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## recs
i'm slowly working through organizing my recs better for my own sake ... but i also hope this helps anyone just looking for a good read themselves :3
## members
i do read for groups besides svt just not very often, so the only group i'll be having member-specific tags for is svt!
## smaus / fake texts
i mostly reblog my recs for these on my other blog @inkig4yo!
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to browse through the tags, you can click on the link, or if that doesn't work just click on the tags of this post, since they're all listed there as well
## sorting tags
ð recs (all!), ð favs, ð© n*sfw, ð sfw, ⢠bts, 𧵠txt, ð bias line
## whoâs in my bias line?
minghao, dino, yoongi, taehyun
## member tags
ð seungcheol ð jeonghan ðŠ joshua ð± jun ð¯ hoshi ð wonwoo ð woozi âïž dokyeom ð¶ mingyu ðž minghao ð seungkwan ð¢ vernon ðŠ dino
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Trick or treat!! ( â§áâŠ)
-ð¯ aka @little-babybell !!
Haiii @little-babybell !!! Treat for you, I hope you like cookies!!! :3
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terry , "Whaddya think this bastard's last thoughts were when he saw me comin'? Y'think he had a little family?" Cheshire grin broadening with an overabundant flash of teeth, Terry's arms strain to raise up with an amused grunt, holding the hefty rug above his head as probing line of vision pointedly peers right into a lifeless pair of amber eyes (as if they held some sort of secret pertaining to vim and vigour from the depths of the animal kingdom). The tiger skin is expectantly heavy but surprisingly warm to the touch, the man having been unable to stop his fingertips dragging through the thick pelt when first procuring it, a far cry from the bloody mess in the aftermath of a penetrative bullet aimed right for the heart. A part of the brunet had considered keeping the damn thing for himself after all the tracking their troupe had to carry out to pin it down, a nigh extinct variant of the feline that was a hit with poachers and wild game hunters alike. But no, this magnificent beast would have to be for his Johnny alone - a sign of unspoken devotion whose potency was as comparable as the garishness of the obnoxiously over the top gift.
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itâll look absurdly out of place in his crummy reseda apartment ( one bedroom and a toilet that takes the day off from flushing every other thursday ), but he guesses itâll â heâll â be in good company with the versace bathrobe and the shelf of cologne whose names are unfamiliar and which and will never get through, and the gold-wrapped cigars ( seriously ). johnâd protested what he felt was an adequate amount to save his pride ( you didnât have to do that has become as much as refrain of their friendship as no mercy ), and now @opponentcompel sits with their beast looking so very proud while john fixes them both drinks â another whiskey heâd never heard of till it appeared one day in his drinks cabinet / cereal cupboard.
âsure,â he says. âi bet they tell each other stories about the terror that stalked âem all through the night. they know weâre the apex predator.â ( we: man, we: you and i. ) he stalks to the back of the couch, putting their glasses upon the side table and his arms around terry in much the same way terryâs holding the tiger: possessive, a hunter whoâs finally ensnared his prey. but he doesnât attack â he rests his chin on his friendâs shoulder, lips ghosting the shell of his ear. ( the beast stares at them both. he better get used to seeing this. ) johnny speaks with an echo of the poor kid he was, and the pride of the man he is, and a playfulness that these days seems only to belong to the times when heâs with terry. âterry, i feel just awful. on my last multi-million dollar international hunting expedition, i didnât get you anything.â
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hiii 𥰠how about ð or ð€ for the ask game? i hope you have a good day!
daisy hiii <3
ð [blue] something that brings me peace
watching the ocean waves crash into the shore. even just the thought of it gives me a sense of calm.
ð€ [brown] a dessert i love (and would love to share!)
brownies! they're best shared with a friend or two <3
#answered ð#ans: ask games#thanks for dropping by! ð hope your day is going well too ð#daisy ð¯
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Love it when I get this Princess treatment ð¥°
Grabbing their throat just to give them a kiss >>>
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happy birthday bieloved!! i hope ur day treats u so so so kindly, ur such a ray of sunshine in my life, i love whenever we interact and whenever i see u on my dash ð¥ºð ilysm!! mwah ððð
hiiii daisy-dearest ð¥ºððð !! thank u so much nd i hope u have a good day today !! ðœðððððð i love u the absolute mostest :((( this was so lovely to wake up to ð«¶ððð
#nd thank u for sticking w/me & my chaos !! !! ðð«¶ððððððð#sending u so many hugs nd kithes MWAH !!!!!! ð¥°ðððððð#*bbiemail#daisy.dotnet. ! ð¯#bbieday.2023. âš
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May I request a scenario/headcanons/whatever you want where Idia is dating the reader but nobody believes him? Like, he met the reader online and they've called eachother and whatnot but never met in person.
Anyway, some sort of event comes up (maybe the halloween one (love the halloween one)) and the third years are talking about who they know that's coming and when they ask Idia he says his partner.
How woulf they react to hearing that information and how bewildered would they be when Idia's s/o actually shows up to thr event?
Feel free to not do this one if you don't want to! Thank you for the opportunity to request in the first place, I genuinly love your writing!! <3 ðð
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this is a really good prompt actually!!!
*à©â©â§âË not-so-long distance
type of post: headcanons characters: idia additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu
Idia already knows that e-dating is a new low
(even for him)
but it's not like he can flirt with people IRL!
besides, he knows you're the real deal
he's... kinda-sorta-maybe hacked into your computer and snooped...
but only once! he just had to make sure you weren't some creep
(then he was like, oh, I'm the creep...)
so, he's dating the Ramshackle prefect
so what?
you know it's him, he knows it's you, he's still working up the nerve to talk to you IRL...
...yeah
the trouble starts when Leona makes a comment during a housewarden meeting
Idia, a little overconfident, ripostes
...and it's all downhill from there
no matter what he says, no matter what he shows them, none of the other housewardens believe his relationship is real
(except for Kalim, but that's not saying a lot)
Idia knows he has to play his cards right, though
so he shuts up and lets it go
ironically, that argument is what gives him the confidence to finally ask you out for an IRL date
...where he knows everyone will see you together
worth it
the looks on their faces are priceless, to say the least
their reactions when it turns out that not only was he telling the truth about having a partner, his partner turns out to be none other than the lovable, popular Ramshackle prefect themselves...
it's a big of an ego trip for him
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#3 "i dare you to fuck me (hoshi)"
kinktober 2024 â #3
pairing: kwon soonyoung/ hoshi x reader
au/genre: smut, slightly fluffy (?), best friends!au
word count: 4293 words
warnings: brief nipple play, fingering (f receiving), not detailed oral (f receiving), awkwardness, a bet about orgasms, soonyoung has a big dick (how does this always happen?), piv sex (reader is on unspecified birth control), unrealistic stamina, cream pie ð
a/n: I WUV HOSHI ð¯ also, can someone please count how many times i've described his body as muscular?
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"There just is no way you can do it, no one can!" A groan escapes you as you fall back onto your mattress, throwing a pillow over your face to hide your half-embarrassed, half-distressed feelings written all over your face. It's awfully quiet for a moment, and to have a peek to what you assume is happening, you remove the pillow, immediately being greeted with your best friend's face hovering mere inches in front of your own, signed with that look â and therefore be proven correctly.
"I think I can." Soonyoung grins, leaning in closer. His knees rest on each side next to your hips on the mattress, his hands creating deep imprints beside your shoulders as he stares down at you. Involuntarily, your breath hitches. You find yourself staring into his eyes, switching from one to the other as your own widen in realization that â maybe â you're not as much against the idea as you initially suspected.
Soonyoung is commonly known to be absolutely competitive. If everyone was backing down from a challenge, Soonyoung would be the last man standing, facing the difficulties and tearing them apart like a cheese grater. It is something you do admire about him, well, under normal circumstances that do not include your... your body.
"And I think you're being a creep," you announce, pressing your pointer finger to his forehead to push him away. With a whine, he compliantly retracts, a pout forming on his lips, all while you feel like you can finally breathe again. With a scoot, you sit up against the headboard, switching between looking at your best friend and fighting your hardest battle of trying not to look at him.Â
"Well, I think you're not giving me a chance," he states, criss-crossing his toned legs that you probably shouldn't gaze upon right now to stand your point, but how could you when they're practically begging for you to bite into their muscly flesh?
"Well, I think-" You're forcing your eyes to take in anything but his thighs â a quest hard enough to bring even the strongest soldier to their knees in defeat â "that would cross boundaries that can't be un-crossed."
The playful glint in his eyes disappears suddenly, leaving him to contort his brows in concern. "For real?"
"I mean, yeah?" Your shoulders tense up and your fingers begin fiddling with a loose string on your sock. "Look, the thing is that I'm fine. I don't need to- you know."
The look he sends you is unbelieving, doubtful, unconvinced.
"It was just a random fact I threw into this conversation, I didn't mean for you to jump on the opportunity," you reason, hands gesturing weirdly in front of your chest.
"Alright, my bad," he grins and you thank the universe for the one thing that characterizes your best friend more than his competitiveness: his naivety to believe every lie you tell. Because if he'd tried convincing you for a minute longer, you would've presumably given in. It's not like you don't want to, it's not like the voice between your legs hasn't yearned for Soonyoung's touch once or twice or thrice or more in the past years of being friends. It's just that- how does one move on from that?
"Great!"
"I mean it's your choice if you don't want to cum." Soonyoung shrugs, eyebrows risen with a sly smile on his face as he turns his head, then side-eyes you.
"Exactly." You grin fakely.
"I mean, not to brag, but the feeling is pretty great."
"I know. I can do it myself."
"Sure, but" he sighs dreamily "it's different through the hands of another person."
"Weren't we going to play Mario Kart?" You ask through gritted teeth, trying to change the topic away from your sex-life. Soonyoung might be great at a lot of things, most things even, but how can you be sure he's good at this too? How does one move on from that â okay, maybe thatâs somehow possible⊠but how does one move on from that failing miserably?
"Oh, of course," Soonyoung scoots to sit down next to you and presses a controller into your hands. You would like to say the cool material eases the sweaty feeling of your palms, but it actually intensifies, highlights the feeling, and you try your best to ignore how it threatens to glide from your wet digits every passing second. Not long after, the game starts with Soonyoung immediately taking first place. You try to concentrate, mood dropping when you have to, once again, realize that he is pretty much unbeatable. Saltily, you side-eye him, only to see a smug grin on his face. "What can I say, I'm pretty good with my hands."
"Oh, for God's sake!" You throw the controller down, crossing your arms over your chest and watch Soonyoung win the game just seconds later. Slowly, he turns his head towards you, grinning evilly.
"What?"
"Nothing," he smiles sweetly and you huff, then get ready for the next round which goes by just as quickly as the first, and with the same outcome. Annoyed, you throw the controller across the bed only for it to bounce off the edge and hit the floor with a thump.Â
"You seem pretty tense, maybe I should help you relax," Soonyoung grins, and you wish upon the Gods to either let the ground swallow you whole or to give you a way to wipe his awful smugness off his handsome features.
Maybe you could punch him. It would most certainly shut him up, but you're not a violent person. You like peace, you like the pigeons, and punching him would only result in the same outcome of a ruined friendship, but without the fun.
Maybe you could kiss him. It would also ruin the friendship, but at least you get half the fun.Â
Maybe you should just go for broke.
"Okay," you simply say. Judging by the look that takes over Soonyoung's face, he is definitely surprised, but not opposed. He blinks, bottom lip pushing forward in disbelief.
"What?"
"Do it," you demand, grabbing the remote to turn of the TV (the Mario Kart Theme Song is not the ideal background music for getting intimate with your best friend, you decide) and lay down on your back. With a swift motion, you lose your pants, kicking them off your legs and down the bed to pool in a little jean-mountain next to the controller you'd sent off earlier.
Soonyoung looks like he's been petrified while looking at a pot of freshly made budae jiggae. It takes him another split of a second to collect himself before he comes crawling over to you. "Are you sure?"Â
"I'm sure that if you don't do something right now I will kick you out and keep your switch," you answer blandly and, in the same breath, wonder when all of your uncertainty turned into passive-aggressiveness and impatience.Â
"I didn't pressure you into this, right?" Soonyoung's stare into your eyes is so intense that a part of you melts, but a different part of you wants to show him, to prove him wrong. There is no one who's ever been patient enough with you to make you finish, so maybe it's your poor choice of men, maybe it's your body, maybe it's something else entirely. Of course it bothered you at first, but you've come to terms with it. That was until today. There is just no way that he can bring you an orgasm. It cannot be that simple.
"I swear to God-"
"Can I kiss you?" Soonyoung's voice sounds so soft, uncharacteristically soft. He's appeared besides you, finally settled in laying on his side, slightly towering over your form. The scent of his cologne meets your nostrils as you dare to look up at him, a dark gaze set upon his eyes that makes you gulp, throat drying up with the thought of what's to come.
"Just do whatever you need to-" You don't even get to finish before his soft lips press against yours. He slips his hand beneath your chin to lift it up the slightest bit for better access. His mouth moves gently against your own, obnoxious sounds of lips parting and connecting again litters the quiet room. Sounds that would usually make you gag upon hearing them, but something about it being him makes it okay, makes you not even realize.Â
It's then when you notice his hand leaving your chin, trusting the way your lips move against his own that you will not pull away without the support. He traces your form, hand stroking over your sides to come to a quick halt at your hips. You gasp as he moves it up again to gently trace the outlines of your breasts through your shirt.Â
Tingling sensations of want spray through your body like a miniature firework. Soonyoung knows how to touch you, even though he never has, not like that, and when his thumb brushes over your clothed nipple, you gasp against his lips.
You just know he's going to be smug about it, you're not even surprised when you feel him smirk against your lips before resuming to kiss you deeply, adding a little tongue to lick over your lower lip, not yet begging for entry.
His hand leaves your breast, and you feel a little disappointed until you realize he pushes your shirt upwards to create real, skin-on-skin contact with your nipple again. You'd be surprised at how easy it was for you to let yourself go for him, to let him in, to let him explore, if you could concentrate on anything but the way his self-declared skillful fingers are making you feel right now.Â
With your shirt pushed further up to reveal your body to his eyes, his lips leave yours to attach to a nipple instead, sensually licking and sucking on the bud to leave you back-arched and hungry for more. You voice your wish, and Soonyoung, not without a chuckle, lets go of your breasts to kiss you once again.Â
His hand leaves your chest to travel south, tickling the sensitive skin of your stomach briefly before exploring the sensitivity of your thighs. He traces soft patterns on the supple flesh, riling you up even more before finally attending to your clothed core.Â
At the first touch, your eyes roll back behind closed lids, hips bucking into his touch as if having a mind of their own. You know he can feel how your wetness drenched the flimsy material of your panties, and when he finally reaches inside, you feel much less like needing to prove a point. To say his fingers feel good would be an understatement, you would even dare say that you've never had someone elseâs touch feel this good.
Soonyoung glides a finger through your folds, collecting enough of your wetness to spread upwards over your clit, then begins circling it. The action makes you clench around nothing. He knows just how to touch you, and you start to believe that he might actually be able to make it happen.
His motions, speed and pressure intensify over time, making you grasp the sheets to keep yourself from thrashing around. At this point, you don't even realize the sounds you're making, nor the volume of them, only spurring Soonyoung on to keep touching you just like that.Â
Pressure begins building. Your heart skips a beat, then hammers away at twice its original pace to make up for it. The familiar knot in your stomach keeps forming, you cry out, hands, touching everywhere at once to find the closure of knowing what to do with yourself, finding refugee on Soonyoung's shirt. Your lips are no longer connected, instead your forehead rests pressed against his, allowing your panting breath to tickle his lips.
It's happening, it's going to happen-
Itâs⊠itâs gone.
As slowly as it came, it ended abruptly. It still feels good, everything feels so, so good. You feel yourself being on fire, every part of you yearns to feel Soonyoung, more of Soonyoung and Soonyoung everywhere. It's just not enough.
Whether he felt your build up and crashing or not, he does not seem to be ready to give up just yet, instead reaching down to insert a finger into your waiting hole, then another. His movements are neat, concentrated on making you see stars with the way he drags along your walls, pads of his fingers pressing upward to massage into your spot just right.
It builds, it builds, and it's gone.
Reading your signs, Soonyoung moves to lie between your legs. The absolutely drenched material of your panties meets the floor moments later before Soonyoung dives in, lips and tongue connecting to form a firework of sensations between your legs. But it's just not enough, you realize, and you feel like crying. It can't be, he is doing everything right, better than right, so why isn't it working?
"S-Soonyoung-" you bring out. "It's not- it's not working."
"Are you sure? I mean, I could-"
"I can't. It's not going to happen."
"Just let go-"
"I can't!"
"Please-"
"Just let it go!"
It's not awkward, it just feels a little weird. None of you had realized just how much time Soonyoung spent between your thighs, and the reality came crashing down on you as you looked at your phone to overcome the awkward silence, showing numbers that indicated that Soonyoung's last bus was gone for good and there was no way for him to get home.
Hence, the two of you stare holes into the darkness lying next to each other on your bed about half an hour later.Â
"I'm sorry I couldn't-" Soonyoung whispers into the quiet room.
"That's why I told you, it's impossible," you whine, hiding your face in your hands even though he can't see you anyway.Â
"Was it... just not good in general?" The uncertainty in Soonyoung's voice is uncharacteristic for him, voice usually overflowing with confidence to a point where it's almost unbearably annoying sometimes. It makes your heart ache.
"No, you were not the problem. You did... everything right, to be honest. I don't want to stroke your already massive ego too much, but I've never been touched like that," you admit, turning to your side to face where you assume him to be.
"Phew," he says, and you can hear the playfulness in his voice clearly. You roll your eyes, but crack a smile. Rustling noises coming from Soonyoung's side of the bed, paired with dipping motions of the mattress that let you guess that Soonyoung's turned to face you as well. Carefully, you reach out to touch him.
"That's my f-, I swear to God if your finger ends up in my nose, that's your problem- no wait, I'll turn on the light," Soonyoung says and follows his own words with actions, and you giggle, closing your eyes to shield them from the stinging brightness of your lamp and scooting your body closer to Soonyoung until you can feel the warmth radiating from his body not only on your hand, that's touching his chest. It's silent for a minute.
"It was really good..." you admit again, Soonyoung's scent reminding you of the happenings earlier, and maybe this is your subconsciousness telling you to try it again, but you're unaware of it.
"If I didn't know any better, I could swear you're trying to fuck me right now," Soonyoung laughs and earns slaps to his chest from you until he has enough and grabs your wrist. "For real though..."
"What?"
"Let's try it again- wait! Hear me out," he warns, and you shut your opening mouth in defeat. "Let's make it a competition, whoever cums first has to buy ice cream tomorrow."
"Ice cream?" You mumble, head spinning a little at his eagerness to try again. You can't believe that this is only his competitiveness speaking, yet you can only speculate the reason why he is so head over heels at the idea of being intimate with you again.
"Ice cream," he confirms, but the tone of his voice dropped in both deepness and volume. A tingling sensation washes over your body, causing your breath to come out shakily as you subconsciously press yourself closer to Soonyoung.
"But isn't ice cream like really cheap? Shouldn't we compete for something a little more... expensive?" You don't notice how your tone changed as well, making it sound like you're unintentionally purring your words.
"It's not about the ice cream, silly," Soonyoung tsks, making you look up at him once again by lifting your chin, "I just want you."
You whimper at that, and fortunately, Soonyoung is quick enough to pull you into another kiss before you can feel embarrassed about your shameless display of attraction. Quickly, the kiss gets heated, yet not hasty, no teeth clashing, no lips crashing, just raw desire and a little too much spit. Itâs perfect.
Soonyoungâs hands find your waist, pulling you closer, before shamelessly reaching for the supple flesh of your ass, generously groping a cheek with his hand, making you whimper once again, uncoordinated hands tugging at his shirt, wanting it off, wanting to see the bulky richness of the body you know heâs sculpted to upmost perfection at the gym in the past years.
Following your desperate request, Soonyoung pulls the fabric over his head, he himself too affected to even act cocky about you wanting an opportunity to visually take in his beefy torso, instead panting softly as his intense gaze meets yours.
Though not for long, as yours immediately falls to his strong chest, muscles visibly bulging through his skin, and you can feel yourself gulping from drooling so much. Your nimble fingers quickly find their way onto his skin, softly exploring the wide expanse of muscle paradise as your lips find his again.Â
Soonyoung softly grunts into your mouth as your fingertips briefly circle his assumably sensitive nipple, then softly pushes you onto your back to hover above you effortlessly, strong arms wrapping around your figure before pulling your shirt off as well.
The in between is a bit of a blur, every glimpse at Soonyoung's body enough to get your head spinning, every one of his touches feeling electric with how turned on you are, and soon, there's not a layer of clothing separating you.Â
Soonyoung reaches down gently, spreading your folds with his fingers to find your wetness greeting him once again, insisting on preparing you for what's to come as he softly kisses along your neck.
This time, you feel, he's less determined, there's no goal in his mind, he genuinely wants to explore the depths of you, every little part he missed in his determination earlier. But that doesn't make it any less mind blowing.
âYouâre so⊠perfect,â he mumbles into your neck, the sound almost getting lost in your gasps and soft moans as he stretches you with three of his digits.Â
âSoonyoungâŠâ you whimper needily, trembling hands running down his body, reaching their destination as you wrap a hand around his length.Â
âFuck, youâre big,â you gasp in mild surprise, unable to hold back the implied compliment, and the charged atmosphere briefly lightens as Soonyoung lets out a soft chuckle.Â
âYou want it?â He asks, and itâs not only a question of if, but also him trying to gauge if you're ready for him yet.
âMm,â you hum in approval, hooded eyes hazily looking up at him as you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. Soonyoung lets out one last breathy chuckle before aligning himself with your entrance, intense gaze meeting yours as he carefully shifts forward, his tip briefly catching on your hole before sliding inside.
Your breath hitches at the stretch despite his preparations, yet you want more, you want all of him, all of Soonyoung as deeply as possible, and to never let him go. And he complies, slowly pushing deeper and deeper, every vein dragging deliciously along your walls that struggle to adjust to the intrusion.
With your eyes rolling back, you let out a soft groan, hands grabbing onto his bulging biceps for any form of stability as your head spins, his tip seeming to slide deeper endlessly, his cock filling you to the very brim before he finally bottoms out.
âHoly shit,â Soonyoung grunts softly, panting breaths leaving his parted lips, eyebrows scrunched in a mix of raw pleasure and trying to hold himself back from just pounding into you right now.
He takes a deep breath, grabbing onto your thigh to adjust it around his waist before stroking all the way over the flesh of your ass and up your waist where he rests his hand to hold you in place as he pulls back slightly, then thrusts experimentally.
A whine escapes your parted lips, fireworks going off behind closed lids, the butterflies in your stomach going crazy at the feeling combined with the mere reality of this situation. Soonyoungâs inside you, reaching depths that youâd naively describe as uncharted territory, and, God, he feels heavenly. And your body seems to agree, clenching automatically as if not wanting to ever let him pull out entirely again.
Soonyoung gasps, then buries his face in your neck again, lips attaching to your skin, peppering open mouthed kisses everywhere he can reach as he repeats his thrust before setting a slow yet steady pace.
Moans tumble from your mouth uncontrollably, the bet about ice cream long forgotten, as well as your uncertainty about whether you can even cum from someone else's touch.Â
And Soonyoung takes you for hours, pushing your legs and body into every possible position one could think of, whispering sweet yet dirty nothings into your ear for only you to hear, and gifting you the best night of your life.Â
By the time he announces that he's close, heâs a panting mess, a layer of sweat covering his muscular body while the wetness between your legs has increased to a point where it's almost too slippers, and yet all you feel is pure bliss.
âCum in me,â you gasp breathlessly, your legs feeling like jelly at this point, âitâs fine⊠cum in meâŠâ
With his last remaining strength, Soonyoungâs head snaps up, a look of pure astonishment on his face, âfor real?â
âY-yeah.. yeah, Iâm-,â you interrupt yourself with a moan as Soonyoungâs thrusts pick up, âyeah..â
âOh my God..â Soonyoungâs moans get whinier, a tad higher in pitch as he gets closer and closer. Heâs managed to manhandle you back into your original position with you on your back, and his hands grip onto your waist to be able to piston his hips into you faster, his face buried in your neck as he grunts in pleasure, âoh, fuck, thank youâŠâ
His thrusts get sloppier, almost losing their rhythm and all you can focus on is how his body slowly tenses up more and more, the veins on his strong forearms bulging as he moans your name into your neck needily. âFuck, Iâm gonna cumâŠâ
Just as you open your mouth to encourage him once again, he picks up his pace yet again, pounding his hips into yours with such force and speed that it makes the bed crash against the wall repeatedly. It takes you by surprise, your back arching and your jaw dropping at the sudden overwhelming sensation, your nails digging into the skin of Soonyoungâs wide shoulders.
He pushes into you harder and harder, as if losing himself completely, his moans growing louder and louder, maybe a bit too loud for the time of night, but neither of you care, merely focused on the pleasure youâre both feeling.Â
Soonyoung bottoms out again, once, twice, before pushing in impossibly deep, and you can physically feel the exact moment he orgasms, his length pulsating wildly and a warm sensation filling you, and thatâs when it happens.Â
With a soft, tired whine, you feel the knot in your stomach, that you didnât even notice was forming, snap, your own walls clamping down around Soonyoung repeatedly, albeit rather softly and not as intense as Soonyoungâs high. It takes you a moment to realize.
Your eyes widen. Was thatâŠ? The same moment, Soonyoungâs head snaps up, his eyes as wide as your own. Oh, he felt it.
âDid youâŠ?â He whispers, as if afraid that if he talked too loudly, it would turn back time and undo your orgasm.
With parted lips, you stare back at him, âI⊠y-yeahâŠâ
You expected everything from a cocky remark over an ick-triggering victory dance to an actual orgasm-celebration party featuring everyone Soonyoungâs known since birth, but Soonyoung just leans back down and hugs you tightly. âAre you feeling okay?â
âYeah,â you whisper back. Hesitantly due to your surprise, you slowly brush your fingers through his hair, suddenly deeply in thought.
Soonyoung actually made you cum? And it was⊠that easy? Well, despite the fact that it took literal hours⊠and why did it happen when he- and generally, what now?
âCan I take you out on a date after getting you ice cream?â Soonyoung suddenly speaks up, too exhausted to lift his head once more so his voice gets muffled in your neck.
âHuh?â You ask, sure you mustâve misheard him.
âDateâŠâ is all Soonyoung can mumble.
âYou-,â you begin, but quickly shut up. Why not? âYeah, why not?â
âFabulous,â Soonyoung mumbles, then presses a wet kiss to your shoulder. A few minutes pass by before he speaks up again. âIâm feeling sticky. Are you feeling sticky? Letâs showerâŠâ he lifts his head, then slowly begins grinning. âWe can reminisce about this experience in thereâŠâ
Ah, there he is.Â
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Saw your post about you getting stuff from your mom and I was wondering does she know you age regress???/genq -ð¯
Haiii, yea my mum knows I regress - although I normally regress when alone!!! :3
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