#.·:*��¨*:·. 𝅘𝅥𝅮 ㅤ❀ ۪۪۫۫ᤢ ⣬ ✮ ☆

[rottenfyre]

⸻ ᴜ ɴ ᴛ ɪ ʟ ᴅ ᴇ ᴀ ᴛ ʜ ᴅ ᴏ ᴜ ꜱ ᴀ ᴘ ᴀ ʀ ᴛ ⸻

Pairing: Show Aemond Targaryen x Fem Reader

Headcanon: how would he be when he's obsessed?

˚꒰notes꒱‧ English is not my first language. Gifs belong to @barbieaemond. Hope you enjoy!

Aemond’s obsession with you is intense yet restrained. He’s not the type to openly declare his feelings or show affection through words or flowery gestures. Instead, he watches you, studies you, absorbs every detail—like he’s trying to memorize you. Your smallest gestures, the sound of your laughter, even the way your eyes shift when you’re uncomfortable—all of it becomes ingrained in his mind. You’re his fixation, his secret treasure, the one thing he allows himself to crave.

At first, his presence is barely noticeable. He’s there, quietly lingering in the background, watching you in ways that feel both protective and invasive. But as time passes, you realize he’s always there, always watching.

“You have no idea, do you?” he’d murmur one night, his eyes holding an unsettling intensity. “How long I’ve waited, how much I’d sacrifice just to keep you close.”

Aemond’s possessiveness doesn’t manifest in obvious ways. He doesn’t need to announce that you’re his—he knows it, and in his mind, so should you. The way he stands close to you, how he always seems to position himself between you and others, the subtle but possessive hand he places on the small of your back—all are quiet signs of his control.

When others try to get too close to you, his gaze alone is enough to send them away. Aemond doesn’t tolerate competition; to him, you’re his, and he’ll ensure that no one ever doubts it. He won’t raise his voice or cause a scene like his brother—his icy stare and that ever-present hand on his sword are all he needs to convey his message.

“You belong to me,” he’d say in that low, measured tone, his fingers tracing a slow line down your arm. “Do not let them forget that.”

Aemond knows everything about you—your daily habits, your secrets, your fears. He’s intelligent, calculating, and patient, and he uses those skills to orchestrate situations that keep you close to him. He knows who you speak to, where you go, and even your thoughts before you voice them. He’ll play on your fears, your desires, using them to his advantage, always pushing you closer into his web.

He won’t openly restrict you. Instead, he’ll manipulate circumstances so that you have no choice but to turn to him. When you need comfort, he’s there; when you feel threatened, he’s there, his hand on his sword, ready to protect. In his mind, he’s the only one who can understand you, the only one who’s truly worthy of you.

“You see how they look at you, don’t you?” he’d whisper, his tone almost affectionate, a hint of jealousy darkening his gaze. “They don’t deserve to even stand in your shadow.”

Aemond’s jealousy is quiet, subtle, but no less dangerous. He seethes when others try to approach you, though he keeps his composure, his expression unreadable. But if anyone dares get too close, Aemond’s revenge is swift and ruthless. He’ll ruin reputations, destroy alliances—he’ll make them pay in ways that leave no question about his power. His jealousy isn’t petty; it’s all-consuming, a cold, lethal fire.

If he catches you in conversation with another man, he’ll silently insert himself into the situation, his icy gaze boring into them, making it clear that you’re untouchable. He won’t show his rage outwardly, but the consequences will be devastating. And if anyone dares to harm you or threaten your relationship? His retribution will be terrifyingly swift.

“Let them try,” he’d murmur, his fingers running possessively through your hair. “They’ll regret ever thinking they could touch what’s mine.”

Aemond struggles with vulnerability, his past leaving scars he can’t hide. His emotions are buried deep, guarded by layers of pride, shame, and bitterness. But with you, his intensity surfaces in ways even he can’t fully control. You’re the one thing that breaks through his walls, and he both hates and craves that vulnerability. He’ll never openly admit his love, but it shows in the way he’s constantly there, always silently protecting, always watching.

And when he’s alone with you, he lets that restraint slip. He holds you as if you’re a lifeline, a fragile thing he could lose at any moment. His touch is both possessive and desperate, a reminder that you’re the one thing in his life he can’t stand to lose.

“You’re the only one I need,” he’d confess in a rare moment of vulnerability, his voice almost breaking. “The only one who matters.”

He believes the world is a dangerous place, full of enemies who’d harm you, and he’s determined to be your shield. He’ll demand that you stay close to him, questioning your every move if it takes you out of his sight. He’ll use his power to keep you safe, even if it means isolating you from everyone else.

If you try to resist, he won’t argue or raise his voice. Instead, he’ll find subtle ways to manipulate the situation so that you have no choice but to obey. And in his mind, it’s all justified—it’s all to keep you safe.

“Stay close to me,” he’d command softly, his hand tightening around yours. “The world is full of threats, and I’ll be damned if I let any of them touch you.”

He’s possessive to the point of madness, convinced that you’re the only person who understands him, the only one who sees him for who he truly is. And if he ever feels like he’s losing you, his obsession will consume him, driving him to desperate, dangerous lengths.

He won’t hesitate to use every resource at his disposal to ensure you remain his, even if it means trapping you in a world where he’s your only companion.

“If you ever leave, there’ll be no place you can hide,” he’d say, his voice low, his gaze dark and unwavering. “You’re mine, and I’ll make sure it stays that way.”

Aemond’s love isn’t gentle or kind; it’s fierce, unyielding, and impossible to escape. Once he’s set his sights on you, there’s no freedom, no escape. His love is a trap, one that tightens around you until you realize there’s no way out. But in Aemond’s mind, it’s a love like no other—a love that binds you together, that defies the bounds of mortality itself

In Aemond’s world, love is something that consumes, devours. Once he’s claimed you, there’s no escape—only him, and the unbreakable bond he’s forced upon you.

“Even death wouldn’t stop me from finding you,” he’d murmur, his lips brushing over your forehead, his arms wrapped tightly around you. “No one else could ever love you like I do. Remember that.”

@ʀᴏᴛᴛᴇɴꜰʏʀᴇ 2024. ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴏʀ ᴜꜱᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴇʙꜱɪᴛᴇꜱ.

[wonjuii]

ㅤ⠀ㅤ⠀Ⳋɞ⠀﹏⠀࿔┼｡ㅤ‧ིྀ͙ 𓊆ྀི།།⠀ㅤㅤRunnin' ⠀reckless, ⠀tryna ⠀find ⠀the ⠀time ⠀to⠀ check⠀ it⠀⠀⠀ㅤ@p-oisn

[lachatalovematcha]

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🍇☘️🌈(๑╹ω╹๑)🍇☘️🌈ありえない ⭐️🍎🌈神の仕業に恋の過ち 忘却は愛しさの出口⭐️🍎🌈忘れてよ 私のことを 愛したのは🎈⭐️🌈一瞬の本能の迷いあなたに巡り会えた☀️🌈🍎用意されたシナリオ🍮🎀⭐️Ｔｈａｎｋ Ｙｏｕ ♡🍮🎀⭐️誰にも何も🎈⭐️🌈

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[lilac-dreamxxz]

──⠀⠀london diaries

1985⠀( oh, 𝘃͟𝗶͟𝗻͟𝘁͟𝗮͟𝗴͟𝗲͟ )

' sigh ' patience⠀ 너

♡:ㅤ[ ... ]ㅤㅤ✶ㅤ ㅤ말해봐

⠀ "⠀⠀ꚕerㅤㅤ̤ ⠀go͡rge𝗈︩︪us⠀⠀ ❀ᮬ⠀ ⠀𝗱𝗲𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗹𝘀⠀⠀"

romαntıc 🎵 tunes

ii.⠀⠀𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞.𝟐𝟑𝟔⠀⠀(#)

roses ✿ ㅤ̤ fraîches

(𖧷)⠀sunshine ⠀𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒

[fluiora]

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ㅤ ❀͟✿ ㅤㅤㅤSparks ㅤㅤFly ㅤ ㅤ @n-americano

[hermetiqa]

YOUR FUTURE SPOUSE'S FIRST IMPRESSION OF YOU

Reminder: it doesn't matter if you saw this reading a day or a week or a month or a year after posting this. My readings are timeless. You'll see this when you're meant to see this and receive your message.

How to pick a pile: close your eyes and take a deep breath before picking a pile. If you feel drawn to more than one pile, it's alright, you may take the piles that you're drawn to. What's important is to take it how it resonates and leave what doesn't.

Note: please feel free to give me a feedback on my asks about the reading! I would highly appreciate it and it'll be a huge help for me to improve as a reader.

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PILE ONE

Hello, Pile 1! Welcome to your reading. So what I'm getting is that your future spouse's first impression of you will be a mix of emotional, intellectual, and practical nature. Your future spouse will see you as their soulmate or "the one" the moment they see/meet you. When you meet, they'll be in the stage of life where life's testing them real bad. I feel like they're one of the fixed signs who will be heavily affected by Pluto in Aquarius and their life will be such a rollercoaster ride. So when they meet you, they'll feel like this rollercoaster ride has just ended because you'll be their comfort zone. I'm seeing that you could have a masculine energy who's emotionally intelligent and/or connected/in touch with your emotions. Your future spouse admires this trait of yours and it makes them want you even more in their life. I'm also getting that your future spouse sees you as someone who's practical and might be good with money. You could be financially stable or money flows easily for you. They see you as someone nurturing and caring, to the point that you're really committed to them and to your relationship.

PILE TWO

Hello there, Pile 2! Welcome to your reading. First of all, what I'm getting here is that your future spouse will see you as someone who constantly learns something new. You might meet at a university or institutions or workplace where you're required to learn and enhance new skills. To your future spouse, you're a logical person and you might have masculine energy. I'm getting the IDGAF energy here and this might be their first impression of you. They see you as someone who doesn't tolerate toxicity and bad behavior. When someone does you wrong or dirty for the first time and they apologize to you, you'll accept and forgive. But if they do it again on the second time, that's a goodbye to them. There will be no third time. You don't give a fuck whether they'll be hurt when you cut ties because first of all, that's their fault and you're simply protecting yourself from their energy. I'm also seeing that your future spouse will see you as someone who knows what you want and you just do your thing and get it. Just like in Ariana's song 7 rings, "I want it, I got it" which I keep hearing right now. I also feel like when you meet, you might be in a "stuck" situation or you're mentally foggy and they'll notice this so your future spouse will have the urge to help you or approach you and be in their strongest masculine energy because they see you as someone with masculine energy, and they'll try to beat that. Not because of ego, but because they know you have high standards and well, they want you so they'll try to fit in those standards, but not in a fake or pretentious way, but in a way that they'll be a better person.

PILE THREE

Hello, Pile 3! Welcome to your reading. Well, this is such a passionate and fiery energy here. I'm getting that your future spouse's first impression of you is that they'll see you as someone who's fiery. You have a lot of courage and when someone tests you or makes your life a bit difficult, you don't back down. Instead, you fight back. I can see that your future spouse sees you as someone who's expanding your finances. You're trying to make your financial life stable here, or even more than stable. You could meet at a workplace, specifically in business-related workplaces. I'm seeing a woman wearing a white blouse, dark blue/navy trousers and 3-inch black heels standing in front of a desk and typing something on the computer, helping someone get their work done or looking at their work. This could be you or them. I'm also seeing that your future spouse sees you as a passionate person, you're passionate in your job and you get all your work done. I feel like you could be the CEO here. I'm also seeing that your future spouse will be really physically attracted to you when you first meet (to a sexual level). They'll be starstruck when they see you and it'll feel like the world suddenly stopped moving.

[ran-washimine]

@emewrgency-room

here to beg for more dividers & possibly pixels

def not forced

black/pink pixels/divs, ♡/rb if used. ꒰ა(∗´ര ᎑ ര`∗)໒꒱

[beqitos]

⸻ ✴︎ ⠀ׅ⠀⠀ׅ⠀ 𝓬𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝓰𝐞𝐭 𝓸𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝓲𝐭

⠀ׅ⠀⠀₊⠀𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒆𝒙 𝒆𝒏𝒉𝒚𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒔

✿⠀ׁ⠀P : ot7 enha x fem!reader⠀ׅ⠀W : CORNY ASS PICKUP LINES IN JAKE'S AND HEE'S!!, flirting, cursing, kys joke, and fake killoff joke, err tell me if there's more !⠀ׅ⠀G : crack

✿⠀ׁ⠀𝓳𝐚𝐳 𝓷𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐳 ; I'm trying something new! a fic is on the way, tho! wanna change my theme, but idk what to change it to 😖 lowkey, I want to put "small crush" on hold

✿⠀ׁ⠀𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐎 : ⸻ 𝒍𝒊𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒚

✿⠀.⠀ don't spam like ||. reblogs and likes are appreciated !!

[livinghtmare]

𝐥𝐞𝐭  𝐲𝐨𝐮  𝐠𝐨  ?  𝘥𝘰  𝘺𝘰𝘶  𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺  𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬  𝘪’𝘮  𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵  𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥 ?

✞   ⸻ㅤ ⸼ㅤ 𝙳𝙴𝚅𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙴ㅤㅤ:ㅤㅤ𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗　 * · 　based on the invitation movie　 * · 　𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥　 * · 　𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘥　 * · 　𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝��𝚢　 * · 　𝙗𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙮　 * · 　sex and violence　 * · 　𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲　 * · 　𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬ㅤ ﹑

ㅤㅤ

[l-unitas]

͏

♡   𝆬     ۪    ࣪     🫙 ｡ ꒱

𝜗 ♥︎ 𝜚  ᮫ ◌ 𝆬  ⊹ ˖      ࣪  ✧

͏

︭˖  𝆬   𓇼  ۪      ◌  ᪲ 

𐔌  ㅤど 𓈒 𝆬      ᮫      ♡ ﹚

͏

꒰  𝆬  ׅ  ⭒  ✿

♪ 𓈒 𓏸 ꒰angel꒱       👼🏻     ᪲

͏

[rottenfyre]

⸻ ᴀ ʟ ᴡ ᴀ ʏ ꜱ ᴍ ɪ ɴ ᴇ ⸻

Pairing: Dark Maegor I Targaryen x Fem Reader

Summary: You were always his. From the moment you were born. And it's going to stay that way, whatever you like it or not.

Warning: Targcest, Graphic depictions of violence, Non con, Maegor himself is a warning.

Notes: English is not my first language. Art belong to dalberadiata. Hope you enjoy!

Maegor kicked a rock with all the strength his young body could muster, the jagged stone skittering across the ground and disappearing into the brush. His chest heaved with frustration, his fists clenched at his sides, and his face contorted in a mask of anger.

But no matter how much he trained, no matter how hard he fought, his father’s gaze always passed over him. Like he wasn’t even there.

His foot slammed into another rock, as he ground his teeth in fury. He wanted to be king. He would be king. One day, they would all see—his father, his brother—all of them would see.

“Boo!”

A voice, sweet and sudden, pulled him from his thoughts. His body stiffened as he turned, already prepared to strike, but it was only her. His sister, always sneaking up on him, always playing her games. She popped out from behind a tree, her eyes sparkling with mischief, a playful grin on her lips.

“Did I scare you, Maegor?” she teased, laughing softly as she plopped herself down beside him on the grass without waiting for a response.

He didn’t flinch, didn’t smile. Of course, he wasn’t scared. His hands flexed at his sides, still shaking with the remnants of his anger. He wasn’t in the mood for her games. Not today.

But she didn’t seem to notice. She never did. Instead, she sat beside him, her fingers absentmindedly plucking at the flowers that dotted the ground. She hummed softly, her hands busy weaving stems together as if there wasn’t a care in the world.

“I’ll be king one day,” he muttered, his voice low, angry. His fists tightened as he stared ahead, his vision still blurry with unshed tears. “You’ll see. I’ll be a great king. Someone important. Stronger than father. Stronger than anyone.”

She nodded, but he could tell she wasn’t listening. She never really listened when he talked about his plans. She was too busy with her flowers, too lost in her own world of pretty things and laughter. He frowned, watching as she twisted the stems in her delicate hands, her smile never faltering.

“What are you doing?” he snapped, his frustration bubbling up again.

She looked up at him then, her eyes wide, as if his anger didn’t bother her at all. Her smile only grew, and she held up the thing she had been working on. “Done!” she announced, her voice soft and sweet, like the sound of a gentle breeze. She leaned over and placed it on his head—a crown of flowers, woven with care, resting lopsided on his dark hair.

Maegor blinked, confused, his anger momentarily forgotten. He reached up to touch the crown, his brows furrowing as he tried to understand what she had done.

“What is this?”

She smiled at him, that same sweet, soft smile that always made something in his chest ache. “Even if you don’t become king, you’re still my king, Maegor.” Her voice was full of warmth, full of love. “Always.”

He stared at her, the confusion in his eyes deepening. She was always like this—so full of life, so bright. Too bright for someone like him. Too soft for a world as harsh as theirs. He didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to respond.

But now, when he looked at her, the only thing that remained was death.

Her body was cold in his arms, a shell of the girl she used to be. Her eyes, once full of light, now stared blankly ahead, her mouth silent as always. But that was alright. She didn’t need to speak. She didn’t need to smile.

He still loved her.

Even like this.

She was dressed in beautiful silk, her hair brushed and perfect, her lips still stained with the remnants of the last kiss he’d given her earlier. She looked like a doll. Fragile. Beautiful. Untouched. He dragged his hand down her neck, savoring the coldness of her skin, feeling the shiver of pleasure that ran through him.

But the silk? That was a pity. He was going to rip that apart anyway.

He pulled her into his lap, her body limp and pliant, her head lolling to the side as he pressed his lips to her neck. He bit down, hard, savoring the taste of her skin, his teeth sinking in deep enough to draw blood. His hand slid between her legs, fingers pushing against her cunt, trying to get her wet. She didn’t move, didn’t react, but he didn’t care. She would be ready for him. She had to be.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered into her skin, his voice dark and rough as he kissed along her neck, his bites growing harder, more savage. “You’ll give me a son. A true son. Something none of those useless cunts could do.” His fingers moved faster, harder, forcing her body to respond. “We’ll name him Aegon. After father. What do you think?”

He pulled back, his eyes gleaming as he looked at her face. Her tears were falling now, silent as always, sliding down her cheeks like the rain.

Oh, right. He had cut her tongue out.

He laughed then, a deep, guttural sound that echoed in the room. How could he have forgotten? She had screamed, hadn’t she? Begged him to stop, to leave her alone. She didn’t want to be his wife. She didn’t want him. But that hadn’t mattered. Not to him. He had made sure she couldn’t refuse him ever again.

He wiped her tears with his thumb, pushing it into her mouth as he did. “It’s alright,” he whispered, his voice soft, mocking. “I love you still. I like you more like this.”

Then he kissed her, hard and rough, his mouth devouring hers as his hand gripped her neck, holding her in place. She didn’t kiss back, didn’t move, but he didn’t care. He didn’t need her to.

He shoved himself inside her, his thrusts brutal, each one harder than the last. Her body didn’t fight him, didn’t resist. She took him in silence, her tears falling faster now, her eyes empty as they stared at the ceiling. But Maegor didn’t stop. He pounded into her, growling with each thrust, determined to make her his in every possible way.

“You're mine,” he snarled, his voice low and dangerous as he fucked her harder. “Always have been and always will be.”

She didn’t respond. She never did. But that was fine.

When he was done, when her body was limp and unconscious beneath him, he pulled out, only to push his seed back inside her, forcing it deeper, making sure she would carry it.

“You’ll be a mother,” he whispered, his hand pressing against her stomach, possessive. “The mother of my child.”

His.

Always his.

@ʀᴏᴛᴛᴇɴꜰʏʀᴇ 2024. ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴏʀ ᴜꜱᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴇʙꜱɪᴛᴇꜱ

[tamas-love]

（ 제목 ）FACE PAINT.

PRESENT.⠀⟡​⠀in which, you two got too needy.

（ 이희승 ） — pairing = fem!reader x bf!heeseung ୨୧ warning = giving head, hair pulling, dirty talk, heeseung paints his girl's face with.. yeah, others may be unlisted ୨୧ wc = 620?

a/n : i was motivated, shruggg.

click me! ↓

ㅤ𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊, he didn't want anyone to see this but he also did not care. Who was he to deny his sweetheart from giving him a blowjob anyways? "You have to be quick baby," He murmurs, voice so sweet, a stark contrast to you whom was sitting so prettily on your knees.

ㅤA chuckle escaped his lips as he felt you undoing his belt, one hand moving to your adorable face, caressing your cheek as his other hand tangled itself in your hair. "You're so needy aren't ya?" He remarked, looking around to make sure no one was coming any time soon.

ㅤThey were hiding in a dark alleyway, too horny and impatient to even make it to their apartment let alone Heeseung's car.

ㅤThe date had ended a bit too early but he didn't care, anything was with cutting short if you were with him. "C'mon baby, be a good doll and wrap those pretty lips around me.." He smirks, leaning against the brick wall, his gaze predatory as he watched you intently. The moon barely casting an ounce of light onto you two.

ㅤYou looked up at him, your eyes doe and shiny, looking way more innocent than they were. You looked away to focus on his cock, ignoring the feeling of the hard ground against your bare knees. Heeseung groaned as he felt your tongue swirl around the tip of his cock, teasing him just right.

ㅤFingers tightening in your hair, he tugged lightly as he guided your head closer. "Fuck yeah, just like that baby. Lick up all that pre-cum for me." The cool night air brushed against his heated skin as he watched you work, your pretty lips wrapped around him so perfectly.

ㅤHe couldn't help but thrust his hips forward slightly, seeking more of that delicious wet heat. "Mmm, you look so good with my cock in your mouth," Heeseung purred, voice low and husky with desire. "Such a good little cocksucker for me."--"Gonna make you choke on it so good when we get home."

ㅤHe smirked down at you, his hand pulling you off his cock to make you meet his intense gaze. "You want that, don't you? Want me to fuck your throat until you can't breathe?" Not waiting for an answer, Heeseung shoved your head back down on him, forcing several inches of his thick length deeper.

ㅤHe groaned at the tight squeeze around him, the vibrations of your moans sending rockets of pleasure through him.

ㅤ"Take it all, baby. Fuck, you're so goddamn hot like this," He growled, hips thrusting faster now, fucking into your mouth with reckless abandon. The wet sounds of the blowjob echoed dirtily in the alley, mixing with Heeseung's grunts and your muffled whimpers.

ㅤHe knew you two had to hurry, but he was so close already, your skilled mouth driving him wild with lust. His balls grew tight, signaling he was gonna cum soon. Heeseung roughly pulled you off his cock with a lewd pop, stroking himself furiously as he aimed his throbbing member at your face.

ㅤ"Open wide, slut. Gonna paint his pretty face with my cum." He grunted, fist pumping rapidly over his shaft. With a guttural moan, Heeseung came hard, ropes of thick white seeds splattering across your cheeks and lips. Heeseung let out a groan, smirking wide as he looked down at your covered face.

ㅤ"Fuck, you look gorgeous like this."

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[wonjuii]

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[nepentheism]

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