grooveology

[grooveology]

The concept of dating Clark Kent who’s also Superman as a Latinx individual and he hears you talk about how hard it is to get your favorite candies and treats you grew up eating as a child because they’re not available anywhere else but the country your family is from so Clark flies over to that country and gets so many of your favorite snacks and sweet treats so you can have a piece of home in the home he made with you.

(Since I spoke about this with @joeloverture & @espressheauxs 😘)

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hiii!! does anyone know who does gif crack ship commissions?

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I love coming out of my break to be angry. It's been a great month. (/sarcastic for those that need it)

Obx fandom, my space on this internet is pretty much adjacent to yours, so I see a lot of content from it... tell me why the hell you guys are romanticising trad wives or trad!rafe or sexist!rafe and in the SAME BREATH calling yourselves feminists... that's fucking coo coo bananas bonkers!!! You're bonkers!!! You have deluded and diluted feminism to fit your harmful fantasies.

Now, look, I'm no saint. I like dark content as much as the next traumatized, depressed woman with multiple additional mental illnesses on the internet; it just tickles that spot in our brains. But there are lines to be drawn, especially when you want to hold labels that are five times too small for you. Babe, you just don't fit them, no matter how hard you try to make it stretch.

Romanticising and glorifying sexism is inherently harmful to those who consume it, whether that's directly or passively scrolling through. By fetishizing it, you are finding pleasure in the societal degradation and suffering of women, not just towards you but towards others. Sexism, racism, transphobia, homophobia, xenophobia, cinophobia, antisemitism, islamophobia, and I'd say several paraphilias all fall under this category: This shit isn't even a dead dove this bitch is NUCLEAR, especially in proximity to feminism. DO NOT APPROACH. Why? Because all it does is harm, hurt, and segregate others socially or mentally. Tell me, what is sexy about your husband speaking about you or other women to his bros in a degrading and non-human manner? What is sexy about perpetuating harmful stereotypes and limiting women to basic roles, whether or not that fulfils them? What's sexy about limiting and repressive traditional roles that women for centuries have been forced into? What's sexy about forcing women to have children they don't want, cooking and cleaning endlessly, while a husband drinks beer on the couch, ignoring her existence? What's sexy about nonconsensual harassment and assault that leaves the affected party traumatised for the rest of their lives? What's sexy about having your man be a redpilled abuser on an alpha male podcast? What's sexy about sexist!Rafe Cameron helping his wife with her eating disorder, saying you're the sweetest when you're delicate and thin and tiny while having a trillion of his babies like the perfect little trad wife he wants? Seriously? That turns you on?

If you answer yes to that last question, fine. Suit yourself. Consume all of the women hating porn and smut you want, that's your perogative (I hold the right to judge you for it, but, still). It just means that by definition, and not the one you try to stretch, you are not a feminist, and you do not want the empowerment, freedom, and equal or fair treatment of women and marginalized groups. Please do some introspective work.

I'll keep reading and writing fdom because I like the opposite and I'm a raging misandrist, but that's just me. (/joking for those that need it)

Like at THE VERY, VERY, VERY!!!! LEAST!!! If you're gonna advertise and write and support this, PLEASE!!! Can you just make it believable that the reader insert enjoys all of this? Key word believable.

Also, the death threats, slurs, etc, are super unnecessary, and you're wasting precious time that could be spent reading about sexist rafe on a podcast or something. Think smarter, not harder!

ps or pps: You can't have your trillions of trad wife babies while severely malnourished. Please, seriously and sincerely this time, take care of yourself. Disordered eating and abuse are not light topics to write quick, sexy blurbs about; they require at the very least care and special attention.

Realistically, those who need to hear this simply won't care. However, this was cathartic for me to write and it was either this or having it bubble up in me to spew out in my next crash out. Tell me which is healthier.

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SQUID GAME : HOW THEY EAT YOU OUT

➛ warnings. — oral sex (f!receiving) ⋆ dirty talk ⋆ MDNI 18+ ➛ jackie's note. — a bit rushed; my apologies ➛ ft. nam-gyu (124) ‧ thanos (230) ‧ dae-ho (388)

NAM-GYU eats you out like it’s a punishment. like you did something to piss him off, and this is the (glorious) consequence—laid out beneath him, thighs hooked over his shoulders, his mouth hot and unrelenting against you. he doesn’t ease you into it. no teasing, no soft kisses, just his tongue swiping up your slit in one broad, wet stroke before his lips latch onto your clit. sucks hard enough to make you gasp, hands scrambling against the sheets. he smirks into you, barely giving you a second before diving back in, his fingers spreading you open wider so he can work his tongue deeper.

he’s messy with it, too. obscene, really. making sure you hear every wet, lewd sound as he devours you. when he pulls back for air, his mouth is slick, spit and arousal smeared all over his chin. “fuckin’ dripping,” he mutters, more to himself than you, “so easy.” his fingers dig into your thighs, keeping you from squirming away. “stay still,” he orders, and when you don’t immediately obey, he presses a hand down on your lower stomach, pinning you in place. “didn’t say i was done, did i?”

and then he’s back on you, lapping at your clit, the cold metal of his ring grazing your skin as he presses two fingers inside, stretching you out without warning. the contrast—the warmth of his tongue, the ice of his ring—makes you shudder, a broken whimper slipping past your lips. he groans at that, greedy. fuck, he loves the way you sound. “knew you’d like that,” he taunts, fucking his fingers into you faster, mouth working in tandem.

his free hand moves, sliding up your body, and then he’s pressing those same cold fingers against your lips, smearing your own slick over them. “open,” nam-gyu orders. when you hesitate, he grips your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. his pupils are blown, his expression somewhere between cruel and wonder. “be good. taste yourself.” you part your lips, and he pushes two fingers inside, pressing down on your tongue. “good girl,” he drawls, before lowering his head again, tongue curling over your clit in quick, ruthless flicks. your moan is muffled around his fingers, eyes rolling back as heat pools low in your belly.

he can feel it inthe way your thighs tremble. he chuckles against you, low and mean. “gonna cum for me, baby?” he goads, curling his fingers for emphasis. “go on, then. make a mess.” and when you do, legs trembling, the moan breaking into a choked sob, nam-gyu doesn’t stop. just groans into you, drinking in every last drop, lips and chin wet with it. when he finally pulls away, he wipes his mouth on the back of his hand, grinning wolfishly down at you. “fuck… look what you made me do,” he muses, glancing down at the dark spot on his jeans. then he leans in, presses a languid, filthy kiss to your mouth, making sure you taste yourself on his tongue. “hope you’re gonna clean that up.”

CHOI SU-BONG eats you out like it’s his favourite pastime (apart from partying and taking drugs… or both) he’s got you spread out on the thin mattress, legs draped over his shoulders, knees shaking, and he’s barely even started. presses an open-mouthed kiss against the inside of your thigh, then another, dragging his tongue along your skin just to hear that little sigh escape your lips. “what, you nervous?” he taunts, looking up at you with that smug little smirk. “c’mon, señorita, i don’t bite—” his teeth scrape ever so lightly at the soft flesh. “—unless you want me to.”

and then he’s in, burying his face between your thighs like a man starved, tongue flicking against your clit before dragging down, teasing at your entrance, humming like he’s savouring the taste. and fuck, that little hum alone sends a jolt through you. he’s talking between licks, of course he is, lips slick and breath warm against your skin. “mhmm so good, fuck— could eat you for days.” then he moans, a low, satisfied sound as his tongue plunges deeper, and the vibrations make your whole body jerk. he’s insufferable, but he’s so good at it. alternates between deep, slow strokes of his tongue and quick flicks over your clit, gauging your every reaction. “that’s it, baby,” he murmurs, voice thick with amusement. “feels good, huh?”

you nod, or try to, but he’s already got a hand braced against your stomach, pressing you down, keeping you from arching up too much. su-bong looks up at you again, pupils blown open, mouth shining. “say it,” he drawls, before sucking your clit between his lips, tongue laving over it like he’s savouring something decadent. your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging, and he groans against you, rutting his hips against the mattress. “fuck, you’re killing me,” he pants, but he’s grinning, breathless and wrecked. “gonna let me make you come, baby? bet you’ll look so pretty for me.”

he doesn’t stop talking, doesn’t stop licking, doesn’t stop anything until you’re shuddering beneath him, crying out as he works you through it, murmuring praises against your skin because he simply can’t help himself. and when you finally go limp, chest heaving, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, grinning. “damn,” he exhales, crawling up to kiss you, slow and filthy, making you taste yourself on his tongue. “wanna go again?”

KANG DAE-HO eats you out like he’s got something to prove—not in an arrogant show-off way, but in that eager, wide-eyed, desperate-to-make-you-feel-good way. his big hands are warm, gripping your thighs as he presses tender, open-mouthed kisses up the inside of them, he’s savouring you, like he could do this all night and still not get enough. and when he finally buries his face between your legs, he lets out this quiet, needy moan, his breath stuttering against your skin.

eyes flicking up to meet yours. he’s got that lovesick look on his face, cheeks flushed, lips wet. “is this okay?” when you nod, breathless, he smiles—sweet and a little bashful—and then he’s back at it, tongue flicking over your clit in careful, deliberate strokes, humming softly. he can’t stop making little noises, soft groans and breathy whimpers, like he’s the one getting worked up from this. his grip on your thighs tightens every time you let out a sound, and fuck, when your fingers tangle in his hair and tug—just a little—he practically whines against you, grinding himself into the mattress, he simply can’t help it.

“so good,” voice muffled as he presses his tongue inside, slow and deep. “so fuckin’ good, baby…” he pulls back just to glance up at you again, lips glossy, panting a little. “you—hah—you taste…” he trails off, shaking his head like words aren’t enough. and then he’s right back at it, sucking your clit into his mouth, moaning low in his throat when you buck up against him. thick fingers slide into you next, careful, coaxing, curling just right, and the sound he makes when you tighten around him— “please, wanna feel it—wanna taste you so bad—” he pants, pressing kisses to your thigh between kitten licks, fingers never stopping. and when you do—when you arch off the bed, thighs shaking—dae-ho just groans, holding you through it, whispering sweet praises between kisses, licking you through every aftershock. when he finally pulls away, cheeks flushed, he just grins boyishly up at you. “holy shit,” his voice thick with awe. “can we do that again?”

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[grooveology]

Advantage, Duncan.

pairing: stanford!tashi duncan x fem!reader

summary: tashi duncan doesn’t get on her knees for anyone, but she did for you. after that night she knew there wasn’t a chance in hell she’d let you slip away from her.

—or: tashi needs you to understand that she doesn't give a fuck about patrick.

word count: 2.7k

contains: 18+ SMUT MDNI, girl kissing, oral (fem!receiving), fingering (only barely but fem!receiving), somewhat public sex (in a locker room lmao), cheating but not really, love confessions kind of, lowkey manipulative!tashi but barely, patrick getting shit on like always, porn with a dash of plot, no use of y/n.

author’s note: back on my wlw cheater bullshit! so glad to be here! i centered this whole fic around a locker room sex scene. it just sort of spiraled into this cause you know i love being messy. once again no one requested this i'm being selfish lmao but i need more tashi fics on my masterlist! hope you love it! okay bye mwah xoxo.

Tashi’s sneakers squeak quietly as she makes her way back to the locker room. Sweat drying on her brow and adrenaline still buzzing in her veins despite the match being over. It was an easy win, Northridge had been slipping down the ranks the longer the season went on and the girl had a shit backhand.

The first thing Tashi did after shaking hands and posing for pictures was text you. She left the locker room door cracked open for you. The thought of you sitting there alone waiting patiently for her behind that door made her almost giddy enough to skip the rest of the way down the hall.

This was something like a tradition for you guys now, meeting in the locker room after her matches. Something that started a little after the two of you met a couple months ago. It was the last tournament she had before the fall semester started. The court was owned by some snobby Northern California country club that your dad happened to be president of. He stuck you in the ball crew for the summer so he could watch you keep you busy and make sure you stayed out of trouble, joke's on him. 

You were the first thing she noticed the second she stepped on the court, but how could she not? You in your cute flowy linen shorts and matching white top. A light blue visor strapped to your head. Tashi immediately got why guys have that primal, desperate urge to impress pretty girls they just met. She showed off more in that match than she had in a long time, running the girl on the other end of the court ragged.

Tashi wanted you to notice her, to see how dominating she was, to be impressed by her. Every time she hit a perfect shot, her eyes would dart to you, checking if you were watching, and you were. 

You were practically gawking at her, eyes all wide and admiring as your head snapped back and forth with every smack of the ball. 

It was perfect, you were gravitating towards her more with every new set exactly like she wanted you to. By the time she won you were watching her with stars in your eyes, gaze trailing after her every move like you were a sunflower and she was the sun. And even though lots of people have looked at her that way, you were the only one she looked back at. It made Tashi’s skin buzz with something she’d never felt outside of tennis. 

She was swept away for pictures and press before she could talk to you, but there was a party later that night thrown in honor of the players at the club's banquet hall. Tashi was standing at the bar when you slid up next to her, introducing yourself with adoration swirling in your eyes and a shy smile on your glossy lips. Tashi let herself smile right back as she shook your hand for a little longer than normal.

Two hours later and she had you in one of the hall’s many bathrooms with your Dior dress hiked up around your hips and her tongue on your pussy. She can still remember every detail of that moment. The fruity notes of your perfume, the way you tasted, how sweetly you moaned her name with your voice so breathy and desperate.

Tashi Duncan doesn’t get on her knees for anyone, but she did for you. After that night she knew there wasn’t a chance in hell she’d let you slip away from her.

Now, as she pushed open the locker room door and saw you sitting on the long bench in the center of the room, just like always, she felt a surge of possessiveness and longing. The sight of you waiting for her, so patient and devoted, made something dangerously close to love burn hot in her chest.

“Took you long enough,” you tease, standing up to greet her. You’re wearing one of her shirts, DUNCANATOR stretched across your chest in blocky red letters.

She dropped her bag at her feet, quickly crossing the room until she was close enough to pull you into a tight hug, burying her face in your neck. She was still sweaty but you didn’t care, arms coming up to wrap around her shoulders.

“I missed you,” she murmured, her voice a little too intense, her grip a little too tight. 

You laugh, your hands giving her shoulders a tiny squeeze. “It’s only been like an hour, Tash.” 

An hour felt like a whole year to her at this point. Tashi hated being away from you, hated not knowing what you were doing, who you were with, what you were thinking. She wanted to be the center of your world, just like you were so quickly becoming the center of hers. Steadily elbowing tennis inch by inch just to try and make enough room in her heart for something else. 

Tashi pulled away from you, taking a second to scan her eyes over your face. You were so beautiful, so perfect and sweet for her. She raised her hand to cup the side of your face, thumb swiping across the skin of your cheekbone a few times. You were flushed from sitting out in the sun, skin warm and soft to the touch.

She leans in without thinking, pressing her lips against yours. You taste like coconut lip balm and Pepsi. Tashi’s hand tightens its hold on your waist, pulling you in impossibly closer. She felt you sigh contently against her lips, lazily kissing back as easy as anything. Tashi felt like if she focused hard enough, that she could feel your heartbeat pounding where your chest met hers.

She swipes her tongue across your bottom lip, her hands making their way down to the small of your back to slip her fingertips under the waistband of your shorts. Your lips parted the slightest bit before you were pulling away with a small whine, pushing off her shoulders to create distance between the two of you. Tashi let her hands fall from your body as you take a small step backwards, immediately missing the warmth you took with you.

She was confused by the sudden shift in your mood until she saw the look on your face. The absolute picture of guilt, your brows furrowed enough to make a tiny crease in the middle of your forehead with your lip drawn between your teeth. Your eyes are droopy and sad as you wearily gaze at her from a few feet away. Tashi suppresses the overwhelming urge to sigh, brow raised as she stares back at you, waiting.

“I…” you trail off, wrapping your arms around yourself slowly. “I actually needed to talk to you, Tashi.”

‘Here we go.’ She thinks dryly, internally rolling her eyes. She can already tell she’s going to have to talk you down, again. She really should have expected this, you bringing up Patrick, you’ve done it enough times to be a trend. It’s been so long since the last time you said anything she was hoping you finally dropped it, apparently not.

Tashi doesn’t respond right away, just tilting her head slightly as she watches you. You shuffle uncomfortably in place, your eyes looking anywhere but her. She can see you take a steadying breath, trying to hype yourself up before you speak again.

“This is wrong,” Your voice is unconvincing, meek and soft. Tashi would laugh if she didn’t want to hurt your feelings. “What we’re doing, it’s wrong. It’s not fair to poor Patrick.”

It’s almost funny, how genuine you're being, how bad you truly feel for Patrick.

Poor, poor Patrick. Yeah fucking right. 

‘Poor Patrick’ is on tour right now probably sticking his dick in anyone that’ll let him. He’s nothing. A momentary lapse in judgment when you and Tashi went a few weeks without talking. She was hurt and vulnerable, two things she’s not used to feeling. She needed to feel in control of something again to stop her from going crazy, Patrick was easy enough.

When the two of you started talking again, she shut that shit down immediately. She was reminded of what a monumental waste of time Patrick is and pushed him to the furthest, most unimportant corner of her brain. She didn’t need him anymore, not when she had you again.

Tashi finally lets out a small sigh, more out of impatience than exasperation. She steps closer, her gaze hardening. "You really think he cares?" Her voice is low, controlled, but there's an edge to it. "Patrick doesn't need your pity. He's fine. He always is."

Your eyes widen at her words, the guilt on your face deepening. "But—"

“No.” Tashi cuts you off sharply, jaw set stubbornly. “Listen to me, Patrick is nothing. He’s just dick. He’ll never be more than just dick.” She takes another step towards you, closing the gap you made. “He doesn’t care about us, about this.” She motions between the two of you, her voice raising slightly as she speaks.

You swallow hard, arms tightening around yourself defensively as you stare at her with watery eyes. 

Tashi's whole demeanor softens, the anger draining from her body at the hurt look on your face. She would never speak to you like that, it’s just Patrick that really pisses her off. He’s not even here and he’s still managing to fuck with her. She steps even closer, her hand reaching out to gently lift your chin, forcing you to look at her. 

Your name falls from her lips, warm and wrapped in velvet, her thumb traces along your bottom lip slowly. "We have something real," she whispers fiercely, grip tightening on your chin just a fraction. "Something he could never understand. Don't let him ruin that. Don't let him ruin us."

You nod slowly, eyes big and shiny with unshed tears. It’s not good enough, Tashi can tell that you’re still apprehensive. You’re still worried, still guilty even with her reassurance. She can’t have that. If she doesn’t get you to drop this, you’ll let it consume you enough to try something stupid, like leaving her. Tashi refuses to let that even be an option.

If she can’t convince you with words, she can convince you through her actions. 

Tashi needs to drive home the point that sparing Patrick’s feelings isn’t something you need to be worried about, clearly tough love isn’t going to work on you. If she has to get on her knees to help make you understand, then she will.

She leans in slowly, pressing a small kiss to the corner of your mouth. Your breath catches slightly, held for only a second before you finally relax. Not completely, just enough for her to feel it. She keeps going, dragging kisses from your cheek up to your ear.

“Patrick is nothing compared to you.” she whispers directly into your ear, dropping your chin to start sliding her hand slowly down your front. “You’re so much better than him,” her hand stops at the hem of your shorts, tugging the button open with one sharp yank. You gasp sharply, hand flying up to grip her bicep tightly. Your eyes flick to the door, open and unlocked, but you’re not pushing her away, not trying to stop her. 

Tashi leans down, trailing kissing across the soft skin of your throat. “You’re everything.” She slips her hand into your shorts and down the front of your soft panties, her fingertips barely graze the slick skin of your pussy before you’re moaning.

“Fuck.” your hand squeezes her arm tighter, nails digging little crescent moons into her skin as she slides her index finger through the wetness gathering at your entrance. 

You’re so wet, completely drenching her hand in seconds. She teases you, barely pushing her finger past your tight hole as she licks a dirty stripe up the center of your throat. You whine, a desperate, too loud noise that bounces off the walls. Slowly, she breaches your entrance, sinking her finger up to the knuckle in the tight warmth of your pussy.

She watches you, takes in the needy look on your pretty face. So worked up for a single finger, so desperate for it that your hips cant down to get her deeper inside you. The wet squelch of her finger thrusting in and out of you sounds even dirtier, amplified by the room's echo. 

“You’re so beautiful.” Her tone is soft but final, like she’s stating a fact. She stares at you as she fucks her finger faster in and out of your fluttering pussy, gaze intense and unwavering. You stare back like a deer in headlights, silent except for the sharp pants falling from your slick, parted lips. That’s okay, you don’t need to do any of the talking anyway.

Tashi nips at the sensitive skin of your collarbone once before she’s dropping to her knees on the cold concrete. Her greedy hands gripping the waistband of your shorts and yanking them down your legs roughly, your lilac panties quickly follow. You gasp sharply, the cool air of the room hitting your bare pussy. “Tash-” 

Tashi cuts you off, leaning forward to slip your clit between her lips. You throw your head back, your loud moan echoing through the room. She swirls her tongue over the sensitive skin of your clit, exactly how you like it. You’re already so worked up, she knows this won’t take long.

Her mouth works you over expertly, licking and sucking and mouthing hungrily at your dripping pussy. She teases the tip of her tongue along your clenching hole, so desperate to be filled by the strap sitting in a old box on the highest shelf of her closet. Her thighs clench at the thought, you bouncing on her dick, wrecked and spent on the sheets of her bed. She pushes the idea to the back of her mind, you always have later for that. Right now, she’s focused on making you come on her tongue. 

Tashi can tell you’re getting close. Your breathing changes, gets heavier, even more little moans and whines falling from your lips each time her nose presses against your clit just right. Your fingers slide into her hair as you start to roll your hips, chasing her mouth. 

“God, Tashi–!” Your thighs shake on either side of her head, hands twisting her hair in your grip roughly. “Shit, yes–fuck! I’m gonna come–” Your hips start to grind against her tongue even faster as you got closer to the edge.

Tashi lets you use her face to get off, her hands sliding up and down the side of your thighs soothingly as you come. She works you through your orgasm, her tongue sliding along your sensitive skin until you’re physically pulling her away.

Tashi presses one last kiss to your hip before she stands, pulling your shorts and panties back up your legs as she does. You’re still trying to catch your breath, leaning up against the lockers as she buttons your zipper for you. Your face is flushed and sweaty, your eyes are glossed over and hazy. She smiles, giving you a soft kiss with your release still coating her lips and tongue. You kiss back regardless, slow and sweet like molasses. 

Tashi pulls away first, giving your cheek a quick tap before stepping away to pick up her bag up off the floor. “Come on,” she offers you her hand, nodding her head towards the door. “Let’s go get frozen yogurt.” 

You smile, making your way across the room to slide your hand into hers. Tashi goes to push the door open, but you stay in place, tugging her hand back. When she turns to face you, there’s a look on your face she hasn’t seen before. “You’re everything too.” 

Your tone is so sincere, so genuine that she feels her heart grow three sizes. Your eyes sparkle as you stare at her like she’s a God. It’s exactly what she wanted. She smiles, giving your hand a hard squeeze and finally dragging you out of the locker room.

Duncan: Game, Set, Match.

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[grooveology]

PUT 'EM IN MY MOUTH. PLEASE?

★ patrick zweig x reader !

sex with your fingers in his mouth.

cw: unprotected sex, established relationship, university!patrick, fingermouthing, sub!patrick, praise kink, fem!reader, tennisplayer!reader, swearing, dumbification (well… sorta kinda!)

patrick loves your fingers. on the court, you’d stick your middle up with a smile when he’d loudly critique your serve, and that made him oh, so hungry.

“pat… you were being so needy today, weren’t you?” you teased, squeezing his thick cock as you spoke. he nodded, staring at your body perversely with no shame.. "i was… i…” he stammered, reaching up to grab onto your hips as you lowered yourself onto his drooling cock. 

“so—so wet, mama,” he groaned, feeling the tip of his cock pushing into your tight entrance. he loved this—whatever it was. fucking every day after classes becoming a regular thing for you two. today was like any other.

you sunk onto him perfectly, slick cunt swallowing his swollen length as you cooed to him in his dazed state. he moaned loudly, feeling his cock being squeezed and caressed by your tight walls, making him tremble from the mere feeling. "oh… fuck… you're so tight, so perfect," he praised, his hands gripping your hips firmly as he starts to thrust upwards, filling you. 

you slowly snaked your fingers up his chest, stopping just under his mouth before he opened it immediately for you to stick them in. 

he closed his eyes and lovingly sucked on your fingers, tasting you while moaning in pleasure. “could tell you need this, hm, pat?” his poor cock twitched deep in your walls as he bucked his hips up into you. he looked up at you, eyes full of pure desperation as you pushed your fingers deeper into his mouth. “needed this so bad.”

“that’s good. you deserve it, pat.”

he groaned as he felt his cock being buried deeper into you, your long fingers being pushed farther into his mouth, you making him experience waves of overwhelming pleasure. "mhm… fuck… that's so good…" his muffled moans were beautiful, hips thrusting faster as his cock twitches in excitement. the way you’d scissor his tongue between your fingers and grind your hips at just the right angle pushed him over the edge.

“bet you wanna cum… been holdin’ off, need to let go,” you pushed your digits deeper into his mouth, reaching his throat as his eyes threatened to squeeze shut, but he couldn’t miss this. the view of you—so god-like on top of him, boobs bouncing as you fucked yourself on him, fingers drawing back and forth in his throat—made his dick twitch one last time. you’re too much.  

he looked up at you, his eyes needy, running over your body.. "that’s it, give it to me, pat," you nodded as he pumped deeper into you, rubbing your swollen clit with one hand as the other swirled around his tongue.

at your disgusting words, he felt his climax building inside him, his balls tightening and his cock throbbing deep inside your velvety walls. "cummin!" he groaned, his thrusts becoming more urgent and desperate as he felt himself reaching the edge. "f-fuck!"

he let out a loud moan as he felt himself releasing inside you, filling you with his hot, thick cum. "s-so good…" he panted, his hips still thrusting as he rode out his orgasm. "you're so fucking good…”

your roommate found you two passed out, his arms wrapped around you as you slept soundly. 

hot damn, you were addictive.

[grooveology]

Hi!! Could you please write a smut thing for either reader x min su or reader x dae ho (either is fine you can pick) about them being a virgin and reader is experienced? Thank you!!

YES IVE BEEN WANTING TO WRITE THIS REQUEST FOR A MINUTE BUT IM JUST NOW GETTING THE MOTIVATION!!

Nice and Easy (Player 388/Kang Dae-ho X F!Reader SMUT)

warning: smut | NOT PROOFREAD | lowercase intended | virginity loss | f!dom | oral (m! receiving) | handjob | praise | PiV | protection not implied | this is my interpretation of this character, please be respectful even if my opinion on the character differs from your own

character: kang dae-ho (player 388)

A/N: sub! dae-ho will never get old, i need him so badly it’s not even funny

MDNI! 18+ content beneath the cut, reader’s discretion is advised

for a virgin, dae-ho certainly did know how to use his mouth.

you knew it would take some time for him to want to lose his virginity, so you relished the moments where he would come up behind you and plant little kisses all over your neck. they weren’t sensual in nature, just cute little pecks that left you wanting more— and it drove you wild all the same.

on this particular occasion though, he seemed a bit more eager in his kisses. one thing led to another, then you guys had migrated to the couch. you were sat on his lap while he ran his hands through your hair, the kisses growing sloppier in desperation.

he was hungry, and you knew just what he was hungry for.

“y’ think you’re ready now, hun?” you whisper as he latched onto your neck, leaving hickeys in his wake— one could only assume.

a muffled ‘mm-hmm’ was heard as you felt his tongue run over your skin, as though to soothe where he had just been sucking. you tangle your fingers in his hair and bring his head from your neck; a needy whine leaving his throat.

“i’m gonna need to hear your words, love.” your voice was silky smooth on his ears, he leaned into your hand now resting on his cheek as he gave you those eyes.

those eyes that made your pussy clench.

you needed him so badly, and he clearly needed you. you could certainly feel all of that need grow where you sat; pressing against his sweatpants so hard you were sure the fabric would tear.

“please, baby.” he begged, rolling his hips up into your own involuntarily. a light moan left your lips before you held him down, chuckling.

“alright, alright. if you want it so badly, i’ll give it to you.” you giggled, standing from your seat.

“what are you.. doing?” he asked as you gently nudged his legs apart, smiling at the tent in his pants. you looked up at him in a way that made him avert his gaze in embarrassment.

so cute. god, you thought he was the cutest thing.

“i’m gonna get you ready for me.. if you’re okay with that.” you asked, you know he said he was ready but you needed to he sure.

when you got the okay, a gasp was next to come out from his mouth as your hand found it’s way beneath the waistband of his pants to bring out his now hard cock.

“you’re so adorable, you know that?” you chuckled once again, his avoidance of your gaze was indeed just that. he flicked a glare down at you, and you let out an airy “sorry, sorry.” before running your hand slowly up and down his dick.

“h-holy… holy sh-shit..” he stammered, eyes squeezed shut as he bit his lip shortly thereafter; quick exhales could be heard as you jerked him off nice and gentle.

the sound he made when you ran your thumb across the tip just about made you lose it, but nevertheless you persisted with a soft pace. you knew he had jacked off before, but you also knew that from experience— receiving a handjob from someone else was worlds different from touching yourself.

“ya’ like that?” you asked, earning another angelic moan from dae-ho. “oh yeah, oh god yes. i like it when you touch me like tha— shit.”

you could feel poor dae-ho tense up beneath your touch, his chest rising and falling at a more irregular rate as you sped your pace up slightly, before…

“why’d you stop?” he asked, panting as you brought your hand away. you didn’t have time to answer any questions though, you wanted to give him even more.. and he was absolutely not ready for what you were going to do to him next.

“ahh, fuck!” he squealed, a hand rushing to your head at the speed of light as your lips latched onto his dick. you looked up at him as you took all of him inside your mouth, and once again he avoided your eyes. a light pink dusted his cheeks, and his hair was all disheveled. in your opinion he had never looked hotter, which only made you suck him in a quick succession.

“oh f-fuck, oh fuck! your mouth feels so good..” his head fell back as you bobbed up and down on his now twitching cock, his fingers locked in your hair as if you had any intention on moving. it drove him extra crazy when you let out a gag as his dick hit the back of your throat.

“oh my god. oh my god, do that again. please, do that again.” he was behaving so needy, how could you not give your sweet boy what he wanted? each time you gagged on his cock, his moans would only make you want to take him deeper inside your mouth.

“ah…mmh, fuck me.. oh, shit.. i think ‘m gonna…” his speech was becoming less coherent by the moment, and again you knew you had to cut things short.

he whined pathetically as you managed to lift yourself head from his dick, but his disappointment was short-lived when he realized what it was you’d be giving him next.

“please tell me you’re doing what i think you’re doing.” his tone tired, yet hopeful. you nodded as you pulled your panties to the side, positioning yourself over his dick. “oh fuck, just do it, i can’t take it..”

you smirked at his desperation, it was the driving force of your horniness. you felt a bit bad for teasing him, but you knew that the end game would be worth it all.

you both moaned in tandem as you sank onto his cock, his hand grasping at you like as if you were going anywhere. you clenched around his size so hard, you would have assumed you were the virgin here.

“oh my god, oh my god. ohh, you feel so g— ah!” he was cut off by your sudden start at riding him.

clapping sounds filled your living room as you rode his dick something fierce, one could have assumed you were trying to take it off with how aggressively you were going.

his moans almost drowned out the sounds of sex, and that of course— only made you want to fuck him harder.

“fuck me! fuuck me, ah! oh, my god.. your pussy— your pussy feels so good…” you wondered how he was even getting words out at all at this rate, he looked completely fucked out as your bodies collided.

you were both echoing eachother’s moans as you soaked in the feeling of his dick filling up your insides. but soon enough, you were met with a familiar warm sensation as dae-ho tensed up.

“oh god, oh god, oh god. i’m cumming, i’m— fuck.” he gasped, as your pace slowed down, coming to a stop as you felt poor dae-ho shake beneath you. his chest rising and falling in quick succession as you pried yourself off of his dick. readjusting your panties, you flopped down beside him; quickly he laid his head on your shoulder. you both simply sat in the silence for a moment, just taking in what had just transpired.

“thank you.” he gasped, looking up at you with those eyes again. you laid a kiss on dae-ho’s forehead, smiling down at him.

“no, thank you. that was incredible.” you sighed, rubbing his head as he nuzzled in.

“it really was. i’m so glad i could be good for you.” he mumbled, wrapping an arm around you, as if he needed to make any effort to keep you where you were.

he was definitely right about that, too.

the sex really was incredible.

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not me conveniently posting in time for squid game’s popularity resurgence. I MISSED WRITING BUT LIFE STUFF HAS TAKEN PRIORITY.

thank you so much anon for the request, it was fun to write for dae-ho again.

any and all constructive criticism/advice on how to improve my writing is appreciated and requested! thank you so much for reading and have a fantastic night/day lovelies 💋

🏷️: @gongyoosgf @namsgyu

[grooveology]

mind control

hwang jun ho x f!plussize!reader

based off of this request here

warnings: minors do not interact! smut! 18+ sub!jun ho. dom!reader. praise praise praise! reader is implied/intended to be plus size here but anyone can read.

you hover over jun ho, your thighs caging his hips as you pin him to the bed, the faint hum of the city of seoul is swallowed by the heavy silence of the room.

your man's lean, muscled frame trembles beneath you, a stark contrast to the unyielding resolve he carries through his police work.

in bed, he is not the sharp-eyed cop chasing answers...he’s yours, stripped bare of control, his dark hair clinging to his sweat-slicked forehead.

the dim glow of a single lamp casts shadows across his flushed cheeks, his lips parted as he struggles to catch his breath. you can feel the heat radiating off him, the way his chest heaves with every slow, deliberate roll of your hips.

“look at you,” you murmur, voice dripping with authority, leaning down until your breath ghosts over his ear.

“so helpless. so completely mine.”

your nails rake lightly down his shoulders, leaving faint red trails as you ride him, your pace maddeningly slow, keeping him dangling on the edge of release.

a choked whimper escapes him, soft and needy, as he grabs your thick thighs and it sends a thrill through you, knowing you’ve reduced him to this...a man who once faced death without flinching, now unraveling under your touch.

“say it,”

you command, voice cutting through the haze of his desperation.

you slow your movements even further, hips barely rocking, and he squirms beneath you, thighs tensing as he fights to please you.

“tell me who’s in control here.”

jun ho’s eyes flutter open, dark and glassy, pupils blown wide with lust. hwang's adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, throat dry from panting.

“you,” he manages, voice rough and trembling, like he’s surrendering something sacred.

“you’re in control, y/n. all of it...it’s you!”

“that’s right,”

you purr, a wicked smile curling your lips as you reward him, picking up your rhythm until the wet sounds of your bodies fill the air.

your hands slide down his arms, finding his wrists and pinning them above his head with a strength that makes him groan. he doesn’t resist...doesn’t even try.

he’s submissive tonight in a way you’ve never seen before, and it’s intoxicating. jun-ho's head tips back into the pillow, exposing the taut line of his neck, and you can’t resist leaning down to drag your tongue along it, tasting the salt of his skin.

“tell me how good i am,” you say, your tone sharp and unyielding, a queen demanding tribute as your pussy clenches around his cock.

you do that deliberately, drawing a ragged moan from his throat, and his hips buck involuntarily, chasing the pleasure you’re doling out so sparingly.

“go on, jun ho. i want to hear it.”

he’s a mess now, words tumbling out in a rush as he fights to obey.

“you’re incredible, y/n,” he gasps, voice breaking on your name.

“so fucking beautiful.. perfect. I can’t.. god, i can’t think straight with you. you’re everything.”

junho's praise is raw, unpolished, spilling from him like a confession, and you drink it in, reveling in the power you hold over him.

your husband's eyes stay locked on yours, wide and reverent, like you’re a goddess he’s worshiping with every breath.

you shift your angle, grinding down harder, and his whole body jolts, a strangled cry tearing from him as you hit that ankle with the perfect clench that makes him see stars.

“is this good?” you ask, voice low and teasing, your lips brushing his jaw as you keep him pinned, helpless beneath you.

“do i make you feel good, jun ho?”

“yes,” he chokes out, the word barely audible through the haze of pleasure clouding his mind.

“yes, y/n..so good! please.. fuck, please don’t stop.”

jun-ho's desperation is palpable, his hips straining against you as he fights to keep up, to give you what you want. the police officer's hands flex under your grip, fingers twitching like he’s dying to touch you, to pull you closer, but you don’t let him.

not yet.

“you’re mine,” you whisper, leaning down until your forehead rests against his, your breaths mingling as you ride him faster, the heat between you building to a fever pitch.

“say it again. tell me who owns you.”

“you do,” he moans, voice cracking as he teeters on the edge, his body trembling beneath you.

“y/n, you own me...every part of me. i’m yours.”

the words are frantic, fervent, and you feel the shift as he fully gives in, letting you take every ounce of control. his praise keeps coming, unbidden now, pleads of “you’re so fucking good” and “i need you” spilling from his lips as he loses himself in you.

you smirk, tightening your hold on his wrists as you push him further, your hips relentless now, chasing the fire igniting in your core.

“good boy,” you murmur, and he shudders at the praise, his moans growing louder, more broken.

the room is thick with the scent of sweat and sex, the sound of his submission fueling you as you drive him toward the brink.

he’s yours, especially in his mind, and soul. you’ve got your man right where you want him, under your spell, and in between your legs.

masterlist

[grooveology]

is this a safe space? bc i kind of wanna talk about how i get a lot of recommended reader fics but then i see a visual like this and immediately get turned off.

and like this conversation about centering certain beauty standards with readers isn't new. it's been happening since forever. but i've noticed some uptick once i started looking for stuff in challengers.

the centering of whiteness with fanfiction in general is an issue that me and other non-white people had discussed at length for years. and part of me just wants to say that we should strive to be more inclusive. like there should be no reason for specifying non-white readers, especially black ones, and for us to have our own separate category because some writers can't fathom that non-white readers exist. hell, even in terms of body weight, ability, hair or no hair, GENDER.

i'm not innocent either. it's an easy trap to fall into if you're writing something x reader and you're using yourself as a stand in for the reader. and i'm not here to criticize or shame. i just wanna propose being more inclusive. and that starts with using less images of faceless white girls from pinterest.

maybe it's selfish of me to ask this. but i've been reading fanfiction on the internet for over 10 years. and i can definitely say as a non-white girl, fanfiction did contribute to my insecurities as a non-white person, in feeling insecure in my appearance. nothing has changed it seems.

[grooveology]

ᥫ᭡. PEGGING THEM ᥫ᭡.

ᢉ𐭩 ft. hwang in-ho/player 001/the frontman, seong gi-hun/player 456, thanos/choi su-bong/player 230, kang dae-ho/player 388, nam-gyu/player 124

ᢉ𐭩 cw: nsfw, men getting FUCKED IN THE ASS, fem!reader. mdni

ᢉ𐭩 tags: @inholover4l

ᢉ𐭩 a/n: idc.. butt sluts. i would talk about scissoring squidgame boypussy 2 but idk if the world is ready 4 that.. anywho enjoy!! :3

HWANG IN-HO/PLAYER 001/FRONTMAN

-you're the one that has to introduce it to him. otherwise, in-ho wouldn’t have even remotely thought of the act—he’s the one who likes to call the shots, after all. pegging him would mean handing off a large portion of control to you, a very foreign concept to him that just doesn’t sit right with him… at first, anyway.

-you probably have to keep bringing it up, maybe even beg a little to get him to consider going through with it. trying to convince him is the equivalent of trying to beckon a stray cat over to you: just when you think it’s interested, it turns its back right to you.

-it gets to a point where you start to feel hopeless. maybe pegging him just wasn’t written in the stars… until he gifts you a strap-on. it wasn’t uncommon for him to bring you presents every time he’d return home, but you didn’t think he’d actually come around to the suggestion!

-“I figured this would make you happy,” in-ho would tell you, shameless about his purchase as he’d brush his lips against your temple whilst you gawked at the item in your hold, a hand already beginning to travel towards your inner thighs. “Let’s put it to good use, hm?”

-with lube applied to the dildo and his asshole, in-ho soon found himself laying on his back with your hands on his smooth yet firm thighs, spreading them apart to reveal his half-hardened cock and rear. it was an unfamiliar feeling for the two of you, with him playing the part of the submissive partner and you the dominant one when it was typically the other way around.

-“Don’t get too ahead of yourself,” he’d warn. it was an unspoken concern���be careful. it’s my first time; i might not like it… it was almost funny how his demanding nature didn’t even flicker in his defenseless position.

-aligning the tip of the faux cock against his hole, you could hear in-ho give a sharp intake of air, his abdomen muscles tensing up yet his face remaining unreadable. when you slowly pushed in, an unmistakable grunt passed through his lips, eyebrows furrowing as his dick twitched ever so slightly, tapping against his stomach.

-you allowed in-ho to adjust to the intrusion, the man below you taking deep breaths. he never looked better—his hair sprawled out beneath him on the pillow like a messy halo as his skin glowed faintly with perspiration, chest rising and falling rapidly whilst he’d turn his head to the side in hopes of maintaining some dignity… you knew he asked you to hold back somewhat, but the way he appeared at that moment seemed to snap all inhibitions out of existence.

-“Ah..” in-ho’s voice came in a small hiss as you thrusted your hips, the fake dick making itself right at home in his gummy walls. with the way he closed his eyes and parted his lips in silent moans, you could feel yourself getting wet, getting all too eager to make him dumb on silicone. maybe get a piece of revenge for all the times he’s fucked you stupid with little mercy. you’d grab a fistful of his damp locks, forcing his gaze towards you once more.

-the moment you quickened your pace, all of in-ho’s heavy breaths gradually transitioned into low moans. his cock would respond accordingly to each speedy thrust, his half-lidded eyes peering up at you with a mix of annoyance and a burning desire for more—the reluctant acknowledgment of being powerless to do anything yet simultaneously enjoying that lack of authority.

-with one final push, he’d stiffen up, failing to hold back a wavering groan as his cum would shoot onto his stomach in long ropes, the substance mixing in with the saltiness of his sweat—a filthy resulting concoction of lust. “Ngh..”

-albeit thoroughly satisfied, he wouldn’t be too happy with you, some tousled hair barely covering an eye as he wore a stern expression. he wouldn’t hesitate to flip you two over, already working to undo the harness around your lower section.

-“Didn’t I tell you to not get carried away?” he’d remind with a firm hold on your neck. “Maybe it’s time you remember who’s really in charge here..”

-overall.. he’s not the biggest fan of pegging. mostly because he thinks it threatens the control he has over you. the last thing he needs is you getting too cocky.

-doesn’t have any particular preferences for the dildo itself. anything standard, like a regular dildo instead of a realistic one, is good for him. average size too, please. (lame…)

-but sometimes he’ll let you peg him as a treat—to give you the illusion of having power only for him to shatter it afterwards. it’s the satisfaction of seeing you act all high and mighty before he thoroughly puts you back in your place. to him, it’s just like a game to play with a dog. <3

SEONG GI-HUN/PLAYER 456

-he’s the one to bring it up first. gi-hun, despite his age, has a high libido. it’s no surprise for him to want to try something new in the bedroom even if he’s a bit bashful when suggesting it to you. it’s all cuteness on the surface to hide the horniness underneath.

-“I was just thinking we could, you know..” he’d trail off, a single finger tugging at a wavy strand of his hair. he knows you wouldn’t judge him, but it’s no easy task telling you what he wants. “If you could.. do me? From behind?”

-he’d cringe at his own words, nearly backtracking until you assure him you’d be more than willing to grant his wish. he’ll give you a sheepish smile, mumbling a ‘thanks’ and kissing your cheek. “Don’t hold back, okay?”

-…when the time actually comes, gi-hun lets go of every and any doubt he might’ve had. he’s looks like an animal in heat with the way he has his ass up in the air for you, face held against the bed as pitiful moans freely flowed from his mouth.

-“Harder! Please, fuck me harder..!” he’d sob out into the sheets, his cock dangling purposelessly with every plunge of your hips. the rosy tip would drool with pre-cum, beady strands forming only to break off and stain the comforters below a shade darker.

-he’ll push back onto your strap, his plush ass pressing against you as his puckered hole swallows the dildo without issue. gi-hun whines like a slut when you suddenly stick your index and middle finger into his mouth, his warm saliva enveloping your digits as his tongue laps at them.

-he’s damn well near crying from how good it feels, your other hand sneaking down to stroke his dick doing nothing to help his pathetic noises. “I’m—I can’t—Oh, fuck!” he’d stammer, words slurred as your velvety breasts would press on his back. “Gonna cum.. can’t take anymore..”

-he’ll look over his shoulder at you, his gaze watery with heavy lids and chin covered with drool. the way you fuck him like a sex toy makes his thighs quiver, ultimately unable to hold back the thick amount of seed that shoots out into your palm with a high pitched whimper. “Oh..! Mmh!”

-he’ll keep bouncing his hips on the dildo in a weak effort to ride out his high, babbling incoherently from having you fuck his brains out. “Thank you, thank you so much.. I love you..”

-conclusively, he adores getting pegged as much as he loves fucking your cunt! especially if you use those realistic dildos with the fake cum. he loves getting filled up by you and feeling the substance dribbling down his asshole to his balls, even if it’s artificial.

-gi-hun probably needs you to peg him once or twice a week. will definitely ask repeatedly for it like a starved puppy if you haven’t done it for a while. either way, he loves getting messy with you any way he can. a true little whore for you <3

THANOS/CHOI SU-BONG/PLAYER 230

-he’s another one that mentions it first. “Yooo..” he’d come up to you as he’d drawl your name, throwing an arm over your shoulders. He gives you a little smirk before kissing your cheek, smothering you in affection more than what was the norm.. You could tell he wanted something. “So. Let’s fuck,”—there it was—“but,” he’d raise a multicolored-fingernail hand, as if putting a pause on real time much like a conductor signaling an orchestra to stay quiet to build up the anticipation. His hand then closed, letting only his index finger stand, pointed towards you. “You do the fucking. How about it? Yes, no?”

-he’s got no shame in asking for what he wants, let alone if it comes to sexual activities. if it feels good, then he doesn’t have a problem with it. it’s just up to you whether or not you would want to indulge in the same thing as him, which if in this case you don’t, then that’s fine by him too. there’s always other ways to find pleasure with you.

-otherwise, he’d be ecstatic once you agree to peg him.. a bit too ecstatic, as a matter of fact. maybe it’s the drugs making him so enthusiastic. or maybe he just really looks forward to getting it up the ass by none other than his pretty lady.

-that being said, you still somehow end up on the bottom. but it’s not all that bad. you get the perfect view of thanos fucking himself on your fake dick, rocking his hips as he pumps his throbbing cock, his cross necklace swaying with every gesture. “Ahh, shiiit..” thanos would hiss, catching his bottom lip with his canine.

-your poor boyfriend wouldn’t be able to handle doing all the work himself though. after a few minutes of bouncing he’d come to a stop and let out an impatient groan that bordered on a whine, narrowing his eyes at you. “Hey, you’re not doing much fucking, babe. You know that?” thanos would complain, his eyebrows furrowing as he’d tilt his head at you. “Fuck me. Like, actually.”

-…he’s got a strange way of getting what he wants from you. but you have no objections to placing your hands on his waist, thrusting up into your boyfriend’s hole. “Yeah, right there.. Damn, baby..” he’d groan, sucking in air through his teeth as he’d move with you.

-“Knew you had it in you.. making me feel so fucking good.” thanos growls, his cock twitching at the obscene sounds of skin against skin harmonizing with heavy breathing. he isn’t embarrassed to let you hear his sounds. you’ve got every right to know how good you are at what you do, and that’s currently making him cockdrunk.

-thanos is terribly expressive as well. the way his eyelashes flutter and how he parts his lips in ecstasy makes your pussy clench around nothing, your hips beginning to move faster into him as you hold him down on the strap, forcing him to feel every thrust into his gummy walls. “Fuck, I’m getting there.. Wanna cum all over your pretty tits when I do.”

-your hands explore one another’s bodies frantically, your clit aching at just how easy your boyfriend could be. his own hands would come down onto your chest, squishing your breasts together and squeezing harsher than you would’ve liked if you weren’t so entranced by the sight above you. the creaking of the bed, your skin under his fingers, his moans echoing while he took every inch of your silicone cock—it’s enough to make thanos tense up, squeezing his eyes shut.

-his cum shoots all over your chest and stomach, coating you in his sticky essence as he keeps playing with your tits absentmindedly, riding out his high with light bouncing. when he finally comes down from his climax, he’ll give you a tired but cheeky smile, his voice breathless as he drinks in the view of your cum-covered body. “..Y’look hot. Round two?”

-he is the only one who actually wouldn’t mind the thicker/larger side of dildos. thanos is all about debauchery, and he even might be the one who tries to turn the intensity up. no matter what kind of dildo, he’s open to anything as long as he gets to cum. (freak..)

KANG DAE-HO/PLAYER 388

-you introduce it to him. i doubt dae-ho has ever thought about being pegged—it’s probably the first time he’s even been exposed to the concept. even though hes probably got some experience under his belt—i reckon maybe shared a few kisses when he was younger, went on dates, the usual tame exploration. but never quite to this level.

-but he trusts you. he knows you wouldn’t suggest something to him if it would hurt him, so he’s quick to get on board with the idea. that’s not to say he isn’t a bit hesitant. this was unknown to him, another type of intimacy where he has to let you take control and let you walk him through it. a total role switch that he’s unfamiliar with, but has enough faith in you to give it a shot.

-“You, uh.. You don’t think this is gross?” he’d mumble as you lubricate his asshole with a delicate hand, eyes flickering between you and his puckered hole. the question doesn’t come from his own opinion on the matter, but rather out of insecurity. he’ll try to cover it with a smile, but his avoidance in meeting your gaze rats him out.

-you, of course, know better than to continue without reassuring him. communication was the strongest aspect in your relationship, making it all the more easier to reassure him with a gentle tone, promising him you had nothing to be disgusted about. your comfort was not in vain, proven as dae-ho relaxed his body and nodded his head understandingly.

-when you actually sunk into him, he couldn’t help but to whimper at the feeling, his asshole stretching to accommodate to the intrusion. “Feels.. feels weird. Just give me a second,” he’d tell you shakily at the halfway point, leaning his head back to take a few deep breaths. “It doesn’t hurt, it just.. Dunno. It’s new.” he’d swallow thickly, waiting a moment before giving you a nod. “I.. Think I’m okay now. Go ahead..”

-his hands would clutch at the bottom of his thighs as you moved your hips in slow rolls, the male beneath you watching the dildo disappear and reappear while you did so. hearing your ceaseless praise and feeling your care made him shudder, his cock stirring at the combination.

-a tiny moan of pleasure would fall from your boyfriend’s mouth, followed by another and another the more you gently thrusted in him. “Mmf.. It’s—It’s starting to feel better,” he’d tell you, like a boy telling his mother about the scrape on his knee. “Oh, god.. A little faster, please?” he’d timidly request, unsure if he was overstepping any boundaries by asking such of you.

-dae-ho’s moans become louder when you comply, the two of you gaining more confidence in your respective actions. his voice is almost sweet as it calls your name breathlessly, small pleas following. he’ll let go of one of his thighs to reach out to you, bringing you closer down to him.

-he’ll press your foreheads together, your lips brushing against one another as his cock weeps with pre-cum. his eyes become glossy from the pleasure coursing through his veins, his sentences coming out in a higher pitch. “I feel so good.. Please,” he’d beg, not entirely sure himself as to what for. “I’m not gonna last long..”

-dae-ho’s once coherent words were rapidly turning into blissful babbles, his mouth needily chasing yours as your pace quickened. he’ll whimper into the kiss, your own lips tingling from the vibrations as your tongues took control of the contact. it wasn’t until he gasped and dug his nails into your shoulder that you realized you’d pushed him over the edge earlier than expected. on the other hand, it took him a couple of blinks and gulps of air to notice the mess on his abdomen. “..Shit.”

-…he is the only one that doesn’t have a strong opinion on pegging (i.e: not a total whore about it, but not a hater either..) he’s rather indifferent about it, but always open to it should the moment ever call for it. he loves you and is willing to get intimate with you in whatever way you wish!!!!

-has no particular taste in the dildo either. so long as it isn’t anything excessive (there’s a limit to the things he will do and won’t. it’s nothing personal, he just doesn’t find it appealing!), he doesn’t care if it’s realistic or the typical colored phallic. :3

NAM-GYU/PLAYER 124

-you bring it up first. but like with most things, you’re met with resistance. “That’s gay,” nam-gyu would deadpan, shooting down the suggestion in a heartbeat. “I’m not letting you touch my asshole. Don’t be gross.” his nose would scrunch up, giving you a dirty look as if you’d said something to personally offend him.

-even if you leave it at that and accept his rejection, he’d get a little curious and it would be on his mind nearly all damn week. “She’s crazy..” he’d bite down on a fingernail, fingertips prodding at his bottom lip. “That’s gotta hurt like all hell anyway.”

-but no matter how much he claims to find it nasty or painful, he watches one porn video that includes pegging and he’s suddenly hooked on it. surely it can’t feel that good. those guys are just exaggerating their moans for likes and views.. right? (he immediately goes to order a strap-on)

-caves in quickly without you even having to ask him. “Just to save myself from any more of your bitching later,” he’d say with a scoff, shoving the harness into your hands.

-he’s already lowering his pants before you could react, his stiff cock slapping against his stomach. he’s just too damn proud to admit that he’s horny at the thought of you fucking him, too arrogant to admit he wants it immediately…

-did you think he was a brat before? well now, it’s x10. “Harder, come on.. Are you even really trying?” he’d demand in a moan, his palms placed against the wall in front of him with his shirt lifted just above his chest. he was facing away from you, bent forward only slightly as he looked over at you.

-his lips were curled in distaste, giving you that nasty glare you’d come to know just as well as him while you thrusted into him. he was evidently dissatisfied by the pace you held, acting as if he’s done this multiple times before when both of you knew he damn well hasn’t. he’s acting like you wronged him for being cautious!

-if you want him to tone down the whole bitchy attitude, there’s no better time to do that than the present. gotta give the man what he wants, no? you grab him by his waist, your nails digging into his skin so much that they form little red crescents. the tiny fire that ignites in him at the sensation makes nam-gyu curse, his words faltering when you finally start putting in a punishing force behind your movements.

-“That’s it.. Hoh, fuck, that’s it..” he’d mewl, his own fingers digging into the long-sleeves of his top. he’d release one sleeve to reach down to his weeping dick, beginning to pump himself with the help of your thrusts. his ass ripples with every pound you give, his back arching while his knees pointed inwards towards each other. “Yes, yes, yes..”

-one of your own hands will take the liberty of grabbing at his hair, tugging on the strands. his head will follow the motion, falling back as a sharp whine escapes from him. the pain bordering on pleasure made his legs quiver beneath him, his cock pulsating at your harsh treatment.

-“Shit, I’m almost there.. don’t stop..” he’d slur, biting his bottom lip as he’d stroke his cock faster. “Make me cum. Make me—fuck—..!” he’d let go of his lip, mouth falling open in a gasp at feeling you suddenly force his entire upper form up against the wall, his warm body pressing on the cold surface, nipples tingling at the temperature contrast.

-nam-gyu will shudder, his eyes rolling back. he’d probably look back on this moment later and damn himself for acting like such a prostitute, but for now he’s too caught up in the pleasureful haze right now to be totally aware of himself.

-he’d be unable to speak coherent sentences anymore, the dildo buried to the hilt inside him causing him to pant and groan. you’ve finally found a way to shut him up, it seemed.

-he’ll shut his eyes upon feeling his abdomen tighten, his cock spurting out his seed onto the wall. he’ll give a soft grumble as you continue your motions gently, his hand releasing his dick to reach behind him to swat at you. “Enough..” he’d mutter.

-after the whole thing, nam-gyu will act like he didn’t enjoy it as much as he seemed to: “It wasn’t that good,” he’d insist, “people hype that shit up for no reason.” ….. you both know the truth, obviously. he just has an ego that keeps him from admitting it.

-he only lets you peg him when he wants you to, unfortunately, which isn’t all that often. he’s still under the impression that it’s gay. and because submission isn’t a good look on him, he thinks. he’d rather be the one doing the fucking.

-a word of advice though.. he won’t be all that against it if you’ve blueballed him for a while. as tough as he might act, he is easily touchstarved. touch is literally his love language, so any form of it will do when it gets to that point. will be that much more of a slut on your strap too >.<

-prefers a dildo that’s a little below average size and not realistic. he does not want something like those abnormally large dildos going up his ass, let alone if it’s imitating the real thing. you’d already be pushing it if you walked up to him with a dildo that is even slightly above the typical size… nam-gyu is picky all around :/ but if you train him enough… well, who knows? <3

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hi! could you please do another hwang jun-ho smut fic? I don’t have any ideas so you can make it your own. thank you!

hwang jun-ho x fem! reader.

summary: you’re in for a surprise.

warnings: vaguely detailed nsfw towards the end. reader is lowkey batshit crazy! jun-ho is a SWITCH, submissive leaning, change my mind. he deserves be pampered. lowercase is intentional.

★࿐. hwang in-ho—better known as the front man—had the most loyal of loyalists at his feet: the pink guards, the recruiters, and you. you, the stray he pulled off the streets and turned into his most special weapon. you were his wild (killer) card. beneath that cold, sadistic black mask, there was a sliver of something softer, reserved only for you.

★࿐. which is why he chose you to watch over his little brother, hwang jun-ho. you were perfect for the job: close in age, easy on the eyes, and, most importantly you could go unnoticed. and that's exactly what he needed. he wanted reports, everything you could find out.

★࿐. at first, you thought it was stupid. pointless. the front man had shot him. that should have been the end of it. let the past die. but you knew better than to question orders.

★࿐. hwang jun-ho, wasn’t what you expected. sure, he had that same serious stare, the same sharp features that made it obvious they were related. but he was different. he was relentless, had a strong sense of justice. he was fascinating.

★࿐. following him around got boring fast. you weren’t an idiot, he was a detective, after all. (technically, was, but instincts like his didn’t just disappear.) it didn’t take long before he started to feel you. that lingering presence.

★࿐. you had to think fast. losing sight of him—even for a day—wasn't an option. jun-ho had his routines, and you had memorized them all. same small café. same order. black coffee, bitter as possible.

★࿐. so, you did what you had to do. you ‘accidentally’ bumped into him, both of your drinks spilling on the floor. for a few seconds, his stoic expression cracked.

"there’s no need to cry over spilled coffee," you spoke, glancing from the mess on the floor back up to him.

jun-ho mumbled something under his breath, exhaling sharply, clicking his tongue. "tch. great."

you studied him for a moment before offering, “let me buy you another one.” it was only fair, you were the reason he was now coffee-less.

★࿐. since that day, you had slowly but surely infiltrated into his life. you weren’t sure if he was too trusting or saw no reason to push you away, but either way, he let you stay. he still lied, of course. but jun-ho didn’t keep you at arm’s length. he let you linger, bringing you along.

★࿐. jun-ho told you he was searching for an island. for research purposes. you knew better. you knew exactly why he was looking. so, you nodded. played along. sometimes, you even pitched in, feeding him just enough false hope to keep him chasing ghosts. and every time he came back empty-handed, the exhaustion on his face was satisfying. huh, he really trusted your word.

★࿐. you would watch him, studying the way his brows furrowed in frustration, wondering what went on in that pretty little head of his. you were completely infatuated.

★࿐. he was so stubborn. righteous. you wanted to see how far he would go. how much he could take. how long until he broke. you would be there. like always. love. hate. devotion. in the end, they were all the same, weren’t they? each one demanded attention—the very thing you gave jun-ho in abundance.

★࿐. you don’t know how it happened (you do), and you don’t care. you were inside his apartment, it was raining outside, and his lips were on yours.

★࿐. jun-ho kissed like he was starving, like he had forgotten how it felt to have someone this close. he was so gentle, but so desperate. you could tell it had been a while.

★࿐. you learned quickly that he liked to make-out, to drag it out. he would pull away for a breath only to crash back into you. it was adorable. your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging, pulling, testing.

★࿐. oh. jun-ho was a whimperer. his body was tense at first, like he wasn’t used to this, being touched, being handled but he didn’t resist. if anything, he leaned into it, into you.

★࿐. you took your time with him, coaxing him out of that guarded shell, tracing your fingers over every ridge of muscle, every scar. then your fingers ghosted over that scar. the one his brother had left him.

★࿐. he tensed immediately. ah, so that still haunted him. you pressed down just a little, enough to remind him that it was real, that it had happened.

"does it still hurt?" you questioned, voice soft, almost mocking.

jun-ho didn't answer. didn’t pull away, either. good. you leaned in, lips brushing over the mark, leaving kisses along the length of it.

"poor thing," you murmured against his skin, your fingers in his hair, tugging just enough to tip his head back. "always carrying so much."

another whimper spilled out of his lips, god, he felt like a deer in headlights but it felt good.

"relax," you murmured against his skin, moving your attention to his throat, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses. "let me take care of you."

he exhaled sharply, almost like he wanted to argue but your fingers tangled in his hair again, pulling just enough to send a quiet, sound fall from his lips. “fuck,”

it was a sweet melody in your ears, one you could get used to.

★࿐. jun-ho melted under you, all of that stubbornness faded in one sigh, one gasp at a time. he was so responsive, so eager to be good for you, even if he didn’t realize it.

"that's it," you praised. "let me have you."

★࿐. jun-ho let himself be pulled apart piece by piece, let you ruin him in the best possible way. he was so responsive, so desperate to keep your touch on him like he was afraid you’d disappear if he let go for even a second.

★࿐. you took your time, savoring him, relishing the way his body reacted, every moan, groan, whimper. he needed this. jun-ho needed you. and who were you to deny him that?

★࿐. when it was all over, when the tension had melted from his muscles and his body lay heavy beside yours, his breathing slowing, his warm figure pressing against you.

★࿐. jun-ho had fallen asleep. you watched the way his lashes fluttered slightly, the way his lips parted with every slow exhale. he looked so peaceful like this, he was yours to taint, to ruin. that’s when you realized that you were never going to let him go.

★࿐. then your phone buzzed.

★࿐. you reached for it lazily, opening the text message. “i told you to watch over him. not fuck him.”

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how about cowboy! art with californian! reader. art thought she would have a valley girl accent and be prissy but no. he absolutely adores her little accent especially when she’s moaning his name.

a/n: anon i could just kiss you. as a californian going to texas soon i felt this one in my bones

when you first moved to town, art was not happy. most guys were excited to get their hands on a girl that they hadn't known since diapers and most girls were excited to get someone new to add to their groups. art on the other hand wished that you would hop right back on the next plane and fly back to california. his deep hatred for californians started when he was around 10 years old. a few families had flown to his small little town for vacation and they were awful. the kids had relentlessly teased art about his accent even though they were the ones with the god awful valley accents that made him want to bash his head through a wall. they were stuck up and disgusting by the sight of mud which made art hate them even more. he expected you to be like them... and well you kind of were.

you had the classic valley girl accent and were constantly saying 'like' but surprisingly art didn't want to rip his ears off. in fact, he wanted you to keep talking. for months he would do whatever he could to make you keep talking to him because he was infatuated with your accent. there's something about the way words came from your mouth that made him want to kiss you stupid. your voice made him dizzy in a way that he couldn't explain. over the past few months of you moving into town, you had been giving art these looks. you'd be staring at his lips as he talked or staring at his biceps as you watching him work on his family's ranch. he didn't know if you were actually into him or just into the fact that he was a cowboy. it wasn't until you had straight out told him that you liked him that he finally could believe it.

from then on, most days were spent in either tangled up in the back seat of your car or in art's sheets. remember when art said he loved your voice? well art loved your little moans exponentially more. the way you would gasp as he pounded into you made him almost come the first time he heard the sound. ever since then he made it his life long mission to draw any sound out he can from you. he learns every inch of your body and what spots are sensitive.

he'll nip the spot right under your ear because you let out the cutest gasp when he does. when he latches onto your nipple, almost like a baby, the way you arch under him and moan in a high pitched squeal is absolutely delicious. as his fingers curl in you and you cry out, art swears he could get off on just the sound. and dear lord. the first time you moaned his name in that sweet valley girl voice of yours, he had to pull out and calm down for a few minutes just so that he wouldn't come on the spot.

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The Salesman nsfw hcs ♡

· contains: purely nsfw, gun-play, he has a thing for your period UMM · note: its like 5 am but i HAD to post this

The Salesman/Gong Yoo's not the type to call you ‘baby, princess, honey’ during sex. no; his dignity is higher than that. he'd be more of a name user or would call you his ‘slut, whore, bitch’.

barely has personal preference for positions, as long as he’s in full control. just as eager to have you ride him as he is to flip you over. just as long as he's inside you. big fan of face fucking though!

has a libido bigger than his dick. practically using you almost every night as his sex doll; his stress relieve toy. makes sure to use you till the last drop when he finally gets his hands on you, due to the disappointingly lack of free time to sate his urges w/ you. has a shocking amount of stamina too :3. he definitely initiates things more than you do. he's suuuchhh a horny little boy for you OMDSSSS.

not a surprise but he's totally into gun play— fucks u w/ his glock, adoring the expression you make as he thrusts every single length of the gun into your pussy. holds his gun against your temple as he makes you bounce on his dick, getting off to your increasing fear. may even shoot a single bullet across the room to show you that the one against your skull is still functional and still a threat to your well-being.

i feel like he'd have a fetish for periods. doesn't like eating you out but as soon as he finds out you're menstruating, he'd BEG you to let him give you head and always find a way into your pants strategically. keeps a tight grip on your waist to hold you against his mouth ♡ & the mere smell of your blood is enough to get his dick sprung up.

this MIGHT be controversial but he'd be the type to beg you to send him nudes of your bare body. especially when he's out at work. his gallery is all pictures of your body and he's always shamelessly scrolling through them— palming away vigorously at his dick, wishing it was your mouth wrapped around his tip instead.

he's 100% a moaner. not high and squeaky moans, low ones; groans low enough only for you to hear. very vocal and mouthy, he's not scared to let you know how much of a good job you're doing, how pretty and fuckable you look doing it.

he's big on degrading, is talking shit any chance he gets. “you can't even take me properly, useless little thing.“ and he's soo mean and criticizes every move you make. by the end of it all you’ll be nodding with tears streaming down your face (he gets off to it), lost to the pleasure he’s giving you and only able to apologise for being such a pathetic and stupid little baby!

cr @inhogf dont steal

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oooh art would be lowkey freaky. i feel like he’s also a super munch. he’ll let you sit on his face for hours!!

cw: 18+ mdni, cunnilingus, ambiguous era, afab reader, slight brat!reader, teasing, like two spanks (+ one instance of ass play + very slight anal fingering)

Art devours you like no one else ever could, burying his tongue into your pussy for hours on end. If he could, he’d do it 24/7. He does it enough as it is away. As a wake up call, a way to say goodnight, in the shower, on your period, from behind while you’re cooking, in a pool chair, you get the gist. If you asked what he favorite sexual act to do with you was, there’s not a single doubt in your mind that it would be slurping up your pussy.

You’ve never sat on his face before though, too scared to break his neck after reading a story on your phone about that happening to someone else. It’d be a real mood killer to come down from you high to see your boyfriend dead to the world, literally. You didn’t talk about it again after the initial awkward discussion that ended with you dismissing it. But he just looks so hot in the early morning sun, a rare sleepy day in where you actually get to marvel at what Art looks like when he’s relaxed.

You bite your lip and shake him gently, trying not to shy away and curl up into a ball when he eventually groans and rubs his eyes open.

“Morning, baby.” He grunts in his husky morning voice.

He immediately puckers his lips for a kiss that you provide with less casual confidence than usual. His brow furrows, and he caresses the inside of your wrist with his thumb.

“What’s up? Are you hungry?” He asks you, thinking that you’re needing him to run and get you coffee or something.

You say no and play with your hands, the ache you’ve been feeling between your thighs only grows the more you look into his eyes.

“I just…. I need you.” You whisper.

Art squints his eyes, not sure what you mean. Then he recalls how he usually wakes you up in the morning, “Oh. You need me, huh?”

You nod and spread your legs, giving a view of your bare pussy. You took your underwear off earlier when the feeling got to be too much.

“Can you say it for me, angel? Tell me what you need and i’ll give it you.” He grins, teasing you. “If you woke me up, you must need whatever it is really bad.”

You roll your eyes and straddle him, sighing in bliss when he latches onto your hips. You’d put up more of a fight if you weren’t so horny, but you’ll let Art have his fun this time.

“I need you to eat me out.” You hold back the ‘obviously’ that you want to tack onto the end of your sentence.

Art’s grin widens and he makes you rock back and forth on his clothed bulge. He waist until you’re juices are wetting the fabric of his underwear before he pats your thigh, telling you to get off. You don’t budge and allow him to get into the typical position. Instead you lift your hips and shuffle up the bed until you’re hovering over his face.

“I want you to eat me out like this.”

Art’s grin falters as his eyes widen in shock for a second, you must really be pent up if you’re being this bold. He’s not complaining, he’d been waiting patiently for you to get comfortable enough to use him like a chair. You’re enough of a brat to change your mind if he acts too smug about getting what he wants even if you want it too though, so he tones it down.

“Get to it then, angel.” He smirks, his words trailing off into a satisfied sigh. “Give me a taste of this pretty pussy, don’t hold back.”

He flattens his tongue expectantly and leans his head back against the pillows.

Before you can even hesitate, Art snakes his arms under your legs and yanks your body down, making you drop your weight on him. You yelp but he doesn’t let you squirm away from his mouth. The sensation of his tongue lying still beneath you feels strange for a second, but a slap to your ass snaps you out of it enough to start moving your hips.

You shout and grab onto the headboard, getting yourself off on your boyfriend’s face. You play with one of your tits as you start to bounce on him, craving more of his tongue.

You reach down and tug on his hair, suddenly feeling too shy to make eye contact. He hasn’t looked away from you this entire time, and your cheeks warm in embarrassment at the thought of how messy you already look.

He winks at you, not moving at all and letting you take your fill. Well that’s not what you want anymore, so you tug his hair harder and beg.

“Please, baby, just tongue fuck me already. Don’t you want to? ‘m getting tired…” You whine, pouting down at him.

You stop your hips when you don’t get an answer. Art’s eyes crinkle in delight at your predicament, but he gives in to you. He always does, you just don’t like when he puts you on the spot and makes you wait like this. Secretly you kinda enjoy how he acts in bed, but you like putting up a fight way more.

Art curls his tongue around your clit and you throw your head back. He gives the throbbing bud a few customary sucks and then he jabs his tongue into your wet hole. You moan and grab onto his hair, bouncing on him in time with his tongue’s short thrusts. You roll your hips down against the slick appendage and cry out when it hits the right spot, grasping onto the headboard for dear life.

“Oh my god, feels so good! Wanted you in my pussy, need you there, sucking me dry-what the fuck, yes!” You squeal, firmly keeping his face nuzzled into your pussy and your thighs around his head.

His hands are playing with your ass while he eats you out. You’re mid bounce when you feel one of his thumbs prod at your ass hole, and the barest hint of having two of your wholes filled gets you moving faster on him. He spread your cheeks wider and kneads the flesh, jiggling them in his hands.

Art responds in kind and slides his tongue around whatever parts of your juicy pussy he can, scooping up your juices and guzzling them down as he stabs his tongue through your sopping folds.

You’d normally pull him back by his hair when you got close, not wanting to get him too dirty with your cum. But now you’re tightening your thighs over his ears and and stuffing his nose into your trimmed pubic hair, bouncing like your life depends on it.

Art spanks you again when your walls spasm around his tongue thirty seconds later. He gulps your orgasm down with love in his eyes and a heartbeat in his dick. He coos at your soft sniffles and massages your trembling thighs when you get up and collapse beside him.

“Thanks for breakfast, angel, I’d rate it 5 stars”. He laughs, half jokingly and half seriously.

“Whatever, perv.” You weakly smack him on the chest and groan, trying to keep your soul in your body. “Go get coffee… please.”

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Jun-ho needed to relax. That’s what you told yourself. And that’s why he was currently cuffed to your bed—his own police-issued cuffs around his wrists as he tugged at them. He’d been too busy lately, drowning in casework, leaving you to your own devices. This was punishment disguised as help.

Jun-ho was three orgasms in, he was a mess. His wrists strained against the cuffs, his head thrown back into the pillows, and his thighs trembled uncontrollably, his overstimulated cock twitched. He was sweaty, fucked-out, and delirious, but that didn’t stop you from wanting one more.

You had your favorite toy in hand—the vibrator he hated so much. The same one he bought you out of guilt, despite hating the damn thing. “You don’t need this thing when you’ve got me,” Jun-ho grumbled when he gave it to you. Funny, considering it was the reason why he had cummed twice. (The first orgasm was thanks to you riding him like there was no tomorrow.)

“Too much... too much,” he slurred, his voice trembling as the vibrations buzzed against the sensitive tip of his cock. Tears pricked from the corners of his precious, doe-like eyes his hips jerking involuntarily into the toy.

Jun-ho whimpered—the vibrator pushed him closer and closer to the brick. He was so sensitive now that the smallest touch was enough to make his entire body twitch. He couldn’t help but tug at the cuffs like he might actually break them.

“You can handle it, baby. You’re doing so well, my pretty boy.” you cooed, your voice soft but equally mocking. How dare he leave you alone for so long!

Jun-ho tried to answer, but all that came out was a strangled noise, something between a moan and a sob. Without warning, his body tensed violently, his back arching off the bed as your name spilled from his lips.

He came, and it was so much—hot, thick spurts spilling out of him, splashing onto his stomach, his chest, and even smearing your thighs. His cock twitched desperately, pulsing over and over, like his body was wringing out every last drop it had left to give. His head tipped back into the pillows, his mouth slack and drooling slightly as he gasped for air. He looked absolutely divine.

“So fucking messy,” you teased, running a finger through the cum painting his stomach, lifting it to show him. “Look at you. You must’ve really needed this, huh? Forgetting the fact that you have me, pretending you were fine when all you needed was to be put in your place.”

Okay, maybe Jun-ho didn’t hate vibrators anymore.

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i can’t be the only latino! patrick zweig truther, right? right?? he’s part argentino from his fathers side and part italian from his mothers side. his parents met in buenos aires during summer break. patrick has the THICKEST argentine accent whenever he speaks spanish and it’s the hottest thing ever. he also mutters and cusses in spanish whenever he’s pissed off.

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causal by chappell roan starting playing once i began reading this

ceo!art donaldson x reader

a/n: this was not proofread at all

as CEO of the company, it was common for art to host work parties at his penthouse. for him it meant that on occasion his rather empty home was filled with people that he enjoyed to be around. it was also a great excuse to persuade you into staying the night because he claimed that you were far too drunk to drive home--you only drank one seltzer.

as your fellow coworkers all shuffled out the door, you bid them farewell. you made sure that they all had a safe way to get back to their respective homes and told your nosy and drunk coworkers that you'd stay behind to help art clean up. after all you are his assistant. once everyone was gone, art was quick to walk over to you, gently grabbing your hands and pulling you towards the couch. whenever he was drunk--much like right now--art was clingy. he just wanted someone to hold and mouth at although he claims he doesn't have an oral fixation.

he sits down on the couch, slotting you in-between his legs. your back pressed snuggly to his chest as his hands rubbed up and down your thighs and his mouth placing sloppy kisses behind your ear. neither of you talk during moments like these because the feeling of skin on skin said more than enough for the both of you. the pair of you stay like this for awhile before art mumbles something about needing to pee and reluctantly peels himself from you. you watch as he stumbles towards the bathroom but you can't help the pit that forms in the bottom of your stomach.

you and art have been doing... whatever it is you two were doing but never really talked about the trajectory of where this thing was going. you had subtly hinted about wanting more with art but were always afraid to come out and talk to him about it. you were scared that he would see this as casual and that discussing the topic would inevitably lead to the end of this. when art finds his way back to the couch, he can tell something is off with you. he'd never admit it but art has grown to read you incredibly well. he can tell that something is bothering you whenever your eyes flit around the room as if you're looking for something--much like you're doing right now.

"hey, talk to me." he says quietly, the first words either of you have spoken in the last half an hour.

you still look around the room, almost afraid to meet his gaze in fear that you might start crying. any amount of alcohol makes you emotional. "what do you mean?" you say, feigning ignorance.

"something is bothering you." art says, gently wrapping his hands around your waist and pulling you back into his lap.

you burry your face into the crook of his neck and inhale. it sounds weird but you could never get sick of his smell. "it's nothing" you say, the words muffled by his skin.

you can't see him but you know that he's rolling his eyes at you. he does that a lot when you're being stubborn which is almost all of the time.

"it's not nothing. just please talk to me." he places a soft kiss on the top of your head, his hands rubbing up and down your arms.

you let out a deep sigh because you know art and he's just as stubborn as you are. he isn't going to let this go until you talk to him. you pull your head away from his neck, looking him in the eye. "what are we?"

the moment the words leave your mouth you almost regret them because there's an obvious tremor in your voice. you quickly look away from art, not daring to see his reaction. he doesn't answer for a while, the two of you sitting in heavy silence. he gently holds your chin and forces you to look at him.

"do you think this is just casual to me?" he asks, his face neutral although if you looked closely enough you could see his eyes were starting to water.

"well no but-" you pause, taking a moment to think. "i don't know what this is to you and i was just wondering where this all was going. i mean we've never talked about it before so..." you were starting to ramble which was a habit you had when you got nervous.

art takes one of your hands into his and gives you a comforting squeeze. "trust me this is far from casual in my mind."

"is this... dating?" you ask hesitantly.

"if you'll allow me to be your boyfriend that is." he says, a smile gracing his lips as he stares down at you. in this light he reminds you of a golden retriever with their tail wagging as they wait for their owner to give them a treat.

"of course." you say and pull art into a kiss that's equal parts soft as it is eager.