#Anonny!

[monamipencil]

wdythink about shy reader squirting for the first time and mingyu literally going crazy about it….. like he might cry…

genre; smut, mdni <3

his ego would burst through the roof if you squirt, especially if it's your first time ever.

mingyu curls his fingers inside you, stimulating your g-spot with his middle and ring fingers. your legs tremble around his head, and he keeps up the ruthless abuse on your cunt.

he leans forward, wrapping your clit between his soft lips. he sucks on the bundle of nerves, tongue flicking at the bud incessantly. he pulls away causing you to whine but he just smile at how needy you are. "want me that bad, baby?"

you whine, "fuck you,"

he groans loudly, cock twitching, "you should. fuck-I love your cunt so much." you thrash under his him as he thumbs at your clit. his movements turn hasty, rubbing at your clit and curling his fingers on your g-spot, simultaneously.

"fuck, fuck, fuck!" you scream, toes curling and the band in your stomach snaps. but this is different from your usual orgasms, it's a bit more intense and-

before you know it, you squirt all over mingyu's face. your legs tremble around his face and you scream his name again, gasping for air. he groans incoherent curses, and dives in, sucking and slurping at your fluids. he makes a mess out of the mess, eating you out like a madman and the sounds filling the bedroom are absolutely sinful.

you cry his name, trying to push his face away. he doesn't budge and you tug at his hair, harshly. he pulls away finally and you moan at his disheveled appearance. his face and hair are covered with your fluids and pure, unfiltered lust swirls in his eyes.

he looks at you like a predator, circling around its prey. you gulp and he smiles, flashing his sharp canines. and the fact he isn't overtly expressing his joy concerns you 'cause you know that look. the look that tells you that you won't be able to walk for a few days.

"fuck, that was hot." he touches his chin, wiping your arousal and sucks on it. "gimme one more, yea?" he grins, kissing the pearl above your core. you gasp, feeling oversensitive but you know he's nowhere finished with you.

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[jaylaxies]

innocently*** asking bf hee what his favorite part of your body is and he says your thighs, because "they're soft and squishy"

but rlly he loves how his dick slips right through them when he's fucking your thighs, your tiny whimpers and whines filling his ears

later on in the night when hee has you under him and he's eating you out-the feeling of your cute thighs wrapped around him made him feel like he was in heaven, hungrily eating you out until your small whines became loud moans of his name

his hands grabbing at your thighs and whenever he pulled away for a breath he gave you big bites on your inner thigh, decorating them with his teeth marks until he was satisfied

"i love your thighs, they're cute and soft. kinda wanna feel them around my neck" - if you get it??

he would probably get comfy between your thighs during cuddle sessions-knowing what they'll turn into-his head on your tummy innocently at first but then he starts squeezing your thighs and sliding down to get his taste of your honey ..!

his head between your thighs, the soft flesh rubbing against the sides of his face while your hands were in his hair, whining and pushing his head deeper.

like i totally feel like hee would take pictures of you in a skirt, obv disguising the pictures he takes as cute outfit pics but rlly he zooms into your thighs and when you're not their he thrusts into his hand imagining your thighs were wrapped around him

and would 'accidentally' be doing it on your bed so when you get home you see his cum stain on your pillow or sheet/or sometimes he would use your panties

AND DEFINITELY leave his mess for you to see, your cute little panties covered with his cum.. and when you come to him holding the panties he made a mess on-whining at him he laughs and asks if you want him to finish on your face instead ><

"what? is baby jealous of her panties? c'mere i'll make sure you get some too," and then he fucks your face nicely and when he's gonna cum he pulls out and rubs his tip against your cheeks and lips, covering your cute face in his cum <3

new anon !! ^^

he’d absolutely love to see you looking up at him all dazed, letting him do whatever he wants to you, cause you’re his good fucking doll, letting him use your thighs whenever he’s stressed, letting him eat you out so messily you squirt all over and make him smirk with how beautifully your body reacts to him, he’d eat you out for hours and hours, doesn’t matter if you’re overstimulated, he’s gotta have your cunt all to himself, almost as if your cunt is a drug and he’s addicted to it <3

[kitten4sannie]

what do you think about the idea of san having a noona/mommy kink? hehe <3

oh my godddd that baby boy would absolutely have a mommy kink grrrrrrrrr got my mind spinningggg…..

like he’d just be balls-deep in you, whimpering and crying out each time his pulsing cock rubbed against your tight walls, his heavy body pressed against yours, his wet hair tickling your face. He’d look at you so intensely, just a few inches away from your face, and purr, “Mommy, is it good for you? Am I fucking you just how Mommy likes?”

You wouldn’t even be able to think, let alone speak from the way he had you folded up in such a way that you were only able to take his cock each time he fucked it into you, the lewd shlick sounds of your now cum-filled hole filling up the room along with your joined high-pitched whines.

San would be an absolute mess, dripping sweat and drool onto you, his pretty flushed lips parted so that he could moan out, “Unnnh…aaaaah…Do you like the way I’m filling you up like this? It’s so much, fuck, I’m gonna turn you into a real mommy, huh?”

San would press kiss after kiss onto your lips and neck, slowly pulling out, only to push himself back in, inch by inch, making sure he was plugging your cunt back up with his hot load. He’d look at you with hearts in his hooded eyes, a lustful smirk gracing his lips. “Do you want that? Should I fill you up with more cum, Mommy, to make you mine forever? ♡”

[brosif40]

mr puzzles in b1 or e3 :3

whichever one you want to put him in more

how bout both >:3

[jellicatty]

Screaming and shaking of the thought of Bodyguard! Toji !!!!! Like just him being mean but also super protective and always, no needing to be by ur side 24/7 :3 Him and reader can get superrrrr close too and she'll let him hit it..ugh i stay awake thinking of bodyguard toji , def w/ more shy reader :3!

╰┈➤ note : AAAAA ANONNIE I LOVE THIS IDEA!! IM SO SORRY FOR ONLY REPLYING TO YOU NOW HUHU

yes yes we all love bodyguard!Toji because he's definitely be the type to be really subtle with protecting you iykwim. Like, he'll let you do your daily routine without being in your way yet his eyes are laser focused on your form surroundings. But, as time went on, he's not content with being your watchdog from afar. He needs to be close as ever to you. Super close that he even tried going inside the same dressing room as you.

"Does this look good on me, Toji?" You asked him timidly. He wasn't just a bodyguard now, he was basically your shadow, always lurking behind you, ready to swallow anyone who dares to even breathe within your reach.

"You look perfect, doll." That stupid pet name will be the death of you someday. And bodyguard!Toji knows that, making sure to use it to tease you.

Although bodyguard!Toji's strength is unrivaled, it takes little to have him at your mercy. Likeee when you guys were at the beach. bodyguard!Toji was wondering why the hell it was taking you so long to dress up. It's only a swimsuit! But, oh was he sooo wrong! Because when he opened the door, it wasn't you in a rush guard like you planned. No, it was you in a skimpy swimsuit, ass on full display, while your straps looked like it was about to give up any second.

"Nuh uh, you're not going out like that." And don't even try to give him buts because he is NOT hearing any of it. He's pissed, and horny. Your choice of clothing is sure to cause some problems, and you gave him two; a handful of looks to shield you from, and his rock hard dick. He's not letting you leave without your help in solving his problems though.

[hansolsticio]

solieeeeee

tava pensando em um wonu namorando pela primeira vez, bem virjao mas com um tesao de 50 anittas 🤤

você quer é me matar isso sim... para início de conversa, apreciem a skin de nerd gostoso do wonu:

n/a: não tenho o que dizer, me estresso muito com o quão bonito esse homem é.

estou com clima para headcanons, então:

— Num cenário como esse, queria começar dizendo que esse homem é lindo demais para ser 0km, então por mais que seja o primeiro relacionamento dele, ele com certeza já deu umas bitoquinhas aqui e ali.

— No entanto, quando se trata de coisas mais apimentadas ele é totalmente inexperiente. As únicas "experiências" sendo as conversas proibidas em mais de vinte países que ele tem com alguns amigos e os vídeos super educativos que ele casualmente vê durante a madrugada.

— Além disso, considerando as circunstâncias que você sugeriu, eu vejo MUITO esse homem como pau mandado da namoradinha.

— E cara, você é basicamente a primeira na vida dele (com toda a carga de sentimentos e etc). Consequentemente, tudo com você é muito especial, é mais íntimo, mais gostoso.

— Um ponto muito forte que eu queria levantar é que o Nonu provavelmente não vai ter a mínima noção do quão gostoso ele é (your honor, he's a NERD). Então, no início, NÃO espere iniciativa deste homem — pelo menos não diretamente. É o clássico "vou te encarar até você perceber que eu te quero".

— Ele não costuma iniciar por ainda ter certa timidez. Mas, meu amor, ele aproveita cada abertura que você dá 'pra tirar uma casquinha de ti (você mesma disse, tesão de 50 anittas).

— Ele é... homem. Sendo assim, tem pensamentos sujos a todo momento. Parte da mente dele vai estar em pane por se achar um pervertido ridículo, mas ele não consegue evitar.

— Seca cada curva do seu corpo. O jeito que sua sainha sobe sempre que você senta. A sua mãozinha se apoiando na coxa dele "sem querer". Qualquer mísero decote que exista nas suas pe��as de roupa. A vozinha manhosa que você usa sempre que quer pedir alguma coisa... tudo é motivo pra ereção.

— Beijos com ele seriam uma experiência interessante. Acredito que ele fica tão molinho que se deixa levar muito fácil. Ele entra numa espécie de transe, mas não tem pressa alguma. Ainda está aprendendo a fazer do jeitinho que você gosta, então é super dedicado. Suga sua boquinha com gosto, perde um tiquinho do controle e te morde inteirinha, a língua não para quieta na boca. O corpo dele esquenta tanto que ele até suspira.

— O lado racional desse homem não persiste por muito tempo. Então ele se perde nos beijinhos no seu pescoço, descendo até o seu colo... e se você atiçar tudo fica muito pior. Um puxãozinho de cabelo de nada e esse homem se sente pulsar. É fraco 'pra qualquer coisa, por isso mal te deixa chegar perto do pescoço dele porque sabe que vai acabar gemendo.

— Inclusive ele se recusa veementemente a te beijar na frente de qualquer pessoa (ou em locais muito públicos). Tenho CERTEZA que ele fica excitado com uma facilidade extrema.

— Beijou ele por mais tempo que o aceitável? Ele tá duro. Até tenta esconder jogando a primeira coisa que vê pela frente no colo dele. Mas o rostinho vermelho e a expressão de quem tá puto de tesão denunciam.

— Sentou no colo dele? Tesão de novo. Ainda é complicado conceber a ideia de que você tem total liberdade 'pra ficar agarradinha com ele, toda manhosinha pedindo carinho.

— Pediu por qualquer coisa com uma carinha adorável e a vozinha cheia de dengo? Ele se sente um doente por só conseguir pensar em enfiar os dedos na sua bucetinha só pra te manter dengosinha desse jeito.

— Tá de mau humor e brigando com ele por besteira? Ele tem certeza que se te chupasse gostosinho você ficaria mansinha na hora.

— Tá toda chorosa com o corpo todo dolorido e sensível por conta da menstruação? Ele é super solícito com remedinhos, comida e carinho. Mas pensa que poderia ajudar muito mais com a sensibilidade se você deixasse ele mamar seus peitinhos.

— E pensa comigo em você toda arrumadinha pronta 'pra sair com o seu Nonu, mas vocês não podem. Por que? Porque você teve a brilhante ideia de beijar o seu namoradinho e agora precisa esperar o volume nas pernas dele desaparecer simplesmente porque ele não aguentou te ver tão gostosa.

— E não. Você não deve se deixar levar pelos pensamentos sujos do Nonu. No segundo que você for mais direta e finalmente dar sinal verde pra ele fazer o que quiser contigo esse homem vai TREMER na base.

[gardenwons]

bondage with mean dom jungwon pls? 🙏🏼 (btw i loved your doppelganger jw fic so so much it's become one of my favorites 🤍)

ty for liking it <3

His cheeks flushed a soft pink as he revealed the delicate rope, its color a playful contrast to the intensity in his eyes. “Just trust me” he murmured, a shy smile breaking through his usual confidence. But the moment he began to tie you up, the atmosphere shifted. Each knot pressed against your skin, a teasing reminder of his control, eliciting a shiver down your spine. The gentle caress quickly transitioned into a firm grip as he secured you in place, a smirk dancing on his lips. “You didn’t think I’d go easy on you, did you?” his voice dripped with a mix of mischief and dominance.

As the final knot tightened, a rush of exhilaration coursed through you. Jungwon stepped back, surveying his work with a satisfied gleam in his eyes. “Look at you, my pretty girl” he taunted, voice low and dripping with mischief. “all tied up and at my mercy. How cute.” His fingers traced along the ropes, sending electric shivers across your skin, each touch a mix of pleasure and slight pain.

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. “you thought you could handle this, huh? I’m just getting started” with each word, his tone shifted, becoming more commanding, more demanding. “let’s see how long you can hold out before begging for release. I bet you’ll find it hard to keep quiet”

As he stepped back, the glimmer of mischief in his eyes revealed a dangerous blend of shyness and raw power. His lips curled as he licked them, eyeing you down with an intensity that sent shivers through you, already plotting how he would play with you for the rest of the night.

[goldenhypen]

hi there can you recommend me some enha writers please.

hiii OMG YES OFC i love this questionnn

(listed in alphabetical order, also disclaimer, there are sooo many enha writers i wish i could include and still wanna get to know better. this is just who i can think of on the top of my head atm):

@atrirose - seiu is such a legend and everybody loves her works. owns some of the most iconic enha work to exist on this sight 😌🤭

@boyfhee - cae is suchhh a talented writer omg so if you want well written work and good plot or just fun works to read, this is one of the ways i recommend going 😌 she’s also a super fun and funny person so 12/10 recommend 👍🏻

@delcakoo - i literally strive to be ema omg her works are so fun and creative and so well put tgt. i’ve enjoyed reading every single one 😭 missing new works from her (she’s on hiatus rn if you didn’t already know) but i hope she’s happy rn and is doing well <3

@heeracha - (rey imy 🫶🏻) there’s a reason why heeracha is so popular (even tho she’s ghosting 90% of the time 🙄 /j) it’s cuz rey’s works are so genius and so entertaining and creative and cute yet heart wrenching and the slowburn in a lot of her works just has you hooked in a way that is not easy for writers to do but she does so effortlessly 😔

@isoobie - if you want a go to for cute works i def recommend ri <3 also her aesthetic is always on point so 😌 she’s also super friendly and nice. def someone i recommend <3

@jaeyunverse - pls sage has some of the best works on here no joke. her plots are so genius and her works are so entertaining to read and so well written. go check her out fs <3

@jayflrt - one of the first enha writer’s i read for even before starting this blog,,, so you can kinda say it’s thanks to alice that goldenhypen even exists sjsnd and i think that alone says enough 😌

@sungbeam - beam currently isn’t writing for enha (← beam, correct me if i’m wrong djdjdj) but she has a bunch of enha works for you to check out. and i highly encourage you to bc her writing style is honestly one of my favourites i’ve ever found. she’s sooo talented and so hard working 🫶🏻

@tyunni - also such a legend. one of my fav ppl <3 and i’m not just recommending may cuz i’m being biased. no she’s sooo talented with some of the most fun and entertaining works on this site <3 all of her works are a must-read tbh sorry i don’t make the rules 🤷🏻‍♀️

and some bonus honourable mentions <3:

@byhees - sooo many cute and fun reads here. every time i read smth from violet i always leave kicking my feet and giggling to myself :’>

@heeliopheelia - ahh carly’s works are so well written and put tgt, enjoyable and (most of the time) fun to read (if not fun then heart breaking,, but in the best ways possible omg) def a writer you need to check out if you haven’t already <3

hope this helps anonnie and to anyone who wants to find some new writers to read from/support! ^_^ <3

[shalomniscient]

@ the anon who sent in the fuckgirl feixiao ask, tumblr died on me and sent your ask into the void while i was working on it 💀💀💀 so i’m rewriting it as a regular post shdhskksks my apologies 😔😔😔 this has some abo themes and very generous usage of the ‘love at first sight’ trope. also do mind the tags !!!

cw. allusions to/mentions of slavery

feixiao likes to call herself the lacking general, for she lacks in rivals, regrets and worries. yet for all she enjoys this title, there are instances where it certainly does not apply. for example, she does not lack in loyalty, in strength and in courage. but perhaps most importantly, is thatshe very much does not lack in women.

the merlin’s claw has somewhat of a reputation for being a rather… notorious tomcat. it is not uncommon to find the general at one of the few turquoise pavillions dotted across the yaoqing. of course, these establishments are vetted and regulated by the responsible commissions, and any services provided within the walls of the compound are entirely legal. after all, it would certainly be quite the scandal if the general frequented a place outside the law for any other reason than to bring down its judgement. in any case, many of these establishments eagerly await the foxian’s arrival upon every victorious battle, which is when she arrives with her entourage of soldiers in tow, high off a win against the abundance devils. drink and pleasure and debauchery flow freely on these nights like lifeblood.

and in the middle of it all sits feixiao, the great general and the star of the show. she’s surrounded by courtesans eager for her attention, who giggle and coo and bat their lashes at each word she says. they’re pretty—naturally—and perhaps a little too well into their cups. the bolder ones reach out to touch her arms, bare of her coat, tracing their fingers over the muscles of her biceps. they breathe sultry promises into her ears, coy and inviting, but feixiao hardly hears a word, because she’s far too preoccupied looking at you.

you’re entertaining a group of her men, refilling their tankards and smiling politely as they babble drunkenly. she drinks in the sight of your profile from afar like you’re the only drink she’ll indulge in tonight, from the line of your jaw to the swell of your lips and the bare, exposed skin of your nape. her gaze lingers on your hands, definitely smaller than hers, and she wonders what it’d be like to lace them with her own. what it’d be like to feel them card through her hair, scratch the base of her ears, and cradle the curve of her cheek. something bone-deep aches in her, and she’s standing up and moving before her brain even catches up to her body. the whines of the courtesans she’s left behind don’t even register as she walks up to you, an unfamiliar but not unwelcome flutter in her chest.

(feixiao will later learn that what she feels is want. she doesn’t recognise it at first, because the first thing all slaves learn is that your wants are unimportant. but she is free now, has been for years, and this wanting in her chest is here to stay—and all it wants is you.)

so when you lift your head look at her, meeting her teal eyes, she’s completely and utterly gone.

feixiao has never believed in true mates. the childhood she had—if it could even be called such—could certainly kill any notion of fate or romance in a person. nothing could ever undo those scars, but something in her soothes at the sight of you and the scent of you that fills her nose, light and sweet like mint and honey. it settles on her tongue, and she swallows like she wants to drown in it. to feel it fill her lungs until it permeates into her blood. she runs her tongue under the pointed tips of her fangs, aching with want, before offering as charming a smile as she can muster and asking for your name.

you give it to her, and the rest, as they say, is history.

[chaichaiiskai]

NO PICKLE X MALE READER??? I GOT YOU.

pickle x prehistoric! shot male reader who's like his most precious s/o and overprotective during the prehistoric times and then now in the future. it can be fluff with a bit of angst.

almost the same height as baki or something.

notes: okay okay okay, I'm so sorry I'm late on this but I now have the brain capacity to write somethin' worth readin'...

yandere-ish! possessive! pickle x prehistoric! male! reader

warnings: violence, blood, body horror (not to reader), pickle is a lil' yandere ngl—, possessive and protective behavior, angst, kidnapoing, mention of smut but no explicit descriptions, male reader, amab reader, mxm, mlm, homophobes dni, mdni, 3.7k+ words (I went a lil' ham ngl)

Unexpectedly, the Jurassic research team had never expected to have a primitive man at their fingers, suspended in time and saline— not just one, but two. However, strangely enough, they both looked distinctively different, one was much taller and muscular than the other, causing the researchers to question the periods in time in which both had existed. That was quickly disproven despite this, seeing how the two of the men were encased in the very same saline rock, back to back as if they'd been frozen in time in the middle of protecting each other from an outside threat. On the outside looking in, it was quite poetic in a way, a clear display of humanity in its ideal form, hardened in resin. It was almost a shame that they would be carefully melting away the rock to get a better view of the two men encased in the saline.

The biggest theory amongst the researchers was that the two men could potentially be siblings, the taller one being the oldest brother while the younger was the shorter one; even if they didn't explicitly look alike. There was also the theory about them being father and son, there was no definitive answer— yet.

And so, with as much excitement as most scientists who were ready to discover something new, the thawing process had begun on the saline rock that held two great mysteries.

It took a bit of time for the researchers to thaw the rock with pure caution, wanting to keep the two beings intact as much as possible and so, they'd decided to thaw one side at a time— starting with the smaller man first. About two days later, they had managed to thaw him out completely and get him onto a gurney that surprisingly creaked and squeaked under his weight. They hooked the man up to monitors and machines, eager to see what exactly was going on with him, and to their shock— there was a faint heartbeat which required more close surveillance from them. The man looked almost as if he was stuck in a peaceful sleep, seemingly unable to wake up.

Half of the research team found themselves debating on whether or not they would apply modern technology to this man, wanting to reanimate him while the other focused on melting away the rest of the saline and getting a better look at the beast of a man while keeping the smaller man under surveillance.

And to their astonishment (and horror) the beast woke as they had managed to melt the saline away, stopping about halfway past his torso. One could only imagine the look of terror on the faces of the small, everyone was small compared to this creature, scientists as they stared up at him. He simply stared back, unmoving, but blinking, glancing around briefly at his confusing new surroundings that looked nothing like what he knew when he was younger.

Project Pickle was a success, but could the same be said about Project Cucumber?

Despite the looming and watchful eyes of the eight foot tall man who watched each and every one of them as they worked, the scientist continued to melt away the saline while Pickle remained still. Based on instinct alone, he did not sense any imminent danger, therefore, he saw none of the people in the room as immediate threats.

That did not last long, when he was completely free, he began to look around more, almost as if he was looking for something specific, tendrils of dark locks swinging as he looked rather perplexed. Then, he briefly sniffed the air, pupils dilating as his gaze zeroed in on the high security door that kept him tucked away in a metal box he didn't care to think about. And he began to walk towards the door, unknowing of what he was doing exactly, and stared at it, sniffing the air once again.

Surprisingly, the military personnel that worked as security on the premises didn't even bother to move, not even when the beast of a man snatched the door clean off it's securely bolted in to get a peek inside. He then crouched under the doorway to walk through it, almost like he was walking into a cave and made his way towards the gurney that held Cucumber's sleeping form. The scientist in the room all audibly gasped, shuddering in fear as he took some steps forward, standing at the foot of the gurney that still held your body.

The silence in the facility was deafening, even a single needle would be heard if it were to hit the cold tile floor.

And that's when Pickle moved, grabbing a hold of your calf to give it a squeeze that would have surely shattered the bones of a modern hero. Coincidentally, it had only caused your eyes to shoot open, a sound of anger coming from your mouth that was accustomed to a growl as you sat up, grabbing at the hand of the being who'd rudely woken you from your sleep. Only then when you were awake did Pickle loosen his grip and your eyes met for the first time in over hundreds of millions of years. The moment was wholesome to the two of you, but somewhat eerie to those looking on the outside in.

From then on, Pickle and Cucumber were given their own special area where they spent all their time together. There was one thing that was quite noticeable about the pair, Pickle did not like it when people got too close to Cucumber, often growling and baring his teeth at anyone who came too close. On the other hand, he would let the scientist get close to him so long as they kept their distance from you. Their interactions were simple enough, no words were exchanged but there was the occasional grunt and groan as they seemed to speak to each other in their own silent way. The original theories of the scientist believing that you were siblings was proving stronger and stronger with each day.

That— however, would soon change upon witnessing an... interaction between the two of you.

One late evening, the scientists were simply busying themselves with their research, not even paying much attention to the two men in their makeshift habitat. That was until the sound of growling, hissing, and other wild, animalistic noises coming from one of the monitors that was watching over the Projects. Curiously, the several scientists turned to look at the screen, mostly with mystified looks on their faces.

It looked like Pickle and Cucumber were battling, roughhousing in the dirt of the carefully constructed enclosure, biting and scratching at one another. Almost immediately, the scientists were ready to jump into action to find some way to subdue the two of them before something horrible happened and ruined their research, but nothing could have prepared them for what came next.

The winner of the wrestling match was Pickle, and he was eager to claim his prize. The scene that played out on the monitor was enough to make every single personnel who was watching blush like roses in a garden.

Welp, there goes their family theory... The last thing they had ever expected was that these two primitive men would be engaging in a romantic partnership, yet here they were— the sounds the two of them were making was proof. And surely, they should have all looked away, but they couldn't seem to look away, only doing so when the two men had both tired each other and decided to fall asleep, cuddling together as if they hadn't just violated each other in the most criminal and animalistic way. The two of them looked almost innocent in a way, Pickle easily dwarfed Cucumber in the spooning embrace but at least the two of them seemed comfortable.

From then on, the researchers that watched you both seemed to look at your interactions under a new light, noticing the romantic undertones with everything the two of you did together.

Pickle had a refusal to eat things that he did not actively hunt and seeing how there were no animals in the enclosure, he did not eat. And fortunately, considering the differences in biology, the primitive man was able to withstand being without food for a much longer period of time than what modern day people could do now.

A few weeks after being thawed from your saline sanctuaries, and constantly being observed by the weirdly skinny people with their weird furs, you were beginning to become more and more curious yourself. So much so that while Pickle was sleeping and one of the massive walls moved, your eyes immediately flew towards it and watched as one of the skinny people came into the room cautious and careful, holding something in their hands that seemed to be carrying other things. In interest, you stared at them, watching their every move, staying completely alert as they set the thing with things down and scurried away behind the moving wall.

Pickle was still slumbering deeply as you stared at the new thing in your enclosure before slowly approaching, sniffing around so that you could safely close the distance. As you got closer, familiar scents filled your nose and a sound of approval, similar to the sound of a chirp, was heard before you picked up a familiar fruit, peeling it off its skin and beginning to happily indulge in the fruity flavor. You sat beside the thing of things, the bowl of fruit, and happily ate the delicious treat, crossing your legs in a comfortable manner.

The eyes of your lover soon fluttered and he felt around on the ground, using his touch to try and find you, and when he is unable to, an angry growl is the only sound he makes before getting onto all fours, glancing around like a predator on a hunt. That was until he felt your presence and smelled you again, along with some strangely familiar scents and so he crawled in the direction of whether the scent was strongest.

If there was one thing to give credit on, it was the enclosure that the scientist has carefully constructed for the two of you looked like a forest, filled with trees and dirt and patches of grass, but there was an area where you often would relax— a clearing where the trees were a bit more sparse and the dirt was more abundant. That was also where Pickle and Cucumber were able to see the wall move and keep a close eye on the scientists and researchers who entered the enclosure.

The man crawled his way towards where he could smell where your scent was strongest and soon stumbled upon you hunched over, back facing him, and shoving things in your mouth, stuffing your cheeks with your newfound feast. Be that as it may, upon sensing Pickle's presence, you paused and in your squatting position, you shuffled your feet around, pivoting so that you could face Pickle. Soon enough, you flashed him a grin, mouth drenched in sweet juices as you beckoned him over with a hand.

He trusted you completely, but the same couldn't be said about what you were consuming, his eyes peeking between you and the fruit as he slowly crawled towards you. As soon as Pickle was within reach, you were quick to pluck one of the grapes from its stem and shove into his mouth, almost as if you were nonverbally saying 'try this!'

Caught off guard by the strange thing shoved in his mouth, he nearly spit it out but you quickly gave him a pleading look, puppy eyes causing his shoulders to slump, holding the grape in his mouth rather awkwardly. Huffing in frustration at him, you pointed a clawed nail towards your mouth and pretended to chew before pointing at Pickle, a look of concentration on your face as you nodded at him, hoping he'd get the message— he did.

At first, you couldn't tell how he'd felt about the grapes based on his facial expressions alone but that soon changed when his eyes widened, and then an approving sound followed.

"Hm!"

You couldn't agree more, grinning as you plucked a few more grapes, making a sound similar to a laugh when Pickle basically unhinged his jaw as you threw grapes in his mouth, one by one like a childish game.

This was another thing that the researchers had noticed, the two of you were easily amused by the simplest things, acting rather childishly despite both being full-grown adults. It was almost endearing in a way, watching the two of you, mostly you, feed each other fruits, enjoying yourselves with no active threats of danger in your lives. It was almost something to be jealous of... And that was when the researchers' curiosity seemed to spark, and perhaps an experiment would lead to some interesting results, as dangerous as they may be, but it would take an intricate amount of planning for every possible outcome.

Weeks pass.

At the exact same time every day, more bowls of fruit are brought for the two of you, the amount of fruit only seeming to double in sizes each and every time. The two of you actively seem to enjoy the fruit, the grapes being an especially popular fruit between the two of you. You were often feeding Pickle and yourself the fruit, happily enjoying them each and every time.

And just as usual, one of the skinny people brought in more bowls of fruit, with even more fruit than you could ever imagine. And naturally, you both dug right in, enjoying the sweet flavors wholeheartedly. That was until the world began to spin around you and Pickle, your vision growing spotty and blurred. Before either you or Pickle can register, your body's hit the ground and the last thing you see is Pickle attempting to crawl over you, wishing to protectively drape himself over your body but you lose consciousness before seeing if he's made it.

Much to the surprise of the researchers, the tranquilizers they'd injected into the fruit had finally worked! And now they could perform their experiment in peace— a great number of security personnel piled into the enclosure and grabbed a hold of your body, carrying you out of the enclosure and shutting the door behind themselves, carrying you to somewhere else within the facility.

The door was then properly amped up with the greatest technology the facility could offer, mostly looking to measure the strength of Pickle and his partnership with you.

When the next day came, Pickle awoke, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the enclosure he was entrapped in. He slowly sat up once his senses were back at their full use, though his body was still a bit drowsy and tiredly glanced around. Naturally, he was wondering where you were, causing him to click his teeth together in a particular way, calling out for you in his own special call.

And when he got no response, usually an excitable chirp, he got on all fours and began to crawl around the enclosure, sniffing and looking for where you could be hiding. Having been in the enclosure for so long, your scent was still lingering and he knew that you liked to play games— hiding from him, but with each passing second of him calling you and climbing up a few trees to find your usual hiding places, his panic was becoming more and more apparent. And before anyone could register the true terror of Pickle, the man stood on his two feet and roared at the fake sky, the power from it was enough to shake the entire enclosure.

The pure, unfiltered rage could be felt even through the security cameras currently being observed.

Perhaps this was a mistake.

Another growl followed before Pickle could be seen barreling towards the moving wall // enforced door with great speed and animosity, almost as if he knew that they were withholding his beloved from him. A line of personnel were on the other side of the door, prepared for what was to come next, and when he came in contact with the door, slamming his head into the metal, a noticeable dent from the outside was created but the door did not immediately give out. Another roar of anger came from him as reared back and began to repeatedly pound his fists into the door, dent after dent being put into the door that would not budge like the one he'd destroyed after waking up.

On the other side of the facility, you weren't doing any better, having woken up about an hour after Pickle, you were surprised to see the new enclosure, confused on where you were and most importantly— where Pickle was. Nothing smelt or felt familiar and you couldn't sense him. And unlike Pickle, you didn't immediately react with rage, instead, you reacted in a rather panicked way, climbing up the nearest tree for a better vantage point. When you saw no sight of Pickle, the anxiety began to set in, not even considering the possibility that he was still somewhat close by and that you'd been forcibly separated from him by the researchers who were still observing you both with keen eyes, notebooks and pens in hand.

They keep you separated for days, watching as Pickle's rage only grows and your anxiety seems to be eating away at you, almost deteriorating you at a rapid pace. Watching your differing reactions was proving to be even more interesting than they'd originally hypothesized. And while doing this experiment, the scientist had not revealed themselves to either primitive men, but about four days after the experiment started, one of the researchers had offered that they go back to sending in the bowls of fruit to see how they'd react.

Naturally, they chose to give you the fruit first.

And when the wall opened, your gaze immediately snapped up and you moved faster than they'd anticipated, hurriedly approaching the person with the bowl of fruit on all fours. The scientist is horrified at first, watching as you stare at him with pleading, puppy-like eyes. And then, you open your mouth before closing it, almost as if you were trying to say something but were hesitating.

Every scientist was on the edge of their seats, not expecting your reaction in the slightest.

Your mouth opens and closes a few more times before you finally speak, though the words are a bit broken, syllables are a bit hard to comprehend for you at the moment.

"Hmm...hm...hi—him." You move your hands above your head and begin to mess with the air, almost as if you were playing with long hair, obviously talking about Pickle.

"Wh...wha...wha...here..? Whe—whe...where?"

You did not get the reaction you wanted, watching as the scientist dropped the bowl of fruit and ran away, the wall shutting quickly behind him. As soon as the door fully closed, you lunged at it and slammed your fists onto it, broken words soon following as you pleaded, eyes beginning to water.

"Plee...plea— plea..? Please?!"

The sight of you whimpering and pounding your fists on the door is nearly enough to make the scientists sympathetic, watching as you crumble in on yourself, clearly suffering from some kind of abandonment issue. So much so that you were willing to speak their language to try and communicate. They wondered if you could learn more words and perhaps even sentences in the future. Perhaps they should have separated the two of you since the very beginning.

On the fifth day, Pickle had stopped pounding on the door, the amount of dents he'd left in the door was a concerning amount and the personnel had even grown fearful that he'd end up breaking through it soon, but they were fortunate that it seemed he'd given up. And instead, he simply sat down in front of the door, crossing his legs and his arms over his chest, waiting for the wall to open, almost as if he was expecting it.

It never opened.

Not that day.

Not the next day.

And not the next day.

The doors would open often for you, the scientists would bring you fruit and strange things while they spoke to you, trying to get you to talk to them again but your eyes were always wandering behind them, looking for Pickle in hopes of seeing him again. You do not remember the last time you'd been with him for such a long period of time, your anxiety seemed to build with each day.

"If you can just say one word— we'll bring you back to your mate, okay?"

The scientist said, waving their hands around as if that was going to help you understand what they were getting at. You simply furrowed your brows at them, trying to understand the weird noises they were saying to you. The language barrier was obvious.

As one would expect, the scientists were frustrated by the progress, trying to express to you their desires and what they wanted. They were getting nowhere.

Pickle had remained seated like a statue in front of the door, unmoving and waiting for the perfect moment to strike. He had to find you, and he wasn't going to let this strange thing stop him from doing so.

Though he may not be the smartest, he knew that his fists had worn down this strange stone wall and just a few more shoves would soon bend to his will. And so, suddenly, he stood up and got into a fighting position, bringing his fist back before shooting it forward at the speed of a bullet that breaks the sound barrier with a clap and the door goes flying, crushing the line of personnel on the other side against the nearest wall, turning them into mush.

He steps out, a blank, uninterested stare on his face. An alarm soon goes off at this, seeing how he'd just brutally murdered some of security, but that didn't stop Pickle from continuing to walk, eager to find where you are, wanting nothing more than to have you back safe in his arms. And if that means crushing the skulls of small people, he wouldn't mind, so long as he got back to you.

[monamipencil]

svt reactions to you tripping publicly and embarrassing yourself? :3 i feel like it'd be really funny, can already imagine woozi pretending like he doesn't know you and speed walking away😭

lmfao- thanks for this lol,

seungcheol — this guy is so protective that he'll fight floors for you. so if he's beside you, he'll catch you before you fall. and in case you do fall, immediately helps you and hugs you to ease the embarrassment. but would laugh later lol.

jeonghan — he laughs and is worried for you at the same time. he just goes "aigo aigo aigo," all while laughing. he helps you up, and checks for any wounds before he starts laughing but if someone judges you, he'd shoot daggers with his eyes.

joshua — such a gentleman. helps you up, sits you down somewhere and checks if you are hurt. he does not care about other especially if you seem hurt. but if you are not hurt, he'll laugh, shaking his head. would definitely bring this up in future.

jun — initially shocked. then, you are not escaping his teasing. forever. even says about it to your future children. you'd start laughing along with him, so it isn't that embarrassing anymore. helps you up while laughing his ass. you both can't look at each other without bursting into laughter. asks if you are hurt, 2 hours later.

soonyoung — so worried. instantly lifts you up and checks if you're hurt. he stifles any laughter cause he doesn't wanna embarrass you further lol. just comforts you over some food or drink. but if you laugh, he would too. he also would fall to make you feel better 😭😭

wonwoo — so confused. one moment you were walking with him, the other you're on the floor. like now, what are you doing on the floor? helps you up with a small smile. tries to go on after knowing you're not hurt, but you're too embarrassed. he lets you hide your face into his arm and kisses your forehead, telling you that it's fine.

jihoon — lmfao, you're so right anon. he gets embarrassed for you and probably considers walking away. but well, you're the love of his life and he doesn't frankly care about others. helps you up with a big smile and then comforts you. he acts like he's disowning you, just to tease you lol.

minghao — gets worried when you trip and fall. is by your side, instantly, helping you up. then he checks what you tripped on. nothing. you tripped on air. gives you judgy eyes before snorting a little. he doesn't care about others, and he's just worried about you endangering yourself. then he hugs you after a scolding sesh <3

mingyu — he's probably the one that tripped you by accident. intentionally trips too, falling by your side. so that you're not embarrassed. loves you too much to not share your pain or embarrassment. you start laughing and he does too. and everyone thinks you both are crazy. but hey who cares? you're both in love. and that's what matters.

seokmin — poor baby is so alarmed. drops everything to help you up and makes sure you're not hurt. hugs you and laughs after knowing you tripped on nothing. also one to pretend to fall to ease your shame. you cannot convince me that he won't bring out his musical actor side. helps you up in his arthur façade. "are you hurt, my queen?"

seungkwan — laughs before anything else. brings out his nagging mother side after. helps you up while scolding and lightly hits your head. laughs and coos if you hide yourself in his embrace cause he adores you. but turns this into blackmail material if you ever say smthn against him lol. "oh yea? remember the time you tripped on air?"

vernon — doesn't even notice that you tripped and fell. too busy in his own world and probably walks away, unintentionally which makes everything more embarrassing 😭😭 but when he notices you, he's like "why are you on the floor?" he just helps you up, not even noticing those people staring. would not know till you said that you fell.

chan — could give less fucks about others. another one to drop everything and help you. even suggests piggy-backing you if you're hurt. kisses your knees or wherever it hurts and rubs the spot. lovingly nags you and laughs a little, noticing your embarrassment. reassures you that it's fine.

[jaylaxies]

imagine wonie fucking you missionary and all you can think abt is his attractive back muscles flexing with each movement or or he is sitting up and you are on top riding him you get the perfect view of his broad ass shoulders and the way your hands feel small when you rest them on his shoulders. like fjfbrhhdhr like his whole collarbone area looking fucking delicious

im a wonie broad shoulders enthusiast hehe

holding on to his broad shoulders for your dear life as he fucks his frustrations out, using your cunt as his outlet. he’s also the kind to stop fucking you just to spit on your already leaking folds before he pushes his cock inside your pussy again. his back muscles would flex each time he’d pick you up to manhandle and switch up the positions, simply because he wants to see which position will help him reach the deepest spots in you, your nails dragging along his back as you close your eyes, crying out with pleasure before opening them again, watching his muscles flex in the mirror, the sight making you reach your high quicker than ever.

[chaisshitposts]

AaaaaAJAJADHDJSKK

I enter the void finally after two years😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺.

I can't tell you how happy I am. I just wrote 6 void affirmations like I enter void instantly, i always wake up in the void and so on then name the note as as I am a void master and I just did psych k using gamma waves for two times a day for 10 mins affirming I am a void master. I promised myself I will not waver this time and I just robotic affirm when I get time. While sleeping I recorded it in my voice and used it.

So on fourth day I finally woke up in the void which is today. I can't tell you how happy I am 😭😭😭.

I manifested-

Dream body

All my old grades to A+

Dream skin like literally flawless and beautiful

Dream house

The job which I want from a long time.

Healthy and happy family

And much more.

I freaking love you chai😘😘😘😘😘😘😘

Thank you.. Now gotta delete tumblr and gonna enjoy my lyf. 😭😭😭😭😭

words cannot describe the amount of joy I feel after reading this, I cannot even say anything that would even make sense.

bye anon, thank you for not givin' up on yourself and I hope you have the most amazing time living in creative mode.

[brosif40]

Mr. Puzzles for A3 if you’re still doing them!

old dream failed, becomes maid /j

[jellicatty]

soft dom toji bfnebndeneb yeah rough sex is cool but what abt getting praise and kind gestures form such a dangerous, fucking crazy bitch man… if u receive he would just finger u, not his cock bc he would lose control, so he uses his mouth and fingers or lets u ride his thigh until u cum, babying u the whole process bdisbdks if he receives dayum he would caress ur hair as u suck on him, telling u how good u are, his perfect baby

AAAAAA I agree with everything you said my cutie nonnie !! and the way u explained it ?! MY IMAGINATION IS RUNNING WILLLDDDD TT

Gonna match your freak here:

Soft Dom!Toji who, when he comes home, would signal you to come sit on his lap. He'd stroke your hair, ask you about your day, ramble on and on about his shitty work. And he'd do these things while putting his hand on your cunt, gently touching it and watching you squirm and whine about his fingers. THEN THEN THEEEEN he'd just kiss you and laugh then proceed to poundtown. He won't be the usual "I'm going to fuck you!" he'd be the "I'm going to make love with you" Toji. The whole time you guys are doing it, he'd just cover your face with kisses, especially the areas where you feel so insecure of.

I feel like he'd likely be this way since he knows his strength and tries his very best not to hurt you (might be also since he's tired from work) buuuuuuttt if you do act out of the line, he won't hesitate to knock that attitude off ♡

[hansolsticio]

penso muito no jeitinho do wonwoo todo tímido, todo 🤏🏻🐰🤓🥰 mas essa carinha dele n me engana! pq na minha cabeça esse homem deve ser o cão na cama. come com força, ama uma dirty talk e tapas

muito se fala do shua carinha de santo, mas vocês esquecem de tentar combater o maior demônio do seventeen que é o wonwoo

n/a: basicamente você e o wonu tendo uma conversa super saudável sobre isso (eu li as palavras 'dirty talk' e simplesmente perdi a mão)

"Vocês dois têm jeito de casal virgem."

Wonwoo remoía a frase pela enésima vez desde que vocês chegaram em casa. O engraçado é que ele fazia isso como se o assunto fosse realmente digno de reflexão, como se fosse importante.

"... jeito de casal virgem." e tem como ter jeito de virgem? Seja lá o que isso for — Soonyoung só podia estar inventando moda, nunca havia ouvido algo assim.

O controle da TV parecia fazer parte da contemplação, pois descansava na mão dele. O monitor apagado deixando claro que ele havia esquecido de ligar a televisão — era até melhor assim, quem diabos decide ver TV às três da manhã?

"Não vai deitar?", você reapareceu no cômodo. Havia se livrado do vestidinho curto, vestindo apenas uma camisa do seu namorado. Foi para o colo dele sem muita cerimônia, sentava mais ali que em qualquer outro lugar. Ele negou vagarosamente, o olhar distante por trás das lentes dos óculos explicitando que ele quase não havia te escutado. "Algum problema?"

Hesitou por uns bons segundos, tinha medo de soar idiota. E era idiota. Ele sabia disso.

"A gente tem jeito de casal virgem?", foi cauteloso e sério demais para uma pergunta tão estúpida. Você caiu no riso, não havia como impedir.

"Mentira que você levou isso a sério."

"Não levei... só tô pensando sobre.", desconversou, mas estava claro que era mentira.

"E isso importa?"

"Não sei.", a pausa dramática tirou toda a credibilidade dele. "Talvez.", ou seja, sim.

"O Soonyoung tava bêbado, amor. E outra: ele só não 'tá acostumado a ver gente que age com decência.", selou o biquinho bonito, esbarrando nos óculos pelo caminho.

"Não?"

"Claro que não. Ela tava literalmente sentado do lado do Mingyu, por Deus.", explicou. Mingyu tinha fama de sempre sumir com a namorada em todos os encontros de vocês — e todo mundo sabia bem o motivo do sumiço repentino. Wonwoo concordou, porém não pareceu ter mudado de opinião, ainda pensou por uns bons segundos antes de falar novamente.

"Mesmo assim... 'cê acha que eu tenho jeito de virgem?", você quis rir outra vez, mas impediu. Wonwoo tinha raros momentos de paranoia — geralmente sobre coisas bobinhas — e você achava um barato entrar na mente dele nessas ocasiões.

"Hmm.", fingiu pensar. "Um tiquinho.", fez pinça com os dedos, simulando a quantidade.

"Um tiquinho?", parecia desacreditado e até meio ofendido.

"É."

"Como assim?"

"É que 'cê é tão quietinho quando tem gente em volta, amor. As vezes parece até que tem medo de mim.", você deu de ombros, tentando fazer a explicação parecer casual — não admitiria, mas parte daquilo era meio verdade. "Chateado?", tentou esconder a provocação.

"Não.", sim. E ia ficar mais ainda.

"Eles devem achar que sou eu quem faz tudo, Nonu. Tô acostumada a mandar em você.", agora isso aqui era claramente mentira.

"Tenta.", rebateu de imediato. Você soltou um "hm?" desentendido. "Mandar em mim.", esclareceu. "Você sabe muito bem o que acontece.", o olhar pesou. Era complicando mexer com Wonwoo, mas você sabia muito bem como fazer isso.

"Então você ficou chateado, Wonnie? Achei que você não se importasse com isso.", desfez-se do comentário anterior, relaxando-o num cafuné gostoso.

"E não me importo. Só fico curioso com o jeito que as pessoas me veem.", deu de ombros.

"Hm. Eu conversei com as meninas sobre isso, inclusive. Elas me perguntaram como você é na cama...", não achava que ia compartilhar essa informação com seu namorado nem tão cedo, mas o momento veio a calhar.

"E o que você falou?", soou desconfiado, as mãos pressionando suas coxas por reflexo.

"Nada ué. Você mesmo disse que não curte expor essas coisas."

"E elas não questionaram?", pelos cálculos de Wonwoo a presença da namorada de Soonyoung no seu grupo de amigas talvez tivesse contribuído pros boatos de 'casal virgem'.

"Óbvio. Mas aí falei que a gente ainda não tinha feito tanta coisa assim e elas deixaram quieto.", era uma memória interessante. Ainda se recorda dos rostinhos meio penosos por acharem que você era inocente demais para estar participando daquela conversa. "Foi engraçado, saí como santinha."

"É? Espera elas descobrirem que 'cê gosta de levar tapa até na buceta.", ele não parecia muito impressionado, mas o seu rostinho chocado foi suficiente para tirá-lo desse estado — não esperava Wonwoo te atacando do nada. "Que foi? Menti? Nunca te vi gozar sem apanhar."

"Claro que eu já gozei sem apanhar.", rebateu, ainda meio mexida com a mudança de energia.

"Comigo não.", esclareceu. Arrumava os fios do seu cabelo de um jeito condescendente. "Se não for tratada igual putinha, você não para de encher meu saco.", lembrou de maneira amorosa, um sorrisinho sinistro surgindo. "Talvez eu deva falar isso pro Soonyoung.", era blefe, você sabia.

"Você não teria essa coragem."

"Não? Mas é o único jeito de me livrar dessa fama de casal virgem, amor.", apertou seu maxilar com uma das mãos, tão vagaroso que você mal notou. "Imagina só o que ele vai pensar se souber que você se mela toda só com uns tapinhas na cara?", simulou dois tapinhas na sua bochecha, como se estivesse provando o próprio ponto. "Ou será que eu deveria falar de quando fodi sua boquinha na festa de aniversário dele?", os dedos também acompanharam essa ação, roçando as pontinhas nos seus lábios. Seu corpo já havia esquentado por inteiro, Wonwoo sabia ser muito filho da puta.

"Vai ficar me provocando?"

"Tô conversando com você.", rebateu em tom de correção, como se tudo aquilo realmente fosse só um simples diálogo. "Inclusive a gente precisa consertar as coisas com suas amigas também. De santinha você não tem nada...", te olhava faminto, sabia que você cederia a qualquer uma das vontades dele. "Se bem que você tá certa em não ter dito nada, amor. Puta minha não se exibe."

"Puta sua?", questionou desacreditada.

"Minha.", confirmou. "A única que eu tenho."

"Eu não sou puta.", detestava admitir (ou pelo menos fingia), mas era sim — especialmente para Wonwoo.

"Ah não? Mas aposto que já se molhou inteira só de conversar comigo. Isso é coisa de puta, amor.", o odiava 'pra caramba nesses momentos, odiava que ele estivesse certo.

"Por que você não vai se foder, hein?"

"Chateada?", usou suas palavras, quase rindo do seu rostinho raivoso. "Tá pensando em foder comigo desde o começo dessa conversa, não tá? Sua carinha não me engana.", inclinou o rosto, o sorrisinho meio canalha só crescia.

"Wonwoo-"

"Não. Me escuta... e se eu contar 'pra todo mundo que minha virgenzinha abre as pernas 'pra mim em qualquer lugar, hm?", ameaçou te beijar, roçando o narizinho no seu. "Que é viciadinha 'pra cacete. Só sabe dormir se for com a buceta toda machucadinha, cheinha de porra.", sussurrou essa parte, sabia que era imoral 'pra caralho e gostava de fingir que se importava com isso.

E você, que não aguentava cinco minutinhos de provocação na mão do seu namorado, já se sentia febril. Arrepiava inteirinha, o corpinho parecia doer de carência por Wonwoo, pelas coisas que só ele sabia fazer com você. Apertava os ombros fortes tentando se mover no colo dele, tentando sentar-se no voluminho convidativo que aparecia na calça folgada que ele usava. Mas Wonwoo era um insuportável que não deixava você fazer o que queria, apertava suas coxas te mantendo imóvel.

"Nonu, não faz assim...", choramingou. "Deixa, por favor. Só um pouquinho..."

"Deixar o quê?"

"Deixa eu-", tentou se mover novamente, crente que conseguiria. Seu namorado te apertou com mais força. "Que saco!"

"Você não tá sendo clara, amor."

"Eu quero você. Me fode agora, rapidinho.", arrastava a vozinha, olhando-o de um jeito dengoso.

"Ah é? Quer que eu te coloque de quatro aqui no sofá? Ou é melhor deixar você sentar em mim? Ai eu encho essa carinha de tapa, amor. É melhor desse jeito, não é? Você quer assim?", falava manso, seu cérebro mal conseguia processar o jeitinho tranquilo. Só sabia que se molhava inteira, mas nem se importava com mais nada. Só sabia pensar em uma coisinha só, era tudo o que queria.

"Quero, Nonu. De qualquer jeito, por favor..."

"De qualquer jeito? 'Tá com tanta vontade assim, meu bem?", forçou surpresa. Você só soube acenar, as mãozinhas correndo pelo torso dele. "Eu até podia dar o que você quer, mas tenho que fazer jus aos boatos, amor.", olhou-o em confusão. Não sabia o que ele queria dizer com isso. "Você mesma disse que eu sou quietinho e... como era mesmo? Que eu tenho medo de você, não foi?", justificou. Nem ferrando, só podia ser brincadeira. "Então não posso, amorzinho."

"Won-"

"Se insistir é pior. Te deixo sem por mais tempo ainda."