#bloohounds

- gets you the most expensive clothes he can find and will lend you his no matter the worth

- loves his clothes on you cause he’s super tall and that means you’re drowning in his stuff

- asks you to redye his hair every once in a while and even lets you pick the color

- if you’re at his place, whining and brawling in his sheets cause you didn’t get to purchase some limited edition stuff you really wanted, he’ll just stare at you for a while, ask you what it looks like and then swipe through his Ipad for twenty minutes before tossing you a cocky grin "found it."

➺ won’t tell you that he got it until he can hand it to you to see you jump up in excitement

- you need to ask him a question about three times before he manages to pry his eyes off the Ipad screen “Huh?”

- gives in easily cause he avoids confrontation, but he’s still a hothead so there’s minimal banter

- tracks your phone if he can’t reach you

- quickly hurries to close his laptop, click away a tab or change the channel when you come in and he’s watching something -> it’s not porn like you had assumed, no, he’s watching topless men fight each other to death

- fast food til he collapses from a heart attack

・✫・゜・。

You were seated on his lap, your head lazily resting atop his chest, while your eyes were flicking across your phone.

It was already late, the reason you had originally come over long lost in your mind as you absentmindedly felt for the greasy bag that you had been fishing fries out of for the past ten minutes.

Alan nudged you with his shoulder, wordlessly signaling to you to feed him another one as his hands were busy working his keyboard, eyes fixed on his computer screen.

You let out a semi-hearted huff in annoyance, but complied. As you fed your boyfriend the oily sticks, watching as they disappeared further into his mouth with every drag of his tongue, your gaze flicked towards the untouched side salad that you had ordered for balance.

Checking if he was paying you attention, you found him pretty much locked onto his screen so you shifted in his hold, making him adjust his position so you wouldn’t fall off.

With a stretch of your arm, you reached the plastic container, carefully pulling out a carrot stick.

You bit away your grin as you slowly guided the vegetable towards his lips, watching as he parted them and leaned into your fingers, mouth agape before closing his lips around the orange stick.

A giggle slipped past your lips as his face convulsed in something between disgust and surprise. With a flick of his head, he spit the carrot out, eyes snapping towards the sad thing on the floor as he double checked what you had fed him, before resettling his attention back on his screen. “I told you not to do that anymore.”, he mumbled.

“You have to eat something healthy.”

nsfw

- intense make-out sessions on his lap, your tongue always finding its way back to lick over the metal of his lip ring

- sucks on your mouth more than he kisses you — whenever you feel his lips attach to yours, just know he won't stop until you've got permanent lipstick on there (hickeys around your mouth and along your jaw)

- loves the reaction that his lip ring pulls out of you, when he guides the cold metal against your lower lips or over your nipple and watches your whole body shudder with the cold sensation

- “how many?” whenever he’s about to finger you and the second you choose which fingers you want inside, he’s already guiding them to your mouth

- definitely lets his frustration out on you on bad days but makes up for it with intense aftercare

- even rougher sex when he's succeeded in whatever mission he had going on, turning all that excitement into pure lust

- prefers getting looked after, so he’ll let you dom him pretty often — if you promise not to tell anyone

- not a head-pusher, but he’ll rest his hand on the crown of your neck whenever you go down on him, just keeping himself steady

- not necessarily a fan of condoms but any thought of potential pregnancy will send him into a coma

- will ask you to blow him under the table to motivate him to work faster

- likes it messy — multiple rounds cause he wants his load all over you: your stomach to spread the mess, inside to watch it drip down your thighs and push it right back in with his middle finger

➺ will plunge it all the way in and continue to finger fuck you until you’re physically aching from overstimulation

I don’t have a taglist for this — also is Alan Baek's brother?