and if you've been on my blog or follow my blog for any amount of time you would know that i genuinely do not care about the notes. i don't care whether a fic gets 10 notes or 1000 notes (i see both depending on what group i write for and how popular they are). if i cared about the notes only, i would only write for popular groups like enhypen, stray kids, or seventeen. there would be no tws, sf9, onf, verivery, or victon on my blog. i write for every group that i love regardless of how many notes total i get for the fic.
what i do care about is interactions. reblogs, comments, people telling me they liked the fic in my ask box, etc... and it's about the ratio of likes to reblogs that is so disheartening and demotivating. i want to write for some of these popular groups, i have really good ideas for fics for them.... but when i see that i got over 10 times the amount of likes as i did reblogs, it makes me question why i even put the time and energy into it.
i know a lot of people are also silent readers who don't interact at all so in my head i'm thinking of maybe close to 2000 people who read my fic, only around 80 of them decided to actually interact with it. that's a 1:25 ratio.
do you realize how low that is??
it's insane to me how many silent readers there are, who simply like and nothing else for a fic. as a writer, i understand how much time and love is put into every fic, and i will always always reblog with my thoughts on it. it's such a small and easy way to show some love to the writer. it's not even hard, it's not even time consuming. it doesn't take even a fraction of the effort or work that was put in to make the fic. maybe some of you should try it once in a while...
I want to be half asleep when Husk finishes working the bar for the night and returns to his room. I want to feel the warmth of his fur slide into bed next to me and feel his arm wrap around my middle to pull me back against his chest.
I want him to murmur in that sweet tenor that he missed me today. To feel his lips against the nape of my neck, my shoulder.
I want all this to happen while I've got a vibrator tucked up against my clit, having been turned to a setting since I got to bed that's kept me wet and eager, edging me for hours. And now that I have the added sensations of his touch, his voice, I'm whimpering that it's not enough.
I want Husk to bite lightly at my shoulder as he eases the vibrator away and slips a hand between my legs. I want him to groan in my ear just how wet I am for him.
I want to hear him purr and moan, breath tickling my throat, as he presses his cock into me.
I want to be so overdue that I cum within seconds of him filling me, and I want him to rock his hips into mine as I spasm against him. I want to hear him praise me while his hand grips at my hip, tell me what a good girl I'm being, how sweet it was for me to wait for him. I want to feel my cum dripping over my thighs and onto the sheets as Husk fucks me slowly.
I want to be half-asleep and cumdrunk by the time he cums too, drooling on the pillow until I turn my head and finally kiss him just as he cums inside me. I want to feel his cum dripping out of me as I fall asleep, feel his arms tighten around me and hear him whisper how good I felt as he drifts off too.
honestly i really love how deep the boyz's lyrics are despite them making predominantly noise music. a lot of noisy groups have so much going on in the song already that the lyrics aren't the focus and often shallow or nonsensical. but getting into the boyz lyrics is such a rabbit hole tbh and it's giving me ideas skdjskd
cowboy!simon riley who catches you stealing apples from the apple tree he had grown in the backyard of his house. Pretty sundress swaying in the wind as he stands by the window watching you pluck from the tree, discreetly looking around and making sure no one sees you. but you’re caught, you just have no clue.
cowboy!simon riley who confronts you for stealing his apples a few days later, having you perched over his lap. ''You're a little thief aren't you?'' He lifted your sundress, your plump and round backside coming into view for Simon's dark eyes. You squirm on his lap and he growls as he doesn't warn you about the harsh smack that lands on your ass, making you jolt forward at the impact.
''M'sorry...'' Is all you can manage to say. Simon scoffs as he lands another firm smack to your ass, making you yelp. ''You're sorry, eh? Should've thought about that before you stole, love.''
And he continued abusing your ass until you're a red and crying mess, tears streaming down your face as your ass is as red as those apples you stole. Serves you right doesn’t it?
cowboy!simon riley who stuffs you’re tight cunt full of his thick and throbbing cock, using the slickness of your folds to coat his head before sinking into your awaiting heat. ''So tight… this cunt is swallowing my cock so good.'' he rasps into you're ear as he folds you’re knees, having them pressed up into you're chest as his balls slap against the underside of you're ass.
''Such a good cunt, hm? So obedient. If only the owner of it was as well.'' he clicked his tongue, his thrusts harsh and rough as the tip kissed your cervix. And all you can do is babble and whine as your brain is completely fucked out and mushy.
cowboy!simon riley who fills you to the brim as he comes with a guttural groan as he spills all of his seed inside you, milking you’re gummy walls white. and when he pulls out, he watches his cum seeping out of you're hole, and he can’t have that. You whimper and hiss as he puts two fingers into your hole, collecting his cum and making sure not a single drop goes to waste.
cowboy!simon riley who simply leaves you there, breathless and flushed and hole filled with his essence. ''Next time I'll use a belt on that pretty little arse of yours.''
And maybe stealing those apples wasn’t such a bad thing after all with the promise of a next time from the hardened cowboy.
a/n: had a dream about this. so I just had to write a short blurb about it ughhh
trying to ride simon but failing miserably every time. he'll never request it from you, no, but what man doesn't love to have his beautiful girl bouncing on his veiny cock, your breasts at perfect level to be squeezed and nipples sucked? to feel himself impaling your pussy, abusing your cervix but you're too fucking desperate to care about the dull ache in your stomach.
you're working yourself so hard, puffy clit rubbing against his pelvis with each bounce, his blond pubes leaving teasing kisses that threaten to drag you over the edge. but simon is greedy, he needs more of you, faster and harder. he needs to control you.
you know as soon as his legs spread apart on the bed, it's over for you, control is immediately gone. he plants his feet down on the mattress, his hips propping you up, pushing his leaking cock even further than you felt was possible, his full balls pressed against your plushy ass.
his strong arms wrap around you, pulling your upper half down onto him so your chests are pressed together, locking you into place as he fucks you. your mind is foggy, the sense leaving your brain at the intense pleasure he gives you, tight walls strangling his throbbing dick, a silent plea for him to destroy your insides. cream dribbles out of your pussy, trailing down his balls to the sheets, leaving a damp stain in its wake.
hot tears are pouring out of your eyes, pure bliss enveloping you as he uses you as his cum dump. the only words you can blabber out are "fuck simon!" and even then your tongue struggles to work properly, senses overloaded as your orgasm washes over you, the pressure in your head so intense black dots line your vision.
you can't hear or think, only feeling the vibration of simon's chest against yours with his low groans, probably praising how good you feel and that he's right there but you're too fucked out to understand. you can only feel the sweat dripping down his chest, his skin sticking to yours as he fucks you into oblivion.
his thighs stutter as he finishes, filling you as deep as he can go with ropes of hot, thick white cum. it fills you to the brim, dripping out of your pussy and down your inner thighs, only adding to the soiled sheets beneath you. slowing his thrusts to a stop, he pushes you up by the shoulders, taking a good look at your flushed face. drool is pooled in the corner of your mouth, red cheeks stained with tears, looking as wrecked and beautiful as ever.
his dark brown eyes dance along your body, as if taking a mental video of your chest rising and falling rapidly, attempting to catch your breath while looking at him with that glossy look in your eye.
so yeah, you may fail to ride him to orgasm every time, but fuck is it worth it.
you interrupt Alastor in the middle of a radio broadcast. he decides to punish your needy little hole <3
word count: 1.12K
tags: desk sex, sneaky blowjob, punish fuck, afab!reader, fem!reader, breeding kink, mentions of Alastor's knot, rough sex, p in v, mild overstimulation, crying (in a sexy way)
NSFW, 18+
it was innocent, nothing more. but according to Alastor, it was anything but.
he was setting up for a radio broadcast, humming along to some random tune, sitting down at his desk. you came bounding in, excitedly shouting,
“Al! Al!”
he looked up at you, that smile still on his face. but it was different when he was looking at you. it was clear he adored you to pieces, and that he wanted nothing more than to protect you from the cruel light of the underworld.
you were his little lamb. his prey. the mouse in his paws. others were a little worried, going as far as to send prayers your way, when it got out that you were dating Alastor. but if anything, it all turned out fine. Alastor was calmer with you around, and he even found himself letting Angel get away with friskier comments somehow. you were good for him, and everyone knew it.
today, you were the one feeling frisky.
“Alllllll? you can’t ignore me for forever,”
you cooed, leaning over his desk. Alastor sighed and kissed your cheek.
“i’d love to snuggle, darling, but i’ve got a radio broadcast to do. everyone is expecting me.”
he told you. you huffed and crossed your arms, then a lightbulb went off in your mind.
quietly, you asked,
“well... can i sit in your lap?”
a soft, yet questionable look came over Alastor. he looked at you. when he saw those big puppy dog eyes, he just had to give in.
“fine, fine.. come here, my darling.”
you nearly squealed in happiness. you climbed up into Alastor’s lap, having to squirm a little to get comfortable, but you were snug as a bug in a rug in his arms.
“don’t.. don't move too much, my dear.”
Alastor grunted politely, his claws gently digging into your thighs. you bit your lip, half purring,
“why should i, babe? i was just getting comfy,”
you said, pouting at him playfully. Alastor had been dating you long enough to know your tricks. he whined lowly in his throat, his ears going flat against his head.
you leaned your head back against his chest, listening to Alastor turn the knob of his radio, hearing him talk. you were still pouty at the fact he wasn’t giving you any attention. you got a little bit of a taboo idea. you knew Alastor was going to want to have his way with you if you managed to pull it off, but fuck it, what did you have to lose?
you slipped out of Alastor’s lap, going under his desk. he shot you a look but shrugged it off, thinking you were just being a little funny. his movements halted entirely when he felt your hands on the buckle of his belt.
he choked but remained professional for his listeners. he actually scooted closer, closing the gap between his midsection and the desk, giving you more room to work. one of his hands came down as well, his claws scratching against your scalp affectionately in a sense of praise.
you hummed when you got his cock out. he was already half hard, the tip a soft red, the base already a little swollen with the knot. you smirked, starting to lap at the tip with your velvety tongue. the sensation was enough to make Alastor buck involuntarily, accidentally shoving his entire cock into your mouth in one go.
“hnn.. stay quiet, my dear, please-”
Alastor nearly hissed, his nails digging into the back of your scalp, making you stay down. your eyes squeezed shut, and you had to force your throat to relax, taking deep breaths through your nose. you began timidly moving your head up and down. you were thankful for Alastor being able to keep quiet, because if you were in this situation, you wouldn’t even last a second.
your lips suckled around his tip, your tongue caressing his shaft and the underside of his swelling knot. you choked a little when Alastor’s hips bucked under the desk, nearly making your teeth hit his knot. you heard the radio dial turn abruptly, signaling he was done with the broadcast. you had been so caught up in the mess of it all that time seemed to fly past.
Alastor growled in a primal manner, pulling you up and kissing you, his tongue sliding down your throat. you choked at the feeling, the tip of his tongue cascading around your teeth, claiming you as his own from the inside and out. Alastor whirled you around, pinning you down on his desk, your cheek smooshed into some papers. you’d kill him if any ink stains got on your face.
you quivered when his hands nearly tore your clothes off, leaving you exposed to his hungry gaze. he slid in unexpectedly, making you nearly howl in relief. your body had been aching for him for ages it seemed. you looked back at Alastor, watching as he set a relentless, animalistic pace. his pelvis smacked against your ass, and the sound alone was enough to make obscene noises leave your lips.
“Al.. Al, slow down, please, fuck, it's too much-!”
you cried, tears brimming your eyes. Alastor almost cooed at the sight, his cock twitching inside of you at the sight.
“now, now my dear, you begged for this. you could not keep your grubby little mouth off of my cock, even when I told you to. so, now you are going to take my cock like a good girl. understood?”
all you could do was pathetically whine, allowing Alastor to have his way with you. a small sick, twisted part of you was secretly enjoying this more than you should’ve. you wanted to feel Alastor knot you. you wanted him to fill you up, make you beg for more, and carry his young. you wanted to be his personal breeding ground.
caught in the storm, you felt yourself spasming, Alastor’s fingers on his clit, his cockhead massaging your spongey g-spot. you sobbed weakly, orgasming. but he didn’t stop. he kept thrusting, his claws digging into your hips, nearly drawing blood.
“Al.. ‘s too much,”
you blubbered, cheeks red and lips swollen. Your cunt was puffy, overstimulated. yet you couldn’t stop sucking him back in, wanting more. your body, your mind-it all wanted more.
“ah, ah, ah. I’m far from done with you, my little lamb. Just stay still and let me use you to my content, hm?”
you dumbly nodded back at Alastor. he grinned and chuckled evilly. his shadow came out, holding you up so that your back was against his chest. before continuing his pace, he whispered in your ear,
“that’s a good, insatiable, little lamb.”
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my sweet little snowflake buddies!
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thinking about reader who is on their period n simon who lives with them and ended up just following them around because they don't want to get up because of the cramps.
water? already on the nightstand, it's also warm so it won't make the cramps worse.
meds? some painkillers are ready just next to the glass of water.
food? just let him know when you want to eat. he'll even feed you.
no more tampon/pads? send him a picture of the packaging, he's already at the store getting some and grabbing some chocolate and snacks too on the way.
at first he gets annoyed because you would call him over every so often, especially when he's trying to chill. but seeing how you look so upset and pissed over the cramps and the way you're bleeding profusely, he decided to suck it up and make things at least more bearable for you because if not he's not going to hear the end of it.
has been made fun of by his mates when they were over for game night and you're having the blood fountain, because simon gets all obedient and would drop everything to attend to you.
"simon, need water..."
"'kay love," and he's getting up from the couch, beer forgotten somewhere and grabbing some warm water for you to drink. like an obedient dog following orders.
he's probably learned his lesson after you threw a tantrum when he ate your chocolate and he didn't come when you called him.
something something... ghost being unable to cook to save his life so he chooses to frequent at a beat up broke down poor ass canteen with cheap meals where reader prepares and delivers the dishes.. so he offers her a job as a private chef in his own house and she agrees because he pays her money like he sleeps on it.... and then he actually invites the lads over for a sunday roast made by his missus.... oh, she doesn't like it when he calls her that? well it's too bad, he already got her evicted from her previous place and fired from the bar she was working in so she can do longer shifts.. he also might have fucked her raw once or twice while she was "working", what's the difference? he already has her saved as wife in the contacts soo....
simon riley with a very american girlfriend who gets very flustered at every british endearment he throws her way.
“yeah, love?” youre a puddle in his lap, even when you’re just telling him about your day. you tuck your chin and bite your lip to hide the embarrassment but he’s always too cognizant of you, tilting your chin up so he can see the look on your face. “like tha’?”
“here ya go, sweetheart.” all he’s really doing is feeding you a bit of pasta but you moan anyways, the sound going straight to his cock. your tongue peaks out to lick the sauce on your bottom lip, giving him doe eyes. “i like when you call me that.”
“alright, cheeky” he likes calling out your attitude, especially when you’re on your period. knows calling you cheeky will get you to stop talking back as your cheeks warm with a combination of embarrassment and arousal. you’re tucking your face in his neck to hide your feelings as he chuckles, pulling you in further, never letting you go.
shoutout to @peachetteprice who’s been teaching me british (LOL)😌
ik english is hard and ik mistakes happen but people who repeatedly mix up quiet quite and quit, they're their and there, lose and loose, you're and your, effect and affect, compliment and complement, ensure insure and assure, breath and breathe, or then and than genuinely drive me crazy esp in fics 😭😭😭😭
zb1 reaction to thier s/o looking so innocent underneath them while having sex
zhang hao, matthew, taerae, and ricky would just relish in how your mouth would hang open from immense pleasure, your eyes starting to cross as his warm slick cock pounds into you repeatedly, the increasing skin slapping encouraging him. he wants to see it again. and again. your moans and squeals getting louder, the scratches on his back burning more by the second. he leans down, nose brushing yours and groans rasply, “fuck i love making you lose it. gonna fuck you so hard you’ll scream, yeah? louder, angel, louder…” as he watches your eyes water, a switch flips and he angles his hips to hit your sweet spot, your toes curling and pussy gushing.
jiwoong, hanbin, and gyuvin almost bust a nut right then and there honestly. you’re just so precious. so small, so pliable, so perfect - and you’re all his. these realizations wash over him in waves while he’s fucking you, just pussydrunk all over again as he messily locks lips with you. oh, he just can’t get over your mewls and breathless begs as he mindlessly thrusts into your heat and grunts into your ear. “g-gonna cum soon.. shit you’re so good for me, how’d i get so lucky with you and this..f-fuck perfect fucking pussy oh God.” after he finally spurts his seed deep into you, he’ll stay glued to your skin, still rocking his hips against yours as you calm down together.
For someone so reserved and private, it always takes your breath away that he kisses you with his whole body. Husk presses himself into you, both hands on your face and his body flush against yours. His wings quiver and flap as he slips his tongue into your mouth, his shoulders pressing forward as though he cannot physically get close enough to your warmth, to your softness. You feel his thigh press between both of yours, the warring sensations of his plush fur and the hard muscle of his thigh making you whimper into his kiss.
Husk groans as you palm him through his trousers, half-hard already, and you hiss as his teeth catch your lip.
“Shit, I’m—”
“Mm-mm,” you shake your head hurriedly, pulling his mouth back to yours. “Don’t stop.”
A soft, rusty growl rumbles through him at your eagerness, his hands moving to clutch roughly at your hips over your underwear, hard enough to send sharp pinpricks of pain through you as his claws break through your skin. You break away from his mouth with a gasp; at the exact same time he had led your hips into a grind against his thigh, and your own hands tighten in the fur of his shoulders.
“Bed,” you urge, dusting kisses over his cheeks, the side of his neck. “Now.”
He shakes his head, still forcing your hips into a torturous grind against his leg. “Too far.”
You glance over to the bed incredulously; it’s only a few feet away. “Wh—?”
You squeal in surprise as Husk suddenly lifts you, forcing you up against the wall so high that your cunt is suddenly level with his face. Your bartender chuckles almost wickedly before his face is between your thighs, and you throw your head back and moan as he tears away your underwear with his teeth and licks a long stripe over your cunt. He teases your already throbbing clit with the rough curve of his tongue as he leads your thighs up over his shoulders, and you shudder at the feeling of it, eyes closed.
Your hand comes up to brace against the ceiling in the hopes of helping you stay steady above him, the other reaching down to knock away his hat and fist in the fur between his ears. Husk rewards you by flicking his tongue over your clit, circling it in the way he knows makes your toes curl.
“Shit, Husk… fuck!”
You roll your hips down against his face as best you can, his claws digging into your ass and your thighs. His eyes burn up into yours, pupils blown wide as he watches you try to maintain what’s left of your composure. You steady yourself long enough to unclip your bra and toss it aside, your nipples hard and aching with your arousal.
Husk groans into your cunt as you palm and squeeze one of them, your other hand returning to tease through the fur behind his ears. His eyes close, a furrow between his brows for a moment, and he becomes even more earnest in the way he devours you, his tongue dipping into your heat to taste the arousal dripping out of you before returning to your clit.
When he purrs, you cum, reaching out desperately to grab hold of the top of the door frame to stop yourself from falling off of him. Husk’s paws tighten on you, forcing you to stay in place, and your whole body heaves and shudders where it’s curled over him, hips jerking in an instinctive attempt to get you away from the feeling of too much.
“Oh, fuck, Husk… Fuck!”
Husk doesn’t stop though, not until your legs tense so much against his shoulders that the heel of your foot presses hard against the space between his wings. He jerks back suddenly with a moan, forehead falling against your inner thigh.
“Ohhh…” he chuckles brokenly, bumping his forehead against your leg. “Oh, Christ, sugar…”
You’re still shuddering with it when he finally lets you down, your hands taking his shoulders to steady yourself as he leads you to lean back against the wall. You exhale, breathing uneven, pushing hair out of your face. “…Show off.”
Husk grins, self-satisfied, leaning in to kiss you again, gentler than before. You jerk under his touch as he lets his palm brush over your nipple, and he chuckles against your lips. Still, he pulls away when you trail your hand down his front to unfasten his pants.
“You don’t…” he clears his throat, kisses you again. “I’m good.”
“But I want to…” you pout, and Husk smiles, stepping back. You whine quietly at the loss of contact despite yourself, despite the way his hand is entangled with yours.
“No need, pet.” he tells you, nodding down at himself. It’s hard to see in the dim light, but there’s a stain forming on the front of his trousers, his cock softening beneath the fabric. He leans in and kisses you again, a simple, affectionate brush of his lips over yours. Still, there’s a flirtatious glint in his eyes when he meets yours again, and he tugs you towards the waiting bed. He spins you around under his arm like you’re dancing and you laugh, still light-headed and on shaky legs, and he leads you to sit on the edge of the mattress. Stepping between your thighs, he appraises your naked body in a way that makes you flush, cupping your face between his paws. “At least for now.”
HIHI! I would like to request husk NSFW headcanons if you can with fem reader? Unless you don't do that then it's fine you can just ignore, I'm new here so idk. But anyways have a great day and make sure to take care of yourself lovely! <3
nsfw headcannons you say? baby i'm in
★ he absolutely adores slow sex. slowly sliding in and out of you while his hands and lip travel all across your body, enjoying every single second. it's just perfect for him.
★ give this man a blowjob, he'll be in heaven. he prefers to focus on you when having sex so when he finally gets all the attention he has to force himself not to cum right away. plus you look so pretty with his cock in your mouth!!
★ daddy kink!! if you call him daddy you have to be a good girl and prepare for looong sex, it's your fault after all, isn't it?
★ slow sex and being a gentleman comes aside when you rile him up enough tho. don't be shocked if one day he's buried deep inside you while you're both standing in the bar. anyone can come in and see how you're desperately trying to keep quiet and nonchallant while he makes you see stars.
★ also believe me when i say this man is experienced. very experienced. what do you think he was doing as an overlord? obviously having sex with some hot sluts. he knows what to do basically all the time, even if you're exploring some new kinks. maybe (not so new for him...)
i love ur workkk🙏🏽🙏🏽 are u able to do an aftercare headcannon with all the members please? legal line ofc
hi, anon!! i’m sooo glad to hear that, thanku for enjoying my writing!🥺💋
jiwoong immediately moves to cuddle and massage your skin. a gentle chuckle leaves his lips as he squeezes your trembling thighs, unable to resist pinching ur erogenous zones. “was it okay? you need anything, my love?” he’d whisper, playing with your hair, his eyes lovingly looking over your face. “i’ll never tire of being with you like this. or inside you like this…” you whimper as he shifts, his softening cock nudging your spasming walls.
zhang hao would playfully whine alongside you, mimicking your moans and begs from earlier. “wahhh, i worked so hard just now, can’t i get some love?!” he’d pout, smiling at your eyeroll. “fine you big baby,” you’d murmur, leaning down to kiss his forehead, birthmarks, and lips. “but you love this big baby, don’t you?” he’d ask, eyebrows wiggling. you’d let out a laugh, slapping his arm as he pulls you close.
hanbin (ugh!) no matter how long ur fucking had gone on for would put u first afterward. he’s got snacks, heating pads, bottled water, and ur favorite plushies stashed under the bed. “binnie, do u think my stuffies can hear us when ur deep in my guts?” you blink up at ur boyfriend while sipping juice through a straw. his hand rubbing your side froze, his jaw dropping, eyes widening, and cheeks flushing. “babe..!”
matthew takes a second to chug some water-understandable after the marathon you just had. your breathless weak form lay next to him as he turned back towards you and cupped your face. “woah woah babe breathe with me, innnn and outtttt, and look at me…” he’d whisper, gently bringing you back to earth. “yeahhh, there she is. there’s my girl,” he’d grin, pressing his forehead against yours. he’d roll onto his back, pulling your koala clinging body on top as he kisses your shoulder. “let’s sleep in tomorrow, yeah? and maybe have another round…?”
it’s kind of cute how inseparable you and taerae are once you’ve settled down. your chests pressed together, legs still tangled, you panted, gazing at his blushing freckled face. “what the hell happened to you just now?” you exclaimed, watching his eyes squeeze shut and cover his face, cutely flustered. “i don’t know either, angel,” he answered. “but..” he parted his fingers, looking at you through them. “it was good, right? like best fuck of your life?” you smile and nod, cuddling against his neck.
ricky quickly gets busy with leaving kisses and hickeys on your sweaty skin, helping hold your hips up while he his lips pepper along your spine. not that you have the energy for it but he takes it upon himself to gently maneuver your body against him, syrupy sweet praises filling the room as he holds eye contact with you. his face suddenly break into a silly smile, your eyebrow quirking up in question. “i just remembered your face after i flipped you onto your back from doggy and started mating pres-“ he chuckled, your groan interrupting him. “rickyyyyy..!” you squeeze your arms around his shoulders, quite embarrassed and slightly aroused. you gently smile feeling him kiss your head in response.
sweet and loving as ever, gyuvin smooshes his warm skin against yours as he gently kisses ur lips over and over. the sheets are sweaty, ur bodies are sticky, and its kind of a mess. but it’s your cute sexy mess, you thought, gyuvin’s head popping up to look at you as if reading your thoughts. “i don’t think we should get up, like ever again,” he said inquisitively. your jelly-like legs hug him closer as you out a hum of a approval and ruffle his hair. he suddenly turns his head to nibble on your wrist before giving you an adorably toothy grin, playfully biting down your arm as you giggle.
husk is such a quiet person usually (until he isn't) but he is in no way quiet in the bedroom. now, he isn't going to be shouting and cursing so loud that everyone in the hotel can hear, but he will not shut up when he's enjoying himself.
heavy, tortured breathing as he thrusts into your mouth or your pussy or your ass, murmuring praise and cursing under his breath whenever you tighten the pressure around him. he's going to keep telling just how good you feel, just how pretty your are, just how well you're fucking or sucking him, his burnt-honey-and-whiskey voice rumbling so smooth in your ear. He's going to whisper sweet nothings every time he presses a kiss to your flesh, going to ask you if you want more, if you feel as good as he does right now.
when he fucks you harder, when its rough and animalistic and feral, husk will groan and growl into you, snarl possessiveness if someone makes the mistake of knocking on the door and interrupting the two of you.
when he cums, god, you're going to know it. that's when he's going to mutter that he loves you, that's when he's going to murmur to the Christ he doesn't even believe in, in some broken, breathless and incomplete thanks for giving you to him, whatever power is listening, is real, for letting him bask in the heaven that is how you feel in his arms and wrapped around his cock.
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