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whiteteadreams · 1 year

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Hi! Can i request something like the reader wants to suck Wonho's nipples?

I was thinking a lot about this...🥴🥴

You Want to What?

Pairing: Shin Hoseok (Wonho) x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Fluff, mature language/cursing, smut, not 100% proofread

Smut Warnings: Body worship (m receiving), nipple play (both m and f receiving), groping, dry humping, coming in pants

a/n- i am so sorry this took so long to write but thank you for being patient with me and um this is something that plagues my mind CONSTANTLY like tysm for requesting that. .

anyways- pls enjoy the blurb

He was somehow even more shocked when he heard you repeat it. “But, why? Why would you want to suck my nipples?” What a stupid question. “Look at them! They’re perfect.” Hoseok had backed away from your curious hands that had started to reach for his chest, but his lower back had hit the kitchen counter.

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“You want to what?” Hoseok’s eyebrows were mixed in with his hairline and his cheeks were the reddest they have ever been once your request met his ears. “I want to suck your nipples.”

“You like to suck on my boobs and nipples, so why can’t I do the same with yours?” He didn’t respond, his eyes were casted down, presumably looking at his own chest. “I mean, I guess you could. Are we gonna do this right now or next time we have sex?” Even his ears were flushed with embarrassment as he looked back up at you, he saw that your eyes were blown with lust and that those same eyes weren’t looking at his face.

“I don’t want to wait but since this is going to be new for you, we can do it whenever you want.” Hoseok thought about it for a few seconds, flexing his pecs and then releasing them, watching them under his shirt. He looked almost insecure, which was the last thing he should ever feel.

Looking up from his chest, he made eye contact with you, and although you were wet at the thought of playing with his chest like he does yours, you offered him a gentle smile. He received the message subconsciously and nodded.

He was the first one to take a step towards you, but you weren’t far behind. Your lips met first and your hands were placed on his firm chest, you always laid them there when you kissed but this seemed different.

Normally, your hands would stay flat on his chest, but this time you squeezed around his mounds and listened to the gasp that escaped his mouth. It caused your lips to disconnect, and you leaned back to look at him. “Do you want to keep going?” This was new for him, and you didn’t want to rush anything.

“Please, don’t stop.” You just smirked and started walking backwards, out of the kitchen and towards the living room. Hoseok immediately followed you, close enough for your hands to reach out and grab the hem of his muscle tee.

Hoseok came closer to reconnect your lips but before you let him do that, you pulled his shirt up and over his head, revealing what you’ve been drooling over since you’ve met him. His pecs. “Fuck, Hoseok, I love your tits.” You saw the blush that appeared on his face and then bent down to bring your lips to the level which his right nipple was.

Instead of instantly wrapping your lips around the bud, you used it to trace your lips, feeling the slight tickle the friction brought. You could feel Hoseok’s eyes looking down at you, almost curiously. But he was still self-conscious. “Hey um, Y/n can we move this to the couch or bedroom so we aren’t standing in the middle room, and can you take your shirt off too?”

You giggled at his shyness, but still led him to your couch. Pushing him to sit down, you stood up long enough to take off your own shirt, and then straddled his lap. He gasped once the heat of your cunt was up against his hardening dick. Although you had on sweats and Hoseok, a pair of loose basketball shorts, you could still feel each other.

“Y/n, please, need you.” He bucked his hips up into yours, trying to receive any kind of friction he could get, but you weren’t done playing with him, worshipping him. “Hm, I’m not done yet though.” He just whined and clenched his hands into fists, trying to keep his hips still.

You let your hands wander around his firm chest, feeling the muscles jump and tense underneath your palms. The man underneath you kept switching his gaze between your roaming hands making contact to his chest or your curious eyes. But when he felt you pinch his nipples his head fell back and his eyes closed, enjoying the new feeling of pleasure and slight pain. When you pinched a bit tighter his mouth fell open and his hips rose up. When you tweaked his nipple sharper and sharper a long moan was released from the back of his throat that turned into a whimper.

When you released his nipples, Hoseok could still feel the pain linger and his nipples and areolas were left slightly puffy. The pleasurable sting, however, was quickly soothed by a warm and wet feeling. He looked down at you and the sight itself made his cock twitch. Your lips were enclosed around his left nipple and his right was being rubbed by the pad of your thumb.

Whimpers were heard coming from Hoseok, who seemingly enjoyed this, maybe even more than you. Which was hard to believe with how much arousal was starting to drip down your thighs, surely visible through your sweatpants. “Why didn’t we do this sooner?” Hoseok choked out as you rolled your hips into his, your mouth switching to the other nipple, leaving the other covered in spit. Too focused on the inner goal you had, to make Hoseok cum like this, to answer his question.

You knew that he was already being stimulated from the attention his nipples were receiving but to make him cum in his pants, you were going to have to speed up your hips and add more pressure. So, that’s exactly what you did, and Hoseok’s cries were enough to let you know that he was enjoying this.

Taking a break on sucking the buds, you started to suck the skin of his pecs, aiming to leave marks on the mounds. After sucking particularly deep on some spots, you made sure to lick over it to ease the forming bruise, always catching his nipple in the trail of your tongue.

You did this while you continuously rolled your hips into his, the two of you were humping each other like animals in heat at this point, only thinking about the chase of your release and making it to the edge or euphoria. Finally giving his now swollen and bruised chest a break, your once occupied lips made their way up to him, something Hoseok has been praying for, just to feel your lips on his again.

“Y/n, I’m gonna cum in my fucking pants if you keep doing that.” Hoseok moaned into your mouth, you smiled with an open mouth too fucked out, without even having him in you, to comprehend anything anymore. You finally got to live out the fantasy that always made its way into your head when you were getting yourself off. “I want you to- you to cum in your pants, for me.”

Feeling your sweatpants pull with each thrust caused your panties to rub against your clit, with the feeling of Hoseok being pressed up against you, you were getting close as well. “I’m gonna cum too Hoseok. So close.”

Your nails dug into his scalp, his hips snapping into yours, and soon the both of you were crying out into the other’s mouth, lust blown eyes, the aroma of sex, the bruises blooming on Hoseok’s chest, all of it got to you and you couldn’t hold off anymore. The dam within you burst and you were cumming on top of Hoseok, him following quickly after you.

When your highs subsided, the aura was different on both of your sides, while Hoseok’s was slight embarrassment from how much he liked that, and yours was from your ego being stroked, the ability to make Hoseok cum in his pants was something you’d never not pat yourself on the back for. “Thank you for letting me do that, I really enjoyed it and it seems like you did too.” He smiled and looked down at the crotch of his shorts, seeing a dark spot made his eyes shoot up to yours, not wanting to see his mess.

“Don’t worry baby, it just means you liked it, and I know I did.” Your grin made Hoseok slightly worried of what else was circling in your head but if any of it was like this, he couldn’t wait to try it, in fact, “Can we do this again sometime soon?”

#female reader #fluff #x reader #kpop #monsta x fluff #monsta x fic #monsta x wonho #monsta x #wonho solo #wonho x reader #shin wonho #shin hoseok #smut #wonho smut #blurb #monsta x blurbs

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dollydaisies · 18 days

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hi! i’m a screenwriter but also a very mentally ill girl with too many ideas that i need to share with the class.

for this blog, i’d like to merge my screenwriting with fanfiction writing. if you’re unfamiliar with screenwriting, here’s an example:

this is the script to s1 ep1 of stranger things. the dialogue will not be formatted exactly as such because i don’t think its possible on tumblr, but i’ll do something like it. it’ll make it easier for me and you to visualize, and it takes a lot of pressure off of me!

so, my question is…

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astroyongie · 2 years

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Hi yongie can you do a monstax ideal type reading? 😭

Monsta X Ideal Type

Shownu

His ideal is someone with a large smile

A personality that talks a lot

Who laughs a t lot

Someone funny and sociable

Shownu is attracted to people that are a little superficial

Like they take care of their appearance

So someone rather pretty by the standards

He likes nice pretty painted nails

Someone with a nice neck line and shoulder

Feminine like arms and hands

But mostly his ideal type is someone who isn't afraid to speak their mind

That will engage with him

They need to be friends with his circle of people

Extrovert

Minhyuk

He has a thing for very feminine energies

His ideal type is someone that is confident in their skin

That walks like the room belongs to them

Pretty face

Cat eyes like

Someone that will seduce him and let him seduce you

Teasing is so important

He needs someone that will make the decisions

That takes initiative

Minhyuk ideal type really is someone that looks expensive

But who is very nice

And talkative

they have that sweet side

But also the savage one when they are in private

Kihyun

His ideal type is someone with a strong energy

Physically they are someone very sexy

That knows how to be provocative

They have they own sense of fashion

That dangerous and mysterious aura around them

Rond like face

Sweet yet very mature features

Kihyun ideal's is also someone sensitive

Who understands him

Who would be unconditional to him

like emotions are strong

A little jealous would please him as well

Like the appearance don't matter much

As long as the attraction is strong and mutual

Hyungwon

His ideal type is someone very mature

Sure of themselves

With a goal oriented personality

Hyungwon's is very strict on his ideals

He wants someone he can provide for tho

But who will also work on their own

Physically, someone with nice long hair

With pretty features and skin

Thin like legs

Someone tall

With a very bossy vibe

Just someone he can trust with things

And he knows they will be organized and ready for him

Jooheon

Just like Kikyun, Jooheon is attracted to strong energies

To pelo who will try to possesss him

Someone a little jealous

Who he can have an emotional connection with

Somene he can trust and be closed with

Loyal person

Physically he wants someone that is sexy

That dressed well

With a more rock and roll style

He wouldn't mind if his partner has tattoos as well

But overall he doesn't have a special criteria

He just want someone that will make him feel loved

Changkyun

His standards are extremely high

And so is his ideal type

The thing is that he changes his ideal type a lot

It's someone thatch be both sexy and cute

Someone that will be sensitive yet mature

Someone he can count with but still provide for

Kyun wants someone beautiful

With bright eyes

A loving smile

Someone his parents would approve

They have a "real" job

They are like the perfect ideal of everyone

His ideal is also someone that will connect with him

And will be able to make him feel like in a fairytail

#Monsta x #Monsta x astrology #Monsta x headcanons #Monsta x imagines #Monsta x reactions #Monsta x scenarios #Monsta X blurbs

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mo-notmoe · 1 year

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I first made these as temporary tattoos that I wore when I saw Monsta X back in May! Since then I redid a couple and colored them!

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holdinbacksecrets · 2 years

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not me thinking about going to the airport half asleep with your beloved, and he’s guiding you along trying not to laugh, entirely fond. and you fall asleep on his lap when you make it to the lounge. he rubs your back with one hand and scrolls through his phone with the other, checking emails or socials. setting it down every now and then to trace your skin or touch your hair. and he wakes you so sweetly, so softly, when it’s time to board. calls you sweetheart and presses his lips to your forehead. god what a way to be woken… in the airport of all places. as you walk to your gate, he bends his knees a little, lowering himself enough to sneak a look at your face, checking in with you, smiling as he does because you’re adorable. you pull a face that makes him laugh. “she’s awake now, hmm? that’s my girl”

#boyfriend things #baekhyun #mingyu #seokmin #jackson #johnny #jeno #kihyun #jungkook #bts blurbs #seventeen blurbs #nct blurbs #monsta x blurbs #exo blurbs

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lustbile · 2 years

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Can you do an angst/smut with changkyun something like he and his girlfriend broke up recently and it was his fault and he shows up drunk at her door to make up

I am so sorry this took me so long, but I hope you like it. I didn’t make him super drunk, just a little tipsy, so I hope that’s okay!

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You sigh as soon as you open the door to your apartment, the view of Changkyun leaning against the frame as dark circles lay under his eyes making your face twist up in faux irritation as worry and hurt twist your heart.

“Changkyun,” you start, lifting your fist to rub at your tired eyes, “what are you doing here?”

The familiar way the corners of his lips pull into a flat line makes you want to smile, but the feeling falls flat as you stare at the person who caused the lump in your throat to form. Part of you just wants to scream at him and slam the door in his face, but the part that longs to keep him in your sights by any means necessary is so much bigger and stronger.

“Needed to see you,” he mumbles quiet enough that you have to strain your ear, not trusting yourself to step closer to hear him better, “I just couldn’t-“

He lets out a frustrated breath through his nose, stopping himself as he looks down to pick at his nails. Your hand twitches at your side at the instinctive need to stop him from damaging the skin, but you hold yourself back as you just continue to stare at him expectantly.

“Couldn’t what?” Your voice is harsh as you speak, the tone making him visibly cringe in disappointment, “couldn’t let me wallow in my sorrows without reminding me who caused it?”

It’s dramatic when you say it out loud, and you know that, but it doesn’t change the fact that that’s how your damaged heart feels. You know that if you just had a few more weeks to think, you wouldn’t blame him for not wanting to make you both struggle through a relationship that he was just too busy for, but you didn’t get the luxury of a few weeks. Instead he stood here now, only a few days after he left you stewing in your own pity with a broken heart.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he finally admits, his eyes flicking to your tense form quickly before he takes a deep breath as locks his sights onto you more confidently, “I couldn’t stop thinking about how fucking stupid I am.”

You hum under his suddenly tense stare, your shoulders curving in and your own eyes falling to stare at your shifting bare feet, “and you came to that conclusion at three in the morning?” You huff at the end of your words, trying to brush them away with poorly placed humor, but your voice just comes out broken and confused.

“No, I came to that conclusion the second I walked away from you the other day,” he hisses through his teeth, reminding himself of the way he sulked away like a scolded puppy after you both agreed that it simply wouldn’t work, “I just didn’t get the confidence to do something about it until now.”

You notice the slight slur in his voice now, your head turning back up to glance over his whole form, until your eyes land on his twisted feature. You now see how flushed his cheeks are and the slightly glassy stare behind his eyes, and with another sigh, you click your tongue.

“Have you been drinking?” You ask breathlessly as you cross your arms, knowing the answer before he even speaks it. The guilt that already settled in his chest grows under your stare, and makes his eyebrows furrow tightly.

“Not a lot,” he admits, lifting a hand to swipe at his face as if it will take away the clear and familiar signs, “I got fed a few beers after I wouldn’t stop going on about you, and when those didn’t work I was kicked out of the group until I came and talked to you.”

“So you came because your friends forced you,” you speak matter of factly, letting the hurt in your chest take over your mind, “cool.”

“No,” he argues, standing up straight now that his integrity is in question, and the way his shoulders pull wide and he locks you under a much more confident glare makes a fire lick at your skin, “I came because I fucking miss you, and I need to know if there’s anything I can do to fix this. I was stupid to think I could ever stay away from you; I should have figured something out to make this work instead of running away like a scared little kid.”

You stare at him silently as words fall past his lips, and you want to do nothing more than just collapse into his chest and let every emotion you’ve ever felt spill from your body, but instead you stand frozen.

“Can you just,” he starts, his voice strained as he finally steps past the threshold of your door and lays his hands gently on the sides of your neck, “please tell me that I can still fix this.”

“Changkyun I,” you start, your lip trembling as you feel like your brain is spinning circles in your skull. Is it a bad idea to just let him back in like nothing happened? Absolutely, but the way he holds you and looks at you like he holds the entire world in his hands smothers the logical thinking part of your mind.

“Let me fix this,” he mutters, losing himself as he presses closer.

You don’t move away as his face tilts closer to yours, your breath catching as you feel like you’ve been taken back to the moment you first kissed him. Your heart beats rapidly in your chest, and when his lips brush against yours, you feel like your legs might collapse underneath you.

He presses his mouth against yours so tightly, you feel the air get sucked out of your lungs. When he immediately licks at the seam of your lips, you open your mouth immediately and let him in with an appreciative moan. Your hands move quickly to wrap around his wrists as if you fear that not holding him close will have him slipping away from you again, and as your eyes squeeze tightly shut, you try to revel in the flavor of him that you had so closely memorized.

You groan quietly into his mouth as he pushes you into the wall that stood behind you, the sound of him kicking back to shut the door with a loud slam making you jump slightly in his hold. In any other circumstance, you would have scolded him for being so rough, the way your voice pitches whenever he slammed the door being a familiar sound when he visited your place, but now as he surrounds you with every inch of himself, all you can think about is the way he molds against your tired form.

You gasp out when his lips trail desperately across your jaw, his teeth nipping roughly at your skin as he sucks the flesh into his hungry mouth. You lose your grip on his wrists as he moves them to smooth down your sides, and as your fingers twitch and shake, you start to scratch wildly at his shoulders up to his scalp.

“I was so fucking stupid,” he mumbles against your neck as he licks at your throat, his voice quiet and rumbling as it shakes your core, “to think I could ever give you up.”

You babble out chants and begging whines of his name as he busies his hands with the buttons of your shirt, the way his rough fingers brush against the skin that wraps around your rib cage when he gets enough buttons undone to get access to your form making you shiver.

You try to get his attention when his mouth falls to abuse the skin of your collarbones, tugging at his hair as he dips lower until he licks at one of your nipples, but he’s too far gone. You can feel through his groping hands and swirling tongue how deprived he felt, and as he wraps his lips around your sensitive skin, you sink back against the wall behind you and let him have his way with your shaking form.

The way his knees hit against your floor makes a painful sound ring out around you, but he seems completely unfazed as he kisses roughly down your stomach. Your hips wiggle as he starts to tug messily at your shorts and underwear, and when you let out a small squeak at the feeling of his tongue dipping into your belly button, he lets out a breathless laugh against your stomach.

“I’ll make it up to you,” he promises as his eyes flick up to look at you, your lower half exposed to the cold air that spilled in from the open door as your clothes hit the floor and wrap around your ankles, “I’ll do better than this,” he speaks casually but quietly as he jerks his chin to your canting hips, “but I missed the way you taste so much.”

You feel your skin flush at his confession, your heart skipping a beat as he immediately ducks his head between your thighs once his words hit your ears. He wastes no time before he lays his tongue flat against you, and when he rolls the thick muscles against your entrance to collect all the arousal that spills from your body, you feel your thighs shake around his head.

He quickly wraps his arms around your thighs, lifting you slightly from the floor as your knees drape over his shoulders, making you stand high on your toes as he nuzzles his face against your heated skin. Your breathing turns into heavy pants as he laps at you, and when you feel his tongue dip inside you, your head tilts until it hits the wall.

You moan quietly as your eyes screw shut, even the few days you spent away from one another making you feel more sensitive than you had anticipated. The way he curls his tongue inside of you makes a violent shiver roll up your spine, and the groan he lets out when you tug at his hair has your stomach curving into itself in pleasure.

His nose bumps roughly at your clit with every heavy lick he lays against your body, and as you hesitantly tilt your hips down against his face, the bone that builds his bridge digs perfectly into your sensitive skin. You can’t help yourself as you start to grind yourself against him, but when he scratches at your thighs with his blunt nails and moans against your skin, you know he loves every second as much as you.

“That’s it,” he encourages as he quickly pulls away, “use me however you want, baby.”

He lays his tongue flat against his chin as he looks at you with wild eyes, the pink muscle twitching as it glitters from your arousal and his saliva mixing against his taste buds. You take a moment to admire him, the way his eyes are still decorated by dark circles and the lack of good sleep, but the wide smile he wears lights up his features in a way that reminds you of the man you fell in love with.

You let out a soft sigh as you tug at his hair again in endearment, your chest tightening as you revel in the feeling of having him back again, but when he darts his eyebrows up expectantly, you happily relent as you sink back onto his waiting face.

A low moan rolls from your chest as soon as his tongue meets your clit, his face immediately moving back and forth when your body connects, and with greedy hands pulling and pushing at your hips, you have no choice but to start fucking his pretty face.

Your hips start moving quickly as he makes sounds of excited pleasure against you, and the way the knot in your stomach tightens, you can only imagine the mess you're making across his chin and neck. You grind mindlessly against him, and as your body starts to curve and twist, you’re grateful for the way his hands and the wall keeps you standing.

Hums and groans of his name flow out of your mouth like a prayer, and as your nails claw painfully into his scalp, you feel the promise of an orgasm start to prick at your skin. You’re almost bouncing on his hot, curling tongue as you climb higher and higher towards your finish, and when he lifts up slightly to suck the flesh of your clit into mouth, you feel it rush over your nerves all at once.

He slams your hips roughly into the wall as you come against his face, the pain adding another spark of feelings across your body as you cry out into your quiet apartment. You swear mindlessly as he pushes you through the blinding pleasure, and even though the wall rubs harshly against your skin, you don’t think you could have kept afloat if he didn’t hold you still.

You keep grinding your hips sloppily as he rolls his tongue slowly against your clit, your hands working for the overwhelmed part of your body as they try to tug him away from your skin. It feels like every part of your body has a mind of its own, and as he lays his few last licks against your body to collect the taste of your come, you start to sob slightly.

He lets you fall to the floor after he pulls his mouth away, his arms catching you with ease as he pulls you to straddle his lap as he wraps you in a tight hug. Your hips still twitch and roll, grinding your tingling skin against the thick denim of his pants, but you can’t force yourself to calm down as you wrap your limbs around him and whimper into his shoulder.

“It’s okay,” he shushes you, running his hands gently against the back of your head and across your back, “I’m not going anywhere,” he reassures, and even though it calms your rapid breathing, you can’t help but feel he’s also speaking to himself.

#Monsta x smut #changkyun smut #monsta x blurb #changkyun blurb #ask

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un-love · 2 years

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07:11

thought of: wonwoo, minhyuk, seungkwan

ﾟ⊹ ꙳⸌♡⸍꙳ 𓆩 ♡ 𓆪

why are you looking at me like that?

like what?

like you haven't seen me before

i'm trying to.

to? see me?

yes. he traces a finger along your hairline, all the way down your jaw. all i want to do is see you. all i want is to love you. don't laugh. sometimes you get this distant look in your eyes when you're not working, not throwing yourself into paperwork or trying to make sure i eat three meals a day, you know? i'm not sure if you realize that you're doing it. you shift under the covers to look at him better. the first time i caught it, i thought it was something i did. i didn't want to say anything wrong so i kept quiet, and the next minute you started talking about seeing the colour white whenever you thought of me, so i let it go. you always came back, though, so i never asked. just now, you had that again. the urge to reach out and caress your face in that moment is...hard to resist. i try to spend those moments being as inconspicuous as i can, though i can't help but wonder what goes on in that silly little head of yours. and the light reflecting off your face distracts me sometimes. i think you have the most beautiful eyelashes i've seen on a person. i'm sorry, i started rambling.

don't apologise. are you worried that i think about you? or that i don't?

mm, i do. but you would tell me, right? when the time's right.

i would. it's 7:15 am. the sky is pink, the blinds half open. it's chilly, but you've never felt so warm before. what is your favourite thing to do on a day off?

oh? sleeping in. and catching up on our favourite shows with you sprawled across my lap. why?

i love doing laundry with you. to be honest, this is the thought that's caught me off guard lately, and might've been the reason for my wistful look.

i wouldn't call it wistful.

shut up, who enjoys doing laundry?

i do! it can be cathartic, especially if you hum along. you should try it sometime

you think you're cute. just let me say this. i realized last week that i like doing laundry with you. and buying detergent with you. and making breakfast for you. so not on brand for me.

are you sure that's not because i have never ruined your whites?

i can't deny that's not a factor. anyway, that's when i realized i love you. that seems to have caught him off guard. good. i have been in love with you for about seven months now, but this is different. i'm sure of this, i love you.

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starryjeekies · 2 years

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~ Fair Play ~

Pairing: i.m x gn!reader

Genre: smut(?)

Summary: after a fun night with Changkyun, it leads you to a conversation to keeping the fun going. you two get to know what each other likes and your limits.

Warnings: suggestive, mentions of knifeplay, choking, use of daddy/sir/master, sub!reader, dom!i.m, mainly just a conversation with light foreplay

Words: 1.4k

A/N: hello there! a while ago i had asked on twt for prompts and idols and here’s one my gf had requested from me. decided to post the promt even tho I don’t have the og list anymore but I’m open to prompts! send me an ask for a request ^^

“Was the drive fine?” I.M asks you, taking your coat for you after you step into his home.

“It was fine, rainy, but the roads weren't terrible.” You tell him, setting your bag on his coffee table.

“Well you came just in time, dinner is almost ready.” He smirks slightly, heading back into the kitchen.

“Do you cook dinner for all of your friends with benefits or am I just special?” You ask him, following him into his black and steel kitchen.

“I’ve had fuck buddies, but never a friends with benefits.” He cocks his eyebrow up slightly, putting on oven mitts. “I actually have a friendship with who I’m fucking.”

“I don’t think Jooheon had any idea we would have fucked each other.” You state, sitting on the island in the middle of the kitchen. “I don’t think anyone did, honestly.”

“I’ll never forget the shock on his face when he saw you crawling to the bathroom the next morning.” He laughs slightly, grabbing the pizza from the oven to let it cool. “He looked like he caught his parents in the bedroom.”

“Well it was his bandmate and his best foreign friend, I guess that’s close enough.” You shrug, thinking back to last week when you woke up in Changkyun’s bed after a night of heavy drinking with Monsta X. “Still don’t remember how it started, the earliest thing that came back to me was you pulling down my underwear.”

“Neither do I, but it did end up being a good time.” He smirks, turning to you and placing hands on either side of your thighs. “Let’s hope we still fuck that good when we’re sober.”

You chuckle lightly, snaking your arms around his neck to bring him closer. “I think we will since we’ll know what we’re doing and can gauge what each other likes.”

“And what do you like?” He cocks his head to the side slightly, watching as your eyes look at him somewhat sensually.

“Mm,” You start, trying to think about what you typically enjoy. “Well I’m not vanilla by any means. I’m a bit of a masochist, can be known to be a switch, but I love being put into submission.”

He seems to be drinking this up, looking at you with slightly lidded eyes as his hand reaches up to cup the back of your neck. “Interesting, so what you’re saying is that we can actually have fun.”

“Exactly, and the fun will never stop because I’m down to try almost anything.” You tell him, playing with the collar of his shirt.

He chuckles to himself, and when you feel his fingers start to grab at your hair, you feel the anticipation building up. He tugs lightly, moving you just enough so your neck is more exposed to him as his lips barely graze your flesh. “Do you have hard limits?”

“Let me ask you this: Was that supposed to hurt?” You watch as his lips curl into a sadistic smile before the grip on your hair is tighter and he simultaneously tips your head back but brings your body closer so your chests are brushing against each other. The gasp that leaves your lips only darken his gaze on you as he continues the ghostly assault on your neck. “Safe words are put in place when I do have my limits.”

“We can definitely establish a safe word.” He mumbles before leaving a feathery kiss underneath your jaw before pulling away completely to focus back on the pizza. “How about pineapple?”

“On the pizza?” You ask, before hopping down to stand next to him. “Are you going to want to fuck me still if I give you my honest answer?”

“You sure do bounce back fast.” He remarks, seeing how you look practically unfazed by his previous actions. “Good to know. And no, not about the pizza, the safeword.”

“Oh, yeah pineapple works for a safeword.” You state, watching him cut into the pizza. “The only things I won’t try or do are watersports or knife play. Still have a scar on my hip from one of my past partners.” You lift up your shirt and down the waistband of your pants slightly to reveal a long white scar leading up your side.

“Oh, ouch. Yeah, no, I’m with you on those. They don’t appeal to me in the slightest.” Once he cuts up the pizza, he hands you a white plate to grab whichever pieces you liked first.

“Yeah, safe to say we didn’t fuck after that.” You say, grabbing two pieces and sitting back up on the island, watching as he grabs his two pieces and says a small blessing before chowing down. After getting halfway done with your first piece, you ask, “So what about you? What can I expect from our sexual encounters?”

He huffs slightly, trying to finish the bite in his mouth. “I tend to be very dominant, very possessive. I like to mark anywhere I can, hold anywhere I can, including choking.”

“Do you know how to choke properly?”

“Blood flow, not airway.”

“Good boy, proceed.”

He chuckles to himself slightly at your concern and quick recovery. “I also don’t mind Daddy or Sir, either are fine.”

“Mhm,” You nod, leaning back slightly while taking in his appearance. “While both are good, what about Master?”

The low groan that erupts from his throat has you proud of the effect you’ve started to have on him. He sets his plate down on the counter and struts to you slowly, watching as you set down your plate as well. He pulls your body closer to him by your knees, bringing your hips together abruptly. The sudden contact brings a quick and surprised moan past your lips as you look down at his erection that’s just starting to poke through his pants. “No one has ever used that title before.”

“Then I’m privileged to be the first, Master.” Your fingers drag down his jawline, taking in just how handsome I.M really is.

“You don’t want to know what will happen if you keep calling me that, baby.” While Changkyun has amazing self restraint, you can hear the slight desperation in his husky voice to be able to take you right there and now.

“Oh yeah?” You giggle sweetly, not breaking eye contact with him. “What happens if I do this?” As soon as you finish the punctuation of your question, you grind your crotch against his and feel proud at the hiss that comes through his teeth.

His chocolate eyes are dark and menacing with lust as he stares at you. You’re greeted back with the rapper easily finding your rhythm and matching it, matching your pace of bouncing back from sexual surprises. “I take it you’re also a huge tease and like foreplay, huh, baby?”

“Foreplay is the best fun about it.” You smirk, gripping one shoulder while your other hand rests against his chest. You can feel how hard his heart is beating right now. “How am I supposed to be excited for sex if I don’t have any anticipation as to what’s to come?”

“Are you anticipating what’s to come tonight?” He licks his pink lips tantalizingly, watching as you bite yours in response.

“I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t.” You coo, seeing his Adam's apple bob in his throat, trying to figure out what to do with you. “What do you want to do to me, Master?”

“I want you to hang tight.” His hands grip your thighs tightly and pick you up easily. You wrap your legs around him while you both forget about the pizza. He starts leaving warm and wet kisses on your neck while he carries you. “Important question,” He starts in between kisses. “What are your feelings on rope?”

“As long as you have the good kind, I’m at your mercy.” You mumble out, pulling his lips closer to your neck by his thick black hair.

“Good.” He knocks your bag off of the coffee table and lays you flat on your back. His hands linger on your thighs while he plants a fervent kiss to your lips before he stands up and walks back to his bedroom.

You lie there, slightly breathless, as you connect two and two together. “You are not tying me to this coffee table!”

You watch as he emerges with the neatly tied black rope in his hands, a playful smirk on his lips as he looks down at you. “Watch me.”

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Can i please request some jealousy headcanons for Kaiser and shido with a female s!o? Smutty too if that's alright.Thank you!

꒷♡꒷ GREEN-EYED GAZE!

♰ featuring: michael kaiser + shidou ryusei (separate) [blue lock]

♰ note: VAMPIIE WRITE UNDER 1.5K WORDS CHALLENGE (IMPOSSIBLE). i got carried away making the headcanons and decided to write blurbs to go alongside them but they are both LITERALLY the length of fics.... ANYWAY ryusei’s section may or may not be based off of my interactions with my jealous!ryusei shidou bot teehee. yall know how i already feel about him in ANY type of situation, but adding a jealous michael on top of that??? . . . yall hear something purring or is it just me—

sypnosis: hey siri play jealousy by monsta x! wc: 4.9k content/trigger warning(s): 18+. smut. fem/fem-bodied reader. SHIDOU RYUSEI. jealous!ryusei. jealous!michael. possessive!michael. possessive!ryusei. mean!ryusei. degradation. unprotected sex. rough sex. big dick!michael agenda! tummy bulging. locker room sex (michael). dacryphilia (ryusei). Tit-slapping (ryusei). spanking. choking. creampie/breeding. cursing. dirty talking (ryu likes to call u mean names when he's horny). groping. hair pulling. sweet n vulnerable ryusei at the end :((. ꒷꒦

MICHAEL KAISER

❥ it should be noted that Michael is not prone to becoming envious. i mean, why should he? he’s handsome, wealthy, extraordinarily skilled at football, and he has you as his beloved girlfriend that he loves to show off. what more could he ask for? in fact, one might contend that he was the target of envy more than anyone else. ❥ at least, that’s what he thought until he noticed you talking with his teammate and sworn rival, isagi yoichi at one of their games. ❥ it wasn’t like he was afraid that the inferior little shit was going to take you away from him. on the contrary, michael could not even begin to describe the sensation of emotions he was experiencing within. it was as if a tumultuous storm of emotions raged inside of him, ones he could not quite pin down. ❥ hatred directed at Isagi? betrayal at the fact that you would so openly talk and dare to laugh with his rival when he was right here? angry that if he spoke about it right then, he would come off as a cowardly fool who lacks self-confidence? ❥ he’s deathly silent, menacingly brooding, and unbelievably furious. he couldn’t help but enviously glower at the two of you with so much intensity that it was a miracle that you didn’t have a hole lasered into your back. ❥ but he could not just idly stand by and do nothing, especially after that little shitstain dared to touch your shoulder. that was his last straw.

“K-Kaiser . . .” Ness' voice jolted him out of his reverie, and the innocent brunette unintentionally fell prey to one of Michael's infamous death glares.

Alexis tried his hardest not to flinch in the face of such wrath, but it was nearly impossible. Instead, he quickly averted his gaze, fearful of further infuriating his King, and motioned to the water bottle in Michael's hand, which had been unknowingly clenched so tightly that the cap had long since burst free, drenching his fist and shorts. Michael clicked his tongue, dropping the poor bottle to the grassy field, his deadly gaze returning to you and Isagi, now laughing about something else that he could not hear because he was too far away. Without saying a word, he extended his hand to Alexis, who hastily used his handkerchief to dry the wet skin.

“. . . I noticed them too.” Alexis murmured quietly, glancing briefly in the direction that Michael was glowering, but not for long since he knew not to look at you without his permission. However, it was at that precise second that he saw Isagi brush something off of your shoulder, which caused his breath to hitch and Michael's murderous aura to flare with ferocity.

“—He’s dead.” Your lover snarled, snatching his hand away from Ness and marching right over to where the two of you stood.

You were not aware of Michael's impending form, but Isagi was made very aware when his eyes met the ace’s murderous ones that were fixed solely on his form. When you noticed the striker's sudden silence, you turned to see what he was looking at, but before you could, you felt two strong arms wrap around your shoulders and pull you into an equally strong body. With the scent of expensive cologne and the familiarity of the rose-thorn tattoo wrapping around his forearm, you knew immediately that it was your boyfriend. Oblivious to the silent staredown between your lover and his rival, you continued to babble innocently.

“Oh hi, love! I was wondering where you were.” You commented, craning your neck up so that you could look at him. He would meet your gaze with a tight, unassuming smile on his lips, always a master of emotional disguise. The fire in his eyes, on the other hand, was undeniable. His smile was like a mask, meticulously crafted to conceal his true emotions, but it had begun to crack. You were no idiot. You could tell that he was upset. At what? You didn’t know.

“ . . . Were you now, liebchen?” You could not unhear the underlying malice that tainted his words, no matter how warm he tried to make his tone, nor could you ignore the cat-like narrowing of his eyes.

“Mhm! I was meaning to come back to you when Isagi and I started talking about ‘My Neighbor Toroto’, the Studio Ghibli movie!”

A stupid-looking movie. One that you still had yet to watch with Michael since every time you tried, he dismissed it with the notion of it appearing too childish for his tastes.

“Who knew that we had such similar tastes?!” You giggled as you turned to look back at Isagi, with Michael taking the opportunity to continue his malicious staredown at the striker. This time, he rested his head on top of your chin to prevent you from catching him.

“ . . . It that so?” His tone was grave, and his words were accentuated with a firm squeeze of your shoulders.

An awkward silence would ensue as neither man uttered a word, seemingly attempting to assert dominance over the other through mere looks alone, until it was abruptly broken by Raichi summoning Isagi. Once he was gone, you had little time to react as Michael's grip would release your shoulders, instead seizing your wrist to tug you along until the two of you were off the field and into the rest of the stadium.

“M-Michael?! What are you—”

“—Shut up.”

His tone was curt—rude—something that told you he demanded absolute silence, and you listened. There was hardly anyone on the way to the locker room since everyone had already filed into the arena and into their seats, and both teams had already taken the field. Once there, Michael dragged you inside, locked the door, and shoved your back against a locker’s steely face. In an instant, he was leaning over you, his forearm resting above your head while his other hand cupped your jaw, deft fingertips squeezing your cheeks as he forced his lips onto yours. It was passionate, possessive, and, above all, dominant, as if he refused to be opposed—as if he were trying to completely and irreparably erase Isagi’s name from your tongue. You adored it; his kingly persona was one of your favorite aspects of him. It was more reminiscent of his behavior on the field than anything else.

“Don’t ever look at him again.” He would mutter breathlessly against your lips, pulling away so that he could peer into your eyes—deep oceanics, half-lidded. His fingers squeezed your cheeks, causing your lips to pucker. Using this grip, he shook your head gently back and forth, relishing in the way your pretty eyes blinked up at him through your lashes. “Do you understand me, liebling?”

You nodded, your eyes wide and doe-like, just the way he liked them. A wolfish grin overtook his features, tapping your cheek twice with the hand that previously held you taut, “Good. Girl.” Both words were pronounced with a tap.

His lips were back on you, this time on the cheek he had lightly slapped. Soft brims kissed hot trails down your neck, becoming sloppy and possessive with each passing second. Sharp incisors and pointed canines would attack the sensitive flesh by the time he reached your collarbone, gnawing, lapping, and sucking at your delicate skin until he left deep marks and you mewling in his wake. Your digits went to grab his blonde tresses, threading your fingers through the soft strands, when his hand came to your wrist, snapping on the joint and pinning it beside your head against the locker.

The silent command was straightforward. Don’t touch him. This was a punishment.

Pulling away momentarily, he admired his handiwork. Your previously subtle flesh was now ridden with purplish and red blotches—some lined with teeth marks—all over your exposed neck and collarbones. You could not possibly hide them, especially since the two of you were now in public and all of your makeup had been left at home. Smirking triumphantly, he grabbed both of your shoulders and spun you around, pressing your chest and cheek against the smooth steel. It was at that moment that you caught the nameplate that was etched onto the locker: Isagi Yoichi.

Michael seemed to notice your realization, chuckling to himself as he flipped your skirt up above your ass, bringing his hand down on both of your cheeks once and then twice, making you croon each time. He ripped your panties down your thighs until they pooled around the backs of your knees, all the while reaching beneath his boxers and shorts to pull out his cock, which was already hard and tip drooling with pre. He wasted no time lining his cock up with your soft folds, pushing into you in one single, hard thrust that had your knees going weak and you nearly sobbing from the immense pleasure. He kept you steady by grabbing your bicep from behind, using his weight to press you against the locker.

“You feel it, don’t you, liebchen?” He grunted, thrusting shallowly and languidly against you as though he were trying to fit every inch and then some into you. “Feel how deep I am in this tight cunt? My pretty little pussy? Hm?” His other hand wrapped around your front, pressing right against your womb as his thrusts grew deeper—longer. Each drag of his cock along your walls was tantalizing, leaving you a whimpering, drooling mess. You could feel him in your tummy, your slightly chubby pocket of flesh on your lower abdomen pressing into his palm. His thrusts grew faster and more ravenous as they began to mimic the fire that had previously been ignited in him only moments prior on the field. It was almost as if he were trying to get you to feel how you made him feel—what you did to him to make him just so fucking crazy for you—and you did. Loud and clear.

Your voice echoed off the locker room's concrete walls like a mesmerizing siren's song, only for his ears to hear. Moans of pleasure, pleas for more, his balls slapping your clit, and your ass bouncing off his hips—it was all too much for you.

“M-Micha, I-I can’t! Too much, plea— AHN~! —please slow down!”

Your cries went unheeded; if anything, they seemed to fuel him to pummel your poor little pussy even harder, ramming you against the locker at an unforgiving pace. He used the arm he held in a vice grip as leverage, pounding into you like a battering ram at a pace that made your brain go numb and your body clench around him as you felt your orgasm approaching.

“You can and you will. No one could ever make you feel this good, could they? Hit that sweet—” He paused, hips stuttering, as he delivered a particularly rough and targeted thrust to the squishiest part of your walls, causing knees to buckle beneath you and cunt to gush around him. “—There it fucking is. Hit that sweet, sweet spot inside of you like I can, huh?”

“N-No! No one–mphf! No one but you, Micha!”

“Not even Isagi?”

“G-God, not even him!”

“Goddamn right, meine königin.”

You would finally come apart against the lockers as Michael let go inside of you, both of you breathlessly moaning in unison. One thing about Michael is that when he came, he came a lot. Every time, without fail, thick, hot ropes of steamy, milky cum invade your womb and bloat you full of his seed. It was heavy too. It was a miracle you had not gotten pregnant by now, given how much he would pump into you.

Even now, as he pulled out of you, thick globs of his white release would leak from your sopping cunt. However, before a single drop could spill to the floor, he moved to grab your panties, which were around your ankles, and pull them back into position to stop any more from escaping.

His hold on you would soften as he became aware that you were still frail from your adventures. He would tenderly spin you around so that his lips would again touch yours, this time more tenderly. Unfortunately, Ness's familiar voice calling you both—more specifically, Kaiser—through the door interrupted your enjoyment of the moment. You knew he had heard what had happened between the two of you—possibly even more—due to the stutter in his voice.

“Uh, a-are you two done in there? Kaiser, the game is going to start soon, and Noel is going to put that Hirori kid in your place if you aren’t on the field in the next two minutes.”

“The hell he will.” Michael grumbled against your lips, placing another quick peck on them before he finally pulled away.

“Duty calls, emperor.” You teased him, lightly pushing at his chest.

He caught your wrist and pulled you into him in a way that always made butterflies arise in your tummy. “Are you coming out there with me, dear?” It was clear from your quivering and unsteady legs that you weren’t going to be able to do any type of walking any time soon.

“Ah, such a hassle.” He commented playfully, scooping you up into his chest, bridal style. “The things you do to me~.”

SHIDOU RYUSEI

❥ this is ryusei we’re talking about here. the same man who’s not afraid to set someone on fire if they even so much as look at you. it should come as no surprise to anyone that he gets jealous easily. that being said, he’d never be one to admit it. instead, his jealousy presents itself in the form of possessiveness and protection. after all, you're his, and you know you’re his. ❥ think of him as a protective doberman, a perfect guard dog. if anyone, more specifically, a man gets too close to you, ryu will loom over you and all but glower, snarl, and howl curses his way until the male gets the hint or has his neck stomped on. ❥ you could not count the number of times you had to physically restrain him from knocking someone’s lights out, especially after that one foreigner asked you for directions and ryusei responded by grabbing him by the collar, strangling him, and barking at him to "get lost." ❥ oh and god forbid anyone dares to flirt with you. you’d need the strength of jesus and all of his disciples just to keep your murderous boyfriend at bay—even then, it might not be enough. ❥ it’s never immediate, though; it takes a minute for it to click in his head what’s going on. moreso, a moment of “is bro serious right now?”. when these moments occur, for once in his life, he’s silent. he looks between you and the fucker who has the audacity to approach you, his eyes narrowed in a glare promising lethality. it almost seems as though he is testing the waters to see if you will speak first or if he will have to. in the end, though, it’s always him. ❥ so what could possibly go wrong when he brings you to his u-20 team banquet?

Angry does not even begin to describe Ryusei's current state of mind. He was enraged—furious, even—by the events that had occurred earlier in the night. You see, the two of you have been together for a little over six months now. He enjoyed bragging about you, and you enjoyed being with him. You were his lock screen, the source of his brainrot, the majority of his entire instagram page, and the absolute apple of his eye. So it would only make sense that when he was made aware of his team banquet in celebration of their big game that he would invite you to come along with him, right? God, how he regretted that decision.

All eyes were on you two the moment you walked into the banquet. Because it was a formal occasion, you wore a sexy red gown with an open thigh slit similar to Jessica Rabbit’s and a deep v-cut that exposed your cleavage and ended just at the tip of your sternum. Not to mention that the back of the dress was low cut enough that your lower back dimples were visible to all. Needless to say, it was no surprise that you were the center of everyone's attention—despite the fact that some of the others had brought their girlfriends with them.

However, anyone who dared look at you for too long would be met with Ryusei’s fury—everyone except for Sae Itoshi, who stared shamelessly at you with desire burning in his eyes. Somehow, you hadn’t noticed this. Due to his high regard for him and the fact that he was the one who gave him a second chance at football in the first place, Ryusei felt as though he could not confront his junior about it. Not to mention that you and Sae already had a pre-existing friendship before the events of Blue Lock. The two of you were essentially inseparable throughout the entire evening, conversing, laughing, eating, and even drinking together while Ryusei was left behind to stew in his festering emotions.

You two have just returned to your apartment after what was a riveting night for you and a torturous one for Ryusei. Now that the two of you had returned home, shortly after locking the door, Ryusei would turn to you with his infamous grin on his face, but the predatory glint in his eyes told a completely different story. He was seething, his gaze piercing right through you.

"You and Sae seemed awfully close tonight, huh? Ya' never told me you two were so 'buddy, buddy'.”

You paused, gazing at your boyfriend with an incredulous stare as you picked up on his accusatory tone. He was, in a sense, correct. Even though you two got along really well that evening, all of your interactions were completely innocent. Considering that you two had been friends for as long as you could remember, this was the first time you had seen him since junior high, when he left for Madrid. What were you supposed to do? Ignore him the entire time?

"What do you mean, Ryu~?" You would inquire, calling him by his nickname in a way that came close to disarming him, but he remained steadfast and scowled as he observed you take your heels off of your slender feet and set them on the shoe rack next to the door.

"You know damn well what I mean, sweetness. He'd retort back, his hands becoming stuffed in the pockets of his slacks as he towered above you. "You can put on your whole innocent 'I was just being nice' act all you want, but I’m no idiot, Y/N."

I’d beg to differ. You thought as you sauntered further into your shared apartment, the buzz of the alochol in your system flickering in and out as Ryusei began to sour your mood. You could hear him following you from behind you due to the sound of his socks shuffle across the wooden floors, much to your dismay.

“We’re just friends, Ryu.” Exasperated, you sighed and made your way to the master bedroom with every intention of taking off this dress and your makeup, taking a hot shower, and then going to sleep.

“Oh, just friends~!” He mimicked your tone crudely, his quick palm darting forth to snatch your elbow to prevent you from moving further. He whirled you around with surprising strength, shoving you backwards into the wall beside your shared bedroom non-too-kindly, drawing a gasp from your lips. His hand seized your jaw, slender digits squeezing harshly against your bones, making you whine aloud. He leaned closer to you, the tip of his nose brushing against your own at the scent of faint alcohol and mint wafted onto your face. “Don’t play coy with me, attention whore. I saw how you looked at him all night—practically eye-fucking him."

There was an undeniable fire in his eyes, accentuated by his downturned brows. His fuschia irises burned into yours as your eyelids narrowed into thin slits, boring into the core of your being. Sharp canines and pearly incisors were slightly exposed as his upper lip curled into an angry snarl. Excitement gathered between your legs as your 6'2" lover scowled down at you, forcing you to unavoidably squeeze your thighs together—an action that didn’t go unnoticed by Ryusei.

“Ohoho, what do we have here?” He commented, his knee sliding between your thighs as a ferocious grin spread across his lips. Due to the height difference between you, his knee was perfectly positioned against your panty-clad folds, causing your clit to needily throb against him. “Could it be that you did this on purpose, you little minx? Got me all hot an’ riled up just so that I could fuck ya’ up a little bit, huh?”

The hand on your jaw moved down to your neck, his lithe digits wrapping around it before squeezing. With each passing second, his grip would grow more unforgiving. Your delicate hands encircled his wrist, your back curved into his chest from the wall behind you, and your hips jolted across his knee, eliciting a contented moan from your lips. That was sufficient proof to him that you were, in fact, becoming aroused by this.

“Dirty little bitch.” He growled, a chuckle rising from his lips, before closing the gap between you two and smashing his lips against yours. It was rough, filthy, and full of teeth and tongues smashing against one another in a desire-filled exchange between two people who were both far too ravenous for their own good. Your hands were all over him, and he was all over you until his large palms came to rest on the backs of your thighs and hoisted you into the air, causing you to squeal against his mouth. His brims smirked against yours as he carried you over to your shared bed and placed you atop your silken sheets and plush mattress.

He was on top of you again before you could react, his deft fingers grasping the arms of your dress and pulling it down your body in one smooth stroke, leaving you completely nude before him. He tossed his head back, groaning at the sight of your body and sinful curves, feeling himself practically straining against his boxers. He wasted no time stripping out of his own clothes before diving back onto you, his tongue and pointed canines making quick work of the delicate flesh of your collar bones and neck, leaving visible marks in his wake. While doing so, his hands snatched greedy handfuls of your breasts, squeezing and groping at the engorged sacks as cunning fingers pulled your nipples taut. You keened under his body, fingers grabbing at the roots of his hair and tugging, a silent plea for him to give you more—one he heeded with a few particularly rough slaps to your breasts.

“Greedy slut.” He snarled, rising to tower over you once again, calloused fingers massaging the plump skin of your breasts that he had just brutalized. “Y’want more, huh? I’ll fuckin’ give ya more.”

Sliding off of the bed, he grabbed you by your ankles to take you with him and flipped you around so that you were on your stomach. Assuming he wanted you on your hands and knees, you began to rise to your knees, however, he placed a fiery smack on your rear that had you crying out in both pain and pleasure.

“Nuh uh, keep that pretty ass down here, baby. I’ll fuck ya just like this.” He muttered through gritted teeth, pulling you back down so that your toes bore most of your weight on the floor and you were still pressed flat against the mattress.

Before you could regain your composure, you felt Ryusei pressing a hand firmly against your lower back and his cock sliding into your wet folds in one full push. You gasped, already breathless from the intrusion and the feeling of being so full that you didn’t even know what to do with yourself. You sank against the sheets, your fists balling the material next to your head as you moaned curses into the sheets.

“Nah, baby, that won’t do.” His fingers threaded themselves through the root of your hair, forcing your head up from the bed. “Let me hear how I make this pretty pussy feel, yeah?”

“R-Ryu, y-you’re too big—”

“—The hell I fuckin’ am.” His pace increased, becoming brutal and unrelenting. Every time his hips touched yours, you felt him miraculously strike deeper and deeper areas within you, bullying his fat cock in and out of your helpless cunt as if he were trying to punish you. He was.

“Bet if—ngh! Bet if I was fuckin’ Sae, this pussy would take his cock with no problem, huh? Y’wish it was him fucking you, baby?”

He was barbaric and cruel, channeling every ounce of rage and jealousy into his furious thrusts that pistoned into you within an inch of your life. You enjoyed every second of it. Your mouth remained agape, drool threatening to pool over your soft brims as a chorus of unapologetically pleasured cries and moans escaped your open maw. Without even trying, he hit every spot inside of you as though he knew you in and out—no one would ever be able to replicate how his cock made you feel, not in a million years. That’s one of things you loved most about you.

A sharp smack to your rear snapped you from your fucked-out haze, a cry escaping your lips as Ryusei used the grip on your hair to yank your body flesh against his chest, his lips snarling into your ear, “Answer me, bitch.” He snarled through clenched teeth as his thrusts grew erratic, sloppy even. The distinct pleasure moans he used to emit between his words had evolved into almost feral snarls and grunts, as if you were being ravaged by a beast rather than your lover.

“Tell me the truth, you wish you had another cock fucking you this good, huh? Making you— fuuuck! Making you gush around this big dick, huh, princess?”

“N-Noo, ah~! O-Only want you, Ryu! I only want you!” You babbled through tears of overstimulation as the hand that was previously grabbing your hair was now holding your neck, pressing you taut against him.

“Yeah? Y’love me and my cock that much, sweets?”

“Oh God, yes! I-I only love you, Ryusei! O-Only you, baby!”

“Thaat’s my fuckin’ girl. G’on. Make a mess on me, pretty.”

By the time you gushed around his cock, you were hardly able to stand. Ryusei's powerful arms helped you maintain your balance so he could finish the last few thrusts inside of you before coming undone, spilling ropes of hot milky cum inside of your dripping cunt. The sheer volume of it was too much for you to hold, squelching around his cock as he now languidly thrust inside of you, fucking you both through your highs.

When he was completely spent, he let go of you and pulled away, letting you fall gently to the mattress beneath you. He collapsed beside you onto his back with one arm covering your back and the other resting on his forehead as you writhed around lazily in the moment. Even though he usually could not think of anything other than falling asleep and how great his orgasm felt after having sex with you, you could tell by the unmistakable pinch of his brows and his intent gaze on the ceiling that he was still thinking about something.

“Somethin’ the matter?” You inquired softly, concerned by his sudden silence. You fashioned an arm pillow to rest your head on while looking at him. He didn’t look at you, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly in his throat. “. . . Did you mean it?”

Now it was your turn for your brows to furrow as confusion etched itself onto your features. You pushed yourself up onto your elbows so that you could at least meet his gaze, to which his fuschia hues would give in and finally meet your own. He looked bashful, unsure—it was unlike him. If you squinted, you were certain that you could make out the faint tint of pink tinging his cheeks. His gaze darted away from your own and off to some random corner of the room.

“Yanno . . . about lovin’ me.”

A wave of emotions came over you when you realized that, as you were at your highest, you had unintentionally confessed to him. A sudden warmth filled your heart and permeated every fiber of your being, spreading like a delicate dance of butterflies in your stomach. You said you loved him. Every word you said was genuine.

You shuffled over on the bed so that you could climb partially on top of him, resting your head on his shoulder as you guided his head to meet your gaze again, your thumb gently stroking his cheek. “Of course, I meant it, Ryusei. I love you now, and I always will.”

His eyes held a tenderness that you did not even know he was capable of, his gaze softened, and his brows rose as if he had been suddenly struck with love. He loved you just as much as you loved him.

“What was that, babe?”

“I said I love you, Ryusei—”

“—I know.” He grinned suddenly and cheekily as he encircled you in a bear hug, squeezing you into his arms and pulling you up onto his naked form. “I just wanted ta’ hear ya say it again.”

“. . . I love you too, Y/N.”

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