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welcome to the slutty network!!

this is a place for us to post our collabs and rb fics and etc.!!

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@sluttywonwoo - kaili (she/her)

@sluttyminghao - alicia (she/her)

@sluttywoozi - emily (she/her)

[sluttywoozi]

Hi everyone,

I’m crying as I type this, but I think the time has come for me to say goodbye to this blog.

For now, at least. 

It’s been over a year since I last successfully wrote something, and it definitely has not been for lack of trying. It’s like I’ve lost the thread that connected my imagination with my ability to produce words that mean anything, and I don’t know how to find it again. I’m not saying that I never will, but at this stage of my life, trying to write just isn’t something I can dedicate my time and energy to anymore. 

I don’t plan on taking this blog or my work down, but I will be operating solely from @fallinwoozi from now on. I’m hoping that this will remove the pressure I feel when posting and allow me to be more present and social. 

I will forever be grateful to you all for your support and friendship and love over the past almost four (!) years. You taught me that my thoughts and creations have value, and helped me get out of a comfort zone I didn’t even realize I was stuck in. 

To Kaili, my best friend - thank you for bringing me into this world and helping me cultivate a space to call my own. 

To the @sluttynetwork, @svthub, and @k-vanity, thank you for taking me in and allowing me to grow with you.

Ta for now 💖

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I wanna join the slvtty group so bad I wanna be one of you I literally pray to you three all day all night for having the most wonderful fics and smuts

sorry for seeing this so so late lolol but we are so glad you love the sluttynetwork as much as we do! we each pride ourselves in our work and its so wonderful for it to be recognized! thank you darling!

~alicia

[sluttyminghao]

so, i'm not quite at 10k just yet but I do want to get a headstart on this because it's approaching quickly! i cannot believe there is almost 10,000 of you following me, reading and interacting with my work, all that fun stuff.

thank you, so so much. you honestly don't know what this means to me. anyway! now that the sappy stuff is out of the way, let's get into the celebration.

thank you also to the members of @svthub and also to @sluttywonwoo and @sluttywoozi for all being very slay and keeping me sucked into the diamond horny life ilysm

to celebrate, i'm giving you guys creative freedom to ask me anything you want! you can ask for nsfw OR sfw, but as this is a nsfw blog I will be keeping the sfw to a minimum.

here's what you can ask for:

most to least

reactions (ot13, group, solo, random mix)

drabbles (500 words or less)

send me a member x kink and ill write a drabble

send me a member x prompt of your choice and you'll get a drabble (can be nsfw or sfw)

nsfw or sfw thoughts

you can also send in as many asks as you want!

here is what I won't be doing

full fics - i do not have the time to be writing long fics right now and I'm in a terrible writers block phase right now, so any requests for fics will be deleted.

as always, pls adhere to my guidelines on what I wont write, and have fun! thanks for sticking around!

all asks will be tagged with #10k celebration if you don't wish to see the posts and want to blacklist it!

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Interlude No. 1: Your first car ride with Seungkwan as a married couple and he's already got his hand up your dress.

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~2.6k | Pairing: bsk x reader | Genre: smut

Interlude No. 2: There's just something about waking up to Jihoon hard against you at 3 AM.

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~1.9k | Pairing: ljh x reader | Genre: smut

Interlude No. 3: Life with a new baby is different, and four months into it, you and Seungcheol return to something familiar.

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~1.8k | Pairing: csc x reader | Genre: smut

Interlude No. 4: Twice, Mingyu has tried to go home and the third time, he actually makes it out of the door. So why has he come back?

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~2.7k | Pairing: kmg x reader | Genre: smut, fluff

Interlude No. 5: You've been laying in Wonwoo's arms for hours, watching him play video games. Or, more accurately, watching his hands as he plays video games.

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~2.3k | Pairing: jww x reader | Genre: smut

Interlude No. 6: Joshua has been away for three long, agonizing weeks, so really, it's not your fault that you wrap yourself around him as soon as he gets home.

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~2.6k | Pairing: hjs x reader | Genre: smut

Interlude No. 7: You snap at Jun and he teaches you a lesson in the art of patience.

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~2.6k | Pairing: wjh x f!reader | Genre: smut

Interlude No. 8: You're ovulating, and Soonyoung's hand is on your thigh, and if you weren't in this uber, you'd already be stuffed full of his cock.

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~2.5k | Pairing: ksy x reader | Genre: smut

Interlude No. 9: Jeonghan broke up with you three months ago, so why is he at your door now?

Rating: sfw (minors still shouldn’t be here) | WC: ~3.3k | Pairing: yjh x reader | Genre: angst, hurt/comfort, a lil romance

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Undone | kmg x fem!chubby!reader

Mingyu's the CEO of his company, he can't be late. But, then again, maybe he can when his goddess of a girlfriend is tempting him like this.

Rating: M (18+) | WC: 2.3k | Genre: smut, romance

Warnings: ceo!mingyu, masturbation, clit stim, oral f.rec., multiple orgasms, big dick!mingyu, shower sex, light choking, unprotected sex, creampie, mingyu is sooooo in love w u, cum eating, little sir kink at the end

Reader Notes: chubby, has breasts and a vagina, live in gf

Mingyu watches as you wake slowly, your eyes blinking open to find dust floating through sunbeams and him half naked in front of you. He’s in the process of buttoning up his slacks, his biceps flexing with the movement and drawing your eye before your gaze inevitably lands on his toned chest and abdomen. You’re so busy staring that you don’t even notice he is too, his eyes caught on the way the sheets drape over your lush, naked body.

The white of the fabric makes your skin glow, and it’s thin enough he can trace every roll and curve and hill, the thickness, the sturdiness of you intoxicating to him as always. He doesn’t need to be gentle with you, but he usually is anyway, doesn’t like touching you with anything but love and tenderness (unless, of course, you ask for something different, or draw it out of him on your own).

His devotion to you is staggering at times, sheer adoration making his heart swell in his rib cage when he so much as thinks of you. And when he’s near you? All of his thoughts are consumed with how you’re feeling: if you’re happy, if you’re in need or want, if you’re in love. He does his best to make sure you’re happy at all times, that you don’t need or want for anything, and with just one look into your eyes, he knows that you’re just as gone for him as he is for you.

It’s the most secure and fulfilled he’s ever felt in a relationship, and everything is made better by the fact that you’re a fucking goddess.

A goddess who’s only just noticed his staring.

You smile up at him shyly, clutching the sheets to your full breasts with one hand and reaching the other out to him. He takes it, pulls it to his lips to press an affectionate kiss on the back before giving it a squeeze and releasing it before you can pull him into your orbit. He needs to finish getting ready for work, he may be the CEO but that doesn’t mean he can be late (technically, it does, but Mingyu knows that if he lets himself get caught up in you, he won’t go to work at all).

He grabs his undershirt from the end of the bed and leans down to give you a soft, slow kiss as he pulls it on, his fingers going clumsy when you nip his bottom lip.

Work, work, work, he chants in his head, nearly cursing when he feels your tongue swipe over the stinging spot. He does swear as he pulls away, his pout mirroring yours and his feet carrying him toward the en suite so he doesn’t climb right back into bed with you.

He moves through the rest of his routine quickly, humming to himself and trying to fix his messy, cropped hair with some pomade and prayer. He let it get so long before this last haircut, and the shortness is taking some getting used to. You’ve told him you love it though, so he loves it too.

He’s brushing his teeth when you enter the bathroom, clad in just your panties with your tits on full display. His cock twitches in his slacks and he groans around the toothbrush, his hands going to brace himself on the counter as he hangs his head to escape the sight of you. He waits until he hears the shower start up to spit and rinse, inspecting his teeth in the mirror and doing his absolute best to ignore the sight of your silhouette through the foggy shower door.

He leaves to get a button down and a tie, pausing in the middle of the bedroom to put it on and do a double Windsor, and just as he’s tightening it, he hears a sharp gasp over the patter of the shower water hitting the marble.

His eyes clench shut and he fights the urge to sink to his knees, his restraint nearly spent, as he realizes that you’re fucking touching yourself. You’re touching yourself, and he has to go to work, but how can he leave when he knows that you get to feel that perfect cunt and he doesn’t?

So with trembling fingers he undoes the knot, flinging the tie on the bed before ripping his button down and undershirt off. He unbuttons his slacks as he walks, letting them fall and stepping out of them (and just barely tripping on one pant leg). He yanks the shower door open and climbs in still wearing his gray boxer briefs, his hard cock pulling the fabric taut as it darkens with precum and drops of water.

You’re leaning against the wall with your head tilted back and your eyes gently shut but they fly open when he enters the shower, your gaze finding his as your expression of pleasure becomes one of shock.

“What, baby? Did you really think I’d go, knowing what you’re doing?” He crowds into you, his throbbing dick pressing against your soft belly, trapping your hand between his body and yours.

“Yes?” You sound unsure, as if you really did expect that.

“Wait, you weren’t trying to get me to stay?” He’s confused, why have you been so fucking alluring if you weren’t trying to seduce him into not going to the office?

“I mean, of course I want you to stay, but I was actually trying to let you go for once,” you shrug, and he can hear it in your voice that it’s the truth.

“Why were you naked when you came into the bathroom, then?”

“Because your natural reaction to me taking my shirt off is pinning me against a wall, I figured not putting on one might be better.”

Hm. Mingyu supposes that’s fair.

“Well, do you want me to go?” He asks almost rhetorically, knowing you’ll say-

“No! Stay, Gyu,” you throw your arms around his neck and pull him into a kiss, one he returns without thought. Kissing you, loving you, is as easy as falling asleep in a sunbeam.

Even easier is slipping his hand between your thighs and feeling at the arousal that’s gathered. You’re wet and messy all over, your clit hard and swollen under the pad of his finger as he rubs tight, fast circles, aiming to make you cum before you can even take another breath.

He groans into your mouth, cups one of your breasts with his free hand, and presses harder, swallowing your sounds as you shudder in bliss against him. He breaks away and drops to his knees when your noises start to die down, pulling one thick thigh onto his shoulder and burying his face in the oasis of your pussy.

Your taste coats his tongue, every thought in his head drifting away as he pushes it inside of you, feeling your inner muscles fluttering around it and groaning at the sensation. The vibrations make you whimper and he shoves his nose into your clit, desperate to hear that sound again, to make you make that sound again.

His hands sink into your plush ass and pull you onto him, encouraging you to roll your hips and ride his face, his fingers dimpling your skin and spreading you open so he can get his tongue even deeper. He feels drunk with it, his pulse in his cock as it leaks into his underwear and his heart in his throat as he pushes you higher and higher.

He just wants you to cum, needs to feel it, taste it, own it, needs to know that he’s making you feel good. Tears burn in his eyes when you break, his lungs aching with a lack of air, but he used to be a swimmer, so he can handle a little breath holding and some watery eyes if it means he gets to feel you gush into his mouth.

And you do gush, oh, you get so wet it drips down his chin, so wet it paints his taste buds, so wet it makes his stinging eyes roll back in his head as he feels his cock jerk with a dry orgasm. He can’t stop moaning into you, your pleasure so relentless it’s become his own, heat spooling in his stomach as his balls fill and tighten.

He stands swiftly, his knees only slightly shaky, and shucks his now soaked boxers before taking his dick in his hand and guiding it between your legs. He wants to give you some time to come down so he doesn’t slide in yet, just drags his cockhead through your folds and nudges it against your clit until your hands delve into his hair and pull.

“Mingyu-” He’s inside you before you can begin your threat, sinking home in one easy thrust and groaning loudly into the steamy air as he settles into heaven. That's how you feel, like euphoria embodied, like every wish and every dream encapsulated in one person. His person.

“Fuck, I love you,” he sighs into your mouth, swallowing your words when you repeat them back and thanking you with a deep roll of his hips. His cock is thick, long, and just a little bit curved, just enough that he can tap your g-spot if he angles his hips right, and once he gets one of your legs up around his waist, it’s perfect.

You open up for him even more, your cunt still stretched enough from last night that he glides in and out of you with ease, though your walls hug him like a vise with every hit to your g-spot. One of his hands grips at the fat of your thigh and the other comes up to cup your throat, pressing you into the heated shower wall.

His big hand is gentle on your neck as he squeezes, your pulse thundering under his touch as your eyelashes flutter. He doesn’t hold tight for long, just until he knows you’re dizzy with a lack of air (and with a lot of dick), letting go when he feels your lungs try to expand against his chest.

His hand leaves your neck to palm your breast, his fingers plucking and rolling your nipple as you gasp and whine and arch into him. He fucks you like that, with one hand on your luscious breast and the other on your supple thigh, until the shower is so steamy he can barely breathe, until tears are mixing with the falling water, until you cry out for him.

“Mingyu, I want you to cum in me so bad,” you breathe, clenching him tight with your perfect pussy and pulling his hair, knowing it’ll make him come undone. He has no choice but to obey, his heavy balls drawing up and his cock getting even harder inside you as his mind goes blank and he fills you with hot, white cum.

He doesn’t know how long it goes on or what he says, all he knows is that when it’s over, his throat is hoarse and your skin is hot against his like you’re blushing. Most likely things about how he’ll never want anyone but you, how your body is the only one that will ever take him again, how he’ll get lost in your eden day after day after day, for as long as you’re willing to have him.

So, a marriage proposal, basically.

He doesn’t think you’re opposed, considering the fact that you’re shivering and cumming around his still-hard cock, the undulations of your walls pulling the last bit of ecstasy from him. You keep your arms wrapped around his neck as he melts into you, his whole body curling around yours as he drags his hands away from your breast and thigh to wrap you up in a hug.

Your leg stays locked around him for as long as you can hold it up, and when you get tired and let it fall, he simply gathers you closer to him, holding you up so you can relax your legs and relax into him. He presses his lips along your neck and jaw, making his way to your mouth to capture you in a deep, slow kiss as his softening cock slips out of you.

The shower still hasn’t run cold and Mingyu thanks himself for springing for his own water heater when he remodeled this penthouse. It means there’s enough time for both of you to bathe and make out a little more, and for him to eat his own cum out of your pussy before rinsing you clean with gentle hands.

You’re dozing against him when he shuts the shower off and opens the door, steam escaping and filling the bathroom, making him pout when the mirror fogs up and he can no longer see your nude form in the reflection.

He wraps you up in a towel and attempts to wrap your hair up in your microfiber towel too, though he must be doing it wrong because you wake up enough to do it yourself, pushing his hands away and bending over to twist your hair in the towel. He’s fucking insatiable, apparently, because all he can think about is sliding into you and fucking you again, holding you just like that.

“Don’t you have to get to work?” You ask when he makes no move to dry himself off or leave the bathroom, instead sidling up behind you and grasping your hips.

“I’m the CEO, I can miss one day,” he murmurs as he presses his hand to your back, keeping you bent over.

“Whatever you say, sir.”

Oh fuck, he’s dead.

AN: posted this barely 11 hours ago on my patreon but i got too excited to keep it from y'all!! i'm really happy with this one, i tried to go with the flow more and i like the direction it went! thank you @bbychocolat for being my first eyes on this fic 💖

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Reason For The Season

Your husband has been kissing you at the most random of times in the most random of places. You love it, of course, but you are a little confused.

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~3.9k | Pairing: Joshua x f!reader

Technically within the husband!joshua universe but can be read as a standalone

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 

Warnings: husband!joshua, weak setup for dirty nasty sex, dom!josh to desperate!josh, kissing, nipple play, thigh riding, fingering, face sitting, gentle choking, dacryphilia, size kink, multiple orgasms, slight condescension, biting/marking, rough sex, unprotected piv sex, creampie, breeding kink but just the cum part, one spank

Reader Notes: called good girl, has breasts and a vagina, wap

The first time Joshua kisses you out of the blue, you’re laden down with groceries and struggling to get in the door.

He’s on his way to help you, but you’re not a two trip person and though you know he’ll playfully roll his eyes and heave a big old sigh at you, you also know he’d do the exact same thing.

When he rounds the corner and speeds over, you expect him to relieve you of some of the bags, but instead he cups your cheek and draws you into a deep, slow kiss. One that makes you want to drop everything to sink your hands into his hair and pull him even closer to you, if only one bag didn’t have eggs and another didn’t have wine.

By the time he releases you, your fingers are screaming for help and your body is screaming for him. All he does is lean down and take half the bags from you before strolling to the kitchen and starting to put perishables away, as if he didn’t just kiss you stupid in the entryway of your house.

The second time, you’re washing lunch dishes as he prepares dessert for later. Elbow deep in hot, soapy water, you barely even notice him coming up behind you and pressing a kiss to your cheek. Until he wraps his arm around your waist and grasps your jaw with his free hand, turning your head so he can lock your lips together as he pushes his hips into yours.

You’re trapped there, stuck between the counter and Joshua’s toned body as he kisses you until you’re breathless, until your fingertips are pruney, until you’re ready to beg him for more. He doesn’t give you a chance, breaking away and returning to his peppermint bark mousse before you can even wipe your hands of the bubbles to hold him to you.

Your brain buzzes, your body warm and staticky as you attempt to recover from the whiplash. You pick up a plate, slowly scrubbing it as you replay the moment in your mind, pressing your lips together to chase the sensation of his mouth on yours.

The third time it happens, you’ve just stepped out of the shower. The towel isn’t even fully around your body before he’s walking into the bathroom, stepping into your space, and pulling you into a kiss with one hand on your neck and the other on your hip.

He doesn’t seem to care that the water on your body is soaking into his clothes, or that you’re dripping all over the bathroom floor. The only thing that seems to matter to him is keeping his lips on yours and tasting every inch of your mouth with his tongue.

His hands grip you tight, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hip as he encourages you to press up against him, his hardening cock brushing your belly through his boxers. You assume he means to end the kiss abruptly again, but you don’t think he's capable of removing himself from you now.

Not when you’re naked and soaking for him, panting into his mouth with your arms wrapped around his neck. You’re not letting him get away this time.

(and if that means he fucks you over the bathroom counter, so be it)

The fourth time is when you finally figure it out.

You’re winding down in bed together, Joshua reading a book with one hand and playing with your hair with the other as you rest your head against his thigh, scrolling through Pinterest for holiday decoration ideas. It startles you when he snaps the book shut and slides it onto his nightstand, but you’re not shocked this time when he hauls you into his lap and leans down to press his lips to yours.

He kisses you thoroughly, as he always does, sipping from your lips like you’re his favorite wine and sighing like you’re his salvation. Maybe you are if he’s willing to hang mistletoe from nearly every highpoint in the house just so he has an excuse to make out with you.

You didn’t notice it before, but there’s some on the ceiling fan above you, and some in the doorway too, and if you had to bet, it’s probably in the foyer, kitchen, and bathroom too.

He doesn’t need an excuse to make out with you but you appreciate his festive and romantic side, and you’d be lying if you said it doesn’t make your heart swell to think of him decorating with the sole intent of getting his lips on yours.

It’s just such a Joshua thing to do, and you can’t help the grin that stretches your mouth any more than you can help the whine that leaves it when he slides that big hand under your head and tilts you so he can get at your neck.

“Figured it out, huh?”

His kisses trail along your jaw to your ear and down, his teeth digging into the sensitive skin of your throat as a moan vibrates beneath his lips.

You can feel him press his smile into you, his ever present delight at your reactions making you want to react for him even more. It’s not like it’s hard, the sounds leave you before you can think to make them, your pleasure audible as he makes his way to your breasts and sucks your nipple into his mouth through the thin fabric of your sleep shirt.

He’s still cupping your head with one hand, making you feel supported and loved as he brings his free hand up to pluck and pinch your other nipple. The warmth of his mouth and the feeling of his tongue dragging over you are muted, but the friction of your top adds another layer of sensation that already has heat sparking between your thighs.

You’re probably wet, honestly, you probably soaked your pajama shorts as soon as he wound those long, thick fingers in your hair, but neither you nor Joshua will find out until he’s had enough of your tits, which could take hours.

He’s only just switched to the other side, the cool air of your bedroom brushing over the dampened fabric of your top and tightening your nipple to a near painful peak. He twists it, rolls it, pulls it as he sucks and sucks and sucks at its twin. Your pussy throbs in time with your nipples, your clit aching for stimulation, and, hoping he’s engrossed enough in your breasts not to notice, you shift until you’ve got one of his thighs between yours and grind down.

The pressure and friction is heavenly, exactly what you wanted, and the needy moan that tumbles out of your mouth would be embarrassing if he didn’t respond with a groan so deep, you feel it in your stomach.

He notices, of course, he notices, but instead of stopping you like you expect, he takes his hand out of your hair to grasp your hip, encouraging you to move.

“Want you to cum like this, baby,” he murmurs into your chest, rucking up your shirt so he can get his lips on your skin and sighing at the taste of you as soon as it hits his tongue. You can feel the heat and texture of his mouth so much better without your shirt in the way, and a sharp pulse of want shoots through you when he starts to suck and you start to grind.

His thigh is firm and toned between yours, and when you tilt your hips into him just right, you can feel his muscle pressing your clit against your pelvic bone. It makes you feel warm all over, makes you feel soft and syrupy sweet for him, makes you want to just melt into his body and work your hips over him until you break.

Which is exactly what you do, with Joshua’s help, of course.

He pulls you forward and pushes you back, guiding your rhythm as he licks and sucks at your nipples until they’re both swollen and spit-slick. They’re throbbing in time with your clit, and just when you think you’ll cum from the combination of both, he’s pulling away.

You whine and buck your hips in frustration, but he just shushes you gently and wraps his free hand around your throat. You still in his hold immediately, the only movement in your body being your racing heart and pulsing, clenching cunt as you wait for him to squeeze.

Joshua always chokes you softly, lovingly, always keeps his eyes locked with yours so he can stay connected to you, always loosens his grip before you start to struggle for air. It makes you feel safe with him, feel cared for, and the sensation of his big, warm hand covering your neck makes you feel weak for him, too.

He knows it all, because he knows everything about you, and it’s obvious by the slightly smug,  mostly adoring glint to his eye. He tightens his grasp, his long fingers compressing your throat as he starts to drag you over him again. You hiccup in a breath as best you can and roll your hips, staring into his heavy-lidded eyes and feeling the wave of pleasure approach you for the second time.

You wonder if he’ll edge you again or if he’ll let you cum, and all you can do is desperately grind your covered pussy into his thigh and hope hope hope he won’t stop you again. There’s a little quirk to his mouth, a small smirk stretching his lips, and knowing how proud it makes him feel to take you apart just makes you hotter.

With his hand wrapped around your throat and his thigh pressing into your aching clit, you fall to pieces in his lap, trembling and whimpering and, fuck, you’re even tearing up. It’s just so good, he’s just so good, making you cum without even really touching you, without feeling any real pleasure for himself.

He always takes care of you, and you do your absolute best to take care of him and make him happy in return. It’s what makes your marriage so easy, so blissful, so peaceful.

“I love you,” you gasp out, your tears bubbling up and spilling onto your cheeks as he loosens his grip on your neck.

His smirk softens into an ardent smile, his hand coming up to cup your cheek and brush the saltwater away with his thumb before sliding it into your mouth and whispering, “I love you, baby. Now get on my face, there’s somewhere else I need to kiss.”

You shiver and climb off of him as he shuffles down the bed, his hands tugging your knees to rest above his shoulders one by one. He wrenches your shorts down your thighs, a groan rumbling in his chest when he sets eyes on the mess between your legs.

You’re drenched, just like you knew you’d be, and there’s no doubt he can smell you because you can smell yourself, the heady aroma of your arousal making your cheeks flush as he all but yanks you onto his face.

Usually, he has some amount of finesse, likes to lick and suck and kiss you into a frenzy before he even touches your clit or your entrance, but he almost seems frantic tonight. Like if he doesn’t get you all over his tongue, he’ll starve. Like if he doesn’t devour you now, he’ll never get to again.

Neither of which are true because you feed him well and frequently, both with your cooking and with your cunt, but it’s not like you’re going to complain about your hot ass husband eating you out like you’re his last meal.

You don’t even have the capacity to complain when he sucks your clit into his scorching, wet mouth, his tongue flicking back and forth over it as he takes long pulls. You fold immediately, bending over to brace yourself on the headboard and feeling your pussy clench up around nothing.

Before you can ask, you feel two of his thick fingers primed at your entrance, feel them sinking into you with ease, the sudden fullness sending you spiraling over an edge you didn’t even realize you were creeping up to.

He doesn’t stop, doesn’t let up in the least, instead sucking your swollen little clit even harder and crooking his fingers toward your abdomen, finding the spot that makes you gush with well-practiced fingertips. You curl over him, cloaking him with your upper body and perhaps suffocating him, not that he’d let even that stop him at this point.

You’re going to cum again, without question, and you’re going to cum exactly when and how Joshua wants you to. Apparently, he wants you to drench his face, his fingers relentless inside of you and his mouth insatiable as he sucks sucks sucks, moaning the whole time. The vibrations push you into your third orgasm, your body shaking above him and your cries loud in the relative silence of your home.

Over the roaring in your ears, you can just barely hear him gasping for air, so you let yourself fall off of him and to the side, your legs pressed tightly together as you shudder through aftershocks of electric bliss.

You’re still panting, your cunt pounding along with your heart, when you feel his body behind yours. His rock hard cock digs into your ass through his boxers, and before you’ve even stopped shaking, he’s freeing himself, spreading your cheeks, and sliding home.

Your walls welcome his fat dick like it’s a missing piece of you, your muscles hugging him tight, drawing him in deeper and deeper even as you whimper and squirm against him.

“Just take it, honey, hm? Take it for me,” he forces out through gritted teeth, the sheer euphoria of your cunt stealing his self control. He lets you adjust but not for long, not that you need much time when he fucks you nearly every single day. He bucks into you smoothly, rolling his hips against yours and filling you with his cock again and again, his dick so big you can feel it in your throat even after all this time together.

“I know you fucking love this, love when I fuck you how I want, use you like I want. Because I always take care of you first, right, baby?”

“Yes, Joshua,” you whine, fully aware that he expects an answer even when he’s rooted so deep inside, it’s like he’s met the end of you.

His whole body is aligned with yours like this and you can feel every muscle pressed into you, his toned pecs brushing against your back and his big biceps winding around you to pull you even tighter into his chest. He’s barely fucking you now, just rutting into you as his precum seeps out, his cock so long and thick that he doesn’t even need to move to make you feel good.

You can hear him grunting and groaning in your ear, hear his dirty whispers, his promises to fill you up until it leaks out of you, to fuck you until you cry again, to make you his each and every day for the rest of your lives. It’s all so much, almost too much, and before you have a chance to warn him, you’re cumming around his cock.

He whimpers behind you, the sound going straight to your clit as you wriggle in his arms, trying to run from the pleasure overtaking you. Joshua doesn’t allow it, shoves his hips into yours and rolls you onto your stomach, the new angle forcing his cockhead into your g-spot and making you let out a broken shout.

Sometimes he lets your orgasm take him too, but it seems tonight is not one of those times. He just keeps going, getting his arm under your hips and hauling them into the air, his dick jostling within your walls at the movement. You try to rise up on your hands too but he presses a palm between your shoulders and pushes you down, whispering, “Ass up for me. That’s right, baby, just like that. I’m not fucking done with you yet.”

You hope he never is, hope he stays inside of you forever, fucks you forever, a stilted whimper escaping you when he pulls his hips back. He’s filling you again soon enough, the size of him making each thrust impactful even though you’re so wet, you can feel it splattering against your thighs with every smack of his hips into your ass.

He can feel it too, and one of his hands leaves your hip to dip between your legs and feel around where he’s plugging you up. He gathers some arousal and drags it up to your sensitive, swollen clit, rubbing sedate but hard circles as he pounds into you. He’s going to make you cum again, and all you want is for him to cum with you this time.

“Joshua, please,” you cry out, your eyes burning with tears just like he wanted.

“Please what, baby? I can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me, can I?” He breathes, knowing full well exactly what you need from him.

“Please cum inside me, I want it so bad,” you weep, your back arching until he’s hitting you so deep, you almost can’t stand it. You never want it to stop though, and the beauty of having this gorgeous, perfect man as your husband is that it never needs to. He can fuck you into the mattress every day, like he promised, and you’ll take it like the-

“Good girl, using your words. I knew you could do it, baby,” his voice trembles as he coos at you, the depth of it enough to make you clench around him. You love when he talks to you, when he talks down to you, and that’s a fact with which he’s very well acquainted. He never hesitates to use it against you, or maybe use it for you, and you know it’s only a matter of time before you’re shattering around him. You’ll be damned if you don’t take him with you, though.

So you pull out all the stops, clenching and squeezing around him until he’s jerking inside you, whining his name until he’s repeating yours under his breath, begging him for his cum until finally, finally, he gives in. Just in time too, as you keen and writhe in pleasure beneath him, your cunt undulating and milking his cock of all of that hot cum. Your eyes are squeezed shut but the tears come out anyway, though you don’t notice, your face pressed into the sheets and your entire being concentrated into the place where you’re connected with him.

Where he’s stretching you, twitching and pumping you full, leaking cum for so long you wonder how there could possibly be any more. He drapes himself over you, digging his hips into yours and wrapping his arms around your waist in a full body hug. You collapse under the weight of him, sliding onto your stomach on the duvet and feeling him sink just a little deeper inside you.

Oh God. He’s still hard. How is he still fucking hard?

“I wanna cum again. Can I keep going? Please, honey, I can give you more, I promise.”

His voice is shot, all traces of dominance and condescension gone as he waits for your decision. You should take stock of your body, should actually evaluate if you can take more, but you’d do anything for your husband, including letting him fuck you to within an inch of your life.

Hell, you’ll even love it.

“Yeah, baby, you can keep going. I want you to fill me up again.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he pants as he begins to thrust into you again, his rhythm unsteady and his pace wicked fast. He’s not gentle and he’s not soft, but he is sweet. He presses kisses to your back, digging his teeth into the meat of your shoulder and sucking marks into your skin as his cock glides in and out of you.

Between your arousal and his cum, everything is so fucking wet. The sound, the squelch, of him pounding into you makes you moan, makes you tilt your ass up so you can accept every centimeter of him, makes you giggle into the sheets in delirious ecstasy. Joshua can draw any type of noise from you, from your body, and you know that’s something he revels in so you turn your face to the side to let him hear you.

It seems he wants to taste them instead, slipping his hand beneath your cheek and tugging you to him as he leans in to press his parted lips to yours in a ragged kiss. You can barely focus enough to reciprocate, panting and moaning into his mouth and letting out a sharp yelp when he scoops his hips on a thrust in, dragging against the raw nerves inside you.

Your legs shake, your head spins, your cunt clamps down, and you cum harder than you ever have in your life. There’s a pressure deep in your pelvis, an expanding balloon that will absolutely wreck you when it pops, and as he fucks you through your release, you feel it explode. You’d be squirting if he wasn’t plugging you up, and the pleasure is so intense, it’s blinding, deafening, life-altering.

You don’t even notice him cumming, you’re so far gone, just floating in stardust with no tether in sight.

Until he starts to pull out.

You whimper brokenly, a wretched, pitiful sound, and Joshua whispers, “I’m sorry, baby, I’m so sorry, I know you want me to stay. We need to clean up and change the sheets before we get too tired, though.”

You sigh tremulously, nodding against him and whispering back, “Okay.”

That doesn’t mean you don’t pout the whole time he’s sliding out of you. You do pout, but you also listen when he tells you, “Why don’t you go get the shower started, hm? I’ll change the sheets.”

He gives you a loving little tap on the ass, exhaling a rough breath as you plant your hands on the bed in front of you and raise your hips into the air in a deep stretch. You’re sure his view is immaculate, just know his eyes are caught on your open pussy and the way his cum drips out of you, painting your cunt in a sheer film of white.

You do need to stretch but you mainly want to tease him for daring to be logical instead of staying buried inside you like he’s meant to be.

Apparently, he takes it as a challenge.

“If you think I can’t get hard again, you’re wrong. Don’t test me.”

His voice is coarse, stern, and the second tap is more of a spank, leaving your skin smarting and warm in the wake of his touch. You squeak and roll over onto your back before he can make good on his promise, knowing you need to be able to walk normally at work tomorrow. From prior experience, you’ve learned that you need a full day to recover after goading him into absolutely losing it on you.

You’ll save that for this weekend, you think.

AN: merry early christmas @sluttywonwoo 💖ily forever

[sluttywonwoo]

monster

vampire!j.ww x f!reader

smut minors dni (blood tw)

you’re not wonwoo’s date tonight, even though he has your blood running through his veins. he can still taste it on his tongue, still feel the way you tightened up around his cock as he sank his fangs into your neck— the brief flashes of memory are enough to make his cock twitch in his pants, enough to make him stare daggers across the room at the guy who isn’t him whispering in your ear.

he doesn’t know if the guy notices his glaring but you definitely do. he sees it in the way your eyes narrow and your lips curl into a smirk.

-

“come with me tonight,” wonwoo panted, licking at the two tiny puncture wounds beneath your jaw.

to his dismay, you shook your head. “i told you, i’m going with someone else. we coordinated our costumes and everything.”

“cancel on him,” he growled.

“i can’t do that again,” you sighed.

“again? how persistent is this asshole? can’t he take a hint?”

“there’s no hint to take. i actually like this one.”

“bullshit.”

“it’s not—” your argument splintered off into a whine as wonwoo started circling your clit with his fingers.

“see? bet he can’t make you feel this good, can he?”

truthfully, wonwoo didn’t want to know the answer even though he asked the question.

“n-not everyone has venom that m-makes you cum,” you pointed out instead of giving an actual answer which tells wonwoo everything he needs to know.

“that’s just a you thing,” wonwoo amended. “vampire venom is pleasurable but it doesn’t always equate to sexual pleasure.”

“ok, well at least he actually wants to be with me— fuck, i’m going to cum.”

and there it was. the real reason you said yes to going with that loser, whoever he was.

wonwoo does want to be with you. he does. it’s just. vampires and their fucking commitment issues. living for centuries and watching everyone you love grow old and pass on without you would make anyone a little cynical, right?

so he let you think what you wanted. it was easier that way. except for times like these.

[sluttywonwoo]

arm's-length || y.jh

pairing: yoon jeonghan x female reader

summary: you wake up sick the night before you're supposed to join your boyfriend on his work trip. you don't want to get him sick but he still wants you to go. a compromise is made.

warnings: swearing, mentions of covid (the reader does not have it though!!!!), suggestive content (mdni;18+)

word count: 4.4k

a/n: this was originally posted (years ago) on my main/tom holland account. but since i'm sick right now, i thought i might post it here too

notes: fans aren't (as) weird about k-pop idols dating in this au, seventeen also doesn't fly privately in this au... just suspend your disbelief for me

When you woke up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, throat burning, you assumed the worst. The shrill beeping of the thermometer in your mouth only confirmed what you already knew. You sighed, washed the thermometer and put it back in the medicine cabinet, trading it for a rapid COVID test. You still had a few a stacked underneath the sink for cases like these. You opened the package, swabbed yourself, and reached into the medicine cabinet bottle of ibuprofen. You shook two pills into your palm and used your other hand to cup water from the faucet to swallow them with. Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, you took a moment to look back up into the mirror at your bleak appearance. Even in the darkness you could see glassy, tired eyes staring back at you and a fine sheen of sweat that had broken out on your forehead. 

It felt like the minutes were dragging by, but your phone’s timer was going off before you knew it. You checked the test- negative, thank god, and then took a seat on the cold tile of the bathroom floor, trying to decide what to do. Jeonghan was leaving to go to Paris tomorrow morning for an UNESCO event, and you were supposed to be going with him. But you couldn’t get him sick too. You wouldn’t.

Resolving to spend the rest of the night on the couch, you tiptoed back into the bedroom to grab your pillow and a blanket.

Jeonghan turned over towards you as you attempted to quietly gather everything in your arms at your side of the bed without dropping anything and you bit back a curse.

“Baby?” he asked groggily, voice raspy. You saw him blinking hard, trying to get his eyes to adjust so he could see you, but you took a step back into the darkness, knowing that if he saw the state you were in he’d never fall back to sleep, and he needed it desperately.

“Go back to sleep, Hannie, I’ll be right back,” you lied, biting your lip as you did so, but you saw him relax back into the mattress and breathed a sigh of relief.

In the living room you sprawled out on the couch, but your aching muscles prevented you from getting comfortable. The thin blanket you’d dragged from the bedroom didn’t do much for your chill, but you wrapped it around you tightly anyway, hoping it would subside once the medicine kicked in.

“Baby?” you awoke to Jeonghan’s concerned voice above you.

You sat up with a groan and immediately shut your eyes tightly, willing the splitting headache that must’ve developed overnight to go away.  

“Why’re you out here?” he asked. “Did we have a fight I’m not remembering?”

You smiled weakly. “No, baby, I’m just not feeling that good so I moved to the couch. Didn’t want to get you sick.”

“What?”

“I just have a little fever, it’s not a big deal.”

Jeonghan looked appalled. “How little?”

You pressed your lips together, not answering. His soft brown eyes hardened just the tiniest bit and he leaned over the couch to feel your forehead. You ducked him initially, and he chuckled at your stubbornness, putting his hand on your shoulder gently to steady you and you surrendered. His cool fingers on your warm skin felt nice and you let yourself relax slightly back into him as he gauged your temperature for himself.

“You’re burning up, love. Why didn’t you wake me up?” he asked, trying not to sound hurt.

“You needed sleep,” you explained, voice barely audible.

“And you didn’t?” 

You shrugged. “You have all that important stuff starting today, I just didn’t want-”

“I’m canceling it,”

“No, Jeonghan, you’re not.”

“You’re sick!”

“You can’t cancel on the UN,” you repeated in a measured tone. 

“What are they going to do, fire me?”

“I don’t know, maybe? I’d go as far as to say they’d murder you.” You took a deep breath. “I’m an adult. I can take care of myself.”

Jeonghan let out a frustrated sigh and ran a hand through his hair. “But you shouldn’t have to!”

“It’s fine, babe, really. I do it all the time, my immune system is a bitch.” You laughed lightly.

“Because I’m gone all the time,” he murmured in realization.

You frowned because that’s not what you’d been trying to get at, but you knew Jeonghan was already beating himself up for it anyway. “You know that’s not your fault. Your job…” you trailed off. 

“I just want to be able to take care of you.”

“And I don’t want to get you sick during the most important season of your career.”

Jeonghan pinched the bridge of his nose. “I-I can’t just leave you like this!”

“Fine, what about a compromise?” you asked with a cough. Jeonghan narrowed his eyes, but was listening. “I go with you, but you can’t touch me.”

“What? I can’t-” he sputtered.

“Not until I’m better! Do you know how much of an earful I’d get from your managers if I gave you what I have?”

“That’s a terrible compromise.”

“It’s the best I’ve got.”

“You realize how ridiculous that sounds? I can’t touch my fucking girlfriend?”

“What do you want me to say?”

“That you’ll let me take care of you.”

“You can. From an arm’s length.”

“An arm’s length?! Like literally?”

“Yep.” You held your arm out in front of you to demonstrate. “That should be good.”

“You’ve got to be kidding.”

You were not kidding. And you were nothing if not stubborn. At the airport,  you were able to exchange your first class ticket for an economy seat in a row that wasn’t completely full when Jeonghan was taking pictures with some fans. You felt a little guilty about stranding him and going behind his back, but you told yourself it was for his own good. 

“Ready, babe?” you asked with as bright a smile as you could manage, hoping you didn’t look as sweaty as you felt.

The girls Jeonghan was surrounded by glanced up at you and gave you polite smiles. They backed off to give you guys some space, but still watched on curiously as the two of you interacted.

Jeonghan reached out for your hand and you didn’t pull away, knowing how bitchy it would look in front of the fans. He smirked as he interlaced his fingers with yours and waved goodbye to the girls. As soon as you got to the security line you yanked your hand out of his grasp, pulling out a bottle of hand sanitizer and squirting a bit into his hands. 

“You’re paranoid,” Jeonghan said with a chuckle, rubbing his hands together nonetheless.

“I’m trying to save my own ass,” you muttered coughing into your sleeve a couple of times. A few people in line gave you wary looks, but you ignored them.

You sat two seats apart from Jeonghan at the gate while you were waiting for the plane to arrive and Jeonghan didn’t protest, talking to you softly as you rested your eyes. You liked to listen to his voice, and he didn’t understand it, but indulged you anyway. He talked about different people around the terminal, describing them in detail. He talked about his sister, gossiped about his members like they weren’t sitting a few feet away. He talked about how beautiful you looked, making you laugh. You were wearing his clothes, the ones you’d gone to sleep in, and your eyes were bright red. Your entire face was flushed and you were still sweaty.

“It’s time for more medicine, my love,” Jeonghan reminded you softly and you opened your eyes again. You sat up and held your palm open so that your boyfriend could shake the pills from the bottle into your hand. You swallowed them with a sip of sprite. The bubbles felt good on your throat. 

An announcement was made for first class to start boarding and Jeonghan stood with a stretch, cracking his knuckles. 

“That’s us, baby,” he said when you didn’t stand, beckoning you to join him.

“About that…”

“About what?”

-

“Mr. Yoon, I’m really sorry, but you need to board, sir.” The flight attendant was young and nervous. You felt bad about holding everyone up, and even worse for making this woman’s job harder than it had to be.

“Please just give me another moment,” he pleaded impatiently. 

You’d been arguing with him for about ten minutes. The rest of first class had already boarded and business class was on standby, the only one holding them up being Jeonghan. In any other circumstance they would’ve gone ahead and started boarding business class anyway, but because Jeonghan was a priority passenger, they had to wait for him to be seated before they could continue. 

“It makes no sense. Why the fuck would you switch you tickets?”

“Jeonghan, we’re making a scene,” you said tiredly, noticing some of the passengers waiting had their phones out. It wasn’t anything you weren’t used to, but you knew this wasn’t going to turn out well for either of you. 

“I don’t care.”

“I’m sorry, okay?” you apologized, your voice coming out weak. “Can we talk about this later?”

He hesitated, but ultimately gave in with a curt nod. 

“Now get your ass on that plane. I’ll see you when we land.”

Jeonghan gave you a tight smile and a kiss on the cheek that made you freeze. “I love you.”

“Love you.” Bastard. 

And then you watched him go, shoulders tense, expression guarded as he handed the scanned his ticket and walked into the tunnel.

You were one of the last to board, lagging behind the other passengers as not to draw more attention to yourself. Though in hindsight, it had the opposite effect. You could feel everyone watching you out of the corner of their eyes as you walked to the back of the plane and took your seat.

The only other person in your row was an older businesswoman which left the middle seat open. She gave you a nod before turning back to her kindle. You settled into your seat for the flight and shut your eyes. You just wanted to spend the next eight hours asleep and not thinking about how Jeonghan was probably fuming in his own seat right now, but you knew your chances were slim. 

By the time the plane landed, you hadn’t even slept for an hour, despite how hard you tried. It only added to how miserable and exhausted you already were. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the reflection of your phone screen and winced at how wrecked you looked. You were already dreading getting off the plane. Not only was Jeonghan probably still mad at you, but you knew people would be taking pictures of the two of you in the airport and you looked like shit. But there wasn’t much you could do about it aside from trying to comb through your hair with your fingers, which did little to nothing. 

Jeonghan was waiting for you on the jet bridge when you got off the plane, but he didn’t speak to you. You followed him off the ramp and into the airport where he slowed a little bit so you could grab his hand.

It was a routine you were used to, but tired of. Pretending like everything was okay in public when it wasn’t. You knew it was necessary, but you didn’t like how natural it had become for you. You and Jeonghan fought like any other couple, only you had to hide it. Putting on a happy face had become second nature, even when you felt shitty. And Jeonghan giving you the silent treatment right now made you feel shitty. 

You knew you couldn’t blame him either, you had lied to him, but you already felt like you were dying and his anger wasn’t helping. 

The airport seemed a million miles long and your hand felt sweaty in Jeonghan’s. He smiled and nodded at the fans who were waiting over by baggage claim and the entrance and you tried to do the same, but your cheeks hurt after just a few minutes and you knew the pictures posted online later were going to be rough. 

You were almost out the door and in an Uber, when you began coughing and doubled over in the middle of the walkway. It was all way more dramatic than it should’ve been. It wasn’t really a big deal, it happened whenever you got sick because your asthma was a bitch. You just needed a moment to catch your breath, but in a second Jeonghan had a hand on your shoulder, standing in front of you to block you from onlookers and cameras.

“Baby, are you alright?” he asked, voice laced with concern. 

“Now you talk to me?” you shot back, smirking when a brief shade of bitterness crossed over Jeonghan’s features. You straightened up and brushed yourself off like nothing had happened. “I’m fine, Jeonghan. Let’s get to the hotel, yeah?”

He sighed, and gave you a once-over like he wasn’t sure if you were telling the truth, but relented and grabbed your hand- the one you’d accidentally coughed into before switching to the crook of your elbow (like you were supposed to do to avoid spreading germs) and you rolled your eyes. He was impossible.

Jeonghan rubbed your head in the Uber on the way to the hotel and you didn’t protest. You weren’t being very good about enforcing the whole “arm’s length” rule, but you gave yourself a pass for this one. 

-

Once at the hotel, you tried to carry some of the luggage up to your room and nearly gave Jeonghan a heart attack in the process. The way his eyes bugged out of his head when you picked up the biggest duffel bag in the pile and slung it over your shoulder while he was trying to check in was comical. You saw him curse and apologize to the receptionist before jogging over to where you were standing, leaving his credit card and wallet on the counter. 

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” he hissed, and took the duffel bag from you, promptly dropping it on the floor. 

You grinned at him sheepishly. “Sorry?”

He squeezed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose, something he’d been doing a lot in the past twelve hours. “Just- stay here, okay? And don’t do any more weightlifting.”

You shook your head at him as he walked back over to the check-in desk, while keeping his eyes on you and nearly tripping over a side table on the way there. You stood there for a second while he finished up the paperwork and the security deposit, too out of it to do anything with yourself.

“Let’s go, hot stuff,” Jeonghan called out from across the lobby, flashing a pair of keycards at you.

He grabbed the bags this time and handed you the keys in return. As soon as you were in the room and the door clicked shut behind you, you flopped down onto the bed like a starfish, and groaned in pain.

“I’m so sorry you’re sick, baby,” Jeonghan said sweetly as he kneeled on the carpet beside you.

“And I’m sorry I went behind your back and changed my seat on the plane without telling you.”

“It’s okay. I understand why you did it. I would’ve liked to sit next to you, though.” 

“I would’ve liked that too, but I refuse to get you sick, Jeonghan. And I got like two hundred airline points when I downgraded my seat!” 

You smiled triumphantly and Jeonghan chuckled. He propped himself up on the edge of the bed on his elbows and leaned forward to kiss your forehead. He frowned.

“When was the last time you took medicine, y/n?”

You tried to recall it, but you couldn’t remember. Your brain felt too fuzzy. “I dunno.”

“Did you take anything on the plane?”

“Um…” you winced, knowing you were about to get an earful. 

“‘I can take care of myself’ absolute bullshit,” Jeonghan scoffed and reached for the backpack next to him. “I’m never leaving you home sick again.”

“Hannieee,” you whined.

He parroted your name back in the exact same tone of voice. “Here, let’s take your temperature.”

He held the thermometer out to you and you put it under your tongue lazily, already knowing it wasn’t going to be pretty. It beeped loudly only a few seconds later and Jeonghan snatched it out of your mouth before you could look at it. 

“Fuck.”

“What’s the damage, doc?”

He cracked a small smile and sighed. “One hundred point six.” He checked his watch. “Okay, it’s about six-thirty now, you can take some ibuprofen now and then some tylenol at nine-thirty.”

“Are you really supposed to swap them out like that so much?” you asked, taking the pills Jeonghan offered you.

“The managers always did it for me and the members, we turned out fine.”

“Define ‘fine’,” you teased, earning a glare from your boyfriend. 

“Please just take your medicine,” Jeonghan begged. “You haven’t had any in your system for hours.”

“I’m usually good about this stuff,” you insisted and threw the medicine back with a gulp of water. 

He slid the bottle of pills back into the backpack along with the thermometer and crossed his arms. “Yeah, something tells me that when you get sick you keep going to work even though you tell me you’re staying home, you sleep on your breaks, take ibuprofen every ten hours or so, don’t really use your inhaler- even when you’re coughing up a lung, and eat mmm once a day? That sound about right?”

He’d only really half nailed it. Well… maybe seventy percent nailed it. Eighty at best. You gave him an amused look and smiled smugly. “You don’t have any proof.”

Jeonghan raised an eyebrow at you. “I have your best friend.”

“Son of a bitch, I’m going to kill her.” You sat up and reached for your phone that you’d set up to charge on the bedside table. 

“Hey,” Jeonghan grabbed your wrist gently. “She was just trying to help, love. I asked her what you usually did when you’re sick so that I could know what you like and take care of you, and she told me the truth. She worries about you, you know.”

“No, I didn’t know that actually,” you admitted.

“Well she does.”

“I know those are all bad habits and stuff, but I’m not completely incompetent. I make myself tea and soup when I’m sick. I take hot baths, 

“Do you want me to draw you a bath?”

“That’d be really nice at home, but… I don’t know, I’m just weird about hotel baths.”

He nodded in understanding. “I get it, let’s just shower instead.”

“Both of us?” you asked hesitantly.

“I was thinking so?” He scrunched his face up in confusion. “Why?”

“Because,” you paused to cough, “I’m sick. I don’t want to get you sick. Arm’s length and all that.”

“I know, but it’ll help you feel better.” Jeonghan held his hand out to you. “Come on, baby,” he coaxed and led you into the bathroom. 

He managed to get you and himself undressed and in the shower without further argument from you. Truthfully, you were too tired to fight about it. You could barely stay awake and upright as Jeonghan worked shampoo through your hair, let alone form a comprehensible sentence. You moaned a bit as his strong hands rubbed soap down your torso, not being able to help your body’s reaction to his touch.

“You okay, baby?” he asked. “Am I hurting you?”

“No,” you said and shook your head, immediately regretting it when the room started spinning around you. “Sorry, just kind of out of it.”

“Don’t worry, my love.” Jeonghan smiled at you and leaned in to kiss you. You came to your senses and pushed yourself away from him. He didn’t even try to hide a frown this time.

“Can you at least try to stay healthy?” you sighed and stepped out of the shower.

Jeonghan wasn’t far behind you and wrapped a towel around your shoulders. “I’m sorry, but it’s not my fault you’re so fucking irresistible.”

You glared at him. “Smooth.”

He looked amused. “Wow you must be really sick, not even my pickup lines are working on you.”

“I’m going to bed,” you said, ignoring him.

You climbed into bed in a sweatshirt, pajama pants, and socks while Jeonghan came to bed in just his boxers. You looked at him in disbelief. 

“You’ll freeze, Hannie. It’s cold as fuck in here.”

“No it’s not,” he replied and bit his lip. “You’ve got a fever, remember?”

“Oh, yeah. Sorry.”

“No need to apologize, baby. I can warm you up,” he offered and rolled over to hold you, only to be smacked with a pillow. 

“Keep your hands to yourself, Yoon.”

You made a small barrier of pillows between you so neither of you would accidentally (or purposely, ahem Jeonghan) roll over and touch the other in the middle of the night. 

“Are you serious?” Jeonghan pouted. “Baby-”

“Nuh-uh we had a deal. You need to be feeling your best for... whatever it is you’re doing tomorrow. You’re the interim leader, after all.” 

“Whatever,” he huffed and rolled over onto his other side.

“You’ll be thanking me whenever you don’t catch what I have,” you said and coughed a few more times. 

You rolled over to turn off the lamp on the table next to you before pulling the covers all the way up to your chin and finally, finally getting some sleep. 

You dreamt about him. About Jeonghan. About his hands on your body while being buried deep inside you. His mouth was on your neck, your shoulders, your collarbone. You arched your back when he moaned softly in your ear, gripping the sheets tightly with one hand, using the other to pull at his hair. You felt yourself getting close when he began thrusting into you harder than before and you gasped at the sensation, only getting closer to the edge when he called out your name. 

“Y/n,” at first whispered and then more firmly. “Y/n. Y/n!”

Your eyes snapped open and you searched the dark room frantically, looking for Jeonghan. He was right next to you, gazing at you in concern. His hair was sticking up all over the place from where he’d moved around in his sleep and he was looking at you expectantly. 

“You were calling out for me, are you okay?”

Your face was burning with embarrassment and you wondered if he could tell. You were still breathing hard, and you were a little sweaty, but you couldn’t tell if it was from your fever or from your dream. “I’m fine, sorry to wake you.” 

“Were you… dreaming about me?” he pressed, leaning over the pillow barrier to look at you closely. 

You hesitated. “Uh, yeah.”

“What was the dream about?”

“Nothing important, we were, um…in a corn maze! We were in a corn maze and I couldn’t find you and that’s why I was calling out for you.”

“A corn maze?” He didn’t look convinced.

“Mhm.”

“Baby?” he asked again. 

“Yeah?”

“Was it a sex dream?”

“…maybe.”

Jeonghan’s face lit up and he lifted himself up onto his arms to climb on top of you. “Here let me help-”

You held out and arm to stop him. “I’m, I’m fine Jeonghan,” you lied, clenching your thighs together. 

He flopped back down onto his stomach on top of the pillow barrier. “So if I reached into your panties right now, you wouldn’t be wet?”

You swallowed. “Nope.”

“Liar.”

“I’m fine, Jeonghan! Sex is literally the last thing we should be doing right now! Do you know how much bacteria-”

“I never said anything about sex,” he countered.

“What are you talking about?”

“I was just going to eat you out! I want you to feel better, baby.”

“I think that’s somehow worse?”

“No way, I don’t think I can catch anything from eating you out.”

“I’m almost positive you can, Hannie. I’m fine.”

“I’m googling it!” He announced and rolled back over. Before you could protest the light from his phone was shining over his face as he typed. “Can you catch a contagious virus from eating pussy?”

“That’s going to be in your search history forever.”

“The internet doesn’t say anything against it,” he declared victoriously.

“Does it say anything about it at all?”

“Uh… yeah. It says it’s fine”

“Who’s the liar now, Jeonghan?” He grinned sheepishly. “Go back to sleep, I’m fine. I’m not even horny anymore.”

He looked at you like he didn’t believe you, but ultimately put his phone back on the table and closed his eyes again. In no time he was breathing deeply and you could relax. Why was common sense so lacking in your boyfriend? What part of the no touching deal did he not understand? The answer was all of it and it was a pain in the ass. He was a pain in the ass. A pain in the ass that you loved very much, but a pain in the ass nonetheless. 

You closed your eyes, but couldn’t sleep. It wasn’t that you weren’t tired, you were still completely exhausted, but Jeonghan had been right. You were still insanely turned on from your dream and you weren’t sure what to do about it. You waited a few minutes for the urge to subside, but it didn’t. 

“You were about to cum, weren’t you?” Jeonghan piped up out of nowhere, scaring the shit out of you.

“Fuck, I thought you were asleep.”

“Just answer the question,” Jeonghan growled, not helping your current situation whatsoever. “In your dream, you were about to, right? You were biting your lip like you do when you’re going to cum.”

You sighed. “Yeah. Yeah I was.”

“But you didn’t?”

“Unfortunately not.”

“Let me help you finish, baby. It’ll help you sleep,” Jeonghan insisted. “You need rest.”

You sniffled and groaned. “Ugh, you’re impossible, you know that?”

“Is that a yes?”

“It’s a yes,” you surrendered and pushed the blankets down below your hips. “But the rule still applies. Arm’s length.”

He smirked. “I think I can work with that.”

[sluttynetwork]

hi guys! sorry to hear about no nut november being stolen. i went to report it but it's already taken down. do you by any chance have their ao3 username? wanted to check if there's anything else they might have reposted without consent too. thanks!

hi friend!

they actually have taken down all their posts, and when I woke up this morning and checked this was all I could find under their username:

so hopefully they have realized their actions and wont repost anyone work :)

~alicia

[sluttywoozi]

Good To Me

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~1.8k

inspired by @bbychocolat telling me she wants mingyu to [redacted] 💖💖💖

Warnings: implicit consent, rough sex, not as much foreplay, big dick mingyu, lots of holding down, not really proofread, multiple orgasms for both, aftercare

Reader Notes: has a vagina, wears a dress and heels, gets carried by mingyu

Mingyu is on you before the front door is closed. 

He’d been making eyes at you all night, since you entered the bathroom wearing that dress, the one that always drives him crazy. He’d been brushing his teeth, his glasses resting on his nose and his white undershirt nearly sheer with the way it stretched over his muscles. 

You knew this would happen, which is exactly why you took your panties off at the restaurant. They’re in the pocket of his suit jacket, not that he’d bothered to put it back on before all but dragging you to the car and racing home. 

This is exactly what you wanted when you pulled that dress off the hanger. It’s been too long since he’s fucked you, and it’s always more fun to goad him into it than to simply ask. 

He worked the dress off while you were thinking and his deep whine is what breaks you of your focus. You don’t get to take in the situation, he just spins you in your heels and presses you up against the door to push it closed, spanking you once before spreading your ass cheeks and kneeling. He mouths over your cunt, spreading your wetness and spearing you open on his tongue as he wraps one arm around your hips to rub your clit from the front. 

His tongue leaves you before you can get used to it, his fingers replacing it in your pussy, scissoring deep inside to spread you just enough for his fat cock. He stands and shuffles in close, his breaths on your neck and his teeth in your skin as he takes hold of his cock and presses his way inside your entrance. It’s a tight fit but you love feeling yourself stretch around him, love knowing that you can take him if you try, and you press your arms to the door and wiggle back against him, knowing that you’re playing with fire. 

You can feel the metal of his wedding ring digging into your skin with how tightly he’s gripping your hip, and he releases your right side to spank you again and groan, “Baby, you know I’m trying to stay in control here.”

“I don’t want you to,” you moan back, bucking your hips again and taking another couple inches inside. 

“Fuck, are you sure?” He pants into your neck, emphasizing the last word with a squeeze of your hips. 

You know that if you say yes, he’s going to fuck you so hard he’ll have to carry you to bed, but that’s exactly what you want, so you sigh a dreamy, “Yes, Gyu,” and arch your back to give him a better angle. 

He doesn’t bother saying anything else. 

He just fucks into you, shoving balls deep in one thrust and giving you little time to recover before pulling back and fucking into you again. The door rattles on its hinges and you yelp when he pushes you harder against it, his hands pulling your ass back into him with every pump of his hips. He must decide you’re not close enough because one arm winds around your waist and pulls you into his chest and the other grasps your jaw to pull your head back so he can kiss you. 

It doesn’t stay a kiss for long, eventually you can only pant into his mouth as he fucks you into the door, his cock paving a path in you until you’re wet enough that he glides. That’s when you lose the ability to talk, just whines and whimpers and moans leaving your spit-slick lips, his own moving down your neck so he can press his canines into your shoulder. His grip on your jaw shifts down to your throat, not squeezing down, just holding you against him so the full length of your body meets his. 

He’s crowded so close to you, his scent clouds your mind and his arm and hand are so tight around you, you can barely breathe. You love it, love falling into the haze of him as he fucks you into a stupor. You try to let out an elated laugh but you don’t have enough air and he loosens his grasp on you, pressing a questioning sound into your hair even as he keeps pushing into you. 

“Good, I’m good,” you gasp, tilting your head back to rest against him. He pants back, “You are, my good fucking-,”

An uncontrolled buck of his hips cuts him off, and when you feel him throb and jerk deep inside, you know he’s close. You clench down on him once, twice, making him swear and press closer to you, your body sandwiched between his and the door. The first was on purpose but the second wasn’t, and before you can try to stop, your walls start to flutter. He unwraps his arm from your waist, sliding it down to work his hand between your thighs and get his fingers on your clit. 

The waves overcome you, your spasming cunt lulling him into his own orgasm, his cum filling you as his cock bucks in the hold of your walls. His canines dig into your skin deep enough to leave indents but you can still hear his groan turned whine, his voice loud against the roaring in your ears. You struggle not to wilt in his arms, your release sapping your energy, and he must feel it because he coos, “It’s okay, honey, I’ll hold you up.”

He crouches with you, gathering your legs up in his arms and bucking into you once more. 

That’s when you realize he’s still hard. 

“Again?” He breathes into your neck, waiting for you to nod before thrusting into you, picking up a punishing pace immediately. You hiccup against him, feeling your pussy gush around his cock with both your wetness and his cum. You’ll have to clean the hardwood after, you can feel it running down your ass and dripping onto the floor, but you know that’s not important right now, know he’ll only fuck you harder if he knows you let your mind wander to cleaning. 

If you hadn’t already cum so hard you could barely stand, you’d tell him just to feel him like that, but you fear this is all you can take now. 

Mingyu knows, always knows what you need and what you can handle, and he trusts you to show or tell him what you want, which is why he gruffly whispers, “Knew exactly what would happen when you wore that dress, knew I’d rip it off of you as soon as we got home, didn’t you?”

He’ll stop if you don’t answer, so you squeeze down on his cock and whine, “‘Course I did, and you knew this was what I wanted.”

He laughs, nods against you, “I’ll always give you what you want, baby, what you need. And if you can still talk, you need to get fucked harder.”

He lifts you up and drops you down, bringing you to meet the movements of his hips as he slowly makes his way over to the sofa.

“I didn’t tell you but when we bought this couch, I pictured bending you over it in my head to make sure it was the perfect height.”

Gently folding you over the arm, he pulls back and thrusts deep inside. You arch your spine, reveling in the zap that travels down it with his admission and subsequent groan as he watches your ass jiggle every time his hips hit it. 

“You’re… so-,” you wheeze, turning your face into the couch when he places a hand on the back of your neck and presses down, “Thoughtful,” you mumble into the fabric. 

He must tire of your attitude, his hips tilting to find the spot that will finally render you speechless and his thrusts gaining speed until you go limp against him and let him fuck you like a ragdoll. It’s glorious, the way he fills your pussy and your mind, and you let loose a string of whimpers that have him leaning down to bite the nape of your neck, a primal flash of want searing down your back as he sinks his teeth into you. 

You’re already nearing the edge again, and when his balls start to clap against your clit every time he pounds into you, you tumble over, tears gathering along your lashline as you whine your way through an orgasm. He follows you, groaning into your skin and holding you close as his cock jumps inside you and spits out strings of cum. 

Mingyu stays there, leaning over you and pressing you into the couch until you squirm beneath him out of a lack of air. 

“Can we go to bed?” You murmur, turning your head to the side so your words aren’t swallowed by the couch cushion. 

“Shower first,” he mumbles back, peeling himself away from you before picking you up off the couch and staggering with you to the bathroom. 

He helps you to the toilet as the water warms, pulling you into his arms and stumbling over to the shower when most of his cum has seeped out of you and the steam fogs up the mirror. He holds you close as you rinse clean under the warm stream, most of the water hitting your back before he takes the handheld and cleans you himself. 

When he deems you relatively spotless, he gently pushes you to sit on the tiled bench, the chill of the porcelain making you jump and waking you up the slightest bit. You reach for your cleanser, clumsily scrubbing  your face clean and requesting a rinse from your husband, which he happily grants, his hand blocking the harsh jets of water so only a weak stream flows over you. 

He carefully wipes your eyes clean with his thumbs after replacing the handheld, his hands cupping your cheeks as he leans down and presses a kiss to your lips. 

“Love you,” he whispers. 

“Love you,” you whisper back, “You know you’ll have to carry me, right?”

“Oh, baby, I know,” he smirks, swiping a thumb over your chin and shutting the water off without looking before wrapping you in your bath sheet and gathering you up in his arms to bring you to bed. 

[sluttywoozi]

Tongue Twister

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~1.1k

Tags: est. relationship, smut, fluff

Summary: Wonwoo has started practicing tongue twisters before bed. This benefits you greatly.

Warnings: oral f. rec., mention of being held down, wonu holds reader’s mouth open, mention of oral m. rec., not proofread

Reader Notes: has a vagina

“Betty Botter bought some butter but she said the butter’s bitter. If I put it in my batter, it will make my batter bitter but a bit of better butter will make my batter better. So ‘twas better Betty Botter bought a bit of better butter,” Wonwoo practices beneath you, his chest rumbling under your ear as he reads off the words. You’re tucked up against him, your head resting on his pec and your leg thrown over his. 

A few days ago, Wonwoo took up tongue twisters in an effort to improve his enunciation. He said it would help with his rapping and with his occasional bedtime stories, and that was all you needed to hear to get on board. Now, he reads through a couple every night before bed while you listen and try to keep your dirty thoughts at bay. 

That’s the only drawback of Wonwoo’s new hobby, the ideas it brings to mind. Because enunciation has everything to do with how well your tongue moves, and you can think of something that also has everything to do with how well your tongue moves, and Wonwoo is already incredible at it. 

Both of you have been working long hours and practically falling into bed in your work clothes at the end of the day. He hasn’t eaten you out or fucked you since before he started practicing, and it’s taking everything in you not to offer him another way of strengthening his tonguing skills. 

He sounds off the last word, turning his phone off and placing it on the nightstand before grabbing the book he’d been reading with you and adjusting his glasses as he starts. 

It’s not long before the depth and warmth of his voice and the vibrations of his chest under your cheek are lulling you to sleep. 

Your thoughts follow you into your dreams. They’re not vivid, just flashes of heat and breathy sighs and wet warmth between your thighs, and that’s exactly what you wake up to. Wonwoo is still asleep next to you, his chest rising and falling under your ear and his thigh warm in the space between yours. That must be what triggered the dream, the friction of his leg against you, though his tongue twisters are undoubtedly the true source. 

Wonwoo’s always been a light sleeper and it’s not uncommon for him to wake when you do, simply because his body knows you’re no longer sleeping. He stirs before you can pretend not to be awake, a low, raspy groan followed by the cutest squeak escaping him as he stretches beneath you. 

“Why’re you ‘wake, baby?” He mumbles into your hair, pressing a kiss to your crown and taking a surreptitious sniff before letting his head loll over to check the time. 

“Just a dream,” you respond, hoping he won’t question you further. Of course he does, the loving, caring bastard. 

“Bad?” He sounds concerned and you can’t lie to him, not when he’s so sweet and sleepy and gullible. 

“No, Woo, it was a good dream. You can go back to sleep, though, it’s okay,” you offer, starting to pull away so you can take care of yourself in the shower. 

“Nononononono,” he grasps at your shirt, pulling you back before you can get far, “Tell me.”

Fuck. 

“Please?” 

Well, shit, now you have to. 

“It’s the tongue twisters,” you moan in exasperation, covering your eyes and trying to curl away from him. 

“What do you mean?” He sounds so confused and so cute, and you just know his hair is all ruffled and his sleep shirt is rumpled and that he has to be squinting because he hasn’t reached for his glasses and-

Fuck, you love him so much. 

“Your tongue twisters, it’s… they- I just think they’d make you even better at something else, is all. Something you’re already way too good at.” 

A few seconds pass before it clicks for him, but when it does, he stiffens beneath you in more ways than one. His dick is half hard under your thigh in no time, his body squirming as he tries to adjust to the sudden arousal. You know you’ve caught him off guard but he’s adaptable, his grip tightening on you before he starts to move. 

“You been thinking about my tongue, baby?” He asks as he slides down your body and shoulders your thighs apart. You whine an affirmation, weak to him already, and push at your pajama shorts when his fingers graze the hem. 

He pulls them down, your underwear going with them, and groans deep in his chest when he sets blurry eyes on the mess of your cunt. He doesn’t waste any time, licking right into you and shoving his tongue in as far as he can before dragging it up to your clit and going, for lack of better phrasing, fucking wild on you. 

His tongue is so precise on your clit, so fast and firm, that he’s working you up to your first orgasm before you know it. All you can do is lay there and take it, try to keep your hips still for him, try to keep your eyes open so you can see his form moving in the dark, try to keep your moans and cries down so you don’t get another noise complaint from the neighbors. 

Wonwoo doesn’t like that last one, throwing an arm over your hip so you can move against him and reaching his free hand up to grasp your jaw, working a thumb between your lips and pressing it down on your tongue so you have no choice but to let your sounds loose. 

He groans into you in response and that’s all you need, the last push that tips you over the edge, and you can’t stop your thighs from closing around his head, trapping him against you as you cum. You know that’s one of his favorite parts of eating you out so you don’t feel bad, just bliss, your back arching and your whines echoing around the room as he works you through your release. 

When he doesn’t stop, you know it’s going to be one of those nights. The kind where he holds you down and makes you cum so many times you can’t think or talk or move, and draft a mental email to your boss telling them you won’t be able to make it into the office. There’s no way you’ll be able to function tomorrow, and you definitely won’t be able to talk after swallowing Wonwoo’s massive dick when he’s finished with you. 

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[sluttywoozi]

Step By Step | jww x reader

Rating: M | WC: ~1.3k

Finally, you and Wonwoo are married. Now if only you knew anything about what's waiting for you in his Royal Quarters.

Posted first on my Patreon as a Wooahae tier request!

Notes: royalty!au, unspecified time period it's in the past that's all i can say, wine and food mention, suggestive, talking about sex before sex, breeding kink

You look over at your new husband, your new Prince, and feel your heart flood with love and exhilaration. You’re not used to being able to look at Wonwoo, or be near him, or feel his warmth at your side and breath in his soothing, clean scent. But now and, well, forever, you can.

In the year leading up to this wedding feast, you’ve exchanged countless letters. They contained all sorts of communication: inside jokes, embarrassing stories, the details of the day to day, and, of course, expressions of love and sometimes even lust. It was a long twelve months but you’re grateful you were able to get to know your betrothed, as many aren’t afforded that opportunity prior to being wed.

Perhaps you don’t recognize a lot of his mannerisms or know what the smile he’s sending you now means, but you do know a good amount about him. You know he can’t see without his glasses. You know he sneaks out of the castle nearly every night to feed the stray cats that populate the grounds. You know he loves to read and can’t get enough of just about any kind of game you can bring to mind.

You know he’s a kind, soft soul, and that the first thing he did when you were matched was find out your favorite things so he could become familiar with them. You know he had his quarters redone to suit your tastes, and that he had your most beloved flowers planted in the garden right outside, and that he hosted your cook for a week so his could learn all of the recipes that bring you comfort.

And you know that he loves you.

He signed every letter with ‘Yours, Wonwoo,’ and wrote things like, “My heart aches with an emptiness only your presence can fill,” and even plainly relayed his feelings for you when you asked him if this was love.

You’re lucky, to be sure, to have such a man as Wonwoo for your husband.

You’re also becoming increasingly impatient. The feast has been dragging on forever, it seems, and you aren’t certain how much longer you can take the secret smile on your husband’s handsome face. You wish you knew what he was thinking but his mind remains unclear to you, as does the look in his eyes.

It’s a relief when Wonwoo stands and declares the celebrations finished for the night, taking your hand in his and bowing in sync to your retreating guests as the hall slowly empties. He doesn’t let go, immediately turning to the side and all but racing from the room with you nearly running to keep up.

Your heart pounds as he pulls you down the winding halls of his castle, the route unfamiliar and confusing to you though you wonder if that has something to do with the thoughts beginning to cloud your mind.

You know where you’re going, and what you’ll be doing when you get there, and you can’t claim to be indifferent to the idea. The night of your covenant is something that’s been occupying your mind since you saw Wonwoo for the first time at your betrothal party, and each step brings you closer to discovering what exactly he has in store for you.

Your mother had told you a bit of what to expect, but not with any sort of detail or true instruction beyond, “Lay back and let him do the work.” You’re not the sort to lay back and let a man do anything, not even your husband, and you hope he’ll be amenable to that.

You’ll find out soon enough as you near what can only be his quarters, the doors too broad and ornate to lead to much else. He pushes up his specs with a shaky hand before nodding to the guards on either side and turning to grin shyly at you while the doors are pulled open.

You can’t contain the gasp that escapes as you take in his room for the first time, the expansive space filled with natural light and your favorite colors. There’s a roaring fire in the hearth and the walls are lined with bookcases, the tomes looking much worse for wear than one would expect from a prince, though for your prince, they make perfect sense.

The bed makes you stop in your tracks, the sheer magnitude of it overwhelming to the eye, and you watch Wonwoo’s cheeks pink as you bend down to run your hand over the silky looking covers.

“Will you tell me what we’ll do? Step by step?” You ask, sitting gingerly on the edge and looking up at him. He gapes at you for a moment, opening and closing his mouth as if he’s not sure how to respond, before he takes a seat next to you and rests your entwined hands on your thigh.

“First, we’ll undress and lay down together. I want you to be comfortable with me, with all of this, so until you’re relaxed, we can just kiss, and get accustomed to being close to each other. When you’re ready, I’ll touch you-”

“Where?” Your eyes are caught on his lips, the way they form around letters and syllables is so very distracting to you though you somehow manage to hear every single word that leaves them.

He sucks in a deep breath before speaking, seemingly steeling himself to respond, “Between your thighs. Have you ever touched yourself there before?”

“Once,” you whisper, “The night that we met.”

“Did you think about me?”

“Yes. Do you ever…?”

“Only the night that we met and every night since.”

His voice sounds hushed, like if he speaks too loud he’ll disturb the bubble you’ve found yourselves in. You can’t deny the effect it has on you, the unfamiliar heat you felt that night rushing into you once again. His words certainly don’t help, the idea of him touching himself to the thought of you even more intoxicating than the wine you shared at dinner.

“I’ll touch you there, until you’re wet and ready for me, and then I’ll be able to push inside of you. I’ll go slowly so you don’t feel any pain, and if you ever want to stop, all you have to do is tell me.”

You can’t even imagine what it will be like to be joined with him so intimately, but you already want it, want him, more than words can say.

“This will be my first time as well, and I’ll do my best to make sure you reach your peak before I do. I’ve done a lot of reading, and there were… diagrams… and I think I’ll be able to do it,” he vows, his ears red and his eyes avoiding yours.

“Peak?”

“Yes, there’s a, um, height of pleasure that we can both experience, though yours presents differently than mine. When I release, it will take root inside of you, and that’s how we’ll make our heir.”

Our heir.

The words send a zip of lightning down your spine, the idea of him leaving part of himself in you tantalizing and the thought of that part growing into a human that’s both you and Wonwoo even more so. You’re starting to feel an emptiness you don’t recognize, a burning between your thighs that you fear can only be quelled by Wonwoo, and suddenly the feeling of his hand in yours isn’t enough.

You want to feel more of him, feel him touch you, feel him inside of you, just like he said.

“When can we begin?”

“Whenever you’d like, my love.”

“Now?”

“Now.”

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[sluttyminghao]

PSA !!

hi everyone,

to our annoyance, someone has stolen the No Nut November Prologue from the @sluttynetwork and reuploaded it/stolen it without crediting us.

Please comment, report, do whatever you can to get this account taken down, as it looks like they may have stolen other works from other creators on here as well.

Stay vigilant and please boost this!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[sluttynetwork]

hello! I am unsure if this is the right place to send it but I figured you’d all like to know! Someone on ao3 has reuploaded the prologue of no nut November

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49582777

I’m unsure if this is you guys but I figured I’d let you know!

hi there, thank you so much for letting us know. none of us to our knowledge has done this, so we will be investigating further.

~alicia

[sluttyminghao]

everlasting love | k.mg

♡ pairing: kim mingyu x afab!reader ♡ w.c.: 3k ♡ genre: friends to lovers, smut, fluff ♡ this fic contains: domestic!mingyu, shy to confident reader, mingyu takes you to a dog park, friends to lovers trope, mingyu gets horny over a thong, unprotected sex (reader is stated to be on the pill), big dick mingyu, mentions of reader passing out after orgasm, mingyu sucks on readers tits ♡ synopsis: mingyu wants you to know how much he loves you after dropping hints for years, and takes you on a date you'll never forget, and maybe you'll also figure out you love him too. ♡ a/n: part of the svthub spring series! you can find all the other wonderful fics here, take a read and stroll through the garden!

“Mingyu, why are we at a dog park? Neither of us even has a dog.”

“Because we can pat the dogs that are here, silly! It’s a great way to kill an hour or so.”

You chuckle and watch as he runs in front of you, before squatting down in front of the first dog approaching him. It’s small in stature and black in colour and looks like a toy poodle at first glance. As you walk closer and bend down beside him so the dog can sniff your hand, you can hear him talking to the dog in a cutesy voice that has you cringing externally, but melting internally.

For as long as you had been friends with Mingyu, which if you remembered correctly was about 7 years, there had always been a small part of you that had fallen head over heels for the tall, tanned man. You kept it buried down inside you as deep as it would go, and promised yourself it would never, ever come up.

You just hoped that it wasn't obvious in any aspect, because you were sure you’d shrivel into a ball if he knew your true feelings.

“Over here! There’s a whole bunch of dogs wanting their bellies rubbed!” Mingyu’s voice floats into your consciousness and you quickly stand and jog over to where he was now laying stomach down on the grass, rubbing the belly of a dalmatian. You wanted to scold him for rolling in the grass in a white shirt and light-coloured jeans, but he looked so cute that you didn’t have the heart to tell him.

“Quick! Take my picture!”

Mingyu’s excited voice makes your heart skip a beat as you pull out your phone and snap a couple of pictures, which you were sure he’d upload to his Instagram later. Mentally, you were kicking yourself for having your feelings for him bubble up like a boiling pot on a stove. It’s not like he would like you back anyway, he could have literally anyone he wanted.

But little did you know, the only person he wanted was you.

From the moment he laid eyes on you all those years ago, he couldn't picture his life without you in it. Every night, he dreamed about every inch of you, how the perfume you use makes his heart race and how he wants nothing more than to push you against a mattress and make love to you.

The only thing stopping him from confessing was that he didn't want to ruin your friendship. It was the best thing in his life and if you rejected him, he wouldn't know what to do with himself.

“Oh, look at how pretty these flowers are!”

Mingyu is drawn immediately to your voice, his head snapping up and abandoning his spot on the ground with the dogs to find you crouched over some shrubs a few feet away. He’s not sure what kind of flowers they are, but you seem pretty invested in them.

“What are they?”

“They’re called Zinnias, I love how bright they are… they’re my favourite flowers.” You ramble, letting your hand brush over the petals of a bright yellow zinnia gently. Mingyu watches as you observe each flower, take some photos and a couple of selfies before finally standing up and looping your arm through his.

He feels his heart jump into his throat at the sudden closeness of you, but brushes it off as you lead him to walk along the path full of different flowers and shrubs. Mingyu observes you strolling and watches as you stop to pick some daisies, peonies, and other various types of flowers. He thinks it’s so cute.

“We should make flower crowns!” You squeal with excitement as you place the various flowers into a container and place them in your backpack, slinging it back over your shoulder and sliding your hand into Mingyu’s again. You give him a reassuring squeeze and he thinks he’s died and gone to heaven, but is quickly dragged back to Earth when he almost runs into his car.

How did you guys get back to his car so quickly? He swears you were still in the park 30 seconds ago.

You giggle at his clumsiness and climb into the passenger seat, eagerly waiting for him to hop into the driver's side. He follows suit and turns the key in the ignition with ease, before driving slowly out of the car park and out onto the busy streets.

“So, do you want to go out for dinner or just do something at home?” Mingyu asks, diverting his attention to you as he slows the car to a stop at a red light. You hum and rest your head in the palm of your hand mulling over the options. Mingyu was a very good cook, so it wasn't a hard decision to make, but you still wanted him to think it was a hard decision.

“Can we just go back to your place and have some ramen? I’ve been craving it for literal weeks and no one cooks it like you do.” The grin on your face makes him melt inside as he nods and makes a U-turn to head to his apartment, hoping he’s got all the ingredients to make you the best ramen ever.

As soon as he turns into his driveway, you’re already taking off your seatbelt and skipping inside, either to change into his clothes or start getting ingredients ready for the ramen. He’s kind of hoping it’s the former, but he’d be happy with either scenario considering how domestic they both were.

He walks inside and closes the door with a soft thud, placing his keys on the hook and toeing his shoes off onto the doormat. As he walks further into his apartment, he notices you’ve already turned the heater on, the tv is set up with Netflix, and your pants are on the floor. He grins and picks them up off the floor, placing them over the back of the couch before attempting to find where you had gone to.

When he walks into the kitchen, he feels as if his jaw might fall off.

You’re standing in the middle of the kitchen, grabbing all the ingredients you would both need. His eyes can't help but gaze over your body, widening when he notices you’re not wearing any pants at all. He thought that maybe you had changed into a pair of his sweats, but no, you’re standing there in only your pink thong and jumper.

He feels his cock twitch.

“Uhh…” His voice makes you stop and turn to face him, grinning from ear to ear. You take quick steps over to him and pull him by his forearm to come into the kitchen and help prepare the ramen. You knew what you were doing, teasing him by exposing basically everything from the waist down, but you couldn’t hide your feelings for him much longer, especially after today.

“Come on, let’s make some ramen!” Your voice grows whiny and he feels his cock twitch again, wondering how you would sound with his cock sheathed deeply inside you. He shakes his head and grabs one of the ramen packets, emptying it into the pot of water and turning the stove on.

You move to sit on the countertop, legs slightly spread so he can see the small wet spot that's begun to form on your thong. He doesn't pay much attention at first, focusing on placing all the ingredients in the pot and then going to grab the salt and pepper from the cupboard.

As he turns around from the cupboard, he almost drops the salt and pepper shakers at the sight of you; legs spread and jumper riding up your midriff, exposing a small sliver of your abdomen. He swallows harshly at the sight of the damp spot on your underwear and has to place the shakers on the counter before turning to properly face you.

“I… uh…you look really good right now,” his stutters have your confidence growing, and as a boost of confidence shoots through you, you feel the need to remove your jumper, exposing your matching lacy bra.

“I think you would look pretty good too if you removed your shirt and pants, we could match.” A giggle escapes your throat as you see the flush cover his cheeks and ears, hands quickly going to remove his shirt and tossing it to the side. Without a second to waste, he’s also removing his pants and leaving him in his boxers with a half-hard erection.

You lick your lips and spread your legs further, inviting him to come stand between them. He obliges and lets his hands hang loosely over your hips, his lips brushing yours only slightly enough to have goosebumps covering your skin. Everything feels so close, yet so far. What happens now?

“I love you, Mingyu.”

The words have his eyes widening, and even though your words are sentimental, you feel his cock twitch against your thigh. His eyes dart to where the ramen is slowly cooking away on the stove, knowing he doesn't have very long before the noodles will be ready.

“I love you too.”

He presses his lips delicately to yours and feels your arms sling over his shoulders. You can feel his rapid heartbeat against your chest, and it makes you feel so good knowing that you’ve made him feel this way. Every single touch he gives you, every slight graze along your skin, has it burning a trail that doesn't leave your mind.

You can feel yourself getting soaked by the second, Mingyu’s magic lips working deftly against your own and his tongue licking along the seams of your mouth. You can tell he’s holding himself back, and you need to let him know that it’s okay to let go.

“M-Mingyu-” your voice comes out breathily and has him groaning into your mouth before he’s reluctantly pulling away. At this point, he has a raging hard on and the wet spot on your panties has doubled. He stares at you, pupils black with lust and a small smirk on his lips, his fabric-covered cock pressing against your panty-clad cunt, only soaking you more.

“The noodles, Gyu, we need to move them off the stove,” you giggle, one of his hands reluctantly pulling away from your supple skin to fiddle with the nobs before eventually turning off the stove. Without a word coming from him, he turns back to face you and easily picks you up off the countertop, swiftly moving you to the couch you had set up earlier.

“I need to fuck you, but I don’t have a condom.”

“I’m on the pill, don’t worry about it.”

His eyes gleam with want and he feverishly presses his lips back to yours again, his hands moving to your back to fiddle with the clips of your bra. He removes it within a few moments with relative ease, sliding the straps off your shoulders and exposing your nipples to the cool air. 

He licks his lips at the sight of them pebbling up and immediately ducks his head down to wrap his lips around one of them, one of his hands teasing the other. His tongue feels rough against your skin and only drives you crazy. Your hands are in his dark locks, tugging against them as if your life depends on it.

“So fucking beautiful, can't believe I waited this long to confess and see this,” Mingyu mumbles against your skin, feeling his cock strain impossibly harder against the fabric of his boxers. He knows he probably has a pre cum stain on the front, but he could not give a shit with how good you look and feel.

With his mouth still wrapped around your tit, he reaches a free hand down to mindlessly rub your clit through your thong. Your grip on his hair tightens as he circles the bundle of nerves quickly, and your stomach begins to bundle up in pleasure.

“Mingyu…I ne-need you to fuck me.”

You don't have to ask him twice. Before you can say another word, he’s pulling off your nipple and practically ripping your panties in half. As you open your mouth to complain about your favourite thong being ruined, he shimmies his boxers down and exposes his girthy cock to you.

Your jaw drops open at the sight of him. You knew he had to be big, given his tall stature, but he was bigger than you had imagined. His girth was also much larger than you had been used to in the past, and while it slightly scared you, you also couldn't help but be extremely turned on at the same time.

“Have you got lube?” He asks, and you point to a small cupboard in your room where you kept all sorts of goodies like lube and your toys. He chuckles as he paws through the cupboard, and you roll your eyes, knowing he’s still a child at heart even though he’s about 30 seconds away from sheathing himself inside of you.

Moments later he comes back with a black lube bottle and pours a small amount onto his palm, before chucking the bottle next to you on the couch and pumping himself slowly with the lube, a low groan bubbling from his chest. You feel a new wave of arousal flood your body at the sight of him. How had you not jumped his bones years ago?

“Are you ready?” He asks, adjusting his body so that he’s hovering over you, while your legs are wrapped around his waist. You nod and let your lips press to his hungrily again as he begins to slide the fat head of his cock into your entrance. You whine at the sting and feel tears well up in your eyes. 

Even though he’s hardly pushed half of his cock into you, you can already tell he’s a very attentive lover. He kisses away your tears as he thrusts his hips further into you, holding you as close as he physically can while he sheaths the rest of his girthy cock inside you. Once he’s bottomed out, you both let out a sigh of relief and he peppers your face with kisses, praises flowing from his lips with every kiss.

After a few moments, you squeeze around his cock and he groans, before beginning to move slowly. He can feel your walls pulsating around him, and he’s certain he won’t last long if you keep it up. He plants his arms on each side of your head and starts thrusting a little faster, cock twitching when your boobs begin to bounce a little with each push inside of you.

“F-fuck…god, mingyu!” Your voice is like heaven to his ears as your mind turns to mush, any coherent thoughts you had flying out the window with how well he’s fucking you. Your moans and whimpers are sending him over the edge, and as his orgasm begins to peak, his hips start an extreme pace, groans and whimpers filling the room and your sweat colliding with each other. 

Your own orgasm isn't far behind Mingyu’s, and you feel yourself toppling over the edge with a loud cry when he lets the rough pad of his thumb bump roughly against your clit, rubbing harshly until your thighs clench around his hips and your back arches off the couch while stars dance across your vision.

It takes a while for you to come down from your high, and you don’t even realize that Mingyu has already gotten up and started cleaning you up with some tissues and wipes. You have a stupid smile on your face as you look down to see Mingyu sliding a pair of his sweats up your thighs, which he mirrors when he realizes you’ve come back to earth.

“Hi, darling, are you feeling okay?” The pet name has your cheeks burning but you nod regardless, reaching a hand out to comb through his hair softly. He leans into your touch, sighing softly at the contact, before he’s standing up and grabbing a shirt and placing it over your head, moving your arms to get them into the arm holes.

“So, I figured what we could do tonight is eat ramen, watch shitty television series and make flower crowns with those zinnias and other flowers you picked earlier, how does that sound?”

“That sounds perfect, Mingyu.”

“And you know, I actually did a bit of research on the zinnia flowers, and they actually have an interesting meaning.”

You quirk your brow, not even knowing that zinnias, let alone flowers, had meanings behind them. You urge him to go on, and he quickly pulls out his phone to show you what he had found through his research. You find yourself tearing up at the meaning behind them and bury your head in his shoulder.

“The meaning I like the most is that it stands for everlasting love and affection, but also for endurance and daily remembrance. So, from now on and every year on this day, I am going to bring you a bouquet of zinnias to remind you of my everlasting love for you.”

[sluttyminghao]

make him cry ♡ c.sc

♡ pairing: domestic!seungcheol and female!reader ♡ w.c.: 2.1k ♡ genre: smut ♡ this fics contains: sub!seungcheol, dom!reader, use of a vibrating cock ring, use of handcuffs, mentions of a ball gag, overstimulation, seungcheol crying from pleasure, pet names (good girl, sweetheart, baby), cum eating (only one small scene) ♡ synopsis: seungcheol had a bad day at work, and his one request was for you to make him forget about it. challenge accepted. ♡ a/n: enjoy some submissive seungcheol <3 ty to @sluttywonwoo for proof reading mwah feedback and reblogs are always appreciated!

You stare numbly at the television, hoping that the monotonous show you had unconsciously decided to switch on would provide even a crumb of serotonin. After the day you had had at work, you truly just wanted to put your feet up and watch television until you fell asleep on your couch.

Seungcheol wasn't home yet, which only made you feel slightly more deflated, as he was your go-to for emotional and physical support. Just the thought of him and his pouty lips sent butterflies erupting throughout your chest and stomach, and a smile spreading across your tired lips.

You couldn't help but let your mind wander to a couple of nights ago when he had you pinned to your bed, his cock slamming into you with every thrust as he let out his frustrations from his day at work. 

“Such a good whore for me, taking my cock like a good girl.” His breathy sighs are coupled with his thighs slapping against your own, and mixing with your own whines and moans, it creates a cacophony of sound that would otherwise sound horrible but at the moment is like a beautiful symphony that sends you spiralling into your orgasm quicker than ever.

The door to your apartment creaking open is what draws you out of your thoughts, and your head whips around to observe an equally exhausted Seungcheol trudging through the doorway, his feet dragging along the carpet with an unpleasant scraping noise. You cringe at the noise and make a mental note to call him out on it later, but when he finally emerges into the room, you stow that thought away and immediately pull the blanket away from your body so he has room to slide in underneath.

He doesn't attempt a conversation just yet but fully accepts your warmth under the fuzzy blanket and snuggles right into your side, a content sigh leaving his lips. Your hand reaches up and courses through his dark, fluffy hair, only recently having been permed again. You had to admit, you loved when his hair was permed.

“How was work today, baby?”

He grunts and turns to face you, a pout and slight frown becoming prominent on his features. Your simple question had him reliving the dragging day, getting screamed at for things out of his control, and unreachable deadlines needing to be met. 

You can see the gears in his head turning, and it’s visibly stressing him out even more as he thinks about it. An idea sparks in your mind, and a mischievous grin pulls across your lips as you try to work out how to bring up your idea, which you'll label as “stress relief” to him.

“Work was shit. I don’t even want to go back tomorrow.”

“Well, what if I take your mind off it right now?” Your question makes him raise his head and stare at you quizzically, the gears in his head now turning for a completely different reason. His eyes urge you to continue, gleaming under the lights like there are twinkling stars encapsulated within his irises. He looks so cute when all his attention is directly on you.

“Let’s go to the bedroom.”

Seungcheol immediately throws the blanket off of you both and is quick to follow you to the bedroom only a couple of feet away like a lost puppy. You can hear his socked feet thumping lightly against the linoleum flooring, and it makes your heart skip a beat at the fact that this man would follow you to the ends of the earth.

Upon entering the bedroom, you wait for him to enter behind you and then close the door. He watches you bounce towards your walk-in wardrobe and walk out again seconds later with a bright pink box in your hands and an evil grin on your features. He can feel his pulse quicken as you set the box on the bed and turn to face him.

“Take off your clothes and get on the bed.”

Your sudden dominant aura has him choking and spluttering out, only receiving an eyebrow raise from you. He suddenly feels small as he removes his shirt, your eyes burning into him and drinking in every inch of exposed skin. Now he knows how you feel when he gives you the exact instructions.

Seungcheol quickly removes his sweats and boxers, leaving him bare in front of you with a half-erect cock. He can feel his face begin to burn and he has the sudden urge to cover himself up, but he knows you’ll just scold him. You continue to stare at him until he remembers what you said and he crawls onto the bed, sitting directly in the middle and waiting for your next instruction.

You stare at him with a grin on your features, and you can see his cock twitch in anticipation. After a quick glance into the box and rummaging through the various items in it, you finally pull out what you were looking for, and simultaneously make Seungcheol gasp at the sight of it.

“You know what this is, don’t you, baby?”

He nods meekly and spreads his legs out so that you can get between them to attach the object. The black rubber fits snugly over his now fully erect shaft and settles nicely at the base, a small whimper escaping Seungcheol’s lips at the tightness of the cock ring encapsulating his cock.

You hadn’t even turned it on yet and you could see Seungcheol’s cock beginning to leak precum, and his breaths have grown slightly shallower. He’s getting so worked up already and you haven't even started. Cute.

“Baby, tell me what you would like me to do.”

He glances up at you, doe eyes and pouty lips more present than ever. You can see how flushed his cheeks are, how his curly hair is beginning to stick to his forehead in strands, and how his beautiful skin looks like it glows under the light of the lamp. Your eyes travel further down and observe his toned body looking like it had been carved by gods. By now his cock is angry and red, the tip leaking precum. 

“I-I wanna feel good…”

“I know that sweetheart, but what do you want me to do to make you feel good?”

Seungcheol can’t even maintain eye contact with you, his eyes avoiding yours at all costs and instead choosing to remain trained on the pink box with mysterious items inside. Who knows what was in there, he hadn’t even really seen it before, and he wondered how long you’d actually had it for.

“Baby?”

“Oh…sorry…I-I wanna be overstimulated… don’t want to remember my horrible work day…” his voice goes soft as he finishes his sentence, his fingers intertwining with themselves to keep himself occupied. All you can do is smile softly and pull a couple more items out of the box and place them on your vanity out of harm's way.

“I’ll make sure the only thing you remember is my name, sweetheart.”

He gulps at the sentence and feels his cock twitch once again at the pet name. He isn’t normally one for pet names, but with the state he was in it didn’t even register in his mind. His mind had basically turned to static, but even more so when you quickly flick the switch on a small remote, bringing the cock ring to life.

At first, the vibrations are low and only small pulses, not quite enough to cum but definitely enough to get him riled up. You can see the way his stomach tenses and his lips drop into an ‘O’ shape as the pulses begin to course through his shaft, and slowly the sensations spread to his entire body.

“Feel good baby?”

“...mhm…y-yeah feels s’good…” his soft whimpers had your own arousal flooding your underwear and you feel your body warming up while you see him squirming. You knew he could handle more vibrations, and with a smirk you change the dial on the remote again, bumping it up to the third highest setting.

“O-oh fuck!” Seungcheol’s body crumples at the intensity of the vibrations, and his body falls flat against the mattress, hands fisting the sheets and his legs spreading widely. You know he won’t last very long, so you decide to bump up the settings once more to the highest vibrational setting.

At this point, you can hear him gasping and hiccuping. Tears are beginning to stream down his face from the sheer amount of pleasure his body is facing. The lower half of his body is struggling, his hips bucking up and thrusting into nothing and his fingers just about ripping the sheets.

With the way his body is twitching and his abs are contracting, you know he’s close to his orgasm but you also know he will try to stave it off for as long as possible. His cock is leaking precum in a continual stream, and you know of one thing that will make him cum immediately.

“Cheollie, are you gonna cum for me?” Your voice has dropped an octave and he peeks at you through his tear-covered lashes, thrusting up into the air once, twice more before he’s letting out a loud sob and cum is shooting from his tip. You watch in awe as the cock ring milks him for everything he’s got, his cum coating his stomach and thighs while your name rolls off his tongue like a mantra.

You bring the vibrations down to the lowest setting for a while, letting him recover in his post-orgasmic haze. A grin covers your lips when you see him twitch and his death grip on your sheets loosens slightly. 

“God…felt so, so good,”

You grin and lean over to peck his nose, and teasingly run your hand over his stomach. He watches you eagerly as you scoop up some of his cum off his skin and swipe it onto your tongue, swallowing the salty substance eagerly. Although it was such a small and simple gesture, he can’t help but feel his cock twitch and begin to grow hard again.

“Glad you felt good baby, say, how do you feel about another round?”

He glances at you curiously, eyebrow raised underneath his sweaty bangs. You chuckle and move to your vanity, pulling up the items you had pulled out of the box before. Seungcheol’s eyes grow wide at the sight of the handcuffs, nipple clamps, and a ball gag. The gears are turning in his head again, you can tell, and you’re not quite sure how he feels about the toys.

“I don't want to use the ball gag.”

“Okay, well don’t be a brat then and we won’t need to use it.”

Seungcheol’s eyes widen again when you place the ball gag to the side and immediately lock his wrists into the handcuffs, making sure they are placed around one of the poles on your headboard for security. You also take care to place a pillow underneath his arms to make sure he’s comfortable.

You take one look at him and feel your body grow hot again; he has dried tear tracks on his face, cum drying on his thighs and stomach and his cock is angry and red once again from your dominant actions. Everything in his body is going into overdrive, and it doesn’t help when you begin to strip off your own clothing, taking your sweet time doing so.

“I’ll never get tired of seeing your body, fuck you look so good.” Seungcheol groans when you have stripped bare and are standing naked in front of him, your body in its full glory and all for him to enjoy. The only thing he doesn’t like at this exact moment is that he can’t feel your supple flesh under his fingertips, mapping out your skin with his fingers.

You smirk and get yourself settled between his thighs, turning the cock ring back on when you get comfortable. He whimpers at the feeling, the overstimulation seeping into his system once again but not complaining, especially when you shuffle over his thighs and move your body over his own, hovering over his cock.

His heart rate quickens when he feels the warmth of your body, and he just knows that you’re going to milk him for everything he’s got, especially with the smirk that’s plastered on your features as you bump up the vibrations on the cock ring one notch and repeat what you had told him earlier.

“I’m going to make sure you only remember my name, sweetheart.”

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