Can I Req Reader X Luocha?? You Can Put Anything You'd Like, Take Your Time ^^

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.

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩ 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

you've got a hold on me — kang yeosang

0.1K MILESTONE EVENT ⟢ CLOSED gn!reader , afab!reader , smut, fluff , cw : making out, fingering , wc : 0.6K , @nebulousbrainsoup bro i'm dying afjakfjs i think we'll be needing more of this in the future, hope you enjoy !!! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI

to have yeosang’s arms wrapped around you is something that must be straight out of paradise. with his broad shoulders and practically bulging muscles, you always feel so safe and warm… and oh so horny. his strength, the sight of his muscles, and more than anything, the feeling of them turns you on so goddamn much.

you know that you’re just innocently cuddling, but you’ve been horny all day, even before he came over. so to have his bicep tucked under your head and his other arm draped over your waist is making the pressure between your legs practically unbearable.

you turn around in his arms to face him. he sends you a small, sweet smile the moment your gaze meets his.

“sangie?” there’s already the hint of a whine in your voice. he hums in response, prompting you to continue. the deepness of his voice does nothing to help you. “yknow, i feel so weak and turned on at the same time when i’m in your arms.” that certainly shocks him for a moment, the softness of your voice would be such a stark contrast to your words if he couldn’t hear the underlying desperation in it. nonetheless, it only takes a few moments for a light blush to dust his cheeks.

even so, he’s quick to regain his composure. 

“is that right, baby?” he asks, not quite teasing. you nod quickly in response.

“i love your arms,” you admit. the smile he gives you is so loving, and just a little bit bashful.

“i know,” he says, quickly closing the small distance between your faces to press his lips to yours. your eyes automatically drift closed at the welcome contact, lips tumbling against each other and your hands tugging at the cotton fabric of his black muscle tee. he parts from you for just a moment to slip his arm out from under your head and shift your position so you’re laying with your back against the bed and him hovering over you. without a word, he deepens the kiss, and soon your tongues are entangled, exploring.

when you part, panting, he presses his forehead to yours. i love you, it means, and you know it all too well.

“gonna take care of you now,” he whispers, and you smile at him.

“thank you, sangie,” your voice is quiet to match his. but before he can move down to do pull of your sweats and panties, your fingers hook on the hem of his tank top, eyes begging to let you take it off of him. he gives you a small nod as permission, and you're quick to pull it up as far as you can before he has to sit up to take it all the way off. almost in a trance, you bring your hands from his bare shoulders all the way down his arms, nearly groaning out at the feeling of his muscles flexing under your touch. that, plus the sight of his bare chest and lightly defined abs have you practically drooling.

he lets you touch him like that until you’re too goddamn horny to keep him from touching you anymore. when your hands drop from his body, he’s quick to move down, pulling down your clothes to reveal your leaking pussy. he gives himself an almost cocky smile; he’s always so proud of how wet he can make you without even really trying. with that, his fingers are in your cunt and his other hand grips your hip to keep you still in the way that he knows you love, all of it to show you the definition of his muscles and the veins in his forearms that you find so sexy.

easy to say that the sight of it alone had you ready to cum all over his fingers, over and over again.

wine night with seonghwa on the balcony at your shared apartment with you on his lap and him caressing your thighs while catching up on life since he just came back from tour

and he gets too into the mood where he slowly starts to trail up towards your shorts

this is.. whew 🥴

Missed This - PSH

wc: 4.2k (enjoy 15 minutes of reading)

WARNING: smut ofc, fluff, idol au-ish (based irl but not really), small dirty talk, teasing, small overstimulation, breast/nipple play, cunnilingus, unprotected sex it's alright they're married, cowgirl (man's missionary) position, multiple orgasms, messy creampie, small erotic massage, aftercare implication, dom!seonghwa, husband!seonghwa, b!gd¡ck seonghwa, switch!reader, fem reader, wife!reader, pregnant reader, fiction

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twenty-six days, three hours, 15 minutes,

and 45 seconds.

it's been nearly a month since you've last seen your husband.

sure you face timed each other, and yes you texted each other whenever it was possible, but when you both were in the same country you'd see each other at least once a day. others would call it excessive, but you guys simply called it enjoying each others' company. so when seonghwa had to announce to you that he wouldn't see you for a while because of the international tour he had with his band, you were a bit disheartened. granted this wasnt the first time he left for touring, but it never got easier seeing him leave.

now that he's back in seoul, you made sure to get the first taxi to the airport and greet him with the biggest hug one could give their significant other. seonghwa was surprised at your immediate and almost forceful way of welcoming him back, but knowing how long it's been since you've been in his arms he quickly reciprocated the loving gesture. you asked if you could steal him for the day, and once staff and the manager approved, you took seonghwa's luggage and stuffed them into the taxi's truck, eager for him to come back home.

the rest of the day was filled with cuddling, with seonghwa occasionally dozing off on your chest from the jet lag. you loved his presence in the apartment again, one that seemed dull without him for so long. of course you heavily supported what he did, and you always appreciated his efforts of making time for you despite his demanding schedule, but you couldn't help but want to sometimes snag him for yourself. this was the perfect time for that.

morning came, and you found yourself waking up in each other's arms. luckily seonghwa had some time off before he had to go back for schedules, making the rest of your day with him open. turning over to see the clock, you looked at the time: 10:56 am. the nearly six-foot man fell asleep at 7 last night. as much as you wanted to wake him up, you remembered his plane trip from before and decided to let him sleep. you got up, showered, changed into a comfy pair of shorts with a fluffy blouse, and started cooking brunch for when seonghwa would wake. eventually he awoke from and freshened up before getting his gloves.

"good morning," your husband croaked, voice layered thick with sleep from before. once you saw him enter the kitchen to excuse himself and go under the sink, you scoffed.

"park seonghwa!" you scolded. "you just came back from a three weeks' nonstop tour in europe. you shouldn't be doing any work right now, let alone cleaning."

instead of being an obedient husband and listening to his meticulously meddling wife, he raised his hands in false self-defense, kitchen cleaner clutched between his thumb and forefinger in one gloved hand and a rag in another. "you should be the one relaxing, my dear wife," he said, leaning forward to playfully tap your nose with his own before kissing your forehead. "especially since you're the one carrying our bundle of joy." you blushed-- he wasn't wrong.

in the middle of ateez's tour, you found out that you were two weeks in. once you got the news, you immediately told seonghwa via face time, who obviously jumped for joy. now that he was with you, he vowed to be by your side almost 24/7. but still, you wanted him to rest. "yeah, but i want you to relax while i prepare for tonight."

the man's ears perked up at that. "oh? well, then." he rushed to the dustiest place he could find. "i better help you out." you rolled your eyes while smiling. as much as you wanted to continue arguing with him, you truly needed the help, so you decided to let him have his way.

after eating brunch and taking a walk outside in the quiet park near your house, you both arrived home at around five in the evening. seonghwa ordered this 'dinner for two' house service, so you both arrived early enough to get the delivery. after eating said dinner, you took out two wine glasses from the kitchen cabinet and poured out drinks for each other.

your husband eyed you as you gave him his glass. he took the glass and started to scold you. "you know you're not supposed to be drinking, right sweetie?"

after picking up your own glass, you snorted. "of course i know. i gave you wine while i have welch's," you explained, sitting across from him as he snickered at how dark the cherry and grape juice looked-- almost identical to his drink. "let's sit on the couch," you offered, the kitchen chair becoming too hard on your bottom.

seonghwa nodded and got up before (unnecessarily) helping you up as well. once you two reached the comfy couch, you obliged to sit on his lap, getting very comfortable as you sipped on your dark purple-red juice. seonghwa lightly traced shapes on your exposed thigh, his lips occasionally taking sips of the equally dark purple-red intoxicating drink while darting at your beautiful eyes and round stomach that was currently full of life.

"so," he broke the soothing silence to start conversation, "you said earlier that you went to the gynecologist the other day to ask some questions about the pregnancy." you were halfway done with your beverage, but you quickly gulped it down to nod and confirm. "slow down now, take you time," seonghwa laughed, teasing you.

you blushed and lightly pushed him as he smiled. nonetheless, you answered his inquiry. "yes, i asked her tons of questions, since im obviously new to this," you laughed to yourself, motioning towards your growing form. you remembered having a literal list of all that you wanted to ask so that all your fears and deepest concerns would be answered.

the man below you smiled, knowing how much you must've questioned the poor doctor. "what did you ask?"

"well, i asked if i could still exercise the way i used to, and she said that i can-- as long as i take longer breaks, including water and snack breaks. i also asked if i could work, and she said that as long as it doesn't require heavy lifting." as you were talking, seonghwa couldn't help but put the hand that caressed your thigh to your stomach and massage it, as if to soothe his future child.

you smiled and nodded. "yeah. and i also asked if exercise includes-" you stopped yourself, thinking you said enough.

but seonghwa was nothing if not attentive. the hand that had the wine glass leaned forward to put the now empty glass on the coffee table in front of you two, the same hand now leaning back to caress your back as his other hand did the same with your thigh again. "includes- what, baby? tell me, i wont judge."

biting your bottom lip and turning from your husband's gaze, you whispered, "if exercise includes- sex."

although you couldn't see the facial expression plastered on his face, you just knew seonghwa was smirking. "and what did she say?"

you turned to him now, face warm with embarrassment and almost instant arousal. "she said yes. in fact, she said that 'sex can help keep the pregnancy going normally.' she said as long as i don't strain myself and check in to the clinic a few days after i engage in it.. especially if you were to cum inside of me, ill be fine."

to say seonghwa was interested and turned on would be an understatement. you were no different, shifting underneath his lap as his hand trailed higher up your thigh, reaching to the hem on your shorts. as he thumbed the material he asked one final question. "well, how do you feel about trying that out right now?"

your breath was already quickening from your husband's actions, but when his plush lips came in contact with your neck, blowing lightly before giving it a loving kiss, you let out an unintentional moan. you wanted him, now. "fuck, yes. please, hwa."

seonghwa couldn't help flash his signature smile of adoration, which could only be directed towards you. his wife, his love, soon to be the mother of his child. he couldn't wait to treat you like the royalty you are.

as he got a good grip of your waist and made sure your legs wrapped around his waist securely, he lifted himself off the couch to your shared room, effectively carrying you. you loved when he carried you like this: it reminded you of when you first started dating and he would lift you up exactly like this. at first you were embarrassed, since you 'weren't a child anymore', but now you crave for it more than ever. despite your obvious baby weight gain, seonghwa treated you like a small porcelain doll that he had to delicately lift up and put down. this was made hugely apparent as he layed you down on the bed with a loving kiss to your lips. you had no other choice in your instincts than to smile, which you did so beamingly.

grinning back, seonghwa continued to kiss you all over your face, leaning down beforegoing on top of you on all fours, sharing the bond only you two had together through lips. you loved his lips, the same lips you fell for when he asked you out, proposed, and welcomed when he came home to you. you loved them even more, however, when your husband trailed his lips from your own to your jaw, lightly nipping at the outline of it while his hands were tracing your stomach, as if drawing on a blank canvas. "all of this," he stated, trailing his kisses from your jaw to your neck, reaching to the hem of your top to gently pull it off you, "is ours. yours. mine. the baby is us. and you're the one getting to carry such a treasure inside. im so glad to have such a wonderful woman in my life."

if not for his hands resting right on top of your swollen breasts, you would have teared up at seonghwa's endearing words. instead you took steady breaths and awwed. "you're the best man i could ever have as a husband, father of my children, and soulmate. i love you so much," you praised him. being the caring person seonghwa is, he thanked you and gave a kiss to the tops of your chest. your breath quickened as he let his hot breath warm your heated nipples, only for the neutrality of the air to cool it right down, causing you to shiver.

"can't wait to have these beautiful breasts of yours filled with milk for our child." he gently squeezed your right breast, causing you to moan lowly. "i wonder if you might have milk left over, even after the baby's finished eating and all the bottles have filled up." he squeezed the left breast; you had the same reaction with the left as you did for the right. "you think i could help you empty them?" before you could even respond, your mouth made a response for you with a moderately loud gasp and hum as the black-haired man latched his luscious lips to your breasts. normally you would have less of a reaction, but with your hormones raging from the pregnancy and the adrenaline of

seonghwa didn't mind-- it turned him on immensely, seeing his beautiful little wife in so much pleasure like this. as seonghwa proceeded to suckle and lick the erect tips of your nipples before planting his lips onto the soft underside, a strong orgasm was sparked within you, making your core contract, causing you to involuntarily orgasm in your shorts, moans escaping your mouth as your juices pooled under you. whether it was the fact that the adrenaline of feeling him caused your sudden climax, or the fact that your hormones spiked since you found out you were carryin , seonghwa didn't know nor care. he just kept on sucking, licking, and teasing until you nudged his head away.

smiling, he got up and tugged on your soaked shorts, to which you lifted your hips for him to peel off of you. your panties were equally soaked, the purple lace catching seonghwa's eye. "you always know when im coming home, hmm princess?"

you bit your lip and nodded, giggling mischievously. "i knew we were going to do something tonight. i just didn't know how or when."

the man leaned down to kiss from between your breasts slowly to your stomach, slightly massaging your sides. "well, i hope your stamina is enough to last for a while, baby. ill be catching up with lost time tonight." he went back to kissing your abdomen, still with gentle taps and playful, sensual kisses.

seonghwa leaned back to take off his shirt and shorts before once again laying on top of you and holding you close; his hardness pressing against your lower stomach as is tongue raked over the tops of your breasts. he switched from the right to the left side, then licked downwards, tracing you all the way to your cunt, swollen from arousal and expectancy.

you spread your thighs apart in anticipation, and lifted your legs off the bed in front of seonghwa, wetness trickling from your center down to the soiled bedsheets. "you must really want to be fucked, huh?" he smirked, looking into your eyes with a mixture of lust, affection, and fondness. his thumbs dipped into your dripping self, barely spreading open the folds coating your aroused lips with your fluids.

at his touch you bit your lip harder to stop from squealing. "gosh, hwa..." you sighed, loving the teasing your husband did to your core, fingers barely reaching your entrance. "remember how it felt during our first time? that's what it feels like right now." you breathed out as seonghwa traced another line around your core, leaning down to trail a single lick along your lips, finding your hole and slowly slipping inside. "give me more, please," you encouraged, pushing your hips, wanting him to touch you.

pulling back, he parted your lips further apart as he smiled. "can't wait to have what ive been craving since i left for europe," he murmured before going to your cunt, leaning down to lick a long stripe before delcing in. seonghwa's tongue did wonders, and you made sure to let him know it through your sounds. as you vocally displayed how well you were being treated, you heard a slight grunt coming from seonghwa's mouth. perhaps it was a sign of pleasure from him as he licked your luscious folds from top to bottom, tongue working rhytmically in a smooth pace, or maybe it was from him doing his best to slurp up all the juices pouring out of you.

either way you both loved what you were getting, and you were sure to orgasm any time soon. he moved his mouth to your entrance, now tongue fucking into you. almost completely lost in pleasure, you placed your palms on top of his head to hold him there. as seonghwa began to thrust, all tthe sounds that came out your mouth were short gasps and pleasured whimpers. his movements were very calculated as he tried to cover you from every angle possible, looking to feast on every crevice, kiss every corner of your body.

once your orgasm started to roll out of control, your moans became a heavy panting. "im cumming. hwa, im cumming!" your back arched upward, inviting seonghwa to grab your boobs and squeeze, your body reacting to it by squeezing on his tongue. he cleaned up the remnants of your orgasm, making sure not to leave any drop behind.

your body shook as you came down with a sigh. seonghwa licked you once more before rubbing your clit with his thumb, making you whimper from overstimulation. "you taste even sweeter than before. maybe it's the pregnancy. i should probably keep you knocked up for me, hmm?" you only whined out a simple 'hwa' in response, him still rubbing your pleasure point.

once your cunt was wet enough for penetration (as if it wasn't already wet enough from your arousal), you spread them apart with your fingertips as you opened your legs wide enough to let almost all his body in between. your body was trembling, anticipation almost to the point of exhaustion taking over.

seonghwa, being as equally excited, shifted himself so that he could hold his leaking cock in his hands, pumping it a couple times before letting the tip come in contact with your reddened clit. "ready for me, princess?" he said, the love in his eyes as apparent as the lust in them.

"of course," you breathed out as you did your best to push him in you using your hips, wanting him for the longest time now. he took that as a 'do it immediately' and lifted you up as he laid down. you switched sides, as you went to top, so that the weight from your stomach could be taken off your back. he bent his knees to hel support you and again took his cock in his hands, rubbing the tip up and down your slit as you took quick, short, quiet breaths-- preparing yourself for what was to come. "so stop teasing and fuck your little princess."

seonghwa chuckled before attempting to push his entire length into you, his hands grasping your thighs firmly to hold you steady as you guided him in, hearing the pained groan leaving your lips. you were tight--extremely tight since you haven't done anything after the tour announcement. your husband could tell how tight you were by his facial expressions: his brows furrowed tight as his mouth dropped open by the pure please from being inside you.

in no time, however, your inner walls quickly warmed to his hardness, relaxing in order to accept the whole of it in. soon enough you were rocking your hips front and back, eliciting almost choked out groans from the man below you. "please, hwa," you pleadingly moaned, "please move." your moans grow louder as seonghwa listened to you and thrusted his girth in and out of you slowly.

unlike the hundreds of times you had sex in the same position, this time felt more intimate. "god, i missed this," seonghwa stated, his forehead glittered with sweat as he worked from under you. "being with my little princess and taking care of her just the way she likes." it had to be because of the pregnancy and the hormones. or maybe it was because of touch starvation. probably both, even. all you knew was that you didn't want it to stop. in fact-

"go faster, hwa," you called out to him. as much as you loved the moderate pace you two were going at, his cock dragging deliciously thick unto your aching walls, you craved for more.

seonghwa teased you, a devilish smirk playing across his lips. "more?" you nodded, head rested on his shoulder as you breathed lowly. "my little mommy wants more? im not fucking you fast enough? hard enough? greedy girl."

all his verbal teasing didn't make your neediness subside. in fact, it made you more insatiable. you whined even more as your cunt was continously getting breached by your husband's length. thankfully, seonghwa couldn't deny you any further as you felt him lock his knees in place and the bed slightly dipping. his hands gripped your hips tightly as he somehow thrusted harder inside of you, the pace fast but still rhytmic.

you grabbed the sheets beside his head tightly, your nails digging deep into the fabric to steady yourself, hiccupping as he changed speeds.

"yes, yes yes! fuck.. hwa, please, more! please! " you closed your eyes as his head continuosly rubbed against your sweet spot; it felt like every single thrust gave you indescribable pleasure. you almost forgotten the feeling of seonghwa inside you and how great he was during sex after weeks of not seeing nor feeling him. you could feel every inch of his length driving into you, hitting your core to the hilt. wh

en seonghwa took one of your breast to lightly bite, your eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy. you cried out as you muffled your screams by burying your face in seonghwa's neck. your orgasm was building up in intensity, your husband could tell from you continously clenching on his length. sure enough, you gushed out liquid signals of satisfaction until overstimulation peeked through as you sighed.

seonghwa kept pounding into you though, slowly bringing you back to pleasure. "again," he grunted before continuing the sensual assault on your sensitive nerves. "i want you cumming on me again. want to make you a mommy again as i fuck another baby into you." all you could do was whimper praises of how well your husband was fucking you, encouraging him to spill inside.

finally he did. seonghwa let go with a few groans, him thrusting up into you until he flooded your occupied womb over with his seed. he came so much that it was overflowing your cunt and his length as it pooled on his lap. "fuck," he exclaimed as he calmed down, his cock softening inside of you. you lifted yourself from his chest, pressing your sweaty forehead to his. "you okay?" he spoke, holding you close, breathing out a sigh as he rubbed circles on your back.

you nodded, your arms hugging his neck. "did you cum?" you whispered into his neck.

seonghwa grinned mischievously. "are you asking because you think im going fuck you again, or because you blacked out?" you scoffed and lightly smacked his shoulder. "ow!" he feigned pain.

shaking your head, you answered. "i just want to know because i feel like i squirted." the man laughed a bit before raising your hips up for you to see the mixture your little escapade made. you gasped from the movement, biting your lip in arousal as you saw how your messy cunt connect with your lover's equally messy length. looking back at seonghwa, you smiled and leaned down to kiss him, moaning in between the kiss as he rested your hips back down to connect with his.

you smiled with happiness as you let out a soft chuckle. "wow," you said quietly, meeting the man's eyes. "it feels really nice to experience sex again after all these weeks." he softly kissed your cheek before nodding his head in agreement. "and to have my baby's daddy return from work to take care of me."

seonghwa hugged you tight. "my sweet princess, i wish i could take you everywhere with me. how could i fit everything in my life to give you exactly what you deserve?"

you nestled your face against his shoulder, sighing against it as you relaxed in his arms. "you'd probably die if you tried, that's for sure. no matter how many times you touch me, fuck me, it won't be enough, will it?"

"definitely not." he smiled widely as he turned you two around again, you now on your back as he leaned down and nuzzled your neck. "now why don't you stay still and ill show you how much i've missed you."

with your legs intertwined together, you enjoyed every last second of comfort before settling down with your husband's prescence above you, breathing heavily as seonghwa began running his hands over your breasts again. you lazily rolled your eyes to the side as he played with your nipples, causing you to moan. you fisted the bed sheest, running your fingers along it for support. it felt so good to have your husband touching you again, holding you close while he worked his magic on you.

his warm breath tickled your neck as he began licking on your exposed skin. you could tell missed you-- the smell of sweat coming from you mixed with your aroma filled the room, seemingly invigorating him as he played with your breasts. you gently ran your hand along his spine as he planted kisses on your collarbone.

seonghwa brushed his fingers across your cleavage before kissing you once more. "wait here, angel," he whispered as he pulled away from your skin, kissing your temple. he got up and went to the bathroom, running warm water in the bathtub until it filled to a good enough water level.

he went back to find you smiling at him, hand rubbing over your stomach. seonghwa smiled back and picked you up, carrying you to the tub so that both he and you could relax even further there.

you waited for seonghwa to enter the bathtub with you, sinking into the water with your back pressed against his chest. he lowered you down so that your feet wouldn't stick to the surface of the water, submerging you from the chest down. you soaked up the warmth as he began massaging your shoulders and neck, humming as you groaned in satisfaction.

seonghwa then wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as your eyes slowly fell asleep. these were the times when you were happy that you could make up for the time lost, even if it wasn't that long ago.

so.. um, surprise! a fic in april because it's my birthday. the end of this work is kind of wonky, a bit funny (not in a comedic way) in my opinion. but nonetheless, im proud with the fic overall. @/flowhwa orignially made this headcanon-y thing, but im guessing the hyperlink either isnt working or the post has been deleted :( anyway, hopefully you enjoyed it!

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.