#it'll probably be quiet for a while

[lyxchen]

You know I really love how Squid Game pushes it's scenes so far that it makes you feel that sense of urgency and distress that the characters feel. It can easily happen that if a scene goes on for too long for the purpose of keeping you in suspense that it then gets boring or annoying. But that never happens in Squid Game. Some scenes are incredibly long, especially the games, I know I got so stressed out watching Dalgona for the first time because the scene just would not end. But that's exactly what the length of that scene is supposed to do for you. Often when you are feeling a lot of anxiety or are in a moment of intense stress everything around you can feel slower. Like time takes longer to pass. Especially when you have a time limit and still need to concentrate and not make any mistakes. And in my opinion Squid Game conveys that perfectly. The games, they drag on even though a game itself is often not that long. Red Light, Green Light has a timelimit of 5 minutes. That's so little!! But they make you feel every damn second of it while watching. I'm not sure if the actual scene was longer than 5 minutes, but it probably was. But they don't cut out stuff. Often when things happen over a span of time in shows and movies they don't add in parts where not much happens and just cut to the part that's interesting again. But in Squid Game because it is life or death and because of how anxiety can make you feel like time is passing slower every moment for the players feels so long and every moment is important. And that's what I really love in how they made the show. Because yes scenes may be going on for a long time. But they're showing you in the most realistic way possible how the players experience these moments. Add to that that there's almost no added in music like pop songs and in general there's not that much background music either. Because it would just take you out of the intensity of the scene, seperate you from the character's point of view. So a lot of scenes are very quiet in the way that every sound you hear is also a sound that a character inside the show is hearing too. Squid Game, just in the way it's made and filmed and in how long scenes take, is made to be so realistic and wants you to feel as closely as possible to what the characters themselves are feeling too. I really love this way of making a show

Btw I made this post because I realized that this doesn't just happen in the games but also outside of them. When Gi-hun is searching for the recruiter we get a montage of all of them searching, the days passing and Gi-hun ripping off pages from his calendar, but even here that montage takes longer than a montage to show the passage of time usually takes. Because it is long. They can't show us every day of Gi-hun just searching again and again but they can sure make us feel like we've just watched that. And you start out watching it thinking "oh they're gonna show us them finding him in like the next 30 second" but they don't. And there's one point where you think the montage is over but then it isn't. And you get frustrated watching it because "why can't they find the recruiter already?? This is taking so long" and that's Exactly how Gi-hun is feeling in that moment. They drag it out, they show you so much of everybody just searching and days passing and they Want you to be annoyed, because then you're really getting it. You're really getting how fucking long it took to find the Recruiter and what a painfully and annoyingly slow and exhausting process it was. And that's just another way that this show is so damn amazing!!! Because it's so fucking good at making you feel exactly what a character is feeling!! They're not just telling you "oh yeah this took long but they did it", no. They're Showing you exactly how long it took.

And suddenly we've arrived at one of my favorite story telling rules which is "show, don't tell" and I think Squid Game applies this rule really really well

(I have more rambly thoughts under the cut that have a little bit to do with this post but focus on another part of it. Also if the structure of this post feels weird that's probably because I had many different thoughts and just kinda put them where I felt they fit in best so idk, I have a hard time rereading stuff I've written so sorry if the flow of it feels off)

Tbh I think it might also be a little bit why the show appeals to so many people and why so many people go and participate in Squid Game the Challenge or that Mr Beast shit. With the way Squid Game is made and filmed to be so immersive it has the power to give the viewer that same rush of adrenaline that the players inside the show feel. But us viewers sit at home and we know we are safe and so we want more of that adrenaline. It's maybe kind of like Bungee Jumping. You get that rush, that thrill of "holy shit I'm Falling", but you know you're safe. You're doing something you would otherwise only experience right before death. And obviously that is what Squid Game the Challenge is like, because being in it you know if this was real, as in real the way it is real in the show, then you'd be very close to death at any given moment. But you're not. Because you don't die if you fail. But you still get that thrill because of that association with death without actually having to be afraid of it. And that's when it gets fun. And while I don't think that this was intended the show is partly also as popular as it is, Because just by watching it you get a little bit of that adrenaline that's fun for you because you know you're safe

Also another thought about the 'show, don't tell' point of it all. There's not that much talking happening in Squid Game. Like people obviously speak to each other but often there are also long periods of time where nobody is speaking at all. But that doesn't matter because this show is so good at showing us everything that is important without much words needed. I'm pretty sure you could watch it without sound or subtitles and still get most of the plot of it. And that's really impressive

[dandyshucks]

i'm almost a little sad that i am so deeply invested in Guz bc like... everyone else pales in comparison to him fdsjkl I feel like no other character ever has much staying power bc he is just like... My GuyTM. other blorbos may pop up here and there but Guz is forever LMAO

[sir-fenris]

A few more posts about Curse of Withering today :D, feeling happy that I am answering all that I needed to. All it took was building a blanket fort for myself as a treat. Cyrus gets one in his recovery, too, he deserves a blanket fort too.

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[leechqnsgirl]

‧₊˚✩彡‧ all the times I waited, for you to want me naked

-- you and heeseung have been dating for a while now, but he's never made any advances towards you. after tempting him numerous times and getting nothing, you confront him, wondering if the reason is because he doesn't find you attractive. but it's really just the opposite.

18+ | heeseung x fem!reader | wc: 5k | fluff, smut, confrontation scene | masterlist

warnings: language, reader has some slightly insecure thoughts, hee is down badd, kissing, making out, fingering, pussy eating, tiny handjob, piv, cumming inside

****

you loved heeseung, truly.

however, you couldn't help but feel a bit...unwanted by him.

not in a drag-around way. but more like he didn't have a desire or a need to have your body.

the two of you made out, sure, but even when you would, he'd be quick to end it.

at first you thought maybe it was because you two were still early in your relationship. maybe he was just shy.

but then that beginning turned into five months and those five months quickly became eleven.

sure, he was a bit more touchy, a bit more open to you but he didn't ever seem like he craved you.

you groan over the phone with your friend, "I mean, am I the problem?" you got to a point where you had to talk to someone about it. because you weren't even just hurt anymore. you were confused too, more than ever.

"I doubt it." your friend stated. "y/n, have you even tried talking to him?" you bit your lip. "well...no?"

you could hear her sigh disappointingly. "then you might be the problem." she teased over the line, "again. I doubt it. if anything, he's so in love with you! I see it, okay. and in all honesty, I thought you two were already getting it on." you could practically visualize her leaning back into her chair as she says that.

you felt yourself get a bit flustered, closing your eyes as you took a breath in.

"I just don't know what to do now. like is this normal? your boyfriend wasn't like this right?"

she chuckled, "my boyfriend? he cant last a day without getting his dick wet." you groaned. "what is it gonna take for heeseung to be like that." you whined, lying down on your bed.

"look, I have an idea but I don't really know if it'll work."

--

It's been a week since the phone call with your friend. and her plan seemed absolutely ridiculous to you.

according to her, if you tempt heeseung enough, he'll eventually let go and have you.

did you believe that? not exactly.

there's already been a handful of situations between the two of you where any regular man would've fucked you right then and there. but heeseung? nope. it's like there's some sort of curse on you.

or at least that's how you like to put it.

you eventually gave in to trying your friend's idea.

your first attempt was during a movie night. heeseung had called you up saying how he found a movie you two should watch together.

usually you'd settle for one of his tees and some pajama pants. but this time, you wanted to switch out the shirt with a tight low cut tank top, and considering how the weather was changing, you could always say it was just too hot for a t-shirt.

oh, and you'd also decided to go braless.

it was around 8:30 when heeseung arrived at your place.

giving you a kiss on the cheek as he walked in, he asked if everything was ready for the movie.

when the two of you sat down together on the couch, you could tell he put a tiny distance between you and him. not on purpose surely...right?

you let out a quiet sigh, scooting over a bit to cuddle into his side. you had your head on his chest and a hand on his thigh.

it was probably ten minutes into the movie when you noticed he wasn't touching you at all.

either it's working right now or I just made him super uncomfortable... you thought to yourself.

about to call out his name, but you decided against it. instead grabbing the arm that he rested off the top of the couch behind you and placing it on you. leaving it so his hand was around your hip.

you could've sworn you heard his breathing pause.

you're taking this movie night as a success for your first attempt.

--

now for try two you wanted to go a bit more out of the box.

you and heeseung just came home from a dinner date. he took you out for a nice night drive then surprised you with a booked seat at a fancy diner.

he was sitting up against the headboard of your shared bed. you walked over to where he was, pulling your hair to the side. "hee, can you help me with my dress?" you asked, turning so your back was facing him. "sure, baby."

now, usually he'd do it for you and you'd go to change in the bathroom.

and maybe that was the problem. it was little habits of yours like this, that he could've take it as you were hiding yourself or you didn't feel ready around him.

that's not it, really. you were just never used to changing with someone else in the room. but tonight you realized, you don't mind if that someone else is him.

walking over to your drawer, you pull out a large shirt of his. your back still turned towards heeseung, because yes, you were still a bit nervous with this whole plan. you don't think you'd be able to do this facing him. not yet, at least.

you slip off your dress and pull the shirt over your head.

and again, you could've sworn you heard him make a small noise. something akin to a quiet gasp.

he had already changed into his comfortable clothes.

laying beside where he was sitting on the bed, you could visibly see him swallow down nothing. his throat felt dry. and he felt bugs in his legs, like he just had move. but he really didn't want to. he really really wanted to just be able to hold you tightly against him as you two fall asleep. but he's afraid something might interrupt the moment you two could be having.

"I'm tired, hee...are you gonna sleep soon?" he nods his head, "y-yeah..." he clears his throat, standing up.

"i'm gonna use the bathroom real fast."

furrowing your brows, you tilt your head. "okay...come back fast babe. I wanna sleep." you said innocently. knowing you meant it to be everything but.

he was there for ten minutes before you went over to the door. just as you were about to knock, you heard him mumble something along the lines of, "get it together..."

you had to cover your mouth from the giggle you wanted to let out.

did you always have an effect on him and never realized? or is it just because of tonight?

--

your third attempt was when you two went shopping.

you'd been complaining about how you needed new clothes to heeseung. so he agreed to take you out to the mall over the weekend.

only problem? you never told him what kind of clothes you needed to buy.

now again, it really was habits the two of you had built up that were to blame.

whenever you'd go shopping for your own undergarments, you never really invited heeseung into the store with you. but he never asked to come in either. so when you walk into the store, he'd say he'd go to another and see if he can get himself anything while you shop for your personal belongings.

but this time, when you two arrived in front of the store, you didn't let go of his hand that you were holding.

"heeseung, do you wanna come with me today?" you asked, unblinking as you looked up at him.

he brought a hand up to scratch behind his ear, a habit of his for when he was nervous or undecided.

"i-i don't know...I mean, do you need me to?" he sounded nervous. you suppose you're meant to take that as a good thing.

you hold his hand tighter. "all my friends say they do this with their boyfriends.." you said upsettingly, putting on a faux pout. you aren't fully faking your disappointment. you do want him to come inside, but if guilt tripping works. then hey, fake it till you make it...right?

you could see from the look in his eye that he was fighting with himself.

he sighed. "okay. fine. even though i've never met a guy who even goes into these stores with their girlfriends." he said under his breath, hand sweating in your hold.

the two of you walked in and the store was quite busy today. girls hoarding every corner and it seemed like all the changing booths were full.

making your way through the store to where you needed to be, you eyed a few couples in there together. nudging heeseung when you pointed at them.

"see baby, guys do tag along!" he gave you a strained smile, nodding slightly.

starting off at the perfume section, you went though many scents. spraying some on tester cards and some on your wrist or neck for him to smell.

soon enough you made your way over to the sleepwear and undergarments area. you grabbed a few, heeseung offered to hold them for you, while you told him that you wanted to make your way over to the fitting rooms.

heeseung handed you all the clothes you picked out with a red face. as you took them from him, you looked at him with a brow raised.

"um...hee?" he looked at you, croaking out a quiet, yeah?

"come in with me, I need your opinion on the stuff I picked." you could see his eyes visibly widen. he cleared his throat.

"y-you want me to join you?" he knew he probably looked like a tomato by now.

you nodded your head. "well I don't have another boyfriend, do i?" you teased, tugging him by his jacket sleeve into the fitting booth.

after locking the door to the room, you offered for him to take a seat on the stool inside.

you hung up all the pieces of clothes and sets you chose on the rack and began taking off your top.

you could practically feel him get tense before you saw it.

soon enough, you slid off your shoes and shorts that you were wearing. now leaving you in just your bra and panties.

you started with a dark red lingerie sleep dress that caught your eye earlier. it went to your mid thigh and had lace trimmings around the chest.

you turn around from facing the mirror to look at heeseung.

but he was already looking at you.

you waited a few seconds before calling his name, he was clearly not paying attention to your face. his eyes glued to your body.

"heeseung..? how is it?" now he looks into your eyes. his tongue shooting out to wet his lips.

"i-its um, you know, it's nice." he said, running a hand through his hair.

you roll your eyes. sighing before turning around to try on the next item.

you showed him a few more.

you could tell he was only getting more restless and maybe even more impatient by the minute.

it wasn't until you tried on the last set that you could tell he's really had enough.

it was a delicate three piece that consisted of a white bra, underwear and a sheer mesh cardigan that really didn't cover anything. not that it was meant to anyways.

by the time you turned to show him this set, he was facing the ground. his hands tried their best to cover his groin without attracting any attention to the fact that he was trying to hide his half hard cock. you, however, didn't catch this.

before you could ask your repetitive question of how does this one look? he suddenly stood up.

"does this store have a bathroom?" your eyes widened, because there was no way he just asked that.

"this is a lingerie store...why would they have a bathroom?" he sighed, reaching a hand into his pocket. "take my card, purchase whatever you want and I'll be back."

he left his card on the stool. and before you could even utter out the sound of a letter, he was out of the room.

left standing still in pure shock, you began undressing to put on your own clothes again.

did i do too much?

god, he probably thinks I'm a crazy person. you thought to yourself.

you slid his card into the back pocket of your pants, choosing only a few pieces from the many you picked out to buy, leaving the remaining ones in the room.

thankfully the line was short now, you quickly bought everything then made your way out the store.

you saw heeseung walking back towards the entrance of it. once he made it over to you, he took the shopping bag out of your hand and shoved the empty hand in his pocket.

fuck.

--

the whole car ride was quiet. tense.

and when you made it back to your apartment, he was saying something about how he wanted to take a shower.

before he could rush away, you call out for him.

you drop your purse on the ground, sighing loudly.

"you're impossible." he turns his body slightly to fully face you.

"what?" you shake your head. "you make no sense, heeseung." you pause before you continue, trying to collect the right words.

"I mean, eleven months heeseung. we've been together for eleven months." he brings a hand up to scratch his neck.

"what are you talking about?"

"you love me, right? you think i'm-i'm kind and funny and beautiful. right?" you felt your voice start to raise just the slightest.

"of course-" you dropped your hands to your sides dramatically.

"then why don't you want me? or even crave for me?" he paused when you said that. he could see your eyes gloss over a bit.

"everyone I know, heeseung, everyone has basically done it with their boyfriend already. and I'm not saying we have to do that to have a healthy relationship but I mean if you didn't wanna have sex then just tell me!" you take a moment to breathe.

"but I know you want to have sex. m-maybe not with me but I know you've had it before, with your exes. and I don't care about them right now. but, god, it's just killing me inside because," you had to calm down. you don't even know why you're getting so worked up. you've always felt this way, yeah, but, you usually just deal with it.

it seems like this time...you just can't.

"because it has me thinking I'm the problem." you see him open his mouth to say something but you beat him to it.

"what is it? am I just not attractive in that way? or hot? or d-do you have someone else?" you whispered out that sentence because even you knew that wasn't true. it was just your own thoughts that were eating you now. consuming you whole and leaving you a broken and crazed mess in front of your boyfriend.

the whole time heeseung was standing still, he didn't know what to say. did you really feel this way this whole time?

he shook his head. "never." he stepped closer to you. "there's never going to be someone else." he sighed.

how do i even explain this to her? he thought.

he sighed, "it's really embarrassing..." he said quietly.

"what?" you sniffled, furrowing your brows.

he rubbed his eyes with the heels of his palm. "it's not you, baby, I promise. a-and I had no idea you felt like this." you gave him a blank stare, wanting to hear what he'll say next.

"I'm a coward, y/n. I...I feel so much for you, in so many different ways I just, I don't know how to show it sometimes. and I get nervous. I get scared I won't be able to impress you or be what you deserve." he shifted his gaze from your eyes to the floor.

"you are the prettiest girl ever. really. I mean, no one I've ever met or dated makes me feel this way."

"and I don't wanna seem desperate or horny to you. the last thing I'd want is to make you think all I want from you is your body." now he moved right in front of you, holding both your hands in his.

"i'm obsessed with you, baby. the way you walk, the way you talk and smell and just exist." he presses a kiss to your lips, muttering a small apology. one you knew that its meaning was meant to be louder than its volume.

he lets go of your hands as he goes in for a second kiss. his own hands are everywhere but nowhere at the same time.

he wants to touch you. to feel you. but he doesn't want to move too fast.

getting impatient, you grabbed his hands and placed them on your waist.

breaking away from the kiss, you whispered into his ear, "touch me, heeseung. please."

his knees buckled at that, he had to physically bite back a moan. he moved one hand to the back your head with the other still on your waist. he pushed your head further against his. your hands tangled into his hair and neck, pulling at the hairs on the back of his head whenever he'd bite your lips.

yes, the two of you have made out before and its gotten heated. but this time? it felt so much hotter knowing that there isn't some sort of barrier between you two anymore. knowing that soon enough, he'll have you on your back moaning out his name.

he pulled away from the kiss, ushering the two of you to the bedroom.

he gently pushed you onto the bed, going back in for another kiss.

he moaned, the realization of everything finally dawning on him when he had you under him. all hot and bothered.

"heeseung," you called out to him, "what's wrong?"

he hadn't even realized that he froze for a good few seconds, but when he came back to you, he started trailing kisses down your neck.

"mm, nothing. sorry, baby." he mumbled in between kisses.

when he reached your collarbone, he tugged on the piece of fabric that was your shirt.

"can I...?" you nodded your head, voice too weak to speak right now.

and so with that, he gently pulled your shirt over your head. softly gasping at the sight of your upper body nearly bare.

his hands traced your sides, your stomach, everywhere.

he brought his kisses lower now, to the hem of your pants. this time he didn't ask you, he started slowly sliding your pants down. giving you time for if you suddenly changed your mind.

you never did. and he was so thankful for that.

he felt crazy. insane even. seeing you in just about nothing, only some pity pieces of clothing.

you were so beautiful, he couldn't believe he's never had you like this earlier.

but in the middle of everything, he can't help but feel that anxious and unsettling feeling arise again.

its not your fault, never. it's his and his busy minds'. its thoughts that occur like, if he's good enough for you, can he please you, and whatnot.

"mm, hee..." you squirmed shyly under his gaze.

his eyes quickly flew over to your face, he chuckled quietly. "'m sorry, baby."

heeseung works on his own clothing now, hastily ripping them off.

now, left only in his boxers, he drags a hand over to your clothed pussy.

fuck, he couldnt believe this.

he was touching you right now. him. not anyone else.

his finger presses down on your cunt, making your legs twitch just the slightest.

he starts rubbing small circles over your clit, his other hand gripping the sheets beneath you two.

god, he really wanted to just strip you naked and fuck you stupid. but no. he had to have patience, he didn't want your first time to be a quick fuck. he wanted to have time to get to know your body.

what you love, what you hate, what makes you wet.

he needed to know it all.

he hears you whine out a wait, pushing his hand away from you. he was confused at first, until he saw your slide off your panties.

"y-y/n?" you bit your lip, closing back your thighs.

"hee, I need you to touch me. please." and how could he refuse? with your eyes staring at him all wide, your brows furrowed and your lips chewed up.

your lips. gosh, your lips. he had to kiss you.

crawling up a bit, his lips meet yours. he groans into the kiss when you bring a hand up to his hair.

with your tongues clashing and heavy breathing audible in the room, heeseung brings one hand down and pushes your thighs open a bit.

you lay back on the bed, him still above you.

"baby, I'm gonna start with my hands okay?" he assures, eyes scattering all over your face.

a bit shaky, you nodded your head.

the way he pressed his fingers against your bare warmth made your mind hazy.

you bit your lip, a muffled moan coming from you. and when heeseung started rubbing you, you threw both your hands over your face. the shyness and slight insecurity of the way that you might look got the better of you.

heeseung pulled away from you. "h-huh?" you lowered your hands when you heard a whine from him.

"baby, please can I see you? I need to, I wanna see you come undone for me. please?" he was shameless with the way he begged, voice never even wavering.

and you felt the heat rise up to your face, eyes wide as you processed his words in your head.

his hands went to grab at your wrists. "just...relax."

again you nodded your head.

and just like that he went back again, but this time, his movements were a bit more restless. less patient.

he spreads your legs wider, wanting to get a better view.

his empty hand went to your still bra clad chest. he huffed at the feeling of this fabric under his hands.

getting the hint, you sat up a bit, bringing two shaky hands to take it off.

and he whimpered at the sight. he shut his eyes for a few seconds, letting out an unsteady breath.

he immediately brought his mouth over to your chest, pressing open mouth kisses around your tits but never touching your nipples.

you gasped at a sudden intruding but pleasurable feeling.

he finally stuck two fingers in you, and placed his mouth on your right tit. sucking it, running his tongue all over it as he kept a nice pace on your cunt.

"fuck!" you arched your back, shutting your eyes.

he continued this, switching from left to right but never moving his hand from your pussy.

"heeseung! heeseung, baby-" you cut yourself off with a moan, "im gonna c-cum, please baby." you tangled a hand into his hair, pushing him further into your chest. if that was even possible.

trembling thighs shut themself around his hand as you knocked your head back onto the pillows, moaning loudly as your orgasm hit you.

he groaned against your chest, trapped still by you in every way.

finally, he lifted his head from your chest, moving his fingers out of your cunt.

he looked you right in the eyes as he brought them to his mouth. groaning at the taste of you.

everything he was doing, these were the things he dreamed of doing to you.

still dazed, he doesn't even realize your hands cupping his clothed cock. his body jerks at your touch, a gasp leaving him.

"hee, can you take it off?" you asked shyly, hand still groping him.

he let out a shaky breath, nodding his head as he quickly tugged them down. throwing them somewhere on the floor along with the rest of your clothes.

your eyes widened, you never realized he was this big. if anything, you never really thought about his dick size despite the many fantasies you'd have about him pounding into you, making you go dumb.

you spit into your hand, stroking his cock slowly. you had to get a feel for it, you needed to know how he looked and felt. you needed to.

he moans at the contact, his hands balling into fists. if he didn't know any better, he would have shoved himself down your throat already. but no.

he had to be patient.

it wasn't until you kitten licked his tip that he gently pulled you off him.

"no." he breathed out. "fuck- no, im sorry baby." he says a bit kinder this time.

"i-if im gonna cum, i need it to be in you. I don't wanna cum anywhere else. nowhere else besides that cute cunt. okay?" he pushed you by the shoulder back to laying down.

his hands were shaking. because of nerves, impatientness, excitement. he didn't know.

before he lined himself up, he leaned down to your face. pressing his lips against yours.

his cock brushed against your entrance. he moaned at the feeling.

"oh, y/n." his brows furrowed, he almost looked like he was in pain, in the hottest way ever. "oh, baby, you have no idea. do y'know the amount of times i've had to get myself away from you? because if i didn't, i think i would’ve fucked you one too many times." he chuckles airily.

his tip teases you. "i can't even count how many nights i'd stay up, tugging at my fucking dick to the thought of you." he eases himself in, slowly.

"i'd get fucking hard at anything you do. it's so embarrassing, baby."

hes halfway in, biting back a groan.

"fuck, and when we would make out? the way you'd moan and whine into my mouth had me nearly creaming my pants."

he bottoms out now, throwing his head as his grip on your hips becomes bruising. but in the best way possible.

everything he was telling you had your eyes shutting tight and rolling back.

you never knew any of this. you never would've expected it.

he starts thrusting now, hips strained as he tries his best to go at an even pace.

"and f-for you to think i don't find you hot? or attractive? fuck, that i dont wanna have sex with y-you?" he whines quietly at the end, his hips speeding a bit.

"that made me feel like shit. the last thing i want is for you to think i don't want you." his thrusts kept the same pace but roughened up. slamming into you every so often.

"heeseung." you whimper. "heeseung, i'm sorry, im sorry, i should’ve t-told you." your eyes were getting watery, everything was getting to you.

the pleasure, the pain, the emotion.

he presses a kiss to your jaw. "shh, no, baby. don't be, okay?"

his grabs your hips closer to his now, quieting down as hes focusing on fucking into you, plummeting his hips as you scratched at the back of his shoulders.

you felt yourself get close, pleasureable tears pricking at your eyes.

you squeezed them shut, throwing your head back.

"y/n-" he breathes in deeply, "look at me, baby. c-can you look at me? i wanna-, fuck, i need to have your eyes on me." he groans, bringing a hand to the back of your head, fingers tangling into your hair as he moves it to face him. "I need to see you."

you moan at the feeling of his hands on you, your legs locking behind his back.

"c-cum." you softly whine out.

"what?" he's out of breath, sweat dripping from his temples. "cum. c-cum in me, hee, please. d-don't pull out."

fuck, you might actually kill him.

"you want me to cum in you?" he may have been talking to you, but you knew he was repeating the question to himself.

you nodded your head, bringing a hand to cup his left cheek. "mhm, baby, I love you. s-so much." your voice was shaky when you let out the words. and he felt weak from them alone.

your warm cunt, your beautiful sounds, your pretty face.

it was all you, you, you.

you were always in his mind. you never left it, to be honest.

"f-fuck! baby, I'm gonna cum." he moaned out, "cum with me, okay? please baby, I need to feel you cum with me..." heeseung kept rambling filthy nonsense into your ears, his whiny voice only bringing you closer.

and it wasn't until heeseung was whimpering out a pathetic repetitive mantra of I love you's that he finally came, with you following him.

he dropped his head onto your shoulder, broken sobs leaving his throat despite not a tear falling from his eyes.

it just felt that good to finally have you.

slowly, he pulled out of you. his sticky cum falling out of you a little bit. he groaned at the sight before flopping onto the bed beside you.

the two of you stayed quiet for a bit. catching your breath.

heeseung ran both his hands in his hair, moving it out of his face. you were stuck in your spot, too used up in the best way. too tired to move.

he turned his body sideways to face you.

"I was serious, y/n. I love you. and I'm so fucking sorry for making you feel that way. its never been like that. ever. I promise you, baby."

you smiled, reaching a hand out to rest on his face.

"it's okay. i'm just glad we were able to get through it."

heeseung nuzzled into your touch, breath coming out a bit shaky at your touch. he loved it, he loved the warmth that came with it. he loved it all.

heeseung stood up, grabbing his boxers off the floor as he walked out the room. saying how he was going to get you two some water and something to eat.

when he came back a few minutes later, he had more than just the food.

he had the shopping bag. the one that was full of your newly bought lingerie.

he tossed the bag on the bed by your feet.

"I'm gonna need to see these on you again so I can give you my real opinion."

you giggled, grabbing the glass of water he handed you.

"you sure you won't get all nervous again?"

****

extra notes: so like half way into this i realized someone posted a fic with a really similar plot, i promise im not copying or anything and i tried to contact the writer but her account is down :\

again, full respect to her and her work and i did NOT plagerize. hope u enjoyed the fic :) ♡

[dilf-docs]

My Baby's Fit Like A Daydream

husband!pedro pascal x younger!reader

summary: your relationship is finally out to the world. now, pedro and you will explore what it feels like to have your love out in the open.

warnings: 18+ (minors dni), age gap, smut, FLUFF, the empire of bad humor strikes again, hurt/comfort bc all roads lead back to angst, a brief mention of bodyshaming, this is lowkey pwp my bad, dirty talk, fingering, p. in v., bathroom sex ijbol, exhibition kink (they be fucking everywhere but in a bed), degradation kink (he calls her a slut twice), the one and only creampie (twice), so naturally: breeding kink, ALSO pls stop the husband!pedro reqs, i beg. a delulu girl can only take so much 💔

word count: 10,991 words

side note: not one but two requests to be fullfilled! this is as a sequel to call it what you want. also, spam time: i happen to write in wattpad as well, and i have a pedro pascal social media fic going on :) but it's on spanish tho. if u speak the language and would like to tune in, read it here AND spam again but speaking of the ptwt dynamic, why don't we become moots? check my (new) stan twitter account here (i had one in 2022 that i had since 2016 but entered a crisis and deleted it lol)

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The news had spread like wildfire.

As soon as you hit the red carpet, hand on hand, rings finally on display―shining under the spotlight, your phone had been blowing up nonstop: every show, podcast, tabloid, news outlet and social media had been talking about it. California had turn into an easter egg playground; everyone was eager to know it all.

(They had found the church where you married, the dress boutique, jewelry shop where Pedro bought the rings―the employees ratted him out, even sharing pictures of the moment, your husband posing with them without knowing of the future treason. They too had found the place where the reception took place, and even the name of the priest who had married you, but he refused to give the hungry press any details. God Bless)

In short, it had been a hell of a week. You figured dissapearing for a while was for the best, but with some interviews still left, that option had been discarded. Still, doesn't mean you couldn't retreat for a couple of days to the tranquility of your home while it was time to show up again. Well, as peaceful as it could get, since reporters were camping near your house and roaming around Hollywood Hills like vultures; the neighbour's nagging was just another layer of problems in your shit cake.

"I'm sorry, Louis. Walks will be postponed for a while" you talk to your cat, but the lazy bastard just stretches and lays down again. "Yeah, I can see you're affected. Don't cry"

"It's not the cat's fault" Pedro emerges from behind, "don't take it out on him"

He takes a sit next to you, two mugs in hand. He gives you the one with a chocolate steam, a souvenir he bought when you visited your home country last summer. You wonder if that's a trip you'll ever be able to make again.

"I'm not. Just- It's horrible that I can't even go outside my own house and walk the same roads I've walked in four years because the press is hidden with cameras in, I don't know, bushes!" you exclaim, quiet rage carried within your words. "It's unfair, really. All I want is to walk my damn cat without a flash up my ass"

Pedro nestles his face in your neck, nose carressing the skin. Giggles leave your lips, the sensation ticklish.

"It'll pass. It always does" he says, voice assuring, probably because he's used to the violation of privacy, but you're not. Getting bigger, is this the price to pay for making a name for yourself and claiming out loud who you love?

"I hope so" you murmur above the quietness of your home, a sound as eerie as fake, devoid of it's tranquil nature as a world of invasion awaits outside.

"Do you trust me?" Pedro speaks, voice unwavering. He holds your gaze, steady brown challening your shaky orbs.

"I do" you speak up, yet you wish you could believe it. You believe in him, there's no question to that, but do you believe in yourself? That the love you'd put out to the world would be treated with the same care and respect you have treated it in secret? For a fleating moment, you miss the secrecy.

"Then trust me this will be over sooner than expected" he presses a kiss to your lips, soft and sweet, feeling remanents of chocolate he licks away, as you mockingly yell ¡Qué sucio! but it's devoid of malice. "In time, this will become another anecdote we'll share with our kids, and laugh with our grandkids when we get older"

You smile, feeling tears in the corner of your eyes. Oh, doesn't he turn you into a pathetic sappy wife?

"Well" you sniffle, giggling to push back the tears away. "About the old part..."

He playfully kicks your side. "Uno ya no puede ser romántico, que le salen con estas cosas. Your generation could use some respect, you know?" (one can't simply be romantic anymore)

Pedro gets up, picking the mug from your hands as both rings brush together, the gold shinning under the morning Californian sun.

"And your generation could take a joke" you quip, lips curled up like you hadn't in weeks.

"Very funny, y/n. Thought you loved me" but then he's pressing a kiss to your temple like kissing you once isn't enough, promising to return after washing down the mugs.

"I do!" you shout to his dissapearing broad frame as he enters the kitchen, and he playfully makes a dissmissing move with his palm.

The laughing dies when your phone chimes next to you.

You shouldn't really, but the curiosity that draws you in is as intense as a magnet. The phone burns on its position, screaming for you to open it, despite being told by your husband that the best was choice was to ignore it until the buzz had died down, but you're afraid the turmoil isn't nowhere to be finished. Comments can be mean, he'd said, they can hurt you. Pedro said he'd learn with time to ignore it, but he was experienced. You weren't, so naturally, as your husband and protector, he wanted to shield you from the pain.

Although, both of your fandoms had been pretty supportive of your relationship, some user even claiming to suspect it, making threads full of easter eggs and connections that validated the theory which was now a reality. I've connected the dots, followed by pictures of you sharing wardrobe, slips on interviews, similar backgrounds in your posts across social media, and of course, the two Gladiator Ii interviews. Many resorted to making edits or screaming over your pictures in the premiere, demanding for more content you had yet caved in to share (there was a gigantic carpet of evidence sitting heavy in your cloud).

So, in a way, this support made it hard for you to truly dimension the hate Pedro warned you about: all you saw was fans being happy and showering you with love, making paparazzi to be the only problem as for now.

That's it.

You cave in, turning the phone on as you bite your lip, searching first your Instagram: a bunch of new followers, many with variations of ispunk on their usernames, as well as a swarm of comments on your recent posts. There's a small voice in your head telling you to turn away, but your thumb moves without thinking, clicking on pictures of the red carpet―a carrousel of you and then a picture of you both at the end, one fans had been gushing about the last couple of days, rings on display, practically up their noses. You were smiling, and Pedro was looking at you fondly, his other hand holding Lux but his gaze never leaving yours; he was too perfect to be real―yours.

You unconsciously smile at the captured moment, love obvious on your faces, so you open the comments, thinking it would be the same support or love radiating of the comment.

But boy, weren't you wrong?

It was all the same, support lost between waves of hate. Variations of bodyshaming, age shaming and even gold digger claims were on full display across the comment section. "She's ugly" "In it for the money, am I right?" "I thought Pedro had better taste, lol" "She got the role in Gladiator II because of nepotism. Or cocksucking" and then a cruel answer that read "Right, threesome with Ridley. Ew, what a whore!"

Worst of it all, some even had Pedro profile pictures, or usernames and accounts dedicated to him.

Your heart was beating like crazy, chest heavy and hollow, face red with emotions you couldn't quite place (embarrasment? fear? rage? sadness?) as you kept searching across Twitter*, doing a quick skim of the trendings that included you. The same hate speech pattern was all over the timeline, some betting for divorce in a couple of years (even months!), while others took their time dissecting your looks and relationship. As if they knew. Long gone were the edits and harmless threads: the hate wave was here to stay. Some where even being a bit racist, the irony of it all, being Pedro himself was latino and didn't shy away from it, rather proud as he didn't miss an opportunity to shot out his dear Chile. Or any social issue, as a matter of fact, very vocal on his political beliefs.

This was fucking ridiculous, and if the cameras were an issue, this swarm of negativity is what really took a toll on you, the flashes as you went grocery shopping now barely a scratch. No, this was worst. All you wanted to do was cuddle in a blanket while wearing one of Pedro's shirts and dissappear. Too much noise. Too much hate. You can feel it creeping up your body, tainting your soft curves, wrinkles, acne scars and face. It's like rough hands, tugging harsh, ripping your vocals because you can't scream; no words to express this pain.

You knew one day it would come, but never imagined the hurt and to what extent people were capable of. Cruelty. Dissecting your life and body like it was a show for them to be entertained: your marriage was a circus and your body a joke.

It hurt their condescending dismiss of your love, questioning as if the gap were only numbers and not a pillar of your relationship that made you and Pedro closer, despite the bridge in age. You were reduced to a middle-age crisis, and he to a filthy man pinning for a younger girl. Your body was turn apart, despite no real flaws existing. Humans are meant to be so, not perfect, but real, and that was the problem: you had turn into an object―a target for their dards to pierce through.

Your body shakes violently with cries, deafening your ears that you don't hear when Pedro walks in.

"Why are you crying?" he rushes to your side, panic on his voice. "What happened? Are you hurt?"

You barely manage to shake your head, and then his eyes scan all over your features, until they land on the phone on your hands. The worry turns to anger as he asks:

"You looked at them, didn't you?"

He isn't yelling, but it would be better if he did. This contained fury, fading into dissapointment, as if you were a naive child scolded by their parents makes you feels small and stupid, as if you knew no better.

"I'm sorry-" you manage to choke out among tears, "I know you told me-"

"I told you" he interrupts, words laced with wrath, "so this wouldn't happen. See what happens?"

"Why are you talking to me like it's my fault?" you yell, and Pedro sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose in irritation. "I didn't ask to receive all this! Do I deserve the death threats, shame and hate?"

He walks past you, and it's like a slap to your face. Was he going to behave like this? Didn't it matter how you felt, or was it something childish that could be brush to the side like nothing? Insecurities you hadn't even think of come crashing down on you, doubts creeping up and attacking you from all sides. It's horrible. You try to hold onto the good memories, praying you don't loose him. You can't. You just can't.

"Answer!" you demand, tears spilling like a broke dam.

"I was just closing the windows. Or do you want to fuel the talk, huh? Give the hungry hoard more to bite?" Pedro then stands to hold your gaze, and you hate that you can't place his emotions. Anxiety corrodes your brain: was this really the beginning of the end?

"Do I?" you dare to speak up, and even if its loud, it comes out drowned, the exhaustion from the emotional turmoil taking its toll on you. "Do I deserve it?"

"No, you don't, carajo!" Pedro bursts. "You don't deserve any of that, which is why I didn't want you looking at those things!"

He sighs, realizing the anger is misdirected.

"I'm sorry"

Your broken wails are the only thing to be heard. He hates himself for being a part of it, even if not the biggest.

"No, I'm sorry for being so stupid" you sob. "I-I just wanted for people to be as happy for us as I am with you"

"Come here" but he's the one cutting the space to embrace you.

His scent calms a part of you, body still rocking with violent shakes.

"You're not stupid. Nor ugly, or any of those things people are calling you. No, mi amor. You're beautiful, smart and talent. They fail to realize I'm the lucky one. So please, don't be hard on yourself, yeah? I can't bear to see it. Less if I know it's not true. You didn't ask for it; you don't deserve all that bullshit"

He presses a kiss to your temple, arms that hug you tighter holding you close close up to the point his heartbeat melts within your own.

I won't let you go. You won't fall as long as I got you.

"We'll get through this, yeah? Think of the future, and what's to come. It's hard, that I know, but let us enjoy the moment. Life is too precious to waste it away" he brushes stray tears with his thumb, softly and full of love that words aren't enough to express. "I'm here" the out loud, "and I'm not going anywhere. That's a promise"

Later that day, Pedro posts a carrousel of unseens, even one of your wedding (a video of your first dance), telling people to leave you alone. That he loves you, and that no malicious news, fans or comments will ever change that―suck it energy laced within his rageful statement.

Safe to say, in the next weeks, hate is barely a small voice whispering in the back of your neck, one that hushes down with each kiss and/or words uttered by your one and only devoted husband.

mandoshoney: y/n protection squad pull up, we ride at dawn starlightt180: unhing3dprincess WHERE ARE U??? PTWT IS IN SHAMBLES AND NEEDS U MY SHAYLAAAAAAAAAA elysyannemimi: i feel like a kid scolded by their dad. pedro has achieved the ultimate daddy status bobgirlll: is no one going to talk about how rageful/protective pedro sounded in that story????? NEED MORE FERAL PEDRO RN GRRrrrr ps. photos so cute, wish that was me lol pyramiidsf: i hope y/n is okay, ppl can be so cruel sometimes but at least she's got pedro on her side <3 he's such a perfect man :,)

It had been days since your fight.

In an sweet attempt to cheer you up, Pedro had taken you out for dinner to a fancy restaurant you can't remember the name of. If they'll snap pictures of my wife without my permission, I might as well show you off. So, per his petition, you had wore a little black dress that hugged every curve of your body perfectly and pushed your tits to the top. Stunning, he had growled, and it had been hard to push him off as he devoured your mouth in your house's doorstep.

"Let's give them talk" you had agreed.

So now you sat at the restaurant, Pedro filling your cup of wine for the third time in a row, talking about all and nothing: about politics, the weather, your siblings, Louis the cat, upcoming gigs around your home you wanted to go to, how support had risen and the hate had dwindled, the numerous calls of job offers and interviews to keep on milking your relationship... life had never been more hectic.

"You know, maybe the dress was a bad idea" he takes a bite of his meat, tone nonchalant.

"Yeah?" you challenge, cheeks flushed with alcohol, "why's that? I thought I had to look good. What changed your mind?"

"Turns out" he looks at you, gaze piercing through your body, brown warm eyes darkening, "I figured something"

You know your husband. It's still fresh in your mind the first day you took a notice of it: jaw clenching, gaze fixated at nothing and white fists balled up on to the sides, arms swinging while fingers itched. A vein on his forehead would pop, and brows would melt together in a furrow. It happened when you got recognized by a fan, on your early days, and he had taken a picture of you, uploading it to social media. Dating Pedro had been going on for little to five months, and the way this guy hugged you from behind, hand resting above your ass, had made your then-boyfriend see red. His posture stiffened, demeanor changed and face adquired all the characteristics above. There was only one correct answer: Pedro was jealous, so fucking jealous.

So here he is now, jealous to the bone, alcohol increasing the rage.

"And that is?" you push his buttons, something you normally wouldn't do, but you're drunk and God, so sex-starved. His possesive side was always hot, yet now? It had a layer of allure it didn't have before, the idea of calming him down long lost.

"You know what it is" he answers, but you tilt your head to the side, acting confused. Pedro growls, clenching the glass a bit too tight; you fear it'll break.

"No, I don't" you serve more wine in your glass, savouring the liquid. Some spills into your mouth, and you lick it while not breaking eye contact. "Enlighten me"

"Turns out" the words come out strained, a whirlwind of emotions burning in the tip of his tongue, "that I wanted people to look at my wife, but I looked their looks and realized I don't like how they look at her"

He rambles the words out, speech pattern slurred and ideas clashing into one another, clearly drunk.

"I see" you draw out, demeanor calm, but your panties have started to get wet.

"No" he hits the table, making your eyes go wide and people turn to your table. You should be embarrased, but you're only aroused. "You don't see what I see. And I hate it, I fucking hate it" he seethes, words spit out over your unfinished meal.

"Dessert?" the waiter appears from seemingly nowhere, menu on hand.

Pedro doesn't even look when he answers, "Sure. Bring your best"

"The chef's suggestion is Soufflé, a classic dessert from his country"

"That'll do" Pedro looks at you, but his brain seems to be somewhere else. Like he's thinking. "How long will it take?"

The waiter ponders the answer, yet doesn't think any weird of it.

"About twenty to thirty minutes. Would that be alright? Or would you prefer to switch to one of our quick-fixes? They're as delicious as our fresh and-"

"No" your husband interrupts, eyes shinning with something akin to dangerous. "We'll take the soufflé. Just want my wife to eat the very best"

The waiter smiles. "Sure, will be back in a few. More wine?"

Pedro stops the action, removing the bottle's neck from pouring more red liquid in your glass.

"Won't be needed"

They excuse themselves, leaving both of you alone. The restaurant bubbles with chat and instrumental music from a band playing on a corner, but all you hear is his heavy breathing and your heart.

"I wanted more wine" you pout, not even knowing why you said it.

He smiles devilishly. "I'll give you something better than that"

How does it happen, you have no idea, but then Pedro gets up with a brash move, chair making a sound that draws attention. He smirks, his auburn reflecting on the candle glowing in the center with a light that's menacing.

"I'm going to the bathroom" an announcement that feels like a threat that runs through the newfound tension; it could be cut with even a butterknife.

You sit there in silence, too stunned to speak. Your phone chimes in what feels like an hour (it's been a few minutes, probably three). You open the notification, a single text from Pedro.

I'm waiting.

So this was his plan all along, huh? Maybe he's gotten bored of sex on a bed and room like normal couples, because ever since that time you sucked his dick in his trailer, Pedro has shown an appetite for public sex. Well, more like just shown but never done. Guess that changes as of tonight.

I'm coming.

Truth is, after the reveal and fight, you hadn't had sex since that time before the London premiere. Press tour hadn't finished, and the movie was still playing in theathers, but it feels much longer the time you had gone without having his dick rearranging your insides. That changes as of tonight.

You practically leap out of your sit, rushing to the restroom, which is too fancy for your liking. You're unsure how to proceed, and it should be because you realized how stupid and reckless this is, but it's more because you don't know which door Pedro is behind: men or women.

You knock softly on the ladies room first. "I'm here" you speak, voice small.

After a few seconds, a muffled voice from behind replies: "Me too"

You giggle as he pulls you inside, mouth devouring yours in a hot kiss.

"The lock!" you squeal, yet Pedro is busy buring his face between your breasts, pulling the dress down until he's nipping at the skin before licking the spot with his tongue. Your back is pressed against the tiled white wall, cold meeting your now heating skin.

"Mmm, missed this" he mumbles in a drunken state. "Needed my girls so bad"

His words elicit a moan out of you, a way to comunicate that your body too had been aching for this.

"Please, Pedro-" you whimper, trying to get rid of the pretty dress. He doesn't say it, but his movements command for power, big hands dragging your dress down until the black cloth falls to the floor in a sound filled with grace, it feels merciful.

"Black panties? But I thought I was a man with a plan" he groans, calloused digits ghosting over the wet patch in the middle. He smells your arousal off his fingers, and this is so nasty but you're so into it.

"Two can play" is all you answer, eager fingers unbuckling his belt as you unbutton the formal pants and pull them down to his knees, so with his underwear.

"Sure thing" he chuckles darkly. "Just look at you, baby. So loud, but you gotta be quiet. ¿Quieres que alguien entre y te vea así? Fucking slut, begging for my cock" (do you want someone to come in and see you like this?)

He's always been sweet-talking you through sex, and you know he doesn't mean it aside from being lewd words, but you also didn't know you could be aroused by it. Change is welcome, to say the least.

His hard dick is immediately stroking at the apex of your thighs, like he's got no time to loose, kissing you roughly like he hasn't eat and your mouth is his meal.

"Twenty minutes" he grumbles, groaning.

"Or thirty" you add, whining when his cock brushes dangerously close to your dripping folds.

"Can't believe you're this wet already" he chuckles, but it sounds more like a breathy sigh, lost in the inside of your mouth.

"I've been wet since before we left the house and you kissed me"

"And I kissed you" he adds. "No sé ni por qué putas te traje si sólo quería quedarme en casa y comerte" (i don't know why the fuck i took you out if all i wanted was to stay at home and eat you out)

You moan at his dirty mouth, clicking your tongue as a way to say so.

"You dirty old man-" it dies in your throat when he glides inside your folds with ease, a finger slipping in, then two, as he curls them. Your head rolls back, landing against the door with a hollow thud.

"Dirty? But you enjoy this, don't you?" his fingers buried up your hilt. Your eyelids flutter, whimpering drowned by your lips, bitten so deep you think you start to taste blood. "Bad news, mami. You're as dirty as me"

You choke in your words. "No-"

"No what?" Pedro mocks, sliding his digits out of you and shoving them inside his mouth, sucking on them while looking at you. You whine at the display and loss of them, knowing he's tauting you for fun. "Don't tell me you don't want someone to come in here and see you acting like a dirty slut? To see you almost coming here and now with just two of my fingers"

"Fine. What if I want to, huh? Just give me your damn cock already and quit teasing"

Words were lewd, but Pedro smiles with adoration.

"That's my girl"

His length springing free to slap against his now smooth stomach, your mouth drooling.

"Sit"

He glares back, "in the toilet?"

"Well, do you happen to see a couch or bed?" you quip. "That's right: you were the one who chose the bathroom, desperate old man. So needy, aren't you?"

You see your husband turning around, ashamed, and you laugh. "I didn't think it through" and you avoid to add a that's quite obvious snarky type of reply.

"Want me as much as I do?" Pedro doesn't protest anymore, grunting some spanish curses before sitting on the cold surface. "Good. Then comply"

You swing a leg over his lap, not afraid if the thing breaks, dragging your wet folds against his cock. He moans, gripping your thighs hard, biting at your lower lip to hide a growl that seems to erupt from deep within his chest.

"Gonna ride you, baby. Is that okay?" you take the lead, and Pedro gets frustrated that you're taking up a plan that was originally his. Despite such, he just finds himself nodding wordlessly like a fool.

You line up, desperate to have him inside of you. But you go slowly down, taking his size, maybe because you're drunk or because you'd never fucked in a bathroom before. Because, really, how will you even try to explain your PR team a broken bathroom?

You gasp as he bottoms out, struggling to catch your breath with the relentless push. His strong arm cages your waist, as he moans in your ear, bodies going up and down in sync. His slides are smooth across his length, helping you find your pace.

"Fuck" you whimper, legs starting to shake. "I think I-"

"I know" he interrupts you, a quick kiss to your earlobe. "It's okay; I've got you, linda"

He thrusts upwards, toilet creaking as Pedro keeps you in place.

You bury your teeth into his shoulder to muffle your moans, skin slapping against skin loudly, his movements becoming faster. The pressure keeps on adding, until the tightness on your walls is too much, and you're collapsing over his chest, folds spasming as he empties his load inside of you, seed deep in your walls, dripping down your legs.

"Oh, shit" you gasp, "Pedro!"

"Perdón!" he shouts, then covers his mouth. "Mierda, no quise ser tan ruidoso. Ay, carajo. Didn't want to spill all over you-" (sorry! didn't mean to be so loud. oh, fuck)

"There's a sink" you start, "and toilet paper. We'll manage"

"Right" he looks at his watch, "we got about ten minutes"

You smile, cheek resting against the warm skin of his neck. "If the chef took the whole thirty"

"There's only one way to find out" he gasps for air. "Pero, ¿no estás llena? Still up for dessert?" his big hand finds it's way to your tummy, you still contentedly stuffed full of him. It lingers, and when you look into his eyes, he averts his gaze, ashamed of whatever he thought. (but, aren't you full?)

"After this, I need some sugar to make it home" your eyelids drop. "I'm starving"

He presses a loud kiss to your head, "that's my girl"

"Yours" you pull back to rest your forehead against his. "Just yours"

He jolts forward, capturing your mouth in a hot kiss, and you smile into it.

"Good. Now, I'll give my good girl what she deserves" he takes some toilet paper to clean his spilling load out of you, kisses running from your face to neck. Then, gently so, lets you dress in again, exiting the bathroom first to give you some cleaning up space. When you come back to your table, the Soufflé is there.

"Eat" he commands, voice thick and rough. You smirk, giving it a bite as you look into his eyes: hair disheveled, puffy lips and droopy eyes. The bite mark seems to shine, or maybe you need to lay down for a while. "Y no mires atrás, ¿sí? We got ourselves a crowd" (don't look back, yeah?)

That night, you upload a story with a picture of the dessert with a caption that reads: best meal I've ever had. The context is lost until news of your bathroom affairs hit headlines next morning, but you don't notice: your phone happens to be dead, and you're too busy getting railed in what could count as round two to charge it.

pompeiianbollockr: hello just woke up and saw the pictures WTF TMZ??? did they really do #that 😭 bring back public shaming unhing3dprincess: i bet my grandma they fucked in that fancy ass restroom ㅤㅤmostannoyingbillioner: unhing3dprincess QUEEN U ARE BACK 😭 BETTING UR GRANDMA AGAIN? OH IKTR WE WERE LOOSING THE ANCIENT TEXTS poppysplayground: ohhhhh they're so nasty (do u want a third) ㅤㅤann-gell: poppysplayground fr like INVITEN

The interview for Entertainment Weekly's behind the cover for Gladiator II was supposed to just include Paul and Pedro, but taking advantage of the free publicity and buzz your announcement made, they added you. Especially after the news about your restroom affair had hit, courtesy of TMZ; the rumor wasn't taken into account in the beginning, but now added gasoline to the gossip fire. Just what the movie needed: free promo.

You're sat in the middle of the two men, dressed in white as well, to match their attires with a flowy dress that loosely resembles that of Rome's. Then, Paul begins to speak.

"I saw the film for the first time when I was about 13 with my dad" he talks about the original movie.

"I saw it in the movie theater when it came out" you imagine a young Pedro lined up to see Russell Crowe's magnetic performance and let out a small smile. "I saw it twice, because of how emotional the movie was. Obviously it's incredibly visceral, and epic and the kind of movie you rarely get to see made, uh, these days"

You look at him, elbow resting on the arm chair as your body is all turned to his side. Truth is, you love listening to him, especially when he seems so invested, love for the subject rooted in each word.

Pedrito, you'd affectionally call. Ésto es una conversación, no un monólogo. And he'd blush embarrased, only for you to laugh it off, saying you would turn mute if that meant for him to continue speaking. (this is a conversation, not a monologue)

"It had an impact emotionally. I remember that, I guess, sadistically I was drawn to a second time go back again because, weirdly, it was very comforting. I remember it perfectly came out in year 2000. Right?" he asks, and Paul and you agree with a yeah. "I can remember what theater I was in and everything-"

"What theater was it?" Paul interrupts his passionate talking.

Pedro stops, "It, uh-" he rambles, before you all laugh.

"What about you, y/n? Were you even born?" Paul jokes, making you roll your eyes at his antics and deliberate desire to keep nagging you like some older annoying brother.

"I was like, born a year after you, Paul. But I didn't watch the movie until I was fifteen" you feel the gaze of both men fall upon you. "The first Ridley Scott movie I watched was Thelma and Louise, as you all know. Then my dad insisted I should watch it, and finally, at fifteen, when I had given up on my dreams to go on one last epic trip to the Grand Canyon, he played it. My eyes, they were, like, glued to the screen. I couldn't stop thinking about it for a while" you leave a small lingering touch on Pedro's arm, "just like he said: epic and emotional. Also, I had a huge fat crush in Joaquin Phoenix that lasted until I was twenty"

"That was like, seven years ago!" Pedro yells, making Paul snorts. "I feel deceived"

"Qué dramático. We're both married, you big baby!" you laugh, then make a joke before the next conversation starts: "You wouldn't think he plays an epic Roman General, would you?" (how dramatic)

They film some shots of you and the boys before moving to the next talk.

"I was doing a play in London at the time. I'd met with Doug and Lucy who are the producers of the film in LA, and then a zoom was set up and I spoke to Ridley for about 5 minutes about what Gladiator was going to be about. And then we spoke for the next 25 minutes about like, gaic football and dogs, and then I thought we'd do like camera tests and- but no, he just-" he shrugs. "I found out about two weeks later"

Now it's Pedro's turn.

"I knew that the project existed. I knew that Paul was doing it. I think it started with an actual like meeting with Ridley to go and sit down with him and I, whether or not the movie was going to happen for me or not, I was like I'm going to go meet Ridley Scott" he jokes, making you both chuckle. "It wasn't even about getting the job, it was like I'm going to go and sit down maybe five minutes, ten, twenty, as many minutes as I can"

"It was in LA" you speak up, "in his offices"

"Yeah, and thankfully he was willing to talk about all the things I wanted to know about, in terms of other movies, and that's what it really turned into"

"He's a wonderful Storyteller" Mescal compliments. "You could sit down with Ridley for-"

Pedro makes a joke, speaking over him. "Give me another one, give me another one-"

You still kind of hate the guy after his supposed comments on your husband's weight, but won't talk bad about a man who gave you work and your biggest role to the date yet, so you explain how it happened to you.

"I wasn't even planned to appear on the movie. As a matter of fact, my character was squeezed in last minute. Ridley is, just as they said, indeed, a storyteller" you smile. "The truth is, I worked with Cuba, his granddaughter, on a proyect together, a photography one. I was in London at the time, auditioning for a movie, when we met"

"London?" Paul asks.

"Yes" you laugh, ashamed. "I traveled to London with some of my savings, because you know what they say about not doing and then regretting. But I do regret it; I cried for my money to be back!"

"You didn't get the part" Pedro adds, barely containing a snicker.

"I didn't" you sigh, "Cuba saw me sitting alone on a café, eyes red with tears of failure and talked me into capturing such vulnerable moment. She didn't know me but made my day better, and she took some of the most beautiful pictures I've seen of myself. So, in a way, I won. I mean, she's the reason I got the role: my name came up on a phone call with Scott, as I had already made a name for myself, and showed him the pictures. He got in contact with my agent and I got the role after auditioning. Call that friendship nepotism"

"Didn't Pedro tell you about it? I find it funny that he was in the movie and didn't get you in" Paul comments, curiously.

"We were supposed to remain a secret, and the sudden connection when we had barely interacted according to the public, would've been weird. So no, Pedro rubbed his role on my face and then I came home with the new script as he received his. We both won our roles separately, and until we got it both, we realized just what it would mean"

"But now we're here" Pedro speaks fondly, taking your hand. "Rome conquers it all"

You can only hold his and stare back lovingly.

"Oh" the Irish man feigns disgust, "don't get all lovey dovey on me!"

The topic changes again, as Paul speaks.

"We meet early in the film, and this is again kind of Ridley's genius. He shoots it in a way that it feels plausible, but in like- the real action of that there's no way-"

They start talking ovwe each other excitedly about the process of filmaking, Pedro listing all the settings were the epic action takes place.

"We lock eyes" Pedro jests, "we lock eyes"

"All right" Paul plays along. "Three, two, one"

"i'm right here" you say, pushing your body to the front. "You got me third wheeling in my own marriage"

Paul laughs, breaking contact.

"Time for you to get a taste of your own medicine. You've made the rest of this press tour unbearable!" he protests, but his tone is devoid of complain.

"Marcus Acacius represents like-" Mescal then speaks about your husband's character, "he's a Roman general"

"No, he is the general of Rome" you correct, smirking.

"Be careful, princess. Don't let the emperor see you all over his General" the blue-eyed man next to you mocks, and you roll your eyes again.

"Will you ever let me live?"

Paul then talks about his character. "I'm like a lieutenant in the numidian Army. I kind of see Acacius as this, he- he represents everything that I hate about, uh, the Roman Empire"

"Well, the Roman Empire is expanding and expanding" Pedro takes the word, "and invading Numidia just to gain more and more power, and we realize that there really is kind of no ceiling to the lust of that power"

"And that's to do with the Emperors, right? Like, played by Joe and Fred who are wonderful" Paul adds, complimenting both actors in the process. "And let's not forget our Empress too"

You make a face at that, feeling in the need to defend your character.

"Empress Alba is tragedy. I think she embodies well the feelings of helpnessless all women felt during that time. She's an object, another shiny possesion subjected to her husband's amusement, so she drowns in all pleasure available to forget her existence. Lucius hates her because he sees all the filth of Rome in her, like, this whole debauchery and squandering while the people beg for scraps. But it's a pattern seen across history, isn't it?" you pause. "I think it's interesting to compare her to Lucilla, because she's loved by the people, seen as human- despite being noble. It's sad because it's until too late that Lucius realizes she's a victim of the system he hates"

Pedro smiles at your little intervention, loving the way you explain a character you'd play so graciously. One of your favorite movies is Marie Antoinette, by Sofia Coppola, so probably it felt personal to you in some level. God, hadn't you made him watch it at least ten times?

"It unravels through the film that I've kind of miscalculated who I think Acacius is, just as with Alba" Paul comments.

"His character misunderstands my character just like Paul misunderstands us" Pedro quips, making both of you laugh.

"Then it kind of culminates in a big fight that we have in the-"

"Doesn't it always?" you add. "Wouldn't be an epic without it"

"Do you want to talk about it?" Paul dares, jokingly.

"No we're not talking about it" he cuts him off.

"Who's the better fighter'" Paul asks after some silence. Pedro dares him with a go on.

"I would say I'm better the better share. What you think?"

"I would say Lucius is the better fighter"

"Lucius is the better fighter" Pedro repeats slowly, incredulous. "Do you want us to fight? Lucius is a better fighter than the general of Rome, who survived decades and conquered" Paul tries to defend himself but Pedro doesn't let him. "I fight four men before I get you, and I call it off!"

"Yeah, but I think if you hadn't called it off -"

"You don't think I would have do some sort of mature aged learning-"

They end up discussing a bit more until you clear your throat.

"Why don't you ask for a third party to break your tie?" and you point towards yourself, mouthing a cute me with your painted pink lips.

"No!" Paul immediatly opposes, "It would be biased, silence her!"

"Have you seen Acacius' arms?" you gauge Pedro's arms, biceps flexing under the white attire. "It definitely isn't biased, at all"

The conversation carries on after some more shots. In some, you pose seriously, but in between such, you laugh along with them, Pedro even hugging you and Paul from behind in one of both. No kisses yet, but you know fans will be rabid just with the lingering touches and flirty undertones in your interactions.

"We began together in Morocco, and I think seeing that set and the scale of the production so quickly, desensitized me to the scale of the of what- Malta was in the Coliseum, and Ridley moves at such a pace, which I actually think really helped me because you don't have time to kind of sit there and and kind of bask in the wonder of it" Paul talks. "Because you're shooting three or four scenes, build your expectations of how to meet the size of, it or anything 'cuz 'cause it's impossible" Paul looks at Pedro and asks: "and I think Ridley; did I tell you what Ridley said first day of shooting to me? He came out to the tent while they were dressing the set, thousands of extras, everything fire, camels and he comes in, and he's- he's smoking a cigar, and we're all stood around and he's like Are you nervous? and we're all like No and he slaps me on the back and goes Your nerves are no good to me, before we filmed anything. But I think it was like- it's funny, but it's this idea that this is your playground, and you have to kind of step into it and own it. So, I-I don't actually really remember my first walking into the Coliseum, 'cause I feel like I lived in the Coliseum for about three or four weeks"

"You lived in the Coliseum of your mind" Pedro quips, making Paul laugh.

"I do remember, you know, when I first walked into the Coliseum, you know. It- it gave me chills. Like, literally chills. Look! I still get the goosebumps" you point your arm. "Honestly, all of it felt just too real, and I couldn't help but for a moment, think I actually was in Rome- that I belonged to nobility"

Pedro takes your hand and kisses it gently. "That's because you do, princesa"

"One of the things that I have never experienced on a movie before, is that there was so little left to the imagination" Pedro expresses. "Me and the rest of the ensemble are together in the emperor's box, and there's this enormous battle that's taking place, and Ridley composed all of the off camera for us in the emperor's box, with Paul leaping from one ship to another taking two men down what would you call that?"

"A cloth line flying" Paul answers.

"Clothes line?" you try.

"A flying- a flying clothes line" Pedro decides, carrying on "just so that we could know what we were looking at. I couldn't f*****g believe it"

"That's true" you remark. "The result goes so hard- I mean, it looks amazing" you sheepily laugh. "The action, the violence, the epic... it all shines through. It just- it makes sense"

The conversation shifts again.

"The legacy of the first film is so profound, and has such a strong place in so many people's, like, hearts and minds, it's inescapable, but I was looking at it- and I was like" Paul shares. "The screenplay does a lot of that work for you in terms of like, the rubbing the dirt between the hands. the kind of DNA and the genetics that Lucius inherits. I remember reading the script and there's like, a moment in the script where it's Lucius puts on the breastplate and it's written like Lucius now becomes Maximus"

"But Lucius, despite being a son, is also a man" you counter. "He isn't Maximus"

Paul agrees.

"I kind of tried to park that to one side, because ultimately, where Lucius is coming from at the start of the film, he has a very different journey than Maximus does, and I was hoping that whatever DNA- and even just the physical gestures, was going to be one part of- a kind of small part of the performance" he explains. "What I tried to do is figure out exactly who Lucius was and where those differences lay between Lucius and Maximus"

"One of the things that I loved most about my character is that he's introduced in the beginning of the movie, in this very epic battle sequence, that I think in its own way homages the first film" Pedro shares. "But even better, because we follow him back to Rome and discover his direct connection to one of the only characters that is living and with us from the first movie, and I loved being a a kind of thread, an invitation, into what we know from the first movie by being Connie Nielsen's man"

Paul looks at you silently, before poking your side: "Someone is real quiet with that comment"

You narrow your eyes. "I have no idea what you're talking about"

"I am Connie Nielsen's man as Marcus Acacius, but as Pedro Pascal, I'm all y/n's"

Your face goes red at how easily you are to be understood, your husband answering just what you wanted to listen.

"Ha! Look at your face, I was right!" Paul ridiculises you.

But after such an embarrasing moment, he shifts the conversation again.

"There's a moment where Pedro has this, uh- it's so clever from a- from an acting standpoint, but also in the in the script like, you see this brutalizing Force come into Numidia, and there's this section where there's the burning of the bodies, and that it's one of my favorite shots in the film" Paul muses. "It's this closeup on Pedro, when he says Vae Victis to the conquered, and you feel like it's a really difficult thing to communicate in one line, that you see: Oh, this General is, kind of wearing this responsibility with great difficulty and shame"

"I wasn't doing that at all" your husband deadpans. You stiffle a giggle.

"You were very good in it" Paul argues back with a smile.

"That wasn't what I was playing" he insists, serious but Paul asks What were you playing? and you all laugh.

"If I had a favorite scene, I'd say it'd be naval fight" you mention. "The colliseum is filled with water, and it's this- it feels like a thing that has never been done before, and with the people cheering and the buzz, and the announcement and echo of the drumming, it's as if you were there, in the crowd. The tension is palpable, the violence is thrown at your face but the scariest one, is the one that lies underneath. Uh, Lucius character tries to attack the General while we, you know, the royals and especial guests, are sitting at our box, and he gets so close, it serves, I think the bottom climbing the ladder to bite the ankles of the top. Obviously, that before we know who Lucius actually is, but I think it's kind of cool"

The interview is ending, the last of your twelve-minute conversation being filmed now.

"I am really excited for everyone to see Paul" Pedro beams, making the younger one laugh. "I'm sorry but it has to be said. You are sensational in the movie" then adds, "and pretty easy on the eyes"

"Everyone in this movie is easy in the eyes" you quip, looking at your side. Pedro coughs a bit before speaking again, even if a faint blush is coating his cheeks.

"-And he worked so hard, and I got to see that happen like, in front of me, and on the day and just lead with Ridley, this enormous crew and this enormous cast... To get to see that, on the big screen, is really exciting and I think people are going to- they're going to love it"

"That's very kind" you exclaim softly with a smile, then add. "I'm sure of it, especially if you were a fan of the first. Both are very interwined, although each film is its own thing" you comment.

"For a lot of us, the actors, we haven't worked on a film on that scale" you violently shake your head "and I think, there's a little bit of trauma bonding that went on with, kind of having to- kind of feel like, total impostor syndrome within it all. But to see your friends operate at that level on a film of that scale, doing like incredible work. I think, across the board, I haven't seen a film on this scale for a long long time rhat's rooted it has the scale and the performances, and I personally think it's one of Ridley's greatest pieces of work"

senhoritamayblog: y/n was SO REAL holding pedro's arm and talking abt how he'd beat paul bc he's beefy ME WHEN moltisantiii: you know what i think ridley's greatest piece of work is? giving us this trio youlooklike-clarabow: y/n is truly a princess 🥹 i don't know if i want to be y/n to be with pedro or pedro to be with y/n ㅤㅤann-gell: youlooklike-clarabow well, she's the people's princess after all!

You haven't even left the room when Pedro is all over you, kissing your neck on that sweet spot of yours that elates a little breathy whine. Doesn't he know you well?

"What are you doing?" you manage to squeak out as his needy big hands grope your body, flesh soft under the flowy white dress. He grunts when he catches your panties, embarrasingly wet already at just a few sloppy kisses and eager touches.

"What do you think?" he whispers against your ear as you both try to walk away from where voices can be heard, and then Pedro is guiding you to a room, closing the door behind him. If he was able to walk to the room while kissing you, he must've seen it in a passing. Had your husband plan this all along? Greedy needy old man.

"What I think, baby, is you're forgetting something" you push him off, giggling. He makes a little pout, making it hard to keep your ground. "Now that everyone knows we're married and we suddenly both go misteriously missing at the same time, they'll just put two and two together. I mean, does it really take a smart person to figure it out?"

Pedro doesn't back down, still caging your frame against the locked door.

"So?" his annoyed and tense voice only makes you laugh more. That turned on was he? Pedro seems annoyed at your fit of laughter, his pants tight.

"What do you mean so? We almost got caught by Paul last time!" you chuckle amused. "And, are you seriously going to pretend TMZ didn't air our bussiness just about last week?"

"Well, maybe you should've thought about it before" he goes back at the task of attacking your mouth, words spewing in between hungry kisses. You mouth a little taunting innocent looking Before what? and then Pedro is talking while his gaze is glued to yours, tightening his arms around you, and the answer is just about that. "You should've thought about it before getting all flirty with me, grabbing my arm in front of the camera like the naughty girl you are. So fucking needy you can't hide it for a few hours, can't even go through an interview without touching me, looking at me, being possesive at a fictional marriage even" your face burns hot with embarrasment at that. Oh, was he being nasty on purpose? Why bring that up? "Haven't I taught you manners?"

It's hard to force yourself to hold his gaze while standing still. Taunting. Defiant.

"José Pedro Balmaceda Pascal" you chastise, "do you want people to know we are raw dogging in the dressing room? That's the manners you so badly talk about"

His face goes red, his demostrations stopping for a bit as he studies your now serious face.

"Wait, do you want to raw dog in the dressing room?" he gasps at the boldness in your words, which, to be fair, is kind of exaggerated, as you both have said worst stuff before. "That's not what I had in mind"

"That's not?" you arch an eyebrow. "Oh, no. Absolutely not. You can't just kiss my neck greedily and touch my body eagerly like a goddamn starved horny idiot, and then expect me to not act up on it, you old man"

There's silence before he speaks up again. "Y/n, you talked about manners"

You take a deep breath in, making sure the door is actually locked.

"Well, fuck them manners"

You capture his lips on a hungry kiss, same kind of force you had made fun of him, just minutes ago. He's pushing his tongue inside of you, as his hands move up to your shoulders and back down to your waist. You rub yourself against him, looking for some kind of friction, and his big calloused hands pulls your waist closer in an attempt to do the same.

"Manners maketh man" he's reciting, and such stupid proverb and line from one of his old works shouldn't turn you this much. Pedro lifts up the dress until your body is devoid of the cotton, murmuring about how unfair it was for you to taunt him with translucent cloth, tender flesh hiding under the white. So hard to focus on interviews, mami, when you're close to me or something like that, as you're too lost in the fire. No bra? Fuck, baby. Do you want to kill me?

"Sofa" you command, eyes darting to the furniture so you can show him where. "Now"

You take off your panties in a go, revealing the slick that's just a few seconds from running down your legs.

"I see, my legs won't be the only thing drooling" you mock his agape mouth. He takes off the blazer with shaking hands, sitting as you get on top of him. Pedro kisses his way down your neck, sucking on the skin. How will you get out of here without comfirming suspicions? Surely, there must be something inside here that could be of help.

"Well, I've wanted to do this for a while" he mumbles against the now red patches of before honey-ed skin. Again? you think.

"Have me or fuck again in public?" you ask out loud, and even if you're laughing, there's a layer of fondness in your voice. "I'm starting to wonder if you have an exhibition kink, papi"

He breathes a little no before biting right above your collarbones, his tongue then releaving the pain with a wet slick move over the flesh as you let out a whine.

"Busy schedule, mami. A husband's gotta find a way to make time for his pretty wife, even if it means fucking her in the goddamn dressing room" he says into your ear. Pedro had done more interviews than you, and between that and filming for his other projects, he's right. "So what if they find out? Need them to know who you belong to. I'm just a devoted husband, will you punish me for that?"

You caress his face, pristine hair now disheveled, the gel succumbing to the heat and sweat trapped in the room.

"Look at you, naughty boy. El burro hablando de orejas" you laugh, "but of course I won't. Need you too so bad" (look who's talking)

His finger wanders down to your pussy, big hand roaming around the area. His middle and ring finger run over it, the golden band starting to shine with your arousal. Fuck, that just made you wetter.

"Shit, baby. You're so eager... wasn't lying when you talked before"

"Needed you since you kissed me today, when you woke up" your teeth grit at his lingering digits. "Your dick rubbed against my bare thigh, fucking hard"

Truth is, you're always horny; being married to Pedro Pascal does that to you. But mornings? Waking up to that handsome face and girthy dick? You really be testing yourself sometimes.

"Jesus, mami" he whistles. "So fucking dirty, thinking about me all the interview because my morning wood grazed your skin, you dirty naughty girl"

Pedro finally slides his fingers inside of you, making you squirm under his gaze as your back archs. "So fucking beautiful, can't believe you're all mine" he moans and you squeeze his shoulders, nails digging and bruising his skin under the shirt that sticks to his skin, body heating up like a furnace.

"Please, Pedro" you plead, lip biting your under to supress a whimper. "Please curl your fingers, need to have you- feel you inside. Fuck-"

Your words cut off as he moves his fingers with learned ease, his thumb rubbing your clit as a treat.

"Mmm" you murmur with pleasure, back arched again, your tits too dangerously close to his face. Without much thought, he licks your nipple and then devours the whole breast with his mouth. All while looking at you, this absolute horndog. Your nails dig in deeper as you pronounce his name in a shaky exhale. Wanting more. Begging for more.

"Mmm? That's right" his palm on your waist squeezes lightly, more pressure on his grip. "Can't speak 'cause I'm making you feel so good, huh?"

You don't answer, instead throwing your head back, nails digging deep to the point he winces, making a face by the pain. You mouth an apology, but then he licks your nipple again, and teeth move to your nibble your earlobe―you're not sorry anymore.

"S-stop" you choke out, body shivering.

"What? Can't take what you asked for? No muerdas más de lo que puedes masticar, niña mala. Bad girl" (don't bite off more than you can chew, bad girl)

His lewd words elicit another moan out of you.

"I-I can. In fact, I want- no, need more. I don't want to cum on your fingers" you whisper in his ear, hot breath probably why he shivers. "Pull down your pants, pretty boy, because I want to cum on your dick"

"Fuck, mami. What a dirty mouth" he moans.

Eager hands try to lower his pants as your fiddle with the same feel, the borrowed wardrobe struggling to get off in the current position. His underwear goes next, and you squirm as he aligns his tip with your dripping entrance.

You moan and he grunts, as his dick enters your tight folds, sounds clashing onto each other as so do your bodies, fitting perfectly. His hands travel from your waist to ass, his head against the back of the sofa, your hands that were before on his shoulders now on his chest.

"Such a pretty view you're giving me, wifey" he tries to laugh, but the sound comes out strained along each powerful stride of his cock that buries inside of you, each bouncing harder, his hands pathethically running over your ass, back, hips, and legs, as his eyes devour the way your tits jiggle with each thrust, tongue burning with desire to suck on the skin again. "So beautiful, and all mine. Only mine. Mía"

His words drip with devotion and wordship; all the love in the world. Pedro calls you beautiful, goddess, and a string of spanish words crossed with adoration. Mami. Linda. Princesa. Diosa. Hermosa. It has your orgasm looming over, head spinning and pussy stretched, walls tightening.

"I'm close" you whisper, riding him with soft-paced movements as his turn sloppy.

You see stars, walls almost kicking his dick out as you coat it in your slick, arousal dripping down until it's coated his balls and smeared the white attire. Fuck. Now Pedro's moving his waist, hunting for his own orgasm.

"Me too" he breathes out, "stay with me"

His hands travel sloppily to your waist, lazily holding you still with his calloused digits.

"Quick, baby" you breath out, "I'm sensitive"

"I'm almost there. Just hold on a little longer" then a whine before shakily pleading. "Please, please, just wait for me"

You move your hips slowly, aroused by his needy pleads, robbing a moan out of him. "Cute" you praise, making his cheeks redden with sweat and blush.

He is cute: hair messed up, mouth red and puffy, and brown puppy eyes.

"I love you so much" Pedro let's out, and it sounds like a confession, despite being married for so long.

"I know, baby, I know" you reach for his face, removing some sweat beads from his forehead, and he leans on the touch, closing his eyes as another gutural growl erupts from his chest. "I love you too"

You keep on riding until you feel his dick twitch inside of your walls.

"We need to stop doing this" you pant out.

"Too late for that, bonita. At least no one found out this time" Pedro laughs. "But you like the talk, don't you? Gonna give 'em something to talk about" he pants, "will fill you up so good you won't be able to walk without my seed spilling from you" sweat beads from your face fall onto his. He obscenely licks the salty drops. "Te voy a dar tantos hijos, que no cabrán en la casa. That way they will know you're mine" (will give you so many kids, they won't fit in the house)

You moan loufly, folds now coated on thick ropes of hot cum, as his movements come to a stop, slowing down until all that can be heard is your uneven breaths trying to recover.

And on cue, there's a knock at the door. Shit. You both remain silent, as if it would stop, but the knocking turns persistent.

"Pedro, I know you're in there"

It's Paul freaking Mescal, again. You might just have to invite him next time if he keeps showing up like that.

"Should I go?" Pedro whispers, and you shrug, stating it would be weirder to pretend he wasn't if Paul knew he was. "How do I look?"

You eye him up and down, eye glistening with dissaproval, red cheeks giving away your thoughts as if the furrowed eyebrows and ashamed gaze didn't already.

"We are fucked"

"No" he giggles, "we just fucked"

"That's not funny!" you roll your eyes, playfully smacking his chest. "Please, look into the mirror and try to fix yourself a bit. If not, we're doomed to be remembered as a horny couple. Oh, we were going so well! Fans will make fun of us and the press will call us horndogs" you lament, exaggerating your voice.

"Oh, shush. We wanted to be able to be in public. This is what it feels like"

You blush. "Maybe we can reduce the public aspect a bit..."

Pedro snorts before doing a quick fix to his appearance, walking to the door where Mescal patiently waits behind. Oh, of course; that little fucker. After the TMZ news dropped, he connected the dots and know that whatever happened in that trailer when Pedro told him to fuck off, wasn't holy at all. Now, he's probably laughing or scheming.

"Paul!" Pedro opens the door. "W-what's up?"

The younger man does a quick scan of his friend, barely able to hide a laugh.

"Looking radiant, my friend" he answers with a shit-eating grin. "They need to do some re-shootings. Have you happen to seen y/n? She just keeps dissappearing when you- oh, when you do!" he mocks. "Well, if you ever happen to find y/n, tell her you both need to get a good fix unless y'all want to show up on TMZ again. I'm pretty sure you can find something in this dressing room to cover those marks, yeah?"

He finally breaks down laughing in front of Pedro's shocked face.

"Ah, you guys are the absolute worst" he folds in a fit of laughter, "so fucking horny you end up fucking in bathrooms and dressing rooms!"

Your voice can be heard from inside as you growl, face red with fury and shame:

"Hijo de puta" (son of a bitch!), "don't make me bring Daisy Edgar-Jones into this!"

l-u-n-a-m: they're just milking their relationship atp for promo but i'm not complaining need more pictures of the photoshoot NOW vnightx: istg if they don't stop flirting in front of my single ass face. i need a gun at0michips: have i gone insane or does pedro have love bites ㅤㅤmybritishstyle: MI HIJO DOES NOT HAVE LOVE BITES. HE JUST FELL DOWN THE STAIRS

cr: divider @kodaswrld / gif @trashcora / *i'm never gonna call twitter as X. it's still twitter, and will always be. fuck that ugly bigot filthy billionaire hoe called elon-trump-cocksucker-musk.

[vanessagillings]

A (very inaccurate to the story this is from 🤷🏻‍♀️) warm up painting from last month.

It'll probably be a little quiet around here for a while as I'm super busy working on things I can't show yet, but I hope everyone is having a lovely start to their September 💛

[morallysuperiorlips]

10 Ways to Ensure Your Villain's Evil Monologuing Dialogue is as Unsettling as Possible!

1.) Make sure you're mixing body language with the words themselves: You can have your villain saying the most twisted shit, but if they're just standing there like a cardboard cutout, their words probably aren't going to hit as hard. Have them touch your protag. Have them toy with a weapon as if they're going to use it. Have them pace. Have them put together the blood ritual they're ranting about. Keep them moving.

2.) Have them use personal knowledge as a tool: Does your villain have some deep dark dirt on your protag? Don't let that all go in one swoop. Let them hint at it in drops before they open the dam. Maybe they use that knowledge as a bargaining tool to get an upper hand, or use it to send the trapped protag into a frenzy because they love to watch them scream.

3.) When it comes to threats, certainty is key: A threat is a threat, but there's nothing like a threat being spoken as if the villain knows it's going to happen. Whether your villain has already caught your protag, or is in the process of doing so, everything they say they want to see happen to your protag needs to come with absolute certainty. Almost as if it's a certain warning, and not just something they’re saying to be scary.

4.) Contradictions are your friend: Nothing indicates a warped villainous mind more than some juicy contradictions. Your villain might be talking about how they're going to flay your protag's hide after catching them in their dungeon, only to throw in a subtle "but, you're probably safer here with me." Find ways to toss in twisted contradictions that also underline the crazy shit they might be saying.

5.) Mess with syntax: Unsettling dialogue calls for unsettling structure. Incomplete sentences, unforeseen pauses, longwinded explanations broken up by more unforeseen pauses. Whatever it is, keep the rhythm offbeat. Don't give your reader a chance to be able to tell what's coming.

6.) Expectations? Subvert those: Your protag and even your readers might be suspecting one thing from your villain, so throw them a curveball and hit them with the complete opposite. Perhaps you've reached a point in your story where it seems like the villain might kill your protag on sight. But no, have your villain mention exactly why they aren't going to do that, and why they want to wait it out.

7.) Mix quiet confidence and loud assertion: Some might say that the silent seether is scarier, while others might agree that the sudden explosive type takes the bigger unsettling prize. In my opinion, you can really capitalize on the eeriness of villain dialogue by tapping into both. A villain that speaks on with refined confidence before very suddenly exploding, without much warning, can really power up the dread behind their words.

8.) Sometimes, ambiguity is better than being straightforward: Whether it's obvious that your villain has a lot of tricks up their sleeves--or not--leaving things to the imaginations of your protag, and subsequently, your readers is great for building dread. You can use dialogue to make it clear that they're up to something, but never make them fully disclose what that is. They might show it instead of tell it, or it might just never happen. Either way, it'll likely have everyone looking over their shoulders.

9.) There might be times where silence says everything: You might be worried about penning the correct verbiage for your villain's big evil speech, but sometimes, silence speaks wonders. When used correctly, a long pause, or a bout of silence after your protag has said their piece can build a sense of uneasiness more than them actually speaking would have.

10.) Find ways for your villain to mirror the hero: A monologuing villain is better when they're throwing your hero's values and beliefs back in their face. A hero that believes in mercy? Well, have your villain talk about how they'll make them beg for it. A hero that believes in the greater good? Have your villain talk about their idea of a greater good.

As always, GO WRITE SOMETHING TODAY! <3

[clawsdevour]

session one

wc: 0.8k content warning: smut, trainer iwaizumi x reader, basically a bj, not proofread

note: holy shit has this been at the back of my mind...... likeee anything with the words iwaizumi hajime (27) atheletic trainer: SIGN ME TF UP NOW.

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fuck, your new fitness trainer was so hot.

peeking in glances at iwaizumi's well-built figure, you can't help but feel all nervous that you're gonna slip up under his gaze. his sharp eyes tail you, making sure your form is impeccable and hits the right points, even though his broad and tender arms are always there for you if you struggle. at some point, you thought about playing the struggling, unfit student just to see iwaizumi catch you and feel his muscles beneath you. course, you needed to stand up and make sure you're getting all the benefits from every single penny you pay him.... butttt that's also technically part of the session, right?

after a quick break for some refreshing water, eyes still locked onto iwaizumi in the corner of the room. he's taking off his fitted jacket, showing off his toned biceps that flexed in the light covered in a thin sheen of sweat. shit.... this guy might just be the real deal. who needed the old trainer anyway now that you've got iwaizumi.

meeting his eyes with yours, immediately you can't help but look away to which he does as well. though, your eyes just happened to land on the tent emerging in the middle of his crotch, to which he tries to hide when he realizes you may have seen something that wasn't part of the training plan.

continuing with your paid session, you can't help but feel the intimate tension rise when you're put into these more constricting poses that make you feel closer to him than you were before. well.. especially after that little moment. though it does seem like you're not the only one who acknowledged the incident since his tent keeps growing beneath you.

the position you were in didn't help much either. overall, this "stretch" seemed more sexual than to improve your flexibility, but you didn't really mind since the view was much to your standards with that face and body of his. the intensity is driving him crazy, the sentences he spoke turned into quiet stutters while you lay underneath his big body that was engulfed in the heat.

"let me help you.. you're feeling this more than i am," getting on your knees, you looking up at him with the more innocent but seductive look in your eyes.

shit, did that turn iwaizumi a bright red.

putting a fist to his pressed lips, he cleared his throat.

"if you insist."

gently, you pushed him back to where he sat on the bench. unzipping his shorts, his cock sprang up from its compressed little tent. iwaizumi's cock was huge, you didn't even know if it'll all fit in your mouth, much rather your pussy that has been gushing with juices the moment you saw him walk in.

palm at the base of his cock that twitched with your gentle touch, precum already on the tip of his cock, you stroked. his intense eyes bored into your scalped while watching you pump his cock to the max. iwaizumi's beyond red at this point trying to resist the urge to already reach his climax. fuck he was so glad you asked to help him, if not he probably wouldn't exploded in his shorts by now seeing you under him in that pose, "stretch" his ass. he just wanted to see you with your legs behind your head.

the continuous pumping's getting him so riled up he just can't watch this anymore. it's like a fantasy come true fucking on the job. iwaizumi wanted to watch you take all of him in your small little mouth as your plump lips wrap around him.

"can you suck already.. our time for our session is almost up" iwazumi's voice is husky and breathy as he tries his best to hold back.

following his request, you slowly teased him by licking the precum that overflowed from his tip as he gazed. before you could even go down on his whole cock, mouth wide about to go down, his large hand pushed you to the base of his cock. your nose basically at his trimmed hairs. iwaizumi's grunting in satisfaction of your soft and hot plush mouth surrounds his cock in pure euphoria.

fuck... you couldn't even breathe but damn was this all you ever wanted.

tears started to swell at the corner of your eyes from the sudden and sharp movement. the pain of his tip hitting the back of your throat in one big move hissed at you, but you couldn't care less. you're spending every penny worth for every session you pay iwaizumi for, and he knows what you want every time now.

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[paarksunghoon]

resignation (8)

SUMMARY: For the last six years, you’ve dedicated your career to ensuring Park Sunghoon never misses a day of work in his life. But you’re tired of endless days that seem to blend together, and seeing him living his fun, luxurious lifestyle makes you think about what else you might be missing out on. When Sunghoon finds your resignation letter on his desk, he does everything in his power to convince you to stay.

NOTES: i will be out of town this weekend, so jury's out on how long it'll take me to write the next chapter. this will satiate you for the time being :)

WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER: oral (m & f receiving), sunghoon gets sucked off while driving, fingering, p in v, missionary unprotected sex, and probably some typos. whoops.

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As it turns out, Sunghoon was completely serious about the weekend getaway. 

He’d managed to rearrange meetings on his own without bothering you about it. All of his Friday priorities have been taken care of, and the one meeting he had on Saturday morning managed to be pushed onto another week. Sunghoon told you to let him worry about the logistics, and that your only responsibility is bringing clothes for the weekend. 

You didn’t have time to pack during the week and find yourself scrambling to think of everything in your closet. Should you bring that lingerie set your friend bought you for your birthday all those years ago? You’ve never had any reason to wear it. When you see it in the back of your closet and try it on before packing it in your duffle bag, you’re a bit too shy to admit the lacy, deep red fabric looks incredible on your body.

You’re halfway done packing (re: you’ve packed undergarments and a few pajamas) by the time the end of Friday comes around. Sunghoon drives you back to your place in order to help you pack, even though you insist on doing it by yourself and meeting him at his place. He argues it wouldn’t be proper of him to not accompany and help you. 

Sunghoon meets Nabi for the first time, too. She’s more than eager to watch Pochi over the weekend if that means you get to spend time with the hot boss she’s only ever seen in photos or Internet searches. They get along fine if you count her talking his ear off while she collects Pochi while Sunghoon politely smiles at her and nods. You’ve told her how he is around strangers when he isn’t working, and Nabi’s more than willing to fill up the silence. It’s kind of sweet watching this short, loud personality overshadow a tall, quiet guy. 

Pochi doesn’t seem to care that you’re leaving either. You give her a million kisses to the point where Sunghoon fears you might cancel the entire weekend because of how much you dote on her. He finds it to be incredibly adorable, too. Sunghoon doesn’t know if he’s ever seen you be so affectionate before now. You seem more delicate around Pochi, caring for the little creature like she’s an extension of you. He wonders if this is what other people see when they note how well you take care of him. 

“Give me fifteen minutes,” you tell Nabi and Sunghoon. “Or twenty. I don’t know. It’s Friday and my brain is fried.”

“Take your time, babe,” says Nabi with a wink. “I can’t have you forgetting things on your first weekend getaway since I’ve known you.” 

“Yah. Stop patronizing me.”

“It’s what I’m here to do.” 

Pochi meows faintly when you disappear around the corner, but Nabi scoops her up in her arms. Pochi doesn’t make a fuss and rests against the crook of Nabi’s elbow as Sunghoon smoothes over his pants, feeling awkward and out of place.

“You’re doing her a real favor by taking her on a vacation.”

“We’ll be two hours outside of Seoul. I hardly count that as a vacation.”

“To each their own,” Nabi says with a casual shrug. “She’s been working her ass off for the last few years. I haven’t known her as long as you have, of course, but I see her when she comes home.”

Sunghoon quirks an eyebrow. “And…what is she like? When she’s with you?”

“Someone who doesn’t know how to relax. She’s so good at anticipating what other people need and planning things, but I don’t think she’s truly had a day to herself without worrying about you.”

“I feel a little guilty about that.”

“Eh, that’s the job, right? If it makes you feel better, she says you’re one of the least demanding partners at your firm. She’s happy working for you instead of somebody else.” 

His cheeks flush and he looks away for a moment. “Thanks. I tend to keep my work and my personal life separate, but it’s hard to keep that line when I spend so much time with her.”

“Oh, I can tell.” Nabi winks again and Pochi reaches her paw out towards Sunghoon like she knows something. He bites back an embarrassed laugh, but Nabi doesn’t seem to be judging him as he thought she might. “Look, I don’t know how long this has been going on, but you seem to be good for her. She’s happier, you know? No cloud above her head.”

“Really?”

She nods. “You and I both know she’s not the type of person to wear her heart on her sleeve. It takes time for her to warm up to people.”

He snorts. “Her brother says she’s like a cat.”

“That’s one way to put it.”

“Between you and me,” Sunghoon says, “I’ve liked getting to know this side of her. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her so happy either, now that I think about it.”

“Make this weekend count for something, okay?”

“I will. For what it’s worth, I think she wants to become closer with you, too, but doesn’t know how to do it. She calls you her neighbor, but talks about you like you’re Pochi’s aunt.”

“I had a feeling.” Nabi laughs and Sunghoon feels his shoulders ease. “I would consider her a friend. I wouldn’t be watching her cat if I didn’t. I assumed she probably felt the same way too, but based on our conversations, I think work and family get in the way of meaningful relationships.”

“You are a very perceptive person, Nabi.”

“I do try my best.” They share a laugh and hear you walking back from your bedroom.

“Talking shit about me?” you ask, putting your duffle bag by the door before slipping on a pair of sneakers. 

“Duh. What else would Sunghoon and I talk about?” 

“We should probably get going.” 

Sunghoon says goodbye to Nabi and Pochi, and you give her another short cuddle session before Nabi forces you to leave. It pains you to leave Pochi, even if it’s just for the weekend, and Sunghoon gets this look on his face that you can’t seem to decipher when you finally look at him. Like a gentleman, Sunghoon carries your duffle bag and lets you hold your purse as you lock your door shut, saying goodbye to Pochi one last time. She juts her head towards Sunghoon unexpectedly, to which he flinches, and the three of you share a laugh. 

You recognize the car he’s driving and silently curse him for being so wealthy. It’s my weekend car, Sunghoon once said to you offhandedly in the beginning of your career. Stick around long enough and you might get the privilege of riding in it. 

“Are you excited?” Sunghoon asks once the two of you are in the car together. “I’m excited. I can't remember the last time I’ve been to this house.” 

“Pfft. You take vacation all the time.”

“Business meetings in fancy places.” He dismisses you with a wave and drives off. 

“Same difference.”

“Would you count our travel as vacation?” You remain silent. “Thought so.” 

“Hmph. I hate when you’re right.”

Sunghoon chuckles. “Yeah, I know. That’s the first thing I learned about you when we started working together.”

“Anything else I should know.” He pretends to think. 

“You’re really opinionated. Like, really opinionated. Even before you became comfortable with me, I knew you were holding yourself back.” You swat his bicep and pretend to be offended. “You’re just as opinionated as you were back then, except you’re outspoken about it. You’re the only assistant in that office who isn’t afraid to talk back to their boss.”

“That’s because you know I’m right most of the time.” 

“Debatable, but I’ll let you keep thinking that.” You scowl and Sunghoon’s grin widens. 

“Excuse me?! Who guides you through campaigns and projects? Who helps you with your publicity? Who makes sure you get what you need on time?” 

“The office ghost. Duh.” 

You laugh and relax back in your seat. “Yeah, I’ll admit that I can be brash sometimes.” 

“Don’t mistake being opinionated for being too much,” he says. “I like it when you push back. You make me think about things differently and it makes work pretty fun.” 

“I’ve always had people tell me I talk too much. I’ve started to think people should talk more, but there are moments where I think I should just shut up altogether.” 

“Don’t stop talking just because some shitty people can’t appreciate you, okay? I say that as your boss and as a human being. People need to hear how stupid they are, and they need to know what you’re thinking. You’re like, a know-it-all machine.”

“Is that a good thing?”

“It’s the best. You’re the best.” 

“Now you’re just buttering me up.” 

He laughs. “It’s what I know best.”

“Am I allowed to ask how long this drive will be?” 

“No. Absolutely not. How dare you ask me such a question?”

You snort. “You’re such a loser.” 

“Your loser.”

“Case in point.”

“Stop teasing me.” Sunghoon pouts and looks at you, but you shove his face away. “The drive’s about two hours away. The vacation home I’m taking us to belongs to my family and we all use it. We don’t really use it that often, though. I cleared it with them so we could have it to ourselves.”

“Do they know I’m coming too? I don’t want anyone to think I'm sleeping with my boss.”

“You are sleeping with your boss.” 

“Yeah, but nobody knows that except for us, Nabi, and Sunoo.”

“Sunoo knows?” 

“He’s my brother, Sunghoon. Even if I didn’t tell him, he’d probably guess.” 

“Okay, fair.” He expertly switches lanes when you notice the veins on his hands. You try not to drool in front of him. “But no, none of them know as far as I can tell. I didn’t specify other than needing a break from the city and they didn’t ask. In fact, they’ve been telling me to take some time off, anyway. I’m pretty sure my mom cried of relief when I told her I wasn’t working on the weekend.”

“She has the sweetest soul,” you say. “Though, she cries at everything. She cried when you got her a custom cake for her birthday last year.” 

“You’re absolutely right,” Sunghoon agrees with a laugh. “I think she cried the hardest when she realized I found someone to put up with me. She was worried I’d be too hard on you because the other two assistants before you were terrible at their jobs, and even more worried to think I’d have to handle all of this work on my own.” 

“Really?” 

“Yeah. My mom was so excited when I told her the news because she saw how much I was struggling to find my footing without my dad. It’s a legacy company, as you know, and my dad brought it to the forefront in Asia. It was hard to step out of his shadow, and even some people of the older generation think of me as his son instead of a business partner.

“It doesn’t affect me anymore because my portfolio speaks for itself. But back then? Man, I was worried I would screw things up. My past assistants wouldn't tell me when I had meetings or remind me of deadlines, and I looked like a complete screw up. My anxiety got so bad that I had to take medication for it. But you came, knocked it out of the park, and the rest is history.”

“Wow…I never knew that. How come you’ve never told me you were struggling so much?” 

“What’s past is past. My personal life wasn’t yours to deal with. You were getting used to the job anyway, and I figured you’d either succeed or burn out like the rest of them. There wasn’t any reason to tell you all of this and put more on your plate.”

“Huh. I don’t remember you being anxious at all,” you say. “In fact, I’ve always thought of you as headstrong and pretty confident.”

“I’m glad it came off that way. Fake it until you make it, right?” 

You nod. “I hope you’re comfortable telling me when things aren’t okay, though. I think we’ve known each other long enough where you don’t need to hide things from me.:

Sunghoon reaches over and grasps your hand in his, giving you a gentle squeeze. He glances at you just briefly, but the eye contact is enough to make your heart race. 

“I know,” he says slowly. “I trust you more than I trust anybody else in my life.”

The admission renders you speechless. 

“All the other assistants are scared of you.” Sunghoon chuckles as you try to fill the silence and change the subject. To your surprise, he doesn’t let go of your hand and intertwined your fingers instead. 

“Good. Everyone should be scared of me. I’m the big, bad, venture capitalist wolf.”

“You’re corny, is what you are.”

“That’s because you know the real me.” 

“Ha-ha. I suppose that’s true, though. I think people still see you the way I did when we first started working together. You’re pretty stoic when you want to be.”

“My dad says that’s my greatest asset. I have a great poker face and it comes in handy when I negotiate business deals, especially when money is involved. It’s a dog-eat-dog world out there, as you know. Can’t be too careful.” 

“You’re also really hot. Everyone tells me how lucky I am to work with the hot boss.”

“Oh?” Sunghoon asks, quirking an eyebrow. “Hot, you say?” 

“Shut up. You know you’re hot.”

“I love that you think I am, too.” You fight off a blush. 

“Egotistical jerk.” Sunghoon squeezes your hand again. 

“I like it when you compliment me. You don’t do it often.” 

“You need to earn it,” you say with a playful scoff. “You’re my boss. There’s no reason for me to tell you how good you are.” 

“I’m not your boss when my mouth is on your pussy.” 

You nearly choke. “S-Sunghoon.”

“What? It’s the truth. I like it when you tell me how I’m making you feel. It lets me know if I’m doing a good job or not.”

“Jesus. You’re so vulgar.” 

“Nah. I’m just honest.” 

Sunghoon brings your hand to his lips and kisses the back of it as if to soothe your thoughts. Even with how comfortable you are with him, this dynamic is new, and your inexperience makes the bashful side of you come forward. You’re getting better at relaxing around him, though. It’s not hard to let your guard down when you’re hopelessly in love with Sunghoon. 

He’s gotten you off multiple times but you’ve never returned the favor, save the time you two masturbated together over the phone. But that hardly counts. You couldn’t see or touch him, only hear him. Sunghoon’s moans replay in your head the more you think about it and you try not to squirm in your seat and alert him in any way to save yourself from the embarrassment. 

Is it so bad that you want to make Sunghoon come, too? You’ve built a thick exterior in the face of men because of the industry you work in. It’s like you run on autopilot and immediately push men to the sidelines because there isn’t enough time in the day for you to indulge in stupidity. But Sunghoon isn’t like that. He’s considerate and he’s never made you feel like you don’t have a seat at the table. 

It makes you incredibly aroused to imagine yourself on your knees in front of Sunghoon with his body standing above you. Enough so that you confuse Sunghoon when you pull your hand away from his and put it on his knee. 

“What—”

“Eyes on the road.” 

Sunghoon gulps and looks straight ahead. He adjusts himself to sit up taller because something about your determined command makes him freeze on the spot. You get like this when you’re trying to convince him to change his mind at work. The tone of your voice, and that fact that your hand is on his fucking thigh, makes him feel insane. 

You see it, too. Some emboldened part of you has come to terms with the fact that you’re hopelessly in love with Sunghoon after years of pretending you weren’t. He’s seen you naked and has made you orgasm more times than he’s ever let you touch him. Which, by your calculations so far, is never. 

But now? Sunghoon can’t fight back and tell you to relax and enjoy yourself. He’s driving and needs to concentrate on not crashing the car instead of putting his mouth and fingers on you. You know he’ll tell you if he really wants you to stop, but you won’t because you like that he can’t get the satisfaction of making you come before he does. 

His thigh tenses underneath your palm and you feel how muscular he is. It makes your mouth water when you think about what Sunghoon looks like fully naked. His pants don’t give you much to work with—they’re probably some expensive brand that makes him look casual and put together at the same time—but you see the outline of his hardening dick when you look at his lap. 

The music in the background faded away for the both of you. Neither of you care that you have an hour left of the drive at this point. Sunghoon is laser focused on making sure the car doesn’t swerve, and you’re done holding your resolve back.

Your hand ghosts over his clothed dick and Sunghoon inhales a particularly sharp breath like he wasn’t expecting you to be this bold. Your fingertips barely graze the entirety of him and he’s already melting against you. He acts like he’s never been touched before with the way he sits and refuses to make eye contact with you or your hand. 

He hardens underneath your touch the more you touch him. Sunghoon utility grunts when your hand cups his dick through his pants and he nearly jolts out of the driver’s seat when you do. You look at him in amazement and he sees you from the corner of his eye, willing his beating hard to remain still and keep the two of you from crashing onto the side roads. 

“You’re so hard.” 

You say it like an observation. You look at Sunghoon knowing he can’t look back, and some part of him thinks you enjoy torturing him when he can’t retaliate. Your hand makes work of his cock and you switch from squeezing him to slowly stroking over his pants. 

“Getting comfortable?”

You chuckle. “More than that. I’ve wanted to know how big you are since the first night I stayed over.”

“What do you think?” 

A smile he’s never seen you wear before dawns on your lips. It’s a mix between sly and mischievous, sultry and seductive. He almost thinks you’ve got him under some kind of spell with the way you’re looking at him.

“You don’t disappoint.” 

It’s not what he expected to hear. And yet, some part of him wants to get you to tell him exactly what he wants. 

Sunghoon licks his lips to distract himself from your hands that have undone his button. He tries to keep his foot steady on the gas pedal when he hears the zipper come down, revealing his boxers underneath. You don’t make a fuss about it, either. You aren’t as timid or as nervous as you’ve been the past two times Sunghoon has touched you. Instead, you act like a woman on a mission, and you’d be damned if anybody got in the way of what you want. 

He nearly chokes when he sees you bend over the console. Your face hovers right above his lap and he’s praying to every entity he knows that he won’t crash the vehicle. Sunghoon risks a glance to his right and sees the way your body is arched to accommodate the small space, and he forces himself to look back on the road instead of reaching behind you to touch you. 

When you start to pepper kisses on his covered dick, Sunghoon audibly moans. It makes you laugh against him and you hear the way the gas pedal accelerates just briefly before Sunghoon keeps himself in check. You test his limits when your hand comes to pull him out of his boxers. 

The way you stare at his dick makes up for how nonchalant you were just moments ago. 

Your eyes visibly widen and Sunghoon hears you swallow loudly. He smirks to himself and grips the steering wheel when you pull him out of his boxers completely and grip the base to accurately assess him. He’s fully hard, so hard that he thinks he might pull over and have his way with you. But he doesn’t want to have sex with you on a random street and would rather wait it out until he gets to his vacation home. Still, it pains him to not be able to watch you properly. 

“So fucking big,” you whisper to yourself. A sense of pride blooms in Sunghoon’s chest. He’s heard women say this about him before because his length and girth leave nothing to doubt. But something about hearing you compliment him makes Sunghoon’s heartbeat irrationally fast. 

He doesn’t know what to expect. You press a little kiss to his warm tip and he breathes through his nose while his knuckles turn white from gripping the steering wheel so hard. It’s cute, the way you kiss his dick from the top to the base. Sunghoon has never had a woman adore him like this before. He loves them eager and will never say no to having a tight throat around him, but he feels warmth spread all over his body when you kiss him there. 

You clench in your seat when you start to envision yourself taking his dick in more ways than one. He’s ginormous and much bigger than you’ve ever taken before, and it excited you more than he knows. You find yourself nearly drooling the more you kiss on his dick and can’t help but let your tongue glide over his warm skin, relishing in the way Sunghoon moans from above you. 

Curiously, you envelope the tip inside of your mouth. He’s big like this. Sunghoon grunts as you fit him between your lips and when he feels your hands push against his base for stability. You don’t rush yourself, either. You both know he’s far bigger than you’ve experienced before and for as eager as Sunghoon is, he’s become so aroused at the idea that you’re taking your time because you haven’t had the experience yet. 

You’ve been keeping to yourself out of the fear of acting out of line when Sunghoon has been the one to initiate pleasure. He’s never asked for anything in return, nor has he ever expected you to get him off just because he did it for you. It makes you want to repay him, if not for all the orgasms, then for all of the times he’s made you feel good about yourself. 

Sunghoon chokes when you push your mouth further onto him. Drool coats the corners of your mouth the more you take him and you take your time with the pace. There’s something about the quiet ambiance and the low volume music in the background that makes this moment feel that much more sensual. Whereas you’d feel inadequate should you have touched Sunghoon otherwise, you feel in control right now. 

Your head comes back up to pull him out of your mouth before diving back in. Sunghoon’s hand cups the back of your head like he’s trying to stabilize himself while the other keeps his grip on the steering wheel. 

“Shit. That’s so good.” He strokes your head with his thumb and it brings an odd sense of comfort, considering the fact that you have his dick in your mouth. 

His naturally salty taste coats your tongue the more you push your head towards his lap. The tip hits the back of your throat with every passing moment and you find yourself clenching around absolutely nothing the more you push Sunghoon closer over the edge. His ragged breaths barely form moans because of how good he feels with your mouth on him. 

“I’m close,” Sunghoon says through gritted teeth. He tells you as a warning so you can lift your head and be free from his come, but to his surprise, you don’t pull away from him. “Oh, fuck.” 

He grips the back of your head with deadly force to pull and push your mouth. The gagging sounds of your spit egg him closer to his orgasm, and the way your hand stabilizes against his leg to move in tune with his movements makes him come straight into your mouth. 

You still as soon as you feel his semen hit the back of your throat and choke on it. It tastes warm and salty, but uniquely Sunghoon. His grip on your hair loosens as he relaxes and you take this opportunity to swallow with his cock still in your mouth. Sunghoon hisses at the feeling but doesn’t push you off of him. He feels you lick his base and around his dick until he’s as clean as can be. You tuck him back in your pants and sit back in your seat.

From the corner of his eye, Sunghoon watches you push his come from the former of your mouth onto your thumb and lick it.

“You make me so fucking horny.” You chuckle and face him, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. “You’re a brat, you know that? Couldn’t even wait until we got to the house.” 

“Dunno. You seemed to like it.” 

You find humor in the sight of his softening cock against his pants and boxers, and tuck him back in carefully. 

Sunghoon wills himself to remain soft for the remainder of the drive. 

***

His vacation house is fairly modest. It isn’t the grand spectacle you expected, like his penthouse in Seoul. Instead, it’s quaint and beautiful like a suburban house on a hot summer’s day. The sun has already set and the dark blanket that covers the night sky shines with a billion stars. You’re happy to be here instead of the big city because you can actually see them. 

Sunghoon smiles to himself when you make him look at the moon. It amuses him when you grab onto his arm and point to it, yet he finds himself basking in this moment as you unapologetically share your happiness with him. 

You offer to help him carry bags inside, but he tells you not to worry about it since neither of you brought too much. Sunghoon tells you the passcode and you joke about how comfortable he must be with you to willingly give you the combination. It’s wildly fascinating how comfortable you are with Sunghoon away from work where nobody could ever see the two of you and make the assumption that you two are sleeping together when your careers could be put on the line. Here, you two are lovers. 

He pulls you into the kitchen for some water and takes you on a grand tour of the house. It’s nothing like his place in Seoul, but it’s still beautiful altogether. Photos of his family adorn the walls and you stop to look at every picture of Sunghoon as a child, to which he tries to pull you away, but you don’t budge. He blushes even more when you kiss his cheek and comment how cute he is when he’s trying to act all nonchalant and cool in front of you. 

Sunghoon’s attitude changes when he leads you to the primary bedroom, though. While this house is technically shared by his entire family, Sunghoon is the one who purchased it initially. Everybody uses the other guest bedrooms and have chosen designated ones for themselves when visiting the house. The room has elements of his decorative taste and reminds you of his house in Seoul. It’s elegant and sophisticated, neat and organized. 

You’re not able to think about it too much because Sunghoon closes the door behind you and pulls you into his body for a kiss. With both hands steady on your waist, he pushes his plush lips against you until your back touches the wall. You gasp against his mouth and he drinks it up like it’s water. 

“You deserve a reward for giving me the best head,” Sunghoon mutters against your mouth, tilting his head to kiss you deeper. One of his hands snakes its way to grasp your neck to make you look up at him. The subtle control he has on your body makes you even more aroused. “But I was going to do that anyway, since you’ve been such a good girl for me all this time.” 

He moves your body quickly albeit gently until your back hits the mattress. Sunghoon climbs on top of you and pushes his head in the crook of your neck and begins peppering wet kisses along the skin, effectively making you screw your eyes shut with your back arching until your chest is pointed towards the ceiling. Sunghoon feels your hands wrap around his head as if to keep him there, and he moves to the other side of your neck. 

Your legs part naturally and Sunghoon slots himself between them. It feels like a million volts of electricity are flowing through your body simultaneously without any way to stop them from overtaking your senses. You pull him impossibly closer to you and Sunghoon doesn’t complain when you slot your fingers in his hair and tug slightly at the roots. 

“You stayed with me for six years and I’ve never properly appreciated you,” he says against your neck. His breath makes you shudder. “Can’t believe I’ve never shown you gratitude. Fuck me for treating you like some assistant.” 

“Aren’t I?”

“No.” He kisses up your jawline until capturing your mouth into a harsh kiss that leaves your mind spinning. Sunghoon licks your bottom lip and pushes his tongue inside when you open your mouth. 

He doesn’t elaborate further, but you can’t find it in yourself to care. Sunghoon moves his head down to kiss over your neck again and moves across your collarbone before pushing your tank top sleeve off of your shoulder, pressing kisses along both of them as he works his way down your body. 

You ache for him and he knows it when you push your chest against him. Sunghoon brings a hand to cup your left breast. He kneads it in between his fingers and moans against your skin when you sigh from above him. As if to ask for more, you tug on his hair again and he pulls your top town until you’re free from its confines. 

“Holy shit,” he whispers as he stares at your naked chest. Sunghoon brings both hands to cup your breasts and gives them a gentle squeeze, watching as they slot in between his fingers. “Your tits are perfect.” 

“Sunghoon,” you whine. 

“Hm? Can’t handle it?” 

You shake your head and he holds your eye contact as he licks both of your nipples one by one. It makes you whimper and Sunghoon lowers himself until his face is situated against your chest. 

“You’re cute when you’re shy,” says Sunghoon. He doesn’t wait for your response and wraps his mouth around your right nipple, gently licking over the bud with his warm tongue.

For him to be as intimate as he is, it puts you at a different level. You can’t remember the last time a guy has made you feel as worshipped as Sunghoon. From the first few times he’s touched you until now, he acts like adorning your body with his is the only purpose he has in life. 

His mouth is warm and wet. Sunghoon’s mouth tugging away at your nipple and squeezing your chest with his hands drives you crazy. You can’t help but thrust your hips right against him as a reaction. Sunghoon moans against you and switches his mouth to the other bud while kissing you all over the place. 

Once your nipples are nice and erect, Sunghoon dips between your breasts and kisses the middle of your chest. He beckons you to lift yourself up just enough for him to remove your tank top from your body, flinging it somewhere behind you before he trails his mouth down your body. 

Sunghoon puts open-mouthed kisses along your warm skin and you feel his ginormous hands slide down your body. It’s like he’s holding you in place the more he leaves wet kisses on you until he reaches the sweatpants you’re wearing. Sunghoon takes it off with ease until you’re left in nothing but your underwear. 

“I need to taste you again.” He licks your covered cunt with the surface of his tongue. “Can’t fucking get enough.” 

Sunghoon pulls the fabric down your legs and once he’s discarded them, he pulls you closer to his face and shoves his tongue in between your folds. There’s no warning or any precursor. He eats you whole and devours your body with his mouth. 

He pushes his face deeper into you until his nose brushes against your clit. You lose all of your inhibitions and roll your hips against his face while bringing your hands to steady him in place, which makes him moan right into your body. The vibrations send your mind into a frenzy and you think you might as well be drunk. 

Sunghoon relishes in the string of moans coming from your mouth and grows more eager to get you off with every second that passes by. His drool coats the entirety of your cunt and he switches between forcefully thrusting his tongue inside of you, and licking up your slit like he’s afraid he’ll miss a drop of your wetness.

“She’s so wet for me,” he says when he finally pulls back. There’s a string of spit that connects your cunt with his bottom lip and Sunghoon quickly bends down to lick it up. “Just for me, yeah?”

You nod feverishly, entangling your fingers in his hair. “Just for you.” 

“So fucking pretty, too.” He brings his fingertips to your entrance and grazes over your swollen clit, brushing them across your slit. It makes your body feel like it may as well be on fire. 

“More,” you plead. “I need more.”

“Baby needs my fingers too, huh?” he taunts. Sunghoon pushes the entirety of his middle finger inside of you and curls it on the downward push. You clench around him and grip the bed sheets beside you for stability. “She’s so greedy.” 

You look at him but he isn’t focused on you anymore. Sunghoon stares at your lap and you become acutely aware of the fact that you are completely naked while he’s still fully clothed. His sleeves are rolled to his elbow while his vein-covered arm is thrusting in and out of you. It makes you roll your eyes backwards and arch your back up into the air, and Sunghoon smirks while adding another finger. Even this feels like it’s too much. You don’t relent, however, and clench around his fingers. 

“Your pussy is so tight from just this. I wonder what you’ll feel like around my cock.”

“Make me cum and you might find out.”

“Oh? You think you can talk back to me?” He pistons his fingers in and out of you with intense, rapid precision. You don’t know how Sunghoon manages to leave you speechless, save for the wanton moans that echo in his bedroom. “You think you can speak when I’m making you moan like that?”

“D-Dick.”

“Yeah,” Sunghoon says with a smirk. “A big one, too.”

“S-Shut up.” He ignores you. 

“You’re close, I can tell.” 

Sunghoon bends down and moves his tongue against your pussy along with his fingers pushing in and out. He swallows your wetness and the slick he’s pulling out of you like an oasis. Sunghoon doesn’t bother looking at you, either. He’s laser focused on the task at hand and isn’t afraid to moan against you, too, letting you know just how good he feels getting you off. 

Your body starts to convulse the more he plunges his fingers inside of you. With the added sensation of his warm mouth moving to your clit to suck on the sensitive bud, it’s no surprise that you come against him with a loud moan. 

“Keep it coming,” he beckons. “Give me your fucking cum and let me taste you like this.”

Who are you to deny him?”

You buck your hips while Sunghoon keeps you between him and the mattress, pinning your body to the sheets below. His face chases your hips when you move and thrash your body around like he’s trying to tame a wild animal. You certainly feel like one. You’ve suddenly let go of all your inhibitions and stopped feeling insecure about Sunghoon looking at you and touching you like this. There’s no second guessing when it comes to him pleasuring you. Sunghoon looks like he needs to or else he’ll die. 

Maybe it’s the years spent alongside him. Maybe it’s the weeks you’ve spent being taken out to fancy dinners with an all expenses-paid meal that you don’t have to think about. Or, maybe it’s the fact that Sunghoon has never given you the impression that you’re lacking in the bedroom after years of trying to find good sex. People say it comes naturally and you’ve been tired of waiting. He brings out something in you that you’ve never felt before.

Is this what it means to yearn? To burn? To desire someone? 

When your hips fall back down, Sunghoon pulls his fingers out and clutches your waist with both hands to lick up the remnants of your orgasm around your folds before moving across the inside of your thighs to lick up your slick. He moves his tongue gently, a nice juxtaposition compared to mere seconds prior. He licks you in long, relaxed stripes that make the come down that much smoother. 

Sunghoon hums when you put your hands back in his hair. You don’t tug on it this time and match the sensitivity he’s showing you. You assume he must like it when his hair is played with because he purrs against you like a kitten while drinking from its milk bowl. His hair is soft but thick, no doubt laced with expensive hair products he’s asked you to replenish a million times. They work for him, though, because his hair feels like you’re touching an expensive fabric.

“You are unreal,” Sunghoon mumbles before pressing one last kiss to your bud. He pulls away and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before bending down to kiss you. It’s tender and soft, and you try not to smile too much. 

“Your mouth is magical,” you say in a drunken daze. “That tongue…”

“Complimenting me now, are we?” 

You huff out a laugh and sit up, tugging on the bottom of Sunghoon’s shirt before he gets the hint and takes it off of him. His sculpted body looks like it was created from clay by a master of ceramics, each chisel of his rigid abdomen prominent and calling your name. You bring your hand to touch him there and feel him tense beneath you. You don’t pay any mind to the way he’s staring at you while you’re busy exploring his body. 

This must be what he felt like when he saw you naked for the first time. You’re at a loss for words and it’s like your mind has gone completely berzerk. You don’t know what to do next or where to look. His broad shoulders are enticing you, but at the same time, his defined biceps make you want to sink your teeth into his skin and never let go. Would he be into that? 

Sunghoon is uncharacteristically quiet. He doesn't make a remark or send a quip your way about how he’s managed to render you speechless. Instead, he looks at you like he can’t believe he’s in this position with your naked body right in front of him, touching his chest like you’re the first person to discover treasure. You can feel the goosebumps on his pectorals and move your way to his shoulder, grazing down his arm until finally landing at the belt buckle that immediately brings you back to sucking him off in the car. 

“You’re looking at me like you want to eat me,” Sunghoon says, breaking the silence. 

“And if I wanted to?” 

Sunghoon removes your hand from his belt buckle and stands from the mattress to face you on the bed. Without losing eye contact, he unbuckles his belt and pulls the zipper down slowly, savoring every reaction from you. He doesn’t mind that your eyes flicker from his own to his crotch because he keeps his eyes on you. He doesn’t care that you start to ignore him for his dick. In fact, Sunghoon feels emboldened in a way he’s never felt before. Other women love him for his cock. He thinks you might like him for that and much more, too. 

When Sunghoon steps out of his clothing, you crawl on your hands and knees until your face is met with the sight of his erection. It stands tall and proud, facing you as if trying to say it’s ready for your mouth. Sunghoon watches you push half of him down your throat with relative ease after giving him a blowjob in the car, and his face contorts into that of pleasure. 

He looks like Adonis when he’s being pleasured. This realization sparks a fire within you and it makes you wonder what kind of sounds and expressions you can pull out of him. Too turned on to care about the consequences of your sudden actions, you push your head as far down his dick as you can while hollowing your cheeks to allow room for air and comfort as you start to rock your mouth against him. 

The wet sounds make this whole ordeal that much hotter. Sunghoon widens his stance to accommodate your body and watches you arch your back with your ass up in the air. You watch him lose his mind and stare at you for a moment before throwing his head back when you look up at him. You try to smirk with him in your mouth and use your arm as leverage in order to push even more of him down your throat. 

“Fuck. You’re so good at this.” 

A momentum builds. You don’t know if it’s because Sunghoon keeps muttering curse words every time your tongue passes his veins or because of the erotic sounds coming from your mouth, but you naturally push yourself against him faster. Sunghoon loses himself in you too, and begins to rock his hips back and forth to meet your movements. His hands come to hold your hair in place and when he tugs at the roots for stability, you moan against his dick. 

Sunghoon grunts while pushing himself deeper into your mouth, but you don’t stop him. It stings and it aches, but the feeling of his girth making room down your throat feels like you’re chasing after some kind of near unattainable high. It’s thrilling, the way Sunghoon’s resolve melts completely. His hips thrust faster as he mouth fucks you with the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. He moans deeply when you choke on him and can’t find it in him to tell you just how good you’re making him feel. 

“I have to fuck you,” Sunghoon says breathlessly. “I have to or I might die.” 

You don’t have time to react because he’s pushing you on your back and hovering his body above yours. You gulp when you feel him slot the underside of his dick right onto your bare lap and clench around nothing when you see the way Sunghoon is measuring just how big he is against you. 

“I’ll be right there.” He uses the tip of his dick to point at the deepest part of you, and it makes you bite your lip to hold back a moan. 

Sunghoon rocks himself until his slit is gliding across your wet slit. The sound echoes like a soft splash the more he moves himself back and forth. You’re positive he can feel the way you start to clench with every passing second, making you whine and beg for him without meaning to. 

“Put it in.”

“My cock?” Sunghoon asks innocently, dipping the head inside before pulling it out to resume grinding it against you. He dips it inside once again before pulling it out, and you feel like you’ve completely lost your mind at the anticipation. 

“I need it,” you say in a fit of desperation. “P-Please give it to me.” 

“I love it when you beg,” Sunghoon replies, dipping himself inside of you once again just to pull out. You watch his entire shudder as he holds himself back from properly putting himself inside of your cunt. “I never see this side of you. It’s so fucking sexy.” 

Sunghoon dips the tip inside of your folds, but he doesn’t pull out. With his hand gripped at his base, he watches as his dick disappears inside of you slowly, pushing half an inch at a time in order to savor the feeling of your tight walls wrapping him inside of you. Your breathing becomes irregular with every passing move and Sunghoon looking like a Greek god from above you doesn’t help slow your heart beat. 

“Condom?” You shake your head. 

“Birth control.” 

He keeps his mouth wide open like he’s staring at something completely unbelievable the more he watches himself push inside of you until he’s managed to sheath himself completely to the brim. 

“Tight,” Sunghoon hisses, keeping himself lodged inside of you without pulling away. “So goddamn tight. It’s been a while since you’ve been fucked, hasn’t it?”

“I…”

“It’s okay.” He pulls out slowly and pushes then himself back in, making you feel just as full as the first time. “I’m here to fix that.” 

The room is so hot and heavy with passion and euphoria. Sunghoon’s dick glistens with your slick and his precum, and it’s making the glide that much easier the faster he goes. The drag against your walls makes you feel like you’re orbiting another planet. You cling onto Sunghoon’s shoulder for dear life and claw at his back when he snaps his hips into yours once you’ve pulled his body closer to you. 

It’s like the two of you are trying to crawl into each other’s skin. Sunghoon pushes the entirety of his weight onto you and you hold him there like you’re afraid he’ll disappear if you let go of him. His body is warm and sticky with sweat from being in this hot room all night without any of the windows cracked open, but you don’t care. You love seeing Sunghoon lose his inhibitions and control you the way he’s always wanted to. 

He pins your body in between his and the mattress while pulling his hips back just to push into you harshly. The smacks bounce off of the walls while he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck and messily kisses your skin with his hot breath. He pushes around his saliva with his tongue the more he kisses on your neck, and you wrap your legs around him when you feel your body let go. It’s hard to keep yourself quiet when you’re with Sunghoon.

“Coming already?” he says with a grunt. It’s a mix between amusement and satisfaction. Sunghoon pulls himself away from your neck to peer below him where the two of you are connected and temporarily thrusts at a quicker pace when he sees your cum coating his cock. He groans in disbelief and pistons his hips against your until temporarily stilling inside of you once he feels you clench around him. “You’re gonna be the fucking death of me.” 

Sunghoon positions his palms until they’re on either side of your head. The new angle allows him to reach you deeper, hitting your sweet spots in a way no one has before. His muscles keep him balanced and upright on his bed while you spread your legs even wider than before to accommodate his body between yours. 

He looks and sounds like absolute sine when he fucks you. No amount of wet dreams could ever compare to the real thing. 

“O-Oh my God,” you choke. “Keep going. I-I’m gonna come again.”

“Shit, baby. Give it to me right now or I’ll stop,” Sunghoon says, his hips meeting yours ferociously. Albeit much weaker after having orgasmed twice before, you manage to finish on his cock for the third time in the span of one evening and clutch the sheets between your fingers until you see little stars against your closed eyes. 

Sunghoon pistons his hips faster and faster when he focuses on your face. You peek your eyes open once you’ve gained some semblance of reality and watch as he moans with his mouth open and eyes trained on you–your chest, your neck, your lips–before he spills inside of you. 

“F-Fuck,” he grunts. “Take my cum like the good girl I know you are.”

It’s warm and sticky, pooling from between your bodies with the sheer volume that’s coming from him. Sunghoon doesn’t stop to push it all out at once. Instead, he continues his fast, rough pace and slams his hips against yours as he continues to spill his come inside of your pussy. His arms grow weaker and weaker by the second, and you see him start to lose his balance the more he comes down from his high. 

He doesn't completely stop fucking you, either. Not when you’ve started to relax. Not when he’s collapsed onto your chest. 

Sunghoon still manages to subtly move his dick in a slow drag. It stings in all the right ways and the friction makes your legs ache, but you don’t ask him to get off of you. Sunghoon peppers kisses onto your jawline and uses his hands to soothe your sweaty forehead, pushing away any hair that comes in front of your eyes. 

Yeah, you’ll admit that it feels fucking amazing to be doted on like this. Sunghoon doesn’t rush to get off of you and leave you to clean up after yourself. He’s still lodged inside you, semi-hard even after orgasming. Sunghoon kisses you as if to remind you that he’s still with you while his hands touch every available part of your body he can find. 

In the years you’ve known him, you’ve learned that Sunghoon is a man of few words when it comes to his feelings. He can talk, but he doesn’t say much. He’s the kind of person to show you how he feels through his actions, and you’re starting to feel like he might care about you with the way he isn’t letting you go. 

“You’re incredible,” he mumbles against your jaw. His lips feel nice and soft. “I can’t believe we waited so long to do this.” 

“I don’t think I can feel my legs.” 

He chuckles and scrapes your skin with his teeth. “Good. Can’t have you tarnishing my reputation now.”

“You have a reputation?” He shakes his head. 

“Nah. Just wanted to get a rise out of you.” 

“You’re so stupid.” You laugh anyway and kiss him when he puts his lips on yours. 

“Hope you’re not tapping out now. I’ve got years of good sex to make up for.” 

“What?” 

Sunghoon turns your body over until your stomach and chest are against the mattress. He slots himself in between your legs and pulls them apart just enough for him to rest his tip against your slit. You feel his hands grip your hips to pull you into a small arch, presenting even more of himself to you. 

“Didn’t think we were done, did you?” 

Sunghoon slides right back in. 

***

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[dandyshucks]

ack ough augh me when paranoia gets the better of me smh smh dfsjkl

anyways i am having a rly weird night and deleted the post w the oc first concept drafts, but I can tell yall that their names are Philby and Theodor :]

[militaryapple]

MY BEST FRIEND'S BROTHER IS THE ONE FOR ME .ᐟ

synopsis. mc leaves to go to the store and youre left alone with her wildly hot "brother". so what if you both get tipsy? whats the harm in that? its not like she liked him anyways.

cw. fem!reader, you & mc are bff's, virginity loss, cunillingus, oral ( fem recieving ), p in v creamie, pet names, unprotected (PLEASE BE PROTECTED OMG), praise like a lot of it, fingering, use of term "babygirl", biting, teasing (omg i need this man bad.)

add ons. this came to me in a dream. sum like that.

wc. 2.6k

sundays were the best. why? because you spent the entire day with her. your best friend in the entire world, and you meant that. you couldn't do anything without her, not like she'd let you anyway. you'd both had always been with each other. you guys were practically holding hands in the womb. which could probably explain the same brain wave you both share.. nonetheless it doesn't wipe away that Sundays were the best. hanging out with your best friend, playing games and well..

eyeing her super-hot unrelated related brother. okay, fine, you go over her dorm on Sundays to oogle her so-called "brother". what's the harm in that? it's not like you're acting on your feelings. it was just a small crush you've had.. since forever. it's also not like he noticed you anyways, he's always had his eyes set out for her. you don't loathe them for that. its how things have always been. its fine you don't mind, as long as you get to keep your friendship its fine.

a loud slapping noise snapped you back into reality as you look down at the table, the red uno card with a number 6 on it scattered down. fuck. pick up 3. you groan as you watched how happily she hummed. for a hunter, she knows how to play uno really well. you sigh in defeat as you set down the uno cards.

"whatever" you mumble softly. "you probably cheated anyways! hey, actually lets do a rematch! I can win!" you slammed your soda down on the table as she shook her head in disapproval. "nuh-uh! you said if I won 3 times in a row you'd do it!" she slammed her cup down in resilience. you really need to stop making bets you cant win. you fall back on the bed to resign. "fine! I'm not going to the store with you though. that shits like an hour away for one and two I do NOT want to hear you rub in my face on how you won."

she hummed in approval as she eyed you down. "I can take that over not winning any day. you might miss out on some really good in and out though" she said sweetly, you thought about it before huffing out "a slushy and small fry." was all she needed to hear before getting up, and right on cue, he came in. caleb looked down at her, then at you. his face widens in a grin. "what bet did you win today pip-squeak?" he said patting her head and chuckling. she pointed towards you and embarrassment washed in. next thing you know she had taken caleb's key and waved goodbye to the both of you.

knowing her it would take 2 hours to get from the store and back, she gets side tracked too easily. sometimes you worry for your best friend. caleb slumped down on the couch, turning on the tv as he looked at you before calling out. "hey, get over here. you and I both know it'll be a while until she comes back. plus.. she has my keys and car. can't go anywhere now." he scooted over patting next to him on the side of the couch.

you got up and moved next to him, scooting towards the other end of the couch as you both watched the agonizingly boring movie that played. sometimes you didn't get these one on one moments with him. compared with her, he's more quiet around you. sometimes with the occasional flirty friendly banter, he seemed.. more comfortable. you two have known each other for a long time, so it wouldn't hurt to just make a simple conversation with him right? with that thought you scooted closer to him.. then after a while a little closer.. then just pushing your luck just a tad bit closer.

caleb looked down at you, he let out a small laugh before holding his arm out and shifting his position, he pulled you closer now wrapping his arm around you while you leaned on him. you could smell the faint scent of musk, like a woody pine tree. it wasn't a bad smell. "you thought I wouldn't notice?" he said gently. he looked down at you in amusement. he enjoyed this, and it was good for you to know that thankfully you didn't step over any boundaries you thought you two had established.

you huffed as you looked away. "I was just making this more comfortable for us." you waved your hand in his face. "we're stuck together, right?" you hummed looking up at him. his face shifting from calm to surprised, and then smug.

you swore you could see a glint in his eye.

"okay, take a shot if you don't want to answer, or you can answer. there was more to the game but uh, that's more for parties." he said sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. your face waved over with an emotion of shock, or was it amusement? whichever came into your mind first. "I didn't know mr. gentleman here was the party type. caleb we've been friends since we were kids, I want to play the actual game. not some remake you just made up." you snickered, your arms crossing as you leaned back on the couch, caleb sat across from you on the floor, yet he was still eye level with you.

"hey." he snapped back in a hurt tone, "Im not just a party guy. I only do it if you and her aren't here entertaining me or if you guys are done and I have some spare time. I cant always intrude on both of your adventures. and I still am a gentleman." he prided himself. it makes you think, how many times have you and your best friend left caleb while you both went on your little rendezvous? oh whatever, think later win now.

caleb started out first, he flipped the card over and handed It to you. you looked at it. you gave a quick glance at him before you read the card out loud. "okay, how many times have you got off this week.. and what to?" you said shyly, setting down the card gently. fuck that was a weird question. It's a drinking game but, jesus. caleb turned flushed, he coughed before looking away and pouring himself a shot.

"..."

that's okay, you wouldn't answer either, and skipping it would be more embarrassing, you picked up a card and slid it over to caleb. he almost choked. "are you sure-" he said in-between coughs, "you want to play this? I think I have the wrong deck-" he said quickly scrambling to grab the cards before you could stop him.

"its fine" you said happily "I want to play caleb, seriously." with that, he settled down, looking at the card you picked up once more and reading it out loud. "think of a person, and point out the feature you notice the most when you see them." he said, placing down the card. fuck.

you don't want to point out his obviously big dick that you look at everytime you see him, but you don't wanna get tipsy the first couple of rounds. you looked at your body and the clothes you had on, oh fuck it. lets go out with a bang. you slip off your black shirt, your pink bra flawlessly taking the spotlight. caleb couldn't help but stare at what seemed to be the prettiest bra in the entire world to him before he looked away. "great start." he mumbled.

caleb picked up a card and handed it to you, a grin forming on your face as you held the card, "biggest turn on?" you asked amused. staring at him as his face gave a wash of surprise, he let out a small chuckle. "ah, cliche to say pretty girls with pretty undergarments?" he said softly. your grin stiffening while you placed the card down. whatever, two can play that game.

you grabbed a card, moving in and leaning towards Caleb because all of a sudden he was just oh so far. handing him the card he could see just enough of your boobs, was that a part of your nip- no. Caleb shook it off as he looked at the card in his hand. "wildest sex dream you've had?" he asked, putting the card down and taking another shot. was it him or was the room warm?

you would tease him and say "my best friend's boyfriend and I on a couch fucking nastily" but you couldn't muster up the words. so instead you poured yourself a shot and down the hatch it went. you weren't a heavy drinker, and not much of a tolerance, which is why you chose to skip and strip instead of sink and drink. so much for not getting tipsy, let alone drunk.

he gulped, grabbing another card, before sliding it to you. he was nervous, had he ever been this nervous around you? like really really nervous? fuck fuck fuck. so many things were going through his mind. it was driving him nuts. you picked up the card and read it, snorting. "childhood crush?" oh. that was easy for him.

"you."

you looked up blinking, scanning his face for any sort of joke, any sort of shift to tell you "haha I'm joking" but there wasn't. he was serious. you grabbed the bottle of pink Whitney, downing as much as you could in a cup before setting it down. "you're fucking lying caleb. don't think I don't see how you look at her." you snapped at him, which only made him laugh. god you were cute.

"yeah," he nodded "but how do you think she'd feel if i was messing around with her best friend hm? how i think about you in ways I shouldn't, how I crave you." oh shit. he had a point. though you looked at your phone, you two still had some alone time. "caleb.." you whimpered softly.

"don't do that to me baby. please." he almost begged you. he got up moving to the couch and leaning over you. his eyes scanning over your body, then his gaze unwavering from your face. "I've always wanted you. ha, sometimes I go crazy thinking about how many guys have even attempted to touch you." his voice barely above a whisper. his breath tickling your face.

"caleb, please. I fucking need you."

the sounds of sloppy kisses and clothes unraveling filled the air, you both moving from the living room to your room. you knew this was bad, but all the guilt you felt seemed to be swept to the side. you could deal with the emotional luggage later, you didn't want it to ruin the perfectly good scenario playing out, the one you thought about ever since you were in high school.

caleb was gentle with you, his hands placed behind your back as he attempted to undo your bra, clearly lost, you took it off and held on to him. he was sweet but eager yet tender with you and patient.

"this is my first time," you say sheepishly. caleb's eyes lit up, a smile on his face while he planted a kiss on the crown of your forehead. "It's alright baby. It's my first time too, I'm especially happy because it's with you." his hands circled around your stomach before making its way down to your clit. he pressed softly against the fabric of your panties while you let out a small mewl.

you sounded better than he imagined. his fingers circling around your clit, and in response he got to hear your beautiful sounds. he was practically drunk off them. his fingers pushed over your panties, exposing your cunt. caleb got down. his hands spreading your legs wider as his lips pressed small kisses against your lower ones.

he was like a pro, his tongue hitting all of your spots as you grab his hair. the way the vibrations of his groans overstimulated you more and more. "you taste absolutely delicious. where has this pretty cunt been all my life?" he groaned, breaking away from your swollen cunt. he got up and leaned into you, bringing your head up.

"wanna know how you taste?"

he kissed you while undoing his pants. sweats dropping while he pushed you down the bed, bringing his cock out. and jesus was he huge. you pulled him down on the bed with you, pushing him against the wall as you sat up towards him. "'m gonna ride you, okay?" you dropped your head down, positioning yourself before selling down on his cock. he was huge, fuck did it hurt so good. caleb couldn't help but dip his head in the crook of your neck, grabbing your hips as he whined in approval.

"thaaats it babygirl. you got it, you're so sweet, just for me, yeah?" he praised you, planting soft kisses all over, his hands guiding your hips rocking you back and forth and around. you held on him as he held you still, his hips thrusting in and out of you at a steady pace. you were cock drunk.

his tip hit every spot, every curve, every corner and inner spot of yours. you were made for his dick. you couldn't help but praise him on how good he was hitting your sweet spots, "you flatter me baby" caleb moaned, biting down on his lower lip.

caleb collected your head pulling it back as he bit down on you, sucking you and licking you. leaving marks showing people that you were his. you were taken, and that would never change. in exchange, you dug your nails in him, and only you would know that they were there, that you were there to place them on him.

caleb flipped you over, pounding into you. one blow after the other. there was no stopping him as he rolled his head back in pure bliss. from this angle he could see all your pretty curves, how your back naturally arches for him. he had fucked you stupid.

caleb growled, "finish with me, please baby" he pleaded, "I wanna feel you cum over my cock again 'n again. you can do that right baby?" he coos. you could feel him reaching deeper in you, stretching you out as his balls slap against your abused cunt.

your body felt like it was on fire. electricity flowing through every vein as you shook your walls gummy and clamping down on him. you're shaking violently as Caleb can't help but get a last few thrusts in. you were squirting.

everywhere.

caleb pulls out and moves back, admiring you, like a piece of artwork. "messy girl" he clicked his tongue before scooping you up and fixing the pillows on your bed, lying you down on one side while he moved to other to lie right next to you. he was sweet. Caleb cuddled and coo'd you, telling you how much of a perfect girl you were, how good you took him and how beautiful you were.

he just stared at you, you looked at him before getting out a small laugh, "yes, I love you too caleb." you say sweetly and he was sure his heart skipped a beat. all he could give back was a smile, kissing the crown of your head.

it was a tender moment before you both were rudely awakened by the door slamming open and loud voice in the back. "what the fuck do you think you're doing?"

oh shit.

[yougavememyopia]

Loser yandere, who is so desperate that he would do anything for your attention. No matter how humiliating.

He'd make sure to "accidentally" fall down in front of you so you help him up. You have to! It's what any person would do.

He'd put on an extra dramatic act for you. Pretending he injured his ankle really badly. Crying his heart out. He'd make you feel like a hero who saved the day.

You become his friend after helping him heal, spending the entire day with him. Of course, he'd do something for you to make up for occupying your time. Buy your favorite foods or give you small gifts.

After a while, he only became more annoying with his tactics. He'd become more confident. Not afraid to get caught lying.

"Ow, a paper cut. It hurts so bad... Can you kiss it better?"

"My shoulders feel so tense... Can you message them for me? Please?"

"I think my hair is all tangled. Can you run your hands through them? It'll soothe the pain..."

He'll start whining about how he's never had his first kiss before. What a loser. But you were his friend, you could teach him, right?

You rejected him. You thought he was dumb, clumsy, and lacked severe social awareness.

"Just one kiss! Please. Please. Please. Please. Pretty please. Pretty pleaseeee~"

"No. I already told you that kisses need to have intentions."

"And the intention is that... I learn."

"That's not what I meant-"

"Nooo! Come on.."

He opens his mouth to probably whine more. And you've had enough.

You push your fingers in his mouth. You don't really know how it happened, but his mouth swallowed around them. The feeling of his warm mouth against your skin felt good. You didn't lose composure. You were annoyed. Glad to finally quiet him down.

"Shut. Up. Shut up. For fuck's sake, it's been half an hour!"

He whimpers against your fingers. The feeling of your fingers in his mouth made him feel euphoric. Just as you were about to pull them out, he began to suck. His eyes were half-lidden as they looked into yours. It was as if he was begging for more.

"What the hell are you doing?" You tried to yank back your hand, but he grabbed your wrist. A pained moan escaped him. As if pulling out your fingers would physically hurt him.

"Nnmh.." He sucks greedily at your skin, licking in-between your fingers.

"Ugh, you're disgusting! What's gotten into you?" You forcibly take your fingers out, yanking your wrist out of his grasp.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I just.. I just- Um.. I panicked? I thought you wanted me to do it! I didn't know how else to respond..."

What was he supposed to say? He couldn't think of anything. He'd lower himself down on his knees, look up at you, and beg for forgiveness. All he knew was how to humilate himself after all.

Pt. 2.

[tarotbyjam24]

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Pile एक

funny without trying

doesn't hide you from their friends

sometimes boastful

extremely popular

knows everything about you

extremely smart

sometimes sassy

loves to look after you

usually hungry

sometimes rude without knowing it

loves listening to rap

never at home

doesn't realise they're very hardworking

sometimes feels underrated

remembers everything about you

sometimes pessimistic

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Pile दो

18+ read at your own consent

Reckless

very indecisive

always eating

a bit of a fattie :D

party boy

gives the best advice

yolo mindset

best outfit/music taste

Doesn't care what other think

JEALOUS AF

Loud af

Dom

"ooh, sexy"

"Babe"

"How do you feel?"

*SPANKS*

Horny 24/7

Your friends like his look but hates his personality

"Send Nu*es"

"Nice Ass"

BUYS EXPENSIVE SHITS TO EXPRESS HIS LOVE OR APOLOGIZE

LOYAL BUT HARDLY SAY NO FOR A GOOD ASS

huge book reader

obsessed with one girl

quiet but loud

comfort > style

with the right people

best secret keeper

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Pile तीन

ALWAYS looking at you

acts goofier around you

warm hugs

sends "this reminded me of you" texts

remembers every single word you've ever said

princess gf - bf who does anything to see her happy "baby"

"that's cute"

"hmmm?"

falling asleep on call

You've good taste in music

gm and gn texts

holds hands with you

"i can't wait for our future together"

big hands

"doll"

"go ahead... what "speak up. "were you saying?"

"don't be shy"

-grabs inner thigh-

holds your chin up w/Index finger and rubs lower lip w/thumb while making eye contact

"when they smirk and lick their lips"

"eye contact"

madly needs your attention

always ready to fight for you

impulsive and stubborn

seems terrifying but he's a warm bean

"duuude"

doesn't like horror movies

gives and wants kissies all the time

moms love him

high pitched scream

always fails when he tries to intimidate you

does everything to make you feel safe

"yooo"

enjoys causing chaos

pretty good at video game

feels a lil insecure sometimes

has some chad energy

can be hella sassy

afraid of being put aside

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Pile चार

super clingy

wants forehead kisses

loves to sit on ur lap

spoiled brat

cuddles

short

"call me your angel, anon!"

caring & sweet

veryyy emotional

always sleepy

"yes please"

will cry if yelled at

sub

"i love you, anon :("

apologizes 24/7

tall straight ADHD bf who loves games - 5'3 mentally ill gf who loves astrology

actually a huge nerd

protective af

secretly gay

super duper nice

very pretty eyes

insecure

music

lowkey clingy

og sk8r boy

loves 2 cuddle

likes plants a lot

old soul

probably the coolest person u will ever meet

loves cartoons

handsome af but also pretty af

baggy clothes

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[xiao-come-home]

Thinking about joining the astral express with Sunday... Only for him to follow you like a lost puppy. As your boyfriend,, pls take this while i write for the amphoreus trio <3 600+ words.

Sunday never expected that he would have to share his journey with someone else. Yet, here he is, exploring the unknown with you by his side with such an unexpected twist.

The new reality is quite hard to get used to, but he's glad to have you - your presence brings him comfort that needs no words. While of course, the Halovian tries to befriend everyone to finally put the awkward tension to rest, it's obvious he's first and foremost going to you. Not only as a friend, but now - as a partner.

That being said, he's also new to the whole relationship thing - he's had a few partners before, but they weren't as serious. Perhaps this is what love is? Those cursed butterflies in his stomach he has no control over, his wings covering his face when you look at him with that bright smile of yours, or the rest of the wings appearing and covering his face entirely when you catch him staring a bit too long...

"Sunny," you call out affectionately, "Hello? Penacony to Sunday!" Your hand waves in front of his face.

Sunday on the other hand, feels like he just got caught stealing, but ten times over. His face flushes red and the poor, poor wings cover his mouth at the speed of light. His gaze falls on the floor.

"I— I apologize," the halovian curses at himself for stuttering in his mind, "I... I did not hear what you said. But if you could repeat it, I'd love to listen."

Your hand moves to his face, gently pushing the wing away and rubbing the gentle feathers; he doesn't fight you, almost feeling like his body is listening to you more than his own mind. Once you press a kiss on his cheek, that's when Himeko brings the first aid kit...

Everything is new to you as well, including sharing a room with Sunday. Even though neither of you planned to be in a relationship together, it seems like someone else did with that plan of theirs (Himeko). He's actually pleased to decorate it with you, meshing the ideas together and creating something entirely new. Alas, another heart attack is waiting for him when the realization hits - one bed. Sunday doesn't hide his nervousness, but your confession admitting the same puts him a little at ease. His voice, although quiet, asks for your consent to hold your hands together.

Yes, he's a bit stiff. Yes, it'll take more than one night to get over. But his hand just fits so perfectly in yours, that the worries slip away.. making the Halovian snore not long after.

Actually, you might need to excuse Sunday for following you all the time, because you're guilty of it yourself. Not that he minds - it's merely another opportunity to spend time together. Now that he's a nameless - he has time to try out all the new hobbies he couldn't before. If you want to help him make breakfast, you're more than welcome to accompany him and guide him through the recipe, which eventually turns into a playful fight and stolen kisses here and there. Hmm, was it the sound of a camera shutter? Probably just your imagination.

"Sunday, I need to use the bathroom."

"Understandable. Please do."

"Can you leave?"

He's got the spirit, at least... Right!

The undeniable thing about Sunday's love - although very fragile, is still filled with endearment and care; his wings gently envelop your cheeks when your lips meet together in a kiss, his hands brush against yours noticeably before intertwining them, asking silently for your approval - perhaps sometimes letting someone enter your heart may yield beautiful results - as long as their intentions are to mend that shattered heart.

[dating-eveeything]

Cuddle game

Featuring: Parker

Fic type: fluff, scenario/headcanons

Purely self indulgent, I love him so much (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

Honestly, it's a hassle to get Parker to relax enough to cuddle. He's always pulling out boardgame after boardgame, raring to go as if it's the only thing he knows. And I mean, it is the only thing he knows.

Once introduced to the world of affection, there's no going back. Parker will follow you everywhere just so he can keep his grubby little hands on you. Reap what you sew, as they say.

He's still the ever energetic guy that wants to play games all the time, but now he's just more understanding of sometimes not wanting to play round, after round, after round. His feelings might still be a little hurt, but nothing a little cuddle can't help, right?

Parker runs on the colder side when it comes to body temp, and he uses that as a good excuse to leach off of you. He's the type of guy to rest his freezing cold hands on the back of your neck when you least expect it- but never during a game. He isn't a filthy cheater.

Speaking of cheaters, if he finds you trying to use cuddles as a way to persuade him into losing, or distracting him? Oh he's mad. How dare you use such evil tactics!

Yes, he'll fall for it every time, unable to resist your warmth, but that doesn't mean he can't do it without anger flowing through his bones

"You filthy fucking cheater..." He murmurs while wrapping his arms around you in return. His stomach and legs sprawled across the gameboard now destroyed and half-forgotten after you asked for a hug.

Parker knew it was a trap, yet he couldn't resist the allure of your arms around him- so he folded (almost immediately, might I add).

He'll never truly get over it, but accepts that it'll happen again and considers doing it himself once or twice. Though he'd never stoop to such a low level.

His skin is surprisingly soft, for being up in the attic for ages. He's got a few splinters on his hands, but his legs and arms are smoother than a bald man's head! He knows this, and enjoys when you smooth your hands over his arms while cuddling.

The way your hands glide up and down, and even trace his tattoos at times, really lulls him into melting into you more and more.

Cuddling is never truly comfortable, and it's not because of his accessories. He loves to sleep in the weirdest, most unfortunate positions known to man. This man has fallen asleep while doing downward dog and no one can tell me otherwise.

He really, really, enjoys resting on top of you. Whether you've got big on bazoomies or not, he's resting his head on your chest and rubbing up against you like a cat. It's his favorite thing to do.

He'll also take resting his head on your stomach as an alternative if you don't want the chest option. Albeit he does it in the most compromising way ever.

Your legs will be thrown over his shoulders and he's got his hands intertwined with his like it's chill. His head rests more over your pelvis than your stomach, but don't tell him that; he probably can't tell the difference.

Definitely a yapper. You could be half-asleep in the dead of night, and the only thing truly keeping you awake is Parker's voice vibrating from him to your chest- where you can hear it more clearly somehow. It's not uncomfortable by any means, but sometimes you've gotta grab his face and give him the most aggressive, demanding kiss that you can muster up at midnight.

Such a kiss gets him quiet for a handful of minutes, just enough time to fall asleep before he starts up his yapping again.

If you want him to be quiet for longer, you'll have to offer more than just a mere kiss- such as... Two kisses.

[upon-sunflower-trails]

tenna headcanons

sfw and nsfw relationship headcanons for tenna!

never doubt me because when i have a hyperfixation i don't PLAY

The sweetest to you, he will do just about anything to keep you happy. Giant bouquets of flowers, broadcasts dedicated to you, extravagant dates, the whole works

Makes sure everyone within a ten mile radius knows the two of you are an item. You're so so dear to him <3

Pet names for you consist of sweetheart, honey, sugar, and muffin. He goes overboard sometimes, and probably uses these nicknames more than your actual name

He gets veeery insecure, so he needs a lot of reassurance. Whether it be about himself or your relationship, he will constantly ask you for your favorite things about him, the reasons you're with him, if you would love him if he were a worm

Expect to play minigames with him constantly. He likes to take you on little game dates, where he leads your avatar around the beach and takes pictures of the two of you together

Anyone who asks about you will be subject to a six-page thesis in real time about how amazing you are and everything Tenna loves about you

When he's flustered, blush pops up on his screen and you can swear that you see him switch to static for a minute

He would be the one to confess first, no matter how worried he was that you would reject him

Even though Tenna is flashy, his confession of love would be incredibly personal. He would almost shrink a little as he admitted to his feelings, getting emotional as he accepted the fact that you would most likely reject him

He, of course, was overjoyed when you reciprocated. Returned to normal size as cheerful music blared, scooping you up in his arms and pressing kisses all over your face

He loves everything about you, and he thinks you're perfect. He has to sneak in at least one reference to you every time he's on-air

NSFW BELOW THE CUT

I see him as a switch; he prefers being a service top but he'll bottom when he's feeling particularly down on himself

When he's upset with his employees, dom all the way. Probably the kind of guy to bend you over his desk to blow off steam

To him, there's no better way to spend his night than with his face between your legs. Much prefers giving oral than fingering, in my very humble opinion

Will lightly toy with the idea of exhibitionism, in the way that he'd have you under his desk and sucking him off while in a meeting or something

Horrific praise kink. Please tell him how good he is, what a great job he's doing, how badly you needed him. He will increase his efforts by tenfold.

I headcanon that his antennas are super sensitive, which you likely either find out by accident or in the heat of the moment. He'll beg for you to touch them while you ride his face or fuck him

Vocal as hell (especially if you play with the antennas), he is practically incapable of staying quiet. He whimpers and moans when he's being more gentle or subbing, and lets out groans and hisses while pounding into you during his more dominant moments

Loooves to tease you, both with pet names in the moment and overstimulation. He can be unrelenting when he wants to be

Not big into pain (both giving and receiving), but will tug on your hair when particularly lost in blowing off steam

Lowkey has a breeding kink, even if he may never acknowledge it. Just can't get enough of filling you up.

Whether his comment to Mike about kids is true or not, if you are able (and want) to carry children, it'll become his newest fixation. The second you give him the go-ahead, yeah, he's creampie-ing you for weeks

He prefers to actually fuck you instead of just jacking off, but if he doesn't have any other options, he'll gladly pump himself to the thought of you while at his desk. Free hand covering his mouth while his monitor practically burns, whines of your name spilling from his lips

Size kink is basically a given with him. I mean, he towers over everybody, so you are of course no exception. Holding your much smaller hands over your head as he pins you against the wall to obliterate your insides is one of his guilty pleasures

hope you guys enjoyed reading :) tenna my beloved i hope i did you justice