#smirks.

[the-vamp1re]

This is about Logan btw

[nctzenhwa]

cat and mouse | hero!wooyoung x villain!reader

tags: enemies w/ benefits, semi public sex, ruined orgasm, SHORT!!!, oral, no aftercare, not proofread

900 sins

the gala hall smells like overpriced perfume, wood polish, and the faint tang of alcohol. you move through the crowd quickly, the fabric of your dress clinging to your hips and thighs with every step.

you've been watching wooyoung for the last hour, standing near some marble columns in a tailored suit, smiling politely at some donor. you caught the way his eyes flicked toward the exits every few moments, and he knew you were here, he always knew.

you've studied him long enough to predict the exact tilt of his head when scanning the room, the way his fingers tapped against his thigh when he was pretending to look relaxed.

and wooyoung studied you right back. he knew you liked high buildings and large crowds for cover, always wearing gloves even when you didn't need to.

your paths cross near the open bar, his hand brushing your lower back as he reached for something. "didn't expect to see you in something so tight," he mutters under his breath, so only you can hear, "makes it hard to focus on saving the day."

you turn, letting your chest brush his arm. "you're already half-hard just from looking at me from across the room. you don't need to pretend you came here for small talk."

wooyoung's jaw flexes as you step closer, fingers grazing the front of his pants under the cover of the bar, finding him hard and thick against your palm.

"outside," he murmurs, "now."

you let him lead, slipping through a side door into a service alley behind the building. the door clicks shut, letting the noise of the gala dull to distant chatter.

your heels click on the ground as you push him back against the rough surface of the brick walls, the texture scuffing lightly on the fabric of his jacket.

wooyoung's hands find your waist immediately, pulling you in as your mouths meet in a hungry kiss, tongues sliding together quickly. his fingers dig into your hips, bunching the fabric of your dress up, exposing your thighs to the cool night air.

you break the kiss and drop down, knees pressing into the gritty floor of the alley. you unzip his pants, letting his cock spring free, the head already glistening.

you wrap your hand around the base, licking a slow stripe up to the tip before letting your lips close around the head, sucking gently while your tongue swirls.

"fuck," wooyoung breathes, one hand threading into your hair, "why do you always start so slow? teasing me like we've got all night.."

you hum around him, taking him deeper until he hits the back of your throat, the wet heat of your mouth making his hips jerk. saliva drips down your chin, mixing with the precum leaking from him, his thighs trembling as he fought not to thrust into your mouth.

wooyoung pulls you up, pressing your back into his front, letting you reach back and guide his cock between your legs. you're soaked, the slick sound of his head rubbing through your folds echoing in the quiet alley.

you push back, taking him inch by inch until he bottoms out, pulling a shaky exhale from wooyoung's throat as his forehead drops to your shoulder.

you roll your hips in a slow grind, each thrust making your ass slap against his pelvis, adding to the wet sounds in the alley. wooyoung's hands gripped your waist hard enough to leave marks, pulling you back onto him with every thrust.

"you know exactly how i like it," he groans against your neck, teeth grazing the skin, "fuck- i can't think straight-"

"then you should know i'm gonna ruin it for you," you reply, clenching him around on purpose as he slid in and out.

wooyoung's pace picks up, his hips snapping harder as he gets closer to cumming, his breath going ragged against your ear. his cock throbs as his muscle tense, hips jerking to chase his release, making you pull off him completely.

wooyoung lets out a wrecked sound as his cock twitches hard, cum spilling in weak and unsatisfying spurts over your thigh and onto the ground.

"you bitch," he pants, voice hoarse from groaning, "you waited until the exact second again?"

you turn to face him, lips curving in a small smile as your hand wraps around his sensitive cock, stroking him through the aftershocks, "you knew i'd do it."

wooyoung spins you around, pressing your front against the brick wall before kicking your legs apart. his fingers slide between your thighs from behind, two pushing inside you easily before curling against that spot that makes you see stars.

"your turn," he says against your ear, voice low, "let's see how long you last before you start begging."

[razs-archetype]

You smell of dead flowers / I smell of the sewer i rot in

[dollveis]

the fact one of my best friends got shrek, the other one got donkey and i got princess fiona in that character tour test says sm about us as a group.

[thekingwhohappenstolikeyellow]

why do you take away what people value most? they’d like to remember some things yk,

what ?

[keytocarcosa]

hastur? will you come visit me? i'm lonely.

[ He hesitated, looking towards the source of the voice once more. He... does not know if it is real or not this time. ]

...He will.... think. For a moment.

[moonfelling]

My  muse  playfully  tugs  your  muse’s  necklace/tie/collar,  pulling  them  just  a  little  closer. (Douma to Akemi🫣 )

just a little closer now, a breath, a touch. his claws brush the soft skin of her neck as they curl around the collar of her kimono, but they don't scratch. no, it's a surprising level of self-control from upper two. akemi is in the middle of tending to the laundry when it happens, pulled closer to the lounging demon, her fingers curled still in the quilt she was folding. self-control, maybe, but firm enough to pull her closer where she's kneeling. the other demon has to catch herself on the wood of the floor, head tilted up to douma, hands pressed to the floor beside his legs.

confusing. strange, heart-pounding. nerve-wracking!

" u-um ... douma-sama ... is ... is there something you needed of me ... ? "

a soft pink color dusts over her cheeks, one that much to her chagrin, she cannot dust away from her skin. akemi knows better than to try to understand douma. he could be playing with her. toying with her. he could be doing this just to get in her head and make her doubt her bitterness towards him.

it's working. she thinks dismally. akemi's breath is hitched in a way that anticipates his next words more than she ever thought she would.