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loserlvrss · 3 days
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꒰ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ꒱ 이찬영
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summary : you and anton had a lot of memories attached to seemingly meaningless songs
genre : fluff, anton x afab!reader, drabble, established relationship tws : pet names, kiss author notes : i love my man (this is not proofread at all) word count : 0.7k
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the atmosphere was dim, romantic even, as the music wafted through the air. you reminisced about the song, imagining your boyfriends hands on your waist swaying you gently. you imagined the love-sick look in his eyes as he finally leaned in, kissing you for the first time.
"are you okay? do you not like this song? i can put on —"
"no!" you blurted, features pink. you further approached him, laptop set against his legs as he scrolled with two fingers on the touchpad. "it's the song you first kissed me to, anton, i love this song."
he laughed quietly, "do you remember this one then?" he asked, looking up at your standing position.
you heard the familiar intro, laughing out as the memories started flashing behind your eyelids; a rainy night when you and anton had decided to try baking together — the spoiler was that it didn't go well, and you ended up walking to the nearby convenience store for ice cream.
you pointed an accusing finger, "if you hadn't distracted me, it wouldn't have burnt!"
he gave you his signature shy expression, which contradicted his bold words, "you're easy to distract though, y/n."
your eyes narrowed, you hummed in disbelief, remembering a couple specific memories where anton was more than distracted by you, "i won't say what just came to mind, baby."
he started playing another song, one that happen to be playing when those memories occurred. you couldn't help the laugh that escaped your lips; a laugh that was absentmindedly directed at your boyfriend. however, he knew it just as well, too.
anton decided he had enough of your mocking, grabbing your wrist and pulling you down onto the couch next to him. contrary to his desire, you were still giggling.
you pointed at the screen again, "this one always reminds me of you and the boys."
he smiled, and you rested your head against his broad shoulder, "this one reminds me of you, i always have to add it to my playlists."
you lifted your head silently, staring at his side-profile. your lips pouted, and you don't know why you wanted to start crying.
his face turned to you, lips only inches apart, "what?"
"that's the cutest thing I've ever heard."
"it was my most played last year." he admitted.
you felt your heart pound against its confines, looking into the eyes that always gave you comfort. you knew anton owned all of you; your heart was his, and his yours. you loved him more than the earth itself. more than life itself. you found it cliche at first, how you thought you couldn't live without him, however, it was true. you didn't know what you'd do without him. he was your peace of mind. your safe place. your home. the person you knew was always on your side. and all the memories attached to mediocre songs only confirmed it.
sweetly, you pressed your lips to his, letting the feeling linger. your breathing was in synch. your heart beat was in synch. your love for one another was in synch. you never had to give each other reassurance anymore because nothing was up for debate. he was your perfect person, and there's no one else you'd rather spend your time with.
anton pulled back, whispering so melodically against the music in the air, "i love you, y/n."
and another memory attached itself to a song that meant nothing to anyone else, but everything to you.
you pecked his lips quickly, a smile plastering your features — skin still tinted pink from everything.
"i know," you replied, looking down at the screen and choosing a different song, one he could attach to you. one that you could deem yours. one that you've always known had a special place in your heart. "i love you, more."
he felt his heart start beating, palms sweating, and skin tinting to match your shade. he'd never heard those words from you despite knowing they were true.
he switched the song, "not possible, baby." he joked, grabbing your hand and lacing your fingers with his, and you smiled, squeezing it comfortably.
eventually, your head made its way back onto his shoulder, and throughout the rest of the night you both took turns picking songs that had memories attached to them, giggling and relishing in the tenderness that a seemingly simple thing could bring you.
if this was the little life people were talking about, maybe you didn’t mind it after all.
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yveaart · 1 day
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you know other girls? — w seventeen pu !!
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🍒hoshi
he was talking about buying a tiger pajama at the local department store
his eyes growing wider with determination, trying to persuade you to go matching with him
“soonyang would’ve never said no to me” he said sulking, slowly trying to guilt trip you into the purchase
“who’s soon— you know other women?”
it was your time to steal the tiger gaze from him, because whatever this was, you made him feel like prey.
“NO- OMG SOONYANG IS MY ALTER EGO ANITA MA-“
“THEN BUY THEM WITH HER THEN” you stormed out
“so i can buy them?” he slightly grinned
🍒dino
he was talking about good dancers and how he would like to work with them, and even create his own little projects
“oh i heard that she was good at b-boyin-“
“she? mhm..”
“well yeah-OH NO I DONT KNOW ANYONE”
he sat there closing his eyes as if it would prove anything to you.
…?
“so you know other women huh?” you snickered at him
“no baby i only know you” he told you as he almost went on his knees
“no no no no, you never bow. anyways you can’t dance with me anyway” you laughed at him
🍒minghao
“so i went to a nail tech since i want to see how they do my nails, and i heard there would be some awesome charms as well”
he was so excited explaining his new set while showing you his nails as he told you the story
“she did it so well, we should go together next time”
he was really happy about it, but what if you just
“she? you know other women?” you looked up to his eyes
his eyes was shocked and reverted to his “wtf is this bitch on” face
“literally more than half the globe are women, we all came from women. if i asked you if you know other men would you forget about your father?!” he was on a rampage
“hao i was kidding, these sets are gorgeous” you gave him a toothy grin to stop him from scolding you
🍒jun
“i got this other project, for another drama but the company is still signing contracts”
“omg that’s great, i’m so proud of you” you said genuinely
but something in you didn’t want to let junhui go in peace 😁
“i requested for less kissing scenes…. because you know..” he was getting a little bit shy, he just wanted to tell you that he didn’t like doing them but it was part of his job
“kissing? what do you mean? you know other women??” you could pull up your own acting skills just to give him a little scare
“wha- i- no..?” he was so confused to say the least, now you just started giggling at him
“i’m kidding, i trust you baby” you smiled at him
and he does deserve that trust because you heard from his manager that he’s been wiping his lips every time a kissing scene ends and says “i’m so sorry y/n” three times after that☹️
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otterdino · 2 days
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wonijinjin · 2 days
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THE WEEKND SERIES: IS THERE SOMEONE ELSE? - LEE CHAN
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author’s note: this is such a cute one, i can totally see dino being all caught up in organising the biggest surprise for you.
synopsis: your boyfriend has been acting coldly for weeks, and you confront him about it. turns out there’s a completely different reason behind his actions than you thought.
word count: 0.5k | genre: fluff, a bit of angst | pairing: dino x gn! reader | warnings: reader being upset, crying
the masterpost of this series can be found here.
you knew something was up with dino for weeks; he hasn’t been very affectionate, always saying he had work to do instead of making plans with you, giggling whenever he was busy texting on his phone. you had enough; tonight was the night when you were gonna confront him about it.
he had been in his room doing schoolwork when you entered through the door, stopping in front of his desk. “do you need something baby?” he asked, not even bothering to look up from his laptop. “yeah, you.” you sounded demanding, firm. he was not expecting to hear this tone from you, so he finally glanced up at you. “so, what’s up?” he questioned. “we need to talk. you have been very distant lately.” you said lowly while he stood up from his chair. “what do you mean?” seeing his look of confusion you took a deep breath before speaking; he could see the frustration in your eyes. “is there someone else? do you not love me anymore? am i not enough for you you?” your mouth became dry in seconds. “bub, where is this coming from? have i done something to upset you?” he tried to decipher the reason behind your hesitation; he felt like he was walking on glass, not wanting to make things worse. “yeah, you have. you are always texting someone, who is clearly not me nor one of your best friends since i’ve asked them about it. you have not made an effort to hang out with me in weeks, nor you have been yourself. i don’t know what’s going on with you anymore.” you got it out in one go, panting after finishing the little monologue. he was speechless; he had no idea how neglected you felt. “oh baby.” he cooed while cradling you in his arms, kissing your forehead. you couldn’t help but let a few stray tears escape as it had been so long since you felt his touch, that oh so loving touch you missed and craved every minute of every day. “there’s noone else bub, only you. i was actually preparing for a big surprise with the boys, that was who i’ve been texting all the time. sorry for not noticing that i was acting weirdly.” he explained while rocking your sobbing form. “how can i believe that you are not cheating on me? there are so many people wanting to get together with you who are much more interesting than me.” you whispered, still not knowing whether what he stated was true or if he just didn’t want you to find out. “first of all, that is not true, nobody could ever be as interesting as you bub. second of all, since you are sad and sulky now, i shall just ditch the whole thing and prove you that i love you so much, shouldn’t i?” he said while leaving you for a minute alone with your thoughts, then arriving and kneeling down in front of you, opening a little velvet box. “will you be mine forever?”
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thekendallkathryn · 2 days
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🧡🌟💜🦋💛
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jeonsupershy · 2 months
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clingy maknae with his leader hyung🦦♥
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fallinshua · 15 days
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TRY NOT TO LAUGH CHALLENGE (IMPOSSIBLE)
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pan-de-seungcheol · 4 months
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˚svts reaction to you being too shy to ask for sex˚
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{Warnings: mentions of sex and thats abt it}
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❋Cheol❋
understands youre just too nervous and thinks its adorable, but will torture you with this information. Literally will pretend he doesnt know what you want until youre a blushy mess, huffing up at him in frustration. Even then he still wont so much as touch you until you mutter those words to him. "pls cheol just...need you to fuck me". Once he hears this he immediately picks you up and takes you to the bedroom.
❋Jeonghan❋
certified meanie. Jeonghan is similar to cheol in that he pretends to not know what you want, even though he knew immediately when he saw the lust in your eyes. takes it a step further tho and makes you beg for him. A simple "fuck me" isnt enough for him. He needs you on your knees, pawing at his thighs with soft pleas on your lips for his cock. Once youre practically in tears from horniness then hell fuck you. "Aww my pretty baby needed me so bad, huh?" hed say while sliding into your painfully soaked pussy, finally giving you what you want.
❋Joshua❋
knows you so well that all it takes is one look in your eyes and he understands what you want from him. hed definitely tease you for about 30 seconds but seeing you so shy for him made the blood rush to his dick immediately and he just cant help himself. He puts your pleasure first tho and eats you out until you cum around the soft muscle of his tongue. Immediately goes for round two without giving you a break.
❋Jun❋
again with my perv jun agenda cause i cant get enough of him. hed definitely get turned on by the blush in your cheeks and how you stumble over your words to ask him for sex. He knows how much youre attracted to him and uses it to his advantage just to see you all nervous in front of him. Hes taking his shirt off infront of you, showing off his broad shoulders that you love so much and watching your reaction the whole time. just loves how innocently you ask him for something hes so willing to give you. would def go multiple rouds cause the memory of your blushy face makes him hard all over again.
❋Hoshi❋
Very excitedly agrees when you ask him to fuck you. is a little confused why youre blushing so hard and hiding your face in your hands. hed gently pull your hands from your face and look deep into your eyes "you dont ever have to be embarrassed about that." his ego gets boosted when you say its just cause you find him so attractive that you get scared to ask. from then on hes flexing in front of you "does this turn you on too?" and yes it does have you seen his muscles??
❋Wonu❋
the first time you ever thought to ask Wonwoo for sex you felt so embarrassed. sex is a normal thing for couples, so why does this simple question give you so much unsurity? Wonwoo notices you having a mental internal battle with yourself on the couch and comes over to check on you. He notices right away when you jump a little at his presence, and it doesnt take long for the dots to connect in his mind. he just makes it worse for you, getting close enough to feel his breath on your skin, the heat emanating from his body, but he refuses to even touch you until you give him the words he wants. hes unbelievably patient, so hes willing to play this game all night. Fucks you on the sofa when you give in finally.
❋Woozi❋
knows that youre shy but doesnt care. he expects you to ask when you want to fuck, and hes not gonna coddle you like some people would (DK). youre both grown ups afterall. however, he cant help how his cock hardens when he sees the way you check him out while hes working on a new song. He waits the painful amount of time it takes you to muster up the courage to finally ask him, but once you do hes bending you over his computer desk, fucking you from behind and recording your sweet moans for future use.
❋DK❋
completely the opposite from woozi. the second he sees even a smidge of blush start to form on your cheeks hes kneeling before you, asking you what you want from him. he knows you have needs and he wants to satisfy them no matter what. if you were especially horny for him after watching him perform hed immediately catch on to your lingering gaze and how you look him up and down, lightly biting your lower lip. hed be pulling you into the shower with him, both washing off the sweat from the concert and creating a whole different type of mess with you.
❋Mingyu❋
confused puppy. hes never shy to ask you for sex, so when you refuse to mutter the words he just doesnt understand that he makes you nervous. "You dont have to lead, just ask me and ill take it from there". even after you explain it to him he just cant fathom that youd keep something like this from him. "Am i too rough or something? is that why youre scared to ask????" because i can be gentler!" not quite right gyu but hes def got the spirit!
❋Minghao❋
is a mindreader canonically, so hed know right away if youre horny and wont tell him. will then proceed to be the most dramatic about showing himself off to you, stripping down to his boxers and walking around the house like its just another day for him. youre literally a horny mess for him by the time you very quietly ask for him. "oh baby, did you think i didnt know? you were practically dripping for me". would take you nice and slow, whispering to you about being his shy lil girl too scared to take whats rightfully hers.
❋Seungkwan❋
equally as shy to ask for sex so he definitely understands your dilemma. he does the same thing, all nervously ringing his hands any time he needs you to take care of the growing hard-on in his pants. neither one of you want to bother the other, so this is def a point of miscommunication between the two of you. Both of you literally pounce on the other once they muster up the courage to ask tho.
❋Vernon❋
genuinely doesnt know what you want. you can beat around the bush as much as you want but hes just not gonna get the point unless you spell it out for him. Youd finally break down after about an hour of trying to hint to him that youre needy "Vernon. Im trying to tell you to fuck me" "OOOHHHH why didnt you just say so?" would then fuck you into the mattress while calling you a whore for his cock.
❋Dino❋
thinks its his fault that you feel scared to ask for sex. "you can just ask me i promise i wont get upset or anything, i love you and i want to please you too" hed pout when you admitted your dilemma to him. the next time you ask him hed drop his usually dominant demeanor to worship every inch of your body, furthering his point that he wants you to need him like this. hed then spend hours cuddling you and begging you to ask him when youre horny (hed also much rather you ask him than use a toy, so he really tries to emphasize this to you)
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{Author's Note}
heheheheheheehhehheheheheheh
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honeyshua · 4 months
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Chan kissed your cheek as he was getting ready to leave. Only to freeze as he unexpectedly heard your voice “one more?” Chan laughed to himself before leaning down to kiss you again. “One more?” You asked again more awake this time. He kissed you again and held a finger up to your lips before you could say another word. “Baby I have to go. I sadly can’t just kiss you all day.” “And why not?” You jokingly asked accompanied with a pout.
“How about this? Tomorrow we can spend the whole day together. And then tomorrow night I’ll take you to your favorite restaurant. And when we come home I’ll have all the time to kiss you.”
You felt the butterflies in your stomach sensation hit like it did the first date you had with him. “That sounds wonderful!”
Chan smiled at your excitement and gave you one last kiss before he left.
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bitchlessdino · 5 months
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take a seat (m)
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Pairing: chan x afab!reader Genre: smut Word count: 2.9k tags: house mates au, couch sex, spitting, thigh riding, fingering, oral (fem. receiving) Summary: Who knew your favorite seat would someone else’s lap, let alone Lee Chan of all people. author note: hi. yall don't know how hype i am to see all of dino variety appearances, not only that. i am so proud of how far he's come. i only can say this was all him. finally his merit is being shown and appreciated. this is all so amazing. what an great time to be alive.
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It was the dead of night, long hours past hours of dusk and you were hitting the liquid fire too carelessly. You were starting to see things not clearly and started seeing people that you wouldn’t otherwise think about look more breathtaking than the rest. Every sway, every gaze, every lock of hair. He moved with both precision and ease, so effortlessly perfect in every light that hit him.
He even had you bewitched, probably the last person that would’ve ever thought these things about him. He’s charming—no doubt about it—but young and bright wasn’t your type. Lee Chan had to be the youngest and brightest. You knew one day you’d drown that brightness until that light would turn dim. That’s what you’ve always said, now you could feel your dribble coming from both ends.
You picked up remnants from your mouth with the back of your hand, your eyes not once led astray away from his body that moved like shadows. Your legs stayed clamped together, twisting and turning in your seat. ‘Maybe it was the alcohol’, you thought, but that churn in your stomach and that shiver down your spine made it undeniable. Every time his eyes went as far as lingering in your direction, you’d flicker your gaze elsewhere in fear of being caught. You were ninety-seven percent sober at this point, and that mindset hadn’t changed.
“Okay, let’s wrap it up! 2 am. Time to get going. Uber everyone!” Seungcheol rounded up all his friends, pulling his phone out of his pocket to grab a ride.
You stood off to the side, silently observing as most of your friends tried animatedly convincing Seungcheol that the night was still young. He was still in your sight, so crazy mesmerizing that it made you claw up your own thigh. Your feet tapped anxiously against the concrete, pretending to think about anything else, and soon enough an SUV with a big logo on the windshield.
“Get in, children!”
“Wait,” you stopped them in their tracks, “there’s only enough for four extra people. We have five.”
Seungcheol shrugged, “I figured we could squeeze, or have someone sit on someone else’s lap.”
“We’re five fully grown adults,” Wonwoo interjected matter-of-factly, “There’s no squeezing. Any volunteers?”
You sighed, “I guess I will, since I’m a last minute addition tonight.”
“Alright, Chan will be the sacrificial lamb.”
The rest of your friends stared back at the young man expectedly, a puzzled expression on his face. “Uh, sure. No problem with me.”
You offered him an awkward smile before mouthing ‘sorry,’ to which he nodded, giving you silent reassurance that all was okay. 
Everyone else made themselves comfortable and you made do with the painfully awkward situation, feeling Chan’s smooth and toned legs as you sat down. Like heaven underneath you,  you almost melted into the durability of his thighs, nearly audibly moaning upon contact. You shifted your weight in his lap cautiously, attempting to find a less than comfortable position with no signs of success, having you internally curse to yourself. Like you were doing to your sanity, you gripped the bar above the car door to keep still, shallow breaths escaping your lungs. You glanced back at him apologetically; (1) for practically using him like a chair, (2) for enjoying it immensely.
“Am I heavy? I am, aren't I?”
He shook his head reassuringly, kindness in his eyes. “You’re fine. Don’t worry about it.”
One fast run over a speed bump and the lack of a seat belt caused a bounce against your fleshy seat. Chan instinctively found purchase around your waist, guiding you back to his lap safely as he locked his arms around you like an automatic safety net. His groan rose the hairs on your arms and the sensation of his toned chest hitting your back in his embrace made you swallow back audibly pleasure.
“Chan,” you softly moaned, sounding more sexually charged than you intended.
“Still good,” he repeated in a rasp, a subtle but noticeable flush on his cheeks. “Nothing I didn’t expect.”
Your other housemates chuckled like silent observers, keeping to themselves. The eldest passenger of all cleared his throat before making his announcement. “Sit tight, guys. We’re almost back at the sharehouse.”
No sworn word of Seungcheol could drop your elevated heart rate. Every passing minute you couldn’t stop thinking about how you were held for all those two seconds, feeling the pool of your heat dampen the thin fabric of your underwear. You avoided his eyes the rest of the trip, ignoring the burning churn in your stomach.
You couldn’t run out of that car fast enough when you reached the sharehouse lot. Your heart pumping out of your chest, you were ready to absolve all unchaste sensations to save face by locking yourself in your room for as long as you could. The others were quick to follow behind and you heard their footsteps a beat after yours up the stairs.
“Hey wait!”
Chan’s voice at the end of the hall could stop you from swinging your door for it to shut, sparing you a moment of peace. That moment didn’t last all that long before there was a knock on the other side of the door. Through the wood, you can hear the heavy panting of a man who ran too many flights of stairs too quickly to get there, you know because you were hyperventilating the same way getting away from him.
“You ran…so fast…barely caught up.”
You softly cleared your own throat, taking your time to speak through the door. “Sorry, Chan,” you croaked. “Really tired. Couldn’t wait to knock out. Maybe I can help you out with whatever you need tomorrow?”
“Oh, nothing like that. You ran away—I mean off—so quickly you dropped your wallet in the car.”
“Oh. Okay, uh.” You opened the door, viewing his relieved smile stretched across his cheeks. “Thanks, Chan.”
He handed it to you, his gentle touch slipped past yours and the sensation tensed against your skin. “No problem. Oh hey, are you coming to the event tomorrow too? Should be fun.”
You shook your head. “Oh, no. I mean tonight was great, but I’m probably just gonna recharge tomorrow.”
He nodded agreeably. “Ok. Sounds good.”
“Mmh,” you lingered at the door a moment too long, unsure of what to say next. “Well, good night, Chan.”
He politely smiled. “Good night.”
The door closed, shutting out the outside world, peace—finally—in its wake. That’s what you thought anyway.
The reality was that the following day took forever to come when you could hardly sleep, finding it in you only when the sun was an hour from rising. Most of the morning was spent in bed, listening to the rustle behind the very thin walls. 
It was still the weekend but somehow the other people you lived with managed to keep themselves busy, probably because it was that much closer to Halloween. Even leaving your room, you see the house full of festivities from fake skeletons and sticky spiderwebs. They were nice to look at but not something you found a reason to go out for. 
And for once, it looks like you aren’t alone. You weren’t sure if that was a good or a bad thing yet.
“You didn’t go to the party?” you plainly pointed out.
Chan shrugged from down the stairs, flaunting his Ironman tee shirt and sweatpants. “Thought it wouldn’t be as fun without you.”
“Yeah,” You smiled amused coming down the steps, “because I’m the life of the party, right?”
He chuckled, complexion somehow glossy and radiant in the darkness of the stairwell. “Those guys can be a lot and you’re chill. It’s a nice change of pace.”
The silence in the house was deafening. Had it been any other day before yesterday, this would’ve been fine—civil even—but the back of your head told you things. Things you wanted to do him from front to back, head to toe, sideways, all of the above. Chan had this vice grip on you that escape didn't even seem like an option.
“So we’re just like, the only people at the sharehouse right now?”
“That alright?”
“…sure.”
You ended up sharing the common room together, pretending as if inner demons wasn’t grinding your gears. The first thirty minutes went up in silence and silent chuckles while Halloween Town played, a healthy distance in between you both. Even if you didn’t celebrate the holiday that much, you enjoyed the movies.
“On a scale of one to ten, how much of a better time are you having than yesterday?”
You waved your hands defensively, laughing. “It’s not like that.”
He scoffed, watching you from his peripheral. “You were sitting at the bar all night just watching. You must’ve been bored.”
“I had fun, it’s just…staying home is nice sometimes. Not so suffocating.”
“Like that car ride, maybe?”
You let out quiet laughs, crossing your arms. “Ha. A little bit Kind of a bumpy ride.”
He looked for signs of any discomfort, memories of the night prior flashing in his head including the weight of your body against his. “If I startled you last night, sorry.”
“No, not at all. Your lap is actually comfortable.” The realization hit you like a bus and suddenly you had flying saucers for eyes.
He smiled at your expression, pressing it into a thin line to suppress the laughter threatening to erupt. “Really? I’ll keep that in mind.”
“I didn’t—I slipped. You kept me from flying out of my seat and out the window, you know? I just say dumb shit. Ignore it.”
“Noted, but since you said it…having you sit in my lap was an experience I didn’t think I’d enjoy as much as I did.”
You stared at him for a while, a thousand and one things running through your mind, one being the theory that he didn’t seem to hate what he was put through either.
“You can go ahead and ignore that if you want.”
Then your hand landed on his, wrapping around his digits as you lifted off the couch and in front of him. He quietly watched you turn around with your back towards his and slowly drop into his lap. You familiarized yourself with their warmth, your legs softly parted to embrace both his sides. Turning your head, you met eyes in sultry ponder, anticipating his reaction.
“Like that?” You asked, feigning innocence.
He gazed up at you in soft wonder, lightly shifting in his seat and pressing his back into the couch. “Yeah…just like that.”
You hummed contentedly, stabling yourself against furniture. Naturally, desire took a form inside you and you found yourself putting your full weight against him, causing the tension of his muscles. “It’s a lot more comfortable than yesterday actually. Maybe because I can—“you coughed before you let the words leave your lips.
“Feel me through my pants?” He finished cheekily.
You softly chuckled. “No comment.” 
He matched your smile, teeth finding the flesh of his bottom lip and biting until he tasted metal. He cursed under his breath, hands finding purchase on your hips and ingraining your shape in every wrinkle of his brain. His moans vibrated against your skin, garnering every ounce of power in him to take things slow. These were the kinds of things meant to be savored.
Your body then moved like waves, crashing into him like a brewing storm. Your legs clamped around one of his thighs, rolling your heat at the girth of his leg and admiring the sensation of it flexing underneath you. Chan let out soft grunts, quietly expelling air through his nose. You mused back at him. “You like that? That feel good?”
He only moaned in response, to which you smiled. You let your back connect with his chest, grinding down his lap as the print of his cock hugged between your cheeks. “You’re so big, Chan…”
His hands ran over your thighs, finding the hem of your shorts before his fingers delicately hovered over your clothed arousal. He felt your breath hitch and he pressed a single digit before he dragged it through your covered folds. You moaned loudly in his ear—the TV not standing a chance of drowning it out—while your breath burned his skin and pebbled his skin. You spread your legs to give him more real estate, noticing already how the fluid layered on your inner thighs.
“I can feel how wet you are,” he purred, “how do you feel about taking these off?”
You swallowed. “Yes, please…”
He helped to lay you bare, touching you as his hips dug into the plush flesh of your ass. He only grew bigger under your touch all while you grew wet under his. Body and sweat fusing into one, your chest heaved as Chan’s fingers circled around your slit, squeezing clit between two digits.
Then he stopped himself, a thought popping ingeniously in his head, and he brought his hand up to your face, “Spit in my hand.” 
You looked back at it hesitantly, seeing the film of your remnants on every single finger. Nonetheless, you did as he requested, noting the size of the splatter. His hand went down to find you again, rubbing the moisture in until you were coated all over. His fingers hooked inside and stretched your walls to split you open. He made room to plunge deeper between your molten walls at a practiced pace. You mewled like a feral animal, coming apart with your legs occasionally elevating off him in defeat.
Your legs hooked on either side of his thighs, shaking. You felt his breath on your neck, teeth grazing the skin, voice indicating his focus on your pleasure and how it came to fruition. You were transfixed on his moment, seconds away from cumming, and you weren’t afraid to let him know. “I’m gonna, Mmh, Chan, I’m gonna cum…”
“Do it,” he breathed, shuddering, “I wanna feel you cum in my hand.”
You cried when it happened, falling back against him to the point he held your thighs against your chest. He slapped the back of your thigh every time you jumped, oh well, his fingers jackhammered you into submission. You bucked around them, squirming for release and Chan’s encouragement was more than enough motivation. “Cum for me, hmm…”
Your face grew hot, your legs weak as they bounced in his grip. You clenched around his fingers, stuttering your hips as your vision of light turned into shooting stars. “Yes, yes, shit!”
Chan pulled out of you to look at their milky sheen, practically dripping liquid gold before they entered his mouth. His tongue swept over every finger, sucking them like milk from a bottle. He pushed them in knuckles deep and noticeably his eyes rolled back in his skull in response. His moans deepened into praises, licking every drop until they were nearly squeaky clean. He glazed over you in contempt, mischief on his lips before smiling sweetly as if not a dark thought in his mind, although that was far from the truth.
“Bend over for me.”
You blinked back at him in a daze. “Huh?”
He pushed you until your hands reached the ground and he buried his face between your cheeks. His tongue lapping up your climax, the hug of your flesh around his face bringing him to enlightenment. That time you screamed, screamed loud enough that if anyone were here at home they’d hear but no it was just the two of you, so you screamed louder. Your hand planted against the wood boards, buzzing, moaning as you felt the wetness from his tongue circle around your folds to then taste what was in between. 
He sounded hungry. As If he hadn’t been let out of his cage until now. His hands spread you apart, the full length of his tongue fucking you stupid until you could taste ecstasy on your own tongue.
“The prettiest fucking pussy…” he sucked out every last drop as his thumb rubbed against your swollen clit, “I’ve ever fucking seen…”
Your heart was going at a million beats a minute. You felt tied to a post flinching in and out as he rutted you with his mouth. Sweat beading your already clammy body. Drool and cum running down your thighs. You convulsed around his tongue as tears brimmed in your eyes. “Chan, ngh, too much—fuck, you’re gonna make me explode—“
“Can’t,” he said between breaths. His fingerprints stained your flesh, gripping you so hard that he could see the marks he made into your flesh as he took you in rapid and needy strokes. “So good…you taste so fucking good…”
You whined helplessly, lifting your face from the ground. “Chan—oh fuck—please...”
Having you claw at the floor it wasn’t until he made you cum again that he’d stop, feeling you pulse around his tongue. A hearty moan escaped him tasting your climax in real time, savoring the release until what’s inside of his mouth was painted a solid white.
He came up to the surface with half his face covered in your arousal like a gold medal for the clean plate club, licking away whatever remained on his lips. He pulled you back up against him, resting against the sound drumming of his chest.
You took his clean hand, locking yours through it. You kissed his cheek, briefly tasting your salty tang. He glanced back at you, a soft gentle smile on his face before connecting your lips for the first time, the familiar taste now pungent and enticing from his lips. “You felt and tasted,” he added bashfully, laughing, “incredible. I hope you’re not too tired, I’d really like to know how it feels you riding me with my cock inside you.”
“We can have that arranged.”
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⚽synopsis: After your university cut your soccer team to prioritize the men’s team, it’s natural you have a falling out with your then soccer-star-player boyfriend and impersonate your twin brother at the rival university to play on their men’s team. Wait, it’s not? Oh well. ⚽pairing: afab!reader x ot13 (??? Member) ⚽genre: humor, romance, crack, eventual smut ⚽series tags: MDNI, she’s the man au, revenge au???, cross dressing!reader, reader identifies anything but male, sports au, queer themes, university au, love-whatever the fuck kind of shape, tags will vary per chapter ⚽status: in development ⚽started: first chapter to come out 4/1 @ 6pm eat every weekday ⚽Tag list: please reply to this post, send an ask, or dm to get updated
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