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⚠︎ WARNiNGS | Smut (18+), Dilf! Aged Up! Stepfather! Jaehyun, Infidelity, Loss of Virginity, Unprotected Sex, Daddy Kink, Nipple Play, Slight Breeding Kink, Mentions of Dacryphilia

With a dramatic huff, you fell on Mr. Jung's bed sitting right on his thigh. “I heard you and mom last night.” You frowned.

“Yeah?” he said, one of his eyebrows cocked up in question.

You blinked a few times, trying to pinpoint your thoughts until you got it.

“Was that your attempt at making me jealous?” you asked with a tiny gasp and a pout at the end.

Mr. Jung Jaehyun blinked several times. You were so naïve to realize you were correct. And, he was too corrupt to admit your truth.

“Oh, c’mon now, angel,” he said, his fingers lifting your shirt slowly, “don’t be like that.”

He chuckled when he’d successfully removed your shirt and your panties—the only clothing you wore, “I bet you wish I was fuckin’ you, huh.”

Honestly, you were much too distracted by him to answer him and Mr. Jung knew it.

Pinching your nipples between his fingers, he pulled you slightly closer to his lap making you straddle him. “Answer me, pretty. You wish I was fucking you right now.”

“Will you?” you smiled, nearly absentmindedly.

Mr. Jung always found it so endearing that you seem to loose all though when he touches you.

He hummed. “I think it's time, don't you? Aren't you just a little tired of only having the tip?”

You nodded, eagerly. He smiled back at you.

His fingers found your slit, feeling the wetness of the area. “Oh baby,” he sighed. “Do you feel how wet your little hole is?”

You clench around nothing and he removed his hand from your cunt, causing you to rub against his cock. You’re so wet, it’s showing on his pants. Clear evidence of your arousal dampening the outline of his boner. There’s a dark spot where you’d been rubbing and it’s only getting wetter. You’re completely naked and humping his dick.

“Jesus fuckin’ christ” Mr. Jung mutters, his hands moving to tug on your nipples one last time. “Move a just lil’ bit, baby”

It all happened a little too fast. Quickly, you lifted yourself from his lap while he threw his pants, shirt, and boxers somewhere in his room. You didn’t quite notice his cock until you glanced up.

It’s throbbing and angry looking against his stomach.

Your mouth is open, not realizing you’re gawking until he grabs your hips again, pulling them down, your bare cunt against his cock.

“Daddy…” you whine.

“Holy fuck,” he groans.

You feel overwhelmed. Closing your eyes, you feel his tip against your pussy lips. He’s squeezing your hip again, his other hand playing with your nipple.

He gives you one peck to your lips and suddenly you're being flipped onto your back. He's hovering above you now, his cock between your legs. Poking. Just the tip like you're used to. He could push inside if he wanted. He really could.

You know he wants. He wants what you want.

He's staring. Taking in your entire form.

You're growing impatient. He's made you wait too long. He's made you suffer for far too long.

You take a leap of faith and kiss him on the lips. He kisses you back, pressing the back of your head against a pillow. It's longer and harder than anything either of you have experienced.

It's only for a few moments before he pulls back.

“Are you sure you want me to do this?” He questions.

“Please,” You nearly beg, your hips wriggle against his cock. “I want you so, so bad.”

Mr. Jung nods, understanding. “M'gonna need you to relax, 'kay?”

You nod. You know it can hurt, you know how big Mr. Jung is. And his dick looks like it could easily split you in half.

He kisses you again, you feel his tip prodding further at your entrance. You dig your nails into his shoulders.

“Relax, sweetheart,” he coos against your lips.

He presses further in as you try your very hardest to relax. It's nearly impossible when your cunt is getting stretched out by a cock that's barely been inside you.

He’s halfway in now, you think. You can feel all of him inside you. And then—you both let out a moan. He's bottomed out. You feel your skin meeting at your cunt. He's so deep and you're stretched out so much that it hurts. You let out a small squeak, nails digging into Mr. Jung's shoulders once more. But, he's moving in and out now—alleviating some pain as he continues.

As he slowly fucks you, you get used to his movements. His pace. And you're wet, so wet, that the feeling grows better and better. It's not as bad when Mr. Jung's cock is rubbing against your walls, hitting a spot inside you that you like.

“You're so sweet,” he groans “Such a sweet girl, honey.”

You moan at his words, the urge to tell him “I love you” slips past your lips. His hips stutter for a moment.

And he's staring deeply into your eyes. He's staring at you as if you told him the best news of his life—you did do that, technically.

He chuckles a little, his thrusts grow powerful. “Such a sweet girl, Daddy loves you too, honey. He loves you so. Fuckin'. Much.” his thrusts synced up with his words for a moment.

You feel so drunk on him.

“Tell me how much you love your Daddy inside of you.”

“I- I love my Daddy inside of me s-so...so much!” your eyes roll to the back of your head momentarily simply because he just feels too good.

You continue on. “Y-you feel so good, D-Daddy, I-, fuck, I c-can't even- Daddy!” you wail. His fingers are pinching your nipples again, flicking them between his fingertips. You're squirming underneath him, the feeling of him touching your nipples and his thrusts are making you lose it. He's fucking you faster and faster, as if his life depends on it.

You're going to cum. You're going to burst, really.

You reach down to play with your clit. You want to cum. You want to cum and you want your Daddy to cum. And you don't know why, you can't put a finger on why you want him to cum inside of you. You both didn't have a condom. You're not on birth control. But you want it and you need it badly.

You rub on your clit fast, arching your back.

“Is that how you play with your clit, baby?” Daddy inquires. “Is that what you do every goddamn night when I’m all done with you?”

“I- I play with myself a- a lot.” you pant “I- I always think about...think about you.”

Mr. Jung grabs your jaw. Making you look at him. You rub harder.

His stare could easily make you cum.

“Bad girl. Very bad,” he pecks your lips, “You're Daddy's bad girl, aren't you.”

“Playin’ with yourself without me,” he mumbles.

Tears begin to slightly well up in your eyes. Mr. Jung only smiles at the sight, relishing in the way it warms his heart in an almost sickening manner.

“N-No.” You whine “I'm— m'sweet...I'm your sweet girl.” Your whining makes him grin.

“You are—”

He gives you another peck.

“—so fuckin' sweet, baby.”

It's too much. It's far too much. You're finally over the edge. You can feel it.

“I- I think m'gonna-”

“You're my good, sweet girl. I dreamed about you coming on my cock so damn much. You can cum, baby, go on. It'll be so nice when you cum on Daddy's cock. You can cum on my cock forever, won't you, sweetheart?” Mr. Jung deliriously mumbled against your lips. He's not kissing you. Just putting his lips there.

And you cum on his cock. It's far better than your fingers, his fingers. It's far better than when he tells you “just the tip”.

It's far different.

You can feel the pressure and explosions in your area. You can feels your walls pulsing around his cock, deeper than ever before.

“Y-You're squeezin' m—” Mr. Jung grits through his teeth. “Fuck”

You're sure you're screaming. You can only hope he doesn't mind. In which he doesn't. He'd listen to you scream like this any day.

You don't think he minds when you feel him coming inside of you, letting all his cum pain your walls. It's an odd feeling. You want it every day.

Mr. Jung is groaning in your neck, his moans are long. Deep. It's almost like he's in pain, but he's not. In fact, Jaehyun believes he's in heaven right now. Maybe he died.

The sound of him cumming makes your cunt squeeze him more, taking him all in, milking him for all he's worth.

You hug him close to you. He's covered in sweat and so are you. Not that either of you mind.

Mr. Jung removed himself from your neck, pulls out his dick, watching in near awe as his cum mixed with yours oozes out onto his bed.

The same bed he fucked your mother in last night, far less passionately. Far less personally as he just did to you.

He leans back against his headboard, pulling you closer to him.

He feels euphoric. He feels fucking religious. It's as if he can think clearly for the first time in decades. He kisses your forehead.

“Thank you, Daddy,” you say, still stuck in a slight haze. It's as if you're high on him.

“No,” Mr. Jung objects. “Thank you, baby,”

You look up at him in awe as he swears to never touch your mother again. In fact, “I'm going to divorce her.” he firmly states.

You're about to open your mouth to object

“All I really want is you.”

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honeymoon lover fever + kang taehyun

late afternoon honeymoon visit to the nearby beach with newly wed husband!taehyun, a loose tank top thrown on and shorts, large sunglasses over his eyes as he walks beside you hand in hand, absent mindedly fidgeting with the golden ring on your finger. a brief smirking glance over laced with love, warm tropical heat and conversations about dinner reservations… he’s keeping up… but wonder if that’s what he really wants for tonight.

salty sea breeze, the beach loaded with couples from the nearby resort, a sun setting over the water, blazing red orange streaks painted through the sky in blended streaks, taehyun’s toned arms glistening with the slightest touch of sweat, his arm casually slung over your shoulder, tugging up your hand along with it. a finger pressed to his lip briefly, as he leads you down a shady path through the beach grove, away from the crowds and into the cooler foliage, sand under his sandals and refusing to answer your questions, the casual be patient, sugar. sliding his sunglasses to rest on his head, a short walk until the tropical trees give way to a quiet cove of a beach, privately surrounded by volcanic black rocks and pristine turquoise waters.

and husband!taehyun who pats his lap, sitting down as the gentle waves brush over his sandals, long legs outstretched as his arm wraps across your waist, leaning back to enjoy the warmth of the fading sunlight, prime sunset hours. a smile on his lips as he watches you, entranced more by you than the tropical sunset,,, and lips finding your neck. soft kisses, no words, without resistance, arm tightening around your waist as you whimper, tilting your head to grant him further access, kisses deepening into subtle love bites as blossoms of red purple bruise your skin delicately. in the privacy of a quieter beach, sounds of waves, glowy sunset on your skin as taehyun tilts your face towards his, pretty love marks splotching across your neck in a possessive display, sweet kisses heightening into primal ones, his tongue prodding your lips as he bites softly into your lower lip.

breaking apart in heaving pants, taehyun’s gaze laced with lust, feeling his stiffening cock under your shorts, grip on your body tightening… and his quiet let me love you… it’s not a question, is it, love~? husband!taehyun who tugs up your shirt, hands feeling the soft plush of your tummy, tapping your chin when you shyly avoid eye contact,,, look at me, love. swollen lips and pretty eyes, warm skin on skin as he deftly removes the barriers of clothes, tossed aside on the cooling sand, the intake of breath as he gazes down at your bare body with carnal lust and desire, love glowing in his eyes as his hands smooth over your curves, don’t be shy,,, you’re his wife now, after all.

and under the fading sunlight, husband!taehyun who grips your thighs, tugging your legs around his slender waist as his and clench with every thrust, lavishing your body with his gaze, watching as your pretty tits bounce and your body clenches with pleasure, his hard cock hitting your sweet spot and cervix, deep strokes and his body leaning in to press against yours, raw lust and love exchanged over messy, saliva covered kisses. bruises on your hips from his grip, mesmerized with your every reaction and response to his love, panting out his affirmations of his love as your pussy clenches down tighter on his cock, sweet encouragements as he brings you to your high, his drawn out groan of pleasuring relief as you cum around his cock, loving the sounds of your desperate gasps and cries for his release as he climaxes, hot cum warming your body from inside as husband!taehyun cages you under his arms and body, hand clenched with yours as he fucks you through your highs, making romantic love and panted i love you’s until the sun sets on the private alcove, the cover of night disguising your limps until taehyun scoops you up into his arms with ease, brief kisses and his cum warming in your pussy as he carries you back to the resort,,, dinner in the hotel room? he doesn’t want to wait through a seven course meal to love you more, his new wife <3

husband!taehyun after countless love making sessions through the night who cradles your worn out but loved body in his arms on the balcony, night breeze and salty air, finger feeding you fresh fruits with one hand as the other rests between your legs, pushing his cum in every now and then, a slight smirk playing the smile on his face whenever you whimper softly at the throbbing soreness of your swollen cunt,,, shhh, sugar, he can’t have any go to waste, can he? open up, this one’s sweeter… and his lips pressing against yours, licking lightly to taste the sweet fruit juice on your lips before feeding you another.

aghhh tumblr please don’t delete paragraphs ;-; tried writing it in one go w/o saving hope it worked :<

Can i req reader x luocha?? You can put anything you'd like, take your time ^^

* pairing : luocha x gender neutral reader

* prompt : request ♡

* authors note : i've never written for luocha before! thank goodness i just finished the last main story, so i got a pretty general idea of what he's like ^_^ (i dont, i'm sorry username jingyuansandbladeswife <\3 i hope you enjoy nevertheless!) possibly ooc, ion really know the guy <\3

LUOCHA is a very gentle partner, he loves to be really intimate within closed doors. His touch is as soft as a feather, and the way he holds you is tender. One arm over your body, the other one under and around your waist, pulling you close to him as he leans on your head and snores softly.

HE'S A PRETTY SLEEPER. You're so jealous of how pretty he is in literally any given situation, he could have just left a pool of mud and somehow it gave him clear skin and silky smooth hair. Sometimes you cup his face in your hands, and just kiss him all over the place while giggling about how he's so pretty. He loves it so much when you do that, he'll even have his hands on your waist to pull you closer as you do so.

You two usually have your arms locked wherever you go, mostly on account that you're like a child on a leash with that method and Luocha has to keep you under his watch at all times. Sometimes he'll take his eyes off you, and you're wandering somewhere because something caught your attention. "This is my beautiful partner, (name)- Wait, where did they go..??"

Another thing he likes to do is teach you random romantic things and how to do them. (it's an excuse to pull them on you and demonstrate it over and over again.) "Luo, I don't know if I'm good at this.." You chuckle, feeling him tuck some stray hair behind your ear and his hands trail down from behind your ear, down your jaw and stopping on your chin. "Tsk tsk, You cannot simply give up, my dear. We can try the french kiss again." (and he mwa mwa's you or something I can't write kissing.)

He also really likes fashion, aesthetics and such. He can go for literal hours just discussing random fashion facts, how to dress for ocassions and he'd absolutely love it if you gave him the chance to give you an outfit! He'll make sure you look as perfect as you always do. <3

Luocha overall is a very affectionate and intimate partner when it comes to you, he's never really liked touch until he felt yours and turned obsessed.

10.01 | Frankensteins Monster

Pairing: Choi Jongho x Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Monster Fucking, Stomach Bulge, Electrostimulation, Size Difference, Man Handling, Unprotected Sex (Wrap It Up), Nipple Play, Clothes Ripping, Oral (F Receiving), Soft Boy Monster Jongho, Spanking, If I Missed Anything Let Me Know 👀..

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NSFW UNDER CUT ~ MDNI🔞!!!

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want too, Jongho.” You whisper out as quietly as possible.

“Yes he does! I need to know if it is properly working. And what better way to find out then you my sweet.” Dr. Frankenstein says through a pout while squishing your cheeks.

You bat his hands away from your face, rubbing Jonghos shoulder, trying to give him as much comfort as possible. It was his first time having sex as well…a monster. Dr. Stein felt it was best to run a test on his own creation to see if it was possible. The test? Seeing if the penis he had attached to Jongho could function normally. Hell, it better had worked well, it’s not like Dr. Stein sent you to a cemetery to dig up endless male bodies to decipher which penis would work best.

Jongho was 7 feet tall, 250 pounds of lean muscle, with the most off white blue skin you had seen. Both eyes were two different shades of brown, border lining black, big metal bolts stuck out each side of his neck, he had stitches covering various parts of his body, as none of those pieces belonged to his original body. Visually a terrifying monster to most people, but to you he was the softest thing that rolled off a metal table. Despite not knowing his own strength you had grown to like Jongho. Wanting his monster to “adapt” to what it’s like to be a real human, he decided why not start with a penis. Why? Dr. Stein didn’t even brief you with an answer on it.

“I just want you to fill out this clipboard when you are finished y/n. Tell me how it goes.” Dr. Stein shoved a clipboard with various pages attached to it, some pages had his own scribbled notes on them.

“Wait! You want us to do it..here?” You whispered loudly to Dr. Stein, while Jongho couldn’t speak, a couple grunts here, a couple grunts there. He wasn’t very verbal. Dr. Stein was still in the process of trying to tweak his vocal chords. While he couldn’t speak he was very smart, whatever he lacked in vocals, he made up for it with knowledge, he was highly intelligent.

“This isn’t romantic sex Y/n. This is for science! I will give you both some privacy.” Dr. Stein wiggled his eyebrows at Jongho giving him a firm grasp on his shoulder. Leaving you down in his work area, with a clipboard in your sweaty palms. Your eyes are shooting everywhere, refusing to look at Jongho.

Letting out a small grunt, your eyes lift over to Jongho. Who is slightly smiling while looking at you, his hands flat against the metal slab, dwarfing the piece of metal. You walk closer to him, your hand gripping the clipboard for dear life. You stand between his giant legs. Fiddling with the pen located at the top of the clipboard. Jongho never intimidated you because while he was a monster, who truly didn’t know his own strength. He was always gentle with you, he made you feel like he couldn’t even harm a fly.

“We really don’t have to do this, Jongho. You get a choice too..” you whisper out quietly. Still avoiding eye contact. He slowly raises his hand, grabbing the clipboard out of your hands. Placing it down next to him. Standing up, his body easily towers over yours. Jongho could make anyone feel small. Letting out a small grunt, he places a cold finger under your chin, tilting your head up so you could look at him. Your body is littered with goosebumps. For a man of few words he definitely knew what he was doing, that part of his brain definitely was intact. Your hands are tight in fists, nerves wracking your whole body. You don’t know if you were excited or full of nervousness. You’d be lying though if you said that the height difference between you both didn’t make your lower stomach tight.

Flashing you his signature gummy smile he grabs one of your hands that is tightly wrapped in a fist, causing your body to immediately relax at his cold touch. He steps closer to you, cocking your head back as far as it could do, the look in his different colored eyes is telling another story. You feel his hard cock crush against your belly. While you dug up the bodies you didn’t help Dr. Stein pick out the body part. Too exhausted from the hard labor you had done but boy oh boy did Dr. Stein pick out a thick one. Why would you expect anything less though? Dr. Stein only strived for the best.

You let out a small gasp at feeling his hardened length against your stomach. His giant hand that dwarfed yours, moves your fist down to his cock, making you feel how hard he actually was. You relaxed your hand, letting your fingers dance along his length, by the first brush of your fingers he jerks his body back slightly. The feeling of your hand on him was enough to make him prematurely cum. Letting out a small breathy grunt, he grabs your hand signaling you to stop touching him. Placing one hand on your waist he turns you around, pushing you down so you’re sitting on the metal slab. Now that you are seated you finally take in the true size difference between the both of you. He was going to break you in half.

You lay back on your arms, parting your legs so Jongho can fit further between them. Taking the invite he stands between your legs, cold fingers running over the swell of your breasts. You shiver slightly at his cold hands. His other hand coming up under your shirt, cold fingertips brushing against your warm skin. Letting out a small groan at the warmth radiating from you. His lips part as his hands travel further and further up your shirt til they meet the bottom of your bra. What he thinks is a small tug on the bra results in him lifting you slightly off the metal slab, your head bumping into his stomach. Huffing and puffing at the contraption that’s holding your chest. Instead of helping him you are too dazed in the way he is manhandling your body.

Like you truly are nothing but a piece of paper to him. Gripping the neck line he rips your shirt right in half, causing you to let out a small chuckle, your hands coming up to run along the chiseled abs underneath his shirt that looks like it’s made out of rags. Your warm hands on his cool skin causes him to buck into you, a loud grunt slipping out his mouth, his hard cock pressed directly into your stomach. Grabbing both sides of your bra he rips it off of your body, your breast falling free. His hand immediately gripping one of your warm breasts causing you to let out a small yelp at the temperature difference. He was addicted to your heat like a moth to a flame.

“Please Jongho…” you whine. Your thighs are trying to rub together but his big body is in the way.

Running his hands through his dark brown locks on his head, his cold hand brushing against the bolt on the side of his neck. Bringing his hand down to brush over your other breast while he still has a grip on the other, his cool hand making your nipple pebble. As his other hand comes down to brush against your other nipple it sends a small shock to your nipple, causing you to let out a loud moan, your bud instantly perking up. Your body jerks slightly against him, making his hard cock dig further into your stomach. You feel it twitch, his cock surely worked.

“Again..” you whimper out pathetically. Jongho was far from dumb, he knew that brushing his hand against his bolt would send a current through him, as he was dead he couldn’t feel it. As to where a warm blooded, pumping heart body would feel the current. Bringing a finger up to his bolted neck he gives it a light tap before pinching your hardened nipple in between his giant fingers, another shock is sent to your nipple causing your back to arch off the cool metal slab once more.

“Jongho!” You yelp out, lifting his other hand off of you he touches the other bolt, bringing it down to your other nipple, sending it a small shock making it pebble up even harder. Your eyes rolling back at the spark. Your hand shoots out to grab his humongous thigh. Nails digging into the material of his pants. Your breathing becomes heavier, eyes growing hooded. With just a couple touches Jongho already has you wrapped around his thick fingers.

Letting out a sound that is very similar to a cocky laugh, he grunts, stepping back so he can pull off the pants you are wearing. You could help him take them off so he doesn’t rip them, but that would take the fun away. Wasting no time he grips the hem of your pants, ripping them clean off your body, his cold hands instantly finding your skin. Running his hands all over your lower body, finding home between the meat of your very warm thighs. Making both of your legs straighten against him, your feet weren’t even close to his head, they landed just under his pecs.

His cold finger runs along your clothed clit, oh he for sure was experienced. That part of his brain was clearly working. His cool finger pushing on the fabric causes it to sandwich between your wet lips, causing you to let out a small whimper. His eyes shooting up at you with the biggest shit eating grin you think you’ve ever seen. His hand brushes against the bolt, bringing his electric charged hand to your cunt. The shock causes your legs to buckle, yet due to his strong grip on your legs, they barely move an inch. Your wet panties cause the shock to be felt all over your wet cunt, the pulsing feeling making your head spin. His thumb brushes his bolt, placing the pad of it directly on your clothes clit, sending the small zap directly to your clit.

Your eyes instantly roll back, your mouth hangs open with no noise coming out. The feeling is unlike anything you’ve ever felt. Your skin is buzzing, your body hairs now standing, while your body is littered with goosebumps. Letting your legs go with his other hand, he slowly places them down so your small legs are hanging on each side of him, opening you up more to him, your body in a full spread eagle position. Gripping the crotch area of your panties he rips them off of your body. The cold air causes your goosebumps to stand even more.

Your wet pussy on full display for him, you looked like you walked off a magazine to him. His brain is short circuiting, you can tell from the sparks that are flying off of the bolts that are pierced on each side of his neck. His cock twitches as the fluorescent lights shine off of your slick that’s covering your cunt. Clearly in a daze, you run your foot under his rag like shirt, the warm sole of your foot on his cold chest, wakens him slightly. Spark from the bolts still flying rapidly but his eyes drift up to your face. A warm smile on your pretty face.

“Hey big boy…are you still with me?” You whisper, a warm smile that warms his cold dead body. Letting out a small grunt, he nods his head. Giant hand gripping his cock to relieve some of the pent up frustration he lets out a deep growl. A noise you’ve never heard him make, it sounds border lining primal. You can clearly see the wet patch from his cock, what exactly liquid that is? You aren’t too sure, yet you don’t seem to care. Licking your lips, you nudge Jongho with your foot.

“Come on Jjong…fuck me please.” You plead to him. The sparks now shoot farther from his body. That nickname always made him feel something. You were working him up on purpose. His hand fully grips the bolt on his neck, sticking out his tongue he touches it, sending an electric charge through it. Confused by his sudden movements, you sit up on your arms, watching him as he falls to his knees. Big shoulders cause your legs to spread even further. What was he..?

“Oh my fucking goddddd!” You instantly moan out, his electric charged tongue was pressed directly against your wet cunt. The shock goes instantly to your clit, but the waves of the current spread out to your whole cunt, making you clench around nothing. Your hands gripping the soft brown locks on his head. Touching his bolt again, he makes direct contact with your clit, the shock sending your head spiraling back, choking out a sob. Tears of pleasure fill your eyes, his other hand grips your breast, pinching your nipple. Between him constantly electric charging his tongue, and him flicking your hardened buds your body is feeling so many sensations at once. His cold tongue on your wet clit, with the shocks of electricity. The mini sparks flying off his neck, that are landing on your thighs.

He’s eating you out like he’s a starved man, he’s on a mission. Flat cold tongue against your warm heat, the temperature difference felt like it was tweaking your nerves. Your legs jerking with each flick of his big tongue, charging his tongue again, he places his whole mouth on your pussy, practically swallowing you whole. Sending a current charge to it all, your body jerking up, legs trying to close yet not being able to, while your toes instantly curl. The shocking feeling instantly sends you into a screaming orgasm. Your hands gripping his hair for dear life while tears pour down your face. Drinking down your essence, he lifts his soaking face off of your red, puffy cunt. Charging his finger one last time, he presses against your clit, giving it once more small shock causing your whole body to spasm, your juices leak out of you once more.

Your chest is heaving up and down, eyes shut tightly, trying to regain all the focus back on your mind. It feels like you are the one now short circuiting. You hear rustling, cracking your eyes open, you see Jongho shimmying out of his pants, trying your best to regain consciousness, you lock eyes with his lower half, wanting to see what is underneath the material of his pants. Just as he gets them low enough a pale blue cock springs out, with stitching similar to his skin running along his lengthened member. His cock, hard as a rock, with various colors on it, dripping a clear fluid? Wanting to make sure it wasn’t embalming fluid you sit up, running your fingers over his member, cock bobbing as you were giving it attention. You rub your thumb over the tip, bringing it up to your nose to smell it. It had no scent…did he fill his balls with water..?

Jongho getting impatient with your light touches trying to figure out what was taking you so long. He moves his hips forward, cock brushing against your bottom lip, licking your bottom lip trying to figure out the clear fluid, smacking your lips to get a taste. Bastard, he did fill Jongho with water. Smoothing your hands over his tight balls, you pump his enormous cock two times, before looking up at Jongho with a small pout on your face.

“Did he fill you with water Jjong? He prepared you just for me.” Jongho throws his head back, letting you pump his hard cock, your small hand not even coming close to fully wrapping around him. Grabbing your hand he pulls you off the metal table, holding you in his arms. He lays down, placing you on top of him. Seating you right below where is cock stands up fully erect, fully ready for attention.

“I’ve never had a cock this big before Jongho..” you whisper out, hands still rubbing alongside of him. A grin takes place once again on his face. Clearly proud that he will be your biggest. Gripping your hand he guides you to get on top, your drooling cunt wavering over his thick cock. Easing the tip into your body, you instantly moan at the pressure of just the tip barely brushing your walls. He’s thick, thick, thick. Your head instantly is thrown back, you ease down on Jongho slowly, thanks to him eating you out earlier it loosened you up perfectly. As your ass comes in contact with his cold legs. He charges his hand, touching the bulge in your lower belly, causing you to let out such a pathetic whimper it makes his cock jump inside you. Your hands tightly gripping his muscular thighs. The ridges from the stitching brushes your wet walls causing you to fall forward, your hands bracing themselves on his muscular chest.

“Oh my fucking god Jongho..” you breathe out. Chest heaving with pleasure, your cunt has his thick cock in a vice grip. His swollen head brushing against your spongy spot with each breath you take. He was wall to wall in your cunt, filling you up deliciously. If you had been looking at him you would’ve been he was holding back all restrain to not bounce you on his cock like you were some sort of fuck toy. He didn’t have hardly any feeling in his body due to no nervous system, but the way his cock could feel all of you was having him walk on a tightrope.

Giving your hips a wiggle, trying to get as comfy as possible you bring your hips up before slowly making your way down. Trying to get a small rhythm going before you lost your mind on his thick cock that was just splitting you open. Mouth hung open with each raise of your hips, throaty moans leave your mouth, your nails raking down Jonghos shirt. Jongho charges one of his hands, bringing it down to rub on your clit, the charge sending you into another dimension. Your body stutters on top of him, falling forward so your chest is against his upper stomach. You could feel the bugle in your stomach, causing you to moan even louder. The spacious area left no sound to the imagination.

“J..Jongho pl-please..” you grunt out with barely any breath. That grin reappearing he places both of his feet on the metal slab, hiking your body up. His hips immediately slamming up into you. Causing your body to jerk like you were a doll. One hand on your hip the other wrapping itself around your throat, keeping your body held up. His thrusts going at an inhumane pace, your eyes instantly fill with tears, your choked out screams are filling the room. Your pussy juices are coating your inner thighs, along with your ass, causing a wet slapping noise to fill the room. Echoing the space, you wouldn’t be shocked if even the outsiders who roam close could hear you. Charging his hand he slaps your ass, your back arching further into the air, the prickly feeling on your skin causes you to grip his wrist that is keeping you upright.

“Fuck..Fuck Jongho.” You stutter out with each slam of his thick cock that’s bullying its way into your warm wet walls, has you losing sanity. Charging his hand again, he slaps your ass once more, causing your body to litter once again with goose bumps, your nails digging into his wrist. Charging that same hand again, he slaps your ass even harder once more, causing a loud crackling noise that’s sparking from his bolts to be heard in the room. The feeling has tears pouring down your face, your body feels like it’s riding cloud nine. He has permanently ruined you for any other man or monster that comes after him. Charging his hand once more, he lets out a loud grunt, his hips hiking you up more, the way he’s bouncing you in the air like you weigh nothing has you practically catching air time. Touching his own cock filling it with electric current when your cunt slams down on him it sends a shock through your whole inner core, up to your brain. Your body instantly gets thrown into an orgasm, your back arching letting out a curdling scream of pleasure.

The electric current flowing from him, with your scream causes the lights to flicker, along with one of them busting, and shattering all over the floor. Jongho is still hammering away into your pulsing cunt, he’s jackhammering you up and down like you are a weightless rag doll that only he can use to get off. His grip on your throat tightens, charging his other hand once more he cups your cunt as he pulls out, shooting his clear cum fluid all over his hand that is cupping your oozing cunt. A loud grunt leaves his throat, causing another light bulb to shatter. The jolts of electricity cause you to succumb to the pleasure, ripping another forceful orgasm. Legs shaking, what’s left of the lights flickering, glass shattering orgasm. Your body instantly falls slack against Jongho, releasing your throat so you flop down on him like a wet doll. The buzzing noise of the currents of electricity in the room are all that’s heard besides your heavy breathing. Jonghos cool, clammy hands come up to cup your face to make sure you are okay.

Giving him a dopey smile, you give his cool lips a quick peck. Before laying your head back down on his chest. His cool fingers run up and down your backside. Eyes starting to get heavy, just as you are about to pass out from exhaustion, you hear a knocking coming from the lair door upstairs.

“The way I heard you screaming, I would say there are no complaints.” Dr. Stein says through a loud chuckle from the other side of the door.

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✩ ‧₊˚ ✩ LOVE EXPERT — NEUVILLETTE.

contents. established relationships, it’s literally just teaching neuvillette how to cuddle bc he doesn’t understand humans sobs :(, also idk how to write him yet. i apologize i tried my best. i’ll get it soon i swear

“come here,” you tug neuvillette by the arm, shuffling closer, “i want to try something.”

neuvillette, for all his brilliance, doesn’t understand human customs—you can’t help but find it hopelessly endearing.

he doesn’t understand the concept of bringing you flowers. you’ve never minded, never mentioned it until one day, lady furina teases that he’s never brought you so much as a single rose. he questions you that day, innocent and curious and just a bit confused, if it’s normal to gift flowers, if they mean anything special. so you chuckle, kissing between his brows as you explain to him. he brings you them regularly from then on.

one time, he notices a couple holding hands, eyeing their intertwined fingers and swinging arms—you watch in amusement as he studies them for a while, watch him simmer in his thoughts before you chuckle and grab his own hand, squeezing gently. he makes sure not to let go for the rest of the day, making a point to tangle your fingers and guide you through the city. you realize after that day that he’s probably never felt someone’s body so close to his—and you decide you’ll have to change that.

“what…what are you doing?” he asks, looking at you confused. for a second you think he might be uncomfortable, and then you realize he really doesn’t know.

he’s certainly the most unique man you’ve ever dated.

“i’m cuddling you, of course,” you grin, resting your head against his sturdy chest as your arm loops around his neck. he sits stiffly on the couch, as if it’s his chair in the court, as if he’s not here to relax.

“and that is…?” he raises an eyebrow.

you giggle, shaking your head as you lean up and kiss his cheek affectionately. he’s adorable—quite uninformed about romantic affairs, but adorable all the same. and he tries his best, just for you.

“we hold each other, like this—” you explain, taking his arm and wrapping it around yourself. you shuffle closer, pressed tightly against his body as your hand finds his chest, “—and it’s romantic.”

“i see,” he nods, “i think…i think i understand.”

you’re pretty sure he does not understand—you chuckle to yourself as his forehead is still covered with those crinkles from his furrowed brows, the gears in his head working to try and figure out what makes you crave this. and then you start to rub circles into his chest, and the tension melts instantly from his shoulders…and then he thinks he does understand.

“isn’t it nice?” you murmur, cheek pressed against where his heart is as his hand lays on your hip—it’s warm, he thinks. you’re warm, and you’re close, and he can feel your heart beating from being so near. “we get to just feel each other, you know? and not worry about anything else.”

“but…your worries won’t disappear simply by holding—”

“oh, neuvillette,” you huff, “you always take things so literally. just relax, would you?”

“i’m sorry,” he says genuinely, as if he’s offended you by not understanding your cuddles. you look up at him fondly, cupping his cheek as you stroke a thumb over the soft skin.

“you don’t have to apologize, silly,” you peck his lips, trying to hold back the laugh that bubbles through your throat. and, if you’re not mistaken, you think there might just be a faint pout tugging at his corners of his mouth.

“now you’re laughing at me,” he frowns.

“i’m not,” you insist, smiling teasingly, “i just find you adorable, is all.” and then, as your head finds its way back to rest on him, you add, “it’s just nice to have someone close. to know they’re right here with you. does that make sense?”

“yes,” he smiles softly, “i suppose it does.” and then his hand starts to mimic yours, rubbing those slow, careful circles into your hip just like you do against his chest. “i enjoy having you close. your presence is comforting.”

“you’re catching on,” you tease, grinning brightly, “pretty soon you’ll be an expert at love.”

“i’m not so sure i’m quite there yet,” he chuckles, but his cheeks are dusted a light shade of pink.

you think you fall deeper in love right there—there are so many feelings neuvillette doesnt understand, but you’ll help him. slowly but surely, you’ll teach him by loving him in between every emotion so that it’s easier.

“i think you’re doing great,” you say softly, “i love you, y’know.”

he knows he understands this much for certain when he replies, “i as well, love you. very much.”

guys he’s literally just a weepy dragon are u kidding me we have to coddle him i accept nothing else

coco could you elaborate on jing yuan and the good girl sitting position. for science

𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁 ⑅ ۫ .

໒꒰ྀི∗ɞ̴̶̷ ·̮ ɞ̴̶̷∗꒱ྀིა .*･｡ﾟ⌒ jing yuan x sub!f!reader. nsfw — mdni. hyperfeminine reader / slight 'general' kink / finger sucking !¡! ☆ finger sucking !¡ finger sucking ♡ f i n g e r s u c k i n g ★ / 'little dove' as a pet name / praise

𝒸𝑜𝒸𝑜 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓈 . . . i know ໒꒰ྀི ◞ ‌ ◟ ꒱ྀིა . . . i wrote this but plz remember 'm still yuannie's #1 hater . alsooo i strayed away a bit from da ‘ good girl sit ‘ . . i hope is okay :3 as always , feedback + rebloops are supa appreciate ♡ྀི

“oh? and what might this be?”

silence follows jing yuan’s question for a moment too long as he stares you down from the door to his bedroom, a ghost of a smirk dancing on his lips and honey eyes twinkling in awe at the sight of you on his bed.

cream frilled cuffs and thigh garters adorn your limbs, a matching cotton collar to go with the set of pink lingerie that clings to your frame. your lover’s eyes scan you from top to bottom, from the ruffled straps of your corset sliding down your arms to the layered bloomers tight around your hips to the sheer thigh highs that dig into your skin just enough for your soft flesh to spill over.

and you’re sitting like that on the bed, like his little angel, like a lamb to the slaughterhouse: heels of your feet tucked beneath your bum, knees digging into the silk of the duvet, back arched prettily and palms resting on the teddy bear you have shoved up at the apex of your thighs, right against your cunt. jing yuan can all but huff out a low, handsome laugh, saliva beginning to build under his tongue as he imagines your slick coating the beige corduroy of your favourite stuffed animal. 

“look at you, sitting all pretty for me.”

the dull, heavy thuds of his boots against wood get louder with each step he takes toward you, the dissonant clinks and clanks of metal and leather shrouding the playful hums of his voice as he removes his belts and cape, laying them next to you on the bed.

“just… i missed you, yuannie,” you sniffle and gaze up at him with dewy bambi eyes, innocently, like the way you’re perched on your knees and lewdly dressed isn’t something that’s supposed to get his cock all leaky and throbbing for attention.

you look so sweet and delicate in front of him— fruit ripe for the picking.

“awh, sweetheart,” he whispers lowly, approvingly as his fingers trail over the braids in your hair and examines them— they’re a tad messy, strands of hair poking out and silk pink ribbons tied into them haphazardly; it makes jing yuan shake his head and chuckle to himself. you’ve never quite been able to get them to sit straight without his help. “missed me enough to get dolled up like this?”

your lover’s voice runs deeper than usual when he asks you his question, gravelly and drilling into your eardrums, coaxing more slick out of your drooling pussy and making your socked toes curl in anticipation. as soon as he lowers his face to your level, your gaze slightly falls down from his eyes to the steady heaves of his chest, landing on the twitchy bulge of his crotch. you suppress a needy whine at the sight and instead look down at your knees, cheeks flushing with warmth. “y-yes…” “yes, general.” he holds your chin between his thumb and index finger as he corrects you, words stern but lilted with a lisp of a tease.

and you parrot him, “yes, general,” like the good girl of his that you are, mind fogging up and thighs squeezing tighter around your stuffed teddy at his show of dominance. 

jing yuan’s golden gaze flits across your face while he tilts his head curiously at your bashfulness, the scent of sweet cream and honey that stems from your skin invading his senses. it has him leaning in closer to you, until his nose grazes along the tip of yours and his musk settles heavy on your brain.

a tiny whimper forces past your lips as he smooths his knuckles soothingly along your cheek and then cradles your jaw, running a soft thumb along the plush of your lips. before he can give you your command, you’re already opening your mouth and breathing hot air over the digit, welcoming it onto your tongue with a timid kiss hello, a kitten lick along the pad.

puffy lips wrap around his thumb, cute little suckling noises filling up the empty space of his bedroom as you look up at him all fawn-like, eyes asking silently whether you’re doing a good job, general?

“come on, little dove… you can do better than that, surely,” he replies with an encouraging moan, a twitch of his brow as you suck on the tip of his finger— no further past the base of his nail. at his heed, you’re taking him deeper, deeper, letting his thumb press down near the back of your tongue, letting it explore the sweet concavities of your mouth. “there you go… now that’s a good girl, hm?”

barely-there pinpricks skitter across your skin at his praise, tummy fluttering warmly and clit aching for even a shred of your lover’s attention. the slow grind of your pussy over your stuffed animal doesn’t go unnoticed by jing yuan— observant as ever is the general of the cloud knights— who only smiles proudly when you begin to take advantage of what’s been left to your own devices: wrapping your hands sweetly around his wrist, leaning your face into his gentle touch as he caresses your cheek.

you exhale the most dreamy, delicate sounds over the finger he has in your mouth, using it as a pacifier to quell the desperation that builds deep in your chest, one that you’re sure would have you whining and whimpering for him to fuck your womb full of his cum if it weren’t for your lips being kept occupied.

“mhm, ‘m your good girl,” your voice escapes you as a drunken slur, bubbles of drool dripping along his palm and down the thick vein lining his forearm.

the dolly flutter of your lashes slow the more you suckle on his thumb, a pearlescent dew drop of saliva only growing larger at the corner of your lip as time goes on. you feel your brain begin to melt as time goes on— liquifying into the prettiest of slush, turning into putty in his hands. 

“that you are...” he mumbles lowly while he pulls his thumb out past your mouth against your whimpered pleas of wanting to suck on it a bit longer, a thread of spit connecting the swell of your bottom lip to the digit. his eyes follow your hazy gaze like a hawk as he lowers his hand to the button of his pants, tongue pushing past your teeth in anticipation of what you'll be rewarded with next.

and then he begins to pull down his zipper, palm his half-hard cock through his briefs; you can all but whine at the sight of his pre soaking the thin fabric, rock your hips over your teddy bear as he tugs his cock free so fucking slowly that the amount of anguish you feel is enough to make your nose sting and eyes blur with tears. 

jing yuan shushes you sweetly when your lips begin to wobble— recognizing just how prone you are to tearful outbursts— before he takes a step closer to you and rubs the leaky head of his cock over your mouth, letting you eagerly kiss and lick and suckle on his tip as if you were a puppy who had just been thrown a bone.

"you're my good girl..." your lover lets you have at it while he gathers your braids— or so-called good girl handles— in his fists, forcing your reward deeper past your puffy lips. and it's in the way you look up at him in thanks: wide, teary eyes full of hearts and stars and nothing but endearment that has his hips jerking deeper into your wet mouth, cock dripping pre down your throat. “… and good girls like you deserve treats every once in a while, no?”

oh, you're such a good girl.