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You know that photo you posted of Jake with his hair tied back, imagine Jake eating the reader out and then tying his hair back since it was frustrating with it in his way and after that, man went ham on that pussy 🤭

NO STOP BC I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT THIS NOW

like he would have your body shaking so hard with the way his tongue pushed in and out of your cunt, hands spreading your legs so wide and angling his head to reach even further into you and his nose stimulating your clit. his hair would tickle your thighs with each movement of his head making your legs shake uncontrollably as you try to squeeze him with them.

jake wouldn’t even come up for air until you were fighting against him so much he had to pull away and give you a look of warning, “stop moving so much pretty, let me devour this pussy.” you’d moan out at his words, only making him bit his lower lip and proceed to tie his long hair back then spread your legs back out and dive right back into your cunt, licking, biting, and sucking on your clit and shoving his tongue deep inside you. jake would be moaning out in pleasure at how good you taste on his tongue.

like FUCK

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enha hard thought ft. jake 🎀

I had to pop in to say this one thing… jake’s hair is a lot longer now. imagine boyfriend jake who just walks around your shared flat with his hair pulled back. every time you see him — in the living room, the kitchen, the bedroom…

in contrast to when his hair was shorter — sure, it still lazily fell over his eyes and forehead but now? now that it’s longer — now that it’s always tucked away, instead of harshly tugging on his hair and massaging his scalp as he buries himself in your cunt you can just yank on his little ponytail!

on top of that, I think he’d like to see the before and after — how neatly and well slicked back his hair was before you kneaded and pulled at his hair as he relentlessly ate you out — tongue hungrily lapping your slit as his pretty nose nudged your clit. ‘fuck baby… look how messy…’ his chin drenched in slick and his eyes hooded as he glanced up from beneath you with his hair lazily thrown all over his head.

nothing too drastic, but I keep seeing photos of him and his little ponytail and it’s the cutest 😭 this isn’t super well written, I just wanted to convey the thought 🤭

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Hey could you do enha's reaction to fem!reader being insecure about how her vagina looks

ENHA REACTION TO YOU BEING SELF-CONSCIOUS

HEESEUNG would laugh a bit, his smile dropping once he notices just how insecure you are. “i never knew there was a look you were going for.” he’d comment, the playfulness would be on purpose to lighten the mood. “if it helps you feel better, i’d probably get hard seeing it.” he comments, moving his hand up your inner thigh, tapping your leg lightly in demand as you sit on his bed. “but i’d love to see.” he’d softly comment, physically pushing your thighs apart to open your legs. he’d intently look between your legs as you lean back, nervous. he’d pull your skin taunt a bit to really look at it, pulling it open a little. “i personally think you look good.” he’d comment, his hand coming up to push your chest lightly so you lean back. he’d move around to get a better look, spreading your legs with his hands on your inner thighs. “really good.” he’d comment lightly before softly biting his bottom lip absentmindedly.

JAY would definitely have a lot of supportive words. to me, he’s the most verbal out of the four of them when it comes to comforting words. especially as an earth sign (taurus). he’d probably comfort you enough to push you to show him, his hands running up your thighs until you’d actually let him see. “i think it looks perfect.” he’d comment, noticing how actually fearful you are about it so he wouldn’t play around. “i’m also positive there are a hundred different ways your vagina could look.” he’d scientifically comment, getting down at eye level with your vagina. “no matter how it looked, i’d like it.” he’d comment, running his middle and index finger up between your folds to your clit—admiring. “it looks so pretty y/n, trust me”

JAKE couldn’t even understand what you really meant when you first said it. you’d have to explain it to him, and he’d still be kind of confused. “can you show me first?” he’d ask, and you’d almost roll your eyes at the question. “if i saw what you were working with, maybe i’d be able to help you feel better about it.” so, you’d sit back on his bed to lightly spread your legs enough for a peak. “fuck you’re so hot.” he’d comment before you’d move to get up, jakes hands rushing to keep your legs separate. “wait! please.. i..” he’d get down at eye level with your vagina, quickly getting an erection. “i think it looks really cute! that counts, right?” he’d ask, bitting his bottom lip. “i’m honestly hard just looking at you.” he’d confess, making you blush. “if you don’t like it, i’ll like it for you.”

SUNGHOON wouldn’t get it at first, smiling. “what do you mean?” “hows it suppose to look?”. but once you really push that you’re uncomfortable—hiding—he’d be very apologetic. “sorry, i don’t mean to mock how you feel.” you’d confirm it isn’t him but instead your inner thoughts. he’d push your hands away looking between your legs against your pleas. “i don’t know why you’re so insecure, it’s honestly really pretty.” he’d playfully comment. he’d probably thumb your clit a little bit while saying it. “i’m not sure what you think it should look like, but i personally love how it looks.” he’d comment, using his middle finger to play between your folds a bit. “but it’d probably look better wet.”

i’ve never done one of these before i just hope this is what u wanted 😭 PLZ BE NICE!

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you tossed against chenle's bed sheets, unable to find a comfortable position without the man laying next to you. you could hear the distinct sound of his fingers smashing against the keys of his keyboard and the quiet swears he would mutter under his breath.

you swung your legs over the side of the bed and stood up. you shuffled your way over to chenle who was sat in his computer chair with a game on his computer you didn't recall the name for.

"babeee," you whined out, hovering over him from behind his chair. between the noise cancellation of the headphones and the sounds of the game you could hear echoing from them you assumed your boyfriend didn't hear you at all. you moved around his chair, climbing into his lap.

you couldn't see his smile as you got comfy on his lap with your head in the crook of his neck. he looked over your shoulder at his monitor; his eyes never broke contact with it. you sat there for a few minutes before you started to get bored, exhaustion wracking your body.

you began to place kisses on his cheek. "yes babe?" he moved one side of his headphone off his ear. "can we go to sleep," you practically begged. "as soon as this round finished," he promised. you cupped his cheeks in your hand, his eye contact breaking with the game to meet your tired eyes. "please," you begged again. you could feel tears welling in your eyes from exhaustion and the need to be warm in bed with the man staring back at you.

he placed his controller on his desk, "go wait for me in bed. let me shut everything down." you scrambled off his lap and across the room to your side of the queen sized bed. true to his word, not even 5 seconds later, he was walking over to you and laying down. he opened up his arms, "come here." you smiled wide as you happily moved into his arms.

"all good now?" he asked, kissing the top of your head. "very good," you responded, sleep dripping from your voice as you drifted off.

#lord this is so cute omgggg #I love the idea of snuggling while boyfie plays games tho frfr #I love this 🥺 #miagwyn reblogs #nct #nct dream #nct fanfic #nct fanfiction

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Man who cry in your arms , and when he bury his face in your neck as a trail of tears leave his pretty eyes . Making you worried, as all you can think is , why so suddenly? And when you ask then he starts crying harder , sniffling, sobbing like a child. You start rubbing his back but all he can do is sob in your neck , leaving a trail of tears on your shoulder. He softly kisses your neck as he chock out between tears

"I love you so much !! *hic* I love youuuuuu so so so much , I just *crying * I can't live without you my baby I love you with my life"

Cobra,smoky,yuu,futa,murayama ,shiba,fujio, And all your favorites

#this is so cuteeeee #smokyyyy my babyyyy #and lil fujio awww I love this #high & low #high & low fanfics #high & low fanfiction

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omFG WAIT NO MARK LEE BABY TRAPPING OMGGGGGG

# mark + baby trapping !!

tw. baby trapping, religion/god mentions (premarital sex), possessive mark, slut/whore used, umm… i don’t really write this but gave it a try for hon haha ^^ don’t like it, don’t read it.

mark’s fucked. like never before. he’s never sinned so much, ruined his holiness like he has in the span of an hour. and he’s a sinner now, broke and ignored god’s rules, hasn’t he? when he’s balls deep in your pretty cunt, fingers digging into the plush of your hips as he thrusts hard, driven like there’s no tomorrow,,, and with this sin, there might not be, not with the thoughts he’s had tonight.

shouldn’t it feel wrong, wrong to have sex when you’re not married, when mark’s not your husband and you’re not his before the eyes of god, when he’s unable to keep the sinful thoughts to himself, because god’s laws forbid pleasure between two? because fuck, you’re his before him, euphoric, heated pleasure like nothing holy’s left, the way he’s ramming his hips into yours without an inch of space, gasping hot breaths on your shoulder as he groans and grunts without pause, cunt sucking him deliciously as your juices soak his cock, lewd squelches as his cock buries in your pussy, sinful sounds filling the air as your fingers rip at the sheets, clinging for dear life as tears spill down your cheeks and wet his bed, begging’ him for more, m-mark, mark, ‘more! it’s all you can possibly think about, isn’t it?

ah—fuck– ‘s good, feels s’ good– mark groans, unable to even think straight, shouldn’t be doing this, shouldn’t have gone so far, shouldn’t be deep in fucking his girl’s pussy before marriage, an act meant to be for the ones bound by law, not only by love, but fuck, feels like love when your fingers reach behind and try to find his, clinging to his wrist as you bury your face into his sheets, should be so deeply ashamed of the way you’ve made such a mess over mark’s cock, should be embarrassed you’ve given your virginity up to someone who’s supposed to be holy but god, is he feral when it comes to you, bruises staining your skin in splotchy patches, spit wetting the bites on your neck and shoulders from his teeth, legs rendered numb and sore from the sheer force of his rough needs.

and god, the worst sin? the way mark can’t ignore the desire, the way he feels an unforgivable urge to fuck you up with his seed, knock you up and make you his, fuck the laws of marriage,, and the shame, the humiliation of being his before you’ve made it official with a ring? you’d never leave him, you’d be his, faster and now, not later the way you always laugh about, fucking ignoring how in love he is. mark knows, there’s no good reason you won’t be his now,,, and his cock twitches at the though of filling you up with his cum, when you tell him not to, when you’ve always said he can’t because you can’t risk it, not a child out of wedlock like a whore. but you’d marry him, wouldn’t you? be his the moment you share a life, in a rush so no one will know your sins with him, having sex before marriage like a slut.

and when your words fall deaf on his ears, the clench and spasm of your pretty body as your orgasm hits, whining his name as you come undone, mark’s thick cock buried in your warm walls as he cums inside, creamy white seed filling you up full like never before, your gasps pitching with confusion and shock, as he fucks himself through his high, cum seeping down your thighs with every thrust, making sure he’s filled you up deep. and mark’s done the unforgivable, hasn’t he,,, but god be damned, it feels good, feels so good to make you his now.

lol when i say i quit religion i meant it i can’t remember sht from being a christian anymore sorry haha this is wild

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HELP!

CALL THE UN AND THE US ARMY AND THE KOREAN ARMY AND THE NAVY AND FUCKING NASA AHHHHH THIS IS SO 🥴🥴🥴🥴 FUCK I’M MELTINGGGGGH AND GIGGLING HEHEHEHEEH MARKIEEEEE 😍😍😍😍😍 PLEASE I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH JUST PLAYING WITH YOUR BOYFIE HEHEHEH AHHH AND MARK HAS ME IN A CHOKEHOLD HE’S SO UGH!! I’m starstuck by that bitch ~

toying with me

mark (smut)

tags: vibrators, praise, mark is a soft dom, this is literally just pure filth

“…ah- Ah!”

Your boyfriend smirked as he held the buzzing toy gently against your swollen clit.

“That feel nice?” he murmured, gently rolling the tiny bullet in slow circles.

You could barely respond as more desperate whimpers and moans fell from your lips.

Mark had made the suggestion to add some new toys to the bedroom only a few days ago, and you were a more than willing participant in his experimental techniques. It began with a few bullets, a rose, and some rabbits, each silicone companion more thrilling than the last. Every fluttering, sucking, vibrating sensation had you melting at his touch. You weren’t sure how much more you could take. But, if the look in his eyes was any indication, you knew you were in for a long night.

“That’s my good girl,” Mark gazed down at you with lidded eyes, smiling and drinking you in.

“Mmm— Mark!” you cried, arching your back into his touch. Your clit was buzzing with warmth, each new angle sending jolts through to your thighs. Mark’s free hand held your hips in place, not allowing you to shy away from the pleasure.

“You like that, sweet girl? You’re dripping for me,” your boyfriend cooed, pressing open-mouthed kisses against your throat.

You nodded and shifted your hips, writhing in pleasure.

“Mark, please,” you mumbled, “please let me—ah!”

Suddenly, the fluttering sensations intensified as Mark’s nimble fingers covertly adjusted the setting, effectively knocking the air out of your lungs.

“What was that, baby? Use your words.”

You bit your lip as your fingers gripped desperately at your boyfriend’s strong shoulders.

“Mark, p-please let me come…” you whimpered, clinging to his arm to hold him in place while you rutted against the toy.

Mark laughed softly at your shameless display. God, he was so in love with you.

He held out for another few moments, gently teasing you and making you chase the pleasure like a moving target. He loved seeing you worked up and frustrated because of his actions. After a few more minutes of sweet torture, he gave in to your pleas.

“Okay, pretty girl. Come for me, sweetheart.”

Mark clicked up the intensity one final time, the new wave of deep vibrations finally pushing you over the edge.

Your breaths became heavy as you rode out your high against the small but mighty toy, twitching at the slight overstimulation of his fingers. Mark’s eyes were locked on your afterglow expression, flushed cheeks and heaving chest. You collapsed against your pillow, thoroughly spent and sensitive.

Mark smiled softly at you.

“You liked that, huh?” he asked, endeared, as he carefully placed a kiss to your forehead and traced his thumb across your cheek. You smiled.

“What do you think, Mark?” you giggled, immediately pulling him close.

Mark nuzzled into your neck and placed soft kisses along your jaw.

“Let me know when you’re ready for round two, baby girl. There’s more where that came from.”

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want to write meguro smut but brain is not working rn :( please his fingers are so so pretty imagining his hands and fingers on me and inside me 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 he’s so perfect

#miagwyn is a whore #I know this is my writing blog #but 1. I cannot write rn #and 2. I’m far too embarrassed putting this one my main 😖 #and the smut is so juicy and yummy too! #I wish people could write smut for more artists #like I know some ugh Nvmd I wish my smut was better #I wanna write for more Japanese artists and models they had such chokeholds on me rn #snow man #meguro ren #snow man ren #snow man smut #nsfw #tw: smut

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# dumb girl kink !! n.j.m

# nsfw + mdni. what can i say, back wifh another jaemin likes dumb girls (+ breeding this time tho lol)

it should be so shameful, the way jaemin’s got you on a semblance of on fours, grasping your cute ass firmly in his hands, your cheek pressed to the soft rug on the floor, pretty nails scratching the tufting as your fingers struggle to hold on. come on, beg for nana, jaemin drawls teasingly, his gaze adoring in such a mocking way. after all, jaemin loves it most when you’re so dumb, teary, and obedient, doesn’t he?

a hard slap sounds as you whine in response, drooling at the sharp hit to your ass, jaemin’s fingers affectionately rubbing the warm spot, flipping up your too short skirt, as if it made much of a difference. n-nana, want your cock already—! you whine, frustrated pout peeking up at him, impatiently whimpering as his fingers drag up your drooling folds, a grin on his pretty lips at the sight of your glistening cunt, heavy bulge straining in his pants,, such a turn on to have a girl who can only think about his dick, hmm?

yeah? not going to complain ‘m too big for you this time? jaemin smirks, his fingers deftly unzipping his fly as you protest, want it now, don’t wanna wait— ah-nana! you cry out, whine pitching as his bulging tip pushes into your dripping folds, just enough to feel your warm walls clenching down, stupidly loud whines and whimpers bursting from your lips as his thick girth slowly stretches you open, ah—nana, s-s’ too big—!

thought you wanted my cock so bad, ‘s too big for you now, princess? jaemin teases, his fingers gripping your hips as he adoringly strokes your curves, biting his lip as he watches your cute cunt suck him in slowly, splitting you open from behind the way he likes it,, can’t beat the view of a dumb, pretty girl at his mercy, can he? and just to tease, he pulls out a little, only for you to whine, no, no, w-wanna be full! you cry, pushing your hips back into his cock, trying to hump him like a bunny in heat? god, he’d make you do the work if you weren’t so dumb once full of dick, all needy n needing him to do everything for you,,

so loud for me, hmm? my princess wants everyone to know she’s a slut, jaemin smirks, you going to let them all know? his housemates, all the boys who he knows stare at you a little too much, and jaemin’s more than willing to flaunt his girl, isn’t he? his fingers shamelessly groping your curves in full view, cooing affectionately when you try to hump his leg during dinner nights,, so why bother hiding when he’s fucking his dumb bunny,, and jaemin thinks it’s cute that you’re so noisy for him, hmm? s-so full—w-want more, you beg, your pretty voice pitched and so easy to hear, jaemin’s cock buried in your cunt, balls deep n cunt stretched out for him so nice and tight, who is he to refuse his pretty girl when you want it so bad?

nana, nana—! your whines crying his name as you cling to the soft rug, jaemin’s hips slamming roughly into yours without mercy, forcefully gripping your hips hard, bruises in the shapes of his fingers inevitable as you try to hold on, endless whines and cries of his name falling freely from your lips, cute, tight cunt taking him so well, aren’t you? clenching down hard on the vein lacing his girthy length, can’t think of much else but his cock? and your hips dumbly trying to push back into his, barely doing anything to fulfill your need to be full of him, always needing him to do it all, huh? and your movements slowing as pleasure consumes your conscious, giving him those cute, dumb eyes that beg for love and lewd pleasure as your pouty lips drool spit, his name and cock all you’re thinking about?

god, so loud for me, bunny, jaemin grins, just a cute exhibitionist aren’t you? nngh— n-nana, ‘m not a— e-exhibitionist, you whimper, volume pitching as jaemin thrusts hard, slapping your ass when you clench down on his cock just from his pretty eyes gazing into yours so lovingly, if only you knew what one was. no? you don’t wanna get fucked by nana in front of all of them, jaemin teases, because he knows you a little too well, the way you clench down on his cock at the mention of those boys, watching you get fucked by your nana. yeah? my bunny wants them to watch you take my cock like a slut? can’t lie to me, princess, jaemin grunts, tight cunt clenching down so nicely for him.

his voice dropping low, deepening as he leans over and whispers into your ear, heat rushing to your face at his dirty words. gonna let nana fill you up, hmm? make it feel good when you’re full n warm, yeah?

nana, n-nana, w-wanna be f-full! you cry out, so loud and noisy for him, so shameless. lewd slaps of skin on skin, squelching sounds of your juices spilling over his cock as you cry his name, ‘s all you can manage now, hmm? nana, nana, nana, god, does jaemin love it when you sob his name when you’re all dumbed out.

and as you tearily give him those dumb, pretty eyes glistening with tears, jaemin can’t help but fall in love a little more,, could knock my pretty bunny up, he groans, make you all swollen with my baby, ‘s all mine,, god, you’d be even more helpless, wouldn’t you? ‘m gonna take care of you, yeah? knock up my dumb princess,, and jaemin’s heavy cock splitting your swollen cunt open, slamming in hard as hot cum spurts into your womb, tip kissing your cervix as you wail in pleasure, sudden rush of warm fullness clouding over your eyes in a dumb haze, feels so good to have jaemin so in love with you, doesn’t it? and his adoring gaze never leaving you, fingers reaching down to wipe the drool from the corner of your lip,, and he’ll take care of everything. anything for his dumb darling.

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ROCKY THE MAN THAT YOU ARE 🤧🤧🤧 I WISH HE WAS REAL

Rocky Mitsugi Headcanons

He loves action, comedy, drama and romance genres.

He hates horror and thriller genres. Not because he's afraid of what does happen in the storylines, but because he gets disgruntled any time the female characters are mistreated throughout the story.

If Rocky and his lover have different preferences in genres between them, then they would just find a compromising way to watch their shows and movies together. Whenever they'd spend time together.

Sekai Meisaku Gekijō (World Masterpiece Theater) was actually his cartoon show that he always watched with his mother which would make me believe he may watch anime and cartoons with his lover.

Events like weddings, anniversaries and even romantic holidays are the days when Rocky is the most emotional because he loves love.

He is a traditional man who would want to impress the person he is attracted to with the traditionally romantic methods by giving gifts, affection and admiration. So he wants them to be loved in his way.

He would buy anything and everything that his lover might want or need. Clothes, jewelry, accessories, perfumes, lotions, soaps, really anything and everything they want or need. He always spoils them.

After his mother and sister died, and he ran away from home, he is a man who actually learned how to cook his own meals (including a lot of his mother's, sister's and his own recipes too). Which actually makes me believe that he would cook meals for his lover. Excluding the times when Rocky takes them to any extravagant restaurants.

He has a sweet tooth. They'd always see him eating candy in public places (like Club Heaven), lollipops are his usual candy that he'll eat any time you see him out and about, but would eat chocolate when he's home with his lover since he'd share the chocolates with them.

He might occasionally incorporate food in foreplay and sex with his lover. Candy, fruits, creams, sauces and syrups. This man definitely knows how to devour you because he knows how to use his mouth.

He has a high alcohol tolerance.

According to Kizzy, Rocky becomes a foolish old man whenever he is drunk. Saying, "When he's drunk, he's got no dignity whatsoever."

He's forgetful. He forgets, misplaces and even sometimes loses his own belongings from time to time. Like his keys. Mainly the keys to his handcuffs. Which is why someone always has to have any spare keys. Especially since Rocky has accidently cuffed himself to those railings multiple times. That eventually became a habit of his that a lot of the Rascals think is an entertaining situation, situation that is always more chaotically unhinged every time this incident happens in Club Heaven. Kizzy may blackmail Rocky in these situations too.

Sometimes he would incorporate the handcuffs in foreplay and sex with his lover. Rocky probably wouldn't mind if his lover used those handcuffs on him if they wanted, but he would prefer if he used the cuffs on them. He's a kinky man, but he's not overly kinky either.

He goes to a salon to get his hair professionally cut and dyed, since he dyed his hair blonde and silver (depending on which version you see him as). Not sure about his nails though. He would give a much bigger tip if the stylist is a woman. But no one would be surprised if men would be beaten up out of nowhere, when Rocky hears gossip in the salon about how men were mistreating any of the women.

If his lover ever wants their hair and nails professionally done at any salon, he would pay for them too. Since he wants to pamper them.

If Rocky has a big enough shower or bathtub, he'd just occasionally bathe with his lover whenever he has the chance (if they want to be bathing with another person). Candles lit around the tub with some flower petals sprinkled in the water, maybe bath bombs or bubbles and soaps. He would help them wash their hair and body. So this is just a relaxing nonsexual situation between them, not necessarily a sexual situation but not any complaints if it became sexual either.

He would be the man who washes his lover's hair and body if they'd bathe together, rub lotion and oils onto their skin, dress them while doing anything and everything that he could involving this physical contact with his lover that isn't considered sexual because he really wants to prove that his physical affections is more than just sexual.

Though his public displays of affection are minimal. Like maybe his arm is around his lover's shoulders or waist when they are together, maybe even whispering affirmations and compliments to them.

If Rocky's lover is self conscious about their appearance, he will say and do everything he can to make sure that they actually feel much more confident about themselves. He definitely loves affirmations.

He is the man who will always keep eye contact with his lover when in foreplay and sex with his lover, even though he always does keep eye contact out of sexual situations too. He enjoys any positions he and his lover are in when they're face to face so he can keep a lot of eye contact with them, and when they are in a position facing away from each other then Rocky would actually just have sex with them in front of full length mirrors. Because he is the man who will watch them that way. Because he always loves to watch every expression, and movements since he loves watching his lover's body moving in tandem with his. While knowing if his lover is enjoying themselves.

He's the man who always makes sure that his lover is so thoroughly satisfied when they're in foreplay and sex, he would always give his lover multiple orgasms before he even has one orgasm every time.

Rocky is a soft dominant man who has his fair share of kinks that is and has been experienced between him and his lover. Some kinks I believe he has are; affirmations (praise kink), auralism (sound kink), body worship, bondage (restraints like handcuffs), katoptronophilia (mirror kink), morphophilia (size kink), sensation play (restrains like blindfolds, scarves, silks; massages, or intimacy in baths) and even sitophilia (food play). There could possibly be some more kinks too.

Whether his lover is experienced or inexperienced, he would always be patience when in comes to the physical contacts between them because Rocky isn't the man who forces someone to do something that they don't want to do. He wants them to go at their own pace.

The first time Rocky and his lover had sex together, he made sure a whole romantic experience happened between them. Maybe some candles around the room, with flower petals on the floor leading on the bed. Similar situations like this happen on romantic days too.

If Rocky and his lover decide to have children together, he is always a family man. And he would really spoil his lover and children much more than any other father. If they have a son, this boy will really be raised as a true gentleman who respects and protects girls just like his father. And if they have a daughter, then she would be the most spoiled person in the world along with his lover. Dressing up in a lot of cutesy clothes, tea parties, anything and everything a child does want. So both children would always definitely be spoiled by Rocky in any and every way. Rocky is mostly the fun parent with his kids a lot of the time, but will also know how to discipline them if needed.

But if Rocky and his lover decide to have pets instead of children or even pets along with children depending on if they want children at all, they would most likely have furry pets who do not shed their fur all over their clothes and furniture. Because having fur covering the white clothes or furniture is not attractive for anyone. So if they will not be able to have any pets with chimera fur, then I could see their pets as any cat or dog with black or white fur (or multicolored fur).

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Genre: smut!

Pairings: taewoong x female reader

A/N: the man makes me melt tbh and I just want him so bad omg I promise to take care of him and ong I just ugh he’s so so sexy and cute anyway. I AM LITERALLY FAR TOO EMBARRASSED TO PUT UP PICS OF THIS MAN I CAN’T I WANT HIM BAD BUT I WOULDN’T EVEN BE ABLE TO LOOK AT HIM🦬

“Taewoong, please..”

“Do you wanna cum beautiful?”

“Yes yes please I wanna cum pretty please let me cum I’ve been so so good ahh~” you moaned when he spit inside you. Taewoong’s finger slid in and out of your pussy the slick echoing off the walls. You were such a slut for Taewoong, only he could make you come undone so fast and so easily. His fingers and hands and cock and tongue and everything about him was magical. Heaven even, the way you were wrapped around his finger. You’d do anything for him, bend over backwards and forwards for him.

When you two were together he was nasty with you and you loved him so much you took everything he gave you. Without him you’d be so lonely and empty. He quite literally filled you up so good.

“Taewoong~” you cooed. He hummed as his thumb flicked your clit causing your hips to jerk. You just loved calling his name and he loved hearing it fall from your lips. Even more at times like this when he had you wrapped around his finger and cock so easily. You were perfect and Taewoong loved every inch of you and every sound you made was heaven to his ears.

“My pretty girl and her pretty wet pussy. All wet just for me. Such a good girl.” Taewoong hovered over you pulling his digits out of your pussy and holding them to your lips. Without breaking eye contact you took them in your mouth your tongue rolling around them sucking your juices off, clean just like he likes.

When he pulled his finger out of your mouth he opened his and spit in yours.

“Fucking slut.” He cooed at you bringing his hand to cup your face. He crashed his lip into yours and rubbed his cock along your folds pushing his pelvis into you his weight almost crushing you. His tongue inside your mouth, you could taste more of yourself and you moaned into him. He grunted, his cock finally pushing it’s way it’s your swollen pussy your walls wrapping around his cock all the way to his balls. He broke the kiss and looked at you with those pretty eyes of his. You couldn’t look at him you were far too embarrassed.

“D-daddy..please.” Your face was redder than his tip going into you. You couldn’t look him in the eyes.

“It’s okay my pretty slut.” Daddy understands. his princess.” You wrapped your arms around his neck teeth sinking into his skin while he pounded into you his cock filling up every inch of your cunt. You cried out your finger nails marking up his back trying to hard to hold onto something. He felt so good you were so fuzzy in the brain you just couldn’t think about anything but his cock and how he made you feel.

Taewoong loved it when you were like this, no thoughts just his pretty little toy to use whenever he wanted. His hips hit yours the slapping of skin echoing off the walls. Taewoong slammed him lips into yours once again to shut you up. Sometimes yhe wished you’d just shut up you were so needy and loud but you were his pretty girl and he needed to take care of you in every way and that meant sometimes shutting you up. Can’t have the neighbors complaining.

He finally broke the kiss just to climax without even telling you. You mumbled anything and everything from the words ‘fuck’ to ‘daddy’ to ‘more’ Taewoong fucked his orgasm into you til your walls squeezed his cock so hard he came again. Cum spilling out of your cunt and onto the pretty silk sheets. You loved him and his cock and cum so much, you loved him filling you up and one day you hoped he would fill you full of kids. You wanted him so badly it hurt.

“Taewoong,” you began crying. He felt so good you always thought you were dreaming. “I want your babies please daddy!” You shook under him another orgasm washing over you as he never stopped thrusting.

“Aww you want daddy to become a daddy huh? Want me to stuff you full of my pretty babies? Fill that tummy up so you can have a full tummy for 9 months? I’ll fill you so full of kids my love. You’ll look so pretty all big and loaded. And I’ll fuck you so gently every night. Can’t wait to make you a mommy. You’ll be so good.”

Your eyes rolled back into your head as you drooled. His words were turning you into mush and you couldn’t move. You were so tired.

Taewoong pulled out of you, cum spilling everywhere. You didn’t know he was taking pictures of your leaking pussy. He kept so many pictures of you all to himself never showing anyone. You were his pretty masterpiece. Someday he’d show you every nasty picture he took of you.

“You did such a good job. Such a beautiful girl aren’t you? Did so well for daddy. Such a pretty girl. With such a pretty pussy too. Look at you all fucked out so so pretty.

“T-taewoong~” you choked out vision blurry but able to see the shape of his phone in his hand. The thought of what he was doing made you even more horny. You wanted him so bad even minute of every day. You were so hungry for him. But sleep came over you and you felt him pull you into him his warmth relaxing you before you passed out.

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Stress No More

and you're my centre, you keep me tethered

PAIRING: jung jaehyun x reader

GENRE: stress relief

WORD COUNT: 1.6k+ words

WARNINGS: consensual somnophilia, sub space, daddy kink

SYNOPSIS: Stressed because of work, CEO Jaehyun seeks the comfort of his wife. So when he finally clocks out of work, he didn’t waste any time to quickly drive and get home.

A/N: this was a revised version of one of my fics months ago. thought I had to at least post something as a compensation of my long overdue series. forgive me for the typos, grammatical errors-- yadda yadda yadda. enjoy reading! share your thoughts?

Jaehyun sighs as he starts to clean up his desk and gather his things. Fashion week just finished and the whole company had been busier than ever. As the CEO, it’s his responsibility to make sure everything falls into the right place with no flaws and show a much better performance than other brands do.  Utmost success doesn’t just come immediately, it demands sleepless nights and burned out minds. Responsibilities as the owner of his own company requires him to spend most of his time signing papers, going over proposals and designs, visiting and participating in the outside works himself, and many more.

Guilt fills Jaehyun’s body when he sees the texts you had sent him earlier, he scolds himself for not replying to you not even once despite clearly, it was his work that had hold him back and made it quite impossible for him to check his phone, especially during meetings. Turning his heels, Jaehyun quickens his pace, urge of going home burns inside him as seconds passes by.

The moment he arrives, he calls out your name softly, announcing his arrival. A couple more and he is yet to receive a response. Oftentimes, when you are free from the shackles of your own job, you like relaxing at the patio, chewing on your strawberry cheesecake all the while laughing at whatever film you’ve decided to watch—or there are times where Jaehyun finds you in your shared bedroom, playing on your phone or taking a nap. After going to the patio first and sees no sight of your figure, Jaehyun opted to head to the second in ranking of your favorite places.

There he finds his lovely wife all sprawled out on the bed, sleeping peacefully with your black silk nightgown that he loves so much. A smile of adoration appears on Jaehyun’s face, walking towards your peaceful sleeping figure while taking off his coat and tie. He settles his things on the table not far from the bed, resting his knee on the mattress and takes in the sight.

Jaehyun feels his breath hitch at the look of your exposed collarbones and thighs. Like a cue, one of your talks prior the busy weeks pricks Jaehyun’s mind. In that very conversation, you had mentioned about wanting to give somnophilia a try. Jaehyun was clueless back then that an explanation was needed. Being the gentleman that he is, Jaehyun expresses worry over the procedure and said that having sex requires verbal consent, he doesn’t want to disrespect the only woman he loves other than his mother. It took quite a few convincing and batting your eyelashes before he agreed.

Cheerfully, you assured him that he have your consent of touching you anytime, anywhere—conscious or unconscious. There are words you’ve established to signal any discomfort or want to stop the actions anyways. Too caught up with work, you didn’t have time to try it. But Jaehyun thinks that this might be the right time.

He plants a soft kiss on your forehead, caressing your cheeks, as he stares at you lovingly for a minute. Jaehyun tugs the hem of your nightgown upwards, there lies the flimsy fabric barely covering the plum cheeks of your pussy. He feels his pants get tighter.

Parting your legs slowly, Jaehyun thinks it’s pathetic to torture himself like this. The thin fabric doesn’t do much of covering what is between those legs, partially showing your clit. He curses under his breath, reaching down to unbuckle his belt to let his hard cock breathe some air, eyes never leaving your cunt.

Jaehyun settles comfortable in the middle while unbuttoning his shirt. He wets his lip as he parts the pussy lips with his thumbs and diving into the pool of sweetness. Jaehyun must’ve saved the world in his previous life to be rewarded by this delicacy. Sliding his tongue in, from the hole to the clit, tasting his wife’s arousal. He closes his eyes as he gets lost to the sweet wetness, licking and sucking on the clit, hungry for more. He looks up to watch your face without stopping the work of his tongue, he can see the calm breathing as it turns heavy and the peaceful face changes into a confused frown.

Your husband observes you, dipping his wet muscle inside the tight warm hole completely. Ghosts in your house would think he’s the one getting eaten out by how he moans and hums at your taste. He flattens his tongue and licks up to the clit, letting his middle finger enter the warm cave, flicking his tongue lightly at your button of pleasure.

Soon, three fingers are already inside and your pussy is now all puffy from all the sucking and licking. He pulls away and stares at how his digits move in and out of your soaping cunt. Letting a muted moan, stirring a bit, Jaehyun chuckles lowly when your legs spreads wider as if to give him more access. Even in deep slumber, you wouldn’t hesitate to offer yourself to him.

Jaehyun presses a kiss on your clit before pulling out his fingers, taking off his pants and boxers. He strokes his cock at the delicious sight of his pliant wife. God, he is certain he’ll come anytime soon just by looking at you, so fucking rewarding after all the stress he had gone through since morning. Without wasting any time, Jaehyun hovers over you, hands beside each side of the your head to hold himself up as he slowly penetrates your soaked hole. Jay lets out a long moan. You feels so good, so warm, so tight.

His thrusts becomes rough and fast almost immediately, not even bothering to lower down his moans and slow down for his wife. You like it like this. The way his cock rubs the insides of your walls is so enticing that you were pulled out from your dream, fluttering your eyes open as the feeling of being full registers in your brain. Whimpering at your husband’s appearance, sweat peeks at Jaehyun’s shoulders, his mouth and chin wet. You are not dumb to be unaware of what just took place, not dumb to know that it’s your wetness that lies on his face, not dumb to realize that what you thought is a wet dream is indeed happening. Fina-fucking -ly.

“Oh, daddy.” You whimpers, hands shooting up to grip on your husband’s biceps, hips bucking up to meet the purposeful thrusts. Jaehyun opens his eyes and sees the pleasure in his now awake wife. He leans down to finally have a taste of the mouth he had been craving ever since this morning, wrapping his arms around you to feel the warmth that he had been seeking after all the stress work had given him.

Picking up his pace, Jaehyun orders you to hold on to him, whispering filthy shits against your ears, knowing how it pushes you to the edge even more. With his wife’s beautiful noises and the clenching of your pussy in his cock, Jaehyun feels himself getting close. He used to last longer than you, but due to the pleasuring clenches of your walls and the beautiful sight of you falling apart in his arms, it’s embarrassing to say that he can cum in just a few minutes.

“Fuck baby, you’re bulging.” Jaehyun looks at your stomach stretching up whenever he thrusts in, the shape of his cock making an appearance. He presses a hand at that very part and starts to pounce roughly, wanting to feel how big his cock inside your small hole.

Sobbing at the merciful thrusts, you tighten your arms around his neck. He feels so so big that you could feel him almost literally breaking you into two. Jaehyun leans back to sit up, placing his hands on his your waist as he fastens his pace, giving you more than what you can take. Your arms goes everywhere, not knowing where to place them, you need to grip on something.

Jaehyun groans when your hands proceeds to grab the big teddy bear on the side of your bed, giving the illusion of innocence with how you’re crying and hugging the stuffed toy like a bullied little kid. Jaehyun puts both of your legs on his shoulders to thrust deeper and harder, You can’t do anything but to scream about how good Jaehyun is making you feel. The complaints from the neighbors are definitely guaranteed.

“Daddy daddy— gonna c-cum— ‘m gonna cum— daddy cum!” You thrashes underneath him and starts to clench on his girthy cock. You want to come so bad, fuck. Your tummy tightens as you discard the stuffed toy to the side and makes grabby hands to your husband. Immediately, Jaehyun complies and leans down, letting you wrap your arms around his neck once again as he whispers encouragement to your ears.

“Come for me, baby. Come on princess, show daddy how good you are for him.” With a few more strokes, you are clamping down hard on his cock and Jaehyun is thrusting uncontrollably. His cum mixes with yours as Jaehyun moves slowly, riding out your high. Once you’ve come down from your climax, he pulls out of you carefully and grabs a towel on your bed side and starts to clean up the mess made by the both of you. Your hand prevents him from going to the bathroom, “Where are you going?” Gosh, those teary eyes—will anyone blame him if his flaccid dick gets hard again by the mere doe eyes?

“To the bathroom, I’ll prepare our bath.” You shake your head.

“No?” Tugging Jaehyun to lay beside you. Your husband only lets it be as you puts his arm around you and buries your face in the crook of his neck.

“We have all the time to do that, let’s just rest for now.” You sleepily say, yawning.

Just a few more days. A few more days and you will be consistently woken up with him fucking you dumb, just like what you had always begged him to do. Jaehyun smirks, a few more days.

#BRAIN MUSH #THIS IS SO YUMMY THANK YOU OP #IM DROOLING #miagwyn reblogs #nct #nct fanfic #nct fanfiction #nct smut #kpop fanfic #kpop fanfiction #kpop smut #tw: smut

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pretty girl. (m)

pairing: alpha!jaemin x reader

words: 4.3k+

summary: you hate that jaemin follows you around every full moon. you’re determined to know the reason why, but you end up getting more than you asked for.

genre: fluff, smut

warnings: large amounts of cum, manhandling, breeding, knotting, overstimulation, fingering, hair pulling, rough sex, oral sex

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#MY EYES ROLLED BACK INTO MY HEAD SO MANY TIMES #AHHHHHHHHHHHHH #STOP I LOVE THISSSS #SO MANY JAEMIN SMUTS IVE BEEN READING UGH #THERES SOMETHING ABOUT THAT MAN #FUCK! #MAKES ME CHEW AT MY OWN SKIN SHXKXNJSK #IM CRYINGGGGG HES SO YUMMY #I WISH HE WAS REAL #ALL THE PRAISING IM DROOLINGGG #miagwyn reblogs #nct #nct dream #nct fanfic #nct fanfiction #nct smut #kpop fanfic #kpop fanfiction #kpop smut #tw: smut

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Genre: smut! Hehe

Pairings: Yanghyuk x female reader

A/N: just thinking of Yanghyuk playing you like a human guitar and can’t think straight cuz of it 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 🦬

“And this is the g note and you play it like this.” Yanghyuk’s fingers brushed so roughly against your already aching and bruised clit all you could do was shake and sob. You were putty in his hands.

“Fuck!” You moaned thighs clamping shut around nothing, your pelvis jerking up, toes curling. It didn’t help you could feel Yanghyuk’s hard cock poking into your back.

“No that’s the wrong sound let me try that again hmm?” With his thumb and pointer finger he pinched your clit and pulled it slightly causing a shaking whimper to jump from your throat. Lips quivering, you were a sweaty and needy mess. You felt your juices flowing out of you and he only put his finger inside you once.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your hands reached for your boyfriend’s. “Please fuck me already baby please I need you.” You begged voice shaking as he was still playing with your clit.

Yanghyuk gently pushed you off of his lap from his seat and leaned you over his desk. His cock slid in between your cheeks and his hands moved, one around your throat and the other with your juices lubing him up slid inside your sopping cunt.

Your head fell backward sighing feeling his grip tighten around your throat. “Let’s play a song hmm?” You opened your legs wide for him and his large frame swallowed you up as his fingers violently slammed into you making you moan and sob so loud it was sure to wake the neighbors.

“That’s my girl.” Was all he could say before his fingers slid out of you and slid his angry cock inside your cunt. His grip loosened around your throat so he could push you further down on his desk.

“Such a pretty guitar aren’t you. Making all the right notes for me. “Fuck me please Yanghyuk please please.” You screamed as his cock was moving so painfully slow inside you.

“Whatever my pretty guitar wants she gets.” He said before pounding relentlessly into you. His hands gripping your ass cheeks, nails digging into the skin. Every once in a while he’d pull out to spank you really hard before slamming his cock all the way back in. Balls hitting your skin, his tip kissing your cervix. You could only sob and mumble as you took every inch of him.

Thighs shaking and tears falling from your eyes you shook hard as he fucked you through your climax only stopping to push even farther into you, his cum filling your cervix. Putting his pretty children inside of you your breaths heavy as he landed one more harsh smack on your ass before falling over on top of you.

“Such a pretty pretty song hmm?” He cooed. “You’re such a good girl princess.”

#please I get cute messages from him and taewoong on bubble #and then I GET HORNKNEE AND WRITE NASTY SMUT ABOUT THEM HERE #HEEHEEE IM JUST A GIRL 🥰🥰🥰 #miagwynwrites.exe #omega x #yanghyuk #omega x yanghyuk #omega x fanfic #omega x fanfiction #omega x smut #kpop fanfic #kpop fanfiction #kpop smut #nsfw #tw: smut

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I DON'T HAVE A REACTION STRONG ENOUGH TO EXPRESS MY BRAIN MUSH RN AHHHHHHHHHHHHH THIS IS SO HOT SKSKSSKSKSSKASKSKS NEED ME A MAN LIKE THIS PRETTY PLEASEEEEEE I WISH HE WAS REAL OMGGG THIS IS SO HOT STOPPPP AHHHHH IM BLUSHINGGGG THIS IS SO NASTY AND SUCH A NEED WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF

the way you LITERALLY READ MY MIND WITH THE PERV!SEUNGHAN YOU WROTE???? like, i had "perv!Seunghan = 24/7 hornball; "i need you right now"" jotted down in my notes 🧍🏾‍♀️ kinda crazy how you looked into my brain, but i love it!!

recently, i've been giving perv!Anton maybe a little bit too much thought. i already decided that it had to do with taking pictures bc DUHHHH 🤪 Anton loves taking pictures of you. all. the. time. you don't mind bc you love posing for him (foreshadowing :D). any time you're together he takes at least 40 pictures of you and usually sends them immediately so you can keep your insta current.

you dressed up for a little morning date in a cute and maybe a little short skirt, but you two ended up spending the whole day together. it was so late you decided to stay over. he was distracted by whatever he was doing on his laptop, and you had to beg for the pictures he took (like full-on send it to me Rachel!! 😫). he tossed his phone to you without missing a beat.

you open the photo gallery and just before you tap the first picture of yourself, you see an album with a puppy. it was so cute you thought "oh, maybe Anton has a whole album of cute animals!" you tap it and immediately your jaw hits the floor. the first photo was a shot right up the skirt you were currently wearing. you quickly composed yourself and continued to scroll. there were so many pictures of your ass and cleavage, it made your head spin. and the occasional shot of your bare pussy from the hot nights you slept in only one of Anton's shirts didn't go unnoticed. you eventually sent the clothed pictures of yourself to your phone and acted like nothing happened. that's when the constant posing started.

you started wearing skirts and dresses more and dropping things more often. every time you get up after bending over, Anton's ears get so red. one day you decided to give Anton the special treat of a short skirt paired with no panties. when you did your usual extended bend-over, Anton very quickly excused himself. he damn near sprinted to the bathroom. you followed him because why not.

you stood outside the bathroom and could faintly hear him whisper to himself something along the lines of "i shouldn't keep doing this. she'll be so mad at me". the whispers soon turned into moans whimpers and the wet sound of Anton fucking his hand. you stood there the whole time just listening. this was probably the hottest moment of your relationship that didn't last long enough. the door swung open and he was so red in the face when he saw you. his eyes were wide and watery as he searched for something to say.

-🎀 (i am once again asking the universe for a man who is obsessed with me and is Anton)

im glad we’re on the same page abt perv hani, but i lowkey wanna hear your thoughts now 🙈 but thats just cuz seunghan makes me crazy

PERV ANTONNNN im doing backflips. been waiting for this one fr 🫦 but ugh he’s definitely the type to sneak pics. he has you and everyone fooled with the dog as the thumbnail trick so no one would suspect a thing. but you’re just a girl and if you see a photo album with a cute animal on it ofc you’d click on it :/ but then you see what your boyfriends been doing behind your back and you don’t know what to feel.

any normal person would be disgusted, it was perverted and just nasty to put your take photos of your girlfriends panties under her dress/skirt, using his height to his advantage so he can get better cleavage photos, keeping his phone by his side to get various shots of your ass, all behind your back. but you can’t help but be a little turned on. your boyfriend was so obsessed and attracted to you that he felt like he had to sneak to get a few panty shots.

i think if you gave him photos of your body he would appreciate them soo much, but something about sneaking them and getting them during candid moments just made the photos sexier for him. he even has his live photo setting on so he can play the 2 second clip of you bending over while he’s jerking off.

you had already found out about his little secret, but when you decide you wanted to catch him in the act you knew you had to think of a plan. when he sees you outside the bathroom door you play it off as you were just checking on him since you needed to go after him, and he tries to calm his racing heart from the idea of being caught.

it’s not until later when you ask for his phone, an innocent request and it’s not like he would ever hide his phone from you. you said you just wanted to play games on his phone while he watched whatever was on tv. he wasn’t even thinking about moving his little folder into his hidden before handing you his device, but he didn’t think you’d be going into his photo library if you were playing games.

after a bit, you open his camera and start taking selfies and this shouldn’t be an issue, anton loves when you do this, he loves having photos of you in his phone, but he was so nervous of you opening his camera roll. he got tense, suddenly wanting his phone back and you raised a brow at him but ignored him. you played it off by saying you wanted to look back on the photos you took so you could send them to yourself. now he’s praying that you dont notice that one specific folder when you open the photos app.

but you do. and anton feels like he’s going to throw up.

“you have a folder of animals? thats so cute how come you never send me these?”

“it just slipped my mind i guess…” he chuckles nervously and runs a hand through his hair, and then everything hits the fan the second your finger clicks on the icon.

all the photos he had of you in compromised positions, up your skirt, down your shirt, and just full on naked photos of your weak body after you two had sex was on display. you pretended to be shocked, like you hadn’t already discovered the folder some days ago, but anton was a mess trying to explain himself. strings of apologies leaving his lips and he’s basically on his knees begging for your forgiveness. you just cup his face in your hand, rubbing soothing circles on his cheek with your thumb.

he looked super hot like this, so pathetic under your touch begging for you to forgive him and to not think he’s some sick pervert. but you reassure him that it’s okay, and he can continue taking all the pictures he wants of you.

#HIM SECRETLY TAKING NASTY PICS AND IT TURNING YOU ON #YOU YOU DOING IT ON PURPOSE JUST TO EXCITE HIM EEEEE #BDZK FUILGUDILK #LIKE PUTTY IN YOUR HANDS AT THE END PLEASE #MEN ALL TEARY-EYED AND BEGGING ON THEIR KNEES AFTER BEING FREAKY UGH LORD HAVE MERCY #THATS SO FUCKING HOT #BLESS YOU OP #BLESS THIS ASK AND ANSWER OH LORD I LOVE IT #miagwyn reblogs #riize #riize fanfic #riize fanfiction #riize smut #kpop fanfic #kpop fanfiction #kpop smut #nsfw #tw: smut

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I'M DROOLING OUTTA BOTH ENDS !!!!!!! AND I HAVEN'T EVEN READ IT YET I SWEAR I WILL BUT THEM TAGS GOT ME WIDE MOUTHED AND HEART EYES OMG WHERE DO I FIND A MAN LIKE THIS!!

Avaritia

THIS IS 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI FOR CAPTAIN'S SAKE (nsfw tags under the cut) (masterlist)

⚫ pairing: ceo/sugar daddy!hongjoong x assistant/afab!reader ⚫ genre: smut... just smut really ⚫ summary: everything has a price, but sugar makes this truth so much sweeter. no matter what he says, hongjoong will buy that new purse for you, will flaunt you in front of his business partners, and will make sure you know you are his. ⚫ wordcount: 8.3k ⚫ warnings/tags: MINORS DNI, tried to edit - lost it - bon appetit, language, teasing, on a flight, a lot of money, wealth, first world, brand name dropping harder than San in the logs, hj is a sweetheart, mc is needy but in denial, full avarice mode lmk if anything else, nsfw tags and playlist rec under the cut ⚫ taglist: @doom-fics @layzfeelit @acciocriativity @justhere4kpop @honey-lemon-goose @byuntrash101 @shakalakaboomboo ⚫ network tags: @k-labels @ateezlovenet @kflixnet ⚫ a/n: Sometimes, I am calm. Other times (read 'all the time) I am getting wrecked by everyone in ATEEZ. Here is what Balmain Joong did to me. Any comments, reblogs much loved; we spiraled into madness (hail sucrose pop, glucose father joong lol)

⚫ nsfw tags: daddy/baby girl dynamic, sugar daddy, reader is a 'doll', soft dom!hj (literally cannot stay mad at mc), overstimulation (seriously what is hj doing to mc...), fingering, mile high club, blowjob, deepthroating, dacryphilia, possessiveness, dirty talk, sex on a desk, unprotected sex (wrap that before you tap that) ⚫ playlist recs: Five Star Hotels by RAYE | Sugar Daddy by Qveen Herby | SAD GIRLZ LUV MONEY Remix by Amaarae | Greed by Shreea Kaul | Mile High by Salina Killa | Do I Move You? by Nina Simone | Money Power Glory by Lana Del Rey

Why was it that when real business was being discussed, the location of choice was always the most extravagant, exotic, luxurious oasis? Everything about the resort screamed unaffordable. 'Exclusive' written in blood on the pristine white sands, only to be washed away by azure blue waves to colour sea foam you could swear was whipped up in a divine patisserie. A perverse flavour inaccessible to the majority but driving the decisions that ruled the world. It was challenging to not become partial to the taboo indulgence when it was handed to you on a silver platter together with a tailor-made career. Anyone would need to acclimatise to what most considered a distant fantasy, but a few flights on a private jet later did wonders in curing the delirium of the average and introducing an insatiable materialism.

Thus, you were not particularly bothered when your boss requested you book another retreat to a private resort in the middle of the ocean - considering the business's cash flow and offshore 'pocket money', this was not too different from your routine trip to the cafe down the street to get his 'coffee' - more sugar than caffeine but this was a secret that you were to keep to the grave; it was written in small print on your contract. It was easy to book when you just needed to send out a few messages to staff and drop a name to any external service people at the right time. Their reaction, stuttering and need for clarification never failed to be amusing; even the most outrageous demands gained appeal once the won, euro, dollars, whatever they wanted from the global wallet, began to stack up. Green bills, green trees - in a twisted way, these boys who liked to play the role of the all-seeing and all mighty were farmers too. And fruits of their labour were always the sweetest.

Sure, you worked hard and had your own path that you could have followed. Even had a degree to prove that you had at least an ounce of dedication. But what would it give you, in fact, what did it give you before your renaissance? Crumbs. Sheer crumbs, student debt and a chronic migraine. But as it turned out, a couple hundred k did wonders when it came to personal health and wellbeing. And on top of that, the myriad of other benefits that your current lifestyle had, had the ability to crush any argument and accusation hurled in your direction, of which you had many. You had figured out soon enough that diamonds were your real best friend, while those who you had considered your ride or die evaporated as soon as they saw you wearing designer. And that had been when the best you could ask for was old collections, and widely available products. You were not lonely. You had too many hats to wear, and a very demanding man, by the name of Kim Hongjoong, to entertain. And one who currently had his eyebrows furrowed, a couple of unruly strands of hair perking up out of his otherwise slick business ‘do, glasses barely holding onto the tip of his beautifully sculpted nose, and was leafing through the papers he had asked you to prepare for the duration of the flight.

For the CEO of a global company, and the heir to an even larger network, he sure as hell was incredibly young. You did not envy his turmoil and exposure to stress one bit, almost feeling sorry and in part guilty, since percentages of his spendings were technically lost on you. There had even been instances when you found yourself sat in a dark room, laptop screen aglow and on a blank page, with you wondering how one crafted a resignation paper. But once you and Hongjoong could have even a couple of moments alone, when he would ravish you, make and call you his and reveal to you all the things he had planned that could not be reflected on his calendar, that document would be promptly deleted and recycle bin emptied. Your ‘relationship’ had been this way since the one meeting, in his main office, on a bright and early morning.

He had called you up into his office and simply told you that he had another ‘job opportunity’ for you. At that point you had been desperate, with financial problems endlessly piling up, from debt to your family’s hospital fees to bailing your estranged brother out of prison. And to make things unethical – Hongjoong had known this. He had done his research – more specifically, he had asked some colleagues in his company, ones who you would never suspect, to snoop around and find out more about you. And as it turned out, you were the perfect candidate for ‘being treated right’ by him, while bearing the title and carrying out the formal façade of secretary and personal assistant duties. In his practice, as well as his father’s and partners’, this was probably the most stable relationship they would ever get in life, so might as well be picky.

Initially, you had simply become a receiver of gifts. Pretending like this was Hongjoong’s love language, you were touched and did not think much of it. Maybe through these purchases he was moving money in ways it should not be moved, but you could not care less – not your problem, not your area of expertise, you had the outcome, and the outcome was something like a crocodile leather bag or a dress fresh off the runway. Hongjoong had insisted on picking every single item out for you, letting his controlling executive side win over. He had explained that you had to look like ‘the prettiest doll in the world’ for him, and for that he needed to check for quality. After a couple of months, however, such sugary sweet presents had been reserved for special occasions, and for the rest, money was wired directly to a new, account, a platinum card he had opened for you and given you. To just step into the consultation room with his portfolio manager and private banking consultant had felt like you were cheating existence. You had been a lowly assistant to an assistant before. And now, decked out in Dior, were sat beside one of the most influential men in the modern era of this industry, letting him hand you eye-watering sums as if it was a couple of coins for a pack of gum.

Now, well, now you were conflicted. As months had turned into a year and were now approaching the two-year mark if you could remember correctly, your ‘relationship’ had started to feel more and more like a real one. Hongjoong had caught himself divulging details of experiences that he had never spoken about with anyone before. And nowadays, when you had sex, it felt less like a mindless fuck and more like making love, with the man expressing more than he ever could with every hot touch, press of his lips to yours, even his lustful intensity had gained a new colour. You could feel that he was confused, but would not dare let go of you – you knew that he put your name down on some very important documents, after all. As such, it was a rare but unbelievable pleasure to push Hongjoong’s buttons and get him all riled up for you, just so he could expel that pressure and that tension from a busy work day out on you. You were that caring of a personal assistant. And wanted him to keep on talking. Keep on telling you his deepest darkest secrets. You wanted to be a part of him, the hedonistic side, the one that seized the day and knew how to enjoy the earthly realm without counting and fighting.

For the flight to the resort and extended series of meetings with key business partners, you had chosen to wear an outfit that you knew Hongjoong was unravelled by. It was a black and white Prada poplin mini dress that did wonders to accentuate your curves and edges, and was paired with some classic, black leather, So Kate Louboutin heels and gold accessories to match the dainty little buttons on the dress. Really, this was dress number two since the last one had been quite literally torn off you by none other than your boss, but he did not want to ruin the night and as such, had promised to contact the house of fashion itself to get an exact replica of the limited edition garment. And this man kept his promises. But right now, even though you were sat in the private office in his jet, with the bodyguards safely outside, lounging and doing whatever bodyguards did to occupy themselves, he was not paying attention to you at all. Only winding himself up more with those compiled quarterly reports that you were now regretting having finalised them and bringing them at all. What was the worst that you would have gotten had you not done the task? A spanking? Oh, how scary… you have had it rougher on a casual and uneventful day. Now you needed to get creative to get his attention, and being needy would not do. So very slowly, gazing out of the window at the clouds your were drifting past, you crossed your legs, revealing the legendary red bottoms of the heels you were wearing, and reached for the notebook and pen that were just peeking out of your handbag. Unbeknownst to you, you already had his attention with your abrupt change of pattern. Normally you would be on your phone, or typing away on your laptop, even remaining idle would be more characteristic, so Hongjoong’s interest was piqued by the little planner that contained all your thoughts and actions. He slouched back in his seat, and raised he papers a little higher, so that he could steal glances at you more discreetly.

You were paying no mind to what your boss was up to, preoccupied by the cream pages and the visualisation of the figure in front of you, but in your mind. Sometimes, when work was slow, you had taken to doodling random people around the office, as well as sketching out a variety of landscapes that took your fancy. Though the main subject was always Hongjoong. You had gotten quite good at picturing his facial features and depicting them even in a few lines, catching his micro expressions and shift in body language. There were also a couple of drawings you had done with him as a live model, though he was asleep and in the nude, so no one was ever going to know about that – you had stashed them away in a safe hidden behind the drawers of your desk. It only made sense that he was in most of your drawings: after all, he was the man who had bestowed upon you such unimaginable riches and a quality of life so drastically improved, that you had no choice but to worship him. He had made you who you were now. A shining diamond.

And this shining diamond was a little too bright for him to keep on focusing on the profit and loss analysis. After about ten minutes of frustrating silence, he dropped the papers onto the table in front of him and leaned to put his elbows on its edge. You had still not raised your eyes at him – something that you normally did nearly on instinct since you were so in tune with his gestures, which made Hongjoong inhale aggressively. His previously neutral expression had turned into a scowl as he raised an eyebrow and gave you a onceover. His precious doll was up to something.

“What are you doing?” though the question was simple, his voice was dangerously low. But you could not be threatened by a good time. You kept your eyes trained on the page as your hand moved methodically to hatching the shadows of his, as of not too long ago, brilliant blond locks, ones you adored to run your hands through whenever you had the chance. Which was a rare occurrence outside of the ‘bedroom’, but still.

“Just noting some things down, Mister Kim.” Though he had insisted that you call him Hongjoong when you two were alone, it had been a challenging transition to get used to. But at least it gave you ample opportunity for… discouraging him further. He liked for everything to run like a well-oiled machine, with his eyes reading a business strategy in anything and anyone. You had no doubt that that was how he was scrutinising you now. Equal parts assessing the attitude and doting on you.

He was a sweetheart treating his favourite toy. Talking competitive analysis and takeovers in the morning, and clinking glasses with you at an exclusive Michelin star restaurant in the evening. And to think that you were the only one, aside from his family, who got to see more than one side of him was an intriguing notion. Actually, scratch that. Certain things you were sure to be the only one taking care of. Take his nasty habit of overworking, which you had called out even if it was just you feeling bored: all work and no play made Hongjoong a dull boy, and thus, less likely to compensate for your presently aimless sitting around.

“By colouring the entire page? Not good to lie to me, you know that.” Of course. When it came to matters of business, for example, this man had ears everywhere, had infiltrated every other competitor and had become a spider in the corporate world. He would probably find out someone was cheating on their spouse sooner than the spouse themselves. When it came to you, however, he did not have your intricate neural network mapped out just yet. He could only fluff up his feathers and put on airs.

“It is only ink, Mister Kim. And surely the ink to paper ratio is not more than the balance sheet on page twenty seven.” You purposefully moved away from his interrogation, subliminally reprimanding him from stopping his concentration. The ghost of a smirk was gracing your lips, hidden by hair that had fallen to perfectly frame your delicate facial features. Hongjoong still had not corrected you on using his ‘work title’.

“I should ask you to start drawing the spreadsheets out by hand then.”

“Maybe next time, as a special treat. In the meantime, we have what we have and must settle for it.” A lot more standoffish than usual, you were brushing your boss off as you continued the sketch. He could not exactly reprimand you, however. You were right in the fact that his suggestion was nothing more than white noise.

“Settle for less, Y/N?” the question rang loudly in your ears and translated itself to a reminder to know your place fairly quickly. You could imagine Hongjoong’s raised eyebrow and playful grin. In addition to him hinting at your arrangements, he switched to calling out your first name. Promising.

There was a customary mention of money and class even when it was not the main topic of conversation. Really, it was what had brought you two together, or rather the stark difference between what you and him had, respectively. Hongjoong enjoyed having financial control over you and ended up dangling it above your head in the form of his not so subtle first-world conduct. You preferred to imagine that it was him wrapping you up in the softest, silkiest Chanel ribbon, like the one you had seen in adverts and on the packaging that, alone, could have probably provided you with enough food to last a week in your life before.

It was not that Hongjoong did not try to ‘stay humble’. Based on your observations, out of all his financial peers, company clients and members of the executive board, he was probably the least likely to boast about the figures that his numerous bank accounts contained. It was possible that when the strings of digits began to look more like a phone number, one grew more tranquil. Money spoke louder than words. But you knew how to make Hongjoong get vocal. Or so you thought.

“More is never enough.”

“Having more takes a lot of work and being on your best behaviour, Y/N.” he may not know all of your thoughts and reasoning but knew that you got extra charming when you became needy. Trying so hard to get his attention that you would invest all your efforts into it. It was only fair after how much he had invested in you.

The Tiffany & Co necklace on your neck that he traced with his gaze was nothing more than a collar, a leash tethering you to him. An Elsa Peretti piece, a golden snake which had cost Hongjoong just under thirty million Korean won, was perhaps the best way to symbolise the chokehold you were beginning to have on him. You were there in business, there in pleasure, and he was contemplating preventing you from taking holidays unless they somehow involved him. It would be easy – just block all of your cards and you would come crawling. He was greedy for your reactions. The way your lip would curl when he would put somebody back in their place during a conference or a meeting. How you enjoyed it when he praised you for completing the challenging, soul-draining tasks that never ceased to pile up – he had never failed to continue scrutinising you through the glass walls of his office as you excitedly returned to your desk, a soft smile always on your face. How you were completely at his mercy when he wanted to give you an extra special present. He loved how the jewellery he had gifted you or sponsored for you to buy rocked back and forth as he took his time to take you apart. Piece by piece. His priceless game.

Hongjoong smoothed his lapels and adjusted his cotton jacket that he had bought in the colour warm khaki, tightening the knot of the wrap belt. Smugly, he took note of how your pretty, made up lips parted. What were you imagining he was doing now? He was not going to care, at least not right away. He demonstratively picked up the reports again, flipping through the bounded pages on autopilot as, what he could only decipher to be a disappointed gasp, reached his ears. It was a relief that the paper hid his growing smirk. Mister Kim was work-mode Hongjoong, after all. What did you expect?

Ignored and rejected, so be it. You knew this interaction well enough to be able to count, down to the minute, when Hongjoong would crack, or you would crack and still come sauntering over. He liked to be needed – the main reason why he had agreed to become the heir to the corporation in the first place, more than you liked to be needy. But sometimes, you were a little too impatient for your own liking – probably a side effect of having been transferred to a silver spoon lifestyle after experiencing hardship after hardship. As such, the dynamic between you and Hongjoong was a constant battle. You could almost taste his pride as he inspected the figures you had compiled for him, a lazy hand moving to adjust the collar of his white turtleneck. Through fluttering eyelashes, you feasted on the dangerously handsome man, determining that he really did look astonishingly captivating in Balmain.

It was frustrating, this ongoing game that you two played and would not quit despite the effect that it very obviously had on all parties involved, but much like with the drugs that made the occasional special appearance in the closed VIP-only events, it was too addictive. Even now, you knew that you should not pay attention to Hongjoong, but your eyes were not obeying you in the slightest. Over the time you had come to intimately know this man, if there was one thing you knew for certain, it was that he had an aura. An enigmatic charm, a magnetism that was so subtle to anyone who you now had the ability and first world clarity of deeming 'average' was unlikely to detect. However, before you knew it, upon locking eyes with Hongjoong, listening to his dulcet tone that would turn to orchestrate the music in your mind, you began to fall hard and fast into the abyss that was his power and control, trapped and even if you wanted out, forgetting the words. Once you fell in, the only words that mattered were the ones that he deemed to be so, and they were so heavily contextual and dependent on his mood that, usually, you did not dare oppose it.

It was fascinating to you how time seemed to pass differently when there was a price associated with it. Be it Hongjoong's net worth or what he was wiring into your accounts, it did not matter. What mattered was the bills that bound you together like the lace of your lingerie, one which was growing tighter around your body by the second as you kept on openly devouring Hongjoong with each shameless gaze, the thoughts cropping up because of the ghost of a smirk that he was wearing only fanning the flame. He was illegal. In all senses. No man should have the right to have such an influence over you as he did, and yet here you were. Working the role of his personal toy, so dedicated that you were on the verge of begging for him to play with you. You needed him. As much as you hated to admit it, since you still did want to retain at least a tiny portion of independence, this man had given you more than what you could ever wish for. Riches, connections, diamonds, sex. And you could not get enough, happily driven to madness by the immense pleasure of being a capricious diva with infantile demands for all the world's sweetness. Or, as your brother had put it, perhaps out of a sick gratitude to you for helping him getting at least a part of his life back on track, before you blocked him for good, you were getting off on being a pampered, prissy sugar baby. Though you saw no issue with simply doing what you were good at, and you still completed your regular duties as a personal assistant. It was just that your 'personal' was a little different from the commonly accepted corporate average. And the business that you carried out in the after hours was not just classified – when you had been faced with the decision of whether to agree to enter such a relationship with Hongjoong or not, you had naively placed your life at stake. That was the level at which you had to operate. But the thrill that it gave you, more than justified it.

Your internal clock was ticking away like a time bomb as you grew more and more frustrated, while Hongjoong, in a manner not too far from that of a cat’s, gave a soft yawn and made himself more comfortable in his chair, spreading his legs further apart under his desk and leaning back to continue his reading. Deciding that he had enough of having to repeatedly push his glasses up, he decisively took them off, and slowly folded them together, holding one of the temple tips very lightly with his lips. In a graceful motion, Hongjoong set them down to his right, beside a couple of pens. You recalled speaking with the designer over the phone, ordering for them to be customised and getting shipped over from the US in record time, and while you were not exactly sure as to why they were so important, the key stakeholders in the company had raved about them on multiple occasions, much to your boss’s delight.

You could feel that he was well aware of your present sensations, and purposefully was not acting on them, just to see you squirm. This was only making you more fixated on getting his attention, which you tried to do by letting out another soft sigh, quickly realising that if you were to get anything out of him, you had to be more rash, and act on instinct. In other words, act out of line. Taking the moment he dived back into the report as an opportunity, you rose from the couch, and slipped out of your high heels while keeping your eyes trained on your boss. A barely noticeable twitch of the eyebrow and you were struggling to fight off a smirk, feeling every bit seductive even though it was most probably a vision of your own design. But a little confidence did not hurt.

This time, you did not make a sound as you slowly moved towards Hongjoong’s desk in a straight line, using your strength to keep your adrenaline-ruined breathing as level as physically possible, and your steps measured out as the plane rumbled beneath you. Head and body in the clouds. All because of the heavenly ruin who was paying no mind to how you rested the tips of your fingers on the edge of the desk, before lowering yourself onto your knees and dropping into a languid crawl. As you inched past his lacquered black boots, and soon found yourself right between his legs, you could see Hongjoong stiffen, but resist the urge of responding to your bold movements. This only played to your advantage, as you let your hands rest on his denim-clad thighs before snaking up to tug on his coat’s belt, loosening it until the material gave way and exposed the waistline of his jeans.

Even as you, with practiced, methodical motions, undid his jeans, he did not spare you as much as a pat on the top of your head, like he usually did when you were being his ‘good girl’. The only sign he gave of his awareness of you was the obviously hardening member that your hands purposefully grazed as you attempted to pull the denim a little further down to give you better access. When the jeans, or rather, their wearer, did not budge to allow you to take them off, you growled in annoyance and gave up trying to be gentle, instead wanting nothing more but attention, not from Mister Kim, not from your boss, but from Hongjoong. From Joongie. From your one and only daddy.

Said man was resisting every urge to yank you from under the desk and to punish you for being such a vixen, but it was clear to him that his disregard of your efforts might just be more painful – a realisation that did little to subdue his arousal. It made him acutely aware of your nimble hand finding the cut in his Armani briefs, and pulling out his erection, giving it a few pumps at the base with your fingers. The sudden caress had made him buck his hips forward, encouraging you to continue admiring his length and running your fingers up and down, not a single bit escaping your touch. He gripped the papers in his hands until they began to get crumpled at the edges, and eventually dropped them to lean back and get a view of the scene unfolding at his feet. All just to catch you as you licked your lips, revealing a thick coating of spit, moved towards his dick, and while keeping it steady with one hand, ran your wet tongue from the base to the very tip, parting with a lewd twirl over the head. Hongjoong bit back a hiss as he locked eyes with yours, half-lidded – you knew all his sensitivities, his pressure points and guilty pleasures, and that was infinitely dangerous for a man like him to share, it only made you more attractive. You had memorised him as if he was your assignment. Your most important test and duty. Never leaving your mind and driving you to insanity as you drifted from wave to wave of uncontrollable desire for him, and him alone. You were his. And you looked so pretty, a queen all made up and dressed in gorgeous rare pieces, kneeling before him and taking in his member between your soft lips. Deeper. Deeper, until he could feel your hot inner cheeks, the back of your tongue and how a rumble emanated from you as you hummed in satisfaction, the vibration forcing Hongjoong to tilt his head back and sigh.

You were greedy for Hongjoong, moving yourself at a slow pace to take in as much of him as you could, hands finding themselves clinging onto the legs of his jeans for support, and to allow you to try your best and continue devour him without his guidance. As you moved away for a couple of seconds to catch your breath, a salacious pop announcing the temporary loss of contact, you noticed a string of what you could only guess to be your saliva, mixed with his pre-cum hanging between his member and your progressively more swollen lips. Once again, you took the throbbing member in your hand and were about to resume its worship, when a strong grip of your hair, nails momentarily sinking into your scalp, alerted you and made your gaze shoot upwards. The sight made you cower, though the thrilling trepidation fuelled your yearning for the glowering man.

There was a demonic quality in how he stared down at you, every bit of the expression demeaning you and demanding your ruin. You knew you had overstepped by disobeying him and taking intimate matters into your own hands, but who could blame you when he was so breath-taking when wearing his favourite brand? When you lowered your eyes he tugged on your locks, sneering.

“Baby girl could not even wait until we landed, huh?” his dulcet tone dropped into a rough drawl as he could feel your breaths washing over the tip of his sensitive dick that was begging for you to finish what you had started.

“I couldn’t.” you purred, batting your eyelashes.

“And so, you resort to being naughty? Do you think that is the right thing to do, especially when I say that I am working, hm?” he was hooking the answers out of you, one of his eyebrows twitching in surprise as you did not respond immediately. He tightened his hold and made your head fall further back so that you were completely face to face, his member pressing against your cheek.

“It isn’t, daddy, but I couldn’t help myself. You just looked so pretty that I could not resist.”

“And I think you are being incredibly selfish, Y/N. Spinning these tales just so you can satisfy yourself.”

“No daddy, I want to make you feel good!” you insisted, a whine escaping you as you could feel your core beginning to grow warmer with the progressing conversation. Pressing your thighs tightly together, you relished at the friction, and bit your lower lip.

“Is that so?” he mused out loud, waiting for your to attempt to utter even a single word more.

“Yes Da-mmfph!” taking the chance, he pushed you right in, his member hitting the back of your throat, the impact making tears spring up. As you struggled against him, he held you in place and watched as you tried to adjust to him. Just as unexpectedly, he yanked you back, leaving your lips to kiss his tip, only to drag you down once more and thrust his hips once, twice against you until he could see the wetness in your eyes building until it was about to spill over.

“You said you wanted to make daddy feel good, yes?” he asked, lust clouding his brain as you mumbled utter nonsense, mouth pacified by the hard erection, “then do exactly as I say, baby girl.”

This was exactly what you missed. Hongjoong coaxing every unholy state out of you, sin setting you ablaze as you began to fail in registering the nuances of this demeanour, tears that were on the verge of rolling down your cheeks blurring your vision. This was how you pinched yourself for grounding, to assure that the lifestyle you had, the gifts which you had been bestowed with were all real and all yours. You did not search for forgiveness when the forbidden fruit was so damn sweet. So, you let yourself be used like an expensive escort by him, comforted by the thought that even though he could definitely afford having anyone else, he had selected you. And let you stick by him for almost two years. A true sweetheart who knew how to treat his girl right. You moaned into the pressure as the low grunts you elicited from Hongjoong let to the climbing of heat in your core. With the abuse of your throat becoming a rhythmic orchestration, you grew brave enough to improvise, and hollowed out your cheeks.

"Ah... fuck, baby girl..." the airy proclamation escaped him as your teeth just barely grazed his member, and he could feel his high building at an accelerated pace. He resisted your bobbing to catch a few seconds' break by pressing you to his hips, barely giving you a chance to breathe. But he knew you would take it. You always did.

Hongjoong's ragged breathing was sending you into overdrive, and you shut your eyes to allow yourself to focus on the lewd music. Barely audible over the jet engines, the loss of control was his primary expression of gratitude. The illusion that he was not, in certain senses, under your heel rapidly evaporated when the adrenaline shot him through the heart, and his frontal lobe shut down to give up the reins to carnal pleasure. Once the barriers disappeared, his one desire and need were clear. You. The one thing in his life that he would never be able to truly own, and as you unwounded him, he comprehended with an unprecedented lucidity. That was why, as you sensed his hold on you loosen and his orgasm inching closer than ever, and were about to give him the sweet release, Hongjoong snapped back to consciousness and nearly ripped you away from himself, your head barely missing the drawers under the desk.

With flushed cheeks and an adorable, innocent pout, you looked up at him, dribble accumulated at the corners of your mouth. He fell for this face every time. Your glistening eyes studying him as you appeared disappointed that you could not get daddy to cum, afraid that you made him mad. That you did something wrong. Oh, how far from the truth this was. Even though you had acted selfishly, and approached him on your own accord, nothing about you could be anything less than right. Right just for him. It was as if the heavens themselves had moulded you to fit him like a glove. Body and soul. And he will be a fool if he did not indulge in that every opportunity he had.

Taking both your hands in his, Hongjoong helped you up from under his desk, careful to not damage your dress - not that he cared for the price, but it was not particularly enjoyable contemplating the conversation you might have to have with dry cleaning. Or with the designers. Again. It was troublesome striking deals with strangers to keep their mouths shut. He rolled back on his chair, taking in your trembling form. Holding your legs together you were fighting your ache for stimulation, knowing full well that your panties were already ruined with your slick and were only serving as a fabric made for rubbing your sensitive clit. Every breath, every sigh from Hongjoong as he took off his jacket and carefully hanged it on the back of his chair, then fully undid his jeans and pushed down his underwear, was a reason for you to start begging. Couldn't he see how anxious for touch his little toy was? Evidently not, for Hongjoong took his sweet time with removing your dress, every button like a special prize that he wanted to cherish, while you were growing hazy as he peppered kiss after kiss with every new inch of exposed skin, crouching down to let the sensation build lower, feeding the knot in your stomach. His pecks stopped just about when he reached your navel and with a lazy smile on his face, he stood up to gaze into your soul with an unbelievable intensity. Hands running up your body, Hongjoong slid the magnificent article off you, hastily draping it over one of the chair's arm rests and not once glancing away from his favourite sight, a sultry oasis, within reach, and so beautifully hungry for him. He stopped your arms from resting on his sweater, muttering that you would mar it with your lusty filth, and rushed to take it off and throw it behind him. Then, there was no barrier for him anymore, and in one motion, his pelvis was against yours, member resting against your black lace-clad heat, and hands kneading your ass, moving closer and closer until they began to toy with the g-string the action turning to torture as he purposefully made the material dig into your pussy, enjoying how you threw your head back and bit back a groan.

"Please daddy, I need you..." you whispered as he increased the friction and proceeded to move his dick in and out between your full, closed thighs, teasing your erect nub until you writhed to seek even more proximity. This, however, earned you a sharp smack on your ass, the lack of anticipation making it sting. Hongjoong did not give you time to recover as he let the pins and needles work their magic and elevate your reception of his steady thrusts. You tried to grab onto him, the table, anything, but as soon as your fingers touched Hongjoong's chest, another hit echoed in your ears, eliciting a frustrated moan.

"You want to... make... daddy really happy and cum... right?" He panted, his nails digging into your flesh so violently that you could not help but wonder if Hongjoong was going to draw blood, but that brief musing only elevated your pleasure. “Then, you are going to be my pretty little fuck doll… understood?” there was only one right answer to the question, and you were not about to get on Hongjoong’s bad side by being a brat. You were too fazed to put up a fight, and merely mumbled a soundless:

“Yes… daddy…”

Hongjoong leaned closer to you, until his forehead was almost touching yours, and moved to wipe some of the lipstick and remnants of his precum from your lips with his thumb, while his other hand hooked the waistband of your panties, slowly pulling them down to reveal your wet core. You wriggled to let them fall and kicked them away with an impatient foot, earning a chuckle.

“So eager, baby girl… I almost want to forgive you for not listening to me. I just said you are to be a doll,” he peered into your eyes, his breath hot on your mouth as he ran his fingers between your folds, covering them in your slick. It was adorable how you tried your best to keep up appearances even now, even when you had signed yourself away to be what effectively was his servant. You trembled as the cool metal of the ring on his index finger hit your clit, and exhaled shallowly as he played with you, “and dolls don’t move, do they? Can you do that?”

As he asked, his fingers curled into your pussy, while a thumb traced rhythmic circles over the nub, the sensation electric, building your high. The lasciviousness flashing in your pupils as your eyes rolled back was a cry to Hongjoong’s darkness. Hands suspended in mid-air, you did not dare act out nor attempt to navigate the intimate act, submitting to your boss, your daddy. Letting him take care of you. As he sped up, watching your face contort as you battled the approaching climax, Hongjoong found you endearing, the corners of his mouth twitching as a soft, radiant smile surfaced. He could never stay cruel with you for too long. He was giving you more than you could ask for, and yet, he still wanted to give you more. Everything would not be enough.

“Oh, my baby girl, are you close?” he inquired, cooing as your breathing quickened in response to his accelerated pumps into your wetness, wild from the addictive sound it produced. “Fine, you can hold onto me, Y/N, daddy will take care of you,” you did not need to be told twice, falling into him as your orgasm was imminent, “doing so well for me, baby girl…” he whispered into your ear, kissing the lobe and pulling you into an embrace as he felt your high wash over you, your sex pulsing around him and muscles contracting uncontrollably. Brushing your hair back, petting it a couple of times before settling on having a hand rest between your shoulder blades, he praised you. But did not stop. Greed went both ways.

Your prior filters completely broken, you moaned and whined as you kept on unravelling, Hongjoong’s fingers abusing your overstimulated cunt. With his toned body, and your ass pressed against the edge of the desk serving as your only support, you draped your arms over his shoulders and wrapped yourself around his neck, rationality leaving with every tremor. As you could feel another scalding fire building in your abdomen, just before the release Hongjoong removed his hand and instead took to gliding his dick against your pussy lips. With the sensation being too much, you yelped and sank into an orgasm, sweet nectar dripping onto, and coating his cock.

“Such a good girl for me, well done… Come on my dick baby girl.”

You were not sure when, due to the fog that enveloped your fucked out mind, but Hongjoong had made you lie on your back on his wooden desk, surrounded by the financial reports he could not be bothered to clear. He wanted you now, and that meant no pauses. Without as much as a warning, the blonde gave you one final teasing flick with his tip before bottoming out, the fullness making you gasp. Your walls were still clenching around him from your climax, which made Hongjoong growl as he grabbed your hips and pulled you closer to him, spreading your legs further apart.

“So perfect for me, Y/N… only mine…”

He mercilessly pounded into you, chasing his own high while you were seeing stars. When you were like this, under him, hair cascading onto and off the mahogany, knuckles turning white as your grasped onto the desk as he thrusted, you were the closest thing to heaven that he could believe in. In a world that was drenched in materialistic attraction, sabotage in the name of another stack, and human lives turning into corporate statistics to improve key performance indicators, this was an ethereal madness that unlocked a primal bliss, untainted by present crises. The sweetest distraction, you took him so well that he liked to pretend that you had been made just for this. Just to become his possession. His gorgeous doll.

With you, Hongjoong had begun to see purpose in his riches, being able to play dress up with you, making the office a private cat walk as you strutted in the latest collections and custom made pieces. Gucci, Versace, Prada… it did not matter to him so long as you were wearing it with the intentions of impressing him, seducing him, and only him. He was fully aware that, technically, you could be dating someone else alongside your so-called partnership with Hongjoong. As a sugar baby you could even have another ‘sponsor’ out there somewhere. Another person to make you cum, to provide you with a sensual paradise. But the notion sent him into an inexplicable rage as soon as he entertained it, and as such, he preferred to isolate visions of you from the rest of the world. In turn, this manifested itself into his real life attempts to do the same. Longer hours spent after work, an unspoken rule that the assistant should not leave until the boss does. Michelin star restaurants and exclusive rooftop bars to lure you into being in his company. And of course, sex. Or making love. However, one wished to call it when the lines began to get blurry. But Hongjoong could not care less. You made him comfortable. You were his, you had to be, otherwise what did the two years mean?

Skin against skin, breath joining breath, sight clouding, going dark. Hongjoong rolled his hips, and lowered himself to a stance where he was hovering directly above you, his piercing gaze not once leaving you. Getting drunk off every moan and gasp that he was the cause of, he relished in the feeling of your pussy taking him so well, the orgasm that he had not allowed you to ride out still making your walls clench repeatedly around his dick, pleading for his intimate, salacious demise. His thrusts got deeper as he slowed the pace, progressively losing his senses to the speeding high.

“Mm… baby girl you are… fucking priceless…” he uttered, words broken apart by each time he bottomed out in you, his balls pressing against your wetness as you could only let out a series of mewls in response, thoughts unintelligible as the repeated hits to your g-spot brought you closer and closer to total destruction.

“Daddy… please, I’m-”

“Going to cum?” he finished your sentence as your try at speaking was interrupted by a wave of pleasure, mixing with the tension from before and making the tears spring up once again. You were a wreck, impaled by Hongjoong’s member as he returned to standing up in front of the desk, thrusts rapid, sharp and finally making a droplet roll down from the corner of your eye. You yelped:

“Hongjoong… ah this is…”

“Is it too much baby girl?” he asked, without any intention to stop as he could sense himself faltering at keeping up the act for any longer. His own climax was within reach, and he was not one to deny himself any pleasures.

“No, daddy, feels…. So ah… yes…” you mumbled, at least you thought you did, but could not confirm for certain.

“Pretty girl crying for me…  so cute.” Praises spilled out of him as he groaned into the tightness, and, unsteady, removed himself from your cunt, letting out a low moan as rivulets of cum shoot out from his cock and onto your stomach.

The viscous white fluid decorating you was more than what he could ever hope for. The final marking that you were his to use, you were there to serve him, and he would never get enough. A light shake in his thighs forced him to seek balance in having a hand on either side of you, while his pulsing dick rubbed against your inner thigh.

“So pretty, Y/N. Just for me.” He stated, more to himself, and lowered himself further to give you a soft peck on the lips, which quickly deepened as you responded with an elated sigh. In these moments, you wondered if it was money that you were doing this for.

As he moved away, and with practiced motions began to clean you up with some tissues which you had in your bag, you regained full ability of inhale… count… exhale, and in the clarity, drifted to a post-coital contemplation. Hongjoong knew how to make you do what he wanted you to do. But did he know you? Could he confidently paint the portrait of your desires beyond financial and sexual gain? A man made of sugar, with an alluring physique and a kindness which he showed only to you, but should he be your only one? This thought had been plaguing you ever since last month. An unexpected, shattering appearance of a business card, that was now hidden behind a card you rarely used in your wallet, with gold embossed lettering and an otherwise minimalist design. Tasteful, exclusive, expensive. When you checked the names of those attending the meet on the island, the object had grown considerably heavier, weighing onto your consciousness. Discreetly given to you amidst a kiss of the hand and the reception of a smouldering gaze, it served a similar purpose to a number at an auction. The person whose name the card bore had announced himself as a bidder for your attention and services, a bidder astronomically higher than Kim Hongjoong, at that. It was tempting. Very tempting. And you knew that the conversation would occur at some point during your stay, seeing as even in the business setting, the man would undoubtedly be sat across from you, and would stare you down, right to the avarice festering in your heart wrapped up in designer. But you were caught in a dilemma.

Your eyes travelled back to the graceful form tending to you, forgetting about himself, at least until his baby girl was well cared for. A sweet angel, his face finally rid of tenseness and agitation as his entire focus was on your body, on you. The one who, unknowingly to himself, had shown you unprecedented vulnerability and, endearingly, trusted you much more than he ever should have. A man who walked on people and money, yet wanted a woman who could play with his heart.

It was not that simple anymore, was it? After so many doses, could you give this up? Give up and betray Hongjoong in search for a stronger hit?

What was it that you were truly greedy for?

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