warnings: 18+, contains sexual material, pregnancy, fluff
synopsis: how nam-gyu would act towards pregnant reader
pairings: nam-gyu x fem!reader
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when he finds out:
you’re nervous because you know nam-gyu’s life revolves around going out, pills, and late nights with thanos at club pentagon. a baby doesn’t fit into that lifestyle at all.
at first, he laughs it off—thinks you’re joking or exaggerating. when it sinks in, his face goes pale.
when he realizes you’re serious, his whole vibe changes. he tries to mask it with bravado, running a hand through his hair, pacing, swearing under his breath.
he doesn’t admit it, but inside he’s terrified.
he never pictured himself as a father, and responsibility makes his chest feel tight. still, the thought of losing you scares him more than fatherhood does.
that night, he doesn’t go out. he just lies next to you in silence, staring at the ceiling, quietly holding your hand as if grounding himself.
during your pregnancy:
he doesn’t quit partying completely. at first, he uses the club as an escape, drowning his fears with pills and music. but whenever he comes home and sees you exhausted and swollen, guilt hits him like a truck.
he starts coming home earlier, leaving drinks half-finished, making excuses to thanos.
when you’re nauseous, he pretends to be annoyed but ends up sitting with you, rubbing your back and fetching water. he’ll grumble, “you’re a mess, you know that?” while carefully wiping your mouth.
rubs your legs when they cramp.
let’s you use his lap as a pillow while you watch tv together, one hand resting on your bump.
nam-gyu doesn’t know how to handle mood swings at first. if you snap at him, he snaps back—but then he feels guilty and sulks until you let him make it up to you (usually with takeout or a foot massage.)
he complains about running to convenience stores at 1am, but he always goes. sometimes he even surprises you with more than you asked for, claiming it was “on sale,” though you know he’s just trying to take care of you in his own way.
he gets clingier without realizing it.
at night, he always has to touch you—hand on your belly, arm wrapped around your waist, even when he’s half-asleep. if you shift away, he stirs and pulls you back.
you catch him staring at your belly more often the further along you get. he won’t say it out loud, but in his eyes you can see it—he can’t believe this is happening, that he had a hand in creating something real.
intimacy:
at first, he avoids intimacy because he’s nervous—scared of hurting you or the baby.
once you make it clear that you do still want him, he softens. he’s surprisingly gentle, checking in more than he ever did before.
he doesn’t always say the words, but the way he brushes hair off your face or kisses your temple tells you he’s paying attention.
his usual rough, reckless rhythm is replaced with deep, steady movements. he holds your hand, strokes your hair, keeps eye contact longer than usual. it’s not about release anymore—it’s about closeness.
you notice he wants you more often than before. it’s not just sex—it’s reassurance. he’s terrified you’ll leave him, and intimacy is the one place he feels sure of your bond.
sometimes, he’ll push your shirt up just to kiss and murmur against your belly while he’s buried inside you—half teasing, half serious.
he likes positions where he can see your face and keep his hands on you—missionary with your legs hooked around him, or you straddling him while he holds your waist steady.
he’ll pull you against his chest after, still inside you, breathing hard as if he’s afraid to let go.
closer to your due date:
hes constantly on edge. every time you gasp, cough, or bend over, he stiffens, asking, “you okay? is it happening?”
• his phone is permanently charged, car keys always within reach, you joke he’s more anxious than you are.
he doesn’t let you carry anything heavier than your phone. if you so much as reach for a grocery bag, he snatches it away, grumbling but secretly terrified of something happening.
one night while rubbing your back, he admits softly: “i don’t know if i’ll be a good dad… but i’m not going anywhere.”
when the baby is born:
when the baby finally arrives and cries, nam-gyu freezes. his whole world tilts. for the first time in his life, he looks completely stripped down—no pills, no clubs, no bravado. just raw awe.
he’s clumsy, terrified he’ll drop the baby, but when the tiny hand curls around his finger, something inside him cracks.
he talks to the baby constantly—about nothing, about everything. sitting on the couch, bouncing them in his arms.
he fumbles with diapers, holds bottles wrong, and freaks out the first time the baby spits up on him. but he learns fast, and soon he’s the one insisting “i got this” when anyone tries to help.
sometimes falls asleep with the baby lying on his chest, both of them snoring lightly.
he never says it outright, but you can feel the shift: he isn’t running anymore.
Hii I would like to request something for tabber.could you write about tabber being on live interacting with the fans and them he see that tou joined the live and he gets all shy
pairing: tabber x fem! reader
genre: fluff (y/n aren't quite together in this, but there is a flirty, more than friends type vibe in this)
The screen lit up with that familiar "You're now live" banner.
Tabber appeared on the feed, sitting in a dimly lit studio, hoodie slouched over his head and a candle flickering off to the side. He smiled softly, waving to the camera as comments started pouring in.
"Yo… wassup, everyone," he said, voice smooth and casual. "Can you guys hear me okay? Let me know."
He tilted his head, reading comments aloud.
"Drop the unreleased track 👀"
"Tabber your voice is my serotonin rn"
"We need another tour 😭"
"What did you eat today??"
He laughed under his breath. "Y'all really just wanna know my dinner? I had ramen, okay? Fancy, I know."
More laughing emojis flooded in— 😂😂.
"Alright, alright, I'll play something in a bit. But I wanna talk to you guys first. It’s been a minute since I did one of these."
As he scrolled through the names in the chat, responding to random usernames—"Yo, shoutout to your.username, I see you!"—his tone suddenly shifted.
He blinked, leaned closer to the screen, and tilted his head slightly.
"Wait…" He squinted. "Is that... Y/N?"
He said it like he wasn’t sure if his eyes were playing tricks on him.
Then his voice dipped lower, softer. "No way… you actually joined?"
He chuckled nervously, running a hand through his hair.
“I wasn’t expecting you to be here,” he added under his breath, barely looking at the camera now.
The chat exploded.
WHO IS Y/N???
HE’S BLUSHING 😭😭
Drop the @ !!!
Bro said "you actually joined" 😭 this is personal
He glanced at the screen, cheeks tinted just slightly pink now.
"Don't… don’t make it weird," he said to the chat, laughing shyly. "We're just friends. She’s cool. Super cool. Like, really talented. And pretty chill. And—yeah."
He cut himself off and shook his head, trying to play it cool. "Anyway."
"Y/N," he said again, quieter this time, like it was just the two of you in the room, "thanks for stopping by."
He smiled, then added with a sly glance, "You owe me a comment though. Don't ghost me in here."
The fans were losing it.
Still flustered, he picked up his guitar and strummed a few chords. "I'm gonna play something I wrote last week. Haven't recorded it yet… maybe I will if Y/N tells me it's good," he teased, clearly feeling a little braver now.
But even as he sang, you could tell:
He kept one eye on the screen, just in case you typed something.
You were halfway through your second trimester, and your body had started to ache in new, unpredictable ways. Some mornings your ankles felt stiff, and other days your back begged for mercy. But in all of that, there was one constant: Jae-Min.
The soft sound of acoustic guitar filtered through the apartment as he sat on the living room floor, playing an unfinished melody. He always kept the volume low now—said he didn’t want the baby to get used to loud music. "Let them feel peace before chaos," he joked.
You waddled out of the bedroom, wrapped in one of his oversized hoodies, hand resting instinctively on your bump.
He looked up the second he saw you and smiled. “Good morning, Mama,” he said gently, placing his guitar aside and patting the couch. “Come here. You okay?”
“Back’s killing me,” you mumbled as you eased yourself down beside him.
Without a word, Jae-Min shifted behind you and started gently massaging your lower back. He’d gotten good at it. You suspected he’d watched a few tutorial videos when you weren’t looking.
“You didn’t sleep well again, huh?” he asked, voice low and comforting.
You shook your head. “She was doing gymnastics in there.”
He chuckled and leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. “She’s already got your energy.”
“Don’t blame me if she kicks you next.”
“I hope she does,” he said with a smirk. “Means she’s strong.”
You leaned your head back against his chest, and he cradled your belly from behind, hands warm and careful.
"Did you eat yet?" he murmured. "I made toast and scrambled eggs. No coffee though, just the dumb raspberry leaf tea you hate."
“I’ll suffer through it if you made it,” you teased.
He laughed again, but the sound was quiet, almost reverent. "I’d suffer through anything for you two.”
There was a soft silence after that—comfortable, easy. His fingertips made slow, thoughtful circles on the curve of your stomach.
"You think she’ll like music?” you asked.
Jae-Min nodded. “I’ll sing her to sleep every night if she lets me.” He rested his cheek against your temple. “But for now… I just want you to feel okay.”
And in that moment, with the sun beginning to peek through the curtains and his arms around you and your daughter nestled safely between you, you did.
what’s sex like with namgyu once the lights go out?
pairing: f!reader x namgyu
warnings: sex, smut, yall get it ;) not proofread, oops!
read it under the cut!
messy. so so messy. the way namgyu makes out with you is sloppy. before he can even strip you or himself down, he's rutting his dick against your thigh, the friction forcing little whimpers out of his mouth and into your own as he tries to shove his tongue down your throat
namgyu gets off on the way your face scrunches in disgust when he taps the flushed, sweaty, salty tip of his cock against your cheek. but with his free hand wrapped around your throat, nails digging into your neck, you didn't have an option to say no
once he gets the tip of his dick into your mouth, you may as well have called it game over. he wastes no time at all, forcing you to take every last inch in one swift thrust
looking up at him as you gag on his length, you're met with pupils blown out twice their usual size and a maniac grin plastered on namgyus face
"pretty thing, have to get me wet before I fuck that slutty cunt of yours." he grunts, whining as he ruts himself against the walls of your throat
namgyu switches between fucking your throat, keeping a hand wrapped tightly around your neck to feel himself bulging inside of you and pulling out of your mouth, slapping his spit slicked dick across your face, making sure to scent you with his cock.
its not until he's finished with his foreplay that he's ridding you of your pants and underwear and bending you over.
with his mouth hovering next to your ear, you can feel the smirk in his tone. "the real fun starts from ..." he pauses, giving your ass a sharp pinch "... here"
with that, just like before, namgyu sheathes himself in your heat in one fluid motion, both of your moans ringing out against the walls
"f-fuck didn't even need to prep you, slutty cunt's dripping just from sucking my dick" he chuckles, wiggling his hips against yours to drive his cock even deeper into you
as he gets you used to him, taking long and slow strokes into you, he can't help but to start babbling, losing whatever filter he previously had on himself. "feels so good... better than any flashlight ive ever fucked" he groans, low bass reaching your ear.
namgyu doesn't savor the bliss your cunt brings him for long though, pleasure coursing through his veins as he starts thrusting into you so hard, you struggle to hold yourself up
namgyu knows he's not strong enough to hold you up himself, so he opts for fucking you against the wall, caging you between his arms as he drives his dick into your sopping cunt over and over again
the louder you moan, the more it drives him to fuck you faster, harder
"you like it like this? you like being used like a cheap whore?" he teases, raising an eyebrow when you clench at his words
of course, namgyu's the one to cum first, and he doesn't give you any warning other than 'f-fuck, gonna cum' a mere millisecond before flooding your cunt with his seed
he'll continue fucking you through his orgasm, bringing you to your own. when you cum on his cock, namgyu's giving you the most shit-eating grin, his ego at an all time high
even after both of you have returned to your beds, within the same hour, you'll feel a familiar set of hands gripping your waist and long locks tickling your neck.
"round two?"
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a/n: this was buns, sorry y'all.
as always, thank you for tuning in! feedback is read and appreciated!
Could you write about wear the reader lost her matching necklace with Gemini and like suddenly later on in the day Gemini buys her a new one since he noticed tye necklace wasn't on her neck
my missing piece | gemini
pairing: bf! gemini x fem! reader
genre: fluff word count: 621
contains: nothing explicit. sweet fluff only.
author's note: school has been busy for me lately. lots of exams and labs had to be done these past couple weeks. i hope you enjoy and thank you so much for requesting ♡♡♡
The park was quiet, save for the occasional chirp of birds and the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze. You sat cross-legged on a soft plaid blanket, sunlight kissing your cheeks as you helped unpack the snacks. Jae-Min sat beside you, lazily biting into a rice ball he made that morning.
It was one of those slow, peaceful afternoons. No rush, no distractions. Just you, him, the warmth of the sun, and the occasional nudge of his knee against yours like he couldn’t stop touching you—even in the most subtle ways.
But something tugged at the edge of his mind as he watched you laugh while struggling to open a stubborn juice bottle.
Then it hit him.
He tilted his head slightly. “Where’s your necklace?”
You blinked. “Huh?”
He motioned gently to your neck. “Your chain. The one that matches mine.”
Your hand shot up to your chest—and your heart dropped.
“No…” You patted your collarbone, your collar, your pockets. “I—I had it this morning. I swear I did.”
He watched silently as you dug through your bag, anxiety rising like heat in your chest. That necklace meant a lot. You and Jae-Min had picked them out together—simple, matching chains with a tiny charm shaped like a crescent moon, yours resting to the left, his to the right.
“I must’ve lost it on the walk here,” you said, shoulders drooping as you finally gave up the search. “Damn it.”
Jae-Min set his food down and leaned toward you, resting a hand lightly on your thigh. “Hey,” he said gently, “It’s okay. Really.”
You glanced up at him, lips pressed together. “It doesn’t feel okay.”
He offered a small, knowing smile. “Then let’s finish the picnic first. We’ll figure it out after, yeah?”
You nodded, trying to smile back. But your mood had sunk, and he could tell.
A little while later, as the sun dipped a little lower in the sky and a soft golden hue settled over everything, Jae-Min stretched and stood.
“I’ll be right back,” he said. “Stay put, don’t pack up yet.”
“What? Where are you going?” you called after him, but he only smiled and jogged off toward the parking lot, hoodie flapping behind him.
Fifteen minutes later, he returned—slightly breathless, holding something behind his back.
You raised an eyebrow. “Did you… go get more snacks?”
He knelt beside you, eyes soft. “Close.”
Then he pulled his hand forward and revealed a small velvet box. You stared.
“Jae-Min…”
“Open it,” he said, a little shy now.
Inside was a necklace nearly identical to your old one. The same silver chain, same crescent moon charm. But this one had something extra—your initials engraved in tiny script along the curve of the moon. And on the back of the charm, one simple word: “Yours.”
You looked up at him with wide eyes, already tearing up.
“I noticed it was gone as soon as you sat down,” he said softly. “You always play with it when you’re thinking. I figured… you’d feel weird without it. So I called the little jewelry stand near the entrance. They had one left.”
You were speechless.
So he lifted the necklace gently from the box and moved closer. “Can I?”
You nodded, hair falling to one side as he clasped it around your neck.
The charm fell right where the old one used to.
“There,” he whispered, fingers brushing your skin. “Still yours.”
You leaned forward, wrapped your arms around him tightly, and buried your face in his chest.
He held you, swaying just a little. “Next time,” he murmured, “we’ll get matching ones again. Maybe with the baby’s initial too.”
You laughed wetly. “You’re getting ahead of yourself.”
“I know,” he said, smiling into your hair. “But I can’t help it. I love everything that’s yours.”
And in that golden-hour hug, on a quiet patch of grass with crumbs and sunshine and new memories, you felt whole again.
hi!!! i’m not ignoring requests, i promise 🥺. i’ve been so busy with work and family events. i will try to post a requests every two days. thank you for being patient! <333
synopsis: nam-gyu knows how to push, and y/n knows how to take it. behind closed doors, control shifts, tension snaps, and nothing is left untouched.
wc: 0.4k
content warnings: explicit sexual content, rough sex, power dynamic, breeding kink, creampie, slight degradation
author's note: i was listening to keith sweat while writing this lol. but most importantly, thank you for requesting and i hope you enjoy this. <3333
11:52 pm
The bedroom was dim and hazy with heat, the air thick with the sounds of skin meeting skin, breathy moans, and low curses.
Nam-gyu had you folded beneath him, your thighs pressed back tight against your chest as he drove into you with bruising force. The mating press had you completely at his mercy, every thrust deep and deliberate, his pelvis grinding your clit with every snap of his hips.
“You feel that?” he gritted out, voice dark and ragged. Sweat dripped from his temple to your chest. “So deep inside you, baby. I’m not stopping till I know you’re full of me.”
You moaned his name like a prayer, fingernails raking down his back. His thrusts only got rougher, primal even, like he wanted to bury himself in you and never leave.
“You take it so well,” he hissed, eyes wild. “Gonna fuck you full, Y/N. Gonna make you mine—make sure you’re dripping with me all fucking night.”
That’s what sent you over. Your body arched, back bowing off the bed as your orgasm tore through you, making you clamp down around him with a cry. He didn’t stop—he groaned through clenched teeth, fucking you through it until his own release hit. One final thrust, deep and sharp, and he was spilling inside you with a shudder, mouth at your neck, panting against your skin.
The room was quiet now, save for your uneven breathing and the dull creak of the bed frame.
Nam-gyu didn’t pull out right away. He stayed draped over you, chest heaving, face buried against your shoulder. You stroked your fingers through his damp hair, your heartbeat slowly steadying beneath the weight of him.
After a few quiet minutes, he finally lifted his head, eyes softer now. “You okay?”
You nodded with a small smile, voice hoarse. “Yeah… still recovering.”
He chuckled low in his throat, gave you a long kiss to your cheek, then slowly slid out of you, groaning at the mess between your thighs.
Without a word, he stood and grabbed a towel from the dresser. He wiped you down first, careful even though his movements were rough around the edges. You watched the way his brows furrowed, jaw clenched in focus. When he was done, he handed you his oversized shirt and pulled on his boxers.
“Sit up,” he said, tossing the towel over his shoulder.
You did, leaning against the headboard as he sat beside you and pulled a crumpled pack of cigarettes from the nightstand. He lit one, took a slow drag, then passed it to you. The two of you sat in silence, sharing it between tired breaths.
Nam-gyu glanced over at you, eyes still dark but no longer wild. Just… present.
“Damn,” he muttered with a grin, “You really let me wreck you.”
You laughed under your breath. “You always do.”
He snorted, leaned in, and kissed your temple. “You love it.”
You took the last drag, then crushed the cigarette out in the tray beside the bed.
“I love you,” you said instead.
He didn’t reply right away—just looked at you like you were the only real thing in the room. Then he kissed you again, slower this time. Meaningful. His thumb brushed the corner of your mouth.
“I know,” he whispered. “Me too.”
And then he pulled you into his chest, tucking you under his arm like he never wanted you to leave.
the first time, seowan went straight to his pc after </3 you had to train the poor boy to clean you up after he wrecked the hell out of you! after a few weeks he got the hang of it, bringing a warm towel to help you clean up along with some water and snacks. after a good thirty minutes of cuddling in the afterglow, you'll hear a small voice next to you ask "can I play now...? you can play with me..."
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
seowan's favorite: your boobs, duh! seowan is a D1 gooner, meaning that he loves boobs of all shapes and sizes. and if you don't have any? he'll gladly suck at your nipples anyway. seowan loves how they feel in his hands, often using them as his stress balls
your favorite: his mouth. seowan’s oral fixation is out of control! it started as little things as him sucking on random patches of your skin like on your arms and thighs. then, it escalated to suckling on your fingers and nipples. within the span of a few months, you've already gotten used to seowan nudging your thighs apart with his head before he goes down on you
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
even though seowan isn't the biggest fan of messes, you're the only exception. seowan isn't afraid of making a mess inside of you and watching it drip out. in fact, he's criminally known for pulling out at the last second and painting your tummy with his seed! seeing you covered in his mess makes his dick throb, a sign that he's ready for another round
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
seowan does almost daily cum-tributes to you when you're not around. he has a secret folder of photos he's taken of you: one of you at the beach sporting a skimpy bikini, another with you dozed off into slumber with your jaw hanging wide open, he even has a shot of you when you're having a sweet treat, tongue out to taste the ice cream in front of you.
when you catch him, he launches his phone across the room, guilty eyes meeting yours.
"h-hey y/n! you weren't supposed to be back for another hour...but while youre here..."
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
does NOT know what he's doing for the first few times. mimics everything's seen in porn (no seowan, jackhammering into me from the start does NOT feel good)
you'll have to guide him through the motions, telling him what feels good and what doesn't. don't worry though, he's a fast learner!
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
cowgirl! seowan's physical stamina isn't as high as the average male's, so he enjoys it more when you're on top. he loves watching your boobs bounce and how your face scrunches in pleasure as you use him to make yourself feel good.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
serious with the slightest bit of goof. he'll crack an occasional joke like "you're about to heal me with that magical pussy of yours" but the jokes don't last for long because well, uh, lets just say you'll need the healing when he's done with you
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
tamed chaos. seowan has a bush, but its trimmed at the edges. he likes how it feels when you bury your face there when you're sucking him off <3
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
not romantic with words, but shows it through his actions. seowan worships your body, treating you like a piece of glass. he won't go rough on you unless you ask for it, or if he's had a really and day and all he needs is a rough fuck
after the act, he makes sure you're well taken care of, often pressing a kiss to your forehead with an "are you okay? I didnt go too hard, did I?"
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
hehe seowan has one of those automatic fleshlights with a screen on it! when you're away for the night, he reaches for it like its an instinct, putting on his favorite photos and videos of you <3
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
cosplay! need I say more?
"yes seowan, I will dress up as your favorite character for your birthday and yes I will let you fuck me in her costume"
he gets an instant hard-on nosebleed from the way the costume hugs your body so perfectly, all of your curves presented to him on a silver platter and boy, is he ready to EAT
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
seowan's pretty shy when it comes to his own body so at home is the only option for him. he is NOT risking anyone see him so vulnerable, and he wouldn't want anyone but him to see you naked
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
when you're the one to make the first move, seowan can and will drop anything to give you what you need.
seowan's not afraid to sub for you, often pawing at your crotch through your clothes, begging you to make him feel good. (tease him! he can take it!)
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
whenever anything that has to do with swingers, threesomes, cucking, or anything of the sort gets mentioned, seowan's hands ball into fists out of anger.
on the outside, seowan can seem like a calm and mellow guy, but once he gets possessive? he's marking your neck up with hickies, happily claiming you as his
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
prefers giving! seowan will experiment with different combinations of his tongue and fingers to see which one you like the most! it often ends in your poor pussy spasming as seowan makes you finish for what, the fourth time in the past hour?
(pls, its his personal motive to make you squirt on his face, do it for him!)
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
seowan likes giving it to you slow and deep. he stares in awe as your cunt sucks him in, snapping his hips at the last second to thrust into you.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
needs a quickie daily and shamelessly begs for it.
"please baby, just one before you go? promise it'll be quick, ill even make you cum before I do!" he whines, puppy eyes meeting yours as he tugs on your sweater
it was not quick, you missed your hangout with your friend because you were too busy sucking on seowan </3
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
it's a 50/50 with him! he likes to stick to a routine in the bedroom, but if your idea sounds good enough to seowan may take you up on your offer, especially if you're the one on top!
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
three rounds, each lasting at least 20-30 minutes each. seowan likes to take his time with you, reeling in the way your gummy walls squeeze around him.
just as you're about to finish, he pulls out of you with a cheeky grin "why so eager, wanna finish already? im just getting started"
when seowan's in a teasing mood, he can edge you (and himself) for hours
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
yes! for both you and himself!
seowan thinks toys are a great way to heighten the bedroom experience. why frustrate yourself trying to cum when a toy can do it for you? even better if he's the one using the toy on you
loves when you jerk him of with a flashlight while riding his tongue
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
only teases you when you've been neglecting him, or if you two haven't had time together recently
"you've been away for so long" he'll pout innocently, despite being three fingers deep into you "we have to make up for lost time, okay?"
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
not loud, but he won't hold back his whimpers when you ride his cock. when he's thrusting into you from behind, he purposely brings his mouth closer to your ear, his grunts sending shivers down your spine
when you're sucking him off, its a totally different story. he moans loud, hands tangling into the sheets below him as you make him see stars
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
he wants you to peg him! he doesn't know how to bring it up to you though, so he waits for the topic to come around!
"well,,, I wouldn't be the one taking it for once" he admits, eyes averted from your own with a dark red blush painting his cheeks
safe to say, you two had an interesting time searching for straps online
bonus: hey y/n, have you heard of the sex toy brand called bad dragon?
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
6 inches, more lengthy than girthy. slight curve to the left
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
as I mentioned earlier, D1 gooner! if he doesn't cum within three consecutive days, he starts to get irritable
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
after you're both cleaned up and cuddled in each others arms, seowan can fall asleep almost instantly! tuckered out from dicking you down well, he's sure to have a good night's rest
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thanks for tuning in! feedback is read and appreciated <3
a/n: this was a request from such a long time ago!! hope yall r still interested in it </3
