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Ok but I don’t care about this whole not having any empathy or emotions and suddenly having them just to keep the plot going for Gun…

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I'm an autistic Dude truther.

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i just had a sad thought, people don’t appreciate jiho as much as they should really. there’s a lot that do but from what i remember when ptj was writing his story up to the point of his death, people were complaining being like “ugh, i don’t care about jiho or his story”

bitch… ptj was writing that shit for a reason and his fans have drove him into writing his death so shitty cuz they wanted him gone so bad but they didn’t even care about him. whenever i reread the good days of lookism i just feel bad for him knowing what’s gonna happen, jiho wasn’t a perfect person and did things that make you wanna hit him but the point of his character is to show how different people turn out from all the years of bullying… so i like to put him up with with olly as one of the best characters in the franchise. he had so much potential and should’ve stayed in the story longer.

suck it.

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another Gun x reader smut with him being patient and sweet when he takes his s/o virginity pls 🥹🥹 btw ur smut is so soooo gooooddd ❤️❤️

oo ok he’ll be a little nicer than when he has a partner who hasn’t had sex and since he doesn’t really know how to be gentle it might take a couple of times but once he pops that cherry and finally gets in without pain he ain’t stopping 😭

⊹ ࣪ ˖𐙚 𝕾𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖙 & 𝕾𝖔𝖚𝖗༘ ⊹ ࣪ ˖𐙚

Warnings; praising, dirty talk, salivating, daddy kink, penetration, oral (fem receiving), edging, that’s all I could think of. Filth. You get the picture

Maya; I’m so sorry this took forever!

Word count; 2.6k

“Go ahead and lay down…”

Gun’s tone is a little different this time, softer than usual. But not enough to let your guard down, even so, you’ll need to be cautious. You already knew this when this is what you signed up for. “W-what position do you want me in?” You ask trying not to sound too nervous but the shakiness in your voice says it all. But Gun couldn’t help his growing sly grin.

“My, asking questions already? You’re already pleasing me like a good girl. Very well. Get on your hands and knees on the bed.”

With your body still trembling more than you’d like, you obey his soft commands and climb on the bed getting into the position that he wanted, letting your most sacred parts of your body on display for him. While you’re naked and ready for the taking, Gun takes a moment to really get a good view of you. Why rush into things? He’d like to take his time with someone who hasn’t been used up, yet.

His eyes follow every inch of you, the color of your clit and hole thats just begging for his cock to stretch it out and hear you sing. The shape of it, how tight you look, and now he wants to know how you taste. But he’ll be patient, he needs to touch you first, prepare you for what’s to come.

His fingers reach up to delicately hover and lightly caress you, to find out what part of you is the most sensitive. When his fingertips feels like a feather is tickling your hot slit, you gasp a little bringing your lower body away from his touch briefly as a reflex.

Gun catches this and bites his bottom lip already brewing up plans to get you to squirm. “I’ve found it…”

His words leave you more nervous, he’s a cold bastard and you don’t want to get on his bad side so you just wait for his next action. The pads of his fingers rub slowly and press against your throbbing area, with your lips muffled against the pillow you moan from surprise that seems to please him.

“I wouldn’t want to break you too soon, after all, you won’t be loose just yet. But I plan on making you my little slut after this night.”

His words leaves your heart swelling beneath your chest trying to process what you’ve gotten yourself into. But there’s no regrets, you wanted this and so did he. More so he wanted this first but his seduction and how hypnotizing he could be you just fell apart. Gun continues to use his fingers from one hand, the sound of flicking from a cigarette fills your ears from behind you. Even when he’s about to fill you up he needs a damn cigarette? With the hand that isn’t violating your cunt, he uses it to inhale the needed nicotine down his throat before letting out a content sigh.

The smell of the stick waves under your nose as you keep feeling his light touches upon your area. You’ll give it time before you decide to beg, but the longer you wait the more the nerves build up. Finally when the tip of a wet muscle drags down your sensitive skin, you gasp again becoming a slight moaning mess from just two or three dragging licks from his tongue. You could hear the evil chuckles behind you, making his breath blow on the spot.

“It seems that you’re so desperate for pleasure and you won’t beg? Now I’m curious. Let’s see how long this lasts…”

A few few more strokes, he sees the view of the delicious sound of your slick leaking out of your core “mm, you taste so good. I wanna taste every inch of you.” There’s a groan past his lips before he buries his whole face into her pussy practically inhaling it. His teeth sucking on your sensitive spot oh-so-gently. You can practically see stars from how he’s treating your virgin area more gentle than you’d thought while at the same time he clearly wants to devour you.

“Mm, still won’t beg?”

He resurfaced and rubs the digit of his index finger across your aching clit, your hands fingers clench on the bed. At this point you’ll break apart and he hasn’t even done anything yet. That might be embarrassing for you. So you’ll swallow your pride and nerves, “Gun… please! Please, please fuck me!” The hint of whiny tones that escape your lips make Gun smirk almost menacingly “Now was that so hard, princess? Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle. For now.”

You stay in the doggy position on the bed while you prepare for Gun’s thick cock ahead. The rub across your slit from his tip followed by a sudden slap with his shaft sending a loud wet ‘smack’ sound. You joint up earning a little yelp, making Gun groan turning into a little dark chuckle “it seems that you want it more than you lead on.”

Slowly he positions his tip around your entrance and carefully pushes inside, “stay nice and wide for me, baby.” He coos as the palm of his hand stays on your ass cheek, watching as he slides deeper trying to be considerate with any pain you feel. You whimper when he fills up your walls, it does hurt you but you stay calm and try to be relaxed so he can just pound into you.

It’s not so bad that you need him to stop, but it’s enough to make your knees that were pressed on the cushions to shake a little. “Shh, you’re doing so good. Taking my cock like a good girl.” He slides deeper until his balls are now up against your clit. You immediately drag out a moan once all of the uncomfortable feeling has disappeared and replaced with the wanted pleasure.

You can’t help but grip around him so tight that he hisses through his teeth, “Hey, now (Y/N). You keep squeezing me with that tight pussy of yours like that and I’m gonna cum too early. And you won’t get to have yours~”

You bite back any whiny protests about how you can’t help it, it just feels too good already but instead you obey his soft commands and try not to squish your walls on his shaft.

With slow movements from his hips creating a series of low gushing sounds he tips his head back inhaling when his lips part. Your own noises of pleasure were drowning his ears, you just sound so sweet. “Damn, (Y/N). You feel so… fffucking good.” He sighs as his hands begin to roll down your back to the curve to your ass.

Your whines and breathy screams just makes him want to pound into you with no mercy. But he’ll stay patient before he gets to do that. He grinds against your walls, making sure you feel every inch of his length and seeing how he’s making you coax his shaft with how soaking wet you are. “Ahh! Gun!” You squeak a little while you’re slowly being opened up for him to fill you up further.

“What’s wrong? You want me to fuck this pussy until you can’t take it already?” You can hear the cockiness in how much he’s enjoying making you so needy. “Are you sure you can handle it?” His palm brushes over your cheek again, then dives right in between your legs to rub on the hood of your clit. He moans at the feeling of how much you want him.

“Yes! I can handle it now I can take it!”

You know that you’re only digging your own grave but you had a slight idea what you’re signing up for when you agreed to do this with Gun in the first place.

Gun lets out a little throaty chuckle, “if you say so. Very well. But I’m not stopping or slowing down.”

You let the warning sink in your head for a second before he picks up the pace with every thrust. The way you scream for him was just so delicious he couldn’t help but pound into your tight hole even faster. “So tight. And all mine.” Swiftly landing his palm on your bouncing skin following loud smacks from his hips hitting your ass, he groans when you open up more and more like your pussy is letting him in so easily.

“You’re being such a good girl, (Y/N). I’ll give you a sweet reward after.”

The praising causes your walls to grip on his shaft once more before immediately letting go trying not to make him cum just yet. But getting validated by this man makes you want to stay obedient to every command he gives.

Loud cries fall from your lips as salty tears stream down your red puffy face, so much sensitivity in your gummy walls as his thick hot cock strokes with no mercy leaves you already feeling drained. Gun tips his head back panting and groaning at how good this feels, how you’re being such a good girl for him, like he can almost smell your fear that leads you to not want any punishments.

Although… Punishing you for absolutely no reason whatsoever would be quite a treat too. But he’ll probably wait for that for another day. Since you will see him again, and he’ll make sure that you know this too. Finally he couldn’t take it anymore, he presses his large inked hand down against your back.

Pressing his palm into the spot between your shoulder blades to keep you still while he drives in faster, his curved tip hits just the right area you needed. Making your eyes roll back and begin to drool. For a brief moment you stop your screaming while your brain was turning blank. The only sounds being the rough slapping from his hips making contact with your ass cheeks that would be very sore once he was done.

When your able to find your voice again your toes curl and squeeze with a sudden heat wave experience down your body you couldn’t quite help but sob for.

“Ohh fuck! You wanna cum, I can feel it. But not yet, sweetheart. I won’t push you too hard since this is your first time but soon, you’ll be able to edge for hours…”

That sounded more like a threat than a promise.

While he continues to hit against that sweet spot you find it more difficult and uncomfortable with how you try to deny your orgasm. It feels like your body just needs to burst. And Gun makes it harder purposely of course when he then pulls you back gripping on your waist to watch your ass have ripples from the constant bouncing and slapping.

Your mind gets a little foggy, and your vision briefly spins in circles but you try to hold back as much as you can, noticed by Gun he moans at how obedient you’re being underneath him. The springs from the mattress creak mixed with your longing screams from your throat you made from reflex.

When his balls swing and smack against your clit roughly it adds to the friction and getting it harder to keep in check with your climax. When finally after an only minute you can’t take it anymore.

“Please!! Gun, I don’t think I can do this any longer ple-ease!!”

At the sounds of your begging Gun needs to hold back his own urge to release just so you can have yours like a gentleman.

“Ohh ffuck, do it. Cum on this cock! Then I’ll cum on your face!” With his permission your body tenses up to squeeze out the thick cum across his shaft. From how tight your walls clench from that orgasm he hisses and pulls out as quick as possible so he’d flip you over and pull on your hair making sure his juices spray and land on your face. He moans out breathlessly as he watches himself paint on you, rubbing his tip across your chin and forehead letting it dribble on your skin.

Gun chuckles a little letting the sight sink in. He nods in approval, so much pride and arrogance that fuels the fact that he claimed you well, but he wasn’t done. Nope. He was ready to see just how far you could go before he could make you pass out from exhaustion.

“Go ahead and spread your legs, I’ll give you the sweet reward I promised you.”

A heated sensation is felt on your face and ears but you nod and lay on your back feeling the damp blankets from the amount of sweat you have. Gun groans at the sight with his cum still coated on your face while your own cum is leaking out of your warmth.

He dives right in with no mercy or hesitation upfront. You can almost scream just from how amazing his tongue and lips feel against your pulsating clit as he spreads your folds open with his fingers.

He moans from your taste making him go wild, burying his nose nuzzling it while inhaling you. Sucking the hood of your clit giving it little nibbles your brain pauses for a moment, his fingers slipping into your opened core just adds to the pleasure with slow motions listening to your juices up against his face. You can see his black eyes get a little hazy.

You knew you’d have to ask for permission to let loose in his mouth but then it just felt so good that you greedily didn’t want him to stop. Gun focuses on between your folds for a little bit before replacing his fingers for his tongue circling around your entrance while his thumb pressed against your clit with very motions. Your eyes can’t help but get to the back of your skull while in the middle of seeing stars.

He catches your pleased reactions and has it purposely difficult not to release just yet. Just when you’re on the brink of asking for it he pulls away with a sudden warning expression. “Ah… I plan on edging you further, even if your body can’t take it anymore.” He’s just so addicted to breaking you already.

Your nails scratch and dig into the wet blankets below you, ten minutes of holding it all back goes by and you somehow feel like you’re weak knowing that you might not be able to go through with this little game of his.

Another ten minutes and suddenly you can’t get enough, even if you’re trembling hard your body threatens to cum with no control over it. But you are still successful with this aching feeling. “Hah, p-please Gun! I wa—“ Gun’s hand crashes down on your mouth silencing you shaking his head. “I don’t need you to beg, that’s not what I want right now. I want to see you falling apart. I guess I just wasn’t so clear about that.” His heavy body hovers above you, quivering and in pain.

The digits of his slim fingers easily slick past your pulsating hole, rubbing on the spot he knows he’d leave you destroyed with. “How’s that? Huh?” His tone mocking and mean, you can’t take it. “You’re fucking soaking. And you’re squeezing on my fingers so tight like some little whore. You’re definitely struggling yet you’re doing such a good job. I don’t know if I should reward you, or just want to make you suffer more…”

Gun definitely has a new obsession now. Maybe he’ll be thinking of you when he gets really excited when he’s fighting.

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Vin Jin at every given moment

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BUUUULLLSHIT

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˚₊‧꒰ა 🎀 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Moka Akashiya ˚₊‧꒰ა 🎀 ໒꒱ ‧

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yayy finally you're back with prompts!!!

anyways, "i'm sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making." + "so good for me. look how much you came." + "look at that pretty expression. i always knew you could make one." w/ Sammy, plzzzz

I’m sorry what was that? I can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making. So good for me. Look how much you came. Look at the pretty expression, I always knew you could make one.

While you’re on top of Samuel with your legs against his thighs moving up and down making your body bounce and jiggle, he makes you edge a little longer to see just how much you can take.

You felt like it’s been an eternity yet it’s only been 15 minutes but the Samuel slows his pace thrusts his hips upward while you’re continuing to keep a fast pace just makes your wall go on a spiral. “Sam-please…” You nearly scream with a pleading whimper. Your voice has a pitch that he can’t help but chuckle at.

“I’m sorry what was that? I can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making.”

You lower your face as your eyebrows thread together trying to find a clear voice, his palm rests on your right ass cheek rubbing your bouncing skin as it smacks against his stiff balls. Samuel couldn’t help but groan at how cute and sexy that face you just made looked.

“Look at that pretty expression. I always knew you could make one.”

You don’t know if you can last any longer. Your soft walls tight around him getting more sensitive as slick drops and coats his cock completely. The lewd sopping sounds in the bedroom makes Sam groan as his head rests on the wall behind him. “I think you’ve been a good girl. I’ll let you have your reward.”

With his permission and green light to orgasm you can feel the fluttering of your walls and instantly let out thick globs of seed that your pussy can create. With your head thrown back a loud cry escapes from your lips. From how much you came, he barely had strength to pull out have his own.

He moans huskily watching himself try to get his member out of your leaking core with just a little of his own liquid drops inside. While the rest spews out on your stomach, painting you with his hot cum.

“So good for me, look at how much you came.”

His tone full of approval and lust you both catch your breaths after the aftershocks Samuel sighs “Why don’t you join me in the shower? I have work tomorrow.”

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not wanting to pressure you but I need your posts to breathe and with that said I would love to read about virgin!Crystal Choi experiencing intimacy and sex for the first time (hcs maybe?) and add x male reader please, love you!

To breathe?? Don’t die on me! I’ll do both versions of Crystal if that’s ok

ꨄ︎Virgin Crystal Choi x male! Reader HCS ꨄ︎ 18+

💞When Crystal met you it was at night in her thinner body, and at first she didn’t know anything about you and she wasn’t that interested even when you were kind to her. She thought to herself ‘he’s only being so nice because I’m pretty’

💞The next encounter she came in her other body and yet you’re still being so kind to her? Maybe you’re not so bad…

💞The night she lost her virginity with you she was your girlfriend for quite some time. And that night she was comfortable with you to tell you about her two bodies. Despite knowing she should keep it a secret she trusted you

💞Knowing her secret now you might’ve just fell in love with her even more. Now you’re undressing her while she’s kisses you passionately like she hasn’t seen you in forever.

💞She’s in her taller body as she lays underneath you, you can tell she’s nervous but with some hand holding and gentle kisses and touches she’s reminded of how much she loves you

💞Once you’re inside her acrylic nails dig down your back practically shivering beneath you, no pain at all just pleasure and slick gushing from her hole would let you all the way in.

💞Crystal learned a lot about herself and what she’s into. She’s pretty vanilla but not too gentle and sweet either.

💞She’s into nipple play, lip biting, praising, (on both parties), slight dirty talk, and since she loves you so much she’ll let you eat her out and it might’ve her favorite moment of the night

💞after that, her connection with you will only strengthen and she’ll actually be herself around you and she expects you to do the same. No more secrets.

💞In her other body, she’s a little more nervous than the other because of how she’s treated by mostly men but she still knows that you wouldn’t say or do anything to hurt her

💞this body is much shorter under you

💞It’s technically the same pussy but it felt like she was losing her virginity again

💞You both end up sweatier than the last time from how many rounds you both had

💞She’d prefer to take a nice shower after sex and would want you to come with her

💞She won’t admit it because she’s too embarrassed but she’d want more touching and hot kissing in the shower while you’re both naked

💞When she’s in her other body she likes it when you pick her up in any scenario, from the couch to the bed,in the shower, or just to kiss her

💞Give her a lot of compliments during sex, she’s blushing hard and putty in your hands

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'you can call me whatever you want, baby.' + 'be good, and i'll fuck you' + 'you're fucking gorgeous like that, spread out like a good girl who just wants to be eaten.'

for Gun Park please :D

You can call me whatever you want, baby. be good and I’ll fuck you. you’re fucking gorgeous like that, spread out like a good girl who wants to be eaten

You’re laying on your back, on Gun’s bed once again, nude and looking up at the man who just took out a cigarette to inhale the nicotine right before he stokes the skin on your inner thigh gently. His fingers hover and caress your spot watching how you shiver and whimper softly.

“You’re fucking gorgeous like that, spread out like a good girl who just wants to be eaten.”

His words leave your body slightly quaking, some sticky slick stir up and leak out of your hole as your folds squeeze your clit just briefly from how swollen it’s becoming after the amount of times Gun has been teasing you. He’s so mean. But somehow he just knows how to make that even better with the experience. “Ahh- Gun…” you plead as your knees try to stay up to be spread out wide for him to catch every sight of how horny you are.

“Ah, I mean- daddy!” You listen to a soft chuckle from him, luckily he seems like he’s in a good mood right now. He must’ve came back from a good day at work.

“You can call me whatever you want, baby.”

You feel some sort of relief down your body grateful for lack of punishments from such a sadistic man. “For tonight,” he adds firmly as he takes the finished cigarette in between his fingers and crushes the ends with his fingers. Then flicks it down to the bedroom floor, at the moment not caring about it for now.

You can’t take it anymore at this point, you’re aching and the cold air caressing your swollen folds is just causing your lower body to twitch. “Gun!” You continue to whimper and clench your fists that is currently tied up in one of his belts.

“Please! Please… fuck me!” You try not to sound so pathetic but it was difficult when you could feel every little movement makes your clit throb. Gun lets out a hearty laugh, not surprising.

“Be good, and I’ll fuck you.”

You watch as Gun lowers his face close to that pulsating core. He moans from the close up, “You don’t cum for a good minute and I’ll give you what you crave, my darling.”

You feel the tip of his tongue drag painfully slow against your the hood your clit and you’re already practically screaming. Mostly because you’re trying to hold back your need to cum seconds after he’s made a move. Trying to remind yourself like you always do that when you’re finally able to release after some amazing rounds it’ll be so damn worth it and you’ll be left more than satisfied.

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“horror movies of the 1970s reflect some of the grim social developments of the decade. fortunately, when society goes bad, horror films get good. in the 1970s horror makes its way back into the cultural spotlight. horror movies dealing with contemporary social issues and addressing genuine psychological fears were big hits during the decade.”

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say less ft. wooin | 🔞

summary: your boyfriend Wooin isn’t very good at listening… cw: fembodied!reader, smut, pwp, established relationship, lowkey toxic bf!Wooin, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, p in v, mentions of edging and overstimulation, light dirty talk, creampie, tbh pretty vanilla and standard stuff around here. everyone featured is 18+ wc: 3.5k

“I swear, Wooin, you’re such an asshole! You always…”

Your words fade into the background as Wooin tunes out your incessant yapping. When you get like this, he sees no point in trying to argue with you. Mouth spewing your emotional word vomit at a hundred miles per minute, interrupting you would only cause you to talk in circles as you forget the original reason you were mad. 

Now, Wooin isn’t the perfect boyfriend. He’ll admit that. For so long, he’s only ever had to worry about him and his own needs and what he wants to do. He isn’t the type to act as a knight in shining armor who just always knows what to say, knows how you’re feeling, and can figure out what you mean when you say certain things. However, he gets that you’re on the sensitive side and prone to emotional flare ups– the least he can do for you is give you time to rant and get it out of your system.   

As he phases in and out of this ‘conversation’ he picks up the same buzzwords; he’s selfish, he never understands you, he doesn’t listen, he’s inconsiderate, he purposely pisses you off because he thinks it's funny, blah, blah, blah. You’ve nagged him about the same things so many times, he can’t even feel bad about not listening to you half of the time. It’s the same song and dance every other week. He got your message loud and clear the first time you got on his case after he seriously fucked up by choosing to work on your birthday. Since then, he’s been trying to be a better boyfriend to you whether you realize it or not.

Ten minutes into your spiel, Wooin’s already forgotten what you were initially mad about. He thinks it might be about how some girl keeps calling and texting him– but he could be wrong and that might’ve been last week’s argument. Either way, he’s already explained to you that he’s not interested in the coked up airhead who’s been blowing up his phone, jonesing for a fix. 

“God, you haven’t been listening, have you?” You let out a frustrated sigh, throwing your hands up in defeat. “We’ve had this argument so many times. If you just listened the first time, we could be working on a solution so we can get over this.”

Your rambling continues on as Wooin tries to figure out what the hell you’ve been talking about this whole time. Racking his brain for any ideas that relate to the clue you’ve given him, he’s coming up empty. 

Maybe you didn’t just prattle on about the same shit every time and he genuinely ignored you voicing a genuine concern in your relationship. Spending a few minutes to ruminate over the idea, your words hang in the air, ignored and unacknowledged until he hears something different from the usual script.

“I’m over this. I hate you.” You practically snarl, grabbing your sweater from his couch and making your way to the door. 

Now grounded back into the moment, Wooin follows after you, catching your wrist to prevent you from leaving.

“Baby, you don’t mean that.” He says, the usual smug expression he wears gracing his features to mask how he truly felt.

Deep down, the idea of you dumping him terrifies him. It might be the only thing he has a serious fear of. Knowing that everything he built with you could be taken from him all because he hasn’t fully grasped the concept of considering how his actions negatively affect others; it fills him with dread.

“Wooin, I’m fed up. We need time apart.” You insist, yanking your wrist out of his hold only for him to grab your hand; prying apart your fingers so they could intertwine with his.

“Sure, sure. We can take a break.” He remarks in a dismissive tone, trying to convince himself that you didn’t seriously want that. “Just tell me right now that you don’t actually hate me.”

Gazing into your eyes with a more sincere expression, he holds your hand tight as you finally fall silent. Staring back at him, your irises are fiery, embers of your anger still present but gradually dying out.

“Fine. I don’t hate you.” You grumble. “I just hate how it feels like you never listen to me.”   

Your gaze falls to the ground after what seems like an eternity of looking into Wooin’s eyes and trying to pry into his mind to see what he thinks and figure out if your relationship actually meant anything to him. 

“If you’re leaving, can I at least have a kiss before you go?” Wooin finally asks after a few more moments of silence.

You press your lips against his in a chaste kiss before you pull back, lingering there for a bit as you look at him through your lashes; silently contemplating whether or not you’d indulge in more. 

“There. That should be enough to hold you over until I feel like talking to you again.” You murmur, ultimately deciding against it when you remember how crazy he made you feel earlier.

Increasing the distance between your bodies, you slip away from him again and attempt to make an exit before he can reel you back in. 

Wooin lets out a short chuckle, right on your heels when your hand reaches for the doorknob.

“Nuh uh, give me a proper kiss.” He demands as he snakes his body between you and the door to prevent you from leaving. 

Annoyance creeps into your system again but your lips are meeting his once again. Looping his arms around your waist, Wooin pulls you closer as he deepens the kiss with such passion; it’s clear that he intends to eat up all your frustration with him. Playful hands travel down south, groping your ass so you’re flush against him and can feel the way his length twitches in his pants every time you try to wriggle away from him. When your lips part in a soft moan, his serpentine like tongue darts into your mouth to claim the warm cavern.  

That familiar taste of candy always lingered on his tongue when you kissed him along with a vaguely metallic flavor from his piercing. Today, his saliva is tinged with artificial strawberry as his tongue mingles with yours. With the unique sensation of Wooin’s tongue being both forked and pierced, it doesn’t take very long for your mind to become muddled; consumed by the way he devours you. You almost fall victim to his ways, but pride is a mighty sin that refuses to let Wooin off the hook so easily. 

Wooin is actually surprised by how aggressively you pull away. You see it on his face for a split second before he’s sucking his teeth in annoyance. Sharp eyes drag along your body, daring you to go and see what happens if you leave his sight. Caught in limbo, part of you doesn’t want to be around Wooin but the other part knows that it would make you just as childish as him if you walked away right now when he seriously wanted to make things right. 

“Are you seriously gonna listen to me this time?” You ask him quietly, a stormy gaze thinly veiling your frustration with him.

After watching Wooin think over your words, he throws his hands up in a placating manner and agrees to a truce; sitting down on the couch with you to hear you out. 

Being the person he is, of course it gives a slight ego boost to Wooin when his assumption is correct. You’re indeed mad about the same things, spewing the same complaints about him. The only difference is that now he’s actively listening to you; biting his tongue back to start from engaging in a real argument. Whether it was clear to you or not, he was more than willing to be the lover you wanted– he just needed time to rewire his mind. Becoming the boyfriend you needed wasn’t just gonna happen overnight even with his best efforts. As much as he wants to tell you that, he knows you well enough to be aware of the fact that there’s no getting through to you like this. All you want is to be heard, and it’s the least he can do for you. 

Eventually, you cool down and hug things out with Wooin. The air is still prickly with your emotional outburst from earlier and the energy is scattered even as a silence falls over the room.

“I’m sorry if I said anything too mean earlier.” You murmur, becoming uncomfortable with the rigid atmosphere.

“It’s fine.” Wooin shrugs before leaning back into the plushness of the couch. “You were right about how I wasn’t listening to half the shit you said anyway.”

You roll your eyes at Wooin’s blunt admission but his honesty does make it easier to let go of your anger toward him. Even if his words are a little crass, it’s admirable how he has no problem admitting his fault in this situation.  

“Are you gonna stick around or are you set on leaving?” He questions after a lingering silence ensues, his eyes fixed on the way you can’t sit still in your seat.

“I should probably get going before it gets late.” You say in a quiet voice,   moving slowly as you stand up. 

“Or, you can just stay the night.” Wooin interjects, standing up then moving closer to you; leaning in make you an offer you can’t say no to. “I’ll eat you out as an apology. You know how bad I am at saying sorry.”

His slimy proposal really makes you question why you put up with him in the first place. But when he has you laid out on the couch, naked from the waist down with his mouth latched to your clit, you remember why.

You thank the heavens, grateful that Wooin’s mouth was good for something other than yapping up a storm. His tongue is so agile. Being able to control and independently move each side of the forked appendage had to be something he practiced a lot to get good at. Your mind is too muddled to indulge the little green monster asking how many girls he’s made cum on his tongue. What matters to you right now is the way his mouth is latched on to your folds; slurping and suckling all while his tongue lashes at your clit. 

 Unpredictable yet meticulous; the paradox described Wooin’s attitude toward most things he did perfectly. You really feel it as he’s lapping up the wetness pooling out of you. Dragging his tongue from your fluttering entrance to your pulsating clit. Circling the swollen pearl with each end of his tongue in a cyclical manner then starting to suck hungrily. It’s a novel sensation each time he switches up the pace and it’s different every time he goes down on you. Yet, it’s always full of mind numbing pleasure.   

Wooin brings you close to your orgasm, eating you out with a voracious mouth that seems like it won’t stop– until it does. He leaves your body dangling off the edge of your climax, doused in perspiration after setting your nerves on fire. Then, as soon as you cool off, he’s back at it. Giving you every bit of his hot mouth and tongue.

God forbid that you look at Wooin while he’s nose deep in your cunt like this. It makes his ego and cock swell like no other. He spreads your legs wider so he can eat you sloppier; your orgasms building quicker and quicker after each time he denies you. With his enthusiasm, it's hard to tell which he likes more; edging and overstimulating you until you’re putty beneath his touch or the mere act of eating you out.   

One thing for certain is that he won’t let up on you until you feed his ego. The moans, how easily he brings you to orgasm, and how slick your pussy gets are nice appetizers. But Wooin eats up your praise almost as greedily as he devours your pussy. Hearing you beg for his cock has both his pride and the veins in his shaft swollen with desire. It’s a song he could listen to on repeat for an entire lifetime. 

Post argument sex is a slightly different ball game though. On a regular day, Wooin can get you to beg for him in no time and get his dick in you long before his patience wears thin. Days like this, you stubbornly hold out on him while his tongue is swirling over your sensitive parts– all in the name of feeling how sorry he was and how much he craved your forgiveness since this was the closest thing to an apology you could get from him. 

Wooin has no problem entertaining the little games you play with him. But at the end of the day, he just plays them better. If you wanna stay tight lipped and deny him of hearing you plead for his cock, he’s gonna eat you out until you can barely speak. 

 After dangling the idea of climax in front of you for so long, now it’s time to give you the release you craved. And then some more.

The first orgasm has you sighing in relief.

The second one has you crying for more.

The third one has you regretting being so greedy.

And by the fourth one and beyond, you feel like you’re limbo; unsure if you wanna continue or tap out.

But the sight of Wooin’s signature smirk, now glossed with your arousal has something in your stomach twisting. It’s almost a sinister type of desire; knowing that you’re really pushing yourself but craving to be totally broken down. 

“I dunno if I’m done apologizing yet.” Wooin muses, thumbing over your quivering clit as he takes in your trembling form.  “I can’t tell if you’ve forgiven me or not.” 

Sharp eyes meet your exhausted ones. The playful lust burns bright in his eyes as a counter to the glazed over look you wear. Your brain is foggy but you know exactly what he’s getting at as he threatens to give you a second set of back to back orgasms. 

“I forgive you.” You finally tell him in a breathless voice, shivering as his thumb ghosts over your overstimulated nub.  

“Oh? I’m glad to hear that, sweetie. But what does that mean?” He feigns ignorance, smiling at you innocently as he tries to browbeat the words he craves to hear out of you.

“Fuck me. Please.” You throw in the politeness last minute, not wanting to deal with Wooin taunting you anymore and it seems to work.

You watch him shimmy out of his pants and boxers to free his cock then mount you. The tip is dark pink and engorged with precum beading on the tip; just to dissipate on to your skin when he smacks it against your puffy cunt. Meanly pressing you into the couch, Wooin looms over you as he pushes your legs back; body folded in half with your knees parallel to your ears. 

“Ya know…I’m starting to think that you like getting me riled up like this. You probably don’t even care if I apologize to you after petty arguments that you start.” He chuckles, sliding his length back and forth between your wetness to coat himself in your juices before he’s splitting you open with his girth. 

You don’t have to answer Wooin’s accusation because he knows it’s true– at least for him. It doesn’t matter what your intention is or if you do it on purpose; he likes the anticipation and build up. Feeling every vein in his dick throb for you and the way they pulse in time with your heated cunt. He holds back the moan at the long awaited contact he’s deprived himself of, but you can see the way his jaw twitches when he’s deeply embedded in you; his full balls flush against the curve of your ass and his cock twitching inside of your gummy walls.  

Though Wooin would never admit this to you out loud, he’s become rather fond of the mating press position. The way you gaze up at him like he’s some sort of god when you’ve gone dumb on his dick is addicting. It’s especially good when he’s only a few strokes in and he can feel the way your sensitive walls seize up on him as another orgasm is ready to be plucked from your body. 

“You’re gonna make me cum again-” The syrupy sounding cry that falls from your lips as validation of how good he was making you feel keeps his ego comfortably satiated. 

But greed seems to be the sin that drives most of Wooin’s life. So he pushes on without much thought, fucking you through yet another orgasm until you’ve sullied both his cock and couch cushions with your release. And it doesn’t stop there. 

Urgent thrusts have the couch skidding across the floor of his apartment. The linoleum tile could withstand it. A few minor scrapes is nothing compared to the way Wooin drills his cock in and out of your slick walls with a calculated precision that attacks your g-spot. Your orgasms bleed together and feel like one long wave of agonizing bliss. The constant stimulation of your sensitive walls should hurt by this point with how rough Wooin’s thrust are. Maybe your senses are so muddled, each of the mean snaps of his hips feel good now– maybe you’re just a masochist. Whatever it is, you’re more than happy to take what Wooin gives. 

Back to back orgasms is the least he can give you for being such a headache anyway. 

As Wooin’s first crescendo of ecstasy builds, your last orgasm is still going and it only goes on longer as he chases his finish. Even with all the pleasure and pain melting together to put you in a lusty haze, it’s not enough to distract you from the liquid seeping out of your drooling pussy. The wetness spreads so much you can feel it under your back and it’s like you’re glued to the couch. Having got yours long ago, you’re a bit impatient now as you wait for Wooin to finish.

“You’re gonna keep taking this dick until I cum, aren’t you? I know you can.” He pants, head tipped back as a low moan fills the air.  

Stuck between the plush couch and the solid yet lean muscle of his body, you’re stuck in place. Erratic thrusts that grow sloppier with each passing second. The warmth of Wooin’s breath on your neck as he moans into the skin. You could whine about how everything feels too intense and how your insides ache from his brutal thrusts. But you crave his release almost as much as he does.

You want him to greedily fuck your aching pussy until it makes him cum. You want him–no– need him to use you and take out his frustration. It’s almost like a compulsion to have his cum filling you up and dripping out of your sloppy hole. In this moment, it’s  the only way you’ll feel complete and truly satisfied. 

“Oh my– fuck! You’re so fuckin’ wet.” Wooin groans, his voice tethering along the fine lines of anguish and elation. “So, so wet. I’m gonna cum.” He mutters.

Messy, squelching thrusts. Deep groans and slurred curses. Wooin’s finish encompasses just as many of your senses as your own orgasm does when it overtakes you. In his own pursuit of peak pleasure, you’re sent over the edge one more time. The sight alone of his lust riddled face honestly might have been enough to bring you to your finish. Feeling him unleash hot, silky ribbons of his seed within you, your walls convulse around him; trying to milk every last drop out. 

“Ah, fuck, that’s good.” Wooin grunts in a gravelly voice. “Best fuckin’ pussy ever.”

You’d be a fool to think that Wooin would stop there. The few shivers that run up and down his spine aren’t enough to get him to quit now. 

The slick tightness of your pussy has him fucking his cum into you, shooting the last few ropes deep inside until he’s overstimulated himself and he’s a bit dizzy. His black lacquered nails dig into your thighs, trying to keep himself grounded in the moment as the high of his finish threatens to carry him off to cloud nine. 

Once he’s satiated and both of you have finished basking in the post orgasm haze, Wooin reluctantly pulls out of you. The mess on the couch could be dealt with later. What mattered right now was getting you cleaned up and giving you some princess treatment so he could get back on your good side.

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GOO KIM | VIN JIN | KWAK JIHAN| OLLY WANG | CHEON TAEJIN | RYUHEI KURODA | GITAE KIM | LEE JIHOON | NA JAEGYEON | JI GONGSEOP | KIM GAPRYONG | PARK JINYEONG | WOOIN | HWANGYEON CHOI | HYOUMA NAGASE | CHRIS D’CHAR | RYU JUWON | TAKEDA KAZUMA | SEONG TAEHOON

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I'm not sure if this is worldwide or not but

Please watch out, this is very disgusting.

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Gun is overrated. *gasp* oops-

ain’t no way people who post “__ is my husband” in tiktok being aggressive to other people who also like that FICTIONAL character😭 AND ITS ALWAYS GUN GIRLS!!! Gun, my boy, calm your fans down… and yes, im looking at you too, power scalers…

like, im as scared of lookism fandom as finding it funny i swear

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I know it’s just for a nice panel of them all together but imagine this in real life. People asking if they’re friends and they all just pose like that and be like “we’re family!😄”