#mystic messenger smut

[sleepingdeath-light]

red and the wolf ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (kinktober entry)

word count ; 974

content ; sexually explicit content, dirty talk, slight praise kink, penetrative sex

fandom ; mystic messenger

pairing ; hyun ryu / zen x gender neutral reader

read also on ; ao3

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When your boyfriend had called himself 'a wolf' in the bedroom you'd just brushed it off as a joke about him having a high libido (which your perpetually aching thighs and few dozen pairs of ruined underwear could attest to). But now, with him looming over you in with those sparkling, perfectly white teeth, and glimmering red eyes, and that deep voice that sounded like something between a growl and a whisper, you couldn't help but think he was being far more literal than you'd initially given him credit for.

Not that you were complaining, of course, it was nice to be manhandled every once in a while — even if all of the filth falling from those beautiful lips of his was starting to drive you mad.

Zen urged you to be loud, to make as much noise as you want and more — leaning down to brush his lips against the shell of your ear and whispering in that heavy evening voice of his to ask if you can be 'louder' for him. Practically begging you to keep making all of those 'pretty noises' you know he loves. And every whimper and moan and gasp earned you a cuss, or a grunt, or a perfectly angled thrust of his cock straight into that spongy spot inside of you that makes you see stars. A reward for your obedience punctuated by wet, messy kisses to your lips that were more tongue and teeth than anything else (oh how swollen your lips would be tomorrow, marred with the indents of his teeth and your own, bitten so deeply that you could already taste your own coppery blood on your tongue despite how young the night still was).

He downright worshipped your body between thrusts: groping at every ridge, and swell, and dip, and scar — complimenting each part of you with an earnestness that you knew better than to dispute. Calling you 'hot', 'sexy', and 'all mine' as he sucked, bit, and marked his way along your throat and jaw. Tenderly lapping at your pulse point and chuckling when he felt it jump after a particularly playful slap to your backside. He playfully calls you his 'little pet'; the 'red' to his 'wolf' — and he mouths wet promises against your throat of not stopping until the mattress is hanging off of the bed and you're both too tired to go on (and with his stamina, well… you'll surely have a long night ahead of you).

He then effortlessly lifted your trembling thigh with one hand to wrap it around his waist, feeling the muscles of his abdomen pressing into your skin as he pressed his muscular chest down against yours. And in that same husky voice, Zen praised you for taking him 'so well' tonight, words that barely reach you as you’re far too close to climax to notice much beyond how good it feels to have him touching you and the waves of pleasant heat washing over your body as you start to mount your peak.

Clearly he’s not too far behind as you can just about see him gritting his teeth through your hazy vision as he tried his best to last out for you. Pace quickening and deepening as he eagerly chased your high and chased your lips with his own with the same amount of ferocity you’d come to expect from him, calling you 'perfect', and 'made for me', and telling you how you feel 'so fucking good, babe,'. Each broken phrase an island of coherence amongst the endless stream of growls, and moans, and grunts that slip from his lips as he pounds his hips into yours and fills your hole with his dick in that way you love (and how could you not?).

Long strands of white hair fall over his shoulders and out of his up-do, tickling your nose and sticking to the sweat covering your body and face as you started to rapidly approach your climax. But by now you're too distracted by the way it felt to be stretched out on that pretty cock of his, and the distant sensation of him slipping one of those large, soft hands into yours and holding it tightly — grounding you in the same way that he was kept grounded by the sharp stinging pain of your fingernails digging into the toned, pale expanse of his shoulders and back — to care about anything like that. Even the fuzzy sound of his voice praising you, and cussing, and grunting and moaning against your lips (and jaw and cheeks and throat, always moving and marking and loving you) was too distant to your muddy mind for you to truly notice or understand beyond your short responses in the shape of moans and whimpers.

Then something snaps and the world around you comes crashing down, washed away with what remained of your coherent thoughts by the torrent of burning pleasure that wracked through your body. Kept in that blissful, whited-out place by his soft lips, and endless flirting, and expert thrusting as you lost yourself in the pounding of your heart, and the aching of your lungs, and the intense sensations that left your whole body limp and trembling, and your entrance pulsing and fluttering around your Zen. No longer able to do anything but moan, and gasp, and whimper until your throat was too hoarse to do even that.

And Zen (your Zen, your wolf) followed soon after with a loud cry (howl, even) of your name as he filled you completely with his seed. Pressing his sweat slicked forehead against yours as you both try and catch your breath. Completely messy and blissed out and in love; red and their wolf, basking in the musky afterglow before going straight back into the fray the moment you had both come back down to earth.

[kangjaehee]

RFA + sex headcanons

because i am in a Mood. minors do not interact

content under the cut

YOOSUNG.

SUBBY.

like... very. He likes it when u take control.

He likes it when you’re mean to him, when you demand, when you give him no choice but to do as you say if he wants to be a good boy for you.

Humiliation is his shit kinda... he says he doesn’t like it when you highlight how sensitive he is but you, who sees how he trembles at every word you say, you know different.

And on that regard... he’s sensitive. Like, the slightest touch and the right words can crumble him into a whimpering mess within seconds. You’re actually quite shocked. But you absolutely love it.

And he’s loud, too. Doesn’t at all hold back his cries, which sound oh so beautiful to you.

Very into pet play. Likes when you take care of him, likes the element of humiliation that comes with being treated like an animal.

Make him do the gross embarrassing things. Make him eat from a bowl and bark. It gets him off.

Surprisingly, he’s not that much into physical pain or impact, just the control element of it all. He likes it as part of something else, but not in and of itself.

Actually he gets off more in the concept of punishment than the act itself... it urges him on. You think it’s cute. It makes him harder to hear your little dismissive laugh after he whines.

He finishes quite fast but my god does he have stamina. He can go for rounds and rounds that leave you asking for a break.

it turns out all those lolol all nighters he pulled did actually mean something....

Also: the idea of you taking care of him while he’s in the middle of a game??? and not letting him cum until he wins????? GOD it makes him melt.

Very kissy during aftercare. Also very talkative.

You actually have no idea how a person can have this much energy after cumming so many times but hey this is Kim Yoosung we’re talking about.

He doesn’t sext but he does call you to tell you how needy he is. Over the line, you hear him stroke himself to your voice. It makes you lose your mind.

ZEN.

this man has 1 goal and 1 goal only: making you feel good

service top pleasure dom whatever you wanna call it. He just wants you to feel loved and sexy and give you the orgasm of your life.

He likes feeling you. Groping your thigh, manhandling you, kissing you red and raw.

(of course, all while he praises you and tells you how unbelievably gorgeous you are...)

And you absolutely love it. It makes you feel wanted, powerful.

Active sex drive. Y’all do it every other day or so. Not always for long. But it’s an integral part of your relationship. 

He’d do it anywhere. In the kitchen, living room, bathroom, car... He doesn’t need to be comfortable, he just needs his hands and your body to touch.

But don’t misinterpret him, he loves planned affairs too. Especially when you go out of your way to set the mood with lighting and scents and stuff.

LOVES it when you dress up for him. Put on some cute lingerie and sit there, watching as he turns beet red and his breath deepens.

And send him pics. be the biggest tease you can be. Anything relating to you drives him crazy. In his eyes, you’re the sexiest being on the planet, no matter what anyone has told you.

Although keep in mind that he Will warn u about the power u have over him and The Beast potentially coming out at an unwanted moment...

You always tell him to be patient and wait, as if that’s not exactly what you’re after. The Beast always comes out when he gets home though, with him absolutely devouring you in kisses.

Stamina for days... like come on let’s be real he’s a musical theatre performer. He’s Never done.

Not very kinky but has a thing for breeding? creampieing? He wants to claim you, to have something of his inside you.

...And you don’t hate the idea but Babe don’t you think we’re... too young for kids?

Oh my God sorry I didn’t mean it like that... But, hey, don’t you think I’d make a good dad ;)?

You roll your eyes and laugh.

Also he’s not so opposed to the idea of bondage... to have unrestricted access to your body like that (or you to his...)

Surpisingly likes toys. If they make the experience better for you... (and he wants to try them too, though he’s not gonna admit it).

He’s not very keen on being on the receiving end. Doesn’t exactly like not being the one in charge, but he relents every once in a while.

He particularly loves blowjobs. He thinks you look so stupidly sexy while doing them, and the way he flusters and bites his lip... it’s so cute

(One day you’re gonna get him on his knees for you, one day.)

JAEHEE.

Although the tension between you two and the desire you harbored for each other was undeniable, it took you quite a while to get intimate.

When you crossed that threshold, though... Well, let’s just say there was no return.

Lots of kissing. Before, during, and after. She kisses you intensely, with purpose, like she wants to eat you whole. It’s a bit overwhelming. Makes you wonder for how long she’s been saving this.

Quick, does not hesitate. Teases very little, goes straight to it, and has you shaking and remembering nothing but her name in a matter of miniutes.

Stupidly skilled with her hands. They’re good for so many more things other than kneading dough...

Absolutely loves to hear your moans and other sounds. It urges her on. Please be as loud as you possibly can.

The sight of her large honey eyes looking up at you while she’s eating you out has to be one of your favorites.

But while she absolutely adores being the one to take care of you, she actually pefers it the other way around...

And you do too. Because, my god this woman is the cutest being in the universe when she’s flustered. And it’s extremely easy to fluster her.

All it takes is a smile, a kiss, a remark on how wet she is for you... and boom. You’ve reduced her to a mess of whimpers. She’s sensitive and easy to crack.

And it’s funny because all the while you’ll see her trying desperately to hold onto the propriety that she’s so known for. But soon enough it’s gone and she’s cursing and pleading.

You love to tease her because of this. She groans like she hates it but actually doesn’t, actually wants you to do it, draw this out as long as you can. It makes her climax much more satisfying.

She loves when u play with her boobs. Bite them, mark them, grab them, pinch them, maybe slap them if the occasion requires it...

Two words: Praise. Kink.

...Yeah she very obviously has it.

Tell her how well she’s doing no matter what it is that she’s doing. How good she is at taking your fingers down her pretty wet cunt. How well she’s sucking on your clit. It makes her feel like she’s in heaven.

And of course, tell her how she’s a good girl, how she’s your good girl. And watch her fucking dissolve.

(...yeah she’s quite a sub).

She’s into some other stuff... classics like bondage and the occasional spank, more adventurous stuff like wax play.

She likes sexual experimentation. She’d try most things once, just to have the experience, as long as they’re safe, sane, and consensual.

She has quite a bit of stamina and can last long, although she doesn’t exactly like cumming many times in a row or overstimulation in general. Instead, she prefers being edged until she can barely hold it in.

She also cries. It shocked you the first time, but... she cries when cumming.

And after you’re done, she’s always extremely tender and soft, wanting to cling to you for long. You always reassure her, tell her how good she did. Often you like to shower after, or eat something together. Cuddles after sex are mandatory but always remember to get up and do your necessities.

You guys don’t do it often, and don’t like to do it quick. The Jaehee motto is “If you’re going to do anything, do it how it’s supposed to be done” and that applies to sex. But that just makes the encounters you do have all the more special.

JUMIN

for someone whose only experience is having explored his best firend’s body once out of “curiosity” he’s surprisingly very good.

(JUMINV REAL i will die on this hill. i am cheritz actually.)

instinct-driven. doesn’t hesitate. takes you in whole.

composure and propriety thrown out the window, he will make you his. he’s gonna make sure that you forget your own name and only remember his, that you forget everything else but the feeling of his hands on your body and how he pounds inside you.

It’s not hard to get him going. Like at all. Just kiss him deep the way he likes it, grind agaist him, and bam.

He likes to tease verbally, you like grinding against my thigh, love? but not a lot. Eventually his desire to just have you wins him over.

It’s possessive, yes, but it’s his way of showing you just how much he wants you and no one else. You think of it as almost a privilege to be loved so deeply by someone.

Loves marking you, biting into you and then seeing the pretty purple bruises that from, that mark you as irrevocably his. Kisses you a lot during and after. A lot of You’re mines coming out of his mouth.

Also, he loves hearing your moans. And you love hearing his.

It’s actually very funny to tease him, because it’s very easy and he tries to make it subtle. Just push out your shoulder, watch as his face gets red and he swallows, struggling to keep his poise.

And then God save you, because he will not hold back...

You guys do it often. It’s a way for him to destress, so it’s almost a daily affair. A little quickie before bed and after waking up never hurt anyone...

Doesn’t like doing it in public, likes it when it’s just the two of you, though he for sure likes teasing you in public... You’ve given him a handjob in the limo in more than one occasion.

He’s averagely kinky. Likes bondage. Likes calling you his kitten. Likes slapping your ass when you’re both really into it. Not much beyond that. 

The dominant position is comfortable to him, he can let his desires run wild and free, and you like how he exerts his power, how he’s so confident. It almost lights you up.

Though he also has a strange, almost hidden desire for the other side of the coin... he likes being the one with the power taken away, too.

It always oddly attracted him, but he never paid attention to those desires, as they made no sense. But then you suddenly decided to be more dominant one time, and oh boy something awoke in him.

It’s not very easy for him to submit and let go. But it’s extremely liberating once he does so. For a man who has to be thinking and making decisions and bearing more responsibility on his shoulders than any person could imagine, being in a position where he doesn’t have to make any of the decisions is almost cathartic.

He likes being your kitten. Likes the sight of you above him, holding him by a leash and smiling, just as much as he loves the sight of you under him.

Likes impact quite a bit, actually. More on him than on you. It’s a little humiliating to imagine the heir of one of Korea’s biggest conglomerates being spanked raw. But that’s inexplicably a turn-on.

Likes latex a lot. The sight of you on it is pure art.

Also into shibari. Likes the intricacy of it, the protocol, the fact that it’s an art form.

Lot’s of stamina, doesn’t cum easily. Will always make sure you’re the one to finish first or with him. Prefers to cuddle after, sometimes for hours, tightly and in silence or with just a few words exchanged. It’s the act of bodies becoming one, of feeling being not said but expressed in the way his skin contacts with yours.

SEVEN.

Okay so wbk this man is a menace. This applies to sex too.

Most of the time, it’s sloppy and imporvised. Undeliberate, hands everywhere, kisses all over the face. He doesn’t think, and you don’t either. It’s almost funny.

A tease, just because he absolutely loves to see you riled up and begging for it. But, do it a bit aggressively. He’s a bit of a brat. He pushes, and wants you to push back and push harder.

He doesn’t need things at all to be fancy, he can have fun with very little. He’s creative.

But you know what his absolute shit is?? Roleplay.

He does it almost naturally. Has fun with it. Likes the performance element, the not being himself, the play. It’s a way for him to take advantage of all the costumes he’s kept form his agency days.

You’ve found him on more than one occasion just weasring a maid dress and pretending to clean... The indirect was caught and enacted upon.

He’s kind of a jack of all trades. He can top, he can bottom, he can take the strap and rail you until walking is an arduous task.

freak in the streets and the sheets. Truly willing to try anything once.

Pain enjoyer. Likes spanking you, and likes you doing it to him too.

Also likes overstimulation. Edge him, then let him cum, and do not let him stop... just let him go off like that.

Lots and lots of stamina. And also just fucking dies after. Does everything and then five minutes after he’s absolutely fucking spent. To you, it’s shocking. To go from being so loud to being so still...

Likes to kiss during foreplay, but not much during or after. Prefers to tease with words or just let the actions speak for themselves.

One thing about Choi Saeyoung: he’s a romantic partner and extremely entertaining lover. You can trust that stuff will never get repetitive on him. Always switching it up... in all ways possible.

[sukuna-darling]

Sᴀᴇʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ…ᴇᴅɢɪɴɢ

tags ⥂ 𝐦𝐝𝐢, PwP, edging, teasing/taunting, dacryphilia, biting, begging

all works

Pinching your nose and shaking your head whilst telling you, “Say it princess, let Daddy hear what you’re sorry about.” Stroking your sweet spot whilst rubbing circles into your clit.

He lets go of your nose, letting you whine, “Sorry for bothering you whilst you were working! Please let me cum. Please. I need to! Please I won’t do it again!” Smirking at you as your pussy tightens around his fingers. Which he stops moving.

Saeyoung presses your sensitive clit, whilst tears roll down your cheeks. Jerking your hips, making his fingers rub your sweet spot. But it’s too late, the build-up is gone, and the pressure on your clit is too uncomfortable.

He coos, “Of course, you will! You’re too needy and clingy.” Kissing your forehead. “Just the way I like my sweet baby to be.” Slowly dragging his fingers out.

Spreading his slick-coated fingers apart, watching the string break. Whilst he says, “You’ve soaked my hand down to my wrist and you didn’t even cum yet.” Slipping three of fingers into his mouth and groaning loudly.

Saeyoung spreads his thighs as he reaches down to cup his heavy balls. Whilst he grabs his cock, smearing his spit.

Pleading with Saeyoung, “Can I cum on your cock? Please it’s been an hour daddy? Aren’t you tired yet?” Trying to sit up as Saeyoung places his hand on your stomach. Holding you in place with some of his weight. Whilst he lines himself up with your pussy.

Nudging your puffy lips apart, grinding his cock along your slit. Avoiding your puffy, twitching clit whilst he groans, “How could I get tired of this? I didn’t rush working with my cock hard not to take my time. What I should do to you was in the back of my mind the whole time. You’re so distracting even when not in the room.” This fixation he has on your pussy seems to be keeping him awake.

Slowly thrusting his tip, the slow roll of his hips. Dragging his tip along your hole. Watching it get smaller only to stretch for his fat flush cockhead.

Whining, “Daddy you’re mean!” Leaning down as he grabs your thighs, wrapping them around your hips. Whilst he quickly meets his hips with yours.

The sounds of his balls hitting your ass follow the squelching of your pussy. Whilst you whimper, as you drag your nails down his back. Making fresh pink scratches over fading lines.

Saeyoung tells you, “I have to be, it’s too much fun.” His navel rubs your clit with every achingly slow thrust of his hips. Whilst he slips his fingers through yours.

Saeyoung holds your hand above your head. Whilst his tits are so close to your mouth. You can’t help but bite down harder than you intend. Letting go as Saeyoung whimpers, “Again!” Biting down harshly. Whilst he bucks his hips breaking his slow rhythm.

[yaoiaddict00]

Jumin x Reader Smut

So I was scrolling through YouTube today and found a Jumin Han perverted call (as you do) and I just wanted to write some smut that follows it.

The call basically talks about Sleeping Beauty, but Jumin……. Phew gotta prepare for this.

Jumin Han, said something along the lines of “I want to see how much you can take without opening your eyes.” And y’all… My writerussy quivered.

So, here is some smut playing on that phone call.

Jumin x Reader (fem)

Smut: Oral (fem receiving) looooooottttsssssss of teasing, fingering (fem receiving) 1.2k words

As always, no proof reading so sorry for any mistakes!!

His hand massaged your tits and his mouth worked bruises on your neck. The faint suckle of his tongue mixed with your fast breathing echoed in the room. You tried to think of other things, the ABC’s, the soft cushion of your shared bed, the smell of his shampoo, the heat between your legs. It was impossible, there was no way of not thinking about this situation. You felt almost embarrassed, talking all this nonsense, acting tough, but crumbling into an almost whimpering mess after he barely even touched you. The only thing on your mind was him. His touch, his breath, his sounds, his rules. To break Jumin Han’s rules is to break a signed contract. It comes with serious repercussions.

Noticing your legs pulling together slightly, he hummed into your neck. God. You clenched around nothing, feeling your panties already damp. He inhaled your scent before moving his hands down to your sides, squeezing your plush before raising your shirt slightly, gently pushing his hands under the fabric and his mouth lowered to mouth your breast over your clothing. He rubbed your sides for a little bit with his thumbs before lifting your slightly to undo your bra. You followed his motions, using your legs to slightly push yourself upwards, knees slightly grazing his groin by accident. His breath slightly hitched at the touch, not noticeable to most but you always picked up on his subtle cues. He slid your bra off skillfully, having done this exact motion on your many times before. Your shirt follows suit, leaving only your lower half clothed. At this point, you almost opened your eyes countless times, temporarily forgetting the rule for this play session; Keep your pretty eyes shut.

Jumin didn’t like those who disobeyed, he is very much a ‘rules are meant to be followed’ man. Very occasionally would he indulge in a brats tantrum, feeling it was a waste of time to work even in the bedroom. In order to make sure you would stay his obedient little toy, he set strict rules for every play. Rules that were broken would be paired with a punishment he would see fit. Once, you accidentally let a drop of his cum seep out, the punishment was having your hands and feet bound while he spanked you, counting all the way up to 20, cherry red cheeks on both ends and face streaming with tears. Of course, he would never go out of your comfort zone, a safe word was established at the very beginning of your sexual relationship but you have never felt the need to use it. Was it because you didn’t want to disappoint him?

Your eyelids started to hurt from how firmly you had shut them, feeling your eyelashes on your cheeks because of how tightly they were closed. You felt them move at each twitch and tug of your lids. Jumin had slowly made his way to your waistband, hands hoisting your knees on his shoulders. He flipped your skirt up slightly before blowing on your panties. The cool air of his mouth paired with your now very wet undergarments caused your legs to tense around his shoulders. He grabbed the waistband of your underwear and lifted slightly before allowing it to snap back on your skin, a slight jolt following quickly behind. You wiggled from impatience, he had not given a command to stay still, just to keep your eyes closed. He chuckled slightly before moving a hand to hold up your thigh, thumb running along your slit. He stopped just above your clit making you hold your breath. He resumed his movements, slow and lazy circles over your clits electing a quiet whimper from your mouth. The warmth of his hand on your thigh was comforting, it paired amazingly with the sensation on your clit, now becoming more intense as his motions sped up slightly. He could feel your hole clenching and relaxing, your pussy fluttering at his motions and the thought of his eyes looking at your most vulnerable parts. You could almost feel the laser sensation of his gaze on your cunt. Suddenly, his movements stopped. You stayed still in fear of what would happen if you complained too much. Would he not let you cum at all?

Then, you felt his thumb hook on your panties and move them aside, exposing your soft, slick folds. Trying to control your breathing, you felt his other hand move towards your pussy, soon two fingers slipping in your hole, welcomed in a warm, tight embrace. You let out a moan as he fully inserted his index and middle finger inside you, curling slightly at your gummy spot. Your head shot forward, eyes still squeezed shut as tightly as possible as he pumped his fingers inside you, a slow and steady pace that was almost agonizing. You wanted him to speed up, even just a little, wanting a more constant stimulation on your sweet part. Unbeknownst to you, his eyes were fixated on your face, the scrunch of your eyes and nose, your slightly parted lips, your furrowed brows. He was waiting for you to slip up, though he always cheered you on, wanting you to be his good girl, he knew the things that would make you crumble in an instant. He would sometimes let you win, but was today one of those days?

He slightly sped up his fingers, your head dropping back and letting out another, slightly louder moan followed by heavy breaths. You orgasm slowly approaching as he continued his pace in and out of you. He decided, this time he would let you win while still breaking you. He would purposely not look at your face as you came undone.

His fingers pumped in and out as your pussy started to clamp down on him, your high approaching closer and closer until you felt a warm, wet sensation on your clit. Your eyes shot open as a premature orgasm shot through you. His tongue rubbing your clit up and down, slightly humming at the taste of you on his tongue. His fingers curling perfectly timed with his thrust, his thrusts now perfectly timed with the fluttering of your pussy. You grabbed onto the bed sheets and closed your mouth, a scream muffled by you biting on your lips and you shut your eyes tightly again, riding out your high, bucking into his mouth slightly.

He stopped when you started to pull away from his mouth, pulling himself off you and sitting on his knees staring down at your panties, still slightly pulled to the side, your skirt, still slightly flipped upwards, and your chest, heaving from your orgasm. Your forearm now covered your eyes, head slightly faced to the side, completely worn out. He grabbed a tissue from the night stand and wiped his fingers and face clean. You heard the movement but didn’t even move your arm to look, still coming down from your high. You felt a hand on your head, petting your hair as he moved to sit on the edge of the bed.

“You’re my obedient toy aren’t you, Y/N?”

You didn’t want to ruin this moment so you didn’t respond. What was one broken rule going to do anyways?

[graytalents]

I exist, I exist, I exist!

Now playing: Robbers - the 1975

Where you’re caught in between your old life and new, and Saeyoung is full of indescribable emotions.

[Alternatively, the first time MC and Saeyoung canonically fucked in the secret ending.]

He was pacing. He’s been pacing for the past half hour, working out every possible branch that could happen from his plan. If this were a cartoon, the floor would’ve been worn down until he was in a pit up to his waist.

You watched him from your seat on the bed, leaned against the post.

Saeyoung was anxious. His mind was racing with thoughts of the agency, Saeran, V, and you. He was never the hero in the story, no, he was always someone who worked behind the scenes. The phone beeped with coordinate announcements every few minutes. The journey had just begun, with both of you getting ready to head out the door first thing in the morning.

“I know you’re really scared,” he began. “I’m sorry. I promise everything will be over tomorrow.”

He paused to bend over to triple check the backpacks full of equipment.

“I can’t believe it. I’m going to see my brother,” his voice cracks slightly. “You know, without you, I never would’ve known about any of this. And… for the first time, I want to do things with another person.”

He turned towards you, knelt, took your small hands into his.

“Once I started, I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. But now I’m afraid.”

He reached his hand up to brush your cheek.

“I’m afraid you’ll run off, or something bad will happen again.”

He gazed into your eyes, seemingly searching for approval. No, confirmation.

“Tonight might be our last night. But if it’s our last night, I just want to do one thing.”

His lips grazed yours.

“Can I… be a bit selfish to you? I-I want to leave evidence on you… that I existed.”

You don’t miss the way he spoke in past tense. It’s like he was ready to leave at the slightest hiccup. He looked wistful and somber.

He caressed your cheek, taking in your appearance.

“I want to hold you and love you all night, just so you can remember me.”

He kissed your hand.

“Will you let me?”

Breath caught in your throat, you nod.

You leaned forward, brushed your lips against his. He rested his hands on your thighs, supported himself as he drew his lips under your earlobe, down your neck, onto the soft skin that connected your shoulders. He lightly nibbled, eliciting small gasps.

He traveled back towards your mouth, kissing you deeply until his lips parted with a small pop!

He fully stood, and gently pushed you backwards onto the mattress.

He stood over you, taking in the shapes of your figure. He’d never felt as close to God as in this moment.

Your hair, expression, trust in your eyes made you appear like an angel to him. He snapped a mental picture of you, and stored it in his heart for later.

In reality, he asked, motioning towards your top: “Can I?”

You pushed your chest out towards him, silent confirmation. With trembling hands, he unbuttoned your shirt. On the last button, he reverently opened the fabric, exposing your bare skin.

Goosebumps shivered up your torso, both anticipation and the coolness of the room. He took notice and traced his fingers over your stomach. Sadness and excitement coursed through his veins. He needed to be with you more than tonight. He couldn’t bear to see you leave him behind.

Tonight, he’d be selfish. He wanted to braid his existence with yours, so that they’ll never unravel.

He ghosted his mouth over your exposed neck, sucked small bites every few inches.

He made his way down your chest, circling your perky buds, bit at your sensitive skin. You sighed contently, relaxing into his touch. His hands gripped your sides, printing his fingertips into your skin.

Your hands wandered down his torso, until you landed at the button of his pants. Slowly, your hand kept going further and further, stroking his length with a feather touch. His hips bucked forward involuntarily and he groaned, releasing your nipple from his teeth.

Your hands made swift work of releasing him from the constraints of his waistband. Your hands tugged at his length, running your finger over his weeping slit.

“F-Fuck, my love, you’re so good, so pretty,” he panted. It took a tremendous amount of effort to not fuck into your fist, much as he wanted to.

He knelt above you, removed your bottoms and underwear. He lightly scratched your thighs, taking satisfaction in your whines.

He lowered himself between your thighs, kissing down the top of your thighs, inner thighs, pussy, and finally, there.

He suckled on your throbbing clit, keeping a slow and hard rhythm. He bit on your nub between licks. Your thighs shook, wanting to close around him.

Strong hands maintained your thighs open, gripping soft flesh as he methodically maneuvered your clit between his lips and tongue.

As he felt you grind against his tongue, he slowly introduced a finger into your entrance. He relished in your gasping.

“Please, please Saeyoung, ‘s too much,” your stomach tightened in pleasure.

He inserted another finger, sped up his pace. He kept up his ministrations without faltering. Groans escaped him, as he took great pleasure in your taste and feel.

Your walls surrounded his fingers deliciously, and your wetness cascaded into his mouth as he worked you into a state of bliss.

He pointed his tongue, massaged your heavy clit in his mouth with every suck. As his fingers furled up into the soft area inside of you, you fell apart on him.

Your thighs shook, eyes rolled up, mouth open in a soft oh!

Saeyoung watched you with adoration peppered across his face. You, covered in faint purple and red love bites, filled to the brim with him, his hands, his affection.

“Pretty, so so pretty for me. You can come again, right?” he looks at you with want, like he’s never wanted anything more. Hands guided his badly aching and leaking tip to your entrance.

“You can come with me in you? I want to feel it, feel you, need to feel you around me,” he paused to push the tip in, shallowly pumping in and out.

“‘s okay, ‘s okay, gonna fill you up, gonna make you feel good,” he starts to babble, intoxicated by you.

“Want you to remember me, remember how good you feel with, fuck, me. Need you, need you, need, mmf, you—“

Upon the last syllable, he pushed fully in. The sensation had you feeling full, while he felt you warm and overwhelming. Mouths open, tongues peeking out, you pulled him towards you. He envelopes your mouth, drinking in your moans as he slowly gyrated his hips into yours.

You rested your ankles on his lower back, pushing him to go deeper. He broke free of your kiss and straightened up, failing to falter in his thrusting. He pushed your leg to rest on top of the bedpost, allowing him to reach further into you. His hands rested on your open thighs, massaging them roughly. Sweat beaded down his furrowed eyebrow.

“Y-You’re doing so fucking well for me, my love. So gorgeous, all for me, like I, ah, deserve it. So pretty, taking my cock like that.”

He pinched your clit gently between his fingers as he pounded into you. His other arm hoisted your hips up, allowing his curved figure to repeatedly access the soft and spongy part inside you.

Your hands gripped onto nothing, hips moving in sync to his. The tension snapped in your stomach again, and you came. The feeling spread white hot to your fingertips, as you creamed a thick ring around his cock.

He whined, muttering out curses as he continued to rut into you. Your sensitive hole gripped him, lewd noises filling the cabin as a result from your arousal. You pleading whines spurred him on.

He thrust steady hard pumps into you, relishing your orgasm as he pulled out and fisted himself to completion on your chest and cheeks. Your tongue stuck out, licking up what you could around your mouth and pulling him in for a taste.

He collapsed on top of you, spent. He wanted to leave evidence that he existed. He wanted to exist, and he wanted to exist next to you for the rest of his life. You accepted him, and he wanted to love you deeply for the rest of his life.

[yandereaffections]

Mystic Messenger Masterlist

Saeyoung Choi (707)

Headcannons

Hunted Down

Angry 707

Yoosung Kim

Headcannons

Vampire S/o

Jumin Han

Headcannons

Vampire Jumin turing over his S/o

Gore

“Just tell me their name and ill make this all better”

Agoraphobic S/o

V

Naga V

Zen

Headcannons

Saeyoung

NS FW alphabet

NS FW Headcannons

Jumin

NS FW headcannons

[euphoricesctasy]

saerans nsfw hcs when?

i wasn't sure if you wanted softer saeran/ray or unknown saeran, so why not both ? ________________________________________________________ UNKNOWN SAERAN - wow. - this man's kinks now no bounds - his biggest ones are breath play, impact play, knife/gun/other forms of weapons play, and bondage - as well as a hugeee breeding kink. - sex is usually one sided with saeran, he doesn't care if you feel good, he just enjoys the dominance and power he has over you. - he'll almost always blindfold you, it makes him feel like he has more control over you - more often than not, he'll start by stripping you, tying you up, blindfolding you, and running a gun or knife down your body, over your tits, up and down your thighs, and gently through your folds. he likes the whimper you let out when you recognise what it is that he's using. - if he's feeling extra ~spicy~, he'll gag you as well, but he's not a huge fan of it because it means any noise you make is quieter than it would be without the gag. - saeran will usually take you standing up, against a wall, or from behind, with one hand tight around your throat or pulling at your hair, while the other delivers harsh, sharp smacks to your ass. - he really could not care less if you cum or not, again - sex isn't about you with saeran - it's about him, making HIMSELF feel good, and expressing the power he has over you. - he always cums in you, his breeding kink is HUGE and he's able to bring more members into mint eye this way.

RAY/SOFT SAERAN - ray is the COMPLETE opposite. - he has absolutely no kinks at all, sex for him is about showing you how much he loves you and enjoys being with you - he'll usually be on top of you, one hand intwined with yours while the other cups your face, kissing you and whispering 'i love you, y/n' over and over. - he's never rough and never fast, he doesn't want to hurt you and he certainly doesn't want to rush his time with you. - he hits you with long, deep but slow strokes, everything about sex with ray is so sweet and always makes you feel so loved. - he loves mutual masturbation, he finds it so intimate, so sweet, he loves touching you and having you touch him back - he touches you like you could break at any minute, he is so so soft and gentle with you. - with encouragement he could go a LITTLE harder, but he never wants to push you or make you uncomfortable or hurt you.

[lysa1201-saucy]

hi can i request body worship with jumin han? tyyy <3

Hiiii sorry this is super late, life is crazy and I’m still trying to learn how to write NSFW better (which is why I’ve taken these requests lol) and also trying to learn how to write GN reader to be more inclusive!

I hope this is good or at least is good enough LMAO I tried my best 🙏 Thank you SO much for the request 🥰

if it’s bad, no it wasn’t, it’s my birthday, be nice 2 me

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Never Seen Anything More Perfect - Jumin Han x GN!Reader

18+ ONLY

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Warnings: body worship (obviously lol, unless I’m a terrible writer and did it wrong cuz oops), oral but I keep body parts ✨ambiguous✨, marking, and some hand stuff idk handjob i guess idk

Word Count: 418

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Jumin was quite the attentive man. Always spoiling you, caring for you. Too cold? New jacket for you, a new blanket, want a heater? He’s got it. Bored? Here’s a new TV, some games, subscriptions to your favorite streaming services, quite anything you like.

He loves to spoil you. However, he has one area he likes to spoil most.

Your body.

God, he loves your body. Your eyes, your nose, your lips, your hair, your ears, your neck, your chest, your arms, your hands, your ass, your thighs, God the list can go on and on. He’s in love with you.

Every single part of you. Every inch. And he loves to show you that.

He had you moaning on his bed, sucking where you’re most sensitive as he went down on you, making sure you feel the absolute best. You look so perfect when he’s making you feel so good. You tug at his hair, confused on whether you want him to pull away and fuck you, or to keep going and let you cum all over his face.

“You’re so amazing,” he would praise you, leaving kisses all around your pleasurable space. “So perfect… can never get tired of how wonderful you are. Your sounds, the way you blush, the way you cum… always so satisfying. My favorite thing is you.” He would go on, kissing all over your body. Your thighs, your hips, your chest, a small suck and nibble on your nibbles, and his favorite part: your neck.

God, he loved your neck. Sucking on it, biting it, kissing it. And your jaw. He needed all of you, who was he kidding? “I could stare at your body all day. I want to kiss it all, mark it all, you’re so fucking perfect.”

“More perfect than Elizabeth the 3rd?” You chuckled a bit, testing him. In response, he moved his hand down to your groin to start playing with you, causing your chuckle to be replaced by a moan.

Jumin smirks. “More perfect than Elizabeth the 3rd… just don’t tell her I said that.” He smirks as he leads his kisses up to your ear, nibbling on the earlobe. You try to let out another giggle, but all he does is increase his speed and the pressure of his hand to once again replace it with a moan.

Finally, his lips moved to yours so sensually, his hands moving around to touch all of you. He loved you. Everything about you. Inside and out.

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I accept constructive criticism, just be nice im sensitive and it’s birthday you legally HAVE to be nice to me today

[junibunny]

18+, nsft, minors dni, total perv!seven, voyeurism (it was kinda definitely intentional, but seven doesn't know and its never stated), seven is implied to be a sub!leaning!switch, not canon compliant

seven had started to grow a resentment towards you. he couldn't hate you, or anything that you did to him, but what he hated was how he was so pathetic that he couldn't do anything if he wasn't able to just turn his head to "check-up" on you. and by "check-up," of course, i mean palm himself through his jeans for 20 minutes while you did whatever mundane task you had to complete. today, he's been watching you cook... something for lunch. he has not taken his eyes off of your ass, not something he was proud of, but he really really couldn't tell if what you were wearing would classify as shorts or underwear. which also makes him wonder if there was anything underneath them. that thought makes seven get up out of his chair and take a few laps around his room. he really never thought he'd be this guy, the kind of guy who literally needs a glass of water and a walk to calm down after just thinking of pussy he's never tasted. after downing the rest of a half empty soda can he found on a shelf in his room, he hesitantly returns to his workspace. he couldn't focus with you around, and he couldn't focus when he couldn't see you. he much prefers seeing you, so that's the one he's going with. when he sits back down, he realizes that he made the right decision. in the time between him losing it over thinking about your ass and him coming back down to earth, you somehow forgot that there was a camera pointed towards the stove and that whole counter. or maybe you were just too desperate that you didn't care if seven was watching you use the corner of a counter for a bit of relief. god. how long has it been since you've touched yourself or even been touched? because it couldn't have been that long since you started, and you're already whining and the way you're grinding onto the counter... seven gives up completely on shame, unzips his jeans, and throws them down to his ankles. he doesn't know how long he's gonna last, especially when you're now dropping your... underwear to the floor, or maybe they were shorts. all he knows is that there's nothing under them. how did you forget he was watching you?? he tries to remind you so you DONT forget. he's sure you wouldn't want him to watch this, at least maybe not until you two were closer... fuck he can't help it though, right? he's not sure if you're close or not, but seven is gone when you shove your fingers into your pussy and he can hear the squelch, it's faint because of the distance, but now that's all he wants to hear. he keeps watching and lightly stroking himself, he can't miss the end, and fuck is he happy that he didn't. you're still bent over the counter, one hand inside of you, the other rubbing your clit like a desperate whore. he knows it's aggressive, he wants to treat like the angel you are, but sometimes, especially right now, he wants to choke you and bite you and make you say that you're his personal little toy. but considering that all it takes is watching you cum and hearing you moan loud enough that the neighbors definitely heard it for him to cum for a second time, he's got a small feeling you'll be calling the shots more than him.

A/N: this was in one go, i just had to get out some of my seven thoughts. my hormones are so outta control rn lmao, also thinking about it. it's hilarious to imagine mc jerking off on the kitchen of this random dead woman while there's supposed to be someone dangerous after them 😭

[omgjumin]

Omg Jumin with fem reader smut prompt #17 please HELP ME RELINQUISH MY THIRST MA'AM

the meeting - han jumin!

summary: you have jumin wrapped around your finger which makes him miss a meeting

tags: thigh riding, pet names (princess, love, baby), praise, manhandling (?), i think that's it

notes: id like to think that jumin has a marriage kink. anytime you call yourself his wife, he just loses his composure. there's only two things in his mind, work and his wife.

"you're going to make me late."

"and?" you stood firm in your beliefs as you followed jumin around the house, watching him get reading for the day. though you knew at one point you have to let him go, but now wasn't the time. "love, i have a meeting in 45 minutes." jumin sighed as your hands found its place around his tie once more. "oh really? what's the meeting for?" you asked as if you weren't begging him to fuck you then and there. "it's a meeting with an important client and if it goes well-" jumin paused, clearing his throat as you pulled him closer by his tie. "if it goes well, then i won't be as stressed in the months following." you hummed a response before wrapping your lips around a patch of skin on his neck. "princess... don't press your luck." jumin warned like you cared. "what? you don't want your precious wife to kiss you goodbye?" jumin gripped onto your hips, quickly flipping you around to lean against the wall. "now you know damn well enough that's not your intention here."

there's this look on your face that jumin has really never seen before. the low-lidded eyes that were filled with lust, eyes that if jumin kept looking into, he would be turned into dust. the small grin that has jumin gripping onto your waist tighter, letting out a curse because you've got him exactly where you wanted him to be.

"fucking brat." jumin swore under his breath. he was puddy in your hands, you knew that and used it to your advantage. though it doesn't surprise him— not one bit. it was often you had him around your finger just like that, so easily. it was so easy to beg him to stay just five more minutes in bed so you could bask in his warmth. five minutes that happened to have jumin's long slender fingers run down your body, into your pajama shorts, to tease at your sensitive clit. the five minutes that turned into 20 minutes as jumin fucked you against the bed. his lips just mere inches away from yours as he panted. "god... you feel so good." loud whimpers of your name fell past his lips as his hips began to stutter. "fuck- im sso close... yea, right there?" with a yelp of his name, your orgasm was ripped from you.

swiftly, jumin placed his knee in-between your thighs, forcing them to spread. "go ahead." with your lack of response, jumin pressed his lower thigh against your cunt. "get off on my thigh since you insist on being a brat." a low whimper only left your lips when you began to roll your hips against his clothed thigh. the friction of his thigh felt so euphoric yet you needed more. you grabbed onto jumin's arms to keep you steady. your cunt, only separated by one thin cloth from his flexed thigh made eager to feel more. jumin only laughed to see you to needy for him. the meeting long forgotten as he watched you struggle against him. you begged for jumin to help you, to use his hands to touch you, to keep your hips moving in a steady pace to reach your release. but he shook his head as if he was mocking your desires.

jumin bounced his thigh underneath you, a silent warning to keep going. "i didn't say you could stop, princess." you knew whining wasn't going to get you anywhere, especially with jumin, yet you did so anyway. "come on baby, you can do it. just like that, good girl." jumin leaned down to whisper, his hot breath tickling right underneath your ear. and just like you knew jumin was puddy in your hands from just a simple "please" from his wife, he knew you lost control just from his voice. a kink of yours he knew from the beginning. it wasn't hard to figure out when you kept begging him to moan more, to let you hear him. and it was especially not hard to figure out when your cunt would squeeze his cock ever so tightly when he whispered praises into your ear. "im so- ng cumming!" you yelped out as your hips faltered, stopping for a split second as you came against his thigh. "do you feel better love?" jumin chuckled as he brought your eyes to meet his before placing a soft kiss onto your lips. embarrassing enough, you nodded your head. beginning to shy away from jumin once you realized he let you use him for your own relief. "now don't shy away from your husband hm?" your eyes locked with his before looking down at his watch then further down to his used thigh. "your meeting!!" you gasped as you pushed jumin away from you. "im already late for that because of someone." burrying your face in your hands, you mumbled a 'sorry' before turning away. "don't apologize, after all, i did enjoy it too but-"

"but?"

jumin softly laughed before pushing stray strands of hair behind your ear. "what do you think your punishment should be?"

[saeyoungchoismaid]

shut up and ride.

Pairing: Saeyoung Choi x f!reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: Revving/pedal pumping/cranking kink, car sex, blow/hand job (oral giving), deepthroating, tears/crying (in a good way tho), riding, praise, pet name princess and good girl, unprotected sex, switch!Saeyoung, switch!reader

Summary: Saeyoung meets you after an illegal street race and, yeah okay, he's down bad

Word Count: 5k words

A/N: Revving is sexual arousal from watching a person rev the engine of a vehicle, usually a person wearing high heeled shoes. (Omg the title. Haha, get it? Like shut up and drive. Like the song-)

Read on AO3

Kinktober Day 14 - Masterlist

Saeyoung can feel his heart racing as fast as the cars in front of him. He’s starting to get choked up, his breathing becoming labored. God, he has so much resting on this. Maybe Yoosung was right. Maybe he shouldn’t have placed a bet. But it’s his birthday! He can do whatever the fuck he wants!

Right? 

His eyes follow the red vehicle as he leans forward in anticipation, it becoming nothing but a blur as it drives past his vision from just how fast it was going. Saeyoung has always been a car person, but he doesn’t think he could ever drive quite like this. I mean, these people are risking their lives. He wonders why some of them do it. Maybe for the money, the attention, the sex, the trophies and medals. Or maybe they just do it for the rush, for the adrenaline. Saeyoung can get that with the way his veins are filled with the addicting stuff right now. He feels like he’s on a high just watching them. He can’t imagine how it’d feel if he was the one actually driving. 

To Saeyoung’s relief, the cherry red car soars across the finish line almost a solid second before the other car does. Saeyoung jumps up and starts to scream at the top of his lungs in joy, springing up and down alongside Yoosung. He can hear people around him tearing up tickets and cursing, sending glares to the both of them, but he can’t find it in himself to even pretend to care, flashing them a cocky grin as he starts making his way to the ticket booth. 

“You were right! This is way better than an arcade! Thanks for bringing me here, man,” he says to Yoosung as he wraps an arm around his shoulder, rubbing his knuckles lightly over the blond locks. 

“Hey! Stop it!” When he does, the shorter male grunts and rubs his head with a furrowed brow as he looks up at him before instantly bouncing back to his usual self. He really is like a golden retriever. “I told you to trust me!” Yoosung replies to Saeyoung’s earlier statement with a jab to the taller man’s arm. 

Saeyoung can’t help but let out a puff of laughter, putting his hands up in defeat. “I know, I know. You can’t just not expect me to get nervous on our first date though, babe,” he jokes, sending the blond a shit-eating grin. Yoosung huffs as if he’s annoyed, but he can see the smile he’s trying so desperately to hide. 

“Even if this was a date, this wouldn’t even be our first one, babe,” he replies, putting emphasis on the pet name, full-on grinning up at Saeyoung now. 

“Awe, babe!” he coos, wrapping his best friend up in a hug and dramatically swinging him around. Yoosung laughs and returns the hug gladly. He’s always been an affectionate guy. “Nah, but for real,” Saeyoung starts as he sets him down, “I was just a little nervous is all, man. When you told me we were going somewhere else when you picked me up, I got a little worried.” 

“Yeah, well, as your best friend, I know what you like and I knew you’d kill for an opportunity like this.” 

“Say, remind me again how you found out about this,” Saeyoung says as he looks to his side at the younger male. 

“Don’t worry about it,” he says as they reach the booth, handing both of their tickets over to cash their money in. As they’re watching the man behind the glass lick his fingers and begin counting the bills, someone strolls up behind them. The only reason Saeyoung even checks behind him is because of the familiar sound of heels clacking on the ground. 

He turns to find a goddess behind him.

Well, she’s probably not actually a goddess, but she might as well be. 

She’s checking her phone as she waits for her turn and Saeyoung can’t help but grin. He’s already on such a high that he couldn’t think of any possible downfalls to what he’s about to do, even if he tried. 

“Sup,” he greets with an upward motion of his head, leaning against the booth’s counter. 

She looks up and Saeyoung loses his breath a little. Is it even legal to be that attractive? Surely not. 

“Hey,” she casually returns before looking back down at her phone, popping a bubble with her gum. 

“Here to cash in your reward?” he guesses. 

“Yup,” is her short reply, popping the last letter along with another bubble. 

“Ah, so you betted on The Red Reaper too then?” he continues, his smile getting bigger. 

To his surprise, she barks out a laugh and gives him a once over before her gaze returns right back to her phone. 

“Yeah. Something like that,” is her vague reply, making Saeyoung hum as he purses his lips. Ah, a challenge. He likes a good challenge. 

“Yeah, it’s actually my first time,” he brags, “I’ve never seen someone drive like that before. He’s really good!” At this, her thumb stops scrolling and she tilts her head back to look at him. 

“He?” she asks, her head tilting to the side as her eyes roam him up and down. 

“Uh, yeah?” he says confusedly. I mean, he guesses there’s a chance that it’s not a man, but that’s very slim. As a big car guy like himself, you meet a lot of people who are also big car people. Not very many of them tend to be women. 

She only laughs again though and smirks over at him. Before he can ask her what’s so funny, the guy behind the glass starts saying something to him. He turns and watches as the man slides the envelope through the hole beneath the glass. Saeyoung grins once more as he snatches the envelope up. 

“Now that’s what I’m talking about! Sweet, sweet cash!” he cheers after he places a big, fat kiss onto the white paper before holding it up in victory. Yoosung just laughs from beside him before stepping aside. He had betted on Purple Lightning, who to be fair came in second, so he didn’t win anything.  

“Who knew five hundred dollars would be so small?” Yoosung jokes as he opens up Saeyoung’s envelope. The redhead doesn’t hear him though since he’s now gaping at the woman who was once standing behind him. 

Did the booth tender just say-

“Alright, here you go, Ms. (L/n)! 100,000 big ones!” She hums as she picks up the envelope, thanking him as she grabs the zipper of her rubber jacket. This is when he notices her getup. She’s dressed like the drivers and their team. Does that mean-

His train of thought is interrupted when she unzips enough to show her bra, the hand holding the envelope sliding the package between the cup and strap before letting it go and zipping it back up. Saeyoung gulps as he watches the whole thing, his eyes finally trailing back to her face once she’s zipped her jacket back up. He freezes in his tracks though when his eyes meet hers, a big smirk on her face. How long has she been watching him?

“You’re welcome!” she calls to him as she spins around on a foot and starts to walk off. 

“What?” he asks dumbfounded, his brain still trying to process what the fuck just happened. Did she just basically congratulate him on the free show she just gave him?

“You’re welcome,” she repeats. “For the money, I mean,” she further explains, turning to look at him over her shoulder and shooting him a wink. He looks down at the envelope, it feeling flimsy compared to hers which was stuffed to the brim. 

Oh. 

She’s the reason he won the money. Right. 

“Wait!” he’s calling before he can think it through. To his surprise though, she actually turns around to look at him. 

“Yes?” she asks with a raised brow, a cocky smile on her lips. 

“I, uh…” he stammers, trying to think of something to say. “I’m sorry for assuming you’re a man. I jus-”

“Don’t worry about it. It happens all the time,” she brushes off, moving to turn to walk away again. 

“It’s not okay though!” he shouts a little louder than necessary, causing passersby to look over at them. He winces before speaking again, much softer this time. “Can I, uh, see your car?” His grip on his envelope tightens as she stares him down, seemingly contemplating her answer. Just when he thinks she’s going to deny him, she shoots him a smile. 

“Sure,” she agrees with a shrug, turning around for the third time and actually starting to put some distance between them. 

“Cool! We get t-”

“Sorry, bud,” Saeyoung interrupts his friend. “Just me,” he explains, shooting him an apologetic smile before taking off after the beauty. Yoosung huffs and crosses his arms over his chest, rolling his eyes a bit. 

“Why is he always the one that gets to get laid wherever we go?” he grumbles to himself before walking away from the booth to go look around at the other contestants’ cars. 

Saeyoung catches up to the woman soon enough and can feel his veins buzzing with excitement. “What’s your name?” she suddenly speaks up, startling him. 

“Saeyoung! Yours?” he replies quickly, maybe a little too quickly. 

“Just call me The Red Reaper or Red for short,” she dismisses. He nods his head frantically, trying to calm his beating heart. 

“Got it, Ms. Reaper,” he flirts with a wink. She only raises a brow at him though before continuing to walk forward. Saeyoung bites his lip as he studies her before looking away. 

Shit, shit, shit. What does he say? He’s making a damn idiot out of himself! She probably thinks he’s one anyway. He has an IQ of 123, damn it! Surely he can talk to a woman!

“Here we are,” she announces, stopping under a bridge. Saeyoung blinks out of his thoughts to find the fiery red car sitting there in the shadows, looking like a predator ready to pounce. 

“Can I…” he starts before trailing off once more, figuring it was dumb to ask. She probably doesn’t let people in her car willy-nilly, especially strangers. 

“Wanna get inside?” she asks smirking over at him as she pops another bubble. 

“Yes please,” he squeaks, meekly smiling at her. God, this is the start of, like, seven of his wet dreams. She chuckles and pulls her keys out of her pocket, swinging them around her finger as she heads towards the vehicle. 

She unlocks it and then gets behind the wheel, waiting for him to get in on the passenger side before starting up the car. And man does she purr. Saeyoung ghosts his hands over the dashboard, not finding a single spec of dust on it. Her crew must clean her car like crazy. Then again, if it were him, they wouldn’t be able to drag him away from the beaut. 

“Wanna take her for a spin?” she asks, watching him with glinting eyes. His head snaps around to look at her, his jaw completely unhinging. 

“What? Are you serious?” 

“Yeah, why not?” she replies with a shrug. She doesn’t even wait for him to tell her that he would kill someone right now if she told him to if she promised to give him a ride. No, instead, she’s putting the car in gear and slamming her ruby red heel on the gas pedal. Saeyoung cries out as he lurches back, his hands quickly grappling for the seatbelt and strapping himself in. She just laughs though, the sound coming out a little crazed. Saeyoung is so into it though. Is that weird? Maybe it’s a little weird. 

He definitely can’t find it in himself to care though since his pants are straining to hide a surprise from her. He inhales a shaky breath as he reaches down to adjust himself, glancing at her to see if she notices. She just shifts the car into second gear, and then third, a smirk on her face and her knuckles turning white from her grip on the wheel and gear stick. 

After getting all the way up to the fifth gear, he’s straining so hard in his pants it’s embarrassing. Even middle school him would be blushing like a schoolgirl if he could see himself now. He doesn’t know why he’s so turned on right now. 

Okay, that’s a lie. He knows exactly why, and it may or may not have something to do  with the sexy lady in a Nomex suit with red heels on that’s making them go 200 miles per hour right now. He’s both terrified about how fast they’re going and also wishing they could go even faster. Watching from the outside, you realize they’re going fast, but actually being on the inside is a whole different story. 

To his surprise, and dismay, she starts to slow the vehicle down, a pout coming to Saeyoung’s face. “Hey, why are we stopping? We were just getting started!” he half-jokes, understanding that she’s probably a busy lady with lots of things to do who shouldn't be wasting her precious time on a fanboy like him. 

She chuckles at him as she parks her car where it was earlier, throwing her arm across the back of his chair once the stick shift is on P. “I figured you’d want the full tour of the car. Famous people have sat in this very car, you know,” she replies, giving him a once over and he swears he can see her smirk grow, but she must just be amused by how easily impressed he is. 

“No way! Really? Who?” he asks quickly, a little breathlessly. His heart is still beating so quickly and his chest is moving too fast for his liking. 

“Chris Evans, Jimmy Fallon, and Ryan Reynolds to name a few,” she replies casually, as if that isn’t the coolest thing Saeyoung has ever heard in his entire life. 

“You’re lying,” he whispers, the air leaving his body in one whoosh. 

“Nope. They signed my seats. Go check it out for yourself,” she replies with a shrug, chuckling as Saeyoung throws himself out of the car to dive into the backseat. She gracefully steps out of the car and turns to the back, opening the door to find him avidly searching the seats. He vaguely hears her spit her gum out, but he’s too busy looking for signatures to really notice.  

“Where? Where are they?” he asks urgently, his eyes wide and searching. 

“Come to this side. It’s hard to see in the dark. They’re right here,” she says as she points to the back of the driver’s seat. He scoots himself over to that side and looks to where she’s pointing. 

“What? But there’s no sig-” 

He gasps as he’s suddenly shoved to the side, now laying on his side. A yelp escapes him when she starts crawling into the car, pressing on his right side to lay him flat on his back. Once she’s done this and straddled his hips, she reaches back for the car door and pulls it shut. 

The silence after that is deafening. Well, he should say that his heartbeat pounding in his ears is deafening. Speaking of heartbeats, he can feel his in his dick, feeling his member throb with each pound.

She hums as she rubs her hands along his chest and abdomen, sitting herself right on top of where he’s throbbing away in his pants. “What…what are you doing?” he stutters out, having to swallow and start the sentence again with the way his voice quivers. 

“Going for a ride,” she coos with a wink. If he weren’t currently shaking like a chihuahua and trying not to cum from this alone, he probably would’ve laughed. He just swallows heavily instead, watching as she slides down his legs, straddling them now as her hands come to rest on his thighs. He inhales deeply and moves his eyes to the ceiling, taking a shaky breath as he silently prays to god. 

Please don’t let me cum too early. Please don’t let me cum too soon. Please don-

A sharp gasp fills his lungs when one of her hands comes to rest over the growing bulge, a low hum escaping her. He lifts his head up to look down at her, his hands squeezing the leather–pleather?–of her backseat. 

“Mm, you’re so hard, baby. All for me?” she coos, giving him an innocent smile and bat of her lashes even as she bends forward to press her nose and cheek into the outline of his cock. 

Oh god, oh god, oh god, o-

“Hm? C’mon, tell me. Tell me you want it,” she whispers, mouthing over where the tip of his dick rests. He feels hot all over and he just knows that his face is matching his hair right now. 

“I…I want you to…” he starts before bringing his hands to his face to hide from her intense gaze. 

“Come on, baby. You can do it. Tell Ms. Reaper what you want,” she purrs, starting to massage her hand over the length of him now. Oh god, oh fuck-

He removes his hands and mutters, “Want ‘ur mouth on me…wanna feel it so bad…” 

When he finally brings his gaze back down to her, he chokes on his own spit at what’s awaiting him. Her eyes seem to be alight with lust, a fire in her eyes that fits perfectly with The Red Reaper. 

Her deft hands make quick work of his button and zipper, tugging his jeans off faster than he can blink. She grabs the waistband of his boxers, which–oh my god, please kill him now–are his red Spider-Man underwear. 

She just chuckles and leans down again, ass in the air as she mouths over his cock. Her mouth is right where Spider-Man’s pointer finger is stretched out, leaving a wet mark there, while the tip of his cock is resting where Spider-Man’s middle fingers are curled away, his precum leaving wetness there. 

She doesn’t wait long though to tug those off too, and he feels pride swell in his chest when she lets out a shaky sigh once he’s free. And, listen, he may not be the thickest guy out there, but he definitely has some length to him! He may or may not be eight inches–not that he measured or anything! So yeah, excuse him for letting his ego boost a bit at the fact that the infamous Red Reaper is turned on by how big he is. 

He squeaks when she practically chokes on his dick right away, his hands moving to her head. “Hey–woah! Slow down! Oh my god-”

He groans and lets his head fall back to the seat when she finds her groove almost right away, her head rising and falling as she sucks him off. He’s shaking all over again beneath her, his hands tightening in her hair as he tries to focus on not cumming too early. Or at all. God, he’d pay every last penny he owned just to get inside of her. To feel her gummy walls squish and squeeze him, coating his long cock in her heady juices. Oh god, now he wants to taste her. 

He’s brought out of his daydream when she runs her tongue on the underside of his dick, tracing a protruding vein with her pink muscle. He moans and thrusts his hips up a little, his cock jolting in her mouth a bit when he hears her gurgle around his length. Fuck, that shouldn’t be as hot as it was. 

He brings his hips back down though and makes a promise to not do it again, not wanting to make her uncomfortable or scare her off. To his surprise though, after a minute or two without him doing it again, she begins to whine. He, of course, forgot all about it and has no idea why she’s whining. He starts to assume things, thinking she’s getting tired of blowing him and wishes he’d cum already, or that she’s becoming impatient and just wants him inside of her. Oh god, he hopes it’s that last one-

“Do that again.” 

He blinks as he brings his head up to look down at her, biting his lip at the sight of her. She’s got teary eyes and puffy lips, her mouth parted to let quickened breaths enter and exit in little huffs. 

“What?” is his brilliant reply. 

“Fuck my mouth again. It was hot,” she replies before getting right back to it.

At first, he just gapes at her as if she’s lost her mind, his brain not computing why she would want such a thing. After that though, the logical side of his brain takes the backseat, much like him, and the horny fiend part of his brain takes over. 

He groans and laces his hands in her hair as he plants his feet on the seat by her legs. He then, without warning, begins to thrust up into her mouth. The feeling of the tip of his cock ramming down into her throat and making her gag is a new definition of euphoric to him. Quick, someone call the lexicographer because the word ‘euphoria’ needs a new definition. 

euphoria /yo͞oˈfôrēə/; noun; the feeling or state of touching the back of someone’s throat with your dick.

With this euphoric feeling arising, so does his orgasm. His moans get louder and his grip on her tightens as he gets closer and closer to his peak. To his disappointment though, she pulls her head back with a gasp. She coughs a bit as she stares up at him, a few tears streaking down her face as she does so. 

He smiles sheepishly at her as he reaches up and cups her face, gently thumbing the tears away. “I’m sorry,” he apologizes, looking her over to make sure she’s okay. 

“Don’t be. I wanted you to do that,” she reassures with a smile, her voice sounding scratchy from the activities from moments before. He grins up at her and can’t help but want to kiss her at that moment. They haven’t done so yet though, so maybe she doesn’t want to? 

He doesn’t get the chance to really think about it or try to do so, because she’s suddenly going up on her knees and unzipping her suit. “Oh wow, okay, cool, dope, this is actually happening, okay, oh my god-”

She laughs at his rambling, his heart going ballistic in his chest at her smile. Note to self: get her to do that more often. He watches her pull her zipper down tantalizingly slow, gulping when it’s pulled down as low as it can go. Another note to self: get her to do this more often too. 

He takes note of the money still resting in her bra, the package seeming to have slipped a bit from its original placement. He looks up at her face once more, finding her smirking, before slowly bringing his hands to her shoulders. After checking in with her one more time, he slides his hands under the material of her suit before gliding his hands down her arms. The suit falls to her hips with ease, leaving her upper half in only her bra. She goes to slip her bra off before his hands come up to stop her. 

“Don’t,” he whispers, his eyes flickering between hers and her chest. Something about seeing the envelope that he knows is filled with money that she won from her race from riding in this car that they’re about to have sex in has his cock stirring. 

She hums as she cards her hands through his messy hair, smiling down at him. “You’re so sexy,” he mumbles as he leans forward to start kissing the globes of her breasts poking out from the top of her bra. He looks up at her through his lashes, finding her smile has gotten bigger. Good.

His hands move to tug her suit down her legs, becoming a little sad when he finds she’s wearing panties. It makes sense, but he had hopes. He’s not sad, however, to find her panties are bright red, just like her shoes. 

“Mm,” he moans, letting his fingers rub at her clit through her underwear. He closes his eyes and whimpers when he feels her wetness seeping through the cotton. This is bad. He might cum way too soon. Like, embarrassingly soon. 

“Come on, baby. Touch me,” she groans. Saeyoung wanted to take it as her begging for him, but he knew it was actually her commanding him. 

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” he whispers a little too breathlessly before pulling away from her chest with a wink. His eyes wander down her chest where he’s left countless marks before trailing down her naval, settling on where her panties are sticking to her. He smirks a bit as he grabs the sides of them, lightly snapping the material against her skin. She jumps a bit before huffing and giving his hair a tug. 

“Stop being a tease,” she snaps, becoming impatient. 

“Sorry. Didn’t know you were in such a hurry for my cock, princess,” he teases, directing his smirk up at her now. She opens her mouth to reply but doesn’t get a word in since he tugs her panties down and sticks two of his fingers in her dripping hole in one go. She gasps and arches her body towards him, using her kneeling above him to her advantage. She starts to slide up and down his fingers like she’s riding his cock already. Shit, she might as well be with the way her tongue is lolling out of her mouth and all the noises she’s making for him. 

“Feel good, baby? Hm?” he coos, rubbing his two fingers along her gummy walls in search of that one special spot inside of her. She just nods her head, trying to bring her hazy, half-lidded gaze to his face but she can’t tear her eyes away from how his veins are bulging in his arms from how rigorously he’s fingering her. 

She tosses her head back with a wanton cry, her chest rising and falling in rapid succession. “There it is,” Saeyoung mutters, chuckling darkly as he starts rubbing that spot faster. After a moment, he slips his fingers out only to slip them back in with the third one joining. He watches as her slick drips down his fingers and begins coating his palm and wrist. “God, you’re so fucking wet,” he hisses, his dick straining against his belly. He swiftly pulls his fingers out and grabs ahold of her hips once more, tugging her down closer to his body. He then uses the hand that’s wet to grip his cock, sliding his hand along himself before pointing it up towards her. 

“There you go,” he coos as she starts to lower herself down onto him, “Just like that, baby. Mm, keep going. Swallow me up, princess.” He rests his head back against the seat, taking notice of how the windows of her car are foggy from their passion. He smirks at the sight before focusing back on her, watching how his cock disappears between her legs. “Such a good girl,” he praises, his fingers leaving marks on her hips from how hard he’s holding onto her. 

Once she’s all the way down, she pants and stares into his eyes, trembling in his hold. “So good…such a good girl for me…all for me…” he praises, tucking some loose hair behind her ear. She mewls at the words escaping him, her teeth pulling at her bottom lip. He then watches as she raises herself up again, his cock now covered in her gooey arousal.  

It doesn’t take her long to start riding him in earnest, her breasts bouncing with each thrust she makes. Her thighs tense anytime she rises up, her body quickly becoming coated in a light layer of sweat in her desperation. Saeyoung licks and nips at her chest as she rides him, her walls clenching around him anytime he sucks new marks in her chest. 

“I’m close, baby. You gonna milk me dry?” he whispers breathily, pulling away from her chest to watch her body work. She groans and nods her head, starting to rise and drop even faster than before. “That’s my good girl,” he coos, letting his hands play with her tits now so that he can watch her. He plants his feet firmly on the seat before starting to meet her thrusts halfway. 

She screams his name as she cums around his cock, her cream making a halo around the base of his dick. He grunts and curses under his breath before quickly tugging her up, his cum spraying across his stomach. He hisses as her hand reaches down to continue working him, tugging every last drop of cum from his slit. 

After he’s done, he lowers her down on top of him and smiles up at her. She smiles back, a drop of sweat gliding down the side of her face. To his surprise, she leans forward and connects their lips for a passionate, but short, kiss. She pulls away, but he connects their lips for three more short pecks before letting her go. 

“Wow, you really know how to work a shaft,” Saeyoung jokes, purposely saying ‘shaft’ instead of ‘shift.’ 

“Oh my god-” she mumbles before starting to laugh, her eyes lighting up at the terrible joke. He can’t help but kiss her again, loving the way her smile looks.

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[ilyvanderwood]

The so called 'Star of the Show'

Everyone was excited for the RFA party, mainly since they get to meet you but... where is the 'star of the show' at? Everyone knew you where here but you randomly vanished into dust a few moments in. Little did anyone know, you where being fucked by your boyfriend in a unused room on the top floor.

Warnings : Threesome (FMM), Rough sex, a few mentions of Afab, breeding (?), smut ofc, degradation, pictures/photos taken, implied cumdump. at end

A/N : I don't normally write smut but this was going off in my head so i tried... srry if its bad too LMAO

Smut under cut <3

"AH~ Va-Vanderwood, pl-please slOW-" you get cut off mid sentence 'cause Vanderwood shoved his fingers in your mouth.

"Quiet... You don't want them to hear you now, do you?" He asks lightly compared to his speed while biting your ear. You lightly shake your head no but just enough to let him get the message.

*Knocking* Your eyes widen as you hear a familiar voice. "Y/N ? Are you there?" The voice behind the door asks. Vanderwood takes his fingers out of your mouth but keeps on slamming into you.

"Y-yeah-"you say quickly, before you knew it the door was opened and you saw a very familiar figure standing there shocked. Jumin quickly closes the door enough that a crack is visible

"I-I'm sorry but, Seven wanted me to let you know that your speech is soon" he says before quickly walking away. You turn red, while Vanderwood doesn't seem to care because he wasn't seen.

You both put back on your clothes and run off to the party looking like nothing happened. When you arrived everyone was crowding you other than two tall figures, talking to each other. You obviously didn't think much about it because you had other matters on your plate.

*i dont feel like writing the speech*

After your speech you regroup with Vanderwood and you guys are on your way out when he stops you. Looking in front of you, you see Jumin's car with Driver Kim holding the door open. Vanderwood lightly pushes you towards the car so that you understood what was going on. You enter the car and sit across from Jumin while Vanderwood sits next to you. The entire ride was so silent you swore you could hear a pin drop from a mile away.

Once you got to Jumin's Penthouse, you noticed Vanderwood getting out and signing for you to get out as well. Once you hopped out the car you went up to the room with the two males, one in front and the other in the back. When you reach the room you get pushed in and land on Jumin.

"Seems like your little friend liked what he saw earlier." A voice whispers in your ear. Before you knew it, Vanderwood was ripping apart your panties and tights while Jumin was taking off your dress and bra. Once your completely naked Jumin carry's you to the couch while Vanderwood leaves the room to gather something.

"..fuck" you lightly mummble when you land on the couch. The thought of two men fucking you made you wet. Jumin reaches behind you to grab some lube while the other male came back with a few other items. The two men set you in between each other before grabbing the materials laid out for them.

"What does the little whore want first... the vibrator or dildo?" Jumin whispers in your ear while putting on a gag and a blindfold to cover your view from the two males.

"Why not both? I bet the slut can take it, now can you." Vanderwood responds pulling your back to his chest so there is better access to your hole. Jumin stuffs the dildo and the vibrator into your hole at once while Vanderwood turns up the remote to the max. It makes you jump a bit and arch your back.

The feeling of soft hands around your body makes everything feel so much better. You go to move your hand to your clit when one of the two takes your arm and holds it tight to prevent it from moving. You start to shake a bit when you feel yourself coming up it all stops when the vibrator and dildo gets taken out of your hole and the gag is taken off of you.

"Now.. what does our whore want?" Vanderwood says pinching your nipples making you gasp.

"Fuck me... both of you.." you respond almost immediately out of breath.

"Say it as a good girl would." Jumin says, as he aligns himself to your hole.

"Please fuck m- Ah~!" you get cut off when you feel two dicks slam into you all at once. Its one of the best things you've ever felt. Two cocks slamming into you simultaneously . They slowing become a pattern when one slams into you then the other.

"AaaH~! P-please cum in m-me" you say out of nowhere catching both of the boys off guard but they yet continued. You could feel yourself coming closer and after one last slam, you moaned pretty loudly as you orgasmed all over both of their dicks. They slowly came after and came in your hole at once.

When they pulled out, you where such a mess. Hair everywhere, drooling and their seed leaking out of your hole. Jumin takes a quick few photos before taking off the blindfold. You go to stand up when you get brought back down by Vanderwood.

"Where do you think you're going? We're not done with you yet." He whispers in your ear while nibbling at the lobe. I mean.. at least a few more rounds wont be that bad... right?

wrote this half awake LMAO

Masterlist | Ao3

[stxrrydreamss]

Master List

Requests: Open

My Hero Academia

Attack On Titan

Dr.Stone

Mystic Messenger

Hazbin Hotel

[graytalents]

Lights, camera…

Yeah, I love voyeurism

“And this,” he presents with a flourish. “is the legendary stage used for my last production.”

Zen had taken you on an after-hours tour of the theater he just wrapped up with. His performance was nothing short of spectacular, and you had brought him flowers and wine as congratulations.

You waited and chatted with Jaehee until he was done greeting fans, and finally said goodbye to her when she finished gushing over his performance to him. You both laughed and cooed over how cute Jaehee could be.

You had taken Zen out to eat at his favorite restaurant, talking animatedly about the process, rehearsals, and pre-show jitters.

Because he was still so animated from the closing night, he took you back to the theater, where the cleaning staff and directors decided to deal with the set later.

In the present moment, he helped you climb onto the (very tall) stage.

“Even when no one’s here, I can still feel the electricity. It makes me … I dunno. Excited? Anticipatory? Nervous?”

You turn to look at him. He’s staring out into the empty seats, and he looks almost as if he’s reliving the performance. He had an almost aura of awe and reverence. You felt the electricity he referenced, goosebumps shivering down your back and arms.

He took notice and frowned slightly.

“Are you cold? Take my jacket, here,” he made a move to shrug off his jacket until you stopped him.

“No, it’s not that. I-I think I can feel it. The electricity, I mean,” you stammered.

He beamed, expression bright. He wanted nothing more than to share his passion with everyone, but he especially wanted you to feel it. You supported him through all of his shows, celebrated his successes, and lamented his losses. Hearing you say that you can feel what he does, if even just a fraction of it, made him feel giddy.

He scooped you up and twirled you around while planting frequent kisses on your head, forehead, cheeks, eyelids, and lips.

Then, he lost his balance. You both fell, with him narrowly avoiding crushing you by landing on his forearms. He protected you by keeping his arm between your head and the floor.

“Sorry, are you okay?”

He laughed, out of breath. “Don’t say sorry to me! I’m fine, are you hurt?”

You shook your head. He looked so beautiful above you, lights casting a soft halo around him. You reached out and pulled him closer, lips parted for a deep kiss.

He was surprised, but quickly followed your lead. He kissed you back fervently, positioning himself to better hold your side.

You lifted your knee, allowing him to settle in between your legs more comfortably. The kiss was passionate, and you were both grasping onto each other and panting.

“You’re so beautiful. How are you mine?” he smiles gently at you, despite his tousled hair and bitten red lips.

“Why don’t we put on a performance of our own, Hyun?” you almost whispered this, giving him a sly smile. He turned red, but he didn’t immediately decline either.

After what seemed to be a few minutes of internal back and forth (what if we get caught? how dirty is the floor?), he answered by giving you open mouthed kisses down your neck. You moaned, wanting to feel more.

When he got to the base of your neck, he bit and sucked at the tender skin, leaving a small mark that would bloom in the coming days. You trailed your hands down his back and lightly made your way to his front. You palmed at him, feeling him getting hard already. He let out a low groan into your neck. He dropped his body fully onto you, and you gyrated your hips against his. He relished in the feeling for a moment before moving his mouth down your chest. He lowered the neckline of your top just enough for him to see your perky nipple. Tongue swirling around, your back arched deeper into his touch.

He sucked and bit you until you cried out, feeling impossibly damp between your legs. You pressed yourself against him, looking for any kind of friction to help with the white hot ache within you.

“You’re so impatient, my love,” he murmured. He thrust against you just right, so the rough fabric of his pants rubbed deliciously against your clit. “Don’t you know? The climax in the show is the best, but we have to build up our audience, don’t we?”

With that, he placed his fingers in your mouth.

“Suck, my love.”

You obliged, taking two of his digits and swirling your tongue around them. You looked up at him through your lashes. He looked entranced, just before finding the hem of your underwear and slipping his other hand into your folds. He gathered your wetness, and began to lightly squeeze your nub between two of his fingers. You cried out, the sensation being too much.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, keep sucking for me, baby, you feel so good and wet already,” he cooed.

You were nearing your high when he stopped suddenly.

He had you stand and remove your clothing piece by piece. He sat in front of you, back towards the audience, while he enjoyed the show. With each article of clothing, he made remarks.

First, came the top — “You’re so beautiful.”

Then, came your bottoms — “I think about every single part of you every day.”

Finally, your underwear — “Sometimes I wonder how I got this far in life without your pretty pussy.”

You let out a shaky breath, blood rushing throughout your body and it made you throb. He motioned for you to come closer, closer, until he pulled you to sit atop his clothes body. He ran his hands down your body, eyes focused on every part of your being.

Finally, finally, he got to your clit. Gently, he rubbed you while his other hand undid his zipper and freed his aching cock. You could feel it on your back, warm and heavy.

Having had enough with his teasing, you guided his leaking tip to your soaking folds. He groaned, eyes threatening to roll back.

You slid his tip over and over your folds until he grabbed your hips and sat you down on his cock.

You gasped, mouth in a little oh! as he began to pump into you.

“This is it, my love. Can you, ngh, feel it? The audience l-loves you,” he grunted with every thrust. “T-The audience wants, mm, to see you!”

With that, he adjusts your position so that you were on your hands and knees, and he was behind you. Here, you had a full view of the empty seats while your leading man knelt behind you.

You screamed as you felt him bend down and lick a long stripe from your clit to your opening. He had his hands gripping your ass, spreading you completely open for him to devour. He used his tongue to collect your arousal and shove it back into your hole.

It was too much. Your back was arched lewdly in this extremely public place, and your lover was making you feel all kinds of pleasure. The thought of being watched was exhilarating.

The pressure built so strongly in your stomach exploded suddenly. You came hard and fast, giving him no warning. He kept nibbling on your nub through your orgasm and only stopped to lick up your cum.

After giving you a second to breathe, you keened as you felt his thick cock slip past your folds. He slid fully in and grabbed your face to point it towards the seats.

“Give them a show. I want to hear and see you give into this feeling completely,” he said quietly.

He started to pump into you, angling his hips in order to reach the soft and spongy spot inside of you. He grabbed your hair and gently pulled your head up to ensure you kept your spot as the leading lady on stage.

Your thighs began to shake from both exertion and overstimulation. He snaked his free arm around you and began to rub at your clit while his girth bullied its way into you.

Too much, too much, too much!

“Hyun! I-I’m gonna—“

Your eyes rolled back in your head as you released all over him again. He kept his hand in your hair and smacked your ass with the other before gripping your hip.

He pumped into you faster, bringing tears to your eyes. You wanted to babble about how good and thick and well he was fucking you, but the overstimulation had you just moaning and whining. He came, hot and quick, into you, groaning into your ear as he enveloped you.

You stayed on the floor for a while, recovering and catching your breath. He turned to look at you.

“Encore?” he asked cheekily.

[vampirevatican]

Jumin Han & Sexual Intimacy

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let's talk about jumin having a sex room. can we talk about jumin having a sex room? i've been dying to talk about jumin's sex room.

no this will not be a la "50 shades of grey", yes he is a CEO and in theory we could be his mousy little gf/fiance/wife etc. BUT we aren't his assistant, this ain't a job and i refuse to give jumin that treatment outside of jokes and ease of reference.

that being said, please watch "How to Build a Sex Room", it's on netflix and i swear it's good

moving on. he wouldn't have a sex dungeon. oh no it's really classy, very subtle.

ofc it'd be like a secret room though. he's very possessive/obsessed with you, so anything intimate like that is just between you two

i like to think he'd get a certain part of the penthouse remodeled for it, tells no one about the renovations except for the people he has working on it and having them sign NDA's

when it's all said and done though, it's a little surprise just for you

i don't think he'd be all whips and chains, HOWEVER...

would love to see you in cat ears, restrained (starting light, with silk ribbon), and blindfolded.

possibly the type to get off to having control in the bedroom but very amused and aroused to you taking control

he's a service dom and hard dom, just depends on desire level.

depending on what he has patience for? there's definitely lots of teasing, foreplay maybe even sensory play (remember the blindfold?)

definitely an aftercare kind of man, even if you didn't use the sex room he is there to cuddle up next to you and hold your hand. he'd pick you up and carry you to a very nice bubble bath, he'd even bathe you if you wanted.

[euphoricesctasy]

nsfw jumin han (mystic messenger) hcs <3

- kinky. - jumin is the type of man to leave you tied to the bed, a vibe nestled against your clit, while he goes to work for the day - that doesn’t happen SUPER often however, because HE prefers to make you feel good, not some stupid vibrator. - he loves taking you anywhere and everywhere, he wants everyone to know that you’re HIS - if you come to work with him, he’ll leave the door open just a fraction while he fucks you. the fact that someone is so likely to walk in is so exciting and arousing to him.  - he’s super into cockwarming too, he’ll have you on his cock whenever and wherever he can. if you’re open to it, he’d be down to have you cockwarm him in his meetings. he really doesn’t care - he just wants to feel you. - the way he fucks you at work is quick and sloppy, but still always a good time. the way he fucks you at home, however.... - he is so into bondage (this is canon iirc); blindfolds, shibari, gags... he thinks they make you all the more vulnerable to him. - jumin loves being able to have full control over you, he loves having you at his disposal - mouth gagged, hands tied, blindfold on - looking so pretty for him while he has his way with you - he’ll occasionally be super vanilla (i.e - on anniversaries) and almost soft, but you both prefer when things are a little... spicier.