Theme: Size kink | Marriage | Romantic smut| fluffy and family
words: 1k
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The night had finally brought silence.
The lights in the kids’ room were off. The baby monitor showed your little ones fast asleep—one with the blanket half over his face, the other hugging the little dinosaur plush Ji-yong had personally designed for him.
You were sitting on the edge of your bed, already dressed in your soft, silky nightgown, nursing the cup of tea Ji-yong had made you earlier before heading into the shower. He always paid attention to the little things—tea before bed, folded love notes, playlists full of songs that reminded him of you.
The bathroom door opened slowly, releasing a gentle wave of steam—and Ji-yong appeared, wrapped only in a towel dangerously low around his hips. His hair was still damp, and his eyes sparkled the moment they landed on you—sitting there in the soft glow of the lamp, waiting for him like a dream.
“You’re still awake?” he asked with a soft smile, walking toward you. “Thought I’d come out and find you snoring with the kids.”
You chuckled and set your cup on the nightstand.
“I wanted some alone time with you. It’s been a while since we had a night just for us.”
Ji-yong approached, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead before sitting beside you. For a few quiet seconds, he just looked at you—eyes roaming your face, your shoulders, your hands—the parts of you he knew by heart.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?” he murmured, brushing his thumb along your cheek. “Even after chasing our kids around all day… you still look like the dream I wake up to.”
You smiled, warmth blooming in your chest from his words and the way his gaze could still strip you bare with love and hunger at once.
“And you’re still the hopeless romantic who won me over with scribbled love notes and dumb rhymes.”
“Dumb?” he gasped, pretending to be offended. “Excuse me. Those were artistic masterpieces.”
“They worked.”
He grinned, then leaned in to kiss you—slow and sweet at first, tasting you gently. His fingers skimmed the edge of your nightgown, sliding under to caress your thighs. His touch was so familiar, yet it always sent tingles through your body like the first time.
“I missed you like this,” he whispered against your lips. “No baby cries in the background, no responsibilities for just a little while.”
“We’re becoming real adults, huh?” you giggled softly, running your fingers through his hair.
“We’ve been adults since we made two tiny versions of us,” he joked, and both of you laughed.
But his laugh faded quickly, replaced by something deeper. He cupped your face in both hands, his voice turning low and serious.
“I’m still completely yours. And you’re the only person in this world who can undo me.”
Your heart swelled. Even after all this time, Ji-yong still had this way of making you feel like the center of the universe.
His kiss deepened, and his hand traveled higher beneath your nightgown, exploring your skin with slow, deliberate movements. You shifted into his lap naturally, your body molded perfectly against his.
“Just feeling you on me like this…” he muttered against your lips, voice husky, “I’m already getting hard. You still do this to me so easily.”
You felt him press against your center, already thick and heavy beneath the towel. You knew exactly what to expect—and still, it made your breath catch.
Ji-yong noticed your reaction immediately.
“You’re looking at me like it’s the first time again,” he chuckled, eyes flicking down to the towel. “But you know, babe… that hasn’t changed. Still too big for you, right?”
There was nothing cocky about his tone—just fondness, playful teasing, a trace of pride. He loved that you still reacted like that. He lived for it.
“You’ll go slow?” you asked, though you already knew he would.
Ji-yong leaned in, pressing his forehead to yours, his hand cradling the back of your head.
“Always. But you’ll take all of me. Just like you always do, jagi.”
He laid you back gently, hovering over you, and pressed a soft kiss to your stomach—the way he always did when he was thinking about your babies or the way your body had carried them.
“This body has given me everything. Love. Peace… a family,” he whispered. “Let me give something back. Let me remind you that you’re mine.”
He dropped the towel, baring himself completely, and even though you’d seen him like this a thousand times, the size of him still made your thighs instinctively press together.
He smiled as if he read your mind.
“Still nervous?” he teased softly, settling between your legs. “You’ve been handling all this for years now, baby. You’re built for me.”
His fingers slid down to your core, stroking you slowly, his eyes never leaving yours.
“I know you inside and out. I know how to make you fall apart… over and over again. Tonight, I’ll take my time.”
He kissed you deeply, lovingly, and you melted beneath him, feeling nothing but warmth, safety, and the delicious ache of anticipation.
“I’m gonna fill you up until all you can think about is me,” he murmured, pushing your legs wider. “Every inch, baby. You always take me so well.”
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Ji-yong held your thighs firmly, his gaze never leaving your face. Even after all this time together, he still treated your body like something sacred—not with distance, but with the kind of reverence that made every touch feel like worship. Like making love to you was a privilege he never got used to.
“Look at you,” he whispered, his voice deep and rough. “Already so wet for me… and I’ve barely even touched you.”
His fingers slid through your folds with ease, stroking in soft, teasing circles that had your breath hitching in seconds. You shifted beneath him, hips instinctively seeking more, and he smiled.
“You need me already, jagi?” he murmured, lips brushing your skin. “Of course you do. Your body knows who it belongs to.”
He leaned down, kissing your stomach with soft reverence before slowly moving up, lips brushing your chest, your neck, then your mouth. The kiss was deep now, full of heat and love. And then, with his body hovering over yours, he aligned himself to your entrance—thick, hard, and heavy.
“Breathe for me,” he whispered, nuzzling your cheek. “I’ll go slow, baby. But you know how big I am. Gotta give your body time to take me.”
You nodded, eyes fluttering shut, hands grasping his shoulders. You were ready for him—you always were—but that stretch, that pressure… it never got easier. And somehow, you never wanted it to.
Ji-yong started to push in slowly. Your body welcomed him with heat and tension, the feeling so familiar but always intense. A sharp gasp escaped your lips as your walls tried to adjust.
“Shhh… I’ve got you,” he breathed, eyes dark with restraint. “You feel so tight, baby… fuck. Still squeezing me like it’s our first time.”
You whimpered, chest rising and falling quickly as he sank deeper, inch by inch. He was thick, long—and even after all this time, it felt like too much in the best possible way.
“You’re doing so well,” he murmured, kissing your temple. “Taking me so deep already… God, you’re perfect.”
His forehead rested against yours, his hands steady on your hips, grounding you.
“I missed this,” he whispered. “Being this close to you. Filling you like this.”
When he was finally fully inside, your back arched, a moan slipping from your lips. Ji-yong swallowed it in another kiss, savoring the sound, the way your body trembled around him.
“Too much?” he asked, a breathless smile tugging at his lips.
You shook your head, whispering, “No… I want all of it. I always do.”
He began to move—slow, deep thrusts that made your toes curl. He knew exactly how to hit that spot inside you, again and again, until you were gasping beneath him.
“You always take me like a good girl,” he groaned against your ear, biting gently at your earlobe. “So fucking perfect for me.”
His hand moved down between your bodies, circling your clit with skilled, deliberate strokes. The way he touched you was too much—it always was. He knew how to push you to the edge and keep you there.
“Feel that?” he asked, thrusting deeper. “I’m so far inside you, baby. No one could ever reach this deep. Only me.”
You moaned his name loudly when he shifted your legs higher, pressing your knees toward your chest. It made everything tighter, deeper—and he groaned at the sensation.
“That’s it… take all of me. Let me ruin you just a little.”
He was sweating now, his muscles tensing, his rhythm growing quicker but still controlled. His eyes never left yours.
“I love you,” he panted, each word laced with desperation. “I love you so fucking much.”
You pulled him close, holding onto him like your life depended on it. His name spilled from your lips in breathless chants as he drove into you again and again, worshiping every inch of you.
“I wanna feel you come around me, jagi,” he whispered. “Show me how much you love this cock. Show me who you belong to.”
And then—your body gave in. The orgasm hit hard, wave after wave crashing through you as you screamed his name, walls tightening impossibly around him.
“Fuck—baby,” he groaned, burying himself deep one final time as he spilled inside you, warm and full, claiming every part of you all over again.
He didn’t pull out right away. He stayed there, chest against yours, breath mingling with yours, heart racing.
“You did so good, baby… so, so good,” he murmured against your lips.
He kissed your forehead. Then your cheek. Then your lips—soft, slow, and full of emotion.
“I love making love to you,” he whispered. “No matter how many years go by… you’ll always be the only one who makes me feel like this.”
And in the quiet after the storm, with his body still joined to yours and his love wrapped around you like a blanket, you knew: you were his whole world. Just as he was yours.
The morning light streamed softly through the curtains, casting a golden hue across the room. You stirred under the warm blankets, limbs still tangled with Ji-yong’s. His arm was wrapped tightly around your waist, his body pressed against yours like he never wanted to let go.
You felt his breath on your neck, slow and steady, completely at peace.
“Mm…” he murmured sleepily. “Still here. Thank God.”
You smiled, turning to face him. His eyes were half-lidded, hair messy and falling over his forehead. You reached up to gently brush it away.
“Morning,” you whispered.
“Morning, wifey,” he whispered back, grinning lazily. “You okay? I didn’t hurt you last night, did I?”
You laughed softly and kissed his nose. “I’m okay, baby. Just a little sore. But in the best way.”
His hand ran down your back, caressing your hip. “Good… You took all of me like a damn goddess.” His voice dropped to a playful whisper. “You always do.”
Before you could reply, the sound of little feet running down the hallway made both your heads snap toward the door.
A moment later, a tiny figure peeked into the room — messy black hair, chubby cheeks, and big curious eyes.
“Appa… umma… are you awake?” your little boy asked in the softest voice.
Ji-yong immediately sat up, pulling the blanket up over both of you out of instinct. “Hey, my little dragon!” he called softly, smiling like his whole heart just ran into the room.
Your son, no older than four, giggled and ran to the bed, climbing up with all the clumsy energy in the world. He cuddled into your chest, and you held him close, your heart bursting.
Ji-yong leaned over and kissed the top of your son’s head. “Did you sleep well, baby?”
The little one nodded and looked between the two of you. “Appa… you were hugging umma really tight last night.”
Your eyes widened. Ji-yong laughed, cheeks turning pink.
“I was hugging her because I love her sooo much,” he said, dramatically kissing your cheek.
Your son grinned. “I love umma too.”
Your heart melted right then and there. You kissed his forehead and held him close, while Ji-yong wrapped his arms around the both of you.
“You two are my everything,” he whispered. “I don’t need anything else.”
You looked at him, eyes soft. “You made me the happiest woman in the world, Ji-yong. I never thought we’d have this.”
He kissed your lips tenderly. “You gave me a family, jagi. I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure you both feel safe and loved.”
Just then, your son sat up between you both. “Can we eat pancakes today?”
Ji-yong laughed and ruffled his hair. “Pancakes? With extra chocolate chips?”
The boy gasped, “Yes!!”
Ji-yong looked at you with a smirk. “You heard the boss.”
You smiled and nodded. “Let’s make pancakes.”
Ji-yong scooped the boy into his arms, giving him a piggyback ride toward the kitchen. You followed, watching the two loves of your life laugh together under the soft morning light.
And in that moment, you realized: no fame, no stage, no amount of applause in the world could compare to the quiet joy of this life. Of being his wife. Of being their home.
warnings: dom!hyunjin, sub!reader, he calls you angel, a little shy!reader(only when it comes to sex), edging, unprotected sex (always protect yourself!), afab reader
Hyunjin found you extremely cute.
You were funny and kind, even though you were tough sometimes, especially with people you didn't like, so he found it even cuter the way you got so nervous whenever the subject of sex came up, it was fun to tease you about it.
He would look into your eyes when you started to stutter, stroking your hair, tilting his head with a confused expression, as if he didn't know what you wanted, but he did, he always knew what his little angel wanted.
"What happened?"
"I can't understand you, my little angel"
"Do you want me to touch you?" he would ask with a confused tone in his voice "I'm touching you, isn't that enough?"
His hands would run around your neck, enjoying the way you felt so good with his fingers in that place, then he would wrap his hand around your neck, squeezing lightly when you finally said that you wanted him to have sex with you.
"Why didn't you say so before?"
Hyunjin would kiss you, your body softening under the kiss, his hand on your neck, forming such a beautiful necklace, he loved it.
He would take off your clothes so slowly, only for you to ask him to go faster, not heeding the request you made, Hyunjin will do things this way until you really can't wait any longer and cry, begging.
Hyunjin would stick his fingers in your pussy already wet with anticipation, he hadn't done anything yet, you are so hopelessly pathetic, he loves this.
He would hit that sweet spot, the one that made you scream when he finally did it and squeeze his fingers with your insides. Hyunjin would play with your clit skillfully, making sure to draw every pleasurable sound out of you.
"You're almost coming, huh?"
"Don't come, not yet."
"Can you do this for me, my little angel?"
He would say, kissing your neck and starting to play with your breast, the movements of his fingers continuing even faster.
When he realized that you couldn't hold back, he stopped, interrupting your upcoming orgasm by taking his fingers out of you, licking them with a smile on his face as he saw your frustrated look at him.
"Good angel."
"My good angel."
He would take off his own clothes, leaving you on his lap, his erect cock hitting against your belly, Hyunjin would hear you whining for him to put himself inside you, he would see the way you rub yourself against him, trying to have some more friction. You were so desperate rubbing yourself against him, he loved seeing his little angel like this, so impure, so naughty, so dirty.
"My angel, my naughty angel, so desperate."
"Do you want me to fuck you?"
"Sink my cock into you?"
"Ah, I'll do it with pleasure." He would lift you up, lowering you onto his cock with everything, making you scream, he would moan in your ear feeling you squeeze his cock, one hand on your neck and the other on your back, holding you against him.
Hyunjin would look at you and god, he adores you. It's like he was made only to appreciate you, admire you, look at your face with all the love you deserved to receive.
He loved even more to appreciate the way you looked when he was inside you, you being so cunning, so tearful and so tight, he was sure you would kill him one day.
Hyunjin would lift you up and down, guiding your movements while you panted, he would moan in your ear, praise and more praise, you are so good to him, how can he not praise you?
"So tight…"
"So good…"
"My little angel, you're perfect."
"The most perfect angel."
"You make me feel so good, uh…"
"You're absolutely sublime."
When you're about to orgasm, he stops, kissing your jaw as he feels you trying to move to finally have your release, but he holds you so easily, he was much stronger than you and it drives you crazy.
He laid you down, got on top of you and hugged your body, his face buried in your neck as he sank his cock into you once more, Hyunjin felt you scratch his back and shoulder, the burning made everything better, he loved it when you scratched him, marking him so much that everyone knew he was yours.
Hyunjin would go faster as he found that sweet spot once more, his thrusts becoming more desperate for you, he would pull away just enough to be able to kiss you in a way clumsy.
"Cum, my little angel."
"Cum for me."
And just like that, you both came at the same time, he would pull away, watching his sperm leaving your vagina in such a beautiful way, you destroyed and panting as you looked at him.
You were stunning in every way.
He would carry you bridal style, kissing your forehead as you snuggled into his embrace.
"I'll take care of you, my little angel, don't worry."
So… yeah… once again my thoughts are full before I go to sleep, complicated
Sorry if any warnings are missing, sleep will probably make me miss something like that…
And sorry for any mistakes, I'll blame sleep once again
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I had this idea, wrote it, hit writer’s block, deleted it… Then rewrote it for like 20 days 😅 I’m finally sharing it and hope you enjoy! I’m still planning a Rafe series. I’ve got a little something I’m trying to finish and post today 🤞 If not, I’ll drop a tiny blurb so you can peek. I’ll start tagging, anyway… can’t wait to share this with you 💖
Warnings: unprotected sex, p in v, hookup, fwb, threesom, degrading and praise, oral sex, dom/sub dynamic (there's probably more but whatever)
I would say MDNI but I mean I was once a kid and read shit like this too just be respectful and responsible with what you read not everything should be copied in real life you are also responsible for the internet you consume
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This time, you were in John B’s room, scrolling on your phone in just a white tank top and PJ shorts—no bra. The soft fabric barely covered you, and you were completely comfortable… until John B walked in.
His eyes instantly darkened, a low, hungry grin spreading across his face. “Oh hey,” you said casually, looking up from your phone and shutting it off, trying to act chill as you stood to make some food.
Just then, JJ walked in, a teasing smirk on his face. “Hey, hottie. Whatcha wearing?”
“Just PJ’s,” you replied, shrugging, trying to stay innocent—but the teasing glint in both their eyes made it impossible.
JJ leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before pushing you lightly against the wall. “Mm, definitely not innocent,” he murmured.
John B’s low voice followed, a smirk in every word, “Honestly… you look way hotter without clothes.”
John B’s low murmur trailed off into a smirk as his hands slid up, lifting your top just enough to expose your tits. At the same time, JJ pulled away from the kiss leaned down, tugging down your PJ shorts with a teasing grin, making it clear neither of them were holding back.
Just then you feel John B’s fingers traced teasing circles over your folds, gliding through your wetness as he let out a low, approving hum.
He slid his fingers back, leaving you craving more, then murmured from behind, “On your knees,” his tone firm but teasing.
You obeyed instantly, lowering yourself to your knees and turning to face him. John B shifted, undoing his pants and boxers, letting himself free, his eyes dark and hungry as he watched you.
John B was right in front of you as JJ tilted your head up just slightly. “Open your mouth… tongue out,” he said, his voice firm but teasing. “Yeah… that’s my good girl,” he purred, smirking as he watched you obey, his fingers brushing lightly against your jaw, guiding you like he owned every inch of your attention.
John B pressed the tip of himself against your tongue, a low groan rumbling from him, before sliding into your mouth. The sudden fullness made your eyes widen for a second, but the way he held you steady and dominant made it impossible not to obey.
JJ dropped to his knees behind you, his hands sliding over your breasts, kneading and teasing as John B moved in your mouth. The slick, overwhelming sensation made you gag softly, and JJ’s low, teasing voice whispered in your ear, “Such a good little slut… yeah, just like that.” He pressed a little closer, fingers gripping firmly, watching every reaction as you obeyed both of them.
John B pressed the tip of himself against your tongue, a low groan rumbling from him, before sliding into your mouth. The sudden fullness made your eyes widen for a second, but the way he held you steady and dominant made it impossible not to obey.
JJ dropped to his knees behind you, his hands sliding over your breasts, kneading and teasing as John B moved in your mouth. The slick, overwhelming sensation made you gag softly, and JJ’s low, teasing voice whispered in your ear, “Such a good little slut… yeah, just like that.” He pressed a little closer, fingers gripping firmly, watching every reaction as you obeyed both of them.
JJ’s hand cupped one of your breasts, fingers kneading and teasing while his other hand slid down to work your clit slowly, circling and pressing just right. John B continued sliding in and out of your mouth, each movement making you gag softly, and JJ’s low, teasing voice purred in your ear, “Such a good little slut… you love this, don’t you?” His touch was firm, confident, and completely in control.
You felt John B's cock twitch once... then twice as he thrust into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat, and with a low, gritty groan, he spilled over your tongue. You swallow the salty cum as the taste lingers on your tongue. You take him back in your mouth, sucking the head a bit, but just then, JJ tapped you as a signal to get up, and John B pulls out of your mouth and helps you get up, and they toss you onto the bed.
JJ quickly undresses as John kisses you, kneading your breast and pinching your nipples until you gasp, and he slides his tongue into your mouth. JJ was rubbing himself threw your folds and he groans fuck your so wet and slowly inch by inch slids in once he bottomed out and your mouth opened slightly he let you take a minute to adjust before setting a ruthless pace slowly picking up until your a moaning mess clawing at anything you can reached once you got close he stopped told you go in doggy and you listened turning around going on your hands and knees face on the bed and he continued the same ruthless pace until you were close again then he said on your knee look at John b don't close your eyes and she did she up looked at John b face resting on his thigh while she was one her knees and jj again set that ruthless pace until her eyes rolled back, tongue hanging out of her open mouth, completely dazed and soft.
John B pressed his thumb lightly against her tongue, teasing her mercilessly just before she hit the edge. JJ’s cock and constant praise drove her wild, every nerve in her body screaming as she teetered on the brink, utterly powerless to resist them.
Her words came out breathy and scattered, almost unintelligible: “I… I’m gonna cum…”
JJ’s grin widened, cock still teasing her relentlessly. “Yeah? That’s my little slut… gonna let go for us?” he murmured, low and commanding. John B’s hands held her steady, eyes dark and hungry, as her body shook under their combined attention, overwhelmed and powerless to resist.
She mumbled, "Can... I come...?"
John B looked up at JJ.
JJ looked at John. JJ gave a quick nod, and John B said, "Come in her ear," and she did, falling forward, fucked out. John B lifted her back on her knees, and her moans came out as little "ah, ah, ah," and JJ's thrusts got sloppier, losing the pace just before he came in, your head thrown back as he groaned, still thrusting hard, but few letting aftershocks pulse through his body and yours before gently pulling out.
The bedsheets were drenched and sticky beneath her trembling thighs as aftershocks still lingered.
Her body quivered from overstimulation, every nerve hypersensitive, while John B’s hands roamed over her back and hips, keeping her steady. Both of them smirked, clearly pleased with how utterly she’d melted under their combined control.
Her pupils were blown, eyes glassy and dazed, as they gently laid her down on the bed. Their hands moved over her, dressing her again and cleaning her up with careful, possessive touches. She let out a small, breathless sigh, still trembling, and whispered, “Thank you.” JJ smirked, brushing a stray hair from her face, while John B’s hand lingered on her hip, both clearly proud and satisfied with how completely she’d melted for them.
In a hurry I forgot to ask for jsjsjs (if you can, if not, no) I need a smut of Niragi the nerd (again😖) after finishing her last year of high school she made fun of her boyfriend by giving him handjobs (or I don't know what else) now on the beach the roles change😼 it's Niragi who makes fun of her 🧚
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“Claim Me Twice”
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Niragi x fem!reader
Content Warnings:
Explicit smut, handjob, cunnilingus (oral f receiving), public risk (empty college room + The Beach in Alice in Borderland), dom!reader x sub!Niragi, dirty talk, power play, reader covering his mouth, light degradation, spanking, overstimulation, size kink hints. NSFW 18+ only.
📌 Author’s Note:
Hiii! Thank you sooo much for your request, it made me really happy to write it (and it was fun doing something with the burnt one too 🤭). I hope you liked it as much as I did! If you did, feel super free to request something else whenever you want 😀✨
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Masterlist alice in bordeland
After Class Tension
The last rays of afternoon sunlight cut through the dusty blinds of the empty classroom. Desks abandoned, papers scattered — the college campus practically dead now that classes were over for the day.
Except for them.
Niragi was already flushed when she cornered him by the back of the room, his back hitting the wall with a soft thud. His hands fumbled nervously with the straps of his backpack, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he stammered.
“W-What are you doing…? Someone could—”
She stepped closer, her smirk dangerous, eyes locking on his like a predator sizing up a helpless little rabbit.
“No one’s gonna come in here, baby,” she purred, fingers brushing the hem of his shirt before tugging it up, just enough to reveal the trail of fine hair disappearing beneath his waistband. “You think I’d risk getting caught if I wasn’t sure?”
He swallowed hard, Adam’s apple bobbing. God, he was so easy.
“I… I just…”
“Uh-uh.” She cut him off, grabbing his chin between her fingers and tilting his face up. “I didn’t ask you to talk, did I?”
His cheeks flamed crimson, his breath catching when she leaned in — lips ghosting over his ear.
“You’ve been walking around all day in those tight jeans, acting like you didn’t notice me staring. Bet your dick’s been hard since lunch.”
He whimpered.
A sharp, teasing laugh escaped her throat. “Aww, poor baby. Did you really think I wasn’t gonna do something about it?”
Her hand slid down, unzipping his jeans with a practiced ease, slipping past the fabric to palm him over his boxers.
He was already hard.
Of course he was.
“God,” she whispered, biting her lip as she pulled his cock out. Thick, flushed, leaking precum at the tip — twitching against her palm like it’d been waiting for this exact moment.
“F-Fuck… please…” Niragi gasped, trying not to buck his hips.
“Please what?” She teased, running her thumb over the wet slit, gathering the bead of slickness there and smearing it down his length.
He whimpered again, breath ragged. “Please touch me… more…”
“You’re so fucking needy.”
She wrapped her hand around him properly, slow and deliberate, the slick sound of her strokes filling the silence of the room. Niragi bit his lip hard, eyes screwed shut, a sheen of sweat breaking over his skin.
“You better stay quiet,” she warned darkly, pressing her other hand over his mouth. “You make one sound, and I’ll stop. Got it?”
He nodded frantically, desperate.
She grinned.
“Good boy.”
Her pace increased, hand working him faster, thumb flicking over the head every few strokes. His muffled whimpers against her palm were intoxicating, his hips jerking helplessly as she played him like an instrument.
She leaned down, lips barely brushing the tip of his cock, tongue flicking out to lap at the swollen head. Just one teasing lick — enough to make him cry out under her hand.
“Mm, you taste so good, baby,” she murmured, pulling back with a filthy smile. “You like that, don’t you? Getting your cock played with like this, all desperate and quiet like a good boy?”
Tears pricked the corners of his eyes as he nodded, body trembling.
She squeezed a little tighter, twisting her wrist on the upstroke. “Bet you’ve been thinking about this all day, huh? Jerking off in the bathroom between classes like a little perv, wishing it was my hand instead.”
A broken sob slipped past his throat, muffled by her palm.
“That’s it,” she cooed. “Cum for me, Niragi. Right now.”
He came with a muffled cry, hot ropes spilling over her hand, his entire body shaking as he slumped against the wall. She milked him through it, strokes slowing, until he was nothing but a trembling, breathless mess.
She pulled her hand away, watching him try to gather himself, his face red, glasses fogged.
“Good boy,” she praised, licking a stray bead of cum from her thumb.
He whimpered.
“You’ll pay for this one day,” he managed, breathless.
She smirked.
“Yeah?” she teased, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “I fucking dare you.”
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The Beach was alive.
Fire pits flickered in the night air, casting gold against sweat-slicked skin. Laughter echoed from the pool. Bottles clinked, music thumped, and the scent of salt and smoke settled over everything like a second skin.
And Niragi was a goddamn menace in the middle of it.
Shirtless, skin glinting in the firelight, a cigarette balanced between his lips and his gun holstered low on his hip. His eyes — those sharp, hungry things — never left her.
Not when she laughed by the bar. Not when she slipped into the pool. Not when another man brushed too close.
He’d tolerated enough.
The moment their eyes met, she knew.
A single look. And her pulse spiked.
He grabbed her wrist, dragging her through the crowded resort, ignoring the grins and catcalls. The heat of his palm around her wrist was a silent promise — of punishment, of pleasure, of everything he hadn’t let himself have since the Borderlands swallowed them whole.
They barely made it to his room before his mouth was on hers, rough and claiming.
“You wanna act like a fucking tease?” he snarled, kicking the door shut behind them. “You think this is a game, sweetheart?”
She moaned into his mouth, the taste of smoke and heat and Niragi filling her senses.
His hands gripped her hips, lifting her effortlessly, slamming her back against the wall.
Legs around his waist. His cock, thick and straining against his shorts, grinding against her soaked heat.
“You’ve been dripping for me all fucking night,” he groaned, teeth scraping her throat. “Could smell you from across the goddamn pool.”
Her head fell back as his tongue traced her pulse, biting down just hard enough to make her gasp.
“N-Niragi, fuck—”
He growled.
“On the bed. Now.”
She barely landed on the mattress before he was on her, yanking off her bikini bottoms and spreading her thighs.
“Pretty little pussy,” he murmured darkly, fingers sliding through her slick folds. “Fucking mine.”
He didn’t tease this time. Didn’t warm her up with slow licks.
No — he dove in, mouth devouring her cunt, tongue fucking into her, teeth grazing, lips latching onto her clit.
She screamed.
And he groaned.
“Taste even better than I fucking remember,” he growled, pulling back just long enough to smack her thigh. “You gonna cum for me, slut?”
“Y-Yes—fuck—”
“Good girl.”
Two fingers pushed inside her, curling, hitting that perfect spot while his tongue worked her clit. She came hard, thighs trembling, sobbing his name.
But Niragi wasn’t done.
“Hands and knees.”
Dizzy, trembling, she obeyed.
He dropped his shorts, cock thick, flushed, heavy in his hand. Precum smeared along the tip as he stroked himself.
“Look at you,” he groaned. “All ready for me. Beg for it.”
“Please, Niragi… need your cock—need you to fuck me—”
That was enough.
He slammed into her in one brutal thrust, both of them moaning at the stretch.
“Fucking tight,” he hissed, grip bruising her hips. “God, I missed this.”
He set a brutal pace, hips snapping against hers, the slap of skin on skin drowned by her broken cries.
His hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back.
“Who do you fucking belong to?”
“You—fuck—Niragi—”
“Say it.”
“You! I’m yours!”
He groaned, leaning down, teeth grazing her shoulder.
“Good fucking girl.”
He flipped her onto her back without pulling out, lifting her legs over his shoulders. The new angle made stars burst behind her eyes.
“You take me so fucking well,” he panted, sweat dripping down his chest. “Look so fucking pretty stuffed full of my cock.”
His hand slipped to her throat, applying just enough pressure to make her pulse race.
“You want me to fill you up? Fucking breed you right here?”
“Yes—please—”
He grinned, leaning down to kiss her — filthy, desperate, perfect.
And when he came, it was with a growl, burying himself as deep as he could, warmth flooding her.
But Niragi wasn’t finished.
“Not done,” he panted. “One more.”
He rolled them, pulling her onto his lap.
“Ride me.”
Legs trembling, she straddled him, sinking down onto his cock.
He moaned, head falling back.
“Fuck—so good, baby. Milk my cock.”
She rode him, pace rough and desperate, their moans blending, his hands guiding her hips.
When she came again, he caught her in a filthy kiss, holding her close, whispering filth and praise against her lips.
After, when neither of them could move, he pulled her into his chest.
“You fucking kill me,” he muttered, brushing sweat-soaked hair from her face.
And for the first time in days — maybe ever — he pressed a gentle kiss to her temple.
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The Hunter’s Sound
The smell of blood in the air was almost comforting.
You’d learned to enjoy the suffocating, damp atmosphere where fear clung to people’s skin like cheap perfume. And now, with less than twenty people left in the games, the tension was a wild animal trapped inside everyone’s chest.
But you?
You weren’t afraid. You didn’t feel your stomach turn or cold sweat sliding down your back. Deep down, you were born for this. For the hunt. For the kill.
And somehow, Dae-ho always seemed to see you better than anyone else.
He hadn’t spoken much to you in the beginning. The quiet type, with sharp eyes and an expression that was always one wrong word away from snapping. You watched Dae-ho like studying a feral animal; loved the way he seemed to contain everything, as if barely holding back the urge to rip someone’s throat out.
That’s why you chose him. Not to protect. Not for alliance.
Just because he was interesting. Different.
And… ugly-beautiful in a broken way.
The problem?
He knew.
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You noticed the shift in him when you started hanging around Nam-Gyu.
Not that the bastard meant anything. Just useful for some rounds, and his dark humor matched yours. But Dae-ho… the way he looked at you when he caught you laughing at some filthy joke Nam-Gyu made — it was sharper than any knife you’d seen.
He didn’t say a word. Just stared. Jaw clenched, vein in his neck throbbing, those dark eyes burning into you.
And you?
Grinned. Defiant.
Because you loved watching him like that.
Loved the thought that you could stir that predator.
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The announcement for the next game came.
"Hide and Seek."
"Seekers and Hiders."
You already knew your position before they even called names.
Seeker.
Of course.
Adrenaline licked your skin like a live wire. This was your territory. Your moment.
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Inside the Maze
The arena was a massive maze of crooked wooden walls, some stained dark red. Flickering lights created irregular shadows that danced alone. The smell of mold and death lingered thick in the air.
You took a deep breath when the siren blared.
The sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the labyrinth. Distant screams. Ragged breaths.
You loved this.
And then you saw him.
Dae-ho, pressed against a wall, sweat-slicked skin, and those — those goddamn eyes locked onto yours.
Like he’d been waiting for you.
You raised your weapon — a rusted iron rod — but didn’t strike. Not because you couldn’t. But because you knew he wouldn’t run. You knew, somehow, he wanted this.
He smirked, no humor in it.
— “Knew you’d find me.” — that low, rough voice, like every word grated his throat.
— “Did you now?” — you teased, closing in.
— “You always do. Always hunting me down with those crazy eyes.”
You smirked, closing the distance till you felt his heat.
Dae-ho leaned back against the wall, his chest heaving, eyes flicking down to your lips.
He licked his own.
— “Gonna kill me?” — he challenged, voice soaked in something sick, something only the two of you spoke fluently.
Blood pounded in your ears.
You could smell the sweat on him.
— “Wanna hear you beg first.”
Dae-ho’s grin widened, and it was a warning.
His hand clamped around your wrist, and in a swift move, he shoved you against the opposite wall.
You gasped — more arousal than pain.
He closed in, pinning you with his body. Your weapon clattered to the ground.
The game didn’t matter anymore.
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The Hell They Deserved
His mouth crashed onto yours, animalistic and violent, teeth knocking, tongues fighting. Dae-ho’s hands were ruthless, tangling in your hair, forcing your neck back.
You moaned, half-laughing.
He bit your jaw.
— “Fucking provoking me with that little worm.” — he growled, voice thick with jealousy.
You laughed low, his rough palm sliding down your waist, gripping hard enough to bruise.
— “If it hurt, it’s ‘cause you felt it, baby. Jealous?”
He spun you around, pressing you chest-first against the wall, his hips grinding into your ass. You could feel his cock, hard and heavy through his pants, and it made your stomach clench.
— “Jealous? I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t remember anyone’s name, bitch.”
He yanked your pants and underwear down, his hand hot and rough between your thighs.
Already soaked.
— “Knew it… filthy little slut loves this.” — he hissed in your ear, biting your lobe.
His fingers pushed in without mercy — two at once. You moaned loud, arching against him.
The distant echoes of the game went on, but here it was only you two.
Dae-ho grabbed your hair again, yanking your face back.
— “Better keep your mouth shut or you want them to hear you begging? Huh? Let ‘em hear their little psycho slut lose it.” — he spat, fucking his fingers in and out at a cruel pace.
You could only moan.
He took his belt, binding your wrists behind you.
You squirmed, grinding back, desperate.
— “This what you wanted? To get used, fucked like the little crazy whore you are?”
Yes.
Fucking yes.
He unzipped, pulling out his cock, thick and hot against your skin.
No warning — he slammed into you, bottoming out with a filthy growl.
You cried out.
He moved fast, brutal, hips snapping into yours. His hands tight on your waist, then up to your throat.
He choked you lightly, watching your face contort in ecstasy and madness.
— “Should’ve done this ages ago… in front of them. Make ‘em watch you fall apart.”
He spun you to face him without pulling out, lifted you like nothing, your legs locking around his waist.
There, fucking you against the wall of the maze, Dae-ho looked like a demon.
And you wanted to be consumed.
He bit your neck, left bruises, made you cum more than once, not letting you breathe.
He made you say it — made you admit it between wrecked moans:
— “Y-yours… only yours, fuck—”
He grinned, satisfied, pounding even harder.
Kinks stacked — face slaps, spit in your mouth, filthy words, skin bruised under his grip, until you nearly passed out. And at the end, when you thought you couldn’t take anymore, he made you look at him.
The weapon lay on the ground.
— “Now… kill me.” — he challenged, breath ragged, body still buried deep inside you.
You grabbed the weapon, tip pressing against his chest.
He didn’t flinch.
Offered himself.
Blood roaring in your ears.
Dae-ho smirked.
— “Do it, princess. Show me who the fuck you are.”
Reader: GN split — fem!reader (oral F receiving) + masc!reader (oral M receiving)
Content: NSFW 🔞, sub!pathetic!Min-su, begging, oral focus, crying, praise kink, humiliation kink, reader-insert, desperation, cum swallowing, overstimulation, power imbalance.
Word count: ~2k
Masterlist squid game/main masterlist
Notes: Two versions included — one with fem!reader and one with masc!reader. Both are written in second person (“you”).
Warnings:
Explicit sexual content (oral sex, cum swallowing, spit, tears, gagging).
Min-su is portrayed as extremely submissive, insecure, and pathetic.
Reader is dominant.
A lot of begging/crying imagery.
Language is explicit and detailed.
If that’s not your vibe, skip!
The room was dimly lit, the soft glow from the bedside lamp casting long shadows across the bed where you lounged, legs casually draped over the edge. Min-su knelt on the floor before you, his small frame looking even more fragile in this position—his shoulders hunched, hands fidgeting nervously on his thighs. He was already shaking, his breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps, like he was on the verge of breaking just from being this close to you. His eyes were fixed on the floor, too ashamed or too overwhelmed to meet your gaze, but you could see the way his cheeks flushed pink, the subtle twitch of his hips betraying how desperately aroused he was.
"Please... please, baby," he whispered, his voice cracking like a boy's on the edge of tears. "I-I need to make you feel good. I'll do anything. Just... let me taste you. I'm begging you." He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing visibly, and you watched with a smirk as a single tear welled up in the corner of his eye. Pathetic. Utterly pathetic. And that's exactly what made it so intoxicating.
You shifted slightly, spreading your thighs wider, the cool air brushing against your exposed skin. His eyes darted up involuntarily, locking onto the sight of your bare pussy, glistening with anticipation. He let out a whimper, a soft, broken sound that sent a thrill through you. "Look at you," you said, your voice laced with mock disdain. "Kneeling there like a worthless little slut, begging for scraps. You're so fucking desperate, aren't you, Min-su?"
He nodded frantically, his hands clutching at the hem of his shirt as if to steady himself. "Y-yes... I'm desperate. I'm nothing without you. Please, call me names.
Pull my hair. Use me however you want. I deserve it." His words tumbled out in a rush, his voice trembling, and you could see the bulge in his pants straining painfully against the fabric. He didn't dare touch it, though—oh no, he knew better than that. This was about you, always about you.
With a sigh of feigned boredom, you reached down and grabbed a fistful of his soft, dark hair, yanking his head up to force him to look at you. He gasped sharply, the sound morphing into a moan as pain mixed with pleasure in his wide, glassy eyes. "Fine," you snarled, tugging harder just to watch him squirm. "Get your pathetic mouth to work, you useless boy. And if you fuck this up, I'll make you cry for real."
Min-su shuffled forward on his knees, his movements clumsy and eager, like a puppy scrambling for approval. He started with tentative kisses along your inner thighs, his lips trembling against your skin.
Each press was soft, worshipful, but laced with desperation—his hot breath fanning over you, making your core ache. "Is this okay? Am I... am I doing it right?" he murmured between kisses, his voice muffled and pleading. "Tell me if I'm being a good boy. Please, I need to know."
You laughed coldly, twisting your fingers in his hair and pulling him closer, grinding his face against your thigh. "Shut the fuck up and lick, you whiny little bitch. You're not here to talk—you're here to serve."
He whimpered again, louder this time, the vibration humming through you as he obeyed. His tongue darted out hesitantly at first, a timid swipe along your folds that was far too gentle, too unsure. But the taste of you seemed to break something in him; he groaned deeply, burying his face deeper, his nose brushing against your clit as he lapped at you with sloppy, frantic strokes.
"Oh god... you taste so good," he mumbled into your pussy, his words slurred and wet. "I'm so lucky... so fucking lucky you let a loser like me do this." Tears streamed down his cheeks now, mixing with your arousal on his chin, but he didn't stop. If anything, the humiliation fueled him—his tongue delving deeper, circling your entrance before flicking up to your swollen clit. You tightened your grip on his hair, yanking roughly to guide him, and he cried out—a mix of pain and ecstasy—that sent shockwaves of pleasure straight through you.
"Faster, you pathetic fuck," you hissed, rocking your hips against his mouth. "Make me cum, or I'll leave you here hard and aching all night." His response was immediate: he sucked harder on your clit, his tongue swirling in messy, desperate patterns, saliva dripping down his chin as he devoured you like a man starved. His hands finally dared to touch, gripping your thighs with bruising force—not to control, but to hold on for dear life, as if you'd vanish if he let go. His hips bucked uselessly against the air, his cock throbbing visibly in his pants, pre-cum staining the front, but he ignored it completely. All that mattered was you—your moans growing louder, your body tensing as heat built in your core.
"Yes... yes, just like that," you gasped, your free hand reaching down to pinch his ear, twisting it just to hear him sob. "You're such a good little whore when you try. Keep going, don't you dare stop." He was a mess now—face slick and red, eyes squeezed shut in concentration, breaths coming in ragged pants against your skin.
The room filled with the lewd sounds of his mouth working you over: wet slurps, his muffled whimpers, your sharp commands. Every tug on his hair elicited another moan from him, vibrating right where you needed it, pushing you closer to the edge.
Finally, the orgasm crashed over you like a wave, your thighs clamping around his head as you rode his face hard, grinding against his tongue until stars burst behind your eyelids. "Fuck, yes—take it, you filthy boy!" you cried out, your body shuddering violently. Min-su didn't fight it; he let you use him, his mouth open wide to catch every drop, his tongue still flicking weakly even as you trembled from overstimulation.
Tears poured down his face freely now, his whole body shaking with unfulfilled need, but the look in his eyes when you finally pushed him back was one of pure, grateful adoration.
He collapsed slightly, panting, his lips swollen and shiny, chin dripping. "D-did I... did I make you feel good? Please say I did. I'm sorry if I was too slow... too pathetic. I'll do better next time. Punish me if I wasn't enough." His voice was hoarse, broken, and he glanced down at his straining erection with a wince, but he made no move to relieve himself.
Instead, he leaned forward again, pressing a soft, reverent kiss to your thigh. "Can I... can I clean you up? Or do more? Anything... I'll beg if you want."
You cupped his jaw roughly, tilting his head up to meet your eyes, your thumb smearing the mess on his lips. "You were adequate, you sniveling little pet. But you're right—you're not done. Not even close." His eyes lit up with desperate relief, a choked sob escaping him as he nodded eagerly, ready to throw himself at your mercy all over again. Pathetic, yes—but yours, completely.
(M!Reader)
The room felt heavy with anticipation, the dim light from the lamp casting flickering shadows across the walls. You lounged back in the armchair, legs spread wide, your cock already half-hard from the sheer sight of him. Min-su was on his knees in front of you, his small frame trembling like a leaf in the wind.
His hands hovered uselessly in the air, fingers twitching as if he wanted to reach out and touch your thighs but didn't dare without your say-so. His eyes were wide and glassy, locked on the floor, cheeks flushed a deep crimson. He looked so fragile, so utterly breakable—and that was exactly how you liked him.
"P-please," he whispered, his voice cracking on the word, barely above a whimper. A tear slipped down his cheek, unbidden, and he swiped at it hastily, like he was ashamed of how easily he fell apart. "I... I need to make you feel good. I'll do anything. Just let me taste you. I'm begging you, sir. Use my mouth. Please." His breath hitched, his chest rising and falling rapidly, and you could see the way his own cock strained against his pants, tenting the fabric pathetically. He hadn't touched himself once, though—oh no, he knew better.
This was all about you, about proving how worthless he was without your approval.
You smirked, leaning forward just enough to make him flinch in anticipation. "Look at me, you pathetic little slut," you commanded, your voice low and edged with disdain. His head snapped up, eyes meeting yours, wide with a mix of fear and desperate hunger. Another tear welled up, spilling over as he nodded frantically. "You're shaking like a scared puppy. So fucking eager to choke on my cock, aren't you? Beg harder. Make me believe you deserve it."
He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing visibly, and his lips parted on a sob. "Y-yes... I'm desperate. I'm nothing—a worthless boy who can't even get hard without your permission. Pull my hair, call me names, fuck my face until I cry. I need it. I deserve to be punished for being so useless." His words came out in a rush, voice trembling, and he shifted on his knees, pressing his thighs together as if to stifle the ache between his legs. Pre-cum had already darkened a spot on his pants, but he ignored it, his focus solely on you.
Satisfied with his groveling, you reached down and tangled your fingers in his soft, dark hair, yanking hard enough to make him gasp. The sound twisted into a moan, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment in blissful pain. "Fine, you sniveling whore," you growled, pulling him closer until his face was inches from your throbbing cock. "Open wide and show me what that pathetic mouth can do. And if you gag too much, I'll make sure you regret it."
Min-su whimpered loudly, the vibration of it humming through the air as he shuffled forward on his knees, his movements clumsy and frantic. He started slow, pressing tentative, worshipful kisses along the inside of your thighs, his lips soft and trembling against your skin.
Each one was accompanied by a shaky breath, hot and uneven, as he murmured pleas into your flesh. "Is this good? Am I... am I being a good boy for you? Tell me, please—I need to know if I'm pleasing you." His voice was muffled, desperate, and you could feel the wetness of his tears dripping onto your skin.
You laughed coldly, twisting your grip in his hair and shoving his face against your cock. "Shut the fuck up and suck, you whiny bitch. You're not here for chit-chat—you're here to be my toy." He cried out softly at the rough treatment, but obeyed instantly, his tongue darting out to lap at the base of your shaft.
The first lick was timid, too gentle, tracing the vein along the underside with hesitant strokes that made you throb harder. But the taste seemed to ignite something in him; he groaned deeply, a broken, needy sound, and leaned in further, wrapping his lips around the head of your cock.
His mouth was hot, wet, and so fucking eager—sucking softly at first, his tongue swirling around the tip to collect the pre-cum beading there. He moaned around you, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure straight up your spine, and his eyes watered immediately from the stretch. "Mmmph... so big," he mumbled incoherently, his words slurred as drool began to escape the corners of his mouth. You tugged his hair sharply, forcing him to take more, and he gagged wetly, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks. But he didn't pull back; instead, he pushed forward, hollowing his cheeks and bobbing his head sloppily, saliva dripping down your length and pooling at the base.
"Faster, you useless fuck," you hissed, your hips bucking up to meet his mouth. You held his head in place, controlling the pace, thrusting shallowly into the tight heat of his throat. He choked with every push, his hands scrambling to grip your thighs for support, nails digging in desperately. Snot mixed with tears on his face, his lashes clumped and wet, but the look in his eyes was pure ecstasy—humiliated, ruined, and loving every second.
His own cock twitched visibly in his pants, leaking profusely now, but he made no move to touch it, too focused on pleasing you. Every gag was accompanied by a muffled sob, vibrating around your cock and making you groan.
"Oh god... I love this," he gasped during a brief moment when you pulled back to let him breathe, his voice hoarse and wrecked. Strings of spit connected his swollen lips to your glistening shaft, and he licked them up greedily before diving back in. His tongue worked feverishly now—flattening against the underside, swirling around the head, dipping into the slit to taste more of you.
He sucked harder, messier, his head bobbing with frantic enthusiasm, gagging himself deeper each time like he was punishing himself for not being good enough. The lewd sounds filled the room: wet slurps, his choked whimpers, your sharp commands and grunts of pleasure.
"You're such a filthy little cocksucker," you groaned, yanking his hair to force him all the way down until his nose pressed against your pelvis. He sputtered violently, throat convulsing around you, eyes rolling back as fresh tears poured down his face. His body shook, hips grinding pathetically against nothing, but he held still, letting you use his mouth like a sleeve. The sight of him—face red and slick, lips stretched obscenely wide, drool and pre-cum smeared everywhere—pushed you right to the edge.
With a final, rough thrust, you came hard, spilling down his throat in hot pulses. "Swallow it all, you greedy slut!" you snarled, holding him down as he gagged and choked, his throat working frantically to take every drop. Some escaped, dribbling down his chin mixed with his saliva, but he licked it up messily when you finally released him, his tongue chasing the remnants like he couldn't bear to waste a single bit.
He collapsed back on his heels, panting raggedly, his face a complete mess: swollen lips, tear-streaked cheeks, chin glistening with cum and spit. His cock was still painfully hard, throbbing untouched, but he didn't complain. Instead, he looked up at you with wide, adoring eyes, his voice breaking on a sob. "D-did I do good? Please... please say I was enough. I'm sorry if I gagged too much—I-I'll practice more. Punish me if I wasn't perfect." He leaned forward again, pressing a soft, reverent kiss to your softening cock, his body still trembling with unfulfilled need.
You grabbed his jaw roughly, tilting his ruined face up to admire your handiwork. "You were adequate, you pathetic pet. But you're right— we're not done. Get back to work." His eyes lit up with grateful relief, a choked moan escaping him as he nodded eagerly, diving back in without hesitation, ready to worship you until he broke completely. He was yours—utterly, hopelessly pathetic—and he wouldn't have it any other way.
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A = Aftercare (How he treats you after sex, what happens after sex, etc...)
Roh Jae-won isn’t the type to just roll over and pass out after sex. No, with him it’s a whole ritual — one that’s as dirty as it is tender.
When he’s done fucking you, he usually stays there for a moment, still buried deep inside, his chest heaving against your back or pressing against your breasts. He loves that sticky, messy warmth, and he whispers in that low, slightly hoarse voice of his:
“Fuck… look at you. So full of me.”
He always takes a moment to admire the mess he’s made — his cum dripping out of you, staining your thighs, your skin flushed and trembling. It turns him on just as much as the fucking itself, and sometimes he’ll push his fingers back inside you just to see you twitch and whimper, not ready to let the intimacy go yet.
But then the softer side of him slips through. He’ll scoop you up and carry you to the bathroom if you’re too wobbly to walk, sitting you down on the counter, gently spreading your thighs with those big hands of his while he wipes you clean. He presses soft kisses to the bruises he’s left — your bitten lips, your reddened thighs, the marks his fingers dug into your hips — whispering apologies mixed with smug pride:
“Too rough? You can take me though, can’t you? My good girl…”
Back in bed, he wraps himself around you, holding you tight like you’re his favorite pillow, skin on skin, his breath warm against your ear. He strokes your hair lazily, draws circles on your belly, kisses the back of your neck. He can’t stop touching you, like he needs the reassurance that you’re still there, still his.
And even in aftercare, he can’t help but tease. Sometimes while cuddling, he’ll murmur:
“I can still taste you on my tongue… still feel you clenching around me.”
And before you know it, his hand is sliding down your stomach again, testing if you’re too sore — or if you’re ready for another round.
But the core of it is: Roh Jae-won makes you feel safe. He turns that raw, animalistic fucking into intimacy afterward, making sure you know that even when he’s ruined you, he’s also the one who’ll piece you back together — with water, kisses, gentle laughter, and the warmth of his body glued to yours until you drift off.
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B = Body Part (His favourite body part of yours)
Roh Jae-won is absolutely obsessed with your thighs. Not just because they’re soft and perfect for his hands to grab onto while he’s driving into you, but because to him, your thighs are like his playground.
He loves the way they look wrapped around his waist when he’s fucking you deep, your muscles trembling from the stretch. He loves pushing them apart, spreading you wide with his palms while he stares at your soaked pussy, groaning under his breath like he’s seeing art. Sometimes he’ll pin your thighs against your chest just to fold you in half, making you cry out from how deep he can get like that.
But his obsession doesn’t stop in bed. He loves kissing his way up and down your thighs when he’s eating you out, biting and sucking until you’re whining his name, until you’ve got little bruises you can’t hide the next day. He takes his time — dragging his teeth lightly, teasing the sensitive skin, making you shiver before he finally dives into your cunt.
When you’re sitting together, he’ll absentmindedly squeeze your thighs, sliding his fingers higher and higher, teasing you in public. He gets hard just watching you in a skirt, legs crossed, because all he can think about is parting them open and burying his face between them.
And here’s his dirtiest little confession: he loves finishing on them. Something about watching his cum paint the skin of your thighs, dripping down toward your pussy, makes him growl. Sometimes he’ll smear it with his fingers, rubbing it in, before licking it off and moaning like he can’t get enough.
To Roh Jae-won, your thighs are his handle, his pillow, his obsession. He’ll spend hours worshipping them, biting them, holding them open just to see you at your most vulnerable — and he never gets tired of it.
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C = Cum (Everything to do with cum!)
With Roh Jae-won, cum isn’t just an afterthought — it’s his favorite part of sex. He’s downright possessive about it, obsessed with the idea of marking you, filling you, and making sure you know who you belong to every single time.
First off, his absolute favorite is cumming inside you. He loves pushing in deep at the last second, holding you tight against him while he groans into your ear, cock twitching as he unloads everything he has. He stays buried inside, grinding slow even after he’s finished, making sure you feel every drop of his warmth spilling into you. Sometimes he’ll spread you open right after, watching the way his cum leaks out of your swollen pussy, and he’ll smirk like the cocky bastard he is:
“Look at that… dripping because of me. You’re mine.”
But he’s filthy in other ways too. He has a thing for cum play — scooping it up with his fingers and pushing it back inside you while you whimper from the sensitivity, or even making you taste it with a messy kiss, murmuring against your lips:
“Swallow it, baby. All of me.”
On days when he’s rougher, he loves cumming on your body. Your stomach, your tits, your ass — he wants to see you covered. He strokes himself over you while you lie there wrecked, and when he spills, he always spreads it around with his fingers or his cockhead, like he’s painting his masterpiece. Seeing you messy from him alone makes him hard again almost instantly.
And here’s the kicker: he gets so turned on by the idea of his cum staying inside you, stretching the fantasy of you walking around the next day with him still leaking out. If you tease him about it, he’ll just laugh in that low voice of his and say,
“Good. I want you to feel me for days.”
For Jae-won, cum isn’t just an end — it’s his claim, his mark, his signature on your body. And he’ll never let you forget it.
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D = Dirty Secret (Something filthy he did/does/wants to do behind your back)
Roh Jae-won might look like the sweet guy next door off-screen, but when it comes to sex? He’s got dark, filthy cravings he doesn’t always say out loud.
One of his dirtiest secrets is how often he jerks off to the thought of you without telling you. Even when you’re not around, he’ll replay the way you moaned for him, the way you looked ruined under him, and he’ll get himself off with his fist, groaning your name under his breath. He sometimes records little videos of you when you’re fucking — your body bouncing on his cock, your mouth begging for him — and keeps them hidden on his phone just for his private use. When he’s lonely, he’ll watch them, cum hard, and then look at you the next day with that innocent smile like nothing happened.
But his filthiest fantasy? He wants to fuck you where he shouldn’t. Dressing room, car parked on a busy street, a corner at a party — the idea of someone almost catching him balls-deep inside you drives him crazy. He hasn’t always confessed just how badly he wants to take you in risky places, but it shows every time he presses his hard-on against you in public and whispers:
“If I could, I’d bend you over this table right now.”
And here’s the real secret: sometimes, after a night out, when you’re asleep next to him in nothing but a shirt, he’ll get hard just watching you breathe. He tries to resist, but more than once, he’s slid his cock against your ass, stroking himself slow while staring at your face. He doesn’t go all the way without you knowing — he respects that line — but the thrill of almost using you in your sleep makes him leak all over your skin.
He’ll never admit it out loud, but the truth is that Roh Jae-won’s dirtiest secret is that he’s addicted to you in ways he can’t always control. He doesn’t just want sex when you give it to him — he wants you constantly, in his head, under his skin, in his hand when he’s alone, and in every filthy corner of his fantasies.
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E = Experience (How experienced is he?)
Roh Jae-won isn’t some reckless playboy who’s slept with dozens of women — that’s not his vibe. He’s had partners before, sure, but he’s always been selective, a little reserved in real life. So while he’s not a virgin by any means, he’s not overflowing with wild stories from his past either.
What that means is: his experience isn’t about quantity, it’s about intensity. With you, he lets go in a way he’s never really done before. Maybe with other girls it was careful, polite, safe. But with you? It’s raw, filthy, unrestrained. You unlocked this side of him that’s greedy, needy, and shameless.
He’s the type of man who learns fast. The first time he discovered how you clenched around him when he pressed his thumb to your clit, he memorized it. The first time you squirted for him, he lost his mind and swore to himself he’d chase that reaction again and again. Every moan, every gasp, every way your body reacts — he studies it, stores it, and uses it the next time to break you even more.
So no, he doesn’t have endless experience with other women. But with you? He’s become a fucking expert in your body. He knows exactly how to angle his hips to make you scream, how to suck your tits until you’re arching, how to tease your thighs until you’re begging.
And that’s what makes him dangerous in bed: he’s not recycling tricks from the past — he’s custom-built everything around you. That’s why it feels so addictive, why it feels like he was made for you. Because every filthy move he pulls is tailored to the way your body responds to him.
At the end of the day, his “experience” is simple: he hasn’t fucked around much — but now that he has you, he’s fucking ruined with obsession.
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F = Favourite Position (How he loves to fuck you)
Roh Jae-won doesn’t just have a favorite position — he has a whole rotation of positions he craves, depending on his mood, how needy you are, and how badly he wants to ruin you.
Missionary (but filthy, not sweet):
He loves missionary because he can pin you down and watch your face. His hands lock around your wrists above your head, his body pressing you into the sheets as he thrusts deep and steady. He gets off on watching your lips tremble, your eyes roll back, and he’ll lean down to kiss you messy while he fucks you rough. Sometimes he’ll hook your legs over his shoulders, folding you in half so deep you swear he’s splitting you open — and he groans every time you cry out like you can’t take it.
From behind (doggystyle, but with variations):
Doggy is his weakness. He loves watching your ass bounce, gripping your hips so hard you’ll feel it the next day. He’ll slap your ass, spit on your pussy, and growl while pounding into you like he can’t stop. But he also likes lazy mornings where he pushes you flat on your stomach, presses his chest to your back, and fucks into you slow, deep, his mouth glued to your ear as he moans. Either way, from behind is when his possessive side comes out — he loves watching himself disappear inside you, wet and messy.
Cowgirl (with a twist):
When you’re on top, he gets feral. He grips your waist, forcing you to grind down harder, eyes glued to your tits bouncing in his face. Sometimes he’ll grab your hair and pull you down for a kiss, his tongue fucking your mouth while your pussy rides his cock. He loves when you lose rhythm from cumming too hard — he’ll just take control from underneath, thrusting up into you until you’re screaming.
Against the wall:
This one is about pure lust. He loves the thrill of lifting you up, pressing you against the wall with your legs around his waist, your back scraping against the surface as he slams into you. His hands dig into your ass, his mouth sucking on your neck, and the angle makes him hit that deep spot that leaves you breathless. It’s messy, desperate, sweaty — and it drives him insane knowing how helpless you are clinging onto him.
Sitting/Chair sex:
He loves dragging you onto his lap while he’s sitting in a chair, sofa, or even in the car. Something about you straddling him, riding him face-to-face, makes him crazy. He can grab your ass, guide your hips, bite your neck, and whisper filthy things while watching you fall apart. Sometimes he’ll fuck up into you so hard the chair creaks, making you both laugh between moans — it’s his perfect mix of rough and intimate.
Oral positions (yes, he counts these as favorites):
He loves eating you out while you sit on his face, your thighs squeezing around his head while he moans into your pussy. And he’ll 100% jerk himself off while doing it, getting off just from tasting you.
Risky quickies (bent over surfaces):
Kitchen counter, bathroom sink, car hood, even a balcony railing — if the moment’s hot enough, he’ll take you then and there, bending you over and shoving inside fast, chasing that thrill of “what if someone hears?”
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So yeah… he doesn’t have one favorite. He’s greedy, versatile, and just wants you everywhere, in every way. But if he had to choose? Doggy and folded-missionary — because nothing beats seeing you cry out while he drills into that perfect spot.
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G = Goofy (How silly is he during sex?)
Roh Jae-won definitely has a goofy streak in bed — the kind of playful energy that sneaks in even when he’s absolutely wrecking you.
Sometimes, in between pounding you so hard the bed creaks, he’ll laugh because you squealed in a certain way or because the headboard literally almost broke. He teases you about the way you moan, imitating it just to make you blush:
“Baby, you sound like you’re begging for mercy… should I stop?” (he never stops).
When you ride him and lose balance, collapsing against his chest, he’ll chuckle, wrap his arms tight around you, and murmur:
“Clumsy little thing, can’t even sit pretty on my cock, huh?”
And then he’ll fuck up into you harder just to prove a point.
He’s also the type to bite your shoulder and then giggle when you yelp, or to smack your ass and say “good girl” in the cheesiest fake-deep voice, making you laugh through your moans. Sex with him is filthy, yes, but also fun — the kind of fun that keeps it from ever feeling mechanical.
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G (extra) = Goal (What’s his goal/dream about sex?)
If his goofy side is about fun, his goal in sex is much darker, more intense: he wants to completely own you.
Roh Jae-won’s dream is to fuck you so thoroughly that you can’t think of anyone but him. He wants you ruined on his cock, limp in his arms, babbling his name, unable to cum from anyone else ever again. He wants you walking the next day and still feeling him, thighs trembling when you sit down, pussy aching because of how deep he went.
He doesn’t just want orgasms — he wants to claim. His ultimate goal is for you to be addicted, to crave him at random times of day, to look at him and instantly get wet because your body remembers what he does to you.
Sometimes he even whispers it while he’s fucking you raw, voice low and full of lust:
“You’ll never need another cock but mine. I’m gonna fuck you until that’s the only truth you know.”
It’s not about ego — it’s obsession. His “goal” is simple: make you completely his, in body, mind, and every filthy moan you give.
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H = Hair (How well groomed he is, etc.)
Roh Jae-won is definitely a man who takes care of himself, but he’s not obsessively polished either. He’s got that natural, masculine vibe where everything about him feels just a little rough in the sexiest way possible.
On his head:
His hair is always soft and smells like his shampoo — even after a long night of fucking, you can still catch that clean, woodsy scent when you bury your face against his neck. He loves when you tug on it while he’s eating you out or when you’re riding his face, and he’ll groan into your pussy every time you do.
On his face:
Most of the time he’s clean-shaven, but if he’s been lazy, he’ll have that faint stubble. And oh god — when he goes down on you with that bit of scruff, it burns deliciously against your thighs, leaving you red and trembling. He loves the marks it leaves, and he’ll smirk proudly when you complain about being sore the next morning.
On his body:
He’s not overly hairy, but he’s not boy-smooth either. His chest has a soft dusting of hair that you love running your nails through, especially when he’s sweating and panting above you. There’s a thin trail leading down from his abs to his cock — your favorite path to follow with kisses, and his favorite when you tug his pants down just to stroke him there teasingly.
Down below:
He keeps himself trimmed. Not bare, but neat — enough to be clean and comfortable, while still showing off that dark, masculine hair that makes him look all the more raw and real. He likes it natural, but not messy. And the way his trimmed hair brushes against your inner thighs when he’s grinding into you? It’s enough to make you lose your mind.
And here’s the kicker: he gets off on the little details of your hair too. He’ll run his fingers through your messy strands after sex, laughing at how ruined you look. If you haven’t shaved or waxed, he doesn’t give a fuck — in fact, he loves it, murmuring against your pussy while he eats you out:
“Mmm… all natural, just how I like you.”
So yeah, Roh Jae-won’s hair game? Sexy, effortless, and perfect for leaving you wrecked.
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I = Intimacy (How romantic is he during sex?)
Roh Jae-won is not just a fuck-and-go guy. For him, intimacy is woven into every part of sex — even when he’s railing you so hard the bed squeaks.
He’s obsessed with eye contact. When he’s on top of you, he pins your wrists down and keeps his face close, staring right into your eyes while he thrusts deep. There’s something in that look — like he wants you to feel his soul as much as his cock — that makes your stomach flip. He loves watching your face crumble as you fall apart for him, and he murmurs in that low, breathless voice:
“That’s it… stay with me, baby. Look at me when you cum.”
Kissing is a huge part of intimacy for him. Even when the pace is rough, his mouth keeps finding yours — sloppy, wet kisses, tongues tangled, your moans swallowed into his throat. He kisses your forehead after eating you out, your shoulder when he’s buried deep, your knuckles when he’s holding your hands above your head. It’s like he needs to remind you in every way: this isn’t just sex, it’s us.
He’s also a cuddler mid-sex. When you’re riding him, he’ll suddenly pull you flush against his chest, wrapping his arms around you, whispering filth into your ear while grinding up into you slow. He can go from dirty to sweet in a second, saying things like:
“You’re so beautiful when you’re ruined like this.”
or
“I don’t want anyone else. Just you.”
And aftercare is pure intimacy — he’ll brush sweaty strands of hair off your face, press soft kisses everywhere, and stroke your skin like you’re fragile glass.
So yeah, he’s filthy as hell… but beneath all the growls and dirty talk, there’s a romantic streak that makes sex with him feel addictive. He doesn’t just want your body — he wants your heart trembling with every thrust, too.
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J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
Roh Jae-won definitely masturbates, but here’s the thing: after having you, jerking off feels more like torture than release. He still does it — often — but it’s always about you.
He’s not the type to just stroke himself absentmindedly. No, when he jerks off, it’s messy, intense, and filthy. He sits back on the bed or couch, head tipped against the wall, his cock leaking in his fist while he mutters your name under his breath. His abs tighten every time he imagines the way you moan for him.
He keeps little things to help him — videos of you riding him, photos you sent half-dressed, even your panties hidden in his drawer. He’ll press the fabric to his face, inhaling your scent while jerking himself raw, groaning like an addict. Sometimes, he’ll even spit on his hand, imagining it’s your pussy dripping for him, and stroke harder, gritting his teeth because it’s never the same as the real thing.
When he’s alone in a hotel room or late at night after a long shoot, he’ll put your voice messages on repeat, jerking himself until he cums all over his stomach, messy and frustrated because he wishes it was inside you instead.
And here’s the dirtiest part: sometimes, when he’s jerking off, he’ll stop right before he finishes. He edges himself, holding back, because he wants to “save” it for you. He’ll walk around the next day half-hard, balls heavy, and as soon as he gets you alone, he’ll groan in your ear:
“Didn’t let myself cum last night… wanted to fill you up with all of it.”
So yeah — Roh Jae-won jerks off often, but he always does it with you in mind, with this gnawing obsession that no hand will ever compare to your pussy, your mouth, your thighs.
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K = Kink (One or more of his kinks about you)
Roh Jae-won is kinky as hell once he’s comfortable — and yeah, one of his biggest fetishes is your pussy. He’s obsessed. To him, it’s not just a part of your body — it’s his favorite toy, his meal, his addiction.
Pussy Obsession:
He loves everything about it: the way it looks when he spreads you open, the way it tastes when he buries his face in it, the way it clenches around him when you’re close to cumming. He’ll spend hours eating you out, moaning like he’s the one getting off, grinding his hips into the bed while he sucks your clit. Sometimes he’ll whisper filth against your folds:
“This pussy was made for me… so sweet, so tight. My perfect little hole.”
He’s addicted to watching his cum drip out of you afterward, too. He’ll finger it back inside, use his tongue to lap it up, or make you sit on his cock again just to keep everything plugged inside. That’s not just sex for him — that’s his kink: owning your pussy completely.
Marking & Bruising:
He loves leaving hickeys and bite marks all over your thighs, tits, and neck. It’s possessive, primal — proof that you’re his. Every bruise is a trophy to him.
Risk & Semi-Exhibitionism:
Fucking you where you shouldn’t be fucked. Dressing room, car, bathroom stall — the risk of being heard makes him harder. He loves clamping his hand over your mouth while he rails you somewhere dangerous, whispering:
“Shh… don’t let them hear how good I’m fucking you.”
Control & Teasing:
He likes being in charge — pinning you down, making you beg, edging you until you’re crying. But he’s not cruel; it’s about driving you insane with need, watching you fall apart because of him.
Oral Fixation:
Not just eating you — he loves when you suck him off. But his kink is the mess: spit dripping down your chin, your throat bulging around his cock, his cum all over your tongue. He’ll groan, push your hair back, and say:
“Swallow. Show me.”
Breeding Kink (lowkey):
Even if he doesn’t say it often, he gets feral when he cums inside you. The thought of filling you, of his cum staying inside, scratches a deep need in him. When he’s really lost in it, he’ll mutter:
“Gonna pump you full… want you dripping with me for days.”
So yeah, his biggest fetish is absolutely your pussy — but it’s wrapped up in all these other kinks: owning, marking, controlling, and filling you until there’s no doubt you’re his.
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L = Location (Favourite place to have sex)
Sure, the bed is comfortable — but Jae-won gets off on the thrill of variety. His favorite places are the ones that make you nervous, where you’re half-terrified of being caught but too turned on to stop.
His Car:
He loves fucking you in his car. The cramped space makes it hotter, your knees pressed to your chest while he pounds into you in the backseat, windows fogged up. He groans about how slutty you look bouncing on his cock where anyone could walk by. Sometimes he won’t even bother parking somewhere hidden — just low tint, locked doors, and his hand clamped over your mouth while he ruts into you.
Showers:
Water streaming down both of you, your skin slippery against his, his hands gripping your hips while he fucks you against the tile. He loves the way your moans echo in the bathroom, and how easy it is to drop to his knees and eat you out while water drips down your thighs.
Public but Hidden:
Changing rooms. Quiet hallways. Even bathrooms at parties. He gets such a kick out of bending you over something sturdy and taking you fast and hard, whispering in your ear:
“Stay quiet, baby. Don’t let them know what I’m doing to you.”
It’s risky, dangerous, and makes his cock throb every time.
Kitchen Counter/Table:
He’s obsessed with the sight of you spread out on a countertop, panties pushed to the side, begging while he takes you raw. Something about fucking you where you should be eating makes it extra filthy. He’ll even joke after, smirking as he pours a drink:
“Think I’m ever gonna sit here again without remembering how good you screamed for me?”
The Bed (but only after he’s ruined you elsewhere):
When he finally drags you to bed, it’s not boring. That’s where he slows down, takes his time, and fucks you until you’re shaking — the contrast from all the wild places before making it even sweeter.
But if he had to pick one? His car wins. There’s something about having you bouncing in his lap, windows fogged up, the city right outside, that makes him feral. The risk, the confinement, the way you cling to him when people walk by too close — that’s his ultimate thrill.
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M = Motivation (What turns him on, gets him hard, makes him cum, etc.)
Roh Jae-won gets hard fast — but it’s not just about looks. What really drives him crazy is the mix of visuals, sounds, and attitude.
Your Moans (Number One Motivation):
He can be half-tired, half-distracted — and the second you let out a needy little whimper, his cock is twitching. He’s addicted to your voice. It doesn’t matter if it’s soft, breathy moans or loud, shameless cries — the sound of you falling apart for him is instant fuel.
Lingerie (or Lack of It):
Catch him off guard in lingerie and he’ll literally freeze for a second, cock already getting heavy in his jeans. But honestly? Walking around his apartment in just one of his shirts with nothing underneath gets him just as hard — because he knows what’s hiding under there.
Attitude Switch:
What really breaks him is when you go from sweet and shy to needy and demanding. If you suddenly grab his shirt, pull him between your legs, and beg: “Please fuck me, Jae-won,” his self-control snaps. He loves when you ask for him — no, when you need him.
Oral (Giving & Receiving):
Seeing your lips wrapped around him? Instant hard-on. But more than that — he loves the act of giving. Eating you out until you’re dripping, tasting you all over his mouth, feeling you grind against his tongue — it makes him almost painfully hard.
Risk/Forbidden Tension:
Sex in a place where you shouldn’t be having sex? That’s his drug. The thrill of possibly being heard or caught amps him up. He loves that adrenaline-fueled lust.
Tears/Overstimulation:
Not in a cruel way, but when he’s pushed you past your limit — when your thighs are trembling, when you’re crying from cumming too hard — that wrecked look motivates him like nothing else. He gets addicted to the idea that he’s the only one who can ruin you that way.
Pussy Obsession:
The smell, the taste, the feel — if you’re wet, he’s hard. He can’t see you spread without needing to bury his face or cock inside.
Your Scent/Closeness:
Even something as simple as sitting next to him, your perfume mixed with your skin — it gets under his skin. He’ll pretend he’s calm, but the second you lean into him, his mind flashes to fucking you.
And when it comes to making him cum? Two things always push him over the edge:
Hearing you beg for his cum inside.
Feeling your pussy squeeze when you climax.
The second you clench down on him, he loses it. Doesn’t matter how hard he tried to hold back — he’ll groan, slam deep, and spill inside you, every single time.
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N = No (Turn offs, things he won’t do)
Even though Jae-won is kinky, obsessed, and dirty as hell, he’s also very specific about his limits. There are things that just don’t do it for him — or things he refuses because he’s too possessive with you.
Sharing You:
This is his biggest “no.” The idea of another man touching you? Instant rage. He’s territorial to the core — your pussy is his, your moans are his, your body is his playground. The thought of you moaning someone else’s name makes his stomach twist. He might joke sometimes about “letting someone watch,” but in reality, he would never risk it.
True Humiliation/Degredation:
He likes a little dirty talk — calling you his slut, his good girl, whispering filthy praise in your ear — but he draws the line at anything that would actually make you feel ashamed or small. He wants to ruin you, yes, but he also wants you glowing in it, not hurt by it.
Anything That Makes You Uncomfortable:
If you hesitate, if you look nervous in the wrong way, he stops. Period. He loves pushing your limits, but only if you’re moaning and shaking with excitement, not fear. He’ll check in with a husky, “You okay, baby? Want me to keep going?” before pushing further.
Scat/Extreme Kinks:
Not his thing, at all. He likes messy sex — spit, sweat, cum dripping everywhere — but anything beyond that grosses him out.
Total Submission:
This one’s interesting. He does like control, he does like dominance, but he also loves when you claw his back, ride him hard, and push him to the edge. He’d never want a partner who just lays there and takes it — he needs your fire, your hunger, your wildness.
“Silent” Sex:
This man cannot stand quiet. If you bite your lip too hard, trying not to moan, he’ll fuck you rougher just to break you. He lives for sound. He needs to hear how much you love it, how wet you are, how desperate you get. Silent sex is his ultimate turn-off.
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So yeah, while Jae-won is nasty in all the best ways, he still has his hard lines. No sharing, no humiliation, no extremes. At the end of the day, his biggest limit is simple: you’re his, and only his.
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O = Oral Sex (Giving or receiving? How does he do it?)
Giving (His Favorite Thing on Earth):
Jae-won is a pussy eater. Period. Like… dangerously obsessed. He’d happily go down on you every single day if you let him. He doesn’t do it lazily either — no quick flicks, no rushing. He treats it like an art form.
He’ll start slow, kissing your inner thighs, dragging his tongue teasingly close before pulling back, making you whine.
Then he’ll pin your hips down with his hands, spreading you wide, and devour. Long, messy licks up your folds, circling your clit before sucking it hard enough to make your back arch.
He moans into your pussy. Loud. Like he’s eating his favorite meal. The vibrations alone make you lose your mind.
He gets addicted to the way you gush against his mouth. Sometimes he’ll lap up every drop, other times he’ll let it smear all over his chin and nose because he doesn’t care about being messy — he just wants you dripping.
And he’s ruthless about making you cum this way. If you’re shaking and begging him to stop, he’ll just chuckle and mumble against you:
“One more for me, baby. I’m not done tasting you yet.”
Receiving (What Drives Him Wild):
He loves your mouth almost as much. The sight of you on your knees, lips wrapped around him, your throat struggling to take him — it makes his cock twitch.
He grabs your hair, not to force you, but to guide you, whispering praise and filth: “So pretty with my cock down your throat… my perfect little cocksucker.”
He loves it sloppy. Spit dripping down your chin, gagging sounds echoing in the room — he’s groaning the entire time.
When you swallow him whole, he loses it. His hips jerk, his abs tighten, his hand clenches in your hair like he’s barely holding back.
His Kink with Oral:
He’s obsessed with cum play. He’ll pull out and paint your lips, your tongue, your face — then shove his cock right back between your lips, groaning at the mess. Or he’ll cum deep in your throat and command, low and breathless:
“Swallow. Show me.”
His Oral Ritual:
Sometimes, he’ll get so lost eating you that he jacks himself off at the same time — and he’ll cum just from your taste, without you even touching him. That’s how much of a pussy-drunk slut he is.
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Bottom line: Oral isn’t just foreplay for Jae-won. It’s his addiction. He loves giving, he loves receiving, and he especially loves the mess of it all — spit, cum, moans, tears, everything.
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P = Pace (Fast or slow? Rough or sensual?)
His Default Pace – Rough & Relentless:
Most of the time, Jae-won fucks like he’s got something to prove. Hard, deep, and fast. The kind of rhythm that makes your breath catch and your body jolt with every thrust. He loves watching you struggle to keep up, your moans turning into broken cries because he’s pounding you so good.
His hips slap loud against yours, echoing through the room.
He grips your waist so tight his fingerprints will still be there tomorrow.
He chases that sound of skin-on-skin and your whimpering gasps like he’s addicted.
When he’s in this mode, you’re not just getting fucked — you’re getting wrecked.
The Tease Pace – Slow, Torturous Rolls:
But when he wants to tease? He’ll go slow. Painfully slow. Long, deep strokes that make you feel every single inch dragging through your pussy. He’ll lean close, breathing against your ear, smirking at the way you’re trembling because it’s not enough.
“What’s wrong, baby? You want it faster? Then beg.”
He loves drawing it out until you’re clawing at his back, begging him to just fuck you properly.
His Switch – Rough to Slow (and back again):
The real danger? When he switches mid-fuck. He’ll rail you hard until you’re a shaking mess, then suddenly slow to a grinding, sensual pace — rolling his hips, hitting that deep spot until you’re whining. Just when you think you can breathe, he’ll snap back into that rough rhythm and drive you insane.
The Endgame Pace – Wild, Desperate:
When he’s close, his pace turns wild. Sloppier, harder, like he’s losing control. His thrusts get desperate, his groans deepen, and he slams into you like he’s trying to bury himself inside forever. That’s when he grabs you tighter, buries his face in your neck, and growls your name while cumming deep.
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So yeah… Jae-won’s pace is everything at once: ruthless, teasing, unpredictable. He knows exactly when to slow down to make you ache, and when to pound into you so hard your legs give out.
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Q = Quickie (His opinion on quickies, how often?)
Jae-won loves quickies, but not the lazy kind. He’s obsessed with the thirst and urgency that comes with them. There’s something about fucking you when you barely have time to catch your breath that drives him wild.
The Thrill of Urgency:
Quickies get his blood pumping faster than a long, slow session sometimes. He loves catching you alone — in his car, in the kitchen, even against a wall — and bending you over before you’ve had a chance to protest.
He’ll rip your clothes off, groaning at how wet you are even with just a few touches.
Hands everywhere, hips slamming, your moans muffled because there’s barely time to make noise.
The whole act is raw, messy, and urgent — just like him.
How Often:
He’s not doing quickies all the time, but the right moment? He can’t resist. Maybe it’s mid-shoot, late at night, or even right after a night out — the second he sees you leaning into him, or hears your breath hitch, he’s already pressing you against a surface and burying his cock.
His Style:
Quickies with Jae-won are hard and dirty. No teasing, no slow buildup. He wants to feel you clench around him, hear you cry his name, taste your desperation, and cum as fast as he can.
Sometimes he pulls out at the last second, smirking:
“Not yet… I want you dripping for me when I come next.”
Other times, it’s all explosive — slamming deep, muttering filthy praise, and cumming inside you in one frantic rush.
His Turn-On for Quickies:
It’s the danger, the speed, and the heat. The way your eyes widen, how your hands grip him like you can’t get enough — that’s what makes him lose it. Quickies aren’t just about sex; they’re about control and obsession, and he thrives on it.
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R = Risk (What risks will he take)
Public Sex (His Favorite Risk):
This man lives for the thrill of almost getting caught. He’s the type who’ll slide his hand up your skirt at a dinner, whisper filth in your ear, and smirk when you try to push him away because people are around.
Bathrooms at bars or clubs? He’s already dragging you in, locking the door, and bending you over the sink.
Dark corners at events? He’ll pin you against the wall and grind into you until you’re shaking, just to see how long you last before begging him.
His biggest kink is watching your face flush when someone almost notices what he’s doing under the table.
Filming You Two:
Not in a “leak it” way, but for his eyes only. He gets off on replaying the way you ride him, the sound of your moans, the sight of your pussy taking him. He’ll make you watch it back with him, cock hard in his fist, groaning:
“Look at how good you take me, baby… I can’t get enough of this.”
Car Sex:
Driving is dangerous enough, but when you’re in his passenger seat with a short skirt? Forget it. He’ll pull over in some hidden spot and fuck you in the backseat until the windows are fogged, laughing low when you’re trying to catch your breath.
Risking His Control:
The biggest risk for him? Losing control. He’s dominant, yes, but sometimes you make him so desperate he doesn’t care who hears or if the neighbors complain. He’ll fuck you so hard the headboard slams, sweat dripping, his voice raw from groaning your name.
His Limit:
He’ll never risk you feeling unsafe. He’ll toe the line of danger and thrill, but the second he sees real fear in your eyes, he’ll pull back — whispering against your lips: “Only want you wet and begging, baby, never scared.”
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So yeah… Jae-won is a risk junkie. He’s obsessed with adrenaline, with that tightrope between danger and pleasure. For him, sex isn’t just about intimacy — it’s about excitement, heat, and reckless hunger.
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S = Stamina (How many rounds can he last, how quick he cums)
Endless Rounds:
Jae-won’s stamina is inhuman. He’s the kind of man who’ll fuck you once, cum hard, and then within minutes his cock is already hard again because he can’t stay out of you.
First round: rough and desperate, he can’t hold back because he’s been craving you.
Second round: slower, deeper, more controlled — he wants to drag every orgasm out of you.
Third round: messy, animalistic, like he’s drunk on your body.
And if you think three is the limit? Nope. He’ll keep going until you’re shaking, overstimulated, and begging him to stop — and even then, he’ll smirk and say:
“One more. You can give me one more, can’t you, baby?”
How Quick He Cums:
If he’s been holding back, he can go forever. His control is scary. But if you surprise him — like sucking his cock just right, or squeezing around him while moaning his name? He’ll groan, hips stuttering, and cum faster than he wants to admit.
Recovery Time:
Almost nonexistent. He recovers too fast. A few kisses, your fingers teasing him, your wet pussy pressing against him again — and his cock is rock hard, twitching for you.
Overstimulation on Him:
He doesn’t just do it to you — he lets you overstimulate him, too. When he’s already cum but you keep sucking, licking, or grinding on him? He’ll curse, hips jerking, abs tensing, and then explode again, cock throbbing because you’ve completely undone him.
His Limit:
Honestly? You’re the limit. He can keep going until your body can’t take anymore. And when you’re too weak to move, too sensitive to handle another thrust, he’ll hold you close, cock still buried in you, whispering against your ear:
“See, baby? I’ll never get tired of you.”
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So yeah… Jae-won is the type who won’t stop until you’re wrecked and trembling, completely full of him, unable to walk straight the next day.
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T = Toys (Does he use toys, which ones?)
Vibrators (His #1 Obsession):
Jae-won is obsessed with using toys on you — not because he needs them, but because he loves watching you fall apart. He’ll press a vibrator against your clit while he’s buried inside you, grinning when your legs start shaking uncontrollably.
Sometimes he ties your hands and keeps it there until you’re dripping all over him.
Other times, he uses it just to push you into overstimulation, whispering:
“Come on, baby, cum again. I’m not done with you yet.”
Remote-Control Toys:
This man loves power. If he knows you’re wearing panties with a bullet vibrator under them at dinner, he’s got the remote in his pocket. Watching you squirm while trying to stay composed? That’s his idea of entertainment.
He’ll turn it up when you’re talking to someone else, smirking at your flushed cheeks.
By the end of the night, he’s dragging you into the bathroom to fuck you senseless because you’re soaked and trembling from his teasing.
Dildos & Double Penetration Play:
Yeah, he’s nasty like that. He’ll hold a dildo against your pussy while his cock is inside, stretching you open more than you thought you could take. The sight of your body stuffed full drives him insane.
“Look at you, baby. Taking me and this toy like such a good slut.”
Anal Toys:
He’s curious, experimental — loves training you slowly with his fingers, plugs, or small toys. He doesn’t push unless you’re into it, but if you are? He’ll ruin you with the mix of his cock in your pussy and a toy filling your ass.
His Rule:
The toys are never to replace him. They’re to amplify his control over you. He gets off on the fact that he’s the one making you cum with them — not the toy itself.
Using Toys on Him:
He doesn’t admit it often, but he loves when you stroke him with a vibrating wand pressed against his cock or balls. It makes him twitch and groan, losing that perfect control for once.
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So yeah… Jae-won and toys are pure filth. For him, they’re not about fun — they’re about pushing your body to new limits, making sure you cum until you’re drenched and broken for him.
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U = Unfair (How much does he tease you?)
The King of Edge Play:
Jae-won’s teasing isn’t soft or playful — it’s cruel in the hottest way possible. He’ll take you right to the edge, feel you trembling, begging for release… and then he’ll pull away with a smirk.
“Not yet, baby. You’re gonna cum when I say so.”
He’ll make you cry from how badly you need it, kissing away your tears only to drag it out longer.
Oral Teasing:
Oh god, he’s the worst here. He’ll spend an hour between your thighs — licking everywhere but your clit, kissing your inner thighs, blowing warm air over your pussy, dipping his tongue inside just enough to make you moan, then pulling back.
He’ll stop right when you’re about to cum, chuckling against your skin.
Sometimes he’ll make you beg: “Say please. Say you need my cock, and maybe I’ll give it to you.”
During Sex:
He loves slow, shallow thrusts when you want deep, hard ones. He’ll hold your hips down so you can’t grind against him, whispering filth in your ear while you whine.
He’ll groan at how wet and desperate you are, but still drag it out.
When you finally snap and claw at him, begging, he laughs low and finally gives in — fucking you so hard you forget your own name.
Public Teasing:
We already know he’s reckless. In public, he’ll slide his fingers between your legs under the table, stroking you lazily until you’re biting your lip to hold back a moan.
And when you whisper “please, not here”? He’ll grin and murmur:
“Then keep quiet and take it.”
His Cruel Favorite:
Making you think he’s going to let you cum. He’ll let you grind on his thigh or cock until you’re seconds away — then push you off with a dark chuckle, watching you whine and squirm.
Later, when he finally gives it to you, it’s so much more intense because he’s wound you up until you’re dripping.
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So yeah… Jae-won’s teasing is absolutely unfair. For him, it’s not about being nice — it’s about watching you unravel, making you desperate, so when he finally lets you cum, it’s explosive.
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V = Volume (How loud is he, what noises does he make)
Groans & Growls:
Jae-won has that deep, gravelly voice that shakes through your whole body when he moans. Every thrust, every kiss, comes with these low groans that sound like he’s in pain from how good you feel.
When he first slides inside you, it’s always a guttural:
“Fuuuck… so tight, baby.”
When he’s close, his voice breaks into a deep, desperate growl, like he’s trying to hold himself back but failing.
Whispers & Filth:
He can’t shut up. He’s the type to lean close to your ear, his breath hot against your skin, and whisper the dirtiest shit.
“You like that, huh? My cock stretching you out like this?”
“Be louder for me. Let everyone know who’s fucking you this good.”
He’ll keep talking until you’re moaning louder just to answer him.
Breathless Laughs:
When you’re begging, or when your body gives out, he chuckles — breathless, dark, dripping with satisfaction. That soft laugh mixed with his groans is devastating.
Volume Levels:
Slow, teasing sex: Low groans, soft chuckles, dragging moans that make you shiver.
Rough, desperate sex: Loud, unrestrained, almost animalistic. He doesn’t care who hears.
When he cums: He loses it. His voice cracks, he curses nonstop (“fuck, fuck, fuck!”), and sometimes he even lets out a half-growl, half-moan that sounds like he’s been destroyed by your pussy.
His Favorite Sound:
You. He’ll tease, edge, overstimulate — anything to get you moaning, whining, screaming his name. He’ll hold you still and say, voice hoarse:
“Louder, baby. I wanna hear you break for me.”
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So yeah… with Jae-won, the room is never quiet. It’s all heavy breathing, filthy whispers, guttural groans, and your name moaned like a prayer and a curse at the same time.
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W = Wildcard (Random sexual headcanon)
Mirror Addiction:
He loves fucking you in front of mirrors. Doesn’t matter if it’s a full-length one in a hotel room or just the bathroom mirror — he gets insane watching your face as he ruins you.
He’ll grab your chin, force you to look at your reflection:
“Look at yourself, baby. Look how fucked-out you are on my cock.”
Seeing your legs shaking, his cock disappearing inside you, your pussy dripping around him — it makes him cum harder than anything.
Loves Filming You:
He has a filthy little habit of recording short clips when you let him. Just his cock sliding in and out of you, your moans echoing, your nails digging into his skin.
Not to share — never. Just for his eyes, so when he’s away, he can jerk off to the sight of you taking him so well.
Food Play:
This man’s mouth is filthy and he knows it. He’ll melt ice cubes in his mouth and press them against your nipples or clit before devouring you. Or he’ll feed you fruit while he’s fingering you, making it all sticky and messy, just to lick it off your skin.
Risky Spots:
He secretly gets off on almost getting caught. Balconies, bathrooms at fancy places, backseats of cars in public parking lots — the thrill makes him harder. He’ll cover your mouth with his hand when you get too loud, whispering,
“Shhh, baby. You don’t want anyone to hear how good I’m fucking you, do you?”
His “Random” Turn-On:
Hearing you say his full name during sex. Not just “Jae” or “baby,” but “Roh Jae-won” in this broken, moaning voice — it wrecks him. He’ll lose control instantly, fucking you deeper like he’s claiming every inch of you.
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So yeah… his wildcard side is unpredictable, kinky, and just a little dangerous. You never know if he’s going to pull out a mirror, a camera, or drag you onto a balcony just to see you fall apart for him.
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X = X-ray (His cock)
Size & Shape:
He’s big. Not monster-porn big, but definitely above average — thick and long enough that the first time he fucks you, your body needs time to adjust. You feel full immediately, stretched in the most addictive way.
Around 7.5–8 inches hard, with that perfect girth that makes you gasp when he slides in.
Straight, but with a thick vein running along the underside that drags perfectly against your walls.
The tip is flushed pink when he’s aroused, sensitive as hell — he twitches whenever your tongue swirls around it.
Appearance:
Clean-shaven or lightly trimmed, because he likes the look of his cock sliding in and out of you without anything blocking the view. He takes care of himself, and he knows it’s a sight to drool over.
Precum Machine:
He leaks a lot. If you’re teasing him too long, his cock is dripping — smearing precum over your pussy before he even pushes in. He uses it as lube sometimes, pressing his tip against your clit just to spread the mess and make you whimper.
How He Uses It:
He knows his size is overwhelming — and he weaponizes it. He’ll push in slow just to watch your face as you stretch around him, grinning at the way you clutch his shoulders.
Sometimes he holds you down, making you take every inch, whispering:
“Relax, baby. You can handle it. You were made for my cock.”
Once he’s in, he loves grinding his hips to make you feel every ridge, every vein, until you’re shaking.
His Favorite Part:
When he pulls out just enough for you to see how wet and messy his cock is, glistening with your slick. He’ll stroke himself slowly, smirk, then slam back inside you hard enough to make your back arch.
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So yeah… Jae-won’s cock is thick, long, veiny, and built to wreck you. He knows how to use it, he knows the effect it has, and he absolutely milks it to push you past your limits.
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Y = Yearning (His sex drive)
Always Ready:
This man gets hard at the smallest things. The way you bend over, the little sounds you make when you stretch, the look you give him when you’re pretending to be innocent? Instant hard-on. He’ll pin you against the wall without warning and growl,
“You know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?”
Frequency:
Every. Damn. Day. Sometimes more than once. If he had his way, you’d never leave the bed — he’d spend hours using your body, then pulling you back in when you’re too sore, too fucked-out, just to get one more round.
Morning & Night:
Morning: He wakes up hard every time, and the first thing he wants is your pussy wrapped around him. Half-asleep, rough, needy thrusts with his hand on your waist, moaning against your neck.
Night: Before bed, after a shower, whenever he sees you in lingerie or even just his shirt — he has to fuck you to fall asleep.
Obsession With You:
He’s not just horny — he’s addicted. It’s not random hookups that turn him on, it’s you. Your body, your smell, your taste. He’ll crave you after just a few hours apart, jerking off to thoughts of how you moan for him until he can get his hands on you again.
When He Can’t Have You:
If you’re busy or tease him by saying “no” playfully? He suffers. He’ll pace around, snap at little things, and finally break — pinning you down and muttering,
“You think you can starve me, baby? You think I can go without this pussy?”
Then he fucks you hard enough to prove he can’t.
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So yeah… Jae-won’s yearning isn’t just high sex drive, it’s obsession-level. He needs you constantly, craves you in a way that feels almost primal, and he’ll never get enough no matter how many times he cums.
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Z = Zzz (Sleep after?)
Round One? Not Enough.
He’s not the type to just cum and roll over. After his first orgasm, he needs more. He’ll stay buried inside you, kissing your neck while he stays hard, whispering,
“Don’t think we’re done, baby. You’re not getting any sleep yet.”
Overstimulation King:
When you’re already trembling, begging to stop, he grins and keeps going. He loves pushing you past your limits — making you cum until you’re crying from pleasure. Only then, when you’re limp and boneless, will he think about letting you rest.
Aftercare + Possessiveness:
Once you’re completely wrecked, he switches into soft-but-still-filthy mode. Pulls you into his chest, kisses your hair, murmurs things like,
“Mine. All mine. Nobody will ever fuck you like this.”
And while you’re drifting off, he keeps rubbing your back, sometimes sliding his hand down to your thigh or pussy just to feel you twitch in your sleep.
His Sleep Style:
He knocks out fast after a few more lazy thrusts, still inside you, cock softening but staying warm and plugged inside your cunt.
Arm tight around your waist like he’s afraid you’ll escape in the night.
Low, sleepy groans against your ear that make you blush even while you’re half-asleep.
Middle of the Night Horny:
Don’t think it’s over just because you passed out. Around 3am, he wakes up hard again, grinding against your ass. Half-asleep, deep voice, muttering:
“Need you again… can’t stop thinking about it.”
And then he’s sliding back into you, slow and desperate, while you’re barely awake to take it.
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So yeah… with Jae-won, sleep only happens after he’s completely drained himself in you — and even then, you’re probably getting woken up for round two, three, or four. He’s insatiable, and your body is the only lullaby he’ll ever need.
