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miss you more | s. es

ex baby-daddy!eunseok x reader | 6.6k words

another baby daddy riize fic. i do NAWT condone having a baby with a man you’re not married to.

contains: sex without a condom (they’re absolute messes DON’T BE LIKE THEM)

you don’t know how you ended up in front of eunseok’s place. even if you were the one behind the wheel, the one shifting the gears, and the one rolling red stop signs you don’t know how you ended up there. you looked out your driver side window to look at the house you used to call your home across the street. atleast you were in your right mind enough to not park directly in front. but you also knew this was just as bad, in a parked car with the lights off across the street like a stalker.

you knew you could’ve gone home. you could’ve put your car back in drive and come back in the morning to pick up your daughter, pretending like this never happened. but you knew yourself better than that, and you knew that the failed date you went on still weighed heavy on your shoulders. 

you turned towards your phone, hoping that something on your device would distract you. but when you opened your phone you saw your lockscreen—your happy little daughter trying to hold a pumpkin the size of her body as you and eunseok helped. you thought about how content you were that day, how you felt like you were truly a happy little family again. you even had a heart to heart with eunseok, talking about how you were too young and just starting your career when you met him. your life was barely on track by the time your daughter came and although you wouldn’t trade her for the world you both humored the idea of meeting later in life. you felt a pang in your chest as you remembered looking down to your daughter who held tightly onto eunseok’s hand while she held her tiny pumpkin in the other. 

the person you went on the date with noticed your wandering mind, it was obvious in the way he cleared his throat after you stared at the picture for a little too long. 

trying to comprehend your relationship with eunseok was difficult. when you were with him you thought about all the shortcomings in your relationship—the lack of communication, hiding your feelings, keeping things bottled up until they exploded. neither of you were able to save your relationship before it was too late, and it could be argued that you two were better apart. but when you weren’t with him, the only thing you could think about was trying to make it work.

you looked at the man sitting across from you at the dinner table and you imagined it was eunseok. maybe it was the familiarity, maybe you shouldn’t have made the mistake of seeing him before going on your date. because now the only thing you could think about was him, if he was going on dates in secret and if he was thinking of you too. you thought about your daughter, how much you wished you were with her instead of pretending the fancy food on your plate was good.

you knew the moment you started thinking about your family that the date was already over. it would be another endeavor in your long list of failures, all you could think about as you sat in your car was how you gave up a day you had with your daughter for this. you deleted your message history with the man, staring at your most recent text conversations. eunseok sat at the very top, his unread message appearing in the form of a tiny blue dot next to his picture-less icon. you clicked on the message thread, revealing a series of pictures of your daughter and little updates through the night.

eunseok: she likes strawberries alot.

eunseok: playing zelda and animal crossing on the big tv.

eunseok: she’s better than me at zelda now.

eunseok: she told me mommy is going on a date?

eunseok: i hope it goes well.

eunseok: she ate all of her food.

you don’t know why you felt guilty reading the last message. eunseok didn’t have the right to know, and you knew that. you had simply told your daughter in passing that you were going on a date night with your friends, knowing that she would repeat whatever you told her to her father. you typed your reply over and over again, trying to figure out what approach to take. 

lol i was going out with some of my friends from wo|

that’s none of your busin|

the date went we|

are you awake?

your mind came up with a million things to say, but none of them felt right. it felt like all of them were attempts at sounding casual. you threw your phone into the passenger seat beside you, and you rolled your neck to try and relieve some of the tension. you let out a sigh and turned your keys in the ignition, letting your car come to life around you.

you pulled out from the parking lot and headed down the road trying to go home. it started off with one wrong turn, your mind confused on where to go from the restaurant. when you had the chance to go back the way you came you felt something take control, and you continued heading down the same road. you took another turn, you even waited at the red light with an unexplainable energy as you tapped the steering wheel. the tension in your neck was gone too as you headed further down the road. 

you knew you didn’t have the right to act confused when you finally turned down eunseok’s road.

you let your head rest against the steering wheel when you parked across the street. each time the thought of leaving your car invaded your thoughts, you gently shook your head, feeling the worn leather of the steering wheel cover against your forehead.

“don’t do it.” you said to yourself.

you looked back at the house again, looking at the window that your daughter was sleeping in. you knew that on the other side of the house you couldn’t see, was the window to the room you used to sleep in. you started thinking about eunseok in that bed by himself, drowning in the california king that was too big even for the two of you. you started thinking about if he thought of you before going to bed everyday, if he thought about you tonight and where you were going in your pretty dress. 

“don’t do it.” you repeated.

saying it a second time was unnecessary. you said it purely for effect, trying to seem like your better senses were trying to put up a fight. you were already taking your key out of the ignition before you finished your sentence. you had taken your first step out of the car when you repeated the phrase again. you cleared the road quickly, hearing your heels click on the paved road with each step. by the time you made it to the sidewalk you had accepted your fate. you were still weary, slowly making your way across the lawn to the stoop. 

when you made it to the small set of stairs you looked to the door in front of you. the last chance you had to go back in your car before you undid all of your hard work. you knew you were being recorded by the ring camera beside the door. you could simply lie if eunseok ever brought it up. you could just say you considered coming to get your daughter before realizing how late it was. eunseok most likely wouldn’t believe you, and you would most likely lie some more trying to tell a convincing story. but your gaze went from the ring camera to the potted plant that stood tall beside you. you looked even lower to the painted rocks that circled the bottom. you let the ring camera catch you crouch down to your heels. the same hand that drove you here picked out the discolored rock that felt hollow. 

you held the rock in your hand, feeling the three engraved letters side by side. you held it away from your shadow, letting the moon illuminate the letters. you laughed to yourself for a moment before bringing your other hand to it, feeling for the split in the middle. it was too easy to slide the fake rock open, and to grab the key to the front door out of it.

you stepped through the door, turning the knob so it closed quietly behind you. you took off your heels at the door, hanging your jacket on the coat rack. you felt like an intruder, walking through the house on the balls of your feet trying to be as stealthy as possible. you lurched past your daughters toys in the living room down the hallway to eunseok’s room.

“don’t do it.” you said one more time putting your hand on the doorknob.

you pushed open the door to eunseok’s room slowly. you cursed at the creaky hinges, only letting it fully open when you saw that eunseok’s bed was empty. you didn’t hear him in the bathroom, so you pulled away from the door. you turned around, looking at the pink door of your daughter’s room. you ran your hand over the paint, remembering the day you spent painting it outside. it was the same day you painted the rocks outside. for some reason you believed eunseok would’ve thrown out the rocks you painted, or atleast replace them with new ones. but everything was the same as you left it all those years ago. 

when you silently opened the door, you saw your daughter take up a majority of the bed. her stretched limbs forced eunseok to the edge—his arm was slung over the side, and he was so close to falling that his hand touched the ground. eunseok was on his stomach and your daughter was on her back, both of their snores filled the room. for a moment pain flashed across your chest, you missed seeing this more than you thought. your own flesh and blood laid next to your shared history that was so suffocating it took your breath away. it was overwhelming and calming, as painful as it was peaceful. 

part of you wanted to stand there for the rest of the night, just watching the two sleep side by side. you were still for a moment, letting your mind replace all the bad memories with the good as you worked up the courage to get closer to eunseok. 

all of your steps towards eunseok were careful, walking on the flat part of your foot to not cause the floorboards to creak. you had your eyes trained on your sleeping daughter, making sure she didn’t open her eyes while you crouched close to eunseok’s body.

when you reached your hand in the space between your chest and eunseok’s shoulder, you hesitated. you were frozen looking at eunseok and his cheek pressed into the mattress and his mussed black hair. you hadn’t seen eunseok like this in god knows how long. after you called things off, eunseok put his stoic resolve back up. he put on a mask for you, a facade of furrowed eyebrows and emotionless stares. you had been deprived of eunseok’s softness you almost forgot it existed. now you crouched next to your ex beside the flower lamp on your daughters dresser resisting the urge to run a finger over his soft parted lips or his smooth skin. you almost didn’t want to wake eunseok up, afraid that you would once again have the gentleness taken away from you. you didn’t know you could miss the view of someone you claimed to hate so much. 

something inside of you wanted eunseok to know you saw him like this, serene in middle of the night just like when you were together. maybe he would even talk to you in the same raspy voice he always used to talk to you in. maybe if you woke him up fast enough you would be able to experience the eunseok you loved before his mind fully woke up to make him robotic towards you again. so you finished reaching across the space, gently touching his shoulder before you let your hand fully cover the area.

you shook eunseok gently at first. his body was limp underneath your hand, moving whichever way you applied force. you looked past eunseok to your daughter, who had at some point moved on her side to sleep like you. you drew in a breath, applying more pressure behind your hand trying to rouse him. finally he did something, letting out a sigh before shrugging his shoulders.

“go back to sleep baby,” eunseok swallowed and turned his head, facing away from you. “we can play zelda in the morning, i promise.” he mumbled.

even if his voice was barely audible, you still clenched your teeth in worry. your daughter was by no means a light sleeper, but all it could take is mentioning one of her favorite things to have her head shoot up in the middle of her sleep. eunseok ignored you trying to wake him up, you had to lean in close to the back of his head.

“eunseok,” you shook him a little harder “it’s me.” you whispered.

as if you yelled straight into his ear, eunseok shot up from the bed. you were spooked, almost letting out a sound when he turned to you with wide eyes.

“what are you doing here?” he sounded lost as he looked around your daughters dark room. “is something wrong?” he asked.

“no i just.” you looked over eunseok’s shoulder to look at your daughter. she was still snoring, but had turned to face her father. if she woke up now she would never go back to sleep. “i need to talk to you.” you whispered.

eunseok looked at the flower-shaped clock hanging on the wall behind you. he squinted his eyes trying to make sure he was reading the time right.

“at two in the morning?” he asked, voice still raspy.

in that moment you realized it was a mistake coming. nothing good as ever happened between you and eunseok after midnight. but you also realized it was too late to go back, and a small voice in your brain convinced you that you weren’t sleeping in your own bed tonight. so you nodded your head again as eunseok carefully move off the bed to not wake your daughter. 

eunseok motioned for you to walk toward shis room but he still led the way. he didn’t care to walk on his tiptoes or avoid the creaky parts of the floor as he rubbed his face. 

you looked back to your daughter once more before closing the door behind you. she moved to the center of the bed, taking up the little amount of space eunseok was occupying. you slowly pulled the door closed until you heard it click behind you. when you turned back into the hallway you saw eunseok past the opening in his door, looking at you through the space. he was no longer tired and he didn’t have his eyes squinted in confusion anymore. he held eye contact with you from his room, almost like he was daring you to come in. the implications made your bare feet timid in the hallway, lingering behind each creak on the floorboards as you crossed the threshold into his room. 

as if you had never been in the room before, you waited by the doorframe as eunseok closed the door shut beside you. he gave you a second to collect your thoughts, leaning against the closed door as he looked down at you. you tried matching his calm, leaning against the wall until the light switch poked your back. when eunseok crossed his arms you breathed in deeply.

“what are you doing here?” he asked.

you didn’t have an answer. all you could do was cross your arms against your chest and avoid his gaze.

“i don’t know.” you answered.

you could hear eunseok let out a dry laugh from beside you. even in the darkness of his room you could make out the framed photo of you two that sat at his work desk. he followed your gaze and cleared his throat when he saw what you were looking at.

“did you enjoy your date?” eunseok asked.

“that’s none of your concern.” you quipped.

eunseok pushed off of the door, and your eyes followed his back as he walked towards his bed.

“i’ll take that as a no.” he said quietly.

when he turned around to face you, you took a step forward.

“i’m seeing him again.” you lied.

the smug look on eunseok’s face didn’t fade away as he crossed his arms again. you saw him lean against your former side the bed, head tilted as he caught onto your lie.

“oh i’m sure.” he said.

you felt the familiar rage blossom in your chest. suddenly you felt regret, reaching behind you for the doorknob.

“this was a mistake.” you seethe.

before you can turn the doorknob, eunseok takes a step towards you. when you turn the doorknob he takes another step. he clears the space between you two, and continues coming closer until you have to look up at him. eunseok moves his hand to clasp over yours on the doorknob. the warmth of his hand coaxes you to let go of the doorknob, and he brings his other hand to hold yours. you can already feel the heat across your cheeks, and you can see the blush dust across eunseok’s face the longer he looks down at you.

you don’t know why eunseok humors you even though you’re no longer together. you don’t know why he takes his time teasing you. you came to him in the middle of the night in a tight short dress after a failed date. he could’ve taken you in the hallway or the couch in the living room, god knows you deserved it. but he was gentle with you, bringing his hand to brush underneath your chin to keep your head tilted up at him.

“you don’t know why you’re here?” eunseok asked again.

you silently shook your head, knowing he’d show you why. he looked at your lips, and eunseok pressed his leg between yours. the movement made your dress ride up. you remembered that eunseok bought you this dress when he let go of your hand to reach for the zipper. he still remembered that he had to hold the fabric straight to get the zipper to work, and he pulled it down in one smooth motion. you got up from the wall to aid him, and you didn’t protest when the dress became loose on your skin. you only continued to look up at eunseok, feeling your eyes become glassy as the fabric pooled to your feet.

“you still don’t know?” he asked quietly. 

eunseok brought his fingers to run over the trim of your bra, letting out a sigh when you tilted your head back in approval. you didn’t have to answer eunseok for him to know your response. he only laughed, teasingly bending down past your lips to kiss your shoulder.

when eunseok moved to your neck you brought your hands to his shoulder. you kept him there, letting your legs bend slightly to rest some of your weight on his leg. he was strong underneath you, the flexing muscle in his thigh made you want to grind against him. before you could do anything else, eunseok worked his kisses up to your ear then completely pulled away.

“let’s go to the bed.” he said.

you complied immediately, making your way to your old side of the bed as eunseok walked around. 

both of your stood next to the bed, staring at the other. you waited for his instruction, but eunseok stared at you waiting for your next move. it made you swallow your nerves, and you reached behind you to undo the clasp on your bra. eunseok watched you fully clothed on the other side, completely still as you moved to your underwear. eunseok watched you push your underwear past your knees, until you could step out of them. 

as you brought your arms to cross against your chest, eunseok let you watch as he pulled his shirt over his head. you looked at his toned stomach, how he ran his hand down his body before getting to the waistband of his sweats. you moved from foot to foot, trying to not make it obvious how much of a mess you were already becoming. it felt like the first time again, both of you trying to remember what your bodies looked like now. you had stretch marks like tiger stripes now, and eunseok had grown into his body. you no longer felt like the young adult you were when you first met him as eunseok pulled down his sweats to reveal his white briefs. as he reached for the waistband he motioned to the bed, silently telling you to get on first.

you pressed your hands into the foam and crawled to eunseok’s side. you sat back on your legs, perched and ready to listen. eunseok grabbed your hand that was balled up at your sides, kissing your palm after spreading out your fingers. you wanted to press your hand into his toned stomach and travel down until you could squeeze his length over the fabric of his underwear, but you let eunseok kiss every single one of your knuckles as he kept burning eye contact with you. when he let your hand fall back to the bed he reached into the top drawer of the night stand. when your mind caught quickly on you shifted on your knees.

“i’m not seeing anyone.” you said quickly.

“what about your date?” eunseok asked.

you shook your head, hoping that eunseok wouldn’t make you say it out loud. the smug smile that blossomed across his face was enough of a response.

“so no condom?” he teased.

eunseok eyed you carefully as he put the foil packet back down on his dresser. he watched you shrug your shoulders and look away, focusing on fluffing his pillows. he sits back on his haunches as he watched you get comfortable laying on your side. it’s been too long since he’s seen you like this, naked and getting ready for him. seeing the line of your body settle on his sheets makes eunseok want to tell you how much he changed. how he’s not the same twenty-year old who broke your heart by hiding his feelings. he wants to tell you that he’s a responsible adult now, and that his therapist tells him every session he’s making real progress. 

when you settle onto the mattress you turn to face him. eunseok notices how you fail to hold eye contact with him longer than a second before turning away. your hand that was rubbing up and down your body goes to fraying thread on the sheets, and your eyes dart away to focus on the wall behind eunseok.

“hurry before i change my mind.” you were anything but convincing. your words had no bite as you patiently waited for eunseok to fall into his place beside you. “you should be thanking me. god knows when’s the last time you had sex.” you said.

even if you tried to seem threatening, eunseok saw your body seize in anticipation when he shifted on the bed. he took his time, going to his back first to fully take off his underwear. he enjoyed seeing you trying to take quick peaks over your shoulder to look at his bare body and hearing your nails scratch the sheets to try and collect yourself. 

eunseok put his hand on the side of your knee when he shifted his body again. he ran his hands up slowly, his touch light as a feather to try and make bumps erupt across your skin. eunseok scooted his body closer to yours, his arm that was between his body and the mattress fell into place underneath your neck. 

the two of you went into your old routine, muscle memory of your past together in bed guided your movements. you both told yourselves your bodies were acting on their own accord. that was the excuse echoing around in both of your heads as you scooted your body back to meet eunseok’s and why he pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder blade. you gasped from the feeling, and suddenly the familiarity between you two filled the room. the closeness of your bodies was nearly blinding, you put your hand over eunseok’s that had found it’s place on your ass. 

eunseok foolishly thought that this position would protect him, that not being able to see your face would help him have emotionless sex with you. but feeling your fingers seamlessly intertwine with his made his heart pound against your back. each time he tried to slightly pull back you only followed him, chasing after the warmth of him against you. he thought fast to distract you before you could point it out, he reluctantly separated his hand from yours to lift your leg, making it come over his. the change made you lean forward to put your hand on the mattress to stabilize yourself. eunseok leaned forward, and wrapped his arm that was under you underneath your chest to bring you close.

“the last time i had sex?” when your leg was locked over eunseok’s he used his fingers to swipe at your folds. you preened your ass backwards, making a sound of embarrassment at how wet you were. “it was when i came over to help you with your tv, remember?” he whispered.

eunseok let the memories flood over you as both of your bodies shivered. it was months ago, you needed help putting together and setting up the brand new television you got for christmas. you were never much of the handyman, and eunseok wanted an excuse to come over to your new place. so while she was at daycare eunseok was invited over, and just like now one thing led to another until you were on top of eunseok. he remembers trying to kiss your knees that were bruised from being pressed to the ground and you told him to go away. he also remembers after the fact you used the excuse that you were lonely due to the holiday season. but now it was summer and you were moaning for him like you always used to. when eunseok pressed his lips to the side of your face you didn’t tell him to go away, you only turned your head to give him better access.

“you said you hated me then.” eunseok said.

eunseok pushed two fingers into your heat and a satisfied smile spread across his face when your lips parted. he sees you nod your head, trying to form a coherent sentence.

“i do.” you respond.

you can barely get through your sentence without your voice pitching upwards. eunseok feels you attempt to push your hips back to meet hie fingers. 

“you still hate me?” eunseok slips in a third finger to try and change your mind. “after all these years?” he asks.

“i do.” you say, shaking your head.

eunseok talks your mixed signals as a sign he’s doing something right. maybe by the third time you come to him like this he will get you to say no, maybe even have you initiate the kiss first. he uses it as motivation to keep pumping his fingers into your heat, and bringing you closer by the hand that’s on your chest. 

when you try wedging your hand between your bodies to find eunseok’s dick, he moves out of the way. he shakes his head in the crook of your neck. he imagines the look of frustration on your face, the one that’s seared into the back of his eyelids as he lifts your leg. you fall forward once again from the new angle and eunseok lets you. 

“fuck me please, eunseok.” you whine into the sheets. 

you use the rest of your strength to push your body back to its side and you moved eunseok’s hand down to your chest. he can feel your heart jumping in its cage as you continue whining for him. his chest swells when he feels your desperate hand reach down again to grab his dick. he lets you and looks down to guide his dick to your hand. when you hold him it’s his turn to whine. he forgot what it was like to be touched by you that he has half a mind to ask you to just jerk him off. maybe he’ll turn you around, just so he can see your eyes blow out with lust as he finishes. but just like always does he keeps his thoughts to himself and lets you decide what you want. when you pull his fingers out of your hole he leans forward, letting his hard dick press against your ass.

both of you are so desperate your movements become rushed. eunseok ruts his dick into your ass from the haste, and you clench your hand around his dick. you pump his length a few times, just wanting to hear the man behind you sigh contently trying to hold back his moans. you continue to do it, letting the slick sounds of his precum between your hands fill the room until his sighs turn to quiet whines. 

“turn around.” eunseok kisses your shoulder, pressing his lips into your skin to muffle his words “look at me.” he begs.

you ignore him, even though you both know you can hear him. you both know that the position you’re in currently is too intimate for people who claim to hate eachother. you both know that eye contact is dangerous, that it would only bring back feelings you both put so much energy into denying. so eunseok lets you ignore him and plays off his pleads by lightly biting your skin. you moan from the pain that lights your body like a fire, and eunseok puts his hand over yours to guide his dick the rest of the way.

“ready?” eunseok asks.

eunseok says it just as quiet as his previous plead. when you nod and whimper out a yes he feels his heart drop. he knows it was an act of self preservation, but he wished to see your face. he had to settle for his imagination and your sounds when he pushed his tip past your entrance, pushing every inch inside you you until his hips kissed yours. you sucked him in and kept his dick in place, fitting around him like a glove. there was no better feeling in the world, nothing tasted better than the salt from your skin that stayed on eunseok’s lips. he put his hand on your ass to spread you out enough to draw his hips back. he heard you fist the sheets and he felt you grab his hand on your chest to steady yourself. he slid back in just as slow, cursing each time your walls seized around him. 

it had been too long. eunseok was actively abandoning all of his instincts feeling you around him. he felt himself caring less and less about not wearing a condom the closer he got.

“i’m gonna cum if you keep clenching around me like that” he grunted into your shoulder.

eunseok moved his hand on your ass to press his hand deep into your lower stomach, causing you to push your hips further back. he swore he could feel himself inside of your stomach, and the sound that ripped from your throat made him believe you felt it too. the new angle let eunseok push his hips further into you. you could no longer hold your head upright as you let it fall into the pillows to muffle your sounds. even now you held back, trying to keep some shred of your dignity.

eunseok lifted his head to try and look down at you. he could see your eyes closed from the pleasure, and the thin layer of sweat that glistened across your face. the tiny beads and your supple skin caught in the moonlight. eunseok bent down to kiss your cheek, trying to entice you to turn your head again. for the second time, eunseok could tell you were ignoring him. he forgot what you were trying to protect yourself from as he felt your walls seize around him again. it was getting sporadic, and your breaths were turning into quick huffs. when your hand tightened over his eunseok used his leg to raise yours even more. his hand on your stomach found your clit quickly, rubbing circles that complimented his thrusting. you finally turned your head from the mattress, you even turned a little further to look eunseok in the eyes.

“i’m so close, seok.” you whispered.

eunseok saw you close your eyes and catch your bottom lip between your teeth, another telltale sign of you trying to focus. you dragged his hand that gripped your chest to your neck. you looked down at you trying so desperately to take the tenderness from this moment. if eunseok squeezed his hand around your neck like you wanted, it would be easy for you both to claim this was simply just a horny mistake, a borderline hate-fuck. he made that mistake the first time, hand around your neck as he told you how much he hated you. he looked into your eyes when he said it, trying to revel in the way your eyes flashed in pain between the moments of bliss. he didn’t mean it then but he definitely didn’t mean it now—like he said before he has changed. 

so instead of pressing his fingers into the veins on the side of your neck he traveled up to your chin, turning your head so you were forced to look at him. you were shocked, eyes so wide and your face so close to his eunseok could see himself in the reflection of your pupils. he placed a kiss right on your lips, not pulling back until he felt your lips move against his. he sees himself in your eyes again, and he sees his spit glistening on your lips. he feels himself inside of you, and he feels your warmth cover his entire being.

“i think i was made for you.” 

eunseok meant to say it quietly just for himself as a silent realization, but the way you nod makes him believe it to be true. eunseok feels you get your strength back as you push your hips backwards to meet his hard and deep thrusts.

“you still are.” you moaned.

he tells himself that you are just talking to fill the void of silence. eunseok also tells himself that you can’t bring yourself to ignore him for the third time this night when you’re looking him right in eyes. regardless, eunseok can also feel himself getting closer as you clench repeatedly around his twitching dick.

“oh my god.” you moan.

eunseok pulls your body closer when he feels you shudder against him. you start driving your hips back without rhythm, trying anything you can to keep the stimulation going. eunseok still looks down at you as you cum, and he smiles at the irony of you trying so hard to keep eye contact. you give into closing your eyes when he slips a finger into your mouth, and he can feel the vibration of your moans around his digit. 

when you start getting weaker, and settling into eunseok’s hold he pulls his hand from your clit to pull out. when you open your eyes again they’re glassy. they’re no longer half lidded as you grab eunseok’s wrist, stopping him from pulling out.

both of you look down at your hand. you look almost as shocked as eunseok, like something came over you to stop him from pulling out. eunseok takes it in stride, pushing back into you with a force that has you moaning around his finger. you turns your head even further to face him. he kisses the apple of your cheek and then your lips, smiling against your pout.

“you want another baby?” eunseok moved down from your cheek to your jaw. “you really wouldn’t be able to get rid of me then.” he whispered once he made it to your ear.

before you could say anything back, eunseok latched onto the skin right below your ear, sucking and pressing his teeth in the area below your jaw. the stimulation made your lower half sink further down onto the mattress, until you were relying fully on eunseok’s strength to keep your body up. memories flood back to eunseok, but the way he still remembers how you sound and respond to everything makes him think he never forgot in the first place. both of your bodies move simultaneously, when he pulls away from your neck you tilt your head to give him access to the other side. you preen your neck towards him, whimpering quietly when he lingers above the spot.

“oh my god.” you start shaking and eunseok feels your nails dig into his skin. “too much.” you whimper.

eunseok turns your head back around to press let his face rest against yours. you still suck around his fingers, and he can feel you turn your head to kiss whatever parts of his face you can reach. you still clamp around him, your cum adds to the lewd sounds that fill the room.

“can i cum inside?” eunseok asks.

eunseok closes his eyes and focuses on everything about you. he hold back until he feels your head nod against his.

“please.” you bring your hand behind you to run through his hair. “i miss you so much” you whimper around his fingers.

“i miss you more.” eunseok whispers.

he doesn’t hold back anymore as he empties into you. he turns to the crook of your neck, sucking harshly at your skin to relieve even more of the tension. when his hips still you take the lead, plating your hand onto the mattress to give your hips more stability. eunseok grips your ass, kneading the flesh desperately to try and ground himself. he pulls away from your skin to whimper into your ear. 

you two can no longer speak, only communicating through the hushed sounds of euphoria. eunseok brings both of his hands to wrap around you, bringing your body as close to his as possible. you can no longer push your hips back from the new angle and that’s exactly what eunseok wants. he forces you both to stay still, to feel all of it—the way his dick pulses inside of you as he cums deep inside of you. even when eunseok gives you all he has, you both stay in that position. you both settle deeper into the bed, catching your breath as your skin doesn’t break contact. 

neither of you want to be the first to speak or to force the other one to come back to reality. so you two remain silent as eunseok pulls out. you don’t say a word when eunseok turns your body around to face him, or when he pulls the covers over your sweaty bodies. he returns the favor by saying nothing when your nestle into his chest and you guide his arm to wrap around your body. 

BUNK 19 - TEASER

SONG EUNSEOK (송은석)

☆ BUNK 19

ABOUT 𓂃 ࣪˖ what happens in bunk 19 does in fact stay in bunk 19. and the boathouse. and the dining hall. and the tennis courts. and the counselor jacuzzi.

PAIRING 𓂃 ࣪˖ camp counselor!eunseok x camp counselor!reader (camp counselor au, summer fling to...?)

TEASER WORD COUNT 𓂃 ࣪˖ 631

FULL FIC WORD COUNT 𓂃 ࣪˖ 8k!

THIS FIC FEELS LIKE 𓂃 ࣪˖ buzzin by shwayze

NOTE 𓂃 ࣪˖ there aren't any warnings for the teaser, just a bit of heavy petting. the fic will absolutely by 18+ MDNI!!! it's pwp :D the fic will be posted JUNE 10TH

Mark stretched his hands in the air, his shirt riding up just enough to expose his taut abs. Eunseok noticed your eyes on Mark’s skin, your teeth sinking into your lower lip. “I was thinking about going into town, getting a couple cases of beer or something for the kickback tomorrow night. Minjeong, Jimin, and Haechan get in tomorrow and we’re gonna have a pre-camp rager. You guys down?”

“Ooh, I’m always down for a party with Jimin. She knows how to let loose.” You winked at Mark, blush instantly striking his cheeks.

“Alright, cool, I’ll make sure to get enough then,” His head turned over to Eunseok, “What about you, bro?”

A party was not his plan for tomorrow night, but he figured it’d be easier to play along for now. “Yeah, sounds fun,” He pulled his sunglasses down over the bridge of his nose, “I like Modelo.”

Mark laughed, heartily. He was so easily amused. “Alright, I’ll catch y’all at dinner?” He was out the door after two quick side-hugs, shaking his keys all the way to his car. The engine was loud as it started up, and you could hear the car shifting its way up the gravel driveway. The hall was quiet otherwise, just the smacking of Eunseok’s chewing gum, the minty peppermint wafting far enough for you to smell it on his breath. 

You moved first, pushing him by the shoulder as he kept his arms crossed against his chest. “Oh, c’mon. You can’t really think I want Mark.”

“Coulda fooled me.”

“I mean, he’s cool and all. And really hot, but… you’re sluttier.”

Eunseok rolls his eyes, closing the gap between the two of you, caging you against one of the break benches. “Hm, that’s it? You only want me because you think I’m a sure thing? Well I never!”

You giggle, glancing around the break room before swooping in for a kiss. Sweet, soft lips that you had been dreaming about for nine long months. His sunglasses smushed against your face but you ignored the slight discomfort as his hands found your ass. A handful for each of his palms, fingers kneading into each cheek with appreciation. You could feel your nipples hardening against his chest, the paper thin material of your bra heightening the sensation of his firm pecs. Eunseok was making you all warm and fuzzy again. “I missed you.”

“Yeah? You sure? Sure you didn’t miss Mark Lee more?”

“You’re so annoying! Wasting valuable time talking about a nonissue.”

His hands spread your cheeks apart just barely, just enough for you to take notice. “Valuable time? What else do you reckon we could be doing right now?”

Your mouth fell open as he kissed along your jawline. “W-Well I was thinking…”

“Mhm?”

He took a detour down your neck, floating right to your sweet spot just beneath your earlobe.“The counselor cabins are really close by, i-if you’re free.” Keeping your eyes open was a chore as he nipped at the skin of your neck erotically. “Eunseok, seriously. We’re gonna get caught.”

“What, that doesn’t turn you on anymore?” His palm revved back to strike your ass, squeezing afterwards to soothe the skin. “You know I’m always free for you, ___.”

Eunseok could smell your arousal through the thin material of your panties and shorts, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as all the blood in his body rushed to the front of his pants. Any notion of taking it slow with you went out the window as he grabbed your wrist, pulling you in the direction of BUNK NINETEEN. Since Mark had already started his journey into town and Director Irwin never left the movie room during his downtime, Eunseok didn’t feel the need to be sneaky while getting you into his cabin.

Hoonie is so adorable 🥺💕

SUNGHOON / ‘ENHYPEN&Hi’ S2 EP. 2

જ⁀➴ fake texts with riize - they found your vibrator

✧ nsfw content in some!

shotaro

eunseok

sungchan

wonbin

seunghan

sohee

anton

This was such a good read 😋

a nightmare on elm street

18+ minors dni !

pairing. sungchan x fem!reader

warnings. demon!sungchan, dub-con, knifeplay, minor blood kink

For a moment, all Y/N can see is gray.

She’s disoriented, and largely, dizzy. Moonlight filters through her curtains, casting shadows across her ceiling that sway with the rhythm of the leaves from the tree outside his window. She has no idea what time it is, her throat feels dry, and her eyes burn.

She can’t remember what she was dreaming about, or why her heart is pounding so heavily in her chest. All she can recall is the shiver running down her spine, but when she tries to lift her hand to wipe the cold sweat from her face, she finds she can’t.

Oh no.

Her heart sinks with fear.

She can’t move her body. She can’t even move her damn legs.

Her eyes darted around desperately, searching for something, anything, but surprisingly, there’s nothing. Still, she becomes hyper-aware of her surroundings, of every little sound in her room, every little shadow.

She’s next on the devil’s list.

She knows the devil is coming for her.

Y/N hopes she can wake up before that happens.

She doesn’t remember the exact moment she fell asleep, if she even set her alarm on time. She had taken a large number of pills to avoid sleeping, hoping to survive one more night. After Shotaro, Y/N knew she was next.

After all, she was the last one left.

All her friends were dead now. They had died in their sleep in ways no one could explain, ways no one even wanted to explain, actually.

Y/N knew her parents were lying, that they knew exactly who the man with the hat and the strange blades on his fingers was, but everyone seemed too terrified to say anything, even if their own children were dying under strange circumstances. They’d rather refuse to acknowledge that something bizarre was happening than talk about it.

Shotaro had figured it out, or at least, he had an idea of who the strange man could be. They had promised to meet up at a restaurant and find a way to stop him, but Shotaro ended up dying while taking a micro-nap. The autopsy said it was suicide.

Y/N holds her breath when she hears the sound of wood being scratched and light footsteps moving through the room. A scream threatens to rip from her throat, but her lips remain painfully sealed.

She tries to desperately remember her sessions with Therapist Lee. The exercises he taught her to deal with sleep paralysis when she thought all of this was just a series of bad dreams. But the desperation is overwhelming, grotesque, and all she can think about is the sound of sharp blades scratching the wood of her desk and the soft laughter that makes every hair on her body stand on end.

God.

A blade drags across her bare leg. The edge irritates her, but it’s not enough to pierce her skin. Yet.

“You should know by now, love,” he hums in a falsely sweet tone. “That God isn’t here. It’s just me.”

You’re not real, she wants to scream, but nothing comes out of her mouth. It’s just a nightmare, and she can wake up at any moment. She can escape because it isn't real. Still, the devil answers.

“I’m not real? Then how can I do this…?” Finally, her lips part with a loud scream as a blade pierces the soft flesh of her thigh. “Does that feel real, baby? Because it looks pretty real to me.” The nauseating smell of blood hits her nose. For a second, Y/N fears she might vomit on herself.

“Please.” She sobs, pleading. She doesn’t want to die, she doesn’t want… “Please.” That's all she can say. All her best friends are dead, Shotaro is dead too, and now, only she’s left.

“It’s okay, baby, I’ll be gentle.” A blade now drags over her left thigh, reaching her underwear. It plays with the fabric until, through the deafening beat of her heart, she hears the sound of the fabric giving way to the blade. Despite the hellish heat in the room, the pain that numbs her body, her skin reacts to the abrupt state of nakedness. “I was so curious to meet you, Y/N, to find out why your friends were so obsessed with you.” The bed dips with every word his lips pronounce. Y/N can’t help but rush to hide his gaze at the window beside him.

She doesn’t want to see. To see what killed her friends, to look into the eyes of the devil and know she’s about to meet the same fate as them. She’s terrified. Can fear kill her before the devil does?

Sweat drenches her forehead, her neck. For a second, all she hears are the furious beats of her heart and her ragged breathing. She shudders as a long tongue traces the path from her collarbone up to her jaw.

“Absolutely delicious,” she hears him whisper. Can it taste the fear on her skin? The horror that wraps around her heart as tightly as a venomous snake?

“Please…” she whispers. Hope is the last thing to go, but Y/N has no hope of getting out alive. What is she even begging for? For it to be quick? For it to be painless? All her friends' deaths were brutal; the pain, the fear, was written all over their faces.

What would her mother find in the morning?

She was scared. So scared. She didn’t want to die.

Why had God abandoned her?

“Look at me, Y/N.” Y/N presses her lips tightly together. She refuses to obey. Tears spill over when a gloved hand grabs her face, forcing her to confront her worst nightmare.

Her breath trembles as she meets those glowing eyes, but she can’t stop staring.

They said the devil was once an angel.

Y/N agrees.

“Do you want to know what Shotaro’s last wish was?” The devil—no, the angel—purrs. His eyes study her carefully, scanning every inch of her skin while his tongue wets his lower lip. The gloved hand, the one without the blades, snakes his way to her fragile neck, holding her firmly.

The mention of Shotaro is enough to clear the fog clouding her mind.

“He begged for mercy, not for himself or his soul, but for you. He wanted to save you so badly that he didn’t even care about drowning in his own blood, as long as it meant you’d be safe from my wrath.” Shotaro, oh poor Shotaro. Always so brave, always willing to be her knight in shining armor. Even in his final breath, Y/N was his priority. “It was a shame, his tragic death. I’m sure in another life you two would’ve been absolutely happy.”

Why? She wants to ask. Why them, why Shotaro, why her?

What did they do wrong? Why…?

“Because sometimes, it’s just the way it is, Y/N. Sometimes life doesn’t have explanations. Because it’s not your sins you’re paying for. Sometimes… all you have left is to accept it.” The blades rise above their bodies, and Y/N braces herself for impact. She holds his breath, closing her eyes, sending a silent prayer, even if there’s no one listening, no one waiting to receive her on the other side.

But the air is brutally ripped from her lungs when, instead of the sharp blades piercing her skin, it’s her poor pajamas that take the hit, barely grazing her skin. Y/N can’t help but gasp sharply, though any sound is swallowed by the eager mouth that crashes onto hers, kissing her carelessly.

The devil’s hand moves from her neck to her jaw, gripping it tightly enough to know bruises will soon form. Y/N isn’t sure if the grip is meant to show her his strength or to stop her from pulling away, even though she still can’t move a single muscle.

The extreme warmth of his tongue is disorienting. It wastes no time chasing her, caressing it, sucking it like candy. Everything about the devil feels scorching hot, but Y/N is too dazed to know what’s happening, to think of anything other than the warmth and the strange tingle that starts to spread in the lower part of her body as the devil presses against her.

She doesn’t know when he climbed on top of her—was it when he ripped her clothes or much earlier? She doesn’t know when she started moaning, clumsily chasing the lips that kiss her with the intent to devour her with each swipe, but she feels dizzy, almost drunk.

“M-more.” She doesn’t recognize her own voice. The plush lips feel absolutely delicious against hers.

“Greedy little thing.” Her eyelids feel heavy, but Y/N still makes an effort to open her eyes and look at the blurry silhouette.

The moonlight partially illuminates his face, revealing the stunning features that had once taken her breath away. The devil is beautiful, so beautiful that Y/N can't help but lean in and capture his lips in a kiss that he doesn't hesitate to return.

A hot, leather-clad hand roams her body, playing with the swelling of her breast, pinching her nipple between his index finger and thumb. Y/N closes her eyes again, giving in to the tingling sensation. The fingers knead her roughly, but the sting is soothed when equally warm lips wrap around the abused skin, licking and sucking.

“M-more.” A bite shakes her hard. Then another, and another. The devil alternates between kissing, biting, and licking the skin on her breast. It’s painful, but it feels so good.

The sound of steel clashing sends a shiver through her, but it’s not enough to dampen her excitement, to remind her of that sticky feeling of fear. There’s more, something larger that Y/N can’t identify. Her head spins.

“Look at you, so wet already with just a few kisses, you're so desperate, Y/N.” Y/N moans loudly at the condescending tone. The leather touches her nether lips, toying with her sensitive, shamefully wet flesh, she vaguely thinks the leather's hardness should burn her, but it only feeds the ravenous hunger.

More. More.

Y/N needs more.

The heat...

Her arms are heavy on the sides of her body, but she can move them after a few attempts under the watchful gaze of the creature above her. Y/N's breathing is erratic, gasps spilling from her mouth without stopping as the devil inserts two long fingers into her interior.

“Take off. Take off.” Her fingers wrap around the collar of the striped sweater he wears, but she doesn't have the strength to undress him herself. The urge hits her like a truck and really, the heat is unnerving, it should burn her, because she's sure it's too much, but it doesn't stop her. “Please.”

It's delicious once their bare skins touch. And / N doesn't realize that she begins to yearn desperately for those long fingers to fill her once more until her ears caught the devil's soft laughter. The blood rushes to her cheeks, to her ears, she's embarrassed but she can't stop, not until a hand buries itself between the strands of her hair and pulls hard. Her hips shake in the air, but she manages to stop at the second tug.

“Do me a favor, dear.” The devil says. He doesn't seem to mind having pulled her hair twice. “Suck this for me, okay? If you do it right, I'll be sure to fuck you deep and sweet.” Her eyes lower to the blades, wide and full of disbelief. She almost wants to refuse, but she knows, deep inside her, that that's not an option. 

Still, the thought of cutting herself scares her and makes her resist until a third tug on her hair makes her open her mouth and cradle the blade on his index finger over her tongue. 

With trembling lips, Y/N wraps her mouth around the blade. The coldness of the metal shivers her, but ignites in her something primal, dark, struggling to come to the surface. 

Saliva pools in her mouth and the nervous gulp causes her tongue to unconsciously slide across the blade. The sensitive flesh snaps at the light pressure. The pain startles her, but doesn't stop her. She can feel the blood trickle from the corner of her mouth. 

The devil's eyes turn bright. The red irises should terrify her, but Y/N is amazed.

Slowly, the devil removes the blade from her mouth without provoking her any more cuts and under her watchful eyes, he brings that same blade towards his mouth, licking the trickle of blood that spilled over the blade.

Y/N sees the appendage bleeding probably in the same way as her poor tongue, but the demon doesn't flinch at it. Instead, he leans over her again to kiss her once more, spilling his blood into her mouth.

The devil kisses her deeply, but it is less chaotic and slower. Y/N tries to follow him even with her limited experience, feeling her tongue throbbing from the cut but the devil comforts her by sucking gently on the sweet flesh until he has Y/N gasping once more.

“Absolutely delicious.” She hears him murmur once they part. His mouth is stained with blood, Y/N suspects hers must be too though she doesn't mind at all. Need courses through her body, she feels eager to take more, to receive more.

The devil holds her by the hips, manhandles her like a rag doll until he places her over her knees. Y/N hastens to hide her face in the pillows, embarrassed by the easy way he opens her up, revealing her dripping pussy but moans anyway when the devil carelessly spits on her.

His tongue runs along her vaginal lips, releasing fire in its wake. Y/N is sweating, sweating in staggering amounts, she gasps loudly and sonorously as the demon feasts on her vagina. His tongue frolics around her hole, teasing as he presses the tip of his tongue, slowly opening her up and then withdrawing.

Y/N moans with pleasure. But at the same time, she feels too embarrassed because her hips begin to chase that damn tongue that burns her skin but makes her feel so good.

A hiss escapes her lips as the devil unexpectedly thrusts his fingers in with a wet noise. He teases her until she cums all over his hand and it's so embarrassing that Y/N sobs against the pillows. But it's not enough to calm the burning inside her.

She needs more.

Her prayers are heard. The roughness with which he moves her revives her dizziness and she feels even drunker. The devil holds her by the thighs, pressing her stomach against the bed, he positions himself right behind her while holding her hips high.

It doesn't take long before she feels the head of the devil's cock penetrate his pussy. Y/N feels herself open, so damn open that she's not even able to hold back the saliva in her mouth. He stretches her to the limit, so good that it makes her hold her breath, but the devil doesn't let her adjust to his gigantic size before he starts to slowly move his hips.

The devil fucks her so well, so deliciously that Y/N feels her head spinning.

Everything around her fades away. There is only her. She, the devil and the heat that licks her skin, that devours her every second. 

“Fuck, Y/N.” She hears him curse above her. “So fucking tight.” The fingers of his left hand bury into her waist as the blades of his right hand bury over her bare back, Y/N doesn't know if it's an oversight, if it's a threat, but the sting of the edge spurs her on. Without thinking, she begins to tentatively pursue the devil's lunges. 

The devil does not delay in establishing a fast and deep rhythm.

The room fills with the sound of slapping, the wetness produced by the rapid lunges, the moans that spill from Y/N's mouth in the same way her saliva spills, and the primal grunts that emerge from the devil's mouth.

“Does it feel good, love, do you enjoy how I fuck your pussy?”. The force with which he presses Y/N's body against the bed causes her to clench her pussy unconsciously. Her hands clench in two tight fists the sheet under her body, above her gasps, she can hear the sound of the fabric giving way under the edge of her short nails.

The devil continues to fuck her until his cock reaches that lovely little g-spot that makes Y/N see stars through her eyelids. She has the urge to pull away, it feels so good it's unbearable but the devil refuses to let her go, pressing that spot over and over again, until she ends up sobbing from the constant stimulation.

He holds her even tighter, presses her until she can no longer breathe. 

Y/N is close.

So close.

The onslaught becomes more and more violent. She no longer has a voice to moan, she can only cry at how unbearably good it feels.

So good. So delicious.

Finally, Y/N cums so hard that her mind fades into unconsciousness as the devil spills his hot seed inside her.

BONUS

“Didn't you sleep well?” Y/N is silent at her older brother's question. 

She really doesn't know what to say. Unconsciously, her fingertips press her lips. The tongue wound seems to have healed, but it is the occasional pain that reminds her of the existence of that small cut. What is now her lovely fate because God has forsaken her.

“Maybe we should go back to therapist Lee, okay? He can recommend some pills to help you sleep.”

But sleep isn't the problem.

Y/N actually sleeps.

She sleeps so much that it's starting to affect her academic performance, the little social life she's gathered after moving out of town after all of her friends died and their parents began to question why she was still alive, it's the demon in her nightmares that won't let her get a good night's rest, that continues to use her body and torment her mind.

Still, she can't tell Eunseok that.

She can't tell him that she has a serial killer demon obsessed with her, that she can't escape. She can't worry him anymore, so she ends up nodding, hoping that it's enough to reassure him.

Y/N thinks this is better than being dead.

Or at least she tries to convince herself of that.

COMPILACIÓN DE TXT SOPLANDO LA VELA DEL CUMPLEAÑERO 🌬️

Dos años seguidos 😂😂

ANTON PUTTING U IN MATING PRESS BC HE LIKES THE INTIMACY AND CLOSE CONTACT WHEN HES INSIDE (hes a Big Boy™ yk) 🗣️🗣️🗣️

😏😏😏😏 Yes.

anton looovvess being able to see your pretty facial expressions as he fucks you so deep. anton thinks you’re so pretty like this all fucked out cuz of him!! he knows he’s big n he’s praising you for taking his thick cock ^_^

he’s mumbling against your lips, “doin’ so good for me, baby… takin’ me so well.”

anton is the sweetest ever n he’ll whisper sweet sweet words when you cum around his cock. n it doesn’t take long for him to cum cuz your pussy feels so good clenching around him.. burying his head in the crook of your neck and groaning your name as he cums deep inside :((

perv!taerae pleaseeeeee

cw 〜 innocent!reader，brothersbestfriend!taerae，implied corruption kink，cumming on stuffies，implied masterbation

perv!taerae thinks hes so slick, sneaking around your room in the middle of the night just to press your limp hand against his crotch.

he should feel guilty doing this to his best friends little sister, especially when you seemed rather clueless to his acts of "affection" but he just couldn't help it. the thought of you being so innocent, so easy for him to corrupt, did nothing but make his pants tighten whenever he saw your sweet face. and besides this was your fault.

if you didn't always hold onto him, giving him the perfect view of your chest, and ask him to take you out for ice cream (which watching you lick up the sides of your cone with your pink tongue, white cream coating it, leaves everything to the imagination) he wouldn't have to be like this.

sometimes he even finds himself slipping away into your room when you're away too. stuffing your pillow to his face while he jerks his too heavy cock, coating your bed stuffies with his milk.

and when you storm into your brothers room asking if anyone has been in your room and that something sticky was on your favorite stuffed animal when you got home earlier, while he should get tense, he instead smiles. head now clouded with the thoughts of how cute you look and how much cuter you would look with your face covered in the same "mystery substance" on your bear.

you'll never think its him anyway.

just like he won't ever find out you know about his lingering gazes or the way he bites his lip when you bend down in front of him.

or the fact that you touch yourself to the thought of him wanting you that bad.

how do u think sex w soobin would be like? almost all of the writing here in this app sees him as a hardcore sub w a mommy kink but like i don't think he'd be like that all the time???

anon 😶😶😶 what if i tell you i see him exactly the same...

i mean, haven't you seen my works ? i've posted a few things that give away my opinion about soobin 😭

though, i couldn't agree more with you. if with a dom s/o, soobin would be most of the time an obedient sub, but not every time. a day when he's stressed from work, or you're just being so mean edging him and all he wanna do is to cum... have you seen that man ? he's a giant, if he gets the right motivation, nothing is stopping him

but don't think he's going to be a insane hard dom, degrading you and being a fucking sadistic. soobin is soft, he cares for your pleasure after all just like he cares for his (even if he can get a bit too worked up sometimes and forget about it for a few seconds), so, if he's stressed and has you to take his worries away, why not ?

i think soobin is too unaware of his size – and i don't mean only of his cock. of course, his cock is massive yeah but he as a whole... man is big, and consequently, against someone smaller and in the same conditions as him, he's strong. he thinks he's being the softest to you and there you're, overwhelmed already and feeling like you're gonna break at anytime, he manhandles you and isn't even aware if it, his thrusts aren't even getting him sweaty but you feel like he's about to rip you apart, all while he's whining into your neck saying how good you feel around him

he's going one, two, three rounds with you and isn't even tired, meanwhile you're already ruined, your hole leaking cum and your limps numb, but you said you're in, right? now you have to deal with the fact that soobin is spreading your thighs open as he lowers his face to meet your abused core, looking up at you with the most innocent eyes as he hasn't railed you just now, and is about to keep going, he needs to make it up to you, doesn't he ? you're being so good for letting him use your body, you deserve to be eaten out – and he isn't complaining about it.

in conclusion, as the rest of txt, for me soobin is a switch. he can be a dumb subby boy calling you mommy but also can be a soft dom taking you to your limit without even knowing, and all of this depends on his partner <3

Doing the “ignoring my boyfriend for 24 hours” on Anton. At first he would find it amusing. He would start saying that he is going to do things you like without you. After awhile he would start getting frustrated asking what he did wrong and why you are ignoring him. He says sorry a bunch times. Hours pass and now he crying. Crying would lead to him being absolutely pissed. You finally tell him what you were doing and you apologize. This will all lead to punishment sex, hard and deep. Next morning you were limping. 🤭

anton thrusting into you so fast that you can’t finish your words. you’re trying to apologise between moans but you simply can’t, he’s fucking you relentlessly, giving you every inch of his big cock. and if you look away, he’s quick to grab your chin, forcing you to look at him as he ruins you. he’s having you cum over and over again, manhandling you into whatever position he desired, overstimulating you repeatedly until he was satisfied with your punishment. you’re both breathless after, anton all sweaty as he looks down at your overflowing cunt <3