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He pretends like he doesnโt care, muttering things like โTch. Donโt get clingy.โ but heโs already pulling the blanket over you and rubbing soothing circles on your hips. Lowkey wraps a protective arm around you while you sleep, even if he denies it in the morning. Tsundere-tier aftercare.
B โ Body part (fav on you & himself)
On you: your lips. Heโs obsessed. Bites them while kissing, thumbs at them when youโre pouting, fucks you just to shut them up sometimes.
On him: his hands. Theyโre elegant, scarred, and precise โ he knows exactly how to use them, and he likes the contrast of his gloved fingers pressing deep into soft, trembling skin.
Possessive about it, lowkey. He wants it in you. On your chest? Cute. Down your throat? Even better. But nothing beats filling you up and seeing it drip later. Heโll never say it out loud though โ he just stares. Like a psycho. A little proud.
Low voice, mean words, pretty face. Iso whispers filthy things right in your ear, never raising his tone, just pure venom and lust like:
โSo messy already? All I did was touch you. Pathetic.โ
โBeg. I want to hear how much you need me.โ
He gets even filthier when you talk back. Loves when you challenge him.
Canonically mysterious, but heโs definitely had casual flings. Heโs not the type to catch feelings easy โ but when he does? Heโs dangerously attentive. Knows how to fuck, edge, overstimulate, dominate โ and get you addicted.
Anything that lets him keep eye contact โ missionary, chair-riding, pronebone. But his #1 is you riding him while he sits back, watching with that lazy-lidded stare, hands gripping your waist.
โUse me. Thatโs what you wanted, right?โ
Absolutely not. This man is allergic to cringe. But sometimesโwhen you tease him too much and he gets flusteredโheโll mutter in Mandarin under his breath and act all annoyed. Heโs secretly cute when embarrassed.
Trimmed, neat, well-kept. He grooms like a perfectionist. Youโll never catch him looking messy unless you ruin him in bed (which he hates admitting he likes).
Acts cold in public. But when itโs just the two of you? Heโs deeply intense. He watches you like youโre a target and fucks you like heโs been starving. Loving you is his biggest weaknessโand he knows it.
Heโs disciplined, but has needs. Usually gets off quick and quietโgloved hand over his mouth, stroking himself slow while imagining your voice, your eyes, your moans. His fantasies are detailed, even if he pretends theyโre not.
โข Powerplay (he likes being in controlโฆ but also loves when you take it)
โข Choking (light) โ hand on your throat, watching your eyes flutter
โข Clothes-on sex โ unzipped suit, undone gloves, you half-stripped over a desk
โข Marking kink โ but he hides the bruises you leave under his turtleneck
โข Mutual teasing โ verbal sparring is his foreplay
Private, sleek, aesthetic. Likes dark rooms, black satin sheets, hotel bathrooms with floor-to-ceiling mirrors. He gets off on control and mood, so he sets the scene intentionally.
Frustration. Jealousy. The way you look at him when you know heโs close to breaking. Heโs weak for bratty teasing too โ especially if you whisper โCome onโฆ snap.โ
No degrading unless heโs 1000% sure you want it. No public displays. No recording. Heโs private as hell and doesnโt trust easy. Anyone seeing you like that? Never happening.
Giving: Controlled, patient, lethal. He eats like itโs an art. Minimal sound, intense eye contact, hands gripping your thighs tight.
Receiving: Stoic at first, but once he starts moaning? He wonโt stop thrusting into your mouth until youโre drooling.
Slow, deliberate, and punishing. He wants you to feel every thrust. But if heโs jealous or angry? It gets rough. Deep. Fast. Bruising. His rhythm is methodical either way โ he doesnโt waste a single stroke.
Big yes. Especially during missions, backstage, or right before a kill.
โYouโve got 3 minutes. Make it count.โ
Youโd think heโs joking. Heโs not.
Surprisingly willing, if it means breaking his own cold exterior for you. Heโs stealthy and strategic, so sneaky sex in public-ish places? Total turn-on.
INSANE. Heโs a duelist. Peak physical condition. Can go multiple rounds without breaking a sweat. And he loves edging you between them, dragging out your pleasure for hours.
Keeps a very discreet drawer of sleek, black toys. Vibrators, plugs, restraints. He prefers using his hands, but when he does use toys โ itโs intense. Silent. Controlled. All for the purpose of watching you fall apart.
SO MEAN. Loves teasing. Will edge you โtil you cry, lick you once, then pull away.
โYou donโt deserve it yet.โ
But then heโll whisper praise the moment you finally break. Heโs a sadistโฆ with a soft heart buried deep.
Heโs a grunter/growler. Low, breathy moans. But when you make him lose control? He gasps. Hisses. Whispers your name like it hurts.
โF-Fuckโไฝ ็็่ฆๆๆ้ผ็ฏโฆโ
When he finally lets go, heโs unhinged. You thought he was cold and in control? Try him fucking you so hard the headboard cracks, panting against your ear, whispering how much he needs you. Itโs scary hot.
X โ X-ray (whatโs under the clothes)
Lean muscle. Subtle abs. Pretty v-line. Scars. Surprisingly soft skin in contrast to his sharp image. Heโs deceptively beautiful once you peel him open.
He acts like he doesnโt care. But heโs the type to fuck you deep and slow after a mission, forehead pressed to yours, whispering, โI need this. I need you.โ
He burns with desire โ he just hides it well.
He acts like he doesnโt like cuddling. But his body betrays him. He always ends up with you curled into his chest, arm slung around you possessively, breathing even and soft. If you move? He pulls you back without a word.