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acapelladitty · 2 months

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Waylon Jones/Reader: Concern

Summary: Even in the midst of passion, Waylon remains as careful as ever.

Despite all the preparation, his tongue having long since licked every possible inch of your cunt with its animalistic texture - a little physical boon which still had your legs twitching minutes after he had finished eating you out like the finest meal - it was still a difficult fit.

"M'not hurting you?" Waylon asked, his question so low and growled that it was almost easy to mistake it as little more than a noise as it rolled free of his lips.

Wrapping your hands around the back of his head as you lowered yourself another half-inch down onto the cock that felt like it was threatening to rip you apart, you gave him a strained smile as you masaaged your fingers across the hardened skin of his neck.

"It's so thick," you purred, "that I think I'll be ruined for anyone else. Forever."

"Didn't answer me." Not missing a beat, Waylon paused his hips as they circled beneath your cunt, his natural instinct to stretch you out making his movements stuttered, and the concern etched on his face forced you to relent your teasing.

"I've never felt pressure like it." You confessed with a breathy moan. "I can feel the muscles burning as they stretch and the heat of your cock against them. I can feel every one of those lovely little ridges which decorate the shaft. It's," you pause to search for the right words, "quite a lot. But it's so good."

A rumble in his chest is his answer and he continues his slow ascent, raising his hips enough to push his cock another inch and the scorching stretch claws your fingers into his neck even deeper. What must be a slight pinch against the leathery skin draws a smile from his lips, exposing razor sharp, stained teeth that you can easily imagine puncturing through your vulnerable skin - the thought enough to draw a fresh moan and shudder down your spine.

He pulls himself almost free, the drag of each ridge of his cock making your walls feel like they're being dragged along with him as every millimetre was subjected to wicked torment. Holding it for a moment before pushing back in, you both found that the movement was a little easier due to the forced give of the muscles.

A calloused thumb dropped into the space between you, his other clawed hand remaining tight against your hips, and a keen of pure pleasure escaped you as his thumb spreads your slit to rub gently along your clit.

"Waylon-" His name is hard on your lips, at once a prayer and a curse as the extra stimulation makes your body stiffen in place - cunt, if possible, growing tighter around his cock as you pushed yourself into his curious thumb.

"Nice and slow." Waylon grumbled, clearly enjoying himself even as you see the slight twitch of strain in his eye as he held himself back from devouring you in the ways that his beastial urges demanded. "And all mine."

"Yes." You confirm with a pleasurable sigh, willing to wait until it was safe for him to indulge himself even as the thought of it made your limbs shudder in anticipation. "All yours."

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seacottons · 3 years

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illusion — k.hj x reader

pairing: hongjoong x reader

wc: 1k

notes: this is a stupid mess, sorry. uni!au. soccerplayer!hj. soccerplayer!reader. highly suggestive dialogue.

synopsis: "gross, joong! it’s hot and sticky, and it’s all over my hair!”

“stop complaining, and stand still, will you?” hongjoong mused in annoyance.

in the other room, yunho and mingi cease their silent studying session to peer at each other in an uncomfortable silence.

“please tell me i heard wrong, mingi.”

Muffled moans bounced off the walls of the apartment, clipped yelps occasionally interjecting the breathy sounds. Quirking a brow, Yunho peered over from his spot on the bed, laptop in his lap, to the male sitting across from him in the gaming chair.

The red-haired male's head bopped gently with the music blasting from his large headphones as he typed away at his own laptop. Pulling one side of his headphones away from his head, Yunho stilled to inspect the source of the noise. Another moan rung out, and his head snapped up to the closed door suspiciously, eyes practically bulging from their sockets.

"Mingi," he whisper-yelled to the oblivious red-head, the tips of his ears flushing red. Did the other two not realize he was home? He hastily swung his sock-clad feet onto the floorboards, laptop thrown to the side of his bed as he scrambled up. He underestimated the strained position he's been sitting in for the past hour, and his large frame collapsed onto the floor, both legs asleep and good as dead-weight.

The vibration of the thud caught Mingi's attention, and he turned his head back to give a the squirming Yunho a quizzical look. Peeling his headphones off his head, Mingi swiveled his chair, essay forgotten and stood to stretch his limbs, spine popping about three times.

"What are you doing on the floor?"

Yunho opened his mouth to reply when another groan interrupted him.

"Stand still, will you?" Hongjoong muffled voice mused in annoyance.

"No! This is gross, Joong! It's hot and sticky, and it's all over my hair," a broken whine left your mouth, "I should've never agreed to this."

In the other room, Yunho and Mingi cease their silent studying session to peer at each other in an uncomfortable silence. Mingi's jaw is slack, threatening to snap at any second as he eyes his blonde friend, arms awkwardly hanging in the air. Yunho's face contorts into a grimace either from the conversation in the other room or because of the painful pin and needles sensation shooting through his legs.

"Stop complaining," they heard Hongjoong growl, "You're the one who demanded to put my fingers to good use!"

"Yeah, but it fucking hurts!"

"You're just too tense. Loosen up a little and it'll feel good, I promise."

Mingi's face pales considerably.

"Please tell me I heard wrong.."

A broken moan startled the two men, and Mingi pulled Yunho up by the collar of his sweatshirt, hands jostling his frame rapidly, "We can't let him take advantage of Y/N like that, Yunho!"

Before Yunho could pipe out a reply, the red-head is scrambling to the door, hand practically ripping the doorknob out of the frame as he swung it harshly, footsteps booming as he marched into the living room threateningly.

"Kim Hongjoong, you disgusting pig! I didn't take you for a—" Mingi spluttered at the sight in front of him, confusion taking over his features as the words died in his mouth. Two pairs of eyes stared back in confusion. His mouth hung open, closing twice, before falling ajar once again, "I— I didn't.. uhm. I thought— forget it. What are you doing?"

You shared a look of bewilderment with Hongjoong before shifting your gaze to the stunned red-head.

"What are you shouting for?" You mumble, face scrunching up in a grimace as Hongjoong worked more of the hot cream onto your neck and shoulder, his other hand tugging your shirt just enough to expose your upper arm.

"You thought what? And why am I a disgusting pig?" Hongjoong asked curiously, brows furrowed as he dug his thumb onto the knots on your neck, "Y/N, I don't think coach will let you play this Friday with a sprained shoulder."

"Bullshit. He won't know it's this bad. You'll vouch for me though, right," you asked angrily, earning you a miffed laugh from the male above.

"Nice try," he mused, "As if I'll let you play when I know you're injured."

"Bastard."

"I love you too."

Mingi stood tall and awkward in the middle of your shared living space, averting his gaze as a red-hot blush of shame overwhelmed his features. A hand reached up to rub the back of his neck, the male embarrassed by his naive ignorance.

Yunho, finally having enough circulation in his legs, stepped out of the room to see what exactly had Mingi shutting up that quickly. The sight of you sprawled belly down onto the couch with Hongjoong rubbing menthol muscle ointment onto your neck and shoulder has him mentally face-palming.

The two of you were still in your blue soccer uniforms, grass stains marking the '81' and '17' on your shirts. Your dirty soccer cleats were thrown messily by the front door, specks of dirt and grass littering the floor.

"Mingi, instead of staring at me like an open-mouthed goldfish, why don't you hand me the muscle patch on the table?" Hongjoong eyed the taller, his eyes then flickering over to Yunho, "What? Why are you two acting so strange?"

"N-nothing." Yunho let out a dry laugh before clearing his throat as he watched Mingi peel open the muscle pain patch for Hongjoong, who carefully stuck it onto your sore muscles, "We— we, uh... Mingi and I just wanted to let you know that.. Mingi! What was it again?"

The mentioned male startled at the sudden question, shoulders tensing as he mentally scrambled to find a rational explanation, "Yes! We— We're going out to eat!"

Yunho merely gave him an unamused glance, the corners of his lips threatening to quirk up, "And we're going to visit the library to finish our project there."

"Okay.." Hongjoong drawled out slowly, confused eyes flickering from the blonde and the red-head. The blue-haired man helped you sit up, adjusting the pillows behind your back whilst periodically taking brief glances at the two tall males scrambling out of the door with a hasty goodbye, "See you la—"

A moment of silence passes.

"What was that all about?"

"Beats me," Hongjoong answered, suddenly pausing to gaze at the door in deep thought whilst rubbing a patch of skin on your inner thigh. You have a gnawing feeling in the pit of your stomach on what his next words will be, "Since those two are going to be gone for a while, do you-"

His words die in his throat as you slot your lips over his own, arms pulling him down atop of your frame for a searing kiss, ignorant to the throbbing pain in your shoulder.

#ateez x reader #ateez reactions #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #hongjoong x reader #hongjoong imagines #mingi imagines #yunho imagines

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