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wtf was episode15 even all about, the way i waited for a teaser at the end for episode16 and im right guessing there's no way they will do that, my poor baby gaon is so confused and betrayed at the end
I have a genuine obsession with masochists. Not just people who will accept the pain thrust upon them, but those who crave it. Who feel pleasure from it. Those who moan into my ear as I sink my teeth into them, those who beg me to hit harder when I strike a whip against their back. Darling masochists that will trace the marks I leave on their body and squeeze them to properly feel the ache or sting of them. I want to hold them. I want to break them.
[1:15 am]
plink. there’s a pause. plink. followed by another three in rapid succession.
annoyed, you shove your chair back from your computer and turn on the balcony lights. if this is an awful prank some kids are playing, they’re about to get a piece of your mind. how dare they, when you have important procrastinating to do?
you unlock the glass door and step outside. “go away!” you shout, ready to return to the comfort of your room.
“you’re so mean,” a voice from down below says.
you rush to the edge, gripping the hand rail out of disbelief. “donghyuck?”
“don’t call me that, please,” your best friend groans. “it’s hae—”
“i’ll call you whatever i like,” you huff, crossing your arms. “why are you throwing rocks at my door? never mind that, why are you here?”
“oh, those weren’t rocks,” he says calmly. he’s wearing a t-shirt and pajama pants, completely harmless, and you see that he’s holding something, though the light from your balcony isn’t strong enough for you to tell what it is.
“shut up and answer my question!”
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7 OF THE MOST ATTRACTIVE NAMJOON PICTURES EVER TAKEN TO CELEBRATE THE STUNNING BDAY BOY
| Cr twt DreaminOfYou_RM & ReMarkable0912 & Athenaa_RM & Celsius_613 & HoneyJoonie94
update on this: never got my beach episode (if anything i’m in the most academically challenged period of my life that is actively going downhill), and i’m currently in the most complicated platonic-situationship-romantic relationship i’ve ever had ever so
i guess i got my love interest?? 😭😭
jesus fuck i’m in dire need of a beach episode—or literally any filler episode ever. like i’m done with the angsty summer depression arc, let’s get back to the arc where i finally get a love interest after my beach episode. i deserve it along with probably ten bazillion other people also suffering under capitalism.
“what has you so excited” with terzo with the dang smuttiest smut ever
Sorry for completely ignoring the fact that the prompt list was for smut. In my excitement to write wholesome I completely forgot how to read. I make it up to you with sadistic Terzo.
Playing With Kitty (Terzo x Reader)
Terzo x Reader || Pet Play || Rough Sex || Squirting || Overstimulation || WC: 2285
Terzo can be very nice...When he wants to be.
His love making ranged from soft and passionate to dominating and teasing. There are simply days where he does not do much more than touch you and roll his hips as you take charge on top of him and press him into the mattress. On a scale of one to ten--one be gentle husband who wants nothing more than to adore his wife, you, with gentle kisses, touches, and softly pulling an orgasm--ten being the king of sadists, bounding your hands to the bedframe and forcing climax after climax until your oversensitive and fluids leaking from your eyes as much as between your legs.
Today you rest at a 9.5.
It's your fault, really. He had come home from todays duties with a pep in his step, eager to see you after a meeting and as he opened the door to his office and sees you leaned against his desk in a robe, he immediately felt himself growing firm in his robes.
He all but shucked them off at the door and attacked you, pining your hips to the desk roughly and claiming your lips in a furious kiss. You giggled against his lips, allowing him to dominate and moaned into his mouth as his hands cupped your ass and squeezed.
His lips pressed against the corner of your mouth before seeking downwards. He groaned, pressing his cock against your thighs and grinding.
As he reached your neck, his lips bumped into something that made him pause and dig his nails into your generous backside. Excitement buzzed through his body like an angry hornet, and his lips pulled up into an eager grin.
He pressed you all the harder against his cock, firmly pinning you against the desk that he's sure must be at least a little painful against your lower back.
"What has you so excited?" You coyly ask him.
He slipped his hands between the folds of your robe and part them. You shook your shoulders, allowing the silk to fall to the floor in a broken halo, and his eyes immediately locked to the prize.
Around your neck was a collar. The collar. And nothing else. The belt is a deep purple, with a silver ring through the middle and a tiny little bell. He groaned at the sight, and his index finger lightly flicked the chime, smirking as it rang out through the quiet office like gunfire.
Then he looped his finger through the ring and pulled without warning. You crashed into him, and he gave you a devious grin.
"Don't pretend like you don't know, gattina." And pulled you towards the bedroom.
You don't wear the collar unless you want him to be rough. Today, you have given him permission to be as mean as he wished, and as loving as Terzo could be, his favorite thing was being mean.
The bedframe rocks against the wall hard enough that it knocks the drywall from its surface. Your bell rang with each backwards pull against his hips, joining the chorus of wet squelches from your pussy as he rammed into you hard enough that his skin clapping against yours nearly stung. You kneel with your knees on a supportive pillow to keep them from aching and to give yourself the extra lift you need for him to assault your g-spot mercilessly.
"Jesus!" You squeal as his hand sharply makes contact with your ass cheek before grabbing it roughly and digging his nails into your red skin. He left hand stays on your lower back, pressing you down just so to keep you pinned in position for his brutal thrusts.
"Kitty's don't talk!" He barked as his right hand quickly snatches you up by the back of your collar and pulls you straight, your back flushed against his chest as he then cups your cheek and turns your head just enough for him to capture your lips and bite them open.
"All good kitty's do is mewl." Now in position to roll and give shallow little pumps of his cock, he presses right up against that sensitive gland inside you and makes you tremble. Your thighs quiver as you try to hold yourself up for him but the burn starts to get to be too much. You have no choice but to lean back against him and he turns to rest the back of your head against his shoulder as he attacks your already decorated shoulder.
He bites, red crescents and indentions matching the marks he's already set into your skin. Police could identify him through dental records with how deep he's chewed into your flesh. Small traces of blood bead where his canines had sunken in, and he only add more.
He then lets go of your collar and roughly pushes you forward. His dick slips out of you, gleaming wet with your juices and bobs in the air as you land on your stomach. Then he grabs you by your hips and turns you over, spreading your legs and thrusting back into you without pause.
Your back arches from the action as he sinks in with no resistance and the band in your lower stomach snaps. You cry like a baby, locking one of your legs around his hips as he rips your orgasm from you as suddenly as a cobra strike. You high pitched moan rings in his ears and he laughs as he feels your walls convulse around his cock. He doesn't stop. He keeps thrusting and milks you through your climax.
That's your third. Your first had been from him fingering you open until you were taking four of them and dribbling in his hand. He maneuvered them deep inside of you until he pressed right up against that hard knot near the back and curled over and over again until your were clutching his hands with your walls like you were dangling from a cliff.
Your second had come after he withdrew them, leaving nothing inside of you as he played with and pinched your clit hard enough to bring tears to your eyes and begged him to put his cock inside you. You begged him to fuck you, anything, just something to satisfy the ache of having something inside you again.
He kissed you behind the ear and ordered you to come. You didn't disappoint him. It crashed into you like wave, merciless, and ruin in its wake. Then he had turned you over and continued from there, satisfying your wish as he glided the head of his cock over your sopping wet folds, gathering the lucrative amount of your slick and cum before stuffing himself in with one hard stroke. Your abdomen had clenched and you happily pushed yourself against him with a loud satisfied moan, as you sunk heavily back on his cock
Not much has changed since then, except now both your bodies shine with sweat as your body temperatures warm to nearly uncomfortable levels. Your sweet mouth, lips puffy from his bites and sucks from before you started, still open as he rips moans from your throat, and your cheeks red and wet with tears from your ruddy and half-closed eyes.
His fingers go back to playing with your clit, roughly pressing against it and flicking before he digs in his thumb and rolls it, not caring if his nail catches it or not.
"Hnn!" You keen and toss your head back and forth, collar jingling, and back still arched. He chuckles at your petulant action. He could be a brat, but you could be so needy.
His eyes then lock onto your breasts, your exposed nipples, and realize that they look so plain in comparison to your neck. He lowers his mouth and latches onto one of your dusty buds before sucking as hard as possible, feeling it pebble against his tongue. You whine, your hand coming up to pass through his hair, and he growls before grabbing you by your wrist and pinning it to the bed.
"None of that! If you want something to touch, then you fist the sheets." He orders and helps your scrambling fingers to curl around the bedsheets and pull, nearly taking them off from around the mattress.
With something for you to hold onto his other hand leaves your clit to start pinching your other nipple, rolling it between his thumb and finger hard enough to hurt, with each janky thrust of his hips he pinches rough enough that it almost feels like he's trying to rip it off.
You hiss, and it sounds like music to ears, so the he nips. Then he sucks. And then he opens his mouth wide around your nipple and clamps his teeth down hard enough for you to sob in pain and yet your pussy flutters happily and so tight around him.
Whether it be from the bite or his devastating attack on your clit is neither here or there but it only further fuels him to beat on you, to drive into you like an animal on the hunt.
He breaks away with a wet smack and savors the small amount of blood that rests on his tongue. It causes a boiling amount of heat to settle in his lower stomach. A few more pumps of his hips and he'll be coming down your pussy. He looks down at your conjoined body and smirks when he sees a frothy ring of a white halo around his cock, managing to stir your inside so obviously as to give him a wedding band.
"Going to come inside you, gattina. Get you so gummy with my cum it's be leaking out of you for days." And he keeps thrusting, driving as deep as he can inside of you until he feels that hard dam of your cervix pushed against him.
Then you scream, and he feels a gush of moisture against his thighs and laughs at you.
"What a fucking mess! Your such a filthy little kitten!" He praises and keeps on the assault. His lower abdomen clenches and he tips his head back with a groan. His breathing growing choppy as he starts to babble himself. He feels dizzy, starved for oxygen as your insides ripple.
"My pretty little gattina , such a good girl." He rolls at each word, and his toes clench the closer he gets. His whole body started to lock up as his dick pulsates and gave shallow thrust to wrangle the seed out of him. "Shit! Fuck!!" He blurts and desperately humps for his completion. " I'm coming. I'm coming inside you, kitten. Fuck!"
"Going to cum so deep inside you-take me so well. Shit!" And the tension finally snaps when he feels your own walls flutter and your own babbling to fuel him. You can't even form proper words, just incoherent sobbing as he drives into you the last few thrusts of his hips and works his cum into your hot squeezing channel.
It shoots through him like a bullet, snaps through his lower back, and for a second, it feels like he's actually been shot. A wet pop sensation that shoots nitroglycerin through his veins. His eyes nearly roll into the back of his head as he doubles over you. He grabs you by the chin and slams his mouth over yours.
It's much more tame than what it had been before, and he wetly breaks apart from your lips to press his mouth against your jaw and catch his breath. His eyes half lidded as his body relaxed against you as though sinking into a hot bath. HIs muscles feel molten and loose, and the marathon quickly catches up to him.
He relaxes into you and your wet sniffling and pushes himself back up to take in the damage. He softly runs his hands up and down your body, careful of the bruises his clutching fingers have left behind. He eyes the bitemarks, the thin red line of scratching going down your sides from his nails.
He clicks his tongue and looks over you with concern.
"Okay?" He asks, and through your sniffles, you give him a choked affirmative. This is normally planned ahead of time for the aftercare to be ready immediately, but spur of the moment is good, too. If you weren't ready to wait just a little bit for him to get everything after, then you wouldn't have done this in the first place.
He leans down and places a gentle kiss to the marks he's left behind and decidedly pulls out of you. You legs immediately drop open and he watches his cum leak from you to join the wet spot under your hips and groans.
"I'll be right back, princepessa." He says and goes to the bathroom to fetch you a warm rag and cup of water. His own legs jiggle as he stands, and a small hiss makes it between his teeth as he feels his lower back twinge. It feels like he needs some aftercare as well.
He gets it along with you after you're both cleaned up and in each others arms. His fingers dance up and down your back as he enjoys a cigarette and you enjoy his body. As you shift to a nuzzle closer to his chest, he hears a jingle and realizes you're still wearing the collar.
He smirks, still feeling playful.
"Did my little kitty enjoy herself?" He asks.
You going to be sore as hell tomorrow but damn if it wasn't worth it.
"I did." You mewl and he chuckles, placing a gentle kiss to the crown of your head.
Maybe next time you'll wear the ears and tail.
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