#or simply schedule a cuddle session

[zephyrd17]

He's waving, wave back!! Be polite!

I haven’t even seen the special but this post by @nat-20s put me in a chokehold lmao

(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: fake tweet screenshot based on the mareep plushie meme. The tweet is by Shaun, username TempleTaxi, icon a photo of his and Donna's wedding. The text reads 'Ah yes. Me. My wife. And her mentally ill six foot tall reincarnated alien time-traveler.' Attached is a drawing of Shaun laying in bed in profile, comforter pulled up to his chin as he stares at the ceiling in resignation. On his far side, Donna is laying with her back to him, sleeping soundly with her arm slung over the 14th doctor who is laying on his back on the edge of the bed, fully clothed and on top of the covers. He lifts his head up to peek over Donna's head and wave at Shaun with a grin. /end ID

[4chensungs]

+18. mdni.

park jisung thinks that nothing can ever top the feeling of you cockwarming him.

you’d find yourself clinging to him on a random night when he’s free of schedules. plopping on his bed, cuddling him like he might leave at any moment. your arms wrapped around his torso and face resting on his broad chest, while his huge hands massage your bare legs that are on top of his own.

you’d tell jisung about your day, as he mumbles soft words as responses and plants kisses on your forehead. your boyfriend craves your affection and touch all the time and he’s very transparent about it. his kisses becoming more lingering, touches more intimate and needy.

“princess.” his deep voice calls you in the softest way.

you look up at him, eyes holding an almost innocent look. jisung holds onto your leg, carefully bringing your body to straddle his. “y’ know what i need, hm?” he smiles.

once you completely settle down on his lap, he grabs your arm to pull you closer, leaving no distance between your bodies.

you both smile as you shyly nod your head, mumbling a small “yeah” in response to his obvious question. your hands make their way to his nape when his left hand grabs your cheek, his lips meeting yours in the most gentle way possible.

you whimpered against jisung’s mouth, feeling the stiffness of his sweatpants poking your legs, along with the chills running through your body from his hands digging into the skin of your thighs.

“baby.” he pulled away from you with a small bite on your bottom lip, “let me put it inside. we can take it slow, no rush. just need to feel you.”

his eyes were shining with a very amount of lust, and who were you to decline his offer when you were starting to get needy too.

jisung cursed under his breath when you hovered over him, still with that cute smile on your face as you take off your shorts. your boyfriend eyes every step you take, afraid he might combust from the view of his princess being so pretty for his eyes only.

“you’re so beautiful, love. take these off for me.” he taps his lap and you obey, lowering his sweats just enough for his grey boxers to appear. you let out a chuckle when you see the growing erection, looking almost painful.

jisung frees himself from his boxers, using his own hand to help himself out, “come here, princess.”

“wanna suck you later.” you happily say, pushing your lace panties to the side.

he helps you on guiding your hips to align with his cock, “we can do that for sure.” a small laugh leaves his lips, followed by a low grunt when you sinked in. it was slow, the pain predominant at first but it soon turned into pleasure as he stretched you.

“fuck.. don’t move, just stay like this… fuck princess”, jisung’s head is in a haze, leaning against the headboard with his mouth hanging open.

when he notices your upper body clinging closer to him, as if seeking for his support and comfort, he’s quick to grab your hand and intertwine your fingers together.

“it’s okay, hm? feels good.” he reassures, leaving feather light kisses to each one of your knuckles.

you smile at your boyfriend, feeling him deep inside you and wanting nothing but to make this moment enjoyable for both of you.

you lean to hug him, which involuntarily leads to your back to arch a bit, his cock reaching deeper in places.

“ji.” your voice echoed in his ear as you kissed his cheek. jisung’s hand that wasn’t on your hips make its way to your neck, pushing your hair aside, “you feel so fucking good, baby. god, i could stay like this for the whole day.”

and he really did stay inside you for the rest of the night.

you were still in the exact same position two hours later, as he was now playing games in his computer and you were simply just sitting there on his dick.

jisung’s gaze occasionally flicked down to where you two connect, and he couldn’t help but raise his pelvis a bit, seeing how he’d disappear and appear in your velvety folds.

he also made sure to cum inside you after the session ended tho.

[strawberrykake]

“Look At Your Girl….” Prank

“You see how good she looks? Now imagine another guy enjoying her, you not meaning shit to her anymore. Exactly, get your act together.”

>>warnings: Tsukki -> suggestive, cursing

Kageyama, Tsukishima, Atsumu, Hinata

Kageyama

Kageyama was busy preparing his busy volleyball schedule for the next week

It’s been a while since you’ve spent quality time together

So in order to get his attention, you slump beside him with your phone in hand

Sensing your presence, he places an arm around your waist.

“Hey, baby.” He pecks your cheek.

“Hi.”

Without any warning, you play the audio:

Look at your girl.

He looks at you, then at your phone then back at you, confused.

You see how good she looks?

A blush starts to form on his cheeks and his lips curve up into a smile.

Now imagine another guy enjoying her…

His grin immediately drops at the horrifying thought of someone else being with you

“Hmmph.” Kageyama pouts, hearing the rest of the audio.

His grip on your waist has gotten tighter.

“Get up.” He motions to his lap for you to sit on and you gladly hop on.

You can’t stop smiling at his cute little pout.

It was hard to resist a kiss as you leaned in to give him a peck.

You feel his hand move behind your head, bringing you closer and preventing you from pulling away

The kiss lingers a little longer than you intend it to.

“Tob—” He enters his tongue, shutting you up.

He kisses you as if reminding you how much he loves you.

His hands cradle your face as you tightly wrap your arms around his neck.

After a heated make-out session, Kageyama pulls away with a smirk on his face, feeling satisfied with the dazed look on your face

“Tobio…”

“Let’s go out for dinner tonight. On me. I’ll treat you.”

You giggle and it makes his cheeks flush even more.

At the end of the day, you are his and he is yours. he knows that. just likes to be reminded

Tsukishima

“What is it?” Tsukki asks when you approach him slowly on the bed.

He was busy reading a book. He leaves the book open faced down on top of his broad chest.

He leans against the palm of his hand, elbow bent and muscles bulging.

Of course, it’s a habit for you to lay next to him, placing your head on top of his tricep.

“Listen to this!” You pull up your phone to play the audio and Tsukki remains silent to listen.

Look at your girl. His eyebrow raises, looking sideways at you.

You see how good she looks? He nods, giving an impressed look.

Now imagine another guy enjoying her, you not meaning shit to her anymore…

His face contorts into disgust.

When the audio ends, he picks his book right back up and adjusts his glasses.

No more words exchanged. Nothing.

“Uh, Kei?” You scoff, rubbing your nose against his arm

he ignores you

“you’re annoying” before getting up to leave.

“Aht. aht. aht. Where do you think you’re going, baby?”

“Finding another guy cuz it seems like I don’t mean sh—.”

“Don’t finish that sentence. It’s far from the truth. You know it.” Tsukki practically throws his book to the side, not caring if he lost the page he was on.

“I do. But…”

“But what?” He moves closer to the edge of the bed where you stood, taking your hands in his and kissing them.

“Tell me,” he says against your skin.

“I— I—” Instead of saying anything, you press your lips against his.

You can feel his smirk against your lips.

“If.” Kiss. “You.” Kiss. “Wanted.” Kiss. “To kiss.” Kiss. “Just tell me, baby.”

His lips move towards your neck and you feel his arms pull you in close before falling against the bed.

“I want a kiss,” you say shyly.

He chuckles, nipping your ear.

“Okay, pretty.” Tsukki turns you both over, so that he’s on top.

Before giving you a kiss, he stares at you.

And your eyes tell him that you were longing for more than a kiss tonight.

He definitely feels the same way.

Atsumu

“hmm?” He asks mid-crunch on some chips he was stuffing into his mouth

you were simply watching some videos on your phone while cuddling atsumu when he overheard the quote

“You see how good she looks? Now imagine another guy enjoying her, you not meaning shit to her anymore. Exactly, get your act together.”

“who th’ fawk is talkin? what does he know about whats mine?” he says with his mouth full

You giggle

“Who’s that, baby?” He keeps asking

“just some internet guy, love”

Atsumu turns on his side to pull you in closer.

“get off it. n pay attention to me now”

You raise your brow. “I thought you’re watching sports…” you say as the tv continues to play a live soccer game

“It’s not even volleyball. It’s okay baby. C’mon..” He puckers his lips, making you squeal and push him away.

Your actions make him pout.

“Whats up? I dont mean shit to you anymore?” He mocks the person from the video.

You giggle. “You have garlic cheese breath.”

“I’ll brush my teeth if thats what it takes to get a damn kiss from ya” He excitedly hops up from the bed.

You slapping his butt as he gets up from the mattress makes him raise a finger at you (as if he isn’t used to it)

Hinata

“You see how good she looks? Now imagine another guy enjoying her, you not meaning shit to her anymore. Exactly, get your act together.”

“Man…” *Hinata says his voice cracking up. Your playful smile disappears.

“Wouldn’t that be a-awful…”

You look at him apologetically.

“Aw baby…that’ll never happen”

Hinata looks dead at you in the eye

“No. tell me. Am I a good boyfriend? Be honest. I can use any critique I can get!”

You sigh

“You’re the sweetest, most loving boyfriend ever. I don’t wanna trade you for anything or anyone, understand Sho?”

He bites his lip, suppressing himself from crying.

“I-I love you, y/n. I mean it.”

You wrap your arms around his neck tightly.

“Well I love ya forever, my sunshine boy”

He holds you close, breathing you in

There’s nothing that feels as good as hugging this man

“Fuck, let me kiss you” *He whispers lowly, already claiming your lips before you get a chance to comprehend his words

You lose your sense of thinking whenever he kisses you

When a small whimper leaves your lips, he chuckles

“Don’t need anyone to tell me how good my baby looks”

And you’re in for an intense love bombing for the next couple of weeks

[u6is]

"im the release, you the dopamine"

summary: the exhaustion of the day melted away, replaced by a burning need to connect, to reaffirm the bond that had been stretched thin by their separate ambitions.

warning/s: thigh riding, dirty talk

— kylian mbappé x reader: smut

You woke up with a start, the digital clock on the bedside table casting a stark, blue light across the room, reading 2:47 AM. The usual comforting weight of Kylian's arm across your waist was gone, and the space beside you felt cold and empty.

In the last few weeks, Kylian's football career had taken off like a rocket. Practices had turned into marathons, games into weekends spent apart, and training sessions into solitary nights for you, filled with the echo of his laughter and the distant thud of a soccer ball against a wall.

You were equally engrossed in your own world of deadlines and conference calls, your work laptop a permanent fixture on the nightstand.

Last night, all you could think about was sleeping, not even a cuddle because you were both too tired.

Your body had simply collapsed onto the bed at the end of a long day, like rag doll thrown haphazardly into a box. The sweet exhaustion that came from pushing yourself to the brink of what you thought was possible had turned your intimate sanctuary into a battleground of competing schedules and unspoken worries. You had fallen asleep in your work clothes, the warmth of the bed the only comfort you had allowed yourself, too exhausted to even muster the energy for a goodnight kiss from the man lying next to you.

Now, in the silent embrace of the dark, you felt the full weight of his absence.

It wasn't just the coldness of the unoccupied space beside you that made you miss him. It was the quiet moments between breaths, the little adjustments of his body against yours that signaled his presence even in his deepest sleep. It was the comforting throb of his heartbeat, the steady rhythm that lulled you into a sense of belonging.

You reached out a tentative hand to touch the pillow where he should have been, but it was as flat and lifeless as the rest of the bed. The silence was deafening, amplifying every tick of the clock and the distant hum of the city outside.

You ached for him, a deep, unrelenting ache that no distance could soothe.

With a sigh, you pushed back the covers and swung your legs over the side of the bed. The floor was cool against your feet as you padded into the bathroom, the tiles a stark contrast to the warmth you'd just left. You flicked on the light and squinted in the sudden glare. In the mirror, your reflection was a blur of shadows and exhaustion. You turned away, not quite ready to face the reality of your solitude.

Your work clothes were a crumpled mess on the floor, a testament to the hastiness of your collapse. You reached into the closet and pulled out your favorite pair of pajamas, the soft fabric a gentle whisper against your skin as you changed.

At this hour of the night, you know exactly where to find him.

There are only two rooms Kylian truly favors in his house: the bedroom, where his PlayStation resides, and the gym.

You knew Kylian was in the gym, the room he retreated to when the pressure of his burgeoning career became too much. It was his sanctuary, where he could sweat out his frustrations.

The gym door was slightly ajar, and a sliver of light spilt into the darkened corridor. The closer you got, the more you could hear the muffled sounds of his laboured breathing.

There you saw him, lifting weights while sitting on the bench, his legs spread apart for balance. His shorts rode low on his hips, leaving his toned abs and the top of his muscular thighs on full display. His chest was heaving with the effort, the muscles in his arms straining as he pushed the barbell upward, the cords of his neck standing out with the exertion. His eyes were closed, and beads of sweat glistened on his bare skin, tracing rivulets down the valleys of his chest and stomach. His face was a mask of concentration, a silent battle being waged between mind and body.

You just stand there, simply appreciating his existence. The intimacy of the moment was palpable, and you felt a surge of affection for him, for his dedication, his passion, his drive.

As if sensing your presence, Kylian opened his eyes. They searched the room, the intensity of his gaze softening when it found you in the doorway. He offered you a tired but genuine smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners in a greeting that was more heartfelt than any spoken word. It was the kind of smile that could melt away the stress of the day, the kind that made you feel seen and understood without a single syllable exchanged.

You made your way to him, his arms extending, welcoming you into the warmth of his embrace. He gently set down the barbell, the clank of metal against metal a stark contrast to the quietude of the room.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer as he sat while you stood in front of him. His lips brushed against your stomach, placing soft kisses there before looking up at you. You cupped his face gently with your hands, gazing down at him with love reflecting in your eyes, a love that matched his own. Holding your gaze, he kissed your stomach again, making you bite your lip and smile tenderly.

"I missed you today," you whispered, your voice barely rising above the quiet rhythm of his breathing.

Kylian’s eyes softened as they searched yours, his smile turning tender.

"Je voulais faire l'amour avec toi hier soir," (I wanted to make love to you last night)

"but you were too tired to even kiss me goodnight." he murmured.

"I thought you were tired as well," you say, your voice laced with apology.

Kylian shakes his head, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Tired or not, I always have energy for you."

As he was talking, you felt a sudden boldness wash over you. You slowly straddled his lap, feeling the warmth of his muscles beneath you. His hands automatically wrapped tightly around your waist, his thumbs tracing lazy circles on the bare skin above your pajama bottoms. Your heart hammered in your chest, the sudden closeness filling the void you'd felt since he left your side hours ago.

"If you can forgive me for being too tired," you said playfully, pecking his neck lightly, feeling his pulse quicken beneath your lips, "then maybe we can make up for it now." Your breath was hot against his skin, and you watched with a mischievous smile as his eyes closed, his head tilting back to give you better access.

He groaned softly as your kisses grew more insistent, his hands tightening around your waist.

"I can forgive you for anything." His voice was a low rumble, the hint of a chuckle in it.

You slid your hands into his head as you claimed his mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. The exhaustion of the day melted away, replaced by a burning need to connect, to reaffirm the bond that had been stretched thin by their separate ambitions. Kylian's arms tightened around you, lifting you slightly to align your bodies more perfectly. The strength in his embrace was reassuring, a promise that no matter how crazy their lives got, he would always be there to hold you.

The muscles on his thighs, so defined and powerful, flexed beneath you as he shifted his weight. The feeling of them against your inner thighs sent a shiver through your body, and you found yourself grinding against him instinctively. His breath hitched, his eyes darkening with desire as he felt your heat. The connection between you was undeniable, a physical pull that transcended the physical exertion of the day.

Without breaking eye contact, Kylian leaned in, his mouth a whisper away from your ear.

"You want to fuck yourself against my thigh?" His voice was a low growl, the suggestion a heady mix of dirty and sweet that sent a thrill through your core.

Please. You nodded, your eyes giving him a needy stare, silently pleading for more.

"Let me see how desperate you are for me."

Kylian's hands slid around to the small of your back, pressing you closer to him. He controlled your movements by swaying your waist on his own accord, his strong thighs flexing beneath you. The friction against your clit was exquisite, building a crescendo of sensation that had you gasping for air.

His eyes never left yours, holding you in a silent contract of desire. The intensity in his gaze was unwavering, a stark contrast to the effort you put in to keep your own eyes from rolling in pleasure. The dance of your bodies grew more urgent, your breaths mingling in the small space between your faces. His eyes searched yours, reading the story of your need like an open book. You bit your bottom lip, trying hard not to let the ecstasy overtake you too soon.

The pleasure was building, a crescendo of sensation that seemed to resonate through every inch of your body. Despite the thin barrier of fabric between your clit and his muscled thighs, the friction was electric. Every time you moved, every time he flexed, a wave of pure bliss washed over you. You could feel the heat emanating from him, the power in his muscles, the throb of his arousal pressing against you. The fabric of your pajama bottoms was soaked with your desire, the dampness a silent testament to the pleasure he was giving you.

As the pressure grew, so did the tension between you. The air was thick with it, a palpable force that seemed to vibrate in time with your racing heartbeats. You could feel it coiling tighter and tighter, a spring ready to snap. The eye contact was unbreakable, a silent conversation of need and want that spoke louder than any words could have.

Suddenly, Kylian adjusted his thighs, aligning them directly over your clit. The contact was more than you could bear, and a guttural moan tore from your throat. Your eyes rolled back in your head, the sensation so intense it was almost painful. You leaned in closer, your forehead resting against his, your breaths mingling in the space between your open mouths. Your eyes fluttered closed, unable to maintain the connection, but you felt his own eyes still on you, watching, absorbing every second of your unraveling.

"That's it, mon amour."

"You like that, don't you?" He murmured, his voice thick with lust.

His words were a symphony of dirty praise, a crescendo of filth that pushed you closer to the edge. You could feel the throb of his erection, his desire for you pulsing in time with your own.

"You like fucking my thighs."

His hands slid up to cup your breasts, his thumbs flicking over your sensitive nipples.

"Tu es tellement parfaite." he groaned. (You are so perfect)

He knew your body so well and could feel every twitch and tremble that signalled your impending climax. His arousal was evident, his thighs flexing beneath you, his erection straining against the fabric of his shorts.

With a final, desperate roll of your hips, you came apart in his arms, your body shuddering with the force of your orgasm. It was a silent scream, a release of all the tension that had built up over the weeks of distance and exhaustion. Kylian's eyes never left yours, his smile a smug one of satisfaction as he watched you come undone.

As the tremors subsided, you collapsed against his chest, your body boneless and sated. He held you tight, his strong arms a warm cocoon that shielded you from the world outside.

Kylian gently kissed the top of your head, his breathing gradually evening out.

He leaned back, his thighs still beneath you, and reached for the water bottle on the gym floor. Unscrewing the cap, he held it to your lips, urging you to take a sip. The cool water was a stark contrast to the heat that still lingered between your legs, and you drank greedily, feeling it revive you like a lifeline thrown into a stormy sea.

He took a swig himself before setting the bottle aside, his eyes never leaving yours.

"But we're not done yet, are we?"

His voice had that playful lilt that told you he had more in store. He wrapped his arms around your waist and, with surprising grace for his muscular frame, stood up, lifting you with him. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his hips, his erection pressing against your center.

cleaning my drafts 🧹 lmao. when that clip was released on twt i was so bored that i went to tumblr to write this 😭

[seung-mong]

got it - han jisung

includes: fwb! idol han jisung x reader, semi-public bathroom sex, fwb to lovers, possessive han, lots of praise, han is rough but also so so weak for you, poor, sweet mark

dedicated to @yzsqu :))

wc: 4k

horndog - DO NOT REPLY 

~baby

~u up?

of course i'm up han jisung- it's fucking 7 in the evening. you're beyond tempted to reply, but you dont. you know what you replying means to him. instead, you let your phone drop to your mattress, turning over and hugging your pillows up to your chest. 

han jisung has been your... well... 'friend' for the better half of the year now, constantly asking you to "hang out" at his place. and he's been a good friend, truly! as good a friend can be when they've got their dick shoved down your throat. 

it's not like that's how the friendship started, obviously not. you met when you guys were still children, attending the same school as everyone else in his idol group. you were sincerely good friends, you often opened up to him about your worries and problems, and he would always be there to comfort you and take you out for a night of food, drinks, and throwing up behind the dumpsters of random clubs while he held your hair up. 

but one night, you had too many drinks. you were too vulnerable, and his hands just felt too fucking good running up and down your sides. and yes, you're guilty for initiating it. he was simply comforting you while you vented about work. next thing he knew, you were climbing onto his lap and leaving hickeys down his neck. how could he say no to you? 

and you thought it could lead to something more- but han just wasn't ready for a relationship with his busy schedule as an idol, too afraid of how the public would react to him coming out with a relationship. and you were not comfortable with being a casual fuck. for a while. 

who can blame you? his dick just fills you up so good every single time, has your toes curling and back arching as you scream his name into his pillows. you'd swear up and down that each time would be the last, but he would hit you up with a lame "r u free tonight?" and you'd be on your way to his apartment in a fucking flash. 

but the feelings never went away. you started to fall in love with him, and curse you and your heart for falling for him. but how could you not? how could you resist when he'd flash you his stupid smile after fucking your brains out, panting and chest heaving as he lay on the space beside you. and it's not like after a session he'd make you leave, no. he'd open his arms and whine until you gave into him, cuddling into his sweaty side. who could expect you not to fall in love with his eye smiles and quick kisses on your cheek? 

"you're kidding me." felix whines from behind you, shoulder resting on your doorframe. you sit up with a groan, turning your head to meet his gaze with a frown plastered on his face. 

"hi lix." you mumble, patting the space on the bed beside you, but he shakes his head. 

"y/n. it's seven in the evening. on a saturday! you should come out with us, c'mon." he pleads, walking over to your side of the bed and pulling on your arm. you realize he's dressed up, black formal pants and a white button up. 

"where you going?" you yawn, letting him pull you out of bed. 

"the launch of minho's restaurant? remember? come with us, it'll be fun." he begs, pulling you until you're fully standing, your silk shorts and tank top sticking to your skin as sleep lines decorated your  bare arms. he walks over to your closet, throwing the cabinet doors open and surveying your clothes. 

"but it's gonna be full of idols and i'll feel so left out and-"

"for minho?" felix pouts, making you roll your eyes.

"what's the theme of your outfit today?" you ask, playfully shoving him to the side. 

felix scoffs from beside you, elbowing you. "everyone's gonna be wearing formal." 

"formal?" you whine, looking through your brightly covered club dresses and pushing them to the side. "what's the color palette?" 

felix hums, glad that you're on board. "pretty neutral tones."

you groan, taking out the different dresses you had which fit the category. 

"come on, minho's super proud and he wants everyone to look their best. besides, the restaurant's pretty classy anyways." felix eyes the nude bodycon dress that you hold up in front of you, raising an eyebrow. 

"and a blazer, it's cold out." felix advises, sitting down on your bed. 

"fine. but only because there's free food and wine. and i love minho." you roll your eyes taking the dress with you to the bathroom to get ready. 

"what other reason would there be?" felix mutters under his breath as you close the door behind you. 

you're immediately glad you came. minho is positively beaming, answering all the questions journalists throw at him with a cheeky smile and a playful wink. you stuck beside felix and chan's side the whole night, overwhelmed by all the famous idols that popped in and out of the establishment. you're grateful you took felix' advices to dress up, majority of the idols dressed in flashy dresses and fashionable outfits. you're one of the few non-idol friends, and at some point you feel left out when they're all talking about their hectic schedules. 

you don't let it get to you, though. you didn't want to spoil minho's night! you stand at the back of the room with a glass of wine in your hand, taking too many sips in a short amount of time and making you slightly buzzy. 

"you a friend of minho's?" a voice calls out from beside you and you nearly choke on your wine when you turn to see who's started a conversation with you. fuck. of course it had to be that annoyingly attractive idol from nct. 

"yea," you weakly choke, turning to face him. 

mark lifts an eyebrow when you sputter, but he chuckles good-naturedly to avoid this encounter from becoming awkward. 

"not an idol?" he asks, leaning against the post next to him and now you're starting to wonder why the hell he's starting a conversation with you when twice is literally standing a few feet away from you, chattering loudly with chan. 

"nope, just a childhood friend. and roomate." you laugh, wishing you hadn't taken your blazer off when you stepped into the restaurant because you're standing right under a vent and you're shivering but you don't want to put your blazer on because it's such a huge movement and you want to stay as still as possible. 

"oh? never thought about taking that career path?" he raises an eyebrow teasingly, raising the glass of wine in his hand to his lips. 

"does it look like i can dance?" you joke, and to your relief mark laughs. 

"oh come on, i'm sure you dance great." mark shakes his head, brown eyes so intensely set on yours. 

"nah, i have two left feet." you lean your shoulder on the wall behind you, closing the distance between you and the slightly tipsy idol. 

"oh? maybe i should see it for myself." his voice trails off into something much more suggestive, and you raise an eyebrow. 

"are you asking me out to dance... or are you asking me to audition for sm in front of you right now?" 

mark throws his head back and lets out a deep laugh, making you blush when a few people turn their heads in your direction. you bow sheepishly, a little giggle escaping your lips. 

"and if it's the latter?" he raises his glass to his lips, eyes still on you. 

you shrug. "sorry, more of a jyp gal myself." 

he laughs, and you think it's a sound you could get used to.

"damn, you're really-" mark starts, wiping the tears from his eyes away with the back of his hand. 

"y/n?" a harsh voice interrupts him, both of your heads turning towards the owner of the voice. 

fuck. and felix said he couldn't make it. 

"well change of plans, hyung. im on my way!" han yells through his phone, trailing behind his manager as they push past the strangers crowding around minho's restaurant. 

"you said you had to do 'a thing.'" minho accuses him, setting his glass of wine down on the table in front of him. 

"yea, yea." han huffs, finally getting past security and shrugging his coat off with a huff. how's it his fault he's late when you're the one who wouldn't reply to his messages asking you to be his date? he hangs up, mumbling a small 'thank you' to the person who offers him a glass of wine. he smiles when he sees the rest of his group in the same table at the very center of the restaurant, politely bowing when he crosses paths with his seniors and juniors who decided to show support to the owner. 

"hyung, congrats!" han hugs minho excitedly, patting his back. 

"you said you couldn't make it!" minho beams, pulling a chair up for the younger. 

"yea, was supposed to bring a date. but uh, she couldn't make it." han shakes his head, surveying the restaurant. "damn, there's a lot of people, huh?" 

"yup! go! go mingle with the others for the night." minho winks at him as he walks away, being pulled into conversations. 

han smiles as he watches minho mingle with the crowd, genuinely proud of all that he's achieved. 

"y/n's here." felix informs him, patting his back and pointing him in your direction. 

"oh?" he stands up, eager to see you. and met with the sight of you and mark getting a little too close for his liking. 

he walks up to you, anger bubbling in his chest. he messaged you, and you didn't reply. he was gonna ask you to be his date tonight and you didn't respond. but here you were, flirting with mark. 

"han." you choke, standing up straight and averting his gaze as if he'd caught you red handed doing something illegal. 

"oh hey, han jisung! you're the group's rapper right? damn bro i got to say i'm such a huge-" mark walks forward, holding his hand up and reaching for a handshake. 

"y/n. let's go." he steps forward to you and grabs your hand in his, squeezing tightly. 

"excuse me? i'm not going anywhere with you." you scoff, removing your hand from his hold. 

you look at mark apologetically, who is genuinely confused by the scene unraveling in front of him. 

"oh, i- im sorry is there something like- between you two.." mark takes a step back, holding his hands up in surrender. 

"no." 

"yes." 

you look at han incredulously, scoffing at his answer. "yes? really? since when."

"don't- put on a show baby. say bye bye to your friend." 

you blink back at him, thrown off by the firmness in his voice. you open your mouth to retort, but he silences you with the raise of an eyebrow. 

"bye, mark." you huff, bowing apologetically. 

mark is obviously confused, stuttering out a goodbye and walking back to his group of friends with wide eyes. fuck. you just know mark will have so much fun telling his little buddies from nct about the absolutely pleasant encounter he had with han jisung. 

han drags you around the room, settling his glass of wine on an empty table and pulling you behind him. you're beyond embarrassed, apologizing profusely when you bump into several idols, all of whom you liked. you could feel the heat spread across your cheeks and down your neck when they looked at you curiously. you downed the remaining contents of wine in your glass in one go before placing it on a tray held by a passing waiter. 

"han." you hissed, trying to pull your hand away. but he doesn't budge, pushing you into the empty bathroom, checking to see if anyone is watching before locking the door behind him. 

your breathing is deep and ragged, your blood rising to your cheeks and bubbling in anger. 

"what the hell was that?" you hissed. 

"i should be the one asking you that." han's voice is low, accusing you. 

you scoff, in disbelief. "what's that supposed to mean?" 

"you blew me off this afternoon and when i finally get to see you, you're flirting with mark lee." he hisses, face going red with anger. 

"and so what?" your voice is getting louder now and you take a step closer to him. "and don't say i blew you off as if we made plans, you and i both know you were just messaging me so you could get your dick wet." 

"that's- that's not true." he falters, and for a second he sounds pained. "and- and what do you mean 'so what?' are you just going around flirting with idols now? is that how it is? talking and sleeping around?" 

you laugh manically, the anger coming out of you and radiating in waves. "that's just so fucking cheap, han. you're talking as if i had my fucking hand down his pants! and what's it to you who i'm sleeping with anyway? i could choose to fuck all 23 of them and it still shouldn't matter to you." 

"yea? well it does!" and for the first time he's yelling at you, brows furrowed and tie swinging wildly as he steps up to you, hands balled into fists.

"the hell are you fucking talking-" you move forward to shove him backwards, only for his hands to catch your wrists, pulling you closer so you stumble forward, and his lips catch yours in a heated kiss. but you're still angry, and you bite down on his lower lip. you pull away, pushing him away by his shoulders. "what the hell?" you breathe, wiping away the spit on your bottom lip with the back of your hand. 

"it- it matters to me, okay?" he sighs, exasperated. 

"what are you talking about?" you laugh hollowly, shaking your head at him. 

"i- you- you know i'm not good at this!" he groans, opting you to pull you closer to him by your wrist all over again, hand resting on your jaw and hastily placing his lips on yours to shut you up. 

you soften a little, because you do know. you know han's never been one to open up too much, too insecure about his own emotions to ever determine how he's actually feeling. but that's the exact reason he keeps wanting to fuck you, every roll of his hips a hint to just how much he likes you (how romantic). 

but you're a sucker for han jisung. 

you let him push you nearer to the sink, rough hands grabbing at your ass and trying desperately to roll your dress up. you quickly remove his suit jacket, pushing it off his shoulders and onto the floor. he doesn't seem to care, too busy bunching your dress up by your waist and groaning against your mouth. his kisses are sloppy and messy, tongue probing in and out of your mouth but god you're drunk on him, taking everything he has to give with grace. 

when he finally has your dress hiked up, he takes a moment to break away from the kiss and look down, fingers dipping into the waistline of your underwear. 

"fuck, you're soaked aren't you?" he groans, pulling the waistband back and letting it snap against your skin. you yelp, cheeks turning red from the lewd words he whispers against your ear. 

he moves to undo his tie and and you shake your head frantically, hands reaching up to stop him. "keep it on," you mumble, lifting yourself up on the sink and puling him closer by the fabric. 

"fuck you'll be the death of me." he slots himself in between your legs, which wrap around his hips and pull him closer. his bulge rubs just against your clit, and you whine in his ear. 

"hurry and fuck me, please." you whine, rolling your hips upwards and trying to get as much friction as you can from his slacks. he tuts at you, pulling you nearer to the edge by your hips and leaning down to plant a messy kiss on your neck. 

"i'll mark you up, then everyone gets to see you're mine." he groans against your neck, grinding you harder against his bulge. "then no one gets to fucking touch you after, right baby?" 

you nod, delirious and high on lust and alcohol. "gimme it." you mumble incoherently, undoing han's pants and blindly fishing for his cock. 

han chuckles condescendingly at your enthusiasm, hands gripping your hips and squeezing once his cock swings free from his pants.

"put it in." han orders, growing harder by the minute when he sees your hands wrapped around his shaft. you don't hesitate to comply, shimmying your underwear down until it falls down to hang on your ankles. han quickly grabs the fabric and stuffs it into his back pocket. you guide the tip of his cock to your entrance, shimmying closer to him until your chest is pressed against his.

"fuck. good girl." han rasps, lifting your hips slightly as he buries himself deep into your cunt.

you whimper at the praise, fingers digging into his shoulders as he pulls back, only for him to slam harder into you. you let out a moan at the impact, throwing your head back until it hits the mirror behind you. han leads forward, his pace unrelenting as his hands squeeze the side of your thighs. he rests his head in the crook of your neck, a sheen of sweat on his forehead as he groans against your chest. 

you cant help the sounds that escape your mouth, trying desperately to keep your sounds to a minimum, because what would all the people outside think? 

"oh come on baby, i wanna hear you. know i love it when you moan my name." han chuckles against your neck, before biting down and sucking a dark mark onto the skin. 

"h-han." you whine, hands curling into fists against the fabric of his blouse. his fingers dig harder against your hips, so much it almost sings. you bite your lower lip to keep the embarrassing sounds from flooding out, much to han's disappointment. 

"no, no, baby. this just won't do." he sighs dramatically, one hand reaching behind you and hooking onto the sink as leverage to pound into you harder. you gasp at the feeling of the tip of his cock driving deliciously into you, hands clutching onto his shoulders for dear life. 

he's fucking you too good, his hips snapping into you too harshly, you can't possibly keep your mouth shut. every whine and whimper that leaves your mouth sends a shiver down han's spine, and he uses it as motivation to fuck you harder. 

"tell me you're mine." han commands, fingers pinching painfully into your thigh. 

"m-m'yours hannie." you whine sweetly, eyes closing at the pleasure his hips bring you. 

"apologize for being a slut and flirting with that joke from nct." he seethes, so close to cumming when you squeeze around him. 

"fuck!" you hiccup, almost falling back if not for han's stable hold around your waist. "i- in sorry for flirting with mark." 

"good girl. you gonna cum baby?" han teases, bringing a hand up to your cheek and lightly slapping you to catch your attention. 

"yes, please?" you beg, desperate for your release. but your body is conditioned to han's favor, body only cumming when you hear the words come out of his mouth. 

"do you deserve it after today?" han smirks mischievously, a drop of sweat dripping down his neck and onto the collar of his shirt. honestly, han's been dying to cum since he first entered you, only holding out for your pleasure. 

"yes, please, han! i said m'sorry i'm sorry, please? i'll be good, promise." you babble incoherently, too fucked dumb to have an ounce of pride. 

"you're only mine, got it? cum for me, baby" han whispers, smirking at the immediate response he gets from your body. your hold on his shirt tightening as your cunt flutters around him, your eyes closing and a silent scream escaping your open mouth. 

the sight alone is too much for han, who thrusts once, twice and cums deep in you, a strangled groan leaving his lips that is muffled against your shoulder. you feel his cum slowly drip down the side of your inner thigh, but you're too tired to care. you pant heavily against each other, trying to catch your breaths. you feel han pull out of you, more of his liquid oozing out of you. you hiss at the loss of contact, wincing at the thought of being sore tomorrow. 

"don't move." han mumbles, grabbing a handful of tissues from the dispenser and reaching behind you to dampen it with a bit of water. slowly, he nudges apart your thighs, wiping away the mess in between your legs. 

"thank you." you mumble awkwardly, shimmying down the counter and pulling your underwear up. 

you're used to this by now, knowing without even looking at han that he wants you to go out first, like always. you push past him as you reach for the door but han stops you, pinning you back to the counter with his hips. 

"again?" you groan, but han shakes his head. 

"stay for a bit." he sighs, hands finding purchase at your waist as his thumbs rub circles against your sides. 

"but everyone's probably looking for you." you argue, pressing your hands against his chest. 

"i don't care." his tone catches you off guard, and you stay rooted to your spot. 

"hannie-"

"y/n, please don't flirt with him." his voice is barely above a whisper, but you catch his words nonetheless. 

"with mark?" is he still pissed about that?

"with anyone." he clarifies, pressing his forehead against yours. "anyone that isn't me." 

you sigh, tired of being held back by rules that would normally stand in a relationship, without eve being in one. "han, i can't keep being your little fuck buddy, it's tiring." and painful. 

"i know." han sighs, eyes closing as he inhales your sickeningly sweet scent. "i'm just - i dont want to date you and be bad at it." he suddenly confesses, a pout on his lips as his lower lip juts out. 

your heart twists at that, and you place a hand on his cheek in reassurance. he leans into your touch, afraid of opening his eyes. 

"baby, you'll never know if you don't try. we'll take it step by step. slow and steady." you know its a weak attempt, but it seems to put han at ease when he straightens up and wraps his arms around your waist. 

"does that mean you won't flirt with mark anymore?" he whispers, and you can't help but giggle. 

"i won't." 

he's silent for a while, a naughty smirk painted across his lips. 

"you're mine now, got it?" 

you giggle, planting a kiss on his cheek. "got it."

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Cockwarming:

HYUNG LINE:

genre: SMUT

Chan:

Chan is extremely busy with his schedules...So he would definitely use this as a good opportunity for you to sit on his cock whenever he's stressed out..

Whether it's him writing new lyrics or 3Racha producing in the studio late at night.. There's nothing he would want more than having you on his lap, arms wrapped around your waist, your head rested on his shoulder, while his cock is buried deep inside your pussy.

Every few minutes he would sneak some forehead kisses and adores how sleepy and cute you look sitting on his cock, about to fall asleep in his warm arms.

Whenever he notices you passing out, he would giggle a little, give you back rubs, hold you even tighter, to make sure you stay right where you are and give you the stability you need.

You falling asleep, would also be his reminder to not work too long anymore and finally carry you through the company to his dorm, where he would wrap you up inside his blanket and cuddles you till he falls asleep.

Minho:

Usually after Minho cooks dinner for both of you and makes sure you ate enough, he can't resist to just throw on a movie, light on some cherry scented candles and spoon you from behind.

Over time he gets clingier and touchier until he demonstrates, that cuddling is just not enough..

Most of the time he wants to be sneaky and surprises you by just randomly inserting his cock, cause he loves the little squeaky sounds you make when he unexpectedly inserts his cock into your pussy…

He just can't help but giggle a little and strokes your hair to make sure you feel safe and relaxed.

There's nothing Minho loves more than being so close to you on a rainy movie night session. He keeps whispering sweet praises into your ear and wants you to know how important it is, to live in the moment and enjoy the presence. Sometimes Minho even goes a little further and rubs your clit in little circles while having his cock buried deep inside of you from behind... He just loves the feeling of your throbbing wet pussy on his cock and praises you through your orgasm. He melts as soon as he sees how exhausted you are and how flushed your cheeks look. Minho can't help but smile throughout the rest of the movie, wraps you up in a fuzzy warm blanket and holds you until you fall asleep in his arms.

Changbin:

On a stressful practice day, Binnie is extremely focused on his work but one thing keeps entering his mind..

It's him coming home from work and finding you all warm and cozy wrapped up in his hoodie, peacefully sleeping on the living room couch.

No matter how good or bad practice went, seeing you sleeping in his hoodie melts his heart. Slowly, he picks you up, gives you a little kiss on the cheek and carries you to his bed, where he softly places you on top of him with your head rested on his chest.

He notices you pressing your body up against his and slightly grinding your hips. Changbin loves when you feel needy like this and whispers "hey sleepyhead, I missed you too"! He exactly knows, that he's not the only one, wanting to fall asleep with his cock buried deep inside you right now..

Your warmth around his cock makes him forget everything else and relaxes him to the point where he could simply just fall asleep right away. Binnie always wants to make sure you're the first one to fall asleep tho, so he holds you with his big arms and strokes your hair until he's completely sure you're asleep.

He gives you a last goodnight kiss and finally closes his eyes.

Hyunjin:

Usually when Hyunjin is painting, he's in his own world..

But sometimes he misses your presence and just can't wait for you to finally sit on his lap, so you can cling onto him and watch him paint from his lap.

In the background you can hear calm jazzy music playing, which makes you both feel even more relaxed. Every line he sketches, he tries to explain and sneaks little kisses in the middle of it, which quickly leads into a heavy make out session. It makes you such a needy little mess.. Hyunjin exactly knows this and politely asks you to sit on his cock.

He especially loves this because it makes his painting ideas and inspiration naughtier and crazier, which is exactly what he wants to achieve.

For you, there's just nothing better than sitting on Hyunjins cock and watching him sketch the crazy ideas that come to his mind literally only because of you..

After he finished his paintings, he throws you on his bed and makes you cum over and over again for being such a good girl and giving him the great inspiration.

After cleaning you up, he spoons you and whispers sweet nothings until you peacefully fall asleep in his warm arms.

🌸💖🎀🩷🌸💖🎀💖🌸

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Hyung Line!Skz stood you up on a date

Pairing: Hyung Line!skz x gn!reader Genre: Angst, fluff/comfort, idk Warnings: Nothing much but maybe a little cursing and mentions of insecurities Song rec: Fine - Taeyeon A.N: Requested by 🧈anon, sry this took so long😭 on top of being a student, I just procasinate a lot. Will this have a part 2? idk but we'll c

BANG CHAN You sat on your living room couch, fighting off the sleep that would be taking you any time now. Checking the time, it was nearly 2 a.m. You’d been waiting for him for a few hours. The restaurant had to close so you had to leave. It’s been so long since you had a date because of his busy schedule.

You had already been nodding off when you heard the door click. Chan slowly made his way into the living room, looking at your sleepy figure.

“Channie hyung..?” You said, rubbing your tired eyes. Chan smiled as he engulfed your body with his. “Mhmm… I’m home, Angel.”

He pulled closer, letting out a content sigh. But then letting out a heavier sigh. “I’m so sorry, Love. I shouldn’t have let work take over me again. You must be tired of always waiting for me.”

Shaking your head, you looked at him with tears in your eyes. “It’s okay.” You began to caress his face. “At least you’re home now. That’s all that matters.”

Chan gave you a small little pout-smile, kissing you on your temple before resting his head on yours. “What would i do without you?” He suddenly picked you up, in bridal style, and brought you to the room.

After tucking you in, he cuddled up beside you and pulled you in close. He adored you for a while before falling asleep to your soft snores. ~~~ LEE MINHO When Minho didn’t show up to your date, it began worrying you. He wasn’t one to just stand you up. You were so deep in your thoughts, you were startled by the sound of your phone ringing. Thinking it was Minho, you quickly grabbed your phone. Only to be disappointed when the screen read Chan.

“Hey, hyung. What’s up?” You heard a heavy sigh on the other side. “Minho said he’s sorry. He’s at the dorms right now with a high fever.”

You immediately bolted through the door with a coat and your keys. Upon hearing a car door slam and getting no response from you, Chan called out. “Y/n? You there?” But he was cut off when the call ended.

You drove as fast as you possibly could, without breaking any traffic laws, until you reached the dorms.

Chan opened the door when you arrived. “In his room.” You nodded your head softly.

When you reached his door, you softly knocked twice before going in. Silently, you crept in. The exhaustion coursing through his body didn’t allow him to turn to look at you. But he could speak.

“Hey, baby.” He said with a groan. He felt the side of his bed dip before you hand touched his forehead. “Shh. It’s okay. you don’t have to say much.”

Minho forced his body to turn to you as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You lowered your body down to meet his, pulling his head to your chest.

Before either of you knew it, it was morning. Now guess who else is sick. You chuckle as Minho kisses you nose.

“As one, they say.” ~~~ SEO CHANGBIN You had been blowing up his phone since three nights ago. He just so had the audacity to not only stand you up on a date, but go to a party AND get drunk.

Now he didn’t even have the balls to return home. Hiding out at the dorms seemed what was working best. That was until you showed up at the dorms. He instantly went into pout n beg mode.

“Please, baby. Please listen to me. I swear i didn’t mean it.”

You simply just dragged him out by the ear. None of the other boys even interfered. They knew not to mess with you when you were in this very irritable mood.

It took a much needed make out session, a cuddle session, a date, and a cake to make it up to you.

“I swear, like SWEAR I won’t do it again.” You sent a glare his way and he gulped, shutting his mouth.

You smiled and squeezed his cheek. “I love you too.” ~~~ HWANG HYUNJIN He definitely overslept. It was a quick morning coffee date before you went to you college classes. But as always, he overslept.

Hyunjin ran as fast as he could to the location. Thank the lord you were still there. You put on a faux pout. But he couldn’t tell. He plopped in his chair and reached for your hands from across the table.

“I promise, I didn’t mean to. I was supposed to come but I overslept. We practiced late last night so I slept a little more than I was supposed to. I didn’t want to be late. I want to see you every morning. I’m sorry. Do y—”

“Hyunjin.” You cut him off. “You’re rambling. It’s okay. I understand. It’s still early in the morning anyway.”

Hyunjin let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you.” He raised your hand to kiss it. “You know i love you right.”

You chuckled and nodded your head. “Yes, I do. Love you too. Even if you stood me up.”

“I SAID I DIDN’T MEANT TO!”

~~~

Sry this was extremely rushed. i don’t have much time to write it. But hope y’all like it. Idk when maknae line will be released but it will be sometime. Idk

[another-random-paradise]

Hi hi!!

Could I request a (London 24) Greaseball, Electra, Dinah, and Rusty cuddle Hc :-). Also have a good Day/Night and drink lots of water!!

Cuddles

Thank you for the request!! Tbh I love cuddles, so all of these ended up a bit long hahaha, hope you enjoy <3

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Characters cuddling with reader

Characters: Greaseball, Electra, Dinah, Rusty

Format: Headcanons

Version: London revival 2024

Warnings: none!

Greaseball

-Refuses to be the small spoon, thinks it would make her seem weak

-Likes to just hold you, really. Her personal favourite is the two of you laying down somewhere, you laying on her chest with her arms around you!  Basic, but good :) plus, this way she gets to use you as a weighted blanket; something she didn't know she needed

-Falls asleep pretty fast. The moment you two lay/sit down, and you're comfortably in her arms, she's out like a light. 

-She always claims that she's just tired after a day of hard work, but really she finds cuddling with you oddly comforting, like she can just escape her busy schedule for a bit

-Has a death grip on you, once she's asleep, you aren't going anywhere. I also believe her to be a deep sleeper, so waking her up isn't easy either (she'd also be moody if woken up)

-Despite that, if you do manage to escape her grip, for whatever reason, she is up within the minute, and she is not happy. Will hunt you down, especially if it's already late out, and drag you back to your cuddle spot, probably while grumbling something incohesive

-Another type of cuddle she likes is to just come up behind you randomly throughout the day, wrap her arms around you, and not let go till she has to go back to work

-Doesn't care if you're in a conversation with someone, you're her partner! She doesn't even pretend to care about the conversation; if the other person asks what she's doing or tries to include her in the conversation, she will just stare them down

-You'd have to be the one to tell her you don't want to cuddle at the moment, she'd act annoyed and grumble about it, but ultimately respect your wishes

--she just really enjoys holding you, it makes her feel like your protector :)

Electra

-While they're more reserved in public, in private they're as affectionate as can be!

-Always has to be touching you in some way when it's just you two, or when the only ones around are their components, so they're always happy to cuddle 

-While they don't mind being the little spoon, they prefer to be the big spoon - they enjoy holding you a lot, it makes them feel important. It also shows them that you have a certain level of trust in them :) 

-I don't think they're the type to fall asleep while cuddling, they much prefer to give their attention to you; talking about nothing in specific, maybe discussing the newest gossip, simply relaxing in each others arms..

-Don't worry about falling asleep yourself, though! again, to them it simply shows how much trust you have in them! They also adore how peaceful you look asleep - simply adorable in their opinion

-They'd admire your sleeping form, perhaps run a hand through your hair.. and while they won't fall asleep themself, they'll use the moment to relax a bit, closing their eyes and just enjoying the peace and quiet - which seems to be something very rare in this chaos of a yard

-Starlight forbid someone tries to wake you up, though. They already hate it when others interrupt you two - but if they might wake you? Nothing a small electric shock, of varying strength depending on who it is, and a mean glare, can't fix though 

-The only time they'll fall asleep while cuddling, is if you're cuddling at night, and even then they're probably awake before you. Chances are, you won't ever see them sleep, unless you got a very messed up sleep schedule or get up before the crack of dawn

-If you're okay with it, the components may occasionally join your little cuddle sessions! Usually after a especially rough day, could range from just one or two, to all of you creating a straight up cuddle pile. But if you want it to just be you and Electra, they completely respect that

-The amount of cuddles would increase in the winter - especially if you aren't a electric, and therefore naturally produce warmth! Electrics don't produce any heat, so the winter is even crueler to them, than it is already are to everyone else; and cuddling, especially somewhere cozy, just happens to be a very nice way to warm up :)

-If you're a steam engine, or in other words literally run on fire, they would just not let go of you in the winter

Dinah

-Literally the sweetest, will take any chance she can get to be affectionate with you! 

-Another one that doesn't care whether she is the little or the big spoon, though she is more used to being the little spoon

-I would recommend letting her, at least occasionally, be the big spoon, though! especially after a rough day, her hold is really comforting!

-But no matter how you two are cuddled up, it is always a really soft and sweet moment; you two are usually talking about whatever comes to mind - anything from a deep discussion about the state of the world, to planning your next date, nothings off the table :)

-While she claims not to have a favourite cuddle position, she adores it whenever you two are cuddled up on the couch, with a warm drink in hand, and her head on your shoulder. Bonus points if it's in the winter, and you two are quietly watching the snow fall

-doesn't really care if anyone walked in on you two cuddling, she's very open about her affection for you, and she would love it if you are two!

- She's the type to randomly just stare at you while cuddling, with nothing but love in her eyes - if you ask her why, she'll simply say that she's wondering how she got so lucky :)

-She would also randomly attack you with kisses - a bunch of small pecks wherever she can reach, before finishing with a final peck on the lips, and giggling about it; especially if you blush because of it, she loves making you blush!

-However, if you respond in kind she'll be redder than her hair! ;) 

-One of her dream dates would be the two of you watching stars together, while cuddling on a picnic blanket! Maybe you were watching the sunset together beforehand, maybe as a spontaneous idea.. all she really cares about is your time together 

-If you're a racer, she'll give you a hug before and after every race, that lasts long enough to might as well be considered cuddling! If you actually win a race, or even just place on the podium, she'll almost tackle you in the excitement! 

Rusty

- All you could ever wish for in the winter, and your worst nightmare in the summer

-Seriously, Steam engines run hot! it would be like sleeping right next to the fire place, or cuddling with a living, really warm, heating pad

-You'd probably end up still cuddling in the summer, because he loves being close to you, but it would be more you holding onto his arm - he wants to get closer, but understands you not wanting to overheat

-...also the first few nights, during your first summer together, he probably thought he did something to upset you, and that's why you don't want to cuddle, and you just couldn't stand that sad look of his 

-It's a whole different story during winter, though! You'd probably be the one holding onto him all day! and he wouldn't mind at all, were it not for work

-But the moment he's off the clock, he's speeding directly into your arms :)

- You guys would end up in all kinds of different cuddle positions, all your limbs usually tangled by the end of it

-I don't think he has a favourite position, nor does he care about being the big or the little spoon, he just wants to be as close as possible to you. He isn't exactly used to being this loved, so he'll take anything he can get

-continuing with my last point, when you guys cuddled for the first time, he was really awkward. He didn't know where to put his limbs, or how he should hold you - or if he should hold you at all!

-you'd have to have given him a lot of pointers, and take charge of getting comfortable for the first few times you guys cuddled. After he got the hang of it, though? Absolute cuddle bug, he never wants to let go of you

-If you cuddle at night, getting up in the morning would be really hard for him. Why should he get up and go to work, when he can stay here, cuddled up to you? He contemplates calling in sick every time

-Similarly, getting home from work and falling into your arms is like a reward, one that he looks forward to every day!

--He really just loves being close to you!

Hope you enjoyed!! I definitely enjoyed writing it :)

Feedback is always welcome, just pls be nice about it

Take care of yourself and have a lovely night/day <3

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Moonstruck

Word Count: 1.2K Summary: Yuta confessing under the moonlight Genre: Fluffffffffff, hurt/comfort (minor) A/N: Jaeil doesn't exist

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Yuta might literally be the cutest person she had ever met, they had been best friends for years, but as she got closer to the other NCT boys the clingier Yuta had gotten, which she didn’t mind in the slightest, it was just utterly adorable. She would move Mark's sleeves out of the way when they were at dinner to avoid food getting on them when Mark forgot to, then minutes later Yuta would be reaching with sweater paws, trying to act innocent. So she’d simply repeat the action towards Yuta with a fond smile as she watched his eyes glimmer with happiness.

Today was one of the days where he was particularly clingy, he had come home from his schedule to find her, Johnny, and Taeyong sprawled out around the living room, it seems Johnny had kicked her off of the couch partially with how she was upside down still trying to beat the two in a game, Taeyong had his head on her stomach and Johnny was simply trying to mess both of them up rather than focusing on himself winning. When the round ended the trio huffed, none of them had won, in sync all three began to stand up. They had planned to grab a snack after that round, but when their eyes landed on Yuta they could immediately sense something was off, “Yuta?” She called, trying to snap the man out of his trance, it worked. He took a few steps forward to grab her hand before walking to his room swiftly, pulling her into a cuddle session. He laid on top of her just allowing his brain to decompress as he listened to her heartbeat. It wasn’t unusual for this to happen, when Yuta had an off day he naturally sought her out. Naturally she should have known it was an off day, he had been texting her any second he could, asking for random selfies, and offering up a sleepover.

The two laid in bliss for a while, her hand massaging his neck and back as she hummed some tunes to lure him into a small nap. She wished she had noticed sooner, but when she felt her shirt beginning to dampen she froze, she tried maneuvering to see his face but he nuzzled into her stomach not allowing her to see. “Yu? Are you okay?”

He remained silent, the only notion that he had heard was that he moved her frozen hand towards his hair, asking for head pats. She wished she could chuckle at that moment because he really was a puppy, but she was too worried. “Yu, I know you’re not okay, so take all the comfort that you need from me. When you’re ready we can talk. I don’t like when you suffer alone.” She spoke so softly, the sound tenderly caressing his ears, allowing his brain to melt slightly as he finally felt seen after the long day of being invisible.

She hadn’t noticed she had dozed off, but when she woke up a few hours later the moon was shining through Yuta’s bedroom window and the man was standing at the window looking out at life outside, “You know, My mom used to tell me that you never know who you could end up loving.” His voice broke through the silence when he heard the sheets shuffle telling him she had sat up. She was confused, but she hummed, allowing him to say whatever he needed to say at the moment. “I think she was wrong.” was his continuation, confusing her even more, what was he on about? “From the moment I met you, I thought ‘I could love her’ it hummed in my brain every time I saw you. And then, it switched,” Yuta turned his body around so he was now facing his back to the window, leaning on the frame with his arms crossed. His face was totally serious, so different from his usual happy face, he was making sure she knew that he meant every word he was saying, and she did. Her heart was beginning to race, her throat drying as she prayed that this conversation goes the right way, “It changed to ‘I think I love her’ You got along with my friends, my family adores you, you take care of me. You are everything I’ve ever wanted in my entire life. I didn’t actually come to terms with it until you started getting closer with Mark, it seemed like you guys were beginning to like each other and I panicked, I wanted all of your attention. Today, you were hanging out with our friends but the second I needed you, you were there. Now when you do things like this, how is it possible to not love you?” He hummed, beginning to move closer, her teary eyes were glimmering like stars, the stars that he couldn’t see from all of the light in the area, it made him smile.

“We take care of each other in a way nobody in my life has ever been able to do. We love each other in every move we make, but my love? It’s not platonic, it hasn’t been for a while. Today at my schedule I was so tired, all I could think of was coming home and trying to talk you into a cuddle session, but as I walked in, a switch flipped, I needed it more than anything. And when I laid down? I felt so safe, so please, accept me so we can create our own haven in each other.”

His words sounded so poetic, she had never experienced a love quite like this, he was so in tune with his emotions, so vulnerable. The tears kept welling up and her words got caught in her throat. After realizing she couldn’t get the words out she surged forward, her lips meeting his, allowing him to lead the way. So he did, they stayed joined until air became nonexistent in their lungs. As they separated, her stomach rumbled, the skipped snack from earlier making itself known. “Oh my! Let’s get you some food.” He offered with a chuckle, beginning to pull away even more, only for her to pull him back.

“I can eat later, I can only get a chance to share my feelings properly once, I won’t mess that up. I will accept you, always. I have always been yours. I don’t plan to go anywhere else, anytime you need me you can find me.” She smiled as she took in the admiration in his gaze, with a hint of mischief, which was worrisome. Her body was picked up and slung over his shoulder with ease, it happened faster than she had expected earning a yelp to erupt.

“Now that feelings have been spilled, how about a bedroom picnic, let’s get my girlfriend some food in her tummy.” He hummed, happily carrying her out of the room, their faces both glowing red. – “Did you get it?” Mark wondered as he peered over Taeyong’s shoulder to look at his phone, the two had sprung up from their beds the second they heard talking beginning to audio record the conversation through the phone, they had known Yuta was close to confessing and had simply been waiting, as soon as they got the chance they were so going to share the recording with the rest of the group.

[psblooms]

safety net | park sunghoon

𓍯𓂃 fluff established relationship, no hurt just comfort, non idol!au, crying and cuddles on a bad day word count 1.2k works

every person experiences good and bad days throughout their lives; that's how it works. everyone hoped that good days overcounted the bad ones, and most of the time for you, they did. however; this week was not what you could consider a good week. life was beating you up from the moment you woke up to the moment you got out of work.

since the moment you and sunghoon decided to move in together your home became a haven for the both of you. it was not a necessity to be sharing the space every single moment for you to be happy; just things like each other's scents and mundane actions that reflected your personalities made being at home a bigger delight. and even though neither of you claimed to be clingy, the fact that your out-of-the-normal busier schedules overlapped denied you of spending time together was not helping with your mood.

you were in those moments where you felt overwhelmed just by simply existing, these feelings of exhaustion and fatigue were just being bottled up. normally, whenever either of you had a bad day you would rant with each other over dinner and hate the world together for at least an hour. but now that work requires you to leave earlier and for him to arrive until late at night puts your rant sessions on hold. you miss him, and so does he, you barely talk with each other in person, most of the time under soft and sleepy whispers at midnight; your communication relies on post-it notes around the house and texts during breaks.

but thankfully the weekend was coming and you would have the entire two days to spend time with him and catch up, you just had to hold on for the next eight hours and everything would be alright.

oh boy, how wrong you were.

between school work and actual work, you were juggling your time and running on caffeine, hence, having an extremely bad day that added to the list of bad things that happened in the week, from sleeping through your alarm and running out of the door, to forgetting to check the weather app leaving you sweating your ass off literally and figuratively since you also forgot to print an essay making you run to the library. to dealing with the awful mood of your superior at work and some rude customers you were sure everyone was struggling with their day.

you just hoped the moment you arrived home everything would start to fall into place and your stress would start to dissipate. and for a moment you thought it did, even though it was an empty apartment it still brought you peace of mind the fact that you could disconnect from life for a little bit.

that was until your bad luck decided it was not leaving just yet making your electric kettle stop working, or at least that's what you thought because the moment you touched it to figure out what was going on, the handle was incredibly hot surprising you and making you remove your hand quickly without realizing your elbow hit the cup you were about to use and making it fall to the ground breaking it. maybe it was the adrenaline rush of getting burned or the loud sound of the ceramic breaking that startled you. but from one moment to another, you were now crying without knowing why, you were not hurt but all the frustrations of the past few days just came out with your sobs.

crouched down in the kitchen your cries muffled all the sound so you didn't hear the door unlocking and you didn't expect sunghoon to be home so early so it was a shock for both of you.

"whoa, what happened?" he asked while getting close to you in a worried voice "are you hurt?"

"the kettle was not working - the handle was hot and I broke the cup," you said still sobbing.

"it's okay we can buy a new one, are you sure nothing hurts?" he questioned while examining you only for you to nod. after seeing you were, in fact, alright he helped you get up and walk around the broken pieces to take you to the couch in the living room.

even though he kept reassuring you that you could replace those things you still kept crying only worrying sunghoon more. he sat on his knees in front of you cradling your face in his hands and wiping away your tears with his thumbs.

"what's going on love?" he asked softly.

"I'm not sure…" you answered him without looking at him. as if reading you he asked, "did you have a bad day?" while moving your head so you could finally look at him and you just nodded.

"do you want to talk about it?" he continued and you shook your head no. "it's okay we can talk about it later, we have the whole day."

your tears decreased while being close to him and you felt truly grateful to have someone like him in your life; someone who could share your burdens and be willing to pick you up the moment you fell down, sharing your life with someone as gentle and kind as sunghoon was the biggest blessing you could have in your life.

you joined him on the living room rug and hugged him in hopes of sharing the immense amount of love you haven't been able to express in this busy week. "I missed you so much," you whispered close to his ear.

"I missed you too, we haven't had the chance to talk a lot right?" he answered in the same voice level returning your hug tighter.

after a little bit still sitting on the floor you pat his hair while looking at him "why are you here so early? - I thought you were coming later" you now asked him.

"I thought it would be nice to share dinner after so long" he answered simply "I think we both need our usual rant sessions, don't you think?" he asked lightheartedly while caressing your now puffy eyelids, making you laugh and agree with him.

he looked at you with the most gentle eyes and the softest smile and it made your heart skip a beat, you got close to him again and lay your head on his chest while he gave you soft kisses on top of your head, both of you still on the hard floor but neither of you cared, his warm hold mixed with the scent of his perfume made you feel so comfortable and happy. both you and sunghoon were content with the fact that it was the first time in a while that you could spend time together without fighting sleepiness.

you had a lot of catching up to do and that would probably happen under the kitchen lamp with some takeout, but you felt thankful for the fact that you were in a relationship with sunghoon. you both knew that under every circumstance you would have a place to go to; you found peace in each other's company and safety in each other's arms knowing you found someone who loved you as much as you loved them.

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MORNING SUNSHINES

genre: fluff, headcanons warnings: petnames, i love you's, skinship, wonwoo's is suggestive and yeah :c wc: 512 a/n: these are just fluffy headcanons about cozy and loving moments that each seventeen shares with their s/o as they wake up in the morning

S.Coups

Seungcheol would wake up with a content smile on his face, feeling you snuggled against him. As he gently brushes a strand of hair away from your face and plants a soft kiss on your forehead. His mornings often start with whispered "I love you's" before you pull him back in for just five more minutes

Jeonghan

Jeonghan would wake up with you tangled in his arms, your legs over his torso. Which will more often than not prompt him to claim for a sleep divorce but he loves you too much for that. He just simply loves the feeling of your warmth and often spends a few extra minutes just holding you close.

Joshua

Joshua is the definitely the first to wake up in your relationship. He would watch you sleep peacefully, your chest slowly rising and falling, giggling if you say anything in your sleep. He loves to surprise you with breakfast in bed, carefully balancing a tray with your favorite morning meal and a handwritten note expressing his love just for you

Jun

Jun would wake up when he feels you trying to snuggle even closer to him. He'd absolutely love to tease you about your morning hear until he sees his own reflection.You would have turns choosing a song to play for your alarm, setting the mood for the day. Sometimes, You might even have a mini dance party in bed.

Hoshi

Being hoshi's partner meant waking up to him playfully? tickling you or him humming a soft tune as he got dressed fo his day. He'd convince you to do morning stretches, sometimes followed by an impromptu dance-off in your pajamas

Wonwoo

Wonwoo and you would usually start your mornings with a hot steamy session. You'd savor lazy mornings in bed, occasionally dozing off for a few extra minutes of cuddles before starting your day.

Woozi

Being woozi's partner meant waking up at odd hours of night to the sound of him softly playing a melody on his guitar or piano, cuz he got somehow inspired in his sleep. You'll have to drag him to bed and convince him to continue his work in the morning.

DK

You might wake to a very excited dokyeom playing with a sogo or just him cuddling the life out of you. In either case your mornings would be filled with laughter and playful banter, setting a joyful tone for the rest of the day.

Mingyu

Mingyu loves to enjoy leisurely mornings in bed, sometimes watching movies or planning their day together. You would share sweet morning kisses and giggle about your dreams before gyu insists on making breakfast together, which usually turns into a playful food fight

The8

Minghao and you would often wake up entangled in each other's limbs, sharing warm cuddles and soft kisses. You'd have a routine of having tea time together in the morning, bonding over your shared passion for discipline, well routines are formed to be broken right? so you just stay in bed

Seungkwan

You would often wakes up to him singing in the shower or humming to a tune, of a show you've been watching. You would enjoy making breakfast together, with Seungkwan occasionally adding a dash of humor to the recipe by creating funny-shaped pancakes.

Vernon

You'd often wake up with your legs tangled together, making it difficult to distinguish where one ends and the other begins. On the days your schedules are not packed you'd spend your mornings snuggled up, scrolling through memes or reading each other amusing tweets to start the day with laughter

Dino

You'd wake up to the sound of your alarm clock, which dino sneakily changed the tune of. You'd engage in a morning workout routine together, pushing each other to stay healthy and active, which almost always ends up in a tickle fight

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Everybody Hurts

pairings: bff!Beomgyu + bf!Yeonjun x reader

genre: hurt/comfort

tw: mental health struggles, crying

Whoever said everything happens for a reason can kindly fuck off. Cause whether there’s a reason or not everything hurt. No words could comfort you in this time in your life with all that’s going on. The weight of the world, everything that’s happening that’s out of your control, everything you see on social media and TV, trying to ignore it for your own personal health but wanting to acknowledge it so you don’t feel ignorant. Dealing with your mental health but feeling like you can’t because “someone out there had it worse than you” makes you feel even worse. It’s all too much, and the idea of getting out of bed leaves your heart feeling heavy because you have the privilege of not wanting to leave your warm heated bed while other people in the world would give anything to have one. Checking your phone was like a game of chance because while you wanted to be on social media and check in on your friends, the chances of you seeing something heartbreaking on someone’s story were high. Any noise from your phone that indicated a message you ignored, cause you couldn’t bear to look at the screen of your phone anymore. You buried yourself further into your bed, going on day three of not speaking to anyone; your friends, your family, your partner, no one. You loved them, and you were grateful for their love but simply waking up every day was mentally and physically exhausting. You were pulled out of your thoughts when there was a knock on your door. Your pitch-black room was introduced to a sliver of light seeping through as your boyfriend and best friend poke their heads in. 

“Y/N?” A small voice said, breaking the silence. You had no energy to move, not enough to even say hello, cause once you did, it was over. 

“I tried to tell him to give you space but you know how he is,” Yeonjun slightly chuckled as Beomgyu got under the covers with you, hugging your frame tightly. You giggled when you had to blow his long hair out of your face.

“You need to cut your hair homie,” you joke as you finally move a limb to move the hair out of your face and his. 

“Never!” He whispered, knowing if he spoke above a whisper your headache would become more prominent. They’ve been wanting to see you for the past few days but because of their crazy go go go schedule they didn’t have time for phone calls or daily visits. Even when they did want to see you, you didn’t have the energy to interact with anyone, and they understood. Beomgyu, on the other hand, was stubborn and needed to see his bestie right here right now.

“What can we do for you, love?” Yeonjun asked as he went in to kiss you. They knew you were struggling mentally with everything that was going on right now, and they wanted nothing more than to just be there for you,  whether that was getting you groceries or sending you coffee money or having cuddle sessions. You didn’t know, you didn’t know how to ask for help or what they could do to help you. Yeonjun got under the covers and pulled you into his arms with Beomgyu still attached to you. 

“Are you okay, y/n?” Beomgyu asked. That was it. That was your last straw. You shook your head as you buried your face into Yeonjun’s shoulder, one hand gripping his shirt while the other clutched onto Beomgyu’s arm that was wrapped around your waist. Yeonjun kissed your forehead as your tears plopped onto his shirt, your body was shaking and all the pent-up frustrations and sadness were being let out as your boyfriend and best friend held you close. When you were reduced to just sniffles, Yeonjun wiped the tears from your cheek and whispered 

“I know I can’t take away all of your pain, but allow us to carry some of that burden for you. You don’t have to go through any of this alone. Whatever you’re going through, your feelings are valid. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, okay?” 

He read your mind so well it was kind of scary. You nodded as he held you tighter, feeling all the love warm up in your chest as the two reminded you that they were here for you.

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Masturbation May - Day 5a: Edging (Barbatos)

A/N: Barbatos was suggested for day 5, edging, by the lovely @yarnnerdally! Barbatos definitely seems like the master of controlling orgasms, either his own or his lover's. But once he's past the point of no return, that control is just gone. I love me some needy demon butler~ Had a small mental block so this is late whoops

Featuring: GN reader || Barbatos x reader

Warnings: masturbation, edging; use of his gloves and his tail; cumshot; just some stress relief for a hard-working butler; mentions of oral (Barbatos receiving) and bondage with reader

Word count: 1988

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The stress had been building up all week. Barbatos was used to a heavy schedule; he attended to the Crown Prince of the Devildom, after all, arranging and attending all sorts of meetings, handling paperwork, cleaning up the palace, and doing pest control of creatures both big and small. He was no stranger to a heavy workload, so it was rarely an issue. But for some reason, this week had been particularly grueling, barely giving him a chance to recuperate.

It also didn't help that during this week, you'd been busy with your own things, studying for an upcoming exam and thus unable to visit the castle like you usually did. Your presence was always a source of stress relief for Barbatos, a comforting and anchoring presence that helped him stay grounded through all sorts of trials and tribulations. But any time you found an opening in your schedule, he was already , and vice versa. It just wasn't in the stars for him to see his beloved's face, it seemed, and it left him feeling restless and unfulfilled.

One of his favorite forms of stress relief was acts of service with you, baking you new sweets and making you delicious tea, just getting the time to sit down with you and indulge in your aura. Sometimes, he simply needed your kisses and cuddles, sharing a soft moment in private to simply hold each other close.

However, when the tension levels were overwhelming, his methods of stress relief could be on the... rougher side. You'd been a little shocked, to say the least, to discover Barbatos' love of ropework. He enjoyed tying up a willing victim every now and then, not always for sexual reasons, and he was both glad and relieved when you seemed to take a liking to it. Something about seeing you wrapped up in pretty patterns of rope or ribbon satisfied him immensely, and you two had taken to doing a lengthy session every so often to blow off steam.

And when just the ropework wasn't enough, Barbatos liked to use your body for stress relief, too. He preferred taking his time in bed with you, working you up slowly, deeply, building up a massive wave of pleasure to crash over you in the most delicious mind-numbing, limb-shaking way when you finally peaked. He was a master at orgasm control, and it left your mind reeling after every session. But on occasion, he could play fast and rough, too, pounding you against the wall or over the coffee table if he was too worked up or you'd been riling him up all day. It was times like that that you were reminded he was a demon first, and a butler second. But he knew you enjoyed every second of it.

Today, the tension finally came to a head after dealing with a particularly troublesome noble, spending the better part of an hour arguing over a new policy during an important meeting. Although Barbatos rarely got angry, the noble had seemed determined to test his patience left and right. Once the meeting had ended, he left the room with a pounding headache and fists tightly clenched, using everything in his will to maintain his composure. Thankfully, Diavolo could tell something was going on and left him alone, going back to his paperwork without any prompting from his faithful butler.

Barbatos made his way to his room quickly, just wanting to be in a quiet safe space to work out his anger. Checking his D.D.D., there were no new messages from you, and he couldn't help but sigh. His usual source of comfort was missing and his body ached to let it all out, relieve all his stress into you in only the way you could handle. Now that his usual option was unavailable, as he'd be remiss to pull you away from your studies just to help his selfish desires, he could only think of one other thing to do.

He willed his mind to focus on more pleasurable memories, trying to replace his negative feelings with something better. If he couldn't have you in person, he could at least enjoy your presence in the form of his thoughts, conjuring memories of your last rope session with him, remembering the way the rope hugged your limbs as you hung suspended, the tie pattern he'd used complementing the shape of your body and keeping you immobilized and vulnerable to his skillful ways. It had been a particularly passionate session, the room air heavy with the scent of sex and sweat from how long you two had been at it.

As he recalled the lusty look in your eyes, he remembered the way your mouth had hung open in a silent scream as he brought you to climax several times, and he could feel himself harden, wanting to see those expressions on you once more. Barbatos let himself relax into his demon form, finally, slipping off his jacket and sitting at the edge of his bed. He knew he didn't have too long to dedicate to this, but it was either he explode in a pleasurable way, or a dangerous way, and figured the former would be best.

He started palming himself over his pants, the pressure providing a small bit of relief, and released himself from his pants before long. He kept his gloves on as he continued stroking himself, enjoying the feel of the fabric against his shaft. That was another thing you seemed to enjoy, when he kept his gloves on during sex, and he could see why you enjoyed it so much. The unfamiliarity of the sensation did bring a new level of pleasure to things, only serving to feed into his growing lust.

Perhaps because he was so pent up, Barbatos could already feel his climax approaching. But he could still feel the tendrils of anger and frustration from earlier, the whole reason he was trying to relieve himself now, and realized cumming now wouldn't be nearly as satisfying as he'd like. He started to stroke a finger beneath the head of his cock where it was most sensitive, shivering and twitching in need, and his climax grew ever closer the faster he stroked. But just as the pleasure began to crest, he pulled his hand off his cock, stopping his orgasm in its tracks.

He could see his shaft throb, signals thrown out of whack at the sudden loss of sensation. He gave himself a moment, waiting for the pleasure to retreat before restarting his ministrations. Now precum was leaking from his tip, a tiny river oozing down his shaft, and he pressed a finger to his head to see the glistening strand it made when he pulled away. The urge to taste himself was strong, but he simply continued his movements, now using his pre as lube as he stroked his shaft again.

His body was growing hot, and he could feel the last vestiges of anger leave his system, now able to focus solely on his pleasure. One of his favorite parts of sex with you was utilizing orgasm control in your pleasure, but it was just as effective on himself. He loved the way you grew desperate with him, rocking your hips as he toyed with your arousal until you were begging for relief. And especially when he had you bound, and no amount of wriggling was going to free you or get you any closer to your orgasm, your begging was music to his ears. Your eventual orgasm was made just that much better, and it affected him as well, a bright display of fireworks going off in his mind when he joined you at that pleasurable peak.

Speaking of orgasm, his own climax was quickly approaching once more, all ready to go from the first session. He continued pumping his hand, bringing his fingers over the sensitive head of his cock, chasing after that delicious feeling. But once more, as his pleasure rose up in front of him, he stopped his movements and instead squeezed the base of his cock hard, his orgasm cut off once more.

By now, two denied orgasms left him with a terrible ache in his balls, the head of his cock a deep red from all the blood flow and stimulation. Barbatos' whole body was thrumming, his heart pumping hard from the repeated excitement, and all his mind could think of now was finally cumming. He gave himself a calculated moment to just sit, letting his pleasure die down so he wouldn't ruin himself accidentally.

How he wished you were with him, providing him this relief instead. You always knew just how to touch him, learned how to stroke him just right or use your tongue in wicked ways. He imagined you now, kneeling between his legs and letting him use your mouth as he saw fit. He could envision the way your lips wrapped around his shaft, your hands pumping whatever you couldn't fit in your mouth or stroking his balls, and it made his cock twitch in need to just release down your throat.

Barbatos glanced at the clock and saw he didn't have much time left until he had to prepare dinner for the Young Lord. His tail flicked unconsciously at the edge of his vision, body still itching for relief, and an idea came to mind as to how to end his session.

He leaned over and opened the drawer to his bedside table, finding a small bottle of lube he kept on hand for you, and squirted some onto his cock, shivering at the cold feeling. Leaning back on his hands, he then lifted the end of his tail and let the two tendrils wrap around his shaft. He rarely used his tail to play with himself (on you was a different story), but much like wearing the gloves had done, the difference in sensation really brought new pleasure to the game.

He began moving his tail, stroking leisurely at first before increasing the pace, a wet squelching sound resounding in his room along with his quiet pants. The feeling was addicting, being able to have one end of the tendril wrapped around his base, squeezing and rubbing alternatively, while the other could focus on his head, rubbing up on his frenulum repeatedly. He reached a hand down and tugged on his full balls that were just aching to release already, urging his body on as he squeezed and played with them. The combination of sensations was honestly devastating and his orgasm rose again quickly. This time, Barbatos let the tidal wave of pleasure wash over him, his balls constricting before hot spurts of cum shot out, drawing a low moan from his throat.

His tail kept up its rhythm for a moment, making sure to draw out every drop of cum he could, before releasing and letting his spent shaft rest against his belly. Barbatos took a deep breath, feeling his heartbeat throb throughout his body, and was relieved to notice his tension was all gone. Of course, it didn't quite scratch the itch he'd developed to relieve his stress with you, but for now, it did wonders for his mood and would tide him over until you were eventually freed from your obligations.

He collected himself and glanced down, seeing one of his gloves had caught some of his spend, and he worked on redressing with a new set of gloves, slipping on his jacket and adjusting everything into tip-top shape. As he mentally prepped himself for going back to work, he made a note to himself to discuss some time off with Diavolo. This little session had helped him to work off some tension, but he knew the sooner he saw you, the sooner he would feel truly right as rain, and he couldn't wait until you were all his once more.

[bloomingdayswithyou]

hey could I request a similar style post as your “how would dating mingi be like?” but with Jongho? Preferably with a male reader in mind if that’s important

thanks in advance 🩶

How would dating Jongho be like?

Pairing: Jongho x gn!reader

Words: 483

Warnings: none!!

A/N: hi anon! I didn't come up with specific scenarios for a male reader sorry :(( I did it with a neutral reader in mind, but the only pronoun used is 'you' !!

Jongho loves to surprise you with spontaneous singing sessions. Whether it's a private concert or a karaoke date, he enjoys sharing his passion with you during your time together.

When you are in private, Jongho is a big fan of cuddling. He loves to wrap his arms around you and hold you close, finding comfort in your presence. His warmth and affection make cuddle sessions with him the ultimate cozy experience.

He's incredibly supportive of your dreams and aspirations. Whether it's cheering you on from the sidelines or offering words of encouragement, he's always there to lift you up and help you chase your goals.

Jongho is thoughtful when it comes to expressing his love. From leaving little love notes around the house to surprising his partner with meaningful gifts, he always finds ways to show how much they mean to him.

He's also a great listener and loves having deep conversations with you late into the night. Whether you’re discussing your dreams, fears, or simply sharing your thoughts and feelings, he treasures these intimate moments of connection.

Jongho is incredibly gentle and tender with you, always making sure you feel loved and cherished. Whether it's holding hands, brushing away stray hair, or leaving soft kisses on your forehead, mostly when you both are alone, he's attentive to your needs and desires.

Despite his busy schedule, Jongho always makes time for you. Whether it's sending sweet messages during breaks or video calling late at night, he ensures that you feel loved and supported even when he's away on tour or filming.

As his partner, you understand and respect his passion for music and idol activities. You attend ATEEZ's performances whenever possible, cheering him on from the audience and celebrating his successes.

Communication is key in Jongho's relationship. You both openly discuss your feelings, concerns, and expectations, ensuring that you’re always on the same page despite the challenges of his idol career.

Jongho loves surprising youwith unexpected visits whenever his schedule allows. It could be showing up at your doorstep after a long day, he enjoys making spontaneous gestures to brighten your day.

While Jongho is dedicated to his career as an idol, he also prioritizes his relationship with you. He finds a balance between his work commitments and spending quality time with you, making sure neither aspect of his life feels neglected.

As his partner, you’re an integral part of his support system. You understand the demands of his idol career and offer unwavering encouragement and understanding, standing by his side through the highs and lows of his journey in the entertainment industry.

In your relationship with Jongho, boundaries and needs for personal space are important. This means understanding when the other needs time alone. In Jongho’s case, he understands things like you being unable to join him at idol events, and he always makes sure to prioritize your well-being and comfort.

I love this man so much :((

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[cherryrainn]

☽ ༚  ༵ ۰ ✧ ۰  ༵ ༚ ༵ ۰ ✧ ۰ 

— embrace of the spider

miguel o'hara cuddle headcanons

miguel is not initially the most physically affectionate person, given his guarded nature.

when miguel cuddles, he tends to keep his arms wrapped securely around you, providing a sense of protection and safety. his touch is firm yet gentle, his fingertips tracing soothing patterns along your back.

he appreciates the warmth and comfort of cuddling, finding solace in the closeness and the feeling of another person's heartbeat against his own. it helps him let his guard down and allows him to temporarily escape the weight of his responsibilities.

miguel secretly craves affection and emotional connection. cuddling provides him with a space to express vulnerability, allowing him to feel accepted and loved without fear of judgment.

miguel enjoys running his fingers through your hair or lightly stroking your cheek while cuddling. these gentle gestures serve as a way for him to show his affection and care, even if his words may not always express it.

he appreciates the quiet moments during cuddling, relishing in the stillness and the shared presence with the other person. it's a chance for him to escape the chaos of his world and simply exist in the peaceful embrace.

sometimes, miguel may bury his face in the crook of your neck, finding comfort in your scent and the closeness of your body. it's a vulnerable act for him, as it exposes his need for intimacy and connection.

miguel is an excellent listener, and while you cuddle, he pays close attention to the details of your day or any worries that may be on your mind. he's there to provide a listening ear and offer words of support and comfort.

despite his busy schedule, miguel always makes time for cuddling. whether it's a quick cuddle session in the morning before he swings off or a long, leisurely cuddle on the couch during a lazy evening, he prioritizes these moments with you.

he loves to pepper your face and neck with gentle kisses, each one filled with adoration and affection. his lips leave a trail of warmth wherever they touch, eliciting soft sighs and contented smiles.

sometimes, after a particularly exhausting day, miguel might fall asleep while cuddling. his breathing steadies and his grip around you relaxes, but he remains a steadfast presence, providing a sense of security even in his slumber.

on colder nights, miguel enjoys cuddling under a cozy blanket, creating a little cocoon of warmth and tenderness. he holds you tight, ensuring that you're shielded from the chill and surrounded by his comforting embrace.

miguel enjoys cuddling in various positions, depending on the mood and level of comfort. sometimes you'll find yourselves spooning, with miguel as the big spoon, his body molded against yours. other times, he may lay his head on your chest while you run your fingers through his hair.

miguel has a knack for finding the coziest spots in the house for cuddling. he might lead you to a snug corner on the couch with plush pillows or suggest snuggling up in a nest of blankets on the floor. no matter where you are, he transforms the space into a haven of comfort.

miguel's voice has a soothing quality that intensifies the calming effect of cuddling. he often whispers sweet words or hums soft melodies as you rest together, creating a tranquil ambiance that helps you both relax and unwind.

if either of you is feeling sad or overwhelmed, miguel's cuddles become a safe space for emotional release. he'll hold you tightly, allowing you to cry or vent, and he'll offer words of comfort and understanding without judgment. his presence alone is a source of solace during difficult times.

he appreciates the simplicity of silence when cuddling. sometimes, there's no need for words or deep conversations. just being together, sharing a peaceful silence, is enough to reaffirm your connection and create a sense of tranquility.

he loves surprise cuddles. he'll sneak up behind you when you least expect it, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your neck. the sudden embrace never fails to make you feel loved and cherished.

a big fan of cuddling outdoors. whether it's a cozy evening under the stars or a lazy afternoon in a hammock, he enjoys the fresh air and natural surroundings while snuggling up with you. it adds an extra touch of adventure and romance to your cuddle sessions.

[sheena-isa-punkrocker]

Miguel Ángel Félix Gallardo NSFW Alphabet

warning: reader has no specific gender but is mentioned to have female genitals

nsfw under the cut

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

Miguel is so soft after sex. It doesn’t matter if it was a rough session or a slow and sensual one. He’s drawing out the high of being with you by having you cuddled up to his side. Your head on his chest, his arm wrapped around your waist, him smoking a post-sex cigarette (he’ll offer to share with you if you want). His hands absentmindedly trace designs on your bare skin, might give you a small tickle to your side to hear your pretty giggles. 

For times where he’s had a long day, he’ll simply spoon you and nuzzle his face into the back of your neck with his arms wrapped around you. There was one time where Amado suggested Miguel place his cock in between your legs while spooning, explaining how it makes you feel closer without actually having sex. Miguel tried it one night after a session and he instantly loved it. Has been a fan of that post-sex cuddle position ever since. You both will have to thank Amado for that later.

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

He doesn’t really have a favorite body part of his, though he has noticed how much you love to bite his neck. As a biter himself, he can appreciate a good love bite. His favorite spot would be on his neck just where his shirt collar would cover it, like it’s a secret between you both. The feeling of you pulling his head back by his dark locks to give many kisses and bites everywhere along his neck is a favorite memory of his.

Miguel loves every part of you but he can’t help but be an ass man. Whether it’s leaving his office after a quickie, or simply admiring your form as you shower, his eyes land on your ass every time. In private, he loves laying his hand there as you cuddle, in more sexual moments he lives for giving you nice good spankings. Just the thought of grabbing, spanking, and groping your ass in his lap is enough to rile this man up.

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

He sort of hates this fact about him because it’s not convenient for his schedule, but Miguel cums a lot. This man has a lot of pent up stress and emotions so letting go and cumming all over your ass or stomach, making a mess of you both, is super enjoyable in your private quarters. However when having a quickie in his office or your workplace, he tries to hold back a bit to make less of a mess (it never works though). Be sure to have enough tissues on standby when in public. Loves the image of you sucking his cock with pre-cum and spit all over his shaft and your pretty plump lips. And you licking the cum off your fingers and mouth after he finishes? Priceless.

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

Miguel is not one for sharing you but he does have this one particular fantasy of him sitting in a chair while watching you dominate another person (either man or woman) while he strokes himself. While it makes him proud to see you take charge in your business ventures and daily life, it also turns him on. The way you take command, become more aggressive in your desires, he wants to see you take charge of the other person and then move into his lap and dominate him.

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

Miguel is very experienced and we can point to the many affairs he’s had during his second marriage to prove this. Even before his first and second marriages, Miguel was considered a handsome man back in his hometown and had no trouble getting attention from others. His charming and gentleman vibe always got him lucky. Miguel is also the type of man to absolutely lose himself in the moment when engaging in sexual desires. Whether sex has become an act of release from life’s stresses or he’s running away from his darker emotions, Miguel puts his all into it and none of his previous partners had anything to complain about.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Miguel has a few favorite positions. One of them is missionary while having your leg thrown over his shoulder so he can thrust at a deeper angle inside you. He goes wild at hearing your loud moans when he pumps you deeper and deeper. He can also give sweet kisses to your ankle and leg this way, when he’s feeling more romantic. Another favorite is doggy-style for obvious reasons, loves to see that ass bounce back on his cock and see his red hand prints mark up your skin there. When Miguel is feeling purely romantic, he loves being in the lotus position with you. Having you sit in his lap as he thrusts up into you (or you riding down on him), his hands roaming all over your back and chest, his mouth sucking your tits, looking up at your ecstasy filled expression, just pure bliss.  Cowgirl, both forward and reverse, are also in the rotation as well as picking you up and thrusting into you against the shower wall.

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

Miguel is a more serious guy in general. Though, he does feel safe enough with you that he’ll let out one sarcastic or cocky joke during sex but for the most part he’s so invested in your shared pleasure he can’t stop and make a joke. More interested in pleasing you and cumming than anything else.

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

It’s no surprise Miguel is very well groomed down there. He likes to take care of his appearance, never has a hair out of place during office hours, always wearing just pressed suits. The same goes for his pubic hair, nicely trimmed and clean. He has a cute happy trail.

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

Oh, Miguel can turn the romantic intimacy all the way up when he wants to. Due to his busy schedule, he may not provide it consistently, but when he does? Trust that Miguel would go all out for you. You want soft music playing and rose petals on the bed? He’ll do exactly that. Want a romantic bubble bath with him that leads to romantic, sensual, passionate love-making that’ll leave the whole bathroom floor wet with bath water? He’ll provide that. Need sensual shower sex where he’s eating you out while the hot water runs down you both? He’s into that. Want soft ‘I missed you all day’ sex? You got it. It’s safe to say that because Miguel can’t give you romance every single time due to his schedule, he puts even more effort when he does have the time.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t really need to, now that he has you by his side. However when he goes on business trips out of the city or country, he finds himself languidly stroking his cock to the thought of you as he lays in his hotel bed alone. The feeling of missing you and wanting your warm body next to his in bed like you do at home is what prompts him to pump his cock in the late hours of the night.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Phone sex. When you first became official and you didn’t live with him yet, Miguel initiated phone sex with you when he called from his hotel office plenty of times. And even now when you’re at work or staying home, either one of you will call during lunch and touch yourselves to the sound of each other’s soft voices and moans. This comes in handy when he’s staying at the office late or when he’s on business out of town. If he can’t physically be with you, he wants to at least hear your erotic moans and sighs of pleasure as he fists his hardened cock. Likes to ask what you’re wearing that day (doesn’t actually matter what outfit it is, you’re beautiful in everything in his eyes), likes to hear how you’re touching yourself, will give some orders here and there. Also likes it when you tell him how he should stroke himself. Completely open to hearing any fantasies you have about him and imagining them with you, vice versa.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Most of the time sex is in your shared bedroom because that’s where the both of you can really let loose and get lost in each other without having to worry about prying eyes. It's not the only place Miguel likes to have his way with you, though. His office during midday or after hours, you bent over his desk or riding him on the couch, is also a favorite. Or him paying a visit to your work office so he can eat you out as you sit in your leather chair, your manicured fingers entangling in his hair.

When you and Miguel attend a party one of the plaza leaders is throwing, don’t be surprised by Miguel whisking you away to a secret bathroom or closet to have a spontaneous quickie. He had been watching you in your sexy party attire all night long. Watching your hips sway to the music, the drop of alcohol trickling down your chin before you wiped it away, making his eyes focus on your lips… needless to say the growing need in his pants told him he needed to have you now. He’d much rather be with you than be stuck talking business with the other plazas anyway.

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

Literally anything you do could turn into a turn on for him, he’s that much in love with you. Whether you’re busy being the head of your business and he’s turned on by your dominance, or you give him advice on how to handle a cartel member and your intelligence is just so sexy to him, there are a lot of aspects about you that he admires and lusts after.

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

Sharing you, period. Yes he has that one fantasy of you being dominant over someone else as he watches as stated previously but he doesn’t like the idea of engaging in threesomes or moresomes with you and the other participant. Miguel is a little too possessive for that and wants you all to himself. Call him selfish, he won’t deny it. Harsh pain is another no for him. Spanking, biting, and a bit of man-handling is okay with him but nothing super pain inducing.

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

Miguel greatly enjoys both acts but he likes receiving a tad bit more. Just him relaxing in his lounge chair in his hotel office, you bobbing your head up and down his shaft, one of his hands gently entangling in your hair, guiding you, the other hand occupied with a lit cigarette. It’s one of his favorite after hours past time. It's helpful for days where he’s absolutely exhausted and you want to help him relax. Another position he likes is you laying on the bed while he thrusts his cock down your throat. It gives him the opportunity to touch your chest and sex at the same time. It has led to a passionate 69 position multiple times. 

Miguel enjoys absolutely losing himself as he gives you head. Sucking and licking at your bud, then moving lower to tongue fuck you, rubbing his nose back and forth against you. Eventually using his index and middle fingers to curl inside you (he has a thing for fingering). Perhaps you’ll let him play with your arse-hole this time? He hopes so. One time you came into his office during his lunch hour, sat yourself on his desk, opened your legs wide and told him he’d be having you for lunch. It’s one of the most hottest memories he has of you. He still gets off of the memory when he masturbates. He’s also a fan of eating you out from behind, having one of your legs hitched on top of the desk or bed or back of the couch. He doesn’t even get mad if he’s only able to eat you out and you have to leave afterwards. Giving you pleasure gives him a certain boost to his ego.

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

He can be both fast and rough or slow and sensual when the time calls for it. It’s like Miguel always knows what kind of pace is perfect for the type of mood you both are in. For days where you both need to let off steam from a busy day’s work, fast and rough is the go to. It’s an amazing experience to feel Miguel pound into your ass repeatedly after a full day, spanking his frustrations about the other plaza leaders out on your ass-cheeks. Him pulling you by the hair up to his chest as he whispers dirty degradations in your ear. 

But every single time he comes back from a business trip he needs that sweet, sensual ‘I’ve missed you for so long, let me show you how much I love you’ type sex. Miguel’s thrusts become slower as he holds your leg over his hip, but he hits hard and deep. He whispers sweet nothings to your lips as you claw his back in your pleasure. 

After every session, without fail, whether it was rough or soft, Miguel always makes sure to soothe you with gentle kisses and strokes to your body. He might start out rough, but he will never end it that way.

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

Quickies are perfect for him since he is a busy man. He welcomes them anytime of the day or night. First thing in the morning while you both are half sleepy and half turned on by being in each other’s embrace? Yes. Hitting you from behind in the morning shower? Or when you’re both dressing up for the day ahead? Yes. During midday when he can enter your office for a short pick-me-up? Yes. While you’re cooking dinner and you look so cute in your kitchen apron? Yes. In the middle of the night when you find him unable to shut his brain off and he can’t sleep so you offer to help him relax? Yes. Just, any time is a good time for a quickie for Miguel. Though they never compare to your longer sessions, quickies have their purpose in your relationship.

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

Miguel experiments more so in terms of different locations. His office, your office, the multiple rooms in your huge mansion, an empty bathroom or closet at someone else’s party. One time he drove you to a nice secluded beach at the gulf during vacation and you rode him in his driver’s seat. Car sex is definitely something he wants to do with you again. While he has his fair share of positions he likes to rotate around with you, don’t expect him to do super crazy positions, he thinks they can be a bit silly looking.

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

Usually Miguel is good for two rounds on most days. Even on days where he’s tired and you want to go another round, he’ll happily finger you to satisfy your needs. For events like your birthday and holidays, he makes it a point to go one more round than typical, just to make you feel special. There have been times where he’s come back from a long business trip and he’s so pent up from missing you that he gets so lost he ends up going for four. 

Whether it’s a quickie or a long session, Miguel always wants you to come first and will put off his needs until it happens. He’s a bigger fan of when you both come together, it makes him feel closer to you both physically and emotionally.

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

He didn’t own any before you. He was a bit old-fashioned in that way. Once you showed him how you masturbated with your vibrator, he liked the idea of watching you use it as foreplay. Him telling you what speeds to use and what angle became a turn on for him the more you both experimented with it. One time you suggested he try a vibrator to his cock to see how it feels. Miguel was surprised at how fast he came when you set the vibrator speed and moved it against his tip and along his shaft. Sex toys aren’t an everyday need for him, he greatly prefers a skin to skin connection. However he admits they are nice to use once in a while.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Miguel Ángel Félix Gallardo is a HUGE tease. When you’re at a party full of cartel drug lords and sicarios with their side pieces, Miguel likes to periodically whisper the dirty things he’ll do to you when you get back home and then leave you flustered and turned on. He’ll keep doing it until you’re dragging him to the guest bathroom away from everyone. At dinners he likes to slowly reach over and place his hand on your thigh. It seems innocent at first until you find him trailing his hand higher and higher underneath the fabric, tracing sultry circles to get your attention. This extends to the bedroom where he likes to prolong your orgasm by stopping just right when you’re about to come undone. You get frustrated and beg for him to continue, you’ll be met with a cocky smirk and a “Not yet, mi vida. Need to hear you sing for me a bit more.” It’s how you’re able to have long sessions with him. Cocky bastard. 

Miguel does enjoy when you tease him back, it boosts his ego. Whisper dirty things in his ear before he goes to work so he’ll have something to look forward to at the end of the day. Tease him during phone sex so he’ll have the real thing waiting for him at home. Really press into his groin before you sit up from his lap so he knows that you’re thinking about what you’ll both be doing later. He loves it.

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

Not too loud but not quiet either, Miguel is somewhere in the middle. He usually grunts and groans his pleasures. Dirty talking mixed in between, he gives both praise and degradation (whatever you prefer best). One time during a long romantic and sensual round, he accidentally let out a long moan. It was the most beautifully erotic sound you’d ever heard from him. Before he could be embarrassed, you encouraged him to moan some more for you. Your praises and encouragement made him feel safe and comfortable enough that he did as you wished. Miguel moaning has now become a staple in your love making.

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

Majority of Miguel’s peers would think that just like in his business ventures, that Miguel is a dominant man that knows exactly what he wants, when he wants it, and will do anything to get it. While this is true in the bedroom as well, Miguel also enjoys the times where you are the dominant one and take over for him. Being a dominant switch is his true nature. He likes watching you call the shots and use his body for your pleasure. You fisting his hardened cock as he sucks on your tits in your soft bed. Him enjoying licking your sex in your office because he knows you’ll repay him back at home later. Yeah, it’s nice to give the reins over to you for once. It also shows how comfortable he feels with you that he can let his need of control go.

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

Miguel is a good 7 inches, slightly longer than the average man with a nice amount of girth at the base. Not circumcised.

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

He always wants you. Always yearning for your touch while he’s reading boring documents at work. Not even for just sexual purposes, he truly enjoys your company and wishes you could be around him all day everyday. You keep him grounded in reality and remind him of the good parts of his character. And showing his love and appreciation for you through passionate love making multiple times a week (or even a day) when he can is something he truly enjoys doing for you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Miguel has trouble sleeping the majority of the night because his brain is always going a mile a minute. Sex helps ease his mind and he does end up falling asleep faster than without it. Usually after post-sex cuddles and a cigarette, he stays up, watching you slumber next to him. Give him about thirty minutes and he’ll meet you in dreamland eventually.