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jesuistrestriste · 5 months ago
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art would be so enthusiastic about trying for a baby. he’d wanna be balls deep in your pussy at all times 😭🫨😵‍💫
oh YEAH. art donaldson loves to creampie you. once you two have been together for over several years and are actively trying to get pregnant, he realizes something about himself that he hadn't before: he has a breeding kink.
at first it started simple. you tracked your ovulation and whatnot with that little app on your phone, and you two would have sex nearly every night. and nearly every night he'd cum inside of you. it was heaven for him; feeling your gooey walls clench and throb around him as your body milked him for every drop.
one time, when he had you flat on your back in bed, moaning and holding onto his shoulders as he rutted tenderly into your cunt, he caught himself wanting to say hyper-specific dirty things.
"gonna fill you and make you a mommy," he'd wanted to say, "gonna cum until it leaks out of you."
but he hadn't. it was embarrassing, wasn't it? who knows if you'd even like that kinda stuff. this was purely to make a baby. not to indulge him in some secret kink he had. he had kept his mouth shut, and he had finished copiously inside of you. just like he did every time. and he withered afterwards on top of your chest and pouted, but he hid this from you well.
and then a few days later, it all changed.
he was fucking you gently in bed, nothing surprising, when you had started to reach down and rub your clit. he felt you tighten around him, and he thrusted into you a bit faster. as you got closer and closer, some words spilled from your parted lips that caught him fully by surprise.
"fuck me, art," you moaned out, "fill me up completely! i want your babies so bad-!"
and it was like something in him completely snapped.
he let out a guttural groan and instantly shot milky white ropes into your pussy, right up against your cervix. spurt after spurt after spurt of him flooded into your body, and he kept himself buried in you up to the hilt for as long as he could. his hands clutched your hips, his eyes rolled back. the orgasm had caught him utterly and wholly off-guard, and he moaned and trembled furiously over you as he rode it out.
after that, he was always vocal during sex about his want to get you pregnant. or rather, to express his love for the process that resulted in getting you pregnant..
he'd put you in doggy, and prone-bone, and cowgirl; claiming that all of these positions helped with conception, but you knew that he just wanted to be able to look and squeeze at all of your curves and soft, plush skin—in all his favorite ways—as he bred your hole.
"fuck, FUCK—! you're gonna be such a good mommy—!" he would gasp into your shoulder when he'd take you from behind.
"you want me to cum deep inside? give you my kids?"
"you wanna make me a daddy? oh god, let me cum— i'm gonna cum! i'm gonna give you everything i've got!"
"keep it all inside!"
you got pregnant that same month. twins.
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chxrryhansen · 8 months ago
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Steve with a MASSIVE breeding kink mmmmffffgggg…. 🤤
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hi baby🥺 i’m so sorry that it took me this long to get to your ask, steve is such a family man so this always makes me go wild.
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“oh fuckkk”
you moaned as steve continued to thrust inside of you, hitting your cervix and bottoming out with each thrust.
“yeah, you like that? you like it when daddy fucks this slutty hole?” he taunted from above, his blond locks sticking to his forehead in concentration, angling his hips just right, hitting your g spot.
“love it daddy, so so much, you fuck me s’ good.” you whined, hips writhing on his thick length.
he let out a deep groan as your cunt clenched around him, “such a good little whore for daddy, always letting me fill you up with my fat cock.. maybe it’s about time you let me fill that pretty pussy with somethn’ else, hmm?”
you threw your head back in ecstasy at the thought of how good his cum filling you up would feel, letting out a high pitch, almost pornographic moan.
“fuck. you love idea of that, huh baby? it’s okay, daddy’s gonna’ fuck this slutty cunt til’ my cums leakin’ down your legs for days. can’t wait to see your tummy grow n’ watch you mother my children.” he growled, his arm wrapping around your throat, squeezing harshly, forcing you to look up at him.
the room echoed with the sound of skin clapping, his hips pummelling against your ass, sure to leave bruises from the brutal force of his thrusts.
“please can i cum, daddy? wanna’ cum s’ bad.” you managed to choke out against his harsh grip.
“such a greedy girl, go ahead baby, soak daddy’s cock.”
you let out a scream as you came, the knot in your stomach finally letting loose, your cream forming a white ring around the base of steve’s shaft.
“shittt. look at the mess you made, sweet girl. creaming all over daddy’s cock like a fuckin’ whore. squeezin’ me like a fuckin’ vice, fuck. you’re gonna’ make me cum. gonna’ breed this pussy so good, get your belly all swollen n’ full of my kids.” he breathed, his abs tightening as his load came shooting out, ropes of hot, sticky, cum filling your cunt to the brim. still continuing to cum as it began leaking out of your pussy and down your thighs.
he always did stay true to his word.
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cosmicmunsonwrites · 1 year ago
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can you maybe write something about jj always wanting to eat his girl out if that's okay:D
oh so close
pairing(s): bf!jj maybank x gf!fem!reader
warnings: implied oral, pet names, talks of sex
summary: jj begs to return the favor to his favorite girl.
authors note: thank you for the request, hun! enjoy :))
not edited
do not copy my works. i do not condone rewrites, translations, or edited versions. all my content is my content that i wrote.
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“please, please, please?” jj begged with his head laying on your stomach.
you chuckled to yourself. “no,” you replied.
“why?” he whined.
“maybe cause you just did it this morning? i need a break too,” you said, stifling a laugh.
he pouted and groaned. “you’ve had like 7 hours between then. you’ll be fine, baby.”
“i’m still sensitive, jj,” you reminded him.
he glared up at you. “even better,” he stated. “please, pretty girl? you know i’ll make you feel good.”
“i know you will,” you replied. “but you already did this morning.”
“you can go twice in one day, i know you can. you’ve done it before,” he said with a sweet smile.
you hated how soft and pretty he looked like this. you hated how you couldn’t help but say yes when he was looking at you like this, all pouty with glossy eyes.
“fine.”
the smile that took over his lips was huge as he urgently began to move down to lay between your legs. “trust me, sweetheart. i’ll make it so much better than this morning.”
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krys4h · 1 month ago
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𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 ◞﹒୧ .
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✧ ⁝ 𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 ◞ ྀི
— my thoughts & headcanons on how i think he would be as a lover (or not...) fluff, nsfw, hurt.
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𓍯 a silent lover. the type to love in secret, hidden from sight. cold facade, worried heart for his loved ones. you feel his affection in the little things like when you feel down and he always prepares your favorite meal without a word, trying to create comfort and affection that he can't express with words. a confession would be too loud for him.
𓍯 he prefers to watch, observe and protect those he cares about behind their backs. the type to lie to you about his schedule - because it's physically impossible for him to verbalize his feelings - and go secretly confront a devil who was giving you a hard time.
𓍯 aki loves to make love to you during rainy days, forehead pressed against yours, his breath brushing your lips. it's intimate, despite the fact he run away from any emotional intimacy. he can't say i love you with his mouth, makima's shadow covering his heart and his words but he can convey his feelings in his kisses, his hands that circle around your clit, touching in spots nobody did.
𓍯 his eyes that soften only for yours will always follow you, everywhere you're going.
𓍯 he spend his night looking at you when you're sleeping, wondering why God gave him such a gift in his life but not enough time to cherish it.
𓍯 you always felt it even though it was silent. he seemed so detached from you, always careful that his eyes didn't linger on you for too long - attempt failed, they always found you -, you had to squint, see the unsaid, and understand the innuendos to perceive the love he had for you.
𓍯 it takes time. it takes time to go from a cold look when judging a stranger, to the first nods, the first half-smiles that precede the softened glances. it took him time to get used to having someone who cares for him like you do. maybe it was complicated to accept the fact that he was finally the first choice for someone, and not the forgotten youngest of his family like he always was. your warm air when you saw him coming from afar felt weird for him, almost inappropriate. when you seemed too happy to see him he couldn't help but frown at how your eyes always looked illuminated for him. weird. almost inappropriate.
𓍯 it takes time, but the slight pang in his heart he feels every time he feels your affection for him is slowly starting to disappear. he can't be openly expressive like you, but he's starting to accept it. it takes time. his love is silent when yours is so loud that it becomes overwhelming and he feels like he doesn't deserve it.
𓍯 it's understandable, everyone is dying around him. he's the only one who hasn't lost his humanity yet and mourns the deaths of those who defend the people of this city. it touches him. death scares him so much that he can't allow himself to truly get attached to someone, it would be like welcoming someone with big arms for a hug with arms full of thorns. to engulf you, to make you dive with him. no, he can't. he really can't.
𓍯 it doesn't matter how his breath hitches every time he feels when your silhouette towers over him, your hips undulating in the most exquisite way, so eager to please him. he doesn't even need to guide you with his hands on your hips, it's already too good. it doesn't matter the almost painful but sweet feeling he has in his stomach when the lights are out with the only sounds being the creaking bed and your soft breath. he feels so safe with you, you make him so wanted that he starts to think that life might be worth living outside of his desire for revenge.
𓍯 but it doesn't matter, he can't say "i love you", the poor man doesn't even manage to smile normally. there's always an awkward look.
𓍯 he was so caught up in the curse of his family's vengeance that he had closed himself off from any relationship that went beyond the professional sphere. but... it was hard not to succumb to you. he couldn't give you the bright future and romance you deserved, but he could give you the remnants of his heart he had left. working with you, doing missions and hunting devils together, and sometimes, when you were a little too drunk, kisses on the neck that would slip into panting. no commitment. that was what he could offer you. he thought it would protect him from the loss of not putting a word on your relationship, like a wall for pain. he lied to himself so much. he was already madly in love, and if he were to lose you right now, it would be the end of him.
𓍯 it was up to you to decode if the hands that brushed you at night sought only for pleasure or for your heart, because even if for a moment, you would lose control of your emotions and let your love for him express itself, an "i love you" that should have remained hidden, he would not answer it.
𓍯 aki loves you too, that's a fact. but he wouldn't let you see it. he wasn't going to make the mistake of investing too much in a relationship that was inevitably going to go badly, and make you hope. you deserved better, he thought. you were his heaven in the hell that was the daily life of a devil hunter. so dear, so precious to him.
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𓍯 𝐤𝐫𝐲𝐬
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nottsangel · 1 year ago
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hey bbyy,
how have u been?? sorry ive been mia!! a good nsfw rafe concept been obsessed w the idea of rafe just praising the shitt out of u while he fucks u so deep like ughh.
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hi baby! no worries!! i miss u though!
“fuck, you’re so pretty” rafe praises as he pounds deep into you, repeatedly hitting your g-spot. his forearms are resting besides your head, supporting himself while he kisses your hickey-covered neck. your mouth is agape with your eyes closed, unable to speak as he increases his speed.
“you feel so fucking good baby, so fucking tight, oh my god” rafe groans as he grips under your thigh and pushes your leg up, allowing him to go even deeper inside of you. you’re moaning his name, certain that the neighbours will complain about it later. “such a good girl for me, you’re taking this dick so well princess”
all nsfw daydreams
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thedevilrisen · 19 days ago
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begging for quinn hughes and “How did you end up like this?” 😵‍💫
Quinn considered himself a tool-body. He was smart and good enough with his hands to fix little problems around both yours and his own respective apartments. A flat battery in a smoke detector, sorted. A leaky window sill, plugged up with silicone before anything could sneak in.
However, on a quaint, sunny Saturday afternoon Quinn went in a little too far over his head when it was decided he would tackle a small plumbing issue. A leaky faucet, which had been dripping in his kitchen.
Quinn very quickly recognised that he was in far over his head, or in this case his ankles as water flowed, ankle-deep around him. The faucet now turned waterfall was doing little but gushing into the overflowing sink and flooding Quinn’s kitchen. Sodden towels, buckets and makeshift damns were easily over run.
His situation was just plain comedy, a broken wrench in his hand, pipes floating around the kitchen in the miniature swimming pool and water leaking from places it definitely wasn’t meant to be leaking from.
The kitchen, now turned watery battle zone had pots and pans strewn around to stop the flooding, the YouTube video Quinn had been watching in which a few steps were absolutely missed.
When you swung open the door, seeing Quinn standing there like a dear in headlights you couldn’t help but let out a light scoff and smirk.
“Quinn, how did you end up like this?” You asked with mock seriousness, this situation was secretly highly amusing you.
Trying to play it cool Quinn looked back at you, absentmindedly flicking his wrist with the spanner in it, "Okay, so, I watched this video—twice, mind you—and I thought I had it under control. But apparently, there's, like, a valve... or maybe a nut? I don’t know, but I’m pretty sure I turned the wrong one, and—well—everything sort of... exploded?"
You stood there and couldn’t help burst into a fit of giggles as you very clearly remember Quinn stating, “No! Don’t call a plumber, I can handle this!” Reaching for your phone you capture some pictures for future blackmail you asked, “Need me to call that plumber now?”
Thank you for requesting my lovely Ivy! It made my day and I hope this lives up to your standards!
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turnipoddity · 9 months ago
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sorry for the lack of posts yall im making another raunchy ass comic (it’s gonna be 5 pages sigh)
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here’s a lil sneak peek
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deviouz · 2 months ago
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. . . WILDFLOWER !
a/n: just a little drabble about satoru and a chubby coded!reader <3
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“Satoru, what are you doing?”
“‘m just admiring you.”
From your sprawled out position on the couch, you lifted your head up and glanced away from your phone to look at Satoru. He had nestled his way between your legs, toned arms going to wrap around your middle while his head laid on the plush of your stomach. From what you had gathered, he looked content. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, and his eyes closed, allowing the white of his lashes to dance across his cheeks.
A sudden bout of anxiety flooded throughout your mind, rendering your muscles tense and nails digging into your palms.
You weren’t blind. While Satoru was the ever attentive boyfriend, there were only so many times you could resist the dread that wracked your skeptical mind. You were aware of what other people said, sometimes when out of audible range and sometimes not. The beauty standards were unfair and scarcely regarded your body type as something to be viewed as beautiful.
“You’re thinking again,” came a huffed out voice, dragging you away from the depths of your mind, “you’re tense. What’s wrong?”
Forcing your muscles to relax, your head dropped back down, cushioned by the pillowy fabric beneath.
“Nothing.”
Satoru groaned, long and definitely played up for a dramatic flair, ever so in character. “You know I can tell when you lie, right? It’s my super power. I’m like Daredevil.”
Scoffing, you rolled your eyes. “When were you gonna tell me you have superhuman hearing?”
Satoru caged you between his arms, leaning over you with a smirk. “What do you think the glasses are for, sweetheart?”
His head dipped down, nose briefly brushing against your own before his lips captured yours into a gentle kiss. It conveyed every emotion he felt about you — happiness, safety, and an overwhelming amount of love.
The kiss could have lasted hours, for all you knew. By the time the two of you had separated, Satoru’s lips were a little pinker and swollen, pretty eyes garnering nothing but a profound adoration and fondness.
“I think you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met in my life.”
Although the words were whispered, they rang about in your head, reverberating into your very core. The stunned look must have given you away, as Satoru was quick to cover your face with kisses and continue whispering compliment after compliment until your eyes glazed over with tears and lower lip began to tremble.
“I love you more than you’ll ever know. Don’t forget that, okay?”
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taey0ngsvape · 1 year ago
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txt - saying goodbye before they go on tour
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yes, i know tour is basically over but i got this idea and i HAD to write it for txt. it's 3.1k words for all five members (i got carried away). pls enjoy :)
yeonjun:
Your phone ringing is what wakes you up and you squint at the screen in front of you noticing it’s nearly four in the morning, but the contact name reads junnie so you pick up immediately.
“Jun?” you ask groggily. He was supposed to be leaving for the airport soon for his flight to America as part of their world tour. You had said goodbye to him last night over dinner so his call is unexpected.
“I’m outside,” he says. “It’s kinda cold, can you come let me in?”
“What?” you ask, shivering as you climb out of bed. “Why are you here? Don’t you have to be at the airport soon?”
“I wanted to see you,” Yeonjun answers. “And it’s really fucking cold can you please hurry up.”
You roll your eyes. “Maybe I should go back to bed.”
“No baby please!”
You laugh. “I’ll be right there, okay? Be patient.”
“Patient? I’m about to freeze to—” his voice cuts off as you hang up the call and drop your phone on the couch as you pass by, grabbing the blanket draped over the back and wrapping it around yourself before opening the door.
Yeonjun is standing there with his arms crossed and tucked into his sides as he tries to keep himself warm, but the way he shivers shows that he’s been unsuccessful. His eyes light up when he sees you and you can’t help but smile and open the door wider to let him in.
“Come inside baby,” you say, closing the door behind him. “I thought your flight was today?” you ask but instead of responding Yeonjun pulls you into a hug. His embrace is warm and inviting even though he’s been standing in the cold. You can hear his steady heartbeat when you press your ear to his chest. You always listen to his heart every time he hugs you and, like always, he mumbles into your hair, “My heart beats for you.”
His hands move to your back and slip under your shirt, his fingers ice cold and startling enough the you push him away from you.
“Choi Yeonjun!” you scold, a shiver running down your spine after the chill of his fingertips.
“You’re warm!” he defends and you just sigh.
“I am not your personal heater,” you deadpan.
“Please?” he asks, pouting in a way he knows you can never resist. 
“I’ll hold your hands for now, okay?” you compromise and that seems to please him.
You wrap your hands around his, taking one hand at a time in between your two slightly warmer ones.
“I can’t stay long,” Yeonjun says quietly. “We have to get to the airport, but I just wanted to see you. I had to see you.”
You look up at him and squeeze his hand. “I love you, you know that?” you ask. Yeonjun smiles.
“I love you too sweetheart.”
soobin:
It was two in the morning, but you were busy making waffles for you and your boyfriend. He had to leave for the airport in an hour before setting off on a six week tour in the US so you wanted to spend the last bit of time until his departure with him.
You take another cooked waffle out of the waffle maker and onto a plate. Soobin takes the responsibility of decorating both of your waffles and on yours he even makes a heart out of whipped cream. You both sit at your kitchen table to eat together. 
“You better have someone on staff livestream the concert for me on my birthday. I want to be able to see you, even if it’s just through a screen.”
Soobin reaches across the table to take your hand. “I will. And I’m sorry I can’t be here to celebrate your birthday with you.”
“We can always celebrate it another time. Besides, you’ll be back in time for our anniversary and that’s what I really care about.”
Soobin smiles. “I already have ideas.”
“I’m not sure I like the sound of that,” you tease and Soobin pouts, letting go of your hand and crossing his arms. “I was kidding,” you laugh.
“Well I was going to give you an early birthday gift but now I might just make you wait until after tour—”
You gasp. “No, I'm sorry!” You give him your best puppy dog eyes and he playfully rolls his eyes and grins. 
“Fine,” he says. “Let me go get it.”
He returns with a box and gently slides it across the table. “Happy birthday,” he says and you smile.
Slowly, you lift the lid off the box and reveal two silver charm bracelets. There’s only one charm on each one and the prospect of collecting charms is fun and exciting. You can’t keep the smile off your face.
“One for me and one for you,” Soobin says, moving his chair so he’s sitting next to you. He picks up both bracelets and brings the two charms together. “They connect with a magnet.” The two charms stick together and form a beautiful butterfly. “I didn’t want to get a heart, I thought that might be too cheesy.”
You laugh. “I wouldn’t have minded. But this is perfect. Seriously, thank you.” You lean over and wrap your arms around Soobin’s waist and he instantly pulls you closer.
“I’m really going to miss you,” Soobin admits softly. “But I know we’re always connected.”
“I’ll miss you too. But I’ll be right here when you come back, patiently waiting for those not-at-all-suspicious anniversary celebrations.”
Soobin laughs and you can feel the vibration in his chest. You’re going to miss getting to feel him so close to you, but this is his dream and you love watching him get to perform and live the life he’s worked so hard for. You’ll always be there to support him, whether you’re a thousand miles away or right there in his arms, you’ll always be there. 
“You know I’m your biggest fan, right?” you ask. He smiles at you, tucking a bit of hair behind your ear.
“Of course I do,” he says softly. 
When you kiss him, he holds your face in his hands and keeps you as close to him as possible, knowing he has to give this up for six weeks, but he knows he’ll have a good time on tour and you’ll call him often. And when he comes back, you’ll be waiting.
beomgyu:
“I shall dream of you every night,” Beomgyu says dramatically and you roll your eyes.
“I’m about to kick you out of my house,” you deadpan and he only laughs.
“Let me finish proclaiming my love to you first.”
You sigh. “Fine.”
“I’ll miss your cooking and your cuddles. You’re so warm when you lie on my chest it’s like a heated blanket—”
“Says the human space heater,” you argue.
“You love cuddling me, don’t lie.”
You shrug your shoulders and feign indifference because you know Beomgyu will see right through it. And he does. “I can see the edge of your lip pointing up. You’re trying not to smile.”
You huff in fake annoyance but accept defeat. You love cuddling him. You love being around him, even when he spends most of the time teasing you. You’re really going to miss him.
“I love you,” you say, watching as surprise fills his features. It’s something that the two of you don’t say often. You always show your love for each other in other ways, but those three words were usually reserved for special occasions. Right now was definitely one of those times.
“I love you too,” he says, wrapping his arms around you. You stand like that for a few minutes until the other boys come into the room and start gathering all their belongings, passing suitcases off to staff members. You follow Beomgyu to his room and help him carry his backpack while he wheels his suitcase to the door.
After a staff member takes his suitcase, you hand him his backpack and once he’s gotten the straps on, he’s pulling you into another hug. “I’ll see you soon okay?” he says. “I know six weeks is a long time to be without me,” he jokes.
“Oh no,” you say sarcastically. “What will I do?”
He only laughs and leans down to kiss you. It’s loving and tender but over far too soon. 
“Don’t have too much fun without me,” he says as he follows the rest of the boys out the door.
“No promises,” you say with a grin, blowing him a kiss. He pretends to catch it and stick it into his pocket.
Once the door shuts you head into Beomgyu’s room, now half empty, to grab a sweatshirt before you go. Then you grab your own jacket from the hook next to the front door and pull it on, zipping it up all the way to try and keep out as much of the cold as possible. 
The walk back to your place is a short one, especially since you manage to catch a bus nearby. At your door, you reach into your pocket to pull out your keys and feel a piece of paper inside. You unlock your door and once you’re inside you grab the paper again.
Puzzled, you pull it out of your pocket and realize it’s an envelope and you can see your name on it in handwriting that is undeniably Beomgyu’s. He must’ve stuck it in there when you hung up your jacket by the door. 
You aren’t exactly sure why you’re nervous, but your fingers tremble as you open the letter. It’s just one piece of paper and gently you unfold it.
Sweetheart
Baby
Darling
My Love,
I wanted to say all of this to you, but if I’m being honest, I’ve been trying to tell you about how I feel ever since we started dating and I’ve never managed to do it. I can’t find the words, and if I can then I always end up forgetting them the second I see you. It’s not my fault really, you make it hard to think sometimes. Most of the time. When I’m with you it’s like time stops or something, and for a while it’s just us. I don’t have to be anyone or anything else. I’m just yours.
I’m always yours.
And now that I’m going on tour and I’m going to be away from you for a while I figured now is as good of a time as ever to finally try and say the things I never can when I’m around you. Because when I’m with you I can’t think straight. You fill my mind and I’ll do anything to make you happy. I just want to see you happy, because you make me happy.
You make me so fucking happy. You make me laugh and feel safe and appreciated. You play games with me and put up with all my teasing. You support me always and inspire me every day to do better and to be better. And I always thought soulmate stuff was cheesy, but if you are my soulmate as my soulmate, you are all of the best parts of myself and more. And every day I want to be more like you.
But at the same time you make me feel like I’m worthy of being loved exactly as I am, and that’s more valuable than anything else. It feels like a privilege to be loved by you, and I hope it’s one I can continue to enjoy, because I’m with you for the long run. Six weeks away? It seems like a lot right now, but I want to spend my life by your side, so I know that in the grand scheme of things, six weeks isn’t a big deal at all. And we have all the time in the world to make up for it.
I’m so grateful for you and I hope I can make you feel as loved as I do. You are everything to me and I hope I can continue to make you happy. I’ll give my best on this tour because I know you’ll be watching me, encouraging me, the whole time. And I’m so glad that you chose me.
I love you. So so so much.
Yours (forever and ever)
Gyu
taehyun: 
Since their flight to America was leaving early in the morning, Taehyun decides to take you out for lunch the day before instead of making you wait up for him or wake up at four a.m to say goodbye. 
He insists on paying for everything and tells you to order as much as you want (he ends up eating some of your food though). 
“Let’s go back to the dorms after this,” he suggests. “I still need to pack a few things, plus, I have a surprise.”
Your eyes widen. “You don’t have to get me anything. You know I’ll survive while you’re away.”
Taehyun smiles. “I know, but I wanted to get you something anyway.”
You take his hand from across the table and give it a squeeze. “Thank you.”
Once the two of you have finished eating, Taehyun takes your hand and leads you out of the cafe to the car waiting outside. You both settle into the back seat and the car sets off in the direction of the dorms.
“What stop are you most excited for?” you ask. It’s been forever since you’ve been in America and there are still so many places you want to visit.
“Probably the Newark show,” he says. “I really love New York City.”
You sigh dreamily at the thought of NYC. You’ve always wanted to go, even if the city isn’t actually as magical as it seems in movies. “I’m sure you’ll have a wonderful time. Make sure you take plenty of pictures,” you tell him.
“I will, don’t you worry.”
When you two make it back to the dorms you follow Taehyun to his room where his suitcase is still open on his bed. He pats the empty space at the end. “Sit,” he says, “I’ll be right back.”
You sit down and wait for Taehyun to return. He only takes a minute and he comes back with an envelope, handing it to you.
“If you wrote me a love letter I will cry and you will be responsible,” you warn. He laughs.
“Open it.”
Gently you lift the flap of the envelope and pull out a folded piece of paper. As you unfold it you find that the paper is blank, but in the middle is a ticket, a plane ticket from Seoul to Seattle and then another from Seattle to… New York.
“You didn’t…” you say, blinking back tears.
“You said you wanted to go to one of our shows. And you’re always talking about going to New York, so I just thought it would be nice.”
“It’s fantastic,” you say, teary eyed. Setting the papers down on the bed, you get up and hug Taehyun, who immediately pulls you closer to him. “Thank you so much.”
“Of course,” he says. “This means I get to see you sooner.”
You smile despite the tears rolling down your cheeks. Taehyun has always been so attentive and kind and you couldn’t be more grateful to have him as a part of your life.
huening kai:
You’re lying in Kai’s bed, your head resting just below the crook of his neck. He’s playing with your hair gently and you almost feel like you could fall asleep, but your stomach is weighed down by a sense of dread because in two hours Kai will be leaving and this trip will be the longest the two of you have ever gone without seeing each other.
You hadn’t said anything about it to him, not when he was so excited to be going on tour, but you can’t hold it in anymore.
“Kai?” you say softly. He hums in response and you can feel the sound in his chest where your cheek is lying. “Are you afraid?”
“Of what?” he asks, his voice laced with concern.
“Us. Our future.” You sigh. “We’ve never been apart for this long before, not even when we were friends.”
That friendship had lasted a while before he’d finally had the courage to say something, and even then, you were the one who confessed your feelings first. But that had only been three months ago. Your relationship was still relatively new and that meant it was fragile. You weren’t sure how the separation ws going to affect it.
“Are you… have you been having doubts about us?” Kai asks gently, still stroking your hair, an action that brings comfort and calm to a nerve wracking conversation.
“I’m just worried. Our whole friendship started because we were seeing each other so often and now we’re together nearly every day. What’s going to happen when we don’t have that anymore?”
“We can still call. I know it's not the same, but it’s something. And this isn’t going to last forever. I’ll be back before you know it,” he says and you can hear his smile. He sounds completely confident and it’s soothing your worries. If he believes in you, then you believe in him and your relationship. 
“Until then, I guess you’ll have to survive without me,” you tease and Kai laughs breathily.
“How will I ever manage?”
You smile and settle back into his side, his body warm and his presence inviting. For a few minutes, you just draw shapes on his chest and enjoy this moment, trying to make it last as long as possible. Kai is the one who breaks the silence.
“You know, if it ever gets too much I can always fly you out to see me.”
“I don’t think you’re allowed to do that bubs,” you say with a soft smile.
“I’m the maknae, I get special privileges,” he says and you laugh.
“Whatever you say love.”
Two hours later, you’re standing with Kai by the door. His suitcase has already been wheeled off by a staff member and Taehyun took his backpack. He’s the last one left in the dorm, but he can’t seem to let you go. 
“Kai,” you say, your arms around his waist as he holds you close to his chest. “Everyone’s waiting.”
“They can wait a little longer,” he says, kissing the top of your head. So the two of you stand together, holding each other and even after Kai finally steps away, you feel content. You know he’s yours, the same way you’re his. Time and distance can’t change that. You’ll always find your way home to each other.
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waxflowerexe · 6 months ago
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Shoutaaaa x Little Reader!!!!
I have materialised, escaped the void if you will
Anyway a little Drabble Abt Shota discovering ur little side, oral fixation etc and how I like to think he would deal w it🥹 The feels were felt in this one tehe very daddy but also quite subtle I think ALSO SMUT WARNING LOLOL
Ignore the bad grammar lolz I haven’t written in ages lolol MINORS GO TF OUT AS USUAL 😍
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Daddy Sho x secretly little reader (?)
Usually after an especially long day you and Shouta typically fuck out your frustrations, it’s slow and intimate at first but sooner than later you both pick up the pace. Sex quickly becomes hot and desperate as you both chased the relief of an inevitable orgasm. You of course had your own coping mechanisms, colouring, watching childhood cartoons and a slight oral fixation. This was of course well kept from Sho, you already felt insecure about your age gap, you didn’t want him to think you were any more immature that you may have been.
Today was different, albeit you didn’t realise until he was balls deep in you telling you what a ‘nasty slut’ you were. Usually you relished in being beneath him, letting him control you. You liked the feeling of helplessness that overcame you when he touched you after a day overthinking and honestly just thinking in general. However, today something snapped. It all felt too much, Shota’s strength felt scary, his words made you scared…upset. You couldn’t place it but you knew you hated it. Tears welled in your eyes, as your safe word left your lips in a muffled cry.
Of course he stopped immediately.
“Baby what’s wrong”
You couldn’t even begin to describe what was wrong, usually this was what you needed. How you needed him. But today you just felt mushy and vulnerable and small, in a different way. You dreaded the day that your secrets would intervene with your relationship. But it did, and today you didn’t want to be broken, instead you wanted to be treated delicately, by a handler to fearful to leave even the slightest scratch, scared of break you. But it was too many words, to many complex thoughts for your stupid little brain.
So instead of replying, the tears ramp up until your sobbing incoherent apologies. A confused Shouta starts to worry more,
“Babe, it’s fine it’s okay” and a million other comforts flow from his lips but still you can’t pinpoint the words to explain, to tell him what’s wrong.
“Pretty girl, does something hurt”
He moves you into his lap and began rocking you, almost like a baby, looking for any bruises and cuts. The simple back and forth was so soothing and as he watched you melt into his touch it clicks, this was what you wanted, this was how you needed him. As he watches you calm down, he realises it too. Your usual arrangement was off the table today and that was fine.
He had an inkling that you worked a little different to girls he had been with before, he knew you fell into a hazy and vulnerable mindset. He saw how you sucked your little thumbs when you were stressed and how you took to digital colouring pages when you thought he wasn’t looking. All these little things he thought were so cute but he let you engage in these thing so in your own time, as not to intrude. Although, today you needed help.
“Did my pretty girl need cuddles?” he coos softly
You nod in response his tone making you mind fuzzy. He rarely used this tone, and you were always too nervous to ask for more.
He notices you fiddle with his fingers
“Does babygirl need something from me”
You nod, unsure
He silently slips two fingers in your mouth. You suckle softly, humming in content, glad he understood what you wanted.
“Good girl, my baby works so hard, she deserves to come home and wrap up in my arms. That’s it baby, close your eyes”
You let your eyes fall shut
“Good girl daddy’s here”
Your tense slightly, you’d only ever used this term in the bedroom. But before you can react he hushes you, bouncing you on his knee.
“Shhh baby, go to sleep”
You would both have to talk about things in the morning. But for now he was happy to hush you to sleep, tracing circles on your back and petting you gently.
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Me bc I WANT SHOTA AND THIS AND UGHHHHH TO BE LOVED AND ACCEPTED
Anyway look after ur selves beauties and drink water!!! Especially since it’s so hot
More mid writing soon lovelies
Love Flo🌸~
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sescoups · 6 months ago
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hi 👋
I saw your asks are open. What do you think about text posts from Seventeen who have a crush and want to buy you something or do something for you, so they ask "Is there anything you need?" but y/n is confused because that's a weird way to word it (I think I saw it worded like that in the captions of one of their vlogs asking about birthday presents ) but he's like, idk I just wanna do something nice for you.
Sorry if this is confusing. You definitely don't have to do it 🫣
Also I loved your last text posts and the Vernon fic! Thank you 💘
hi!! thank you so much for taking the time to tell me you like my stuff. your idea is very cute, so I'm gonna do it!
you didn't specify who, so I just did the hhu for now. lmk if you want the rest of them, too ❤️
performance | vocal
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Seungcheol
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Wonwoo
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Mingyu
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Vernon
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a/n: if you like this post, pls remember to like and reblog! <3
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jesuistrestriste · 5 months ago
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art is the MESSIEST kisser ever like if u make out his spit is literally everywhere. like he'll kiss u on the mouth then keep on kissing ur neck but w the wettest kisses ever. and i JUST KNOW he def drools. like when u give him head and his head is resting against a pillow, he's so lost in it that he can't even think. like the only thing he can do anymore is whimper and moan like a little bitch. and when u look at him u see him drooling all over the pillow😭
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art donaldson has a messy mouth. he drools when it feels too good, he kisses with almost too much tongue when he's desperate, and his warm, eager lips are always on your skin whenever he gets a chance to touch you properly.
he practically salivates like a thirsty puppy on a hot day. it pools under his tongue whenever he catches a glimpse of the more intimate areas of your soft skin; the nape of your neck, your stomach, your inner thighs. and he has to try desperately to swallow it down when you two are in public and he can't get his lips on you.
the first time you and art made out, it was very sloppy. you thought this mightve been a result of minor inexperience on his part, or nervousness, or excitement, so you let it happen. you let him moan into your open mouth and grab at your shirt while he slid his pink tongue over yours. you let his sticky saliva mix with yours as your mouths mashed together. you let him kiss you and kiss you and kiss you until he came in his pants.
the whole ordeal lasted about 7 minutes.
after that, you had assumed that—in time—he'd get more reserved with his mouth as you two continued to be intimate.
but this didn't happen.
if anything, he only got more comfortable with you, and thus only became more orally-fixated and messy with his mouth.
he liked to suck on your fingers during sex.
he liked to slather your arousal with his spit when he went down on you.
he liked to kiss you wetly all over your body before bed.
he liked yearned for it all.
when you'd give him head, your slick lips bobbing over his tip and swallowing salty dribbles of precome, he'd drool all over whatever was near his mouth. it was just too hard to focus on not drooling when the warmth of your tongue got him close so fast. his eyes would get lidded and his knees would grow weak and his mind would turn to mush the second you started to blow him. sometimes you'd have to hold his hips to keep him steady. he was very predictable.
one thing you two like to do together is have art get on all fours on the bed, knees spread apart with his cock hard and hanging between his thighs. his hands will go up and squeeze onto the pillows as he lowers his head and lets you jerk him off.
it’s kinda demeaning, in a way; being milked like a cow.
but you like doing it to him, and he likes whatever you like, so he loves this.
when your hand starts to stroke his cock, strings of pre leaking from his slit, his arms will usually start to shake. it'll start at his shoulders, and then go down to his elbows, and then end when his wrists can't hold him up anymore. he'll let himself collapse down onto the cushions without more than a whine of protest and a renewed tint of pink across the bridge of his nose. his head will lay on one side of his face, his lips parted to let out whimpers and whines as his hips jolt, and then it’ll start.
he’ll drool.
all over.
down the side of his face, over his bottom lip, down his chin. it all happens depending on how his head is positioned. but he always, always, always slobbers on the pillow a little.
just as his eyes start to roll back, and his pelvis starts to shallowly move to thrust his cock into your moving grasp, his sweet and sticky saliva will dribble down his face someway and soak into the pillowcase.
he can't help it.
because, again, you make it hard to pay attention to anything other than how good you make his dick feel. it throbs in your hand.
when you catch a glimpse of his drooling, you usually smile and speed up your touch.
"Art, baby-" you'll coo to him, "drooling."
and he'll know right away what you mean.
"Anghh— feel s'good, s'good— 'm sorry, 'm sorry," he'll inevitably slur.
he'll try to wipe it with the back of his hand, but he's usually shaking too much for that to do much of anything. it more just smears the transparent fluid across his flushed face.
slurp. wipe. whimper.
a few more strokes of your hand, and a thumb pressed right under his cockhead, is all he needs to let go after that point.
his eyes will roll back as he cries out and bucks into your fist, shooting and coating the bedding underneath with his load. he'll tremble and whine until his hands grasping at the sheets below have the instinct to fly between his legs and stop the overstimulation. you generally let up soon after he makes that known.
after you clean him up and ease him into bed, he'll make sure to kiss you goodnight. and it's messy and needy and a little bit too much, but you let him do it anyways. he's eager to please, and he's eager to show you how much he appreciates the way you take care of him. he’s just eager.
maybe one day you'll get sick of how much tongue he uses when he kisses, but you doubt it. it’s just so perfectly him.
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sftandwet · 1 year ago
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤLEON SECRETARY! AU
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content alert :pwp, pussy eating, oral (m/ receive), secretary leon x boss reader, smut, consensual relationship, fem reader! +I8 # MDNI
links 4 u : masterlist ! ☁️ ۰ movie star   
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secretary! leon, who follows you around all the time with a tablet in hand, jotting down everything that can be noted—obeying your orders like a little puppy. Simply waiting for your next command, doing everything without questioning, simply obeying yo
secretary! leon , who is extremely happy when he sees you happy with his performance. It is inevitable for him to feel butterflies in his stomach when you praise his development in the office—he holds a silly smile the whole time while you mention the parts that pleased you the most in his work, encouraging him to do even more for you. Seeing you praise him has become a desire and an incentive to follow all the orders.
secretary! leon, gradually, he has been inserting himself into your office, showing that you always need him and therefore having him away when you most need him could be detrimental to the progress of the business. So whenever you need him, he will be just a step away, fulfilling all your needs.
secretary! leon, who is attentive and always by your side, offering water, food, offering to turn off the lights, open the curtains, take a coffee break, or even give a massage—you don't refuse, after all, it's hard to be a boss, and that's why it's nice to be pampered, and Leon understands that better than anyone else.
secretary! leon, who understands that you deserve rest and that's exactly why he calmly goes to the door, locking it, closing the blinds and pulling your chair back and going under the table, kneeling on the floor while slowly lifting your pencil skirt , almost dying inside when he saw your wet panties waiting for him. He just pulls your panties to the side and rests your legs on the arms of the chair, burying his face in your pussy, sucking your clit while he feels you stroking his hair and praising him all the time ⸺͏͏ "good boy", "you are so good to me", "no one does it like you do". Leaving this poor man's dick hard inside his pants, almost exploding the buttons and zipper.
secretary! leon, who is hungry for your pussy, sucking and eating you as if she hadn't been touched for years, sticking his fingers in your wet hole and sucking fiercely on your sensitive spot while rolling his eyes feeling the taste of your cunt ⸺͏͏ his dick wetting his underwear all over time he feels your tight hole swallow his fingers and you pull his hair. He holds your legs tightly, burying his face in your cunt, quickly licking your clit while fucking your wet hole.
secretary! leon, who is a good secretary and will always comply with his boss's wishes, working overtime without complaining :)
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cosmicmunsonwrites · 1 year ago
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Reader is still shy with jj , like I can imagine her being afraid of being to clingy or anoying 😭
space is just a word
pairing(s): bf!jj maybank x gf!fem!reader
summary: pet names
authors note: thank you for the request! hopefully you enjoy :)
not edited
do not copy my works. i do not condone rewrites, translations, or edited versions. all my content is my content that i wrote.
not my gif
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“wanna watch a movie?” your boyfriend asked.
you nodded and tossed him the remote from your side of the couch. he probably thought you were so weird for sitting so far from him.
but at the same time, you didn’t wanna weird him out or annoy him by being all over him. after all, your relationship was still so new.
you didn’t know what to do.
“sweetheart, the hell are you all the way over there for?” he asked with a crooked smile.
you shrugged and awkwardly chuckled. “i don’t know.”
he looked so warm and inviting. you wanted nothing more right now than to just cuddle up to him.
“c’mere then,” jj said, throwing the arm closest to you around the back of the couch so you could sit. “you think i smell of somethin’?”
you couldn’t help but let out a giggle as you shuffled closer to him. “no. jus’ didn’t want you to think i was weird or anything.”
“why would i think you’re weird? do you smell?” he joked.
you shook your head. “no, j. i didn’t want you to think i was weird if i was all over you or something.”
he pulled you as close as he possibly could and kissed your temple. “i don’t think that’s weird, baby. i love that shit.”
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krys4h · 2 months ago
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𝐕𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 ☆
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𓍯 you're a youtuber who loves vlogging and your boyfriend supports your passion in every way, he treats you like a princess. when you feel a little bit insecure about your stretch marks, he is here to reassure you.
ʚ contents : 3.4k, fluff, comfort, nsfw, au modern setting, chubby!reader, fem!reader, choso is a softie, praise, picnic, shopping, insecurities, reassurance, pet name (love, sweetheart), vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, matting press, unprotected sex, smut with plot, porn with feelings, minors dni.
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“You ruined it again!”
With a pout on your face, you lowered your phone, placing it on your makeup vanity. It’s been 20 minutes since you tried to do your YouTube video, but your boyfriend ruined the debut every time.
“I was literally just existing.”
“You ruined it by existing,” you pulled your tongue when he rolled his eyes. “You always have that mean look on you, come on.”
Choso sighed and shifted in your bed. He sat on the edge of it, arms back. He looked already tired – as usual -, and wasn’t very cooperative.
“It’s not my channel,” he yawned, and looked at you with sleepy eyes.
“You’re my boyfriend, so basically it’s yours too,” you crossed your arms on your chest, and turned on your chair to be in front of your camera again.
You’ve scheduled your day perfectly for your vlog, do all your chores, and putting on makeup when your boyfriend was taking a nap, so now, you just wanted to do your thing. But Choso decided to be petty today.
“Hey y’all,” you smiled at your phone, “Today I’m with my boyfriend Choso, you’ve already seen him on my others video,” you made a loose gesture of hand in the back to show him. “I’m getting ready for our picnic now.”
He chuckled a bit when he saw you put on some powder, as if you aren’t already baked your face during his sleep. He leaned forward and gazed at you with a soft expression. You always looked so cute when you were doing something you were passionate about, he loved observing you in these type of moment. He glanced at the window, worried about the weather.
“You sure the picnic is a good idea?” he raised an eyebrow, “The clouds are gray.”
“My boyfriend is a little pessimistic as you can see.”
His cheeks turn pinkish, always shy when he’s the center of the attention.
“I was just saying-”
“Look at my new blush, this pink tint is perfect for summer,” you ignored him and got closer to the camera, “I’m so excited to show y’all the news makeup products I’ve bought!”
He sighed and shook his head, you were too cute to be angry at your behavior.
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Sat near a lake, you displayed on the blanket in the grass what you and Choso has prepared for your picnic. Children were playing next to you, theirs laughs set a sweet atmosphere with the wind breeze that caressed your skins. Choso was indeed being pessimistic because the sky was now clear.
“I told you it was okay,” you teased him.
Choso lay down on the white and red checkered cover, his arms under his head. He sighed, admitting his defeat.
“I was just being thoughtful.”
You rolled your eyes.
“Whatever,” you placed your phone above all of the dishes you’ve prepared, “Look at what we’ve got.”
He sighed again, this time for your attitude.
“What is wrong with you today?”
“Nothing.”
You threw a cherry tomato at him and he tried to catch it with his mouth, but his attempt failed when the tomato disappear in the grass. You laughed at him, and he nudged you with his foot.
“Stop making fun of me for your followers,” he got closer to you.
“Why did you accept to film with me then?” you chuckled and handed him a salad, “Eat before I do it again.”
He sat next to you, crossing his legs. He took a bite with his fork at hand, and let out a soft hum. The sun was glowing on his pale skin, he looked so pretty. You paused the recording of your video, and pulled your phone to take a photo of him. You loved how his dark locks of hair brushed his cheeks and how his usual grumpy face was radiant in the sunshine.
“You’re so cute,” you chuckled, sitting on his lap to take good photos of him. “You always look like you have makeup with your eye bags.”
He raised his eyes, his hands on your hips. “I do have makeup on me actually.”
“Yeah, I know,” you rolled your eyes and put away your phone, “Your eyeliner.”
He didn’t play about his eyeliner. He did it every day, every morning. It was his signature look. It was the third times you rolled your eyes at what he was saying.
“Why are you like this?” he asked, his hands was making soft caresses on your hips.
“Like what?” you ate the half of a pair of cherry, and gave him the other.
“Like you’re on your period or something.”
You frowned and nudged him. He avoided your nudge with a smile, but his elbow hit the bowl of tomatoes, and it was pouring into the grass. You leaned over to catch them up.
“You’re a disaster,” you chuckled.
“You’re avoiding the question.”
“Does I need to have a reason to annoy my boyfriend?” you let out a dramatic sigh.
He shook his head, chuckling.
“Come here.”
He tightened his embrace, and you nuzzled his neck. You yawned, you chose do to your makeup instead of take a nap with and now you were a bit tired. You lay on him, head on his chest, your arms encircling him. He kissed the top of your head.
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After your picnic you took the tram to go to Harajuku, you wanted to do some shopping with your boyfriend. Still a bit a sleepy even though you took a little nap, you walked next to him in the alleys filled with people. Your phone filmed all of your movements. There were so much stylish people in the crowd, you took inspiration of every outfits you walked by.
“I love going here to get new clothes, there are so many shops,” you said with enthusiasm, filming all the boutiques you passed by. Choso helped you with the angle of camera, and took sometimes your phone to record you when you entered a clothing store and wandered around.
“It’s cute,” he pointed out, seeing you hesitating between a cardigan and a top.
“Which one?”
“The flowers top.”
The lace top was feminine and loose fit. The neckline was deep and the top had roses pattern, it looked like a vintage 2000s top. The cardigan was simple, in a beige color, but had a soft material. You titled your head, your eyes deep in concentration as you chose what to try in the cabin.
“Let’s try it”, you chose the lace top, thinking it was better to get something different from time to time, and your boyfriend liked it so you wanted to please him.
Choso took his supporter role seriously as he filmed everything you were doing and followed you in the store. He sat in the sofa, waiting for you while you were changing in the cabin.
You undressed yourself, but got a bit insecure when your eyes lingered on your stretch marks. The white lines on your hips was one of your biggest insecurities, and the one which wasn’t healed was even worse for you. Your fingers brushed the dark lines, feeling your confidence of the day decrease by seconds as you looked at yourself in the mirror.
“Are you okay?” Choso whispered, he had stood up, and was leaning against the cabin, still outside. “I turn off the camera, you can talk to me.”
“…”
You crossed your arms around your chest area, tensed. You didn’t want to worry him but you were feeling more and more insecure as you stared at yourself.
“I don’t really think it would suit me,” your voice was low, and lacked your usual enthusiasm.
“Can I enter?”
Your arms tensed, you looked down before accepting. He tossed the curtain cabin a bit at the side, enough to put his head inside. When he saw your head looking down, his gaze softened.
“What’s wrong? You didn’t even try it yet.”
“It’s a bit transparent around the hips,” you hesitated, fidgeting in your place.
“And?”
“You know it already.”
He sighed softly, and nodded. Of course he knew, when the two of you were intimate, he noticed how you tensed every time he touched your hips and grazed your stretch marks.
“I already told you it’s normal.”
“I know, it’s my body,” you frowned, you were being a bit defensive as it was a sensible subject for you.
You kept your head down and Choso stared at you, worried about you. He entered the cabin, you backed down a bit to let him have some space. You were overwhelmed by his cologne as the little space surrounded you. He smelled so good, you loved his scent.
“You’re so pretty that you make my heart aches every time I look at you,” he pointed your top, “and you’re telling me this thing took your smile away?”
Flustered, you chuckled a bit. He tried to make you feel better and was good at it. You stared at the floor, resisting the urge to smile at his compliment.
“It’s just lines, love.” his fingers brushed your stretch marks, he bent over you to your level, his voice near your ear. “You’re gonna try this top, okay? I chose it because I knew it would look good on you, you have to trust me.”
His voice soothed your insecurity, and your body relaxed a bit, loosening your arms.
“Okay…” you nodded, still a bit hesitant.
You took it in your hands, they were a bit shaky because it was difficult for you. You put on your top in a slow motion, your heart racing at your future sight in the mirror. When you finished dressing yourself, you glanced at the mirror with reluctance.
Choso whistled, his eyes brilliant, his sexy smile on his face.
“Look at you, seriously, you’re divine.”
Heat came in your face as he complimented you, his gaze loving. The top enhanced your chest and sublimated your bust. It fell perfectly on your hips, your gaze was focused on your dark lines as you grimaced.
“Stop it already,” Choso wrapped his arms around your waist from behind you and nuzzled your neck. “You’re so beautiful.”
Honestly, you wanted to cry at how sweet he was to you. You were feeling so vulnerable in his arms, you needed his reassurance. He pressed soft kisses along your neck, his warm breath brushing your skin.
"Don’t ever put that face in front of me again."
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Choso bought the top and the cardigan for you, he didn’t hesitate to pull his card for you. You continued to do your shopping while vlogging, your phone in hands. The moment in the cabin reassured you and you were feeling better for the rest of the day. Choso wanted you to feel like a princess so he bought everything you wanted and carried your shopping bags during the whole afternoon.
You slumped on the bed, exhausted by your day. Choso chuckled seeing you, dropping your shopping bags in the floor.
“You’re still tired?”
“Yeah,” you yawned, melting into the covers. You didn’t even have the force to undress yourself and put on your pyjamas.
“I’m gonna get a shower.”
You nodded, your head on your pillow, eyes already closed. The water sounds soothed you to sleep, and you wake up only when you felt a hand apply cotton on your face. You opened your eyes, and Choso was removing your makeup.
“Thank you,” you whispered with a sleepy voice.
He gently caressed your face with cotton pads, makeup remover in his other hand.
“You’re gonna have a lot of editing tomorrow.”
You smiled softly, your eyes half closed.
“Yeah, but I love doing that,” you yawned again, “it clears my head.”
He finished what he was doing, throwing away the used cotton pads. He joined you in bed, pulling the covers. He bent over you, staring at you.
“You really want to sleep, or…”
Your smile widened, you stood up on your elbows.
“I’m not that sleepy.”
“Good, you were giving a hard time today.”
“Mhm?” you raised an eyebrow as he lay down next to you, and leaned to kiss your neck.
“I didn’t lie when I said you were divine. If you knew the things I wanted to do to you in the cabin…”
Your stomach warmed, and you were starting to feel very hot.
“You can do them now,” you brought him closer to you, wrapping your arms around his neck.
He smiled against your skin, and didn’t waste time. His hands slid under your shirt, you squirmed when he touched your love handles, his touch was loving. He pressed soft kisses against your throat as his head went down. He grabbed your waist, pressing your body against his. You closed your eyes, sighing.
“You smell good,” he whispered, his dark hair brushed your chin as he moved his head down.
His hands was busy undressing you as his lips wandered on your collarbones, and soon, your chest. He threw your pants somewhere in the room, and his fingers rubbed your clothed cunt, his touch eager. You relaxed your body, ready to be taken care of, and dipped your hands in his hair, inhaling softly.
“You know, I love how you touch me.”
“You do?” his smile widened on your skin.
The sentence sounded weird in your ears, so you were kind of embarrassed and you chuckled, a bit nervous.
“It’s like… I’m a precious thing to you, and everything you do is to please me. I feel like a princess.”
He listened to you as his fingers rubbed the already wet spot in your panties, your legs fidgeted in bed at his motions.
“Good, it means I’m doing the good thing.”
“You’re always doing the good thing.”
“Are you trying to make me more hard than I am, sweetheart?”
“Maybe,” you took off your shirt and threw it into the room.
He lowered your bra cups with his teeth and wrapped his lips around your nipple. You tugged at his hair when he encircled his tongue around it, sucking it with his eyes closed. He slid his hands under your underwear, and he smiled at your sighs as he traced circles on your sweet spot. You let yourself be taken care of, your eyes closed and your back arching.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he groaned, your tits stuffed in his mouth.
He still had his eyes closed, but he knew. He knew how sexy you would be looking if he opened his eyes, and raised his head to gaze at your arched back on the bed. He would see your soft flesh folding as your squirmed, and his jeans feels even more tight just thinking of it. You were a masterpiece, and he was your most beloved fan.
He toyed with your clit, his fingers wet as his tongue explored every each of your breast. He parted your lips, and fingered you with his index as his thumb rubbed against your clit. A gasp escaped your mouth as the soft wet noise of his fingering surrounded the two of you. He dived two fingers in you, and raised his head to kiss your lips, swallowing all your moans.
“So warm for me,” he smiled against you as he thrust his fingers in you.
You panted as you spread your legs, standing up on your elbows.
“I love you,” you breathed, feeling very hot.
You murmured words of affirmations but they were muffled by his kisses and chuckles. He has a sweet smile on his lips as he made out with you, your words were making his heart flutters.
“I love you too, sweetheart.”
And he was going to love you even more when he deepened the kiss, his tongue flicking around yours. He conveyed all his feelings in the kiss. You clenched around his fingers, moaning into the kiss. Being fingered while having his mouth on your tits was heaven, but it felt even better when he kissed you like that.
He curled his fingers to stimulate your g-spot, and you saw stars. Chuckles followed your orgasm, as you gasped for breath.
“You’re so pretty,” he praised you every time the two of you were intimate, and you smiled sweetly.
“I’m afraid I’m being very excited with you, and you’re not gonna have any force to edit tomorrow.”
You took off your panties as you laughed, he took time to look at you, biting his lips as he stared at your thick hips.
“I’m serious.”
“I believe you.”
Knees on bed, he unbuttoned his pants, staring at you through it. You felt a bit vulnerable under his gaze, your insecurities on display. You weren’t feeling self-conscious since he was praising you, but you still thought at how you must looked now. With a subtle gesture, you tried to hide your belly rolls by placing your forearms on top of it. Choso saw through you, and frowned.
“Don’t even think you about that,” he tossed his pants and boxer around and bent over you.
He removed your arms and crossed your wrists above your head. With the hand he had left, he wrapped your legs around his waist. He leaned down, his forehead brushed yours.
“When you’re looking at me, what are you seeing?” he whispered as he buried himself inside of you, in a slow motion.
The sensation of your warmth made him hiss, pressing his forehead against you.
“You’re seeing a man who love all of you, and I mean, everything.” he breathed, he slowly began his back and forth, pushing his cock deeper. “Even this.” his hands on your waist lowered on your hips, and he grabbed the flesh.
You felt full, filled by him, and was at a lost of words. His words was making you more vulnerable than you were already, and your arms tensed in his grip. Your eyes lingered on his, his face so close, you felt even close to his heart. The moment was so intimate.
He thrust into you, his gaze never leaving you. You were surrounded by his cologne, the fruity scent of his shampoo as he made love to you, his strokes deep and slow. You were feeling even more naked under his stare, as if he could see all of you. He sank into you, his grip on your hips tighter.
“You understand?” he whispered.
“Y-Yeah,” you struggled to respond, the atmosphere was so thick, he was making you weak.
“Good.”
He kissed you on the forehead, and you wanted to cry. He was so gentle with you, treating you with the upmost care. You sniffled, feeling a bit emotional. He loosened his grip on your wrist, and his hands came to cradle your face as his hips rocked against you. He pressed a sweet kiss against your lips, and his hands grabbed under your knees, lifting you to put you legs on his shoulders. You panted as the new angle gave you more sensation, his length buried deep in your puffy folds.
Every of his thrusts was an invitation to love yourself, a silent word of love. Not very silent because the room was filled by the skin rubbing sounds, but a quiet affirmation of his desire for you. Every of your moans accompanied his strokes, he took pleasure just by seeing you pant. You were everything he wanted, and he needed you to understand that for good. He pressed you against the mattress, his kisses welcomed every of your moans.
“I need you,” he panted out.
Your legs were shaking on his shoulders and you were dizzy, he was fucking you so good. You scratched his back as you moaned against his lips, making out with him. Your second orgasm was close, you felt it. The angle was perfect, his cock plunged within you with the perfect rhythm, his raspy voice in your ears, everything was so perfect and intimate. His weight crashed you as he fucked you into the mattress, holding your thighs. You felt so full, your breath was shattered.
Your whimpers when you came was muffled by his lips on yours, he slowed down his hips as you arched your back. He pressed soft kisses on you neck while you were catching your breath. He wasn’t finished with you, he intended to love you all night long as he promised.
“I just started, sweetheart.”
The night will be long, like his love for you.
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nottsangel · 11 months ago
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hi again loveyy :) could i please get "The Blackest Day" with rafe cameron and him loving to go down on you and him slowly stripping you and teasing you and praising you. that is a thought ive been obsessedd with!! :))
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“rafe, please” “use your words, princess” rafe instructed as he fiddled with the waistband of your underwear while softly kissing your inner thighs. he loved to take his time with you, but right now you just wished he could hurry the fuck up.
“i need to feel you, i need to feel your tongue” you begged as you felt rafe smirk against your skin. “yes ma’am, whatever you need” he slid your underwear over your legs and tossed it across the room. “such a pretty pussy” he murmured, admiring you as his hot breath tickled your exposed cunt, causing you to feel even more impatient. your hand moved to his head, fingers running through his hair as a gesture for him to hurry.
“so impatient” he chuckled before moving his tongue over your slit, tasting you as you threw your head back at the sudden feeling. he sloppily began sucking on your clit, not wasting any time, causing you to grip his hair tighter as you moaned out his name. he looked so beautiful— his hair a mess with saliva running down his chin. he clearly enjoyed it just as much as you did as he moaned into your cunt, “god, i fucking love this pussy. you taste so good baby”
he then moved his tongue to your entrance, tasting you while his thumb traced circles on your clit. you could feel your release nearing when he started fucking you with his tongue, causing you to grip the sheets. he placed one hand on your stomach, holding you down as he devoured you. “doin’ so well doll, you gonna cum for me, hm? wanna taste it so bad” was all he needed to say to push you over the edge as you felt your orgasm wash over you, your back arching as you screamed his name. “such a good girl”
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