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koorminii · 2 years

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wus good/curious | bang chan (m)

❥ pairing: chan x f!reader ❥ genre: pwp (minimal), smut & angst (?) ❥ rating: 18+ ❥ word count: 2.8k ❥ warnings: mentions of a past toxic relationship, chan wants you back, you are having none of it. chan is not like chan! but he’s really hot, just really horny and a bit dark. sex club, banter, lust/hate relationship, praise, pussy eating, oral!m & f receiving, rough makeout sessions, mentions of drinking and smoking, dirty talk, unprotected sex, cum eating, petnames kinda, dom!chan, sub!reader, messy sex, size kink, teasing, edging, begging, slight humiliation, hickeys, breeding kink, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, questionable words from chan at the end. ❥ a/n: first of all, I’ve been having major chan brain rot like it’s getting bad… and most of my fics are gonna be named after pnd songs.. just like this one and relax with me because i’m obsessed so if there’s any pnd lovers hi. but actually I was inspired by U&I by the neighbourhood so definitely listen to that… and I hope you enjoy! lmk if I’m missing any tags <3 ALSO! if you plan on staying around, I have a form for kinktober that I would appreciate if you filled out so I can get a headstart <3

playlist: wus good/curious - partynextdoor, U&I - the neighbourhood, one night only - sonder, between us - TYuS

Red lights give Chan a headache. His eyes strain to see in the otherwise darkened room, the people around him just a mass of blurry figures grinding and moving against each other like they’ll die without another person’s touch.

Red lights make Chan dizzy, but the promise of what’s to come allows him to ignore it. The lights flicker and his vision fights with itself to focus. He barely registers the hand sliding up his pants when his eyes flutter shut, his drink teetering over the edge of his glass and threatening to spill on the expensive leather. It’s the least of his worries, though, because all that’s on his mind is you.

Does he regret how things ended? Yeah, maybe a little, but that’s just how things are. He can’t help his nature and he can’t give you the perfect loving boyfriend that you want. It just isn’t him. He does miss you, and if you took him back he wouldn’t complain, but he already knows what would be in store if you did. Screaming matches every night, leaving and not coming back until late the next day, fighting and making up over and over. And then sex. lots and lots of sex. His favorite part if he had to choose.

He’s not keen on hearing you scream at him while he’s nursing a hangover like he quite often is, and neither were your neighbors. Going on and on until the birds started to sing and your voice was coming out hoarse. The exhaustion was clear on your face, the resignation that this was never going to work. After a while he was just waiting for you to give up and finally walk out like you should have done a long time ago, until you actually did.

Not even a goodbye. A fuck you before driving off. Nothing. And that hurt more than anything else ever could. So does he miss you? Hell fucking yes. Would he do things differently this time around? He has no idea, and somehow that’s reason enough for him to know everything would go to shit if you two did start again. He just isn’t made to love, only made to hurt, and he has enough of something in his heart where he won’t make you go through that again.

He doesn't know why he’s here. Partying every night is nothing new to him and he’d probably be at this club tonight anyway, but the reason he is still has him pacing in his mind and wondering if he should just leave now before he fucks everything up like he usually does.

It’s not often you ask him for favors. He didn’t think he would ever hear you ask for anything ever again, so when you asked him to meet you at Le coït, the most expensive club in the city, he said yes.

Red lights make Chan lightheaded, but now he has one girl whispering in his ear and another slipping her fingers into his open dress shirt. His head lolls on the backrest of the couch, his legs spread wide inviting anyone interested to take their spot between them when he spots you. Hair fluffed out, eyes shadowed by dark eyeliner, and lips a deep scarlet red. You’re standing over him, looking down at him like a mother would look at her naughty child. He smirks. “Hey, doll.”

Looking over at him you can’t help but wonder if you made a mistake. After all, who calls their toxic ex over to them instead of running the opposite direction? He’s still as sexy as ever, and even more promiscuous after abandoning the facade of ever being faithful.

He sits up when you don’t respond, shrugging the two girls that were draped over him into either side of the couch. They roll their eyes before standing up and sneering at you on their way out. You roll your eyes, “Can’t you control your little hoochies?”

“Not my fucking problem.”

You send a glare his way and he just stares at you from under hooded eyes as if he’s examining, assessing how much you’ve changed over the last seven months. “I met you here. What the fuck else do you want?” He snaps, standing up to leer over you.

“I want you to act like you at least have a semblance of decency, and not be a dick for two seconds.” You grit, looking him in the eyes just long enough to see him laugh.

“But isn’t that what you liked best about me?”

You look down, the subject of your sharp look being the outline in his jeans. “Yeah,” you say sweetly.

He pauses, lost for words, until “What do you want?” He growls, lips pressed together tightly.

“Oh please,” you tease, “don’t act like I’m sneaking up on you and you didn’t practically jump at the chance to meet me.” Chan rolls his eyes, his jaw clenching and the only thing he wants to do is keep fighting, especially if that means he gets to talk to you longer.

“I have a proposition for you.”

“Which is?”

“I- I want us to…” You stammer, and for a moment Chan sees past the front you’ve put up and the girl he remembers. The one it was just too easy to make his own, following whatever he said until you finally put your foot down. “I want you to fuck me,” You grit, “At least to remind me of the one thing you always did right.”

He can’t help the laugh that leaves his throat. “Wow,” he grins, “You’ve seeked me out for a hookup?”

You shuffle your feet, switching your weight from one foot to the other. “If you’re gonna give me a hard time, I’ll pay you and you can act like you don’t want it just as much as me.”

“Pay me,” He huffs, “like I'm some whore on the street?”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

His eyes cut daggers into your own, but you don’t back down. He relinquished any power he had over you a long time ago.

“Fine.”

You shouldn’t, but you’re too pent up to care. When Chan’s fingers slip under the waistband of your leather skirt, all you can think about is how good he’s going to make you feel. Your arms wrap around his neck and your fingers slide into his hair and grab. His mouth opens and a puff of air is visible in the smoke that leaves his mouth. You smirk, bringing him closer and pressing your lips together. A kiss much too tender for a causal hookup between two exes in a private room of a sex club, but Chan fists your shirt and pulls you impossibly closer. His fingers dig into your hips and he kisses you like a man starved.

It’s sloppy, messy as ever as spit slicks your chin and you huff into his mouth, stepping backwards and tripping over the edge of the couch. You hate fucking on leather but Chan loves it. His hand trails down past the hem of your skirt and trails along your bare skin, feather light touches that leave goosebumps in their wake and send a shiver up your spine. He pushes your legs down harshly, spreading them wide enough for him to slot himself between them. He hasn’t stopped kissing you and you can barely breathe, sliding your hand out of his hair and clawing at his back, gripping his silk shirt and tearing at it with your nails. You drag it upwards with an unspoken message of off off off.

He sneaks a hand over your neck and pushes your head upwards and into the couch. His breath ghosts over your skin, fruity and sweet from alcohol, before he sinks down and nips at your neck. You hear yourself moan before you register the harsh kisses he’s trailing along your neck, ripping open the white blouse you put on for the first time today and trailing kisses along your chest. He bites and sucks and licks over the marks he’s sure to have left before he finally pulls his shirt over his head.

You drag your fingers against his skin. You know the warm honey tone even if you can’t see it, the red lights casting a dark shadow over his features. His hair covers his eyes as he looks down at you, and you can’t even see the whites of his pupils from this angle. You can’t help the gasp that leaves your mouth, he’s like a devil clad in leather eating you from the inside out and making you his.

“You’re absolutely sinful,” he slurs, the movement of his spit slicked lips slowed by the lasting effects of whatever narcotics he’s spent his night taking. Chan stares down at you— the way your hair fans out and your lashes flutter under his attention. Your lips are swollen and wet, open just wide enough for him to slip a finger inside. He does just that, slotting his thumb between your lips and pushing your top lip up, fighting the urge to drool over how plump they are. He can’t help but remember how full they look around his cock.

You moan around his finger, closing his lips around him when he allows, and suckle on his skin. The pleasure he gets from that alone has precum dribbling in his tight pants, the outline of his heavy cock visible to anyone who looked close enough. He shuts his eyes and sighs, slouching against you. Your legs bracket his waist and his crotch is right in front of your entrance. Your skirt rides up your waist so the view of your pussy and sopping panties is in plain sight, practically begging for pleasure.

He drags a ringed finger up your fold through your underwear, and your legs fight to close. You’re so sensitive from almost nothing at all, and a strangled moan leaves your mouth when he takes his thumb and pushes it against your clit, rubbing it through the fabric. The pleasure is muffled but still has you whimpering against him, crying out when he slots his lips against yours.

You break apart from the kiss and dart your tongue and swipe it across his lips. He hisses, his eyes snapping open and you lean closer and peck his lips, begging, “Just fuck me, please. A-and then we can go our separate ways just.. just—”

Breaths coming out ragged and sharp, Chan cuts you off and smashes his lips against yours practically growling and ravenous as he pulls you impossibly closer. Your moans and whines leave your mouth like a garbled mess and Chan doesn’t stop.

He pulls your underwear down leaving it dangling on your ankle as he creeps closer to your dripping cunt. “I’ll give you whatever you want,” he sighs, and the cool air on your sensitive folds has your eyes fluttering shut.

Contrary to what you expect, he brings his fingers back against you, rubbing at your swollen nub as your eyes slip closed and you go slack against the sticky leather. A lusty haze settles over you like a dank fog seeping into your pores and taking over. Chan’s fingers only speed up slightly, just enough to keep the arousal bubbling in your belly constant. Your hips jerk against him and you grind against his fingers, whining pitifully when it still isn’t enough.

“Wanna see you fuck yourself on my fingers and show me how badly you want to come,” Chan groans in your ear and your hips stutter as a long whine spills from your lips. “Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, yes,” you slur, grabbing at his shoulders for support as you move your hips faster.

“Good girl.”

You whimper, and everything fades as you feel the knots in your stomach clench, your climax approaching steadily. You feel cum leak down your legs and onto the couch, but Chan doesn’t stop. Only now does he speed up and your hips speed up with him. When the warmth leaves you and your hips shake, you cry out and Chan finally stops, taking his wet fingers and putting them in his mouth.

Chan groans at the taste, and almost loses his mind at the wet spot where you lay, your arousal still leaking down your legs. You felt his hands grab at your cheeks, massaging the flesh before leaning in and licking a stripe across your center. You yelped, grabbing onto his shoulders as he continued working on you, sucking dutifully on your clit and running his tongue up and down between your folds.

“Oh…”

Chan pulls off and groans, “You taste so good.”

Your hand runs shakily through his hair, grabbing at the loose strands and pulling him up. “I want you to fuck me,” You groan, your lips wobbly and your eyes hazy where they meet his.

“Oh baby,” he tsks, “You still have some work to do, don’t you?” He pulls your hand from his hair and leans up, making quick work of unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down. There’s a wet spot in his boxers from pre cum and his cock springs out when he pulls them down. You feel your mouth go dry, his cock clean and pretty just like him, flushed and wet at the tip. The red lights become second nature and you barely notice them when they bounce off his skin and he leans forward dragging you down by your ankles.

“Suck.” He commands, pushing your head forward and dragging his heavy length over your lips. Your whines are muffled when he shoves it inside and you gag, too heavy and too big and much too quick. Your lips wrap around him sucking gently, your tongue lapping against the tip. Pre cum coats your tongue and you sink down even further, your throat closing and your nose tickled by pubic hair.

Chan groans from above you, your hair in a vice grip as he steadily pushes you on and off his cock. His mouth hangs open and his eyes flutter as you work on him sucking and kissing all over his pretty, flushed skin. You can’t help the moan that leaves your mouth and the vibrations against his sensitive crotch has him jerking against you.

“Fuck,” he moans, “You were made just for me.”

You sob in his hold, it comes out choked and watery but he smirks all the same before pulling you off and pushing you backwards. His biceps flex when he grabs your thighs and turns you over, your cheek pressed into the sticky cushion— your back arched and legs spread wide. He smooths his hand over your arch before pulling back and spreading you wide and slotting his dick inside with no warning.

He stretches you out so well, a moan punching its way out your throat as he buries himself in your tight heat. His fingers dig into your skin so hard you cry out in pain but he doesn’t let up, determined to have you walking home with bruises that spell out his name.

“Do you know how much I’ve missed you?” He growls, thrusting into you particular harshly when you cry out. “Thinking you can just walk away from me?” He says it almost like he’s shocked. He pushes your head down into the cushion, and his dick pushes even deeper. When you reach a hand down you can feel the imprint where his tip lays as he thrusts in slow and deep.

Your cheek is amused against the chair and drool pools out your mouth. You can’t think past anything but full. You're so, so, full. Chan always knows just what you need to feel good.

You can’t stop your moans as he thrusts in and out of your sopping wet pussy. The sound of his cock drilling in you and stirring your arousal is filthy and rings in your ears, but the shame isn’t enough to stop you from moving your hips back and meeting him thrust for thrust. You can feel your orgasm creeping up on you and Chan’s as well as his thrusts become sloppier and lose their rhythm.

Chan groans and you feel his cum paint your walls. Your orgasm follows when he thrusts lazily into you, riding his orgasm and continuing to cum deep inside.You try to protest but your body racks with shivers and you can’t stop cumming. Chan laughs above you and leaves a heavy smack on your ass, and you can feel the skin blush a deep red even though you can’t see it. He pulls out and you feel the mixture of your release dribble down your front. Your hips are still stuck in the air, frozen, while your body continues to shake.

“I did a number on you huh, baby.” Chan teases, before leaning down and leaving a lazy kiss against you. You’re too fucked out to reciprocate and the smirk that adorns Chan’s face is borderline cruel. “I turned you into my own stupid slut, didn’t I?” He laughs, smoothing his hand through your hair.

“You know you can’t stay away for long.”

You feel his lips press your cheek before everything goes dark.

a/n: as always, thank u so much for reading and I hope u enjoyed! more than happy to hear ur thoughts <3

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natjennie · 8 months

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watching the terror and I am FASCINATED I think we just finished episode uhhhh 3? ladder. some scattered thoughts so far:

- I love those saucy little gay bitches, I really expected them to makeout sloppy style as they were arguing there was a lot of sexual tension there

- I thought this show was about cannibalism I didn't know there was like a fucking crazy monster

- I have a feeling the ring that that boy wanted to give to his sister might come back up? idk why but the doctor like motioned forgetting it and I feel like that was important. maybe not.

- I hate when people in media see a supernatural beast and are like "that's a bear" homie NO it's not

- but also the fact that the creature whatever it is isn't like. eating them. if it was a wild animal it wouldn't kill them for fun, it would just eat them. but people getting their jaw and legs ripped off and shoved down a hole like. this thing is intelligent.

- speaking of legs coming off, the alaskan man's carvings, one of them was like a head and torso with no limbs, right? I couldn't see very well. anyway does that mean anything?

- also what the fuck does the spoiled rations have to do with anything. is this all like. mold poisoning and they're slowly getting sick and insane. is that what this is. or is it just to set up them running out of food.

- lastly, I have kind of a crazy crackpot theory that there's a shape-shifting thing going on? I don't have any reason for this other than thinking about the thing. a sort of vampire/werewolf situation where a crew member sneaks off once in a while to feed. I'm gonna keep an eye open if there's anyone suspiciously absent from scenes with the beast. food for thought.

#the terror #Jennie watches the terror #I like our nice captain guy. the Irish one.#I don't know anyone's name #hickey is the gay one #John is the captain that got his leg chomped #anywayyyy #no spoilers please #my sister and I are watching it together bc we both liked yellowkackets #similar energy

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ao3feed-byler2 · 11 months

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Only Thing On My Mind

by FoodieHoodie

Mike and Will have been dating for a while and it's their 6 month anniversary. They still want to keep it a secret, but they're also very handsy with each other after finally getting the boy of their dreams. Will usually initiates the kisses and Mike's happy to receive, but it seems like every time things get going and good, their makeout session gets interrupted. The universe can't let them peace.

Words: 4137, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Will Byers, Mike Wheeler, The Party (Stranger Things), Karen Wheeler, Joyce Byers, Jonathan Byers, Nancy Wheeler

Relationships: Will Byers/Mike Wheeler

Additional Tags: Established Relationship, established byler, Mike and Will are in a secret relationship, Will has powers that only flare up cuz of Mike, Sloppy Makeouts, Boys Kissing, Boys In Love, Idiots in Love, Touchy-Feely, Both Mike and Will are handsy in this, couple vibes for real, Both are down bad honestly, Neck Kissing, Making Out, Boys cuddling and kissing with tongue, They've been dating for 6 months, None of their friends or family know, request from tumblr, Will's a biter and Mike likes to get marked, Will is confident and super mischievous in this, But Mike loves it so, Flirty Will x Flustered Mike, But then dynamics switch up, Ambiguous/Open Ending, They make out like 3 times in this, The universe hates the gays lol

from AO3 works tagged 'Will Byers/Mike Wheeler' https://ift.tt/ip4uKW6

#byler #michael wheeler #will byers

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tripleseptet · 7 months

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Tell us about the Alex origin story :3

So, about two monthsish ago I found a fic on AO3 that I enjoyed! Yall probably know it already if you’re asking, but the important part is that it was the one with fullbody skill portraits at the top of each chapter. I thought that was pretty cool, bookmarked it, then went to tumblr to look for similar content about the skills, cause I hadn’t thought about them in that type of way before and I thought it was cool. I stumble upon! That very same art in the tumblr search! Wrow! So I follow this creator for a while. And I find their NSFW blog. and I follow THAT for a while. Send a few anons, reblog a LOT of their posts, and then realize. Hey uh. you’re startin to feel a lil parasocial there bud. And I hate feeling that about myself so I took action.

That action was actually DMing them. And we hit it off great!! I got their discord and we messaged every day for i think like two weeks? Found out we both live in the same general area, but about 4 hours away from each other. I confess my love to them, tell them its 100% ok if they dont reciprocate, and they say they don’t, but they’d like to still be friends. I say great! And we continue being friends. After a few video calls, writing together, etc. we work out a way to meet up, involving *drumroll please* … The underfunded public bus system. Insert dramatic sound effect.

Now, I’m a bit of a bubble boy. Can’t even drive on my own, so I’ve never really gone somewhere on my own, ESPECIALLY somewhere 4 hours away. But I decide to be brave. After all, they promised me they’d do whatever was necessary to make me comfortable, and wouldn’t let anyone hurt me, and I trusted them. Packed a bag, made cookies, bought them an alligator plushie, and I was on my way. Side note, I gave my bus seat neighbor a cookie to bribe him into liking me. He fell asleep on me 3 hours in and I was too spineless to wake him up so I just let it happen.

Without going into detail, the visit went great. I don’t think there’s a single thing we would change. After I take the bus AGAIN home (the sunset was beautiful and the city lights were so nice) we text every day again. And after a few days they say they want to be my partner, and they thank me for my patience in not insisting on being together.

Since then we’ve visited I think three times? Maybe two. We’re planning another visit soon. I love the time we spend together, I wait every day I’m NOT over there thinking about what it’ll be like to be there. And of course we text constantly. In case yall were curious, our 1 month anniversary was the day before yesterday. Since we didn’t get to celebrate then, I’m making us a cake to celebrate this weekend.

TLDR: AO3 to tumblr to discord to sloppy makeouts pipeline

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katrinawritesthings · 1 year

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Taemin / Kibum; theater people are just like this; NC-17

Key’s jealous. He's jealous and that is fine. So yes, maybe every time he'd passed Taemin backstage over the weeks, he’d muttered under his breath. Wear it without the pants, coward.

He just never expected Taemin to actually hear him, to stop in his tracks and turn around and frown and say, "excuse me?"

"Wear it without the pants, coward."

That's what Key said yesterday. Muttered it under his breath as Taemin walked by, pleated black skirt fluttering with his stride. It's what Key has been saying every day since they started half dress rehearsals on this musical and Taemin has been fluttering around in that dainty little skirt with his bulky, baggy jeans on underneath.

It annoyed Key. The pants under the skirt. That Taemin would waste a perfectly good skirt like that, that he would waste his stellar legs like that, that he's choosing to just wear skin colored leggings in his actual full costume, that more than once he's gone on and on about his gender journey and being comfortable with his gender and in his femininity and androgyny and the clothes that he chooses to wear but he's still too much of a coward to let a little leg show.

Key is aware that that's a wrong and backwards way of thinking. That it's perfectly fine and valid for Taemin to be perfectly fine with his gender and the way he dresses and to not want to have so much skin out. He knows that. He just doesn't care, because he's too busy being bitter that he didn't get Taemin's part so he doesn't get to wear the skirt. It would look so much better on him, on his legs, with his confidence and his attitude. With his particular style of dancing, so much more bouncy than Taemin's powerful snaps between moves.

Key’s jealous. He's jealous and that is fine. So yes, maybe every time he'd passed Taemin backstage over the weeks, he’d muttered under his breath. Wear it without the pants, coward.

He just never expected Taemin to actually hear him, to stop in his tracks and turn around and frown and say, "excuse me?"

He never expected for them to have a bitter, petty little argument right there behind all of the ugly cardboard bush props, either. He definitely didn't expect to see Taemin at practice the next day, in the skirt, without the pants, bare legs long and much paler than the rest of him, throwing Key these looks every time they were on stage together. Weird looks, smirks, triumphant for some reason, challenging almost.

Looks that Key did not understand until about 3 minutes ago.

When Taemin grabbed him on the way to the dressing room after practice ended, dragged him back behind all of the ugly cardboard props, pressed him against the wall, and still with that infuriating little smirk, pushed their mouths together.

Key had had enough sloppy hate makeouts with other people, let alone Taemin, to understand what was up immediately, kissing back with more teeth than lips. Or, at least, he thought that he knew what was up. Until Taemin left his mouth, kissed along his cheek, smiled against his ear.

"On your knees," he'd murmured, and Key was so caught off guard by the order that he'd obeyed without even thinking about it.

Which is how he wound up here, in this moment, on his knees, hands on Taemin's thighs, looking up at his smug dickhead face, his own words echoing between his ears.

Wear it without the pants, coward.

Well, he definitely got his wish. Taemin isn't even wearing underwear. The skirt is short enough for Key to know that without a doubt from this angle. Thighs, stretch marks, baby hairs, and his cock, half hard, just starting to twitch up and push up the fabric of the skirt.

Was he wearing underwear during practice? He had to have been. There's no way that he wasn't. Someone would have fucking said something. So he took them off just for Key. Key can use that.

Eager as ever, Taemin's cock has precum pooling at the tip already, before he's even fully hard. Key can use that against him, too.

At the same time, the sight of that pearly bead of white has Key licking his lips and swallowing, which he's sure Taemin is going to use against him.

All of this runs through his mind within five seconds of him landing on his knees. And maybe he would have been able to take another five seconds to process all of it and come up with something to say, if Taemin's next choice didn't knock him the fuck out.

He picks his left foot up, rests his heavy black boot on Key's shoulder in a move that is infuriatingly much hotter than it is annoying, and says, "suck it."

And then, like he was predicting that Key would have a fucking lot to snap back at that command, adds, "coward."

Which immediately shoves everything but defiant compliance out of Key's mind. He's not a fucking coward. He's definitely not any more of a coward than Taemin is. If Taemin could get rid of the pants then he can suck a dick. He'll prove it. Fucker.

It's not until a minute later, head under the skirt, mouth full of cock, precum soaking into the back of his tongue, Taemin's hands messing up his hair, that Key realizes that he just fell for the bait hook, line, and sinker. He pushes up Taemin's skirt, tucking the end of the into the waistband, getting it out of his way so he can glare up at the gremlin. He doesn't really know what he was expecting to gain from that, but it's a whole lot of nothing. Except Taemin smiling down at him, cupping his cheek, and telling him, "you're so cute when you're grumpy."

Which Key decides to reply to by just biting his dick.

Not to injure him or anything. Just hurt him a little bit. Just a little chomp. Something he learned from Jonghyun. Taemin deserves it. Except–when Key does it, the noise Taemin makes isn't one of pain. It's a sharp hiss, and then a heavy, shuddering exhale, his fingers tightening against Key's head, his dick literally twitching inside of his mouth. Instantly, Key is off his dick, ready to roast him, but even faster, Taemin is shaking his head and pushing him back.

"Make fun of me about it later," he stammers. "And do it again."

"Oh, like I'm ever even going to come close to doing that again," Key mumbles into the side of his dick. Like he would ever do something that he knows Taemin loves that much. He's almost grumpy at himself for doing it the first time.

Miraculously, though, his denial gets him exactly the reaction he's always trying to get out of Taemin when they wind up like this. He starts whining, pouting, everything but begging. Which means that, with just the tiniest amount of effort–a little extra affection to the head, a harder than usual squeeze of the balls, a pinch to his thigh–Key has Taemin on the floor, desperate and begging into his little hands. Just the way that Key likes him.

From this point, it's always easy as pie to get Taemin to do whatever he wants. Key doesn't really know if he wants anything right now, though. He already got him out of the pants. Maybe he'll just give him a nut and then make him buy dinner somewhere.

Yeah, sure.

He plays with Taemin a little longer, just to mess with him, just until he's gripping wrinkles into the skirt and pulling on his own hair with a vocabulary that only consists of "Key" and "fuck" and "please." Just to remind Taemin that he can do this to him whenever he wants. Then he gets Taemin right to the edge, pulls off, and jerks him off the rest of the way, biting and sucking a bruise into his thigh for fun.

Like every time he nuts when he's all needy, Taemin sucks in so much air without letting any of it out that Key always feels like he's going to pop. Then he deflates all at once, hips sinking to the ground, dick twitching and softening quickly in Key's hand. Key lets go and wipes his hand on Taemin's leg.

There's not much to wipe off besides spit; he's done this enough times to where he was able to expertly aim everything to land on Taemin instead of himself. On the skirt, actually, Key notices. Glooppy, translucent lines and splotches of white splattered all over the black pleats. It's pretty both in the way it looks and in the absolutely smug smile that Key feels pushing up his own cheeks.

Taemin isn't getting up anytime soon, and Key's knees kind of hurt, so he sits up with his back to the wall, yawning into his hand, smacking his lips and swallowing down the taste of precum still on his tongue. Taemin's legs are sprawled out over the floor, pale in the darkness, hairs darker on his lower legs before they fade out into baby hairs up top. He hasn't even fixed the skirt yet, so Key can still see his soft dick flopped onto his thigh next to the half-assed hickey. He was right; Taemin's legs do look stellar.

A question comes to him.

"So," he starts, stretching his leg out to kick Taemin's boot and get his attention. "If you wore it without the pants, but I sucked your dick, which one of us won this time?"

Taemin has been taking deep, steadying breaths with his hands over his face, and in the middle of his current breath, it turns into a grumpy little groan.

"I hate to say it, but,” he says into his hands. He moves his hands and pushes his fingers through his hair instead, then laces them behind his head and pushes it up so he can frown at Key. "My original plan was to fuck you in the skirt. But I fucked that up. And you didn't even swallow so now I have to figure out how to fucking–" he grabs the end of the skirt and holds it out, scowling at it. "Sneak this out to get it cleaned. This isn't mine, you know, it's the theater’s, fucker, and–"

He keeps going, but Key isn't listening. He's too busy laughing.

#taekey #taemin #kibum #key #oneshot #smut #nc17 #ydw #They are theater rivals #kismesises if you will #They bother each other and compete for parts and snipe at each other's dancing styles #But also they're both BFFs with Jonghyun so they have to be friends too #Jonghyun writes the songs for the musicals: )#Taemin wears the skirt without the leggings during the big performance night #But only because key says that if he does that he'll let Taemin fuck him after #He was not expecting Taemin to go through with it. He is extra tight.

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ao3feed-piltovers-finest · 2 years

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Laws of Attraction

by SonGoharotto

A classic tale of girl meets girl, then girl meets other girl, but second girl and third girl are sisters whom kind of love/hate each other, and their dad is a problem for everybody.

Words: 6987, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English

Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021), League of Legends

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, Multi

Characters: Caitlyn (League of Legends), Jinx (League of Legends), Vi (League of Legends), Silco (Arcane: League of Legends)

Relationships: Caitlyn/Jinx (League of Legends), Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends), Jinx & Vi (League of Legends)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Bathroom Sex, Bed Sex, caitjinx, Caitvi, Cunnilingus, Dancing, Domestic Fluff, Explicit Language, Explicit Sexual Content, Family Drama, Fluff and Smut, Foreplay, Grinding, Hair Pulling, Lesbian Sex, Love Triangles, Melodrama, Mild Angst, Nipple Play, No Incest, Oral Sex, POV Caitlyn (League of Legends), Protective Silco (Arcane: League of Legends), Puns & Word Play, Semi-Public Sex, Sibling Rivalry, Sloppy Makeouts, toe sucking, Vaginal Fingering, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Dueling Courtship, Romance

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HAVE YOU SEEN GAON ON SHOW CHAMPION TODAY???? IMAGINING HIM AS MY PROFESSOR/COWORKER RN

YOU BET I DID ANON HEHEHEHE

okay you guys are going to hate me on this, but jiseok here gives me the loserest of loser vibes </3

BUTTT HEAR ME OUT OKAY you two both work as college professors and he lectures in a hall just a few away from yours. luckily for you, your coworker arranged a few of the professors for a night out at the bar. he’s even more handsome without his glasses, and a little bit of liquor encourages you to engage in a conversation with him. you’re more intrigued in the way he talks, each sentence flowing with grammar and words even you can’t comprehend, but you can tell he’s intelligent overall. it makes you want to get to know him even more.

after getting close through texting overtime, he asked you out with a bouquet of roses, looking down at the floor. you gladly accept, smile adorning your features when he picks you up and spins you around.

ever since that day, he visits your hall when you’re both free, either bringing you lunch, board games or flowers, talking both of your heads off about your unruly students.

however, the air filled with lust both consumes you and jiseok entirely in your hall, your lips slotted between one another’s in a steamy makeout session. you can tell he doesn’t have much experience, his hands confused on where to go and his kissing getting sloppy as minutes pass by. by the time you’re pulling away and telling him to relax, his glasses are messed up and his lips are swollen, looking so adorable in the best way possible. he laughs awkwardly, issuing an apology and scratching the back of his neck.

you eye the round clock, knowing that you wouldn’t have enough time to go any further, but you’re waiting for the perfect time to come, eventually taking it slow with jiseok. you watch as he almost trips while walking out of your room, laughing to yourself.

#—꩜ jiseok #—꩜ suggestive #—꩜ requests #—꩜ drabbles #um how do I tag this…#xdh imagines #xdinary heroes imagines #xdinary heroes x reader #gaon x reader #love mail ୨୧

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out of the woods, 4. ( LS2 )

With the fake dating (or real dating?) ploy underway, Dhanishka and Logan meet up to discuss their boundaries and their plans. It ends a bit hotter than either one expected, both physically and emotionally. Logan calls home, Dhanishka meets Olivia, and Lando actually has good advice.

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warnings/notes: a pretty heavy makeout scene (again), arguments, implied sexual content (i was BLASTING do it for me while tipsy so... yeah), VERY heated arguments, Dhanishka being fucking STUPID, drinking/drunkeness, I gave Dalton a wife and kids bc i said so? Also, Olivia is from a series of mine called Marketing Ploy, which is the companion fic to this fic, but you do NOT have to read it for anything to make sense <;3

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Logan inviting me to his apartment in London was half him and half Williams PR. See, they (and Ferrari) didn’t want us to claim we were a couple again so soon, they sort of wanted to drag it on. They wanted drama, they wanted fire, we just wanted fucking peace and thus ripped the bandage. We hadn’t spoken much about us, the past, or the present, or what the future could look like. We just were dating. At least, in my eyes, we were dating for the praise of the media. A sloppy hallway makeout didn’t exactly look good when you weren’t dating the person you stained with your lipstick, oddly it looked a lot better when they knew you were a couple.

Or, a ‘couple.’

See, as much as I loved Logan, and he was very easy to love and all… there was a block. A wall of the past we didn’t dare touch. And it was going to eat me alive. Maybe it was just me, maybe I was just crazy, whatever it was I wanted it gone.

So, I come to Logan’s with a bottle of whiskey.

It wasn’t our typical drink of choice (he’d always preferred the vodka I snuck from my Aunties) but it was what I could easily snag from the liquor store with little to no notice and not have to worry about it making me completely dead tomorrow.

When I get to Logan’s apartment, I’m not shocked by his cleanliness. It was the main reason my mother loved him to bits, he was always “so clean, so nice, so well spoken” but when it was just the two of us—like now, I saw the true Logan peek out when I notice the suitcase propping his bedroom door open is lived out of.

“Fireball?” He hums when I set the bottle in his hands and use the wall to stabilize myself as I take off my heels, “do you want me to fucking die?”

“Maybe.” I tease, looking up, and that tension flares across us again. There’s a pause, his hand hovering halfway to me like he’s trying to grab something or hold me or something along those lines. But I push past him to grab two wine glasses from the wine rack in his kitchen that I know he doesn't use. He follows me, eyes on my back before sliding up my face slowly as I turn to face him.

“Wine glasses?” He hums and I shrug, sitting at his bar and popping open the Fireball. He laughs and sits next to me and I pour two roughly shot sized wine glasses of pure cinnamon whiskey. I hand him his and hold mine up. There's the chime of his laugh as he swirls his glass and then clinks his to mine. Tapping the glasses on the counter once, we then down the whiskey, and Logan makes the sour face I’m expecting as I sit calm.

Logan took shots well for someone who hated the taste of straight liquor.

“So.” I say to him, leaning forward, “what’s the plan for this whole—PR dating thing.”

“Well, I do everything I didn’t do properly when I was dating you.” Logan leans to meet me halfway across the counter and if I lean in, I know our lips will collide. I hum, tilting my head as I think of what to say. And his eyes flicker down and back up.

"Do you ever leave the house without that lipstick on?" He muses softly, his hand finding my knee, "Isa, you're gonna drive me crazy."

"I've worn it since you gave it to me, so it's really your fault." I shrug, pouring myself another shot, Logan just smiles, watching as I take another shot. I always was a two-to-one ratio with him when it came to drinking.

"Going back a bit, when we were dating, we were both inexperienced and you still were a pretty damn good boyfriend." I resist the urge to just take another shot, but Logan pours us both another, making my shot the size of two, and when he hands me the glass I murmur, "Good enough to make my standard so high I can't see myself with any other guy."

"Hm?" He turns back, and I naively assume he hadn't heard me clear. I wave my hand in dismissal, feeling a bit of heat warm my face. I know its not from the alcohol.

"Forget it--"

"I, me, Logan Sargeant, set your standard so high you can't see yourself with any other guy?" He sits down next to me at the bar stools pulled up to his counter and I swirl my drink and stare at it like it's the most interesting thing in the world. I can feel his smirk on his lips, the way his eyes travel along my skin. It makes me wanna hit him. I hate him so much. But yet I love him double that.

"Don't let it get to your head." I hum, taking half the liquor in my glass, pausing and then finishing it off, "We're only dating again for PR."

As soon as the words come out of my mouth I regret it, but instead of backing down, Logan leans closer and hums, tracing his thumb along my lips where the lipstick has smudged down and he murmurs, "And yet you show up here, tiny little dress, Valentino lipstick, that fucking perfume... if its just for PR, why are you dressing up like you did for every date we ever went on?"

Why is he so damn cocky, and why is it so fucking hot?

"I don't dress up for you." I had dressed up for him. I hadn't expected him to pick up on it so soon.

"Why are you being so difficult?" He almost grovels, his hand moving to grab my chin and force me to look at him when I scoff and turn away.

"Why are you being so pushy, Sargeant?" I let venom into my tone, and I note his eyes darken. What was he, a hate fuck? A grin crosses my lips as I continue, "We're here to figure out what we're doing for PR, not to fuck, you whore."

I lean back from his touch and he's off his chair to chase my skin. Logan already towers over me on a good day, so being sitting underneath him is a new feeling. He uses my knee to turn my chair so he can place his hands on either side of me, boxing me in, for once its stuffy and uncomfortable between us.

"You've taken such a tone with me since getting here, up to the big leagues. You might've knocked me down then, but I'm gonna be on top of you this time." Logan glances down at me, and it's almost predatory. I want to have all of him and none of him at once.

"You say that like you've ever been on top of me." I bring a hand to his chest, the material of whatever old shirt he's wearing has been thinned over the years, and I slowly drag my hand up to his throat. I can see the chills break from the drag of my nails, before I grab at the base of his throat and pull him down to match me, "God, I fucking hate you so much."

"Do you know?" He hums, tapping my knee with one hand, pressing his warm palm to my thigh as his fingers tease at the end of the skirt, "why'd you cross your legs then?"

I roll my eyes, "are you only confident with alcohol in your system?"

"Wanna find out?" He leans in, pausing right before I lips hit. Just enough of hesitation so I have to confirm by pressing our lips firmly together. He slots too naturally, and it brings a weird feeling to my gut, but I keep going. As much as I don't to admit it, I think I want it twice as much as he does. He's too much, clouding my senses, his hand slides up further. Logan is covered in my touch, my eyes boring into his between slow kisses that are far too deep to just be casual, I can smell the fireball mixing on our hot breaths, every gasp and soft whine that leaves us. He is all I am at the moment, and I am all he is at the moment. It's raw, its painful, its a trust I give up more willingly than I'd like to admit.

"I fucking hate you." I murmur against his lips, "I hate the way you make me feel."

"Do you want to stop?" His question is so innocent it makes me hate him more.

"Don't you fucking dare." My hand tightens on the base of his neck and his eyes roll before he settles his forehead against the juncture where my shoulder and neck meet.

His voice is breathy after he places a few kisses that have me leaning into him, teeth nipping where he knows my uniform will cover marks as he bites, "you torture me, looking like that, sounding like that."

"Bit braver now than you were at nineteen." I tease, my second hand finally detaching from my lap to grab at his waist and he lifts his head.

"Listen, you were out of my league." He smiles against my lips innocently. His hand placement and the way he kisses me after is anything but innocent. I let out a low groan, pulling him in once more by the neck until that arm slots around his shoulders to keep him tight against me as I try and gain my footing once more.

"Wanna prove you can come to my league then." I say and my hand slides and he grins, neediness takes over the next kiss and I let the planning aspect of this relationship slip my mind.

Maybe we just needed a hate fuck, and thats why we couldn't get the hell off each other.

The world comes back slowly to me, his hand on my waist, the soft snore of the man besides me and I feel like a fucking idiot. The sky is warming, the clock on the wall reads around seven in the morning, and I'm surprised I slept this late. As I detach myself from Logan, I find an odd yearning to it, the domestic feeling of covering him up after and then making my way to the bathroom. Even with the domestic warming my heart, my stomach gnaws in anxiety and something akin to fear.

I mean, it wasn't the first time we'd slept together, but there was something different about it. Something between those moments of heat, his heart had intertwined with mine amidst the mess of limbs.

God, I was in deep now, wasn't I?

I shove my face under the water of Logans shower, the warm water waking me up a bit more as I let out a soft sigh as it rolls across bites and bruises.

Charles was going to lose his fucking mind.

When I'm done, Logan's awake, propped up as he watches me exit the bathroom with my hair in loose braid. His smile grows cocky as he sees the marks barely hidden by one of his William's tees I'd stolen. I don't hesitate to come to his side and his arm lifts to fix a stray hair that falls from behind my ear before pressing a soft kiss to my lips.

"G'mornin'." His voice is gravelly from just waking up and I return the greeting, settling to sit on the bed next to him. I don't even think about it as I start fixing up his hair.

"I know its early, but you wanted to talk about the relationship stuff."

"I did." I hum, letting my hand rest on his chest as he rolls back onto his back, looking up at me with a tiny smile.

"Well, we could have more nights like last night, more mornings like these, cute little dates... you know, the works..." He waves a hand, "if you want that."

"I don't know how much the nights and mornings will help PR." I hum and Logan scoffs. Instantly I know I've said something wrong as he props himself back up and looks me dead in the eyes with a look that would make most people shy away.

"How much of this is PR? Did you fuck me because of fucking PR, Dhanishka?" His voice is sharp, irritated immediately, and I don't know where to go from here. Somehow him not calling me Isa, a nickname I used to despise, makes me feel sick.

And I hesitate before I say, "Logan, we chose to do this because it was what was best to save both of our images. I would be stupid not to think about that."

"Is that all this will be to you then? PR?" Logans now fully sitting up and we feel too close. It's too much, but not in the way it was last night, this feels almost threatening.

"I mean, no..." But my voice is so unconvincing Logan just blinks before laughing, running a hand through his hair and messing it up even after I had fixed it before he just groans.

"I don't know why I thought I would get anywhere with you, Dhanishka." He murmurs into his palm, looking over at me with almost hatred in his eyes and I swallow hard. I can't even think of anything to do other than just stare at him.

So, Logan continues to rip my heart out, "I didn't do this because of PR. I could care less! All these people fucking hate me anyways! I could care less about PR and management and my image, because I could've just had us again. Do you know how long I've wanted to just hold you? Just talk to you? But I respected your space because I knew I broke it off and it would've been wrong for me to try that again, and seeinfg you again brought every ounce of love back to the surface... and then you say that?"

"I don't have a guaranteed seat for the next two seasons like you do, Logan, I have to be perfect!" I counter, "I love you, I do, but racing has to come first for me now, I have to be--I have to be more than I've ever been. I don't get a second chance, I don't get an option B like you do. This is it!"

"You're on your second chance, Trident was you first--"

"Oh don't you fucking start with Trident!" I growl, standing up and making space between us even when, in this moment of anguish in my heart, I crave nothing more than his touch, "I had nothing to do with that crash! I don't know how many times I have to tell you!"

"You seriously had no idea?" He says, softer, baiting, and I bite the hook.

"Yes!" I cry, waving my hands in desperation, "no one believes me! I dont--"

"I don't believe you either." Logan's voice is monotone and dead. The room falls silent after it and it's exactly what I've been terrified of him saying. My hands shake as I watch him stand and walk towards me, towering over me as he just sighs like he's just disappointed in me.

He looks gutted, like I had broken up with him, he looks the way he had when he shouted at me. I suddenly feel seventeen again, like a little girl with big eyes as everyone watched in her in the BWT garage as she was broken up with. I feel the prickly feeling of a thousand eyes watching us, even though we're completely alone in his flat.

As I meet his eyes, darker than any shade of blue I'd ever seen, I try to swallow down my guilt, but words he says next make my heart stop in my throat, "I knew I couldn't ever trust you or love you the same way again. And I tried, and you just used me for what? A hate fuck to get the stress out?"

"Logan, please!" I counter and he grabs my phone, handing it to me from the bedside as his voice is taught, its raw, and tears are in his eyes. I can't move.

"No, I know what this is. Get the fuck out of my flat."

And like that, the world crumbles under my feet.

It's four in the morning when Dalton's phone lights up the next day. Logan can picture him groaning as Ashlynn smacks him in the chest until he answers it based on just how groggy Dalton says the words, "Logan? You good?"

"No." Logan's voice is terribly raw. It didn't take an idiot to know something was wrong and yeah, Logan feel terrible for calling on Dalton this late but he didn't know who else to go to.

"Fuck, man, hold on." Dalton sits up and Logan listens as he murmurs something to Ashlynn and climbs out of the safe warmth feeling of his bed with his wife.

"Sorry, mate." Logan apologizes. he feels terrible for calling Dalton so late, but he knows his brother doesn't mind. Years ago, Dalton had said if it was his way, Logan would live right next door to him. Unfortunately, he didn't, and Logan was five hours or so ahead in a flat by himself.

"What's going on, Lo?" Dalton asks a bit louder, and if Logan isn't mistaking he thinks he can hear the sound of his brother walking into the kitchen of his little cookie cutter house.

"I fucked up, mate, I don't know what I'm doing." Logan cries into his hand, trying to muffle his voice as best he can. He feels like an idiot, how he though Dhanishka would change, how she would love him.

"What severity is this? Called your elementary teacher mom level or like, I need to flee the country level?" Dalton brings his humor into anything and as much as Logan appreciates the attempt at making him laugh, it just irritates him further.

"I thought Dhanishka still had feelings, kinda had sex with her, and then she just left after we fought..." Logan feels sick when Dalton is silent, so he attempts to add humor, "level."

"Like did she leave before you woke up..?" Dalton asks and Logan realizes he's really given no context. So he explains as best he can, biting his lip at the awkward parts, and then sighing as he explains,

"I just... thought she felt different. That we were actually dating and not like... some sort of PR-stunt-hate-fuck-thing."

Dalton is quiet before he lets out a slow sigh and Logan can perfectly picture his brother pushing blond stands of hair from his bedhead, and running the hand along his head until it falls to his neck as he says, "Well, you should've spoken before... sleeping together. But also, she's wrong for not making that clear, but also you're wrong for assuming. It's a big tricky situation, and it seems like she won't be very positively receptive to... talking, about the situation."

Logan can only find the energy to say, "She probably fucking hates me, Dalton."

"Hey, now." Dalton says softly, "she wouldn't have let you do what you did if she didn't also like you, I know Isa--she'd kick you right in the balls, Logan. But also... Isa's got a lot of pressure on her right now, not even including Ferrari, everyone and their mothers are hyper analyzing her every move. The PR cover-up works, but people are still calling her all sorts of things online. Things they aren't calling you.

You aren't the only thing in her life. But she's told you, racing comes first, and you have to decide what to do with that."

"I want to be on the same level of racing, or even a close second to it. I know it's our career but I have always seen us ending up together." Logan looks at the sun now peeking over the other apartment builds around him.

"But she hasn't been seeing that too, Logan." Dalton reasons, "any relationship is a two way street, and you have to make sure what your partner wants is also what you want. You want a relationship, Dhanishka wnts something that keeps her PR agents happy. You have different ideals, it's not time for a real relationship."

Logan hates how right Dalton is, and just sighs out a soft, "I guess..."

"You still have to fake date, I'm sure. But listen... just fake date, do what you have to do and see where it goes. Either she sees she does want a relationship or you see that she will still pick racing over you and go from there." Dalton yawns, "Or, you ditch the whole plan."

"I can't really back out now or it'll be worse." Logan hums, "but I'll see where this bullshit takes me."

"Olivia!" Lando shouts into his flat. He leaves me at the door to take off my shoes as I wipe under my raw eyes and kick the heels into a corner. Bumbling down the hallway in a mess of her usual at home state, I meet eyes with Olivia Piastri. The head analyst of Red Bull, the woman who had her own fake-dating past with her now fiance who awkwardly tucks out of view in his McLaren hoodie once he knows Olivia's seen me.

"Dhanishka, oh, honey!" She cooes, quickly coming down the hall to bring me into a hug. The second her arms are around me, I burst into tears, she shushes me and kisses my hairline, slowly bringing me to the couch. She had been the one to approach me about the Vogue interview since Ophelia had been stuck in Australia. After that, she became a friend to have in the paddocks, and now a shoulder to sob into.

"I'm so confused and tired and--" I cut off with a hiccup and Olivia nods. While I would've perferred the hands of my sister, mother, father, or even Charles to wipe away my tears, Olivia is exceptionally gentle and nods as I sob out confused sentences.

"Tell me what happened," Olivia says once I've calmed and I spit out angry sentences about Logan and his confusing actions and how I feel like I'm missing something. My tears are my displaced anger, I'd only ever been able to cry when I was angry. I had never been sure why. Olivia knows what's happening before I even do, she's already pieced it all together.

"When Lando and I were figuring it out, I was the same as you. I was so caught up in officiality that I forgot I loved Lando as much as he loved me. I was afraid he wouldn't love me if not for that contract, and so to save myself from heartbreak I kept telling myself it was just an act." Olivia wipes my tears now that I'm calm, and Lando comes in with some teas for us, before settling down on the chair across from us.

"Me buying you a Coach purse was not for media." Lando hums and Olivia turns to flip him off before turning back to me.

"You and Logan have a lot of mistrust and fear with you both already. Honestly, whoever said it would be a good idea for you to do this and let you. Even after knowing the disaster it was for Lando and I? They are a damn idiot and I'm sorry they did that to you both." Olivia hands me my tea and I sip it, lemon and lavender hitting my taste buds and I want to cry.

"But, here's what I have to ask," She takes a sip of tea for pause and then asks, "do you love Logan? Like, honestly, truly, without PR, love Logan?"

I let the feelings coming to my chest hit me.

Back when we'd started dating, we were teens with stars in our eyes. It was love, pure love.

Logan had been so hesitant to hold me hand. Oscar had spent a week telling Logan to kiss me so I'd stop complaining to my friends he hadn't yet. He helped me grow into my confidence with femininity and I helped him find his sense of self and got him that cocky confidence I loved. We had circled each other, one always just a bit ahead of the other, never to far. And then he shattered it.

I put my heart back together with Kintsugi, healed it, made myself more beautiful. But the metal against the soft skin of my heart made it hurt, made me break, made me angry. His breakup intensified my anger with racing, and the anger I felt was more so for Trident than Logan.

Logan healed his heart with patience, held himself together by threads, waited to give it to me because he knew I could fix it. All I had done was taken his heart and shattered it even further than before.

Now, here we are. It is still the same love as when we were teens, but the stars in our eyes are long gone now.

"I think I do." I whisper in a shake of anguish. All I wanted was to go back to Logan and apologize.

"You can't think it," Olivie advises, poking my arm to keep me rooted on the couch, "You have to know it."

"And if you can't know it, here's what I think." Lando speaks up, tilting his head at me, "you go along with the fake dating until PR says you can cut it. If at that point, you're still not sure, cut it. Don't string him down a path of confusion and concern. During our fake dating thing, I loved Olivia the whole time, but I had to make her fall for me after a while. She did eventually, and I think you will too."

I nod, sighing softly, arms numb and mind scrambled. I find enough sense to whisper,

"Lets see where this shit takes me."

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sadpurpleblood · 8 months

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ANON HATE: i <3< you

omg sloppy hateout makeout when

#kismesis #ask answer #silly

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Best dads, best lessons

Pairings : harry x reader

Side pairings: james x reader

Summary : james catches his son trying to pleasure his girlfriend, and he gives him a fingering lesson while discovering new kinks

Words : 2.5k

Requested : no / yes

Warnings: smut, fingering, praising, sub!reader, dom!harry and dom!james, degradation(you blink and you miss it), age gap (james), hair pulling kink(?), boobs kink, the starting of a begging kink??

A/n: req are closed! anyways, I hate this <3

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Please read!! This is a dark fic. All acts are consensual and safe word is in place. All characters are of age. If you are 18 or less, do not interact with this post in any way. Thank you.

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'You okay, baby?' harry asked, finding his way in your panties.

'Yeah, go on, please' you answered trought breathy moans, kissing harry while so.

How did you get there? With a simple peck. A simple peck that harry gave you. Then it turned into a messy and desperate makeout. Now, you were begging harry to fuck you.

Of course, you did it before twice or thirce, but both of you were kinda new to being sexually active. You trought it would be awkward, but it was far away from awkward. It was passionate, loving, slow, messy - but messy in a good way. It was always the same, but you didn't complain. Kissing, teasing, praising, then harry shoving his cock into your pussy, praising again, then both of you cumming. It was enough for you, but you knew there was something more pleasurable out there. You wanted to tell harry, but you didn't really knew what you wanted to tell him. On the other hand, harry felt the same. He also wanted more, but didn't know what. And he was afraid, embarrassed to talk to you about it. So you just kept it like that.

Harry took off his shirt and his sweatpants, revealing his muscles and 6-pack, that he inherited from his father. He got back on top of you, his dick twitching in his boxers. You let out a chocked moan at the feeling of his clothed cock on your stomach.

He hiked up your(his actually) shirt and attacked your boobs. You didn't had enough time to complain or say anything but his name and some curse words. You grasped his hair when he bit your nipple and pulled it hard unconsciously. He let out an uncomfortable groan and went back to his feast.

'mhm, sorry' you apologised trought breathy moans.

'None of that, love. Do it again' he mumbled and you obliged, pulling his curls again but not that harshly. He let out a satisfied groan, which you didn't expect. You did it again and again, and his cock was struggling harder and harder every time you did so.

But, to your surprise, he abruptly stopped and got on his knees on the mattress. You furrowed your brows in confusion and looked at him, waiting for an explanation on why did he stopped kissing you. He took a deep breath.

'I wonder if, hmm, you wanted to try something? My dad kinda told me about it?' he asked and from hard dom he went to soft harry.

'Yeah, what is it?' you also got up and straddled his knees, looking in his eyes for any hint.

'I dunno how it's called, but, hm, I can show you, if you want' he said, leaning closer and placing a strand of your hair behind your ear.

'okay, guide me' you agreed, giving him a quick peck before he could speak again.

'um, mhm, put your head on the pillow, and stay on the back, and, um, spread your legs a bit more' he muffly mumbled, and you obliged. 'Now I'll do the work' he took a deep breath and took place between you tights, spreading them even more to reaveal your folds.

You were getting wetter and wetter with every movement harry did. He was nervous, you could tell by his eyes. He put his finger in between your folds and, for teasing, he massaged the surface of your hole. And, after a few seconds that felt like years, he inserted his middle finger in it. You gasped and grabbed the sheets, the sudden pleasure giving you shivers. He moved the digit in and out with a sloppy sound.

'Does it feel good, angel?' harry asked gaining confidence along with your pathetic whimpers.

'Your cock's better' you trought, but didn't expect to say it out loud.

Right before harry could give you a cocky comment, another voice echoed in the room.

'Guys, dinner's ready!' you soon realised the voice belonged to your boyfriend's father, james potter. And the one and only james potter burst into the room, not ready to see harry curled up between your tights. He froze in the middle of the room, looking like a creep at your boobs. As soon as he realised, harry covered you both quickly.

James' glasses got all fuzzy, so he took them off and wiped them with his shirt, revealing a part of his toned abs. He cleared his throat and, looking at your scared faces, he said in a deep tone:

'I see, harry, that you already ate dinner'

Neither of you got the joke. Maybe you were too innocent and unexperienced to get it. You looked at harry in confusion, but he moved his shoulders up telling that he doesn't understand either. James saw your dumb faces and a shy smirk appeared on his face.

'I assume you've never done that?' the father said. 'Harry, have you tried what I told you last evening?'

'That's what we were doing when you burst in' harry mumbled, not understanding why his father didn't get out of the room already.

'And how did it felt?' now james was addressing to you, waiting for an answer.

'Hm, I prefer bigger stuff' you said, but immediately regretted it. Your face got all red from the embarrassment. 'Bigger stuff? What the fuck did I said that? Why am i having this conversation with harry's dad? I'm so stupid '

'That means harry doesn't know how to do it properly. Fingering is meant to feel different from common fucking, they have no similarities' james said, with an unusual confidence and a smile at your earlier comment.

You didn't reply, nor harry did. You sat in silence for a few seconds, with james eyeing both of your half-naked bodies. Your shirt was over your breasts, and harry still had the boxers on.

'And how do you know so much about that?' your boyfriend broke the silence, nervousness growing in his voice.

'I'm experienced, more than you think' his father said and gave you a wink, walking around the room.

Harry fake gagged, but your face was still in the same traumatised position, with your eyebrows furrowed and eyes on the man standing in front of you.

'I can show you how to finger properly, if you both agree of course.' james continued, observing that none of you were going to talk.

That was exactly what you wanted. Something new, that can hype your romantic life to a new level. 'Do you wanna?' you spoke to him with your eyes. 'Dunno, do you?' he answered back. 'Maybe, if you are okay with it...' , 'It's your body, you say!' , 'I want to' , 'Me too', 'Tell him then'.

'Sure, teach me' harry said, obeying to your unsaid words.

James gave you a warm and encouraging smile while sitting on the bed, next to you.

'Come here, harry. or do you want me to pleasure your girlfriend?' the father spoke and harry obliged immediately, not wanting anyone to steal his lover, especially his own dad.

James guided him between your tights, taking his shirt of due to the hot atmosphere you created in the room. He took hold of harry's hands, guiding his middle finger in your folds. You whimpered at the touch, with harry massaging your abdomen. James slowly pressed his son's finger inside you, and you moaned and arched your back. A big hand traced with veins and full of old rings pushed you back by your lower abdomen. Then, the digit started thrusting into you in and out with a sloppy sound. Your moans and whimpers got louder and louder, now also containing james' name.

'Yeh got a little greedy slut here, harry. or atleast she acts like one' the father said and started speeding up his son's finger. 'What if we add another one, hm?'

Harry nodded and you pathetically sniffled yes, please. Such a whore you were for these two hot men.

All of a sudden, james pushed harry's ring finger inside you. The magical speed and the feeling of cold silver rings inside you made you go insane. You moaned, cried, whimpered and begged, even if you didn't actually knew what for. Pitiful pleases were escaping your innocent mouth, something that you didn't know you were capable of. James dropped harry's hand some time ago, so your boyfriend could do the fingering on his own. He was sincerely amazed by his actions, so he kept going. Your breath hitched and your heart skipped a beat when james said 'Try to curl your fingers' and harry obliged. He hit that spot in you that he never touched again. You arched your back again, but another hand pushed you back. james’ hand.

'I'm gonna cum, fuck, I'm gonna cum!' you cried and sniffled, waiting for a reply.

'okay love, go for i-' harry tried to say, but his dad cut him off.

'beg for it'

That surprised you, because you haven't done that before. But, the urge to cum was getting to the edge, so you started begging.

'Please, harry, james, please let me cum! pretty please? can't hold it in anymore, please! harry, needa cum, please!'

'cum then, little slut' a deep voice said, but you didn't even know if it was harry's or james'. You let the reliving feeling wash over you, letting it all out with a muffly 'thanks, haz'.

'and that's how to make a girl squirt. tell me if you need any more help' james said and, with a playful wink, he left the room and closed the door like he never got in.

Harry licked his fingers and sat next to you, hugging your waist while you came down from your high. He gave you a quick peck on the head. You got on your elbows and looked down at your puffy pussy.

'I squirted?' you asked, surprised by your boyfriend's capabilities.

'Mhm' he answered with a smile and put his chin on your head, closing his eyes and holding you very tight.

'What about you? you didn't cum' you said, letting your arms fall back into the mattress.

'Actually...' he got up and showed you a wet spot in his boxers. His cheeks heated up when you let out a giggle.

'Come here' you said and opened your arms for him to rest on your breasts. He placed himself on your boobs and looked up at you.

'I didn't know it was possible...you know, to cum in my pants?'

'We learn new things everyday, love.'

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ubemango · 3 years

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delicacies of the season (m)

part 3: days apart

note: hey!! What’s up!! first, I officially have named this series!! it’s right up there for ur viewing glory! ok anyway here’s something before I disappear for the next four weeks because I am drowning in school!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! also just a side thingie for this story: I’ve already established that oc isn’t on birth control but here I’m implying that they’re doing natural planning (i.e. fertility awareness where the person who menstruates keeps up with their cycle and thus only has sex when their cycles allows for it). PLEASE DO NOT DO THIS UNLESS YOU KNOW THE RISKS!!!!!!!! Oh Lord putting your impregnation chances up to God?! I couldn’t do it. But also this is fanfiction and nothing bad will happen to this couple so let’s all just... suspend disbelief for a second ok

PAIRING. taehyung/reader GENRE. romance, farmer au RATED. M WORD COUNT. 2.5k WARNINGS. kitchen sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, a good ol’ creampie bc wot is the ubemango experience without one :/ SUMMARY. Taehyung missed you.

Auntie Gaeul comes over when the rooster crows to tell you to check out the passion fruits today. They’re ripe not because she’s seen them but because she just knows. Call it the Elder Instinct for Ripened Foods. You tell her you’ll give her half the harvest, and she swats at you before she leaves.

“Stop being so polite, I’m not that old,” she spits in jest. “And make some of that honey iced tea your grandma makes. If there’s extra, then I’ll have some.”

Taehyung would probably like some, too; he chugs down anything with passion fruit like he’s about to go into hibernation. And when you come back home from the fields with a basket-full perched heavy on your back, you resolve to make some tea right away to bring over to his house to see if he’s there. You haven’t seen him in five days—his cousin had the stomach flu, and his aunt needed the extra help with tending to the livestock. Being the eldest nephew (and the only one who can drive a motorcycle) had him obligated right from the get-go.

“Grandma! Can you show me where you put the honey jars, I can’t remember where they are. And can you help me peel these—um. You’re not Grandma,” you stop.

Taehyung looks up from where he’s perched on the stairs of your awning, flicking bits of strawberries to the ground for Danbi to eat. Your little puppy scrounges it up so fast she nearly falls over on her fluffy bum.

“I told her to go play bingo with the rest of the granny crew, someone’s betting chicken feet,” he says. You smile wide when he trods over to you for a short kiss, slipping the strap of the basket off your shoulder to put on his. The hand he keeps low on your back is as warm as the ten AM sun. “Hi. I missed you.”

“I was just gonna go see if you were home,” you say. He smells like the wind. Something you’d scrunch your nose at but he makes it work. “When d’you come back? How’s Daeshim now?”

“An hour ago. And he’s better. He ate up all your ice cream, only thing he could keep down.”

You frown. “Poor baby.”

“I know. You gonna clean these now?” He nods his head toward the water basin, carved rock he’d installed for you on your third anniversary.

“Yeah. Can you start? I’ll just wash up quick,” you offer. Suddenly you’re aware you’ve got an ugly shirt with oil stains and holes in random places—nothing Taehyung minds, but the occasion probably deserves better.

“Got it, boss,” Taehyung says. He slaps your ass before you run to the bathroom. A familiar signal of his intentions but he’s too polite to bring it up so quickly.

“Hey!”

“Hurry up,” he calls. As if you’re going to take another five days to get back to him but you get it. You missed him, too; a little more than you’d like to let on. Your grandma is great company but she watches her TV too loud and she hates when you’re not there to sit with her because she might need your help switching channels. It’s a miracle you didn’t jump Taehyung the second your eyes landed on him.

You change into whatever shirt you’ve tossed on the floor that looks semi-presentable. It’s too early for your sweat to reek like it does under the afternoon heat, but you spritz some perfume on your neck anyway. Just for upkeep, because you’d be lying if you said you weren’t anticipating sex, a sloppy makeout session at the least. Danbi’s too hyper to be left alone, plus your grandma likes making surprise visits at your house because she’s a forgetful woman.

By the time you’ve come back from scrubbing the dirt and dead ant bits caked under your nails, Taehyung’s a third of the way through the basket, tossing the clean passion fruit into a bucket Danbi is trying so hard to climb into. She yelps when her fat paws slip at the edges.

“Danbi! Mama’s gonna be mad if you get hurt. I’ll give you some later.”

“Go play with your toy,” you call out to her. “Danbi! Go!”

Her ears perk up at your command, and she pants and pants till she decides to go in the complete opposite direction of the ball and into the patch where all the potatoes are. She hasn’t hit her teething phase so you’re safe from her snuffing anything out with her mouth. It’s her fur you worry about. She’s such a nice shade of white amongst the semi-wet dirt, it almost hurts seeing her get soiled.

“Like a little cotton ball,” Taehyung says. He points to the bucket. “This good?”

You nod—it’s enough to have extra for Auntie Gaeul. “Yeah. Wanna carry it to the kitchen like a good man?”

“As if I’m not one already,” he snorts, grabbing the handle. “Danbi, come!”

This is how it always goes. Taehyung ogles from over your shoulder (usually he’s off to the side but he’s a lot clingier, not that you mind) while you do your business because you don’t trust him with a knife. Not since the time you’d tasked him with chopping garlic and he’d nearly sliced his palm open when he tried crushing them first.

And now you’ve got a new addition to the routine: Danbi sniffs around the dried leaves for the fire, sneezing when she breathes the ash in too hard. You hear her collar jiggle as she explores the earthenware stacked on the side. You made sure Taehyung left the door open because she gets antsy fast.

“Can I just say that I have a thing for seeing you use a knife,” Taehyung says, hands stroking your tummy because he’s got nothing better to do.

“You’re really bad at hiding how turned on you are.”

“Who said I was trying to hide?”

You laugh. “What are you trying to get at, mister?”

“I’m saying I missed you,” he says simply.

“So that’s why you kicked Grandma out the house,” you tease. Taehyung splutters in your ear.

“No! They really are betting chicken feet. What do you think I am?”

“Horny.”

“Ugh.”

You turn your focus back to the chopping board. Taehyung lets the sound of the knife smooth down the goop of the insides fill the space.

“...Are you mad if I am?” He whispers tentatively.

“Oh my god. It’s ten in the morning.”

“You think my dick cares?”

“You think I care?” you joke.

Taehyung gasps. Like his heart just shattered from your vitriol, but all you want is to finish cutting up these damn fruits before you’ll allow his hands to touch you. “Wow. You—? Okay, fine.”

“Wha—”

“I appreciate your hard work,” he coos. He wraps himself around you even tighter, traces a slow kiss on your neck. “Really. But don’t pretend you didn’t miss me too.”

“I never said I didn’t.”

“You’ve got a fucking mouth on you.”

And that gets you to shut up. Taehyung only swears when he wants you to stop talking. Not for the sake of real anger but to show you he’s got something brewing, and you’re here to take whatever it is he’s about to give you.

“I just wanted to be a good fiance and visit the one I love the most after five days because I missed them so much.”

His teeth catch the lobe of your ear. Biting down softly because he’s still aware you’ve got the knife in your hand, but you’ve lost all motor skills the second he started his little bit. You drop the handle slowly. At the last second you push all the shit you’ve laid out on the counter to the farthest corner. Something tells you this space is being defiled this morning.

“Good. Are you wet?”

“N-No.”

“Then we’ll have to do something about that, huh.”

You watch his hands glide up, and you’re half-expecting him to fondle you gently, the way he teases you when you think he’s taking it slow. But instead he goes right for the kill: using those long fingers to pinch right at your tits just to get you to gasp into the feeling. You roll your eyes shut, let your head fall back on his shoulder.

“You like that?”

“Mhm,” you whine.

“Take your shirt off for me.”

You’ve never exposed yourself to kitchen utensils and rice wine on the pantry shelves before but Taehyung makes you want it. He shows his appreciation for your compliance with another hard grope of his hands, this time with his mouth sucking on your neck too. Craving your skin like he’s been absolutely deprived. The calluses on his fingertips rub your nipples raw.

“You smell good,” he croons. “Come here.”

You nearly tip over from how fast he spins you around, but he catches you easy, tongue on yours in the next second. The desperate tug of his lips on yours, the smack of your spit when he pulls you in deeper, all the intricacies of needing someone else to save your own sanity—it culminates here, and now your ass is up on the cold of the counter, Taehyung pulling back from one last kiss to drag that same heat down your body.

“Please let me eat you out here, holy shit.” He tugs at your pants, slides your underwear down with it. Mouthing hungry at your mound because you haven’t answered him yet, so you just groan a quick please, yes and he doesn’t even look at you before he presses his tongue inside you.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, the guilt of ruining this space with your (embarrassingly) uncontrolled libido is raging. But you could care less with the way Taehyung swipes his tongue around your clit, gets you clawing at his hair for brief respite. You’ve most definitely exceeded wet boundaries. His chin practically shines.

And he knows it’s because of him. Not just from his mouth but the knowledge that he wants you trembling towards a heady orgasm, the kind that consumes you whole. His laving gets bolder with every stroke, every moan you try to keep stifled but it’s useless. “Taehyung. Oh my g-od, fuck—no d-don’t use your fingers, I’ll come.”

He laughs, adjusts your thighs so you’re not cramping. “Think you’ll tap out?”

“I wanna come on your dick,” you pants.

“Oh my god,” he groans. “You’re perfect. Oh my god. I’m so fucking hard. Can I come inside you?”

“Yes yes yes yes, just get inside me already.”

Taehyung’s foot gets caught on his pants when he shoves them off, nearly crashing face first into your pussy again. And he laughs and you snort and when he’s naked waist-down he kisses you again, a little slower this time, a breather for just a moment.

“I know it’s only been five days but I missed you. A lot.”

You trap his hips with locked ankles on his back. “I know.”

“It’s just—I had to shovel so much horse shit—”

“Oh don’t say that!” You bat at his chest.

Taehyung snickers. “Sorry. Ahh, I don’t know what to do with myself.”

“You can stick your dick inside me and we can go from there,” you suggest.

“I like the way you think, missus.”

It’s almost laughable when he sinks right in. No resistance, just the slick of your arousal and his spit, an unholy mixture for this thick sacrilege. Taehyung’s eyes stay locked on the sight.

“Fuck yeah. Oh baby…”

If it’s got him uttering curses this early in the round then you’re definitely worse off. You’ve got one profanity for every inch he’s claimed inside you, all lined up behind your teeth but you don’t have the brain capacity to get them out. He fucks you straight to incoherence.

Your delirium keeps you mum. Taehyung will make up for it. He slots his hand up the back of your thighs, hits deeper when you arch through the pleasure. “Holy fuck that’s so good,” you whine. “Taehyung—oh god.”

He doesn’t say anything. Just pants hard with every moan you’ll give him, and you watch the sweat glow on his collarbone, the thick of his neck. Places you claim with your mouth when you lean forward because it’s too hard to keep balance without his gravity.

Taehyung breaks when you bite. “Sh-it. Oh fuck you’re so hot. ‘M not gonna last, shit.”

“You’ll fuck me when you come?” you plead, hold his gaze. He’s just as gone as you are. “You’ll fuck your cum inside me?”

“Yeah baby. I’ll give it to you. So fuckin’ good.”

He never lets up. Just keeps that steady fucking, stiff with every drive into your slick till he adjusts your knees with one push. Pussy open to the angle that gets you begging for his thumb on your clit because it’s right there. You fall back on your hands, no steady grip because Taehyung’s faltering too.

“Oh—!” You flutter your eyes shut to pending ecstasy. “Tae—please—harder—right there right there don’t stop!”

“You gonna come for me?”

It’s a rhetorical question. You know he sees the way your chest collapses, the rub of your clit in quick gestures for your high. He’s got you right in his hand.

“Fuck—ohhh yes!”

“Ugh,” he whines. It’s nearly lost to the ringing in your ears, the clench of your pussy from his pounding. You cream him so good when the orgasm’s strong enough, pulsing hot, the rough intensity. And that’s not lost on him when he cries: “God your pussy’s so wet. Holy shit.”

Usually you’re spent by the time your vision’s cleared to the sight of Taehyung fucking you through it. But he’s promised you something, and you’re greedy for it.

“Come inside me,” you urge, guiding a hand through his hair, pulling hard at his nape. He keeps his eyes on his dick priming you for those final strokes.

“I’ll fucking come,” he snaps. “You ready? I’ll come so good for you baby. Come so fucking—good—!”

He stiffens with a shout, grinds his teeth, lets his orgasm splash inside with so much heat you mewl. And he keeps minimal movement, thrust for soft thrust because it’s too much with the squeezing you tease him with.

“I.” Taehyung clears his throat, panting to a stop. “I… wow.”

Your ass is rubbed raw against the counter. But you’ll risk it again to see the glint in his eye when he pulls out and watches his cum drip down your hole, onto the floor for you to clean when your legs aren’t jelly.

“Wow,” you repeat.

“Do… Am I… Am I ovulating?” He looks genuinely confused. “I don’t… I’ve never been that horny before.”

You snort. “Five days felt like forever, huh.”

Taehyung kisses you slow. “If it means we get to fuck like that again then I’m going to the city for a month.”

“Hey!” You pinch his arm, using his bicep to stand up, tiptoeing around the mess on the floor. “God. Help me clean up here, please. And where’s the dog?”

(Danbi sleeps peacefully in the wicker basket, head lolled on one of the passion fruits. You make sure to bring her over to Auntie Gaeul’s for extra snacks.)

#bts smut #taehyung smut #v smut #bts scenarios #taehyung scenarios #v scenarios #ubemango fic #f: farmer!tae series #f: delicacies of the season

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ja3minz · 4 years

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𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 ... 𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏 ♡

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so listen hyuck’s like .. almost rarely ever truly embarrassed or too shy to do something

but something like his (and your) first time having sex? it lowkey terrifies him

because to him it’s such a serious thing like it shows ultimate trust in a partner and he’s honored that you trust him so much

and he wants it to be perfect bc that’s what you deserve 🥺

it’s kind of a problem though bc he drives himself insane trying too hard to make sure everything is just right

when you tell him you’re ready, it doesn’t happen in that moment

you tell him when you’re just over hanging out and you’re watching him play overwatch thinking abt how much u love him and ur just like “hey...i think i’m ready to take this to the next level”

and he’s like stunned at first he doesn’t know what u mean but then it hits him and he’s like oH YOU MEAN—

“are you sure? really? you trust me that much?” he’s kind of ecstatic abt it lowkey tho u see this like overjoyed smile simmering on his face he’s trying to hold it back

you come and sit on his lap and kiss him and tell him you trust him with your life and he swoons <3

so your actual first time doesn’t happen until maybe a week or so after that because he wants the dorm to himself so nobody interrupts

lowkey asks johnny for advice that same day bc he’s kinda freaking and he’s like “bro what if it’s bad what if they hate it what if i bust too quick”

he’s so gentle the entire time 🥺 such a sweetheart making sure you’re comfortable, asks if it’s okay to undress you

he’s seen you naked before (kind of; u took ur shirt off during some heated makeouts) but this is so different

he’s in awe he thinks you’re a masterpiece he lets out this heavy kind of adoring sigh while trailing his fingers down your soft skin

“you’re so beautiful, i can’t believe it. it’s unreal.”

omg and he loves it when you compliment him normally but he extra loves it here

like he needs to know he’s doing okay so please remind him he’s doing amazing

loves it when you say his name, loves it when your body responds so easily to him because it means you’re enjoying yourself

so much kissing SOOOO much kissing and it’s kind of sloppy and a little all over the place he kind of just sucks on your bottom lip sometimes

gets shy when he’s fully undressed and you see his cock 👉🏾👈🏾 please gas him up

let’s be real his dick is probably a solid 6 inches anyways so

there’s a moment where you’re both naked and making out and still exploring each other’s bodies

he’s slotted between your legs, his cock is pressed up against your inner thigh and he’s so close to your core both of you start rutting into each other

it gets intense tbh the excitement and lust takes over the both of you and suddenly he NEEDS to be inside of you like asap

slides on the condom, has you in missionary and the sight of you laying on your back with your legs parted looking up at him

his heart kind of flutters like wow he loves you a lot

smiles this cute little shy smile and leans down to kiss you while he’s pushing himself inside of you

you’re both moaning into each other’s mouths and it hurts at first because it’s just so foreign you’re not used to it

so you’re kind of whimpering and squirming underneath him and he won’t do anything until you’re fully okay to go

he’s okay with sitting and waiting for you to adjust, stroking your hair and kissing your neck and whispering cute stuff to you

when you give him the okay that first thrust nearly knocks the breath out of him

it’s incredible it sends shockwaves through your bodies

it doesn’t take long for him to set a rhythm, he’s not going too fast but goddamn you feel like he’s so deep inside you it’s driving you fucking crazy

and listen if we’re being honest

hyuck is trying HARD not to cum too quick okay? he’s really trying

can you really blame him when you’re so hot and tight around him, you’re squeezing his cock perfectly and god the noises you’re making it’s all so erotic and he feels overwhelmed already

you told him before you guys even got here though and he agreed with you that it didn’t matter if you both came or not

it was more about the experience. sharing your bodies, intertwining in something so new for the first time

but honestly y’all don’t have to worry about not cumming because the way he’s fitting inside you and the way his cock is kissing your sweet spot

it’s making your toes curl and your eyes roll you’re loving every single second of it and you’re making sure he knows he’s doing fantastic

at some point though he gets kinda lost in the feeling and he picks up his pace but you don’t even realize it because it just feels so good

you’re really out of it at this point

the rooms filled with nothing but the your shared moans and the sticky sound of skin hitting skin

hyuck gets super duper whiny when he’s about to cum, real breathy in your ear too

and he starts grabbing onto you for dear life, in this case he’s squeezing your thighs

“i-i...think. i think i’m—fuck. fuck, i’m gonna cum. you’re gonna make me cum, baby, fuck.”

he starts grinding into you in such a way that his pelvis is hitting your clit like perfectly

so every thrust makes you clench around him

he tries to hold on and wait for you, he’s really really trying but he falls apart almost instantly when he hears you call his name

it’s the way you say it; like you’re desperately keening for him. like you need to have him, like he’s your everything

he doesn’t even mean to cum but god when he does he cums so hard he swears he’s seeing literal stars

like his vision goes black and he yells out for you; clinging desperately to your body

he’s even trembling 🥺 panting heavily, hiding his face in the crook of your neck while he’s babbling on and on about how he loves you

you don’t have an orgasm that night but you’re more than satisfied so you have no complaints honestly

you’re spent, just like he is. he lays on top of you for a solid minute and both of you doze off for like a quick little power nap???

like you fall asleep there for a solid 10 mins but then you’re uncomfortably hot with his bare body laying on top of you

so both of you wake up half way just to situate yourselves better

he pulls off the condom and tosses it in the trash and attaches himself to your back like a koala

nuzzles his face in your neck and hugs you real tight to his chest 🥺 tells you he loves you one last time before falling asleep

when he realizes you didn’t have your orgasm he definitely eats you out thst next morning

like kinda wakes you up with it 😗 because you deserve it you’re his number one

#damn this got long #i did not mean for this #i just brain dumped all of that in like 15 mins 😭#nct dream imagines #nct dream smut #nct smut #nct 127 smut #nct 127 imagines #nct imagines #nct dream headcanons #nct headcanons #nct dream reactions #nct reactions #nct hard hours #haechan smut #haechan reaction #haechan headcanons #haechan imagines

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so since i was given the permission to send you some ✨thots✨ for dazed and confused characters...i’m taking full advantage of that😏

however, this one i feel is not as spicy as some of the ones i send you, but jesus if i don’t want to make out with slater while at the moontower. maybe some high groping🤷‍♀️ you never know. THANK YOU FOR DOING THIS I LOVE YOU FOREVER - ❤️

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I could literally hug you so hard right now! I mean this! I absolutely love love love this movie and duh, slater is bae. <3 I have... definitely been feeling some kind of way about this ask you’ve sent, so.. Let’s get into this, shall we?

Warnings: Probably gonna get a lil handsy.. A lot of sloppy kissing, maybe a little grinding, mentions of weed/smoking joints and drinking.... Beyond all that, who knowssss. That being said, it’s still not advised for minors to read this, so if you chose to keep reading, you really can’t say I didn’t warn youuu.

Tagging: uhh.. I’m just going to throw random tags out here to @twistnet and @chasingeverybreakingwave because I have a feeling you two would like to see this? if not, feel free to ignore.

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RON SLATER & moontower makeout;

Your brother absolutely hated Ron. And he was very,very,very overprotective when it came to you. Typical for Fred O’Bannion though, if one were to ask around your high school.

The last day of school came and literally all everyone was talking about was the party that night. You started off the morning just peachy -sarcasm intended here, when you somehow managed to collide with Ron in the hallway. Normally, he wouldn’t give you a second look. Mostly because of Fred, you suspected, but I digress. This time, he steadies you. And rather than step away from each other, you two wind up drifting closer together in the crowded hallway. He’s gazing down at you, calm and almost thoughtfully.

“Hey, you comin to the party later, sweetheart?” that lazy deep drawl was enough to have you squirming ever so slightly. Swallowing hard as you raised a hand to drag through your hair, holding his gaze. Pretending to think it over.

“Gee, I don’t know...”

“Aw, c’mon, sweetheart. You gotta! It’s gonna be bitchin.” Slater informed. The pleading look in his eyes didn’t go missed by you and it had you more than a little curious if you were to admit it. After a second or two, you smiled slowly. Nodding. “One condition.”

Sheesh, you were bold, asking a guy the grade above you for a condition to you attending this party, but... You were feeling some kind of way, so you went with the moment. Carpe diem and all that jazz. Anyway.

He chuckles. God the sound is both melodic and erotic. You bite your lip, still holding his gaze. He’s rubbing his chin thoughtfully, mulling it over for himself. Finally, that lazy grin. His hand raises, restling palm down against the locker, right above your head and he’s kinda leaning down and into you. “What’s the condition?”

“I kind of need to figure out a way to get there.” you admitted sheepishly. “My brother’s an ass, he’d never just willingly take me. He’d actually tell our parents if he even thought I was going to go...” you shuffled your feet, swallowing hard. Waiting on Ron to shoot you down, because that had to be what was coming, right?

Well, turns out, you were wrong.

He chuckles again. Nodding. An almost sage and wise beyond his years thoughtful look in his eyes. Almost like he was thinking. Then he steps even closer. “I’ll come back to meet ya. How’s that?”

You nodded and smiled. Told him which area of the building you’d be walking out of and you went ahead then and mentally prepared yourself to be stood up. Either he’d forget or he just wouldn’t show.

You were just about to walk away, but Ron caught up to you, tapping your shoulder. You turned around, smiling shyly up at him. "Yeah?" your stomach started to sink. Was he already changing his mind?

“Hey, I didn’t catch your name, sweetheart?” Slater asked, dragging thick digits through a long mane you'd secretly spent the entire year wanting to run your fingers through... Besides the point, but still.

Before you could actually tell him your name, your idiot older brother Fred did it for you, practically snapping at you angrily because you were talking to Ron Slater. After he'd told you more than a thousand times not to. Not wanting the bullshit involved with reminding your bull-headed older brother once again that you weren't a baby, you took a deep breath, massaging your temples. Rolling your eyes at your brother's general direction. "And there's my brother now. I'll see you later?" you asked Ron hopefully.

Ron gave a bright grin, giving you a thumbs up. And you hurried down the hall to your own homeroom but not before you heard your brother start running his mouth at Ron...

You grumbled to yourself as you stepped into class and took your seat. Resigning yourself to the fact that Ron wouldn't show this afternoon. If you wanted to go to the party, you'd have to just figure out another way.

TIME SKIP

The last bell sounded. Everyone piled out of their classrooms and into the hallway in a chaotic frenzy. Throwing notebooks, shoving and pushing for the nearest exit. You darted out of your classroom, ditching your notebooks for the year in a nearly full bin as you went. Arms shot out and wrapped around your hips and you were pulled into a quieter hallway. Body to body with Slater. He already smelled a little like his smoke of choice and his eyes were a little red. But he was here, waiting. Just like he said he'd be.

Pink wandered past, gazing at you two. Chuckling as he called out to Slater casually, "Better watch your ass, man. O'Bannion is on the warpath now, seein as how you punched his lights out earlier."

You gazed up at Ron, trying not to laugh.

"You punched my idiot brother? Why?"

Ron shrugged. Grumbled something about him being tired of Fred fucking O'Bannion telling him who he could and couldn't talk to. Then his eyes settled on you and that lazy grin started to fill his face all over again. "He's been ridin my ass all year, sweetheart. Because he knows I like you and it pisses him off."

You gulped. Brain desperately trying to process what Ron Slater just told you. Giggling like an idiot and unable to resist the urge to cozy up to him just a bit as you rose to tiptoe, your lips against his ear. "I like you too, Ron. A lot, actually."

"Sweet." he chuckled. Wrapping an arm around you while you were pressed against him. Muttering quietly, "You ready to get outta here? I've seen enough of this fuckin place."

"Yeah, gladly."

TIME SKIP AGAIN

You'd been riding around with Slater and his friends all afternoon. After the party got cancelled at one area, someone suggested just throwing it out at the Moontower.

At one point, you got split up from Ron and his friends, but you met up with a girl down the street from you, Clarissa. And you rode around with her and the girls she was riding around with. They all stopped at the rec center and that's where you met up with a slightly tipsy and very handsy Ron Slater for the third time that day. He saw you coming in and you heard him say loudly -and drunkenly, "Be right back. My girl just walked in."

Pink snickered and taunted Ron, "You better watch out man. O'Bannion even thinks you two are a thing, he's gonna go nuclear."

"F-Fuck him, man." Slater drawled, walking over to greet you. Lifting you off the ground in a hug, squeezing you against him like he hadn't seen you in ten years instead of the hour it'd been since you'd last seen each other.

Across the rec center, Wooderson and Pink were teasing out loud and cat calling. Clapping.

Ron broke the hug, standing you back on your feet all the way. Staring down at you as his hands skimmed your sides, settling on your hips. "Y-you're stayin with me, princess. Okay?"

You blushed and bit your lip to stop yourself from whimpering. If you thought you'd gotten wet earlier in the afternoon when you two were sharing a joint and he pulled you right into his lap, inhaling and letting you breath it in and then inhaling from you when you exhaled, your mouths nearly brushing and getting closer with each second... You were wrong.

Because now you were pretty much flooded. And full of thoughts. He'd been a gentleman. Hadn't tried to really pull any fast moves on you at all. Affectionate and handsy then, yeah? But not over the top. Or just assuming he could touch you / do whatever he wanted to you and you... absolutely adored that about him, even if you were literally DYING for him to kiss you and grope you... Among other things.

But now.. Oh god, now. He was a little tipsier than he'd been high earlier. And that affectionate handsiness was more frenzied. Needy. Like he wanted you so badly he couldn't keep his hands off.

You absolutely loved it.

Jodi and Clarissa called out to you, asking if you wanted to leave to go to a drive in with them to get some food, but you waved them off. Smiling as you cozied up to Slater, who slipped his arms around you and called out with a laugh, "I'm k-keepin her, okay?"

Your friends left, leaving you alone with Slater again. And a few minutes later, you two decided to grab a ride with Pink and Mitch over to the Moontower, for the party.

TIME SKIP... AGAIN.

The party was over. Everyone had pretty much gone home. Given that your mother thought you were spending the night with Clarissa, since you'd told her so earlier that afternoon, you really didn't have a curfew. So you and Slater were cozied up at the top platform of the Moontower, lying on your backs, gazing up at the sun as it started to come up. He still hadn't kissed you and you were literally dying for it to happen. He must have been too, because one minute he was telling you his theory on George Washington and the aliens, the next you were settling yourself on top of him, staring down at his lips. He gave a lazy grinning yawn and wrapped his arms around you. Your mouths just barely grazed. You couldn't take it anymore. You rubbed yourself against him a little and something snapped in him. His hands started to roam up and down your back. Stopping under your ass, squeezing. Grinding you right against him. You could feel him straining through his jeans and you sucked in a deep breath. He gave a lazy chuckle, gazing up at you thoughtfully. You rubbed against him yet again and he moaned out quietly, "Somethin ya want, sweetheart?"

"You." you muttered quietly. Your answer seemed to make him come even further undone, because he was really grabbing hold of your ass now. Rubbing you against the bulge formed and straining at his jeans just a little more with each passing second. "I've been dyin to do this, princess." he drawls out in that deep lazy husk as his mouth finally connects with yours. His lips latching onto your bottom lip, the pressure in the kiss making you whimper, the sound swallowed as his tongue flicks out and darts between your lips. You whine impatiently and he chuckles, the kiss deepening. He raises to sit and you wrap your legs around his waist, squeezing. Rocking yourself over his bulge. His hands move slowly over your curves. One settles in your hair. Tangling in a handful at the back of your head, pulling your mouth against his even deeper still. You're lightheaded; you almost can't breathe but you don't want to break the kiss. When his mouth drifts away from yours, you shiver as you feel him tilt your head. Leaving your neck totally open for the taking. His lips move over your throbbing pulse, leaving a line of soft bites and hickies too large to possibly even attempt hiding on their path down. You drag your fingers through his hair, your mouth ghosting over the side of his neck, marking him up also.

The sun's just starting to rise in the sky and it's early morning. You wind up falling asleep, bodies entangled, Slater's fingers dragging through your hair lazily.

What a night....

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