#dom!reader

It was just after four when you entered the bright, neon lit mall. Walking home from work with Steve had become a tradition for the two of you since his summer job began. You worked in the grocery store down the street and, since you two were neighbours, you waited around so you could walk home with him. Steve’s shift ended at five but you had a few stores you needed to go to before you went to meet him. First, you went to the Gap to return a shirt that didn’t fit, then you picked up two pastries from the bakery. One for you and one for Steve (although Steve usually ended up eating yours too. Oh well, what did you care? He gave you free ice cream). At 4:50 you approached Scoops Ahoy. Despite it being so close to closing time the place was still bustling. Before you even spotted Steve, Robin caught your eye cleaning a table in the corner of the store. She waved you over.

“Hey,” you said as you walked over. “What is going on in here today?”

Robin pointed at a sign on the window that read BUY ONE CONE, GET THE NEXT ONE FREE. “You give the people free ice cream and they come in hoards.”

Robin made small talk with you as she finished cleaning the table and you looked towards the counter. There Steve stood, a frantic look on his face as he served the never ending line of customers. Robin followed your gaze.

“This has not been a good day for Dingus,” she commented. “On a good day his flirting is subpar, but his stressed flirting is so much worse.”

“Yeah, and you’re really helping him, aren’t you?” you replied, shaking your head at Robin as she stood there idly holding a tray of dirty dishes.

“Oh, shit, yeah,” Robin quickly remarked before rushing behind the counter to help Steve.

After a few minutes the crowd had dwindled and Steve was finally able to look up from the plethora of ice cream below him. He waved tiredly at you and you gave him a sympathetic smile and held up the bag of pastries. The sight of them seemed to give him some energy.

When the last customer had been served Steve ran into the back to change out of his sailor uniform. You decided to start nibbling on your pastry. Better to eat it now when Steve wasn’t looming over you with his little puppy dog eyes, begging for a bite.

But you had only taken two bites when Steve reappeared, still dressed in red, white and blue.

“Robin, where’s my bag?” he asked, a worried expression on his face.

“I don’t know. I didn’t touch it.” Robin said uncaringly.

“Well, it’s not in there,” he retorted.

“Let’s have a look,” you said, tucking your pastry back in the bag.

You went through the door behind the counter and searched for the bag. The small bag room was lined with coat hooks and benches, kind of like a school locker room, you thought. But Steve was right. There was no bag. It was gone.

“What am I gonna do?” Steve whined.

“What was in the bag?” you asked.

“Just my clothes and my wallet. But there was only like five dollars in it so it’s not a big deal,” he sighed.

“Wait, mine’s not here either,” Robin declared.

“How did they even go missing. I thought no one was allowed back here,” you wondered.

Steve and Robin stood in thought for a moment before Robin whispered, “Oh, God.”

“What?” Steve said sharply.

“Remember earlier when you were out the back getting more cones?” Robin began.

“Yeah…”

“Well, there was no one at the counter and I really had to pee so I ran to the bathroom…” she trailed off.

“And?” Steve pushed.

“And I may or may not have accidently left the keys to that door on the counter.”

“Oh my God, Robin,” Steve put his head in his hands.

“I’m sorry,” Robin pleaded. “When I got back they were in the same place I left them so I assumed no one had touched them.”

Steve sank down on one of the benches.

“Hey, its ok,” you said, trying to keep them both calm. “It’s not like someone stole money from the register. It was an honest mistake.” You smiled at Robin. “Now let’s go home, Sailor,” you said, pulling Steve up.

“No, I can’t walk home dressed like this,” he complained.

“Well, you’re going to have to,” you said bluntly.

Steve let out an overdramatic sigh before walking out of the room.

When Steve and Robin had the store locked up, you walked to the entrance of Starcourt where you parted ways with Robin and began the walk home with Steve. He looked around self-consciously, wrapping his arms around his body as if it would make him invisible.

“Steve, stop that. No one’s going to care,” you said.

“Yeah, well, I care,” he replied.

You wanted to try to distract him so you started asking him about his day. It did not help.

“It was awful,” he began. “Why can I not get girls anymore? When I was in high school I could’ve had anyone I wanted.”

“Yeah but when you were in high school you were an asshole,” you reminded him. “And besides, most of the girls you flirt with are probably bitches.”

You opened the bag of pastries and offered him one. He took it eagerly.

“Yeah, I guess,” he mumbled, spitting crumbs on the sidewalk. “It has to be this stupid uniform,” he continued. “How come you get to wear whatever you want to work and I have to wear this Halloween costume.”

“Because I don’t work at Scoops Ahoy. The best ice cream in all of Hawkins, matey,” you laughed, putting on a fake pirate accent.

The corner of Steve’s mouth turned up slightly. However, as if on cue, a loud, obnoxious truck rounded the corner. As it neared closer to you it began to slow down. You heard wolf whistles as the front window rolled down.

“Wow, Steve, you have never looked better,” Tommy yelled out the window.

“Yeah, I bet Nancy’s sorry she let you go,” another one of Steve’s old friends joked.

You grabbed Steve’s arm and started walking faster, mumbling at him to ignore them.

“Aww, Stevey Weevey needs a girl to save him,” Tommy jeered. “Go on and run home to mommy, you big pussy!”

And with that the truck let out a mighty rev, picking up speed. You held up your middle finger towards the truck as it sped away.

You walked in silence for a minute, unsure of what to say.

“You okay?” you finally asked.

“Yeah, I’m peachy,” Steve said sarcastically. “I’ve never been better. I’ve got a dead end job, no girlfriend, no money, my parents don’t give a shit about me and I’m dressed like a fucking sailor. So, of course, Y/N, I’m okay!”

“Steve, stop putting yourself down,” you said as you neared Steve’s house. “This is only a summer job. And those girls you flirt with are crazy. Who wouldn’t want you when you’re dressed like that.”

“Well, today at least five different girls almost choked trying not to laugh in my face, so obviously a lot of people don’t want me,” Steve spat, reaching into his pocket for his keys.

“Yes they do!” you reassured him.

“Who? Please, if you’re so sure that people want me, please enlighten me as to who those people may be.”

Steve fumbled with the keys in the lock of his front door. By the time he finally opened it you still hadn’t said anything.

“See, you can’t even think of anyo-,”

“Me!” you shouted, a little too loudly.

Steve looked at you, a baffled expression on his face. “What?” he asked.

“Me,” you sighed. “I want you. I don’t understand how no one else does.”

Steve froze in the doorway and you immediately regretted saying anything.

After a few seconds he said, “Are you serious?”

“Yes, Steve,” you sighed, exasperated. “Is it really that hard to believe that someone likes you?”

Steve shrugged and couldn’t quite meet your gaze.

“Come with me,” you ordered, grabbing his hand and pulling him into his house. You quickly climbed the stairs and headed straight for his bedroom. Planting him in front of the floor length mirror you said, “Look at yourself. Do you not realise how attractive you are?”

“Not with this stupid hat on,” Steve replied, his cheeks blushing red.

“Then gimme.” You whipped the hat off his head and placed it on your own. “Now I’m the stupid one wearing the hat.”

“You don’t look stupid,” Steve said quietly.

“And neither do you,” you said, annoyed at his lack of confidence. “My God, Steve, that’s what I’m trying to show you. The only people who think you look stupid are assholes who you’re not even friends with, and yourself.”

“You don’t think I look stupid?” Steve asked shyly.

“I actually think you look adorable,” you smiled.

Steve turned back towards the mirror and surveyed himself for a moment. “I guess… if you’re into… sailors.”

“Well, just one sailor in particular,” you smirked, placing your hand on Steve’s arm. He turned to face you so there was only inches between your lips.

Steve exhaled a shaky breath before you closed the gap between the two of you. Immediately your hands found his hair and you ran your hands through the brown strands.

After a moment Steve pulled away, his cheeks flushed.

“I guess now would be a good time to tell you that I like you too,” he said.

“Yeah, well, I gathered that,” you replied.

“I just didn’t think you liked me. I mean, I’m-.”

“No, don’t you dare start that again,” you interjected. “You are so pretty and funny and, I know it’s stupid, but every time I see you dressed like that all I want to do is rip those little shorts off you,” you rambled without thinking.

“Do it then,” Steve mumbled.

You raised your brow at him, unsure if he was serious.

“Do it,” he repeated before kissing you again. The sailor hat that you forgot was on your head slipped back and Steve tossed it on the ground before running his hands through your hair.

Your heart rate increased as Steve breathed into your mouth. Your tongues were intertwining before you remembered Steve’s request.

Your hands, which had somehow found their way inside the back of Steve’s shirt, now moved to the front of his shorts and you unbuttoned them hastily. Your breath caught in your throat and you pulled away from the kiss as your hand rubbed up against the bulge in Steve’s underwear.

“Hello, Sailor,” you smirked.

Steve blushed and began pulling you towards his bed.

“Ah, ah, ah,” you said, not moving from your position. “We’re gonna do it right here.”

Steve looked at you like a lost puppy. “What? You mean…”

“I mean, we’re gonna have sex right here in front of this mirror so you can see how pretty you look when you’re fucked out,” you explained bluntly.

Steve gulped nervously so you placed your hand on his cheek and whispered, “You’re so beautiful.”

You practically felt Steve’s dick twitch in his boxers at the praise you’d given him.

“Ok, take off your shirt,” you instructed, beginning to take off your own. By the time Steve had pulled the blue sailor shirt over his head you had already removed your shirt and pants.

“You wanna take your underwear off for me?” you asked as Steve gawked at you. He nodded and, not taking his eyes off your body, pulled down his boxers, leaving him fully naked in front of you.

“Now, turn around,” you said, grabbing him by the shoulders and moving him so he faced the mirror.

You could tell he wasn’t looking at himself, his eyes transfixed on the corner of the mirror.

“Steve, look,” you ordered, not moving from behind him. “Look at yourself and tell me why you think no one wants you.”

Steve’s eyes slowly scanned his body in the mirror. He frowned at a bruise on his stomach. He’d sustained it when Billy had beat him up and it never quite healed. You reached around and lightly ran your fingers over it. Steve’s stomach tensed as your delicate touch sent shivers through him.

“I think it makes you look badass,” you whispered in his ear.

A small smile grew across Steve’s lips.

“Anything else?” you asked.

Steve stayed silent, his eyes continuing to examine his body. After a few moments he still hadn’t said anything.

“There is nothing wrong with you, Steve,” you said. “Even you can’t find anything wrong with you.”

Steve looked into the reflection of your eyes in the mirror, a tense look on his face.

“Now, tell me you think you’re pretty,” you said, moving your hand from where it was resting on his stomach down to stroke his dick with one finger.

Steve let out a desperate sigh but didn’t say a word.

Again, you ran your finger along his erect cock, just once, painfully slowly.

“Come on, Steve, I’m not going any further until you tell me you’re pretty.”

Steve gave you a pleading look. It hurt you that he couldn’t even bring himself to say the words.

You brought your lips right up to his ear, your heavy breath blowing his hair.

“Tell me,” you whispered, placing a kiss on his neck.

“I’m pretty.” His mumble was barely audible.

“What was that?” you asked, hovering your hand over his dick in anticipation.

“I’m pretty,” he said, louder than last time but lacking the enthusiasm you were looking for.

“Come on, Steve,” you urged, your hand wrapping around the base of his dick, your other caught in his hair.

“I’m pretty!” Steve practically moaned as he thrust his hips in your hand.

“That’s a good boy,” you praised, beginning to move your hand along his dick.

Steve let out a high pitched whine and exhaled hard. You continued kissing his neck from behind, causing his head to roll back. You pulled away and noticed his eyes were closed.

“Now, now, Steve,” you tutted. “Open your eyes. You need to see how beautiful you look when I fuck you,” you said.

Steve couldn’t help but jut his hips harder into your hand. His eyes were filled with desperation when he opened them again.

“See, you’re gorgeous,” you said, tugging on his hair lightly.

“Mmh” Steve hummed, his dick jerking, precum seeping from the tip.

Then, his mouth fell open, a quiet whimper escaping his lips.

You could tell he was about to finish. But you weren’t giving in that easily. You pulled your hand away from his dick. Steve gave you a pleading look in the mirror. He was about to speak but you interrupted him by kissing him roughly. You removed your underwear with one hand and pulled Steve down onto the floor. You got on top of him, hovering just above his dick, which was throbbing from the loss of contact.

“Please,” Steve begged, gripping your thighs and giving you an aching look.

“No, don’t look at me,” you reminded him, and turned his head to the side so he was once again facing the mirror. “I want you to see the look on your face.”

Steve moaned loudly as you lowered yourself onto his dick, but he didn’t look away. He kept staring at his own reflection.

“Good boy,” you said, beginning to grind slowly up and down. Then you turned his head back around to face you. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” you asked.

Steve nodded his head. “Yes it was,” he said breathily. “You have no idea how badly I wanted to be looking at you instead.”

“Well, as a reward, I’ll allow you to do that for a while.”

Steve let out quiet whimpers in time with your grinding. But he didn’t take his eyes off you. He didn’t close his eyes or roll his head back. His gaze was fixed on your every move. He was in awe of you. And you were going to take advantage of that.

Your hand was still covered in his precum so you began to slowly lick it off, smearing it around your mouth. Steve’s eyes looked as though they’d glazed over.

“You like that?” you asked.

“Yeah,” Steve sighed.

You slowed your movements and leaned down, kissing Steve messily. The precum on your face transferred onto his and the taste of it mixed in your mouths. You pulled away and wiped the remainder of it from your face with your thumb.

Steve stared at you in shock. He couldn’t even articulate words anymore.

When you were sat upright again you picked up your pace, bouncing harder up and down, taking in every inch of his dick.

Steve’s fingers clawed at your thighs, his nails leaving half-moons where they dug into your skin. You noticed his eyes lingering on you covered chest so you asked, “You want me to take it off?”

Steve’s only response was a breathy whine so you took that as a yes. You unclasped your bra and slipped it off. Immediately Steve’s hands shifted from their position on your thighs. He slid them up either side of your abdomen but paused just under your chest. Your tits bounced as you rode him faster. Steve stared at them in a daze before moving his hands up further, squeezing your tits gently.

The noises that were coming from Steve’s mouth were non-stop now. And he was getting louder with every thrust of your hips.

“Ok, that’s enough of me,” you said, turning his head towards the mirror again. Steve whined, annoyedly.

“Please,” he whispered. “You’re so-,”

“Ah, ah,” you interrupted, grinding harder than before as you felt a heat arise in your crotch. “You’re supposed to be saying that sort of stuff to yourself, not me.”

But Steve wasn’t listening to a word you were saying anymore. You couldn’t stop him from rolling his eyes back in pleasure.

“Fuu…” he whined as the heat within you spread. You felt a sensation between your legs as Steve let go.

You rode him until his moans started to recede. His hands fell on his stomach and he tried to catch his breath. His eyes fluttered open and he looked at your reflection first, saying nothing as he took in the image of you on top of him.

And then Steve looked at himself properly for the first time. His mouth, smothered with his own cum. His hair, sticking up in all directions on his sweaty head. His neck, bruised from your kisses.

“Oh my God, I’m a mess,” he breathed.

“No, Steve, you look-,”

“I look hot,” Steve said unexpectedly. He chuckled at the look of shock on your face.

“I’m a hot mess,” he smiled.

You leaned down and kissed him again, overcome with pride that he’d finally said something nice about himself. You could feel the smile on his lips as he kissed you back.

“Now do you see that all the girls that don’t want you are just insane?” you asked, moving a strand of hair out of his eye.

“It doesn’t matter what they think anymore,” Steve replied. “There’s only one girl I want. And I think she wants me too.”

“Yeah, I think she does,” you giggled, kissing him again, happy he could finally see what you saw in him.

That he was a hot mess.

You won’t be paying him much attention, engrossed in your own phone, as this is pretty normal behavior from him after a long day.

After a particularly strong roll of his hips and a frustrated little whine leaving his mouth, you’ll giggle, glancing up at him from your phone. 

“Sei, do you wanna have sex?”

Nagi will bite his lip softly, before shaking his head almost imperceptibly, eyes not leaving his game. “Nnh...Sounds like a lot of work. M’too tired today…”

You laugh again, resting your hand atop his head and scratching lightly at his scalp through his soft, white hair, making his eyes flutter a bit.

“Okay, hun. Just askin’ ‘cause you’ve been rubbing your dick against me for a half hour now.” 

Nagi whines, pressing against you a little harder. 

“Y-Yeah, cause m’hard…”

“I can feel that,” you tease him. “Do you wanna do anything about it?”

Nagi will whine again, as if exasperated by his own body’s needs and their insistence upon tearing him away from the blissful act of bedrotting with you. He looks up at you with his big, grey eyes, and that sleepy little pout on his face that renders you unable to say no to him.

“Can you do it?” he blinks at you hopefully, then adds a soft “please?” 

Of course you give in. How are you supposed to resist him? 

Nagi will whine again when you ask him to lift his hips for you, huffing as he reluctantly does so. “Oh, I know, such an inconvenience,” you tease him as you pull his shorts down his hips, freeing his hard cock, which smacks against his tummy. “Did I bother my sleepy little princess by asking him to move a muscle? My poor baby,” you pout at him sarcastically, and you maybe would’ve missed the way he bites into his bottom lip and whimpers softly at your words, if it weren’t for his cock noticeably jumping at the same time. 

“Does that turn you on?” You raise an eyebrow at him as you wrap a hand around his aching cock, and Nagi lets out a long breath, jaw falling open in a moan as his phone falls from his hands. “You like when I baby you? When I tease you for being my spoiled little princess? Huh?”

Nagi nods, throwing himself over you like a koala, his right leg wrapped over your tummy, his hips pressing against yours in a way that effectively renders your hand unable to move. You chuckle again at his antics, struggling to pull your hand out from between you, making him whine as he rolls his hips into you. It's times like this when you're reminded that your boyfriend is 6'3", well-built, and not easy to manhandle, despite his behavior.

“Shiro, baby, y'can't just slump on me like this. I can’t even move my hand."

At least you expected the dramatic whine he lets out this time. You can read his mind – so much work – as he lifts his hips a bit and tilts them to the right, leaving his aching cock poking out between both of your tummies. 

So cute, you think, as you wrap your hand back around it. “Theeere you go,” you murmur to him, watching as his eyes roll back. Nagi moans, softly rocking himself into your hand as he cozies up to you, nuzzling his head into your neck. 

“Jus’ wanted to cuddle while we do it,” he whispers against your ear, and your heart clenches at how adorable he is. 

“I know, baby. Does it feel good?” 

He nods into your neck, his voice coming out soft and shaky when he answers. "Uh-huh. K-keep going."

You let him stay right there, cuddled into your side, eyes closed, soft noises of pleasure spilling from his lips as you stroke him. It’s moments like these when you can appreciate how much Nagi trusts you – he knows he doesn’t need to be the same monster that he is on the field when he’s alone with you. He lets himself be soft, pliant, even lazy, because he knows you’ll take care of him.

Nagi doesn’t warn you when he’s close, but you know the signs; the way his leg tightens around you, and his breathing picks up, each huff against your skin punctuated by a soft, whimpery noise. You press your thumb right below his tip, rubbing in a firm circle. 

“You close, Sei?”

“Uh-huh,” he mutters, fingers coming to grasp at the material of your sweater, “gonna cum.”

You kiss the top of his head gently. “Go ahead, love.”

Nagi’s body tenses against yours, and with a couple more strokes, he lets go with a shudder, spilling all over your fist and both of your tummies, gasping into your neck at the pleasure that courses through him as your hand mostly stills, just squeezing him in gentle pulses to get him through it. 

Nagi slumps against you when he’s finished, panting heavily as your clean hand rubs up and down his back in soothing motions. 

“There ya go. S’that better, Sei?” You whisper to him, and he nods, whimpering softly, and plants a kiss on your neck. “Poor thing, you were hard for so long. Jus’ waiting for me to do something, huh? My big baby.”  

“Love you~” he slurs, nuzzling into you harder. 

“I love you, too.” 

For a couple minutes, you’re able to ignore the warm, sticky sensation of Nagi’s cum decorating your stomach in favor of stroking his fluffy hair and letting him bask in the afterglow, finally able to fully relax after his long day.

Only for so long, though.

“Okay, Sei, time to get cleaned up. I’ll cuddle you after we take a shower, ok?”

Silence. 

“Seishiro?” 

Then you hear it – a soft snore coming from your boyfriend’s figure, slumped deadweight on top of you. You lift your hand to your face with a sigh and spread your fingers, watching his thick cum web between them as you debate with yourself whether you’d rather put up with another hour of being sticky and wet, or the whiny fit Nagi is bound to throw if you wake him up and drag him to the bathroom. 

So much work.

  -ˋˏ᯽ a/n: had to get this out of my head! i love nagiii i love sleepy boys who can't do anything for themselves and just wanna get taken care of <3 ....so much more bllk stuff in the works btw like 10+ ness drabbles in drafts...also ppl who've requested stuff tysm i love u & i'll get to it soon!!

©decayofalice

You’d recently joined your university’s severely underfunded manga club under the guise of picking up a new hobby. And whilst it was partially to pick up a new hobby, there was another underlying reason you probably wouldn’t tell anyone else about; You were grieving.

‘Rotten Peonies.’

The greatest piece of erotic femdom manhwa to ever grace the digital shelves, in your personal opinion. It was your favourite manhwa of all time and it was everything you could possibly ever want in a piece of media, as if it were a rare fruit hand picked specially just for you, that it was pretty uncanny how much it suited just to your own taste buds.

You waited eagerly every week to read the latest chapter and it was what kept you going when uni life and just every other aspect of life got too hectic, too stressful, too…much. It was your escape and you were so attached to all the characters by now, but mostly the male lead, Choi Taekbae. From his pretty character design with the shaggy wolfcut, brown doe eyes and rosy cheeks, to his funny, playful, golden retriever-esque personality, and the way he orbited around the female lead like a lovesick puppy, he was completely your type to the T. And the way he acted around and treated the female lead, submitting to them, letting them do whatever they wanted to him, never ceased to make you giggle and sigh out at your screen.

Taekbae was completely unlike how real men were and the manhwa was made totally catered towards the eyes of women: gorgeous art style and fashion, well thought out characters, real chemistry, and just the good amount of filthy. It understood what women actually wanted to see. Unlike all that other grotesque, borderline pedophilic slop men wrote. With the highly unrealistic female characters reduced to boobs ridiculously the size of hot air balloons, yet they always had a stick thin figure somehow, body proportions way off to be real. And of course, they always had to make them act child-like too, always in need of saving by their way too muscular toxic, alpha man. That’s why you liked ‘Rotten Peonies’ and taekbae so much, it was refreshing.

Real men will always end up disappointing you one day. You lived by that, you’d seen it happen many a times, had it happen to yourself a few times too. They’ll let you down, they’re all the same, some just take longer to show their true colours. It’s only a matter of when it will happen, not if.

You did not know who the writer was, appearing under a pen name ‘CBG’, but you’re so certain it’s a woman because there was no way in hell a man would ever have the capabilities to write such a masterpiece. A very cool, very feminist, very cultured, intellectual woman with impeccable taste. You admired her art and looked up to her so much.

But it wasn’t just how deliciously drawn the panels of Choi Taekbae were when he was getting fucked with pretty, teary eyes—which you meticulously saved to your camera roll—that you were drawn to by now, the plot was captivating and you were also incredibly emotionally invested and attached to the storyline as well. Surprisingly, the story was quite sweet and butterflies-in-your-stomach inducing, making you also read it for the cute, romantic moments between the main characters, while cursing the universe for not handing you your own Taekbae.

Which is why your stomach had completely dropped, utterly devastated after you had eagerly anticipated the latest chapter like you usually do, giggling into your pillow and kicking your feet at taekbae until the very end, then biting your nails at the very tense cliffhanger. It’s alright, you just have to wait one week, you’d told yourself. You’d absentmindedly scrolled down to read the author’s note, and thats when you saw the two words that shattered your entire world:

On hiatus !

‘Sorry I’m just not having much inspiration at the moment to continue anymore!’

No, no, no. This can’t be. What were you supposed to look forward to anymore?! Some series’ remain on hiatus for so long and never end up coming back. What if CBG never writes for it ever again? What if you never find out what happens next, what became of Taekbae and the female lead? What were you supposed to do without seeing new panels of taekbae anymore? Were you supposed to just keep on living? Without closure?

So, maybe you are being a little bit too dramatic, but it doesn’t matter, your beloved manhwa!

You were beyond distraught, completely devastated, which led you to joining your uni’s manga club in the mean time to cope. At least it would have you looking forward to something else every week. You also just wanted to learn about the actual process of making comics, since you always found it intriguing how your favourite author could even possibly make such art, could evoke so much emotions from you with a single panel. And who knows, maybe you could even create your own little stories and characters, your own world to escape to sometimes.

Being at the manga club had made you completely empathetic towards your favourite author. You could perfectly understand why they might have went on a hiatus now, it was hard work and there was a lot that actually went into it. And, despite there being not many members, it was very insightful. You were starting to enjoy it a lot, picking up a new hobby instead was actually really fun. Or, it would have been.

“So do we get free snacks, or was that false advertising or something?”

Choi Beomgyu.

“They’re not technically free.” Kai, your club president, had explained politely, still giving him a friendly smile. “Everyone takes turns each week to bring in snacks or bake them for all the members to eat.”

“Cool.” He’d leaned in, ripping open a packet of crisps with ill manners, not bothering to listen for the rest of the meeting.

That was your first impression of him, and you can’t say you’ve seen him in a better light, in fact, it only consolidated your thoughts about him. He’d joined around the same time as you and he was pretty insufferable. He was lazy, never took the lessons seriously like how you did, irritatingly, inexplicably handsome—not that it matters—and he made the most annoying, eye rolling commentary and jokes ever during the sessions.

While the rest of you actually tried to analyse storyboarding techniques, effects, and how to create and draw backgrounds, beomgyu spent most of the club meetings sprawled across the folded chairs, legs spread wide and munching on snacks obnoxiously loud, saying stupid things for attention like, “Do you reckon Shonen writers have a kink for dead parents or…? Like, why do they always have to add that?” You’d watched, eye twitching as his crumbs scattered over the stack of carefully arranged Shonen volumes on the table. Why he was here, at your nerdy little club, you didn’t know.

Actually, you were absolutely sure he was only here for the free snacks, which it wasn’t like that was just a mere speculation anyway, the dead giveaway being that he’d eat and shamelessly pocket away half the snacks on the table.

He was exactly the type of man you hated in this world, that made you pray, hopefully, somewhere out there in this world, there could be a choi taekbae.

Kai cheerfully clapped his hands today, earning everyone’s attention. “Alright, everyone! We’re going to pair up and try to create a short one-shot manga based on the shoujo genre. Doesn’t need to be perfect, it’s just for fun and to show to everyone else next week!”

You sat straighter in your chair, excited at the sound of the project. It was totally up your alley, maybe you’d even make something inspired by Rotten Peonies, something worthy of CBG herself.

But, with you and beomgyu being the newbies, of course, everyone had made their own tight knit group of friends by now, already pairing up with their best mates, which unfortunately left just you and choi beomgyu on your own. You look around the room desperately crazed, frantically hoping there was someone else left on their own, but to no avail, there was no one else you could work with.

And so, you were forced to partner up with him. This was going to be utter hell.

“Guess we’re partners.” Beomgyu smirks, folding his arms and leaning back in his chair. “Don’t worry. I’m a creative genius. You’re in good hands.”

You scoff incredulously at him. “Yeah, right.”

That’s how you ended up at beomgyu’s dorm, sitting cross legged on his bed, a notebook between you as you both tried to brainstorm ideas together.

“Do you even know what you’re doing?” You ask, narrowing your eyes as beomgyu tapped his pen on the paper repeatedly with creased brows in exaggerated concentration.

“Yes,” Beomgyu says confidently. “Actually, I’m pretty experienced.” He looks up at you with infuriatingly self assured eyes, twirling the pen around his fingers, doing, admittedly, pretty impressive pen tricks. “It’s my passion.”

You don’t believe that, leaning back and crossing your arms at him. “Well, do you even know what shoujo is?”

“Yeah, Shoujo is catered towards girls-” He says, looking pleased with himself but then breaks off, frowning as if struck by a revelation, tossing the pen onto the bed and suddenly getting up. “Wait a sec.” Before you could ask what he’s doing, he hops off the mattress and disappears for a bit into the kitchen without another word. A few minutes later, he returns triumphantly with a pack of gummy sweets, chewing on them.

You raise a brow at him.

“What? I love gummies.” Beomgyu tilts his head, muffled with his mouth disgustingly full with them, cheeks all round and puffed.

“At this age?”

He shakes his head at you, tutting. “Wowww. You’re ageist. I’m going to twitter and I’m gonna cancel you.”

“They’re way too sweet for anyone who’s not nine.” You roll your eyes and retort.

He makes a deeply offended look your way and plops himself back down onto the bed, stuffing four more of the sweets into his mouth all at once, not even bothering to ask you if you’d like them too, or asking if you’d like to eat or drink anything for that matter. Some host he is.

“Right. Ideas?” You sigh, waiting for him to diligently chew the sweets he’d gobbled up at once before he can speak again, his mouth still full and frankly, looking like he was struggling.

Finally, beomgyu swallows with a cartoonish gulp and then brightens up instantly. “We should make a parody of shoujo tropes. It’s usually romance, set in high school, there’s holding umbrellas out for the heroine, someone gets sick and the other nurses them back, school trip to the beach, someone confessing during firework festivals, an annoying ex comes back from the dead, they’re locked in a storage room, there’s only one bed, blah, blah, you know all that stuff.”

He’s strangely pretty informed on this. You nod in approval, a parody could be a good idea. You’re a pretty competitive person, and whilst it’s not even being judged, you still have this need to be the best out of everyone else and to impress your club president. “Uh huh. Okay. We need character ideas.”

“Well, there has to be a hot guy. Girls love that.” Beomgyu draws a large, lopsided stick figure on the paper, labelling it ‘HOT GUY.’ He grins stupidly and shoves the notebook proudly towards you. “This is our male lead. This is Hot Guy.”

You stare at it, unimpressed. “I don’t think we can hand that in. I’m gonna be honest.”

Beomgyu rolls his eyes, “Obviously not. We just need to figure out who he is first.”

“A cliche bad boy?” You suggest.

Beomgyu dramatically scribbles ‘BAD BOY’ drawing out an arrow from the stick man.

You pinch your nose bridge. You don’t think you’ll get a lot done today. “Let’s give him a name then.”

“Timmy.”

“WE’RE NOT CALLING HOT GUY THAT.”

“What? Timmy is iconic. I’d swoon over him.” Beomgyu theatrically places a hand over his chest in mock sincerity.

Shaking your head, you grab the notebook and pen out of his grasp, ignoring the accidental brush of his warm, soft fingers against yours- Clearing your throat, you cross out Timmy and write Seojun instead.

“I still think it’s a good name. Timmy…” Beomgyu mutters mournfully.

You ignore him. “Okay we need to give Hot Guy Seojun a personality.”

Beomgyu pouts but perks back up and contemplates, tapping his chin and looking up to the ceiling in deep thought. “Maybe…everyone thinks he’s this bad boy but he’s actually not at all, what if he’s actually a scaredy cat? Shy? If it’s a parody, what if we reverse the stereotypical gender roles? Make the female protagonist the bolder one?

“Ooh. That’s kinda good.” You nod, eyes lighting up, slightly impressed that he could even form any ideas. “Write that down.”

The both of you get excited now, beomgyu clearly very happy that you liked his suggestion, smiling back at you with little crescent moon eyes. You draw out arrows, bouncing ideas back and forth, adding traits to your male protagonist, what he likes and dislikes, what he could look like, what he could wear. Once you were done, it was time to properly sketch Hot Guy Seojun out.

“I’ll do it,” Beomgyu volunteers, snatching the pen before you could argue. You watch him fully skeptical, ready to mock whatever doodle he comes up with, expecting another one of his lopsided stick figures. But once he’s done and pushes the notebook pridefully your way to see, you’re taken by complete surprise.

Because it was good, like, really good.

A very handsome man with messy hair, fox like eyes and a sharp jawline stares up at you from the page, a drawing exactly like how you’d expect a male lead in a comic to look like. His art style was surprisingly so pretty, it almost reminded you of CBG’s, but it’s probably a common style. Clean, expressive, precise. His line work and perfect inking had this polished look to it that you’d only ever seen in actual professional manhwas and mangas.

“…You can draw?!” You blurt out, astounded.

Beomgyu tilts his head innocently, feigning offence. “Of course I can. I said I was experienced. This is my passion.”

“Why did you join the manga club?” You query, still in awe at his drawing skills.

Beomgyu shrugs, spinning the pen in his hand. “I like making comics in my spare time but I’ve been struggling with it lately. Thought if I joined I could learn more and get my motivation back maybe. What about you?” Beomgyu asks curiously, “Why’d you join?”

“My favourite manhwa series went on hiatus.” You confess. “I didn’t have anything else fun to do anymore so I joined the club because I wanted to learn about the process and maybe make my own.” But you couldn’t refrain yourself, once you started talking about it, you couldn’t stop, couldn’t help but go on a long, impassioned rant. “—She left us on such a big cliffhanger! And the main guy, Taekbae, oh my god, he’s my favourite character ever, he’s literally perfect and so cute and funny and my type and-”

Suddenly beomgyu pauses mid pen spin, eyes slowly going wide. You were too busy, gesticulating animatedly to notice though. “You’re a big fan, huh?” Beomgyu asks carefully, slowly.

“I’m her biggest fan,” you declare. “I was so heartbroken when I saw the hiatus note.”

“Huh.” A grin slowly spreads across his face, “Yeah… i’ll get to it eventually.”

You blink at him. “Huh?” What was this dude even going on about?

He leans forward, looking insufferably smug. “You’re talking about Rotten Peonies. I’m CBG.”

You stare at him. He stares back. Then you snort, incredulous. “Yeah, right.”

“I’m serious!” Beomgyu says, still grinning. “CBG. Choi. Beom. Gyu. That’s me. I drew it, idiot.”

“No. No, you didn’t.” This was a very weird joke of his. But then again, you’ve never quite understood his type of humour. Although, you don’t know how he knew you were talking about Rotten Peonies, though saying taekbae’s name might have given it away. Still, why would he even know that?

“Yes I did.”

“You didn’t.”

“Did.”

“No.”

“I literally did!”

“Prove it!”

Exasperatedly, beomgyu flips to a blank sheet and in a minute, sketches out an exact perfect replica of a Rotten Peonies panel of taekbae and the heroine. “Believe me now?”

You gape. “Okay…that’s…scarily accurate. But this still doesn’t actually prove anything. You just copied it out.”

Beomgyu sighs, getting up to rifle through a folder on his desk. Out came piles of drafts, storyboards, covers. He even pulls up his publishing account on his laptop, in which you can clearly see he was the author.

Your jaw hit the floor. “Holy shit—” You just blink at him, utterly dumbfounded, brain short circuiting.

He was CBG.

How was that possible?

CBG was a girl! Okay, it was never actually stated, but how can a man write so much emotional depth, actual good erotica? And most of all, Choi Beomgyu, the guy who manspreads and leaves crumbs all on the shonen mangas, who makes the dumbest commentary?!

Then, you grab his shirt in both fists, eyes wild, shaking him hysterically, “YOU MUST WRITE THE NEXT PART! I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS AFTER THEIR ARGUMENT ABOUT BEING MORE THAN FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS AND THE WHOLE SHIT WITH BAEKHYUNG!”

“Wha-hey! Okay, okay.” Beomgyu flails and yelps, slightly freaked out by you. “You’re…very intense.”

“I’ve been going insane.” You snap, still clutching onto his shirt, just accepting the maddening information you found out, there were more pressing matters here, your beloved manhwa was on the line.

Beomgyu sheepishly sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “Honestly, I’ve been struggling with the sex scenes. They feel… I dunno. Unrealistic? Like I’m not doing it right.”

You knit your brows, you’ve never thought that. Everything was perfect. “Why do you think that?”

“Because I don’t…” Beomgyu hesitates, cheeks blooming pink. “I…I don’t…”

“Don’t what?” You press him.

Beomgyu sighs again. “I don’t actually know what it’s like..” he winces, ears also going a very vivid, bright shade of red.

Your eyes go wide. “No way. You mean, you’re a virgin?”

“Shut up.” Beomgyu mumbles, completely embarrassed and averting your gaze.

You laugh so hard your sides hurt. “You’ve been drawing porn this whole time, and you’ve never even had sex?”

Beomgyu groans, burying his face in his hands which only makes you giggle even more at him. It’s quite cute.

And that’s when it hits you.

The wolfcut. The shy, embarrassed flush. The way his puppy eyes dart away like he’d die of shame. You gasp. “OH MY GOD. Taekbae’s literally just a self-insert because you can’t get laid! You mean I’ve been thirsting over your self-insert this whole time?!

Beomgyu’s head shoots up, furrowing his brows in denial. “What-NO! Self insert?? No, he’s nothing like me.”

“You literally gave him your hair!”

“That’s a coincidence!”

You arch a brow, unimpressed, giving him a stern, deadpan look as if to say ‘come on, it’s so obvious.’

He deflates under your gaze. “Well, okay, maybe a little-”

You cross your arms and huff, but you’re heavily amused right now, narrowing your eyes as you stare at him cryptically, slowly grinning. You just thought of an absolutely brilliant idea. “So…what you’re saying is that you’d write again, get inspiration, if…someone actually fucked you?”

Beomgyu opens his mouth then closes it, utterly speechless.

“Fine. I’ll do it.” You shrug.

“You’ll—what?!”

“I’ll pop your cherry. You better write that next part.”

You could tell he was nervous, practically hyperventilating, chewing on his bottom lip raw.

“Relax, beomgyu.”

“I am!”

“No…you’re not. I know I’m hot and all, but breathe.”

You sat behind him, your chest pressed against his back, your legs spread as he sat in between them, your breath tickling the side of his neck and making goosebumps arise on his skin and his whole body, visibly shuddering. Beomgyu squeezes his eyes tightly shut.

You sigh, placing your hand onto his thigh thinking it’d calm him but it only makes him jolt violently. You try again, voice softer, rubbing slow circles on his skin. “If it’s too much you’ll tell me, okay?”

Beomgyu’s throat bobs, his sharp adam’s apple moving up and down as he nods, a little more relaxed, but still only a little. “Mmh.”

You bring your hand to hold his bare cock, thumb pressed on his slit, very lightly, only slightly, swirling your thumb around on his fat, pink, leaky tip. The effect is immediate, beomgyu sucks in a shaky breath, gazing down at what you’re doing to him, so flustered at the sight. You try to calm him down some more, trying to loosen him up as he sat so stiffly, so on edge, only keeping those light, slow ministrations for him to be able to get used to it. Your other hand combs gently through his soft hair, massaging his scalp as he leans into your touch.

“M-more…” beomgyu speaks up after a while, faint but needy, feeling a lot more comfortable now.

You stilled. “You sure?”

He nods so quickly you almost laugh, and so you slowly start sliding your hand up and down, smearing the slickness on his length. Beomgyu’s thighs tremble, a little closed whimper escaping from his mouth. Your free hand grabs onto his thigh again, digging your nails into the pretty plushness, partly to stop them from shaking, but also because you heavily enjoyed his reactions when you touched his thigh.

“Jesus, are your thighs that sensitive?”

Beomgyu attempts to shake his head, but you can see the way his eyes already glaze over just from your slow movements on his dick and your hand gripping his thigh, “N-no-!” You rake your sharp nails down them, dragging and leaving a little trail of faint, reddened lines onto the skin that was once unblemished. A squeaky, startled noise leaves beomgyu’s mouth at that, bucking into your hand, hips jerking. You want to leave his thighs filled with all sorts of marks and scratches and bites and kisses, they’d look prettier like that.

You hold onto his thigh harder, squeezing the flesh, bringing your pace on his dick a little faster and your hand wrapping a little tighter around his girth. Beomgyu clasps a hand to his mouth, eyes squeezed shut in overwhelming pleasure and trying to quiet down the loud moan he just let out.

“Why are you slapping your hand to your mouth? We’re at your dorm?”

“O-oh right…” Beomgyu removes his hand from his mouth, placing his hand down and balling it into a tiny little fist on his lap instead, still trying to fruitlessly suppress all the noises he’s making, incredibly shy and bashful and you can’t help but giggle at him. The next noise that spills out of him is a strangled whimper, caught halfway between embarrassment and overwhelming pleasure.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed. It’s just you and me here. No one else can hear.” You coo at him, bringing your hand to play with the soft locks of his hair once more, “I want to hear your pretty moans. Don’t hide them.” You ghost your lips over his neck, gently placing kisses on the delicate column of his neck, but of course, his neck is sensitive too.

You lick a slow stripe up the side of his dainty neck, watching the way he shivers as you chuckle, now sucking hickeys onto it, seeing how they slowly appear on his skin like ink blotches seeping into paper, violet and maroon and magenta, an assortment of colours on his porcelain complexion.

His fairy-like ears are so cute too, so red, and small, you catch his ear lobe in between your teeth, pulling and tugging and then licking a stripe along them too as beomgyu’s squirms and whimpers at the feeling, sucking nastily on his ear, watching him writhe.

You pick up the pace of stroking his cock, pumping him up and down, thumbing at the slit, twisting your fist at the base, and it’s all too much for him, breath faltering with every stroke. He throws his head back, resting it on your neck, succumbing into you and slumping onto your own body, you’re basically holding onto him, definitely not stiff anymore. His deep chesty, restrained moans, becoming breathier and whinier as times goes on, losing himself completely, “H-hahhh…” beomgyu pants as you whisper a mix of filthy words and praises into his ear.

Another grab at his thigh and digging your sharp nails deeper into them, and you feel the spurts of his cum reach your hand with a ragged cry. He orgasms fast, but that’s what you expected anyway, he’s a virgin after all. Beomgyu turns his head, hiding his face and panting into your neck, “Woah…t-that was…”

You scoop up his pretty cum onto your index and middle finger, bringing it to his face, “Open your mouth, puppy.”

Beomgyu widens his eyes, but the pet name clearly fries his brain, because he accepts, opening his mouth for you obediently. Of course being called puppy gets to him, it’s obvious, if not for the light pet play that appeared pretty often in the manhwa he wrote. Beomgyu’s tongue peeks out, letting you stuff your fingers into his mouth, he looks at you as he wraps his lips around them, sucking and licking his own cum clean off your fingers, doing it so well, moaning around your fingers, his eagerness and the way his eyes were fixed on you filthy and obscene but so sexy.

The sight was too familiar. You’ve seen this in Rotten Peonies with taekbae, his puppy eyes looking up at the female lead as he diligently sucks on her fingers, swallowing his own cum, you’ve saved it to your camera roll, added it to your hidden file. This was so strange. You can’t say you didn’t like it though. Especially now that you’re seeing the resemblance with takebae and beomgyu, god this freak was really just writing his own fantasies.

“You’ve been dreaming of this haven’t you, virgin?” You tease but beomgyu just nods, unable to say anything. “Pathetic.” You spit out, as if the sight of him wasn’t making your pussy flutter and making you so incredibly soaked through your pants, as if this wasn’t everything you’ve pretty much wanted in real life.

You pull your fingers out of his mouth slowly, watching the connecting string of saliva from his mouth and your fingers stretch. Then you grab his shoulders, pushing him down onto the bed and you crawl on top of him, straddling him. He immediately tenses again, getting nervous all over.

You take your bottoms off, leaving you in your underwear and you seat yourself on his bare cock, sliding your clothed pussy on his sensitive dick. Beomgyu nearly chokes, breath catching in his throat.

You roll your hips lazily, moving and grinding against him over and over, your own lips parted as the friction bumps with your clit, your panties drenched by now and leaking onto his own wet dick. Beomgyu’s head falls back into the pillow, throwing his forearm over his face, other hand curling into the sheets tightly, clearly not being able to take it.

“Beomgyu,” you murmur, grinning at his fucked out expression. “Take my shirt off.”

Beomgyu freezes like a cute little deer in headlights. Slowly, awkwardly, he tugs at the hem until you help him yank it over your head. He freezes again when faced with your bra, staring dumbly, seemingly bewildered.

“And my bra.” You deadpan.

He reaches up, attempting to, nervously fiddling with the fabric.

“Are you serious right now?”

“I’m trying!” Beomgyu protests and whines. And after far too long, the clasp finally comes undone. At the sight of your tits, beomgyu’s mouth falls open, flustered beyond belief and eyes completely glued to them in awe, like he’d never seen boobs in his life-which, you guess he hadn’t.

“You’re so hot. So pretty…” He doesn’t even move, still staring and gawking at your breasts in disbelief.

Rolling your eyes, you grab his hand and press it firmly to one of your breasts to which he lets out a gasp. “You’re allowed to touch, you know.”

“O-okay…”

Beomgyu cups one of your tits in his hand, still in awe, squeezing inexperienced, too timid, too unsure, just little presses and squeezes, bringing his thumb to slowly brush over, feeling your nipple, and gaping. “It’s so soft…and squishy.”

You laugh, almost, fondly at him. He writes and draws all this filthy shit, and yet he acts like this. “You’ve drawn countless panels of porn, how are you so clueless?”

Beomgyu furrows his brows, his face on fire. “Drawing and doing are two very different things you know!!”

You giggle once more at his expression, voice dripping with mockery. “Come on, even taekbae knows this much.”

He just hides his face in his hands, those small, little breathy moans and gasps still escaping him as you continue to hump his dick, grinding down on him, sliding your clothed pussy along him.

“Aw, my dumb little virgin. You want me to fuck you? Do you wanna know what it feels like to be inside me, hm?” you purr, leaning down just enough so your breath ghosts against his ear.

Beomgyu just nods along to your words stupidly like a bobblehead, moving his hips mindlessly with yours, speechless and unable to speak up, eyes half lidded and his thick long lashes fluttering.

You grab his chin in your hand, grinding down harder on him for emphasis. “Use your words, dumb puppy.”

“Please,” he blurts out immediately, voice cracking so high, “please, wan’ you to fuck me…Want you to take me.”

“You wouldn’t be cumming inside me within seconds like a little virgin, would you?”

“No, nonono.” Beomgyu shakes his head wildly, “Promise I won’t. Want to be inside, please. Please?”

The desperation of his voice goes straight to your core so you lift yourself off him to rid yourself of your drenched underwear, discarding it carelessly. His big eyes follow every single one of your movements like a starved, waiting dog, gaze snapping back up to you when your hand wraps around his cock. You grab his dick, using the head to rub your clit, drawing little stuttered gasps from his lips, sliding him over your slicked entrance and folds, the feeling of your pussy actually on his dick, too much for him already, his hips twitching helplessly beneath you. Beomgyu mewls, head thrashing against his pillow. “O-oh—fuck—please—”

“Are you really sure, beomgyu?” You ask him again, gently, sincerely, scanning all over his face for any uncertainty.

“Yeah, yes-want it so bad.” Beomgyu pants needily, hips jerking up desperately just at the thought.

You inspect his face once more for any hesitation and then take a hold of his dick, hovering, just about to sink down on his fat tip, the head of his cock pressing right against your entrance, and suddenly, he panics.

“Fuck, fuck, shit, okay. I’m kinda scared.” Beomgyu comically breathes in and out, his heart racing, bracing himself.

But you find it quite endearing and entertaining, laughing softly at his expression. “Scared of what?”

“I don’t know!”

“Do you want to be inside me or not?”

“Fuck, I do.” Beomgyu whines, seemingly in a dilemma.

You lean down, staring at him assuring and serious, cupping his face, pressing his hot cheek to your palm and you feel him melt and relax instantly at your touch. “It’s okay gyu, I won’t do anything you don’t want me to. You have to tell me though.”

Beomgyu nods, looking into your eyes too. “Y-you can do it. I want you to.” he says finally, voice trembling but certain.

So, you ever so slowly, sink down all the way onto his dick, inch by inch until he’s buried inside to the hilt. It knocks the wind completely out of beomgyu, gasping for air, throwing his head back so theatrically, moaning out so long and loud, it doesn’t sound like it could be real, straight pornographic, his entire body arched. “Ohh. oh my g-Oh my god…”

“Is this okay?”

“Y-yeah…ffuck…”

Beomgyu reaches his hand out like a man drowning, grasping and taking a hold of one of your hands in his, and interlocking them as if grounding him, holding onto it so tightly as he tries to catch his breath, panting deeply. You don’t move, waiting for him to get used to the feeling of being inside your pussy first.

“Shit, ‘m okay. You can keep going.”

You swivel your hips around him, then leisurely, for his sake, start riding him. Beomgyu reacts to everything, every roll of your hips, every shift of angle, sending him spiralling further, literally so sensitive it’s unreal, every sensation so new to him, his appearance and the noises he makes are priceless, cute, deep, yet whiny little cries slipping past his lips.

As time goes on, and you quicken your pace, bouncing on his sticky dick, still holding his hand, beomgyu is long gone, not knowing how to endure being fucked. The most dumbest, debauched, dreamy expression taking over his entire face, genuinely drooling, dribbling down from the corner of his mouth and onto his chin. Apparently, you’d fucked him so dumb already.

“Puppy, does it feel good?” You taunt, even though his expression was already answer enough.

It takes beomgyu a while for him to even register you’d asked him a question, and an even longer while to actually formulate an actual thought and an answer to it.

Beomgyu’s eyelids droop heavily with pleasure, sweat beading his brow, slurring his words and his lisp fully coming out, “ughh is sso goood, ugh-ah, pussy sso perfect. It’s ssso…” he was meant to say more, but he doesn’t bother continuing, cutting himself off, his eyes flickering down, getting hypnotised, watching as your boobs jiggle with every bounce right in front of his face, wonderstruck by this. What a perv.

He looks just like how taekbae looks when he’s getting fucked right now, so delirious, he sounds so wrecked, definitely looks like it too. His messy, sweat ridden bangs of his brown wolfcut falling into his eyes. All you can see now are his glossy, glistening, plump, round lips parted and stustained in the perfect shape of an ‘o’.

This entire predicament is still so crazy to you, you’re basically fucking your favourite character in a way. You can’t believe he’s still CBG who you looked up to. The annoying idiot from your manga club who scoffs all the snacks. You also can’t believe you’re seeing Choi beomgyu like this, and you never thought he’d be a virgin.

“Will you kiss me?” That cuts your thoughts off.

“Huh?”

“Please. Kiss me?” Beomgyu looks up at you with devastatingly vulnerable, sparkly, round, big, eyes, his voice small. He looks like he’d cry if you say no to him, pleading at you, needing the intimacy.

You can’t say no to that, leaning down, you capture your lips with his, kissing him softly but messily, tongues tangling together. Beomgyu whimpers sweetly into your mouth, closing his eyes and so into kissing you, his hand that has been interlaced with yours this entire time, refusing to let go, squeezing even tighter as you ruthlessly ride him. Wet, filthy sounds of you fucking him take over the room, as well as a plethora of beomgyu’s pretty, euphonious moans he emits into your mouth that you gobble up, increasing in volume and reaching an octave higher, music to your ears.

You bite at his bottom lip, dragging your teeth and he pulls away for air, “y/n…I’m soo closee...” Incoherent words of begging and your name, falling past his lips, face contorted with overwhelming bliss and ecstasy. You clench around his cock so tightly on purpose, earning a mangled, raw scream from him and he cums immediately after, cumming so hard from being fucked for the first time and shooting a substantial amount of his load inside that it overflows, and when you pull yourself off, it all stickily oozes back onto and around his dick, his breath coming out in ragged sobs and gasps of disbelieved pleasure. “Fuckfuckfuck—” Beomgyu cries out, astonished and just totally overwhelmed with everything right now.

He doesn’t last long again, you not even being able to have your own orgasm, but you can’t even be annoyed at him. He’s so cute. His gorgeous reactions to everything and the way he was so sensitive was so much more worth it and rewarding than any orgasm, and even better than reading any of the manhwa panels, the images of beomgyu fully engrained in your head, it’s fine, you can get off to it later.

You let him ride it out, cooing soft praises for his first time, calling him a good boy and saying that he did so well as he clings to you. You pull him in for another kiss, thinking he’d appreciate it but he can barely kiss you back, his body literally limp and boneless. He still doesn’t let go of your hand, bringing his other hand up so he can hold your other one too, quietly whimpering into your mouth.

“Well,” you murmur when you pull back, still perched on top of his convulsing frame. “Was that inspiration enough?”

“Uh huh…” Beomgyu pants raggedly, a far away look in his eyes, barely conscious.

So, perhaps there are real men like taekbae out there. Well, only one.

Please actually reblog !!!!!! and leave comments !!!! guys if you like the fic. It’s really appreciated and so nice tysm !<3🙏💕🌷🌷! It’s incredibly discouraging and disappointing when fics have such little reblogs. At least send an anon in the inbox if you don’t want to rb, don’t just like. Feedback is always appreciated it makes writers want to actually write more :)

A/n: yipeee. I hope you guys like this 😭 idk if it turned out the way people were expecting but ! I think this would be a good series where they fuck so beomgyu gets inspiration and ideas for his manhwa 😭 but I’m not gonna write it loll.

↳ [ // AUTHOR’S NOTE. ] OPLA 2 has me heated & inspired with luffy in all kinds of subby situations (cuffed & hypnotized & mouth taped & what else, hello?!) and zoro tied or waxed up at every opportunity 😩 they are setting the tone right there! so let’s clock what kind of subs these delicious OP men are, shall we 🗣️ from the goodest boys to the superfreaks. buggy turned out so hot with his kinky high heels and sexy circus makeup i can’t (i’ve joined the clown fetish club?? 😭✊🏼). law also has a crazy painslut segment while ace & koby are the softest for good measure 🥰 now heels aside, pick your fave(s) & enjoy!

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ace ] a snuggly soft sub. Courtesy of his devil fruit, which really would have to be called “angel fruit” in his case instead, Ace is the most tactile submissive there is. Even stroking his back in passing makes his brain melt. His hair, legs, shoulders, lips, cheeks: Letting your hand ghost over his cute freckled skin will leave your slightly exhibitionistic lover giddy with goosebumps. And in love. And so yearning. Your hand in his hair is everything to him. It’s not a case of “guy makes every cuddle a sex thing”, though. Ace likes cuddling for cuddles’ sake, because the emotions are a huge relief. The making out and kissing is so unusually frequent, people looking on will think he’s using drugs. Ace is high on your gaze, and barely thinks of anything else but being side by side in bed, spooning (Luffy thinks that’s so adorable when he walks in on you in your sleep. He supports his brother getting all the love). That’s his happy place. Releasing him from the tough, less than gentle world. Ace could make anal sex romantic. Marriage proposal during a fisting sesh, he could pull that off. He jumps with joy when you buy him plushies. You made one for him by hand, he carries it with him 24/7 in a trouser pocket. This dude is just the king of fluff. Ace finds all his wishful thinking in a soft domme, a hard domme wouldn’t match him right. You can pinch him all you pleased, those nipples especially. But roughly handling him would just be awkward and hurt Ace. He’s too sweet and yes, lazy. Petting is like having sex to him. Corny, but, it’s Ace. He enjoys to make love to you in missionary or another intimate position, but the body contact always counts more than the “yay, it goes in and out” part. Regular sex is not crucially urgent to Ace. It’s just a byproduct of huddling up in bed sometimes. Whatever your libido says, he adapts. He could please you every day or do it once a month in comfy silence. If you want to tickle him to get a glimpse of that 1000 Watt-smile or see how well his fingertips can work your clit, Ace can pull off both. One thing is his favorite, though. Being snug, together by a fireplace, mumbling to each other.

buggy ] the most committed pet. With all the ribbons, a time to feed him… and fuck, cause this clown wants it bad. But stylishly. Someone’s fully queening out with you: Buggy is all in with the feminization, dumbification, putting him in collars and you having him make some noises considered strange by others alright. He is the original superfreak. Law pretty much loves himself a sado-domme that torments him with red hot tweezers for breakfast, Luffy is all about the impossible sex positions and self-tie shenanigans, but Buggy… he commits to the bit. Always. A circus makes a performer slip into ludicrous roles, you both love that. Acting out just because! Life is filled with restraint and nonsense, so why not be unrestrained without sense? Buggy as a pet sub is ‘brainless’ in a smart way. And fucked brainless especially. Sounds edgy, ruined makeup style, and it is. Edging you is his favorite when he eats you out with fantasy positions and tricks, fun makeup, cat ears, false lashes, painted nails, platform heels on (he can do cartwheels in those!), just letting his oral freak flag fly. Sit on his face and ruin his eyeshadow, his sexy rouge, and that glimmering cheek highlighter while you’re at it. At this point, his lipstick stains on your clit just turn you on for a second round each time. If the world sucks, start sucking. His sex motto extraordinaire, humping his pillow with two hands of his down his throat. Yep, he can fit that many. Yes, he loves it when you draw lewd pictures of him like this. And if you need him bad, Buggy satisfies you from behind, giving your ass a proper worshipping. Does this guy nut glitter? Lock him in that tiger cage, put him in his lace wear, and bring those whippy whips. His high libido will soon tell. On all fours? Buggy does it best.

koby ] obedient sub. With gorgeous pink ribbons, humiliation kink, soap baths and everything. Being forthcoming and more on the soft domme side, you prepared a lot for your sweetheart, tea cups and big pillows and little treats (or not so little, as sweet stuff can be a luxury on the Grand Line, after all) and a warm fireplace to spend some time in a cozy tavern that’s not exactly close to any busy areas or marines. Koby shyly returns the favor of you setting the mood and running errands to get all of those cute things to create a nice time. With eating you out a lot, lots of sucking and curious tongue moves involved. It feels so good and it just goes on and on for minutes on end: “You taste amazing… Can I do it more?” Fuck, this is the big treat, then, is it. Your clit just experiences heaven with that pliant, malleable and warm tongue doing its loving thing. Slave to love and your scent, your baby licks you up from behind, in missionary, sideways even, even if it’s a bit unorthodox and hard to pull off. No problem though, you’re having fun rolling around in the sheets. Now, hear me out: Koby’s actually the most obsessed with vanilla fucking among all these guys to top it off. Your pussy is in for all that gentle stimulation, those good angles, and those pretty as hell hands really sneak to your most sensitive area again and again, so you both edge for like 30 minutes plus. But the ribbons and the fluffy handcuffs stay on! The sweetest collared sub ever. You absolute love birds, this is relationship goals.

luffy ] a bonafide contortionist. No one’s shocked. You thought he’d be all ‘straight up feederism kink and suck slash squeeze on Mommy’s breasts’ all day’? That would only be one part of the picture. He’s simply the least serious sub of them all unless romantic confessions are concerned, because laughing together is the ultimate bonding experience, although bonding with handcuffs (heh) is kind of attractive on him. Even though... yes... they’re basically useless on him. You could stuff basically anything up his elastic ass and he’d have the time of his life. Experimental subs have nothing on this guy. He can be his own bondage rope, y’all. His pet play skills extend to any possible species. You punish Luffy humorously for his impatience sometimes, spanking and gripping his head between your thighs. Pain excites Luffy, spanks are playful to him. Although his age could or couldn’t play a role in this, he doesn’t take BDSM stuff as seriously as Mihawk or Trafalgar Law would. Impact toys are fascinating to use on him: You can take your frustrations out on a sub that never breaks but bends. Snuggles and aftercare love is his kind of sex, too, it just warms his heart to love you and be loved. Luffy really likes to kiss you a lot after playing. As a puppy, for instance. A sweet pup deserves his hair to be ruffled, and forehead kisses, anything that makes him blush.

law ] the pain slut final boss. This god of chains and fingering truly likes the whole shebang of provocative kink equipment galore. Spikes, harnesses, flogging and perfectly romantic dungeon furniture. Trafalgar is the kinkiest on this list by far, and no one is surprised at all. Nobody can tell him what to do! Except for you, his girl, because that’s how it works. If he walks up with some risky piercings you can place on him or he wants you to pull out some crazy hooks and suspensions and clamps and whips, that’s just another manic (and super sexy) Monday for Law. Temperature play is his favorite as of recently, and a proper anal fixation, but it has to be extreme, like everything he does. Him roleplaying as your sick patient is a staple. His boner for your doctor voice and outfit and all those medical tools you brought stays all night. Law likes to be tortured and sense-deprived, he was made for this. His unrestricted moans will have your pussy in not so literal shambles. Trafalgar Law is so masochistic, he has nothing against you electro-shocking his skinny brains out with the craziest tech machines. Or you waterboarding him into a freeze state that allows you total control over his body, since he’s a Paramecia user. He pines to get beaten up by you, fucked silly, then thrown to the ground. He wants to be exhausted, discarded, deeply humiliated, he wants to know his limit and gets off on being hurt for hours: Especially at the hand of his very attractive dominant whom he lends his life line to. Law always wants to hang there like a bag of sand when you’re done with him. He trusts you. He’d only open up and show you his real boundaries because Law knows you can gauge – and also push – him well. You don’t hesitate, because you know he’s pretty much impossible to destroy and doesn’t want some queasy consideration, and he likes that. You’re able to chill and eat takeout with him for aftercare, and not be intimidated by the intense comedown from all those unreal play scenarios. He’s not sub dropped once. No sub can outdo him, this guy is always ready to get fucked up. Law has no problem being a kink dispenser, you can do whatever the hell you like with him (even suffocating him with hugs, heh).

mihawk ] the immaculate service submissive. As hard and stern as he might seem, Mihawk is actually the most classically submissive on this list. Why? His trademark elegance prevents him from domineering his partner: Wife, ideally, because this man is not commitment-phobic. If you top him he will put a ring on it FAST. Because he knows most people quickly pigeonhole him into this hard dom image and don’t even try to look past his façade. Mihawk cooks gentlemanly, bathes you, massages you with expensive oils, and gives you all you ever wanted. You as his domme will choose his clothing for the night, or day, even. Want him to change his beard grooming or the hair? He’ll do it. He is not a diehard masochist like Law or Sanji, but damn, he’d sacrifice anything for a woman he loves and find great satisfaction in it. Mature kink is about responsibility, and that’s what Dracule does. He ain’t vampiric for no reason. Vampires ask before they come in. And blood-wise, if you get your period, he’s the one who gets the hot wraps and the luxurious teas (!) and the blankets and the herbs to make you feel much better. Fuck, he can’t stand to see you hurt. That’s why he’s not a dom. A pregnancy kink he does have, that’s his only top-like side. In his daytime brooding imaginations, he will slice up any punk who dares to touch his hypothetical pregnant wife… get chopped! Mihawk also fantasizes about helping you go about lactating, post-partum bed times, waning. Then again, that’s also an aspect of his service sub default. If you want kids or not in this chaotic world is up to you. But one thing’s for sure. Mihawk will flood you with cash ‘cause he’s a real pay pig disguised as a twilight sugar daddy.

sanji ] truly versatile. Black leg Sanji? More like sexy leg. He can be a platter-wielding service sub like Mihawk or a groaning pain slut just like Law (he fantasizes about you putting out cigarettes on his whole body…), bend himself around for your own pleasures pretty much like Luffy but without the upper body, or snuggle just like Ace. All of it will get him off, and all of it will thrill you, too. Because what genre of BDSM couldn’t this man present as chic and salacious. You want your feet and neck kissed, he’ll devour this. You want to pull his hair? To the All Blue and back. Sanji is so obsessed with his domme, he would fry himself in a human-sized oil pot if something ever happened to her. He is your human furniture and your latex fashion model and your gimp. Sanji is for the anxious attachment dommes: If you’re afraid he won’t cuddle after sex, this guy will be so glued to you, you’ll never feel lonely again. Sanji selflessly understands that even dominant women want attention, care, listening, intimacy, favors, love, affection, not just female subs. He will never betray your rules in bed, he cleans up toys, he listens to feedback: subs need spines as well. Sanji embodies that. He’s horny with a conscience. As for you, do what you want (unless it’s joining the world government), and Sanji works with that. You can choke-fuck him Trafalgar Law style and admire his hot bod, or comb his hair to tell him how proud you are of him. Cause you are. Sanji really overextends himself with all he does chronically. Sanji carries that shit. He is the most obedient sub on this list by far: You actually have to teach him to contribute and say what HE wants, too. Which, and you really had to coax it out of him, is predictably being fed food by you… it’s too cute. Or is it? Making Vinsmoke Sanji lick some cake cream from your fingers has got to be the biggest turn-on ever invented. Let’s be real, this guy invented worship.

shanks ] unpretentious rope bunny. With a lot of sub drop in the mix: Shanks is not a rough and tumble kind of bed partner. Putting his charisma aside, he’s confident in showing his dome all those sensitive and weak parts of him. And yes, let’s be shallow for a minute: Shanks looks way too good all tied up, handsome muscles on display. A ship offers enough material to work with. He wants to see how you can control his body, fixate him, pin Shanks down, expose his sweetest spots, test his sturdiness, showcase his physical beauty, and never let him go. All while finding the time and space to do this, because rope stuff is not a spontaneous discipline. It’s that psychological element that makes the redhead sub so enamored with the art of knots. If you cinch him in place, neither of you will go anywhere. That constancy and reliance is a huge green flag for Shanks who craves your full attention. All the detail you put into your patterns make him feel loved by seeing the dedicated intent… you look after every tension in the rope, all the cross-sections and angles and the skin. Bondage is knowing your partner. He wants to be studied, in a way. And slathered in ointment after, it’s so invigorating to Shanks. The tunnel vision you get while working on his shibari is so hot to this guy, the spotlight on him is actually wholesome, not just challenging or technical. That’s just beautiful. Shanks really blooms when you tie the knot: Literally. He wants to claim that his wife has him all tied up in his feels. And yes, he does cry sometimes, and you comfort those tears with Shanks in your lap.

sir crocodile ] impact play and switching. The desert is dry, but no one who knows `Mister Zero Vanilla´ intimately is… But let’s start from the beginning. Toys and furniture and all the stuff that leaves an imprint makes Croc a horny young man again. It’s too seductive not to try. A contract is in place, you both wrote down what you want to do. It’s negotiated. And it’s freaky. He underestimated your willingness to pound the shit out of him a bit, but that’s good news: He can finally feel something. Whips and chains to the balls, and a hook (surprise) up his ass to make him clench those teeth? Some frivolous kisses for your pussy lips and legs in between? Let’s go. Obviously you’re not using his hook, but a more blunt toy, although the thought of something pointy is titillating to him. Rather, your idea is to switch and see what he can do with that gold stinger – or Goldfinger, as you joke – when you back yourself up against him. As he stands, he uses the metal to wrap around your neck, holding you in place, giving it to you nice and slow from behind to warm you up like the desert, and then picks up the speed as he smokes and grunts, hurling out the praise for you, the good girl. “What a nice ass, want it spanked?” alternates with clamps on your labia or nipples, made of luxurious materials of course. The pain gets you hot, and he releases quickly. Since Croc likes it hairy, even looking at your exposed lips makes him all hungry. And then you switch again. Tired after cumming, he’s frozen in his office, so you torment him with heavy tailed whips and horrible canes, do we sense a phallic pointy theme here, and shove up an entire arsenal of vibrators in his tight ass. He begs for mercy as part of the script, it’s so hot. In the dead of the night, who would have thought the mighty Sir Crocodile is subject to some insane CBT methods with a batch of wet sand shoved into his mouth so he won’t make a sound? He’s crazy. But it’s a rush to be inside his underwater hideaway. Be careful before he’s gonna wife you up, he is a dedicated man.

smoker ] sensory stuff and vanilla. Few people can imagine him subbing, and that’s his hazy secret. He’s classy about it. “So what” style. But unlike Mihawk, wine is not involved. A woman putting out cigarettes on his body is. Cigars, if she really wants to drive him insane. Come to think of it, nobody is surprised with this at all. His smoke body doesn’t bear the burn marks, he has tons of supply at hand, and hey… Smoker sees no point in doing this on someone else in his busy schedule. That schedule involves getting his wallet drained by you, cause his marine money all blown on burn stuff is getting a bit boring now. Pay pig Smoker? That’s what he works for. Heh. Another idea you had was running ice cubes on him, which not only tingles, but remains the most effective power play of all. Why? Because the water immobilizes him partially, and you can resort to some free use all night. Used sparingly, this can go on for hours. You can ride him in reverse how you like, he won’t kiss and tell. Cigars in mouth, he coughs like a broke stove during groans, you both love that shit. He’s impressively endowed, long and straight, with stamina, a dream for any rider queen who loves to edge her play partner. Smoker, lazy as he is on the couch or bed, lets his sexy abs glisten, and you can mockingly run your hands through his hair. “Oh, somebody can’t move. Guess I’ll deprive you more…” Followed by various forms of orgasm denial, and using him as your personal stripper. Or sex doll. Ripping his clothes off is fun, and Smoker is well-built. And experienced. No bullshit. He’s confident enough to have you fill him up with booze for some heavy makeouts. No sexual stuff, he’s a gentleman, but the teasing can go far when he’s intoxicated. His oral fixation should be, let’s say, apparent without discussion, Smoker can surely fancy some boobs in his naughty mouth if you command him. He’s languidly obedient in a way. If you want to see rug burn on his back, he will lie down, alright. Um, and… upon your request… He also made you very happy on his motorcycle if you know what I mean. Smoker, the king of deep strokes and all the huffing, puffing, lady pleasing.

zoro ] needy lil’ brat. He’ll do what you want, but oh so tease you for it. Zoro could lay there with a spreader bar between his juicy gym legs and he would talk some shit. Or when you ride his thigh. Or when you run ice cubes all over him. Somebody gag this mosshead already! He actually fell asleep during a bondage session once. In his defense, he trained push-ups with Sanji beforehand. They both tried to outdo each other, so Zoro collapsed into a fairy-tale like slumber with you a little later. He was too sweet in his sleep to resent, though you repeated the rope play two days later. Zoro… is for the lenient doms out there, strictness doesn’t work. No, he doesn’t slack off, he can put his back into it. Zoro’s ambitious manner is world famous. But yeah, he shows his cute side as a sub. Don’t you worry. You can nurse him like a service domme sometimes, or a Mommy domme, it’s flexible. He really does like being taken care of, but a full-on little one he is not. It’s more about the looking after someone aspect. He devours Mommy’s hefty food, and lets himself be groped, then stroked, then petted when he’s been a bad boy. You tie his wounds, knead his back. It’s not complete dominance on your part unless you brat tame him. Zoro loves pampering and acts of service too much. The entitled brat learns his sexy lesson with riding crop whips to his muscly butt and thighs, enduring slaps and even a bit of CBT, Zoro’s most high-adrenaline kink interest. Does he own a penis pump? Yes he does. Zoro doesn’t even pretend one bit that he’s not a classy kinkster like Mihawk. Zoro likes his sex stuff real, and visceral, and frequent, and a lil’ bit trashy. If you like cum play and sweat… this is your address.

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end note. tell me your own hcs about them in the comments, i am stoked about this topic and there is just so much to say!! i just imagine law as the freakiest guy ever he is so... and then there’s ace and shanks being all cutie pie about this lmaoo