#it’s like he’s saying close your fucking eyes 🫵🫵🫵

[mattodore]

i circle around you, a wild animal near a fire

#me roughly an hour after saying i’m not going back into photoshop today: opens photoshop #jerma going no chat come on i'm not gonna do that . and then doing that #river dipping #ts4 #ts4 edit #simblr #theodore doe #matthias evanoff #a burning house to live in #echthroi #THEY ARE SOOOOOOO BUNNY AND WOLF HERE LIKE THEY NEED LITTLE EARS 🗣️🗣️🗣️ #IF I COULD DRAW WELL….. KNOW THAT I WOULD HAVE GIVEN THEM SOME!!! #also if you’re thinking uhhhh river are they… you know…? 😁 they are <3 this is easily my favorite ww animation bc of this exact part #moving past that i edited these with esther in mind bc theo with long hair is kind of tearing my life apart atm too... #and i think i actually really love drawing hair strands now. all it took was giving theo long hair and i'm just. obsessed. #yeah they take me like thirty fucking minutes and i’m screaming and biting my own hands the whole time but . #doesn’t theo look good :) #and... lmao. i could’ve edited the screenshot of matthias where he’s looking directly at theo #but i like the !! sudden jolt when you go to the next screenshot and it looks like he’s staring straight at you 🫵 #it’s like he’s saying close your fucking eyes 🫵🫵🫵 #......i finished this edit at 12pm but it's just been sitting in my drafts this whole time while i try to come up with a caption dfjknkhn #i'm giving in and just using a matthias core quote for it

[wondeurwall]

Idk if u've seen rafayel's new oracle story BUT IT HAS BEEN PLAGUING MY MIND

"What if i make it up to you like this yeah?"

MAKE UP SEX WITH RAFAYEL.

TELL ME DO YOU THINK THEY'LL HAVE IT OFTEN?? But ones in a more playful sort of way not really full on arguments if you get what i mean 😩💗💗

oh my god please, nonnie, rafayel's oracle story is literally the only thing on my mind. i've been so unwell

i went in with one dream and spent everything i had because my luck is abysmal. and, the worst part?? I CAN'T EVEN BE UPSET ABOUT IT 😭🫵🏻 it wasn't what i expected. it's kind of funny ASKDDJKD!! i thought it'd be myth related. instead, i was blessed with rafayel.... kisses... 🥰

itty bitty nsfw 🔞 mdni.

rafayel would 100% down for playful makeup sex 😵‍💫💕 honestly, he'd pull any kind of excuse just to get you undressed and fucked out in bliss. he loves how pretty you look when you cum 💕 even more when he and you can get a good laugh in between because he'd appreciate lightheartedness in intimacy. after all, he wouldn't have sex with anyone else! he needs trust to do those sweet, silly things too, and he can only ever do that with you.

because i think he'd find a lot of fun with it, he'd do it often, but the sex doesn't necessarily need to be absolutely mind-blowing once initiated. banter is fun, even better when it leads to sex, but he just loves being close like that: naked and a tangled mess of limbs with the warmth coming from your body to his.

he's a night owl, so he's unintentionally ignoring your texts. maybe, even misses a few phone calls or immediately ends an incoming one, thinking it's an alarm he set up before. part of the day goes by and you're coming into his home to make sure he's doing alright. there's no use in pretending that you aren't upset. because you are upset! you didn't hear from him 💔 but, you find that he's just now out of bed after finishing a new piece of art.

"were you asleep this whole time?" you ask.

he rambles on about a sudden inspiration he had and that, "it'd be wrong to rest when the idea was too good."

you listen, nod, but truthfully some of his words go in and out the other ear. you frown at him. and, when he asks why you have that look on your face, you're quick to say, "i'm sure you can figure out why."

he knows. of course, he knows. he reads you well, just like you do him. then, his shoulders are a little hunched over, and he's laughing!

"i've really spoiled you," he says softly. his hands are on your hips the next second, pulling you close. "mm, why not let me make it up to you? i'm awake now, and we have the rest of the day to ourselves."

he lifts you and lays you on the couch. kisses you while he thinks about how many times he can get you gushing on his fingers and tongue before his cock.

OR, if you're the one making it up to him 🥹

accidentally spilling paint on a good shirt of his? you're panicking as soon as it happens. your hands move faster than your mouth, and you're halfway with unbuttoning his shirt before telling him he needs to take it off.

his laughter is what stops you. it dawns on you! but, to be fair, your thoughts don't have anything else besides: the shirt must be washed before it really stains.

"someone's being bold," he chuckles as your eyes meet. "did you plan this?"

"what?" and, the fabric drops from between your fingers. rafayel doesn't miss the way your gaze falls briefly, catching the sight of his bare chest, last 2 or 3 buttons barely laying over his abdomen. "me, ruining a piece of clothing that's probably over three times my budget? i don't think that's planning. it's called being clumsy."

your face feels warm. you take a deep breath, reach out to him, "c'mon. i'll wash it. take it off before the paint makes it unsalvageable."

rafayel clasps your wrist with his hand, steps into your space, voice deepening with a tinge of playfulness, "no, i can think of a better idea. how about me and you have matching clothes?"

he embraces you, gets you wearing blotches of paint too, and you want to argue. but, you can't find the energy to when one hand is guiding your head back and the other is tugging on your neckline. rafayel's lips move to your throat first. then, trails open-mouthed kisses along the rest of your neck, jaw, the base of your shoulder, before whispering, "it's a good idea, yeah?"

since you're the one to make a mess of his shirt first, he wants you riding him as compensation. to make him feel good? yes, sure, he loves that. though, the reason for it, most of all: he wants you using his cock like you own it. wants you aching and desperate for him. cum all over him, feel good because of him. nothing gets him going more than watching you bounce on top and moan his name so sweetly 🥰

© 2024 wondeurwall ☆ all rights reserved. please don't repost as your own, modify or translate on here or on other platforms. reblogs & likes are appreciated! ♡

#love and deepspace x reader #rafayel x reader #love and deepspace smut #rafayel smut #lads x reader #lads smut #l&ds x reader #l&ds smut #rafayel x you #WONDEURWALL ೃ⁀➷ MAIL 💌 #omg i went a little overboard with this JFRKLGFD!! #i'd love to do drabbles for things like these #maybe i'll do that after this fic isn't eating my brain anymore #the amount of times i've listened to raf's oracle... UNHEALTHY

[anemhoez]

Lunae…

Dan Heng/Reader

WARNINGS: unprotected sex (use protection, even with dragons) and language

A/N: this one’s for the real cultured freaks out there 🫵 we ARE gods strongest soldiers 🫡

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

“Are you even comfortable here?” you asked Dan Heng, his eyes scanning the screen in front of him. He reached out and tapped the screen, inputting the latest information from your mission into the data bank. “Did you hear me?” your voice a few octaves louder now. Dan Heng smirked, “I did, I just don’t know what you’re talking about?” You simply pointed to the mat on the floor, his comforter and pillow strewn about. “Its a bed, why would I be uncomfortable on it?” You sighed and went over to the screen he was just tapping on. “It’s hardly a bed,” you pulled up the file he just created to review it, “mine is way more comfortable.” The words slipped out of your mouth without much thought, your focus on the text in front of you. “Hmph.” the small sound coming from the man behind you made you realize what you had just said. “What I mean is, I actually have a real mattress!” your face got hot out of nowhere and you tried your best to seem aloof.

Dan Heng stayed quiet as you spoke, “I’m not like, inviting you to sleep in it or anything.” He smiled and walked over to you, his fingers brushing past the screen to close the file. “You sure?” He always kept his responses short, but it always made an impact on you regardless. You figured it was because you had feelings for him. “What I’m trying to say is, you should try to take better care of yourself,” you moved your hands to tug on his jacket, the small gesture making you unsure of your proximity to him.

The two of you admitted to liking each other a few weeks ago after a very close call during a mission. Dan Heng was badly hurt, the Trailblazer and March 7th doing their best to fight off the fragmentum creature ambush as you tended to him. “You fucking idiot,” you cursed as you did your best to heal his wounds with your gifts of abundance, “why did you just jump in front of me like that?!” The glow from your hands reflected on his skin as you looked into his eyes. “Because I care about you, more than normal.” His wounds began to seal shut, a groan of pain escaping his mouth. “Well, the feelings mutual.” you brought your hands to rest on your lap once you were done. Dan Heng sat up, his piercing eyes meeting yours. It was quiet for what felt like hours, but in reality it was only a few seconds before the two of you leaned into one another and kissed. The two of you kissed passionately, only being stopped by March’s voice screaming, “I knew it!”

You remember that kiss fondly, but its been a while since it happened, and you weren’t sure if the two of you still had that connection . You liked him a lot but, didn’t want to seem too clingy. He keeps his feelings to himself most of the time, so you were never really sure how to approach him. “Have you been well?” he asked awkwardly breaking the silence. You couldn’t help but giggle, “Yes, I’ve been well, you?” He reached down and took your hands in his, intertwining your fingers together. “I’ve been thinking about, that kiss.” You suddenly felt anxious, wondering where he’d take the conversation from here, maybe he didn’t really like you after that. “What about it Dan Heng?” your voice was practically a whisper, your heart beating faster as he moved in closer. “it was, better than I had imagined.”

Your heart skipped a beat and you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. Your lips brushed against one another, a small chuckle coming from him. You closed the gap, letting yourself melt against him. Your lips melded together in a fervor as you finally got to kiss him again. His hands came to your waist, his grip tight as he pulled you closer. Your hands moved from around his neck and trailed down his tight and toned body. You moaned against his lips, pulling away to look at him, “Do you want to,” your hands stopped at the hem of his jeans. He pulled you back in for a kiss, his hands on your waist squeezing harder before they came to cup your rear. He pulled away, his lips wet and swollen, “Absolutely.” he whispered and began kissing you all over your face. You laughed and started to unbutton his pants, your gut stirring as he continued to kiss you while you reached down and took a handful of him. You screamed internally, his cock semi erect already, letting you know right away that he did want you as bad as you wanted him. You pulled away from him, keeping eye contact as you freed his member from its confines and got down on your knees. “Someone’s eager,” he teased and you watched his jaw go slack as you took his tip into your mouth. His hand came to the back of your head immediately, pushing you further onto him as you took more of him in. Your mouth salivated heavily around him, your core aching as if you could already feel him inside of you.

You bobbed on his long shaft up and down, looking up at him through your lashes, your hands on either one of his thighs. He looked down at you with a cocky smirk, his eyes slowly began to change color to a paler blue. He grunted deeply, his eyes closing shut tightly. You pulled off of him, saliva dripping from your mouth. “Are you ok?” you asked worried if you had hurt him in some way. “Yes, please don’t stop.” he opened his eyes, the usual grayish blue color was back. “I don’t know if I’m hallucinating but, it looked like your eyes changed color,” you said as you pumped him in you hand. Dan Heng shook his head with a chuckle, “Really, how strange.” he said and took off his jacket, his shirt soon meeting the fabric on the floor. The man before you looked down and gently thrusted into your hand, “You’re probably just seeing things, ahh!” he threw his head back as he moaned.

Aeons everything about him was gorgeous. The soft outlines of his abs, the veins that decorated his arms and hands, and those eyes of his. Those piercing eyes of his that bored through you as he looked down at you. He could convince you to commit war crimes right now with that look, “You’re probably right.” you stuttered out before taking him back into your mouth. Your tongue flattened under his shaft as you took him in fully, his tip hitting the back of your throat. “Fuck,” he huffed out, the sensation causing him to buck against you, causing you to gag on him in response. He took a handful of your hair, tugging on it gently, “I need to be inside of you soon.” His words hit your core like a crashing wave, your moans loud as you worked. You reached a hand into your pants, dragging your wetness from your core to your clit and rubbed hard. The sight of you, the way you were pleasuring yourself while sucking him off was way too much and his eyes changed color again, faster this time.

You watched as blue horns began to sprout from his forehead, the shock of what you just watched made you move back and off of him. “Horns?!” you yelped, catching a glimpse of his now longer hair. “And hair?!” your eyes then went to his dick, well, dicks, “AND COCKS?!”Dan Heng turned away from you, muttering something under his breath. He looked back at you, “Sorry, I’m trying to go back to my usual self but, I’m too excited” He adjusted himself back into his pants and reached for his shirt, “I understand if you’re, disgusted.” You stood up and took his hand, “Im not disgusted, I’m just surprised.” You looked at him closely, his face the same despite his eyes and horns. “You’re still the same Dan Heng.” He sighed, moving to lean against the rail that separated his bed area from the rest of the room. “Its complicated but yes, its still me.”

You moved closer to him, your hand rested on his back. You rubbed his back up and down, feeling the small scales that now textured his skin. “You really are the mysterious type huh?” you teased and moved in for a kiss. Your lips met, the tongue in his mouth now forked, but you didn’t pull away and simply moved your tongue along his. When you eventually pulled away though, he looked at you dearly, searching for something in your eyes.“I’ll tell you everything one day, its just, “ he rolled his eyes and sighed again. “Hey its ok, this doesn’t change how I feel about you.” you said trying to reassure him. You moved to bring your arms around his neck, “i’m just worried about you, fitting inside me with, those.” Dan Heng smiled and rested his forehead against yours, “Are you actually, open to that?” he kissed your lips, and licked a path from them to your neck. “Of course, I want you.” His hands came to your pants and he quickly undid them and pulled them down. “Alright then.” he helped you out of the fabric and grabbed you by your thighs, “I’ll have to get you ready then.”

While pulling you closer, he sat on the floor, then lay down on his back. You took the hint and moved to sit on his face. He moaned upon you resting on his mouth, his tongue quickly lapping you up. You pulled off your shirt, finally completely bare in front of him for the first time. He watched as you grabbed your breasts and squeezed them, rolling your nipples between your fingers. His strong hands held you close, his slightly sharper nails digging into your skin. “Dan H-Heng,” you huffed, the pleasure between your legs building. You threw your head back, grinding your hips against his face, reaching behind you to rest your hands on his stomach. His tongue was wrecking you, the forked muscle taking your bud in between it, only to round his lips against it to suck hard. “Aeons,” you cried out, practically bouncing on him, needing more to reach the climax you were chasing. He slurped and sucked, graciously eating you out and licking you like your very essence was ambrosia to him. You felt it. that familiar rush starting to wash over you, your hips grinding faster and harder. You moved your hands from his stomach suddenly reaching forward and grabbing onto his horns tightly as you finally came.

“Ah!” your voice cracked, your body hot from the rush and the look in his eyes as he drank you deep. You let go of his horns, realizing what you did as you moved off of him. “Sorry about that,” he sat up, kissing your mouth immediately. You tasted yourself on him, his breath was heavy as he pulled away, “Don’t be, that felt amazing.” He reached down and pushed his fingers into you, your folds extra messy from your fluids. “Can I touch them again?” He inserted another finger into you, looking at you without a word as he pumped his fingers into you, “Sorry is that weird?” your hips moved against his ministrations. He laughed, “Not at all,” he pulled his fingers out of you and put them in his mouth. He moaned as he licked you off of him. “Go ahead.” he said and reached out to touch your breasts. You moved in and took each horn in your hands. They were hard and slightly cold in your hands, you wondered just how sensitive they were.

You felt compelled to kiss them, so you pecked them softly, starting from the base going up to the rounded tip. The sound that came from his mouth was unlike anything you’ve ever heard, almost like a whine mixed with the sudden loss of breath. You flicked your tongue out, licking long stripes up them. He pulled you closer, his mouth taking one of your nipples in his mouth to muffle the sounds he was making. You continued licking them, teasing them slowly with long sloppy strokes. The horns were slick enough now, and you took one of them into your mouth and sucked. “For Aeons sake!” he yelled and pulled you off and onto your back. This was the most emotion you’d had ever seen from him and fuck was it sexy.

He pulled his cocks out of his pants, lining them up and slowly, agonizingly slowly pushing them into you. “Ahh!” your voice cracked and hitched in your throat, the stretch he was providing almost too much for you. He looked at your face, stopping and trying to gauge your reaction. “Are you-“ he said worried it was too much, too fast. “Just fuck me already!” you pleaded, your eyes half lidded and filled with lust, drool started to drip from one of the corners of your mouth.

Dan Heng continued with your pleading in his ears, your praises about how good he felt aiding in the build up of his peak. He pushed further, soon bottoming out inside of you. He leaned down, his dicks nestled deep inside of you as he came in for a kiss. “Thank you,” his voice was soft, his kisses hard and needy. You kissed him back, sucking and biting on his lips as he thrust in and out of you. He took you by the hands and pinned them above your head, the kiss sloppy and wet, his thrusts picking up speed as his balls slapped against your ass. You moaned loudly, the pleasure so intense and unlike anything you’ve felt before. The feeling of being so full like this, you were certain you’d get addicted to it. “M-More.” you pleaded, wanting even more of what he had to offer, “Harder Dan Heng, please!”

He sat up, pulling you by your thighs, fucking you so hard the sounds reverberated against the walls. Dan Heng’s moans grew louder, a flash of blue appeared behind him, a long dragons tail whipped around behind him. He really had more tricks up his sleeve, huh? You felt the appendage pick you up gently off of the floor, his hands on your hips bringing you to sit on him. “You’re amazing, so fucking amazing.” you huffed out and he smiled against your lips.

His tail felt like light pulses of electricity against your skin, adding to the sensitive sensations you were feeling all over. From this position, and being stuffed so full, you let him do the rest of the work, and he gladly took the lead. He thrusted up into you, his cocks hitting your cervix, brushing against your spot deliciously. The end of his tail rubbed your cheek, coming to your lips and tapping as if it was asking for entrance. You opened your mouth, the semi solid state of it moving in and out with the aid of the saliva that dripped from your mouth. Dan Heng had never had anyone this fully, this close and loving every inch of his dragon form, he felt incredible. With your pussy and mouth filled, you let him use you as a sleeve, your hands coming to his horns once again, holding on for dear life as you moaned deeply, your climax finally washing over you. You clenched down onto Dan Hengs two dicks, his thrusts halting, his orgasm overtaking him right along with you. He growled out, the scales on his body convulsing as he came into you. “Aeons,” you huffed out softly as his tail disappeared with a flash.

He held you close, his chin resting on your shoulder, hands resting on your lower back. You rubbed your hands against the scales on his back, bringing your mouth to his ear to kiss and whisper sweet praises to him. Dan Hengs dragon form slowly began to fade, his horns disappearing and the full feeling inside of you diminishing. You moved back to look at him, his eyes softer now as he admired you from this position. “Lets go to bed,” you kissed him before getting off of him. his seed gushed out of you as you stood up. “Theres so much of it, wow.” He stood up and rummaged through his clothes to find a towel. He came back to you and knelt down before you, gently cleaning himself off of you. “Don’t you mean, go to floor?” he said with a smile and you laughed at his one designated joke a day.

The two of you now clean and laying down cuddled together closely, his hand rubbing your head softly. “You don’t have to tell me anything until you’re ready.” you said as sleep began to overtake you, tired from getting fucked senseless by your crush. You’d never in a million years guess this was the secret Dan Heng was hiding. He pulled you even closer to him, wrapping his other arm around your stomach. He simply kissed your forehead as his form of response and followed you into a deep slumber. Joining the Astral Express continued to prove to be the greatest adventure you’d ever taken in your life, and now you had someone to share it with.

A/N: HE’S FINALLY HOME! Thought this up after finally noticing the place where Dan Heng sleeps in that data room 😭 i fucking love him so much, PLEASE GET HIM A REAL BED WELT!

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail smut #dan heng #dan heng x reader #honkai star rail x reader #looking at his horns and tail they are like transparent #but i think yall get it lol #honestly? #obsessed with him #WELT GET THAT MAN A DAMN BED!!!

[koiiiiijiii]

windbreaker characters & their possible love trope (part 2)

warnings : smut part with wooin but i tried to make it more sensual then sexy, prob fluffiest stuff i ever wrote, as usual it might be ooc, not proofed read on your own risk!!)🧣💞🦢

thank you all guys for 287 followers!!(i wrote when it was 260!!) i hope my works makes your day a lil bit better and set some mood. i really appreciate all likes, reposts and especially!! comments and replies, in love with @sugardollie-907 @hjunsjoy @cozyunderworld @dialoguestetatet and wildylisa but idk why i can’t tag((( and so so many other people who comment (but i swear this holy five lives rent free in my comment section and it such a blessing🙏🏻)

thank you to every-everyone who supporting me, my works, it’s so gratifying to come here and see all notifications about your feedbacks!! also want to say thanks to all wb authors who ever posted and posting!! another source of motivation and inspiration🫵🏻😌💋💯🎀

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

vinny - a friend’s sister. you were definetely dom's or jay's sister, and vinny was so annoyed by you in the first place. not because of your personality or you annoyed him directly, but you were that "genious" in your sport, and vinny unitentionally compared you to jay jo, who were gifted with talent from birth. he was angry or annoyed to the point of goosebumps, he didn't even understand exactly what he was feeling, but he understood that this was a very strong storm of emotions and he was fixated on you. honestly? when your brother watches your competitions or casually tells about your successes, Vinny records it in his memory and will congratulate you later(dom as an older brother will 100% hype you up, fight me. he would show his phone to hummingbird crew with tearing puppy eyes “look, my lil gremlin winning those competition of hers”🥹🥹)Vinny would rather die by biting his neck than admit his feelings to someone, so it happens accidentally, maybe your chat went further than congratulating each other on winning competitions or your calls to him to find out where your brother is hanging around today. but because you were tired after the competition, you fell asleep leaving the chat open and not responding to his messages, leaving him on read. not to say that Vinny was offended by you, he just snapped at you for 3 days in a row, refusing to respond to messages. you had to take the situation into your own hands and hold his hand after another training and talk. “ta hell you want?” he said, frowning down at you. “just to talk and clearly” - you explained the situation to him and told him why you didn't answer, but since Vinny didn't know how to apologize and he had certain trust issues, it turned into another skirmish. it was evening and it was unnoticeable how the clouds thickened and the rain began to fall, but it didn't seem to bother two of you much because you were standing and yelling at each other for a reason you both didn't understand. Vinny's patience had always been zero, but now it seemed as if he was on the verge of reaching another stage of rabies. while you were shouting at him that you didn't understand why he started this quarrel at all, he just exhaled irritably and unknowingly blurted out “FUCK! because i was worried about you!!” as the argument reached its peak, Vinny's frustration peaked, his heart pounding with a mixture of anger and apprehension. yet, amidst the chaos of their exchange, a surge of emotion overcame him, compelling him to act on the impulse he'd long suppressed. with a sudden surge of courage, Vinny closed the distance between you, his hand reaching out to cup your cheek. eyes met, mirroring the intensity of emotions, as Vinny leaned in, capturing your lips in a tender kiss. the rain continued to fall, its gentle rhythm enveloping both of you in a cocoon of intimacy as you melted into each other's embrace. Vinny’s body pressed to yours, rain-soaked and trembling, as the warmth of the spring evening mingled with the cool touch of the rain. in that moment, amidst the soft glow of the night lights and the soothing patter of raindrops, time seemed to stand still. the world around you faded into obscurity, leaving only the two bodies locked in a passionate embrace. as your lips parted, a sense of relief washed over, breaths mingling with the cool night air as you savored the sweetness of the moment. in the gentle caress of the rain and the warmth of each other's touch, you found solace, knowing that despite the storm raging around two of you, they were anchored in the calm of their love. as you kissed beneath the spring evening sky, a sense of peace washed over them, the tension of their argument melting away with each tender caress. In that fleeting moment, surrounded by the gentle embrace of the rain and the comforting glow of city lights, they found solace in each other's arms, their love renewed and strengthened by the storm they weathered together.

wooin - fake relationship. he commited it in the first place. since his work wasn’t permanent and he was constantly on the move, hanging here and there, Wooin thought it would be nice to have something permanent in his life. he needed excuse to tell his family why he can’t visit them on weekends - his girlfriend doesn’t feel well. them asking him all this “start a family” questions? sorry, y/n isn’t ready yet. some unforeseen situations? oh, y/n can be his trusted person. something didn't go according to plan? he can rely on y/n, if it isn’t something too difficult or dangerous. as a substitute he will gift you something, or will took you somewhere, thanking you for being his backup. genuinely it wasn’t something like friends with benefits, no, you two clearly share a bond, but it was something on the edge, as everybody thought you were dating. and in fact all this acts, you being his backup, him giving you small gifts, taking you on dates, sharing a bed - it all feels more like a relationship. but you never had this conversation, after another hot sex you could fall asleep together, for sure, but in the morning one of you definitely woke up in an empty bed. of course, it also happened that you woke up together, but in the morning Wooin was simply unbearable, and more often it ended with too caustic jokes. and it was always on the edge, you weren't in a relationship, you weren't friends, you weren't strangers, you were all together at once. at some point, it started to get exhausting. you noticed it first, but Wooin started talking about it first... well not actually talk, but mutter in the crook of your neck… today’s sex was different, the encounter was filled with a blend of sensuality and intensity, both of you asserting your desires while maintaining a balance of power. you bite each other, when it feels like too much, but immediately kissing and licking bite place, each of you tried to get leading role while another didn’t let it happen. today, Wooin's approach was different - not sloppy, fast and erratically, but slower, more deliberate, his touch gentle yet his thrusts firm. you were suffocating in his arms, and it seemed to him that he was drowning in the smell of your hair, your moans, how you trembled slightly from his hands on your chest, hips and neck. Wooin burrowed his nose deeper into the crook of your neck, breathing heavily and sniffing your scent. it was intoxicating, that feeling when you were next to him, when his hands slid over your body, your soft sobs, how the emotions on your pretty face changed depending on his pace. now, with his whole body pressed against you from behind, one hand holding your hip, and the other between your head and the pillow, his palm rested on your collarbones. while he was slowly sinking into you, and you were smiling and almost purring with pleasure, he caught himself thinking that he liked your smile. he likes to spend time with you, he likes to use an excuse in front of his parents and call you his girlfriend. his. Wooin liked the idea of you being his. he liked you. along with these thoughts, his pace increased, now he was digging his fingers into your thigh, and the other hand slid to your breast, squeezing it a little harder. you were both lost in your pleasure as you moaned louder and louder, he pressed his nose harder into your neck, whispering something that you couldn't make out. at one moment, he lifted his head, biting your earlobe, and pulling it slightly towards him, in a burst of emotion, he whispered "i like you"*

kwon - stranger to lovers/soulmetes - for the first time it seemed like someone corsed you. you moved to new flat in different district of Seul and now it was time to transport your stuff from old flat. everything started when you recieved message from a men who drove the car with your stuff, saying that he is stuck on a street because there are some stupid cycling competition and usual road is closed. amazing, you already were so stressed and here some cycling competition, but thankfully in the evening you finally recieved your stuff, mostly some boxes, small and big. when you were about to pick another heavy box you felt that it seemed strangely light. when you rise your eyes you saw a young man around your age. you thanked him for helping and he turned out to be almost your neighbor, one floor above and to the left of your neighbor's wall. next time you saw Kwon Hyeok in evelator…and you two were stuck there…for 3 hours…you were about to meet with your friends and, as you learned later, he was about to pick something to eat in nearest market. week later you met him in random cafe, where you decided to have a dinner alone, the owner of the cafe came up to you, saying that all the seats are occupied, but since you are alone, there was an empty place, behind the bar, just next to a guy your age (the old man grinned and has obviously already married you two in his head) so when you sat down carefully and apologized for the intrusion, you recognized that it was Kwon. you ordered your food and few drinks, and had a nice time together. and after a month of such unexpected encounters, you began to suspect 2 things - either fate brings you together, or he is a stalker. thankfully when you ran into each other again in the same cafe and drank a lot more this time, you admitted that you suspected him, and he, in turn, thought the same - that you were weird stalker girl who followed him around, and in that evening you laughed together from many things. when it was time to leave he understood that you were so drunk that you couldn’t even stand straight, so he took you by the elbow, hugged you with his free hand a little bit higher than your waist and led you home. along the way, of course, you mumbled something about how you like one handsome boy and he seemed like not paying attention to you and probably not even interested and why you're still alone…and then, under the soft glow of streetlights, amidst the hushed whispers of the night, it happened. in a moment that felt both inevitable and surreal, your lips met in a tender kiss, sealing the bond that had been silently growing between you. in that stolen moment, amid the chaos of the city, you found solace in each other's arms, knowing that fate had finally brought you together as more than just strangers in passing.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

* i’m sorry, i don’t really know how to finish this part with wooin, as it already feels too ooc, it was more self inserted, like i was inspired by my latest situationship, bc i was in fucking same situation(it didn’t end well) , and it’s still kinda my roman empire, so i leave space for your imagination… if u don’t mind of course…🥹

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[lottiecrabie]

hiii You know who this is can i please please please have cyosa mutual masturbation i lost so hard every time but once and you know you love meeeee 😇😇😇😇

this is for you🫵you know who you are. I love you🫶

‘matty…’ you moan, half as a beg and half as a mindless need. he chuckles, opening your thighs for him, putting you on display. you’re so ready you might take him right now. 

matty’s hand still dances on your thigh, working higher and higher. your breath hitches, anticipating the fateful meeting. he whispers, smirking, ‘how about you show me how you do it?’

your cheeks flame at the idea. you clench your thighs, trapping him in place, embarrassed. he doesn’t seem too bothered. he revels in prying them open again, grazing the ready skin until you’re squirming.

‘why would i when you’re right here?’ as if to convince him, you reach for his leftover hand, dragging it to a pert breast. he chuckles. his finger rolls the nipple and you sigh, still holding onto his wrist.

‘i want to see,’ he says. ‘i want to learn.’ you groan, half from pleasure and half from shyness. you hide in your shoulder, arching your back into his hand in contradiction. again, a laugh falls from him. ‘how about i show you too?’

your eyes snap to him, suddenly interested. he kneels up, towering over your parting frame. his hand makes quick work of his belt— quicker than your hungry, shaking ones could have done. he draws his cock out without any hesitation, holding it at the base. your breath dies in your throat. you freeze under him.

‘i’m already hard,’ matty says. ‘don’t even have to think about you cause you’re already laying there like a fucking daydream.’

you grin, spreading your legs further, giving him a show. a tortured groan rasps out his throat. ‘fuck, love, you’re gorgeous.’ he strokes himself once, swiping his thumb over the tip. you lick your lips, though you do not feel the need to reach out and do it yourself. you want to relish in the spectacle.

you get him, now. he knows this. says, ‘show me.’

you don’t feel as shy. your hand grabs his own, puppeteering him so he pinches and rolls your peaked nipples just right. a broken moan comes out of you. in turn, he strokes faster.

‘i don’t like the before,’ you choke out. ‘i’d rather just get to it.’ it’s all the warning you give him before you plunge your hand between your folds, circling your clit.

‘shit,’ matty cries. ‘you’re not real.’ you hum, pinching the skin of his wrist mischievously, reveling in his little yelp. ‘what do you think about?’

you shrug, non-committed. ‘i like my mind blank.’ matty tsks and shakes his head. you almost want to laugh, but your fingers hit a sinful spot and you’re too busy whining out.

‘you’re doing it wrong,’ he breathes. his hand is still hard at work on himself. he needs to frown in concentration to get his thought out. ‘the before, the imagination— that’s what it’s all about. you won’t get a mind-blowing orgasm if you don’t involve your mind.’

‘do it, then,’ you whimper. ‘mindblow me.’

he clicks his tongue, shaking his head. ‘i didn’t expect you to be lazy.’ the challenge works and you set your eyes, competitiveness bubbling in your chest. vengefully, you dip two fingers inside, watching as he slows his rhythm in quiet wonder.

you thrust in and out, angling your fingers until your legs twitch mindlessly. your nails dig into his skin, and it’s not even to send any kind of message. he’s wrong about the mind. you masturbate to get you off— off that tyrannical ride your head leads ruthlessly. this, the hot euphoria beating in your veins, the quiet moans, the shivering limbs, is what it’s about.

‘i’ll tell you, then,’ matty says. he seems close, pumping his cock fast and certain. his chest rises and falls, the tattooed planes of his stomach in perfect display. you want to spread a hand over it, want to descend down and replace his hand, want to— you thumb your clit and stop wanting.

‘i think about you, all pretty and hot and needy. never this perfect, though. god, you’re really not real— like a fucking frosted cupcake, all sweet for me.’ the words fizzle up your chest. pleasure strikes through you, doubly so, and you cry his name in sheer shock.

matty continues, ‘i think about you in the library, bending you over until i erase that little worried frown you have. make you suck my fingers so you keep quiet still. don’t want to get banned— still need you to ride my cock on those big chairs after all.’

‘oh, god,’ you whine. you rub your clit furiously, eyes rolling back, seemingly astral projected to the library. your lips part in quiet worship. ‘more,’ you beg him.

matty pinches your nipple, forcing you to look at him. ‘your turn.’

you pant, trying to use your brain when your fingers are deep and quick inside of you, when he’s hanging off with that swoopy hair over his forehead and those dark, hungry eyes. you’re drunk on the mere sight of him, and you start fearing how he’ll affect you when he’s the one thrusting inside you.

‘i—‘ your legs kick, helpless. ‘sometimes when we watched movies, i’d think about you eating me out on the couch.’

matty groans, scrunching his eyes like he’s imagining it. ‘yeah? what’d i do?’

‘just— you’d kneel in front of me, and you’d tell me to pay attention, and then you’d do it. devour me like you were starved. shush me when i got too loud, remind me to watch my smart, pretentious film.’

another broken cry slips out of him. he falls over you, though still holding himself up with an arm. your now free hand spread over his ribs, back, anything your greediness can find. both your fingers work in tandem between your bodies, a quiet union you’ve just now noticed. you roll your head, hit his wrist. ‘matty…’

‘i thought about you asking me to fuck you before,’ matty admits offhandedly, lost in his pleasure. your fingers press into his working shoulder, mean. ‘fuck, i almost believed i was imagining when you really did ask me. figured i was going crazy.’

you twist your head, kissing his wrist over and over, tiny presses of love you don’t dare say. your tongue sticks out and licks it all up before it stays and means something. ‘again,’ you moan, feeling yourself get closer. your hips rise for your strained digits. your body hums in warning.

‘i want to come on your stomach. want to mark your skin— god, need it. need to see you all pretty with my cum, make you all messy. show you’re mine.’

‘matty,’ you scream, pumping your fingers just right.

’need to see you come, too. break apart so you’re not so perfect. my pristine, pretty girl, drooling for me, screaming my name, working those little fingers…’

‘fuck—‘

‘you’re doing so well for me,’ he promises. his hand has lost any sense of regular rhythm, pumping with desperate abandon instead. ‘just like i though,’ he says, full of wonder. he seems so gone you’d figure he’s all in his head, but matty stares at you like he could lick up the frost off the cupcake. ‘of course you’d listen. of course you’d do just i say.’

‘fuck, i need—‘ it’s on the tip of your tongue, but you don’t get to say, a shattering orgasm taking you instead.

you open your jaw and dig your teeth in matty’s wrist, biting down the yells as waves of pure ecstasy shake through you. your head, never quite unattached before, blanks with the force of pleasure. you say his name, you think. or maybe not. in the end, you don’t think at all, and it is glorious.

matty’s close after you, screaming out your name shamelessly. the ropes of white cum hit your stomach and he draws out his last trembles before he falls atop you with a sigh.

your head’s all fuzzy as you lay there. ‘oh,’ you finally say once you regain speech. you trace a finger over his back, staring at the ceiling in quiet contemplation. oh, this is what it’s supposed to be.

‘yeah,’ matty murmurs in your hair. because he understands, of course he does. your lungs feel full and heavy.

he finally rises and you catch a glance to the mess between your two bodies. the cum is painted over both of your stomach. though matty doesn’t even bother wiping it off before he smirks, kissing down your sternum. his eyes flash up at you, full of mischief. ‘so you want me to eat you out, huh?’

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[yo-yo-yeonkai]

MY PRETTY LITTLE MAID - CHOI SOOBIN - NSFW

Choi Soobin x AFAB!Reader

Genre: smut

Warning list: dom Boss!Soobin, sub maid! reader, unprotected + pullout method, praise (good girl), pet names; (baby, sweetheart), marking, a few spanks, a tinge of possessiveness, no romantic feelings, messy, calls Soobin ‘Sir’, reader gets referred to as ‘thing’, mention of dumbification, mention of dacryphilia

Word count : 610 - short little baby

Summary: Your Soobin’s maid… you clean his house… so why are you bent over his kitchen counter stuffed with his dick? 🫵 guilty

Soobin is your boss, that’s it… nothing else. So why are you bent over his kitchen counter, dripping cunt exposed as he rams into you. Chest flush with your back as he grunts “my pretty little maid… you gonna clean this up after I’m done with you?”. Each word delivered a hot fan of air to hit you skin, making you grow hotter and hotter.

“Yes sir” you moaned, trying to desperately grip onto the counter anywhere you could to find some stability, eventually finding the edge of the counter. He hummed at the sound “such a good thing huh? Wearing the outfits I give you… cleaning everything for me… letting me use your cunt… I think you need a raise baby” each pause he takes he fills with a kiss to your neck. Soft skin so perfect for him, so ready to be marked up by him and how could he deny such a pretty girl.

Your walls gripped his cock as he marked your skin with red splotches, “you like that baby? You like being mine?” He teased, biting your shoulder quickly before continuing to mark your precious skin. It was so wrong… but it was so terribly good.

Desperately, you nodded, not trusting your words. He chuckled at how pathetic you were “You gone dumb baby? Can you only think about my dick?”. Once again, only a nod. “That’s alright… focus on it baby” he teased, before completely forgetting his gentle pace and thrusting into you like a mad man. He was pussy drunk on you, he needed more.

Each drag of his cock had you shaking, a light sheen of sweat coating your body, and your breath heaving as it slipped from your lips with your moans. You were a mess, Soobin’s mess. Your makeup was smudged to say the least. Pretty red lipstick ,Soobin had brought you, was slipping past the brink of your lip and onto your cheek, remnants still on Soobin’s lips. Your mascara rolled down your face with each pretty tear that slipped from your eyes. How could you look so beautiful whilst crying? God Soobin loved making a mess of you.

Your dress pulled down just under your tits, full breasts spilling from the top in such a dirty way that Soobin throbbed at the sight. Bottom of the short dress pulled just over your ass, sitting at your lower back so he could see each shake of your ass as his hips hit yours. Your legs quaked as your high grew closer and Soobin moaned at the sight. “My pretty little maid… such a mess… and all for me” he groans, hand coming down to spank your ass. Whines slip from your lips as he continues, “Gonna fuck you till you can’t even move to clean yourself up…” he whimpered “gonna stay a mess forever… all for me baby”.

He was so close now, but he had to make sure you were there with him. His hand circled around your hip and met your clit. Delicate circles had you gasping, body seizing up as you knuckles turned white, gripping the counter. “S-Sir, gonna- “.

“I know baby, it’s okay, you’ve been such a good girl. Cum for me baby” he tells you, your high following closely. Pleasure ripped through you, body convulsing as his ministrations continued until he’d cum all over your back.

As you lay against the counter trying to catch your breath the sound of him doing up his trousers hit your ears. He was already done with you then… he leant forward, lips touching your ear “Clean yourself up baby, my wife will be home soon”.

Second part 🫶

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[kitten4sannie]

Kitten hybrid sannie with red fluffy ears and a red fluffy tail and all he wants is to breed you and have his kittens :(((((((((

my hard hours are closed but i’ll do it for you, you heathennn 🫵🏼 plus i can’t say no to desperate kitten sannie :((( i wrote this in such a frenzy fhdkdh i hope you enjoy <3

(warnings: subby kitty hybrid! san, mommy kink, breeding kink, bulge kink, unprotected sex, creampies)

“gonna fill you up again, mommy, so you’ll be nice and full of my kittens,” san informed in between gasps of air, his mouth hanging open, his tiny tongue splayed out and leaking drool down onto your face, ramming his throbbing cock into your already cum-filled cunt, sloppily but with clear intent to impregnate you, his previous loads dripping down your slit and onto the stained sheets below.

the thing about san was that he was a ball of energy, always capable of giving into the zoomies at any time of the day, but he was also the biggest hornball you’ve ever come across, humping his precious plushies out of sheer desperation by day and pumping you full of his cum by night — so mix those two together and what do you get? a pussy full of cum, a sore body, and tiny teeth marks left all over your neck and collarbone when you got up the next morning for work. it was worth it in the end. you loved your cute little kitty companion.

“mommy wants kitty’s milk, right?” san asked, his bright red ears lowering slightly, his pretty lips forming a small pout.

“yes, baby,” you reassured, gazing up at him with glossy, half-closed eyes, caressing his sweaty, flushed face. “now be a good boy and cum so you can make me a real mommy.”

short circuiting from your words, san looked down at the bulge his cock continuously made inside your lower stomach, only having to graze his fingers over it and think about all of the cum he most definitely pumped inside your womb. “cumming…!” the kitty hybrid cried out, slamming his cock so deep inside you that it made you yelp, keeping his body still and pressed tightly onto yours as ropes of milky liquid coated your plush inner walls for the nth time.

“h-how many times was that, sannie?” you asked softly, your thighs trembling against his, your lower half almost numb from how many times you had reached your own end, joined by a dull throbbing that was due to being fucked dumb for so long.

“not enough, mommy, need to fuck you full,” san whined, his tail flicking back and forth raipidly behind him, using his canines to gingerly gnaw on your neck, licking over the bite marks with his sandpaper tongue. “gotta keep fucking you, gotta make sure you’ll have sannie’s kittens.”

“o-okay, baby,” you nodded weakly, running your fingers through his damp red hair, occasionally rubbing at his ears, encouraging a series of deep, reverberating purrs to emanate from san’s throat.

“thank you, mommy,” san purred, moving upwards to lick into your mouth and taste you, before he sat up and back on his heels. he slowly pulled out just to watch a few beads of pre-cum to leak out of his reddened cockhead, before shoving himself back into you, your sopping wet hole sucking him back in to his delight, a small pleased trill exiting his drooling mouth.

and just like that, he was hunched over you again, hands pressed firmly onto the mattress near either side of your head, bucking his hips into yours like he hadn’t been going at it for what seemed like hours. he’d probably go a couple more too, and you’d probably wake up with dark circles and a fuzzy feeling in your brain, but it was worth it. you loved your sannie.

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[wjhik]

Man i need daddy issues or praise kink w jude.

Luv ur writing too😭😭🫵🏼

this peaked me as brothers bsf!jude. hes 19-20 ur a little younger. He’s over at your house on the couch with your brother you walk in the door very visibly upset face is red and snotty from crying. Something happened when you were visiting your dad that made you to fight, which was a normal occurrence. Since jude and your brother are so close, he knows about the situation and how you’re kind of the scapegoat. You run up in to your bedroom and throw your head on a pillow and start crying. Your brother gets a work call or some thing and has to leave to take it. Leaving jude alone he decides to come upstairs and check on you. He knocks on your door. You tell him to go away, not knowing it’s him. He’ll say something like “it’s me” or “I just want to help” you get up from bed and open your door he looks down at you and see your face all puffy and his eyes drop. This immediately brings the tears back and you put your head in his chest and give him a big fat hug. He puts one arm around your waist and the other on your head and pulls you into him. He’s whispering the sweetest things like “it’ll be OK” and just comforting you. He ends up, closing the door behind him, leaving him and you in your room alone. Him being so close spark something in you and one thing leads to another. He is FUCKING you on your childhood bed. It’s 110% a pink bed with hello kitty or something of the sort on it. he is praising you along the way. Definitely guide you through your orgasm.

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[its-raining-honey]

hrnnnggg porn no plot yan!itto smut posting here we GO

(lowkey)yandere!Itto x reader (whump)

A/N: i was dead just really horny one day mayne :(

- WARNING(s) - UHM DUBCON SHAWTYY….AND UHHH FUCKING

- OTHER TAGS - Gender neutral readerr💯💯💯, Itto x YOU🫵, lemon :3, this is an abandoned wip btw, old as hell too. so it’s unedited & scrappy, andd some obsessive n violent themes i guess xxx enjoy babes be safe!

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((You mumbled something as Itto pulled off your outer coat, urging you to make yourself comfortable in his home.

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His fat cock swiftly slipped in and out of you as he pounded into your pussy, violently, aided by your dubious arousal coating his cock slick. You could only let out choked sobs and struggling gasps as you moaned his name, as you told him to slow down, as you begged for him to stop.

All of your words were uttered in vain.

His harsh gasps and deep growls reminded you about how much he had said that he needed this.

But you wouldn’t wish his desire, his needy possession, upon anyone, really. And you get reminded of your [] as he vigorously smacks his hips against your ass over and over again, thrusting into you, making room for himself inside of you.

To say you were feeling “overwhelmed” would be such an understatement.

You didn’t know if it was his Oni blood or what, but he was thick, thick and hot. The first time he came inside you, along with his shudder, you swore you could feel his seed by the temperature alone, warm and filling you from your deepest depths.

Your hands were bound, and your arms were oh so helpfully positioned around his neck, for your purchase, of course.

Not for the fact that he liked when you tried to choke him with your hands, or your arms. Ahaha.

But it’s not like your strength could bring him to any whim of yours— this was strictly so you could feel some sort of control while he fucked you endlessly. And you needed that in moments like this.

You could feel his thrusts getting sloppier, his tongue lolling out as he pants. With his hands tight on your thighs— he pushes them up, positioning them almost right by your head, for a better angle.

He always ended up fucking you this way. No matter what position he started you in, this would be how the two of you would end up.

What was it called? A mating press?

Fuck, did he love to make you his mate.

Balls slapping your ass, cock stretching your hole and making your body quiver— he always put you over the edge. You were starting to think that overstimulation was another kink of his.

You could barely think as your inner walls were fucked, rubbing against him, ready to milk him for all he was worth. You could barely pay any attention to him as he rambled on and on in your ear, and even started to bite at your lobe.

That was another thing. Biting. Marking. He always had to leave you discoloured and bleeding after he was done with you, no matter what. You could close your eyes and try your best to just get through the sex, no complications— but the fucking dirty talk, the marking, you couldn’t ignore it. When you woke up in the morning your body would tell the story of how you spent the night.

No matter what.))

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[foolforharrry]

Bunnies And Buckets

Word count: 2.8k words

Summary: Protective Harry to just pure fluff at the end.

This doesn't really make all that much sense. Again. It went a lil away from what I had planned initially.

But i hope you like it anyway. And if you wanna read more of my work, I have it all linked on my masterlist.

Any feedback would be greatly appreciated and if you have any requests please feel free to give them to me and I will do my absolute best to do it.

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“You’re imagining things, darling.”

“Am not!”, I protest, scowling up at him accusingly. “You totally fell asleep.”

Harry rolls his eyes, “I could tell you everything that happened at any time during the movie. Name a scene and I’ll prove it.”

“What did they do to the rabbit?”, I inquire. He tries his best to make it seem like he’s just building suspense and proving me wrong. We both know it’s useless because Harry dosed off exactly around that scene of ‘Now You See Me’.

The fluffy curls around his ears sway with the same wind that’s turned the tip of his perfect nose red and tinted his cheeks in the same colour. His arm is draped across my shoulders, keeping me tucked into his side as we stroll through the quiet park. The barely illuminated short cut peaceful and inviting despite my fear of the dangers that lurk in the darkness.

There hasn’t been one moment since we started down this gravely path where I’ve felt an ounce of fear or anxiety. The warmth and comfort of being so close to Harry quiet my mind in a way I had never experienced before him.

“It was turned into a pigeon.”

I almost feel bad for shaking my head, with how confident he seems in his answer. Magic tricks have never really been Harry’s thing, so I’m not exactly sure why he was so intent on going to see this movie in the first place. He has a habit of falling asleep if whatever movie or show we’re watching isn’t engaging him enough.

“Better luck next time pretty boy.”, I quip at him, momentarily tightening my arms around his waist.

If it weren’t for the way Harry is guiding us both, I would probably have tripped over my own two feet from how much I keep looking at his gorgeous face.

“Last time I’m taking you to the cinema, I swear.” The slight upturn to his mouth gives away that he’s not serious, but nevertheless, I give him my best pout, “Do you not want your girlfriend to be happy anymore?”

Harry opens his mouth to reply, but he’s interrupted by an unfamiliar voice popping our bubble.

“What are you doing out so late at night, sweetheart?”

Turning around at the speed of light, Harry keeps me behind him protectively, my own body tensing up with the immediate discomfort that settled in the pit of my stomach the second that sleazy voice spoke up.

“She’s with me. Now leave please.” Harry is curt and crystal clear, shoulders broad and tense as he stares at the man who’s leisurely closing the space between himself and Harry and me.

Everything about this stranger feels wrong.

From the way his eyes drag up and down my body to how he’s clearly intoxicated. The brown paper bag disguising alcohol gripped tightly in his hand and the way he’s stumbling every other step. He looks to be in his twenties. Dark messy hair and an expensive-looking suit.

“C’mon, popstar. Don’t be like that.” He slurs out, directing his attention to Harry now. “Big star like you? Bet your little whore wouldn’t mind being shared a little, huh.”

My nose wrinkles in disgust and I feel like I could throw up when his droopy eyes meet mine. The way he looks at me makes my skin crawl. I’m about to tell Harry that I just want to leave, but before I get the chance to he’s taking a strong step forward, making the man stop in his tracks.

“What the fuck did you just say?”, he snaps in a tone I’ve never heard from him before. It’s low and angry and he sounds dangerous.

But in the fucked-up state of mind, the stranger just laughs maniacally as if Harry had just delivered the funniest joke he’s heard in his life.

“Harry, leave it.”, I beg Harry quietly, gripping his arm to get his attention. “He’s not worth it.”

I’m not even sure if he heard what I said as he doesn’t budge when I tug on his jacket.

Instead, Harry takes another step forward, leaving me to wrap my arms around my body as a sort of shield from the anxiety that’s making it difficult to catch my breath.

“I’m gonna give you one chance to get the fuck out of here before I break your nose.”

The man stops laughing, instead straightening himself, gesturing to me, “You willing to ruin your squeaky-clean record for some cheap slut?”

Before I can even process what’s happening, the man is on the ground and Harry is standing over him with his whole body vibrating with anger. I can see Harry’s mouth moving, forming words at him, but all I hear is noise.

I can feel my own body shake with all the strong emotions ravaging my veins.

Our night changed so quickly that I’m not even sure how we ended up here.

One moment I was teasing Harry about how he had fallen asleep at the cinema, feeling so safe and serene, just disgustingly content. And now I’m frozen. From fright or shock or disgust or all three, I don’t know.

It isn’t until Harry’s face morphs from fury to concern when he looks at me that I realise that there are tears tumbling down my cheeks.

“Oh, baby c’mere.” Harry wraps me up in his arms and I fall into him instantly with a sob. Clinging to his back as if he would disappear if I were to let go of him even for a second. My face is smushed into his firm chest, no doubt staining his jacket with salty tears and mascara.

Shushing me, Harry keeps a protective hand on the back of my head as he rubs my back to help me calm down all while coaxing me to walk with him.

And I do, blindly setting one foot behind the other and trusting him to not let me fall.

“I’m fine, I promise.” Harry steps in front of me, blocking my access to the staircase.

“You’re not.”, I tell him. “You need to ice that hand.”

As he’s about to protest again, I grab his wrist before gently brushing my fingertips against his knuckles. The contact has Harry whining in pain and ripping his hand away from me, cradling it to his chest. “Ow! What’d you do that for?”

“If you want that to get better faster, you have to ice it for a bit.”, I explain even though I know he knows it. “Acting tough doesn’t help.”

Harry considers it for a moment before he steps aside, “Ok, you win.”

Cupping his jaw, I stand on my tippy toes to plant a kiss on his lips, Harry’s hand automatically going to the small of my back. “Good boy.”, I say jokingly before giving him a last peck and bouncing down the stairs to fetch him his frozen back of peas along with a tea towel.

The “You’re lucky I love you” that was sent my way nearly had me tumbling down the last couple of steps from laughter.

Harry is in the exact spot I left him, a grumpy pout on his lips.

“Here.” I hand him the towel-wrapped bag of peas, which he accepts, a small thank you mumbled as we make our way down the hallway, turning right and into our bedroom.

Even though we don’t officially live together, it might as well be ours considering that every time Harry has time off, he stays here.

At first, I was shocked he even wanted to come visit, let alone sleep here since I have two roommates. Now, a year and a half later, he adores them and they’re equally fond of him. It’s gotten to the point that Lauren said she and Vera would kick me out on my ass and give my room and space in the fridge to Harry if it came down to it.

Can’t say I blame them.

Harry wraps his arms around my waist from behind, pulling me out of my thoughts as I relax into him and his familiar scent. That is until I feel a freezing cold hand sneak under my shirt and lay flat on my tummy.

The stark contrast in temperature has me screeching and pushing his hands off me, careful not to hurt his bruised one.

The words die on my tongue as I watch Harry double over in laughter, bracing himself on his knees to keep upright. Any frustration I had at him for that freezing cold hand dissipates and turns into swarming butterflies as I can’t help but join him, my demonic laughter joining his.

Once we’ve both calmed down, Harry hugs me again, this time without the cold. Instead, the loving kiss he places on top of my head has a warmth travelling through my whole body.

“I love you, and I’m so sorry about what happened.”, he murmurs, nose buried in my hair.

I shake my head. “There is nothing to be sorry about, my love.”, I tell him for what feels like the hundredth time.

He has been apologising so many times for punching that man ever since it happened.

“No, there is.”, Harry protests, pulling away enough to look me in the eye, his hands cupping my face tenderly. “I don’t know what came over me. I was so scared for you just thinking about what could’ve happened if you were alone. And when he said those things, I just snapped. And I shouldn’t have. I should’ve gotten us out of there and not escalated it. I scared you and I fucking hate myself for-”

“Hey, stop that.”, I interrupt him, “I get why you did it, baby. If he spoke about you like that I would’ve punched him too.”

Harry laughs at that, and the sound tugs a smile on my face automatically.

Still, I tell him seriously; “But you didn’t scare me. He scared me. People like him scare me. What people like him do scares me. Never you. You’re the person I feel safest with than anyone else on this whole, stupid planet.”

“Do you promise?” He searches my eyes as if to see if I’m lying when I tell him yes. The relief that washes over his face when he believes that I’m being 100% honest is like someone just smoothed out all the unusually harsh lines that contoured his features.

“Plus. You defending my honour was kinda hot. I’m not gonna lie.”

Shaking his head, Harry rolls his eyes playfully, “You’re fucking impossible.” “You love it though.”

“I do.”, Harry nods, dipping down and connecting our lips in a sweet kiss, my eyes fluttering close as I hum into it.

I’m never going to get tired of the feeling of his soft lips on mine.

“Ok, wanna make that bucket list now?”, Harry asks once he pulls away, caressing my cheek with the pad of his thumb. Nuzzling into his hand, I nod, “Yeah. Let’s do it.”

Reaching into my nightstand drawer, I pull out my journal and pencil case while Harry lights the lavender-scented candle on my desk, sending me a sweet smile when our eyes meet. While I’ve always been a sucker for scented candles, my love for them is nothing compared to Harry’s.

Almost as if he read my mind, Harry says; “We need to order some more candles. I found some online the other day if you want to try something new.”

“What were you thinking?”, I ask as I slide onto the bed, my back against the various pastel-coloured throw pillows. Shuffling in next to me, head on my shoulder Harry lets out a relieved sigh as he holds the cold peas to his hand.

“I thought cherry, pomegranate or pumpkin sounded pretty nice.”, he tells me.

Kissing the top of his head, I hum in agreement. “Yeah, let’s buy those.”

“Now. Let’s get this bucket list going, shall we?” The excitement in his voice is infectious and I can’t help but smile as I flip to the first free page in my tattered, leather-bound journal.

I write ‘Bucket list’ in large letters on top of the lined page. My heart swells in my chest when Harry takes the black pen from my grasp and takes a minute doodling flowers and small hearts with a line across the middle. His tongue pokes out in concentration and the only sounds in the room come from the tip of the pen dragging across the paper and Harry’s soft hums.

“You’re so damn adorable.”, I speak my mind, making Harry stop what he’s doing, a half-smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he lifts his head from my shoulder to look at me. “Yeah? You think so?”

“The cutest.”, I confirm, booping his nose with my pointer finger. A squeal leaves my mouth when Harry tickles my stomach. A smile bright enough to light up the world on his face as I firmly plant his hand back on his thigh, my cheeks flush with colour.

Harry kisses my shoulder as he settles his head back against it. “And you call me the cutest.” He says it as if it’s one of the most ridiculous things I’ve ever uttered out loud.

As soon as we get started on the list, it grows with points neither of us even considered until now. Everything from wanting to adopt a pet bunny and name it Dora to parachuting. It’s as if the second we let ourselves just say all of our little hopes and big dreams without judgement crossing either of our minds.

“Are you serious, Harry?”, I ask him through tears of laughter. The shock of what came out of his mouth had me clutching my stomach from laughter for the past few minutes while Harry just observed as I tried to catch my breath with amusement and fondness on his face any time I managed to keep my eyes open for long enough.

Once I’ve calmed down, Harry kisses my burning cheek lovingly before he says matter of factly, “Anyone would want to have sex on a pile of money.”

“Whatever you say.” I don’t question it anymore and write his wish down right below dog sledding. “I can’t think of anything else right now.”, I confess.

Harry smiles softly at me. “Me neither. But I think we did pretty good.”

“Me too.”, I agree. “Where were you thinking of crashing a wedding though?”

He thinks for a second, the crease between his eyebrows deepening in thought, “I haven’t thought that far ahead yet. But I wanna give a speech to the happy couple.”

“What would be in this speech?”

“Seeing that we would wait to crash this wedding for a few years, I would reminisce about the time I got married to my loving wife, Helga. Throw in some words about how I hope they have a marriage as happy as ours. And of course to remember that if either of them snores as bad as Helga, earplugs are their new best friend.”

I brush the curls that have fallen in front of his eyes back off of his forehead again. “And who is this Helga you’re married to in the future?”

“We can’t use our real names, now, can we?”

I’m not quite sure if it’s the meaning behind his words or the way he’s looking at me as if I hung the moon for him or both but before I know it, my throat is tight with emotion and I’m burying my face in the crook of Harry’s neck to hide the tears that are leaking from my eyes.

“Hey, darling. What’s wrong?”, Harry asks, wrapping his arms around me. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

“You can’t just say shit like that and expect me not to.”, I whine, more tears wetting the warm his soft, warm skin.

“Oh, my love.”, Harry chuckles, “I thought I’d made it obvious that I wanted to put a ring on you someday.”

Detaching my face from his damp neck, I warn him; “That’s not fucking funny, Harry.”

“I’m not fucking joking.” The impossible warmth that spreads from my heart and fills my whole chest from his words as he swipes the tear streaks off my cheeks with his thumbs has more falling from my eyes. The pure sincerity and love bathing in his sage green eyes make me feel like I’m floating on a pink cloud, and I never want to get off.

What if I don’t ever want to marry you?”, I ask teasingly.

Harry doesn’t miss a beat, “Then I’ll keep asking until you’re so sick of hearing ‘Will make me the happiest man alive and marry me?’, that you’ll just have to say yes.”

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[whydoeseveryonewanttobangchan]

🎨 Actually, I’m feeling rather inspired, Hyunjin… 🎨

✎ Pairing: Chan x fem!reader, Hyunjin x fem!reader

✎ Genre: Smut

✎ Summary: Hyunjin can’t decide what to paint next, but Chan has some ideas.

✎ CW: Partner sharing, voyeurism, degradation, praise, oral sex, fingering, slight daddy kink, curse words, orgasm denial, unprotected sex (wrap it up 🫵🏻)

✎ Word count: 2,599

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The lazy afternoon in the dorm was going just as anyone expected. Han and Changbin were off doing whatever, leaving Hyunjin to sit at his easel creating his next masterpiece, while you and Chan sat on the couch watching tv, your limbs draped over his.

Chan was nonchalantly rubbing your legs, dragging his fingertips up and down from your ankles to your mid-thigh. His basketball shorts that you stole borrowed stopped right above your knees, but he used his long fingers to reach under the fabric just enough to be comforting without getting you too excited.

Hyunjin was making his cute sounds from the other room as he painted, but now the hmms and ahhhs have become uggghhhs and urggggs and then you hear a “FUCK IT.”

Next comes Hyunjin from the other room, frustrated and sulking. Chan’s hand stops mid stroke, just under the hem of the shorts.

“Flowers again, mate?” he asks.

“No, it’s her hand. I can’t get it right. I hate hands,” Hyunjin replies. He runs his paint-stained fingers through his long, blonde hair and holds them at the nape of his neck, broadening his chest as he stretches backwards. “I just need a break.”

“Come sit here,” Chan says, patting the empty spot on the couch to his right. “Let’s relax.”

Hyunjin makes his way to the couch and Chan picks up your legs to make room. Hyuniin plops down with a sigh and "thanks, hyung." Then Chan places your legs back down, heels resting on Hyunjin's thigh.

The younger boy’s eyes dart down and blood rushes to his cheeks. He awkwardly licks his pretty lips and tries his best to refocus on what’s on tv.

You and Chan both know Hyunjin has a little crush. It’s not hard to see how he stares as you walk by or readjusts himself when you get too close. Maybe this could be fun.

“How far did you get, Hyunnie?” you ask sweetly, referring to his painting but also maybe something else.

“Uh, about halfway I think. I don’t know,” he says with a sigh. “I wanna keep working but I think I’m done with it for today. I’m just stuck.”

He furrows his brow and sighs again. You tap his thigh with your toes.

“It’s ok, just start something new!” you encourage.

He looks down at his leg again and his blush deepens. He reaches for the pillow resting up against the couch and plops it in his lap. Chan senses the shift, giggling softly as he resumes rubbing your legs.

Hyunjin lightly clears his throat and says, “I don’t know. I’m not really feeling… inspired, you know?”

Chan’s lips curl into a smirk — the kind where you know something is brewing in that dirty mind. He says, “Well… I have an idea that may actually entertain and inspire us all.” He shoots a quick wink your way and starts rubbing your legs more slowly, teasingly. You’re starting to get the gist.

“Hmmmm,” you playfully muse, reaching toward your boyfriend’s face to fiddle with the messy curls that rest on his forehead. “What are you thinking, Channie?”

You both look at Hyunjin, who is now pressing the pillow into his lap as he stares at your legs, watching his hyung’s fingertips go up and down, up and down.

“Well, y/n, I think we should play,” Chan says, reaching his hand farther up under your shorts, lightly toying with the lace on the edge your panties. “… and I was wondering if Hyunjin would like to join us. How does that sound?”

Hyunjin’s eyes meet Chan’s, then yours.

“What? R-really? I mean, what do you mean? No, I…” he stutters and trails off, trying his best to keep his eyes on his lap and not pay attention to what’s happening around your crotch.

“It’s ok, Jinnie, you can look. I don’t mind at all,” you say with a soft smile. “You can touch, too, if you’d like.”

You tap your toes on his thigh, under the pillow. He hesitantly looks, slowly dragging his gaze up your legs to your crotch, watching Chan’s fingers rub your inner thigh. Hyunjin glances up at you, lightly smiles back, and places his left hand on one of your ankles.

“There you go, mate,” Chan encourages before turning his attention back to you, staring lovingly into your eyes as his hand travels back to your crotch, thumbing your folds over your underwear. His other hand reaches toward your chest and cups the outside of your right breast while his thumb makes small circles over your nipple. Only your thin T-shirt rests between your chest and his warm touch.

“Mmmm…” you hum, closing your eyes and leaning your head back against the arm of the couch. Chan increases pressure and speed from both thumbs, aiming to get you wet through your panties.

“Can you take over on legs?” Chan asks Hyunjin, gesturing with a nod to your now-hands-free shins.

Hyunjin slowly runs his chill, slender fingers from your ankles to knees and back down, eliciting another soft moan out of you.

“What do you want, baby?” Chan asks.

“Hmm, you. Your mouth,” you say, lifting your head and opening your eyes again to meet his. With a smirk, he leans down to put his pretty lips on you, sucking on your nipple through your shirt. He’s started pushing into you through the lace, and he can feel your panties getting damp.

“Mmm, so wet for me already,” Chan muses against your chest.

Hyunjin pauses stroking your legs and you see his eyes darken.

“Chan, can I…” Hyunjin asks.

“Fine by me,” Chan replies. “But you have to ask her.”

“Mhm, touch me, Hyunne,” you answer quickly, drowning in excitement and anticipation.

Chan removes his hand from your shorts to grip your breasts as he adjusts his torso so your lips can meet. You’re so anxious to see what Hyunjin will do that you don’t even mind the lack of contact between your legs.

Chan kisses you in his usual mind-blurring, romantic fashion, and you feel Hyunjin’s hand slide up your thigh, under your shorts and toward your pussy. He hesitates right before touching you, but you arch your hips up to meet him instead.

All his hesitation seems to melt away as soon as he feels how wet you are, and he immediately pushes all four fingers up against you with a sense of urgency — like he’s making up for lost time.

Suddenly, Hyunjin pulls his hand out, and gets up to kneel next to the couch for better access. He reaches under your waistband and panties to touch you again. He fumbles for a bit until finding a comfortable angle where he can press on your clit and stick two fingers inside.

You take a quick breath in around Chan’s full lips, startled by Hyunjin’s eagerness. Chan pulls back to observe what his friend is doing, and a lightbulb seems to flicker on in his mind.

“Hyunjin, you have another canvas right?” Chan asks.

“Uh, yeah? Why?” Hyunjin answers, blindsided.

“I have a sudden urge to paint,” Chan says, sitting up and lifting your legs so he can get off the couch.

You’re intrigued, and Hyunjin is just plain confused.

“But… we’re… uh… don’t you want to do this?” Hyunjin asks nervously.

“Actually, I’m feeling rather inspired, Hyunjin.”

With that, Chan leaves the room and heads toward Hyunne’s creative space. You hear some fumbling, cursing and clanging, but then Chan is heading back to the living room carrying Hyunjin’s easel and some brushes.

“What do you think you’re doing, baby?” you ask playfully.

Chan simply raises a finger indicating you should continue to wait, and heads back to grab more supplies. He returns with a blank canvas, some markers and some small containers of paint, balancing them expertly in his toned arms.

He places everything down and begins setting up at an angle where he can clearly see the couch. He pulls up a chair and grabs a marker, ready to make a rough sketch of his next masterpiece.

“OK, you two. Give me something good,” he says, removing the marker’s lid with his teeth, holding it in his mouth.

Hyunjin smirks and turns back to you. “You good?” he asks.

“Yeah, sure,” you reply. “Let’s inspire him.”

Hyunjin lowers his body back on to the couch on top of you, placing his knee between your thighs. Your hands instinctively reach for his hair, pulling him close. His soft lips crash into yours eagerly, though it takes a few seconds to get a comfortable rhythm without bumping noses.

His tongue dips in to explore your mouth like he’s trying to find a secret door in some old mansion. He runs it along your teeth, the roof of your mouth, under your tongue. He doesn’t want to miss out on a single part of you.

You reach down between you to put a hand on Hyunne’s cock over his sweats. He moans at the sudden but anticipated touch, pressing his hips down into your palm. But then he pulls back.

“No, wait,” he says. “I need to make you cum for me.”

He reaches down to grab your hand and lift it back above your head, pressing it into the couch. He does the same with your other hand before burying his face in your neck, licking and sucking and biting in a way that you’re sure will leave marks.

The sound of a zipper coming undone snaps you back to reality, and you look over to see Chan still has a marker in hand, but he’s also pulled out his cock. He strokes it slowly as he watches Hyunjin make his girl squirm.

Hyunjin pulls down the collar of your shirt with his teeth, exposing your taut nipples to the chill in the air. He goes back and forth between the two, teasing you with his tongue as he drags it slowly across your chest, leaving a trail of warm saliva.

“Use your teeth too,” Chan coaches as he draws and plays with himself. “She loves that.”

Hyunjin does as he’s told, biting down lightly at first, then harder. Chan’s right, you do love this. And Hyunne’s doing such a good job. Like he read your mind, Chan pipes up again.

“Good boy,” Chan says. “I love watching you pleasure my little slut.”

Hyunjin’s cock stiffens further at the praise, and your cunt tightens at the nickname. You love being his little slut, too.

Hyunjin reaches down to lower your shorts and you help, lifting your hips so he can easily slide both them and your panties down your legs. After a few more hard bites on your tits, he runs his tongue down to your pussy, excitedly lapping up the juices he and his hyung coaxed out of you so far.

“That’s it, taste her,” Chan says and strokes himself faster.

And Hyunjin does. He digs into you with his lips and his tongue, even biting softly. His fingers are next, thumbing your clit and reaching in to feel every part of your soaking wet cunt, just as he did with your mouth. It’s so good. So, so good.

“Make her cum. Tell that pretty whore she needs to cum for you.”

“Cum for me, please,” Hyunjin breathes into you.

You’re close, so close. Hyunne is stroking you from inside and trying to suck the life out of you through your clit and you feel it coming soon. So soon. Now. You’re gonna…

“STOP.”

Hyunjin startles and halts his movements. You both look to Chan, confused and unfulfilled.

“Not yet. She doesn’t deserve it yet,” Chan says.

Hyunne pulls his fingers out of you, and you whine as your pussy is left to the cold air when there are six perfectly capable hands in the room.

“Don’t be too sad, Princess,” Chan teases. “You don’t want to miss out on his big cock, do you? It would be such a shame if he couldn’t stretch you out, make you scream.”

Your hips involuntarily thrust upward at the thought.

“Please, Jinnie, fuck me,” you plead.

Hyunjin wastes no time pulling his dick out and rubbing its head on your clit.

“Beg for it,” Hyunjin answers.

Both you and Chan are happily surprised by his confidence. Chan chuckles behind the easel and a mischievous smile spreads across your lips.

“Please, god please. I need you, Hyunjin,” you beg. “I need your thick cock. I’ll do anything…”

“Anything?” Chan cuts you off. “Hear that, Hyunjin? She’s so desperate for you she’d do anything.”

“What are you thinking, Chan?” Hyunjin asks playfully.

“Hmmm, I’m thinking we stuff her,” he replies. “You ravage her her tight cunt while I fuck her beautiful mouth.”

“Deal,” Hyunjin says.

He quickly pushes inside you, moving in and out at a good pace. Chan cockily stands up and walks toward you, his stiff cock upright and leaking pre-cum. You turn your head toward him and open your mouth, ready to taste him.

“Good girl,” Chan says, stroking your hair. “You’re taking his cock so well. And you look so beautiful while he fucks you.”

He leans down to kiss your forehead before angling his hips toward your face and gently pushing himself into your mouth. You close your lips around him and press your tongue firmly up to his shaft, preparing to let him take the lead like he loves to do.

Chan places a hand on your head to keep you steady and begins thrusting in and out. He tries to adapt to Hyunjin’s pace to meet you as your body shifts up and down with Hyunjin’s strong pumps into your tight pussy.

The sound of moaning fills the room as both men thrust in and out, in and out. Chan holds and rubs your scalp while Hyunjin uses the hand not steadying your hips to play with your nipples again. It’s not long before you feel yourself finally reaching the climax you were so rudely denied before.

You lift a hand to Chan’s thigh and meet his eyes, and he knows you’re almost there.

“Should we let her cum this time, Hyunjin?” Chan asks. “She’s been such a good slut.”

“I think so,” Hyunjin replies. “She deserves it now, taking both of us so well.”

“Hmmm I guess you’re right. You can cum, sweetheart,” Chan says sweetly, and you’re finishing on Hyunjin’s dick almost at his words alone.

“I’m gonna… ughhhg… too…” Hyunjin says, barely holding on until he senses you’re done to pull out and finish on your stomach.

“Good boy,” Chan praises then looks back to you. “Do you want Daddy’s cum too, y/n?”

You give him the yes eyes and then he’s cumming too, coating your throat in him. You love the way he throws his head back and squeezes his eyes closed, and watching from this angle is truly something beautiful.

He pulls out of your mouth and plants a soft kiss on your lips before reaching for tissues to tidy everyone up. As Hyunjin is cleaning up the mess he made on your stomach, he suddenly remembers the painting.

“Oh, Chan, what did you actually paint?” he asks.

“OH!” Chan exclaims.

He does that cute little skip over to the easel, picking up the canvas and turning it to face you. It’s literally just… lines. Scribbles.

“You did… nothing,” Hyunjin says, almost with disappointment. “On a perfectly good canvas.”

You, on the other hand can’t stop laughing. Chan is giggling, too.

“I’ll buy you another, man, it’ll be OK.”

#the dream tbh #bang chan #bang chan smut #chan smut #hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin smut #bangchan x you #hyunjin x you #bang chan x y/n #hyunjin x y/n #bangchan x reader #hyunjin x reader #bang chan x female reader #hyunjin x female reader #bang chan imagines #chan imagines #hyunjin imagines #hwang hyujin imagines #bang chan hard thoughts #hyunjin hard thoughts #bang chan scenarios #hyunjin scenarios #bang chan oneshot #hyunjin oneshot #hyunjin hard hours #bang chan hard hours #bang Chan x Hyunjin x you #Hyunjin x bang Chan x you #stray kids hard hours

[mins-fins]

should've been me.

&&. you're in love with him, that's great! all he's gonna do is use that to his advantage.

pairing: lee donghyuck x m!reader

genre: angst yummy

warnings: um uh.. sexual content??? (like mentions), the stress of friends with benefits, mentions of drinking, this relationship is very unhealthy

word count: 1.3k

notes: stole fwb hyuck from jj im so sorry but hes so………😢 um anyway so yeah he kinda really sucks here but hes so sexy and beautiful and a hashtag #malemanipulator😂 and reader just kinda takes it cause they're pretty pathetic if im being honest 🙏 (im so sorry but its true) (i quite literally wrote this) anyway DONT deal with people who treat you like shit you deserve better than that 🫵 i also wrote this in like 30 minutes at 1 am and river kept pestering me to sleep so thats cool 😆!

you're not exactly sure what your problem is.

you're not exactly sure what donghyuck's problem is either.

maybe the two of you were simply meant for each other, he's a drunk mess in your house and your a sober mess beside him. although compared to him, your better at keeping yourself in check for long enough that it appears your emotionally stable, hyuck is like.. how would you explain it? a ticking time bomb.

renjun calls him that, he's a disaster waiting to happen, even with how much he tries to put on a stupid calm act. yeah, he's smart, much smarter than most people give him credit for, but he is also much more impulsive than he likes to say.

case in point, he's absolutely wasted in your home right now, whining about some stupid thing his seventh fling said or something.

he's absolutely reckless.

the two of you have been a bit.. off for the past few weeks, your very aware that donghyuck is messing with different people, probably trying to get you out of his head after you two yelled at each other like there was no tomorrow.

he just always seems to find his way back to your house, even after all the times you try to turn him away, he always slides his way back into your life, one way or another.

and you always just let him.

you now realize how you seem like a pushover. wow, chenle actually wasn't wrong for once.

your frustrated, he just decides to waltz into your house, after two weeks of ignoring your messages and going around with other people, messing around with other people, staying over at their houses, pretending that you didn't exist, he always thinks he can just get his way.

it's not like you two are dating or anything..

but you hate that it hurts.

"okay— stop screaming" you put your hands up, but donghyuck doesn't stop talking, just lowering the volume of his voice, he just continues talking faster. you close your eyes, taking a deep breath, sometimes you feel more like his mom than his 'friend that's more than a friend but not his partner'.

"donghyuck, you need to— be quiet" you say, you somehow find yourself walking towards him and place your hands onto his shoulders. he has to look up at you to glare at you, and you almost laugh at the fact, you always teased him about it before, but right now he's glaring at you, a look he's shared with you at only certain occasions.

"don't tell me what to do".

"you're in my house!"

"well where else am i supposed to go, y/n? your the one who opened the fucking door anyway!" he retorts, still glaring at you like before. he's not crazy drunk to the point that he's stumbling over his words and talking like a crazy person, but he's also not that sober either.

not like you don't have so many more other people willing to drop down on their knees for you, why don't you just go to any of their houses instead?

that's what you want to say, the words rest on your tongue, itching to escape your lips so you can finally talk about what's been bothering you all this time.

you two aren't dating, you aren't exclusive to each other, your not.. an "item" or whatever, you two just both found something you could use to your advantage, and it's not like there were any rules when it came to you two, you guys had no control over what the other did with other people.

you have no right to be jealous.

so you refrain from saying that, instead biting your tongue and choosing the first thing that comes to your mind. "i didn't let you in, i opened the door, and you stormed into my house, and now you refuse to get out!"

"you're just such a little— bitch".

you'd kiss him if he wasn't being so aggressive at the moment, you can't say that he didn't look absolutely.. well— irresistible in a sense. if you weren't so stubborn, you probably would've pounced on him already.

but you stand your ground.

for once he can't get his way, you'll make sure of it.

"actually, i know what your deal is!" he shouts, accusingly, he walks up to you and points his finger directly in your face. his expression is a mix of pissed off and absolutely smitten, as if he's in love with you and wants to punch you in the face at the same time.

"oh yeah? enlighten me?"

"you're in love with me".

donghyuck leans close to your face when he says it, spitting out the words like they're poisonous, it's like he knows just how much you feel, like he's taking apart the thoughts that have been constantly plaguing your mind one by one.

you laugh, true words, but your not gonna let him know that. you allow your expression to become one of humor, and you raise an eyebrow. "i'm in love with you? please, get over yourself".

donghyuck doesn't falter. "you're just so bothered by the fact that i'm in someone else's bed, that i don't parade around you all the time, you always say you don't mind than get so sad when i'm not giving you a hundred percent attention, you whine like a baby when i'm not here for just a minute".

his tone is a teasing one, he's making fun of you, like he's about to jump at you and destroy all that you love. he wants to see you break, he wants to see you give in, wants to watch as you slowly melt and encapsulate his words, digest them, he wants you to feel every single letter that comes out of his mouth.

it's like he almost finds you funny, in a sense—

but your not that easy to break, so you just let out yet another bitter chuckle. "okay then mr. know it all, why don't you sit down and let me help you sober up?"

"your a coward".

you grit your teeth, he just won't stop fucking talking will he? he just keeps going on and on and on and on, at this point your considering pulling out the duct tape above your cupboard and shutting him up for good, but instead you close your eyes and sigh.

"why is it so hard to say, y/n? are you really that afraid of commitment that the best you can do is friends that occasionally mess around with each other?"

"donghyuck" you drag your teeth against each other. "if you don't shut up i swear to god i'm throwing you out of this house and making you sleep in the freezing cold".

it's an actual threat, not an empty one, donghyuck knows you well enough that he can tell the difference. so, stubbornly, he sits down, arms crossed over his chest.

your not sure why you always end up taking care of him, he didn't ask for you to, he just wanted to stupidly sulk on your couch, attempting to "calm" his mind after he screamed at you, staying silent after he basically read out all your inner most thoughts to you, like he just reached into your mind and pulled out all the things you'd been thinking.

"you always get so talkative when you drink".

you've gotten much used to ignoring how much you hurt when donghyuck yells at you, it's all become a little thing between you two, you argue, you sleep with each other, you forget it the next day, then go exactly back to that.

it's not healthy for either of you, clearly, it's more of destroying you than anything, but you don't even try to negotiate with him, just let him sit there as you contemplate, standing at your kitchen counter.

"i hate you" you mutter, instinctively cracking your knuckles as you say those words.

and yeah— maybe you do say that,

but your always gonna end up right beside him in the end.

#lee donghyuck #haechan #lee haechan #nct #nct 127 #nct dream #nct imagines #nct drabbles #nct scenarios #haechan imagines #haechan drabbles #haechan scenarios #lee donghyuck x reader #lee donghyuck x male reader #haechan x reader #haechan x male reader #𑁍 ࣪˖ 𓂃 isa's works!

[brrrkdslek]

HAPPY NEW YEAR‼️😜🔥🫵🏻🎊🤩🤰🏻🤓

imagine new year sex with yunho. but it's not sex cuz hes fingering you in the middle of the streets. the two of you were at a carnival, enjoying the games and rides until the countdown happened.

lots of fireworks would go off during new years and you couldn't wait, literally. however, you hadn't noticed the amount of guys that were staring at your ass after they walked past, even after yunho smoothly wrapped his jacket around your waist, claiming it was cold.

before the fireworks, your eyes were literally shining and yunho just stood behind you with a salty look on his face. as you counted down with the crowd, yunho suddenly got an idea.

"60!"

you jumped when you felt something, or maybe someone, touch your ass. you tsked and swatted yunho's hand away, "babe, what are you doing? there's literally fireworks happening and you're thinking of groping my ass???"

"50!"

yunho chuckled and leaned him body on yours, his chest stuck closely to your back and you shivered at the feeling of his hot breath on your neck. yunho wrapped one arm around your waist and the other gently rubbed circles on your underwear, "but i need you 's bad...."

"40!"

yunho growled softly as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, whining softly as his grip tightened. you felt your cheeks heat up and regained your composure, feeling so grateful for the darkness that surrounded you.

"30!"

you sighed heavily and breathlessly when you felt yunho move your underwear to the side, gently sliding his slender fingers across your pussy. yunho smirked, "so wet already? baby, i barely touched you..."

"20!"

yunho softly kissed up your neck and behind your ear, all while his fingers teased your folds to no end. your legs began to shake as you bit your lip, the only thing holding you upright were the railing and yunho's arm around your waist.

"10!"

"y-yun, don't tease..." yunho hummed softly and bit your earlobe playfully, "hmmm, why? you were teasing me the entire night in that little skirt..." you deadpanned at yunho with a light blush in your cheek, "you said you liked it though-"

"9!"

suddenly a choked moan came from your lips as yunho thrusted his middle finger up your wet pussy. your hand immediately came up to cover your mouth as he wiggled the finger and growled quietly into your ear, "gosh, so tight... even just by my finger. i can't wait to stuff you full of my cock at home..."

"8!"

gosh, you couldn't express how grateful you were for the loud crowd you were in. imagine if someone was watching him finger you right now...

"7!"

you gripped the rail as your eyes became glossy, your mind overcome with pleasure as you pressed your thighs together. yunho smirked and began thrusting his fingers quickly.

"6!"

your body was overwhelmed with the pleasure from him fucking you with his fingers and sucking hickeys over your neck.

"5!"

you cried quietly as your body fell backwards onto yunho's chest, "y-yun... no more...!" the taller only chuckled as he held your body up.

"4!"

yunho's hand that was on your waist sliding up your crop top to squeeze your breast, "hmm, but your body seems to say otherwise..."

"3!"

yunho scoffed as he bit your ear again, "no bra? gosh, you dirty little girl..." yunho stuffed another finger into you without warning as you're just squirming and on the verge of dying.

"2!"

you couldn't take it. you felt your eyes roll to the back of your head when yunho's fingers thrusted in that perfect spot, making you see stars.

"1!"

along with the fireworks you saw, your body felt sparks as you trembled and squeezed your thighs together, the knot finally coming undone as you come all over yunho's fingers.

"happy new year!"

you panted as you leaned onto the rail, legs wobbly as yunho held you close. he fixed your clothes and looked at you with a smug grin as he sucked your liquid off his fingers, humming at your taste.

"let's finish this at home, i'll make sure your new year start off extra spicy~"

#brrrkdslek 📁: drabbles #AHAJSJSHDSJJD #HAPPY NEW YEAR⁉️⁉️🤩🎊 #LMAAOAOKKSJDJDHRJRUSXJSIDJJ #THIS ENTIRE SCENARIO IS BASED ON THE CARNIVAL I WENT TO LAST WEEK AHSHSSJDJ #CAN U GUYS TELL IM SUPER INTO HIS FINGNERS⁉️⁉️⁉️😋 #YALL STEND ME TO TH HOSPITAL NOW SHEHSSJ #LAMAISIiisaoOAAOAO #ANYWAYS WE ALMOST AT 350‼️😱 #IDK HOW I PULLED ALL MY FOLLOWERS BUT TYSM FOR UR SUPPORT THEOUGH 2023 #ILYGSM HAVE A GOOD YEAR‼️��️🔥😜🫵🏻😋🤓🥰 #ateez yunho #yunho smut #yunho drabble #yunho thoughts #yunho hard thoughts #yunho hard hours #atz jeong yunho #yunho imagines #yunho scenarios

[deadghosy]

Headcannons

because I’m sorta back to writing again-

College Modern AU

Vance-

You and Vance would always get caught by the dean sneaking out late at night, you two don’t give two shits as you always just laugh at the deans face.

Vance takes you out for night rides and stops by a gas stop for a quick snack as he knows how hungry you always are

You once accidentally tripped over Vance and Vance immediately pushed you off cause he said you were so heavy

“GAH” you yelled out as you fell on Vance. Vance immediately took you off his chest with a grunt as he yelled out “GET YA FAT ASS OFF ME YOU DUNCE!”

As silence hit you said one last time “so my ass is fat?-”

You got hit so hard by him that he apologized by giving you chips

Robin-

You and Robin are always chilling in his dorm as you rest your head on his lap as he has music playing in the background as he plays with your hair.

Robin would definitely sing songs he likes for you and plays them on his guitar (yeah I’m using his irl self as well 🙄)

You and robin would have movie nights watching horror movies. And if you are scared of horror movies he makes sure he holds you so you won’t be badly scared. If you aren’t scared of horror movies, you two make fun of horror movies.

Robin once had you wash his hair but you scrubbed his hair so hard soap flew in your eye, and god was that a memory.

“You’re scrubbing my head too hard Hermano/hermana..” robin warns glaring at you through the mirror as you have your tongue out concentrating. “does it look like I give a fuck?” You said mugging him. Robin shrugs not caring what happens next as he sees a small soap goes towards your (left/right) eye.

You screamed in lower case to not wake up the people by you as you let go of robin’s hair and kept rubbing your eyes hitting robin at the same time in pain. Robin grabbed your hands with a strong grip as he has an irritated face. “God why do I care about you so much…” he says grumbling as he gets water and gets some in your eye and blow into your eye. After your eye got better he has you having your head into his chest as he looks slight relived and annoyed at how stubborn you didn’t listen.

Billy-

Since this is the modern era, I don’t see him as a mail man or a paper boy. HE IS DEFINITELY A FUCKNG DOOR DASHER😾 YALL CANT TELL ME HE WONT

BILLY WOULD BE SO UNIMPRESSED IF YOU ORDERED DOOR DASH JUST TO SEE HIS FACE LMAO 😭

You had order McDonald’s as you seen Billy was your door dasher and smirked. You waited at least 20 minutes and you heard a knock at your door knowing it was Billy

You got off your bed and opens the door laughing at Billy as Billy has a face that says “stfu I’m just doing my job”

After you were done laughing you grabbed your food as Billy flipped you off as you stand there shook.

One time you and Billy were caught accidentally cuddling as they took a photo of you two. The photo was you two basically being close to each other with Billy having you close to his chest and him having his arms around your waist as you were just sleeping on your side.

Billy immediately grabbed that photo and ripped it, burned it, spit on it, and prayed no one seen it as he WOULD die of embarrassment. But it was funny as you were laughing your ass of seeing his face red as he destroyed the only evidence.

Finn-

He is definitely an A and B student and he would definitely help you study. He’s one of those tutors. I will reward you if you get an answer right. Let’s say for an example if you answer a math question right, he will give you an m&m.

He has your photo of you eating m&m with a happy look on your face as his Lock Screen.

Finn had had stop because you kept getting greedy and snatching them shits when he wasn’t looking. So no candy for you 🫵🏾😔

Finn and you have study dates, I mean it’s a study date for him but you don’t know that…yet. Finn WOULD definitely comb his hair and wear something nice for you to notice but he would be a nervous wreck to even compliment you as his face is red.

Finn seems sweet and all but if a frat boy tried to get too close to you without you wanting them too, he would use some of robins and Vance advice and protect you as in beating them up.

Yeah he fucked up that frat boy but the frat boy put up a good fight as he had a bruised nose and eye. You had to take him to your dorm and get ice.

Bruce-

HE DEFINITELY A BASEBALL COACH BUT IS NICE WITH TOUGH LOVE 😭

Definitely coaches little kids to inspire them to be like him or better. He definitely still does baseball which he loves to do and always will.

Bruce will take you around town to get lunch as he is that type of guy to be a ladies man and always will be the mature on in arguments.

One time you grabbed his bat because you seen a bug and immediately Bruce grabbed the bat from your hands and stomped the bug out for you.

You saw the most biggest spider in your life as you screamed a little and grabbed Bruce’s bat terrified. As you were about to swing it down Bruce immediately grabbed you pressing against you as he grabbed the bat out of your hands, putting one arm around your waist and stomp the bug disgusted.

“Dude….it was just a spider calm down.” Bruce says calmly still having his arm around you from behind as he feels you breathing heavy. “Sorry Bruce…*sighs* I just fucking hate bugs. You know that.” “Yeah I do..” it was Bruce’s turn to sigh next as he loosen his arm around you “just don’t grab my bat and grab me instead.” He said looking into your eyes wanting you to understand him.

….

“So you want me to swing you at the bug?”

“That’s not what I fucking said y/n.”

(Anyways thanks for reading this as I’m kinda back into tubmlr. So anyways my ghosts! Have a good night/ day and stay safe!)

#the black phone x reader #black phone x reader #finney shaw #finney blake #bruce yamada #robin arellano x reader #finney x reader #robin arellano #miguel x reader #vance hopper x reader #headcannons #miguel cazarez mora #mason thames #the black phone #the black phone 2022 #vance the black phone #short story #black writer #short stories #short Headcannons #short imagines #short imagine #vance hopper x you #tbp finney #finney blake x reader #DEADGHOSY

[koiiiiijiii]

finishing ur requests? uum no. another idea nobody asked about? yes pls💯💯

wooin x sis!reader (platonic)

author’s note : after last chapter i had this headcanon in my head. i suspect that wooin grew up in toxic household where his parents make him study, locking him up in his room, but boy probably was dreaming about just be free, and once left home. i also suspect his family probably has the same wealth as minu, but his parents way more toxic and controlling. but when he left home he left his part there, the part of his soul.

honesty 1000% in love how some ppl just ignored my closed inbox and keep sent requests🤣🤍🫵🏻 seriously guys, the best!! i will answer all requests, almost all is in process(i mean at least 20-40% already done) but now enjoying my time at home😌💌🔒

warnings : no(?) lil fluff, lil angst, nothing hardcore, prob grammar mistakes(not proofed as all my writings)

༘⋆ wooin is older sibling 100%

༘⋆ when his parents told him he will have a sister, when he was 3 or 4 he was jealous, and whole 9 months he waited for someone who will ruin his life

༘⋆ but instead, when your father brought you and your mum to home from hospital, wooin was confused

༘⋆ he only saw a small girl, no one who could harm him in any way

༘⋆ your first ever smile was for him, or because of him by the way!! and he blushed so so much when your small hand clung to his index finger

༘⋆ so he built a soft spot for you in his heart in two years, because first years you’ve been crying, screaming and sobbing mess, well like all toddlers, while wooin was saying that he was too old to babysit you (bro was like 5-6 years old and crying himself to sleep bc didn’t understand how 10*10 equals 100 and 11*11 didn’t equal 111)

༘⋆ btw you were always silent when he was babysitting you. he chuckled each time when you looked at him with wide open eyes

༘⋆ through his childhood your parents were extremely strict with him, so he partly grateful to you for the fact that you took some attention on yourself and gave him the opportunity to be free from his studies and lectures from your parents for a while

༘⋆ but each year atmosphere in your home becomes more toxic, and when you grow up a little you could remember how wooin was locked in his room to study better, because he didn’t have acceptable marks

༘⋆ but you would always sneak in his room late at night, with your saved from the morning sweets and share some with him

༘⋆ you both favorite was lollipops with lemon favors tho!!

༘⋆ when you were about 13 years old, wooin left the house, he was 17

༘⋆ no need to say that your parents were furious. especially your father. in korea it’s common that son is inherits family business or work, so it’s always been a big scandal over his marks, behavior and look

༘⋆ so when he left, for you it meant that all the attention and rigor of your parents were transferred to you

༘⋆ atter the first couple of months of your brother's absence, he found the strength to meet with you

༘⋆ wooin knew perfectly that parents rage will reflect on you, and honestly he were scared - that you will hate him

༘⋆ when he met you near your school, he froze for few seconds and then hugged you so tight that you thought he was about to break your ribs (you returned him that favor)

༘⋆ you two always were close, wooin was your freshness in a house full of stuffy, stagnant air, while you was his little sunshine of hope and happiness in his dark, locked room

༘⋆ you didn’t have a lot of time after your school, so you just hugged tightly and exchanged phone numbers, so you could stay in touch

༘⋆ few days after you find the way to sneak out of the house to meet with your brother you spend few hours on a bench talking and listening to each other

༘⋆ - how are the relatives? on a scale of one to fucked up, how angry were they?

- fucked up in a cube, you know our dad, he wasn't just furious, from the screams from their room, i think he literally lost his temper

༘⋆ wooin just chuckled sadly and rubbed his neck with the palm of his hand

༘⋆ as the years passed, your nightly meetings continued. sometimes he would catch you after school or another after-school club where your parents had put you

༘⋆ wooin offered you to run away to him several times. by your senior year in school, he was self-supporting, and he even had some white-haired giant working for him, constantly pining after him

༘⋆ somehow you refused, deciding to finish school first and then he promised to help you with either work or university, depends on what you will choose

༘⋆ yes, guys from sabbath know you

༘⋆ yes, heyok once caught you two hugging

*wooin pressed his lips on top of your head, tightly shutting his eyes, frowning a little, he didn’t know when he will see you again, because he knew, in exam session parents won’t let you have a free second*

༘⋆ in first place heyok though you two dating, but then joker explained him how things actually going(my headcanon that they gossip girls, frfr)

༘⋆ since you hanged out with wooin you caught your brother’s manners of jokes

༘⋆ “hey, big bro, does that new red haired guy in your team have a girlfri..”

“don’t you even dare to finish this sentence” he exclaimed indignantly. no way his precious little sis will deal with that motherfucker.

#[ ~ koi.talks🗣] #x reader #windbreaker #windbreaker webtoon #windbreaker x reader #headcanon #webtoon #windbreaker headcanon #wooin #wooin x reader #wooin windbreaker #sabbath crew #wooin sabbath #imagine #joker windbreaker #sabbath windbreaker

[ineed-douma-sobadly]

𖹭𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓽𝔂 𝓭𝓸𝓵𝓵 𖹭

warnings !!: husband!douma x wife!reader, penetration, thrusting, dick sucking/riding, dirty talk !!

this ones for u🫵🏽@alastor-96

⊱────────⋆⋅𖹭⋅⋆───────⊰

You and douma didn't expect to have twins. when the doctor announced it, you where dumbfounded but your happy to now have a family with your husband you loved most.

once you both got home, the babies staying at the hospital for the night, you and douma ended up next to each other as he pet through your hair. you noticed doumas face was blushing red but you had no idea why.

soon after, you fell sound asleep in his arms. douma began whispering into your ear as you where drifting asleep.

until, his voice woke you up saying, "going to sleep so soon darling?~"

you could hear him getting turned on but still, you didn't know why.

douma hands traced down your backs slipping your pants off.

"douma?" You said while breathing unevenly. you knew what he wanted but still getting no idea of what he's doing.

douma responded with a small 'hm' before you asked why he was acting like this.

"well you see, my precious lotus~you and only you are suitable for my children!~anyone else wouldn't be any better~" douma whispered reassuringly into your ear.

that gave you everything you needed but it wasn't piecing together. why would he want to fuck you for carrying his offsprings? you didn't ask anymore questions. you went silent staring into his desperate eyes.

"douma, the whole reason we unexpectedly got twins was because you fucked me on multiple occasions while I was pregnant." You said unsure of what was going to happen after. douma than got up and grabbed something out the drawer.

douma then got back onto the bed, making you underneath him. douma took off his belt causing his pants to fall down and put his hard cock at your entrance.

"that could be true but..~" douma teased

"but what?" You said while trying to ignore how he was close his hot throbbing dick to your clit, making you feel turned on as well. you felt yourself about to cum.

doumas eyes gave you a seducing look while the opening the condom he got from the drawer.

"who said I couldn't fuck you with protection?~" doumas voice at that moment almost had you over the edge.

doumas lips met yours and it felt like that moment was forever. once it broke up, doumas hand slowly started to go to your neck while you could feel him put his dick into you slowly while thrusting a little bit to keep it from slipping. before you knew it he was pounding deep into you. his breathes slowly turned into whimpers as he stopped putting himself into you.

douma soon took himself out of you. both of you were breathing heavy with all the tension between you two. you lips made its way to doumas again but each second was and more hungry and harsh. douma freed his hand off you neck and put one cuffing your face and the other was lapping your folds.

douma soon got up from the kiss, a trail of saliva connecting you and him. douma started kissing all over your neck and stopped somewhere along the back of you neck.

doumas shakey breathe was resting on you. "Your so wet for me, love~ now tell me, when I play with you like this, you love it, don't you~? " doumas hand that was by your wet cunt was going deeper with each word.

"your my little fuck doll, a pretty. fuck. doll. you don't mind me penetrating you non stop and making your eyes roll back as you moan my name. you dont mind at all do you~"

you were completely tranced out by all that was going on. but you knew he was right.

"am I right?~" Douma teased. you were unresponsive and going cock drunk. "so your unresponsive hm~ well I'm about to penetrate the fuck out of you. since that's what you want!~" doumas hand then thrusted into you making you moan loudly but having douma hush you. "sh-sh~ we can't have everyone hear me use my favorite little girl right~?" douma practically whimpered.

when his thrust slowed down, and took his fingers out of you, he sat up over you and licked your juices off his fingers staring deep into your eyes. at this point, you couldn't even think straight. your mind was one on you wanting and yearning for douma. for all of him. douma saw right through you. he sat up and took you off of him to show you his long standing cock with his legs spread open.

he looked at you dead in the eye. "go on. I know you want it~" douma moaned while holding his cock.

after staring for a couple seconds, Douma grabbed your head and forced you near his crotch. "I want you to do it 𝓹𝓮𝓽 ~ go on. I'm waiting~"

you couldn't do anything but stare at it. you never did something like this. but to do it for your husband, was more nerve wracking.

as you were zoning out, douma broke it by slamming your face into his dick making you gag.

"your such a-ah~! good girl~"

after about ten minutes, douma released your head from his hands and let you get up. "you did amazing my dear~ now c'mon, sit on my lap~!" doumas seducing voice lend you over to him while petting his thigh.

you were absolutely stuck in place. you couldn't process everything that was going on. you stood there on all fours staring into his eyes before he picked you up and sat you on his dick before you knew it.

"Now, go up and down~ I believe in you~!" it hurt so badly you were afraid you would scream with jus one small movement. you held onto doumas shoulders as if your life depended on it.

"you need help beautiful?~" douma teased but he would help if you needed it (𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓱 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓲𝓭 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓹)

"n-no douma. I got it.." you whispered trying to get yourself together. it wasn't long after before douma grabbed your waist and moved you into him.

"see~! up and down~!" douma instructed you, basically teasing.

douma was absolutely put on for the noises that escaped your mouth while riding him. it was a dream for him. you yourself enjoyed it to be honest with yourself. a smile appeared onto your mouth as a wave of pleasure went through you as he moved you everywhere you wanted and 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭𝓮𝓭 to be. douma would whimper everytime you gripped his hair when he hit your g spot over and over.

after all, douma needs to give his pretty toy attention and what she wants.

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if the beginning sucks its bc I was rushing to get this out as soon as I could

and I didnt disappoint💪😼 (hopefully not🧍🏿‍♀️)

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