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𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓼

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🌼Damiano × reader

part 24 of ?? [parts 1-23]

NSFW 🚨 kinky unsafe dirrrty adultsonly playtime

° Damiano David/female reader insert

wordcount:: 7,854

° request ×3, original anon request for corruption kink damiano, helpful anon suggested clit jewellery& another anon sent in: What would Damiano’s reaction be to his girl posting a really hot thirst trap pic on Instagram? I personally can’t decide whether or not he would be cheeky and comment something like “new lock screen” or if he would get super fiery, possessive or jealous over it [requests are open! but commissions are priority, secure the fourth spot in my cue here!]

° thankyou for all the feedback on the last chapter! feel free to send your ideas to be added to the menu!

After celebrating Christmas with just Damiano, you had departed to spend time with your family, and he had done the same. While he was back in his hometown, you and your family had travelled to Greece.

You didn't have to go back to work until next week and your parents were paying for your hotel room - there was very little for you to worry about right now. You had been getting into the laid back environment of your beachside hotel, spending a lot of the sunny days in the heated pool. There had been some fun outings with your family, eating large servings of the delicious foods.

Of course a lot of this had been documented for social media. You had put two posts on Instagram, one of them had been a carousel of landscapes and cute photos posed for with your sister.

The other post had been less focused on showing off the experiences you had been having - it was three different photos of you in your bikini. You had been feeling comfortable and confident in the black and white swimwear. You liked how the padding in the top made your boobs look. You thought the ribbon closures on either side of the bottoms were cute, instead of worrying about them adding to the wideness of your hips.

After complimenting how you looked, your sister had offered to take some photos of you by the pool. Petra hadn't rushed you, taking a lot of photos and letting you feel as close to being a model as you would probably ever get. You hadn't posted a photo like these in a while. Were you trying to get your boyfriend's attention, to make him miss you more? Were you showing off? Were you trying to feel desirable? Or were you just embracing this moment of feeling good about your appearance?

Regardless of whether or not your main goal was to get Damiano's approval, you got it. You had gotten a notification of a new comment from him.

Next to his username had been two words: new lockscreen. Then there had been a few flaming heart emojis. You were soon grinning, feeling that giddy rush he could so effortlessly give you.

Then you were getting a private message from him: are you busy? When you replied that you weren't, you were just hanging out in your room alone, he called you via FaceTime and his smiling face was soon filling the screen of your phone.

Before speaking, he raised a bottle of water into frame, getting the cap open. "Hang on, I'm just having a drink, because I'm all dehydrated after that thirst trap."

You giggled, watching him have some water. "It is not a thirst trap."

"Yes it is." He said. "I could look up a definition of thirst trap right now and it would say: when your girlfriend posts a bikini pic looking so damn fuckable."

"Fuckable? That's not what you said in your comment."

"The context was there." He said. "You should come home…"

"It's not bikini-weather there."

"I'll turn the heater on."

“Did you really make it your lock-screen?” You asked.

“Yes. Of course. I put all three of them in a little collage and I’m very excited to get to see it every time I pick up my phone.”

You were still grinning, feeling very flattered that he would want to look at the photos so much. He was just enjoying them, he wasn’t seeing the imperfections that your eyes could be drawn to.

Then you started to laugh when you saw him raise his fingers to his forehead, stroking upwards. “You just went to brush the hair back from your face. But there isn’t any hair there anymore.”

He smiled and rubbed the palm of his hand over his still relatively fresh buzz cut. “I’ve gotta break the habit.”

“I’ll be home in two days.” You reminded him. “And you can send me lots of thirst traps in that time.”

“We’ll see who can out-thirst the other.”

You stuck out your bottom lip as you studied his face, wishing you could touch him. “Two days is too long.”

“I know.” He lamented, pouting back at you. “I miss you. I’m so over just having pillows in the bed. At first, stretching out was fun or whatever. But I’m just wanting my kitten now. What good is bedtime without cuddles?”

“Yeah, stretching out in bed is so overrated. I even miss your cold feet.” You said. “And at least fifty times a day, something happens that makes me think of one of our inside jokes. But I can’t say it because no one will understand what I’m talking about.”

“Aw. Nobody’s appreciating your comedic genius.” He said. “What’s your plan for today? When I think about you, where will I picture you?”

“There’s a market that my mum wants to visit and then I think we’ll find a café for lunch.”

He appeared somewhat disappointed. “Oh, so no lounging around the pool in your bikini on the schedule?”

You giggled. “No. But that doesn’t mean that you can’t picture me in the bikini.”

“I probably shouldn’t. There are things that I was hoping to accomplish today.”

He helped you pick out what to wear for your family outing. You propped your phone up so that he could watch you get dressed. As you were styling your hair he told you about the plans he had for the day. A friend from his school days had just had their first child and he would be visiting with them. You made him promise to send you lots of photos of the baby.

You completed your outfit by putting on your Chanel choker. Then you exchanged your ‘I love you’s as you wrapped up the call, setting off for your separate days to share with one another in tonight’s phone call.

*** *** ***

Damiano was there waiting for you at the airport. He embraced you so tightly that your feet were lifted off the floor as you kissed one another hurriedly. You weren't embarrassed by this public display of affection, you didn't care what the many other people in the airport might think - you felt sorry for them for not having such a Heavenly reunion.

He lifted both of your suitcases into the car. Once driving, he kept one hand mostly resting on your thigh. The two of you caught up on any details that hadn't yet been shared about your vacations. It was a relief to get to see his eyes on you again, to hear his voice clearly and smell him. His presence did away with any sense of fatigue or frustration from your travel. You were so glad to be home, despite having not reached your apartment building yet.

When you arrived home, you were going for one particular pocket in your pink suitcase. He had already started to wheel your other bag in the direction of the bedroom, before you got his attention.

“I have something for you.” You said, keeping him from getting any further away. “Just a little gift, I saw it at the markets and I knew I had to get it for you.”

“Aw kitten, aren’t you just the sweetest little thing in the world?” He replied, showing you a gorgeous smile already, independent of seeing his present. “I hope you don’t feel like I’m trying to upstage you when I let you know that I’ve got gifts for you.”

Your hands came out of the pocket empty as you got distracted from your task. “Gifts?”

The look on your face made him giggle. “Yeah, I made you something, as well as some things I bought.”

Your eyes grew wide. “Made?”

He held a hand out to you. “How about you save finding my gift for later? And right now, you come with me and let me spoil you?” Instantly you left your suitcase behind, going over to him. “Why am I not surprised that you needed very little convincing?”

He took your hand, grinning as you began walking toward the bedroom together. Your other suitcase was left behind. You couldn't see anything gift wrapped upon first stepping into the bedroom.

"You'll have to get naked first." He said.

You stopped walking. "Oh, I get it. You're gonna cum on me, the thing you 'made' for me is all the jizz in your balls." You had unzipped your jeans. "I should have seen it coming…"

"What? No. Unless you want to, I could give you a wet 'welcome home', that could easily be arranged, baby.”

You already had your pants down to where you could step out of them. “Seriously, that isn’t what you were getting at?”

“No. I got you a couple of things to wear and I want you to put them on right now. I’ve been dying to see them on you.” He said.

“Okay.”

As you progressed to taking more things off, he went over to the bed. He crouched down so as to reach into the area beneath the bed frame, pulling on something that was currently out of sight. You fulfilled his request of getting naked, then stood in the room and keenly waited for what was to come next.

When he stood up, he had a small package in his hand. He gave it to you and you assumed you were about to open a necklace or bracelet. He watched you pulling away the wrapping paper, an amused smile on his face that made you wonder what kind of reaction he was hoping for.

You came upon a length of thin black cord and attached to this was some kind of charm. It was made of silver, in the shape of a hollow oval with a teardrop pendant hanging in the centre, completed by a single diamond. You were trying to determine if you had ever seen a design like this before. Then you noticed the cord was attached to the charm in three spots - what kind of necklace was this? Was it something that you wore over your head? He was still smiling as he watched you assessing the item.

"Um, I really don't want to sound ungrateful here…" You began as you turned it around in your hands, stretching the elastic bands in your effort to understand it.

"Here, let me show you how to put it on." He said gently and you handed it over.

He threaded his hands through the two large loops and started to bend down, getting onto his knees in front of you. You were completely clueless as you watched him. He brought the elastic loops down to the ground just in front of your feet and instructed you to step in. He started to bring it up the length of your legs, the pendant placed between them. Now you realised that this was some strange kind of g-string.

He put his fingers up to your pussy, easing your labia apart. Your eyes were wide, you had no idea what he was about to do with this unfamiliar item. His other hand adjusted the charm, bringing the cool metal up to your skin. It framed your clit, pressing against you and keeping your labia somewhat spread back even after his fingers were taken away. The little pendant bumped against your clitoris, startling you and making you gasp.

"Daddy, what is this?" You asked.

He adjusted the elastic bands so that they sat up on your hips, mimicking how a thong would fit. "Do you like it? It's just a little jewellery for your clit. Not that it needed anything extra to be pretty and enticing. But I liked the idea of you wearing this under your panties as a reminder that you, and this pussy, belong to me.

"Other people can look, they can see you looking fuckable in a bikini- but this pussy is just for me." He said, a serious look now in his eyes as he looked up at you.

"Is this because of what I posted on Instagram, the thirst trap?" You asked.

He stayed where he was, not yet done admiring this new accessory. "That was part of the motivation, yes. I was so very turned on when I saw those pictures, I was like: wow, look at my girlfriend. Then I thought for a moment longer, going back to that word: look. And I realised other people could and would look, and it brought out a certain possessiveness in me. I know that you're on private on Insta and there's no random creeps seeing you. But I couldn't help it, I saw your body and felt this need to stake my claim."

"I can delete it." You rushed to offer.

"No, it's okay, kitty. It's your profile and your pictures. If that's how you wanna catalogue your vacation, it's totally fine with me. You celebrating your body is great, it's sexy, I love it. I would never think of telling you to take them down, I promise." He said. "This isn't a punishment, 'cause you did nothing wrong. Daddy just needs to work through some of his jealousy, okay?" He kissed across the top of your thigh. "And he only gets jealous 'cause you're something so special, something he could never stand the thought of losing."

"You could never lose me." You said.

"How do you like it?" He asked. "It's not uncomfortable, is it? I trust that you would tell me the second something was painful."

"No, it's not painful. It's just…" Readjusting your weight made the dangling pendant move against your clit, prompting an excited shiver from you. "...different."

"It looks really pretty. Appetising. But I'm gonna try to not get too distracted here, I've still got so much more for you." He said, giving your thigh a squeeze before moving away. He went back to the stash under the bed, bringing out a new, larger gift. "I think you're gonna look just as delicious in this."

Beneath the wrapping paper, you came across sheer black fabric. As you unfolded it, you found a soft fur trim. There was so much of this luxurious, drapey fabric. Freeing it from the packaging, you held it up, finding it was a very glamorous dressing gown.

You gasped, thrilled by the sight of it (the silver pendant rubbed against your clitoris again). "Damiano, it's gorgeous. I love it so fucking much." You began to wrap the smooth fabric around yourself, pushing your arms into the long sleeves.

“Oh, fuck yeah.” He said, taking a step back to admire you more as you tied the sash into a knot at your waist. “It’s absolutely perfect on you. This is pure opulence, baby.”

You giggled and started twirling around in a circle, the fabric dramatically flaring out in the process. “Opulence. Ha, mmn…” Your movements got the jewellery on your clitoris rocking and you felt your gut tighten as you questioned the sturdiness of your knees. You stopped spinning quite quickly, sucking on your lower lip.

“Are you okay? Is it the jewellery?” He asked, a knowing smile on his face making him look smug.

You nodded, letting out a shaky exhale. “Yeah, it’s kind of hard to forget about.”

“That’s very much the point.” He said. “How about you sit down? I don’t want you too distracted while I give you the rest of the gifts.”

You walked over to the bed, the little pendant tapping on your clit with every step. You were feeling waves of tingles moving through your body as you carefully sat down, putting more concentration into this than was normal. Your chest expanded and you tried to adjust to this hint of pressure - it was subtle, but it kept wanting to draw your attention back to your clit.

“The robe doesn’t have anything to do with jealousy or ownership. But it does go with the rest of your gifts and what I made for you. Do you wanna see the rest?” He asked.

“Yes, please Daddy.”

This time when he reached beneath the bed, he brought out your laundry basket, filled with items. You sat up straighter, trying to quickly identify everything it held. You saw a black package with the Lush branding. You saw a brand new hairbrush. There was a pair of headphones still in their box. Amongst the many items that had the basket on the verge of overflowing were bottles of ointments and lotions.

He placed the basket beside you and plucked out a small booklet, handing it to you. “Here you go.”

Kitten’s Menu the cover read, in what you recognised to be his handwriting. An intrigued smile lifted the corners of your lips as you tried to figure out how all of this fit together. You looked up to where he stood beside the mattress, keenly watching every reaction from you.

You opened the book, the inside cover telling you that this was for your eyes only.

Aftercare Menu, the heading on the first page said.

"Let me know if anything is unclear, I tried really hard to have it all make sense, but if you get confused, just ask." He said, leaning one knee on the bed next to you.

"This is what you made me?" You asked.

"Yep, typed it up, folded the pages very carefully, stapled it all together." He said.

"Just for me?"

His fingers stroked against your arm. "All for you, kitten. I figure that once a scene is done, you get wrapped up in your lovely robe and you pick something from the menu, anything you want and you get it."

You were smiling as you began to read down the list of options.

Talking. This had an offshoot: words of affirmation, deconstructing scene, talking about something else, sharing memories, any other topic.

"If you don't feel like talking, I can just talk to you, or even read to you. I can find random pop culture articles and read to you about pointless shit." He added as elaboration.

Silence/space, for as long as you need.

Cuddling.

Taking a nap together.

Blanket burrito.

Back rubs/tickles, or massages.

Brushing your hair. That explained the new brush amongst the other gifts.

Watching TV, something trashy, something silly, something we've seen a million times, something we can fall asleep during.

Bath or shower.

Eating, I'll make you anything you want.

Tea.

Listening to music or a podcast.

Burning incense.

Colouring. You could see a colouring book, along with a box of pencils in the basket as well.

Ointments on any ouchies. Rubbing in moisturiser.

Sheet mask.

Yoga.

He piped up when he saw you get to the bottom of this page. "The yoga doesn't have to be anything intensive, it's not a time to do a workout."

"Online shopping, literally anything I want?" You read aloud. "Are you serious?"

He sat next to you. "Yep, no limitations. If you wanna buy new shoes, you can have them. You can get makeup, you can get more plants, you can get video games, you can get fifty new Squishmallows, whatever baby. We'll lay in bed together and you can just point at what you want. After fucking you stupid, I'll spoil you stupid."

"Holy fuck." You said quietly.

Playing games together: Block Blast, Wordscapes, Candy Crush.

Drive to get fast food.

"The book isn't full, 'cause you can come up with new stuff that you want and we can work on it together." He said.

"This is amazing." You said.

He kissed you on the cheek. "You deserve it. I was just thinking about how to give you the best aftercare experience possible and I thought that this way, when your brain might be feeling a little fried, you can just point and you can get what you need easier."

"It's really-... I'm kind of speechless." You said, looking back over the pages.

He kissed you on the cheek again, closer to your lips this time. "I wanted to show you how serious I am about taking care of you, I love you."

You looked up at him, wrapping an arm around his neck. "I love you too."

You brought his lips to yours, placing your other arm around him as you quickly sought to deepen the kiss. You turned to face him and he put his hands to your back, holding you in close. You felt your heartbeat pick up as his tongue slid past your lips, exploring into your mouth. You let your mouth open wider as he rubbed at the roof of your mouth. You were getting giddy from this proximity that you had been missing during your time away.

He pulled back, his hands on your cheeks as he looked deeply into your eyes, a penetrative stare. His fingers caressed your skin, the expression on his face completely serious. “I promise to end every scene with the best, most thorough, most loving aftercare. But you have to promise to always be transparent with how you’re feeling, that’s the only way we can keep thriving like this.”

“Of course, yes, I promise, I promise a thousand times.” You said. “But you have to promise to stay transparent too.”

He gave you a peck on the lips. “Promise forever.”

You leaned in, not done with kissing him yet. You took your time to enjoy his lips as he rubbed your cheeks. You kissed his upper lip, then kissed the lower lip, lingering here. When you went back to the upper lip, he took the opportunity to suck your lip into his mouth. The way he nibbled lightly on it made you squirm a little, getting closer to him, your hand on his thigh.

“Do you wanna go for a walk to the kitchen for me, kitten?” He asked.

“Okay, let’s see how far I get before this thing on my clit fucks me all the way up.”

Getting to your feet prompted the dangling pendant to shift, which stirred something within you. This didn’t go away as you started to walk out of the room. He was following closely behind you, seeing every hesitation and flinch.

It was like having your vibrator on the lowest setting, being held to your clitoral hood. It wasn’t supposed to get you off, but it was definitely meant to turn you on. It was meant to prime you, getting blood pumping to this area. It was noticeably titillating with practically every step, plunging your mind into a sexually-charged haze.

You whined as excited flutters filled your cunt, you looked back over your shoulder at him. “It’s making me horny.”

He was smiling as he watched you. “Excellent, that’s how I want you.”

Your next stride was interrupted by his palm unexpectedly striking your butt. In your surprise, you jumped forward. This caused the greatest swing of the pendant, with it landing very solidly back against your clitoral hood. Your knees snapped together and your gut clenched in this heightened moment.

You didn’t get the chance to recover your footing before he was grabbing your bicep and pulling you off your path. You went with this momentum, ending up pushed against the wall by him. The pendant wasn’t settled yet, bringing a tightness to your throat. You hadn’t made it to the kitchen, stopped just shy of the dining room. It was impossible to say if you would have gotten the whole way to the kitchen if not for his interference.

And you found you didn’t care too much about this, not when you had him bearing down on you. He was still wearing that enticed smile as he pushed his hips into yours. He put his fingers to your chin, tilting your head back as he leaned in closer.

“Your pussy likes the little gift from Daddy?” He asked, slowly wiggling his hips from one side to the other, setting into the promising beginnings of friction.

“Uh-huh. It’s getting so wet.” You said.

“Dripping?”

You considered what you were feeling between your legs. “It will be soon.” He gave you a kiss as he continued his leisurely grinding on you. “It’s kinda ridiculous how wet you get me.”

“I think it’s an important job to make sure that gorgeous pussy stays wet.” He said, applying more kisses to your lips.

He braced himself with his hands resting on the wall, just above each of your shoulders. This made you feel wonderfully contained, surrounded by the building lust. As you kissed him back, you became acutely aware of just how long it had been since you had last had sex. Thinking about that stretch of time spawned a deep ache through you.

“Will you let me do my important job?” You borrowed his phrasing. But this just got you a confused look from him. You licked your lips, pushing through the trepidation to be unsubtle. “You know, a blow job.”

He nodded, winking one eye shut. “I get you. And obviously there’s no way I’m turning that down.” You bent your knees, getting your body lower. “You wanna do it right here?”

“Why not?” You responded, not hesitating in getting your knees down to the floor.

He bent down, hands on your cheeks as he secured a few more kisses from you. “You’re such a good girl. Just give me a shove if your head is bouncing against the wall too much. We don’t need you developing a concussion, or whatever.”

“Yeah, I don’t think your aftercare menu has that covered.” You said as he straightened up.

You undid the button on his jeans and got the zipper down. He helped you take the pants off, because it wasn’t enough to take them down, he had to get out of the jeans altogether. You were greeted by the sight of his boner stretching the fabric of his briefs. You got these out of your way, letting them rest around his knees.

You wrapped a hand around his hard shaft, but before you could get your mouth to the head, he was getting your attention by pulling your hair. Obediently, you looked up at him.

“Stick your tongue out for me.” He instructed, with you instantly extending your tongue out, presenting it to him. “Uh-huh. Now I’m gonna bounce my cock on it a little, so keep it just like that for me, okay?” His hand replaced yours on the shaft (the other still gripping strands of your hair). “Be a good girl and hold it nice and flat for Daddy.”

You felt the weight of his cock tapping against your tongue as you kept your eyes on his face. You saw the breathless smile that this activity brought to his face. He did this without any apparent rhythm, working himself up as felt best.

“Okay, you can kiss it now.” He said and you were quickly repositioning your mouth, changing so that you could begin treating the tip to kisses. “Yeah, show me how much you missed this fuckin’ cock.”

You saw the entranced look on his face as you let your kisses linger, your saliva wetting his taut skin. This graduated to you parting your lips, incorporating your tongue. At first it was just a little - briefly touching the tip to his head, before withdrawing when the kiss concluded.

Then flicking your tongue up became involved licking. You swirled your tongue all around the head. You saw his eyelids begin to flutter shut as you rapidly worked the tip of your tongue against his head.

“It’s been a hot minute, so I think we’re gonna need to just…” He kept his hand around his cock as he gently rocked forward, easing into your mouth at a slight angle. "...stretch that cheek a little." He guided the tip of his dick along the inside of your right cheek, momentarily pushing it out. Then he withdrew. "And the other one." Your left cheek was given the same treatment. "That feels better, huh?"

"Uh-huh." You responded, trying to not move your mouth too much.

He let go of his cock, seemingly ready to trust you going forward. But he kept his hand in your hair.

You placed your lips around his cock and slid forward. You drew most of his length into your mouth, beginning to massage all over it with your tongue. You let his taste dance across your palette as you listened to his heavy breathing.

Then you began to bob your head, stroking your lips up-and-down him. You shut your eyes as you concentrated on this task, listening and feeling his reactions. You flicked your tongue up sporadically, giving an extra element to some of your pumps. He kept his hips still, content to go with the tempo you were setting into.

"How about you wiggle those hips for me, my little fucktoy?" He asked. "Get that jewellery moving on your pretty clit, hm?" You found him still staring down at you. You began to gyrate your hips, setting the swinging pendant into motion again. It was immediately enticing, the tingles rapidly spreading out through you. "Uh-huh, get that pussy ready for me."

You moved your hips in little circles. You held him steady, close to the base as you kept working your mouth up-and-down, getting more of his cock moist with your spit. You shut your eyes and drew your cheeks in. His hand relaxed in your hair and you heard him let out a breathy moan.

You worked yourself up to a consistent pace, keeping the pendant rocking on your clitoral hood, without letting it distract you from the priority of his pleasure. You bobbed your head, finding a motion that you could comfortably maintain. Listening to his whimpers got you excited for what other sounds you could draw from him.

He increased the power of your strokes when he started to roll his hips to your tempo. You took your hand from his length, putting it to his balls instead, no longer needing to steady the shaft. His head moved deeper into you, getting closer to your throat.

"Yes. Good girl." He moaned, pressing the back of your head to the wall as he rocked his body weight forward. You tilted your head back, keeping your mouth in motion. "Oh, good girl."

He put his hands to the sides of your head, keeping you where he needed as he pumped his hips faster. He drove his tip along your tongue at a hungry rhythm and you could feel him quivering.

He lifted one of his feet from the floor, raising his leg so that he could brace his knee against the wall beside your head. This allowed him to thrust harder. You could feel drool running off of your lower lip as you kept up with him.

He worked his head into your throat, his fingers dug into your face as he got more desperate. Each of his loud moans bled into another, a consistent background sound to the wet noises of your mouth working on his cock.

"Oh my pet, yes." He let out a choked sob.

Your throat spasmed around him, your world freezing until his cum was being set loose into you. You were shaking as his hands let go of your face. He rocked back, fading into his climax. You looked up at him, marvelling at him in this state. His eyes were shut and he gradually emptied your mouth. You let yourself become still, your clit jewellery resting in place.

You steadily came back to your surroundings, running your hands up-and-down his legs as you continued to watch his recovery. He put his foot back on the ground, moving a little out of your personal space.

When he looked down at you, he smiled and started to run his fingers through your hair lovingly. "Kitty, you're so fuckin' good at that. I wasn't too rough, was I?"

"No, I'm okay." You said, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

"Was that fun for you too?" He asked. "Did getting me off get you all worked up?"

"Uh-huh."

He pushed his briefs the rest of the way down and then removed his shirt. He offered his hands to you, helping you to your feet. "It's not just about me. I've got more planned for you." Once you were at his height, he threw his arms around you, kissing you. "I wanna get you out of that robe and get to enjoying that body you've been using to get me so worked up from a different fuckin' country."

"Yes, Master." You said, covering his lips with enthusiastic kisses. "Show me where thirst-trapping gets me."

He gave you another deep kiss, then placed one of his hands in yours. He started to walk in the direction of the dining table. As you went with him, you felt the jewellery shifting on your clitoral hood again and it got your heart beating faster.

He moved himself up onto the table, sitting on it. He beckoned you closer by curling his fingers in the air. You positioned yourself in the space between his thighs, the two of you starting to kiss. His hands went down to your sash, untying it and progressing to push the robe off of your shoulders. You kissed him deeper as the fabric fell away from your body, leaving you just as exposed as him. You placed your arms around his neck, teasing your tongue between his lips. His hands moved down your bare back as he opened his mouth, letting you rub your tongue against his.

He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you tight, your chest flush to his. "Climb up here kitten, I want you on top of me."

He eased himself back a little and you lifted one knee up, setting it on the tabletop next to his butt. You rocked your body weight forward and got your other knee onto the table, his arms around you keeping you steady. He began kissing you again as you got settled into this position of straddling him. You could feel how hard he was as more of your body pressed into him, it made you pay extra attention to how sensitive the jewellery was making your clitoris feel.

He started to lean back, lying down on the surface. He put his hands to your hips, stroking up-and-down gently as you remained sitting up. "I love seeing what belongs to me like this. Do you belong to me, pet?"

"Of course I do." You said, comfortable and stable on top of him. You let your fingers explore over his torso as you enjoyed the way he looked at you. "I belong all to you, totally and completely, yours."

As he was looking into your eyes, he moved one of his hands off of your side, going towards the centre of your belly. He trailed his fingers down, going over the curve of the bottom of your belly and continuing lower. You bit into your bottom lip as his fingertips went across your mound, sliding down to where the jewellery was framing your clit. He reached lower, leaving this hot area in the interest of seeking out your entrance. You heard the wet sounds that your cunt made in response to his fingertips before he stretched you open with one finger.

"That especially belongs to you." You said, your voice quieter than before.

He smiled as he reached deeper between your walls. Your clit was quivering against the pendant and you felt your breath coming in faster. Your thighs clenched around his hips as you started to give your pleasure more priority in your mind.

“Did you play with this pussy at all while you were away?” He asked, beginning to work his finger inside of you.

“No, I didn’t have permission to.” You said.

He looked pleased as he added a second finger. “Good pet. You know just how to behave to keep me happy, don’t you?”

“It’s a privilege to make you happy.” You said.

He slowly worked his fingers inside of you, the arousal coming in a steady incline. You began to move your hips as you got more invested, gently thrusting in time with his pacing. Your movements got the pendant rocking, it swung forward with your momentum before returning to your clit with a tap. It gave you a burst of excitement each time and you knew it would soon be difficult to hide your greediness.

Once you realised he wasn’t going to put an end to your movements, you decided to experiment with what else he would let you get away with. With every rock, you eased yourself a little further forward, until you got your crotch up against his boner. Then you leaned back, while tilting your pelvis. This allowed you to start grinding your pussy on his bare cock. You felt his cock twitch as you relished in the extra friction you had harnessed.

You made sure to keep eye contact with him so that he could see exactly what his fingers and dick were doing to you. You knew how much he got off on that, your enjoyment existing for him.

He wrapped his unoccupied hand around his shaft. You tried to guess his next move as you kept yourself steady with each hand gripping his thighs. Your arms shook as he started directing the head of his cock to your entrance.

He worked swiftly, his cock sliding inside in the same instant that his wet fingers were taken out. Your walls gave a giddy flutter as he moved in deeper. You leaned your weight forward again, earning more sensations from the jewellery. You felt so wonderfully claimed by him as your cunt stretched to accommodate him.

“Did you want me to stay up like this, Master?” You asked.

He rested his hands on your lower back as his eyes moved up-and-down your body, assessing his options. “Yeah, I haven’t had enough of this sublime view yet. So long as you’re comfortable.”

He was the one to set the pace, thrusting up into you. You braced yourself with your hands on his stomach as you began to move with him. This kept the pendant swinging against your clit, driving you further from your sense of composure.

He struck your butt with his hand. "I'm gonna spank you. And I want you to clench that pussy every time I do, okay?"

"Yes, Daddy."

He slapped the other cheek and you responded by manually clasping your walls around his length. Then you released with a shaky sigh. You didn't let your hips stop, working at staying in rhythm.

Your pussy tightened with the next spank and you could feel your whole body investing in this excitement. You plunged down harder on his cock as you kept reacting to his spanks. You were soon greeting the strikes with little cries as the sensations ruling your body only gained more power. Your knees were going weak and you shut your eyes, ready to get lost.

Soon there were little to no breaks between his persistent spanks, your cunt constantly squeezing him until you could feel his cock throbbing as it massaged you.

He progressed to just holding your ass in his hands, gripping each cheek with his fingers digging in. You clenched your walls, with the rest of your body tensing up. Happy whimpers were falling from his lips, accompanying your own needy moans. Your hands held tightly onto his sides as the intensity began to overwhelm you.

You rocked forward, your mouth seeking out his as the passion kept getting closer to bubbling over. His hands relaxed on your butt and he kissed you back. Your walls clenched uncontrollably as his speed increased, his hips recklessly pounding against yours. Breathy moans interrupted your kisses, but you unfailingly met his every thrust.

"I wanna switch…" He said, changing how he held onto you. "Will you let Daddy put you on your tummy?"

“Uh-huh.”

You climbed off of him, continuing to be stimulated by the rocking jewellery as you stood beside the table. He got up as well, offering his help to make your change in position as smooth as possible. You turned away from him, lying your chest down on the hard surface. Your feet remained on the floor as you braced yourself for more.

As he stepped in closer, he showed his appreciation for your presented ass by tapping his hand against each cheek. This only served to increase the desires inside of you, making you arch your back and squirm a little. When this motion caused the pendant to shift and drag over your swollen clit, you smiled to yourself.

You were grateful when he didn’t make you wait for penetration, it was a relief to be spared any further teasing. With one hand gripping your squishy hip, he buried his length into your cunt. Your breathing hitched as he filled you almost all the way up in an instant.

He began rocking his hips into you, stroking himself into a persistent rhythm. You could feel his head rubbing at parts of your pussy that had been inaccessible to him in the previous position, harnessing new sensitivities.

As you moved with him, you felt him sliding in deeper. It only took a few more thrusts to get him to the greatest depth, his movements harmonising with how the pendant knocked against your clit to keep taking you higher.

"Daddy, ah..." You whimpered when you felt his tip collide with your sweet spot.

The movements of his hips became more concentrated, keeping himself at your g-spot with short strokes. He grinded into your butt, still giving you so much energy. "Is that where you want it? Has Daddy found the perfect spot to fuck you?"

You squeezed your eyes shut, writhing on the table. "Yes, yes, yes." You responded, your voice getting squeakier.

"If I keep fucking you here, will you show me how much you missed me by covering my cock in your cum, huh? Will you do that for me?" He asked.

"Yes, I will."

He put both of his hands to your ass, grabbing handfuls firmly. He gripped your cheeks as he smacked his hips into you quicker than before. Your mouth hung open as you felt yourself becoming entirely overwhelmed, he was leaving you with no chance to regain your composure.

You gave one last powerful thrust to meet him before it all became too much and you were rocketing over your edge. Your eyes rolled back as you dissolved into the pleasure, all of the tension leaving your body.

As you tingled and shivered, he kept going, chasing a second orgasm for himself. He powered into you, rutting between your spasming walls. You held your breath, held at this spectacular height with the excitement firing little sparks all through your body.

He gave a loud series of incoherent cries as he started unloading into you, bucking so as to drive the cum deeper. Your knees buckled and your hands curled into useless fists as you whimpered through this stunning conclusion.

"Oh, kitty…" He exhaled, his hands releasing from your butt as he pulled out.

You let yourself go limp on the table, working to catch your breath. You felt like you were in a daze, whiny moans painting your exhales every so often.

"You okay?" He asked in response to your silence.

You slowly lifted your head to the feeling of him stroking his fingers up-and-down your back. "Yeah, yeah, I'm okay." You began to get up, moving to sit in one of the closeby chairs. "I can take this jewellery off now, right? Please?"

"Of course, of course." He said, even helping you take the straps down. "It didn't hurt you at all, did it? Because I could kiss it better, maybe." He winked at you.

"No, it doesn't hurt. It's just so fucking intense." You said.

He held it by the elastic. "I'll have to go back to the website to see how to clean this properly. Come on, let's get you somewhere more comfortable. How do you feel?"

"I'm good. That was quite the welcome home."

Your legs were still feeling a bit shaky when you got back to the bed. He laid down with you, one arm wrapped around you while he reached for something with the other. He placed the menu in front of your face and you took it.

He kissed you on the cheek. "Pick what you want."

You were smiling to yourself as you opened it, you weren't quite sure where to start. "Can I get some food?"

"Of course, baby. Do you wanna go get something or can I make you something?" He asked.

"Can I have a bowl of mac and cheese?"

"That's it?"

"Yeah." You said with a shrug. "What did you think I was gonna ask for, a four course meal, something made from scratch?"

He shook his head. "Mac and cheese coming right up." He gave you a quick kiss on the lips before getting up. He pulled on some clothes before leaving the room.

You didn't wait long before leaving as well, dressing yourself in a shirt and comfortable panties. You went back to your pink suitcase, this time you didn't get distracted from locating your gift for him.

"Okay, give me more than five seconds to make it." He said as you walked into the kitchen. "I haven't even gotten the water to boil yet."

"Good, that means you've got time for me to give you your gift now." You said, holding the small package out of sight behind your back.

"Ooh, yes." He turned away from the stove at once.

You placed it in the palm of his hand and he tore the paper away to reveal a beaded necklace. He lifted up the minimalist design, looking at the gemstones in the light.

"Do you like it?" You asked. "I know that you're literally the last person in the world who needs a new necklace, you could get any, even designer shit. But I- that's the gemstone for my star sign, so I thought you might like to wear it when we're apart and I also thought it would look really good on you."

"I love it. Thank you, kitten." He said, instantly undoing the small clasp so that he could place the accessory around his neck. "I'm gonna wear it all the time."

You smiled, enjoying how the coloured stones looked on his skin. "It's kind of a similar idea to yours, a little reminder of me, just not sexual."

"And it's perfect." He said, pecking you on the lips. "How does it look?"

"Gorgeous." You said. "I'm so happy that you like it."

"How could I not? I love everything and anything that gives me an excuse to think about you. 'Cause I love you."

You wrapped your arms around his waist, further distracting him from making your food because you wanted to kiss him more. "I love you too."

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅──╮

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bookish-huntress-art · 3 months

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A little throwback to celebrate The Magnus Protocol release!

(designs available to download as lockscreens/wallpaper here and to buy as prints here!)

The Eye - The Corruption - The Web - The Stranger - The Spiral - The Flesh - The Hunt - The Vast - The Dark - The Desolation - The Slaughter - The Lonely - The Buried - The End

#and I still have some bonus ones to post here now that i think about it!#the magnus archives #magpod #tma #the magnus protocol #tma fanart #tma tarot #the magnus archives tarot

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sachisarkive · 9 months

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Seventeen Rec List

[Seventeen TBR List]

Partner Privileges by @blue-jisungs

PDA Preferences by @modevernon

You as Their Lockscreens by @shumyungho

You Having Another pc In Your Phone Case by @fairyhaos

→ SCOUPS:

Boyfriend Headcannons by @sweetkpopmusings

A Helping Hand by @heartsfromia

Double Shot Espresso by @cheollipop

Morning Routine by @haonote

Willingly by @rollingubeomgyu

Valentine's Note by @woboohao

Random Thoughts about Being in a Relationship with Seungcheol by @/bluejeanstrash

Push It Down (Sooner or Later It All Comes Out) by @dontflailmenow

Corruption Kink by @toruro

Best Sleepover Ever by @jae-bummer

Hello Tutorial by @97-liners

Boy, You Write Your Name (I Can Do the Same) by @/97-liners

[ 5:02 AM ] by @slytherinshua

Track 02 by @ressonancee

Redamancy by @rubywonu

Lavender by @cheolhub

Lazy Days by @shuadrive

You Gotta Keep it Quiet for Me by @jaemified

You're No Longer in Bed with Him by @bluejeanstrash

When He Finds Out that You're Sick Through the Internet (pt 2) by @wonwoonlight

As His Natal Chart by @ssentimentals

[ 10:58 ] by @gyuswhore

In the Eye of the Beholder by @/cheolism

Reliable (pt2) by @ncteez

Remind me by @/milfgyuu

Matilda by @milfgyuu

First "I love you" by @bluejeanstrash

She's in the Rain by @onlymingyus

Bite that Lip by @beahae

Thirst Trap by @lovelyhan

Down Bad (So so Bad) by @/lovelyhan

Even Bandaids are No Good for Heartaches by @leechanpremacy

For You the World by @cheolism

Towards the Sun by @/cheolism

Tomorrow Tonight by @cheolbooluvr

→ Joshua:

Joshua is the Kind of Friend... by @userjuyo

→ Mingyu:

Just the Tip by @/cheolhub

→ Wonwoo:

GG by @jae-bummer

Comfort by @blue-jisungs

→ Vernon:

Risk it All by @sluttywoozi

→ Minghao:

No Matter by @rubywonu

→ Dino:

A Pleasant Surprise by @ssentimentals

→ DK:

Nothing yet!

→ Jeonghan:

Nothing yet!

→ Seungkwan:

Nothing yet!

→ Hoshi:

Nothing yet!

→ Woozi:

Nothing yet!

→ Jun:

Nothing yet!

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blackswan446 · 3 months

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CORRUPTED || eleven.

𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 ✩✩✩

the library was quiet and nearly empty. the soft pattering of rain on the glass windows was the only audible sound, as you silently read over your notes and highlighted things in your textbook. hoseok, who had gotten up to grab something off the printer, hadn't returned yet, leaving you totally alone at the table.

hoseok.

your wonderful, caring, happy best friend.

you had a feeling that something wasn't right. these days, he just looked drained. his eyes were tired, and were always accompanied by a ring of darkness underneath. he moved slowly, which was concerning compared to his usual upbeat demeanor. his attitude had changed too, which was what alarmed you the most. he tried to act the same, still attempting to crack jokes and make plans. but his smiles seemed fake and forced, like he was putting up a front of normalcy to conceal a deeper issue.

whenever you had tried to confront him about it, gently asking if he was feeling alright or if he needed to take a break, he just plastered on another phony smile and brushed it off. "i'm fine, [n/n]. just stressed from school. don't worry about me, alright?" he reassured, patting your shoulder and turning back to his books. you pondered the situation as you watched the raindrops run down the cool glass, but were shaken from your concentration by a buzz from your phone. picking it up, you looked at the text on the lockscreen.

Yoongi

I'm here

he had agreed to pick you up a few hours after school ended, much to his dismay. even he seemed a little bit off, always asking where you were and weirdly bringing hoseok into every situation, and not in a good way. more than once, he had indirectly accused you of cheating on him with hoseok. it never got less shocking to you, no matter how many times he said it. cheating was an act of betrayal on a different level than the rest, one you wouldn't dream of doing to anyone, and the fact that he would think you were capable of such an atrocity offended you. regardless of that, if he had spent just a second around hoseok, he would know that cheating wasn't something he would ever participate in, no matter the situation.

you began to pack up your belongings, making sure to move quickly before yoongi got mad at you. just as you were about to stand up and exit the small study room, hoseok appeared back at the door, eyeing you as you tried to leave. "where are you going?" he asked, his face looking like that of a sad puppies'. he leaned against the left side of the door frame, clutching his freshly printed paper.

"yoongi's here, i have to go." you explained, moving more towards the door. as you tried to exit by towards the right side of the door, past hoseok, he put his arm up and blocked the way. "who cares? you should stay for a big longer. he can wait." he begged, arm unmoving as you tried to push through. "i want to, hoseok, i really do. but he'll get upset if he has to wait for me." you said, furrowing your brows at his new and foreign attitude.

"he's always mad at you, [n/n]. why? doesn't he know that you have a life to live, your own friends?" he questioned, the paper he was once clutching in his hand now falling to the ground. "besides, you're always together. he's fine to wait for a little while, i promise." he said, his expression serious as he threw questions at you. what had gotten into him.

"hoseok, stop. i'm sorry, but i need to leave. i'll talk to you later, alright?" you stammered, looking into his eyes. you noticed now, that the happy sparkle he once held in them was gone, veiled by a blanket of darkness. you ducked under his arm, which was still propped up on the door frame, and scurried out of the library.

hoseok sighed harshly, the ink of guilt staining his conscience. he knew he slipped up. he looked around the room, and at the seat you were in just a minute before. "fuck!" he grumbled, kicking the small plastic garbage bin over onto its side. he stood for another minute, waiting until he thought you were far enough out of the library. then, turning sharply on his heel, stalked out of the library and into the hallway.

it was easy enough to retrace your steps, after all, you two walked this route nearly every day. he walked quickly, until he turned the corner and saw you at the far end of the hallway. now treading silently, he followed behind you until the both of you turned into the last hallway before the main entrance.

he heard your footsteps stop, and for a minute, he was preparing to sprint back to the library. he heard two people talking quietly, but neither of them were your voice. a third, shy, voice joined the two, interrupting their conversation.

hoseok swiftly backtracked and rushed back into the hallway he was just in, ducking behind the wall. he poked his head out, just enough so he could make out what was going on. he saw three people; you, yoongi, and the other girl he was walking along with.

yoongi turned away from the girl, who looked to be about your age and height. what really sickened him was the flirtatious smirk yoongi had on his face as he started talking to you. "hey, [name]. i was just looking for you." he said, reaching out to wrap his arm around you. you greeted him quietly and sank uncomfortably into his embrace.

"we have to get going now, eunsoo, but i hope your exam goes well. remember what i told you, alright?" he said, flashing his signature smirk and patting the girl's shoulder with his free hand. the girl giggled and agreed, skipping back down the hallway she had just walked through. "took you long enough." he grunted, turning to walk back the way he came. "how was your day?" he asked, as hoseok moved from his safe spot behind the wall and followed silently behind the both of you.

"it was fine." you faltered, "who was that?" you asked, not looking him in the eyes. he glanced down at you, and back forward as he continued strolling. "eunsoo. she's in my math class." he answered curtly. "oh."

he stopped walking, prompting hoseok to duck behind any free object, which meant that he was now crouching down behind a trash can that had so conveniently been left there by maintence staff. "don't tell me you're jealous." he said, and at your silence, scoffed. "oh, come on, [name]. are you seriously jealous right now?" he asked, annoyed.

"i'm not jealous, yoongi. i was just wondering, because you seemed really comfortable around her. that's all." you defended, still refusing to meet his eyes. he scoffed again. just as he did so, hoseok moved his arm in a way that caused it to bump into the plastic garbage can, and make a loud bang sound. he covered his mouth with his hand, scared to make any more noise than he already had.

you and yoongi whipped your heads to the side to see the noise. "what was that?" you wondered aloud. "don't try and change the subject. why are you jealous?" he asked. then, a look of fake realization came over his face and he nodded slowly. "oh, i get it. i'm not allowed to have any female friends, right? but you can have all the guy friends in the world?" he asked, smiling out of disbelief. hoseok's heart sank, and he had a feeling he was about to hear something he wasn't going to like.

"that's not what i think-"

"no, no. let me get this straight. you're allowed to go all around with that guy, and hang all over him, but i'm not allowed to have a simple conversation with a female friend?!" he exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air. you looked him in the eyes for the first time in this conversation, piercing his gaze with your own. "that guy? i know you're not talking about hoseok right now, yoongi." you said angrily. he rolled his eyes at you. "the fact that you think i would even consider cheating on you is disgusting by itself, but you also consider hoseok that much of a low-life?! you know, you make me sick sometimes." you spat.

yoongi laughed at your remark, shaking his head. "well if caring about my relationship and not wanting my girlfriend to cheat on me makes me a sick person, then so. fucking. be it." he said slowly. you sighed, aggravated and tired. you put your forehead into your hands and closed your eyes, fighting back the tears that pricked your lids. hoseok's heart clenched at the sight of your distress, and he so badly wanted to jump out and pull you away from that bastard.

yoongi, who could tell that he fucked up, sighed again. he put his hand on your shoulder gingerly, and slowly pulled you into his arms. you sobbed quietly into his shoulder and he patted your back. "i'm sorry, baby, i really am." he cooed. the fake sweetness and remorse in his voice almost made hoseok throw up right there. "i'm just tired, alright? i didn't mean to snap like that. i'm sorry." he said, continuing to rub your back as you sniffled.

you looked up at him, watery eyes and all. "and that girl?" you asked. you knew it might not be wise to bring her up again, but it would nag you if you didn't ask. he sighed and put his hand under your chin. "she's just a friend, [n/n], not even that. i've never spoken to her before this. i promise, okay?" he said, rubbing his thumb on your cheek. hoseok could spot a lie from a mile away, and this was no exception. he heard the way they talked to each other, saw how close they were. he knew.

you nodded your head, too exhausted and stressed to argue any more. "so will you let me bring you home now?" he asked, wiping a stray tear from your face. you quietly agreed, and he, with his arms still holding you, started walking to the door. hoseok listened, as your footsteps grew further and further away. standing up from his cramped position behind the bin, he stormed back to the library.

in short, he was seething. that was the worst he'd ever seen him treat you, and this was in a public place! he didn't want to imagine the things he's said and done in private. as livid as he was, he couldn't help but think of the way you had stood up for him against yoongi's accusations. yes, it warmed his heart, and yes, it made him love you even more, but at the end of the day, it was just another reminder.

"you also consider hoseok that much of a low-life?! you know, you make me sick sometimes."

you trusted him. you knew that he wouldn't ever pursue you while you were with yoongi.

the contrast of thoughts and emotions made his head spin.

now he faced the most difficult decision he had ever had to make.

did he keep your trust, stick to his morals, and play it safe?

or,

did he finally conquer the demons that have been haunting him all this time?

✩✩✩ 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃

#yandere bts #yandere hoseok #yandere jung hoseok #yandere bts x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere kpop #yandere kpop x reader #bts #bts fanfic #bts fic #fanfic #jung hoseok #jhope #bts hoseok #jhope x reader

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pluviophile-imagines · 1 year

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Ur little villain hawks drabble thing single handedly revived my fixation on him that's been dead for almost a year now(and also I'm reminded of what horikoshi could've done w his character😭)

That last bit SAMEEEE lmfaooo right before I made this blog (which is coming up on three years ago) I was a MASSIVE hawks girlie, like he was my profile pic on discord for a year straight (like. Five diff fanarts) and he was my lockscreen for even longer. I shipped him hard w Dabi, rlly thought he was gonna go down a corruption path and defect but unfortunately I gave Hori too much credit.

This was during the time in the manga between his intro and Twice’s murder so I fully hoped he’d have a more interesting arc but he has Failed Me man. I’m poking him w a stick going “do something interesting asshole” and then the something interesting he decides to do is like. Police brutality and abuse apologia 😐 luckily I am an author and I can think about him going off the rails and becoming a murderous thief like his old man (except hot) despite his unfortunate canon self.

#ask.🌧#anon #i will not put this in my hawks tag it’s mostly bitching #but MAN he’s the biggest case of Hori dropping the ball imo #the way he handled lady nagant was a fucking disgrace like #bro!!!!! brooooo!!!!!!!#and again all the endeavor stuff 🤢

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memento-morri-writes · 2 years

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for the blorbo of your choosing: if they had a phone, what would it look like? like what kind of lockscreen, case, contact photos etc

Hi Meg!! Thanks for the ask, and happy Blorbo Blursday! (and expect some blorbo asks in your inbox shortly!!)

Fallon's phone would be really well organized. Everyone in her contacts has first and last names, and either a nice picture of them or just the default initials as their pic. Her home screen / lockscreen is something nice and aesthetic, but not distracting. Maybe just a picture of a rose, or a subtle pattern. Her case would be similar -- pretty but also functional. If you know the hard cases you can get from Redbubble, something like that. Has a nice pattern, but also does a good job of protecting the phone. Uses abbreviations and stuff while typing, but also always has correct punctuation.

Kristopher's phone would be a mess. Contacts are first name only, and no contact photos whatsoever. Lockscreen is probably something chaotic he took while drunk one time and never changed. Case would be something really simple. Probably just a solid color. Does its job, that's it. Case definitely has some scratches, maybe the screen is cracked. Texts are readable, but chaotic.

Ashlin would have emojis next to everyone's contact name, and half of them would be sarcastic nicknames. (She's the one who would have people named "Asshole #1, Asshole #2, Bitch", etc. in her phone.) Their friends would have contact photos, probably taken without their knowledge, like when they're asleep, or cropped versions of chaotic group selfies. Their home/lock screen would be either A) a chaotic group photo, or B) an inside joke with themself. Her phone or at leas the case would have some scratches or cracks. They probably have gone through more phones than everyone else, cause she keeps doing reckless stuff. Texts in as many abbreviations as possible.

Dorian's lockscreen would be a very pretty nature photo. His contacts would be first name, and maybe last initial if he knew more than one person with that name. Contact photos of the people he knows well / his friends. Texts with proper grammar, spelling, and punctuation, at least at first. Ashlin would try and corrupt him.

Theo's lockscreen would be either a really cute picture of an animal, or maybe it would be of Squish. They would have contacts by first name only, but they all have contact photos, and maybe some emojis. A good, protective case in a nice color, since they're pretty clumsy and likely to drop their phone. Is clumsy as hell, but has somehow never broken or cracked a phone. Uses some abbreviations when texting, but only really common ones. Prefers keyboard emoticons to emojis when texting.

#mr-writes #Morrigan replies #blorbo blursday #what if tag #oc phone tag

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luv4new · 1 year

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don’t be loud

heeseung x f!reader (with 02 line appearing at the end)ㅤ|ㅤgenre: smut, friends with benefits au, college auㅤ|ㅤwarnings: curse words, mutual masturbation, semi-public sex, oral sex (f. rec), unprotected sex, creampieㅤ|ㅤwc: 2.1kㅤ|ㅤnote: maybe i can write a prequel or sequel for this one? if anyone is interested!

in the middle of the class lecture, your attention to your professor was taken away by the sound of the notification beep on your phone. you check the message preview on your lockscreen.

heeseung: hey, wanna fuck?

this guy can't be serious, you thought. discreetly, you lowered your phone below your desk to avoid being noticed by your professor in front of you, though you were in the 4th row too.

you: dude i'm literally in class right now

heeseung: but i'm so horny :(((

you: don't you have class?

heeseung: not until 4pm. i'm otw to picking you up right now.

your friends-with-benefits relationship with heeseung started one fateful drunken night where the two of you slept together for the first time. heeseung, being a kind friend, always walked you home to your apartment whenever your group of friends drink together. sometimes the two of you would walk with jay or sunghoon but it was the first night you and heeseung were alone.

usually, he'd walk you up until the entrance of your apartment but he was so drunk that he walked you to your unit's door. your state wasn't any better than him. after having n shots of tequila, you were a little more touchy and clingy to him the whole night. as you try to bid goodbye, you kiss his cheek and followed it with a kiss on his lips. then everything else escalated after that. the next morning was awkward, but then you two slept again later that day. the two of you discussed that both of you weren't ready for a relationship so you settled on being fuck buddies because the sex was too good.

none of your friends know about your sexual relationship with heeseung. it was only between the two of you. after a month of sleeping together, you learned that heeseung, the quiet guy, has a high sex drive. he'd call for you almost everyday. when you weren't in the mood, you'll just send him a nude pic or a closeup of your pussy and it'd be enough for him to work with his hands. but there were days he really wants to do it so he'd show up unannounced to your apartment, and now he showed up to your class.

your were busy texting heeseung on your phone to notice your professor dismissing the class. you hurriedly stood up from your seat to meet heeseung who was waiting outside. he spotted you first among the crowd of students, walking up to you.

"let's go. i know a place." he whispered to your ear before taking your hand to walk with him.

"hey! aren't you even going to let me agree or not?" you resisted so he stopped on his tracks.

"you're not in the mood?" it was the most basic rule for the two of you. he won't do anything to you without your consent.

"uhm..."

you tried to think of reasons to disagree but nothing came up. originally, you were unsure of hooking up in school grounds because you've never done it before but at the same time, it intrigued you.

"are you sure we have to do it now? we can just do it after your class."

heeseung glanced down at your outfit. feeling more aroused at the sight of your thighs under your tight mini skirt. he can already envision his desires to corrupt you—his fingers, mouth, and dick under your pretty mini skirt.

"no, i want you now."

you arrived at a vacant laboratory room at another building. heeseung made sure to lock the door and kept the lights dim. he helped you sit on top of one of the steel tables, pulling your body closer to the edge and pressing it to his. he started kissing you with fervor, sloppy open-mouthed kisses. you kissed him back with the same energy, savoring the rush of the moment.

your hand creeped inside his joggers to free his cock. you broke away from the kiss momentarily, spitting on your hand before wrapping your fingers around his cock, rubbing it slow and teasing the slit to stimulate him more. heeseung moaned in the kiss from your actions as his member slowly rose up and hardened in arousal. he wanted to return the favor so his fingers went under your skirt, pushing your underwear aside to rub your wet folds. you broke the kiss, sweet moans leave your lips at the contact of his fingers to your core.

"are you sure we aren't going to get caught?" his lips moved to your exposed neck, showering it with wet kisses.

"just don't be loud." heeseung smirked, teasing you for being the more vocal between you two. you squeezed his dick on your hand in revenge, earning a whine from him.

he tapped your thighs, signaling for it to open your legs. you did so, lying down on the table with your legs wide open and feet at the edge of the table, like an open invitation. he pushed your mini skirt higher to reach your underwear. he can already smell your arousal and he licked his lips upon seeing your core glimmering with your fluids. pushing your underwear to the side, he didn’t waste any time to feed on it, licking your folds with his tongue. his tongue turned its focus to your clit and made space to slide his middle finger inside you. wet, slick sounds of his tongue lapping on your core and your breathless faint moans filled the room.

“fuck shit- heeseung!” you cried loudly when he inserted another finger inside of you, thrusting it in a fast motion.

when you curse his name, he knows it's a good sign that you're lost in pleasure because of him, that he's responsible for that beautiful sound of yours. but as much as he loved hearing your moans and whimpers, he kept reminding you to stay quiet and you had no choice but go obey, using your hand to cover your mouth while the other was gripping on his hair.

you silently screamed when you felt him suck aggressively on your clit. it sent an electric shock to every nerve of your body. you grind on his face, back arching from the table, while he ate you out. he took out the fingers that were once inside you, to gently push your torso down, keeping you in place.

"heeseung, i'm gonna- gonna cum." you whispered in between your heavy breaths, raising your head from the table to look at him.

"fuck- wait. not yet. not without me."

"we don't have time." you whined, annoyed that he unintentionally denied your orgasm when he pulled away.

"just trust me. stand up."

with your legs a little weak from his eating you out, heeseung had to help you get off the table. he flipped you around to bend you over the table, your cheek shoved on the cold steel surface. it was your favorite position because it's perfect for his slightly curved dick to hit all your heavenly spots, and he also knew it makes you come the fastest, other than eating you out. you heard him shuffling his bag, hurriedly looking for a condom packet hidden somewhere.

"it's safe today. we can do it without it."

"are you sure?"

he paused from searching his bag. his cock twitched at the thought of fucking you raw, no rubber, feeling your insides and juices on him directly. even without looking at him, you knew he was smiling like a fool.

"yes, i checked it before coming here so just fuck me already."

"y/n, you're the best!"

using a mix of his saliva and precum, heeseung pumped his dick a few times before entering you. he moaned as he felt your wet and warm insides swallow him fully. god he loves that feeling so much. heeseung held you on your waist as he started thrusting in a steady pace. you covered your mouth to stop yourself from being a whining mess, but the sounds of your skin slapping and your hushed moans were loud enough to be heard in the whole room.

just then, a person's voice and footsteps approaching from the hallway made the two of you pause. much to your surprise, heeseung started thrusting again slowly, pulling it out almost completely and pushing it until his pelvis hit yours. a moan threatened to escape your lips, so he stretched out his hand and covered your mouth. you shot him a look, and heeseung gave a sly smirk with his index finger near his face, telling you to be quiet as if he's not the reason for your noise. when the hallway became quiet again, he resumed a fast pace. transferring his hand on your mouth to your clit, rubbing it, building up your climax.

"heeseung, i think i'm close..."

he knew it after he felt you clenching him more and more. waves of spasm ran through your body, shaking in bliss, as you reached your high. the heat from your release stimulated him to go faster, to chase after his orgasm, although it became sloppier the closer he reached his climax. heeseung sighed as he came inside you, coating your walls with his warm semen. he thrusted a few times to ride out his high before he collapsed on top of you, his face resting near yours. the two of you stared at each other with half-lidded eyes, panting to regulate your breath, and beads of sweat dribble on the side of your faces.

"heeseung, get off me." you nudged him.

"hm?" heeseung, drunk from the orgasm, still haven't pulled out.

"isn't it 4pm already-"

knock knock.

this awakened heeseung and the two of you looked at each other in shock. you nudged him again, pushing him off you. heeseung scrambled to wear his pants and took out wet tissues from his bag. you almost kicked him in panic while he wiped the traces of his cum on your thighs. you also sprinkled some alcohol in the area, in attempt to mask the smell of your recent sexual activity, and tried to fix both of your messy hair. soon you heard the keys on the door but you were still wiping the transferred lipstick on heeseung's face during your makeout. the door sprung open and the room was lit.

"hey heeseung!"

"oh, y/n’s also here!"

you sighed in relief upon seeing familiar faces enter the room. jay and sunghoon stood on the opposite side of the table while jake stood beside you, which made you unconsciously take a step back, moving closer to heeseung, afraid that he might notice something.

"i thought heeseung was with a girl. it could've been fun to expose him." jay snickered.

"come on, it's y/n. that'll never happen, right?" jake said and they all looked at you, waiting for your answer. you didn’t know why you hesitated for a second before replying.

"psh, me and this loser? i could do better." you tried to laugh it off and send a look to heeseung to do the same but he only smiled. you coughed before changing the topic. "um, you weren't waiting outside the whole time earlier?"

"we just came from the storage room to get the other equipment for our experiment while heeseung sets it up. did you?" sunghoon replied to you then turned to heeseung.

heeseung looked down, avoiding their gaze. "well, i think i rambled too much to y/n about the experiment that i forgot to do it...?"

"ugh, we told you to start already so we would finish it today!"

all three of them groaned in frustration and started scolding heeseung. you were worried for a second about his excuse but they seemed to have bought it. still, you kinda felt guilty for contributing to his friends’ disappointment. while they were scolding him, you took this as your chance to escape.

"uh, guys, i'll get going now. good luck on your experiment!"

"y/n, wait."

you were halfway to the door when heeseung walked up to you. his fingers grabbed the hem of your skirt to pull it down from each side at the same time, while maintaining eye contact with you. your face turned red at the touch of his fingers, eyes locked at him because you were too shy go face the other guys. you just had sex with this man but this felt like the most intimate thing you’d done. maybe because the other guys were watching and he's never this affectionate in public.

"your skirt is too short." when he stood up straight, he leaned and whispered on your ear. "let's meet again later."

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