you weirdo need to get therapy. wtf do you mean you are willing to write p3do material you asshole. writing about children's sexual abuse is mad. get help.
I mentioned that I might write about pedophilia, and look at my works I've never mentioned the reader being underage. And my blog is designed to accommodate such content. Find out what Dead love: do not eat means.
༢ུ ྀུ synopsis: In the silence of your head and the music in your headphones, he breaks in abruptly. Why does he even need to be close to you?
༢ུ ྀུ warnings: A bit of bullying, pressure from society, y/n is a little depressed, but she's in fanfiction, so she should be mysterious.
༢ུ ྀུ parts: 2/???
༢ུ ྀུ Whore's note:I have already passed 3 out of 4 exams and scored 28 out of 31 points! But I'm not sure if I passed chemistry... eh
First you didn't realize that Jungwon meant in the phrase: "be with you the real" because you saw only a boy who wanted to please everyone and make everyone like him. You could only support your observations with your confidence. Maybe there were other reasons, maybe he was looking for a benefit, maybe he was bored, you don't know. Although you can't say that you were interested, and in other words you haven't seen something deep and psychologically interesting.
Jungwon's parents ran a quite large business. In elementary school, you noticed that unlike other children, Jungwon always took his babysitter or their family's personal driver. From his lifestyle, there was always a sense of distinctive conservatism and some elite. It seems that he always has to be perfect and first in everything. Though he never used it and bragged as if he were trying to seem like everything. But still new clothes, personal driver, expensive car and a huge house that could fit a family with 5 children gave his status. You thought you'd be so bragging and arrogant. And who will condemn if many so did.
Yeah, he's doing fine but what price? Losing his personality? Walking on the heads of people who consider him a friend? In any case you can only do assumptions and expect you to cost your excessive observation and curiosity.It's like a game where there's no rewardonly risk.
When you came back to reality, you noticed Jungwon before the class. You didn't even bother to take off your headphones. After all silence is better than his disgusting pretense. You didn't want to listen to him.
When you turned your head out the window, you saw a few children, younger than you for a couple of years. They ran out into the street toward the shop. You can understand them, run off lessons to buy ice cream this is much more interesting than listening to boring theorems that are used only in the invented geometry world.
Jungwon, as head of this annoying class, gave the class to stand up and greet teacher mathematics. With a sigh, you took one earphone off, letting him hang on the wire.
- Today we have to distribute your seats - the teacher paused and looked at his disciples - who I hope you will stick with, because it will depend on the classroom cleaning roster. Jungwon please take care of it. - The teacher with respect and smiled at Jungwon, who was sitting somewhere in the classroom.
- Sure, it's on me. You can rely on me - Yang said. His face was shining with respect, and below the small font indicated: of course you trust me. - I'll make a list and give you it as soon as possible.
- All of you have to help him and try to dispose of the places between you, — the teacher said - until I took it personally. Time you until tomorrow, and now we start a lesson.
You didn't like it, your rightful place at the end of the class, the window was the place where you were screaming from the window to your ex boyfriend, where you and your friend who moved somewhere and never texted you back whispered about something not serious. But you knew you couldn't go again the great old class so you just hoped you'd not sit right in front of teacher or at least not with him.
All day, the students were fussing around Jungwon, they asked him to change the list to their favor. And so until last lesson. He only grinned and joked what would do it for the benefit,tilting his head down to the face of the girl and smiled wickedly at his eyes, which the girls giggled and blusued.
The last rays of the sunset painted the school office of yellow-red Blues, making a general look like a comic. The open window let in the smell of coffee from the shop next door, along with the freshness of the approaching summer. Though you were calm and talked only with one friend from another class between lessons, you seemed invisible. You didn't need many friends and noise around, just silence. But today after one news you got almost sick. You'd enjoy this beautiful picture with a calm soul if Yang Jungwon, that in all class you offered to become his neighbor on the party. In your head there is a thought: "he exactly does it specifically. Narcissistic!" How could you refuse him in the whole class? Especially when he loved by everyone, from teachers to street cats.
- so what? - Jungwon smiles brightly, as if enjoying his genius idea - how do you feel about your new place? As you asked. next to the window, of course not at the end of class but also not front.
That's how always, you only see the hidden stump in his words again. But now, he clearly said it with arrogance and a grin. Only for all this sounded like a proposal of help and a pity for one as you. His tone only made you keep your face from not to tear his face.
- Can't I sit alone? - you ask, hoping to get rid of such unwanted participation with Jungwon. - I can clean all classroom alone. that's okay
- Hey, and we have 28 people in class, because of you someone else will have to be on duty alone. - the classmate who intervened in your conversation, asking you, coming to the party you sat for - isn't that selfish on your part?
- It's all right - said Jungwon, pulling his body away from you, and thinking about the habit of getting a little bit of a mouth into a thin strip, says — if she doesn't want to sit with me, I can also do this alone, it's not so difficult. You know wash the floor and carry the bucket of water there quite bored, and I think you're a little too weak to carry that bucket multiple times. - His gaze rushed to you when he slowly and carelessly bowed his head to you.
- Okay - you gave in - let's sit together. - Your pride sat in silence while you swallowed a disgust like a heavy piece of flesh.
- That's good, after the lessons we meet today. And don't forget, you still need to fill out the form. I'll wait, and the teachers? Like they don't like you? I don't know if they wait for you, - He leaned closer over you, leaning on the desk you sat at. Nobody except you noticed that grin. He didn't even hide what he liked to play with you like with a rag doll.
Pressure on you from classmates and their position, Jungwon literally makes you his toy that can't resist him. And you know that this guy is great because now you really feel powerless and oppressive. It's like he knows your weaknesses.
- Okay, I'll do it today! - unwilling to listen to him, you interrupted him and sighed lazily, showing excessive fatigue.
All lessons ended, leaving great classroom spaces empty until the next school day. And now you're two, that you wouldn't want to. And you knew he was thinking something. In this office painted in warm light of the sunset. Laughter came from the window. and how would you like to be somewhere on the street and not with him in this dark classroom the walls of which are narrowing? You can't describe it in words.
Today your day is on duty, since you and Jungwon are sitting behind that poor desk. The only thing you can enjoy is that you at least took a seat by the window. And you will continue to listen to music and watch out the window and watch someone else's life and sink in your thoughts.
– Why did you do that? -as usual you interrupt the silence in the classroom. crossing arms on your chest, looked at the back of Jungwon, who cleaned the board from formulas and wrong solution to the problem. – You'd better start in an open form to mock me. I hope the others will see what you're like too.
The guy doesn't even think to answer and even more schedule his actions in detail. You only sighed and continued to wipe the windowsill from the dust, looking at him at the edge of your eye. By the way you just noticed that Jungwon's shoulders that all the girls in school whispered about, really wide. It is a good idea that if this guy was not with such an intolerable character now, he could become the perfect prototype for the main male character of romantic novella, where he plays the role of the most cheerful and most kind person. Although for someone Jungwon he is, for someone who sees only his beautiful mask.
Jungwon turns to you and approaches the bucket with water next to you, and you can finally see his face. To your surprise, there is no hint of that grin that, for unknown reason, caused a sense of danger in your mind. Guy's serious. His intentions were always unpredictable.
- Why are you so stubborn. Shut up and dust off. - he shoved a wet cloth into your hands, one he had soaked in a bucket and squeezed out. Without continuing his speech, he left to exchange dirty water for clean water.
You just frowned and started slowly and lazily washing the window sill right next to your seat. Usually you looked at the trees, the park that was visible from the window, and now you are ready to destroy this window sill so as not to wipe this unfortunate dust.
It was his voice and the sloshing of the water that brought you out of your thoughts.
༢ུ ྀུ synopsis: Who knew his mask was not so strong. And all because of chocolate and broken heart
༢ུ ྀུ warnings: rivalry, kinda flirting, idk it's just pure fluff and cliche enemies to lovers dynamic
༢ུ ྀུ parts: 1/???
༢ུ ྀུ Whore's note: I don't know why but I didn't touch the text for a couple of days, I'm a little lazy, but I read and edited it in one evening (yaaay)
You've never liked pretending, but for some reason it was very interesting to watch Yang Jungwon, the head of your class and almost the most beloved student of both teachers and students. You were extremely curious about how a person can wear a mask for so long and present themselves to people in a completely different light. It's like he's bored or being forced. Although he did it with such skill that one can hardly believe that he could do it under someone's control.
It started from the beginning. You didn't understand why everyone couldn't see that Jungwon was completely insincere in his emotions and words. "too sweet" as you liked to describe it. Of course, you went on to call him hypocritical. Sometimes you want to know why people are so blind. They all consider him their friend, but are you the only one who saw the irritation in his eyes? You've been studying with him since the first grade of elementary school, but even then he stuck to his image. His life was filled with love and approval, maybe you were jealous, and you made it up in your head. Or maybe you were right. You couldn't know exactly.
And every time he came up to you with a smile like he was ready to hug you and give you so many kisses on the cheeks, until his lips get tired, you were unfazed, of course you respected him because of his ethics and moral standards, but in your heart you just wanted to shut him up with something. Because his second personality was irritating to the bones, and you knew it, but you didn't exactly want him to use it on you.
On that school day, which fell on random day of May, when another of his girlfans gave him chocolate and confessed her love, you happened to see this picture. Jungwon, as always, rejected her gently, and gave her what you thought was unfounded hope. The girl nodded, and of course, dissolved and ran away. There were crystals of tears in her eyes. Such a tender scene, you might have thought. The fresh air from the window played in his dark caramel hair, the branches of a tree right outside the window waved to someone, in the sunlight, passing through the blinds, steals away and played with sunbeams on the walls and desks.
Suddenly, a dull sound interrupted this moment. Jungwon indifferently threw the box into the trash, that fell to the bottom of the basket with a thud. Neither the confession, nor the tears, nor the gift touched his heart, as if he was shutting himself off from everyone, and the reason is still unknown. He didn't even look at that box. But why? For him, these confessions are like a cup of coffee for breakfast. And somehow people didn't suspect anything when he just rejected everyone. It's like he's contradicting himself. The atmosphere around changed pole, and instead of a gentle picture of the early summer, you only see the Center of this picture: the dark and cold, irritated look of all the respected man who thought you despised everyone he met
- I wonder what she expected. – Chuckling, the guy asked himself with irritation in his voice. In this large and empty office, it seemed to him that the impact of the chocolate box on the bottom of the dumpster sounded very loud. - So annoying...
– Hmm... You're probably right - immediately drawing Jungwon's attention to yourself, you approached him from behind and slowly say. Like a predator you said and walked. The voice was dark and pristent, like "he" was .
He looked around with such innocent and big eyes that you really want to believe him, but you reminded yourself that this is just a game and an illusion. He turned around, his eyebrows arched and his eyes almost shone. And in that state, he looked like a lost kitten.
– Oh, Y/n, it's you! - And everything was as you expected - a fresh dose of pure sugar. he came closer with that bittersweet smile. He leaned on the desk from behind and straightened his hair.
- I'm wondering what they all want from you... - you point with your eyes at the box of chocolates in the the trash can, with your gesture letting him know that you saw everything - But you won't even taste the chocolate? She obviously made it herself, especially for you. That's... mean - you lowered your head a little bit and looked at him with your eyes.
You slowly pushed off the windowsill. The wind made your hair tangle and fly around you.
It's not that you really cared about this homemade chocolate given by a student one grade younger than you, but rather, you just wanted to see the reaction of the prefect.
His head sank as he smiled and laughed, as if he laughed at you.
- I don't know - He lifted his head to look at you from his feet. His gaze fell on the window behind you and then you directly into your eyes, burning a hole in them.
- Oh and! i needed you just right, by the way.- out of habit, pulling on his sweetest smile, and, slightly raising his eyebrows, continues. - You're the only one who still hasn't filled out the application form. Haven't decided where you're going to enroll yet? - He tilts his head his body swayed a little from side to side, so casually, as if he didn't broke the girl's heart.
– Hmm... Aren't you tired of turning on this feature every time you see someone? – you ask Jungwon. he narrows his eyes a little, looks into your eyes and raises his eyebrows again, indicating that he will not show aggression. Jungwon is obviously pretending like he doesn't understand what you meant.
- I'm sorry, what? – He curled his lips into a smile, but hissed a little through his teeth, showing incomprehension, his eyebrows rose. Jungwon continues to study the emotions on your face, as if scanning every special feature of your facial expressions. – If you're talking about the form, then it's okay. I'll talk to the teacher and ask him to wait a bit. But you know, we're graduates this year after all. You need to decide on the university you will apply to. – There's a certain excitement shining in Jungwon's eyes, now he's just playing and trying to get you out with his excessive friendliness, showing with his confidence that he's the only one leading the game.
- Who are you going to apply to anyway? I remember you're taking exams in social studies and biology, right? - He made a thoughtful face, and as always used this trick against everyone. Creating the illusion that he remembers you and notices the details. - You know, 3 years ago I didn't understand at all what subjects I was going to take. That's the feeling when there seems to be a lot of time ahead, but it turns out these years have passed so quickly. It was good then. - He tilted his head to the side, looking at the closet at the back of the classroom as if thinking of something else to say. And again, make it look like you've always been friends.
You rolled your eyes when you realized that he was taking the theme asidе. You're almost sick of the sweetness of his voice, and you have a sweet tooth, but you knew that behind that mask there was only bitterness. You no longer know how long you will be able to restrain the entire flow of unpleasant phrases and comments, because now, faced with his hypocrisy and pretense personally, the usually restrained and thoughtful you are very disgusted about this whole situation. You're tired of it.
- Yang Jungwon, I saw everything – you abruptly interrupt his instructions, and looking straight into the his eyes, slightly raising your calm voice, you continue. But there was that spark in your eyes, as if you had solved a crime, rather than the obvious truth that you had known for all 12 years. Jungwon looked at you with the same innocent look, as if you had accused him of something bad. His lips twitched as if he was holding back the words.
- Stop fooling me. You know exactly what I'm talking about, and I know exactly what you're trying to pull off right now. - You stood right in front of him and looked at him with your arms crossed.
You couldn't miss the change in Jungwon's emotions. It seems that he did not expect at all that such a neutral and calm person like you, in his opinion, would be able to say something like that to him at all.
- Ugh... You're really insufferable.
Jungwon shortens the distance himself, leaving less than one step between you, and you have to lift your head a little to keep looking into his eyes. Now it's a matter of principle for both of you to keep this long eye contact. His gaze immediately changed, became cold as steel, that tone was like ice water after a hot shower.
- Lee Y/N - he lowered his voice when saying your name, and it sent a shiver through your body.
- Do you dislike me that much? From the first grade to this day, you're the only one I haven't been able to find any contact with.- Pushing with his whole body, forcing you to sit on the desk from behind, Jungwon puts his hands on its edges, blocking your exit from both sides, and seeing your embarrassed face, he grins.
- Don't try, it won't work with me! - looking at Jungwon's handsome face right next to yours and returning your gaze to his catlike big eyes, you let him know that you are not going to back down at all. - Do you think I didn't know about this? - you looked him straight in the eye, and to be honest, this is the first time you've seen him so close, you really wanted to look at his face in smallest detail.
- Listen, Y/N... Do you want to ruin everything in the last year? You must be so bored or reckless. The guy says, stretching his words, but without the old grin on his face - You're not going to tell everyone, are you? Do you think anyone will believe you? - even though you didn't even think about telling everyone what happened but Jungwon's words like a knife thrust cut through in your mind a sense of injustice towards yourself and everyone around you.
- Since you hate pretending so much, maybe I should be the real me with you. You already know anyway, really, what's the point of holding back then, right? I hope this brightens up your last month here. - he tilted his head to the side and got a little closer to you so that you almost recoiled.
- Do you think I'm not used to it? I've put up with you for so many years! - confident, as you thought.
Jungwon breaks your eye contact by himself, slightly tilting his head back, finally pulling away from you.
- Then don't complain. It was your idea.
You see that predatory smile again and realize that this is probably the first time he has appeared in his true form for so long. Now you can see his real expression and his emotions...
- Still, you need to fill out the form, and you'll come to me tomorrow before classes.
In a low but confident voice, he addressed you without bothering to make eye contact. And a second later, he disappeared through the doorway.
With a strange feeling in your chest, you were left alone in the classroom, while his footsteps could be heard along the corridor, and the distant voices of some students who stayed to clean up the classroom according to the teacher's instructions.
The air became colder and it seemed easier to breathe after his departure. You freely exhaled the air that you had been holding in yourself. The wind was also playing with your hair, like that cheerful friend who is always there.
You straightened your hair and took the bag on your shoulder and went out, before leaving, you glanced at the box of chocolates that was lying in the trash.
It was as if a stone on your soul accompanied you home and with thoughts in your head you were thinking about tomorrow.
༢ུ ྀུ side characters: Sim Jake, Kim Sunoo, Lee Heeseung.
༢ུ ྀུ synopsis: How could you know that someone who was disgusted by a sugary mask would put a "stamp" on your friendship agreement in that way?
༢ུ ྀུ warnings:fluff, enemies to lovers, Jungwon is a little mean at first, rivalry, physical contact, references to abuse, jealousy. I'll add something later, but it's probably cotton candy and sweet tea.
- hm.. Aren't you tired of constantly pretending to be someone you're not? – you ask the guy, to which he narrows his eyes a little, looks into your eyes and raises his eyebrows again, indicating that he will not show aggression. Jungwon is obviously pretending like he doesn't understand what you mean.
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Jungwon shortens the distance himself, leaving less than one step between you, and you have to lift your head a little to keep looking into his eyes. Now it's a matter of principle for both of you to keep this long eye contact.
- Lee Y/N - he lowered his voice when saying your name, because it sent a shiver through your body
- Do you dislike me that much? From the first grade to this day, you're the only one I haven't been able to find any contact with. – Pushing with his whole body, forcing you to sit on the desk from behind, Jungwon puts his hands on its edges, blocking your exit from both sides, and seeing your embarrassed face, he grins.
ཥ Synopsis: Among the cute plush toys, your body will cease to be yours.
ཥ Warning: unprotected sex, violence, incest, non-con/dub-con, pet names, biting, blood play, cannibalism, loss of consciousness, innocent reader, groping, dacryphilia, age play, bruises, mention of abuse.
ཥ Whore's note: It's disgusting
Your ears are ringing with tremors that shake your bones. From the roughness of his hips, bruises may have already appeared on your ass and hips like nebulae on your skin, marking your delicate skin. Not only has a mess of your bodily fluids formed in your walls, but your brain can no longer come up with a single thought, as if you were in a dying state, the only thing you can do is howl and moan while you felt his hands on your body, traveling through different parts of your body like a map, searching for treasure.
With every push, your ponytails bounced on pillows with soft toys that watched you with contempt, at least some reminder of your innocence, which you told your parents about and promised to be obedient. Sunghoon's chest glistened with sweat, which dripped onto your small perky breasts, with proudly protruding nipples that burned with pain from the abuse of his mouth on them. Your cheeks were wet from his kisses and the tears that flowed from your eyes.
His balls slapped your lips, leaving dark and burning marks, your clit was swollen, and every atom of air pinched your tangle of nerves. His voice resonated in your ears:
"Little sister? Are you still conscious?"
His voice dripped with the fake sweetness of honey and the sympathy of a hypocrite, and his lips curled into a smile that showed your beloved fangs, as if he were a vampire:
"What would your mother think if she saw that her beloved little girl was so greedy for her brother's cock? Huh? Such a dirty whore..."
A hand swept across your cheek, leaving behind a burning trail. The pain and humiliation made your cheeks burn with shame. It also burns tears with salty flakes. Your thoughts have turned into mush between your legs.
You didn't feel anything except the thrusts, as if they wanted to knock something out of you. You closed your eyes, drowning in a storm of emotions. This whirlwind almost eclipsed everything around you, but something knocked you out of your rut.
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot right under your right breast. The pain was like red-hot swords piercing your ribs. Blood slowly oozed out of the wound, leaving a trail behind it, marking you as if you belonged to the darkest cult. Your piercing scream shattered the silence, it reverberated off the walls and in ears.
When you could open your eyes and get up on your hands to look at how your brother sucked on your wound and lapped up blood from there like an animal. His lips were all red, like he was a starving vampire. The fluid was slowly flowing down your ribs, as well as the warm seed from your exhausted and stretched hole. Your thoughts were flying at breakneck speed while Sunghoon was enjoying you like a dessert.
"It's so delicious... Your blood is like nectar... You don't mind if I drink a little, do you?"
In a state of shock, you could do nothing but gasp and tremble all over from weakness and fear, which bound you in chains. Adrenaline was surging in your blood, as if it was boiling at a tremendous temperature. Blurred spots played in front of your eyes. Tears covered your eyes like a veil. Your elbows were shaking, unable to move, and the pain was spreading through your veins. From the chest to the limbs, from the limbs to the heart, and from there the nagging feeling was already in the whole body, as if you were just a rag doll.
His moans penetrated your veins and spread through your body like an aphrodisiac. And his hands were kneading your body, trying to shape something. From your chest to your thighs and to your face to wipe away the salty and warm tears like blood.
His lips danced slowly on your smooth naked flesh, his eyes were closed, as if he was enjoying you like a dish from a five-star restaurant, like a delicacy.
The light pink sheet was stained with liquid. And there were stains and splashes on it. Like a tattoo on an innocent body, marking how dirty it is. There will definitely be a bite scar on your body now, just like that mark. Looking at it you will remember how disgusting you are.
Your weak pleas and hands couldn't push him away. Weak legs refused to move, and your back ached as if spine had been tied in a knot.,
"Hoonie! A-ah! It hurts... Please stop! Nghhhhh..."
Through the squeaking in your ears, you heard your own voice, which became a nightmare.
"It hurts a lot, I know. But you'll be patient for me, won't you?"
The voice wasn't sweet or angry. He was cold. The sharp ends of the ice floes in his voice cut into your brain, digging into your memory.
You were too ruined after hours of violence on your cunt, and after the shock, you were like paralyzed. Your nails dug into his shoulders, but he easily brushed you off, you could hardly move your legs, as they were very numb.
Your words don't mean anything to him. They are just noise that will caress his ears and enhance the euphoria of his actions and dirty thoughts. While he was biting your flesh and lapping up your blood. His fangs, which stood out so much, clung to you with force.
Your weakened body suddenly tensed up and the adrenaline immediately made your blood boil. They were slowly biting off a piece of you, taking away a piece of you, as if declaring that even your body was not yours. Your whole room is covered in fog, everything has acquired dark shades, and your stuffed animals are already watching in fright as you are being eaten alive.
You didn't even have time to let out a scream, as a heavy hand fell on you like an anvil and pressed your mouth
With every passing second, time dragged on. The blood flowed and flowed, and the pain paralyzed the body with fear. His soft lips felt like they were caressing you, just like when you broke your knee as a child. But the pain was so intense that the memories overshadowed it, otherwise you would have been broken, not your knee. With each touch, the dagger of terror dug into you, but did not pierce, leaving you tense.
The veil of tears and torment slowly subsided, and the strength left your body. But you knew it wasn't salvation. You didn't see the light at the end of the tunnel and the dead, you saw how on your white body, his head with black hair was chained to the epicenter of your pain, to the bright red flesh, which bloomed like a rose.
While Sunghoon was muttering into your exposed dermis, you couldn't hear a word. For a second, it seemed as if his lips were gently kissing your body, just like when you broke your knee as a child and he helped you like the best brother. Your thoughts were leaving you, you only understood one thing. You were about to lose consciousness.
Slowly, your eyes closed, you didn't even have the strength to think, and your thoughts sank deeper into your head than ever. Pain shot through your nerves and your whole body. The walls seemed to move chaotically due to the derealization of the air, there was too little, the next moment there was too much. You could hear your brother's slurping in your ears. It's disgusting. You could feel the warmth from his lips and your blood. You no longer knew how naked you were from the inside, how much flesh was exposed. Darkness.
But you heard his last words before your soul left your dirty body.
"Don't worry... It will stop hurting... You wanted to be with me forever..."
Just woke up to the news that Heeseung is leaving enhypen. I don’t even know what to say, this honestly came as a complete shock to me. I really never saw any signs of this, I honestly thought this was one of those groups that would be together until the need. But at the end of the day we do not know these artist personally or what they have to deal with. But please still support all members. This clearly isn’t any of their faults and im sure they had a long discussion about the future of enhypen. I can’t even imagine what they are all going through. Based off Heeseungs letter he posted it seems like it wasn’t an awful reason he left, he just had a different creative direction he wished to go. So I just pray people dont try and boycott enhypen because of it. Please continue to support the members as a group and individually, im sure this will be a rough time for the other all seven members and they do not need backlash.
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‡warning: established relationship, unprotected sex, humiliation, sex toys, oral (m receives), choking, moans/groans, pussy slapping, clit slapping, hair grip
‡whore's notes: English isn't my native language, so if I've forgotten anything, please let me know in the comments. Enjoy reading^^( ꈍᴗꈍ)
MeanDom!Sunoo is so loud, his throat constantly emitting growls and deep moans that penetrate you to the bones and into pussy
"Mmmh fuck—" slap "Ugh! So tight around my cock" groan
MeanDom!Sunoo speaks so dirty that your brain rots from praise or humiliation. If you've been a bad girl, don't expect mercy, he'll express his opinion.
"Fuck, you're so noisy. Keep your fucking mouth shut. You've already talked dirty today, now shut up in your pillow or I'll have to shut you up myself."
MeanDom!Sunoos hands are so gentle... But not in bed. Be prepared for questions in the morning about whether you're being beaten, otherwise how will you explain that your entire body is covered in handprints and bruises.
His hands took your throat, not just to show superiority, but to punish, to discipline. Your nipples are all red and swollen. He can't stop pinching and pulling them. He loves your cries of pain and pleas. But your pussy has been through the worst of it; it's already so horny it can't resist slapping you on the lips or clit.
MeanDom!Sunoo never gives you everything at once. Did you seriously think it would be that easy? Not with him.
He slowly pulls his fingers out of you to hear your moan. It's not enough, you want more. But be patient. His fingers slowly touched your clit, just pressing. Your hips tried to find stimulation, so he immediately removed his hand to your thigh
"No, don't move, otherwise you'll get nothing."
MeanDom!Sunoo and his love with mating press.
His hand holds your ankles and lowers them so low that your joints are already aching, threatening to tear. But at least his view is better than from a luxury home. Your plump lips closed around the base of his cock, trying to suck him deeper and chasing his length as he pulled out. Your ass was on display. The marks of his hands burned under his gaze.
MeanDom!Sunoos love for blowjobs is endless.
When he lazily lies on the bed and holds your hair, controlling the pace, your nose and eyes water. You tried so hard to take his entire length. Sometimes he just kept you in check, on days when he just wanted to relieve stress. But now he was moving your head like a sex toy. You could barely breathe, your throat was constricting around him, the veins of his penis were tearing at your tongue, tears were streaming down your face, your nose was also struggling to breathe, through whimpers and snot. In an instant, he lowered your head to the very bottom, your nose rested against the stubble of his pubis, your eyes closed tightly as your throat tried to accept a portion of his cream.
MeanDom!Sunoo loves sex toys.
Most often, he chains you to the bed and uses handcuffs. But sometimes he mercilessly destroys you with a vibrator, pressing it against your clit and nipples. How cruel! He brings you to the edge, until you're hanging over a precipice into which you'll fall with an orgasm, but he quickly takes that feeling away. He also loves collars on you. He tugs at them when you're on all fours. He drags you to the bed by the collar like a mongrel and throws you on the mattress, and then he chokes you with it when you're on all fours.
Note: Fuck, I wrote this from midnight to 4 am, so I hope you liked it :)
♪ Synopsis: Riki slowly destroys you with his fingers on a winter night
♪ Warning; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! established relationship, fingering, moaning, pet names.
† whore's notes: English isn't my native language, so if I've forgotten anything, please let me know in the comments. Enjoy reading^^( ꈍᴗꈍ)
Through the whistling snowstorm outside, quiet, obscene slurping sounds could be heard, interspersed with your plaintive moans. Many curse words had flown from your mouth, but these were more obscene than usual. The air around the two of you swirled and became thick, as if you could touch it.
The man responsible for this evening was staring at you, one hand on your hip, his eyes watching you, reading every muscle contraction. His dark hair fell over his forehead, and his swollen lips were parted, as if mesmerized by the image of you before him. His long, skillful fingers moved with a steady rhythm within your warm walls. It was as if he wanted to reach the deepest spots inside you. While your swollen and neglected clit burned, each touch of the thick air burned hotter than fire; it was pure arousal.
After another thrust, after touching a new spot inside you, you couldn't take it anymore. A breath of air escaped your lips like a soul, accompanied by his name:
«Riki...»
After this pathetic sound, his lips twisted into a smirk, as if he'd received a reward.You don't remember how long you lay there, sinking deeper into pleasure. 15 or 50 minutes passed. You didn't even think twice. His already enormous ego was constantly fed by your whining. And he replied smugly:
«Yes, baby? Is something wrong?»
His voice dripped with feigned pity. He loved seeing you like this, burning up inside and out, unable to utter a coherent sentence.
With difficulty, gathering all your strength and the last sparks of reason, you squeezed out a pitiful and whining:
«I'm so close... Don't stop... I wanna kiss you so bad»
Your words were interrupted by sighs and attempts to collect your thoughts, which were accompanied by jolts in your warm center.
He leaned towards you not to kiss you, but to examine your condition and say directly in your ear:
«I know. But good girls wait and don't ask for what they won't get. You can be patient for me, right?»
He didn't even hide the fact that he was making fun of you. His tone was filled with He didn't even try to hide the fact that he was mocking you. His tone was laced with mockery. And when you nodded, turning your head to the side, his grin widened. His free hand rose to brush a few strands of hair from your hot, flushed face. Slowly, his fingers slid down your face, from your temple to your cheek, from your cheek to your chin. He turned your head so that his gaze bit off little pieces of you, of your resolved mind, of your body that briefly threatened to explode. And also his fingers that caressed you in waves with one suffocating rhythm. You no longer felt anything, but he saw everything. He saw you, he undressed you, he will destroy you.
«Don't hide from me. You're so pretty like that»
Your folds opened to his touch, they burned with a pink fire from such a long torment, and they swelled. Should I mention the mess you made, or him? It's more likely you're both. Under the light of the street lamps, the light of the short ones jumped from snowflake to snowflake to reach other people's windows, or the moon that looked straight at you with disdain. However, you were only concerned with the hot and viscous wave of honey pleasure, it spread through your veins and began to boil.
With each passing second, the knot in your stomach tightened more and more painfully, pressing against his fingers, which, like tentacles wet with your juices, caressed every inch of you, teasing and pushing you to that very edge. A few more moments and you'll fall over the edge of a sweet sensation, the sugar on your tongue and the electric impulses in your legs hitting your head. That's what they call an orgasm.
«Come to me»
Suddenly, the words flew from his mouth as if programmed. They caressed your ears. Nothing went unnoticed. Now his free hand was stroking your waist. Up, caressing your nipple, down, soothing your numb thighs. Your ears barely caught his words, and as if on cue, you threw your head back, as if you'd been struck with a blunt object. Your back arched toward him, awaiting his touch. Your legs tensed and shook faintly from the intoxicating sensation.Your mouth opened and your vocal cords, sore from endless whimpering, let out one last moan. His name. Millions of needles pierced you through and through, and the only thing that calmed you down was his measured strokes, the fingers that were inside you were already clean after he sucked out everything he squeezed out of you.
«I got you, baby»
His whisper calmed you and grounded you back into bed. A warm feeling enveloped you, as did the blanket he draped over you. He lay down next to you and held your exhausted, pleasure-wracked body close to him. You listened to his heartbeat as the snowstorm outside died down and a few snowflakes reflected on the walls.
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