#trunks smut

[sweetheartsnips]

Dragon Ball Masterlist

uploading my stuff from ao3 ex post facto, future works will be uploaded to tumblr in addition to ao3 :)

xReader one-shot chocolate box (sfw + nsfw)

Future Trunks - nsfw

Android 17 - sfw

Son Gohan - nsfw

Trunks (GT) - nsfw

Turles - nsfw

Granolah - sfw

Son Goku - nsfw

Zamasu - nsfw

Gotenks - nsfw

Goku Black - nsfw

Supreme Kai - sfw

Shallot - nsfw

Gamma 2 - sfw

Future Trunks (XV2) - nsfw (male reader)

Broly (Z) - nsfw

Son Gohan

Duality of Desire - nsfw

Vegeta

Pacify - nsfw (WIP)

Raditz

All Bark No Bite (fic version) - nsfw

Headcanons and drabbles

Saiyans x reader's first time - nsfw

Gamma 2 nsfw headcanons - nsfw

Random DBZ x GN reader first date - sfw

DBZ villains x fem reader nsfw headcanons - nsfw

All Bark No Bite - nsfw Raditzx fem reader

Turles x fem!reader yandere - suggestive

[actuallysaiyan]

YAAAAAAAY you’re back! 😃

May I please request headcanons for Gohan, Goten, and Trunks reacting to their female singer S/O performing on stage with a male singer that they have a ton of chemistry with?

warnings: smut, oral sex(male receiving), spanking, jealousy, unprotected sex, possessiveness pairings: Son Gohan x Fem!Singer!Reader, Son Goten x Fem!Singer!Reader and Trunks x Fem!Singer!Reader

smut under the cut

Gohan

Look, he’s so insanely proud of you. You’ve come such a long way in your career. He loves watching you on the stage as well. He’s your biggest supporter.

He also understands that at times, you may look like you’re getting really close to fans or other performers, but he knows it’s just all an act.

Until that night, when he sees you practically grinding up against the guest performer. His blood begins to boil. This isn’t what you two agreed upon.

He’ll watch the performance, not wanting to cause a scene. But just know that things will go south when you get home. He’s got no patience for this kind of shit.

Once you’re done with your concert, he grabs you by the wrist and tells you there’s an emergency at home. You truly believe him somehow so you go along with it.

“You think this is funny?” he asks, his voice strangely calm. When you two get home, he’s pinning you to the wall. Your wrists are above your head and he’s kissing you so hungrily.

If you try to protest and argue, things will only get worse. He will pull your panties off, tug your dress up over your hips and he’s going to spank you until you’re crying.

“It’s not funny, babygirl. I warned you, I didn’t want to see you with another performer so close like that.” He says as his big hand soothes over your red ass. “Don’t forget it.”

Goten

More jealous than his older brother. Definitely is the type to keep a hand or his arm wrapped around you during afterparties and things like that. Wants everyone to know you belong to him and only him.

Probably spies on you from time to time, but he’s so goofy and sweet on the outside, he’s always got some sort of excuse for this behavior. And you believe it.

The night that you decide to dance so close and grind on the guest performer, he’s so jealous. He’s fuming and ready to pull you off stage.

He doesn’t let you have an encore. The minute you come backstage after your performance, he’s taking you away from everyone. The crowd is disappointed but he doesn’t care.

Goten is going to be fucking you in the backseat of the car while your driver drives you home. He’s feral and angry, leaving lots of marks on you.

“Fuck…do you have any idea how much that kind of shit pisses me off?” He asks, pressing his face in the crook of your neck while he fucks into you hard and deep.

You can barely think straight, clinging to him to keep yourself grounded as his cock rams into you over and over, bullying your sweet spot and cervix.

He’ll have you stuffed full of cum, disheveled. If there are paparazzi outside your apartment when you get home, he’ll proudly parade you around so that they get the pictures of you full of Goten’s cum and you look like you got your world rocked.

Trunks

He’s a jealous man, but it’s a bit different than Goten. He’ll be possessive at times, but he can also be a bit more reserved and watch you from afar. He saw first hand what jealousy does when it comes to his parents, so he’s got different tactics.

He’s got connections, so he always has tabs on you. He makes sure you’re okay, even when he can’t be with you on every part of every tour.

When you excitedly tell him you’re touring with one of your favorite performers, he’s a bit wary of this. But like a good boyfriend, he is excited and he supports your decision.

The only problem is that he is not happy with the chemistry you have with this performer. He wasn’t expecting this at all. He keeps a close eye on this man.

Then one night, you’re grinding and dancing with the performer, and Trunks grows so angry. His blood is boiling, he’s so close to going Super Saiyan. How could you do this to him?

The minute you’re done with your concert and you’re done with the meet and greets, Trunks has his hand on your shoulder and he’s guiding you towards the limo that’s waiting outside.

“Wait, there’s an afterparty!” you try to coax him, but he���s not hearing any of it. He has you in the limo with ease and you’re seated on his lap.

“What the fuck was that, princess?” He asks, tugging on your hair to make you look into his eyes. “Do I need to punish you?” But you already know he’s going to for the stunt you just pulled.

Trunks has you gagging and choking on his cock, watching as you try to catch your breath. Just know that if you pull that shit on him again, the consequences will be worse.

[eddielove]

Reference the scene

Gong Yoo the man that you are

[inlovewithquestionablecharacters]

Han Jeong-won X Reader: Your lips, my lips

A/n: he's so pathetic in this show it hurts my heart

Warnings: smut, penetration (p in v), blowjob, shower sex, mirror sex, kissing, oral (m receiving), gn reader, female anatomy, male anatomy, arranged marriage, no use of y/n, leg humping, fluff.

Word count: 2,5K

He hates this agreement. He’s against it completely. Or at least he was at the beginning. He was doing it because it meant he had a chance with his wife. But things hadn’t gone as he’d expected. You’d shown up and taken him completely by surprise. He wanted to hate you. He wanted it more than anything and for a while, a small while, he’d convinced himself he did. But it wasn’t the truth. He could never hate you, not truly. You were far too good to him for that to be possible. He was unbearable at times. He knew this of course but you didn’t let it affect you. You’d come into his life as an agreement and turned into something else.

The shower was warm, causing steam to fill the room. He had his head down, eyes closed as he tried to get his muscles to relax. He desperately wanted to fall asleep but he couldn’t seem to. That's why he was here now, standing under the shower head, waiting for his mind to quiet down.

At first the way he behaved had left you irritated. You did a good job of not showing it. This was part of the job, not everyone you “married” was always completely willing. But you’d make it work. You always did.

He doesn't hear you come in, the sound of the falling water dulling the noise of your footsteps. A small chill enters the shower as you open the door to get in but the feeling is gone so quickly he barely registers it. It's only when your hands make contact with his back that he realizes you're here with him. He keeps his eyes closed. A couple of weeks ago he would be embarrassed knowing you’re seeing him naked but it seemed silly now. He's grown used to your presence. Your hands move over his muscles, tracing patterns on his back with a light hand. He can tell you close due to the way the water ricochets off your chest and into his back. Your close enough that he can feel the heat of your naked body, but not close enough to let your chest touch his back.

The first time you touched him had been a couple days after the arraignment had begun. You’d been in an elevator and at the time you didn’t know of his claustrophobia. He’d started breathing heavily beside you and before you even managed to hesitate your hand had gripped his. He’d looked at you from the side of his eye. You kept your eyes forward, not daring to look at him. You weren’t sure if you were crossing some boundary he’d made for himself. But then his grip on your palm had tightened and you knew you’d done the right thing.

Your touch wasn’t meant to be sexual. Even if the two of you were naked you had no intention of giving anything other than comfort. He could sense it of course. The way your hands just skimmed over his skin, never fully touching him but still making him know you were there. For the first time since he’d turned on the shower he opened his eyes. Immediately his gaze fell onto your face. The reflection of it is barely visible due to your smaller frame but still visable due to the angle in which you stood behind him. He watched you trace his back with your eyes, following the movement of your hands. He let a deep breath out, shifting so that he was standing straight. This caused him to back up into you, which lead to your chest bumping into his back. He felt your hands stop tracing him at the sudden contact. You stayed still for a moment before allowing your body to become flush with his. Your head leaned against his back as your arms wound around his frame. He could feel your breasts pushed up against him and although the feeling should have been aroused him all it seemed to do was make him feel safe. You hummed, your body vibrating against his.

“Are you tired?”

Surprisingly he was. He felt like he could fall asleep right here. He shifted around, forcing you to uncling from him. He was facing you now, brown eyes staring down into yours. His hand moved to your cheek, cupping it gently. You gave him a small smile, head leaning to rest on his hand. He’d kissed you before but it had been on impulse. Now he kissed you with tenderness he didn’t know where it came from. You sighed into the kiss, arms moving to wrap around his neck. Something seemed to ignite inside him. Suddenly his gentle hold on you shifted into something else. His arms tugged you flush against his body, his lips moving against yours with unfiltered desire. 

The sudden shift had surprised you but you also enjoyed it. Your hands curled into his locks, fingers skimming against his scalp as he backed you up into the bathroom wall. The tiles were cold against your back, causing you to let out a small hiss. The sound seemed to go unnoticed by Jeong-won, his lips never faltering. He breaks the kiss, because he needs to breathe, and you take it as an opportunity to observe him. 

His hair is stuck to his forehead, droplets of water covering his face as he stares down at you. Despite the situation he looks at you the same way he always seems to: his eyes wide, lips slightly parted. Before he can stop you you’re sinking to your knees before him. His eyes widened at the action, cheeks flushing red. His hands move to grab onto you in desperation. He wants you, of course he does, but he doesn't want to make you feel like you have to do anything. For all he knows you might not desire him the way he desires you. You sense his hesitation, seeing the way the muscles of his legs clench anxiously. You place a palm on his thigh, eyes never leaving his.

“Relax Jeong-won.”

His mouth is dry as the desert but he manages to speak.

“You don’t have to. I didn’t mean to make you feel like you need to-”

“You didn’t do anything. I want to do it.”

Your eyelashes flutter up at him.

“Can I please suck you off?”

That breaks him. They sight of you on your knees, asking him so kindly to take his dick in your mouth. He can tell you actually want this. So who is he to deny you? He gives you a small nod, far too shy to manage actually saying anything. You smile up at him, inching yourself into a more comfortable position. You give him a small stroke, testing the waters and giving him the chance to back out if he wants to. His breath hitches at the feeling of your hand so you kept going.

 The second your lips wrapped around him he had to grip onto the wall. The feeling is indescribable. It’s not like he’d never done this before but it  feels so different with you. Your hands hold onto his thighs as you bob your head up and down in a slow pace. You’re not trying to torture him, you’re just giving him a chance to get used to this. Before you know it his hips begin thrusting into your throat. You take it as a sign that he wants more, your hands moving to fondle his balls as you speed up. When the first moan slips from his lips you can’t help but grin. A couple of weeks ago this man wouldn’t even look at you and now here he was, completely at your mercy. 

You enjoyed it more than you should. 

Jeong-won is trying so hard not to cum too fast. He doesn’t think he can handle the embarrassment of finishing too quickly but the way you're pleasing him is making it very difficult. The way he’s twitching tells you he’s close. The thought of him cumming down your throat is enough to make you move with a new found fervour. Before he can stop himself his hand finds a way to your head, a grunt escaping his lips as he cums into your mouth. His stomach clenches as his orgasm washes through him, eyes closed tight as you milk him dry. Your knees sting as you pull your mouth off him. You stand up slowly, licking your lips as you watch him come down from his orgasm. Jeong-Won’s eyes snap open as his heart rate starts to calm down. His gaze falls on your face immediately, picking up on the swollen state of your lips. He watches you for a moment before crashing his lips onto yours. You whine as he claims your lips, his hands grabbing onto your waist roughly. He wedges his leg between your thighs and you unconsciously grind against him. The action causes an idea to pop into his head. He shifts his knee higher and you keen into his kiss. 

“Come on.”

“Huh?”

“Get off on my leg. Show me you can do it.”

You nod dumbly at him, your hips moving against his leg. He can feel your wetness leaking against his skin and he can’t help but groan. Your hands move to grip onto his shoulders, searching for some leverage. Jeong-won helps you out, his hands guiding your hips to move. His lips move to your neck, lovingly kissing the skin. Your head lols to the side, giving him easier access. You're so close to cumming but you need more. 

“Jeong-Won.”

His head snaps up at the sound of his name, eyes seeing your fucked out expression. You whine in desperation, hips never stopping. 

“I need you to help me.”

“Okay tell me what you need.”

“Your fingers please just, i need-”

“Shhh i got you.”

His hand moved between your bodies until he found you clit. The moan that ripped out of your mouth told him this was exactly what you wanted. He moved with expert precision, his thumb circling the bundle of nerves until your head fell back onto the wall, your thighs clenching as you came. 

He was already hard again. It was amazing how you seemed to affect him so much, considering he barely knew you. He waited for you to come back down from your orgasm, trying his hardest to ignore the way his dick twitched against your thigh. You gaze up at him with a blissed out look. He can’t help but smile down at you. 

“Fuck me Jeong-won. Please?”

You don’t have to ask him twice. He shifts you off his leg, moving your body with ease. He turns the two of you around so that you're facing the shower wall. You don’t know the reason behind the sudden change but then your eyes catch on your reflection in the mirror and everything clicks into place. He wants you to watch as he fucks you. You hadn’t expected that from him. Not that you’re complaining.

You turn the water off, allowing you to get a clear view of the mirror. Jeong-won positions himself behind you, his hand caressing your ass as he waits for you to get ready. You place your hand on either side of the mirror, eyes meeting his through the reflection as you nod for him to go ahed. He inches himself into you slowly, trying to savour the feeling of your walls around him. Your brows furrow at his size but he mannages to bottom out. He holds onto you for a moment, eyes closed as he concentrates on not blowing his load just yet. You feel like heaven. He starts off slow, thrusting into you at a tender pace. Your body rocks against his movement. You watch him through the mirror, noticing the way he watches his dick moving inside you. You call out his name and he looks at you through the reflection.

“Harder. Go harder.”

And there it was. The words he needed to hear, slipping out of your perfect mouth in what he could only consider a purr. He gave you what he wanted, hips slamming against your ass in rough thrusts. Your mouth opened into a silent moan. Hands clenching aginst the tiles. The sound of skin against skin filled the room, barely concealed by your moans. With every thrust Jeong-won manneged to hit your g-spot perfectly. You could feel sweet beginning to build on your body but it didn’t matter. Jeong-won’s hands moved to grab at your ribs, tugging you up so that his chest was flush against your back. His hands moved to cup your breats, toying with your nipples as he continued to pound into you.

“I’m close.”

“Me too.”

With a few more thrusts he came into you, his hand shifting to rub your clit rapidly as he filled you with his seed. You kined, your head resting on his chest as you gushed against him. The two of you stayed still for a moment, chests moving rapidly as you came down for your highs. Jeong-won moved out of you, causing you to groan at the sudden lack of fullness. He turned you around, pulling you into his chest. You melted into him as his hands caressed you back.

“You okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Let’s get you cleaned up.”

“Okay.”

After both of you had managed to wash up you moved over to the closet, tugging on your pijamas before making your way to bed. Jeong-won was already laying down on his bed. Your feet padded against the floor as you made your way to your own bed causing him to look up at you.

“Goodnight.”

You were about to climb into your bed. 

“What are you doing?”

You turned around, your knee still resting on the edge of your bed. You knew he was particular about his sleeping arrangements and your didn’t want to asume that just because he’d been inside you mere minutes ago that that meant he wanted to share his bed wth you.

“Going to bed.”

He inched himself to the other side of his bed before patting the now empty space. You gave him a questining glance.

“Sleep here tonight.”

Before you could answer he added.

“If you want to, that is. It would be okay with me.”

You gave him a small smile, making your way over to his bed. He watched you climb up, fluffing your pillow before laying down. You gazed at him, trying to see just how far he was willing to go. He moved closer to you, your noses almost touching. His hand found your waist, tugging you to his chest as he placed a kiss to your lips. 

“Good night.”

“Sleep well Jeong-won.”

You nuzzled into him, allowing yourself to enjoy his closeness. He watched you for a while before closing his eyes. Miraculously no bad dreams came that night. Your presence worked as a sort of protective bubble that kept all the bad things out.

[deen-djarin]

Suds n’ Trunks

Summary: Joel ordered a car washing service…bikini car washing service.

Tags: 18+, No Outbreak!Joel, Cheeky Flirty!Reader, Porn with a sprinkle of plot, Daddy kink, Choking, Joel is a menace and so is reader, Oral (m & f receiving), Unprotected P-in-V, Consensual Creampie

—

The sun shone on the perfect suburban streets of Austin, Texas. So hot you could fry an egg if you wanted to. You rolled your windows down, driving down a neighborhood you’re not familiar with, and pulled up at the house that sits in the cul de sac, a dirty- no filthy ford pickup truck parked on its driveway.

This must be the place.

A sigh fell from your lips as you hopped off your car with your supplies in hand; a bucket, sponge, microfiber rag, and various soaps for different parts of the car. The heat was even worse after you’ve left the comfort of your air conditioned car, but the thought of being out of your clothes and soaked in suds and the cool water excites you.

Once you’ve discovered this lucrative market of bored, horny, lonely middle aged suburban guys— eager to see a show, and maybe get their car cleaned as well, you start to do this gig every summer. The money is good plus these guys tip generously.

Your service by its core is nothing but a mobile car wash, but the carwash is being done by you, clad in a skimpy bikini. c’mon, who wouldn’t want that right?

When you scored your first customer, you became a spectacle for the neighborhood. Your client shamelessly pulls out a lawn chair, having a grand ol’ time “enjoying the sun” as you wash their car. Neighbors walking out their houses mowing their already perfectly trimmed lawn, walking their dogs, cats, and some approached your client for a neighborly talk they probably haven’t had in months.

You’ve gotten the whole neighborhood out of their house basically, then your client list doubles with those people coming over to you and asking to do theirs next. Some cars don't even need washing, but you do them anyway with a smile knowing you’re gonna eat good that night.

Ever since then you decided to do this gig every summer, cheekily naming your little business “Suds ‘n Trunks”.

—

You ring the doorbell of the Miller’s residence and step back. You could hear a soft grumble from behind the door before it opened and reveal a scruffy, middle aged, handsome man. your eyes scans him quickly, his hair tousled, his shoulders broad, big arms, big hands, Jesus Christ you want to just-

“Can I help you?”

His gruff, deep, Texan drawl snaps you out of your trance and brings you back to reality.

“Uhm yes, Mr. Miller? you called for a car wash?” You asked him with a sweet voice you come to learn that older men love, it always works like a charm, making them tip you a fat wad of cash— these men just craved attention from a pretty girl, and you’re happy to give that to them.

“Oh..yeah you could uh, it's that one right there,” he motioned to the dirty pickup truck. You give him a smile and nodded, “okay, i’ll go on and get started then.” Joel nodded and shut the door immediately.

—

A red Ford bronco sat on his driveway, absolutely covered in filth. You usually don't deal with this much grime, dust, and mud. Granted, most cars you’ve washed barely need a wash, the clients just wanted to see you wet and covered in suds, which you couldn’t really blame them.

You took a breath and started to step out of your tanktop and shorts, revealing the red matching bikini you’re wearing underneath and started to go to work.

—

Joel was exhausted after doing several construction projects back to back yesterday, from dawn to the ungodly hours of the night resulting in his beloved truck — Shirley— looking like it had been dragged in the mud…literally.

Joel likes to take care of his things, Shirley is no exception. His free time on the weekends is often spent on his truck in the garage, polishing her to perfection. But after all the hard work he did, just the thought of washing her made his back groan in protest.

So he got the number of your services from his coworkers after they commented on the state of Shirley, a smirk planted on their faces and they kept snickering which Joel found odd, but he was too fed up and exhausted to think twice on booking your services.

Joel grunts as he settles on his couch, his cold bottle of beer in one hand, the tv remote on the other. He kicked his feet up on the coffee table, and turned on the TV.

It's finally his time for him to take his hard-earned relaxation time. which should be easy, but he could hear the annoying sputtering sound of his neighbor’s lawnmower.

That thing needs more oil. He thought to himself as he took a sip of his beer.

Then another sound of a lawnmower sounded from the other side of the house, even more annoying than the first.

What the fuck? Why are they all mowin’ the lawn at the same time? at this hour? he thought.

Then comes the obnoxious yapping of Mr. Thompson's french bulldog and chihuahua.

What the hell is goin’ on? it's a whole ruckus out there.

He groaned, frustrated that the whole neighborhood seems to be against his well deserved relaxing time. He grumbled as he strides towards his window, drawing up the blinds to see what the fuck is going on out there.

His eyes nearly bulged out, blush quickly crept up his neck to his cheeks, and his cock twitching in his pants instantly at the sight.

You, bend over in the hood of his car, wet, covered in suds, in a fucking bikini. He tried to look away, he really did, but the way your hips sways, your ass jiggled, as you scrubbed hard with the caked on mud on his truck— it was hypnotizing.

—

“What the hell are ya doin’?”

The sight of Joel's furrowed brow as he stared at you in your revealing outfit was a mix of disapproval and desire. Your sweet smile remained as you answered his question, "Mr. Miller! I'm just washing your car."

His gaze roamed over you, making you shiver with anticipation. "In that?" He grunted, clearly torn between his disgust and arousal. "Well, yes… It's part of my service."

The man stood silent for a moment, his confusion palpable. "Part of your service?"

"Uhm, yeah... It's a bikini car wash service… You didn't know?" you tilted your head, confused.

Joel sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "How the hell was I supposed to know?"

"The name is Suds 'n' Trunks," you reminded him softly.

"I know what it's called!" he huffed, clearly frustrated.

Unsure of how to proceed, you hesitated. "So, uhm, you want me to just dress up and go or—"

"No, finish your job," he grumbled, still irritated. Your eyes trailed down to the growing tent in his jeans, confirming the source of his conflicting emotions.

You hid your smirk and purred, "Yes, sir," before returning to your task. The knowledge that you had such a potent effect on him only fueled your desire to please him.

—

Your back is even more curved now, ass sticking up more than they should as you washed the side of his truck, knowing Joel is looking– watching you like a hawk while he sits on the porch, a beer in his hand and a cigarette on the other. you turned your head over your shoulder just to give him a small smile, which he returned with his jaw clenching.

You bask under his gaze, your body tingling, giving him the best show you’ve ever given. you squatted as you started to clean the lower part of the truck, your ass jiggle with every hard scrub you give.

The tension between the two of you is palpable, leaving Joel frustrated, he knows damn well you’re taunting him. He’s torn between wanting to yell at you for acting so unprofessional and embarrassing him in front of the watchful eyes of his nosy neighbors— or fucking you against the truck for payback.

He sits there watching you, contemplating on what to do. You gave him another cheeky look over your shoulder and that was it, his last resolve snapped, fuck it.

—

“Careful with her,” he said lowly as he approached you.

You turned your head, batting your eyelashes, “Hm?”

“You’re goin’ too hard on her, just painted that part,” he murmured as he got closer, just right behind you.

“But the mud is really caked on this part,” you told him and went back to scrubbing.

“A-ah, hey,” he tutted and leaned down behind you, his large palms sitting atop of yours “Gentle…easy does it,” he murmured, his hot breath fanned against your ear.

You had to bite your lip to suppress a moan as you felt his hardness pressed against your thigh. Your hand following his movements, “There we go…there we go, good girl,” he murmured and you swore every part of your body shivered.

“This is gonna take longer to finish, sir,” you murmured, your voice a mere whisper as you turned your head to him.

“I know…but you’re gonna get a bigger reward out of it, how’s that sound hm?” he muttered to your ear before abruptly pulling away from you and sitting back on the porch.

your breath hitched, heartbeat skipping, and the heat between your legs grew hotter. You turned your head towards him to see him sitting back at his porch, his head nodded at you to continue your work, a small smirk curved his lips.

—

You’re halfway done with the truck when his neighbor starts to approach you, a middle aged guy you came to learn named Michael. He’s been clearly hitting on you, and trying to get a closer look on what you’re doing. which usually doesn’t bother you but you could practically feel Joel's watchful eyes boring into your back.

“So you do this for a living?” he asked as he stood a few feet away from you, “It's just a summer gig i do,” you replied with a small smile, keeping the response light.

"Sweet, it's nice seeing a young, beautiful, hard-working woman," he chuckled. Your jaw tensed for a moment before you forced a tight-lipped smile.

"Can you do my car next? It's pretty dirty too," he suggested, wiggling his eyebrows. You felt a flush of annoyance, but your eyes met Joel's, who glared disapprovingly from his porch.

"Well, uh..." you hesitated, glancing back at Joel. He shook his head, a clear indication that he didn't want you to entertain Michael's advances. "Sorry, Michael. I'm booked for today... I gotta go somewhere after this."

Michael sighed, "Aw, just my luck," he lamented. "I'll ask Joel for your number, huh? I'll book you as soon as you're free." You chuckled, "Yeah, you go do that."

Michael made his way over to Joel, asking for your number. Joel nodded, but with a grunt, he gave Michael the wrong number. A smirk played on your lips as you returned to your work.

—

After what feels like forever you finally finished with the last drag of your microfiber rag. You let out a sigh and turned around to Joel sauntering his way. “All done Mr. Miller,” you purred.

He looked at his truck, all clean and shiny. A satisfied smirk graced his face, “you did a good job” he praised. “Good enough to get that reward?” you murmured with your head tilted innocently. Joel let out a small chuckle “Mmhm... come on inside and i’ll get it sorted for you, pretty girl.”

Your eyes gleamed with lust and you bit your lip in anticipation as he led you inside his house. The wind hits your wet body, the coolness leaves your nipples even harder, your body tingling with need.

By the time the two of you were inside, Joel’s body was taut, like a spring ready to burst. He couldn’t hold it in anymore, his large palms grab a hold of your wet body and pinned you against his door, you let out a surprised whimper at his sudden actions.

“Been a good girl for me huh? Takin’ care of my truck,” he murmured as he leaned down and his lips grazed your jaw to the skin under your ear. “Been naughty too haven’t you? Tauntin’ me with this sweet ass of yours,” he grabbed your ass and gave it a hard squeeze making you let out a small moan, he pulled you closer, his hard cock pressing against your wet bikini bottoms.

You couldn’t help but grind your hips against him, needy and desperate for friction, eliciting a small moan from you and a groan from him. “What do you have to say about that huh? Pretty girl?,” he muttered and nibbled on your earlobe, “I’m sorry sir” you panted softly.

“Yeah? Doesn’t seem to be that sorry,” he chuckled lowly, his voice gravely and his accent was thicker than before “Think I would have to punish you… you thought it was funny huh? Makin’ me hard as a rock with those fucking neighbors watchin’?” he growled to your ear and slapped your ass, you whimpered and jolted forwards.

“I’m sorry sir..please don't punish me,” you whined and bit your lip. “You’re sorry huh? Go on, pretty thing, show me how sorry you are,” he murmured. You didn't need to be told twice, you fell to your knees, eyes wide as you looked up to his face, hands deftly undoing his belt and jeans and pulling it down along with his boxers.

Your mouth salivated just from the sight of his cock springing free, thick, veiny, and throbbing, just how you thought it would be. He gave you a nod to tell you ‘go on’, you leaned down and darted your tongue out, tasting the heady taste of his precum. He groaned and tossed his head back, hand tangling in your hair and pulled you in, you hummed and finally wrapped your mouth around his girth with a small whimper. Your jaw straining to accommodate him, tongue moving with practiced ease as you sink down deeper, taking in more of him.

“Fuck yeah..good fuckin’ girl…thats it,” he muttered and started to guide your head the way he wanted, you thrive with his praises, taking in him as deep as you could. Gagging and sputtering here and there but you didn't stop at all in search of his approval and satisfaction, you didn’t want to stop. The room was filled with the sound of his grunts and heavy breaths, along with the obscene sounds from you and your muffled whimpers.

Joel nearly came when he saw you starting to snake your hand between your legs, “Naughty fuckin’ slut, touchin’ yourself huh?” he groaned and started to thrust into your mouth, holding your head in place. “You want me to take care of that? Hm?” he growled and you whined as an answer. Suddenly he abruptly pulled you away from his cock, “get on the fuckin’ couch,” he muttered, you scrambled off the floor and quickly gotten on the nearby couch, “on your hands and knees, sweetheart,” he commanded and you did as he said, bending over, facing the backrest of the couch.

He stood behind you and pushed you legs wider, your head craned over your shoulder to look at him with your needy expression, bottom lip between your teeth. He gripped your chin and he leaned down, finally crashing his lips to yours. He was rough, didn’t even hesitate on pushing his tongue into your mouth, tongue dominating yours, making you whine and push your hips back, desperate, begging for him.

His kiss left you panting as he pulled away, he trailed kisses down your back, biting on the knot that holds your bikini top together and pulling on it and letting it unravel, his hand started to grope your tits, playing, pinching, pulling on your sensitive nipples. “Mr. Miller,” you panted “please..”

“Use your word, Baby, what do you need?” he murmured to the crook of your neck. You whimpered and kept moving your hips, “anything- please- your finger, mouth- anything, i need you,” you rambled desperately. Joel chuckled darkly, his large fingers playing with the knots of your bikini bottoms, “needy little thing,” he murmured before pulling on the knots and unraveling the red wet fabric, making it fall to the couch.

Joel practically growled at the sight before him, you, bent over with your ass high in the air, naked, your pussy dripping and ready for him. “Look at you..” he murmured and leaned down, groping your ass and pushing it apart to reveal more of you. “Mmh..” he grumbles before leaning down and placing a broad lick on your cunt. “Oh- god- Mr- mmhngh! Mr. Miller” you whined and pushed your hips more to his face. Joel groaned and started to really eat you out, his large palms splayed on your ass, face completely buried in your drooling pussy. “It's Joel, sweetheart,” he chuckled as he pulled away from your cunt for a second, “I wanna hear ya moan my name.”

“Joel..” you breathed, getting used to the feel of his name on your lips. Joel started to flick his tongue rapidly on your clit, making your eyes roll back and moan out his name, “fuck- ahh! Joel!” He grunted in response, “yeah that’s it, moan my name…mmhhh good fuckin’ girl.”

You were falling apart already at the hands of his tongue, moving on your pussy with practiced ease. Joel relished the sounds of your moans, and the sweet and tangy taste of your cunt. He groaned and started to push his thick fingers to your entrance, “Joel! Ahnghh! F-fuck! mmhngh!!” you cried out, he grunted and pulled away from your pussy for a second, “That’s it baby, you’re gonna cum hm? Gonna be a good girl an cum on my face?” he muttered and curled his digits to hit that heavenly spot within you, you whined in response, barely able to come up with words but nodded with your eyes closed in pleasure. “Good girl, c’mon, come on my face” he panted and started double his efforts, his tongue flicking on your sensitive clit, slurping all your juices, whilst his fingers kept hitting that sweet spot over and over again.

Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, you back arched and your eyes rolled back, you swore you saw stars. His name kept falling from your lips in between moans and whimpers which he responded with praises.

“good girl, that’s it”

“you’re so pretty when you cum for me”

“tastes so good baby, there you go..”

He peppered kisses across your shoulders and back as he waited for you to come down from your high. “joel..” you panted and kept pushing your hips back to grind against his throbbing cock, eliciting a groan from his lips, “yeah? you want my cock, pretty girl?” he muttered and rutted his hips against you, his cock sliding against your cunt. “yes- please joel- please-“ you let out a loud moan when he suddenly pushed his cock into your core.

“fuuuck” he groaned as he pushed himself in “fuck- shit, baby you’re so fuckin’ tight,” he panted and gripped your hips tight. “joel! oh- f-fuck hhngh!” you whimpered and gripped the back of the couch. Joel pulled back until his cock is almost fully slipped back, you whined at the loss of his stretch, then he slammed back in. “Fuck! Oh- f-fuuckk! Joeel!!” you cried out, “Yeah baby that’s it- shit- yeah take it baby, take it” he growled to your ear and wrapped your hair on his hand and yanked it back. Your head tilted back at the force and he crashed his lips to yours again, swalowing all your moans and whimpers as he fucked you with a relentless pace.

“J-joel” you warned between pants, “Yeah i know baby- fuck- yeah i can feel it,” he groaned and panted “c’mon baby give it to me, cum on my cock, c’mon” he murmured and went faster. The sound of his skin smacking against yours gets louder and louder, the couch groaned and creaked in protest. You could barely utter any coherent words at this point, just slurring his name and how good it feels between moans and pants.

Your back arched and trembles as you cry out his name like a prayer. Joel slowed down for a second, letting you ride out the orgasm, “there you go…hmm there you go” he muttered soothingly, his hips rocking deliberately, slowly. “You can take more, sweetheart?” he murmured to your ear, you couldn’t help but nod. ”Good girl,” he praised to your ear and kissed your jaw before his arm wrapped around your waist, the other around your chest and pulled you up until his chest pressed against your back. He resumed his hard relentless thrusts, his hand on your chest groping and playing with your hard nipples. you felt like floating at this point, just taking everything he gave you like a good girl.

“Who’s pussy is this?” He growled to your ear, you could barely talk just letting out sounds of pleasure, he spanked your ass hard and you gasped out a moan, “Yours! Hahngh! All yours!” you whined, Joel gripped your neck and pulled you closer to him “Who?” he demanded, you panted and choked out, “Yours daddy!” bingo.

He growled and bent you over again, his hand still tight on your neck, choking you just right. “Yeah that’s right, such a good girl for daddy,” he muttered and pounded into you. You kept choking out moans, calling him daddy over and over. He shifted his position, propping one leg on the couch to get a different angle, deeper, and it allowed him to reach that spot within you. “Oh my g- aahhngh!! daddy!! right there, oh fuck- fuck me right there!!” you cried out. He grunted and let out a dark chuckle, “there sweetheart?” he taunted as he thrusted extra hard aiming at that spot again. “yes!! yes- yes please- please i- daddy please” you rambled, begging for him, his cock has reduced you to nothing but desperate and needy. “well since you asked so nicely,” he said coyly before hitting that spot over and over again.

You felt you’re gonna shatter yet again in any second, a ticking time bomb set on your lower belly. “D-daddy i’m- hah- i’m-” you could barely finish your choked out sentence. “Yeah? Gonna cum again for daddy?” he panted to your ear, all you could do was nodded and give a whimper of confirmation. He chuckled darkly and his hand snaked down to rub your clit with fervor while his hips kept pounding to your ass, “Go on then, come for me, come for daddy,” he muttered to your ear.

Your vision blurred and you saw white. It feels like you’re barely conscious, your third orgasm hits you even harder than the last. You didn’t noticed whats happening until joel groaned, “Fuck yeah you’re squirtin’ on me baby- good girl- hhnngh good fuckin’ girl.” Your thighs trembled, wet with your release, red from his thrusts.

He finally let go of your neck and you gasped out for much needed air, his thrusts started to stutter. “Where do you want it?” he panted to your ear, “Inside, inside daddy, please,” you begged and started to move your hips to meet his. Joel couldn’t hold back any longer, 1, 2, 3 hard thrusts later and he came completely undone inside you. “Fuuuckk!! Fuck yeah- oh shit baby” he moaned, “fuck! makin’ me cum so much, pretty girl…oh yeah good fuckin’ girl,” he panted to your ear.

After his hips stilled, he pulled out of you, making you whine and clench around nothing, pushing his hot sticky seed out of you.

He chuckled and whispered to your ear, “look at you…all messy n’ dirty,” he cooed. “You cleaned my truck now it's time for me to clean you,” he murmured before peppering kisses down your spine yet again.

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author’s note: THIS WAS MY FIRST FIC EVER AHSHSHEH so forgive me if its shitty or the grammar is horrible bc english is my 2nd language:3 ALSO i have never written smut before heheheh, your feedback is greatly appreciated!! thank you for reading this horny piece of literature!!

[konigslittleliebling]

hi! I'm new to this blog as an anon but I lolololoLOVE your writing, like I've started watching game of thrones and the moment sandor was introduced I knew I needed to find fics for this broken man and I needed to fuck him HARD ❗️ I'm so happy bcus u write him so well and so vulgar, bcus nobody else counts in how he considers the women in his life and how he swears like a sailor and his stupid accent like ugh — but you're so good at portraying him. I think I swallowed all of ur fics in one sitting bcus why the hell not

can I maybe possibly request a blurb where sandor fucks you in a headlock? or maybe, where he takes you outdoors against a tree trunk?

thank you :-)

this ask made my day!! i do often rewatch my fav episodes that have him in them to refresh my memory on his demeanour (any excuse to watch him honestly) so i’m glad you think my portrayal is accurate 🫂

table of contents; you’re a baratheon/lannister, outdoor fucking, in public, age gap, brat-taming (kinda), degradation, he takes you roughly from behind what more could we want.

headlock ver

the forest is a peaceful place. your escape from reality. well, royalty. you often come here to let off steam and reconnect with nature — usually after an argument with your petulant twin brother or difficult mother who always takes his side.

it’s quiet here, except for the occasional caw of a crow or rustling of leaves. oh, and the delirious moans that surge from your mouth with each of his animalistic thrusts.

“those pretty little noises are nicer than those fucking songs, princess.” he punctuates the opinion with several harsh ruts against your backside, his heavy sack slapping against your slick with his vigour.

the force propels you forward and you almost smack your head off the trunk he’s got you braced against. your nails scrape at the bark, the rotting wood crumbling as you claw at it. “gods,” you whine, knees quaking. “don’t— mmf! don’t stop. . .”

he chuckles behind you, hooded eyes glued to your arse and the red handprints that stamp it. “won’t fuckin run again, will you?”

you let your forehead thud against the tree as you hug yourself to it, unable to hold your weight up on two feet. “n— ngh. . . no!”

but if this is the consequence for running, you just might.

he lifts you by the hips and you squeal when the ground disappears out from under you, hands grappling with the trunk for balance. “my back was turned for five fucking seconds,” he spits, large hand reaching around to support your middle. “didn’t know where the fuck you’d gone,” he continues, slamming into your behind at a relentless pace.

you mewl, tears brimming in your eyes as something inside of you starts to coil and tighten.

“had me chasing after you like the dog i am.” he doesn’t falter, pistoning his cock into your depths until there’s no portion of his length that isn’t pocketed within your soaking warmth. “that’s all i am to you, isn’t it, princess? your dog.”

you can’t form words, they’re beyond you. all you can do is whimper and gasp for breath as he jackhammers against your cervix, bruised and burning.

“you wanted this, didn’t you? that why you ran?” his rhythm starts to stutter as he teeters on release, but his ferocity doesn’t relent. “wanted me to fuck you bloody?”

you can’t say you’ve never pondered it, you think, since you can’t fathom speech; the pleasure has you by the throat.

“only had to ask, princess.”

[greenandsorrow]

are you willing to do a squid game salesman fic: where when with the reader his controlling and calm aura is gone and he's at her will. he's just so pathetically enamoured

«More of you.»

The Salesman x fem!reader 🌺

He's so obsessed, utterly smitten, entirely at your mercy. In your words: pathetically enarmoured.

Warnings: obsession, praise kink, oral (reader receiving), begging, body worship, dom!reader, unhealthy/controlling dynamics but that's what you're here for, emphasis on the "pathetically", I giggled many times while writing this

As you can see, I was more than willing to write it. Also, please accept my apologies for taking so long (this was requested all the way back in January). It starts as sfw and then has a smut section. It's marked in case you didn't want the nsfw, sexual content! Enjoy ♡

No one ever sees him sweat.

That smooth, calculating mask?

Untouchable.

Men twice his size flinch at his smile. He has ruined lives and walked away without a crease in his suit.

But now?

Now he is on his knees.

Not metaphorically.

Literally.

He hasn't seen you in three days.

Not since the fight -sharp words, a slammed door, your voice like ice... "Maybe I need someone who actually feels things!" You hadn't answered his calls. And the second you finally let him in today, something inside him cracked open. His calm mask slipped off. He dropped to his knees without thinking, hands trembling as he clutched your waist. Because he's missed you, so much it hurts. And now that he has you again, even for a moment, he'll do anything not to lose you.

So...

Kneeling before you on the floor of your apartment, tie loosened, hair mussed from your hands -his eyes wide and starved like he hasn't tasted anything sweet in decades. And you, smirking down at him like a goddess with too much power.

He stares up at you like you walked out of a dream he isn't worthy to experience.

"You're unreal" he whispers, reverent. "Do you know what you do to me? What you are?"

You raise a brow, amused. "A woman with standards?"

"No" he gasps. "A woman with gravity. You pull me in. Ruin my spine. I- I used to stand tall. Now I crawl, just to be near your shadow."

Your knee slides between his legs and presses, slow and deliberate. His own knees buckle.

"You don't even know how beautiful you are. How cruel it is to exist like this... So soft, yet so sharp. You smile and I forget my name. You look away and I spiral."

"You're ridiculous" you murmur, brushing his cheek with your knuckles.

His breath hitches. He leans into the touch like a man parched.

"Yes, yes, my sweetheart" he whispers, voice hoarse. "You're incredible. I need more. More of you. I can't get enough."

You can hear the tremble in it. Can see the twitch in his fingers, aching to touch you, but not unless you allow it. The same hands that have held violence like second nature now hover helplessly.

"What happened to that terrifying little businessman persona?" you tease, circling him slowly. "You used to talk in riddles. Manipulate people into betting their lives. But now look at you."

You lean in close. His breath catches when your lips graze his ear.

"You beg so nicely."

He whimpers. Actually whimpers.

It's delicious.

"I tried to stay in control" he says, voice cracking like he's confessing his sins. "But you… You ruin me. You ruin everything. I- I wait outside your door sometimes, just to hear you laugh through the wall. I memorize how your mouth moves. I fall apart when you don't text me back."

You laugh.

And that breaks him even more.

He grabs your hand -desperate, shaking- but still gentle. Worshipping.

"Please" he breathes against your palm. "Command me. Break me. Keep me. I'll never leave. I'll never want anyone else. I'll ruin every man who looks at you sideways. Just- Say the word."

He looks up at you with blown pupils and the softest, most dangerous and hopeful smile you've ever seen.

And you realize:

He is not playing a game anymore.

You are.

And he has already lost.

You tilt his chin up with your fingers, slow and indulgent, like he's some curious, trembling thing you're trying to decide whether to keep, or destroy.

His eyes flutter closed, lashes kissing flushed cheeks, lips parted like a prayer.

"I could ask you for anything, couldn't I?" you whisper, watching his throat bob.

He nods before you even finish.

"Anything" he breaths. "Everything. Take it all."

You tilt your head. "Even your games?"

A pause.

A flicker of something in his eyes... Dread? Delight? You cannot tell. It doesn't matter.

"Yes" he says. "I'll quit. One word from you and I'll give up my position. Even if all I get is a couple hours before they come for me."

You run your thumb across his bottom lip, and he practically melts into your touch like he's starving.

"You'd ruin yourself… just for me?"

"I'd ruin the world" he answers, eyes blazing. "I'd watch it all fall and smile if you asked. Just don't- don't pull away. Please."

That was the real fear. Not law enforcement. Not power. You. The idea of losing your warmth. Your voice. Your fingers in his hair.

He is beautiful like this, undone and obedient.

"You're not very scary like this" you muse, curling your hand around his tie and tugging it just tight enough to remind him of who owns his breath.

"No?" he rasps.

"No. I think you're just… pitiful."

He chuckles then, ragged and unhinged. "Only for you. Only ever for you."

You step back, just to watch him follow on instinct -on hands and knees.

His suit is wrinkled. The man who once offered strangers a path to destruction now drags himself toward you like a zealot begging his goddess for absolution.

You turn away and he whimpers again.

Pathetic. Addicted. Yours.

There is no game to outwit anymore.

No puzzle to solve.

He's already handed you every key, every lock, every inch of himself.

"Well, good boy" you praise, voice dripping with honey.

He moans.

Loudly.

And you didn't even have to touch him.

smut ahead

You dont even have to touch him, you heard me right.

He's trembling already.

His suit jacket now discarded -crumpled somewhere between the threshold and living room.

"Lie back" you command and he obeys so quickly you hear the whisper of breath leave his lungs in... yes, another whimper.

"Y-Yes. Yes, darling."

He's already panting, pupils wide and black, flushed down to the collarbone. Desperation rolls off him in waves.

You stand over him with that look he's dreamt of for days. Cool. Cruel. Amused.

"You're always so in control, aren't you?" You ask, sinking to your knees beside him. "Little games. Little lies. But here you are..."

Your fingers slip into his hair once more.

"...mine."

A shudder tears through him, full-bodied and helpless.

"Please" he rasps. "Please, I- I can't think. I need you. I need you, I'd do anything-"

"You will do anything" you correct him, tugging his soft hair back so he has to look into your eyes. "You're so eager. You want to be good for me, don't you?"

"Yes! Yes, darling, please- I'll be so good, I promise, I'll make you feel good, I-"

You straddle his face before he can finish, and he gasps like it's a fricking miracle.

He moans as his mouth meets your heat, tongue lapping with reverence, like every inch of you is sacred.

His hands clutch your thighs, not for control -he doesn't dare- but for grounding, like he might come from just this.

From you sitting on his face.

Summer dress, no panties.

"God" you groan, your hips rocking against his face. "Look at you. This is all you wanted, huh?"

He nods under you, unable to speak but so, so, so obedient.

"You don't want power. You don't want money. You want this. My body. My voice. My praise."

You feel his desperate whimper vibrate through you. He is messy with it -nose buried, eyes rolled back, grinding up into nothing just to taste you.

"Good boy" you pant, threading your fingers through his hair. "That's it. You're making me feel so good. So perfect. Keep going. Don't stop."

He moans, hips bucking into air, shaking beneath you, the praise alone enough to bring him to the edge.

He's lost in it. Drenched in worship. A man with nothing left but need.

And you?

You just smile down at him, breathless and laughing, riding the wave of his obsession.

Because the Salesman finally got what he wanted.

And he'll never be able to live without it again.

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Dividers by @strangergraphics.

[sowhatwereyousaying]

A Promise - Gong Yoo x Fem!Reader

Masterlist

Summary: After a night of heavy drinking, you accidentally kiss Gong Yoo, South Korea's most famous playboy, who recently declared on live television that he would marry the next person who kissed him. You were ready to move on from this incident, but sometimes it's hard to let go—especially when it involves one of the most attractive celebrities in the country.

Prologue Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

[gongyoorit]

Romance: Untold Pt. 1 TRAILER

Pairing: coworker!Gong Yoo x afab!reader

Summary: You never meant to fall for your insufferable, older coworker—but after you're forced to share an office with Gong Yoo, what starts as petty rivalry and pent-up tension turns into a no-strings-attached arrangement neither of you can control. He shouldn't want you so bad, and you shouldn't allow yourself to get distracted.

Warnings: smut, explicit sexual content, mDNI, minors do not interact, age gap (late 30s Gong Yoo x early 20s reader), a lot of heterosexual corporate bullshit, male masturbation, penetrative sex, warnings to be added

Release Date: June 15th, 2025

It was never supposed to be anything serious. Never. Never ever.

You didn’t have time for a relationship – you, a graduate student with a full-time job? Between classes, your master’s dissertation, and your job at one of the biggest accounting firms in the city … where exactly did you have room in your schedule for a man?

At least, that’s what you thought before you met him.

Gong Yoo. He was a bit older than you, with a little more experience in the firm. You’d heard of him in passing: the accountant that worked internationally with Korean clients. Because of his travel-focused area of expertise, and your local line of work, you very rarely crossed paths. And when you did, your interactions consisted of little more than a hurried handshake and a small bow before you were both rushing back to your respective directions.

The few times you saw him you could tell he was handsome. Annoyingly so, in the same way that most attractive men were. His suits looked expensive and were always clean pressed. His dark hair was always perfect, parting over his strong brows and exposing the clear sheen of his annoyingly clear skin. But most annoying of all was his confident, easy-going smile paired with the amusement in his dark eyes. He looked so relaxed, so charming and put together making more money than you ever will, all while you were struggling to balance your grades and your job.

Really, he probably wasn’t a bad guy - you didn’t know him well enough at the time to judge that. He was just the perfect parallel to remind you of all the ways in which you were barely keeping your shit together. But luckily you didn’t have to see him very often.

That is, until he transferred into your department.

You remember the day all too well.

It was supposed to be your day. For months you had been working at the firm, working as an office grunt while you learned the ropes. When you had first accepted the fellowship at the company, you had done so with the agreement that after a few months of learning, you would be promoted to an official accounting consultant. Senior Park was retiring – you would get his fancy office, with floor to ceiling windows overlooking the city skyline. You would take over caring for his clients, after months of studying their account statements and habits. You would get the raise and you would finally be in a position to move out of your shared apartment with your three roommates.

For weeks you had watched as Senior Park slowly emptied his belongings from that office.

So, imagine your surprise, when you walked in on the day you were supposed to meet with your supervisor about getting a promotion, and you saw him sitting behind your future desk. Blazer thrown on the back of his chair. The cardboard boxes neatly stacked by the window. Tie undone and sleeves pushed up his elbows, looking as though he’d been living in that office for months…

Your pulse jumped, from fear or anger, you weren’t sure, but soon you were storming through the office, making a beeline for the door to the private office.

“What the hell?” are the words that left your lips as soon as the door closes behind you.

Gong Yoo looked up from the file he was reviewing, his brows furrowed in confusion. “May I help you, Miss L/N?”

“Yeah, you can tell me what the hell you’re doing in my office," you said, trying so hard to keep your tone from crossing the line into unprofessional territory.

“Your office?” He asked, amused.

“Yes, my office!” You dug through your purse, pulling out a manilla folder. You pull out your fellowship contract – the one specifically stating you would be covering Senior Park’s clients once he retired. The one you signed when you moved to the city and accepted this job. You wave it in Gong Yoo’s face. “Section 5 sub-section c:  upon the retirement of Senior Park, the employee affirms that he or she will cover his clientele to the best of his or her abilities until a) the fellowship concludes –“

“-or b) a more suitable senior accountant is found to fill the roll,” he cuts in, raising a brow at you. “My apologies for not recognizing you sooner. I see now that you must be the substitute.”

You nearly dropped the paper, mouth agape. “What did you just call me? The substitute?!?!”

The man sighed, rolling his eyes as he sat back in his chair. “Look, I understand your frustration, but honestly, I hardly see how this is my problem. I was offered a position, I accepted it. Sue me. I’m sorry if HR or the director found you unfit for this task; I don’t particularly care to know the circumstances.”

Your lips gaped like a fish as you fought for words that wouldn’t get you fired. The audacity of this man to just… just… walk in here and speak to you like that! After all your hard work, all the blood, sweat, and tears you put into this company??

You took a deep breath, dragging a hand through your hair in frustration. Finally, you turned on your heels. “This isn’t over. Don’t get too comfortable in my office.”

“Not your office, Miss L/N.”

...full movie loading.......... Authors Note: Welcome to my first official post under this account! I was finally freed from the shackles of uni, and I hope to be pretty active on this account over the next few months of summer. For those wondering why I need another two weeks to upload this fic: part one is all but done, and I want to have most of part two done before I upload the first part! That being, I might do a tag list for both releases if anyone is interested. Thanks for reading, and as you guys hopefully stick with me through this blog, you'll leave comments for me <3 I love hearing thoughts and feedback on my work, even if it's a bit negative. Growth will always be a good thing! See you guys on June 15th

[vegeta-bananabluish]

Bananabluish - Masterlist

Started: May 2025 Last updated: 02-05-2025 Total Works: 16 DRAGON BALL Vegeta X Reader Lunar eclipse of the heart (E) Awakenings (E) Trials of the Gentle Prince-Dom (E) Other Reader-Inserts Reader X Broly: Sleeping Beauty and the Super Saiyan Beast (E) Goku X Reader: Recipe for Disaster (G) Reader X Multi: Choose Your Adventure: Wedding Night edition! (E) Reader X Multi: Beacon of affection (E)

VegeBul As if you weren't dead (M) Retroactive love (E) The Prince of Darkness (E) Other Pairings HanVi: The Negotiation Table (G) PiccoXJanet: Green behind the ears (E) GoChi: Ten days to full bloom (T)

Multi Pairings (mainly canon) The 9-to-5th Ring of Hell (T) Ficlets of flustered men (T) ORIGINAL WORK

Reader meets Reader: A Journey to Self-Love Beyond the Stars

[fantasticalleigh]

visual companion to this post

Your mouth is open wide The lover is inside And all the tumults done Collided with the sign You're staring at the sun You're standing in the sea Your body's over me

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You're staring at the sun You're standing in the sea Your mouth is open wide You're trying hard to breathe The water's at your neck There's lightning in your teeth Your body's over me

TV on the Radio--Staring at the Sun

[actuallysaiyan]

Hi again!

Here are the requests for DBZ that I mentioned in my previous ask!

Feel free to write them when you want/can!!!

Dating Vegeta would include headcanon

Dating Future!Trunks would include headcanon

Dating Android 17 would include headcanon

Dating Goku would include headcanon

These headcans can be just SFW or both SFW and NSFW.

It doesn’t really matter to me!

warnings: smut, oral sex(fem and male receiving), mentions of trauma, possessiveness, protectiveness, fluff, vaginal fingering, possible mentions of violence word count: 1.7k pairings: Vegeta x Fem!Reader, Future Trunks x Fem!Reader, Android 17 x Fem!Reader and Son Goku x Fem!Reader a/n: I didn't know if you wanted it all in one post, but I figured it was easier for me to do it like this! I hope you really enjoy!!!

SFW

Don’t expect much in terms of romance. He’s not that kind of man. But don’t fret, he will always be there to protect you and defend your honor.

If you show him any kind of affection, he’ll be so flustered and not sure how to handle it. Usually he gets quite irritated, but in reality he’s loving it so much. He wants you to be soft with him.

That being said, if you were to argue with him and fight as well, he’ll be so happy and so turned on. Saiyans do enjoy a feisty lover and they want to feel challenged.

But Vegeta doesn’t always want to fight. He wants domesticity as well and wants to feel loved just as much as anyone else. Show him the softness of a human lover and he will always come home to you for more affection.

He might surprise you sometimes by offering affection of his own. He’ll be red faced and stuttering, but he’ll offer you his heart and soul when he realizes you’re the one for him. You’ve got a lover for life. NSFW

Vegeta wasn’t the most experienced when you first met him, and he was so shy and flustered the first time you tried initiating anything intimate. His hands fumbled and his mouth felt dry and his brain was blank.

With time, he found the right rhythm and touches just for you. He figured out exactly what you like and became the best at pleasuring you. Even if you are more experienced than him, he shows you just how much he enjoys pleasuring you.

Despite what you initially thought, Vegeta loves to give more than receive. He really loves being between your thighs, tongue gliding so perfectly against your wet folds. He drinks up your nectar like it’s the nectar of the gods.

Vegeta enjoys many different positions, but his favorites are doggy and mating press. Both for different reasons as well, considering they give him different kinds of control and feeling.

Sometimes he enjoys sensual, slow sex where you both take your time pleasuring each other. Most of the time his pace is rough and animalistic. He’s very loud during sex, lots of growling and grunting. 

SFW

He’s so considerate of your feelings, but at times he can be flaky and miss dates. He’s not always the most focused when it comes to those kinds of things, but just know he really means well and never wants you to feel abandoned.

He likes to surprise you with cutesy things. He’ll make you a bouquet of wildflowers, draw you something he knows you find cute, make you a playlist of songs that remind him of you.

Trunks will always have your back no matter what. He will defend you with his life. You are the greatest thing to ever happen to him and he won’t let you slip out of his grasp no matter what.

He enjoys spending quiet time with you. You two can be seen cuddling in his bedroom, watching a movie you’ve both seen a million times over. Or you can be in the forest together, walking around and enjoying nature.

He’s big on romantic gestures and often uses them to excuse his flakiness. He’ll plan romantic dates for you even if it’s not always available to either of you because of the way the world is in your future. Trunks wants you to be so happy either way.

NSFW

He’s good with his hands. Trunks enjoys massaging your whole body first to really get you so relaxed and loose for him. Then he likes to suck on your nipples while he fingers you slowly. You’ll be dribbling all over his hand before long.

He’s obsessed with your scent. It could be part of his Saiyan instincts that kick in, but he loves your natural scent. He rubs himself against you just to get more of it on him. And the scent that comes from your pussy makes him drunk on you.

Trunks likes to act tough sometimes, but he absolutely crumbles if you give him a blowjob. He can barely look down at you as you have your lips wrapped around him because the scene is much too erotic for him to handle.

He’s a big fan of lingerie! Get dressed up for him and show off your body in those silky, lacy bits of clothing for him. He’ll spend so long just admiring your beautiful body and undressing you ever so slowly.

Trunks loves pulling out and cumming all over your ass or pussy. He enjoys looking at you with his seed all over your body parts. If you ask him to cum on your face during a blowjob, he’ll bust right then and there. He views it as marking you up.

SFW

He’s awkward at first. He doesn’t truly believe you’ve got feelings for him. He’s done so much bad in life, he figures his chance at romance was over. But when you show him softness, he’s melting.

Give him time to blossom and he’ll become the perfect boyfriend. He enjoys the closeness of being your boyfriend. He wants you to rely on him whenever you can. He’ll show you he can be so reliable.

Android 17 comes with a lot of baggage, and he never wants to open up about it. He’s ashamed of his past. But from time to time, when he does open up to you, please listen to him. The more you listen without judgment, he will be more open to telling you about his past this way.

If you were to play with his hair while kissing him, he’d be so flustered. His cheeks would be so pink and he’d look away. But he absolutely loves it when you play with his hair and kiss him so softly.

He worries a lot whenever he can’t be around you to protect you. He’s vowed to protect you for the rest of his life. It’s a way for him to cope with what he’s done and how to continue to live for a cause that’s worth it.

NSFW

Android 17 has an obsession with cumming inside of you. When he learned that his sister had a baby, he became a man who was relentless with trying to have his own baby. If you don’t want kids, make sure you get on some sort of birth control.

He loves slow and passionate sex more than fast and rough sex. Being able to take his time with you is the best feeling in the world. He’ll be in missionary position, your legs wrapped around him and all he can think about is how happy he is.

He’s big on kissing you slowly and letting it build into something else. Making out makes him hard like a horny teenager. There’s just something about your warm tongue rubbing against his that makes him dangerously close to busting in his pants.

He may need aftercare after sex. It takes a lot out of him emotionally, so just lay there with him and play with his hair and enjoy the pillowtalk. If it gets too intense in his mind, you can just kiss him and get on top again to let him fuck away the pain.

Android 17 loves to go on and on and on for hours. He’ll exhaust you with his stamina. He is a fucking machine, literally and he uses that to his advantage all of the time. Just remember your safe word!

SFW

He’s not the most clever when it comes to love, but he knows how to show you his affection through actions rather than words. He may come across as really dumb a lot of the time, but he surprises you.

You can expect cute little gestures often. He’ll give you wildflowers, hunt you an animal for you to cook, or even just pull you into his arms after a battle to kiss you all over your face.

Goku is so possessive and protective. Nobody is going to get between you two. He’s going to show anyone who’s interested that you and him are so close and nobody can ever break you up. 

He’s got to have at least one hand on your body at all times whenever he’s near you. He’s also big on hand holding and wrapping his arm around you to keep you close to him as you two are out walking.

Doesn’t always know how to be the most romantic and he might actually ask for advice from Bulma to show him the right things to do or say during a date. He cleans up really good too and looks amazing in a suit. It’s not his favorite thing to do, but he’d do it for you.

NSFW

Goku is needy and wants to fuck all the time. Sometimes it’s even when it’s an inappropriate time. You’ll need to try and get him to behave as much as possible. But sometimes he just wants to shove his hands down your pants and feel your wet cunt against his large fingers.

He loves fast, wild and sloppy sex. Sloppy and wet kisses, snapping his hips so fast and hard, bruising grip against your hips, leaving scratch marks down his back as you try to hold on as best as you can.

Goku eats pussy like it’s his last meal. He devours you like you’re the only flavor he wants on his tongue forever. He’s really good at it too, using his instincts to figure out exactly what you like in terms of getting head.

His fingers slide so deep inside you, reaching places you didn’t even know could be reached just with fingers. He holds you on his lap, fingers deep inside you curling against that sweet spot as his thumb rubs against your swollen nub.

He’s messy with cumming. It’s always a bit inside and a bit outside, just messing up your pussy with his seed. He loves to play with it afterwards, pushing it back into you and then smearing it all over your clit. He’ll easily make you cum again like this after he’s had an intense orgasm of his own.

[eddielove]

My Shayla

[animefic143]

Starved

Fem!Reader x Super!Future Trunks

Warnings: Smut, overstimulation, unprotected sex.

‼️Minors/ageless blogs dni!!‼️

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Your mouth hung open and you were pretty sure you were drooling. Your body was exhausted and numb, but it felt so very nice. It had been so long since Trunks fucked a woman; sure there was Mai, but there was never much time for fooling around. But now, in the past, he found you- a random girl he saw at Capsule Corp. He didn’t hesitate to make a move and was very up front with what he wanted from you. And he was so handsome, you couldn’t resist…

And that’s how you ended up here, getting your brains fucked out by this sex-starved time traveler. You had already orgasmed twice, and your body was on fire… but Trunks kept pounding into you, moaning and grunting and cumming over and over.

He couldn’t get enough of you, kissing your neck, raving about your tight pussy, burying his face between your breasts and licking them all over… you were his sex doll right now, and you were totally fine with it. The sheets beneath you were soaked with sweat and both of your fluids combined. You saw Trunks shut his eyes and moan, his blue hair falling into his face. You felt him release into you again, and he finally stopped, pulling out of you. You both caught your breath and he laid next to you, soon becoming apologetic.

“I… I’m sorry… I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

You shook your head quickly, still panting, “No, you didn’t! That was… I… I liked that…”

Trunks grinned, rolling over to take you in his arms. He reached down and began to gently rub your clit, making you draw a breath in as he said, “You’re fun. What was your name again?”

[whaledenwtf]

Halsin x Dryad!Reader - The Summer Solstice

IM BACK BITCHES!!! Instead of doing my presentation for university I'm typing this. You're welcome.

Cross-posted on AO3 here: Link All other links will be at the end of the fic!! ENJOY

Warnings: afab!reader and Male Smut, Breeding Kink, Creampie, Oral (Female and Male Receiving), BEACH SEX YEAH, Size Difference, Oh Yeah Did I Mention MATING PRESS

Once again, my efforts to keep him as true to character have been made. :)

WORD COUNT: 3630

Link to some Summer Solstice Rituals I reference here: LINK

You couldn't help but be impressed. It was the summer solstice, and the Arch Druid of the Emerald Grove handling the rituals of the day was excelling. Excelling enough to gain the attentions of Silvanus himself. You were watching his back from behind an oak tree, admiring the musculature. He was tall, strong. You liked that. Your mind flitted between the mortal and what had happened earlier in the day. The Oak Father presented himself to you in your mind earlier today, expressing his excitement of one of his followers.

"His name is Halsin. He has excelled in many of the rituals and in assisting nature. He has even reached Arch Druid status." He had said offhandedly. You were always a curious Dryad, and knew you had to investigate. You knew Silvanus was meddling but you haven't been around mortals in decades. You wanted to join the festivities after all; the summer solstice was your favourite holiday! The flowers are already in full bloom, the summer air is sweet with the smell of hydrangeas and peonies. You knew many of your companions were celebrating on their own, with nature and chosen company. You decide to get a little closer to the celebrations, walking out from behind the oak tree you were hiding behind. Many of the druids turned to look at you and gasped. Many of them dropped their lutes and violins, the sounds of nature becoming louder in the sudden silence. Many of them came to you, with offerings of honeyed mead and flower crowns. You crouch down to a small elf child holding a marigold and lavender crown.

"Little one, may I wear your crown?" They look at their parents for guidance before nodding and placing the crown above your head. It blooms further once it is placed upon you, and the smell of lavender wafts around the air. You pluck one of the lavender buds from your crown and put it behind the child's ear, smiling.

"Now we match." The child giggles in wonder, before running to hide behind her mother's leg, watching you in glee. You rise to stand, only to notice the Arch Druid had turned around to watch you. You are stunned by his beauty. His face is angular, with a tattoo on the right side and a gruesome bear scar on the left. He was perfect, in your eyes. You smile at the crowd you attracted, before walking past them to reach Halsin. When you get close, you smell him and are enamored further. Pine, musk and cedar. You can understand why Silvanus had sung his praises; he was the embodiment of nature.

"We haven't had a dryad join in our festivities yet. May Silvanus preserve you." You bow dramatically, the vines and leaves that make up your clothing sway beautifully behind you.

"An honour it is to meet you, Arch Druid Halsin. Your reputation precedes you." He chuckles, his voice deep and booming.

"I hope you heard all good things I hope." He smirks down at you, hazel eyes glistening in the twilight. The last beams of sunlight shine on the both of you. You glow with a radiance, like water reflecting sunlight, and he is attracted to you. Your beauty, your essence, is all captivating.

"Silvanus has only sung your praises, Halsin. I had hoped to see you in person and was graced by your ceremony. Wonderfully done." He blushes, the tips of his ears burning crimson. He seems at shock from your words; Silvanus has praised him? He feels truly blessed. You turn to look at the onlookers, who were still gazing at your beauty.

"Please, continue your celebrations. The Oak Father wishes you all enjoy yourselves in the time of festivities. Enjoy nature as he intended." You words were clear, and not a moment later, did everyone begin celebrating again. You turn back to Halsin, who is watching you in wonder. You blush lightly under his gaze, before sidestepping to look at the altar of light.

"Beautiful spread. I see you added citrine and pyrite; as well as some local blooms." That seems to snap him out of his spell and he nods.

"The celebration of the solstice is one I take very seriously." You turn to look at him over your shoulder.

"May I?" He waves over the altar, allowing you to do your magic. Your eyes begin to glow green, and sunflowers begin to bloom in your hand. You lay them aesthetically on the altar, smiling.

"Thank you." He tells you earnestly. You giggle at his enthusiasm, smiling as you turn back to him.

"Of course-" You look at the horizon, noticing the the sun had set. "Well, I believe it is time for the bonfire and feast! Oh, I haven't been to solstice festivities in years." You tell him excitedly.

"Join us." He tells you. You smile widely at him, and his heart flutters in his chest.

"I'd love to. I'll dance- oh and sing! I'm so excited!" You are buzzing in place. He finds it adorable. His hand goes to the small of your back ushering you forward.

"Go on! Enjoy yourself." His hand feels warm on your skin, and you blush.

"What about you?" He waves you off.

"I tend to look over the festivities. Have to make sure we do not lose any cubs." You bite your lip, thinking. You had an idea.

"What if I ask you to celebrate with me? Would you join then?" His gaze glances down at your lips before meeting your eyes.

"I can make an exception, for such a beautiful guest." You blush once again. He smirks as your skin darkens, and he can't help but wonder if that blush shows up on other parts of your body, hidden to his eyes.

"Then I will make sure to save a dance for you." You go on your tippy-toes, planting a soft kiss on his cheek, before running forward into the fray. His hand holds his face where you had kissed him, and he smiles. He can't wait.

You had spent the last hour dancing with the children of the Grove. You were showing them the dryad's dance, a sensual dance with a lot of swirling; your arms swaying. Like a willow tree you wave and sway, the wind following your movements. Your eyes catch Halsin watching at you, a heat in his gaze. At the end of the dance, you end with a flourish, arms spread up towards the moon. Flowers and flower petals fall over the children, who squeal and giggle excitedly. They come to hug you and you pet many of them, sprouting daisies and marigolds to give to each child. Once they receive their gifts, they run around the grove, chasing each other and playing. The music changes to a very familiar tune. The musicians begin playing "Down by the River", and you begin to sing. Your voice, ethereal and otherworldly echoes in nature. You begin to dance, voice still echoing. Like a siren, Halsin felt the pull of your voice, and began to edge closer to you subconsciously. Once he gets close enough, you grab his wrist, tugging him into a dance. You begin to circle one another, one of your hands palm to palm with one another. You continue to sing, your gazes locked. He is entranced by you.

"Down, down, down by the river." You end the song, twirling around Halsin. You both bow at one another, as everyone applauds you both.

"Thank you for the dance." He tells you huskily. You squirm under his gaze.

"I was hoping for more than one dance." You tell him quietly. He feels particularly emboldened by your response, and puts his hand around your waist.

"What were you thinking of?" He asks you quietly. Your hands lay on his chest.

"Perhaps we can celebrate the solstice together... privately." He hums, his arms pulling you closer to him. You feel his strength through your close bodies, and admire him further, hands caressing his chest, mapping his body.

"What of my duties?" He asks you. He doesn't seem to want to decline. You look around, noticing everyone having fun and participating in ritualistic dances.

"Meet me near the shoreline after the last song has ended and nature's music is loud again. I will wait for you." Your lips graze his gently. You taste like freshwater and thyme. His lips become numb, and his mind is emptied of all rational thought. His eyes glow amber as he watches you walk to the shore, hips swaying. A low growl leaves his chest, and he almost transforms into a bear. He can't help but curse his need to diligently do his duties. This night will feel eternal.

When the last notes of music have died down, and all that is left of the large bonfire is embers, he seeks your company. The night is dark, lit by glowing mushrooms and occasional group of fireflies. His path is dark, but he has never felt such peace. He walks the path to the shoreline, where your voice carries as you sing; the sound of crashing waves accompanying your music. His heart beats loudly in his ears, the tips of them twitching in his excitement. In all his years of existence, he has never lain with a dryad. It seems surprising, for many of his years he had taken an extensive amount of lovers, all of which were of many different races and ages. His bare feet finally hit the sand, and he sinks slightly in his continued path to you. He sees your ears twitch before you turn around, smiling.

"I was beginning to get concerned." You tell him softly. Your voice was gentle, and the emotions that burst forward from his heart urged him to speed in his walk to you, almost sprinting.

"You needn't be concerned of me." You rise to greet him, hands stretch out. He gets close enough to grasp them, and pulls you forward. You land on his chest, and are forced to look up at him. The stars are reflecting beautifully in your eyes. They are focused on his own gaze, and he has never felt more grateful for all of the actions, faults and obstacles in his life that had brought him here; with you.

"Can I not be concerned for someone I care about?" He blushes at the remark, and you notice the druid's skin darken. His hands let go of your own to grasp the sides of your face.

"You care?" You bite your lip, watching his amorous gaze.

"When Silvanus spoke of you, I must admit it was not the first time I've heard of the admirable and fearless Arch Druid Halsin. Your bravery and attunement to nature always attracted me to the idea of you. Now that I stand before you, my heart beats in tune with yours; the idea of any other being is far away in my mind. You take the forefront of many of my thoughts, and have been for the entirety of the day." His hands pull your face forward, his lips smashing against yours. This kiss was unlike the other; passion, excitement and need were felt in this kiss. You moan against him, and his tongue takes advantage of your lowered defenses. Your tongues move against each other languidly, caressing one another. You pull away from him, only to push him down so he is laying in the sand. You sit atop his lap, and begin kissing him again.

He decided that if lightning had struck him in this moment, he'd die the happiest man alive. Such words and attentions he had never heard, especially from the lips of someone he's come to admire so much. The world around them dissipated, and all that was left was them and time indefinite- your words and touches, your two souls joining in nature's basest form of love. His hands caress the sides of your body, his touch igniting heat wherever they touch, a heat blossoming in the very core of your being.

When air becomes a necessity for you both, you separate. You begin to pull his ceremonial tunic upwards, before laying it gently next to you both, taking care in the important garb. His pants are next, and his undergarments fall with them. You kneel between his legs and admire him. It seems Silvanus had taken great care in his looks, and his personality. If you hadn't known better, you'd believe him a god; crafted from your mind's eye. In a moment, he lifts himself up to remove your dryadic clothing, mostly leaves and vines, so he could gaze upon you. Once both naked, your touches become lighter, hovering over him ever so slightly. His skin breaks out in goosebumps, the hairs rising slightly.

"Your beauty is one I never thought I could ever gaze upon." You tell him sweetly. His eyes leave your face for a moment to gaze at the rest of you.

"Sitting here, with you, shows me that some of nature's greatest beauties are ones I hadn't had the chance to gaze upon yet. No words can even begin to describe how I see you in this moment; your beauty cannot be fully grasped with something as limiting as words." You crawl further up into the crevice of his thighs, your belly rubbing against his hardened member. Your noses are touching now, and you are exchanging each other's air.

"I need you." You whimper, and one of his hands grasp the back of your neck, under the thickness of your hair to pull you into a savouring kiss. His other hand goes to tread the path of your body; from grasping and playing with the pebbled peaks of your breasts, to caressing your bountiful curves to the apex of your thighs. You moan into his mouth as his thick fingers tickle the outline of your cunt, feeling the wetness that has gathered there. He moans when he realizes truly how wet you had become. His fingers then dip in between the seam of your cunt, to gather some of your nectar before separating from your lips to taste you.

His eyes flash golden at the taste of you on his tongue. Your wanton moan turns into a shriek as he pulls you up until your cunt is levelled with his mouth.

"I'm going to savour you now. Devour you, until you cannot stand, and your voice is strained. May I taste you, sweet one?" You respond to him by laying your full weight on his face. He wastes no time in savouring your scent, and... devouring you. His tongue explores your depths, as his nose bumps into your clit. You grind on him, juices flowing down his chin. He grabs your plush thighs, grinding you harder into him. He pulls away for a moment to release his grab on one of your thighs before plunging two of his thick fingers into you and sucking on your pearl. You will not last with his attentions. He is feasting on you, your moans and pants urging him further.

"That's right, my little lavender. Finish on my tongue and fingers. Cum for me." The authoritative tone his voice took shook you to your core, and you finish on his fingers and talented tongue. With a moan, your juices leak out of you. He begins to lick your mess, moaning at the taste of your essence. His grip on your thighs have waned enough for you to scramble away, legs shaking. You land with a thump on the ground between his thighs, grasping his cock in your hand. You stroke him once, then twice, before rubbing the pad of your thumb on his head and spreading his precum around. You pull away to taste him, and moan. He growls at your debauchery.

"I'm going to taste you, Halsin. Need to taste you." You huff out as if out of breathe, before taking him in your hand again. Your lips descend on him, tasting him. Your tongue was heavenly on him, and he grasped your hair in his hands, bucking into you. You moan around him, taking him to the back of your throat. He grunts at your attentions, grasp tightening. You pull away for a moment, taking deep breathes before looking him in the eye and taking him further into your mouth. You reach the patch of hair at his base, the tip of his cock hitting the furthest parts of your throat.

"O-oh. Fuck-" Hearing him lose his sense of self, and the fact he uttered an expletive made you feverish, and you began to deepthroat him, ushering him to thrust into your mouth. He takes advantage of your wants, thrusting into you. Your hands move upwards, fondling his heavy sack. Without warning he thrusts deep, finishing in your throat. You swallow as much as you could, the taste of him tart but delicious; you want more. You continue to suck and bob up and down his member, until he cums again, shaking and groaning loudly. You pull off of him, gathering the cum and spittle that leaked from your mouth and putting it back in your mouth, savouring him. He watches you with hunger. He sits up and growls, exciting you. His eyes glow amber, and without warning he transforms into a brown cave bear. You bite your lip at the transformation, aroused by his show of strength. He transforms back into his elvish form, stumbling.

"I-I'm so sorry, I transform when my baser... urges become too much." You shake your head, before sitting down and spreading your legs. Your hand spreads your cunt open, and he watches how your thighs and lips glisten with arousal.

"Breed me, my bear." His eyes flash golden again, but he refrains from transforming again. His arms grasp your thighs and pull them to your shoulders. You're bent in half, and the tip of his still very hard cock is poking at your entrance.

"Please Halsin. Take me. Make me yours." You tell him, urging him to thrust into you. He grunts and thrusts into you with one stroke, burying himself to the hilt. Your back arches off the sand, breasts pressed against his chest. Your lips meet again, teeth clashing at the force of your kisses. His thrusts are rough, and he continues to hit that sweet spot. You keen in his mouth, and he chuckles breathlessly. He continues his pace, hitting that spot effortlessly each time. His hips grind against your clit with each thrust, and your body is overstimulated quickly. You know you will not last long, his passion and accuracy in driving you wild bringing you closer to your precipice.

His lips leave yours, before latching onto your neck and biting you. You caterwaul at the action, gripping his triceps tightly. Your nails are digging into the skin, but he does not care. He is selfish in this moment, wishing you would stay like this with him forever, until the world has disintegrated around them. He removes his teeth from your neck, before his lips latch onto your nipple and suckle from them. Its too much, and you arch your back painfully as you finish. Your constricting walls bring him to completion, your cunt milking his cock. You whimper as you feel his heavy load inside you, leaking around his cock. He thrusts again, and both of you seize with sensitivity. He pulls out of you gently, before laying down next to you. His arm pulls you onto his chest, and you bask in his warmth.

"I'm sorry." He whispers to you. Your head snaps up to look at him. He looks upset, his brows furrowed.

"What's wrong, my bear?" He shakes his head.

"I'm selfish. I'm afraid for the sun's rise for that may take you away from me forever. I... I do not want to let you go, my love." Your eyes get misty, and your hug him fiercely.

"Why apologize? If I could I'd spend eternity in your embrace." His arms wrap around you, holding you to him tightly.

"But you cannot." He whispers. A tear leaves your eyes.

"I'm afraid not. But I can promise to come to you again. When the wind wafts the smell of lavender and marigolds in the air, that will be me calling to you." He closes his eyes and savours his last moments with you.

"Then let us enjoy what time we have left." You nod, wiping your tears from your eyes.

Until sunrise, he spends his time with you in silence, basking in your company. He has never felt such loss when the person has not left his embrace. This time with you has changed him, and he does not know how he can continue his devotion and duties after meeting you. When the dawn breaks, you're moving out of his arms, heartbroken.

"I will visit you as soon as I can." You promise him, getting dressed in your dryadic dress. He pulls his clothes onto his body, which has become cold without your touch.

"I will not forget this moment with you-" He pauses, frowning at his realization. "And… What is your name?" He asks you, cringing as he realizes his poor manners. You look over your shoulder, smiling gently as the sun hits your body.

"(Y/N). Hopefully fate allows us another moment together, my handsome bear." You disappear with a flourish, fully bloomed lavender and marigolds left where you were standing. Y/N… Your name is sweet on his tongue, sweeter than the taste of you. He can never forget a name as sweet as yours, a name that will probably stay branded on his brain until his last breathe.

THE END.

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[sowhatwereyousaying]

A Promise- Part 4

summary: A little bonding time after your overwhelming date

warnings: age gap (reader is in their 20s and gong yoo is in his 40s); fake dating, pr

The car ride back to my apartment was weirdly quiet.

Well, except for the faint sound of Gong Yoo humming along to the radio like nothing had happened. Meanwhile, I was still mentally replaying that ridiculous lunch. The smug jokes. The stupidly flirty hand-holding. The fact that I had actually... enjoyed myself.

What was wrong with me?

“You’re staring,” Gong Yoo said without looking up from his phone.

“I’m not,” I muttered.

“You are.” He slid his gaze to mine, flashing a slow, lazy smile. “Falling for me already?”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” I shot back.

“You literally held my hand for five minutes.”

“You grabbed my hand.”

“You didn’t let go.”

I groaned, shoving my face into my hands. “I hate this.”

“Liar,” he sang.

The worst part? I kind of was.

When we reached my apartment, I expected him to wave goodbye and disappear back into his glamorous celebrity life.

Instead, he followed me up the stairs.

I turned at my door, raising an eyebrow. “You planning to move in?”

He shrugged. “Might as well. I’ve already been accused of spending every waking moment with you.”

“By who?”

“Your neighbour.” He pointed behind me.

Sure enough, Mrs. Kim from across the hall was peering suspiciously through her curtains. The second we made eye contact, she ducked out of sight like a ninja.

I sighed. “I’ll explain things later.”

“Oh no.” Gong Yoo leaned casually against the doorframe. “Let’s give her something fun to gossip about.”

Before I could ask what he meant, he reached out — warm fingers curling around my wrist — and yanked me closer.

“What are you—”

“Smile,” he whispered, and then…

He kissed my forehead.

My forehead.

Not even a fake romantic kiss — just a casual, affectionate peck like he’d been doing it for years.

I knew it was just for show, but still… it left my face burning.

“You’re insufferable,” I muttered once we were inside.

“You’re welcome,” he said, grinning smugly as he kicked off his shoes as if he lived here.

“Wait, what are you—?”

“You have snacks, right?” He strolled toward my kitchen like we were old friends.

“Snacks?” I repeated, bewildered.

“Yeah. We need to hang out a bit.” He poked his head back around the corner. “Y’know… bonding time. Romantic engagement stuff.”

I groaned. “I don’t think eating my chips counts as romance.”

“Sure it does,” he said, tossing a bag of pretzels onto the coffee table. “You can glare at me disapprovingly while I steal all your food. Super romantic.”

Against all odds… we actually did have a good time.

We sprawled on my couch, munching on snacks and flipping through TV channels like we weren’t fake-engaged celebrities with reporters parked outside.

Somewhere between tossing a handful of popcorn at his face and mock-arguing over whether cats or dogs were better, the tension between us… shifted.

“I don’t get it,” I said, stealing a pretzel from his hand.

“Don’t get what?”

“This.” I gestured vaguely between us. “You’re this famous, ridiculously attractive actor — don’t look so smug — and yet you’re here… stealing my snacks and ruining my carpet.”

He paused, then gave me a small shrug. “It’s… nice.”

I blinked. “Nice?”

“Yeah.” He rubbed his thumb along the edge of his glass. “No cameras, no agents, no one trying to spin some angle. Just… this.”

I wasn’t sure what to say to that.

Instead, I blurted, “I’m really bad at fake relationships.”

“Clearly,” he teased. “You didn’t even hold my hand properly at lunch. Fingers were all stiff. It was tragic.”

“You’re lucky I didn’t just swat you away.”

“Oh?” He smirked. “Would you rather I put my arm around you instead?”

“I would’ve bitten you.”

“Feisty,” he said, flashing that infuriatingly smug grin.

I couldn’t help but laugh.

It felt… easy. Natural. Like we weren’t tangled in some chaotic web of lies, but just two people — two weirdly compatible people — hanging out.

At one point, I realized Gong Yoo had stopped talking. He was staring at a framed picture on my shelf—one from my university graduation.

“You look happy there,” he said quietly.

“I was.” I joined him, smiling at the photo. “That was before I knew how stressful real life was.”

He laughed — low and warm. “Yeah... tell me about it.”

I glanced at him, curious. “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“You always look… confident.” I paused. “Like nothing bothers you.”

“Acting,” he said with a grin, tapping his temple. “I’m just good at pretending.”

The grin faltered a little, though, like maybe he wasn’t joking.

“You ever get tired of it?” I asked.

He didn’t answer right away. When he did, his voice was softer than I’d ever heard it.

“Yeah,” he said. “More than I’d admit.”

For some reason, I reached out — a light touch to his arm. He glanced down at my hand like it surprised him… but he didn’t pull away.

Instead, his fingers shifted slightly, curling over mine. Just for a second.

Hours later, when he finally decided to leave, there was an awkward pause at the door.

“Well…” I rubbed my arm. “I guess I’ll see you when the next scandal explodes.”

“Can’t wait,” he said, but his voice was softer now. Like… like he didn’t actually hate spending time with me.

And then, just as he turned to leave—

“You’re not as bad as I thought,” I blurted out.

He paused mid-step.

For a moment, I thought I’d said something weird, but then…

He turned back with a smile — not his usual smug grin, but something genuine. Warm. Real.

“You too,” he said quietly.

And for the first time since this mess started… that didn’t seem like such a bad thing.

a/n: so guys, sorry for this chapter, I know, it's not the best but this week has been quite the week, like waaaaaaaayyyy too much going on, and for those asking, I still don't remember that fic idea I had I LITERALLY AM SO DEVASTATED BECAUSE OF THAT but it's ok I will miss it. I hope you like this and I promise the next chapter WILL BE BETTER

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