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Narcisse Snake Dens

The dens are the winter home of tens of thousands of red-sided garter snakes (Thamnophis sirtalis parietalis). These pits are the largest concentration in the world of this particular type of snake. Their winter dens are subterranean caverns formed by the area’s water-worn limestone bedrock. In the spring, they come up from their dens to the snake pits, where they engage in mating rituals. Then they disperse into the nearby marshes for the summer. The conservation area is open to the public. The snakes are most active during the spring and fall - in late April to early May, which is the mating season, and also in early September, when the snakes slither back down to their winter dens.

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Pete| Lingerie |Dunne

Title; Lingerie

Pairing; Pete Dunne/Reader

Words; 2669

Summary; The way you’re wrapping around me is a problem.

Warnings; NSFW. Smut. Public sex. Lingerie. Latex free. Choking. Smut for smut’s sake. liiiggghhhtttt dom/sub.

A/N: Loosely based off of THIS imagine. Smut on Easter… I’m a terrible Catholic. Still trying to recoop what was lost in the Great Sam Is Bad At Computers Meltdown of 2K17.

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DATING!ONG SEONGWOO

Well now, dating this little shit right here would include:

  • first of all, laughs for days
  • you won’t have a moment to feel sad when you got Ong by your side
  • see what i did there *shoot*
  • he would crack a joke in the most inappropiate moments 
  • and sometimes it would be annoying cause he can’t keep quiet and keeps making derp faces and embarassing you in public
  • but you love him anyway cause he keeps making you smile
  • SO MUCH TEASING 
  • Like literally all the time 
  • you want him to share something with you? “buy your own yo”
  • “seongwoo it’s just one minute, please give me the mirror a bit”
  • “It’S jUsT oNe MiNuTe, PlEaSe GiVe Me ThE mIrRoR a BiT”
  • but he ends up sharing eveything with you, it’s just that he enjoys teasing you and seeing you flustered so much 
  • but really, your smile is the most precious thing for him 
  • he would like watching you as you get your make-up done and most likely would start commenting on it
  • “i don’t think the shade looks good on your skin” 
  • and you’d be like “are you kidding me seongwoo?! i spent 40 minutes on this” 
  • “i’m just saying, you know, it’s not my fault” 
  • and when you slap him he would give you a backhug and kiss your neck while staring at you both in the mirror
  • “you’re lucky you have a hot boyfriend, babe”
  • “fuck you seongwoo” 
  • “you sure you can handle me?”
  • i feel like he would love showing you off to his friends
  • like “you see her? yeah, she’s mine, that’s my girl.” 
  • pet names would be a common thing and besides the usual “babe”, “honey” he would call you something funny or stupid 
  • like “cupcake”, “honeybunch”, “dumbass”, “muffin-top”
  • you would always bug him about how much time he spends with daniel and how he should just date daniel instead of you
  • “well maybe i should, daniel honey here i come” 
  • “SUNGWOO NO DON’T LEAVE”
  • and then he would start coming back into the room dramatically 
  • “what is that? did I hear someone call for a handsome prince?”
  • “YOU MEAN PRINCE HWANG MINHYUN IS IN MY APARTMENT?!” 
  • “YOU BRAT! COME HERE!”
  • and a tickle/pillow fight would emerge and you would end up on the floor with him pinning you down while smirking 
  • he would kiss the tip of your nose before forcing you to say he is the most handsome guy you ever met 
  • and you will spend half the day on the floor cause you wouldn’t admit it and he needs to hear it from you 
  • fights wouldn’t happen often and they are short-lived all the time
  • but sometimes you would get insecure since he is so handsome and so many girls are trying to flirt with him 
  • and he sees it immediately and calms you down
  • “babe, I am jinjja, daebak, real, heol, wanjon in love with you”
  • and you would laugh cause gosh he’s so amazing 
  • always holds you close with one hand resting on your waist and giving glares to anyone who dares to give you a second-look
  • he would be really well-mannered when meeting your family 
  • complimenting everyone so they are all just “aww, such a handsome young man with such good manners”
  • but then he would just do a dumb shit in the middle like
  • you asking “daddy can i get the salt?” 
  • and he also reaches for it as everyone stares at him 
  • “oh… i thought she said darling, my bad” 
  • so he laughs it off cutely and no one suspects a thing
  • *JUST GO BACK UP IF YOU’RE UNDERAGE*
  • but under the table he probably has his hand on your thigh and is creeping up higher and higher 
  • until he finally reaches your core and decides to tease you by massaging it quite a bit 
  • while he maintains eye-contact with you and tells your mother how beautiful you are and how lucky he is to have you 
  • and then he would do that stupid move of dropping his fork under the table just so he can give a quick kiss inside your thighs
  • “oh this little thing, it fell so far away. maybe Y/N can show me where the kitchen is to get a new one?” 
  • and when you get to the kitchen he would kiss you hungrily while finger-fucking you just to give you a taste of what you will get tonight 
  • I think  he has some experience + rather high stamina since he dances
  • i honestly think he would be one of the best at oral
  • lots of tongue work and wet kisses all over your private area and thighs
  • loves hearing your moans and you putting your hands into his hair pushing him against you 
  • would be a tease even in bed; kissing and licking you anywhere and everywhere but on your sweet spot 
  •  usually dominant but with a shade of laziness here and there  
  • would like it if you took charge from time to time and just try to dominate him
  • he would smirk from undearneath you while you kissed his neck and chest
  • “you look so sexy like that, babe” 
  • would love it if you ride him as he gets to grip your hips and chest
  • i think his favorite positions would be: you on top, reverse cow-girl, face to face and missionary 
  • he wants to be able to hold you, kiss you and basically just feel you next to him
  • a vocal one in bed, especially when receiving 
  • so expect dirty talking, moans, your name being called as well as your pet names alongside stuff like:
  • “god you’re so tight”
  • “my princess is so wet already” 
  • “oh my god, you’re making me crazy Y/N” 
  • i think he would be into light bdsm and leather 
  • also would like it if you got all dolled up for him with red lace lingerie and garter stockings even though the clothes would be on the floor in less than a minute
  • it would make him go crazy seeing you like that
Jongin - Come Home (M)

Jongin x (Y/N) scenario

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Oral sex, vanilla sex

Word count: 4552


Saturday mornings always bring tired eyes and lazy Netflix binges tangled in a blanket on the sofa. At least, they have for the past month. I don’t have anything better to do anyway. My roommate won’t be back from her home-stay for another 6 months. I’ve nearly forgotten the scent of her floral perfume wafting through the apartment as she scurries around getting ready for work. She hates her job, but keeps a smile on her face regardless. Despite frequently working overtime and off-duty business calls, not to mention lowkey harassment from a coworker (something she doesn’t trust will be properly dealt with if she notifies her lackadaisical boss), she remains optimistic. She’s like a ticking bomb. Though she doesn’t like to admit it, I know that she has a limit. It’s only so long until she explodes, and I’m not ready to see such a mess sprawled out before me.

But honestly, as I sit flipping through an endless scroll of B-movies I can’t be bothered to waste brain cells sitting through, all I can think about is one person, and it certainly isn’t my optimistic roommate. Letting the remote go limp in my hand for a moment, I grab at my phone lazily perched on my hip. No new messages. Damn. How long has it been anyway? 3 days? He could at least drop a text to say “Good morning” or “Sweet dreams” or “I love you~”. Even a “Thinking of you” would do. But he’s been completely silent for far too long (3 days can seem like a long time when you’re completely and utterly in love with someone who isn’t near you). It’s not like we promised to talk everyday, but considering that he’s 92093842347 miles away from where I am, I would be willing to hear even just a small peep from him at least once a day. He must be busy, I tell myself, setting my phone aside again as I begin to harass the remote buttons. “God damn it, there has to be something to watch on here!” And yet there isn’t. Either I’ve watched everything already or there’s nothing interesting left. So I pull up YouTube instead. Perhaps a few random tutorials and Story Times down the road, I’ll actually find something to binge on. As soon as I open the screen, however, one thumbnail catches my eye and I feel a pang in my chest. ‘170425 EXO’rDIUM in NY - Acoustic Medley’. I try to hide my frown, if not only to trick my spirits into staying light. My fingers move on their own, and I’m sucked into the melodic harmony of all the members singing Call My Baby and Love, Love, Love, and other songs he’s sung to me while I fall asleep nestled in his warm embrace. He looks so content, sitting there among his near brothers, lifting the mic to his lips when it’s his turn to sing, gazing out at all the fans who adore him so passionately. And it’s almost the same look he gives me when he comes home sometimes after work and holds me in his arms, something we aren’t able to do as much as we’d like. I know that I’m the only one who gets that extra special look, that look of “this is the most beautiful person I’ve ever met in my life”. I give him the same one.

Kim Jongin is warm-hearted to a fault. Literally anyone who meets him could tell you that he’s always a gentleman, and he’s always polite, but he also knows how to joke around. He’s the epitome of the perfect sweetheart. It’s no wonder he has young girls worshiping him around the world. But, of course, what they see on the screen, even what they are sometimes lucky enough to see in person, is only a part of the man we know as Kim Jongin. Behind closed doors he’s so much more. He shows me aspects of his personality that he’d never show anyone else. There’s so much to know about Jongin. There’s so much to understand, and adore, and protect. Although he’s undoubtedly tough, he also has a certain fragility about him, which only makes me care for him more deeply.

I just want him to come home. A month is a long time to be deprived of seeing the one person you love above all else. He’s been really good about replying to my texts of encouragement and also the ones that say things like “Oh my god, when the fuck are you getting home, I’m about to die!!!” Although I know he’s busy and probably isn’t supposed to be on his phone. I get his messages and have to remind myself that it’s not, in fact, 4am where he is when he sends them. I can only imagine how the time difference affects him. Poor baby works too hard anyway. We’d tried calling each other once only to have to keep it short because he was getting ready to go to rehearsal at 8am while it was 9pm in Korea. Before we’d even had a chance to talk heart-to-heart, his manager called him away. He promised he’d call another time or maybe even Facetime, but his schedule got more detailed as the days went by. Even before the tour, they were so preoccupied with preparations that he decided it was best to just stay at the company for the time being until after their return. Hence why we haven’t seen each other for a month. EXO’s schedules get especially rigorous during comebacks and tours. I feverishly worry for him, for all of them.

The video ends and I scold myself when I realize a tear has trickled from my eye. “Come home…” I murmur, my voice cracking. My phone buzzes and my hand has never flown so fast to pick it up. A big smile graces my lips when I look at the screen.

'Sorry, we got really busy. It’s times like these when I really, really miss you… xoxo, Nini <3’

-

The tour comes to an end. EXO is finally coming home. I’ve spent the entire day preparing dinner, creating a nice romantic atmosphere. The dining room has been expertly transformed into a more fancy setting with a table for two all dressed up with a brand new tablecloth and candle, and a little vase of lavender. I’m thoroughly impressed with myself, though I don’t like to brag. I collapse onto the couch when everything is ready, dinner only needing to be put into the oven. Holding my phone above my face, I open my texts, reading over the last message Jongin sent me. 'Omg omg omg can you believe I’m coming home to you today?!’ which was a more giddy response than usual. This is the longest we’ve gone without seeing each other in at least a year. We’ve grown accustomed to being able to be together at least twice a week. Sometimes we get lucky and EXO’s manager will secretly let me come to practice on the condition that Jongin won’t get too distracted.

'When does your plane land?’ I type, looking at the time to see that it reads 1:23pm (I got too excited and prepared everything way too early in advance, but oh well). I would go to the airport, but I’ve been warned that because somehow no one has figured out about mine and Jongin’s relationship yet during the two years we’ve been together, it’s risky to show up and have people suspect anything. We aren’t ready to reveal anything just yet, partly because I’m not famous or anything, so both of us want to protect my privacy for as long as we can. There’s no way I want to touch the surface of sasaeng territory.

My phone buzzes almost immediately. '6 more hours… >.<’ I giggle at the cute little emoji. Even when he’s not with me, he still manages to make my heart flutter just as much. I send back a crying emoji and tell him to get some sleep (if the boys will let him). And then I go to take a shower. Dinner and ambiance aren’t the only surprises I’ve conjured up. A cute little pink parcel with a silk bow tied around the handles sits waiting at the end of my bed. I’ll slip that new gem on later tonight after dinner when he least expects it…

6 hours pass by agonizingly slow. Even Netflix isn’t helping to make time fly quicker. Every now and then I’ll get a cute little text from Jongin saying he wants to call, but the guys won’t shut up so hearing each other would be difficult. I tell him it’s fine. We talked on the phone just yesterday anyway, and we got a good hour in. He says he wants to hear my voice. I reply that he will soon~

We text for a little while and then he says he’ll get some shut eye so he’ll have energy when he gets home to me. His manager has generously arranged for him to be allowed to see me first thing when they arrive. The clock ticks mockingly above the mantel piece. It’s only 4 now… 3 hours to go. It’s never felt so long. If time keeps acting like this, I’m never going to let Jongin go on tour again… But that would be selfish and how would I even be able to pull off something like that? Still, Jongin has me missing him like there’s no tomorrow.

Finally, the clock reads 8pm. 'We’re landing!’ he texts and sends an excited gif to go along with it. I chuckle to myself and jump up from the couch where I’ve been wasting time on nothing in particular.

I push the braised chicken into the oven and turn on the timer. After quickly checking to make sure that everything is in place, I go to the bedroom to make sure everything looks neat and the lingerie I bought is out of sight in case he happens to go into the bedroom for some reason. It’s a strapless black and red lace piece with garters and stockings and everything. There are even tiny pink bows down the bodice. Best of all, it fits me perfectly in all the right places~ I’ve only ever gotten one set of lingerie in the past, but after using it twice, I figured it was time for something fresh that Jongin has never seen me in before. This certainly was a contrast to the rather plain white one I had before. I was much shier then and I’d never worn anything so scandalous in my entire life. Jongin had told me then that he didn’t care if it was the plainest one in the whole world. “You look stunning in anything~” I blush remembering those words, just imagining our night steadily approaching.

I slip into a cute little dress and finished up dinner just as I get a text from him. 'On my way over~ ;)’ My stomach does flips in anticipation. Seeing his face in person for the first time in what seems like forever, hearing that voice that sounds like melted caramel, feeling his arms tightly wrapped around my figure as if our bodies are perfectly molded together, breathing in his familiar scent, kissing him with all the passion I’ve saved up while he’s been gone, these are the things that have me practically sprinting around the apartment in excitement. He’s minutes away and yet those minutes feel like 6 hours all over again.

Suddenly, a soft knock comes at my door. Without even meaning to, I hold my breath. Taking one last look in the mirror to make sure I appeared just right, I speed over to the door and collect myself before turning the knob and opening it to see him standing there, smiling bright with a bouquet of lilies in his hand. I stare at him, starry-eyed. He stares right back, his smile never faltering as we both drink in each other’s presence. He hands me the bouquet, a bashful look on his face, and my heart skips as I breath in their sweet aroma. Where did he find the time…? Breathlessly, I speak first. “Jongin…you’re home…” And then he suddenly rushes forward and scoops me into his arms, twirling me around in the air as I hold on, giggling with pure joy. He kicks the door shut and immediately attaches his lips to mine. I wrap my arms around his neck as he massages my waist with his thumbs.

“God, I missed you so fucking much…” he says in almost a whisper, his forehead pressed against mine. I smiled blissfully and caress his cheek with my hand.

“Honey, you can’t even imagine know how much I missed you.” He smirks, pecking my nose.

“I think I can guess~”

He practically gapes at the setup I’ve prepared. “Woah, you actually cooked for once?” I playfully shove him and tell him to “just sit and enjoy it because now might be the only time you get something like this from me.” He laughs and we sit, and over dinner, he tells me all about the tour and how the boys drove him nuts, but it was okay because being with them was always worth it. He tells me the story about how Sehun, Junmyeon and Jongdae got lost on their first day in New York and they had to pretend that they totally meant to be in some shoe store when really it was the only familiar thing to them in the vicinity. And he tells me about how after one show, he a few others got drinks in their rooms and he had a little too much. “The guys told me the next morning that I had been crying and acting like a total baby, rambling on about how I didn’t deserve you and how you were probably going to find somebody else way better than me and then what was I going to do because you’re my world and…” He trails off, seeing the look on my face. “Babe, what’s wrong?” I reach across the table for his hand and give it a tight squeeze. I want to hold him when I hear him say those things. What you say when you’re drunk is often what you’re actually thinking in the back of your mind, even if you don’t realize it.

“You deserve me more than anyone, love. I’m not going to find anybody else. Why would I need to find anybody else? I love you, Jongin. I can’t imagine loving another person quite like how I’m in love with you…” I gaze into those gorgeous chocolate pools, a serious yet soft expression on my face. He gets all shy then and grins like a little boy. I love the small moments like these. They’re never awkward, although when we do stuff like this in front of the members, most of their reactions go something like “gEt a rOom!” and “jUNMYEON JONGIN AND (Y/N) ARE DOING THAT MUSHY THING AGAIN-” or “help! the cheesiness in slowly killing me!” (of course Junmyeon and Yixing are in the corner, cooing at us like doting parents).

After I’ve put the dishes away, I tell Jongin to wait in the living room while I change into something a little more comfortable. Unlike the last time, I feel not a tinge of embarrassment while putting on my lingerie because I know Jongin genuinely loves this kind of surprise and would never want me to be ashamed of showing him my body. And the hungry look he gets in his eyes when we do these things is honestly the hottest look in the universe, way more so than what he displays on the stage. Once everything is in place, I sneak back out into the living room. He sits on the sofa with his back towards me. 'The perfect opportunity’ I think, tiptoeing over to him. I lean down and cover his eyes with my hands, getting close to his ear and murmuring in a husky tone, “Guess who~” I can feel his entire body tense. I remove my hands and make my way around the sofa to stand in front of him, letting my hair fall loosely around my shoulders. His jaw hangs as he looks me over.

“Is that new?” he asks, and I can hear a tinge of excitement in his voice. I nod, swiveling my hips a little. He smiles. “Do a little turn so I can see it better.” I do this, and when I’m facing him again and I can see that he’s swallowing hard, starting to imagine things.

“Do you like it?” He stands up and stalks over to me, pressing his body against mine with his hands squeezing my hips.

“Do I like it?…” His lips come dangerously close to my ear as his breath tickles the sensitive skin around it. “I love it…” I lean into him as his hand travels a little farther and grabs my ass, pulling me closer. Our lips collide and his tongue soon slithers out to fight with mine. This. This is what I had desperately waited for during those 2 months. After not having it for so long, I never knew it could already feel this good.

Suddenly, he hoists me up and I wrap my legs around his waist, our lips never parting for more than a second so that he can adjust my position to be more comfortable. He then makes his way towards the bedroom. My heart pounds with excitement. I can barely contain myself and I know he can tell. My fingers become tangled in his hair as he pushes the door shut with his foot and sets me on the bed, immediately crawling over me. I let my hands wander up his shirt to feel his toned stomach as he attacks my jaw and neck and collar bones with his kisses, leaving a few marks in their wake. He’s already got me sighing, wanting as much as I can get. As he moves to my shoulders, he pulls one of my legs to his hip with the hand that isn’t propping him up. His fingers tease down my thigh over and over and my entire body begins to tingle. Jongin pulls away for a moment to that I can assist in discarding his shirt. “Thank you, that was really in the way,” I breathe, my fingers returning to his exposed skin right away. He places a hand over mine and guides it against his stomach. His eyes bear into mine all the while, as if daring me to go further. Not just yet…

With my other hand, I reach up to grab his shoulder, pulling him down and rolling on top of him. I straddle his hips, carefully dragging my lips from his chest to his neck where I leave my own marks. They’ll fade before he needs to be seen in public again. The boys will have a couple of days off anyway. A small groan leaves Jongin’s throat and I chuckle. “Already?” As I scatter his collarbones with small but noticeable love bites, he writhes underneath my touch as my hands inch closer and closer to his growing erection hidden behind the fabric of his skinny jeans. I pull myself up to admire my work and that’s when he turns the tables and again I’m beneath him. His eyes are full of beastly hunger. I can see it dripping through his skin almost and it immediately ignites something within me. He scours my laced intimate and cocks his head, rolling his tongue against the inside of his cheek in thought. He traces his thumb over a bit of the delicate material just above my breast. “As much as I could drunk on seeing you in this,” he says in a deep voice that’s already getting me heated. “I’m afraid it’s going to have to come off right this minute.” My tongue darts out over my lips as I reach up and gently drag my finger across his jaw.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” I say, my voice laced with honey. “Take it off of me~”

He wastes no time in doing so. He promptly rips the lingerie from me and absorbs my body in all it’s naked glory. “Fuck, you’re so gorgeous~” he coos, kissing my breasts, and then my stomach, and then my hips. “How is that a person can be this beautiful no matter what?” I gently grab a fistful of his hair as he props up my legs and teases my inner thighs with his butterfly kisses. “I’m the one who gets all of this,” he murmurs, getting dangerously near to my gradually aching womanhood. “Tell me how you want me to make you feel good, baby~” His lips press against my thigh again. “Here?”

“Yes…” I breathe. He kisses a little closer to my core.

“Here?” The heat within me only grows. I nod.

“Yes~” His lips inch closer.

“How about here?” A soft whimper emerges from my mouth. I need him already! He finally kisses my womanhood, which is becoming wetter by the moment. “And what about this spot…right here?” His tongue flicks out and I slightly arch my back, squeezing the fistful of his hair a little tighter.

“Yes, Jongin!” I moan. He laughs breathlessly.

“So that’s the spot, hmm?” His tongue teases it again. My lips purse. “Should I keep doing it like this for a bit?” He gives a long lick right up to the tip of my folds. I nod enthusiastically. I hear him do that smug grin he always does when he’s about to do something really “good”. All of a sudden, his tongue begins to swirl around my core, pumping in and out, swirling, in and out, more spirals. I’m a writhing mess, but his hands on my waist keep me grounded. I can tell he enjoys seeing me so vulnerable under his touch. As I’m approaching my high, he incorporates his fingers and I whine a bit at the sudden contact. One finger, then two, then three. I’m almost there. I can feel a knot twisting in my stomach, slowly growing more intense. My back arches off the mattress and that’s when he ceases his actions. I give a little noise of discomfort at the suddenly cold air hitting my womanhood. “Don’t worry, baby, you won’t be upset for long.” He crawls up over top of me again and takes me hand in his, leading it to the button on his pants. He gives a small smile, a mischievous one. My whole body is throbbing with want. I quickly unbutton his pants and he kicks them off of the bed. He’s getting impatient, too, just like I am. Now he’s just in his boxers. I eye them for a moment and then look back up at him, my hand moving to the bulge pressed against the fabric. As I start to palm him, his brows furrow with pleasure and his eyes shut momentarily.

“Look at me, Jongin,” I command sweetly, going a bit fast. He kisses me roughly and then he can’t stand it anymore. I grabs my hand and pins it above my head, tearing his boxers off and letting his member spring free. My mouth opens silently as I anticipate what’s going to happen next. “Don’t go easy on me, hmm?” I say, letting my free hand slowly travel up his tones bicep.

“Oh, I won’t, so get ready.” He positions his cock at my entrance. Before I can even prepare myself, he’s pushing into me. I squeeze my eyes shut. It’s been a little while since we’ve done this, but luckily I’m wet enough so that it’s not all that painful. “Are you okay?” he asks, his tone suddenly laced with concern. I tighten my grip on his arm and nod.

“I’m fine, keep going…” He slows his pace when inserting and finally I’ve taken all of him. He pauses to let me adjust. “Okay,” I signal. Jongin starts thrusting at a leisurely pace, making sure I’m not uncomfortable. He’s such a sweetheart, no matter what. I look at him with an arched eyebrow. “I thought you weren’t going to go easy,”

“Yeah, but if you-”

“Jongin…” He knows what that means. I nod as one final reassurance that I can handle him. He inhales and all of a sudden his pace picks up. I hold back my moans for a bit, but soon he’s pounding into me and I can’t help out. I let out a loud whine and the smug grin returns as he starts to pant. My hand wanders over every inch of his body that I can reach, but he teases and places it with my other hand so that I’m completely pinned underneath him. My torso twists with pleasure as he abuses my womanhood in only the best of ways. Low grunts and groans simmer in his throat. A few moans of “(y/n)” lathered in sex emerge from his lips. The noises coming from me become more frequent, too, more needy. His name slips out every so often in the form of a cry whenever he hits a particular spot.

The room is filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and feverish breathing and whines and pleasureful moans of ecstasy. In that moment, I’m so thankful that the walls have been somewhat soundproofed so the people in the apartment next door won’t be able to hear as much. Jongin buries his face in the crook of my neck, his steamy breath trickling over my skin. I’m getting close and so is he. “Cum on my stomach, baby,” I tell him, hardly any strength left to speak. He groans in response, picking up the speed a bit. My back arches to meet his chest as his thrusts become uncontrollable and lose their rhythm. My orgasm explodes within me and I swear I’ve never felt anything so beautiful in my life. White strings of release flow out onto him as Jongin rides out my high. His breathing get more staggered. He inhales sharply and pulls out quickly before his release quirts out onto my exposed stomach. He lets out a loud groan as he strokes himself off, leaning his head back in pure paradise as he calls out my name. Once he’s finished, he collapses on his side next to me, both of us completely out of winded.

“I should have come home sooner,” he pants, turning my head to face him. He plants a passionate kiss on my lips, taking my bottom lip between his teeth.

“That’s what I’m saying.”

Once we’ve composed ourselves, he sits up and goes into the bathroom. I hear the bathtub running and a smile comes to my face. He appears again with a towel in his hand and gently helps me to wipe away the excess on my stomach. I give him a look and confirms my thoughts with the same one. 'We’ve never done it in the bath before,’ I think to myself. Oh well, there’s a first time for everything~

ignition

this is part two of my eroticism three four parter! (i’ve decided to now make it four) you can find the first part here: eroticism. for this one, there’s yet another video you have to watch to kind of understand this. but don’t worry, this is the last video you have to see! but this one is hotter than the last one, i must admit! so here’s the video: discipline

i’m so blown away by your reactions to this! i hope you enjoy this one! i should have the third part up tomorrow!


Spencer was placed in your dressing room, at your request. He sat on a velvet couch, running his sweaty hands on his pants. He had long since gotten rid of his…newly dirtyed boxers. He took in your dressing room. From what he could tell, yours was the largest room. It made sense; you were the biggest draw. You had a small fridge, a flat screen, a wardrobe rack with different costumes on it. A standard dressing room vanity. Make up, jewelry, and other beauty products were strewn across the vanity.

The door opened and Spencer stood up. 

“Alright, you know the drill guys. Don’t come in until it’s time for Discipline,” you called out. You closed the door behind you, your eyes falling on Spencer. “Hi there,” you smiled at him. You toweled your neck down.

“H-” Spencer cleared his throat. “Hi. Um…I’– I’m Spen—" 

You cut him off. “Spencer, I know,” you smiled at him. “Penny tells me all about you.” You walked behind the rack and began to unzip your catsuit.

“Penny?” Spencer was confused. Then…clarity. “Penelope,” he smiled at you, gulping as he saw glimpses of your naked body. He licked his lips. “How do you know Penelope?”


You smiled. “Penny’s good times. She comes on Thursday nights sometimes. Drag nights,” you grabbed a satin robe and slipped it on. “The one night a week that I come here and the eyes aren’t on me.” You walked over to the fridge. “Water or wine?” You asked. 

“Uh, water’s fine.” Spencer nodded.

“I hope you don’t mind if I drink wine,” you told him. “I usually need it before my second performance.” You grabbed a glass and filled it halfway. “I…uh…I’m sorry about…that,” you gestured to the door, referring to your performance.

A wave of confidence hit Spencer. “I’m not. I rather enjoyed myself.” He admitted. “And I know you enjoyed yourself too.” He raised a teasing eyebrow at her.

You raised an eyebrow, walking towards Spencer. “Is that so?” You pushed him back and you smirked as he fell back on the couch. You opened your robe at your legs and straddled him. You raised your wine to your lips and drank your whole glass. You threw it behind you as Spencer fisted your hair and slammed your lips together. 

Spencer’s hands were on your waist but one sly little hand made its way up your thigh and he discovered you were naked under your robe. “Oh…” he breathed into your mouth.

“I can’t get my lingerie wet before my performance,” you teased as you flipped your hair to one side as you gently sucked on Spencer’s neck. You moaned softly as Spencer gently scratched your thighs. “Are you trying to get me worked up?” You laughed.

Spencer chuckled with you. “Maybe.” His fingernails moved up your stomach, making you shiver. 

You placed your forehead on his. “You do know I have to go on again, right?” You softly kissed his lips. 

Spencer smiled as he felt your lips kiss him over and over again. “Yes. And since you are friends with Penny, I’m assuming you’re bringing Luke onstage?”

You laughed. "You’re good.” You leaned back. “Help me into my costume?” You asked, standing as your hand was outstretched.

“Gladly,” Spencer grinned. 

As you and Spencer put on your costume, you let him know that he could watch your performance on your flat screen.

“I didn’t notice any cameras,” Spencer told you.

“Security is good in this place,” you replied.

A knock filled the room. “It’s time, Katalina,” a stage member said, using your stage name. 

“Have fun,” Spencer grinned as he kissed your lips.


The lights once again flickered on and off, then dimmed. Another sensual beat kicked in as dancers flooded the stage, all dressed in various BDSM wardrobe. The words “Take out your frustrations on me…” repeated. The stage was filled with a red tint, opposite of the first blue performance. 

“Oh this is a whole new mood,” Tara laughed, patting Luke on the back. “Good luck.”
“Tonight…” your voice echoed. “I want a man…” you walked out to a spotlight and cheers.

Luke’s jaw dropped. You were a vision. You had a tight black lace corset on. You had red lace garters on with black, strapy heels. Your corset was tight, your breasts moving with every breath, every step. Your hair was pinned back, make up sharp, making you look fierce. You had a flogger in your hand.

You leaned against one of the dancer’s body. You flogged him as you looked intensely into the crowd. Two of your female dancers came up from behind you, one kissing your neck, the other sensually touching you. Your eyes locked onto Luke’s. You smirked and you pointed to him, beckoning him to you.

“You’re welcome, Newbie!” Penelope called out.

The same two security guards came to the team. “Hello again,” the bald one smiled. 

“Come along, tall dark and handsome,” the other one grinned. As Luke followed behind, he explained the rules. “No thrusting, no kissing…unless Katalina wants you too.” They reached the edge of the stage. “This is where we leave you.” “Have fun,” they patted him on the back. 

The two female dancers grabbed his arms and brought him over to what looked like the skeleton of a cube. There were wires and what looked like a harness.

“Oh no…” Luke groaned.

“Oh yes,” the dancers giggled over the music. The male dancers came and helped with the harness. Luke was strapped in it, his hands strapped by his sides. The same beat played as you walked towards him, the music intensifying, the cymbals crashing as the music hit a crescendo. 

You took a seat on the small step in front of the metal cube, facing the audience. The real music came in, slow and sensual. “I’ve misbehaved, done some things I know I shouldn’t do…” you sang. You slapped the flogger against yourself as you threw your head back. “I touched myself, even though you told me not to,” you pouted to the audience. “You commanded me to wait for you.

You spun, quickly crawling to Luke, your face in front of his member. “I tried…” You moved your head around, almost nuzzling the air in front of you. “But I can smell you on my sheets…” you leaned your head lower, kissing his boot. “Taste you on my skin so vividly….” You ran your hands up his thighs as you leaned back. “Daddy…I disobeyed you…Now I want you to come punish me…” you leaned back on your elbows. “I need some discipline tonight…” the chorus sang, your dancers mouthing the words. “Don’t hold back,” you shook your head at Luke as you began to stand up.

The dancer pushed Luke forward, moving his feet out from under him, the harness holding him up as he went horizontal.

I’ve been very bad,” the dancers sang. “Make me cry,” you replied. You grabbed Luke’s chin in your hands. “Oh, oh, oh,” the dancers moaned. “Daddy, make me cry…” you begged Luke, caressing his chin. You moved his body so the audience saw Luke’s side. “I need some discipline tonight…

You walked over to Luke’s back, your hand resting on your chin and your other hand gently fingered his back. You continued to sing as you walked to his legs. You rubbed his ass as you got down, crawling on your back to have your face meet his. “My heart is beating fast, shiver as he grabs my neck…” The crowd roared as the harness was lowered. “Blindfold me daddy…” you gasped out. You grabbed his face and kissed him deeply. He kissed back enthusiastically. You had to get back to the song.

I need some discipline tonight…” You pushed his shoulders as the harness spun him. Your pelvis was to his face and vice versa. You rubbed his erection as he was lowered, just a little, teasing him. Your hips thrusted as you rubbed yourself in his face. You moved to stand back up as the dancers made Luke stand upright. You walked towards him, caressing his face. You leaned in and licked his lips seductively. You were handed your flogger. 

You be the teacher, I’ll be the student…” you crooned as you walked behind him. You placed the tail end of the flogger on Luke’s neck as you tightened it, making it look like you were choking him. You repeated the previous line as you took the flogger off his neck. You pointed to the floor as you held a run. The dancers pushed his shoulders, putting Luke onto his knees.

I need some discipline tonight,” the music broke as you ran your hand straight to his member as you groped him. The crowd roared. You continued to sing, staring into the crowd as the dancers placed Luke onto his back. You sang to your dancers, occasionally whipping them with the flogger. “Baby don’t hold back…” you sang. The dancers were paired up in twos, threes, mimicking orgies and various sex acts.

You walked up to Luke’s legs, kicking them together as you walked up to his waist. You squatted, not yet on his member and bounced to the beat of the music. You threw your head back, feigning moans. You opened your mouth, pretending to moan loudly. You turned your head towards Luke, eyes connecting with his. You bit your lip as you saw the determination in his eyes. He was gonna have you and you knew it. You shivered for the second time tonight. You continued to bounce, eventually dropping to your knees and straddling him. You rubbed your pelvises together as you watched Luke’s eyes roll to the back of his head.

Usually, at this point, you’d get off your guest for the night and walk backstage, ending your performance. But, like your earlier performance, this was different. You grinded on Luke, bringing your head down to meet his. You knew your mic was off as you moaned. Under the cover of your dancers, who grinded and dancing in front of you and Luke, you placed your lips on Luke’s. He quickly controlled the kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth. You moaned again, digging your pelvis further into his, feeling yourself climb for the second time tonight. You bit down on his bottom lip as you came. Leaning back, you smiled back at him. You could tell that he was almost there by his groans and pants. You decided to help, “I’m going to have so much fun with you and Spencer later,” you whispered in his ear.

“Fuck…” Luke groaned as he came. “Holy shit,” he breathed. “You are…amazing.” He looked at you.

“You ain’t see nothing yet, baby,” you smirked at him. As the stage darkened. You climbed off of him as you watched your dancers unharness him. “Send him to my dressing room.” You told the crew.

“Wait, what?” Luke asked, rubbing at his semi-sore wrists.

“I have to take care of some things,” you gave him the same lie you gave Spencer. Truthfully you wanted him to sweat a little. You smiled at him as you watched some of the security guards take him to your dressing room.

“You were so good tonight,” Candi, a drag queen and one of your dancers, told you. “Maybe cuz of the man meat?” Candi wriggled their eyes at you.

“Definitely,” you giggled, wriggling your fingers with theirs, part of your handshake with them.

“Jay’s gonna stop by your dressing room later tonight with your pay,” Candi told you.

“Alright. Have Jay knock.” You told them as you walked back to your dressing room. You gave a knock as you opened your door. “How are my boys?” You smiled as you saw them sitting on the couch. You assumed they were talking about their experiences with you. They stood as you entered the room. You closed the door behind you as you said, “talking about me?”

“Yes,” Luke admitted. “You do that every week?” He asked, his possessive side showing. Early this time, he thought to himself.

“Every two weeks,” you corrected. “And yes, but minus the kissing and orgasms. You two are just…irresistible.” You bit your lip, your eyes drinking them in. You walked over to your rack, removing your lingerie and slipping on your robe. You walked up to them, your hands trailing through their belts.

Luke grabbed your waist, pushing your body into Spencer’s. You felt Luke’s reanimated member twitch against your ass. You moaned as you felt Luke’s lips on your neck, Spencer smiled at your pleasure as he kissed your lips. Luke’s hands moved to your waist as he began to undo your robe.

“Mmm,” you moaned. “We can’t. Not yet. Your team…is…ahh, coming,” you hissed as Luke’s teeth sank into your neck.

“And you will too,” Spencer said gruffly as he kissed you deeply.

“Please, fuck…” You groaned as Spencer’s sneaky hands reached in between your legs. With one hand, you pulled Spencer’s close by his back, and your other hand reached behind Luke’s hand and threaded in his hair. “Oh fuck…I’m…” Luke’s fingers leaned down and his fingers thrust into you. You bit down on Spencer’s bottom lip as you came for a third time tonight. You rode their hands through your orgasm. As you opened your eyes, you saw Spencer sucking on his fingers.

“You taste amazing,” Luke whispered in your ear. You could hear his suckling on his fingers.

“And you two are so gonna get it when I get my hands on you.” You shook your head at them smirking.


i hope you guys enjoyed it and stay tuned to the next one!