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Tiger Trouble

Pairing: hybrid!hoshi x oc

tw: none yet!

w.c.: 1,163

a/n: oooh! I'm so excited to kick off this series, and I really hope you all enjoy this chapter!

Today was the big day. Blaire had finally decided to adopt a hybrid, and she was now heading over to the hybrid shelter in her city. Her friend Minghao worked there as a receptionist, while her other friend, Mingyu, was one of the nurses. They had been urging her to get a hybrid for the past few months, and after considering some things, such as her living space and bills, Blaire discovered that she could just barely afford to get one. The only thing she might have to do is put in extra hours at work.

Getting out of her car, Blaire smoothed out her crop-top button-up and walked through the shelter doors. Minghao's bright smile was the first thing that greeted her, then after that was his long arms around her shoulders,

"You finally decided to get one, huh?", he asked, flaming red hair bouncing as he hopped on the tips of his toes. Blaire chuckled, nodding,

"Yeah, I did. I'm nervous, though. I've never had one, not even when I was a kid.", she said, rubbing the side of her neck. it was common for families to own younger hybrids while their kids are still young, it allowed them to leave their kids to their own devices and not have to worry about them getting bored and begging for attention.

"Don't be! I'm sure all the hybrids you meet today will love you! I'll call Mingyu out, I'm sure he'd love to see you.", he let go of her shoulders and practically skipped through the 'employees only' door. A few seconds later, Mingyu's large figure shot out of the door and slammed into her.

"I'm so glad you're here! Our groveling has finally worked!", he exclaimed, shaking Blaire back and forth as he spoke. Minghao laughed, putting his hand on Mingyu's shoulder,

"Alright, alright, don't give her Shaking Baby Syndrome. Let's get the paperwork for her to fill out, and then introduce her to some hybrids.", Minghao said, pulling Mingyu away and shoving him back through the 'employees only' door before settling back into his seat behind the front desk.

After a little while of sifting through papers, he pulled out a packet of papers,

"These are for background checks, criminal records, and animal allergies, etc. it's to make sure that no harm will come to you or the hybrid for reasons x, y, or z. Just fill this out, and then we can move on to showing you the hybrids we have with us today.", he explained, handing Blaire a pen from the desk and motioning to a seat in the lobby before returning to his work.

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Finishing the paperwork, Blaire handed it to Minghao and he looked over it for a moment before nodding at her and getting up from the desk. Popping his head into the back room, he called for one of his co-workers, Jihoon, to take over at the front desk for him. Grabbing Blaire's wrist, he took her through grey double doors, leading to a large white and pastel-colored room.

Hybrids of all ages were lounging around the room, just doing whatever, but they all paused and turned their attention to the two standing at the door. Blaire shuffled around nervously, jolting whenever Minghao gently pushed her forwards into the room. All of a sudden, the hybrids crowded around her, the younger ones pawing at her legs, making her fight back a coo.

Settling down in an area in the room, the hybrids approached her in smaller groups this time. There were a few that caught her attention, but none that really stood out to her as someone she would want to live with. There was a sweet deer hybrid named Vernon, and Blaire knew immediately one of her friends, Seina would adore him. Looking around the room, Blaire noticed a hybrid curled up in the corner, a frown on his face.

Standing up and walking over, Blaire crouched in front of the hybrid. The hybrid's ears swiveled towards her, eyes flicking towards her as well, but never making eye contact. Blaire smiled gently, reaching her hand out, palm up,

"Hey there, um, I'm Blaire.", she said, which made him look up again, this time locking eyes. He gave a half-smile, the type you give when you don't really want to talk to someone, but you do it to be polite.

"So, what kind of hybrid are you?", she asked, assuming he was a tiger, but wanting to engage him in conversation.

"A tiger, why?", he confirmed, narrowing his eyes at her. Blaire grinned, undeterred by his stand-offish attitude,

"Awesome! I love tigers! They're super pretty and very strong. Majestic, too! I did a research project on them in, like, 4th grade or something.", she said, rambling slightly. The hybrid slowly raised his head, feeling his ego being boosted with each word. Blaire kept talking about her 4th-grade project, eventually getting side-tracked into talking about how much she hated her math teacher from the same year.

The hybrid just leaned his chin on his arms, just watching her talk. She was very animated, waving her hands around, and mocking expressions and voices. His eyes, once sharp and distrustful, were now softened and his body was relaxed. Minghao came over and placed his hand on Blaire's shoulder, shocking her out of her regaling of the tale of how Jun had almost eaten a frog.

Minghao told her it was time to leave and Blaire pouted up at him but nodded anyway. Turning back to the hybrid, she smiled at him and slowly reached up, waiting for him to move away from her. But, he didn't, so Blaire scratched his ears before mussing his hair up and following Minghao out. She gave one last wave to everyone in the room and the door shut behind her.

"So, taken a liking to Soonyoung, eh?", Minghao said, smiling knowingly at his friend.

"Soonyoung? Is that the tiger hybrid's name?", she asked, tilting her head, letting her brown hair fall over her shoulders. Minghao nodded,

"Yeah, but the other hybrids call him 'Hoshi', 'tiger's gaze'", he said, walking Blaire to her car.

"So, if I come back next week, same time, and I get him to agree, can I take him home?", Blaire asked, referring to the pretty tiger. Minghao nodded, his bright smile only growing in size.

"Well then, I'll see you next week!", she exclaimed, quickly driving home.

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After arriving home, Blaire flopped onto her bed, squealing and kicking her feet in delight. Feeling sleepy, Blaire placed her head on her pillow, kicked her shoes haphazardly onto the floor, and fell asleep to dreams of cute chuffs and sleepy cuddles.

#hoshi #svt hoshi #svt soonyoung #svt hybrid au #hoshi hybrid au #soonyoung #hybrid au #kpop fanfic

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fluffquinn · 2 years

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Ghostly Companion

* Although the fc is an idol, DO NOT SHIP IDOLS! it is weird and uncomfy, they are real ppl, not characters *

Pairing: Ghost! Minho x OC

Warnings: eventual smut, mild haunting, minho kinda teasing, more tba ig

W.C: 586

a/n: i finally reuploaded this lol, sorry for the wait. I am not stealing, my og account is @luv-quinn

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Seina had never spent more than 3 weeks away from her parents, and now, she was living on her own. God, she was terrified. Her parents had coddled her for most of her life, and still did whenever they talked to, or saw, her. It was nice to have the freedom of living on her own, but being taken care of was great as well.

So now, Seina was standing outside her new apartment, arms holding two boxes. She gave a side-eye to the rusted numbers on the wooden door as she put the boxes down, patting her body down in search of her cross-body bag. Finding it at her hip, she opened up the small pink bag to find her keys. Slotting the keys into the lock, she let herself into her apartment, letting go of the keys so the door swung open. Moving her boxes in, she placed them in the small entrance hallway, shutting the door behind her.

"Alright, let's start unpacking!", she said out loud, knowing full well that no one else was there.

Or so she thought.

After unpacking all her boxed things, Seina looked out the window, checking for the moving truck that held all her furniture in it. Staring out the window, she felt a cold breeze go over her spine, making her shiver. Looking around the room, she noted that the ac was off, as it was winter, making her frown. Turning back to the window, she noticed that the moving truck was now parked in the building's driveway. Seina just chalked the strange breeze up to a faulty window or ac.

Unlocking her door, she rushed downstairs to help the movers with her stuff.

After a good few hours of more unpacking, Seina paid the movers and thanked them for their help. Stepping back into her new home, she looked around at how much nicer the somewhat small place looked with furniture in it. Settling down on the couch, she pulled out her phone, ordering a pizza from the nearby store before grabbing the remote, and turning on some random soap opera. Scrolling through her Instagram feed, she jumped when the doorbell rang.

"Finally! I'm coming!", she yelled out, grabbing her wallet and opening the door. Paying for the pizza, she thanked the young delivery boy and sat down again, setting the pizza box on the mahogany coffee table in front of her. Alas, it was only a matter of time before Seina got invested in the soap opera playing, downing half of the pizza, and now crying as her favorite couple broke up for the third time in a season.

"Nooo, not again! You're supposed to be soulmates!", she cried, mascara leaving evident tracks on her rosy cheeks. Turning to bury her face in the pillow, she only took a few minutes, but she was out like a light, tv still playing the dramatic scenes she obsessed over. She didn't feel the cold touch on her cheek, somehow wiping away the mascara on her cheeks and under her eyes. Instead of waking up, she just snuggled further into her pink cat-eared pillow.

A soft male laugh sounded out through the room, making the sleeping girl unconsciously smile.

"Goodnight, strange girl. Sweet dreams."

#minho #lee minho #skz minho #minho smut #lee minho smut #Ghostly Companion #ghost!minho #kpop #skz

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fluffquinn · 2 years

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Ohhh my god dilf Chan......... hard working responsible Chan with an adorable little toddler boy who wants to be just like daddy, doing his homework and coloring in apples on the floor next to Chan's desk while he mixes tracks and produces banger after banger, wanting to work as hard as his dad does. His kid copies everything he does. Chan pauses to get coffee, junior is following at his heels, pulling an apple juice or banana milk from the fridge. Chan sighs and puts his hands on his face while he tries to figure out this bass riff, kiddo sighs and puts his hands on his face while he tries to figure out how many sides a triangle has.

And of course he needs a babysitter. He works long hours and can only do so much from home, so you're there to fill in the gaps when his kid isn't kicking ass at preschool and Chan is still at the office, so to speak. As much as he would hate to admit this, he really has had his eye on you for a while. There's just something about how good you are with his kid, how much he loves having you over, frequently asking Chan if you can come with them for errands and outings. Chan is fighting with everything he has not to see you as more than his son's babysitter, especially since he knows his kid already does and is probably more attached to you than a kid should be to some babysitter. Probably because you're much, much more than some babysitter, your practically his kid's mother at this point. You know as much about him as Chan does, and are equally equipped to take care of him, and that maternal instinct you get makes something hot and heavy and intense stir in Chan's stomach.

It's so late at night when he gets back, and raining too. You figure Chan will walk you to your car like he always does, but this time he insists you spend the night. It's late and dark and raining and that's just the final straw for him, what kind of man would he be if he let you drive all the way home in those conditions? You can't turn him down, or maybe you don't want to. It wouldn't be the first time you've spent the night, but it would be the first time with him home. He's made up his mind and it makes you squirm a little. You never expected to love this job so much, but Chan is so stupid hot and he pays you really well, and his kid is sweet and well behaved on top of that?? This is the best job you've probably ever had, so you relent. He watches you fold, laughing nervously and not meeting his eye until you agree. If you knew the things he was thinking about you right now...

You find out just what he’s thinking about you soon when you find yourself folded up in his bed, climbing over you and caging you in with his muscular body. He's been so busy, he can't even remember the last time he got to sink his massive cock into a tight warm drippy cunt, especially one as cute as yours. He has you pinned down nice and tight as he stretches you open, moaning into your mouth. He fucks you so deep, so hungry for the way you squeeze him, strangling his cock, making him feel things he hasn't felt in ages. He babbles praise and thank yous studded with moans in between strings of curses. Fuck, you feel so goddamn good. From the second he popped the tip into your soft wet folds he knows he's not letting you go anywhere. And this is certainly not the last time he'll have you screaming daddy.

#any open positions for the baby sitter of a hot dilf?#asking for a friend #thank u sparky for helping me discover this fic

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fluffquinn · 2 years

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Needy Bunny

pairing: afab!reader x Nayeon

w.c.: 1.6k

warnings: wlw/nb smut, use (more like mention) of a vibrator, cunnilingus (giving), sub/dom dynamic, e2l (???), possibly cringey lines

a/n: i wrote this late at night, so give me a break. (this is a reupload, i am not stealing work my og account is @luv-quinn)

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Your new roommate was insufferable. She played loud music all the time, often singing along to it as well. Her singing was pleasant, but god damn, did she have to do it at 3 in the morning?? Sighing, you got out of your bed to knock on her door for the 5th time this night.

Sock clad feet sliding across the hardwood floor, you came to a stop in front of her door, lifting your hand to rap your knuckles against the door. The music paused for a oment before resuming, telling you she hadn't heard the knocks, or was just choosing to ignore you.

Growing annoyed, you rapped your knuckles against the door rougher, this time the sound was loud enough to get the other girl to walk to the door. Opening it, she leaned against the frame, her delicate hands unraveling her long twin braids. She gave you a small smirk,

"Well, well, what's got you busting my door down at this hour?", she asked, knowing full-well why you were here. Crossing your arms over your chest, you frowned at her, leaning closer to hear her over the loud music she left playing,

"Can you please turn the music down? I'm not saying you have to turn it off, but I'm trying to sleep! I have an exam tomorrow and I'm stressing out about it too much to have to deal with you, too!", you said, maybe over-sharing a little bit, but the statement only made Nayeon's bunny smile grow wider,

"Oh, yeah? Well, if I may propose the thought to you, I could help with that.", she said, leaning even closer to you, the slight height difference between you two making her look up at you slightly. Scoffing, you turned your face away from her, trying to hide the blush spreading over your face. Turning back to face her, you mustered your confidence and tilted your head at her,

"What? Was all this acting up just for me to fuck your brains out? Did you think that would work?", you questioned, watching with pride as her exprsson turned sheepish, clearly not expecting that kind of response. Her hands unraveled her braids quicker with nervousness,

"U-um, no! I-I don't know what you mean!", she stuttered, which made your smirk grown wider and your ehes narrowed, reaching hand out to tilt her chin up to look at you,

"Aw, is little bunny scared now that she got caught, hm? Well, don't worry bunny, I'll take care of you, if that's really what you want.", the question of consent was clearly there, wrapped up in a teasing tone and a pet name, making Nayeon nod eagerly at the prospect.

Smiling once more, you gently pushed her back into her room, backing her up until her knees hit the bed, making her tumble backwards onto her mattress. Leaning over her, you motioned to her speakers, still blaring loud music,

"Guess we'll need these after all! I'm not sure if the neighbors want to hear you moaning like a bitch in heat.", you said, your crude words both catching her off gaurd as well as sending a sock straight to her clothed cunt. Placing your forearms on either side of her head, you lowered yourself until just a simple jolt could make your lips attach. Smiling slightly, you looked at her, silently asking if she was really sure about this. She nodded, and that was all you needed to slot your lips together.

She moaned almost immediately, hands shooting up to grip your hair and pull, making you groan slightly at the feeling. Tongues dancing together, you moved your hands across her lithe body, feeling every curve and dip, brushing over sensitive places, each time making her gasp into the kiss. Pulling back from her lips, to which she whined at you, you buried your face in her neck, pressing kiss after kiss, bite after bite, to her throat, having her outright keening as you marked her up.

Pushing your self up, you surveyed the red marks over her neck and collarbones, a sinful art display of ownership. She was, for the night at least, yours.

"Hey, bunny, I'm gonna go get something from my room, so why don't you get undressed for me, alright?", you said, recieving a nod in return.

Returning to the room, you looked over the wonderful sight of Nayeon's naked body in front of you. Nearly losing it right then and there, you held yourself back, instead showing off what you had brought.

A simple vibrator. Nayeon looked from it to you with excitement shining in her brown eyes, blonde hair already messed up. Walking towards her, you set it on the table, reaching towards her and dragging her by her ankles towards the edge of the bed. She squealed at the sudden movement, but froze at the feeling of your warm breath of her glistening pussy.

Looking up at her, you bat your eyelashes, smirking again,

"You gonna let me eat you out, baby? Hm?", you asked, pressing a quick kiss to her inner thigh. She nodded, but you shook your head, making Nayeon frown,

"Words, baby, I need words. Tell me exaclty what you want me to do to you.", you instructed, to which Nayeon gulped slightly, face burning with embarrassment at such an admission.

"I-I want you to eat me out, please! Please use the vibrator on me and make me cum!", she said, voice bordering on whiny as she spoke. Smiling again, you gave her a quick 'good girl' before diving in.

Flopping back on the bed, Nayeon reached down to tug at your hair again, moans escaping her mouth as you placed kisses to her clit and folds. Licking a long stripe up her core, you wrapped your lips around her clit, sucking harshly, making Nayeon moan louder. Humming at the sound, you prodded her entrance with your tongue before starting to piston the wet muscle into her dripping cunt.

Nayeon had been so pent up since she moved in, waiting for the moment she could make a move on her hot roommate, but the opportunity had never present itself. Now, she finally got what she wanted, and the coil in her stomach was already starting to tighten.

"Please, please, please! I wanna cum, oh, I wanna cum so bad, plEase!", she half screamed, voice cracking on her last word, feeling around the bed for something other than your hair to grip. Finding your hand, she squeezed it so hard you thought your fingers might break. Pulling away for a second, you looked up at her, her juices glistening on your lips and chin,

"Go ahead baby, cum for me, I've got you."

That was all she needed, a few more licks and she was sent over the edge, her orgasm crashing over her like waves. Her throat already felt hoarse, but she felt so good,

"You think you can go another round, this time with the vibrator?", you asked, drawing Nayeon out of her head. Nayeon nodded and you smiled, leaning over and pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. Turning on the vibrator, you listened as the gentl whirring sound resonated in your ears, the music making it barely hearable.

Kneeling back down, you slot yourself between Nayeon's thighs, pulling them over your shoulders. Pressing more kisses to her folds, you gently press the buzzing vibrator to her clit, making thights tense around your head, pants escaping her lips. This time, you were a bit slower, knowing she was still sensitive from her last orgasm.

Nayeon was thrashing around, the pleasure from her stimulated pussy was making her feel light-headed. She released your hair to move her hand towards her chest, where her nipples were neglected. Pinching and rolling them bewteen her fingettips, she let out more moans and groans, feeling her second orgasm creep up on her again.

"You-You make me feel so good. Treat me so nice.", she mumbled out, trying to give back some of the praise she had recieved. You smiled laughing gently, the extra vibrations shooting up Nayeon's spine.

"Mhm, thank you, bunny. Now, you can cum now, honey, your legs are shaking like crazy.", you said. It was true, her legs were shaking so much it was getting tiresome to hold them on your shoulders. Nayeon nodded, closing het eyes and focusing on nothing but the pleasure you were giving her. The focus worked, because not too long after your command, she came all over your face again, with you greedily licking up the mess she had made.

Massaging her thighs, you turned off the vibrator, set it to the side, and smiled up at Nayeon.

"You did so good, baby, but next time, just ask me to take care of you onstead of acting up, because next time, I won't be so nice.", you warned making her gulp and nod. But, secretly she was going to do just that, push your buttons just to see how you would react.

Too distracted by her thoughts of brattiness, Nayeon barely noticed you cleaning her body up. It was only when you moved her body to tuck her in for the night did she tune back in to the real world. Giggling at her lost expression, you pressed a kiss to her sweat covered forehead,

"Goodnight, Nayeon. Please, actually sleep tonight, I'll make you breakfast in the morning, alright?", you said, making Nayeon grin and nod excitedly. Chuckling, you head back to your own room, flopping onto the bed and falling asleep almost immediately.

#nayeon smut #nayeon #twice #twice smut #wlw smut #quinn writes

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fluffquinn · 2 years

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Sometimes you read this very specific fic that just makes you feel the eyes of your ancestors looking at you in shame, horror, and disappointment

#i'm looking at you #sparky #ballelino

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fluffquinn · 2 years

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moodboard for hybrid!hoshi x human!oc called

Tiger Trouble

#hoshi #svt hoshi #hybrid au #svt hybrid au #soonyoung #svt soonyoung

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fluffquinn · 2 years

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Hi, Quinny Quinn! How is your day so far? If you're sleeping I hope you're sleeping well ♡

Also, just want to let you know that your anon is not available, in case you wanna turn that feature on!

oh is it? thank u for letting me know, Sparkles!!! my day's been really good! I started working on my hybrid!hoshi x oc story, so i'm pretty proud of myself!!

u to me most of the time

#🌌 sparky #🌌 quinn answers #sparky mwah!

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fluffquinn · 2 years

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best friend hoshi x fem reader

words: 2k

warnings: smut! minors do not interact! fingering, oral sex, fem receiving. mid-sex banter.

paging: @neonun-au @husbandhoshi

“i think i could do it,” soonyoung says, over-eager and a bit too loud. “i think i could make you squirt. i read an article on it once.”

this, of course, does nothing to assuage the flashing red alarms going off in your head. you bury your face in your hands, willing your blood to return to your brain. what’s wrong with me, you think. you had everything under control last night. you had everything under control fifteen minutes ago.

fifteen minutes ago was when you had accidentally let slip to your best friend that none of your exes have ever given you an orgasm.

(three months after a breakup might be too long for you to be justified in being upset by an instagram story of your ex-boyfriend with his new girlfriend, but last night, one of your other friends had sent a screenshot of the girl’s private account where she had been celebrating their six month anniversary. and that’s when you had shown up at soonyoung’s place with two bottles of wine and a frozen pizza. now, twelve hours later, it’s mid-morning and the two of you are still in bed, nursing hangovers with instant coffee and cold leftovers.)

“soonyoung, please,” you groan, “are you still drunk?”

“i’m sober, i’m sober!” he puts his hands up in a show of innocence. “but the offer’s on the table.”

you consider it for a moment, which is clearly a mistake, because the moment you imagine soonyoung between your legs, looking up at you with his bright eyes, you can’t get the image out of your head. “i thought we were going to do normal breakup things. you know, get my belly button pierced, eat an entire ice cream cake, the like. not—“ your throat closes up and you choke on the next word, “sex!”

“this is a normal breakup thing,” soonyoung argues, “i’m being a good friend, and you’ve been deprived.” you give him an incredulous look. “and,” he adds, “i read an article on how to make someone squirt, so i think i’ve got what it takes.”

soonyoung waggles his fingers, and you almost throw the pizza crust in your hand at his face. “i don’t think you’re waterproof, or have ten levels of vibration,” you say.

“maybe if i drink enough coffee—“

“no,” you interrupt. then, unbidden, the image comes to mind of his broad shoulders under your thighs, the muscular arms that you know he’s been working on, the abs that he hides under his comfortable hoodies and oversized sweaters, his plush lips, his pink tongue— “okay, fine,” you say quickly before you can change your mind.

“what?” soonyoung blinks at you.

“it’s almost like you want me to change my mind,” you grouse, putting your food on the nightstand and wiping your hands off on a crumpled paper towel.

“wait, no, dude,” soonyoung scrambles to his knees, putting his paper plate on top of the chair by his bed, where it balances precariously on top of a stack of sloppily folded pants. “you won’t regret it, i promise.” his cheeks are flushed and his eyes are wide. soonyoung looks way too excited, like you had just offered him free candy.

there’s a logical part of your brain, the part that has coherent thoughts and makes good decisions, and then there’s the other overwhelming part of your brain that doesn’t.

“hold on, i’ll go get a towel to lay down,” soonyoung grins, rolling off his bed and scrambling to his bathroom, and you roll your eyes as you lean back against the overfluffed pillows propped up against the headboard and lift your hips to shimmy off your pajama pants and panties, leaving you only in the oversized sweatshirt that you had borrowed from soonyoung last night after spilling half a glass of wine on your own pajama shirt.

“don’t get ahead of yourself, i can’t even cum during sex, what makes you think you can make me squirt?”

“don’t underestimate the power of the tiger,” soonyoung says, emerging from the bathroom with a fresh fluffy towel. when he sees you, he stops in his tracks, freezing in place with the towel held uselessly in his hands. you watch as his eyes grow as round as saucers and his mouth falls open in a soft “oh” as he stares, drinking in the sight. you suppress the hot itch that spreads across your skin as he stands there, his gaze traveling up your bare legs bent loosely at the knee, held open just enough for him to see your pussy. you’re already wet, you realize with a dizzying rush.

this is so weird, you think to yourself. soonyoung is your best friend. he’s been your buddy, your pal, through the awkward years of high school, through late nights in college, through failed dates and terrible exes, and now you’re sitting on his bed, legs spread, naked from the waist down. you make a soft half-strangled noise from your throat and start to bring your knees together, but soonyoung is already climbing onto the bed, arms reaching out. “wait,” he breathes, kneeling in front of you, hands held in the air almost reverently. “can i?”

you bite your lip. your best friend, kwon soonyoung, who you’re about to hook up with, looks at you with those lovely glittery eyes of his. “okay, yeah,” you nod.

soonyoung drops the towel and crawls forward, setting a hand on your knee, and you suppress a shiver at the jolt of electricity that spreads from his touch. he looks absolutely entranced. you let your head drop back against the pillows when you feel his hot breath against your inner thigh, his palms sliding up the backs of your legs to pry them apart ever so slightly. he presses a wet kiss against the soft flesh on your thigh, and you close your eyes and fist your hands in the sheets on either side of you, exhaling shakily as he licks and kisses the skin right under your hip. when you feel his finger lightly running down your folds, gathering your arousal on his fingertip, you bite down on your lip to keep from squeaking out loud.

it drives you crazy, the barely-there touches, the feather-light breaths. you need him so bad, it hurts. “soonyoung,” you gasp, hand held over your face, “don’t tease, please.”

maybe he’s looking up at you with his mind blank, mouth slack. maybe his forehead is creased in concentration. you don’t know, because all you can do is stare at the ceiling as he dips his finger between your slick, embarrassingly wet folds, and slowly slides inside you. he fingers you carefully, making sure you’re comfortable before pulling his hand back and replacing the emptiness with two fingers.

you gasp, throwing your arm over your eyes, when you feel him start to move his hand. “oh, fuck.” it’s not a painful stretch by any means, but his fingers fit just snugly enough to suck the air from your lungs and send heat jolting up your spine. “more, more,” you pant, squeezing your eyelids shut under your sleeve.

soonyoung doesn’t quicken his pace, but he does press the pads of his fingers upward, swiping against the tight walls of your cunt, searching, and then suddenly you yelp, back arching off the mattress as white hot pleasure coils in the pit of your belly.

“fuck,” you hear him groan, and then he’s thrusting his fingers in you with renewed vigor, carefully angling his hand so that each pass hits the spot that makes your mind fill with fuzzy static. there’s a shift in the mattress, and then he’s holding your hips still with his other hand, prying your thighs apart with his arms as he fucks you open on his hand.

you’re not sure what noises you’re making, because you can hear your heart pounding in your head. you whimper— you’re so close, it hurts. right there, right at the edge, but never quite in reach. “please,” you hear yourself gasping, nearly incoherent, “please, please, please,” but soonyoung slows to a stop.

breath ragged, you lower your arm, uncovering your face to look down at him, still dizzy with pleasure.

soonyoung winces. “sorry,” he mumbles, “my arm cramped up.”

you flop back down on the pillows, boneless and unbearably horny. you were so close, so close you could almost taste it. “‘s okay,” you say, staring up at the ceiling. you’re still so wet, you feel yourself gushing around the two fingers still knuckle-deep inside you.

“sorry, i think i need more electrolytes,” soonyoung says.

“you’re fine,” you tell him.

“i swear, i’ve fingered people before—“

“i know, i know,” you pinch the bridge of your nose in frustration.

“i’m sorry, i’m pretty sure this is right,” he blabbers, “maybe i should check the article again? hold on, where’d my phone go?”

“definitely don’t do that,” you cut him off. “look, soonyoung, you’re my best friend and i love you, but the longer you talk, the less turned on i am.”

“oh,” he pouts, “um.”

“look, i’ll give you a pep talk and hype you up later, but can we do this when you don’t have your fingers inside me?” you root around your head for ideas, and return with the obvious next step. “come on, soonyoung, why don’t you use your mouth for something more productive?”

soonyoung stares at you for half a moment before realization dawns on his face. “ohhh,” he breathes. “would it be weird if i gave you head? no, right?”

“please, soonyoung, just get me off,” you reply, voice edging on desperation, “anything.”

“o-okay,” somehow he flushes even pinker than he already is. you’re still looking at him when he crooks his fingers inside you and makes you gasp, mouth falling open, and you hate the way he grins.

soonyoung settles between his legs, fingers slowly moving in and out of your dripping cunt, and you feel his hot breath against you, making you shiver in anticipation.

when soonyoung’s tongue presses against your clit, you almost scream. instead, your exhale comes out in a strangled moan and your hips buck up instinctually, desperate for more. his lips close around the hood of your clit and he laps at you, drinking you up like he’s starving.

“god, yes, please,” your lips form the words incoherently as soonyoung works you, holding your thighs open, filling the room with the obscene sounds of his fingers thrusting in and out of your dripping cunt and his mouth sucking wetly at your clit, mingled in with your broken cries.

“fuck, ohgod—“ you squeeze your eyes shut as something tugs and snaps inside you, filling your whole world with white hot blinding pleasure. it crashes on you in waves, more intense than you expected, and you feel yourself clench down on his hand, back arching and hips canting up into him as you ride it out.

piece by piece, the world rematerializes around you and the ringing in your ears subsides. you blink, chest heaving as you pull in lungfuls of air to clear your head. your throat feels raw and you realize belatedly that soonyoung’s apartment walls aren’t the thickest.

you look down. soonyoung stares at you with wide eyes. “did you just—“

“that was the hardest i came in my life,” you pant, propping yourself up on your elbows. “fuck.”

soonyoung, however, pouts. “but you didn’t squirt.”

you raise your eyebrows at him. “are you kidding me? you just gave me the best orgasm of my life, and you’re hyperfixated on the squirting thing?”

“but the article said that anybody can squirt,” he says still pouting.

“it’s okay,” you sit up, thighs still trembling, “there’s always next time.”

soonyoung visibly brightens. “next time?”

“yes, next time,” you reassure him. “but if you don’t fuck me right now, i think i’ll die, and then there won’t be a next time.”

“i’ll hold you to that,” soonyoung grins, pulling his shirt over his head. “next time.”

#screaming without the s #hoshi #fic recs <3

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fluffquinn · 2 years

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I'm gonna write something for Hoshi, so bear with me it'll take a while, but, eventually it'll be out, i'm thinking hybrid shtuff

#quinn's wips #hoshi smut #soonyoung smut #svt soonyoung #svt hoshi

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fluffquinn · 2 years

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@sparkystraynger this ur man?

we get it, you’re hot

#walking like he's 6'5 #look at the cuties in the back #felix #minho #han #wanna smooch #stray kids

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fluffquinn · 2 years

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How to stretch your back the right way by Yuzuru Hanyu [x]

#sir????#yuzuru hanyu

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fluffquinn · 2 years

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When Lee Know goes to Australia does he become Lee Naur?

#respectfully #hush #i didn't need this #/j

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fluffquinn · 2 years

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luv u sparkss!!!

<333333

Incredible, but true: @sparkystraynger deserves to have a good day today.

#love is always deserved #good sparky #🌌 sparky

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fluffquinn · 2 years

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summary: hueningkai has been asking you to ride his face for the longest time. you may have brought this up on occasion, and he has been asking you about it since.

you looked at hyuka, who gave you a tight lipped smile while wiggling his eyebrows. you leaned back on your chair. shocked since he asked you in the middle of a busy restaurant.

"i could kill you." is all that you could tell him. not really understanding bis enthusiasm for it.

"i'd die a happy man." he told you, eating his burger afterwards. as if he didn't ask you something obscene.

"i'm not really confident with this," you muttered to him. while you're unbuttoning your jeans. hyuka looked at you. seeing you upside-down since he's already laid in bed. "you're absolutely chirpy for someone who's about to die."

"attend to a dying man's wish, please?" he asked you holding your waist when you sat on his abdomen. waiting for him to take his word. "i'm serious, sit on my face y/n."

"i warned you," you told him. slowly hovering his face. hyuka has eaten you out before, but not like this. somehow you can't explain what you're feeling. aroused? confused? worried? excited?

hyuka lick a fat stripe on your pussy. making you shiver at how hot his tongue is. he used two fingers to spread you apart. gently but eagerly sucking on your clit.

your breathing increased. loving how hyuka is making you feel good. you looked to the ceiling. trying to navigate your breathing better. knowing that if you let yourself enjoy too much, hyuka would ask you again for another round.

"y/n," he called your attention. making you look at him. not really seeing him but your shirt. he was pulling your waist towards him using both his hands.

"i don't want to suffocate you!" you argued. knowing that he wants you to actually sit.

"sit. on. my. face." he told you firmly. oddly, it made you lower yourself on him. maybe it was the command in his voice. maybe it was his firm grip. you don't know. you just feel good.

the pressure on sitting on him, is easily felt. like you're sitting on a hard pillow when you masturbate. he was guiding your thighs to move back-and-forth. making you actually ride his face.

"hyuka," you moaned. the tip of his nose gazing your clit. he lapped at you. it was messier than the way he usually eats you. but it's turning him on so much.

his big hands have been caressing your thighs. while he let you ride his face. clit rubbing on his nose. if it's not his nose hitting your clit it was his tongue. the feeling was overwhelming. together with the worry you're feeling.

he's making you feel really good. he was nauseous too. smelling and tasting you like he have always dreamed of. making him subconsciously hump the air. wanting you to ride him there too.

"going to cum," you whined. grabbing both his hands and stopping your movements on his tongue. "let go hyuka," you said weakly.

he only responded by sucking on your clit. moving his tongue in soft circular motions. or stiff back-and-forth movements.

"hyuka," you moaned when you came. body shaking from how good you're feeling. you rolled off of him. his hand automatically rubbing on your clit to help you ride it out.

you peaked at hyuka, since you're near his thighs. seeing him looking at the ceiling while smiling like a fool. his mouth and nose still glistening from your essence.

"i wanna do this more often," he told you. standing up to grab something to clean you up. when he came back he was already clean, wiping you clean too. "thank you for trusting me love."

#screaming crying throwing up #clawing at the walls #he's just so #hyuka hard hours

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