#webtoon x reader

[angelltheninth]

May i request a jinwoo(solo lvling) smut drabble pls:D?

Yes! The anime adaptation is so good!

Pairing: Sung Jingwoo x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, rivals with benefits, banter, slight pining, competition, possessive sex

A/N: Excited to see him become the badass that I know and love.

RwB!Sung Jinwoo used to hate seeing you on the same dungeon as him, not exactly trying to steal his thunder but clearly enjoying tagging along to mess with him

RwB!Sung Jinwoo would tease you a lot when he'd clear more monsters then you but offer you a consolation prize in the form of a kiss, it used to be a joke between the two of you but as tensions grew so did the realization of that offer until you found yourself on the receiving end of it

RwB!Sung Jinwoo treats it as a somewhat friendly competition to see who can make who finish first, he's not very confidant, he doesn't have much experience himself but he enjoys the cocky then flustered look on your face

RwB!Sung Jinwoo avoids kissing you when you have sex to minimize the chances of any more romantic attachments forming, you only hang out when you go to clear dungeons and when you have sex

RwB!Sung Jinwoo respects your abilities yet refuses to admit defeat easily, always striving to be better and faster, to prove to everyone that he's not the loser he once was and when he feels especially down he turns to you and under the guise of your benefits wants to not think about his worries for a while

RwB!Sung Jinwoo is a very passionate and giving lover despite your differences and bickering, when he does something he does it well and that incudes you

RwB!Sung Jinwoo always makes sure you finish, it doesn't matter who does it first but you have noticed his orgasms are a lot stronger after he makes you come, even if his dick wasn't inside you at the time

RwB!Sung Jinwoo is careful not to hurt you further in case you got injured and keeps his pace slow and even until you start riding his cock harder because how dare he think his cock can break you when a demon couldn't

RwB!Sung Jinwoo doesn't mind you seeing other people but absolutely does not want to know anything in detail, he will always fuck you harder if he notices you talking to someone that you're even a bit flirty with

RwB!Sung Jinwoo always leaves first and clears a few more demons before going home because that's the only way he can deal with, ignore and push down these feelings he's been getting whenever he sees you

[narcissistshandler]

Hello! Can you make a Joker(windbreaker)X top male reader? Where the reader becomes jealous because Joker is always with Wooin and pays little attention to him and as a form of punishment he fucks Joker and makes him cum several times. Please!

𝗠𝗬 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗧𝗬

pairing. joker x male reader

warnings. sub!bottom joker, top!dom! reader, amab!reader, anal fingering, overstimulation, anal sex, jealous!reader

a/n. hope you like it ♡

From the beginning, you knew you weren't Joker's number one priority. There was a list with several names and even though yours was in a high position, you weren't in first place and despite accepting that he had his brothers to take care of, you absolutely couldn't bear that Wooin was apparently more important than you.

The motherfucker.

If you could, you would have long since cut off the relationship between the two, but Joker wasn't willing to talk about that, that wasn't a viable discussion. And Wooin, how amused he was knowing that not only did you not like him, but you were jealous of him and he reveled in that fact. At this point, only Joker seemed oblivious to the tension between you and Wooin.

But fuck Wooin, he couldn't have Joker and he couldn't have him like only you could, sprawled out on the bed that seemed small beneath his stature, his feet right on the edge and his head reaching the headboard. Completely naked, for your eyes only, sweat forming on the muscles of his stomach.

"One more?" you asked, tone slightly breathless just from watching Joker like this, supple, relaxed and submissive in your hands. His legs were spread around you, draped over your knees, and you watched in pure delight as his well-worked muscles bounced as your three fingers plunged into his red hole, which tightened and made a wet sound in response.

Delicious.

Joker turned his face into the wet pillow, avoiding eye contact, the messy silver locks falling over his dark eyes helping to shadow his expression of pleasure. "Uh- yes," he said, his low, husky voice eliciting a twitch from your cock. Who knew Joker could be so shy in bed? But shyness had never stopped him from surrender completely to your desires.

Everything Wooin said was ridiculous, but he wasn't completely wrong when he said that you were completely in love with Joker. The slightest thing about Joker used to make you crazy and almost instantly hard — which wasn't much fun when in public.

Your fingers spread inside him, stretching his insides, that cock lying beautifully on his stomach and over the wet puddle that grew every minute, contracted, expelling even more fluid. Sweat and semen accumulated from all the previous two orgasms.

"Of course you would say yes. You'll be able to handle as many orgasms as I want to get out of you, right, love?" you asked, sounding amused and Joker made a sound in response that might have been a laugh or a grunt, but that was immediately cut off when your digits curved and hit his prostate. "Look at you, so eager to be good."

His lower body left the bed, teeth pressing together to stifle the sounds that wanted to come out as without mercy, you attacked his swollen prostate, again, again and again. The liquid that had collected like a puddle on his torso quickly ran down his sides, dripping onto the bed. Free hand on the curve of his hip, you tried to keep him still, but Joker was stronger than you even with the tension coursing through each of his muscles and you could only watch as the violent pleasure passed like a shock through him; the bed beneath you creaking with his struggles, threatening to break.

Joker's cock jumped, strong legs twitching, feet digging into the mattress as he worked both against and away from your fingers. Obeying your desire to make him cum until nothing else came out even though sensitivity attacked all his senses. He would let you mistreat him without a word against it and today you would take advantage of it.

"You're so fucking hot," You said, watching pre-cum drip like water from the red tip of his member, "Don't hold back, I want to see you cum for me again."

Joker grunted, fingers turning white where he gripped the pillow and sheets, "Ah, f-fuck." His legs tightened around you, tensing so hard it must have hurt, his hole clenched sensually around your fingers and with a snap, he obeyed and spilled once more onto his own stomach, a tremor shaking his entire body. Small gasps and grunts left Joker's mouth, his toes curling as his cock struggled to spill something.

"[name], oh, I d-don't think I can-"

It was cute how he didn't ask or order you to stop, but instead merely tried to convince you. Adorable really, but it only made you want to ruin him even more. Maybe then, he would remember who he belonged to and maybe then, he would listen to you when you told him to keep his distance from Wooin.

"You can," you cut him off, slowly easing your fingers out of him through the contractions of his core. "See you're still hard as a rock. Don't give up on me now, I'm not done with you yet."

Joker merely nodded in weak agreement, the aftershocks of orgasm passing through him and his cock visibly twitching as it failed to expel any liquid other than the small amount that now dripped from his belly button.

Your eyes ran through him, watching the tension and residual pleasure dance across his firm muscles, the hole struggling to close around nothing, lubricant leaking from him. You were once again reminded of your own cock, painfully hard between your legs.

A ring then sounded from the nightstand and Joker immediately stirred, trying to sit up to reach his cell phone. You pushed him back, making him lie down.

"Did I say you could get up?" Joker looked from you to the nightstand and then shook his head. "Well then, lie down, I’ll see who’s calling," you said, briefly pushing your need to the side in favor of reaching for the cell phone, knowing it could be an emergency.

"[name]," Joker has rushed, discontentedly lying naked and with his legs tensed around your hips. "Who is it?"

You turned his phone so you could see the screen and the ringing seemed to become even more unbearable when you read the name of the contact who was calling. Wooin.

"Who is it?"

"No one important. Spam," you replied through gritted teeth, quickly declining the call before Joker could ask to see for himself and putting the phone back.

You repositioned yourself between his legs, feeling anger stir in your chest as you aligned the head of your cock against Joker's smooth hole and with one push, sank inside. Joker's eyes rolled back into his skull, one hand shooting out to grab your arm in an attempt to anchor himself, to hold on to something, anything. But it was a vain attempt.

Damn Wooin, you thought, teeth clenched, fingers and nails digging into Joker's lean hips to keep him still as you fucked him, hard and deep and brutal. You knew that if you told Joker that it was Wooin calling, he would definitely want to answer, if Wooin called him somewhere, he would immediately go. It could be a temporary resolution, which would only work today, but whatever, later you would remind Wooin that he didn't own Joker and today you would remind Joker who did.

Joker's sweet hole convulsed around your cock, the wet glide allowing each intense thrust to be smooth and slick. After the long hour you spent working your fingers inside him, the friction and stretching was practically nil, it was easy to ravage his hole like that. As always, his body surrendered under your attention, his cock pathetically verging on a semi-hard state, wet like a woman, twitching non-stop but not splashing anything.

Underneath the blood rushing through your ears you heard your cell phone start ringing again. Joker opened his mouth, attention shifting to the source of the sound, but you cut him off before anything was even said:

"Touch your dick."

He was still looking at the nightstand, but seeming like a purely instinctive reaction his hand left the pillow and reached for his cock, the sensitivity making him hiss through his teeth, ass clenching like a glove around you. Still, he pulled his overstimulated member through slow, tight pulls, stopping himself from going limp, without questioning even as his entire body contracted, trying to shrink and escape the stimulation.

"I don't... I don't think I can c-cum anymore," he said, those black eyes finally shifting to meet yours. Sweat stuck to his hair, a trail of drool running down his scarred chin.

"No? Now come on, if you can still talk you can still cum, am I right?" you asked through gritted teeth, each word dripping with venom as you continued to move, slamming into him hard enough that each time your crotch met his ass, the painful shock of impact went through you.

Joker just nodded in response, vertebrae flexing around his length. Seeming to notice that you weren't going to let him go anytime soon, this time he spared his words, he didn't even beg or ask for mercy, he would let you go as far as you wanted, you both knew. Fuck his ass raw? Stimulate his dick until he couldn't even get hard again? You could, always, he was yours.

You grabbed his thighs and pushed them towards his chest, moving him into a position where you could reach deeper and fuck Joker until he forgot how to talk.

"Ugh- ah, [n-name]," Joker whimpers, softly, teeth sunk into his thin lower lip.

You lean in to take his mouth for a kiss, forcing his legs even more, whether it hurts or not he doesn't say, he just parts his lips for you and looks at you with those normally cold eyes, now full of unshed tears. Your amused laugh fades when your mouth connects with his, feeling his hand working on his cock rubbing against your stomach.

The muscles grow hard beneath your fingers and tension runs through Joker's entire body as the new position makes your dick briefly touch his prostate and a new wave of tremors shakes his bones. Contained and silent sounds leave his mouth and invade yours, hoarse moans dying in his throat as another orgasm passes through him, heated and brief, like a warm-up for what would follow.

Your tongue flicked against his, saliva mixing. You didn't even notice the sound of the wood giving way and creaking, not until the thud sounded and the bed gave way under the violence of your blows. Joker pulled his mouth away from yours with a surprised exclamation at the same time the legs of the bed buckled and the structure fell.

"The bed broke."

"It's okay, leave it alone, I'm not done with you yet." The bed didn't matter, what mattered was fucking Joker to the point of exhaustion and just like that, your hips shot up, back inside the cozy heat of those sweet tight walls.

The incessant sound of the cell phone ringing occasionally faded under the sound of bodies meeting and creaking wood. Joker coming apart beneath you like the submissive puppy he was, a vision that only belonged to your eyes.

[waayfo]

너라는 집으로 지금 다시 way back home (Now way back home to the house called you)

Dokja has experienced various deaths and encounters with different endings; a sad, touching or happy ending. He also witnessed the cries of his companies when he died. Which of course, is heartbreaking.

But of all the deaths he has experienced, he hates it the most when he has to see you waiting for him to return. To be back home, by your side, in your arms.

Now here he was, standing in front of the place he called home. Meanwhile the blood coming out of his mouth never stopped, and slowly he couldn't feel his body anymore. (Even though he experienced that many times) Pathetic, that's what he thought about himself.

But that's not what's important right now. Right now he wants to go back to you, to see your happy smile when you see him again. To feel the warmth of home once again, to feel the feeling of being worried once again.

His shaking hand turned the doorknob. Hope to meet you behind that door.

And just as he wanted, you are behind that door. He smiled a little when he saw your face. Maybe this is the gift he got after fighting all this time, to see your face again.

At first you walked because you heard the sound of the doorknob, but in the end you fell silent because you saw him. More precisely, looking at his current condition.

"Dokja!" You shouted his name, and dokja faints in your arms. His consciousness is lost and dokja knows that you will always take care of him at all times like this.

In the end, dokja will always find his way back home, which is you.

a/n : hiii! sorry for being inactive for a while. i was surprised when i got a lot of messages in my inbox, and i will try to quickly finish some of the fanfics you want. i'm not too proud of this but yeah, i hope you like it . have a great day!!!!!! ♡⁠(⁠˃͈⁠ ⁠દ⁠ ⁠˂͈⁠ ⁠༶⁠ ⁠)

[day-yonniee]

“Remember, this is who you’re being mean to. If you even care…”

A picture of a hamster with a pink bow was shown to him while you gave him a pouty look from behind your phone. A cute glare on your face as you tried making him feel bad for saying no to your demands. It was completely obvious that you didn’t like his answer and wanted him to feel like a horrible criminal for it.

A small sigh escaped his lips, a tired look on his face as he watched you pout around beside him. Letting out little ‘hmph’s and huffs at him, completely displeased by him. Acting like he just insulted your whole family.

“Baby…”

He groan, running his hands down his face. Already feeling himself get fed up with you and your foolery.

“It’s 3 in the morning, I’m not driving you to McDonalds…”

Owen Knight, Vinny Hong, Minu Yoon, Monster, Wooin. Mahon Jo, Kazuma (Or any of your fav WB Characters)

[rathesy]

Trying different medias

Instagram tests

The posts has actual captions ;)

*Don't have actual dates or time lmao

[kazvha]

Kayden and Kartein (separate) husband headcanons please

Kayden:

• Kayden didn't want to make a big deal out of your marriage, so you had a small and quick ceremony with your closest family members and friends

• The fact that you're married doesn't change anything, he's still your good old Kayden

• Whenever he has the opportunity to brag about you, he will do it. "What a coincidence, [Name] my spouse, thinks that too."

• So, what do you think about being a cat? I think Kayden would definitely teach you how to become a cat to sleep with you in the sun together

• Kayden doing push-ups while you're sitting comfortably on his back and you're scrolling on your phone

• He would come up behind you and put his chin on top of your head or on your shoulder while you're cooking something

• But he will help you with the cooking on most days. When he's too lazy though, he will just eat cat food and he will convince you to eat it too😭

• When he meets people who are important to you for the first time, he cleans himself up to make a good impression. Like tying up his bun properly and buttoning up his shirt (like he did when he met Jiwoo's mom)

• Kayden is traveling a lot to fight people and he's always asking you if you want to go with him

• If you're accompanying him, he makes sure that you also get to enjoy the location you're staying at instead of just watching him smack random people

Kartein:

• Your wedding ring would be a dainty one and Kartein never takes it off, even when he's working

• Gets mad whenever you get hurt in some way and scolds you to take better care of yourself.

• He even does it when it's just a papercut😭 "Why are being so careless? Do you know how fast this wound could get infected???" Bro would be all up in your face

• He loves matching outfits or at least matching accessories. Since his color scheme is usually white, he loves it when you're wearing bright pieces. That way, everybody can see that you two belong together

• He allows you to help him apply his red lip tint. Which is actually hard to do because that maniac won't stop staring at you

• Whenever you're at Jiwoo's, you help Kartein with the chores like cleaning the cat poop because of ✨️loyalty even in suffering✨️

[inzsanewrites]

Hey there, I read your 'introverted s/o' reaction of solo leveling, and it made me think what would yandere Jinwoo be like with same s/o, can you make that reaction too? It's okay if you don't write yanderes, anyway take care <3

Yandere Sung Jin-Woo

The best personality you can have in his eyes

He can keep you to himself with the least amount of effort as possible as your quietness and unwillingness to be around people in general

So when he casually sweeps you away in the shadows, no one says a word about to you disappearance

Although it does strike a bit of a problem when he’s attempting to communicate with you in anyway and you bolt to your (his) room.

He’s willing to give you a bit of space to adjust to your new surroundings and new “boyfriend” but should an attempt to escape be made, his demeanor will quickly turn cold as he forces you in his embrace to speak to him about anything

(He just wants to hear your voice)

From that point on you can either force 1000% percent of yourself to try to at least acknowledge the Shadow Monarch or have him everywhere all the time invading your very existence 25/8

Now he’s not one to use violence on you but he’s not above dragging you from your hiding place and restraining you in the circle of his arms when he’s in need of some affection

It doesn’t even matter from that point on if you continue your attempts he can get you in a nanosecond and your personality very much hinders you from seeking help from an average person, even more so a police officer or even a hunter if you ever managed to

When he appears in front of you wrapped in the darkness, do expect to be to be trapped in a room full of raging alcoholic young adults who have no concept of a personal bubble is

If you do try to open up to him though and reveal your more comfy personality with him he’s much softer with you and more doting at that and willing to give you more freedom (heavily supervised freedom)

You want something? Ask him or the shadows (Bellion or Beru most likely) and you’ll have it shortly

Want to go on a walk? Sure but make sure no one sees you, take a legion of shadows with you and be back in 10 minutes

However let it be known that ever since Jin-Woo laid eyes on you beautiful figure for the first time as the weakest hunter in the world, he’s been prepared to do anything to keep you by his side

And I mean ANYTHING

Especially now that he has the power to do it

A/N: Sorry this took a bit as I’ve never written any yandere content before ( ◕‿‿◕ )

[k0rii]

𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬

𝑺-𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 | Hwajin seem to be unbothered whenever you go to work wearing sexy dresses. Hell, he had seen one sexier than this, but in his defense, that’s because you were going to work, it’s all just business, but everything changes when you try to go to a club at like two in the morning.

𝑵-𝒐𝒕𝒆 | I'm alive guys..that's it. Hopefully this can make up for being absent for a very long time...

𝑾-𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 | A lot of sexy shit. Was to lazy to write warnings sooo.

You spun around in front of the mirror in your room, glancing over your shoulder to check on the back of the dress. You’ve put on a black slit dress, satin silk wrapped around your body, showing a good shape of your curve.

Tonight is not actually your work hour at Shangri-La, but you’re going anyway, just to destress your mind for a moment. A few drinks with your fellow stripper friends, and maybe you could hook up with some rich, hot older men.

By the time you’re done with the light make up, you heard someone inserting code to the apartment’s door. Your assumption is Hwajin, since your younger brother is fast asleep at two in the morning in his room.

Long story short, he shared his apartment with you and your younger brother out of Kangseok’s order for the sake of your safety and the arrangement of your Pops, not that he complained.

The sexual tension between Hwajin and you have always been so obvious but neither of you willing to act upon it. Considering the both of you have a little struggle with your pasts, him with his dead fiance, and you with your dead older brother that’s annoyingly quite similar to him.

Grabbing your purse, you leave your own room, ready to go. And you find him walking into the bathroom, with nothing but only a gray jogger; you swear you could see sweats running down his broad back; decorated with various scars, not to mention that he put his hair in a man bun.

You unconsciously gulped down before clearing your throat, walking closer to the bathroom’s door watching him where he drank a mineral water, some of it spilled down across his neck, adam’s apple bobbed up and down.

Blood rushed to your heart watching the tantalizing view.

“You went to the gym at two in the morning?” You raised a brow with a teasing tone. “Who does that?”

He’s not answering you until he finishes a bottle and throws it off to the trash can, only then he confirms, “I do.”

You snorted at his confident tone, “Weirdo.”

“Says the one eating ice cream with a fuck ton of sugar.” He mused, lifting the corner of his lips. He focuses on preparing a razor blade, to shave his stubble.

“At least I don’t need to disciplined a fuck ton of pikachus.” Refuse to back down, you snap back at him.

“At least I don’t need to fuck around with a bunch of old geezers.” He snickered with the same energy.

You pondered, “I sensed jealousy.”

He scoffed, finally looked up from his razor and met your gaze. Another witty remark is on the tip of his tongue, but his eyes decide to take a look at you, making him freeze in the process.

The dress. The fucking black, thin, satin dress. Wrapped perfectly on your curves, the slit on the left side showing your smooth thigh, breast pushed up, red lips and red eyes shone with alluring aura.

Blood rushed to his heart watching the tantalizing view.

Hwajin raised a brow when he finally met with your eyes again, he wondered, “Last time I checked, today’s not your workday.”

“Who said I was going to work?” You tilted your head, crossing your hands on your chest.

“You’re going to the club at two in the morning? When everyone’s going home?” He sneered, charcoal eyes flickered. “Who does that?”

You snorted through your nose, pointing at yourself, “This crazy bitch does. Shangri-La never sleeps.”

Hwajin turned to face you fully, his whole body now perfectly on your display, as he sauntered towards you at the bathroom’s door, his broad and tall figure looming over you in a second.

“No, you don’t.” He stated, warm breath fanning your forehead.

A scowl immediately appeared on your face as you heard his demanding voice, you looked up at him and argued, “Yes I do, I’m going. I can do whatever the hell I want.”

“And I won’t let you go anywhere, not like this,” He eyed you up and down, “Go change, and you may go.”

“What are you, my dad?”

“I could be. Because you live under my roof, by my rules.”

“What rules? Me submitting to your possessive ass?”

“If that’s what you get from my statement, then so be it.”

More scoff coming from you, eyes peering over his charcoal ones, with disbelief, “You’re being unbelievably unreasonable.”

Hwajin seem to be unbothered whenever you go to work wearing sexy dresses. Hell, he had seen one sexier than this, but in his defense, that’s because you were going to work, it’s all just business.

But now is different, you’re actually just going to the club. That’s enough to make him a bit unsettled with your decision.

“I am being unreasonable because?” Hwajin tilted his head, challenging you.

“It’s only your nature,” You gaze up at him with your only last gut, despite fear start to gather inside your mind, “You’re a nosey fucker.”

He finally snapped.

With one swift action, he grabbed your jaw with only one hand, yanking you inside the bathroom, only for you to be pushed against the cold wall beside the sink.

You swallow a little grunt in the back of your throat. Watching him clenching his sharp jaws, drawing his face closer to yours, heavy breath against your lips.

“Say that again.” He pressed between his teeth, eyes never leaving yours. “Say that again, I dare you.”

His sudden roaring voice gets your knees weak, you didn’t believe your voice wouldn’t stutter if you open your mouth, so you choose to be silent.

“Thought so.” He retorted, filling your silence. Hwajin let go of your face. “Now go change.”

As stubborn as ever, you shake your head. “No.”

“No?” His eyebrows are raising. “Should I rip that dress off of you, then?”

“Is that a threat?” You finally got your voice back without deceiving.

Hwajin gulped down hard, eyes darkened, he pinched your chin with his index and thumb, “It is, if you don’t shut up.”

“Make me.”

“I’m sure you can beg better than that.”

Blood was all over your face when he said that very sentence with his deep voice, right beside your ear.

“Well?” Hwajin is back looming over your face. “Are you going to be a goodgirl and listen to me?”

Once again, you shake your head, disclosed, “This dress, or not at all.”

“Fucking minx.” He hoarse. “You’re gonna be so satisfying to tame.”

He crashed his lips against yours, it didn’t take long for you to submit to him eventually. Your head is getting dizzy, his kiss getting deep. His hands gripped your waist while yours traveled all over his naked chest.

One of his free hands reaches your jaw, leading you to tilt your head, giving him more access to slip his tongue into your mouth, muffling your moan with his.

When his hands move to caress your back, you automatically press your chest against his, making him groan when he feels your breast grazing his naked chest.

Hwajin grabs your thighs, lifting you up with ease, wrapping your legs around him as he takes you off of the wall and sits you beside the sink.

You take a sharp breath when his rough palm kneads your breast. And his eyes widen when he can feel your nipple harden behind the thin silk.

“No bra?” He whispered against your lips, eyes glistening with lust. “You’re really enjoying yourself being a slut, huh?”

You gripped his shoulder and spoke, “Oh? You’re being unreasonable because I’m not your slut, is that what it is?”

“Don’t force me to ruin this pretty face of yours, doll.” His knuckles glide harshly on your cheek.

“Why not? You seem hellbent about me being a minx. If you want to ruin me, ruin me.” You whispered back with the most alluring voice.

Hwajin smirked, fingers dancing around your neck. “You bark a lot, you little whore. Wanna see how hard I can bite?”

Before you have time to answer, he grabs the front of your dress and tears it off, exposing your naked body before his eyes. You gasped.

“Hands on the sink.” He commanded, seeing you trying to cover your breast with your arm. “We don’t have to tie you up, do we?”

You shake your head and keep your hands on the edge of the sink, letting him drink up your glory naked curve.

Hwajin did the same with your thin lace, throwing them to the floor.

You hold your breath feeling the sudden contact of his finger on your wet labia, one of your hands automatically grip his bicep that rests on the sink.

“Already?” He mocked, licking his lips. “I haven’t even touched you.”

His thumb pressed your clit while he inserted two fingers inside you, making you lock his wrist between your thighs, but you still held out your moan, biting your lower lips to prevent it. He starts with a slow pace, moving his finger in and out.

Hwajin leaned down to give your lips a quick peck, he continued to kiss down your jaw, and neck. It didn’t take long before he found your sweet spot that made you jerk up your hips and groan.

“There it goes,” He laughed shortly in triumph, watching you writhing under his touch, groaning in pleasure.

He inserted the third, picking up the pace, thumb circling your clit. Your head is spinning, to the point you’re almost a moaning mess, fingers scratch his shoulder, neck full of burning red marks.

“Mhm, fuck—!” You cursed, feeling the knot on your stomach. “I’m close.”

Hwajin immediately pulled out his fingers, leaving you high and dry with the sudden loss of contact, your pussy gripped on nothing.

“Fucking hell, you freak, old man!” You protested.

“Aren’t you an angry little one?” He darkly laughed, taking his place between your thighs, “Be grateful that was your punishment.”

“I swear to God—!”

“He’s not here, but I am. So you better start begging to me.”

For a split second you contemplate your pride, but lust quickly takes over, your mind’s foggy, the only thing that’s clear in your head is Hwajin. Caging you between his rippled arms.

Out of frustration, you circle your legs around his waist, leading him to be closer to you, grinding yourself against his clothed cock, hard and twitching behind his gray jogger. He gripped your hips to stop you from moving.

“Badgirls don’t get my cock,” He breathed, leaning against your ear, “Be good and beg.”

With a fainted breath you plead, “Please—!”

“Please what?” He drew back from you and you panicked, but he let you hold his arm. He was going to free his cock, his jogger getting tight.

“Please, please, ruin me,” You raved, arms around his neck, wet pussy practically dripping, “Fuck me up, use me all you want, sir.”

Hwajin shrugged down his jogger, pulsing cock slap your thigh, he pushed back his loose hair before leaning down to kiss you hard.

“Since you asked so nicely,” He disclosed, leading his dick inside your warm opening. The both of you grunting here and there even when it’s only half of his dick going inside.

Your breath uncontrolled, trying so hard to take his cock in, it was the biggest you’ve ever seen, the girth and veins and all, so perfect to the point you rolled your eyes to the back of your head.

“Hwajin!” You yelped when he inserted more inches.

“Atta girl,” He praised, a smirk plastered on his face, “Screamed it.”

You writhed, hips curled up, breast grazing his chest, the feeling of his hard cock stroking your walls is dizzying, “Hwajin, sir—!”

His cock twitched, his breath hitched, “Fuck—I’m here, doll.”

He cursed under his breath when your wall gripped his dick with a vice grip, sucking him in further. He started with a painfully slow stroke, leaving you a moaning mess, trying to fuck yourself on his dick.

“That’s it,” His heavy breath feels warm against your neck as he nibbles on your skin, “Just like that, you’re doing so good for me.”

Despite the fact that you enjoyed his lovely affection, you don’t exactly want it to be like that. So you give him a push.

“Don’t go easy on me now, tiger.” You taunted, kissing his jaw, his stubbles tickling your smooth skin.

He snorted, cupping your jaw with one hand, “Big words come from a little girl.”

Hwajin pulled out and flipped you over so your back against his chest, one of his hands sneaked under your arm, gripping your neck so you’d look up at yourself in front of the mirror.

The way his bigger posture looming over you, his gaze ever so sharp met against yours through the mirror, as he kissed your nape and shoulder. His free hand runs down your spine, making your back bent under his delicate touch.

“Count.” He dictated, when he rested his rough palm on your ass.

One hard slap against your ass cheek and you groan in pain, but still manage to spell out, “One—!”

One more, sharper.

“Two!”

Another one, harder.

“Three—fuck!”

Hwajin is a powerful man. He knew every spank he gave you was harder than any average man would do. That’s because he knew you could take it. You’re stronger than most, he didn’t hesitate to take his anger out on you.

You continued to count until ten, both your ass cheeks now burning red, his hand print made him proud of it.

“If only I had known from the start, that all it takes for you to shut up is fucking the attitude out of you, I would’ve done this sooner.” He sneered, glancing at your panting state through the mirror.

His cock twitching up watching your red cheeks, sweat glistening to your chest, “You know you look prettier when you choked on my hand, pretty doll.”

You hummed and pushed back your ass, bumping his cock in the process, hurrying him to get inside you. “Please, sir.”

“Tell me what you want, I will grant it.” He crashed his chest against your back. “Remember, you only have to beg.”

“I want it—” You stuttered when he distracted you by grazing his cock on your wet labia. “—Mhmm, fuck. Wanna cum on your cock, sir.”

The devilish smile appeared on Hwajin’s face, “Greedy, greedy girl.”

He’s back grabbing your hips, re-entering you from behind. A long moan coming out of you when he thrust all the way in. Not wanting to hold himself back, he set a rapid pace pounding your walls.

You don’t find anything to gripped except clawing the mirror in front of you, watching yourself so lewd when you get fucked. The slaps sound echoing around the bathroom.

Hwajin’s hand back gripping your neck from behind, his eyes locked into yours, heavy breath against your neck as he grunted, “You’re my slut. Only mine.”

“I—Mhmm, ‘m yours.” You mumbled, shutting your eyes for a moment when he glided down to get a hold of your breast, jiggling on his palm as he furiously thrusted in and out of you.

He rambled out praise for you while you’re just whining in pleasure, feeling his dick stroke your walls just right, sliding in and out, his breath raged on your neck, broad sweaty chest grazing your back.

“It’s getting bigger.” You groaned, feeling his cock stretching you more and more.

His ego boosted, Hwajin fumed with a deep hoarse voice, “It’s yours.”

You respond with a tighter grip around his cock.

“Thank me.” He mused with dignity.

You moaned, “Thank you, sir.”

“Fuckin’ hell, I can’t—” He gritted his teeth, lean back to grab your hair and pulled it while his other hand pressed down the edge of your back, “I can’t get enough of you.”

“Too—fuck, too rough, Hwajin, sir, please—!” You whined, pleasure coming from every part of your body.

“Am I now?” He teased, picking up his face, “You deserved it anyway. C’mon, this is what you begged me for, so take it. Take it like a goodgirl you are.”

“Oh—please!”

One hard thrust and you finally come, he rewarded you with a quick peck on your shoulder. He let go of your hair, your half body collapse on the sink while he fuck you through your orgasm to chase his own.

He jerked up and emptied himself inside you, along with a few curses under his breath, hands still gripping your waist tightly.

A few minutes passed, the both of you coming down from your high. He pulled out of you, cum dripping down to your thighs. He turned you around to face him, face flushed and glowed with sweats.

“You alright?” Hwajin asked, giving you a sweet kiss.

You mumbled against his mouth, “Never better.”

He looked around, finding your ruined dress and lace on the floor, “I’ll buy you a new one.”

“Yeah?” You chuckled, wrapping your arm around his neck, kissing the corner of his lips.

“Yeah.” He grabbed your ass, pushing you toward him, leaning into your touch. “Jump, let’s get your sweaty ass a bath.”

You giggled and slapped his shoulder, “You stink too, fugly old man!”

“You like that I’m an old man, really.”

“Unfortunately I do. So, could I be yours to claim?”

“Without question, pretty doll.”

[gojosatoruwifey]

ㅡlove me in this and the next

📜🖋️🎀SUPPORT MY KO-FI🎀🖋️📜

the reflection in the mirror bears your resemblance. you wipe off the excess stain of lipstick, gingerly watching the red shade follow the shape of your lip, and then, in a moment of notice, your eyes catch the sight of a beauty mark on your jaw.

behind you, there’s the rustling clothes.

a pair of arms embraced your waist as you sit idly in the messy sea of blankets in your lover’s room, the young man’s soft exhales can be mistaken he's sleeping yet chung myung, with all of his morning wake, sit up properly. his face pressing to your hips seconds ago is now buried in your neck, his long eyelashes tickling your skin there, as you watch him in silent adoration.

“have you heard of the saying ‘beauty marks are the places your lover in the past life kissed the most’?” your whispered voice almost lulling him to sleep. using the mirror to see him better, you moved to angle it.

chung myung leaned forward to kiss your jaw. “tell me more about it.”

“there’s nothing much about it,” you brush his hair with your fingers once he tries to sleep on your shoulder. “if that is true, i think you and my past lover share a similarity.”

you can’t see the twinkle in his half-lidded eyes. chung myung tilted his head to the side while one of his hands slipped into your thin robes, playing with your flesh — caressing and light pinches. your eyes met his and you think the expression on his face is telling you i-know-something-that-you-don’t.

“is that so? that’s good then. it means in the next life, you’ll born with this mark reminding you of me again.”

[21aurora]

Obsession | dreaming freedom

( siyun baek x reader )

Notes : obsession, violence, blood

My beloved siyun and I went out for a date. We went to the cinema. He was holding my hand as if I was going to run away from him. I do not deny that I love his interest and his obsession with me a bit. I understand what he went through and that I am now all he has. I am his lover, his best friend, his family and everything.

He wasn't watching the movie, but he was watching me while I was enjoying the movie, smiling at me as if he was looking at the only thing that gave him life. As if his favorite hobby is observing my features. It went like this for two hours. Until the movie ended. Then we decided to go to the mall. We decided to walk, as long as the distance was not too far, he put his hand around me to make sure you were close enough to him, we reached the mall and ordered iced coffee from Starbucks, and we decided to take a walk The mall was crowded today, Sion seemed annoyed because he hates crowding, but I tried to make him enjoy the day and flirted with him to improve his mood, and of course he smiled at me. how much I love to see him smile.

About ten minutes passed while we were trying to get out of the mall to go home, until a guy bumped into me to the point where I took a step back from the crash. Of course, all of this was because of the crowd. The guy apologized and I accepted the apology, but siyun had another opinion. Immediately, siyun punched the young man, and he was not satisfied with this only, but he knocked him to the ground and punched him I could barely pull siyun off the young man with difficulty, and he just cursed at the young man who was on the ground right now with his face covered in blood.

I have never seen siyun like this before, I know he loves me but this is no longer normal, we went home and I didn't say a word, I entered the room and locked myself from the inside, siyun was outside, trying to open the door to the room. He banged on the door hysterically. I heard his voice from outside "y/n please open the door " "y/n please I'm sorry I just couldn't see anyone dare touch you." " y/n please I'm sorry, I don't know what happened to me " I didn't answer. just sit on the bed afraid of everything, how did he reach this point of not being able to control his nerves to the point of hurting someone.

Until I heard the sound of things breaking, I got up and opened the door quickly, to find siyun on the ground crying, his hand bleeding, and the hall in a state of chaos. I rushed to him. I helped him get up and healed his wound, but he did not Care, and he hugged me tightly crying and I hugged him too. "Y/n I'm sorry I didn't mean all this I swear I don't even dare think of hurting your feelings I can't even imagine breathing without you I love you more than myself" he said crying.I patted on his the back, "I love you too, more than anything ، Don't worry, I'm here with you, we can handle everything."

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Note : hi it's my first time write fanfic hope you like it ^^ , give me your opinion, ideas and requests , hope you enjoy it :)

[egoistars]

PERFECT NONSENSE

baek dohwa / fem!reader smau

SYNOPSIS: ever since your friend su-ae befriended baek dohwa, a painful ringing filled your ears in the form of a tall, blond-haired high schooler's bothersome attitude. but you had to admit, it sure is fun keeping him around (he is your dog).

name + friends || testosterone trio

1. looksmaxxing

2. su-ae and her dogs

... more to be added

taglist open! @thedeadbitchwalking @omlxlaure @wr1othesleys @itzmeme @bgomtori

started: dec 14, 2023

end:

[angelltheninth]

Sung Jinwoo Loving to Be Praised

Pairing: Sung Jinwoo x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, nsfw, smut, praise kink, finishing too fast, creampie, kissing, cum eating, overstimulation, affirmation, cunnilingus

A/N: Loving the anime of this so far! God I'm so glad more people are getting into it.

You've noticed how his face lights up immediately when you tell him he's skilled, or that his skills have grown. Jinwoo never had people telling him he's doing a good job or making someone proud like this and coming from his girlfriend it really means the world to him. He used to hide his face when he'd get praised but no more, now he's more then happy to let you know you're making him happy.

When he would look away you'd always follow him and take his hands down. While you can see he's avoiding eye contact you know that one kiss is all it takes to make Jinwoo look your way. His predictable nature makes him seriously cute for someone who got this damn strong and popular.

Although Jinwoo can flirt with you he gets disarmed immediately when you flirt by complimenting him. This is why he doesn't do this in front of others. He has an image to uphold and it took him way too long to get it. He's not about to let everyone know that he's actually an easily flustered softie.

Jinwoo kisses you to shut you up when your affirmations get to be too much for his heart to handle. It's one of the only ways he knows work on you for sure. Well he could do other things too, if you're really persistent but he is still on the shier side of those. He'll get past it eventually. For now kisses will have to do, and it's a win for both of you really so he can't complain much now.

He spends some time trying to find ways to fluster you back when you're alone. Jingwoo loses everything he thought he learned when you say you know how hard he's been working and you want to give him a bit of a reward for all his hard work. What did he even try to do? He doesn't know because you're naked right now.

Jingwoo never had sex before he started dating you. He got dates, kisses but not sex. So he's always doing him damn best to make sure you're having a good time. He's inexperienced but more attentive to your pussy then anyone you've ever been with. Like he's fully drunk on your taste he doesn't move away until you come all over his face while telling, no screaming about how good his tongue feels.

He finishes early when you praise him which is why he does like it but he asks you to tone it down while he's fucking you. Jingwoo wants to make sex with you last as long as possible so save your praise for after it's over please and thank you. You don't of course, besides you can make him hard again, easily.

Every time you praise Jingwoo he moans involuntarily. It's such a weakness for him and will get him hard really fast even if he just came. All it takes is a few minutes of stroking his cock and telling him how good it feels to have his cum dripping from your pussy and he's ready to go again.

Jingwoo will gladly eat his cum out of your pussy, he's not picky about the position but if he really had to choose he loves you sitting on his face. That way you're only making a mess of him and not the sheets. And you can look him in the eyes while moaning about how his tongue fucks your dripping hole.

When Jingwoo feels overwhelmed and overstimulated by you he will use his strength to keep you still. You can still praise him but words alone won't get him off. Might keep him hard but you have to put in much more work if you want him to come. He'll let you go when he's ready, enjoy the cuddles until then.

Dividers by: @cafekitsune

[rie-092]

MY LADY

the reason why raelina ended up at the duke's mansion | adam taylor x fem! reader | masterlist!

adam taylor knew that many years had passed. but he couldn't help it because every midnight, he always finds himself in the garden. standing there, staring at your favourite flower while muttering your name. haah, he misses his lady so much.

coming soon.

[zoraedits]

Oz

By @zoraedits

⟨don't remove watermark & repost elsewhere⟩

[randynova]

DG with a size and overstimulation kink? Thank you! You don’t have to answer this if you don’t want to! ๑(◕‿◕)๑ Have a nice day! ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° ) Thank you for your hard work! (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

𝐷𝑎𝑦𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑠 𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑀𝑒

ᴅɢ/ᴊᴀᴍᴇs ʟᴇᴇ x ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝐷𝐺 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑚, 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑚 𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛, 𝑡𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦, 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒. 𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑙, 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒.

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ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ(s): ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, sᴍᴜᴛ, sɪᴢᴇ ᴋɪɴᴋ, ᴏᴠᴇʀsᴛɪᴍᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴅɢɪɴɢ, ᴘʀᴀɪsᴇ ᴋɪɴᴋ, ᴠᴀɢɪɴᴀʟ ᴘᴇɴᴇᴛʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴄʜᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ/ɪɴғɪᴅᴇʟɪᴛʏ

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A.N.: Hhah, I'm so sorry that requests have been slow to be posted. You know how life can get lol. Well, I hope you enjoy this and thank you for requesting - I bunched the DG Smut requests together in this one. Hope I executed it right because I always write at 2am lmao. So, kind of proofread, I'm sorry if I sound repetitive. Anyway, remember, requests are closed and this is from when they were open a few weeks back.

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𝑇𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒, 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙.

𝑇𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠, 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑠.

𝐵𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒….

𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑙𝑦.

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As cold lips trace along your body, painting dark welts into your skin with every nip to the delicate surface, you cannot stop the soft moan rumbling in your throat as it slips past your lips, throwing your head back as gentle hands knead your flesh between calloused fingers. A shudder ran down your spine, squirming and gripping the sheets whilst his hair tickled you as it brushed past your bare skin. He handled you with such grace, such patience, it seemed almost surreal considering how men crumbled beneath his touch alone.

Yet it made this all the more thrilling, knowing how capable he was of destruction in more ways than one.

As your mind wandered, his voice brought you back to the moment, butterflies  fluttering in your stomach as he spoke. “I want to hear you, [Name]...,” the man whispers, desire oozing from his tone as he stares longingly at you from between your thighs. Half-lidded black hues bore into you, hot breath fanning dangerously close to your weeping heat. “My sweet [Name], please....” 

Oh the way your name rolled so effortlessly from his tongue had your heart thumping wildly in your ribcage,  swallowing dryly as you met his warm gaze. The lovesick adoration etched into his features reeled you in even further, how his brows knitted together while he waited for your order to continue, despite his own overflowing desire. The moment seemed almost sardonic as he never waited to get what he wanted. However, it was a different story when it came to you.

For you, he would wait a thousand lifetimes.

A smile stretches across your lips, humming in response and nodding, knowing only you could see him like this — so in desperate need of you. His pleas could only do so much to help him lure you to comply, slender fingers tenderly pressing into your flesh as his own mind begins to unravel, palms pressing firmly into your limbs as he nudges his nose into your plush, whispering your name once more, "Please, [Name]...." The lavender vanilla scent drove him mad, the aroma stroking his smoldering heart as he sighed shakily. Was that the new lotion he bought you? He hoped it was.

Though he became silent, you did not look away from him, taking in his flushed appearance, how the tips of his ears burned a bright red shade, pink strands disheveled as you ran your hand through his hair minutes before. Your DG truly was a sight to behold, most especially in the moments he was at your mercy, awaiting your next command. Yet, he did not mind.

You’re the first one that he sees every night, living in his dreams at his side, and haunting his thoughts every waking moment.  No matter how hard he tries to drown the sentiment he holds for his sweet girl, he can’t get rid of his love for you. The dangerous life he lives is one you do not deserve, but saying goodbye to you might as well be his death.

 Living a life knowing he cannot have you, is a life not worth continuing as he would rather never take another breath without his beloved by his side.

Was he infatuated? Perhaps. Is he obsessed? Most likely. Addicted? Oh definitely.  And all he knows is your name. Calling out to you with the daunting realization that he can never get enough of you. You are all he could ever desire and more, so why would he ever say good-bye? If these were his last moments, he would not fight his impending death knowing he will take his last breath in your loving arms. 

Is that what love was? Was love the sensation of a flower both wilting and blooming? Was love wanting and needing someone so much, you cannot imagine your life without them, even as it destroys you ever so slowly? Diego pushed the thoughts aside, because whatever he felt for you, he knew it could not be described by mere words alone. 

As his heart twisted, aching with every skipping beat, he did not know the answer, but he knew you would be both his fall from grace and rise to the throne. However, that thought did not terrify him as much as it should have. “You’re mine...,” Diego spoke inaudibly, hands squeezing the curve of your bottom and pressing the side of his face to your plush, brows knitting together as he pokes his nose further along your inner thigh, imprinting the mellow scent of your body before nipping at your flesh. A light laugh slips past your lips, parting your legs wider, letting him have full access to your dripping, glistening slick. From this perspective, you seemed like a doll to him — so small and delicate compared to him.

Yes, words cannot describe how much he wanted you at this very moment and each one to come. For you were absolutely enchanting, worth walking into the unknown, and doing it all over again.

Diego dips his tongue into your puffy lips and steadily drags it along your folds, pulling a soft gasp from you. Your hand trails down and pats his head, lightly pushing back his hair and bucking your hips half-heartedly, muttering his name, "Mm, Diego…." The light brush of his tongue made your stomach churn, biting your bottom lip and closing your eyes as his tongue skims near your quivering hole. 

No, he had to hear you more, hear your lovely moans — hear the darling voice “cracking, pitch heightening, on the brink of tears'' type of moans — and this? It  just wasn’t enough. He knew your body like the back of his hand and he knew when he wasn’t doing it right just from a single sound that came out of your pretty mouth.

A bit annoyed, Diego flattens his tongue and draws long, deep lines into your cunt, dragging it from your entrance to your aching bud, prodding the tip of the wet muscle against your clit before enclosing his mouth around it, flicking his tongue and popping off only to repeat the intense series of licks all over again. His actions made the air in your throat hitch and chest tighten, gasping loudly at the feeling. "Oh God, r-right there…!" 

There you go, he thought, grunting against you. You pant and throw your head back into the soft pillow, pushing his face down further into your heat as your fingers knot into his pink tresses. Silently, he propped your legs onto his broad shoulders, large veiny hands grasping into your thighs and peeling them apart whilst he lifted your hips off the mattress, delving deeper and  lapping harshly at your sopping pussy, determined to make you cum. The obscene slurping and squelching slipping from in-between your thighs soon reverberated throughout the room, your moans and whimpers drifting in the air as you felt your release building quickly.

The rhythm of his mouth left your head spinning and lower abdomen tensing, thighs engulfing his head as your pelvis rocked against his tongue uncontrollably. Engraving prayers into your cunny lips whilst bobbing his head had you trembling and he could not stop even as his lungs burned, almost  as if he were an artist chisling his mark onto the artwork that he created, so he could admire it forever and ever. He had a deadly grip on you, keeping you from suffocating him and pinning you in place whilst you squirmed, calling out to him so pathetically, "D-Diego…! Fuck, Diego! Ah–Ahh!! Ngh!"

As he watched you fall apart, Diego could only peer at you with reverence, noticing how your chest rose and fell quickly with every breathless chant of his name, arching your back yet craning your neck to watch him eat you out, making out your voice begging to him from amidst his muffled ears. 

Yes, this is what he wanted. To hear you want him. Perhaps, you were just as hooked as he was, so obsessed with him as he was to you. But the wish is fruitless, knowing he could never truly worship you as he pleased, knowing you belonged to someone else. He could only hope you found a glimpse of him when you slept with the man, passing time in his arms until the time was right — right to take you away from this pitiful excuse of marriage.

The groans from Diego added to the vibrations against your cunt, the man swiping over your overstimulated bud as he grazed from your entrance to your clit. His nose pressed against your mound, spit dribbling from his chin as he brought you closer and closer to your climax. He strokes his tongue over and over against the tip of your hood, Adam's apple bobbing as he drinks your gathering arousal almost desperately, wet clicks trickling from the corner of his lips. Please, he begs in his head, staring longingly at your face,  let me taste you again, my dear angel, let me taste your love once more — please convince me this is not a dream.

Winding up the coil in your lower tummy, seemingly burning as it twisted so tightly, you couldn't warn him in time. “Ah! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck…!” A loud moan rips from your throat, yanking at his locks as you sloppily rolled your hips into his awaiting mouth. Both of you are caught off guard from the sudden sound, mewling as you spill onto his taste buds. Diego lapped up your juices with vigor. Every wet caress and curl of his tongue  as he cleaned you up left him craving for more of you.

DG is not even close to finishing with you.

His hold does not loosen and he latches himself back onto your clit, drowning himself in your pussy like a depraved man, not pulling away for hours. He does not pull up for air, enclosing his mouth easily over your cunny and abandoning the soft kitten-licks he used before. Diego became unhinged.

A series of cries and moans fill the air for a long time, the man in-between your legs never stopping even as you came countless times since then. A layer of perspiration covered your body, sweat gleaming off the side of your face as your poor pussy needed a break from the stimulation. It became almost painful now and as you tried squirming away from him, it earned a pinch from the man as he dragged your body back.

How long has it been? What time is it…?

You did not know, much too engrossed in the way the man’s tongue worked wonders and weaved a pattern into your weeping heat, bringing you to your end once more for the umteenth time that night. Your voice had become raw, tears dribbling down the side of your face as you convulsed in your spot, bucking pathetically in your spot. Sniffles left you, requesting him to stop. You didn't know how much more you could take before you passed out from absolute euphoria. 

You need to feel him — inside you. 

Needed DG before he came.

Yes, your DG is a patient man, but Diego is a cruel, merciless one. However, both sides of him will not stop until his appetite for you is satiated — even if it takes hours upon hours to quell; like now. Yet, your pretty cries for him beckoned the man to listen to your pleas for once to stop. He pulls off the swollen bundle of nerves with a satisfying pop, swallowing the last of your juices and slowly raising his head. He waits merely a couple minutes, whispering sweet nothings as you collect yourself, rubbing soft circles into your skin. Diego hums, reminding himself he must remain calm and patient for now, as there will come a time where he can wallow in your body for as long as he needs to. Releasing your thighs, he wipes your arousal from his mouth, leering at your puffy folds with delight. The small twitches that passed you made the corners of his mouth tug upward for a moment.

Taking long, steady breaths, you slowly calm yourself, gathering your composure and occasionally sniffling. Oh, you could hardly hear his low voice call out for you with the way your ears rang from the blood rushing to your pounding temple. Such tenderness and tranquility laced in his tone, you wouldn't think he'd be capable of destroying a person from just a flick of his tongue.

He is slow yet calculated as he studies your body, ingraining the sinful sight he had of how you came down from your high, counting the seconds while they turned into minutes until he saw how you began to squirm once more under his touch, rocking your hips in his direction. The ragged rise and fall of your chest dispersed, notifying him that your mind is all but there, your body now in need of more, and there would be no chance of you telling him to stop while in your hazy, pleasure-drunken state.

With a small smile, he pecks your flesh, pulling a blissful sigh from you. “[Name]....,” he whispers, nipping at your thighs before pressing a series of small kisses from your mound, to your stomach, treading to your sternum, mouth grazing your supple yits as he trails to your throat, all while you call out his name breathlessly. You take your bottom lip between your canines, craning your neck as he softly pecks at your skin. Teeth grazed the delicate surface, his mouth suckling another pretty dark welt on your flesh, and you could hardly stifle the soft whimpers thrumming in the back of  your throat.

For as long as you knew DG, he had always been a man who liked taking his time  worshiping your body, ever so patient when it came to you.  Each run of his fingers across your skin remained delicate until you asked; every kiss remained gentle until you pressed deeper; and every thrust remained slow and steady until you begged. And until he hears the order leave your pretty lips, he won't stop treating you as if you would break at any moment.

However, as the man stood and slotted himself between your thighs, hunching over your till your face and his chest were mere centimeters apart, were you slapped with the sheer difference between your bodies. How easily he could crush you if he pleased. His frame towered over you, thick arms caging you in beneath him as his gaze peered at you from above, easily being able to pin you with his weight alone the moment he bullies his fat cock into your tiny hole with a warm smile, stuffing you to the brim as he coos softly at you, "you're taking me so well, my sweet [Name]…."

You were nothing but a flowerbud compared to the tall and strong buck tree your boyfriend was, encased with rippling muscle. Nonetheless, you wanted — no, needed him — now. May your tiny [plush/lean/ slim] frame be damned once he is inside.

You rolled your pelvis towards him, feeling his throbbing dick graze your mound slightly, flinching when it made contact with the tip of your hood. So close. He lowers his hips slightly, brushing his length on the surface of your mound , only to earn a whine from you when he raises his lower half back up. What a teasing man your boyfriend was, having you work to even feel his sweet cock.  Parting your legs wider, you hooked your limbs around his torso and tugged him down, gripping onto his biceps as you whined, "Diego…! Come on, don't be so mean…!"

Mean? He thought, scoffing, Oh, sweetheart, he can get a whole lot meaner if he wanted to, and this isn't even the tip of the iceberg. "Patience, [Name]....," Diego  hums, leering down at you as he begins to trace his shaft along your slick folds, the crown of his cock bumping into your aching bud. Coating his dick in your arousal, Diego is slow and meticulous with every touch, running past your bud and only dipping his pelvis down every once and awhile for his tip to tap against your clit. It sent shockwaves through your cunt, and even he couldn't bite back the groan rumbling in his chest. Actions like this drove you crazy and he knew it, God, he knew how it picked you apart and he fucking loved it. It left you wanting for more and chipped away at your pride, forcing you to play into his palm to rush into his favorite part of your meetings.

Soft whines and mewls drizzle from your mouth, the heels of your feet digging into his lower back as you attempt to feel more of him, panting at the incessant friction.  Your thighs clench around his taut waist, arching your back as he brings you near the edge. "D-Diego! Please! Ah—S…Stop teasing….!" Diego could only sigh in amusement, watching how pathetic you became before he could even fuck you properly. Of course, that attitude would disappear the moment he sunk into you.

He glanced downward, corners of his lips tugging upward, peering with mirthful hues as his cock twitches while it settled against your tummy, painting a clear picture of how he impales you  from the sheer girth of his dick, length stretching from your mid-stomach to your heat. He just couldn't wait to stuff his pretty girl til she was a moaning, crying mess. And he was only a breath away from it all.

"Mm, wanna feel you…!" You plead, nails digging into his biceps and leaving behind crescent shapes. You gaze up at him through thick lashes with glossy eyes, lips trembling as your brows creased together, sniffling. He made you a fraughtful sensitive mess, crooning at how he glides through your dripping cunny and now, you need some sort of relief. His muscles flex against your fingers as he leans down to rest on his elbows. The moonlight poured in from the windows and created a glow around you two, creating the illusion of the dreams he had nearly every night his head hit the pillow. And witnessing as you creamed around him from the small bit of foreplay made his heart skip a beat.

Diego couldn't take it anymore. He would be lying if he wasn't driving himself crazy from the slow pace he was forcing, but teasing you was so fun. And now with your commands to truly be one with you, he could finally let loose.

Whimpering and gasping as the tip of his cock pushes past your puffy folds, you can barely utter a word as you can feel yourself being split apart, pussy stretched to the brim as your poor cunt struggles to adjust to his thick bulbous tip. "Nngh, Diego, 's so big…! Ah, fuck, too big, Diego…!" You squeal, clasping onto him  and pressing your temple to his chest. 

A chuckle drums in his throat, finding your hesitation so endearing despite your wishes to feel him inside a few seconds prior. He leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead, smiling as he pulls away. "Mhm, don't worry, my sweet girl… it'll fit, okay….? See? Mm! Y-You're taking me so well…," DG coos gently, brows knitting together whilst your walls pushed against him as he forced another inch in. "Just… Just need to go in slowly…." Holy shit.

He steadily sunk into you despite your meek protests, fully sheathing himself in your warm tepid heat, eliciting a choked moan from his pretty girl. Diego gripped the sheets, muttering incoherently as he sucked in a sharp breath at the tight grip of your pussy, eyes shutting tight as you clamped down on him. No, no, he had to take it easy, yeah. Take it nice and slow for you. 

But fucking hell, your pussy was so warm and welcoming, sucking him in so greedily into a vice grip he could hardly move. The perfect tight cunt waiting to be stuffed. Your shrill cry did not fall on deaf ears, he picked on how it went up in pitch as he finally buried a majority of his cock inside, part of his shaft still bare. A gasp left him, grinding his teeth and swallowing dryly. “Shit…! Wait, no, f-fuck…!A-Augh…!”

Curses spill from the man, clenching his jaw as he slips deeper into his lust-drunken state, needing to wait a moment or else he knows he’d be creaming in your heat before he could even start. Just…. Damnit. He can’t wait. No, he’s waited days for this moment, he can’t push it back even further because of his sensitivity.

Rocking his hips back and drives his pelvis into you, his thick cock pressing into your weeping cunt and hilting against the opening of your cervix. You grip onto his shoulders, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as strained cries of his name spill from your mouth, "Fuck, oh—God, Diegooo…!  D-Diego, Diego! Mmm, fuck– ah…!" Your noises only encouraged him to become rougher and crueler, spurring him to throw out his own rules out the window and just listen to your sounds.

Every thrust feels as if it's stirring your insides, each buck sending a bolt of pleasure straight to your mushed-up mind. Each stroke had you melting into the sheets, breathless as your body rocked back and forth. His weight had your feeble frame pinned against the king-size bed, rippling muscles pressing you flush into the sheets whilst he nearly recoils into himself to accommodate for the size difference, thighs parted as fucks you. He can barely bury his face in your hair without craning his neck, yet that’s what made this much more exciting. Strangled noises left you as the tension snapped inside you, a shattering cry of his name ripping from your chest. Your pussy fluttered and creamed around him adding more to the slick already coating the base of his cock from your previous orgasms. The man melted easily into you, a layer of perspiration coating his temple, ecstasy contorting his features from every deep stroke.

The way your walls squeezed around him elicited a deep, rumbling moan that made your heart pitter. However, he was not satisfied with this. 

Diego sits up straight, hastily unlatching your legs from his waist, and pushing your thighs back as he moves your legs onto the curve of his neck, your ankles hanging off his shoulders. He pressed your knees to your chest, eliciting an ear-piercing cry from you as he sunk back into your sensitive cunt. “God, Diego…!” You scream, clawing at his porcelain  skin as he begins to thrust brutally into you, the new angle allowing his thick weeping crown to pound painfully into your tepid cunt. Every snap of his pelvis created a loud series of slaps that bounced off the walls, clicking in a continuous rhythm whilst his thighs flexed with each movement. 

A smile stretched on your pretty face, drool dripping from the corner of your mouth as your body bounced with each powerful thrust, the stretch of when he sunk back in quickly building you up to your release again. With the way your pussy sucked him in, he could hardly keep his calm composure, feeling every squeeze of your spasming core at an amplified level as he could feel his own end fast approaching as well. Squeezing your eyes shut, your grip onto the sheets as the pain and pleasure danced in your breaking soul.

Sucking in a sharp breath, Diego's movements began to grow sloppy, stifling a moan as he bucked with no sense of tempo. Dark hues bore into you, drinking in how your features contorted from absolute euphoria, watching how your lips parted to let a pretty moan slip out as he pierced your cervix. You were made for him — walls molding almost perfectly to him, even as it struggled to take every thick inch. Yet….

“You’re mine, right…?” Diego asks quietly, slowly stilling inside as he ceases his pace despite his nearing release, watching as your eyes shoot open in surprise, almost narrowing in annoyance. It had not been the first time he asked you such a question, however, it was the first time he had asked you during this moment. It had always been after your intimate time. Straying from his usual statement, he repeats the question, moving his hips ever so gently until he bottoms-out and pauses his movements again, “Right…?”

Blinking slowly, you nod, tilting your head as your brows furrowed, put off from his sudden question. “Of course, my love. But why ask—”

“You are not mine the way I wish you to be.” He says in a bitter tone, cutting you off as he avoids looking at you for a moment. His shoulders slump and he sits up a bit, creating a small space between your thighs and sternum. “You belong to someone else, yet —” Diego lets his eyes drift to the bedside table, meeting the empty gazes of your wedding portrait to the notorious member of Ansan Public, the sun of Ansan, Hudson Ahn, before he shifts his gaze back to you — “You are here with me, letting me touch you and defile you the way only your husband should. It is only natural that I question it, is it not?”

You did not stop the dry laugh that left you, looking up at DG as his words settled in. The man had a point, but even so, it did not weigh on you. Truth be told, that statement was not entirely accurate. “Hudson Ahn…,” you murmur, reaching up to cup Diego’s face and run your thumb across his smooth skin, smiling sadly at the man before you, noticing how your palm was tiny in comparison to his face alone. He closed his eyes and listened, ingraining your voice once last time as if he were afraid to hear your answer, afraid to hear you say you were not his. Continuing, you curl your fingers against his cheek. “Our marriage was arranged and I had no choice but to agree on behalf of my brother’s wishes, thinking it was the only way I could be safe, yet…. It's strange. Though I belong to him in the eyes of the world, it does not mean he owns my heart and soul the way you do, Diego….” 

You continue, releasing his bicep as your other hand trails to where you two were connected, feeling the bulge creating in your lower tummy, yet you never break eye-contact with the man despite the small discomfort, speaking from your heart to him. “DG, look at me…,” you whisper, seeing his eyes flutter open and reveal glossy dark hues that struck a chord in you. Oh, seeing him cry was a rare sight and one you did not enjoy. “It is not him that is with me in the most intimate way possible, where two become one. It’s you. He can try all he wants to break the chains of our love — try to make me love him — but you conquered my very being before any man could and still wanted me despite what the world turned me into. I loved you first and I promise I will love you last. I am yours. Does that answer your question, my love…?” 

Thick teardrops collect in the corner of his eyes and Diego did not notice them falling until they dripped from his face, splashing onto your chest. His fears melted away, the doubt of losing you to Hudson dispersing as you declared to him your heart’s wish. He nods, folding you in half once more.  Almost desperately, Diego pressed his mouth against yours, capturing you in a sweet kiss as he rutted deeply and slowly, pumping into you with mild thrusts, with such tenderness, it brought tears to your own eyes as you returned the kiss. Your hands trail and clasp onto his shoulders, features creasing together as he moves in and out of you.

Yes. You were his as he was yours. That would never change, no matter what the world said — his fate was with you. That is the truth no one could change.

From every broken moan to every fleeting thought of your future, consumed by the rapture of your love — Diego crumbles completely. You both forget about the world and become immersed in one another, never hearing the sudden slam out in the living room of your home. Without so much as a warning, Diego unloads a large amount of thick cum into your fertile womb with a strained groan, painting the inside of your cunt a creamy white, still softly thrusting as the waves of his orgasm wash over him. He cannot ever see himself leaving you, not ever; abandoning the only woman who made him feel so alive, giving him a piece of heaven in exchange for his love, would be the most foolish thing he could ever do. 

So even as he pulls out and lets the mixture of your fluids dribble down your thighs, knowing you were not on the pill anymore due to the courtesy of your husband, Diego does not change his mind and cements his decision to continue chasing after you.

Even as he makes eye-contact with Hudson as he stands in the doorway of your shared bedroom, who grips tightly onto the metal handle of the wooden door whilst his wide-gaze bores into him, Diego remains confident in his choice and does not regret it, nor fear the consequences.

Even as you start to sputter an explanation to your seething husband, though do not attempt to move nor close your legs, Diego hums in content, knowing his daydreams are becoming reality. 

With a wry smile, he looks directly at Hudson and says with such calamity —

“She’s mine.”

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©ʀᴀɴᴅʏɴᴏᴠᴀ || ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ || ɴᴏ ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs, ᴇᴅɪᴛs, ᴄᴏᴘʏɪɴɢ, ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛɪɴɢ, ᴇᴛᴄ. ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴄɪʀᴄᴜᴍsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇs.

[rathesy]

Basic ass incorrect quotes with Deon (& Demon King) from I'm Not That Kind of Talent!;

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[Name]: I slept for almost 12 hours but I might still be tired so lets go for 12 more just incase.

Deon: [name], that's a coma.

[Name]: Sounds festive.

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Deon needing help to escape the demons: Okay, help me please!

[Name] drinking caffeine: Got two words for you.

Deon: I bet they won't be helpful.

[Name]: Your problem.

Deon: I was right.

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[Name]: You're right.

Deon: That's... That's an unusual phrase for you. Did you just learn it?

[Name]: I hope you never escape

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[Name]: Lol heads up if you try to make a candle with food coloring, the food coloring will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food coloring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you'll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food coloring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter. Please take my word on this lmfao

Deon: What did you do?

[Name]: A MISTAKE DEON CALL CARVER—

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[Name]: God, give me patience.

Deon: I think you mean 'give me strength'.

[Name]: If God gave me strength, everyone will die.

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[Name]: Dandelions symbolize everything I want to be in life

Deon: Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind?

[Name]: Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die.

Demon king Carver: edible ^^

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[Name]: In my defense, I was left unsupervised.

Demon King Carver: Wasn't Deon with you?

Deon holding two bottle of demon alcohol: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

Demon King Carver grabbing the bottles: NO

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Demon king Carver: You have to apologize to Deon

[Name]: Fine.

[Name] infront of Deon: 'Unfuck you' or whatever.