ABC's Of Intimacy | Hwang Jun-ho 🌶️

ABC's of intimacy | Hwang Jun-ho 🌶️

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Hwang Jun-ho Masterlist

General Masterlist

A = Aftercare (How do they look after you after sex.)

He’s a total sweetheart. Dotingly pulls you against him and kisses your temple. Jun-ho makes sure to clean you up and that you use the restroom before falling asleep to prevent disease. He’ll also constantly ask you if you’re cold, but how could you be with him around?!

B = Body part (Their favorite body part.)

On you: He loves your eyes and how they can so inquisitively watch him. Because of this, he’s big into maintaining eye contact while fucking you.

On himself: He loves his own shoulders and the way you grip at them whenever he’s on top. It makes him feel strong and protective over you.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves to see you swallow his cum, the sight of which makes him weak in the knees.

D = Dirty Secret (A secret they won’t tell)

He wouldn’t mind some kinky roleplay where he’s the officer and you’re the person he has to frisk, which will, of course, turn very sexual.

E = Experience (Experienced, virgin, etc.)

Jun-ho is absolutely not the type to sleep around, but that doesn’t mean he’s had no partners before you. The relationships he did have in the past however made him quite a skilled and experienced partner, but not only in the area of sexuality. He’s definitely giving it a full 100%, all of the time.

G = Goofy (Are they serious or silly during intimacy?)

He’s mostly quite serious when having sex with you, but whenever you’re in a pouty mood, he’ll do anything in his being to make you laugh. For example, he’ll definitely blow raspberries against your thighs, which is almost always successful. Or he’ll tickle you, which is not often something that you appreciate, but it does pull at least a smile from you.

F = Favorite Position

He really doesn’t mind, but the butterfly position gets him going. Your legs on his shoulder as he rocks into you, your hands intertwined, it makes him feel immensely connected to you.

H = Hair (Are they well groomed, does the curtain match the drapes?)

Jun-ho doesn’t have a lot of body hair and what little he has he shaves off, so he’s very well-groomed and clean below the belt.

I = Intimacy (How romantic are they)

This man is an absolute sap and would totally book a honeymoon suite just so the two of you can fuck between rose petals. He also surprises you very often with romantic trips, sometimes to make up for working late. You tell him that there is no need to apologise because you love him just as much and that his work is just very important, but you don’t mind slow sex in a cabin in the woods either.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation)

Jun-ho does not have a lot of pent-up energy since his work requires a lot of his attention, but that doesn’t mean that he sometimes needs release. He sometimes slips into the restroom when at work and will text you that he’s feeling horny, to which you often reply with a naugthy picture he can get himself off on.

K = Kinks

Wouldn’t mind roleplaying, as mentioned before. He’d also love for you to put his handcuffs on him one day so that you can have your way with him. Jun-ho is certain that it would be extremely arousing to have you going down on him whilst he’s caught in his own restraints.

L = Location (Where to do it?)

He’ll do you everywhere, but he likes to fuck you in the shower. Whenever you tell him that you’re going to wash up, he’s bound to follow and fucks you against the slippery wall. Saves water, he says, but it causes you to spend way too long under the running shower anyways.

M = Motivation (What turns them on?)

Jun-ho is not a difficult man and does not require a lot. A few fleeting touches will do, or whenever you sit on his lap. When he feels your butt against his clothed crotch, it’ll get him going no matter what. Even more if you grind against him, be it on purpose or on accident.

N = No (What they absolutely wouldn’t do under any circumstance)

He would never - ever - fuck you in public. Not if there’s a risk involved that someone would walk in on you. The idea of being caught is a huge turn-off for him, so he’d never do anything of the sort. This also means no toys in public.

O = Oral (Giver or receiver, or both?)

A bit of both, but strongly leaning receiver. It drives him crazy when you go down on him, and he can’t get enough of your mouth around his cock. You’re extremely good at it, so can you blame him?!

P = Pace

His pace is quite average - just right! Sometimes he’s slow, sometimes a bit quicker, entirely depending on the mood you’re in and how far along the line you are.

Q = Quickie (Are they down for it?)

As long as it is in a safe and secluded environment, absolutely. If you show up at the police station and he’s able to get you into a private setting? He’s totally down for a quick fuck! As long as you can keep quiet, that is, but he’ll make sure of that in quite an explicit way, much to your delight.

R = Risk (Are they willing to do anything dangerous or risky?)

When it comes to bondage he wouldn’t mind - read: Kinks. However, he’s not willing to do anything dangerous or risky when it involves public spaces and will only have a quickie in public if the space you are in can be locked up so that nobody will be able to walk in on you.

S = Stamina (How long do they last?)

One long round, where he can make you cum several times. For someone of his profession, it’s important to have a good physical condition, so has impressive control over his own body.

T = Toy (Into experimenting?)

Not really, sorry. He wouldn’t mind something like a small vibrator to increase your pleasure, but toys like dildos, strap-ons, whips and more, just scare him a little. He isn’t sure why, he’s just not into that.

U = Unfair (Are they a tease?)

He can sometimes tease you but never keeps it up for long. Mainly because he doesn’t like to keep you waiting, but maybe also a bit because he can barely control himself around you. If he could choose between teasing you to no end or getting blown by you, the choice is easily made.

V = Volume

He is far from loud, but does make some pleasant noises. Breathes very heavily, too, especially when he’s close to orgasm.

W = Wildcard (Any headcanon)

Proud to introduce you to his mom. Like so unbelievably proud. He’s a gushing mess about it and his mother adores you immensely.

X = X-Ray (What are they hiding?)

Jun-ho is quite sizable, with a nice firm head, quite long, nice and slender cock. Knows how to use it well, especially in combination with his fingers.

Y = Yearning (How high is their libido?)

His libido is quite average. He won’t jump you at any given moment, but you certainly go at it several times a week.

Z = Zzz (How long will it take for them to fall asleep?)

It takes Jun-ho not long to fall asleep, but he’s trying his best to stay awake until you’ve fallen asleep. Not that you mind if he fails to do so, though, because you love watching him doze off against your naked body just as much.

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lapeti

9 months ago

friendly reminder that this (low quality) photo of hugh exists:

why is bro standing like that. cunty ass bitch

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lapeti

3 months ago

the way this would 100% happen

Anya: Full House!

Daisuke: Royal Straight Flush!

Y/n: UNO!!!

Curly: Pikachu... I CHOOSE YOU!!!

Jimmy: WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE PLAYING

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lapeti

3 months ago

Daisuke's one got me weak omfg 🫦🫦🫦

𓇻 ft. tulpar crew x gn reader

𓇻 request. the crew's reactions to walking in on reader touching themselves.

𓇻 content. 18+ content, minors dni. potential second hand embarrassment, reader is gender neutral (no genitalia specified), getting caught, masturbation, semi-public masturbation.

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By all accounts, Curly is a respectable captain. He respects boundaries and doesn't cross the line. He's the captain, after all. Not having locks on the door is a safety issue, he knows. Just as he knows to knock. It just wasn't on his mind; he needed your help with something and you're technically available.

So he breezes right in, words on his lips and - there you are.

Holy shit, there you are. In all your lewd glory. "Oh." Then, oh. "Sorry, I'm just-" and he doesn't even finish the sentence because he backtracks and shuts the door behind him.

The thing is, that image haunts him, later. Wriggling like an infestation inside his skull. When he sees you, he acts every bit the proper superior, doesn't bat an eye. Internally, he sees flashes of skin, the way you moaned and sighed.

It leaves a lasting impression in his mind and he's so painfully aware of it. Aware of it in more ways than one because he knows nothing can come of this. It's awkward enough walking in on someone, awkward even more when everytime he knocks on your door afterwards, he's praying that you'll be nude and waiting for him.

Late at night, he remembers it, stroking himself and pressing his face into a pillow as his hips jerk, spilling himself over his fingers, wishing that it was your hands on him.

Sometimes, he wishes you'd walk in on him too.

Even Jimmy knows better than to poke through doors, especially when everybody is awake. He's never felt the need to, not with the open door policy and frankly, until this, he's only noticed you in passing.

Nimble as ever, he opens your door, irritated over something that one of the crew members had done the other day. Sometimes, he just liked to vent and rage about the injustice. You're easy to talk to, but he's never really sought you out for anything else before.

The door shuts behind him and he just stands there, previous irritation set to the backburner. Because there you are, uniform discarded and showing off your form, hand between your thighs as you nursed your arousal.

Above all else, Jimmy is a certified voyeur. He likes to watch and admire, drilling inside his head about the way your hand moves, the curve of your spine. Each individual sound. But even Jimmy has his limits.

When you're close or have already come, he slides up behind you, hot breath at your neck, thick hands skimming over your waist, to your thighs, only to settle on top of yours. "As much as I enjoy the view, pet, I'm going to take it from here." And he makes damn good no his promise.

He makes a mental note that to visit your room far more often.

Anya really just needed an answer to a quick question, relating to your latest check in to the medbay (or your duties). She knocks on the door, too softly to be heard over the sound of your activities.

It takes her an embarrassingly long time to even realize what was going on. All she sees is your huddled form. First comes the concern, her hand reaching out for your shoulder, "Are you oka-"

And you let out such a noisy sigh that she freezes. She's gotten laid before and suddenly it hits her like a truck just what she walked into because she knows what those sounds mean. Furiously backpedalling, her hand raises to her mouth. "I'm so sorry."

Quietly, she excuses herself from your quarters, ears a little red and hands shaking.

For a long, awkward time afterward, she can't even meet your eyes, even going as far as delegating the psych eval to Curly.

If you ever get injured, she performs it as meticulously as she can, her eyes tracing over every ounce of your body, trying to forget the way you moved.

Frankly, at one point, one of you would have to address what happened. But she's more than eager to ride this bumpy path until then, even if it strains your relationship with her.

Everytime she sees you that familiar, yawning ache simmers in her gut.

As much as she tried to deny it, what she walked in on affected her.

When the tension becomes too much, she finds herself sitting on her leg, grinding herself against her calf, biting the inside of her cheek as she imagines you there.

As stupid as it is, she might have maybe done it in your presence, hands trembling as she tries to keep a conversation going, desk separating you two. Other times, when it becomes unbearable, she rubs her thighs together or slides her calves against the leg of her chair, praying to god that you don't see her. (But half of her hoping that you will.)

He's been looking for you for the better part of half an hour; usually, he finds you in obscure places or with his intern, so the last place he thought to look was in your bedroom. Really, that should have been his first guess. You two were supposed to talk about something and it's been on his mind like a nagging hornet.

Sure, walking into another's room is technically frowned upon, but with all the mishaps of Daisuke barging into people's rooms (much to the disgruntlement of, well, everyone) that for a split second he didn't even consider it.

He just opens the door and - okay, so you're doing that. No wonder you were absent, so engrossed in self pleasure that you didn't even hear him stepping in.

Swansea feels too old for this, seeing your twisted figure, your cries of pleasure. So he just turns around and shuts the door, leaving you to it.

He tucks himself back into a latest project and perusing Daisuke's homework, busying himself until you're finished and in public. Not that he planned to publicly confront you about it, but because he knew everybody needed a little time alone. As small as the Tulpar was, he knew any time and space should be well spent. Even if he silently questioned your methods.

But he does bring it up. He doesn't let it slide (not like how your hands slid between your thighs and-).

Despite whatever personality conflicts you two had, he had eyes and all working parts, thank you very much. He also had needs.

Once the original topic was out of the way, he crossed his arms, expression serious when he says, "Now, it's all my doin' for bargin' in like that, but I saw something of you that I shouldn't have." He'd elaborate if he had to, "If alone time is what you're after, we've got socks for that. Toss it on your door handle and be done with it; I ain't gonna let nobody disturb ya during it."

As awkward as that conversation was, he's handled it before. He has grown kids, after all. But you're not his kid, and you're certainly grown - he's seen that. Noticed it off-hand a few times before too.

He sighs, leaning back, letting you decide when he adds, "But if release is what you're after, I know a thing or two, and I can help you with that."

All but acting like a lost puppy, Daisuke often turned to you for help in locating his missing items. Batteries, dust pan, his gameboy cartridge. (Swansea was so mad the last time he lost the screwdriver and thanked you profusely with your help locating it.) So popping in for a quick minute into your bedroom to ask for your help in locating his soap was a mindless task.

He pops in, door banging, energetic words on his lips. His brain all but sputters when your eyes connect, nude form on the bed, sprawled out, light sheen of sweat on your body, looking like a tribute straight from the gods.

Despite your hasty attempt to cover and a spew of apologies from Daisuke's lips, he can't take his eyes off you. It's like he can't even blink, so absorbed in your image that half of what he's saying doesn't make sense.

You'd have to forcibly remove him because he is rooted to his spot, unable to vacate of his own free will. He'll be banging on your door, pleading to be let back in, to talk it over. He's not sure what he wants to say - more apologies? Explain why he's there? He wants to offer help so badly.

If he's not pushed out at all, his brain ceases to function. Despite being a handsome lad, and being twenty, he's hardly been with anyone. Sure, he knows exactly what you're up to - he's done it himself plenty of times-- but all those words die in his mouth.

"Soap, I swear I'm just looking for soap," he explains, trying to rush into an explanation, the only coherent thing he can say.

He'll eventually manage to sputter, "I was going to go shower, but nowIwannaknowifyouwanttojoinme" is strewn in with "ohmygodpleaseletmehelpyou".

He's all jittery, achingly hard in his pants, wanting to touch and hear you make those sounds again. Daisuke feels like he'll go insane if he doesn't. Hands fidgeting, his fingers curl in, unconsciously taking a few steps in. He'll finally manage a coherent, "Please let me stay."