genre. fluff. headcanons.
warnings. these are kinda disorganized rly random but oh well.
pairing. hanse x reader.
wc. 803.
request. not officially requested by still requested by @eternalgyu <3
a/n. i miss victon sm goodbye... (but first hanse fic so yay)
hanse has always noticed that you eye his tattoos. especially after you’ve been dating for a little while and got more comfortable with each other, you’re more obvious with your stares. but you’re still too scared to ask for a tour, and hanse thinks it's cute, that you’re so shy about it, not wanting to pressure him.
he offers to show you them up close one evening. you listen intently as he tells you the meaning behind each one, giggling at how some of them were honestly dares or jokes. he lets you trace each one, not leaving out how he had covered old ones with new ones. it starts out with just the ones on his left arm, but when he sees that you’re still curious about the ones he got on his chest and back, he isn’t shy to take off his shirt and show you. you’re a little shy being met with his bare back and chest, but also in awe of both his muscles and the pretty black ink decorating his soft skin.
after that you start to make it your habit to trace his tattoos. it’s soothing, both to you and hanse. he likes it more than he would admit, and in a way it makes him feel loved and pretty to you. to see that you’re so in love with the artwork on his skin, that you don’t think it’s too much or weird, it makes his chest feel warm.
you feel the same way about his piercings, and are always excited when you find cool new jewelry for him to try. some days he goes without his lip ring, but on days that he is wearing it, he can tell that you get a little extra clingy. kissing him and feeling the cool metal against your skin never gets old.
hanse has his own unique style, and you love to play around with it with him. it’s always heavily reliant on black. he’s experimented a lot in the past to find what he likes best and what feels like him, and he found that black is exactly what feels right. knowing that colour is often out of the picture, when you style him, you like to add elements of texture instead. spiky chokers and bracelets, silver or black rings, even pretty belts. it’s fun to match with accessories, even if you both have opposite senses of style.
if you like your outfits to be colourful, you can still match with jewelry. or, if you like black outfits like hanse, he’ll buy you matching shirts so you can have fun styling it in different ways. while most of the time your boyfriend adorns black band shirts, tank tops, or hoodies, accessorised to the max with shiny silver, sometimes he does like to wear more traditional clothes. button ups or white t-shirts, occasionally a suit or sweater. it’s rare, but you love it all the same as his usual aesthetic.
if hanse had to describe his relationship with you, it would be comfort and laughter. you’re his person. someone who loves him just the way he is, who doesn’t expect or want anything outside of what he already offers. you make him smile, you make him laugh, you make him feel so in love every day. one look at your eyes and he can feel that things aren’t as bad as they seem, that they’ll be okay as long as you’re with him. you make him forget about his worries and allow him to live in the moment, to enjoy every second he gets to spend.
you’re so connected emotionally that any time you have to spend apart from your boyfriend is rough. you’re used to being around him all the time— having almost everything you do in a day accompanied by your favourite person in the entire world. you make do with texting and calling as often as you can. you’d spend hours on video call, even if you were outside running errands. it doesn’t compare to actually being together, but it’s enough to make it bearable.
you know that despite his appearances, your boyfriend has a very soft heart. he’s empathetic and scared of a lot of things, but you help him overcome things that once terrified him. you slowly become his home. and overtime he can barely remember what his life looked like without you; only that it could never compare to what he has now. hanse thinks you’re precious. he adores you, frankly. he’s not ashamed that he’s absolutely whipped, that everytime he sees you his eyes light up, or that he’ll never get tired of telling you that he loves you. it’s a truth that will never change, and he’d shout it out for the whole world to hear if he could.
↳ victon taglist (bolded could not be tagged): @eternalgyu,, @minholing,, @candewlsy,, @blossominghunnie,, @weird-bookworm,,
You sat on the table by the window, a book open in front of you, a tea half drunk, the jar holding flowers pushes carefully to the far corner of the table, so that you didn’t knock it over. The cafe was quiet, nearly empty and the sun was shining outside, a contrast to your mood so early on a Monday morning.
“Excuse me,” a voice broke you out of your thoughts and you looked up, “Could I sit? All the other tables are full.”
This beautiful boy standing in front of you, with his unruly mop of brown hair flopping in his face, an easy smile and eyes that seemed to twinkle, grimaced at his own lie and went to turn to walk away when you responded to his question.
“Sure.” Your voice was soft and kind, your smile catching him off guard and you moved the book slightly, so that you could pull your tea closer and leave him some more space on the table. He carefully moved the jar of flowers further into the middle of the table before settling into the seat across from you, placing his coffee, black, onto the table gently.
“Black coffee? Please tell me there’s sugar in there and I didn’t just let a heathen sit with me.” You were teasing him, and your voice was so soft that he almost didn’t hear you .
“Sorry. Heathen here.” He shrugged and pointed to himself, causing you to playfully cringe and the conversation flowed from there.
The way he thought of things differently to how you and your friends did and the way he threw his head back when he laughed and how he didn’t seem to care what the people around them thought just made you swoon, and you stayed there, talking for hours and hours about everything and nothing, some things important and other things completely and utterly pointless.
The day passed by in a blur of conversations and sweat tea and black coffee, and eventually the manager of the cafe had to inform the couple that it was time to leave and wished them a good evening. So, they gathered their items and set off down the street, still chatting about something, something that caused you to laugh more than you thought acceptable and in a way that had him in awe of you for what felt like the millionth time that day.
Summary: Everyone has certain needs, but in his world of money and lust Hanse surely didn’t need love. Or so he was convinced until he paired up with you.
Warnings: Camboy/camgirl themes, masturbation, Hanse is a little bit mean (in only the best of ways I have problems okay), some teasing sexual and verbal, some manhandling, dom/sub themes, oral (fem receiving), rough sex, fingering, protected sex, some cum play (cum eating), dirty talk, degradation, cursing, sex toys, overstimulation, crying, a little pain, squirting, praise, dirty talk, use of the terms doll and sweetheart, drooling.
Word Count: 5395
Hanse’s brow was raised, continuing to silently sip on his glass of whiskey as he listened to Sejun speak as both a friend and manager. He’d been listening to the man rattle off this plan for the past half hour at this point and frankly he was running out of ways to rephrase his suggestion. It almost pained Hanse to watch at this point...almost, but then again if he was going to suggest what he did Hanse was gonna let him suffer just a little for it. Eventually however, enough was enough, Hanse sighs and puts the glass down.
“You know I like to work alone, Sejun, so why are you asking?” Hanse asks, arms crossing over his chest as he watches nonchalantly as Sejun huffs, arms dropping dramatically to his sides.
“Please Hanse, she needs to catch a break. She’s good, she’s just stuck in the early phase. The one where its only the same old creeps every time. Just help her build a bit of a rep that’s all I ask. She could really use it.” Sejun practically begs and while it wasn’t really Hanse’s thing he couldn’t really say no to his friend like this.
“Send me her profile. I’m not agreeing to anything, but I’ll take a look at her at least.” Hanse concedes at least that much, getting his friend to back off slightly for the time being, “Why are you so invested in her though?”
“She’s my newest client!” Sejun beams, “Well I guess I should say she’s my second client considering before it was just you.”
“What? Did I not pay well enough? Cause if that’s the real issue I can fix that.” Hanse offers still somewhat looking for a way out, to no avail.
“No. No, nothing like that. I just wanted to start branching out some and she seemed like the perfect person. Like I said though she needs help getting out there. Come on Hanse, consider it a favor to me.” Sejun’s comments make Hanse roll his eyes, mumbling something about how he never should have hired his friend.
“Hey I said I’d look at her profile or whatever. Get off my ass and I’ll think about it. I’m not making any promises though.” Hanse tries to wave him off again, but with Sejun it seems as though that’s rather pointless as he thanks the man as if he’d already fully agreed to any and everything.
Still Hanse had agreed to take a look at your profile and so he would. At the very least he might be able to lend you some advice through his friend and perhaps be enough to end Sejun’s begging even if he didn’t quite agree. Sejun had sent the link, all he had to do now was click around the familiar website to take in all the various aspects of your profile while savoring his whiskey as he did any night off...and a few on.
He had to hand it to you, for someone so new your profile was very well put together. Though perhaps Sejun had helped you with that as well. Between saying and showing just enough to tease to interacting with the right amount, and even scheduling things when you should expect a decent amount of traction your profile looked good. Which did peak the man’s curiosity...why weren’t you getting more attention? Scrolling through posts he weeded through pictures of lingerie, toys, aesthetic images, and even kinky texts to find an image of your body. Sucking a breath in through his teeth as he brought his glass up again, throat suddenly running dry. You were gorgeous, breathtaking even, so there was no reason in hell or on earth itself you shouldn’t be drowning in followers or even notice. Yet, he hadn’t heard or seen you anywhere. Which only left him one last thing to check, a stream. He pulled up a recording of a past stream of yours to see if perhaps there was something about being on camera that you couldn’t nail down, only to find nothing yet again. Falling back in his chair with a huff, noticing that he had started to grow hard even. Something that he often had much more control over by this point, that fact speaking volumes about you. He was stumped though, not knowing what advice to give his friend. Hanse pulls his phone out with a sigh knowing he might just regret this, but pulls up his friend’s name anyway to send him a text.
Hanse: Go ahead and send her my profile. Shoot the idea by her. If she’s down then we’ll MEET. This whole thing is going to be on my terms though and my terms only.
Sejun: Of course! I already talked to her about connecting her to someone though, she seems down, but I’ll send your profile her way.
Hanse shakes his head deciding to go distract himself from the possible regrettable decision he just made before he could overthink it too much. Meanwhile you were getting a late night email from Sejun, your newest helper and manager. Noticing how he talks up his friend and client Hanse, including his profile and the potential to work together soon even. Sure you had been onboard with Sejun’s suggestion, trusting him completely on that. Yet now you suddenly felt nervous over the fact there was a potential option for that. Still, you decided to open the link and take a look for yourself.
Your first thought is shock, more in the sense that his presence seems to be the polar opposite of yours. Not that that necessarily means anything, being on cam is about putting on a show whether it’s truly you or not. Still the man was breathtaking and looked like trouble compared to your more sweet, innocent image. When Sejun had suggested it you expected another person with a soft image, not that you were complaining by any means. No, in fact, maybe you should thank him for this. Perhaps mixing some trouble in was exactly what you needed. At the very least it could get you some attention. Though this man’s screaming presence of danger was doing anything but scare you off, only enticing you more.
Y/N: Sejun, set up the meeting. You have my schedule and all. Just don’t let me meet me alone in a back alley or something creepy. Cause I might actually agree to do some questionable shit in the presence of that man.
Sejun: I told you! See I know what you like better than you even do! You can trust me though, I wouldn’t suggest him if I thought you’d be in any real danger. Though I will warn, he might be a little...mean.
Y/N: Mean can be hot... if it’s in the right way. Either way I’ll meet with him and if it’s not something I can handle then we’ll call it off. I trust you though. 😊
You hadn’t lied to Sejun about your trust in him. Still, the way butterflies were going every which way in your gut right now over just the thoughts of what this man might be like had you nervous. As if you were fawning over your first high school crush and scared to lose your virginity to him or something, utterly ridiculous kind of nervous. Especially for a camgirl. This was a business meeting goddamn it, between two working and professional adults. Very attractive adults mind you, but that shouldn’t be enough to have you restless through the night. Logical reasoning didn’t seem to win out this time though and so your eyes drifted over to your bedside table, pulling out a vibrator and finding the perfect video off that profile to pair with it. Even if you and him didn’t enter a business relationship, you were quite thoroughly fucked, this man would be your new addiction. Especially if you slept this well after getting off to his videos was more than just a one time thing.
Sejun wasted no time in coordinating arrangements between you two, making a group chat to send out date, time, and location. Letting you both finally get each other’s name. Though your heart stopped for a moment when Hanse got adamant in the group chat that he would meet you alone without Sejun’s pushy personality there to be any sort of outside influence. Instead that you’d both fill him in once you had met and talked one on one. You still trusted that Sejun wouldn’t put you in danger and that if anything did happen he would come running at the simplest of texts, but that didn’t mean you weren’t anxious over the thought of meeting Hanse like this.
Stepping into the hotel you and Hanse were planning to meet in you knew there was no going back now. Picking up your key from the front desk and making your way up to the room, opening it to silence and so you had to will your voice into working and speak up. Not that it entirely kept the nervous tremble out of it.
“Hello? Hanse, are you here?” You question as you shut the door behind you and glance around as you start to step in.
“I am. Just getting comfortable. Don’t be shy.” Hanse calls from deep inside the room, giving you a direction to go towards only to stop in your tracks when you actually see him.
Hanse was lounging back on the couch in the room, letting the setting sun cast in through the window and over his bare skin. Chest and legs bare and tattoos on display with simply a blanket haphazardly thrown over his lap. A glass of whiskey in hand as he raises a brow at your stunned form, snickering around the rim of the glass as he brings it up for another sip before holding it up in gesture.
“Would you like a glass? You seem... tense.” He offers picking up on your body language rather easily and trying to ease you into this setting. Even if he wasn’t necessarily all that interested in having anything to do with you he had no intentions of being cruel.
“Slightly... more so stunned than otherwise. A glass might help though, you’re right.” You agree with a small nod, watching as the man languidly begins to move again. Gasping softly, yet not enough to go unheard it seemed, when he stands and the blanket falls to show that he had nothing on at all.
“Stunned? And why is that?” The shit eating grin on Hanse’s face showed he wasn’t entirely clueless to the reason why, but his ego wanted to hear you say it. Watching closely as he poured you a glass wondering if he was going to scare you away like this.
“I didn’t quite expect you to be so...forward.” You admit, feeling as if your skin was burning as you reached out to take the glass from him. As hot as you felt in this moment however, you weren’t going anywhere, not until you saw this through.
“I assumed you did your research and so there would be no reason to hide anything. So why not be fully comfortable?” Hanse shrugs as he takes his seat again, not bothering to put the blanket back over himself this time however, “Besides, I’m a very blunt, forward person. Is that going to be a problem?”
You shake your head, taking a gulp of the whiskey and letting it burn down your throat and hopefully kick in as you will yourself to go sit on the couch along with him, just at a bit of a distance still.
“It’s not. Blunt can be good, you know where you stand. I like that. Besides I had no idea at all what to expect, so I probably would have been shocked no matter what.” You out yourself slightly, causing Hanse to chuckle. He had to admit though you were handling all of this better than he expected.
“Well I had some time to settle and get comfortable. I’ll let you have the same. You tell me when you’re ready and then we’ll talk business.” He extends the courtesy to you, watching as you remove your jacket and shoes, moving to somewhat mirror his stance and lay back a little bit.
“I’m fine, we can go ahead and talk now.” You assure him, hearing how he hums the glass and finding that even that is attractive. Even if now is not the time to be getting turned on, not that he was helping that with his appearance currently. You were proud of how well you had done focusing on his face however.
“So I know what Sejun had said, but the reason I wanted to get you alone was to ask you what you’re really expecting from this if we were to work together? Don’t bullshit me either, I’ll know.” Hanse watches you closely as you sip the drink before leaning your head against the back of the couch.
“Because I’m tired of seemingly wasting my time. I’m not miserable camming, but like doing anything long enough without really being appreciated takes a toll. Especially when the whole point it to be noticed.” You respond with a shrug, “I’m not a quitter don’t get me wrong, but it was starting to get to me. So if I’m going to keep doing this then I need to do it right. That’s what I want to get from this. Maybe neither of us ever shows in the other’s videos, but if you can just help me with advice or anything so I know I’m actually doing this shit right...then that’s what I want.”
“You’re not just here to make money getting your back blown?” He can’t help but to tease watching you almost choke in shock at his question, despite picking up on how genuine you seemed to be, “Seriously though, advice or assistance I can do easily. Perhaps even a collaboration, I’d just like to make sure you and I are on the same page though.”
“Of course. I’m fine with that too. I just know that just because someone shows it all off on the internet doesn’t mean they wanna fuck someone they don’t really know.” You take a turn at speaking bluntly now causing Hanse to raise a brow before setting down his glass as he finishes his drink.
“I mean I’m a rather sexual person and I figured I wasn’t the only one with needs so why not make some money off it. After all... I’m not exactly shy.” He snickers holding his hand out to take your glass as well when he notices you’re finished.
“Don’t we all. I do wonder though...and if this is too personal feel free to pass up an answer, I just don’t know anyone else who cams to ask. Does it ever get lonely? I mean I’ve been single a long time and this covers those needs, but I can’t image its an easy thing for someone to accept when you start dating them.” Your question catches Hanse off guard for a moment, looking over you for a moment as if to gauge if you had hidden reasons for asking.
When he doesn’t pick up on anything he decides to humor you with an answer after the honesty you’ve given him so far, “No. Well not to me anyways. I’m not for all that mushy, gushy, love shit. I gave it a try and learned that it’s a lie. A way for people to manipulate and take advantage of each other and I refuse to be naïve enough to believe in it anymore. I find other ways to care for my needs and between that and having friends my life is complete.”
Hanse sighs, noticing your stunned expression again, the way you blink over at him wide eyed in response. Your face falls slightly, almost becoming a puppy dog face and he shakes his head slightly not waiting for you to speak up again before he does.
“Don’t tell me you believe in that fairytale love story shit. Why would you need any of that crap?” Hanse crosses his arms watching your expression fall further, almost feeling perhaps he had been a little too harsh with his words when it seems as if you might cry.
“I mean I don’t need it. I don’t have it now and I’m living life just fine and happy... that doesn’t stop me from wanting it though. If that’s not for you then fine, live like that. It’s not for me though.” You speak softly, enough so that Hanse realizes he did overstep slightly, but not enough to make you cry.
“Fair enough.” He backs down, not sure why he cares if your feelings were to be hurt by his view, but finding that he does, “Would you like to talk about anything else? Or should I go ahead and update Sejun? I’ll show you the email before I send it so you can confirm.”
“That’s fine. If we think of anything else we can shoot a text or meet up again.” You agree, Hanse picking up on how you still seem to shrink back some now that you’ve grown quiet in response yet letting it be. Who was he to care anyways? He didn’t know you that well. Besides, it was probably just a physical response to finding you attractive and not his problem.
Hanse drafting up an email to Sejun outlining what the two of you had briefly talked about in terms of an agreement, handing you the laptop after to allow you to look over it and make adjustments as you saw fit before he sent it off. Allowing a moment of silence to settle for a moment before deciding to take a chance, wanting to test something out and see if that was just a physical response.
“You know... the room is booked for the whole night so we might as well make use of it don’t you think?” Hanse’s inquiry makes you pause, staring at him for a moment to see if maybe you were understanding incorrectly or not.
“And just what are you implying Hanse?” You raise a brow at him causing him to lean into your space with a deep chuckle.
“What do you think? After all, I said I was a sexual person. Plus we both agreed we’re not opposed to working together like that and we’re attractive, so why not consider this a chance for a test run?” Hanse plops down on the edge of the bed now, leaning back onto his palms as he watches your reaction.
Your actions contradicting as you shake your head, but move close to him, “I can’t believe I’m about to agree to this when you just fucking insulted me the way you did.”
“What? You want me to make it up to you now?” He can’t help but be smug as he looks up at you when you step between his legs, “Give me ten minutes and I bet you won’t even remember your name, let alone anything you’d have to be mad at me over.”
“Oh is that so? And what if I said I don’t believe you? You might know how to cam, but that doesn’t mean you know how to fuck. Who says you even know your way around a woman?” You seem to strike a nerve, which may have slightly been the point so as to get him back a little bit for his earlier attack towards you.
Hanse growls under his breath, though whether it was a remark towards you or simply a sound of irritation you couldn’t decipher as he instantly reaches to pull your top off. Fully intending to follow through on the light hearted promise he made more just messing around, but now a matter of pride due to your challenge. Your pants are quick to follow, it crosses your mind for a fraction of a second that perhaps Hanse had some intention of this all along seeing as how he had been naked from the start. Not that the man in question leaves you anytime to ponder over that. Hanse stands while his hands grip at your hips, quickly swapping your positions so that you’re on the bed with him standing now. Shoving you back onto the bed a tad harsh, a bit from irritation as his pride acts up, but also due to knowing that as you fall back no harm will come with the bed behind you.
Hanse’s hands moving down from your hips to your legs, fingertips just barely grazing over the flesh before firmly gripping your knees. He spreads your legs, eyes focusing in on your clothed cunt. Getting down on his knees he leans in closer, hands pressing up your inner thighs and spreading you out as much as he could, not wanting to leave you any room to move away as he places a kiss to your panties. Pressing his tongue flat against your entrance letting it sit there as saliva pools and mixes with your arousal to form a wet patch rather quickly. Hanse moves to slowly drag his tongue up then only stopping again once he gets to your clit, letting the fabric grow damp before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking, the sensation overwhelming you for a minute. You’re suddenly very grateful that he had taken a second before doing that as even the wet fabric rubbed against your clit slightly rough. Not that you thought you should expect anything different from the little you did know about Hanse. His tongue pressing against the bud while it’s still trapped in his mouth, putting more pressure before swirling around it for a minute. Pulling away with a pop as he looks up at you moving one hand away from your thigh and holding it out to you.
“Give me your hand.” He requests leaning his head against your thigh as he waits for you to listen. You raise a brow not sure what he was wanted, but reaching out anyways letting him guide your hand between your legs, having you pull your panties aside. “Stay just like that. Out of my way.”
Without waiting another second his mouth is on you again, tongue teasing your entrance before curling in as he watches your reactions. He presses closer with each movement, his nose brushing against your clit and when it makes you cry out, fingers tightening around your panties to not reach out and tug at your hair he grins against you. Deciding that while he was planning on breaking you down as quickly as possible he could tease just a hair when he noticed what you liked, making sure you knew just how good he could treat you. Pressing into you a little firmer before shaking his head and moaning against you when you tense up as a result.
“Cum on my tongue sweetheart, you know you want to. Don’t worry, I won’t stop not until you’re shaking.” Hanse’s voice is almost gentle in comparison to his actions as he mumbles them against your core, the vibrations from each word spoken deeply causing a sharp spike of pleasure to shoot up your spine. Arching for him in effect, free hand reaching up by your head to grip at the sheets as your moans increase in volume.
Part of you hated giving in so easily to him, but you were so ill-prepared for how good he’d actually be that you were helpless to the pleasure he drowned you in now. Hanse knew just how to pull the string tight and make it snap so quickly it seemed as if he didn’t even have to try. Pulling back once you cum, just enough to stand though. He pushes away the hand gripping your panties replacing it with his and forcefully pulling them down your legs before taking his place between them again. His grin shit eating as he looks down into your glazed over eyes.
“Look at how pliant you are for me. Talking all this shit just to be a good girl the second someone touches your slutty little cunt, huh?” He toys with you licking over his middle two fingers before slipping them down and into your cunt with one smooth motion. When he curls them just right to make you arch again, withering in sensitivity his other hand slips under your back to unclasp your bra. “And you thought I wouldn’t know how to treat a woman. Are you eating your words now baby?”
“F-Fuck you Hanse!” You grit out between clenched teeth, he knows it’s not from anger however, but instead you trying to hold back your sounds.
“Oh you will sweetheart, when I feel like it though.” Hanse chuckles, fingers pulling out and teasingly pinching at your clit before he walks away to go get a condom from the bedside table, tossing a wand vibrator besides you as well making you gasp.
“You fucker! You fucking planned this didn’t you?” Your tone is breathy, eyes widening at him in disbelief as he simply shrugs, rolling the condom on.
“I wouldn’t say planned, but I wanted to be hopefully prepared in case it were to.” He admits, thumb moving to rub your clit and line himself up. He hesitates, however, due to the way his heart stutters looking into your eyes when they glaze over with lust and pleasure again. Not sure why his chest suddenly felt tighter than his pants would have in this situation, yet he almost felt panicked at the thought of looking into your eyes right now. So he wouldn’t, playing it off instead as he flips you over onto your stomach, feet hitting the floor as you bend over the edge of the bed.
He teases his tip through your folds as he leans over you, reaching for the vibrator he had tossed besides you earlier, clicking it on and placing it into your hand before guiding that to your clit as he slowly pushes in inch by delicious fucking inch, “I’m going to fucking break you doll. Fuck you so good you’ll be begging me to do shows with you ever night from now on.”
You were already falling apart beneath him before he even moved, Hanse’s free hand gripping at your hair and pressing your face further into the sheets when you moan out so loud that they might be hearing from the hotel for noise. Not that he cared much, but perhaps you had dignity to spare. The thought making him question his motives yet again, after all, why the fuck did he care?
“Please.” Your choked out sob caught his attention, leaning down to catch a glimpse of the tears glittering in your eyes and he swore he almost busted right then despite the amount of control he’d built over the last few years.
“This doesn’t work like that doll. You gotta speak up, tell me what you want sweetheart. Be good enough and maybe, just maybe, I’ll be nice and actually give it to you before I get what I want.” He mocked as if you didn’t both want the same thing in this moment.
“Please move Hanse. Fuck! Please, I’m begging. I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t barely walk out this room. Fuck me so well my body commits it to memory.” Your tone of voice along with the way your hips wiggle just slightly convinces him enough, and while typically he’d be the type to punish someone for this you were being too good right now for him to care. No, he’d have all the time to mold you into his perfect little submissive on camera later. For now this was enough for him.
His hips started moving quick and hard, drilling your hips into the bed with each thrust. Hitting deep enough that just the slightly twinge of pain sounded in through the ringing pleasure, something you found yourself loving though. Each roll of his hips making your free hand claw at the sheets as you felt a high rush towards you quicker than you thought was possible to stop even if everything else did in this moment. Hanse noticed too, feeling you getting impossibly tighter around him.
“Let go doll, but don’t move the toy away. You’re going to give me one more before we’re done, like the good girl you are for me now.” His tone softens with you, seeing the way you seem to shatter beneath him, leaning down to kiss your temple, something he never did. The action seemed to be what set you right off though, Hanse praising you through it, “There you go. You’re so perfect when you cum on my cock for me. Give me one more doll.”
Hanse reaches down to slip his fingers between yours when he notices you clawing at the sheet again, gripping onto your hand tightly while his face stays close to yours watching how you’re drooling now. His free hand sliding over yours on the vibrator again, noticing how it trembles along with your thighs and wanting to make sure you’re soaking up every ounce of possible pleasure right to the very end.
“Come on sweetheart, cum for me again. I’m about to cum too, but you first.” He watches you nod blindly, cumming around him with a gush of wetness squirting around his cock and he pulls out leaving the vibrator there until he’s drained every drop from you. He’s quick to toss it away so as not to hurt you, not knowing your limits quite yet. His condom goes next, pumping his cock a few times before he’s cumming hot ribbons across your back and ass making you twitch at the sudden feeling.
Hanse shudders at the sight before pulling it together again, well mostly. He can’t help but lean down though, tongue licking over your form and scooping up his cum. He gently cradles your neck, guiding you into a kiss in your dazed state, kissing you deeply to share his cum with you. Feeling pride swell in his chest for some reason when you swallow.
“There’s a good girl. Stay here and take deep breaths. I’ll be right back.” Hanse assures you taking note of your whiny nature and going to get a warm washcloth along with a water bottle. Coming back to look over you, while he wasn’t emotional he wasn’t heartless especially not with someone who submitted to him. Taking note of how it seemed you had subbed out a bit at this point and using cleaning you with a few scattered kisses as a way of assessing how far you had dropped and helping start to ease you back.
Hanse wraps a good blanket around you before carrying you to the couch, giving you the water and bringing the snack box from the other side of the room so you could get what you wanted while he changed most the ruined sheets with the spares he had requested due to “getting cold”, as if it wasn’t going to be obvious what you both were up to. Carrying you back to bed and tucking you in before getting under the covers with you, watching you snuggle into his side and blinking owlishly.
“Hey...you with me?” Hanse questions softly, running his fingers through your hair and gently working out some knots from earlier. “What’s your name sweetheart?”
You take a moment to respond before humming softly, “Y/N.”
“Good job, and do you know where you are right now?” He pushed a little further, not wanting you to sleep until he was sure how you were doing.
“Yeah... hotel with you, getting the best dick of my life.” You mumble against his side causing him to chuckle as his grin returns.
“Perfect. Get some sleep now, you did amazing doll.” He watches as you almost immediately pass out realizing that didn’t give him any of the answers he was hoping for. In fact, if anything he seemed to have even more questions now.
One thing seemed for certain however, if he stuck around you he would be well and truly fucked. If you were going to fuck him up though...then he sure as hell would return the favor.
genre/cw | suicide attempt, self harm, self hate, crying, blood, hurt comfort, mention of sex, mild language
wc | 1.2k
notes | if you are feeling suicidal, please talk to someone. taking your own life isn’t the answer, I promise you. this story is in no way glorying self hate and self harm, it’s basically only for hurt comfort, which I love writing. please find help, love you!
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Hated. Unloved. Ugly. Unworthy. Useless. Repulsing. Unwanted. These were all accurate descriptions of how Y/n felt. Of course, none of them were true, but some people in her life, especially her ex boyfriend, tricked her into believing the lies.
For two years, after Y/n and Doheung’s breakup, Y/n was in a dark place. And the bigger problem was, she didn’t want to get out of it. But then, in her senior year of high school, she met Hanse. He was a light in her life, and helped her realize the truth. And recently, he had convinced her to move in with him. They loved each other and wouldn't have it any other way. Although, Hanse was an idol, which made their relationship difficult at times, but it was worth it to them.
Y/n sat on her and Hanse's shared bed and wrote down her thoughts, as faint music played from her iPhone and rain drops raced down the window.
Soon enough, VICTON's Stupid O'Clock began to play. And it was a song Hanse wrote for Y/n after their 'first time'. She made him horny like crazy and he had to write about it. Of course ALICE and the members didn't know it was for her. They didn't even know she existed.
Y/n smiled as Hanse's part began to play.
Even if it's not my style
I can accommodate your Fantasy
So I make you crazy
This is my daily
Baby right, you come to me
I could burn myself everyday, Maybe
It will get hotter
When I splash
Till the break of dawn
You're gonna be obsessed
Every night, I'll be you, you'll be me
Then after burning in the dark again
You make me get up
And wake everyone up at the blissful dawn
At the speed determined by instinct
Fill your night with me
Even after hearing the song one thousand times, it still made her feel things.
The next song that played was a piano piece without lyrics. She didn't even know the title of it, but it did have a sad, depressing sound. It caused all of these thoughts and memories to return. She subconsciously began looking for something sharp, but stopped herself.
"What the hell am I doing," she asked herself, looking down at her shaking hands.
Her anxiety began to consume her as she paced back and forth.
"Please come home Hanse, I need you," she whisper cried to herself.
She then fell to her knees and covered her face with her hands, trying to suppress her screams. This wasn't her first anxiety attack. In fact, the last one was a few months ago, and it ended up in her harming herself. From that day on, Hanse watched her like she was an infant. But today he had a meeting. It was important, and he couldn't stay home if he wanted to.
The room felt as if it was darkening to Y/n. And as much as she tried to stop herself, there was always the "What if death is the quickest way out?". She began searching for a sharp thing and remembered that she had put a letter opener in the kitchen drawer. She rushed down the stairs and ignored the sound of a car pulling into the driveway.
Hanse was home.
She dove into the drawer with her hands and her eyes lit up when she found the wooden handle letter opener. She took a deep breath before slicing her wrist, causing a dangerously large amount of blood flow out of it and onto the white tiled kitchen floor. She stared at it with a bittersweet smile before getting dizzy and daunting from blood loss.
Hanse stepped in through the door and was unaware of the situation, as she has fallen behind the kitchen counter, which was out of view from where he stood.
"Baby I'm home!" he announced, excited to see his girlfriend. He waited to be embraced and kissed by her, but she never came. He assumed she was busy with something at the moment.
He walked up the stairs and searched the whole second floor. Not in the bathroom, closet, studio, or bedroom. He then got slightly panicked because her phone was in the bedroom, and she was never far from her phone. Not on purpose.
"Y/n!" he ran down the stairs and into the kitchen when he gasped at the sight before him. "Y/n!"
He ran and knelt down beside her critical state. He shuttered at all of the dark red blood splattered on the floor. He immediately put pressure on her wrist and called emergency services. He then held her close to him and rocked her back and forth as he waited for the ambulance.
"Don't go... Don't go," he cried, tears freely flowing as he kissed her lips. "If you leave, I won't know what to do with my life," he said with a broken voice.
Sirens sounded in the distance.
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Hanse paced back and forth in front of the emergency room. He was alerted when there was a door opening and closing in the room she was in.
"Is Y/n okay?" Hanse asked the nurse who was helping the emergency surgeon, hoping for a positive answer.
The nurse smiled at him. "Your girlfriend is a lucky one. She barely survived the massive amount of blood loss, but she will live. You may see her if you'd like," he answered.
"Thank you," he sighed, a huge smile of relief on his face.
"You should be thanking Dr. Min. If it wasn't for her, your girlfriend may have not survived."
Hanse bowed before walking into the room. Everyone left except for a female nurse who was removing an IV from Y/n's arm. She was still sleeping due to the anesthetic she had been given before the surgery.
"I'll leave you two alone," the nurse bowed before exiting the room.
Hanse went to the side of her bed and held her hand tightly, as if she would disappear if he let go. He leaned up and planted a kiss on her cheek and stroked her hair with his other hand.
"Why would you ever want to leave me?"
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It had been three days since Y/n had the surgery, she still hadn't awakened. But still, Hanse waited.
Y/n opened her eyes and stretched like she had been asleep for years, but it was only three days. She looked over to see Hanse had fallen asleep while holding her hand.
"Hanse," she cooed, shaking his hand a little.
He opened his eyes and smiled at the sight of her being concious.
"You're awake," he smiled, resting his head on her lap. "Why did you do it?"
"I just wanted the pain to go away Hannie, I'm sorry," she teared up.
"No don't be sorry," he pouted, standing up from his seat to climb into the bed next to her and hug her. "I never should have left you."
"You had to Baby. It's not your fault. And I promise I won't do it again."
"Okay. I'm holding you to that promise," he replied, smiling into her neck. "I love you. Don't ever leave me, okay?"
Sws: Bottom Idol, Top Reader, Bratty Sub, Masturbation, Fingering, Bondage, Sex Toys, Edging, Ruined Orgasms, Cock Warming
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Hanse shuddered, thighs shaking as he leered up at you.
He’d decided to be bratty today, distracting you during your work. Your brow twitched ever so slightly, pushing him out of your lap gently when he’d plopped into it before he sent you a look you just knew would spell out trouble.
You were absolutely right, and minutes later, he’d appeared again, wrapping his arms around the back of your chair, kissing up the shell of your ear, sighing dramatically.
“You should fuck me. I’m bored.”
“Hanse, I have to finish my work.” You remind him, glancing at him and noticing he was naked now. Hanse tilted his head and then sighed dramatically, plopping down on the couch directly in front of you, carelessly throwing a leg over the arm of the couch. You send him a warning look and he smiles.
“Go ahead, I won’t stop you from...working.” He draws out the word like it’s unsavory and you can’t help the small, disbelieving snort that leaves your lips.
Hanse is up to something. That much is obvious. You're proven right half an hour later when you can see movement out of the corner of your eye again. Hanse is staring you down, smiling with faux innocence as he pinched and rolled his nipples.
“Hanse.” you growl in warning. He ignores you, pushing some of his fingers into his mouth before moving his hand down to his rim, smiling as he pushed them in slowly.
“You’re working. You should focus on that.” He sasses, rolling his head back onto the couch stroking and fingering himself slowly directly in your line of sight. You feel your own cock twitch between your legs before you try to go back to your work.
Hanse’s apparently found his own prostate, if the increased volume of his moans are anything to go by. You click your tongue and glance at the clock.
You can finish it tomorrow.
Hanse doesn’t look surprised when you move to the other side of the room, standing over him with an unimpressed look in your eyes. In fact, the smile on his face grows as he notices your bulge, leaning forward to kiss, lick, and mouth along the outline of it in your jeans.
You let him have his way, watching as he unzips and pulls your pants down to stroke your cock before you grab a handful of long black hair.
“C’mere. You want to play so bad, we’ll play.”
That’s how Hanse ended up with both wrists bound behind his back, his cock an angry cherry red as you slowly ran a vibrator up and down the length of his cock. He jolted and cursed, but was unable to move from his position seated on your cock. Every time you felt him tighten and clench around your cock, you pull the vibrator away, ignoring the pleading whimper that fell from his lips whenever you did.
He was much to proud to say sorry for his distraction, at least not yet. A few more ruined orgasms and you were sure he’d change his tune, but for now you were content with your slow-burning revenge, feeling your boyfriend try to ride you to reduce some of the tension. Every time he did, you move your feet apart, spreading Hanse’s so he doesn’t have the leverage to ride you.
“You asshole.” Hanse hisses in frustration, thighs shaking when you get tired of his squirming and pull his legs up onto the bed, making him place them flat on the comforter and eliminating any chance he had of riding you.
“What’s that? Ruin a few more? Of course I can, Hanse.” You hum, smiling as he makes a loud noise of protest in his throat. It’s cut off when you set the vibrator right under the crown of his cock, smiling against the skin of his neck as he jolts and twitches.
“I’ve got all day now that work is done, Hanse. I hope you’re comfy, babe. I’ll decide if I’ll let you cum depending on how well you can sit still.”
- Warnings: Mommy kink, femboy male in fishnets and a dress, & oral male receiving.
- Word Count: 866
You laid in bed on your phone relaxing. Hanse cleared his throat and you looked up, he was standing behind the bathroom door hiding. You raised your eyebrow, “Yes baby boy?”
He bit his lip nervously and you sat your phone down.
“Is something wrong?”
He shook his head ‘no’ but still kept his body hidden.
“Are you hiding something baby boy?”
He nodded.
“Wanna show me?”
He opened the door to the bathroom and you smirked.
“Well damn baby boy.”
He was wearing a black and white maid outfit with fishnets and you groaned.
“So gorgeous for me baby boy. Come here.” You patted your lap.
He looked down as he walked over to you and straddled you, sitting down on your lap. You ran your hands up and down his thighs feeling the material of the fishnets underneath.
"Look at me."
He shook his head 'no'.
You grabbed his chin and lifted his head up, his face was bright red and you smiled.
"Are you feeling embarrassed?"
He squeaked out a "Yes."
You still held his chin in your hands and you pulled him down to kiss you. Your lips moving against his with passion. He moaned into your mouth and you moved one hand down to his hip, the other resting on his jaw. His hands were placed on your shoulders. You ran your tongue along his lower lip and he opened his mouth.
He lightly sucked on your tongue and you groaned. You pulled away from his lips and kissed down his neck, leaving marks as you went down. He moaned and rutted forward trying to get some pleasure.
You chuckled against his neck and pushed his dress up, his dick already hard.
“Aww the fishnets don’t cover everything, I wanted to see your dick straining against the fishnets.”
He pouted, “I’ll wear full fishnets next time mommy.”
You kissed his neck again, letting your tongue trail across the skin making him shiver.
“You still look fucking beautiful baby boy.”
His face flushed again and he whimpered.
A mischievous smirk covered your face as you held his dick with one hand then ran the palm of your hand over the head making him shudder.
“Please touch me, mommy.”
You raised your eyebrow, “You want me to touch this?”
You grazed your fingers over the head of his dick making him moan loudly.
“Ahh stop mommy, you know that always is so sensitive it hurts.”
“You told me to touch you and this is how I want to touch you.”
You continued to move the palm of your hand over the head making his legs shake around yours and he gripped your shoulders.
Tears welled in his eyes as he whimpered loudly, “Ahhh too much, please stop mommy.”
You did it a few more times then stroked him a couple of times before stopping. He let a deep breath out and you smiled.
You never were crazy about giving him blow jobs, because he refused to reciprocate but since he had dressed up all nice for you, you thought you would reward him. He was like a pillow prince, so focused on his own pleasure.
“Too much for you baby boy?”
He nodded, and you patted his thighs, “Lay down.”
He got off of you and laid down on the bed beside you. You rolled on top of him and pushed his dress up. You leaned down, kissed along his thighs then your mouth hovered over his dick.
He sucked in a deep breath when you licked along the underside of his dick.
“Ahh, mommy.”
He grabbed your hair and you growled lowly, “No touching baby boy.”
He whimpered and pouted, “Please mommy, let me touch you.”
“If you want me to do this, no touching.”
“Okay.”
You sucked your middle finger into your mouth wetting it, you let it slip down to press against his ass. Your lips wrapped around the head of his dick again. You stopped when you felt something in him and you looked down. There was a black butt plug with a jewel on the end shoved into him.
“Oh look at that, you filled yourself up.”
You pushed against the plug making him whimper and thrust his hips up. Your lips wrapped back around his dick, your head moving up and down on him. You pushed against the toy as you sucked on his dick, and his thighs shook.
“Ahhh mommy, feels so good.”
You stroked him as you sucked, and he tightened his thighs around you. His fingers dug into the bed and he moaned loudly.
You smiled, “Such a good boy.”
“I’m gonna cum mommy.”
You pulled away and stroked him faster as he released on your hand and along his abs, some landing on his dress and fishnets. You held your hand up to his mouth, “Clean it.”
He licked his cum from his hand cleaning your hand.
You leaned down and licked the cum from his thighs and abs then kissed him, passing his cum over to him.
He sucked on your tongue and moaned as he tasted himself again.
You pulled away and smiled, “Let’s get you cleaned up changed, baby boy.”
→Requested: Yesss hellooo can i ask a scenario where vernon come home after practice and s/o is half sleep but he wants to cuddle with her and maybe things get a little bit smutty?? sorry if it's really specific, thank u <3
→Genre: Fluff, slight smut
→Word Count:
→Synopsis: Whoever says home is where the heart was absolutely right
→Warnings: cockwarming, obscene fluff, fingering,
→A/n: I'm very iffy about this one tbh, I like it a lot because of the fluff, and cuteness but I don't like how I ended it with the cockwarming. I just don't think that I could properly write the ending that I had envisioned in my head, but I truly hope that you enjoy this, and if you did enjoy this please like, reblog, or donate to Ko-Fi in my bio.
A wise man once said home is where the heart is. They were telling the truth, because even now that you’re safely home with lightning occasionally lighting up the otherwise dark bedroom that you shared with Vernon, tucked in snugly underneath the fluffy comforter that Vernon insisted you purchase for the room, you still weren’t happy. Even though you were hugging the adorable pastel teddy bear that Vernon had given you - one of many presents from your birthday - tightly in your arms it was no replacement for the warmth that your boyfriend could give you. Despite the aching feeling in your chest that would only be fixed when Vernon came home to you, sleep seemed to make your limbs and eyes heavier.
The feeling was mutual in Vernon as he fidgeted excessively while looking at the clock on the wall, watching the minutes slowly tick by. His groupmates shared concerned glances every time a quiet sigh left Vernon’s mouth, all wondering what’s wrong. Sure, this practice was 5 hours instead of their usual 2 in order to get ready for the newest comeback, but they all already knew the choreo and were just running it a bunch of times along with some of their older ones. Seungcheoul decided to just drop the sensation, signaling for the rest of them to just let Vernon be. He was still doing the dance perfectly despite his somewhat distracted expression during water breaks and conversations that the others tried to drag him into. Normally practice is his escape, a place for him to have fun and work hard with his group members, but today he only wants to be back at home with you, enjoying the thunder storm from the comfort of your shared bed with you cuddled up close to him. Glancing at the clock Vernon took one last pointed sip of his drink before standing up, ready for this last hour of practice to slowly tick by.
While Vernon was struggling to get through his last hour of practice you dozed off, only to be awoken by the sound of the bedroom door closing and the lock clicking- a paranoid habit Vernon picked up from you - along with the shuffling of clothes as Vernon changed in the dark.
“Baby.” Vernon grinned at your mumbling, glancing over and seeing that your eyes were open as you. “Hurry up, lay down with me.”
He smiled at your sleepy begging but obliged, lifting up the blanket and sliding into bed beside you, pulling you closer to him until your back was pressed against his chest and his arms were wrapped tightly around your waist. Vernon couldn’t help but nuzzle your neck, brushing his nose over your sweet spot. “How was practice, baby? Wasn’t it longer today?” Vernon groaned thinking of the 5 hours that slowly passed by.
“Boring. I just wanted to be back here with you,” Vernon’s lips brushing over your neck caused you to giggle, shifting a little in your spot. Vernon seemed to be a human radiator so you could only sigh at the warmth radiating off of his figure, keeping you warm from the cold that wanted to infiltrate your small apartment. “How was work? Did you do the presentation yet?”
“Mhm, it went well. Victoria helped me thankfully and caught some mistakes I made. But the board liked it a lot, I think that raise might be in sight. Maybe we’ll get a dog to entertain you when I’m the bread maker.” Vernon pinched your bare thigh, your mocking tone turning into more giggles as his hand slid underneath your shirt, squeezing your bare breast before cupping it softly as he got comfortable.“You’re touchy tonight? Today wasn’t that bad was it?”
“It was that bad. Plus you’re mine, I’m allowed to touch you all I want.” The pout was evident in his voice as he pinched you again, softer this time since your nipple was sensitive.
“Are you sure about that? I might as well be Mr. Fluffy’s, he’s been here with me more than you.” Vernon decided to test you, letting his hand slide back down your body, squeezing your soft curves before cupping your cunt, waiting for any reaction from you. You happily obliged.
“Hansolll, stop.” Your whiny tried to sound upset but your body betrayed you as your legs unconsciously spread, giving Vernon enough space to slide his hand further down, taking two fingers and pressing them against your clit causing a quiet gasp to leave your mouth as you squirmed.
“Seem’s like you want me to touch you baby. Not even wearing underwear.” You whined as he pinched your nipple, squeezing it between his fingers as his other fingers went to work, gliding between your slick folds. “So wet already baby, all for me?”
“Too tired for sex.” Vernon only tsked at your whining before sliding two fingers into your eager hole. Your moan was music to his ears, the beautiful sound of you falling apart all because of him.
“You can always warm me up baby? You know how much you like it.”
“Hurry up. Please, need you.” Vernon smiled as he slid in a third finger, massaging your walls that continuously spasmed around his fingers, squirming as you tried to get more pressure on your clit that he just wasn’t giving you. Vernon was a slight sadist though, only waiting until a multitude of ‘please’ left your mouth as you begged for his cock before he pulled his fingers out, hand completely covered in your arousal.
“Thought you were too tired baby? But you’re so eager for me.” His teasing tone caused you to whimper softly, while you waited for him to take off his sweatpants. Vernon changed the position, turning you around so that you were facing him with one left over his hip before he thrust into you, quiet moans leaving the both of you. “I love you.” Vernon laughed, you were always the one to get affectionate during sex. But Vernon couldn’t deny that he felt the same way, his heart fluttering at the sight of your sleepy smile.
“I love you too.” Sliding his hand up to cup your cheek he leaned in, placing a chaste kiss on your lips that you eagerly returned. Despite the feeling of being so full, and your walls fluttering around his cock drowsiness overtook the both of you, your long days catching up to you.
This was truly the perfect way to end the day, sharing sweet kisses with the love of your life, feeling an overwhelming closeness with the one person that you could truly say was your home.
note: this is a special fic for a special occasion, it's kind of out of my usual comfort zone, but certain pics of hanse made me feel certain things... and he just exudes vampire vibes
word count: 782
includes- sub!Hanse x dom!f!reader, vampire!hanse, non idol!au, restraints, unprotected vaginal sex, teasing
set up: When going for a desperate hunt alone at night, one might end up finding themselves trapped like a pray.
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The tiles feel cold under your feet as you drag your red gown along the corridor. You can hear him hissing in the distance, the creaking of the bed audible through the half-open door.
As your fingers grace the wooden frame, you push the door open, stepping onto the washed-out carpet that lay on the floor.
The fabric of your dress was thin enough to reveal a silhouette of your figure.
You watch as his eyes roam your body, flashing his pointy teeth in desperation.
He was hungry, hungry for the life that was flowing inside of you. He wanted nothing more than to tear your open and suck you dry of every ounce of blood, but the rope that was bound to your headboard hugged his wrists tightly, keeping him in place.
You lick your lips slowly, forcing drool to drip down his chin as he tugs pathetically on his restraints.
His eyes were flickering with need, the desire growing with every step you made towards him.
You rip the velvet covers off his body in one swift move, bending over to lick up his body, from his heels to the tip of his chin. You were like a snake gliding over his exposed flesh, claiming him as your next meal.
He snaps his teeth after you, but you catch his lips in a kiss and the surprising softness of your lips makes him lose a piece of himself.
You knew exactly what he desired, sitting up on his chest to bending your head and expose the veins on your neck.
His eyes flutter closed, the power that you held over him overwhelming his senses. It was him who had fawned over you from afar, knocking at your door to get a taste of your hypnotising scent, and yet he felt like your prey under your touch.
“Untie me”, he grunts, your slow pace making him feel both impatient and terrified of your next move.
“Bite me”, you tease, grabbing onto his neck as a warning when he hisses through his teeth.
“What’s your name, doll?”
You drag your pointer fingers down his torso, drawing circles around his nipples and watching as the pink nubs spring alive.
He didn’t want to tell you, but his mind was slower than his trembling lips, “Han- Hanse.”
He gulps down regret, hating how you made him want to be yours. He couldn’t develop feelings, he shouldn’t, you were nothing but a life passing by.
You rip your gown off your body, letting it fall off the side of the bed and the sight of your gorgeous body destroys any effort he had made to collect his cool.
His breath staggers as your beauty leaves him speechless and you can feel his hardening cock poke your ass.
You move down his body, rubbing your wet pussy along his length. The mere sight of his desperate eyes had had you dripping from the moment you stepped foot into your bedroom.
“Fuck, I need to feel you, please.”
You laugh, having known that it was only a matter of time until you he would beg to feel your heat.
But you give in to the satisfaction of feeling your bodies connected, slowly bouncing up and down his cock. You rake your nails over his chest, tearing the ink off his skin and he arches his back to chase the pain.
This feeling, whatever it was, was so much better than the short high that came from stilling his blood lust.
Your motions were slick like velvet, clothing his body in pleasure.
He writhes his head against the pillows as your grind your hips harshly onto his cock, revealing a pair of pointy ears that had been hidden away beneath his long black hair.
Heat rushes to his cheeks as you twist his ears between your fingers, unaware that they are his most sensitive body part.
His cock twitches inside of you as you lean down to suck on one of his earlobes, loving the way you could leave him so helpless underneath you.
You rub your clit, chasing your own orgasm as you know he’s nearing his and you fuck yourself harder onto his cock.
You bite down on his earlobe when you finally succumb to the wave of goosebumps that pulls you into the ocean of pleasure. Your clenching pussy pulls him underwater with you, drowning in your wetness.
A genuine smile escapes you as you lay tired on his chest, listening to his moans that turn into raspy curses.
You hold out your wrist in front of his mouth when your mind is clear again, but he shakes his head in dismissal.
