i cant even finish my work because all i keep thinking about is simon
the way he loves picking you up or throwing you over his shoulders or burrowing his face on the crook of your neck, breathing you in. the way when you two cuddle, he presses his hand flat on your belly to push you closer to his body because he loves feeling the way your warmth seeps into him. the way he murmurs his words on your skin because he loves kissing you and he doesn’t wanna stop kissing you. the way he nips your shoulder or your cheek because you are just so fuckin adorable. the way he holds your hands, fingers slotting perfectly against yours, or the way he hooks his pinky with yours. the way he makes you kiss his dog tags before he leaves because that’s his damn good luck charm.
cant stop thinking about the way he loves.
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— imagine going down on heeseung at the back of his car 🫠
the way his legs would spread automatically to make room for you, a cocky smirk spreading across his lips. his hand comes to hold the back of your head, guiding you to his clothed cock that is practically throbbing for your attention. you haven't even started anything and he's already so needy for you.
"be a good girl, yeah?" he hums, making quick work of his jeans and his underwear. he lets the fabric pool around his knees, too desperate to have himself shoved into your tight mouth to care about completely removing his clothing.
his cock stands between his legs, the tip red and leaking. heeseung doesn't need to say much else really. the sight of his cock is already enough to have your mouth watering, not hesitating a second more before peppering open mouthed kisses around his head.
"fuckkk..." heeseung groans. his brows furrow as he struggles to keep his eyes open, fighting the onslaught of overwhelming pleasure just to watch his head disappear into your tight little mouth. he can't help the shiver that runs down his spine as your run your tongue across his slit, exactly the way he loves it. he's not afraid to let you know how well you're doing either.
"just like that, baby," he moans, his thighs tensing as you take more of his length into your mouth. "feels so fuckin' good." his fingers tighten into your hair, his hips instinctively bucking as you hollow your cheeks.
his head is thrown back into the leather material of the seat as you sink your mouth further down his length. one little peek up at him from your lashes has your panties soaked.
heeseung's brows are scrunched together, his eyes shut tight. his mouth is parted into an "o", his rough moans and grunts continuously flowing out of his mouth. knowing that your actions were the cause of his state simply makes you delirious.
when you moan around his cock at the sight of his ecstasy, his breath hitches. it takes a lot of effort for him to crack his eyes open to peer down at you, his cock stuffed into your mouth and hitting the back of your throat.
"you like that, hm?" he hums, grunting when you nod your head. "you like seeing how good you're makin' me feel, baby?" before you know it, the man is gripping your head in place, shallowly thrusting his length in and out of your mouth.
"oh, fuck," heeseung hisses, his thrusts turning frantic as you take whatever he gives you. "shit, baby... your mouth is making me feel so good." he murmurs, mindlessly fucking into your wet cavern.
when you start to time the bobbing of your head with his thrusts, heeseung completely loses it. his hips falter and his back arches to get himself to reach the back of your throat one last time.
"fuck, fuck, fuck," he chants unbashedly, his orgasm approaching embarrassingly quick. "i'm gonna cum. a-ah! holy shit, baby 'm gonna cum."
you pop your mouth off of him. your hand wraps around his length, furiously pumping his cock as you open your mouth and sticking your tongue out for him to cum into. good lord, the sight had heeseung right on the edge.
"oh my god, yes, yes, yes! fuck, that's a good girl," he cries out, voice rising in tone. his hands move from yoir head to the headrest of the backseat, arms flexing as he feels the pressure build in his stomach. "fuckkk, baby, that's it! don't stop... keep going." he's sure his eyes roll to the back of his head when he feels the pressure in his stomach snap.
pearly white ropes of cum shoot out of him, his back permanently archea as his hips instinctively rub his tip across the smooth muscle of your tongue. "f-fuck!"
"a-ah! 'm cumming! take it all like a good girl," he moans. he's practically whinning with how high pitched his voice is. an airy and breathless pant escapes him with each drop of cum your milk from his tip, a stark contrast to the rough and hoarse tone he was using earlier.
"oh my god, you drive me nuts." he chuckes breathlessly, giving you no time to recover as he pulls you up for a heated kiss. it doesn't take long before he's pushing you back into the backseat, his lips pressing open mouthed kisses to every corner of your exposed skin.
"h-heeseung–" you try speaking, a gasp leaving you as his hand sneaks into your skirt to feel the wetness in between your legs.
"my poor baby," he coos, nibbling at a the skin right underneathe your collar bone. "got so wet giving me the best head, huh? you want a reward?"
"lay back, sweetheart. i'll take care of you."
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rating: m for mature
cw(s): suggestive content/minors DNI. gn!dom!reader. sub bakugo katsuki. masochism.
thinkin’ about pain slut KATSUKI
i dunno why but i imagine he’s a little too into getting hurt.
“want ya to mark me up…”
it takes you by surprise, because he’s always come off like he’d be the one who would want nothing more then to sink his teeth into you. teasing flesh beneath his teeth, skin under his tongue, and drawing blood like second nature; his own hands left to leave blossoms of bruisy purple and red in their wake. when you look at him, rugged and bruttish as he is, it’s hard to imagine anything else, and yet, the way he looks at you, crimson eyes teetering along the edge of something desperate, you find yourself perking up at the thought.
“are you sure?”
he grunts out a “yeah”, tongue dragging across his canines out of habit, and he watches your face with a burning intensity that leaves your skin hot.
it’s almost too much to handle; you feel like you’ll melt on top of him and be left a mess marring his silk sheets, but still, there’s a desire buzzing in your fingertips, and try as you might, you’re nothing if not weak to it.
your fingertips drag up the nape of his neck, weaving through his hair until you’re wrenching him up towards you. he tastes sweeter like this. it’s impossible, surely, and yet, when you press your lips to his, and you drink in the way he groans with it, it’s like honey on your tongue.
your mouth drags across his jaw and down his neck, and his breathing grows heavy the moment you test the feel of his skin against your teeth.
“fuckin’…be rough with me. s’not like m’gonna break. m’not made of glass ya know…” his calloused hand comes to take yours from its place on his chest, dragging you up to column of his throat and placing it against it—against him.
He laces his fingers between your own to encourage the spread of them across the apex of his neck, and you can feel him swallow beneath your palm, can feel the warmth of the blood flowing beneath his skin. the ridges of his throat press back against the way he pushes your hand down, softly, and you know what he’s asking for, but you can’t help swallowing the spit gathering in your mouth, eyeing him nervously.
“what if i accidentally hurt you?”
he looks at you like he’s starving, and his teeth bare underneath the warm glow of light.
“m’askin you to.”
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