Stolen moments in the middle of the night with Zoro after you’ve fallen into bed together from an evening of bliss. Neither of you have yet to wake, pleasure-heavy limbs still tangled together as the ship gently rocks you through dreamland.
He’s the first to rise — he always is. The urge to check on you stirs him awake even from the depths of sleep, wanting to make sure you’re still here and safely tucked in his arms.
Zoro won’t admit it but he adores these quiet times, watching you curl up on his chest fills his heart with a warmth that spreads throughout his body until it reaches the rising swell of his cock.
It craves to be buried within you, resting comfortably in your heat while he holds you close for the rest of the night. Zoro doesn’t mean to wake you but his lips have a slumber-filled mind of their own as they drag along your neck leaving lazy, open mouthed kisses in its wake.
Your eyes flutter open and his cock leaps against the confines of his boxers in anticipation. Zoro tries to show some restraint but the soft noise you let out drowns all the remaining rational thoughts out of his head, blood rushing down to the place that aches for you.
“S’too early, Zo.” You murmur, slurring your words together as you fight the desire to go back to sleep.
You lean into his touch anyway, seeking him out even when your mind hasn’t made sense of the world just yet. He knows you crave him just as badly, he can sense it by the way your heart beats a little faster and how you cling onto him with a fervent need.
“Then go back to sleep.” Zoro grunts, his voice thick with desire and sleep. “Gotta feel you.”
“Mm.” You hum, idly slinging your leg over his hip, granting him the access he needs. The heat from your core presses against his thigh, grinding ever so slightly. “Didn’t get enough last night?”
“Quiet.” Zoro growls, burying his face back in your neck with sweet kisses to hide his blushing face in the moonlit room. He grips his length, giving the hardness a few rough tugs before rips your panties down your legs and nudges himself at your entrance.
With a steady thrust, he fills you in one swoop, leaving you both panting for more. He knows you’re tired, hell, so is he, but this is what he needs to sleep soundly.
“Zoro.” The breathy plea of his name flees past your plush lips — soft, desperate, laced with sweetness. His cock throbs at your voice but he doesn’t move his hips. “You always do this.”
“Helps me sleep.” He nips your ear and brushes his broad, bare chest against yours until you’re flush against him. Zoro lets out a defensive huff. “You wanted me to sleep more, woman. This is how I do it.”
“Touchy.” You tease softly, massaging his the back of his head. He grunts as he melts at your heavenly hands. It remains unspoken but the closeness soothes him more than he could ever hope to explain. Sometimes just holding you isn’t enough.
So many years spent fighting for his dream, surviving by the swift swing of his sharp swords, slashing down anything that stood in his way. With you, he doesn’t need to wield his weapons, he can lay them down and let life become more than just surviving.
“I’ve got you, baby.” The simple words kiss away any lingering reservations, dismantling all the defenses he’s spent years crafting.
His highly tuned body traitorously relaxes at the pet name he swears he dislikes, but he can’t seem to fight it as he falls under your spell of gentle caresses and the way you squeeze around him with your fluttering walls.
The sun will rise soon and the crew along with it, but for now, it’s a sacred moment of intimacy — a way to be close in a time that always feels fleeting.
Here in your arms is the sanctuary he never sought out but would do everything in his power to protect.
Stolen moments in the middle of the night with Zoro after you’ve fallen into bed together from an evening of bliss. Neither of you have yet to wake, pleasure-heavy limbs still tangled together as the ship gently rocks you through dreamland.
He’s the first to rise — he always is. The urge to check on you stirs him awake even from the depths of sleep, wanting to make sure you’re still here and safely tucked in his arms.
Zoro won’t admit it but he adores these quiet times, watching you curl up on his chest fills his heart with a warmth that spreads throughout his body until it reaches the rising swell of his cock.
It craves to be buried within you, resting comfortably in your heat while he holds you close for the rest of the night. Zoro doesn’t mean to wake you but his lips have a slumber-filled mind of their own as they drag along your neck leaving lazy, open mouthed kisses in its wake.
Your eyes flutter open and his cock leaps against the confines of his boxers in anticipation. Zoro tries to show some restraint but the soft noise you let out drowns all the remaining rational thoughts out of his head, blood rushing down to the place that aches for you.
“S’too early, Zo.” You murmur, slurring your words together as you fight the desire to go back to sleep.
You lean into his touch anyway, seeking him out even when your mind hasn’t made sense of the world just yet. He knows you crave him just as badly, he can sense it by the way your heart beats a little faster and how you cling onto him with a fervent need.
“Then go back to sleep.” Zoro grunts, his voice thick with desire and sleep. “Gotta feel you.”
“Mm.” You hum, idly slinging your leg over his hip, granting him the access he needs. The heat from your core presses against his thigh, grinding ever so slightly. “Didn’t get enough last night?”
“Quiet.” Zoro growls, burying his face back in your neck with sweet kisses to hide his blushing face in the moonlit room. He grips his length, giving the hardness a few rough tugs before rips your panties down your legs and nudges himself at your entrance.
With a steady thrust, he fills you in one swoop, leaving you both panting for more. He knows you’re tired, hell, so is he, but this is what he needs to sleep soundly.
“Zoro.” The breathy plea of his name flees past your plush lips — soft, desperate, laced with sweetness. His cock throbs at your voice but he doesn’t move his hips. “You always do this.”
“Helps me sleep.” He nips your ear and brushes his broad, bare chest against yours until you’re flush against him. Zoro lets out a defensive huff. “You wanted me to sleep more, woman. This is how I do it.”
“Touchy.” You tease softly, massaging his the back of his head. He grunts as he melts at your heavenly hands. It remains unspoken but the closeness soothes him more than he could ever hope to explain. Sometimes just holding you isn’t enough.
So many years spent fighting for his dream, surviving by the swift swing of his sharp swords, slashing down anything that stood in his way. With you, he doesn’t need to wield his weapons, he can lay them down and let life become more than just surviving.
“I’ve got you, baby.” The simple words kiss away any lingering reservations, dismantling all the defenses he’s spent years crafting.
His highly tuned body traitorously relaxes at the pet name he swears he dislikes, but he can’t seem to fight it as he falls under your spell of gentle caresses and the way you squeeze around him with your fluttering walls.
The sun will rise soon and the crew along with it, but for now, it’s a sacred moment of intimacy — a way to be close in a time that always feels fleeting.
Here in your arms is the sanctuary he never sought out but would do everything in his power to protect.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : overstimulation , crying , zoro not giving a fuck , passing out , smut , NSFW .
𝓘s this punishment or what? You wonder. Zoro is your husband, married above the seas. Even the gods approved, the crewmates are happy.
But tonight, something is off. Zoro is not like this when it comes to sex. He's often soft—as you describe him. I mean, not entirely, just mid, you know. But this, this is different.
You are getting pounded by your husband, roughly, and deeply. Making your mouth open in pleasure, but making your eyes shut in pain. It has been an hour, your pussy is puffy, swelling and hurting.
You moaned, weakly now. Almost like you're struggling. His face on the crook of your neck, planting soft kisses on your shoulder as if he's not hitting your pussy with his dick and hips slapping roughly making the wettest and sloppiest sounds.
His hands trapped both of your smaller ones beside your head. Now, you're unable to touch him or even grip something. You're overstimulated.
"Zoro..." You call out weakly. He didn't answer, he just kept going.
Tears flowing down your cheeks. Your thighs are trembling, shaking, like almost asking for a rest.
Your chest, neck and arms were filled with hickeys. Newly sucked ones. It was painful for you. but ecstatic for him.
Your back arched as he buried himself deep in you for a minute. You tried to moan normally, but you're too tired. You're too hungover.
"—s'too much..." You mumbled. You know he heard it but after you mumbled those words, he pulled out his shaft and buried himself so deep again with a sound of slap making your back arch again. Your hands are trying to get out of his grip. Your eyes shut, tears overflowing.
"Zoro...." You moaned weakly. He didn't give a single fuck. He'll fuck you until you pass out, he'll fuck you even if you're done and he's not. He'll fuck you until you couldn't talk anymore.
He finally lifted his head from your neck and gazed at your face. He smiled softly, proud as he seems. You thought he was done, unfortunately, he's not. He kept hitting. Painfully now, pleasure is fighting but pain is overcoming you.
He didn't care. As long as he's satisfied, you're alright.
He let go of your hands, but you didn't fight back. You didn't grip his hair, you didn't touch him. That's when he knew that you passed out, he knew you were too tired to fight. He knew it was too much for you.
"Cute." He whispered as he kissed your cheeks softly.
I'm so sorry for ghosting you all, i swear tumblr wouldn't open for me like for weeks and it got me stressin dawg.
There was something about you that Sylus couldn't comprehend yet.
And it was that you were a menace in the morning. Not in a crazy way, but in a... crazy-horny way so to say. Though you never initiated anything when he was asleep, you'd always patiently wait for him to wake up; rather by fiddling with the strands of his hair between your fingers, poking his face, or pretending to suffocate him in the blanket—you did whatever you could to keep yourself occupied before his eyes flutter open and you pounce on him like a bear.
And what starts off as a giggle fest and peppering each other's faces with soft kisses, soon leads to you slowly rocking yourself against Sylus' morning wood—languid, uneven smacks! of your hips hit against Sylus' burning body, making him twitch voluntarily. Sylus only groaned, throwing his head back before his fingers ghost over your sides—not holding onto them, just keeping them there in case.
He usually lets you please yourself how you want because if he was the one to guide you at that very moment; its most likely you both are losing control... However, unfortunately for him, even without his touch, you already seemed to start losing control before he did.
Your movements started to grow more quicker, more hopelessly like you were seeking for something beyond what you were feeling. Sylus' and your mouth's stay agape as you start to press harder, hitting the right parts of your body against his—you start to bounce more aggressively, breathe heavier, cling onto him tighter. You were a total mess.
But before you could go further—your movements soon decelerated when Sylus finally grabbed onto your sides and forced you to a still.
"Slowly, sweetie." he whispered, watching you obey and start to slow down again. He noticed the way your lips pursed ever so slightly as you tried to hold back your whimpers. He noticed the way your glossed eyes gaze at him when lust is the only thing blinding you in the morning.
God, he loved and hated that sight.
He noticed the way your eyes roll back the more you started to feel yourself under his touch—you were so gone, so horny for more. But Sylus didn't want to give it yet.
"Thats it." he seethed, adjusting himself before his fingers trail all over your body, tracing your curves, feeling your delicate skin. And before you knew it, he pulled you in a hungry kiss, devouring you like its the end of the world.
"I mean it when I say slow down. Take your time." Another kiss was planted on your lips before he pulled away again, voice laced with quiet solicitude. "i'm not going anywhere."
a/n. goon morning, queued + wrote this at 2am. not proofread </3
buying the wrong condom size on purpose? poor sylus. | 18+
“very funny, sweetie.” sylus huffed, waving the condom at your face before a sinister smirk appeared on his lips.
you were so fucked.
at first, it started off as a prank. you went grocery shopping and bought a few things, like food, cleaning supplies and all that.
but when you were asked to bring some condoms home, you wanted to just joke around with sylus and bring the smallest size, just for fun.
so when he saw the box, he didn’t react or say anything, his lips just lazily curled in an alarming smirk and you swore you could also see the slightest twitch in his eye.
but the worst part was, you didn’t tell him it was a prank yet. maybe he thought you were serious, or maybe he knew you were joking but just wanted to play around with your failed attempt at fooling him.
unfortunately, the joke seemed to lasted longer than you expected. now, here you were. getting brutally fucked by sylus while he used the condoms you bought earlier. the tight rubber hugged against your gummy walls, thrusting in and out, you felt like it was going to break any second now.
but when you asked, sylus said the durability was good, he says it fits well, so nothing should go wrong.
so you believed him. and if something did go wrong, he would just pull out, or continue, if you wanted it.
but there was this weird feeling inside you. something was definitely wrong, there was a shift in the air, the atmosphere felt off… no, it couldn’t be that..
it definitely was sylus. his mood was off, for some reason he seemed to be… distracted. and you seemed to notice it too late. usually, he wouldn’t fuck this fast, this lazily.
he’s usually not so quiet or moody, so what was it now?
“sylus?”
“hm?”
“what’s wrong?” you ask, gripping the bedsheets a little tighter, sinking your nails deeper in the fabric as his thrusts started to become more unbearable, less like him.
sylus shrugged, “nothing’s wrong, sweetie.” he muttered, coiling his arms around your body in a possessive manner, pulling you closer.
you tried asking the question again, but he just caught your words in a kiss. you knew what it was now. it had to be the condom you bought, which he still was using.
what a joke.
you stifle a laugh and sylus raised an eyebrow at your sudden mood switch.
“what happened?” he asked, slowing down the pace, watching your eyes tear as you tried holding back your laugh, arm hovering over your mouth as you covered your grin.
“n-nothing!” you giggle, shaking your head, trying to avoid eye contact from his stupidly confused face. “sylus, if it’s from earlier, you could’ve just- hngh- not used them. it was just a joke.”
“i knew it was a joke.” he grinned, snaking his fingers up your arm to intertwine his fingers with yours. “an awful one too.”
his grip on your hand tightened and you noticed his reaction looking more like the sylus he was when he was in bed.
“i decided we could use them so i could test that they could work, and to prove you wrong… but…”
his face reddened even more, the sounds he held back started to leave his lips, echoing through the secluded room, growing louder and louder.
sylus bit the bottom of his lip, trying to hold back from cumming too early, but fuck. all this holding back just to act sulky over a stupid joke almost made him laugh.
“but?”
“but, they weren’t the best and i could barely feel a thing.”
his thrusts became uneven as he tried to finish his sentence.
“so why don’t we try again, this time without the condom, since you forgot to buy my size.”
every time i see this guy his fucking tongue is out so i can't help but think how good he can be with his tongue...
someone who won't care when you're reaching your third orgasm and your legs are shaking. his tongue continues to lick and suck your entire pussy as if he knows it by heart, he's hungry for you and your body "hyun-jin.." he ignores every single one of your moans and whimpers because no he can't stop right now, he's not fully satisfied with you, he hasn't tasted you the way he wants so not right now.
"a little more..hm? please? let me eat you out a little more baby." he buries himself between your legs again without waiting for your answer because 'no' is not an answer for him.
even though he's eating you out his voice is almost equal to yours. he loves to moan into your pussy, just like that satisfying sound you make when you're eating a delicious meal. he loves to suck your clit while his hand finds your nipple and lingers there.
another thing he likes is when you cum on his face, do that and he'll give you the world. "cum in my mouth baby, you can do it. I want you to make a mess on my face." he won't pull back until he's gotten all your juices out, and when he finally pulls back he'll look at your pussy for a while to make sure not a single drop was wasted, then he'll lift his head and give you a smile.
kissing with this man can be pure heaven. can we call him the king of french kissing? i think he definitely deserves that nickname.
he'll make sure to never go overboard, not too hard or too fast. he likes to move his tongue around your mouth in gentle movements, the little whimpers you make as your tongues touch can be the sweetest melody he's ever heard.
he usually likes to grab the back of your neck, cheek or chin. it makes him feel more in control.
he has the softest and absolutely best lips.
he likes to bite your bottom lip before pulling away from the kiss, his eyes half-open and focused on your lips, likes to look at how red and swollen they are from the kiss.
also pulling back with a wet kiss is one of his favorites, he loves that little kiss sound when you pull back with a long kiss while your saliva is completely mixed.
his favorite place to kiss is your lips but he never says no to your nipples either. another place he likes to run his tongue around.
he does the same to your nipples as he eats you. first, he wets them with small touches, causes your nipples to harden with small tongue strokes and after a while he takes them all in his mouth.
he likes to pull back with a light bite from your nipple, the same he bites your lower lip before pulling back from the kiss.
Synopsis: You ordered a sex toy online, only to realize too late that you hadn’t updated your shipping address—meaning the package ended up at your ex, Hyunjin’s, place instead. (2,3k words)
Author's note: Let me know if you enjoyed this fic on the replies or on reblogs 🫶
The package arrives on a Tuesday, dropped neatly right outside Hyunjin’s apartment. He bends to pick it up, frowning when he notices the name printed across the label. Yours.
A slow smile creeps onto his face. You haven’t lived here in a month, and yet here you are—still haunting his apartment, still tied to him by something as simple as a shipping address.
Curiosity gets the better of him so he rips the tape open and parts the flaps. Inside is a sleek black box. His eyes skim the label, and then he chuckles, low and disbelieving.
A vibrator.
Hyunjin leans back on his heels, tongue poking against his cheek as a smirk spreads across his lips. “Of course,” he murmurs, almost laughing. “You’d leave me but not forget to buy yourself company.”
He turns the box over in his hands, shaking his head, but his grin only widens. There’s something delicious about this—about knowing, about holding it, about imagining your reaction when he shows up at your door with your little secret in hand.
Most people would’ve just texted, maybe dropped it off at the front desk. But Hyunjin? No. He likes watching you squirm too much.
Grabbing his keys, he tucks the package under his arm. If you’re not going to change your address, then he’ll deliver it personally—and maybe remind you exactly why no toy could ever replace him.
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When the doorbell rings, you’re not expecting him. The last person you expect, actually. But when you swing the door open, you find him standing there, tall and unfairly beautiful as ever, leaning lazily against the frame with a cardboard box tucked under his arm.
“Hyunjin…?”
He smirks, tilting the package up just enough for you to see. “Special delivery.”
Heat rushes to your face instantly, remembering the way you forgot to change the shipping address right before you clicked checkout. You know exactly what it is, and from the glint in his eyes, you know he knows too. “You opened it,” you accuse, voice tight.
“Of course I did,” he says easily, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. He steps closer, his grin widening as he lowers his voice. “You really should be more careful with your address, baby. Not everyone would be as… accommodating as me.”
You reach for the box, but he pulls it back just out of reach, enjoying the way you fluster. “Hyunjin—”
He raises a brow, eyes dancing with mischief. “What? Embarrassed? It’s just a toy. Not like I don’t know exactly how you sound without it.”
His words, his tone—cocky, smooth, laced with menace—make your skin prickle. He leans in, so close you can feel his breath against your cheek, his voice dropping to a sinful whisper.
“Tell me… does it feel as good as me?”
You snatch the box from his hands before he can say more, but he’s already laughing, the sound warm and sharp all at once. You clutch the package to your chest and force your voice steady. “Thanks for dropping it off. You can go now.”
Hyunjin’s lips curve into a slow, knowing smile. He doesn’t move. Instead, he leans his shoulder against the doorframe, gaze dragging shamelessly over you. “That’s it? No thank you? No explanation?” His voice dips, velvety and dangerous. “No answer to my question?”
You roll your eyes, willing your pulse to slow. “You’re insufferable.”
“Mm,” he hums, ignoring your dismissal, tilting his head to the side. “But I’m right, aren’t I?” His smirk deepens, sharp and maddening. “You bought that because you thought it’d keep you from missing me. But tell me—” he steps closer, lowering his voice until it’s just for you, “—does it feel as good as me?”
You laugh, brittle and forced. “I don’t think about you.”
Hyunjin chuckles softly, darkly, and pushes the door open wider without waiting for permission. His presence floods your space, his cologne curling around you like smoke. He cages you against the wall with a hand pressed near your head, his mouth hovering dangerously close.
“You’re lying,” he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. “I can see it in your face.” His finger trails down the edge of the box you’re holding, tapping it lightly. “This won’t ever kiss you until you’re dizzy. It won’t ever whisper your name the way I do when I’m buried inside you.”
Heat pools low in your stomach, and you hate yourself for the way your body betrays you. You swallow hard, trying to maintain your mask of indifference. “You’re too full of yourself.”
“Or maybe,” Hyunjin murmurs, tilting your chin up with two fingers, eyes burning into yours, “you just miss me too much to admit it.”
The charged silence between you thrums like a live wire. He doesn’t kiss you yet—he just lingers, lips brushing the corner of your mouth, teasing, torturing, waiting for you to crack.
And though you grip the box like a shield, you’re already trembling, already fighting the urge to give in, because Hyunjin doesn’t just tempt—he overwhelms, relentless and devastating, until resistance feels impossible.
You turn your head to the side, your voice sharp as you tell him, “You need to leave.”
He tilts his head, smirk widening like he can see straight through you. “Leave?” His lips brush your ear, his tone mocking, sinful. “But you don’t want me to leave. Not really.”
You shove at his chest, but he doesn’t budge—solid, steady, infuriating. “You’re delusional,” you snap, gripping the box tighter like it can shield you from him.
Hyunjin only laughs softly, the sound curling low in your stomach. “Delusional?” His hand slides down, catching your wrist, tugging the package from your grip and setting it aside. “Then why are you shaking?”
“I’m not—”
He cuts you off with a gentle press of his lips to your jaw, not quite a kiss, just a whisper of contact. “I remember every sound you made for me,” he murmurs, his mouth grazing lower to your throat. “You can tell yourself that toy does the trick, but you and I both know it can’t make you scream like I can.”
Your breath hitches, traitorous, but you force yourself to say, “You’re not special, Hyunjin. I don’t need you anymore.”
That makes him pause. He leans back just enough to look at you, eyes flashing. And then—he smiles, slow and dangerous. “We’ll see about that.”
His hand snakes around your waist, pulling you flush against him, the hard lines of his body pressing into yours. His lips hover just above yours, taunting. “Tell me to stop, and I will.” His voice dips, husky, laced with heat. “But you won’t, will you?”
You hate how your body arches into him, how every nerve is lit up, begging for more. You cling to your pride, your last defense. “You’re…”
“And you’re already caving,” he counters, smirk smug and devastating. His thumb traces your bottom lip, coaxing, daring. “Come on, baby. Admit it. Nothing feels as good as me.”
You squeeze your eyes shut, shaking your head, trying not to give him the satisfaction. But when his mouth finally crashes onto yours—hungry, demanding, devastatingly familiar—all resistance burns away. You melt against him, a desperate sound breaking free as his hands roam, proving his point with every touch.
When you pull away, your lips are swollen from his kiss, your chest heaving, and yet you force the words out between shaky breaths. “You’re just proving my point, Hyunjin. I don’t need you anymore. I can take care of myself.”
That makes him chuckle, deep and amused, his gaze flicking to the package he set aside. “Ah, right. With this?” He picks it up, taps the box with his long fingers, and smirks. “Cute. You really thought this could replace me?”
“Maybe it already has,” you shoot back, though your voice isn’t as steady as you want it to be.
Hyunjin’s eyes darken, his smirk sharpening into something predatory. He leans in close, his breath fanning your lips. “Then let me prove it. Let me show you just how pathetic this thing is compared to me.”
Before you can protest, he’s opening the box, sliding the sleek toy out with practiced ease. He holds it up between you, his gaze never leaving your face, savoring the way you flush under his stare.
“Don’t look so shy now,” he murmurs, his voice silk and smoke. “You bought it, didn’t you? You wanted it.” He brushes the tip along the inside of your thigh over your clothes, making you gasp. “But you didn’t think I’d be the one to break it in for you, did you?”
You try to turn away, but he catches your chin, forcing your eyes back to his. “Don’t fight me, baby. You’ll thank me for this.”
The vibrator hums to life in his hand, the sound low and steady. He drags it slowly up your thigh, grinning when your body shivers in spite of yourself. “See? You’re already shaking. And I haven’t even touched you properly yet.”
When he finally presses it against you—lightly, over your clothed sex—you choke on a moan, your hands flying to his shoulders for balance. His smile is devastating. “That’s it. That’s the sound I missed.”
He presses closer, his lips brushing your ear, his free hand sliding around your waist to hold you steady. “Remember this,” he whispers, his voice a sinful promise. “Even your little toy only works because it’s me holding it. Because it’s my hands, my voice, my touch driving you insane.”
The toy buzzes steadily against you, Hyunjin’s hand keeping it pressed exactly where it drives you mad. Your head falls back against the wall, a broken moan spilling from your lips, and his grin sharpens, smug and devastating.
“God, look at you,” he murmurs, eyes locked on your trembling body. “Falling apart already, and it’s not even me touching you.” He tilts the toy just slightly, making your knees buckle.
You try to glare at him, but the sound that leaves your mouth ruins it—high, desperate, needy. Your body betrays you, trembling under the dual assault of vibration and his hot breath on your neck. You want to deny him, to cling to your pride, but every gasp and every moan falls into his waiting grin, proof that Hyunjin was indeed right—he’ll always be better.
Hyunjin laughs softly, shaking his head. “No, no, baby. I can’t let this be the thing that makes you come. Not when you’re mine.” He pulls the toy away suddenly, leaving you gasping at the loss.
Before you can protest, he drops to his knees and his hands are on you—pulling your underwear down, setting the silky fabric aside with impatient ease. “Let me remind you what you’ve been missing.”
And then it’s his mouth, hot and hungry, replacing the toy. His tongue works you with practiced precision, every flick and curl pulling moans out of you that you once swore you’d never give him again. His fingers dig into your thighs, holding you open, relentless as he devours you.
When you cry out his name, he pulls back just enough to smirk up at you, lips glistening. “See? Already better.”
You’re shaking, pleading without meaning to, and he doesn’t stop. Two fingers slide inside you, curling perfectly as his mouth returns to your clit. The toy lies abandoned on the floor, forgotten—because Hyunjin is right. He knows every sound you make, every twitch of your body, every way to undo you until you’re nothing but a mess beneath him.
When you finally shatter, screaming his name, he doesn’t give you time to recover. He’s already undoing his belt, already lining himself up against you, his grin wicked as he murmurs, “Now let me really prove it. No toy will ever fuck you like I do.”
His words melt into your skin as he presses against you, belt hanging loose, pants shoved low on his hips. You barely have time to breathe before he’s sliding his cock into you in one hard, deep thrust. The stretch burns and yet feels devastatingly right, your gasp caught in his mouth as he swallows it with a kiss.
“Fuck,” Hyunjin groans, his forehead pressing to yours, his voice rough. “You’re still so fucking tight for me.” His hips draw back and slam forward again, the sound of your bodies colliding obscene, wet, undeniable.
You cling to him, torn between pride and surrender, but he doesn’t let you hide. His hand catches your chin, forcing your dazed eyes to meet his. “Say it,” he demands, his thrusts deep and punishing. “Say I’m better.”
You shake your head weakly, lips trembling, but the moan that slips out betrays you.
He smirks, sweat dripping down his temple as he pounds into you harder, his thumb finding your clit and circling ruthlessly. “Your toy can’t fuck you like this,” he growls against your ear. “It can’t make you drip all over me, can’t make you scream my name.”
The coil in your belly tightens violently, your nails digging into his shoulders as your body trembles on the edge. He feels it, grinning through gritted teeth. “Yeah, that’s it. Come for me. Show me who you belong to.”
When you break—loud, wrecked, shaking apart around him—Hyunjin curses and slams into you even harder, chasing his own release. His rhythm stutters, and with a final deep thrust, he buries himself inside you, groaning your name with his mouth planted in the crook of your neck.
For a moment, all you can do is cling to him, boneless and gasping, the toy lying forgotten on the floor.
Hyunjin kisses your jaw, still breathless but wearing that infuriatingly smug grin. “Told you,” he whispers, pulling out just enough to make you shiver at the loss. “No one—nothing—will ever be better than me.”
You hate to admit it but deep down, you know Hyunjin is right.
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You're sitting on the couch, legs tucked under you, rambling about your day — nothing special, just random little things that made you laugh or stressed you out. And the whole time, Brian just... watches you.
But not like normal watching.
No, he stares — with that deep, focused gaze that makes your words start to trip over themselves. Like right now.
"So then I told her—" You pause, catching his eyes on you again, unwavering, like he’s memorizing every single expression on your face.
Your breath falters for a second, and Brian smirks — but just a little, like he knows exactly what he’s doing to you.
"What?" you ask, swallowing, trying to play it off.
He shakes his head slowly, but his eyes never leave yours. "Nothing," he says quietly, leaning forward a bit like he's drawn in. "Just... you."
"Me?" you echo, voice thinner than you meant it to be.
Brian leans his elbows on his knees, closer now, and you can practically feel the warmth of him even from where you sit. "Yeah," he says, softer. "I like hearing you talk."
And he holds your gaze, like he’s challenging you to look away first — but you can't. You’re trapped in those dark eyes that seem to see right through you, right into every part you try to hide.
"You don’t have to look at me like that," you mumble, glancing away for a split second, but the second you do, his hand reaches out, gentle fingers tilting your chin back so you’re forced to meet his gaze again.
"But I want to," Brian murmurs, thumb brushing your jaw in a way that sends sparks through your veins.
Silence falls, thick with tension, and your heart is pounding way too fast now.
"You always... stare like that," you whisper.
His lips twitch into a smirk, but his eyes soften, still locked onto yours. "Because when you talk, it’s the best part of my day."
Your cheeks heat instantly, and he notices — of course he does.
"And maybe," he adds, voice low and rough, leaning in so close you can feel his breath on your skin, "I like watching what I do to you."
Your breath catches, and he finally, finally lets his eyes drop to your lips for a second — but when he looks back up, it’s like a silent question.
And you swear if he keeps looking at you like that, you’re going to forget how to speak entirely.
How Day6 would react to them being your first kiss
AN: requested by anon, i hope this was what you were after! i tried my best, and i think it turned out alright
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Sungjin
as i’ve said before in another reaction, sungjin imo opinion dates to marry (or an equivalent if marriage is not for you, as though i get the vibe he’s quite traditional, for the right person he would be very easily convinced)
so he treats all of his relationships as if they’re going to be The One
this means he probably has reasonable experience with a small number of long term-ish relationships
so you’re not his first, but he has a good idea on how to treat you
your first kiss will probably not come along that early in the relationship
taking things slow is a must, and an idea you can get behind
so when it finally comes round, and you admit that he’ll be your first kiss, he’s secretly over the moon
because it means he’s found someone who understands and get things like he does
but also so he can make sure it goes right
he’s not super confident with his skills or anything lol, not like that
just he knows that he will make sure it’s under your parameters
you’d probably ask him to lead you, since you’re not particularly sure what you’re doing
and he would be so careful when he presses his lips to yours, lightly tipping your chin with the curl of his index finger and the pad of his thumb
the kiss would be short and very chaste, a starting point for you to make your way from and into the deep end if you wanted to
it would probably leave you wanting more not long after but
you go at your own pace
after all, he’s pretty sure that this time you are The One, and that means you have all the time in the world
You’re curled up in his arms, your head resting on his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath beneath you. The warmth of his body wraps around you, and the soft sound of his heartbeat is like a lullaby, soothing you into a perfect stillness. His fingers trace small, playful circles on your back, sending little shivers through your body.
“Are you planning on falling asleep on me again?” Brian’s voice is teasing, light with the usual playful smirk that you can almost hear in his tone. His breath tickles your ear, and you can’t help but grin.
“You’re too comfy,” you mumble, burying your face further into his chest, breathing in the faint scent of his cologne mixed with something that’s just... him. “How am I supposed to resist?”
“Good excuse,” he chuckles, his lips brushing against the top of your head. “But I’m not sure I’m buying it. You just like my warmth too much, don’t you?”
You look up at him, your eyes narrowing in mock seriousness. “Maybe... But you definitely have a good spot right here.” You poke his chest, causing his heart to skip a beat.
Brian laughs softly, shifting his position so you’re both more tangled up in the sheets. “Is this all it takes to get you this close? A little warmth and a comfy spot?”
“Maybe,” you tease, lifting your head slightly so your lips brush against his shirt. “But I’m still not sure. You’ve got to try harder.”
Brian raises an eyebrow, his gaze flickering with mischief. “Oh, I’m up for the challenge.”
He leans down, brushing a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering a moment longer than usual. “Is this harder enough?”
Your breath hitches at the tenderness in his touch, and you bite back a smile. “I think I might need a bit more proof.”
With a grin that tells you exactly how much he loves this back-and-forth, Brian shifts again, his lips now just a whisper away from yours. “How about this, then?”
You roll your eyes dramatically, but there’s no mistaking the soft giggle that escapes you when his lips finally meet yours. You melt into him, the world outside of this little cocoon disappearing as his kisses grow slower, deeper, and more knowing.
When he pulls away, his forehead rests against yours, his smile light and mischievous. “Told you I could do better.”
You smile, not even trying to hide the warmth blooming in your chest. “You’re impossible.”
Your legs feel heavy, perhaps it was because of your workout yesterday? You slowly lift your eyes, still full of sleepiness. Beams of sunlight between the window curtains shine down on your bed. *Hmm? What’s this?* you thought to yourself. You lift your head up to see a black haired figure laying on your stomach. “Mmo wure amake,” says your boyfriend saying “Oh your awake” muffled by his face being shoved into your blanket covered self.
“Younghyun you’re squishy meee,” attempting to push him to the side of the bed. He doesn’t budge, in fact, he clings onto you harder, arms tightly wrapping your waist like a koala clinging onto a tree. “Mmmm nooooo,” he protested still hiding his face in your stomach. You haven’t even seen his face today yet now you’re struggling to get him off of you.
“Babe come on you can be clingy once I go brush my teeth.” Younghyun finally lifts his head up just to give you a kiss, his hair looking wildly untamed, “Fine but only if I get to you hug you while you do that,” he says pouting, too cute not to say no to making you chuckle.
“Alright,” caressing his hair softly. “Now tell me why you’re acting so clingy today hmm?” Your boyfriend lays his head back down to your stomach hiding his blushing face. “I’m hard.” Pulling you closer so you could feel his hard on.
“:O”
“Babe you were being so cute why’d you have to ruin it.”
foggy dead, karen gone, she and matt not talking, matt in a corporate office that’s not nelson murdock and page, saying he barely goes to hell’s kitchen anymore - i used to have nightmares about this.
okay look I have been watching DD just to catch up to born again... and to know that my babies are or dead or not talking anymore?? that's not my nelson&murdock&page! those three LOVE each other so much I can't believe they are being apart Disney your devil
Just thinking about Sylus giving you attitude when he mimics your words during the event, but he really hates when you flip it back on him... especially when it means you stop begging/talking to him next time you have sex as revenge.
Best believe he's pounding you deep into the mattress as soon as he realized what you're doing, nonstop filth coming out of his mouth as he begs you to forgive him and let him hear you once more as you fight nearly to tears to keep your sounds muffled just to torture him a little longer.
♱⋅── a/n: 2.4k of filth and Sylus being absolutely whipped for you, doing anything you ask just to earn your forgiveness.
He’s insufferable.
The way he mimics you—voice pitched high in a cruel, sing-song lilt—makes your blood boil.
"Sylus, Sylus," he taunts, leaning down to moan into the shell of your ear, "Please, Sylus, slow down. Too big, too much. Sylus."
You shove him hard, your frustration met only with his low, infuriating chuckle as you storm away.
But later, when Sylus coaxes you back into bed as if nothing happened, as if his little stunt is already forgotten—you remind yourself that you haven’t forgotten.
And you certainly won’t let him go unpunished.
Sylus always fucks you like he loves you. Like he’s obsessed with you. Every hulking inch of his six-foot-something body pressed down onto yours in devotion only the vulnerability of skin on skin could provide. Every slow, languid thrust jostling your entire body, inching the two of you up the mattress until he drags you back down by the grip on your leg, leaving a kiss on your ankle as he does so.
And god, he feels good. Always does. Hot and heavy, rambling praises and sweet promises into your neck as your nails dig bloody lines into every rigid plane of muscle across Sylus’s back.
One of his hands cups the eternity of your waist, pulling your hips flush against his, the other gently tugging your chin up to his gaze, brows furrowed as his eyes dart between yours, clouded in confusion and concern.
Because despite his efforts, you haven't made a single sound for the past twenty minutes.
Good, he deserved to feel guilty.
You huff, pouting, jerking your chin out from his palm as you swat his arm away.
“You… Are you alright?” Sylus stops moving completely, cock throbbing against your walls, and the sudden lack of stimulation has you writhing.
Before he can pull out entirely, you grab his shoulder as leverage, shooting him one last glare before beginning to fuck yourself against him.
The man is merely stunned into silence, unsure whether to stop or continue as you continue grinding your hips up, chasing your own pleasure as you use him as little more than a toy—refusing to let even a whimper past your teeth as your thighs begin to shake.
Still chasing your own orgasm, you’re too busy to see the concern melt off Sylus’s face, quickly replaced with a wicked grin as he realizes what you’re playing at.
Oh, so you’re still mad? Did he hit a nerve earlier?
Sylus sighs, feigning disappointment as he watches you fight to keep quiet, poor hands clawing and grappling against him as you struggle to take him on your own. Effort straining your muscles, his cock a tight fit without his help. What a fussy little kitten he has.
Sitting back on his heels, you hiss in frustration as the new angle forces his cock to slip right out, smacking against his abs with a lewd sound as your combined slick drips down his heaving stomach.
“Are you still upset about what I said earlier?”
You huff, turning your head to the side as you prop yourself up on your elbows, about to climb onto Sylus’s lap to finish yourself off something stops you halfway. A hand pushes against your chest, forcing you back down onto the mattress with an angry groan, already missing the feeling of him filling you.
Struggling is pointless, Sylus’s entire weight trained on keeping you pinned beneath him, palm large enough to encircle your neck as it travels up, squeezing ever so lightly.
“Not even going to respond?” You bare your teeth in a mock snarl and Sylus laughs, that annoyingly arrogant grin back on his face. ”Where did all your manners go? This kitten sure knows how to hold a grudge.”
You know he’s baiting you, trying to get a rise out of you, goading you into talking.
And it nearly damn works, having to bite your tongue as you glare up at him with all the ferocity you can muster when he begins kissing around your knee and inner thigh, depriving you of his cock as he gets on his knees, leaning down onto his stomach.
“Mhm, I’m sorry. You’ll forgive me, won’t you?” Sylus asks, sweeter than honey, words muffled into your inner thigh, each one coming out in between shaky breaths as he inhales deeply against you. “Please, let me hear you again.” another kiss, ” Please let me hear your voice.”
He takes a moment to enjoy the view of you, spread open and desperate even as you stubbornly deny him his favorite thing in the world—your moans. He smiles, squeezing your hips and dragging you closer until your thighs are draped over his shoulders, knees bent. You shiver as his breath ghosts over your core, his thumbs pulling apart your lips.
The combined mess from earlier is still splattered across your skin, and Sylus wastes no time before dragging his tongue across it. He can’t help it, you taste so good. Sound even better, if only you’d stop this ridiculous game.
Nipping and kissing into your thighs, Sylus never breaks eye contact as he works his way down to your poor fluttering pussy, blowing cool air just to watch you shiver. And when he suddenly latches his lips onto your clit, flicking his tongue up, you nearly forget about revenge. A moan rips from your throat, and only by slapping a palm over your mouth do you manage to muffle it, shaking into Sylus’s mouth as he growls between board strokes of his tongue.
“Don’t. Do not hide them from me.”
Sylus’s hand immediately comes up, forcing your palm off your mouth. Still eating you out, his hand encircles both your wrists for good measure, pinning them to the mattress.
Sylus knows how to play your body too well, hot tongue circling your clit in slow, devoted motions until breaking away, fucking into your cunt as he watches in smug victory as you grind against the perfect arch of his nose in ways you know will bring you over the edge far too quickly. His usual patience is gone, only desperation remains. Desperation to prove himself, desperation to break you.
You swear you nearly taste blood with how hard you’re biting your lip.
He's making out with your pussy like a man starved, the way he refuses to part even long enough to breathe, the way his fingers are still lovingly laced together with yours, the way he's still fucking begging you to let him hear your voice. You’re coming before you can help it, forcing your head to the side as you bite into the pillow, muffling your cries as you barely stop yourself from saying his name.
Sylus doesn't miss it. He lets out a noise that's half whine, half groan, before sitting back on his heels, pulling his tongue out of your pussy and replacing it with two thick fingers.
"That hardly counts, I could barely hear you." You try to ignore the way he crawls back over you, swollen lips glistening with your release, his entire body trembling at the mere sight of you coming undone. "Was my apology not enough? I'll do more. I'd do anything to earn your forgiveness."
Sylus kisses your bruised thighs again, above your womb, your stomach, chest. It's a trail of fire up your body, worshiping every inch he can reach as the pads of his fingers curling to push against that spongy spot inside of you. It's so hard not to make a sound, especially when Sylus has the gall to press his forehead against your temple, whispering pleas in your ear as he continues fucking you with his fingers.
"I just need to hear your voice again, pretty thing, just a little. I want to hear how good I make you feel. Please."
"Sy--" Fuck. You barely stopped yourself, shaking your head violently as you claw at Sylus's biceps, pulling his arm in closer, faster.
Sylus all but whines at the denial of his name.
He lowers himself entirely, each ragged breath hot against your ear just like his neglected cock, twitching and leaking against your stomach.
“Please, let me make it up to you. I’d give you anything, everything you could ever want.” His fingers curl, hitting your g-spot with cruel accuracy even as he continues begging so, so sweetly. “I’ll be—“ a lick across your ear, “such—" sucking the sensitive lobe, “—a good boy."
Your moan is strangled, barely audible, breaking through your clenched jaw, but the way your whole body convulses lets Sylus know you're close. Again. He kisses you hard, swallowing every sound, his hand never ceasing between your legs.
"You're going to forgive me now, won't you, sweetie?" He coos, and when you nod desperately, Sylus pulls back to watch your face. "Say my name, say it, please. Please, talk to me. You know I can’t even cum anymore without hearing your voice. Hearing you ask for me, my cum."
The confession is filthy, and does horrible, terrible things to you.
“You—” you growl, frustration thick in your voice, hating how easily you gave in. “You’re disgusting. Mean.”
Sylus’s eyes nearly roll back at that—at the sound of your voice after so long. You sound divine, even when you're furious. He groans, rutting his hips against you, the underside of his cock dragging along your stomach as you hiss in faux disgust.
“Oh? So you are talking to me finally?” he moans, reveling in the feel of your heat wrapped around his fingers, your slick on his lips, the way your glare flickers between hatred and something far more dangerous.
"Again,” he pants, “call me that again."
"Disgusting."
Sylus bites his lip, moaning low into your ear as he grinds against you, his touch relentless.
"Mean," you sneer, trying to shove him away, but you are powerless against his hulking body, every inch pressing close enough to have you gasping for breath.
"Awful."
"You’re,” Your breath catches as his fingers quicken, thumb circling your clit with devastating precision. You’re going to come again. “Fucking evil.”
"Yeah,” Sylus repeats, chuckling, eyes half-lidded and dazed as he watches you convulse around his fingers with a smile. “I’m the big, bad, evil villain.”
So mean isn’t he? Cooing sweetly as you come undone, violently squirting as your cum drips down his wrist and forearm. If you want evil, then he can do that. He can earn your forgiveness and have you beg for it too.
It's all too much. The man is a demon, a monster, an angel, and his fingers are working you up to the highest heavens, the way he looks down at you in reverence as his hair falls in a messy curtain, a look of utter adoration on his face. And the way his cock, red and throbbing, presses against the juncture of your hip and thigh, dripping precum down the length as he neglects it all for you.
But you want him. All of him.
"Sylus."
He moans, loud and deep, like the sound of his name on your lips is enough to undo him. You can’t help it—you’re crying now, hot tears burning at the corners of your eyes as you gasp for air.
"Sylus, Sylus. Sylus." Your voice cracks, raw with need. "M’sorry. Please, I want—ah fuck—I need you, fuck. Want all of you. Sylus."
He’s on you before you can finish, mouth crashing into yours, kissing you with a feverish intensity that would bruise any other's lips. He kisses you like he’s starving, swallowing every syllable, every whimper, like he’s terrified you’ll take it all back.
And then, you feel it. The sudden, hot spray of his cum between your bodies, painting your stomach and chest with thick, copious amounts of it as he whines into the kiss. Untouched, undone just from your voice, from the way you’re finally his again.
"Thank you, thank you," Sylus groans against your lips, voice wrecked, relief pouring out of him like he’s been waiting an eternity just to hear you say those words. He’s still cumming.
He keeps his fingers moving, edging you dangerously close to another orgasm, until you're practically squirming in his grip. Even then, he doesn't stop, he doesn't remove his fingers. He pulls back just far enough to watch your face, eyes wide and searching.
"Again, kitten, again. Please, keep saying my name."
"Sylus."
Your body is trembling, and his hand doesn't stop until you're squirming away, the stimulation too much. Only then does Sylus finally pull his fingers out, licking them clean, the other hand cupping the back of your head as he kisses you again.
"Forgive me?"
You nod, and Sylus grins, fanged and fucked-out.
"Say it out loud for me."
You scoff, "Yes. I forgive you."
"Perfect. Then I might have to ask for your forgiveness again."
And just as he finishes his confession, your knees are pressed up to your ears, folding you in half as Sylus slides back into your dripping cunt. Without any resistance the entirety of his length thrusts deep inside of you, your lower stomach bulging ever so slightly from his girth, your mind blanking as you’re spread wide against the muscular jut of Sylus’s hips. His hands are everywhere, gripping your hair, squeezing your neck, grabbing at your waist and hips, pulling you up into every thrust.
"Forgive me, you're so perfect. So beautiful." He kisses along your neck, whispering his praises and compliments, forcing his thumb into your mouth as he pries your lips open to hear you better. "Never keep these sounds from me again, understand?"
You moan a yes around his thumb, and Sylus growls.
"That's a good girl."
He doesn’t relent. Sylus effortlessly begins guiding you to meet his thrusts with one hand, the other remaining pressed against your abdomen, stroking at the outline of his dick pressing through with every rock forward. Large hands splay your thighs wider, closer, impossibly stretching you out until all you can feel is him.
“Forgive me.” Your breasts jolt with each thrust and before he can stop himself Sylus leans down and bites, nipping and licking into the sensitive peak as you sob from the pain and pleasure. It makes you dizzy, the gentle licks and kisses over your skin in mock apology until he bites down again. And again.
There’s no remorse in Sylus’s voice anymore, only pussydrunk and obsessed. “Please, forgive me.” Utterly obsessed.
Ooooooo could I request a dom youngk smut with fingering and squirting? 🙈 if you feel uncomfortable then I’m so sorry I totally understand 😬
[23:43] “come on, babygirl. you can do it one more time for me, right?” though in the form of a question, you know younghyun’s request is more of a demand than anything. you had squirted for the first time yesterday while you two had been going at it, and now he’s more than determined to make you do it again, regardless of whether or not you have the capability to control it. in fact, the two of you have now been in bed for almost an hour now, but he refuses to let up until he gets what he wants.
your body squirms in his grasp as you near your third orgasm of the night, his fingers moving in and out of you at an even faster and rougher pace to help you along. thrusting your hips up frantically at the overstimulation, your core clenches around his digits, releasing a heavy amount of liquid onto them, though not the kind younghyun’s been hoping for. letting out a sigh of defeat, he’s about to remove himself from you when all of a sudden you let out one of the loudest scream’s he’s heard from you. along with it, his forearm and stomach are now covered with cum as he resumes pumping his hand at a terribly quick speed, curling his fingers up harshly whenever he reaches knuckle-deep.
he watches with delight as you begin to calm down, body shaking and chest heaving up and down in utter exhaustion. just as you settle comfortably in the sheets, however, younghyun pulls you closer to him by your legs, leaning over you and resting his hands by your head.
“i knew you had it in you, baby, but you didn’t think we’d finish without letting me have my turn, did you?”
