pressure just a tad, enough to make your eyes roll back and for your whines to get louder.

The same two fingers that covered you in more blood make their way to your hole again, but now they don’t hesitate. He inserts them right away, making you yelp in satisfaction. He works them in a hooking motion that's hitting right on your g-spot, sending wave after wave of pleasure through your whole nervous system.

Each time he pumps his fingers, there's blood that spills out of you, pooling in his hand.

If he keeps going like this, both hands abusing your most sensitive areas, it won’t take you too long to reach your climax, but he pulls out his fingers from inside you. The ones on your clit don’t stop, though.

With said free hand, covered in your blood, he doesn’t think twice before grabbing one of your breasts, then drags it through your sternum until it reaches your stomach, staining your upper body. You exhale, mouth agape, and he looks at you as if you were the most beautiful work of art, though right now, to his eyes, you are.

When he detaches his palm from your body, he looks at it for a second. There’s just a bit of the remains of you around his fingers. An idea crosses his mind, kind of a twisted one, but it wouldn’t be the first time his mouth tastes blood, it being his own. But your blood… makes it only sound better.

He looks at you in the eyes, the fingers on your clit never abandoning you, as he puts the ones of his other hand inside his mouth, sucking on them. Your eyes shoot open. “Do—don’t do that! AH—!” The fingers that have been glued to your clit suddenly strike your insides, pounding harder than before. He stops sucking for a second, just to shush you, and you can’t help it. It is too damned hot. If you really wanted to stop him, you would.

He gets your legs off the top of his upper thighs and accommodates himself between them, facing your core, body against the bed as he lowers his head. Whites locks of his hair fall in front of his face, getting in the way. He grunts, and suddenly the greenish glowing aura that indicates he’s using his stand envelops around his body. An upper torso version of Moody Blues materializes behind him. The stand’s hands grab the annoying strands and bring them back together with the rest of the hair, holding it in a low ponytail. You observe the whole scene unfold and can’t help but scoff a little laugh in between moans since his fingers are still pounding in you.

Now that nothing’s in his way, he finally can lower his face and get his mouth in between your folds, sucking heavily on your clit. The metallic taste that mixes with your sweet arousal instantly invading his taste buds, it makes him roll his eyes and rut his hips against the sheets.

The speed of his fingers inside you grows faster. With his other hand, he grabs your shaking hips so he can keep them in place, squeezing hard.

Your skin feels like it's about to combust. You’d been on edge for too long.

One of your hands is grabbing onto the sheets so hard that your knuckles whiten, the other gets entangled in Abbacchio’s hair, brushing against Moody Blues’ its grip.

“Leone!—f-f-fUCK!” Your hips roll against his face, seeking that last bit of something to send you over the edge. He laps at your clit and pumps his fingers until they hurt, watching you get undone, screaming in bliss, body covered in his palm imprints with your own blood, one of the most intense orgasms that you’ve ever experienced running through your body.

He accommodates himself, resting on his elbows, looking at the mess he’s made of you, and a devilish smile forms on his lips. Moody Blues vanishes, letting his hair fall down again.

When you come down from your high and take in the very messy state of the man right in front of you, your stomach jumps.

“You are!—fucking crazy!” Disbelief written all over your face, but it surely happened. His glistening lips and chin covered in the remains of your blood are enough proof.

It’s definitely a sight to be seen, so sensual in a way, you gotta admit, his pale skin, long silver hair and piercing eyes, face and hands smeared in blood, just like a vampire, suits him too damn much.

“You better not keep squirming around in pain now.” He gets up and wipes his mouth with his forearm. “If you don’t want this to happen again, of course.”

[matchawoozii]

backshots w yunho bcs im officially ovulating.

i like the way you think! pairing: bf!yunho x fembodied!reader || warnings: smut, bodily fluids (sweat, cum) || wc: 310 || an: kinda short, sorry :(

the room was quiet except for the soft rustle of sheets and the subtle sound of yunho’s breath behind you. his big, veiny hands ran up and down your waist, causing you to let out a shaky breath, as he pounded into you strongly from behind.

"stay just like that,” he murmured, voice low, lowering himself to press a kiss to your shoulder as his fingers gripped your hips.

you arched your back a little more as his pace gradually increased, the heat of his skin driving you crazy. "fuck, yun-" you gasped, as he leaned in even closer, this time his lips brushed softly against your ear, and whispered,

"you're so good for me." the words were in a low growl, vibrating through you, making your skin flush with heat. his scent—the cologne you loved on him mixed with both your sweat started to fill the room, almost intoxicating in a good way.

of course, you couldn't help but left out a soft moan as your grip on the sheets grew tighter, quietly signaling how good he was making you feel. you felt completely helpless underneath him, and his grip on your hips tightened, keeping you grounding you even as your senses were all over the place.

"so—perfect f'me.." he grunted, breathing heavily as you reached your climax. he followed shortly after, letting his load drip out of you slowly. he even left some roll down your back.

there was a profound silence lingering in the air, just your breathless bodies as you two lay next to each other.

you rolled into his side, connecting your lips together for a soft but long kiss. yunho wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you on top of him, running his fingers through your hair, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, and praising you for how well you took him earlier.

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sci-fi/futuristic space AU

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲

- ship design | members rooms

synopsis : Former Noble turned space pirate, Wooyoung was now part of one of the most revered and hunted group of pirates of the galaxy. Sure he’s only known them for six months but there’s only so much you could do in a ship when you travel from one planet to the next. The ship was their home, his home…and the members of this crew were friends that he felt he was fated to meet.

But he hasn’t met one person of the crew…and he didn’t know that.

cw: n$fw, smut, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT eventual smut, slow burn, lots of teasing, mentions of assassination, thievery, space pirate stuff?, violence, alcohol, clubbing, parties, fembodied reader, polyamory, some fluff, relationships , intergalactic stuff? Spaceship things yes yes, traveling the galaxy, dark pasts, Former Prince! Yeosang , Former Noble!Wooyoung, Assassin!San and yuh space pirate roles better to read to get a grip on each characters roles || REMINDER : my works do not represent the irl members in any way, this is purely a work of FICTION.

001 | not everyone gets that privilege

002 | earned it

003 | on this ship

004 | burning desire 005 | the morning after

INTERLUDE | opening sequence

006 |

007 |

008 |

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Epilogue

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[strawbxrryhwa]

“Would you like to try something new?” - jeong yunho

pairing - jeong yunho x fembodied!reader

genre/warnings - smut! mdni. soft!yunho, top!yunho, bottom!reader, unprotected sex (no no), slight cockwarming (while yunho plays with his friends), yunho places his hand against readers throat, just soft and sweet

word count - 1.4k

a/n: this was honestly very rushed but i really just wanted to get it done with, i've been trying to finish this for what feels like forever lol

You were bored, mindlessly scrolling through your phone; the sound of your boyfriend pressing down on the buttons of his controller echoing through the room. 

This wasn’t really what you had in mind when you agreed to come over. Even though you treasured every moment spent with him, there were times like these. Moments where you were with him physically but he still wasn’t really there. 

The moment you arrived he had gotten back to playing with his friends, which he had done long before you even got there. Which lead up to right now, you scrolling mindlessly on your phone as the sound of him pressing down on the buttons on his controller echoed through the room. 

You turned off your phone, putting it down beside you with a sigh; eyes roaming around his room before landing on him. 

You couldn’t help but stare at his hands as they fiddled with the controller; veins popping out as his fingers moved to press various buttons. 

Warmth spread through your cheeks as you continued observing his hands, your thighs rubbing together. You tore your eyes away from him, sitting up on his bed while shaking your head to get rid of the sinful thoughts running through it.

“Yunho…” 

Your voice came out raspy as his name left your lips; his eyes tearing away from the screen in front of him to look over at you. “Guys, I’ll be right back.” He paused the game and muted his mic, tearing his headset away from his head and spinning his chair around to face you. 

“What’s up, love?” His voice was sweet and gentle, your nerves raising as you tried to come up with a way to tell him you were leaving. “I think,” You started, slowly moving to get out of the bed as you carefully chose the next words falling from your lips. “I’ll just head home.” 

His face dropped. A concerned look spread across his face as he got out of his seat to move towards you. “What?” Was all he managed to get out as he stopped in front of you, his arms reaching out to wrap around your body. 

“Honestly, I’m a bit bored.”

Yunho couldn’t help but let out a small laugh from your words, his worry washing away along with it. His hands reached down to slip underneath your shirt, letting them run up and down the sides of your body as he slowly swayed you in his arms.

“Would you like to try something new?” 

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When Yunho had asked you if you had wanted to try something new, cockwarming might have been the last thing you would have thought about. But here you were, sitting in his lap with him buried deep inside you as he continued playing games with his friends. 

Your head laid buried in the crook of his neck, your bottom lip between your teeth to stop yourself from making any noise and your hands grabbing at his shirt. Everytime he moved was torture, your walls clenching around him; fighting the urge to move. 

“Shit!” 

You slightly jumped from the sudden sound, clenching around him once more as his body jerked. Yunho's breath got caught in his throat from the action, fighting the urge to groan from the feeling of being so deep inside of you. 

You slightly turned your head to look towards the screen, seeing that his team lost. You could hear the yells coming through his headset, a small laugh escaping from the back of your throat, but not loud enough for his friends to hear. 

“I’m done,” Yunho started, annoyance dripping in his voice as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “This game fucking sucks.” Hearing Yunho swear didn’t happen too often, mostly during moments like these. 

You planted a small kiss against the side of his neck, letting your lips linger on his skin for a second before pulling away and resting your head on his shoulder. The action made him tighten his grip around you and you could once again feel him twitch inside of you. 

“I’m leaving, bye.” He mumbled into the microphone, tearing it off of his head as his friends started screaming at him to stay so they could play once more. But he just chuckled and threw his headset on his desk, ending the call.

Your body stiffened as he leaned back in his chair, but relaxed again as he pulled you towards him.

He leaned his head forward, pressing his nose against the top of your head as he took a deep breath. “You doing okay, love?” He whispered into your hair, his hands sneaking down to grab a hold of your ass. 

All you did was nod. Pressing yourself closer to him, once again planting a soft kiss against the side of his neck. A groan escaped from the back of his throat, his hands moving back up to sneak underneath your shirt. His hands rubbing up and down your back before settling on your hips. 

Without a word Yunho shifted in his seat, pressing his hips up. You let out a choked moan, your eyes closing tightly from the sudden movement. You could hear Yunho let out a quiet chuckle as he started guiding your hips to move up and down. 

Your hands moved to wrap around his neck, holding onto him as he continued to slowly move you up and down on his length; teasing you with the slow movements. 

Suddenly he stood up, his hands grabbing onto your ass again and your legs automatically moved to wrap around his hips. You gasped as he did so, your eyes shooting up and head moving away from his neck. 

“What are you doing?” You mumbled, the feeling of him still buried inside of you after so long messing with your head. “Bed.” Was all he said before you felt the soft mattress underneath you, Yunho's taller body leaning over yours. 

You both stopped for a moment staring into each other's eyes, frozen in place. 

Another groan slipped past Yunho's lips as he let his head fall to rest in the crook of your neck, his elbows lifting up some of his weight so he wouldn't completely crush you. 

His lips pressed wet, messy kisses on the side of your neck, teeth nibbling at the skin. You whimpered, tightening your legs around his hips and bucking yours up to meet with his. Now desperate.

“Yunho… Please.” 

That was enough for him to start moving. 

His thrusts were slow, his lips continuing to leave messy kisses up and down the side of your neck. Whimpers continued to slip past your lips, your hands tangled in his hair. 

It felt different than usual. The moment was so slow, but so intimate. You barely managed to form a single thought and no words dared to come out as his slow thrusting continued. 

He slowly picked up his speed, his thrusts becoming more desperate. His lips kissed up the side of your neck and down your jaw before they finally met yours. 

Your lips continued to move together as his pace kept building up, You were both so close, so desperate. His teeth nibbled on your bottom lip and without hesitation you slightly opened your mouth, his tongue pushing in to move against yours. 

“I love you.” He mumbled in between kisses, one of his hands moving to rest on your throat. It was a way to remind him that you were there, a reminder that you actually laid beneath him and that it wasn’t a dream. 

He moved his head back, just enough for your lips to still brush against each other. 

“I’m so close,” He planted a soft kiss on your lips. 

“I love you so fucking much.” He pressed his lips back against yours. 

He groaned as he came, filling you up and continuing to thrust into you to ride out his high. He removed his hand from your neck, letting it brush against your body as he moved it down between your bodies. One of his fingers moving to press against your clit, the feeling being enough to push you over the edge. 

Yunho's head fell down to rest on your shoulder, still buried inside of you as he took a second to catch his breath. 

“I love you.” You whispered, pressing a kiss onto the side of his head. A small smile crept up onto his lips, pressing them against your shoulder.

He pulled out, pushing himself up to reach towards the bedside table for some wet wipes. 

He made sure to clean you both up before pulling the blanket over you both and pulling you into his chest, his arms tightly wrapped around your body. 

One of his hands petted your hair as he quietly hummed, the action making your eyelids heavy; and before you knew it you had fallen asleep.

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