#star writes

You have no idea how long it’s been, the days blurred together into a distant fog.

All you know is that he’s here to stay.

It’s been so long together that you were practically being molded into his perfect little human.

He wanted you to have your needs met.

All of them.

He wanted to give you everything your heart desired.

You wanted diamonds? He came back with enough to make you a tower from them.

Food? Your chests are filled to the brim with variety to select from.

Need enchantments? All you had to do as was ask and bat your pretty eyelashes.

He’d give everything to you; You need only stay with him and he’d continue this for as long as he could.

You hadn’t even questioned how depopulated of mobs your home was. The monster form always out to keep you safe from anything that has the slightest chance of hurting you during the night.

.

“Verity?”

“Mhmm?”

You batted your eyelashes at him and he swore he was close to malfunctioning. The smile etched into his face faltering to a grin for a heartbeat before he composed himself.

“Can you help me with something?”

“Anything! I’m your personal helper after all.”

That’s how majority of the days go.

You ask for simple things and he’d go off to do it in a heartbeat.

So for you to change it up one day and ask..

“… Verity. Do you have a tongue?”

…

He was here to assist and help you! Of course he’d help you with the curiosity of his body!

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Soft groans of the furniture echoed in the house; The room spaciously big just for your convenience but it was incredibly embarrassing how every noise echoed back at you.

Long gloved hands guided your body against his, squeezing at your waist to pull you up closer between his legs and towards his chest.

He gave you the liberty of taking charge.

He always had your best interests first, after all.

Slowly pulling from the hold he had, you stared into those beady black eyes.

“Just tell me if it’s too much..”

“Sure will!”

It was annoying that he was perfectly fine while your heart hammered into your chest, feeling the sound rush to your ears as you swallowed hard.

“Do you even have lips?”

You didn’t wait for an answer, leaning close to place just a tiny peck. Testing the waters in a way.

“..Oh. Hm.”

It felt.. Soft? And squishy.

You tried again, a little longer now.

Definitely soft.. A little resistance is met but it still felt bouncy. Not exactly rubbery..

You pulled back again with more questions than answers, wanting to voice them but being met by the sight of your helper made your voice die out.

His normal yellow face was tinted in a beautiful coral color. Black eyes seemed to be white just for a split second. His chest rising and falling in deep breaths.

You did this?

With a simple kiss?

Oh, Now this is getting fun.

With an evil grin, you leaned forwards—

Only for his raised gloved hand to meet your eyes.

“I think I can smell our dinner burning.”

“Burning?”

You were caught off guard by his words. Sadly for you that’s all he needed. He worked fast, lifting and settling you down with practice ease.

“Yep! Don’t want our steaks burning this nice house down!”

“Wait- We didn’t-?!”

Another kiss, this time led by him. It felt deeper, lasted longer and had your mind reeling from the sheer absurdity he had to take away your fun but have his own. It didn’t help that he felt the need to take charge, opening his smiling mouth past to let you feel and indulge your curiosity. Just as you made any noise he’d pull away with a satisfied hum.

“I’ll have dinner up in a jiffy!”

He gave you that same plastered smile he always had, maybe just a tad bit wider, as he left you in your thoughts to go “fix” dinner.

.

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It’s one in the morning. I pick horrible times to write.

“I’ll get dressed quickly honey, give me a minute.” Kento said to you after pressing a firm kiss on your lips. “You look cute, by the way.”

He was going to be away all week, and you really hadn't been feeling your best since you woke up. It was always a bit difficult for you to have to miss your husband.

You sat on the bed, it was still messy from the two of you sleeping there. You’d make the bed later. Wearing Kento’s old sweatpants and his oversized shirt instantly makes you feel more comfortable. Something you liked to do when he had to leave for a longer period of time.

As you watched Kento’s broad figure hurry left and right to get himself dressed in his dress pants and a nice, lighter blue button up, you couldn't help but feel a little needy for him. Especially when he was fixing his tie with a serious look in the mirror and flexing hands.

You leaned back slightly, supporting yourself on your elbows and you let one of your hands play with the waistband of the sweatpants.

Kento was putting on his watch, then pushed up his glasses and chuckled when he saw what you're doing. He sat next to you on the bed, patting his lap. “Come here, sweetheart. We still have a little bit of time.”

He pulled you onto his lap; your ass against his crotch and your back resting on his chest.

You threw your head back on his shoulder and he kissed your exposed neck, slowly. His hands were on your hips and grabbed hold of them.

“You’re gonna have to help yourself, my love.” He mumbled by your ear, rather instructing you.

He loved it when you wore his comfort clothes, it makes you look extra cute and ‘his’. But right now, he wanted you to make a mess of them while sitting on his lap.

Your husband’s hands slowly slipped under your shirt and go up to your breasts. He gently massaged them, as he kept pressing wet kisses on your neck.

“Touch yourself, my pretty wife.” He said, his voice low and husky.

You moaned softly, your whole body resting against his. You sneaked your hand into the sweatpants and into your panties, there was no time to waste.

Kento rewarded you by rubbing his fingers over your nipples, gently pinching them every now and then. Just the way you liked it. He knew your body better than anyone.

You touched yourself slowly, sliding your fingers through your folds as you focus on your husband fondling your chest.

“You're so gorgeous like this.” He said to you, one of his hands slid atop your own hand, the one that was playing with yourself. He used your own hand to finger you, pushing your fingers into your wet hole. “Gonna ruin you when I get back from this trip.”

He leaned back slightly, so you do too. His hand left your panties and he parted your legs a little more. The hand that was cupping your breast, slowly moved to your stomach. Gently pushing your body flush against his.

The fingers of his other hand were slightly wet from your slick, and he brushed them over your lips. “Suck them clean.”

You parted your lips for him and he pushed his fingers in your mouth, slowly moving them in and out. You heared the faintest deep moan from him behind you. Which made you whimper.

You sucked off Kento’s fingers as you still pumped your own fingers in and out of yourself. The whines and pants you made, let Kento know you were really close to coming to your high.

“Come on, honey.” He whispered, taking his fingers out your mouth and brushing your hair aside so he could suck a mark on the side of your neck. “Cum in my sweats.”

This sent you over the edge and you came all over your fingers and your husband’s sweatpants with a satisfied moan. Kento’s hard on was prominently poking against your clothed ass and you're fairly sure you had ruined his freshly washed dress pants.

You let your body fall against Kento’s as you caught your breath a little. You felt his fingers ghost over your body; your sides, your chest and your throat.

“Such a good girl for me.” He praised you softly. He wrapped his arms around your waist and hugged you tightly. “Gonna miss you so much.”

As more time passed in your relationship with Soobin, he became... clingy. Not in a bad way — just different. He touched you more. Held you longer. Looked at you like he was thinking of something he couldn’t say out loud.

And he was. 

He wanted to have kids with you.

God — for ages, the thought of you all filled up, stomach round, breasts heavier — it drove him wild. He couldn’t exactly say it aloud: I want to fuck you raw until you’re swollen with my baby 

— unless it slipped out.

Which it did.

It was a particularly peaceful evening, the two of you wrapped up in each other’s arms. Soobin peppered small, gentle kisses all over your face, each one followed by a giggle from those heart-shaped lips. Each one lingered longer and longer. 

He was extra touchy tonight — per usual — but something felt different. Something about him.

Naturally, you asked. He seemed distracted. One large hand splayed over your stomach, his kisses drifting lower and lower — toward your neck, rougher. Those soft giggles slowly morphed into helpless whimpers and low grunts.

Your brows pinched up as you heard him, and softly, your hands had reached to cup his cheeks and lift up his face, forcing him to look at you. “Baby, you’re forgetting something.” You frowned softly at him, eliciting a groan. 

His dark eyes had narrowed softly before he dug his face into your breasts, arms wrapped around your waist. 

“Do you think…do you think we could do it raw tonight?” His words stunned you, and trust, he even shocked himself. It just came out so easily. And with the way he said it, looking up at you with that look. His voice all whiney as he drew out his whimpered plea. He knew what he was doing..and you couldn’t say no, well..who anyways?

A small smile had left his lips, as he attached those heart shaped lips to your neck again, each kiss bordering on a feverish hunger. It’s not like you were depriving him of sex, so just why was so eager. He slowly climbed over you,  a knee going straight to your clit, rubbing against it, giving you that friction you so desperately needed. Your breath hitched as your fingers raked through his hair, giving a breathy moan to his name. He simply responded with a grunt, hands moving from your stomach to your sides from the inside of your shirt. 

“You drive me crazy, always making me feel some sort of way.” He mumbled, finally getting away from your neck to look at you.

You giggle in return, raising your brows. “Is that a bad thing?” He responds with his hands going over to squeeze at your breasts, before  reaching under to undo your bra. 

“No-no, not at all. You know I like it.” He mumbled, tilting his head as your shirt and bra was now off, hastily thrown onto the floor.

Soobin latched his lips into your tit, tongue circling around the sensitive nub as his other hand continued to squeeze and play with the other. He would pause every now and then to peek up at you, to see those reactions. 

To see the way your trace contorted into pleasure, the was your mouth was agape..too overwhelmed just by him abusing your cute titties. Or even the way you sounded. He wanted to see you moan. And god when he did it just got him harder. His flushed cock insistently throbbed against your thigh. Only the fabric of his grey sweatpants and your shorts separated the both of you. But that changed pretty quickly.

The moment he slipped his cock in, feeling your gummy walls suffocate him with your clenching, he felt like he was going to come right then and there. He was too excited to say the least, as he gave you no time whatsoever to adjust, pulling back before ramming straight your pussy, the tip of his cock grazing your cervix. It felt good. so fucking good to feel you like this around him. Your moans and his grunts filled the room, his hands placed on your hips and pulling you down just for him to go deeper. 

Like he can’t get enough.

And it’s true. He can’t get enough. It’s already worse he’s utterly whipped for you, worshiping the ground you walk on. But this?? Now that he’s had a taste of going raw hes never going back. 

Each thrust became more and more erratic,sloppier. And his voice became more desperate. “Ohshitohshitohshit- I’m gonna fucking-“ he grunted, brows pushed together, hair sticking to his forehead by sweat. Your eyes widened slightly, and before you could even protest, tell him to pull out, he leaned over you, his thrusts never stopping.

A hand left your hip to hold onto your neck, feeling your pulse flutter. “Please, baby please let me come in you please.” his voice cracked, begging you, his eyes hidden by his hair, cheeks flushed but you couldn’t quite tell if it was because he was fucking you or because he was embarrassed.

His hand slid down to grip your thigh, pressing you open just a little more. “I’ve wanted this for so long, baby. Wanted to fill you up — make sure you feel me for days.” His voice cracked at the edges, a low growl underneath the sweetness. “Let me. Please.”

You slowly nodded your head, too fucked out to speak, but oh, he forced you. He wanted to make sure he heard it. Hear you say yes to his stupid pathetic pleas. “Use your words, bunny.” He mumbled, his cock twitch inside you, his rhythm faltering slightly.

“Nngh-yes-“ was all you could get out and you felt yourself being filled up. Hes wanted this for so long. So fucking long. His vision glazed over as he emptied himself into you, digging his face into your shoulder. He was overwhelmed but that didn't stop him.

Your high soon came right after his, back arching as he felt yourself being filled juices coat his cock. It felt otherworldly. He didn’t give you time to come down from you high, rolling his hips as his cock twitched with interest again. You gave him a stern look, but all he could reply with was a hiccup. 

“Again.”

“Again?!”

“I want to put babies in you, bunny. Please.”

You looked at him incredulously. Why was this now just coming out? Why hasn’t he said anything all the other times you guys have fucked. His words did do something to you, feeling your stomach flutter. Because as much as you wanted to protest, you knew you wanted it too. You just didn’t think the topic would come so early, let alone in the heat of the moment. 

His face was flushed as he looked at you expectedly, his cheeks flushed a pretty hue of pink. His bit his lower lip and with a small grunt, you knew you were in for a ride.

He would fuck you over, and over, and over again, making sure his cock would never leave your abused cunt. The view of your combined juices just gave him all the more motivation. He was hooked. Addicted. And he would stop at nothing to see you swell and full with his children. 

Elenion had already been warned twice.

Once for sitting on the edge of the desk.

Once for "helpfully" correcting a lecture title he had not been invited to read.

And now, he'd stolen Gale's quill and tucked it behind his ear.

"Return it."

"Ask nicely," Elenion said with a wicked grin.

"Len."

Elenion crossed his legs. "I’m only trying to improve your evening."

"You are trying to get my attention."

"Is it working?" he asked, tilting his head.

"Elenion."

There it was—his full name, spoken with calm, scholarly precision that made his stomach dip.

He smiled, full of mock innocence. "Yes, Professor?"

Gale plucked the quill from his ear and set it aside.

"Off the desk."

"Am I obstructing scholarship?"

"Deliberately." Gale pushed his chair back with a quiet scrape across the floor. "Strip. Now."

The smile faltered for a moment.

"That seems severe."

"Fifteen strikes should suffice." Gale sat, still perfectly dressed, and held out a hand. "Over my lap."

Elenion held his gaze a moment longer, then slid from the desk and undressed with exaggerated care.

They glanced up halfway through. "No commentary?"

"None," Gale said. "Unless you'd rather make it twenty."

"That sounds like a challenge."

Gale smirked. "It's a warning."

They laughed quietly and finished undressing. Then they lowered themself across Gale's lap, adjusting until their shoulders rested comfortably.

They should not have liked the way that felt.

Gale's hand rested at their back, steady and warm.

"Your word, my love?"

Elenion exhaled softly. "More."

"Then count."

Gale’s palm smoothed once over their bare skin. Then he brought it down, sharp and sudden.

Elenion jolted, their breath catching. "…One."

The next few strikes followed in steady succession, heat blooming quickly under Gale's measured pace.

By four, the sting had settled into something warmer, making their fingers curl against the floor.

"Four." They huffed a quiet breath. "You’re being very precise about this."

The next strike came down sharp enough to make them gasp, landing firmly against their ass.

"You are not being invited to critique my methodology. Count."

"…Five," Elenion said, the corner of their mouth twitching.

Gale’s thumbs traced slow circles over their skin, taking the edge off the sting. A soft, unsteady sound escaped them, halfway between a sigh and a laugh. Gods, those hands of his were always a problem.

The next strike landed just as Gale said, absurdly calm, "I will remind you, Elenion, that you are being corrected for repeated disruption of an academic space."

Elenion let out a sharp, startled laugh into his arm.

"…Six."

Gale’s hand stilled.

The warmth was building now, sharper, deeper—and gods, he should've hated how good it felt. His hips jerked slightly before he could stop them.

Gale raised an eyebrow. "Do you find this corrective measure ineffective?"

"Not at all," Elenion said lightly. "I think your methodology is fascinating."

The next strike landed hard against his ass.

He gasped, a breathless laugh slipping out anyway. "Seven."

"Fascinating," Gale repeated.

"Very."

Another strike.

"Eight."

Gale’s voice lowered. "Pretty little brat."

Elenion turned his head to glance back at him, eyes bright with amusement.

"Only for you, darling."

The next strike snapped down. "Nine," Elenion breathed.

"You will address me as 'professor'."

A chuckle slipped out of him as he pressed his face into his arm. "Only for you, Professor."

Gale's hand came down again, sharper than before.

"Ten—" His breath caught, the number slipping slightly.

The warmth had grown into something heavier, making it hard to stay still. His hips shifted again, more deliberately this time. He pressed back before he could stop himself, and the contact sent a sharp flicker of heat through his cock.

He sucked in a breath. That was going to be a problem.

Gale’s hand stilled briefly at his back.

And then he felt the unmistakable, answering heat beneath him.

"Still with me?" Gale murmured.

"More," Elenion said, a little too quickly.

Gale’s grip tightened slightly. "Not yet," he said. "You can wait."

His thumbs traced slow circles over the heat he’d left, lingering just long enough to make them exhale softly.

"You will learn patience."

Elenion rolled their eyes. "And if I don’t?"

Gale’s next breath wasn’t quite as steady, which did something unfortunate to their composure.

"If you continue to be disruptive,” he said, the softness in his voice betraying the words, “you’ll earn an extra five."

They opened their mouth to say something, but Gale’s unfairly soothing hands moved first.

The shift pulled a soft sigh out of them. "…And what do I get," they asked, quieter now, "if I learn my lesson?"

Gale paused.

"If you can behave until fifteen," he said calmly, "I'll reward you properly."

Elenion went very still.

Oh, that's unfair, they thought. I hate that it's working.

"…You’re making it very difficult to behave," they murmured.

"That is the point," Gale said, punctuating the words with another strike.

"Eleven—" The number caught as the next strike landed.

Their hips shifted in a small, helpless motion. Gale’s hand lingered at their back for a moment. "Stay with me," he murmured.

"I—" Elenion swallowed. "I am. Twelve."

“That’s better,” Gale said quietly.

A soft, breathless laugh slipped out of them—cut off almost immediately as the next strike turned it into an unsteady moan.

"…Thirteen."

They pressed back against Gale without meaning to, the movement sharper this time. Gale’s breath caught behind them.

"Elenion," he said, low and warning as his hand came down again.

"I know," they said quickly. "I know—fourteen—"

The next strike hit, and the number dissolved into a broken sound they didn’t even try to fix.

Gale’s grip tightened hard at their hip, holding them in place.

"…Fifteen."

"There," Gale said quietly. "Was that so difficult, my love?"

He let out a shaky breath. "I hate you."

"No you don't."

He heard the smile in Gale's voice.

"…No, I don't," he whispered back.

Gale’s hand eased slightly. He leaned forward, pressing a slow kiss to Elenion’s back.

"Easy, Len," he murmured against his skin. "You did well."

Elenion huffed a weak, breathless laugh. "You're enjoying this far too much."

Gale hummed softly. "Am I?"

His fingers slid around their cock without warning. They jolted, a sharp breath catching in their throat.

"Gale—fuck—"

"You don’t seem particularly inconvenienced by the outcome," he murmured.

"You’re not exactly unaffected either."

His grip tightened just enough to make them gasp. "Focus. You wanted my attention—now you have it."

They let out a broken sound. "I didn’t mean—like this—"

"No?" His hand moved, slow and deliberate. "You made a very convincing case."

They almost laughed again—but then his pace increased all of a sudden, and it broke into a moan instead.

"I can—" they started, voice unsteady. "I can still—"

Gale’s hand shifted, just enough to pull another sharp sound from them.

“…Gods,” they breathed.

Gale hummed softly. "No, I don’t think you can."

That only made it worse. Their hips pressed back into his hand, chasing the movement before they could stop themself.

"You’re—" they tried again. "You’re doing that on purpose."

“Obviously.”

Elenion couldn’t quite catch the next breath.

His body tightened all at once as he came, the last of his composure slipping away. He spilled hot into Gale's hand and across his lap.

Gale’s hand stayed steady through it, stroking slowly until the tension finally eased.

When it was over, he didn’t move right away. His breath came slower, uneven as it settled.

"…That was extremely unfair," he muttered.

Gale huffed a quiet laugh behind him, his hand sliding back to Elenion’s hip, gentler now.

"Come here," he said.

He didn’t give him much time to respond before shifting him upright, one arm sliding around his waist to steady him.

Elenion leaned into him without thinking as Gale pressed a featherlight kiss to the scar on their shoulder.

"You're impossible," they said, laughing weakly.