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HEAVENLY ┆ A PARK SUNGHOON ONESHOT

SYNOPSIS! park sunghoon has put a curse on you after smashing you heart into a million pieces — that you’d never be able to find anyone comparable to him. and now he’s back, cocky and flirty as ever to prove that he’s the only one you’d ever need.

GENRE! playboy! sunghoon x fem reader, kiss his face with an uppercut romance, exes to lovers, fake dating, mutual pining, fluff, angst

CAUTION! cursing, party, attempt of writing heartbreak angst, slightly toxic (?) behaviour, make out scenes, cheating allegations, sunghoon douchebag, sunghoon has major confrontation issues, smoking

WORDCOUNT! 9.5k

MIKAELA’S! IM BACK, he’s back. playboy hoon! finally writing after like three months, it’s not the best so please forgive me. written to CIGARETTES AFTER SEX’s discography. feedback and reblog are appreciated! NOT PROOFREAD

TEASER SERIES MASTERLIST

WHERE IT’S SO SWEET AND HEAVENLY

THE VERY definition of sin and salvation, Park Sunghoon brings out the best of you in the worst ways. The first, your first — your first kiss, your first boyfriend, your first love.

He pulls you in and invades your senses, every careless whisper, every note passed in class, every make out session in dim empty classrooms, Sunghoon makes you yearn for him and you would be able to tell him apart from everyone else by touch and smell alone.

You still remember the summer two years ago, when you sat in the passenger seat of his convertible, wind in your hair as you had the greatest time in your life.

“Frozen?” You say as the radio in his car starts blasting ‘let it go’, and Sunghoon looks over to you with a boyish grin on his face.

“Why not?” He says, one hand on the steering wheel and the other moving to brush a strand of your hair back, “Elsa and Anna are pretty cool.” He holds your hand, thumb caressing the smooth skin of yours as he watches you throw your head back, laughter ringing through the air at his words.

“They are,” you agree with a giggle before your other hand fists to your lips as a microphone. And you sing with him, at the top of your lungs. That summer, in his passenger seat, you fell irrationally and irrevocably in love.

He looks at you, trying to catch his breath, and he adores — the way your lips curve up into the prettiest smile, the way you radiate warmth, and the way you’re you, intoxicating, captivating, and all together godly.

And he kisses you like his life depends on it. It’s soft, hot, desperate, and tender all at once. Your lips smooth, falling open at the brush of his tongue and Sunghoon can’t seem to get enough, teeth tugging at your lips, fingers twined into your hair before he breaks it only to barely press his lips onto your again, shifting from the corner of your lips to the centre, and then to the rest of your face, tiny pecks everywhere, as if he was worshipping you.

“Let’s do this again when we’re eighty,” he whispers, eyes locked onto you and forehead pressed against yours.

“You really think we’d make it till eighty?” You ask, and Sunghoon wears that infamous grin of his. A scoff leaves his lips as he replies, “baby we’d still be together even if you’re in heaven and I’m stuck in hell.”

“You don’t think we’d ever break up?” You question, and he chuckles at your innocence. Him? Breaking up with you? And he wonders if you realise the way he looks at you, how he kisses you like your lips are heaven.

“No way, princess,” he murmurs, bending over to place a ghost of a kiss on your lips, “I could be clinically insane or have the worst memory lost but I’d never forget how in love with you I am.”

How stupid you were to indulge in such empty promises. You should have known, been more aware that you could never change him — his habit of losing feelings fast.

How quickly he threw away a year of memories, how he kissed it off you and how you couldn’t help but comply, tears rolling down your cheeks. And you hated the way his face flashed a glimpse of regret — as if he was sorry he got caught.

“She pushed herself on me, love. As soon as she heard footsteps approaching.” Sunghoon pleaded, and you truly wanted to believe him. The way his hair was unusually dishevelled, his eyes full of pain. Yet all you could envision when you saw him was the picture of his body against one that was not yours, looking at her the way he looked at you.

“I really can’t handle this right now Sunghoon,” you cry, twisting your wrist out of his hold. Sunghoon feels his heart crush — he hears it. It chips off piece by piece as he watches you crumble to the ground, hands over your face and he wants to go over to console you yet his feet are glued to the ground.

“I swear,” he whispers, soft yet it shakes both hearts in the room, “you and me.”

Your head hurts and nothing matches up. Maybe you’re a coward for not choosing to fight or maybe you’re just too tired. “I can’t,” your voice cracking uglily, “I saw it with my own two eyes.”

“I love you,” you say, vision stuck on the floorboards, too scared to look at Sunghoon’s expression — was it pain like yours was, or was it joy and excitement at breaking yet another girl’s heart, “so much Hoon,” you manage to croak out.

“And I’d always trust you, but I need some time to process this, alone.”

That was the breaking point, when his heart shattered into small sharp shards of fragile vulnerability. It just seemed like yesterday when the both of you laid side by side and swore your forevers. He was never one for love and romance but now he gets it.

There wasn’t any point living if it’s not with you.

And he blames himself — his previous actions and deeds that cursed him for life, the karma that haunted him for his unrighteousness. Maybe he does deserve it, he thinks, if this was what every other girl felt like when he had broken things up with them.

“Please,” he muttered, eyes red and tears running down. Sunghoon doesn’t know who he’s talking to anymore; if he was begging you to stay by his side or begging himself to stop inflicting pain on your precious heart.

“Not now,” your chest squeezes and your rib cage traps your ferociously beating heart to hold it in its place as you make a rash decision, “I don’t want to see you.”

Sunghoon thinks he could’ve turned into a grotesque monster the way you shunned him out. All bloody and contorted, far away from the charm he once used to hold. And he wants to disagree, yet he murmurs the heavy words of agreement.

You only hear the shuffling of feet — one that you can recognise from miles away, before the door clicks close and your throat burns from the loud sobs emitted from your heart.

As much as you wanted to indulge in such a cliche that you could be the one person who changed his way, this was sadly reality. That Park Sunghoon never belonged to you the way you belonged to him.

He’d always be wanted everywhere he went, and you don’t know if you’d ever be able to handle that.

ONE YEAR LATER

You’re kissing a boy whose name you don’t remember. Is it Park Jaemin or Park Jaeon? Is his surname even Park? Eyes closed and lips on lips, and it isn’t very polite of you to rate a boy’s kiss, but it’s all you can do to satisfy your boredom as his teeth carelessly bites down on your tongue. Fucking hell, you think, as you break the kiss only to meet the boy’s apologetic expression, it’s a two out of ten.

Dreading to tell your friends about yet another terribly gone blind date, you force a tight lipped smile as you wave goodbye to the boy whose cheeks are flushed red. As cute as he looked, you wished you would never see him again.

“God, why are men like this,” you complain right as you open the doors to your dorm room. Karina, your dorm mate and self proclaimed best friend sits up on her bed, patting the spot next to her in eagerness, ready to listen to yet another night of whining.

“It can’t be as bad as the lifeguard guy,” she says, tilting her head to examine your fatigued expression, “how was the kiss this time round?”

You don’t even bother saying it out, you didn’t even want to think about it again. Simply raising two fingers up at her, your back hits the soft cushion of Karina’s bed, a loud sigh leaving your lips.

“Still not comparable to,” she pauses, looking at you warily before continuing, “him?”

Him. God, it’s insane that he’s still stuck in your mind a year after he mercilessly stepped on your heart. You stay silent, and that’s all it takes for your dorm mate to flop down beside you, a big sigh leaving her lips as well.

You’re over him. You’re over Park Sunghoon. Or at least that’s what you tell yourself. But despite days and nights of going out again and again with different boys to forget about him, changing habits and sleep schedules to leave memories with him behind, deep inside your heart you know that you’ll never get over Park Sunghoon.

He’s the reason why any blind date your parents set you up with doesn’t go smoothly. You’re picky, and you can’t seem to find a boy comparable to him. And you fault Sunghoon for making you like this — overly obsessed with the composition of people.

Like every boring blind date starts, the boy picks you up, drives you to your favourite restaurant and asks you the same questions, “what do you study?”, “how are you liking school?”, and oftentimes questions of more substance like, “how was your day today?” At least with those kinds of questions your answer could vary.

And everytime you get asked such questions you can’t help but remember him. Park Sunghoon, who told you that he practised knotting his tie an hour a day to prepare for your very first date together. How he likes KitKats so much but he’s boycotting Nestle so he doesn’t buy them, and how he absolutely hates the taste of coffee, but drinks it to look cool.

Your eyes start to burn slightly, and you squeeze them shut, trying to stop the collecting tears from trailing down the apples of your cheeks. You hate Sunghoon, you despise him so much you wish you could punch him and his god awful handsome face a couple times. Why, you wonder, why did he have to be such a good boyfriend? Maybe if he wasn’t you’d be content with a boy who wasn’t experienced in kissing, maybe you’d be fine with a boy who asks you how your day went just for the sake of asking.

And it doesn’t help that you’ve grown the exact same habit as him, that you had to restrain yourself from telling every single boy you sit across the table from small details about you like you used to tell Sunghoon.

Hands moving to furiously wipe the tears streaming down your face, you open your eyes to see Karina, who looks at you with sympathy. It’s become too common of an occurrence, and she hates that she can’t do anything about it other than offer you comfort.

“He was a good boyfriend, but there are better out there,” she says this time round, moving over to lay beside you. There are better boys out there, everyone is better than a boy who broke your heart. But he’s the one you want. Park Sunghoon.

No words are exchanged but a tight hug before you shuffle back to your bed. Your nighttime routine begins as your head hits the pillow and you start thinking about Sunghoon. You always think about Sunghoon before you fall asleep, you did since the very first time you met him, and you do now. The words he said, the way he looked. The inside jokes you had, the silent moments you shared. And if you ever dream, you dream about him. Because it’s Sunghoon, and everything in your life seemed to revolve around him.

It’s strange, how the moments the both of you shared felt like forever. Until suddenly you’re nineteen, and he’s halfway across the world. The earth becomes an hourglass, and you’re watching the sand pile up at the wrong end. And you’re thinking about how when you first met him, when you dated him, and when you were just beside him. Then your heart was like a kick drum at a rock show. But now, it is merely a ticking bomb of pain and anguish.

The arrogance and beautiful glory that shined with him — and you can still never forget the time it blinded you. How you were supposed to be the main character yet all you could focus on was the godly playboy who stole your firsts.

“I’d kiss you but your boyfriend’s watching,” Sunghoon mumbled, and he was so close you could feel his breath on your lips.

He held your gaze confidently, with a tinge of arrogance as his tongue darted out to lick his lip. You remember thinking that Sunghoon was the most annoying person in the world, because how could he have looked so devilishly handsome and have such an intoxicating effect on you.

It all started when he showed up unannounced and uninvited to your birthday party — still in his school uniform, tie loosened and sleeves rolled up with his blazer hanging over his shoulder.

And you should have known better than to let him charm his way into your house. “What are you doing here, Hoon?”

Sunghoon loved the way his nickname rolled off the tip of your tongue, so addictive that he wanted to record it — to play it again and again, even if your tone was one of spite.

“Happy birthday princess,” Sunghoon completely ignored your words, taking steps closer towards you, “now, where’s my birthday kiss?”

He’s at it again, aimlessly flirting with you. You rolled your eyes, a deep sigh exiting your mouth, “it’s my birthday, Hoon.” How did he even know where you lived? You were sure you told everyone you invited not to bring him along.

“So I’ll give you a birthday kiss,” he grins, eyes glinting with mischief as he watches your facial expressions fall, ears burning red as you quickly turn around.

You hated Park Sunghoon and the unimaginable hold he had on you. “I’m going to find my mother. Do not, I swear to god, cause any trouble.”

“Your mother? It’s a little early in the relationship,” he moved swiftly to your side, arms casually slinging over your shoulder as he pulled you closer into him forcefully. “But it’s okay, I’m ready.”

Where in the world did Sunghoon get his cocky attitude from, you think as you try your best to pry and lift his arm away from your shoulder. Despite your surface indifference towards his advances, there were millions of butterflies invading your stomach at his every single action.

Before you can even try to escape, a voice calls your name and you stop to talk to Yunjin. “Park Sunghoon? What are you doing here?”

Sunghoon steals a glance at you, and he thought you looked absolutely adorable as you pouted at the image of multiple people seeing you with him; given how you always seemed to have complaints about his overly flirty nature and playboy ways.

But Sunghoon hadn’t fooled around since you transferred into Decelis two months ago, a personal record for him. At first all you were was a form of entertainment, someone who had cute reactions to his smooth pick up lines.

Then it all came crashing down, when he started to feel the need to bicker with you everyday and mess up your hair every time he saw you in the hallways. And somewhere in between the blurred lines, he fell in love.

“Here to celebrate my girl’s birthday,” he cocks his head towards you, who’s palms now cover your face in sheer embarrassment. God, now it’s going to spread like wildfire. His girl?

Yunjin’s eyes widen and jaw drops, “really? You guys are together? But I thought you were with Choi Soobin.” She asked, nudging you.

Sunghoon frowns at her words. Choi Soobin? Since when? Sunghoon literally followed you around school whenever he saw you, and he’s never seen you ever talk to that boy.

“Soobin and I are just friends,” you clarify, “also we are not a couple,” your finger gesturing to you and Sunghoon as you answer the girl.

“We’ll be one by tomorrow,” Sunghoon cuts back into the conversation, voice loud, and he catches your surprised expression as he smirks slyly.

Though he continues the conversation without a single stutter or break, Sunghoon’s feeling utterly disgusted. Is that the kind of boy you like? Nerdy losers who can’t do anything for the life of themselves? He doesn’t really like the thought of turning into those types of boys, but whatever you want, he thinks — he’s already practised abstinence for you, he might as well go all the way.

At the same time Sunghoon wonders if you’re really that oblivious to his obvious advancements towards you. He’s made it crystal clear: dumped his girlfriend, followed you around, talked about you literally all the time, and yet you’re still clueless.

And he whisks you away before you find the chance to clarify his words again. He’s determined this time round, to make it extremely straightforward for you.

“Hoon why in the world would you say stuff like that,” you groaned, hands slapping his chest. And he grins like an idiot at your touch, if this was what it took for you to initiate skinship with him, he’d be more than willing to proclaim himself as your boyfriend any day.

He placed a hand on the place you’d just hit, “it’s painful,” he pouted, and you almost feel a little guilty at your harsh actions, “can you kiss it better?”

Until that. You huffed, “I'm leaving,” you announced as you turned away, ready to walk right back into the crowd. Sunghoon quickly clasped his fingers around your wrist, pulling you into his chest.

Your eyes become those of a deer caught in headlights as your body is pressed firmly against his, his arms finding their way to your waist; a gentle but firm hold as he bent down.

“Wasn’t done yet, princess,” he smirked, and you feel some sort of danger looming over because Sunghoon looks like a devil enticing you to commit sin. His black hair styles perfectly like always and his red tie, due to his excessive movements, is now dropping down even more to expose his honey skinned collarbones.

The most you can muster is a mumble, “what,” and your eyes are glassy as you stare up at him, he thinks he might go insane — to just move in to place a kiss on your invitingly soft lips.

“I’d kiss you but your boyfriend’s watching,” and he literally spat the term out, unable to believe he’s labelling someone else other than him ‘your boyfriend’. He knew you guys weren’t together, but just for the comfort of his heart he had to hear it again.

It took you a while to process his words. “He’s not my boyfriend, Hoon,” and it’s that short statement coupled with the way you said his name that really did it for him.

Sunghoon moves in just as you finish your sentence, and he sinks into your pillowy lips. It’s paradise on earth and he thinks he will never be able to get enough of this feeling.

“Sunghoon,” you mumbled when he broke the kiss, slightly out of breath as you looked up with hazy eyes.

He chuckled, “sorry, baby, my bad. I’ll return your kiss back,” and Sunghoon doesn’t hesitate to give you another kiss, fingers caressing your waist as he pulled you closer to him.

This time it’s you who breaks the kiss, way too out of breath to even form full sentences without a few breaks in between. “You just kissed me.”

“Right, I just did that baby,” he smiles, those tiny fangs of his showcased as he gazes adoringly at you. “Actually, I’m looking for a girlfriend.” He pauses, eyeing your flushed cheeks and pink lips, “Are you looking for a boyfriend by any chance, princess?”

Now that you’re literally glued onto Sunghoon, you take the chance to look at him. Sharp nose, pretty moles that you could probably trace along all day, and his eyes which contrasting to his calm demeanour, held anxiousness as he waited for you to answer.

You’ve thought about dating Sunghoon before. Multiple times. Way more than you should’ve. And you never wanted to ever confess to it, because he was everyone’s crush. And not only that, he was annoying — constantly teasing you and making you flustered by his actions. You’d curse every time your heartbeat started to accelerate at his flirty words. You had thought that there was no way he’d ever like you back.

“I’m looking for a boyfriend,” you admit, letting out a soft giggle at Sunghoon’s overjoyed expression. And you decide that maybe now’s the time to get back at him, tease him a little to get him to stay on his toes, “maybe I should go find Soobin.”

His shoulders downturn almost immediately and his arms wrap around your waist securely, chin resting on the top of your head. “No fucking way,” he grumbles, “you’re my girlfriend now. And I’m your boyfriend.”

“Yeah, you are,” you say, voice muffled in the embrace of Sunghoon. And you hear him giggle slightly, the rumble of his chest exposing the boyish feelings your boyfriend was currently going through, “for now.”

Sunghoon lifted his chin from your head, fingers brushing over your cheeks before they landed themselves on your jaw. He tilts your chin up, “too bad my intention is forever.” And he placed chaste kisses on your lips again and again.

What a joke. What a liar, you think as you feel the cords of your heart tug at the memory. He haunts you and you wish you were here with him in his arms, fresh perfumed scent from Tamburins that he always used wafting into your senses, intoxicating you, consuming you.

Sticky cheeks and bloodshot eyes adorn your face as Karina shakes you incessantly, bringing you back to reality. “What,” you groan. You weren’t in the mood for whatever gossip she had to tell you — Sunghoon consumed your mind in ways that made it ache; you barely have space for any other thoughts.

She thrusts the phone into your face, the blaring screen making you squint as you recognise the familiar school news forum website. The big bold title of the post names ‘guys help me find this guy i saw on campus in omfg’ along with a picture attached.

You’re left speechless as a wave of emotions hits you and you feel like you’re drowning. This is not a dream, it’s real. And you don’t know if this was the universe’s way of pushing you to get over him or if you’d just managed to anger the world with your incessant wailing about the boy.

Because Park Sunghoon is back and he’s looking ten times hotter than you’d remembered.

Sunghoon sits with his long legs comfortably spread open and arms resting on the cushions of the couch, as if he was the owner of the house.

“So,” the girl straddled on his lap says, twirling her hair and batting her eyelashes at him, “what’s your favourite fruit then?”

They’ve been at it for minutes that felt like hours and Sunghoon doesn’t think he can withstand the urge to push her off his lap for any longer. Sunghoon grins cockily, “wanna know, babe?”

He watches with dark eyes as the girl, who’s name he can’t seem to remember, nods bashfully. It’s the fifth girl in three days, and Sunghoon’s getting a little tired of the same old expressions to his flirty behaviour.

“Strawberries,” Sunghoon tells her, “I could live on strawberries my whole life.”

“You like them that much, huh?” He almost visibly cringes at the sultry tone of her voice. That’s too much. But he doesn’t say anything, nodding his head at her words. “Why?”

He freezes up for a while. Why? Well, Sunghoon has never had a care for strawberries, but that summer, your lips were so stained with strawberries it was all he could ever taste.

And he remembers how your hands traced the veins of his neck, limbs tangled with his as he kissed your strawberry lips goodnight and good morning.

“Tastes nice,” he shrugs, and the girl moves on to her next question. Sunghoon, however, tunes her out like he had wanted to since she pounced over onto his lap.

He almost curses the girl for asking him such a harmless question, cursing himself for answering it the way he did. Sunghoon doesn’t have a favourite fruit, so why did his thoughts have to travel there, to the back of his mind, where he kept all his memories with you untouched.

Ironically, Park Sunghoon is here to see you. Despite having a girl planted on his lap, he finds his eyes constantly wandering every time people enter the house — it’s an unfamiliar game of waiting, one that Sunghoon’s never played before.

Hell, Sunghoon doesn’t even know if you’re going to come, but he’s bagging on it because he knows your parents wouldn’t let you skip the chance to network with your schoolmates. And now that he’s back as your schoolmate, Sunghoon swears that he wouldn’t miss the chance to ‘network’ with you.

Speaking of the devil, you walk through the door, and Sunghoon is in awe. Pretty little black dress with black heels, and god you still looked the same, maybe even prettier — yeah, definitely more prettier.

And his heart is thumping against his rib cage, nostalgia flushing through him as Sunghoon remembers the very first time he saw you in class after he came late. One look at you and he thinks all his efforts are in vain, Sunghoon wants to touch you, call you pet names and see your cheeks flush his favourite shade of rosy red, but the weight on top of his lap stops him, and he can only watch as you walk into the kitchen without a glance towards the couch.

Then he hears your voice, it's loud and smooth like it was back then, and he remembers because every single time he hears the nickname ‘Hoon’, he hears your voice. And Sunghoon will never forget the sound of your voice calling his name over and over.

“Soobin,” you call out, “Choi Soobin,” and his shoulders drop. Soobin? Out of everyone you could move on with, you got together with him? He’s better, Sunghoon knows he is, and he can’t believe the fact that you would downgrade to a second class nerd.

Sunghoon shifts in his seat, the poor girl on his lap thrown to the side as he attempts to get a view of the open kitchen where you stood alluringly. He disregards the scoff thrown at him from the girl, who walks away with hips swinging.

God it’s that effect again, and without even a look you have him wrapped around your finger unknowingly. Sunghoon suddenly feels the need to kiss you again, and he realises how much he misses you.

How selfish of him though, to crave for you as though you were his to miss at all.

Sunghoon clears his throat, arms folded and muscles bulging, trying to be discreet about the toll you take on his mentality. He’s here and you’re just a walk away — yet why does he feel so undeserving of being next to you.

The past was just a misunderstanding, and he wouldn’t have been at fault if he didn’t just hop on a plane to the other side of the world just as you were ready to talk it out.

But there you are now and he feels as if it’s his final opportunity before you slip through his fingers. Sunghoon wants to call your name, blurt out his feelings and kiss himself better; hell he’d never admit it over his pride but he had been thinking of what to say to you when he would finally see you again.

The lump in his throat’s the size of a cherry pit as he shifts awkwardly, finding himself on the way to the kitchen, on the way to you.

And he hates it — how fidgety you make him feel, how his palms turn sweaty like a teenage boy, how out of character you make him feel.

You’re just another girl now, an ex, a stranger. Sunghoon knows he’s just lying to himself, because you’d never be a stranger to him, not when you’re in everything he sees and does, not when he’s never had the confidence to tell his parents who constantly ask about you that you’re no longer together.

Filtering through the crowded room, he prepares himself, rehearsing the words he’s always wanted to tell you. Yet a flame in his heart burned luminously green at the sight of you laughing, with a boy that wasn’t him, with Choi Soobin.

“New boyfriend already? I see the princess has downgraded from a prince to a knight,” Sunghoon looms over you, a look of distaste all over his face as he looks pointedly over at the other tall boy.

You knew he was here watching, you could feel the gaze of Park Sunghoon from a mile away. And now he’s right behind you, chest pressed against your back as Soobin looks away from you to meet his gaze.

“Sunghoon?” Soobin murmurs in confusion, and Sunghoon smirks, waving him off as a gesture to leave the both of you alone.

That was one thing you’d always hated about Sunghoon, how he used his influence to control everyone around you, as if they were unworthy of your attention.

“Stay Soobin,” you say, before you turn around to meet Sunghoon’s gaze for the first time in a long while. Your heart slams against your chests like fists on a punching bag and feelings overwhelm you. You wouldn’t label yourself as someone emotional yet whenever you’re around Sunghoon you can’t help but drown in your feelings — love, hate, anger, and longing.

Sunghoon shoots you a sharp glare before returning his gaze to Soobin and cocking his head to the side. “I think I should leave,” he mumbles, tripping over his words before he steps out of the kitchen.

And there you find yourself, face excruciatingly close to Park Sunghoon’s as you try to choke down your feelings. He looked a little different, less playful and more mature, yet he still has the same sharp features you loved, and the multiple moles peppered across his face that you used to kiss every night.

“Is this fun for you, Sunghoon?” And he winces at your tone, loaded with disappointment and frustration but he remains quiet, reaching over to brush a strand of hair away from your face.

You can’t stop yourself from leaning into it, his warmth and familiarity. “Hm?” Sunghoon hums, his voice deeper than it was back then, “I don’t know, is this fun for you, princess?”

You’re taken back to highschool, when Sunghoon would press you up against the cool metal lockers and tell you how pretty you are, like a princess hence the nickname he has for you. Then, you couldn’t control the vibrant red that ruled over your cheeks and ears at the sound of that nickname and now, you still can’t seem to.

“You can’t just barge in here and act like you know me, Park Sunghoon,” you seethed, “like nothing ever happened.��

“I don’t know, princess, maybe you can refresh my memory,” he grins at the way your eyebrows squeeze in irritation, “a kiss for old times sake?”

You place your palms on his chest, using force to push him away yet he doesn’t budge. “Hey sweetheart, I know you’re excited to see me but it’s a little early to be feeling me up don’t you think?”

Immediately retracting your hands, Sunghoon lets out a laugh. It’s just as melodious as you remember and you can’t help but sigh at the familiar feeling of bickering with him. “Get the fuck off me, Park Sunghoon,” you groan.

“Woah, full government name? Baby I thought we were in love.” God, you think, how you wished you could kiss his face with an uppercut. It didn’t help that he was exactly the same as he was before and everything more, because you can feel yourself sinking deeper and deeper into him, more than before.

And you hated how he looked so good, like he never ghosted you and gave up on your relationship, like he wasn’t crying constantly over the memories you shared together.

“Why are you back Sunghoon,” you sigh, at least you were prepared — having cried your heart out, panicking over what to do when you’d finally see him with Karina. “Why are you here disturbing me, why can’t you just go find another girl to bother?”

It hurt you to say this, yet the clear image of Sunghoon with other girls was painted clearly in your mind. He was a player, and you felt hopeless trying to change him.

“It’s always been you, love.” He bends closer towards you holding your gaze, “I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, I wake up in the middle of the night calling out your name.”

“Will you please stop joking around,” you scoff at his unbelievable attempt at wooing you yet your heart pounds against the blooming flowers of your rib cage.

“Who says I’m not being serious,” he says, “besides it’s hard to find another girl to bother when you’re all everyone around me talks about.”

Your heart stops and your stomach dips as though you’ve just tumbled from a great height. It’s the closeness between the both of you that makes your knees weak, and his skin brushing against yours that jolts you like a spray of hot sparks. It’s how he knows exactly what gets to you, even if you’d never meant for him to.

His words pierce your heart, half agony half hope. And maybe if you loved him less you’d be able to bite back.

“We are long over and you know that,” you answer, so softly yet the pain drums against your whole being, “you made sure of that when you left without a word.”

Sunghoon feels constricted, and his shoulders feel the heavy weight of his guilt as he breathes. And since a few months ago, he’s always thought that the wound from your relationship had festered yet here, right in front of you, it still bleeds fresh.

“We never officially broke up,” Sunghoon points out. And he feels like such a desperate douchebag hanging onto the thinnest thread that could snap at any given second.

You scoff as you feel annoyance rise up in you, “you’d think that leaving your girlfriend to live across the world at the lowest point of your relationship literally shouts break up in every single angle.”

Sunghoon, for once, doesn’t have a cocky comeback to your words as they fizzle down his throat in silence. He opens his mouth yet bites back his tongue, guilt ridden.

You look at him, begging for an explanation that never seemed to come, “forget it, I’m an idiot for thinking that you’d ever waste your breath explaining yourse-”

“I get it, you hate me,” he groans, cutting you off as you fidget awkwardly at his words. No one could ever hate Park Sunghoon, even you — especially you. He sucks in a breath, ready to embarrass himself, bracing himself for rejection.

He can’t let you go like this, not when your heart blackens at the sight of him, not when he’s still madly in love with you.

So he does what he does best, he plays. And this time, it’s a game that he needs to win.

Park Sunghoon has a way with words, or maybe that’s just his charm — where every sentence and every word entrances, putting you in a state where you can’t seem to do anything but oblige to his commands.

You stand in one of your favourite dresses at the entrance of the restaurant, Sunghoon beside you as you try your best not to take a peek at him for the nth time.

You’re not here for him, you’re here for his mother.

At least that’s what you’ve been trying to tell yourself.

And you’ve been dreading it all, the feeling of familiarity — remembering how much you’d loved his parents, how well they treated you, and how you’d always meet up with them with Sunghoon.

Yet here you were again, a year later, trying to convince yourself that this was the closure that you needed to move on. It’s just an hour or two.

“Oh my gosh Sunghoon, you brought her,” a flowery voice cheered as you watched Mrs Park push back her chair to throw her arms around you, “I’ve been asking Sunghoon to set up a date for us to meet for the past year but he always claims you’re busy with Uni. How are you doing?”

You wrap your arms around her, a real smile blooming on your face, “I’ve been coping well, it’s much busier than I could’ve ever imagined. But I’ve never been better.”

Lie, lie, lie. It seemed like that was all you could do around things that surround your ex boyfriend; lying about your feelings, lying to his mother, lying to yourself.

“I can imagine,” she smiles, gesturing to the both of you to sit, “now that Hoon is back, I’m sure he’d look after you well.”

“Not even a hello to your own son and you’re already putting words in my mouth,” Sunghoon complains, rolling his eyes at his mother’s usual antics.

And at times like this he remembers how you’d squeeze his hands, as if warning him to listen to his mother, yet right now his hands lack the warmth yours radiate and he only has himself to blame.

After all he was the one asking you to join him, and he couldn’t have expected you to actually act like you used to. You weren’t his to touch anymore.

“It’s great that you’re back next to him,” Mrs Park comments, completely ignoring her son. “You’re the only one he listens to. He’s changed a lot since he met you.”

You let out a forced laugh, one that goes unnoticed by Mrs Park but not Sunghoon. And he questions if you actually believe his mother’s words.

Sunghoon used to think it was foolish to believe that people could truly change for the better — life was made to be a cycle, and no matter how long summer radiated, winter would still send a chill down your spine. Yet with you his world felt like constant summers in paradise, peace and comfort he hasn’t been able to find anywhere but in your arms that wrapped around his flaws and never let go.

“Barely any parties overseas, always studying,” she points out and you’re shocked at the new revelation you’d just made, “but he’s started smoking, maybe now that you’re back by his side you can fix that up.”

Sunghoon groans, “whatever.” His fingers run through his hair as you finally cave in, taking a glance at him. His sculpted features that followed you to your dreams, the rustic looking leather jacket that hugged his figure perfectly and just everything; from the way he breathes to the way he speaks. He’s everything.

Time ticks away as you find it harder and harder not to hold Sunghoon’s hand like you used to, holding yourself back from purposefully hitting his leg with yours under the table cloth just for the fun of it. And it wasn’t that you weren’t enjoying yourself — it was just how minutes felt like days being so close yet not being able to touch him.

The cold breeze of the night bites your cheeks, turning them a frosty red. You shiver as you blow hot breaths on the palms of your hand, rubbing them to keep warm only to find the weight of a jacket draped over your shoulder.

“I don’t need it,” you say to Sunghoon, without having any intention to give his jacket back, “I’m not that cold.”

“I can hear your teeth chattering from a mile away, princess,” he says, lips twitching.

“Sure,” you comment, “and when you’re cold later on don’t ask for the jacket back.”

Sunghoon lets out a laugh, it’s animated and excited as his head rolls back and his mouth widens. “Don’t worry about me, love, I’ve got it covered.”

Reaching into his pocket, Sunghoon pulls out a box of cigarettes, smoothly lighting one up before he breathes out a cloud of grey smoke. And you can’t help but look.

You hold your breath at the sight — his dark eyes alight under the moonlight and his jaw tilted a few angles up, hair messy from the night’s breeze, and finger clad rings that hold such death.

It makes you scared: scared of the love you have for him. Because it has ruined you once and it will ruin you again, you’d let it ruin you again.

“You shouldn’t smoke, you know,” you start, “it’s bad for your health.”

“You’re bad for my health, sweetheart,” he answers, “yet you seem to be everywhere I am.”

The silence of night engulfs the both of you, and the chatter from the restaurant tunes out as you meet his gaze.

It’s insane, you’re going insane. “You know you can’t just do that,” you say, trying to keep yourself calm.

“Can’t just do what, love?” He hums, smoke wafting around him. And it really should have disgusted you, the way he chose to blacken his own lungs yet it didn’t. It could never.

“That,” you point out, tearing your gaze away from him. “You can’t just return out of nowhere and pretend like everything is fine. Calling me pet names, making me meet your mother because you failed to tell her about our breakup. You can’t just rope me back in after I’ve spent all my time and energy grappling out of the hold you have over me.”

Tears well up in your eyes as you desperately try to blink them away. Your vulnerability on full display for Sunghoon to read — not that he ever needed you to tell him, he could read you like an open book.

“Stop playing with me Sunghoon. I’m not just a toy you can throw around and find when you’re bored.”

Only the soft cackle at the end of Sunghoon’s cigar can be heard as he stills. And he wants to tell you that he loves you, he wants to scream it to the world. You were never a toy to him and he has always been fully devoted to you, like a religion of his.

Sunghoon doesn’t know how to say it, he can’t really put it into words: the feeling he has when he’s around you. He’s addicted to it — the feeling of being alive, like he’s known you for lifetimes after lifetimes, like he’s free.

His proclamation gets stuck in his throat as he fumbles on a thorough response. It’s always been hard for him to show his true feelings, much more to actually say it out loud.

He’s never really been an emotional person, much less a confrontational one. It was why he liked playing around; baseless actions without reason, there wasn’t any need to show his true feelings or even feel much to begin with. He never had to explain himself, not once.

And at times like this when Sunghoon’s utterly scared, he can’t do anything but accept; that maybe you and him were just meant to be a precious memory.

Maybe it was time to let you move on.

Friends with deep history. That’s what Karina decides to title your relationship with Sunghoon. And you’d never thought it’d hurt this much, given you and Sunghoon were never once considered friends.

It’s a whole different type of pain and worry that gnaws at your heart — like an emerald monster of envy as you watch him interact with other girls in ways he once did with you, to hear him call others by pet names like he used to call you.

Sunghoon lets the word ��babe’ roll off his tongue without a second thought, it’s the only pet name he could ever bear saying without much thought of you.

‘Babe’ was conventional, normal. It was everything you were not.

And he wonders if you realise it, if you pay attention to his every word like he does to yours, if you’d really moved on and accepted the fact that the two of you were friends.

It’s weird, Park Sunghoon has never hated any word more. The sour aftertaste it left on his tongue and the tension surrounding it. Fuck friends, he thinks, it’s only been a week of such an arrangement and he can’t take it any longer.

There’s only been two types of days throughout the week — ones where you’re beside him and he can smell the familiar scent of vanilla and honey and others, where seconds felt like months and minutes felt like years.

This isn’t what he came back for. He didn’t come back just to torture himself with close proximity, he came back to touch you, kiss you, to feel your breath on his lips, to feel your heart beat against his.

It’s been a week since Sunghoon swore to himself that he’d let you move on, give you space, and finally let you go from his grasp. Yet whenever he spots you with another boy that wasn’t him, his being burns.

His heart scalds as if it’s drowning in fiery hot lava. And Sunghoon doesn’t sob or wail, his grief horribly discreet, persistent, and almost as silent as bleeding from an unstitched wound. It feels unspeakably lonely, draining and his mind’s a blank state. A sickening wet feeling.

How the memories haunt him everywhere he finds himself to be; your favourite cafe, a poster of the movie you’d made him watch multiple times he could recite half the movie script, the bitter coffee he forces down his throat just to torture himself.

“Because it’s kinda cool,” he remembers telling you, “stuff like coffee runs, or caffeine adrenaline that runs through my veins after the bitter taste coats my tongue.”

The heavenly laugh that you let out, the one that makes him want to keep on loving you. “Caffeine adrenaline, really Hoon?” You said with a grin on your face, “I don’t think there’s such a thing.”

“Yeah there is,” he insists, mirroring the goofy grin plastered on your lips, “and it makes me want to kiss you.”

Now all time does is pass and he finds himself in front of your favourite cafe, wondering if you still order your favourite chocolate pastry and get it all over your lips; if there’s someone else who kisses the stains of chocolate away like he did once.

And he shouldn’t have been surprised to see you there, in your glory, a plate of your favourite chocolate pastry in front of you half eaten.

At least some things don’t change.

He watches you intently, as you take another bite of the chocolaty goodness, nodding inattentively at the words spouted from your company’s mouth.

Sunghoon thinks the boy in front of you is doing it all wrong. If he was in front of you now he would’ve teased you for being a messy eater, bent over the table just to kiss the chocolate away from your lips as you tell him to stop while laughing.

You find your attention dwindling from the boy in front of you. He was good looking, for sure, defined features and a nice smile. But Sunghoon’s more handsome, Sunghoon looks good with and without glasses but the boy in front of you would never be able to pull glasses off.

If Sunghoon was here, he’d have already made me laugh at least thrice, he’d have planted a kiss on my lips, calling me a messy eater, he’d have already changed the topic to keep to your interests.

You look away from the boy, scanning the interior of the familiar cafe, one that was supposed to be your favourite yet you’ve never really thought much about the interior or their food. Everything’s dull and you figure that maybe it’s the company you’re around that matters instead.

The cafe wasn’t your favourite, Sunghoon was. With his witty comebacks and chivalrous smirk, the tall figure and eyes you could stare at for days.

And then you see him, and he’s just there. You don’t know what to think anymore. Just that you’re here and he’s here. That you’re supposed to hate him for leaving yet you can’t find a tinge of hate in your heart. That moving on was clearly for the better but everything’s mundane without him.

Sunghoon’s already looking at you, and when you meet his gaze he lets out a string of curses under his breath. This wasn’t a good idea. You and him in a place scattered everywhere in your memories, just a few steps away yet miles apart at the same time.

He can’t take it any longer. So Sunghoon leaves, fingers clenching the pack of cigarettes in his pocket.

You frown at the sight of his back, turning as he left the cafe without a second thought. A sense of déjà vu encompasses you. Is this how it’s always going to be — turning away from each other without a smile, seeing him everywhere yet not being able to talk to him, holding the label of friends but never having a proper conversation?

“Hey, you okay love?” You grimace at the name he calls you, looking back at the boy who did nothing but blabber away all this while.

“Uhm, I think I have to go,” you say, chair pushed back hurriedly as you make your way out without a second thought. Head turning to find a boy in a denim jacket, the boy that held your heart in his hands.

“Sunghoon,” you call once you spot him, puffs of smoke wafting over and around him as he leans gorgeously against a wall. “Is this really how it’s going to be?”

Sunghoon lifts the cigarette between his fingers, cold eyes that once held no emotion seemingly brightening at the sight of you. “What are you doing here princess?” He asks, small puffs of smoke exiting his mouth as he talks, “boy not to your liking? He seemed bland.”

“Why are you doing this Sunghoon,” you say exasperatedly, “why are you everywhere that I am, why do you follow me in everything that I do.”

“Am I distracting you from your dates, love?” Sunghoon laughs, and you’re annoyed at how he dodges your questions perfectly, how he manages to twist everything yet hit the nail on the head.

“You promised me that you’d let me move on,” you pause, catching your breath, “you owe me that. You owe me space.”

“You think it’s that easy to give you up?” Sunghoon’s eyebrows furrow as the cigarette in his finger dims and drops to the ground, “I wasn’t lying when I said that you’re all around me. I can’t even-”

“Then why,” you cut him off, vision already blurry, “why did you leave without a word, why did you leave just when I was ready to talk, why didn’t you answer the thousand messages I left you, why did I have to find out you were gone from someone that wasn’t you. Why?”

“I didn’t have a choice,” Sunghoon says shakily.

“You didn’t have a choice?” You scoffed, “I cry myself to sleep wondering who you were talking to instead of me, wondering why you did me so wrong and everything that was wrong with me. I checked my phone, Sunghoon, every fucking ten minutes hoping to see your name on the screen and if it wasn’t I would cry again and again. You always come and go as you please, whatever is convenient for you. I bet you’ve never once thought of my feelings, yet all I could think about was if you were coping well on the other side of the world.”

Sunghoon stands and he marvels, your words striking him like a final knockout blow. And its realisation all over again that he loved you, he loves you, and you still loved him.

He’s always thought you’d hate him for what he’s done, the suffering he’s brought into your life. Being serious never yielded him much results so he kept pretending, passing it over.

“And you think I didn’t,” he wails, and it’s the first time you’ve seen perfection with flaws, “you think I didn’t look at your texts and cry? You think I’ve never had any sleepless nights thinking if texting you back would be the right choice? I thought it would’ve been the best for you, I wouldn’t have been able to treat you the way you would’ve wanted to be treated and I didn’t know how long my father would’ve made me stay there if I didn’t beg to come back.”

“But now that you’re here in front of me, I’ve realised how stupid I must have been to make such a decision. I missed you and I still miss you even when you’re here — and it occurs to me that I’ll probably never move on from you because you’re the first person I’ve ever truly loved unconditionally, the only one that’s ever mattered.”

A strangled sob of tears leaves your throat as you bury your face in his chest, trembling wildly as tears travel down your cheeks. “I hate you,” you croak out, fists clenched, “I hate that I miss you.”

“I missed you everywhere.” He says, fingers running through your hair to your back. And for the first time, Sunghoon lets the pain and ache bleed into his voice.

“Here,” he says and his lips brush against the place your heart beats, “and I’ve missed you here.”

Once Sunghoon kisses you, your heart slows and everything seems so dreamy. How much you needed him terrified you, and you couldn’t imagine that this was what love was like for everyone. Maybe it was just you, just you and Sunghoon. Maybe together you were just a volatile entity that would either implode or melt together, thrilling and exotic, sweet and heavenly.

It’s silent for a minute and you miss his voice again.

After a period of sadness, happiness doesn’t just jump in your life. It grows slowly into the cracks and fissures of you, like small plants that sprout in cracked concrete.

“Can I kiss you, princess?” Sunghoon mutters into your mouth as his arms wrap around your waist. Your arms around his neck as he hoists you up in the waters of his swimming pool.

It’s weird, how it feels like he’s never left. And ever since you’d cried your hearts out in each other's arms, you’ve both been making an effort to communicate with each other.

“You just kissed me, Hoon,” you laugh, water droplets harmonising with the sound of your laughter. And Sunghoon just stares like he did last night and the night before. He isn’t obsessed, yet when your fingers run through his hair he can’t help but think he is.

“I know, but I want to,” he grins, “I want to kiss you again.”

“You don’t have to ask,” you say in slow tenderness. His star mapped skin, cacophony of laughter, and his smile that makes you feel a little less alone — it makes you feel like the sun’s out in the middle of the midnight sky.

“Consent is what hot guys do,” he smirks, and you almost fall back in laughter.

“Really?” You reply, “I don’t see any hot guys around here?”

Sunghoon groans, “I’m right here? You’re saying that as if you don’t want a piece of me.”

You don’t think twice before leaning into Sunghoon, thoughtlessly holding him as you fall in love all over again with all your heart.

“You know who I want a piece of,” you sigh, head buried in the crook of his neck. “This new hot guy in school, everyone’s been raving about him for the past month. Bet he kisses well.”

“Oh,” Sunghoon gasps, “what is his name?” You roll your eyes at his facade of obliviousness.

“I think it’s Park Sunghoon,” your lips raise as you turn to look at him.

“That’s me baby,” he chuckles, “too bad I already have a girlfriend.”

“Oh, that’s too bad,” you frown.

“Yeah, too bad I’m all hers,” he mirrors your frown, “now can my girlfriend allow me to kiss her?”

You giggle, nodding your head before Sunghoon presses his lips on yours. And it’s everything and nothing at once — heartbeats merging as one, heaven’s on your lips and Sunghoon feels the need to repeatedly repent his sins. He wants to touch you until his palms burn.

And unlike the rollercoaster of emotions his heart once felt, it feels calm, it feels as though he’s finally returned home.

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SPACE CAMP

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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!matt, soft dom!chris x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: after a night in with alcohol, you and your two closest friends end up playing a game… not knowing what it can turn into.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: THREESOME, PURE FILTH, drinking, making out, oral (female & male receiving), blindfold, teasing, edging, overstimulation, daddy kink, drunk(ish) sex, p in v, slight spit kink, degradation/praising, ass grabbing

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,617

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: SHOUTOUT TO MY CUTESY 🧸 ANON AND ANOTHER ANON FOR MAKING THIS HAPPEN

buckle up everyone. told you it was worth the wait😇

nick wanted to hang out with madi tonight, leaving you and your two other best friends in your living room.

christopher and matthew sturniolo.

being friends for so long is such a blessing. some friendships either have drama or fall out, but not yours. the three of you are comfortable with doing almost anything together.

who knew that phrase would slap you in the face?

“so what’s this game about?” you ask, chris helping you tie the blindfold.

alcohol decorates the coffee table. there’s no doubt that you guys are a little drunk. “we are going to put on chapstick and you have to guess which flavor it is.”

“so we’re going to make out?” you laugh drunkenly. “cool.”

chris grabs the space camp box that’s on your bookshelf, opens the box, and places the chapstick down. they each grab one, smearing it nicely on their lips so the flavor will be able to pop.

kicking your feet and biting your lip in anticipation, you wait patiently. a hand then cups your cheek, lips smashing into yours. whoever this is kisses soft, lips moving in sync for a few seconds before pulling away.

smacking your lips together, you try to taste it. “watermelon?”

“nice.” matt says, moving out of the way for chris.

this time, the kiss is filled with hunger. your lips making a smacking sound while his tongue enters your mouth.

he stops, and you must admit that that kiss made your brain fuzzy and feel things between your thighs. “i know mint from anywhere.”

mint is easy to guess since the smell is so strong. they chuckle before one speaks.

“let's spruce it up a little” matt asks, looking over at his brother with a smirk on his face. he returns the same one, the triplet telepathy working like a charm.

furrowing your brows, you wait before a pair of hands start to pull down your pants. you bite your lip, the sudden air in the room hitting your clit when your bottoms are completely off.

a presence is felt in front of you, whoever it is blowing on your area. you jolt from it.

“sensitive.” matt points out, nibbling at your inner thighs.

you gasp once his tongue meets your core, licking strands up and down your slit. chest heaving, you squirm and moan softly.

chris smiles down at you, taking a piece of your hair and tucking it behind your ear. matt takes his thumbs to spread your folds wider, causing your arousal to drip all over his mouth and for him to dig deeper.

your hand rests on the back of his neck, purposely leaving him there. you start to moan uncontrollably, leaning your head on the back of the sofa. “matt.” you whine.

somehow, he manages to get his tongue so deep that you can only shiver and gasp from the feeling.

a familiar heat hits your stomach fast, but he pulls away. then, another figure kneels in front of you.

you have a few seconds to catch your breath, but this time you squeal and grip the person’s head.

unlike matt, instead of delving in, he sucks at your bud.

chris.

“oh, chris!” you mewl, your moans more high-pitched. even though they can’t see it, your eyes roll back and also start to water.

holding onto the sides of his head, you rut your hips upward. the way he’s suckling at your needy clit only makes you want more. “mm, chris! please go faster.” you whine, clenching around nothing.

both his tongue and lips continue to suck and lick, your legs opening wider. “you’re going to make me cum!” you moan, rubbing his hair with your fingertips.

just like matt, he pulls away.

“stop teasing me,” you whine, your pussy swollen and red from the edging. you exhale shakily, whining so pathetically. “please. please let me—”

“stop whining.” matt says, kneeling once again to get face to face with your dripping wetness.

it’s like the last time — his tongue moving at an animalistic pace, nose grazing your clit.

he lifts your legs onto his shoulders, the angle letting him hit a new spot.

a tear falls down your cheek, soft sobs and moans coming from your mouth. you’re far too sensitive for this, especially if it’s two people.

going to grab matt’s hair, a hand takes your wrists and lays them on your head, the other hand pulling you in to rest your cheek on his hard-on.

you whimper, another tear leaving your eyelid. “i want to touch him.”

“nah.” chris nonchalantly, caressing your head trying to soothe you from your panting.

mumbling something out of nowhere, matt stops, seeing if he heard you right. “what was that?”

your cheeks flush, nuzzling your head into Chris’s crotch. “daddy.” you whisper. “i need to cum.”

matt’s dick twitches in his pants, the erection only getting harder at your words. chris moved his hips forward from the sudden contact on his dick. the contact in question is your lips.

while matt’s eating you out, you kiss chris’ clothed boner. you moan on it, the vibration not helping his current state of mind.

“s-shit, y/n.” he stammers, throwing his head back. “fuck keep doing that.”

you listen, until the man between your legs hits that one spot inside you that has your toes curled. “i’m close, daddy!” you moan, arching your back with your mouth hanging open. “oh, f-fuck! i’m cumming.”

repeating the phrase rapidly, your legs squeeze in on his head and shake. then, your body unlooses, your orgasm dripping onto his face and the couch.

matt sits on the floor now, scooting back while chris lets go of your hands and takes the blindfold off.

it takes a bit for your eyes to adjust to the light, but it hits you when you glance at your two best friends.

getting eaten out is one thing, but getting fucked by them is way different. however, you love the adrenaline of trying something new.

“get on your knees.” matt demands, motioning with his finger.

you listen, slowly making your way to the hardwood floor.

he smirks at how well you listen. “crawl to me.”

blush forms, your face becoming hot. you can’t tell if it’s because you’re embarrassed or because you’re so turned on by both of them.

you swiftly crawl toward matt, chris humming behind you at the way your pussy glistens by your movements.

once you are leveled with matt’s dick, you take off his belt before your hips get gripped. chris arches your back, feeling his tip coating itself with your juices.

you moan, continuing to take matt’s underwear off. chris groans, pushing into you with ease because of how wet you are.

inhaling sharply, you grab matt’s base and move your hand up and down it. he moans, his eyes not leaving contact with yours.

the boy behind you thrusts hard and fast, not having you adjust properly. whimpers leave your lips. man, he’s huge.

you try your best to keep matt occupied, by the pleasure feels so amazing that you stop moving your hand.

instead, you let go and look at him, face contorting in pleasure while moans come out of your agape mouth. “c-can i suck your cock, daddy?” you beg between noises. “i p-promise i’ll suck it good. i wan-want to feel your cock in my mouth.”

without saying a word, he grabs your head a pushes it down. you gag when your nose reaches his pubic bone. he does all the work and bobs your head. all you have to do is sit there and take two dicks.

the vibrations from your sounds vibrate through matt’s body. he smiles smugly, admiring how you’re under their control.

“damn, she’s tight.” chris grunts, grabbing your ass and jiggling it.

“so is this slutty mouth.” matt says, noticing the way you react by rolling your eyes back and moaning louder. “yeah? you like being our little slut?”

his grip tightens on your head and you wince. when your mouth reaches his tip, you spit on it… once, twice, three times before continuing.

matt groans. it’s a filthy sight, but he fucking adores it.

the echo of skin on skin bounces throughout the room, gulping and gagging flooding your ears.

“this is such a good pussy for such a good slut.” chris heaves, reaching between your thighs to rub your clit. your eyes widen, and your legs start to become jelly.

“mmfph clothe.” you try to warn, but for obvious reasons, you can’t.

matt’s balls tighten, immediately shooting his load down your throat. “that’s right.” he grunts, watching the way your hollow your cheeks to keep it in. “swallow it like a cumslut.”

finally being able to breathe again when he pulls out, you gasp for air but it soon turns into a scream when chris abuses that sweet spot.

matt lifts your head by the chin, leaning in to kiss you sloppily. he moans, biting your bottom lip and tugging at it when he tastes himself on your tastebuds.

“fuck yeah.” chris whispers when you start to streak your cream down his dick.

he pulls out, spurting his white on your back. (deep down he wishes he was able to finish inside you.)

you collapse on the ground, the two boys helping clean you and then themselves. after putting their clothes back on, they help you up and sit you back on the couch.

“put the blindfold back on.” matt asks.

your eyes widen, still dazed. “w-why?”

“because princess.” he says, grabbing the fabric and putting it back on your eyes. “we still have one more flavor left. you have a long night ahead of you.”

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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pinkifiedbows · 3 months

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Feel something.

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠!: blackfem reader. eren calls reader: baby, mama. Reader calls him daddy, rennie/ren etc. creampie! Hair pulling, daddy kink. Eren refers to readers pussy as “her”! Riding, and doggystyle….and maybe some misspelling which I apologize for! I think that’s it!!

You swore to yourself never again. That you would never again sleep with the man that provided you with your weed. But in this moment, with the smoke in the air, the way both of your chests floated with each breath, the way he looked at you with his lips parted as he took another drag at the blunt. It made you feel so needy, you needed him.

“You good mama?” He said passing the blunt to you. His bushy eyebrows furrowed when you shook your head and declined the blunt.

“whatchu need baby?” He asked placing the blunt in the ashtray that sat on the nightstand beside your bed, and gave you his full attention once again.

“You. Make me feel something ren.” You said as you looked him in his eyes and made your way closer to him on the couch. Your facial expression brightened as you watched him spread his legs open and pat his lap, you smiled at him watching you straddle his strong thighs.

“You’re in charge mama, use me.” He said as he tied back his hair in a messy bun and smirked at you. As soon as you smashed your lips on his, Eren’s strong veiny hands made their way to grip and hold your ass. The kiss you two shared was so passionate. Eren’s grip on your ass tightened once you gave his tongue access to explore your mouth. You let out soft moans as your hands gripped the leftover hairs on his neck.

“Mmmhpf ren.” You let out once you two pulled away. Eren’s hand made its way to your dripping cunt. “Damn baby, you’re already so wet.” Eren said as he smirked feeling your wetness drip down his wrist. You frowned at his teasing and tugged on his waistband.

“Undress f’me Rennie.” You said as you moved off his pelvis and sat to the side of him to remove your clothing. Once you both were naked, Eren pulled you back on top of him, and watched you with lazy eyes as you stroked and spit on his needy cock.

You placed your delicate hands on his abs to hold yourself up as you lowered yourself on his dick. “Ouuu baby!” You moaned, feeling his huge cock stretch you out, it was like you could feel his tip kiss and touch everything, just as well as every vein.

“Fuck mama! That’s it.” Eren groaned out once you started moving up and down on his dick. His eyes were shut tight as he threw his head back, your pussy was so tight it felt like you were choking his dick, trying to drain him for all he’s got.

“Mmmhm eren! s’good daddy.” You cried out to him, leaving sex marks on the pale area of his neck. You were salivating at the feeling of his big dick running through your insides. You left out a squeak the second you felt him grip your hips and place you on your stomach.

“Arch f’daddy baby.” Eren said watching you, rubbing his leaky red tip. A smile formed on his pretty face as you did what you were told.

“Good fucking girl.” Eren praised as he circled his tip around your needy hole before slamming inside. Your eyes widened and rolled to the back of your head, it felt like he was in your throat. It felt so good, it was almost suffocating.

“Ouu! Erennn!” You screamed out his name, almost out of breath with each fast thrust.

“I know mama I know. Fuck! Who’s pussy is this baby? Hmm?” Eren moaned out as he led his left hand to grip onto your hair, leaving his right hand to guide and grip your hips into nothing but submission. He slightly pulled back on your hair and slapped your ass, when his question was answered with nothing but whimpers. “Answer daddy mama.”

“Y-yours Eren! It’s all yours baby please. Oh fuck!” You whimpered, tears streaming down your beautiful face as you felt your stomach knotting and that familiar warm feeling on your pelvis. You could tell Eren was close too, you could tell just from the way his grip on you tightened, like he needed something to keep him up straight or else he’d fall, weakened from all the pleasure you were giving him.

And Eren wasn’t stupid, he read your body like a book. Reading your signs, until you’d climax on his pretty cock. “Come on baby. Let go f’me, I know you want to.” He said moving his hand down to play with your swollen bud. “Listen to her talk to me baby.” He whimpered at the sounds of your wet pussy squelching from his strokes and his fingers.

“Mmhmm!! Ren! Im cumming!” You screamed as you creamed all over his dick. Before you could come down from your high, you felt Eren painting your walls completely white with his heavy load.

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kissinkou · 24 days

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LIKE A CHAMP .ᐟ

ft. msby bokuto

cw : highly suggestive. making out. groping. cursing. stripping clothes. allusions to s3x. petnames (baby). locker room activities with beefy yummy bokuto :3 @omitea @steleir for my wifies !!

wc : 1k

you can hardly hear yourself yelling over the crowd of cheers that erupt through the stands. large signs are held high with famous players jersey numbers, and the stomps of feet throughout the bleachers create a loud rhythmic bang. the boom, boom, boom of shoes against the metal as the athletes fall to the floor in celebration.

your hands clap as you look across the court, smiling wide at your husband who pumps his fist high in the air, loud yell of pure ecstasy coming straight from his mouth. you see him look to the crowd, seemingly searching until he’s able to lock eyes with you. his grin is so wide you feel as though theres a light shining in your eyes, his teammates slapping his back in praise.

bokuto is immediately striding over to you once he gets the go ahead from his coach, practically tackling you into a hug stronger than a bear, squeezing you tight. you can feel the sweat that sticks to his body, seeing a droplet run down his forehead when he pulls back to rattle you by your shoulders.

“ baby ! you saw me, yeah ? you saw me win that point ? did you ? ”

you can’t help but giggle at his frantic need for your praiseful answer, hand coming up to his face with a smile spreading onto your lips.

“ i did. it was a great game ! you did amazing ! im so proud of you, kou. ”

and that’s when you see it. the smallest but mischievous glint that pools into his eyes, and he may try to laugh it off as if it were nothing, but you know him.

you weren’t sure if it was the adrenaline or the earlier words that left your mouth, but it led to your hand being taken and practically dragged to the mens lockeroom.

theres a sudden slam that resonates throughout the echoey walls, your back coming into contact with the locker behind you.

“ what— kou-mmph ! ”

you’re taken by surprise when a pair of lips smash into yours, teeth clashing in a frantic hurry as your question gets stolen from your mouth.

“ m’ sorry baby— i just— please. ” bokuto muffles, plea’s slipping from his mouth between the kisses he leaves on your lips, hot breath fanning over your face.

bokuto’s hands begin to roam across your body now, squeezing at the soft plush of your hips that has you instinctively rolling them onto nothing.

you can feel the tingles that shoot up from your feet to your spine, knees buckling into eachother. there’s a familiar heat that pools into your stomach, and one look at bokuto is all he needs to know his next move.

his lips are still devouring yours, tongue swiping at your bottom lip as a silent ask to delve deeper. you allow him, opening your mouth just the slightest bit more so he can push his tongue past your lips and onto yours.

your hands slip from his forearms, traveling up his biceps to the back of his neck. your fingers grasp the small hairs at his nape, which makes bokuto let out a shakey breath into your mouth.

“ you don’t understand— how bad i wanted this. ” he starts, large hands now dangerously close to the plump of your bottom.

“ looked so fuckin’ pretty in the stands baby. just wanted to— have you right then. ” he starts to babble nonsense, groping your ass in a harsh squeeze that has you whimpering in his hold.

his skin is wet, hot, and sticky from the earlier match he had just played. sweat trickled down from his sideburns as it pooled under his chin, and you can feel the buldge in his uniform growing stiffer by the minute. your hand travels to the tent in his shorts, fingers just barely grazes over his print, and bokuto sucks in a harsh hiss through his teeth. always so sensitive.

his mouth begins to peck the corners of your lips, moving south down your neck with sloppy wet kisses. bokuto lets his lips hover over your skin for a moment, before he’s delving into your jugular to leave a soft bite on your most sensitive spot.

“ mm!— kou… ” is what comes out of your mouth next, egging him on before bokuto loses all sense of control he has.

his kisses have grown hungrier, keeping your lips latched onto his as he lifts you from your thighs. he keeps devouring you, effortlessly keeping you upright as he carries you to a separate area of the locker rooms.

there’s a clash and a bang, shower room door swinging open but you both don’t seem to mind it. your legs are wrapped around bokuto’s small waist, his hands on your ass the only thing keeping you steady. your back hits yet another wall, the tile cold against your skin.

“ i want— oh fuck ! ” you yell out in a sudden gasp, taken by surprise by the lukewarm water that shoots out of the showerhead in steamy streams.

you’re both soaked from head to toe in tapwater, and bokuto’s hair starts to fall down, strands tickling his nose. his clothes grow heavy on himself, sinking in to his skin and putting his abs on display through his jersey.

“ what baby ? cmon’, tell me want you want— please ? ” bokuto beckons, mumbling through the lips that trail hot kisses from your neck to your collarbones.

you take a deep, shaky breath to recollect your surroundings, thinking of every possible outcome of the situation at hand. you’re in the locker room showers, for godsake. but you know there’s no turning back now, love and needy lust swirling in you and your husbands irises like a whirlpool of desire.

“ —you. i want you. ”

bokuto’s fervant hands reach to lift the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head in a hurry to strip you until you’re bare and for the taking.

you’re both exposed to eachother, hair wet and as soaked as you are as his fingers lay a playful squeeze at the skin of your naked hip. he doesn’t try to hide the neediness that takes over him anymore, pulling and groping any part of you he can get his hands on, your warm flesh being fondled lewdly.

“ i’ll give you whatever you want. you’ll be proud of me then, too, yeah ? ”

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cherubfae · 2 months

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"you take me so well" || arcane x reader

With Silco, Viktor, Jayce, Vi, Caitlyn, & Jinx

I don't accept NSFW requests!

tags: fem!reader, female anatomy, smut, established relationships, reader is implied late 20s (Vik), late 20s-early 30s firelight reader (Silco), toy use, vik's reader also uses a cane!!, pet names

a/n: lmao me writing these like I don't have my bestie and I in mind for our faves <3

Silco

Smoke from his snuffed out cigar lingers in the air, mixed so sweetly with his fine cologne and aftershave. It's one of the few things you can focus on as Silco drills his drooling cock deep into your pussy. You grip the edge of his desk, your board tossed in the corner of his office, legs hooked loosely around his waist gasping with every drag of his pelvic bone against your achy clit. His grunts are wild, unhinged. His blunt nails leave crescent-shaped marks on your skin as he yanks you deeper onto his cock, his balls making a wet pap pap pap with every delicious thrust. "Such a good girl for me, darling. What would your poor leader think of you sleeping with the enemy? Being fucked so tenderly on the Eye of Zaun's cock? Oh my love--! My cock was truly made for you, hmm? Utterly divine." His lips smash to yours, fingers intertwined together.

Viktor

Ever the gentleman, at first, Viktor slowly lowers you down onto his thick cock. His large hands shift from your thighs to grip your hips, pressing you down gently til he bottoms out. "There, love, see? You always take me much better when you're amply prepped for my dick. You're such a sweetheart for me, I must reward your patience." His smirk curls, lips finding your neck. Viktor's hand gently strokes your leg, easing what pain and discomfort he could. He wouldn't move until you told him to. He knows how much you enjoy cock warming him. <3

Jayce

A soft whimper bubbles in the back of his throat, his cock head breaching your lubed, velvet walls with a gentle push. So warm and inviting, the intoxicating feeling of you wrapped around is just what he needs after a long, stressful day in the lab. His girth is impossibly thick, it's taken a lot of practice and prep for your tiny cunt to be able to take him. Jayce is always gentle with you, big thumb circling your clit in hopes to chase away any discomfort. "Shh, shh, I know it's big, baby, you're taking me so damn well. Want to stop? No? Okay, okay. Let me get some more lube, yeah? Oh, fuck, pretty girl. I felt you clench. God, I ache for you, baby."

"Fuck baby," she hisses, sinking you down further on her pink strap. Her hips stutter, raw muscle flexing beneath the strap's harness pressing into the meat of her thighs. She rears herself back, until the pink head of the dildo is almost entirely exposed before pushing back in with her hips flushed to yours. "You're so stretched out on my cock, lovely. So fuckin' perfect." Vi purrs, swallowing your moan with her lips.

Caitlyn

Tender kisses are peppered all over your face, her long hair falling in front of her face. She's smiling down at you, looking like an angel sprawled against her pillow. Your pretty lips drawn open into a wanton gasp, hips jumping up as her deep blue strap sinks into you fully. The strap buzzes to life, Caitlyn giggles at your little yelp. It melts into desperate pants and eager rolls of your hips. She's more than happy to oblige as she pins your knees to your chest and fucks you into her mattress. "That's it, love. You look so pretty taking my cock like a good girl. Oh, does that feel good, baby? I'm glad. You look so lovely, all fucked out and flushed. Such a pretty little thing."

Jinx

Her face hides at the back of your neck, hips pounding against your ass. Her lithe fingers curl around the messy sheets, her other hand curled at your hip. Glancing down at where you two meet, Jinx all but snarls out a moan, picking up the pace. The way the electric blue strap buries itself deep within your pussy is such an addicting site. One that makes her froth at the mouth, nails biting into your skin. "You should see how fuckin' well you take me, princess. Fits like a fuckin' dream, your cunt is practically drooling f'me!"

|| please don't repost, reuse, or edit my works in any way! I do not give permission. Tumblr is the only site where I post. All characters belong to their rightful owner and the story belongs to me © CHERUBFAE 2024 ||

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l1tw1ck · 9 months

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Recklessness in the Restroom

bottom!ftm Itto x top!masc reader

☆ Word Count: 1,012 ☆

↳ [REQUEST] | [No AFAB Language Version]

CW: Semi-Public Sex, Size Difference, Drunk Sex, Deepthroating, Cum Swallowing, Fingering, Daddy Kink, Hair Pulling, Squirting, Creampie, Degradation, Getting Caught

You and Itto met because he decided to sit down next to you at the bar. He didn't sit next to you on purpose, but he's glad he did. And so were you. When you turned to look at him, you were greeted with the very attractive sight of a big, strong man. And maybe it was the alcohol talking, but you wanted to fuck him. Itto felt the same, maybe even more intensely than you did. He wanted you to bend him over at the bar and show the entire club what a whore he is. Itto took a few shots before finally talking to you. He grabbed onto your shirt collar and brought you close to his face, lifting you out of the seat to do so. You looked at him with impure lust in your eyes, a fiery need to press your lips against his. Yours and Itto’s lips smashed together and you started to make out with him sloppily and passionately. You wanted more, and the both of you knew this wouldn't end with just a kiss.

And that knowledge landed the two of you in the staff bathroom, thanks to a good friend who lent you the keys.

Itto gets down on his knees and looks up at you, bearing his fangs as he smiles. “I promise I won't bite.” He drags his tongue along your shaft, pressing kisses along it as he goes. You're a lot shorter than him but your cock makes up for the height that you lack. He brings his hand into his pants and strokes his t-dick. He kisses the tip of your cock before opening up his mouth and fully taking in your length. He closes his eyes and deep throats you at a decently fast pace. He doesn't have a gag reflex and he's taking full advantage of it.

“Shit- I’ve never met someone who could take all of me.”

He smiles, feeling good about himself. He picks up the pace, determined to make you come in his mouth. You throw your head back in pleasure. Your moans encourage him to keep going. You can feel his fangs lightly drag along your shaft and you never thought it'd feel this good.

“‘M gonna come-” You moan. Itto keeps going, wordlessly giving you the okay to come in his mouth. You do just that, flooding his throat with your cum. He slurps it all up before pulling away and standing up. He goes over to the sink and bends over, looking back at you with a grin. You pull down his pants and boxers, exposing his dripping wet pussy to the cold bathroom air. You slide two fingers inside of him one by one.

“Your fingers are too small.” He frowns. You laugh and add two more. “That’s better.”

You lean in to kiss him as you start fingering him. He reciprocates it with added passion, kissing you very aggressively. The pace of your fingers matches his aggressiveness. He pulls away for air and watches you finger fuck his cunt as he catches his breath.

He knows that with how drunk he is, he’ll definitely come relatively fast and he doesn't want to wait any longer for you to fuck him. “Hurry up and fuck me already.” He puts his hand on your wrist.

“You’re quite impatient, I was having fun with this.” You chuckle and pull your fingers out.

“You’ll have a lot more fun fucking me.”

“Fair enough.” You align your length with his hole.

Itto grips the sink as you slide inside of his warmth, stretching out his pussy with your thick length. “Yes—” He gasps, finally getting the stretch he desired. You slowly slide in and out of him, getting him used to the feeling. He's clearly enjoying himself despite how slow you're fucking him. “Fa- faster-” He moans. You grip his waist and pick up the pace. He doesn't even consider trying to be quiet as loud and shameless moans escape his pretty lips. He isn't usually this loud during sex but you're so big and the fact that he's having unprotected sex with a stranger in a public fucking bathroom makes this feel a thousands times better than normal. He didn't know it before, but this is definitely a kink of his.

“You're so loud, are you trying to get caught?” You spank him.

“It juh~ feels so good, Daddy~!”

“Fucking slut.” You grab his hair and pull his head back, a grin growing on his face. “You like this? Getting fucked raw in a bathroom? Huh?”

“Fuck yes~”

You let go of his hair and bring your hand down to stroke his t-dick, his pussy squeezing your cock tightly. He rolls his eyes back, barely able to handle it all. “yes- yes- yes-” He repeats it over and over as his orgasm quickly approaches. He lets out a breathy “Daddy” before squirting, leaving something for the janitor to come clean. “Keep going- fuck-” Itto looks at himself in the dirty, graffiti ridden mirror through very hazy vision and smirks. He's a mess and he loves it.

You pound into him even harder than before. He’s gonna need help walking after this. The sounds in the room are so obscene, it makes it feel like you're in a porn video. The sound of Itto’s wet pussy, your hips snapping against his fat ass, and his unabashed moans all make this feel very pornographic.

“I’m close.”

“Co- come inside~” He moans. “Fill me up, Daddy~”

You thrust into him a few more times before coming inside of him. He comes just from that, his pussy squeezing a few extra drops out of you. You lean into his ear. “Dirty slut.” You emphasize your words with a smack to his ass. He giggles in response.

The door swings open, the owner of the club standing in the doorway. “What the hell is going on in here?”

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thebellearchives · 1 year

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𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐑

~ inumaki toge ; jujutsu kaisen

✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : after an afternoon of gaming, you and inumaki share your first kiss

‧₊˚ c o n t e n t s : gn!reader, fluff, he uses his cursed speech on you

‧₊˚ a / n : toge can say some words as long as they’re not harmful, onigiri ingredients are in japanese

“FINALLY!” your voice resonated victoriously from Toge’s room, he loudly groaned and let himself fall backwards onto the bed.

About four hours had passed since you came over to Toge’s dorm to play videogames. And about two of them had been spent in trying to beat him in Smash Bros. Toge had won 2 rounds against 1 most of the time, but you had finally managed to turn the tides against him. Sure, it was just one victory against his multiple ones but it tasted glorious!

“YES! IT WAS ABOUT TIME IT WAS NOT FAIR!!” you punched the air in joy, standing on your knees.

“OKAKA”

“DESERVED! EVERYONE CHEER FOR Y/N”

“OKAKAAAA”

“Y/N SUPREMACY”

“Tch” Toge clicked his tongue and pulled you down onto the bed while you laughed, he giggled and placed his index in front of his lips “late”

“Oh” your eyes widened with the realization of the time, turning around towards him “you’re right, I should go back to my dorm.”

He groaned and puckered his lips in annoyance. You smiled. He was so cute. You were both on your sides, only centimeters apart, looking at each other. Next thing you knew you were lost in his beautiful lavender eyes, and your heartbeat quickened, thinking about how much you ached to caress his cheek and trace his cursed marks with your index. It was moments like this when you thought about your friendship with him, and how much effort you had put into carefully weaving it without involving the growing feelings in your chest.

“You want me to stay?” your question blurted out in a low voice.

He nodded, his hand catching a strand of your hair and placing it behind your ear. Your cheeks reddened to the feeling of his fingertips grazing your face. A sweet sensation of nervousness sat in your stomach, butterflies suddenly arose to try and turn your insides upside down. He immediately noticed the blush and apparently that made him smile, he seemed intrigued for a moment.

“Come closer.”

Your body moved on its own without permission from your brain. You brought your bodies closer to each other, pulling towards him by grabbing his shirt, your faces now extremely close. Inhaling sharply, your eyes widened and stared at him in surprise, his intrigued expression never leaving his face. He giggled at your reaction. He was teasing you and it was almost unfair, anyone could tell how much he was enjoying it. Shakily, your hand made its way towards his marks, index slowly tracing over the pattern on his smooth skin. As his long white lashes lowered down towards your hand, his lips partly opened at the touch. God, he’s so beautiful. He closed his eyes, his forehead rested on yours. Sighing, he nuzzled against your cheek, and his arms slithered around your waist. With a nervous gulp, you closed your eyes too, feeling his breath over your shaky lips. When you caressed his face, he licked his lower lip. And finally, his lips found their rightful place on top of yours. He kissed softly, causing a warm feeling of longing hugging your body. When you kissed back his arms around you tightened, trying to somehow bring you even closer, his tongue slid through your lower lip. Gasping, you slowly opened your mouth to grant him access, and his hot tongue filled your mouth, making the butterflies flutter with no control. One hand on his shirt turning into a pleading fist, the other one threading his white hair in between your fingers. Tender yearning was the only thing in between our mouths, until he pulled away for a sharp breath. You also breathed in the air you had forgotten you needed at all.

“Toge…” you tried to say something, anything, but the kiss had left your mind wiped clean.

“Hmm” he hummed in response. You didn’t say anything, just wrapped your arms around his neck “kiss.”

Following his orders, you kissed him shortly.

“Kiss” his now slightly husky voice pushed you to peck his lips yet again “more.”

This time, that last word obliged you to properly kiss him, just like the first time. Lips molding against his like they were meant to be together, melting. The sounds filling the room felt like music to your ears, with both of you tangled in between each other like you had been looking forward to it for a while. And it probably was just like that. One of his hands decided to guide you holding your jaw with his fingertips. You stopped the kiss to breathe again, you could’ve sworn the room was revolving around both of you like you had just become the center of the universe. He was the center of your universe. His face moved away from yours and you finally opened your eyes, his thumb caressing your chin.

“Beautiful.” his eyes seemed to shimmer in a new way you hadn’t seen before.

You knew your cheeks were already flushed, but it still felt like that single word prompted the rest of the blood in your body to concentrate on your cheeks solely. A bashful smile appeared on your face. Ironically, it seemed like you couldn’t find the words to tell him how beautiful he was to you. You thought another kiss could convey the words instead, so you just leaned over to connect your mouths once again.

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ln4swiftie · 6 days

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Snowfall

💌 lando norris x reader

💌 hot tub ski trip smut wc: 0.9k

💌 Warnings: smut (p in v), unprotected sex (DONT DO THAT!!!), swearing

💌 author note: hi this is my first ever fic so please be nice to me !! enjoy lovelies <3

The cold winter night surrounded your upper body as you’re sat in the hot tub at the cabin in the mountains you rented along with your boyfriend, Lando and a couple other friends. The formula one season starts soon and you all wanted to spend some time together before you and Lando are in a different part of the world every other week.

You came out to the hot tub after dinner to wind down since you’ve been skiing all day and the jets work wonders on your muscles. You rest your head on the tub looking up at the ski and breathing in the cool air from the snow sat on the trees isolating the cabin. you shook out of your thoughts to the sound of the door latching and turn your head to see your boyfriend in nothing but his swim trunks and the dark green crocs you bought him for Christmas.

“Hi my love!” he smiled as he shrugged his crocs off and placed his towel right next to yours on the lawn chair slightly covered in snow. “Did you leave our friends in there all alone?” you teased as he climbed into the hot tub and settled next to you. “Not entirely, Max and P were cleaning the kitchen from dinner so I'm sure they’ll find something to do.” he said while his hand moved to wrap around your shoulders. He kissed your cheek “I haven't seen you all day, how were the slopes?”

“They were okay, boring without you though.” Lando had meetings about the upcoming season so he couldn’t join you and your friends. “Third wheeling is hard.” you whine while lying your head to his shoulder.

He laughed “well now we know how Max felt for 2 years” he pulled you into his lap “we weren’t very subtle babe” he mutters while his hands find your hips and eventually make their way to your ass. He starts kissing your neck and you can feel himself growing underneath you.

“wow you really missed me huh?” you tease as your hands find themselves tangled in his curls. “you know it.” is all he says before your lips smash against his.

In minutes your kiss becomes very heated and soon Lando is catching your moans in his mouth trying not to disturb your friends who’s window is looking out to the hot tub. Lando’s sure that they are doing the same thing as you two but the thought of his best friend catching him like this makes him want to throw up. The second your lips touch his neck his worry fizzles away out of existence and his focus shifts solely on you.

A quiet whimper leaves his mouth as you find his sweet spot on his neck. “Fuck, baby. ” He mumbles, moving his hands from your waist to come in-between you. He gently moves your bathing suit bottoms to the side and slides a finger through your folds. He quickly glances at you with lust in his eyes, asking for permission, you nod “use your words, love” your head falls to his shoulder in anticipation.

“Please Lan” you practically moan. Without hesitation he pushes two fingers into you and slowly pumps. moans fall from your mouth as he curls his fingers hitting the spot that makes you see stars. Fuck Lando loves the sounds you make when he’s inside you. His hard cock is begging to be let free from his trunks as he feels your contract around his fingers. He moves his thumb to rub your clit as your breathing gets heavier. “Lan Im so close” you whimper into his shoulder and begin to lightly kiss it, digging your nails into his biceps.

“I know baby, I know” he speeds up his movements bringing you to your high and finishing on his fingers. You grab his face pulling him in for a kiss causing him to whimper in surprise, bucking his hips into your core to find release for himself. You tug on his swim trunks releasing his cock and start to stroke it. Lando throws his head back with a groan “I need you..” he moans and that’s all he needs to say for you to sink onto him. Both your jaws fall slack as you adjust to the size of him. “holy fuck” you mumble as you begin to rock your hips back and forth.

Lando is kissing you like it's the last thing he’ll ever get to do “I'm close baby” he says into your lips causing you to increase the pace of your rocking. it's not long before you reach your second high and his cum fills you up, moans fall from both of your lips. Your head falls to his shoulder as you both catch your breath. Lando grabs your chin and makes you look at him “love you” he simply states and places a kiss on your forehead. “Love you too, can we go make hot chocolate?” you ask with an innocent giggle “Of course my love” he smiles, helping you out of the hot tub and wraps you in your towel before wrapping his own around his waist. You two quickly change into hoodies and sweatpants, you choosing to wear one of Lando's quadrant hoodies from his suitcase before heading to the kitchen to make your cups of hot chocolate and sit by the fireplace while you drift off to sleep in Lando’s arms while watching your favourite Christmas movie, Elf.

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Be nice to me this is my first ever fic, idk if ill write more i probably will because i had fun writing this

#lando norris x reader #lando norris #lando norris smut #ln4 x reader #lando norris x you #lando norris fluff #lando x reader #ln4 #formula 1 #formula one #f1 fanfic #f1 smut #f1 x reader #lando norris fanfic #f1 x you #f1 smau

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aleenuhs · 6 days

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Helping Arthur release some tension after his right arm got injured in a gunfight. He’s been grumpy and stuck at camp; he could use a helping hand. 🤭

ᯓ★ A Helping Hand

I love this little idea, thanks anon!

warnings & tags: smut (p in v), fluff, nudity, afab!reader/fem!reader, Arthur is a lil angry, mentions of injury, established relationship, pet names, gendered language (she/her, reference to reader)

word count: 1,157

Arthur was starting to get hysterical due to his current situation. He got injured on his right arm, which he used in everyday life, especially when it came to using his guns and crafting.

The more hours he stayed in camp, he wished to be out and doing what he does best. Not that he avoided camp, or maybe he did, but he was there because that's where you were.

"I said I'm fine," he demanded, looking up at you from where he lay on the cot, your eyes wandered to the wrap on his arm, just staring.

"Let me at least get you some coffee, please?" You spoke, and Arthur didn't protest, so you assumed that it was what he wanted. "Good." You grabbed the little mug from his side table. Soon you came back with the mug and some coffee in it. Arthur sat up and took the small mug from you.

"Thank you," he said in almost a murmur. "I ain't want ta ask you for much, sweetie. I know you have stuff that you have to do 'round here."

You frowned a bit, "I finished all my chores, and Ms. Grimshaw said it was fine, don't act like it's a burden, Arthur, when it's not. I love you okay?" You smiled again, sitting beside him, resting your head on his left shoulder, he used his injured arm to swipe a few hairs away from your face.

"A'right then, I love you too," He said to you.

"How does your arm feel?"

"Fine, I want to get back out there." He said with slight desperation in his voice, his eyes bored to the house's walls. You grin.

"Arthur, you need rest." You say placing a kiss on his cheek.

"Remember how I said I was fine? Yea' I meant it." He said, with a little sass in his tone, making you giggle.

"Go tell mister Dutch that," You replied in a murmur but an even sassier tone than his one previously.

"What'd you say?" He said, not catching whatever you just said.

"Nothing." His eyes snap to your expression, and the shrug that crept onto your shoulders. He placed the mug down on the side table.

"Don't do that now..." He looked at you, "what did you say?" You can only giggle at how he yearns to know what you said, suddenly you're right under him, he manhandled you under him and you're still laughing at him. "Guess I'm gonna have to get it outta you one way or the other." He began to tickle you, knowing exactly where to get you, your tummy.

"Hey!" You said suddenly, "No not this right now!"

"Tell me!" He persisted in tickling you, and you were trying to fight back without hurting his arm even more, but you weren't going to win this at all so you sighed heavily.

"I told you to go tell Mister Dutch what you'd said!" You uttered fast and Arthur let go of you, both of you breathing hard, the little tears in your eyes from how much you felt vulnerable while being tickled went away.

"Did'ya now?" He had a smug look on his face, "I just might." You nodded when he said that.

A minute of silence fell into the air between you two, his body on top of yours, careful not to squish you, he stares longingly into your eyes and smiles. "But I wanna stay here with my sweet girl." He kissed you before you could even respond, both of your guys' lips smashing together, he lays himself down next to you bringing you closer. The little squeaks of the bed as you two moved on it filled the air. Your body shifted on top of his, you smiled down at him and he chuckled.

"Whatcha gonna do?" he playfully chided, you looked a bit lost. A smile tugged at the corners of your mouth, and you brought your head down to kiss his neck. His warm hands slithered up your legs and stayed on your hips as he kissed you back, your skirt was riding up your thighs and Arthur smiled.

You got up and slid off your underwear and then got back onto the cot, unzipping his pants and taking his cock out. You balanced yourself above his hips, he stared up at you and smiled, your clit dragged against his tip, he groaned a bit, Arthur reached down to his cock, rubbing it against your wetness, making your hips falter a bit. He pushes his cock right into your entrance. A moan escaped your lips, hands finding his chest and applying a bit of pressure as you rode him. His cock stretched you out, and boy did it feel good. "Mhm, such a good girl fa' me..." He put his hands on your hips, slightly guiding them to move even faster.

The room was filled with the sounds of his grunts and your moans, the sounds of skin slapping together. "Fuck.." you moan when his cock hits your g-spot. Your knees already weak, he feels you starting to give up, he assists your efforts by bucking himself up into you. The only other time you've felt the burning sensation in your thighs is when you're riding your horse, but this felt good.

You lean down and kiss him some more, they were sloppy kisses but he took them gladly, you still rolled your hips.

"Takin me so well." He used his left hand to rub your clit, taking you completely over the edge, making you moan even louder. He needed you so bad, he was full of tension and pent up energy from everything. He'd been wanting to fuck you for a long time, a while, he watched you walk around camp talking to everyone as he was supposed to be resting and taking it easy, he would sit near the fire drinking, smoking or cleaning his guns.

He always thought of you, he needed you, what a man you'd made him.

Now, he started to rut faster into you, not taking it easy at all.

"Arthur--" You groaned out in pure pleasure, his rough hands caressed your soft skin, the hands that killed and strangled people, they were so soft to you, they pleasured you.

"Alright there, princess?" He checked on you and you nodded as you hid your face in the crook of his neck. Your cheeks were red and you could feel your cunt clench around him, you were both close, his hands brung you down even harder on him. "Y'gonna cum, girl?" He used his finger to tilt your chin up to look at him as you came. "Look at me." He demanded.

When your orgasm hit, you shook and moaned out his name. He came shortly after you.

"God-" You cried out in pleasure, "oh my..."

Arthur whimpered a bit, before he held onto you. grasping at your shoulders to keep himself grounded.

"Damn, you did so good for me..." he praised you.

"I did?" You smiled up at him as you laid there on top of his chest. \

"Sure did." He hugged you.

a/n if u liked this pls req more!

#Arthur Morgan #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #fluff #smut #Arthur Morgan x reader #rdr2 fanfic #rdr2 x reader

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svgvru · 18 days

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I heard your call and I bring you my inner most desire. I want Choso absolutely sobbing, crying, drooling over how good the readers pussy feels (riding position). And I want the reader to praise him. Petting his hair and telling him how good he's doing and bam! He cums 😌 (fem!reader please)

LIVE-STREAM PREVIEW ! ( 22 Oct. 2023 )

categories: sub male ; choso k. ; ( hinted blk ) f!reader

glossy brown eyes dart to anywhere but you. the clock, your posters, the door, the clothes on the floor. anywhere but the place where your bodied connected so deliciously. his breath stutters, sweaty and barren chest rising shakily.

the poor baby, he can't handle it. his toes are curled and his eyes are screwed shut, kiss-swollen lips shivering.

"choso," he can't handle the way your soft voice calls him. the warmth of your walls engulfes his cock in a way that makes him think he'll go insane. "choso," you sing, acrylic nails lightly graze his chest; the light scraping of your brains against his skin makes him shudder. "yes—?" he chokes, hips stuttering up and into you.

a light chuckle leaves your lips, one he recognizes that has a sense of cruelty and love laced in it.

"you're doing so well baby," you coo, a hand going to card through his disheveled hair, "but...i need you to say awake." choso hears a soft laugh before a soft kiss to the mark on the bridge of his nose. "can you do that for me, my love?"

a cough leaves his lips, strings of saliva connecting his lips as he opens them. "y-yes," his voice cracks, sniffles ringing in the hair as more tears fall from the corners of his eyes.

"good," you whisper, picking up the pace of your hips.

a quiet noise mixed with a choking sound and a groan leave him as he throws his head back. "oh, oh!" he whines, hips subconsciously rolling up to meet yours. there's nothing but warmth spreading throughout his body, and especially wrapped around his much too sensitive cock. it's been years since he's been this intimate with a woman and he can't handle it. "you okay?" you hum.

choso gulps, sucking in the hot, tension-filled air. "mhm!" he gulps, failing at holding back tears, "you just—ngh! you feel too good!"

you smile, "oh, i know. but you're doing so good! you've been so good for me cho, i know you have one more." your praise seems to smash a button inside of his head. your fingers card through his strings of hair as you whisper such praise to the shell of his ear, hips rolling too sensually for the man.

his breath hitches loudly, eyes rolling back. "hah...oh! baby!" he whines, his calloused hands gripping onto the fat of your hips, and his hips rut upwards.

with a whine and a hiss you feel his cum paint your walls, as you find the feeling of his legs trembling amusing.

you don't move, simply cockwarming him as he comes down from his high. after a few seconds, you press soft kisses to his sweaty forehead. "good job, my love," you coo, squeezing his cheeks. he gulps at your praise and you feel his now softened cock twitch inside of you.

"now can you do me a favor?"

"huh?" he whispers, looking up at you with adoring eyes.

"can you handle giving me one?"

little thirst, it's been a while since i wrote smut or for him. i tried to write a bit differently since ive gotten in the mood, i hope this was alright!! i am so sorry you had to wait this long...

#( live-stream prev. ) — jjk #( cat. ) — choso kamo #chubby coded reader #black coded reader #choso kamo x reader #choso smut #jjk x reader #jjk x female reader #jjk smut #hinted black reader #dom female reader #sub character #sub choso #choso x reader #choso x female reader #x female reader

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cameronspecial · 1 month

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Smell My Shirt

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.5K

Summary: Rafe and Y/N like each other, but haven't defined their relationship and Rafe is ready to take the next step.

A/N: Inspired by this post.

Masterlist

Y/N and Rafe don’t know exactly who they are to each other. They’ve gone on a few dates and can tell they really like each other, but they haven’t talked about their status or kissed. Not a peck on the lips. Not on the cheek. Not even on the forehead. This is unusual for Rafe, except he is terrified of stepping forward when Y/N isn’t ready. After weeks, he decides he has to take a chance and try to define their relationship, following his game. Sweat drips down his face and onto his shirt, causing the basket to blur in his vision. He glances to the bleachers to spot her in the crowd. She is standing and cheering for him as loud as she can. He smiles at her enthusiasm, lining up the shot and throwing the ball. It switches in the net and the buzzer goes off to signify the end of the game. Rafe just won the game for the team. His team members rush to celebrate with him, yet he only has one person on his mind. Before he can catch a glimpse of her, he is ushered to the locker room. The other boys head to the shower while Rafe takes a second to himself. He opens TikTok on his phone and takes an interest in the video playing. It gives him an idea, so instead of joining the others in the shower room, he leaves the locker room to find her.

As usual, he finds her leaning against the concrete wall. She looks up from her phone at the sound of the door opening and grins at the sight of him. She immediately runs to give him a hug, not caring that sweat coats his skin and drenches his shirt. He pulls her in tighter. He loves the feeling of her in his arms. They tug away from each other and their eyes connect. “Congrats on the win. You played amazing,” she praises, resting her hand above his elbow. He steps back from her with a sheepish grin, “Thanks. I’m so sweaty though. Look, smell my shirt. It smells like a wet dog.” Without thinking, Y/N follows the order and leans forward. As soon as she is close enough, Rafe presses his lips to her forehead. She gasps at the contact. He immediately pulls away thinking he did something wrong. His head hangs, “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I shouldn’t have done that, I’m sorry. I was just ready to take the next step in our relationship and I saw this thing on TikTok, so I thought it would be-” She stops his rant by smashing her mouth against his, tangling her fingers through his hair.

They need air eventually and separate. She presses her forehead against his, “I’ve been waiting to do that for weeks.” “Then why haven’t you?” Rafe asks. She shrugs, “I was scared you weren’t ready.” “Ha, I felt the same way,” he chuckles. She joins his laughter, “We need to get better at expressing what we want.” He kisses her forehead again. “Yeah, we really do.”

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shadesslut · 8 months

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it takes two, pt. 2

MINORS DNI

Pairing: (Gf!Chad Meeks-Martin x Fem!Reader x Gf!Ethan Landry)

Content Includes: (Slight knifeplay, smut)

Summary: Chad and Ethan...have fun with Y/N.

part 1

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She screamed as she saw the two figures out of her peripheral vision. She rushed over to her kitchen island, reaching for the knife drawer before Chad grabbed her by her arms. He pinned her back against his chest, and he held her arms behind her back in a firm grip. Ethan softly chuckled, closing and locking the door. He stepped towards Y/N’s struggling body, pulling out his own knife. Her eyes widened at the sharp blade, and she struggled against Chad’s grip even more. Which unbeknownst to Chad, was turning him on even more.

“P-Please,” She cried as Ethan stepped closer to her.

Ethan tilted his head and waved the knife around in the air. “Don’t worry sweetheart, we don’t wanna hurt you.” She didn’t believe him. She kicked and threw her head back, trying desperately to get away. Chad bent his head to the side and down to look at her.

“We’re gonna make you feel good,” Chad whispered, lowly.

Ethan nodded along with him, and he reached down to trace the knife over the thin material of her tank top, before hooking his thumb under and cutting it down the middle. She gasped at the cold air, her tits now bare. Ethan licked his lips under the mask, and he reached behind her to palm Chad’s now growing boner. Chad groaned, still looking at her peaked nipples. “Do you like your present, sweetheart?” Ethan asked sweetly.

She glanced at the vial that she had dropped before and back to Ethan. She didn’t answer, and Ethan grew impatient. He ran his fingers down her neck slowly, and she shook under his touch.

“We just want you to feel good, baby, for your birthday. Is that okay with you?” Ethan asked.

She paused for a moment. She knew this was wrong, what they were doing was wrong, but the wetness between her thighs craved for them both. She felt sick, ashamed, for feeling this way. She lustily looked at Ethan, answering his question, and he immediately took off his mask, smashing his lips onto hers. She didn’t have any time to react, to see that the boy who held his knife against her stomach was her neighbor. She kissed back as she closed her eyes, and Ethan momentarily pulled away to take off Chad’s mask, kissing him.

Y/N looked at the two boys in shock at their reveal. She also felt her thighs press together involuntarily. “Ethan? Chad?”

Ethan and Chad had pulled away from each other and looked at her with devilish grins. Spit fell out of their mouths, connecting them with a droopy string.

“You remember us?” Ethan asked.

“‘Remember’? I think about you both all the time,” She admitted nervously. Chad smiled, and he pulled her head back, connecting their lips. Ethan bent down and put his mouth on her nipple, other hand fondling her other breast. She gasped into Chad’s mouth, and Chad shoved his tongue in, immediately exploring her mouth. Chad reached his hand lower and found Ethan’s curls. He tugged harshly, making the younger boy moan at the sensation.

Y/N pulled slightly away, and she looked into Chad’s eyes longingly. “Can we go to the couch?” She whispered. Chad’s cheeks grew warmer at her softness, and he nodded, flicking at Ethan's head. Ethan looked up with an annoyed expression.

“She wants to go to the couch,” Chad ordered. Ethan stood back up, grabbing Y/N and carrying her bridal-style. She yelped as he picked her up and laid her on the couch. Chad walked over, taking off his robe, then his shirt. She stared at his now bare chest in a mesmerized gaze. “You like what you see, baby?” Chad asked, gently grabbing her by her chin. She nodded slowly, looking up at him through her lashes. Ethan watched the interaction with a dark look in his eyes as he breathed heavily.

Chad was growing impatient, he slowly started to undo his pants, slowly tugging them down. Her eyes trailed down to the hair that was placed right under his belly button that led into his boxers. She softly whined at the sight, leaning forward to trace her tongue down the line. Chad’s mouth opened, and he softly gasped. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down to his thighs. His cock sprung out and hit his stomach, precum leaking from the slit of his tip. She reached out for him, and wrapped her small hand around his length.

“Mm, fuck,” he groaned. He bucked his hips forward, gaining friction from her hand. She leaned down and wrapped her lips around his tip, earning a breathy moan from him. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Ethan’s hand move up and down in his pants.

She sunk her mouth down halfway on his cock, eyes tearing up at the stretch. He was big, and he knew it. He smiled satisfactorily, resting his hand on the back of her neck, pushing her down a few inches. She let out a muffled whine, and she began to bob her head back and forth, moving her hand along the rest of him where her mouth didn’t fit. She kept this pace for a few seconds, and Ethan leaned over to her, whispering in her ear, “Touch right here,”

He grabbed her free hand, and he placed it in the space right behind Chad’s balls. Chad looked at Ethan and Y/N with wide eyes as he felt their hands graze the sensitive spot. She applied pressure, roughly rubbing where Ethan had told her. Chad let out a groan, his back arching over at the overstimulation.

“Ah-fuck, fuck!”

Ethan smiled, and he pulled some of Y/N’s strands away from her forehead. He saw Chad’s thighs rapidly shake and his hips buck up. Ethan grabbed Y/N by the shoulders, and he pulled her off of Chad. “What-” Chad began, before Ethan interrupted him.

“Shouldn’t we be making the birthday girl feel good?” Ethan asked, looking at Y/N, who had spit running down her chin. Chad panted and smiled down at her.

“Of course,” Chad answered softly.

The two boys had positioned her to lay on her back, head leaning against the cushion. They had pulled her bottoms down, making her fully naked. Her legs were spread wide open as Chad and Ethan held each leg down. Chad was laying over Y/N’s lower stomach, with his arm wrapped around her leg, and Ethan was on his knees on the floor, his hand pressing down on her other leg. Both of their tongues vigorously licked at her cunt, Ethan fucking her with his, while Chad focused on her clit.

She was a moaning mess, it just felt too good. Chad let his free hand fondle her breast, his index finger flicking over her nipple. She had cum twice already, but the boys didn’t stop. Ethan was basically dripping onto the floor with his precum. Every now and then, he would grind against the couch, hissing at the form of relief. Chad’s tongue moved quicker, in small circles, causing Y/N to whine.

“I’m gonna…” She groaned, feeling Ethan’s index and ring finger push inside of her. He curled his fingers roughly, the sounds of her wetness filling the air. She moaned one last time, arching her back up as Chad and Ethan continued licking her juices.

The white liquid spewed out of her as she came, and Chad and Ethan fought to lick it up.

“Dude, you took it all,” Chad pouted at Ethan, who only licked his lips.

“Here,” Ethan responded, taking Chad by his jaw and open-mouth kissing him. Chad moaned into his mouth as their tongues intertwined. They both pulled away, and they turned their heads towards Y/N. Her eyes fought to stay open, and she yawned. They looked at her sweetly, internally screaming at how beautiful she looked.

“Poor thing is all fucked out, isn’t she?” Chad cooed, softly kissing her forehead. She hummed softly at his touch, and Ethan rubbed Chad’s back soothingly. They both stared at her for a moment, then looked at each other, and they noticed both were still hard.

So, very quietly, trying not to wake her up, they jerked each other off. They quietly gasped into each other’s necks as they finished, and after cleaning themselves up, they snuggled against Y/N. Chad reached over for a blanket on the arm of the couch, and laid it on the three of them. Ethan kissed the back of Y/N’s neck before giving Chad a peck on his lips. Chad smiled and draped his arms over Y/N’s stomach, hand resting on Ethan’s arm. Soon enough, the two boys slowly drifted off to sleep, ever so grateful that her parents forgot her birthday.

#scream #scream 6 #scream vi #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry #jack champion #ghostface x reader #chad meeks x reader #ethan kirsch #chad meeks martin #chad meeks x ethan landry #chad meeks smut #chad meeks imagine #chad meeks fluff #ethan landry fluff #ethan landry x you #ethan landry smut

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hxxsxxng · 27 days

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SUNGHOON 박성훈 - JUST FRIENDS?

MINORS DNI

Word Count : 1.2k

Genre : SMUT

Content : infidelity, oral f receiving, biting, unprotected sex, creampie, painful sex, other stuff that i probably forgot

Synopsis : Sunghoon is tired of seeing you with your boyfriend and wants to show you how much better his is than him

Authors Note : just a short little story for you to enjoy

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“i can’t stand seeing you with him” he nuzzled into your neck, leaving small kisses.

“we can’t be doing this”

“please just once, let me show you how much better i could treat you. how much better i could make you feel.” sunghoon begged

“stop. i love him, not you, and that’s the end of it. i am tired of this. we are just friends” you scoffed, pushing his chest away.

he can’t stand to see you deny him like this, especially since no other girl has ever done it before.

before you are able to leave, he pushes you back into the couch and crawls on top of you, smashing his lips into yours. at first your don’t reciprocate, but the more his lips melt onto your, you can’t help but to give in. he gave kisses on your mouth. a kiss on your cheek. a kiss on your ear. a kiss on your nose. each time, without fail, sunghoon continues until all your senses have faded and all you know is his touch. his warmth. his taste. and his smell. you were addicted to the sweet scent he exuded, and so was he. his kisses were passionate, his hands were tender, yet strong, pulling at your clothes, trying to rip them off. his kisses became harsher. they became rough. they became hungry. his hands roamed, caressing every inch of your body.

“mmmm” you groaned, closing your eyes as he continued kissing you senseless.

“god you look so fucking beautiful right now” he praised. “i can never stop staring at your adorable face” he smiled, then continued the kiss.

you felt butterflies fluttering in your stomach. your boyfriend wasn’t as tender as sunghoon was. maybe that’s what you liked about him, but hoons tenderness set something inside of you ablaze. it wasn’t until he kissed down your neck, sucking your skin until you couldn’t breathe anymore, that you started to let yourself go. you wanted him. you needed him. you needed his touch. you needed to feel everything.

he started to unbutton your shirt, slowly, exposing all of your soft curves. he licked his finger and gently traced the length of your breasts. he desperately pulled your shirt off and bit lightly at your collarbone, then trailed kisses down your stomach. when he reached the hem of your pants, he stopped and looked up at you."are you sure?" he asked nervously. "i don’t want to ruin your relationship with him" he. "if i do something that makes you uncomfortable…" he mumbled, trailing his hand up, slowly. you stared deep into his eyes, watching as he traced circles around your panties. you didn't respond. instead, you placed your hand over his and intertwined their fingers. he looked surprised. it wasn’t long before he started removing your pants completely.he slowly removed your underwear and sat back on his heels, staring at you, his eyes glazed over. then he leaned forward and took both of your legs in between his, lifting them into the air, spreading apart.he slowly licked one thigh, and then the other. he then lapped at you, making your heart beat faster than ever before. ‘fuck me’ you thought. ‘please don’t be a tease. i don’t think i can take it anymore.’ “what should i do?” he whispered as he nibbled on your inner thigh. you closed your eyes and moaned loudly. “just please fuck me” you replied. you could see his smirk from the corner of your eye. “you really need me” he smirked again, taking a big bite out of you. you gripped the edge of the couch tightly, praying that he wouldn’t hurt you. he began licking, sucking and biting, making your insides tingle. his teeth sunk in harder, leaving red marks on your thighs.you moaned, louder than you had ever done. the only thing you could hear was his voice saying “i am going to fuck you so good tonight, you will regret not giving in sooner”. you clenched your jaw, digging your nails into the leather sofa. the pain made you realize that this was real, you weren’t dreaming, you were really fucked. he sucked harder on the spot you were biting, causing you to scream, but then he bit down even harder. you let out a moan.

he pulls away, quickly throwing his shirt off to the side. his sweaty black hair falls over his dark brown eyes as he rushes to unbutton his jeans, that have been holding back all of the built up pressure. his cock sprung free, ready to plunge itself deep within you. you gasped as he lifted above your body, positioning himself. he slowly pushed into you, causing you to squirm underneath his weight. he cock was definitely bigger that your boyfriends. it was not going to be easy to take. he slowly went deeper, making you wince in pain.

“do you want me to stop?” he questioned at your obvious discomfort. “go deeper”

he grunted as he tried to stay still while stretching you out. as he finally bottomed out, he moved his hips, hitting every single inch of your walls with force.

every time he pulled out, your tight pussy sucked him right back in. “this is so much fucking better than i imagined” he whispers into your ear, his hot breath making your neck tingle. he thrust hard, faster and harder than you thought possible. soon after, your head fell back and you yelled his name loudly, almost screaming it. “yes, just like that hoon”

he pumped faster and faster until you could barely form a coherent thought. your grip tightened around the edge of the couch. he suddenly grabbed your shoulders and pressed you back against the couch, grinding into you with such force and ferocity, he could almost tear you open. you whimpered and arched your back, your nails scraping the surface of the couch. your whole body was shaking and your eyes were squeezed shut. you felt dizzy, drunk with pleasure. you could feel his muscles bulging under your own hands, feeling the firmness of his abs. you felt your toes curling and uncoiling, as if the feeling was coming out through your toes. you could feel a burning sensation in your core, like a fire building up inside of you. ‘fuck, god…oh god’ you thought, as he pounded into you, his thrusts increasing and becoming harder and harder. he released a grunt, and then another one, and then he screamed. “yes, fuck me hoon”

his pace grew erratic and his breathing became unstable. he grunts deeply and soon he couldn’t help but to shoot his warm cum inside you. the liquid covered you in a sticky mess. you were panting, and moaning. he collapsed beside you, his forehead resting on your chest.

“you okay? did i hurt you?” he turned to you, his hair sticking to his sweat. “don’t worry, it felt amazing” you chuckled. sunghoon leaned down next your your ear and whispered

“just friends?”

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Yandere OC (Kairos) x dom! Reader

AN: I couldn't figure out how to make this GN,, so I just decided to make two versions where the reader is afab and the second one is amab!! (´｡• ω •｡`) ♡

I was gonna write and post a Luka fic first,, but I kept getting asked to make another Kairos fic, and I got inspired to write one!! (Except I went a little overboard,, I was planning on just writing something small at first,, but couldn't stop writing (´,,•ω•,,)♡)

((Luka fic is still in the making, mwehe))

TAGS: 18+ !! Dom! reader, Kairos being Kairos 💜

Wordcount: 1700~ ish

MDNI.

(AFAB reader!)

With you pushing him gently onto the bed, Kairos’ eyes shake uncontrollably. His heart is pounding against his chest, his hands are trembling with unbridled excitement. He can’t believe that any of this is actually happening… His wildest fantasies are finally coming true.

“L-love, please,” he mumbles sweetly as he moves his arms above his head, compliantly spreading his legs for you. “P-please, make me feel good, please,” he whines as he lifts his hips in the air, begging for you to give his cock some much-needed attention. “I’ll do anything for you!”

He writhes hotly as your hands reach down to unzip his pants– and his bulge pokes out, his dick yearning to be freed. “T-touch it, please, touch it! E-even just a little bit..!” He whimpers cutely as he bucks himself into the palm of your hand, and you can’t help but give in to his demands. His lust is palpable… His cock twitches like crazy.

It’s so powerful, seeing him melt under your touch.

You can’t stop yourself from smirking as you massage him.

“Who’s my good boy?”

Kairos’ purple eyes widen; his heart stops. He doesn’t hesitate to respond. “M-me, me, I’m… I’m your good boy!” His thrusting grows faster, more erratic, needier. There’s precum already leaking from his tip, forming a wet spot on his boxers. It’s adorable how desperate he is.

“G-good boy, I’m your very good boy..!” He pants heavily as he feels himself growing closer and closer to his climax; he’s already mere seconds away from coming undone. He needs this– he needs this so bad.

But you don’t let him cum. Not yet.

He looks so confused– almost hurt– when you move your hand away. “W-wha-” He tears up a bit. “W-why did you stop?”

Instead of answering him, you smash your lips against his own, and it sends a shiver down his spine. He gasps loudly when you move on top of him, straddling his hips. You warmly kiss his cheek as you point down between your legs. “Grind against me until you cum,” you whisper those magical words. In an instant, Kairos’ eyes light up.

“Y-yes, I’ll– I’ll do that–!” His small hands shakily grip your hips as he pulls you down onto his bulge, and he ruts into you like there’s no tomorrow.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..!”

His eyes are shut tightly as he focuses on how good he feels. Your warmth against his own, the love and attention you’re giving him– his head is spinning so fast. It’s almost too much. His nails dig into your thighs as he throws his head back, unashamedly moaning your name.

“I… I love y-you, I love you!!” In an instant, he cums into his boxers, not caring about how messy it is. His body is trembling all over as you reach down and pet his soft hair, praising him while he comes down from his high. “I love you too~” You coo, smiling all the while.

You get up from your position once Kairos finally calms down, his breath evening out and his eyes fluttering open. However, before you can get too far away from him, he pulls you down and holds you next to him on the bed. “Y-you– I– I have to make you cum too,” he whispers as he kisses your lips over and over again. Kairos attempts to push his tongue into your mouth, but he’s honestly not very good at what he’s doing– he’s so messy and inexperienced.

At least he’s trying his best..!

Kairos tries to move on top of you, but you don’t let him. Instead, you push him down even harder into the bed, straddling him once more. He whines, “l-love– what are you doing..? I– I want to make you feel good!”

Kairos struggles against you as he tries to get on top, but you simply won’t allow it. For tonight, you want to be the one in charge, not him.

His face flushes as you tell him this, and he still can’t believe he’s not dreaming. He gulps, “if… If I c-can’t be on top, then… Then does that mean…” His thoughts go haywire as he imagines you fully riding him. Now he realizes that he absolutely needs to see you bouncing on top of him– he needs to see his cock disappear inside of your warmth over and over again until he inevitabley comes undone a second time.

Fuck, he wants to cum inside of you so badly.

Desperately, Kairos reaches out to remove the last of your clothes, but you smack his hands away. “Ah-ah, you’re not allowed to do that.~” You put on a fake, innocent smile as you grab his wrists and pin them by his sides. “For tonight, you’re not allowed to touch me… Okay?”

Kairos hesitantly nods as he digs his hands into the black bed sheets beneath him, trying his hardest to resist his deepest urges.

But you move so painfully slow– and he knows it's on purpose. You’re teasing him. The smirk on your face drives him crazy as you slowly remove his black boxers. He’s already hard again.

Your fingers dance around his tip and gently massage it, teasing him lovingly. He wishes so badly to thrust into your hands again, but he knows that’s not what you want. So he forces himself to be still as you take your time fondling him.

Kairos obeys your wishes like a good boy.

He gasps a little when you fully wrap your hand around his length, lazily stroking him. It feels so good– really good– but it’s just not enough. It’s not nearly enough. “P-please, just… Just f-fuck me already, love! I.. I can’t t-take this anymore!”

Kairos squirms and cries as you start to stroke him even faster, giving his cock one last squeeze before you finally begin to remove your own underwear. His heart skips a beat when he finally sees your pussy on full display.

It’s so close to his dick– so, so close– he has to be inside of you. Now.

“L-let me put it in, please, love,” he shakily raises his hips a bit more, but he still somehow musters the willpower to not force himself inside of you. “Please, please, please…”

Very gently, you rub his cock against your clit, and you exaggerate a moan. In that moment, a borderline-evil idea strikes you, and you wonder if it’ll be enough to make him lose his self control.

“Hmm… I’m not so sure if I should put it in. Maybe some other time would be better?”

With a wink and a laugh, you slowly start to move away from his cock, and his eyes grow impossibly wide in horror. “N-no, no!” Kairos’ hands shoot up from his sides and harshly grip your hips, refusing to let you go. He then shoves his entire length inside of you.

And it feels wonderful.

“D-don’t, don’t tease m-me like that ever again! Y-you can’t just do that!!” Kairos starts relentlessly pounding into you, his eyes shutting tightly as he relishes the way your cunt squeezes around him. The sweat of both your bodies mix together as you begin to move in sync.

Kairos’ movements start to slow down as you take control once again, both of your hands resting on his shoulders as you push him down into the mattress. You gyrate your hips and kiss his skin, eventually moving your hands down to play with his sensitive nipples.

All he can do is dumbly mumble the phrase “I love you” over and over again as drool spills past his lips, the hot sensations turning his mind into an incoherent mess. He opens his eyes once more for a moment, and he looks down to see his cock sliding in and out of your warmth, your juices glistening on his length.

Ah, if only he had a camera on him– he’d take so many pictures to cherish this sight.

Deep down, he can’t believe that he had to spend over 23 years without you in his life. For so many years, all he had was his stupid hands and a pile of cheap plastic sex toys to satisfy himself with. And a pillow. But now..?

Now he has everything he could ever want and more.

As the minutes pass, he can feel the same overwhelming wave of pleasure starting to wash over him. Kairos opens his eyes and reaches up to touch you again, despite knowing that you told him not to. But you let it slide as you feel a wave of pleasure starting to wash over you, too.

“C-cum with me, please,” Kairos begs. “A-and let me cum inside of y-you, too!”

He picks up the pace from under you as he moves his hands to rub your clit. He’s also not very skilled with his hands either, but his pure enthusiasm proves itself to be enough to make you unravel.

“Oh– Kairos–!”

Your breathing grows heavier and heavier as he continues to touch you passionately, and without realizing it, your pussy tightly clenches his length, milking him for all he’s worth. Your eyes roll back into your head as orgasmic waves roll over you, and the same thing happens to Kairos.

He reaches his hands up to your shoulders and holds you in place on his cock, shooting hot ropes of cum inside you as he moans. “Y-yes, yes… Yes..!” He hungrily grinds himself against you, unable to stop himself.

When the two of you come down from your highs and are brought back into reality, all you can do is smile and bask in eachother’s presence.

“I, I lov-”

Before he can finish his sentence, you happily lunge towards his lips and cut him off with a kiss, falling into the bed beside him. “I love you too,” you whisper as you gleefully kiss his nose. He warmly kisses your nose back, tears of joy pouring from his eyes.

He clings onto you tightly, wrapping his arms and legs around your body as he pulls the blankets over the both of you. You can shower later– or tomorrow– but for right now, all he wants to do is hold you.

And for one of the rare times in his life, Kairos manages to peacefully fall asleep.

(AMAB reader!)

With you pushing him gently onto the bed, Kairos’ eyes shake uncontrollably. His heart is pounding against his chest, his hands are trembling with excitement. He can’t believe that any of this is actually happening… His wildest fantasies are finally coming true.

It’s so powerful, seeing him melt under your touch.

You can’t stop yourself from smirking as you massage him.

“Who’s my good boy?”

But you don’t let him cum. Not yet.

He looks so confused– almost hurt– when you move your hand away. “W-wha-” He tears up a bit. “W-why did you stop?”

“Y-yes, I’ll– I’ll do that–!” His small hands shakily grip your hips as he pulls you down onto his cock, and he ruts into you like there’s no tomorrow.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..!”

You get up from your position once Kairos finally calms down, his breath evening out and his eyes fluttering open. However, before you can get too far away from him, he pulls you down and holds you next to him on the bed. “Y-you– I– I have to make you cum too,” he whispers as he kisses your lips over and over again. Kairos attempts to push his tongue into your mouth, but he’s honestly not very good at kissing– he’s so messy and inexperienced. But… At least he’s trying his best.

Kairos tries to move on top of you, but you don’t let him. Instead, you push him down even harder into the bed, straddling him once more. “L-love– what are you doing..? I– I want to make you feel good!”

Kairos struggles against you as he tries to get on top, but you simply won’t allow it. For tonight, you want to be the one in charge, not him.

His face flushes as you tell him this, and he still can’t believe he’s not dreaming. He gulps, “if… If I c-can’t be on top, then… Then does that mean…” His thoughts go haywire as he imagines your cock ravaging him. Now he realizes that he absolutely needs to see you pounding into him– he needs to see your cock disappearing inside of his tight hole over and over again until he inevitabley comes undone a second time.

Kairos hesitantly nods as he digs his hands into the black bed sheets beneath him, trying his hardest to resist his deepest urges.

But you move so painfully slow– and he knows it's on purpose. The smirk on your face drives him crazy as you slowly remove his black boxers. He’s already hard again.

He obeys your wishes like a good boy.

He gasps a little when you fully wrap your hand around his length, lazily stroking him. It feels so good– really good– but it’s just not enough. “P-please, just… Just f-fuck me already, love! I.. I can’t t-take this anymore!”

Kairos squirms and cries as you start to stroke him even faster, giving his cock one last squeeze before you finally begin to remove your own briefs. His eyes widen when he finally sees your cock on full display.

It’s so close to his ass– so, so close– he needs you inside of him. Now.

“J-just put it in, please, love,” he shakily raises his hips a bit more, but he still somehow musters the willpower to not force himself onto you. “Please, please, please…”

Very gently, you rub your cock against his entrance, and you exaggerate a moan. In that moment, a borderline-evil idea strikes you, and you wonder if it’ll be enough to make him lose his self control.

“Hmm… I’m not so sure if I should put it in. Maybe some other time would be better?”

With a wink and a laugh, you slowly start to pull away from him, and his eyes grow impossibly wide in horror. “N-no, no!” Kairos’ legs begin to shake as he wraps them around your hips, refusing to let you go. Without much of a choice, you finally shove your entire dick inside of him.

And it feels wonderful.

“D-don’t, don’t tease m-me like that ever again! Y-you can’t just do that!!” Kairos starts relentlessly bouncing on your cock, his eyes shutting tightly as he relishes the way you fill him up. The sweat of both your bodies mix together as you begin to move in sync.

Kairos’ movements start to slow down as you take control once again, both of your hands resting on his shoulders as you push him down into the mattress. You grind your hips against him and kiss his skin, eventually moving your hands down to play with his nipples.

All he can do is mumble the phrase “I love you” over and over again as drool spills past his lips, the hot sensations turning his mind into an incoherent mess. He opens his eyes once more for a moment, and he looks down to see his cock twitching and bouncing as you fuck him.

Ah, if only he had a camera on him– he’d take so many pictures to cherish this sight.

Now he has everything he could ever want and more.

“C-cum with me, please,” Kairos begs. “Please, cum inside m-me..!”

He picks up the pace as he bounces on your cock even faster, eager to please you. He can’t help but squirm and whine as he imagines your cum filling him to the brim, and maybe even spilling out onto the bed sheets.

“Oh– Kairos–!”

Your breathing grows heavier and heavier as he continues to match your pace, and without meaning to, your cock hits his extra-sensitive spot, and his ass tightly squeezes against your length, milking you for all you’re worth. Your eyes roll back into your head as orgasmic waves roll over you, and the same thing happens to Kairos.

His hands grip the sheets beneath him as he shoots ropes of cum onto his own stomach, his mouth hanging open as he tries to catch his breath. He hungrily grinds himself against you, unable to stop himself. And when the two of you come down from your highs, all you can do is smile and bask in eachother’s warmth.

“I, I lov-”

And for one of the rare times in his life, Kairos manages to peacefully fall asleep.

#yandere #yandere male #yandere x oc #kairos posting #yancore #yandere fic #my silly little guy part 2

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