#switch!txt

[lucidwntrr]

hihi! hru? i hope ur doing well!!

i thought of a juicy fic idea !! imagine pink fuzzy handcuffs (lmao me and my sabrina carpenter moment) on taehyun while using a vibrator on him! (handcuffs are a must because if he realized how good it felt he’d push your hand away, he just wouldn’t accept the overwhelming pleasure)

finally showing him that he doesn’t always have to be the dom one in the relationship—that he can also enjoy it as a sub as well meheheh :3

i like how you think…but i also hope you like this fic <3 !!

── tags: smut, switch!taehyun, vibrators, very minor overstimulation, some crying, edging, his submissive awakening, kind of dialogue heavy wc: 2.7k

“baby,”

you and taehyun have been making out and grinding against each other for the past 15 minutes. it wasn’t messy, just languid kissing with some tongue in between.

your hips twitching against taehyun’s bulge, and his rising up against you. it was like a slow dance between you too, very sensual.

“we’ve been at this for so long.” he groans, dragging a hand down your bag to grab your ass softly. he doesn’t mind kissing you, but he was getting impatient and aching for more.

you moan, “are you not enjoying this?”

he grinds against you, making you moan as you feel his hard cock press against you.

“of course i’m enjoying this, but…” his voice trails off into a whisper as he captures your lips into another kiss, sliding his tongue with yours. “we can keep doing it while i fuck you.” he finishes, biting on your lip as he pulls back.

“mmm,” you moan at that, you can’t deny that letting him fuck you with his large cock did sound pretty good right now.

“yeah, that sounds nice right?” he teases, slipping a hand between your pressed bodies and rubbing a finger against the wet spot that adorned your panties.

you whimper, pressing your hips against his finger while nodding your head and taehyun hums in approval.

“you get the lube and i’ll take these of, hm?” he suggests, pulling at the waistband of his boxers with his thumb.

you slide of the bed and rummage through the drawer beside it for lube. while searching, you did find what you were looking for. but you also found your vibrator and fuzzy, pink cuffs that taehyun hasn’t used on you in a while.

you peer back at taehyun who was distracted, lazily stroking his dick.

you grab the items and hold them behind your back, slowly climbing back into the bed with a smile. he turns his head to look at you, sitting up and resting on his elbows.

“why are you smiling like that,” he asks, quirking an eyebrow at you. you shrug your shoulders, sucking in your bottom lip.

“what are you hiding behind you?” his eyes travel to where your arms resided behind your back.

“nothing,” you drag out the word and taehyun chuckles, rising up and getting close so you’re face to face.

“you teasing me,” he whispers, tracing your bottom lip with his thumb, pressing on the plush skin. “come on, you see how hard i am?” he gestures to his throbbing dick.

“be a good girl and let me fuck you,” he finishes, kissing down your neck. you giggle, his soft lips tickling you. he huffs, leaning back and looking at you with slitted eyes. “what is it?”

“i want to try something,” you vaguely say, shrugging your shoulders again. taehyun nods his head and caresses your cheek, a gesture that says continue.

you pull your hands from behind your back, pink cuffs in one hand and your vibrator in the other, also pink.

“you’re vibrator?”

you eagerly nod your head, eyes switching between looking at taehyun’s confused face and the objects in your hand.

“what do you want to do with that, want me to use it on you like i have plenty of times,” he smiles, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you in.

you shake your head and point a finger at him.

“me? you want to use it…on me?” his hand drops from your waist as he processes what you were suggesting.

“yes,”

he laughs, shaking his head. “and where do you plan to use that, hm?” you don’t say anything, instead reaching a hand down to his dick and taehyun moans.

“i-i don’t think it would do much for me,” he responds, his voice breathy as you touch all over him gently.

“have you ever tried,” he shakes his head. “then how would you know, you’re truthfully missing out.” you state your case, wanting this more than you thought.

“am i,” he asks. “i can just take your word for it and you could let me fuck you now.”

with a pout you say, “b-but it feels good, i promise.” you hold out a pink finger for him to take.

he accepts it with a sigh, always a sucker for your pouty face. your bottom lip pushed out and they way your eyes get wide always makes him weak.

“so, you want to use a vibrator on me for the first time,”

“and handcuffs-!” you interject, holding up the fuzzy toy and dangling it in his face.

he scoffs with a laugh, “and cuffs?”

“please,” you rub a hand over the tip of his cock and taehyun shivers, his eyes fluttering just a tad bit.

“you’re lucky i trust you,” he smiles.

you celebrate on the inside, but only smile on the outside. “i’ll take care of you, promise.”

“you better.” he bites back, but something about those words made his skin prickle. he just shakes it off as nerves. he pushes back against the headboard of the bed, hands in his lap as he patiently waits for you.

you grab the cuffs and shuffle towards him, taking his arms and placing them about his head.

“this feels familiar,” he jokes. he recalls the times that the fuzzy item was around your wrists, holding your hands behind your back as he fucks you hard. his dick twitches at the memory.

you smile, taking one of his wrists and gently click the cuffs in place. you wrap the chain the links the two pieces together behind the bar of the headboard before bounding his other wrist.

“all good,” you ask, “it’s not too tight is it?”

“it feels fine,” he sighs, flexing his fingers and moving is wrists, testing the cuffs and getting used to feeling of being restrained. he wouldn’t admit that his heart was racing, just a tad bit.

“you’ll tell me if it hurts, right?” you caress the skin around the cuffs. you admire how pretty the pink of the restraints looked around his tanned skin.

“yes, i’ll tell you,” he answers. “now are you going to use the vibrator on me or not?”

you get eye level to him, the smug look on his face makes your body hot with determination. you grab him by the face gently, “so demanding for someone that’s at my mercy.”

he laughs, his tongue coming out to lick your lip. “i’m just waiting to see if it’s going to be what you talked it up to be…”

you huff, grabbing the vibrator and lube. you squirt just a little onto taehyun’s still hard dick. he hisses at the cold gel and sighs when you rub it in.

you turn the vibrator on, just on the first setting, the lowest it can go. slowly, you bring it down to his now wet dick and press it against the base.

“ahh…” he moans, quickly biting on his lip to hold back the next one. it surprised him is all, the vibrations were new but not unwelcome.

“can you feel that?” you ask, dragging it up his length.

“i- mmph, yeah…” he breaths out, letting go of his lip as his hips jerk. “is this- is this the highest setting?” he stutters, looking at the toy in your hand and swallowing a moan.

“no, it’s the lowest…” you slowly say, twirling the wand and checking to see if that was what it was actually on (it was).

“that’s the lowest-fuck“ he moans, his head lolling back and eyes slipping closed. if this was just the first setting, he doesn’t know if he can take the highest, let alone just the next setting up.

you hum, bringing the vibrator up to his tip. circling it around the wet head. you were enjoying having control over this. it was different, hot even, how you had taehyun squirming. “how’s it feel here?”

taehyun’s body trembles, his toes curling, his face turning pink in embarrassment at how much that thing was affecting him.

“s-sensitive there,” he gasps, his hands struggling in the restraint, wanting to move the toy away from the spot. he should’ve known that, he twitches when you blow him, your tongue viscously twirling around his pink tip.

you move it back down, taehyun’s body relaxes and he swallows, relieved. and for a while you keep it calm, slowly dragging the toy up and down.

until you suggest turning it up a notch. taehyun’s head pops up, his eyes a little frantic as he says, “already?”

with a laugh, you take your hand and start jerking him off while holding the vibrator. “fuck,” he moans.

“why, you afraid you’re gonna cum?” you tease, holding the toy on his leaking tip.

“n-no, just …” he starts, his words trailing off as he bucks his hips into the vibrator. sucking in his bottom lip again, a pathetic whimper bubbling in his throat.

“just….” you repeat, mocking him and turning the power up one as you said it.

“oh my god, baby,” the whine that he wanted to hold back, leaped out of his throat. his eyes rolling back and his hands balling into fist, fingers digging into the skin of his palm.

he couldn’t admit that the toy really was taking a toll on him. even though i’m sure his body was already betraying him, the way he could feel his dick leak, the wet sounds of the vibrations against it lewd.

he couldn’t admit that he kind of liked this side of you, you being in control and having your way with him. mocking him about how he can’t handle something you’ve used on them countless times.

he just couldn’t.

“wanna know a spot where it will feel really good?” you coo. taehyun’s eyes were a little glazed, his face contorted in confusion and pleasure, like he was having an internal battle with himself.

he just nods, not trusting himself to speak at the moment. he had an idea of where you could be talking about, but he still wasn’t prepared when you actually did it… you move the toy to the underside of his dick, pressing the vibrator right against his frenulum-

“fuck fuck fuck fuck…” he mindlessly moans, his back arching and hips trying to move away from the intense pleasure. the chain rattling against the headboard as he tugs against the restraint.

“how’s that?” you whisper, leaning into his ear. taehyun shivers with an unwarranted moan, wishing his hands were free so he could cover his mouth and hide his embarrassing sounds.

“so - so good, it’s so good i can’t…” he whimpers for the first time, his pitch raising an octave, his voice airy. he felt vulnerable having this side of him exposed like this. he couldn’t think with it pressing against his frenulum like that, his brain filled with fog. “‘s so intense.” his words slur a little.

“yeah?”

he hums, nodding his head slowly.

“ready for the next one?” you give him no time to prepare, kicking the vibrator up two levels.

“mm, baby~” he drawls out, kicking up his hips against the vibrator. you don’t even move your hand, he fucks himself against it.

he can feel his orgasm building up, the vibrations against his dick just too much. you were right, he was missing out, he was enjoying this, but he won’t tell you that.

all he needs is a little more..

right there-

just like that…

“no, why’d you stop…” taehyun whines when you cut the vibrator off and glide your hand along his trembling thigh. “it felt so good.” if he had half a mind he would cringe at himself for being so whiny, practically begging for more. but right now he didn’t care. he just wanted to feel good, have the vibrations back.

“admit it.” you say, squeezing the flesh.

taehyun can feel his face heat up, his eyes going everywhere around the room except your face. “admit what?” he fakes innocence, flexing his fingers. he knew actually what you wanted.

“you like it, don’t you?”

he whimpers, in protest and embarrassment. a tiny pout on his face. you’ve never seen him look so cute before, while having sex atleast, and it ignites a part of you that you didn’t know you had.

“i won’t turn this back on until you do,” you wave the vibrator in front of him. taehyun’s eyes following it hungrily, his dick twitching against his thigh.

he shakily breaths, panting almost. “okay you were right baby,” he starts, licking his dry lips before continuing. “i like it- i do, i like how it feels on my dick. now please-“

“please, what?” you push, wanting to see how far he would go for his pleasure. you were genuinely surprised when he said,

“please please please keeping using it on me baby,” he pleads, his eyes glistening and his wrists tug at the cuffs.

“easy baby,” you rub his cheek with your thumb and he nuzzles into it, settling back with a nod.

you turn the toy back on. just to be a tease, you leave it on the lowest setting, knowing it won’t be enough for him at this point.

“uhnn, don’t be a tease. please turn it up, just one,” he begs, looking at you with his blown pupils, tears threatening to spill.

you position the toy on his frenulum again, rubbing against it and making taehyun choke on a gasp. he wasn’t expecting that again.

“who’s in control here again,” you ask, tilting his head back up that dropped at the pleasure.

“i’m sorry, you are…” he whispers, sticking out his bottom lip. “yes- right there.” he moans when you rub his sensitive tip.

he wasn’t sure how much more he could take. it was too much for him. the toy, the restraints, the way you were speaking to him, it was fucking him up.

he didn’t think he could be submissive, so used to being the one in control. he never thought he could get pleasure from letting you have the reigns for once. dare he say that-

“i love it, i love it- you were right,” he loudly whines. he did, he loved how the vibrations felt, how he couldn’t do anything as you torture his dick, loved how confident you were in dominating him even for it being your first time. he didn’t want it to be the last.

you turn it to the max at that, taehyun shouting and his legs kicking at your sides. it wasn’t enough, but also a lot. his orgasm coming at him full speed.

he curls his fingers into the fuzzy restraints, trying to hold back and not cum, not yet, it feels too good. you rub the wet vibrator against his head, pressing roughly against it.

“baby, you’re gonna make me cum,” he chants, thrusting his hips now against the toy. the tears finally spill and slide down his pretty face. “right fucking there…”

you kiss his wet cheek, “cum then, be a good boy~” you whisper.

and he does. as soon as you uttered the words ‘good boy’ he was spurting. cum flying and hitting his chest, so going as far as to hit his chin.

he moans through it, stuttery little sounds that almost sound like he’s crying.

“so pretty,” you mumble, wiping the tears from his face and clicking the vibrator off when it got too overwhelming for him.

he pants heavily, sniffling and trying to catch his breath. his legs trembled every now and then, cock weakly twitching in his pool of cum.

you unlock the cuffs, removing them from his sore wrists and massage them, taehyun sighs in gratitude, “how was that?” you ask with a smile.

taehyun looks at you with a ‘really’ face and glances at his body covered in cum, “i think i already answered that.”

“i know, i just wanted to hear you say it again.” you laugh and taehyun rolls his eyes.

“thank you, i really enjoyed it,” he says, rubbing your arm. he looks away, his face blooming pink before he admits, “maybe… i’d like to do it again.”

before you can respond, he hops off the bed and makes his way to the bathroom, presumably to wash all the stickiness from his body.

“really?” you loudly shout as you spin off the bed to get to him, taehyun cringing and speeding up his walk. “wait- really?”

“i said maybe, don’t drag it,” he shyly says, shutting you out the bathroom and locking the door. he sighs, his face was hot and he looks down at his dick that was hard again.

dammit.

©lucidwntrr est. 2025

[taegimood]

🙋‍♀️ Hi

Your hybrid fics/thoughts are so good 😣 Can I request puppy or penguin Kai pleeeeaaaase 🥺

thank you !!!!!! indeed you can 👀

mixed breed puppy hybrid!kai whose half retriever side is so predominant 🤧 floppy ears and fluffy black tail that’s always wagging and knocking into things cuz he doesn’t recognize his own size, the clumsiest but sweetest boy..

you were only planning on looking when you visited the hybrid adoption center, but the minute you saw kai and his bright shy smile, you just couldn’t resist 🥺

he’d be so adorably awkward at first, unsure of what to do with himself but still excited as he observes the apartment with wide eyes and a thumping tail, staying by the entrance shifting his weight around on his feet before you tell him that it’s okay to relax and go look around.

he’s so attentive and polite when you walk him through everything, nodding along and giving you his complete attention, eyes lighting up when you show him the space you just prepared for him;

you apologizing that it isn’t much yet since you hadn’t exactly planned on bringing anyone home and promising to spruce it up and buy him lots of things, but he’s quickly shaking his head and insisting that no, no, it’s perfect!!!!

your heart swells at how grateful he is over the littlest things and you definitely do end up buying him lots of stuff anyway <33

despite his shy n awkward nature at first, the two of you would end up bonding quickly.

you realize that he’s actually pretty mature and even have to assure him teasingly that he doesn’t need to be so polite all the time (which causes a blush to spread across his cheeks as he nods sheepishly) and soon he’s able to fall into a comfortable rhythm with you.

he’d loooove nuzzling his head against your tummy, and you wouldn’t even have to pet him for him to be satisfied — he just enjoys any contact and will happily slump against the squishiest parts of you that he can find.

he also loves your thighs for this reason and there have definitely been times you’ve had to quickly ease him off of you when he’d get his face a little too close to your crotch; he’s not sure why you’re moving him or why your cheeks are suddenly so red, but he’ll reposition himself if that’s what you want! 🤷🏻‍♀️

now despite kai having grown happily used to his new life with you by now, there’s one topic of conversation that has him feeling all awkward and shy all over again, and that’s the conversation that he’s trying to approach you with today —

your gentle giant towering over you innocently as he patiently waits for you to finish up what you’re doing, shifting his weight around on his feet the same way he did when you first brought him home;

“what’s up, hyuka? everything okay?”

he looks up from the floor with a start when you address him and smiles nervously.

“o-oh! um, yeah.. i just.. was wondering if we can talk about something?”

his fingers play with one of the napkins on the table after the two of you sit down, twisting and tearing it into little bits until you gently prod -

“hyuka? what is it, honey?”

he blushes at the pet name (secretly he loves it when you call him that) and finally meets your eyes.

“um, well… i needed to talk to you about.. uh… my.. m-my rut.”

you blink in surprise; that isn’t what you were expecting. to be honest, you hadn’t even thought about it before, still learning the ropes of what it means to care for a hybrid yourself.

as he explains in embarrassment that he can feel it coming soon and that he needed to let you know, you take note of how well he seems to be keeping himself under control — if his rut really is around the corner, you wouldn’t have even been able to tell — and you have to admit that when he brings up the mention of the breeding centers that he had heard people back at the adoption center talk about, you feel a twinge of uncertainty in your chest.

uncertainty, and… something else that you can’t quite place.

“hmm..”

he observes the slight furrow in your brow as you think for a moment. are you upset? is he being too much of a hassle?

but his momentary insecurity melts away when you finally respond,

“i’m just a little worried about sending you there for so long… i mean, it’s just a week or so, but.. i want to make sure you’re getting all the care that you need. it makes me nervous that i won’t be there to help.”

you don’t realize what you said until you said it.

kai’s head cocks to the side, confused. “help? how?”

“uh.. i just meant…” you’re lost for words. “well, i don’t really know what i meant.”

you can see the wheels turning in his brain as well as the realization when it dawns, and you wish a black hole would open up and swallow you when his head cocks the other way and he says,

“oh! you mean… you could be my breeding partner?”

if you’d had a drink in hand, you would’ve choked on it.

his words send a slew of images rushing through your mind, face heating up as you to try to push them away; you can’t think about your precious kai like this !!!

“w-well, t-that’s not exactly what i.. um… i mean, there are lots of other owners who.. uh.. who do that. but i wasn’t saying that-!”

you panic your way through an explanation, brows lifting as kai’s tail actually begins to.. wag.

his cheeks are pink as he sits there staring at you, even though you finished speaking, tail lightly thumping and the fabric of his pants bunching in his hands as they rest on his thighs.

it’s as if he can’t control his body’s reaction to your words and he knows it.

“uh… kai?”

his blush grows even deeper.

now it’s your turn to realize something as you observe him, before asking carefully,

“hyuka.. do you.. like that idea?”

and that, my friends, is how you guys came to the bizarre agreement that you would be the one to help kai through his rut.

the rest of that week would be kind of awkward, to be honest — kai still insanely embarrassed about admitting that he’d prefer it if you were the one in his bed, and you, well… you just find yourself dealing with desires that you didn’t even know you had, and didn’t even know if you were allowed to have.

but that awkwardness quickly comes to a forced end when you’re getting ready for bed one night, taking your time since it’s finally the weekend, having just slipped into your little tank top and sleep shorts set when you hear a thunk against your bedroom door.

you pause.

silence.

“hyuka..?” you call. more silence, but you swear you can hear the faintest sound of a groan come from the other side.

“kai? honey?”

you’re about to head for the door when it slowly swings open, your eyes widening at the sight of your hybrid slumped heavy against the doorframe, and you’ve never realized how broad his chest is until now as it heaves up and down with labored breaths.

his gaze is cloudy, a sheen of sweat coating his skin, dark hair falling into his eyes that are currently raking over your body — these clothes are the most revealing he’s ever seen on you, and you almost gasp at the low growl that forms quietly at the back of his throat.

“k-kai.. is it time..?”

he nods weakly, and you can tell how hard he’s trying to hold himself together.

you take a deep breath. you’ve never done this before, but you’re ready to give him whatever he needs. “okay. let’s go to your room.”

—

you’ve never felt so many sensations at once. the way kai grinds his body against you hungrily, hips pushing against yours, kissing and licking up and down your neck and tits as he groans — encasing you fully underneath his large frame as you try to keep up with his eager ministrations.

while you can tell that he is getting a little bit of relief, you can also tell that he’s still massively holding himself back (you’ll see just how much soon enough) and it takes everything in you to keep your own moans at bay as you assure him,

“hyuka- f-fuck- hyuka, i-it’s okay. just- just let go.”

his grinding is getting more desperate now, the bed starting to rattle and pants and whines falling from his lips as he protests, “d-don’t.. don’t wanna... hurt you…!”

you can feel his leaking cock throbbing against your thigh and can only imagine how painful it must be. when you take his face in your hands to make him look at you, there’s a wild look in his eyes, something feral on the verge of snapping — and you’re gonna let it.

“kai,” you breathe. “just let go.”

and so he does.

you’ve never been fucked so animalistic in your life, the hugeness of his form finally coming into play, the deep growls and snaps of his jaw that you never would’ve imagined your hyuka to be capable of; and yet here you are, fucked completely dumb on your hybrid’s cock as he’s got you pinned and marked and knotted over and over and over and over again as if it’s the last thing he’ll ever get to do.

in his case, you’re his mate made to be manhandled, and it’s safe to say that by the end of his week-long rut you’re completely and utterly spent.

unable to even keep your eyes open as soon as it finally passes, the two of you exhausted as kai cuddles you as close as possible, gently licking and kissing at all the bites and marks he’d left behind, nuzzling his face in your hair as his cock slowly, finally, begins to soften inside of you.

you would probably sleep for a few days after that; kai taking such good care of you and treating you so sweetly with the softest touches as he tends to your bruises and keeps you all cleaned up and comfy.

i guarantee that after that first rut there’d be this deep unspoken bond formed between the two of you that makes you inseparable 🤧

all kai wants to do is love and protect you; your big strong sweet puppy who aims to make your life just as lovely as you’ve made his <333

[choco-bite]

[skyhigh-tree]

does anyone want to hang out and watch a movie until the sexual tension becomes so palpable that we both have our thighs pressed together and we’re breathing heavy and

[honkytonkulus]

jerking off a guy until he starts getting all whiny and then cooing at him about how cute he sounds. like aweee buddy listen to yourself, you’re being so adorable with how much you wanna cum in my hand

[lascvitae]

FLIP A SWITCH .ᐟ   ✶   SMAU

✶ synopsis. kim y/n has a new boyfriend, a rising modeling career, and zero distractions. until dating rumors surface about her boyfriend. and her ex. now she’s stuck filming vlogs with the one girl she was supposed to be over.

✶ pairing(s). ex!karina x jennie’s younger sister!reader x (hwang hyunjin)

✶ genre. smau, rom-com, drama, fluff, angst.

✶ warnings. lowkey enemies to lovers, profanity, cheating, toxic & manipulative relationships, suggestive themes, friendly bullying, use of aave, ignore the timestamps on tweets. (more to be added)

✶ feat. manon of katseye, lily of nmixx, taehyun of txt, ricky of zb1, ryujin of itzy, hyunjin of stray kids, jennie of blackpink & all of aespa (+ more!)

✶ status. on-going. (updates every monday)

PROFILES.

kwangya kids | underpaid interns | xtras

CHAPTERS.

000. prologue

001. SHE HAS HER AIRPODS IN

002. losing the idgaf war

003. ho is u newjeans?? 🐰

004. the call is coming from inside the house

005. i’m gonna listen to ctrl 😔

006. i don’t listen to gay ppl homo

007. here she go

008.

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[choiyeonjuns]

a gifset of soobin's hands

[hyukascampfire]

𝓜ILK WITH YOUR COOKIES? ､. c.sb

too excited to sleep on christmas night, the last thing you might've expected was to find a very tall, very handsome man with arms full of gifts broken into your home. also, for him to claim himself to be santa claus. ࣪˒ ࿔

゛◞͈ ⧼ 🧦 ⧽ ･ 5.8k

𝓹airings ˒ santa!soobin x reader

𝑔 ; smut

𝔀arnings ˒ general smut, cum eating, breast worship, mentions of titty fucking, soobin watches reader play with themselves without their knowledge, fem!reader, cumming on belly, whiny soobin kinda, soobin is... well, santa, possessiveness, usage of the word whore

✎୭ ashlynn's note guys. please promise me you won't imagine an old man when you read this. LMAOO. this is the first day of the event! tell me how you guys feel abt it :3

﹙⋞ ﹚... back to the 𝓂asterlist

All wrapped up in the covers, you try to close your eyes and just let it happen. You really do. The mattress beneath you is soft and embraces you with warm, oh-so-welcoming arms, and the fireplace crackles from the living room. You’d left the door cracked, only a little bit, just so that the sounds might lull you to sleep. 

Despite all the efforts you’d put into a perfectly cozy, perfectly sleepy, night, your mind wanders each time you let your lashes fall to your cheeks. You try and soothe it over with fuzzy visions of waking up in the morning to the world outside your window dusted white and your tree, all alight and sparkling, made full with gifts wrapped in swirling red paper.

Well, if you were sleepy before, you’d lost it now. 

Perhaps you’re far too excited for Christmas. Especially for your age—a full grown woman too giddy to sleep on Christmas eve? It’s ridiculous. But those warm, flickering memories of Christmas mornings with your family are close to your heart. Bounding down the stairs on bare feet to go stick them by the fireplace to defrost, pulling woolen, knitted stockings off the mantle when your parents told you to check for coal, and then after it all, finally sitting crisscrossed around the tree. The smell of whatever spiced thing your mother would be warming over the fire and the sharpness of the pine needles—you think that there is nothing better. It was such a simple time. 

You push yourself up off the bed, hair mussed with relentless tossing and turning. Slipping out from the covers, you don’t even bother fixing it. The wood flooring creaks beneath your weight. Through your woolen stockings, the ones you’d pulled on just before bed so that you might stay toasty should the fire die out, it greets you nice and pleasantly warmed. 

Down the hallway you shuffle, smoothing over your cotton sleep dress and tugging your fingers through tangles of hair. Three hours; three hours you’d been curled up in your bed, alternating between inspecting your ceiling and walls as if you’d never seen them before and trying to think sleepy thoughts. You can really only handle so much of that. 

Starting in the afternoon, as soon as the sun began yawning and blinking bleary eyes to give way to the moon, you had worked dutifully on whipping up some Christmas desserts. Baking platterfuls of warm goodies was something your mother did for your family every Christmas eve. Bowl in hand, and wafts of gingerbread and fruit cakes twirling sweet and warm up to your nose, those memories were all you could think of. Your heart aches in your chest. This day doesn’t feel the same celebrating by yourself. You’d hung garlands down from doorframes and done such a beautiful job on the tree, but you’d done it all. Alone. You’d done all your baking alone, too. 

So, though you don’t have the faces of family around, not even a boyfriend, to eat them with... You’ll eat tbe excess alone. You’d always been the type to go all tired with a full belly, anyway. Maybe it’ll help you get to sleep. 

The counters are a beautiful spread of your day’s work. Cinnamon cakes made even sweeter with a warm, sugary drizzling, fruitcakes of raisin and dates, glazed fruits all fat and ready to make your fingers sticky as you enjoy them, all on silver filigree platters. Beside it all, you place your candle, the lengths of it decorated with rivulets of wax melted down and then gone solid once more. You sift between them, fingers itching for something hearty. 

From behind you, there’s a shuffling. It’s slight. Firewood burnt down to nothing shifting and falling, most likely. You peruse the platters—the glimmering, glazed nuts, or mahogany cakes? You almost decide, but, with another rustle, you cannot pretend it was nothing this time. You turn on your heel. 

There, in your living room, stands a man.  

A very tall, very frozen man. With features soft, he looks as though the warmth and coldness of Christmas personified both. Wide, brown eyes return a look very similar to what you assume yours might be. In his hands, he holds a box wrapped in papers—one that looks as though it would belong so well beneath your tree. 

Frozen way down to your bone, you don’t really know what to do. Do you scream? Would the family in the home across from yours hear you? As a young, unwedded woman, and their neighbor, you think they might help you. They’d always seemed to like you well enough. How’d he even find his way into your home anyway? You don’t leave doors unlocked. 

For a few more long moments, the two of you stare at each other. Strangely, he seems just as rattled as you.

“Who are you?” you say, voice wavered in just the way someone’s might if they found an unknown man in their home. He doesn’t look scary. Not by a long shot. With warm eyes of hot chocolate and hair the fluffy brown of any girl’s dreams, he does not look scary at all. You might even say he looks delicious. 

The stranger opens his mouth and closes it a few times. When he finally goes to speak, in a rounded cheek you spy the twitching of a dimple. It’s soft in his face, just like the rest of him. His ears burn red. “You’re not supposed to be awake,” he says, a waterfall of nervous laughs falling out along with it. 

You, just as frozen as you’d been when you’d first turned around to find him there, frown. Not supposed to be awake? What is that even supposed to mean? You tug at the hem of your night dress. You’d pulled it on thinking that nobody would see you in it, and especially not a man. An intruding man, at that. It’s thin and comfortable, falling at a spot on your thigh that’s good for movement, but not for wearing in front of a strange man. Definitely not. 

“What do you mean?” you say, stricken in place. As much as your heart beats like a wild, caught animal in your chest, sending liquid energy right through your veins, you cannot move. It’s no different from the deer that, instead of darting between the trees to escape a pouncing predator, sits utterly still hoping that maybe they’ll go unnoticed. But this is not the wild, and that does not work here. You probably look more like you’re a blinking, stupid mess than anything. You say, “Get out of my house, or I am going to scream. Get out.” 

Who wants to deal with this on Christmas eve night? Somebody breaking into your home, hoping to get lucky with the presents littered under the tree? Of all the evil things, that might just be the worst. You could not imagine rubbing the sleep out of your eyes and scurrying over to the tree, just to find it utterly bare. 

He laughs again, waving a hand in the air fast and nervous. “I—don’t worry! I’m not going to hurt you! I just... uh, well, you see...” His words twist and tumble over each other, each racing to come out before the next. “This... usually doesn’t happen, and... Nobody ever wakes up,” he says. “You’ll forget about this in a moment.” 

You look him up and down. The Christmas-red suit, all suede and heavy, the heavy black boots, the cuffs of white tufted fur—you’re not stupid. Maybe shaken, but not stupid. Taking a step back, you say him with measured words, “What are you, some kind of freak that breaks in to people’s homes on Christmas to pretend you’re Santa, or something? A thief?”

Over his soft eyes, his brows shoot up. Still holding the present, he steps toward you with his free hand up to show he means no harm. “No—no, really, you don’t need to be scared. I’m... okay, you might know me as something different, but my name is Soobin. I’m just supposed to be dropping these gifts off, and I’ll be on my way. You won’t even remember you saw me.” 

And, there he goes again, saying that you’ll forget you saw him. Whatever that means. You might be alarmed by his words, and really, you ought to be. But you feel more intrigued than anything. He’s got kind, playful eyes. Maybe the kind that are meant to disarm you before stealing from right under your nose, though.  

What really gets you is that he thinks you might know him. By some other name, or whatever. You’ve never seen him, or another face like him, anywhere in or around your village. The people here do not look like that. Their faces are marred by a life spent working for their upkeep, hands flecked with the weight of their professions. This man? He looks as though he’s never lived a hard day in his life. No wrinkle or scarring—his face is beautifully smooth. You’d know any face, you know everybody here. And you do not know him. 

“I don’t think I believe you,” you say. “And, won’t remember? What’s that supposed to mean?” You hover somewhere between the kitchen and the tree, all lit up with flickering candles.

He closes his eyes, a resigned puff of a laugh falling from his mouth. Soobin shakes his head as he tells you, “Guess it doesn’t matter if I tell you. I’m Santa. Claus. Santa Claus. That’s what you’d know me by.” He pushes his brown, horn-rimmed glasses up his nose. “I don’t get caught. Usually. I don’t know why you were still awake.” Hot cocoa strands of brown hair dust just about his eyes as he takes your form in. 

Right from your chest, a scoff like a laugh comes tumbling. Santa Claus. Seriously, this guy is weird. And, he’s in your home. However he’d gotten in. Shuffling back a few steps for good measure, you say, “Santa Claus. You’re Santa Claus.” 

Brows knitted, he nods his head. As if it were obvious that he was Santa Claus. 

Yeah, okay.

It’s ridiculous. So ridiculous that you have to laugh again, full-chested and in his face this time. “If you don’t leave my home, I’m...” You trail off. You’re not sure what you’ll do this time, but you’ll do something. Maybe laugh a little more at him. 

His eyes drink your form in once more, lingering over the softer parts for a few long moments. Your chest, to be more specific, where you’re sure your nipples peek through where your dress moves over it. When his eyes snap back up to your face, he says, “There’s no need for that. Would you like proof?” 

You arch an inviting brow at him. You’d like to see him try to give you any sort of proof that he’s Santa Claus. That might just be entertaining.

“Well,” he says, setting a present down beside the tree. “If it’s down to that, I know that earlier this year, you and that boy slipped into the barn when you thought nobody was looking. But of course, I knew. That was the first naughty tick you gave yourself this year.” 

Stood only perhaps a step or two ahead of you now, you have to crane your neck to meet his gaze. Slowly, talking to him, you’d started loosening up. But now, you go all rigid again, your face paling. There’s absolutely no way he’d know that—considering the fact that you’d not seen him before this very moment, and that you had done a very thorough scan of the area at the time. You go to answer him, but he’s quick to continue. 

“Are those cookies set out for me?” he says, tilting his head up in a pointing gesture. “If you’re such a believer, why do you not believe that I am him?” 

There a number of thoughts and curiosities clogging rational thought in your mind. This time, instead of brushing him off with a patronizing, sneering laugh, you say, “Well. I... They weren’t... for you. I don’t believe in Santa.” 

“You don’t?” he says, brows furrowed as he looks down at you. “Not even as he stands right in front of you? Tell me: how would I know that you touch yourself in the middle of the night, when you think nobody might know, and you’re in your bed all alone? How would I know exactly how you sound while you do?”  

A strange, strangling fog curls over your thoughts and renders them gone. You don’t even know what you would say to that. Maybe he could just say that about anybody, and it might be true, but the conviction and truth hanging heavy in his gaze as he looks at you with it... You think he means it. You don’t know what that makes you—stupid, or so incredibly screwed.  

The counter at your back gives your heart a startle. Suddenly, you’ve got nowhere to escape his serious eyes. “I don’t... I didn’t...” 

His smile goes taunting. “No cookies, and lying...” he hums. “I don’t think this is the best way to behave when I’m here, dropping off your presents. I even made exceptions this year, just so I could stop by here. I don’t stop for naughty listers.” 

Your face burns. Your skin burns, under that look he’s giving you. The space between you burns, too.  

“I don’t think I was bad,” you say. It’s out before you can really even rationalize it, or any of this. All you can contend with are the furious, fiery butterflies that twist your belly up into knots. The ebbing of something consumptive and hungry between your thighs should concern you, too.  

His big, warm hands find perch on your hips. There’s not much between his touch and your skin—just your flimsy little dress. It feels just as though if he were kneading the bare flesh there, fingers digging crescents into the soft fat. Your breath does a few skips. He smells sweet like spiced musk.

“I think you know perfectly how naughty you were,” Soobin says, his face shedding every last bit of lightheartedness in exchange for something ravenous. His eyes fall on your mouth for just a blink, and then he’s looking right into you. Challenging. 

“Oh, please,” you say, pinching your brows into something falsely sweet and innocent. “I don’t think I do. Won’t you tell me, Santa?” You let the last part, his supposed title, twist out like accustion. Whether he’s Santa or not, you don’t care. Your blood whispers and begs for those hands to venture further in, right to the gnawing want that’s come alive deep in your core. It’s insane, you know that. Still, you follow its pleading.

For a short, lucid moment, his face twitches. And then he’s got your ass in his hands, swallowing it up in needy grabs, and then the cool surface of the counter is biting into the heat of your skin, and then his mouth falls over yours like the most fiery, most carnal Christmas gift. 

He eats up your gasps. His mouth is sure, but his hands are frantic and unmeasured all over you. Feeling up the lengths of your sides, sliding up the smooth of your back, cupping the back of your neck to pull you into licks and bites harder. His hands find your breasts the most, though. You can hardly even make sounds as he rolls his thumbs over your nipples and under the swell of them. He takes the weight of your tits into his hands.  

The dance of your mouths breaks off into panted, hot breaths fanning over faces. He readjusts you upon the surface without a care for the clattering of the platters. Fast and as though he’d been waiting for this, he moves down your neck in blazing licks and suckles. One of his hands takes the back of your head, and the other worships your chest. 

Against your skin, strained, he pants, “I waited just to come to your fucking house. Watched you playing around with those idiots—God, I hated to watch, but I couldn’t look away. Wanted to show you how much better you deserved to be treated. Even naughty girls deserve to cum, don’t they?” 

You’re a mewling, hazy mess, hardly able to register words. Especially ones as hard to wrap around as that. All you do is arch your chest into his hand, cheeks all flushed pink. All you want is for him to make good on that promise. Under his touches, you fully believe him. Not once had your escapades gotten you off correctly. His desperate touch brushes right over that tight ball of sexual frustration, unwinding it slowly. With each bit that he unravels you, you shudder. 

“You are a naughty girl, aren’t you? You sound so sweet when you cum. Can’t I hear it again?” he continues, each word hotter in your neck than the last.  

Your head is all light and floaty. Letting it dangle, you give him a meek and pleading, “Yes.” Every last square inch of you beats alive at the prospect of being watched in on as you desperately squirmed against your bed. By him, at that. And, that it had him all pent up like this. 

His hands fumble at the hem of your dress. Pulling it up and over of your thighs and then past your hips and then up your belly, he says, “My pretty baby deserves it. Gonna make you feel so good—wanna make you feel good.” When your dress is all bunched up over your chest, and the soft swells of your breasts are freed to the air and his eyes, a chill rakes over your blazing skin. Goosebumps raise up and down the entirety of you. 

Brown eyes gone different, his tongue darts out to wet his lips. He rests a palm right at your ribcage, so eager to touch but also so eager to just... gawk. 

Pushing your posture to better display your tits for him, you say, “You… wanna touch them?” 

His gaze flickers up to yours and then back down, tracing over the sight of your hardened nipples against the soft, smooth mounds. “Fuck. Yes, I wanna touch them. Please?” he says, voice wavering. He brushes a thumb up under one. It’s an admiring, impatient touch. 

“Yes,” you whisper. A strange little secret between the two of you. “Please, Soobin.” 

He doesn’t need to be told twice. He bends just enough to take a pebbled nipple into his mouth. The hot wetness against your eager skin—it douses you in oil and then sets you on fire. Your mouth drops open to allow a long, wavering whine passage. It tapers off into just open-mouthed, quiet gasps as he rolls his tongue around it, peppering kisses into the soft flesh of your breast. Below it, in the valley between, and then he kisses a path right back to your nipple. 

It’s so simple. His touch is reverent—not overwhelming. Just underneath your skin, it all tingles. It pleads for him to continue, to do more. 

Much to your dismay, he is pleased right where he is. With soft bites and drags of his nose, he ravishes your chest. And when he’s finally done and pulls away from your skin, you shiver at the brushing of cool air against the wet mess he’s left there. 

Heavy-lidded eyes find yours. Running his thumb over your bottom lip, he husks, “No cookies out for me...” He delivers a quick nip at your jawline.  

Under a brush of his fingertips along the expanse of your lower belly, you jolt with a tremor. You will your mouth into movement. “I don’t believe in Santa. Why would I set out cookies?” you say; an echo of what you’d said to him before. But this time, his hands are on you. You want to see how that might change things. 

With an abrasive scoff, he doesn’t disappoint. The corns of his lips twitch. “Let me put my hands on you. Fuck you. You’ll believe in him then,” he says, curling his fingers like bites finally into your bare, moldable hips. They receive the shape of his hands willingly. “Are you gonna thank me for making an exception? For stopping by your house, even though you’re filthy?” 

He brushes lower and lower. Keeping your voice on a tight leash, you tell him, “Please, touch me...” 

He laughs, nose crinkling in tease. “If that’s how you want to say thank you,” he says, “I’ll touch you. You’d like that, huh?” 

With that, he finally brushes over your cunt. Profanities spill out from his lips with the wetness that greets him there. Your body does a start at the touch. 

“Yes, please. I love it—for Christmas, please.” Your voice is thin and pleading. 

It’s all Soobin needs to hear to be sliding you off the counter. The world spins around you in a fuzzy, nonsensical blur of warm light. Against your chest, melded against it, the counter top bites cold.

“Fuck,” he curses, the sound coming from behind you. You can feel his gaze searing a trail down the arch of your back. For the nth time, your skin breaks out into a chill. Warm, tracing fingers smooth down the length of it, starting at the center of your shoulders, until he finds the swell of your ass. “Look at you, arching your back like a well-used slut. You really are needy, aren’t you? I knew it. I knew you’d be perfect. And you’re gonna let me fuck you straight, aren’t you?” The words come out hot on your skin, now. Right into the curve your shoulder. “Maybe fuck you so straight, you’ll be at the top of the nice list next year. A pretty little saint. Huh?” 

All you muster is a stupid, pathetic nod. You want nothing more. 

On your clit, the center of your pulsating need, there’s a chaste pinch. Your body revolts, hips twitching violently in escape. The squeak that it rugs from you is equally violent.

“I’m not sure I want that, though.” There’s a rustling behind you, a clinking of silvery metal and then a brushing of thick fabric. Hot and angry and heavy against you, he presses his cock to your clit. “I think I want you on the top of the naughty list, so I can come here and have this every year.” The mushroom tip of him swirling against your needy bud—it’s so much. So much. 

“Okay,” you say. “I’ll be bad for you, Soobin. Please. I want it so much...” You push your back further into a suggestive curve; begging. He’s led you all the way to the water. Won’t he just indulge you with a taste? You don’t care how stupid or ridiculous you sound. 

His hand ventures up the outside of your thigh, smoothing over warm skin, and then around the curve of your hip, and then across your lower belly. It settles and presses there. “Do you hear yourself?” he sneers, voice in your hair. “I’ve got you, baby.” 

The suggestive, almost-there weight of his cock at your hole gives way to the delicious slide of him into you. Each inch is easy and slick. Perhaps you might worry over how utterly drenched you are, but not when all you can feel echoing through your bones and your veins is him finally filling your emptiness. It feels like mercy, more than a gift or present. 

He pulls out of you before even bottoming out. You spin as best you can to see him, brows furrowed. The look you find on his face as you do tells you everything you need to know about how intentional that was. "Soobin, please.” You look up at him through your lashes, trying to goad him with pretty bats of your eyes. Your cheeks flush pink and hot—your whole body is hot. 

“Begging for cock,” he says, a saccharine grin over his mouth. “Such a nasty whore. Whores don’t get Christmas presents. Shouldn’t you thank me for giving you this?” 

You should feel offended. Scandalized, even. No man has ever spoken to you like this, and you wouldn’t have allowed it. But, coming from his mouth, it’s a strange thing. It lays over you heavy, twisted your inhibitions to naught. “Thank you,” you say, pressing your cheek into the cool counter top to combat the burn. “Thank you, so much. Please.” 

When he starts pushing back into you, the gates of heaven materialize in the black behind your eyelids. Curling your fingers around the edge, you savor each and every inch of him once more until you can practically taste it. And then some. He’s big; bigger than anything you’d ever had from the guys around here. How are you ever supposed to go back to that? 

Finally, his hips meet your ass. He takes a moment to shift, taking a handful of your hip to pin it right into the counter. So, you do too; you grip at the edge of the counter. And then he pulls out of you. For a brief moment, you forget how endowed he is. But, of course, he reminds you with a roll. His cock drags along your walls in a way you’ve never known: full. You are full. 

“Gonna ruin you, so that no matter how many times you let them in your bed, all you’ll want is me,” he says. His hips move slow, just so that he can make sure you hear and internalize every word. “And you’ll wait all year just for this, and you’ll think of my touch when you touch yourself.” 

You can’t answer, or say anything really, around your whimpers. His hips stutter, and then he begins thrusting into you with unabated vigor. Each collision of your dancing bodies is punctuated by the hollow smacking of skin. Those sounds and others, such as your whines as his cock nudges right up against that spot that’s got your thighs quaking, and his tense pants, consume the air where the serene crackling of fire had once ruled. 

Though you do try to reel it in, you really do, his hips find a certain angle that makes it all null. You claw at the hand he’s got pressed firmly to your belly. Beneath you, your legs tremble and shake where they dangle down, and your poor abused hip bones ache against the hard surface of the counter as he fucks you into it. The cabinets clatter with it. “Soobin,” you choke. 

With his cheek pressed to the top of your head as he sloppily pounds stars into your vision, he half growls, half whines, “So—so good around me. So good. I couldn’t wait...to help you out. Thank you, baby.” 

The tremor in it, and the absolute neediness, pierces through the haze and does something to you. His free hand runs over you frantically, and his thrusts turn to something less controlled and more bare. More raw. He’d been hitting that sweet, sweet spot before, but this is more insistent. His hand presses harder into your belly to hold you through it, the other one mapping every last square inch of your skin until he’s intimately familiar with it all, and then some. “Fuck,” he grits out. 

All of it, the flame and the blinding touches, go away for a moment. He pulls out from your heat. You go to push off the counter to complain, and you make it half off, but he’s spinning you around and has you hoisted, ass-to-tabletop before you can. Where your front had been, the surface is already body warmed beneath your ass and thighs. 

“Show me your tits,” he says, nudging your thighs open. “Fuck. Will you let me fuck them next time? They're my tits, right? They fit so well in my hands.” 

Between his panted whines and the slide of his cock back into you, you just let your head fall back and obey. Your legs cascade down, twitching and threatening to snap around his waist each time he brushes against that deep, gummy spot. You arch your back into his face and pull your teeth into your mouth, watching him.

He dives into your chest without ceremony. With a hand on one of your hips to steady you against his fucking, he takes a nipple into his mouth. Soobin rolls his tongue and nips with his teeth, all while working the knot in your belly tighter. Each time your chest jumps or concaves against a bite, he pushes you deeper into it with a hand at your back. 

Your voice is hoarse. Though your moans are sweet and whiny, you sound nasty. Deep in your stomach, rumbling and threatening in a way you are not familiar with, something dangerous swirls. Goosebumps usurp smooth skin at the presence of it. As much as you chase it with your hips, your fingers thread through the strands of his hair to brace for it—readying for it to both ruin and fix you.

The sight of him, face deep in your chest, only feeds more fuel into the fire. His lashes flutter against his pink cheeks. 

“You...” you start, cupping the back of his head into you. “H—fuck... Like my tits? Want them to be yours?” 

You’re not quite sure what you’re saying. Around his waist, the muscles in your thighs are taut and your spine tingles. Your head floats. The barrier between spoken word and true thought is eroded down by it all. What is left is utterly bare. 

He releases your nipple, so hard that it tingles, in a wet pop. Pressing his cheek to it as his hips stutter, he says, all nasally, “Yes. Yes, h—oh fuck, yes, baby.” 

His pathetic whines, fallen into the air all tense like the tightness you’re sure he feels in his belly, as you do in yours, have you digging your heels into the bottom of his spine. Urging him in deeper. Closer. 

Hands finding your hips like iron against the softness of powdery snow, his voice cracks. “Wait—no, shit! Baby, I’m gonna.... Holy shit, let me cum on your belly, baby...” 

So, so very close to both exploding and imploding into violent, consuming bliss, you’re not one to deny him that. You let your thighs fall open, bracing against his biceps, and then just the slightest brush of his groin up into your throbbing clit has the world smearing into nothing around you. 

All of you, every last muscle, goes rigid in the wake of it. And then, with a brilliant, incandescent crashing of symbols and release, you cum. Deep in your thighs and up your back and right in your core, where you clamp down on him hard, you are wracked with twisting muscles. Alternating between desperate whines and being able to get no sounds out, you fight through the blistering presence of your orgasm. 

He watches you, eyes on every micro expression falling over your face, with blown eyes. And then, his hips stutter for the final time. In a frantic hurry, he slips out of you with an obscene pop. He holds his cock over you, fist working up and down it in slick, wet rolls. He lets his head loll back, adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows hard.

You watch his belly go all tight, and his sweet face screw up tight. Then, from his weeping pink tip, he shoots sparkling, hot white spurts all down on your belly. It pools heavy and warm against your skin. 

Finally, he collapses boneless into your front. With his face notched into your neck, he slides his hand up and down his cock a few more times. You two pant into each other’s skin for a few long, exhausted moments. 

He finally pulls back to look you in the eyes, cheeks tinted pink and twitching with a dimple. He releases your hip with one hand, reaching behind you in search of something. When his hand reappears, he’s holding one of those cookies you’d baked hours ago.  

You go to ask him something snarky, like fucked yourself hungry? but you’re interrupted when he runs the cookie up your belly, scooping up ribbons of his cum like dipping cookies in milk. He brings it to your mouth. 

“Open up,” he says, a cheeky, lazy grin smeared over his mouth. “You like milk with your cookies, don’t you?”  

You gape at him, dumbstruck. Still, beside yourself, you open your mouth and take a generous chunk out of it. The musk of him melts down against the cinnamon and ginger snap in your mouth. You savor it on your tongue before making a show of swallowing it all down, holding his eyes. Soobin watches, hawklike, until you’ve got it down.  

“Still don’t believe in Santa?” he says, running a hand through your mess of hair.  

You’d believed in Santa the whole way through. But, he doesn’t need to know that. As he presses one chaste, parting kiss to your neck, you can only hope that Santa might make a generous stop by your place next year too. No matter how naughty you are.  

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[choco-bite]

Doggy because her ass fat & missionary because her face is pretty 🥰🎀

[sea-beam]

if anyone spoils the new deltarune chapters for me istg im literally gonna marinate you in my fridge overnight in lemon and garlic bake in the oven at 350 degrees 15 minutes serve you over rice slap of garlic butter garnish with parsley

[luvlyycy]

phainon mostly jerks it to blowjob porn, but he's picky. after he meets you, he'll subconsciously pick any porn that has your body type or the woman looks very similar to you.

[skyhigh-tree]

I’m gonna say mean, fucked up things to you — but in a soft, sing-song voice reserved just for you.

That’s right, you’re a good little slut, aren’t you? Yeah, you’re my good little slut. You look so fucking dumb with your tongue out like that. Stick it out a little further, baby - god, you really are dumb. Stick it out further. That’s a good girl.

[dudepussy34]

i think a soft dom slowly thrusting into me and telling me how pretty i am while i take their cock would fix me rn actually

[curlyboys]

For the bottom buck prompts: nervous ❤️

less smutty, more talky 😌🫶

"It's okay to be nervous," Tommy tells him, voice a gentle balm over his nerves. "If you're uncomfortable, or don't like it, we can stop at any time."

He's so patient and thoughtful and kind that Buck wishes he'd met him years ago during his fuckboy era. "It's not like I'm a virgin." He tries to dismiss it, reminds himself this is nothing compared to some of the shit he got up to in his travels and his early days in the L.A. club scene.

The lube between his cheeks is growing tacky in the cool air. His knees are spread wide to accommodate Tommy kneeling between them. His thick, flushed cock juts out from a thatch of trimmed dark pubic hair and the sight is just as captivating as the rest of him. Tommy pets at his thighs, fingers of his right hand having that same cool and tacky feel against his skin, catching in the fine hairs over his quads.

"It's just.."

"..Different?"

"Yeah." Because Tommy is a guy. Because his cock is real, not silicone or vibrating or metal. Because.. "I really like you."

That surprises Tommy, for some reason. "I really like you, too." And he sounds so damn sincere about it that it eases Buck's nerves a little more, makes something fizz and bubble in his chest.

"I wanna do this, I just, um. Can you tell me what it was like? For you."

Tommy nods, and takes a moment to gather his thoughts. "Well.. I bottomed for a few partners over the years, but. I found I didn't enjoy it as much as topping. It was pleasurable, just.. not my preference."

"Yeah, I get that." Buck's had sexual partners that generally preferred pegging and using other toys. He's always found assplay pleasurable but he definitely had more fun with some partners than others. "Would you do it again? Bottom, I mean."

"If that's something you want to try, of course."

It's not Tommy's preference, but he'll do it. For Buck.

Buck reaches up to pull him down into a grateful kiss and Tommy goes willingly, following Buck's lead. He lets it soften, lets their lips part to murmur in the warm space between them. "Maybe? I dunno. I've, uh. Done anal with women who were really into it but it wasn't something I suggested. Then when I tried pegging, it was like.. I got the hype, y'know?"

Tommy's smile is so tender and he looks damn near proud of Buck. Buck swallows his hum and urges Tommy to lay down between his thighs, wrapping his legs over his hips.

"I've been thinking about this for weeks," Buck confesses, drawing Tommy closer. Because he has. He's touched himself thinking about Tommy inside him, experimented with his own fingers after a long hiatus. He's had wet dreams about it, which is something that hasn't happened in years. It added to his happy, fizzy-chested delight over discovering this part of himself: it's new, and he feels a kinship to his younger self being eager to explore and indulge.

"Me too," Tommy says, and Buck's gut gives a delicious clench, his cock kicking happily where its curved and leaking against his belly.

Tommy kisses him again and reaches for the condom and more lube. Buck hasn't brought it up yet and he doesn't want to jinx it, but this thing with Tommy feels like it could last so he wants to talk about what that means for their sex life. He wants to take Tommy bare, which may be insane because he doesn't even know for sure if he'll like taking a real cock yet. But if he does like it - and the way his body opens around the tip of Tommy's cock pressing into his ass for the first time tells him he will - then he wants to make it happen.

He wants it all.

send me bottom!buck prompts

[ruinedwithlust]

Wanna challenge another dom just for fun, I want to take him home and fight for dominance like we're a couple of animals. I want him to push me against the wall and restrain my wrists only to falter when I bring my knee up between his legs, I want it to hurt. I want to bleed. I want to dig my fingernails deep into his skin and bite my lip when I feel my pussy get sore from how rough he's fucking me. I want to watch his eyes roll to the back of his head when I get ontop and ride his cock like my life depends on it. I want to feel his fingers dig into my hip until they're bruised. I want us both to fight for dominance and lose