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[wthphe1n]

Want someone to force a dildo that is way too big inside my ass but in a soothing yet sadistic way.

They softly cooing at me, telling me that it's alright and that I can take it. Hugging me and giving me breaks when I start crying that it's too big and it won't fit. But at the same time they don't stop, they're there for me and comforting me but I'm not in control, they want it in and it's going in no matter how long it takes.

Want to be helpless, needy and a mess for them.

"yes baby, it's going to hurt but you can take it"

"deep breaths puppy, let's wait a moment before I keep pushing"

"no no no puppy, you can take, you will take"

"relax your body darling, relax and let me push it in"

"shh shh, good boy, you want a break or I can keep pushing? No no, we won't be taking it out, it's going inside boy, you want a break or not?"

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HEADCANONS! you are much shorter than him

Pairing: Hyuk x reader

Note: for @shintaru

as a reader meets a guy who is taller. and in the end he becomes boyfriend

you remember the first time you saw him. it was a close encounter, to be honest, when you were trying to cut down on your commute and decided to take a shortcut through a couple of side streets. you definitely didn't expect to be hit by a speeding bicycle.

Like, one moment there was no one in the alley, and then there was the sound of tires screeching against trash cans, and the sound of someone crashing into the dirty walls of the alley, and then there was a figure flying towards you like a fallen angel from heaven, and then there was the sound of "oh, shit" as you covered your face with your hands.

he lands next to you, falls, his bike hits the pavement with a loud thud, and you hear a clanging sound like something breaking. and there he is, lying against the wall, staring at you, his mask moving so that you can only hear "you're so short I didn't notice you."

You open your face, trying to catch your breath, when you see this bastard getting up and picking up his bike, which has a cracked frame. Did he call you short? your eye twitches when you approach him to grab his hood

“Listen, you little brat,” you pull the fabric down, bringing his face closer, his eyes widening in surprise at your presence, “YOU were the one who almost caught me, YOU were the one who was running around in the tight alleys like it was a drive-in arena! so don’t you dare tell me anything about my height when you’re not that much taller than me!”

you push his body aside to turn on your heel and walk away. you were definitely angry. your height was normal, average, and the fact that this bastard is taller than you, maybe 15 or 18 centimeters, doesn't give him the right to be a complete bastard

but there he was, looking at your back, holding his broken bike from the accident, and a smile came to his lips. His fingers moved the mask down to pull back his lower lip, "so arrogant for a shorty."

After that, you always felt the sensation of invisible eyes on your back, as if someone was watching you. But no matter how much you looked, you couldn't see anyone.

and tonight it felt like that again. you were standing in the store in the evening, there weren't many customers, and you just blamed it on being tired after a long day. you looked up to see your soda on the top shelf. you reached for it, standing on your tiptoes, touching the bottle with your fingertips, but only pushing it further away.

"Oh no.." you sighed, looking around and not seeing a salesperson, and standing on the bottom shelf, giving yourself a few inches to reach the top.

"you're jumping like a monkey," you see the hands that grab the jar you need, and you feel the breath near your ear, making you shudder and slide back into someone else's arms, which grab you immediately. "Last time wasn't enough for you, did you want a real hug?"

You raise your head to find his presence. You recognize him immediately and see him smiling. You stand up straight, pushing his hands away, and try to grab the jar from his hand, but he only raises it higher. "Jump."

you look up at him, your hand reaches higher, you see his lips stretch in satisfaction.

slap!

a resounding slap across his face, without any words, gives you a few seconds to get him off guard and take him can of soda

after that, you saw him almost everywhere. in the park, where you would pass by, slowing down near you, sometimes placing his hand on your head. in stores, he always stood behind you, giggling when you couldn't reach the top shelf. or even on those evenings when you were walking home, Hyuk would be waiting for you in the alley.

you accidentally found out his name, you didn't want to know. he just snatched your phone one day, twisting it around when you tried to take it back. and then he handed it back to you with his number in your contacts before turning around to leave.

did you think that was the end of it? no.

sending memes about the height difference in private messages late at night or making stupid comments about your height being humiliated

so you decided to play it ahead of time. You knew you were caught in his trap, and if there was no way out, you could make new rules

that night you wore heels. you definitely knew he'd be in the alley when you came home from work.

and walking up to him yourself, looking straight into his face. saw the gears in his head turning at full speed to figure out what was going on, "I thought you grew overnight, and you decided to stand on nails to catch up with me? how cute"

You roll your eyes to leave him behind, but he's definitely following you in silence. you felt with every step how the pain in your legs, after a whole day on a high platform, began to put pressure on you. and the looks of others at your figure made you feel less comfortable. And Hyuk noticed it too.

he followed you quietly when you went into the store, picked up the same soda without any problems, and saw how you tried to ignore any presence of people so as not to be embarrassed by their gaze and not stumble.

you were trying so hard to detach myself from it that you didn't even notice a third person who turned on the video recording to put the phone under your skirt. and then you felt a touch on your thigh and a dull sound on the floor.

"Hey, did you notice that the little thing on heels belongs to me?" Hyuk searches, with his hand on your thigh, covering your back, and a man lying on the floor quickly gathering his limbs and fleeing the scene of the crime.

you processed the information for longer than necessary, feeling a shiver run down your back as you turned your head to Hyuk. and again he's so close, lowering his mask from his face to his chin and leaning into your face without a sense of personal space. he said you were his?

"if you wanted to humiliate me by putting those stilettos on feet, then yes, you succeeded, but if you want to do it again in my face, just tell me to lean in."

and the whole situation was absurdly funny when you awkwardly agreed

if someone had told you before that this crazy person was trying to court you and get your attention, you would have laughed. you thought he was never serious and just followed you whenever he could.

until the situation with the heels happened again.

only this time, you were walking home from a party, and the rain started dripping on your shirt, making you run and rubbing your feet until you found a quick shelter under a bus stop.

you were in pain until he appeared, leaning against a nearby pole, completely soaked. this time, there were no stupid comments, just a blank look at you. he took slow steps towards you, then got down on one knee, reaching for your ankles. "What are you—"

"I told you if you needed it you could just ask me" his fingers take off your shoes, the rain starts to patter on the roof less, calms down when his warm arms scoop you up into his embrace, hold you tight and it's not quite gentle, even cool with the moisture, "you're a little thing that needs someone to look after you"

and you let him

now you were the one who started spamming his private messages, pointing out the things you needed but couldn't reach, and letting him lean in to give you a few kisses on the face. and you let him add you to his contacts as "little thing" with a black heart next to it

you let him into your house, fought for the console he held up, stole his big clothes, and let him rest his head on the top of your head when he wanted to sleep.

and carry you around on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, if Hyuk felt that your funny arguments with him were starting to turn into something more serious.

he doesn't really care about your height, he finds it convenient to constantly lean on your body with his arms or his entire body.

and it's also a reason to tease you.

but in bed, late at night, it was you who was the big spoon, with your legs wrapped around his waist and his face pressed against your chest. and he would never admit to you that he feels so small at that moment, even if you can see it clearly

He is definitely not a romantic type and his courtship methods are similar to stalker ones. But you see how Hyuk sometimes lingers next to you to pay attention again to your height or the fact that all his comments were never bad with a bite.

Like, as some people find things cute, he finds something more as convenient and comfortable

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HEADCANONS! you are much shorter than him

Pairing: Joker/Hajun

Note: for @dzvelinaskebiyars (For the two of you!)

as a reader who is below 160, met a tall guy. and then he became a boyfriend

you remember once bumping into his figure in the crowd. or rather it was he bumping into you, completely not noticing because you were even lower than the level of his shoulders

and you would have definitely fallen down if his hands hadn't caught you, in a chaotic manner, clinging to the hood of your sweatshirt and trying to grab your hand

you turned your head just to tell him to be careful, because you were already exhausted from people not looking at the road in front of them so they wouldn't end up finding you. but when you looked up, it seemed like you turned your head all the way 90 degrees.

like, "fuck, what the hell..." you were more surprised by his height than angry that he had pushed you and kept holding you. Hajun only blinks in confusion as you try to stand up straight and he finally lets go of your arms.

you feel the pain start to radiate into the back of your neck as you continue to stare at him, and you can barely hear him muttering something quietly, "what?"

he only swallows to lean a little closer and mumble an apology to you again

you exhale the last of the air from your chest, "be careful" frowning and walking away in the direction you were originally going. no matter how angry you try to act, as soon as you turn the corner, you cover your mouth with your hand and try to stretch your neck. he's fucking tall, and you're sure it's not just because of your height.

the next time you met him was by chance. it was still the same neighborhood, just you were in the playground when the sun was setting. sitting on a bench, swinging your legs in the air, texting with your friends, not wanting to go home in such a stuffy weather. you didn't even immediately notice that someone sat down next to you

only when something hit your thigh did you pay attention. A package of strawberry milk and pastries in a transparent wrapper, and he's sitting right next to you, completely hunched over, moving the package's arms toward you, "this..Sorry about that time, you left angry."

Hajun noticed your solitary presence on the playground and hurried to the nearest grocery store to choose something for you, typing in the search bar on the internet to find out what girls like.

you turn off your phone and place it on your thighs, and your legs stop swaying in the air. He seems to notice this immediately, glancing at your heels hanging in the air a few inches off the ground, and then scanning the playground to try to find something good enough to avoid burning with shame in front of you.

that evening was accompanied by your quiet gratitude and the rustling of the packaging as you stuck a straw into the jar and opened the pastry with cream, followed by silence and constant awkwardness every time you looked at him.

even when the sun finally set, it seemed so difficult to leave. but as you slid off the bench, throwing away the empty wrappers, he also stood up, putting his hands in his pockets, "it's late, it's dangerous to walk alone."

you noticed how he tilted his head down of you so you could hear better and not have to look up so high. you just gave a short nod and let him lead you home.

and then it happened again

when you returned to the same playground, around the same time, feeling a flutter in your chest. why did you want him to be there? and he was, sitting on the same bench, scanning the streets, when his gaze caught yours, and he gave you a brief wave and moved to the other end of the bench.

and again, the strawberry milk and the same cream-filled sweet

that evening, you learned his name and that he also lived in the neighborhood, having moved there recently with his younger brothers.

and then it became something regular. only not so quiet anymore. you started talking, Hajun answered you, occasionally telling some stories and one day he came with his bicycle, offering you a ride

you were so excited, only it was bad. terribly bad. you couldn't reach the pedals

and just when you were about to give up, you could feel his presence behind you, his hands reaching out to hold the steering wheel and the seat so that you could get in, and he would gently push you so that you could drive.

and you could have sworn that it looked so funny from the outside, but you felt so good and so embarrassed that the laughter never came out of you.

you always noticed how he tried to be careful with you. bent down to hear you better, spoke a little louder, and helped you get things from the top shelves of the store if you decided to stop in shop by before going home.

one day you even used it as your book of complaints. you talked about how you were going to meet up with some old friends, and how one of the guys was constantly making fun of your height and putting his hand on your head, calling you his comfortable armrest

Hajun only remained silent, looking at your profile as you poked the straw into the strawberry shake packaging and at some point jerked his hand towards you, placing his palm on the top of your head, "so he did that and called you his armrest?"

you turn your head to him, almost choking on your milk, coughing a little. Hajun's hand immediately pulls back so he can move closer to you, too close, "are you okay?—"

"Yes!" you say more sharply, looking up at him, and oh, he's too close, looking at your face with concern, looking for any sign of discomfort, not realizing the situation he's put you both in.

and if he hadn't gathered his thoughts by turning his head, you're sure you would have moved closer to him to kiss him.

and it began to haunt your mind, this thought, until you realized that you were in love with him.

you started looking at his profile for too long, longing for his touch on your hair, and wanted to know what it was like when he held your hand with his own

so you did it first

“it’s a trend” you show him a Tik Tok video, as he leans closer to see what you were showing, Hajun’s gaze runs to your face, “..is it a trend for couples?”

you nod, "yes, but does that stop us from doing it?" he just sighs, watching you reach out to him, your hand hovering in the air as his fingers finally touch your palm, your skin coming into contact with his. you freeze, realizing that his hand is two phalanges larger than yours.

That evening, you didn't record a video, and he looked at you in confusion.

The next time, you took it a step further. asked him to get up from the bench, late in the evening, when the streets were lit up, the packages were thrown aside, and you stood on the bench, finally meeting his face with yours.

"What are you doing?" You shrug at his question, dismissing it by telling him that you want to look at the street from his height. Hajun just snorts, the corners of his lips twitch, and you're so caught up in it that you reach out to touch his shoulders, leaving a kiss on his lips.

"I'm sorry..." You move away from him abruptly, as if trying to escape from a crime scene, and like in all the comical movies, you slide off the edge of the bench. and you might have broken your head if Hajun's hands hadn't grabbed you by the hips first, lifting you up and holding you tightly.

"you could have asked to be taken if you wanted to see..." his voice is muffled as his face rests on your shoulder. that night, you were taller than him for the first time.

and after that night, you could officially claim that this tall guy belonged to you. you could hold his hand on the streets or invite him to spend the first night at your place.

you remember how Hajun stood in front of your bed, wondering if he could fit on it. but no. when you patted the mattress so he could lie down next to you, you noticed how his legs were sticking in the air

you also noticed that he became more tactile (oh yes, touch starved). constantly holding your hand, playing with your fingers or tracing your lines with his fingertips all the way to your nails

or how he could stand behind you to wrap his arms around your neck, looking down at the top of your head, occasionally allowing himself to use you as an armrest for his hands (now only his)

and if you couldn't reach something on the top shelf before, he would just give it to you, but now he would grab your hips or waist to lift you higher.

he's not the type of guy who would use "shorty" or "dwarf" or anything like that. but he's the type who would say "little princess" or "little sun" to you.

every time you got tired, Hajun would just pick you up and carry you.

don't see a guy who would fight with you, because he seems too attentive and would never raise his voice at you to avoid scaring you. Even if the situation got out of control, he would listen to you calmly and try to talk to you.

but if the situation was genuinely shitty, he'd just throw you over his shoulder, making you swing your legs in the air, "if you want to continue this argument, at least do it at my level."

He also knows that your neck starts to hurt whenever you look up at him for too long. So he uses his hands, sliding his fingers across your skin to give you a massage.

Hajun would definitely put your head on his arm so that you could rest your head on his shoulder if you were too tired.

if you fell asleep on him, wrapping your arms around his torso like a koala, Hajun wouldn't let go of you, even if he was in an uncomfortable position, "I don't mind being your tree if you want to climb on me."

sometimes he might just carry you in his arms, and you'd swing your legs in the air. he found it cute from the moment met.

and if he was training at home, you could lie on his back while he was doing push-ups or planks. it's definitely not a problem for him, but the first time he fell on the floor, it was because he was too embarrassed to lift his face when you were running around him, thinking you had caused harm (no, not at all, don't think he even felt it).

if someone once told him shit that he was dating a girl who was too short and that it was wrong because tall should stay for tall, he would beat the crap out of that dude

and by the way, just for the record, he would put your picture together on his phone wallpaper, where he can see the difference in your height, bringing your figure closer

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"Glazed And Ruined"

Pairing: Chris D'Char x Reader

Summary: You stacked donuts on his dick<3

Tags: SMUT, MDNI, Established RS, Food play, Size kink, Reader implies as smol

Chris never really knew how he let you get away with this shit. 

Seven feet of muscle, orange hair sticking damp to his temple, tattoos carved up his arms and chest like warning signs—and still, he sat there with his sweatpants shoved down, cock flushed and heavy in your hands while you pouted like he was the one being unreasonable.

“You’re ruining them,” you whined, glaring at the half-squished donut hanging halfway down his shaft. “You’re too big—it won’t even fit right.”

He barked out a strangled laugh, head thudding back against the headboard. 

“Jesus Christ, you’re worried about the donut? Not the fact you’re sliding breakfast down my cock like it’s some fucking carnival game?”

You ignored him, leaning down to bite the edge of the donut ring—and your teeth caught his thick length on purpose, sharp enough to make him hiss.

“Fuck—baby,” Chris groaned, one massive hand flying to your hair. 

Not rough, not yanking—just clenching, holding you steady as his cock twitched hard against your tongue.

You pulled back with a wicked grin, crumbs sticking to your lips. “Serves you right. Always ruining them. Maybe I should bite you again.”

His green eyes cut down at you, sharp, glowing, a dangerous mix of anger and want. “You’re playing a game you can’t fucking win,” he muttered, voice ragged as his cock throbbed against your palm.

But you just pouted harder, your bratty little whine slicing through his control. “Then shut up and let me—or I’ll cry.”

Chris’s jaw locked. 

He knew you meant it—he knew damn well you’d start sniffling, curling into him all pitiful until he gave in, and the thought alone made his chest cave with frustration and hunger. 

His hand slid to your cheek, thumb brushing over your sticky lips, and he cursed low.

“Fuck it—fine. You want to play?” His hips rolled forward, grinding his cock against your sugar-sticky hands, smearing glaze and precum messier across your fingers. “Then don’t stop till I’m finished. That’s what you wanted, right? To use me?”

You whimpered like it was unfair, but your small hands squeezed tighter, working him faster, mouth latching onto the head of him with soft wet sucks. He was panting now, the sight of your flushed face looking up at him while sugar coated his cock making his vision blur.

“Goddamn brat,” he growled, voice breaking as his abs tightened, thighs jerking under you. “Look at you. Ruining donuts, biting me like a fucking puppy, and now—shit—you’re gonna make me lose it—”

You hummed against him, all smug even while drooling down his length, and that was it. 

Something in him snapped—his hand tightening in your hair, his hips finally thrusting up shallow and desperate, grinding against your messy mouth and hands.

“Finish me,” he ordered through gritted teeth, green eyes blown wide, chest heaving like he’d run a marathon. “Don’t you dare stop now. You wanted me like this—fucking take it, baby.”

By the time his release spilled hot and messy against your tongue, sliding down the corners of your mouth sticky-sweet with glaze, Chris was half gone, his tattoos flexing over trembling muscles. 

Seven feet of power completely undone, groaning your name like a warning and a prayer, ruined by your bratty little game.

And you just grinned, licking sugar off his skin like he was still your favorite snack.

Chris didn’t even realize when patience stopped being part of the equation. 

One second he was biting down curses at the sight of you, small hands sticky with glaze as you stroked him, lips puffy and smug with sugar crumbs clinging to the corners.

The next, his hand was in your hair, dragging your face back with a force that made your gasp hitch sharp in your throat.

“You think I’m a fucking joke, huh?” His voice was rough, deeper than the growl rattling his chest. 

His cock, flushed angry red and slick with spit and sugar, slapped wetly against your cheek as he held you still. 

“You're really enjoying shoving donuts down my cock like some bratty little carnival trick—” His hips shoved forward, forcing the heavy head past your lips until your throat tightened around him. “—when all you really want is to get split open.”

Your whimper vibrated around him, muffled, messy, and Chris groaned low, his grip trembling between wanting to break you in half and pet you sweet. His hand slid down, thick fingers squeezing your jaw tight as he dragged himself free with a wet pop.

“On the bed,” he ordered, voice gravel, chest heaving as he shoved you back like you weighed nothing. 

Your knees hit the mattress first, then your back, and before you could blink he was between your thighs, his massive frame blotting out the light. Sweat and sugar clung to his skin, tattoos shifting like warning signs as he dragged your legs wide apart.

“Chris—” 

You barely breathed it before he folded you, one ankle hooked over his shoulder, the other in his hand up in the air like a leverage. He didn’t give you space to catch up—tugged your panties rashly to the side, lined himself up and pushed, the stretch immediate and brutal, your little gasp breaking into a cry as the blunt head forced its way in.

“Too small,” he hissed through clenched teeth, every thick inch grinding into resistance as your walls squeezed helplessly around him.

“You’re so fucking tiny—your pussy can’t even take me, and you’re still begging for it. Greedy little size-queen.” His laugh was ragged, hips snapping forward until you were stuffed full, body trembling under the weight of him.

You sobbed into the sheets, nails clawing helplessly at his forearm where he pinned you down. “Love it—I love how big you are—Chris, please—”

“Of course you love it,” he spat, thrusting deep, his cock stretching you mercilessly until your body shook. “Can’t do shit but lie there and cry while I wreck you. Pillow princess with no stamina, just whining for more—” His hips slammed forward, the head of him grinding against your cervix until your eyes rolled back.

Your voice broke into high, keening cries with every snap of his hips, orgasm after orgasm tearing through you so fast you couldn’t tell where one ended and the next began. Slick pooled down your thighs, the sheets beneath you ruined, your body clenching desperately around the thickness inside you.

Chris groaned, head falling forward against your bent knee, sweat dripping down his temple. “Look at you—fuck—cumming again? You’re milking me dry like your cunt doesn’t even know when to stop. Fucking perfect and ruined all at once.”

You tried to speak, tried to swear you were his, but it only came out as broken moans, your body trembling with overstimulation.

He grabbed your face with one rough hand, forcing your teary eyes to lock on his glowing green stare. “Mine. Say it, baby. Say who fucks you this good. Who fills up your tiny pussy till you can’t even move.”

“Y-you—Chris—yours, only yours—”

He groaned loud, hips shoving harder, rutting into you like he was trying to brand himself inside. “Goddamn right. No one else could even fit, yeah? You’re mine, my tiny little pillow princess who needs me, so fucking big, to break her apart.”

And when he finally spilled hot inside you, buried to the hilt, your body convulsed around him again, another helpless orgasm tearing through you until you were crying into his chest, nothing left but his weight, his voice, and his cock still throbbing deep inside you.

Chris kissed your wet cheek, groaning against your skin, ruined and possessive.

“Never letting 'ya go. Never.”

MASTERLIST

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MOTH DRAWN TO FLAME

Part 4 already!! I gotta warn y'all that I decided to take it slow af. tagging: @shintaru @ravenwritten @sylith @bfwooin @zyart-jpg @wthphe1n @i-nssomniia @kuchisabishiiiii @bunnygirlgonewild @mscatheart by @enchanthings and @thecutestgrotto

The sun has fallen into the mountains, leaving the silver moon to shine from above the sky like the silent guardian of humanity. Yet, the cold temperature was cruel on the Isla De Pinos.

The fire that Vinny put on with rocks was starting to die down, but thankfully, they had worn out blankets that, maybe wouldn't help that much, but still offered few percents of warmth.

Few people have already gone to sleep but rest of them were still wide awake, cheering, drinking, eating the good meat of wild boar, specifically cooked by Joker—whose hands got blessed by the starved pirates while they devoured the meat.

The atmosphere was supposed to be cheerful, akin to a gathering of old friends, had you not been sticking out like a red egg. Herein it appears that peaceful slumber would be impossible to receive. Raucous sounds, mosquitoes, bugs, and the lurking threat of pirates demands you to remain awake until the break of dawn.

You've barely closed an eye back in the brig, barely sleeping for hours, so how would you even relax in the presence of so many men, scumbags, criminals under the sky with nothing to defend yourself with?!

Hence, you sat on the cold rock, hugging yourself, your chin resting on your knees and even if you've appeared to be relaxed in the eyes of many—you were anything but.

However, there was one positive side to this situation. You have been diligently observing scoundrels of the sea in your sight, attentively noting and memorizing their habits amd their roles on the crew.

For example, Wooin's crew completely depends on Joker in the kitchen, yet Vinny does help him out a little. You've noticed Vinny's disdain for the crew of pervert pirate— whose name you still haven't learned— whispering to Joker how exhausting and irritating they were.

You've noticed impressive pirates from the opposite crew, like Mark Read and Andy. The man, whose name you learned to be John Rockham, didn't stand out that much, yet he turned out to be the second in command on the ship.

But what you were truly looking for were naive, young or new pirates that would unknowingly betray the captain. And, surprisingly, you've found some. Or at least, you think so.

Your eyelids started feeling heavy, sleep about to overtake you, however you kept blinking to stay awake, reminding yourself why you couldn't sleep.

Yet, the exhaustion was merciless thing. Your legs were still screaming from all the walk you had to go through today and your mind was overwhelmed with everything. In the depths of your being, you knew that nothing but sleep would give you solace.

Unable to resist, you closed your eyes, telling yourself you'd just rest them for few minutes. But God knows that was a lie.

Away from the crew, Wooin stood against the cold stones of the cave, his arms crossed against his chest securely. He wore loose black pants, a white, loose shirt that had slit from his collarbones to below his chest, but it was covered by the expensive coat he was wearing, his black boots keeping his legs warm in such horrible cold.

In front of him stood the man, who was feared and known by the name 'Grim Reaper'. Known for lurking in the shadows, striking in the unexpected moments, planting the fear in everyone's minds. Yet, the same, feared man stood in front of him as his friend. Ironic, ain't it? Well, this sneaky Serpent has always took pride in his connections.

"Where's Vane?" Kwon Hyuk asked, his legs feeling numb from standing for almost an hour, waiting for certain old man that was too busy getting drunk.

Wooin scoffed, his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. "Likely still quaffin' rum while dreaming his pervert fantasies." Wooin rubbed his neck instinctively, a habit he unconsciously did. "That old fart, seriously..."

"Who ye be calling old fart, lad?" Sudden rough voice cut two young men's conversation short. And here he stood, the same man that harassed you just hours ago, now half-drunk, sulking and glaring at young man in front of him. John Rockham stood behind him. "Have ye forgotten who am I?!"

Wooin and Hyuk stared at him with blank face, unamused and annoyed. With an exasperated sigh, Hyuk mumbled. "He's drunk.."

"I be sober enough to take down th' monarchs m'self!" Vane hicupped, but still held his chin high, not letting his pride shatter.

"Anyway..." Wooin sighed. "Tomorrow. At night. Get your crew ready, we can't wait any more."

Vane smirked, his eyes shining with malice even if his sight was slightly blurred from the amount of rum he consumed. Yet, he stood still, unshakable. "My crew always be ready to spill blood, lad. Ye should be worried about your softhearts."

Vane strolled closer to Wooin, not attempting to intimidate, yet it still felt like devil itself was walking on the earth. "Since ye was trained by him, i be placing my trust in yer hands. But don't get cocky. Ye be still nothing but a scallywag." At that, Wooin's eye twitched but he still let the elder ond continue speaking. "As planned, ye'll battle by me side. If ye lag behind, I'll abandon ye. If not, if ye were to survive, I'll bestow upon yer desired prize."

"But..." Vane didn't stop. Instead his eyes narrowed at two young men, his tone quieter than before. "Do somethin' about that princess o' yours. If she gets in the way, I'll be taking her life meself."

"Ye aren't compelled to worry about that." Wooin speaks up, his usual smirk gone from his lips. "Since both party is ready, I don't be seeing any problem with the plan. So, ol' man, give me the break, will ya?"

Vane huffed. "Of course, ye be seeing no problem with the plan, because I toiled hard for it with me crew for two weeks! While you were busy sinking into the arms of yer princess!"

Wooin, unable to hold it in anymore, snapped, vein popping on his forehead. "How bold of ye to be thinking I've been doing nothing, when this entire plan be mine! Surely old age ain't gotten to your memory yet."

Seeing them banter with each other again, John interrupted with polite cough, grabbing their attention. "No reason to fight with each other now, be there?"

Vane backed away from Wooin, his shoulders held uptight. "This be no fight, matey. Merely a discussion."

With that, Vane turned his back to rest of them, walking back to his rum. "Since it's over, I'll go back to drink this blessed rum."

Vane, now gone, left awkwardness and also undeniable disappointment in the air. Wooin, whose eyebrows were still furrowed and annoyance still ticked his heart, glaring at John, making the poor man shriek.

"Arr, be we taking our leaves too then?" John asked, sweating slightly from the tension earlier.

Wooin let out a sigh, cracking his neck slightly. Seeing the man relaxing, John spoke up again. "Ye needn't fred about anythin'. Just place your trust in us and—"

"Trust?" Wooin repeated, like the word itself offended him. "What be this trust ye be speaking of? How can trust between two pirate captains be true, I ask ye?" The defeating silence fell between them, leading to another tension. Wooin's sharp eyes gnawed at John's—who, despite the situation, felt chillingly unbothered, as if he's been staring at someone else and not captain Wooin! "This alliance be not be built on childish fantasies like trust." Wooin continued speaking, walking past John and Hyuk. "Stop tryin' to convince yerself that this alliance 'tween us can be mended. Any scallywag can betray any other, thought ye knew that."

With that, Wooin left the two gentleman, leaving not only silence but also discomfort, air thick with tension. Yet, despite his tense shoulders, John found himself not being able to take his eyes off the younger captain, his gaze filled with curiosity and a cursed sense of nostalgia. "That lad sure has..." He spoke up, murmuring to himself. "strong characteristics of him."

Hyuk didn't answer him, didn't glance at him, just hid in the shadows like he always did and followed the man who has been the good friend of his for long time—leaving John behind.

With quick steps, Grim Reaper caught up with his captain, standing by his side as they both were returning to the cave, where their crew has been nestled in.

But the glimpse of the woman sleeping on the rock caught their attention. Everyone has already gone in the cave to avoid freezing to death, probably going to sleep.

Everyone but you, who has fallen asleep on your knees, sitting on the cold rock with no blanket nor coat—nothing to warm yourself with.

"Be she truly snoozin' here?" Hyuk mumbled to Wooin, surprised by the sight. But he could take a good guess on how exhaustion must have taken great toll on you, especially in the environment you were strongly unfamiliar with.

Before Hyuk could even move, Wooin—silent, eyebrows furrowed and slightly stiff—walked towards your unconscious body, lips parting in a sigh.

He took his own coat off his shoulders, dropping it on yours. "What a stubborn woman." He muttered.

Hyuk, who suddenly appeared behind him, asked: "Do you plan to charm her?"

Wooin shoot him a look, his lip crunched upwards in surprise. "What be ye blatherin' about?"

Hyuk shrugged his shoulders off, feigning innocence. "Dunno. Considering your reputation with women—"

"She be not my type." Wooin responded, cracking his neck comfortably. "All bark no bite. I don't fancy women who blabber boldly but can't back it up."

Wooin walked past you, to enter the cave and get ready for the next day that was going to be quite stressful. "Don't stay up late, Hyuk. Ye have tons of work to do tomorrow." He said and disappeared in the darkness of the mysterious cave.

Suddenly, your eyes flutter open, sleep still getting best of you. You stretch your back a little, shifting from the uncomfortable position, the realization of the environment dawning on you. And the sight of a man beside you, looking at you with hollow eyes, caused you to jump in your seat.

Hyuk narrowed his eyes at you, his gaze piercing right through your thoughts. "Don't stay here," He spoke with caution. "unless you want to get eaten alive."

With that, he took his leave, abandoning you to the wilderness. While he, himself, retraced his steps to the cave.

His words unleashed tremor through your very being. You looked at the cave he just disappeared in, and though it didn't look secure nor inviting—the sight of wild nature, merciless cold and sound of growling was enough to make you get up, rushing to the cave as the sensation of unseen eyes following your movements weighed heavily upon your heart.

You prayed the darkness would protect you from whatever was lurking outside, but would you be safe in this chilling darkness? And face no danger?

Though the question remained unaddressed, one truth endures; you were liberated from the haunting, sharp eyes that waited for you outside.

1) Believe it or not, pirates were very acceptable of the roles, they were pretty democratic. The roles included:

Captain—whose job was to be in charge of the ship in battles, purge ships and find treasures. But Captain didn't have utmost authority over their crew outside of battle!

Quartermaster—second in command, was there to make sure the captain would be chosen or kicked out fairly, was the voice of the crew!

Sailing master—person in charge of sailing ship, they had to adapt to maps, stars and winds.

Boatswain—In charge of maintenance and supplies. Skin deficiencies like scurvy would plague the crew if the boatswain could not get hold of crucial supplies.

Surgeon—pretty much telling from the name. If the crew members would lose the leg or get serious injuries, surgeon was the one to ask of help from!

Master gunner—person in charge of weapons on the ship!

Cook—The chef of the ship.

Cabin boys—Ones who attend to the needs of all pirates on the ship. Usually, they were hostages that served pirates.

Powder monkey—The ones responsible for gunpowder, usually were teen boys.

Swabbies—Cleaners of the ship. They were moping the deck every single day.

2) If you think that reader is paranoid for being scared of the pirates, I'd like to remind you that pirates were criminals who mercilessly attacked royals and even each other. Women were not welcomed by most of them during these ages, they were sold, r*ped and whatnot. There's a pirate called Edward Low who genuinely ENJOYED killing and r*ping women...Ironically enough, women were still treated better there than in empires.

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Lost my life to horny jail never getting parole

Grind It

shameless smut. established RS. rubbing. size kink. choose your own ending

Vinny had you pinned under him on his bed, hoodie bunched up at your chest where he’d tugged it down just to see you squirm. 

His mouth was already on your neck, leaving marks he’d deny later, and his hand was still between your thighs, rubbing you the way he always did when you begged. But tonight you wouldn’t stop whining.

“Vinny,” you gasped, hips twitching helplessly under his palm. “Want you—want it.”

He groaned, dragging his teeth across your throat, frustrated.

“You don’t know what you’re asking.” His voice was sharp, breath hot against your skin. “You’d cry the second I tried. I’d rip you in half.”

You pouted, clutching at his shirt like it would anchor you.

“Please—just try. Just… want you…” you sniffled so softly, nuzzling against him.

That made him still. He pulled back to glare down at you, scowling like you’d just threatened him.

“Don’t say shit like that.” His jaw worked, teeth clenched, but his hips pressed down, betraying him. You felt the thick length of him straining against his sweats, rubbing your bare slit through the thin cotton. Even through the fabric it felt obscene—hot, heavy, too big to even imagine fitting.

Vinny cursed under his breath, shifting back just enough to shove his sweats down. His cock slapped against his stomach, flushed and angry-red, leaking already from how long he’d been grinding on you without realizing. You stared, breath caught in your throat, and his ears went red immediately.

“Don’t look at it like that,” he muttered, voice hoarse. 

“Shit. It’s not—” He broke off, dragging a hand over his face before grabbing your thigh and hiking it up high on his hip.“You asked for this, remember that.”

He lined himself up and froze. His cockhead nudged your slit, dragging through your wetness, and he groaned so deep it rattled your chest. You could feel the blunt width of him straining against your folds, not even close to pushing in, just rubbing raw and heavy against your clit and slick.

“Fuck…” 

He almost pulled away right then, panic flickering across his face when he glanced down and saw the size difference—the way his cock dwarfed your swollen little slit. 

“This is insane. You can’t take me. I should stop.”

“No—Vinny, don’t,” you whined, clutching his hoodie like it was life or death. “Please, I’ll cry if you stop…”

That broke him—his whole body shuddered, and his head dropped into the crook of your neck with a low growl.

“You’re a damn brat,” he hissed, but his hips pushed forward, grinding himself along your pussy, smearing you with his precum. 

The sensation made your back arch—his cockhead catching on your clit every time, dragging thick and slow over your slit until your thighs trembled.

Vinny’s breath came in harsh pants against your skin, his voice breaking between curses.

“Fuck, you feel so soft—gonna lose my mind. You hear me? Just from this—just rubbing, fuck—”

He held you tight, one hand gripping your thigh, the other cradling the back of your head like you might break if he let go. His cock slid wetly against you, the slick sounds filling the room, his hips rutting harder every time your little whines reached his ear.

You gasped his name, voice small and broken, and he almost sobbed with it, grinding desperately against you, his cock spreading your folds wide but never pushing in.

“Don’t—don’t make that noise. I’ll fucking snap, I swear.” He kissed you hard, sloppy, almost punishing, his hips jerking uncontrollably as precum and your slick smeared hot between you both.

“Look,” he groaned, pulling back just enough to glance down where he was rutting against you, cockhead catching on your entrance and sliding away again. “I’d ruin you. You see that? You’d never handle it.”

But he didn’t stop. Couldn’t. His thrusts turned rougher, more frantic, the base of his cock slapping against your clit, your body jerking with each grind. 

You whimpered, clung to him, and that was what undid him—his hips stuttering, cock throbbing as he spilled hot over your slit, painting your stomach and folds in his cum while his forehead pressed to yours, his voice wrecked.

“Fuck… fuck. Look at the mess I made on you,” he panted, still grinding through it, smearing his release against your pussy like he couldn’t stop. “You’re—fuck—you’re gonna kill me.”

Even as your breath shook, your thighs trembling from overstimulation, Vinny was already wiping the sweat-matted hair from your face, muttering rough little complaints while his thumb brushed your cheek.

“You’re insane. Whining like that until I lose my head—fucking brat.” 

He kissed your temple like it was the only way to calm himself down, still holding you caged under him as if letting go wasn’t an option.

“My brat.”

Fuck, yeah.

OR

Keep grinding on me <3

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Keep Him On The Edge, Just Rub It

shameless smut. established RS. rubbing. size kink

It became a pattern before either of you could really call it that.

Vinny would climb over you with that scowl like he was annoyed with himself for even being there, muttering under his breath about how this was the last time, how he wasn’t gonna give in again. And then his cock would be dragging against your slit before he’d even finished the thought, rutting raw and sloppy until he was shaking above you.

The first time he’d nearly stopped, shocked at how easily he lost his mind just grinding against you. But after that night, he couldn’t. He wouldn’t.

Every time, he told himself it was safer this way. You weren’t ready. He wasn’t gonna be the asshole that shoved it in just because he wanted to. And yet, when he stripped down enough to press the flushed, heavy length of himself between your folds and felt how wet you got just from the blunt weight of him sliding along your pussy, he went quiet—like something in him short-circuited.

You’d whimper, clutch his hoodie, and he’d growl about you being a brat, but his hips would already be grinding down, slow at first, then rougher, losing control with every sound you made. He started chasing it the way a starving man chases a meal—messy, unthinking, rutting into the softness of your slit with his cockhead catching on your clit until his breath hitched ragged in your ear.

And the worst part? He liked it more this way.

He got obsessed with it, with the sight of his cockhead dragging through your slick folds, the obscene sounds of skin against skin, the way his cum spattered across your stomach and inner thighs instead of spilling inside. He’d stare down every time, teeth clenched, watching the size difference like he was torturing himself. His cock looked too big against you, the blunt head never fitting past your entrance, and it made him ache—but he still refused to push in.

“Nah,” he’d growl, holding your hips steady when you tried to buck up. “You’re not ready. Don’t make that face—fuck, don’t cry about it. This is enough. This is all you get.”

And yet he’d grind harder when you whimpered, his forehead pressed to yours, voice breaking as he rutted through your folds like a man possessed. Sometimes he’d jerk himself against your clit, leaking all over you while whispering curses, biting your shoulder just to keep from moaning too loud. Other times he’d hold you down, rut so slow and deliberate that you shook apart on nothing but the drag of his cock along your slit.

It wasn’t just sex anymore. 

It was a ritual.

He’d come undone like that again and again, painting your folds, your belly, even your ass with his release, rubbing it in with his cockhead until you were dripping in him. And every time, he’d mutter the same gruff excuses against your temple—

“You’d break if I tried. You’re too damn small. I can’t—fuck, I can’t do it.”

But his hands betrayed him—cupping your face, brushing your hair back, kissing you like he’d die if he stopped. He hated himself for how much he needed it, for how much he needed you like this: messy, whimpering, letting him ruin you just with grinding.

By the fifth, sixth, seventh time, he wasn’t even pretending anymore. He’d come over, pull you into his lap, shove your panties aside, and rut himself against your slit until he was trembling with the effort not to thrust in. It was his addiction now—the only way he’d let himself have you. 

And every time he spilled across your stomach, wiping his thumb over your clit with something too close to reverence, he’d mutter in that hoarse, broken voice:

“You don’t get it. I can’t stop.”

[wthphe1n]

Comfort.

Comforting your monkey 🙊💓

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Today jay came to home tired and stressed, his mom and him had an argument again. You knew jay, he was smart, doing well in his studies— Hell, you were jealous of him! So you just couldnt understand how his mom seemed to expected higher, when he was already doing enough.

"Jay?" You called out softly, before walking over to the living room, seeing him there alone and struggling pierced your heart. You loved him dearly, and seeing him this stressed and struggling hurts you.

You sat beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder "Want to talk about it?" You said softly in a comforting tone, he turned his head to look at you before just hugging you, he was just like a little monkey craving comfort, you held him close to you while petting his head lightly.

As you both embraced each other, the silence brought him comfort. It wasnt the kind of silence where it was awkward or uncomfortable, it was the kind of comfort that lets him know you'll always be there for him, listening and helping.

You felt jay tremble and sniffle softly, the shoulder part of your shirt slowly soaking in his tears, you only continued to hold and rub his back. You pressed a soft kiss on his forehead, before continuing to just hold him close, letting him know youre there for him.

He nuzzled close to your neck, he was slowly calming down. You felt proud of him for expressing his feelings towards you, and you felt proud of yourself too, because he was comfortable in your presence that he could express his emotions freely.

"Thank you..." You heard him say softly in a low tone, you smiled softly "Its nothing, little monkey." You placed a hand on his head, you felt a soft smile spread on his lips as he wiped his tears away, but not lifting his head up from your shoulders.

Little monkey felt comfortable, his chest wasnt as heavy as it felt earlier, thanks to you.

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[wthphe1n]

Bae.. หนูรักพี่🥺

HEADCANONS! you are much shorter than him

Pairing: Vinny x reader

Note: for @wthphe1n!

as a reader who is below 160, met a tall guy. and then he became a boyfriend

the first time you met Vinny, he was still in the first Hummingbird team at the L.O.S. competition. You came there with your friends to watch the races. and when you saw him, you thought, "Damn, this guy is so tall, he could be a pilot."

it was your little childhood dream that you couldn't fulfill because you were too short.

so one day, when you went up to him to get an autograph, (or you just wanted to see the difference in your heights up close) you tapped the tips of your fingers on his back to get his attention. when Vinny turned, he was bobbing his head around trying to figure out what it was.

and only after your "I'm shorter" did he finally look down. he looked for a long time, as if trying to figure out who could be that small. he didn't even say anything when you silently pointed to the L.O.S. poster so he could sign it

and then you really saw how tall he was, the top of your head was about at the level of his shoulders.

when you took the autograph from him, you just muttered under your breath "seriously, this dude is so tall for a Korean, he could be a pilot like I wanted, is that legal?" or something like that. Vinny's eye just twitched as he leaned down to your level, "you could bite my ankles if you wanted to say it to my face."

he really heard you, damn it

you just rolled your eyes, tucking the poster into the pocket of your bag, careful enough not to crease the paper

you didn't think about approaching him in person anymore. you just came to the races, trying to stay close to your friends so you wouldn't get lost in the crowd. but one day you got separated from them, trying to slip through the crowd of people who constantly pushed your shoulders and bumped into you.

you wanted to cover your face with your hands and scream because some guy almost knocked you down. and when you almost fell, your forehead hit something warm, and someone's hands were on your shoulders. You should have looked up, Vinny.

“hey, you guy, you almost knocked her down, shouldn’t you apologize?” Vinny’s eyebrows were furrowed, and his fingertips were clenched on your arms. The guy, who hadn’t even noticed your presence, turned his head back to find you with your head down. He mumbled a quick apology before walking away, trying to avoid the big problem of a redhead.

After that, you felt the fabric of your hoodie tighten around your arm. Vinny was pulling you right behind him to get you out of the crowd that was going to watch the race in the front row

"Don't you know how dangerous a crowd can be for someone like you?" Your nostrils flare in indignation and anger at his words, what the hell.

"So you were here to save me?" You pull your hands away to put them in your pockets, raising your head high to meet his eyes. Vinny stands still for a couple of seconds, opening and closing his mouth, muttering under his breath, "I happened to see you there alone, so I followed you to make sure you didn't get hurt."

he frowns, again, but you can see the tips of his ears turn red, just a little, as he adds, "it's just a thank-you for the autograph."

and even if you were angry with him for the time he asked you to bite his ankles to be on the same level as you, you couldn't help but laugh. Vinny scratched the back of his neck, looking down, and you could have sworn that the corners of his lips twitched. "God, shut up."

After that, his presence became frequent.

you're used to finding his shadow falling on you from behind, silently, as you stand in line for drinks. you're used to him walking alongside you through crowds of people.

"isn't your race happening now?"

"what does it matter, you'll get hit before you reach the front rows because you can't see from the other seats"

and at some point it wasn't just about racing. one day when you opened the door to get your fried chicken you saw him in his pink helmet again. you reached out your hand, only to have the bag of your food lifted even higher, "learn to pilot to get your food"

damn it, you even started greeting Shelly and the other guys. because they all genuinely thought you two were a couple. to see the two of you together on L.O.S. or to hear Vinny's rare references to "shorty." You just waved your hands, blushing relentlessly, as he shouted that he would beat the crap out of Dom's head

and then it just came naturally into your life.

Vinny became a part of it.

taking items from the top shelves of the store that you couldn't reach even by standing on your toes, accidentally pressing against your back.

leaning his body towards your face so that you could clearly hear what he said or so that he could better see what you were showing him

and grab your wrist so you don't get lost in the crowd. but never by the hand. so when you intertwined your fingers with his one day, in a brief moment of silence, you felt Vinny twitch, and you saw him turn his head away from you, just so his red cheeks wouldn't be seen by you, but he never left.

you also lowered your head, continuing to walk alongside him, hand in hand, feeling your heart race. you knew exactly what it meant, and you felt yourself falling more and more in love with him

and after a lot of discussions with your friends, you finally gathered the courage to confess to him. You invited him to the park that same evening, walking alongside him through the empty streets of the alley, talking and asking more than usual to ease your anxiety. Vinny noticed right away, "It seems like you have a lot on your little mind. What are you getting at?"

You stop in your tracks, taking a short breath to look up and see him slightly hunched over next to you. you were silent for so long just looking at him that you could see him swallowing his own excitement

“hey? hey, do I have something on my face?”

"yeah" you nod to show two fingers to lean down to you, "lean down so I can remove this"

Vinny sighs through his nose, leaning down, trying to look anywhere but, finding the streetlights and plants incredibly interesting, until he suddenly feels a tug on the collar of his sweatshirt and a light touch of your lips on his

he's watching you the whole time, and you mumble that you like him, and you go back down from your tiptoes, and you put your head down, and you speed up your walk to get away from him. Vinny doesn't come to his senses right away, but when you pass a few streetlights along the way, he finally starts walking briskly towards you, catching up with you quickly enough.

"Listen, you little—" Vinny grabs you by the collar of your clothes, forcing you to stay in place and press your back against his chest. but he stops, doesn't say anything, and his entire being trembles as his heart beats erratically, and he opens and closes his mouth to say something to you

"you... you shouldn't run away after that," he say. you covering your face with your hands as if it would save you from feeling embarrassed. "I didn't run away," muffled by your hands on your face.

"It's not convenient," you stop and turn to him, his hand still holding your shirt, "What do you mean?"

"Standing on tiptoes every time, for someone like you, if you want to do it again."

And it seems that under the streetlights, your ears are steaming, while his face looks incredibly red. Maybe it's just a reflection of the light due to his hair color.

Vinny is not a romantic at all. at least that's what he said. but it seemed like you were convinced otherwise. he made all these unintentional gestures that you found romantic

you always noticed his presence when you needed help reaching the top shelves in the house or in the store.

you also noticed that he would grab your hand to pull you away from the road and hide you behind his back so you would be okay. or when you accidentally ran into a group of bad guys who liked to bother him. seriously, he would just cover your eyes with his hand because his palm was about the size of your face, or he would put his jacket over you so you couldn't see what was happening.

sometimes he compares the size of your hands when you're distracted. you might be telling him something, walking side by side, or just sleeping peacefully. Vinny would hold your hand, compare the length of your fingers to his, and squeeze your palm a few times to make sure you're really small.

or when you're teasing him. he might ask you to stop, but you keep going until his hands land on your cheeks. and then he freezes again, realizing how small you are and that he can hold you like this.

cross your fingers and trust that he used your head as an armrest for his hand, that's his limit in front of others

although at home he puts his chin on the top of your head when he's sitting next to you or when you could crawl into his lap.

Vinny really makes a lot of comments about your height.

"my back will start to hurt soon because of how often I lean over to you," "you wanted to be a pilot, didn't you? you could sit on my shoulders if you want to feel the sky a little closer," "do you have a little stool at home so you can reach at least for a mug? no? then why would a midget have a house with high ceilings?"

but he likes the difference in your height

Vinny would put a photo of your face on his phone wallpaper, which he took from above, from his perspective, so that you could see how you look in his eyes

one time he grabbed you by the armpits to lift you up and said "this is what the top shelves look like, remember that." you kicked his knees

when you praise him a lot, you always try to reach out to his hair to pat him. at first, he was so embarrassed by this, and he asked you not to do it because he's not a dog. but now, his body leans towards you on its own, even if he doesn't say anything.

when the two of you are sitting on the bench, Vinny slides down a little so that your faces are about the same level

Vinny is exactly the big spoon that covers your back in your sleep, wraps his arms around your waist and puts one arm under your neck so that his head is on the top of your head. he also curls his legs under yours, like in the fetal position. so in the morning you are always trapped and you can never wake him up. he'll just drag you to the other side of the bed, turn you over, but he won't wake up or let go, "you're so little, you need to sleep a lot to get a lot of energy."

Vinny genuinely enjoys teasing you about your height, lifting things effortlessly so you can't reach them, and placing sweets on a high shelf in the store. "We've already taken too much, so stop with what you have, dwarf."

But if someone else does it, you can feel their displeasure. Vinny will deny it and say that everything is fine, but the way he gets behind you to put his hand on your head and lean down to look at your companion is enough to tell you that you were right.

it seems to be something personal and intimate for him to have such a difference between you, just for the two of you

and his clothes. yes, damn it. they slide off your shoulders, hang, and you seem to become even smaller in them.

but you keep taking his things.

and Vinny keeps taking secret, smudged pictures on his phone when he sees you like this

sometimes he could take you by the waist to lift you up and call it piloting, lol

[wthphe1n]

"You'd Hate Me If You Knew"

Pairing: Park Hajun / Joker x Reader

Summary: He yearns for you, even if you'd hate it if you knew.

Tags: SMUT, MDNI, Childhood friends, Solo masturbation, Desperate!Hajun

Hajun was sprawled back on his bed, the light of his phone screen the only glow in his room.

The photo wasn’t anything explicit—just you smiling, a snapshot from years ago, the kind you’d probably forgotten he even had.

You weren’t even looking at the camera, just turned toward him mid-laugh, your hand shielding your face like you were embarrassed.

Nothing about it was supposed to be suggestive—but to him it was unbearable.

His hand dragged slow, tight strokes along the thick length of his cock, the head flushed and angry as it smeared precum across his stomach. He groaned low in his chest, silver hair sticking to his forehead with sweat, tattooed arm flexing with every motion.

The picture blurred as his vision went hazy, but he couldn’t look away. He didn’t need to.

“Fuck…” His voice cracked, half-choked as he rubbed his thumb over the slit of his cock, hips jerking upward against his grip. “Why do you have to look at me like that… even in this…”

The memory of you—your laugh, your soft voice, the way you’d always leaned on him without hesitation—hit harder than anything else.

He’d grown into someone rough, ink carved into his skin, hands calloused, shoulders broad, but around you he was always still that boy.

And he hated it—hated that even after everything, you could undo him without even trying.

His hand pumped faster, precum slicking the glide, and he bit down hard on his lip, muffling the desperate groan that clawed its way up his throat. “I shouldn’t—fuck, I shouldn’t be thinking of you like this.”

But he couldn’t stop.

He never could.

He thought of how small your hands would look wrapped around him, how your lips might part if he pressed the tip against them, how you’d sound if he finally let all of his hunger spill over. The thought dragged a shudder through his whole body, his abs tensing as his cock twitched in his fist.

“Just once,” he rasped, eyes squeezing shut, the phone nearly slipping from his hand as his body jerked. “Just once—fuck—need you so bad, you don’t even know.”

His chest heaved as he stroked himself harder, faster, chasing the thought of your body beneath him, your face hidden against his throat as you whimpered his name. His thighs tensing with every twitch of his cock, veins standing out along his tattooed arm, his silver hair damp and messy.

The bed creaked with every thrust of his hips into his palm until finally his breath broke into a guttural groan.

Hot ropes of cum—thick and prominent—spilled across his stomach, chest, even his hand, dripping down over the ink on his skin.

But he kept stroking through it, gritting your name through his teeth, eyes half-lidded and glassy as your face lingered behind his eyelids.

When it was over, he slumped back into the sheets, chest still heaving, phone falling onto the mattress beside him. The picture still on the screen, your smile frozen in time, innocent and untouchable even as his phone dropped from his grip.

Hajun dragged a shaky hand down his face, whispering hoarse, broken words meant for no one but himself.

“Fuck… I can’t keep doing this—not with you.”

His heart pounded in his chest, sick with yearning, desperate with the kind of hunger he knew he could never confess.

“...You'd hate me if you knew.”

But his body betrayed him—already twitching, already aching for more—and already having the next picture of you in mind as he reached for the screen.

[wthphe1n]

you looked only at his back. new symbols on his jacket. shabbat. you are sure that he felt your presence with all his being when you stayed behind him. people passed by you, flashing, but he never turned around.

you just tried to breathe through your nose before gathering your strength to finally turn away and go back into the crowd.

logo on your jacket, so old and familiar to both of you once. a completely different team. it wasn't even yours, you took it from him once to support his presence at the races. but now it didn't make sense.

you unbutton the lock on the jacket to take it off and put it somewhere near the benches, leave it on the handrails. feeling how the cold wind touches your skin, pierces your bones and slides under your T-shirt, which definitely does not warm you in this weather.

you're heading for the exit, leaving behind the roaring crowd waiting for the races, old friends and him.

him with whom you shared quiet evenings at his house. him who taught you to ride a bike. and his who filled your heart so much that he was sure that he took your heart with him when he left.

Vinny’s fingers slide over the fabric, carefully taking the sleeve of the jacket you left behind, which you left. he watches your body tremble in this not warm weather.

and he could take just a few quick steps towards you to catch up and throw at least this so that you are warm.

but he doesn't do it.

[wthphe1n]

To give yourself to you

Pairing: Wooin x reader 18+

Tags: Fluff, SMUT, dominant!Reader

For @sylith

"he's a definite leader in relationship!" or "Wooin looks like the dominant type in the relationship," these are phrases you've heard so often from your friends or acquaintances. It seemed that everyone around had long recognized the fact that Wooin would be the dominant partner in a relationship, even if he wasn't looking for anyone. however, this is a mistake. You were right here, the one to whom he handed over all control over him.

It started with a series of random events.

when you were moving on to the next year in college, you didn't think that someone like him, one of those first-year students who captured everyone's hearts and minds, would become your boyfriend. seriously.

you couldn't say that you were the kind of person he would notice when you passed by in the hallway. You're just an ordinary student who tries to keep up with his studies, take on part-time jobs to stop burdening his parents, and learn how to pay his bills while sitting in a big pile of paperwork, as well as spending his free time with his friends.

Wooin was different. His appearance always stood out in a crowd, and his style and many piercings left a lasting impression on people's minds. You were different, buying ordinary things that you found enjoyable and occasionally experimenting with your appearance.

he preferred loud parties and hangouts, throwing parties in his big house by sending invitations inside the campus of students and hanging out in clubs. you, on the other hand, wrapped yourself in blankets in the evenings to watch your favorite movies for the umpteenth time and reading books that you bought at a sale. even your parties with friends were different, more domestic, more quiet, and occasionally it ended with something out of the ordinary.

he posted a lot of stories and a bunch of cool photos on Instagram near his car, from street races or photos in the mirror, and you did it when you caught a good angle on your phone or after you remembered that you even had an account.

you even looked more fragile in comparison.

You don't understand when you managed to turn this freshman's head. You only remember that particular college event where they gathered a lot of students as volunteers for the open house day for prospective applicants. How Wooin constantly adjusted his cap and shirt badge as he guided other people around the campus and they followed the crowd, following his charisma.

you were left on the sidelines, at the information desk, sending people in different directions, helping with information and handing out college brochures. and his first sudden presence, during a break, when he casually approached and asked for water, fiddling with his collar, and then the endless complaints: "it's so hot today," "there are so many people who need to be told about our college," "it's exhausting." it was just a part of his nature and character, without a specific purpose of saying it to anyone in particular, just a random person he might see for the first and last time.

it seems that was the first time you spoke to him. asked him why he agreed to it. Wooin's eyes were fixed on your face, the bottle of water was removed as he swallowed for the last time and wiped his mouth with his palm and smiled cheekily, "because the math teacher promised to cover all my absences in the educational journal"

and the way you rolled your eyes at his response, snorting softly to turn your attention to the other people who approached you for help. Wooin was standing there, propping a wet bottle against his cheek, staring at your profile, when he suddenly interrupted your monologue and said, "Let's go have fun after this."

you paused. turned your head to him, "I'll be busy studying for the exam," and returned to the guests, apologizing for being distracted.

and after that, something seemed to change. you noticed that his presence became more frequent.

he was in the dining room, grabbing a nearby soda with the bottle of iced tea that you were reaching for, "would you mind sitting at the same table for lunch?"

he was at the college exit, putting away his phone and pushing his glasses up his forehead, twisting the car key on his finger as you walked and threw your bag of books and notes over your shoulder, hurrying to your part-time job, "are you in a hurry? I can give you a ride. Where do you need to go?"

he was at the cafe, folding his arms on the bar counter, watching you run from the dining room to the kitchen, passing on the guest's order, "that waiter's apron looks good on you," sipping a bright red cocktail.

and you could call yourself a silly girl who fell for his advances. all the same, his reputation was flying forward Wooin spreading rumors about what a player he was. but still, sitting on another date in the park in the evening, which you chose instead of a good restaurant, watching his tricks on a bicycle, Wooin stopped in front of you, folding his hands on his arm and "become my girlfriend"

you remember how long you were silent, focusing on his face illuminated by the too yellow light of the streetlights. His wet hair sticks to his forehead, and he's breathing through his nose, his cheeks slightly flushed, which is unusual for him.

"Should I go for the player's offer?" You tilted your head, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. He frowned, pouted, and looked at you as if you had offended his entire family.

"If I were really a player, I would be fucking someone in a dirty club's booth, not blushing in front of a cute girl in the park."

And after you agreed, you crossed the line.

You got to know him from a different perspective. And myself too.

Wooin was right in front of you, sitting on the couch in your apartment so you could paint his nails. quieter and calmer, because today you wanted to stay at home and watch something on TV instead of going to a club. so he came over to you, interrupting your viewing, setting out your favorite snacks on the table, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, and pointing at the screen, saying "this is us!!" or "no, this is not us. he's an asshole, I'm not an asshole."

Wooin was in those little coffee shops or parks that you happened to choose for your walk, "the girls told me that the new cafe near the college has an exclusive summer menu, and they say it's delicious." He just gave you a quick glance before returning his attention to the road. He turned the car's steering wheel to take a different turn, heading in that direction.

Wooin was in front of the mirror in your room, going through your closet looking at the things you bought for the two of you, like matching hoodies. not his style, not even close. but the smile and the words that he liked it made your brain click.

You went through all your memories with him since the beginning of your relationship a few months ago. You don't remember him ever saying "no" when you suggested places for dates, made plans for the next week, chose items in stores for your dinner together, or hinted that it was time to sit down and study for the next exams instead of partying with friends.

even when you accidentally called him "kitten" in a mix of words trying to tell a story from the past, how the cat scratched your hands when you pulled him out from under the couch, he was there sitting on a chair in your kitchen, head resting on his hand and asking you to call him that again, until it became something familiar.

"hey, you seem to be in a daze, too overwhelmed by my presence?" he leans on his hands on either side of you, nuzzling his nose into your cheek leaving a smudged kiss. a beige hoodie with no pattern on the fabric, hanging slightly down.

you're wearing exactly the same one.

you raise your head, quickly licking your lower lip from the dryness, looking into his eyes, "you never seem to mind when I suggest something."

pause.

Wooin only blinks at your words, pulling back to look into your eyes.

"because I'm always okay with your choices. I want you to be the one to do it."

he tilts his head to the side, a smug smile on his face, combing through the hair on your face. then you realized that he had given all control of himself into your hands, allowing you to lead him, leaving the final choice up to you.

Of course, he had his own opinion, he also dragged you into his plans. but as if.. more often he followed you. himself.

and he shattered all expectations of himself in that moment of realization.

even when you shared it with your friend, quietly chatting in a sociology lecture, she just said she didn't believe it.

"He doesn't seem like the type to let you control him."

but you couldn't call it complete control. You never remember putting pressure on him to do what you wanted, and you always listened to his opinions, asking him to tell you if something was bothering him.

"I'm not really forcing you to do anything, am I?"

yours fingers slide to phone, quickly typing a message in the chat with him. the teacher's lecture about the influence of society on a person's personality is left aside, playing somewhere in the background.

the response comes quickly

kitten: "What are you talking about, princess?🤨"

"I've already told you that you always agree with my choices. I'm wondering if I've been putting pressure on you. You just don't seem like the type of guy who would follow a girl."

You sigh softly, fiddling with the hem of the hoodie that was taken from his closet this morning.

kitten: "Listen, princess, if it bothers you, I'm willing to repeat it. I'm okay with whatever you choose, and I really don't mind trusting you with my body and following your decisions, as long as you take care of me."

kitten: "It's not about control, it's about my desire. If I wasn't satisfied, I would leave, wouldn't I?"

"I think so."

kitten: "😉 because I have plans for the evening. To prove it to you."

Your ears turn red when you reflexively turn off your phone from his message.

but you blushed even more when you were sitting on his lap in the evening. Wooin was here without a shirt and most importantly with his hands tied. it was his idea.

when he brought the red ropes into the room, you just looked at them in a ridiculous way.

"What's the point of this?"

"I want you to tie me up and put this on my eyes."

He just smiles softly as he moves his hands, checking how tightly you've tied the ropes around his wrists, which are completely pinned to the headboard of his bed.

"Are you really sure about this?"

You awkwardly fidget with the black cloth blindfold in your hands.

"Just do it to me, I want to collapse under you."

you sigh softly, the corner of your lips twitching with a smile or nerves, "good," touching his face to pull the blindfold over his eyes, carefully tying the knot at the back.

"Do you remember the stop word?"

"Yes," Wooin nods briefly, exhaling from his chest in anticipation, "red."

"Excellent."

You didn't even know how to start.

You placed your hands on his shoulders, gently tapping your fingers against his skin.

and then it seemed too quick to get a taste.

started with quick kisses from his cheekbone line down to his neck as he pulled his head back, mouth slightly open. he's more sensitive now.

you could feel the fabric of his pants stretching under your feet. he was hard. pressed against your thigh here and now.

you kissed and bit his neck, licking his skin.

"yes, more—"

sighing as your lips moved to his Adam's apple and your fingers slid down his arms, scratching his skin slightly with your nails.

until you ran your hands over his bare torso, lowering your palm lower to the elastic band of his pants to touch him through the fabric.

"Fuck!—" You raised your head when he swore.

Wooin is sitting here all flushed out, crumbling under you kiss after kiss, biting his lips to smother his occasional cry.

you squeeze his cock, through the fabric of his pants, eyes fixed on his face as his lips open, an obvious moan escapes his throat, longer and louder than before.

you move your fingers to pull his pants down, "rise up" he takes it immediately, seems to lift his hips up too sharply, forcing you to rise with them and rest your other hand on his shoulder to maintain your position on him.

you pull the elastic down with him underwear. you fumble for a couple of seconds to make him comfortable, pulling the fabric down to his ankles.

"you look good" you lean your head to whisper in his ear, touching his neck with your palm, biting the lobe of his ear and finally sliding your other hand down his length. he's shaking, trembling.

you take your time, pumping your hand up and down slowly, lingering with your finger on the head, spreading his pre-cum along the length.

"Fuck, this is better than I thought—"

Wooin swallows, jerks his bound hands when you squeeze him with your palm.

he's really given up all control.

himself.

you stop for just a moment to get off his legs. Wooin raises his head, completely immobilized with no chance to see what you're doing. he only hears the rustling of your clothes.

"Princess? what's wrong—"

his voice breaks as he feels the mattress give way beneath you as you climb back in, your bare legs touching his.

you take his chin in your hands, say quietly, "I'm trying to destroy you the way you wanted," and kiss him, long and wet, grinding against him.

you lift your hips, help yourself onto him, breaking away from his lips, "oh, fuck-"

Wooin doesn't see you as you close your eyes to slide down his cock all the way, slowly, cursing under your breath.

He only feels you getting used to his size. You're in no hurry.

And then you start rocking your hips, leaning on his shoulders. You touch his skin with your lips, controlling the slow pace.

You're so perfectly wrapped around his cock right now, dripping and sliding on it.

"You're too wet," Wooin moans as you pound harder, picking up the pace and bouncing on top of him.

"you're just too slippery," your voice is muffled against his skin. your cunt stretches when you drip on his thighs, with those pathetic squelches.

Wooin is twitching under you too much. he jerks his arms in place, pulling on the rope, trying feverishly to raise his hips to hit you again, his head is lowered back, resting his head on the wall behind.

This time, he was the one who was too loud.

"Fuck! princess, more, more, more!—"

you smile to press your hips down on him, squeeze his cock inside you as you grind on him, watching as he pouts and whines underneath you, completely lost in the sensation.

you start jumping on him, trying to take more of his length each time, just the way he likes it, fast and desperate.

"It's hard, Wooin, I want to cum—" your fingers tremble on his shoulders as you squeeze his skin. He jerks his head, trying to find your face.

you immediately lean in to kiss his lips. It's quick, casual, your tongue gliding over his bottom lip, brushing against his piercing.

and then—

you slam into his thighs harder than you meant to. with a loud slap against his skin.

"holy shit!" Wooin speaks too loudly into your lips before he trembles under you, cums in you, exhaling hot air on your neck.

you smile, kissing his cheeks, wrapping your arms around his neck, "you're such a good boy for me, giving me all of your body tonight." your words are bolder as you ride him a little longer.

a couple of thrusts on his cock before you orgasmed, opening mouth on his skin.

you're breathing heavily, and he's still inside you when you come. your fingers reach for the knot of tape on the back of his head, and you untie it.

the light blinds his eyes, causing him to blink a few times before finding your face. you rub his skin, wiping away the small amount of moisture under his eyes.

Wooin turns his head to press his lips against your palm, leaving a soft kiss, "you did so well, better than I thought."

you smile softly as his eyes dart to your bare feet. you were still wearing his hoodie from earlier in the day, "I'm glad I didn't disappoint you"

Wooin's head rests on your shoulder, his nostrils flaring wide as he tries to inhale more of your scent mixed with his perfume.

"You were so confident today," his eyes close as he relaxes beneath you, completely overwhelmed by you. "I like how you treated me."

You stroke his hair, running your fingers through his scalp, your heart racing.

"I didn't think something like this existed in your fantasies. With me"

Wooin's lips stretch into a smile as he pulls back to look at your face. He's silent for a long time, trying to memorize your appearance.

"because I've trusted you with all of myself, I can't be blamed, can I?" he says softly, wanting to move his hands to feel your skin beneath them, but he can't. "I have a lot of things like this, and I could spend an entire evening telling you about them."

You bite the inside of your cheek, holding in the air in your chest with a sudden gasp at his confession. You're too embarrassed, but still...

"Then tell me" you say, resting your hands on his shoulders to slide your stretched pussy along his cock, hitting his balls.

Wooin squeezes his eyes shut from the suddenness, feels the cum flow down his cock as you slide on top of him, "I want you to play with me, use the ice on your tongue to lick my skin, whisper how good I am, and—" he gasps again as you grind your hips against him, wetly slapping them together, "—take control of my body over and over again. only you."

you roll on top of him again, pressing your lips against his Adam's apple, biting down.

and if you told anyone, no one would believe you.

"Keep going" you slide your tongue, leaving a kiss on his cheekbone, Wooin rubs his nose against your temple, hardening inside you again.

"I like it when you're in control. Melting in your hands. Being heard by you. And more—"

he stops when you start to slowly lift your hips and lower yourself on his cock, looking straight into your eyes, his thoughts interrupted as he tries to recover, "fuck— I just feel loved under you— I want you— I want you here as I collapse over and over again, trusting you with my heart and my body. God—"

you slap against his thighs faster, trying to find a pathetic attempt to control the pace, your heart is racing, "I don't want to let go of you"

Wooin looks at you from half-closed eyes, his eyelashes are trembling, his hips are moving on the bed, his gaze is completely on your face. As if to the Goddess. like a blessing.

"but I don't plan to run away," and a choked moan against your lips as you pry at him with a kiss.

and he seems to be really more sensitive than usual today, because he doesn't last long before his cum flows back into you.

you're glad you went to the gynecologist recently to get emergency pills for yourself.

because it's hard for you to stop tonight.

But the stop word never sounded, even when you continued to milk him.

[wthphe1n]

"Dirty and Laundry"

Pairing: Hyuk Kwon x Reader

Summary: Catching you in his clothes, down and doing something dirty.

Tags: SMUT, MDNI, Established RS, Mean!Hyuk, Masturbation, Caught in the act

You hadn’t meant to take it this far.

At first, it was just wearing his hoodie—oversized and warm, the inside still carrying that faint detergent softness Hyuk’s laundry always had. 

But now it was weeks since the last wash, the fabric heavier with his scent: something clean, muted, and him. 

Every time you pulled the sleeves over your hands and buried your face in the hood, you swore it clung tighter to your chest. And when he left you alone in his room to go sort laundry, your body betrayed you.

You’d slipped your hand beneath, rubbing against yourself through your underwear, using the hem of his hoodie to muffle your shaky little breaths. It was stupid. So, so stupid. Because you knew if Hyuk came back in and caught you like this, he wouldn’t let it slide.

And then the door creaked.

Hyuk walked in holding a bundle of shirts, expression blank as always, scanning the room. He didn’t even look twice at you at first—just reached out to tug the hoodie off your body. 

“Hey—take it off your short ass, I’m washing this.”

But you flinched.

Too slow, too obvious. His hand paused on the fabric, his eyes lowering, sharp. That little shift in his gaze told you he already knew. His attention dragged down from your flushed face, the way your thighs pressed together, and finally to your hand bunched under the hoodie.

He didn’t speak right away. Just stared. And the silence alone made your chest cave.

Then, in that low, flat voice: “You touching yourself in my clothes?”

You swallowed hard, couldn’t answer—couldn’t move.

Hyuk clicked his tongue, the sound sharp and disgusted, and dropped the laundry basket with a dull thud. Clothes spilled out across the floor, forgotten. His hand clamped around your wrist, yanking it out from under the hoodie.

Your fingers were slick—shining in the dim light.

His gaze dropped, then rose slowly to your face. The faintest twitch pulled at the corner of his mouth—not amusement. Not anger. Something heavier. Something that made your stomach drop.

“Pathetic.”

The word cut you in half. Before you could stammer some useless excuse, he dragged you forward, forcing you down into his lap as he sat heavily on the bed. You landed straddling his thighs, hoodie bunched up, your legs trapped around him.

You squirmed weakly, but he manhandled you like nothing, shoving you into place. His palm pressed between your legs through your soaked underwear like he was demanding evidence.

“Already this wet? Just from thinking about me?” His tone was lazy, cruel. “Didn’t even need me here, huh? Just my hoodie’s enough to turn you into a slut.”

Heat surged up your neck, shame choking you. “Hyuk—”

“Don’t say my name with that voice.” His hand shoved past the barrier, two fingers grinding against your slit, soaking instantly. “Not when you’re dripping like this—you’re disgusting.”

The word made you jolt—made you clench around nothing. He caught your chin before you could bury your face, tilting your head back so he could watch you break.

“Look at you,” he murmured, sliding two fingers inside with a wet squelch. “So needy you couldn’t wait, eh? What, thought I wouldn’t notice my hoodie reeking of your cunt?”

Your hips rolled down against his hand without your permission, chasing friction. His lips curled, slow and mean.

“That’s it. Grind on me. Get it sloppy. I’ll make you clean it after—with your mouth, of course.”

Your body betrayed you, clenching tighter around his fingers, and his expression sharpened instantly.

“Already close? You were fucking touching yourself before I walked in.”

“I—”

“Shut up.” His grip on your jaw tightened until your mouth hung open, panting. “Don’t say a word. Just moan—since that’s all you’re good for.”

Your thighs shook, pressure coiling, ready to snap—

But his fingers left you.

You whined, strangled, until he smeared your wetness across the hem of the hoodie, darkening the fabric like a mark.

“Not yet,” Hyuk said, cold.

Then his hands seized your hips, dragging you forward until your clit ground directly against the hard ridge in his sweatpants. The rough fabric scraped you raw, made you gasp loud.

“Move.” His voice was flat command. “Show me how desperate you are—rub yourself off like the dirty little cunt you are.”

Every grind made the hoodie ride higher until it bunched under your arms. Hyuk’s eyes dropped, lingering heavy on your chest.

“Take it off.”

You hesitated, but the sharp slap to your thigh made you yelp.

“Now.”

Shaking, you peeled it off, baring yourself flushed and sweat-slick in his lap. His stare was heavy, burning, daring you to cover yourself. When you tried, he tore your arms apart, pinning them wide.

“No hiding—you wanted me to see, didn’t you? Wanted me to catch you being my little pervert.”

You shook your head, babbling denials—but your body ground harder, soaking his pants.

His smirk widened, cruel. He shifted, rutting up against your swollen clit, letting you feel just how hard he was.

“Fuck… yeah, that’s it,” he muttered, voice cracking as his control slipped. “Keep going—ruin yourself on my cock, even through my pants, yeah?”

His hands bruised your hips as he forced you to ride him faster, grinding until the friction burned.

You sobbed, incoherent, so close—

And this time he let you come—you shattered in his lap, body convulsing, hoodie slipping from your limp grip. But Hyuk didn’t stop. His hand shoved into your panties again, ruthless fingers circling your oversensitive clit.

You screamed, thrashing, but he locked you down, watching every twitch of your face.

“Cry all you want—you asked for this the second you rubbed yourself in my clothes.”

You came again, shaking, broken, collapsing against him.

Even then—he dragged his fingers out, dripping, and smeared them across your lips until they slid between, forcing you to taste yourself.

“Open.”

Dazed, you obeyed, tongue curling around his fingers.

Hyuk leaned back, grip fisting in your hair, tilting your ruined face up so he could admire it—red, wet, trembling in his lap.

“Pathetic,” he repeated, smirk cruel and wide now. 

His cock still pressed hard against you, aching through his pants.

“Pathetic—and mine.”

MASTERLIST

@dzvelinaskebiyars here queen<3

[wthphe1n]

Sugar Rush

shameless smut. aphrodisiac. tiddy fucking. needy!Jay. begging

note: my slave said i should make my works cute too with design so i'm trying that rn

The thing about dating Jay was that you’d gotten used to his softness.

The way he pushed his glasses up whenever he got nervous. The way his fingers hovered awkwardly before they touched you, always asking permission without words. The way he blushed so hard you thought his ears might combust if you even kissed his neck too long.

So when he came back to your room after cycling practice with a little box in hand, you didn’t think much of it. Just another gift, another sweet gesture from your dorky, straight-laced boyfriend.

“Someone…uh, gave me these,” he muttered, holding up the neat wrapping. “Said they were gifts. Just…chocolates, I think.”

You smiled, patting the bed beside you.

“Open it. Let’s share.”

He hesitated—because of course he did—but finally peeled one open and popped it into his mouth while you let yourself be occupied by his presence first.

That was the moment everything shifted.

At first, it was subtle. He blinked a little slower. His throat worked as he swallowed, tongue darting out to lick a smear of melted chocolate from his lip. His eyes, normally darting away whenever you caught them, lingered.

Lower.

Down your chest.

And stayed there.

“Jay?” you teased. “What’s up?”

“…nothing,” he rasped, except it wasn’t nothing.

His voice cracked like he’d swallowed fire, and his hand—warm and restless—landed on your thigh, squeezing.

The next second, he was kissing you. Harder than usual, messy, needy. His glasses were crooked, his breath ragged, and his hands…God, his hands couldn’t stay still. They dragged up your sides, fingers trembling until they reached the swell of your breasts.

“Fuck—I’m sorry,” he whispered against your lips, squeezing you like he couldn’t stop. “I just—I need—please, let me—”

You laughed breathlessly, half from shock, half from the sheer heat radiating off him. “Jay, what’s gotten into you?”

He groaned, forehead dropping against yours, thumbs brushing your nipples through your shirt. “I don’t know—I just can’t stop looking—God, your boobs, love, I—” His voice broke into a helpless whine. “I need to see them. Please—please.”

Before you could answer, he tugged your shirt up and over your head, glasses slipping in the rush. His eyes widened like he’d unwrapped the world’s greatest treasure, pupils blown wide as his breath hitched.

“S-Shit…” His hands cupped you, squeezing softly, then harder when you arched into his touch. “They’re perfect. You’re—ngh—you’re perfect.”

He tugged your bra low enough to free them, mouth latching onto one nipple without warning, sucking desperately.

You gasped, fingers tangling in his hair as he groaned against your skin.

“Jay—oh my god—”

“’m sorry,” he mumbled, not pulling away. His teeth grazed you, tongue circling rough and greedy. “Sorry, sorry—can’t stop—feels so good—”

He switched sides, mouth open and wet, leaving sloppy kisses all over your chest like he wanted to mark every inch. Your nipples were stiff under the assault, your shirt abandoned on the floor, and Jay looked absolutely wrecked already—hair mussed, lips shiny with spit, chest heaving like he’d run a mile.

And still, he begged.

“Let me keep touching,” he pleaded, eyes flicking up to yours even as he kneaded your tits hard enough to make you moan. “Don’t—don’t tell me to stop. Please. Please, baby.”

You couldn’t even think about stopping him. Not when he pushed you onto your back, crawling over you with frantic kisses that never strayed far from your chest. His hips ground into yours unconsciously, cock straining against his sweats as he sucked another bruising mark over your breast.

“Jay,” you gasped, nails raking down his back. “You’re—ngh—you’re b-being rough—”

“I can’t help it,” he admitted in a broken whisper, rutting harder against you. “Feels like—like I’ll die if I don’t touch you here. Need them in my mouth—need them—”

You moaned when he pinched one nipple between shaky fingers, rolling it until your back arched. His mouth stayed sealed around the other, suckling like he wanted to drink you down.

The sounds—wet, obscene, desperate—echoed in your room, mixing with his breathless whines.

“You like it?” he asked suddenly, lifting his head just long enough to pant. His face was flushed, spit trailing down his chin. “Tell me—tell me you like it. Please, l-love, I need to hear it—”

“Yes,” you gasped, voice cracking. “Fuck, yes, Jay, I like it—”

The grin that broke across his face was wild, unsteady. And then he was tugging your bra down completely, shoving it aside so your chest was bare to him. He leaned back just to stare, licking his lips like he was starving.

“They bounce,” he said in awe, almost delirious. He pressed them together with both hands, groaning low in his throat. “So soft. So warm. Oh my god—I wanna fuck them—”

Your brain short-circuited. “Jay—”

“Please—can I?” He was already tugging at his waistband, cock springing free, flushed and leaking. He whimpered when it slapped against your skin, dragging it over your tits clumsily. “Fuck—look—look how good it fits—”

He pressed them around himself, thrusting through the tight squeeze of your cleavage, eyes rolling back. The slide was messy, spit and precum smearing, but he didn’t care.

“God—oh god, baby—” His hands clutched your tits around his cock, grinding faster. “Feels—ah—feels better than my hand—so much better—”

You could only watch, dazed, as his whole nerdy, shy composure crumbled in real time. Jay, who used to blush if you so much as kissed his jaw, was now moaning shamelessly above you, fucking your tits like he’d lose his mind otherwise.

And when he finally came, spilling hot and thick all over your chest, he almost sobbed, collapsing forward to press his face right between your breasts.

“Sorry—sorry—” he mumbled against your skin, still shaking. “B-But I’m not done. I can’t be done. I need more—need them again—need you again—”

You stroked his hair, breathless, trembling as his mouth closed around your nipple again, suckling greedily like nothing had been satisfied.

And from the way his cock was already twitching back to life against your stomach, you knew this was only the beginning.

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Yandere Hyuk x reader. Word count: 6934. Tagging: @shintaru @bfwooin @erisawrites @zyart-jpg @sunariiiiiiin @kuchisabishiiiii @wthphe1n @yuriaxx @pantheonofbeauty @wh0ish4jun @bunnygirlgonewild – ♛

You and Hyuk have been friends for a long time. Ever since you were in elementary, he has glued himself on you, calling himself your friend until you accepted him as one. Maybe, it was your acceptance that made him go crazy, thinking you'd accept being his eventually too.

So, he kept himself close to you. From elementary, to middle, to high school and even after graduation. He never left your side, he never tried to distance himself, he has convinced you that he was your truest friend of all the ones you had. And like naive, desperate thing you were—you believed him.

Maybe, it was because you fear abandonment, maybe because you don't like solitude, maybe because you refuse to see Hyuk in bad light.

For whatever reason you had, he smartly used it to keep pulling you closer and closer. Until you couldn't find the escape anymore.

And you realized it now, today, 17 years after.

Every time you came over to his house—whether for a sleepover, just a talk, movie night or whatever he offered—there was one specific room he never let you in. You could walk around in his house freely, but even so, there was territory that you couldn't cross. According to him, he kept his private things here.

And you never questioned. He's young adult, after all, a man. Mentally still a teenager. And you wanted to respect his privacy, always.

But today, something changed.

He was in his bedroom, changing his clothes so you two could go to playgrounds. He said he wanted to show you some more of his bike tricks. But the door of that banned room was open, for the first time in years.

You knew it was wrong to peek inside, but the curiousity got best of you.

You expected some parts of his bike, his clothes—anything but the proof of his long going obsession.

The entire wall was filled with the pictures of you. You, when you were hanging out with your friends. You, when you were studying. You, when you were eating a banana. You, when you were sleeping with nothing but bra and panties.

Yes, you saw clothes inside. But it wasn't his. It was yours. Your tops, your shorts, your panties—all the clothes that mysteriously disappeared from your house. He has collected them all.

There was computer set up, and your heart fell in your stomach when you saw that you location have been tracked by him all this time. And, now it makes it sense how he always knew where you were, randomly guessed your favorite shops and even showed up to the places you loved to go to.

You didn't know how to process this information. Hyuk has been someone you've trusted all along. But today, that trust has been broken.

Your instincts screamed at you to run and never look back. You didn't even notice how your hands started trembling, feeling the unease settle down in your stomach, making you feel more nauseous than ever. So, you turned around. To run, to make up some excuses, to tell Hyuk that you can't hang out anymore, to go to your home for safety.

But the sight of Hyuk standing at the door, leaning against the doorframe with that little, smug smirk you've grown familiar with, killed the hope you had in your chest. "What are you doing here?" He asked, but his tone was from angry. His lips kept twitching, as if he was happy for God knows why. "I told you, you can't come in this room, didn't I?"

"I..." Your voice was shaky, barely audible. "I think you're the one who should explain things here."

He lowered his head, suspiciously silent. But then, his shoulders started shaking—subtly at first, then violently. His laughter echoed in the room, sending chills down your spine.

You have never seen him like this before. Never saw him as scary. Not until now.

You immediately took steps back when he started walking towards you. His slow, precise steps made your breath hitch, feeling like the control on the situation slipped through your grasp. Or maybe, you never had control over anything to begin with.

Your back suddenly touched the wall, causing you to flinch. Before you could move away, Hyuk closed the distance between you two completely.

Something twisted in him, that fucked up part of him, liked the fear in your eyes, especially when you looked like crying.

His breathing got bit heavier, as if he was holding back from the invisible urge only he could feel. His hand raised up to your eye level, before his knuckles gently brushed against your cheek.

"You're trembling." He said as a matter of fact, like he wasn't the reason behind it. His tone was terrifyingly calm, almost as if he couldn't realize the gravity of the situation.

You, on the other hand, trembled against the wall like the rabbit, who was standing in front of the wolf, feeling like the prey caught by its teeth.

"Hyuk." You managed to find your voice, but it was weaker than you had anticipated, lacking any real punch. "Please, explain...Why do you have these things of me?"

He stared at your face with unbeatable silence, before letting out a deep sigh. "You said you kept losing your stuff, like clothes, so..As a generous friend, I found them—" you didn't need him to finish the sentence to know that he was lying. It's not like he was even trying to hide the mockery behind his words.

"Stop fooling around." You sharply cut him off, surprised by the strength in your voice yourself.

But it wasn't nearly enough to flip the tables. Not at all.

Hyuk leaned closer, his hot breath hitting your skin. You turned your head around to avoid kissing him, but you misjudged where his lips were truly going.

His lips landed on your jaw, landing a soft, almost loving, kiss. He didn't pull away after that, his lips travelled down to your neck, kissing every inch of it like he has been yearning for this moment for so long.

Your heart rhythm quickened up, heat rushed to your cheeks and painted them pink. You instinctively threw your head back to give him more space, soft whine leaving your parted lips.

That's when he stopped, his breathing lingering at your collarbones.

"I love you. That's the truth." He confessed, his forehead leaning down to your shoulder. "I love you so much that it drives me insane. I can't stop watching you, collecting your stuff, looking at you. Heck, I'd gladly give my soul to the devil if it meant I could touch you."

Your breath got stuck in your throat at his confession, more so at his hands sneaking around your waist, his lips landing a kiss on your neck again.

"I'm fucking obsessed with you." His lips widen in sadistic grin against your skin. "Don't act so scared now. You're guilty of enjoying my attention too."

You shook your head, trying to get his lips away from your skin, but he kept glued on you. Tears pricked your your eyes, as your lips weakly parted in response. "You're insane..."

He laughed, genuinely laughed. Like you've told him the most stupidest thing ever, and completely dismissed your worries in an attempt to make this feel right. "No baby, no. I'm just in love with you. It's fine, you'll see the difference soon."

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He giving me that good shit That make me not quit

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[wthphe1n]

OH, BABY, BABY

Hajun x short, coquette reader! If somebody tells me that reader is short like a child, I'mma gonna eat you cuz 160cm is my darn height! And coquette is my fav style. Anyway, I'm craving Hajun.

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Joker—200cm, reader—160cm.

Every time you two hug, you can't even reach his neck enough to wrap your hands around it, so you just wrap your hands his torso, while your face is squished right into his chest.

Amongst the busy street, where everyone was waiting for the winner of LOS race, were you standing closest to the finish line, swallowing nervously while waiting for your boyfriend.

He was here, in the sight, but far away. Still pedaling. Still riding. His hands gripped his drop bars when he reached the flatland and without wasting any more time, he sprinted as fast as he could.

With struggles here and there, he finished first, sweat dripping from his chin as he wipes it with his sleeve.

He looked over the crowd, looking for something—someone. You.

You waved at him to grab his attention, successing as his eyes landed on your figure—dressed up in fluffy white skirt, with cute, pink top hugging your body, shoes matching the pink top, while leg warmers finalized your outfit.

You ran up to him, calling his name enthusiastly. "Hajun!!"

Before he could even take his helmet off, you launched at his chest, wrapping your arms around his torso, happily nuzzling your face in his embrace.

He wrapped his hands around your waist, resting his chin on top of your head, inhaling your scent.

"Congrats on finishing the race first!" You said with a smile, small blush resting on your cheeks.

His lips twitched in, what looks like a smile. He leaned down to rest his forehead against yours, whispering only for you to hear. "Thank you."

Don't even tell me about hand size difference. His completely swallows yours. His entire damn hand can hold both of your hands without much of a problem. And your face? He can hold it in one hand.

"Hajun, look!"

You suddenly get in his lap, sitting comfortably. He shifted under your weight slightly, bringing his legs closer to each other, so you wouldn't fall between them. You raised your hands to his face, holding his cheeks in your palms.

He blinked. Blinked again. Confused by your actions.

"I can hold world in my hands!" You exclaimed with cheeky smile on your face.

Hajun's eyes raised up in realization, small "oh" leaving his lips before his hand gripped both of your cheeks together, squishing you. "And I can hold mine in one hand."

He looovessss resting his chin on your head or, even better (worse)—his arm on top of your head, even if you tell him to don't.

You were in supermarket, eyeing your favorite chips. But you were in crisis, not knowing if you should buy spicy ones or beacon flavor.

Your boyfriend came up behind you, shopping basket hanging from his arm while his second hand put Cola in it.

He saw you—just standing, just thinking. And before he could even realize, he put his arm on your head, then leaning in slightly to see what you were looking at.

You froze at the weight on top of your head, glancing up, tilting your head upwards just to be greeted with the sight of your boyfriend's kissable face.

Your lips curled in disdain as you swing your fist to his stomach, landing a hit. "I told you, I'm not your armrest!!"

Hajun always thought he was chill, you know. Nonchalant, barely expressive, glaring 24/7. but when he sees you in your cute coquette outfits, sometimes he gets cuteness aggression because he mentally cannot understand how can someone be so adorable!

"How do I look?" You asked Hajun, twirling in one place, feeling all neat and cute in your new brown dress and fluffy pink top, your hair done and tied with pink ribbons.

Hajun, however, didn't give you an answer. When you look up to him, he was already in front of you, grabbing your cheeks and biting one of them.

"Huh?? What is this for?!" You hit his chest while he just sucked your entire cheek in his mouth. His hands sneaked around your waist, picking you up in his arms, his right arm pressed against your thighs.

"Hajun!" You protested.

He didn't put you down, noo. He just kissed your jaw, attacking you with affection. There's no way for you to get out of this situation.

You two sometimes tease each other about your fashion styles!

"How do you even move in these short skirts?" He asks.

"And how do you even wear these...tents as your pants?" You questioned.

You love him, really do. But you'd rather die than have him lay on top of you. He basically suffocates you to death!

"Oh you're back already?" You asked your grumpy goliath, while you were laying on the bed. You set your book aside when he walked towards you.

Before you could even react, he plopped down on top of you, letting out a sigh as if the weight on his shoulders, finally got thrown off!

But you know what else got thrown off? You.

"H-Haj—can't...breathe!" You hit his back repeatedly, words barely forming themselves up.

He immediately got off you, laying beside you instead. "I'm sorry.." He whispered, eyes already closed as he drifted to sleep.

But you LOVEEE when you lay on top of him. Just scooped on his chest, his hand stroking your hair or resting on you waist while you sleep>> it feels so safe, so comforting.

People often stare at you two in shock. Two totally opposite people, two different tastes, two different personalities, almost nothing in common—yet, in love, together.

"Honestly, I can't believe you two are dating!" Your friend snorted, sipping from her coffee.

You raised an eyebrow at her in question, blinking slowly.

She continued. "It's just, you two are so different, you know. You're like rey of sunshine, while he's grumpy moonlight!"

You laughed. "Probably because of fashion difference!"

Wearing his clothes are soo comfy but also so funny! His shirts are basically your dresses and they somehow fit you well, despite looking like ridiculous gremlin.

You stared at yourself in the mirror, then your eyes landed on Hajun, then back at your reflection.

His shirt reached your damn knees, managing to cover your thighs even.

You turned to him with a sigh. "How the hell did you even grow so tall?"

Hajun swallowed the apple bite down his throat, opening his mouth in response. "Genetics."

"Damn..." You said and turned to face your reflection again, turning your hips around to get better look at yourself. "At least our kids will have a chance."