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Christmas in New York :: Cho Guesung

Summary : With work stressing you out, your boyfriend comes to surprise you

Characters: reader x Cho Guesung (South Korea #9)

Warnings: Unprotected sex (wrap it up, especially in this economy), biting, preg kink, lots love L bombs, use of a mirror, use of the window, he'll call you a slut

A/N: So fun fact, I got my first hate anon after writing for him lol so I'm doing it again heh. There will be a version without smut for the people who may want this without the sexy time.

Christmas fics: 2/?

You laid back on your bed after a long day of work, closing your eyes as you relished the feeling of your cloud-like bed. You had been up since around 8 am running around New York like a madman getting things ready for an event you had to host and attend in a few days. You had to pick up your supervisor's dress, your dress, make sure the caterers had the order and that they now include vegetarian options, blah blah blah. The thing that bothered you so much was that there were people at your job whose job it was to do this, not you. Now you had an article to finish and it honestly tired you out.

While you tried to weigh the options of whether it was worth quitting your job and moving in with your boyfriend and living in his closet, your phone suddenly buzzed. You groaned, turning to grab your phone, your annoyance melting away when you noticed who it was.

Baby <3: I lowkey hate airports lol. It's so crowded and everyone is staring at us.

You couldn't help but smile like a schoolgirl when her crush texted her, moving to lay on your stomach as you texted your response.

Y/N: You're telling me that the international heartthrob Cho Guesung doesn't like everyone admiring your hotness?

Y/N: Who is this and what have you done with my boyfriend?

You had been dating Guesung for two years, meeting him while you had a brand party in Korea. You were there for him while he trained to be added to the world cup team, and had even been there for some of his games. Now with the world cup over, you hadn't seen him in person for a while as he was busy with his schedule as everyone wanted to get to know him.

Baby <3: lol, you know how I feel about all this attention.

Baby <3: Especially when I'm receiving thousands of marriage proposals while I have you, baby.

Ah, how could you forget?

When everyone got a glimpse of him, everyone rushed to his Instagram and followed him, then flooding his comments and DMs with marriage proposals. He of course immediately told you and after you both read through some and laughed, he then muted the app. You weren't jealous about how everyone reacted to your boyfriend because, well, he was attractive. You actually found it a bit funny how everyone saw a glimpse of him being pouty on a bench at a game and said "Ah yes, husband material."

Y/N: Why are you in the airport anyways? Do you have a game or something?

Baby <3: Nah, I have a schedule in the states.

You tried to think about where he could have a schedule since you hadn't seen it pop up on his schedule when he originally showed you. Before you could ask him where be sent you a text saying "Gotta get on the plane. Love you, I'll text you after the interview! <3"

You pouted as you realized you could no longer talk to your man, checking the time before you got a text from your coworker, asking if you could help her plan an interview they had tomorrow.

There goes relaxing.

~<3

New York snow was something else.

It may look gorgeous in pictures but in person, it was horrible, especially when the wind hit.

You mumbled curse words as you carried the heavy Starbucks bags filled with pastries and hot chocolate for the interview guests, stomping into your work build as you passed by the group of assistants all gossiping by the door. When they saw you, they broke out into a fit of laughter, making you want to do nothing more than throw the bag of scolding hot chocolate at them. How dare they laugh at you? Even worse when you're doing their job.

You rolled your eyes before hurrying to the collaboration floor, rushing into the room where the interview was being held. You placed the bags onto the table, turning to your coworker who was smiling like a fool at you. Before she could begin to speak about whatever made her so happy, you cut her off. "How the fuck do those assistants downstairs still have a job? I'm out here, running around to do their jobs while they're gossiping about some random shit." Your coworker's eyes widened as her smile widened a bit as you ranted, nodding as she tried to hold back her laugh.

"Now, what are you giggling about?" You dropped your hand to your side, showing your frustration before you removed your jacket, tossing it to a nearby chair. Before she could speak, someone tapped your shoulder.

"Pretty outfit, baby." You paused at the sound of his voice, turning around to see your boyfriend standing in front of you, a smug smile on his face. You couldn't figure out words as you stared at him before wrapping your arms around his neck, Guesung picking you up to spin with you. All of your annoyance left your body as he pressed kisses to your temple, mumbling about how much he missed you. You couldn't let go of him as he pulled back to lift your face so he could properly kiss you. His lips tasted of watermelon, the familiar taste reminding you of the gum he always chewed.

"Woah, let's not make out here!'' Your lips paused as you heard one of his teammate's voices, turning to see a group of them all smiling at you, making kissing noises while laughing. You've never felt such a vast change of emotions: annoyance to happiness to embracement. You hid your face in his chest, Guesung laughing softly before telling the group to quit it, which they did after a few moments. He looked down at you with a smile, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before going to sit with the group, asking what kind of interview they were doing, which made you pause. You had completely forgotten that they were here for an interview with you. You turned to your coworker, who handed you the clipboard as she kept her smile on her face, which made you gently hit her arm with it.

"You guys have a puppy interview." As the group of boys cheered, a puppy's bark could be heard, which made the boys sing in a chorus of "awws"

You set the up before bringing in the puppies, starting the interview as the boys played with them. You laughed as the smallest dog moved to sit in Guesung's lap, not leaving his lap the entire time. You found it adorable at how the two were interacting; you could see the love in his eyes for the dog. Once the interview was over, you helped take the dogs back to their crates and handlers, the boys asking to adopt all the ones that caught their eyes. You helped distribute the hot chocolate and pastries as the boys passed you to head back to their van, hugging you and asking you to make sure they got their puppies. "Make sure you filled out the adoption application before y'all leave and I'll see what magic I can work." The boys all thanked you, hugging you tightly in a group hug as they left, making you feel warm. As you looked through the applications, you felt some arms wrap around your waist, soft lips moving to press against your cheek. "What time do you get out of work, today?" You turned to face your boyfriend, kissing his cheek as you checked your schedule for the day. "I should be out by like 6, why?"

Guesung said nothing, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before leaving with his drink, leaving you and your coworker confused. You didn't have time to think about it as your manager came to you to help go over the event's details in a meeting with the party planning team. You sighed as your coworker patted your back, telling you to look forward to whatever your man has planned for later. You held onto that throughout your day, the day seemingly moving by faster than usual.

After clocking out you made your way outside where the rest of the assistants from earlier were talking. They of course noticed you and all began to make fun of you like a group of middle school kids, making you roll your eyes. You ignored them as you began your trek home, mumbling about how much they didn't do their job. What were they getting paid to do?

You found yourself annoyed as you punched in the code to your apartment, looking forward to having the wine you had just bought and some much-needed alone time with your cat. After walking in and kicking off your boots, you looked up to see your living room decorated with candles and flowers. There was also some romantic music playing in the background, making you smile. The place smelled amazing and you wanted to find the cause of this romantic setup.

"Oh, you're home."

You smiled as Guesung came into view, a kitchen towel on his shoulder, showing you that he had been cooking. You weren't even thinking about the alone time you once wanted, rushing into his arms as he caught you. He chuckled, pressing a kiss onto your temple, spinning around with you before placing you down in front of him. He kissed you softly before rubbing your back, smiling softly. "How...I thought you guys were busy?" He couldn't help but laugh softly at your words, squeezing your hips before he returned to the kitchen, focusing back on the food he had been cooking. You took a second to admire him in his sleeveless tight tank top and sweatpants; the way he seemed so focused on the steak he was cooking, occasionally smiling when he glanced up at you.

After placing the steaks onto a plate to rest, he turns off the stove before finally answering your question. "The snowstorm closed the airport so we're all stuck here. The boys are at the hotel while I decided to spend some time with my sweet girlfriend." He smiled as he rounded the kitchen counter, pulling you to his chest as you smiled. "After I noticed how annoyed you seemed at work earlier, I thought you would enjoy me coming home to surprise you with a date."

"Aren't you romantic?" You couldn't help but press a kiss to his lips, feeling your heart skip a beat at how sweet he was. Guesung had a way with you that made your heart race and do backflips; he would buy you flowers just cause so that when you got home from work, you'd see them. He'd buy clothes, snacks, and other things that made him think of you while he was away in Korea while traveling and put them into a box and ship them to you along with a heartfelt letter and some polaroid pictures of him and sometimes of his teammates. He wouldn't hesitate to send you some of his clothes among other things just because he loves you. He had sent you so many of his clothes that he now has a section of clothes in your closet and a drawer in your dresser. It made you want nothing more than to just kiss him to oblivion and it made you wanna sometimes cry.

Like now, cleaning up after you both finished the steak dinner he made while you laid full on the couch. You couldn't help but smile at him as he fully cleaned the kitchen and fed the cat, then made his way over to you with the wine you had mentioned that you wanted to try. He sat down in front of you as he poured the wine, handing you a glass before repeating it for himself. He clinked your glasses together, holding your hand as he drank the wine. "Y/N, you know I love you, right?" You paused at the sudden question, placing your glass down to softly cup his face. He said nothing as he pressed a kiss to your thumb, making your heart skip once more. "Yes, Guesung. I know."

"I just wanna make sure. I know sometimes I'm not the most...available, but, I want to make sure that you know that I do."

You scanned his face as he spoke, noting his beauty marks and how his eyes searched your face. It sometimes shocked you how much he wanted to prove that he loved you. You knew that he did and it sometimes worried you that he felt like you didn't appreciate everything he had done for you.

You took a second before pulling him into a loving kiss, your lips moving together as you pulled him onto the couch. He grunted softly as he picked you up, sitting down on the couch before placing you on his lap. He gripped your hips as you two kissed, your hands moving into his hair as you pulled away. He at first chased your lips before pulling back to meet your eyes, giving you his full attention. You let your hand move to once again cup his cheek, your thumb moving to rub his bottom lip. His eyes moved to stare at your lips, his hands gripping your hips tighter. You loved how attentive he was to you, watching your every move. You watched as his breath hitched when you licked your lips, his eyes moving to try and meet yours.

"Y/N... Don't tease." You then met his eyes, pulling him back in for another kiss, this one more passionate and messy. He grabbed at your clothes, removing each article of clothing before tossing them onto the floor. He licked your bottom lip as he stood up with you, removing his own clothes before pulling you back to be close to him.

"My god, Y/N, you don't know what you do to me." He whispered, his voice coming out desperate as he massaged your body. "I don't," you hissed as his lips pressed against the sweet spot on your collarbone. "Why don't you tell me?"

"You just wanna hear me talk about how much I always wanna fuck you," he moaned as your hand slid down to make contact with his hard dick, slowly pumping. "Maybe," you whispered, your boyfriend chuckling in response.

He removed your hand before pulling you to sit on his lap, helping you to grind on him. You moaned as he wrapped his lips around your nipple, his free hand massaging your ass as his dick and your wetness made contact, grinding against one another deliciously. "I wanna fuck you so bad. All those times you acted cute while we face time, all those times you sent me a photo of a new outfit you got that barely covered your ass or these goddam gorgeous thighs," he paused to slap your ass, making you moan loudly. "Makes me just wanna get on the first fucking flight to your place and fuck you like crazy."

"Then do it." You couldn't take it anymore as you felt the tip of his dick make contact with your clit, making you press your forehead against his shoulder. "Fuck me like crazy."

Guesung wasted no time moving himself so he could push into you, his hips pounding into you as he held you still. You gripped the back of the couch, moaning loudly as your boyfriend fucked up into you at a harsh pace. He couldn't help but suck and bite on your skin, his hands making contact with your ass a few times before he moaned loudly against your stomach.

"G-guesung, baby. Oh my fucking god." You whined as his thumb made contact with your clit, playing with it as he looked up at you. He could feel you clenching and it honestly drove him crazy. "That's it, baby. Cum for me, show me how much you missed my fucking cock." You closed your eyes as his pace became brutal, your orgasm ripping through you, making you moan his name loud enough that you were sure your neighbors heard.

He then jumped up from the couch as you tried to catch your breath, pinning your back against the window as he picked up the same pace he had. You dug your nails into his shoulders, tossing your head back against the window. "Such a good girl- so fucking loud while I press you up against the window. What would your neighbors think?"

You honestly didn't care about what the neighbors thought, only focused on the man in front of you who was pounding into you and kissing your neck. You scratched up his back, your boyfriend's moan being loud as he felt your nails. He loved the way it felt when you dug your nails into him and when you scratched him; let him know that he was fucking you right.

When you noticed his thighs begin to clench, you knew he was close. You leaned in to kiss him, silencing both of your moans as he moved one hand to press against the window to keep you both up. "Gonna fill you up," he growled against your lips, his hips studdering as you moaned his name. "Gonna fill up my baby and show her how much I love you. Gonna prove it to you."

He let out a few breaths as he pressed his forehead against yours, his hips stopping to press firmly against you as he came. He breathed heavily as you rubbed his back, kissing his cheeks as you waited for him to calm down. "Love you" he whispered, pecking your lips before he let his forehead rest against your shoulder, pressing short kisses there. You ran your hand through his hair, giving him a moment to calm down after fucking you so hard. After a bit, he had enough energy to move you both to the bathroom, where he carefully started the bath before helping you get in. He had you pressed against his chest, his heartbeat not pounding as hard as it was earlier. While you both bathed and relaxed in the tub, he kept you close and held you tight. You enjoyed laying in his embrace, kissing his bicep before rubbing his shoulder. You both did not speak any words, only resting and holding one another.

After you both were done, he led you to the bedroom, where he helped you get dressed before laying you down. When you asked where he was going he, chuckled. "I promise you, I'm not leaving. Just gotta clean up our mess so that the cats don't get any ideas. Then, I'll come right back and hold you close." You nodded as he left to attend to the living room and the curious cat, leaving you to slowly drift to sleep.

~ ♥ ~

Snowstorms would sometimes be worse than they seemed in New York.

You woke up around 4 to see your cat slipping through your bedroom door to leave, going to join the other cat in the cat bed. You sighed, turning to check the time before glancing at the window. Snow was hitting the window aggressively, almost sounding like rain. You turned to face a now slightly awake Guesung, who was sitting up now. You ran a hand through his hair, apologizing for waking him up. He mumbled out something about it being alright, kissing your palm before asking what time it was. "Around 4."

"Why did you cat follow me in here just to wake us both up to slip out?" You laughed as he groaned, falling back onto the bed. You gently kissed his temple, asking him if he wanted any water, to which he said no. You nodded before heading to the kitchen to get some, returning as he sat up. You leaned against the doorframe as you watched your now more awake boyfriend sit up, the comforter dropping to show his toned body and abs. You let your eyes move to his thighs that were peaking out from the opening in his tight boxer briefs. They were so toned and muscular and would occasionally tense when he laughed, which made you feel something. He soon caught your eyes, opening his arms for you to come to join him. You put your glass down before joining your boyfriend back in bed, moving to straddle him, which made him chuckle and let out a small "oh". He looked up at you, his thumbs moving to rub your hips as he leaned up to press a kiss to your cheek. "You know, for someone who was so tired a few moments ago, you seem now very awake."

Guesung smiled at your words, raising an eyebrow as he moved the both of you so your back was laid against the bed while he hovered over you. He rubbed your thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist so you were pressed against him before leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss. The kiss was slow and sweet, your thighs occasionally squeezing around his waist, making him moan softly in the kiss. You let your hips move against his hardening cock, making him pull back from the kiss to admire your face. "For someone who was just making fun of me for waking up, you seem to want to do something active."

"Aren't you an athlete, Mr. Guesung? Isn't being active you're entire thing?" You giggled as he ran a hand through his messy hair, making a sound of fake annoyance. He smiled as his hands came to rest on top of your thighs, his hips moving to roll into yours, making you moan. He didn't stop, squeezing your thighs as he pressed more against you each time. He watched the way your body rolled and arched whenever he pressed more against your clit, his tongue coming out to wet his bottom lip.

"You're such a slut, Y/N." Your eyes opened as he paused his movements, your hips trying to move to meet his as you whined. He said nothing as he flipped you over so you were on your stomach, his hand moving over the flesh of your ass and thighs before he pressed his still-covered cock against your now-wet entrance, making you both moan. "Such a slutty pussy, too. So wet from just some grinding." He licked his lips once more as you moaned, leaning down to press his chest against your back as his hands carefully moved down your body, pulling off your underwear slowly. He tossed your panties somewhere in the room before he pressed himself once more against you, his hips rolling as he was met with your pussy. You mewled at the feeling, pushing your butt back to press against him, begging for him to hurry up and fuck you, to which he chuckled. "Can't wait, can you slut?" He couldn't wait either as he pushed down his underwear, rubbing his tip along your slick before pushing into you slowly. You moaned softly, your head falling forward as his hips snapped quickly, hitting the flesh of your ass with force. He moaned loudly, leaning forward to grab your hair, pulling your head up so you could now face the mirror that was facing your bed. He moved faster as you moaned at both your appearances; his hair was a mess from sleeping, his upper body was slightly shiny from sweat and strangely still as his hips pounded into you. He leaned down to bite your shoulder, moaning when clenched around him.

"Look at us, baby. You look so fucking hot." you gripped the sheets, as he moved, tossing your head back as he moaned your name. "I'm gonna cum soon, baby," you moaned, your boyfriend mumbling the same as he focused on where you both met. "Does my slut want my babies?" He moaned louder as you clenched around him, your own hips moving back to meet him in desperation. "My slut wants my babies, huh? Wanna be swollen with my kids? It'll show everyone how well I fuck this pussy, my pussy."

You moaned his name louder as you both came, Guesung falling forward to continue rolling his hips into your ass. His hips ground against your ass, moaning as you both tried to calm down.

He pulled out, pulling you to lay next to him. You kissed his collarbone, whining softly as he rubbed your back. "Are you tired again?" He laughed, moaning softly when you bit his collarbone once more. "Kidding, kidding"

You smiled as he pulled the cover over you both, tiredness filling your body once more as he whispered how much he loved you.

~ ♥

"Alright Y/N. Have a good holiday!"

You thanked your manager, holding in your smile as the assistants were complaining about having to work the party, complaining about you being able to leave. You made sure to smirk at them as you walked out, chuckling softly.

You smiled as you entered your apartment, happy to have the holiday off. You were tempted to break out some wine and just relax, forgetting about the job you have. You picked up your cat before you noticed your other cat chilling by the bathroom door, purring happily. You leaned down to rub him, the door opening to show Guesung in a tux. You asked what he was doing here, putting down your cat before jumping into his arms, making him chuckle. After the storm ended a few weeks ago, he left immediately with his team. "Merry early Christmas baby." He led you to the bedroom, where he had decorated it with lots of roses and candles. You noticed a card in the center of the bed, picking it up as he stood behind you.

Y/N.

I love you. I wanted to say thank you for being there for me; through training, through the world cup, and through everything. I know it hasn't been easy, but you've been there for me more than everyone else has and I just wanted to say thank you and turn around.

You turned around as you put down the card, confusion on your face. "Guesung, what do you mean turn-"

As you turned to face him, you noticed he was on one knee, a ring being held out to you. You covered your mouth as tears pricked your eyes, Guesung smiling softly. "Y/N, I love you so much. I can't imagine anyone else being by my side for the rest of my life. So, will you do me the honors and...will you marry me?"

You nodded, tears streaming down your face as he placed the ring on your finger, then pulled you into a tight hug.

"I love you, Y/N..."

[mo-ali-m]

nada a declarar

SIR LET ME BREATG

[mo-ali-m]

Mase, Mase....

Love it when they talk about him and we get things like this.

[mo-ali-m]

Aviso de conteúdo maduro

Adentrou o cômodo em silêncio, os pés descalços lhe causavam tremores pelo contato com o chão frio. Seu reflexo no espelho mau podia ser visto por causa da névoa quente que preenchia todo o banheiro devido a alta temperatura da água. Esta que escorria pelas costas largas à sua frente, banhando seu namorado enquanto o mesmo passava as mãos pelo corpo. Se livrando das impurezas do corpo tentando encobrir o quão sujo ele era por dentro, devasso e pecaminoso. Um verdadeiro demônio.

Não que você fosse diferente. Se fosse levado em conta suas ações nada inocentes, o cinismo em cada um dos seus passos, o toque que mau pode conter na pele do seu amante. E Jimin gostava, adorava para falar a verdade, por isso sorriu, os olhos fechados aproveitando as carícias de suas mãos no próprio abdômen.

— O que foi? — levou os lábios até as orelhas do mais alto. Os gominhos da barriga se tensionando em conjunto com a respiração mais acelerada, o corpo contraindo aos poucos sob seu toque.

Park alargou o sorriso preguiçosamente, serpenteando a mão esquerda pelo seu corpo ainda de costas. A cintura, descendo mais um pouco encontrou sua virilha e continuou caminho.

— Ah, é a expectativa sabe — sussurrou com a voz afetada enquanto te sentia tocar o membro do mesmo, já se preparando para o que vinha a seguir.

Assentiu, mesmo que ele não pudesse ver. Então iniciou uma leve masturbação, movimentava preguiçosamente o pênis já acordado, sentindo a textura, veias pouco saltadas, a pele macia e quente.

— Humm, e estão sendo atendidas as suas expectativas, Park? — lresvelou a língua no pescoço com cheiro de baunilha. A punheta indo mais rápido assim como os gemidos dele, altos e levemente agudos como Jimin fazia sempre.

— Seria melhor se fizesse daquele jeito sabe...pegando em tudo — dissera ofegante, os dedos dos pés abrindo e fechando, a água parecia até mesmo gelada em comparação ao corpo pegando fogo — As bolas amor...

Ah, era sempre ali que ficava interessante. Quando Park Jimin se mostrava uma verdadeira prostituta ninfomaníaca. O mínimo toque já era motivo para que ele se revelasse. Não hesitou, deixando de lado o membro pulsante desceu as mãos até tocar nos sacos pesados, que se contraíram sob seu toque. Segurou, apertou e fez o que mais lhe era conveniente escutando os chiramingos do coreano.

— Isso...assim, mais pra trás, linda — o homem abriu mais as pernas quando sentiu você se ajoelhar na frente dele. As mãos agora em seus cabelos enquanto fechava os olhos, a água escorrendo pelo corpo.

Colocou o pênis latejante na boca, sugando e sugando a medida que caminhava os dedos para o orifício traseiro. Os lábios do Park crisparam ao sentir seus dedos acariciarem o ânus, primeiro um dedo ameaçando entrar até que o fizesse. Alargando pouco a pouco.

— Ah... — admirou o homem de cabelos pretos, acelerando o boquete quando ele gemeu mais alto indicando o orgasmo. Introduziu mais um dedo quando ele abriu mais as pernas, as próprias mãos masculinas abandonando seus cabelos para abrir as bandas da própria bunda.

Tão sensível

Park tremeu, o abdômen tenso e pênis ereto demais, se mexendo em sua garganta quando gozou. Os jatos do líquido viscoso e meio amargo, as bolas se esvaziando devido a grande quantidade de sêmen que te desciam goela abaixo.

Com um 'ploc' você o soltou, elevando o corpo para segurá-lo pelos ombros trêmulos. O rostinho cansado ainda não lhe era o bastante, o faria gozar muito mais naquele dia.

[mo-ali-m]

🍷 Sobre o blog🍷

Primeiramente, este espaço se designa para escritos de conteúdos que podem ou não ser maduros ( depende do meu estado de espírito); portanto se você for menor de idade está por sua conta em risco, se quiser ler, leia, mas não recomendo e inclusive desaprovo totalmente — Dê meia volta, coração —.

Em segundo lugar, eu adoro falar de tudo um pouco e esse blog aqui não é nenhuma revista pornô pra ter só putaria — porque de fofoca tbm vive o ser humano —, então quem quiser vir conversar comigo sobre qualquer coisa, fique à vontade porque eu mesma adoro.

Terceiro ponto, não escrevo sobre conteúdo sexual violento, não consensual ou de qualquer caractere repugnante e maldoso — coisas que envolvam sangue não menstrual, pedofilia e traumas estão barradas totalmente —.

Hard hours e headcanon's estão sempre abertos para pedidos, fora estes haverão momentos em que pedidos para algo mais longo sejam abertos, mas será avisado então não se preocupe.

Este é apenas um refúgio para expor pensamentos, curtir conteúdos e trocar ideias, se for pra militar em coisa desnecessária e arrumar confusão sem necessidade pode ir vazando, aqui é só paz, amor e putaria — no bom sentido, claro ;) —.

E se você tá pensando que escrevo só pra idols tá enganado, aqui também vai haver posts sobre alguns jogadores de futebol porque sou Maria chuteira sim! E pode também surgir conteúdos com alguns atores se eu tiver meio daquele jeito....

Aproveitando também esse pique de inicio de ano vou dar uma repaginada, por esse motivo deixarei de escrever para alguns idols que andam dando uma decepcionada e outros que eu simplesmente não acompanho mais ou estou mais distante dos conteúdos — o que da quase na mesma —, enfim, os grupos que eu mais acompanho fixamente e escrevo ativamente estarão na masterlist e lá também haverão os idols que escrevo destes respectivos grupos, se determinado idol não estiver lá é porque não escrevo com ele, okay?

De todo modo, espero que se divirtam no meu blog e se sintam acolhidos para desabafar ou simplesmente brincar um pouco, tô aqui pra isso também já que a internet é um dos melhores caminhos pra essas coisas.

Aproveitem amores, beijos da Moa 😚

[mo-ali-m]

Nossa, me deu até um coiso no coiso

Son Heung Min — NSFW Alphabet

+18 (Se você for jogador do Tottenham, e se chamar Richarlison, não leia.)

A | Aftercare (Cuidados Posteriores)

Ele é O CARA, do aftercare. Te enche de beijo, te limpa, faz cafuné, conversa sobre a vida... Ele sempre fica bastante meloso depois do sexo, se torna a companhia perfeita.

B | Body Part (Parte do corpo favorita em você)

Sua bunda. E ele nem disfarça não, viu? Adora como ela fica perfeita em suas mãos, acha gostosa de apertar, de bater... E quando estão só assistindo televisão, ou algo assim, ele vai ficar com a mão nela apertando sem nem perceber.

C | Cum (Qualquer coisa relacionada à porra)

Dentro. Ama gozar dentro, ama a intimidade que isso traz, a conexão. Gosta da sensação de quentinho que trás, o arrepio que sente ao pensar que você pode engravidar. Sempre goza bastante, excesso.

D | Dirty Secret (Auto explicativo)

É bem tímido quanto à isso, mas tem vontade de transar em um local público. Tem gosto pelo proibido, algo como seu centro de treinamento, ou alguma festa com os amigos.

E | Experience (Ele sabe o que está fazendo?)

Uhn... Sabe. Por mais que sua vida seja resumida em treino, trabalho, e treino, já teve uma quantidade boa de experiências sexuais, junto ao seu extinto maravilhoso, e preparo físico.

F | Favourite Position (Posição favorita)

Qualquer uma que ele consiga de beijar. Por ser muito vocal (spoiler), prefere te beijar a maior parte do tempo. Sente vergonha de gemer demais.

G | Goofy (Ele é mais sério, ou bem humorado durante o ato?)

Muito bem humorado. Sempre elogiando, sorrindo, falando alguma bobeira pra você rir... Deixa o clima leve e gostosinho.

H | Hair (Cabelo)

Sempre muito bem aparadinho. Não é depilado como o resto do corpo, mas baixinho, e muito bem aparadinho.

I | Intimacy (O quão íntimo ele é no momento?)

MUITO. Você sente que são um só naquele momento, e ele faz questão de te elogiar, te beijar, dizer que te ama demais. Parece até que o mundo para pra vocês dois.

J | Jerk Off (Masturbação)

Não liga muito, prefere fazer com você. Mas se está longe, viajando com time, ou visitando a Coréia e você não tá junto, aí ele bate uma, mas nada muito frequente também.

K | Kinks (Fetiches)

Breeding fuckin' kink. TOTALMENTE! Bastante Praise também, ele é manhoso e dengosinho, gosta de elogiar, e de ser elogiado.

L | Location (Locais preferidos pra transar)

Cama, banho, sofá da sala de televisão de vocês, e tem o fetiche secreto de um dia transar escondido em um local público. Ele não liga muito pro lugar, só gosta da coisa em si.

M | Motivation (O que o provoca, e o deixa excitado?)

Você andando só de calcinha e pijama pela casa. Fazer carinho no pescoço dele, abraçar você por trás... Sonny fica excitado por quase tudo, na real, que envolva você, claro.

N | No (Algo que ele não faria durante o sexo)

Machucar você, ou te degradar. Ele não curte muito degradação não.

O | Oral (Dar, ou receber?)

Os dois. Ama chupar você, poderia passar horas assim, mas também adora como você fica suada e vermelhinha ajoelhada pra ele.

P | Pace (Ritmo)

Gosta de tudo lentinho, manhoso, carinhosinho, aquela coisa quase torturante.

Q | Quickie (Prefere rapidinhas, ou uma relação mais longa?)

Como disse, ele gosta da coisa em si. Então não se importa se vai durar muito, se vai ser rápido... Se ele tiver a oportunidade de transar com você, ele se sente no lucro.

R | Risk (O quão experimental ele é em relação à coisas novas?)

Não se importa muito. Então se você tem uma ideia, ele acata, e faz.

S | Stamina (Quanto tempo ele dura?)

Ele é treinado pra ficar 90 minutos em campo. Só digo isso.

T | Toys (Brinquedinhos)

Não é muito fã. Acha que tira a intimidade da coisa. Ele é suficiente.

U | Unfair (É sempre dar e receber, ou às vezes só receber?)

Prefere dar. Te trata sempre como rainha, gosta que tudo seja sobre você. Mas não se importa caso ele chegue chateado após um jogo ruim, e você dê uma mamadinha só pra ele ficar feliz rsssss

V | Volume (O quão alto ele é durante a relação?)

Muita coisa. Geme demais, respira fundo demais, fala demais, e você adora. Ele é MUITO vocal, geme manhosinho.

W | Wearing (O que ele gosta que você vista?)

As camisas dele. Só. Acha fofo, e sexy.

X | X-Ray (Tamanho)

Grande. Grosso. Cabeça vermelhinha, e tem uma pintinha fofa no comprimento.

Y | Yearning (O quão alto é o desejo sexual dele por você?)

Tudo que você faz, tudo que você fala, ele secretamente malicia. É alto DEMAIS.

Z | Zzz (Quão rápido ele dorme pós sexo?)

Não muito. Ele gosta de ficar conversando, ficar fazendo carinho... Gosta de comer antes de dormir também, já que transar dá fome no nenê.

ne que eu postei?

gente, fiz esse nsfw alphabet baseado no que a @moonarchiv fez com o markinhos, pq eu não sabia mt bem fazer kkkkk espero que gostem

beiju ❤️

[mo-ali-m]

Ultimamente só tô gostando dos cara meio...

Teeth

Player: Virgil Van Dijk

Warnings: rough sex, choking, spanking, language, name calling, possessiveness, domination. 18+ only please.

Continuar lendo

[mo-ali-m]

Ô Deus, pq fizeste um homem desse se eu não posso sentar?

Estou completamente obcecada pelo jeito que vc escreve o Sonny, é simplesmente perfeito ajslajslaksl poderia fazer um smut dele com praise kink, em que ele sabe o quanto você ama quando ele te mima/elogia? 🥺🙏🏻

Netflix and Chill w. Son Heung-Min

claro, meu amor! tá aí, espero que goste. ainda bem que não sou a única surtando por esse vacilão kkkkkkkkk

avisos: praise kink, sexo sem proteção, a autora pode morrer de amores a qualquer momento.

— Isso, linda... Continua... — era o que Sonny dizia, enquanto você quicava repetidas vezes em seu colo.

Estavam assistindo à uma série qualquer, mas no meio dela, Heung-Min decidiu que existiam coisas mais interessantes a serem feitas.

A sala estava escura, apenas a televisão iluminando seus corpos. Ambos já tinham gozado uma vez, e Sonny ao menos fez questão de sair de dentro de você para iniciar o segundo round. Só te colocou por cima, e pediu que você rebolasse, e sentasse.

A pele alva dele brilhava, com as gotículas de suor descendo por sua testa. O cenho franzido era um charme a mais, sabia que ele estava sensível, por isso a manha.

"Sonny", você geme. Sabe que ele gosta que você seja vocal. Sorri, quase safada, quando vê ele mordendo os lábios de olhinhos fechados em resposta.

— Gostosa... Você é tudo pra mim, tudo pra mim. — ele murmura, meio desconexo pela proximidade ao segundo orgasmo. — Que bucetinha gostosa, caralho!

— Ei, seu boca suja. — murmura selando os lábios dele, e ele ri fraquinho.

— Você me deixa assim. Vontade de largar tudo e passar o dia inteiro dentro de você. — ele diz. Seu ego infla, os olhinhos brilham, ruboriza um pouquinho e tenta esconder o rosto com as mãos, e ele tira.

— Não, não. Eu quero ver essa carinha bonita gozando. — aumenta a velocidade. Nem ele mesmo aguenta, e desta vez, ao contrário da primeira, goza antes que você, jorrando não tanto mais como o round I.

A sensação é gostosa, o rosto dele sentindo prazer é o suficiente para que você goze novamente, os tornando uma bagunça de corpos melados e cansados.

Mas ele não desiste. Como você sabe? Ele segura sua cintura quando você faz menção de levantar, e te puxa novamente para seu colo.

— Não não. Pelo menos hoje vou realizar meu desejo, e passar o dia inteiro transando com você.

beiju ❤️

(pedidos abertos, hein)

[mo-ali-m]

Kylian pode ser um cretino às vezes? Sim! Mas eu esqueço isso rapidamente quando vejo algo relacionado a ele...o cara é mais que sentável, sinto mt

[mo-ali-m]

Tô vendo muita putaria futebolística ultimamente....vou escrever com eles tbm, fds

[mo-ali-m]

Gente....de repente percebi que voltei a ser fanática por futebol, como alguns anos atrás.....mas agora é mt boy de times diferentes para acompanhar, eu não aguento maaaaaisss

[mo-ali-m]

Hi tee, Welcome to tumblr! I really loved you Richarlison work, and was wondering if you could please do another one like that where he gets more possessive after he sees the reader in his shirt or something? Thank you so much!

NUMBER 9

pairing: richarlison x reader

summary: It’s game day. Y/N proudly represents her boyfriend’s jersey, not realising just how much it means to him and the risks that come with wearing the No.9.

author’s note: my first request! sorry it took a bit long, i wanted it to be perfect :) hope you like it!! possessive richarlison!! comments/feedback are appreciated <3

Game day. It was the day he’s been preparing for what seemed like decades. I hated and loved it. Hated the trepidation and suspense that came with it, but there was nothing I loved more than being in his shirt, seeing him score a goal and have the whole entire stadium erupt. In this game so far, it was 3 - 2 to Tottenham, with one goal and one assist from Richarlison. The match was brutal, those three goals were not achieved easily. It was as clear as day that Richarlison was being targeted. Every time he landed on the floor, I winced, sending shockwaves to my heart;  As if it was my very own skin being grazed against the stadium grass. I could tell he was getting exasperated, his plays slowly becoming more barbarous as the minutes went on. It was a matter of time before he was sent off. 

Suddenly, at the 87th minute, the opposing team scores an equaliser changing the whole trajectory of the game. My hands cover my face in vexation, in absolute disbelief at the goal just scored. The unpredictability of this sport never failed to amaze me. Added time with a total of 6 minutes commenced, leaving just enough time for a winning goal. Barely seconds into the added time, Richarlison was getting substituted, which I knew he wouldn’t receive well. As soon as he reached the bench. He was kicking stray water bottles around and ultimately causing a commotion for the cameras to capture. He sat down, his jersey over his face leaning back towards the sky. It was as if I knew his exact thought processes at this moment.

Luckily, where I was sitting was close to the pitch, so it would be much easier to reach him after the game. In the blink of an eye, the game ended, with Spurs losing 3 - 4. It was a heart-rending  ending after an extensive game. As soon as the whistle was blown, the crowd went wild, partially cheering, partially maddened. Suddenly, I became wary of my surroundings, as although I was near many guards, the other team's supporters severely outnumbered us and began to get frenzied. The dark blue nine that laid upon my back translated to a big glowing red target for hurling abuse. Panic flooded my senses as I wanted to get out of this as soon as possible. I wanted to signal for him but the team was coming out in a completely different way, leaving me to rely completely on the guards beside me.

Eventually, we managed to get out and landed in a completely different place. I was placed in a hallway waiting for Richarlison to come out and meet me. I was uneasy, flurried and extremely tense right now, all I wanted was to be with him. Out of nowhere, an arm snakes around my shoulder, and I immediately knew it wasn’t who I wanted it to be. His grip was tight and he reeked of nauseating alcohol. Probably already pre- celebrating his team's win. I tried to detach his fingers off my shoulder but they snapped back on like a silicone snap on watch. I tried to leave completely, but he was clearly stronger than me. I looked around trying to seek help from bystanders, but of course there was no one. I’ve never felt so helpless. I looked down in shame and I was reminded of the jersey I was wearing. The player leaned into me, saying “What’s your name?” Silence. “Come on, don’t be shy. What's your name?” 

I hang my head low, before I hear someone say, ”I’m giving you three seconds to get your hands off my girl.” I look back seeing him, more agitated than ever, standing across from us in the hallway. I let out a breath of relief as his grip loosened and I practically ran to Richarlison. I hold him, shaken up at the current events. He hugs me, my visage facing his chest as he tightly cradles my head. He calls out to the other guy, saying “Never put your hands on her again. Or I will kill you.” My heart sank to my stomach, as he departed from my grasp swiftly, and made his way towards the player. He was trying to defend himself, but Richarlison wasn’t falling for his excuses. Embarrassment washes over me, as I wish that I was home curled up in my warm bed right now, anywhere else but here. I’m curious to see what Rich has planned, so I stay quiet.

In a very abrupt manner, Rich grabs the collar of the player's shirt, and uses it to slam him against the wall. I gasp unknowingly in shock. Rich begins to warn him about his actions. “You see a pretty girl and you get entitled? Do you feel good harassing girls like her? Huh? Know what is yours, and know what is mine. E aquela linda garota lá definitivamente não é sua. (And that beautiful girl over there, is definitely not yours.) In short, if I ever see you again, you’ll get more than a little shove to the wall, você entende? (You understand?)” He finishes, releasing the boy from his hands. He looks up at Rich in an apologetic manner, and walks back to his team changing room quickly.

In the midst of walking, Richarlison calls out to him, “Wait, I’m not done with you.” He curls his index finger, beckoning him to come back. Shamefully, he walks back to him. An amused smirk is plastered on Rich’s face. “Tell her you’re sorry, or I will go into that changing room and announce to your teammates that you like to harass women in your free time. Then, I will go to your manager and give him a couple reasons to rethink your future in the team. Or, you could just apologise. Your choice.”

I roll my eyes at his sensationalism and wait for an apology nonetheless. He mumbles a feeble apology and practically runs back to his teammates. As he slips behind the door, Rich reassures me, “Don’t worry, I’m still telling his manager.” 

He engulfs me in a yearnful hug, holding me tighter than ever before. “Meu anjo, I’m so sorry.” He kisses the top of my head and leads me out with his arm over my shoulder, and his hands interlocked with my fingers. Once we finally got into his car, I finally stopped tensing and began to allow myself to be at ease. Comfortable silence filled the car, and sleep was catching up on me before Richarlison gently tilted my jaw to him and whispered, “Meu número nove. You look so good in my shirt.”

[mo-ali-m]

Blz...prometi, cumpri e fiz mais do que deveria....pintei o cabelo de vermelho e passei a tesoura no estilo de corte que poderia me descrever perfeitamente como uma cafetina dos anos 70/80....minha nuca tá quase peladinha mds

[mo-ali-m]

Eu adoro as voltas q o mundo dá mds....esse gostinho é delicioso rapaz

muito bom ver o mbappé perdendo depois dele ter criticado o futebol da américa do sul

[mo-ali-m]

VAI FILHA DE UMA PUTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

VOU PINTAR DE VERMELHO ESSA PORRA DE NOVO

MESSI SEU LINDO, DYBALA GOSTOSOOOOOOOO

[mo-ali-m]

Vsfd eu tô me tremendo. Messiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

[mo-ali-m]

Jurei q não retomaria o vermelho do cabelo, mas se o Messi levar a taça eu faço.....