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venmondiese · 8 months ago

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KEEPING NEW YEAR'S TRADITIONS

PART TWO OF A NEW YEAR'S TRADITION

-ˋˏ| summary: As a new year comes by, you make sure your tradition of eating grapes keeps going. And Aemond's tradition as well.

✧ | Pairing: Modern!Aemond Targaryen x reader

✧ | word count: 3.8k

✧ | Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, pregnant sex, Aemond is obsessed with his wife.

✧ | notes: happy new year!! this comes as an unexpected part 2 (?) i know it's late but atp, i always post everything late ;(

Aemond was in a bad mood. He liked holidays, when he had the chance to be alone with you. And on this occasion, he was ‘forced’ to spend it with his family.

New Year last year was something he enjoyed very much. He was alone with you, Vhagar and the fireworks that the Blackwater bay throwed every year. You went to bed fairly early and of course… your little traditions.

You’d eat grapes, he’d fuck you. To him, it was an amazing tradition. All over the year he was teasing you about it, how this year he’ll try another position, how he’ll rent a private yet to see the fireworks firsthand, how he’ll do so many things for…

Nothing.

Nothing, because he was stuck with his family. And that pissed him off.

‘It might be the last year we spend the New Year with your father, you know how delicate his health is…’ his mother and his half sister would say over the phone, and he would roll his eye. Still, you were softer, kinder and more open to the idea.

“We should go” You said one time, as he had come home late from his work and you served him tea and some leftovers of the lunch you prepared for yourself.

“I see they contacted you…” he murmurs, drinking his tea. “I think that us spending the New Year here is perfect as it was…”

“I know that it isn’t your favourite thing to spend Christmas with your family, but everyone is going to your father’s home. Your mother and her husband, your siblings… even Aegon” You add with a raise of eyebrows “And your half-sister too”

“You are just listing reasons not to go”

“If it is your dad’s last year, I think we should go, Aemond…” you say, looking at him with those wide eyes of yours, you walk closer to him, standing by his side as you press a hand on his shoulder “He is really excited about the baby…”

His eyes go to your pregnant belly, as he sighs, one of his hands going to rub his forehead, thinking about it. “All we will do is fight, you know” he mutters. “That’s all this damned family can do nowadays”

He presses his forehead on your belly, sighing slightly as he feels your hand moving to caress the back of his head. Aemond likes to speak with your belly, or resting close to it, or anything that has to do with the baby. You were all day, every day with the baby, but he wasn’t, so he tried to do everything he could to help and feel the baby before the arrival.

“Fine” he murmurs, begrudgingly. “But we’ll leave early… and, and don’t fall for their excuses…”

After all, he was a weak man for you. More so when you carried his baby, anything you desired for, he tried to make it happen. As crazy as your cravings were, he cooked them all. When you complained about the clock, he had to take it to Aegon’s apartment for the meantime. When your body ached, he massaged it. And if you wanted to be with his father’s family for the New Year… he could manage, if you were with him.

That’s how he finds himself now. Sitting at the end of the large feast table of his father’s house, hearing his cough and the small talk the rest of his family did to each other. He was leaning back, one leg atop of the other as his arm rested on your chair by his side. You didn’t turn down good food such as this, and ate happily all of it.

“A toast” His father says, as he takes his glass.

As his father talked and talked, Aemond looked at you, holding your orange juice. He saw his glass, also with orange juice, in some kind of sympathy for your inability to drink. He wasn’t the greatest fan of drinking, sure, he would often drink whiskey, maybe some fancy wine from the reach, but never to the level of drunkenness (unlike Aegon)

He caressed your back gently, eating his food little by little. 22:50. Seven gods, this would be eternal. He wanted to go home already, he chatted with his mum, with his father, and even exchanged a dry ‘hello and happy new year’ to his half-sister. It was enough. He ignored his nephews and chatted with you, and his siblings.

He rubs his forehead as he hears Aegon talk about how it is a shame not to be able to drink, and whatever Aegon talked about, Aemond never listened long enough to know.

“Well, I have developed a craving for orange juice” You say to Aegon. “Next to the apartment there is an old house, and it has a lemon tree, an apple tree and an orange tree. The old lady that lives there is lovely, and she always gives me natural fruit, more so since she saw my belly, she used to deliver all the babies in the street back in her age, so she always looks after me…. Doesn’t she, my love?”

Another thing he realised was that you were so chatty when pregnant. You tease him like hell, and talk about every little adventure of the day. Vhagar fell into the pool in her cat walking time, the food you made was extra delicious, you talked to the people of the store, anything. He didn’t complain, he was used to getting home and serving dinner as you chatted about your day.

“Yes, love. She does” he agrees eating his plate.

“Not as good as you do…” you say in a teasing tone, and he has a slight smirk.

“Aye, true…” He says proud, kissing your cheek.

“Cheesy” Aegon says making a face, but he was slightly amused.

“Shut up” Aemond mutters to him.

Even if his family tries to stretch the dinner as long as possible until midnight, his father was already dozing up, probably due to his high doses of medication he had to take every day, and left him sleeping like a log.

He gets annoyed since his mother is the one tending to him, even when she was his ex wife for at least one year now. It is ridiculous, and it bothers him for no reason at all.

Sometimes he’d visit his father, with you always. You’ll go with a sweet treat and chat for a bit, and then you’ll go. He was content with that much, his father had good conversations when he was lucid and out of medication.

“Did you bring the grapes?” He asks softly, looking at you. You raise an eyebrow, amused as he remembers that, and he rolls his eye playfully. “We do have traditions”

“I did” you assure him, a playful smirk on your lips as well. “Grapes, not a condom” you add playfully.

“Luckily for us, you are already knocked up” he whispers, kissing your cheek.

“Uncle Aemond” the little tug on his arm, let him know it was Maelor, trying to gain his attention, which meant he wanted to be holded on his arms.

He spent half an hour entertaining his nephews, Jaehaera and Jaehaerys were making a play with their dolls for him to see, and you were so happy to entertain them that he kept making stories to impress both of you. Maelor was quick to fall asleep on Aemond’s arms, and by 23:40 the kids were already whiny and sleepy.

You used to chat with Helaena about maternity tips, things she would have liked to know when she was a first time mother, and that you took note of it carefully.

He is happy with his resolutions from last year. He proposed, and you were pregnant. It was bad timing of course, since you refused to have a wedding in your third trimester, so you waited. If it was for him, eloping was good enough, and he’ll have a great honeymoon with you.

“Did your… wishes from last year were granted by your magical grapes?” Aemond asks as Helaena takes Maelor to cradle him in her arms.

“Not like I intended, and certainly not all of ‘em, but the most important ones I’d say… yes” You say softly. “I wanted a new cat” you say playfully, and he roll his eye.

“Isn’t Vhagar enough?”

“I think some cute fluffy company would make her less… grumpy”

“A baby would be enough” Aemond says with a nod as he sees the time. 23:53.

“A human baby is not the same as a baby kitten” You state with a nod.

“We are not taking care of two babies at once, my love” he shakes his head.

“I’ll eat two grapes for the baby cat then” you say stubbornly, moving to grab the bowl with the twelve grapes.

His mother sits curiously by your side, and she looks at the grapes.

“Oh, you eat grapes for the new year?”

“Yes, ma’am.” you say with a kind smile.

“I see… it is really against the Gods…”

“Mum” Aemond says in a stern tone, not wanting her usual lecture.

“It’s fine” You say, trying to calm everyone.

“I am merely saying that it is superstitious” Alicent says, not taking an aggressive tone as she holds your hand. “Not trying to be mean”

“I know how…” Aemond starts saying, but you cut him, placing a hand on his thigh.

“It’s fine. I don’t take it that seriously anyways” You say.

“You have done it for three years” He reminds you, as he knew you did everything to please his mother, since she was a bit adamant about having kids out of wedlock. As if they were living in ancient times, he sighs and rolls his eye. “Can’t we speak of something more… cheerful?”

You had no issues with being cheerful, talking about the baby, which delighted his mother as well.

“Luke, Jace!” Rhaenyra calls for her eldest, as the clock strikes 23:58. Aemond also stands up and helps you do so, as his stepfather calls for his mother and everyone gathers around their little family.

“You have to give me a kiss before swallowing those grapes” he says petulantly, his hand moving to hold your hip.

“Fine” you say, rolling your eyes amused.

He was still slightly annoyed by the fact that he couldn’t repeat the same shenanigans of last year, his new and very own ‘tradition’ with you. You teased him endlessly, but at the end gave him a consolation prize; you could leave early to the apartment and have all the sex he’d like there.

“One last kiss before the year ends” Aemond says smugly, waiting for his kiss.

“I thought you didn’t believe in superstitions–”

“We have gone through this, give me the kiss”

You comply with his request for a last kiss, nothing too passionate and inappropriate as he would like, but it is one full of tenderness. He grew more tender and careful with you these last months, as your belly grew more and more. You often groaned and complained about how unnecessarily careful he was, but he still did it.

“I love you” he murmurs against your lips.

“I do too” you answer him “And next year, we’ll be a family of three”

He nods, and then he smirks “Of four, with Vhagar.”

You were always quick with your comebacks “Five if you count the baby kitten”

“You are unbelie–”

He was cut with the greetings of ‘happy new year’, and he leans to steal a kiss from you, which has you giggling between the kisses.

He has gotten into the swing of eating grapes by each second, even if they were a bit sour to his taste. He daren’t to ask when you had bought them, because they tasted a bit weird. Still, you ate the grapes in time and smiled proudly when finished.

“Fourth year in a row” you say proudly, and lean to kiss him on the cheek as he swallows the remains of the grape.

“And happy New Year to you too”

You greeted his family by a kiss on the cheek, and a hug. He was less enthusiastic, but followed you around as if he was forced to do so.

“Mum, the fireworks are starting soon?” Little Viserys asked Rhaenyra, to which she nodded. “Can we go?”

Aemond made sure to bring a chair along with him, and he placed it on the yard to make sure you were comfortable. He brings a fluffy blanket and something to drink if you need so. You roll your eyes as you walk to him, your hand on your belly.

“Don’t you think it is too much…?” You murmur to him, yet you still sit there.

“Hey, this is the bare minimum. It’s freezing cold in here” he says looking around to where his family was forming.

He goes to help his father walk, along with Jacaerys. Aemond doesn’t talk about it, as he simply quietly helps his father to sit in one of the other seats to see the fireworks.

You see his mother talk to him, telling something that Aemond doesn’t answer. He comes back to you after a while. To your questioning face, he murmurs.

“Wanted me to be nicer to him” he murmurs in your ear.

“Asking for the impossible” you playfully say, to which he rolls his eyes.

The fireworks are absolutely pretty. You always liked to see them explode in the sky. You wondered how Vhagar was doing; thankfully these were soundless with the explosion, so you imagine Vhagar must be sleeping in the baby’s crib as if she was the newborn.

Aemond drinks his orange juice as if he was swallowing whisky, and you could see his grumpiness. You held his hand, pressing little kisses as he smiled faintly.

You understood him, even if he didn’t tell you a word about his true feelings. And thankfully, he understands you too.

The fireworks were nice, yet after ten minutes it grew boring. You stood up and held a hand to your belly.

“My belly aches” you say to Aemond, which has him in a hurry.

“What? What?” He asks, a bit stressed. “Is the—”

“No, it is just a tummy ache” you stop him.

“It was the grapes,” he says, realizing it. “They were sour and…”

“I’ll just go to bed” you say to him, and your mother in law walks to you.

“I could make you tea, darling; the fireworks aren’t over and…”

“I’m fine. I’ll go lay down” you say not wanting to worry anyone “In Aemond’s old room…” you say with a smirk to him.

“Ah, yes, my sanctuary” he says, rolling his eye, but holding your arm to help you walk. He was paler and worried, but your chuckle soothed him.

As he helped you upstairs, you can still hear the sounds of fireworks, as you enter his room. It was obviously cleaned so it could be used tonight, but it still looks rather empty.

“You don’t want to throw up, do you?” He asks to help you sit.

“No.” you say calmly. “I don’t feel that bad, come on. Sit” you say instead.

“What are you–” he says, not understanding, sitting by your side.

“Oh. Come on. Your tradition?” You ask with a smile.

He raises his eyebrows as he blinks a bit unsure what this all means.

“Would you please lay back?” You ask sweetly, helping him to lay with a pillow on his head.

“Unbelievable” he murmurs amused, his lips curling into a smirk. “And what will you do to me, eh?”

“I believe we promised some riding” you say moving your hair to the side as you smile, your hands going to his trousers to unzip them and pulling his cock, that was hardening with interest to your every word.

His hand caresses your shoulder and then falls to your arm, cherishing your skin as he looks at you lying. “You are dirty” he accuses

“And you love it” you defend yourself sticking your tongue out to him.

The way your dress clings to your body, accentuating the swell of your belly, ignites a hunger within him. He picked this one too, it was large and of colour cream. It was a simple, flexible fabric and you grew to love the clothes that could stretch.

You lean to kiss him, and he makes sure to prove himself to be tender with you. He holds the small of your back as he kisses you softly.

“You are perfect” he murmurs, smiling. “How did you know I wanted–?”

“I know you like the palm of my hand” you say, caressing his cock up and down, as you talk gently to him “and I know when you are pissed. We can’t have you exploding with your family, can we?” You ask smiling “I need to keep my man in line”

Aemond chuckles, as you pull your dress up and kick your flat shoes away.

“Ah, and you will do so by… riding me?” He is amused, and really, really, really interested. “Might as well spend all my days grumpy” he says smirking as you move your legs to straddle him carefully. Your huge belly was an obstacle after all.

“Just shush. This year is my turn”

He is painfully hard, as he lies back, enjoying the sight and he has that smirk that nothing will wipe it off. For a moment, he prays that no one in his family comes in to check on them. He doesn’t find the strength to stand up and lock the door, not when you are on his lap with your happy smile.

Aemond moves his hand to caress your naked thighs, and he has a happy smile.

“I told you, I like this new tradition”

“Well, it is a tradition. It must be done” you say as if you were resigned to that fate.

“Who are we to question that?” He asks, smiling.

As you move slightly to pull off your panties, he sees the small reflection of the fireworks on the wall.

“I thought that had finished” you say softly.

“The neighbours throw their own for at least half an hour.” Aemond says with a lightened mood, since he would have rolled his eyes before.

You two kiss for some more, as he holds you still. Lately, since you weren’t exactly flexible as before, you did less exotic and risqué sexual positions and more casual ones. And Aemond spent hours and hours with his lips pressed against yours, kissing you, and murmuring sweet nothings.

As you try your best to lower yourself onto his cock, he is patient. He is horny as hell, but he lets you take your time.

“To be clear we are never fucking in your family’s houses anymore” you say and he has to let a little laugh out.

“Alright” he says.

You lower yourself in his cock, not minding a rubber since you didn’t need one, a fact that he loves. He hisses slightly in pleasure, his hands going to grip your hips as he tries his best not to moan loudly.

“Fuck, my love, you always feel great” Aemond growls, as you move your hips forwards and back, grinding on his cock naturally. The sensation is exquisite, and he thinks he is going insane.

You ride him at your rhythm, he could (and definitely) wants to buck his hips in synchronizing your small jumps on his cock, which feels like a delicious grip that he never tires of. The obscene sound of skin slapping against the skin is faint, but not less obscene.

He hated to be intimate in other houses, much when other people were around. Growing around Aegon made it impossible for him to find any attractiveness to it, and much more, he finds it a lack of respect. But tonight he was indulging into something he always criticized about Aegon, and he obviously plans to put the fault on you.

“Mhm, I love it” you murmur as you grind your hips against him, making sure to get that delicious feeling of his cock.

He grips on your thighs, wanting to pull you closer and have some hold as he tries to move his hips to the rhythm. He always loves how your hips wiggles as you take his cock, when you still adjust to his size as you take it.

He never thought he’d love your pregnant body that much, seeing your stomach full with the baby. He doesn’t even think he wants to see your stomach empty from now on.

He hears your little moans, trying to hold yourself and your sounds. He wishes you had stayed home, in your apartment and in your bed, being as loud as you wanted. He hated to see you reprieve yourself.

“You look so beautiful” he praises you, he couldn’t even reprieve his own thrust ups, as his hips insistently.

“A-Ah, fuck, fuck, fuck” you mutter, the word rolling from your lips naturally. You had banned any bad words in the house, for the baby. Not even damn. Nothing. But now you were chanting a big one as you jumped on his cock.

He grunts, his hips bucking up as he leans his head back. Thankfully his bed doesn’t creak, because someone could walk in and he would be caught left handed.

“You feel exquisite, sweet thing” he mutters, biting his lip.

He would love to sit up, kiss your clavicle and kiss your breasts. But your belly was in between them, but he won’t complain.

Your little whimpers, as hurried as you two were, helped him in his pleasure. He needed to come so bad, and he wants you to come first as his fingers go to rub your clit, making you moan loud as he feels your walls clench around his cock.

As you cum, he groans back, trying not to be loud as he mutters curses, his eyes rolling back as he leans back on the bed, his head falling on the mattress as he fills you up.

You lay on his side, opening his window slightly and accommodating your clothes. You pant, looking at the ceiling with worn out stickers of stars giving dim shining in the dark from his childhood. It is quite cute.

“Pregnant or not, you are still insatiable” he mutters somewhat amused, getting himself together to go down and pretend everything is well. His mother probably would be worried and come to care for you once his father goes to bed, if she only knew there was no ache at all.

“Next year we’ll do some casual missionary, I swear” you say playfully.

“If the baby lets us sleep” he jokes, smirking to you, nuzzling your neck and pressing a kiss on your cheek.

You smile at the prospect of next year, having your baby in your and Aemond by your side. And hopefully, a second kitten.

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last-words-ofashootingstar · 3 months ago

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i read your recent yeosang-centric ask and receives and i was thinking…214 and 220 with yeosang would kinda make me go feral

if you choose to this, go wild 🙏🏽🙏🏽

➯a/n: waaaaah let's be feral together frfr

➯a/n2: this might be my favorite yet and i absolutely went wild ngl

Toy

❥Kang Yeosang x fem reader

214 + 220: cnc + manhandling

✈︎queued for: wed 21st

(>ᴗ•)genre: smut

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: cnc meaning darkish content (forcing, rough, threats, pulling his hair and scratching his back), established relationship, STRONG dom/sub dynamics, MEAN and nasty sangie (like always😋), choking+breathplay, finger sucking+gagging, spit as lube, minimal prep, spanking (but not where you expect it...), unprotected+creampie, degradation, pet names (darling, baby), name calling (including but not limited to bitch + slut (yeosang staples atp), toy, stupid(girl)), cock warming, after care yippee !!!!

♡masterlist !♡

18+.MINORS TAKE YOUR LEAVE.

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"Say again?" Yeosang asks with a raise of his eyebrow.

"I said no..." You whisper, shaking your head, "I don't wan-"

You know it's coming, but it still makes you yelp in surprise when he yanks you off the bed and to your feet.

"No," he scoffs, shoving your pajama pants down and lifting you off the floor again to kick them away, "I know that's not what I heard. I taught you better than that. Try again." He shoves you back to the bed, making you land on your stomach.

You're already dizzy from the way he's tossing you around, and you know he's not going to stop anytime soon. Because you told him not to. You like it when he uses you like a toy.

And he likes it even more. "I said," he flips you onto your back and crawls over you, "try again. Did you hear me, stupid girl?"

"Baby... Can't you go a few days without having sex?"

He can't. You know that. And it's perfect. Because neither can you.

"And miss out on this perfect pussy?" He pouts as he cups your heat through your panties. The feeling of his palm squeezing you almost makes you melt. "No chance."

"Quit it." You huff as you slap at his arm; but he only smirks and keeps squeezing your cunt. "Yeosang, seri-"

The rrrrip of your panties makes you go wide-eyed, looking down at how he's tearing them away from your body in his fist. "Sangie! I said-"

"I heard what you said," he groans as he tears them completely away from you, "now shut up, bitch. Before I gag you with your panties."

You bite at your lip, avoiding his gaze as he looks at you intently. You're already dripping, and his use of his favorite nickname for you is making matters worse.

"That's what I thought." He breathes a laugh, throwing them onto the floor to join your pants. "Bitches love to bark, but they always end up submitting."

You have to stop yourself from praising him for that line, it makes you go from dripping to gushing. He catches the way your eyes light up, though; and it makes him smile for a split second before he gets back into it.

"Take your top off." He commands while he sits up, ridding himself of his own. He leans over you while taking his pants off and gives you a quick peck to the lips. "Be a good cock sleeve for me and I might be nice enough to let you cum."

When you take too long to 'decide', he makes it easy for you and pulls you up by the collar before lifting your shirt above your head.

"I'm being serious, Sang-"

"So am I. You think I'm playing? You think I won't bend you over and just take what I want? You know better than that, where's your brain at tonight, huh? Have I finally fucked it out of you?" He pokes your head mockingly before giving it a shove, making you face the wall.

You have to hide your grin behind your hand, pretending to be taken aback for a moment before you turn your head back him. "You won't-"

Before you can even finish your sentence, he's grabbing you by the neck and kissing you roughly. You're so distracted by his tongue invading your mouth that you don't realize he's spreading your legs with his.

When you do, you gasp into his mouth, remembering you're both naked and he's rock hard from throwing you around. You grab a fistful of his hair, pulling him back and breathing deeply while turning your face 'disgustedly'. "You damn perv, I said I'm not in the mood-"

You gag around his fingers as they suddenly raid your mouth, he gives you zero warning before pushing them in. "Mouthy slut," he chuckles as you try to pull at his wrist, "you better start sucking, get them nice and sloppy — it's the only lube you're getting."

You don't need any, you're already leaving a wet spot on his bed. But you suck anyway, glaring at him all the while. "Now we're getting somewhere," he hums pleased, using his other hand to trace your chest teasingly soft. "Doesn't it feel nice to just listen? Just be my good little toy?"

You can't answer with him currently playing with your tongue — but you would say yes.

When you lower your teeth a fraction of an inch, his hand shoots up to your throat. "Fucking try it, I dare you." He pushes his fingers deeper again, making you gag. He grins as he feels the vibrations under his hand. "I will choke you until I cum, and I won't be gentle. Open your mouth, now."

You let your jaw drop, whining as he leans over and purses his lips. Even though you shake your head, he grabs your jaw and holds you still while he dribbles into your mouth — slowly. Making you watch helplessly until it meets your tongue.

You force the moan that comes out to sound more like a groan, pouting with your eyes as he starts grinding against your wetness. "You're so beautiful when you beg, it gets me so hard~" He nearly purrs while gathering up all of your accumulated spit onto his fingers and scooping it out.

He keeps you pinned in place by your neck while he lathers his member in your shared saliva, squeezing the sides of your throat slightly while he jerks himself off.

You can't help but watch with excitement as he lines up with your slick hole, going the extra mile to lube himself up with your arousal; sliding his length up and down your slit slowly. "Look at this pretty pussy," he says, partly to himself, as he squeezes your neck tighter subconsciously, "all mine to fuck whenever I want. Isn't that right, darling?"

You catch yourself nodding, and he laughs lowly as you quickly shake your head instead.

When he presses his tip against your entrance, you whine; trying to crawl backwards and making it only a fraction of an inch when he practically crushes you under him. "Stay still, slut." But his eyes say, 'try a little harder, darling'.

"No, get off."

"Oh, I'm going to~"

You have to hold back a laugh at his play on your words, panting as you grab at his wrist and try to kick away from him. "Damn it, Sangie! Just use a fleshlight!"

"I am." You should have expected that one, actually. "You're my perfect personal toy, and I'm gonna use you whether you like it or not." He can't help the praise, even though he shouldn't be giving you as much. He's 'mad' at you.

His bulbous tip pressing its way into you knocks all of your thoughts from your head, leaving you jaw dropped and whining as he sinks into you slowly. He loosens his grip on your throat, letting you fill your lungs fully as he inches deeper into your ill prepared body — if you would actually inhale, that is.

"Breathe, darling." He has to remind you, cupping your face in his hands softly while forcing himself all the way to the hilt. His breathing is hitched and heavy as your walls pulse and twitch around him, smothering him in your tight warmth.

He rarely fucks you without stretching you out first — Yeosang will do many, many things to and with you, but he never wants to seriously hurt you. And he's fairly... well endowed, so whenever he fucks you so suddenly it leaves you sore for days.

But you'd both be liars if you said it didn't feel like heaven as your walls try to mold around him.

And you'd both be liars if you said you didn't want to fuck rough and nasty right now.

"Hey," he taps your cheek, bringing you back to your consciousness, "spit in my mouth, darling."

Your body acts before your mind, spitting up into his awaiting mouth without a hint of hesitation. He leans back and keeps his hands on your waist incase you come back to your senses and remember the scene you're supposed to be acting.

He pulls out the smallest bit and spits down where you're connected, slowly sliding back in and making you whimper. "You're too big, baby," you pout while blinking quickly, staving off your tears from the stretch, "pull out, please..."

He smirks as he sees you licking your lips, and he slides one of his hands into yours. You lace your fingers together, giving him one firm squeeze. A silent 'keep going'.

"Pull out?" He chuckles, shaking his head as he continues to thrust one thick inch in and out of your twitching cunt. "No way," he gives your hand a squeeze before letting go, a final show of affection before he goes wild, "not when my cock sleeve is sucking me in so good~"

And wild he is, he starts pounding you like there's no such thing as tomorrow.

"F-uck! Baby, please!" Your voice waivers as he grabs your hips, lifting you into every one of his thrusts like you weight nothing at all. "Gen-gentle!" You gasp when he sits back on his legs, pulling your hips into his lap and bouncing you on his cock like an actual toy. You let your shoulders slump on the bed, your back arching off of it as he repeatedly hits your g-spot.

"My stupid girl," he moans as he makes you ride him, watching your head toss back and forth with a dark satisfaction. "You think I'm gonna go easy on you when you've been such a difficult toy?"

When all you can do is moan weakly with each of his impossibly deep thrusts, he settles you on his lap and wraps one hand under your arched back; keeping you there.

The other lands a sudden and startling spank to your chest, making you yelp.

"Answer me, slut."

"N-no..."

He gives a devilish grin while smacking your breast again, his head rolling back as you clench around him. "Fuck..." He breathes out slowly, his cock twitching inside of you. "No, that's right," he makes contact again, chuckling when you try and swat his hand away to avoid the next one. "Bad toys don't get gentle."

You let out an embarrassingly loud yell of ecstasy when he slides you further up the bed with his hips, driving himself in as deep as humanly possible while getting back ontop of you. He lets you have a moment, your arms wrapping around him tightly and your eyes screwing shut as he grinds into you.

You're already close to cumming, and he can sense it. "Bad toys don't get to cum, either. Hold it."

And that's the only command you get before he starts slamming his hips onto yours, the sound of your skin hitting each other echoing around you with your uncontrollable yells and his low moans. It still feels like he's going to tear you in half, even though you're well past wet. Going from nothing to Yeosang is like climbing a hill and then Mount Everest.

"Sangie!" You cry out, digging your nails into his back.

His hand wraps around your throat again, the other holding his weight as he hovers above you; pressing his forehead to yours as he chokes you. He looks beyond pleased with himself as you start tearing up — and it nearly makes you cum when he places a kiss to your trembling lips.

The drag of your nails down his back makes his hips stutter before they return to their rhythm with a vengeance; making you sob breathlessly with his hand cutting off your oxygen. When he lets go, you take a long breath in, knowing he'll come back.

"You've never appreciated air this much, have you?" He moans against your lips, watching your glossy eyes closely. "Say thank you, slut."

"Mmf- thank you, baby," you manage to pant, holding his hips tightly to try and slow him down. Your grip does nothing at all except stir him on.

"There's my good fleshlight~" He grins, licking your lips before kissing you passionately as his hand tightens around your neck once more; stealing your air from you quickly.

After he lets go and you take in another breath, it falls from your lips instantly, "thank you!" You're done pretending that you don't want him. "Harder!"

He laughs breathlessly at your sudden switch, but he's not complaining. It's fun to act, sure. But it's also fun to see how badly you truly want him.

"Yeah? Harder? My slut wants harder~?"

"Yes, baby! Please, ha-harder!"

And who is he to deny you when you've put on such a good show for him?

He puts all of his force into pounding into you as you spread your legs wider, your hands tangling up in his hair and tugging — and he lets you because he knows you need something to anchor you as he fucks you to another plane of reality.

"You take me so well, darling," he says between his moans, wrapping both of his hands around your neck; not choking, just resting there comfortingly, possessively. "Why don't you cum for me?"

"R-really?" You choke on your own accord, chasing your breath as you look to him with wide and begging eyes.

"Yes," he nods with a small chuckle at your eagerness, "you're a good cock sleeve for me, my perfect whore- fuck!" He squeezes your neck as you clench, cumming so suddenly and intensely around him that he can't help but follow suit.

While you're crying out moans and creaming and pulsing around him with a violent heartbeat — he's no better off. Growling in your ear, spilling hot ropes of cum deep inside of you, fucking you through it so fast and messily that your shared release is dirtying the blanket.

With one final slam — he wraps his arms around you tightly as you do the same.

He rolls onto his side with you in his arms, making you whimper at the new angle because he stays deep inside of you as the waves of ecstasy fizzle into a pleasant buzz in your body.

You melt into his hold as he re-wraps his arms around you, cradling your head to his chest. Both of you are sweaty, heaving breathing, messes — but that doesn't stop either of you from cuddling. "I love you." He hums softly, voice dripping with pleasure.

"I love you." You moan back, soothing over the red marks on his back.

"Did I hurt you?" He asks gently as he rubs your hip, looking down at you and smiling as you shake your head. "No?"

"No, I'm okay, baby," you return his smile, leaning into his touches and closing your eyes peacefully.

"Perfect," he kisses your forehead before pressing you close to his chest again. "Let me stay inside for a while?"

"Mh, of course," you slur with sleep threatening to take over, "why?"

"I know you'll be sore for a few days, and I'll miss my favorite toy~" His words earn a laugh from you, and he feels you nod against his chest as he hugs you tighter with a smile gracing his lips.

"You can stay," you whisper as his soft strokes to your back lure you to sleep, "you can always stay, baby."

"Thank you, darling."

࿐

#stars ask and receive #request #ateez #ateez smut #smut fic #kang yeosang x reader #kang yeosang #yeosang fic #yeosang smut #ateez fic #yeosang x reader

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vsa-pieldepapel · 3 months ago

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ralsusie became real and kinda popular in the fandom and i IMMEDIATELY thought of you. also your susie hadcanons... you're predicting it all....

so what are your thoughts on their dynamic in the new chapter? and on susie's character development overall?

oh it's a fucking party in my house rn you have no idea. i have so many things to say about them that i don't believe its possible to make all of them coherent in a single post but i'll vomit some of it Before that tho i must say i am surprised at how many people thought of me w these new developmetns lol. mostly because the internet is so fast paced i thought no one would remember. thank you though.

i remember saying somewhere that I was convinced ralsei observing susie's independence and force of will would plant a seed in his head for him to strive for freedom and agency, and I'm surprised how dead on that was. Guts is widely accepted to be the stat for how much a character is willing to stand against the control of the player, which ralsei has Zero of in all chapters, but fascinatingly, even though he goes back to zero in ch4, at the tail end of ch3 before i fought the roaring knight i checked the power screen and ralsei had a single Guts point. this was immediately after susie consoled Tenna and told him, "did you hear that, Ralsei?" so i am convinced that single moment of guts was brought forth by her, by the lessons he learns from her character.

I had rather low expectations going into the new chapters because I really still wasnt convinced if Toby was self aware on how he was writing the holiday family, susie and noelle, and ralsusie, or if that was all serendipitous. The new chapters make me believe more strongly that he is aware and its not all coincidental. theres a lot here and i would have to make an entire separate post about it but I was incredibly pleasantly surprised by how many poignant, emotionally resonant moments happened between susie and ralsei building on how much they push each other to be better, and how it's emphasised that they're influencing the other. I was incredibly shocked in a good way that they had an actual argument, but Susie didn't resort to all the coping mechanisms we see her use with Lancer. Ralsei has proven now that he will be there by her side and she has decided to believe in that rather than keeping in mind that she could be abandoned at any turn, and I thought them being able to genuinely talk it out and MAKE it through an argument was an excellent indicator of how powerful their relationship is (and I do mean this all even if it's just friendship stuff for now, because the healthiest couples, anyway, are those where your partner is also your friend). I remember being skeptical way back when of people who made susie sporty and confident, because she struck me as feeling ugly, insecure, and not really that successful in that regard either, and I'm glad I was right. Her monologues about feeling unwanted and broken which feels very much the result of unstable circumstances like moving constantly, where there is no consistency to any one situation, and neglectful or abusive parenting were very resonant. Curiously though my fave part of all these new developments about susie are when it pertains to how she connects to the lore of the prophecy, which is another separate post. Basically, I love how susie is a "wild card", but that necessitates a LOT of elaboration. I like that her stubbornness and her will to fight are displayed for both when they're good and worth it and when they're dysfunctional. I also found the exploration of how an individuals psyche shapes a dark world fascinating.

The bloody handprint lives fucking rent free in my head. Again, I need to make a MASSIVE post to connect a lot of dots here idk how to do it. But I am very, very excited. Maybe it would be easier to organise everything if I was prompted to talk about specific things. I could make a pepe silvia style video about it atp rofl

#ralsusie #ralsei #susie deltarune #deltarune #vsa art #dr chapter 3 spoilers #dr chapter 4 spoilers #I told you soooo i told you sOOO

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alanisstonedd · 6 months ago

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hooper!connie doing different die jobs on his buzzcut like dennis rodman? yes plz.

cw: cussing, excessive use of hair die?, one mention of sex

an: guyssssss!!! this is for you baddiessss!!1 i will be posting sm more bcs i quit my job! YAY!! love youuuu, kisses 💋

✮ FIRST OFF - hooper!connie DEF does the heart one for VDAYYYY. hes popping out with this at least two weeks before vday, probably with your initials somewhere in the design, and your vday proposal coming shortly after. this nigga had three deep red rose bouquets, a whole light-up sign, champagne, chocolate covered strawberries, and ofc a whole buncha designer presents sitting in the corner. you had him turn around for your pic of the setup so all them hoes could see your initials... iktr girl (vday acrylics that he payed for also make an appearance grabbing the back of his neck)

✮ i lowkey think the keith haring art one is just some shit he wanted to do. nigga js doing whatever. he thought ts was cool ORRR someone designed it for him and fell in love w it

✮ im imagning hooper!con did this one for halloween w his goofy ass. i think the whole head would be cosmo bcs you went as wanda and he wanted to fully match you. coach didnt love this one as much bcsss he play too much so it became an issue (distraction) the whole game lmfao. no but fr its not as subtle - he literally has cosmo on his head, but u know bro DO NOT GAF about the damn scouts or PR issues or nothinggggg. he gon do whatever

✮ he lovessssss doing this abstract shit like its literally his favorite style to do and he feels like it goes with his vibe more. coach loves when he does this too bcs its gets hella kids talking about the game bcs its fire. and ofc con loves being all everyone is gossiping ab bcs hes an attention whore. he feeling himself tooo fucking much with these ones + always gets mad compliments on the artistry. (these look so fine on him w the chain combo when yall hunchin)

✮ he came home with this snowflake mess saying he did it for winter and you fr busted out laughing. it actually ended up growing on you though. the early january ski trip made it out the gc and he looked fine affff snowboarding and stuff with this style. everybody making corny ass jokes calling him "icy" and "cold af" and you love it.

✮ and surprise surprise, BEFORE the snowflakes - a couple weeks before christmas - he popped out with this foolishness talmbout “its for christmas mamiiii, im the grinch look-” and turned around all excited. you laughed and told him you love it bcs atp whats done is done. hes not hurting anyone lol. great ice-breaker, as most of his buzz art is. he always tryna take pics from behind so people see the design & it actually gets annoying

✮ he did this one for your bday bashhh bcs your theme was black and white. he had on a crisp all black tux on with black forces, with you in your bday dress you had planned in advance. he loved this because it complemented you guys soo beautifully. the pics were TOP TEIR u ard knowww

✮ hooper!con lovessss an animal print moment. def gets this when hes feeling experimental and different... you suggested he try an animal print, and he fully made you come to the shop so you could help him design it. he started with the purple zebra, and you did the regular leopard for him after he begged you to help him switch it up one night (he has an addiction). he starts doing this mostly on vacations because he feels like the animal print is "exotic"

✮ this one was a product of yall being fried ASF and giggling about feeling like your veins were coursing with electricity. yall went at like 2am to get some blue die & you did it for him. looked a little chopped bcs you was fried but he liked it & it ended up being so fire. one of the finest looks on him.

✮ simply peeps this on social media and decides he needs it. he liked it but thought it looked kinda stupid from the front and you only gave it like a 5/10, cute but hes done better fr.

✮ this one he LOVED. another random thing he saw on his explore page or fyp. def thought it was more fire than the snake. you also loved this one, simple but so cool. cant tell him shit with this design he think he hard fr.

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karinasbaby · 1 year ago

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hiii!! what type of porn do u think enha would be into?? this question has literally been plaguing me for the past week

thank u sm for sending this to me my beloved anon ! (⺣◡⺣)♡ here is my personal opinion on what kind of porn the enha hyung line (adding jungwon cuz i love nia) would be into 🤞

𖥻 JAKE i know will be into the nastiest shit known to humanity. but ! at the same time everything really depends on his mood and what he’s feeling. if he’s feeling like he just needs to get one nut out and have a quick orgasm he’ll probably go into the shadiest & easiest porn sites and just click on whatever makes his cock twitch from the thumbnail on the recently uploaded page. and he has range. his gravitation towards these types of videos range from (obv scripted) milfs getting pounded by their step sons or … hear me out. just straight up pussy eating videos. that does it for him tbh. however ! if he does have time and wants to have a whole masturbation session he would probably take his time in searching for the types of videos he’s in the mood for (also ranges from 69 videos, anal videos, sex toys videos, BDSM videos and so on and so forth) but at the end of the day, doesn’t matter if he was here for a quick or long orgasm— it WILL knock him out and he will sleep like a baby :(

honourable mentions ! : fucking machine videos, … sybian, step-cest hentai, pussy eating videos & squirting orgasm compilations (he’s a munch what can i say).

𖥻 HEESEUNG also into the nastiest shit known to human kind. i feel like heeseung has a phase where he hyperfixates on either 3D porn (probably futanari threesomes) or hentai (highschool themed ones maybe? or … infidelity ones ngl). (that phase comes and goes every now and then but it’s there for sure) he also has a thing for step-cest and i feel like lots & lots of bondage videos. i’m talking like porn videos where girls get tied up and fucked with different kinds of toys for hours till they squirt uncontrollably and best believe he’s watching it entirely. heeseung also has a thing for edging himself as it makes his orgasm hit 10 times harder. so he probably has participated in those ‘10 mins do not cum’ challenge videos on random porn sites. i also believe he has a thing for rough fucking videos. going back into the bdsm part he loves watching threesome bdsm videos where there’s a guy fucking a girl while another one is pushing his cock down her throat. also seems like the guy to have a thing for monsterfucking.. anything that involves werewolf, monster or alien x human porn videos just know that he’s already watched it. tentacles hentai is the way to go, 3D alien forced breeding is also one of his favourites (might even have an obsession with facehuggers phase… anyone interested in alien hee?) overall really filthy shit gets him off so well.

honourable mentions ! : has a thing for double penetration videos, gangbangs, lesbian threesomes, sex toy videos, alien breeding & facehuggers.

𖥻 JAY my romantic baby :( this man probably doesn’t even go to porn sites that often (lies) he goes to twitter to his fav nsfw accs & watches the most romantic and loving porn on the internet that it’s not even porn atp it’s just watching two ppl love each other (and being jealous). he’s the type of man that will have a thing for missionary videos because i feel like he watches the type of porn that he, himself can replicate. missionary videos with the guy being so whiny and kissing his girl everywhere is one of his favs, but ! he also does really enjoy watching cowgirl povs.. doesn’t matter if it’s reverse or not, i know an ass man when i see one. see now all of this? applies to my beloved soft boy jay ♡ who takes his time and enjoys his alone pleasure time so nicely and sleeps so contently like a baby after. butttt ! he also does have his own random urges and moments and needs to watch diff types of porn. i see him as the type of guy to stay on twitter still but also go to diff acc w diff kinds of porn in them.. call me crazy but i believe he also has a thing for tying up like heeseung. except this time its obv diff than the bondage on porn sites. he loves loves loves to watch videos of pretty ‘good girls’ getting punished on their daddies lap with their legs and arms tied up. loves to watch how their daddies make them sit on their faces so they can eat their cunts out for hours. also has a thing for full fucking session videos from start to beginning. is fully tuned in from the first few minutes of the make out session or the teasing till the final minute where both of them orgasm. might even be the type to start jerking himself off slowly in the beginning and make himself cum with the ppl on the video to get maximum satisfaction, then goes into a deep slumber cuz he’s been edging himself for a long time.

honourable mentions ! : twt videos that lean heavily towards ddlg content, bj videos, tit play videos (to feed into his lactation kink ! best believe he’s jerking off to a man sucking milky droplets off his girl’s nipples) and doggystyle compilations.

𖥻 SUNGHOON … he’s really into role play videos. idk how to explain this but i feel like he has a massive obsession with role play porn videos that are all scripted. a police officer x criminal porn video where the girl is the criminal and gets cuffed and fucked over the chief’s table just does it for him. his interests also drift towards pet play… has a thing for pet play kind of videos & cute pet like outfits like cat ears :( really has a huge thing for calling a pretty girl kitty it just makes him cum so quickly & so so hard. when the video contains roleplaying and punishment? he’s so gone. give him a video where it’s a professor / teacher x student roleplay porn and his hands will be around his cock in a second. his obsession is so deep rooted he’s willing to go into the sketchiest sites just to find the full versions of the videos he sees that are frustratingly teasers / half way through. he’s also a freak for ‘stuck inside the washing machine’ type shit (so yes to step-cest roleplaying videos). it just adds up in my head tbh cuz it’s freakhoon we’re talking about. bcs of his obsession with roleplaying and pet play… he also sometimes falls down a horny rabbit hole of 3D hentai.. that’s furry porn. he will never admit this but he came so hard to furry / wildlife porn especially when he found werewolf & human porn. best nut of his life the second he saw the knot orgasm. again will never admit this bcs the post nut clarity hit him so hard he didn’t jerk off for five days straight after that. (anyone interested in werewolf hoon? omegaverse hoon?).

honourable mentions ! : also into fucking machine videos, furry breeding videos, roleplaying hentai videos and anal compilations (no i will not elaborate for now.)

𖥻 JUNGWON the only thought that comes into my head when i think about the type of porn that will get won off is tits. doesn’t matter what kind of video he’s watching as long as there’s tit play is involved he’s so gone. loves and adores to watch videos of either boob play & jerking off or missionary with milfs (yes has a huge thing for milfs) where the camera pov is from above and he has the perfect angle of their cunt & tits bouncing. though he might have a thing for tits & female body worship… cock worship gets him off so well. just seeing a girl get so cockdrunk with a guy slapping his leaking dick on the side of her cheek makes him so fucking hard. like jake, jungwon’s porn videos depend on his mood and how he’s feeling like. if he needs a quick nut he’ll go to his favourite website and click on whatever appears for him first cuz he has an acc and the algorithm already knows the kind of filth he watches. (he’s a dedicated consumer, has an acc on every site and might even go as far as to downloading porn site apps & following their twt accs) but if he is looking for a long session where he can take his time then best believe he’s watching a whole homemade movie. loves to watch videos from beginning to end with all different positions and angles and multiple orgasms. also tends to have a thing for following along and experiencing everything in the video. but then again he also strikes me as the guy to also watch tit play compilations… for sure has a lactation kink and lives to get off of boob sucking videos & maybe even adult breastfeeding. either way… everything depends on his mood.

honourable mentions ! : 69 compilations, cowgirl compilations especially ones where the guy starts to suck on the girl’s boobs, pussy fingering orgasm videos, deep throating.

again thank u for sending this ask !! <3

#enhypen x reader #enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #enhypen hard thoughts #heeseung smut #jake smut #sunghoon smut #jungwon smut #jay smut #park jongseong x reader #lee heeseung x reader #sim jaeyun x reader #park sunghoon x reader #yang jungwon x reader #enha hard thoughts #enha hard hours #asks & responses <3

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dollyswishingwell · 2 months ago

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Hiiiii haha i love your works sm! A first time request here: yandere LADS guy with a reader that slowly becomes afraid of them instead of continuously fighting it or gaining Stockholm Syndrome?? Like atp they just force themselves to live a life with them despite their fingers trembling in fear

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ Fear

𝒲𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 ˙⋆✮ Rafayel, Zayne, Xavier, Sylus, Caleb

𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒/𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 ˙⋆✮ yandere, angst? they’re a bit insane, darker than usual guys

> ࣪𖤐.ᐟ Your obedient out of fear

𝙍𝙖𝙛𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙡 °‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

- You smile like a doll now. You laugh at his jokes even when you’re on the verge of tears.

- “Pretty little puppet,” he teases. “Did someone finally teach you your role?”

- He knows you’re scared. And he loves it.

- You used to scream when he locked the doors. Now you just quietly press your back against them and lower your head.

- He paints you constantly. Tells you to hold still. “Pretend you’re not scared.”

- You do. Because you’re terrified of what he’ll do if you don’t.

- Raf kisses your trembling fingers and whispers,

“You’re even more beautiful when you know you can’t leave me.”

- You’re not his wife anymore. You’re his masterpiece.

𝙕𝙖𝙮𝙣𝙚 ⋆꙳•❅‧*₊⋆☃︎ ‧*❆ ₊⋆

- He notices the way your fingers shake when he brushes your hair, and he gently stills them with a soft, “You’re safe now. No one’s going to hurt you.”

- Nevermind the fact that he is the reason you flinch at your own shadow.

- You don’t fight anymore. You nod when he tells you to sit. You say thank you when he gives you vitamins.

- You smile at him. But it never reaches your eyes.

- And Zayne? Zayne notices. He sees the way you tense when he closes the door to his private clinic and locks it behind you. He sees how you go eerily quiet during checkups.

- So he starts scheduling more of them.

- “If you’re afraid, it means you need more time with me. You’re still healing. I’ll be here for all of it.”

𝙓𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙧 ⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆

- You used to curse him, threaten to run, plead for your old life. Now you sit in your penthouse like a beautiful ghost.

- You’re soft-spoken now. Obedient. Eyes always down. You never touch the windows. You don’t ask about the outside.

- Xavier kisses your temple like nothing’s wrong. “You’re so peaceful now, my love.”

- He thinks your silence is serenity. But you’re just… afraid.

- You sleep with your back to the wall. You never raise your voice. You wear the clothes he picks, eat the meals he makes. You act like a perfect little wife.

- But your heartbeat always gives you away. It spikes when he gets too close. He hears it every time.

- One day, he leans close and whispers:

- “Why do you still fear me, my heart? You know I’d never let anything happen to you. Not even death. Especially not death.”

𝙎𝙮𝙡𝙪𝙨 ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𓅨⋆｡°✩

- You thought being terrified would make him back off. You thought he’d ease up if he knew how scared you were.

- No. No, Sylus sees your fear and smiles.

- “Good. Fear means you understand now.”

- You’re too scared to look him in the eyes, and that delights him.

- You flinch when he enters the room. He hums, slowly wrapping his arms around you from behind, fingers grazing your throat.

- “Don’t worry, princess. I like it when you tremble.”

- You don’t scream anymore. You don’t run. You just stand there, stiff and obedient, nodding when he makes decisions for you.

- And in his mind, that’s proof of love.

- “You’re mine, no matter what you feel. That’s the beauty of it. Whether you adore me or fear me, you still belong to me.”

𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙗 ⋆｡ ‧˚ʚ🍎ɞ˚‧｡ ⋆

- You used to be his brightest star, his fearless little pipsqueak. Now you move like you’re made of glass.

- He doesn’t get angry. He just gets quiet. Watching. Calculating.

- “Did something… change?”

- But you won’t say anything. You just smile and tell him you’re tired. Or that you’re okay.

- You don’t resist anymore. You tuck yourself into bed when he tells you. You wear the dresses he picks out.

- And when he holds you, you go still in his arms, heart pounding like a cornered animal.

- He notices. Oh, he notices.

- So he holds you tighter. Kisses your temple. Murmurs things like:

- “There’s nowhere safer than right here. I’ll never let anyone near you again.”

- And it terrifies you. Because you know he’s not lying.

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mickyschumacher · 1 month ago

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Hola can you write about the aphrodisiac chocolates with Dean Huijsen?

I don’t know if you don’t like repeating same ideas but it’s okay.

Sorry English not my first language

love game

pairing: dean huijsen x bsf!fem!reader

summary: you and dean were never going to admit you were in love. but his teammate has other plans. or in which dean really should thank jude for his gift.

warnings: 18+ (minors dni), best friends to lovers, accidental consumption of aphrodisiacs through chocolates, unprotected sex (wrap it bby), p in v, mutual orgasms, teasing, hand job, consent checks, possessiveness, fluff, "LOVE CONFESSIONS" she screams as if it's something new // sorta proof-read

word count: 3.4k+

a/n: atp i might as well create an aphrodisiacs masterlist 😭 it'll have pedri, oscar, hector, and now dean. anyways.... I LOVED THIS ONE! ugh, i love repeating the same ideas bc they're sooo good! ty for requesting, hope you enjoy ♡︎

🏎️ masterlist | ⚽️ masterlist

As far as best friends go, you and Dean had many things in common. You both liked football, only you preferred to watch and he preferred to play. Both of you were foodies, except you would never trust him in the kitchen. Both of you also loved each other but you would never ever admit it. And you both had a sweet tooth – the most important of facts, of course.

Jude, his new teammate, had grown tired of you two very quickly. Obliviously in love yet never acting on it. He had especially grown tired of the six foot four boy grumbling every two seconds about how he wished you didn't come to his matches because you'd leave with five new numbers in your phone.

Hence, Jude completely and totally innocently had handed you both a box of chocolates he had gotten from his break, smiled widely, and said, "Enjoy."

To be honest, Jude was gonna use them for himself but he figured you and Dean would benefit from them more. It was only up to the both of you to read the labels.

Which, of course, you didn't.

You and Dean had sat in his house, watching Peaky Blinders after you forced him to. His parents were out somewhere in the midst of Spain. You lounged on the couch, picking up another chocolate from the box on the coffee table.

You hummed with content. "These are so good!" You moaned quietly. "Where did Jude get these again?"

You furrowed your brows when you heard no response from Dean. You turned your head, looking over at him. He wasn't even watching the show! His cheeks and ears were slightly red, forehead a bit dewy. Sleep eyes staring hard at the coffee table.

"Dean?"

He blinked, turning to you. "Hmm? Sorry, what did you say?"

"Nothing," you dismissed, waving your hand. "You good? You look like you're gonna be sick or something."

Dean ran a hand through his hair, sucking in a sharp breath. He felt strange. "I don't know... I feel... let me just..." he leaned forward, grabbing the box of chocolates in front of him. He turned over the lid, reading words carefully.

Warning: these are aphrodisiac chocolates! Consume with caution. Recommended serving amount is two. Effects last between thirty minutes to three hours, depending on consumption.

Dean mended his brows, turning to you. "What are aphrodisiacs?"

You could feel yourself choke on the air around you. You coughed, soon rubbing your chest as you snatched the box out of his hands. Urgently, you read over the same warning he had just read. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," you cussed.

"What?" Dean queried, concern starting to simmer under his burning skin.

"Sex chocolates," you stated, cheeks beginning to flame, "Jude gave us sex chocolates."

Dean's lips parted. Oh? Oh. That's what he was feeling. His eyes fell down to your clenched thighs and he felt an involuntary shudder rip through him. His mouth dried. "I... what do we do?"

"D-Do?" You asked, eyes wide at the double meaning. You swallowed thickly. You stood up quickly. "Nothing! Just– stay seated on this couch. I'll move to that one. We can just wait it out."

Dean raised a brow, watching you move. Between the both of you, you had at least consumed five of those chocolates. Who knew how long this was going take?

You breathed out slowly, nestling into the new spot on the couch, eyes reverting back to the TV screen. This was going to be fine. Just fine...

Things were not fine.

Forty minutes had passed and the chocolates were really beginning to take effect. You couldn't even repeat what had happened in the show for the past ten minutes.

Your skin burned, evident by the surfaced rosy flush and the endless amount of warmth. Your thighs were pressed together tightly, hoping none of the arousal pooling in your core would leak out.

Dean wasn't having it any better than you. In fact, he had been experiencing the effects far longer than you have. He was breathless twenty minutes ago. He too was no longer paying attention to the show. He was too busy looking over at you, trying to pretend nothing was happening.

His imagination... it was running wild. Dean had these thoughts about you before. How you'd feel around him. Your touch on his body. Your warmth seeping through his fingers. How you looked turned on. But this was just making it worse.

He couldn't help it.

His fingers had been teasing the bulge in his sweatpants for too long, letting small teasing waves of dizzying pleasure rip through him. It was uncomfortable. The pent up desire. He was sweating far too much from doing nothing.

His hand pushed past the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers, hooded eyes still on you as he gripped his cock. His mouth fell open, eyes briefly shutting. Oh fuck. His hips lurched at the small touch.

God, what were in those chocolates?

Dean brought his hand up to his mouth, letting his spit fall into his palm. The warm liquid trickled down his length from the tip while he glided his hand down. He bit down his lip, rubbing the fluid up and down the base of his cock.

Your ears perked at the small whimpers in the air. Your stomach churned. You moved your head slowly towards the noise. Please, for the love of God... don't tell me...

Your lips parted, eyes wide at the blue eyes looking back at you. Your eyes fell to his cock peaking from his sweatpants, his tip red and leaking. "D-Dean," you squeaked out.

Dean moaned louder, shameless, head falling back into the couch. His hand pumped his shaft, hips lifting slightly off the couch. "Yes, say my name like that."

"I..." you swallowed, pressing your thighs together even tighter. "You need to stop," you said, trying to be firm but only coming out weak as your eyes were fixated on the way he pushed his sweatpants down further, revealing his long cock even more, veins decorating the underside.

Just like how you had imagined it.

"I can't," Dean panted, face reddening. "I've been thinking about this for years. Jerking off in front of you. With you. Fucking you. These chocolates aren't fucking helping," he grunted, slowing his hand down to stop the pace bringing him so close already.

"B-But we're friends," you maintained, adjusting in your seat to only feel your breasts brush against your shirt in just the right way. His words... how familiar were they to what you imagined?

A strained laugh fell from Dean's lips and it made the blooming burn in your lower stomach only stronger. Those smile lines were driving your crazy. "Friends?" He rasped out, thumb grazing over his tip, pre-cum still leaking out. "A friend should help out others in need," he said, eyes falling back to you.

You chewed on your lip, trying to decide what to listen to. The only logical part left in your brain or your heart that turned on all your sensations in your body to the max.

"Oh, fuck," Dean cursed, hand speeding up. "Those lips. I love when you bite them. Makes me want to consume you, cariño."

A shiver travelled down your spine. You couldn't think anymore. You sucked in a sharp breath, moving the couch with your wobbly legs. You could feel Dean's eyes hone in on your every move as you inched towards him.

Dean's breathing loudened, a quiet moan escaping his lips while your legs fell on either side of him, straddling him. His jaw went slack as you removed your shirt. God, you were braless and sitting on his cock.

"You're going to kill me," he moaned, hands hesitantly falling to your waist. Shit. You felt good under his touch, warm. Like you belonged.

You dipped your head closer to Dean, lips barely inches away, forehead resting on his. "I'm so wet, Dean," you almost sobbed out the confession, leaving him gripping your waist tightly. "I need you so bad."

Dean's head fell back to the couch, moans tumbling from his lips as you ground your clothed pussy against his cock. How long had he waited to hear that? How many dreams did he have where you sat on him like this?

He lifted himself back up, moving on hand to hold your jaw, forcing you to look at him in the eye. "Tell me it's not just the chocolates," he breathed, teeth sinking in to his bottom lip out of desperation. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't do this if you were just horny from some stupid aphrodisiacs.

"Please," he begged, pushing a hair behind your ears.

You mewled at his plea. You nodded numbly, body cowering under his darkened gaze. "Not just the chocolates. You're right. We're not just friends. Friends don't love each other like this."

Dean grunted at the roll of your hips against it. He leaned closer to your lips, only a millimetre away. "Say it," he whispered.

"I love you."

A moan fell from his lips, cock twitching underneath you, aching to be touched. "Again," he pleaded, chest heaving.

"I love you. I'm yours."

Music to his hears.

Dean pressed his lips to yours. His body yelled at him to hurry but he couldn't. Even on aphrodisiacs, he knew this was the first kiss of your relationship. And he wanted to make it count.

Your lips were even softer than he had imagined. So warm, so plump. He was on fire. Molten lava at your touch. He shuddered at the feel of your fingers sneaking past the hem of his shirt, tugging at it to come off. He grazed your bare skin, sending a new rush of burning embers and want through you.

He moaned softly as you pulled his shirt up, lips only parting for a mere second to get it fully off before Dean kissed you again. He wasn't lying. He was consuming you, tongue pushing past your mouth to explore every unknown part, wanting become well acquainted you.

Dean wanted to complain when you pulled away but you ventured to hear his inconsistent breaths fall into a series of pleasurable gasps as your swollen lips made their way down his neck. His hand fell to the back of your neck, holding you close as possible.

"Shit," he swore, eyes fluttering shut as you kissed his neck. His fingers tightened on your waist, your ample flesh pushing past his hands. "I need to feel you," he mumbled, delirious. "Feel your pussy."

Your grin hung loose on your face as you pulled away from him. You could feel him watch you carefully while you peeled out of your pants and underwear slowly, leaving you bare in front of him – only the necklace he got you for your birthday adorning you.

"So fucking perfect," Dean rasped, standing up from the couch. His hands trailed over your body like he wanted to memorise everything. Every curve. The feel of your breasts. The smoothness of your skin. The way your hips dipped. Shit, he might've been dreaming. He grabbed you by the waist and sat you down. He sunk down on his knees and smiled.

You gasped at the intrusion of cold air against your pussy as Dean spread your legs open. He looked distraught. Torn. Ruined. You were leaking profusely. So wet. These aphrodisiacs had you positively glistening.

"Can I taste you?" Dean queried, blue eyes looking up at you.

You swallowed, frantically nodding. "Please."

Dean smiled at your desperate need before pushing his head between your legs and taking one long stripe of your pussy. The taste.. fuck, it felt heavenly. Maybe it was nothing, but to him, so so sweet. "Taste so good, baby," he groaned.

His large hands clasped around your thighs, bringing you closer to him. His nose glided with your pussy, grazing past your clit before his tongue delve into your wet folds.

Your mouth fell open, hips jerking and squirming in Dean's bruising hold. His tongue felt so warm, lapping up all your slick, plunging into every crevice. Your hand fell to his hair, gripping it tightly while pushing his head further into you if it was possible.

His moans vibrated through your core making your body shudder. "Shit, Dean," you cussed, grinding your hips against his face. "Just like that, cariño."

Dean grunted with appreciation at the endearment, tongue moving up to swirl around your clit. He smirked at the feel of you quivering around him. Cheekily, his teeth grazed the bundle of nerve, giving it a small pinch.

You yelped in returned, feeling the coil in your stomach beginning to unravel. "Dean... I..." you breathed, unable to complete your sentence as your eyes began to roll.

His voice was muffled in your pussy but you could still hear it.

"Let go."

Your body shook as your orgasm hit you blindly. Your vision turned white with the waves of pleasures rolling over you. Your hips lifted taking every last inch of the sensation.

"Shit," you breathed out, head falling back to the couch as Dean pulled away, giving you a couple of minutes to relax.

He smiled, hovering over you before leaning in to press his lips against yours. "Did so well, baby," he murmured, letting you taste yourself while his fingers idly drew circles on your bare skin.

Your clit throbbed and your pussy pulsed around nothing. "These aphrodisiacs are killing me," you mumbled, voice heavy already.

"You're telling me," Dean snorted, bringing your attention to his cock which was still half slung out of his sweatpants and boxers. His cock was harder than ever after edging himself, standing tall and angry, dribbling with arousal.

"Poor baby," you cooed, pulling his sweatpants down to finally leave him as bare as you. "Need some help?" You teased, bringing your hands to his face, leaving a kiss in the corner of his lips.

Dean narrowed his eyes playfully. "Have your fun now. You won't be speaking by the time I'm finished."

Your thighs clenched yet again at his words. You smiled gently, leaning over to bring your hand to his cock, lips quirking at his sharp inhale of air. "Promise?"

"Oh fuck," he gasped, feeling your thumb collect all his pre-cum. "Promise, I promise," he breathed out.

Dean didn't take a second longer to get you sitting on him once again. You both quietly moaned at the feel of his cock rubbing against your pussy, lathering him in all your wetness.

"Do you want a condom?" Dean asked, biting down his lip at the feeling of you bare.

You shook your head, breathing lowly. "I don't think I can wait. Unless you want to, of course."

He also shook his head. "I think about this all the time. Just getting off without ever putting it in. Leaving you begging," Dean whispered against your lips, pleased at the sight of your hazed eyes.

His hands fell to your waist. You licked your lips, looking down at where you both met. "Just take it slow at the start, okay? I need some time to adjust."

Dean's eyes softened while his ego grew. "Of course," he murmured, pressing a chaste kiss on your lips. He swallowed the saliva in his mouth, looking at you. "Ready?"

You smiled and nodded. "Ready."

The tip of Dean's cock nudged at your entrance, slowly pushing a few inches of him into you. You breathed slowly, pleasure trickling up and down your body already.

"Okay?" Dean queried, stopping himself from moving.

"Yeah. Just a small stretch. I need more," you mewled, fingernails grazing over his lower stomach.

Dean sucked in a sharp breath, pushing his hips a little further so half of his cock was fully situated within you. He moaned to himself. You were so warm. So tight already around him. He was craving to feel you, he could've sworn he felt dizzy.

You could feel Dean's cock tease the right spot in your walls. You were sure all of him would feel so good. Leaving you panting like a dog. You wanted him to ruin you. "More."

Dean could feel his resolve weaken entirely as he pushed his cock fully into your pussy, feeling every part of you around him. "Oh my fucking God," he swore. You felt unreal.

You gasped at the tingle in your pussy. You were right. "So big and long," you whispered out, breathless. "Feels so good, Dean."

"Y-Yeah?" He queried, feeling his cock twitch at your words while his hands gripped your waist tightly. Fuck, you were going to kill him. Undo him. Christ, he needed to move.

"Fóllame," you moaned out. "Ruin me, please."

That was all Dean needed. He groaned against your skin, beginning to snap his hips at your command. He rutted against you, pushing his aching cock against your walls that gripped him like a vice. He brought his mouth your lips, swallowing the moans that looked like they were going to burst out of you.

Your moans were no longer moans. They became sobs as Dean's rhythm became less frantic but purposeful. Each thrust was a deep roll, like he wanted to you to feel every inch of you, every gasp, every quiver of your body as he fucked you for the first time.

Dean held you close to him, turning the both of you so you laid flat on the couch, letting you feel him even deeper while his hand slid form your waist to your back, keeping you steady. The other found yours, intertwining your fingers, reminding the both of you how important this was.

This wasn't the effect of some sex chocolates.

This was years and years of denial and desire. Every thrust reminding you how many times Dean had talked himself out of kissing you. Every moan reminding you how many times you said that being more than friends would ruin everything.

How could it ruin anything when it felt this good?

Dean kissed the column of your throat, moaning against your skin. "Feel so fucking good, mi princesa," he breathed loudly, losing himself as he fucked you.

You whimpered, mouth falling open when you felt Dean's thumb on your clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves in small, tight circles. "Dean," you gasped out, stomach churning once again. "I'm close."

Dean's thrusts only became deeper and quicker, his own climax starting to bubble. The sound of the couch rustled beneath the both of you. The large quiet house seemed small around you. The both of you in your own world: just you and him.

He lifted his head from your neck, looking into your eyes. "Come. I want to see you come on my cock. All because of me. All because you're mine," he grunted.

You moaned in response, the pleasure ripping through you in sharp waves. Your body shook against him, back arching off the couch. Only seconds later, with a ragged breath, did Dean also come, hand moving from your back to your waist, holding you tightly to him as his hips stuttered. Your name tumbled from his lips, low and desperate – reverent.

Dean was right. You couldn't speak.

You both collapsed against one another, breathless. Your soft pants filled the silence and finally, the weight of something real between the both of you settled between your ribs.

You pressed your forehead to Dean's, smiling softly. Your skin was still hot and burning. How much of it was from those chocolates... you had no idea. Exhaustion and disbelief travelled through your body.

Dean only smiled back, holding you so close to him like you were going to disappear. "I can believe it took sex chocolates to get you to admit you love me," he murmured.

You rolled your eyes, giving him a small nudge in his rib. "Me? You were the one who'd stand outside my window, debating on whether you'd tell me."

Dean's lips parted, cheeks still flushed while he recalled those nights. "You knew? I thought I was being quiet."

"You're six foot four," you grinned, brushing his messy dark blonde hair to the side. You softly rubbed his cheek, connecting the odd freckles on his face together. "I don't think any part of you is quiet."

Dean sighed, pressing a small kiss on your forehead. "Well, what's done is done. I'm yours now. Too late to get rid of me."

His chest warmed at your laugh. You breathed in slowly, kissing him once more on the lips – the action sweet and tender. "I wouldn't want anything else."

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