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Tags: Smut, bottom Dante Kang, top Mr. 182, Drool kink? Frottage, Missionary, Mating Press, Beta Read, First Time, Loss of Virginity, Bathroom Sex, they will get a noise complaint, Canon Compliant, Praise Kink, Creampie, Slight possessive behavior, Sexual Overstimulation
An: started reading this and got obsessed.... cross-posted to ao3, dokjasfleshhole
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Walking through the Fog Land was exhausting; Dante's feet were killing him. On the other hand, Mr. 182 seemed just fine, or perhaps he was dissociating as they walked. Dante could never tell what went through his mind half the time, not like he really wanted to know either. So when they had finally arrived at Dumpling Town, and after they were accused of stealing, then getting their asses beat by that doctor, getting that offer of a room from Grandpa Dumpling, Dante was so quick to accept. They didn't get beds and instead had to sleep on the floor, but that was better than hunched over on the side of the dirty ass road!
Dumping their bags on the ground, Dante flopped down next to them, completely out of breath. 182 pulled out his little sweet potato and set it on the windowsill to stare at it. Dante took this time to dig around in his bag to pull out a small vial of lube. He randomly stumbled upon it in the streets; it seemed unopened, which was amazing news. It's regrettably been so long since he was able to get time to himself, especially since he was sharing a jail cell with another man. He had no personal space to relieve himself. The houses here in Dumpling Town actually had separate bathrooms. Finally!
Dante no longer had to be self-conscious, and he could excuse himself whenever he wanted while they were here. However, he didn't need the bathroom. He was so so sooo pent up. Hiding the bottle in his hand, he glanced at 182, who was still staring at that sweet potato, "I'm off to the bathroom." Of course, no reply. He was sure the other man spared him a glance, but he had already left the room by then. Dante practically ran to the bathroom, almost slamming the door. His breath hitched in excitement, fumbling with his dress pants.
Sitting on the toilet, he squirted some lube into his hand, a shiver rolling down his spine, his cock already waking up just at the feeling. Dante was a virgin; not once had he ever been touched by another person, but he was fine with that. Stretching out his legs, he gripped his cock and started to pump. The feeling of his lubed-up hand was making his head spin. After so long of not being able to jerk off, he knew he was gonna cum quickly. Not that he cared, he was sure 182 would notice if he took too long.
Dante let out a moan, squeezing his tip every time he stroked. His head was leaning back, eyes shut, and mouth hung open. Another moan squeezed past his throat, hand moving faster. The sound was very lewd, but he didn't care.
BAM! The bathroom door slammed open, causing Dante to squawk out a very unmanly sound, hands rushing to hide his manhood. "What the fuck?!" He shot his head forward so fast he nearly launched his glasses off his face just to look at who could've possibly disturbed him.
182 stood there, eyes scanning the room for threats. "I heard a sound," he finally spoke after noticing Dante was alone. When his eyes finally landed on Dante, they naturally landed on his hard cock. "What were you doing?"
"None of your business! Get out!" Dante was extremely embarrassed, his face flushed red, standing up to try to shove 182 out of the bathroom. Of fucking course he forgot to lock the door. How much of a dumbass could he be?
But of course, put it to him and he forgets how much of a dumbass 182 was as well. He felt something brush against his sensitive cock, causing him to moan. He shuddered and gripped onto the taller male's prison uniform. His gaze dipped down to stare at 182's bandaged and broken arm touching his cock. Mr. 182 didn't budge and instead pushed Dante further into the bathroom, the door closing behind him with a kick.
"What is this? Why are you hard?" The white-haired male's voice echoed through the room, causing Dante to shudder in even more embarrassment.
"Don't look at it, I was…" he trailed off before it clicked. Has 182 never masturbated? Well, he doesn't put it against him. Living in this dump of a hellhole, he's probably never had the time nor the want to. "I was horny, you've never been horny before?"
As expected, 182 shook his head, "What does that mean?"
Something in Dante cracked, and he got a boost of confidence. The confidence of a virgin man, however. But technically, isn't he more experienced? "Want me to show you?" He had no idea why he would spur on the thoughts, no idea why he would want another man to touch him or to touch another man. He never thought of himself as gay; then again, he never had the time to sit down and think about his sexuality.
At the small nod from the taller man, Dante got his confirmation. Reaching out, he unzipped Mr. 182's uniform, keeping eye contact to not spook the poor inmate. 182 looked very confused, but it didn't seem like he was going to lash out at being touched. The older man took advantage of that hidden acceptance to grasp at Mr. 182's cock, earning him a pretty little sound.
"What are you doing?"
"Don't question it, close your eyes and focus on my hand," Dante finally looked down at the cock in his hand, his heart jumping in his chest at the size. He's seen it before, multiple times, but as it starts to harden, he realizes he never actually saw it in its full glory. Fumbling with his other hand, he grabbed the lube and poured some on his cock. He immediately took notice of the way the other male's stomach flinched at the cold liquid.
As 182 got harder, his breathing started to change as well; raspy, heavy breaths left his lips, brushing against Dante's forehead. It was only then that he realized the other man did NOT close his eyes and was staring right at him. He nervously locked eyes with him, easily noticing the different emotion in his eyes. Dante stepped forward, daring to push their cocks together, hands wrapping around their cocks and pumping them together.
He let out a moan, the lube smearing against both their cocks. He felt a hand at his waist, "Don't," Dante managed. "You'll open your stitches." The taller male made a sound, then eventually let his injured hand sit at his side, unsure of what to do with it. Mr. 182 rested his head on Dante's shoulder, his hips bucking up into his hands, earning a pleasing moan from Dante.
It seemed like he loved that sound, because he kept bucking up his hips, taking control of the pace. However, he had no rhythm, just trying to race the pleasure. His thrusts were rough, chasing after his own pleasure. Dante let out a quiet 'fuck' before shuddering, and his forehead thumped against 182's shoulder. His cum spurting out into his hands, making a mess of their cocks and Dante's shirt. It wasn't long before the other man came too with a groan.
Dante could feel his legs crumble beneath him, and he leaned against 182 for support. The other man's mouth hung open, drool spilling past his lips, making a mess on Dante's shoulder.
"You did so well," Dante praised, nuzzling his forehead into 182's neck, something he didn't realize he was doing. It wasn't until 182 made a sound that is. Once he realized, he snapped up and stepped away from him, staring down at the mess on his hands and shirt.
"Can we do more?"
"What?!" Dante sputtered, snapping his gaze back to the other male. He was worried he had misheard.
"You said I did well. Can we do more?" He repeated, taking a step closer to Dante, nearly trapping him next to the toilet. The action caused a shiver to roll down the older man's spine and a flush to return to his skin.
"You want to do more?" Dante paused, more talking to himself, but since 182 was just right in front of him, he still heard and responded with a nod. His gaze moved downwards, noticing that he was still hard. "Fine, fine, but let me show you something else we can do, alright?"
He turned around, bracing himself against the back of the toilet, lowering the lid so he could prop his knees on top. He's never actually used his ass before, not even when he was younger and horny, so just the idea of fingering himself for 182 felt a little… strange. But he didn't hate it! Putting more lube on his fingers, he took a breath before sliding one into his own ass. He could feel Mr. 182's gaze on him; it felt stifling in the best way possible.
182 didn't utter a word, instead choosing to watch. It seemed like he wanted to touch Dante, his bandaged hand reaching out but not touching, worried he was gonna get scolded again. He stayed still, even while Dante slid in a couple more fingers, prying himself open. He didn't move, even while Dante was a moaning and panting mess in front of him. He only moved when he saw Dante take out his fingers and spread his ass.
"Put your cock in, it'll feel good," Dante commanded. His voice didn't sound very commanding, given that it was shaky and his hands were trembling. Helping 182 position his cock to his hole, he sucked in a slow breath as he was penetrated. A single tear dripped from his eye from the painful stretch, but it didn't seem like he cared about it. However, 182 definitely noticed.
"Does it hurt? I… I can pull back out," he seemed almost taken aback.
"No!" Dante spat quickly. He shook his head, hand reaching out to grab 182's hip. "No, it's okay. It's normal for it to hurt. It won't hurt for long, alright? So just keep pushing in. When you're finally in, don't move until I say so. Can you do that f'me?"
182 nodded, but he pushed in slower than he was before. He had to blink a few times as his eyes started to roll from the tight warmth. When he finally bottomed out, he stayed still, just like he was asked to do. His bandaged hand slid under Dante's stomach, holding him up, expecting to get scolded, but nothing came from the male split apart on his cock.
Dante's head was down, forehead against his forearm on the back of the toilet. He's never felt so full before; it was such an amazing feeling. When the pain was bearable, he finally lifted his head to look behind him. Mr. 182 was almost motionless save for his heavy breathing and unnatural blue eyes staring down at him. He took that moment to shift his own hips, pulling the younger male out of his ass before penetrating himself back on it. He let out a strangled moan, a sign for 182 to move.
It was almost instant, the inmate started to fuck his ass with an unrhythmic pace. Despite the pace, he wasn't fucking him hard, almost as if he was worried about hurting him again. Dante noticed, but didn't say anything about it. It was both of their first times, so it was fine to take it gently.
"So good! You're doing so well," Dante managed to squeak out between his moans. The hand still on 182's hip squeezed at his flesh, the other hand held onto the back of the toilet as if his life depended on it. The praise seemed to have done something because Mr. 182 finally settled into a rhythm, his slapping into Dante's ass.
The sounds of sex and moans filled the air; it was mostly all Dante, 182 only made raspy breaths. Dante was so glad their room was a bit further away from other prisoners, so he wasn't really that embarrassed by his noises. Plus, it seemed like the male penetrating him liked his noises.
His noises multiplied when his prostate was hit straight on, "There! Oh fuck, right there!"
182 let out a strangled noise as he positioned his hips to hit that spot every time, causing stars to appear in Dante's vision. But because of the position, 182 couldn't really see his face. He wanted to see Dante's blissed-out face. Even though he couldn't see his face, he could feel the way he was tightened against, every quiver of Dante's stomach, the feeling of his own cock moving inside him, all because his hand was still holding up his stomach. Slipping his hand from his stomach, he grasped Dante's cock, stroking him lazily compared to his thrusts.
Dante crumbled against his arm against the back of the toilet, head resting against his forearm again. His glasses had slid so far off his nose that they were almost touching the porcelain, tears slipping out of his eyes from the abuse his prostate was getting and the pleasure of the rough bandages against his cock. He could feel his orgasm creeping up on him.
As his eyes rolled in his head, the hand at 182's hip started to tap him, "'m gonn' cum, oh fuck." He started to rock his hips, desperate to meet 182 halfway with his thrusts. "Gonn' cum, so good, please please. I'm cumming!"
"Mhm, me too…" was the only response Dante heard from the man behind him, probably the only words he was able to make from the newfound pleasure rolling from his cock being squeezed so nicely.
Dante trembled under 182, a cry leaving his throat as he came, leaving a mess at his knees and the toilet lid. 182 finally let go of his spent cock. He had a feeling that after this, his knees were going to kill him. Having his 37-year-old self pressed up against the cold, hard porcelain was going to do numbers to him tomorrow. It was definitely worth it, though.
He spared a glance backwards after fixing his glasses, his breath hitching in his throat when he finally got a look at 182's blissed-out face. His ghostly pale face flushed, unnatural blue eyes blown wide from lust, mouth hung open, and drool spilling from the gap in his front teeth.
What he didn't expect, however, was that when they finally locked eyes, he saw 182's lips quiver before his hips stuttered and he felt warmth flood inside him. 182 came inside him.
Swaying his hips, he helped him ride out his orgasm. "You did so well, uh-huh, cumming so much inside," he praised with a soft smile. Sliding off the toilet, 182's cock slipped out of his ass. He shuddered at the feeling of the cum sliding out, but he paid no mind to it and instead turned around on shaky legs to wipe the drool off 182's mouth.
"Again," despite his straightforward tone, it sounded as if he meant to ask it as a question.
"Again?!" Dante echoed, shock evident in his voice. Ahh, he just unlocked this young man's libido. He should've assumed from his stamina and strength he could go for multiple rounds. "Not here. Let's go back to our room." Despite his words, he turned around to clean up the mess he had made on the toilet lid.
182 clung to him, bandaged arm wrapped around his waist, making it extremely difficult to clean. Once it was fully clean to Dante's likeness, he grabbed the small bottle of lube, and he made an effort to slide his pants back on, but the younger man was just too impatient, dragging him out of the bathroom to their room for the night. Thankfully, there was no one in the hall, so they were both able to get themselves back in their room without being caught with their dicks out. Literally.
Dante practically collapsed on his blanket on the floor, head hitting the pillow in bliss. 182 followed him, kneeling next to him, eyes waiting for his next orders. He looked up at the inmate next to him, a soft smile on his face at how cute he was being. Reaching over, he grabbed 182's pillow from his blanket to slide under his hips, too lazy to grab the pillow under his head. Didn't seem like the other cared that his pillow was going to be used for sex.
Now that he was comfortable, he pointed between his legs, which 182 immediately moved to without a word spoken between them. Dante popped open the lube bottle again, pouring some on his hand before stroking the younger male's cock. He scooted closer so Dante wouldn't have to stretch his hand so far. Seemed like they were gonna rush into their second round, or would this technically be considered their third? Second round of penetrative sex at the very least.
"It's alright, you can get closer," Dante let out a laugh, a genuine one after being kidnapped into this hellhole of a prison. A laugh that seemed to ignite something inside 182's heart. He moved closer, his cock hovering above Dante's. The older male let out a hum, stroking his cock, lubing it back up.
"Can I put it in?" His voice seemed desperate, a strain to it that Dante wasn't used to. He loved seeing and hearing 182's different emotions; he was so used to seeing anger in him.
Nodding, with the help of 182 shifting, Dante lined up his cock to his entrance, allowing him to push back in. Now that they were in the missionary position, 182 can finally see his face. Dante's eyes rolled back as he finally felt full again, filled to the brim with 182's cock. "So good…" he muttered out, eyes focusing back on the male between his legs.
It didn't take long for the younger man to fuck him again; it almost seemed like he was impatient, desperate for the pleasure again. Both of them forgot the window was wide open; Dante's moans could definitely be heard, but neither of them cared. His pace never seemed to slow down, and instead of the gentle pace he had before, he was a bit rougher this time.
Dante's arms wrapped around 182's neck, pulling him closer. "Makin' me feel so good, baby," the nickname slipped, legs going numb. 182 was brutal, slamming into his prostate every time, forcing out lewd moans from the older man. How did he get so fucking good in the span of moving from the bathroom to their temporary room?
A strangled whine left the inmate above him, his bandaged hand grabbing one of Dante's thighs to press it up against his chest. Thankfully, the older man noticed, so he could maneuver his other thigh to make up for the fact that 182 couldn't grab that one, given he only has one arm. What he wasn't expecting was his knees being placed on 182's shoulders, and he went from a missionary position to a mating press.
"Oh fuck!" He couldn't stop his body from shuddering, 182 felt so much deeper in this position. He felt so fucking deep in his gut. He should've scolded him for using his injured hand, but he practically couldn't. Speaking past the moans and strangled breathing from how rough 182 was being was impossible.
"So good," 182 moaned, not once had he ever looked away from Dante's face, almost obsessed with staring at it. "Can't stop."
Dante was clawing at his back, his voice starting to get scratchy from his moans. He barely managed to get out, "Kiss me."
"…Kiss?"
Ah. Of course, he wouldn't know what a kiss is either. Dante could feel his heart soar as he realized how many firsts he was of 182's. "Lean down," he slid his hand from 182's scratched-up back to the back of his neck, pushing him lower so their lips would collide.
The kiss was lowkey awful, teeth rubbing, ragged breaths, tongues not knowing where to go, and 182 drooling all over him. Did Dante get disgusted by the drool? Not at all, he actually kinda liked it. That just meant that his ass felt so good 182 forgot how to swallow.
Each time 182 slammed into him, his stomach would bump into Dante's balls, causing his cock to jump and slap his own stomach. It was exhilarating. The kiss was barely able to cover the sounds they were making. Anyone walking past their window would easily be able to tell what was going on in there.
They were both locked in on their little world, so focused on the way each other felt, the way each other tasted, and how they sounded. 182 still didn't moan much; he mostly only made raspy breaths, but Dante was so fucking loud. Ha! They were probably going to get a noise complaint.
182 never detached from his lips, so Dante couldn't warn that he was about to cum. His orgasm hit him like a freight train, his legs quivering against 182's shoulders, toes curling. He spilled all over his stomach, but not once did 182 stop. No, that fucker kept going, abusing his prostate even more.
"Mm! I… already came!" Dante managed to utter against 182's lips, but that man didn't seem to care. It was only when Dante opened his eyes that he realized 182 never closed his eyes during the kiss. Dante had to turn his head to stop the kiss, but that just made 182 latch onto his neck.
The younger man started to suckle underneath his earlobe, desperate for his lips to keep moving. Dante was a mess under him. His old body wasn't used to all this much pleasure, attacking him all at once in multiple locations. Tears pooled in his eyes, draining down his face. It was a miracle his glasses stayed put.
182 could feel Dante's heartbeat through his carotid artery; his lips pulsed from that subtle beat. Each suckle against his skin, and he can feel more of them, a sign that Dante was alive and under him. A sign that grabbed onto something possessive inside the younger man, a yearning for him that made his own heart tremble.
Dante was crying under him, trembling and weak; the overstimulation was killing him in the best way possible. His cock was leaking all over his stomach; each thrust and slam into his balls made it leak more and more. He wasn't even sure if it was precum or actual cum, maybe both. 182's muscled body was so huge against his own lanky body that he couldn't even look down to see his own stomach.
It wasn't until 182 finally came inside him that he pulled away to get a look at how wrecked the older male was under him, that Dante got a break. His whole body was weak and trembling; he couldn't even feel his legs.
"Was I good?" 182 asked, hopeful eyes boring into Dante's watery ones.
"Yeah. Yeah, so fucking good. No more, though. I can't… fuck, I can't feel my legs," Dante sputtered out, legs falling to 182's hips. He looked at his stomach; he had cum so much. But honestly? He couldn't even be bothered to clean up.
Instead, he plopped his head back against his pillow, the cum dripping out of his ass making a mess of 182's pillow under his hips. He could just feel the energy in the air that 182 is sad that he can't continue. He couldn't stop the smile on his face, 182 was just so cute (when he wasn't killing someone that is).
Patting the spot next to him, Dante rolled onto his side, sliding 182's pillow between his legs. He invited the younger man to lie with him. He made a mess of his pillow; it was the least he could do. Dante could feel that he wasn't going to stay awake much longer. He was in his late 30s, and multiple orgasms, along with his lack of nutrition, were doing horrible things to his stamina.
He was right, as soon as 182 moved into his arms, Dante was out like a light. 182 pulled him close, feeling his warmth and heartbeat even more. What was it called that they did? A kiss?
Watching the sleeping man, he pulled off his glasses and put them to the side, remembering he always did that. Leaning forward, he brushed their lips together. His own lips were extremely rough compared to Dante's. He loved the feeling of his soft lips. They had to kiss more; he liked this feeling. 182 didn't really know what love meant, but he didn't want Dante to leave him.
He would get very, very sad if he left. So, he was going to make it physically impossible for him to leave. He did it before, tracked Dante from so far away; nothing can stop him now. 182 kissed him one more time before watching him a bit more before falling asleep.
For once, 182 had a deep sleep. So much so that Dante couldn't even leave his arms without slithering out. Somehow, still not waking him.
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a/n: i locked tf in on this what. anyways i wanted weak hero headcanons so i wrote some lol
characters - gray, stephen, ben, alex, gerard, teddy, donald and wolf ^^
gray yeon / yeon sieun
➤ definitely enjoys mutual silence as a hangout session, just sitting in silence as you two do your own thing (he’d be studying lets be honest here) but he’d prefer if you were at least in his peripheral vision
➤ would not be the first to confess, but would probably be too obvious with his admiration towards you. constantly looking at you, helping you study, the first to fight back if you’re getting bullied. mans can’t stop staring at you. he doesn’t really flirt either
➤ since he has a motorcycle license, if he gets the chance to drive again, he will gladly take you out on a date that way. enjoys your arms wrapped around his waist as he drives, your head pressed against his back.
➤ genuinely does not care if you’re shorter or taller than him, he prefers to be the little spoon. loves to stare at you with his pretty eyes, sometimes you can’t tell what he’s thinking but he looks content, just happy to be looking at you.
➤ enjoys foreplay the most, he knows exactly where to press, fondle, when to speed up and slow down. he spends the most time on foreplay because he can only last one round, so he wants to make the most out of it.
➤ loves, loves, loves to praise and be praised. a king of aftercare and prepping, he’s researched so much just in case y’all ever got to that point. you’re definitely his first time, so he’d be so nervous and worried he won’t be able to satisfy you
➤ about 5 inches, probably a little smaller but he will not let you measure him. keeps it regularly trimmed, he doesn’t have that much hair down there anyways. would like it if you trimmed it. very quiet, letting out a few suppressed moans if he’s close but normally quiet
➤ as for positions, he doesn’t really mind at all. doesn’t mind if he’s being dominated either, as long as it's you, he does not care at all with what you do to him. i feel like he would prefer to see your face, kissing you as you both finish together
stephen ahn / ahn suho
➤ if you’re struggling on a subject, he will gladly help. he’d honestly let you copy his homework if we’re being so honest here, he’d tell you the correct answer even if he purposefully wrote the wrong answer on his paper.
➤ enjoys coffee and library dates, grabbing a book he thinks you’ll like and vice versa and you just sit around to read the books. he’d reach over, placing his hand on your thigh or maybe your knees will be touching.
➤ he does tend to get jealous if you hang out with gray when he’s away. he knows you like him more than gray but there’s just a small lingering doubt that can easily be kissed away. he enjoys kissing you all over your face, his favorite places are your eyelids, nose and mouth
➤ if you were dating or were friends throughout his coma, he would feel very depressed that he missed so much of your life, wishing he would’ve been there for you. but you can easily reassure him of your love, telling him that you have the rest of your lives to spend time together
➤ a very lazy top, enjoys watching you fuck yourself on him but that doesn’t mean he’s submissive. he can sometimes if he’s feeling for it, but the majority of the time, he’ll tell you what to do. praising you for doing so well
➤ i feel like he tends to like being clothed while fucking, something about clothes fully askew to reach your sex, getting the fabric coated in his cum turns him on.
➤ about 5.75 inches, a little bit of girth to him. doesn’t trim that often, but would prefer it if you trimmed it. i feel like he doesn’t have much hair on his body at all, so he never has to trim much at all. definitely a moaner that whines when he’s close
➤ loves to be ridden, his hands crossed behind his head as he watches you do your thing. he wouldn’t dare move his hips and ruin the show in front of him, even if it was killing him to just buck up into your hips and cum
ben park / park humin
➤ flexes a lot just to get your attention, very bubbly and loud just so you’ll look over at him when he isn’t near you. honestly, he’d do it even if you’re standing next to him let's be real. enjoys picking you up, regardless of how much you weigh. he does it to show off
➤ sticks to you like glue, to him the world is ending if he’s not with you. loves it if you sit on his lap, like even if there are open places to sit, he’d pull you down into his lap, wrapping an arm around your waist and hold you still.
➤ genuinely the sweetest boyfriend you’ll ever get ngl, definitely puts you first before everything else. except food, he’ll devour everything, so you better watch out if he’s aiming for your snacks.
➤ loves physical touch, there will probably never be a time he isn’t touching you. hand on your waist, slung over your shoulder, holding hands, ruffling your hair etc. if you have long hair, i can see him attempting to braid it, hard focus on attempt, he’s so bad at it
➤ he’s very giggly while he fucks, makes it his goal to make sure you don’t feel awkward or insecure. only time he’d ever be rough would be if he’s jealous or super pissed off but if that happens, he’s extra mindful on after care
➤ cums pretty quickly ngl, but with his stamina he’d go on for multiple rounds, fucking his cum into you. manhandles you quite a bit too, moving you around a lot, changing positions, he just can’t get enough of you
➤ oh he’s huge, 7.5 inches with a nice thick girthiness to it. doesn’t really trim that often, has a nice happy trail too. he doesn’t care about if you trim, completely shave, or have a bush. grunts the majority of the time, but moans when he’s close
➤ speaking of sitting on his lap, he becomes very flustered if he gets hard while you’re on him. he definitely prefers positions where he can see your face, enjoys some of the lazier positions too but over time he just gets so desperate for you
alex go / go hyuntak
➤ oh my pretty alex, definitely loves pda. just like ben, his hands will always be on you, clinging onto you but i feel like he is not that much of a kisser. he might kiss you like at the very least once a day but that’s it, usually the first time he spots you that day he will give you a kiss.
➤ loves arcade dates the most, even if he sucks at fighting games, he still makes it his goal you leave that arcade with a few prizes in your arms. if you win him a plushie at a claw machine, he will probably sleep with it on his bed, if it's small then maybe on his bed headboard.
➤ he’s aware of his anger issues but he just gets so jealous when others flirt with you while he’s right there, so you will have to tend to his wounds after he lashes out. he always feels guilty afterwards, worried he ruined the date, not cause he beat the shit out of someone, they deserved it
➤ enjoys taking photos with you, giving you his jackets for you to wear, loves to nuzzle his face into your neck to smell your perfume/cologne. if you two ever fight, he will definitely isolate himself from everyone, but ben will drag him back to you don’t worry
➤ always prioritizes your pleasure over his own, every single time. you will cum before him, even if he has to use his hands and mouth at the same time. would absolutely hate it if you try to fake an orgasm for him to focus on himself
➤ doesn’t really last long, could probably last a couple rounds but if you wanted more, he would gladly use his mouth. or if you had a viberator, he would use it on you to get out those last few orgasms for you. He would never fall asleep if you’re not satisfied
➤ pretty average, about 5.5 inches, doesn’t really trim at all but he would if you asked him to. same goes with you, he doesn’t care at all with how much hair you have down there. A groaner but ends it off with a whine
➤ definitely prefers doggy style or prone when he’s fucking you, but if its just fingering or so, he would love to be on his knees in front of you. Sit on his face and he’ll gladly suffocate just to pleasure you, he’d be rock hard doing so
gerard jin / jin gayool
➤ if he catches you listening to some of his songs from his old band, he’ll feel embarrassed but also bashful. he would love to sing you a soft tune as you fall asleep in his arms, his voice was just so soothing to you, maybe even play a soft song on his guitar
➤ when his hair was longer, it was easier to hide him staring at you all the time, but ever since he cut his hair, it’s just been so obvious. blushes and quickly averts his gaze if you catch him, he just can’t believe he was able to date you. he is still very super self conscious about his scar, even if you say he’s handsome
➤ loves to buy you food, he’ll use the money from his part-time job to spoil you with. it’s not much, but it's the thought that counts. if you come by the chicken shop he works at, he’ll try to sneak you a free chicken leg (but he’ll get caught by Teddy)
➤ you’re lowkey his muse, you just being there motivates him to write more music, play his guitar more, anything to see you light up as he plays beautiful music just for you. get ready for a lot of music chords to be written everywhere, he’ll probably think of a nice chord on a date and will doodle it down
➤ he’s got powerful legs from constantly fighting with them, so it would be a nice place to just grind against as he flexes his thigh muscles for you. his hands would be on your waist, guiding you into a nice rhythm against his leg, helping you through your orgasm, praising you for being so cute
➤ enjoys fully bottoming out inside of you and just sitting there, pressing a hand against your stomach with a smirk, bragging about how small you are compared to him, watching as your legs shake from the stretch of his thickness.
➤ a nice 6.25 inches with a nice thick girth to it. definitely trims very short, but on you i think he would prefer it if you had more of a bush. a loud moaner, he is a singer after all, his moans probably sound heavenly in your ears
➤ prefers the mating press position the most or perhaps full nelson. loves to fully dominate you, folding you in half. he’s tall so it’s very easy for him to make you feel so much smaller than him. definitely loves to give oral, he’s skillful with his tongue
teddy jin / jin taeoh
➤ if you’re feminine, there’s a high chance that people who have no idea who he is will think you’re lesbians because he’s just so pretty. definitely lets you mess with his hair, if you need his pony tail for something, he will willingly give it to you.
➤ a lot of the very first dates you’ll have would be him asking if you wanted to come to his house to visit Co, but then he’d get jealous that his cat is getting all your attention. if the cat is laying in your lap, he’ll pluck Co right out to replace his head in that vacant spot.
➤ he’s very gullible, so he falls for a lot of things, so it’s your job to make sure he doesn’t fall for something he shouldn’t. he also really loves to tease you, messing around with your hair, sticking things into your pockets as he walks past.
➤ buys you brand items to match his own, definitely loves matching couple outfits or just the vibes of the outfits matching. he’ll even let you wear his jackets as well, theres going to be cat fur in them though, that is inevitable. he likes cats after all
➤ definitely ties his hair back as he goes down on you, but his hair will completely fall out of it as your hand grabs onto his hair as he pleases you. he’ll probably use the hair tie to flick against your sensitive nipples or to tie your hands up.
➤ a rough fucker, you’ll be having bruises on your waist from how hard he was gripping onto you as he fucked into you. leaves a lot of marks over your skin, claiming you to be his, leave marks on his body as well, he encourages it
➤ about 5 inches, fully shaved. he would definitely prefer you to be fully shaven as well or at the very least trimmed very short. he is not a fan of a bush at all. more of a grunter, but lets a nice lustful groan escape sometimes
➤ enjoys putting strain on your muscles with unique positions, very sadistic in the way he manhandles you, smirking down at you as you can only writhe under him. If you’re on top of him, he will fuck into you every time you sink down on him. You’ll probably never be able to dominate him, but there may be days he’ll willingly let you
donald na / na baekjin
➤ loves buying you gifts, jewelry, clothes, literally anything. you stare at something a little too long and he’ll assume you want it and buy it. however, he doesn’t buy you flowers. he’ll probably buy you some when he confesses but that’ll be it
➤ will show up at your house unannounced, most likely with tense shoulders and completely exhausted. give him a back massage and he’s yours for life. enjoys resting his head on your lap, especially if your head is blocking the light
➤ regrettably, Union comes first a lot of the time, but once he finally has time to himself, he’s immediately glued to you. that is if you’re not also in his office with him. he enjoys it when you visit him just to give him a snack or a drink when he works
➤ the most possessive man you’ll ever see, he fucking hates it if other people have their eyes on you, regardless of who they are. he’d use you to help in meetings, especially with the older ceo’s bringing ladies to intimidate him. he’d sit you on his lap and stare at them all cocky
➤ loves it if you’re loud, he lowkey might just fuck you in his office and not give a shit if the other Union members hear. If anyone says anything, he’ll silence them with his fists ^^ very cocky and urge you to be louder
➤ definitely an orgasm denier, both to himself and you. He’ll stop or even completely pull out if you’re close, loves to make you super sensitive, begging to cum, but the more he denies your orgasms, the better it’ll feel
➤ on the longer side, probably 7 inches? But on the thinner side in terms of girth. Trims regularly, if it gets too long it bothers him. he wants you to be trimmed as well, doesn’t mind fully shaved but doesn’t like a bush. A groaner with a bit of a growl
➤ loves being in complete control during sex, you will not be able to dominate him. If you’re riding him, he’s still fully in control and will force you to cockwarm him if you’re getting close
wolf keum / keum seongje
➤ if you smoke he will share his cigarettes with you, if you pull out your own cigarette, he will pluck it out of your hand and toss it. you will share his cigarette, this is a threat. enjoys sharing food with you, sometimes shows up at your house with some snacks he got at the convenience store because he thought of you
➤ not good at comforting at all, if someone is messing with you or made you cry, his first thought would be to find them and beat the shit out of them, then it will be comforting you. very awkward with physical touch, but hugging him feels divine, you just feel so safe in his arms.
➤ his 3 second staring rule will also apply to you, since his eyes will always be on you, he will be able to easily tell if someone is staring at you. if they stare at you for three seconds, it's game. definitely fights in front of you to impress you, but a lot of the time it backfires because you scold him about getting injured because he’s a masochist and enjoys getting hit. you’re his designated glasses holder now
➤ makes it very obvious you’re his, everyone will think y’all are dating before you even start tbh. he’s definitely the one who fell first, he just tried to push it off as long as he could, not wanting to ruin what he had with you
➤ definitely very rough in bed, he will have you cum a few times before he even enters just to make sure you’re all sensitive for him. he has high stamina, so good luck surviving with him. enjoys using his mouth on you, definitely a huge biter
➤ if you’re being too loud, he will shove his fingers into your mouth to muffle you. But if you’re still being too loud, he will slow down and tease you. will threaten to pull out if you don’t quiet down. but if you’re too quiet, he’ll make it his goal to make you more vocal, overstimulating you a lot.
➤ a nice 6.5 inches, little bit of girth to it, has a really nice vein on it. doesn’t really trim often. he’d prefer if you trimmed but it’s not a necessity. he’s a growler
➤ a lot of the positions y’all do, he is always on top. very rarely he’d let you ride him, he prefers to be the one in control. his glasses do tend to slide down his nose a lot as he fucks, a lot of the time he doesn’t even notice, his eyes are on you or shut tightly in bliss.
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Tags: Caleb x fem!Reader, smut, gun play, dead dove, caleb is a walking red flag in this one, the gun goes WHERE???
An: So um… I’m obsessed with him, and I sincerely apologize for writing this.
No, you’re absolutely right. Sylus would never fuck you with his gun. He cherishes you, worships your body as if you’re a goddess who fell into his lap. He’s too weary of accidentally hurting you. He couldn’t fathom shoving an object of war inside your pretty little pussy, the most safest of places that he knows. It’s a blasphemous thought really.
but you know who would do that…
“C-caleb, th-that… oh my god… what are you doing-? Mmph! Shit,” you gasp and pant, looking down between your legs to marvel at the black weapon adorned with silver attachments sliding through your slick folds.
Caleb’s lilac eyes are on you, watching you from between your knees, and he has a satisfied smirk on his face as he watches the confusion, fear, and arousal take precedent on your face.
This type of debauchery is only something you could take part in with someone you trust with your whole life. Caleb already knows all your secrets… What’s one more sick kink to add to his arsenal of blackmail?
“What’s the matter, pipsqueak? This is only such a small step up from my hand.” He taunts, raising his robotic arm up to give you a teasing wave.
His other hand is carefully dragging the handgun up and down, watching as you coat his gun in the most beautiful of shine. Truthfully, he’s considering doing this with all of his guns. He needs his pretty girl to christen all of his weapons. You know… for luck.
“Ah-!” you gasp and tense as you feel him aim the weapon right at your small bundle of nerves, applying a small amount of pressure before he skillfully maneuvers the gun in small circles.
Your hands are fisting at the sheets, slightly pulling at them as you try to take your mind off of what’s happening to you. He’s using a gun to bring you to the edge, and the worst part was you’ve never been this close to finishing so quickly before.
Your stomach tightens, and you’re on the cusp. Your legs try to clamp around Caleb’s arm and the gun, but his other hand presses to your knee and forces you to keep your legs open.
“Tsk. Come on. Let me see~ I wanna see you unravel on my gun,” his eyes are glimmering with mischief and perversion as he applies more pressure, and he flicks his wrist in tighter circles, pinpointing your pleasure center down with such ease.
“Fuck-! Caleb… I-“ you can’t even get the words out before you feel your body snap like a bowstring. Your pleasure ripples through your body in waves as your walls clench around nothing.
“What a pretty sight,” he murmurs proudly as he finally relieves some of the pressure. “I wanna see it happen again,” he proclaims, sliding the gun further down towards your entrance.
“Wait- You can’t be serious, C-caleb,” you choke out, squirming backwards on the bed away from the handgun being pointed towards your very core.
“Dead serious, pipsqueak,” he affirms as he gives you that cold gaze he’s mastered since becoming a colonel. “What? Don’t you trust me?”
He flips the gun upside down, tilting the handle towards your clit as the muzzle plugs your entrance.
Your body vibrates with anticipation, and you find yourself stilling for him. Some deep depraved part of you is just as enticed as it is repulsed.
“Look at you being such a good girl,” he purrs, pressing a kiss to the inner part of your knee before he slides the barrel of the gun inside you.
“O-oh!” you gasp, arching your back off the bed as you squeeze your eyes closed. The metal isn’t very cold anymore, and it’s adequately lubed with your arousal from earlier.
“Shh, shh.” he whispers as his hands slowly work the gun further inside you. His eyes are enamored with the sight of your puffy folds, happily swallowing his gun like the needy slut you are. “Feels good to let go, don’t it?”
You’re too focused on the feeling of his gun slowly sliding in and out of you. Your warm walls hug around the barrel. You’re completely baffled at how you’re getting so turned on from this. You should be scared out of your mind, but instead, your hips are rolling, trying to seek out more stimulation from the weapon.
“Sooo eager. God, you’re so beautiful,” his voice is husky as he whispers. He can feel the strain in his pants from his erection, but he’s not looking to relieve himself. This is all about you.
He tilts the handle of the gun upwards, pressing the butt of the handle against your small bundle of nerves. The angle of the gun making it possible to stimulate twice as much.
“Oh my— shit, Caleb!” you’re stumbling over words as your cunt flutters around the gun. You’re already close again.
“That’s right, pretty. Cum on my fucking gun. Come on. Give it to me,” he demands, gripping the gun tightly with one hand as he’s pumping it in and out quicker. The sound of metal clicking and squelching echoes in the room.
His face is twisted in pure concentration, and his muscles flex with each time he moves the gun inside you. His chain bouncing around his neck as he works you down.
Your body goes taut, and you lift your hips up off the bed. Your slick is gathered beneath you onto the sheets. You’re dripping.
Your ears begin to ring, and you shout his name as you squeeze around his gun. His hands become more methodical, pumping the gun leisurely with his hand.
You can hear him let out a low growl as he watches your pussy constrict. You’re such a pitiful thing — trying to milk his gun as if it could even give you anything.
You’re gasping for air as he slowly pulls the gun out of you. Its shiny metal was glistening in your slick. Caleb smirks to himself, knowing that every time he cleans it, he’s going to have to plunge it into you again.
“Messy girl,” he grins as he admires his weapon. He then slowly brings it up to his lips before his tongue lulls out, and he licks your juices straight off of his gun, savoring your taste.
“You’re sick,” you pant, unable to tear your eyes away from the downright pornographic sight.
“Says the one who just came on my gun like a psychopath.”
