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muntitled · 3 months ago

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Housewife Blues

Pairings: Terry Richmond x Housewife!Reader

Summary: Operation making a baby

Warnings: Language, Traditional Gender Roles, Controlling!Terry, Daddy Issues, Smut (+18) mdni, Degradation Kink, DDLG, Daddy Kink, Controlled Orgasm, Unprotected Sex

A/n: Reader literally calls him Daddy. Please don't read this if that's not your vibe.

When your days weren't spent caring for your home as an active military wife, you engaged in reading, crocheting, baking and positively, actively avoiding the southern housewives that haunted your sunny cul-de-sac. Terry knew you'd much rather be doing things alone when he was at work.

This woman was intruding on your alone time.

"We've got to stick together!" the woman had said, her voice dripped like her honeycomb hair haloing her head. You wouldn't have willingly opened the front door had you known she would be lurking on the other side. The amicable smile that was on your face was cracking.

You initially thought it might be your husband, come to surprise you, knocking off from work earlier than usual. All throughout the day, you had been eager to see him.

He had left you in quite the state this morning.

"Faster," he had commanded in that mahogany veneered voice as he watched you try and fail to give yourself even a sliver of the kind of pleasure you were used to. He liked watching you struggle to take your fingers that were far too small, nothing like his large, skillful hands that would drill into your cunt when you needed it to.

"Why are you slowing down?" He enquired calmly, his head leaning against the headboard as he watched you try to please yourself in order please him to the best of your abilities.

You were seated between his legs with your legs spread open. The only contact established between you two was your ass pressed against that bulge straining his boxers. If Terry was a lesser man, he'd forget that he was trying to teach you a lesson about coming without permission. If he wasn't so deeply wired with self control he mightve said fuck the lesson and pulled his cock out to slide inside your weeping cunt.

But he wasn't a lesser man.

And no matter how hard he got, he loved watching you struggle to make yourself cum.

"M'sorry okay?" Gone was the trace of bratiness in your tone. All that was left was a little girl's pathetic whine and even that made him harder.

"M'sorry, I wont cum without your permission again-" you craned your head back. Your cloudy hair moved across his chest as you met his eyes, "Please help me," you hoped eyes displayed your desperation. Even if that weren't enough you knew your next words would be. "Please, Daddy-" he made a sharp intake of breath and you knew you had him.

"I need y-"

"I need to go to work-"

Your eyes nearly popped out of your skull as the man behind you moved to rid himself of you.

"What!? You're just going to leave like that?!"

"Who're you talking to?" He had asked so calmly, with his head tilted, corralling you into absolute silence.

"I-"

"Give it' till this afternoon," he wasn't a complete monster. He kissed you on your forehead, making you feel whole even for a split second before ridding himself of you once again.

"Can you be good for me until this afternoon?" You loved when he did that. You loved when he spoke down at you, as if you weren't sporting numerous degrees. As if you weren't a fully autonomous woman.

You liked the break he gave you from thinking.

"I can." You had said. Completely determined not to touch yourself until he arrived home.

All day, your brain had been fuzzy with thoughts of him. 'The dangers of being a housewife', your best friend had called it. He was consuming your every thought. Your mind was plagued by images of him inside you. Your mouth. Your cunt. Your mind.

You had no time for this. Not time for her.

"We?" You reiterate with your head slightly tilted as you lean against the door you were itching to slam shut in her face. "We should stick together?" You asked it as if hoping to make sense of how in what world a woman like her and a woman like you might ever be classified as 'we'. In front of you stood the seemingly perfect example of a nuclear housewife. Poodle puff golden hair, bright eerie smile and a body that could reproduce, seemingly at will.

"Yes!" The blonde woman said, "Us wives of veterans, we need to stick together-"

"Oh-" you were in the process of shaking your head, "I- don't really see myself as a product of Terry's-"

"I think we should have a little meet up tonight! We'll wrangle up the husbands and the kids-"

"I've got no kids," You said so curtly it could've given anyone a harsh chill.

"You and Terry have no children?" Judging by the look on her face you could swear you've just admitted to some form of bio terrorism.

"No kids?" She nodded gravely. Far too gravely. "H-How interesting, well. That's okay! I'll just call our babysitter- She's a lovely girl. Hopefully you find someone like her when you and Terry finally get to it-"

"When her and Terry get to what?" You hadn't even heard that roar of the truck easing up the driveway, your mind had been far too plagued with images of your childless marriage to really pay it any mind. But you're very much of him now as he appears behind that stupid little housewife.

Like Pavlov's dog, your body and all its machinations react to the sound of Terry's voice alone.

The gravel that seemed to roll in his esophagus. The way he dwarves the woman taking up your precious time. He had finally come home, but here you were, being occupied by your neighbors, dressed in nothing except a tight fitting night dress.

"Oh Terry!" The woman said, hoping to steal his attention, despite his eyes remaining fastened on you, "How lovely to finally meet! I was just telling your lovely wife we should all have a family meet up- she informed me that you two don't want kids?"

"Have-" You said so quickly, "I said we don't have kids. Not that we don't want any."

Without sparing the woman another glance, Terry strolls past her. His large bicep squeezes you into the frame of the door as he walks up behind you but you don't mind. In fact you suddenly feel calmer in his shadow. Your nerves are both calm and set alight as he moves his heavy arms around your waist.

"You explained yourself?" He bends down, his lips pressed against your ear, "You didn't need to do that." Your mouth stammered open as the woman by your doorstep pales.

"Well- I was just enquiring-" the woman attempts to salvage the situation but Terry’s already pulling you into the house.

"We'll come back to you about the dinner-”

“We could set a date right now and-”

“Excuse me,” Terry says, “We gotta go make that baby we apparently don't want-” you catch a final glimpse of that woman. Her mouth stammered open.

Terry's leading you towards the couch and you follow him, your fingers wrapped around his pinky. You swallow heavily watching his back muscles contract.

He's so big.

So in control.

It has your mind swimming in the pools of subspace as he lowers his frame to the couch. He pulls you into his lap and you yelp as the skirts of your dress fan around his lap.

For a moment all is quiet.

You evade eye contact and he tries to hide his smile as he forces you to interlock your hands behind his neck while his titan hands meet around your waist. You were quite literally trapped.

“That woman probably isn't going to talk to me again after that little display of yours,” you mumble lowly and he chuckles softly as he brings his nose to the crook of your neck and he breathes in.

“Try not to sound so pleased about that.”

“I have to make friends, Terry-” your breath stammers when you feel his pillow lips open up until he's pressing his tongue to the sensitive skin by your neck.

“Did you touch yourself?” He asks and despite his words holding that usual sliver of control, you can feel the slight eagerness to his actions. His steadily hardening cock straining through the front of his jeans and his restless hands moving underneath the skirt of your dress.

“No, you told me not to.”

“I've told you not to do many things,” he presses another kiss to your temple and you breathe in rather sharply when his fingers reach your inner thigh. “Sometimes you don't give a shit about what I say.”

“I promise I didn't touch myself,” it was becoming difficult to breathe. Your mind descended into lechery as his fingers inched up your thigh and you opened your legs slightly. “Honest.”

“Should I check the cameras?” Your body tensed ever so slightly and for someone as observant as Terry was trained to be, you knew he spotted it.

“We have cameras?”

“You think I'd just leave you in this hick ass town alone throughout the day and not have cameras in the house?”

“Oh- well-”

“Doesn't matter if you touched yourself, does it?” Your breathing swells as his fingers finally connect with the seat of your panties. He adjusts himself underneath you. You're absolutely soaked.

“No one can make you cum like I do,” He whispers, sliding your panties to the side, “Not even you.”

Your eyes grow hazy as his fingers begin to play with your aching cunt. It's everything you've needed and more.

“Say it-” You're teetering on the edge of a complete mental check-out as his fingers rub your clit. You squirm on top of him, searching for the seating position that would let you grind down on his hand but he keeps you still.

“Fuck-” he groans and for a split moment, you're nearly close.

Until he pulls his fingers away and you're once again whining and squirming with no sense of relief.

“You can't just-”

In a series of fluid and swift movements, Terry moves you off of his lap. Your back hits the couch as he hovers over you.

“what're you doing-”

“You thought I was kidding about making that baby?” He asks, so incredibly serious as he undoes his belt buckle and all you're able to do is lay supine and take whatever he gives

According to your family, everything about Terry Richmond had been a seemingly blood red flag: from his overtly frightening countenance, to his slightly unnerving marine status.

He is nothing but menacing as he hovers above you, parting your legs before reaching inside his jeans.

“You're squirming too much,” he says, “You want the cuffs?” Your throat dried with the recollection of the previous tike Terry had slapped his cuffs over your wrist. He had quite literally used your cunt to milk his cock and there was nothing you could do about it.

Despite loving the memory, and the sharp thrill it shoots straight to your clit, you wanna touch him, and you tell him as much.

He groans before lowering himself towards you.

“Shouldn't I take off-”

“Keep the dress on,” he lifts your hips before spreading your legs, for a moment he gets lost at what he sees There underneath all the pink frills and tulle.

“I'm going to get you pregnant,” he promises before lifting his eyes to meet yours, “Any objections?”

He's not smiling. His eyes are deep and hypnotic and you move your hips as if so incredibly needy to take anything he gives.

“No objections,” You shake your head and your words die in your throat when you feel your panties be swiped to the side once again. Terry's restraining himself. You can see it in the veins popping out of his neck.

You're not sure why.

“Green or Red?” His Eyes lift to meet you and you can feel the head of his cock press against your tight opening.

“Red,” you respond. “You can be rough- i just need y- FUCK-” he thrusts inside you, bottoming out almost immediately.

You didn't need any prep because you were already soaking through your underwear but your cunt still fought To bully his cock back out.

“Th-That hurts-” you grit your teeth as he begins to thrust shallowly inside you, despite having already bottom out. It's like he's searching for somewhere deeper to go and you both groan out loud at the thought.

“You’re so fucking wet, fuck-” He watched his cock slides back out completely before slamming it back in and you yelp at his brutal intrusion. It fulfills something ravenous in you, the way he lowers his hand to the side of your head before fucking into you with wreckless abandon.

“So fucking tight-”

“Fuckyoursobig-” your eyes are hollow and Terry knows from your slurred speech that you were fully in subspace.

“Shit- you tryna make me cum already, huh?”

Your bottom lips portudes and you look up at him, nodding dumbly, “You wanna be a good slut for your Daddy, don't you?”

The second he locks his thick palm around your throat, and you wear his hand like a collar, you're absolutely done for. Your hips lift to meet his thrusts and your tongue lolls out of your mouth.

“Such a fucking slut- shit-”

“Yo-Yours,” you moan, “Your slut-”

He immediately stills his hips before cursing aloud. Terry's lips crash down onto yours. A hungry kiss you weren't expecting but eagerly reciprocate.

“My pretty slut,” he nods his head in affirmation. patting down your head as if you always knew what to say. “That's right, baby.” You're bathed in the praise. You fucking absorbed it. “That's right, Clever Girl-”

“Oh my God, Daddy- please,” you lift your hips, urging him to continue drilling into you.

“You're such a good girl for me-” he continues to affirm as his hips move once more, “You gonna take my cun, aren't you, Pretty Girl? You gonna make Daddy proud and give him a baby-”

“Terry, ohmygod-” you can feel your cunt spasming around his cock.

“Ask.” He can see you teetering on the edge but his voice is dark and commanding. “You know better.” He warns. “Ask.”

“Please-” you search to hold onto something, anything that would stop you for cumming outright on your husband's cock, “Please let me cum, oh my god-”

He speeds up his own thrusts. Unbeknownst to you, your eagerness to take him, your whining and begging had him twitching inside you. It's like you became a vessel of his pleasure alone. You were good at that. You were good at making him the center of your universe.

“Cum for me, Pretty Girl.” It's all it takes for you to let yourself go completely. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as Terry squeezes your throat, sending you flying amongst the clouds. You curse and scream and your cunt is suffocating his cock until he can't handle it anymore.

“Gonna cum,” he affirms, his voice tense and his muscles tight, “Gonna cum so fucking hard inside my Pretty Girl-” even he had his limits. Soon he wasn't able to say anything. His words bled into uncontrollable groans as he trusted a steady stream of cum inside you.

You're patting down on his tense muscles, urging him to part with every single drop.

You're full.

So utterly full it has you seeing stars.

“That ought'a do it.” He says.

He’s nice Terry again.

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tangerineastronaut · 3 months ago

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can you do how they would be when your pregnant ot8

ATEEZ during your pregnancy ❤︎ ot8

Pairing: ot8 headcanons Genre: fluff, mentions of smut Requested: Yes w.c. 2.5k Warnings: pregnancy discussion, talk, sexual bits (not a whole lot of smut I promise) A/N: This took a surprisingly long amount of time I'm sorry!! I'm not sure if you meant ateez or not, I assumed so since that's what I've been posting recently. If not please send me an ask and I will do this for another group! Requests: Open (link below)

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Hongjoong

The absolute worst (best)

Scolds you for "doing too much" aka walking up the stairs or picking up a gallon of milk.

Buys you the most expensive brand of prenatal vitamins despite your doctor insisting the cheap ones are fine

Checks on you via text every hour when he's not with you

^ and when he is with you

Is lowkey afraid of failure as a father, reads parenting articles

Sends you decaf coffee at work

Wants to feel your belly but won't unless you invite him to

Teary eyed when he feels the baby kick for the first time

Sampled the heartbeat at the ultrasound visit to use in a song

Writes letters to you and the baby and keeps them in a memory book for you to read later (but you don't know this)

Nursery is fully decked out and the baby already has a full wardrobe

Your crying makes him panic, he hates seeing you cry and will frantically try to soothe you every time

Is grossed out by your cravings but will get them for you anyway—why do you have to crave vegetables?

Sex is soft and lazy in the best way

Side sex (think sunday morning sex except any day) >>>

Like imagine his chest against your back, his cheek against yours, one of his hands keeping your leg up so he has room to fuck you, asking if it feels good and if you're comfortable, except he's kind of whining and breathless ~

No pregnancy kink but thinks you're breathtaking, as always

^ even when you haven't showered, your legs are hairy, etc. He thinks you're a work of art

Plays music for you and the baby, asks what he/she responds to and makes note of it

Overprotective, does not like it when people touch you in general, let alone when you're pregnant

Visibly dies inside every time someone's hand goes to your belly without asking you first—would scold people if you'd let him

Posts photos of you each month documenting your pregnancy and leaving a words of appreciation for you

Keeps a copy of the ultrasound photo with him

May not have his hands on you 24/7, but he makes sure you know you're loved as well as the baby

Seonghwa

So freaking soft for you both

Loves babies anyway but your baby??

Him leaning against the headboard so you can lean against him, he'll curl his arms around you and rub your belly while you talk

Talks to the baby, even when you're asleep

"I can feel you kicking in there. Let's let mommy sleep, hm? She gets cranky at daddy when she's tired."

Watches parenting videos

Loves showering with you since you can't take baths

When you joke that there's not much room anymore he'll say he knows that and pulls you closer

Shaves your legs for you when it gets too difficult, even if you're too shy to ask him

Buys you gifts every time he gets something for the baby

"The mom group says it's important for me to make you feel as loved and wanted as the baby."

^ has joined mom groups on social media, because "dad groups are just full of men complaining"

Calls him/her 'the little one'

"How are you? How was the little one today?"

Isn't overprotective but has moments when he hovers

You don't mind

Sex is always slow and full of giggles and him reassuring you when you're out of breath

He likes you on your back so he can kiss you and keep pressure off of you, arms on either side of you to support his weight

Likes taking naps with you even though you're always napping due to exhaustion

^ rarely actually sleeps, just wants to be near you and the baby

Knows your cravings by heart

"Pickle juice and french fries? That's a new one."

His nesting is as bad as yours if not worse; you both frantically clean the house months before the baby arrives

Loves when you send him selfies/belly pics

Isn't fazed by your emotions, helps you work through them and validates you

"Being pregnant doesn't mean you aren't allowed to have feelings, pretty girl. I'm here."

Yunho

Probably the most excited externally

Loves rubbing your belly and watching the baby kick his hand

Unironically purchased the "I'm proof daddy doesn't play video games all the time" onesie

Brings you ice cream even if you don't ask for it

"I'm telepathically linked with our baby, he/she said they want ice cream. I don't make the rules, y/n."

p r e g n a n c y k i n k

"Look at you, so fucking pretty and full."

Sex is unbelievably gentle despite his filthy words

Won't put you on your back, likes to have you in his lap so he can do all the work

Likes taking you out and showing you off, even when you feel like a mess

Posts pictures of you constantly to the point where people joke he's running a y/n maternity account

Foot rubs

Sympathy pains

"Our heartburn is bad today. I want a cinnamon roll. With sprinkles."

Teases you relentlessly

"I'll race you to the kitchen—oh yeah."

Handsy af but you don't mind

Walks up behind you to hold your belly

Sits up at night to rub it when the baby won't settle

He/she loves Yunho's voice and they begin kicking when he speaks

^ he uses this to his advantage

"Mommy's calling herself ugly again, I'm gonna need some backup from my internal ally."

Already 2 v 1 and the thing isn't even here yet

His google search history is worse than yours

^ "can pregnant women eat carrots"

"how long does pregnancy really last"

"how to make pregnant woman stop crying"

"why is my pregnant girlfriend crying"

"why am I crying"

"how to stop crying when your pregnant girlfriend cries"

Loves when people ooh and awe over you; beams and grins like an idiot bc you're his and he put the baby in you.

Yeosang

Seems calm

Is not calm

Is just as protective/concerned as Hongjoong but is so quiet about it you don't even notice

You haven't lifted a grocery bag since he found out about your pregnancy

Has the dates of your appointments memorized

No one touches the belly. He doesn't even say anything to anyone. They just don't.

Does little things to make sure you're extra comfortable, bought you a pregnancy pillow

Whispers to your belly

^ "I'm afraid my voice will scare the baby. I'll just whisper."

Pouts if the baby won't kick for him

You: "Please, Yeosang, for the millionth time fetuses cannot choose favorites! Our baby loves you, I promise!"

King of pregnancy cravings

2 a.m. runs to the convenience store because you want some strawberry milk

Forehead kisses with a hand on your belly >>>

Will literally get on his knees for a chat with him/her

Like imagine looking down and seeing this man smiling up at you, both hands on your tummy with so much love in his eyes I just—

His calm facade dissolves when you cry

It physically hurts him to see you break down and he will do all he can to help you

Talks about you nonstop and your symptoms, experiences, etc literally to anyone with ears

Signs you both up for a parenting class

Cannot believe how horny you are, but is happy to help

^ a little afraid of you tbh but still very much in love

Like Hongjoong, prefers side sex so he can still be close to you

Also loves foreplay/eating you out even more now because of how sensitive you are

Ultrasound visits/pics make him choked up though he tries to hide it

His brain has not processed the fact that his baby is literally inside of you

It isn't going to fully sink in until there's a baby in his arms

^ is never going to put him/her down

San

Proud Dad™

Is excited, but calm

Similar to Yeosang but not as intense

^ still protective, but doesn't mind when people touch your belly as long as they ask first

Buys two copies of baby books for you both to read at the same time

Posts pictures of your pregnancy journey with quotes or long paragraphs about how beautiful you are

lowkey pregnancy kink?

Cautious

Armchair sex/you in his lap - super slow and soft

Loves showering with you after to hold you and massage your back/shoulders

Doesn't necessarily treat you like you'll break but is still very gentle with you

Hugs are softer, he doesn't squeeze as tight, likes to hug you from behind and look over you to see what you're doing

Touches your belly in a reassuring way, likes to brush his hand against it and feel the baby's reaction

Does it in public probably the most of the members, though it's not really intentional

His hands used to go to your waist and now they go to your bump ~

Doesn't talk to the baby as much as he sings to him/her

Is way too excited to take maternity photos

Gets caught staring at you by literally everyone

Does not care

Thinks you hung the stars

Loooooves being snuggled in bed with you with your bump between you, rubbing your belly and whispering as though the baby is sleeping

Is very expressive about his fears/doubts and wants you to be as well

Blushes when people call him daddy

Blushes harder when you call him daddy

Pretty calm when it comes to your emotions, will just go with the flow and give you what you need, whether that's space, affection, or food

secretly hopes you want another one

Mingi

When I tell you this man is terrified

Does not think he can care for a baby despite your reassurance

Asks all the questions

"I mean, how do we know when it's done? You know, like, cooked all the way?"

Oddly protective despite his fears

Does not like anyone touching your belly

Any time someone comments on your size/roundness/etc he's ready to throw hands, does not care if it's the ajumma two doors down from you

You: "Mingi for the love of god, I have told you, you cannot threaten people."

"She threatened you first!"

You: "She just said I look ready to pop??"

Horny af and has a pregnancy kink but will not initiate sex

You have to beg, and even then it's like ~

"No I mean just stand there, and I'll hold you and put it in. Yeah don't move at all."

Will still eat you out daily

Treats you like a glass doll

Belly kisses >>>>>

Buys baby books, gets one page in and declares this is too much to remember and you both should get a refund

^ shrugs at your look of horror "obviously I meant a refund for the books..."

Raps??? at your belly? Like nursery rhyme raps????

Also talks. A lot. Not cooing or baby talk

"Today at practice I slipped and it sucked, kinda hurt my knee. I'm still a good dancer, definitely better than Yunho. I'll show you. But I mean like after you can walk and stuff, or maybe you'll dance before you can walk and we can win money or something. Do they have baby dance competitions?"

Doesn't post the pictures he takes of you and your belly, looks at them when he misses you and won't let anyone else see them

Unironically refers to himself as your baby daddy and changes his contact in your phone [proudly]

When you cry, he cries, so please don't cry

Asks if he can attend his own child's birth

^ is excited when you say "...yes, Mingi. You can attend the birth of our child."

Wooyoung

Knows all there is to know about babies??

Is not concerned at all

Reassures you constantly

You ask him questions

Will lay on your thighs and absentmindedly rub your belly while watching tv or scrolling on his phone

Actually, will rub your belly anywhere, and usually does it without realizing it

Refers to you as mama and himself as dada even out of context

"Do you want a drink, mama?"

Is completely unfazed by your weird cravings and will get them for you as long as it's not harmful

"No, y/n, you cannot have sushi with your oreos. Mercury levels..."

Not overprotective in the slightest

Your biggest advocate

The only member who would fuck you properly while pregnant, as he knows it's safe within reason

Does not have a pregnancy kink, but loves how sensitive you are, the changes to your body, etc and thinks you're a goddess

Loves going shopping with you

Will absolutely argue with you over nursery themes

Finds you adorable when you're emotional, but will still try to calm you down and comfort you

Loves talking about you nonstop

May not praise you to your face as much as the others but tells everyone else he's so incredibly lucky to have you as the mother of his child

He was so clingy before

It's worse

His camera roll is full of selfies with him and your bump

Imagine woo making bunny ears over your belly (and telling your unborn child to say cheese)

Has full on conversations with him/her

Baby talks and coos and informs them they have the best parents ever

Jongho

Probably the most genuinely calm member when it comes to your pregnancy

Still very excited

Does not know as much as wooyoung but is fairly confident, not terrified or anxious like some of the others

Touches your belly from day 1, even without a bump

Sings and hums to it

The baby LOVES his voice and always kicks when he's near

He finds this adorable and loves talking to him/her while touching your stomach

Massages >>>>

Your pregnancy aches are afraid of him

Is a little shaken by your emotions but handles them well

Not too overprotective but really hates it when people touch you

Won't say anything though unless you're uncomfy

Sex?

Dear god

2ho breeding/pregnancy kink is my headcanon and I am sticking with it

Do not make eye contact for more than a few seconds

Is unbelievably horny for you

Doggy style with pillows underneath you >>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Is extra gentle despite how badly he wants you

Takes care of you first also ^ he knows it helps you relax so that's always his end goal

Loves the way you look while pregnant

Thinks you're beautiful anyway but something about the fact that you're literally creating a brand new human being

When you wear his t-shirts and nothing else because your clothes don't fit anymore it makes him melt ~

^ he complains for the fun of it but would probably cry if you stopped

Brings you snacks/drinks/whatever without you having to ask

Is willing to try your cravings with you as long as it's nothing vile (frito chips + peanut butter)

Wants to do every social media pregnancy trend with you

*buys your unborn child soccer cleats*

Doesn't post photos of you often but when he does, they're tearjerkers

Wants more kids but knows how difficult pregnancy/motherhood is so ultimately it's up to you

He's the cutest - kissing your temple while snuggling on the couch and rubbing your belly

"Our baby bear"

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enzosbabyangel · 1 month ago

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Harry Potter characters and sugar daddies

✰ Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy

On the fourth day of christmas my true love sent to me, four thousand dollars | 12 days of christmas master list

og a/n: i made up a name for Harry’s daughter lmao. Remus was removed because i couldn’t come up with an idea for him and couldn’t imagine him as a sugar daddy, i will make up for it in the future thanks to my amazing friend @winnie1emon coming up with a cute idea <3 did i post this earlier then i was supposed to by accident? yes yes i did.

current a/n: This was originally made on my old blog as part of my ‘12 days of christmas’ event. This was all written like five months ago and i just re-posted onto here. i didn’t proofread anything lmao or remember what was in this or the Remus idea. still love @/winnielemon though 💞💞 format is also my old ugly one that i was too lazy to change lmfao

✰ Content warnings: nsfw, MINORS DNI, 18+, age gap, , reader in Harrys is a bit bitchy, cheating, reader is a half blood in Lucius’, you could imagine it as muggle or blood traitor if you’re a pureblood💞

✧ 𝐻𝒶𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝒫𝑜𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 -

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . You used to be his daughter’s best friend, Giselle. You two were inseparable, meeting in college and becoming best friends. You constantly slept over at each other’s houses during weekends or holidays. You often attended dinner at the Potters as Giselle lived off-campus.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Another reason you were so willing to attend dinners at the Potters was because of… well… your best friend’s father.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Yep, the infamous Harry Potter. No, it wasn’t because of his popularity. It was because of his sheer talent in bed. Good at fingering you, eating you out, fucking you, fucking your tits, he made everything feel good and he was fucking talented.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Almost nothing could make you give up that man. Well, until you found out Giselle, your ‘best friend’ was spreading shit about you and stealing from you. You completely snapped, shouting and taking all your stuff back. Completely messing up her room in the process. ‘The bitch got what was coming.’ you thought to yourself.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . After that you wanted absolutely nothing to do with the Potters. Much to Harrys dismay,

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “Please Y/N, just calm down. I’m sorry about what Giselle did but i’ll talk to her about it- tell her to give you some money… anything.” Harry practically begged as he lightly grabbed your arm to stop you. His eyes pleading as he looked down at you.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “No! i don’t want your money, just leave me alone.” You said, eyebrows furrowing slightly in annoyance as you glanced behind you to Harry. Tugging your arm out of his grip you grabbed your coat off of the hanger, putting it on hurriedly. The buttons being messily done up to close it and keep you warm from the coldness outside.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Just as you finished doing your coat up, Harry spoke up before you could leave, “Hold on a second, please.” Quickly leaving the room as you were left to stand in the hallway of the front door. Your arms crossed as you rolled your eyes but decided to grant his wish, staying put.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . And just about a minute later he came back, your eyes widening and mouth opening slightly as you looked at the two grand in his hands. You glanced up at him before back at the money. You knew what he was trying to imply. With raised brows you looked back up at him, a shocked look on your face, asking with a dumbfounded tone, “All of that is for.. me?”

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Harry didn’t say anything in return, just nodding as he looked at you with the same pleading eyes, mixed with a bit of shame. Evidently in his small smile.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . And that leads to now. Harry slurping at your pussy, tongue flicking at your sensitive clit or exploring the inside of your tight walls as you rode his face. Holding onto the headboard for support as you looked down at Harrys messy hair that covered the pillow his head rested on. His glasses thrown on the bedside table. His hands resting along your waist as he ate your pussy as if it was his last meal.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Your body was laced in sweat as your hips moved back and forth, his nose occasionally making a pang of delicious pleasure shoot through your body as you bit your cheek, moans falling from your mouth.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “Shit..” You let out through a moan as your right hand moved down to grab a handful of Harrys hair. The movements of your hips becoming more speratic as you felt yourself getting closer to your orgasm.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . A tug at Harrys hair had him groaning into your pussy, adding to pleasure you were feeling and a couple more flicks of his tongue to your clit made you finally cum. Hips stuttering as you slowly rode through your orgasm, loud moans filling the room.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . As you finally came down from your high, you plopped down onto the bed next to Harry, catching your breath as you sat, back resting against the headboard. You glanced down at Harry to see him wiping your arousal from his flushed face. His hand moving to grab his glasses off his bedside table as he sat up.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . As you caught your breath you sat back up, grabbing and putting your panties back on. While you did that Harry got some money from the bedside drawer and turning his body, tapping your shoulder.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . You glanced over at him, soft smile forming on your face as you saw the one grand he had pulled out for you. You uttered a ‘thank you’ and took it from him, taking the money and placing it beside you as you moved to the edge of the bed. Picking up your oversized t-shirt and black booty shorts.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “So uh… i was just wondering… maybe you and i could go to the movies tomorrow? i remembered Giselle talking about how excited you were for… a um… that horror movie to come out.” Harry awkwardly spoke as he watched you get dressed again.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . You put your knee high boots on, stopping for a slight second as his words sunk in. “Oh… i would love to but i have a tutor sesh tomorrow.” You said, a sheepish smile on your face as you finished buckling up your boots. Grabbing your bag with one hand. Placing the one grand inside. your bag you quickly made your way around the bed, placing a soft kiss to his cheek, “Maybe another time?” You suggested with a soft smile before quickly leaving the room.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . You didn’t bother to hear what he said next. You didn’t want him pestering you on when that other time would be. You tried desperately to push Harry away if it wasn’t for sex, not because you’re a bitch… you were just conflicted with your growing feelings for Harry and keeping the secret that you have a boyfriend from him.

✧ 𝒟𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑜 𝑀𝒶𝓁𝒻𝑜𝓎 -

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . You met Draco at a Fluorish and Blotts, where you were for a book signing. You payed him no mind at first, despite his not-so-subtle staring and smirk on his face, looking you up and down. The typical, rich, creep behaviour. The second you got your book signed you hurried off to the exit, but alass he still got to you.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . What he did, unsurprisingly was try to charm his way into your pants. walking down the road with you as he pretended to be oh so interested in your interest of the writer you came to see today. Then interested in your time at Hogwarts, commenting on how he left fourteen years ago. It’s comedic how he didn’t realize that made everything ten times creepier. His continuous attempts at bringing you home failed each time.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Until, he offered you two thousand dollars. Who could blame you? you’re a twenty year old college student with a student loan. that two thousand can go a long way. So, he came home with you that night.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . And now, a year later, he’s still paying you.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “Fuck baby… s’your god damn pussys the best,” He let out through breathy moans. His hips slamming into you at an animalistic and somewhat impressive-for-his-age pace.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . The room was filled with the sounds of your moans and skin slapping against skin as your nails scratched across his back. The pace of his thrusts prevented you from getting in a proper breath.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “Such a slut… selling your body to some old man for money?” He commented with a smirk, arms lifting himself higher up above you so that he could stare down at you. “Don’t even need to pay off your student loan anymore and you still let me do what i want with you.” He continued on with a chuckle. “Do you just love me that much? or the money?”

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . You were being too fucked out to properly understand his words or form an answer as you just nodded, letting out little babbles in response. Draco just chuckled as he listened to your incoherent responses, finding pride in how he managed to leave you completely stupid with his dick.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Your moans started becoming for frequent as you gradually drew closer to coming undone. Draco was too as his thrusts became sloppier and he continued to spew random, dirty words and thoughts at you.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . You came first, clenching around him as your legs shook around his waist. Draco moaned at the feeling of your walls tightening around him, completely stopping his thrusts to soak in the feeling before pulling out, spurts of cum quickly landing on your stomach as you watched with eyes lazy with lust.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Draco plopped down beside you, and what happened after you don’t know as you quickly fell asleep.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . When you woke up in the morning you had fresh pjs on and Draco was gone. You stretched in bed, the relief feeling good before you flopped back over on your side. Laying comfortably in your bed as you smiled slightly to yourself at the sheer comfort you felt. Your laziness didn’t stay though as you saw the large amount of cash on your desk, quickly sitting up and scooting over to the large stacks of cash. The total amount had to at least be around ten grand. Next to the cash was a small, ripped from a notebook peace of paper. You grabbed it and read it, wanting some type of explanation for the amount he gave you.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ‘around fifteen grand here for you. why? well it’s been a year since we met. an unofficial anniversary ;)’

✧ 𝐿𝓊𝒸𝒾𝓊𝓈 𝑀𝒶𝓁𝒻𝑜𝓎 -

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Lucius was a… special situation. Maybe not really a sugar daddy. The money he gave you was more… ‘keep quiet money’. Money given to you to make sure you kept your mouth shut about the fact he was cheating on his wife with a ‘disgusting’ half blood.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Maybe he did pay you for sex a bit, but majority of the money was to keep you quiet. He was ashamed of himself of course, tempted by a halfblood. But god, he couldn’t help it. The soft curve of your body, the way your beautiful H/T, H/C hair framed your face. The way the maid uniform fit you. The soft hum of your voice that he hears in the early hours of the morning while you’re preparing dinner. Everything about you was addictive, as if you were trying to seduce him.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . You were so addictive, in fact, that he’ll pull you into his office and take you right then and there,

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “Ah-! Sir-“ You managed to get out through laboured breaths as you desperately gripped at the edge of the desk you were bent over. Your body jolting upwards with every thrust of his hips.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . A harsh slap pained your ass as you let out a mix of a gasp and a moan. “Silence,” was all Lucius let out as his hand tangled in your hair and pulled. He used you as if you were a mere sex toy to him.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Lucius set his hand down on the free bit of desk next to you, leaning forward as he spoke, his tone cold and degrading. “What a filthy excuse of a woman, letting a man in a marriage use you as they please.” A slap to your ass, his tone turning slightly more amused as he continued. “And tempting a man in a marriage at that.”

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . You only shook your head at his words, your eyes squeezing shut as your moans made your attempts at speaking fail, unable to vocally deny his words. You simply accepted the words as you let your head drop forward, you could tell that he was getting close when his grip on your hair tightened and his thrusts sped up in urgency.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . When he did cum he immediately pulled out, his cum spurting onto your bare back and ass. Some reaching your uniform where it was bunched up at your waist.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . After his high he simply stuffed himself back in his pants, straightening up his appearance. He picked you up by your arm and pulled you up, just to drop you on the floor. He quickly reorganized his desk, that was already quite neat before he fucked you on it.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “You can stay in here and… please yourself if you must.” Lucius spoke as he rummaged through his wallet. adding two grand in ‘keep quiet’ money on top of the five hundred ‘let me fuck you’ money. He didn’t even spare you a glanced as he closed up his wallet and placed it back into his pocket, maneuvering his way around you and his desk.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “I’ll lock the door so that nobody can walk in. You have spare keys to this room to get out if i’m correct?” He asked with a raised brow, eyeing you as he watched you clumsily get up, not uttering a word. You nodded in response to his words, causing him to just slightly smile.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “Good.” he spoke before turning and leaving the room. You stood awkwardly as you listened to the lock of the door and the slowly disappearing sound of footsteps. Feeling a mix of shame and guilt, though the feeling was quickly replaced with acceptance as your gaze dropped from the door to the two grand and five hundred on the table.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Well, a girls gotta do what she’s gotta do.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Written by ankoluvly, december 2024 on tumblr. Do not republish on ANYTHING ©

tags: @screamingoverfiction @nofingjustaninchident @willowlovestheweasleys @manesuaves @pizzaapeteer(idk if you want to be tagged but i remember you saying you were excited for these. just tell me if you don’t want to be !)

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macmillerxluvr · 10 months ago

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♪ - i can feel the way you feel for me this is my playpen borderline thinking like barbie baby can you play ken?

SUGAR DADDY KENJI SATO

HEAD CANNONS

• kenji buys you a gold diamond chain with the letter k bold and center so when he’s taking you your tits are bouncing with the chain, marking you as his further more along with the amount of hickeys that he leaves all around your body

• he always provides you with the best of everything and regularly sends you cash through you phone typically sending you a message for you to buy something sexy for him to rip off later that night

• there’s an obvious age gap between you both but kenji doesn’t seem to mind that fact that you’re younger than him since he is only 26 and a 7 year age gap isn’t necessarily the worst, and he definitely doesn’t seem to mind when he’s impaling you with his 9 inch dick

• he insist on cumming in you, every time you guys fuck he always make sure that every last drop of his seed is inside your fucked pussy by continuously thrusting it into you even after climaxing

• the first time you both had sex together he was not even half way inside of you before you were telling him how much it hurts and that he’s too big, so he simply chuckled before sliding himself fully in making you screech as he pierced inside your throbbing cunt

• every 2 weeks he sends you cash for you to get you nails and feet done, on the condition that the nude base color is the color of his tip or his initial is somewhere on your nail

• you’ve both at least broken 3 beds in total from kenji thrusting and pounding into you so vigorously

• doesn’t matter when doesn’t matter where kenji is fucking you wherever and whenever, the shower? done it multiple times, the driveway? loud and proud, he owns the land around it and no neighbors for miles, his office? doggy style on the desk and chair with cum everywhere and at midnight? sometimes he gets home late and just want to snuggle his dick deep in your warm asleep cunt, so he does

• even though he insists there’s nothing of a relationship sorts going on between you both, he still damn well makes you be at every single one of his games cheering him on and after sucking him off as well as a reward for winning

• he will supply you with infinite amount of plane b’s or get you on birth control (for now before he decides to bby trap you)

• if it weren’t for him living so far away and alone the police would probably pull up for noises complaint because of how loud your moans and chanting are as he fucks you silly into the mattress

• will either punish you buy fingering the fuck out of consistency and stopping before you can cum or tucking a large vibrator inside your pussy on the highest mode and forcing you to not cum till your sobbing begging to be able to cum

• anything you want kenji can give it to you in a blink of an eye, as long as your eyes stay on him and not closed as he plows roughly inside of you making you grip onto the cum stained black silk bedsheets

• other than his clear breeding kink he also has a size kink, so when he’s thrusting inside you or in missionary what seems to mostly send the both of you over the edge is him pressing on the tummy bulge inside of you that his large cock created

• when in public sometimes he just has to relieve himself inside of you so he usually pulls you to the bathroom and rolls your panties to the side as you try not to squirm as he forces himself inside your pulsating pussy

• at first it took a while for you to get used to kenji length but now your pussys grown tolerant the pain for the pleasure as he fills you up till the very brim with his dick

• sometimes when he truly wants to savor you without you stopping him, he ties your hands up on headboard and legs tied up to either side of the bed and eats you out till your moans and screams are heard by all of tokyo and fucks you up til as many rounds as he can milk himself out in, or till your legs are shaking (which is mostly after the 5 round)

• when he bought you the car that you kept on talking about the first thing he did once he bought it was fuck you mercilessly in the back seats to claim you inside of it before anyone else enters it

• rarely but occasionally he’s sub and he’s in utter agony not being able to touch you as his hands are now tied along with his legs as you ride him til you both see stars but with every little moan or noise you make it’s all heard by him along with the sound of your thighs clashing together and the wet sounds your pussy makes, being like music to his ears making it seemingly worth it

• he often surprises you with trips and to fancy suites and airbnb’s where you’ll both just end up fucking all throughout the trip

• he makes you suck his cock til he’s at least cummed 3 times or til tears are flowing down your eyes, drools slipping out your mouth and til he hears you gag which is given on the girth and thickness of his dick

• kenji as well bought you your own huge penthouse (though you could’ve easily bought yourself considering you were a well known model) in which he installed a soundproof barrier around so when you guys have sex it’s aloud as you’d both like without causing issues

• whenever your around him he requires you to wear skirts for easy access so at any given moment he can simply slip your black lacy little panties from inside you mini skirt down your pedicured legs easily giving him your pretty little cunt out on display for him to toy and fuck with

#ultraman: rising #ken sato x reader #kenji sato x reader #kenji sato smut #ken sato smut #smut #ultraman #fem!reader #macmillerxluvr

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hysteria-things · 11 months ago

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MY EYES ONLY

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!chris x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: a look into chris’s my eyes only…

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: PURE FILTH, p in v, unprotected sex (nuh uh!), swearing, choking, stomach bulge, oral (female & male receiving), praising, degradation, daddy kink, jealousy, squirting, spanking, possessiveness, overstimulation, dumbification, cream pie, semi-public, ROUGH

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 888

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: sorry for all the chris stuff lately i’m just so down bad for him but matt will make an appearance (hopefully) soon!

also… the last one will be turned into a fic😉

mattress digging deeper into your back every second, the hand around your throat only tightens. your small palm doesn’t even fit fully around his wrist. moans and pleas of ‘don’t stop!’ aren’t the only sounds echoing off the walls. the headboard bangs rapidly against the wall, a chuckle coming from chris every so often at your fucked-out state.

you two were extra horny this day, it seems, and of course, you had to take advantage of it. the video is taken from your drooling mouth down to the bulge in your stomach, chris quite literally balls deep inside of you. tits bouncing at the rapid pace he’s going, your nails dig deeper into his flesh. “yes! yes! yes!” you scream like a mantra, cum then coating his dick.

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to him, his finger slipped and “accidentally” pressed the post button. it starts casually with the desktop displaying fortnite, then he flips the camera to his face. a smug look is plastered on it before the camera flips again.

this time, it’s of you — under the desk with your boyfriend’s cock stuffed in your mouth. his other hand is wrapped around your locks in a makeshift ponytail, controlling the way you bob your head at a decent rhythm. all you have to do is sit there and take it.

looking at the camera with tears threatening to spill from your eyes, you smile, spit dribbling from the sides of your lips. he pushes your head down further to where the tip of your nose touches his pelvis, a gulp and gag going through his headphones before his face comes into view one last time. chris smiles smugly, with a caption that reads: we’re live! come hang out :)

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legs draped over his shoulders, your fingers massage lightly at the brunette between your plush thighs. the phone is propped up on the nightstand to make sure your entire body is in view. his tongue laps agonizingly slow on your puffy cunt, but it feels so good.

you’ve been a good girl all week; no attitude, no talking back, good manners, etc. you were in for a reward. this is your reward. he wants to eat you out like no other. until you see stars and that’s it.

soft moans fill the air, eyes fluttering closed and your mind blank. just how chris likes it.

growing closer to your high, you get impatient before rutting your hips forward, your moans growing louder. he hums disapprovingly, leaving your dripping hole empty. “no need to get naughty now, baby. i thought you were a good girl for me?”

“i am.” you whimper. “i’m sorry, daddy.”

thrusting his hips subconsciously into the mattress because of the nickname, he delves back in to suck on your clit. that alone washes the first of many orgasms through you. you end up passing out at the end.

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an argument sparked this beauty, which is also chris’s personal favorite. for context, you guys argued over something stupid before going to a party. because you’re so petty, you decided to purposely talk with a random guy at the function to get chris’s blood boiling. giving him those ‘fuck me’ eyes from across the room.

before you knew it, you were holding on for dear life on a pillow in a random bedroom he dragged you into. the velvet dress you’re wearing is bunched above your ass, and your panties are ripped in half and thrown to the floor. crying out apologies into the blanket is no use, skin stinging with his handprint on it. the video is hard to make out because of how fast the phone is shaking in his hand.

“fucking brat.” he spanks you again, a sob leaving your throat. “you think he can fuck you stupid like this? huh?”

his hand makes contact at least three more times during that sentence, and your body shakes uncontrollably. he already ripped two orgasms out of you. “that’s right. take it just like that — whose pussy is this?”

“yours.” you exhale, squirting without warning from the overwhelming pleasure and penetration.

gripping the top of your hair, he lifts your head. “scream it, slut. they can’t hear you.”

“yours, chris! it’s all yours!” you gasp, knuckles white from your grasp on the sheets.

looking down at the way his cock brutally thrusts in and out of your tight pussy, his jaw slacks at the sight. you clench around him as his tip repeatedly hits your cervix, eyes rolling when you cum harder than ever before.

he arches your back further to get as deep as he can with a grunt. his hips stop, long ropes of cum spilling the farthest it goes into your womb. pulling out, he takes two fingers to help his seed stay inside you, the rest dripping down your legs the rest of the night.

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it’s dark. the photo is barely visible but visible at the same time if you look at it long enough. the table in front of you has a reflection of the moon, your tits that are painted white take up half of the screen. the other half is of your face, a smile peeking through your lip bite. a tatted arm snakes around your neck, the selfie angled up high.

be careful leaving your things behind, chris. the text says.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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crypticminx · 1 year ago

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i saw u were taking reqs for jacob elordi x reader so what about like cute, giggly morning sex if that makes sense

i’m so down bad for this man 🙏

Yessss ofcccc! Also making this husband and dad Jacob bc I need him so bad too :((( tysm lovey ~ also I didn’t do sex just him eating u out (sex w Jacob soon heheh)

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You woke up to the feeling of budding hands caress your cheek, the softness of his hands were enough to make you doze back into your interrupted sleep. Gentle motions sent waves of comfort down your spine.

Up and down, they graciously glided until you resorted to opening your tired eyes. the sight laid before you left you irresistibly smiling while squinting as the sunlight poured its beam to light up your bedroom. Creating an abundance of bright hues.

Your husband, Jacob, pierced his eyes at you with an enchanting grin that washed over his face; highlighting the esscense of his beauty that reminded you of one of the many reasons he charmed his way into your heart.

Jacob’s hand slowly retracted away from you as you shifted your limp body into a somewhat sitting position, letting your arched back rest on the bed headboard behind you.

“Good morning,” he whispered with radiant eyes.

You let out an amused sigh, your hands rubbing the remainder of sleep that was left inside. “Mmm, what time is it?”

He glanced at the tiny clock on the night side table, “half past seven.”

You groaned in realization that you could get away with thirty more minutes of rest before enduring your daily routine. Shuffling back down to let your head rest on your silk pillow, you admitted, “it’s too early, love.”

He paused and blinked slowly for a slight minute, moving closer to allow his hand to comb through your undone hair.

“Just missed you…” he almost sounded sorry as his tone was full of remorse for not being able to spend intimate moments like this with you all the time.

You knew what he was referring to.

Jacob’s schedule with acting had been extremely busy the past few months. Leaving him to fly out for specific casting calls or meeting with certain producers who admired his talented work. You were proud of him and wanted nothing more for him to continue succeeding in the field of film, but every time he had a last minute flight to catch, your heart ached with a familiar homesick feeling.

One that wouldn’t exit your soul until you got to reunite with your husband. Having the privilege of feeling his warmth and love in physical form was enchanting.

However, you were never alone.

Your little daughter, Lilly, kept you occupied and was the best form of sweet company. The spitting image of her father with her large curious brown eyes and silky chestnut locks, she was always there to remind you of him.

The two of you would lounge around your secluded house, watching movies, making crafts to gift for daddy when he would return home and FaceTiming him whenever he had the rare moment of free time.

And of course, there was Jacob’s beloved angel of a dog, Layla, who was an adorable companion that would cuddle beside you anytime you’d relax on the sofa and played long rounds of fetch with Lily in your large backyard. It was obvious she missed her loving owner just as much as you did.

“We missed you too,” he smiled at your courteous words, leaning to kiss your soft lips, letting his tongue swirl with yours. Loving the taste of your sweet mouth no matter what time of the day.

With no hesitation, his touch starved hands glided down to your tank top, gently tugging the straps down to reveal your chest.

“Jacob!” You exclaimed, followed by a quiet laugh, completely aware your daughter was most likely still sleeping in the room beside yours.

His hands cupped perfectly around your boobs, your nipples growing hard at the smooth contact that was the palms of his hands.

“Come on, baby,” his thick brows raised with his slick charm, “you think all those pictures you sent me while I was away is better than having the real thing right in front of me?

You blushed with hot, red cheeks as he brought up all the little things you’d do for him while the distance between the two of you left him aching for you.

Desperate times called for desperate measures.

“Oh hush you,” you playfully rolled your eyes, feeling him squeeze a tad bit tighter at your breasts.

“Mmm,” he hummed moving down to latch his mouth on one of your exposed boobs. Your nails clutching deep into his hair as his head laid on your chest. You dug deeper as his tongue circled in brisk motions. Leaving Jacob to pause for a swift moment.

“Ow,” he exaggerated in a comical tone. You ruffled his shaggy hair down to his forehead as he licked his lips. “I wasn’t done.”

“My bad,” you winked, letting a tiny yawn escape you.

“Well,” he purred, moving his body down to your stomach as he moved the sheets to go gently over his head. “I’ll just continue down here.”

“Babe,” you pleaded with pouty eyes. “I don’t wanna make too much noise.”

Jacob was just too irresistible.

He perpetually longed for your body laid in front of him. He constantly missed you at all times you were forcefully apart. Having the long awaited freedom of getting to spend a relaxing morning with you was more than a luxury to him.

“Don’t worry,” he assured you, stroking your thigh with his nimble fingertips, “our little love sleeps like an angel. She won’t hear us.”

You pretended to stall, placing a finger on your soft lips for effect. You knew the answer though and you didn’t have to think twice. You needed this—you craved this.

Giving him the look was the green light for the hungry man. He inched himself further down until he was hidden beneath the sheets and placed perfectly in between your bent thighs. The amount of small stubble he had neglected to shave gently tickled you and having no urge to fight off the feeling it provided, you couldn’t hold back a laugh.

“When’s the last time you shaved?” You snickered with amusement, hearing him groan as you lifted the sheets only to not receive a response from him, but his face diving deep into your exposed parts.

He was smooth with his actions, he got straight to business and you could barely remember him taking off your panties.

A build up of heat and tingly vibrations inside of you began to stir your sex drive into motion. Having Jacob’s tongue wither it’s way into your partially wet lips was a luxurious feeling, he knew how to let your tension go by the ways of his mouth.

Your clit was caressed and it felt loving. It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t sloppy. It was perfect because he did it with love.

“Taste so good, baby,” you heard a vacant mumble in between his swirls, he always made sure to praise you. After all, you were his main source of inspiration and the very thing that kept him striving for more.

You were his wife; the woman he vowed to spend the rest of his happy life with. You were the woman who gave him the best gift of all; his daughter. With everything he ever did to your body that pleasured you to no end, he always wanted to reassure you that you were more than a heavenly angel to him.

“Keep going, honey,” you tried your best to surpass a moan from exiting you, but failed miserably. Jacob’s mouth playfully tugged around the surface of your wet inner parts, something he knew you adored and always left you with insane build up.

Warm waves flowed down to your inner core, passion from Jacob’s mouth worked its magic into always providing you with a quick release.

You breathed heavily as his tongue surfaced deep into you, feeling so stimulated it reminded you of the old days when the two of you had a free house and could be as obnoxious as you pleased.

He made you feel warm. The pressure of his suctioning lips gave you sanctuary bliss.

You craved nothing more than the simple action of cuming on his face. Watching him suck all of your juices as you’d pour out your ecstasy was more rewarding than anything else in the heat of the moment.

As you could feel yourself letting go into a haze of vibrations there was a small, frail knock at the door.

“Shit,” you heard rumble from under the sheets as you slid up with the most energy you could gather while Jacob eagerly covered you back up with your undergarments.

You slid your tank top back to cover your chest, seeing Jacob mentally cursing at the interrupted moment, but smiling because he knew who was at the door waiting to be allowed entry.

Regaining composure and trying to wipe any of the remaining stamina left in the two of you, Jacob called out, “come in.”

Your daughter slowly opened the door, looking energetic as ever as she appeared to be ready to start the day. Her movement turned quick as her face lit up like a Christmas tree upon seeing her Father. She was thrilled that he was home and raced to his opened arms as she jumped on the bed.

“Daddy, I’m so glad you’re back,” she cried out with glee as Jacob smothered her with his large arms. She still seemed so tiny in comparison to him.

“Of course, angel,” he planted a kiss on her head, smooching loudly as she nuzzled deep into his bearing chest.

She looked up at him with doe eyes, revealing how much she missed her dad, “Layla and I missed you so so much.” It made him chuckle at how much she grew to adore that dog. She was nurturing just like her beautiful mother.

Your heart melted at the scene and Jacob grinned at you with a beaming smile before he turned to Lilly again. “Oh sweetheart, I can promise you daddy missed you more.”

“And what about me?” You poked the young girl, who in response, leaped onto your lap as you kissed her cheek.

“Good morning, my love,” you showered her with affection as she flung her arms around your neck. Slowly cradling her in a soothing rhythm before she left your embrace to sit in front of you and Jacob.

“Sweetie,” Jacob gestured her attention back to him as he began to slowly dress himself, throwing on a loose throwover you placed on the laundry basket next to his side of the bed. “Why don’t you go downstairs and feed Layla and then mummy and I will be right with you, okay?”

She nodded, the loose braids she slept in swayed with her motion. “Yes daddy,” she crawled off the bed as she happily ran out of your room and into the long corridors outside.

Jacob chuckled and shook his head, finding himself so relieved to be back home with his girls. He faced you as you slowly stretched your way out of bed and shuffled yourself to where he was slowly fixing himself up. You wrapped your arms around his waist as your head laid on his back. He shifted your arms around to where you could view his ecstatic face.

“Don’t worry,” he looked down at your twinkling eyes that never stopped sparkling, “I’m not finished with you yet, angel.”

You bit your lip, “I’m looking forward to it.”

What a beautiful morning it was turning out to be at the Elordi household.

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rizzoreads88 · 3 months ago

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“Cassian never said I love you!!”

Cassian:

“Cassian grunted in pain, but lifted his bloodied hands—to cup her face. “I have no regrets in my life, but this.” His voice shook with every word. “That we did not have time. That I did not have time with you, Nesta.” She didn’t stop him as he leaned up and kissed her—lightly. As much as he could manage. Cassian said softly, brushing away the tear that streaked down her face, “I will find you again in the next world—the next life. And we will have that time. I promise.”

There are many ways to express your in love with someone…Cassian lived out “I love you”🥹♥️

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drewsarms · 6 months ago

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𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི Daddy looked so so soooo good today!! All these pictures of Drew has me spiraling!!! I had to write a little something!!

It had been almost 2 weeks since you last seen Drew in person. With all of the press and traveling he was doing it was almost impossible to catch him on a free day. Your neediness had taken over you and it was evidently clear. Sending nudes and teasing little photos to Drew throughout the day saying how much your pussy misses him. How much you missed him. “You better be ready when I see you,” was the message you received from him that had your pussy literally aching.

All it took was for the two of you to be back in the hotel alone after Poguelandia. Drew wasted no time ripping your clothes off and groping you like a perv. Like a man in heat. “God. You looked so fucking sexy today baby. All of this for daddy, huh?” Your half lidded eyes full with seduction and affection looked up at him as you nodded slowly while biting your lip. “Get that ass up on the bed. I’ve been waiting for this since the moment I left.”

He pounded into you like his life depended on it. The headboard repeatedly hit the wall, surely to cause a noise complaint from the people staying next door. Your legs were shaking as your body kept coming undone from how good Drew was drilling his thick cock into you. “That dick that good baby?” He said through a chuckle. Your tears stained your cheeks as you managed to squeak out a “yes daddy” from your swollen, bitten lips. “Fuck me like you missed me. Please Drew! I need it!”

The plapping and wet noise from your squelching pussy filled them room making Drew groan with how good you felt around him, your pussy was sucking him in, completely swallowing his length. You reached back in attempt for him to slow his thrust down but he grabbed your arm as he slapped your ass, hard, making sure to leave a mark. “None of that baby. I told you to be ready when I saw you. Take this fucking dick like a good girl.”

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kookooluvr · 14 days ago

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Our Little Life - Part 1

moments in your little life with the man of your dreams, from the domesticity found in early morning burnt toast and bedtime kisses to late-night diaper disasters, passive-aggressive arguments about laundry, and him proving that married sex can in fact still break the headboard.

pairing: dad!jungkook x (fem) mom!reader

genre: fluff, smut, (angst is barely sprinkled in here and there), family!au, slice of life!au, businessman!jungkook, sahm!reader, lots of cute married couple moments

rating: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

w/c: 5.5k

warnings: takes place when little jungwoo is 22 months old, jk and oc have a date night for the first time since jungwoo was born, yoongi babysits, jungkook is a little nervous to leave jungwoo for the first time, some mishaps, date night doesn't go as planned but oc doesn't care, flirting, kissing, suggestive themes and vague descriptions of sex but nothing too explicit for now.

a/n: introducing our new couple; mr. and mrs. jeon !!! ☺️☺️ i hope you love them as much as i do bc they're just super fluffy and in love and there's nothing better than a man who is completely and utterly obsessed with his wife. let me know your thoughts on them and don't forget to like, comment, reblog and all the fun things 🫶🏼🌟

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You close your eyes, savouring the steaming water cascading over your shoulders in the shower, blissfully tuning out the squeals and chatter echoing from the hallway outside. Tonight is date night. It's actually going to be your first proper evening out alone with Jungkook in almost two years and you intend on enjoying every second of it, including the rare luxury of an uninterrupted everything-shower.

Outside the bathroom, however, is an entirely different story.

"Jungwoo, please," Jungkook half-laughs, half-pleads as he chases after the giggling toddler. He's already dressed in a black button up shirt and black slacks, his cologne wafting through the air, his hair styled perfectly for date night. "Daddy's getting tired, you gotta put on your pyjamas. Don't you wanna help daddy out?"

The little boy shrieks gleefully, running in circles around his room, his messy hair bouncing wildly, his chubby cheeks flushed. "Nooo!" His high-pitched voice fills the room, delightfully defiant.

Jungkook, feeling slightly out of breath, shakes his head, unable to hold back a smile as he chases his half-naked son. "Jungwoo-yah! Come on, work with me here."

"Nooo," Jungwoo giggles, shaking his head. He stands in the middle of his room, playfully wiggling his hips. "Daddy slow!"

Jungkook gasps dramatically, his hand clutching his chest in mock offense. "Daddy's slow?! Oh, you're asking for it, mister." He quickly grabs Jungwoo before he can run away again, swinging him around in his arms and peppering his chubby cheeks with kisses, making him squeal.

Jungkook carries him over to his bed and lays him down, attempting yet again to wrangle him into the tiny, light blue pyjamas decorated with little dinosaurs. "We gotta get you dressed, buddy. Mommy's gonna be ready soon and she'll be upset with daddy if you're not ready too."

"Play!" Jungwoo insists stubbornly, grabbing Jungkook's face between his small hands, squishing his cheeks. "Play, daddy!"

Jungkook softens instantly, his eyes crinkling affectionately. He turns his head to kiss his son's tiny palms, sighing softly. "Okay, let's make a deal. If daddy gets these pyjamas on you right now, we can play with your dinosaurs for a bit. Deal?"

Jungwoo tilts his head, thinking deeply for a moment, his expression so adorably serious that Jungkook has to bite back a chuckle.

"Okay," he nods, stretching his tiny arms up willingly. "Jamas, daddy!"

"Oh, now you want pyjamas, huh?" Jungkook chuckles, gently slipping the soft cotton onto his son's body. "You're lucky you're so cute, you little troublemaker."

"So tute," he giggles, his chubby cheeks puffing out, looking almost identical to his dad.

"You're definitely your mom's kid with that charm," he scoffs, buttoning up Jungwoo's little pyjama top before putting on the pants and smoothing down his messy hair.

Just then, the bathroom door opens, steam billowing out as you step out, wrapped in a fluffy towel, freshly shaved and exfoliated. You stand in the doorway of Jungwoo's room, smiling at your boys.

"Look at you two," you chuckle, watching Jungkook tend to your son. "Did daddy finally manage to win the battle of the pyjamas?"

Jungkook shoots you a playfully pointed look, sitting on the edge of the toddler's bed while Jungwoo climbs into his lap. "Don't start. Your son has limitless amounts of energy, you know."

"Daddy slow," Jungwoo chirps, giggling into his dad's chest.

"Hey!" Jungkook laughs, gently tickling Jungwoo's sides. He glances back at you with a soft smile on his face. "We survived, barely."

You walk over to them, clutching your towel to your chest as you bend down to press a kiss to Jungwoo's cheek, then to Jungkook's temple, lingering a second longer than necessary. "My heroes."

Jungwoo hops off his dad's lap to play with his race cars on the floor, allowing Jungkook to stand up and wrap his arms around your waist. "Did you enjoy your shower, baby?"

"Mhm. But it sounded like I missed quite a show."

"Well, next time, you get pyjamas duty," he smiles, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to your forehead. "He's a ball of energy."

You let out a soft huff of laughter, pulling back to meet his gaze. "I guess I'll have to reward daddy later then."

"Oh, I'm definitely gonna hold you to that," he murmurs softly, a mischievous sparkle dancing in his eyes.

You step back with a smile, gently squeezing your husband's bicep as you go. "I'm gonna go get dressed. You two behave yourselves, okay?"

"No promises," he calls out before scooping Jungwoo up into his arms, pulling a loud giggle from his son.

You make your way to your bedroom and start getting ready while they play. You dry your hair and change into your dress; the black one with the lace trim that shows just enough cleavage to drive your husband a little bit crazy. You apply your makeup and spritz some perfume onto your neck and wrists, when the doorbell rings downstairs. That would be Yoongi, right on time.

Downstairs, Jungkook makes his way to the door with Jungwoo in his arms. "Let's go greet Uncle Yoongi, hm?"

"Yoonie!" Jungwoo cheers excitedly, his tiny hands clapping together. He loves his uncles and aunts, partially because they all spoil him rotten. But who could blame them when your son is just so stinking cute.

Jungkook chuckles and opens the door. Yoongi is stood on the front porch, looking casual and calm as always, dressed in jeans and a hoodie, his hands in his pockets.

"Hey, Kook. Hey, little man," he greets, a gummy smile spreading across his face when he sees Jungwoo's excited face.

"Yoonie!" Jungwoo repeats, squirming out of his dad's hold to hug Yoongi's leg.

"Thanks for doing this, hyung," Jungkook murmurs, stepping aside to let his friend inside. "You're saving our lives tonight."

"No big deal. I figured you two deserve a break," Yoongi shrugs, ruffling Jungwoo's soft hair, the little boy running off to the living room, looking excited to show his uncle all of his toys.

"Okay, so I wrote down some instructions," Jungkook says as he walks over to the kitchen to show Yoongi the piece of paper stuck to the fridge with a magnet. "I know it might seem a little excessive but he's particular about his routines and I don't wanna mess anything up. Trust me, hyung, one missed step and you're done for."

Yoongi's mouth quirks into a barely suppressed smirk, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he sits down at the kitchen island. "Instructions, huh?"

"Yes," Jungkook nods. "First thing, his favourite snacks. He loves apple slices, but they can't be too thick or else he won't eat them. They need to be really thin. Also, there's yogurt on the top shelf in the fridge, but only strawberry. Don't try the banana flavour, he hates it."

Yoongi hums in mock seriousness, nodding along. "Got it. Thin apples, strawberry yogurt. What else?"

Jungkook hardly notices the teasing glint in his friend's eyes, too caught up in his anxious, fatherly checklist. "Songs. For bedtime, it's gotta be the little lullaby playlist on the tablet. He'll let you know what he wants."

"Got it," Yoongi nods patiently, holding back a laugh.

"Oh, and his bedtime routine," Jungkook continues as Jungwoo toddles into the kitchen, his dad scooping him up and sitting him down on the edge of the kitchen counter. "He's already had his bath. He can watch cartoons, but bedtime is at 8. Make sure you brush his teeth. Also, he likes when you read to him, sometimes he'll ask for two bedtime stories, and he likes you to leave the nightlight on, the one with the little dinosaurs on the-"

Yoongi can't hold his grin from breaking into a chuckle. "I got it, Kook. Jungwoo and I will be fine, right buddy?"

Jungwoo nods enthusiastically, smiling up at his dad.

Jungkook lets out a little sigh and nods, still a little nervous despite Yoongi's reassurance.

You descend down the stairs, dressed and ready for your night out, catching the tail end of Jungkook's nervous instructions. You lean against the kitchen island, resting your hand on your hip. "Did he give you the full survival manual?" you tease.

Yoongi laughs, glancing over at you with a relieved look. "I think we're just about done."

Jungkook takes in your appearance, his lips parting at the sight of you. It's been a while since he's seen you this dolled up, and don't get him wrong, he thinks you're sexy even when you're in sweatpants and greasy hair in mom-mode, but seeing you like this is doing a good job of reminding him just how hot his wife is.

"I'm just...making sure hyung knows the ropes," he mumbles absentmindedly, his eyes zeroing in on your cleavage in that dress.

"I think Yoongi can handle Jungwoo for a few hours, baby," you chuckle, stepping closer to wrap your arms around his waist, looking up at him. "He'll be fine."

Jungkook pouts, leaning into you, his arms loosely wrapping around your shoulders. "I'm not worried about hyung. I'm worried about Jungwoo tricking him into letting him stay up late."

"I can handle him," Yoongi nods, chuckling fondly.

Jungkook looks down at you and sighs, dramatically feigning defeat before glancing back at Yoongi. "Alright, fine. But call us if anything happens, okay, hyung? Even if it's just that Jungwoo sneezed or something."

"Noted," Yoongi scoffs, exchanging a look with you.

You chuckle and press a soft kiss to your husband's cheek. "Ready to go, Daddy Bear?"

His lips tug into a smile, affection radiating from his eyes as he glances between Yoongi and Jungwoo. He nods, finally relaxing into your embrace.

"Yeah, let's get out of here before I start another lecture."

You pick Jungwoo up and give him a big hug and a kiss on his cheek, murmuring a soft, "Be good for Uncle Yoongi, okay, Woo-Woo?" As you grab your purse, you glance over your shoulder, catching Jungkook giving Yoongi one last concerned look, silently mouthing, "Thin apples."

Oh, how you love this man.

The second the front door closes behind you, Jungkook sighs dramatically, leaning back against it for a moment as you start walking toward the car.

"Are you sure Yoongi can handle him?" he asks, anxiety sneaking back into his tone. "I mean, Jungwoo can be a menace."

You laugh, gently tugging his sleeve to pull him away from the house. "Yoongi lived with Hobi and Joon for five years. Babysitting Jungwoo should be a piece of cake in comparison."

"I guess that's true," Jungkook chuckles, following you to the car. He opens your door for you, leaning in closely as you settle in. He presses a kiss to your cheek and closes the door before jogging around the car. You watch fondly, feeling a little flutter of excitement as he slides into the driver's seat and turns the car on.

Once the engine hums to life, Jungkook glances over at you, his eyes trailing over your face illuminated by the streetlight. "You look gorgeous, by the way."

You smile shyly, cheeks flushing under his gaze. Even after years of marriage and a baby, he still manages to make you feel all giddy and mushy inside. A simple compliment from him has your face flushing and your heart racing.

"You look pretty good yourself, Mr. Jeon."

His eyebrow quirks up as he backs out of the driveway. "Careful, baby. You keep calling me Mr. Jeon and we might not even make it to dinner."

"Promises, promises," you tease, reaching out to gently trail your fingers along the back of his hand on the gear shift. Your smile softens, gazing at him thoughtfully. "It's been way too long since we've done this. I'm excited."

Jungkook hums, keeping his eyes ahead of him while he turns on the radio. "Yeah, we used to do date nights almost every weekend."

Yeah," you smile, feeling nostalgic. "Now date night is microwaving leftover chicken nuggets and watching cartoons at 2 a.m."

"Hey, there's nothing wrong with reheated chicken nuggets," Jungkook retorts playfully, shooting you a smirk before returning his attention to the road. "But I definitely prefer you in this dress over my old hoodies."

"Really? You don't like the ketchup stains? That's kinda become my thing lately."

He scoffs, shaking his head in amusement. "You could wear a potato sack and I'd still think you're hot."

Your laughter fills the car, bright and melodic. You lean closer, voice dropping to a playful whisper, "Is that a kink confession? Do potato sacks get you off?"

"Shush," he laughs, cheeks flushed, clearly flustered by your teasing. "I'm just saying you're unfairly beautiful, okay? Stop bullying your husband."

"I'm sorry, baby. You know I love you," you murmur sweetly, your fingers lightly trailing up along his thigh, watching his muscles visibly tense, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. "Better?"

"Worse, baby" he groans, shifting in his seat. "You're cruel."

"You love it," you tease, eyes glinting mischievously. "Admit it."

His lips quirk up into a soft smile, glancing over at you, his eyes laced with affection. "Yeah. Maybe I do."

A comfortable silence falls between you for a moment, the radio playing quietly in the background. Jungkook takes your hand and brings it to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles, bringing back memories of the dates he took you on back when you were younger, those nights you both spent shyly falling in love.

"I love Woo-Woo with all my heart, but...I missed these moments," you sigh, breaking the silence. "Y'know, when we're just us, not mom and dad."

"Yeah, me too," he murmurs softly, glancing at you with such soft intensity it sends warmth rushing through your chest. "You think he would notice if we made this a weekly thing?"

"Absolutely," you laugh. "And he'd probably guilt-trip you for not taking him on a date as well."

"Yeah," Jungkook chuckles softly. "Little guy learned from the best."

You feign shock. "Me? Are you accusing me of manipulation?"

"Not accusing. Complimenting," he teases, squeezing your hand gently. "You're very persuasive."

"Good save," you laugh, leaning across the console to press a tender kiss against his cheek. Your lips linger, warmth radiating between you both. "Almost just threw away your bedroom privileges."

Jungkook's eyebrows raise, a slow, suggestive smile spreading across his face. "Do I get bedroom privileges tonight?"

"Depends," you grin, reaching out to absentmindedly play with the hair at the back of his neck. "You can do whatever you want to me in the bedroom if this date goes well."

He groans, his eyes briefly flickering over to you before returning to the road. "You're gonna make me crash this car."

You pull your hand away, resting in back in your lap, biting back a satisfied grin. "Sorry. I'll behave until after dinner."

"Good," he scoffs. "I don't think this restaurant would appreciate me showing up hard as a rock."

You snort, looking out the car's window, watching the buildings as you pass by. "Is it fancy?"

"Oh yeah. Booked it a week ago," Jungkook nods proudly. "I heard they have great reviews. Candlelit tables, expensive wine, we're going all out tonight."

Your smile grows wider as you look over at him, feeling touched by the amount of effort he put into date night. "Look at you, Mr. Romance."

He shoots you a smirk, looking rather smug. "Husband of the Year, huh?"

You roll your eyes. "You're lucky I love you."

He smiles tenderly, his voice dropping to a soft, sincere murmur. "I love you more, you know. Even more than back when we first started dating." He stops at a red light, giving you his full attention, his eyes sparkling in the low light of the car. He leans in close, his face inches from yours.

You meet him halfway, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

He deepens the kiss, his hand coming up to cup your cheek, his eyes fluttering shut. The kiss leaves you breathless, your heart pounding as he slips his tongue into your mouth. It gets heated before you break away, looking like a flustered teenage girl again. "Light's green."

He chuckles softly, turning back to the road, visibly proud of himself. "Fine. To be continued."

You lean back, cheeks warm, heart full. You've missed this so much. Missed him, missed the playful flirting and teasing, the effortless chemistry that makes your marriage feel so vibrant and alive.

Tonight is already perfect, and dinner hasn't even started yet. At least, that's what you think.

Jungkook leads you into the cozy, dimly lit restaurant, your excitement growing at the romantic ambiance, the soft music drifting through the air, candlelit tables creating the perfect atmosphere for your long-awaited night together.

He confidently steps up to the hostess podium, giving the young woman behind it a charming smile.

"Reservation for Jeon Jungkook, please," he says, resting his hand at the base of your spine.

The hostess nods politely, tapping something into her tablet before her expression falters. Her eyes nervously flicker from the screen back up to Jungkook, a flush creeping onto her cheeks.

"Um, I'm really sorry, sir, but..." she hesitates, clearly uncomfortable. "It looks like we've accidentally double-booked your table. It seems we don't have any...availability right now."

Jungkook's smile falters, replaced with confusion. "What do you mean double-booked? I made this reservation a week ago."

The hostess swallows anxiously, shifting on her feet. "Yes, I see that, sir, but there must have been a system glitch or something. Unfortunately, we're completely booked tonight."

He sighs, clearly frustrated. "Is there nothing you can do? We've been looking forward to this all week. This is our first night out in a really long time."

She shakes her head apologetically. "I'm so sorry, sir. We can offer you a reservation for another day if you'd like-"

"That won't really help right now, will it?" he interrupts, clearly annoyed.

You gently stroke his forearm, remaining calm. "Hey, it’s okay, baby. It's not her fault."

He looks down at you, his eyes softening immediately. "But this was supposed to be special."

"It still is," you reassure him, not seeming too bothered by the mishap. "Let's just find somewhere else to eat. It's okay, really."

Jungkook sighs, his shoulders dropping. He gives you a small nod, turning back to the hostess. "Sorry, it's just...we have a toddler, we don't get to do this often."

She gives him an apologetic smile. "I completely understand, sir. Again, I'm very sorry about the mix-up."

"It's okay. Thank you anyway," he mutters, giving her a weak smile before guiding you to the exit. He sighs, clearly disappointed. "I can't believe it. This was supposed to be really fancy and romantic."

You give him a reassuring smile, squeezing his hand while you walk. "It's still romantic as long as I'm with you. Let's just try somewhere else. Maybe that nice Japanese restaurant downtown."

He smiles faintly, lacing his fingers with yours. "Fine, but I'm leaving them a one-star review."

"You will not," you laugh, lightly nudging him with your shoulder as you head through the exit.

He stops you on the sidewalk outside, letting go of your hand to wrap his arms around your waist. "I swear, I had this night perfectly planned out. I'm sorry it's off to a bad start."

"Hey, don't apologize," you shake your head, but before you can continue, a sudden clap of thunder cracks loudly above you, making you both jump in surprise.

"Oh no," Jungkook groans, glancing up just as the skies open, heavy rain pouring down and instantly soaking you both.

"Perfect timing!" you laugh, shrieking as cold raindrops splash against your skin. Jungkook quickly pulls you into his chest, attempting to shield you, though he's just as soaked as you are.

"Run!" he shouts through his laughter, grabbing your hand and dashing toward the car. Your shoes squelch through rapidly forming puddles as you race across the parking lot, both giggling breathlessly.

You both scramble into the car, completely drenched and panting for air. Jungkook stares at you for a moment, hair plastered to his forehead, shirt sticking to his skin. You look equally ridiculous, makeup slightly smudged, dress clinging uncomfortably.

"This is officially a disaster," Jungkook sighs, his head falling back against the seat.

"A memorable disaster, though," you chuckle, squeezing water out of your hair. "We'll never forget it, that's for sure."

He glances at you, his eyes containing amusement despite the chaos. "How are you still optimistic right now?"

"Someone has to be," you shrug.

He sighs, feeling determined to recover some dignity. "Alright, plan B. I'll check if the Japanese restaurant has a reservation for us."

You smile encouragingly, watching him fiddle with his phone, taking a few minutes to check if the Japanese restaurant has any availability. After a few moments, though, he tosses it back into his lap with an exasperated groan.

"Everything's either closed or booked solid," he mutters, looking defeated once more. "So much for date night."

You reach over to him, gently pushing some wet strands of hair from his forehead, an apologetic smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Come on, it's not a total loss yet."

He raises a skeptical eyebrow. "You sure about that?"

Your smile grows more genuine, leaning over to kiss his wet cheek. "Yeah, because I know exactly how to fix this."

"How?" he asks, looking wary but amused.

"Fast-food date," you announce proudly. "Let's just go and get burgers and have a car picnic."

He sighs, his face twisting into a defeated smile.

Twenty minutes later, you find yourselves in a brightly lit fast-food drive-through, Jungkook ordering your meals into the speaker.

"Can I get two double cheeseburgers, two large fries, and two strawberry milkshakes, please," he calls out into the intercom before driving to the next window to pay, stealing a glance at you with a cheeky grin. "Only the best fine dining for my lady."

You giggle, fondly rolling your eyes.

After the food arrives, Jungkook parks in the dimly lit parking lot, the rain pattering against the car's windshield. "Your romantic dinner, madame," he quips as he hands you your food.

You unwrap your burger, taking a bite and sighing happily, your cheeks stuffed. "Honestly? I wouldn't trade this for anything right now."

He takes a bite of his own burger and beams at you, his shoulders finally relaxing now that he knows you're not disappointed. "Really?"

"Really," you nod, popping a fry into your mouth. "It feels like we're teenagers again, taking late night drives to eat greasy food."

He laughs, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "I guess. It's just too bad you didn't get to have the overpriced wine I was planning on ordering at that restaurant."

"Overpriced? I'm glad I didn't get to have it," you scoff. "Tell me, what would have paired well with the ravioli I never got to eat?"

"Easy," he shrugs, licking some smudged sauce from his thumb. "That cheap red wine we used to buy back in uni. The one with the twist cap that we always struggled to open."

You burst out laughing, thinking back to the days when drinking red wine made you feel rich and fancy, even if it tasted less than mediocre. "God, that stuff tasted like bad grape juice and...regret," you chuckle.

"And yet, you said yes to marrying me after drinking a bottle of it," he teases, grinning from ear to ear. "So clearly it got the job done."

There's something so comforting about sitting in the car with the rain falling outside, no distractions, just the two of you reminiscing about the start of your relationship.

"Remember when we moved in together?" you ask, popping a fry into your mouth.

Jungkook groans dramatically. "You mean when we realized neither of us knew how to install curtains or assemble IKEA furniture?"

You snort. "And yet, we survived."

"Barely," he laughs. "I almost broke up with you over that bookshelf."

"You mean the one that still leans slightly to the left?"

"Exactly," he scoffs, giving you a pointed look. "That one."

You both giggle like teenagers, cheeks flushed, hearts filled with nostalgia.

"And then," you sigh dramatically, "I blinked and we were married. And pregnant."

"You were a terrifying pregnant woman," he mutters with a snort. "Gorgeous. Glowing...but also terrifying. You once cried because your steak was overcooked."

"It was overcooked, I wasn't overreacting!"

"And you accused me of breathing too loud during your third trimester."

"You were breathing loud!" you gasp, laughing so hard it makes your stomach ache.

"I was asleep!" he exclaims, but he's laughing too, head tipped back against the seat. "Man, you were so pregnant. Like, full power, final boss level."

You wipe your eyes, still chuckling. "But you were so patient with me."

"You made it easy to be patient," he murmurs, his voice growing softer. "You were growing my baby in there. How could I not worship you?"

You smile, leaning your head against the headrest. "I still can't believe we made that little boy."

"I can," Jungkook grins, reaching over to intertwine his fingers with yours. "He's got your eyes, your laugh. My stubbornness, unfortunately."

"And your dramatic flair," you scoff, squeezing his hand.

He snickers. "Yeah, that too."

A beat of comfortable silence passes between you, full of warmth and love and fries eaten with interlocked fingers.

"I missed date nights," you whisper.

Jungkook sighs and lifts your hand to press a kiss to your knuckles. "We'll make more time, I promise. Even if it's just burgers in the car."

You look at him, your heart full to the brim. "As long as it's with you, I don't care what or where we eat."

He feels an immense amount of gratitude towards you for your reassurance. "I love you."

You lean closer, kissing his lips and tasting the subtle remnants of his burger. "I love you too."

"Next time, I promise I'll triple-check the reservations and the weather report."

"You better," you tease, settling back comfortably and taking another bite of your burger. You sigh contentedly, relaxing as the soft hum of the rain surrounds the two of you. Despite the bumps in the road, tonight couldn't feel more perfect.

You're both giggling when you approach your front door, soaking wet from the rain, shoes squeaking against the pavement. Jungkook shakes his head, an amused smile plastered across his face as he pushes his damp hair back and reaches for your hand.

"Well, Mrs. Jeon, tonight was certainly...something," he chuckles.

You lean into him as you walk, your smile spreading wider. "I had a lot of fun."

He unlocks the front door, stepping into the warmth of your home. Your eyes immediately fall on Yoongi, sprawled awkwardly across your couch, knocked out after an evening of chasing Jungwoo around.

"Oh my god," Jungkook whispers, holding back his laughter. "Jungwoo really wore him out."

"Poor Yoongi," you giggle softly, lightly shaking his shoulder. "Yoongi, we're home."

Yoongi jolts awake, blinking rapidly as he sits up, still a bit disoriented after his well-deserved nap. "Wha- oh, you're home."

"How was Jungwoo?"

He yawns, rubbing his eyes. "Kid's a tornado but we managed. He crashed about two hours ago. Honestly, I don't know how you two do this every day."

"You get used to it," Jungkook laughs, gently patting his shoulder. "Thanks, hyung. Seriously, we owe you big time."

"Yeah, you do," Yoongi mutters with a sleepy smile, slowly standing from the couch. He nods toward the stairs. "Anyway, your boy is sleeping like an angel."

"Thanks, Yoongi," you smile gratefully, giving him a quick hug before Jungkook walks him to the door. "We owe you dinner."

"Make it a quiet one next time," he calls out over his shoulder, waving as he slips out the front door.

Once the door closes behind him, Jungkook immediately heads upstairs to check on Jungwoo. You follow, stopping in the doorway of his bedroom. Jungkook wraps his arm around your shoulders, lovingly gazing at his son who's fast asleep, tiny fingers curled protectively around his favourite dinosaur plushie.

"He looks so cute like this," Jungkook whispers wistfully.

You smile as you rest your head in the crook of his neck. "Just like his daddy."

Jungkook laughs softly, turning his head to press a soft kiss to your temple. "You flatter me."

Once you've made sure the little one is peacefully asleep, he quietly guides you out of the room, gently closing the door behind him.

"I'm sorry again about tonight," he whispers sincerely, leaning against the wall in the hallway. "I really wanted it to be special and not in a boring drive-through parking lot."

"Hey," you whisper softly, stepping closer and gently cupping his cheeks in your hands. "It doesn't matter. It was special anyway."

He tilts his head, eyes searching yours for any doubt or hesitation. "You're not just saying that?"

"Of course I'm not just saying that, baby." You shake your head with a warm smile, leaning up on your tiptoes until your lips gently brush against his ear. "Besides, date night doesn't have to end yet."

The corners of his mouth twitch into a little grin, heat pooling in the pit of his stomach. "No?"

You shake your head, fingers slowly sliding down his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his chest as his breathing speeds up. "No. I'm still wearing this dress, you still look devastating in that shirt, Jungwoo's asleep..."

Jungkook's gaze darkens, a slow smirk curling across his lips. "Are you saying what I think you're saying, Mrs. Jeon?"

You tug at his hand, pulling him towards the bedroom. "Come find out."

He follows you wordlessly, lips parted, his breath catching slightly as he watches you saunter off ahead of him, each sway of your hips feeling deliberate, teasing. The soft click-clack of your heels, the occasional creak of the wood, it all feels amplified, every second thick with anticipation.

When you reach the bedroom and you hear the click of the door closing behind you, you turn to look at him, your hands reaching behind you to unzip your dress, already kicking off your heels.

"Door locked?" you ask, your voice quiet but suggestive.

Jungkook doesn't hesitate. "Locked," he whispers, already peeling off his soaked shirt and dropping it to the floor, holding eye contact.

"Still think tonight wasn't perfect?" you grin, slowly pulling the dress' zip down your back.

He steps toward you slowly, reverently, like you're something sacred. "It's perfect now."

You meet him halfway, your hands finding the warm skin of his chest as his lips brush over yours, slow, deep, aching with the weight of everything you haven't gotten to do in so long. He kisses you like he's starved for you, like every little glance and touch he gave you this evening built up the need he's feeling now. His hands slide along your waist, down your hips, and back up to slowly pull your dress from your skin, his tongue licking into your mouth.

"God, baby," he whispers against your lips. "You're so sexy."

You sigh into his mouth, fingers tangling in his damp hair. "Make love to me, Jungkook."

Clothes drop slowly, his hands never rushing, never fumbling, just steady and deliberate, like he wants to memorise every inch of you all over again. You melt into his touch, your back hitting the bed, laughter mixing with gasps as your limbs tangle beneath the sheets.

It's not frantic or wild like the times when Jungwoo goes down for a nap and you only have a limited amount of time before he wakes up again.

No. It's soft and slow, breathtaking, months of exhaustion and longing and love unravelling into breathless moans and whispered confessions against bare skin. He holds you like he never wants to let go. Thrusts into you like it's the most pleasure he's ever felt in his life. Kisses you like the world could end tomorrow and he'd still want this to be the last thing he feels.

He cums with your name on his lips and your nails digging into his back.

When it's over, he lays with his head pressed to your bare chest, your bodies feeling warm and drowsy, your leg draped over his hip and his hand softly stroking your thigh.

"I love you," he breathes out, his lips brushing over your collarbone, his voice coming out sleepy and blissful.

You smile, lazily playing with his messy hair. "I love you."

He huffs out a soft chuckle, kissing your sternum. "You think date night was a success after all?"

You hum, already half-asleep. "Rain, burgers and sex with my husband? Honestly...pretty unbeatable."

He laughs, holding you tighter. You both drift off to sleep feeling content, and even though the night didn't go to plan, it somehow turned into everything you both needed.

You look forward to the next date night with your favourite guy.

#jungkook smut #jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #jungkook imagines #jungkook scenarios #bts #bts x reader #bts smut #bts fluff #bts angst #jungkook series #bts series #bts jungkook #fic: oll #kookooluvr

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writingsofwesteros · 11 days ago

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Can you write a story where Laena has a twin, Lyarra who has only Targaryen features, and has always been a daddy’s girl? Corlys and Rhaenys relationship has been strained due to Rhaenys reluctance to continue their legacy, Laena running off with Daemon, and Laenor’s unfruitful marriage. Rhaenys has chosen to leave to guide Rhaenyra and Laenor through their marriage, leaving Corlys alone with his favorite child. Heavy breeding kink, Corlys constantly whispering sweet nothings as Lyarra is a whimpering mess beneath him.

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

NSFW

“Shhh, there you go, such a good girl I have,” Corlys whispered sweet nothings; his larger body hovering above his Princess. He still could not believe how tight she was; his fat cock pushing deep as she whined so prettily for him. Fuck, she was made for him. The Lord of the Tides truly believed that as he rested his head against hers. His fingers gently brushed through those locks of hers that he adored as he slowly began to rock his hips. The desire for her only grew without any end in sight, it seemed. Something that had been following him for so long. Now, he struggled to keep a hold of the beast inside him and times like this, Corlys desired not to keep his restraint.

Her delicate hand slowly moved down his broad back; nails digging in that had his fat cock twitching against her gummy walls. His hand reached for the headboard as a way of gaining more leverage to take her fully. The wet, obscene noises echoed in his chambers as his balls slapped against her pretty, soft flesh. The ring of cream around his thick length had a whisper of her name falling from his lips as Corlys rested his head on hers. A gleam of sweat had her glowing before him as their noses brushed together. Her back arched as a harsh thrust bullied her soft spot with ease. The reaction only had the Lord of the Tides repeating his thrusts.

Their lips met as her soft, ample breasts pressed against his chest; goosebumps moving over her skin with ease as her eyes rolled. Her legs wrapped around his waist with a near mind of their own, which only had Corlys chuckling. “Father — ah–,” his cock twitched once more at the title falling from her lips. “Please —” “I know, shh, there, hmm, just there.” She stared up at him; eyes glazed in pleasure as he pushed deep. Her toes curled as she choked on any other words she desired to speak. Her sweet looking breasts began to bounce with each thrust he gave and soon Corlys could only lean in and hotly capture her pretty, pebbled nipple.

His mind filled with images of them leaking with milk; filling his heir and himself. His fat tongue slowly circled her nipple; his eyes locked onto her. Her face flushed as she reached for his locks of hair; pulling him closer. Her legs now nearer to her head as his cock pushed an inch deeper that caused her to squeal. She squirted around his cock; her wetness coating him as Corlys only continued to rock his hips. He fucked her through her climax at a gentle pace. His head now burrowing into her neck as her mouth watering scent washed over him. He nuzzled some more as she clung to him; her heart beat pounding in her ears.

The crash of a storm tapped against the stained glass windows and Corlys could only stare into her eyes. His legacy staring back at him. His hand softly groped at her sweet, ample breast; his thumb brushing over her pebbled nipple. The act alone caused her to whine out for him. His free hand slowly moved to bend her legs, causing her sweet, creamy pussy to clamp down.

“I love you,” she whispered into his ear; choking back a moan as her Lord father began to move once more. Her arms wrap around his neck as Corlys rests his head on hers; the new position causing him to push deeper. It was hard to know where she ended and he stared; their bodies so closely interlocked. The feeling was euphoric.

Her heart was pounding in her ears and for a moment, she could hear Corlys’ heartbeat as well. Almost in sync. He was far too distracted by her bulging stomach as each thrust had him closer to his own climax. The soft feel of her touch had goosebumps moving over his skin with ease. He felt as if he was a young man again. He stared down at the erotic sight before him; a ring of cream forming around his thick cock with each thrust. Her sweet soft breasts bouncing so invitingly; his mouth nearly watering at the sight as her eyes rolled back. His hand returned to the headboard as he pushed deeper; her cries echoing louder now as she hiccuped in pleasure each time his fat, mushroom head bullied her sweet spot.

His own stomach began to tighten in pleasure; his climax closed in now as she began to milk his cock. Her sweet, wet pussy clamping down as Corlys grunted in pleasure. “So tight,” he mumbled as he struggled to keep fucking her and all his Princess could do was shake beneath him. Her eyes were shining with tears. She was such a glorious sight, Corlys thought to himself as he gently reached for the back of her neck and brought her impossibly closer. Their lips met with practised ease; their tongues dancing in greeting once more as she completely melted for him. His hands groping her body; oh how Corlys had many lonely nights filled with the thought of her.

And now he gets to have her. Fully. The thought alone was enough to push Corlys over the edge as he quickened his movements. A soft gasp of his name fell from her lips like a prayer as his cum flooded her with ease. Her body welcomed him without fuss; not that Corlys expected much when he had been preparing her for so long. “Such a good girl, there you go - take it, Lyarra.” Corlys purred in her ear as he pressed deep, plugging her even as his cum dripped down his thick length. Her soft breasts pressed against his chest as her fingers brushed over his face. The Lord of the Tides could not help but lean into her touch before he placed a soft kiss to the palm of her hand.

The soft moment was a contrast to what he had just acted like; a wild, untamed beast that only desired to breed. It was never long before she hid in his neck; burrowing as a flash of shame moved through her body. She clung to him still as Corlys began to pepper her face with soft kisses; overwhelming her thoughts so they did not linger. His manipulation of his girl was one of ease as her body relaxed against him; their noses brushing together. Her arms wrapping around his neck as their lips met in a loving embrace; his tongue moved over her soft, plump bottom lip. Corlys chuckled at the soft gasp that still escaped her even after all they had done together.

She was perfect, he thought to himself. And all his. His larger hand slowly moved to her stomach now as she calmed herself. “I love you,” Corlys finally whispered in his reply to her own love confession. Her heart could only skip a beat at his words. He gently cupped her face once more; his thumb moved over her soft lip before she opened her mouth. Her tongue slowly moved up his thumb before hotly capturing and then sucking. Corlys could not stop his reactions; his cock twitching inside her once more. Her gummy walls fluttered around him as her arousal only continued to build. Her stomach tightening as his free hand slowly travelled south; her body arching towards him. Her sweet, sensitive clit was soon captured by two of his knuckles whilst she could only moan around his thumb, much to Corlys amusement. A smirk tugged on his lips as the Lord of the Tides watched her every reaction. “Oh—ah, too – too much,” her babbling only pushed Corlys further as his thicker fingers brushed over her creamy pussy with speed. Corlys leaned in and captured her sweet tasting lips once more; her moans muffled as his touch only continued. His fat, mushroom head was still pressed against her spongy spot that had her eyes watering. Their tongues danced and her stomach began to tighten in anticipation. All the while her body thrashed before him.

#corlys velaryon x reader #hotd smut #hotd fanfic #request

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fawnsflowerbed · 6 months ago

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MDNI!!! AGAIN!!!!

Umm I'm thinking about Vendetta Leon with his puppy/bunny hybrid for this one but it could also just be a regular ol’ AFAB fem reader and YES, IT IS ANOTHER ASMR PORN THING because I can't get it out of my head leave me alone...

UHH CONTENT WARNING FOR ESTABLISHED CONSENSUAL SLEEP-PLAY!!!! This audio specifically from Whorosethinks (love him) gives me SUCH vibes like

Imagining it’s a lazy Sunday morning, and Leon's body is instinctively waking him up early since he's so used to doing it for his old assignments. But then he settles in and realises oh yeah shit it's still the weekend, so he chills out, tossing over only to see you. Oh, you. All soft snores and little twitching nose, your tail wiggling ever so slightly. He loves you so dearly, cherishes you, kisses the ground you walk on for Christ's sake. Railing that perfect pussy is just an added bonus.

But fuck, the position you've decided to flop into. Half on your tummy, one leg tossed over so your pert ass is up and those thighs are parted. It's not Leon's fault that he's got morning wood, it's not Leon's fault that you're dressed in nothing but one of his t-shirts and some skimpy underwear so from this angle has the perfect view of your cunt soaking through the thin fabric. He swallows hard. He might also be a little hungover, that's definitely not helping.

You've already talked this out together, and you'd made it clear in the past that if you wanted dear old owner to bury himself in your cunt even if you're asleep you'll wear a specific colour of panties. So, of course, he gets a closer look through the haze of the early morning.

There it is. Navy blue. Just like his work shirt. All pretty and lacy. He has free rein.

So of course he takes a thick finger to slide the frills to the side, slick coating the digit as he gently handles you. Of course he splays a careful hand over your back as he fumbles to lazily pull down his sweatpants, bare chest heaving as he stares at your twitching hole like he's been fucking hypnotised. He's slow, easing his rock hard dick into you inch by inch, watching that adorable nose wrinkle at the feeling of being stretched and filled by your beloved owner's cock. And god you feel so good, hot and wet, he has to take a second to collect himself.

Shaky hands stabilised on each side of your head, it doesn't take him too long to start gently fucking into you with long, slow strokes, stoking the ache in his guts with every push and pull through the velvet of your heat. He furrows his eyebrows, groaning deep from his chest, losing himself in you to the point of readjustment. He settles you fully onto your stomach, elbows bracketting you and chest to your back, cuddlefucking your sleeping form into the mattress with every clench and twitch of your insides. It should be illegal for someone's pussy to be this good, right? But he loves you, so he tries to be soft, even if he does slowly ramp up a little quicker, a little harder, a little deeper, you've got him panting like he's run a marathon.

So when you stir in your sleep, nose twitching and tail wiggling, giving that broken sleepy whimper of "Daddy?" that he loves so much all Leon can do is shush you. Leaning forward to nudge his face nice and close to your ear, whispering soothingly. "Shh, stay still baby. Daddy just needs to use his pet's perfect cunt." And ever the loyal and loving thing you are you obey with a squeaky whimper, melting into the pillows beneath him. Oh, he adores you. So compliant.

He's groaning, bordering on whiny at the way you simply let him use you, watching you adorably paw at the headboard. Every sweet tired mewl and gasp of yours against the frilled trim of the pillows. You're everything to him, taking him to the hilt, balls deep, even as he gently pins your arms behind your back so he can pronebone you good and deep into the duvet. Even as he picks up the pace, dragging his cock over every ridge of your pussy. The feeling of your hole sucking down on him like you're trying to rip his dick clean off is driving his brain to insanity, making him go dizzy. But watching your eyes flutter shut and tail wag and twitch as he dicks you down good and deep is probably the best thing in the world.

Well, a close second.

The best thing is definitely getting to creampie your cunt, watching you go rigid with perked ears and a high pitched, broken moan from your throat, how you fall to a slack pile of syrupy love stuffed full of his cum, that's definitely in first place.

And then there's the question of where this lies; what he's doing right now, peppering soft kisses across your cheeks, rubbing stubble against your face as he tugs your panties back into place. Cuddling you close with soothing words and soft back rubs until you both pass back out for another hour or so.

Eh. That sits somewhere between first and second. He's just a man, after all.

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muntitled · 10 months ago

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most to least likely in enhypen to have a daddy kink? <3

Fatherless Behaviour: Enha Edition

Cw: Language, nsfw, +18, daddy kink, ddlg themes, edging, breeding kink

Now you're speaking my language

₊ ⊹ - Jay

If there's one thing that everyone in his life is certain of, its that Jay is wholeheartedly and irrevocably obsessed with caring for his girl. It came natural for him to refill your water bottles when you found yourself immersed in your study notes during odd hours of the day; the way he'd tuck your braids behind your ear when you were reading on the couch. It even manifested in him cooking for you, a routine that you both fell ceremoniously into the very moment you moved into his apartment.

You watch from your position by the counter as your boyfriend meticulously plates his obscenely artistic rendition of scallops and risotto. His brows are furrowed and his pert lips are clamped shut as he focuses on work. His exposed arms lend you the sinful view of your nail marks left from when he beant you over the second you arrived after work. Promising to eat you out after you both had an actual meal.

He's so incredibly in charge as he glides about the kitchen, and you only realize far too late that Jongseong was already placing your food in front of you while he stood at a safe distance on the other side of the island separating you both.

"Dinner's served, Princess- put the phone down yeah?" You click your phone off, feeling your stomach erupt into a swarm of moths, butterflies and every other winged creature that exists.

"You spoil me." You tease, suddenly feeling uninterested in eating anything that wasn't him.

"You deserve to be spoilt." He says with a light shrug, as he turns to busy himself with cleaning up. You don't ask if he's going to join you because he rarely ever does, always concerned with making sure you eat first.

"My friend's say you spoil me too much-" you look down at your food while innocently picking and prodding at your meal.

"Might as well call you 'Daddy', they said," a clash of dishes in the sink invite a flurry of coughs from Jongseong who raises his head. His eyebrow is quirked.

"Should I?" You ask, completely enamored with the way he leans back against the counter with his arms folded as if he were humoring you, "Should you what?"

"Call you that?"

"I dont suppose any human being would like to be called 'That'" Jongseong says, striding slowly towards you with his hands behind his back. "Be more specifc. What do you wanna call me-"

"I dont feel like having supper right now," your eyes crinkle with mischief, "Daddy." The second those words leave your mouth, solidifying a new web in your already intricate relationship, Jongseong stands behind you. His front is pressed against your back. You're almost in risk of slipping off the barstool but he has you- hand wrapped around your front, pulling you backwards until his cock is firmly pressed into your back, letting you know just how turned on he actually is.

You must not be in the mood to eat dinner since trouble is the only thing you apparently seek.

"Fuck dinner, since apparently you're concerned with something else." He lowers his face to your hair, rubbing his hand along your face like his most coveted possession. "Tell Daddy what else your friends say about us..."

₊ ⊹ - Sunghoon

It'd happen quite unceremoniously, quite surprisingly while Sunghoon is reclined against the headboard.

Reading.

Reading with his book in his one hand, while the other is splayed around you, fingering you to dangerous orgasm. Your legs are forced open by the invisible weight of his words alone, warning you of the consequences if you dared snap your legs shut while he's busy 'taking care of you,'

"S-Sunghoon, please..."

You should have cum 15 minutes ago, when you innocently asked your boyfriend for a little bit of attention away from his book. 5 chapters later and Sunghoon was still lazily rubbing at your clit, playing with your wetness while his brows furrowed as he followed along with the story.

Sunghoon snickered along with whatever he encountered in those inky pages while you lay in between his legs, utterly damaged. Your hips stuttered upwards as his long fingers swiped across your clit once more. A gasp wrenched itself from your throat.

"F-Fuck, D-Daddy I'm gonna cum-"

Its the first time his head snaps away from the book and he watches with wide eyes as you come undone on his fingers. He's far too enamoured to stop you, far too enamoured to keep you from slipping over the edge any longer. Sunghoon's face is absolute stone, his parted lips being the only indication that he's even slightly surprised.

"U-Uh, I'm sorry- it just sorta slipped out-" before you could ever even finish your sentence, Sunghoon is pushing you off his lap, discarding his book on the floor.

"Hoonie- what're you-"

"Getting rid of your birth control." He answers back robotcually.

"Didn't know you were trying to get pregnant but I'm down if you're down."

He flushes your birth control down the drain.

₊ ⊹ - Heeseung

Kink had been a revolving door of conversation between you and Heeseung since the very moment you had sex. It was not uncommon for you both to randomly bring up sexual topics with each other because you were still in the weird and sticky learning stage of your relationship. Heeseung was especially very vocal about the little things you did that drove his mind into sordid places. It was natural for him to randomly say, "Wait that was so hot," or "Fuck do that again," especially when you found yourself, as you currently were, beant over the kitchen counter.

Heeseung had expressed how attractive he found it when you engaged in domestic activities around the house so in actual fact, you should not be surprised that he had your tits pressed against the cold marble counter and your panties stuffed in your mouth because Heeseung loved how much of a slut it made you look for him. "This is such a pretty dress, baby-" Heeseung is absolutely insatiable as he fists your skirt over your ass, rutting into you like he couldn't bear to be apart from your body.

"The moment I saw you-" He's slurring his words together, so utterly caught in lust and you can feel his drool land on your ass. "The moment I saw you I knew I had be inside you, Princess-"

You'd never been particularly affected by nicknames at the best of sometimes, however, it was something about the way he said it -so natural and cute like he truly believed you were his little princess- that had your inhibitions melting away.

"F-Fuck Daddy-"

"Oh my god, I'm gonna cum-" Heeseung’s hand lands on your back, pressing you further down onto the counter as he cums prematurely inside you. "F-Fuck!" He huffs. "WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT!? WHERE DID YOU LEARN THAT-"

"Hee, I h-havent cum yet, please-"

He reaches his hand between your bodies, jerking himself off against your folds as he says, "call me daddy again and I'll be ready to fuck you in no time-"

₊ ⊹ - Jake

While not nearly as much of a ddlg indulger, Jake strikes me as the kind of insatiable boyfriend that constantly has his mind in the gutter. So anything you say, no matter how innocent or veiled in a joke it might seem to be, I feel like Jake would somehow find a way to bring the topic back to sex. Innocent Daddy namedrop included.

He's be laying on the bed tapping away at the screen of his phone utterly consumed by a mobile game and if you ask him whether he completed an errand you asked him to run for you, and he mumbles 'yes' and you immediately reply wiyh "Thanks Daddy,"- yeah, his mind is going to unsavoury places.

Jake would discard his phone to the side, and immediately start undoing the drawstring of his sweatpants.

"What is going on right now?" You'd ask as he pulls you onto his lap, immediately cupping your breasts in his palms with his face buried in your neck.

"Daddy huh?"

"U-Um" He'd force your hips to start moving against his lap, all while whining, "You can't just say stuff like that..."

₊ ⊹ - Sunoo

You'd have to catch him in the height of an orgasm in order to get any sort of reaction from it. "Oh my god, Im gonna cum," while he's jerking himself off to your tits, and you sinisterly mumble, "Just like that, Daddy-" hed cum on the spot, but only because you're really hot, DEFINITELY not because you elevating him to a posution of sexual power had any wffect on him. He would be sulky immediately after lile, "Why would you say that!?"

"Why did you cum from it, Kim Sunoo."

Otherwise, I don't imagine that's his vibe. He gets to call you baby, but he does NOT wanna be called Daddy half the time.

₊ ⊹ - Jungwon

He feels like a weird in-between. He'd choke on his water if you whispered, 'Thanks Daddy,' in his ear at one of the team Dinner's but I can imagine him being just as turned on by you calling him baby too.

He falls apart later on when you're both together, alone. Kissing up the side of your neck while he needlessly mumbles, "Call me that again, please?" More wet kisses. "Call me daddy again?"

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