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dragonseeds · 9 months

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love and light to everyone but if i see one more post that’s like “the point of asoiaf is that feudalism is BAD” i’m going to rip out my hair and start eating dirt and worms. like yes, it is bad. yes, monarchies are bad. yes so true it’s annoying when people ignore all of that and focus on who they think deserves the throne more. but that’s not the point—that is the premise? it’s the beginning of the exploration and deconstruction. functionally this system is rigid (specifically in terms of gender and class) and horrifically violent: so what it’s really like to live in it? to try to be a hero, a knight, to be a lady in a world where your body belongs to your family, your lord, your order? is it possible to be a good person in a hierarchal world like this, with such vast power imbalances woven throughout it and every relationship and interaction that you have informed by that? how do you navigate that imbalance in order to have meaningful relationships—can you every truly do it? and who decides what is good? how do you know if it’s truly right or it just felt right because it’s what you wanted to do? what about the people who have no name, no family, no order: what happens to them? don’t they matter? what if in a lifetime of looking the other way or actively causing others harm, you do a few things—maybe one thing—that’s objectively good: does it mean anything? does it matter, even if no one ever knows? what if the best thing you ever did broke every vow you made, every law that governs your society? how do you live with that dissonance?

what’s it like to be a ruler, to be a king or queen—is it possible to be a good one in such an unequal system? to wield power justly? who decides what is just? who decides who should rule? at which point does the amount of power someone can have cross the line into too much? is it when you stop trying to figure out how to use it correctly and worry only about how to keep it? if holding onto it costs you everything, your family and all your relationships, is it still worth it? what if having that much power available is necessary to the survival of your people, maybe even your world, but when it’s misused the carnage left behind is beyond articulation—is it still worth it? are the lives it saves worth the lives it took? how do you measure that? who carries the weight of that choice and how? how do you live with it? how do you go on living in a world that can be harsh and cruel and unfair, a world where your good intentions and your personhood seem to matter very little in the face of someone else’s greed or when compared to the yoke of your duty? and the questions never stop and the answers when and if they come are rarely easy, but the point is that you keep asking and keep trying because that’s what it means to be alive lol

#went into my for you tab but some of those things were not for me actually #the ‘[whatever] is BAD’ pov is a totally understandable reaction to ppl fighting over the iron throne i do get that #but it’s SO reductive and especially since hotd aired i see it everywhere #and it’s like that’s not the point?? the point is… what are aragorn’s tax policies. u know?#also. it’s very much possible to recognize the flaws of the system and still feel frustrated for say rhaenyra or rhaenys or cersei #also fr if u actually read this i hope it was in the voice of jonathan frakes #asoiaf #txt

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jeiyuuen · 5 months

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I will never be normal about the fact that all the times Law got involved with Luffy, it's on his own accord. He stayed back in Sabaody, and I'm sure he should know how that's going to look like. Then in Marineford, he saves Luffy when there's virtually no reason to... Then in Punk Hazard, it's him who suggests they form an alliance (friendship!!!) to take down one of the Four Emperors (BIG ADVENTURE!!!!).

Law willingly walked right into Luffy's orbit, looking straight at him. He counted on Luffy to be insane and strong enough to go along with him in taking down an Emperor, but he couldn't have imagined that Luffy could love him that much, that quick for the latter to not let go in Dressrosa.

#Luffy considers him NAKAMA #It's very fun trying to think of things from a Luffy pov because of how simple and ridiculous(/pos) he is #lawlu #trafalgar law #monkey d luffy #jeiyu txt #This is NOT the last time I will be thinking about this

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monster-toy · 1 year

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A Shadow in the Mirror (A shadow monsterXreader fic) 🛑18+ Content Minors DNI🛑

Rating: Explicit | Pairings: NB/Reader | Warnings: somno

Contains: Somno, oral sex, overstim, multiple orgasms, breeding, tentacles, bondage, penetrative sex

Description: You bought a new mirror from an antique store and it came with a little surprise inside.

Note: hello friends this is my first like big writing post here sooo sorry if i fuck it up 😅 anyways hope you enjoy!

The shadow monster watches you, as they always do. They have been since you brought them home in a mirror from a thrift store a month ago. At first it was just from the mirror, watching as you fixed your hair, tidied your room, and slept. You sleeping was their favorite time to watch you. They would slide out of the mirror then, just a liquid shadow flowing across your floor. Their long, ever-shifting body would pull up alongside your bed, dark red eyes level with yours. Their jaws opened and long, impossibly long teeth stretched down their jaw. Thick claws raised, poised just over your chest. They lunged, razor teeth aimed for your neck and-

They paused, merely a hair’s breadth away from your skin. Their long tongue unfurled from their mouth and tasted you softly. A shiver of delight ran down their liquid form. Oh how sweet you tasted, oh how delicious of a meal you would be..and yet. And yet their jaws didn’t snap around you, their claws didn’t bury themselves in your chest. No. They slithered back to their mirror, to observe you more.

A week passed before the monster tried again. They slithered out of their mirror and to your bed yet again. They watched you carefully, your limbs splayed across the mattress, you were on your back and the blanket was flung to the floor. You were in the perfect position to eat. Their claws dragged lightly up your exposed thigh, my how soft and delicate your skin was. They breathed your scent deeply near a pulse point in your throat. My, how delicious you smelled, so sweet. Their tongue tasted you again, they had craved your taste all week, their mouth watering at the mere thought. And now-now they had a different idea in mind. You were too good to kill in one fatal blow, no you tasted too good. They needed to taste you more, to ensure you were ready to be feasted upon. Their claws made quick work of your meger pajamas and finally, all your soft, intoxicating skin lay bare before them. They licked their lips and bared their teeth. Oh, how appetizing you looked, bathed in moonlight.

They set to work slowly, languidly. Their tongue ran agonizingly slow down your sleeping body, tasting every inch of you. They lapped at your nipples, intrigued by the response they got as they did so. Your breath hitched, making them dive beneath the bed. But no, you were still asleep. They returned to their excursion, now intrigued by the responses they could draw from your sleeping form. They drew circles around each of your nipples, watching them stiffen and your back arch slightly off the bed. They lick broad strokes across your chest, red eyes flickering up to your face to see you gasp and squirm more. So interesting. They moved on, licking down to your stomach and lower still. As they reach your hips, tongue following your hip bones, you whine again, hips jolting up. Oh? Another spot? They pause and run their long tongue over your hips and down the delicate skin on the inside of your thighs. More whines and moving, your hand grabbing at the sheets.

As they went to move on a new, sweeter smell gave them pause. They lifted their mouth from your thighs to see your pussy, wet and shiny. And oh it smelled divine! If your skin was this sweet then your pussy must be made out of pure sugar. With a small, eager growl they lunge forward, greedily burying their tongue into your dripping hole. Your response is so loud, they tense but don’t move, your pussy is too sweet, too delectable to move. Their claws grip your hips as they feast on your pussy, licking and sucking and damn near eating it. Their long tongue pushes its way fully into you and they moan, you’re so tight and wet and taste divine. It’s like nothing they’ve ever had before and they have eaten a lot of people.

They drive their tongue in and out of you, nearly feral on just your taste alone. You’re moaning and panting above them, squirming and theisting your hips in your sleep, shoving them deeper and deeper into you. The shadow pools its liquid form around you to keep your body still, claws digging into your hips. They pull back from tongue-fucking you, face wet and glistening. Two liquid tendrils slither forward to hold your pussy open as they flick their tongue across your clit. You moan loudly above them and another tendril snakes out to shove itself into your mouth. Fuck that feels good too, they’ll have to explore that later. They broaden their tongue and drag it slowly up and down your clit, watching your body try to meet them and then shy away as they relent you with it. It’s fascinating, the way your body reacts to them, your pussy dripping as they suck and lick you. You’re breathing faster, harder, body squirming and humping more and more until- a loud cry, muffled by the tentacle shoved in your mouth. They watch your pussy flutter around nothing, gasping.

And then you stiffen and start to thrash. Screaming again muffled by the tentacle you start to gag on. The shadow monster leans over your face and sees you're awake. Oh shit. You saw them, they waver, it's too late to dive under the bed now. You saw them. Well, they might as well make the best of it. The shadow monster grins, impossibly wide mouth with impossibly long teeth glinting with your wetness smeared all over it. You’re horrified, scared, and so fucking wet??? The monster latches itself onto one of your tits, sucking and licking your nipple. You groan and lift your chest up. The monster sucks hard enough to leave a mark before moving back down to your pussy. You’re trapped, their liquid shadowy body somehow holding you down and there’s a tentacle shoved in your mouth. But, it wasn’t trying to hurt you, it was just a horny shadow monster. Best to let it have its way with you and live than try to fight and get actually eaten.

Their tongue was back in your pussy, and they were doing their best to reach your cervix with it, just how long was it? It felt impossible that it could go that deep, how was it so big? They ran their tongue across your g-spot and you saw stars, moaning loudly around the tentacle. The monster paused before doing it again, and again, and again. Your body was jerking, each pass a lighting bolt through you. You’re already so sensitive from coming earlier and this constant assault on your g-spot is becoming too much. They press down on it and you’re gone. You scream around the tentacle as you thrash, your pussy clamping down on their tongue. Trembles rack your body as you come back down, gasping and whimpering. The monster pulls their tongue from you with an obscenely wet sound. And then you feel something else enter you. It's also long and wiggly, but more firm and rounded than their tongue. And it starts to thrust in and out at a brutal pace. Oh, oh it’s another tentacle. You moan as it rams the tentacle in and out, jamming it against your cervix. Fuck, it’s so deep, deeper than you’ve ever felt anything go inside you.

Your fingers claw at the shadowy liquid surrounding you, wanting at least your arms free. The monster moves, releasing you. Your hands fly down instantly to grab at it. The monster feels like how you picture a cloud, soft, barely there and cold. Your fingers claw at them for purchase and they rail into you mercilessly. You’re screaming and crying around them, it’s too much, they’re too much. Your body is thrashing as much as it can under the liquid trapping you to the bed, your arms the only freely moving part of you. And still the monster fucks you, with a lazer focus and aim and hits your g-spotnwith each thrust, battering your cervix. Your pussy is so sensitive, so used already that each thrust feels like you’re about to cum. And then the tentacle in your mouth starts to move, thrusting slowly and carefully at first. It pulls out slowly and your scream pierces the air. They ram it back into your mouth, pushing it down your throat. You gag, fingers scrambling. They pull back, teasing your tongue with it before pushing back down your throat. All the while still drilling into your pussy.

They fuck your mouth and throat, alternating the thrusts so you’re always full, for what feels like hours. You cum countless times, your body exhausted and your voice totally lost. All you can do is whimper and whine feebly through your orgasms, each one more drawn out than the last. Finally, they pull their tentacle from your mouth, and the one in your pussy stills. You lift your head up weakly to see their blazing red eyes staring down at you. And then, their body shudders, the tentacle in your pussy convulses and something is filling you. The monster groans, the only noise they’ve made this whole time as they continue to fill your pussy. It takes probably a good five minutes before they finish, they pull the tentacle out and you feel something leak out of you. The monster then slithers across your floor and back into your mirror. Too terrified and tired to move or even think about what the monster going to the mirror means, you reach down to see what is leaking out of you. You pull your hand back up to see thick cum. You groan and roll your weak body onto your side, you’ll deal with the monster cum in you after a nap.

#nsft #monsterfucker #tetarophillia #tentacles #smut #writing #is this anything?#i wrote this over two sessions and you can tell #oh well #also pov? whats that ig #txt

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sunmisbf · 27 days

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they’re so… 😭😭😭😭😭😭

#literally LET ME INNNNN i need to be friends w them #the first part is literally like pov: ur getting jumped by xiaojun yangyang n kun of wayv #in the 2nd part they’re having having their chicas sexis moment.. slayed #the way hendery keeps going even when everyone is walking away skdksks😭 the party ended 20 minutes ago n my boy is still here…#.txt

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definitelynotshouting · 4 months

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friends, romans, countryman....... i go now to officially start watching grian's ep of s10 🫡🫡🫡 i'll see u guys in about one business hour (or sooner if i cannot contain myself from posting)

#shouting speaks #grian #hermitcraft #hermitcraft s10 #IM SO UNGODLY EXCITED #I HAVE LIKE 10 VIDEOS TO GET THRU OF DIFFERENT POVS AKDBWKDBKSJD #also dw i will tag as spoilers if i post abt them in detail #txt

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sharksliveontrains · 9 months

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#connoreatspants #jschlatt #smplive #liveblr #took me ages to find a photo of them bc i only watched their povs #anywhos #txt

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andthedaysthatnevercame · 9 months

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actually ten was pushing martha away because he was scared if he got too attached he would lose her and it would hurt all over again— stop screaming— but despite this, he still can’t help himself and goes out of his way to make martha want to stay and every time that she— I SAID STOP SCREAMING— every time that she has an opportunity to leave he pushes so hard against it, even inviting her along again in the s3 finale and when she reappears in s4. this is because he feels so innately drawn to her, and you can even see how much they parallel each other when— STOP sticking your fingers through the cage bars, i’m trying to fucking explain—

#pov i’m holding u hostage #tenmartha #martha jones #tenth doctor #doctor who #[i'll save you]#.txt

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dracula-enthusiast · 8 months

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there is no if, just and.

#i might seem crazy for thsi but trust me trust me the lyrics r so literal here #but also from a chainshippibg pov they (the lyrics) have me in anguish #.txt #chainshipping #adam stanheight #lawrence gordon #saw 2004 #saw #also the song is there is no if by the cure btw <3 #off of the album bloodflowers from 2000 its wonderful u should listen <3 #saw posting

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afterdarkwithcoffee · 3 months

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Thinking about being bitten by a vampire and bracing yourself for the pain

And it does hurt, like the old romance books say losing your virginity hurts

But it's like the old romance books in other ways too

It's not the pain alone that brings you to your knees

That digs your fingernails into the body pressing into you

That opens your mouth, that closes your eyes, and helps you feel the moan leaving your throat

You cling, you tremble, your hips thrusting forward seeking relief from the shattering need within your body

And the vampire understands

A knee presses between your legs and you aren't even thinking anymore. You could be anywhere right now, even in a crowded room, and it wouldn't matter, you hump so shamelessly, so needfully, so naturally

You are so alive in this moment, alive and writhing in the grasp of the undead

You are so unspeakably beautiful. And you always will be, to the one drinking from you

Release shatters you again. You can't even scream, tears dripping from your eyes like the blood from your neck. You slump, dizzy, breathless, and the vampire catches you. Everything feels so wonderful as you drift off to sleep, too exhausted to stay awake

You have no idea - none whatsoever - of the thousand dark thoughts spinning through the vampire's mind as they cradle your soft, warm, living, breathing, body. How lucky they are. How lucky you are.

They're never, ever, letting you go. Even death won't succeed in taking you away

(inspired by the 50s era Hollywood-ish erotica story I'm working on)

#smut writing #smut fiction #reader pov smut #vampire nsft #vampire smut #vampire x human #vampire lover #nsft txt #nsft community

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pregtboy · 1 year

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taking a pregnant boy from behind, his belly so big it can rest atop the table you're fucking him against

#making memories on every piece of furniture in the house before the house gets filled up with babies #grabbing his belly and promising to keep him big n pregnant like this #only the start of a big big family 🥰#txt #mine #pregnancy kink #tmpreg #boy #domestic #big family #constant preg #multiples #dom pov

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whats-tasty-in-busan · 10 months

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After dance practice: Yeonjun smut

Warnings: Implied relations, SMUT, Possessive, Extreme detail because I’m whipped, Fingering, Penetration, I did mess up and make this first person but it’s my first time so I’m sorry. May write more and take suggestions if this does well (Will actually change tense next time but I’m lazy). Idol! Yeonjun x nonidol reader

Word Count: 2.6k

A loud exasperated sigh filled the apartment shortly after the door clicked shut. I rose to my feet, letting them guide me to the origin of the sound. A soft smile formed on my face, watching the man before me lean a hand against the wall, kicking up his shoes. I found my own shoulder resting against the wall, watching the man, unbeknownst to him.

He jumped slightly, finally meeting my gaze, “What are you still doing up?” He pushed off the wall, finally ridding himself of his shoes. He didn’t break eye contact as he slid off his jacket, letting it cascade along the back of the couch.

“I couldn’t sleep.” I shrugged, turning my body each step he took. I wanted to keep him in my field of vision. His eyes were slightly low, drowsy from the long day he had. His hair was a disheveled mess, slightly messing up towards his black bangs.

I couldn’t help the small smile that formed on my face as I pushed off the wall, walking towards the man, now sitting on the arm of our shared couch. I let my fingers run through his hair, attempting to fix the mess it had become.

“Seems as if you were dancing too hard.” I chuckled, moving my fingers through his slightly damp hair.

“I always dance too hard. You should know that by now.” Yeonjun chuckled softly, I felt his hands rest just above my hips, squeezing them lightly. Though my clothes separated his touch on my bare skin, I could still vividly feel every bend and crevice his hand made against me. The way his fingertips meshed to my skin while his thumbs rubbed soft circles on my side.

Yeonjun’s eyes were bright as I stared into them. His brown eyes sparkled like fireworks were going off in the background. A goofy smile rested on his lips, only showing a glimpse of his teeth.

It was silent, but it was anything but awkward. It almost felt normal, getting lost in his eyes. Except this time, a strange aroma of lust filled the room. Yeonjun could just look at me and I’m enraptured. Though it feels like he always starts this, I don’t stop myself from leaning in, letting my lips touch him.

My hands find perch on his shoulders as I move closer to his seated form. Everytime I kiss this man, it’s like the first time. Yeonjun’s lips are cracked slightly, but smooth nonetheless. Our once soft kiss slowly becomes deeper as he pulls me towards him. We break apart for a moment, giggling as we fall onto the couch, our eyes meeting once again.

This time, he is the first to move in, capturing my lips in his as he props himself up on his free arm while the other holds my cheek. His hands are soft against my face, making me fall deeper for this man.

A soft moan escaped my mouth, feeling his teeth bite and pull on my lower lip. I let him in, his tongue exploring my mouth. His mouth tasted like strawberry and I couldn’t restrain myself from letting my tongue meet his.

Yeonjun and I both tended to be competitive, regardless of the activity. Even now, our tongues maneuvered from one mouth to the other, picking up to a quicker pace. The room started to feel hot and clothes restricting. I felt him sit up, pushing me back onto the couch as he took his place on top of me.

Yet, we never broke apart. It was like we were addicted to each other, craving each other, needing each other. Everything was hazy as I was lost in his kiss. I only managed to snap out of it when I felt his cold fingertips gliding underneath my shirt.

Yeonjun’s hands moved agonizingly slow. I wanted to grip his hand and move it up to my breasts, but I’m not the type to give in so easily, even if I wanted to. While he took his time, I took mine, letting my hands move down his shoulders to his chest. I cursed at the fact he wore such a loose shirt, restricting me from the beauty underneath. If I could I would rip it right off.

Another moan escaped my lips when he finally touched me. His hands gently squeezed my breasts, making sure to pay most of his attention to the sharp peaks of my nipples. The way his fingers gently twisted and twirled around the sensitive part of them made me clench around nothing. I found myself gliding my own hands up his shirt, letting my hands start from his chest and move down the slight curve of his stomach.

As much as I ached to do this, I stopped kissing him for a moment, my breath already gone from the intense moments we shared,

Yeonjun, on the other hand, didn’t waste a moment. I whined as he removed one of his hands from my breast and moved my hair out of the way.

“Someone sounds needy.” A smirk formed on his lips. I watched as his tongue swept over his lips as he caught sight of my neck. A tsk escaped his lips and his head shook slightly.

“Looks like I need to rebrand you.” A shiver ran down my spine, feeling Yeonjun touch the fading hickeys he had left some time ago. I couldn’t respond before I was back to a moaning mess, feeling his plump lips against my neck. I found myself gripping his hips and moving them closer, aching to feel something, anything against my dripping core.

“Junnie.” A whine escaped my lips, feeling his teeth bite down harshly on the skin. I couldn’t contain the moans he caused me to make, moving his hand from my breast and moving it down to my hips. He gently pulled them, making me grind against him. My hands found solace in his dark hair. It had grown longer, forming a mullet that I couldn’t get enough of.

“Fuck I love sweatpants.” I couldn’t stop myself. The loose article of clothing and Yeonjun’s lack of underwear made the most mouthwatering sight. His erection was on full display behind those grey sweatpants, making my brain fill with all the things he could do.

A low chuckle escaped from Yeonjun, pulling back slightly, “Seems I’m not the only one excited.” With swift movements, Yeonjun ripped my shirt over my head, putting his lips back on my skin. He moved down slowly from my neck to my chest, replacing the motions his hands once made with his tongue.

I found myself gripping his hair tightly, feeling as his hand slid down my shorts. I felt my cheeks turn red at how much I wished he was inside me.

“Junnie.” A loud whine escaped my lips, feeling one of his fingers slide up my entrance, teasing me more than he could know. I couldn’t stop my hips from moving, wanting to feel more of his hand.

“You almost sound ungrateful.” A smirk was plastered on his face as he removed his lips from my breasts. The sight before me was sickeningly perfect. His hair was even more messy from me gripping onto it. His eyes were dark, but still held that spark behind them. His lips were wet and shined underneath the light. The only way this picture could be more perfect would be for him to strip out of everything he had on. Yet, the way his erection poked through his sweats made me even more turned on.

My eyes moved back to his, feeling the hand that was just down my pants move to my neck, his index finger and thumb sitting right below the corners of my jaw. I could feel my own wetness against his hands as my heartbeat quickened. The smirk he had on his face had turned more devious than before.

“You aren’t ungrateful right?” Yeonjun raised an eyebrow. God did I love when he got like this. Something about that look in his eye had given me shivers and made me ache even more.

“I’m so grateful.” A moan escaped from my mouth, watching as he removed his hand for just a moment, using it to take off his shirt before quickly replacing it.

“That means you’ll be a good girl, right? My good girl.” Yeonjun leaned in closer, searching my eyes for any hint of hesitation or uncomfort. We had always discussed safewords before, but none were needed.

“Y-yes. Please. I’ll be your good girl.” I whimpered, aching to feel even just his hand. His lips crashed against mine. His tongue didn’t hesitate to go inside mine. I moaned against his lips, feeling him change from his right hand on my neck to his left. The way his fingertips moved down my body and back into my pants made me arch my back.

I felt two of his fingers slowly begin to enter inside of me. The pace was agonizingly slow. His thumb rubbed circles against my clit, sending me into a state of ecstasy as he started moving his fingers at a faster past. I pulled away from his addicting lips once more, a fucked out look already in my eyes as I stared at his smirking face. He enjoyed watching me come undone below him.

I moved my hands down his chest once more, before bringing it back up to my own lips. I didn’t break eye contact with him as I spit in my own hand. I used my other hand to move the waistband of his sweatpants, allowing my other access to the one thing I was craving most.

His own moan escaped his lips as I let my hands move slowly from base to tip, making sure to treat him just as he treated me. He fought to keep his hips still, stuttering slightly as he sped up his own hand movements.

“I want you so bad.” I moaned, making sure his dick was nice and sleek before I began stroking him.

“I always want you, baby.” Yeonjun moaned softly, bucking his own hips as he grew impatient with the slow speed.

“What are you waiting for, Choi? Take me then.” A rush of confidence flooded me, a smirk forming on my face as I halted my movements. I felt him twitch in my hands, his beautiful lips parted slightly at my words.

Within a moment it was like a switch went off in Yeonjun’s head, his eyes becoming hooded and a similar smirk formed on his lips, “Are you sure you can handle me? Last time, you were a bit… messy.”

“And here I thought you liked it.” I raised an eyebrow challenging him.

“I wanted to make sure you knew what you’re getting into.” Yeonjun pecked my lips before sitting up on his knees. A rush of cold air hit me as he ripped my shorts away in a quick move. He threw them somewhere behind him, most likely to be found the next morning.

Within a flash, he was back on top of me, lips pressed harshly against mine as his tongue invaded my mouth. I let my hands get caught in his messy black hair, tugging at the longer strands by the back of his neck.

A moan escaped my lips, feeling his fingers thrusting roughly into me as his thumb rubbed my clit. I gripped his hair tighter, more moans pouring out of my mouth and into his as I was lost in his movements. His lips detached from mine, reattaching to my neck once again.

“Mhm Junnie I’m close.” My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath, but only more breathless moans escaped my lips. His hair tickled the side of my face as he slowly pulled his head back. His lips looked so soft as they curled into a side smirk, watching me as I came undone, eyes squeezing shut.

“Keep your eyes on me, baby.” Yeonjun pecked my lips again, his eyes glistening as I looked at him, not daring to blink my eyes as I finished on his hand. I bucked my hips, feeling him slow his thrusting fingers down, pulling them out. He didn’t move his eyes from mine as he put his index and middle finger into his mouth.

The act was so lewd, but riled something inside me. I found myself arching my back, yearning for him more.

Yeonjun released his fingers from his mouth, pulling me up to a sitting position and putting his lips on mine once more. I felt him shift as I held my arms around his neck, slowly laying down again with him on top of me.

A loud moan escaped my lips, feeling him enter inside of me. A sweet yes sickening sloshing sound filled the room as he thrusted in and out, rolling his hips against me. I could only stare as the gorgeous man before me placed his lower lip between his teeth.

I watched as Yeonjun squeezed his eyes shut, getting into the rhythm he and I both enjoyed.

“Jjunie.” His name escaped my lips in an exasperated moan. If I could replay one moment forever, it would be this. The way he slowly opened his eyes from their scrunched form. The siren eyes he bore into mine made me fall deeper into his trap.

The pure look of ecstasy on his face was enough to send me over the edge, but I held it in. I gripped onto his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin. A deep moan emitted from him, a reaction to the mixture of pain and pleasure he was feeling.

“You’re so beautiful. Looking all fucked out after just a few minutes.” Yeonjun moaned out, enjoying the sight before him. He increased his pace, desperately chasing the high he was close to, “So beautiful. All mine.”

“All yours.” I reassured, wanting to close my own eyes from the knot forming in my stomach. Even though Yeonjun didn’t say a word, his eyes told me not to look away.

I opened my mouth, but it took a minute for the words to come out, “Baby I-”

“I know, baby, me too.” Yeonjun chewed on his lip once again as moans threatened to spill out. I felt my back arch into him and my eyes shutting involuntarily as I came undone around him. My chest heaved as he still thrusted inside of me.

Not long after, Yeonjun pulled out and came on my stomach. He rested on one of his arms that was placed next to my head. Heavy pants filled the room as no words needed to be said. A soft smile formed on Yeonjun’s face as he laid down on top of me. I felt his arms snake around me and roll us over so we were both on our sides and facing each other.

I couldn’t look away from his eyes, the eyes that always captured my attention. They looked so bright, I couldn’t help but send a goofy smile back his way.

A soft chuckle escaped Yeonjun as he pulled me close. I found myself buried in his chest, becoming engulfed by his scent.

Yeonjun was like a drug. Every second I spent with him only made me want more. Every minute he was gone, I could only think about when he would be back. The man before me had me wrapped around his finger and he may not even know it. But something just tells me that he does know. But perhaps he is wrapped around mine the same way.

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