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meowgumi10 · 2 days ago

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Husband!Sukuna NSFW alphabet (request!)

Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

-he’s kind, cleans you up and maybe asks Uraume to run you both a nice bath

-he likes to keep a hand on your lower stomach, he loves the idea of getting you pregnant

-he just admires you if you sleep straight after, the woman he loves and adores

Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

-on you it would be your eyes, he can see every emotion and most importantly they’re beautiful

-he loves eye contact durning sex, or even when you two are just talking

-on himself it’s probably his arms, he’s able to cuddle you perfectly (especially if this is true form sukuna)

-his hands are large and his biceps even bigger so he can carry you around, hold you, protect you

Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

-he cums way to much, like it gets to a point

-it’s thick and creamy, like double cream (the closet thing i could think of )

-he LOVES filling you up, and will every single time

-with you he loves the taste of you, will slurp it all up after devouring you

Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

-he’s into bondage but is always afraid of scaring you, the last thing he wants is to scare the love of his life

-he loves shibari, definitely has some books on it

-would love to see the bright red rope wrapping around you in intimate ways, allowing him to open you up in anyway he likes

-he has the red rope but is always reluctant to bring it up

Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

-knows what’s he doing honestly

-he’s very familiar with the human body, especially a woman’s and not just in a sexual sense (bros a cannibal)

-he’s not all that experienced in ‘making love’ but he definitely figures it out for you

Favorite position (this goes without saying)

-missionary, mating press, spoon fucking (cuddling and fucking at the same time)

-anything that keeps you two close and makes it intimate

-he likes cowgirl but only if your really pressed up against him, his arms around you as he kisses you softly

-he doesn’t mind letting you set your own pace

Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

-I think he’s more serious, for him sex with you is him showing his love and his love is definitely serious for you

- he does like teasing, he might occasionally make fun of you if you whine too much

-though if you weren’t as serious he’d definitely play along

Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

-he doesn’t give a single fuck

-he never touches it, lets it grow and do whatever it likes

-but if you do get annoyed he’d trim it

-of course his pubes are pink like his head hair

Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

-so romantic you might actually cry sometimes

-on a regular basis he’s sweet and intimate, but if it’s your birthday or an anniversary he goes all out

-candles, roses, new sheets, he might even take you to a big fancy hotel so he doesn’t have to worry about cleaning up after

-he loves you and communicates that’s clearly

Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

-before you he had at least 5 girls that were always on stand by and of course after you two got together there was only you

-he probably hasn’t jacked off since he started getting girls, he doesn’t like how his own hand feels anyway

Kink (one or more of their kinks)

-breeding kink 10000%

-he doesn’t care about gender actually he’ll still try and get you pregnant (or at least fuck you like he is)

-hot take but I think he’d like to be dominated sometimes, not as in get peggged (well maybe) but he’d let you take charge and do whatever you like with him

-maybe even dacraphilia, if he saw you crying from pure pleasure he might cum in the spot.

-the fact that he’s making you feel so good you just start to cry would definitely be a thing he loves

Location (favorite places to do the do)

-anywhere in the house honestly, he prefers the bed but you two have definitely fucked in every room

-I’m not sure about public places, I think he’s too possessive over that,plus he wants you to always be comfortable

-if you’re into it he might do it but typically he wouldn’t

-he might love a jacuzzi or the ocean/sea (imaging the twilight scene rn), it just feels very romantic

-but no matter what he’d never let anyone see your body

Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

-seeing you be confident would definitely get to him

-if you do something for him, like bake him a cake or pack him a nice lunch, then you’ll definitely be getting it

-of course seeing you in something sexy gets him, but if you two have kids and he sees you just in a t shirt and some shorts as you cook breakfast for him and the kids he’d go crazy

-he loves that domestic image of you

No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

-like I said before he won’t let anyone see you let alone touch you so threesomes are a big no

-he wouldn’t like hurting you, like really hurting you, he wouldn’t mind some spanking and light choking but anything past that wouldn’t be appealing to him

Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

-he of course loves to receive, if you decide to go down on him with your perfect mouth then he’s over the moon

-but he gives head like a dog, he loves eating you out and would make you cum at least 3 times before letting you go

-he loves your pussy and it’s heavenly taste

Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

-he’s a slow and sensual type, he’d do fast and rough on rare occasions where he needs to really let some stress out

-he’s a romantic when it comes to you so he’d be slow with his thrusts and talk you through it nicely

Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

-they’re not his favourite, he’d do it if you want one but it wouldn’t be his suggestion

-he likes to take his time with you

Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

-he’d try most kinks, but he of course has limits

-if your super kinky he’s into it, he’d love a nympho wife, but if you’re more vanilla he also likes that.

-No matter what he always makes sure you’re into it

Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

-this guy doesn’t stop, he could honestly go all night

-he has a high stamina, like really high (all that gym paying off)

-there’s been times where you’ve almost passed out but he was still going like it was only the second round

Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

-like I mentioned before he has rope, he might use a remote control vibrator on you sometimes for fun but only around the house

-he’d have sexy outfits for both you and him, stuff for role play and such

-I don’t think he’s big on toys but he doesn’t mind them

Unfair (how much they like to tease)

-he’s playful and likes to tease, especially durning foreplay or just when flirting with you

-he might like to hear you tell him you belong to him so he makes you say it so you can cum

-he can be teasing but he’s not horrible about it

Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

-he’s a big talker of course, sometimes he just won’t stop talking

-now he’s not ashamed to moan but he’s more of a growler/groaner

-his voice is so sexy so any noise he makes is perfect

Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

-he has a thing for chubby girls so if your plus sized hes the man for you

-it’s honestly my favourite trope, massive gym guy with a chubby girl (we need more representation fr)

-and durning sex he likes to watch things…bounce

X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

-he’s big, like a person of course he’s massive but damn

-as a human let’s say he’s about 6’4, he’s very buff I mean he attends the gym religiously, so his cock… it’s a monster

-you were kinda very scared your first time together but he was patient with you

-of course deep in your relationship you can take it like a boss

Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

-he needs you 24/7, he is able to control himself but most of the time he doesn’t want you

-he’s down bad, I mean he married you and sukuna isn’t an easy guy to tie down like that

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cosmicmunsonwrites · 10 hours ago

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best friend!rafe cameron having a rough day so since he doesn’t know what else to do to take the edge off he sneaks into his bsf room while she’s studying and cuddle her (fluffy)

when everythings wrong, you make it right

best friend!rafe cameron x innocent!virgin!fem!reader

cw — fluff

summary — after a stressful day of dealing with business, rafe seeks comfort from his best friend.

authors note — thank you for the request love!! i hope this is okay cause i wrote it all little quick. this can be read as a standalone but is aprt of my best friend!rafe au which can be found in my rafe cameron masterlist. please request more!!!

do not copy or post my work anywhere else.

rafe was so done everything. it seemed like everyone was just testing his patience and he didn’t have very much to begin with. today was supposed to be a simple business day until barry decided to fuck it all up and order the wrong shipments of parts they needed. then him lying about it was his final straw.

he was the main owner of their shared business, so of course he had to be the one to make the call to the company and deal with being on hold for hours until a representative could speak with him. on top of that, the supplied they actually needed were now out of stock because his partner had waited too long. the moment he hung up, him and barry got into it over him being too irresponsible.

to say the least, he was overstimulated and he just needed to unwind. he found himself getting into his truck and speeding down the route he’d memorized so well over the last few months.

he shuffled through his keys and opened up the front door. of course he had his own key to your place. how else was he supposed to check on you and keep you safe? he locked it behind himself and quickly sped up the stairs to your room.

without knocking or even announcing his presence, he opened the door and let himself in. you gasped at the sight of him out of shock and placed a hand on your heart. “hi, rafey. you scared me,” you said softly.

he smiled at you, his entire mood shifting almost instantly. “didn’t mean to, sweetheart,” he mumbled while kicking off his shoes and moving to lay beside you in your bed. you were surrounded by textbooks with an open notebook in your lap and a pen in hand, scribbling down whatever notes you were reading about.

“what are you doing here? i thought you were meant to be at the office a little longer,” you asked curiously, writing down some stuff you’d just remembered.

he shrugged and moved one of the books from under him. “jus’ needed to see you. had a long day.”

you frowned and shut your notebook. “wanna talk about it? or we can watch a movie? or maybe go get ice cream?”

rafe smiled softly to himself and turned his head to admire you. you were always so thoughtful. “c’mere. i just wanna lay with you for a bit.”

you returned his smile before carefully gathering your textbooks and slowly placing them on the bedside table. you crawled underneath the comforters beside him and cuddled close into his side. one of his arms instinctively wrapped around your waist while the one on the other side of him rested on his stomach.

he inhaled the scent of your shampoo and immediately felt himself relax. he could die a very happy man right in this spot. it was as if nothing else mattered when he was with you. suddenly, he was unsure why he was ever even mad in the first place.

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midnight-shadow-cafe · 2 days ago

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Night Owl

Pairing:Task Force 141 x Wife!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, sleep-deprived soldiers, excessive love and affection, soft Task Force 141 boys, poly if you really squint

Author's Note: I had so much fun writing this (I work nights and this is what my family stumbles upon when it comes to me lol) also, you’re Simon’s Wife🙂‍↕️

Masterlist

MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+

The house was quiet, save for the low hum of the television in the living room. It wasn’t late for you—not by your standards—but for your husband, it was the dead of night. The world outside was silent, the sky a deep navy, and the only light in the room came from the glow of your laptop screen and a few dim lamps you had turned on to avoid waking anyone.

You had been working the night shift for months now, your internal clock flipped completely. While your husband, Simon, along with his team—who you had definitely fallen head over heels for—was used to unpredictable schedules, it still threw them off when they came home and found you awake, fully immersed in some new project at ungodly hours.

Tonight was no different.

John was the first to stir. His years in the military made him a light sleeper, so the faint rustling of paper and the quiet muttering to yourself pulled him from sleep. Blinking blearily, he glanced at the clock. 2:47 AM. He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face before sitting up.

Padding into the living room, he found you hunched over the coffee table, a pile of colorful yarn in front of you, fingers fumbling with a crochet hook. Your brow was furrowed in concentration, tongue peeking out slightly as you tried to master the intricate loops.

“…What are you doing, love?” he asked, voice gruff with sleep but laced with affection.

You looked up, grinning. “Learning how to crochet. Figured I’d make a blanket for the couch.”

John stared at you for a long moment, then exhaled a soft chuckle as he ran a hand through his disheveled hair. “Of course you are.” His eyes softened, admiring how adorable you looked bathed in the warm glow of the lamp.

Just as he was about to sit down beside you, another presence shuffled into the room. Simon, still half-asleep, padded in wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and an old hoodie, his familiar skull mask nowhere in sight. His messy blond hair stuck out in different directions, and his eyes, though heavy with sleep, immediately found you.

He blinked slowly, taking in the scene—the pile of yarn, John sitting nearby, and you in the middle of it all.

“…Why?” he asked simply, his voice low and raspy.

You shrugged, giving him a playful smile. “Keeps my hands busy. Besides, the couch could use a cozy touch.”

Simon stared for a second longer before shaking his head with a soft, fond sigh. “Thought I was dreaming when I smelled coffee. ‘S too late for this, luvie. You’re mad.”

You rolled your eyes as he made his way into the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water. Moments later, he slumped onto the couch beside you, his large frame sinking into the cushions. Without a word, he pulled you closer, one arm wrapped lazily around your waist, his head resting against your shoulder.

You smiled, feeling the warmth of his affection despite his sleepy state. Picking up the half-finished crochet piece, you shoved it into his hands.

“You wanna learn?” you asked, eyes twinkling with mischief.

Simon sighed deeply but didn’t push it away. “You’re lucky I love you,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over your hand.

A quiet laugh escaped your lips as you replied, “More like I’m lucky I married you.”

Before Simon could retort, footsteps echoed from down the hall. Johnny and Kyle had apparently heard the commotion, neither willing to be left out. Johnny, with his hair a complete mess, rubbed at his face as he stumbled in, while Kyle trailed behind, wrapped in a blanket, his eyes barely open.

“Are we having a bloody crochet party at three in the morning?” Kyle mumbled, voice thick with sleep but tinged with amusement.

You grinned. “Technically, yes.”

Johnny plopped onto the floor next to you, peeking at the tutorial on your laptop. “Ah, hell, might as well learn somethin’ while I’m up.”

“Think you mean, fail to learn something,” Kyle quipped with a smirk, earning a shove from Johnny.

The room filled with soft laughter, the kind that warmed your chest. Simon’s hand absentmindedly traced slow circles on your back, while John settled beside you with a steaming cup of tea he’d made. Kyle and Johnny wrestled briefly over who got the bigger ball of yarn before ultimately giving up and sharing.

Hours passed, filled with quiet chatter, failed crochet attempts, and laughter. You showed them how to make loops and chains, guiding their hands when they struggled. Johnny’s project ended up looking more like a tangled mess than anything coherent, but he was proud nonetheless. Kyle managed to make a lopsided square, grinning when you praised him.

Simon, surprisingly, picked it up quickly, though he pretended not to care. Every now and then, he’d glance at you, watching how your face lit up when explaining something. John, meanwhile, stuck to sipping his tea, occasionally offering words of encouragement but mostly enjoying the peaceful chaos.

By the time the first rays of sunlight began to creep through the curtains, the living room looked like a cozy disaster zone. Balls of yarn were scattered everywhere, half-finished projects lay abandoned, and the boys were slumped in various positions.

John had given up and was leaning against the arm of the couch, his head tilted back, the infamous beanie covering his face. Simon was nestled against your side, his fingers still loosely curled around a tangled ball of yarn, soft snores escaping him. Johnny and Kyle were sprawled out on the floor, half-asleep, their attempted crochet projects tossed aside as they cuddled under a shared blanket.

You smiled, heart full, and pressed a gentle kiss to Simon’s temple. Setting your own project aside, you stood, grabbing pillows and extra blankets. Carefully, you placed them around your boys, tucking them in. You made sure Johnny and Kyle were cozy, pulling the blanket up to their chins. John, half-awake, murmured a soft, “Thanks, love,” as you placed a pillow behind his head.

Finally, you curled back onto the couch beside Simon, his arms instinctively wrapping around you. His face, even in sleep, was peaceful, the usual hard lines softened. You buried your face in his chest, feeling his heartbeat steady and calm.

“This is perfect,” you whispered, though no one was awake to hear it.

Even if it meant crocheting at three in the morning, it was moments like these that made everything worth it—surrounded by the men you loved, feeling safe, cherished, and utterly at peace.

Hope you enjoyed! Please consider liking and reposting! -Midnight💜

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idontactuallywrite · 2 days ago

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on the edge of more; choi seunghyun

pairing co-star!choi seunghyun (t.o.p) x f!reader

contains pining for older co-star!choi seunghyun, reader is in her mid twenties or smt, age gap, slowburn, not-so unrequited love, smoking n drinking, YEARNINGGG, reader being down bad (understandably)

word count 2.6k

note PART 2 IS HERE rly appreciate all the love the first part got thank u <3 this was longer than i thought i had the biggest writer's block but finally managed through it

part 1 part 2

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THE WORK DINNER WAS meant to be a celebration—a small, intimate gathering to mark the successful completion of the project. Only the staff, cast, and a few select crew members had been invited. It wasn’t a night for grand speeches, but rather a simple appreciation for everyone’s hard work.

There had been a few exchanges of words before your arrival about the gathering among your colleagues, but it wasn’t until you stepped foot into the restaurant that you realized it had been carefully curated. The venue was beautifully decorated, with candlelit tables and a cozy, inviting atmosphere that made you feel like part of something intimate, something special.

You came to learn that it was all his idea. Seunghyun had personally arranged and booked the restaurant, ensuring the evening went smoothly—down to the smallest detail. His thoughtfulness made your heart swell. There was something about the way he took charge—a trait in a man that never failed to make you swoon. The quiet authority he carried made him even more admirable.

You weren’t the only one who noticed. You could hear the female staff whispering and giggling here and there. Though you were seated too far away to catch their conversation, you were certain they were gushing over him. Could you blame them? You were just as down bad.

There were subtle moments when he’d check in on people, ensuring everyone had a drink in hand, the way he politely but firmly kept the night on track. A few exchanged glances and smiles passed between the two of you. His smile was polite but carefully measured, nothing more than a brief flicker. But every time he smiled, the dimples in his cheeks would appear, deepening the curve of his lips in a way that, despite the professional tone, still felt unexpectedly warm. The familiar tightening sensation gripped your stomach, and the stir of butterflies rose in your chest. He could do so little, yet make you feel so much.

It was strange—these feelings you couldn’t seem to brush off. The dimly lit room made his features almost glow, despite his age. His hair slicked back, looking sharp as always. His attire was simple, yet effortlessly stylish. His hand rested casually on the table, fingers long and lean, with a faint scar running across his knuckles. You tried to pry your eyes off it, but you couldn’t help imagining what it might feel like on your skin. Who were the lucky women he’d been with, to have had the chance to feel the works of his fin–

“Babysitting your drink again?” Your train of thought was cut off by a voice. You whipped your head toward the source and saw one of your co-stars sitting next to you. He noticed you hadn’t touched your drink and checked in on you, having noticed your lack of engagement in the conversation at the table.

You snorted at his teasing remark before thinking of a response—one that didn’t give away how you were too busy gawking at Seunghyun.

“We have all night. I’m not in a rush.” Your words were casual, but your eyes couldn’t resist darting back toward Seunghyun, who was entertaining a conversation with the director. Quickly, you snapped your gaze back to the man next to you, raising an eyebrow. “Are you underestimating me?”

One drink turned into two, then three, and before you knew it, you were leaning closer to your co-star, lost in the competition of it all. Giggles and silly jokes were exchanged between the two of you.

Your banter didn’t go unnoticed by Seunghyun, who was seated across the room. Taken by surprise at your sudden closeness to his junior, he observed the way your head rested comfortably on his shoulder, your giggles filling the air—giggles caused by someone else and not him.

He felt a tightening in his chest, an emotion he couldn’t quite define, especially when it came to you. It wasn't jealousy, it couldn't be affection. You've never been close enough for feelings to grow.

The sight of you so carefree with someone picked at his skin. It left him feeling uneasy—like he was falling behind, even though he wasn't part of the race. He was never part of the competition. You weren't his to stake a claim on.

Ever since you walked in, he found himself distracted by you more often than he should. Thankfully, as an actor, he had the talent to downplay it.

You were beautiful—there was no denying it. Tonight, you wore a black dress. Simple, yes, but it clung to you in a way that was anything but. The fabric molded to every curve, hugging your body in a way that made it impossible for him not to notice the swell of your hips, the slight dip of your waist. He knew you were aware of the effect you had on men.

He felt like he needed to do something. Anything. A pull to make you notice him in a way he wasn't sure even he deserved.

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Your skin was flushed, warmth radiating from your chest out to your limbs, the effects of the alcohol already seeping in. You may have let yourself loosen up a little too much tonight.

You needed air. The room felt too hot, too crowded. The noise, the laughter, the constant buzz—you were overwhelmed. You politely excused yourself to the people around and headed to the door.

The cool air greeted you as you stepped out, a sharp contrast to the heat of the room you left behind. You moved to a nearby corner, seeking a moment of silence. But to your surprise, you caught a glimpse of Seunghyun stepping toward you, a cigarette hanging loosely between his fingers. You swallowed thickly. You hadn’t even noticed he came out.

“How’s the night treating you?” His voice was low, smooth. He stopped a few feet away, studying you in a way that made your pulse jump. His eyes narrowed slightly, noticing the flush of your cheeks and the unsteady way you stood, stumbling in your heels. You were starting to get drunk.

You forced yourself to stand tall, mustering the strength to not slouch to fight off his assumption. “Good, just needed some air,” you replied, trying to sound unphased. Your words slurred slightly as you finished, “Can I have one?” Your eyes gestured toward the cigarette in his hand.

He raised an eyebrow at your blunt request, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. There was a slight hesitation at first, but he stepped closer, holding the cigarette toward you, the ember lighting up his face. A nervous flutter twisted in your stomach at the shrinking distance between the two of you. He’d never been this close before. Your breath caught in your throat, your fingers tightened around the cigarette before he withdrew from you.

You both smoked in silence, your eyes never quite meeting his. The air was charged with tension, yet it felt like there was something unsaid hanging in the air—something neither of you was ready to address.

The smoke burned your lungs, but you didn’t mind; it was oddly calming, especially with his company beside you. There was a moment of silence before he broke it.

“You know, you really shouldn’t smoke.” His voice was laced with concern. You turned to look at him, your expression flat as you braced for the usual lecture, expecting the familiar words.

“Why? It’s not good for m—” you started, but he cut you off.

“It’ll ruin your skin.” A playful smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, almost aware of the reaction his words would pull from you. He thrived on surprising you with his unexpected humor.

You raised an eyebrow, exhaling the smoke. “Oh, is that why you’ve got such perfect skin, huh?” you played along. “Maybe you should quit before it starts to wrinkle.”

Your teasing jab made him chuckle, the sound warm and rich. But his eyes still lingered on you, even as the conversation felt like it held no real importance. He enjoyed it. More than he’d care to admit.

“I’m older than you, so I’m allowed to make bad choices,” he shot back, taking another drag. “But you? You’re too young to be smoking and ruining that pretty little face of yours.”

The unexpected compliment caught you off guard. Your heart skipped a beat, and you swore you sobered up just slightly. He’d never complimented you so directly—it felt genuine. You remembered how he’d nod and agree when you were being interviewed together, how he’d mention your attire or how you looked at an event. You thought it was just out of respect and media training—but maybe you’d learned something new today.

You scoffed, trying to dismiss his words that you’d probably think about for the next few days. Rolling your eyes, you responded, “I’m twenty-four, not twelve. I can make my own decisions.”

The conversation lingered in the air as more people filtered out of the venue, exchanging goodbyes. It was a sign for you and Seunghyun to wrap up as well. The night was coming to an end.

“It’s getting late,” his tone firm. “Let me give you a ride home.”

He felt responsible for escorting you home safely—a courtesy from an older colleague. A young woman like you, who’d had much to drink tonight… he couldn’t imagine the trouble you might find yourself in at this hour.

You blinked, surprised by the sudden offer, but you didn’t feel the need to protest. It wasn’t really a question, and he wasn’t expecting a no. “Thank you,” you muttered softly, your voice barely above a whisper. You both gathered your things and followed him to his car.

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The blue of the streetlights outside the window did little to help you sober up. You felt drowsy, your eyelids heavy, your cheeks sinking into the palm of your hand that rested by the window.

The car ride was silent but not uncomfortable. It was oddly soothing, you could say.

Every so often, Seunghyun’s gaze darted to you. It was nearly impossible not to notice the way your legs were crossed, the slit of your dress riding up, exposing more of your thigh. It was a sight he shouldn’t indulge in, especially when you were in such a vulnerable state.

A tight knot of discomfort formed in his chest. He almost felt ashamed to look, but he couldn’t help it. The thought of another man seeing you made his jaw clench. If it wasn’t him by your side tonight, what kind of trouble could you have gotten into?

He cursed softly under his breath, shaking his head as if to rid himself of the improper thoughts swirling in his mind. He was your senior, a colleague you looked up to and respected. He reminded himself of the boundaries. How inappropriate it would be to look at you that way, especially being much older than you. He felt like a creep.

The car slowed to a stop as it neared your apartment building. You had dozed off somewhere along the journey, your head tilted slightly against the window. Your slumber was interrupted by a slight cough. Your eyes fluttered open.

“We’re almost here,” he said softly.

You blinked up at him, taking in the familiar streets in the background. You felt disoriented for a moment before sitting up and smoothing down the fabric of your dress. Your eyes shifted to Seunghyun beside you, the dim streetlights casting shadows along his sharp jawline.

He looked different like this—more relaxed. His dark hair, slightly tousled, fell just enough to brush against his forehead. The curve of his lips, always understated but endlessly captivating, was pulled into a neutral line. Something about him tonight felt closer than ever.

It could’ve been the alcohol making the air feel heavier—every glance, every shift in his posture, every breath between the two of you. Your heart thudded in your chest. You’d never felt this close to him before. It was just the two of you.

When the car came to a halt, you couldn’t think of a better moment than now. Maybe it was the liquid courage surging through your veins, but the moment he turned his head toward you, something snapped.

You grabbed the lapel of his dress shirt and pulled him toward you with a sudden, almost reckless boldness. Your lips caught his, the kiss fierce, filled with desire, and the build-up frustration of his lack of action you’d been holding in. Want and heat—a kiss that demanded something in return.

For a split second, Seunghyun didn’t move, caught completely off guard. But his hands didn’t push you away either. They hovered somewhere between restraint and confusion, trembling with hesitation.

A sudden rush of heat he hadn’t expected. The way you’d pulled him toward you—reckless, full of desire, but also so sudden. For a second, he felt the temptation to pull you closer, to let the moment stretch on. But then, reality struck him.

His mind raced, trying to make sense of what just happened. He had to pull away, reminding himself of the boundaries, the unspoken rules between you two. There was no room for this—not now, not like this. It wasn’t just the age difference, the professionalism—no, it was the fact that you were drunk, vulnerable in ways he hadn’t expected.

His fingers lingered around your wrist, gentle yet firm, guiding you back, but his heart was heavy with regret. It was a temptation, yes, but it was also a line he couldn’t cross. Not yet. Not in this way.

He moved slowly, as if trying to pretend nothing happened, for both your sake.

“You’ve had too much to drink,” his voice broke, gentle but firm. He wasn’t scolding, no judgment, just a quiet reminder of the boundary he was setting.

What were you thinking? Was this something young people did these days—make out with random people when drunk? Did you see him as just some old man to be toyed with? You didn’t see the weight of how this could make him feel?

His eyes searched for yours, hoping for an explanation—an expression you couldn’t read. It was like he was conflicted, but you didn’t know—or care—what mattered at this point. You were mortified at how you had just thrown yourself at him, at how he had turned you down. You wanted to sink into your seat and disappear.

It didn’t feel right to look at him— you couldn’t, heat creeping up your neck, the embarrassment suffocating and unbearable. Had you read the room wrong? You had thought—no, you had hoped—that he might kiss you. But instead, it was a rejection you hadn’t seen coming. Before he could utter another word, you fumbled with the door handle, pushing it open with more force than you intended.

“I—good night,” you stammered, your voice hoarse as you rushed out of the car.

He leaned forward slightly as if to follow, but stopped himself.

“Wait—” His voice trailed off, his hand reaching out, as if to stop you. He didn’t mean to make you feel rejected or ashamed. He didn’t know how else to respond appropriately. He couldn’t think.

He stayed in the car, watching as you sprinted away, your figure disappearing into the building.

Inside, you couldn’t shake the feeling of dread. You couldn’t believe what you had just done. How could you face him again after this? Had you misread every sign? This was a disaster. He had been so distant before, and yet you still let yourself think something could happen. How foolish. How could you even look at him now? That was a problem for another day.

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sugarhub · 2 days ago

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You’re adorable struggling on your tip toes stretching your hand out for his boxes of chocolate. All of them stacked perfectly at his eyes level.

Satoru snickers when you jump. The blood rushes to his cock when you jiggle from the impact of landing. You’re so soft, squishy, short, and perfect.

You turn around with a scalding glare. The denial of chocolate getting to you. Your whine is adorable, “You did this on purpose!”

Satoru smirks closing the gap quickly with his long strides. Cornering you against the counter which he grabs to trap you between his muscular arms.

He croons, “And what are you gonna do about it?” You have to look up at him, he feels so much bigger, stronger. The feeling is making the blood rush into his cock.

You turn around in his arms, looking up at the sweet with forlorn. “Ignore you and climb the counters.” Bumping him with your soft butt. Satoru barely budges, grabbing your hips to lift you off the floor with ease.

He smirks and insists, “Ignore me then.” He tilts his head back, and sits you down. He sucks on your cunt’s soft lips through your underwear, loudly groaning.

Satoru wants you on your back looking up at him with tears in your beautiful eyes. While his big cock bullies your soft little cunt into a sore mess.

You taste better than the sweets you’re trying to get. And when your voice trembles his cock throbs. He tries to stuff his tongue into your cunt with your soft underwear in the way. It just barely gives letting him glide the tip of his tongue in.

With his six eyes, he can see the frustration melting from your beautiful face. A soft expression of pleasure replacing it. He can see the desperation in your gorgeous eyes.

Rocking your hips, gently grinding your soft cunt on his face. “Satoru please.” You reach back grabbing his soft hair, tugging. All that bratty attitude you had when he walked in is crumbling so easily. It’s making Satoru’s cock and balls ache with a need for your soft, submissive, short ass.

Satoru lifts you off his face. Admiring how the thin fabric clings to your lips giving him a beautiful outline of your soft cunt. “You’re so perfect to fuck into a mess.” Satoru bites your ass, your soft cunt making his cock twitch. He dying to be in you, aching to feel your soft, wet, and warm cunt cumming because of his cock.

Satoru smirks, urging you, “Grab your snack mama while I'm eating mine.” You lean forward pushing your back back when he sits you back down on his face.

Satoru sucks on your soft clit and groans. You’re so easy to throw around, he loves how he can manhandle you. He can fold you in two and fuck his long cock into your squishy guts.

It gets him off on how you look up at him, trusting him to take care of your cunt.

You grab the top shelf, “Forget the snack I need you to eat me out! Take my underwear off! I want to feel your soft tongue.” He lifts you off his face and sets you down.

Satoru glides his hands underneath your shirt. His shirt looks better on you. He hooks his thumbs into your underwear, you have to look up at him, waiting for him to say something.

Furrowing your brows, shifting your hips, his cock grinding against the middle of your back. “Satoru why are you so quiet? Every other time you have something to say.” Pre cum smears inside his underwear, making a wet mess.

He glides your underwear down for you to step out of. He pushes them to the side, curling two thick fingers into your soft cunt. He loves how he knows you’re body better than his own.

Your soft lips part with a sweet moan. He has to lean down and kiss you. Pouring every ounce of carnal hunger into it. Your soft tongue rubbing his has him thinking about how well you suck his cock and balls.

He pulls away, leaving you breathless, wondering. “Can't I admire my beautiful wife?” He kisses your forehead. “I love how I can call you my beautiful wife, my sweet wife, my darling little wifey.” He grabs your hand, kissing your ring.

Your soft cunt soaking his ring as he fucks his thick fingers into you. “Love how she squelches for me, letting me know how good I'm making her feel.” Letting your hand go.

He pulls your shirt up for you to hold in your mouth. “Good girl.” He softly plays with your nipple, massaging them with two thick fingers. “That’s it little mama lemme feel your soft pretty self cumming on my thick fingers.”

You’re so close. Satoru begs “Please mama cum for me. You’re perfect for me.” You drop your shirt with a moan of his name, cumming on his fingers. Your sweet juices trickle down your beautiful soft thighs.

Slowly gliding his finger out, sticking them into his mouth. Satoru groans whilst sucking his fingers clean. You turn around and keel, massing Satoru through his underwear. “You’re soaking through handsome.” You lick the wet spot on his boxers, tasting his sweet pre-cum.

He groans, “I love everything about your short n’ soft ass. With my six eyes I can't see myself with anyone else.” You slip his underwear down, kissing his head, the soft feeling of your lips on his head is heavenly.

Satoru groans when you glide his cock deep into your mouth. “All you’re, lemme show you by worshiping your sweet cunt.” The years of practice make your mouth dangerous. He can't bring himself to pull away as you deepthroat him.

Satoru whines when you glide him out of your mouth. Right away he wants to fuck the cocky, playful smile off your face. He grabs you, throws you over his shoulder, slaps your ass, and stuffs two fingers in.

Gliding his fingers out and tasting you. He wonders, "Do you have any plans tomorrow morning? Because you aren't walking for a little while after tonight."

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enhani-ki · 1 day ago

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i've been waiting for u - reader x ni-ki

warning: smut, nsfw, cursing, etc.

"can we make love before you go?" was the last thing your boyfriend said before you went out.

you just got home from a girls' night out, the evening had been fun, full of laughter, and you just had way too much sweet juices, but nothing felt better than being back in the comfort of your own space.

you sat in the chair in front of the fan but just as you relaxed, your heart skipped a beat when you heard footsteps approaching. it was your boyfriend, fresh from his nap, looking so adorable as he walked towards you.

he was actually annoyed that you came home so late because you promised him sex but now that you're opening your arms wide so excitedly while greeting him...

his girl looks so good right now that he forgot he's pissed off.

he furrowed his brow, leaning down and gave you a quick kiss on the lips, then started placing soft kisses all over your face, making you giggle.

you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, eager to keep him close but ni-ki gently removed them so he could kiss your neck.

his hands moved to your thighs, gently pushing your skirt up as he crouched down to place more kisses on the soft flesh of your legs, you let out a chuckle at the ticklish sensation then he guided your hands into his hair.

ni-ki pulled back slightly, his lips were still hovering near your skin as he looked up at you,

"i'm so fucking horny, love."

he just woke up...

you blushed, he said it so straightforward that it turned you on right away, too.

"i've been waiting for you." ni-ki looked so serious, all you could do was to smile and nod your consent, "make me feel good first." you smirked, biting your own lips.

he leaned forward and let a stream of saliva drip from his mouth directly onto your panties, making it grew damp instantly and wet spot darkened the fabric.

and after he removed it, ni-ki couldn't help but admire your wet pussy, he touched it first to feel the texture of your slick that's in full display before him.

then he buried his face between your thighs, he couldn't wait to taste it, licking slowly up your slit, making you gasp and whimper softly.

his tongue started circling your clit before sucking it, he couldn't help but smile when he heard the cute silent noises that escaped your lips.

he stood up suddenly, you thought he was done but "come here." he said, tapping on the couch because his muscle just got tired, ni-ki gave you a kiss. "on my face, love..."

you hesitated for a moment but since you also wanted to cum... you obliged and sat on his waiting mouth.

you kept your weight mostly on your knees because what if he couldn't breathe? what if you accidentally ended up suffocating the poor boy?

but ni-ki also loves being squished between your thighs, so he slapped your ass. you gasped...did he just? but it made you sit completely in his face.

...oh my fucking god.

you groaned in delight as you settled more fully onto his face, his nose rubbed against your clit while his hands urged you to grind more against him.

and his skilled mouth quickly had you humping and riding his face shamelessly, "fuck, yes..."

wet sounds filled the room as he ate your pussy with long, deep strokes, really determined to make you cum on his face, your thighs clenched around his head and silent moans spilled from your lips.

he seemed to love making you a needy, writhing mess. your legs were quaking and your body were shuddering above him as he brought you to the brink of ecstasy.

and it didn't took long before your body stuttered, releasing all of your viscous juices into his mouth.

you collapsed beside ni-ki who licked his lips before taking off his shorts. your eyes widened at the sight of his thick, long cock springing free, looking flushed, and leaking at the tip.

and it curved towards his belly, big as your wrist, twitching between your bodies as he spread and pushed your legs up so he could position himself at your entrance.

ni-ki dragged his shaft through your soaked folds, coating it with your slick then rubbed the head against the puffy lips, parting them easily with his girth as he stroked himself above your pussy.

it felt amazing, the way he used your juices to jerk off in front of you. he continued to slide his dick along your slit, nudging your sensitive clit with each pass. "babe?"

you hummed.

"look how wet this is," he half-chuckled, half-moaned throwing his head back. his thick cock was pulsing, reaching his orgasm already.

you watched as he milked himself, his creamy cum dripping above your wet pussy then ni-ki started running his fingers through, mixing his cum with yours.

and it was so fucking beautiful.

he lifted his head to look at you. "fuuuck..." he whined, thinking about how mind-blowing that was even though he didn't even put it inside.

you chuckled, wiping the cum dripping down your stomach and thighs. "you're amazing." you kissed him.

ni-ki just grinned and pulled you in for a filthy kiss, he rubbed his half-hard cock gently at your oversensitive folds again.

"love... i just woke up, i'm not done with you yet."

ni-ki started swirling his tongue around your nipple before sucking it into his mouth. your back arched off, hands tugging his hair.

and you whimpered when he pulled away, you spread your legs wider as you rubbed and played your pussy.

his eyes slightly widened, "oh, my baby..." he whispered before pressing kisses down to your stomach then slid his tongue between your folds again before thrusting his dick inside you, drawing out the tip before slamming right back in.

"riki, hug me." you asked, which he happily did but tears leaked from your eyes as you came down, completely overwhelmed.

his grinding slowed down, "you okay, baby? did I hurt you?" he asked anxiously, wiping at your tears.

"n- no," you sniffled, burying your face in his neck. "you just fuck so good..."

"girl, my bad, i just can't help it." he chuckled and kissed your forehead, he started moving inside faster but with more care, making sure you're okay before picking up the pace again.

your heart raced and your cunt clenched, you could feel another orgasm approaching but this time, you wanted to come together.

"babe... i'm gonna cum..." you moaned, clinging onto him.

"me too... wait, oh..." he groaned, his thrusting became erratic as he chased his own high. ni-ki pulled out carefully, panting heavily before collapsing on top of you.

"i didn't know i had it in me to make my girl cry like this."

you playfully smacked his arm, rolling your teary eyes as laughter escaped out of your lips. ni-ki only chuckled, pressing soft kisses along your cheeks, his heart swelled as he took in the sight of you, his sweetest thing.

a/n: these are some requests combined :) pnd - dreamin

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miedei · 1 day ago

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hi lovey!!!!! youve given me roommate spencer brainrot and after you mentioned it in that blurb im obsessed with the thought of him going to reader for touch/physical intimacy whenever hes burnt out from a case or something because hes so reluctant to accept touch from anyone else???

love you!!!

hihihi angel!! you're sooo real roommate!spence has taken over my brain recently i loveee this prompt so i wrote a drabble

had to inject a whole bunch of oblivious idiots who are in love because I'm nothing if not predictable <3 hope you like it!

roommate!spence fic | blurb 1

When you first met Spencer, he'd refused to shake your hand. To be fair, he'd given you a very convincing argument as to why, and you never held it against him. But it's very difficult to reconcile the memory of that Spencer, with the one you find yourself on the couch with now.

The length of his right arm is pressed up against yours, his tall body slumped down against the cushions so he can rest his head on your shoulder. The curling ends of his too-long hair tickle the sensitive skin on your neck, but you don't move away. You'd never move away from this.

He'd come home half an hour ago, late at night. You had been curled up on the couch, and you could see the exhaustion rolling off him in heady waves. The moment he shut the door behind him, he was shedding his coat and bag, thrusting them haphazardly somewhere near their allocated spots as he shuffled slowly towards you.

“Hey. All good?” Your own sleepiness was reflected in the short sentences, but you’d hoped that your eyes conveyed your concern adequately enough.

It seemed like it worked, his hooded eyes raising to smile weakly at you. As he padded closer to where you sit on the couch, he nodded at the spot next to you in question. You shifted over, freeing up the space for him to crash, leaning heavily against you like he’s trying to meld himself to your side.

Which brings you to now. Whatever sitcom you were half-watching drones on in the background, the glow of the television splayed out over the delicate features of his face. His eyes are closed, eyelashes fanning over his cheeks, but you know he’s not asleep by the way he periodically presses himself closer to you.

You’d questioned him once on his willingness and active initiation of physical contact with you, after you’d lived together for over a year. “I like it,” He’d said simply. “It’s comfortable. And it’s not that I dislike physical touch, I just can’t get over the thought of all those foreign pathogens on me. But, with you, I don’t have to worry about it. We spend so much time together. Did you know that living with someone for an extended period of time causes your microbiomes to change to share lots of traits? So you and I would share a lot, like-”

He’d continued to ramble for fifteen minutes. You’d taken it as an excuse to admire him openly.

You’re taking this as another opportunity. Your head is bent at an awkward angle, but it provides you the best view of his exhausted visage, soft breaths ruffling the thin fabric of your shirt.

He looks especially unguarded, an expression you’ve learned to value in the time that you’ve known him. It’s comfortable and soft, the feeling in your chest so warm that it entreats you to rest your eyelids for a second.

Spencer never expected to feel this comfortable with someone. He wonders what the him of five years ago would think of this— him, resting against someone, and them trusting him enough to lean just as heavily against him. It sends a spark of giddiness down his spine, one that he works very hard to not let shudder into the rest of his body, lest it disturb you.

Because of the angle at which his head is tilted, a lock of his hair slips down his forehead, finally falling to cover his eye. His nose wrinkles in response, but he’s not going to do anything. Not when you’re pressed up against him, leaning on his upper arm in a way that makes his heart squeeze in his chest. He’ll endure it.

But he doesn’t have to endure it for long. As if you’ve heard his thoughts, he watches as your eyes flutter open slowly, pupils swivelling over to his face immediately. An easy smile tugs at your lips, and his breath hitches when you raise a hand to his face, gently capturing the hair and brushing it back to the top of his head.

And as if that action wasn’t mind-boggling enough, your hand stays there, fingers tangled in his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp.

Spencer can hardly hold in the pleased sigh that slips out, the feeling sending a rush of calm through his limbs. His eyes can’t tear away from yours, and he makes a mental note to read up on sirens, make sure that the attraction he feels to the depths of your irises isn’t supernatural in nature.

Either way, the two of you are not moving any time soon. The little bubble you find yourselves in is impossibly quiet, and yet it feels as though you’re saying more than you could in hours, through soft touches and bewitching eye contact.

The contact is slow, moving steadily across the crown of his head, and he feels like he could fall asleep right there. Or kiss you. Who knows.

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muntitled · 3 days ago

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Work In Progress

Pairing: Gwi-nam x fem!reader

Summary: Gwinam learns you never know how much you love something until lose it…

Warnings: God Complex!Gwinam, Dark!fic, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, Shy!reader, Bullying, Unrequited Love, Toxic Relationship, Jealousy, Madonna whore complex, Narcissism, Weaponizing!Cheongsan (sorry boo), Public sex, Unprotected Sex, Oral Sex, Underage Sex (technically), Masturbation Fem!rec, Dom/Sub, God Kink?, DUB/CON, humming, Spitting, Extreme Degradation, Mentions of Rape, Dacryphillia, Humping,Choking, Gagging, Subspace, Slapping, Sadism, Masochism, Breeding Kink,

A/n: the word 'rape' is used. Please be aware. You might recognize this fic if you've read my other stuff but it's because I rewrote it for another character cus no one was really checking for Gwinam like that. Kdrama fics are quite niche.

I'm not responsible for the media you consume

You have made peace with the incomparable fact, long ago, that if God existed then he was far too busy to attend to you. There is just too much going on all at once: Smartphones are threatening devolution. The planet is on the edge of a burning match. There are bigger things than this.

Still, swirling in the depths of your stomach is the incriminating need to cry, and pray, and perhaps maybe even touch yourself, too.

Your moral compass is a work in progress.

It had a knack for getting nefariously cloudy, especially when he entered the mix…

Gwinam's eyes are blown into saucers as he looks down at you. He is utterly restless, not knowing what to do with himself, when you took so much of him, so well. His satisfaction has you fighting the urge to hum and moan around the head of his cock.

Despite all this, you are clearly aware of the fact that you should not be enjoying this at all. Not one bit.

For starters, your knees are cutting into gravel, your shirt is unbuttoned because Gwinam was like a moth to a fucking flame when it came to your ample breasts and his hand was locked tightly in your kinky curls, forcing his cock even further down his throat.

You clench your toes, trying not to gag.

"Fuck, you're taking me so well," Gwinam got exceedingly verbal during most of your secret trysts. With his slurred speech, the boy could murmur every curse, praise and degradation under the sun.

"Such a good fucking slut," but the invisible word always hung heavy between you two. A word you always wanted to hear him say…

Mine. Mine. Mine.

He had always, and would always fail to claim you, in any capacity, even under the spell of sexual intoxication.

"What they don't understand… Is that I'm actually a really nice guy." Gwinam begins that weird quirk where he speaks to himself while he uses your body for his own pleasure. You were made to question whether you were his therapist or his whore. You love it though.

Every habit or quirk of his was indiscriminately locked away in a safe and buried in the depths of your consciousness.

"I'm really-" You slide your tongue along his shaft, ripping a hoarse groan from his chest and momentarily stumping his verbal momentum.

"What no one seems to understand, is that… I'm a… fair fucking guy, too." Feeling himself get too close, Gwinam eases his cock fully out of your mouth, languidly stroking himself but still assuming a firm grip on your hair. He is operating on that very specific plain of narcissism that

was special to Gwinam. He is aware of your presence, physically, but his words are spoken into the open air, like you are an inanimate object. A glorified fleshlight.

"And that fucking Jinsu," He punctuates his sentence with an incredulous laugh- it blossoms across his usually stoic visage, raising his buttercup cheekbones towards his smiling eyes. All you can do is sit back on your haunches, lift the sleeve of your fitted school jersey to wipe away the excess saliva. You remain kneeled in front of him, knowing he has yet to finish.

As he talks, a slow feeling of admiration seeps into the pit of your stomach which is utterly pathetic, given that your feelings will not ever be reciprocated.

"They wanna make me seem like a murderer-" he exclaims, "Me?! It's not my fault he tried to kill himself,” He laughs incredulously. His smile is utterly dazzling in the unambiguous morning glow, with his rugged hair messy just how you like it. You recognize his black undershirt as the same shirt he might've worn yesterday, and the day before that, and perhaps even the day before that. His school shirt was wrinkled and unkempt and his shoes had seen far better days - even better years.

Brewing inside you is the need to take care of him. You knew the rest of the student body viewed Gwinam as an earth-dwelling parasite. Something that is only capable of thinking within the capacity of its own survival. Something that takes, and takes, and takes. But how could he know anything different? You suspected that his home life was built on the foundation of survival, on needing to be the loudest, and proudest, and baddest of them all.

"What the fuck are you doing?" The sharpness of his words slice through your thoughts, bringing you back to the lot behind the science block. The sound of students trickling in for their morning classes filled your ears but Gwinam's gaze was placed firmly on something below his exposed cock. Throughout this mindless tirade, your hand had taken to rubbing soft, comforting circles against his leg, quite literally on its own accord. Gwinam is bent over, head tilted as he watches you questioningly. You rip your hand away, embarrassed by the weird show of affection. Seconds stretch to a minute, and your stomach sinks as time passes.

Gwinam, eventually dismisses you, as he always does. He shakes his head and resumes his stroking. "Whatever," He says, tilting your own head back and lining your mouth with the head of his cock once more. His visage darkens into a cruel sadistic grin. "Tell me you want me to come in your mouth."

Almost insitinvely, you did as he ordered, and like clockwork, he groaned and cursed and emptied himself inside your mouth. You swallowed his cum, wondering if he knew how deeply and truly your admiration actually was. There is a moment, perhaps imagined, after he's finished, when the aftershocks are still running rampant through his body, in which his fingers gripping your hair, rub along the side of your soft, supple cheek. It stays there for longer than necessary, leaving bits and pieces of your composure scattered in its wake.

Gwinam straightens his posture, stuffing his flaccid cock back into his pants before making himself as presentable as the student body knows him to be (which admittedly is not a lot).

Before he turns to walk away, he leaves you stranded on a glacier with his ice cold words cutting deep into your beating heart.

"Tell anyone about this-"

"And I'm dead," You interject, "I know."

And with that, you pull your ruffled collar over your lint-free school jersey and check your reflection on your phone to assess the damage Gwinam and his iron grip might have left. You needn't wait for an extension on the conversation because your job here was done, (pun so malevolently intended). As far as Gwinam is concerned, you are an easy conduit to release his frustrations because your unpopularity makes you so incredibly inconspicuous. You blend into any given crowd at any given moment, your name seldom reaching the heights of ridicule among his group because you are so forgettable… There had been no reason to point out your flaws, not because you did not have any, but because you were simply invisible.

It is particularly strange to have any social interaction beyond the bounds of forced proximity through group projects and class discussions… so Cheongsan gifting you even a sliver of attention had been violently unorthodox. So unorthodox in fact, you failed to look up from the weathered pages of your novel when his gentle voice wafted in your direction. It was second period, English, your teacher was running late and while the class descended into mayhem you decided to read.

"I don't know if you're aware of this but…" Cheongsan leans over your desk, a deep shadow over the pages alerting you to his presence, "They both die at the end."

It was incredibly rare that Cheongsan, who sat at the desk directly in front of you, ever felt the need to strike up conversation that was not purely academic. So naturally, you peer up at him with shocked, questioning eyes.

"Sorry?"

"Y-Your book," He stutters, suddenly overcome by a wave of embarrassment even though there was nothing at all to be embarrassed about… he turns his chair slightly in your direction, his eyes darting to the door and the empty teacher's seat before meeting yours once more.

"'They Both Die At The End. The title of the book you're reading."

"Oh…" You affirm, rocking your head back and forth, "You were making a joke?"

"Nah," Cheongsan waves a large hand in dismissal, "The only thing I made was a fool of myself." You're not sure when it happens but you feel the lower half of your face melting into what you suspect is a smile. You can feel your shoulders relaxing and your novel lowering imperceptibly, to see more of him.

"Work on your delivery next time and maybe we'll be getting somewhere."

"You know- I swear I had a pair of balls before the start of this conversation," He purses his lips and clasps his hands on his lap in a dramatic display, "Now I'm not quite sure where they went."

Gwinam's feet pass over the threshold as soon as the sound of your laughter rushes past him. It is almost charming in its familiarity but incredibly curious in its rarity. He can't recall ever seeing you with your head thrown back while the instinctive sound of amusement races through your throat. He does not know he's staring until someone in his friend group shoves past him, to get to their own seats.

His eyes remain on you as he makes his way to his desk, hoping, perhaps, that you would turn your head infinitesimally, in acknowledgement of his presence in the row of desks to your right. You do nothing of the sort and it not only fills him with a weird sort of dissatisfaction but it bubbles into full blown vexation when he realises who is capturing your attention so viscerally.

Gwinam has never prided himself on his patience or tolerance. Overthinking being something he lived without. Most of his actions were spurred from things he felt in the now, and he was really fucking uncomfortable with what was happening now.

Perhaps if he…

"You didn't let me know we were having a picnic," The sound of a chair scraping against the tiles had both you and Cheongsan rallying into silence. Gwinam appears at your side, pushing the chair against yours so he, too, sits facing Cheongsan. Cheongsan who suddenly appears incredibly uneasy. Gone is the comfortable atmosphere cooked by easy and amicable conversation. Gwinam injecting himself into your little bubble created a suddenly charged and suffocating atmosphere. You cannot keep your hardened eyes off Cheongsan as Gwinam lowers himself to his chair, legs spread as he slouches down, like he always does.

"Don't stop now," He exclaims, completely oblivious to the fact that your Science teacher might walk in at any minute. "What were we talking about?" Your heart wrestles in your chest as you see him turn to address you in your periphery. His slouching puts him a level lower than you but it does nothing to lessen his intimidation. "Maybe I should ask, Cheongsan? What were you guys talking about?" There is not a trace of friendliness present in Gwinam's tone, in fact it's the very opposite. Your nerves, swelling with anxiety, only escalates into full on panic when you feel him place a large hand on your skirt under the table.

Cheongsan's voice is low and his eyes are trained on the floor, "Books-" Gwinam cuts him off with fervour.

"Books! How interesting!" The hyperbolic wonder in his tone is utterly rude and unbecoming, but still you refuse to look at him. "And tell me, Cheongsan… how many books have you read so far?"

It is then that Gwinam's once stationary hand begins the faintest trace of movement. He begins slow and tame, his callouses barely registering on the soft fabric of your chequered school skirt until his fingers prod the lining of your skirt…

your breath hitches in your throat.

Never had Gwinam ever felt the desire to touch you. Not in the way he made you touch him. It was made explicitly clear that only he would benefit from your secret rendezvous' and so you were left to deal with your aching cunt alone, with the image of the face he made when he came, still burned into your mind. It had never been about you.

"A couple," Says Cheongsan, fighting to show this bully that he was affected by his intimidation. If only he knew that with every advance Gwinam's palm made, you simply were not there.

"A couple books?" Asks Gwinam for clarity. He remains lax and languid on the inside, but the nature of his wandering hand underneath the desk tells a new story. He finally slips under your skirt. His palm connects with the softness of your thighs and he seems utterly pleased by it

His hand is immediately restless to explore how far you would let him go. Which isn't very far.

Not at all.

If he thought he could suddenly touch you after myriad occasions of using you like a discarded toy… he had another thing coming.

The tips of Gwinam's fingers make gradually increasing strokes along your thigh until his fingers prod the stretch marks on your inner thigh. It is there when you stop him, clenching your legs together, blocking his hand from any further movement.

Gwinam's voice is strained as he says, "And you like reading, Cheongsan?"

Sensing something brewing between the two of you - your withdrawn, hazy gaze, staring directly through him and Gwinam's overabundance in questions, has Cheongsan reeling backwards.

"I asked you a question, Cheongsan."

"I like reading."

"Good! That's really good!" Quite suddenly, Gwinam tilts the ends of his half-moon nails into your thigh, forcing them to weaken and unclamp. Before you're even able to think, his palm is cupping your cunt through your panties- forcing an indecent yelp from your throat which you quickly (and very badly) disguise as a cough.

Gwinam is utterly pleased while he continues mindlessly stroking your cunt. Not for the purpose of any glorious stimulation it seems. His hand is just there to show you (and perhaps maybe himself) that he has access to the most private part of you. That thought alone has an unforeseen and sudden wave of lust coursing through his veins and surging straight to his hardened cock. He thinks of all the things he could have done to you but failed to do. He thinks about how, up until this point, he had ever been satisfied with using your mouth alone, not when he was denying himself the softness of your pussy all along. He felt angry with himself, for being so fucking stupid, he is angry at Cheongsan for seeing whatever it is he saw in you, way before he did and, possibly most harrowing of all is the fact that he is angry with you. And he can't help but be angry at you. How easily you whore yourself out to any and every man. If this thing with Cheongsan had gone far enough, would you venture as far as to suck his cock in deserted sectors of the schoolyard? Had you even fucked Cheongsan before?

You bite down on your lower lip as your head bows to your book once more. The words blend into one another, and all you can feel is a rise in temperature and Gwinam's suddenly restless fingers, pressing rudely against your clit - or the sole purpose of ripping an orgasm out of you right then and there, at the very back of an unsupervised classroom, with Cheongsan still very much a part of the conversation.

"You've got so many books to read in your lifetime," Says Gwinam. He sits up slowly, likely spurred on by the dampness seeping through your panties.

"Don't cut your life short by trying to entertain other people's girlfriends, okay?"

Your skin feels like you are bathing in magma and you hope Cheongsan could not see the slight tremor on your hand as you gripped the sides of your book with more force than necessary. His words, however - they have you shifting forward and widening your legs minutely. You crave for nothing more than to roll your hips in tandem with the circles he's pressing against your clit.

"Understood?"

Your orgasm is dangerously close, with the promise of sheer, disgusting shame and embarrassment if he continues. You feel Cheongsan give you one final look, perhaps pleading for an interjection of denial at some point but you've taken to bouncing your knee under the table, hoping the vibrations might create enough friction to aide Gwinam's hands. He is keeping you trapped in a space of wanting. So much so, that this almost feels like a punishment.

Once Cheongsan is turned back around and facing the front of the class, Gwinam lowers his lips to your ears. You're so completely stimulated, even the warmth of his breath as you fight the urge to hump into his hand like a naughty little thing until you make a mess all over his hand.

"You're such a fucking slut, you know that?" Your book drops to your desk - muffled by the sounds of the classroom cacophony.

"Fuck," You whisper to yourself, blinking your eyes shut, fighting to ward off the need but to no avail. His fingers are long and limber, and they have you nearly cumming right there, in front of your entire fucking class. Had it not been for Mr Lee's haphazard arrival into the class, and the swift removal of Gwinam's fingers from between your legs… you might truly have become the slut he so often labeled you as.

Instead of moving to his designated seat, Gwinam lifts the same hand that has previously been in between your legs, right into the air.

"What?" Asks Mr Lee, his voice as lacklustre as his appearance.

"Can we go? We were excused by the Principal to assist Mrs-"

"Fine, fine," Says Mr Lee with a wave of dismissal before turning his attention to the rest of the class. "The rest of you, open your textbooks to page 56."

Gwinam's hand is clamped around your forearm, already leading you swiftly out the door in a long and wide stride. Had it been any other teacher at all, they might have recognized this for what it so clearly was.

"Here," you have barely made it fully into the girl's bathroom before Gwinam is stuffing his fingers down your throat, making you gag and yelp at the sudden intrusion. "Tell me how good you taste." He doesn't even bother to make sure you're truly left alone in the bathroom before pushing your front against the bathroom counter.

"Answer me when I'm talking to you," He forces his fingers deeper down your throat, causing you to cough and gag around them. You're supposed to be afraid because you've never seen him like this. Gwinam is always a ball of energy between trysts, but it's usually an energy he can somewhat contain.

You don't know what to do with him, not when he's watching you choke on his fingers through the mirror, while his other hand fondles at your breasts and rips your bra down until your nipples are poking through your school shirt.

The figure in the mirror distorts as your eyes begin to water. Thick beads of water grow pregnant at the ends of your eyes before rolling down the side of your face.

"My girl," Gwinam presses his face into your hair, breathing you in, pressing his front against your back. His hard cock in unmistakable through his pants, "My messy little girl,"

You finally moan candidly around his fingers, your fingers gripping the countertops while your hips buck into nothingness. Your eyes plead with him in the mirror, hoping they relay how utterly useless with lust you have become. It would not take hard work to cum, you're sure one more flick against your material-clad nipples might send you over the edge.

"Fuck, why didn't I think of this sooner," This is all new, even for the two of you.

"Spread your legs." He commands, even though his feet are already kicking them apart. "Come here," you break eye contact in the mirror to face the boy behind you.

Gwinam removes his fingers sitting in your mouth, leaving a trail of unbreakable saliva in its wake before replacing it with a long and messy kiss- one that has his tongue forcing itself inside.

Gwinam weaponizes your distraction to slide your panties to the side with one hand and rub your clit with his other, spit-coated hand.

You break away from the kiss, neck craning back and mouth hanging open while your eyebrows dissolve into crescents. You cannot look away from him, as you hump his hand.

"You wanna cum?" You nod enthusiastically. "And what if I told you, you can't cum until I've raped that little pussy of yours? Hm? What then?" His words have you mewling from the sheer pleasure they bring and your orgasm threatens to snap once more.

"Fuck," He hisses, feeling unable to remove his hand from your wet cunt but needing to, in order to undo his belt and pull his aching cock out. "Don't you dare fucking touch yourself," He says in a deadly quiet voice before bringing his hand up to your mouth. "Spit." You don't ever think of disobeying him, not when you're swimming so deeply in your subspace, not when he's the one to bring you here.

Gwinam collects every bit of saliva you offer him before coating his cock in the stuff.

Deciding not to waste anymore time, Gwinam does what his body is screaming for him to do: he bends you over the bathroom counter and pushes cock right through your slippery folds. It's tense and painful and your voice is hoarse from doing all that screaming but the sudden contact strokes a deeply sated part inside yourself. His curved and pretty cock ram your insides with reckless abandon, all while he delivers harsh and sharp slaps against your cheek. Gwinam keeps a firm grip on your throat. His mouth is inches away from you while his hips rut into yours. His words are being delivered through clenched teeth.

"You think you're so fucking cute, huh? You think you can walk around fucking any guy who even looks at you, huh!?" It doesn't even register that Gwinam wrongfully suspects that there had been something between Cheongsan and you, but you keep your mouth shut. For all his indifference in the past, this is how you would make him pay.

"Oh~ Fuck." His cock bruises your cervix, leaving Gwinam balls deep and feral inside you. "Fucking Cheongsan?! You wanna give what's mine, to fucking Cheongsan?!" It's utterly depraved and animalistic and it has your orgasm cresting. "What would Cheongsan think? If he saw me raping you in the bathroom like this? What would he think? Would he still want your slutty pussy knowing I've been inside it? Knowing that I've cum inside you and completely ruined you for anyone else,"

"You…" The tears threaten to spill, "it's only ever been you, Gwinam- oh my God! I'm so fucking close!" You fight down tears as the lava begins to bubble at the pit of your stomach.

"S-Say it again. Tell me you want me!" He exclaims, "Tell me you fucking need me."

"I fucking need you, Oh my God" You push your hips back to meet his thrusts.

His voice wavers after your confession. His strokes becoming sloppy, "F-Fuck! I am your God, baby. You need me so fucking badly…" He nods to himself while his heavy cock finds purchase in a specific clump of sensitive tissue inside your cunt. It has you clamping your own mouth shut, your elbows falling to the counter with your ass sticks out towards him, only allowing him better excess.

"I need you," You agree, swallowing a ball of saliva as you nod towards him through the mirror, "I need your cum inside me."

"Yeah-," Gwinam says, "M'gonna fucking breed your pussy right here, in the school bathrooms- fuck!" His grip on your throat grows tighter until you're wholeheartedly cut off from your air supply. You hump his cock until you feel it twitch inside you.

"Fuck! You're fucking making me cum you stupid slut!" You feel his hot cum spurting inside your walls, triggering your own orgasm that has you gripping his cock like a vice. "Oh fuck- you're fucking milking my cock, baby. Fucking take it." His hips stutter against yours until you've completely drained him of his cum. A sharp tremor settles over your bones and you gasp in vague increments, waiting for the overwhelming state of euphoria to subside… but it never does.

The weight of what you had done comes crashing back down but you are unable to feel anything besides an immense wave of satisfaction at having your deepest need satiated.

"I think I nearly killed Cheongsan today." His voice is a hoarse echo within the school bathrooms.

"There is no Cheongsan," You say, watching him through the mirror, "In my whole world, there is only ever you."

And a part of him believes you but he refuses to affirm something as emotionally stifling as that. Instead, Gwinam's eyes flutter shut as his nose finds your hair once more. His cock is still buried inside you, and you hiss as he moves his hips slowly, almost insitinvely. He loves being so wholly enveloped by you. He loves feeling you everywhere.

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gay-dorito-dust · 2 days ago

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Never mind I had one more in the tank.

‘Who’s you’re favourite person?’ Sam asked once.

‘Joaquin.’ You replied without hesitation.

Sam’s brow quirks upwards as a amused smile crept on his face, the same face that you and Joaquin had teased him constantly that made him look as though he knew something about you both, he didn’t understand the joke but that only made it funnier for you and Joaquin. ‘Why?’ He said.

You shrugged. ‘Why not. He’s my favourite person because when I’m with him I can be myself, I can be a little silly and not feel bad about it. I can be stupid and instead of laughing at me, Joaquin is laughing with me.’ You smiled to yourself when you remembered how you tripped over thin air, only for Joaquin to catch you as he tells you to be careful, only for him to trip over his own feet seconds later which lead to the pair of you laughing at the irony of the moment; To you that was the beauty of Joaquin Torres.

‘Joaquin is someone who I can go to in conference, knowing he’ll always have my back, offer wise sage like advice even when it’s like three in the morning and we’re both half out of our minds. As long as I know k have Joaquin in my corner, then I can take on anything and everything for he’s my friend, my other half, my person whom I can’t live without as I don’t want to ever think of having to live without him anymore.’ You continued as you remembered how often you spent in his room more then your own at this point, always feeling that warmth within your chest whenever you saw him after mission and how happy you were to see him come back from his without so much as some minor bruises and cuts.

You remembered how often you’d find yourself tucked protectively within his embrace after movie nights and how you’d give just about anything just to stay like this within his arms forever, protected and protecting him when you found his head on your chest on the rare occasion where he needed your comfort, never once withholding it from him as he was more then deserving of anything and everything. You couldn’t help but swoon when you remembered the nights where you both would go to the roof of the compound to watch the stars, only to find yourself looking at them as they visited within his eyes, the man was beautiful and he knew it and you weren’t one to let him forgot it either.

‘He’s my favourite person because he’s authentically himself, never giving up his true self just to fit in with the rest and I admire him for doing so. He’s my person because without him I’ve got nothing, he’s my person because he makes life brighter and more worthwhile and worth running the risk for and I can’t thank him enough for being my person.’ You finished telling Sam, who had been looking over your shoulder the entire time, which made you furrow your brows as you looked to see what had caught his attention, only to see that Joaquin was stood in the doorway behind you with his arms crossed over his chest; smiling.

‘He’s asked you the same thing huh?’ He says with a playful air to his voice, but his eyes held a sense of sincerity as he pushed himself away to move to your side, leaving your feeling a rush of warmth wash over you from the close proximity when he moves his head so it was near your ear. ‘But I’m glad to hear that I’m your favourite person, the feelings more than reciprocated my love.’ He whispered before pressing a kiss to your forehead tenderly, making you lean into his touch and smiling stupidly, but that was the effect he had over you without having to try though that’s what you loved most about him.

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⠀✸⠀⠀𝓑𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘 𝓞𝐅 𝓣𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝓜𝐄𝐒𝐒⠀⠀┈⠀﹙⠀𝓒𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎⠀﹚⠀ა ︎ ﾞ .

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⠀ ᰦ 󠄀 ྀ .⠀♥︎⠀summary.⠀as your pregnancy progresses and endure various bodily changes, you begin feeling a bit insecure. however, miguel shows you how much he admires your changing body.

⠀ ᰦ 󠄀 ྀ .⠀♥︎⠀content.⠀fluff, tiny angst, body insecurity, smut, pregnancy sex, unprotected p in v, creampie, cowgirl, cunnilingus, breast play, body worship, lactation kink, breeding kink ( mdni )

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as your pregnancy progressed, you endured numerous changes. thicker hips, bigger tits filled with milk, swollen feet, achy back and feeling tired as shit most of the time. with all those bodily changes, you begin feeling a bit insecure about yourself. your body is forever changed and not how it used to be. of course these are the effects of motherhood and you should embrace them because you’re doing the most incredible thing ever, creating life.

however, that doesn’t shed away those negative thoughts plaguing your mind. in the beginning of your pregnancy, you were doing fine and simply enjoyed the process. but now with visible proof of the pregnancy, your mindset flipped a switch. every time you stare at the mirror, you sulk at your tired swollen state. those damn saggy tits filled with milk that leak sometimes and stain your clothes which pisses you off. the additional thickness and roundness of your hips accommodating your growing baby. swollen feet that bother you indefinitely. the bags under your eyes, sighs of trouble sleeping sometimes due to the aching. you just look like a damn mess.

you just feel so unattractive and not enough for miguel. when you first began dating, you were so much different. now, you’re a giant balloon. you know miguel doesn’t only love you for your body. he adores you completely, your soul, body, spirit, heart. he would, still, worships your body like a goddess because you are a goddess in his eyes. that man always managed to make you a bashful mess due to those sweet praises and compliments he’d whisper while planting kisses here and there. especially now you’re pregnant, oh he’s been worshipping you overboard. kneeling in front of you and kissing your swollen belly, gently holding it in his hands as he whispers sweet praises of love to you and your unborn daughter. massaging wherever you needed, boobs, back, feet, anything that brings discomfort. gently lift up your belly to relieve you of the weight. miguel would reassure you that he loves you, appreciates you, and says wholeheartedly that you are the most beautiful woman in the universe. the man is your number one worshipper.

yet, you still feel not enough for him. you don’t feel pretty enough for him. miguel is such a handsome man, he deserves to have someone match that same level of beauty by his side. you don’t fit the category, not with baggy titties, thick ass hips, and swollen feet. you just feel so… unattractive. those negative thoughts were ruining your mind to the point where you believed miguel would’ve be better off with a much prettier woman by his side.

you hate it so much. you hate how this pregnancy makes you feel negative about your changing body. you hate how it makes you feel so insecure. you hate it how affects your relationship with miguel. you just want those stupid thoughts to stop but you can’t. it’s taking control of your mind at this point.

now here you are, sulking at your reflection in the bathroom mirror. wearing nothing but underwear since your breasts are swollen so you discarded a bra. thick, heavy, swollen are words to describe your appearance. heavily sighing as your fingers lightly trace over the stretch marks under your belly and hips. another burden of pregnancy, something you should embrace yet those negative thoughts take control and tell your mind the opposite.

the sight in front of you brings tears to your eyes. how could miguel love this thing? how could he be willing to kiss, hug, touch this thing? how could he say this thing is the most beautiful woman in the universe? the dark thoughts were getting too intense. you quickly wipe away tears that were about to spill, put on your robe, and frustratingly exit the bathroom. a frustrated groan falls from your lips as you throw yourself on the bed, cover your entire body with the sheets, and let out soft sobs meaning to be released.

you look terrible, disgusting.

you should be ashamed to be standing by miguel’s side while looking like that.

how could he love a gross thing like you?

endless dark thoughts plaguing your mind, making you sob more underneath the sheets. it’s unhealthy, you want them to stop but you just can’t. they won’t stop, you can’t stop thinking about them. not to mention the pregnancy hormones aren’t much help. in fact, they make it even more worse.

you are drowning yourself in those dark thoughts that you don’t hear miguel coming home. he returned from the bike shop to pump his tires. he stopped by the habit to pick some food up for you both since he figured you’d be hungry by the time he returned home. he also knew you were craving the chicken sandwich with teriyaki sauce.

“mi reina, i’m home.” he calls out, expecting you to respond but instead it was only silence. that confuses him a little. miguel calls out your name again yet there was no answer.

okay, now he’s concerned. especially more when he hears soft sobs and sniffing from your room. miguel doesn’t hesitate to rush over, panicking. are you hurt? is something wrong with the baby? many negative thoughts ran across his mind.

opening the door but not aggressively since he doesn’t want to scare you, he stands there confused at you completely covered with the bedsheets.

“mi reina?” miguel calls out softly but all he gets is a soft whimper. he walks around the bed to your side but is taken aback when you pull the sheets more over your head so he won’t see you.

and you don’t want him to see how much of a sobbing mess you are right now.

you don’t sound in pain yet your entire body is covered so it doesn’t prove anything and he only gets more concerned. “mi amor, what’s wrong?” miguel kneels next to the bed in front of you. “are you hurt? is something wrong with the baby?”

“no…” you answer with a quiet sob.

his brows furrowed at that, specifically at the quiet sob. “are you sure?” he leans a bit closer.

another quiet sob but more of a whine. “yes…”

if you’re fine physically, then what’s wrong emotionally?

miguel believes you but he wants to know why are you crying and covering yourself. his fingers find the top of the sheet and slowly tries to pull it away but you instinctively pull it back with a whine.

he retracts his hand. “¿mi amor, qué paso? why won’t you let me see you?”

“just go away, please…”

his heart breaks, at both your request and the sadness in your tone. one thing miguel hates is being away from you, he learned his lesson hard. but something tells him that this is different.

he gently rests his hand on your back and give it a few tender rubs. “por favor, mi reina. i just wanna see that you’re okay, i wanna see my pretty girl.”

miguel waits patiently, not wanting to rush you and allow you to take your time. all he wants is to see you and if you’re okay, physically at least.

oh you can’t resist that loving tone. it always makes your heart ache in a good way, with much love.

very slowly yet reluctantly, you pull down the sheets but only revealing your teary eyes. miguel’s heart breaks, once again, at the sight of the tears in those gorgeous eyes he adores so dearly. another thing he hates is seeing you cry, it breaks his heart.

“oh mi reina… por qué llores?” his hand in your back moves up to gently wipe your tears away but you move away from his touch with a soft whine.

you wipe them yourself frustratingly, refusing to look at him. “it’s just the hormones.”

it’s more than the hormones, he can tell. this was different, you’ve never behaved like this before during your pregnancy. miguel wants to know the problem so he can help you.

“bebé, i think it’s more than just the hormones.” his hand returns to your back, gently rubbing it. “dime, por favor. i wanna help you, mi amor.”

you sniffle as you roll your eyes, weakly shaking your head against the pillow. “it’s stupid…”

he sighs sadly, leaning closer. “dime, amor.”

you shouldn’t tell him, it’s just stupid thoughts that got the best of you. but you also hate making him worry, especially over dumb stuff like this. it’s the last thing you want yet here he is worried about why you’re crying while wrapped up in bedsheets like a burrito. you probably look ridiculous even.

with a heavy sigh, you shove your face into the pillow to conceal the tears. “i look gross…”

“mande?” he doesn’t understand since you’re muffling into the pillow.

goddamnit.

groaning, you turn your face away from the pillow but cover your mouth with the bedsheet, still refusing to look at him. “i look gross.”

miguel’s brows furrowed in confusion and disbelief. “gross? you’re not gross, bebé.”

a scoff left your lips. “yes, i am.”

“no, you’re not. you’re beautiful, a beautiful woman going through the process of becoming a mother.”

that elicits another scoff. he doesn’t get it. how could he say you’re beautiful when you literally look like a walker from the ‘the walking dead.’ a pregnant walker at that. he just… he just doesn’t understand.

miguel notices how reluctant you are and it breaks his heart even more. he’s telling the truth, you’re a beautiful woman enduring the process of growing a baby and becoming a mother. it’s a beautiful thing.

he is, however, aware of body insecurity that pregnant women endure. it’s strange to see your body change in various ways. some changes are temporary and others are permanent. you, just like another other pregnant woman, are enduring various bodily changes. miguel finds it fascinating how the female body changes with pregnancy. all these altercations for creating and carrying a baby. women are powerful beings. however, it doesn’t mean his heart doesn’t ache seeing you so upset.

“mi amor, escúchame por favor. you’re beautiful, you’ve always been beautiful.”

“no, i’m not!” you abruptly sit up but being mindful of your belly. “i’m gross, fat, swollen, all of the above!” you throw your hands up frustratingly before lowering them and finally looking at him with teary eyes. “how could you love me?”

miguel is shocked, in disbelief actually. how could you say much a thing? how could he not love you? he loves you with all his fucking soul, for fucking eternity. however, he understands the hormones and doubts are getting the best of you.

“bebé…” he starts softly, bringing a hand to cup your cheek ever so gently. exhaling softly when do you move way from his touch. “i understand why you’re having these thoughts pero i’ll tell you that i love you and will always love you no matter what. even pregnant, i still love you. no matter what.”

tears prickle in your eyes. god he’s such a sweetheart, his kind words always melting your heart. how did you deserve such a sweet man?

“i-i’m sorry… it’s just…”

“don’t be sorry and take your time, amor. i’m here forever, no rush.” he reassures you sweetly, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

“it’s just… i feel so unworthy. i’m not how i use to be. i’m just so big and swollen and it drives me fucking crazy. i’ll never be the same again. a-and you, you’re so fucking handsome and i feel so unworthy to be by your side. like you deserve someone who has the same beauty level as you, not some big balloon like me. i know you’re gonna say i’m the most beautiful woman in the universe blah blah blah, i just… i feel not pretty enough, for you or in general.”

miguel was attentive to every word. it pains him to hear you feel so lowly of yourself but ultimately understands why. he just wished he could show you how beautiful you, how you are in his eyes. all he wants is to comfort you, make you feel loved and appreciated by him, make you feel worthy.

“mi reina,” he starts softly, cupping your cheek, making you lean into his touch. “you’re right, i will tell you that you are beautiful because you are beautiful to me, siempre. yes, your body has changed but it has changed porque you’re carrying our daughter.” his other hand rests gently on your swollen belly through the sheets, caressing it. “you’re carrying a baby, a life. isn’t that amazing?”

“well… yeah but also kinda weird, y’know? there’s literally another human being inside me.”

that elicits a chuckle from your boyfriend. “pues, si. it is kinda weird growing another human being inside pero it’s still a fascinating phenomenon.”

while tears trail down your cheeks and he gently wipes them, you can’t help but smile a little at that. pregnancy is a weird, fascinating phenomenon.

“mi reina, i’m the one who feels like i’m not worthy of you. after what i put you through for three weeks, i felt so undeserving of you. not as much now since we’ve been making so much progress and doing much better now, there are times when i feel like that. but when i see you and our little one,” he gives your belly a few gentle rubs. “i remember that i’m very grateful to have you both in my life, to have my two girls in my life.” much adoration in his tone.

your heart swells with much love. he always knows the right words to say to melt your heart.

“i know i can’t take away those bad feelings but i am always here for you. please believe me when i say you are the most beautiful woman i’ve ever seen and i love you. one else has my heart but you, siempre.”

finally, you break down and begin sobbing. miguel quickly sits on the edge of the bed and takes you in his arms, wrapping his arms around you as you sob into his chest. his hold on you tightens a little as he feels your trembling form. one hand rubs gentle circles on your back as comfort. he holds you and never lets go. you break down and miguel is there to catch you, just like you did with him that one night when he told you what happened to gabriel.

“i love you…” you sob softly.

his heart swells, gently squeezing you with love. “té quiero tanto, mi reina. more than you know.”

you two stay like that for a while until you finally calm down and the tears finally stop. just a tender moment of embracing one another.

“i’m sorry… the hormones fuck me up.” you lean back, letting out a few sniffles.

“don’t be, it’s okay.” his hands slowly rubbing encouraging circles on your arms before one of them reaches out to grab a tissue from your nightstand.

“thank you…” you take the offered tissue from him. “god… i know you just said those sweet things but i really do feel like a mess after all that crying.” you glance down at yourself. flushed cheeks, dried up tears, messy hair, and still in your robe.

“you can take a bath, clean you up so you can feel better.” miguel suggests.

“yeah, a bath does sound really nice.”

he softly chuckles before helping you up from bed. “vamos, amor. let’s go prepare your bath.” as he guides you to the bathroom, miguel leans down towards your ear. “afterwards, i can show you exactly how much i adore you and this gorgeous body.”

there’s a hint of seductiveness in his tone that sends a shiver down your spine. you know exactly what he means and you anticipate for what plans he has.

after a relaxing bath with miguel’s help washing you and cleaning you up, you find yourself spread out on the bedsheets wearing a fresh, thin satin nightgown and a pregnancy pillow underneath for comfort. your heart beats quick with anticipation as miguel slowly approached towards the edge of the bed, wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweats, your favorite. that mix of lust and adoration glint in his eyes increases your anticipation. those same brown eyes admire your plump, glowing form.

“tan hermosa.” he notices your bashful face and makes him smile. miguel loves his effect on you and how simple sweet words can make you shy.

slowly kneeling in front of the bed, miguel leans down towards your legs and gently grabs one leg and brush his lips against your ankle. his lips leaves a trace of soft kisses as he slowly trails up your leg, reaching towards your inner thigh.

“i love these thighs.” he murmurs against your skin. “wanna wrap them around my face all day.” before you can say anything, your breath hitches as you feel his lips suck your inner thigh, silencing you.

your core begins throbbing with want. “miguel…”

“so soft…” he whispers in between kisses and light sucks, earning soft gasps and moans from you. alternating between thighs, spreading them to access more skin and leave more kisses.

the teasing kisses were wearing your patience thin and your body started feeling hot. “miguel, please~” a soft whine from your lips.

“relájate, bebé. lemme worship you.” miguel can’t help but grin at your impatience. it’s so adorable when you whine and beg for him.

trailing upwards, miguel slowly lifts up the hem of your nightgown exposing your swollen belly and panties. a soft gasp falls from your lips as the cool air hits your core. he doesn’t ignore the wet stain on your panties, making him grin. but miguel’s attention is on your belly. he peppers it with adoring kisses and whisper sweet praises, making your heart flutter and mind floaty while feeling hot and bothered.

miguel feels a faint kick against his lips, both of you chuckle. “si, princesa. papí is taking care of mamá.” he softly whispers against your skin.

that melts your heart.

“té quiero, mi reina. té quiero tu pancita. your gorgeous belly, growing our baby.” he murmurs between kisses, worshiping your tummy. each kiss earns a faint kick from your baby.

you reach down and dig your fingers in his hair, brushing through those soft wavy curls. “miguel~”

“such a pretty mamí.” very slowly, his lips trail back down to where you really want him. he chuckles at the way your hips buckle ever so slightly. “don’t worry, bebé. i’ll take care of you.”

gripping the sides of your panties, miguel slowly slides them off your body. he curses quietly at your glistening pussy, dripping already for him.

“dios, you’re dripping, bebita. ¿todo para mi, huh?” his eyes never leave your glistening cunt as he tosses your panties somewhere on the floor.

“y-yes, miguel por favor—”

“shhh, i’m here…” he shushes you softly, calloused hands spreading your thighs and rest them on his bulky shoulders. “let me know if it’s too much.” miguel glances up at you with sincerity, you nod, and he doesn’t hesitate to dive into your sweet cunt.

a moan erupts from your throat as miguel’s lips suckle on your throbbing clit, causing your back to arch off the bed. the bedroom is filled with your moans as your boyfriend eats you out passionately. his tongue draws delicate circles on your precious pearl, sending your mind haywire and squirm underneath his hold. a loud moan echos in the room as miguel’s tongue begins penetrating you.

“oh my- miguel!~” you arch your back, gripping tightly on his brown locks, earning a groan from him.

you’re so fucking sweet, an addictive nectar that he can’t get enough of. you always tasted sweet but even more now that you’re pregnant. miguel is going fucking crazy at your sweetness, slurping and eating you up as if you’re his final meal.

“fuck- you’re so- fucking sweet, bebé.” he moans in between slurps and licks.

unfortunately, you swollen tummy blocks the beautiful view but you can still see those cute brown locks. while alternating between his tongue fucking you and sucking on your clit, miguel reaches a hand up and places it on your belly, his thumb caressing it. the multiple sensations of pleasure he was providing was overwhelming, your mind haywired. using your free hand, you interlock yours with miguel’s that is on your belly, making the connection more intimate. the familiar warm sensation in your tummy gradually develops, building and building up as miguel continues pleasuring you in miraculous ways.

“m-miguel, i’m gonna—”

“dámelo, bebé.” he gently squeezes your hand.

god you love it when he says that, so fucking hot. his tongue movement increase, determined to make you reach the pinnacle of pleasure. your pitchier and louder moans echo in the bedroom as your orgasm approaches. finally, with a loud whine of his name like a prayer, you gush around his tongue. the death grip on his hair makes him groan but miguel doesn’t give a shit, too busy devouring your sweetness. miguel is a greedy little shit, devouring every ounce of your sweet nectar. swirling his tongue around and slurring up everything he can get, not wasting any drop as if his life depends on it.

“m-miguel, please stop- no more, i can’t—” your legs tremble as you begin to feel overstimulated by the never-ending pleasure he still provides. plus, the pregnancy hormones make you extra sensitive. if he doesn’t stop, you will have another orgasm and right now you’re desperate for his cock.

your boyfriend slurps up any leftover sweetness and gives your now sensitive clit one final suck before finally rising from your trembling thighs.

“you taste so fucking sweet, mamí. even sweeter now because you’re pregnant.” his tongue runs over his lips glistening with your come, collecting the leftover. the sight makes your pussy flutter.

goddamnit, this man drives you crazy.

“¿estas bien?” he returns to his sweet, caring nature. a huge contrast from his seductive nature a few seconds ago. while wanting to provide you pleasure, miguel still focuses on your wellbeing.

you hum softly with a weak nod, recovering from your high. melting into his touch as his fingers stroke your cheek with such tenderness. sudden discomfort hits you when you feel wetness on your chest. glancing down, a frown settles on your face when two small wet stains are found on your nightgown. your face grows warm with embarrassment.

“goddamnit…” you curse frustratingly at the sight.

miguel’s brows furrowed in concern for a moment then follows your line of sight.

oh… you’re leaking.

you pinch the bridge of your nose while sighing frustratingly. great, now you ruined the sexy time. “sorry… didn’t expect this shit to happen.”

miguel quickly shakes his head. “no, no, no. don’t be sorry, it’s natural, mi amor. no te procupes.” he caresses your face as a sign of reassurance.

he might be weird but miguel can’t stop… looking at those two damp spots, more specifically your tits. he figures you’d start leaking since your breast are overflowing with milk prepared for your daughter when she arrives. it’s just… so fascinating to see. miguel is so fascinated that his hand has a mind of its own and slowly reaches towards your covered breasts. a frown settles on his face when your hand stops him, glancing at you worryingly.

“perdóname, mi reina. i just…”

god, how the fuck can he say it? i wanna suck on your tits, drink your milk that’s clearly meant for our daughter? you’d think he’s fucking insane.

you look up at him with slightly confused eyes but brush it off. “it’s okay… i’m just gonna go change.” you’re about to get up before his hand on your upper arms stop you, gently holding you in place.

“don’t change. it’s okay, preciosa. don’t feel about it, like i said, it’s natural for a pregnant woman.” he reassures you sweetly, caressing your arms.

you shrug, sighing. “i just wasn’t expecting that to happen right now. they just feel so fucking heavy.” leaning towards him, you hide in his chest and you feel his arms wrap around you lovingly.

he understands your discomfort and wishes to take it away. miguel is a problem solving guy and he wants to solve this problem. then, a light bulb imaginably appears on the top of his head.

“want me to message them for you?” he asks.

“sure.” you’re about to scoot over and expect miguel to sit beside you but instead he guides you to lay back down on the bed, leaving you slightly confused.

he notices your confused wide eyes. “do you trust me?” his thick fingers fiddle with the bow attached to the top of your nightgown where it holds your breasts, a sign of asking for consent.

your heart leaps in anticipation and excitement, knowing what he means. “always.”

with your consent, his fingers slowly untie the pretty bow and opens up the top of your nightgown, revealing your swollen breasts. his pupils dilate dramatically as he admires your beautiful breasts. licking his lips subconsciously at the small white droplets leaking from your perky nipples.

you recognize that glint in his eyes.

hunger.

that hungry look makes your clit throb but your mind says otherwise, feeling a bit insecure. you try to cover your chest but his hands gently pry them away.

“don’t hide from me, preciosa.” miguel looks up at you with sincerity and pleading. “ever.”

his whispered reassurance makes your heart flutter, a task he never fails to do. obliging, you allow your arms to move away and rest flat on the bed.

staring in awe of your breasts, miguel’s hands slowly come up and carefully cups them. that elicits a soft gasp from you. his cock twitches at the soft sensation of your breast in his palms. board palms gently message the soft, sensitive squishy fat. message out the knots and swollenness of your breasts, relieving you of that discomfort. the addictive sensation elicits soft moans and whimpers from you, arching your back into his touch.

“more, please…” you whimper, needing more pressure to feel more relieved.

“okay, mi amor.” miguel obliged and applies a bit more pressure with his hands, messaging your tits with care. each cute sound you make goes directly to his cock, twitching and throbbing with want.

miguel loves making you come undone with his touch. all he wants is to make you feel good.

those brown eyes stare in awe of your moving breasts, admiring the squishy fat moving in his large palms. but miguel is more focused on the tiny white droplets leaking from your nipples. a sudden wave of hunger courses through him like a tsunami. the longer he stares, the harder his cock becomes.

his honey mind also conjures up naughty thoughts. so much milk… flowing inside those pretty breasts of yours… begging to be drank.

fuck- does he have a lactation kink?

well, he does now thanks to you.

allowing those naughty instincts to take control, miguel leans over and captures a nipple with his lips hungrily. a gasp falls from your own when you feel him suckle on it, instinctively gripping on his hair.

“miguel!~” your chest arches into his mouth with a moan, seeking for more and more.

fuck, your pussy is so sweet and addicting but your milk is just something else.

another part of you he’s addicted to.

“y-you taste amazing, bebé.” he can’t get enough of your sweet milk, the warm liquid flowing down his thirst, humming happily. his hand squeezes your tit with a little pressure to gain more milk.

you feel his adam’s apple bobble with each gulp. his cheeks hollowed as he continues drinking. miguel alternates between both breasts, drinking one while his hand squeezes the other. the sensation sends tingling of pleasure to your clit. each suckle, lick and squeeze leaves you a throbbing mess. the pleasure is so intense, so good that you feel hot and bothered. as if he knows your body well, miguel lowers one hand down and gives your clit some attention after being neglected for a little. the sudden sensation causes a sharp moan to erupt from your throat.

“oh! miguel!~ please, don’t stop~” your fingers grip tighter on his hair as you feel that familiar warm feeling in your lower belly coming back with each flick of his finger on your sensitive pearl.

miguel continues suckling on your tit while playing with your clit before pushing in two digits into your tight folds, eliciting a heavenly whine. now that warm feeling was approaching fast. overwhelmed with the intense pleasure miguel continued providing. the next thing you know it, another loud moan of his name echos in the room as you come for the second time, gushing over his thick fingers. miguel gives your nipple one last suck while your chest arches as you come before finally breaking away.

your panting echos in the room, overwhelmed with the pleasure yet feel so good. god you love your boyfriend. a prideful grin on miguel’s face for making his girl feel good for a second time.

“you okay, amor?” he carefully slides out his fingers from your dripping folds while looking down at you with a loving, caring expression.

“holy shit, miguel. fuck yeah, damn…” you weakly chuckle, feeling utterly fucked out.

he chuckles as well, sheepishly. “sorry for going overboard, you just tasted so good.”

you weakly shake your head, giggling. “i can tell.”

a sheepish smile graces his lips as he rises to grab the cloth on the nightstand. miguel begins cleaning up in between your thighs but stops when you tug him back his dog tags and bring him down for a kiss. it surprises him but immediately reciprocates, hovering over you, mindful of your tummy. although, he doesn’t expect you to be so eager. practically devouring his lips as if your life depends on him.

“bebé—”

“get on the bed, now.”

now miguel is the surprise one but honestly is turned on by your command. he loves it you boss him around. authority looks so good on you.

all that pleasure left you a throbbing mess and craving for him, specifically his cock. not to mention the pregnancy hormones going bonkers now.

you’re a horny mess thanks to your boyfriend.

the man knows better than to keep you waiting so he swiftly takes off his sweats and lays in bed. his pupils dilate immensely as you get on top of him, groaning when your cunt meets with his aching cock. you’re so hot and bothered that you take off your nightgown, leaving yourself bare to miguel’s hungry eyes. you feel his cock twitch underneath.

“joder, bebé…” those brown eyes roam over your gorgeous figure, admiring the angel above him.

actually, a goddess above him.

once aligned with his cock, both of you let out a moan as you slowly sink down his length. fuck, you’re goddamn so tight, miguel’s mind goes haywire. his tip glazed your cervix perfectly. of course with miguel’s help, guiding you with his hands on your hips. however, your hips seem to have a mind of their as you begin already bouncing on him. finally riding his cock after what felt like forever.

moans and groans linger in the hot air of sex, bouncing the four walls of the bedroom. miguel admires his angel riding his cock to oblivion, admiring your bouncing tits. his hands leave your hips and cups your breasts, giving them squeezes. relishing the soft squishy fat in his palms, earning angelic moans from you since they’re extra sensitive. his hands move down to your belly and holds it securely. possessive thoughts ran across his mind.

your gorgeous belly, your baby growing inside. it’s his baby growing inside you. he is the one who got you pregnant, no other man. proof that you belong to him. miguel never felt that possessive of you but the longer he admires your pregnant belly, the more possessive he is of you. the fact it’s his baby, he is the father, he got you pregnant ignites that certain possessive side of him. it drives miguel insane.

“mira, mi niña hermosa.” his sweet praise makes you flustered, moaning softly. “growing our baby.” he gently rubs your baby bump. “my baby… growing inside you… so fucking beautiful.”

each praise goes straight to your pussy, making you clenching around him which causes miguel to groan. you’re extra sensitive so the praises hit different than usual, feeling more shy and vulnerable.

“m-miguel~” you arch your back.

“sí, hermosa. doing so good, baby~” miguel groans and throws his head back against the pillow as you continue riding him. relishing the sensation of your sweet pussy squeezing the fuck out of his cock.

he keeps his hands on your rest so he can do most of the movement, despite you wanting control. even though he’s deep in a state of ecstasy, miguel is still attentive to your wellbeing and makes sure you don’t accidentally harm yourself due to your pregnancy. the moment you feel discomfort, he’s stopping. however, you seem to be in a deep state of ecstasy too considering your pitchy moans and furrowed brows of pleasure. such a pretty sight.

“miguel, miguel, miguel.” a mantra of his name.

“ay mi amor~ so fucking good.”

the lovemaking process increases intensely. each thrust, the tip of miguel’s cock kissing your sweet spot, his thumb flicking your clit. you release another loud moan, coming for the third time. jesus, that is the most orgasms you’ve experienced and it all thanks to miguel. speaking of him, miguel soon follows and releases his thick seed deep in your pussy with a groan of your name. if it was possible, you would’ve made another baby. your hips finally come to a stop while indulging in your high, utterly fucked out. miguel’s hands give them gentle rubs. noticing how exhausted you are, miguel lays you down on the bed after pulling out and you come off top of him. calloused hands slowly guide you down until your back meets the mattress.

“you okay?” your boyfriend asks, caressing your cheek. “both of you?”

“mhm, we’re fine.” you hum, exhausted.

miguel leans forward and places a soft kiss on your forehead, making you smile droopingly. reaching from the nightstand, he grabs the prepared water bottle and brings it up to your lips once you’re sit up, with his hand on your back as support.

“más, preciosa. we pushed your limits tonight.” he encouraged, feeling a bit dissatisfied with the little water amount you drank. you came three times tonight, that exceeds your usual count.

you obliged and drink more water, relishing the refreshment to cool down your body. once you finished and miguel was more satisfied with the amount, you hand the bottle to him and he drinks.

“let’s get you washed up, amor.”

“but i don’t wanna get uuuup.” you whine, flashing that cute pout miguel adores.

“mamí, you know you hate not taking a shower before bed and you won’t stop complaining about feeling dirty until you do.” he shoots you an unimpressed look, arching a brow.

you sigh grumpily. “true… okay, fine.”

“don’t worry, i’ll carry you.” he smiles before setting down the water bottle and carefully scoops you up in his arms, heading to the bathroom.

you and miguel indulge in a relaxing bath together. well, your second bath but with miguel this time. your back rests against his chest, eyes closed while relishing the warm water and his body heat. his calloused hands rub gentle circles on your belly. a quiet, relaxing moment with the man you love.

“¿estas bien, hermosa?” he whispers.

you hum contently. “yeah, just perfect.”

he smiles and presses a kiss on the top of your head, wrapping his arms around you. “i’m glad.”

instinctively, you lean into his embrace and softly sigh. “thank you for everything tonight… the talk and mind-blowing sex but really the talk, i really needed that. the hormones can be a bitch sometimes.”

miguel softly chuckles at that. “i understand and of course, bebita. i’ll always worship you and love you no matter what.” he raises a hand and gently turns your chin so you can meet his eyes, brown pools of adoration. “té quiero tanto, mi reina. siempre.”

his sincere words of adoration melts your heart. faint tears begin prickling in your eyes but you blink them away. “té quiero, miguel.” cupping his cheek, your lips collide in a soft, passionate kiss.

after a moment of basking in each other’s presence in silence, miguel begins washing you. a happy sigh escapes your lips as his fingers gently scratch your scale covered in shampoo. after rinsing your hair with the nozzle, miguel grabs the loofah with soap and begins lathering your body ever so gently. his eyes admire every inch of your body. from every detail of your angelic face, eyes, lashes, lips, other facial features. to your chest, swollen belly, hips, thighs, legs. everything about you is perfect.

his perfect little angel.

his loving stare makes you look away shyly, feel heat rising in your cheeks and heart beating rapidly in your chest like a drum. even though he has seen your body before, he still makes you shy.

miguel noticed, softly chuckling. “¿qué?”

“don’t look at me like at.”

“i can’t admire the woman i love?” a smirk on his lips.

you roll your eyes, shyly smiling. “estas loco.”

“para ti, sí.”

oh my god- this man. he’s just so… ugh!

once he washed your body and rinsed you off, you do the same with him, despite his many objections. after treating you with adoration and pleasure, it’s only fair to wash him. besides, you love washing his hair, feeling those soft brown curls through your fingers and gently scratching his scale with your nails just the way he likes it. you also love peppering kisses over his face while washing his hair, you get to see that pretty smile of his, a sight you love.

once you washed him and he rinsed off the remaining soap in the tub, you two finally get out. miguel steps out first to grab your towel and gently drys you off before wrapping it around you and help you step out of the tub. with a towel wrapped around his hips, very low by the way, miguel helps you slip into fresh panties and a different nightgown. he then applies lotion on your skin. calloused hands rubbing amongst your skin, lips pressing soft kisses on each area he applied lotion on, whispering endless praises of love. just the way you like it.

while drying out your hair with your towel, miguel dresses himself in a red flannel sweats and applies lotion on himself as well. your eyes can’t stop lingering on his body and the flexing of his muscles as he maneuvers around. wet streaks of hair sticked to his forehead, the sliver dog tags adorned around his neck shimmering in the light.

he’s so pretty, dreamlike.

after miguel brushed your hair and you both brushed your teeth, he carries you back to bed. oh he’s so giving you princess treatment right now but you love it. plus, you know he loves carrying you to have you in his arms and to show off his strength. even though you’re lighter than a feather (no matter what, the man is a tank and can carry anyone any size).

once rested comfortably in the sheets, you snuggle up in miguel’s arms that are wrapped around you protectively. his broad chest against your back, his hands caressing your swollen tummy. that triggers another faint kick from the baby.

“she says goodnight.” you smile.

leaning towards your belly, miguel plants a soft kiss on top. “buenas noches, mi princesa.” he whispers sweetly then lays back down and embraces you, kissing your temple. “buenas noches, mi reina.”

“buenas noches, bebito.”

after a beautiful evening, you and miguel sleep peacefully in each other’s arms. his hand on your belly never left throughout the night.

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luvvictoria · 3 days ago

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what about a missus who likes to ride in her free time ? Bro I have a horse and he's so sweet, too bad my mom cooked his balls

F!reader who rides horses in her free time, but right now on a mission briefing at the person who hired y'all's mansion and they take you to the backyard saying it's quieter there but you see that this person right here has a white horse and pretty much beg them to let you ride their horse, which finally said yes, much to your surprise and their exhaustion.

Price tries to keep the mission on track, but the second you hop on that horse like it’s second nature, he just sighs in exasperation. “Bloody hell… Focus, will ya?” But deep down, he respects the skill. Might even get a little nostalgic, remembering an old cavalry story his grandfather told him.

Soap absolutely loses his mind the moment you jump onto the horse bareback. “NO SADDLE?! NO REINS?! Lass, are ya a bloody centaur?” He’s hyping you up from the sidelines, calling you the Horse Commander from now on. 100% tries to convince you to let him ride double, but you’re not risking him spooking the horse.

Gaz whips out his phone so fast. “Nah, this is insane. You do this for fun? Like, just casually?” He’s amazed but also a little concerned. “What if it throws you off?” You just give him a smug look before making the horse perform some fancy maneuver like a damn show rider. He’s convinced you’re some kind of equestrian superhero ( in private he asked you if you know Twilight Sparkles )

At first, Ghost acts like he doesn’t care. Arms crossed, watching quietly while the others lose their minds. But when he sees how the horse responds to just your voice and touch, he mutters, "Impressive." Probably the highest praise you’ll get from him. Later, he subtly asks you about it—how you learned, how you control them so easily. If you offer to teach him, he’ll scoff, but you’ll catch him watching you ride with something close to admiration.

Mission Briefing? What Mission Briefing? The person who hired them is just standing there, unsure if they should continue discussing intel or admire the way you’re treating their expensive, highly-trained horses like oversized dogs. Eventually, Price groans, “Can we get back to work?” but everyone (except him) is way too entertained by your horse-riding skills to focus.

Extra Bonus: When you finally return, still grinning and patting the horse like a good boy, Soap dramatically clutches his chest. “Lass, I think I’m in love.” Ghost mutters, "Get in line.”—so quietly that no one hears him.

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skyguytoast · 2 days ago

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧’𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞...

warning: some of the headcanons are +18 and explicit

a/n: hii, i really should finish my college essay, but this idea popped into my head and i couldn't help but write... it got a little poetic in some parts, but i hope you enjoy it ;)

• At first, Hayden fought his feelings for you tooth and nail. He was a man of strong morals, someone who always prided himself on doing the right thing. Falling for someone significantly younger than him? That wasn't part of the plan. But then you appeared—carefree, confident, and completely unlike anyone he’d ever met before. You turned his world upside down, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stay away.

• There was no way Hayden was going to make the first move. He convinced himself over and over that what he felt was nothing more than admiration, curiosity at best. But you? You saw right through him. When you asked him out, he tried to laugh it off, say something about just being friends, but he couldn’t resist you. The first few times, it really was just friendly meetups—until one day, it wasn’t.

• When Hayden finally asked you to be his girlfriend, he did it in the most ridiculously romantic way. He had spent weeks planting your favorite flowers in a small garden, waking up early to tend to them himself, getting dirt under his nails, just to make sure they bloomed perfectly. When the moment came, he took your hand and walked you through the rows of blossoms, his voice quiet but sure as he finally admitted, "I don’t want to pretend anymore. I love you."

• He was always building things for you. A bookshelf when he noticed your books piling up, a handmade chair just because he wanted you to have something crafted with his hands. He’d spent hours sanding and staining the wood, never once complaining because he knew how much it would mean to you. Seeing your face light up when you saw what he made? That was his favorite part.

• Late at night, when the world quieted down, Hayden loved nothing more than wrapping his arms around you from behind. Standing out on the balcony, watching the stars, he’d rest his chin on your head and murmur, "You know you’ve completely ruined me, right?" And yet, he wouldn’t change a thing.

• Forget fancy Hollywood outings—Hayden preferred the simple moments. Trips to the farmers’ market where he’d pick out fresh fruit for you, afternoons spent browsing old bookstores, lazy beach days where he’d carry you over the hot sand so you wouldn’t burn your feet. Life was slower, sweeter, and infinitely better with you by his side.

• Bringing you into his world meant bringing you into his daughter’s world too. Blair adored you from the start, and before long, the three of you became inseparable. Family outings to the park, movie nights with popcorn fights, and trips to Disney where Blair would completely ignore Darth Vader because meeting Princess Aurora was way more important.

• At your insistence, Hayden finally made an Instagram. It was supposed to be just for checking out Star Wars fan pages and keeping up with you, but somehow, it turned into something else. His entire feed was filled with you—candid shots he took when you weren’t looking, blurry pictures of your smile, videos of you laughing until you cried. It was less of an Instagram account and more of a personal love letter.

• Hayden was endlessly patient when it came to the public scrutiny. He knew people had opinions—about the age gap, about him dating someone so much younger—but he didn’t care. Every time a snide comment surfaced online, he’d just look at you, smile, and say, "Let them talk. I know what we have."

• And when the world got too loud, he always had a way of making you feel safe. Whether it was holding your hand under the table during interviews, pulling you into a slow dance in the kitchen just to see you smile, or whispering against your skin at night, "I love you, and I’m not going anywhere." Because at the end of the day, you were his peace, and he was yours.

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• Hayden transformed each intimate encounter into a loving tribute, a sacred ritual dedicated solely to you. It was never merely about physical pleasure, but an act of deep devotion and adoration. As he explored your body with tender, reverent hands, he marveled at your beauty, murmuring awestruck words of love and gratitude. Each discovery, from the curve of your hip to the way your skin flushed beneath his touch, filled him with wonder and humility. Hayden knew he was the luckiest man alive to call you his.

• You had the power to make Hayden feel invincible, like a king surveying his kingdom as you took him into the warm, silken depths of your mouth. Your lips and tongue worshipped him with an enthusiasm and affection that set his very soul ablaze. You made his cock jump and throb with renewed vigor, painting him harder than anything. Hayden was no longer a resilient youth, but his desire for you was timeless and unyielding, a force of nature. With every swirl of your tongue and bob of your head, you made him feel like the only man in existence, the center of your universe.

• As your shared climax approached, Hayden's forehead pressed against yours, your breaths mingling, your hearts pounding as one. In the charged silence between gasps and sighs, a thousand unspoken words passed between you - a telepathic dance of love, lust, and ecstasy. Pleasure built upon pleasure, cresting in a tidal wave that crashed over you, binding you in its foaming embrace. In those blissful, electrifying moments, you were not two separate beings, but a single, wonderful sensation.

• Hayden's head lolled back, eyes squeezing shut as your lips enveloped his sensitive flesh, your warm mouth a heavenly cocoon. The feeling of your tongue, your breath, your worshipful suckling - it set his blood alight, making his heart carwheel wildly in his chest. A symphony of masculine cries, low and guttural, filled the air as Hayden surrendered himself to your oral attentions. His fingers tangled almost desperately in your hair, anchoring himself to this earth as you pushed him towards the heavens. Moans and whimpers tumbled from his lips, a fervent, instinctive plea for you to keep going, to never stop, his body trembling with the intensity of his pleasure. The sound of your name fell from his lips like a prayer, a benediction, a desperate entreaty. In that moment, you were his religion, his reason for worship, his everything.

• Though the years had begun to etch their subtle lines upon Hayden's handsome face and his body no longer sprang back to rigid attention as readily as in his youth, his desire for you remained undiminished, a relentless force that laid siege to your senses. He may not match your youthful vigor in speed, but he more than made up for it in skill and ardent devotion. Hayden's tongue, a masterful instrument honed by years, could bring you to the brink of rapture with a single, languid caress. He took his time, savoring every flush, every fold, his lips painting a roadmap of pleasure upon your silken flesh. He feasted on your pussy as if it were the nectar of the gods, his blue eyes flickering up to drink in the sight of your abandon, your back arched, your fingers fisted in his blonde hair. He reveled in the taste, the scent, the very essence of your arousal, losing himself in the act of loving you, of worshipping you with every skillful sweep of his tongue. Slow and steady, he stoked the flames of your desire, his own lust burning hotter with each throaty moan he drew from your lips. Age had not cooled Hayden's passion, but only refined his technique, honing him into a connoisseur of your every fleeting taste and texture. He was a maestro at the podium, orchestrating your pleasure with the singular obsession of a man who knew he was playing for an audience of one - you. And as he pleasured you, he made it his personal mission to grow hard again, to rise to the occasion until he filled you once more, his body a testament to his bottomless, enduring love.

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redtsundere-writes · 3 days ago

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Price's beard is famous around base—a rugged, full, and commanding presence that spoke to both discipline and masculinity. That type of beard that's hard to grow and maintain. And there's his hair. An immaculately cut, effortlessly styled, and somehow looking even better every time he comes back for a mission. Soldiers always pester him to tell them who his barber is, but he always gatekeeps it. He never cracks. It's his best well-kept secret.

After months of deployment, his beard needed a refresh. He knocked on his neighbor's door, a cute hairstylist that does her family and friend's hair on her free time. You opened the door with a huge smile to see Price was back home safe and sound.

“The usual?” You asked, pulling a chair from the kitchen for him to sit in. It was part of the routine. A warm hug after months of not seeing each other, letting him in your house, offer him something to drink, and putting his favorite tunes on the speaker.

“You know it. Just work your magic.” Price trusted you completely, almost blindly. You had been his barber for years now. “How's the family?”

“Pretty good, captain. My lil sister is getting married next week. I'll be doing her hair, such a huge honor.” You placed the cape around his neck, breathing in his intoxicating scent with notes of amber and musk.

“That's wonderful news. You better send my congrats.”

“Will do, captain.”

You prepared your tools—your shears, straight blade, a new leather strap you bought recently. You really like when Price came by, it was the perfect opportunity to use your barber kit and practice with a handsome model. “The usual” was simple. Price was meticulous about his grooming, already keeping his hair in check with the products you’d recommended. It was just cutting the top of his hair, cleaning the edges of his beard and carve out sharp lines that framed that unmistakably strong jaw.

But it wasn’t just the cut that brought him back, he liked the nice chats and to admire how you worked. He loved the way you worked—slow, steady, deliberate. The way your tongue peeked out to focus on the details. The gentle press of your soft fingertips as you tilted his head. Unlike other barbers, you never asked any questions about his work, he didn't like to think about that on his free time. When he sat in your chair, the world outside didn’t exist. It was just the sound of the scissors, the warmth of your presence, and a fleeting sense of home.

“And this dickhead even has the nerve to ask: 'Are we fucking or are we splitting the check?' Like, what the hell?!” You were telling him how your last blind date ended as you cut the sides of his hair, making sure it didn't touch his ears because the tickles bothered him.

“What a fucking pillock!” Price gasped angry.

“That's what I said!” You huffed. “Who is raising these boys? I swear to god, my 8-year-old nephew is more a man than that bastard.”

“I always wondered why are you single, I think I have my answer now,” Price said.

“Look, I may be single, but I ain't desperate. I won't settle for anything less than a gentleman.” You scoffed as you finished the touch ups. “We are all done, handsome.”

You gave Price a mirror. He moved his head around to admire the details of your wonderful, usual, job. He felt like a new, clean man. You looked at him with a bright smile, satisfied with your job.

“I am telling ya, you were born for this,” Price said as you unbuttoned the cape.

“Aw, thanks, captain. You are always so sweet.” You blushed.

“How much do I owe you, luv?” Price pulled up his wallet.

“Oh, c'mon. You know it's always from the house.” You pushed the wallet from your sight, making him to put it back in his pocket.

“You can't be giving away your talent for free,” Price smiled. He liked the attention, but he didn't want to abuse of your kindness. “At least let me tip you.”

“Please, captain. I insist.” You looked at him straight to the eye. Your heart skipped a beat when he looked back at you with those dreamy eyes of him. He finally smiled in defeat.

“Fine, fine.” Price sighed, putting the wallet back in his pocket. “What about I take you out to dinner?”

“Captain, that's not necessary…” You chuckled.

“Not as payment,” Price interrupted you. “As a date. I can give you the real gentleman you want.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks, catching you completely off guard. You hadn’t expected that—hadn’t expected him to be so direct, so effortlessly charming. Price took your hand and kissed your knuckles softly, his beard tickling your skin lightly.

You met his gaze, your smile breaking through before you could even think to suppress it. How could you say no? The most handsome client to ever sit in your chair had just asked you out—and you accepted without hesitation.

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blueberrisdove-sideblog · 3 days ago

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Can I see some hcs on a sub Mydei (if you can see it even being possible) there's barely any and I want to see him being a sub for once...

୨ৎ Warnings : dom!fem reader．nsfw/smut hcs ， bratty Mydei ， using a strap on Mydei while he sits on your lap ，forcing Mydei to wear a tight shirt that shows is physique ，pegging ， holding organsm ，small fic bonus under the cut ! ✧

୨ৎ Note : tysm for sending this ask to me nonnie! sub mydei is so underrated! (˶˃ᆺ˂˶)

Sub!Mydei who always… manages to stir up trouble, pushing your buttons with that playful grin. He loves to test your patience, and the way he smirks at you only makes your resolve stronger. He knows he’s getting under your skin, but deep down, he craves the kind of attention that only you can give him.

Sub!Mydei who always… wears that tight shirt you forced him into, showcasing his toned physique perfectly. It clings to him, accentuating every curve and muscle, and you can’t help but admire the view as he sits on your lap. “Do you like what you see?” he teases, his voice dripping with playful confidence. You respond by tightening your grip around his waist, reminding him who’s in charge.

Sub!Mydei who always… finds himself squirming as you strap on the harness. As he sinks onto your lap, you slide the tip of the strap-on against him, feeling him pulse with anticipation. “You know how much I love it when you sit on me,” you say, your voice low and sultry. He bites his lip, trying to keep his composure, but you can see the desire in his eyes. “You’re going to take it like a good boy, right?”

Sub!Mydei who always… tries to act tough, but you can feel his resolve waver as you press the strap-on inside him. He gasps, his body instinctively arching against you, and a teasing smirk crosses his face. “I didn’t think you had it in you,” he says, trying to sound nonchalant, but his breath hitches, betraying his need. “Maybe you’re not as dominant as you think.”

Sub!Mydei who always… pushes back against you, eager to take control as he starts to ride you. You relish in the way his hips move, the way he tries to regain dominance, but you know how to remind him of his place. “Careful now—I might have to teach you a lesson,” you say, your voice thick with authority. He grins, mischief dancing in his eyes, and challenges you, “Is that a promise?”

Sub!Mydei who always… finds himself losing focus as you pull him closer, your fingers gripping his waist, guiding him with just the right pressure. “You love this, don’t you?” you whisper, watching his expression shift from playful defiance to pure pleasure. “You can admit it; I won’t tell anyone.” He gasps, the heat of your words sending him over the edge.

Sub!Mydei who always… succumbs to the pleasure you provide, desperately chasing after release as he grinds against you. Each thrust sends shockwaves of ecstasy through both of you, and you can feel his cock straining against the fabric of his tight shirt. “I can’t take it anymore!” he gasps, his voice laced with desperation. “Please, I need you to let me cum!”

Sub!Mydei who always… tries to maintain his playful demeanor but can’t help but let out moans that betray him. “You’re so much better at this than I thought,” he admits, breathless and overwhelmed. “Maybe I should let you take control more often.” You smirk, enjoying the way he surrenders to the pleasure while still trying to cling to that teasing nature.

Sub!Mydei who always… finds himself completely at your mercy, his body responding to every command you give. As you guide him closer to the edge, you remind him how good it feels to let go. “Just relax and let me take care of you,” you coax, watching as his eyes roll back in pleasure. The tension in his body builds, and with one last push, he’s finally spilling over the edge, calling out your name as he finds his release.

ఌ Bonus : (Riding sub!mydei’s cock)

You find yourself in the dimly lit room, the air thick with anticipation as you watch sub!Mydei, his posture relaxed yet alert, sitting on the edge of the bed. The sight of him in that tight shirt, clinging to his toned physique, makes your heart race. You can see the outline of his cock pressing against the fabric, a clear indication of his excitement.

“Are you ready for me, Mydei?” you ask, your voice sultry as you step closer, a teasing smile on your lips. He looks up at you, a playful glint in his eyes. “I’ve been ready for a while now,” he replies, his tone cheeky but laced with genuine need. You can’t help but chuckle at his audacity, but you know he’s about to get what he wants.

You slowly climb onto the bed, positioning yourself above him. The sight of him, the cock that’s waiting just for you, makes your breath hitch. You feel the heat radiating from him, and you’re ready to take control. “Then let’s see if you can handle me,” you say, lowering yourself onto him, feeling the head of his cock brushing against your slick entrance.

Mydei lets out a shaky breath, his eyes darkening with desire. “Damn, you feel amazing,” he groans as you sink down, taking him deep inside you. The fullness makes you moan, your body instinctively adjusting to him. You love the way he fills you, the feeling of his cock stretching you just right.

As you begin to rock your hips, you can see his resolve start to crumble. “You’re such a good boy for me,” you purr, relishing the way he bites his lip, trying to suppress his moans. “I want to hear you, Mydei. Let me know how good this feels.” With every thrust, you bring yourself closer to that sweet, familiar tension, and you love seeing him unravel beneath you.

“God, you’re so tight,” he gasps, his hands gripping your hips, guiding your movements. You can feel his cock hitting all the right spots, sending electric jolts through your body. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this,” he admits, his voice breathy and desperate. You can feel your clit throbbing in response, each roll of your hips igniting the fire within you.

“Then let’s make it worth the wait,” you reply, picking up the pace, riding him harder. Your body moves in a rhythm that drives you both wild, and you feel the heat building within you. You can tell he’s close, the way his breath quickens and his grip on you tightens. “I can feel you getting close, Mydei. Are you going to cum for me?”

“Yes! Please!” he cries out, his voice filled with urgency. “I need to feel you cum around my cock!” The way he begs only heightens your desire, and you feel a rush of power knowing that you’re the one bringing him to this point of bliss.

“Not yet,” you tease, slowing down just a bit to make him squirm. You want to prolong the pleasure, to see how much he can take. “I want you to beg for it.” The challenge in your voice only fuels his need, and you watch as he tries to regain his composure, a mixture of frustration and longing on his face.

“Please, I can’t hold back much longer! I need to cum!” His desperation only adds to the intensity, and you quicken your pace once more, taking him deeper and harder. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with the moans and gasps that escape both of your lips.

“Good boy,” you whisper, feeling your own orgasm approaching. You lean forward, capturing his lips with yours in a heated kiss, the taste of him igniting every nerve in your body. “Cum for me, Mydei. I want to feel you fill me.” The command spills from your lips, and that’s all it takes.

With a loud groan, he finally releases, his cock pulsing inside you as waves of pleasure crash over him. You can feel him spilling his essence, filling you completely, and the sensation sends you spiraling into your own climax. The two of you ride out the waves together, lost in the bliss of the moment.

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