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yooniivrse · 8 months ago

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healing touches | myg

summary. sometimes, your boyfriend's tender touches and caring actions help heal your fragile state faster than any medication.

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pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: fluff, established relationship au

word count: 2.2k

content: yoongi comes home to find you sick / he makes you food / reader can't help but fall asleep literally everywhere / yoongi loves you too much 😪😪

warnings: very brief mentions of passing out

a/n: im a slut for sick fics and i couldn't find many yoongi ones so i decided to just write one 😋 if anyone has any ideas for fluffy or suggestive yoongi drabbles feel free to drop them in my asks 🙏🙏

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"I'm home!"

Yoongi's voice echoes through the house and he furrows his eyebrows at the lack of response to his words.

Usually, he would meet you at the lobby of your shared apartment on weekdays, as you would often stay back to grade a few assignments or prepare for the next day. On the days he didn't meet you, he would hear your footsteps as you made your way to greet him, or some sort of noise to prove that you were busy doing something.

But today, there was nothing but silence. Yoongi shrugs it off. You probably just lost track of time.

He makes his way into the living room and places the keys onto the small key holder on the wall.

He begins to remove his jacket but his actions still when he finds you sitting on the couch, a large blanket completely wrapped around you. The TV in front of you was on, but the sound was barely audible and your head was turned away from whatever you had put on to rest against the leather sofa.

Yoongi folds his jacket over his arm as he makes his way over to you.

"Did you get back from work early today?" He asks, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

You groan softly as you stir, slowly moving your head up to look at him through squinted eyes. You were going to whine about how he had disturbed your sleep, but decide against it. Complaining needed energy, energy that you currently lacked.

"Didn't go today. Called in sick."

A bead of sweat rolls down your temple and you begin to move out of the warm confinements of your blanket. Yoongi quirks an eyebrow at you, reaching out his hand to place it against your forehead.

You didn't have a fever, but your words came out dry and broken and there was a clear flush to your cheeks.

"Why didn't you tell me? Are you still feeling sick?"

You nod softly and move the blanket to the opposite end of the couch. You cringe at how your top sticks to your body from the sweat coating your skin.

"I just had a headache in the morning so I didn't think much of it. But after you left, I was like cold all of a sudden so I used the thermometer and it said I had a fever."

You leave out the part where you almost fainted in the bathroom as you changed back into your pyjamas after calling in sick, not wanting to worry your already worried boyfriend.

"You should've called me, I would've left work in a heartbeat," he says as he presses his lips against your forehead.

You ignore the way your heart flutters at his words, failing to bite back a smile.

"It wasn't even that bad, don't worry. Plus, I'm pretty sure the fever pretty soon after. I just fell asleep on the couch."

"Still. Did you take any medicine?"

"Yeah, I took some painkillers for the headache."

You notice how dry your voice is in your throat, wincing at the pain when you try to swallow.

"Did it help?"

"Not really, but I'm fine now so."

Yoongi places his jacket on the couch and makes his way to the medicine box he had placed in one of the kitchen cabinets, having to look through each one before finding it. He takes two tablets and brings them over to you along with a glass of water.

"I'm fine now, babe, seriously," you mumble, reluctantly taking the tablets and the glass from his hands.

"I don't wanna take any chances, love. Drink up."

He watches you as you tip the glass over your mouth and gulp down its contents. You hand it back over to him with a small sigh, and he places it down on the coffee table.

Your eyes scan over Yoongi's body. He's wearing a simple black hoodie, the one you steal from him the most because of how comfy the fabric is.

You reach out your arms invitingly, wanting nothing more than to melt in his arms after not seeing him the entire day.

"I don't wanna get you more sick though," he says, tilting his head as he runs his hands through his grown-out hair.

A small pout forms on your lips and you throw him a scowl.

"I'll get more sick and die right now if you don't cuddle me."

Yoongi laughs at your words. His gums are on display and his eyes crinkle into crescent moons.

"So dramatic," he mumbles.

The leather beside you sinks beneath his weight as he sits down and you instantly wrap yourself around him. His body radiates warmth and you throw one leg over his lap, snuggling your head closer into his chest.

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You don't quite remember falling asleep, but when your eyes flutter open, the sunlight in the room is replaced by blue rays emitting from the TV.

Goosebumps erupt across your back and you slightly shiver. The space beside you is empty, Yoongi is no longer there to provide you with any heat.

You blame the moody weather for the chills you feel across your body. You were starting to regret throwing away the patterned blanket a few hours earlier, desperately craving the warmth it had enveloped you with.

A few minutes go by and the only thing on your mind is how you were going to die of hypothermia any minute now. You had closed your eyes in hopes of falling asleep again, but your actions went in vain.

You let out a small groan as you turn your head to try to spot the blanket, trickles of pain erupting from your neck.

The fabric sat just out of your reach, and it seemed to mock your weak attempts at attempting to grab it.

You give up fairly quickly and resort to sitting completely still, trying to dull the ache that pulses through your limbs.

You hadn't been this sick in months and you felt as if this was the universe's way of reminding you how miserable it was.

"You OK?"

Yoongi's voice is deep and you look up to see him standing at the doorway to the living room carrying a plastic bag in one hand.

He throws his keys onto the counter and they hit the marble loudly.

His eyes squint against the harsh light of the TV as he sets down the bag and moves towards you.

"Yeah, I was just tryna get the blanket. Where were you?"

He brushes away a few strands of your hair before resting his hand against your forehead.

"Shit, you're burning up. I don't think a blanket is a good idea, love," he says.

"But it's freezinggg."

Your words come out as a small whine. Yoongi's eyes shift between you and the blanket, weighing out both options.

"How about you go to the bedroom and I can put a wet towel on your head, so you cool down while also being under the duvet?"

You practically shiver at the idea of a cold towel against your skin.

"Fine."

Yoongi reaches out his hand and you hold onto it as you stand up. It takes more energy than anticipated and you wince at the throb of pain in your legs.

"Where were you?" You repeat.

"Oh right. I was gonna make you rice porridge so I needed to get some stuff. Apparently it's great for when you're feeling sick."

You smile at your boyfriend and place a small kiss on his cheek.

"Thanks, baby."

"Mhm, no problem." Yoongi's grateful for the dim lighting of the room so that you don't have the satisfaction of seeing the blush that taints his cheeks.

"I'll bring it to the bedroom, you go lie down."

You nod before slowly making your way to the bedroom as Yoongi moves into the kitchen.

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By the time Yoongi comes into the room with a bowl in his hand, you're fast asleep again.

You lie completely curled up and covered by the blankets. Your cheeks are flushed from the incredible warmth you are putting your body through.

Yoongi sits down on the mattress carefully, not wanting to disrupt your peace.

"Wake up, love. Your food's ready."

"Not hungry," you mumble, bringing your knees closer to your body.

"You're not gonna get any better if you stay hungry."

You huff and reluctantly stretch out your limbs. With great effort, you lazily sit up against the headboard of the bed.

Yoongi takes a spoonful of the rice porridge and brings it to your lips. You take a mouthful and swallow it down eagerly.

"Not hungry my ass," Yoongi says with an accusing stare and you laugh.

You can't shake off the warm feeling that fills your heart at the domestics of the entire scene at hand as you take another large bite.

You end up eating the entire bowl but decide against asking for seconds. The need to sleep was stronger than anything else right now.

Yoongi leaves the room to put the bowl back and bring you a wet towel. He returns to find you sleeping again.

Your body must be exhausted from fighting whatever sickness had overtaken you for you to be sleeping this much.

He gently places the towel over your forehead, pressing it down so that it doesn't slip off onto the mattress.

Your brows furrow at his actions but you don't wake up. His hand reaches out to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, mumbling under his breath.

"Pretty."

Yoongi never thought he would find the one. He believed in love, but the idea of finding someone he could think of as home always seemed too unrealistic, a mere fantasy he would sometimes use for inspiration in his lyrics.

He never thought that the simple thought of someone could brighten his day. Until he met you.

You were chaotic and quiet and everything in between. Someone people could talk to comfortably and freely, someone open-minded and thoughtful.

Everyone seemed to love you, which is why it confused Yoongi whenever you would get flustered at the compliments that fell from his lips.

He thought you would have been used to it. He didn't know how someone could talk to you without showering you with compliments.

When he had told you this one night during the first few months of your friendship—before you started dating—you had laughed, confessing how you rarely ever got compliments. Yoongi still remembers how he had stood there dumbfounded.

Ever since that night, he had made a vow to shower you with compliments.

However, the words soon turned into a habit. They weren't any less truthful, but he found himself whispering them to you even while you were out of earshot or while you slept, like now.

Yoongi stays by your side for a minute longer, simply admiring the way the lamp on your nightstand illuminates your features with its faint glow.

Eventually, he stands up, only to feel your hand grab his before he can take a step.

Your grip is loose and your eyes are still closed, but you lightly tug at the sleeve of his hoodie and he finds himself returning to your side.

"Can you get me the blanket from the living room?"

Exhaustion laces your words despite the numerous naps you had taken throughout the day.

"Aren't you warm enough? I dont want you to have a heatstroke or something."

"I won't, I swear. Please?"

How can Yoongi say no when your voice comes out so fragile and your grip is so gentle. Fuck, you truly did have him wrapped around your finger.

"Fine."

You smile and Yoongi feels his heart skip multiple beats.

Your hand drops from his top and Yoongi retrieves your treasured blanket in less than a minute.

He drapes it over your figure, placing a kiss on your nose as he does so. He fights the urge to immediately slip into the bed beside you, not wanting your sickness to worsen from whatever his clothes may have contracted over the day.

He lazily strips himself and changes into the first pair of sweatpants he sees. He also takes off the wet towel from your forehead, wiping down your face and neck with it before folding it and placing it onto the nightstand.

Finally, he climbs under the duvet beside you. Your body instinctively turns to face his.

Yoongi doesn't expect to feel your lips on his cheek.

"Thank you. I really don't deserve you," you whisper. You drape an arm across his chest and roll onto your stomach, letting out a small moan of pain as you do so.

"You do, baby."

You deserve a lot more than just him taking care of you. You deserve the world itself in your hands and Yoongi knows that if you were to ever ask, he would give it to you in a heartbeat. He would give you the world and so much more.

He leans over your body to switch off the lamp.

"I love you," you whisper, a small yet content smile drawn on your face.

"I love you too."

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itsnesss · 1 month ago

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Hellooo! May I request fem! reader working as a cute playboy bunny waitress, but Robby finds out when he sees her so he gets angry and possessive and gives her a punishment (+18)? Thank you so much 😙🙏💕

𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 | robby keene × fem!reader

summary | the request

warnings | smut, nightclub work, bunny costume, dom!roby, sub!reader, explicit content, physical punishment (spanking), p in v, unprotected sex

word count | 2.0 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

The night at the club is in full swing, with the music pounding through the walls like a heartbeat. Heels click against the floor as you weave between tables with a tray in hand, dodging the overly enthusiastic hands of customers with a fake smile plastered on your face. The uniform you’re wearing—that skimpy Playboy Bunny outfit—is uncomfortable, but you know the tips make it worth it.

"It’s just a temporary job," you tell yourself for the umpteenth time. Soon, you’ll have enough money to leave this behind and move on with your plans. Or at least, that’s what you thought until you see him.

He’s seated at one of the tables in the back, his jaw tight and his eyes dark like the storm you know is brewing. You recognize him immediately; it would be impossible not to. That mix of fury and disappointment on his face makes the air freeze in your lungs.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he spits as you approach with hesitant steps, his words cutting through the noise like a knife.

"Robby, I… I didn’t expect to see you here," you stammer, trying to keep your voice steady.

He stands, his height intimidating even in a place this crowded. His gaze sweeps over your outfit, and the frown on his face deepens.

"You didn’t expect me to come? What else? Did you expect I’d never find out you’re working in a place like this?"

The way he says it, with disdain and something that sounds like hurt, makes you feel exposed, like you’re being judged for everything you are.

"It’s not what you think," you protest, but even to you, it sounds weak.

"Oh, no? Then what is it?" he asks, crossing his arms as he looks at you with a mix of disbelief and anger.

You try to explain that it’s just a job, that you needed the money, but every word seems to fuel his fury. Finally, Robby grabs your wrist—not hard, but enough to let you know he won’t take "no" for an answer.

"We’re leaving. Now." His tone is final, and for a moment, you feel small under his gaze.

"Robby, I’m working," you try to reason, though you know it won’t work.

He doesn’t reply, simply pulling you out of the club, ignoring the curious stares from others.

The walk to his car is tense, the silence between you heavier than any words. Once inside, Robby slams the door shut and turns to face you.

"What were you thinking?" His voice is loaded with emotions you can’t fully decipher.

"I was thinking about paying my bills, Robby. Not everyone has the luxury of choosing their jobs," you snap back, more defensive than you intended.

"And this is the path you choose? Letting those idiots look at you like you’re a piece of meat?"

His words are like a bucket of cold water.

"You have no idea how hard it is, so don’t judge me."

He stares at you, his jaw working as he tries to contain whatever he’s feeling. Finally, he exhales and runs a hand through his hair.

"It’s not just that. I can’t stand the thought of anyone else looking at you like that." His voice is softer now, but there’s still an edge of possessiveness in his words.

You don’t know what to say. Part of you is furious at his attitude, but another part can’t help but feel something else. Something you don’t want to admit out loud.

"This isn’t happening again," he says finally, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"You can’t decide that for me, Robby."

"Oh, yes, I can. Because if you won’t, I will."

When you reach his apartment, the air is still thick with tension. Robby closes the door behind you and looks at you with an intensity that makes your heart race.

"If you don’t understand what’s wrong with this, then I’ll have to make you understand," he says, stepping closer.

You take a step back, but the wall behind you cuts off your escape. Robby places a hand on either side of your head, trapping you in his gaze.

"Robby, you’re overreacting."

"Am I? Because from where I’m standing, it seems like you have no idea how much I care."

His proximity leaves you breathless. You know you should argue, fight against the control he’s trying to exert, but something in his tone, in the way he looks at you, makes you hesitate.

"I want you to understand something," he continues, his voice low and dangerous. "You’re mine. Only mine. And I’m not going to share you with anyone, especially not with a bunch of strangers at a club."

You swallow hard, your thoughts a jumbled mess as you try to process what he’s saying.

"I can’t let you make decisions for me, Robby," you manage to say, though your voice sounds weaker than you’d like.

"Then I’ll have to show you why I’m doing this."

His tone is a challenge, and before you can respond, you feel his mouth on yours in a kiss that’s anything but gentle. It’s a mix of frustration, need, and something deeper, something you can’t identify but that consumes you completely.

You try to resist at first, but soon you find yourself responding, your hands gripping his shirt. It’s as if all the anger and tension between you are finding an outlet in this moment, in this kiss that seems to last an eternity.

When he finally pulls away, both of you are breathing heavily. Robby looks at you, his eyes still full of emotions you can’t quite read.

"Don’t go back to that place," he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

You’re not sure if it’s an order or a plea, but something in his tone makes you nod.

Then, his hand slips under your skirt, his fingers moving over your pussy, barely touching it.

"Robby..." you whimper, knowing you should stop this but you can't, not after feeling his kiss.

"It drives me crazy to see you dressed like that. As if you were ready to be served on a silver platter" he says, pressing a little harder, just enough to make your pussy tense with anticipation.

"I'm sorry," you whisper, the words slipping out without you realizing.

He smiles, his predatory and dangerous smile.

Then, he spins you around and pushes you against the wall.

"I need to punish you," he says, taking off your bra and opening it at the back. His fingers caress your butt. "I still can't believe you did this to me, mommy".

His voice is full of anger, but also of need, and you can feel his erection pressing against you. His hand slides up the inside of your thigh, brushing against your panties, and you know he's going to take what he wants.

"I'm going to spank your ass until it hurts," he continues. But afterwards, I'm going to fuck you so hard that your legs will hurt, so decide if you want me to eat you before or after.

"Robby, no" you protest weakly, although you already know there's no turning back.

"There's no turning back" he says, as if he had read your thoughts. His voice is full of confidence, as if he knows exactly what you're thinking.

And maybe he's right, because a part of you is dying to feel his mouth on you, his tongue licking your sex, and his breath on your skin. But you can't admit it out loud, not yet.

Finally, Robby turns your head to the side, his mouth meeting yours for a brief but intense kiss. Then, his fingers slide towards your pussy, barely grazing it enough to make you moan.

"Do you want me to eat you?" he asks. Do you want me to lick your panties and leave you covered in my saliva?

You can't respond, your thoughts are disordered, but he understands the gesture of your head.

"No?" His voice is wicked. "Then I'm going to have to leave it for after the punishment".

His hand moves to your back, and a second later, a sharp crack echoes through the apartment. You moan, my legs go weak, but Robby keeps you with one hand on your stomach.

"You look so fucking sexy dressed like this, babe" he says, spanking you two more times.

You moan again, your arm flying back to stop his hand. But he doesn't stop, not yet. He spanks you a couple more times and then lifts you a bit to deliver a double smack to your buttocks. You moan, the pain spreads through your legs.

"Do you want to stop?" he asks.

You don't know if there's sincerity in his voice, but before you can respond, he slaps you two more times. Then, he pulls you into an embrace, his breath on your neck.

"Your buttocks are red. I love seeing them like this". His fingers brush your buttocks gently, and you feel a shiver run down your spine.

His mouth glides over yours, his lips pressing against yours. You feel his erection pressing against your back, his breath ragged. And you know that soon he will be inside you, that soon he will be fucking you harder than you have ever felt before.

His hand slides under your skirt and swiftly removes your panties. Then, you feel his erection brushing against your sex, pressing but not penetrating yet.

"Tell me what you want me to do," he whispers in your ear. Tell me what you want me to do to you.

You can't respond, you can't say the words that have settled in your mouth, so Robby doesn't need more.

"Mommy, you always know" he says, his voice wicked.

Then, he pushes you forward, his cock plunging into you with a thrust. You moan, your hands gripping the wall as you feel Robby slide inside you. His erection is hard and thick, and it penetrates so deeply that you can feel it pressing against your vaginal wall.

"Say something," he gasps, his hand on your waist, pulling you towards him—. Tell me you love me. Tell me that you have always been mine.

You say it. You can't help it, not when his cock throbs inside you like a heartbeat, when his fingers dangerously approach your G-spot.

"That's it," he says, his breath quickening. Now, come over to me—.

His fingers press on your G-spot and your body tenses, your entire being focusing on the sensation of him inside you. You feel something growing, that something is about to burst soon.

Robby turns you around, his gaze igniting a fire within you. Then, he grabs your legs and places them over his shoulders, going even deeper into you. His breathing quickens, his thrusts stronger, more intense.

You feel something explode inside you, a heat that overflows and carries you in its wake. Your body tenses, your breathing becomes erratic, and you hear a moan that you don't know if it's yours or Robby's.

Then, his body tenses as well, his breath working over your ear. You feel his cock swell inside you, the lower part of your stomach tightening with anticipation. Then, Robby gasps in your ear, his body collapsing onto you.

"I'm..." she begins, but her words are lost in a gasp.

You feel his semen entering you, hot and sticky. Your vagina contracts around him, trying to hold his seed. Then, everything fades to darkness as Robby caresses your back with gentle fingers.

"Are you okay?" he says after a moment.

You nod, but you can't speak yet. You can't do anything but feel his cock inside you, his seed in your vagina.

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aventurineswife · 4 months ago

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Relationship hcs for Dan Heng? 🤭😊🙏

Dan Heng Relationship HCs

Dan Heng isn't one for grand gestures. Instead, his affection shows in subtle ways—like remembering small details about you, leaving you little things he thinks you might need, or giving you a silent but meaningful look. It’s a quiet but deep kind of love, where actions speak louder than words.

He is naturally protective and often keeps a watchful eye on you, especially when you’re exploring new or dangerous places together. Although he may try to keep his emotions hidden, his protective nature often slips through, especially when he senses any threat toward you.

Given his introverted nature, Dan Heng values personal space, both his own and yours. He is sensitive to your need for solitude or personal time and appreciates it when you offer him the same. He views it as a mutual understanding, a respect for each other's boundaries that strengthens your connection.

Dan Heng rarely opens up about his past, but over time, he’ll let you in on small fragments. If you encourage him, he finds comfort in your presence, and he may gradually reveal his vulnerabilities. Your unwavering support and understanding become a source of strength for him, even if he doesn't always express it directly.

You learn to enjoy comfortable silences together, finding peace in just being by each other’s side. He doesn't feel the need to fill the quiet with words, and with you, he can finally let his guard down without worrying about being judged or misunderstood.

With you, he starts to open up emotionally in ways he never thought possible. You manage to draw out a rare smile from him now and then, which makes him feel slightly embarrassed but happier than he’ll admit. These moments are rare, but they become treasured memories for both of you.

Dan Heng respects your abilities, whether it’s in combat or otherwise. He might offer to spar or train with you, and these sessions become a way for you to bond. His combat tips are often delivered with a calm demeanor, and he occasionally slips into a protective role if he thinks you’re getting too close to danger.

Dan Heng isn’t naturally physically affectionate, but he’ll occasionally reach for your hand or brush a stray strand of hair from your face, usually when words aren’t enough to convey his feelings. These gestures feel almost sacred, as he rarely shares such intimate contact with anyone else.

When he does open up, it’s usually in the quiet hours of the night. You’ll find him sitting by a window on the Astral Express, lost in thought, and he’ll invite you to join him. These rare conversations often reveal the depths of his thoughts and fears, allowing you to understand him on a much deeper level.

With his tumultuous past, Dan Heng sometimes struggles with self-doubt. Your presence becomes a calming influence, anchoring him whenever he feels overwhelmed. Knowing he has you by his side gives him a newfound sense of purpose and a small but powerful hope for a better future.

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dumbgoondog · 6 days ago

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Yuji nsfw alphabet please 🙏🥺 more Yuji content in general please!

Sure! Here’s the alphabet! Good to know ya wanna see more of him! Mahito, Sukuna, and Yuji fans who knew? These three would be my most requested and popular?

MDNI +18 NSFW

Cw/Tw - Blood, public, primal play

Yuji Itadori NSFW Alphabet

(A)ftercare - Oh he is the sweetest. He’s not a pampering type, he’s still a bit of an awkward guy. Don’t think he’s not caring tho. See for him sex puts him in a zone, a mental regression. He gets it somewhere, dunno where from tho! He’s holding you, massaging you, rubbing against you, please also give him some aftercare cuz regression to back to normal is a little vulnerable. I do NOT mean age regression, I’m talking primal.

(B)ody Part - Ass, ass, ass, ass, ass! Ass ass? Assssss! Ass ass ass?! Ass!! Ass ass… Ass? Ass.

(C)um - He wants to cum inside, but be careful, ever let him go at it raw? And he’ll NEVER want to wear a condom EVER again. oh but he’s so chill and will get a vasectomy if you require it.

(D)irty Secret - That he’s a freak. On a primal level, he’s like Mahito, he’s like Sukuna. The worst part? He didn’t realize he was until he met you. It was too late, he could never turn this side of him off now. He wants to have you worship him as the king of curses, which he HATES. And loves. He wants to hunt you like prey and pin you force you to submit and bite into you to mark you as HIS mate. Yeah… tip of the iceberg and he’s the titanic.

(E)xperience - None. His hand and that’s it. He’s not even kissed anyone. Why? He’ll shrug and jus be like “I dunno, wasn’t anything that I was looking for I guess.”

(F)avorite Position - lay flat, or standing, and he’s hitting it from behind. So he can watch your ass shake with every smack of his hips, he also likes when you try to look back at him in that position.

(G)oofy - he can be goofy, but in like… a pathetic way. Humping your leg, and whimpering. Pawing at your clothes cuz his brain has turned off. He’s still so sweet tho

(H)air - messy, pink, washed, a little musky, happy trail, trail down the balls. Oh but ya know what? He likes YOU unshaven. Rainforest pussy, dick bush, all of it. He prefers hair, he doesn’t mind the shaved look tho. He guesses… but maybe he can convince you to grow it out? A little bit? Even just a patch! Please?

(I)ntimacy - he is SO romantic. Picnics, buying you gifts constantly, taking you out on dates to movies and dinners. In bed he tries. Hard. He needs practice so bear with him okay? If something happens even while his brain is off his primal brain still responds to it because he LOVES you. It’s noises of concern like little rumbles and huffs. Animal wise I’d liken it to a tiger ape hybrid in noises. He’s giving kisses and licks, he responds to safe words like a trained dog too. He also can be trained in that state to new words since sentences might get lost on him.

(J)ack off - Often. More than you’d think. He was a stressed and angry teen boy, and without any too many outlets… well he developed some habits and seeking dopamine! Like jacking off! Stress relief! Anger? No problem! Bored? Easy! Besides you don’t think that poster was cuz he liked the swimsuit, do you? Why mention Jennifer Lawrence? He knew his answer quick for Todo too.

(K)ink - please shackle him. As much as he will protest, he does like it. He likes being restrained, and letting his primal brain play into it too! Blindfolds, gags/muzzles even, and cuffs! He wants to let go and really get feral… a collar yeah? Get him one.

(L)ocation - outside. On the grass. In the forest. Please let him chase you. Or even! Chase you in the house! He’ll be a good boy and not go as fast as he can go… to start.

(M)otivation - honestly not much. He has to already be in the mood, otherwise he’s not thinking about it. However. Teasing him in public will get him riled up.

(N)o - No feet. Please. He can’t take it seriously! He’s so sorry he just can’t! It’s the funny haha kink meme! He won’t make fun of it to your face if you’re into, but if you aren’t he will make jokes about it with you! Like “oooo baby you just finished working out? Bet your feet are all hot and sweaty~! Bahahahah!”

(O)ral - Mlem mlem mlem mlem mlem mlem, in his mouth! In mouth! Please! Yum yum! Eatin fingers, Eatin other shit, Eatin everything! He’s a hungry boy!

(P)ace - BAP BAP BAP BAP BAP *grunts and growls like a sexy alpha* BAP BAP BAP BAP- fr tho he’s thumpin his hips into you like he’s punching Mahito’s face. Then he’ll take pauses where he pushes all the way in and grinds his hips into yours, grinding as deep in as he can.

(Q)uicky - Not really, just not his style… but if it’s giving you oral? Yes please!

(R)isk - oh. Oh. OH. He did not know he was into this! Please please please grind against him, push back onto him and tell him to keep it together cuz he can’t let go, not out here.

(S)tamina - yuh. He’s better than unc when it comes to cumming multiple times but in overall stamina unc still beats him. He’s going at it for a good while, as long as you’re good with it and want it!

(T)oys - okay. He’s kinda dumb about toys. Dunno why it’s just my read on him. But he likes how you react when used on you! He’s a big butt plug fan for you as well… he’s a bit shy about it tho

(U)nfair - he doesn’t really tease! Sometimes he will tho, and it’s public teasing of him fingering/groping you. He’s not grinding against you in public, but he’s got a hand on you while he’s smiling and talking to someone like nothings happening

(V)olume - he’s a bit loud, growls and grunts not too loud but when he opens and hangs his mouth open and starts pant huffing he can get loud and a bit wild with it!

(W)ild Card - he… he’s kinda thinking about the tattoos. They’re so cool he hates that they’re so cool! But he’d look so good, better than that asshole for sure! He thinks he’d look hot too!

(X)-ray - plaid boxers and boxer briefs… but also he’s got some really stupid ones. Human earthworm boxers for sure! White ones with hearts to match with his besto friendo, too.

(Y)es - Coming as a surprise, he’s open to threesomes and even foursomes! He’s not specifically thought of anyone, but it just sounds nice!

(Z)zz - yes yes! Put on a show! Cuddle! Eat snacks and drink pop! Get all lazy, let him rub your stomach, drift off together and sleep! Yessss!

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I DIDNT MEAN TO LOOK WHEN MINGYU WAS DANCING BUT I DID AMD THE SIGHT THAT I SAW WITH THEM SWEATPANTS MA’AM COULD YOU PLEASE WRITE SOMETHING THAT HAS TO DO WOTH LIKE WAYCHING THEM DO THIS AMD YEAH OKAY SORRY FOR YELLING. I JUST YEAH OKAY LOVE YOU BYE

Mingyu in grey sweatpants!

YES MA'AM I CAN HSDJSHDSHDSHD LOVE YOU TOO! I'm the biggest fan of grey sweatpants btw 🙏

the practice room was filled with the rhythmic beats of music, punctuated by the occasional laughter and banter between the members. Mingyu and Chan had been recording the "Wait" challenge for hours now, their energy infectious as they danced and goofed around.

but amidst the chaos, you sat quietly in the corner of the room, your gaze fixated on Mingyu's figure clad in grey sweatpants. you couldn't tear your eyes away from the way the fabric hugged his thighs and accentuated every movement of his body.

as the hours passed and the room emptied out, leaving only you and Mingyu behind, you made no effort to hide the hunger in your eyes. you watched intently as he moved around the room, his cock subtly outlined by the fabric of his sweatpants.

when Dino finally left the room, leaving just the two of you alone, Mingyu couldn't help but notice the intensity of your gaze. with a smirk playing on his lips, he sauntered over to where you were sitting, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

"you couldn't take your eyes off my cock, could you?" he teased, his voice low and husky as he leaned in close to you. he could see the desire burning in your eyes, and he reveled in the knowledge that he was the one driving you wild with lust.

you swallowed hard, unable to tear your gaze away from him as he stood towering over you. "I-I couldn't help it," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "you just... looked so good in those sweatpants."

Mingyu chuckled softly, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "well, I'm glad you enjoyed the view," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. "but now that we're alone, maybe I can give you an even better show."

with a mischievous grin, Mingyu lowered the waistband of his sweatpants, revealing his hard and sizable cock, which sprung eagerly from his boxers. you were already on your knees, your position betraying the eagerness with which you awaited his touch.

your lips wasted no time in enveloping the salty tip of his cock, sucking greedily as you worshipped him with your mouth. Mingyu threw his head back, a low groan escaping his lips as he surrendered to the pleasure of your talented mouth.

each suck and stroke sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body, his fingers tangling in your hair as he guided you, urging you to take him deeper. your eagerness only spurred him on, making his breath hitch.

you wasted no time in taking Mingyu's cock into your throat, your lips stretching to accommodate his impressive size. you knew that time was of the essence, the risk of being caught making your head spin.

Mingyu's senses were heightened, every sound and movement magnified as he remained on high alert for any sign of interruption.

"If you don't go faster, anyone can enter and see what a cock slut you are..."

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