The Sun Also Smiles - Chapter 2
Chapters - [1] [2] [3] [4]
Summary - With Mabel and Dipper's 16th birthday party on the horizon, Grunkle Stan takes to online dating to find a date for the party. But who he meets isn't who she thinks she is. Things start to get weird.
Word Count - 2,805
Pairing(s) - Stan Pines x OC
Genre(s): Romance, Comedy, Mystery
~~~~~~~~
SunshineSoul said:
Good evening, Mr. Pines š
BigManPines said:
Hey toots
SunshineSoul said:
"Hey toots" I like that. Do you actually talk like that in person?
BigManPines said:
Yeah. Got a problem with it?
SunshineSoul said:
Absolutely not. I love the way you talk. It's so straight forward and no silly business.
BigManPines said:
No Silly Business is my middle name.
BigManPines said:
It's not. My middle name is FIlbrick. Me and my brother have the same middle name.
SunshineSoul said:
LOL you're so funny. You type like you're nervous around me. Are you nervous?
BigManPines is typing...
BigManPines is typing...
BigManPines is typing...
BigManPines said:
Yeah. I'm nervous.
SunshineSoul said:
Why? I won't eat you. Unless you ask me ever so politely š
BigManPines is typing...
BigManPines is typing...
BigManPines said:
I'm just a shy old man if i'm bein honest
SunshineSoul said:
Awww. It's okay. I understand. I get really shy too. Especially around shy old men named Stan š
BigManPines said:
You're just sayin that
SunshineSoul said:
I'm not actually. We've only been talking for a week and I genuinely like talking to you and getting to know you. I mean that.
BigManPines said:
Well thanks toots. I like talking to you too. The fact that I'm talkin to you instead of turning on the latest episode of The Duchess Approves says a lot.
SunshineSoul said:
THAT WAS TONIGHT??? NOOOOO!!! I TOTALLY FORGOT ššš Ugghhhhhh I think I've been working too hard
BigManPines said:
It's gonna rerun in 45 minutes. Definitely gonna tune in for that showing.
SunshineSoul said:
Yeah? You wanna like...sit on the phone and watch it together? Live reaction kind of thing? It'll be like we're watching it right beside each other :D
"Well?" Ford asked as he folded his arms. He'd been sitting next to Stan during the entire conversation to help him through it and even giving him ideas of what to say back to this mystery woman.
"Well what?" Stan asked back.
"Are you going to call her?"
Stan was quiet for a while, putting his chin in his left hand to start rubbing his stubble. He was deep in thought.
"I wanna but I know I'm just gonna make a fool out of myself if you leave me alone with her," Stan admitted, a little ashamed of this. He knew Ford was no better with this type of stuff than he was but he seemed just slightly more adept.
"Stan, I know how nervous you get around women. It truthfully baffles me but that's a conversation for a different day. But you've been talking to this woman for a week by yourself. Mostly."
"Yeah but what if I'm too gruff and off puttin for her? She seems like a proper lady. Like she doesn't even wanna get her hands dirty typa lady."
"Even the most proper of women can get down and dirty if they thought it was worth it. I learned that in college," Ford retorted. "Listen. Do you like this woman?" he asked, motioning his hand towards the laptop on the kitchen table.
Stan sat there in complete silence for a moment. "Yeah. I do."
"Then I think it'll be a good idea for you to have your first "date" with her over the phone. I know Mabel would think it's the most adorable thing she's ever seen in the world. She knows how much that tv show means to you." He crossed his legs then began bouncing his foot, thinking some more.
"I honestly think you should ask her on a proper date if this goes well," he added. "I've seen all the messages. Even the..." he cleared his throat behind a closed fist against his lips. "Saucier messages that I wish I could wipe from my memory. Where's the memory gun when you need it," he murmured under his breath.
"Hey! Nobody told your nosy ass to read those!Ā Just the normal ones!" Stan said suddenly, his cheeks reddening in complete embarrassment now. "Better be lucky neither of us sent any pictures."
"Speaking of pictures," Ford interrupted quickly. "Do you even know what this woman looks like? I looked at her profile and she doesn't have any pictures of herself. Just her art."
Stan shrugged. "Iunno," he said in a dismissive tone as he folded his arms now too. "A babe like her has gotta be drop dead gorgeous right? She talks like she's beautiful."
"That...That doesn't even make sense!"
"And?" Stan laughed, nudging his brother roughly with his elbow.
ding!
SunshineSoul said:
Did I scare you away?
"See? She's waiting on your answer. Say yes. I'll just head down to the lab and the kids are fast asleep. Big shopping day tomorrow for them. Especially Mabel," Ford encouraged.
"Fine." That was all he could manage to say in response. He knew in his heart that he wanted to talk to her but he also knew he would find a way to botch it.
BigManPines said:
Nah you didn't scare me off.
BigManPines said:
I wouldn't mind watching the episode on the phone with ya. I've never done anything like that before but I'm willin to try.
SunshineSoul said:
Omg yay! I get to hear that Jersey accent in real time. I love it. My number is 615-333-3333. Call me when you're ready šš
"Well! Good luck!" Ford said, slamming his hand down on Stan's shoulder before he stood up and stretched. "I definitely won't be listening in with one of my spy devices," he said jokingly as he walked out of the kitchen.
"You do and I'll kill ya!" Stan yelled after him, shaking his fist.
"Yeah, yeah," Ford laughed as he walked through the door that led into the mystery shack.
Stan sat there in the kitchen in silence with his thoughts. What was the first thing he was gonna say to this woman? Will she still be into him after the date? Er...call? It's not a date. It's definitely not a date. Unless she wants to consider it a date? Then sure. It's a date.
It's not a date.
It's. Not. A. Date.
A half hour later, Stan was sitting in his recliner in the living room, holding his phone with the mystery woman's phone number dialed in and sitting on the screen. He clutched it nervously, not completely sure if he should really go through with this or not.
It's not a date. It's not a date. It's not a date. It's not a date. It's not a date. It's not a da-
He closed his eyes tightly and pressed the bright green call button on his screen. It rang a few times before it was picked up on the other end.
"Lemme guess. It's BigManPines callin me up on a Friday evening?" She chuckled sweetly.
Stan grinned almost immediately from hearing her voice. It sounded way younger than he was expecting. He was expecting an older woman based upon her interest in him. Because what would a young woman want with an old guy like him?
"Yeah, it's...it's me," he said in a tone that definitely betrayed his nervousness.
"Oh! You sound nervous. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have-"
"Nah, nah! It's okay. Like I said earlier, I'm just a shy old guy. Talkin on the phone gives me the creeps sometimes," Stan admitted.
"You're one of the in person type of people? I get it," she said in a kind sort of voice. Almost motherly.
"Yeah, I guess so. I'm just super old fashioned, toots."
"Yeah? I like that about you though," she admitted freely with a hint of a smile in her tone.
She really was just a ray of sunshine that came barreling into Stan's life this evening. It really cheered him up and made him feel a little more at ease.
"Can...Can I ask you somethin?" Stan asked after a moment.
"Of course you can, big man Stan," she said cutely, laughing a bit behind it.
"How old are ya? You don't sound like you're even within ten years of my age."
She sighed softly across the phone. "I'm not a teenager or a youngin if that's what you're asking. I'm 36 years old."
Stan laughed at her statement. "36 is a damn youngin compared to me!" He continued laughing.
"Yeah true! But look. I think you're really handsome and from the looks of the pictures on your profile, you're so buff. You work out?" She asked curiously.
"I used to box a lot in my youth. I still do it from time to time to keep up the old physique," he explained proudly. "Ya think I'm buff?"
"Yeah, I do. I also think you'd be strong enough to throw me over your shoulder," she said in a very obviously flirty tone. "Especially if I'm bad."
Stan's entire face was red at this point. He was a very straight forward person but she...she was a different breed of straight forward. He liked it. He liked it a lot.
"You bad often?" he asked cheekily.
"Maybe. We'll just have to find out soon."
Stan chuckled to himself. "I gotta ask, toots. What's your actual name? I've just been callin you Sunshine this whole time."
A shy but eager giggle could be heard on the other side of the call.
"I like that coming off your tongue. It sounds...woof," she laughed deviously. "You can call me Sunshine or Sol. It doesn't matter which. Long as you call me." If they were in person, she definitely would have winked at the old man and made him go into cardiac arrest.
Stan's heart was racing at this point in the conversation. He was nervous and excited simultaneously. Something about this woman excited him in ways he hadn't felt in a while and he didn't know what to do with that thought.
"Sol, eh? Is it short for something?"
"Solana," she said simply.
"Solana. Name's beautiful, toots," he complimented with a smile on his face. "Solana," Stan repeated, trying to find the perfect tone to say her name in now.
"Stopppppp. I hate it so much. It makes me feel like an old lady or something."
"Toots, if I knew an old lady named Solana, I'd still think your version of the name would be just as beautiful to me as it is now."
"Stopppppppppppppppp. You're making me blush so much," she squealed gently. "I caaannn'ttttt. You call yourself a shy old guy but you're just an old guy who hasn't had the opportunity to let the real him out."
"Yeah, you're probably right. Nobody's felt worth it in my life before so I just stay reserved and emotionally cut off usually."
"That sounds so lonely," Solana said in a sad voice. "But that's why I'm here now," she joked.
"Yeah. I'm glad you're here now," he said gratefully.
There was a comfortable silence as they turned their TVs on to the station they needed for the rerun of the show. Once the show came on, Solana became quiet so she could absorb what was going on in the show. She wanted to blurt her thoughts and be over the top with her reactions but she didn't want to scare Stan away. Something truly outrageous happened in the show suddenly and Stan shouted.
"What do you mean, you need a date to the cotillion! You don't need a man! You're a strong woman, Duchess!" He whisper yelled so he wouldn't wake the kids up.
Solana jumped but she laughed at his outburst. "Exaccttllyyyy!!! She's built up her entire reputation as someone who is very independent and has made it known that her world does NOT revolve around needing a man! What the hell!" she added, following behind Stan's outrage.
"Exactly toots! This is ridiculous. This show really started to go downhill in season 3. They should have just ended in season 2," Stan sighed as he sunk down in his chair in frustration.
"I agree! I was so excited when I heard they were making this into a tv show. The movie was a masterpiece," she said with a nod she knew Stan wouldn't be able to see.
"See, you get it. My niece and nephew watch with me sometimes but even they don't get the intricacies of this show."
"That's so sad. I love analyzing this show. It's so deep," Solana said fondly. "It makes me feel so secure in my womanhood sometimes," she halfway joked.
"I hear tha-"
"SAUNTERBLUGGET?!" They exclaimed in unison.
"No way they brought him back!!! He died in that carriage crash last season!!" Solana said in pure shock.
"True but listen, toots. If they don't show the dead body on camera, I never believe someone's dead. I learned that with tv shows in the past. Somethin to keep in mind goin forward," Stan advised even though he was equally as shocked as Solana was. He just wanted to also seem cool to her.
"Ohhhhhhhh! I never even thought about that honestly. Oh my god. You just opened my eyes to a whole new world. Holy shit."
"You're welcome," Stan chuckled. "What a way to end an episode."
"Ahhhhh. I know! I can't wait a whole week. This suuuccckkkssss."
"Hey..." Stan started shyly.
"Yes?"
"Would ya wanna...Iunno. Hang out in person for the next episode? I could cook for us or order somethin. Iunno. Whatever you want."
"Stanley No Silly Business Pines, are you asking me on a date?" Solana asked, happiness very clear in her voice.
"Uh...yeah. I guess if you wanna consider it that?" He said slowly at first but gained a certain air of confidence midway through his statement.
"I'd love to. Buuutttttt, I'd like to go out to dinner if that's okay with you? And we can end up at your place for the rerun of the episode?" she suggested sweetly. The way she spoke just now, Stan assumed she would have fluttered her eyelashes at him if she could. Her voice was too soothing and too convincing to not give her what she asked for.
"Yeah, sure, toots. We can do that. We can iron out details tomorrow or somethin...Iunno."
Solana laughed loudly at Stan trying to act so nonchalant about this whole thing. "Stan, you don't have to act all cool around me. I like you just the way you are."
"Yeah but that doesn't mean I'm not still gonna do it, Solana." He said her name in a teasing manner, knowing she didn't like being called that in the slightest. But! He figured he could get away with it because of how much she seemed into him at the moment. It was a little bit of a guilty pleasure, making her squirm.
"STAN!" she said loudly, embarrassment so evident.
"Yeah, Solana?" He responded, smirking devilishly.
"Oh my godddddd. You're so annoooyyyiingggg," she whined playfully.
"Not annoying enough for you to leave me alone, toots. You're still gonna be here in the morning. But at least ya can text me now instead of usin that clunky ass dating site."
"Oh, I knooowww. I hate that stupid site. You would think they'd have an app or something," she sighed dramatically.
" I dunno much about apps so I can't say. But, I'm looking forward to your good morning message, Miss Solana," he said with a grin.
Solana's silence could only be interpreted as her being flustered. "Yeah. I'm definitely gonna send you your very first good morning text ever. I have a feeling you've never dealt with women who have manners like that," she joked.
"You're damn right," he joked back.
She laughed at him. She was so happy that he could bounce off her and she could do the same. They had the exact same type of humor and it set her soul ablaze. They hadn't known each other for long but she felt like she had the tiniest bit of a connection with him.
"Good night, Stanley."
"Good night, Solana."
Stan hung up the phone and leaned back in his recliner, laying his phone on his chest. He folded his hands across the top of his stomach and closed his eyes. He didn't realize how tired he was until that moment. He didn't usually stay up this late for the rerun of The Duchess Approves. But it was worth it to get to know Solana a little more and finally get to hear her voice. Her sweet and perky voice. If sunshine had a sound, it would have been exactly what she sounded like. He only hoped that the beauty of her voice and name matched her face.
Just as he was about to drift off into sleep, his eyes popped open and he sat up quickly in terror.
I HAVE A DATE! he thought to himself as he started panicking internally.
25 notes
Ā·
View notes
A little something featuring Fuuta and Es after talking about their criminal lack of interaction in fanworks with @waivyjellyfish ! You had such awesome ideas (a few of which I'm still bouncing around in my head to post at some point,) but this one ended up taking over my brain -- I hope you enjoy š
Attempting to answer the widely-debated question:
āOi, why didnāt you hit me?ā
Es looked up from their paperwork.
āPrisoner number three. Most people are glad when theyāre not struck.ā
āWell, Iām not.āĀ
Es usually left the door open at this hour, in case anyone had any last-minute complaints before curfew. No one usually took them up on the offer. They figured that if there was any prisoner they could count on to complain, it would be Fuuta marching through their door.
āYou hit all the other guys. You even hit some of the girls that were giving you trouble. So what? You think Iām too weak? You think I canāt take it?ā Fuuta spread his arms. āI can, so show me what youāve got!ā
Es sighed. They put down their pen. They folded their gloved hands together, resting their chin on top. āFuuta, Iām not going to hit you.ā
āWhy not?ā
āAs of right now, I have no reason to. If youāre referring to the interrogationsā¦ā
They reflected on the first one they'd shared with him. To be fair, the thought had crossed their mind. It would have been satisfying to give this rowdy prisoner a taste of his own medicine ā striking him after such a dramatic charge at them. But Es was always good at reading people. It didnāt take them long to understand Fuuta was the type to lash out first and ask questions later. In fact, that was likely what had landed him in Milgram in the first place.Ā
Although Es knew they werenāt here to do any reformation, they wanted to try to show these prisoners where theyād gone wrong. So, they resolved to act as the bigger person. Theyād prove that senseless violence was just that. By keeping their composure, theyād show Fuuta just how childish he was being.Ā
That wasnāt my only reason. I guess that's true, my actions werenāt all purely righteous. I still spent the entire time looking for ways to make him squirmā¦ But it wasnāt all cruelty. I really did want to understand. I wanted to help. That counts for something, right?
Es never struck the prisoners out of anger, or as a petty show of power. It was a way to force the prisoner to mind their ego. When theyād gotten a bit too full of themselves, a bit too comfortable with the awful deed theyād committed, Esā blow encouraged them to feel a bit more humility and guilt.Ā
By the time the second trial arrived, Fuuta oozed guilt.Ā
The moment Es entered the interrogation room, it was clear that he needed no lesson in humility. He hugged his arms to his chest. His remaining eye darted around the room in thinly-veiled hysteria. His voice trembled when he spoke. It didnāt require any people-reading skills to hear the remorse that underlaid all of his accusations and threats.
Hitting the others felt like giving a dog a tap on the nose after breaking a rule. Meanwhile, Fuuta snapped and snarled like a stray whoād been kicked time and time again.
Of course, he could never know any of this. Any way Es phrased it, Fuuta would misunderstand it as pity.
Well, wasnāt it? I thought he looked like a kicked puppy ā that sounds a lot like pity. No, it was out of respect. Does that mean I didnāt respect the prisoners I did hit? No. I respected them too. Then, whatās the difference?
Fuuta was still staring at them, asking the very same question. Whatās the difference?
āEach of Milgramās prisoners is unique.āĀ
They were met with an unimpressed glare.
Es chose their words carefully. āEach one responds best to a variety of treatments. Some need attention to be comfortable, while others need time. Some need validation in order to confess. Others, a bit of debate does the trick. Some need a show of force. You āā remind me too much of myselfĀ āā require something else. Iāve learned to change my approach depending on the person Iām dealing with.ā
Fuutaās features flashed with confusion, then shame, then his usual mask of anger. āTch. How pathetic.ā
āExcuse me?ā
āSo you just change your personality when itās convenient? You put up fake smiles and fake attitude? Have some balls and just be yourself.ā
Es was caught by surprise. ā... I am. Those are all pieces of myself. I choose to bring out different parts when it would be most helpful.āĀ
āSounds manipulative as hell to me.āĀ
It makes sense he doesnāt understand. Heās a very clear-cut person, with every aspect of his personality lining up in a way that makes sense. I find that predictability fun. Or, is it something that I envy? Could it be both?
They had no time to dwell on it, as Fuuta was struck with an idea. āThough, if you can do it on command, why donāt you give me the āyouā that wants to hit someone?āĀ
He spread his arms once more, hands gesturing to his chest. Es pretended not to notice him wince. They remained in their seat.Ā
āWhat are you waiting for? Hit me!āĀ
āI will not.ā
āYou just said you can change your personality on a whim, so letās see it!āĀ
āThat is not what I said.ā
His good eye began to look frenzied. He raised his voice. āYou scared? The big bad warden of Milgram, nothing but a big coward!ā
āStop this. Youāre acting childish.ā
āNo! Youāre treating me childishly! Let me see the Es that kicked Shidou! The one that slapped Kazui! Treat me like you treated them!ā
āI hit them because they said something stupid. They deserved it.ā
āAre you fucking kidding? I deserve it too! I deserve it! Come on!ā
At the last word, his voice broke. He stumbled to his knees. He let his head drop. He sucked in strained breath after strained breath. Shidou would surely give him a lecture about getting so worked up with his injuries.Ā
Es finally stood.
They made their way around the desk. They knelt on the floor in front of him.Ā
āWhy?ā he wheezed. āTell meā¦ā
āFuuta.āĀ
Should I just go ahead and do it, just to make him happy? No, I want to talk it out. But what do even I say? I'll tell him that I care. I canāt. None of the prisoners understand that I care. Why? Why is it so hard for them to see? Iām trying my best, why canāt they see?Ā
Es extended their hand carefully. They didnāt know what they hoped to accomplish, but in that moment their thoughts were too loud and conflicting. They needed to do something.
Fuuta saw the gentle intention, and immediately raised his own hand to strike. It froze midair, though whether it was from Milgramās restrictions or his own hesitation, Es would never know.
Neither of their gestures connected.
Footsteps. Then Yunoās voice, hesitantly from the doorway. āWe heard shouting, is everything alright in here?ā
Es retracted their hand.Ā A beat. Fuuta dropped his, too.Ā
āYuno. Yes, weāre fine. Fuuta was just heading to bed. Iām going to walk him to his cell.ā
āI can handle myself.ā
āI said, Iām going to walk him to his cell.āĀ
Es stood, nodding to Yuno. When sheād gone, they turned their attention back to the prisoner crumpled on the ground. They made an effort to quiet their ever-racing thoughts.Ā
āListen. I know you can handle yourself. Iām not doing this because I think youāre weak. Youāre strong. Donāt think for a moment that I donāt see that.ā
They held out their arm to help him up. He didnāt move.
āSometimes you are a bit too strong, if you ask me. I mean, picking fights with your prison warden, really?ā They clicked their tongue. āYou should be grateful for a superior that gives you second chances.ā
At last, FuutaĀ took their hand. He avoided meeting their eyes, but his voice had softened considerably from his rant. āThe only thing you give me is a headache.ā
Es offered a dry smile as they pulled him to his feet. āThe feeling is mutual.ā
27 notes
Ā·
View notes
Hi! Please ignore this if you feel uncomfortable, but I genuinely canāt stop thinking about Logan fingering the reader š« especially if heās older (like the one in dp and wolverine) so when the reader wants to go on but heās too tired he resorts to that š Iām sorry for rambling
anon I am so šš at this idea - thanks for sending it to me!! this was giving me old man logan vibes so I had him in mind (but please feel free to imagine the logan of your choice!)
logan howlett x f!reader | 400 words
logan comes first, so he fucks you with his fingers
He moans your name, as he drives himself deep into you.
Chasing that tight, building pressure that threatens to overwhelms him - fist curled into the sheets as he hovers above you. The sharp bite of his claws threatening to poke through, even after all this time.
Hadnāt been able to hold out, this time. How could he, with how sweetly you welcomed him home? You lips on his, that needy press - then dropping lower. Wrapping around him, taking him into your throat until he was panting.
Already half gone, by the time he fitted himself between your thighs. Even more so with how wet you were for him, sinking into your tight warmth as your pussy made room for him.
Losing himself in your embrace - coming hard before he means to. Teeth bared in a snarl with your cry in his ear, nails biting hard into his shoulders.
The pink marks have long healed, but he can still feel the sharp pinch. Pain mixing with pleasure as he pulses inside you, your face nuzzling against his neck as you sigh his name.
You didnāt know him when he was a younger man. Before his hair and beard were threaded with silver.
Used to be able to go another round right away. Wishes he could right now - heād flip you on your belly. Fuck you until youāre whimpering on his cock, until heās filling you a second time.
Instead, he rolls off you. His hand drifting down across your curves, fitting two inside the second his softening cock withdraws. Swallowing your moan with his mouth, as they press deep - replacing the steady piston of his hips with the drag and crook of fingers.
A third teasing, nudging - working its way inside. Knows you can take it, if you took him. Know how you like to feel full, and he can give that to you.
Logan can feel it - the warmth of his release, as it starts to drip. Coating his fingers, sticky inside you as he pushes it deeper, winding you back up.
The slap of his palm against your cunt is loud, twining with the sweet sounds you make. Your eyes half-lidded, adoring as you gaze up at him. Needy and wanting and he thinks heād give you anything, if youād just ask.
But Logan already knows what you want.
Knows he can make you come like this. Make you cream around his fingers, soak his palm as you wail. Fuck you through it, until the tight pulse ebbs - soft praise murmured in your ear.
Heās done it before.
Heās always been good with his hands, after all.
1K notes
Ā·
View notes
Which one of the dreamies is the most dominant iyo?
(Not you sending this anonymously after texting me about it girl lmfao š) but anyways, Iāve actually been thinking about this for a while now because I want to start doing NCT DREAM hcās but I feel like itāll definitely shock some people if I donāt put Jeno first buuuutā¦
My personal ranking would be: Jaemin, Jeno, Mark, Jisung, Haechan, Chenle, and Renjun.
Jaemin gives soft dom energy, like heās rough but heād also praise you and tell you that youāre doing a good job for him. He seems like he gets enjoyment out of you being embarrassed, covering your face, or doing anything that makes you look smaller than him. He seems like the type to have a size kink as well, so if you even utter the words āso big.ā Or ātoo big.ā He gets so turned on and will immediately tease you, heāll ask you in soft cooās if it feels goodātelling you to take it as he thrusts into you with powerful movements. Luckily heās not cruel enough to be so deep or so rough that heāll bruise your cervix but itās happened once or twice before. But like I said he gives soft dom energy, I just know that immediately after heās clinging to you and kissing your face all over. āOh baby you did such a good job!ā Heās right back to giving you adorable words of encouragement while cleaning you up as you lie there in shambles.
Jeno seems like heād be the most dominant but I beg to differ, heās definitely a service dom. He wants to do anything to get you off but heās not submissive, tell him where you want him to touch, tell him you want him to eat you out, ask him to finger youāyour strong puppy boyfriend is there to please you right away āLike that baby? Does it feel good? Right there?ā . Sometimes heās a little strict on what he will and wonāt do, once you asked him to fuck you in the bathroom of the restaurant you were in and he told you no three times before he basically dragged you there and fucked you like a wild man. But in general Jeno likes to be gentle with you, when heās eating you out or fingering you he loves getting genuine reactionsāhe compliments you as he gives you soft kisses on your thighs with his fingers deep inside of you. When he fucks you (if heās not feeling especially feral or punishing you.) he holds you close, heāll hold your body tightly as his thick cock slides in and out of youāhis praises are quiet and accompanied by gentle kisses all over your neck. Heās really into the sounds you make so he fucks you like heās dying to hear you say his name. āGood girl. Good good girl..my pretty babyā¦pretty princessā¦say-say my nameā¦say my name.ā His words are both soft yet aggressive, and when he cums inside of you he holds you so tight you might pop.
Mark also gives soft dom energy, heās more of a playful dom. He likes to keep things mostly vanilla and lead you calmly, he loves guided masturbation and he especially loves it when you touch yourself as if heās not there. Heāll praise with in a low and steady voice, telling you to keep the same slow pace as you move your fingers in and out of you. itās absolutely agonizing but the way he talks to you makes your whole body throb with desire. āJust like that baby, keep your eyes on meā¦now move your handā¦just like that baby, thatās rightā¦good girl.ā Heās so good at praise, itās literally insane how good he is at using his wordsāheās almost too good. The moment he notices you getting impatient he starts teasing you, heāll tell you to beg for him and trust if you donāt beg enough heāll tell you to do it with more passion. āNo no no baby, say it like you mean it; say please, please fuck me Mark.ā The moment you give him what he wants heāll fuck you like his life depends on it. You feel like youāre floating away from how good his stroke game is, while heās fucking you heās still talking to youātelling you how good you feel around him, how pretty you are and how much he loves fucking you.
Jisung is definitely more of a hard dom but he could pass as a switch but itās only because hes extremely likely fuck himself dumb. Jisung is really really into seeing you beg, cry, cum, shake, screamāanything that indicates pleasure (or pain hes close to that line.) makes him go crazy. He absolutely loves to degrade you but with a healthy mixture of praise too, āYouāre so pretty baby, my pretty girlā¦my pretty slut. Did my voice make you that horny? Did my slutty girl go dumb already?ā Heās such a dirty talker, especially when you lose it. His fingers are enough to have you empty headed and desperate, his long slender fingers fuck you so good; but they also only make you want him more. Every whiny call of his name makes him sicker than the last. āSung? Sungie? Jisung? Whatās wrong baby? Is it too much? Are you trying to tell me that itās too much?ā Itās like his fingers shut your brain off through your pussy, and when he finally fucks you itās so roughāhe loves to kiss you while heās deep inside of you, something about it turns him on so much more. And of course he has to cum inside of you, he just loves how it feels.
Haechan is more of a switch, a bratty one too. He enjoys doing things thatāll piss you off, if heās feeling more dominate that day heāll edge you for hours. Heās so set on seeing you cry and beg, if heās fingering you and he notices you getting close heāll stop right before you finishāheāll do this for so long until you finally break. āYou look so cute baby, are you gonna cry? Hm? You gonna cry baby?ā He loves teasing you, he gets off to the way you whimper and call his name. āHyuck? D-Doā¦you look so cute when you beg.ā When he fucks you he absolutely loves to make you look at him; seeing your eyes roll as you struggle to keep them open makes his toes curl. But when heās submissive, the shoe is completely on the other foot. Heās so sensitive, if you touch his nipples even a little his body flinches. āYouāre so cute like this Hyuckā¦ā When you praise him he melts into such a mess, his voice cracks as you ride himāheās so sensitive, he can hardly even speak from the feeling of your walls around him. Youāre so warm, so wet, and he fits so perfectly inside of you. He gets so drunk on you when heās being subby, and when he cums he has to hold you and have your body as close to his as possible.
Chenle is also a bratty switch, when hes subbing heās so difficult and disobedient and when heās a dom heās so cruel. āYou look so pretty on your knees baby, do you think youāve earned it yet?ā Heāll tease you when youāre sucking his dick, complimenting how pretty your lips look around his cock and pulling your hair as you look him in his eyes. When he fucks you heās so vocal and so rough, biting, scratching, hair pullingāhe likes it all. Of course he has to cum inside of you, he fucks you as deep as humanly possible and when heās close heāll tease you about how heās going to get your pregnant one of these times. āYou ready to have my baby?ā Heās such a kinky fuck. But when heās subbingā¦itās like what he did to you is only a projection of what he wants. Slap him, bite him, pull his hair and degrade him; sit on his face and make him eat you out till his jaw locks. āYouāre such a good boy for me.ā Even the most basic praise in between humiliating him will reduce him to a pathetic and desperate animal in heat. When youāve finally had your fill of him eating you out and decide that heās worthy of fucking you heās so overstimulated that he canāt even speak; all that comes out of his mouth is gibberish. But even in that state he can still beg to cum inside of youāand if heās been good enough youāll let him.
Renjun gives me model sub energy, like he wants you to treat him like a princeābuy him sexy outfits to wear, worship his body, and spoil him with kisses and pleasure. He loves it when you suck his dick, he gets off to the feeling of your lips and tongue before he gets to fuck youāand of course itās his right to fuck you; heās your spoiled baby after all. āMhmmā¦just like that, it feels so good.ā His moans are so pretty, itās such a show when fucking himāthe way his back arches and how his heavy dick throbs and twitches is so lewd and beautiful. By the time heās inside of you heās already cum three times, but he can last for another because it means he finally gets to be deep inside of you. When heās on top his stroke game is amazing, itās like his brain has moved to his dick from how perfectly he fucks you. His lips are red and kiss swollen and his entire face is flushedāwhen you get on top you can fully appreciate how beautiful his face looks when you please him. āS-So goodā¦ā his voice drifts off as his eyes roll, his head falls back into the pillows and he goes silent from how good you feel. When he finally cums he gasps for air and looks you right in your eyesāhe loves to look at you and watch your face as he cums, youāre just so pretty and he loves you so much; he has to burn the image of you in his mind as he cums inside of you.
2K notes
Ā·
View notes
nct dream having a s/o who's shy during sex
nct dream x fem!reader (18+ mdni)
a/n: reposting this one bcs somehow this just disappeared from my blog and i remembered to repost it now šš
cw: smut, oral (f), fingering, petnames.
MARK seemed taken aback at first. like, he didn't want to make you uncomfortable, he wanted this moment to be good for you too, so he kept asking if you were sure and if it was okay to continue. when you gave him a green light, he would nod and take things slowly with you, checking to make sure you were fine with what he was doing and reassuring you that it was fine to be shy. he let you wrap your arms around his neck and hide your face there, knowing that this was your way of cooperating with the situation.
he was understanding and patient, knowing that you needed time and didn't want to push too quickly. he loved having you close to him like that, everything seemed more intimate when you were close together. it was like a whole new level of intimacy and he couldn't really explain it with words, but it just felt right to him.
ābabe, please,ā he murmurs against your forehead, his voice shaky with restraint. āthink you can relax a little for me? your tightness is amazing, but i need to move,ā as soon as you relax, he begins to move his hips slowly, savoring every inch as he pushes deeper into you. each stroke hits just the right spot and elicits a soft moan from your lips. he showers you with praises as he makes love to you tenderly.
it seemed like there was an unspoken contest between you and JISUNG over who could be the most bashful in that moment. and, just as usual, you managed to claim victory! despite seeing himself as the one to lead, he was surprisingly unsure of his next steps, attempting to put you at ease as best he could. with a gentle determination, he whispered reassurances in your ear about making it feel good and creating a memorable experience for you. yet, every word he uttered only seemed to amplify the heat in your body.
but through all the nervous laughter and flustered glances, you could sense jisung's genuine care for your wellbeing. as his hands explored your body, they were hesitant yet firm, as if trying to learn your every curve by heart. he gently nuzzles your neck as he speaks, his breath hot against your skin. "i promise i'll take it slow. just tell me what feels nice.ā
HAECHAN remembered how he saw you struggle to just take off your clothes, how embarrassed you seemed, so he figured he'd take the opportunity to help. initially, he was gentle and supportive, telling you it was all right, and you could take your time. however, when you were underneath him, hiding your face with your arms and holding back your cute moans, oh boy, that's when he would get really devious. he'd force you to look at him and whisper dirty words in your ear, really making you squirm and, more important, he would make sure to tease you enough to make you beg.
ālook at me,ā he would say demanding. āiāll stop moving if you close your eyes again,ā as he says this, he's already thrusting into you in an agonizingly slow pace. it would be so much worse if he just stayed still.* ān-no, hyuck, p-please,ā you stutter out in a pleading tone as you open your eyes quickly and look at him. āplease what? i said you have to use your words, love,ā he leans close to nibble on your earlobe, making you shriver. he loved how responsive you were. āpleaseā¦ f-faster, iā¦ā you tried to move your hips to match his rhythm but his grip on your waist tightens, keeping you exactly where he wants you. "mmh, i'm listening,ā he nuzzle against your neck, patiently waiting for you. "i want to c-cum again, please, go h-harder,ā you say in a frustrated tone, burying your face in his neck to hide yourself. he was pleased with you words, his smirk widen and he feels his cock throb with excitement. he would let you hide this time. ācanāt deny it if my love asked so nicely.ā
seeing this side of you, the vulnerable and timid one, was something truly endearing to JAEMIN. āmy bold princess is feeling shy today?ā he asked, amusement tugging at the corners of his mouth as he pressed a light kiss to your quivering lips. āthereās no reason to be,ā he assured before placing another tender peck. gently coaxing your arms away from hiding your chest, he encourages you with another kiss, his thumb tracing lazy circles on cheek. āyouāre stunning, princess,ā his lips soon follow suit, moving down to your neck, leaving trails of kisses as he goes.
jaeminās breath is hot against your skin as he nuzzles further downwards, pausing at your collarbone. he flicks his tongue across the delicate flesh, the sensation makes goosebumps break out on your skin, causing you to shiver slightly. āyouāve got nothing to hide from me,ā his hands move to unclasp your bra, freeing your breasts completely. with a low groan, he finally takes one of your nipples into his mouth, suckling lightly.
CHENLE would be so confused. he was trying to make you feel good, but you were making things difficult. it wasn't because you didn't want it, so he was even more confused as to why you weren't letting yourself enjoy it. "baby, why are you doing that?" he asked with a puzzled look, raising an eyebrow as he saw you closing your legs. "stop closing your legs," he said, making you look away from him. ān-no, it's... i-it's embarrassing..." you mumbled, biting your lower lip. he let a small "oh" escape his lips when he realized what was happening.
"aw, are you feeling shy? you're so cute!" he said, letting a small sigh escape his mouth as he ran his hands gently up and down your thigh. the touch was comforting, his hands caressing the skin as he leaned in closer. "what about this? keep your eyes closed and let me take care of you, just relax,ā he kissed your thigh, his voice so gentle it made your heart flutter. the thought of just letting go and giving him control was enticing, so you nod and kept your eyes closed as he requested. with a wicked grin, he pushes your legs further apart, revealing your beautiful, swollen center. he takes a moment to appreciate the sight before leaning down to taste you, his tongue sliding effortlessly inside. you gasp and grab onto his shoulders, trying to steady yourself as he begins to explore every inch of you.
JENO had come to understand your behavior patterns, he knew that you would react just this way. you were always the type to talk too much and do less, specifically in regards to your flirting. you seemed to derive a lot of fun from sending suggestive texts, spicy pictures that didn't give too much away, raunchy voice messages and all. yet when it came time for the actual act, you seemed to always shy away from it. he had learned to read your subtleties, and this time he didn't let you ran away.
"aww, look at you now," he says, his voice low and teasing. "you were all fire and ice earlier, sending me those naughty texts and photos, making my imagination run wild." he leans in closer, his breath hot against your cheek. "but now that we're here, you're suddenly shy?" he held your chin to force you to meet his eyes. "what happened to the feisty little thing that had me on edge all day?" before you could try to say something back, he shut you up with a hard thrust, making you gasp. "you know, you really shoudn't start something you can't finish."
RENJUN knew you were naturally shy about physical contact, he wasn't surprised by your reluctance. in fact, he knew that you would be a little coy whenever the physical intimacy went up a level. he knew your shyness would make this a delicate process, so he decided to start things off gentle. "that's it, just spread your legs a bit more, darling," he asked softly in your ear, continuing to keep you in a gentle hug from behind. you could practically feel your heart beating out of your chest. you had asked him not to look at your face since you felt nervous, and he agreed. but he was lying, he just had to move his head a little to capture your expressions.
he starts gently caressing your inner thighs, sending shivers up your spine. he feels your pulse quickening and your breathing becoming more ragged, which makes him feel even more determined to give you pleasure. he continues to tease you, getting closer and closer to where you really need him to touch. he traces his fingers lightly over your wet panties, feelings your arousal seep through the fabric. he slowly pulls them aside and slips a finger inside you gently, pumping slowly as he watches your reactions. your breathing quickens and your moans get louder with each thrust, so he adds another finger, stretching you just enough to feel amazing. as he continues to move inside you, he presses his thumb against your clit, massaging it in slow circles. heās careful not to go too fast or hard knowing that anticipation can be just as satisfying as release.
1K notes
Ā·
View notes