#t:domestic

[smuttyhun]

realistically sehun is probably vanilla so can you write a « realistic smut »

He comes home tired from all the things he had to do in the studio. They’re almost done recording all of the songs for their new album, but they still need to polish a few things here and there. Not only that, but it’s just he and Chanyeol so it makes everything a lot harder. Which is why, when Sehun gets home late in the evening, you greet him at the door with a sympathetic kiss on his cheek.

He smiles tiredly but doesn’t fail to pull you in a sweet embrace, taking in your scent and realizing he’s finally where he likes it the most - at home, in your arms. Not just yours, apparently, because Monsieur is there to greet him as well and you watch the ball of fluff greeting his new owner in a way that has Sehun chuckling at how cute he is. You can’t help but agree because it really is cute to see your boyfriend become so happy, as if all of his worries are fading away, once you and Monsieur greet him at the door.

“Did you eat?” You ask while he takes his jacket and shoes off.

“Yeah. Not hungry. Just wanna take a shower then go to bed,” he says in the usual tired voice you’ve gotten so used to over the past months.

You hum in approval and wait for him in the bedroom in the meanwhile, getting cozy on your side of the bed until you see your boyfriend emerging from the bathroom and getting closer to you. There’s water dripping down his smooth skin and his wet hair is pushed away from his face, making him see more beautiful than ever. Your heart skips a beat at the sight and you smile and pat the empty bed space which he gladly accepts.

“Are you that sleepy?” You ask, still holding some hope for night.

Sehun knows you well enough to realize what that means and so, he grins and lazily moves his body until he’s on top of you. He knows you’re in the mood for sex and, truth to be told, so is he. It’s just that he’s tired, but he knows he can get away with a slower pace if he won’t be able to recover in the following minutes.

He starts off slowly by kissing the side of your neck, his pouty lips not forgetting a single inch of your skin and it’s all the better when his mouth reaches yours. He uses the kiss as a distraction from the initial pain of him pushing in because he feels way too big sometimes and you’re rather tight. Besides, neither of you is in the mood for too much foreplay tonight, so he knows you won’t be that wet when his dick will be in.

That is why he takes his time with fitting his large cock inside of you, holding the base of his penis as he guides it inside your pussy inch by inch. It’s slow and it’s splitting you open more and more with every passing second, but you love it so much you’re already moaning and trying to push your hips down so he can be fully inside of you already.

“Let’s take it easy,” Sehun says with a chuckle, having sensed your impatience.

You huff but agree nonetheless, letting him penetrate you at his own pace.

It takes about a minute but, then, he’s finally fully in and both of you sigh in content. He loves to be balls deep inside of you but he knows he has to move sooner or later so you can feel the same amount of pleasure. And so, he picks up a pace and fucks you with long and deep thrusts. He’s consistent for most of the time, but his hips start to snap erratically once he’s nearing his orgasm. You can tell he’s close and that is why you bring an arm between your bodies and rub at your clit, desperate to get to that blissful moment as well.

He cums first but stays inside of you while you continue to stroke your clit until you cum as well, your chest convexing until your breasts press over Sehun’s hard chest. He’s still on top of you and makes sure to hold you in place as you cum all over his softening dick, not budging an inch until you’re done climaxing underneath.

Once you stop trembling in his arms, he gently lets go of you and lies back on his side of the bed. You stand up and fetch some wet wipes to get rid of the cum around your pussy, all before doing the same with Sehun’s dick. He’s thankful for the gesture and doesn’t hesitate to voice this feeling out before pulling you closer to his form once you’re back in bed. You fall asleep like this - forehead against Sehun’s broad shoulder while he rests his chin on top of your head and snores ever so lightly.

[yoi-recs]

Author: preciousbunnynoiz

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 1k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Additional Tags: Supportive Katsuki Yuuri, Stubborn Victor Nikiforov, Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Fluff, Disaster Victor Nikiforov

Summary:

Everyone thinks of Yuuri as the stubborn one and Victor as easy going.

They aren't wrong but they also are because Victor in the right circumstances is the MOST stubborn.

Yuuri finds it inexplicably cute

[luhciferwritess]

Based on the poem: 5+1

Pairing: Lorcan/Matthieu

Type: Poem Fic

FIRST. he touches you and you light on fire. your wrist blazes where his fingers meet your skin. the burns don’t show, but it’s hard to breathe with ash in your lungs. it’s so hard to breathe. you’re suffocating daily.

I. O primeiro toque do qual Lorcan se lembrava não foi algo romântico ou digno de um conto de fada, mas sim um gesto de arrogância do próprio Becker, um toque no braço de Matthieu para pará-lo de pedir uma bebida e pedir ele mesmo uma para o homem no dia em que haviam se conhecido. Um simples toque que não causou tantos danos a mente de Lorcan, pelo menos não tantos quanto a primeira vez em que Matthieu o tocara. Porque de alguma forma no momento em que Matthieu lhe ofereceu a mão para um aperto todas as palavras pareceram escapar da mente de Lorcan, um simples aperto de mão e todo seu corpo parecia eletrizado. Naquele momento ele sabia que ele estava ferrado. Porque com um aperto de mão Matthieu tinha o reduzido a uma criatura acéfala ofegante e sedenta por mais, mesmo que temesse que uma vez que conseguisse o que realmente queria nunca mais conseguiria ver graça em qualquer outro toque. Um risco que ele estava morrendo para correr.

SECOND. it hurts to watch him. he shines. he’s brighter than the sun, he’s too beautiful for your eyes. it’s hard to look at him. it’s even harder to look away from him. you’re going blind.

II. Lorcan achava extremamente irritante o efeito que Matthieu tinha sob ele, o modo como mesmo quando não estavam juntos Lorcan ainda parecia orbitar em torno do marido, mesmo quando o estúdio estava repleto de modelos sem roupas Lorcan só conseguia suspirar e pensar o quanto todos eles pareciam entediantes se comparados com um simples sorriso no rosto do Oppenheimer, talvez fosse o fato de ser perdidamente apaixonado pelo loiro, pouco importava para ele, sua única verdade absoluta era como Matthieu era como uma obra de arte que valia a pena ser admirada. Lorcan sempre achara que era o sol, que todos giravam em torno dele, ele estava errado. Matthieu era o sol e ele era Mercúrio, queimando por dentro pela proximidade.

THIRD. your ears are tuned to his voice. you could pick him out in a sea of thousands. his voice makes pretty singers who sing pretty songs sound dull. his voice makes everything else sound ugly.

III. O primeiro sinal de que Lorcan Pyotr Becker estava apaixonado de forma irreversível por Matthieu Oppenheimer foi seu repentino desinteresse por qualquer voz que não fosse a de Matt. Todas pareciam, de forma inegável, fracas, abafadas, como se não tivessem vida suficiente em seus tons e trejeitos únicos. Lorcan costumava amar a risada de Cath e sempre sorrir toda vez que Adaline enrolava sua língua para falar seu nome do meio, ele costumava adorar tantas palavras e vozes e risadas…Até Matthieu rir e de repente sua risada era a única melódica suficiente para falhar uma batida do coração de Lorcan, o jeito como o outro falava seu nome como uma advertência o fazia rir toda vez e cada uma das vezes que Matthieu dizia algo em um tom mais baixo Lorcan podia jurar que ele sabia exatamente cada pensamento sujo que passava em sua mente. Pela primeira vez na vida o Becker se sentia como um pecador ouvindo a voz do divino e a parte mais insana era que o divino chamava seu nome de tempos em tempos.

FOURTH. the color of his eyes is blue enough to drown in. he is turning you into a clichéd love-wrecked being. you’re drowning, always sinking. down, down, down.

IV. Sempre chovia no verão de Munique. Lorcan lembrava-se perfeitamente de que essas palavras haviam sido as últimas a saírem de sua boca em direção a Cath enquanto entravam em um bar nos arredores da cobertura que dividiam, o bar estava lotado e ainda sim os olhos de Lorcan haviam sido imediatamente atraídos para uma pessoa específica e Cath tinha sido deixada para trás no bar sem nenhuma cerimônia ou despedida da parte do colega de casa, ela entenderia, ele sabia disso. Conhecer Matthieu parecia destino, imediatamente houve uma conexão, mesmo que Lorcan houvesse sido extremamente pretensioso em sua primeira aproximação, mas a conversa fluía entre ambos e não demorou para que números fossem trocados, ainda que por alguma razão, que escapava a mente do Becker naquele momento, ele precisara voltar para casa mais cedo naquela noite. Era estranho, no entanto as palavras que dissera a Cath haviam ficado gravadas em sua mente mais do que qualquer outra coisa, por um mês ele tentou lembrar a exata cor dos olhos do loiro que lhe roubara a atenção naquela noite. Era estúpido, ele sabia disso, mas era incrível como ele conseguia lembrar-se de cada detalhe do rosto alheio mesmo na péssima iluminação do bar e ainda sim a cor exata dos olhos de Matthieu. Vê-lo novamente passara de desejo a necessidade, afinal ele precisava saber qual era a maldita cor dos olhos do loiro ou pelo menos era o que dissera a Cath enquanto colocava seu tênis para ir ao encontro do Oppenheimer e quando finalmente teve seu reencontro face-a-face tudo que Lorcan pode fazer fora sorrir de forma radiante e ao ser perguntando porque ele estava tão animado a resposta foi simples: “Seus olhos. Eu não lembrava a cor deles, mas eu entendo agora…A luz do bar não fazia jus a beleza deles.” E pelas próximas semanas Lorcan continuara a pensar nos olhos de Matthieu, não porque não lembrava deles, mas porque lembrava até demais. O bastante para se perguntar qual era pior não dormir por tentar lembrar algo ou não dormir por conta das borboletas em seu estomago causadas pelo par de olhos verdes amarelados. No fim das contas ele decidira que a segunda sempre seria a melhor opção. Para sempre.

FIFITH. you know him. you love him. through a thousand lifetimes, across millions of stars, you’d find him, you’d never leave him. you love him, till death do you part.

V. Ele chorou tanto em seu casamento que parecia que alguém muito próximo havia falecido, entretanto todas suas lágrimas eram de emoção, de amor. Amor pelo homem com quem escolhera passar o resto de sua vida, amor pelos seus amigos que estavam lá sorrindo, amor por sua família que o amava tanto e que amava Matthieu quase na mesma medida que ele amava o loiro, por tanto choro era que em todas as fotos de seu casamento Lorcan tinha lágrimas em seus olhos, os olhos avermelhados e um sorriso bobo em seu rosto, porque ele tinha chorado o casamento todo, mas ele também tinha sorriso durante toda a cerimônia e festa, porque finalmente ele poderia chamar Matthieu de marido e finalmente eles estavam juntos, completamente, não só em alma e corpo, mas diante Deus – mesmo que Lorcan não acreditasse na divindade queria ter certeza de que se ele existisse ele concordaria que Matthieu era seu – e da lei. Soava estúpido em voz alta, mas fazia total sentido em sua mente, especialmente enquanto dançava sua primeira valsa com Matthieu, seus braços apertando forte a figura do outro como se dependesse daquilo para lembrar-se que não era um sonho, sua cabeça estava levemente inclinada para baixo e sua boca continuava a fazer juras de amor ao seu marido – ele finalmente poderia chama-lo assim para o resto da vida e tinha certeza que não enjoaria de como soava – e mesmo com a voz rouca e as lágrima que corriam de seus olhos Lorcan não parava de dizer quanto amava o loiro em seus braços. Porque Lorcan o amava e não importava o quantas vezes dizia parecia que nunca seriam vezes suficientes para expressar o quanto amava-o.

( SIXTH. he loves you, too. )

VI. A primeira vez que Matthieu havia dito ‘eu te amo’ Lorcan apenas havia encarado o loiro por cinco minutos antes de dizer ‘Me desculpe, o que você disse?’ e então procedeu a explicar em uma voz um pouco mais alta do que o necessário e definitivamente mais aguda do que o normal como ele não estava evitando as palavras, mas ele estava tão surpreso que Matthieu poderia de fato amá-lo de volta que ele precisava ouvir de novo e quando finalmente Matthieu concordou em repetir as palavras um sorriso se abrira no rosto do Becker e ‘eu te amo’ foram as palavras mais ditas naquela noite enquanto Lorcan se certificava de que Matthieu seria quem gritaria seu nome naquela noite.

[smuttyhun]

you cook a lot and generally keep his apartment clean for him since he’s so busy all the time and he’s kind of giddy about it cause it’s like you love him so much that you’re always taking care of him and he wants to show his “appreciation” for it wink wink

It’s one of the things he finds the most adorable about you because he can truly see that you care about him. He’s obviously told you multiple times that you don’t have to do any of that but here you are again, cooking for him when he gets back home. He can’t help but smile as he makes his way towards you to greet you, his lips pressing to your cheek before he pulls you in for a hug.

“Smells good,” he compliments, his cheek nuzzling against your own. “But... I’m not that hungry.”

You are about to protest and say that you’re certain he has barely eaten today and that he should stop starving himself by accident, when he cuts you off by laughing and murmuring in your ear:

“Not for food, at least,” he says in a mischievous tone of voice and makes sure to pull you away from the stove.

Right now, you’re propped against one of the counters as he kneels in front of you before deciding to take your sweatpants off. You let him do so, knowing what’s about to happen and just watching him silently as your hands grip the edge of the counter. Without another word, he just glances up at you then pushes your panties to the side so he can glide his tongue over your pussy. You taste so good he moans and it doesn’t take long until your panties are discarded as well and he has full access between your legs.

“I love you so much. I wanna make you cum. Will you cum for me?” He asks with innocent eyes that look up at you and, then, his mouth is back on your pussy.

He makes sure to lick every inch of your inner folds and suck on your clit, getting you wet enough for his fingers to be added in the mix. He pumps two digits in and out of your cunt as you struggle to keep your weight up, but it almost seems impossible when he adds a third finger and crooks all of them inside of you. He soon hits the perfect spot and that, along with his lips glued to your clit, make you cum so hard your legs start to tremble.

He’s there to keep you steady, though, standing up before bending you over the counter and lowering his pants and underwear until his hard cock is out. The swollen tip is positioned at your entry and, without a warning, he starts to fuck you right then and there. He whispers sweet nothings in your ear every once in a while, telling you how much you mean to him, only to become nasty a second later and tell you how well your slutty cunt takes him in.

By the time you’re done, he’s so hungry he can’t wait to eat your food that he always enjoys. And, as you eat together, you can’t help but feel perverted to know that you’re having dinner with your boyfriend while his cum is leaking out of your thoroughly fucked hole and seeping through your panties.

[yoi-recs]

Dear Victor

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10573185

Title: dear victor, by rire

Rating: teens and up

Lenght: 4k

Summary:

It’s the corner of a small metal box. Victor tugs it out from under the pile of Victor posters. The gold paint has been chipped in many places, but unlike the posters, many of which were covered in a thin layer of dust, the box looks like it had recently been used. On the surface, a sticky note, ripped at the edges, reads simply: Do not open.

Victor opens it.

Post-canon St. Petersburg domestic fluff. While helping Yuuri move in, Victor finds and reads through a box of letters Yuuri had been writing to him since childhood.

Tags: Fluff, Light Angst, Post-Canon, Domestic Fluff, Pre-Canon, this is really sappy i'm sorry!!!, blame victor, he brings out the sap in me

[yoi-recs]

How to Surprise Your Fiancé With Pork: An Honest Walkthrough by Viktor Nikiforov

link: How to Surprise Your Fiancé With Pork: An Honest Walkthrough by Viktor Nikiforov , by Orchids_and_Fictional_Cities

rating: teens and up

words: 5k

summary: 

The thing with Viktor is that once he’s set his mind on something, there is a very very minuscule chance of him not following through on said thing.

He wants to do something for Yuuri: partly as a Valentine’s Day gift, partly as a prelude to Worlds, and partly ‘just because’. It’s somewhere between dwelling on the abstract thought of Yuuri’s hunger as a competitor, and watching the younger skater on Facetime with his mother back home, that an idea starts to form.

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This is how Katsuki Yuuri, the love of his life, the apple of his eye, the fire of his loins et cetera, ad infinitum, finds Viktor when he walks into the door: standing precariously with one foot on a barstool and the other on top of his counter, frantically fanning at his smoke detector with a magazine.

tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Valentine's Day, Surprises, Food, Recipes, Victor is hopeless, Makkachin does not help, Don't Try This At Home