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borrovvedyoongi · 4 years

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dream state of mind

Summary: bulleted scenario, in which you drunkenly end up kissing hyunjin at a party, and everything makes you feel like you're on a high

A/N: non idol!hyunjin, non idol!au, and underage drinking (plz listen to “tkm” by boy pablo when u get to the kissing part!!! it makes the reading experience really lovely uwu)

warnings: oral (female receiving)

ur both invited to this party by a mutual friend, jaemin

at frst u were all like “u gotta give me some sort of incentive to leave my bed, i’m not just going bc ur telling me to”

“there’s free alcohol”

“but i don’t even drink.”

“hyunjin is coming”

“..........go on”

“that’s the incentive pal, so go gussy up and look hot for your mans”

“ok first of all if i rolled up sporting salsa stained sweatpants all of these hoes would fall for me, so i don’t need to gussy up...but fine...i’ll do it for him”

“sick”

you already take a long time getting ready but this time it takes a little while longer

you want to look flawless as humanly possible, but not so much so that intimidates him and makes him run off. your rbf already does that for you.

you arrive and hear the heavy bass and see the swarm of warm bodies up against each other, half of the ppl have drinks in their hands already. it’s not quite 10 yet, only 9:32 pm.

might as well grab a drink to loosen the nerves, you think

you go to the source of the drinks, and enter the semi crowded kitchen. right away, you see hyunjin.

you must’ve been eyeing him too long bc his eyes seem to shift to your figure. it’s probably the atmosphere of the place that gives you a little bit of some extroverted power, bc you wave at him.

..........he waves back, and smiles that grin u swear u fall for all over again each time you see it

r u smitten? mayhaps.

r u down to talk to him tonight and at least score his number? ye

but first, refreshments.

you’re not the best bartender in the whole world, but you try to eyeball the whole drink mixing to create your own understated cocktail.

a whooole lotta pepsi (or coke...or dr pepper... whatevr it’s brown and it’s good) and an ounce of what you assume, vodka, gets poured in your red cup

the whole thing burns the living shit outta ur throat but it’s definitely making you blitzed in the best way possible.

you casually look over your shoulder to hopefully meet hyunjin’s eyes once again, but is bombarded by a smiley jaemin

“jaem! hi :)”

“:D Y/N! welcome to the jamboree! did you uhhhhh talk to him yet?”

“not quite. but i waved and he waved back so i totally got it in the bag”

“what bag?”

“it’s a metaphor, jaem”

“oh”

“r u drunk”

“hehe mabes.”

“anyway, i need to casually sneak over and strike up a conversation with him but he looks busy and i have no idea what to say to him.”

“leave it to me chum”

“yeah don’t ever call me chum ever again or i’m hitting you”

“well ok party pooper” jaemin then grabs your hand and strides to hyunjin’s direction.

panic finally begins to set in the pit of your stomach and you stop in your tracks.

“wait! jaem, idk if i can do this.”

“:o”

“:/ i want to make a good first impression, but i don’t have a clue as to what to say. i wanna look cool..and hot..but also be an amazing conversationalist.”

“ur actually in good hands. i spoke to him earlier and he asked if you were coming.”

“:o”

“yeah i know! let’s go”

he finally lets go of your hand, and you stroke the fabric of your midnight blue crushed velvet mini dress, the one where chenle blushes at the sight when you wear it

aaaaand here is chenle blushing and stopping mid-sentence and looking at you, jaw practically dropped.

hyunjin turns around to see as to what he’s looking at and he understands completely why.

you look ravishing, to say the least

lowkey gulps a little bc erm ur hot bb

and you feel really hot

“hyunjin, hi” your voice sounds a little sultry, not that you were trying

“hey” he says really cooly. you shiver at the sound of his voice, so melodic even through the loudness of the party

“HEY chenle can you help me move the ping pong table in the basement?”

“but me and jisung already-”

“welp we gotta move it again” and then chenle picks up as to whats going on a lil and is all like aight imma head out

hyunjin takes a sip of his drink and almost chokes a lttle bit when you suggest going somewhere more secluded to hang out

“like where?” he asks

“i’m not quite sure actually”

“how about a spare bedroom upstairs.” your eyes widen at his words and you short circuit a teensy bit.

he realizes this then stammers out a response “u-unless you don’t want to then-”

“that’s actually perfect”

internally sweet bb boy hyunjin is just “:o” bc he doesn’t know what will happen

he has heard some stories about you where you’re incredibly wild but at the other hand he has also heard that you’re just as much as a homebody as you are a party goer

“ok cool”

you lead the way and have to pull down your dress to prevent it from riding up so damn high and hyunjin can’t help but stare at your thighs

like, yeah it would be dope to be in between them but do you know what’s even cooler? resting his head in your lap

he’s a pure boy for the most part

both of you enter the spare bedroom and he shuts the door while you plop down on the bed. both of you are still holding cups, both pretty full

you’ve only spoken to him a few times, but enough to get a general idea of him

he’s soft spoken, a bit dramatic, is a lovely dancer and you noticed he has nice ass hands that could choke I MEAN hold your more petite hand

you blush at the idea

he finally sits on the bed beside you and opts to put his drink near the bedside table, you would rather hold yours, gives you something to do with your hands

“hi” he starts off

“hi” you say back

at first it’s a normal conversation

he asks how ur doing, you ask him the same

he says parties are kinda obnoxious

you partly agree and say “depends on if you’re with the right people or not really”

he hums in agreement

it’s back and forth conversation for a few minutes

and then you guys start drinking more in between responses

you don’t know when it happened but now the two of you are right beside each other, thighs touching, both tipsy from your drink

at some point you ditched your drink and got curious as to what his drink tasted like, and he offered you to sip. it’s fruity, and quite sweet

“fair warning tho, chenle suggested adding a lot of other alcohol in it so you might feel a buzz” he says

you’re slightly too far gone because you’re a giggly mess,

it’s ok, he’s giggling too

both of you are lightweight drinkers and get blitzed off of one cup sdjfhsdf you really should get better friends to supervise the two of you at all times

at some point you put your hand on his thigh

at some point he puts his hand atop of yours

you have always seen that cute freckle underneath his eye but up close and personal, it seems more cute

“ur staring” he says

“i know”

it’s okay, he’s staring at your mouth

you finally notice his staring and out loud say “your lips look really kissable”

he smiles, and caresses your hand with his thumb

“i get that a lot. you have really pretty eyes.”

you smile softly, eyes somehow seem prettier in the dim light of the bedside table lamp.

both of you lean in at a slow pace, not wanting to rush

with all of the liquid courage you can muster you finally close the space in between you two

the kiss is so delightfully soft, so delicate

he cups your cheek with his hand as he kisses you

you don’t break apart just yet

you savor the feeling of the sensation of his lips molded into yours

he can taste the mango lip balm as he gently swipes his tongue against your bottom lip

you shamelessly moan and part your lips slightly

he smiles at the sound

he brushes his nose against yours, and then tugs at your bottom lip carefully with his teeth

your heart is beating rapidly, yet time seems to stop around you

hyunjin has been wanting to know what your lips would taste like for a while, and tonight he finally got the chance to know. it’s sweet, it’s soft, it’s dreamy

it all seems like a dream

you suddenly had the urge to bite at his bottom lip, and when you did, he released a guttural moan, and you take the chance to pass your tongue against his

he tastes like a daydream, and you feel tingly all over

you’re snapped out of your trance when he asks if you could straddle him

you nod your head yes, not trusting the sound of your voice

he lays back down on the bed, and you put each leg on either side of his body. you lean down, and once again, press your lips against his

he stops and asks “can i touch you?”

“yes, touch me anywhere you want”

he softly cups your breast in his hand, and begins to kiss you

your dress is definitely riding up, and you can feel wetness pool in the middle of your legs

hyunjin uses his other hand to softly stroke his fingers against your clothed clit

you hum into the kiss in appreciation, and he takes that as a sign to apply a bit more pressure

this time, the feeling takes over you and you hide your face in the crook of his neck, panting

the hand that was on your breast is now resting on your thigh, and gripping it rather harshly

“is it okay if i eat you out?”

“please”

he then grabs at your waist to set you on the bed

he pulls you closer to the edge of the bed and places your legs on each side of his shoulders

you pull up your dress while he pulls down your black lacy underwear

“you look so cute like this baby”

you giggle, and search for his hair to grasp on while he pulls his administrations on you

he kisses the inner part of your thighs, then places the flat of his tongue against your heat

he probes the tip of his tongue in your tight hole while using his thumb to rub agonizingly slow at your clit

moans fill the room, the sound echoing back to his ears, making him more determined for you to cum

he rapidly licks at your clit while inserting two fingers in you

he knows exactly what he’s doing, and because of that, you cum in only minutes

he puts your underwear back on and pulls down the skirt of your dress

he lays back down beside you and licks his fingers clean, looking right at you

your cheeks are flushed and ur a panting mess

“wonderful weather we’re having, hm?” you grab a throw pillow and hit him with it, to which he laughs

he places a hand on your hip and says “I don’t have your number”

you scour around the room to find your purse, which has fallen onto the ground

both of you exchange numbers, cuddle

a few hours pass by and both of you sober up, going your separate ways, but not before leaving a lingering kiss on each other’s lips

everything feels a bit hazy, like it’s a dream. but no, it happened.

he’s your biggest dream to come true

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bangtanlalaland · 5 years

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genius lab | myg (m.)

synopsis ↳you’re late to your studio session with the famous music producer Suga. will there be consequences or will you end up getting what you want in the end?

— music producer!au

→pairing: music producer!min yoongi x singer!female reader

→genre: smut, pwp

→word count: 3.8k+

→contents ⨯ warnings: literally NO plot, kissing, heavy petting, oral sex (f receiving), protected sex, drunk sex? lolol, sort of a one night stand?, spitting, daddy kink & pet names? (idk if that’s even important to list) overstimulation, cum swallowing

“Fuck, I am late.” You think to yourself. You look like a maniac, charging through the train station in a hurry to catch the next transit to the recording studio downtown. You had a meeting scheduled with your producer “Suga.” He wanted to go over the final mixes of an upcoming album you planned on releasing soon. And he does not tolerate working with a late colleague.

He’s worked with many famous artists and has won numerous awards for his work. People gossip all the time, and one time you heard from your manager that a rapper Suga collaborated with once show up an hour late to record. The next day, he got dropped from the label. So yeah, I guess you could say it is a pretty big deal that you make it on time but you’re for certain you are fucked.

Twenty minutes have passed since your scheduled session, and you were still on the monorail en route to your destination. Time felt delayed, almost as if it was fate that kept you on this tight schedule. Of course, you carelessly overslept due to your late partying the previous night for the release party of your single.

Your stop finally came and you exited the monorail, powerwalking your way to the studio. Passing by several cafes, bumping into people, and crossing crosswalks, you finally arrive. You punch in the code to enter the building and hurriedly strut to the elevator. You arrive at the 9th floor, and make a left turn. Stepping in front of the frosted, glass door that reads: Genius Lab.

You take a deep breath and slowly exhale. You give the door 3 knocks, softly but loud enough for him to hear. A few beats later and your eyes follow upwards to meet Suga, as he swings the door open. He seems tired, dressed in a red flannel paired with torn black skinny jeans and black converse. His midnight black hair in a wavy mess, slight bags under his eyes, and his lips slightly tainted with an orange tint as if he was eating something.

“You’re late.” He states the obvious while opening the door wider to allow your entrance.

“I’m so sorry. I can exp-”

He cuts you off nonchalantly not letting you speak any further,

“I finished a few mixes, to give you different options so I’ll let you hear them and then you can let me know which ones you like the most.”

You stand there, nodding in agreement. Trying to hide the annoyance under your expression. “Sounds great!” You smile nervously, but he brushes it off and proceeds to sit at his desk fumbling with some software on his Mac. You find a seat on the leather sofa behind him. You notice an empty instant ramen cup, chopsticks, and a soda can on the coffee table in front of you.

The both of you spent hours, reviewing the different mixes he came up with for each song. It was crucial to get the sound you mostly wanted. After all, it is your first album and you have to release a killer one. Most importantly, you wanted to show the strong passion you have for your craft.

Your thoughts on Suga were undetermined. The moments you did spend with him, recording your previous single, were often awkward or uneasy. This was because he always seemed to be a “stand off-ish” type of guy. Not really holding much of a conversation, sometimes cutting you off, or hardly making eye contact with you. You weren’t sure if it was intentional, but you try not to think of it too much.

Although, after a few shots of soju he gradually opened up, and he didn’t seem so bad after all. You both shared each others dreams and aspirations in life. He even told you his real name is Yoongi. The more he opened up, the more attractive he seemed to you. Not that he was never attractive to you before, because he was and still is. You think he’s sexy actually.

You’ve always had this kink for his hands. Watching him tap the keys on his keyboard or double tap using his mouse or even when he plays with his equipment, because of the way the veins in his hands are so defined and pop whenever he does something to make his hands flex. Seriously just the sight of his hands alone is enough to have you pooling down below.

His eyes are also what get you sometimes.The moments he does make eye contact with you, you savor every second. Sometimes you even play with yourself while looking at his Facebook profile pictures, but of course you don’t tell him that. So yes, maybe you do have a little crush on him. But seriously, who wouldn’t?

Suga even gets off on you in private, mainly at the studio. He’s able to replay any recordings he has of your voice. Raw and unedited. He especially loves when you both spend an entire day together in his studio. Your angelic voice and the way it hits those high notes is what really gets him.

He imagines what it would sound like to have you hitting those same notes while he’s banging you out. This would explain why he acts so oddly around you. But of course, he doesn’t directly tell you this.

The night slowly crept up on the both of you, and things get a little hazier. Suga had set up his Bluetooth speaker earlier, playing a mix of songs from his Spotify playlist at a low volume. You faintly hear an old song playing, and naturally bop your head.

“OMG. Is this Biggie? Big Poppa?!”

“Of course. It’s a hip hop classic.”

“No way!” You’re obviously tipsy at this point, but take another shot of soju then stand up to dance along to the chorus.

“Forever a classic. Come dance with me!” Dragging your words, you reach out to pull him up but he refuses.

“Aw come on, Yoongi!” You continue dancing to the rhythm of the beat, swaying your hips side to side with your arms up. Suga looks up at you with tired, hungry eyes. It's late, and the feels are much stronger at night. He shifts in his seat and spreads his legs open, watching your ass sway in the liquid leggings you have attired.

Without a care in the world, you start belly rolling. Your back is turned and you feel Suga pressing himself behind you, following your rhythm. His lower area pressed hard against your ass gives you a cue to grind on him. He uses his large hands to guide them along your sides, moving along to your pace. You lay your head back against him, his lips a few inches from your ear.

His deep, raspy voice sends chills down your spine. Literal sex to your ears.

“I don’t think you should tease me like this.”

You smile at his remark. His hand travels to your throat, gracefully caressing it.

“Your silence tells me that you do like teasing me, kitten?”

You turn around now facing him straight on and wrap your arms around his neck, looking into his eyes and swaying back and forth. The tension and temperature in the room is rapidly rising.

“Mayyybe.”

He slides his hand up to your face, using his thumb to brush across your bottom lip.

“I don’t think you should.”

“Hm.. why’s that?”

He bends down to your ear to whisper, “I think it’s better if I show you what I mean.” He pulls away, literally an inch away from your face, noses brushing against each other. Your cheeks are flushed, hormones skyrocketed.

“Mmm.. I’d like that a lot,” you slip out, the soju taking over your actions. And that’s all it took for Suga to meet your lips with his. The cushiony feel soaked with the sweet aftertaste of the alcohol he consumed. He applies more pressure, kissing you roughly that you wouldn’t be surprised if he swallowed you whole. Your fingers get lost in his delicate waves.

He follows your neck, leaving behind a trail of licks, bites and kisses. You naturally moan into his touch, and feel his hardened length rubbing against your thigh. You ease your hand to caress him down below. He finds the crease of your core, tracing it with his slender fingers, and snakes his other hand to squeeze your left breast, causing another moan to slip from you.

He leads you, not breaking the kiss, until the back of your knees naturally bend to fall back on the sofa. The anticipation to satisfy each other’s desires overcome the both of you. He removes your shoes, and you throw your blouse on the other side of the room. You arch yourself up to allow him to remove your leggings.

He pushes your legs apart and pulls your silk panties to the side, strings of your wetness connecting from your core to the fabric. You hear him whisper: “You’re so fucking soaked and I barely laid a finger on you.”

You lay flat on the sofa, the cool material soothing your heated skin. You pop your breasts out of your bra and play with your nipples, twisting and turn them between your fingers. Suga wets his thumb with his tongue and places it on your exposed clit, rubbing it in a clockwise motion and gazing at your expression.

You roll your hips at his touch, really attempting to push your pussy on his lips. He looks up at you evilly grinning.

“You want me to eat this pretty little cunt of yours, kitten?”

You eagerly nod your head yes. He gives you another grin and lets go, your pussy now covered by the silk material again. Your eyebrows furrow and you’re confused. You use your elbows to prop yourself up to find that Suga is licking your arousal through your panties. Teasing you.

He senses you will squirm again and grips your sides to hold you down, making you fall back down on the sofa. You can only help but moan now. Loud enough to drown out the sound of music still playing in the room. He reaches up to your mouth, placing his large, cold hand over it.

“Shhh. Can’t be too loud, sexy. There’s still people here recording.”

You felt like he only said that to tease you even more, before you could even realize he removed your panties he slides his tongue up and down your pussy and stops at your clit, giving it a quick flicking motion. Unable to control yourself, you gasp loudly at the feel of his warm, wet tongue making contact with your kitty cat.

“Oh fuck me!”

He groans at your actions in response and places his hand over your mouth again to muzzle your cries.

“Shit! You want us to get caught, huh? Does it turn you on that anyone could walk in here and catch me eating the life out of your pussy?”

You have to admit that there is a thrill in knowing you both could get caught and face major consequences. Your emotions are taking a toll on you. A mixture of grogginess with a sprinkle of a bubbliness. You’re slowly falling “out of it,” but still aware enough to know what exactly is happening. But it all feels like a dream. All those lonesome nights you orgasmed on your fingers, wishing that it was his fingers instead.

Your pondering thoughts are interrupted by Suga spreading your lips apart, sucking your throbbing clit with enough pressure to make your legs wiggle around. He continues sliding his tongue up and down your entire core, all while simultaneously sucking your inner lips.

“Fuck kitten, your pussy tastes amazing.”

Your kitty is as soaked as ever. He drops a trail of saliva on your clit, that streams down your lips. Then uses his fingers to mix your wetness with his fluids, spreading the mixture all over your inner and outer lips.

He stops for a moment to softly blow his breathe on your drenched sex.

Causing your entire body to shiver with chills. He proceeds to finish what he started. You grab a hold of his wrist, and grind your pussy along the pace of his tongue. His opens you up to push his tongue inside of you, basically tongue fucking you. Your eyes roll in the back of your head. The feeling of his tongue exploring your lady parts is nostalgic. You don’t want him to stop.

Sure enough he adds one of his lengthy fingers inside of you, getting you prepped up. He slowly pushes in and out back and forth. You try to speak but your words are still muffled by his hand. He decides to let go and warns you to not make any loud noises.

“Mmm, please just fuck me.” You whisper.

“Sounds like someone is impatient,” he replies while adding a second finger. His fingers pleasurably filling your hole and just as you thought you wouldn’t make anymore sounds. You both make eye contact, as he wraps those tasteful lips around your clit. Just the sight alone of him staring deep into you with those cat-like eyes, while devouring your cunt is enough to make you cum instantly.

You quickly cover your mouth with both hands to quiet your moans and groans. Suga groans against your core making you gush with more wetness. He pulls his fingers out spitting on your already wetness and using his lips and tongue to make those delightful slurping noises. The sounds he makes below you, along with his added fingers again are what set you off.

Even though you’re drunk, you know the need to orgasm has approached. Your back arches off of the leather couch, and Suga feels your kitty clenching around his fingers. He hisses at the feeling and watches as you tremble on the sofa.

“Mmm.. look at you cumming just by my fingers. So fucking hot and horny, aren’t you kitten?”

“Ohhh fuck!” Your legs shake, toes curling and grazing on Suga’s back.

He uses his thumb to gently rub your clit in circles again, making you squeal and jerk forward from the sensitivity.

“Mmm.. oh please! Okay, okay fuck!”

“I may just have to fuck you with my hand over your mouth again.”

He retorts while standing up to lick and suck away all of your juices from his fingers, then he wipes his mouth using the back of his hand. He reaches for his wallet in his back pocket. You continue to lay there still trembling from your orgasm. You hear a wrapper open and notice Suga removed his pants and boxer briefs down to slip a condom on his awakened member that leaks of precum.

His clothes still on, he sits next to you and gestures to sit on his cock. Still twitching, you crawl over to straddle yourself on top of him. You look down to part your pussy lips, while guiding yourself down onto his cock. Your head shoots up with parted lips, just about to moan. Suga notices this and hurriedly masks your mouth with his hand, and you groan within him causing a sensational vibration against his hand that makes his cock twitch.

You lower yourself until your slippery cunt is stretched and filled to the brim, clasping tightly around Suga’s member.

“Goddammit, you feel amazing. I wish I fucked your tight little cunt sooner, kitten.”

He covers your mouth with one hand and uses his other to yank your head back giving your hair a firm grip.

“Which is why I’m going to fuck you until you’re numb, to make up for all the times I hadn’t.”

He slams into you, not leaving you a chance to ride him with your own rhythm. Trying not to fall due to his rapid pace, you hold onto his thighs. Your eyes roll back and close shut, tits partially covered in your bra bouncing up and down.

Your screams muffled into his hand, enjoying the pleasure of him pounding the life out of your pussy. You’re pretty sure the slapping noises, of your skins’, could be heard from outside of the room. But in this moment, you don’t care anymore. Suga is fucking you in his studio, and that’s all that matters.

He comes to a sudden stop and uses this time to unclasp your bra and throw it on the ground. He wraps his lips tight around your right nipple and swirls his tongue on your areola. You run your fingers through his hair in response, while he stares into your eyes with your left breast in his mouth. He plays with both of your breasts, licking and sucking them with his slick tongue, twisting your nipples with his fingers.

“Oh, Yoongi.” You quietly slip, but he faintly hears. He pulls away from your breasts, and offers a sloppy kiss.

“Follow my lead, sexy.”

He lays on his side, and guides you in front of him on your side - in a spooning position. He wraps his hand from under you to mask your mouth again, and you guide his cock into your entrance. He lifts your leg up in the air, giving him a deeper access. His thrusts start off slow, but deep. Like balls deep.

Your warm arousal clenches around him, and you feel a faint tightness between the peak of your core and abdomen. His paces quickens and the slapping noises reapproach, turning you on even more. You reach down to rub your clit, feeling yourself on the verge of an orgasm. Suga pants, feeling himself out of breath but he keeps going. He switches up his rhythm, and this gives him an advantage; not realizing that doing so delays your orgasm.

Knowing he’s on the verge of cumming, he edges himself to last longer, by pulling his entire self out of you and pushing back in all the way holding himself there. Repeating this about 4 times, and coming to a complete stop to catch his breath. You continue rubbing your clit, yearning for a release. He notices this and bends your thigh back further and rams into you unexpectedly cause you to yelp and bite his hand.

He groans inside of you, and pulls out completely again. He sits up and pulls your body towards him, prying your legs open. He pushes your hand out of the way to rub your clit with his fingers.

“Oh fuck.. I’m cum...ming!”

“Fuck yeah, baby.. Cum all over my fucking fingers like the good kitten you are.”

Your pussy throbs of pleasure, and your clit now swollen of overstimulation. The orgasm washes over you fully, making your entire body shudder with ecstasy. “Oh my God, mmm Yoongi!”

He grazes his nails against your thighs “Turn around, need to fuck you from behind and feel you cum around my cock.” Your body is wearing itself down, but you obey his commands and get on all fours, his length rubbing between your ass cheeks. He admires this view of you bent over on your knees, a quivering mess because of him.

You feel his hands spreading your ass cheeks and flinch when his tongue glides one stripe from your hot, stretched pussy to your asshole. He lines himself up at your entrance and smothers his cock in your sticky juices, then lands a drop of his spit on his cock. Your walls clench as he pushes himself entirely into you.

The position giving him a deeper advantage to bottom you out completely. You’re for certain if he goes any further he will hit your cervix.

“Daddy! Ungh, fuck!”

Your cries cause his dick to throb needlessly inside of you. He hisses,

“Mmm.. what was that, kitten? You like when daddy stuffs you full of his cock?”

You look back at him and nod. He pulls himself out of you, making you whine at the emptiness that fills you. You attempt to wiggle yourself back onto him, wanting to be filled again but he unexpectedly slams back into you, making you jolt forward and gasp at how full he feels inside of you.

“Look at you. A whiny fucking mess still needy for daddy’s dick.”

His remark results in you gushing out more wetness and clinging onto his cock for life. You feel your hair being pulled back into a makeshift ponytail and the sharp pain from his hand making contact with your right ass cheek causes you to drench him in your juices. He repeatedly thrusts roughly in and out of you, your ass cheeks creating ripples from how hard he’s fucking you.

The squelching noises from your wet pussy echo in his mind. He slaps your cheek again, and he’s slowly running out of breath. The feeling of your tightness is too much for him to handle as he’s on the verge of his orgasm. He lets go of your hair and grips your hips, thrusting at a more rapid pace.

“I’ve waited for so long to finally fuck you. I want you to cum all over my cock, kitten. Show daddy how much you love having him fuck the shit out of you.”

Your body pushing forward on the sofa, you find anything to give yourself a grip so you won’t fall forward from how hard he’s pounding into your pussy. Suga gives your walls no mercy. Your core sends a signal to your brain that you’re finally tapping out. You feel that throbbing sensation coming back again.

“Oh, shit!”

“Yes, baby.. Can you be a good girl and cum for daddy?” Just when you thought your body couldn’t take anymore, here you are having your third orgasm. You lose all control over your body, shrieking and shivering beneath him. Steadily slipping into a state of reverie, you lose comprehension of who you are and what is happening at this moment. Suga literally fucked your brains out.

He feels his sperm on the way to combust any moment now. He pulls out of you and helps you onto your knees, holding the back of your head close to his cock while he jerks off. You naturally stick your tongue out. Hair clinging to his forehead that’s now dripping with sweat, his chest heaving and his sexy weary voice fills your eardrums. “Ahhh, fuck..” His warm, thick load smothers your tongue. You hold his cum in your mouth while carefully wrapping your lips around his tip, blowing bubbles with his cum and sucking it back up. He hisses and buckles his hips at the sensitivity.

You gulp his load down your throat, leaving a slightly salty taste in your mouth. Your tongue stick out again, but this time to show him proof that your tummy is filled with his cum.

“Mmm.. such a good girl.” He rubs your hair, caressing your head.

“I never thought you’d be such a dirty little slut for me, kitten.”

You simply smile up at him and respond with a hoarse voice, “Surprise!”

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glass-ladybug · 7 years

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all the exposition of the vamp au

Sophomore year /sucked/. Everyone was on Mae to 'make plans', 'grow up', and 'turn in her assignments on time'. Whatever. That was utter bullcrap. School didn't hold any interest for her anymore, and she couldn't really remember a time when it had. Well, first-grade was pretty nice. Macaroni art pictures and all that. Everyone being friends, and that one kid who ate a leaf and got sick. Ahh, yeah. Good memories. Mae pondered on the thought for a moment. Maybe school would be better with more friends? Well she had Lori M., ((is ., right?))of course. And Selmers! Always Selmers. But, Lori was eleven-turning twelve in February, as she liked to remind Mae- and all Mae did with Selmers was write awful ((CHANGE MAYBE?)) poems. Yeah, they hung out, but they weren't really... BFF's or anything. Who /cared/ if she put in effort, anyway? She didn't. Yeah, her mom and dad wanted her to go to college, but for what? What was the point? There wasn't anything she wanted to do. No job that called out to her, no big dream to live up to. Just Possum Springs. Mae shoved her beat up text books into her locker, leaving it open behind her as she walked away. Thinking was a chore. School was a chore. Anything other than eating and sleeping was a /chore/. She hefted her bag onto her hip, dragging her feet behind her. Science class was up next. Well, Mr. Chazokov had taken to calling her his 'best worst student', so, even though she hated the class, she had /that/ accomplishment to dwell on. Absently clutching her bag, Mae flung open the door to come face to face with a girl. Dark hair, dark eyes, and a rather frightening expression. Mae looked at her, tilting her head slightly as she studied the girl's face. What was her name? Bella? Brooke? Breanna? Something to that extent. The girl scowled at her impatiently, as if expecting something. Ah! Wait! /Bea/. The girl spoke through gritted teeth. "Are you gonna get out of the way or not?" "Huh? I-, wait, uh-" Mae's muddled brain foggily rose to attention as it attempted to comprehend the words, only dimly processing the situation. Bea pushed past her roughly, her shoulder jabbing Mae in the arm as she disappeared down the hallway at a brisk pace. Mae, still unable to focus on the world around her, took a hesitant step into the classroom, nearly sinking into her chair as she tossed her backpack to the floor. Mr. Chazokov ran a hand through his rapidly graying hair, before giving an audible sigh. He spoke calmly, but the underlying tension was obvious to everyone but Mae. "Beatrice has just received some.... unfortunate news. She likely has no ill will towards you, Miss Borowski, so I hope you do not hold a grudge." Mae nodded vaguely, indifferent to the world around her. Everything was gray. Gray, gray, gray, like the color of the sky on a rainy day, the flash of steel on a knife, and the bitter look in Beatrice's eyes. She didn't like the gray. Mr. Chazokov rattled on, using a marker to illustrate the topic, and point at the important parts. Mae found herself focusing on his lips as she tried to decipher the slew of words he was spewing. All the sound in the room faded to a dull pulse, beating loudly in her head. It pounded on, and Mae's eyes began to slip out of focus as all the objects around her took the form of shattered glass, fragments of what were once people, or chairs, or desks becoming itty bitty particles. Everything around her was inhuman, and terrifying. A heap of broken parts. Mae was alone. Alone with the shapes. The smashing in her head increased in volume, and it took all of her draining willpower to not scream. How did the masses of shapes not react? Why weren't they in pain like she was? Wait. A /new/ noise had joined in. Mae lifted her head from her hands slowly, her knuckles turning white from the stress, bursts of agonizing pain exploding in her head. The noise was gibberish, but felt oddly familiar. Every sound was muffled, as if she'd been shoved underwater and held down. Mae's body crumpled under the assault of noise and shapes. /Mae/. The sound whispered. /Mae./ She didn't respond. She didn't have the energy to. /Mae./ The voice increased in volume, and bits and pieces of the shapes flung together, almost forming a tangible object. "Mae!" The voice yelled, and Mae blinked widely to see the concerned face of.... Selmers? The racket had dulled to a faint pulsing, like that of a heartbeat. Selmers put a hand on Mae's shoulder, clearly uncomfortable. "Alright, uhh, shit. Do you know what happened?" Mae gave a blank stare in response. Selmers shifted slightly, her heavy lidded eyes filled with concern as she stared at her friend. Mae felt limp, and drained. "Okay, apparently not. Think you can stand?" Mae cocked her head to the right, fumbling to find the words that sat dully on her tongue. "You... You're not in this class?" At least Mae didn't think she was. She couldn't really remember right now. Selmers sighed, breathing though her nose. "No, sweetie, I'm not. C'mon, stand up." Her voice was strained, and overly patient. Mae wondered if she'd done something wrong. Selmers lifted her by the arm, holding the dazed girl to her side. Mr. Chazokov held up a hand. "Girls, wai-" Selmers quirked an eyebrow slightly. "She needs help. We'll be back. Or we might not be. I'll let you know." Obviously not wanting to fight out the situation with the bulky, stubborn girl, Mr. Chazokov relented, waving them out the door. "Get well soon?" A kid in the back feebly offered, his voice wavering with confusion. --------- "So." Selmers said, her legs kicked up on the plush chair Mae was lying in. "Did I scream?" Mae asked, scooting forward. "Yeah, a little bit. I only came in at the end, so I dunno." "Oh. Cool. Why were you in there?" "Turning stuff in." "Oh." Mae leaned back, sinking into the plump cushions. "How's your head?" "Eh. Could be worse." Mae glanced around the nurse's office, the vibrating in her head a constant force. The room smelled distinctly of disinfectant and lemon pledge, the lights far too bright against the chipped white walls. It consisted of a refrigerator with a few ice packs, the torn and frayed leather chair Mae was sitting in, and garish 'Get-Well-Soon' posters lining the walls. Budget-cuts. Possum Springs didn't have a whole lot of money, but hey, at least the football team had /brand-new uniforms/! Mae wanted to kick the ass of every council member. "Then again," Mae said, "it could definitely be better." "Would a poem help?" "I dunno, man. Sure." Selmers cleared her throat, and began to recite from her notebook. ((IDK throw a poem here when u think of one. sunrise vs sunset or smth)) "Niiiice." Stretching, Selmers lifted herself up. "You should go home." The buzzing noise decreased in volume, and Mae closed her eyes. "Yeah. Probably." Selmers wavered, walking out the door hesitantly. "I'll see you tomorrow." Mae shut her eyes a little more forcefully. "See ya, Selma." And with that, Mae was left alone in the decrepit, sorry excuse for a room. ---------- "Mom, really. I'm /fine/." Mae groaned, tossing her bag to the side. Mae's mother looked harrowed, pursing her lips. "Sweetie, I know high school is difficult to get used to-" Mae shot her an irritated glance. "I was just feeling sick. It's, like, a 24-hour bug or something. I'm all better now, see?" She stood up a little straighter, plastering on a false smile in order to placate her mother's fears. Being back home had lessened the potency of the noise- after a few hours, it was nearly unnoticeable, yet she was still a bit shaken. The attacks had occurred before, but this was the most severe of them all. Whoever had chosen to call them 'attacks' should be given a medal. That's exactly what they were: attacks. A war inside her head, where her both parts were violently beating each other. Some days it was hard to tell who was winning. That still didn't mean she wanted to be stuck inside, though. "I'm gonna go hang at the library. Get some stuff done." She wasn't. Mae had the full intention of sitting up on some poor sap's roof, and flinging stones at passing cars and bikes. Fighting a losing battle, Mrs. Borowski set a plate down at the table. "Alright, hon. I'll drop you off. It's too cold to walk." "Mom, you don't-" Mae's mother leveled a stare at her daughter, before grabbing her car keys off the table. Sighing audibly, Mae obliged to follow. She could just walk somewhere, anyways. ---- Possum Springs' weather was cool, and crisp. Late November was filled with crisp leaves, the prickling of cold wind, and the foreboding knowledge that there would soon be frost on the ground. The Historical Society building loomed over the boxy little houses of the town, built with crumbling brick and mortar, weathered with age. Its roof had become a nesting place for crows, and its three floors held shelves upon shelves of dusty books. Mae trudged up the stairs, grunting as she yanked open the bulky wooden doors that led into the library. The inside of the library felt as if it was under a spell. The entire room was swathed in a deep blue light, columns and walls painted with constellations and stars, giving the area an ethereal feeling, like a dream. A plump man sat at the counter, fiddling with a stack of library cards. "Anything I can help you with?" "Just looking." Mae's eyes drifted over the selections of books, wondering why she'd come in anyway. Suddenly, the heavy oaken doors flew open forcefully, and a gust of wind fluttered the papers on the secretary's desk. A tiny figure, scrawny and small burst through the entranceway. The man gave out a rather forceful glare. Lori M. gasped, shocked, and guiltily sprinted to Mae's side, making her footfalls as light as possible to avoid further attention. "Hi -huff**huff*-Mae!" She whispered, exuding excitement. The eleven year old's mousy brown hair bounced in a fluffy flurry around her, and she tucked the dull strands behind her ear. The kid was bundled up, wrapped in a downy maroon sweatshirt and scarf. "Hey. Outta class already?" Lori looked at Mae quizzically, tilting her head. "It's 4 pm, Mae." "Ah. Right. So, what are you here for?" "Need a book for school. Also, your mom said you were here!" She beamed widely. "Cool, cool. What are you gonna get?" Lori's eyes illuminated happily, and she latched on to Mae's arm. "You already know." Lori was right. Mae probably did know. The kid was an aspiring horror movie director, and could pull off an excellent blood-curdling shriek, as she had demonstrated many times before. Odds were she was picking out a book on fake blood, or something. Lori pulled the older girl down a series of twists and turns, maneuvering her way between shelves as she came to a stop in front of a dilapidated array of books, each worn and musty to a varying degree. Lori knelt down, patting the spot next to her on the carpet. "These are my favorites. The Witch Trials of Salem, the History of Horror, Dracula..." "Are these, like, the Harfest reject books?" "Oh, /ha-ha ./ They're classic literature!" "Whatever, kid." Lori affectionately traced a finger over one's cover, musing through her selection. "Why don't you get something?" "I'm not that big of a reader." Lori looked aghast. "But it's /horror/! How can you /not/ want to read books abut gore and dead people?" "...Good point." Mae sat down next to her friend, scanning the variety of aging books, most of them in poor condition. It didn't look they'd be cleaned or taken care of in several years. They must not have gotten checked out very often. Lori seemed happy with her selection, entitled: 'Frankenstein: Man, not Monster'. Mae ran her hands across the books, before, suddenly, her fingers met empty space. Where another book should've been, there was a thin, tight gap between the last book and the woodwork. "There's something.... missing." Lori frowned, not looking up from her book. "Well, it's a library. People are allowed to check things out." Mae nodded uncertainly, pushing her fingers gently into the dark space. "Yeah, I guess." In the tiny, cramped gap between the books and the wall, Mae's fingers brushed against something. Between the slats of wood, there was a hollow only slightly bigger than her hand, as if someone had just scooped out the wood, leaving an indent several inches deep. Shoving the books beside her against the opposite wall, she wedged her hand in further, searching for whatever it was the space held. Her fingertips met a flat surface, cracked, and papery. Mae groped around in an attempt to pull it out. It didn't budge. "Lori," She said tenatively, "help me get this out of here." Hesitantly, the girl pulled her eyes away from the printed pages. "Get what-" Mae grabbed a few books, tossing them to Lori. "Here." She continued to yank away stacks without care, and Lori nervously fought to organize them. "Uhhh, Mae, *huff**huff, can we really-" "Got it!" Mae murmured happily, dislodging the object from the books and wood, pulling it onto her lap. "It's a book..." Lori sighed wearily. "A /hidden/ book!" Mae protested. Inside, she felt a little disappointed. The stout, withered old book was unassuming, its cover bound in old, hardened leather, and any type that may have once embellished it had long worn away. She flipped it over. "There's no barcode. Do you think I can check it out?" Lori shifted from side to side. "Uhh. Maybe?" Mae had a feeling that whoever had stuffed the book back there probably didn't want it found, though why they hadn't hidden it better was beyond her. She figured that if taken to the front desk, she'd never see the it again. So she tucked the book under her jacket, nestling it against her side. "Sorry for ruining your shelf." "Oh. Uh. It's okay?" Lori said, tenderly sliding the books back into position. "See ya tomorrow." Mae said guiltily. "See ya!" Lori smiled. Mae stood up, making sure to clamp the little book to her side as she surreptitiously walked out of the building, and into the cold afternoon. --------------

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glass-ladybug · 7 years

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vampire story or whatever

Freshman year /sucked/. Everyone was on Mae to 'make plans', 'grow up', and 'turn in her assignments on time'. Whatever. That was utter bullcrap. School didn't hold any interest for her anymore, and she couldn't really remember a time when it had. Well, first-grade was pretty nice. Macaroni art pictures and all that. Everyone being friends, and that one kid who ate a leaf and got sick. Ahh, yeah. Good memories. Mae pondered on the thought for a moment. Maybe school would be better with more friends? Well she had Lori M., ((is ., right?))of course. And Selmers! Always Selmers. But, Lori was twelve-turning thirteen in February, as she liked to remind Mae- and all Mae did with Selmers was write shitty poems. Yeah, they hung out, but they weren't really... BFF's or anything. Who /cared/ if she put in effort, anyway? She didn't. Yeah, her mom and dad wanted her to go to college, but for what? What was the point? There wasn't anything she wanted to do. No job that called out to her, no big dream to live up to. Just Possum Springs. Mae shoved her beat up text books into her locker, leaving it open behind her as she walked away. Thinking was a chore. School was a chore. Anything other than eating and sleeping was a /chore/. She hefted her bag onto her hip, dragging her feet behind her. Science class was up next. Well, Mr. Chazokov had taken to calling her his 'best worst student', so, even though she hated the class, she had /that/ accomplishment to dwell on. Absently clutching her bag, Mae flung open the door to come face to face with a girl. Dark hair, dark eyes, and a rather frightening expression. Mae looked at her, tilting her head slightly as she studied the girl's face. What was her name? Bella? Brooke? Breanna? Something to that extent. The girl scowled at her impatiently, as if expecting something. Ah! Wait! /Bea/. The girl spoke through gritted teeth. "Are you gonna get out of the /goddamn way/ or not?" "Huh? I-, wait, uh-" Mae's muddled brain foggily rose to attention as it attempted to comprehend the words, only dimly processing the situation. Bea pushed past her roughly, her shoulder jabbing Mae in the arm as she disappeared down the hallway at a brisk pace. Mae, still unable to focus on the world around her, took a hesitant step into the classroom, nearly sinking into her chair as she tossed her backpack to the floor. Mr. Chazokov ran a hand through his rapidly graying hair, before giving an audible sigh. He spoke calmly, but the underlying tension was obvious to everyone but Mae. "Beatrice has just received some.... unfortunate news. She likely has no ill will towards you, Miss Borowski, so I hope you do not hold a grudge." Mae nodded vaguely, indifferent to the world around her. Everything was gray. Gray, gray, gray, like the color of the sky on a rainy day, the flash of steel on a knife, and the bitter look in Beatrice's eyes. She didn't like the gray. Mr. Chazokov rattled on, using a marker to illustrate the topic, and point at the important parts. Mae found herself focusing on his lips as she tried to decipher the slew of words he was spewing. All the sound in the room faded to a dull pulse, beating loudly in her head. It pounded on, and Mae's eyes began to slip out of focus as all the objects around her took the form of shattered glass, fragments of what were once people, or chairs, or desks becoming itty bitty particles. Everything around her was inhuman, and terrifying. A mass of was alone. Alone with the shapes. The smashing in her head increased in volume, and it took all of her draining willpower to not scream. How did the masses of shapes not react? Why weren't they in pain like she was? Wait. A /new/ noise had joined the hellish symphony. Mae lifted her head from her hands slowly, her knuckles turning white from the stress, bursts of agonizing pain exploding in her head. The noise was gibberish, but felt oddly familiar. Every sound was muffled, as if she'd been shoved underwater and held down. Mae's body crumpled, as if she'd been rammed through a drier and spun around. /Mae/. The sound whispered. /Mae./ She didn't respond. She didn't have the energy to. /Mae./ The voice increased in volume, and bits and pieces of the shapes flung together, almost forming a tangible object. "Mae!" The voice yelled, and Mae blinked widely to see the concerned face of.... Selmers? The racket had dulled to a faint pulsing, like that of a heartbeat. Selmers put a hand on Mae's shoulder, clearly uncomfortable. "Alright, uhh, shit. Do you know what happened?" Mae gave a blank stare in response. Selmers shifted slightly, her heavy lidded eyes filled with concern as she stared at her friend. Mae felt limp, and drained. "Okay, apparently not. Think you can stand?" Mae cocked her head to the right, fumbling to find the words that sat dully on her tongue. "You... You're not in this class?" At least Mae didn't think she was. She couldn't really remember right now. Selmers sighed, breathing though her nose. "No, sweetie, I'm not. C'mon, stand up." Her voice was strained, and overly patient. Mae wondered if she'd done something wrong. Selmers lifted her by the arm, holding the dazed girl to her side. Mr. Chazokov held up a hand. "Girls, wai-" Selmers quirked an eyebrow slightly. "She needs help. We'll be back. Or we might not be. I'll let you know." Obviously not wanting to fight out the situation with the bulky, stubborn girl, Mr. Chazokov relented, waving them out the door. "Get well soon?" A kid in the back feebly offered, his voice wavering with confusion. --------- "So." Selmers said, her legs kicked up on the plush chair Mae was lying in. "Did I scream?" Mae asked, scooting forward. "Yeah, a little bit. I only came in at the end, so I dunno." "Oh. Cool. Why were you in there?" "Turning stuff in." "Oh." Mae leaned back, sinking into the plump cushions. "How's your head?" "Eh. Could be worse." Mae glanced around the nurse's office, the vibrating in her head a constant force. The room smelled distinctly of disinfectant and lemon pledge, the lights far too bright against the chipped white walls. It consisted of a refrigerator with a few ice packs, the torn and frayed leather chair Mae was sitting in, and garish 'Get-Well-Soon' posters lining the walls. Budget-cuts. Possum Springs didn't have a whole lot of money, but hey, at least the football team had /brand-new uniforms/! Mae wanted to kick the ass of every council member. "Then again," Mae said, "it could definitely be better." "Would a poem help?" "Shit, man. Sure." Selmers cleared her throat, and began to recite from her notebook. ((IDK throw a poem here when u think of one. sunrise vs sunset or smth)) "Niiiice." Stretching, Selmers lifted herself up. "You should go home." The buzzing noise decreased in volume, and Mae closed her eyes. "Yeah. Probably." Selmers wavered, walking out the door hesitantly. "I'll see you tomorrow." Mae shut her eyes a little more forcefully. "See ya, Selma." And with that, Mae was left alone in the decrepit, sorry excuse for a room. ---------- "Mom, really. I'm /fine/." Mae groaned, tossing her bag to the side. Mae's mother looked harrowed, pursing her lips. "Sweetie, I know high school is difficult to get used to-" Mae shot her a warning glance. "I was just feeling sick. It's, like, a 24-hour bug or something. I'm all better now, see?" She stood up a little straighter in order to placate her mother's fears. Being back home had lessened the potency of the noise- it was nearly unnoticeable now, yet she was still a bit shaken. The attacks had occurred before, but this was the most severe of them all. Whoever had chosen to call them 'attacks' should be given a medal. That's exactly what they were: attacks. A war inside her head, where both sides were violently beating each other. Some days it was hard to tell who was winning. That still didn't mean she wanted to be stuck inside, though. "I'm gonna go hang at the library. Get some stuff done." She wasn't. Mae had the full intention of sitting up on some poor sap's roof, and flinging stones at passing cars and bikes.

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