#it freaking hot outside. and inside. help me

[miajooz]

here me OUT

ellie teases the reader and edges her too much so she gets up and locks herself in the bathroom to finish the job herself. ellie begs at the door for her to forgive her and let her do it. the rest is up to youuuu

Give it to me, Baby ⋆˙⟡

warnings ⋆˙⟡ Smut (obviously) multiple orgasms, masturbation (both), fingering (r!receiving), strap use (r!receiving), thigh riding (e!giving), edging, worshiping, praise, swearing. SUBTOP!ELLIE

wc ⋆˙⟡ 7.2k

Ellie was never really one to deprive you of pleasure—no, that wasn’t her style at all. In fact, seeing you shaking and writhing in pleasure was her favorite sight. Maybe because she loved the way your jaw went slack, or maybe because she loved the fact she made you react that way. Regardless, she was dumbed down to a complete fool who loved watching you crumble when she made you feel like you were on another planet.

Though, it wasn’t in a freak-dominant way you may think—it was different. Ellie enjoyed the fact that she could make her girlfriend feel so good, that came with the visual aspect of seeing you orgasm. It proved that not only could she love you, but she could please you as well

Ellie was a slut for hearing you egg her on. She loved when you made requests, told her what made you feel best—anything of that nature. Hearing you tell her how good she made you feel could make her finish from the littlest amount of friction—differing from your situation, where you were stuffed with her fingers or strap.

She thought about edging before, but felt as if it would be too cruel. Of course it sounded hot in retrospect—but it still wasn’t her style.

Yet when she heard you ask her to do it, she couldn’t resist you. Sure, it sounded a bit strange—but trying and wanting new things was only natural! Especially in sex where it’s more fun that way. So, she agreed.

How Ellie got carried away with this new idea was completely beyond her. She did it once, hot enough! You were ready to finish now, in fact, you were losing your mind from the first time she ripped your orgasm away.

Second time? Thats fine..maybe she felt as though she should build your pleasure up as much as she could. Torturous but fair.

Third time? Okay, now you really needed to cum. This was getting to be far too much. The first two times were already to much—yet she kept it pushing. She kept depriving you of that release you craved with every fiber of your being.

Fourth time—you were in shambles. By this point you were crying from how badly you wanted to finish. Your wetness was all over your thighs, your ass, the bed, and even Ellie. She seemed to feel bad for edging you four fucking times, her hand had reached down to cup your cheek tenderly. But you were not having it, the need to feel that tension in your lower abdomen snap was much stronger than any other feeling. There was stronger feeling in your hold, all the blood rushed down and made it all the more torturous.

That’s how you found yourself locked in the bathroom, sitting on the floor by the tub with your fingers between your thighs. You were circling your clit with a little too much desperation, all you could think about was how amazing you’d feel when you came.

But it wasn’t peaceful—Ellie was outside the bathroom door. She was knocking on it desperately, her voice sounded needy and guilty. You could practically see the remorse on her face, even though she was behind a closed door. You just knew what her expression looked like, it was all panicked—her eyes filled with a deep kind of yearning.

And you were right.

You tried to tune it out, but even when you shoved two fingers inside yourself and the sound of squelching echoed through the room—her voice was louder.

“Baby, please. I’m so sorry, I promise I’ll let you cum. Please just come out here.” she pleaded, knocking softly on the door. She felt absolutely terrible for getting ahead of herself, but she just couldn’t help it.

The way you would desperately rut your hips against her finger after every time she ripped an orgasm away from you was absolutely intoxicating. It was unfair and dangerous how much that turned her on.

So, yeah—she got carried away. But she was ready to make up for it, she wanted to make you cum as many times as she didn’t let you. Four times was a bit greedy and ridiculous. But she had a strap, a tongue, and a desperate, psychological need to please. A need she couldn’t just shove down, she was in shambles too.

How could she cope with the loss of not seeing you cum? No, that was too much. The thought alone made her voice even more distressed and her knocks a bit louder.

“I’m sorry, I swear I’ll make you feel so good. I’ll give you the best orgasm of your life—the best four orgasms of your life!” she pleaded, trying her absolute hardest to coax you off the bathroom floor and into her arms. “I’ll never put you through that again, I’ll fuck you until you’re limp. Just how you like.”

Her words had almost the opposite effect, the way she was begging to fuck you and make up for her actions—or lack there of—made your fingers move faster and your breathing become more labored. Ellie could hear it, she could hear the way you were getting yourself off. Maybe if you came once, you’d give her more at her own hands.

So, she kept talking.

“Please, I need you so bad. You wanna feel good, yeah? I can give it to you, baby.” she begged, only lightly knocking on the door now so you could hear every single word. Or maybe so she could hear your choked out gasps and the way your chest heaved.

You let out a pathetic moan, the type of moan that crawled its way out of your throat when you thought you could keep it in. But it wasn’t a secret what you were doing.

Not when the humiliating, wet, sloshing sounds coming from your pussy were bouncing and echoing off the walls. The sound was all around you, but you tried to imagine it was Ellie doing this to you. You tried to pretend she was finally satisfying you, and the voice in the background was her talking you through it.

So yeah, it wasn’t secretive.

Not when the sound of your sweet moans made Ellie reach down her own pants and work at her own clit.

Not when the sounds coming from that bathroom were downright dangerous, downright torturous to your pathetic girlfriend outside.

Not when she was touching herself to the fact you were touching yourself. It’s crazy how things like this come to be when two people are horny enough. Or maybe it’s because you were both deprived in a way—a differing way, sure, but you were both struggling with a desire to have each other.

“Please, please. I need to see you cum, I jus’ wanna see it.” she pleaded, her voice sounded all breathy and nearly whiney. “Fuck, please. I’ll do anything you want me to. Anything.”

You let out a particularly loud moan, getting off on her words so much to the point of insanity. Who knew such deprived horniness and breathy dirty talk could have such a big effect. Maybe it didn’t, but after being refused an orgasm four times—it didn’t take much to affect you.

Ellie cursed under her breath, two fingers working at her own dripping pussy, maybe that’s the thing you didn’t differ in. She was pumping her fingers in and out of her sopping hole, other hand on the door for support. She was a mess, sweat dripping down her forehead, both her fluid and the leftover coating of yours mixing inside her cunt, her jaw slack—it was a sight, but not one you could see behind a closed door.

But surely you could imagine, right? Surely that got you off—a lot.

“I can fuck you with my fingers first, I’ll make you cum so hard and stretch you out so good. You’ll be seeing stars, I promise.” she tried to assure you, both your fingers working desperately in your own pussies, buried knuckle deep. “And I’ll do it right. Since—since you’ll cum, You know?”

What a dork. God, you were in love. You also knew she was stumbling over her words from fingering hers led so aggressively. You could hear the wet wounds through the door.

Then she continued, “You’ll be all stretched out, right? Then maybe I can fuck you with the strap—any position you want. I’ll give it to you, baby, I’ll give you anything.”

You were a hot mess by this point, such vulgar words pushing you closer and closer to the edge. You could feel a tight coil in your stomach, your breathing becoming heavier as you only got closer.

But Ellie just kept talking, continuing her ramble in description about how good she’d make you feel if you came out of that bathroom. “Please let me fuck you properly. I’ll clean you up afterwards—then you’ll cum again!” she breathed out, her breathing just as labored as yours. she was close too, filtering her mind into an even filthier state than before. “I can make it up to you, i can stuff you so good and so full.”

“So full you will miss it when you’re empty, please, please, please.”

That was the last straw, all the remaining strings holding you together had snapped, had been overwrote by a shudder of bliss that overtook your entire body. With the perfect, most calculated, but also desperate pump and curl of your fingers, you reached said bliss.

“F-fuck, Els!” you cried out, as if she was the one with her fingers stuffed inside your cunt. You wished she was, you missed those veiny, long fingers that gave you a one way ticket to heaven when she used them.

Ellie wasn’t far behind, hearing the sound of you coming undone threw her over the edge. She desperately bucked her hips against her hand, her fingers hitting that rougher spot inside her, abusing it until the overwhelming feeling of her orgasm shot through her. She rode it out, moaning like a bitch in heat and letting her palm bump against her swollen clit perfectly.

The both of you remained in your places for a moment, chests heaving and minds clouded. It took a bit for you finally come to your senses, the aftershocks hitting you like a bodily reset, it felt like the cogs in your mind were all stuck in place as you sat on the back room floor—back arched and pussy stuffed with your own digits.

You managed to scoot forward a bit, reaching your hand up to the doorknob. With a small flick of the wrist, you unlocked the door.

That click was all Ellie needed, it snapped her out of her partial jelly-brained state. With a pathetic gasp, she opened the door, poking her head in to make sure she wouldn’t hit you with the hard wood.

The sight before her made her moan, her breath coming out in small pants and her face soft but utterly needy. “Oh, baby. You’re such a mess.” she coaxed standing over you but eventually crouching down to where you were.

You let out some sort of whimper—as if you were trying to speak but unable to because of the short circuiting of your brain cells. Ellie grabbed your wrist gently, slowly pulling it away from you. Your fingers followed, they were pulled out of your soaked pussy with a coating of fluid that said enough in itself.

When your hole was left empty, you were snapped out of your thoughts. Furthermore, when Ellie put one hand on your back, and her other arm under your thighs. She lifted you up with ease, looking down at your face. You looked so pretty, she wanted that perfect face to contort into bliss, she wanted to see it.

No, she needed to see it.

Ellie carried you out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom, holding you tenderly and steadily against her. She then set you down on the bed with a small groan, almost immediately taking her rightful place on top of you.

Within seconds your lips were connected, the kiss was messy and passionate. Your lips crashed together repeatedly, one hand keeping her propped up and the other on the back of your neck. You wrapped your arms around her, short gasps leaving you every time your lips parted for air or to just deepen the kiss.

Her leg slipped between your thighs, pushing against your cunt softly. You proceeded to rut your hips against the surface of her thigh ever so slightly, she groaned and resisted the urge to straddle you and ride your thigh.

Ellie was kissing you with a need that couldn’t be described in words, only actions. Pornographic, pathetic moans left her as she worked her lips against yours in a way that left you craving more. A way that made you feel like the only thing keeping you in once piece was the death grip she had on you and the feeling of her tongue down your throat.

She pulled away for a brief moment, breaths shaky and cheeks flushed. Her eyes held something familiar in them, she was falling apart just by looking at your face. You had that expression on your face that made her mind fill with the most vile of thoughts. Thoughts she needed to act on.

“Oh, baby. I need you so bad. Can I please finger you again? I’ll be so fucking good to you—just tell me you want it.” she breathed out, her lips practically gravitated towards your neck.

Your fingers tangled in her hair, soft breathes of bliss leaving your throat as you felt her kiss and suck at your throat. “I want it, Els. I need it.”

Ellie’s hands traveled down your body, kneading your breast with her free hand tenderly. She pinched your nipple and bit down on your collarbone particularly hard, making you yelp in response.

She pulled away briefly, offering you a breathy, “sorry,” before continuing. Two fingers rubbed your nipples softly in apology, along with the soft peck of the lips you earned. Eventually she pulled away and paused her abuse on your neck, just to simply stare at you.

Ellie’s eyes were so full of love, so full of emotion, admiration. They were the eyes of somebody who was mesmerized, hypnotized, enamored, all simply from the sight of you. The sight of your flushed cheeks, the hair sticking to your forehead, your naked body, all of it.

She was reminded in moments like these how much she actually needed you. She couldn’t even fathom where she’d be without this. Without you.

“Ugh, I love you so fucking much. You’re so perfect, how did I get so lucky?” she said breathlessly, a moan leaving her as she saw the look on your face. She rolled your nipple between her fingers softly, unable to break eye contact with you.

“Ellie, cmon..” you urged, mainly because you remembered the promises she made to you earlier. You knew she’d be good to you, she always was.

When she didn’t get carried away in the act of edging you, that is.

Ellie said nothing, but her actions were enough. She let her hand slide down your body further, settling them in between your thighs. she caressed the skin of your inner thighs so tenderly you were almost tricked into thinking this would be a peaceful experience.

Until the tips of her middle and ring finger found your bud, you could see the self control and restraint leaving her irises. She let out a breathy sound as she started her circling motions on your clit—moaning as if she was the one receiving it.

All you could do was look at her as her green eyes pierced your own. Ellie couldn’t look away, not when you looked at her like that. Not when there was that softness to your features when she made you feel good, not when she could sit and watch your expressions with every small but purposeful movement.

Ellie was obsessed with that, she could get high off it. Forget weed!

Ellie stoped her fingers for a moment, taking in the whine of protest you let out when she did so. She quickly maneuvered your legs further apart, you could feel her mainly focusing on one for reasons you were oblivious too. She then straightened your leg so it was hanging off the edge of the bed.

“Just hold it there, please. Don’t move, okay?” you were confused when she requested that, until she was sliding her panties down her thighs. You watched in absolute awe.

She held them delicately in her hand, before tossing them aside. Her eyes were on you again, her eyes slightly wide and her lips parted.

“Baby, what are you—“ you tried to ask, but you were cut off when she placed her wet cunt on your thigh. You shivered at the feeling, instinctively bucking your hips a bit and lifting your thigh.

“Oh, fuck!” Ellie moaned breathlessly, she wasn’t expecting that kind of friction since she told you to stay still. She panted softly, her eyebrows knitted together in way that made your neglected hole pulse.

She let her hand find your cunt again, the tips of her fingers trailing up and down your soaked slit. The whole time you held eye contact, the tension was palpable. Even more so when she slowly pushed two fingers inside you, intently watching your face.

You let out a weak sigh, moving your thigh up again so that you were both moaning together. When she curled your fingers and hit that rougher, spongy part inside you, you tilted your head back. A broken moan left your throat, as if your larynx was worn out from how much you were moaning that night. The exhaustion of phantom, pulled away cries of protest when she refused you an orgasm over and over again were lodged in there.

Ellie saw you tilt your head back, to which she immediately grabbed your face with the hand that was holding her up before and forced you to look at her. “No, no, baby. Please let me watch, I need to watch.” she pleaded, starting to pump her fingers in and out of your squelching, embarrassedly, wet hole. “You have the most gorgeous face. Especially when you’re moaning.”

You gently rocked against her fingers, making her soaked cunt slide on your thigh. Ellie’s jaw clenched as the friction in her needy clit was satisfied, she ground her hips on your thigh in response. Broken, needy moans left her as she slid her pussy over her own slick, the feeling was intoxicating and so was the sight. She worked her fingers rougher, faster, everything she could possibly do to make you squirm.

“That’s it, baby. Take it like that, you’re so unbelievably beautiful” she moaned, her eyes trained on the way your jaw went slack. Those fingers of hers were a lethal weapon, a weapon in which could make you a melted mess in a matter of seconds.

Ellie couldn’t help but ramble at the sight of your blissed out face, “Look at you, prettiest face I’ve ever seen. You’re heaven itself, everything you do is so perfect.” she whimpered, roughly fingering you and grinding against your thigh like a creature in heat. “You’re so gorgeous, can you feel the way you’re sucking me in? It’s like you were made to take my fingers. They just fit so well, yeah?”

“I wanna keep them inside you forever. It’s so warm, I can’t get tired of those sounds.”

“Fuckk me..so good, baby. It’s all so good.”

The way Ellie was talking only made you get off even more. The way she was practically worshipping you for just sitting there and letting her finger you was almost too much. Her fingers hit the perfect spot with every thrust. All you could do was take it and listen to her endless ramble.

Your hands were shaking, but you managed to reach them out and place them softly on her ass. Your bodies were so tangled up now, you were in a knot you never wanted to be untied from. You slowly moved her against your thigh, watching the way her lips parted further and her eyes squeezed shut.

“Oh, god. Yeah, s’good, you’re so good to me.” she moaned, you could see the way her face crumbled as she fell apart. But it only made her want to put you in that same state, so she did.

Ellie’s fingers fucked you at a brutal pace. The wet sounds of squelching and your loud moans echoed off the walls. You gripped onto the flesh of her ass, moving her against your thigh and her own slick.

“Shit, Els!” you cried out, squeezing your eyes shut so you couldn’t see the way she intently watched you. You could feel the knot in your stomach forming, your whole abdomen felt tight and strained.

Ellie was in a similar state, she tilted her head back and desperately ground against your thigh. Needy moans crawled out of her throat, the sound of her wet cunt against your thigh and the sound of her working your hole only brought her closer.

Within seconds you were ruined. Your eyes rolled back, jaw slacked even further, pussy clamped so tightly on her fingers it was hard to move—all of it. A loud string of moans were pushed out of you as you came on her fingers, your back arched and your cunt overwhelmed.

Ellie helped you ride it out, but the way your body arched up against her pussy made her hips stutter. One last look at your fucked out face was all it took.

“I love you, you’re so perfect. Im gonna soak your fucking thigh.” she said breathlessly, the last part more high pitched as she threw her head back, her mouth stuck open as a string of curses and cries of your name were moaned like a demand, like a surrender in a way.

Your hands found their way to the arch of her back, fingers digging into the smooth flesh. But her fingers didn’t stop moving, she was too distracted by her own orgasm. You whined and clawed at her back, the overstimulation making your eyes become glossy.

“Ellie, please! Too much, f-fuck!” you cried, you were so overstimulated and sensitive it almost hurt.

When you spoke up, Ellie stopped thrusting her fingers in and out of your tired hole, looking down at you with a blissed out expression. “I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t realize.”

Didn’t realize? Didn’t realize she was still fingering you? That had to be some sort of earth shattering orgasm.

Ellie then pulled her fingers out of you, groaning at the wet sound it made and then the fluid layer covering her skin. She brought her fingers to her lips. sticking her tongue out and kitty licking your juices off her digits.

You watched in awe and utter bewilderment, your lips slightly parted in an attempt to say something—though you were ultimately silenced by the sight of her sliding them into her mouth. She sucked on them as if they were a candy, as if your arousal on them was some delicacy that couldn’t be wasted.

You tried to sit up to have some control in this situation, but she just pushed you back down by your chest.

“I’m not done, baby. Three more, yeah?”

Your eyes went visibly wider. Right, she already told you this. As much as you were flattered, it all sounded exhausting.

But who were you to say no to such a kind offer!

Except you were somebody to worry about it.

“Els, this is too much. We’re both going to get tired. We can pick this up tomorrow, if you’d like.” you offered, worried about her comfort more than the orgasms she owed you.

But she wasn’t even listening. She was off your thigh in seconds, leaning over to slide the drawer open and shuffle though it. You looked down at the slick layer left on your skin, groaning at the sight. It was so dangerous, it was something you adored so much it could be photographed.

Ellie grabbed an army green strap and held it softly in her hands, a stark contrast to what she planned to do to you with the damn thing. She looked at you with a soft smile, immediately shifting her focus towards the strap.

You assumed she was thinking about lube, and chimed in, “I don’t think it’ll need lube, baby. It’s—“

Before you could even fathom what she was thinking about, she put the silicone between her legs. She rubbed her wet cunt on it, getting it all soaked with her own arousal. She even shoved the tip inside herself softly, groaning as her squelching hole sucked it in greedily.

You watched in absolute amazement, your jaw slack in pure bewilderment. The sight made you let out a strained whimper, knowing that her juices would be mixed with yours when she fucked you.

When she pulled the tip of the silicone out of her pussy and examined it, there it was—lubed up with her own natural lubricant. Then, she finally moved to secure it around her waist as if it was routine, as if it didn’t make you start circling your clit as you watched.

You were speechless, how did she still have energy? You were pretty tired, but the sight of Ellie’s focused expression as she put that strap on made your head spin. Not to mention how she hurriedly forced her shirt off and threw it to the side.

You clicked your tongue, your legs still spread and your cunt still a mess, “Ellie, we can—“

“—Baby, I never said I was too tired. I promised I’d give it to you. Just let me make you feel good, yeah?” is all she said to you, her voice firm but reassuring.

Your lips parted in preparation to argue, but you didn’t. Your eyes just traveled down her body, eying the silicone that was harnessed around her hips.

“Unless you’re scared to take it, but that’s another problem we could talk about.” she said, knowing same well that wasn’t the case at all. She was only teasing, she laughed and smiled down at you. lovingly.

Ellie scooted over to you, her eyes trained on your face like usual. She hovered between your legs, shooing your fingers away from your bud and replacing them with her own.

“That’s it baby. Fuck, never seen a prettier pussy, s’perfect.” she coaxed, her voice was mainly a moan. “i’m so fucking obsessed with you.”

You simply let her circle your clit, your eyes locked on hers the entire time. You were too tired to actually start bucking your hips up, so you settled for being less desperate.

Ellie pulled her fingers away from your clit, moving them towards the silicone harnessed to her body. She maneuvered it towards your pussy, the tip parting your folds—like sticky bubblegum being pulled apart. That’s how it was visually, there was so much slick on your cunt that it made everything in that area wet and sticky.

She slowly pushed the tip in, attentively watching the way your facial expression contorted from the pleasure. She loved the way your jaw fell open, or the way you’d squeeze your thighs around her waist.

The way your eyes widened or rolled back as you tried to keep eye contact made her moan every time.

You could feel the stretch of the silicone as she slowly pushed it in, your walls fluttering around it and sucking it in visibly. Her eyes darted between yours and the way your pussy sucked it in so faultlessly. Your jaw went slack, the stretch making your thighs tremble a bit. You felt so full, straps stretched you in all angles, it’s a different kind of fullness.

“Fuck..Els..” you moaned, your voice was all breathy and airy. Airy in the same state that your brain was, all you could think about was her fucking you, her giving you all your orgasms back.

You could feel it, the mixture of her wetness and yours combined. The idea alone made you squirm and pant.

Ellie bottomed out, groaning at the sight of you below her. She bit the inside of her lip, bringing her hand up to gently cup your cheek. “Oh, baby. I stretched you out so good on my fingers, didn’t I? I know you can take this.”

You just stared at her and panted softly, clamping around the still object inside you. With a weak nod, she started actually fucking you.

Ellie started off slow, her thrusts were deep but careful—as if she was handling a delicate ceramic. A delicate work of art, something she needed to care for.

“That’s it, good girl. You’re taking me so well, baby.” she praised, she was being so gentle with you. It was typical, she never wanted to actually hurt you. Especially in such an intimate activity.

Unless you asked, that is.

“So perfect, fuckkk me..” she added, her thrusts starting to pick up in pace and intensity. Once she started she could never hold back. Ellie loved the sounds you made, the sounds your body made. She loved everything about you, in these moments just as much. Your reactions fueled her to do more, please you more, go faster, anything you wanted.

You’re hands scurried to the sheets below you, her thrusts making your lips parted—an exit for those sweet sounds to escape from. Every thrust pulled one out of you, as if she was digging for it purposely. It was like she was searching for those sounds specifically, angling her hips to wherever you moaned the loudest at.

And oh, did she find it.

You shuddered and choked out a needy moan, your eyes nearly rolling back as she hit something astonishing inside you.

“Right there, please!” you pleaded, feeling her set a perfect angle. She hit that spot over, and over, and over again. At first she was softer, trying to really activate the nerves—then she picked up the pace again.

“I hear you, sweetheart. I’ve got you.” Ellie started fucking you at a brutal pace, her thrusts were harsh, deep, fast—everything. You felt like you were going to tear apart, your whole body jolted from each thrust. Pornographic moans left you with every sharp movement, every calculated motion had you writhing and whining.

But her face.

Her face was so soft, her jaw was slack just from watching you take all of her like that. “Take it baby, I love seeing you spread open for me like that.” she panted, moaning at the sight. The strap was slightly rubbing against her clit, making her only thrust more frantically to chase that friction. “Please, please.”

“So perfect, you’re so unreal.” she praised, rambling like she always did when she fucked you. “I’d do anything to see that face of yours when I make you feel good. I’d do anything to make you feel good.”

Your eyes softened at her words, her pace was so brutal but her words were so loving. You were trying to speak or form a coherent sentence, but you were nothing but a moaning, panting, squirming mess.

“Els..” you managed, a breathy tone to your voice. Like the words were forced out of your lungs. One of your hands untangled from the sheets, reaching up to grab Ellie’s.

She immediately noticed and let out a soft, affectionate sigh. She grabbed your hand softly, intertwining your fingers and letting you squeeze her tightly. Her other hand traveled down to your clit, circling it to enhance your orgasm. “I know, baby. You close? Wanna cum for me?”

The way she was speaking to you and fucking you was making that familiar feeling in your stomach return. Her thrusts were powerful and meaningful, her clit getting that mind dizzying friction as well.

Not only was she giving you your orgasms back—she was sharing them with you.

You just whimpered, but Ellie seemed to understand, she didn’t change her pace at all, her hips still angling to hit your g-spot. She leaned down a bit and kissed your neck tenderly, trying to distract you from the humiliating moans leaving her. She gasped for air softly, moaning and huffing in your ear like a dog. “Fucking soak me, baby.”

As she leaned against your chest and pulled you against her, you could feel your nipples rubbing perfectly against hers. The feeling made you both gasp and shudder. This was all you needed. “Oh my god, Ellie!” you cried, the feeling was dizzying.

Ellie was just as loud as you were, her moans were relentless in your ear. She couldn’t even speak, all she could do was pathetically empty out her vocal cords’ only sounds into your eardrums.

“Ellie, Ellie! Fuck, I’m—!” a high pitched moan from your own throat silenced you, making your back arch off the bed and your head tilt back against the mattress. To your surprise—you squirted. The release soaked Ellie’s thighs. A string of curses and Ellie’s name echoed off your lips, trailing on as she helped you ride out your orgasm and helped herself approach her own.

Seeing you finish pushed her, she let out a breathy moan into your ear, squeezing your hand. She could feel it dripping down her thighs. She rubbed her nipples against yours once more and came. Her head was buried in your neck, her lungs pushing out some sort of pathetic noise. A noise she tried to suck in but failed miserably. “Shit, baby!..I love you, I love you..—so much!”

The both of you just stayed like that for a moment, panting and desperately trying to catch your breaths. Ellie hadn’t pulled out yet, she just sat there while your sensitive cunt squeezed the silicone tightly. Her head was buried in your neck, and yours was back against the mattress.

Ellie eventually raised her head, peeling herself away from your sweat covered body so your sensitive nipples could have a break. she looked down at you, cupping your cheek tenderly—even though you weren’t looking at her.

She slowly pulled out, groaning at the soft squelching sound that followed. This seemed to be a common theme. Her hands came down to steady your trembling thighs, one hand gripping the flesh and the other caressing the skin on your right thigh.

Your head was tilted back still in exhaustion, so you couldn’t exactly see what she was doing. She kneeled down over the edge of the bed, moaning at the sight of your soaked, fucked out cunt. “Stay still for me, baby.” she coaxed her breath hitting the wetness coating your poor hole.

You didn’t know what she meant, too dazed to even think. Not until she licked a long strip up your folds, lapping up all the wetness she could in one go. She ended up at your clit, swirling her tongue around the bud and sucking it softly.

You writhed.

A choked cry left your throat as she worked your overstimulated cunt. It was too much, you had just came and she was already trying to pull more out of you. You couldn’t take it, it was too much.

You tangled your fingers in her hair, weak sounds leaving you. With weak efforts, you tried to pull her head away. “Els, please! Give me a second, I can’t take it!”

As soon as Ellie heard that, she unlatched herself from your clit carefully, looking up at you to meet your weak, glossy eyes. She groaned at the sight, a crease between her eyebrows forming at her enamored expression.

“Sorry, baby. Just trying to clean you up.” she soothed, her hand gently caressing your inner thigh again. “Can I please clean you up when you’re ready? I can’t leave my girl all messy. Especially if it’s my fault.”

A weak noise crawled its way out of your throat at the tone she used with you. So soft but so undeniably sultry. All you could do was nod, the words lodged in your throat and filtered into sweet moans instead.

Ellie smiled. She smiled because she still got to eat you out after all of this. That was her favorite thing to do, even if it was more difficult to see your expression that way. The way you squeezed and fluttered around her tongue made it with it every time.

“Just tell me when.” she mumbled, kissing up your inner thigh softly. Her kisses were so soft—until she started biting and trying to leave hickeys and bite marks all over your flesh. Something about seeing those marks in somewhere so close to your pussy made her crazy. She could get herself off just on the memories of it.

She’d occasionally press her tongue against your clit, hearing the way your whines would slowly die down a bit as she waited. Eventually, you assumed you were ready.

“Ellie, I’m—“ she didn’t even let you finish your sentence. She just dived in, licking up your cunt like it was the most delicious ice cream she’d ever had. As if she was trying to devour you whole, make sure the only wetness left on your pussy was her saliva. The saliva that dripped off her tongue as she messily ate you out, as she cleaned you up and left a mess at the same time.

As if you were trading fluids. For your slick, she gave you that saliva.

The saliva you were familiar with. The saliva you could feel when your tongues would swirl around each other when you made out, the saliva she left on your neck, thighs, nipples, pussy—all of it.

Ellie licked up your cunt repeatedly, each swipe was slow but purposeful. Purposeful in the way that made sure her tongue was flat enough to please all the nerves in your clit. The nerves that would make you cum again and just allow her to clean you up again.

She pulled away for a moment, simply staring at your pussy and groaning. Her grip on your thighs adjusted, it was firmer and she even pried them open a bit wider. With ease she pulled you closer to the edge of the bed, giving you some slack so you could wrap your thighs around her head. She loved that warm feeling more than anything.

“Oh, look at that. You taste so good baby, I could stay between your thighs forever.” she said, kissing your clit softly and relishing the way your thighs would squeeze around her head desperately. “Heaven, absolute heaven.”

You still had your fingers tangled in her hair, weakly trying to push her head closer so she would start to please you again. She didn’t fight it, she licked your pussy once more and hummed against it. The vibrations made you weak.

“Fuck, Ellie. You’re so good, so good to me.” you breathed out, gasping at the feeling of her tongue splitting your labia apart, as if she was cracking open a sunflower seed and desperately trying to lap what was inside.

And oh, did she search inside.

Ellie’s tongue pressed at your opening, it was angled downwards as she teased those nerves with the tip of her tongue. Hearing the way you moaned made her continue, though. She pushed her tongue inside, the feeling was just as heavenly as always.

She started to thrust her tongue in and out of your cunt, occasionally pulling out just to suck on your clit. Even though her nose would bump against it, she just liked the way you squealed when she sucked it like a piece of candy.

You were on another fucking planet, after finishing so many times, it was like there were sparks in your body being set off with every flick of her tongue. You thought you couldn’t handle it, but it was too good to refuse. “J-just like that, please, please!”

Your moans egged her on like always, she thrusted and flicked her tongue faster, sloppily eating you out like she was starved. As if she was trying to soak up all the sweetness and juice from you that wouldn’t even satisfy her hunger.

But it satisfied a deeper kind of hunger, a hunger that only you could really satisfy. Maybe she could gaslight herself into thinking your wetness could quench her thirst!

But Ellie’s movements were still relentless, you always wondered how this girl did it. She ate pussy like nobody else could, it was the type of talent that was torture and a blessing for you all at once. You just tugged at her hair softly, thighs squeezing her head as you rocked gently against her face.

She pulled away and laughed for a moment, her chin and nose getting all soaked from your combined movements. “That’s it, sweetheart. Use my face, fucking drench it.” she coaxed, moaning and getting back to work. She found it so cute how you acted when she did this.

Ellie could feel the way your thighs trembled, the way your moans and ruts against your face just got more frantic. You were close, she knew that. She didn’t change her pace or rhythm at all, she didn’t want to ruin your orgasm or bring it on too quickly.

She had already ruined too many orgasms that night. She was almost done paying you back.

With one final thrust of her tongue, you were gone for. You desperately gripped onto her short, auburn hair—trying not to dig your nails into her scalp but failing. “Ellie, Ellie!” you chanted weakly, a sharp cry falling from your lips as you came again.

Your back arched off the bed and your head was glued to the mattress again. Your eyes rolled back dangerously far, your eyes mapping out something in the back of your head you didn’t know was there.

Ellie groaned against your cunt, helping you ride it out. She desperately lapped her tongue against your clenching hole, licking up everything she could. You were panting and twitching, squirming as she kept going. She was making sure she cleaned you up all nice and pleasantly.

You whined and squirmed further, but before you could plead she finally pulled away. She shifted, getting up so she could hover over you and look at your fucked out expression. You just stared at her, the both of you panting.

Ellie moved a strand of hair out of your face, and placed a kiss on your forehead—even though it was sweaty. “You’re so perfect, do you forgive me?” she asked, her juniper eyes falling on yours. “Do you want another one?”

You laughed softly, still trying to pull yourself together after all of that. “I forgave you after the first orgasm you gave me, Ellie. I guess I just have to adore you more.”

Ellie smiled at this like a dork, she loved sweet moments like that afterwards. As if she didn’t just make you scream her name and forget your own—it came off your tongue much softer now.

“How about we actually clean up. You know, in the shower.” she suggested, trying to find your hand so she could hold it.

“Did you not clean me up? Liar.”

Ellie laughed, “Of course I did, baby. But you’re sweaty. Plus I’m not sure you want to just leave my saliva there.”

“Says who?”

“Says me, I’ll help you up, sweetheart.”

tags!! <333 @valeisaslut @eriiwaiii2 @hyperbabes @usuck @haithone @yunaversalluv

A/N i feel as though this is too much LMAO. let me know! enjoy!

[astrologydray]

how each Moon sign really acts when they catch feelings

🔥 Fire Moons (Aries, Leo, Sagittarius) – “Too Hot to Handle”

🔥 Aries Moon – Catches feelings like they’re catching a flight—immediate and full speed ahead. Will text first, show off, and initiate plans within five minutes of realizing they like you. If you play hard to get, they’ll get frustrated but secretly love the chase. Might accidentally scare you off by saying “I like you” too soon, then ghosting to regain their power.

🔥 Leo Moon – Starts acting like the main character whenever their crush is around. Will lowkey flex their achievements, dress their best, and drop hints about how many people want them (but they only have eyes for you). If you don’t gas them up, they’ll act so unbothered but will die inside waiting for your attention.

🔥 Sagittarius Moon – Pretends they don’t care, but you’ll catch them talking about you nonstop. Will flirt shamelessly, send unhinged memes, and suggest spontaneous trips or adventures (”We should totally get lost in another city together”). If they start overthinking or acting nervous, just know they’re down bad.

🌍 Earth Moons (Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn) – “Slow Burn or Nothing”

🌍 Taurus Moon – Acts normal on the outside but is already imagining cuddling with you in a cabin with scented candles and matching pajamas. Will observe you for weeks before making a move. Once they start cooking for you or sending “Did you eat?” texts, it’s over—you’re theirs.

🌍 Virgo Moon – Analyzes the hell out of their feelings and yours. Reads into every text like it’s a conspiracy theory. Will start fixing your life as an excuse to be around—helping you organize, sending you self-improvement tips, or reminding you to stay hydrated. If they start playfully judging your bad habits, just know they’re in love.

🌍 Capricorn Moon – Keeps their feelings under lock and key but will start showing up for you in practical ways. Will make sure you’re safe, send you career advice, and randomly buy you things you mentioned once (“I noticed you like this brand, so I got it for you”). If they let their guard down emotionally, you’ve unlocked a rare achievement.

💨 Air Moons (Gemini, Libra, Aquarius) – “Flirting or Just Existing?”

💨 Gemini Moon – Spams your notifications with memes, random facts, and ”haha this reminded me of you” texts. Will find excuses to talk to you ALL DAY. If they suddenly go silent or act distant, they either like you a little too much and are freaking out or got distracted by another crush for five seconds.

💨 Libra Moon – Starts romanticizing your whole existence and lowkey stalking your socials to figure out your aesthetic. Will flirt with you subtly and test your interest before making a move. If you’re too slow, they’ll start acting uninterested just to regain the upper hand—but if you flirt back, they’ll MELT.

💨 Aquarius Moon – Gets weirder around you. If they start sending you deep philosophical thoughts at 2 AM or randomly trauma-dumping in a way that makes no sense—congrats, they like you. Will act detached, but inside they’re spiraling, wondering if you’re “The One.” If they start saying “You’re not like other people”, RUN—they’re already planning your future together.

🌊 Water Moons (Cancer, Scorpio, Pisces) – “Emotionally Unstable (In a Cute Way)”

🌊 Cancer Moon – Catches feelings like a 2000s rom-com protagonist—deeply, dramatically, and with a hint of delusion. Will make playlists about you, stare at your texts like they hold the secrets of the universe, and secretly get upset if you take too long to reply. If they start randomly bringing up childhood stories, they’re trying to bond with you for life.

🌊 Scorpio Moon – Acts completely normal on the surface but is secretly OBSESSED. Will watch you like a detective gathering evidence. Will test you by pulling back to see if you chase them (if you do, they’ll fall even harder). Once they’re in, they’re ALL in—ride or die, no in-between.

🌊 Pisces Moon – Catches feelings before anything even happens. Already daydreaming about holding hands in the rain before you’ve even had a real conversation. Will drop hints through music, poetry, or vague Instagram stories and hope you just know. If they start being extra shy or spacing out around you, they’re picturing your wedding.

[jenoslutie]

that's that me, espresso l y.jh

❥ Synopsis: Jeonghan fucks you hard, Jeonghan fucks you good. You both know that much, so why do you refuse to give him the time of day outside of bed?

❥ Genre: Smut, Desperate Jeonghan, Reader is closed off, one sided pining (until it's mutual), Fuckgirl!reader, Formula One drivers!Seventeen, Reader is a life guard (so is Joshua!) theres also like angst if u really squint.

❥ Warnings: *takes a deep breath* unprotected sex, degradation, praise, choking, implied face slapping, multiple sex scenes (like 3), creampies (ew i hate that word!!!), exhibitionism, jeonghan is a little mean during sex but its okay, jeonghan fucks her while seungcheol listens in but she does not know, fingering, oral, face fucking, car sex, jeonghan cums in her and makes her keep it inside while they play beach volleyball, reader likes to send videos of her sleeping with other people (cheol and josh) to jeonghan to mess with him. i think thats it.

❥ Word count: 8.6k

a/n: so im finally done this LMAOO. huge. huge. HUGE!!!! thank u to everyone who helped me with this fic @hanniesluvr my lovely aera my fellow jeonghan freak my WIFE!!! for keeping me motivated through this and matching my freak, @haologram for the banner and basically ghost writing this (if u like the whole f1 driver thing, thank alta :D) and @dearlyjun for using her big huge sexy brain and f1 knowledge and helping a girl out ANDD!!!! @jihyokat for beta reading i love u all MWAH <3 ANYWAYS!!! here she is <3 hope u enjoy :D

“You’re already leaving?” Jeonghan called out from behind you, watching as you redressed yourself. Jeonghan knew you never stayed. Well, you never stayed with him at least. 

You let out a laugh, ”You know I'm not staying” Jeonghan let out a groan at that, annoyed that he’s seen you stay the night with other hookups but not him. Why not Jeonghan? He was hot, he fucked good, he fucked hard (the way you like it), he fit all of the requirements that made him a good fuck buddy. So why did you refuse to spend the night with him every time you hooked up?

The answer was simple, you didn’t want to stick around when you know they’re gonna catch feelings. You know Jeonghan is going to get attached too easily if you keep staying. But there’s something about him that’s just too good to let go.

The first time you and Jeonghan had sex, it wasn’t like anything you’ve ever experienced before. Jeonghan was different. He single-handedly fulfilled all of your depraved fantasies on your first night together. You never thought that someone like Jeonghan would be so…nasty in bed but the second you followed him back to his car you were in for a surprise to say the least. 

For someone who looked like an angel, he sure didn’t act like one in bed. 

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You were invited to the party Jeonghan threw to celebrate his win in Las Vegas. Your best friend and second place winner tonight, Mingyu, drove you to the venue with him. You could hear the music booming before you even got to the entrance of the nightclub. It was huge and the only other person you knew at this party was Seungkwan, Mingyu’s teammate. 

The moment you were let into the club your eyes landed on Boo Seungkwan, the other man you were expecting to see tonight. His eyes locked with yours and immediately they lit up. He was conversing with Yoon Jeonghan, the man of the night and no matter how many times you’ve seen the man on TV, it’s nothing compared to the real deal. Jeonghan was nothing short of ethereal. If you didn’t know any better you’d think he was an angel on earth, not one of the top racers on the whole grid. 

“Y/n!” Seungkwan shouted over the crowd, your smiles mirroring each other as Mingyu led you through the ocean of bodies. “You look fucking stunning tonight dude” He left the group he was talking with to pull you away from Mingyu. You were aware of how good you looked tonight. You chose not to drive to the party tonight in plans of going home with someone at the party and you knew that you had to dress to impress. With your little black dress and matching stiletto pumps, you were sure you’d get someone to either A) buy you a drink or B) take you back to theirs. 

…Hopefully both? 

“Thanks Kwannie! I thought maybe I’d dress to impress tonight” Seungkwan snickered at that, “Why? got any plans tonight?” He wiggled his eyebrows, looking over your shoulder at Mingyu, implying you’d be going back to his place after this. Typical Seungkwan, he was always so determined to someday expose that you and Mingyu were secretly hooking up on the down low but that day won’t be soon. 

“Fuck no! You know damn well i would never fuck Mingyu of all people” Lies. You and Mingyu did hook up once and never again. Not that it was bad but because on your way out that day you met the one and only Choi Seungcheol, Yoon Jeonghan’s teammate at Ferrari. You and Seungcheol have been hooking up on the down low since. You wrapped up the conversation with Seungkwan and made your way around the club, searching for Mingyu. 

“Hey!” A tap on your shoulder caught your attention, You turned around and there was the man of the night, Yoon Jeonghan, you watched him give you a once over before meeting your eyes. “Hi! Jeonghan, right?” You were quick to introduce yourself, maintaining eye contact as best as you could. It wasn’t easy when his big brown eyes were looking deep into your own and to make it worse, his pretty face was glowing, the aftermath of a huge victory on the track today. 

“Are you looking for your boyfriend?” Jeonghan frowned, eyes searching around looking for whoever he supposed was your boyfriend. 

“Boyfriend?” You snickered, “Who’s my boyfriend dare I ask” 

“Mingyu, no?” 

You burst into laughter, hand resting on his shoulder for reassurance. “Mingyu is not my boyfriend, we’re just friends. And yes, I was looking for him” 

Jeonghan sighed in relief. “Thank God, Mind if I buy you a drink?” 

BINGO! 

Jeonghan led the way to the bar where he bought you your drink of choice, a Vodka Tonic. You were sitting on a bar stool with your back to the bar while Jeonghan stood in front of you, looking down at you and taking in your figure.  “You look amazing tonight by the way” He smiled at you as he watched you take a sip of your drink, smiling creeping onto your face at both the taste of your drink and the compliment. 

“Thank you, I put it on in hopes to go home with someone tonight” You gazed up at him expectantly.  

“Oh? Is that so?” Jeonghan smirked, stepping forward to situate himself between your legs, leaning his head down enough to where his lips were hovering over yours. 

“Wanna take me home?” You smiled with faux innocence, downing your drink before Jeonghan pulled you up and off your seat and out of the club. 

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The drive back to his hotel was exhilarating, Jeonghan feeling up your bare thighs while he drove while you leaned over the center console and pressed kisses all over his neck earning you halfhearted warnings. He knows you shouldn't be distracting him like that but he also knows he does not want you to stop, your lips on his neck almost making him lose focus of the road. 

Before you knew it, the two of you were back at his hotel room with his lips against yours in a desperate kiss while you were pressed up against the wall. Jeonghan’s hands wandered all over your body, feeling up every inch of your body that he could get his hands on. 

“Get me naked Jeonghan,” You let out a sound that was something even more desperate than a whine, but Jeonghan ignored your plea, continuing to attack your lips with his own, enjoying your pretty sounds as you got even more desperate for him to do something. 

“On your knees” Jeonghan ordered. A sudden shift in the atmosphere made you freeze. Jeonghan’s voice dropped an octave as he looked at you with lust filled eyes. “I’m not going to repeat myself” You instantly dropped to your knees and looked up at him, locking eyes with his own. 

“I’m going to use your throat like a fucking fleshlight. Okay?” Your body buzzed with excitement as you heard that, sure you’ve sucked cock before but never has anyone ever done anything like that. “Squeeze my thigh if you want me to stop” You only nodded enthusiastically and within an instant, he was ridding himself of his pants along with his boxers before he was pressing his hard cock against your open mouth. You eagerly sucked the tip of Jeonghan’s cock into your mouth, and began to tease the slit on the tip of his cock with your tongue. As you sucked his cock into your mouth, you could feel the wetness seeping out of your pussy. You did your best to ignore the urge to just have his cock in you. 

Jeonghan roughly pushed you all the way down on his cock making you gag immediately but you were quick to remind yourself to breathe through your nose. Jeonghan was pulling you up on his cock and slamming you back down with no relent. True to his word, he began to use you as if you were nothing but a toy, placing his hands on the sides of your face to get a better grip. His noises filled the room, tumbling out of his mouth in a way that only made you leak more on the floor of the hotel room. His one hand maneuvered to your hair, gripping tight as he began fucking into your mouth with even more force. In no time he was cumming down your throat, pushing your head all the way down his cock until his whole cock hit the back of your throat. 

“Get on the bed,” You obliged wordlessly, submitting to Jeonghan and whatever he wants of you. Making yourself comfortable on the bed, you gazed up at Jeonghan, watching as he stared down at you almost as if to mock the way you submit to him so easily. 

“Jeonghan-” Before you could finish Jeonghan delivered a light slap to your face. Muttering a small but stern ‘shut up’ 

"You speak when spoken to," he grits, glaring at you with dark eyes. He presses down on your cheeks, forcing your mouth open, you wince out in pain. “I’m gonna give you your safeword okay?” He didn’t really give you much room to agree before he assigned you a safeword, something easy for both of you to remember. You repeated it back to him to which Jeonghan smiled at your obedience. 

“Use it if you need to, okay? I won’t be upset if you do” Only after you nodded in understanding did Jeonghan inch closer to you to rid you of the rest of your clothes. He grinned when he caught a glimpse of your soaked pussy. “So wet already? Just from me fucking your face?” The question was rhetorical the way Jeonghan dropped to his knees, wasting no more time to dig his face between your legs. Dragging his lips between your slit, sucking your arousal onto his tongue. 

Tugging his shirt off, he fixes himself back between your legs. Letting out groans against your core, prompting you to moan out yourself. He presses a last kiss to your clit before pulling away.  He sits on the edge of your bed. “Sit that pretty pussy on my cock, slut.”  And again, you had no will in you to deny anything the man asks of you. Immediately making your way over and straddling his thighs. You take a deep breath before reaching down to guide him in. Feeling your stomach twist as the stretch slowly splits you open. Your eyes shut as you cry out at his thick cock stretching you open. “Why the fuck are you so tight. Holy shit” Jeonghan winces, his own eyes slamming shut at the feeling of your warm walls enveloping him in. 

“You’re too big—“ you whine, your head falling down to rest on his shoulder as you slowly begin to move up and down on his cock. But it didn’t go far before Jeonghan was wrapping his hands around your hips and taking over your movements with faster and harder ones of his own. 

You let out a string of moans at his intense pace making him chuckle. “Fucking slut. you like that dont you?” he gave a hard thrust, bottoming out inside your cunt. “Like getting fucked like this by a guy you just met, hmm?” You moaned out choruses of ‘yes’ as Jeonghan began rutting up into you. Moving a hand down to rub at your clit, your body jerked as you felt your high incoming. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum Jeonghan” Your voice came out in a high pitched whine as you rubbed your clit harder, body shaking as Jeonghan fucked you harder to help guide you to the edge. Your eyes roll back as your high hits you and Jeonghan helps you ride it out, not forgetting to kiss you through it too. The two of you with no care in the world for who can hear you. As the high of your orgasm dissipates, he flips you onto your back. He’s close too, you can tell by the way his cock is throbbing inside you and his thrusts turn erratic. 

“Cum inside Jeonghan.” You all but begged, Jeonghan moaning out before he also toppled over the edge. Cock throbbing erratically inside you as he emptied ropes of cum inside you. The two of you took a minute to calm your racing hearts before Jeonghan pulled out and flopped down on the bed next to you. 

“Holy shit” He huffed, looking over at your smiling face. “Please tell me you’ll give me your number” He was still out of breath and it only made you chuckle, rolling off the bed to pick up your purse from where he he face fucked you moments ago. Fishing out your phone, you unlocked it before handing it to Jeonghan who was nearly knocked out on the bed for him to put his number in and text himself. 

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Since the day you two hooked up at Jeonghan’s party, you’d started seeing each other more often. It’s not like you only seeked Jeonghan for your dick appointments. In reality Jeonghan was the one constantly calling and texting for when he can see you again. You won’t say that you minded it though. Sex with Jeonghan is an out of the world experience. Him making you feel highs you have never felt before with any other partner or yourself. 

As for Jeonghan? Jeonghan felt nothing short of smitten. Getting into his bed with anyone other than you made the most uncomfortable feeling arise within him and it had been practically days since he last saw you so he had to hit you up. 

jeonghan: i miss youuuuuuu  jeonghan: hi  jeonghan: cmon respondddddddd jeonghan: alright.. what position he got you in???  

you: [attachment: 1 video] 

You knew Jeonghan didn't expect you to actually send him a video of what position your last hookup had you in, you watched the video back and you couldn't help but get a little ego boost while watching yourself getting fucked by one of your coworkers, Joshua. He had you on all fours, hand gripping onto your waist as he fucked you.

Another thing you couldnt help is noticing how Joshua was not fucking you half as good as Jeonghan does. There's no bruises on your hips, there's no hair pulling, and the worst of all, there's no degradation. One thing about Jeonghan, for someone with such an angelic face, he has the nastiest mouth. It’s not something you're complaining about though, you would never complain about the way Jeonghan treats you in bed.

It wasn’t like Jeonghan was the only guy you could pull, never that. Jeonghan just happened to be one of the best guys you’ve ever slept with. Which might even be the only reason you keep going back to him. Something about the way he treats you just has you always craving more of him- not that you’d ever admit that to him but it was true. Jeonghan might call you all sorts of names in bed, treat you like some common whore, but right after he’ll always clean you up, attempt to hold you close, give you all the reassurance you need for you to know he doesn’t actually think you’re a common whore (not that it matters). 

jeonghan: what the fuck man… jeonghan: i’m about to have the saddest wank of my life  jeonghan: ^^^woah idk who said that jeonghan: might be the demons idk

you: have fun jeonghan <3

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you: hey, you wanna come play beach volleyball tmrw @3? 

seungcheol: hmm seungcheol: i dont think i can make it, seokmin wants to hang. 

you: boo you whore. 

[seungcheol disliked “boo you whore.”] 

If there's one thing you hate, it would be your job. Sitting in the sun for hours on end and staring at people who were obviously having a lot more fun than you were. You thought you could invite Seungcheol so you could play beach volleyball but apparently the universe didn’t want you to enjoy your shift. But that’s when it hit you, you could just invite Jeonghan. Surely he wouldn’t let you down. 

you: hey r u free tmrw? 

His reply was almost instant. 

jeonghan: yea, why?

you: wanna play beach volleyball at the beach i work at? 

you: i'm thinking around 3pm

jeonghan: i'm down, which beach is it? 

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You saw Jeonghan’s car pull up to the beach almost thirty minutes before your shift was supposed to start, giving you thirty minutes to spare before the rest of your coworkers piled in to start their shifts. 

“Hey, Beautiful” Jeonghan called out as he got out of his car, leaning back against it as you approached him. “Hi Handsome,” You smiled back as you watched him give you a once over, looking at you in your work uniform, a simple red bikini with the word ‘LIFEGUARD’ printed on it in white. Jeonghan leaned down so that he could whisper in your ear, “Do you think I can make you cum before your shift?” You nodded, not trusting your voice to do the talking, knowing you’d accidentally moan or whimper out loud. 

“Get in the car then” 

You didn't need to be told twice, immediately you hopped in the backseat of Jeonghan’s car and he followed suit. There wasn't much time for foreplay so he leans in, connecting your lips eagerly. As if he’s been craving this for years and is finally being satiated. The limited space doesn’t offer much room to maneuver but Jeonghan shifts in between your legs enough to grind his clothed cock against your barely clothed core. The whole situation arousing you beyond belief, about to fuck Jeonghan in the back of his car, parked someplace where anyone could see what was happening inside. You could feel your arousal seeping out of your pussy and staining the seat of your bikini. Moaning out into the kiss you pushed your hips into his own, urging him to do something. 

“Jeonghan do something” You urge him in a hushed whisper, barely able to get the words out with the way Jeonghan was grinding into you so deliciously. Jeonghan merely hummed in response, halting his movements to slide down his swim shorts and free his aching cock. 

“You realize how much of a slut you are for this hm? Letting me have you like this where anyone can see you, hear you, find out how much of a slut you are for me.” Jeonghan’s gaze was dark, almost mocking you. You let out some sort of groan at his words. A chill running down your spine at the thought of what Jeonghan is gonna do to you. Flashbacks of the first night you spent with him running through your head. Jeonghan was so rough in a way that no one else had ever been with you and you couldn't help but admit that you loved every second of it. Being too absorbed in your thoughts, you couldn’t respond back to jeonghan which earned you a slap across your face. Your cheek stinging at the contact but nonetheless making you clench around nothing. The feeling of your damp swimsuit sticking to your core making you wiggle your hips in discomfort. 

“Pay attention to me slut” Jeonghan seethed, wrapping a hand around your throat and putting just enough pressure to have your eyes fluttering shut. “Beg for it if you want it” Another slap to your face, this time it was harder than before. Your eyes tearing up a little before you squeaked out a little ‘please’  Another slap. 

“You can do better” 

“Please fuck me Jeonghan” You pleaded, a tear running down your cheek at the hit. 

“Try again” His voice was softer this time, rubbing his free hand over the spot he just slapped. 

“Jeonghan please” you whined. “ Want everyone to hear how good you fuck me please” You begged harder this time, hoping this would be enough for Jeonghan and boy were you right. He pushes the seat of your bikini to the side before repositioning himself and pushing his length into you, moaning in delight as your walls stretch to accommodate his size. You cry out in pleasure, the feeling of finally having Jeonghan in you making more tears roll down your cheeks. He doesn’t take it easy though, keeping a steady, rough rhythm from the start. Pounding you into his backseat while watching you lose yourself in the feeling of him ramming into you. “You love it huh? Tell me how much you love it” You didn’t have it in you to deny it, fully aware of the way you literally begged him for it moments ago. 

“I fucking love it Jeonghan”  You gasp, his hand reaching down to rub at your clit in harsh circles. 

“Does anyone fuck you like i do?” He grunts, rocking his hips into yours harder, as if it was even possible with the way he was fucking you so hard you were positive anyone passing by could see the car visibly shaking. 

You shook your head immediately, “No one fucks me like you do” You confirm. Jeonghan hummed, your answer satisfying him enough that he tightened his hand around your neck once again and rubbing your clit with the other hand. The head of his cock fucks into your most sensitive spot and you feel all the thoughts in your head slowly disintegrate. Head full of only Jeonghan. You urgently reached out to grab onto something to steady something, quickly opting for his hand that was wrapped around your neck. You gripped his forearm with both hands, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your vision goes unfocused as your orgasm hits, letting out weak moans and gasps as the feeling consumes you entirely. Feeling it course through your whole body all the way down to your toes. Your walls constrict around Jeonghan the whole time, urging his own orgasm to hit him fast. 

“Gonna cum” Jeonghan warns. His thrusts turn erratic as he lets out a string of guttural groans. 

“Inside” You plead, “Need you to fill me up again please Jeonghan” Jeonghan moans loudly at that, your begging pushing him all the way over the edge. His eyes shut tightly and he groans out loudly. His body tensing up as he fills you up entirely. 

“Gonna be a good girl and keep that inside you yeah? All your little friends oblivious of the way you just begged me to slut you out” Heat rushed to your cheeks at the way Jeonghan was humiliating you but you agreed either way. Jeonghan’s eyes lit up when you nodded your head with a small smile. He took time to calm down before he slipped out of you wordlessly, ignoring the way you whine at the feeling of emptiness and fixing your bikini bottoms to cover you up again. 

After fixing himself up he spoke up again, “Can I kiss you?” Jeonghan asked, rather shyly, his demeanor a stark contrast to the Jeonghan that was pouding you into his backseat moments ago. You chuckled at his sheepishness. “Yes Jeonghan you can kiss me” Your voice was small but he didn’t hesitate to press his lips onto yours once again, this time the kiss was much softer than before. His hands cupping your cheeks as he used his thumbs to wipe your tears. 

You pulled away first. “Let’s get going? I think I’m already late” 

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“Why the fuck is he here?” Jeonghan muttered from beside you, watching as his teammate, Seungcheol approached your group. Ever the show off, Seungcheol was wearing only a pair of black swim shorts, showing off his toned body for everyone at the beach to see. 

You turned to where Jeonghan was looking and lo and behold, there was Choi Seungcheol. You and Seungcheol had….history. Well, not really history but you two have been fucking for a couple months and you were fully aware that he is Jeonghan’s teammate and its not like you were picking out the Ferrari drivers in specific to sleep with. The two of them were the ones who came onto you first. 

“Seungcheol?” You gasped, not expecting him to show up after rudely (not really) canceling on you. You felt Jeonghan’s arm tentatively wrap around your waist as Seungcheol approached. 

“Hey baby!” Seungcheol grinned, completely ignoring Jeonghan on your side, with his arm obviously wrapped around your waist. You heard Jeonghan mutter a small ‘baby??’ under his breath while continuing to faux nonchalance. 

“Hi Cheol! I thought you were gonna hang with Seokmin today?” 

“Well, I was, but Seokmin had to meet with Chan today” He shrugged, smiling wider showing off his stunning smile that initially captivated you. 

“Oh! Cheol, this is Jeonghan” You were quick to detangle yourself from Jeonghan’s arms, standing awkwardly in between the two men who were finally forced to make eye contact (thanks to you) 

“This is the new guy you fuck? Really? Had to be my teammate?” Seungcheol scoffed, losing the smile once adorning his face. 

“ Uh yeah, Hannie, this is Seungcheol.” 

“The other guy you fuck.” 

“Well, yes.” 

Jeonghan wasn’t too phased at first, especially considering it was Jeonghan’s cum currently inside you and not Seungcheol’s. Jeonghan sighed before speaking out once again, 

“Okay...let’s play ball?” 

“Let’s play.” And the three of you set out to join the rest of the group where they played volleyball. 

Jeonghan teamed with three of your three coworkers, Soonyoung, Yuta and Xiaojun. While Seungcheol teamed with your other coworkers, Vernon, Jaehyun and Joshua (yes, the same Joshua). You self appointed yourself as the referee for the round because you obviously didn’t want Jeonghan’s cum splattering out of you while you played.

That would not be ideal in front of your coworkers. 

As the round started, you noticed that Seungcheol in particular was putting a little too much effort into this, as if he had something to prove. Which you weren’t wrong, he did. He wanted to prove he was way better than Jeonghan at this (among other things.) but Jeonghan was hitting the ball back with little to no effort. 

You watched, amused as the two men on the court played as if no one else was around, as if it was a battle and they had to get past each other to make it to the final round. You think it might 

You were right, Seungcheol did have something to prove. He wanted to prove that he was the better one out of the two of them, as if it wasn’t Jeonghan’s cum currently in you. 

You were pulled out of your thoughts by a LOUD shriek. Only to see that Xiaojun was on the floor, holding his head in his hands while he cried out pathetically. 

“Xiaojun what happened!?” You ran towards the man on the floor.

“Seungcheol spiked the ball and it hit Xiaojun’s head” Soonyoung explained hurriedly, jumping in to do a poor attempt of CPR on him (though he’s a lifeguard. You’re not too sure how he got hired in the first place). 

“Get off me!” Xiaojun screamed when Soonyoung leaned in to give him mouth-to-mouth. 

“I got hit in the head I don’t need CPR idiot”

You did notice though, Seungcheol and Jeonghan were still playing amongst each other, not a clue in the world that they just took Xiaojun out and everyone was crowding around him. Well not anymore, Xiaojun was up and crowded away with Yuta and Soonyoung. You’d assume he was talking mad shit about the man who hit him in the head and didn’t even care to check on him. 

Typical Xiaojun. 

Also typical Seungcheol. 

As the round progressed, Xiaojun and Soonyoung dipped first, going off to get back to their jobs, then Yuta and Jaehyun also went on to do their own things and take care of their shift duties until finally Joshua and Vernon were about to head out too. 

“Dude, what the hell is their problem?” Joshua murmured, rolling his eyes at the two men still actively playing ball without noticing the absence of the others. 

You shrugged, “They’re both teammates and mad that I’m fucking them both. They both have something to prove to the other” You leaned in closer to whisper to Joshua.

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jeonghan: hi y/n :) you: hi jeonghan :) 

jeonghan: i wanna see you :( 

you: aw really? 

you: my jeonghannie wants to see me o.O

jeonghan: yes :(  jeonghan: please? 

You snickered as you hit send on the video. A video of you while you were on your knees for a man whose face was not in the frame. With your lips wrapped around his cock - though unable to fully wrap around him. While you hollow your cheeks, lowering further down. The man grips your hair, holding your head still as you gag around his cock. 

“You’re such a good girl, taking me like a champ, princess.” He praises you. Hips bucking forward letting out raspy groans. 

That’s when he sees it. 

What was it? It was a silver ring with the word ‘Ferrari’ engraved on it adorning the man’s pinky finger, identical to the one on his own. 

The same ring that only two people would have. Him and his fuckass teammate.  

You fucking sent him a video of you sucking off Seungcheol.  

jeonghan: is that who i fucking think it is?? jeonghan: be so fucking fr. 

jeonghan: i'm coming over. 

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“Please give it to me, fuck, Jeonghan,” you stuttered, breaking away from the kiss to whine against his lips. He spent much too long rubbing his tip along your slit and you could not stand it anymore, you needed him in you immediately. 

 “Why don’t you ask Seungcheol hm? I’m sure he’d give you what you want more than I will”  His tone was taunting, he was obviously still bitter about the stunt you pulled earlier.  Not that it bothered you though, it just made the sex even more exhilarating. To know that Jeonghan is actually bothered by the video made you feel sort of giddy. 

You whined when he sunk barely just the tip inside of you before pulling it out again. Your  grip in his hair tightening as you felt the need to have him buried deep in you grow more and more. “Wanna cum on your cock. I wanna feel it inside me so badly. Please. Please give it to me.” You whined more, hoping Jeonghan would give in and he did, pushing into you ever so slowly but he made up for it by pressing his lips onto yours again. 

“You know I’m not going easy on you tonight, right?” Your lover of the night bottomed out in you, smiling at the way he could see you going dumb on his cock and he hasn't even done anything yet. 

“God, I’d hope not”

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You haven't seen Jeonghan or Seungcheol in two weeks. 

Seungcheol has been AWOL but Jeonghan has been texting you nonstop. It was nothing sexual like the first few times he texted you. It was wholesome? Texts full of Jeonghan checking up on you, asking about you, wondering if you had eaten etc. 

This time however, Jeonghan texted you something different? 

An article. 

F1 - Ferrari sealed 1-2 in Silverstone ahead of Kim Mingyu. 

you: what the fuck is a 1-2 and why did ur team seal it 

jeonghan: i won p1 and seungcheol won p2 jeonghan: party tomorrow  jeonghan: ill end the deets. i better see you there

you: wtf?? thats AMAZING jeonghan congrats <33333  you: yeah, send the details ill be there :)  you: see you tomorrow!

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You weren’t used to seeing Jeonghan and Seungcheol in the same setting, not after that hell of a volleyball game. And apparently you won't see them together this time around either because you’ve been at this party for half an hour and have seen every other driver on the grid except the two men you actually wanted to see.  You decided you’d just sit at the bar and sip on yet another vodka tonic. You watched the rest of the partygoers drink away and dance together while you sat here miserably waiting to find any of your two fuck buddies. 

Until you were pulled from your misery by none other than Seungcheol. 

“And why do you look so miserable?” He asked, taking a seat next to you. Your face lit up at his voice, “Cheol!” You grinned for the first time since you got here. 

“I’ve been by myself all night, Jeonghan invited me but i haven't seen him anywhere” You shrugged. Seungcheol watched as you downed the rest of your drink before he led you away from the main party area, pulling you into a dim corner. 

“You know, I’ve been dreaming about your lips on mine since the last time you came over” Your lips curled into a smirk at that, “Yeah? Are you gonna do anything about it?” 

Oh, he was. 

Seungcheol angles his head to perfectly lower his lips onto yours. Like any kiss with Cheol, it has you dazed and yearning for more, your fingers gripping at his shirt to pull him as close to you as possible.

You both part for air momentarily,looking into eachothers eyes with equally dazed stares. your heart racing from the thrill of making out with him where anyone could catch the two of you, not that you mind, but you’re sure Seungcheol’s career might. Though the thought doesn't last long until Seungcheol searches for your lips again, pressing his mouth hard against yours with not a care in the world as to who may see you. 

Except the only person who saw you was none other than Yoon Jeonghan. 

There was no word to describe how upset Jeonghan felt at that moment. You came to a party he invited you to, celebrating mainly him, where he spent an hour looking for you and youre making out with his fuckass TEAMMATE?

There were only two people that could save Jeonghan now. 

Mingyu and Seungkwan.

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After he had to witness you and his teammate down each other’s throats the other day. Jeonghan is on a mission to win you over. There is no way he’ll let Seungcheol of all people get his girl. 

Seungcheol wasn’t even looking to settle, Jeonghan was.

According to your two closest friends, Mingyu and Seungkwan, there were 3 things that Jeonghan could do that would win you over. Which happened to do with the 3 things you loved the most. 

Music, Food, Sports.  

…Well, that was the only input they gave him. He just had to figure the rest of it out himself. 

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First thing: Music.

That was quite…simple? All he had to do was show you his fire music taste! 

So the next time he picked you up he’d just blast his tunes in the car and that’d be sure to have you swooning. 

Jeonghan rang your doorbell at 7:00pm on the dot. He seemed to have this whole evening planned out and you knew nothing except a text the day before asking if you were free at 7 today and it went on from there. He did specify to dress casual so you wore just a pair of shorts and a black tank top. 

“Hey” You smiled wide, opening the door to see an equally casually dressed Jeonghan. 

“Hey, you look cute.” You grinned at the compliment, gesturing inside for Jeonghan to come in but instead he just shook his head. 

“Let’s go, I’ve got plans for us” 

Jeonghan spent a good ten minutes trying to connect his bluetooth to his car, assuring you that you’d love the songs he’s picked out for tonight only to play the most ratchet music you think you’ve ever heard. 

“What the hell is this Jeonghan?” You grimaced, appalled by his choice of music 

“It’s Mozart!” 

“How the fuck does that make it better?” 

Jeonghan only sighed and handed you his phone with his music app opened. 

“Play whatever you want” 

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Second thing: Food

Jeonghan’s attempt to be…romantic? Was not as successful as you think he’d hoped. His plan was to cook together while sipping wine and have a cute little night. 

Cooking with someone was not something you enjoyed. 

Jeonghan was on vegetable duty while you were on sauce duty. Though time with Jeonghan was enjoyable, what you did not enjoy was him repeatedly coming in your way while you maneuvered around the kitchen. 

“Jeonghan, MOVE” Your frustration reached its max when Jeonghan was hunched over, eyes watery from the onions he was cutting but he was hunched right in the middle of the kitchen, leaving you with no space to pass. 

“I CAN’T SEE” He screeched, finding his way over to the sink in an attempt to rinse out his eye. 

God, he’s such a dork. 

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The last part of Jeonghan’s plan was to woo you with Sports. 

There was no better sport to enjoy with you other than his own! He’ll just invite you to the race this week! 

jeonghan: hey jeonghan: you wanna come to the race this weekend? Its in hungary its gonna run friday-sunday but we arrive on thursday  jeonghan: tix on me :) 

you: wtf?? of COURSE i want to go :O 

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And just like that, you found yourself in a hotel in Hungary on a random Thursday morning. Well, it wasn’t random, you were invited to the Hungarian Grand Prix by none other than Yoon Jeonghan himself. 

Speaking of, Jeonghan had asked if you wanted to go explore the village with him on your off day and who were you to deny an offer like that? So here you were, rushing your makeup at 9 in the morning. Jeonghan was supposed to come to your room at about 9:30 so you have less than thirty minutes to be ready and out the door. 

Jeonghan showed up at your hotel room at 9:30 on the dot, wearing a variant of an outfit youve seen him wear a million times, baggy jeans with an oversized shirt. True Jeonghan fashion you’d say. 

“Good morning beautiful” He greeted, walking into your hotel room and closing the door behind him before backing you up against the wall. 

“Good morning handsome” You can't lie and say you didn't internally cringe at that, no matter how true the words actually were. Jeonghan himself grimaced, his face centimeters away from your own “Never say that again please” 

You rolled your eyes, “God forbid a woman try complimenting a man for once” 

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You and Jeonghan spent all day exploring the city. Going from coffee shop to coffee shop, spending hours walking aimlessly around and even checking out the track. You  enjoyed Jeonghan’s company more than you’d like to admit. Jeonghan was a witty guy. He was funny, hot, really fucking good in bed but most of all he was genuine. That’s one thing you loved about Jeonghan that Seungcheol didn’t have. Where Jeonghan’s intentions with you were clear as day, Seungcheol? You were not too sure what the fuck his intentions were with you. 

You knew you weren’t technically supposed to dig this deep into either of them. After all, they were just your fuckbuddies, people you only saw when you were horny and needed release but you still couldn't help but feel more drawn to Jeonghan than you did Seungcheol. 

Jeonghan was a genuinely good person whose company you actually enjoyed and you knew he did enjoy yours too. Seungcheol however ignored all your texts until he was the one that needed release and you didn’t have a problem with that until now.  Until Jeonghan brought it up. 

“You know, I really like spending time with you. Aside from the sex” It came from out of the blue when the two of you were walking back to your hotel. 

“So the sex just sucks huh?” You looked at him with a mischievous grin 

“You know that’s not what i meant” 

“I know, I really enjoy spending time with you too Jeonghan” He smiled at that, pulling you closer by the hip until you were pressed right by his side. The two of you walked in a comfortable silence until he spoke up again. 

“You know, you should stop seeing Seungcheol” 

You chuckled, this wasn’t the first time Jeonghan has hinted towards how much he doesn’t like you fucking his teammate. 

“Yeah, okay” 

“I'm serious! It might have to do with the fact im like fucking obsessed with you or the fact that I know Seungcheol doesn’t want you like I do but I swear, the way i want you does not compare to the way he wants you” Your eyebrows raised at that, you knew you prefer Jeonghan over Seungcheol but hearing him tell you why you should pick him over Seungcheol is just all the more satisfying. 

“Why do you think so?” 

“Because-!” He groaned, rubbing his face with his hands, not wanting to tell you how much he wants you. How he stays up thinking about how it’d be if you were his. 

“Because I like you beyond the sex, I want a relationship with you. I don’t wanna have to share you with anyone because I’m greedy and I want you for myself. I wanna show you off as mine without anyone else coming in the way. I want you Y/N” 

You stopped in your tracks, prompting him to stop with you as well. “You want to date me?” 

“Really fucking bad. Please let me?” 

“Okay” You nodded, acting nonchalant on the outside when you were actually going fucking insane on the inside. “I’ll be your girlfriend but only if you ask me out properly” Jeonghan all but jumped for joy, screaming a couple choruses of “YES!!” 

“Y/N, light of my life, will you please be my girlfriend?” he playfully rolled his eyes

“I’d love to!” you smiled wide, his own smile mirroring yours before he leaned in to kiss you sweetly, in the middle of a street in Mogyoród. 

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The next morning, Seungcheol was just doing his normal pre race rituals when all of a sudden he heard an awful lot of giggling just outside of his room. 

What the hell could be so funny right before a race? 

He swung his door open only to see Jeonghan sitting on the couch while you sat on his lap, one leg on either side of him while the two of you smooched away like a couple of highschoolers on their first date. 

“I think I can come P1 today! After All, I have my beautiful girlfriend here to cheer me on” Jeonghan teased, cupping your face so he can press yet another kiss to your lips. 

“Yeah? Good luck out there boyfriend. I’ll be cheering for you” 

Girlfriend??? Boyfriend??? Since fucking when? The last time Seungcheol remembers, you were not looking for anything close to even a situationship, let alone a relationship. 

That kinda explains it too, you’d been too busy with your stupid boyfriend to return any of his calls or texts for the past few days too. This is exactly why Seungcheol hated couples. Gross. 

Screw Yoon Jeonghan, he stole his girl in plain sight. 

Well, not really his girl. Realistically Seungcheol was just tryna hit. Much like yourself until you met Yoon fucking Jeonghan. 

Cheol knew he wasn't all that upset about the situation but he had to mess with Jeonghan just for the fun of it and man was he geeked. 

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You couldnt fucking believe what you were seeing. Today was the day of the first two free practices and the only two drivers on the track who were not behaving were none other than your very own. 

Normally, Jeonghan and Seungcheol would stay very…civil during their races but something was off today. Jeonghan was minding his business, leading the race like he usually does until in comes Choi Seungcheol and overtakes him. 

So naturally, Jeonghan starts to speed up and get back in the lead. Which lasts maybe a minute until in comes Choi fucking Seungcheol again and runs him off the track. 

What the hell was Seungcheol’s problem today? 

The race continued to be a mess of Seungcheol messing with Jeonghan, overtaking him then running him off the track and repeating it. You could tell Jeonghan was getting frustrated. Hell, even you were getting frustrated. 

Did Seungcheol find out about you and Jeonghan? 

God, you’d hope this wasn't the result of Seungcheol’s…jealousy? There really wasn't anything to be jealous about on his end but still, if it was, that’s not okay and you were going to speak to him about it. The race went on like that, with Cheol repeatedly provoking Jeonghan and Jeonghan fighting back. You could hear the chattering of the people around you talking about the two of them and how it was ‘so odd that they’re acting this way!’ 

As expected, Jeonghan came P1 and Seungcheol came P3. P2 was none other than your best friend, Boo Seungkwan! The race went surprisingly well after the second to last lap and continued to trail behind Jeonghan who was in P1.

“Jeonghan!” You squealed, embracing him in the tightest hug possible but immediately pulling away when you made contact with his sweaty body. 

“Baby” He whined, pulling you back into his embrace, ignoring your noises of protest. You gave up the fight without much convincing, hugging him back tight and congratulating him over and over. 

“Wait, I’ll be back.” 

You excused yourself from Jeonghan and went on to find the one and only..

“Choi Seungcheol!” You muttered, aggressively making your way over to the ever so sweaty man sipping away at his Hydrorace water bottle. 

“Hey gorgeous” He cheekily smiled at you, pulling the straw away from his lips. You scoffed, annoyed by how calm he seemed after what he pulled out on the track today. 

“Don’t ‘hey gorgeous’ me, what the hell was that on the track today? You know either one of you could have gotten hurt, right?” You were practically fuming. 

“You know I'm smart enough to not let either of us get hurt out there right?” He mimicked your tone. Whatever he said didn’t matter in the moment, you were too heated to even think straight. 

“Talk to me when you’ve calmed down, Y/N.” And with that, he walked away from you. 

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 It was finally time for confrontation. 

You pulled out your phone camera to make sure you look decent enough to confront Seungcheol. Once you made sure you looked okay, you tucked it away in your  back pocket. Taking a deep sigh before knocking on Seungcheol’s hotel room, waiting for him to open the door. “Hey, Cheol…” You greet hesitantly, stepping inside and closing the door behind you, locking it shut just in case.

“Y/n…it’s so nice to see you!” Seungcheol smiled bitterly. “After you practically blew up on me in front of everyone today.” His fake ass smile dropped. 

You grimaced, hiding your face in embarrassment. “Don’t be like that, I just want to apologize.” You offered a small smile. 

“Delta time can be time too late, Y/N.”

If there was an embodiment of a question mark, it would be you right now. “You know I don't understand when you use racing speak, Seungcheol.”

“Delta time…anyway, just, don’t worry about it. I know you made your choice. Especially by the way you just full-named me. ” 

“Cheol-”

“We had a good run, yeah? don’t worry about it.” He smiled, “This doesn’t mean I don’t want to be friends though you know. I just want you to be happy even if it’s not with me and with my…teammate.” You could sense the lack of sincerity at the end. Seungcheol was not happy about this and you knew that. 

“Thank you Cheol” You smiled, opening your arms and offering him a hug which he gladly accepted, engulfing you in the most warm hug you’ve ever received from him. 

It wasn’t easy to let Cheol go but you had to do this for Jeonghan. 

You were the first to pull away from the hug. You gave him a smile before turning on your heels. 

“See you at the race on Sunday?” 

“You know it.” 

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“It’s just me and you baby” Jeonghan breathed against your lips, pinning you up against the wall and relishing in the way you sigh out in relief when he finally presses his lips to yours. “Be as loud as you want love” 

Jeonghan knew damn well it was not just the two of you, somewhere in one of the stalls was Seungcheol. He was about to walk out when he heard you and Jeonghan at the door and ran into a stall to avoid being caught. 

“Please Jeonghan” You whimpered when he pulled away to trail his lips down your neck, “Touch me, please?” 

“I am touching you”  

“Jeonghan” Your voice raises a pitch. Jeonghan can’t stand it, he loves how your squirm and whimper, so desperate to get fucked by him. Something in him loves how pretty you sound when you beg, especially when you scream his name with your eyes rolling back into your head. 

“Please, please fuck me…”

“Shut up.” He groans, proceeding to jackhammer two fingers inside of you. You yelped in surprise, leaning back onto the wall, gripping onto Jeonghan’s arm to hold yourself up. Jeonghan’s other hand trails up and covers your eyes. Hold around your head tight, leaving you more vulnerable to his ministrations. 

“I want your cock Jeonghan, please” He loved that your noises were getting louder but he knew that when you finally got his cock you’d be even louder. Just what he wants for your little audience. Jeonghan halts his fingers in you and smears the wetness all over your aching pussy. 

“Pussy’s so wet for me, know why?” Jeonghan smirks,  “Cause you’re a fucking slut, and all sluts know how to do is take cock.” And without warning, he glides the entirety of his length in at the same time and you were left gasping at the stretch. 

“J-Jeonghan..” you moaned loud, “You’re so fucking big. Oh my fucking God.” Jeonghan chuckled, setting a brutal pace from the start. You could never get tired of fucking Jeonghan, every time with Jeonghan bringing you to a new wave of euphoria even you couldnt fathom. 

“Yeah? Who fucks you this good huh?” Jeonghan wrapped his hand, previously covering your eyes around your throat and applying just enough pressure to make you see stars. “You, Jeonghan! Only you can fuck me this good” His thrusts were sloppy but they were so hard and deep. Tears rolled down your cheeks with every thrust as your body buzzed with pleasure.

“Good fucking girl” He praised, “You’re so good to me aren’t you?” You couldn’t respond. You don’t think you had it in you to say anymore. Just letting moan after moan leave your lips as you writhed under his hold. 

He pressed a soft kiss to your lips, smiling at the way you attempted to kiss him back. 

“My pretty girl, only mine.” 

[lxnarphase]

OKAY…here’s a 2AM thought…….jjk men and you in a sundress 😙👓🤏 oohhhh they’d go absolutely FERAL LUNAR !!! RAAAHHHHHH and if they were chubby reader…oh my god…they’re all PERVS actually . um..special mention: choso, nanami..u cant change my mind. They’d absolutely want to fuck/eat you out in it. The way it stops just a liiiittlleee below your ass..mhm..maybe they wouldn’t want anyone else seeing you in it, I fear. maybe you don’t even reach the door before they stop you..

- 🧸 (hope uve been good ! it’s been a while ^^)

✮₊‧⁺...lunar's note: hi teddy i have missed you oh-so much my beloved !! i wasn't sure if we are talking like actual sundresses or the bodycon 'sundresses' but i worked with it :3cc don't mind me throwing in satoru i couldn't help it

✮₊‧⁺...content: fem!reader, pussy eating, semi-public sex, pervy men, clothed sex, dirty talk, it gets a bit silly during satoru's piece but he's a freak what do you expect

✧ k. choso ↴

choso jumped on you the second you came out of the bathroom in the dress, the thin straps showing your shoulders, and your legs were so pretty and shiny from that sparkly lotion you used; what else was he supposed to do? let you walk outside and have other men and women look at you?! absolutely not! so instead, he had you on your back, his hands holding yours as he desperately fucked into you, doing his best to glare down at you as if this whole situation was your fault. "you...you're too beautiful for y-your own good," he groans, the wet slap of his hips against yours filling the room. "too fucking beautiful, just wanna...wanna fuck you like this every time before we go out, make you all soft and warm inside just for me." his eyes are locked on your face, taking in every part of your expression—the embarrassment on your face, the slight parting of your plush lips, the flutter of your eyelashes. it's almost too much for him. you keen his name when a subtle shift has him pressing deeper inside, unable to keep your hips from rolling with his thrusts. "c-choso, d-don't talk like that, it's embarrassing," you whine as you squeeze his hands when you feel his tip brush against something that makes you melt. choso's eyes get sharper as he hones in on that reaction, doing his best to thrust right against that spot again and again and again. "nononono, please? tell me you like it, t-tell me you love hearing how much you turn me on, how perfect y-your cunt feel wrapped around me. please, baby, for me, need to know so badly," he whines back to you, leaning down to nip, lick, and suck on your bottom lip, desperate to hear you repeat those words back to him. so much for making it to brunch on time.

✧ n. kento ↴

you wouldn't expect kento to get so wound up from such a simple dress. nor did you expect him to tug you away to the bathroom in the middle of the luncheon he brought you to. yet, here you are, one hand over your mouth while the other holds up the soft, flowy fabric of your yellow sundress while kento sloppily kissed, sucked, and slurped on your pussy. it shouldn't be so hot, but when he looks up at you, his brows furrowed as he devours you... "fuck, kento, w-what the hell," you whine, hips grinding into his mouth. "shh, hun, don't get too loud," he hushes as if he's not overwhelmed by the taste of you or by the sounds of your soft muffled noises filling the room. he couldn't help himself from getting hot and bothered, not after seeing his gorgeous girl walking around in this stunning dress. was it the dress? or was the fact it was on you? he can't think straight enough to give himself an answer, his tongue delving deeper as he sucks and kisses your soft folds like a man starved. "you're so pretty," he sighs against you, sounding so in love. nanami's merciless as he works you over with his hot mouth, his tongue delving into your slick folds, circling your clit with precision. your hips buck against his face, mouth opening just as you're about to tell him you're getting close, to give you more, that you wanted to cum...and then someone knocks on the door, making him pause. "yoo-hoo, nanaminnn, where'd you go? we're lookin' for you and your girlfriend, it's dessert time!" gojo. of course. "kento, please let me kill him, i'm begging you." "and let you have all the fun? not a chance."

✧ g. satoru ↴

oh, satoru doesn't even let you get out the door when you try to tell him that thing is a sundress. it was too tight, too short to be a sundress! his head whipped between you and the picture of the pretty, flowy dress on his phone. yeah, no, no one else was going to see you in that dress that was hugging your hips so perfectly, or the way he could see how your tummy pressed against the front... so, it shouldn't be a surprise when he all but bunches it up on your waist and smushes his face into your clothed cunt and sniffs. "satoru, you pervert!" you try to scold him, face on fire as your hands tug at his hair to get him away from being so bold. but he just whines, nipping your inner thighs. "don't push me away, let me kiss her!" just the smell of you had him groaning, cock hard in his sweatpants. and you planned to go outside without him in this tiny thing, leaving him all horny and needy?! no way in hell was he letting that happen. soon, your panties are wet and soaked from his messy mouth pressing against them because the impatient man couldn't be bothered to tug them to the side. the lewd, wet sounds of his mouth working against you fill the room, mixing with your embarrassed sighs and gasps. "s-satoru, just take my panties off, t-this, mmh, is gross," you weakly pout before squealing when he sucked right on your clit. he was such an asshole... "she's so cute, such a cute pussy. you were gonna go out in this tiny thing without lettin' me give both my girls kisses? such a meanie," he whines, swirling his tongue around your clit through the fabric, his hands pulling your hips closer to his face. "what if your dress slipped up and people saw this cunt, hm? 'm never lettin' you go outside again, you can wear all your cute outfits and just sit on my face 'til i die." "y-you're so nasty, satoru..."

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[d3stinyist1red]

out of everyone on yandere town, yan cowboy is definitely my favourite <3

YESSS IKR HES SO CUTESYY

yan cowboy who wants you to ride him badly

yan cowboy who first meets you when you stumble upon his farm, literally the cows were gonna jump ur ass until he popped up

"hey there, sweets! What'cha doin' around here?" He asks, looking at you with a tilted head as he pat the cow's head. "U-uh, sorry i just-" you got interrupted by the cowboy laughing at ya.

"ma, why do you seem so nervous? It's alright!" He said grinning down at you, he wraps an arm around your shoulder and introduces himself.

yan cowboy who is now ur buddy, talking to you every second of his fucking day like damn lil bro chill

yan cowboy who you began seeing everyday, coincidences piling up. No matter where you went, he was there, lingering just at the edge of your vision.

yan cowboy who wants you to ride with him and his horse everyday, holding onto your waist as he leads the horse on where to go, your back to his front, slowly rubbing himself against you.

yan cowboy who is a possessive and jealous freak. Any interaction you have with others, specifically other men, makes his jaw clench and his eyes narrow. He might not say anything at first, but you’ll notice how quiet he has gotten.

yan cowboy who confronts you about the man you were hanging out with earliar

"Hey darlin', what was that man tellin' you? Why were you talkin' to him? Do you think hes better than me? Sweets, im sorry. Darlin' lets talk about this, okay?"

"boy i literally just asked him wheres the nearest wingstop"

"why? are you hungry? Because I have some meat for you could eat-"

yan cowboy who makes you the center of his world, if you dont talk to him hes GONNA AND WILL have a bad day, grumpy and pissed off until you talk to him

yan cowboy who has a garden his mother owns, and always gives you flowers, your favorite ones

yan cowboy who literally every woman wants bc hes fine asf, strong, and BRO HES SWEET TOO LIKE HELLO??? but he only needs you. Whenever hes talking with another woman, he always drifts his eyes away from her to try to find you, not paying attention to whatever the woman was saying

yan cowboy who literallys gets so hard whenever he sees you bend down to get some strawberries you planted, already knowing he was gonna fist himself inside his car

yan cowboy who always gives you handwritten notes

"hello n/n! I might not be able to see you today because of my mother telling me ive been slacking off since ive been leaving early from farming. But darling, you know I can't stay away from you for so long! I need to see you! Anyway baby, I left you some cash, treat yourself, aight babes? - Your lovely cowboy <3"

yan cowboy who sees you growing some plants in the hot sun and immediatly panics, he runs over to you with an umbrella. A UMBRELLA BRO

"darlin'! Its so hot out here for you to be outside! Come inside, love!"

"bro ive only been outside for 3 minutes"

"3 minutes too long! Now cmon and rest! Ill do the work, lovely!"

yan cowboy who helps you when you barely started growing plants and stuff, guiding you with his hands ontop of yours, his chin on your shoulder.

yan cowboy who sees you carrying a heavy bale of hay, and immediately scolds you

You wipe the sweat from your brow as you lift the bale of hay, determined to carry your weight on the farm. Your cowboy always helps you with everything like bro i could be independent too hoe. You’ve seen him do this like a thousand times, and you’re confident you can handle it too bc ur a bad bitch period

But before you can take more than a few steps, a shadow falls over you, and you feel a firm hand on your arm. You glance up, and lowkey you were scared it was gonna be schoolboy69 lowkey but nah their infront of you was your cowboy, eyes narrowed in a mix of worry and frustration. He was practically glaring at you, mad that you picked up something without his help, even if you picked up something as heavy as a bag of cookies he would be mad and see red like alpha dawg sigma 4000

“What do you think you’re doin’, darlin’?” His voice is low, but you still heard the irritation in his voice.

“I’m just helping out,” you say, trying to brush it off as no big deal. “It’s just a bale of hay, I'll can handle it.” You said shrugging, about to walk past him until you felt the heavy hay get off your shoulders in a quick manner.

that lil bitch took the hay and walked away but not before blowing u a kiss and saying "i love u n/n, get ready for tonight bc imma need u to blow my back OUT-"

yan cowboy who always is complimenting you, doesnt even matter if your in ur christmas pjs from 2016 he will say "id lowkey eat you out in that"

yan cowboy who is ur obsessed boy who luvs you more than he should<3

yan cowboy who is ur such cowboy who couldnt be more lucky to have you with him! <333

GUYS IM BACK FROM THE DEAD BITCHESSS

GUYS YALL COULD SEND REQUESTS BUT ITS GONNA TAKE A LITTLE BIT BC IM STILL WORKING ON OTHER DRAFTS LIKE THESE

GUYS WHO HAS YAN WINDERBREAKER MANHWA BOOKS PLS I NEED JAY JO AND OWEN

[madamechrissy]

Took you Like a Shot - part 4 preview!

Pairings- Rich Frat/fuckboi Toru x Preppy Sorority reader

It's here !!

“You’ll let her treat us this way!?” Sukuna pouts, Satoru just shrugs. “Whipped.”

“So whipped.” Suguru agrees, Satoru glares at them as you take the two men by their ears, like an angry little thing dragging huge men out like it’s nothing, it’s probably the funniest thing he’s seen.

“No smoking in the house, we’re having a baby soon. Do it at home.” You finally get the two friends shoved out of Satoru’s penthouse, locking the door as Satoru walks up to you now, one hand over yours against the door, the other wrapping to hold you, pressing your back against him.

“Damn, mommy, look at you beating up men over six foot.” You giggle then, you can’t help it, looking up at him and turning your head, seeing his clear, blue eyes.

“You’re not high?” You ask softly, he shakes his head then, pressing little kisses to your hairline.

“I promised them primo weed to help me with the baby stuff, but they decided to smoke up when I told them to wait. But they really did help set it up…”

“I still don’t feel bad.” He laughs again as you turn, lifting your chin up to look at him while he leans down cupping your face.

“I thought it was hot.”

“Did you now?”

“Mmhmm.” He exhales, kissing you softly, lips pressing against yours hungrily, your arms slip up his chest now, wrapping his neck. “Beat them up all the time.”

“You’re such a freak I swear.” He chuckles again, picking you up for a moment, hugging you as your legs dangle, and it feels far, far too good. “I missed you a bit.”

“It was two days?”

“Shut up.” He sighs, feeling your bump against him, when the baby kicks hard, and you wince. “She’s mad at you.”

“Is she now?” He eases you down, getting on a knee and slipping your top up, pressing a kiss on your belly button, your hand runs through his silky hair as you gulp down far too many emotions.

You’ve fallen so deeply.

You wonder if this has always been there, all these years it’s been lingering in the fucking air - the longing for him, physically of course, sometimes you longed to just beat Satoru at everything. Sometimes you longed to beat him. But you always wanted his presence, annoying or not, and now as he looks up on one knee, smiling at you so sweet, you can hardly speak.

“You okay? They piss you off that much?” He teases softly, holding you by your hips, kissing your tummy lower, you tremble from your emotions, your desire.

“No, it’s… I told you I missed you, okay?” You glare again, he chuckles, continuing his kisses.

“You’re such a tsundere.”

“A what now!?”

“All angry outside but you’re sweet inside.” He puts his hand on your tummy as you lean against the door, the soft lights casting shadows from his long lashes as he feels for her kick once more.

“I’m moody and miserable, I know. But I do feel good today, the nausea seems to have finally gone away.”

“Good, I bought so many hot cheetos.”

“Yay!” He feels it then, the little kick, and he smiles, he looks so fucking adorable then you’re two steps from saying it, heart pounding.

“I love you already.” He whispers to your tummy, as she kicks his hand again, and tears start falling, dripping down onto his head, which make him look up at you, immediately standing, cupping your face. “What’s wrong!? Is she hurting you?”

“No, no not at all I…” You’re a mess, fuck you’re always a mess lately, sniffling as the moment hits you.

“What is it? Hormones?” He’s cupping your face, swiping at your tears. “Does it still smell like weed - I’ll kill them I swear. I got all that pumpkin spice stuff for-”

You cut him off with another kiss, and he tastes the salt of your tears, standing there for a moment in confusion when you pull back, sighing now. “I think I’m in love with you.”

yeppp hehe another part coming very soon (maybe this wknd!)

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[shmeddieshmunson]

Makeout Mix Volume One

Actual mix you can listen to right here!!

Summary: Eddie Munson whisks you away in his thrashed van for yet another evening. It's business as usual for the most part-- but he's made you a mix tape, and you're catching feelings... so the usual smoking, warm beer, and making out gets a little more heated tonight.

Word Count: ~4.8k

Warnings: 18+ MDNI!!! smut & fluff, porn with (some of) a plot, FWB type of vibe (but you've obviously both caught feelings), Eddie x you, gender non specified, no y/n or gendering of reader, AFAB reader, inexperienced kink, detailed smoking, drinking, grinding, making out, unprotected p in v, mentions: scratching, hair pulling, biting, hickies, tiny bit of choking (all Eddie receiving), virgin!Eddie, sub!Eddie, masochist!Eddie

A/N: y'all I'm so fucking proud of this one honestly. I was researching, and I made a period accurate mix tape for your enjoyment so you can really pretend, and I just think this loser virgin is the best thing since sliced bread. Please let me know all your thoughts and feelings, I thrive on feedback! I poured my heart and 11 hours over two days into this?! Hyperfixation is wild...

The van is vibrating with bass as it rattles and squeaks to a stop at the curb outside your house. You wish you could say you had kept busy, but the reality was you had been sitting, giddy and fidgeting, for the past 30 minutes. 

8:30 PM had become the ritualistic time that you and Eddie had set for your evening sessions in the van. Enough time to eat dinner, do any leftover tasks, and sit and wait with a racing heart for the brown-eyed angel to arrive in his chariot. 

You could hear him a block away. By the time he actually comes to a stop, you’re already flipping on the porch light as you practically skip out your front door.

What you and Eddie had was “hard to describe” as you told your friends, but it wasn’t. Not really. You guys smoked weed, drank shitty (potentially stolen) beer sometimes, and made out. You were hooking up with the town freak, while keeping v-cards intact. Something had shifted lately though… Things had gotten a little more Hot ‘N’ Heavy. The making out had come with more poorly hidden whimpers, more needy subtle grinding, more tightness in the front of Eddie’s torn up jeans. And you couldn’t stop spiraling down the rabbit hole of your feelings and desires when you got home late at night reeking of him. You didn’t know how to suddenly shift to telling your friends about where and how and why your hands wandered in the wee hours of the morning because of him.

Eddie barely made it around the front of the van to open your door when you came bounding up. 

“Howdy!” you said excitedly, giving him an obvious once over. His beat up shoes, ratty jeans, wild hair, thinly worn Metallica tee, and unwashed battle jacket made your heart flutter. The glorious mess that he was, glimmering with studs and pins.

“Hi,” he replies with a wicked grin, matching your full body scan like yours gave him the permission he was waiting for. You can’t help but notice how his eyes sparkle and wrinkle at the edges when he grins like that, smile lines echoing across his cheeks, dimpling his chin along the way. You have to bite the insides of your cheeks a little to not let your smile get too much wider. 

You roll your eyes at his chivalry before you heave yourself into the passenger seat, and make a point of slamming the door shut yourself, yanking it out of his hand. He throws his head back and laughs then runs back around the front of the van, popping back into the driver’s seat before pulling his own door shut. He shifts into drive and takes off like a bat out of hell, tires squealing in the quiet street while he careens towards whatever abandoned parking lot is next in your rotation. 

Ronnie James Dio and guitar have been screeching relentlessly into the small space for a handful of minutes, headbanging settling into rhythmic nods.

“Made ya something,” he says, turning the blaring music down. Still keeping it loud enough to buzz the speakers slightly, but you no longer have to yell over it to be heard. He pulls one hand off the wheel, ejecting Dio and reaching into the inside of his jacket. Before you can voice your incredulousness at the idea of him having a gift for you, he pulls out a tape. You barely catch a glimpse of the jagged hearts drawn on the front in black sharpie as he pops it into the cassette deck. The moments of quiet as he switches tapes feels eerie and unfamiliar in the van. 

“A legendary Munson mixtape?!” you gasp, exaggerating excitement and flattery that help mask how much you’re truly excited and flattered. The jokes help with the blushing and butterflies you’re trying to push away, the buzzing you still feel in the absence of bass. He glares at you for a brief moment, but softens when he sees the genuine smile you can’t wipe off your features. His eyes linger a little extra while he admires you in the glow and flashes of the streetlights you’re veering past. 

“Oh, yeah,” he croons, back to playing it cool, “you’re about to learn why they’re legendary.” He reaches down and turns the volume up to max, like it wasn’t just threatening to blow out the speakers a minute earlier. The low, driving beat of Kashmir by Led Zeppelin starts to convulse through your bodies and the van. He drops his right hand to your thigh– you look at it, then up to him, but he’s looking out his own window and then back out the windshield, really putting in the effort of playing it cool. 

This is totally normal, he puts his hand on your thigh like he’s your boyfriend all the time, your heart totally isn’t racing at this new sweet little kind of contact. 

You thought you were giddy before, now you feel like you physically can’t wait until he parks and you get to kiss him. 

He finally pulls into the chosen parking lot of the evening, dusk barely lightening the sky still, while he parks on the side furthest from the single flickering yellow light. Eddie kills the engine and relents the volume a little bit.

“Makeout Mix Volume One,” he declares unprovoked, tapping his fingers on the dash. 

“Volume One? That implies a Volume Two,” you tease him. “Is there a Volume Two?!”

“That really depends on how Volume One goes over…” His eyes flicker with fire, and then you’ve got his denimed ass in your face as he jams himself over the center console and wiggles into the open back of the Metal Mobile. You scoff and laugh, clambering after him and landing next to him with a thud and a huff. The two bottles of Iron City he holds up in an offer clink together, his raised eyebrows asking the question on behalf of his mouth. You take one of the bottles in answer, and take a swig of the mostly room temp carbonated bread soda. Beer is nasty, but beer with Eddie is somehow heavenly. 

He takes a swig too, not taking his eyes off you until his mouth leaves the lip of the bottle. He pulls his metal lunch box of contraband off the floor and onto his lap, popping it open with a jangle and starting the process of rolling. 

He rolls like he’s sculpting the Venus de Milo– every move intentional, every speck of flower accounted for. He loads up the paper, places a prepped filter on one end, and starts rolling back and forth between his fingers to press out the air pockets, zeroing in on the task. He catches one corner under the other side near his thumb, laser beam focus, tongue sticking out a little. You love watching him roll, his focus-face is so cute, and you’d be slow to admit it– but you love that he puts so much care into something that’ll only be shared between the two of you. 

He rolls up the perfect cone shape, leaving just a tiny strip of the edge, and then he leans in, fingers holding the joint in place, and carefully licks the length of the paper. You can’t help the way you stare at his tongue gently caressing up the paper, leaving a shiny wet trail in its wake. He finishes the roll by pressing the wet edge down, and whips his head up at you with a smile. Your eyes drag from his lips up his face to meet his eyes, and you think your mouth might be hanging open as you blink at him and smile a little.

“Do I have something on my face?” his eyebrows furrow a little as he wipes at the corners of his mouth, and you shake your head, chuckling lightly.

“No! Sorry, I…” you trail off, eyes darting away. “You’re good.” you say finally, not giving him more room to question. 

“Alrighty… Good.” It’s clear he’s a little befuddled, but he lets it slide anyways. “You want to, or should I?” he holds up the joint and the lighter, asking who’s gonna light it tonight. 

“Be my guest,” you say sweetly.

“I thought you were my guest?” he hassles you, words slightly contorted as he sticks the joint between his lips. His perfect, soft, pink lips. As you mock him with a snarky fake laugh, he smirks and purses his lips. The lighter flicks to life, dancing orange light and dramatic shadows across his face. His cheeks hollow a little as he sucks in through the joint, pulling the heat of the fire through it until you see the cherry catch. He gives it a few puffs, ensuring an even light, and lets the smoke out through his nose as he passes it to you. 

“Thank ya,” you say, plucking the joint from his fingers. He watches you pull a deep drag and hold it for a moment, the smoke comes out smoothly until you start choking on it and coughing. He cracks a smile, and when you cough more he downright laughs at you. Fighting for air you smack him, eyes watering, handing the joint back while you and your lungs duke it out. 

“Shut the f–” another cough interrupts you. “Shut the fuck up,” you finally croak out quickly before hacking a little bit more and grabbing his arm with an iron grip. 

“Hey, the more you cough, the more you get off,” he winks at you and then takes another hit while you smack his shoulder and shove him some more. Laughing and smoking don’t mix, so now he’s also hacking up a lung and suffocating on smoke. 

“Who’s a bitch now, huh?!” you jab at him, another round of smokey laughing coughs erupting out of him, not enough air to defend himself. 

By the time the joint is burnt to the filter, you two have become a little more tangled. Giggling idiots in a haze of smoke trapped inside the van. Mouths no longer occupied by the act of smoking, you both start to inch your faces closer together, ready to occupy your mouths with another familiar activity. Before you make contact though, he abruptly taps the tip of your nose with his finger and leans forward, much to your confusion. He sits back up with a water bottle in hand. 

“Dry mouth, sorry,” he says sheepishly, smirking. He unscrews the lid and takes a sip, offering it to you next. You roll your eyes and laugh, but take a sip too.

He sets it back on the floor of the van, then re-settles into his spot. His big soft eyes gaze at you for a long moment, then, fucking finally, he closes the small gap between your faces and kisses you. It’s a little wet and sloppy, mashing into you like he might miss the window of opportunity, but you both melt into it. After the first couple messy smooches, your soft lips find their rhythm together. 

Makeout Mix Volume One is melting into the background of the moment, but The Runaways chanting that you’re Eddie’s ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch--cherry bomb isn’t lost on you. 

The kiss between the two of you heats up, following the recent patterns of slow but steady escalation. Smooches start to descend into open-mouth drawn-out making out. You’re sharing breath when his tongue darts out. The feeling of him running it along your lower lip makes you hum a little into his mouth, absentmindedly. You part your lips a little more, giving his tongue a small swipe with yours, inviting him to press forward and explore more. And as oblivious as he can be to some things, he catches his cue perfectly. With only the slightest nervous hesitation, he pushes his tongue into your mouth, chasing after the teasing muscle that has retreated to the other side of your teeth. So he licks your teeth too– the beginning of his tongue’s voyage into the depths of your mouth. 

... my guardian angel’s rung down my telephone… Something about the T. Rex song just pulls you over and up into Eddie’s lap, straddling him. Your hands slide up his chest and into his hair in the process, pulling the two of you closer together as you settle, never breaking the obscene kiss. This does feel like a teenage dream. You grab his face and push your tongue into his open panting mouth, feeling bold with want, rolling your hips forward all in one sweeping motion that crashes over him before he knows what’s happening. Eddie lets his first true moan of the evening out into your mouth while he drowns in your invasion, hands frantic on your sides and back when his hips buck involuntarily. You smile into the kiss, not laughing quite enough to break it, continuing to occupy his mouth. You suck on his tongue and he moans again, a whiny sound that drops into a rumble in his chest. His hands slow down and grab into the meat of your thighs, and he gets his bearings a little bit again– still jolting when your hips roll through the height of your gyration. And still making desperate little sounds for you. 

You pull back from his face, lips pulsing and shining with spit. You take in his flushed cheeks and lips, his even more fluffed curls, and the glaze of his eyes. He looks at you, a twinge of a pout skittering across his face as he tilts his chin up at you a tiny bit, parting his lips ever so slightly more. He wants you to kiss him more, bad, and you lean in like you’re going to, but you kiss just to the side of his mouth instead. He lets out a tiny whimper, but doesn’t protest much more when you start trailing kisses across his jaw. He’s back to squirming his hips around under your slow pressing grinds when you start dragging your teeth over his throat. You just can’t get enough of him, you need to hear him and taste his skin. You kiss and bite and suck on his neck, leaving a map of where your mouth has been in red marks and spit. 

And he is just coming unraveled underneath you. 

His head rolled back, mouth agape, as he moans relentlessly, vocal chords vibrating against your lips. His hips shamelessly buck and grind up into you now, fingers digging into your skin and pressing your hips down into him, like he’s fucking you through both pairs of pants. His neck is very sensitive, you’d figured that out a couple nights ago, and you’re fully taking advantage of it right now. His strangled groans are becoming pathetic, winding all over in pitch and volume, conducted by your actions and reactions. 

“Hold me… Hold me… harder,” he manages to grunt out, not quite even sure how to communicate the desire that’s burning in him, just that he knows he needs whatever it is.

“Hmm, wha Eddie?” you ask against his skin, and he groans again when he hears his name from your lips. 

“Harder,” he whispers desperately, “more,” and he reaches his hand up to lay it over yours, pressing your fingertips into his flesh. 

Still a little unsure what exactly he’s asking for, but humming out a moan at how fucked out he sounds, you drag your finger nails into his skin tentatively and a pornographic moan erupts out of him. He’s mostly incoherent, but you catch a few yeses and swear words at the tail of it. You moan in response and pull your mouth off him at the reaction, devouring him with your stare as you dig your other hand’s nails down the other side of his neck, mirroring the first scratch. He whines and shutters at the pain you’re inflicting on him– panting and moaning more as you taper off the red lines blooming on his skin. Like stems for the bouquet of red and purple hickies you’ve painted on his pale skin. 

“Like that?” you ask breathlessly, your voice low, the realization sinking in that he likes it exactly like that. 

He nods a little desperately. “Yes… p-please like that,” he huffs.

And that stirs something deep in your belly. The plea makes your heart pound in your ears. You let your eyes linger for a moment longer on his neck and then glance up at his face to find his gaze boring into you. Eyes begging and hazy, glimmering dark. When you sear back at him, and your mouth twitches in the corners with a grin, you swear the glassy orbs in his face literally twinkle at you like a goddamn cartoon. 

“Please,” he repeats, “need you more…” 

You burn a little at his choice of words. In this vulnerable state he’s in, brain seemingly clouded with need, he still needs you. It feels fitting that Confessions by the Violent Femmes twangs in the speakers, because this does seem like somewhat of a confession on his end. 

And so you give him more, rewarding his words giving him what he’s groveling for. You grab the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and exposing his tummy before he leans up and lifts his arms for you to pull it completely off of him. You drag your nails down his chest and his hips lull back to life, ready to continue your dry humping. Not that either of your underwear were particularly dry at this point. It might just be categorized as humping. He might have actually come in his pants a little already, but he’s truly in a euphoric blur as you explore the more intense contact together, so it’s tough to know for sure. 

You discover that he lets out those bedraggled pornographic moans from scratches, hair pulling, your hands around his throat, and hard bites on more muscular areas. And his body and breath quiver when you lick and nip at his ears. 

His hips have a mind of their own at this point, blatantly rubbing his hard cock on the heat between your legs; keeping any kind of steady rhythm by grinding out the dark driving beat of the Ministry song that feels like it’s been on forever. He starts moaning in time too, his succession of whimpers getting higher and breathier. You bite into the top of his shoulder where it could technically be deemed the crook of his neck, the vampire spot, Eddie had called it once. And as you sink your teeth into his sweaty tender skin, salty on your tongue, you dig your nails across the skin of his shoulder blades hard enough that little tiny prickles of blood dot parts of the welts left. He gasps– fingers digging into the crease of your hips while he holds you against his throbbing cock as best as he can while his hips thrust needily. 

“Ohfuck ohfuckohfucck–” his moan is this chest rattling guttural sound, and comes out of him in waves as he sucks in jagged breaths and comes in his pants the hardest he’s ever come in his life. The pain and pleasure completely overwhelming his senses. You can feel the wet spot he’s pressing into you through all four layers of fabric between you. You moan happy little approving sounds, cooing at him practically, straightening up so your hips tilt down into his withstanding bulge while you wrap your arms around his head and anchor your hands into his hair, pulling him into your chest. You keep grinding your hips, realizing how easy it would be to chase your own release over the edge with how wound up you are. He’s making all kinds of growls and groans trying to handle how sensitive his dick is, but he keeps pressing into your hips– he just hopes to god you’re as close as you seem, because he isn’t sure how much more he can stand. 

His prayers are answered by the honey of your long and loud moan, and he feels your thighs shaking on either side of him. He tugs his thumbs out of the creases of your hips, and snakes his arms around your back while you come in his lap.

You just sit like that for a minute or two. The aftershocks of your drawn out orgasms being released through your tight embrace. The mixtape ended at some point, so the little whimpers and heavy breaths sporadically coming from the both of you, and the crickets outside the steel walls, were the only things combating silence in the van. The silence felt warm and triumphant though, and there was something a little special about it that you didn’t care to overanalyze right now. 

You both eventually come down from the rush and adrenaline some, pulling apart, but not enough for your arms to untangle from the other. You blink at each other a few times.

“Legendary,” you murmur, nodding in agreement with yourself. And I didnt even catch it all, you tag on internally, unsure if the tape even got flipped or not.

Eddie’s entire face breaks out in a smile. He’s definitely back on Earth, but he feels like he might be dreaming now. And he just beams at you with adoration.

“I’ll make as many volumes as you want,” his voice is still ragged, the words a little thick with effort. “Whatever you want, sweetheart.” The sweet honesty in his voice lingers in the air. 

“I want…” you lilt out, looking at his mouth, and his big doe eyes. He perks up slightly, not actually having expected a request, but eager to please you. Your eyes flicker in mischief, making him wait like a well-trained dog. You try to keep your braves intact, and try to ignore your increasing heart rate at the confession you’re considering. “I… want…” you draw out again, carefully considering your words.

The word anything is written all over his face as he scours your blushing features for any clues, searching your eyes like he might be able to peer into your thoughts. His own heart rate increases slightly, a tingling in his body from the anticipation. 

He sees your smile start to crackle as you lean in, and you brush his ear with your lips, your breath hot as you whisper, “I… want to feel you… without all these layers between us,” your words are crisp and quiet, and the final s hisses a little. His arms tighten slightly around you, a shiver runs down his spine as your words sink in and ghost over the shell of his ear. He didn’t think it would be possible, but his dick convulses and hardens a bit again. When you look at his face you can see the cogs turning in his brain. There’s really only one conclusion that can be drawn. Your words were chosen well. But he’s still not entirely pieced back together, and now the blood is rushing out of his head and back into his pants, so it takes him a few seconds. But he starts to slowly nod, slack jawed and also blushing again. 

“Yeah?” you confirm sweetly, feeling his cock pulse a little more. 

“Yeah… I wanna feel you too,” he’s still nodding as he stares at you, a little frozen for a moment. But he drops his hands and slides them along your waistband until they meet at the button and fly. His hands shake a little, but he pops the button, and starts to fold and push down on the edge. You huff out a nervous little breath, but press forward on your knees so he can pull your pants and underwear over your ass. “Do you wanna…” he awkwardly tries to push them down further but they’re stuck bunched around your thighs.

“Not… really?” you whisper, “kinda want you just like this…” you look down between you, gently rubbing your warm hands over the bruises and scrapes on his chest, and start working on unclasping his pants. The idea of pulling any distance away from him to get more undressed is completely off the table to you.

He goes back to nodding at you with his brown eyes, nearly black in the night, locked on your face. “Yeah… yeah okay,” he remembers to respond. “This is nice.”

You nod and stare back at him, his belt unbuckled in your hands, and the zipper on its way down. “Nice…” you mutter, before he presses up and shimmies his pants down, bouncing you a little in his lap, and you giggle, steadying yourself on him and the wall.

His pants are also down just enough to expose him, and you look down and a moan falls out of your lips, finally seeing his cock erect in the space between your bodies. Your breathing gets heavier, and you look at him, his eyes wild and his throat bobbing as he swallows. 

“... yeah?” you breathe out again, a little speechless.

“Yeah, yes, please,” he says with a little more oomph, running his hands on you but waiting to follow your lead. 

You almost laugh, and then he feels the pressure on his shoulder increase as you raise yourself to hover above the tip of his cock. You brush against it, and you both keen at the initial contact. He reaches under you, and steadies himself with a hand around the base of his shaft. You lower yourself slightly, and you both throb at the feeling of his tip sliding over you, both of you contributing wetness. You can feel that he’s lined up right at your entrance, and so you press down, moaning at the sensation of his head pushing inside of you with a little pop. He chokes on his own moans as you slowly but steadily sit all the way down on his aching cock. He’s still a little sensitive from earlier, and pressing into you for the first time ever is an intensely good feeling. It feels so good it almost hurts, he can’t fucking breathe. You're so tight and hot and wet around his cock, he feels like he’s actually melting. Maybe getting mind flayed. He thinks he’s absolutely about to make a fool of himself, he’s gonna come on stroke three and you’re gonna laugh at him in a not fun way. He’s focusing so hard on trying not to panic or come, that it takes him a moment to notice that you’re trembling in his lap, his cock staying sheathed deep inside you. Your breath is this sharp melody of inhales and exhales, your thighs are clenching and shaking, and all of a sudden you’re even tighter and convulsing around his cock. 

“Eddie!” you scream out his name, moaning from your chest, fists tightening in his hair and yanking with the magnitude of your next orgasm. 

He smacks your thigh rapidly, trying to warn you, “oh fuck I’mgonna come again,” he slurs out, but you lean all of your shakey weight down onto him, grinding on his cock and riding out your orgasm still. “Oh shit oh fuck I’m coming, I’m comingfuck you’re so fucking hot,” his words are desperate and shrill, and you feel his thick cock twitching as warmth oozes into you. You’re both instantly thrown into a vicious cycle of grinding and twitching and moaning, setting each other off, and hurtling into over sensitivity as one tangled mess. 

You manage to pry off of him once you’ve both caught your breath some, still twitching and moaning occasionally. 

He pulls out his lunchbox once more a few minutes later, excited to roll the Post Sex Joint he’s been imagining he’d smoke for years. 

“Oh! Here,” he says nonchalantly, pulling a little rectangle of brown cardstock out of the metal box, not even looking up at you. You take the piece of paper he has extended towards you, and examine it. 

A single block letter is inked by hand in renaissance-like motifs. 

“Is this your fucking v- card?!” you balk. You burst into loud howling laughter and flailing as he giggles, real pleased with himself, and keeps rolling. 

He'd been hopeful when crafting the gag that whoever he “lost it” to would appreciate the silly gesture as much as you are right now. You're both delirious giggles and smiles. 

You lean over the front seats and pull out the tape, examining the handwriting and doodles on the front, smiling to yourself. You realize at some mystical moment lost to lust he had in fact flipped to side B. Wizard, you think. You flip it back over and restart side A. You want to hear every single song. 

Definitely need Volume Two, he notes to himself, watching you, buzzing, picking up his forgotten beer, on the brink of fantasizing about your next session already. 

Taglist? Do I have one of those??? @eddiemunsonsbabygirl @take-everything-you-can lol gotta start somewhere let me know if you wanna be on it next time!

[slut4hee]

Piece Of Cake 𐙚🧸ྀི

{Paring: Hyungline x Fem! Reader 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚

{Genre: pure smut, just hyungline being munches ᡣ𐭩

{Synopsis: In which you asked hyunline to eat your a$$

{Warnings: pussy eating, ass eating, anal play, fingering, unprotected sex, just some freak ass shit okay! Mentions of breeding, mentions of kinks.

୨ৎ’ 𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑺𝑬𝑼𝑵𝑮

You and Heeseung had tried many things in the bedroom together, from bondage and sex toys, to cosplaying as the characters of the PC game you both loved so much. But not once did you guys ever do anything involving your anal, so when you suddenly asked him to eat your ass, he couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t a little caught off guard by your request, but at the same time very intrigued by it.

“Y-you want me to eat your ass?” He said breathless, bringing his head up from being buried between your legs, your arousal dripping down his chin. You instantly got a little shy and embarrassed, already regretting even asking him to do something like that out of nowhere, but you couldn’t help your hidden desire to feel his heavily tongue licking and fucking your tight puckered hole.

“I-It’s just an idea, I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable Hee, I just thought maybe we could tr-“ before you could even finish your sentence, Heeseung quickly manhandled you and flipped you over into all fours. You gasped when you felt him land a harsh smack to your asscheek then spread them both apart. You bit your lip in anticipation, as he let a glob of spit fall from his mouth onto your asshole, as he gently rubs his thumb around your rim.

You whimpered when he sunk his rough thumb inside your rim, slowly inching in & out of your tight little asshole. “Fuck such a tight little greedy hole you have here baby” he groaned as he watched your tight puckered hole struggle to accommodate the size of his thumb fucking you open.

“F-fuck Hee, hurts but feel so good” you screamed in pain and pleasure, not once did you think that it would be this fucking good, I mean you knew anything Heeseung did to you in the bedroom was remarkable, but this was on some next level shit. You gripped the sheets as Heeseung replaced his thumb with his index finger, fingering your tight little hole at a much faster pace, you couldn’t take it anymore you needed to feel his tongue deep inside your ass right now.

“Daddy p-please! Need your tongue in my ass” you begged shamelessly, wanting nothing more but for him to fulfill your long awaited dirty desire. Heeseung could explode in his pants right now, just from your begging and the snug feeling of your hole wrapped around his digit, but he doesn’t want to make his princess wait any longer, always so eager to fulfill your wishes.

“Awee does my naughty little girl want my tongue in her ass, such a nasty little slut begging for me to eat her pretty little ass” he cooed at you, before landing another harsh smack to your asscheek before burying his face into your ass. You moaned out loud, gripping the sheets roughly as Heeseung licked and swirled his tongue around your asshole, eating your booty like it’s a full course meal.

He slid his long wet muscle inside your tight puckered hole, tasting what you have to offer, and tongue fucking your asshole like it was his cock. You let out a string of curses and loud whimpers, as you look back to see Heeseung’s face buried between your asscheeks, and the sight is so sinful yet so fucking hot, it’s everything you imagined it would be.

“𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗧 𝗕𝗔𝗕𝗬,𝗪𝗘 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗’𝗩𝗘 𝗗𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗦𝗢𝗢𝗡𝗘𝗥”

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊

୨ৎ’ 𝑱𝑨𝒀

Everything about you and Jay’s relationship was vanilla, the sex was vanilla, and the way Jay treated you in and outside of bed was just very fucking 𝑽𝑨𝑵𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑨. But don’t get me wrong, you loved how soft and gentle Jay was, in fact Jay was the sweetest and most loving man you ever been with.

But sometimes you craved something more extreme in bed, you craved for him to dominate you, just straight up slut you out. So that’s how you found yourself asking Jay to fulfill one of your dirtiest desires you hid from him for a while, being that Jay has never really been into kinks, in fact Jay was all about slow sensual and passionate love making. You both were currently in your shared bedroom, you on top of Jay as you rode his cock nice and slow just how he liked it.

Jay’s back rested against the Black Velvet headboard, as he held onto your waist, letting out soft and quiet moans as you slowly rocked your hips back and forth. Of course it felt good to ride your man’s cock but sometimes you just wanted to go a little faster and maybe a little harder, but Jay always stopped you and always responded with “just take your time sweetheart, we have all night” so finally you decided enough is enough, and you’re going to get what you want tonight.

“Jay baby, I was wondering if we could maybe try something new in bed tonight?” you halted your movements, nervously sitting up straight, rubbing your hands down his chest softly. Jay also sat up straighter, still holding onto your waist, as he looked at you a little bit taken back by your sudden change of demeanor.

“Is everything alright my love, is it not feeling good?” Jay sounded so concerned, also a little nervous and insecure. You melted at his genuine concern for you and you almost felt bad for asking him something like this out of nowhere, but you couldn’t deny your desires any longer.

“I-it’s just, i think maybe we should take our sex life to the next level, you know try different things and maybe you being a little more rougher with me that’s all darling” you bit your lip nervously, hoping you won’t upset Jay with your sudden need of wanting to boost your bedroom experiences.

“You think our sex life is boring right? You think my way of having sex is lame don’t you?” He gulped, his voice carrying vulnerability and uncertainty. You immediately felt bad and leaned down to hug your boyfriend tightly, you didn’t mean for him to take that way.

“Oh god baby No, I didn’t mean in that way sweetie, of course you make me feel good, but you could make me feel even more better if we introduced a few more things in the bedroom” you reassured him, kissing all over his face. He smiled brightly at you, already feeling better from your sincere and loving words.

“So what did you have in mind baby ?” He asked you, looking at you full of affection and ready to fulfill your wish. You swallowed nervously, of course it would be something so extreme that you are wanting him to do in the beginning. You sat up straight again, as you prepared yourself for the worst.

“Ugh F-fuck Jongseong, just like that shittt” you moaned loudly as Jay had his face buried between your plump asscheeks, eating your ass like a starved caveman. He groaned against your tight puckered hole, the vibration from it, has you clenching your pussy around nothing, feeling so damn good from your boyfriend tongue fucking your gaping hole.

“𝗚𝗼𝗱 𝗗𝗮𝗺𝗻𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁, 𝗜𝗳 𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝘀𝘀 𝘁𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱, 𝗜 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗿”

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊

୨ৎ’ 𝑱𝑨𝑲𝑬

Jake was by far the nastiest, freakiest, and sexiest man you ever been with. You never met someone with such a high sex drive quite like Jake in your life. In fact it was almost abnormal how many rounds he could last in the bedroom, dick staying hard after cumming multiple times already. Also not to mention, this man is the 𝑷𝑼𝑺𝑺𝒀 𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮, the biggest munch of them all so there’s no surprise when Jake reacted the way he did, when you asked him to eat your ass.

“Fuck mama you serious? You want me to eat your sweet little ass?” He smirked in amusement, acting like an excited little puppy who’s getting offered their favorite treat. You hummed in agreement, still feeling weak from the three orgasms he’s pulled outta you.

“Yes Jakey, want to feel your tongue deep inside my ass” you moaned, your pussy clenching around his digits that’s currently scissoring in & out of your fluttering tight walls. Jake growled, as he withdrew his fingers from your pussy and flipped you around like you weighed nothing.

“Come on baby, bring that ass here” he softly patted you on the butt, to get you to move closer to him. You got on all fours, positioning your ass in the air, as you moved back closer to him, your ass now in his face. Jake bit his lip harshly, as he admired how perfect your plump booty was, and your tight little puckered hole winking at him.

“Fuckk, look at you all ready for me to devour, shit you’re so sexy baby” he landed a harsh smack to your left asscheek, before leaning down kiss it. He gently sunk his teeth into your asscheek, taking a little bite at it before burying his face between your asscheeks. He exhaled as he took a good sniff of your aroma and he groaned at the heavenly smell.

“Fucking hell baby, smell so damn good” he smirked against hole before extending his tongue out to lick your tight rim. You screamed out in pleasure, overwhelmed by the feeling of his tongue circling your asshole.

“Oh my god yunie, fuck that feels fantastic” you whimpered, gripping the sheets tightly as Jake ate your booty like it was his last meal on earth. You looked back to see Jake face buried deep into your ass, you bit your lip at the unholy sight, Jake was having the time of his life as he rub his face all between your cheeks, rotating between eating your pussy and tongue fucking your asshole.

“𝗛𝗼𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆, 𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗜 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗹”

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊

୨ৎ’ 𝑺𝑼𝑵𝑮𝑯𝑶𝑶𝑵

You never thought sex could be so damn good until you met Sunghoon. You were a bit inexperienced as well when you two first met, so he introduced you into a lot of different ways you could please him in the bedroom. Sunghoon was a man of kinks, he loved to breed you full, and he loved that he was so much bigger than you, towering over you as he fucked you in missionary.

As time went by, you grew to become just as kinky as he is, trying out new kinks every week in your shared bedroom. You just couldn’t get enough of how good sex was with Sunghoon, always craving his touch and wanting to be under him, just like now you’re currently getting your back blown out, by your very handsome boyfriend.

“Fuck doll, pussy so good” he grunted, as he delivered brutal thrusts to your pussy, completely rearranging your guts. You screamed out in pleasure, at the feeling of his long girthy cock penetrating your gummy walls, you looked back to see Sunghoon fucking you senseless, strands of hair sticking to his sweaty forehead.

“Ohhh yess, hoonie you’re so deep feels so fucking good” you whimpered at the sound of your ass meeting his pelvis, Sunghoon groaned at the sight of it, licking his lips like he’s starving, truly something out of a porno film, as he continued his assault on your wet dripping pussy.

You watched as Sunghoon licked his lips and stuck his tongue out, as he concentrated on making you feel good, but couldn’t help but think about the dirty little fantasy you been fantasizing about for a long time now. Sunghoon noticed you clenching around his dick tighter than usual, he let out a deep groan as he slowed his slowed his movements.

“Fuck baby, what you thinking about, that’s got you clenching around me like crazy” he panted, kneading the fat of your ass, as he continued to fuck you deep and hard” you whined at his deep strokes, drool dripping from your mouth as you struggled to speak.

“H-Hoon, want you to eat my ass” you slurred your words, floating on cloud nine as the tip of his cock hits your g-spot over and over. Sunghoon halted his movements and stared at you with an intense gaze, you immediately snapped out of your lust filled trance, looking at him nervousl feeling like you took it too far but instead, Sunghoon chuckles darkly, as withdraw his cock from your pussy, and got on his knees on the bed.

“Wow darling, that’s one naughty request but what can I say, you learned from the best” and with that he buries his face between your asscheeks, not giving you any time to think before he’s eating your ass like his life’s on the line. You arched your back, as you feel the pleasure of his tongue licking and fucking your ass, and his index finger, plunging inside your pussy.

You were simply obsessed with fucking Sunghoon, and you weren’t ashamed to say it, in fact if he told you to scream it to the world you would in a heartbeat. You never thought a tongue in your asshole would feel this damn good, or maybe it’s because it’s Sunghoon’s tongue in your asshole.

“𝗝𝗲𝘀𝘂𝘀 𝗱𝗼𝗹𝗹, 𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗶𝗺 𝗮𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵”

˙ . ꒷ 🍰 . 𖦹˙—

A/n: I’ve decided to bless you all with one of my works, that’s been just sitting in my drafts😭 teeheee I’m still sick as dog and I miss writing so much but omg yall I’m sorry but i had to i just freaking had to make write Hyungline being munches and eating ass sorry not sorry 😚 this was too hot! Divider creds to @anitalenia

[lovelytsunoda]

sweet sounds of heaven | logan sargeant

summary: for two rival bookstore employees vying for promotion, a freak snowstorm trapping them inside the small bookstore may just show them that instead of screwing each other over, maybe they should just be . . . screwing.

pairing: college!logan sargeant x college!female reader

warnings: 18+ for smut, rivals to lovers, sex in a book store, freak weather event or act of god? im a sucker for stories about adorable nerdy girls getting (lovingly) railed by equally sexy nerdy guys. there may or may not be inappropriate use of a wool scarf (read it and find out!)

the cozy store was calm and empty, snow falling rapidly outside. the radio was humming the old bing crosby version of 'white christmas' and the fire in the reading room was pleasantly roaring. she watched the last few customers leave , closing and locking the front door behind them. after flipping the sign from open to closed, she set off towards the break room, knocking on the locked door.

"logan, you better not be vaping in there! not only is it a fire hazard, it will piss mrs. christodolou off to no end. you should be out here helping me clean up after story time."

inside the break room, logan rolled his eyes, exhaling a cloud of passionfruit vape smoke. "gimme a second, hot stuff. someone left their mug full of caked on hot cocoa in the sink."

he'd gotten the mug clean ten minutes ago, and now it was sitting on the drying rack. truthfully, logan just wanted to watch her squirm.

"fine, sargeant. don't help. see if i care."

the pair had been at each other's throats since they'd started working for helen christodolou. the elderly greek woman ran a thriving independant bookstore, which she had started back in the eighties as a horror bookshop and pulp fiction retailer. over the years, it had morphed and changed, becoming the cosy little discount bookseller that y/n knew and loved.

logan had come later, likely because he knew someone who knew someone and really needed a job. he was a slacker, and spent mroe time vaping in the break room than he did helping. but alas, they were the only two full-time employees, and with a promotion on the horizon in the new year, she felt the need to prove that she was better than some blonde trust fund boy who was probably only employed here to keep him out of trouble.

brenda lee was playing now, and y/n was tempted to shout 'bah humbug' and turn the whole thing off. there was only so much christmas music she could take before she needed to listen to something of substance again.

after gathering the broken, dull and smeared crayola crayons off the small craft table that had been set up for children to decorate ornaments, cards and coloring pages at, she unceremoniously threw them into the clear plastic storage tote they came from, and went behind the desk to the desktop that controlled the music. she signed in to her spotify account, navigating over to her winter playlist rather than the compilation currently playing from youtube.

the calming classic rock took over the speakers, but did little to ease her irritation as she continued to clear up the table. the snow was falling harder outside, and she hoped she'd be able to hit the road and be most of the way home before it got any worse.

she heard the break room door open and close, creaking on it's old hinges as logan exited the room, his appearance announced by the lynx deodorant that seemed to follow him everywhere.

you would think that a boy with as much money as he had would make and effort to smell better.

"of course you show up now, when all the work is mostly done."

logan rolled his eyes, grabbing some forgotten books from the shelving cart and putting himself to work at refiling them. "it's not a big deal, y/n. everybody knows helen is giving you the job. its like i'm not even here."

"maybe if you did something other than suck on your fucking flavoured air all day and contributed to the day to day operations of this place, you'd have a shot at that job as well." she scowled up at him, closing cheap coloring books and stacking them on top of the storage tote.

"hey, i suck other things too! things that would make you feel fucking euphoric, if you catch my drift." logan winked from behind a chest-height bookcase housing sci-fi releases.

"i don't want to hear how good you are at giving head, logan. its been a long fucking day, and i just want to go home. so if you could please help me out here, it would be much appreciated."

all the fight was out of her voice now, and logan felt bad. this was no longer the banter that he looked forward to every morning, and the smile he enjoyed seeing was no longer mapped out on her face. instead she looked weathered and sleepy, like a day of working retail and listening to christmas carols had sucked all of the energy out of her.

logan stayed quiet, but y/n noticed the marked effort he made at helping her get the store in closing order, especially when it came to shutting down the point of sale system (which unfortunately cut out the music right in the middle of an inxs song that logan didn't want to admit he was enjoying).

"i'm sorry for being so hard on you." y/n sighed, pulling on her scarf. her tote bag was half packed, resting on the counter behind her. "i'm always in a sour mood once it starts getting darker earlier. something about the end of the year coming up this quickly is making me rethink every choice i've ever made." she tried to smile at logan, let him know she was fine, but her smile didn't quite meet her eyes.

after all, she would just be going home to an empty apartment, with a small and sad looking christmas tree that she bought at a charity store sitting on her side table.

"don't worry about it. i was being a dick for no reason. you didn't deserve it." logan said gently, patting her on the shoulder. "go home and get some rest, i can lock up here."

"thank you." she fished in her bag for the keys to her kia, excitedly walking towards the door. at this rate, she'd be home with enough time to make a small pot of pasta and watch a few episodes of santa clarita diet before she went to bed and slept through her alarm this morning.

except for the fact that she could hear the wind rattling the windowpanes. she couldn't even see out of the side door to where the employee parking lot was, her kia rio a dark cloud behind the wall of snow. she paused, hand on the doorknob as she looked outside. the wind rustled up a forgotten newspaper on the sidewalk, plastering it against the window in the door.

"i just got a message from kyle," logan shouted from behind her. "they've sent out a weather alert, and people have been advised not to leave their homes. i hate to break it to you, but you're better off staying here with me tonight."

"fuck." she cursed, throwing her tote bag at a display of christmas romance books, each looking like it stepped out of the hallmark studio head offices.

from his place behind the counter, logan winced. "i'm really sorry. but i don't think you should be driving right now."

"no, you're probably right about that." she said it calmly, but the more she sat there, the more she seethed with rage. "you know what, if you had gotten off your ass and actually helped me sooner, i could have been home right now!"

"don't get mad at me, please. i had a fight with my dad this morning and i really don't have the energy to fight with another person i love today."

she paused, some of the tightness leaving her chest. another person logan loved? did he really mean her? "i'm sorry." she said softly. "i didn't know."

"he was mad at me because i took my name out of contention for the promotion." logan announced, coming to sit in the doorway with her. his back was against the wall across from her, their feet almost touching.

"why did you do that?"

"because i don't deserve it." logan shrugged, broad shiulders shifting under his cable knit sweater. "i'm just here to prove to my parents that i'm responsible, and i can't even really do that right. you deserve that promotion more than i do. i talked to helen this morning. its yours as long as you still want it."

she smiled at him, nudging his foot with her own. "so there is a heart under there."

"its always been here, y/n. just for you. but you've ignored it, or you've mistaken it for arrogance." he sighed, messing with his collar. "but i guess i deserved it."

she laughed, head tilted back. logan loved that sound, and he swore that he would do anything to hear that sound again. "yeah, you did. but you're really pretty, and it wasn't bothering me half as much as i let on. a little bit of rivals to lovers never hurt anybody, right?"

"we could have been lovers a lot sooner if i'd been honest with you sooner. i really like you, y/n. i think you're fantastic. i love seeing your face light up when you're running activities with the kids, or watching the cute little faces you make when you're reading on break. and don't get me started on your reading glasses," logan gushed, a blush rising on his neck. "which i have had some very impure thoughts about-"

"logan? stop talking."

she leaned across the tile floor, pressing her lips against his as she basically crawled into logan's lap. he pulled her closer as she deepened the kiss, biting gently on his bottom lip.

"what if i told you i fantasized about this?" logan blushed. "hooking up with a sexy librarian after hours." he bit his lip, tugging it between his teeth before i could blurt out that eventually, that librarian had morphed to have y/n's face.

"and what if i told you that i had a fantasy about being fucked by a sexy, blond, muscular librarian?"

"then i would say that we're at an impasse. we can't both be the sexy librarian."

"you don't even read. it's no contest." she giggled, kissing him again, shifting so that she was straddling his lap instead of sitting side-saddle over his cock. "but i can't do this if i'm not absolutely certain that you can see a future with me. that you're not just trying to get in my pants."

logan's face softened, one of his warm, soft hands coming up to cup her face. she looked scared, and a little vulnerable. he wasn't sure if it was the nightmarish weather outside that was doing it, or if it was the shifting of their professional relationship.

"y/n. i have loved you since the first month we started working here. i was just too chickenshit to tell you. and if you won't listen to me tell you how incredible you are, and how much you make my world go around, then please, i am begging you, let me show you."

she sucked in a deep breath, chest rising and falling underneath her tight knit sweater. logan was looking at her with a tender face, a soft expression.

one that somehow reassured her that he was all in. that he didn't think she was weird, or beneath him like so many jocks tended to think. and maybe he wasn't too far out of her league after all. it still felt almost too good to be true. boys like logan sargeant never looked at girls like her.

but with the way he was looking at her now, she deserved to treat herself. to stop playing it safe for once.

her hands found the lapels of her trench coat, gently sliding it off her shoulders. the silence was deafening as it fell to the floor. she reached for her scarf, but logan's gentle hands over hers put a stop to it. carefully wrapping the ends of the scarf around his large hands, logan used the wool to pull her closer, placing a few kisses on her jaw before moving to her lips, relishing in the way her body responded to him.

he tucked his hands under her stockinged thighs, gently rising to his feet. she buried her head in his neck, gently nipping at the skin on his neck.

"easy does it, pretty girl. we're just getting started." logan breathed with a gentle laugh, voice husky. she was clinging to him like a koala, and he used that opportunity to move one of his hands from her thigh to her ass, giving it a gentle slap. her breath caught, and from where her crotch was pressed against his, logan could feel her getting wet. testing a theory, logan smacked her ass again, grinning as her hips bucked forward and against him.

"someone likes that, huh?" he whispered in her ear, sucking on her earlobe before kissing the skin behind her ear, and placing her down on the wingback chair by the electric fireplace.

he sunk to the floor, his knees against the scratchy rug in the reading corner, tugging his tommy hilfiger shirt over his head. he tugged at her scarf, letting it fall to the floor. hestiantly, she rested her legs on his shoulders, slowly undoing the zipper on her sweater, exposing the seafoam green cups of the lace bra she was wearing.

"i didn't expect to get laid today." she blushed, averting her eyes.

logan reached up to caress her face, using her chin to guide her eyes back to him. "look at me, princess. you're beautiful. just as you are." he pressed closer, lips brushing against her stomach twice before he placed an open-mouthed kiss right above her navel. "the other day, when you were explaining how the micheal connelly literary unvierse is all connected, it turned me on so much, pretty girl. i just wanted to bend you over the checkout desk and show you just how insane you make me."

he continued to kiss up her stomach, loving the way she squirmed and arched into him.

"on a scale of one to ten, how attached are you to these tights?"

"like a four, they've already got a run in the crotch, wh-"

she didn't get a chance to finish her sentence before the sound of tearing nylon made her eyes fly open. she stared down at logan in shock. the blond between her legs looked at her with a sheepish grin as he attempted to pull her torn pantyhose off her legs. "i've always wanted to do that. i'll buy you a nicer pair."

"they'll get stuck on my boots, jackass."

"no they won't." logan insisted, reaching for the zipper on the side of her winter boot, before pulling the whole thing off and dropping it on the floor next to him. "see?" he grinned, kissing her ankle. "not an issue."

the blond kissed up her leg, slowly stripping off what remained of her tights as he went. his lips were warm against her cool flesh, and as his head dipped under her skirt, he could feel the warmth radiating from her warm, hot center.

he gently nuzzled his nose against the wet spot forming on her cotton panties, relishing in the sweet, gentle moan she let out.

"logan." she breathed.

"i know, darlin'. i know."

he slipped one finger under the seat of her panties, pushing them aside before his tongue darted out to get a taste. he audibly groaned as he got that first taste of her slick, cock standing to attention. he dove back in, kitten licking at her slit as he pushed her legs wider.

"oh my god, logan." she whined, hips rutting against his face, coating the bottom half of his features in arousal.

his nose nudged against her clit, sending her nerve endings into overdrive. she writhed against the chair, both hands above her to grip the backrest. logan's tongue darted inside of her opening, and he flicked up and down a few times before quickly withdrawing.

"you taste so fucking good, pretty girl. i could come right here, right now, without even touching myself. just from eating you out."

she looked down at logan, who's eyes were closed in bliss as he continued to grip her thighs, head buried between them. he was so close, yet still felt too far away.

because what was the point of it all if not to find a way to be as close as physically possible to another person?

not really sure what she was thinking, she hooked the middle of her scarf around the back of logan's head, and still gripping either end, she used it to pull his head closer against her sweet pussy, moaning heartily as his tongue dove into her center again.

"jesus christ! yes, right there, yes!" she arched her back off the chair, feeling her hard nipples press against the lace of her bra. sweat was forming on her skin, and her chest was heaving.

"that's it, sweet girl." logan's voice was muffled. "keep making those pretty little noises for me, love."

her knuckles were starting to ache from how tightly she was clutching the scarf, the muscles in her arms sizing from the effort of continuously pulling him closer with the woolen fabric.

he raised his head, meeting her eyes and winking at her before ducking under her plaid skirt again to suck at her puffy clit. he slipped his pointer finger inside her opening, finger-fucking her as he pleasured her bundle of nerves. she was falling apart above him, crying out his name as tears of pleasure pricked the corners of her eyes.

"logan, i think i'm gonna-"

"do it, baby. make a mess for me, love."

she came with a cry, a few stray tears creating a bit of moisture around her eyes, slick spilling out over logan's fingers, hand and wrist. her own hands went slack, the scarf falling out of her grip as she fell back against the chair. she could still feel logan's lips on her, leaving gentle kisses along her thigh, his fingers running up and down her calves to help bring her down to earth.

"logan?" she hummed, looking down at him while she carded her fingers through his silken hair.

"yes, my love?"

"i want you to fuck me now."

logan slowly got to his feet, discarding the scarf and scooping her out of the chair in bridal style. he kissed her again, softer this time, and she could taste herself on his tongue. it was a sweet taste, something that had her moaning so sweetly into her lover's mouth.

he sat her down on the edge of one of the display tables, and she watched as he shoved an entire table's worth of christmas romances to the tiled floor. giggling at logan's enthusiasm, she stripped out of her sweater before reaching for the half-zip on his. getting the hint, logan took of his cable knit, revealing a sculpted chest that was still half hidden behind a white wife-beater tank top that was tucked into his jeans, his cock straining against his crotch.

she pulled him into her arms, hooking her legs and arms around him as he began to softly kiss and nibble at her neck. she hummed in contentment, resting her head against his shoulder. she couldn't deny the throbbing between her legs. she was raring to go again, but wanted to enjoy the quiet intimacy before she allowed him to bend her over the table and make her see stars.

his lips were soft against her skin, his hands large and comforting.

"you ready, baby? we don't have to do more if you don't want to." his voice was gravelly and soft, his breath heavy against the shell of her ear. he pulled back, searching her eyes for any signs of hesitation.

"i'm ready, logan. you don't need to worry about me."

she slipped off the edge of the table, gently turning around. she sighed into logan's arms, his warm hands ghosting over her stomach, his lips along her shoulders.

and then she slowly bent over the table, hoping she appeared seductive as she curved her spine, brushing her clothed core against logan's bulge, her plaid skirt riding up enough that he would be able to peek at her panties.

all that could be heard was the roar of the wind outside and the reverence in logan's voice as he ran his fingers along her naked back, deftly unclipping her bra. her trailed open-mouthed kisses down her back, and she felt her heart swell with love and threaten to burst out of her chest at how gently he was handling her.

"you're so fucking beautiful. now that i've gotten a taste, darling, i'm very reluctant to let another man do the same, even though i know i have no say in the matter."

he gently slipped her panties down her legs, watching them pool around her feet on the floor. his large hands undid the top button and zipper on his jeans, and she couldn't resist a look behind her to watch his dick spring to attention.

"jesus, mary mother of god." she mumbled under her breath, only vaguely conscious of what her aunt would refer to as sacrilege.

logan beamed down at her. "like what you see, pretty girl?"

"of course i do. now put it in me, please."

chuckling, logan pushed her skirt up with one hand, guiding her body back towards the table with the other. "your wish is my command."

logan slipped inside slowly, inch by aching inch as her opening widened to welcome him home. he bit his lip, head thrown back and eyes sewn shut in pleasure. she felt like heaven around him, and he had to count to ten to make sure he didn't come prematurely.

"you good, baby?"

"perfect." she purred underneath him, bucking her hips back. "take me, librarian."

"technically not a librarian. just a humble bookseller." he laughed, drawing out and thrusting his cock back in again. "but its not like that matters when i'm making you feel this good, does it?"

he loved watching the way she moved as he hammered his rock-hard cock inside of her sweet hole. the way her spine rippled under her skin, beautiful and strong. hearing the way she breathed and gasped and whined his name, small hand reaching to grasp his behind her back, fingers interlaced as he pounded her against the table.

"you feel so fucking good, baby. you're taking my fucking cock so well." he praised, vaguely aware of the table legs creaking as it jutted forward with each thrust. "so good for me."

"fuck, logan. i feel so full." she attempted a weak laugh, too overcome with how he was making her feel. "so good." the hand that wasn't squeezing the life out of logan's lurched forward to find purchase on the underside of the table as a particularly hard thrust pitched her forward. "jesus, right there! yes, yes!"

"that's it, baby. don't be afraid to tell me exactly what you want. let me make every dirty thought in your mind come true. anything you've ever read in one of those smutty little books of yours, just tell me, i'm your guy. i'll fuck you on the rolling ladder, eat your pretty fucking pussy between stacks of books. anything you want me to."

"logan, i'm coming-"

"that's it, baby. you can do it. give me another one. good girl, that's it." logan stuttered, feeling his own release draw closer, triggered by the feeling of her come all over his bare cock. "christ!" he blurted, pulling out as quick as he could, watching his release spill all over her plush ass, even seeping below the hem of her skirt. "motherfucker." he furiously pumped his cock, trying to squeeze out the last few stubborn drops before slumping against her body, reconnecting his hand with hers.

"i'll clean that up." he mumbled. "sorry about the mess."

"don't worry about it. i have a good shower at home." she giggled lazily, spent and content. she felt the table rock beneath her, and turned to face logan. "log-"

she didn't get a chance to finish her sentence before she felt the table give out underneath her. she spat out a curse as she hit the ground, feeling all of the wind get knocked form her lungs (along with her bra off her chest).

"shit, are you okay?" logan laughed, trying to do up his jeans as he sat up. "give me your hand, let me help."

"can i put my bra on first?"

"i mean, i wouldn't mind if you didn't, but it is kinda cold in here. let me grab your sweater."

getting to her feet and on slightly shaky legs, she managed to laugh at him. "what a gentleman."

logan shrugged, draping the sweater over her bare shoulders. "it's the least i can do after i tore your nylons to shreds and came on your ass. you really should let me clean that up. i don't want to stain your skirt."

she cut him off with a soft kiss, her underwear stuck somewhere underneath the fallen table. "logan, stop talking. what are we going to do about the table?"

"run away and blame the weather?"

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Kinda a two part question? Do you have supernatural Stiles recs? (really craving mermaid stuff but all kinds is very loved) and have you thought of writing supernatural Stiles?

and anon asked:

Do you by chance have any creature Stiles or mermaid recommendations? Thank you so much for helping us find stories to read and for writing such wonderful stories!

First of all, thank you! Secondly, to the first anon: I do have a supernatural!Stiles fic, it's called Predators and it's one of my best fics 🖤 I do plan on writing oracle!Stiles, but otherwise, no. Maybe, in the future, I am open to the idea!

So, here are the recs (including merman!Stiles 🧜🏽‍♂️)

Predators (creature!Stiles)

He was born for this. Nature itself whispered into his ear where he should put his hands, how to twirl his tongue just right and when to bite. Stiles knew well enough that his saliva was currently working its magic on this unfortunate man, making him hungry, lustful, and insatiable. Soon, all his thoughts would be consumed by Stiles. And, just this once, Stiles would allow Derek to consume him.

Sui Tollech Gwanna Tach Omen by jackgyeoms (mer!Stiles)

Mermaid AU. Stiles was five when he first realised that not everybody grew a tail when they entered water.

No Oceans Left by zoemathemata (mer!Stiles)

Stiles has always been a merman. He just never knew how to tell anyone. He hasn’t shifted since his mom died.

It’s A-Boat Time! by Fae_vorite, isthatbloodonhisshirt (mer!Stiles)

He could hear the others talking outside, Scott and Isaac freaking out over something and Stiles snapping at them to shut up and help him get inside. “Dude, how the fuck can you expect me to stay calm right now! Seriously, that’s a fucking tail!” “We can talk about it later, just get me inside before someone fucking sees me! I don’t want to end up in a fucking aquarium!” “Christ, you’re heavy!” Isaac grunted. “How much does this thing weigh?!” “Shut up and walk,” Stiles snapped.

The Shells at the bottom of the Sea (mer!Stiles)

The one where Stiles is a seal merman trying to fit in with the sharks.

Mermaider by nothing_left_sacred (mer!Stiles)

“So what you’re saying is; you’re a mermaid princess.” Erica concluded. “Yes, clearly. That is what I am saying. Thank you for putting it so concisely.” Stiles sassed, frowning at her. He wasn’t fucking Ariel; this was so far from being a Disney movie it wasn't even funny. Or the one where a perfectly normal Beach Vacation escalates way too quickly, because this is Stiles' life.

Somewhere to Start by Lissadiane (fae!Stiles)

Stiles has always known that he isn't quite human - the plant life that tends to sprout around him whenever he gets upset or excited gives it away. He's never really fit in among the regular people in Beacon Hills and is determined to wait it out, go to college, and find somewhere to belong. He's forced to abandon those plans, however, after he desperately agrees to enter into an arranged marriage to save his father's life. An arranged marriage with an angry, sometimes furry dude with trust issues. It's all very Beauty and the Beast, without the singing candlesticks.

The Last Chills of Winter by LeeHan (fae!Stiles)

“He didn’t magically charm me,” Derek shot back in his defense. “Oh, so he just regular charmed you?” Laura said with a smirk. “What? No,” Derek growled. “Was he hot?” “No! He just—“ He just had a laugh like a sun shower. Fuck.

Faith, Trust, And Pixie Dust by Val_Brown (fae!Stiles)

Since he was a baby he had kept it a secret. Something that he shared with his mom. But when something comes after him and attacks his pack, he has to share his secret with them. He knows they won't judge him, hello, they sprout claws, fangs and some wicked sideburns. But he changes to the size of a gerbil and has wings and pretty much farts pixies dust on everything. Using his new alliance with Peter, Stiles charges in, pixie dust flying to rescue his pack when they are captured by renegade hunters with a strange vendetta.

Bite the Moonlight & Bleed Gold by raisesomehale (creature!Stiles)

He waits until he and Allison are the only two left in the room. “This is a joke.” Allison says, “Have you ever known my grandpa to have a sense of humor?” “Really?” Derek’s eyebrows are halfway up his forehead, as he gestures to the word that has been printed under Creature Type on the paper. “‘A Merman’? They’re a myth. No one has ever seen one, let alone caught one.” Allison leans forward to skim through a few pages and draws out a photo that she sets back down on the paragraph he’d been reading. In it, a marble white ribcage crests the dark, prussian blue of a midnight ocean, the only part of the body visible besides a thrashing, predominantly red tail, curved jaggedly through the waves. “This image was lifted from Deucalion’s personal channels,” Allison tells him. “His people are keeping the discovery all hush hush, which means they managed the photo, but probably haven’t captured the thing itself yet.” She gives Derek a significant look, “Gerard wants us to get our hands on it first.”

a dying breed that still believes by paxlux (wingfic)

He thinks, Mom, we can do this, we’ll fly.

Hot Pocket Ratio by ShippersList (incubus!Stiles)

At the threat of the alpha pack, all Derek wants is to keep his pack safe and alive. As the last resort, he tries summoning a demon to help with fighting the alpha pack. He gets a bit more than he bargained for. Or, the story where the classic demon deal of "Will you pledge your firstborn to me?" takes some unexpected turns.

There’s A Beast In My Heart (He’ll Only Bow To You) by RayShippouUchiha (creature!Stiles)

“Stiles.” Derek fucking whimpers and if Stiles wasn’t already dying he’d kill himself for making Derek sound so hurt. Stiles just wants to protect him so much sometimes because no one else ever seems to realize that Derek is so goddamn fragile and Stiles hates them all a little bit for not being able to see that. Or In an effort to expel the Nogitsune Stiles is given the bite but it all goes horribly wrong.

A Most Unusual Hoard by churkey (dragon!Stiles)

Stiles turns into a dragon and no one can figure out what he's hoarding…

My Childhood Spat Back Out The Monster That You See by rightsidethru (demon!Stiles)

Appearances can be deceiving. Caught by hunters, Derek immediately dismisses his gangly, fellow prisoner as a pressing concern. After all, the amber-eyed teenager couldn't be more than one hundred and forty-seven pounds soaking wet. What type of threat could he possibly be? (The answer: a large one.)

9/10ths of the Law by tsukinofaerii (demon!Stiles)

Stiles discovers the hazards of growing up a real boy when, at heart, he's not a real boy at all.

You Were Never Meant to Know by Mooneye (demon!Stiles)

“Not a fan of exorcisms, Stiles?” the figure asked as though he were enquiring about the rain. “Not really. I could spew black bile if you’d like more authenticity,” Stiles answered. “Stiles, what’s going on?” Scott demanded, unease growing. Stiles is a demon, always has been, and never intended for anyone to know. Unfortunately, his secret is forcefully revealed and he has nowhere to hide.

Blodrød by Onlymystory (demon!Stiles)

A demon possessing Alpha werewolves leads a crazed pack to Beacon Hills. He's been stuck inside werewolf minds, when all he wants is a nice human meatsuit. Humans in packs are rare these days and the demon is practically salivating at the thought of possessing Stiles. It's strong, and the pack was taken off guard, unable to protect Stiles before the demon takes control. But like the demon says…humans in packs are rare.

Blackbird by skoosiepants (shapeshifter!Stiles)

Stiles groans and drops his face into his hands. “I’m seventeen, I can kind of use mountain ash and I can explode houses when I’m mad enough. How am I gonna win any kind of magic fight?” “We’ll work on it,” Deaton says, as infuriatingly calm as ever. “The important thing to remember, Stiles, is that when everything else is chaos, you’re the port in the storm.” Or- Laura Hale never died, and Stiles is magic.

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Babe It’s Okay, I’m Bi

James:

This beautiful man right here is my girlfriend Chloe. It’s a very weird situation so let me explain, a couple weeks ago Chloe was in some strange science experiment accident that caused her to swap bodies with this guy named Derek.

And from what information we’ve collected this may be a permanent situation. As you can imagine she’s been pretty upset the last couple of weeks. And I’ve been trying to be the best to support her while she figures everything out.

It’s been a challenge for the both of us especially since we just moved in together a couple of months ago. We’ve been dating for a while but I think we’re at a point where I’ve been thinking about proposing which this just messed everything up. Well not completely I guess…

I have been holding on to a secret from her for years now and I don’t know how to say it. Not that I ever thought it really mattered until now.

The truth is really don’t care if she swaps back to her old body, I love her. Okay let just say it, I am sexually attracted to girls but I also like dudes. Specifically dudes like the body she’s in.

She or he is so freaking handsome! He’s tall, tan skin, has this really sexy stash, and I can’t get over his tattoos. So hot!

But I’ve been trying to walk a very careful line with him. And we still low key flirt all the time but I can see his hesitation.

Which makes me sad, I just wish I can tell him without hurting his feelings.

On the flip side, it would so help since every time he asks me something about being a guy I get extremely turned on. Like why are his balls itchy from time to time, why is it easier to pee standing up, and the boners!

I don’t know if he even notices but he’ll walk around with a hard on in our apartment and it’s everything in me not to reach out and dig into his briefs.

Which makes me wonder, when the hell does he jerk off? I know he’s been staying busy lately, I’m just curious how he makes the time.

He’s been hitting up the gym a lot and when comes home. He’ll kick off his smelly shoes, workout clothes, and walk around sweaty in nothing but his undies. Which I can’t help but stare.

And the hardest part is at night, we still sleep in the same bed.

It’s my favorite part because he will cuddle with me in his sleep. I don’t think he even notices that I let him. But every night I’ll something poking my back and then his arm will wrap around me. He’ll start humping me in his sleep from time to time.

But I need to get this off of my chest. This is probably going to be permanent and I desperately want my relationship back!

So tonight I’m going for it. I’m going to let him know that I’m into him.

That Night:

I get off of work around 6 and the second I walk through the door I hear a light moaning coming from another room.

I walk to the outside of the door and peak inside.

That’s when I see Chloe stroking it on our bed with his headphones in. I don’t think he can hear me.

I hear his voice, “James..” so softly…

Fuck, he’s jerking to pics of me.

“James… baby I want you so bad…”

I start unbuttoning my shirt and I kick off my shoes ready to jump in any second.

“Holy shit! James!”

All of the sudden Chloe grabs a pillow and covers his massive boner.

I grin at him and say, “You don’t need your cover yourself I was enjoying the show babe.”

“Oh shut up you’re just saying that!”

“No, I mean it,” I say walking over and unbuckling my pants.

“Babe, you don’t have to pretend for me. I know this isn’t ideal but—“

I immediately grab the pillow and pull it away. His dick is fully exposed and he has this shocked look on his face.

Before he can react, I grab his junk and say, “does this look like I’m pretending?”

“But… but… I’m a guy!”

I start fondling his junk just lightly tickling his balls.

“Yeah and I haven’t been honest with you,” I say leaning in to his face.

“Yeah?” he says to me softly.

“I don’t really care what body you’re in, I’m attracted to you. And sides, you wouldn’t be the first guy I’ve been with.”

“What the hell James!”

I start rubbing his cockhead and he lets out a yelp noise.

“Can we talk about this later? I’ve been waiting to do this with you for a minute now,” I say right before kissing his neck.

“Oh my! James that feels so damn good.”

I kiss down his neck until I get to his nipples.

I twist one of them which makes his eyes roll back into his head.

I kiss down his chest to his happy trail until I’m at his thighs.

“God you have the nicest dick,” I say to him.

He grins, “thanks I think I like it too.”

“Well I think you’re going to like it more after this.”

“Huh?”

I wrap my lips around his dick giving it a very sloppy kiss. I begin to take down my throat which causes him to moan even louder.

“Holy shit yeah I love having a dick!!” he lets out.

I stop for a sec to let out a giggle.

“You know this is going to change everything for our sex life right?”

“What do you mean?” He says confused.

“Well, I’m vers but we don’t know if you’re a top or bottom yet,” I say grinning.

His eyes get wide, “I mean I’m open to anything but will it hurt?”

“A little at first but we don’t have to try right now,” I say back.

I look over his fully naked lower half, it’s the first time I’ve gotten to see it this close.

I rub his thighs down to his feet. I look up at him and say, “hey can I do something?”

“Sure babe as long as you go back to sucking this,” he says holding out his hard cock.

I lift up his feet and bring them to my face. I take deep breath before inhaling them.

“Are you kidding me?!? You’re not just bi but have a foot fetish?”

“Well I wouldn’t go that far, you just have some sexy toes,” I say kissing them.

“Yeah they are nice I guess, even for a boy.”

I pull off my pants and boxers, we’re both naked now.

“Oh I’ve missed your dick babe!”

“Aw thanks!”

“Can I touch it?” he says reach out.

“I would love nothing more”

I feel his hands touching all over my junk. It feels so good. Thats when I got another idea.

“Hey since we both have dicks now? What if we 69?”

“I’m not opposed!”

Chlo gets on top of me and starts to lower his crotch towards my face. I can feel his lips touch my dick. That’s when I feel his mustache which makes he squirm at bit.

It takes us a second before we have a full rhythm down. I’m sucking and we start pacing faster before Chlo lifts his head.

“Oh my god! I’m about to cum!!”

And with very little warning, Chlo pushes his 10 inch dick down my throat and shoots so much cum out.

As he pulls out it’s dripping from my mouth. It takes a second to register but his cum tastes pretty good.

“That was amazing,” he says panting.

“Well I’m not done yet,” I say pointing at my eager boner.

“Well how a nice surprise for you.”

That’s when he does something I’d never expect. Chlo wipes a bunch of cum off my mouth and proceeds to rub it on the soles of his feet.

“Since you like them so much,” he says with a silly grin.

He takes both of his feet and wraps his toes around my dick.

He begins to move back and forth with them and it’s so hot that I can’t even take it.

His feet touch my dick for like 1 minute before I burst all over them.

I look at the cum covered toes and I can’t help myself from licking them clean.

I go grab us a couple of towels and walk back in to see my beautiful boyfriend laying in bed grinning.

“You wanna go somewhere for dinner?” I say to him.

“Nah let’s do take out, I’ll be ready for round 2 here soon,” he says patting at the bed for me to come back.

“Fuck, I love you!”

“I love you too, even if you forgot to mention the whole liking guys thing.”

“Well babe, what can I say? I’m bi.”

[lustfulslxt]

Ruin Me - Chris Sturniolo

summary : chris accidentally sends y/n a text meant for nate, ultimately fessing his desire for her. y/n takes action into her own hands.

warnings : swearing, smut, slight daddy kink

a/n : based off of these texts

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The silence feels incredibly loud as she stares down at her phone with her jaw dropped. She can’t even count how many times she’s reread the last few messages she’s received from Chris, who’s only just a story below her.

She has been spending the past few nights over at the triplets’ house, which is a common occurrence, seeing as her and Chris are best friends. She never once thought her presence was anything of a burden for any of them. Her mind immediately ran with the worst with Chris’ first few messages.

However, as she continuously reads the last couple over and over, she can feel a foreign feeling building inside her. A feeling she’s never felt for Chris until now, or more so one that she’s kept beneath the surface in favor of their friendship.

The longer she takes to respond, the more anxious she makes herself. She’s conflicted. Does she go downstairs? Does she text him back? Does she set boundaries?

Her decision is made when she finds herself subconsciously making her way down the stairs leading to his room, fully ready to give in to temptation.

As she stands outside his door, her heart and mind are racing. Is she really doing this? Before she can talk herself out of it, her fist is knocking on the wooden door.

On the other side, Chris is frozen looking at his phone. Read 10:56 PM. It’s currently 11:10 PM. His nerves are bubbling and anxiety is brewing in his stomach. He can’t help but feel like he ruined everything.

As soon as he hears knocking on his door, his face drains of color. He can only assume it’s Y/N. With slight hesitation, he makes his way over and opens the door.

“Hi.” She whispers with a small smile.

“Hi.” He breathes, then continues, “I’m sorry if I overstepped. I never wanted to make you uncomfortable or anything along those lines. We can just forget I ever said anything.”

“Can I come in?” She asks, ignoring his statements.

He opens his mouth, only is at a loss for words, and opts for opening the door wider for entry. She strolls in, stopping in the middle of the room, and turns back to face him. He slowly shuts the door, his heart rapidly pounding in his chest, unsure of which direction their conversation will go.

“So-“ He begins, only to pause because he’s waiting on her to say something.

“Do you talk about me often?” She asks.

He stammers, “W-what?”

“You said you meant to send that to Nate.” She reminds him, “Do you do that often?”

His cheeks grow hot as he scratches the back of his head. “Um, kind of. Yeah, I guess so.”

“Can I see?” She asks him, eyebrows raising.

His eyes widen, his lips curving inwards. “I-I’d rather you not.”

All she does is nod, standing there in silence.

“I’m sorry I made things awkward.” He groans, tossing his head back at his own stupidity.

She walks over to his bed and sits on it, kicking her feet. He only watches her, attempting to get a feel for what she’s thinking. Usually, he can read her through and through, but he’s much too nervous right now to even comprehend anything other than the fact that he’s screwed things up.

“Boy, stop standing there and come sit down.” She rolls her eyes.

He quickly shuffles over to the bed, sitting next to her, but makes sure to leave at least a foot gap between them. She glances at the space and rolls her eyes once more, sliding over until their bodies are aligned side by side.

“Can you please say something?” Chris asks, eyes wide. “I’m like freaking out over here and you’re not saying a single word. Let me know what’s up.”

“I wanna see what you say about me.” She repeats, nodding towards his phone beside them. “Either that, or the pictures that I know you have.”

“Y/N, come on!” He whines.

“Okay, fine.” She shrugs, standing up to leave.

He quickly wraps his hand around her wrist, tugging her back to the bed. As soon as she’s seated, his fingers are working on his phone, reluctantly pulling up what she wants to see.

He gives her a nervous glance, only receiving a pointed look from her. Taking a deep breath, he slowly gives the phone to her, which she eagerly takes.

As she scrolls through his camera roll, her mouth slowly falls open. At this point, Chris is pacing in front of her, his breath seemingly caught in his throat.

His phone is completely loaded with numerous pictures of her. Some are just selfies of them together, her alone. Others are random off guards that one would take of their best friend. Then, there are the not so normal ones.

Y/N looks up at Chris, causing him to halt his movement under her stare. He turns to her with a sheepish look on his face, and she can’t help but smirk a bit.

“Out with it.” He rolls his eyes, laying his hand out as if indicating for her to speak her mind.

“You’re a little freak.” She giggles.

He chokes on his saliva, as her response was unexpected. “Okay, can we move past this now?”

“No.”

“No?” He repeats, his face falling.

She shakes her head with a hum, “I could’ve swore you said you want me convulsing under you?”

She goes to pull her phone out to show him the messages when he quickly steps forward, stopping her from pulling up the facts to prove her statement. His hands are holding hers in place, their eyes locking.

It feels as if everything around them stopped, like they’re the only two things that exist. Their breaths become uneven due to their close proximity. Their heartbeats racing to become one. In this moment, nothing else matters.

Y/N swiftly tosses her phone aside and grabs a fistful of his shirt, yanking him down onto her. Their lips meet for the first time ever, finally crossing that forbidden threshold.

Relief floods through Chris, soon being replaced by excitement and desire. He’s been longing for this moment for what seems like forever. The feeling is surreal, he can’t help but put everything into their kiss. Y/N feels almost content, like this is that one thing she’s been missing in life.

Their kiss soon escalates, growing hot and needy, the two of them desperate for one another. Chris places one of his hands on her neck, softly gripping it, his other hand setting on the bed beside her head. Y/N runs her hands up his torso, wrapping them around his neck and moving them into his hair.

Chris quickly breaks away, “I want this, you, more than anything, but I don’t want to ruin anything between us.”

Y/N’s face flushes a rosy color as she stares up at him. Her hand meets his cheek, softly caressing it as she admires his beauty. She leans into him, planting multiple soft open mouthed kisses on his lips. She places one more, deep and passionate, savoring the taste of him on her tongue, and pulls away, tugging his bottom lip between her teeth.

“Ruin me.”

Those two simple words went straight through Chris, traveling all the way down to his dick. It begins throbbing with need, hardening beneath his pants. He stares into her eyes for another second before slamming his mouth on hers, yearning for all of her, and gladly accepting everything she’s offering.

His grip around her neck tightens, pulling her impossibly closer as their kiss grows hungry. Their tongues meet in a wet and sloppy frenzy, tangling together in an intricate way. Heavy breathing fills the air, along with the smacking of their lips.

Desperate for more, Y/N bucks her hips up into his, the feeling of his erection digging into her core, eliciting a moan from her mouth. Chris’ eyes damn near roll to the back of his head from the sound she makes, and he’s determined to hear more of it.

His mouth pulls away from hers, strings of saliva keeping them connected. He begins kissing down her jaw, his tongue gliding between his lips. He travels lower and nips at her neck, leaving a trail of saliva in his wake. He breathes her in, becoming intoxicated by her sweet scent. The smell of her peach shampoo and her vanilla body wash consume his senses, causing his mouth to water. His teeth graze the sensitive skin, sucking and biting on it, bruising it by the time he pulls away.

Y/N is left breathless beneath him, her mind foggy with lust. She can feel her heart thumping in her chest and she’s sure he can feel it too. Her hands stay tangled in his hair, holding him flush against her as he works her neck. Her skin is burning with desire and she’s never been so pleased with her impulsive decisions the way that she is right now.

Chris’ hands slip under her shirt, running up her abdomen. She feels like she’s on fire beneath his touch. His hands make their way over her bra, harshly squeezing her breasts, pulling another moan from her throat. He’s practically getting drunk off of her sounds, soaking in every little whimper and whine that falls from her lips.

He pulls back from her, swiftly removing his shirt, his chain dangling around his neck. Y/N sits up to remove hers, with his eager assistance. His hands go behind her back, unbuckling her bra, letting her shake it off her arms. He quickly flips her over so she’s bent over the side of bed.

Leaning over her, his erection presses into the back of her thigh, causing her to moan in anticipation. He moves her hair to the side and presses his lips against the back of her neck, causing goosebumps to form on her skin. She’s barely holding it together with the way his entire being consumes her. She’s relishing in the way his mouth feels on her, the way his hands caress her, the way his needy cock is pressed so hard into her, desperate to be buried inside her sopping core.

Chris continues working down her back, his tongue gliding over her smooth skin, nibbling on it every which way as he goes lower and lower. His fingers hook into the waistband of her bottoms, swiftly pulling them down, along with her panties. He tugs them further, until he’s able to pull them completely off and discard them to the side.

He pauses, taking in the way her glistening pussy peaks from between her thighs. Her plump ass looks so squeezable and he just wants to lose himself in her. His hands engulf her cheeks, kneading with the perfect amount of pressure, slowly pulling them apart as he massages them in circles. He can see her lips opening, exposing her entrance, as he does so, causing him to groan in satisfaction.

“Can’t wait to feel you around me.” He hums, spreading her legs apart to see more of her.

She only lets out a whine as the cool air meets her hot center. Her hands grip the sheets beneath her as her pussy clenches around nothing. Chris admires her desperation from behind, a proud smirk pulling to his lips.

He leans down and sinks his teeth into the plush skin of her ass, eliciting a pleased moan from her. His tongue slides between his teeth, soothing the sharp pain. Peppering wet kisses along the fat, he brings his hand to her inner thigh, slowly trailing upwards towards her core.

“D-don’t tease.” Y/N whines, pushing herself back into him.

“Shh, gonna make you feel so good.” He mumbles against her ass.

He latches his mouth on the plump tissue, sucking down and biting it, leaving purple and red bruises. His fingers slither up against her pussy, sliding along her folds, pulling another lewd moan from her.

He gathers her juices with every swipe of his fingers, leaving her legs damn near trembling. She’s never needed something like the way she’s needing him, tears almost pricking in her eyes from her desperation. Finally, he presses two fingers into her entrance, a long moan falling from her lips from the way he fills her.

“So fucking wet for me.” He groans, bringing his face closer to her heat.

His tongue flicks over her outer folds, her arousal coating his tongue, causing him to hum at the delightful taste. Pulling his fingers out, he replacing them with his tongue. Continuous moans leave Y/N’s mouth as she indulges in the way he devours her.

His hands grip her ass, spreading it as he dives in deeper. His tongue slides down to her clit, lathering it with his saliva. His nose presses against her entrance and he can’t help but breathe in her natural scent, his cock throbbing from pleasant smell.

“F-fuck, so good.” She cries out, pressing her face into the mattress.

Licking all of her juices up, he sucks her folds before pulling back, leaving her breathless, whiny, and dissatisfied.

“Can’t wait any longer, baby.” He breathes, “Need to feel your sweet little pussy squeezing my cock.”

He pulls at the drawstring of his sweats, loosening them enough to pull them and his boxers down. His dick springs out, bouncing up against his abdomen. He hisses from the cool air, eager to feel the wet warmth her pussy provides. He grabs the base of his member, pumping it a few times, before swiping it in her folds to lubricate it, and aligning it with her entrance.

He slowly sinks into her, moans emitting from both of their mouths. She squeezes her eyes shut from the slight pain as he bottoms out, filling her up entirely. His hands tightly grip her hips, throwing his head back from the sensation her soft walls provide.

“So tight.” He grunts, slowly pumping in and out of her. “God, I knew you’d feel good, but this is unreal.”

Y/N moans from the feeling of him fucking into her, along with his naughty words. She can’t help but clench around him, pushing back into him further.

Chris picks up the pace, his pelvis slamming into her ass as he buries himself in her. The sound of their skin slapping fills the room, their pants and moans adding onto it.

His hand travels up her back, wrapping around her hair, yanking her head back. He uses it as leverage to speed up his thrusts, digging deeper into her core. His tip repeatedly kisses her cervix, pulling loud pornographic moans from her mouth.

Her face contorts in pleasure, her body ridden with euphoria as he fucks into her so good. He leans over her, his bare chest firmly pressed against her back. His hand wraps around her chin, pulling her head back as he looks down at her, admiring how fucked out she looks. Drool falls from her mouth, her eyes rolling back as he digs deep.

“Mmm. You love being fucked like this, don’t you?” He groans into her ear.

She cries out in broken moans with every thrust, “Y-yes, yes. You feel so good, so so good daddy.”

His pace falters at the name that fell from her lips, taken aback by her sudden use of it. It ignites something animalistic in him, causing him to thrust deeper and harder. He lets her head fall back into the mattress, pressing both of his hands into her back as he drills into her.

Tears fall from her eyes at the overwhelming pleasure, she could practically feel him in her stomach. Their bodies glisten with perspiration, their skin sticking together everything they connect.

“Fuck, so good. This pussy was made for me, no?” He grunts as he continues pounding into her.

Y/N’s mind is hazy with bliss, unable to form a single word in response to his question, only giving him loud moans that fuel his ego and bring him closer to his release.

“I asked you-” He starts, rough strokes in between his words. “-a question.”

“Nghh. Y-you, just for you.” She forces out through her moans.

“Oh, I know it, baby. All for me.” He moans, “Just wanted to hear you say it.”

The building knot in her stomach tightens before snapping, bringing on her orgasm. Her legs tremble beneath him as she clenches around him, her juices pouring out of her and coating his dick, producing a squelching sound as he pumps in and out of her.

“Such a dirty girl.” He pants.

Hips sputter and his pace grows sloppy and erratic, his release sneaking up on him. His hands grip her ass, squeezing it as he moves it up and down against him. His stomach tightens, his thighs slightly shaking as his hot cum spurts out, painting her inner walls. Both of them moaning from the feelings, he stills his movements after a few more pumps.

He slowly pulls out, wincing from the feelings and collapses right next to her. She turns her head to look at him, her face flushed red and her damp hair sticking to her forehead.

“Still look as good as ever.” He smiles at her, pulling her hair from her face.

“You owe me $50.” She breathes, matching his smile.

He stares at her in shock, “Wait, what?!”

“Plan B, dummy.” She giggles.

“Hm. Now it’s dummy, two minutes ago it was daddy.” He teases.

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[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Sano Shinichiro - "I Just Love Pathetic Guys"

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In which I've made an imagine about how pathetic Sano Shinichiro is and how I think pathetic guys are actually really freaking hot adorable. I just so happen to have a thing for losers and Shinichiro is probably the hottest loser in both the Tokyo Revengers manga and anime.

                                                                                                   

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Imagine; he's talking to his friends about how he was yet again rejected for the nth the time now. You just so happen to be nearby and overhear his sad announcement; listening to his friends tease him about how he scares women away.

Imagine; you approach them after a few moments, when they've switched topics to something unrelated. You take his hand and write your number on it; only saying "call me sometime" as you wave goodbye and walk away. He'd be too stuck in the shock he felt to stop you and ask your name.

Imagine; you receive a call from an unknown number as soon as you step foot in your house. And when you pick up the phone you're met with his timid voice, asking if you're the person who gave him their number twenty minutes ago.

Imagine; instead of directly answering him, you somehow rope him into describing you and your first interaction. Hearing him trip over his words as he tries to keep his composure over the phone and seem proud an manly.

Imagine; you get him to practically beg you to allow him to take you on a date. You can't help but laugh how pathetic he is and you tell him so, but you 'agree' to go out with him anyway.

Imagine; he tales you out to eat and keeps reassuring you that he'll pay for everything but in the end, he doesn't have enough money, so you end up paying it in full instead. You can see how embarrassed he is and as bad as it makes you seem, damn do you relish in it.

Imagine; that during the rest of the date he somehow embarrasses himself in some way, shape or form. He can't even look you in the eye at this point and he walks at least two feet behind you, unwilling to try and lead you anymore lest he make even more of a fool out of himself.

Imagine; he drives you back to your place on his bike in silence, too scared to say anything just in case he has a slim chance of seeing you again. He stops in front of your place and you get off his bike, immediately turning to your front door. But, instead of going inside, you set the things he bought you down at your doorstep and walk back to him.

Imagine; that instead of letting him get the first word in, you tell him how much of a loser he is. You can see how deeply it affects him by how sad he looks, but you're not done talking.

Imagine; you take a fist full of his hair and yank him down for a kiss, smashing your lips together. You tell him how he's your exact type and how hot he was today. That he had better take you on another date or you'd kick his ass.

Imagine; you go into your home and you can still hear the hum of his bike's engine from outside. He's still sitting in fron of your house in complete shock. That is... until you hear a loud but muffled "Yes!" from outside.

Fuck. How can someone so pathetic be so damn hot at the same time? You couldn't wait until the second date.

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[aychama]

Bearer of the Red Crown's Birthday

"These pompous assholes." Narinder opened the door to escape outside and take a breather.

"They were never taught to shut the hell up were they?" He rubbed his temples and wondered why was their birthday gift to him was a headeache.

The calm but obnoxiously loud people inside the greathall had gathered to congradulate the King's birthday. Of course it was a big event and many of the nobles were attending. Some even travveled from the other kingdoms.

But to Narinder it was just a nuisance, just like how it was every year.

They had gathered to make connections, threaten eachother covertly or simply suck up to Narinder. He had to put up with these people and act like they wouldn't turn on him with the twirl of any one of his siblings finger.

He was just looking for a place to hide now but it seemed his hiding place was occupied by a slouched figure.

"Lambert?" Narinder noticed the figure in the corner next to the flower bushes.

"BAH!" They shout out a short bleat and turned towards him. Their funny noise and freaked out face was like a cold fresh water being splashed on Narinder's hot and aching head.

"My King! Please, you need to stop sneaking up on me..." Lambert sighed and got up.

Were they getting away from people too? That wasn't good. He had specifically told them to use this oppurtunity to make connections so they could have people helping them with their new lands troubles.

Just as he was about to start his lecture he noticed the neatly folded fabric in Lambert's hands.

"Is this..." he saw the little bow it was wrapped with.

A gift.

Lambert looked at the item in their hands, hesitated a little and presented it towards him.

"For you, yes."Narinder's fingers brushed Lambert's as he took it and started examining it. It was a red and white scarf.

"Aym and Baal said that you get cold easily so... I was actually going to knit it myself but it was way harder to do than I thought it would be. Haha..." They let out a defeated sigh hidden with a tired smile.

"I-it's not an expensive item I know but I-"

"It's made out of your wool." Narinder cut them off as he took off the bow and ran his fingers through the fabric. It was so, oh so soft. He didn't even have to bring his nose closer to it to know it smell like them.

"You can tell?" Lambert's face looked horrified, their smile dropping down as they looked up at him.

They suddenly reached out towards the scarf and started to pull it out of Narinder's hands.

"That's just weird isn't it? I-I knew it would be weird argh stupid Berith-"

"Wh- No!"Narinder did not let go of the scarf and it stretched between the two."Lambert no it's not weird." He looked at them hoping he sounded genuine.

"It's no secret that I like wool and this is perfect." Lambert stopped pulling and looked at Narinder, unsure.

He had gotten many presents today. So many that he lost count. So many things that he did not care. Jewelry, expensive items, some magical crystals, decorative weapons. Presents that were given to a King so that they wouldn't lose face or even worse, so that the noble families could look at eachother and say 'Look at how rich I am. The King surely likes me more than all of you so I can use him to scare you and get my way'. It was all so obvious and so shallow that he thought the amount of jewelry and necklaces were going to stuf his throat so much that he could drown without water.

But this,

This was from Lambert.

And it didn't have any underlying intentions.

Narinder slowly pulled the scarf from Lambert's hesitant hands.

"I remember reading a book when I was young."

He wrapped the scarf around his neck.

"It was about the culture of our folk."

He adjusted the scarf and both ends hung over his shoulders lovingly.

"And I remember reading that sheep-folk would give eachother gifts made out of their own wool to show their appreciation for eachother." He adjusted the scarf and looked at them to see the curiosity color their pretty face.

"Really?" Lambert asked and he nodded softly.

Narinder knew that Lambert wasn't taught of their own culture. It was...sad... but not unexpected. There wasn't really any sheep-folk in the 5 kingdoms other than them.

To think Shamura's old books he randomly decided to read would have a lot about sheep-folk in them. Too bad that wretched younger brother of his burnt down Shamura's library just because he was jealous Shamura would read books with Narinder... Narinder wishes that Shamura would have killed Leshy right then and there but they didn't. Soft hearted fool who went easy on all of their siblings but not on their enemies. And that included Narinder too.

Narinder shook his head to get rid of the hatred starting to boil up in his gut and focused on the scarf and Lambert. Their smell and their soft wool was all around him, quickly calming him down as he lowered his head to bury the bottom half of his face into the scarf.

He heard the softest giggle.

"You look silly."

Narinder opened his eyes, he didn't even know when he had closed them, and looked at Lambert.

They were smiling so soft and warmly at him. His throat clogged up again but he wasn't feeling bad this time.

"It's clashing with the rest of the jewelry badly."

He couldn't take his eyes off of Lambert's smile as they talked.

He thanked God that he always had his veil because he didn't think he could explain why he was looking at Lambert's smile like it was the only thing in the world.

"And it looks funny with your fancy clothes. Maybe I should have told Berith to make it look more expensive." Lambert laughed. If he could eat their voice he bet it would taste like fluffy candy, he thought.

The two heard some people talking about where the king has gone from inside and Narinder sighed.

Lambert reached towards Narinder's neck and tugged at the scarf.

"You need to go back in right? You can't just look like this in front of everyone. I'll put it next to the pile of gifts-"

He grabbed their arm and stopped them from taking the scarf.

"No." He said firmly.

"But-"

"Who said I would be going in alone? I remember telling a certain someone that they need to make connections because their poor decisions while ruling their own land had left them in a troubling state." He turned the conversation towards Lambert seemlessly to cover up whatever he was feeling right now.

"A-ah that! I have a little bit of a-no actually a big headache from talking with so many- soooo many people yknow?" Lambert stumbled over their words.

Narinder let the silence fall between them to show them he did not believe them.

"Let's go. I suppose I have to be the one to intruduce you to people." Narinder pulled Lambert by the arm that he had grabbed and walked towards the door.

"I'm- My King! You shouldn''t- you don't need to pull me!"

[meangirls-imagines]

Coachella Diaries

Description: Reader works for WWE and gets hurt during Wrestlemania, causing her to go on a months long break. She goes to Coachella Weekend 2 to support her girl.

WARNINGS: fluffy as shit, slightly suggestive at the end, reneechella (bc that's a warning itself)

Y/N stepped (as best as she could) off the plane and sighed at the California sun hitting her body. 

Her body was exhausted. Wrestlemania was the 6th and 7th, she performed both nights and unfortunately had torn a couple of ligaments in her foot. She worked through the pain and helped make Wrestlemania record breaking. She had gotten surgery on the 16th, which meant she unfortunately missed the first weekend of her girlfriend playing Coachella.

Reneè was also understandably upset, not at Y/N, but at the fact that her girlfriend had to get surgery and she couldn't be there. Luckily for Reneè, Y/N had her fellow superstars keep the blonde updated. The doctor had cleared Y/N for travel on the 18th and she landed in LAX on the morning of the 19th. 

Towa had been the one to help Y/N plan this out, picking her up from the airport. The musician smiled as Y/N hobbled towards her with her bag. "There's my favorite cripple! How's the foot?" Y/N smiled and hugged the girl. "It's definitely injured. I'll be out for a minute but honestly, I'm not mad, I need a break."

Towa laughed. "Ain't that the truth? If I have to hear Reneè freak out about every bump you take, I might've gone crazy." Y/N blushed. Reneè was always very protective of Y/N, not that her profession helped with that. The blonde loved and hated watching Y/N do her thing. Yes, Y/N looked hot but if Y/N had to take another spear from Roman Reigns or a stomp to the chest from Finn Balor, Reneè was going to commit murder. 

This new era of WWE meant the return of inter-gender wrestling, with Y/N leading the charge. She had become the inaugural WWE World Heavyweight Champion, holding it for 316 days. She had been a part of the two biggest main events of Wrestlemania history, which is where she tore the ligaments in her foot. Never the less, she persisted and opened the next night of Mania, unfortunately she lost her title but the ovation she got when she got backstage was worth it. 

She was thrilled to help Cody finish his story but also was happy that she could get a break. She saw the doctor who gave her the diagnosis and what doctor to see and she was on her way.

She had messaged Towa the night she found out and set the surprise up. 

As the two ventured out of the airport, they caught up with each other, Towa informing Y/N of her love life and what not. The two reached the SUV and began the drive from the airport to the AirBnB they were renting for the festival. During the two hour car ride, Y/N had told Towa about some backstage drama happening as the Brit ate it up.

After 2 and a half hours, they finally made it to the house. Adam had been standing outside, waiting for them as they pulled up. The man helped Y/N out of the car and gave her a hug. "There's my favorite former champ! Congrats on the run. It was a rollercoaster." Y/N smiled and hugged the man back. "Thanks Adam! It was definitely a rollercoaster! A fun one though! So, where is my girl?"

Adam laughed. "She's out in the back with everyone else, they're pregaming before we go. Are you sure you can handle going out?" Y/N nodded. "I slept on the plane ride here. Perks of using the company jet." Adam nodded as Towa met up with them, handing Y/N her bag. The trio headed inside. 

Adam and Towa headed to the back to distract everyone while Y/N slipped into the room Reneè was staying in. She took in a deep breath, breathing in the scent of Reneè. God, she missed it so much. She changed quickly, putting on the custom "Reneèchella made me gay" shirt and some shorts before getting the message from Towa to make her appearance. 

She grabbed a beer from the fridge and headed out to the backyard. The group all did a "cheers" before taking the shots provided for them. Y/N decided to speak up. "Do I get a shot too?" 

Everyone turned towards the new voice but no one turned quicker than Reneè. The blonde stood shocked at the sight of her girlfriend, boot and all, standing in front of her. "Holy fuck! Reneè ran to where Y/N was standing and hugged the girl tightly. Y/N laughed and kissed the blonde's head. "Hey superstar. I've missed you." Everyone was aww-ing at the scene, some clapping. 

Reneè pulled away from the hug and pressed her lips to Y/N's, kissing her for the first time in weeks. The group cheered as the two kissed, causing Reneè to slip them off. After a minute, the two pulled away and Reneè began to scratch the back of Y/N's neck. "You're really here!" Y/N smiled and kissed her nose. "I am. Now I think it's time to have some fun." Reneè smiled and pulled Y/N over to her friends. 

The group was watching Chappell Roan absolutely kill it when fans began to notice the couple being all cute.

@y/nisthechamp: GUYS! I'M AT COACHELLA WATCHING THE QUEEN CHAPPELL ROAN AND RENEÈ AND Y/N ARE LITERALLY 10 FEET AWAY FROM ME AND THEY ARE SO CUTE!! Y/N IS HUGGING RENEÈ FROM BEHIND AND THEY ARE SINGING AND DANCING!!

@/reneerappslut23: guys. i just saw a video of reneè and y/n all cozy at coachella and my heart 🥺

@y/nfan123: just saw a video of reneè grinding on y/n while they were watching t-pain. don't know who i wanna be more...

@/reneefan253: guys. reneè cannot keep her hands off y/n. she's always rubbing her back or the back of her head or her shoulder. WHEN WILL IT BE MY TURN?!

The group made their way back to the house, all breaking off to their respective rooms, sleepily exchanging good nights. Reneè and Y/N made their way to Reneè's room. The two flopped on the bed, Reneè snuggling into Y/N's side. "I'm so glad you're here. I can't wait for you to see me perform." Y/N kissed the blonde's forehead. "Me too baby."

The next day was a lot of the same, more musicians sets, more drinking, etc. Sunday came a lot faster than Y/N expected and she found herself sitting in Reneè's trailer with her, the girl getting ready for her set. Reneè was looking on her phone as her hairstylist finished up her look. Y/N decided to take a stealthy picture and post it on her insta with the caption "coachella ready", tagging Reneè. 

Comments started flooding in immediately. One that stood out to Y/N was from her not older sister Liv Morgan.

@/yaonlylivvonce: We are so excited to see her!! Drinks after?

Y/N smiled and responded to the girl. Adam poked his head in and informed Reneè she had five minutes. The blonde thanked him, took a deep breath and pulled Y/N with her to the wings of the stage. To Y/N and Reneè's surprise, Alyah was waiting for them. Reneè squealed, wrapping Alyah in a tight hug. Y/N smiled at the pair and took a picture of them hugging. Alyah pulled away and hugged Y/N too, scolding her about her injury and how she should've been more careful. 

Reneè saved Y/N by pulling her away from Alyah, wrapping her arms around Y/N's waist and burying her face in her neck. Y/N rubbed the blonde's back. "You're gonna do amazing out there Reneè. Please remember to drink water though. Don't need you passing out on stage." Reneè chuckled as she heard her intro being played. 

"Well, I guess that's me." Reneè pulled her head out of Y/N's neck, leaning up for a kiss. "I love you." Y/N smiled and pecked Reneè's lips. "I love you more. Now go kill it." And with a playful smack on the butt, Reneè went out on stage.

"Tasted the blood in my mouth, and left you there to bleed out.."

Y/N being there must have flipped a switch in Reneè because the girl was putting on a SHOW. Y/N had to keep herself from drooling watching her girlfriend do what she loved. Y/N's fav part do far had to be the Willow ass shake. For scientific reasons, of course. Y/N saw Towa getting her in-ears put in and grabbing her guitar. "Go kill it out there, Birdie." Towa winked playfully at Y/N and went out on her cue from the blonde. 

The two were soon joined by Coco Jones as they performed "Tummy Hurts". Y/N smiled at hoe happy her girl looked. Watching Reneè perform was Y/N's favorite thing to do. She loved how confident Reneè was on stage and how carefree she looked. 

After a beautiful rendition of "Snow Angel", Reneè gave her thanks to the crowd and jogged off stage. One of the crew guys poured a little bit of water on the back of Renee's neck, to cool her off, as the girl walked straight into Y/N's open arms, almost collapsing in the embrace.

"Fuck Reneè, I'm so fucking proud of you, superstar." Reneè blushed and hid her face in Y/N's neck. "I couldn't have done it without you here." Y/N laughed and kissed the blonde's temple. "You did it last weekend." Reneè pulled away from Y/N's neck and smiled at her. "Yeah, but it wasn't as fun." Y/N rolled her eyes and kissed Reneè, unaware of Towa taking a picture of them. 

Everyone praised Reneè and her performance before they walked back to the area where her trailer was. Alyah spoke up. "So, what's the plan now?" Reneè smirked and looked at Y/N. "Well, Y/N and I are going to go back to the house to...catch up and we'll meet you guys later?" Towa and Alyah shared a knowing look before nodding and going to watch another set. 

Y/N looked at Reneè confused. "Catch up?" The blonde nodded. "Mhhm. I'm planning on reclaiming my favorite seat..." Y/N caught on and blushed, allowing the blonde to pull her to the car waiting for them.

Yeah, Towa and Alyah would be fine on their own for a while...

[raven-dor]

peter parker distracts you - drabble #1

this was birthed while i was actively in class daydreaming... enjoy!! - 💗 not quite dating, but definitely more than friends, outside and enjoying the sun, fluffy af word count: 451

Peter Parker had made it his mission to distract you.

In hindsight, he probably hadn't started doing this on purpose, which made it all the more horrible to you.

Your professor had kindly allowed your class to meet on the lawn instead of inside your dreary classroom. It hadn't taken much to convince him - it was a beautiful day outside, so why not enjoy it while it lasted?

He wasn't even trying to distract you at first.

His laughter (which beautifully echoed across the quad) drew your focus from the lesson, and you smiled as you watched him play frisbee with Harry.

It's like he had a sixth sense, the way his eyes immediately met yours. His smile, much like his laugh, was infectious, and he waved at you enthusiastically. Your cheeks felt hot, convincing yourself it was simply because of the sun beating down on you, and not the extremely attractive boy staring at you.

You forced yourself to look back at your professor, succeeding in focusing until a few minutes later when you couldn't help but look back.

Thankfully, he wasn't already looking, and you took the rare moment to take in his appearance - the way his shirt hung from his lean frame, the way his hair bounced as he walked, the way- shit, he was staring again.

This time, you stopped looking in his direction, even contributing a few missed points in the conversation.

Then a frisbee flew over your classmates, landing a few inches away from you. You shook your head, laughing along with your peers like it had just been a freak accident like Peter didn't purposefully aim for you.

"Sorry." His voice broke through the laughter, the girls giggling as he walked through them, stopping right in front of you. "Sorry about that."

You looked up, a knowing smile etched on your lips. "No worries." You reached out and grabbed the frisbee, offering him his lost toy. "You should practice your aim."

He tilted his head, that boyish smirk you'd grown to love causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach. "I think I'm all good in that arena."

You shrugged, placing the frisbee in his palm. "Maybe."

He shook his head, looking at the professor apologetically. "Sorry about that, sir. I'll get out of your way." Sparing one last look toward you, he winked, running back to Harry leisurely.

You sighed, not even trying to hide the fact that you were ogling him. Your professor cleared his throat, pulling you from your view. "Are you still with us?"

You coughed, cheeks once again red hot. "Sorry, sir. Won't happen again."

He nodded, thoroughly tired of the last twenty minutes. "As I was saying-"

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