#he just wants me to do it so i'll be pliant and high and needy

[valentinoappreciator]

Doing hard drugs for the first time with Valentino 💞

Valentino grins at you as you enter his living room. You're visibly nervous; tugging at your earlobe and biting your lower lip. Yet, for all your nerves, if not downright fears, your steps are measured and confident as you walk over to sit next to him on the massive, overly spacious, red leather couch. Your high heels click against the polished floor.

"Good girl," he grins, immediately grabbing your chin to force you to look at him. He kisses you roughly, and the taste of his cigarettes lingers on his tongue as he shoves it down your throat. It makes you moan without even thinking, without even needing a script.

Your eyes close, and only when Valentino laughs mockingly, do they open again. Realizing you must've looked comically blissful, you blush a bit.

"So, baby cakes," he purrs and strokes a long, clawed finger down your cheek, "I hear from... reliable sources, that you've never done drugs. Are my sources to be trusted on this? Have you really never tried anything fun?"

You shake your head.

"N-No, I haven't. Some guy at my previous job offered me weed, but I... refused."

Valentino tilted his head slightly, grinning, but clearly confused.

"And why did you refuse, honey?"

"Well, I... he was a colleague. I wanted to remain professional with him. I didn't know him. If I'm to do drugs, I want it to be with someone I trust not to hurt me."

"Aawww, and you chose me to do drugs with for the first time? Darling, you flatter me," he purrs, tilting your head back with a finger under your chin. He kisses you again, but this time without tongue. There's not tenderness to it, because Valentino doesn't do tender, but, you think to yourself, if it was anyone but Valentino, it would have been tender.

But you don't want anyone but Valentino.

No, you want him. With all his deranged talk, all the debauchery he has you put up with. It's all him, and that's who you want. It's who you desire.

"Yes," you breathe against his lips, closing your eyes a sliver once more.

"Well then," he grins and pulls back, simultaneously pulling out a small bag of white powder from a pocket in his long coat.

Your heart skips a beat, and you suck in a breath. Valentino hears, of course, and skewers you with his sharp gaze.

"Nervous?"

"Yes," you repeat.

He grins.

"Aaww, baby, no need to be. Daddy will take good care of you. Don't I always?"

"Yes, Daddy. You always take such good care of me."

His grin widens, pulling his eyes into narrow, red slits. From another coat pocket, he withdraws a folded stack of bills. They're as crisp as a winter morning back on Earth. Probably as new as they come, too. Hot off the press.

"Now, doll," he begins in a sultry drawl, removing the clip from the money, and puts the notes on the coffee table. "You just let Daddy take care of this, okay? Don't want nothing to happen to my favorite girl, now do we?"

You giggle nervously.

"Of course not, Daddy."

"That's a good girl."

He shakes out a - to you - sizeable amount of coke. When you had said that you had never tried hard drugs before, you had assumed you would start out with a small dose. Not... this much. This looks like it could and would put you six feet more under the ground.

But, being a good girl, you don't say anything. Nothing to disturb Valentino as he uses some of the bills to line up the coke in several neat lines. Nothing to suggest that you're getting cold feet. Because, oddly enough, while it is scary, you aren't getting cold feet.

No, you're actually... excited about the idea of doing drugs with Valentino.

So, when he pulls you between his long, skinny legs, asking if you're comfortable, you snicker and nod.

"Yes, Daddy. Very comfortable." As if to emphasize just how comfortable, you snuggle back against him with a loud, dramatic sigh of content. He purrs, kissing your cheek.

"There's a good girl," he murmurs. With his insane height, he can easily loom over you, and he does. His body towering above yours, two of his hands help yours to grab a bill.

"Here, baby," he coos. "You want to do it like so." He shows you how to fold the bill to form a sort of tube. For once, he is actually gentle with you as he guides you.

"That's it. And then you just sniff it up into your pretty, little nose."

You're trembling - quite a lot, actually - by now, but Valentino is stroking your back and hair soothingly.

"All.... all of them, Daddy?"

He laughs. There's no mocking undertones this time.

"God no, baby! I don't want you to die again, however temporary that might be. No no, you start with this one," he points out a small, thin line in front of you, "and then you can do this one, if you're feeling brave." He points to another line, roughly the same size as the first one, but maybe a bit thicker.

You nod and swallow heavily.

"O...Okay."

He squeezes your shoulders before letting go of them again.

"No rush, baby doll. You can take your time," he purrs into your ear. "Daddy won't be mad. Promise."

You smile weakly.

"Thank you, Daddy," you mumble.

Squeezing the crisp bill a bit tighter, but without crumbling it, you lean down over the table. You position the hole of the tube over the start of the line, the other end of the tube at your left nostril.

"Remember, move quickly. Don't give the scary thoughts time to settle, baby." He sounds... excited.

You nod slightly and let out a deep, careful, shaky breath.

Then you do it. Moving quickly, while sniffing deeply, you end up snorting the entire line without difficulty. However, it stings something awful, and you wince once you sit back up.

Valentino is instantly over you, pushing you on your back and shoving his tongue in your mouth once more. You moan excitedly, grabbing the front of his coat, and return the kiss as best you can.

"That's it. I knew you could do it, baby," he purrs once he pulls back. "I knew I did right by making you my favorite."

The coke isn't kicking yet, but you know that Valentino has access to, and only dishes out, the purest drugs. Something tells you it won't take long before you're high out of your mind.

[woozinhos]

what are your thoughts on sub dino 🙂‍↕️ teasing him until he cries 🙂‍↕️

anon because I feel you I think I have a thing for subby men 😞

Chan had always been submissive in the bedroom, happy to let you take control and take care of him. But tonight, he was feeling particularly needy and sensitive.

As you undressed him, your fingers brushing against his skin, he couldn't help but let out a small whimper. Every touch felt like fire, sending sparks of pleasure through his body.

"Please," he whispered, his voice soft and desperate. "Please, I need you so badly."

You smiled at his needy tone, enjoying the way he was already falling apart for you. You loved seeing him like this, completely vulnerable and pliant under your touch.

"I know you do, baby," you cooed, your hands continuing to roam over his body. "You're so desperate for me, aren't you? So desperate for me to make you feel good."

Chan nodded, his eyes fluttering closed as you traced your fingers over his sensitive nipples. He let out a soft gasp, his body arching into your touch.

"Please," he begged again, his voice cracking. "Touch me more, I can't take it. I need to feel you everywhere."

You chuckled softly, enjoying the way he was begging for your touch. You leaned in close, your lips brushing against his ear.

"You're so needy tonight," you whispered, your breath hot against his skin. "Begging for me like a little slut. It's adorable."

Chan shuddered at your words, a small whimper escaping his lips. He loved being called names like that, loved being treated like your little plaything.

"I am a slut," he whispered, his voice trembling. "Your slut. Only yours."

You smirked, pleased with his response. You loved how quickly he submitted to you, how willing he was to give himself over completely.

"That's right," you murmured, your hand trailing down his stomach. "You're my slut, and I'll do whatever I want with you."

Your hand finally reached his cock, wrapping around the base and giving it a firm squeeze. Chan let out a strangled moan, his hips bucking up into your touch.

"Please," he begged again, his voice ragged. "Please, touch me more. I need it so badly."

You chuckled again, enjoying the way he was falling apart so easily. You began to stroke his cock slowly, your hand moving up and down the length of him in a steady rhythm.

"You're so needy, so desperate for my touch," you teased, your eyes locked on his face. "You're like a little puppy, begging for attention."

Chan whimpered at your words, his face flushing with embarrassment. But he couldn't deny the truth - he was like a puppy, desperate for your attention and your touch.

He tried to thrust his hips up into your hand, but you pulled back, denying him the friction he so desperately needed.

"No, no, please," he whined, his eyes pleading with you. "Don't tease me, I can't take it."

You chuckled again, a sadistic glint in your eyes. You loved toying with him, loved watching him squirm and beg for more.

"But you look so pretty when you're desperate," you cooed, your hand moving to cup his balls instead. "Besides, you're not in charge here. I am."

Chan let out a shaky breath, his body trembling with need. He knew you were right - he wasn't in control here, and he loved it.

He loved being at your mercy, loved letting you take control and do whatever you wanted with him. It made him feel small and vulnerable, but in a good way.

"Please," he whispered again, his voice barely audible. "Please, let me cum. I need to cum so badly."

You pretended to consider his plea, your hand stilling on his balls. You could feel them tightening, a sign that he was close to release.

"I don't know," you mused, a smirk on your face. "Do you really deserve it? Have you been a good boy for me?"

Chan nodded frantically, his eyes wide and pleading.

"I've been good, I swear," he babbled, his voice high and desperate. "I've been so good for you, please let me cum. I need it so badly, I'll do anything, just please let me cum."

You smiled, pleased with his response.

"Anything, huh?" you repeated, your hand moving back to his cock. "That's a dangerous offer, baby. Are you sure you're willing to do anything for me?"

Chan nodded again, his eyes fixed on yours. He was desperate, so desperate that he'd do anything to get what he wanted.

"Anything," he repeated, his voice shaking with need. "I'll do anything you say, I promise. Just please, please let me cum."

You grinned, a wicked idea forming in your mind.

"Alright then," you said, your hand beginning to move again, slowly stroking his cock. "I'll make you a deal. If you can hold out for five more minutes without cumming, I'll let you cum as hard as you want. But if you can't, you'll have to go to bed without any release."

Chan whined at the thought of being denied his release, but he knew he had no choice. He nodded, his eyes locked on yours as he braced himself for the challenge.

"Five minutes," he repeated, his voice strained. "I can do five minutes."

You smirked, your hand picking up speed as you began to jerk him off in earnest.

"Good boy," you praised, watching his face intently. "You're so obedient, so eager to please me. I love it when you're like this."

Chan let out a strangled moan, his hips bucking up into your hand involuntarily. His entire body was tense with need, his muscles coiled like a spring ready to snap.

"Please," he gasped, his voice cracking. "It's so hard, I don't know if I can last five minutes."

You could see the struggle on his face, the way he was fighting against his own body's urges. He was so close to the edge, so desperate for release, but he was determined to hold on.

"You're doing so well," you cooed, your hand continuing to move at a steady pace. "Just a little longer, baby. You can do it."

Chan's breath was coming in short gasps now, his chest heaving with each one. His body was shaking, his fingers digging into the sheets as he tried to keep himself from falling over the edge.

"Please, please, please," he chanted, his eyes squeezed shut in concentration. "I'm so close, I can't hold it much longer."

You could see tears of frustration forming at the corners of Chan's eyes, and it was almost enough to make you feel bad for him. But you were enjoying this too much, enjoying seeing him come undone under your touch.

"Just one more minute, baby," you whispered, your hand continuing to work his cock. "You're almost there."

Chan let out a sob, tears spilling down his cheeks as he tried to hold back his release. He was trembling all over now, his body on the verge of giving out.

"I can't," he gasped, his voice barely audible. "I can't hold it, I need to cum so badly."

Seeing the tears streaming down his face, you couldn't resist any longer. You leaned down and whispered in his ear.

"Let go, baby. Cum for me."

As soon as the words left your mouth, Chan's body arched off the bed and he let out a cry that was almost a scream. He came hard, his cock spasming in your hand as he released thick ropes of cum onto his stomach.

You continued to stroke him through his orgasm, milking every last drop out of him until he was left a shaking, trembling mess on the bed. He was gasping for breath, tears still streaming down his face as he slowly came down from his high.

You released his cock and leaned back, admiring the sight of him completely undone before you. He was covered in sweat and cum, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

"Good boy," you murmured, gently stroking his hair. "You did so well for me."

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[celestialpearls]

➱ reflection

➱ Husband! Jeon Wonwoo x afab! reader ➱ fluff, sexual themes, established relationship/marriage, implied idol! wonwoo, told from wonwoo's pov. ➱ 700 words ➱ Wonwoo always misses you whenever he has schedules overseas. So, you make an offer and he would be stupid to deny his wife. ➱ Warnings: reader has boobs and a vagina, mirror sex, consensual sex tape, use of pet names (baby, love, my good girl, wife). lmk if i've missed anything!

"Look at you. You're so pretty, baby."

Wonwoo coos when you whine and feels himself grow harder when he sees the reflection in the standing mirror. You and he fit each other like a glove as he runs his fingers over your tense stomach. His phone matches his actions so he can film both of you, to immortalise this moment. He wants to relive the memory whenever the darkness of his hotel surrounds him, thoughts filled with how much he misses you as he sloppily cums into his hands.

The sight of you bare while he's fully clothed, coupled with the needy sounds that leave your parted lips, makes his heart thunder. His gorgeous wife is pliant and desperate for him. And he's barely touched you, barely even started.

"Can't believe you're my wife. Mine to cherish forever, I'm a lucky man."

He gropes your boob roughly, then flicks your nipples repeatedly and smirks when your thighs shake. Just the smallest of touches is enough for you to react and a tinge of possessiveness flares up whenever he witnesses it.

"What do you need from me, baby? Say it, you know I'll give you anything."

Truthfully, he doesn't know how he's able to film as steadily as possible when all he wants to do is fuck you silly. But his patience and persistence are what he prides himself in, so he keeps at it. He recalls your casual demeanor at first when you asked if he wanted to film an intimate video to keep while he was on tour.

Taken aback (and highly keen on the idea), all he could was stare at you. He snapped back to reality when you groaned and buried your face in your hands, assuming his silence was his rejection. His wife, his beautiful wife, offering to film a sex tape that he can keep?

He'd be a fool to deny you.

Your breathing is heavy when you take the hand that was playing with your nipples. Wonwoo groans when you take two of his fingers in your mouth, your wet tongue warm and soft. Entranced, his phone follows and he almost keels over when you guide his fingers to your pussy. He smears your wetness all over your folds and harshly breathes in when your hole sucks his fingers in with ease.

"Fuck, you're already drenched. You want my fingers, love?"

Your response is almost incoherent and gosh, he's so hard that it's painful.

"Pl-please, Woo. Been so good for you, haven't I? Want - want your longers in me. Want your cock, wantyourcu-".

If he let you finish, he'd have come right there. You sounded so sweet as you begged but he'll get more out of you later. For now, he turns your face to taste your lips and sighs when he tastes the familiar strawberry lip balm.

It's difficult to pull away from your lips, from you but he manages. Luckily, the tripod stand is right next to the mirror and he grabs it so he can attach his phone to the stand's phone holder.

He chuckles when you pout, eyes glimmering as you look at him. "Why'd you stop touching me?"

Wonwoo stops filming so he can position the tripod stand to his preference. He wants to relive it so vividly that it would seem like you were there making those needy sounds for him and him alone. He goes behind you after he presses record again, squeezing your hips as he utters, "legs apart, baby. That's my good girl."

You shiver at the praise, turning your head to place a fleeting kiss on his lips.

He shakes his head in amusement, deciding to surprise you by plunging two fingers into your dripping heat. Your drawn-out, high-pitched moans and the lewd sounds that stem from pumping his fingers in you make his head spin to no end.

"Gonna put on a show for the camera, love," he curls his fingers, causing your body to twitch in his hold.

He hopes you're up for it. Judging by the squeak of his name and the bruising grip you have on his wrist when he rubs his thumb over your clit, he knows you are.