#l. o. l. (laughing out loud)

[yeoldenews]

(source: The Atchison Globe, April 25, 1878.)

[vampmilf]

just had the best shower of my life

[velvetstreets]

I know ur gonna find the best job and it’s gonna be something you actually enjoy 🫶🫶 hang in there girlie ☺️ - 🙈

😭😭 THANK U 🥲

job market actually hates me rn and idk how to adult but 🥲🥲🥲 we live n learn

[skipper1331]

I love you (?) // Alexia Putellas

Love

L-O-V-E

A word with a lot and heavy meaning. It wasn't something you just said randomly every day - maybe some people did, but not Alexia. Love meant a lot to her. She came from a well-educated household where love and solidarity were a priority. Her family meant the world to her, she loved her family.

Football meant a lot to her too, she loved football and the friends she had made through it.

Alexia was known to be stern, someone of few words and someone who chose her words carefully. She’s a known person - it came with the business. So she certainly didn't say the words "I love you" carelessly or to everyone.

The only two people who heard it regularly were her mother and sister. All the other people just knew by her actions and caring nature.

And then there was you.

You had crept into her heart with your shy smiles, big grin and addicting laugh.

She wasn’t sure at first if she should ask you out - it took a lot of convincing (thanks to Mapi) to do so.

It surprised her when you agreed but it was obvious to anyone in the Barcelona squad - she was head over heels for you while you also were totally smitten for the captain.

Fast forward, 6 months into your relationship the words "I love you" lingered in the back of Alexia‘s mind. She hadn‘t said those words yet, neither had you.

You knew Alexia was careful and shy, sometimes even scared - it took awhile to break her walls down, so you respected her pace. The feelings also new for you.

The pace was perfect for both of you, nothing rushed or hasty.

But as the days went by, Alexia‘s feelings grew stronger and stronger. At night she thought she‘d explode at some point because she didn’t express herself to anyone.

The words were on the tip of her tongue, all day, everyday.

She wanted to say them.

She really did.

But it was a big step in your relationship. Would you say it back? Did you even feel the same way? What if not?

You meant a lot to her, she didn’t want to ruin anything - everything she had with you was so so special and precious, innocent even.

At the perfect moments, she remained silent, as she had so many times before. It wasn't just an "I love you" it was so much more. Love didn't even come close to what she felt yet it was the closest thing to describe what she felt when she was with you. It was weird.

It was chaotic in her head, her thoughts not organized or structured. It annoyed her. Order was very important to her, especially in her head - after all, that and her talent had made her the best football player in the world. So she didn't like the fact that there was now a lot of chaos.

Normally, she would have talked to you about it, but since it involved you, she couldn't do that.

A different solution had to be found as quickly as possible.

In the next few days, she asked herself what to do. Who could she confide in?

1. you

2. Mami (+ Alba)

3. Alba (+Mami)

4. Mapi

That was the list of people she could always talk to, even if it was often difficult for her - like now.

And that‘s when it hit her.

If she could tell her mother, sister and best friend that she loved you, she could tell you too.

Step by step.

telling her mother

Alexia stood in the kitchen with her mother, preparing dinner while Alba and you set the table. Ale‘s eyes lingered on you, a love sick smile plastered on her face, eyes screaming hearts. She loved the bond you had with her sister. Alba often joked that you were also her sister, which in the future you definitely would be as her sister in law.

The older Putellas watched the scene in front of her, her heart bursting at every laugh she heard. You fit in perfectly with her family - everything was so harmonious, loving and caring, almost too perfect to be true - the most important people united.

Deep breaths, "I love her" she admitted to her mother. It was the first time ever she said that out loud. Her cheeks were bright red.

She didn’t look at her mother, neither at you because suddenly the vegetables in her hands were very interesting.

"Oh, I know" Eli chuckled, the footballer dropping the knife and turning towards her mother.

"You know?"

"I can see it in your eyes"

her sister

The Putellas sisters sat in their local coffee shop for their weekly catch up. Since their teenage years they had the tradition to at least sit together for a coffee once a week. Sometimes it was just for 5 minutes, sometimes for hours, sometimes early in the morning, sometimes in the evening, depending on the schedule.

"Ale, are you listening?" Alba waved her hand in front of her sisters face.

"Que? Lo siento, what did you say?" she stated, her mind had drifted back to you.

Alexia knew you were waiting in her apartment, probably still on the couch where she had left you with a kiss. Or maybe you were in the kitchen? Getting a snack? Or in bedroom reading a book?

I love you

"Thinking about your girlfriend, hm?" the younger Putellas raised a brow while taking a sip of her coffee.

"Sí, lo siento. Please tell me again what you were saying?"

Alba started once again but quickly realized that her sisters mind was somewhere else.

"Come on, Alexia. What‘s going on?" this time Alba flicked the footballers nose to get her attention, "absent again" she explained when the midfielder grumbled confused at her little sister.

"What‘s on your mind?"

"I love her"

"okay…?"

Alexia furrowed her brows, "I love her" repeating her words.

"okay…? I know" Alba repeated her words as well, questioning what the problem was.

"You know too?"

"hermana, you talk about her all the time, like non-stop" she laughed, "it‘s quite obvious that you love her"

telling Mapi

Just a few hours ago, the team had won the champions league trophy - it felt euphoric, everybody high on the adrenaline and joy.

Mapi and Ale watched Ingrid and you dancing on the dance floor, medals around your necks, singing to the song that‘s blasting through the club.

"I‘ve never seen you so happy" Mapi stated as Alexia took a sip of her drink, her own medal still around her neck.

"I love her"

"Oh, I know"

"why does everyone know this?" Alexia furrowed her brows, a frown displayed on her features.

Mapi laughed at her friend, throwing an arm around her shoulder.

"Ale, seriously? You look at her like she hung the moon. You talk about her all the time. You follow her around like a lost puppy. You sulk the whole day when she‘s not there. You beam from ear to ear when she‘s holding your hand. You-"

Alexia cut her off with a hand covering her mouth, "I get it!" her cheeks crimson red as she shied away from the defender as soon as she had stopped talking.

"You‘re the same way with her, like I’m with Ingrid. We‘re both lucky to have such sweethearts in our life. So, don‘t fuck it up"

"Don’t mess up either" Alexia laughed. Mapi was absolutely right: The captain was head over heels for you, totally smitten and unconditionally in love with you. She had never been so happy before - with you, she felt lightheaded and free, something that was rare in the life of a professional athlete.

She loved you.

And was so thankful to have you in her life - being able to call you hers, hers only.

"I wouldn’t dream of it" Mapi agreed, feeling the exact same about Ingrid, raising her drink.

"Salud"

telling you

"Amor!" Alexia belly laughed, running after you as had thrown multiple paper balls at her to get her attention, her attention too focused on the tv. You ran around her apartment, the girl close behind, almost catching you in the kitchen.

Though, she did caught you in the bedroom, where she quickly wrapped her arms around your middle and tackled you onto the bed.

"Amor, that wasn‘t very nice of you" she stated firmly yet you could see the smile she was trying to hide.

"I was only concerned about your well-being!" you defended yourself, trying to wiggle out out of Alexia’s grasp which Alexia denied as she straddled your waist, pinning your arms down. "I was afraid that the wrinkle on between your brows would stay permanent if you had kept that look on your face any longer" you stated innocently - the same expression plastering her face once again, causing you to laugh.

"Laughing at me, hm, amor" her fingers slid along your arms before they suddenly started to tickle you.

The room was filled with laughter, yours (which was music for Alexia‘s ears) and her own.

"I give up! I give up!"

"You shouldn’t mess with me" the midfielder giggled.

Silence followed, both of you staring in each others eyes with so much love and adoration.

Slowly, Alexia leaned forward, her hands cupping your cheeks while your hands rested on Alexia’s thighs as you met in the middle.

Both of your minds went blank as you kissed one another, hearts racing, skin tingling, cheeks burning.

Pulling back, Ale still had her eyes closed, taking in and appreciating the moment.

"I love you"

it was whispered yet loud and clear.

The midfielder looked at you - the way your face lit up, smile wider than she‘d ever seen before, eyes full of happiness looking at her.

"I love you too"

The older girl matched your expression, hardly hiding her emotions.

"Say it again, por favor"

You happily did, "I love you, Alexia."

Sighing contently, she leaned her forehead against yours, "again, por favor" and that‘s what you did, your girlfriend repeating your words each time.

Because she really did love you.

Ps. She had practiced it more often than she liked to admit in front of the mirror.

"I love you"

"I love you"

"I love you"

"I love you"

"I love you“

Because practice makes the best, right?

[glamourscat]

heyy, would you possibly do dick and / or jason nsfw alphabets??👀

JASON TODD NSFW ALPHABET

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Aftercare with Jason is perhaps even more intense than sex. It’s quiet at the start, his hand is reaching for you. Gently caressing your hip, then your belly and your stomach. Soaking in the quietness of the moment as you calm down from the adrenaline of the moment. His caresses would turn into soft kisses and mutual praises, perhaps a warm bubble bath too.

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

I would say for his thighs. Despite having a complicated relationship with and what his body has turned into, I think, he would truly enjoy his thighs. Especially seeing you riding them.

On his partner, everything. No, I am not exaggerating. He is the type to lose absolutely all. I do believe he has an aesthetic attraction more prone towards muscular and plus size individuals. Belly, thighs, boobs you name it. He is on it lol

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

I truly believe he has a breeding kink and i have nothing else to add

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

…. Hear me out… pegging. LISTEN, I feel when he truly has found his partner all barriers come down. There's nothing more he wants than to be in love and to share his love equally back. He wants to feel safe and once he is secure enough rest assured he won't be shy with his needs and wants. PLS his pretty noises while his eyes roll back? Praising him? Damn it

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

Not very experienced but is an eager and fast learner 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Good old missionary but especially a fan of cowgirl and doggy

G = Goofy (are they more serious at the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Not at first. The first few times, and a while after that, he will be pretty serious. Maybe even intense for how emotional the moment is. But as time goes by he would soften up, not to crack jokes, but a few giggles and laughs would for sure come through

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I would say he has some hair. I hc that after the pit his hair grows faster than normal ish, or at least, faster than they used to. He has a happy trail and moderate hair down there that he keeps cut but not completely shaved off

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

Struggles with intense emotions but when he manages to work with them, rather than against them, his hopeless romantic side comes out. Expect deep yet soft thrusts, moans that make your shine tingle, kisses that leave you breathless and at least 4 mind blowing orgasms

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I don’t see him as the type to need it constantly. I feel it would be more or so a “hmm i haven't done it in a while and now thinking about it made me horny lets do it”

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Like i have said pegging, also praise– heavy on this one– biting, breeding kink, edging and not sure if there's a name for it, but i think he would be into being obnoxiously loud with the intent of being heard especially if he is feeling extra spicy

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bed or shower/bath

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You. just you. But i feel he would also get off when you two are having friendly back and forth banter/challenges

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

Anything that can hurt the both of you and restrain on him

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

He is a giver, he will literally eat you out like a starved man. But, there’s also something he can’t deny, about you, on your knees giving the most sloppy bj he has ever received it keeps him going

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

A mix. Mostly slow and deep, with a few hard thrusts. Extremely sensual on other occasions. Mostly, he will keep a pace stable enough to make you moan his name so many times your throat will be sore after

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

Not a fan

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Nope, i can’t see him being a big risk taker. Sure, he likes to keep things interesting as he runs on adrenaline– but that's in his vigilante life. In his private life he wants nothing but comfort

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

Yeah, a few lol. There would be breaks in between, a snack or two. You two talking, and in a way it almost feels like an aftercare in itself

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

He wouldn’t necessarily own some but if you do, then once you move in together they become of the both of you. Especially vibrators or dildos, I feel he would be a fan of watching you taking care of yourself before he starts… or, hear me out, gifting you a dildo that resembles his dick in shape, size and girth.. Custom made? Maybe… 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

A TEASE. It’s funny yeah, until you do it back and all of the sudden he is turned into the most whiny, moaning mess you have ever seen

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

Not very loud, at start. A few grunts, maybe some moans will escape here and there. As the relationship progresses though, he will grow bolder. Unashamed of his moans as he keeps thrusts in you. Praising you mixed with some filthy words in between

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

After the first time you two had sex he cried, in fact, he cried while he came. It just happened. Maybe it was the wave of emotions, maybe it was how intense everything felt. But he did. He hid his face in your neck, pampering it with kisses as he tried to hide his teary eyes. But when you eventually noticed, he couldn't help but cry a bit more. Now, you two laugh about it, even though it’s something that still embarasses him to this day 

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

When erected it can reach 7 inches solid. Veiny, thick. Have I mentioned the happy trail already? 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not astronomical. He will feel the need every so often, but he won’t be on you 24/7. In fact I can see him going for weeks without it. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not fast. After aftercare and making sure you’re fine, talking, a snack and waiting for you to fall asleep; he will stay awake a while longer. Allowing himself to soak in this feeling of contentment, safety and peace. His eyes linger on your naked, sleepy form beside him and with a last kiss to your head he will fall asleep hugging you tightly against his body. 

[hazeytae]

stoner!bf leehan drabble...

♡, nsfw, stoner!leehan, drug use (mary jane 🍃), high sex, fingering, afab!reader, unprotected sex, cum eating, nicknames (baby, pretty girl, princess, slut, etc.), porn with little to no plot

🗒️: heavily inspired by a mark fanfic i read last year (i think?!), omg stoner!bnd has been on my mind so much... i wasnt sure if i shld do leehan or taesan for this!! might do a taesan ver ? 🫣 this was way longer than i intended i had sm fun writing this :33 took me like a week to finish this wtf? also i had no clue how to end this so ignore that awkward ending

by the time leehan had begun rolling a blunt for the two of you to enjoy, the hum of whatever show you and leehan were watching had already faded into the background as you watched leehan excitedly. sat in nothing but your panties and leehans oversided shirt you fiddled with the weed grinder until leehan announced he had finished rolling up.

"alright, all finished," he held up the joint smiling proudly, "want the first hit princess?" he smiled watching your face light up handing you the blunt and grabbing the lighter. you nodded moaning as you put the blunt between your lips and he lit it. leehans glossy eyes took in your pretty face as you took a long drag and the smoke surronded both of you.

a few hits later and you and leehan are starting to feel your highs kick in. meaningless conversations suddenly turned into a heavy and mindless makeout- both of you too high out your mind to think of anything besides each other. your mind is practically blank as you whimper into leehans mouth while he gripped on your thighs, only pulling away with a string of saliva connecting you to take your shirt off while he admired you taking another long drag from the blunt before immediately going back to kissing you sloppily. "hows my girl so pretty? i need this pussy so bad..." he mumbled, not even giving you time to reply with a smart answer before he smashed his lips back onto yours, holding your waist as you grinded down onto his thigh.

"leehanie, give it t'me" you stumbled over your words feeling your eyes getting heavy as you struggled to take off your panties. "i gotchu baby..." he whispered contendedly as he helped you rid yourself of your underwear, only he moved too slow for you.

everything felt too slow for you. "l-leehan quicker! i really really reallyyy need it. cant wait!" knowing that your high was making you so needy, he laughed when you complained. once he had gotten your panties completely off and onto a now forgotten pile in the floor he dipped his finger in between your folds and teased your clit, causing you to let out a loud whimper begging him to speed up. leehan chuckled at your begs and whines slipping a finger in.

"i- i got you baby," leehan groaned listening to your whinpers as he thrusted his fingers in and out of your sobbing hole. using his free hand to pick up the joint, he held it between your lips watching you take a drag as he plunged his fingers into you, curling them up just right. you breathe out the smoke into his face just before you feel the knot in your stomach tighten, "o-oh leehan!" you squeal signaling to leehan how close you were.

"oh youre so pretty," leehan moaned watching you come undone on his fingers "fuck. all for me, fuck- all mine" he was so high out his mind he felt like he was gonna cum in his pants if he didnt just fuck you already. pulling his fingers out of you slowly and placing them into his mouth just to catch a taste of your fluids on his fingers, letting out a loud beautiful moan. you swore his moans sounded like the most beautiful music youve ever heard. you couldnt help but let out a moan at the sight and sound of him eating your cum which made him giggle.

his cute giggles completely contrasted the way he suddenly flipped you onto your back on the bed and ripped your shirt off, making you squeal happily. "baby- i need this pussy so bad," he moaned looking at your exposed body, "i need you so bad." you looked up into his red eyes with your gorgeous low red eyes biting your lip, almost swearing you were too dumb to speak at this point- letting your euphoria and neediness take over.

you watched as he fumbled with his sweatpants, hastily getting them off and pulling his hard leaking cock out, pumping it a few times. he looked down at you as you drooled at the sight, "leehan..." was all you could manage to whimper out before he pushed into you- raking a loud moan out of him from the feeling of your velvety walls which felt like heaven to him.

"baby- im not gonna be able to hold- im gonna go really quick, you can take it, i know it. cmon, youre always good for me. please i need this so bad." he was babbling now and he hadnt even started moving inside your fluttering walls. you giggled nodding up at your boyfriend, "i-i can take whatever you give me baby" you slur your words gripping onto the sheets in desperation.

the second you uttered those words he pounded into you, immediately finding your g-spot. even in his high euphoric state he still knew your body like the back of his back of his hand. the sound of fast paced wet skin slapping against each other and both your needy moans flooded the room.

leehan stared into your eyes as his body loomed over you, making you feel little under him. a mix of degradation and praises spilled out of leehans mouth, blabbers lf 'my stupid slut- doing so good,' 'you were made for me,' and more slurs of 'my pretty girl cant get enough of this dick- fuck.' flowed out of his mouth easily as you scratched his back, the sting from your nails only excited him and pushed him to slam into your cunt harder.

leehans roughened thrusts and the mixes of praise and degradtion that kept falling out his mouth made the knot in your stomach tighten, reaching for the closest thing to hold onto- being him- you clung onto his shoulders with screams falling out your mouth. "leehanie! im so close- god- fuck! im gonna cum!" leehan chuckled breathily as his thrusts became untimed and sloppy, signaling he was close too.

"cum for me baby- please- be my good girl n cum all on my cock." he panted feeling your walls flutter and clench around his length. you arched your back and rolled your eyes as you let your orgasm take over. watching you cum so hard pushed leehan over the edge- landing one final thrust right into your g-spot as he filled you up with white ropes of his cum.

leehan held you close for a minute, laying with you as you felt your orgasms wash over. you giggled looking at his disheveled hair and you moved his hair out of his face to see his pretty low red eyes making him blush.

[jophiel-extras]

summary :: All Might NSFW alphabet

warning :: nsfw

note :: All Might my beloved, reqs open

A = Aftercare

Toshinori becomes The Thinker after sex. He’ll stay with you until you fall asleep, but once you’re out he’ll leave. Usually, he will go on a run or sit outside for a few hours with himself. Once he’s done, he’ll come back and slip into bed with your or put together a breakfast.

B = Body part

He never really considers any of his own body parts, especially when he’s in his skinny form. If he had to pick, it would be his hands. For you, Toshi likes your face the most.

C = Cum

He always pulls out, it’s a habit. He’ll finish either on your tummy or ass.

D = Dirty secret

He’s thought about going from his skinny form to muscle whilst inside you.

E = Experience

He’s rusty but knows what’s going on. It takes a while for him to truely ease into it and not overthink his actions.

F = Favorite position

Missionary, a classic for a reason. When things get pretty heated, he’s known to enjoy taking you against a wall especially in his muscle form.

G = Goofy

Usually pretty serious and sensual. Sex with him is almost always love making and Toshi takes it seriously. There’s been moments where you’ve both had a laugh but it’s rare.

H = Hair

The carpets do match the drapes, he’s blonde through and through.

I = Intimacy

He’s quite intense about sex; deep eye contact, squeezing your hand, holding you close. It’s always special and drawn out.

J = Jack off

Since the two of you started having sex it was like a switch in Toshi’s mind was turned on. He’s horny. Often. He’s had to excuse himself from teaching to rub one out just because he can’t stop thinking of you.

K = Kink

Size difference. Even if he doesn’t know it Toshi loves being taller and generally bigger than you. He especially loves to grab your waist in his muscle form, it’s a massive thing for him. I also suspect he might enjoy the thrill of public spaces, he’d never admit it or initiate but it’s there.

L = Location

The bedroom. He’s a private man.

M = Motivation

He’s a little dense when it comes to hints, so the best way Toshi gets turned on is when you openly flirt with him and whisper dirty things in his ear.

N = No

Never ever would he hurt you. He won’t compromise on it either.

O = Oral

Enjoys giving for sure. He’s pretty good with his mouth. The way he looks at you through his dark eyes as he eats you out is something else. Also, the way he acts when getting head is insane. His hands snake through your hair and he curls up, grunting and whispering profanities.

P = Pace

Slow and sensual. Unless it’s a special occasion of course! Then he’ll poof into his muscle form and fuck you like a sex symbol.

Q = Quickie

Not the usual, but it’s happened before. Quickies are whenever he’s in a rush to do something or when you’re in a semi public setting.

R = Risk

Yes, he can be a risk taker but it makes the sex anxious. He’s got a lot of eyes on him at all time so he needs to be wary.

S = Stamina

Oh honey, he’s not done until you’re done. You think all that stamina training from his early days wouldn’t translate into sex? You’re in for a surprise.

T = Toys

He’s not a massive fan.

U = Unfair

Toshinori is not one to tease you during sex, really it’s the opposite. He’s a giver and always follows through with pleasure.

V = Volume

Lots of grunting and heavy breathing. He’s not particularly loud, but just enough to get you going.

W = Wild card

Once you gave him under the table head whilst at U.A. and it was the best blowjob ever. He thinks about it often and can’t help but get hard.

X = X-ray

Both forms he’s packing a nice 9 inches. However the girth changes slightly between forms.

Y = Yearning

If he wasn’t so busy, he’d want to sleep with you every day but alas there aren’t enough hours in the day.

Z = Zzz

He’s not good at sleeping but after a particularly tiring session, he’ll pass out.

[chlorinecake]

It's sad you haven't written that much for sunoo

𐙚 — 𝐜𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 | 𝐤.𝐬𝐧

▹ PAIRING: boyfriend ! sunoo x girlfriend ! reader

▹ SUMMARY: While on a picnic date with your boyfriend in honor of your one year anniversary together, things take an unexpected turn as one simple touch leads to another...

▹ WARNINGS: TOUCH DEPRIVED SUNOO who can't help but leave marks all over your neck and thighs, fluff mixed with super messy smut, fingering + oral (f. r), handjob, protected sex (love that for them), tit and spit play, exhibitionism, mentions of food

▹ WORD COUNT: 2.5k

“You brought ice cream to our picnic date in the summer?”

“Yes... and you wrote me a love letter,” Sunoo replied frankly, the gentle park breeze blowing his wavy bangs to the side of his face slightly... “of course I appreciate the gesture, baby, but why go through all that trouble of trying to hide it from me?”

His question made a memory resurface in the back of your mind.

One from earlier this morning when you threw a pillow at his face in an attempt to sneak away with the letter undetected.

Not one of your best moments, you'll admit, but he took it lightly anyways, laughing off the confusion your strange behavior brought about...

“You weren’t supposed to come back home til tomorrow, Sunoo, and I wanted to surprise you…” your voice trailed off just as your boyfriend rested his hand at your thigh, caressing the flesh in a soothing manner…

“I wanted to make it more special,” you went on, feeling your heart flutter slightly at the way he suddenly tilted his head at you, almost as if cooing at your worried confession.

“____… what could be more special than a letter with your sweet kisses all over it?” Sunoo asked, gaze falling to your lips for a second before his eyes flicked back up, displaying his comforting smile.

“Just open it already,” you whined playfully, making your boyfriend giggle a bit at your impatience.

“Wait, I wanna guess what’s inside first!” He paused excitedly, looking to the clouds as he sat in thought…

“Hmm,” Sunoo hummed, feeling through the envelope with his fingers to see if it'd give him any clues… “are these... condoms?!!”

“What!? No! Why would I give you such a thing!?” You laughed out loud, giving the park a brief scan to see if anyone was around to have heard your boyfriend's wild revelation.

“Relax, ____... nobody’s watching the romantic couple on their picnic date,” Sunoo reassured with a light-hearted chuckle, running his hand a little higher on your thigh this time, making your breath hitch slightly.

What was getting into him today?...

“Righttt... so it’s just us and the trees now, huh?” You asked sarcastically, just as a random hiker came walking up the trail a few feet behind you two.

“Yup!” Sunoo answered confidently, letting his touch leave your skin, “just us, the trees... and no protection…”

Tear ˎˊ˗ ...

Sunoo tore open the triangular flap that once sealed the envelope, opening the paper-pocket to reveal a set of tiny squares poking back at him…

“Wow,” his voice started, a feigned shock to his tone, “you must really wanna take me raw after this…”

“Oh my God, you’re being such a slut today,” you whisper-yelled, smacking his shoulder playfully before taking the envelope from his grasp, shaking out the contents into his open palm.

“They’re P o l a r o i d s,” you enunciated slowly, “of us, baby...” you continued with a smile, watching as he brought each photo to his face, one by one to examine them...

“Aww,” Sunoo pouted, feeling his own heart warm up at the burst of memories. “Thank you, love… this is such a sweet anniversary gift,” he said, leaning forward to hug you, his weight accidentally overtaking you to the point where your back fell against the picnic mat with a soft thud.

It wasn't unusual for Sunoo to underestimate his strength, especially whenever he got excited and wanted to show you his affection... still, it's something that he always felt bad about doing...

“____, I'm so sorry! I didn’t mean to...” your boyfriend's initially apologetic voice trailed off, all thanks to the mistakably erotic sound that slipped past your lips while caged beneath him.

“S-Sunoo… it's okay,” you stammered nervously, feeling his thigh brush up against your core as he adjusted him position, a small wet spot from your soaked panties now marking his jeans.

You couldn't think of anything to say, especially not with the way your sundress was hiked up now, putting your hips and bottom on full display.

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you were met with the wet sight yourself now, Sunoo’s flexed thigh doing nothing but make things worse for the ache growing inside you...

“T-that's not what I think it is... right?”

Your boyfriend's voice came out quietly as a delayed silence followed right after, his eyes staying fixed on you as you raised to sit on your knees now.

You put a hand to his chest, pushing his back against the picnic mat now before leaning on top of him and whispering, “Stop staring and just kiss me already…”

Sunoo almost couldn't believe those words had left your mouth so smoothly, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat with anticipation as his eyes fell back to your lips.

Your gorgeous, kissable lips...

“And if anyone sees us?” He asked with a slight rasp to his voice, eyes sparkling beneath the sunlight as you traced the side of his face with a finger...

“Then they can cry about it…”

That's all it took before you two started kissing, both of your eyes fluttering shut as gentle sounds of pleasure were exchanged by the tips of your tongues.

You felt one of his hands find the side of your face and drift down to your neck, his touch gripping just enough at your throat for the pressure to be noticeable, but not overwhelming.

“Been wanting to do this since we got here,” Sunoo groaned, a little weak yet heavy at the end as you broke away from the kiss, meeting his eyes with your own lovestruck ones as you noticed his touch wandered lower, pulling your sundress over the curve of your hips again, tugging at your panties.

“Wanna get these off of you so bad, baby,” your boyfriend said breathlessly, your legs wasted no time in moving just enough for him to slip your panties down and toss them.

“Much better,” you hummed, letting your lips find his again in an even more hungry kiss than before as you felt his fingers ghost over your folds, circling your clit in a way that had you twitching almost instantly.

Something about the way he kissed you in this moment was so raw and greedy, a bit of spit dribbling down the side of both your mouths, only for you two to take turns licking it back up with your tongues.

And he was gathering so much of your slick on his fingers, too, making your clit throb with need as he kept toying with it, your hips subconsciously rocking against his fingers as you grew closer and closer.

“You're making such a mess of me, Sunoo,” you said in between kissing him, his mouth traveling to your neck where he sucked even harder against your flesh, groaning against your skin.

“Can't help it when you taste so sweet, love,” is all he managed to say before rolling you over on your back and taking dominance again, your body being sprawled out face-up on the picnic mat as he started to pepper kisses down from your jaw, to your tits, before finally reaching your swollen cunt.

You couldn't help but close your thighs around his head, even though it was only a matter of time before he forced them open again, taking a break to finger your pussy while marking the expanse of your thighs, holding intense eye contact with you the entire time.

“Could play with your pussy all day, baby,” he mumbled against you, moving from your thigh to lick a stripe up the middle of your core, “might have to beg me to stop...”

“F-fuck,” you cried out, arching your back at the way your core trembled thanks to his skilled fingers curling inside you, “I'm so close, baby...”

“Yeah?” He asks breathlessly, looking you straight in the eye again while still fucking you with his digits, “gonna cream on my fingers, baby?... clench that pretty pussy as you cum for me?”

A string of desperate yes's spilled from your lips only to get caught in your throat, your teary eyes rolling to the back of your head as you felt yourself release from the inside out, shaking from the wave of pleasure that washed over you.

“That's it baby... let it all out,” Sunoo cooed, fingers not ceasing in fucking your hole until you reached your hand down to stop his wrist from moving.

Sunoo just stared at you for a second... and even though he knew you hated when he did that, he couldn't help it. You just looked so beautiful to him right now. Cheeks a flushed hue from your orgasm, covered in his marks from your chest to your thighs...

Using his free hand, Sunoo reach for the picnic basket, digging under a few things before pulling out a shiny gold package.

A condom.

“Babe, you... you planned this?” You asked with a glint of amusement to your voice, body still moving in slow-motion as you recovered from your first orgasm.

“Hey, don't judge me,” he smiled softly, tossing the condom in the middle of you two as he got started with unbuckling his pants, “you can put it on me, if you like...”

Timidly, you crawled towards your boyfriend on all fours, thankful to God that you didn't flinch once his dick sprung out from the confines of his boxers, nearly hitting you in the face given how hard it was.

Still, there was something about the subtle look of shock on your face that made Sunoo feel good about himself, reaching out a hand to caress your head as you tried opening the package with your nails.

“Just use your teeth, love,” Sunoo suggested, just as you took the plastic in your mouth, tearing it away with ease.

Pulling out the ring of rubber, you aligned it over his tip first, sliding it down in a stroking motion.

It doesn't take long before you have the whole condom slid down his shaft, but your ministrations don't stop there.

You kept pumping him in long, drawn out movements, experimenting with pressures and slightly escalating the speed with each stroke.

And it didn’t take long before he started moaning all loud and shamelessly, biting his lip with slightly screwed brows as you continued to jerk his cock in your hand, caressing his thigh with your free hand to help him relax.

“Sh-shit,” Sunoo cursed beneath his breath, eyes glued to the way you fisting his length, your hickey-stained cleavage coming into view as your sundress fell further down your shoulders with gravity.

The whole sight was just so intoxicating to him, especially coupled with the sensation of your fingers wrapped around him.

It was only a matter of time before you had him coming undone, filling the condom with his load as you started to stroke him more slowly now, somehow craving his dick even more.

He was a panting mess, pretty chest heaving beneath his shirt as you sat up on your knees now, crawling over to straddle his lap.

His lust-ridden eyes watched you the entire time, too, pants still lazily hanging around his thighs as you untied the bow keeping the top of your sundress together, revealing almost your full chest to him.

He didn’t hesitate to start groping your chest, squeezing the soft flesh in his hands as you humped against his lap, sliding your slick folds over his wrapped dick and shivering from the returned stimulation.

You moaned at his actions, clinging onto your boyfriend’s shirt at the sudden feeling of his tip prodding at your entrance.

“God, I need to be inside you so bad, ____... need to feel you taking me nice and slow...” Sunoo practically mewled against your lips, the desperation of words making your pussy clench around nothing.

You let your hips grind against his length even faster now, despite how you both were extremely sensitive at this point.

You didn’t expect one fleeting kiss to get you here… a slimy, moaning mess in your boyfriend's lap all in the middle of nature… but you were too far gone to turn back now, and besides… something about the risk of being caught like this was a turn on for you, anyways…

Reaching down for his dick, you let the head find your hole again before slowly feeling him slide past your ridged walls, shaky sighs coming from both your lips now…

You two stayed like that for a few moments, too, simply basking in each other’s closeness until you got ready to move, Sunoo’s delicate hands resting at your hips, eventually guiding your speed.

“S-Sunoo,” you started weakly, thighs trembling at the way his tip grazed your sweet spot as he rocked you back and forth against him, “we’re not gonna last very long in a state like this…”

Your sultry words sounded like fuzz in his brain for a second, his body being too pleasure drunk to focus on anything other than the way your perfect pussy was taking him.

You kept your hands secure at his shoulders, grinding against him the best your tired legs could manage as his lips connected to the skin below your ear, speaking the feathery words: “Might as well make it worth it, then…”

That's when your boyfriend let his back fall against the picnic mat, releasing his grip from your hips, only to find your hands instead, connecting you both by your latticed fingers.

His pelvis snapped up to help you both reach your highs faster, your chest heaving with emotions as you gasped at the feeling of his cock plunging inside you so well, a mere matter of seconds passing before your orgasms hit you both like a crashing wave.

Sweet mmm's and ahh's of pleasure left both your squirming bodies, Sunoo's thighs twitching beneath you as your walls clenched down on his length, your climax taking it's sweet time to leave you.

You felt his cum slowly fill up the condom from inside you, gentle pants escaping his swollen lips as your hands stayed intertwined, eyes slightly teary beneath the shining sun.

“I can't believe we just did that in public,” you sighed, lifting your hips from his to free yourself from the stimulation, helping yourself to removing the now filled rubber from your boyfriend's dick and tossing it in a picnic napkin.

Sunoo smiled at your choice of words before sitting back up to readjust his pants, still feeling a bit wobbly in his movements after everything that just happened.

“And I'm more than open to doing this again,” he said, crawling towards you on the mat to help re-tie the bow at the top of your dress, “… and again, and again, and again...”

“Okay, okay, I get it,” you chuckled with a smile, watching his hands finish up each bow before he creating a small distance between you, placing the picnic basket in the center of the mat and flipping open it's lid, his hair slightly disheveled as he asked, “In the mood for some ice cream soup?”

AUTHOR’S NOTE 𐙚 | To the anon at the very top of this post, I hope you enjoyed what I came up for with for everyone’s favorite sunny boy !! That is, if you ever happen to cross paths with my blog again >< !!

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[k1mbe3rly]

If you didnt yet can you do wlw sae byeok alphabet please?

yess and also for @cassidyysblog requested as well but i deleted forgetting to take a ss of it💔

Sae byeok NSFW alphabet

⚠️strap on for girls but mainly for girls since she looks wuh luh wuh typeee⚠️

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

So angelic with you, getting you food and water and even washing you up and cleaning everything else

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

Her favorite body part about you are your hands, she likes to hold the. and even play with your fingers when she’s bored, she also loves the hold your hand when she’s fucking you

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

She likes to swallow your cum a lot, sometimes she doesn’t fuck you for a week just to make you cum a lot more

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

Her dirty secret is wanting to record yall and maybe even start an OF (only fans)

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

she’s a little experienced she doesn’t have sex much but over all she does know what she’s doing

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

she likes missionary because she likes staring down at you as she fucks you seeing every little expression

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

NEVER goofing off, you will never catch her laughing or making a joke, the only time she laughs is when she’s teasing and edging you

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

she really don’t give a fuck about shaving, but she obviously shaves every now and than for you

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

very into the moment, very focused

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

no comment but she barely masturbates, when i mean barely i mean almost never

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

not much just praising and degrading yk the basics

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

anywhere in the house

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

dirty talk

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

anything hardcore like wax play or fire play or anything to hurt you

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

she likes to give a lot and mainly focus on you but doesn’t mind if you want to focus on her for that session

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

oo hunni.. bed shaking, bed breaking, headboard breaking, toes curling. i’m saying she’ll go ROUGH ROUGH but obviously goes gentle when you need it

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

she’s down for a quick eat out or a finger fucking quickie

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

not that really risky but if in public she’ll go for it if she really wants too

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

she can last MANY rounds and cums in about 30? minutes maybe longer

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

vibrator and strap on

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

she likes to tease every now and than

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

low moans, groans and pants

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

probably makes you finger yourself infront of her

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

the strap is 7 inches she has a longer one but thinks you aren’t ready for it

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

low, she’s not the type to have sex a lot unless you want it which you mainly do often but she doesn’t mind

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards

maybe when she’s done taking care of you a quick nap or just waits till the night

[thewritingrowlet]

The Second Lease on Love, ft. Red Velvet Wendy

tags: creampie

length: almost 8k

author's note: I have nothing else to say except that I've been busy.

-

“O-oppa,” Wendy calls to you, “I-I’m still tight, right?” “You’re very tight, my love,” you whisper into her ear, thus sending goosebumps all over her. “T-then make love to me, oppa.”

You move your hand from her belly to her waist, holding on to her for balance as you prepare to get into rhythm. You notice the way she’s gripping the pillow with every thrust you’re giving her. “Love, relax—I swear I won’t be rough,” you whisper to her. “Y-you’re just s-so big, oppa,” she replies. You pet her head softly with your left hand. “If it hurts too bad, we can stop here.” She takes a few deep breaths. “L-let’s pause for a moment.”

You ask if she wants you to pull out, but she declines; she wants you to stay inside her while she gets used to your size. “Have I told you that you’re so hot?” She lets out a mix of a moan and a giggle. “B-based on how hard you are, I-I can tell you’re enjoying my body.” “I’m not enjoying your body, love; I’m enjoying this intimate moment we’re sharing,” you correct her.

Wendy turns her head to look at you. “You have no idea how thankful I am to be with you.” You show her a gentle smile. “I’m also thankful to be with you,” you return her words. She closes her eyes, and you take it a step further by coming in for a kiss. “My world is bleak without you, and I’ve now realized that I can’t live without you,” you say to her. Wendy’s eyes are getting teary. “I can’t live without you either, oppa.”

She gives you permission to start moving again, citing her desire for more pleasure. “As you wish, my love.” The first moan she lets out when the tip of your cock reaches her deepest spot is nothing short of angelic. “Y-you’re in my belly, oppa.” You chuckle. “You’re exaggerating, love.” “I’m not, though,” she defends herself, “I-I can feel you in my belly.”

You take on this moderate pace, aiming to provide pleasure for Wendy on only her second time. “This doesn’t hurt, does it?” She shakes her head. “I-it’s very good, actually.” Every once in a while, you make sure that the entirety your shaft gets inside her pussy, and every time you do it, Wendy lets out loud moans. “God, that’s so good, oppa.”

You lift her leg in the air. “Let’s try something, love.” “S-sure,” she replies. You begin fucking her fast, and her moans turn into screams. “Oppa, wait—fuck, fuck, fuck!” She’s squeezing the pillow again because of the overwhelming stimulation. “C’mon, baby; let’s do this.”

You make sure your arms are strong and steady so that Wendy stays in place as you’re smashing into her from behind, no longer taking her as a rookie but rather a “proper” woman. “I-I want to pee—fuck, I want to pee so bad.” You don’t answer her, too occupied with fucking her tightness.

You happen to pull your cock entirely out of her pussy after a deep thrust, and as timing has it, Wendy happens to burst, thus soaking the (presumably) new sheets, screaming from the top of her lungs as she does. A part of you is concerned about the noise, but you’re promptly reminded that no one else lives on this floor.

“Hehehe,” you laugh a little, “congratulations on having your first orgasm.” Wendy is panting heavily, tossing her head around as her euphoric orgasm takes her to cloud nine. “You’re alright, baby; you’re doing so well right now,” you offer her some assurance.

After a few minutes, Wendy stops shaking. You lift her arm and notice that she’s weak. “Love, are you okay?” She nods weakly. “Y-you’re so mean, oppa,” she slaps you on the thigh, “h-how could you—oh, fuck—how could you be so rough with me.” You rub her belly gently. “I’m sorry, love; I just thought maybe you’d like it.” Wendy exhales deeply. “I-it was too much, you know.”

You pull her into your arms, feeling apologetic for being so careless. “I’m so sorry, love.” She gives you a peck on the cheek. “It’s okay; I-I know you meant well.” You hold her face with both hands. “Are you sure you’re okay?” She nods with a smile. “Alright, let’s get some rest, then,” you say.

-

Wendy pokes your cheek repeatedly to wake you up.

“My love, wake up, please.”

“Hngh?”

She giggles. “You’re so cute, and as much as I hate to break it to you, we need to get ready for work.” You rub your eyes to get yourself together. “What time is this?” Wendy looks around, looking for something. “Oh, where’s that little clock.” She opens the drawer of the bedside table. “Oh, here—it’s just a bit past 6,” she says. You sigh. “And we leave for work at 7, I assume?” She shakes her head. “No, we’ll leave at 8.” You chuckle. “We’ll be late, won’t we?” She laughs. “It’s not like anyone can fire us.”

Wendy climbs onto your body and gives you a deep kiss. “I love you, oppa,” her eyes are glassy as she rubs your cheek with her thumb. “I love you more, sweetheart.” A tear escapes and flows down her cheek. “That’s joy, isn’t it?” She nods, a beautiful smile decorating her face. “Imagine what it’s like for me to finally be able to hold you like this.”

You pull Wendy down so that you can kiss her. “You’re all I have, my sweet love; no one else matters to me anymore,” you say. Wendy wipes the tears off her cheeks. “We’re all we have, and we’re all we need—isn’t that right, oppa?” “Absolutely, love.”

Wendy pulls you into a seated position. “Oppa, do you want to tell people about our relationship, or?” You shrug, clueless. “I feel like that question is yours to answer—do you want people to know that you’re running around with a regular guy like me?” She looks at you straight in the eyes. “What do you mean you’re a regular guy? You’re the man I love,” she says. You smile, touched by her sweet words. “Yes, but I’m no rich corporation guy.” Wendy scoffs. “Oh, please, I’d rather be with you than those brats.” “That’s touching, actually,” you chuckle, “well, in that case, it’s up to you if you want to let people know about us.”

-

“Miss Son,” you get in character as soon as you step into the lobby with her, “is there anything you’d like me to do before the day starts?” She looks away as an attempt to stay professional. “Erm, can you make us a cup of coffee, please?” You nod. “Certainly; I’ll send it to your office soon.”

You part ways with her; she heads to her office while you head to the social area to make some coffee. After digging through the kitchen set, you find the ground coffee. “Still the same brand,” you think as you hold a bag of Morning Magic in the air.

With two cups of coffee in your hands, you make your way to her office. “Miss Son, the door, please—my hands are full,” you call to her from the other side of the door. The door swings open, thus revealing the smiling woman. “Hi, love,” she greets you, making your cheeks hot. “Erm, hi,” you greet her back.

You set the cups on her desk, and Wendy immediately drags you to sit on her chair. “Yes, Miss Son?” She climbs onto your lap. “Please don’t call me that; the day hasn’t started yet,” she says. You glance at her computer that’s showing the time on the lock screen, and it says that you still have around 10 minutes before the workday starts. “Of course, love.” You hear a small giggle from her. “You sound cute when you say it.”

Wendy leans against your body, her arms wrapped around your nape. “If only we could stay at home all day,” she says. You pinch her waist lightly. “Was it not your idea to go to work today?” She pouts as she realizes something. “I could’ve called in sick or busy, couldn’t I?” “Something like that,” you say.

Suddenly, there’s someone knocking at the door, thus interrupting the intimacy you’re sharing with her. “All I ask is a few minutes of peace—is that too much of an ask?” Despite the complaint, Wendy still gets ready to leave your lap, but before you let her go, you turn her face towards you. Once she’s looking at you, you give her a fleeting kiss to erase the sourness off her face. “Thanks,” she says with red cheeks.

The person knocks again, and that’s your cue to act properly. “One second,” you say out loud. You have Wendy sit on her chair while you open the door, and you see that it’s Sooin. “Good morning, oppa,” she greets you. “Good morning, Sooin-ah—are you here for Miss Son?” She nods, so you step aside to let her in.

“Miss Son, how were the trainees?” Wendy puts up two thumbs. “They were pretty good—could use some more training, but they’re in a good position right now.” Sooin unlocks the tablet in her hands. “You have a meeting at Son Industries in about 90 minutes, so I suggest getting ready soon.” Wendy’s face turns sour for a split second before putting on a smile. “Thank you, Sooin-ah.”

Sooin soon leaves, and when you make eye contact with her, she smiles, to which you respond by smiling back. You quickly close the door behind her and then return to Wendy. “Are we leaving now?” She laughs. “We haven’t even touched our coffee yet—relax, oppa, damn.”

You take a seat on the empty chair on the other side of her desk, and Wendy quickly sits on your lap again, giggling because of the excitement. “I should wear pants tomorrow; straddling you in a skirt isn’t comfortable.” You laugh. “Of course, love.”

She twists to get a cup of coffee from her desk. “Take a sip, oppa.” You take a sip as she asks—wait, this isn’t the same Morning Magic she used to drink. “This tastes different—it tastes more… coffee-y,” you comment. “I think the word is fruity,” she corrects you, “it’s good, though, no?” You nod. “It is, especially because it’s your hands that are holding the cup,” you attempt to flirt. She slaps you on the chest. “Oh my God, stop—I can only blush so many times in a day.”

-

You notice her less enthusiastic expressions as you enter the supposed meeting room with her. “Miss Son, are you okay?” She shakes her head. “Not really, no,” she says. You ask if you can help lift her mood, but instead of answering, Wendy opts to hold your hands. “I promise I’ll tell you everything after this, oppa—just bear with us for now.” You’re getting nervous, but you make sure it doesn’t show. “Of course.”

A man in a neat black suit enters the room, and you happen to have just let go of her hands. “It’s always a pleasure to meet you, sweetheart,” he says. You can’t believe your ears; there’s no way he just called her that. “You too, my dear.” Wendy’s reply makes you really uneasy about the meeting. Your eyes move rapidly between the two people in front of you as you try to figure out what sort of relationship they have.

Your heart begins racing when Wendy and the man shares a warm hug—it doesn’t help that their faces are adorned with smiles. “What the hell is going on,” you ask yourself. In a moment of confusion and worry, your eyes shift away from them and land on the small note in your hands. “Surely this isn’t another heartbreak,” you write down your thoughts.

The man invites Wendy to sit next to him, and she does as he asks. “Sweetheart,” he puts his palm on her knee, “have you been well?” She nods. “I’ve been very well, dear—look, my assistant has finally returned,” she points at you.

The man looks at you, and it might just be his facial features, but he seems to not like your presence. “I wonder what’s so good about him that you longed for his return,” he says. Wendy chuckles. “Nothing, really; it’s just that he knows so much about us that I’d rather have him on our side.” The man laughs. “Oh, don’t worry, sweetheart; we’ll kill him should we need to.”

You can’t take this anymore; this doesn’t feel like a conversation you’d like to listen to. “Sir, madam, if you’d excuse me—I have some things to take care of.” The man’s face is sour as if disgusted by you. “Yeah, sure, whatever you say,” he waves you off. Just before you step out of the room, you turn your head towards them. The man must’ve said something funny because Wendy is laughing out loud.

You guess that they’ll be in there for quite a while, so you go to the convenience store on the next block to get some things. You opt for a bottle of cold water, a pack of cigarettes, and a lighter. You haven’t smoked in years, and you wonder if you still remember how to.

You take a seat on a bench near the side of the road. You put a cigarette between your lips and light it up, using your free hand as cover so that the wind doesn’t kill the fire. You close your eyes as you take a puff. “This tastes like watermelon juice—what do they put in cigarettes these days?” The flavor becomes more prominent on the next puff. “Hell, didn’t know I’ve missed this.”

You let go of other thoughts and concentrate entirely on the long-lost bliss that is smoking. “Maybe I should buy another pack,” you say out loud. “No, you fucking don’t.” You hear a woman’s voice coming from the left, and when you look, it’s Wendy, huffing and puffing as she comes towards you fast.

“What the fuck are you doing, oppa?” You show her the half-burned cigarette between your fingers. “Smoking,” you answer plainly. She slaps your hand, thus making you drop the little stick onto the concrete floor. “I hate men who smoke.” You shrug. “You’re free to hate me.”

She furrows her eyebrows. “What the fuck do you mean?” You chuckle. “I could tell you liked that guy—heh, not only that, but you’re now so comfortable swearing in front of me.” Wendy tries pulling you onto your feet, but you don’t cooperate. “Let’s go already; we need to talk.” “What is there to talk about?” She looks at you with teary eyes. “Please, oppa; let’s just get out of here.”

You leave your seat and beeline towards the car, not caring whether Wendy is following or not. You press the small button on the handle, which unlocks the car, and get in the driver’s seat. “T-take me home, oppa,” her voice is getting shaky. You look at the time. “It’s not even lunch yet.” “Please, j-just take me home,” she begs.

-

Wendy is the only person who can unlock the penthouse door, so you enter after her. “Well, we’re home,” you state the obvious. She turns around to face you, but her eyes are straying away from yours. “I-I promised that I’d tell you everything, d-didn’t I, oppa?” You sigh. “I’ll be honest with you; I don’t know if I want to hear it.” Wendy begs that you give her a chance to explain everything and get you up to speed on the things you’ve missed during your absence, so you sit with her on the sofa to have a conversation.

Wendy gets on her knees in front of you. “Please try to listen and understand, oppa.” You simply nod as a response. “T-that was Shin Woojin, a-and my father wants me to marry him.” That’s quite an interesting plan. “So that was what the pet names were for, then?” She nods. Wendy then continues to explain that she has been playing along with her father’s game, hence the intimate gestures and names, but she wants to escape that arrangement now that she has you.

When you ask Wendy who Woojin is and what his role is at Son Industries, she reveals that he’s the one who replaced Wendy when she left to establish a record label subsidiary. Hearing it makes you chuckle. “I figured he was an important guy—y’know, since the always-wise Mr. Son chose him to be your spouse.” Wendy looks down at the floor, her chin almost stuck to her chest. “You haven’t even assured me that you want to be with me and not him,” you press her further.

You’re startled when Wendy bows to kiss your feet, and you immediately have her straighten her posture as you’re not a fan of such treatment. “I belong to you and only you, oppa; please don’t doubt that.” You accept her words but aren’t entirely satisfied just yet. “Is that all you have to say?” She begins crying. “W-what else do you want, oppa—I-I’ve been nothing but honest with you.”

Wendy begins breaking down even more when she sees you staying silent, taking it as a sign that you don’t believe her words. “Hey, now,” you pull her onto your lap, “you’re alright, love.” “I’m so sorry, oppa,” her voice is trembling, “I-I never meant to hurt you like this.” When you try to open your mouth, Wendy interrupts. “I-I don’t hate you, oppa—fuck, I don’t want to hate you.” “I don’t hate you either, love,” you assure her.

You think that it’s best to continue this in bed so that the two of you can be comfortable, so you take her to the safest haven of them all: the bedroom. “No one will be mad if we leave work at noon, right?” Wendy shakes her head. “I-if someone dares yell at you, I-I’ll fire them without thinking twice.”

You lie in bed with Wendy, hugging her tightly in your arms and still petting her back to help comfort her. “I wish I could bleed for you again—again, and again, and again,” she says. “No, no, no; the fact that it could only happen once means that it’s very special,” you reason. Wendy presses her face into your chest. “You’re special, oppa.” You smile. “So are you, my love.”

“Oppa,” her muffled voice barely reaches your ears, “how can I quit this arrangement?” You sigh. “I feel like talking to your father is the best way, but I don’t know if he’d be open to such a conversation.”

Wendy looks up at you. “What if we find a way to frame Shin Woojin?” You furrow your eyebrows. “What do you mean frame?” Wendy points out Woojin’s “hobby” of touching women without their consent, specifically when he’s drunk, and thinks that she can use that against him. “Okay…?” Your voice is laced with confusion and uncertainty. “How confident are you that it’ll work, though?” She chuckles. “Oh, it will; my dad hates that sort of behavior.”

You sigh—you’re still not entirely sold on the idea, but if it means that Wendy can escape the arrangement, then it’s worth trying. “Can you clue me how we do this?” She suggests that you be Woojin’s chauffeur for a day tomorrow. “He always goes to the club on Friday; you can follow him around the club and take videos of his drunk ass.”

You’re nervous because of a couple of reasons: number one, you don’t know what Woojin thinks of you after he saw you storming out of the meeting; number two, what if he thinks that you’re spying on him on behalf of the Son. You express these concerns to Wendy, and while she acknowledges the first worry as valid, she doesn’t think that Woojin will figure out that he’s being spied on. “Alright, if you say so,” you say, and with it, the plot is underway.

-

“Oppa, I can’t sleep,” she complains. You ask what time this is. “It’s, erm, 2 a.m.”

You gather your strength to sit, leaning against the headboard for support. “Come here, sweetheart,” you invite Wendy to fill the empty space between your legs. Wendy leans against your body, and you secure her in place by wrapping your arms around her.

“Are you okay, love? Is something bothering your mind?” She sighs deeply. “Shin Woojin is bothering my mind,” she says. “What about him?” She sighs again. “I wish I hadn’t entertained his attempt at courting me.” Your eyebrows furrow. “What do you mean? You said it was an arrangement?” Wendy falls silent, presumably thinking whether she really wants to reveal this. “Ah, who am I kidding—you deserve to know,” she says. “He took me home one day, oppa, a-and I might or might not have let him enter my house.”

It's your turn to fall silent; you need time to process what you’ve just been told. “Please say something,” Wendy urges you. “Something,” you say plainly. Your singular word doesn’t satisfy her. “I’ll do anything to convince you, oppa—just tell me what to do.” You shake your head. “You’re alright, love; you gave me your flower, so that’s enough proof that you didn’t fool around with him.”

Wendy leans against your chest again. “I-I was so close to giving him my flower.” The sudden reveal makes you furrow your eyebrows. “What the hell did you just say?” The way you suddenly flip scares her to tears. “P-please, j-just listen first,” she begs, so you ask that she continue. “I-I was getting tired of waiting for you to come back, s-so I-I thought it was okay to… y’know, be with him.”

You see an opportunity to pretend to degrade yourself and see how she’ll react. “I mean, I’m a nobody, and he’s one of the richest guys out there, so I see why he’d be attractive to you.” Wendy sighs. “I don’t need a man’s money; I only need his mind and heart, and Shin Woojin can’t give me those two things.” Not the most assuring answer, but that should be enough for now—it’s better to stop arguing sooner than later anyway. “I suppose,” you say, thus putting an end to the back-and-forth.

-

Woojin has you stop the car on the side of the road, right in front of his favorite club. He’s confused when you follow him out of the car. “What are you doing?” “Miss Son wanted me to keep an eye out on the surroundings for you, sir,” you reason, giving him a peek at your holstered stun gun as proof of commitment. “Do you always carry that?” You nod. “Mr. Son made it very clear that I carry a weapon whenever I’m with Miss Son.” You can tell that Woojin still isn’t convinced, but hearing the names makes him powerless. “Let’s just get inside,” he says.

A security guard halts the two of you, but as soon as Woojin lowers his shades, the guard steps aside. After getting inside, Woojin is immediately greeted by a staff member who then leads him towards his reserved spot. You see that there are two women (who you guess are a few years younger than Wendy) in minimal clothes waiting for him.

“Hi, cuties,” Woojin greets the women. “Sorry for being late; this new chauffeur is so bad with directions.” It’s almost amazing how easily he can come up with a lie on the fly like that. The women made some comments such as how Woojin should fire you and things like that, but the most interesting sentence you hear is how one of them hasn’t had her period yet and is demanding Woojin to be ready to take responsibilities.

It’s really hard not to smirk; you’ve just heard a huge reveal which you’re sure Wendy would love to hear as well. You turn your back against them and pull out your phone. “Looks like Mr. Shin is in deep trouble,” you text Wendy a vague message. She types a reply right away, but before you manage to read it, you feel a tap on your shoulder, so you quickly hide your screen from his vision.

“Yes, sir?” Woojin tells you to find a staff member and order six bottles of Ilpoom Jinro Soju for him. “Of course, sir.” You tread through the club’s interior to find someone, and you stumble upon the same person who guided Woojin to his table earlier. “Hey, my boss wants six bottles of Ilpoom Jinro Soju delivered to his table,” you forward the message to the staff. Based on how he doesn’t ask who your boss is, it looks like he remembers your face from the first meeting, and before long, the staff member says that he will sort it out.

After thanking him for the help, you make your way to find the security room where the CCTVs are monitored from. You see a closed door with the text “SECURITY” written on it on the other side of the building, so you part the sea of people to get to your destination.

You knock on the door, and someone from the other side opens it slightly. “What?” “I’m with Shin Woojin, and he wants me to keep an eye on him from the CCTVs.” You hope this guy recognizes the name. “Yeah, one second.” You’re relieved to see that he indeed knows the name, and before long, you’re sitting next to the guy in the security room. “Hey, erm, Mr. Shin wants me to get the recording—you can give it to me, right?” He nods. “Just make a copy from that hard drive.”

 -

You’ve been sitting in the security room for almost an hour now, keeping your eyes stuck on the feed from the camera that’s pointed at Woojin and the women. It looks like Woojin and the late-to-have-period woman is talking about some stuff while the other woman looks at them from the side. You try zooming in on them, but the feed becomes more pixelated, so you return to the normal zoom level. You think that as long as you have clear video of what they’re doing, it should be enough proof.

You keep watching as Woojin shakes his head, seemingly frustrated about something, and reaches for a bottle of soju on the table. He keeps making these sharp head turns towards the woman as his lips keep moving. Not only that, but the other woman looks to be uneasy; she keeps tapping Woojin’s thigh as if trying to douse his anger. “Go on, Shin Woojin; do something stupid,” you think.

The woman gets on her feet, and with her purse in hand, she begins to walk away from Woojin. Suddenly, Woojin grabs her by her wrist and yanks her backwards until she falls seated on the sofa again. “Oh, shit, here we go.” You take a mental note of the timestamp so you can find the spicy part easier later.

So far, the scene hasn’t caught anyone’s attention just yet, but based on how Woojin is towering the crying woman and seemingly yelling at her, it won’t be long until someone calls something out. It is worth noting that the other woman is very active during all of this; she keeps trying out different ways to get Woojin to calm down.

Suddenly, Woojin drags the woman away from the table and, in turn, out of the camera’s vision. You try turning it around, but it can only cover so much before Woojin and the woman go out of frame again. “Hey, does Mr. Shin has a room or something here?” The security guy reveals that he indeed has a private room which only he and his guests can enter. You ask where it is, and it’s actually located separately from the club; you need to head out of the back door, and once you’re out, his room is in the small building in the rear parking lot.

You rush to follow Woojin, and since he’s (presumably) raging, he won’t have the head space to think about you. You get through the same back door he did. There he is: Woojin is dragging the woman towards that small building, exactly like what the security guy said.

“Looking for your boss?” The shock almost makes you pass out—it’s the other woman from earlier. “Something like that,” you say, trying to play it cool. “Where are they heading?” She sighs. “He’s going to… talk some sense into her.” The phrasing intrigues you. “What do you mean?” She takes a deep breath. “Often times love blinds you, and Shin Woojin isn’t someone you’d want to fall in love with.”

You lean against the wall like the woman does. “Can I ask what your names are?” She nods. “I’m Kim Soohyun, and that is Kim Sooyeon—we’re not related, by the way.” You ask what kind of relationship they have with Woojin, and Soohyun reveals that they’re his sugar babies; they’ve just graduated from university, so this is their peak in terms of physicality and sexuality.

“I assure you, mister; I just wanted the money,” Soohyun says. “Sooyeon-ie, though… she, erm, she loves Woojin-oppa—like, she wants to be with him.” You can only nod along as her words enter your ears. Soohyun places a hand on your shoulder, and when you turn your head towards her, you see tears on her cheeks. “Save her, please; she doesn’t deserve any of this—she just wants to be loved like any other woman does.”

You run as fast as you can towards the building, and when you get there, you lean your head against the door. You hear faint screams and cries coming from the other side, but before you barge in, you open the voice recorder app on your phone to catch every sound made.

“Mr. Shin,” you call out to Woojin as you knock on the door. “Mr. Shin, please open the door.” You get nervous when the screams become louder. “Ah, fuck this shit.” You kick the door as hard as you can, thus forcing it to swing open, and your jaw drops in horror.

Shin Woojin is forcing himself onto this woman.

“Mr. Shin, please stop,” you try to talk some sense into him. “Mr. Shin, please, you can’t ruin yourself like this.” Woojin steps away from the crying Sooyeon and punches you square in the face, thus forcing you to tumble backwards and onto the floor. “What the fuck do you know about me, you little shit?” “Sir—” Before you can say your words, a kick lands on your head. “You know nothing about me, dipshit.”

You’re cornered, but you don’t want to use your weapon just yet. Maybe—just maybe—Woojin is still willing to hear reason. “S-sir, Mr. Son w-will kill you himself i-if he hears a-about this.” Much to your surprise, he storms you with more punches and kicks. “Mr. Son? That old fucker? You’re out of your mind!” You toughen up as Woojin kicks you a few more times—one of them even lands on your head. “Let this be a lesson to everyone that you don’t fuck with Shin Woojin,” he boasts.

Woojin turns around again, and while he’s not looking, you gather the strength to pull out your stun gun. “A-and you don’t fuck with the Sons, S-Shin Woojin.” With that said, you pull the trigger, thus electrocuting him until he drops limp onto the floor. “Y-you’ve messed up big time, Shin Woojin.”

The entirety of your body is hurting; your limbs feel heavy, and you can’t keep your head straight. You fight through the pain and pull your phone out of your pocket. You’re somewhat relieved when you see that it’s not broken. You first end the recording before calling Wendy who picks up right away.

“Yes?”

“T-the police,” you say weakly.

“Huh?”

“C-call them.”

Wendy ends the call, probably so she can call the police, and before long, she’s calling again.

“Y-yes.”

“What on earth is happening?”

“S-Shin Woojin was t-trying to rape a woman, a-and he beat me up.”

“Are you fucking serious?”

“Fuck, do I sound like I’m fucking lying!?”

Wendy falls silent; you’ve never cursed at her before, so she knows that you’re being serious.

“I’m on my way,” she says, and with it, she ends the call again.

-

You’re sitting on a bench in a park across the street while an EMT tends to your wounds, applying iodine and putting on bandages where necessary. “Should be enough for now,” he says. “Thank you, mister.”

Your gaze lands on the other ambulance on the site where you saw Sooyeon get carted into on a stretcher. “Just take her to hospital already, man.” A wave of relief washes over you when you see the driver turn on the vehicle. “There you go,” you mumble. You smile a little when the ambulance starts speeding with sirens blaring.

“Oppa!” You hear Wendy’s voice coming from your right, but since you can’t turn your head towards the source, you opt to wait until the speaker appears in front of you. “Oppa, are you okay?” You put on a smile for her. “I am golden, sweetheart.”

Her eyes are getting teary. “Please don’t cry, baby,” you say. “B-but you’re literally hurting now.” You shake your head, grunting a little in the process. “It’s okay; it was for an important cause.”

Wendy can’t hold her tears back anymore; she puts her forehead on your knees and begins crying to her heart’s content. “I-I shouldn’t have let Woojin get close to me.” You don’t want Wendy to start blaming herself, so you make sure she stops right now. “This is how it was meant for him and us; there’s no use in regretting it.”

-

With an arm wrapped around your shoulders, Wendy helps you get on the bed for the night. Initially, you lie on your stomach, but she then flips you over onto your back. “I can’t cuddle you if you’re on your tummy,” she says in this aegyo-esque voice.

You promptly let out a grunt when Wendy wraps her limbs around you. “Oh, oh, sorry—does that hurt?” You laugh. “No, I was just playing with you.” She pinches you on the arm. “You’re very funny, oppa.”

Wendy makes use of the fact that the two of you are naked and lets your limp cock enter her pussy. She exhales deeply at the first penetration. “I can’t do this right now, love.” “Neither can I; I just want to share my warmth with you.” You chuckle. “You’re warm alright.” Wendy then continues to slowly lie down on your body, paying attention to your reactions as she does. “This doesn’t hurt, right?” You shake your head. “Everything is so nice and warm—thank you, love.” A sheepish smile appears on Wendy’s face. “Y-you’re welcome.”

Just before you drift off to sleep, Wendy taps your arm to get your attention. “Love, erm, dad wants to see us tomorrow.” “Then we will see him tomorrow, love.” You’re oddly confident about meeting the big boss. Wendy asks what you will tell Mr. Son. “Everything he wants to hear; I won’t hide anything from him.”

Wendy lets her head rest on your chest. “Dad wants to see me be with a proper man, and you’re nothing short of that, oppa.” Your cheeks are getting hot because of the praise. “You know you deserve the best from me, love.”

-

You and Wendy enter through the door of Mr. Son’s home office. You were so confident about meeting him last night, but now that you’re actually in front of him, you’re very nervous that your knees are weak.

“Good morning, papa,” Wendy greets her father, and he smiles in response. “Good morning, princess—have you been well?” She looks at you before looking at her father again. “I mean, oppa has been taking care of me so well.”

Mr. Son looks at you. “Is that so, son?” “That is precisely so, sir,” you say, your tone firm. The smile on his face doesn’t disappear—if anything, it feels more sincere than the previous one. “I’m glad to hear that.”

Mr. Son asks the two of you to sit on the chairs on the other side of his desk. “Mr. Jin, I have received information about your most recent… adventure.” You stay silent in hope that he will continue. “Can you tell me about it?” You nod firmly again. “Sir, Mr. Shin Woojin was forcing himself onto a woman, so I had to stop him.” He asks why you cared so much about Woojin. “It wasn’t about Mr. Shin at all, sir; it was about Miss Son—I had been informed about his poor behaviors, and I was concerned that would continue if Miss Son ties the knots with him.”

Mr. Son leans forwards. “That wasn’t what the recording suggested, Mr. Jin.” You inhale sharply; you remember talking about how Woojin couldn’t “ruin himself like this” when you were trying to stop him. “Sir, it was just a heat-of-the-moment thing—I was also still in character,” you try to reason with him. Mr. Son looks taken aback. “Character? What character?” You explain all the details of the arrangement you had with Wendy which involved getting proofs of Woojin’s bad behavior towards women. “That was quite the elaborate plan,” he sounds impressed. “It was all Miss Son, sir; I was just following instructions,” you say.

Mr. Son then turns towards his daughter. “What are we thinking about, princess?” “I want to be with him,” she answers vehemently. His right eyebrow rises (a common thing he does), not expecting such an answer from his daughter. “You love him that much?” Wendy nods. “No one else but Changmin-oppa—I’m not interested in those brats in the slightest.”

Mr. Son leans back in his big chair. “Very well, then,” he says. “Have you two decided on a date yet?” Wendy looks at you momentarily. “What date?” “Well, a date for the wedding, of course.” Wendy chuckles. “What about the first of February?”

You’re flustered; Wendy and Mr. Son are moving so fast that you’re struggling to keep up. “C-can we not talk about it for a bit first?” They both laugh. “What is there to talk about, son—my daughter loves you, and you love her back; why not tie the knot quickly?” Your jaw drops. “You said the first of February, didn’t you, princess?” The big boss looks at the calendar on his computer. “First of February sounds good,” he says.

Mr. Son laughs when he sees your face. “Princess, pull your boyfriend back down, will you?” Wendy hugs you after dragging you onto your feet, and you kiss her on the top of her head instinctively. “Works like a charm,” she quips.

Mr. Son sends you and Wendy out of his office, saying that the two of you should start planning the wedding from today since there are only 21 days left until the agreed date. “Sir, I will do my best to become the man Seungwan-ie deserves.” You bow to him, and only now do you realize you just said her “private” name. Mr. Son simply nods. “Believe me, son; you don’t want to mess this up,” he says, and with it, you part ways with him.

-

Wendy pulls you into a passionate kiss as soon as you enter the penthouse. “Bedroom, please,” she whispers. You chuckle. “Can I sort these bags out first?” She shakes her head. “Just put it down somewhere—I’m not in the mood for waiting.” You let the bags drop onto the floor. “Like this?” She giggles. “Yes, just like that.”

You lift Wendy into a bridal-style carry. “Yes, so far so good, oppa,” she expresses her approval of your action. You arrive at the bedroom after a brief walk that is decorated with smiles and giggles. You carefully lower Wendy onto the—or not; she’d rather cling onto you. “Is something wrong, sweetheart?” “I just want to be in your arms.”

You take a seat in the middle of the bed, still keeping Wendy in your arms like she wishes. Wendy shifts around until she’s seated on your lap. “Thinking about having fun?” Your question makes her blush. “Erm, something like that.” You guide her hands to reach your shirt. “Feel free to undress me,” you say.

Wendy undoes the first two buttons of your shirt but then stops with a hint of frown on her features. “Is something bothering your mind?” She places a finger on your chest. “You have a bruise here.” You nod. “You know who did that.” She huffs. “I swear we’re going to make him pay for everything.” You sigh. “I expect nothing less, especially from your father.”

With that out of the way, Wendy continues undoing your button until the last one. “Your turn, oppa.” You undo the four big buttons of her sleeveless blouse, and Wendy simply lets it drop, thus leaving her bra-covered breasts for you to see. “Keep going,” she urges. You reach around to unlatch her bra, and once again, she simply lets it fall.

Wendy quickly unzips your pants and drags them down your legs. She then wastes little time to get to what she wants, which is your cock that’s almost hard enough for the occasion. “Get hard for me, please,” she says as she strokes your cock. Once she’s satisfied with the stiffness, she takes you in her mouth. “Whoa, that’s new,” you blurt.

You lean against the headboard while Wendy gets busy with your cock, moving her head up and down along your length. “You’re a natural, aren’t you,” you say after noticing the lack of gagging. You place a hand on the back of her head and push down a little to see how she will react. Much to your pleasure, she doesn’t seem to mind taking more of your shaft in her mouth. “You’re doing so well, love,” you praise her.

Soon, Wendy removes you from her mouth with a pop. “That was exhausting—my jaw is exhausted,” she says. You pull her towards you to kiss her fleetingly. “You don’t mind?” You shrug. “I mean, it was me; would’ve been different if it was another man.” She chuckles. “I suppose that makes sense.”

You ask if Wendy wants to keep going, and without a word said, she slides your cock into her pussy from a cowgirl position. “Oh, I’d say we’re still quite far from done.” Without being told, she begins moving up and down slowly, moaning freely with every move. You let her do whatever she wants with you; your hands that are placed on her hips serve no purpose other than to simply hold her.

“I love you,” Wendy mutters. “I love you more, sweetheart,” you reply. A smile appears on her face. “The name sounds so cute coming from your lips.” Wendy leans to kiss you, and you welcome her warmly. “You can actually feel my love, can’t you?” You nod. “Your tight grip is the perfect cherry on top.” Your little joke makes her giggle. “Sure, oppa.”

Before long, Wendy tells you that she’s getting exhausted from bouncing herself on your lap, and before you take this to a typical guy-on-top position, you ask if she can try grinding her crotch against yours. Wendy complies right away; she’s curious as to how it will feel. “Oh, this is nice,” she whispers. “It is, isn’t it—we’re so in love, and things feel so pure and sincere.” Wendy nods. “My love for you is sincere,” she piles on.

You don’t know how long Wendy has been grinding on you, but one thing that’s certain is that you’re approaching your finishing point. “Love, we’ll switch now, okay?” “What—ah!” Wendy suddenly finds herself lying underneath you. “Sorry, but we need to keep going,” you say. Her heart starts racing; the idea of not having control during sex is still quite intimidating for her. “S-sure.”

Wendy hides her face in the crook of your neck as she takes fast and deep thrusts from you. “Fuck!” A loud scream flies out her lips when your cock hits a particular spot. “Love, again—please, please, please,” she chants, eager to feel such stimulation once more.

To fulfill her request, you make sure your cock gets as deep as possible into her, and this is when Wendy’s eyes start rolling backwards. You laugh internally—the graceful and elegant woman most employees often refer to as boss is becoming such a mess in bed. “You’re cute,” you quip.

Soon, Wendy announces that she’s going to burst, so in this final stretch before she blows, you make sure you don’t let up the stimulation, trying your hardest to maintain the pace of your movements. “Please, please—oh, fuck!” Orgasm takes Wendy high to cloud nine, her mouth stuck open. You slowly pull out of her, and this is when her a bit of her juice leaks out onto the bed. “I’ll get us some water, baby.”

You return to the bedroom with a glass of water and help Wendy take a sip. “Thank you, oppa.” You notice that she’s still panting rather heavily. “Do you want to catch your breath for a moment?” She shakes her head. “Let’s continue; the sooner we finish, the sooner we can rest.”

Wendy rolls over onto her stomach, and with her permission, you slide back into her from behind. “Please be gentle,” she says, and you’re promptly reminded that you went a bit too rough on her a few days ago. “Of course.” You start off slowly but then gradually pick up the pace. “This is fine, right?” Wendy nods. “Y-yes, this is good.”

The fact that her thighs are closed makes her feel even tighter than before. “Fuck, so tight,” you blurt. “Just for you, my love—fuck, how are you this big.” You bend forward and peck the back of her head. “Just for you, my love,” you return her words. She chuckles. “You’ve forgotten that Jiho bitch, haven’t you?” You squeeze her neck just enough to make Wendy realize her mistake. “S-sorry,” she says.

You return to the task at hand after that brief pause, and you notice something. “I won’t last long.” She nods. “You’ve lasted long enough anyway.” You chuckle; it was just a simple sentence, but it feels like she’s fanning your fire of ego. “If you say so, sweetheart.”

-

“With the authority that has been given to me, I declare you husband and wife.”

The room explodes into claps and cheers; it seems that those who are present are as happy as you are today. You glance at Wendy’s parents who are in the most front row, and the smiles on their faces. “Thank you,” you mouth, and they nod in response.

“You may kiss your spouse.”

His words make you laugh. “I’ve kissed her plenty of times, mister,” you joke. Wendy joins you in laughing. “God, just kiss me already.” With it, you pull your wife into a kiss, and the crowd cheers once again.

“Congratulations, sir and madam; I hope that you have a good life together.”

You thank the man for the kind words while deep inside, you also pray to whatever higher being is listening in for a happy life with your new wife, your second lease on love.

“Hey, love,” her words snap you out of your trance. “I love you.” You exhale deeply. “I love you more.”

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leon s. kennedy

contains: ftm.reader, readers clit is referred as a dick sometimes, perv leon, t-clit sucking, leon cumming untouched, overstimulation, squirting, not proofread

note: i’m kinda alive, sorry…….my horny thoughts weren’t transferring on my screen good enough

leon was relentless when he figured out you had a pussy, like, downright feral. when you first showed him your pussy he was in awe, he thought it was absolutely adorable, especially the way your clit tried to grow into a small dick. you were embarrassed about showing him, you thought he would find it disgusting. most people did, but what you didn’t expect is to feel leon’s mouth cover your dick.

“wh- hey! l-leon you can’t just-“ you were interrupted but a hard suck to your small cock, you were shivering above leon. he didn’t want to stop sucking your cock for any amount of time, he was lapping up your juices like a dehydrated man in a desert. anytime you tried to pull your hips away he let out a throaty growl before grabbing you by your ass and shoving you forward, he took you trying to lessen the pleasure he could give you as an insult.

how dare you try to stop him from sucking you off? do you know who he is? he enjoyed hearing you whine and cry out for him, the way your hands grabbed fistfuls of his hair to guide his face to the best way to pleasure your cock. “shit. not close enough.” he mumbled into your cunt before lifting one of your legs to be over his shoulder, you were now stuck wobbling on one leg as leon sucked your cock like it was the best this he had ever tasted.

“l-leon! please ‘m g-gonna cum!” you warned, hips grinding into his face almost violently. he gave a hum of approval that sent vibrations to your cock, your back arched, your hands in his hair tightened, you let yourself cum in his mouth. you glanced down to see leon gulping down your cum, his eyes were hazy and his grip on your ass tightened. he needed more, way more from you. “sorry, it’s gonna be sensitive…” he whispered before continuing to suck you cock, you let out a scream before covering your mouth in embarrassment. he was ruthless now, tongue gliding all around your cute cock while two of his big fingers bullied your g-spot.

you tried to pull his head away from your cock, your body was convulsing and twitching. he was lost in your pussy, it’s like he was possessed, bobbing his head slightly to see how you would react. his eyes never left your face, he thought you looked absolutely adorable like this. tears coating your cute cheeks, sweat making you look shiny, you trying desperately to pull his head away almost made him laugh.

“l-leon…s-something’s — fuck! — coming o-out!” you were worried, it felt like you were going to pee. you tried to warn leon, tried to get him to stop but he refused, just talking you through it with your cock on his tongue. “just let go baby, you can do it. just a bit more and you’ll make me so happy, okay pretty?” you whined at his words, suddenly curling your body over leon’s head before gushing in leon’s mouth. leon’s eyes widened slightly before letting his eyes roll back, your taste alone was enough to make him cum in his pants, and it did.

he gulped down as much of the clear liquid he could, some of the liquid spilling down his chin. he was whining almost as loud as you, fingers still pumping out of you, wanting you to ride out your high. leon finally let you pul your hips away from his mouth, you looked down at leon with a small pout. leon was licking his fingers clean, he looked up at you with a smug smile. “so…still think i find your dick disgusting?”

[diamonddaze01]

business 101

pairing: csc x f!reader | wc: 1.3k genre/au: rival ceos, fluff, humor | warnings: none | rating: pg a/n: prequel to the contractual obligations universe // based on an ask for my 101 drabble prompt game!

The lecture hall buzzed with the usual pre-class chatter. The faint hum of laptops, the rustle of notebooks, and the occasional murmur of stress about looming midterms filled the air. You sank into your chair, flipping open your laptop to the blank document titled Business 101 Project.

“Group assignments will be randomized,” the professor announced from the podium, his voice loud enough to silence most of the murmuring. “Your task: create a comprehensive business plan for a hypothetical company. It’s due at the end of the semester. Creativity is welcome, but analysis and execution will determine your grade. Teams will be four people each, and I expect professionalism.”

When the names appeared on the screen, your heart sank.

Group 8: Choi Seungcheol, Jeonghan Yoon, Joshua Hong, Y/N L/N

You glanced around, spotting Jeonghan waving lazily at you with an amused smirk, while Joshua offered a polite nod. Then your eyes landed on Seungcheol. His lips quirked into a lopsided grin, the kind that spoke volumes—mostly about how annoying he planned to be.

“Great,” you muttered under your breath, earning a chuckle from Jeonghan, who had slid into the seat next to you. Jeonghan and Joshua—reliable, at least. But Choi Seungcheol? He caught your gaze and offered a cocky smirk.

Fantastic.

By the end of the first meeting, it was clear how things were going to go.

“We need a solid foundation,” Joshua said, tapping his pen thoughtfully against the table. “Let’s start with a service idea and build from there.”

“Something scalable,” you agreed. “Like a subscription model—low entry cost, high potential for growth.”

“That’s boring,” Seungcheol cut in, his voice casual but gratingly dismissive. “Why not focus on a bold product launch? Something with impact.”

“Impact doesn’t pay the bills,” you shot back, narrowing your eyes. “We need a strategy that’s actually sustainable.”

“Sustainable,” he repeated, leaning back and folding his arms. “Sure. Let’s just settle for mediocre so we don’t have to take any risks.”

“And crash and burn if it flops?” you shot back, unable to hide your irritation. “That’s reckless.”

Seungcheol leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms with a smirk. “No risk, no reward.”

“No risk, no grade either,” you retorted, your voice sharper than intended.

Jeonghan cleared his throat, breaking the tension. “I see this is going to be... fun.” He exchanged a glance with Joshua, who already looked like he regretted his life choices.

By the third meeting, the rivalry had reached critical mass. 

“Who made you the CEO of this group?” Seungcheol snapped after you vetoed one of his flashier ideas.

“I’m not the CEO,” you retorted, jabbing a finger at the project outline. “I’m just the one who doesn’t want us to fail.”

“Fail?” he repeated with a mock laugh. “Right, because your ideas are so revolutionary. Let’s hear it for our subscription box for socks or whatever you’re pitching.”

You glared. “Socks sell.”

“Not as much as actual creativity,” he shot back.

Jeonghan sighed dramatically. “I’m this close to quitting college,” he muttered to Joshua, who nodded solemnly.

 This was now less a project, and more a battlefield. You and Seungcheol clashed over every detail—budget projections, marketing angles, even the font choices for the presentation slides. Jeonghan coined the term “Wednesday Night War” after one particularly heated Zoom meeting, where the two of you had yelled over each other for a full ten minutes before Joshua muted you both.

Despite the arguments—or maybe because of them—the project came together. By some miracle, your calculated planning and Seungcheol’s riskier ideas balanced each other out. When the group received an A, Joshua and Jeonghan looked ready to celebrate.

You and Seungcheol, however, couldn’t even agree on that.

“I carried this project,” he said, smirking at you as the grades were handed back.

“Excuse me?” you said, turning to him. “If you carried it, then I was the one steering so you didn’t walk us off a cliff.”

“You’re welcome for my bold ideas,” he replied.

“And you’re welcome for my common sense,” you shot back, storming out of the classroom before you could strangle him.

A celebration was inevitable. After weeks of late nights and endless bickering, Jeonghan declared a house party to blow off steam. You weren’t in the mood for it, but Joshua’s pleading eyes and the promise of free drinks eventually won you over. The house was packed, the bass from the speakers thrumming through your chest. You spotted Jeonghan and Joshua near the makeshift bar, both nursing drinks and chatting with friends. 

Jeonghan greeted you with a sly grin. “And here I thought you were too good for us,” he teased, handing you a drink.

“I’m here for Joshua,” you replied, taking a sip. “Not you or him.”

“You mean Seungcheol?” Jeonghan asked innocently, his grin widening when you glared at him.

Across the room, Seungcheol leaned against the counter, laughing at something someone had said. His dark shirt clung to his shoulders in a way that annoyed you—it was unfair how effortlessly attractive he looked, especially when you could practically feel him waiting to pick another fight.

When his eyes met yours, he smirked.

You should’ve walked away, but instead, you marched straight up to him.

“Are you stalking me now?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“Stalking?” he echoed, raising an eyebrow. “You’re in my space.”

“Your space?” you scoffed. “Pretty sure this is Jeonghan’s house.”

“Semantics.”

The two of you fell into your usual rhythm of bickering, the tension between you thick enough to draw the attention of Jeonghan and Joshua.

“They’re at it again,” Joshua remarked, taking a sip of his drink.

Jeonghan sighed dramatically. “Why don’t they just kiss already?”

Joshua smirked, nodding toward where you and Seungcheol stood toe-to-toe. “Wait for it.”

Back near the bar, the argument had reached new heights.

“You think you’re so much better because you play it safe?” Seungcheol taunted, his voice low but heated.

“And you think being reckless makes you a visionary?” you fired back, stepping closer. 

“You wouldn’t know a bold move if it slapped you in the face,” he shot back, his tone biting.

“Do you ever shut up?” you snapped, stepping closer.

“Do you?” he fired back, his smirk daring you to do something about it.

The crowd around you began to thin as people sensed the escalating tension. Seungcheol’s jaw tightened, his eyes locked on yours. For a moment, neither of you spoke, the air between you crackling.

Then he grabbed your wrist.

“We’re settling this,” he growled, his voice quiet enough that only you could hear.

“Excuse me?” you sputtered, but he was already pulling you through the crowd, his grip firm but not rough.

From across the room, Jeonghan raised his glass to Joshua with a knowing smile. “Told you.”

“Bet you a round they don’t come back for hours,” Joshua added, and Jeonghan laughed, clinking his glass.

Seungcheol dragged you into an empty room, the noise of the party muffled by the closed door. He let go of your wrist, turning to face you with a look you couldn’t quite decipher.

“You can’t just—” you began, but the words died in your throat as he stepped closer.

“Can’t just what?” he challenged, his voice quieter now but no less intense.

Your breath hitched as the tension that had simmered for weeks finally reached its boiling point. “What do you want from me, Seungcheol?”

He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he cupped your face in his hands and kissed you. It wasn’t gentle or tentative—it was hungry, desperate, like he’d been holding himself back for far too long.

You froze for half a second before kissing him back just as fiercely, your hands tangling in his hair as the weeks of frustration and tension melted away into something electric.

The rest of the world disappeared. All that existed was the way his hands gripped your waist, the press of his body against yours, the taste of beer on his lips.

When you finally pulled apart, both of you were breathing hard, your foreheads resting against each other.

“This doesn’t mean I like you,” you whispered, your voice shaky but defiant.

Seungcheol smirked, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “Yeah? Keep telling yourself that.”

[bluecollarmcandtf]

M O O N L I G H T ™

Chapter II

On my last sweep of the house, I check each pledge before the party. Moonlight™ is now partnered with Greek life on campus, and it's the perfect tool for hazing. As president, the app recognizes me as their manager, so I alone get to boss the mind controlled idiots around!

"Pledge!" I snap.

"Yes, brother, sir!" he barks back, yelling it loud and clear without any reservations.

I forget what his name is; Jason, maybe? As long as he's being puppetted around by the Moonlight™ app, it doesn't matter. He'll answer to anything I call him with a rigid smile and a purple stare. He might technically be asleep, but honestly I prefer underclassmen this way. They're much less annoying.

"Scrub these toilets good!" I sneer enjoying the way he hangs on my every word, "You're the janitor for Delt-Ep-Phi's party tonight! I don't want to see any shit or puke unless you're mopping it up! Got it?"

"Yes, brother, sir!"

Just like that, my obedient janitor agrees to my orders and resumes mopping like his life depends on it. At the very least, Moonlight™ has made these pledges more effective. It would have been impossible to force menial work on a freshman without getting a half-assed result. Too many of the guys at this school are rich kids from prep schools: the kind that would be mortified to be near a mop, let alone clad in some sticky maintenance uniform. I bet Jacob, or whatever the fuck his name is, would be mortified to find out that this thing hasn't been washed in years. We just keep throwing it in the closet for the next pledge we have moonlight as janitor. The only thing that makes the dank BO of the garb bearable is the accompanying scent of cleaning chemicals.

I ignore the smell and give the guy a slap on the neck, leaving him to mop the bathroom in silence. My next stop is the kitchen, where I check on my younger cousin Tristan. Tonight, he's just the dishwasher.

"Sup, dude," I say, "Grab me a beer."

"Yes, brother, sir!" he yells back like an army cadet, obediently fetching a bottle from the fridge and opening it for me.

"How's dish-duty?"

"It's amazing! I love being the dishwasher, brother, sir!" my cousin beams.

It's weird to see him like this; with glowing eyes and forced grin. The Tristan I know is charming and unbothered, normally gliding through conversation with subtle looks and gestures. He's normally got this cool style that wins over girls and intimidates guys, so it doesn't help that he's all dressed up in the frat's old dish-boy uniform. I really hate that an upperclassman wrote on his forehead. That'll make classes next week a bit awkward. I suppose it's just a normal part of hazing, and I'm not going to make an exception just because he's my family.

"You gonna be a good dishwasher for the party tonight?" I probe, taking a sip of beer.

"Yes, brother, sir!" he declares, "I'll be ready at the sink for anything that needs cleaned, and I'll be ready to refill any of my brother's drinks."

"That's right, and remember only brothers can get a refill. Girls have to ask one of us to get it from you," I make sure to clarify. It makes it a lot easier to pick up girls when they have to approach us for their next drink. If only I could use Moonlight™ on them to put them to work as the frat's strippers or something. That'd really be getting the most out of the app!

Heavy bass blares from the other room: the party's getting started. I've already spent too much time with Tristan, so I say bye to my cousin and head on out to the main area.

Standing by the door is our coat rack: his name's Kyle, and he's much better as furniture.

"Your arms tired yet, Kyle?" I sneer.

"No, brother, sir!" he grins back.

I laugh a bit when I notice someone wrote a 'kick me' message, pointing at his crotch. A guy like Kyle could definitely use a good kick in the nuts. The freshman came to our call-out with an insanely high opinion of himself. He seemed to think he had every right to get in because he was a legacy. Apparently, his dad is rich alumni so we couldn't refuse him, but that didn't make him immune to our new hazing ritual via Moonlight™. He definitely got the worst job in the house. He might not be scrubbing toilets or cleaning dishes, but his arms are sure to be sore as fuck by morning; not to mention all the kicks in the groin he's guaranteed to get!

"Are you gonna hold those coats, pledge?" I snarl in his face, getting only a cold smile in return.

"Yes, brother, sir!"

"And why is that?" I spit menacingly.

"Because I'm a coat rack, brother, sir!"

"That's right, and coat racks don't react when they get a kick in the balls, right?"

"No, brother, sir!"

With a chuckle, I swing my foot into his crotch. Kyle jerks, but his lips remain stretched across his face in a toothy grin. His body can't help but flinch at the sudden pain, but it only takes a second for Moonlight™ to reassert control. Barely a few seconds have passed and he's back, stiffly holding his arms out, sweating from the effort of being completely still.

"Thank you, brother, sir!" he manages to say. I guess one of the upperclassmen told Kyle to thank anyone who gives him a kick. That'll be a fun little party trick!

I give the guy a little slap on the face before I leave. Tonight's party is gonna be off the hook! I've still got some time before it starts, maybe I can catch a minute to relax in my room. It's not that late yet, but I'm starting to feel the effects of a long day. I'd love to just lay down, even just for a second.

Unfortunately, I fall asleep...

The next day, I wake up when my phone dings with a notification from the frat group chat...

"What the fuck!" I jump out of bed, "What is this picture?"

Though I don't want it to be true, the picture appears to be me. I'm dressed up like some stupid waiter, with the same cringe smile and glowing eyes as any the other Moonlight™ employee, but that can't be right. We only use the app on pledges! There's no way in hell any of my brothers would sign me up like this!

I rack my brain for any memory of last night's party, trying to recall any clue that'll tell me this picture is a lie. The endeavor only hurts my head, but I do notice that I feel unusually sweaty for having just gotten an entire night's rest. My arm feels sore, and my pajamas feel awkward like I was drunk pulling them on.

"Dude, you were a great manservant last night!" one text reads.

"Totally think you should quit that finance degree and be a full-time butler!"

"I could get used to you fetching us drinks and giving us foot rubs!" another adds, "We should have done this years ago!"

I stare at the texts in horror and step into my bathroom. Sure enough, I see the word 'buttler' written across my forehead in sharpie. Someone must have thought it was hilarious to draw a stupid goatee on my face as well. My eye twitches as I stare at my reflection, rage boiling up inside of me.

"Why the fuck did you do that to me!" I text back, "I'm the fucking president!" Even through the phone, my words drip with malice.

"Don't dish out what you can't take!" one replies simply, "Just a prank, bro!"

I try to slow my breaths, but my fists are clenched painfully tight. I'm gonna beat whoever's idea this was! It's one thing for us to use Moonlight™ on freshmen, but I'm a senior and I refuse to spend my last year in this frat moonlighting as a butler! I'm supposed to be getting drunk and laid at these parties! Not marching around with a bowtie and silver tray, serving drinks and whatever the fuck else!

"I wouldn't get yourself too worked up, dude," a guy texts, "You might be in control now that your awake, but remember you're at our whim the second you fall asleep. I could have you scrubbing the floor with your toothbrush tonight if you don't behave yourself. Lol."

The message makes me see red, but he's right. An overwhelming sense of helplessness falls over me. I could beat those fuckers up now, but what would that make them do later? They already wrote on my face with permanent ink! What if they made me shave my head or get a tattoo! Fuck!

This can't be legal, but honestly, I have no idea what the contract stated when we signed up for the app! How do I even go about cancelling this Moonlight™ job? The tech is so convoluted and hard to use!

In the meantime, I'll be lucky if all they make me do is serve them their drinks and do their chores. I guess I can live with that for a short while.

With a grimace of resignation, I text back, "Good one, guys."

[mar-iiposa]

prompt: the boys find out that their s/o snorts when they laugh

tag(s)/warnings: GN reader, suggestive comments/themes/jokes, vv fluffy

requests: open

authors note at the end for readers!! stay tuned :D

Leonardo:

he’s trimming his bonsai (you know how much he treasures them)

he’s slightly humming “boy’s a liar too

you’re reading a book whilst in the dojo

the dojo is quiet except for the calculated snips

you decided to save the next chapter of your book for later, so you quietly go on your phone

until you see a cute couples date idea on your ‘for you’ page

“hey, leo?”

you didn’t expect your voice to come off as wayy louder than intended

and neither did your boyfriend

the blue-masked ninja jumps at the unexpected noise

so much so that he knocks his bonsai over

his heart stops and he swiftly dove to the floor and scrambled to juggle the plant before finally catching it

he wipes his forehead and breathes a loud sigh of relief

however, you’re laughing your literal ass off

never have you seen him so visibly stressed

you were convinced he was gonna have a heart attack

hunched over and gripping your own sides, you’re hollering

and out comes snorts while you laugh

but as soon as you realize you’re snorting, you put a hand to your mouth

as you blink in embarrassment and security,

leo smiles over at you in adoration

with those criminal cute dimples too

“what was tha-?”

“you heard nothing.”

“babe, I know what I heard.”

you look away in pure embarrassment, heavily avoiding eye contact

“I know it’s weird-“

he’s now visibly confused

like wtf??? wdym ‘weird’??

he thought, if anything, that he’s the weird one

considering he’s a mutant turtle

“how is that gorgeous laugh weird?”

you’re about to respond when you pause

your cheeks grow warm

“what-“

“you heard me.”

and he’s giving you that little coy yet sincere smile of his

“you should laugh like that more often, princess.”

your jaw has dropped

he takes a few steps towards you

and he gently holds your chin, lifting it so that you look up at him

eye contact (l o r d)

“I like that raw beauty.”

you sink into your seat, oh my god

he chuckles softly and pecks your lips with a kiss before walking out of the dojo

you’re stunned.

and why are you turned on-

Raphael:

so we all know raph

and he is the biggest “gym rat”

( no offense to master splinter )

and you guys know those squats that you do with weights???

yeah, well, raph wanted to try those out today

and so he did

but it didn’t go by unnoticed

you were spotting raph (gym term) when mikey passed by

and my god, does mikey always have something to say

right as raph was mid-squat

“nice ass-popping, raph”

you

you LOST IT

in tears laughing

mikey instantly fled from the scene

the look on raphael’s face just made it so much better

and so did it make you laugh much harder

thus, you began to laugh your “real laugh”

snort after snort surrounded your laughter

uncontrollably snort-laughing

“ya got the hiccups there?”

and just as quickly as he mentioned it, you were just as quick to stop it

you stood from your seat and your brows furrowed together

he knew that look

that was when he knew he was screwed

and off you went, grabbing your things and ready to head up go the surface and back home for the night

he strides after you, reaching out for your arm

but you pull it back before he can get the chance

“babe, what’s wro-“

you stop briefly outside of the lair’s entrance, tears pricking at your eyes

you feel the droplets on your lashes, and you can’t look at him

so, he stands in front of you

and his heart stings

“I feel like a pig,” you cough slightly as you begin to cry

raph’s expression instantly softens

“baby… yer speakin’ nonsense.”

he gently takes your hand in his big, rough and calloused one

“everyone always says that when they hear my real laugh.”

your pout quivers as your lips do so, your shoulders shaking slightly as you cry

you move to cover your mouth and half of your face with your other hand as you cry

but he stops you

and he carefully places it on his cheek

and his left hand rests on your cheek too

“raphae-“

“I love ev’rythin’ about ya. sweet cheeks, look at me.”

your gaze flickers to meet his amber eyes

“you could have a million laughs… but this one right here? jesus, that one’s my favorite. now that’s for sure.”

you get on your toes and desperately hug your much-taller boyfriend

now this is one of the reasons he’s the love of your life

“I love you, raphie.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

Donatello:

that’s it

he’s convinced you are 110% his soulmate

and here he thought that he had the worst and dorkiest laugh

this snort-laugh of yours occurred when donnie had accidentally taken a sip of scorchingly-hot coffee

he was sleep deprived

thus, he forgot how hot coffee could be

directly after pouring it

and you weren’t quick enough to stop him

so you snort laugh, stomping a little as you throw your head back in your chair

he used to hate his own laugh that involved tons of snorting sounds

but now you’ve effortlessly convinced him that it’s the best laugh in the entire universe

“what was that?”

donnie’s got the biggest and most goofiest grin on his face

“I can explain-“

his grin expands

“yeah, huh? give me another demonstration, darling.”

you shake your head in disagreement

just as you open your mouth to further reply, he continues

“oh, I bet I can out-snort you, jellybean.”

a wicked grin plastered on his face

and a mirroring grin begins to grow on yours too

“how much are we talkin’?”

“un-licked poptarts.”

“annddd?”

“annddd I’ll have to be out of the lab for a week.”

woah

this dude was serious

“deal. pleasure doing business with you, an-“

“nuh uh, no stalling. let’s hear it, you first.”

donnie gestured towards you to start off the competition

you give a purposely-snarky little laugh, snorting near the end

your boyfriend gives a nod of approval

“very cute, might be hard to beat.”

then he gives it a go

“such a rookie”

he shoots such a devastatingly-cute yet playful grin over at you

he then cracks his knuckles

“game on.”

and so now this just sparks your competitive side

you two spend the next 15 minutes just going back and forth

and those passing by right outside of the lab are so confused

“what the hell’s going on in there-”

Michelangelo:

thank god he’s a comedian

you’ve giggled countless times around mikey and towards his jokes

he’s a funny one

indefinitely getting giggles and chuckles straight out of you

but your actual laugh???

it had yet to be unleashed

until today

your boyfriend’s trying to show you how to get creative with your art

lately, you’ve been out of the zone

and who better than than the master of creativity himself to help you out of your art block?

so here you are in the sewers, spray painting on the walls

“angelcakes, you’re too stiff! you gotta relax, chillll”

“but I’m trying!”

he moves to stand directly behind you, covering your eyes with the tails of his mask, his hands over them as well

“what’re you doing?”

“just spray with your eyes closed and move, babes.”

you inhale and then exhale

with a few movements here and there, you decide to start off small until you could hopefully gain inspiration from there

instead, all you got was a surprise

“IS THAT A PENIS?”

apparently, you accidentally drew one

mikey yelped, falling to the floor as he banged his fist against it in fits of laughter

he had the humor of a middle-school boy

and so did you

top tier comedy imo

you kneeled down to the floor beside him

clapping your hands, you feel yourself losing control of your body

and that accounts and goes for your laugh too

least expecting it, you begin to snort as you uncontrollably laugh

some squeals in there too as you try to regain your composure

he laughs harder, pointing at you

you nearly feel the insecurity start to seep in

that is until you hear him go “awee!”

and your heart melts

but not as much as his has

“you like my snorting??”

“who wouldn’t?! it’s the cuuutest thing ever, baby!”

you swore that you fell deeper in love with this man

somehow

you both just sit there in those sewers

laughing over an accidental penis drawing

and continuing to laugh like a couple of fools

lovesick fools

author’s note: hello, everyone!! glad to be back! I’ve been on hiatus recently, but I hope to be more active and produce more fanfics and headcanons for you guys :) I am currently open to requests, so please send them my way! and don’t limit yourself, you can send as manyyyy requests as you want!! please leave comments and stuff, they fuel my motivation and validation tbh 🫶 thank you for reading, thrilled to be back!!

[chatterbox-73]

Twelve days of Smutcember 2024.

Day 3 - An actress’ ‘hero’.

Eijiro Kirishima x fem!Reader.

This story is a smut story for Smutcember, I’ll be writing more characters x reader one shots for Smutcember and if you want to see a character please let me know...

finally I think it’s important to note, I might be a person who celebrates Christmas, however I know not everyone does so I won’t/try not to mention or reference any particular festive holiday in these one shots, out of respect for everyone.

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞

Please read the first part to this: A hero’s ’Actress’

Summary: after filming a rough and hot video with a pro hero, you find yourself bumping into him again now craving a more soft and warm version of him.

Word count: 2.3k

CW: NSFW and adult content, sex tape, porn-actress!reader, nude picture, mention of Masturbation, mention of L-word, mention of toys, oral (f!receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, couch sex, mention of rough sex.

You sat on a park bench next to a man in a baseball cap and a medical mask, you fixed your sunglasses as you shifted slightly, still feeling sore from your previous activities, the man’s arm was rested over the back of the bench and his legs were spread wide, “are you still hurting from earlier?” He asked and you chuckled, “nah, I’m alright” you lied and the red haired hero hummed.

Kirishima and you had started filming in the morning and finished filming at 3pm, you had been fucked every possible way by the manly hero and after you had finished he had offered to take you for a late lunch, he had bought you hot pot, then you both went to the movies, before getting a light snack and going to the park to sit and talk, “I’m grateful I was able to experience this… with my job it’s difficult to sleep with people because they might talk to the media” Kirishima sighed and you nodded, “I understand, most people don’t like dating someone who works in porn” you chuckled and he laughed, “can’t imagine why” he joked and rested his hand over your shoulder, before he leant in and looked down at your lips, “thanks for everything, it was a lot of fun” he hummed and looked back up at your eyes, “I’m gonna kiss you, that alright?” He asked and you nodded before closing your eyes tightly and waiting, however just as you felt his breath on your lips, a loud ringing sounded from his watch and the caused Kirishima to pull back completely and stand up, “I’m sorry, I’ve gotta start work…” he sighed and you stood, however just before the man turned to leave he pulled you into a hug and cupped your cheek in his hand, “let’s catch up again, just for a regular date…” he hummed and kissed your lips lightly, your face went red and he laughed, “so cute” he pinched your cheek before turning and leaving you in the middle of the park.

You walked home slowly still feeling the sting of the hero’s passion on you, you muttered to yourself about it probably being best you don’t go on a date with the hero as he was so rough with you and you’re certain you wouldn’t be able to withstand that level of roughness on a regular basis, “fuck my ass hurts” you groaned as you stepped into the elevator up to your apartment, you muttered complaint after complaint, until you had finally stumbled into your bathroom.

You slowly peeled the clothes from your body, before standing and looking over yourself, you turned and looked at the back, the large scratch marks all around your back, ass and thighs only now started to scream in pain, you groaned and moved to turn on the bath, you examined the numerous bite marks over you.

It seemed the more you looked the more you’d find, and so to save yourself from the pain and stress of more discoveries you simply stepped into the bath and relaxed, you continued to relax and recover from the following week, your workplace had been nice enough to give to a week of PTO, though you had the suspicions that the money for this time off was coming out of your paycheque from the filming with Kirishima, though that was a problem for the future you.

Halfway through your week off you were delivered the tape of you and Kirishima, along with a large photo book of all the still-shots and the pictures you both posed for, you looked through the first few pages and you had to admit the picture looked great, one picture caught your eye, it somewhat stood out against the other picture, you laid back and looked as though you were almost completely fucked out, body slack in Kirishima’s arms, your own arms draped around his neck as he pressed the side of his face into your breast and nestled his cock inside you as cum leaked out around him, it looked so peaceful and like you were just two lovers spending a precious moment together, the content and calm expressions you both held made your heart leap, this picture felt more like art then pornography, you removed it from the book and made your way into your small office, you grabbed a key from off your desk and opened the bottom drawer before placing the photo in with other precious things you’d collected from your time working at an ‘actress’.

You placed the disk into the DVD player and clicked on your Tv, you paused the video before it started to play, you walked into the closet in your room and grabbed your box of toys, you placed the box on your bed and rummage through it to find the large red dildo that was quite similar to Kirishima, as well as the pack of condoms and bottle of lube in the box, however you grumbled looking at the empty box and near empty bottle, “of course” you huffed and began slipping pants on, you grumbled as you left your apartment

Walking down the street the cold nipping your nose, you grumbled and hugged your arms around yourself, you originally had full intentions of buying some condoms and lube before heading home and experiencing that new video, however now your mood was off and all you really wanted was to eat some greasy food and watch an entire season of any cheesy drama medical show.

Huffing you still grabbed the items you came out for before grabbing a bag of chips and some other snacks, you walked up to the checkout and please your money down for the cashier to count before she bagged your items and placed your change down on the counter, you counted your money and placed it in your pocket before leaving, thanking the woman as you did so. The street was still cold but less full now, not so many people were walking around which made it easy for you to quickly notice a figure following a little ways behind you, you quicken your pace and frequently looked back only to see the figure getting closer, before you knew it you felt a hand rest itself on your shoulder and this caused you to scream and swing your shopping bag towards the person holding your shoulder, the bag made contact with their face, they groaned but still held tight to your shoulders, “it’s me…” they chuckled and you looked closely at them, finding it wasn’t an attacker but the pro hero who’d been on your mind, Red riot, Kirishima.

“It’s you… I thought you were an attacker” you huffed and grabbed a hold of his hand, “yeah sorry about that, I just finished having dinner with Tamaki-senpai and saw you as I was leaving” he explained and you nodded, Kirishima looked down at your bag “what have you got there?” He asked and you shifted before grabbing his bicep and moving in closer, “I got the copy of our video together, so I had to buy some things to help me relax” you smiled and ran your hand down his arm to grasp his own hand, “relaxing after a long day sounds like a good idea” he hummed and leant into your ear, you pressed your lips against his neck and whispered, “I have enough to help us both relax if you follow me” you began pulling the man in the direction of your apartment, and suddenly you found yourself back in the mood for some fun, to which you were going to take full advantage of.

You opened your front door and grabbed Kirishima but the front of his belt, pulling him inside and dragging him into the living room, you pushed him to sit onto the couch and dropped your shopping bag next to him, climbing on his lap and quickly removing your shirt, “you move quick… not even showing me a moment of doubt” he chuckled and removed his own shirt before pulling your bra off, Kirishima brought his mouth to rest over one of your nipples, suckling on it before grabbing the other breast and moulding it in his hand, “still as soft as I remember” he hummed around your sensitive nipple, you moaned and dragged your fingers into his heavily gelled hair, “I need you in me…” you whined and he shook his head, “not yet… first I need to do something” he hummed and lifted you off him.

Kirishima laid you back on the couch and pulling your pants and underwear off before moving the shopping bag onto the table, he leant down and began gently kissing your stomach, he kissed and traced pattens with his hot tongue, you moaned loudly and shifted your hips silently begging him to move down, “you want me to lick your sweet cunt?” He questioned and you whined, “yes, I need it… I’m desperate” your voice shook and your legs opened wide, ready for the man to pleasure you.

Kirishima groaned as his tongue flicked over your clit and he lapped up your juices before he slide two thick fingers inside you, your hips bucked and you whimpered feeling yourself edge close to completion, “I’m gonna… god I’m close, Kirishima” your hips continue to buck as he begins suckling on your clit, “use my name… say it” he groaned around your clit and you sobbed has your hips shook, while your legs closed around his head, “Eijiro… oh Eijiro I’m almost-“ you called out loudly but before you could finish you cut yourself off with a squeal as you released hard on him tongue and fingers, “fuck fuck fuck” you chanted and grabbed fistfuls of his hair as you bucked and ground your hips up into his mouth, prolonging your high as long as you could, the man chuckled and licked all over your sopping cunt, enjoying the way you so desperately need him.

Kirishima pulled back and smiled down at your spent body, he had continued eating you out after you came the first time and now you lay on the couch covered in sweat and pure bliss, “I think that’s it for today” he chuckled and your eyes shot open, “what, but I thought you’d put it in…” you sat up and grabbed as his very noticeable bulge, he groaned as you gently squeezed him, “yeah, but you looked so spent, I didn’t want to make you sick” he hummed and moved his hips in time with the gentle motion of your hand, “I’ll be alright… just take it easy on me this time” you moaned and hooked your finger into the waistband of his pants and pulled him towards you as you laid back and opened your leg ready to take him.

Shifting and holding you gently, Kirishima’s hips slid back and forth slowly as he watched was opening grip him tightly, “I’d never get tired of this, your so beautiful…” he hummed and push deeper into you, you moaned and tighten your arms around his neck as you whimpered in his ear, he ground his hip into you and began to lose himself in the sound of your sweet moans and whines, Kirishima felt you gradually getting tighter around him until it became almost impossible for him to move, “relax baby, I’m almost there” he grunted and wrapped his arms under your waist and pulled you up onto his lap, he slowly bounced you as he continued to whisper how sweet and beautiful you were, you grabbed his biceps and throw your head back before you felt yourself coming undone around him.

With your cheek resting on Kirishima’s shoulder, while drool and soft moans fell from your mouth as the hero slowly rubbed the last drops of his cum over your swollen clit, “still with me…” he chuckled and you whimpered, the man rubbing your back and gently slid his length back into you before he sat back on the couch and turned on the Tv, he chuckled as he noticed a dvd was already set up ready to be played, “should we watch it together?” He asked and you nodded turning your head to face the Tv, before he pressed play and the film started playing.

“This was honestly my favourite part of filming with you… it made me feel like your lover” Kirishima hummed as he lent your back against his chest and had your legs open wide while he slowly rubbed your clit and grinding your hips down onto him, you hummed in agreement as you watched the scene, you noticed it was from the picture earlier.

It was overwhelming, the way you moaned and whined, the way Kirishima spoke so calmly about how perfect you are, in all honesty you were surprised the words ‘I love you’ didn’t fall from your mouth one he started kissing your neck.

“I was so ready to ask you to be mine… but I didn’t wanna freak you out” Kirishima chuckled and watched the Tv, he watched as he kissed up your neck and took your lips before he came in you once again, “I remember how good that load felt…” you moaned and brought a hand up to the back of his neck, “in the state I was in, you could have asked me to dance on the palms of my hands and I’d have agreed” you chuckled and you felt the man behind you stiffened, you reached for the remote and turned off the Tv, “but to be honest I was excited to see you again, excited to sit and have a meal or drink with you” you spoke softly and he relaxed again before thrusting his hips up into you, “I think we should go on a proper date tomorrow… maybe brunch” he whispered and you moaned because leaning back into him, “I’d like that” you kissed his lips lightly and felt yourself fill with warmth before you came undone for the last time that night.

Day 2 - Tomura Shigaraki: Boss Level.

Day 4 - Levi Ackerman: Admiral Casual.

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[kyokutsu-sama]

"S/o is the captain of a squad too, but she is royalty just like Nozel and Fuegoleon, Yami has a crush on her but has never tried to get closer to her because of her status and because he thinks she will never give him a chance. How does Yami act when she's around and how would he try to get closer to her?"

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I really loved this headcanon. And I was curious, how would Nozel, Fuegoleon and William behave in the same situation? S/o can be royalty or not, it's up to you. But she's the new captain of a squad

Hii!! I also enjoyed writing that one.

Here is your request and I hope you like it✨️ Reader is from royalty here too.

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Nozel :

Nozel was one of the first to know that a new squad captain was arriving in the Clover kingdom. At first, he didn't care much about it, but knowing that she was royalty and had great prestige really made him think about the matter. When he arrived in the meeting room and saw her sitting so still and serene, he sat in front of her so he could admire every detail and draw his own conclusions about her. He didn't want to admit it but he was becoming very interested in her and wanted to spend as much time as possible with her, trying his best to show that he was the most competent among all the other captains. (Of course, it goes without saying that he would pout, angry at seeing Fuegoleon talking to her or interrupting something he said in the meeting to give a better structured opinion than his) He also couldn't escape Yami's provocations, who was also suspecting that he had feelings for her. "Good morning, Mr. braids! I heard that you're in love with captain L/n. You'd make a great couple!" The other captain teased and he narrowed his eyes at him, feeling angry at the other for that "Get out of my way, you filthy foreigner!"Nozel growled, passing him and Yami laughed out loud "Now look, he's blushing like hell!" Yami pointed and Nozel entered the office slamming the door

Fuegoleon :

Fuegoleon found out from his younger brother that Julius was going to introduce the new captain at a meeting. He was curious to know what she was like. He had been the first captain to arrive in the room, the new captain was already sitting there and looking at him when he came in. Captain Vermillion was somewhat taken aback when he saw her. She was beautiful and all of her showed strength and royalty. He asked if he could stay by her side and she agreed. He spent the entire meeting focused on her and her opinions. Intelligence was also something he took into account and she really captivated him not only with her determination but also with her intelligence. Since then, he started wanting to arrive early at meetings or calling her so they could both meet and talk about certain topics. One of those times, Mereoleona even appeared and interrupted them, with a smile on her face when she saw her brother with another woman. "WHAT?!! My brother finally found a someone. It took a while!" She said, approaching the two who were looking at her, not knowing what to say "SISTER! What do you think you're saying? You're embarrassing Captain L/n and on top of that she's new here!"Fuegoleon scolded his sister but she just laughed at him "I don't care and since you said she's new here, I hope she's at least aware that you're an asshole." The captain just laughed at the two brothers when they both started fighting at that siblings. She would have to get used to it as it was already tradition for the two to fight whenever they crossed paths.

William :

William had received a letter a few days ago to inform him of the arrival of a royal captain. The captain was happy and curious to know that a new comrade would come to help defend the Clover kingdom. Julius called all the captains to meet and that was when William met eyes with the newly arrived captain. He couldn't deny that she was a true royal precision and he even got a little nervous when she looked at him after his scar caught her attention. They both met a few times outside of work to talk and get closer, he was relieved to know that she wasn't bothered by his scar and that everything was fine because it wasn't a problem. William once used his magic to form a bouquet of flowers to offer her and it caused many murmurs within Golden Dawn HQ. Everyone began to leave their duties to spy on the captain's meetings with the woman who was occasionally invited to meet him. (Alecdora in the background like: It should be me! Why not me?)