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crescendo — chwe hansol | 1,042 words | fluff
boinon! chwe! hansol! back on my marriage agenda because it's ME. song taken from vernon's playlist from weverse magazine. also i'm a firm believer that vernon is the kind of guy who looks at two of anything and just goes "us." please enjoy me simping for him.
gender neutral reader. warnings: none.
you notice vernon's not sleeping anymore.
he's looking up at you from where his head is resting on your chest. he always does this thing where his gaze is focused on you till you acknowledge it, whether it's by asking him what's up, or blushing at how intense it is.
this time, though, you don't do anything to shake the moment. so it's just you looking down into his eyes that are looking back at you, and it's not the first time you've paused to admire his eyes.
before vernon, you didn't really understand how you could be lost in someone's eyes. but his eyes? hazel brown, shining when they catch the light just right, a hundred thoughts running through them. streaks of light you wish you could decode.
there's a soft love song playing in your ears while your hands rest on his chest, tracing the shapes of the stars on his shirt. he manages to look good even when he's upside down, somehow.
soft. vernon would shake his head if you said that to him out loud, but he wouldn't deny it. not anymore. he likes when you call him nicknames. he likes when you call him, even. content to listen to your self-professed rambling about whatever's on your mind.
just like you're content to listen to him ask you ridiculous questions out of the blue. ridiculous to anyone who doesn't know him.
"do you believe we're made of the same stuff stars are made of?"
you'd blinked out of the show you'd been watching. "i...yeah? technically? hydrogen and all."
"does that mean we found each other all those years ago? and not just now?"
vernon has a way with words, really. he doesn't downplay it, but that's because you don't let him know how much it affects you in the first place. you could be talking about two seeds in a segment of tangerine and he'd say it was the both of you. two moths flying around a lamp? you.
and then there's times you think his humour couldn't get any worse.
"hey, you dropped something."
you'd looked around to find nothing out of place. "what?"
"my jaw."
suffice to say, vernon didn't get a single kiss from you for the next few hours.
(of course, you'd had to make it up to him with a ton of kisses and cuddles later on.)
right now, he's still looking at you, and the song has changed. you don't know the name of it, having picked it from the playlist vernon made for you, that he keeps adding to.
i hope you like this, he'd said shyly, when he'd sent you the link to it.
it's not surprising that you've liked almost every song you've heard so far. of course, there's a few that don't match your vibe, but when you close your eyes and think of vernon enjoying the song, lost in his own world, it makes you like them a little more.
back to the present. your fingers are tapping along to the rhythm of the song, something about love and self-doubt, upbeat yet heart-wrenching with a guitar riff that's so painfully vernon that you have to lean down and kiss his head.
vernon grabs your fingers where they're dancing on his chest and presses a kiss to your thumb. then your index finger. then the rest of your fingers. and then your palm.
you stop the song, amused at how affectionate he's being.
"what's up?" you ask, taking off your earphones.
he shakes his head. you push at his shoulder lightly.
"keep listening to your song."
you frown. "am i ignoring you?"
vernon sighs. "not at all. it's just...you'll stop doing it if i point it out."
"stop doing what?"
he takes your hand and places it on his chest, trapping it in place with his own. "you do this...thing. you tap out a song on me when we're not listening to it together. and then i try to guess what you're listening to. and i almost always get it wrong. it's...silly."
your heart feels too big for your chest. "vern? have i ever told you how much i love you?"
he shuts his eyes, a smile on his face. "yeah. 'course you have. love you, too."
squeezing his hand that's holding yours, you resume playing the song. he lets go of your hand so you can continue tapping out the beats.
"can you guess what it was?" you ask, once the song ends.
"hm. kinda fast paced, and there's only a few of those on there. breaking the law?"
"nope."
"rock with you?"
you shake your head. "did you really add one of your own songs on there?"
"hey, we make good music, too."
"never denied that."
vernon shrugs. "i don't know."
"marry me."
vernon freezes noticeably under your hand, before pushing it away and sitting up, staring at you.
it's just you and him and the silence in the room. his eyes have you trapped in place, unable to look elsewhere.
"by ellegarden!" you blurt out, suddenly realizing how your words could be misconstrued. "it's..." you scroll through the playlist. "the first song you ever put in there."
"oh," is all he says, but he's blushing. he's blushing. you made your famously stoic boyfriend blush.
"vernon? did you think i..."
"...maybe?"
you let out a small laugh at that. "do you really think...have you ever thought about getting...y'know?
"married?" he asks, smirking. "you shouldn't ask me about it if you're so shy."
"i didn't—!" it's a losing battle. of course you've thought about it, and of course you're shy about it. spending the rest of your life with the person who means the most to you sounds like a dream, and you're living in it right now. halfway there.
"if it's any consolation," vernon says, slotting his fingers with yours, "i've thought about it."
"and?"
"i like it."
it's nearing six in the evening. vernon has his head on your chest again, listening to a song with you this time. you're going to have to listen to it again, the way your brain is clouded by thoughts of him and you.
it can't get better than this.
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I'M SO DIZZY Y'ALL GIVE ME A CLUELESS SEOKMIN PLEASE??????????????????
18+ / mdi
content: clueless!seokmin, established relationship, afab reader, he's a lil airheaded but thats fine bc he's cute, reader is a lil pushy, smut, penetrative sex, etc.
wc: 1690
a/n: tysm to the person who requested <33 i lovelovelove this concept so much its so fitting for seokmin
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you loved seokmin, you really did. but there was only so much you could take before you went crazy.
he was the perfect boyfriend, truly! he fulfilled every boyfriend duty to an exemplary extent, leaving no part of you dissatisfied. except, well, for one.
you'd only started dating recently. it had been one, no, two months - if you count the talking stage, that is - since seokmin had grown the balls to ask for your number, claiming he had fallen head over heels for you the moment your mutual friend jeonghan had introduced you at a gathering a few months back. at first it had been simple back and forth flirting through text (and occasionally face to face, whenever you'd both had enough drinks to look into each other's eyes without blushing). then it turned into an official proposition from seokmin, who showed up with flowers one day and sheepishly asked if you'd consider being official with him. you, not being an idiot, jumped into his arms with an enthusiastic yes. and that's how you ended up here, two months into the perfect relationship.
and also two months into a sexless relationship. yes, sex was not the most important part of a relationship. you could accept it if seokmin never put his hands on you in that way, loving and respecting him no matter what. except he constantly did. he was an overly excited man, who would consistently touch and caress you (always innocently, in seokmin fashion) in order to express his love. it was never explicitly sexual, but to you it felt borderline. plus, you knew for a fact that the feeling was mutual. you knew that seokmin wanted you in the way you did him. at least going off one of the drunken conversations you had with him at some random gathering during your talking stage. he had made clear the way he saw you (in words you were too flustered to repeat). except that was the last mention of it. he'd never mentioned his sexual desires to you since then. you knew seokmin was a very proper and respectful man, that he would never push you into an uncomfortable position, but you really wished he would just take a damn hint.
you'd tried everything by now, except you were subtle about it, not wanting to come off as desperate. you'd tried extending the quick pecks he gave you every time he said goodbye, but were always met with a sheepish chuckle as he pulled away and gave you a cheeky wink before you could even try to stick your tongue in his mouth. you'd run your hands up and down his chest any time he held you in his arms, but would be promptly stopped as soon as he started tickling you. you'd press your ass up against him as he held you in your sleep, but you'd be met with big arms flipping you over to face him, cocooning you in his embrace.
he'd never outwardly reject you, but he'd absolutely misinterpret your advancements for innocent requests for his affections. you weren't sure if the man was trying to send you a message, or if maybe he was just an idiot when it came to this. you also weren't sure how many more nights you'd be able to walk into your room after your nightly routine to find a very delicious-looking seokmin, arms bare as he laid in your bed waiting to hold you in his arms.
the answer was zero. you weren't sure exactly what had broken the camel's back for you. but tonight you had just gone insane with desire for him. you'd walked into the room, spotting seokmin as he laid on your bed, sleeveless shirt showing off his muscles as he laid one of them behind his head while the other held onto his phone. the position gave you a perfect view of his flexed muscles. you were dizzy just at the sight. it was no surprise to you when your body took control over you, leading you to his side of the bed as you snatched his phone and threw it to the side before straddling him, attacking him with a heavy kiss. this was the first time you'd been so forward, but there was only so much a girl could take.
seokmin's reaction was what you'd expect from any man with a pretty girl sitting atop his lap. he kissed you back just as eagerly, allowing you to let your tongue play with his. you made out for a bit before you allowed your hips to begin sensually canting against his. much to your surprise, his arms wrapped around you, holding onto your ass as he guided your thrusts.
his breathy moans against your mouth were driving you mad. you could tell he had felt just as deprived as you. he must've been trying to be a gentleman all this time, not wanting to pursue you sexually unless you were 100% explicit about you wanting him in the same way. for some reason this made you want to jump his bones even more. thinking about a pent up seokmin holding back from letting you ride him into oblivion due to his respectful demeanor made you wanna sit on his cock until he cried.
you finally pulled away from him, heavy breath as you looked down at him, 'seokmin.'
'what's wrong?', his breath was just as heavy as yours, 'do-do you not want to, baby? it's okay, we don't have to. would never wanna for-'
'seokmin. if you don't let me sit on your dick, i swear to god.'
he looked up at you with wide eyes, mouth still open from having been interrupted mid speech, 'w-what?'
'minnie, i've been wanting you to fuck me since the day you asked me for my number. you've been dodging me all this time and it's been making me go insane. i want you so fucking bad.'
'me?! i-i wanted you too! just .. didn't wanna push you into anything. wasn't sure you wanted to do anything. it's only been one month ..'
'two months! i've been wanting to jump you since day one, minnie.'
'o-oh.'
'can i fuck you now, baby?'
'yes. fuck. please.'
and that was all confirmation you needed to throw off your shorts and shirt, giving seokmin perfect view of your nude body. his reaction had your ego reaching brand new levels of high as he shyly reached out his arms to your chest, audibly moaning at your pretty silhouette. you helped him the rest of the way by placing his palms around your tits and lowering yourself to explore his mouth with your tongue once again.
you only made out for a minute or so, growing too frustrated with desire to have his massive length inside you. you made quick work of his tank top, throwing it aside as if it were your biggest enemy. but the real enemy had been his sweats, which were keeping you from the dick you'd daydreamed about every night for months on end. you must've looked insane, reaching superhuman speed to remove his pants and boxers all at once, leaving a very naked seokmin before you, with his cock taking the role of main character as it stood in all its might before you.
you couldn't help but salivate over it. it was so tall and thick, just as you'd imagined. you had to hold yourself back from begging seokmin to let you gag on it, not wanting to scare him off. you didn't want him to think you were some kind of sex maniac, but the sight of such a pretty cock without a mouth to envelop it made you feel violent inside. but these thoughts could be left for another day. right now all you wanted was for him to bruise your cervix.
'baby ... please stop staring like that, you're making me self-conscious', said the owner of the delicious length standing before you.
'self-concious?? minnie, you're hung as shit! jesus, can't wait to sit on you baby. can i? wanna feel you so bad.'
'goddamnit. don't say stuff like that .. i've been waiting so long, you're gonna make me cum.'
god, the thought of his cum filling you up was yet another thought that had you humming in satisfaction. but you needed to put the distractions aside. you could not go another minute without molding to his size.
after rubbing his dick a bit as if to ensure exactly what was going to be impaling you in a few minutes, you finally sank down on him, sighing out in pleasure as you threw your head back.
so worth the wait.
'b-baby! fuck. you feel so ... so fucking good.'
you sped up immediately upon him entering you, already so pent up you knew your orgasm would find you earlier than it usually did.
'can't believe you deprived me of this for two months, minnie. could've been keeping you warm all this time.'
'no ... didn't wa-wanna push you. wanted you to want me first ..'
'minnie ... i've always wanted you. you're so ... you're perfect', your pace had now slowed down, allowing you to angle yourself in a way that had your toes curling, mouth hung open as your words disappeared in your throat.
'gonna cum if you keep saying those things, pretty.'
'yeah? gonna cum for me, minnie? want you to fill me up so bad. will you do that?' you were taunting him, fully aware your end was just around the corner. you knew nothing would compare to the feeling of the pretty man filling you up, so you squeezed your walls around him, making him groan out at the feeling.
his hands tightened on your skin, maniacally trying to guide your movements as he finally climaxed, leading you to your own climax almost immediately after. you both shivered against each other, feeling the intensity of your orgasms cruise through you.
it took you a few seconds to regain full consciousness. seokmin had been the one to speak up first after the fact, making you giggle at his breathless statement.
'next time, please just jump me.'
Me when me when I when I when me when
Tender — Terzomega Oneshot
2.3k words ~ smut
Tonight, Omega is the one beneath his Papa.
you guys thought my last oneshot was sweet?? i have been STARVING you guys for tender terzomega content. if ur one of my readers desperate for some love with a side of smut, i think you’ll like this one~
and yeah, the desire to write a subby omega came from a certain prominent artist often featured this blog. you know who you are. at least, you probably will when you read this.
—
Before him was the ghoul, his hands affixed to the bed frame by a belt, kneeling on the ground, back turned. He wore no clothes. Vulnerable. Trembling.
But it was not fear.
Two lively, vibrating bullets were affixed on either side of his throbbing cock, a teasing, unending bliss that was almost unbearable. He hung his head, though it was not obvious whether he was staring at his situation or shutting his eyes in concentration.
His back bore several sharp stings. Slap. One more. Terzo spun the crop in his hands, then gently ran it down his spine.
“Terzo…”
He tilted his head at the unsteady voice. “Hm?”
Omega paused, as if gathering the strength to speak. “May I cum? Please?”
Terzo smiled. “How sweet. I did not even have to remind you of your manners. But really, ghoul, are you already finished?”
Another sharp slap. Omega rolled his shoulders, hunching slightly. His fists tightened, wrists straining on the rope tied to the ornate bed frame.
“You are a big boy, si? You do not have to listen to me, do you?”
Omega shook his head. “I… will listen to you…”
“Then do not ask.” Slap. “Be patient.”
“Yes, Papa.” Omega shuddered, lifting slightly, tensing. Holding himself back.
“Perhaps I will let you cum if you say how many times I have hit you.”
Omega’s mind was foggy, focused on ugly, unsexy things to keep himself from disobeying Terzo. Polluted waters. Insects. Stenchful waste. There was no room for counting.
“I… I don’t… know…” he responded slowly, helplessly, moaning between his words.
“Disappointing, cucciolotto.”
Terzo touched him with the crop, which made Omega flinch heavily, but no sting came. He released a sigh of relief.
He chuckled. “Settle down. I will count for you.”
He gently glided the leather across his skin, counting each mark, slowly, from his shoulders down to his ass cheeks. Terzo bent down and slapped his ass himself.
“Mmm…” Omega groaned, folding into himself.
“I believe there are eleven. How many should we do?”
Omega shrugged half-heartedly. He looked over his shoulder, finding the sight of Terzo a welcome one. He was still entirely dressed, though he was sporting an obvious bulge, and he wore a look of confidence and power Omega only saw during nights like these. He regretted looking, for now his concentration on the undesirable had been shattered by the sight of his delicious Papa.
Terzo grabbed his head and spun it forward, slapping his cheek a bit too forcefully. Omega shut his eyes tightly, close, so close, holding himself back with everything in his power. His nails dug into the wood of the bed frame, splitting into the wood.
“Please…” he moaned, almost a whine.
“Use your words.”
“Please… please, Terzo… let me cum…”
“Hm.”
Omega heard his steps behind him, approaching him. He felt Terzo kneeling down, felt his hands suddenly feeling his torso.
“I will count for you,” Terzo said. Omega could hear the smile. “You do not finish before I reach one, and if you are late, I will not let you cum at all.”
Omega nodded, desperate.
“Ten.”
Terzo’s fingers slowly caressed his stomach, the V in his hips, one hand slipping down to cup his balls.
“Nine.”
Omega went stiff. Terzo played with him. He let out the faintest whimper.
“Eight.”
Anything to get his mind off this. Terzo was killing him, feeling his body in just the ways he liked, massaging him, pushing him to the brink.
“Seven.”
His hands moved upwards. Omega shuddered.
“Six.”
He held onto every number, trying to ignore his hands.
“Five.”
Terzo rubbed circles into his nipples. Omega flinched, falling forward slightly, releasing a pained grunt.
“Four.”
It was too much. He could feel Terzo’s erection on the back of his thigh, and it drove him crazier.
“Three.”
He was afraid he would snap the belt.
“Two.”
So close. So close. Omega released his stranglehold on his own pleasure slightly, anticipating the end.
“One.”
Omega panted, moaned, his tongue falling out of his mouth. He gave up control, relenting to the vibrations in his cock, to Terzo’s fingers, to his alluring presence, to the erotic stings on his back, to everything that drove him wild. He jolted violently, the bed creaking painfully as he yanked his body against it. He came on the ground, twitching harshly, emitting a short, tortured yell like he would burst into tears.
He looked over his shoulder. Terzo kissed his cheek. The bullets did not turn off.
“Terzo…?”
Terzo stood, smiling. Omega began to whimper. He hopped on the bed, stomach down, peering over the edge of the mattress, almost eye to eye. He kissed him, then slowly, ever so slow, he undid the belt holding his wrists to the bed. But by the time he was free, Omega could not do anything except fall to the ground, shaking, holding his own dick as it continued to vibrate painfully.
“Terzo—!” Omega gasped, tears pricking his eyes. He curled up, sobbing, overstimulated.
“Yes, carramio?”
“I… Mmm… Turn it off…”
“Ask me nicely.”
“Please… Haah… Turn… it… off…”
“As you wish.”
Terzo fished the remote from his pocket, and in an instant Omega was granted relief. He gasped, his muscles slowly relaxing, still feeling ghosts of vibrations all throughout his pelvis. He shut his eyes, panting, gathering himself.
“My Omega ghoul… You did so well,” Terzo mused, squatting over him and pushing back his hair. Omega looked up at him helplessly. His hand rested on his cheek.“I love you.”
Omega inhaled slowly, a smile blooming on his lips. He reached up to grab his hand, kissing his palm. “I love you too.”
“Are you finished for the night?” Terzo asked gently.
Omega shook his head. “I haven’t satisfied my Papa yet.”
He took a deep breath and got to his knees, now eye to eye with Terzo. They leaned in, kissing sweetly.
“Tersoro mio, you are so good for me,” Terzo smirked against his lips, nipping them slightly.
“Anything for you.”
“Anything?” Terzo tutted, drawing to a stand. Omega looked up at him, completely enamored, entirely submissive. He nodded eagerly.
Terzo rolled his neck, then threaded his fingers in Omega’s hair. “There must be some good use for that mouth, hm?”
Omega leaned forward, rubbing his head against Terzo’s bulge. He pressed his mouth against it, licking the fabric.
“Aren’t you excited?” Terzo chuckled. “What is it that you want?”
“You…”
“Which part of me?”
Omega swallowed, looking up again. “I want to taste your dick, Papa.”
“Only because you are so polite, hm?”
Terzo let go of his head, slowly undoing his pants. Omega stared desperately. He moved to reach up, to help him, but Terzo took a step back.
“Be patient, cuccilotto. Hold your hands behind your back.”
Omega complied, turning his head away shamefully. Terzo stepped forward again, unzipping himself mere inches from his face. Agonizingly slow. Terzo reached in the partially open zipper, rubbing himself, bumping Omega’s face slightly. In response, he looked up pathetically.
“Please, Terzo. I want to be the one pleasing you.”
“Ask again,” Terzo glared down at him viciously, smiling.
“Please…” Omega begged. “Let me blow you…”
“What pitiful ghoul this is,” Terzo laughed, roughly grabbing his hair again, yanking it back to force him into looking up. “You beg for me to fuck your mouth.”
Terzo yanked down his pants with the other hand, and finally the prize was dangling before Omega.
“Open.”
Omega did so, his lips parting, tongue poking out greedily. Terzo slapped his cock on it a few times. Omega lifted his tongue, wanting to catch it in his mouth, his head still held back by Terzo’s tight grasp.
Terzo finally let him have it, shoving himself in Omega’s mouth. He hummed, partly in surprise, partly in satisfaction.
Then, he was struggling to breathe.
Terzo laughed, holding up the remote that controlled the bullets still tied against his dick. He had turned them on, which had made Omega falter, spit dripping from his mouth, moaning at the sensation.
“I will turn them off when you make me cum,” Terzo said mischievously. Omega whined, glancing upward.
Determined, Omega took Terzo in his mouth again, falling into a bobbing rhythm, focused on his mouth and not his own cock, which was now twitching and growing into a measly half on from the stimulation. He felt precum dripping on his thighs, just as he tasted it from Terzo on his tongue.
Omega struggled to continue, his moans vibrating around Terzo. His hands moved to hold his dick, not to remove the bullets, but in a futile attempt to lessen the overwhelming pleasure. It brought no relief. It simply looked pathetic, him whimpering as his throat was pounded by Terzo, gripping his cock like it would cease to bring tears to his eyes. Indeed, he began to cry.
Terzo moved to grab him by the horns, better able to thrust his hips into his hot mouth. Omega breathed harshly, the air from his nose blowing against Terzo’s body just to hit him in the face again. He struggled to inhale. He gave up breathing. All he could do was focus on his Papa’s cock, not his own, hoping that his efforts would bring relief.
Terzo grunted above him. “Good ghoul…” he huffed, “Good cucci… You feel so good…”
Emboldened by his praise, Omega was determined to keep going. He shut his eyes tightly, thinking of nothing but his love. How he wanted to please his love. How he wanted to swallow his cum. How he wanted to suffer beneath him always, just so he would pick him back up again and tell him that he did a good job.
Though, perhaps those lines of thinking were a mistake.
Overwhelmed and infatuated, the thought of Terzo’s love in the aftermath had made him cum again, all over himself, still holding tightly to his dick. He tried to scream again, but he could hardly breath in the first place, let alone get the cry through Terzo’s cock destroying his throat.
“Did my pet get too excited?” Terzo moaned, tilting his head down. Omega ventured to peek upwards, his vision blurred by tears. “Too bad… I’m not finished…”
Omega felt like his body was floating, disappearing from him, his cock so numb from the pleasure and vibrations he hardly felt it at all. His body was so tense, but he kept his jaw loose. It would be soon, he knew. Terzo always loved the sight of him cumming too fast.
Terzo suddenly ripped himself from Omega’s mouth. Omega gasped, coughed. Terzo kept stroking himself furiously.
“Open your mouth,” he barked. Omega complied, his chest heaving, staring at his cock, waiting. Terzo jerked quickly. His face was erotic, lips parted, eyelids fluttering. Omega looked at him, crying, yet unable to stop himself from smiling.
Terzo moaned, and ropes of hot, white cum smacked Omega in the face, making him flinch. The first few spurts managed to reach his tongue and lips, but some stray drops hit him near the eyes. His tears mixed with it, mercifully preventing it from stinging his eyes.
Terzo slowed down, angling his pelvis forward and squeezing the last few drops out on Omega’s tongue. He licked his tip gently, cleaning his Papa, swallowing it down between gasps. The toy was still on. But he would bear it for his love.
Terzo finally held up the remote, turning it off. Omega sighed, relieved, slumping in on himself.
“Oh, my poor cuccilotto, are you alright?” Terzo squatted down again, once more pushing his hair back to meet his gaze.
“Yeah.” Omega nodded, smiling.
“Let us take good care of you now, si? Can you still walk?”
Terzo stood and held out his hand. Omega took it, slowly rising, towering over him. He felt unsteady, yet capable. He slung his arm around Terzo as he supported him by the chest, and was led to the bathroom.
Omega sat on the lip of the bathtub. Terzo ran the water and stripped. Omega watched contentedly, always enjoying the sight of Terzo in the nude.
“Let’s remove these silly things.” Terzo knelt in front of him, gently pushing his legs wider. He carefully took off the bullets, revealing two indents in the flesh of his soft cock. Omega rubbed the tender skin lightly.
Terzo chuckled. “Do not worry, those will not stay.”
After rinsing them in the sink, Terzo disappeared out of the room to put them away. By the time he returned, Omega was already sunk in the tub, one arm slung over the side next to his tail, his head leaning back against the tile wall. The water steamed around him.
“The water must be burning hot.” Terzo sat on the lip and dipped his finger in, nodding. He shut the water off, then teased, “Are you a fire ghoul?”
Omega grinned, grabbing his hand. “It feels nice. Get in.”
“No, thank you. My skin is sensitive.”
Omega snatched him by the waist and pulled him in, water splashing around them and on the floor. Terzo yelped.
“You are spilling! It is hot!”
Omega laughed, sitting up and burying his head behind his neck, holding him tightly. He did not care. He only cared to feel him, to smell him, to have him in his arms. His Terzo.
Terzo sighed, settling down. “You are mopping that up.”
Omega hummed affirmatively. A soft sound, one that drew on long enough to sound, perhaps, like a purr.
“I love you.” Terzo leaned back, caressing Omega’s strong arms around him with delicate fingers.
Omega’s heart melted. Now, he really was purring. This was his Papa. Nothing else mattered to him.
“I love you, too.”
i want chan too😭😭
ugh im in a chan brainrot.
pink lace
(softdom!bangchan x f!reader)
warnings: dom/sub themes, nipple play, pet names such as “good girl”, chan is so whipped for the reader help-, oral (f receiving), and a bit of overstimulation.
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“baby, let me know when you’re ready,” your boyfriend said, while waiting patiently in the other room.
bang chan is such a caring and attentive boyfriend, he constantly showers you with love. one of his favourite ways may be a bit on the sensual side, gifting you lingerie out of nowhere, however you like it nonetheless.
he has bought you already so many beautiful pieces of lingerie, he has such great taste. he gears more towards the pretty ones, with lace and the colours tending to be either white, black, or bras with cute embroidered flowers on them. yet, he has never gifted you one that was pink. strange enough he’d always liked you in pink. always saying that it complimented your skin tone well. you liked those cute pieces too as they also match your taste as well.
soon your worries would be at ease, when chan came home from the studio earlier than usual, he had a light pink box in his hands. it was too small to be a cake or other pastries, and too big to be a jewelry box. it was only after the light kisses he gave you after his entry to your home, did you realize that it was lingerie.
here you are now, putting on the bra, along with the panties, and thigh-high socks that came in the package. the material was soft, and the bubblegum pink colour of the bra and panties are adorable. you like how they look on you, enhancing your breasts, and giving you a beautiful shape. as you put on the white socks that reach the middle of your thigh, adjusting the lace on the end of them to match your other thigh, your hear footsteps approaching.
knowing that an impatient boyfriend is about to enter the room, you wait until he comes in. chan takes one look at you and he can’t help but fall more in love with you. “you look so beautiful y/n,” he says, admiring the lace on you chest and thighs. while biting his lower lip, he takes a few steps closer to you.
“i’m happy you like it on me channie,” you say, with a little smile on your face while looking at yourself in the mirror. chan comes behind you, putting an arm around your waist, and positioning his chin between you neck and shoulders. the other arm reaches lower, to your upper thigh. “princess, i don’t just like it, i love it. you make me so happy,” he tells you, ending off his sentence with a few kisses on your neck.
you enjoy the slow kisses he gives you, closing your eyes and feeling yourself getting just a bit wetter. chan’s hand on your waist slowly reaches up, now playing with your left breast. his hand on your thigh still remains there with a prominent grip. you try not to moan just yet with the many pleasurable feelings you’re feeling, as it is still too early. you’re sure by now you'll have a few hickeys on your neck thanks to chan. “i couldn’t really wait much longer, i wanted to see my baby all pretty, that’s why i came in.” chan says.
“oh really? well you have me all to yourself…” you say seductively. chan feels his pants tighten a little more, the hand on your chest becomes rough, playing with your hardened nipple. of course chan knows just what to do with his skilled fingers to make squirm. his fingertips circling the bud and pulling it ever so slightly. this time you can’t keep in your moans.
eager to kiss your soft lips he turns you towards him, backing you so your back reaches to cold surface of the mirror. you gasp a bit with the new feeling, however your gasps gets cut off with his plump lips meeting yours. the kiss was passionate, starting off slow at first but getting faster and rougher as you both start to lose a bit of control. chan groans into the kiss, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure to your pussy. you moan in to the kiss, feeling your panties get wetter.
ending the kiss, chan pulls away, “fuck baby, i don’t think i can wait much longer.” chan separates your thighs with his knee. his right hand grazing at your pussy, finger dipping slightly in between your folds, “aww sweetie, i don’t think you can wait much longer either. you’re such a good girl for me, getting so wet already…”
he unclasps the front of your bra, your nipples quickly harden with the cold air on them. he mumbles to himself a ‘so pretty’ before reaching down and sucking on one. reciprocation the action with his hand on the other. his hand on your pussy is at a steady, yet teasing pace. chan is barely even doing anything to you, and you already feel as if you’re on cloud nine. chan always seems to know just what to do to you, so you become a mess in his hands.
the little moans and gasps that you make add to the sexual atmosphere. and you’re starting to crave more, to want more. you need him inside you, need his hands in you. “please channie, don’t tease me, i need you. please.” you say while looking at him. his eyes are dark, filled with lust and want.
“i’m sorry baby,” he pauses, lifting you up so your legs wrap around his waist, his hands on your ass. he carries you to the edge of the bed and puts you down gently on your back. you tug on his shirt, it’s only fair that he undresses too. swiftly he removes his black shirt, and you become mesmerized by his physique.
everything about him is perfect you think. his abs, toned arms, and the muscles on his back that you can see from the mirror behind him are all so attractive. your thoughts get caught off by chan sliding your panties down your legs. you hadn’t realized just how affected you were by him, “fuck you’re so wet,” he says, his australian accent more apparent. he reaches down and licks a long stripe of your pussy. stopping at your clit and circling around it. he takes his middle finger and inserts it in you. all you can do is enjoy the pleasure he’s giving you. taking in every stroke of chan’s long finger in you, and how it curls up slightly.
he adds another, scissoring them to prepare you for his dick. his tongue on your clit feels even more heavenly, the kisses he leaves on it adds to the nice sensation. as his finger start to quicken, you feel yourself going into a more euphoric state. your legs are starting to shake, your hands are reaching for the sheets. you need to grab onto something, your moans are getting louder, and your breath hitches as you know your about to have an orgasm. “i’m gonna cum chan, please let me cum.”
“that’s it baby, cum for me. be a good girl and cum for me.” his words add vibrations of pleasure to your clit, his finger curling up even more and hitting your sweet spot perfectly. everything is all just too much and you love it. you feel yourself cuming, almost seeing stars with how good you feel.
after riding your orgasm, chan wastes no time to undress himself. turning you over on your hands and knees, you feel the tip of him near your entrance. you jolt a bit, however the overstimulated feeling just adds to your lust. “you’re so perfect, every inch of you is perfect.” chan says in the most loving tone. he inserts his cock slowly as to not hurt you too much. he groans “you’re so warm,” he stays there for a bit and leaving a trail of little kisses from your shoulder and down your back, waiting for your permission to start moving. “you can move now-” you get caught off by chan pulling out a bit and thrusting back in hard. his dick reaches deep into you, creating a nice pace.
his breathing becomes a bit louder, thrusting faster and deeper, you just feel so good he can’t help himself. “faster chan,” you let out a moan as he quickens his pace. he takes your arm and puts it behind your back, making him go deeper into you. you start to squeeze your walls around his dick. him knowing that your close, he starts to thrust even faster than before. the room filled with the noise of skin slapping against skin, the air reeks of sex, and all that can be heard are his deep groans and your moans.
your eyes roll to the back of your head, taking in the pleasure. your back arches and toes curl, now you’re seeing stars as you feel your climax staring once again. chan feels the same way, his hips stuttering a bit, which is a tale tell sign that he’s gonna cum. he lets out your name with the mentions of sweet nothings as he cums. all you can say is his name basking in your orgasm. you feel his cum seeping into you, painting your walls. you feel euphoric.
he takes his cock out, and you both lay on the bed for a bit, trying to catch your breaths.
“that was amazing,” you say.
“i loved it too, sweetheart.”
he takes you in his arms and puts your head on his chest, “don’t worry darling i’ll clean you up.”
a/n: omg i finished it finally. i hope you all enjoyed this fic. it’s my first one so i understand if it’s not the best, but i’ll try to improve!! i wish you all the best and make sure to eat and drink water <3
OMFG DID Y'ALL SEE HIS MAN BUN BRB DROOLING OVER THAT CUTE BUT DANGEROUS MF AKA LOML AKA JEON JUNGKOOK!!!!!!!!
need me some more of this jake....(PLEASE CAN HE WEAR THESE GLASSES AGAIN PLEASE PLEASE PLEEASEE)
