#im needy i know /hj

[tangerinesilk]

－ I CAN SEE YOU : TANGERINE X FEM!READER

tangerine is going on a solo mission… well, at least he thinks he is. with lemon missing by his side, he’s left with one other option that is supposed to make his job easier. unfortunately for him, you’re not the easiest to work with. stubborn, strong-minded and feisty. you’re both so alike yet nothing has made your bloods boil more than each other. 

rating ✷ r (18+ minors dni!)

warnings ✷ (very quick) smut: fem receiving, kisses all over bodies, a needy but quick hj, p in v, dirty talk, praising, implied rough (consensual) sex / others: cursing, drinking alcohol, mention and use of guns and violence, male hurting female (?) but not between main characters, mentions of blood and wounds.

tropes ✷ enemies to lovers!!!, person a is all talk no bite + person b knows that but still pushes them, playful banter, hiding together in small spaces, fake dating (?), if one is hurt– the other goes a bit crazy, says ‘i dont care’ then cares 5 seconds later. 

word count ✷ 6k!

songs that fit the vibe ✷ i can see you - taylor swift | moth to a flame - swedish house mafia + the weeknd | king of my heart - taylor swift | attention - charlie puth | nonsense - sabrina carpenter

a/n ✷ so i made a poll a months ago and this trope + pairing won! i’ve honestly been wanting to write a dave lizewski one as well and got a request idea. so.. we will see lmao. i will probably post then maybe edit later if there's still things i don't like... also, if you couldn't tell but im kind of a swiftie so i will love to write fics inspired by whole ass albums y'all.

but i hope this is what u guys expected and wanted. i actually do love writing for tangerine. just gives into my delulu thoughts. also, if you guys would like a plain pwp fic and not all of this fluff and dialogue stuffed inside, pls let me know bc i am definitely into that idea. 🫡

“You had to go and get yourself shot… then you wonder why you have to wear a bulletproof vest. Fuckin’ hell.” 

Tangerine kept his voice at a hushed tone, basically talking under his breath as he strutted through the grand hall of the hotel. Golden light glossed over his figure, passing by couples who were at standing tables with their cocktails.

“Well, Thomas said-”

“Thomas didn’t say shit. Don’t get me fuckin’ started now.”

Lemon already knew Tan was in a bad mood. Another Thomas the Tank Engine factoid wasn’t a playful move right now.

“Hey, mate. Don’t get all fussy wit’ me. You’re just mad about your new partner for the night.” Lemon rolled his eyes.

“Can’t believe I can’t be held accountable of myself. I can handle it on my own but you had to call the fuckin’ princess-” 

“She’s good. Your denial is obnoxious, bruv. It’s only a night, you get in and get out.” Lemon replied, holding his wounded side as he laid in his bed back in England, “What happened between you two that you’ve got beef like this?”

“No time to explain nor do I have the patience.” He arrived at the small bar to the side of the room, “If I leave her behind, can I take half the pay that’s supposed to be hers?” Tangerine asked.

“She’s supposed to be wearing a red dress. You’ll see her there… and please don’t cause a scene.” His brother begged.

“No promises.” He replied before hanging up. 

Tangerine blows a sigh past his lips, quickly asking for his drink of choice before scanning the mass of people around him. His blue eyes could only search so fast for the man that the hit was called on, causing him an instant frustration when he’s already worried about you ruining things regardless of how long you’re together.

“He’s next to the woman in the tacky gold ballgown… about two feet away from the ice sculpture.” Your soft voice suddenly spoke next to him, “But, I didn’t need to tell you that, right?”

The smirk on your face burned at his nerves and you noticed the clench in his jaw.

“Well, if it isn’t the fuckin’ Queen herself.” He said in a stern tone, “What? Germany was too borin’ for ya? Had to figure out a way to ruin someone’s operation?”

“Lemon is the one who called me in, and it isn’t about you. It’s about the pay out… you’re bound to screw something up with your ‘shoot first, ask questions later’ tactic.” You trailed, rolling your eyes as you turned your head away.

“And I’m certainly not afraid to use that tonight and not your fucked up, painfully long mind games like some fuckin’ psycho thilling killer.” He spat as his drink was place in front of him.

You narrowed your eyes at him, “Fuck you.”

“Darling, I’m flattered, but we have more important things to do right now.” He lowly groaned, purposefully looking at his target so his back was facing toward you.

Behind his tall stature, you glimpsed past his shoulder and saw your target chatting up a woman. 

He won’t be smiling for long, you thought.

“Alright, I’ll wait for him to slip away, follow him and you go through the kitchen.” Tangerine said under his breath, keeping quiet for only you to hear him.

“To go where?” You ask, walking around him to stand face to face.

“Erm…” He sighed, “Whatever car or vehicle you got here in, drive yourself back to whatever place you’re staying and I’ll figure out how to wire you the money.” He shrugged, downing the rest of his drink.

He took a step but you placed your hand on the center of his chest, “Not so fast. I’m not going down if you make a mess of this.”

“I don’t make messes. Well, actually, I get away with them once I’ve done ‘em so, I don’t need to worry about a liability.” Tangerine smirked, a bit of a tilt to his head. Cheeky bastard.

“The only liability here is the one who is ready to pull the trigger in his back.” You said before huffing, “I’m not sorry for what happened in Paris, but that was my choice. So, I’m going with you because it’s our operation. You know… I don’t need a fucking helping hand either.” You practically growled.

The two of you held a long gaze, creating a tense eye contact before he sighed, “Didn’t even say anythin’ about Paris, but if you’d like to assume I’m still mad ‘bout that, be my guest, princess.”

His shoulder bumped yours, making you clench your jaw before quickly following behind his tall stature. While he seemed persistent, you grabbed his hand which made him stop in his tracks in the middle of the dance floor.

He turned, “Am I your babysitter?”

“No, you’re my date. Hold my hand, you idiot.” Your eyes pierced through his.

As he looked down at your hand, he slowly grasped it, your fingers intertwining with one another’s before he proceeded through the glamorous crowd.

Couples swayed and waltzed between each step you took, assuming you were unnoticed by your target. Tangerine kept his eyes on him, easy to with the frosty-white full head of hair he had slicked back. The woman in the tacky dress ran her hand down his shoulder, pressing her lips to his ear to whisper something which made you and Tangerine veer to the side at a standing table.

“Are they movin’?” He asked, facing his back toward them.

Your eyes smoothly shift, taking a quick glance at the assumed couple. You ran your hand down Tangerine’s arm, accidentally feeling how toned his bicep was through the thick fabric of his suit jacket. You almost glanced down, wanting to give another squeeze before clearing your throat. A heat rose on your cheeks as you turned your head to face away from him.

“Y-Yeah, near the bathroom. There’s also a backdoor that leads up to the second floor… lots of private rooms for reasons that are obvious.” You said in a hushed tone, moving away from him to the other side of the table.

“Alright, since you wanna tag along, I’ll follow them and you cover the door.” Tangerine suggested once again.

You furrowed your eyebrows, “You do understand what teamwork is, yes?”

He chuckled, “Yes, I go up there, shoot a few rounds, then we make a getaway.”

“Will you just trust me?”

“Your trust means nothing… I need to know you’re not going to fuck anything up. Just like in Paris.”

You smirked, “So you do have that against me.”

“Well, it’s not like it was your best. Leave me with a shot in the arm, Lemon on the ground and you, little miss greed, get away with your cash. If we all did this job for money, we wouldn’t be riskin’ our lives just runnin’ around killin’ or resucin’ people just for someone’s dime. You obviously do though.”

You narrowed your eyes, “You don’t know me…”

“Nor do you know me so…” He huffed, “Let’s just do what we have to do.”

There was tension between you, as if there was more fo a protective instinct than hate toward one another. You couldn't figure out Tangerine’s deal. Why was he so hostile toward you? Yes, what happened in Paris was fucked up, but he wasn’t the type to hold a grudge. He didn’t take shit from anyone, so why were you getting under his skin?

“Shit!” He grunted under his breath, seeing your target disappear into the hall.

The two of you hurry, yet still try to act casual to not raise eyebrows, and exit into the same hallway. As you push open the door, you hear the two talking in the stairwell before another door closes.

“You got your gun on you?” He asked as his hand slid into the back of his pants.

“Of course.” You scoffed, tearing up the slit in your dress. He saw the small pistol strapped to your thigh, making his mouth a bit dry.

He nodded, “Good…” 

Taking a quick breath, Tangerine opened the door. You slipped through and he followed behind, your backs facing one another as you scanned the hallway. It wasn’t narrow but if anyone slipped out of one of the rooms, they were right in your sights.

“I’ll take this one, you take that one.” He whispered, pointing his gun to the opposite door of his.

With your heart in your throat, you slowly crack the door open and don’t see anyone before a body flies from behind and slammed the door open from Tangerine’s side. The woman lied dead on the floor, blood all over his dress, and just as you turned around, a punch slid across your cheek. 

Instinctively, you ducked to dodge the second jab and swoop under to get on the other side of the man as Tangerine wrapped his arms around the guy to pull him to the ground.

Tan loudly grunted as he tried to gain control, basically attempting to straddle him in order to push his arm against his neck. Even with all his strength, the man gripped his hands around Tangerine’s arms to throw him off along with trying to push his knee between his crotch.

“Watch the door!” Tan directed to you. 

You nodded, catching your breath with your back against the wall by the door. The adrenaline ran through your veins and heard your heartbeat in your ears as one tear of blood dripped down your cheek. The crack of bones made you turn your head, seeing the man’s body go limp as Tan began to stand over him.

He quickly walked over the man, as if he was in the way, and comes to your side.

“He nicked you bad. Lemme see.” Tan said, your eyes meeting his as he held your cheek. The touch of his hand seemed to be some comfort, his thumb wiping the blood away and trying to see how bad the wound was.

“Bastard.” He muttered, “C’mon, let’s go before someone comes up.”

Without a word in, he grabbed your hand and dragged you behind his lead. You two headed for the exit door down the other side of the hall as you heard footsteps rumble from the other stairs you came up.

“Wait a minute.” Tan said, fiddling with his belt buckle.

Your eyes widen, “What on earth are you doing?”

He smirked, “Relax, darling. You flatter yourself too much.”

You rolled your eyes as the sound of his belt slid against the fabric of his belt loops before curling the leather strap around the door to keep it locked. The two of you fled down the stairs and suddenly found yourselves in the kitchen area. A few eyes followed as you both ran through, very obvious that you were running from something, but still aimed to get to some kind of exit.

With sudden luck, Tangerine saw his car across the street, instantly knowing which way he was supposed to go. Without skipping a beat, he grabbed your hand once more and the two of you ran across the street. Hopping into the passenger seat and Tan taking off was like a blur, just happening in seconds.

“Y/N?” Tan saying your name woke you from your trance.

“Huh?” You asked, shaking your head.

He quickly turned his head, “You alright?” He said with concern, one hand on the steering wheel and his foot easing off the gas.

“Y-Yeah, I’m okay. I don’t know what happened back there.” You trailed, a bit embarrassed. You were never one to let your guard down, well– enough to get hit right smack in the face.

“Are you sure?”

You turned your attention to him, “I’m fine, why wouldn’t I be?” You asked rhetorically.

“‘Cause of that big cut on your cheek.”

You narrowed your eyes, “Alright, what’s your big plan now, Einstein? Were just going to sleep in your car and hope we don’t wake up decapitated?”

He half-chuckled, “You truly think so little of me, don’t you?”

“Is that rhetorical?”

Tan rolled his blue eyes, “We’re goin’ somewhere safe.”

– – –

You wanted to believe you were strolling into some kind of trap. The lobby had a classic aesthetic to it, pale gold wallpaper and a wall of keys behind the person at the small front desk. You two placed your go-bags on the red carpeted ground as Tangerine checked into a room.

“Hello Mr. Tangerine.”

Oh, great. He’s some guest of honor here.

“‘Ello, Colin. My usual room.”

“Is that what you say in front of all the girls?” You tilted your head, standing behind him.

He rolled his eyes, “‘Cuse her.”

The man chuckled, crinkles by his eyes, “How many nights are you staying this time?”

This time. You could scoff out loud but you didn’t want to hear the tude from him.

“Just overnight. Nothin’ too serious.”

“Well, enjoy your stay, as always.” The man nodded before Tangerine thanked him.

The two of you head toward the old elevator, watching him quickly press the up button before you stand by his side. You half chuckled, “I’ve never seen you act so kindly toward anyone, tell me, does he see you bring girls through here all the time or-”

“Has anyone ever told you to shut your pie hole?”

“Hmm, not verbally. But, those eyes of your say enough for me… you’re too predictable, sometimes, Tan.”

He gave you a lingering look as the door opened, passing him into the elevator. The two of you make your way to the fifth floor and the hall is eerily quite for a hotel full of private contractors and assassins. You had your hands behind your back then patiently waited for Tangerine to jiggle the key into the lock, opening a door to a huge room with a surprisingly wide view.

“You’d think the curtains were closed.” You muttered as he walked over, closing them anyways.

Suddenly, he stripped from his suit jacket and you couldn’t help but see how tight his button up was around his biceps and chest.

“Did you get that a size too small?” You ask as you chunk your heels into the corner.

“Well, I certainly can’t kill fuckin’ bloaks wearing baggy clothes now.”

“But, you can in a three piece suit?” You cocked your eyebrow.

He licked his lips, “As if your dress is a flexible material.” Tangerine said as he pulled his rings off, placing them on the night stand.

“I can say the same for your pants.”

Tangerine wanted to look down but didn’t give into your comment. You place your bag down on the bed, grabbing your silk pajamas nearly folded on top and changed in the bathroom.

“God, just go to bed. We’ve got a long day tomorrow.” You somewhat groaned.

You sit on the top of the bed, unfolding the duvet before shoving it off to get underneath them.

Tangerine paused, “What the fuck do you you’re doin’?”

You furrowed your eyebrow, “This thing called going to sleep. Try it sometime, you’d be less grouchy.”

He rolled his eyes, “I know that, smartass, I mean what’re you doin’ in the bed that I’m goin’ to be sleepin’ in too?”

You rolled over, putting your weight on your elbows, “I know you’re dramatic but this takes the cake for top performances.”

He faked a laugh, “If you don’t get your ass out of that bed in two seconds, I’ll throw you in the tub with a pillow.”

“Oh, wouldn’t you like to. Fine, do it.” You said before laying flat into the mattress, staring straight at the ceiling.

He didn’t care for your equal amount of sarcasm, but he just gave you a cocked eyebrow.

“Okay, fine. I’d rather sleep on the floor anyways.” He said, stretching his arms up and behind his head. Your eyes quickly admired his muscles before turning back.

“Be my guest, princess.” You scoffed, slipping on your pajama shorts, “I’ll enjoy my big comfy bed.”

You pulled the heavy duvet over your waist, curling up with the dense pillow beneath your head. 

Tangerine stood there, biting the inside of his cheek as he watched you roll on your side. He tilted his head back before unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it on the desk chair. Although your eyes were closed, his side of the bed sunk in and you tried to hold back your smile at his faded stubbornness.

With your backs facing one another, you two just listened to the silence of the city. It gave you a moment to think of Paris– the last time you were with one another or much rather supposed to be against each other. You were a double agent, not exactly proud of it but you let greed take over your motivated justice. 

Having to scam Lemon and Tangerine wasn’t your finest hour either, you thought about it for months and finally coming face to face with Tangerine (out of the two, he wasn’t the one you would want to bump into again), all the guilt came rushing back like the snap of an elastic band.

– – –

The morning sun runs through the thin silk of the curtains, shining over your bodies in the bed. You wake up to the sound of light snoring, happy that you could sleep through it, and Tangerine in a deep slumber with his arm over the bed. He suddenly looked like innocence, so soft and tender, simply laying there like it was any other day.

You sit up, putting your hair out of your face then head to the bathroom. When you turn the light on, you’re almost surprised to see your reflection. Forgetting about the scar against your cheek, you look more rough around the edges. You sigh as you run your fingers over it, remembering the way Tangerine did last night.

After washing up, you go back out and Tangerine is now standing up and stretching his arms above his head. Your eyes quickly shift up his body, admiring the tattoos in their random places and how the band of his briefs rest on his hips. You sealed your lips from smiling at how sharp his v-line was accompanied by the happy trail disappearing into his pants.

“Sleep good with that stick in your ass?” You retort, passing him.

He rolled his eyes, “...You’re annoying, ya know that?”

“Oh, you’ve made that clear.” You mocked him as you closed the curtains more, “That’s why I love to do it.”

Tangerine flicked on the lamp, giving the room a warm glow.

“Alright, I say we lay low today. Better to be out of sight and–”

You cut him off, “Stuck in this room together?... are you trying to kill me t–”

He then put his hand over your mouth, looking deep into your eyes, “Yes, stuck in this room where we can keep an eye on each other and you can’t screw me over again.”

Your heart stopped for a split second, as if he couldn’t have been more of the controlling one. He took his hand away and you gulped, “Yep. Fine. Fair.”

Tangerine pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek before you go to your bag in the chair that’s pushed in the corner of the room. You slightly bend over to look inside your duffle and his icy eyes can’t help but look up the back of your thighs and straight at your ass and lower back. How he could easily put his hands on your hips and make you hold onto something.

He shook his head, feeling like he was coming down with something to even imagine that thought.

You pulled out an old novel and sat yourself back on the bed, hoping that the hours would pass as you sank further into the broken-in mattress.

Tangerine sat down in the chair nudged into the corner, adjacent from your view, and he pulled out his gun that was conveniently tucked into the back of his pants.

“Are you actually holding me hostage?” You furrowed your brows, but didn’t take your eyes from your sentence.

“Whatever fantasy you’d like you believe.” He trailed, opening his gun and emptying his rounds into his palm.

– – –

Suddenly, you leaped out of a deep sleep. Your book laid open on your stomach while an extra pillow was between your legs. Your eyes fluttered open, thinking the past few days has been a dream, until you noticed Tangerine wasn’t sitting in the chair. You quickly looked around before hearing the bathroom door open and he stepped out, shirtless and in new dark slacks that rested on his hips.

Your mouth became dry. How could you dislike him so much yet here you are, ready to jump his bones as he crossed the room.

“What are you getting dressed for?” You asked, rubbing your eyes.

He half-chuckled at your groggy voice, “I want a drink.”

“Oh, like you’re not just going to abandon me here like I did you?... Where you go, I go.” You warned him.

He rolled his eyes, “Don’t be so dramatic.”

“A bit hypocritical coming from you.”

Tangerine just ignored your smart comment and opened the door, letting you through first before he followed. His eyes, once again, trace your lower back and trailed down your legs. His cheeks flushed pink as he quickly looked away, clearing his throat as he caught up to you so you two were walking side by side.

You pushed the faded down button as you pushed a big breath past your lips. Tangerine put his back against the wall and crossed his arms, his muscles basically restraining in his light button up. As you turned around, you rolled your eyes– but not at him, just at yourself. How could you have any little feeling for someone who also annoyed you to your core?

He took your silence as a bit of a tease. To be fair, you two didn’t really know one another. You met once before and then you simply betrayed him. Quickly, you were dead to him, but now you’re forced to be together and it raised an important question to himself too. Why was he helping someone who obviously can’t be trusted? 

Tangerine furrowed his eyebrows at that thought, knowing he would have thrown you to the wolves last night after you closed your eyes. He played with his watch a bit before the elevator dinged and caught both of your attentions.

After entering, the low-sounding shifting mechanics of the elevator were the only sounds between you two. You heard Tangerine sniffle, seeing him stretch his neck out of the corner of your eye, but you kept a straight view to the doors. While Tangerine thought you were continuing to give him the silent treatment, you were lost in your own thoughts of the past.

You flashbacked to your last night in Paris together, and remembered how the guilt creeped up on you knowing that, in a few hours, you’d have to betray both Lemon and Tangerine. Before knowing them, you didn’t care, but now that you’ve realized how hard you were falling for Tan, it felt like a double edged sword. If you didn’t do it, maybe you could stay with him– have a life together. But, if you went through with your selfish heist, you’d lose the guy who made you comfortable with being vulnerable after a long time. 

Obviously, you regretted your decision.

“Is this what you want?” You simply asked.

Tangerine quickly turned his head, “What?”

You rolled your eyes before facing his direction, “This.” You gestured between the two of you, “The weird animosity and constantly arguing and nit-picking?”

He never thought you’d be so bold to point it out, “I mean, we don’t like each other. Simple, isn’t it?”

“I guess…” You trailed, facing back toward the doors.

Tangerine licked his lips, wondering if he should utter the words on his tongue.

“...But, that doesn’t mean we can’t start over.”

You looked over your shoulder once more before turning around to him, “You mean that?”

He arched his eyebrow, “Should I regret it now?”

Just as the elevator dinged, the doors slowly opened and the hotel lobby appeared empty. You smirked to yourself, “Why don’t we catch up over that drink, huh?” You sort of teased– not sure if it had purpose.

– – –

Your drink tasted smooth, easily trailing down your throat as you leaned your head back to finish off the rest of the liquor in your glass. Once you tilted your head back straight, you were met with Tangerine’s signature eyebrow arch.

“Don’t worry, I’m paying for my own drinks.” You sighed, placing your glass back down on the wooden table top.

“As long as I don’t got to carry you back up to the room.” He sighed, sounding more defeated than witty, then his blue eyes glanced down then back into your eyes.

You hummed, running your finger along the rim of the empty glass. 

“‘right so, what’ve you been doin’ since we last…” He cleared his throat, “saw one other?”

You crossed your leg over the other, “Not much. Actually, it’s the first time I’ve been out for a while. After leaving you guys, I laid low in Tuscany.”

“For how long?”

You shrugged, “Five months? I was on the countryside and I wanted to be alone…” then, you smirked, “I heard that you were in Kyoto.” 

Tangerine could chuckle about it now, “For a bit. Had a job to do for some psychotic, fucked up family. The dad called in us, they were all turin’ on each other. Whole fuckin’ thing…”

“As in…” You trailed, “Against one another? The whole family?”

He just nodded before taking a sip of his drink.

You raised your eyebrows, “Wow… and you got out with no bruises or cuts? Bullet holes?”

Tangerine licked his lips before he presented the side of his neck, lighter skin over his tanner tone to show the scar. You carefully reached out, brushing your fingers against it which made a tingle go up his spine. You sit back down as he turned back in his chair, and he seemed to tense up.

“Amazing you survived it.” You sealed your lips.

He crossed his arms, “I supposed…”

A comfortable silent fell between you, the light, jazz music playing at a low, and Tangerine’s eyes trailed up the side of your bare leg. He didn’t mean to stare this much, but he felt more vulnerable than usual. One thing you knew is that Tangerine was a layered person, you had to take time to get to the center of him and realize he’s not so cold once you get to know him.

“Five months in Tuscany, I bet that was lovely.”

“Not really. I isolated the whole time… I wanted to be by myself, but I felt bad about what happened… what I did in Paris.” You admitted, but didn’t look into his eyes, fearing that he would turn on you in a second.

Tangerine sighed, “You had to do your job, we did ours… that’s ‘bout all that can be said.” 

Assuming from the lack of eye contact and his tone, he seemed hurt too. You could easily let it boost your ego, but, you actually felt a relief. This hatred you’ve held against each other has finally come down and even though it wasn’t actually said, both of you can feel hostility leave the room.

You bit the inside of your cheek, “Remember, we’re starting over. Clean slate. I hope I’m making a good impression so far.” You raised your eyebrows, lifting your glass again just to drink the mixture of watered down liquor. 

He chuckled, “You’re just lovely.”

The comment made your face get hot. You blame the accent and how it can just get under your skin.

“I don’t think you’ve ever called me something so nice.”

Tangerine smirked, “Funny since we’ve just met, darling.”

Darling.

It was the first time you heard it as a term of endearment then pure spite.

You rolled your eyes, but you could humor that Tangerine was going along with it. This new cheeky side of him was something you didn’t think existed– maybe it was the liquor talking, but you hoped it wasn’t just that simple.

“So, what brings you here?” You continued to tease, placing your elbows on the table, “Business… or pleasure?” Your hand laid on top of his, brushing your fingertips along the chunky rings that perfectly fit his fingers.

Multiples thoughts sounded through both your minds.

“Maybe it’s the liquor.” “Maybe we’re a little over our heads.” “Maybe we’re bored.”

But, Tangerine held your hand on top of the table, gently holding it as his thumb grazes over your knuckles.

“Depends…” He trailed, now leaning in too, “What are you here for?”

– – –

In just a few minutes, you two were back in the room you felt trapped in for hours.

Tangerine pressed your back against the wall, a tingle running up your spine from the coolness of the wallpaper. Your lips pressed together over and over, tilting your head before biting his bottom lip. He effortlessly lifted you up with his hand under the back of your thighs, and your ankles meet around his back.

He needed so bad, desperate even… and the feeling was mutual.

He put you down on your feet again, pressing a kiss against your scarred cheek then another on your jaw. His light kisses run down the middle of your breasts as his hand lifted up the end of your skirt. You pushed your hips out as your back was against the wall still, watching him pull down your panties in an instant. You kick them to the side and Tangerine placed your leg over his shoulder, kisses along your inner thigh and your hand ran through the front of his curls.

Suddenly, his tongue ran over your swollen clit before sucking on it. With one hand in his hair, the other caressing your breast and running your thumb over your nipple.

Tangerine panted, moving his hand against your pussy lips. He pushed them apart, showing your tight hole and how you clench around nothing. He lowly groaned, running his fingers over your clit before sliding his two fingers into your pussy. You bite your bottom lip to hold back the moan stuck in your throat, watching him suck your clit and finger you at the same time.

Just as your climax neared, he felt your cunt tighten around his fingers. He couldn’t end it like this so, he took them away. You let your leg down, watching him come back up and tower over you.

“If I’m goin’ to make you cum…” He sighed, “I’m gonna be deep inside you when you fucking crumble.” He said so low before pressing his fingers against your tongue, and you tasted yourself.

You pulled his hand back, running your thumbs over his tattooed hand.

“Not if I make you cum first.” You trailed, moving his hand down so you could kiss him.

He could drop to his knees in an instant, but Tangerine surprisingly kept his composure. 

You smirked as you pushed him toward the bed, the back of his knees hitting it to make him sit down. As you stood in front of him, he leaned on his elbows as he watched your dress drop to the floor. It pooled at your ankles and when his eyes shifted back up, so glossed over, your bare body was the center of his attention.

“Hmm, I don’t think you’ll last.” You taunted.

As much as he could snap back, you straddled him and pulled apart his tightly buttoned shirt. Your hands ran over his toned and tatted chest before reaching down to his pants, unzipping the fly and he shuffled a bit to shift them off his hips. His cock was hard, restrained from his boxers and you felt flattered.

You giggled, leaning forward to share a slow kiss with him. Your bare pussy rubbed against his cock as you moved closer to him. A low groan mumbled between your makeout, and you pushed him back so you two both fell on the bed.

Your hands pressed into each side of the mattress, gaining strength to help yourself grind against his hard. His big hands tightly held your hips as you continued your smooth momentum, whimpering at your clit being rubbed by your harsh grind.

As heat rose in the room, your right hand dipped between the two of you, and ran over his hard cock once more. Tan’s lips now desperately met your jaw before taking a light bite at your neck. The feeling of your hand caressing through his boxers could make him release right there.

Becoming more impatient, you finally pushed your hand into the band of his boxers and he once more moved his hips to shift out of them. 

“Fuck, your cock is so big… can barely hold it with my hand. God, I want you to stretch me out…” You moaned, “Is that okay?”

You purposefully let him believe that he was in charge, and you were falling into the submissive role. Tangerine gained a bit of confidence from your desperate comments, and he sat more up on the bed.

“Fucking christ…” Is all he could say.

He moved the swollen and red tip against your wet slit, also aching and needing your walls to wrap around him now. At first there was pressure, pushing the tip inside your hole then slowly guiding your hips down to completely take in every inch of his cock. 

Once he bottomed out, your body lightly shook as your lips brushed against his. He was fully inside you, the tight and warm feeling making him wither beneath you.

Tangerine moved his hand, kissing your shoulder, “God, you feel like fuckin’ heaven.”

“Don’t stop. Please…” You huffed.

– – –

Then, it was morning. 

The rising sun peaked through the small split of the curtains. As you tried to shift, your body ached throughout every muscle. A small groan left your lips, but you were pulled back by a strong arm wrapped around your waist.

It snapped you back into reality. Last night really happened… and you were okay with that.

Tangerine’s tattooed arm unconsciously tightened around you, holding you close still as he still slept behind you. You barely look over your shoulder and saw his face, his eyes still shut and his curls looked wild.

You faintly smile as you turn around to face him, and that’s what woke him up. He pulled his arms back and rubbed his eyes from the brightness of the sun coming in. You run your finger along a curl on his forehead, pushing it to the top of his head and your heart melted from the sight of those blue eyes.

“Did last night really happen?” You mumbled, but with a faint smile on your lips.

He placed his hand gently on your cheek, caressing his thumb against your jaw. 

“I think the real question is…” He trailed, “Do we stay another night or go back to pretending to not know each other's existences?”

You bit your bottom lip, lightly giggling, “I think we pick secret option three and go somewhere else. Get away for a while… see where this is going. Don’t you?”

Just at that moment, Tangerine’s phone vibrated in his pants that were on the floor next to the bed. He turned over on his other side, reaching down to pull it out and reading a text Lemon just sent.

“Got a call about a job in Budapest. Are you in or overstaying your weekend?”

Tangerine smirked at himself, then felt your lips press against his neck. You placed another kiss on his shoulder, leaving a tender love bite before he turned back around to kiss you. Maybe it was the natural thrill of the chase, but you loved the not knowing. 

Whatever was next, you could only hope that he kept it interesting.

[cielles-random-vault]

im usually not a fan of sommophilia (dont even know how you write it) but

(nsfw under the cut, fem reader in mind, its not a joke when i say i NEED mike injected in my veins)

content:height difference slight size kink, unprotected penetrative sex, sub mike, aftercare included bc im fucking sick of smut finishing when they cum

also if this does better than my full works im offing myself /hj

dt: @unabashedcroissanttreefan 😵‍💫

imagine getting woken up by mike's muffled moans as he slowly grinds his cock on your ass, little/big spoon style while youre asleep because he doesn't want to wake you up

pretty boy being just so needy and fighting the urge to fill your pretty face all over again with his cum, but he's so shy he cant seem to wake you up so he contents himself to just grind on you

"is my handsome boy getting all needy?" you ask softly, amused and surprisingly aroused as he nods slowly.

you then sat down on your bed, softly lifting his chin up with one hand, and slowly teased his already hard cock, already full of precum dripping.

"aww." you mumbled on a pitying tone. "already so flustered for my touch, arent you?"

he nodded slowly, with pleading eyes full of nothing but lust and love, practically begging you to fill you with his warm and soft release.

and who would you be to refuse him? he looks so cute as a flustered whimpering mess you turned him into, it would be unfair for him to just leave him like this :((

you then got on top of him, eyes still full of sleep, wearing one of his shirts you borrowed from yesterday, and it just made him so hard.

you looking so small in his shirt was such a sight to him,

and he sure was turned on.

as you got on his lap, he hastily drew his hands to your waist, in a soft yet possessive way.

you then kissed him all over his body, from his neck to his lower stomach. when you reached his cock, you adjusted yourself in his lap so that he could penetrate you, as you were as needy for him as he his for you.

you let out a muffled moan, not expecting his cock to be this hard, but especially to feel this good inside of you.

"mmm.... you feel... so good... and... so warm...." he panted.

a few moments pass as he kept on thrusting in you, and with each move you both felt yourselves come closer to reaching your climaxes.

as you both did, he took a moment to admire you, a soft smile on his face, his warm release all over your stomach.

"you did good, you know that?" he whispered softly as you put your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

"thank you" you sigh softly, "you too"

and then you both fall alseep little/big spoon style because thats what id do

ok this ends v abruptly now watch me RUN to horny jail

hope you enjoyed and pls reblog ily wmah

-@cielles-miscellaneous-vault

[jewbeloved]

Can I request Stan, Kenny, Craig and Clyde x flirty reader please? Like reader loves showing affection to their partner and making them blush and all that fluffy.

Stan, Kenny, Craig, and Clyde with a flirty s/o🤩💖💖

I'm a sucker for donuts-

Warnings: None

Gender: Neutral

💙 Stan Marsh 🐕

It doesn't matter how many times you make him have a cuteness overload, he will never get tired of being amazed by your cuteness.

He really doesn't mind the affection you give to him, he likes the feeling of being loved by someone who deeply cares about him. ❤️

Addition to him not minding your flirty nature either, as long as he gets to spend time with you he's okay with it.

But he would probably be red as a tomato if you shoot a big flirty comment at him. How dare you make marshmallow boy be flustered reader? >:C /j

If you keep them flirty comments up, Stan is going to be whining for attention and love all day then 💙💙💙💙

🧡 Kenny Mccormick 🐁

My dude can be flirty as well, I don't know what you want to expect 💀

Except his flirty comments will make you extremely flustered then how it works with Stan.

Que this turning into a battle between y'all to see who can shoot a flirty comment to make the other one flustered. (It wouldn't be surprising if Kenny wins most of the time)

If you manage to make him flustered with a flirty comment, it's probably because he went easy on you 🫠🫠

You're going to have to accept the fact that Kinny is the flirtatious master here /hj🧡🧡🧡

💙 Craig Tucker 🐹

Awww....that's cute. *Gives you head pats* you might have to try harder than that to make Craig a blushing mess :3

You both are basically rich with love since you guys give each other attention and affection all the time. You have made a few flirty comments here and there but none of them were able to make Craig's cheeks red as a tomato ;_;

So you decided to practice some of your flirty comments to say to him (that you definitely did not just research on the internet) if you want to make your boyfriend blush you gotta step up your game.

When you manage to make him blush, Craig would be speechless for a while before coming back to his senses. Congratulations! 💛💛💙💙

❤️ Clyde Donovan 🍂

Please help this poor boy any interaction you do with him, always makes him flustered.

He might try to slip a flirty comment right back at you, but fails miserably and ends up making himself blush from it. :')

Too much affection with Clyde is enough to make him clingy and needy for attention just like Stan.

He probably likes it whenever you make him blush to be honest, even if he wants to hide it or deny it. He can't deny the fact that he loves the affection his s/o gives him.

He might not be able to make you flustered with a flirty comment, but that doesn't mean he can't make you flustered in another form of affection >:3 ❤️❤️❤️❤️

HELP IM SO SORRY IF THESE SCENARIOS ARE SHORT😭😭😭

[ryomaandgundhamkin]

GIVE @cannibaleclipseau HEADCANON ASKS ASK THE CHARACTERS ANYTHING IT CAN BE UNHINGED IDC JUST LIKE DHCHCHXHXJXH👹👹‼️‼️ ARGHGHDJDHXHD JUST SEND ME ANYTHING TO THERE… BRO I GET FREAKKNG 1 NOTIFICAGION ON THERE EVERY DAY. 😨 YES IT IS A ASKBLOG YES IT IS A RPBLOG YES IT IS VERY MUCH INACTIVE … you running out of ask ideas?? YOU CAN ASK BM, MOON, SUN OR ECLIPSE ANYTHING (maybe not the others but uh)… JUST. AGDUUDUDUFJCJDH 💔 please I fucking love attention guys. IM SORRY IM LIKE THIS BUT… please? one fucking ask is all I’m asking gays 😼… Like I GET ITS WIP BUT LIKE YOU CAN FIND OUT LORE IF YOU ASK… IDFC about my 100 other WIPS I have, I have way too much free time to just be getting off to fucking cai/j. 💀 call me fucking selfish I deserve it but dude it’s a fucking deserted island in my au blog. Am I not meeting up to your expectations? JUST TELL ME WHAT THE HELL IM DOING WRONG‼️ please you can be honest i swear. Like… i love you guys don’t get me wrong but im sorry im like this. im fucking needy and my satisfaction lasts fucking 1 millisecond 🤩!! JUST. Tell me what you want from me. And you shall receive. FUCK SCHOOL at this point. Im throwing away my social and emotional life for this stupid fucking art career. and for what..? am I really even that good. 💀 … listen I’m sorry for being such a bitch right now but i know I’m a fucking terrible person and I just want you to forgive me on that, I fucking require attention to live or ill never be satisfied. You can vote for the deletion of the blog if you want, it’s not even a big deal… 😨 all im asking is one ask and I’ll be satisfied I swear, thanks. I’m so sorry I’m like this and that you have to deal with me being such a… pain. might as well just delete it huh. I mean it was already painful to constantly be on Deviantart, what’s different? I’m destroying my life doing… everything. I WILL NOT FUCKING GET OVER HOW MUCH I AM DEDICATED TO THIS THING I KNOW WILL RUIN MY LIFE EVEN MORE, no matter how many times you convince me🤩… and I’m tired. I’m just really tired. I usually don’t write anything like this online and post it because I don’t want anyone here dealing with my emo self-hatred crap. So I’m really sorry, about everything I’ve done. All I’m asking is an ask and I won’t kill myself‼️/hj. but this whole thing mentally gets really bad for me, and I can get really suicidal but I just pretend I’m fine. I’m really sorry for asking so much of everyone, and I just want everyone to know that I am so so so grateful for all of the support I’ve gotten from my followers, moots and everyone. Be honest and tell me my au is shit. Yes I agree okay. I’m sorry I’m so terrible, I know I’m a terrible person. I don’t want to seem like I’m overreacting with this. Please don’t think of me differently because of this, I’m sorry I’m typing all of this out for everyone to read. I’m sorry you have to deal with me rambling about something so simple that I could’ve just… simply asked about. Like I know I probably sound so selfish and attention-seeking because… that’s just who I am, I’m sorry. But I don’t really care at this point, I’m just… like this 😇. And I hate that I’m reflecting this on everyone who looks up to me. So please… Im sorry. I’m really sorry. I’m actually so sorry about all of this, and me making such a big fucking deal out of a SIMPLE PROBLEM. If you think I should do anything differently, please tell me. I’d be glad to listen to any feedback you have. But for now… I hope I can get along with everyone on both blogs. And I understand that my other blog won’t MAGICALLY blow up the next morning I make it. So I’m sorry for being so annoying, so self-centered and so… selfish. I’ve never really… cared about any of you guys. But I don’t want to come off as rude, that I’m using you even if I am. Im sorry im like this way, im sorry im such a terrible and selfish person. I’m sorry i just… get so emotional when i do this shit. Please don’t take this that seriously. And please don’t judge me for being so immature. I am so very grateful to everyone, but I’m sorry I’m like this. Bye.

[bbyquokka]

2:25 pm (hjs)

genre: timestamp, smut — MDNI!

warnings: gn! reader, perv jisung, dom reader, panty kink, panty stealing, panty fucking, masturbation (m), voyeurism, cum eating, semi proof read

words: 1.3k ~ (1313)

a/n: i had some (emphasis on the word some) motivation to write. im working on something bigger but i just wanted to post a lil something in the meantime + perv & needy jisung is rotting my brain

☆ m.list — ☆ you can also read it on my ao3

he doesn't know why he is like this, he just is. he cannot explain it. he hates how he is like this towards you, his mind consumed with nothing but thoughts of you.

dirty, sinful thoughts. thoughts that he cannot express out loud. thoughts that would get him in trouble.

he used to be calm. the beginning of the relationship was smooth sailing for him. he was obsessed with you but nothing like how he is now. jisung is addicted to you. your scent, smell and taste drive his senses into overdrive.

the more he takes, the more he tastes, the more he wants. jisung soon found that touching and tasting you wasn't enough anymore. he needs something much, much more.

he soon found himself giving into his intrusive thoughts. he'd sneak into your bedroom, rummage around in your underwear drawer until he found the cutest, innocent looking panties you own. he'd stuff them in his pocket to sneak off and hide them in his secret location to use for later.

he just wanted a peak, that's all. you left the bathroom door slightly open, enough for him to see. his cock twitching inside his sweatpants as his eyes fall upon your naked body, the water and soap trickling down your curves.

once he started, he couldn't stop. his hand palming his erection before fishing it out of his clothing. his fist wrapped around his leaking cock, pumping himself at speed. it's so dirty, so wrong of him but he cannot help it. he cannot tear his eyes away from you, his eyes scanning your body, fixated on your curves.

the more he looks, the more desperate he feels. his hips bucking in his hand, fucking himself into oblivion. the burning knot tightening in the pit of his stomach, pre cum seeping from his slit. he has to bite his bottom lip to stop an onslaught of moans and desperate whimpers.

“shit…” he whispers to himself, head hanging low. his muscles tense, body shivering as his orgasm hits him. he desperately wraps his free hand around his tip, catching his cum to reduce the mess. the palm of his hand becomes coated in his hot, sticky mess. 

jisung's body shaking, muscles tensing with each release. his bottom lip bleeding a little due to him biting down too hard to lessen the sounds of him being loud. he lazily thrusts in his fist, riding out his high to help himself calm down.

his heart stops. he looks up, the sound of the shower being turned off. he watches you step out, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around your body. water droplets fall down your soft skin, jisung watching them travel before disappearing.

you look in the direction of the door, smirking slightly. jisung's heart drops, your eyes meeting halfway. you raise your brow slowly before looking away, carrying on your task of doing your skin care.

you know.

you've known for some time. it's hard not to when your underwear suddenly starts disappearing. you didn't think it could be your boyfriend who was the culprit however, you had your suspicions. catching him watching you shower just provided your suspicion to be correct. 

you just wanted that little bit more; and you did, days after.

you had to run some errands, be an adult for the day. when you returned home, however, you weren't expecting the apartment to be so silent. normally you'd see jisung playing games or watching his series, however, the apartment is eerily silent.

“sungie?!” you call out, placing your shopping bags down. your ears perk up as you hear a faint call of your name. you walk to the office, where the sound came from, to find your lover slouched in the office chair, sweats and boxer shorts pooled at his feet, t-shirt up to his chest.

his eyes are closed, soft pants and whimpers in the form of your name leaving his lips. His hair dishevelled and stuck to his forehead due to his sweat.

He's too consumed in his own pleasure. Your pretty, pink panties wrapped around his hard cock, hips bucking upwards as he fucks and soils the soft fabric. You watch him use the pad of his thumb to rub his tip, smearing his pre cum and body shivering at the oversensitivity.

“m-more.. y/n, more.” he pants, back arching slightly. his movements become desperate, fast and uncoordinated. his cock twitching, pre cum soiling the fabric. you bite your lip softly as you watch  jisung do something so sinful and lewd. you didn't expect yourself to like it this much, however seeing him lose all his composure just from your panties, makes you feel giddy.

“gonna c-cum.” he grunts. you watch as his body tenses and shakes, cum shooting out onto his stomach. his cock twitches with each release, hips and hand failing to slow down. hot tears of frustration fall down his cheeks, his body shaking with oversensitivity.

his mind is hazy, clouded with thoughts of you and only you. your panties are well used at this point, his cock failing to go flaccid, keeping its proud stance.

“why..” jisung whimpers. his body on autopilot, struggling to calm down. his adrenaline and hormones elevated, desperation evident by the way his brows pinch together and the way he lets out desperate whines.

you decided you've seen enough. watching your boyfriend fuck himself into your panties is one thing, but seeing him struggle is another.

you walk inside, Jisung's breath hitching in his throat. he wants to stop, but he can't. he's been caught in the act, now he's scared, worried that you're going to be angry and disappointed in him.

he didn't mean for it to go this far, but he cannot control himself when it comes to you. as he opens his mouth to speak, to explain his current situation, he's left speechless by your shocking actions.

he watches you silently kneels between his legs, scoop up his cum from his stomach before licking your finger clean. jisung's eyes widen, watching the way you lick your lips and listening to you hum softly.

“y-y/n…” he starts only to be hushed by you.

“how long?” you ask, removing his hand and your panties to wrap your own hand around his aching, rock hard cock. he swallows, contemplating on whether to be truthful or not.

“a few weeks…” he lies. you scoff, rolling your eyes. you rub his sensitive cock head with the pad of your thumb, jisung crying out in pleasure. he shakily reaches out, grabbing your wrist.

“i'll ask again. how long? and don't think about lying to me sungie because I know everything.” 

the colour from his cheeks drain. 

“months. I've been like this for months! I'm so sorry.”

“sorry?” you cock your head to the side as you stroke his length painfully slow. “what do you have to be sorry for?”

“i– you said you know everything.. you know about me stealing your panties, me peaking on you when you shower. that day…”

“that day I caught you fisting your cock like some desperate slut as you watched me shower?” you question, giggling as Jisung whimpers and twitches in your hand. “i had my suspicions sungie, have done for a while. catching you watching me shower confirmed it all.”

“why didn't you say something?”

“because I wanted that little bit more, y'know.” you press your tongue flat against his cock, collecting his mess onto your tongue.

“im sorry…” jisung whimpers. “it's so shameful of me and I never meant for it to cause harm..”

“but you haven't sungie.” jisung watches you stand up, his brows furrowed together in confusion. you chuckle softly, taking his hand and shoving it down your underwear. his eyes widen, swollen lip caught between his teeth as he realizes.

“i love it just as much as you do, sungie.” 

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[rrat-king]

oh i would LOVE to hear abt ur tracker and kristen like fundamentals for them, like their similarities why are they so tender and close on a level thats like above first relationships why are they so different, what annoys them both give me the headcannons i beg of u

holy shit ok ok ok i have never been so deeply obsessed with an ask they are like, i dont know i love them so deeply (disclaimer i am trackerbees breakup truther BUT i am also they grow and come back together truther and this way more the distorted fannon i have of them in my head so like. grain of salt)

they are not actually that kinky. this is one of my main like foundational blocks of trackerbees cuz it is my belief that kristen's view of sex is so skewed that anything that isnt church sanctioned missionary is crazy to her. tracker probably Is kinky but like... kristen is a 15 year old newly ex-communicated virgin when they get together so. yes they have a lot of sex. but they arn't actually that kinky imo

tracker is possessive and gets jealous easily and she tries not to be but it fully doesn't help that kristen is just... completely unaware of when she is being flirted with. like they will go out and kristen, who just loves talking to people, will go to get them drinks and tracker will have to go and hunt her down because shes at the bar talking to someone, totally oblivious to the fact that they are trying to buy her a drink, so tracker has to come up behind her and stake claim cuz thats her girlfriend, damn it

they both have so little sense of privacy and shame which makes them perfect together and just so terrible to be around. tracker coming from jawbone oversharing view of life and kristen coming from a doors always open, three brothers, lots of shame house then to immediately flip around and be like 'ok im rejecting that shame just gotta be brutally open and shameless' as a reaction, means they are just. door wide open no pants on, talking about tmi at the dinner table just. fully shameless.

they are also just so touchy. kristen needs to be touching someone at all times just as like, a thing, whether thats holding someones hand or like rough housing she craves physical contact. tracker isn't as needy for touch with everyone, just kristen (it's a wolf thing, i dont want to use the word 'mate' cuz uh. not willing to go that far but i do think that kristen is tracker's Person. other people are pack but kristen is like. hers in a wolfy way)

kristen cannot communicate for shit and it drives tracker crazy sometimes. its not like a malice thing it's fully that i dont think kristen was raised to understand that communicating needs and problems is an essential part of a relationship. she also has a hard time not deflecting when things get serious.

tracker gets angry easily but she bottles it up, expecting kristen to just know she's upset and fix it and getting more upset when she doesn't. this is an endless evil cycle

but i think that they learn and they grow on their own and figure out how to exist as healthier people alone so that they are better partners for each other. i know they have to separate but i also know that they are each other's person and they will always come back together

i could talk about them for literally hours i love them so dearly (dont talk to me when they break up in junior year i will be grieving/hj)

[nglwhatarecats]

rambling abt PB&J again 😭

Heera buying/getting clothes for Blue:

so when Heera met Blue, Blue had the same outfit. Every.single.time

being the slightly concerned acquaintance Heera was (Blue saw them as friends Heera did not, in the beginning! This kinda sets up for some angst latr….FOCUS) Heera asked Blue about the whole clothes situation.

“Oh I don’t have any spares.”

“EXCUSE ME?”

Heera being broke (probably js look at her!/lh-a very broke person) said “fuck it” and got Blue clothes,which cause Blue to panic, not used to be on the gift receiving end (her love language is gift giving,this woman will give you ANYTHING,clothes,plants(extremely rare ones too,she WILL find a way to get extinct ones too) food (she loves cooking baking etc) WHATEVER her gift receiver might want) also bc she was not home she had no idea how long she’d stay in a completely (not really) different environment. (Doomed yuri (another oc couple)fucked up Blue by sending her to the wrong dimension 😓-my explanation on how Blue and Heera crossed paths) she refused, Heera just threw the bag at her and just ran away,leaving Blue confused.

“I no no Wanna :(“

“TAKE IT BITCH” *runs away*

what does Blue do when Heera is gone or being a workaholic:

When Heera is gone doing detective shit Blue is just cooking,baking,cleaning, getting more plants (Heera home is looking like a garden HELP)getting furniture for Heera sad studio (Girl I was couch surfing for like a year and I’ve seen people barley getting by w more furniture than her 😭🙏/hj)

but since Heera doesn’t stay that long Blue would either force her (Blue is currently a bit more stronger then Heera atm,by this much 🤏🏼 For story reasons duh) or tell her she’s going to do smth that might endanger herself. (Heera didn’t believe her at first than she saw Blue run into a highway as she flipped her off)

“Stay or im drinking bleach and creating mustard gas.I didn’t spend all my time making this food >:(“

“STOP”

Heera being a workaholic:

Blue js.. lay on her lap like a cat and demand attention (or just hug her) Blue is very needy (orange cat behavior) Blue would just say funfacts about plants.

“Do you know there’s a flower in Mexico that smells like chocolate”

“Cool?”

“I’m taking you to see it.”

“WHAT”

the camping shit I asked Swagger:

“EVERYONE FOR THEMSELVES” *runs into the forest*

“You forgot your bag..”

Blue found Heera hours ago, she just wanted to see how long Heera would notice or see how well Heera is good at camping!

and Heera can’t light a fire.

Blue is super good at stuff like that because her whole life has been around nature! And she loves showing off to Heera (yay validation from someone you love!!)

I might write a fic on this premise^^

but I feel like I will mischaracterize Heera @tiredguyswag😿

AND DONE YAYAY

my hand hurts :(

[igbylicious]

Isak i literally SQUEAKED when i saw this post asdkjsdakjdsajk („ಡωಡ„) ♡

‘RIGHT out of the gate with the objectification???? okay :’) fine and normal about that.’ nothing like a lil sprinkling of casual objectification to kick things off! :3

‘i re-read this part a few times immediately, it’s so soft T_T <3 he’s already being so good!! the lack of cockiness is really getting to me. im gonna explobe im not kidding’ hehe i went ALL IN with the neediness, we’re building up to smth! >:3 but askdjasdjk i’m so happy you are on-board for it; i was a lil worried that ppl might be disappointed that Woo wasn’t way more bratty at reader!

‘screaming into my fist. if im being honest.’ if there’s one thing for which you can count on me, it’s that Wooyoung’s moles will be appreciated ♡( ◡‿◡. )

‘:’)) god. he’s so needy (affectionate) it’s so fucking cute. and this sentence is very…… gosh idek what to say, i’m brain empty rn, but i like it a lot. it feels very heartfelt.’ ahhhhhhhh!!! (°◡°♡) lowkey i was pretty proud of that line ;; idk i just really wanted to get across that Woo is very vulnerable right now but like, in a feelsy way ♡ (ps it was during a handcuffs / blindfold combo that Wooyoung first yellowed San uwu)

‘Reader keeps calling Woo babygirl hfnhj it’s the best <33 it’s the truth™’ in honour of Woo taking the crown in that tumblr babygirl poll~!

‘I said that^ just to get to the point that I’m enjoying the mentions of San and how intense and serious he is. And hornie :3’ lol i’m really glad asdkjaskdjdas, i didn’t want him to be forgotten just bc he’s in more of a voyeur role! (≧◡≦) ♡ (so, so horny lol)

‘Live San reaction’ AKSJDKJASDKJADSKJASD PERFECT PIC CHOICE 11/10 NO NOTES LOL i love that all you gotta do is write ‘San gives Wooyoung a flat look’ and all of atiny, we all just know (ᵔ◡ᵔ)

‘braver than any US Marine /gen’ the real reason why it’s so significant that San relinquished his control to reader isn’t bc he is willing to ‘share’ and trusts her with Wooyoung’s safety; it’s bc San trusts her to properly punish Woo lol (hj)

‘omg. the part where San calls Woo “your toy” instead of his own toy? The cinnamon tography…’ Wooyoung putting the sub in sub-text ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

‘Awh! He’s pathetic :)’ asdkjadjkda is2g i’m constantly giggling reading your commentaries (≧◡≦) ♡

‘Reader talking about how she’s gonna make Wooyoung eat her out while watching the recording:’ LOL ACCURATE, THESE PICS I— A:ALSKDSLK

‘I’m CHOOSING to believe you thought of me at least a little bit when you added this in here. EITHER WAY FUKCNFJJFhj are you telling me he could cum from having his tits cropped? he’s actually perfect fr.’ combined with the blindfold and bondage? absolutely ( •̀ .̫ •́ )✧ (i cannot confirm but also shan’t deny that maaaaaybeeeeeee here and there i thought abt whether the biggest sub Wooyoung appreciator i know would approve :3 )

‘Watch this be way off lmfao <3’ adskjjkadajdsk!!! one) i love that you gave this moment so much thought ;; ♡ two) NOT way off! it’s not the whole story, but damn you literally made my mouth fall open when i read this!!! the distancing thing esp, yeah uh, yeah that will be brought up again 👀

‘at this, my brain went “she should make him cum again. as a puNISHMEN”’ ASDJKASDKJ YOU ARE SO CORRECT ISAK, READER REALLY DROPPED THE BALL THERE, DANG

‘Bahahaaaa roasted!!’ sometimes San wonders what he’s done in a past life to deserve Wooyoung & reader (affectionate). but sometimes, he wonders what the hell he has done to deserve Wooyoung & reader (derogatory). lol

‘Oh he “likes” that, does he? Sounds like he absolutely loves it, maybe even feels a little emotional about it. Or maybe he just inhaled some dust, who knows.’ Wooyoung? getting a lil feelsy while he films his boyfriend and their close-friend-who-has-become-pretty-hecken-important-to-them be together?? nah, probably just dust ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

‘But Woo sees this opportunity for what it is; a gift and a sign of trust, and it makes me so happy that he’s behaving the way he is.’ ahhhh!!! this is again a relief bc this was another moment where i worried ppl might be disappointed Woo wasn’t brattier lol — and i could see Woo menace San more if they’d planned this out as a scene beforehand, like deliberately trying to make San edge himself and stuff~ but here it just felt right for Wooyoung to be appreciative of San’s offer and not like, punish him for doing a nice thing for Woo :’) seriously i’m really thankful for how generous you are with your thoughts abt these kinda things, it’s super fun and rewarding to read!!!

‘hjnghjfnh the way he just totally ignored her pleas u_u gremlin’ this man’s focused on the job!! he’s got a sextape to film he ain’t got no time for reader’s begging!!! xD

‘my brain. is scrampled eg’ San knows he's hot shit, sometimes i gotta let him flaunt it a lil bit! uwu

ASKDJASDKJ THIS GOT SO LONG HELP BUT AHHHHH UNSTOPPABLE NEED TO GET MY THOUGHTS ABT YOUR THOUGHTS BACK OUT TO YOU ASKJDKASJJKDSAJKDSKAJJKDAKJADS for real i can’t tell you enough how much i appreciate them!!!!!! Σ>―(〃°ω°〃)♡→

whichever way [woosan x reader] pt8

pairing: woosan x f reader

rating: 18+

genre: smut, fluff-ish, neighbours au, friends with benefits

ch. summary: You get to play with Wooyoung.

wc: 10k

ch. warnings: smut with subtext, everyone’s a switch but dom reader / San & sub Wooyoung for the first half, voyeurism / exhibitionism, sex tapes, BDSM, blindfold & bondage / shibari (@ Wooyoung), finger sucking, blow / hand job, sex toys; cock ring & riding crop (@ Wooyoung) & buttplug (@ reader), dirty talk, pain kink, impact play, dacryphilia, objectification, degradation kink, praise kink, Wooyoung is referred to as; ‘good boy’, ‘babygirl’, ‘(fuck)toy’ & ‘(pain)slut’, reader fantasises abt having a cock and Wooyoung sucking her off, copious amount of spit, scunnilingus, vaginal / anal fingering (@ reader), DP with a toy, creampie, condomless sex with IUD, masturbation, mention of San tiddies, safe word checks; ‘green’ & ‘yellow’ are used, aftercare, pet names for reader (‘baby’ and ‘good girl’)

a/n: features a soft-bodied, aromantic reader who uses she/her pronouns.

a/n²: subtext aside, this chapter is pure smut lol — but the next one will get more into relationship development! (ᵔ◡ᵔ) there’s a pretty direct nod back to smth in the previous chapter so i hope it’s not been too long between updates, but i think it will still work either way! ♡

masterlist. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

“There, your throne is all ready, princess,” San grins at you, spreading his hands in a flourish to present Wooyoung, showcased on the bed for your pleasure.

And a pleasure it is; Wooyoung sits up against the headboard with both hands secured to a bedpost, vivid red rope laid across his wrists with a simple column tie. Less simple is the mermaid tie that San used to trap Wooyoung’s legs together from knees to ankles, loops upon loops of crimson twisted around his limbs; just as effective at immobilising Wooyoung as it is aesthetically pleasing to the eyes.

(You’d had an unexpectedly relaxing time while San did his ropework, a hush in the bedroom as you quietly chatted and joked together; San kept his focus on perfecting the looping patterns, but there was always a smile on his face whenever you and Wooyoung broke out in a sudden giggle of anticipation. His practised fingers had proved their skill, tying Wooyoung up with swift precision — but you almost wished it had taken longer, enjoying the odd intimacy of your small pre-scene bubble.)

“‘Throne’?” Wooyoung snorts at San’s invitation, right as you laugh a surprised, “‘Princess’?” It’s not exactly in San’s usual arsenal of nicknames of you.

San shrugs, his bright grin undiminished. “We can try something else! Um… Your saddle is ready, cowgirl?” he says, giving you a wink. “Here is your altar, goddess?”

“I can’t tell if these are getting better or worse!”

“I can,” Wooyoung says, trying to be deadpan but his voice comes out strained. He shifts against the ropes, restless from all the attention you are not paying to him. “C’mon, can we get on with it?”

They’re the words of a brat — but there is a telling neediness in his eyes as he looks at you, utterly incapacitated. You bite your lip at the tightness in his face; and the rapidly growing wetness between your legs is just as telling of need.

You throw a leg across Wooyoung’s thighs to straddle him, careful not to touch the semi he’s been sporting ever since San first lined a rope just above his knees. “What’s the rush, Woo?” you coo at him, running a teasing finger up his chest. “You’re not going anywhere, we got all the time in the world.”

Wooyoung pouts at your light touch, but he visibly relaxes with you on top of him. “No rush,” he grins, and there is a bit more strength to the cockiness in his voice. “Just wanted to make sure you didn’t forget about me.”

Your fingers slowly walk up his throat, where you both see and feel him swallow, his Adam’s apple bobbing underneath your fingertips.

“Aw, feeling neglected?” you grin, pressing your thumb down against the mole on his bottom lip.

Wooyoung’s tongue darts out to wet his lips, catching your thumb as he does so. “A little,” he says, breathy already. “Thought you wanted to play with me tonight, not joke around with San.”

He moans sharply when your hand suddenly dives into his dark hair to yank his head back, exposing his neck to your teeth. Your bite is not enough to leave a mark, but plenty to leave a warning.

“I only play with nice toys,” you whisper sweetly, your lips ghosting against his ear. Your fingers relax to gently weave through Wooyoung’s hair, brushing the longish strands out of his face. “Are you gonna be nice to me?”

“Shit,” Wooyoung groans at the saccharine purr in your voice, “you’re really excited about this, aren’t you?” There is a pleased gleam of approval in his eyes.

Wooyoung is absolutely right; you are thrilled. He is all but helpless beneath you, tied up and antsy for your touch. How could you not be excited?

You have flirted with dominance in the past, but this is the first time you are in such complete control. Even San has taken a backseat; watching you and Wooyoung from the very chair that you had first watched them. His head is cocked to the side, piercing interest etched into his face — but he is only an observer to you and Wooyoung… for now.

“Yeah, I’m excited,” you grin at Wooyoung, giddy anticipation bubbling up and threatening to spill over the brim, and it takes an active effort to not break character. “But you did not answer my question.”

You grab for one of the items laying next to you, and lift your hand up to dangle a strip of ivory silk in front of his face.

“So. Are you a good little toy? Will you behave today?”

Just the sight of the blindfold causes Wooyoung’s breath to shallow, then his eyes dart back to you. Something burns in those dark eyes; something that can’t decide whether it is needy want or blatant defiance — but Wooyoung’s mouth has decided loud and clear. “Will you make me?”

“Hm,” you tut disappointedly, putting down the blindfold, “maybe I’ll go and joke around with San after all. If you’re going to be like that.”

Wooyoung’s eyes widen with alarm when your weight shifts off of him, his hands jerking against the restraints. “Ahh, no no, don’t—” he starts as you move away. “Stay, stay.”

(San chuckles quietly at the sudden change of heart, appreciative of how you’d used him as a tool to keep Wooyoung in line.)

You settle back on top of Wooyoung, marvelling at how the tension instantly falls away from him. Being completely tied up always makes him needier, but you are still taken aback by his need for you, for your touch. Like he can’t bear to part with you for even a second. A light current of electricity crackles through your veins, causing small sparks from the ever increasing awareness of how much power you hold over him right now.

“There you go, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” you ask Wooyoung, your sweetened smile that drips with disdain. “You’re a well-behaved toy after all.”

“Yeah,” Wooyoung says breathily as he tilts his head back, exposing his neck to you freely this time around. “I’ll be the best fucking toy you ever played with.”

You bite down a moan at how pliantly he offers himself up to you. You accept his offer and press a hungry, open-mouthed kiss on the pretty column of his neck, right on a protruding vein. Your tongue catches against his heartbeat, every pulse throbbing with hot desire.

“Want me to use you?” you rasp, lightly grazing your teeth across his skin.

He whines at the excitement laced in your voice. “Whatever way you want,” he says tightly. “Just— Just don’t want you to go.”

Your eyes meet, and for a split-second you falter at the intensity of his gaze; like he is talking about so much more than just right here, right now. Your heart softens at his need, reaching a hand to gently cup his cheek. “I’m not going anywhere,” you promise him, and your thighs clench at how he melts under your touch. “Now, let’s have some fun, hm?”

“Yeah,” Wooyoung sighs, beaming at you with a crooked smile. No cockiness, only anticipation.

Obediently, he bends his head just enough to let you put the blindfold in place. You tie the piece of silk around him, covering his eyes, and he inhales with a light shudder as sight is deprived from his senses. You make sure the knot is not too tight, and check if Wooyoung can still rest comfortably against the headboard.

Once it’s all done, you sit back to admire Wooyoung to take in the toe-curling view of him, completely and utterly at your disposal.

The blindfold’s ivory contrasts beautifully against Wooyoung’s tanned skin, almost giving him a soft glow; and the mole on his cheek peeks out from just underneath the fabric. His lean chest rises and falls with bated breaths, the red ropes keeping him firmly in place while he can do nothing but wait for you to make your move.

You lean into him with a languid sigh, one hand resting on his chest, the other playing with a lock of his hair. Your lips are a mere inch away from his; and Wooyoung has no idea of just how close you are.

The sheer depths of control you have over him now is dizzyingly overwhelming — and it’s a control that Wooyoung matches with equal depths of trust, willingly giving himself over to you. You can’t help a quiet moan at his subservience, steady pulses of arousal causing your cunt to leak onto Wooyoung’s thighs.

Wetness smears across his skin, and Wooyoung lets out a sharp groan when he realises what it is. “F-fuck,” he gasps, his hands bunching into fists before they relax again. “Baby…”

Wooyoung trails off with his lips slightly parted, his plump cupid’s bow begging for your attention. He whines when your nose brushes against his, and he arches forward in clear anticipation of a kiss — but two fingers firmly press against his bottom lip instead.

He lets out a surprised moan but does not hesitate for even a moment, slurping them down greedily. Your breath catches as his tongue swirls against your fingers, saliva rapidly gathering in his mouth and coating your kin.

Soon, a small trickle spills past his lips, messy and enticing. You eagerly lick up the trail, relishing Wooyoung’s shudder. “That’s it, that’s a good boy,” you praise him, and start a rhythm of slowly thrusting your fingers. “So hungry for something to stuff that mouth full. Do you suck San’s cock like this too?”

(San shifts at the mention of his name, readjusting the crotch of his jeans.)

“Hmah,” Wooyoung garbles, more spit dribbling down his chin as he starts to move his head best he can, hollowing his cheeks and curving his tongue around you. He forces your fingers deeper, deeper inside his throat, until he constricts around you with a choked moan. You bite down a whine, wiggling your hips against his lap to relieve some of the pressure building in your untouched cunt.

“God, look at you. So eager to get that tight throat fucked you’ll take anything,” you groan. Your own mouth is just as hungry as Wooyoung’s, pressing heated kisses along his jawline. “You’d suck my cock so well, wouldn’t you? Should get a strap just so I can see you choke while I fuck that pretty mouth.”

A loud, muffled whimper escapes Wooyoung, vibrating around your fingers. You can’t help but wonder what it’d be like, to have every inch of you throbbing in the wet heat of his mouth, completely engulfed with pleasure while Wooyoung’s throat spasms around you as he milks you dry for all you’re worth.

The fantasy shoots down your cunt like lightning, and you tear your fingers away in sudden impatience. You stick your tongue down Wooyoung’s throat instead, meeting him in a sloppy tangle. He makes a surprised noise, but quickly sucks on your tongue with the same fervour he’d given your fingers.

A heady daze settles over you as you tug at Wooyoung’s hair to angle him just how you like, groaning into his mouth with growing desperation. He squirms underneath you, stifled moans drawn from his lips, but you want more, more.

“H-hey, no no don’t—” Wooyoung mewls, straining against the ropes when your mouth and hands pull away from him.

“Shh, I’m right here, babygirl,” you soothe him, and press your palm solidly against his chest, just so he can feel you. “’M not going anywhere, not when you’re laid out so prettily for me. Fuck, wish you could see yourself, served up on a platter, so fucking sexy.”

You keep up your steady stream of praise, careful to keep a point of physical contact with Wooyoung as you move down the bed, your hand running down his torso, down to his hips, his thigh, along every inch of feverish skin.

San had been insistent on that; always stay connected to Wooyoung when he is both tied up and blindfolded, either verbally or through touch. Give him something to anchor himself to, give him a piece of yourself so he does not get lost.

At the right moment, it gets Wooyoung off to be ignored a little, to either make him get bratty or work for the attention. This is not the right moment.

And even with his arms tied, you can feel how Wooyoung clings onto you; his body arching into your hand, moaning quietly at your words. He shudders when your breath falls on his hipbone, just shy of his half-hard cock.

“Hm, gonna suck me off?” he asks impatiently, shifting in an attempt to find your mouth, chasing the warm air of your exhales.

You pinch lightly at his thigh, causing Wooyoung to grunt at the unexpected sting. “Not if you’re gonna be pushy about it,” you tut. “Besides, there is something else to take care of first.”

You reach for a small item that lies in wait on the bed, along with some lube. Wooyoung makes a noise when your hand leaves his waist, but you adjust your body to push a little firmer against his legs, the loops of his mermaid tie pressing into your skin.

“Still here, Wooyoungie,” you assure him. “Just getting a little toy for my toy, so I can get the most out of him.”

“W-what is it?” he asks, his arms tensing against the restraints.

You know his mind must be racing right now; you and San had readied an assortment of playthings on purpose, just so Wooyoung can only guess at which you’ll use. The ball gag, the leather riding crop? The buttplug, the small bullet vibrator? More than one? All of them?

A tempting thought, but for now… It is the innocent-looking, silicone cock ring that you take between thumb and forefinger, carefully dabbing it with a few thick drops of lube.

“You’re about to find out, babygirl,” you purr at Wooyoung, and put a steadying hand on his hip.

He tenses in anticipation, and jerks against your fingers when the ring slides down his cock to rest at the base. You lean in to lightly flick your tongue at his reddened tip, your feathery touch enough to make Wooyoung moan again. It’s more awkward to position yourself with his legs tied, no space for you to nestle between his thighs, but still you manage to comfortably drape yourself over him and sink your mouth down on his cock.

It’s not frenzied, not like how Wooyoung sucked on your fingers before. Instead you work his length with steady passes, amusement sparking in your cunt when his hips try to cant upward, whiny gasps of your name escaping his lips as you take your time with him. You can feel Wooyoung harden on your tongue, his blood surging down and trapped by the silicone ring as he plumps up into a snug fit. You hum contently at the salty taste of precum, your nose brushing against his pelvis.

You meet San’s eyes right then, with Wooyoung’s cock nudging the back of your throat, and a jolt sears through you at the moment of contact.

He is leaned forward with an elbow on his knees, fingertips playing at his bottom lip. His other hand is pressed against his crotch, squeezing himself as he watches with dark, piercing eyes how you take care of his boyfriend. Something primal lurks in those eyes, hungry and protective all at once, but San nods at you in silent approval.

A sharp heat stirs in your core, knowing exactly what this means to San.

San has told you how responsible he feels for Wooyoung during a scene. You know how seriously he takes this — and now he has entrusted that responsibility to you.

You pull away from Wooyoung’s cock with a wet noise. A thin string of spit connects from the flushed tip to your lips, stretching until it snaps, and his shaky whimper sings through your heated blood. He is trembling, every sensation inflicted on him intensified by the blindfold, the bondage, the cock ring; to the point that he’s almost overwhelmed just by the brief attention of your mouth.

“You okay, Woo?” you ask, running a gentle hand over his thigh. “It fits right, not painful?”

Wooyoung bites down a whine, drawing a few sharp breaths through his nose so he can speak up. “D-doesn’t hurt, no.”

There is a shine of sweat gathering on his skin already, his cock looking thicker than usual, and you spot light muscle tremors in his stomach. “Colour?” you ask, just to be sure. You won’t let San’s trust in you be misplaced; or for Wooyoung to be anything but completely safe in your hands.

“Green, yeah,” he nods, oh so eager despite looking like he is on the brink already. “So green. Fuck, want you to touch me…”

His voice is pure blissful anguish, jaw falling slack with a loud moan when you settle back in his lap and satisfy his plea. “Doing so well for me, Wooyoungie,” you hum, fingers wrapped around his oversensitive cock, the pad of your thumb teasing at his leaking slit. “San is so generous, letting me play with you as much as I like.”

San’s attention flickers from Wooyoung’s wretched features up to you. His eyes are like black embers, the force of his gaze burning into you like a furnace. His face is drawn, furrowed lines etched between his brows as his lips slowly curve into a sharp, crooked grin, just a hint of teeth — and from the look of him, San would like nothing more than to sink those teeth into you and Wooyoung both.

“Nothing generous about it,” he says, a low growl lurking in the very edge of his voice. “I’m the one who gets to watch you break my fucktoy down into a sniffling, whiny mess.”

“He is real pretty like this, isn’t he?” you coo, running a hand up Wooyoung’s tensed stomach. His abdominal muscles twitch, a choked sob escaping him as he listens in on your and San’s conversation. “And he’ll be so much prettier after I’ve ruined him. Would be a shame if he never saw himself like that. Don’t you think he deserves to be the one on camera for once, Sannie?”

Immediately, Wooyoung’s volume control slips further out of his grasp, high-pitched and unintelligible whines catching on his breath. He strains against the bindings, the veins on his forearms more prominent than ever as his fingers grip at the rope tying him to the bedposts.

San’s eyes darken as he recognises his cue. Gracefully he unfurls himself from the chair, grabbing a small camcorder from the nightstand as he heads over. Wooyoung’s camcorder, a brand new purchase.

Wooyoung bites his lip when he feels the mattress dip under San’s added weight. “Make sure San gets my good side, alright?” he rasps at you. “He can’t take a picture worth a damn, don’t trust him to handle a camera either.”

You snort a laugh, mostly at the way San’s shoulders drop as he levels Wooyoung with a flat look that goes completely unseen by his blindfolded boyfriend.

“You’re getting sassy now?” you say, playfully tapping Wooyoung’s nose. “Bold, my beautiful cheeky boy, real bold.”

Wooyoung just grins, fearless, tongue running across his teeth. “Hey, I’m off-limits to San today. I can sass him all I want, right?”

It takes some effort on his part, but San does refrain from intervening. His tongue prods at the inside of his cheek as he raises an eyebrow at you in question, and you give a little nod to assure him it’s taken care of.

With that, San takes a slow breath and releases; entrusting you to handle it. He shucks off his t-shirt and slides in behind you, resting a large hand on your hip while his firm, muscular chest presses up against your back. His heat radiates into your skin as he tucks his chin on your shoulder, casually holding up the camcorder to capture Wooyoung on film.

“You can sass San all you like,” you hum at Wooyoung, reaching for one of the other props lying next to you, “but I think you’re forgetting about something.”

“Hm?”

“Me.”

Wooyoung’s breath catches when a soft patch of leather draws across his chest. His head tilts as he tries to identify the object, and he stills when he comes to his conclusion. “…Crop?”

“Bingo.” You give the riding crop a light twist of your wrist, snapping against Wooyoung’s skin without real force of impact. He still whines, completely on edge.

“Shit,” he hisses through gritted teeth. “It’s gonna be like that?”

“Afraid so,” you say with a pained, exaggerated sigh, slowly running the crop’s flap up Wooyoung’s chest until it presses against the side of his neck. “It’ll be like that until you apologise to San. Now, smile for the camera, won’t you?”

A bead of sweat runs down Wooyoung’s forehead, soaked up by the ivory blindfold. He swallows thickly at the sudden pressure on his neck, but it doesn’t deter him. “Apologise? What for? Sannie really can’t— hmnh!”

The crop strikes against the same place on Wooyoung’s chest as earlier, slightly harder. He jerks forward with a choked shudder, a budding redness marking the spot. The corner of his mouth twitches — as does his cock, flushed and glossy with precum and spit.

Wooyoung whimpers when your free hand cups his face, but he quickly sinks into the gentle touch. You run your thumb along his cheekbone, brushing against the blindfold. “So good to me,” you chuckle, amused at the way he tries to nuzzle into your hand. “You can’t extend that favour to San?”

He only huffs and presses a messy kiss against your palm, then another. Blatantly needy for you, blatantly ignoring your question; and you decide he has had plenty of warning.

“Mmh!”

The next swat of the crop draws a sharp, high-pitched keen from Wooyoung. His chest heaves, panting heavily as the sting fades away and leaves a new reddened blemish in its wake.

“Fuck,” you breathe at the sight of him; quiet awe in your voice, your heartbeat pulsing hard between your thighs.

A translucent wet gleam gathers on his stomach where the tip of his cock rests, leaking steadily. Wooyoung’s body had stiffened with tension on the moment of impact, but now he slowly goes slack again, mouth hanging open as he draws hard breaths. He groans when your thumb slips past his lips to press on his tongue, drool threatening to spill over.

“Are you getting this, Sannie?” you ask, using the crop to draw slow circles around Wooyoung’s newly marked skin.

San hums in confirmation, keeping the camera steady. “Such a pretty mark you left on him. Think he’d be even prettier with more.”

Wooyoung moans around your thumb, squirming against the patch of leather in anticipation.

“Tch,” San scoffs. “Look at that, how much he wants it. Your little toy is too much of a painslut to ever apologise.”

Your toy. A small yet significant change from how San spoke before; his relinquishment of Wooyoung over to you now fully complete. You swallow down a sudden lump, taken aback by how deeply a simple degrading phrase has hit you.

Wooyoung lets out a high whine at San’s words, twisting against his bindings and your weight in his lap. The sound snaps your focus right back to him, all else forgotten at the sight of his desperate state. His teeth graze against your thumb as he shudders, saliva slowly trickling down his chin.

You withdraw your thumb to lightly pinch at his cheek. “Is that true, Woo? Are you my little painslut?” you purr at him, landing another light smack with the crop — and the resulting cry is an unmistakable affirmative. “So you like it that much… Well, we’ll see how long you last.”

“Please…” he moans weakly, aimless, not begging for any one specific thing except for your attention.

You smile slowly, fully intent on giving him just that. You shift forward ever so slightly, Wooyoung’s cock only barely brushing up against your cunt. Wooyoung’s breath hitches at the unexpected feel of your glistening folds, giving a tentative twitch of his hips. He manages to just graze against your clit, but it’s enough for a moan to bubble up from your lips — a soft moan, that Wooyoung still hears loud and clear.

Even that tiny sign of your pleasure is enough to make Wooyoung whine again, and he clumsily tries to hump into you, hungry for more of your sounds. His movements are too restricted for any proper stimulation, but that does not stop him from the attempt.

You don’t stop him either; too amused by the awkward jerk of his hips, too enraptured by the way he groans your name in a stutter, mingled with raspy swears as he tries and fails to please you and himself. Instead you whisper encouragements at him, sweet yet cruel as you giggle at his ineffective rut. You run your free hand over his sweat-slicked chest, lightly thumbing at his sensitive nipples, just to tease him closer to that edge he can’t get to.

But you let him keep trying, revelling in every frustrated moan, every meager spark of pleasure… until you are convinced he is too lost in his chase to still remember the crop.

Without his sight, Wooyoung has nothing to warn him when you lift the crop up again; only the softest whistle through the air as the leather flap swats down on him out of nowhere. He cries out at the sting, a lone tear trickling down from underneath his blindfold as he convulses against your body and his rope bindings.

San groans softly from behind you at the sight, warm lips briefly pressing against your neck as his hand squeezes your waist. His fingers are clenched around the camcorder, still dutifully recording.

“Greedy boy,” you grin at Wooyoung. “Thinks he’s gonna get off easy without apologising to San, hm?”

This time Wooyoung is better prepared when the leather bites at his skin, but he still groans tightly at the fresh mark, closer to his nipple than the last.

You press your free hand on his hip to hold him down. “Keep still now,” you whisper in his ear. “Wouldn’t want to mess up my aim, right?”

Wooyoung shudders at the sudden closeness. He turns his head, neck craning as though to find you in a kiss; and you fail to resist indulging him, gifting him a soft press of your lips, a slight brush of your tongue.

You pull back far too quickly to his liking, and Wooyoung fusses at the loss — but then you flick the crop again and pain blends into the neediness of his voice, debauched and beautiful.

His voice rises in pitch when you slowly roll your hips into him, it all the more difficult for him to obey your command to stay in place. But Wooyoung tries, he tries so hard, trembling every time you find a target on his chest. He chews his bottom lip raw with stuttered breaths, more tears spilling past his blindfold at every hit; but Wooyoung knows exactly what he needs to say to make you stop, so you keep going.

Sitting in his lap, pressed up close to him, you can’t quite swing the crop in full force — but that is no problem, not when Wooyoung already tethers on the edge of being overwhelmed. Even like this, there is enough strength behind the impacts to sear through him like he is struck by thunder, unending whimpers escaping past his bite-swollen lips.

Between impacts, you tease Wooyoung with gentle strokes to signal where the leather flap will land next; except when it’s a misdirection, and you pull back for a second just to aim elsewhere. His dick twitches against your cunt, precum oozing generously from the tip with every hit, every twist of your hips. You try to angle yourself so the cock ring catches against your clit, the different sensation adding another layer of pleasure to your slow, rocking pace.

San hisses out a low growl every time you push back into him; he has deliberately kept to the background as a fiery yet unobtrusive witness, but the obvious bulge in his jeans betrays how worked up he is.

“Fuck, I’m gonna have so much fun watching the recording later,” you purr at Wooyoung, trailing the crop back up to his neck for a moment of respite. He knows you won’t hit him there, but he still fidgets at the pressure, his breath coming in hard pants. His skin is flushed with sweat and red marks and feverish need. “Gonna get myself off over and over again, seeing you break down into such a wreck. Do you hear yourself, Woo? What a whiny boy you are for me, crying so prettily.”

Another sob breaks through, his arms shaking. His breath hitches when the crop starts to traverse back downward, knowing his respite is coming to an end.

“Or you could eat me out while I watch it,” you muse, circling the crop around his nipple, still sore from an earlier hit. “Stick that clever tongue down my cunt while you listen to yourself falling apart. I’d get two of you at once, god, just imagine how wet I’d be, dripping all over your face. Cum twice as hard too, right on your tongue. Would you like that, hm?”

“Y-yeah…”

“Yeah?” you giggle back at him, so cloyingly sweet it reverses back into mockery. “Well, we can do all of that… all thanks to San.”

San nips at your neck, his hand on your waist squeezing restlessly — but meanwhile, your idly talk has distracted Wooyoung just long enough that the low whistle of the crop swinging down catches him off guard completely once again, his entire body snapping taut at the impact.

“So…” You gently swat at him one more time, the touch almost soothing in comparison, “what do you say, Wooyoungie?”

Wooyoung lets out a feeble sniffle, his cheeks glistening wetly. He mumbles a weak “sorry”.

Carefully, you bring your hand up to cup his jaw, brushing away his tears. “What’s that?”

“S-sorry, San,” Wooyoung says again, his voice a little clearer this time. “Thank y-you for filming me.”

Right away, the riding crop falls forgotten onto the bed, and your now empty hand reaches to touch Wooyoung’s face; so he also knows the crop is gone.

“Fuck, you did so well,” you murmur, pressing a shallow kiss on his lips. “Such a good boy for me.”

You pepper his face with more soft kisses, as gentle as you can; Wooyoung looks close to overwhelmed, and his cock is still nestled between your folds, hard and aching. If not for the cock ring, he likely would’ve had his release long ago. You run soothing fingers through his hair, almost displacing the blindfold. “Wanna cum, my sweet boy?”

“Mhyeah,” he whines shakily, and you smile into another tender kiss.

But when your hands shift away from his face, down his neck and to his shoulders, Wooyoung shakes his head and whines a little louder.

“No, w-wait,” he hiccups, and immediately your fingers are back in his hair, one hand kneading the nape of his neck.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright. I’m here. What do you need, Wooyoung?”

He swallows, his breaths coming easier now that you are soothing him. “Can the blindfold come off?”

“Of course, of course it can,” you say quietly, giving him a little peck on the nose.

You reach for the knot and soon the ivory cloth falls away; Wooyoung’s eyes are bleary and unfocused at first — but they brighten at the sight of you. “There you are,” he croaks, and his wide, relieved smile clenches around your heart.

“Yeah, here I am,” you assure him, a little shaken by the force of his expression. Your own lips curl up in response to his dopey grin. “Can you give me a colour?”

“Green, now I can see you, b-but I can’t…” he mewls, squirming futilely, pushing his hips into yours. “Please, I gotta cum…”

“Fuck,” you groan, running a hand down his flushed chest, brushing against the plethora of red marks. “Don’t worry, my sweet babygirl, I’ll take care of you. Gonna make you feel so good.”

Briefly, your hand swipes through your wet cunt to gather arousal on your fingers, then they firmly wrap around his cock. He is hot and throbbing to the touch, and you don’t make him wait any longer, quickly setting a steady pace.

He keens as he tries to jerk into your hand, eyes squeezing shut and fresh tears brimming on his lashes. San curses from behind you, leaning back so he can catch as much on camera as possible; the slide of your hand, Wooyoung’s wrecked face, and every tremor of his body in-between.

Wooyoung’s mouth falls slack, a tremble in his jaw; his throat is too narrow for the overwhelming pleasure and relief that tries to escape his lungs, moans growing pitchier and more choked as both your hands now work his cock, twisting around the flushed head with every pass.

It does not take long, not now that Wooyoung finally has the stimulation he’s so desperately needed all this time; and when he cums, it is in thick, long spurts that catch on his stomach. You keep up your strokes for a while longer, coaxing more of him to spill out and dribble over your fingers until Wooyoung’s cries die down and he whimpers out a shaky “yellow”, his body perfectly spent.

You slow down right away, monitoring his expression as he softens in your hands. “Need to take the ring off now, okay?” you murmur at him, pressing a kiss on his cheek. “I’ll be gentle, just hang on a little bit, alright? It’s just a moment.”

Wooyoung sniffs tearily but he nods in acknowledgement, and in the background you can hear the click of San closing the camcorder’s viewfinder. You dab a bit of extra lube on the silicone ring, your heart clenching again as Wooyoung bites down a whimper; but then you carefully remove the toy from his overly sensitive cock, and he sags in blissed-out relief.

A comforting warmth ebbs into the bedroom as you help Wooyoung drink some water and San frees his wrists. San moves on to Wooyoung’s legs afterwards, while you take a moment to rub his shoulders, then start to wipe him down.

“So good… made me feel so good,” Wooyoung mumbles sluggishly, lavishing you with the same adoring praise he always gives to San.

A touched giggle bubbles up inside your chest at his affectionate babbling, and you grin while gently patting the sweat off his forehead. “I didn’t take it too far? You were really out of it when I took the blindfold off.”

He shakes his head at you, sighing in relaxation when San frees his legs, starting on massaging his ankles to work his way up. “Nah, not too far. I just… just really needed to see you. Wanted to make sure you were still there.”

You can’t quite pin it down, but something about that answer doesn’t sit entirely right with you. In the moment, you didn’t feel like you had distanced yourself too much from him, using talk and touch to stay in contact, but now you second-guess yourself. However, Wooyoung is tiredly giddy in his fatigued post-orgasmic haze, using his newly freed hands to steal touches against your waist and thighs.

“Wanna make you cum too,” he says, an impatient whine lilting into his voice.

You bite down a fond laugh, concerns forgotten. “Wooyoung, you’re exhausted,” you point out, cleaning crusty streaks of cum off his stomach. “Rest up now, alright? You did so well, please take it easy for me. I’m more than satisfied, I promise.”

It’s the honest truth; even if you didn’t cum, the experience was beyond your expectations. You’re certain you won’t even need the video to recall every moment in vivid detail, and it will fuel many a self-care session in the future.

But Wooyoung is not satisfied, grumbly as he tries to cling to you, even if his every move is sluggish and heavy with tiredness.

“Woo…” you sigh in affectionate exasperation, trying to get him to settle back down. Sure, some days Wooyoung bounces back remarkably fast, but this is clearly not one of those days; he is worn out.

San watches it all with an amused grin, like he is completely unsurprised by Wooyoung’s antics. “Hey Woo,” he says after a moment, when he’s decided you have ‘suffered’ enough, “how about we agree on a compromise?”

Wooyoung’s eyes snap to San, then they wander downward with a longing glance at the still-present bulge in San’s jeans, like he’d rather handle that one personally too. “‘M listening…”

“How about you tell me what you’d like to do, and I’ll do it for you? Make her cum just the way you want,” San says, quirking up an eyebrow. He turns to you with a questioning glance, silently checking in.

A hungry curiosity instantly stirs between your thighs, heat sparking; for San to act on Wooyoung’s instructions? You’ve explored plenty of different dynamics in the bedroom, but never this particular one. It’s a significant contrast to the scene from before, but the more you think about it… An interest is definitely stirring in your body.

Wooyoung’s first instinct is to push back — but his stubborn expression turns thoughtful as the full implications of San’s suggestion sink in. “…Can I film you then?” he asks, licking his lips.

Again, San turns to you in silent question. By means of answering, you pick up the camcorder and make a show of inspecting it, brushing off some imaginary dust, then you hand the camera over to Wooyoung. “Go for it,” you tell him with a teasing grin, “go and show San the difference between a novice and a pro.”

“Hey—”

San pouts at you, but Wooyoung is getting eager now, fully onboard with this turn of events. “What about those?” he asks, gesturing at the unused sex toys lying on the side.

You and San both look them over, and after a moment of honest consideration you veto the ball gag and push it off to the side. “Not that one,” you say; you’re already a little tired from the scene with Wooyoung, nowhere near as exhausted as he is, but enough that you don’t need things to get that intense.

“That’s fine,” Wooyoung says, shaking his head. “Not what I was thinking of anyway. Wanna hear you properly.”

“What are you thinking of?” San asks, his hand idly running up your thigh. “What do you want me to do for you?”

A sharp glint flashes in Wooyoung’s eyes. “First, I wanna eat her out.”

You swallow down an immediate moan. “Wow, now there’s a shocker,” you try to joke, but yelp when San pinches your side, biting his lip at you.

“What, like you aren’t as hungry to grind on that nose as he is to drown himself in that sweet cunt?” San says, quirking his eyebrows. “Don’t pretend you don’t love what a slut for pussy our Wooyoungie is.”

“What can I say?” Wooyoung says with a shameless and crooked smile as he fiddles with the camera. “I know what I like.” His tired eyes twinkle at you, his voice lined with an excited rasp.

The atmosphere rapidly turns into an odd mix of intimate and almost a bit sleazy. Wooyoung directs you and San like it’s his own private little porn set; still lethargic but there is a slight bounce to his energy now, enraptured by the prospect of instructing San to have his way with you, and catching all of it on camera.

It does not take much for you to shift out of your earlier dominant mindset, content to let Wooyoung order you into the position he wants. He also makes himself comfortable, sitting cross-legged against the headboard. He only barely tolerates his boyfriend putting a robe around his shoulders to keep warm, impatiently pushing a pillow into San’s hands and ushering him to get on his knees.

(He does not close the robe, giving you perfect view of the slowly fading red marks scattered across his chest, and a few faint abrasions on his legs from the ropes.)

Wooyoung shakes his head with a “not yet” when San reaches for the button of his jeans; he wants to get that on camera. San pouts at his boyfriend, like he’s contemplating whether he regrets giving Wooyoung so much control over him — but Wooyoung grins and promises he intends for San to get his dick plenty wet tonight.

You clench at that promise, an impatient twitch fluttering in your cunt. You’re simply waiting now; lying on your back across the bed with one leg dangling off the side, the other propped up. Wooyoung is close enough that you can touch him if you reach out; and so you do, running a teasing hand over his ankle in the hopes of speeding this along.

“Anything else, Director-nim?” San asks, only half-joking.

Wooyoung shakes his head. “Nah, just do what you do,” he says, but then he pauses in thought. “Just… make her loud. Make her beg for it.”

“Fuck,” you whine, fully sinking into a submissive state. You can’t help but squirm at the way he does not even bother to give you further instructions; all he wants are your body’s natural responses, to witness how San dutifully breaks you down into a ruined mess.

Wooyoung’s hands are a little shaky as he flips open the camcorder’s viewfinder, pointing the lens straight at you. His grin is downright lecherous, eager to see his vision brought to life.

You shudder at the camera’s attention; earlier, San only caught your voice and glimpses of your appearance, but Wooyoung has you blatantly on display, the main subject of his perverted little movie project. San kneels down in front of you, a mischievous curve at his lips as he rubs a large, warm hand up and down your side, kneading at the soft meat of your waist. His dark eyes pierce into yours, airy puffs of breath falling on your drenched cunt.

You moan and try to arch up to meet him, but San pushes you back down with a firm hand. He looks to Wooyoung with silent intensity, obedience burning in his eyes.

Slowly, Wooyoung pans the camera across the length of your body, down to San who sits in wait. “Yeah, I like that,” Wooyoung murmurs, something catching in his throat. “Go on, get a taste for me, will you?”

San’s cool breaths are replaced with wet heat as he delves in with a quiet groan, using two fingers to part your folds to his obliging lips. His mouth suctions around your clit, his tongue flicking out almost testingly.

Gentle pressure coils inside you, your fingers scraping at the sheets as San picks up a slow but insistent rhythm that has you rocking into his mouth.

“No, no, let her,” Wooyoung rasps when San pins your hips again to hold you still. “Let her take what she needs.” A silent “for now” goes unspoken. “Fuck, I want to bury my face in that eager pussy, look at that fucking slick.”

San makes a pliant noise, immediately burrowing deeper as he presses harder into your cunt. He hooks your knee over his shoulders, making a point of squeezing at your ass as he pulls you impossibly closer against his mouth, all in accordance to Wooyoung’s wishes.

The energy between them is hard to pin down; maybe it’s Wooyoung’s lingering exhaustion, but it’s not like he aggressively bosses San around. San is the willing conduit of Wooyoung’s desires, responsive to even the faintest suggestion, and Wooyoung respects that willingness by not lording his power over San to get his way — it’s not like he has to, anyway.

Because once San gives his singular focus to something, he gives it everything. You can just barely see the faint, pretty flush that creeps over his face as he eats you out with noisy slurps, catching your arousal with broad, urgent swipes of his tongue. Soon enough he has you writhing against him with strangled whines, fucking his face with rapidly escalating desperation, your hands flinging down to tangle in his dark hair.

Wooyoung makes a noise of protest, quickly prying away your hand on the side that blocks his camera’s view — but instead of letting go, his fingers wrap tightly around yours, pressing your entwined hands against the bed.

“Careful, Sannie,” Wooyoung groans, his eyes constantly darting between the viewfinder and the real thing, unfolding right in front of him. “Not too quick. Savour everything she gives us, won’t you?”

San does just so, his fingers digging into your waist and ass to forcibly slow your rut down. A low growl slips past his lips, shiny with your essence, while he drinks deep with a rich hunger that holds its own in comparison to Wooyoung’s. Obscene squelches drift through the bedroom along with your pitiful whimpers, both caught by Wooyoung’s camera for prosperity.

Your mind starts to get hazy, coated in the intensity of San’s fingers digging so hard into your ass that you anticipate bruises, his mouth back at sucking on your clit to coax more slick from your trembling body.

This is a somewhat rare occasion; San does not actually give you head all that often. It’s not that San has no taste for it, it just happens to turn out that way when Wooyoung loves having his face used by you, you love using him, and San loves to facilitate that usage.

However, now San fully throws himself in this opportunity, groaning indulgently against your throbbing cunt as you drench his face with your tangy arousal. His vigorous attentiveness to your pleasure more than compensates for a lack of practice. Obediently he carries out Wooyoung’s instructions; not too quick, careful to extract as much out of your body as he can without allowing you to come undone on his tongue — but after your scene with Wooyoung, you have no energy left for dignity.

“P-please, Wooyoungie, wanna cum,” you whine, tugging at his hand as you turn your head to face him. A fresh jolt sears through your abdomen when you see the camcorder is pointed right at you again, documenting every second of your descend into mindless desperation, frame by frame. You only whine louder, convulsing against San’s hold as pleas tumble past your lips in a shameless appeal to Wooyoung’s mercy.

Wooyoung squeezes your hand, grin widening in delight at the footage you are providing him. “Good girl,” he hums, “making such pretty faces for the camera. Can’t wait to show you… You gonna watch this video too when I eat you out for real? Make a double feature out of it, starring you and me and our hard-working Sannie here.”

San groans at the praise, the vibrations rippling through your oversensitive cunt.

“Y-yeah, fuck please, please, let me cum…” you sob, your nails digging into Wooyoung’s hand. “So close, ‘m so close—”

Wooyoung huffs a quiet laugh. “What, you wanna cum while San hasn’t even had his cock touched yet?” he jeers. “Does that sound right to you, baby?”

With every mention of his name, San gets sloppier, his breaths shuddering as he laps at you with messy passes of his tongue. You sob when his teeth graze against your clit, and you pull roughly at his hair in a futile attempt to get San on top of you and immediately rectify the problem of him not having his cock touched. He grunts at the force of your grip, eyes rolling to the back of his head; but without an instruction from Wooyoung to move, San refuses to budge.

“Ahh, don’t worry baby, I’m just teasing,” Wooyoung giggles at your despair. “Can’t wait to see you fall to pieces for me. Look at you, you’re tearing up already… Gonna be such a mess when you cum, aren’t you? Just… one thing first. San?”

Wooyoung pans the camera over just as San pulls back, his face glossy from nose to chin, cheeks flushed. He is panting hard, with mussed-up hair and shaky eyes.

“You still good to go, Sannie?” Wooyoung asks, gentle concern woven into the question. “We’re almost there, alright?”

With decadent swipes of his tongue, San licks your juices off his lips, a renewed clarity kindling to life in his eyes at the sound of Wooyoung’s voice. “Yeah,” he says hoarsely. “What do you need? Tell me.” San grounds out the words like he is the one handing out commands now, and Wooyoung is quick to obey.

You whine when Wooyoung lets go of your hand to grab at the ignored toys — but you quiet down when you see what Wooyoung has picked. San’s grin is all teeth when he realises where Wooyoung plans to go with this.

“You really want to see her ruined today, hm?” San hums approvingly as he inspects the buttplug that Wooyoung just handed to him, along with the lube. “What do you say, baby? Gonna let me stuff both of your pretty holes for Wooyoungie?”

Not trusting your voice, you make a weak noise and tilt up your hips, angling your ass to San for better access. The gesture is met by a pleased groan from Wooyoung, and a blazing look from San as he hones in on your tight hole, perfectly on display for him.

You wiggle in anticipation as he squeezes at your asscheek and spreads you a little wider — so it is a surprise when San takes your hand to lube up your fingers first. “Be a good girl and get that pussy ready for me while I take care of the rest, alright?” he says, thoroughly coating your fingers with a slow, squelching slide.

“Y-yes San,” you say, the words barely making it past your throat.

San kisses the tip of your fingers and then guides your hand down, where you easily slip inside your soaked cunt with a lewd noise. You groan at the satisfying stretch, and soon enough a combination of lube, arousal and remnants of San’s saliva dribbles down to where San rubs his own slicked up finger around the sensitive rim of your other hole.

“Breaths, deep breaths,” San soothes you when he pushes inside, and you gasp out a shuddered moan at the pressure but manage to stay relaxed; the training you’ve been doing with San and Wooyoung is paying off. Still, San takes his time, slowly thrusting in and out a few times before he adds another, his mouth plying your inner thigh with gentle attention. You whine when you feel his fingers move against your own, hips moving on pure instinct to seek out more.

It’s not long before San decides you’re ready; the plug is not quite as thick as his cock, but still you pant at how it fills you up next to the three fingers in your cunt. You moan impatiently, antsy to have those fingers replaced by something far more satisfying. San chuckles fondly at your eagerness, his slick hand affectionately patting your ass as he stands up to his full height. Your breath hitches how his imposing frame towers over you, his hand squeezing at his crotch. Even through San’s rigid jeans, the outline of his hard cock is obscenely obvious.

“Slowly, take it off slowly,” Wooyoung groans hoarsely. “Let me get a good shot of that, fuck.”

Despite the strain he must feel, San gives Wooyoung and the camera a cocky grin, never one to pass up on an opportunity to put on a little performance.

He undoes the top button of his jeans, then tugs down the zipper one-handedly, simultaneously sliding his lubed hand up over his chest. The lube leaves a glistening trail right between the swell of San’s tits, all the way up to his neck where his fingers rest on his throat, thumb hooked underneath his chin. With heavy-lidded eyes, he tilts his head back just slightly, swollen lips parted.

Like that, San tugs his underwear and jeans down enough for his cock to spring free and slap wetly against his stomach, an angry flush at the leaking tip. Satisfaction flashes in his eyes when you let out a hungry moan, while Wooyoung bites down a heated swear.

Now that Wooyoung has the footage he wants, San unceremoniously shucks his clothing off the rest of the way. Despite knowing what will come next, your breath still catches when San clambers onto the bed, his heat bearing down on you as he crouches over your wired body.

You scramble back with him to lay fully on the bed, your movements made clumsy by urgency. It doesn’t help how San is already onto you, mouthing at your neck, grabbing at your plush thighs as his cock presses against your stomach. He groans unabashedly against your throat, nipping at the delicate skin.

Sparks surge through your veins as his cock slides through your slicked folds, and you can’t fucking wait to have him inside you, feeling oddly full and empty all at once with just the plug and no fingers, no cock, no nothing in your aching cunt. An injustice, as far as you are concerned.

Thankfully, Wooyoung agrees.

“Go on,” he presses, fighting to keep his hands steady. “You can’t wait right? Can’t wait to finally sink your cock inside that wet, willing heat. Always takes you so well, doesn’t she? Clamping around your thick cock like she never wants to be empty ever again.”

You whimper, arching up into San as Wooyoung rattles on — and San is as obliging as he has been all night, grunting tightly as he parts your lower lips and buries himself with one smooth thrust, pelvis meeting pelvis as he bottoms out with a loud grunt.

“Fuck, fuck, San—” you pant, scrambling to grab onto him. There is no pain, but still an overwhelming pressure of fullness that pushes out all else from your mind, nothing but a glowing thread of pleasure that coils tightly and stretches taut all at once.

Wooyoung gnaws at his lip. “That’s it. Slow,” he demands again, now filming one-handed while he reaches down to leisurely palm at his own hardening cock. “Fuck her slow, like you mean it.”

“I always mean it,” San growls against your neck, his hips jerking roughly forward. But he regains himself, easing into a heady rhythm that has your toes curling into the sheets as you move to meet him. His lips brush against yours, not truly a kiss, only a simple intermingling of breath as he gasps and moans with every sensual roll of his hips. Strong muscles ripple underneath your hands; as much with exertion as with restraint, his nails digging into your waist as he forcibly holds himself back from using his full, immense strength to pound you into the mattress.

Wooyoung’s breath picks up as he watches and slowly jerks himself off, matching pace. “Kiss him,” he moans. “Doing so well for us, don’t you think, baby? Fuck, won’t you kiss him for me, please.”

Eager to show yourself just as obedient as San, you dig your fingers into his hair and pull him in, slotting his mouth over yours proper. San whines as your tongue delves past his lips, flicking against the roof of his mouth before tangling with his, a wet messy glide as saliva builds up and a thin trail spills past your lips, down your chin. Wooyoung captures the sight on camera with a groan, his hand moving quicker.

“Fuck, g-go,” he says, his voice pitchy with need, “f-faster now. Wanna see you cum, both of you, wanna see…” Wooyoung trails off pitifully, hiccuping a small moan as the camera shakes in his hand.

San does not need to be told twice.

You cry out as he pistons into you aggressively, the kiss breaking when teeth nearly collide. Every ruthless slam of his hips reminds your body it’s stuffed from two ends, never completely empty with the plug still snugly fitted in your ass. San drives into you over and over again and the thread of pleasure pulls ever tauter, knots tightening, pressure mounting.

Your head spins from San’s single-minded chase for your mutual breaking point; but you have just enough presence of mind to purposefully turn your face towards the camera, giving Wooyoung perfect view of the tears gathering on your lashes, face contorted with blissful distress. He hisses a sharp breath, dick twitches against his palm.

San takes advantage to bury his face into the exposed crook of your neck where he harshly sucks into the skin, teeth catching with every thrust. Neither of you can last for long; you are too worked up from San prepping and eating you out, San is too worked up from obediently waiting all this time. The bed jostles underneath you as he bucks into your stretched cunt, throbbing walls parting pliantly for him.

It’s San who cums first, moans rising in pitch as his hips stutter — but he gives himself no time to breathe, reaching into thumb at your clit to mercilessly take you with him, and he whimpers loudly when you clamp around him. Your jaw falls slack, the thread unravelling faster than you can grasp, and you fall apart with San still fucking into you, your convulsing body wrenching every last drop of cum from him, draining him empty.

San winds down to a sluggish rut, and your cunt tiredly flutters around the lazy drag of his cock, only slowly letting you come down from your high. You moan weakly, using the last of your strength to move with San, to make sure he comes down slowly right along with you. Hot breaths falls against your neck, his mouth lingering on your skin with tender almost-kisses.

Wooyoung cusses under his breath, and you watch through watery eyes how he angles the camcorder back on himself. He shakily films the slide of his own hand as he cums on his stomach with a throttled moan, almost spilling onto the lens. Wooyoung takes a long moment to catch his breath and let the view linger, then turns the camera off with a tired, satisfied nod.

By now you have fully landed back down on the ground, your body slumping into the bed when San pulls out. Translucent streaks of cum leak out, down your ass and onto the sheets. You’re only vaguely aware of San massaging your thighs, warning you that he’s taking the plug out. You nod numbly, incapable of doing much more right now, and a quiet whine escapes your lips when San eases the toy from your body. The emptiness is almost more uncomfortable than the initial stretch; but it passes quickly, especially when San rubs soothing fingers around the sensitive rim.

Wooyoung puts the camera away and as soon as it’s safely on the nightstand, San pulls at his arm to yank him into a big cuddle pile, wanting the closeness to last for just a moment longer.

The bedroom goes quiet in the exchange of soft touches and murmured praise, limbs so deeply entangled that you’re not sure you can ever extract yourself from their hold. You burrow a little closer into San’s pillowy chest, hug Wooyoung as he clings onto you with an iron grip, and stay in their arms for as long as they’ll let you.

[i-wanna-eat-a-loaf-of-bread]

its been less than 2 weeks since AnB S2 and i already want the og show season 5

WHERE IS IT

ITS BEEN YEARS SINCE SEASON 4 PLEASEE

[xnchxntmxnt]

Detention

Fandom: Stranger Things

Character: Eddie Munson

Warnings: suggestive content, lots of kissing

Notes: before anyone gets too excited im not writng for everyone just this guy. feel free to send requests for him tho im in love with this bastard man <3 anyway what even is this help me /hj

gn (masc leaning) reader

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“(Y/N)...psst, hey, (Y/N).”

“No.”

“What do you mean no?”

“I mean you're the reason we’re stuck here in the first place! So no!” 

“Hey, ain’t my fault Holak’s a pain in everyone’s ass and doesn’t like it when I kiss my favorite person in the hallway.”

“We were not kissing you were making out with me under the stairs, Munson. And now I have detention and it's your fault.”

Eddie Munson, king freak of Hawkins High, dungeon master and ring leader of Hellfire Club, and worst of all your boyfriend flashed his incredibly irritating and adorable smile at you—you looked away to not fall for it, going back to your homework. 

He leaned forward and whispered in your ear, “you weren’t complaining about it before she found us, were you?”

You could just smack him. 

Instead, you decided to tune him out and continue your work. May as well do something productive here, right?

You didn’t look up when the teacher mentioned something about having a meeting to go to and expecting you to behave yourselves, nor did you look up when he left. You, unfortunately, looked up when Eddie took your pencil out of your hand and sat on the desk in front of you. 

“Hey! That’s mine!”

“Come get it, sweetheart.”

There’s that cocky smirk you hate so much from him. 

You stood from your seat, as did he. He held the pencil above and behind his head, so you lunged forward for it. With a bit of laugh, he dropped the pencil and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in tight. Your hand you reached for the pencil with landed on his shoulder in defeat. 

“You’re a prick,” you complained, although you made no effort to pull away. 

“Mhm, yeah, and you hate me so much. Shut up and kiss me already.”

He silenced anything else you planned on saying with a needy kiss. Almost immediately you melted, using your other hand to run through his hair. When you tugged gently, he groaned against your lips, pulling you tighter against him. Without a second thought, he walked you backward into a desk (luckily not the one you’d been sitting at) and you sat on top. His hands traveled down from your waist to your legs, guiding you to wrap them around his waist. 

You pulled away from him, putting a finger over his lips to stop him from following yours. “We shouldn’t be doing this, Ed. We’re screwed if he comes back in.”

“You didn’t seem to be complaining.” 

You groaned in frustration and laid your head against his shoulder. “Eddie Munson, you are such a pain in my ass.” 

“I could be if ya let me.”

“Ed!”

He chuckled, pressing gentle kisses behind your ear and down your neck. You squeezed him tighter with your legs, making him smile into your neck. “I won’t push you, sweetheart. If you really want to go back to your work I’ll leave you alone.”

You pulled back just enough for him to sit up and leaned your head against his. The two of you sat like that for a moment—caged in each other, like nothing else in the world mattered. You brushed your nose against his. “You know I love you, right?” 

He smiled again. “Always.” 

“Then go make sure that door’s locked and we can do whatever you want.”

Immediately, he jumped off of you and danced his way over to the door. He made sure it was locked then practically skipped back over, grabbed your face, and kissed you. 

“Yeah, yeah,” you mumbled when he pulled away. “I love you, too.”

“You’re incredible, you know that?”

“I don’t, tell me more.”

He laughed and kissed you again. With any luck, you’d have 20 minutes before the teacher got back, and Eddie would have his way. Or you’d just leave early because who’s going to stay in detention when no one’s there to know you weren’t there?

i dont have a taglist for stranger things but heres to my fav 80s gays @emswordss & @sdrweb

eddies eyes are so pretty i wanna run my hands through his hair so bad what the FUCK guys.

[ncityavenue]

You confidently asking to top/Dom them (NCT 127)

Ok so I highlighted confidently bc like we ain't on our shy stutter shit over here, TO FREEDOM✊🏾 Alright lemme stfu and get this going💀

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𝙏𝘼𝙀𝙄𝙇

Of course you top, we have to give our old man a break 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 NAH LET ME NOT DO MY BOY TAEIL LIKE DAT DJWIXHSIBWOK IM SORRY YALL THIS SUPPOSE TO BE SERIOUS😭.

He honestly thinks that it's so hot when you just push him down and take control, he gives you that little smile that's like "damn they mine🤭" but for domming he doesn't really care honestly if a night where he's more of the lead then there's that vice versa. Yall relationship is really equal when it comes to sex.

𝙅𝙊𝙃𝙉𝙉𝙔

Ok ik what you're thinking "ain't no way in hell" YES IT WOULD BE PHYSICALLY IMPOSSIBLE TO TOP OR DOM JOHNNY BUT HEAR ME OUT, you kinda try your very hardest to look disinterested in Johnny's dirty talk and him being on top of you all that sweet jazz, and you're surprisingly successful. He's just like "what's wrong baby😕" and then you break it down to him and he's like "OHHHH ALRIGHT GOTCHU" and then he just flips yall over so now you're on top but it's like how do you do the Dom part? Johnny is so good at adapting to something different so when you say the first dominant thing he's just like whimpers and begs and you're like oh shit I was not expecting this🤨.

MISSION COMPLETED.

𝙏𝘼𝙀𝙔𝙊𝙉𝙂

You already are. There's no discussion BEISNCDBSIM😭 I will never accept this man as a Dom or Top or anyone that thinks so /hj. Anyways, Taeyong just gets off on the fact of you taking control he likes that it brings you pleasure as well so it's a winwin (pun intended). He whimpers A L O T which is why most of the time the whole house knows yall fucking because of his whiny ass, it usually leads to you covering his mouth and that makes him even more roughed up bc he loves the control you have over him. I could get real graphic with this but nah lemme save myself today😭😭

𝙔𝙐𝙏𝘼

I just think it would be physically impossible like with johnny but with yuta you will issue the situation and he'll just be like "mhm yeah sure" and then when yall get to it there's no way of you doing it, if that make sense. Like he has control no matter what, you try to say something perhaps Dom and he kinda laughs at you he really be like "you can try better than that, Ik you can. You don't want me declining your orgasm right?" With a smirk. FUCKING EVIL. But honestly he ends up being the Dom at the end of the day, as for topping, he's all for it. No discussion, he like seeing them tits bounce honestly.

𝘿𝙊𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙉𝙂

He's another one that I'm just like it's already established, I see doyoung as a switch but mostly bottom. He thinks it's fair game when it comes to stuff like that and also he gets lazy doing the work so it's ok for you to take over honestly.

𝙅𝘼𝙀𝙃𝙔𝙐𝙉

" I thought you'd never ask." Is the first thing that comes outta his mouth and you're like "so this entire time you wanted me to take over?" He just nods with a smile on his face. Like I feel like if Jaehyun was super needy he's just be like TAKE ME NOW 😩, Especially after dance practice and you're waiting for him to finish and he wants to be clingy he just begs for you and lowkey whines like a child💀

𝙅𝙐𝙉𝙂𝙒𝙊𝙊

SWITCH. I think he's right in between so you asking you wanna dom/top for the night is second nature to him, I think he would be attracted to people that know what they want and how to get it so if you want him to scream your name and he's rejecting it just so you can get aggressive with it he goes delulu for that.

HE WORSHIPS YOU.

𝙈𝘼𝙍𝙆

Same thing as Taeyong, This man is basically on his knees begging for you to ruin him. It's just in his horny nature, he likes the way you pull his hair or praise him maybe a little degrading. But PRAISING??? He literally can't do anything without some form of praise, he may act like he doesn't but he does cause even if yall not even having sex or any sorta sexual activity you can be like "You're so good at this Mark" with your calm voice and he's just like "BEOABXUWBWKDBEIAKXOBWHS" on the inside but "Yeah I guess...." on the out. Which makes him so adorable. I COULD GO ON.

𝙃𝘼𝙀𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙉

See cause I was a strong believer of sub haechan and now I'm kinda conflicted (I blame yall for these hard!Dom haechan fanfics fosho) you asking this kinda makes him hot under the collar cause he finds that attractive, Domming him would probably make him even more bratty and annoying but ita alright because you can tame it right? He gets louder which means putting a hand over his mouth because everyone else is sleeping and that sends him over the edge, and he's just like "damn that shit is so hot when you do that" then he get all sentimental n shit😭

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Doyoung's was kinda hard to do because I can never picture doing much sexual things I guess even tho I love him dearly idk he's just one where I never know how to headcanon easily.

BUT ANYWAYS I hope yall enjoyed and this is the end of the BGKSC BYEE BESTIE BOOS 🤗❤

[sips-tea-cutely]

E h e. >:))

Chuuya and Diluc with a sick s/o?? bc girlie I got COVID

Chuuya with a sick s/o

a/n: tagging is so exhausting 💔/hj

#Chuuya Nakahara

he caught you coughing really hard while getting dressed and FORCED you to stay home. don’t even fight it tbh, he already called in sick for the both of you so you have no choice…

while on the phone with mori, the doctor suggested that you might’ve caught something after Q dragged you over to a playground (PS: now, chuuya’s never letting Q go anywhere with you)

he hates seeing you feel so miserable so he decided that the best thing to do was intimidate the mafia’s best physician into checking in on you (he made him sleep in a guest bedroom in case your condition worsens) so romantic~ <3

makes you porridge with rousong! koyo suggested it since you’re probably not in the mood to eat anything so heavy

chuuyas uhh… really inexperienced with getting sick; being practically raised in a lab not to mention, living on the streets in his adolescence, his immune system is stronger than most humans. he really does want you to get better so if you won’t tell him what you need right now, he will doing things his way.

makes you sleep all the time… i wouldnt be surprised if he made you sleep for a whole day..

“chuu, im not tired anymore…”

“c’mon, babe, you’ve gotta sleep the fever off so that you’ll be all better. here, just let me brush your hair, that’ll put you to sleep.”

he’d coddle you sm when you’re sick!! if you’re not being checked on by the physician and you aren’t napping, chuuya’s rubbing your back while your favorite show plays 🫶

he’d honestly be annoyed if you’d wake up at say, 3AM unless it’s an emergency. THOUGH, he knows you aren’t feeling well, soooo he lets it slide~

“dear, please— not even that mackerel is awake at this hour, get some more rest…” he says before dozing off again

he’d lowkey beg you to take the meds you’re given… not in a needy type, more like a “please, it’s just a pill, just drink some water and swallow, alright?” it’s for your well-being <333

thinks you’re so cute with your face mask as you rest on his chest, it reminds him of how much he truly cares for you and that moments like these— domestic love, is what makes loving you so worth it (even if you’re difficult to deal with)

[necros-writing-stuff]

you posted about daddy bailey and his teaching his kid a lesson in the server and i would love to hear ur expansion on it 👀👀 pls necro im starving/hj

I gotchu Milky, no problem at all. Kept PC gender neutral, and it gets a teensy bit angsty. Some spanking, too. And PC attempts somno but gets nowhere.

So the thing that inspired it was a gif I found of a dude forcefully pushing his partner down into face-down-ass-up while he was taking off his belt. It gave me Bailey vibes.

Then I had the big thought of daddy Bailey putting his bratty little kid in their place.

Now, he usually just leaves you be. Leaves you to be a fucking pain in his ass, never acknowledging you at all. Because Bailey knows the only reason why you act out is to get his attention.

He's been busy your whole life. Just you and him, no mom, so he had left you in the hands of sitters, or when you got older, expected you to just take care of yourself. All the while he'll be at the orphanage, taking care of kids that aren't even his. So of course, you have to get his attention.

It had started with some vandalism, underage drinking, dressing in promiscuous ways. His response? Warning you to be fucking careful. No yelling, no telling you to change or stop. Just "Watch out kid."

So you had to turn it up a bit. Setting the paper in bins on fire when your teachers would leave. Using a stapler on your friend's back (with their consent, of course, but their mother still yells at you for it).

Despite the way you dress, you never do more than oral with others. It doesn't feel right. You never know why, until you come home to see daddy dearest passed out in his bed. And his shirt is riding up his stomach, showing off the lean muscles there.

There's a stirring. A hotness to your cheeks. Clamminess to your hands. Why should you deny yourself it? Why would you ever stop? He ignores you every hour of every day, but if you climb on top of him and use his to get rid of your virginity? Well, he can't ignore that.

Determined to just get something out of him, you strip. The mattress creeks under your weight, the old thing having springs that dig into your palms as you crawl up and onto your father's hips. He doesn't wake, perfectly still as you look him up and down. The tattoos that peak from under his clothes are ones you used to trace over as a kid when he'd let you sleep in his bed. The shadow of stubble he has is ever present, even after he's shaved. And so are the dark circles under his eyes from how little rest he truly gets.

You don't look like him much, he claims. Says you look like your ma, whoever she was. And he fucked her, so he should find you attractive. Attractive enough to look over the incest part is unlikely, but it's a risk you want to take. Just anything to get some approval, for once in your life.

Reaching out, you grasp his belt, using your thumb to start threading the loop back through the buckle. Just as you're about to pull the pin through the hole, a hand grasps your neck.

Everything stops. The room is silent, your chest seizes up and you can't seem to work up the confidence to look your now-awake father in the eyes.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he spits, anger and disbelief colouring his words.

When you only splutter in response, he throws you backwards. Your back hits the floor, making you feel winded for a second as you scramble away. Bailey stands, grasping you by the hair and forcing you to look up into his eyes as he bends over you.

"I'm going to pretend this didn't happen. You're going to your room, and you're going to fucking think about this and get over yourself. I don't understand how I raised such a needy little freak."

With that, he parades you out of his room by your hair, shoving you into the hallway and slamming the door shut behind you. Alone on the floor, your clothes still in his room, you let yourself crawl to your room, hiding under your blankets when you get there as the shame and regret end up filling your chest.

He was right. You'd gone way too far. Now he's going to see you as a freak for the rest of your life and never give you that little bit of love you want.

You're not aware of your dear dad in the next room over sifting through your clothes. Completely unaware that he finds your underwear, considers it for a few seconds, and then presses the material to his nose as he finishes undoing his belt. He can hear you sobbing. He likes the sound. So he props himself up against his headboard, quietly jacking off while listening to you ever quietening cries.

Poor thing. He keeps you away because he doesn't want you getting hurt. But he can't exactly explain that to you without you stubbornly insisting you'll be fine. And even if he did think his baby was the best looking person he's ever seen, so much so that he's got off to the thought of them several times, your misplaced lust towards him was only a product of your need for affection. You'd get over it soon.

At least, that's what he thinks. And you honestly did try to. Until you found your underwear in the laundry basket with fucking cumstains on them. That lying sack of shit. Kicking you out, hurting you while he uses you to finish anyways. You have to get him back. You're petty, it's something you got from him.

So you find yourself in his bed again, as he's away at work, this time working yourself to satisfaction with a dildo. One you like to imagine is Bailey's size. You'd even used a fuck tonne of lube so that this will be as messy as possible, not stopping until your fluids are drenching the sheets and then deciding to take it a little further by leaving your toy in his bed to find. As you leave to go to your own room, you remark on how nice it is to smell like him. Bailey's scent, and your own.

It, coupled by the several orgasms you'd pushed yourself through, send you straight to sleep. No dreams, no nightmares, just a deep and peaceful sleep where nothing is wrong and every muscles feels heavy. It's a loud bang that pulls you away from the rest. Daddy's back.

The bang was your door hitting the wall as Bailey barges in, nothing but fury in his eyes as he makes his way over to your bed.

"You think you're fucking funny? Is that it, you little shit? You think you're playing games?"

All of this is said as he makes his way to you, but you're not all that scared. You can see that tent in his pants, can hear how the words lack the bite they have when he's really angry.

Rolling over onto your front, you get up on your hands and knees, presenting your hole for him to see, no shame as you wiggle your hips and sigh wistfully.

Bailey grabs your hair again, this time with his other on your waist, pushing you down so that your face is smushed into your sheets but your ass is still high and ready to be taken.

"Hurry up," you whimper as he fumbles with his belt, receiving a smack on your ass in response.

Bailey huffs, pulling down his pants and underwear just enough to get his cock out. It's thicker than you'd thought it would be. It makes your insides tingle in anticipation.

Leaning over you, one hand on the back of your neck while the free one lines him up with your hole, Bailey closes his eyes and hisses as he sinks in. All of that playing with yourself made it easy to do so, even if you were a little dry.

There's no waiting, no adjusting, just a brutal fucking at mach-20 speed as your finger nails dig into and almost rip your sheets.

"Take it like the good whore you are," Bailey spits, eyes fixated on your own. Yours aren't focused on anything, completely glazed over and rolling back from his battering of your poor little hole.

Even with all of the sex toys you own, none of it compares to the real thing. None of it can replicate that heat that you feel coming from your dad's body, nor the grunts he lets out. Your wrists get tired from fucking yourself this hard all too quickly, but daddy's hips don't stop.

This is all you want. His undivided attention on you for more than five seconds. Him making you feel good, him just taking care of you. He's doing all of that right now. He's giving you exactly what he'd denied you for so, so long.

Your wrists are snatched and pulled behind your back, making it so that your face takes the brunt of Bailey's thrusts. His leather belt snakes around your wrists, binding them tightly together.

"Stop looking so happy, this is meant to be a punishment," Bailey growls, again smacking your ass, only harder than before. Jokes on him, you love the stinging pain. You love how he'll leave hand-shaped bruises on your skin.

Slowing his pace, Bailey spanks you with a rhythm. Thrust in, thrust out, spank. Thrust in, thrust out, spank. The hammering of his dick may be slower, but he's pounding harder than before. That familiar pressure in your gut grows, that tenseness of your muscles reaches almost painful.

It's when he leans over to whisper in your ear that you take him so well; that you take him like you're made to be his personal little cocksleeve, that makes you cum. Now you're making a mess of your own bed, calling out for your dear dad to hurry up and finish inside of you. You need it, you need to know what it feels like.

He obliges not a few minutes after, biting into the skin of your back as his cock jerks inside of you, hot spurts of seed ending up dribbling down your thighs and joining your own liquids.

Bailey swallows hard as he lets you go. Watches you wiggle around to get comfy, your wrists still behind your back. He should have more control than he did just then. He should have kept to himself and never even acknowledged the stunt you'd pulled. Too fucking late now.

"Daddy? Can you get my wrists?"

Are you making your voice higher on purpose? Making yourself sound small and weak so that he'll coddle you?

Fuck you because it works. He's energised from the sex and wants to actually take care of you for some reason. He never has, has he? Never looked after his little one properly. You're not little anymore. You're an adult, about to graduate and likely get a job or go to uni. He's missed so much.

"Yeah, I've got you."

With steady hands, Bailey frees you from his belt, laying down beside you as you snuggle into his side with a content sigh. He hands you your water bottle when you ask, smiles at you jabbing his side when he steals a sip.

So much lost time. He'll have to make up for it now, he supposes.

[darlingpwease]

ahh!!! you are right.... honestly, the more dom the man looks the more likely he is to be the most submissive slave / brat for you. either way; every fictional man is to be a sub. i forget myself (-0-メ) /j

and ahjdnwnd yuuta is.... large. my boye is 180cm! i am shorter than him by a good 10 cm, there isn't much i can do =͟͟͞͞( •̀д•́))) but a forced size kink? perhaps? make him kneel before you, those large hands of his resting all trembling and unsure on your knees on what to do to please you as large blots of tears dangle off his lashes-- all the more when you tug his hair to make him look you in the eye, so small and pathetic. right then, it's almost inevitable he'll start to whimper from both pain and pleasure; what a great lure to mess his face up with even more than his tears <3 <3

and strength imbalance kink?? he's the high up in the power ranks; how could he be forced into submission so easily, like as if he couldn't simply overpower you? but god, id be lying if i said his faux struggle wasn't kind of hot, yannow? (⭒ ์ ⲳ ์ )

it's quite unlikely you're genuinely stronger than he-- so really, all his mindless devotion to you is just a byproduct of his affection towards you. and his inherent shyness, he's so anxious in effort to make you happy with him, he's just free game for you <333

also? you were so right for that breeding thing. why is your brain so big, love???

i definitely think he'd be the type to blabber the dirtiest shit with the most debauched expression ever when you vociferously fill him up-- and still be unable to even daaare to utter..... sex when he tries to communicate what he wants when he's needy

and honestly?? i think having the amalgamation of your.... best friend, or whatever is left of her, constantly linger around you and forcibly make you self isolate would make you varying degrees of needy. i mean it in an every day mandatory thing; you miss one day and he's already getting far too frustrated-- but i think his life hasn't really built him up to try and even communicate his pathetic desires with you, so he tries to let you know in petty and.... perverted manners.

your stash of underwear suddenly dwindles after you miss a day of satiating him and the next it returns, all too wet and reminiscent of baby boy yuuta's scent-- because he totes wasn't using it to jack off in place of you and trying to notify you before he dies of embarrassment. risque pictures of him? definitely start to pile up recently in your gallery, you start feeling a presence eyeing you when you bath, and the next time you see your pretty boy he starts flaming up when you speak to him and remotely touch him-- has him rubbing his thighs again in an attempt to attract your attention, before he makes a desperate fool out of himself infront of everyone for you.

it's just the terms and conditions from having a clingy and devoting partner, 'kay? he's selfless, but he's also a little obsessive. maybe a tad bit too much. it's okay, you can take out your frustration on him to ease his own!!!!!! <3

i said breeding and proceeded to talk jackshit about it. i giggle as i verbally vomit in your inbox, im not sorry <3

anyways, don't dare to look me in the eye if you don't think he rambles on about how he's sorry and how much he loves you when you finally stuff him in to the brim. a back-clawer too; he's no longer your dog boy, just your loud kitty boy </3

big brain big brain big brain!!! huuuge!!!!! <33333

ahh!!! you are right.... honestly, the more dom the man looks the more likely he is to be the most submissive slave / brat for you. either way; every fictional man is to be a sub. i forget myself (-0-メ) /j

I am glad that your heart is not blinded by heretical words! sometimes you may feel lost, but as long as you remember The First Commandment About Fictional Man, you will not go astray, my love <3 /hj

my dear, the most important thing in these kinks is not reality, but attitude. even if you are 150 centimeters, make the puppy kneel while you are sitting — or standing. you don't have to be strong; after all, you can make him feel 'smaller' by squeezing his cheeks and making him cry a little when you coo how he looking up at you <3

even if he was three times bigger, yuuta would be as pathetic and helpless as a toy in your hands. he will not even think that has at least some power when you continue to tease him — look at him, he is so fragile and allows you to manipulate his feeling and consciousness so easily, knowing that you will not harm him, but you want to do the best you can; this is what you have power, not him <33

good dogboys behave obediently and submissively, accepting everything that is given to them, and he longs to be good for you, even if he does not know at all what he can do other than let you do everything for him <333

it's a separate kind of fun when a stronger sub lets you beat them, even if it's just a silly game and you both know they can easily get out — but they're not, giving you every opportunity to win this 'fight' <3 just press his face to the pillow while biting-kissing his neck, squeezing his hands; even if you are just a person, without any features and powers, this does not mean that you will not be able to... 'assert your dominance'.

if he looks like that, even being much stronger than you, then it's definitely not you who should be worried about it <333

"mindless devotion" ahhhh my brilliant I like the way you call it because it is <3

but goes so well with these low-key obsessive traits,,, I'm glad you were the first to talk about it, because I wasn't sure how comfortable it was for you, but- yuuta would so easily become clingy and dependent. I'm willing to bet that he is so hungry for attention and affection that when you become a couple, he can't help but want to be with you all the time, even if he has no experience and is still too shy, believing that he is imposing </3

yes, of course, you can spend time apart from him, he understands — and then looks at you like a puppy whose owner kicked out on the street;;; but he can't just come up and say he's lonely, because you asked him for space;;;; he's not acting too desperate, is he?.. such thoughts disappear as soon as you come back to him, because yuuta becomes too absorbed in your presence </3

in fact, you are dating two people: yuuta in bed and yuuta out

yessir,,,,, It's definitely him,,,,,,,

yuuta can say such dirty and desperate things when you breed him, forcing to accept you completely, when his legs try to wrap around your hips — but the next day he can't say anything but “mlem” not only because he still needs time to recover, but also because he doesn't know how to tell you about it,,,, usually it's you who initiates the beginning, and it's so embarrassing for him to somehow let you know what he needs, and at the same time not start blushing and stuttering desperately, which is why he just throws this idea.

but yuuta needs to make you understand <3

surely he has already planned all his actions, making guesses what exactly might prompt you to a common thought and further action, where he will only need to agree,,,,,

ajsghsgshsgs he makes everything so explicit and implicit at the same time — you know exactly why your underwear looks like this, but you can't immediately teasingly accuse him, since apart from guesses, you didn't have any evidence, and you both know it,

although if you do tell him about it, he definitely won't deny too much <3

but his body feels so strange when you don't touch it for a long time, and yuuta knows what it's connected with, because jerking off doesn't help at all, he's already used to you and to your touches; he becomes so restless and desperate when you pretend not to understand anything — how quickly he will make do you understand that he is on the verge by pressing your hand to his boner? at what point he asks you to go with him to the side, he needs to tell you something personal?

maybe he looks stupid- and his face is so wet and rosy- because he feels so shamelessly stupid that right now he wants to fall into the ground or hide under a blanket from the outside world- but he can't even budge from being torn between "running away and pretending like nothing happened" or trying to explain to you what he needs </333

pretty boy, too precious for this world,,,,, as long as you are close to him and want him, everything is fine! even if he's so desperate and clingy sometimes, you can always tell him he's pathetic while you fill him up, making him whine while his cute little cock twitches for lack of touch <33

he cries a little, but that's good too, it's just too good, he can't help but cry, and, of course, you understand him, keep fucking him senseless — he looks so adorable, with a wet face full of pleasure, while talking dirty about how amazing it feels, you're so deep.

maybe yuuta needs more attention, — a lot of attention, — but at least you know that it comes from his desperate desire to stay with you forever when he whispers words of love to you while you hug him tightly. he just wants you to be together and never break up, is it really that much?

it's definitely not. of course, he gives everything to you, everything for you, but he can also afford to be selfish, right? it's been so long since he felt so loved and needed, doesn't he deserve to feel like this always? he doesn't need so much, right — just for you to be next to him and always squeeze his hand like that.

he adores you so much <3

i said breeding and proceeded to talk jackshit about it. i giggle as i verbally vomit in your inbox, im not sorry <3

my love, I'm squeamish*- but I'll let you do whatever you want, just because I have a huge soft spot for you and I love you and your diamond brain too much </333

you can do whatever you want <3

* if it's not piss kink of course shdgsjdh giyuu my beloved

anyways, don't dare to look me in the eye if you don't think he rambles on about how he's sorry and how much he loves you when you finally stuff him in to the brim. a back-clawer too; he's no longer your dog boy, just your loud kitty boy </3

my dear do I understand correctly that you are suggesting that I stare into your pretty eyes---

ahshsjshs yuuta doesn't even really realize what he's saying when he's so excited,,,,, apologies, words of love, sobs about how good it feels — he's so loud when he feels good that you may have to silence him <3

he wants to sound like that, but just can't shut up <33 but when he tries to be quieter and you get even rougher, forcing him to give up and whimper about how deep and hot you are <333

he's so breedable gosh I- </333 mild mind break please,,,,, when yuuta is so overwhelmed that he doesn't understand anything except that he needs even more, drooling and trembling in your hands, but convincing you that he needs more- anything- just don't stop </333

your back is just destroyed the next day because he forgot himself — but I'm sure he won't have any difficulty helping you with it, so you can repeat it that night <3