#YAY FOR AFTERCARE AS WELL

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⟢ — ❝ 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 ❞

pairing — hwang in-ho x barista!reader

synopsis — in-ho phones your number almost immediately and the two of you hit it off quite quickly with the night ending with you in his bed.

warnings — nsfw, porn with plot, dacryphilia, he gets FREAKY (not really), dom in-ho, sub reader, he wants that cookie so effing bad, age gap, 40��s in-ho, 20’s reader, soft in-ho, aftercare yay, sort of proof-read so might have mistakes

wc — 1.5k

AN — now why’d i disappear like that 🌚, anywaysss i think it was very obvious that smut would win in the poll so here it is! it’s a bit rushed as i wanted this out of my drafts but i hope you guys still enjoy it. (this is my 2nd time writing smut and publishing it so forgive me for any mistakes 😭 SEND REQUESTS TO FEED THE BEAST) this is part two to this

it had taken a day before in-ho caved in and called your number, his phone pressed against his ear as he held a breath he didn’t even know he was holding in until you picked up.

“hello?”

in-ho was speechless, staying quiet until he finally found his voice and spoke up.

"y/n. this is-"

"in-ho, i know, i can recognise your voice." you interrupted and in-ho could just tell there was a grin on your face even if he couldn't see it. "it hasn't even been two days and you already called my number? i thought you would give it a week at least. miss me that much?"

in-ho was quiet again as he listened to your teasing before he spoke up in his hoarse tone. "yes." he admitted and there was silence on the other line before he heard you chuckle.

"¡ was not expecting you to admit that."

"neither did i."

“so, anything i can help you with?”

he was silent again, pondering in his mind. why did he call you? he obviously couldn’t just blurt out that he wanted to hear your voice even though he did just admit that he misses you and so he quickly came up with an excuse.

“i bought a new coffee machine and i need help with it.”

in-ho internally sighed as the words left his mouth before he could even think properly.

“ah, sure, i can help with that. just…give me an hour or so, im still on my shift.”

he nodded and quickly assured you it was fine. the call ended as you both said goodbye to each other and in-ho texted you his address.

great, now he had an hour to go out and buy a new coffee machine

upon your arrival, you eyed the fancy lobby and hallway as you made you way to the penthouse, knocking on the door.

a few shuffling could be heard behind the door as well as in-ho cursing before he opened the door. you smiled and gave him a little wave.

“hi!” in-ho nearly gushed at your voice and felt as if he was blessed by the gods himself for being in your presence. he was down bad.

“y/n, you look pretty.”

“really? y’know, this is just what I wear to work.” you giggled but came into the apartment, missing the way in-ho had became pink as he quickly closed the door behind you.

“so, new coffee machine huh?”

“oh—yes, right here.”

you followed after him as he lead you into the kitchen, a newly-looking coffee machine on his counter. “usually coffee machines would could with instructions…” you teased, raising a brow and smiling at him.

in-ho only chuckled, albeit a bit nervously. he clicked his tongue and quickly thought of a lie. “well, i threw the box away after taking it out.”

“ah, i see, well, it really isn’t that hard…” in-ho watched as you trailed off and checked out the coffee machine.

it only took ten minutes before you were finished and had set the machine where his old one was. in-ho admiring you as you did.

“your old machine looks pretty good though, why the new one?”

“…im giving it to a family member.” he lied, acting as if he totally didn’t buy a new one just because he lied off his ass to get you to come over.

you nodded in understanding and silence filled the room again before you spoke up. “well, i guess i should get going now—”

“wait!— i, uh, also need your help with something else.”

“oh?”

“…do you have any experience with cats?”

“this is ji-ji, i only adopted her…a week ago.” a siamese cat was sat in front of both you and in-ho meowing at the two of you. “im new to um, cats—well, i never had one before so im not sure if i have the right stuff for her…”

in-ho lied once again. he fumbled with his words like a fool and his cat only glared at him as if understanding his words. he had this damn cat for years now.

“mm, by the looks of it, you have quite the right items for her, that’s good.” you smiled, reaching a hand to pet the cat. in-ho nodded along and a small smug smile was plastered on his face as if proud you were telling him he was a perfect cat owner—even though he knew very well he had the right items for his cat.

“im glad, i was worried that i was missing anything important she needed…” he stopped, noticing how taken you were with the cat, cooing and petting her as if she was your own cat.

“she’s a cutie, just like her owner.” you kissed the cats forehead, ignoring how you made in-ho freeze and stare off in the distance with a confused look, pink on his cheeks once again.

meanwhile in-ho was lost in his head. he was a fearless man, a man who commanded obedience and authority, never did he think he would be called cute—was that how you saw him? that can’t be right.

he doesn’t want to be seen as a vulnerable figure— especially not by you. he cleared his throat and spoke up, his voice laced with nonchalance and seemed a bit more…deeper.

“would you like to stay for dinner?” he questioned, looking at you with his cold, stern glare again.

“sure, why not?”

he immediately softened at your answer, not expecting you to actually accept and was back to being a love-sick fool.

you don’t know how it happened, but it did somehow. you were just eating dinner with in-ho, having small talk with him and next thing you know, your pushed down onto a bed, clothes being ripped off as in-ho kissed down your neck.

“you’re perfect.” he purred, his tone raspy and deep that had your knees weak and your panties soaked.

his hand found its way to your panties as he chuckled at the feeling of the wet pool gathering. “so wet for me, do i really have that big of a effect on you?”

you nodded and nearly moaned as he rubbed against your panties, mouth against yours now. he bit down on your bottom lip for entry and you quickly opened your mouth, his tongue finding way inside.

his cock was hard and throbbing against his trousers, almost begging to be let out. he slid your panties off and unbuckled his own pants, taking them off along with his boxers as he did.

“in-ho, please—”

“shh, i know, sweetheart…” he quickly interrupted you and rubbed his cock against your wet folds, a strangled moan leavint him. “you’re so small against me.” he chuckled and you could only look at him with lust in your half-lidded eyes.

a loud moan left you when he suddenly thrusted into you and continued, not allowing you to adjust to his thickness. in-ho growled into your ear his pace fastening.

“oh, yesyesyes!” you cried out in pleasure, tears running down your face and in-ho only shuddered at the sight, kissing your tears away, his cock somehow getting harder inside you. “in-ho…”

you were so blissed out and in-ho was getting so turned on. you looked beautiful. a messy sight you were yet you always managed to look good, no matter what.

his balls tightened and his cock twitched as he thrusted, letting out a rumbling groan into your neck. “‘m gonna cum…”

he didn’t even know if you managed to process his words but he kept going before his hips stuttered and he groaned, thrusts turning sloppy as he came.

your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head the feeling of hot spurts of his cum coating your insides had your legs shaking, even as your own orgasm overcame you.

silence quickly fell over the room, the only sound being heard coming from both of you were your heavy breaths. “you’re perfect…” in-ho murmured again, placing a tender kiss on your forehead as he gently pulled out, leaving you missing the warmth he provided.

he made sure you were comfortable on the bed before leaving and coming back with a warm towel, gently cleaning in between your thighs before sliding your panties back on. “do you want some hot chocolate?…”

you paused and furrowed your brows before glancing at him. “i usually don’t get offered hot chocolate after having sex.” you mused, a smile pulling at your lips as his cheeks flushed yet again. “i’d like some.”

in-ho nodded and got up, making his way to the kitchen. after a few minutes, he returned with two mugs and placed one in your hands. “be careful, it’s hot.”

“well i’d hope so.”

he chuckled and laid beside you, pulling the blankets to cover both of you. you sipped on the hot chocolate, letting out a small sound of pleasure.

“this is really good.”

“is it?”

“mhm, maybe you could help me with my shifts back at the bar.” you claimed with a giggle, leaning closer to him and resting your head on his shoulder. in-ho’s heart melted and with his other hand, he held yours, a small hum coming from as he sipped on his own hot chocolate.

“maybe i could.”

[enh2pen]

aftercare w/ enhypen hyung line

0.6k - hyung line (separate) x gn reader

suggestive themes ofc but nothing explicit, mentions of reader being a bottom.

an: first enha post yayyy have a good read!! mwah <3

heeseung

i think he’d do the bare minimum tbh… like not in a lazy way but the man’s tired he just wants to chill for a minute. when you are both done, he’d clean you up if needed and probably lay with you for a minute, cuddling and recovering his energy. i think he’d really like that moment after sex, being close to you and not really talking or doing anything, just feeling your warmth and holding or being held by you. as i said he’d do the bare minimum but it all came from a place of love! maybe he wouldn't have food ready for you or a bubble bath running but he’d carry you to the bathroom, would help you shower if you felt too lazy or tired, tell you to pick something the two of you to watch while he’s in the kitchen making something quick for the two of you to eat, small and considerate stuff like that.

jay

not that into it for the cuddles or physical part but i think he’d do it for the emotional aspect yk? especially if you like/need aftercare. like he doesn't really like cuddling after but he wants to be close to you because of the intimacy and to make you happy. he’d be pretty hands on with the hygiene i think, having wet wipes on the bedside table and rushing to get you both into the shower/bath. as i said he’d be more into the emotional part of aftercare, would check up on you if he had been rough, tell you he loves you and lots of other sweet stuff, make sure he didn't overwhelm you etc. would cook you whatever you wanted at the moment and if you’re not sure he’d just make one of your favorite foods i think, jay gives me acts of service vibes so yeah whatever you wanted after sex he’d give it to you esp if it’s more dick yay!

jake

would get soo clingy and just lay on top of you without even removing himself from inside you loll even if he’s not the clingiest usually, he’d be glued to you after sex. probably wouldn't even want to clean up before cuddling lol but that nasty so he now keeps a box of wet wipes next to the bed and just hands it to you before collapsing to the bed. would lay with you for the longest time, really, probably just gets up when you need to pee and go to the bathroom, with him following you and deciding it’s finally time to clean up and keep his life going. honestly if it was up to him he wouldn't really tidy up, make something to eat or anything like that, but if it matters to you then he'd do it, either by himself or would help you with those things.

sunghoon

to me he seems to not care about aftercare at all loll like he can live perfectly without it. sometimes he may want to cuddle and stay close for a bit but that’s it. when you’re done he’d probably tidy up a bit then go and do his own thing but always including you yk? doesn't matter if he’s showering, eating or going ice skating lol, he’d always ask if you want to join him. but honestly i think that’s just something he’d always do, not only after sex so there’s that. but well if you want to cuddle after sex or if you need him to spend a while with you being sweet and all he’d do that without complaining, he just wants to make you happy. i think that as soon as you guys become intimate he’d ask what you preferred to do for aftercare and just go with it yk, whatever your answer is he will comply with a smile on his face.

[bunny-jpeg]

hey king, i love you work! could i get pull-apart bread, fried dough, nanaimo bars, with a side of sparkling water, another glass of water, cider, and an irish coffee with lando norris please? <3

bakery menu

want to submit your own order? then hit up the menu (yay), there are tons of great things to order and i'd love to whip up some orders for you! thank you to the support of everyone and i hope you love this!

pull-apart bread: "i love you" + fried dough: "i know virginity is a stupid concept... but i want to take yours." + nanaimo bars: "who's my pretty girl? c'mon say it." + sparkling water: gentle sex + glass of water: aftercare + cider: body worship + irish coffee: high sex

cw: smut/pwp, established relationship, virgin!reader, body worship & compliments, gentle sex, body worship, recreational drug use, high sex,

it was saturday night during the off-season. it was past the new year and you were getting ready for another year. you had high expectations for yourself just as lando did for himself. he wanted to win and you wanted to graduate with honours. these seemed like reasonable goals, but life could be tricky.

regardless, you were at lando's flat for the evening. and you had something important to ask your boyfriend of the last several months. if he'd finally have sex with you and take your virginity.

you knew virginity was stupid. the concept was dumb, the morality associated with it was even dumber. but, you still wanted your first time to be with someone special.

so while over a shared joint with your boyfriend did you find the courage to ask him to pop your cherry. you held the joint in your hand and got into his lap. your legs straddled his as you looked at him with a slight pout to your lip.

his eyes were rimmed red, but he looked beautiful. he was always stunning in a way that turned heads. considered one of the most handsome people on the track.

"lando." you said as you took another drag of the smoke. you then swallowed and asked, "can we... fuck?"

he was taken aback for a moment, "you want to what now?" he asked as he looked up at you and beamed, "you want to fuck?"

you nodded, confidence filled your chest, "i want you, lando. i want to feel and taste you all over. i want you to take my virginity."

he broke into a massive grin, "you gotta be kidding me, beautiful. nah, nah."

you held onto the front of his shirt with your free hand and replied with a nod, "i want you, lando. i want you so badly."

without thinking, he laid a smack on your ass as a joke and when you tensed up and moaned. the noise went straight to his cock and it prodded against you.

he took the joint from you and stamped it out before he said, "well, lead the way, baby girl." then when you got off of him, you took him by the hand and led him to the bedroom.

he could feel the leap in his pulse as you got him into the bedroom. then your hands were up his shirt. was a sexy little thing, you were trying to pull the moves on him. and in total fairness. it was working.

"let's get you out of these." he said as he pulled your t-shirt over your head an exposed your beautiful breasts to him. he could spend hours sucking and playing with them. but that would have to be for another time. he could feel the leap in his pulse as the sight of you. he helped you get his t-shirt off and eventually you two were naked together in his bedroom.

with wobbly legs you got into bed. you laid on your back and softly patted the spot beside you. oh, it was cute. you were so painfully cute, even when you were trying to be sexy.

he jokingly said as he stroked his cock a little, "i know virginity is a stupid concept... but i want to take yours." then broke into another stupid grin, "because you're my pretty girl and my pretty girls deserves pretty things." he got into bed with you and wrapped his arms around you.

you squirmed, "lando!" you could feel his painfully hard erection against your back side. he even rubbed the messy tip up against your skin which made him shudder.

"who's my pretty girl? c'mon say it. i know you can say it!" he said as his hands groped at your breasts tenderly, a little foreplay never killed anyone. his fingers toyed with your nipples and the neediness between your legs grew.

your core throbbed with need, only made worse by the drug in your system. you knew that being stoned made you horny, but this was a whole other thing. you whimpered, "i'm your pretty girl. only yours."

"that's what i like to hear. mmm, you're so good for me." he got away from you and placed you on your back once more. he admired the shape of your breasts and the little bit of softness in your stomach.

"please lando. i love you."

"and i love you too, so much." he replied with a smile. he could feel the throb of highness in his brain mixed with the heated need for you. this felt perfect. it all felt perfect, he couldn't put it into proper words. but he knew he wanted and he trusted this was what you wanted as well.

he slowly got himself inside of you, his cock pushed as far as it would go. it made him shudder as he felt the surge of pleasure in your gut. his pulse leaped as he held your legs and started to move against you. he was taking your virginity. the thought almost made him cum right then and there. you were so sweet, to pure for him. he would be your first, and you're only.

you already had his entire heart and soul.

he started to rock his hips against you. keeping his cock inside of you as he rubbed against your softest parts. he watched you squirm under his touch. his hands were on either side of you as he moved.

his chest was close to yours with his gold necklace hung past him. the metal shined in the bedroom light. he moved against you, he groaned a little bit as he picked up a bit of pace, "fuck, you're beautiful. everything about you. you drive me crazy."

you replied, "please, lando."

"can't help it. i lucked out with you. fuck, i love you so much." he was gentle, but his pace was quick. he wasn't bruising your insides thankfully and you as a result moaned loudly as the feeling coursing through your body.

when he worshiped your body, you always felt the blush down to your feet. it was painfully sweet, his words were so sweet in your ear. he wanted to make sure that you knew that you were the only one for him. that you were only for him and he was only for you.

"please, lando."

"you sound so pretty. so needy. i bet you wanted this for a while. to feel as close to me as you could." he praised you, "i wish you said something sooner. i could've planned something more special than weed." he was still a little hazy in the brain and his words came tumbling out. you whined and squirmed a little bit at the feeling of him against you.

his cock filled you in such a perfect way that you couldn't help it. you felt the thrill of pleasure. his kisses became lazier as he dressed his cock up against your most sensitive areas.

"it feels really good, lando." you said. the high in your brain amplified everything as the two of your made love rather than a quick fuck. it was a perfect first time.

the pace built up and soon you were feeling the heat all over. the excitement in your gut as he moved against you. you reached for him and held onto his shoulders while he moved against you. his heart was hammering in the back of his mind while he moved up against you. you felt the heat in your cheeks to your toes and it wasn't long before you felt the need to climax.

"i want you always." he said, "now and forever." the kisses he laid were hotter and heavier. he felt your nails in his shoulders as you clenched around him and climaxed.

you came with a loud moan, the pleasure throbbed in your mind as he rapidly fucked you. it all felt painfully arousing. the feeling of you on him. the heat between you two. nothing else could've driven lando into almost madness.

he continued his thrusts, making sure he hit against your sweet spots in just the right way. you were painfully perfect and he enjoyed it. soon he got himself all the way inside of you with a loud groan as he finished inside of you. you arched your back and moaned a little louder.

his pace eventually slowed to a stop and lando took you by the face. he kissed across your nose lovingly, even while he was out of breath. "how was that?"

you nodded, blissed out on the hot feeling. you shifted a little and he panted heavily. he pulled out of you and went to go find his clothes along with yours. you laid there in a comfortable ecstasy. the flood of pleasure coursed through you slowly.

you felt on cloud nine for a brief moment. your attention was brought to lando who had put your clothes onto then bed for when you felt like getting dressed.

"do you need any, beautiful." he said.

you shook your head, "nothing for now. just your cuddles." then gestured for him to lie next to you. with his shirt and underwear on, he got into bed with you and pulled you against him lovingly.

"there's my beautiful girl." he praised, "so beautiful, every inch of you is perfect." his tone was lined with utter affection for you. he loved you, he adored you.

and for now he was going to stay curled up beside you until you came back to reality. <3

[theangeltopaz]

“BLOOD ON THE ALTAR.”

SYNOPSIS. You’re Sydney’s best friend. He loves you, but he can’t have you due to his faith. At least that’s what he thinks. However, Sydney is easily convinced otherwise. WC. 4.5k

CONTENT. SubBot!Sydney the Faithful x DomTop!Male Reader, taller and stronger reader, starts a little bit angsty, they’re best friends but have some sort of unrequited love going on, virginity loss, Sydney has a bit of a voice kink, religious (Christian specifically) references and themes, somewhat public sex (yall fuck in a secluded corner of the library), Sydney does not have a chastity belt or anything because I felt like it, might be ooc Syd, oral (char. giving), hair pulling, cumming untouched, anal (char. receiving), wall sex, a little tiny bit of masochism on Sydney’s part, mindfuck, no written aftercare but it does happen

AUTHOR’S NOTE. Yay! New fic! Yet another one I wrote whilst listening to music, Ethel Cain and Heathers this time. Sorry this took so long, I kept procrastinating plus it’s exam time. Enjoy!

       Sydney glances at you as your fingers idly trace the rough pages of the book in your hands, a copy of Paradise Lost that’s been in the library for God knows how long. Your dulcet voice floated through the room whilst he was simply getting some things in order, making sure people had returned their books on time and in the right condition.

       Finishing reading aloud the chapter you were currently on, you slid the book back onto the shelf it was retrieved from. Sydney continued typing on the computer, but he was distracted by your absentminded humming as you picked books at random to look at. Your fingers ran down the spine of the one you were currently holding, some sort of fantasy novel.

       Sydney couldn’t help but notice that you always had a certain sort of grace to you. Not grace as in someone who was dainty or delicate, more so someone well versed in a practice. You walked with purpose whilst still looking enrapturing. You placed the book back in its proper place, looking back at Sydney. “Y’know, you’re staring.”

       “Oh, yeah! Sorry, I was just distracted by your humming. You have a very beautiful voice.” He could feel a red glow rising on his cheeks. You radiated sin, and yet Sydney couldn’t help but be drawn to you. He wanted to say it was just a desire to purify you and bring you into the temple, but he knew well it was much more than that. You both had similar interests, and you would make for a good friend, a good partner, if only you were holy. 

       You were unfairly attractive, but Sydney wasn’t going to allow himself to just fall into a relationship like that. Especially not with someone who was as sinful as you were currently.

       You laughed. Your voice was that of an angel whilst simultaneously being that of something so much more sacrilegious. “Thank you, Sydney. It’s not the first time you’ve said that though.” Your tone was laden with something. As to what it was, Sydney couldn’t quite tell. You were fairly apt at concealing your emotions, only expressing what you wished to.

        You began walking towards the library counter, where Sydney was stationed. In turn, he attempted to seem busy, like he wasn’t so utterly focused on you. Your boots padded softly against the carpeted floor as you approached the counter. 

       You had a certain look in your gleaming eyes, but before Sydney could identify it, you spoke. “Tell me, Sydney.” you had said, tapping your fingers against the lacquered wood of the desk,“What do you actually think of me?”

       “W-What?” Sydney was caught off guard by the nature of your question. He hoped the lighting in the library was dim enough to hide the evident blush on his face. Sure, he did think of you more than he should in a way he should definitely not be, but he didn’t think he was that obvious!

       “You heard me.” 

       You leaned over the counter. 

       Your face was getting dangerously close to Sydney’s.

       Your warm breath fanned over him.

       The strangest part was… he felt no desire to push away when he definitely should have. His heart was pounding—he could hear his blood rushing—and his eyes darted around the room, looking for anything to focus on except for you.

       “Sydney.”

       “I can’t, M/N.” He wanted to kiss you so bad, to confess his affections and give in.

       “I know.” You sighed. You sounded disappointed. He hated that. “What do I need to do?”

       “Come to the Temple with me.”

       “You know I don’t believe in that stuff.”

       The room was silent, so much so you could hear the buzzing of the light fixtures overhead. Your synced breaths were the only sound coming from you two, but Sydney could hear his heart pounding. His vision was getting blurry with tears.

       “I’m sorry, Sydney.” Why were you apologizing? He can’t expect you to meet his every expectation. He wanted so badly to, though. You looked at him with a sincerity in your eyes when you seemed so seductive not long ago

       Sydney felt a crystalline tear slip down his cheek. 

       You gently wiped it away with your thumb.

       He leaned in closer.

       So did you.

       Not before long, your foreheads were pressed together. Sydney’s glasses were pushing into his nose uncomfortably and fogging up slightly, but he didn’t care at this moment. Your limpid eyes were focused on him. His breath mixed with yours. 

       It felt like time had stood still in that moment. Your eyes flicked down to his lips. You sighed and pulled back, much to Sydney’s dismay. Is this not what you wanted? Were you not going to confess to him a moment ago?

       “I can’t do this to you,” you had said. “I don’t want to do anything if I’m not going to end up with you. And I am well aware of how the Temple feels about purity.”

       Sydney hurriedly walked around the counter. He came to a stop right in front of you. His hands were balled into tight fists at his side, his nails digging into the palms of his hands.

       “I… If you want me, you can have me.”

       Your eyes widened, you were clearly shocked. “Sydney, that’s… are you sure? Can’t you get punished for that?”

       “Not in this situation, if you… fuck me. Just, please.”

       You sighed, your eyes trailing off somewhere that you were thoughtfully considering your options. Meanwhile, Sydney was staring up at you, awaiting your answer. Only a moment ago were you so eager, and now you were going to think about it.

       Your eyes met Sydney’s again, pretty and crystal clear. Oh, how he loved when those eyes were focused on him. You interrupted the silence that had settled between you two. Maybe it was only a few seconds that you were thinking, but it felt like hours had passed to Sydney. “Where’s the most private part of the library?”

       “Here,” Sydney said, grabbing your hand and leading you to the most isolated area he could think of: a nook in the back corner with some math books, slightly hidden behind another shelf. He was so, so close to you, his hands resting on your chest. Your hands rested on his waist.

       “I know it’s your first time, so we’re gonna go slow, okay?” You tilted his chin up, since it was a bit harder to see you now that you were so close together. He couldn’t stop thinking about your voice, that almost melodic cadence that could bring him to his knees.

       “Okay…” Although Sydney appreciated that you wanted to be gentle with him, he’s heard you talk about what you’re into. He knew what you were capable of. However, his train of thought was cut short by another question.

       “Can I kiss you?”

       Sydney breathed in sharply, averting his eyes. “Yes.”

       You immediately leaned down, your eyes fluttering closed, and pressed your lips to his, taking Sydney’s first kiss. You kissed slowly, tentatively, taking your time. 

       His eyes closed softly, giving way to the darkness behind his eyelids so he could focus on the feeling of your lips together.. Sydney returned the kiss and pushed his soft lips against yours.

       After a moment of soft kissing, you pulled back. Sydney took a second to breathe, before his eyes met yours and you returned to kissing him. His arms moved to wrap around your neck as you began kissing him with more fervor and with less hesitation.

       One of your arms wrapped around Syd’s waist, while the other trailed up to his hair. You tugged on the strawberry blonde locks, pulling out Sydney’s low ponytail and causing him to let out a small gasp. You took the opportunity to slip your tongue into his mouth as his silky hair suddenly fanned over his back. 

       You tasted like sin, and Sydney couldn’t help but want to partake in you. Your tongue ran over his, eliciting a small whine from him. Sydney’s head was spinning from just a kiss. Is this how it was supposed to feel? Was he supposed to be so enraptured that any thought escaped him in favor of focusing solely on the feeling of your soft lips against his?

       Sydney was a quick learner. He cautiously reciprocated, his tongue sliding into your mouth. He could feel his slacks become a little too tight for comfort.

       You pulled back, lust sparkling in your eyes. In a voice both breathy and seductive, you asked “So, what do you want to do first?”

       That’s how Sydney ended up on his knees, eye level with your crotch, whilst you leaned on one of the bookshelves. His soft hands reached up to the zipper of your straining uniform pants and pulled it down hastily. He then grabbed onto the waistband of your pants and pulled them down too.

       Sydney went wide eyed at the sight before him. Even through your boxers, he could tell you were big. His fingers slipped under the edge of your underwear, and tugged them down.

       Sydney suddenly blushed cerise, only now realizing how real this was. Your half-hard dick was in front of his face and he was about to suck you off. However, your rich voice penetrated his line of thought.

       “Earth to Sydney, you daydreaming down there?” Your hand crept down towards your own dick, stroking it to full hardness. Your hand then moved to Sydney’s chin, your deft fingers tilting his head up.

       “No, just thinking…”

       “Having second thoughts? You sound apprehensive.” And you sound concerned, he thought. Your thoughtfulness was not helping his current situation, as he was squeezing his thighs together to get some sort of friction on his (nearly painfully) hard cock. If you noticed, you didn’t say anything.

       “No… just a little… I’ve never done this before?”

       “Yeah, that’s why I’m here to guide you. Open your mouth.” 

       Sydney did as you asked, rose colored lips parting as your thumb pushed into his mouth. You traced against his teeth, before gently pressing down upon his tongue. He instinctively started sucking your thumb, looking up at you with those pretty amber eyes.

       You removed your thumb from Syd’s mouth, and replaced it with your index and middle finger. Your fingers continued pressing on his tongue, slowly slipping further back into his throat. Sydney eyes widened as you hit his gag reflex. 

       Seeing Sydney’s reaction and realizing this, you pulled your fingers out of his mouth. “You alright?” He nodded his head. “Now don’t try to deepthroat me, it’s your first time. I don’t want you hurting yourself. Use your hands instead.”

       You watched as Sydney took you into his hand, slipping your tip between his parted lips. He slowly took you in deeper, your dick resting heavy on his tongue. It was a bit of a foreign sensation, but not an unwelcome one.

       Sydney slackened his jaw a bit, allowing him to glide more of you into his mouth. He was quickly adjusting to this, as he flattened his tongue against you which caused you to let out a low groan. 

       Your hand found purchase in Sydney’s strawberry blonde locks, as you guided him to begin bobbing his head. He followed dutifully, continuing even when your hand stopped guiding him. In fact, once you lightened your grip on his hair, Sydney began bobbing his head faster. He heard you mutter something along the lines of “Good boy, just like that.”

       Recalling what you had said earlier, Sydney’s hand returned to where it was on your dick. He began stroking you in tandem with the movements of his head. A thunk sounded throughout the small corner you were in as you threw your head back in pleasure.

       Sydney could feel the thrumming of your pulse through the veins on your cock, or maybe that was his own heartbeat pounding in his ears. A salty, almost bitter liquid was leaking from your tip. 

      The mushroom head of your dick was pushing at Sydney’s throat. He felt a desire to take you in even deeper, despite your previous warnings.

      Sydney ultimately decided to take you in farther, even if it was against your original wishes. Once again, he’s overheard conversations you’ve had with others about what you like. He knew you liked guys who took everything you gave. Syd wanted to please you.

       You slipped down Sydney’s throat relatively easily, though not without some struggle. He had to suppress himself from gagging, but the way your grip tightened on his hair and the groans you let out were worth it. He didn’t think you realized, until…

       “Fuck, didn’t I tell you not to do that?” You didn’t sound mad. Instead, you sounded like you were somewhere in between concern and arousal. However, you weren’t complaining, so Sydney kept going.

       Tears built up along Sydney’s waterline as he felt your cock deep in his throat. He had to pause for a second, pulling off a bit to catch his breath, before continuing to bob his head. However, from there, it didn’t take long for you to cum. Sydney felt your grip on his soft strawberry blonde hair tighten as you groaned,“Fuck, Syd, you’re doing so good. Fuck, I’m cumming.”

       As warm, salty cum shot down Sydney’s throat, he felt a certain heat deep in his abdomen unfurling. He moaned around you as he experienced his own climax for the first time. Sydney pulled off, panting in an attempt to capture the breath he had lost. He hadn’t realized it until then, but his face was wet from his own salty tears. His hair was sticking to his skin and his glasses were fogged. His face was the picture of unrighteousness, of sin.

       “Did you just cum untouched?” you said, chuckling gently.

       He nodded his head silently, his face flushed with both embarrassment and arousal.

       You smiled softly. “That’s okay. It’s your first time.” Your gentle hand glided from his hair to his chin, tilting Syd’s face up towards you. His amber eyes glistened with unshed tears through his glasses that were tilted at an odd angle. You fixed them for him before helping him up from where he was on the ground. 

       Your hands came to a resting point on Sydney’s waist as you kissed him softly, only a small peck. Once you pulled back, you said, “Do you want to keep going? We can stop if that was enough for you-”

       “Yes, I do,” Sydney answered confidently, but his voice was a bit sore and shaky from what he had just done. His throat hurt and his pants were beginning to feel a little too tight for comfort once again, despite having just cum.

       Your eyes met his, and a grin crept across your face. “Alright.” You moved suddenly, catching Sydney off guard switching your current positions. He was now pressed against the bookshelves, which were pressing quite uncomfortably into his back, and looking up at you.

      Smug eyes ran unashamedly down Sydney’s body, which his school uniform was doing absolutely no favors. You seemed displeased by this, and quickly took to remedying it. 

      As Syd’s lips met yours in an unexpectedly fiery kiss, your hands lept to the edge of his blazer and all but ripped it off him. In Sydney’s mind, you only seemed to have one mission: completely dishevel him. And you were currently succeeding. Quite rapidly, too.

      Pieces of both Sydney’s and your uniform ended up thrown against bookshelves and into nondescript corners until you were bare and Sydney was in his boxers. You pulled back to look down at him, admire him. A light flush crossed your face. This was the most he’s been unclothed in front of someone, other than those from the Temple. 

       The strawberry blonde instinctively moved to cover himself, his arms wrapping around his freckled body. A deep flush of cerise—from shame or embarrassment or quite possibly lust—coated Sydney’s cheeks and spread down his neck. His amber eyes shifted nervously, in an attempt to avoid your scrutinizing gaze.

       “You’re sure you want to continue?” Worry riddled your dulcet voice. Your hand came up to Sydney’s face and tilted his head up so he wouldn’t look away. He blushed harder, definitely from shame this time. Your eyes gazed into his, with some soft emotion shining in them.

       “Yes,” Sydney said firmly, and, hesitating slightly, dropped his arms from his lithe body, instead wrapping them around your neck. “I’m sorry, I’m just… a little nervous.”

       “Hey, that’s okay, it’s normal for your first time. So you’re sure about this?” Your gentle words coaxed a wide smile from him.

       “Yes.”

       “Then, may I remove these?” You punctuated your words with the slow, gentle glide of your fingers, which were now just above the waistband of his already cum-soaked boxers. Sydney shivered in both delight and anticipation for what was to come. He nodded his head eagerly, nearly sighing in relief when you removed his underwear.

       Once the dirty boxers were completely removed, you threw them somewhere in the nook like you had with the rest of your clothes. Sydney‘s blush somehow managed to deepen. His dick was pretty, already hard again and leaking pearlescent precum from the pink tip. 

       “You’re so beautiful, Syd. A shame the Temple tried to hide this.” Sydney muttered a meek thank you in response. The tips of your fingers traced his body, nails raking along his skin and leaving light bits of raised flesh in their wake. Sydney felt his heart flutter at the slight bit of stinging pain. It could almost be described as… pleasurable.

       Your fingers eventually found their way to Sydney’s waist, then further down to his hips, then tracing down towards his erect cock. He moaned as your thumb ran over his slit, being the first time anyone has ever provided stimulation to his dick.

       Sydney’s eyes shot up to meet yours, as they were previously distracted by watching your hands. You had a brazen grin on your face, clearly entertained by his reaction to your antics. The strawberry blonde let out another surprised moan as your hand wrapped around the girth of his dick, gently pumping it.

       Sydney’s hands flew up to your shoulders, his oddly sharp nails digging into bare skin and muscle. Meanwhile, you were collecting the precum that dribbled from his tip and shimmered in the dim light of the library—so pretty, yet part of something so sinful. You coated your fingers in the warm liquid, whilst the other roughly and suddenly gripped his thigh, bringing it up to your hip. Your fingers trailed further down.

       Sydney let out a soft gasp as he felt your fingers tracing his tight, puckered hole. He was clearly caught off guard, since he had been admiring your appearance for the past few moments.

       “Ready?” Despite your expression being riddled with poorly concealed lust, your voice still managed to keep that same gentle, love-filled tone.

       “Yes,” Sydney replied softly, but with confidence. He still felt a little nervous, but your calm tone and demeanor helped to soothe that.

       Beginning with just one finger, you breached his rim. Sydney whined at the foreign but delicious sensation. Many nights had this scenario been the focal point of his late night dreams, but he always suppressed the thought as soon as he awoke because you were his friend and you weren’t part of the Temple. 

       Now, though, Sydney’s fantasy was becoming a reality. As you felt him loosen up a little, you inserted a second finger and performed a small scissoring motion. Even the little bit of stimulation led to Sydney arching his back and pressing his body against yours, spreading drops of precum on both of your stomachs.

       This action only provided more stimulation, since Sydney’s dick was rubbing up against yours. Your groans mixed with his whines as you continued to finger him open. Your other hand was digging in his thighs hard enough to bruise. 

       Whilst still thrusting your fingers in and out of him, you took to attacking Sydney’s neck with your lips and teeth. Blood rushed to the surface of his skin, causing spots of purple and yellow to begin blooming on his neck. Spots he knew he wouldn’t be able to do much to cover, other than wear a turtleneck sweater.

       Sydney let out a high moan as a third finger pushed into him. And when you found his prostate, Sydney’s back somehow arched more into yours. A string of moans continued to escape him as you targeted that spot, words like please and more escaping him. Your low chuckle against the strawberry blonde’s neck only caused him to shiver.

       Sydney didn’t know this could feel this good, that you could make him feel this good. Your dick hasn’t even been in him yet, and he already feels like he’s surpassed Heaven. Your digits continued to push at his prostate as they were thrusted in and out of him.

       Sydney felt a now-familiar knot building in his gut, a sign of an impending orgasm, but then you pulled back from his neck and removed your fingers from him. He whined as he felt that knot slipping away, due to the sudden lack of stimulation.

       “Hey, you’ll be getting something much better soon, okay?” Sydney could barely hear your voice over the sound of his own heart pounding in his ears, but he nodded anyway.

        Suddenly, Sydney found himself being picked up. The hand—that wasn’t already holding his leg up—picked up his other thigh effortlessly. Sydney gripped onto you in a panic as you wrapped his legs around your waist. His nails dug into you in an effort to calm himself, but he couldn’t say this new position wasn’t arousing.

       The way you held the strawberry blonde, an obvious display of the strength you had over him, had his head reeling and his face blushing. Sydney wanted nothing more than for you to manhandle him. Of course, you most likely had only picked him up for easier access. Still, it couldn’t stop Sydney’s desires.

       “I’m gonna push in now, okay?” Your voice somehow managed to break through the deep fog that was now Sydney’s brain. He nodded his head, silently but eagerly.

       However, that silence was broken when the mushroom head of your dick pushed into Sydney. He let out a borderline pornographic moan and buried his nails deeper into the muscles of your back.

       As you pushed in deeper, Sydney could feel salty tears building on his waterline. From pain or pleasure, he wasn’t sure. The stretch burned, but in a way Sydney couldn’t help but enjoy, because he knew you were filling him up in a way he wasn’t able to fathom before this moment.

       Your fingers dug into his thighs, which only added to the muddled cocktail of pain and pleasure that Sydney was currently experiencing. He had abandoned all dignity and was currently relishing in the feeling of the bruises that you were giving him, marks showing that he was yours.

       You bottomed out, now fully buried within Sydney. “Fuck, you’re still so tight,” you groaned out, obviously holding back the urge to completely and utterly ravage him. However, you held back, much to Sydney’s disappointment. 

       Sydney squirmed in your arms, still adjusting to the feeling of being so completely full. His bangs were sticking to his face and his glasses were fogged up, due to the sweat that was dripping from his skin and the heat building between the both of you. 

       “You ready?” you asked, with so much care in your voice that it almost seemed unfit for this setting, where Sydney just wanted you to throw caution to the wind and ruin him. 

       “Yes, please-“ 

       Almost immediately, you pulled out and thrusted deep into Sydney. He was caught off by his own scream of pleasure, once again arching his back into you and throwing his head against the bookshelf behind him.

       You began with a slow and steady pace, but that was already almost too much for Sydney. Each thrust had his glasses tilting and his head spinning. The tears building up in his eyes threatened to spill over, and he was panting in an attempt to catch his breath. 

       As you both gradually began to get more comfortable and speed up, Sydney could feel his mind slipping away. He was simultaneously trying to both squirm away and push himself further on your dick. 

       Sydney’s tip slapped his stomach each time your cock thrusted into him, spreading precum on his abdomen. The smell of sweat and profanity mixed with the preexisting scent of books that may not have been touched in years. 

       Tears began flowing heavily from Sydney’s eyes as he sobbed your name, begging for both more and less. He could feel you losing restraint. Your speed grew faster and Sydney’s moans grew louder.

       The sound of your voice and the pause of your movements brought Sydney back down to Earth for a moment. “You’re doing so good for me, baby. I need you to be a little quieter though, okay? I don’t want anyone else hearing your beautiful voice. That’s all for me.”

       Sydney practically shivered at your sudden possessiveness. The gentle tone of your voice contrasted the roughness of your thrusting not long ago. “Ok-ay…” He hiccuped mid-sentence, or rather mid-word, too fucked out of his mind to fully focus on speaking. 

        As you resumed thrusting into him, Sydney attempted to quiet himself. However, that was so difficult when you were making him feel so good with the perfect mix of roughness and reassurance. So good, in fact, that he never wanted this moment to end. If this is what the Temple was keeping from him—true unity with you, one of his best friends—then he wasn’t sure he wanted to be part of the Temple anymore.

       Each thrust became progressively more erratic as you neared your own orgasm. You groaned, saying “I’m cumming.” Meanwhile, Sydney had already given up on silencing himself. He moaned and whined your name loudly, not caring if anyone could hear. In fact, Sydney was probably so thoroughly fucked that he couldn’t even think about anyone, anything, outside of this very moment. All there was now was he and you.

       The mere thought of remaining with you the rest of eternity—especially in such a sinful way—had Sydney keening. He felt his own orgasm building up within him, his now flushed a deep red.

       Sydney’s eyes screwed shut and he clenched tightly around you as his orgasm washed over him. Sticky cum squirted from his cock, over his stomach and chest and some even reached his chin.

       As his muscles squeezed around your dick, you came deep inside Sydney. He relished in the feeling of your warm cum inside of him. The only thoughts in Sydney’s head were ones of love and lust for you.

       You pulled out of Sydney, but still held him in your arms. You pressed a chaste kiss to his lips, and rested your foreheads together.

       Is this how the first man felt, standing next to his beloved, his fated soulmate? Blood had been spilled now. This rib could not be replaced. Sydney might regret it later, but for now he was satisfied.

       “Now we’re bound forever, r-right?”

       “Yes, Sydney. Now we’re bound forever.”

[mingi-s-dimples]

Movie Night - Hongjoong

KINKTOBER DAY 12, REQ. BY anon

~"gentle sex+ praise w Hongjoong"

pairing: hongjoong x fem!reader

genre: 18+, filth, sweet

summary: watching movies with your lovely boyfriend takes a 180 turn... as he gets a little bit too excited mid-watching.

wc: 2k

warnings: first time sex, all lovey dovey, getting bricked up while watching a movie, consent is hot omfg, protected (yay!), fingering, foreplay, aftercare, completely consensual, praising, pet names, established relationship, for sure forgot something, completely unedited might edit later.

Author's Note: I believe this is the seeetest smut fic I've ever written? Nothing too intense, lovely chemistry and so on... I actually like it tbh. Anon, I hope it's up to your expectations and if not, I'm always going to receive feedback! Be it positive or negative ^^ my requests are open 🤗. Enjoy ,lovie !

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and does not represent the reality of the members in any way.

The night was quiet, save for the soft hum of the television and the occasional pop from the bowl of freshly made popcorn. You and Hongjoong were curled up on the couch, legs tangled comfortably beneath a shared blanket. The room was dimly lit, casting a warm glow over the both of you as the movie played. It was supposed to be a relaxing evening—a movie marathon, your favorite snacks, and the comfort of his arm draped casually over your shoulder.

As the latest movie flickered across the screen, you glanced up at Hongjoong. His usual focus on the screen seemed slightly off tonight, his eyes darting to you more frequently. He was silent, but you could feel the shift in his energy. Your stomach fluttered, not entirely sure what had changed, but knowing something had.

At one point, you shifted to get more comfortable, your body brushing against his. You didn’t think much of it at first, but then you noticed the slight tension in his body. When you glanced down, you saw it—his reaction. Your face heated instantly, and you bit your lip, trying to suppress the sudden wave of embarrassment.

Hongjoong noticed your expression and followed your gaze. He tensed for a moment before giving a soft chuckle, his hand coming up to rub the back of his neck awkwardly.

"I—uh...sorry, I didn’t mean for that to happen," he muttered, the faintest hint of a blush creeping onto his cheeks.

You cleared your throat, trying to laugh it off. "Well...I guess that’s one way to make movie night more interesting."

He smirked, leaning a little closer. "Maybe we could take a break from the movie, then? You know...if you're up for it."

The playful suggestion in his voice made your heart race even more, and despite your flustered state, you couldn’t help but feel a pull of excitement. You met his gaze, feeling a mix of shyness and anticipation.

"Maybe..." you whispered, giving him a teasing smile.

Hongjoong's gaze lingered on you, and the tension between you grew palpable, the air thick with unspoken words. He leaned in slowly, his hand finding yours beneath the blanket, fingers brushing softly against your skin. His touch sent a shiver through you, your breath catching as he closed the distance between your faces.

You felt his warm breath on your lips, your heart pounding in your chest as you searched his eyes for a sign of hesitation. But there was none—just quiet intent and a tenderness that made your chest tighten. You tilted your head slightly, eyes fluttering closed as you met him halfway. His lips touched yours gently at first, as if testing the waters, before deepening the kiss.

The movie played on in the background, forgotten, as you melted into the kiss. His hand slipped up to cradle the side of your face, thumb brushing softly against your cheek as his lips moved in perfect rhythm with yours. The kiss was slow, unhurried, but it carried a depth that sent warmth rushing through you.

You pulled away for a brief moment, catching your breath, only to have Hongjoong's forehead rest against yours. His voice was barely above a whisper, filled with an intimacy that made your skin tingle. "You okay?"

You nodded, smiling softly. "More than okay."

His free hand began to move, tracing along your arm and then down to your waist, pulling you just a little closer, the weight of his body grounding you in the moment. You responded in kind, your hands sliding up to tangle in his hair, pulling him in for another kiss, this one deeper and more urgent. The world around you seemed to blur as you both gave in to the building tension, the space between you dissolving as you held each other tight.

Hongjoong pulled back slightly, his breath uneven as he looked at you, his gaze filled with a mixture of desire and tenderness. He ran his thumb gently over your cheek, studying your expression, making sure you were still comfortable. "Can I...?" he started, his voice soft, almost hesitant. His eyes flicked down briefly before meeting yours again, the unspoken question hanging between you.

You felt your heart skip a beat, understanding what he was asking without him having to finish the sentence. You could see the care in his eyes, the way he was waiting for your response, giving you control of the moment. Your chest tightened with emotion, and after a deep breath, you gave him a slight nod, your voice barely above a whisper. "Yes."

His lips curved into a soft smile, filled with both relief and affection. He leaned in to kiss you again, slow and deliberate, his hands moving to the hem of your shirt. His fingers brushed your skin lightly as he began to lift the fabric, pausing for a moment, giving you a chance to stop him if you changed your mind. When you didn’t, he continued, pulling it over your head gently.

For a moment, Hongjoong just stared, his eyes wide and filled with awe as they roamed over you. His breath hitched slightly, and you could see the way his face softened, as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. "You’re... beautiful," he whispered, his voice full of sincerity. His hand moved slowly, tracing the curve of your shoulder, his touch light as if he were afraid of breaking the moment.

You blushed under his gaze, feeling exposed but not uncomfortable. There was something in the way he looked at you—like you were the most precious thing he had ever seen—that made your heart swell. "I've never seen anything like this," he admitted quietly, almost to himself. His eyes met yours again, filled with admiration. "You're perfect."

You felt your cheeks grow warmer, but you couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips. His praise felt genuine, heartfelt, and it only deepened the connection between you. Hongjoong leaned in to press another soft kiss to your lips before moving to kiss your collarbone, his touch reverent, as if every inch of you deserved the utmost care and attention.

His hands moved gently, exploring your skin with a mix of curiosity and adoration, but always with a quiet, unspoken question in his eyes, making sure you were comfortable with each step.

As soon as he got to the hem of your sweatpants, he looked up again and even before he got to ask you, you nodded and let him know that he can undress you. So with that he took your sweatpants off, leaving you in only your panties, no bra.

"Everything good..?" he shyly asked, gaze shifting onto your hard nipples, gulping at the sight.

"Y-yes.. please, Joong.." you pleaded, whining at him.

"Are you.. sure? It's kinda.. both of our first times..." he said, slightly panicking, but you reassured him that everything is okay by shutting him off with a longed kiss.

While still kissing you, he also took your panties off, then broke the kiss for a moment.

"You're perfect.. my love.." he told you, showering you with love. He took off his clothes and looked at you, eyes full of lust combined with affection.

As you were laying on your back on the laid-down couch, an extendible bed, he positioned himself to your entrance and stood like that for a moment. His hands went traveling, from your thighs to your waist and to your breasts, resting them around where he could, flustered. He went in for a kiss, tongues interlocking and deeply tasting you as his right hand went to your dripping folds, softly, almost scared-like touching you, to not make you uncomfortable. You squirmed under him, trying to get more friction from his fingers and as soon as you felt him insert two of them, you soflty moaned, the sound revrebrating through as you kissed him.

He deepened the kiss as his fingers began to move, slowly at first, teasingly. You could feel the heat of his body against yours, the tension in the air growing as his pace picked up, each stroke more deliberate, more eager. Your hips instinctively rocked against his hand, silently urging him on as your breaths became shallow, each touch sending jolts of pleasure through you.

His lips trailed away from your mouth, planting soft kisses along your jawline, down to your neck. The sensation of his hot breath and the delicate pressure of his lips made you shiver. He could sense your need, your desire for more, and his hand responded in kind, fingers curling inside you, finding that sweet spot that made your back arch and a sharp gasp escape your lips.

For a brief moment, he paused to look at you, his eyes dark with desire, silently asking for permission to continue, to go further. You could feel the connection between you, the understanding that this was a shared moment of passion, of trust. With a soft, breathless nod, you gave him that silent affirmation, ready to lose yourself in the sensations he was stirring within you.

"I-mmh, I'm close, Joong-" you breathed out, legs trembling and your walls clenching on his fingers. The knot that formed in your belly was damn close to bursting, his fingers became steadier and faster, one of his hands traveling to your breasts and fondling with them. He leaned in for another kiss and as soon as he curled his fingers inside you a couple of times, you came down from your high, broken moans and whines escaping your throat.

"Good girl.. my love" he praised you, while the hand that was inside you just a moment ago went to his hard and aching cock, looking contently at you. He slowly got up and opened a drawer, taking a condom out of a small box. Your eyes widened at his care as he put it on and lined himself up to your entrance, his hands resting on your waist.

"Are you ready?" he shyly muffled.

"Y-yes" voice breathless and broken.

He slowly thrusted himself in you, giving you time to adjust to his size. He stood still for a moment, waiting for a sign from you, to which you softly moved under him, trying to get some friction. He took that as a sign and started fucking you more rapidly, but with all the care in the world. He lifted you up in his lap, as he embraced you. Your hands gathered around his shoulders, holding onto him dearly.

"I love you so much... y/n" Hongjoong stated.

"Me too, Joong.."

You were now in charge of the movements, being of top of him. And as you moved up and down, with a steady rythm, both your breaths got shallower and in a gasped manner. Hongjoong's hands were holding onto your waist and ass, trying so hard not to move you more than you wanted. But he was patient, never rushing you.

He muffled something you couldn’t quite figure out, but he soon found his words, "You feel so good... my love. You're so beautiful.. Goddamn, I'm so close-" and as you let yourself be fully filled by his lenghty cock, he finished and let out a string of muffled words, forehead now resting on your shoulder.

He decided to fuck you through his high which put you in the spot to be close to cumming again, which happened as soon as he bottomed out a few more times, hitting all your good spots, accompanied by his hands roaming your body.

You felt slightly overwhelmed, tears forming in your eyes from all the pleasure and pain of having sex for the first time with your lovely boyfriend.

He helped you off and lifted you up, carrying you to the bathtub. He slowly put you down and turned on the shower, getting in, too.

"Let's get you washed up.. my darling " he softly said and moved the shower head towards your body, hands soflty cleansing you.

"Thank you for all of this.. truly" you said, smiling.

"Thank.. you for trusting me, I should be saying" Hongjoong stated and leaned in for a forehead kiss, embracing you thightly while he let the water run and slowly fill the bathtub.

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Cassian - NSFW alphabet - 1,3k followers celebration

Yay, the second one of my 1,3k celebration! 18+! You can read Rhysand's alphabet here.

☾ ⋆･ﾟ:⋆･ﾟ☾ ⋆･ﾟ:⋆･ﾟ☾ ⋆･ﾟ:⋆･ﾟ☾ ⋆･ﾟ:⋆･ﾟ☾

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He always makes sure you're okay and cleaned up. Sometimes he insists on taking a bath together, he likes to wash your hair and give you a massage. I swear he's so sweet after sex <3

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He's most proud of his arms, because they are very muscular and show those centuries of training. You're looking (almost drooling) at them so much, it resulted in him having a dream where you are riding his biceps. He gets so smug when he sees you watching them. Like when he grabs something or he's sparring or even when he is just readjusting his hair, you're always drooling over the way they flex.

He is obsessed with your ass, this man has his hands on it all the time. In public and in the bedroom. He isn't shy of spanking you when everyone is around. Or just putting his hands on it casually. He also spanks you during sex and he loves groping your ass when he's pounding into you (and you like to grip his ass too, to push him deeper into you).

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He goes feral when you let him cum in your mouth. Cassian groans and moans so loud when you suck him dry. It's always too much cum to even fit in your mouth.

Sometimes you play a game where you try to let the other cum as much as possible, the one who gave the other the most orgasms wins (the loser has to massage the winner afterwards).

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

One time you called him general when he was fucking you. "Oh yes, please, you feel so good my general". He wouldn't admit it, but to him that was the hottest en filthiest thing he's ever heard from your mouth. He groaned loudly when he heard you say it, his pace picking up, your legs going numb. He doesn't dare to ask you to say it again after that one time, he's so shy about it, but that doesn't stop him from fantasizing about the name when he's on a mission and has his cock in his hands.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Very experienced, this male did a lot of sexual stuff already in his long live. Especially when he was young, he discovered a lot back then. Cassian gives me bi vibes, but in a sexual way. Like, he just loves fucking females and males, he doesn't really care, he's just horny lol.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy (because he can grab your hair and stroke your back, he also has the most delicious view on your ass)

He regularly fucks you in a mating press, he can look you passionately in the eyes this way, while also making sure he's deep enough.

When he's sitting ons his knees on the bed and you are straddling him, riding him with his hands supporting your back. His hands help you to go faster by pulling you up and down, hard against his body.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

A little but not as much as you would expect from him at first.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Cassian doesn't care that much about what's going on down there, he asks about what you prefer though but if he's going to listen to that, is another question

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He is pretty rough but he can also be very intimate. This is the case when you've had multiple rounds already, towards the end it gets a little more romantic and soft. He always starts with fucking you hard en desperate. But at the end, it's all kisses, strokes and making love.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He literally has the need to cum every day, but luckily you're here to help him with that. When he's on a mission and you're not there... well... you can expect Cassian leaning against a tree in the woods during his break. Tugging on his cock while thinking about your pretty and soft lips, coming on his hands in the middle of a forest like a wild man.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Spanking

Daddy kink or calling him sir/general

When you are in charge he loves bondage (his hands on the headboard this time)

Some breath-play now and then

Dancing!!! Like you giving him a lapdance, so in addition to that:

Dry humping

Degradation kink

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He enjoys fucking you in the living room of the house of wind. He loves the risk that comes with it. "You dirty girl, you love that, don't you? Getting fucked by me when all your friends could walk in?" he grins. You both get so turned on from the excitement.

Afterwards, when you two are there with the others, you can't help but grin as you see them unknowingly sitting on the places where Cassian has fucked you only moments ago.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Training.

When Cassian sees you on the training fields, Illyrian leathers clinging to your body and cheeks flushed, it turns him on immediately. He can't help but admire how good you look like that, imagining how it would be if you showed him some of those tricks in the bedroom.

But especially when he is the one you are fighting with. He can't help but grab you by the hips and grind into you. "You look so hot when you're training, wanna fuck you right here, right now" he whispers in your ear. It caught you off guard, making him spin you around and pin you to the floor. "I won" he smirks. The stupid son of a bitch.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I think he would do almost everything. Maybe he wouldn't like sharing you? Except with Azriel or Rhys.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He likes to give and is focused on letting you come before he does. But when you give him a blow job... He's addicted. It's canon that Cassian loves to throat fuck, so when you give him head he always has his hands in your hair. He especially likes when you swirl your tongue around the head of his cock, it's so so sensitive.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Mostly hard and fast, he needs to let go. Cassian always fucks you with all the force he has in him (and that's a lot). But sometimes he's more soft en sensual. He still fucks you hard, but he does it slowly. Sometimes he prefers it this way because he can see your tits bouncing when he fucks into you like that.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

I think Cassian doesn't like quickies, he wants to take his time with you. If there's no other way he doesn't mind, but he doesn't prefer it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes he takes risks!! He fucks you in the training ring and (like i've said) the family living room. When it comes to experimenting he likes to find out more about your dom and sub dynamics. And it turns out, Cassian is a switch. He likes it when you are the dominant one sometimes too.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Since he obviously has a high sex drive, he can go for many round When you are the one in charge, he needs some rest in between rounds! Because he is always so overstimulated and sensitive he literally has tears in his eyes. "Baby, please, one second, 's too much, feels too good" he mumbles whiny.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Well.. when you both found out about strap-ons... Let's say it was a long long night...

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Cassian is not that much of a tease but he teases you more outside of the bedroom (still in a sexual way).

"You don't have to stare so much baby"

"Sorry Az, she's a little tired, didn't get much sleep last night"

"Do you always get so flustered around me sweetie?"

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Groans so loud. He's also a grunter and very talkative. "You feel this? How hard I am? Just for you baby." or "Make me beg for it".

When you're in charge he definitely whines!!

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He thinks it's the hottest thing ever to fuck while fighting/wrestling. So of course, you've done it a few times. It was the hardest he'd ever cum. At first you start spinning around and wrestling, resulting in some dry humping and grinding. Then you ripped each others clothes off and started fighting some more. He fingers you, but you try to get out of his grasp and are successful, because you distract him by stroking his dick teasingly. When you manage to turn him around, you give him a blowjob. At last, he pins you under him and fucks you hard. But... you manage to turn it around and ride him until he cums.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

This man is THICK, not necessarily long. But he stretches you out every time, sometimes it's difficult to get in so he needs to prep you more. His balls are also very big.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is very high, I mean, you can't get a second of rest with him. He's such a horny bastard.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Cassian would have to do his best to not fall asleep afterwards. When he falls asleep after sex, he's in a coma.

[pandj0ra]

© uvuyai [MINORS DNI]

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Husband!Wriothesley x FEM!reader

–genre. smut, nsfw , starts off fluffy, suggestive before getting gud

–tw. sex by the fireplace, bondage(as in ribbons), gift exchange, reader has winter blush, aftercare, reader is implied to be smaller than wrio, big dick!wrio, creampie, missionary, mating press, breeding, belly bulge, creepy themes but no yan, maybe yan themes idk, yandere Neuvillette??, pet names, blow job, not proof read and small plot, ooc wrio, slow to rough,

–synopsis. You and your husband decide to have a gift exchange(just you and him) to see whose gift is the best. Since he hasn't been inside his wife in a while, he might as well get something that she won't regret.

Mari/yai's message – uhh reader can be viewed as busty if you want or chubby. This was supposed to come out yesterday 😒

December 3rd, ????

It was a miracle sight to see Fontaine covered in a thick white snow blanket. You've lived here for quite a while with your husband.

Since he has been busy at the fortress, he wants to spend time with you, Neuvillette was fine with it. Since he wanted you to be happy.

His boots were making the snow crunch beneath him, he was snuggled in a gray and red fluffy scarf that was wrapped around his neck that was made by you. Your scent was all over it as if you used your own smooth skin to make it.

You were busy decorating the tree with Sigwinne. She purposely put stickers on some of the ornaments and maybe glitter. The Melusine's came to help but they left since you told them that it was all fine and they can go back to what they were doing. You were finally done with the tree. Now you just had to place the star on top. You tried to place it but due to your height and the stools height it was still not enough.

You held Sigwinne by her waist and hoisted her up to the top of the tree(not on the tree like she isnt stuck up there). She was able to slide the star on top but it was leaning far off left.

You heard the knob to your home rattle and then a bundle of keys jiggled. You knew it was your husband and let out a relaxed sigh.

The door opened, snow slowly creeping in. He quickly shut the door and kicked his boots off and placed them next to the door. He shrugged off his coat and scarf and hung them up on the rack. His eyes quickly landed on you. Your small body glowed in the golden light that was cascaded on the tree.

“Hey baby, I see you and Sigwinne put up the tree together.” he slid his hand around your waist and pressed kisses onto your chubby cheeks, occasionally nibbling on them.

“Eww! Get a room!” Sigwinne gagged slightly. You giggled at her child antics.

You placed a hand on his face to stop him but he pressed himself into you more, as if he wanted to merge himself into you(which he has already). “Mmm.. Wrio let go..” you whined but that only made him squeeze harder. Sigwinne already left so you have one less thing to worry about.

You wheezed as he squeezed harder than ever. You tapped on his bicep, desperate for a few breaths. You love the way he is cuddling you right now as you are enjoying his warmth. He noticed your struggle and released you. Already missing the warmth that was coming from your body.

You were left panting. If only you could see the look on his face. “I appreciate it wrio, but next time, not so hard.” he nodded. “I'm sorry bunny, I just miss you that's all.” he scratched the black and grey tuffs on his head. he placed his scar filled hands on your chubby cheeks which sent a jolt down your spine from how cold they were.

“C'mon Wrio, let's get you warmed up.” you dragged him to the living room and made him sit on the couch. You placed more logs to create a strong fire(but not too strong or else,) enough to make the room warm. You were oblivious to the lovesick eyes he was giving you. There was a hint of worry in his eyes since he was the one usually putting longs in the fire.

You brought yourself to the kitchen to warm up some hot chocolate (or his favorite tea) for you and him. These were given to you by Sigwinne since you mentioned that you wanted to get some but Wriothesley refused to let you out in this freezing cold weather. You had winter close but he would blame you if you got sick and he'd have to take care of you. You put water into the kettle and placed it on the stove, turning the heat on for it to warm the water.

You put enough water to make two hot chocolates and tea for Wriothesley. Just in case he wanted hot chocolate.

As you let it boil, you ran to your shared bedroom and grabbed a big fluffy blanket for both of you to cuddle up and stay warm.

You ran back to the living room to see Wriothesley with his head leaning back on the couch. He looked as if he was in pain. Or maybe he was cold and getting a fever. “Wrio, are you alright?” you carefully and slowly step towards him. He jumped out of his skin when he heard you. “I'm fine, bunny. Just getting cold is all.” he avoided eye contact with you for as long as he could. You walked towards him and placed the blanket between both of you.

You snuggled more into him, heat emitting off his body. He wrapped his large hand around your waist, nearly engulfing it whole.

You heard the teapot yelling which was your cue to get up. But your movement was restricted by his hands

“Please stay.” he nuzzled himself into your hair. “I promise we'll get back to this when I get back.” you said as you pressed a kiss on his lips. You got up and traveled to the kitchen.

After a few which was not long, you went back to the living room placing the tray on the coffee table. “You must let it cool before you can drink it.” you said as you caught him staring intently at the beverage. “I—I don't want that right now.” he said nonchalantly. “I want you.” he said. You looked down at the blanket to see a tent forming. You guessed it was him.

“Do you want me to help with that?” he nodded as you began to kneel down in front of him. You move the blanket out of the way, revealing his hard-on. His face was flushed red and low pants coming from his mouth. You looked back up at him with your doe eyes.

“Go ahead bunny, do what you want.” you removed his belt slightly pulling down his pants. You tugged the hem of his boxers down. his cock sprang out, nearly hitting you dead in the face.

You gave cat licks down his shaft which was twitching too much to the point you had to grab it. Precum was drooling from the tip. Finally, you bobbed your head down on his cock, already webbed in the wetness of your drool. Your tongue licking the base of his cock as you bob your head up and down, granting him the pleasure he wanted.

“S-shit baby, you take it so well.” he started to tug at your hair softly not trying to discomfort you.

His cock began to twitch in your mouth and his breathing got harsher signaling his release more. Thick ropes of cum splurged at the back of your throat, some leaking from your mouth. He panted, leaning his head on the sofa trying to catch his breath. You gathered yourself on the sofa beside him. He looked over at you as you were clearing the cum from your mouth and chin.

“Swallow.” he grabbed your chin as you swallowed, sticking your tongue out as proof. He chuckled, wiping left over come that was on your chubby cheeks.

“Now bunny, it's my turn for me to help you.” he picked you up bridal style as he brought you to the bedroom.

I guess you could say you hoped for this.

December 24th, ????

You and your husband were currently out and about, roaming the streets of Fontaine. You look so cute with that scarf covering half of your face and blush sprouting from behind it. Since you had the idea of a gift exchange, you got him and Sigwinne a gift as you'd give her hers tomorrow.

You got Wriothesley something special, as you saw him gazing a few times at things at stores that fit his style. You had no idea what Wriothesley got, which was more exciting.

You both arrived home, taking off your coat, sweaters, scarves, and boots and placed them in an organized place and order.

You placed yourself on the reclining chair that was by a window and opened up a book you started to read(as well as recommending it to Wriothesley) and going back to where you book marked it. You didn't realize where Wriothesley went so you figured he went in the bedroom to rest.

Wrio came back with a lace ribbon(?) In his hand. He quickly placed it behind his back as you glanced over at him. “Is something wrong?” you tilted your head as he shook his head no. “Can't I just admire my beautiful wife?” you stayed quiet as blush began to creep up on your face. He chuckled which made you roll your eyes.

“C'mere bunny.” he signaled his hand towards you. You got up and walked to him. “Do you mind if I blindfold you?” he said with a hint of worry. “Yeah you can, but why?” you asked. “It's a surprise.” you signaled him to put the blindfold on. He stepped behind you, placing the black lace ribbon blindfold over your eyes. He chuckled as he led you to the living room, sitting you down on the carpet on the floor. He grabbed a pillow from the sofa, placing it beneath your head.

You felt him tug at the hem of your shirt, the hot pooling gathering at your pussy. He lifted your shirt up taking it off and throwing it somewhere. His hands trailed around your skirt trying to find the zipper. He placed your skirt on the side not wanting to dirty it up.

You were only in your black lace bra(the your husband gifted you) and black stockings with black lace panties underneath. He used the middle and index finger with both hands to rip open your stockings, revealing your wetness soaking through your panties. “Ah, you're already wet. I bet it was just from me touching you.” he said with a seductive voice.

He moved your panties to the side revealing your drooling cunt.

You gasped and shivered as the slightly cold air brushed up against your cunt. Wriothesley felt this and went to the fireplace and threw a few logs inside, the flames gathering up on the newly put fire. He looked back at you to see you stop shivering.

He went back to you and pulled off the rest of your stockings and panties and bra. He placed your legs over his shoulders, leaning down so his nose was touching your cunt. You jolted as he licked at your clit. You whimpered and started clawing at the pillow beneath your head. He thrusted his tongue in and out of you, the clawing at the pillow became apparent.

He chuckled which sent a vibration up your core. “Your reactions are so cute. It makes me mad.” he made circles on your thigh as he continued to swirl his tongue inside you and played with your clit. Your hands latched onto his hair as tears soaked the black lace fabric covering your eyes. Your breathing became harsher, as the knot in your stomach started to tighten.

Before you can climax, Wriothesley removed his tongue. You were a little disappointed and started to pout even though you couldn't see him. “Sorry bunny, but the only thing you'll be coming on is my cock.” he pulled down his burgundy/red(I might be color blind) tie and removed his shirt and accessories along with it. You heard his belt rattle as the embarrassment filled you up more which is why you're red in the face.

Wriothesley grabbed the black and red box off the sofa that you didn't see since you passed by the sofa(or he just placed it there). Although you couldn't see he made a grabby motion with his hand. “Give me your hands bunny,” you moved your hands from your sides and lifted them towards him. You felt something clamp onto your wrist. It was Wriothesley's signature handcuffs.

He placed his hands on your waist, turning you over to your side. You feel some type of silk fabric wrap around your body; up and around your breast, your thighs, shoulders, and arms(that were bound by handcuffs already). You heard his belt jingle and shuffling of his pants. His large hardened cock sprang out from his boxers. It was slightly twitching and a white bead of precum at the slit. He leaned down, pinning his hands on both sides of your head and your legs on his shoulders.

He rubbed his cock on your pussy, coating it in your juices. You flinched at the sudden contact but got used to it and let out a few whimpers and moans. He pushed the tip into your entrance your pussy nearly engulfing the tip whole. He started to sink his cock inside you, wanting you to feel every inch possible. Your moans get more high pitched every time Wriothesley jolts his hips into you. It's like fuel to fire as your moan sends blood down his cock, making it grow bigger every second.

His entire length is sunk deep into your core. The tip almost forces its way into your cervix. Wriothesley starts to rock his hips back and forth. Getting faster as your moans and whimpers become more apparent to him.

The yellow glow from the fireplace cascaded your body, leaving both of you in a sheen of sweat. His cock repeatedly bumped against your cervix, it was big enough to hit your sweet spot and leaving a bulge in your stomach. Wriothesley let out a strangled chuckle and rubbed the bump on your stomach, occasionally pushing down on it. You let out yelp as your cuffed hands tried to cover your mouth. Drool was leaking onto the pillow as you turned your head to the side, your hair sticking onto you and the rest on the pillow.

His thrusts got harsher, he leaned down more, getting deeper into you as you were nearly folded over since your legs were on his shoulders.

His breathing got caught up in his throat as his cock began to twitch, both of those signs signaling his release. You came for the nth time as you arched your back. You didn't realize you came on his cock. Wriothesley leaned down giving cat licks to your chubby cheeks.

He soon came inside you, spurting ropes and globes of pure white cum filling your insides instantly.

You whimpered as Wriothesley pulled out. The sudden emptiness was gone. Your legs went limp and revealed your cunt that was spurting out his cum since you were over filled.

You felt the blindfold being lifted and revealed your bleary eyes to Wriothesley. “How do you like your gift bunny?” you looked up at him still panting. “I-I love it..” you said.

He chuckled. “Glad you do bunny, because we're not done.” your eyes went wide as Your husband flipped you onto your back, grabbing your hips and lifting them up. His hand reached in front of you to grab your chin and tilt it back, it was uncomfortable for your neck, he pushed his tongue inside your drooling mouth. He released your chin as your cuffed hands grasped at the pillow. He pushed himself back inside you with ease, to which earned him a yelp that went to a moan.

He bucked his hips more intently, you arched your back as he pressed his hand on your back, arching you further. Your breast jiggled with each harsh thrust he sends inside you. You were already stimulated due to the previous round you both went through. “A-Ah! Wriooo~ i-it's too much—f-fuckk!” your face was muzzled into the pillow, you felt the knot coil tightening in your stomach. Your juices webbed his cock, his legs were drenched in your cum. He leaned down and spoke into your ear. “Are you gonna cum? Come for me bunny, come for me!” you came on command as he came inside you with a grunt.

You collapsed onto the carpet and laid your head on the pillow with Wriothesley still inside you. He released you from the cuffs and ribbons. He pulled out and brought your limp body to the sofa, now you were cuddling with him. He pushed his cock back inside not wanting any to spill out.

“You did well bunny, I love you so much.”

Im finally done with this bull

Made [ December 14th ]

Finished [ December 25th 9:53 ]

[kingsoowolves]

what comes after: (im)perfect for you | l. at — TEASER

part one (w/ Sungchan) | part two

pairing: Boyfriend!Anton x fem!reader

teaser word count: 1.1k | full fic word count: 19.2k

contents: Smut, fluff, a bit of hurt/comfort. 10 years time jump, ex-fwb!Sungchan cameo, regretful!Sungchan. Descriptions about messed up family dynamics, depression, anxiety attacks, taking meds and going to therapy. Insecure!Anton, mention of a safe word, possessive/jealous sex turned soft in the end, Anton talks about Sungchan during sex. Vaginal fingering, oral (f. receiving), squirting, vaginal penetration, petnames, reader sucks Anton's fingers like 3 times. Anton (lovingly) refers to reader as a "whore" once and as a "little slut" in another instance. Supreme aftercare!!! Anton and reader are so sweetly in love it gave me tooth ache — a bunch of praise, i love you's, healthy conversations, understanding and being silly with each other. And a happy ending, YAY!

extra info: This can be read as a standalone, but you might miss some backstory + clues from the first part. for the complete experience and understanding, I recommend checking out part one.

release date: Friday, march 21st, 2025

Sungchan smiles at you, his features softening because of your laughter. “Sorry, I just—” he says, and your giggles break loose again because of the new apology, interrupting him and making him laugh with you.

Once the mirth dies down, he tries again. “I guess I’m just nervous. And you’re not helping. You’re looking at me like you want me dead.”

“Well, I kinda do,” you reply back and he narrows his eyes at you like he’s analyzing if you’re joking or not. You quickly quell his worries by giving him a soft smile, deciding ultimately to take it easy on him. Keeping up the tough act would just drain your energy. “Sorry, that isn’t true. But it’s not like we ended things on good terms, so can you blame me?”

At your words, Sungchan makes a remorseful face, putting his free hand on the front pocket of his pants and casting his eyes down. “I know. And it’s all my fault.” Then he looks up like he had the greatest idea in the world, gaze glinting whilst he steps closer to you. “But what if you let me buy you a drink and hopefully we end things on a better note this time?”

The end of his sentence kind of stuns you. You can’t quite believe that, after all this time, Sungchan is flirting with you. But of course he is, because it’s Sungchan. He’s showing all his telltale signs, too — bulging his arms slightly, lowering his voice, poking the tip of his tongue out to wet his lips then giving you a cocky smile, checking you out like he wants to eat you alive, his hand hanging too damn close to yours. Unfortunately, you’ve come to know all of his tactics after falling victim to them one too many times.

His eyes are eager and hopeful whilst he waits for your response. You feel like an owner dangling a piece of meat in front of his pet, taunting him with something delicious while still not giving him anything. Finally, after all this time, you are the one in control.

But as much as your ego is being stroked, you don’t want any of this. Not anymore. And it’s been like this for a long time.

“No, thanks,” you reply simply. 

Two seconds pass until he registers your answer and his smirk vanishes, the corners of his mouth turning down and self-doubt filling his eyes. He starts to say something that seems like another apology, but at that point you’re not hearing nor looking at him anymore. Because that’s when you see him.

All clad in denim and with his fresh neck-length black hair, your boyfriend is making his way through the mass of people in the club to reach you, your gazes finding each other at the same time. You instantly feel calmness seep into your veins, the slight discomfort provoked by your meeting with Sungchan vanishing and being replaced by excitement while you hold your breath until he reaches you. When he’s a mere meter away from you, you move around Sungchan to receive him.

“Hi, love,” he greets with a beautiful smile, taking the last steps to stop in front of you. “I know, I’m late. Sorry, I got caught up in—”

You leap on him before he has the chance to finish his sentence, arms going around his frame, and he stumbles back because of the knock of your bodies together. He chuckles, winding his arms around your waist as you hold him closely against you, nestling your head between his neck and clavicle.

“I missed you, too,” he says with laughter still in his voice and grips you just as tightly. You bury your nose on his neck and inhale his soft woody cologne. Peace and happiness run through your whole body at rapid speed. “Fridays in the hospital are always crazy and the line to this place is insane. I’m sorry I’m late.”

You shake your head as you pull away slightly. “It’s fine, baby, you’re here now.”

That’s when you really look at him. The royal blue of his denim clothes suit his complexion and the black belt with a silver buckle around his hips compliment the look. His shirt’s sleeves are folded nicely up to his elbow, showing off his pretty forearms. Everything combined with his long hair and accessories give him a soft rocker aura that makes your mouth water. 

It’s honestly unfair how extra good-looking he looks tonight. You feel the need to pounce on him right now, but you have to settle for giving him a peck and tugging on some of his strands while standing on your tiptoes.

“You look so good,” you whisper when your lips separate.

“You look so good!” He says, his eyes moving up and down your frame. “Real damn good! You got that Shiny New Miss Editor look!”

He moves his mouth to yours again and you smile against his lips, and then he’s spinning you around in his arms. You laugh loudly, hiding your face in his neck while his hands grip your hips, your legs dangling under you. After he completes three circles, you hit on his chest and ask him to stop, getting dizzy from happiness and being whirled. He puts you on your feet back and you try to balance yourself on your legs as he holds you up, pressing multiple kisses to your face. At this point, you’re laughing so much your cheeks start to hurt.

“I’m so, so, so damn proud of you, baby,” he says in between the stream of kisses. “Congrats, my love.”

“Thank you, baby,” you reply giggling, rearing back slightly and trying to escape his lips’ attack on your face. But he just follows you, still connecting his mouth to your skin repeatedly and making you lightheaded. “Wait, baby, I can’t breathe properly.”

Only then he stops, looking down at you with a huge smile on his face. You recompose yourself, putting your hair back into place and straightening your clothes. 

When you finish, you put your hands around his neck again and mutter with sincerity, “I couldn’t have done it without you, babe.”

You’re about to kiss him again, but your little bubble of joy and love pops when someone coughs just behind your boyfriend. You look over his shoulders to find Sungchan still standing there, having witnessed all of your interaction. You sigh, annoyed with him again. 

Does he ever catch a hint?

Of course, your partner, the politest person you’ve ever met, turns around to face Sungchan. The tip of his ears tinge pink at being caught by someone in such an intimate moment with you, but he quickly shakes it off to address the other man.

“Hi! Sorry, I didn’t know Y/N was talking with someone. I’m Anton, her boyfriend,” he introduces himself sheepishly and extends his free hand to Sungchan, his other arm still clinging to you by his side.

Let me know if you wanna be tagged! I'll see you guys next friday! 😘

[babyjakes]

a diamond's gotta shine.

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | toys

pairing | soft!daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader

warnings | ddlg (daddy!lloyd, little!reader.) super soft!daddy!lloyd, just how we like him! butt plug (and me not knowing shit about luxury brands lol.) reader has an oral fixation; sucking and licking. anal prep/fingering/stretching. clit rubbing <3. mostly praise and encouragement. an orgasm as reward, yay!! implied aftercare. err hints at exhibitionism later? idk just to be safe.

word count | 1,425

an | this wasn't really the plan for this prompt originally, but i woke up today and decided i wanted a fic of lloyd gifting reader a luxury butt plug so we're just rolling with it lol. this one's dedicated to my sweet sweet angel sabby @hansensgirl hope you're well bby, and happy holidays to you!! <33

"C'mon, princess. Up on my desk."

Lloyd was gently nudging you toward the large surface, which he had suspiciously cleared off from its usual state of mild disarray. You lifted a curious brow at the broad man, earning a pearly grin as he gently stepped in to sweep you up in his arms. Lifting you effortlessly onto the desktop, he set you down with care, as if you were the most delicate and precious thing in the world. He trailed a playful hand up your thigh, fingertips teasing at your skin through the silky fabric of your nylons. "Daddy," you hummed eagerly, letting out a soft squeak as he gently pinched at your tender flesh.

"Panties off, baby. Lay back for me," Lloyd instructed steadily. And he sure as hell didn't have to ask twice.

As you moved quickly to remove and discard your hose and panties, you couldn't help but try to sneak a peek at what your daddy was up to as he made his way to the other side of the desk, opening up a drawer and pulling something out discreetly. He then strode over to one of the couches in the middle of his office, grabbing a few throw pillows before returning to you. "Here you go, angel. Let's get you nice and comfy," he murmured, propping you up with the pillows supporting your back.

"Daddy," you whined again, a hint of neediness now present in your voice. Lloyd smiled as he brought up the gift to finally show you; the contents of his hands made you gasp. A beautiful plug, shiny gold, with a stunning ring of crystals embedded along the base. "Oh Daddy," you breathed, unable to take your eyes off the glittering piece.

"Genuine Winstons," Lloyd told you proudly, taking a small bottle of lube from his pocket and placing it on the desk beside you. "Only the best for my princess, of course."

"So pretty, Daddy," you remained in awe, earning a loving chuckle from the man as he watched you be entranced by the gift.

"I'm glad you think so, sweetheart. Now be a good girl and open up for Daddy, need you to get this nice and wet for me while I'm prepping you." He teased the tip of the plug against your glossy lips, guiding one of your hands up to hold the base. You sucked and licked happily at the metal's impressive curve as Lloyd got to work between your legs.

He parted your feet, bending your knees up to lie at either side of you as your dress slipped up easily in cooperation with his efforts. Pausing, he took a moment to revel in the sight of you. His gaze fell to your perfect folds as they sat before him on display. With a low hum of approval, he brought a gentle hand up to smear your wetness around teasingly. "Look at you, already getting wet for Daddy. That's my good girl," he smiled as he brought a finger down to begin gently prodding at your tighter little hole.

Still working the toy you'd been given between your pouty lips, you let out a whimper at your daddy's tentative nudges. You gasped softly at the feeling of a cold glob of lube being dripped onto you. Heat rose up through your cheeks in slight humiliation as the slippery mess was worked thoroughly over your puckered rosebud. "Okay baby," Lloyd hummed encouragingly, "time to open up this pretty little hole. Are you gonna be good for Daddy and take it?" You offered the sweetest nod you could manage, earning a beaming grin from the mustached man. "Of course you are. My sweet little girl," he crooned lovingly, giving no further warning before starting to push his first digit past your difficult outer ring.

You squirmed gently, big pleading eyes looking up at Lloyd as you let out a weak whine. "Hmmph... Daddy..." your voice wobbled.

The tall man brought his unused arm up to stroke back your hair in a calming manner. Furrowing his brow in gentle concern, he did his best to soothe you. "Shhh, my love," he cooed as his large finger worked up to the first knuckle, then the second, gradually stretching out your sensitive walls. "That's it, see? Nice and gentle. Look so pretty like this, taking Daddy's fingers up your sweet little bottom. My pretty girl," he kissed your forehead, holding you steady as he began introducing a second finger.

It was a slow, steady process; Lloyd knew that it had to be. He rarely played with you like this, mostly due to how much you struggled to take anything up your poor little ass. But he hoped that getting you a toy like this might help you adjust to the unfamiliar sensations; you had discussed prior that you'd like to do some proper anal training and play. Needless to say, you both felt this was the perfect first step in that endeavor.

Once you were comfortably and confidently taking two fingers, Lloyd finally felt ready to transition you over to your shiny new toy. "That's it, sweetheart. Fuck, so perfect for me," he was chuckling as your hips bucked up to meet his hand, his digits driving steadily into you. Much of the initial discomfort was gone, replaced with the most deliciously sinful burn blooming in the base of your tummy. Your eyes were shining with pride as you looked up hopefully at your daddy. Kissing your forehead again, Lloyd nodded as he slowed his fingers to a stop, retrieving the now-soaking plug from your drooling lips.

"Okay princess. Here we go-" You hummed eagerly as the tip of the gold bulb was rubbed up against your slippery opening. Lloyd surprised you a bit by bringing his free hand up to gently dip into your leaking pussy; much to your daddy's delight, you had made quite the mess during his generous preparation period. He dragged his fingertips up further, liberally smearing your glistening arousal over your clit to coax the tiny pearl out from under its protective hood with his expert touch. Your knees were trembling as he began working the nub in steady circles, while finally beginning to ease the large plug up into your awaiting walls.

"O-oh my- Daddy," you mewled as the warm, slick piece of metal stretched you out across its broad curvature. At its widest circumference, the object's insertion was bordering on painful. Lloyd's eyes never left you as he did his best to rub your clit faster, hoping the added stimulation would help ease the burn.

"Almost there baby, almost there," he promised, letting out a breath of relief in tandem with your own as you finally made it past the peak, the rest of the toy slipping perfectly into its place with little effort. As the glittering base nestled itself between your smooth cheeks, Lloyd looked on in pleasure and pride. "There," he hummed lowly, gently giving the center a few taps, earning the sweetest little whimpers from you. "What do you think, angel? Has someone earned an orgasm?"

His pace was quickening over your clit before you could even process his words. Hands flying down to grip the edges of the desk below you, you nodded desperately. "Y-yes Daddy, please Daddy!"

Your daddy smiled as he continued his steady rubbing, finding your sweet spot with ease. It wasn't long before you were reaching up to cling to his sturdy arm, your breaths stuttering as you chased your release. "That's it, baby. Go ahead and come for me. Been such a brave girl for Daddy," the man allowed, nodding as your high ripped through you.

"Daddy, o-oh Daddy! Aahhh-" you cried, the plug lurching within you as your poor little cunt clenched down on nothing. You were carried lovingly through your high, Lloyd's fingers only slowing as your spasms and contractions finally began to cease.

"That's my girl," he murmured gently, reaching up to brush your hair back out of your face as he gave your pussy and puffy button a few playful pats. "Now what d'you say we get you cleaned up, huh princess?" You were too weak to respond, only managing a lazy nod as you slumped against the pillows behind you, struggling to catch your breath.

He moved from your side momentarily to grab a cloth from one of the desk drawers. "Oh, but sweetheart- the toy stays in," he informed you with a wink. "We're having guests over later; Daddy wants his pretty girl to shine."

[altruistic-meme]

OKAY I THINK THE HARDEST HURDLE IS PASSED. CONFETTI CANONS. SPARKLES. WHATEVER. just a little more to go but i think that was the part i was the MOST worried about. so yay!

cough cough FUCK

[harukasangel]

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Characters: Haruka Sakurai x Fem!Afab!reader

Content: Fluff + Smut, aged up!Haruka, non milgram au (but everyone is still implied to be friends somehow), rough service dom!Haruka, jealously, treading into yandere territory, but it's mostly just possessiveness, oral (fem receiving) overstimulation, creampies, aftercare

A/N: Got inspired when I saw not one but two Haruka smuts on the tags today, and I thought "Huh.....I really should post my own ideas about Haruka, cause there's barely any content about him. Let alone, romantic content about him </3". So yay!

"Y/N....!"

You whipped your head, seeing your long term boyfriend running towards you. Before you could greet him, he practically threw himself at you, engulfing you in a hug. He smiled, nuzzling up against you almost like a cat. Any other time, you'd find his soft affections cute, but in public was a bit embarrassing. You gently peeled Haruka off of you, giving him a gentle smile

"Yeah, I'm right here. No need to run, I saw you coming," You assured him, achieving a pink tint lighting up onto his pale cheeks. His face was flustered, as he looked down, failing to hide his unease. Haruka was usually a calm person, but he had a habit of, quite literally, tackling you with affection when he hasn't seen you in so long. However, his definition of 'so long' was basically a normal shift at work for you

"S-Sorry..." He bashfully apologized before looking up at you carefully. "H-How is everything, was work okay?" He asked, earning a nod

"It was fine. I came straight here after my shift ended. How is everything at home?"

"Good. I did some cleaning!" He replied, proud of himself for the accomplishment. With time and help, Haruka managed to assist with the household chores with you. It wasn't fair that you were the one working and then taking care of your supposed shared home

However....

"Oh, nice, thank you, Haruka. Did you managed to do some laundry?"

He still struggled in some areas. He was trying his best, he definitely was. He just needed some more patience with other chores that required a bit more help

"I was going to, but I still....got confused...sorry..." he sighed. You chuckled lightly, taking his hand in yours. He jolted from the sudden affection as you squeezed his hand, intertwining your fingers with his

"Don't worry about that. I'll take care of it tomorrow. And I'll do the cleaning too," You offered, making Haruka stutter out a few incoherent words before finally replying. Such a simple offer of taking care of him and not getting mad was enough to make the boy's heart race

"T-Then I'll make dinner! I may not be able to cook much, but what do you want to eat?" He asked, eager to do something for you. You pondered for a bit, already walking hand and hand through the amusement park with your boyfriend. You were about to open your mouth to respond, when suddenly, a large mountain of pink fluff was presented to you

"Would you like some cotton candy, miss? It's on the house for a beautiful girl like you~" An unfamiliar male's voice made you look at him, smiling a bit...too sweetly. He closed the distance between you two, completely ignoring Haruka standing next to you

"Well? C'mon, I know the saying is 'food is the way to a man's heart', but perhaps it can also work the other way around~" He pressed again, making you awkwardly chuckle

"N-No, thanks. I'm here with my boyfriend," You placed emphasis on the last word, holding up your intertwined fingers with Haruka's, as a matter of fact. A statement. Haruka winced, not in pain, but at everything that was happening to suddenly. You two just walked into the theme park, and now....this guy....is already getting too close to you....

"Oh? Beautiful and humble? I knew you were special when I laid my eyes upon you. But what does having a boyfriend have to do with accepting some free cotton candy~?" The guy insisted once again. Haruka looked at you two, a mix of emotions eating inside of him. He was confused, anxious, and jealous, along with something else he couldn't quite put a label on. He tugged on your sleeve, making you turn to him, worried

"It's free cotton candy, Y/N....if you want, you can take it...." He mumbled, any form of confidence he never had somehow evaporated. You sighed, patting his head. His eyes widen, slightly puzzled, but melted into the reassurance

"No, Haruka. I don't want to accept something from a random stranger," You smiled, but it disappeared when you turned back ot the guy. "We're leaving. Bye," You sternly stated, walking out of the park with your boyfriend in hand

Haruka sighed in relief, the suffocating feeling from such a simple interaction now washing over. However, he couldn't shake off the guy that was offering you the tasty treat. He was pretty handsome. And the way he freely complimented you. Haruka knew he didn't deserve you and yet....you said you loved him, over and over again. It was a selfish desire, but he didn't want to let go of that dream

But.....

Would you leave him for someone else?

Could you do better?

No. Haruka knew you weren't that cruel. You were nothing but an angel to him. Muu told him that guys should treat women like queens, which is what he strived for. He dug his fingernails into his free hand, trying to hide the pain--the bloodlust even--that was boiling inside of him. He let out a shaky breath, enough for you to check any signs of discomfort on his face as you walked home. With the threat of something stealing your attention away from him, it might result in something he would regret later on...

You two stepped inside your shared home, the apartment you saved up for before you whisked Haruka away from the hellhole that was his mother's place. You locked the door and took your shoes off, trailing your eyes towards Haruka's hand that was still balled up. You sighed, gently taking it in yours, using slight force to unlock the fist he made

"Haruka, your hand....old habits don't die easily, huh?" You lightly traced your finger along the cut that his nails created inside his palm. He winced, but his cheeks flushed pink again, this time, with shame. You led him to your shared bedroom, instructing him to sit on the bed as you went to get the first aid kit

Haruka stayed silent as you tended to his self-imposed cut, staring at how you delicately wrapped the wound in padded gauze after you disinfected it. You let out a heavy exhale, the silence slowly killing both of you. After you shoved the first aid kit back into the open cabinet, the sudden slam of the door made Haruka jump

"Haruka, tell me....were you upset at the guy at the theme park?" You asked, making him feel a shot of bile rise up inside his throat. Would you think less of him if he told you he--the useless him--was jealous that someone obviously more handsome and bolder than him was hitting on you? No....no, no, no. He had to constantly remind himself that your kindness was real. You wouldn't hate him. You praised him, looked at him, and needed him

"I....think I was jealous of him....for how he was talking with you....I'm sorry...." He hung his head in shame at his confession. His guilt was only short lived, seeing that you gently cradled his face with your hands, making you look at him. He averted his eyes anywhere but your own, making you giggle at his cuteness

"Don't be jealous, Haruka. He was being pushy, and I didn't like that. I only love you, you know that, right?" You assured him, making his blush grow deeper in hue

"You....love me?" His eyes lit up like a child that just received praise. His face contorted into a shy smile "I.....you really love someone like me....? Thank you....I love you too...." He stammered out, staying silent for a few more moments before his gaze changed from shy to pleading

"Say it again...please?"

You chuckled nervously, but his gaze was desperate and needy. Something that oddly turned you on. Haruka was so hopelessly in love, how he wanted to do anything you please you was so adoring and sweet of him

"Alright, then.... I love you, Haruka. You're such a sweet boy...such a good boy..." You chuckled, ruffling his hair. He made a noise that sounded like a sigh, but came out as sweet moan. He felt himself becoming putty in your hands, but used any remaining strength to grab your arm, gently pushing you on the bed with him. His pupils were dilated, his mouth panting with gasps that were suppose to come out as praises for you. He climbed on top of you, enough space were he wasn't straddling you, but you both knew that would soon change

"You look so pretty, angel....my angel...." He giggled, resting his weight onto you fully. He didn't want to hurt you and he didn't weigh that much, but his body plopping down on yours made your eyes jolt in surprise. He fidgeted with the necklace, his necklace, that now rested prettily on your neck. His eyes gazes lovingly at the sight, and moved down to your left hand. He reached for it, seeing the silver ring decorated with a small clustered of blue gems at the center. A promise ring Muu and Mahiru helped him pick out. Three weeks into dating, but he just wanted to snag you so fast

He pressed a kiss onto your hand, staring at the ring for a few more moments before he rested his head against your chest. He maneuvered is head against the crook of your neck, planting messy kisses on it. You gasped at the sensation, but Haruka littered kisses, ranging from quick pecks to long, sloppy licks, along your throat. His hot breath mixed with your flushed skin made him gasp for air, but he would rather die than stop hearing the cute sounds he was making you squeak out. The way you whimpered and whined when his lips found your pulse, several quick pecks and messy smooches worshipping the smooth skin

"I.....I don't want to hurt you, Y/N...." He managed to pant between kisses, exploring every section of your neck with his chapped lips, following in the different directions that each slope took him in. You felt his kisses going up and down, his tongue trailing along any mark he accidentally made along the way. "Y-You....you should say something now..." Soon, he was spoiling your neck with love bites and hickies, pampering them with final kisses and sucks to salvage any pain he shamefully left behind

You didn't. Your shaky hands found his locks once again and gracefully grabbed a fistful of his hair. You tugged on it, not hard at all. Although, you had no idea if it was in effort to not hurt him or his kisses leaving you breathless. This wasn't your first time with Haruka. It may have taken a long time, but you two have made love before. Haruka was never one to dom, mostly letting you ride him until you were satisfied. It's not that Haruka didn't want to dom, he just never has before. Haruka....what type of dom would he be? It was something you fantasized more often than not. Unbeknownst to Haruka, you were encouraging him to show you the answer

"Haruka.....please...." you whimpered, making him go red in the face, short circuiting from the desperate pleas you were making. You--his princess--were laid out messily on the bed, needy and desperate. Haruka almost fainted seeing how many hickies he left on your neck, as if he was doing to die from embarrassment

"A-Are you sure, b-beloved?" He asked frantically, as you couldn't wait any longer. You reached out to tug his pants from his waist, making him get the message. Your shaky and rapid movements enabled him to help, as he flung his shirt from his hand, as you freed his throbbing cock from his pants and underwear. In complete contrast to his sloppy movements, he went to unbutton your blouse hastily, but still took the time to worship every inch of you. He threw your shirt and bra to the side, peppering the valley of fat with kisses. He moved down and get rid of your shorts, sliding them down before throwing them into a forgotten corner of the room

"Haruka....?" You said his name, almost like a question, as he saw your panties, a wet spot soaked right where your labia rested. He continued to kisses, tracing them along your waistband, until he started to leave feverish kisses onto your clothed clit. You squealed, throwing your head back at his passion. Finally, he hooked his fingers around your waistband, revealing your glistening mound. He discarded the final piece that was between him and your heat, all for him. He blew onto your sensitive flesh, making you squirm, prompting Haruka to hold your hips down. He pressed a reassuring kiss onto your hip, muttering sweet nothings

"It's okay, angel....I'll be gentle...I promise..." He rubbed soft circles with his thumb onto your side, soothing you back into the mattress. Haruka took that a as silent signal to continue. He pressed heated kisses onto your wetness, licking excessive cum that coated your clit and opening. His mouth vacuumed hard around your opening, sucking hard to clear any residue, revealing your pretty pink bud to him--and him only. His tongue drilled into you, feeling you clench around his pink muscle. He mound, feeling your clamp tightly, his erection so incredibly hard and red. He bucked his hips into the mattress, as an attempt to relief himself, at least somewhat

You, on the other hand, were withering with ecstasy, your mind foggy and clouded from the insane pleasure that Haruka was giving you. Somewhere beyond your hazy eyes, you saw Haruka rocking his hips into the mattress as he ate you out, lapping his tongue onto your sensitive bud, occasionally sliding it in and out after clearing his way for the future

You bucked into his mouth, tugged his hair, trying to give him any sort of signal as to what he should really be bucking his hips into. You couldn't really tell if your efforts were in vain or not, only subtly tugging onto his hair and body before you felt yourself convulse, a sharp gasp followed by a soft moan signaled you squirting right onto Haruka's tongue. He smiled, swallowing your sticky cum, satisfied at the sweet taste down his throat

"Hehehe....you're too kind to me...." He breathed out, letting go of your hips to positioned himself as well as he can. His legs were shaking from the moment both you and him were waiting for, feeling as he can collapse on you any minute. The look in his eyes was that of a dehydrated man in a desert, and you were his oasis. He grabbed your hips once more, spreading your legs to reveal your already aching sex to him. He leaned down to kiss you gingerly, pressing his forehead towards yours

"You're so cute, Y/N....you're unfair...." He whined, before pushing himself fully into you. You winced at the fullness, taking him completely as it burned inside of you. You squirmed in his embrace, his hold on your hips forcing you to adjust to his length before he caressed you gently

You felt Haruka finally collapse onto you, breathing deeply as he also needed to adjust to your tightness. You've done it before, yes. But every time he enters you, he still can't believe how good you feel. Your velvety walls squeezing him so deliciously. he stayed still for a few minutes, before he realized that you adjusted into his cock, as if he molded it into the perfect sheath for it. He gave you kisses starting from your collarbone, making a path towards your jawline. When he finally planted a kiss onto your lips, he started his pace, sensual and slow

"Nghh.....you're so p-pretty....so tight....I d-don't think I can....s-stop...myself...." Haruka moaned, his balls slapping against your entrance with every rhythmic and shallow thrust he made into you. He tightened his grip onto your waist, not enough to hurt you, but allowed himself to nearly hoist you onto the bed. He groaned as his cock filled impossibly deeper inside of you, twitching with pathetic anticipation

"I love you...I love you, I love you, I love you!" He nearly howled, each declaration of love punctuated hard by his thrusts quickening by the second. Soon, his gentle and slow pace became brutal, his cock slamming into you with passion and slight cruelty. Haruka felt his bloodlust come back, remembering the guy at the theme park cloud his judgement and pressed his buttons. Haruka knew he wasn't the smartest, but he knew one thing for sure--no one else would ever get to see you like this. Haruka was your first for everything. Only he would get to see your face melting with pleasure

"Y-You......love me too, right? Right Y/N? No one else? You praise me, and....you look at me...and--and you need me....r-right?!" He asked, his moans echoing off each time he took a breath. His inhuman pace only speed up impossibly more, his thrusts sporadic. You could only nod, gasping in surprise and euphoria at how much stamina one man can have. You knew Haruka was strong, but in this aspect as well? Holding your hips down as he bullies his cock relentlessly into your tightness? Since when was Haruka this bold?

Haruka was prone to be jealous, but he never said anything out of insecurity and fear that you would hate him. The conflict would usually resolve itself over some honestly, reassurance, and feeding each other cotton candy while watching movies. Not this time, though. The man seemed to have royally pissed off Haruka, and even with your usual reassurance, you knew his anger was being taken our on you through his bruising thrusts

His possessiveness was a trait that he couldn't help, no matter how much he tried to hide it. You knew it. It just was evident in the way he didn't even like it when you thought a stray cat on the street was cute. Knowing his past, it was understandable, and you knew it only meant that Haruka made you the center of his world and practically worshipped you. But you knew that his obsession sometimes turned into possession, and oh boy, did he take it out in the worst ways possible...

Sex wasn't really something Haruka used as a punishment, rather he just loved to be dominated by you. Haruka's kindness and soft spoken demeanor always made you fantasize about him being a gentle dom with soft, service tendencies. Never did you think that he would be *this* rough, with stamina *this* mind-numbing with how unsuspecting he is. I suppose the phrase "I can kill anything smaller than me" accounts for having the stamina and strength to prove it

Your thoughts were hazy and foggy with how hard Haruka was pounding into you. He used his weight to hold you down, removing one hand from your hips to press it against your stomach. His big hand pressed down on your tummy, making you whimper at the pressure. He moaned feeling himself inside of you, the same hand traveling to your breasts to cup them, rolling your incredibly hard nipple with his thumb

"I need you, Y/N....a-are you...close? I'm close too...I wanna cum t-together...!" He gasped, almost as if on cue, you felt the knot inside your stomach tighten to the point of popping. You tosses your head back and forth until you opened your eyes suddenly, a second orgasm washing over you, even stronger than when you came inside Haruka's mouth. You released yet again onto Haruka's cock, feeling a warm sensation fill you up at the same time. Haruka closed his eyes, shuddering in pure bliss as thick ropes of white painted your insides. He stayed inside of you, feeling fatigue wash over his body, not pulling out. You looked at him, just lying there, almost as if he was lost in thought

"Haruka....?" You asked, your hoarse voice made pain shoot inside your throat from your gasps and moans during the love making. Haruka felt his half hard cock twitch again at the sound, as he his hand gripped onto your hip again. Without warning, he slowly pulled out half way, leaving his dripping tip inside of you, and plunge fully back into you. You choked out at the abrupt movement before falling limp and whimpering as Haruka began to pound inside of you once again, his pace not starting slow this time. He drilled his cock sloppily into you, cum dripping onto the bed sheets from each messy shove

"H-Haruka, s-sweetheart, slow d-dow--Ahhh!!!" You whined, arching your back. He groaned, feeling your nipples brush against his chest, as he kept ploughing into you. He hide is head in the crux of your throat littered with his previous hickies, as if he was ashamed of what he was doing. He panted, latching his mouth onto your sensitive neck, as if all he could do was worship the marks he made onto your precious skin. It's the least he can do for his angel taking him so well

You were still so incredibly tight, even though he absolute abused you wet little cunt. He kept his pace quick, unable to be gentle. Every sharp rock of his hips explored even deeper into you, hitting you with all the angles he knew drove you insane. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you tried to not go mad with overstimulated pleasure. You could tell that Haruka quite enjoyed being the one that made you feel this good. He smirked as he kisses your rapid pulse, feeling his pre cum leak once again. Maybe he should be on top more often

The night was incredible, yet you could feel the ache in your legs and core was going to last for days. Even after that, Haruka never pulled out, only taking short breaks that lasted seconds before he ploughed into again. Haruka cuddled with your limp body, still trying to go as fast as he can. Cum continued to spill out onto the bed sheets, making you squirm as you only got filled up again and again. And you knew the cycle would repeat over and over and over again until Haruka fucked both of you till utter exhaustion

You woke up to the sight of sunlight gleaming through your blinds. Your eyes were heavy with fatigue, while your lower body was still sore from last night's activities. You turned your head ever so slightly seeing Haruka passed out himself on the bed. His arm was lazily drapped around your waist, but you could feel a sense of protectiveness wash over you when he held you. He stirred a bit at your movements, albeit gentle, and groggily opened his eyes

"G-Good morning, beloved. D-Does your body hurt? How do you feel?" He asked, concerned. You saw the guilt resurface on his face, worried that he may have hurt you. You just gave him a weak smile, nuzzling closer to him. He frowned, not hearing an answer to his question still, but a lazy kiss on his cheek was enough to get through to him. He smiled at himself, resting his body on top of yours

You two basked in each other's warmth for a few moments before you spoke up, teasing him in a playful tone. "You should get jealous more often," You chuckled, making Haruka go red in the face, stammering

"E-Eh?! D-Don't say that! I could've hurt you!" He blurted out his reply out loud, but quickly clamped his mouth with his hand, utterly embarrassed by numerous factors. He sighed, looking ashamed of himself. His hand grabbed yours, brushing your knuckle with his thumb. "I-I'm sorry, Y/N....f-for last night....I went to rough....I never wanted to hurt you....w-why am I so dumb?" his voice cracked, geunine remorse washing over him. You just shook your head, smiling, guiding his chin with your finger to look at you. You kissed his cheek again, rubbing your nose with his

"You're not dumb, Haruka darling. You're smart, sweet, and caring. Hey, look. I bruise easily and I enjoy you being rough sometimes," You chuckled, but your tone was sincere and kind. "Please don't beat yourself up, sweetheart," You caressed his cheek, making him shyly smile in return

"If you say so, Y/N. H-Here. You're.....ummm....s-sorry...." He motioned underneath the sheets, seeing that you both were still naked underneath. You blushed, but nodded, knowing that he was referencing to cleaning up

"Do you mind running a bubble bath, Haruka? You remember how to do it, right? I'll throw the sheets in the wa--a-ah?!" Before you could stand up, Haruka slipped one hand underneath your legs and his other arm around your back. He lifted you up from the bed bridal style, carrying you to the bathroom. He set you down on the tub, as he turned the faucet to warm water, allowing it to spill in the bathtub

"Y-Yeah, I remember how. But I can handle all that. A-And I can make breakfast too! I.....I want to take care of you....like you take care of me...." He said, making your heart race. Yes, you took care of Haruka, but it wasn't like he didn't do anything for you in return, no--not at all! He may have not had any experience taking care of others, but his over attentiveness and tips from you compensated for it. You can tell you were rubbing off of him, and it wasn't a bad thing at all

"Haruka--"

"Y-Your....legs feel sore, right? Y-You....you winced when you sat up on the bed...." He looked down, red in the face as he poured the bubble bath solution in. "I'm really sorry again...." he apologized, making you giggle at his constant guilt over nothing

"H-Hey, Y/N, please! I-It's not funny....I just....you said you liked it, but....I want to make you feel good....n-not in a way where you hurt..." he admitted, only earning another laugh from you

"I didn't mean to laugh, sorry, Haruka. But really, you're good. I promise, you did nothing wrong. I enjoyed last night and you did make me feel good. Sometimes, I'm going to wake up feeling sore....you know where...." Your cheeks flushed red, but continued "It's normal,"

He sighed, but nodded, as he turned off the faucet, checking the water to make sure it was warm before stepping inside himself. He made his way to you, pressing his body against yours shyly. He blushed, but smiled at the intimate contact, despite the events of last night

"I'm happy, then. I can wash your hair, and...and after I wash the sheets, I can make you breakfast!" He said, squirting an excessive amount of shampoo in his hands. You turned to him, quickly grabbing a handful of soapy water to wet your hair before he started to massage the product in your scalp

"I feel like when you make breakfast it's either toast or cereal more often than not," You teased, making his face pull into something that wasn't necessarily a pout, but something else you couldn't quite make out. It was, nevertheless, a cute expression

"S-Sorry...b-but I got better at making waffles! You like waffles, right Y/N? I try to make them for you," He offered, running his fingers through your hair. His face soften, but his next question was something that made the both of you chuckle "But umm...can you show me to how to wash the sheets again?"

"Of course, Haruka....Thank you....I know you say that I take care of you a lot, but you do a great job when you're taking care of me....I love you, Haruka...."

Damn. You really don't know what you do to this poor boy's heart

"I love you too, angel. I want to try my best for you,"

[domm1etae]

Under His Control

san x wooyoung

oneshot | mdni

1.2k

In the high-stakes world of Choi Corp, CEO San and his devoted secretary Wooyoung navigate a twisted relationship of power, submission, and pleasure, where boundaries are pushed, and desires are fully satisfied

nsfw tags under

m/m, top san, bottom woo, anal sex, rough sex, dominance, submission, public sex, humiliation, degradation, voyeurism, light bondage, forced orgasm, brat taming, sex toys, exhibitionism, aftercare, dirty talk, begging, discipline, deepthroating, office sex, kissing

author's note: first time writing Woosan, yay! just a reminder that my stories are purely fictional and are not intended to represent the idols’ real-life personalities

San is the young and charismatic CEO of Choi Corp, a man known for his relentless drive and handsome looks. Wooyoung, his stunning secretary, is always by his side, ensuring that everything runs smoothly. San's life is a whirlwind of meetings, business deals, and constant pressure as he works tirelessly to expand his company. Fortunately, Wooyoung is there to support him, handling paperwork, managing schedules, and taking care of business matters with meticulous precision. He's the perfect secretary, always looking sharp and working even harder.

But there's more to Wooyoung's role than just being an exceptional employee. What really makes Wooyoung San's favorite is his ability to relieve San's stress and frustration in the most intimate ways. San doesn't hesitate to bend Wooyoung over the backseat of his car on the way to meetings, or take him in the elevator, on the office couch, or even pressed up against the floor-to-ceiling glass windows—just because he can. Wooyoung, always willing and eager, lets San have his way with him anywhere, anytime, until he's left a blabbering, drooling mess who can barely stand.

Wooyoung takes it all without a word of complaint, embracing his role with shameless enthusiasm. He's more than willing to do anything to keep San satisfied, his only goal to have his slutty hole filled with San's cock. He never hesitates to beg and cry for it, always ready to hop on whenever San demands. Wooyoung's favorite moments are when San is focused on an important project, and he's on his knees under the desk, deepthroating San’s cock. He takes it all in, choking and crying, and hums around San’s length when he feels him respond.

When Wooyoung gets too bratty, San knows exactly how to handle him. He'll stuff one of Wooyoung’s fancy ties into his mouth, bind him to a chair, and shove a vibrator up his ass, leaving him to writhe and whimper in a corner of the office while San finishes his work. San loves watching Wooyoung like this—flushed cheeks, tear-streaked face, a trembling, desperate mess.

And when a crucial meeting with big clients isn't going well, San has a unique way of sealing the deal. He offers them the chance to fuck Wooyoung, right there on the office couch. San watches as Wooyoung is pounded by strangers, never breaking eye contact, knowing Wooyoung won’t complain. After all, Wooyoung lives for this—getting his loose hole used and abused.

Later, once the office is quiet again, San will shower Wooyoung with kisses, thanking him for his service. He’ll buy him expensive underwear as a reward, and Wooyoung will make sure to show San just how good he looks in his new boxers every time.

Despite all the intimacy and heat between them, the dynamic between San and Wooyoung is always clear. Wooyoung knows his place, understands the power San holds over him, and he thrives on it. San, on the other hand, enjoys the control he has over Wooyoung, both in and out of the office. He appreciates how Wooyoung's submission feeds his own ego, how it fuels his desire to dominate.

One of San's favorite things to do after a particularly stressful day is to strip Wooyoung down to nothing and have him stand before the large glass windows of his penthouse office. The city sprawls out beneath them, the night alive with lights and motion. San loves to see Wooyoung’s reflection in the glass, standing naked and vulnerable, knowing that anyone could look up and see him in such a compromising position. The thrill of exposure makes Wooyoung’s cock hard, and San takes his time, teasing him until Wooyoung is a shaking mess, desperate to be fucked.

Sometimes, San makes Wooyoung wait, prolonging his agony just to watch him squirm. He’ll circle around him, whispering filthy things in his ear, grazing his fingers over Wooyoung’s sensitive skin but never giving him the release he craves. Wooyoung’s begging only makes San more determined to draw out the torment, loving the power he wields over Wooyoung’s body and mind.

When San finally decides to give Wooyoung what he wants, it’s always worth the wait. San’s touch turns rough, his words sharper, as he bends Wooyoung over the desk or forces him against the cold glass. The contrast between the cool surface and San’s hot, demanding presence drives Wooyoung wild, pushing him to the edge with every thrust. Wooyoung’s cries echo through the office, a symphony of pleasure and pain that San never tires of hearing.

But San isn’t just satisfied with owning Wooyoung’s body; he wants to possess every part of him. This is why he often tests Wooyoung’s loyalty, throwing challenges his way to see just how far he’ll go to please him. Whether it’s taking on additional work tasks without complaint or submitting to even more degrading sexual acts, Wooyoung never fails to prove his devotion. Each time Wooyoung passes these tests, San rewards him with more attention, more affection, and sometimes, more control in their encounters, though it’s always temporary and on San’s terms.

On occasion, San will take Wooyoung out of the office, bringing him to exclusive parties where the elite of the business world gather. Wooyoung is always the perfect companion, attentive and charming, but behind closed doors, San enjoys showing off just how much Wooyoung belongs to him. In private lounges, away from prying eyes, San will have Wooyoung on his knees, performing for him and anyone San deems worthy of watching. It’s another form of power play, another way for San to exert his dominance, and Wooyoung submits to it all, knowing that it pleases his boss.

San’s possessiveness over Wooyoung doesn’t just stem from a desire to control him, but also from a twisted sense of care. He likes to pamper Wooyoung, buying him expensive gifts and taking care of his needs, but it’s always with the understanding that Wooyoung belongs to him. The gifts are a reminder of that ownership, tokens of San’s dominance. And Wooyoung, ever the eager submissive, takes pride in these gifts, flaunting them whenever possible, as if to say, "Look how much my boss loves me."

Even though their relationship is far from conventional, there’s an undeniable bond between San and Wooyoung. They understand each other in ways no one else could, their connection built on power, submission, and a mutual satisfaction that goes beyond the physical. Wooyoung may be San’s plaything, but he’s also the one person who truly sees San for who he is—both the ruthless CEO and the man who craves control in every aspect of his life.

And for Wooyoung, that’s enough. He doesn’t need love or romance; he’s content with the attention, the rewards, and the sense of purpose he gets from serving San. In his mind, there’s no greater pleasure than being the one to satisfy San’s every need, no matter how twisted or demanding. It’s what keeps him coming back, day after day, ready and willing to be used however San desires.

In the end, both men get what they want—San, the perfect blend of control and satisfaction, and Wooyoung, the fulfillment of his deepest desires. Together, they create a world where power and pleasure are intertwined, where boundaries are pushed, and where both of them find exactly what they’re looking for in each other.

[fizzy-blood]

Jane the Killer Headcanons🔪🖤[NSFW]

Shout out to @emo-clown-fucker for telling me to follow my dreams🥰 (I asked if I should write for Jane and they said yes.) So I hope you enjoy! GN s/o but I wrote it as AFAB ^_^

Warning: 18+/NSFW content!! [Bondage, strap-on, actually kinda fluffy at points?]

I'M FINALLY WRITING FOR OUR GIRL KISSER QUEEN. THIS WOMAN MADE ME QUESTION MY SEXUALITY AT THE AGE OF 9.

It's really only fitting if I write some stuff for her 😌

So let's get started by saying that she is... Really... Sweet during sex?

She's very gentle for the first few minutes and will make sure you're actually enjoying yourself.

She's also normally on top and is a bit more dominant but she's fine with you being on top of you really wanna try that!

Random thingy but I actually headcanon her as demisexual (just felt the need to say that idk)

She also has a thing for tying you up (if you're ok with it of course, she doesn't wanna make you uncomfortable)

She'd also give you a safe word or make you do a simple action like tapping her hand twice so you'd be able to tell her to slow down or stop.

BACK TO THE TOPIC OF BONDAGE!

Jane would never use rope unless you'd rip anything else she has to tie you up with. She actually finds it harder to tie knots with and thinks the texture is bad.

She actually likes using ribbon if she can. (It's soft and pretty and easy to tie)

She has also probably gagged you at some point! (Jane owns a ball gag for when she normally does that kind of stuff but sometimes will use a clean sock if she can't find it)

Jane also enjoys it when you squirm around when she eats you out. (Takes it as a sign of you feeling good... Which... It is!)

Now, I normally do a dick description but... She doesn't have one of those... So I'll just describe her body type and stuff... :3

She's about 5'9, a bit chubby and is generally pretty curvy (also hip dips 🤤)

I'm not good with explaining breast sizes but I think she'd be a C-Cup (did I do that right? I don't fully know... I feel like I should know how tit sizes work☹️)

she doesn't really shave that often (HNGGG) but her body is also mostly burned so a good chunk of her is just... Hairless? (Mostly on her left side)

But she's fine with shaving what is there if you really really want her to..

She also normally keeps her mask on during sex and takes it off immediately after.

Just got so used to wearing it that she sometimes forgets it's on..

Also! She owns a couple different strap-ons! The one she normally uses on you is black and about... 7 inches? She has some that are smaller or bigger but that's the one she picks 80% of the time.

It's mostly smooth but it has a couple bumps near the tip for texture. (It's also made with softer materials so it really doesn't hurt 💖)

Aftercare!!

Again, takes off her mask immediately after. It helps her untie you and make sure you're ok physically.

She asks how you're doing and then asks if you need anything.

Jane probably is strong enough to carry you but if she can't she'll just help you walk by putting her arms around you and keeping you propped up.

So she'll help you get to the bathroom for a nice hot shower or warm bath if that's what you want!! (she's one of the few people in the mansion with a bathroom attached to her room so don't worry about anyone seeing you)

She'll make you a tea or grab you a glass of water if you feel thirsty or see if she can find you a quick snack if you feel hungry.

If not? She'll lay down on the bed and pull you against her, having your head resting against her chest or lap.

Jane also has a nice voice and will softly hum till one of you falls asleep <3

11/10. I want her.

I had so much fun with this? Hello? Uhm... I hope you enjoyed reading this!! I love Jane so much and she rarely gets written on here so... Yay!! Did I feel you guys well? Anyways... My ask box is open so feel free to send an ask or idea or request! Please reblog because likes don't do shit in this place and once again, I hope you enjoyed!!

-Fizz

(Black dividers by @sister-lucifer , also I think the star ones are by then as well?)

[valiantroeagleangel]

Noah's alphabet

Noah Sebastian x female reader

Following the Bad Omens's alphabet request with Noah, everybody's male whore. This is obviously NSFW.

Mama's tag list: @circle-with-me @somewhere-diamond @malice-ov-mercy @smokeynaomi @darkhallcorner @loeytuan98 @sthnog @cookiesupplier @cncohshit @lma1986 @skulliecadaver-blog

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I feel like sex unlocks a new Noah. Let's face it, we don't like it but Noah surely is emotionally constipated. He won't talk about his feelings or about too many deep things, especially at the beginning of the relationship. But after sex you know, maybe he feels closer to you because of the intimacy but he would open up to you a little. You may have deeper conversations as he holds you in his arms, staring at the ceiling.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

This is a boob man come on. He is more boyish than Jolly you know. When I was telling you that Jolly enjoyed a nice cleavage, yes he does but in a mature way. I feel like Noah is still silly enough to just go "OMG BOOBS YAY!!!"

And on him, I feel like he came to a situation where he is able to enjoy how big his hands are, especially compared to yours. Let's be honest even if you are gigantic the chances of you being taller than him are very low. And he enjoys how big you're making him feel and the hands are the best way to compare.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Will cum in his pants while eating you out.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Same as the Ruffilo's one. They jerked off together once (if not more). They really were too suspicious and I like it, ok?

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Is he experienced? I don't know I don't have the same vibe that I had with Jolly. We all wish he was because it's better for the plot buuuuuut you know... :///

He must be, a little at least but not that much? He tries tho, he tries his best but your first times were maybe like-

"here?"

"no not here noah."

"okay here maybe?"

"still not..."

"uuuggghhh?!"

"alright I'll show you. HERE."

"oooooooh."

And this dude discovered a new world, now he is able to know what he is doing. But he wasn't before.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary with him holding your hands above your head. He is hovering over you, both of your wrists in his hand, pinned over your head and he just slowly thrusts into you, watching your reactions. He likes how it makes him feel in charge.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Ain't no way this dude is cracking jokes during the deed. He is on a mission, he is not going to try and be humorous. I'm not saying that he is taking it like WE ARE HAVING SEX, SEX IS DONE, BACK TO NORMAL PERSONALITY serious kind of type, but he is not goofy either.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Oh he trims it for sure, he is taking care of the carpet. It's not fully trimmed okay but he spends time cutting it for it to be nice and clean.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Back to this dude not dealing with his emotions, he gotta let them out at some point. I'm pretty sure he can be very very intimate. Once again especially at the beginning of your relationship. But yeah that dude is romantic, that dude is worshipping you, he loves you and he tries to let you know it during sex because if he doesn't he is going to burst into flames with all of these emotions he can feel.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I really have issues with this headcanon every time because I always want to say FUCKING YES I LOVE IT QUEEN GO MASTURBATE. But for this one, yeah he does it okay, but not really how I wish he did. Definitely does it in the shower tho. A hand against the tiles and he just whoop whoop the meat.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Submission kink, he likes to see you at his mercy. Not in a violent way but more to know that yes you're drooling and crying on the mattress because of him and that he is the only one who can pleasure you. That you are on your knees for him, and only him. Once he gets to know your body he is going to use it to his advantage.

And I think he has a praise kink, oh fuck me he does. He likes to hear you say how good he is, how good he is making you feel and how you can't deal with the pleasure because of him.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Love the idea of him taking you in the kitchen. Why? I don't know but him taking you on the counter or on the dinner table. Love it. Besides that, bed.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Oh you're walking around the house wearing his t-shirt and his shorts? You're good for one. Noah needs to feel loved I think, to feel like he matters to you, he belongs to you, that you won't abandon him so whenever there is something that makes him feel like that he just gets a little too excited-

Back to how to deal with his feelings. He doesn't know how so -> sex.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Honestly, I know I wrote threesomes with him but let's be real this is not accurate. He won't do threesomes. Once again he wants to feel loved not to feel like you desire someone more than him. And he is not going to fight for your affection in this case. If he feels like you want someone else he will just go "alright she doesn't love me anymore. I've been fucked again." SO NO SHARING, SORRY LADIES.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Oh come on that one is an easy one. We all agreed that Noah was a proud munch, there is no debate anymore. He will eat you slow and nice or either suck the soul out of you, there is no in-between. But when that dude eats? HE EATS. He will eat and make you come until he is satisfied.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

I love the idea of slow and sensual sex. Like slow sex in the morning, you both just wake up and he is just ready to go you know? He'll fuck you nicely and tenderly. Missionary it's him looking at you, very calculated thrust so he can admire how you close your eyes and how you moan.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He does them. First of all because of his tight schedule and maybe yours but also because-

AAHH he is so frustrated and doesn't know how to deal with it? Boom quickie. He just finds you very hot when you're cooking? Boom quickie. Quickie, quickie, quickie.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

That dude won't take too much risk. No public sex, no semi-public sex, no PDA, nothing. He doesn't want ANYONE to stiff his nose in his private life so he won't take risks.

That aside he is not again some experimenting.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

I'm sure he has a great stamina. He has lungs, he's athletic now, pushing to the gym. That dude is doing multiple rounds, maybe with some small breaks in between but he is doing it.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

They went from 😠enemies😠 to 🌈friends🌈 in his eyes. At first, he was not for it, he didn't know how to use it and didn't understand why. He was like "what do you want a toy when you can have me???". But the more you guys grew together, the more you tried things and the more he accepted them and enjoyed them. They didn't replace him so he is happy with it.

And for himself I don't think he really uses them that much.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

That dude is a fucking bitch. I'm sorry but he is teasing you, he is enjoying seeing you ignite yourself because of him. He is truly unfair and it pampers his ego.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

That dude is loud and in a messy way. He moans, he groans, he talks, he lose himself in the deed. He'll keep telling you how good you feels and how tight you are.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Has a thing for mini skirts, panties with ribbons and high socks.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

LONG. Necessarily not massive or heavy but LONG.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I think his sex drive is really random. It can be a week of random quickies or like more intimate sex multiple times a week. Often it's a mix of both but it depends on the schedule you know.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Either fall asleep immediately or won't be able to sleep because you guys talked for hours and now he is overthinking about why he overshared like that. What if you don't like him in the morning because he said too much? (it won't happen but this dude is a little psychotic.)

[sonofatoasterwaffle]

This isn't exactly a kink persay but I'd love to read some subspace aftercare ft. sub eddie and dom buck

hi, anon! thank you for your patience as well! I thought it would be cute to fill yours last 🫶🏻.

only a little nsfw but since it's iffy i'll put it under the cut just in case. (also, finally under 1k!! yay me!)

“Lemme wash your hair.” 

If Eddie were more present in his body, he might say no, but as it is: his eyes glassy and far away, body relaxed and gooey on the mattress, he doesn’t protest. Buck loves him like this. So strung out on pleasure and the euphoria of giving it all over that it’s all he can do to let Buck lead him into the bathroom and park him against the sink. 

It’s the sign of a job well done, Buck’s domination just right to help lower Eddie down, down, down into this soft fuzzy space. 

He’ll be out of it for a while yet, and now Buck gets to indulge in his favorite part of this. Don’t get him wrong– he loves domming Eddie. Manhandling him, tying him up, spanking him, fucking his mouth, making him come over and over and over, whatever it is Eddie needs. It’s a fucking trip, and Buck loves every minute of it. But this– this is where he really shines. 

He starts the shower first to give it a second to warm up, then ducks under the sink to grab a few of the fluffy towels they use specifically for this, setting them on the vanity. “Ready, honey?” 

Eddie nods, movements syrupy as Buck guides him into the shower and steps in behind him. It’s a bit of a squeeze, but it’s perfect for times like this when being close is what they both need. Buck moans as the hot water hits his skin and warms him through. It feels like every muscle is getting instantly loosened, relaxed. He can only imagine how much more so it feels on Eddie’s spent body. 

He leans back against Buck’s chest, letting himself be held, pet gently, goosebumps rising as he melts. 

Buck does his best to keep him propped up as he gives them both a once over with a soapy loofah. He brushes careful fingers over Eddie’s abused rim, doing his best to get as much of the come rinsed out so Eddie doesn’t feel drippy later. It feels a hundred times more intimate than anything else they’ve done tonight, and Buck can’t help but revel in the unwavering trust Eddie’s granting him. 

Next, he sinks careful fingers into Eddie’s hair, scrubbing his scalp with some of the tea tree shampoo he always buys no matter how much Eddie grumbles about the price. Eddie loves it, and he deserves it, and Buck will be damned before he lets him go without for no good reason. Besides, tonight, it seems Eddie has no such complaints. “Feels good.” he offers, the first words he’s been able to form since his last orgasm. 

“Good.” Buck murmurs back, keeping steadying hands on his boyfriend while he rinses the shampoo out. 

After their shower, Buck makes tea. It’s the fruity stuff that doesn’t really have a purpose other than tasting good, and he heaps sugar into both their mugs before he brings them to the couch. Eddie hums happily at the first sip, sinking back into the cushions. He’s dressed head to toe in Buck’s sweats, looking soft and young and almost small in the hoodie that’s even oversized on Buck. It makes him want to cover him in bubble wrap and never let him go. 

Instead, he flops down on the couch and opens his arms, lets Eddie crawl on top of him and weigh him down. It’s everything Buck’s ever wanted, if he’s honest with himself. In a few hours, Chris will be home. He’ll scoff at them both trying to fit on the couch together like this, but he’ll look at them fondly from the kitchen while he waits for pizza rolls to bake in the oven. 

Eddie will sleepily ask Chris about his day, his time with his friends after school, and listen intently to whatever their teenager deigns to share. When they get their bones back, they’ll scrounge through the kitchen for something to eat, probably landing on some sort of leftovers from earlier in the week. They’ll crash back on the couch, needling Chris into joining them for a movie. 

Later, they’ll go to sleep on fresh sheets Buck changes while Eddie gets ready for bed. They’ll wrap themselves around each other until it’s no longer clear where one of them ends and the other begins. Eddie will snore and Buck will snore louder, and that bone-deep satisfaction will make a home behind his ribs. 

[radawaycunt]

nsfw hannibal headcanons, after seeing your will headcanons, i can't stop thinking about hannibal 🙇‍♀️

Yay yippeeeeeee!!!! Thank u ive been lowkey wanting to do like a follow up for him <33 here’s a few of them (minors dni):

————

— dom dom dom through and through!!!! I even believe he literally has a god complex lol he’s strict but fair tho and doesn’t give you anything he doesn’t think you can take. King of aftercare too, he’s soooooo adoring and tender in the comedown.

— in my eyes, he only subs from time to time because he finds it sort of amusing, but also because he’s curious to see what you will do to him. He likes being pleasantly surprised.

— LOVES giving head and god damn it to hell he’s fucking amazing at it. Will stay down there til he grows gills type of deal.

— also he’s a huge fucking tease. He will go slow, taking his time to savor it all. Begging is like music to his ears.

— yes, he will talk you through it. No doubt about that.

— knife play. Need i say more? Worth noting you keep having to buy new underwear and stockings….

— also, i do believe he has a thing for hypnosis, or at least would love to explore it.

— favorite position i think is missionary, because he wants to be as close as possible and also likes to see your face. Bonus points for mating press!!!!

— OH also… i think he’d be into some light form of pet play only because of the dehumanization aspect. Again, god complex hahahaha…..My brain is frying and sizzling over this.

— ultimately tho he cares a lot about your well being, so he always double checks that you’re sure about things.

— loves sharing you with Will, AND loves watching the two of you from time to time.

— gets off on getting you off <33 in some fucked up way shape or form, you coulddddd argue that he’s a pleasure dom, like even while teasing you he’ll make it feel so good.

———