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ART USED: Old Woman Frying Eggs, Diego Velazquez (1618)
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Diego Velázquez (1599-1660) was a Spanish painter, the leading artist in the court of King Philip IV of Spain and Portugal and of the Spanish Golden Age. He was an individualistic artist of the Baroque period.
Genre: Established relationship; slice of life; smut; pwp with some fluff
Warnings: Cussing; fingering; oral (F-receiving); hot and sweaty unprotected sex in a committed, monogamous relationship; dirty talk; ass-slapping (his and hers); semi-rough sex; subtle switch behavior; creampie
Word count: 2.1K+ words
Summary: If there was anything that made you feel un-sexy, it was heat and humidity.
A/N: Nothing like horny word vomit to break my writing drought–thanks, Namjoon for hopping on Weverse live today leading me and @roaminginthenights to collectively lose our shit and spiral into some deep, clownery abyss 🤪
“I told you we should have bought that air conditioner when it was on sale!” You grumble in bed. Your portable tower fan was fighting for its life, failing to cool you both down.
You’ve both been tossing and turning in bed for over an hour. You’re in the midst of a heatwave this week, and although it usually cools down in the evenings, there was no reprieve tonight. To make matters worse, it was also humid.
Genre: Established relationship; slice of life; smut; pwp with some fluff
Warnings: Cussing; fingering; oral (F-receiving); hot and sweaty unprotected sex in a committed, monogamous relationship; dirty talk; ass-slapping (his and hers); semi-rough sex; subtle switch behavior; creampie
Word count: 2.1K+ words
Summary: If there was anything that made you feel un-sexy, it was heat and humidity.
A/N: Nothing like horny word vomit to break my writing drought–thanks, Namjoon for hopping on Weverse live today leading me and @roaminginthenights to collectively lose our shit and spiral into some deep, clownery abyss 🤪
“I told you we should have bought that air conditioner when it was on sale!” You grumble in bed. Your portable tower fan was fighting for its life, failing to cool you both down.
You’ve both been tossing and turning in bed for over an hour. You’re in the midst of a heatwave this week, and although it usually cools down in the evenings, there was no reprieve tonight. To make matters worse, it was also humid.
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