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Yeon Sieun using you as his stress reliever from his studies. ❀⋆ೃ࿔

WARNINGS/TAGS MDNI 18+, explicit content, mentions of p in v sex, clit stim, grinding, oral m!receiving, mean Sieun

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It all started when you were trying to tease Sieun in his room.

Climbing into his lap, grinding against his thigh, whimpering and whining, you were doing everything to get him to pay attention to you. Sieun was determined at first, focusing on his literature report whilst he tried to hold back his moans, but when you had gone as far as unzipping his pants and taking his length into your mouth he completely broke his resolve, grabbed you by fistfuls of your hair and fucked your throat, just using your mouth like it was his personal fleshlight.

From then onwards, he was addicted to you.

Whenever you two were together in his room during your study sessions, and he simply couldn’t figure out the solution to a math problem, it would always end up with him fucking your throat or cunt. And the sex got more intense over time as he got better and gave into his suppressed desires.

And he was mean whenever he was upset over an unsolvable question. Eyes dark and mouth slightly parted from the pleasure as he completely took it out on you, his cock driving into your tight pussy with surprising rigour.

To be honest, you loved this side of him, which you never saw outside of this room. Fucking you so meanly whilst whispering the nastiest things to you.

“God, you’re so tight.”

The bed was creaking from how hard Sieun was fucking into you, grabbing onto your hips to hold you in place as he repeatedly thrusted up against your sweet spot. The side of his lips curled into a smirk as he watched in satisfaction as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

As if the pleasure wasn’t enough, his hands slid over your stomach and pressed down over where his cock was buried in your pussy and you let out a squeal. Sieun leaned in close, his lips brushing over your neck and to your jaw as his other hand moved to thumb your clit, the contact of his finger against your bud sending electric shocks up your body.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” His breath was hot against your neck as his index finger drew teasing circles around your clit. “You’ll cum, won’t you?” You could only nod, your brains had turned into mush from how good Sieun was dicking you down and you could barely form words.

Your body took his words like it was a command, grabbing his arm like an anchor as you convulsed his thick cock. A soft, satisfied noise left his lips as he watched you come undone underneath him, and he finally pulled out of you.

He took out his napkin from his study table and gently dabbed at your inner thighs, dragging the soft silk over your slit as he held your hand.

“You know, I think I finally figured it out. The answer to that last calculus question.”

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Broken Heater pt.1 | Go Hyuntak x reader

SYNOPSIS Gotak practically grew up with you, since you were Baku’s younger sister. He always had a special affection for you, and you never realised that until he got too close to you one winter.

TAGS/WARNINGS childhood friends to lovers au, christmas festivity, overprotective Gotak, eventual smut, fluff 1.2k wc, chapter 1

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Being Baku’s younger sister, you’d practically known Gotak for your whole life. Ever since you two were little kids, he’d been in your life, whether it was hanging out at your house, or eating lunch with both of your friend groups together.

Your relationship and love for Gotak had always been special. He always looked out for you, especially in school. He would say that he only cared for you because you were Baku’s sister, but if he were to be truly honest with himself, it was way more than that. He loved you for as long as he could remember.

In school, Gotak made sure nobody picked on you, often snuck you sweets during free periods(“Please don’t tell Baku or he’ll crash out on me, okay?”), and taught you basketball and taekwondo, even though you were rather bad at it.

He also made sure no stupid boy broke your heart. When he found you sobbing at the foot of the library staircase one day because a guy from your class had asked you out then proceeded to get caught making out with his ex the day after.

It was safe to say that you never say that boy ever again, because he went missing from school for weeks before promptly transferring to another school on the opposite side of the country. You had always thought it was strange, but never questioned that incident, or questioned how Gotak always always looked so exceptionally angry whenever someone brought up his name.

Christmas rolled by, and as per usual you were getting into the spirit: shopping for presents with Baku at the winter themed mall, decorating your christmas tree with the most adorable ornaments and warm fairy lights. Hell, you were even talking about “getting with a guy because it’s romantic with the festivity and all”.

Baku just shook his head at you. “Yah, what you need to do right now is to only focus on your studies. Don’t waste your time on random men, understand?” he said sternly and you let out a groan, turning to look at Gotak.

“Help me out!” you shot him a pleading look from across the living room.

Gotak, who always laughed along and usually took your side, suddenly went unnaturally quiet. He looked away, and took a drink out of his mug of hot cocoa. “You heard your brother.” He said in a neutral tone, but his feelings of annoyance were evident on his face. “You shouldn’t be dating around.”

And so the case was closed, and you slumped your shoulders in defeat as you somberly thought about how you were going to have yet another loveless Christmas.

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Your change of feelings for Gotak was abrupt.

There was a snowstorm. You had seen the news from the television in your living room, whilst curled up on the couch doing your homework. You suddenly sat up straight, as the weatherman announced that the snowstorm may possibly last for days and was “possibly the most heavy snowstorm the town has seen in years”.

“Oh no. Gotak! He’s still outside at basketball training!” You scrambled for your phone, fingers fumbling at your phone screen and you quickly dialed his number. You bit your lip anxiously as Gotak answered.

“Gotak! Where are you?” You cried out. You could hear the howling of wind from the other end which wasn’t helping you calm your nerves. “Are you alright? Are you in the neighbourhood?”

“That’s a lot of questions,” Gotak yelled over the wind. You almost thought that you heard a chuckle. “But yeah, I’m in the neighbourhood.”

“Come to my house right now!”

“You’re that worried for me?” Gotak teased. “Alright, I’m coming right now.”

Gotak crashed out at your house for the rest of the day. He was still dressed in his basketball jersey and shorts, with a winter jacket loftily thrown over his fit. You let out a sigh of exasperation when you saw him (“You’re always so worried I get sick Gotak, but have you seen how you dress? You’re not any better than me, seriously!”) and dragged him into the living room. Gotak spent some time working on various basketball drills, weaving around the coffee table and obnoxiously doing high-knee kicks and push ups whilst you continued on your essay project, until he got bored of that and insisted that you two make something together.

Neither of you were particularly talented in baking. But the cookies you both made were fairly edible and you both had a lot of fun making them, whilst snow continued to pile up outside the kitchen window.

You were getting ready for bed before the heater broke. Groaning and cursing your bad luck, you and Gotak tried your best to fix it, but being two high school kids, you two did not have much combined IQ.

Maybe it was natural for Gotak. Maybe for him, it was just another simple, loving gesture for his best friend’s little sister, but he acted so… normal when he held you under layers of blankets, arms wrapped tight around you and breath warm on your cheek as you two’s combined body heat under the sheets were the only heaters that kept you both warm in the midst of a snowstorm.

There had never been a physical boundary between you and Gotak. You guys often hugged, hit each other, hell, you always got Gotak to help you brush your hair. But there was something so much more intimate about this.

Something just clicked inside of you, and it was as if you had just truly realised how much Gotak loved you.

“Why does the heater have to choose to break down? At this time?” you belated. It was dark under the blankets and Gotak let out a sleepy quiet sigh, as he shifted to pull you closer into his chest.

“Worst timing ever, huh…” he mumbled.

“Hey,” he said suddenly. “Have you ever kissed anyone?” He laughed to himself. “Of course not, you’re terrible with guys.”

“I swear I’ll kick you out of the blankets right now!”

Gotak’s eyes gradually opened, and then they crinkled at the corners as he grinned. Even under the dim lighting, you could tell that he found the situation funny.

“Of course not. I’ve never kissed anyone, so what’s the problem?”

“Nothing. I guess I just find it funny … anyways, I bet you’re a terrible kisser.”

You lightly punched his chest. “What’s your deal? I should kick you out of my bed right now.”

“I don’t want to.” He replied, his eyes suddenly twinkling with humor.

You grabbed him by his shoulders and try to shake him out of your bed, but he grabbed onto you for stability, one hand tight around your waist and the other on the side of your neck, his warm palms hot against your skin. He pulled you in closer for fear of falling out of bed, as he laughed. A little bit of the blanket had slipped off you both from the wrestling and moving around, and moonlight shone in through the windowsill, casting his face in this gentle glow. You could feel his breath, warm and slow, as he looked at you with those eyes.

“Honestly… I don’t understand how someone like you has never been in a relationship.” He said lightly, as he continued to hold you in a steady gaze. You watched his lips part, as if he were about to say something.

Then he gently pushed you away and fell back to sleep.

That was the day you fell for Gotak. How could you not? After what he had just said? It was safe to say that you never saw Gotak the same ever again.

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Unexpectedly falling in love with the quiet boy from school ✶ pt.1

PAIRING Yeon Sieun x fem!Reader TAGS/WARNINGS eventual smut, slow burn, fluff, mostly build up for pt 1, school romance, whc 2 setting (but it's a co ed school) (appearance of Gotak, Baku and Juntae) 1.6k wc A/N I enjoyed writing this one so I hope that you guys enjoy it too ^^

It all started with you spotting your classmate Sieun walking past as you ate by yourself in a restaurant. Excitedly, you call out to him, and he walks up to you politely, but it somehow spirals into you two having brunch together. You two spend the rest of the day together, indulging in your two’s favourite books at the corner bookstore, knees awkwardly bent as he tries to lean in closer to you, absorbed in the world of books.

By the time you two realise that it’s already dark outside, polite Sieun insists that he walks you back home. You make a snarky comment about the group of drunk people that swagger past you two and he cracks a smile for the first time. You stare at him for a second too long, because he actually looks so gentle and at ease when he’s smiling, and maybe you’re just mesmerised, but he turns and looks right back at you, his eyes all soft and intense and you have to quickly turn away before you hit a lamppost.

The first few raindrops that fall onto you seem light enough, but it doesn’t take long before the drizzle turns into an outright downpour. You let out a shriek, as you take off into the night, pushing and shoving Sieun along with you. Sieun – bless his kind heart – shields you with his textbook, even though it barely helps.

You finally reach your house and you two bound into your cozy apartment, gasping for air and getting rainwater all over the floor. Again, he’s looking at you with eyes full of worry, and you try to lighten the mood, insisting that he stays for some hot broth ramen before he leaves.

“Before we do that, you need to dry up, or you’ll catch a cold.” he chides lightly, as he grabs a towel off your clothes rack and starts to pat it all over you. Once again, you two are standing way too close, his breath is warm and fanning out across your face, his eyes focused on getting your body dry. And then he suddenly stills, almost as if he just realised the entire situation, he drops the towel, his head lowered.

“I should get going.”

You look at him, confused, but he’s already backing away towards your door. You don’t stop him, just staring at his slowly disappearing silhouette into the night. ────────────────────── .✦

It’s so damn strange. You could have sworn you two were having the time of your lives before Sieun went all quiet on you. Maybe you’re a little upset too, at the way Sieun just left you that night. But then again, what could you expect from the loner boy that studies all day? You still see him in your class, with his airpods in and his eyes focused on his work in front of him. He doesn’t make an effort to talk, or to even acknowledge you, and you try to act like you’re not hurt at all.

What you don’t realise though, is the quick sweeping stares during Physical Education, or how his eyes always find you amongst the throng of people in the cafeteria, as if it’s his second instinct. Sieun is trying so, so hard to not let his emotions get the better of him. ────────────────────── .✦

You catch a cold and end up missing school for a week. At first, Sieun tries to ignore the empty desk beside him, but when you don’t show up for two days in a row, the nagging feeling of worry starts creeping up upon him again. It eats at him, and he finds himself staring blankly at the same math equation, as his thoughts are all-consumed by you. He’s trying so hard to ignore his feelings for you, but it has gotten to a point where he has to admit that dismissing them only makes it worse. Letting out a soft sigh, he resignedly shuts his textbook and grabs his bag, heading for the door.

When the doorbell rings, you think it’s your food delivery. You groan as you drag yourself out of the comforts of your bed, and open the door. “Thanks for the food! Have a great da–”

You freeze the moment you open your tired eyes wide enough to realise that maybe your delivery driver looks a little too familiar. Sieun looks down at you from the doorway, and you could have sworn that his shoulders instantly eased at the sight of you.

“What are you doing here?”

“What does it look like?” he says impatiently. “You’re sick, aren’t you? Why did you answer the door?”

“Because there’s no one else at home…?”

Are you having a fever dream right now? Sieun at your doorstep is currently the furthest thing from what you are expecting right now. Your head starts feeling light all over again, and your knees give away, but Sieun manages to sling an arm around your shoulders before you collapse onto the ground, his arm firmly wrapped around you. He keeps you upright, and you cling onto him as you fight the wave of light-headedness, groaning quietly.

Sieun guides you into your room, an arm still firmly wrapped around you. There’s this quiet determination about him as he sets you down into your bed, placing a hand over your forehead to check your temperature, his hand almost feels cool against your burning forehead. He tries to not let his nervousness show, instead focusing on little tasks to ensure that you’re alright and taken care of, like bringing glasses of warm water to you, reading the instructions for the medicines that you have to take, and preparing warm hearty meals to his best extent. When he’s done, he sits down by foot of your bed and does his work.

The first day, he’s more reserved, keeping his distance, but he shows up on the second day after school, and the third, and he gradually lets his guard down. He teaches you the school content of that day, and you just listen, your blanket wrapped around you as you look down at him from the edge of your bed.

On the fifth day, Sieun walks into your house just to find you bounding from the kitchen, holding a tray of cookies. He stares at you for a second, and he finds himself struggling to think, your complexion looks better than it has been for the past few days and there’s this relaxed, natural smile hanging off your lips as you close the distance between him. He finds his heart beating and blood rushing to his ears.

“I feel better today, and you’ve been taking care of me for the past few days, so I thought I could bake some cookies for us to share…” Sieun instinctively reaches out to hold onto the tray. “Vanilla and raspberry. Just like how the main character from the book likes it. You know, from the bookstore…” You ramble on, as you pick up a cookie and break off a piece, bringing it to his lips. He parts them, and you guide it into his mouth, stifling a nervous giggle. “…so? Is it good?”

“Mmm. Very.” He admits.

“I noticed you had a sweet tooth.” You continue on. “That day when we spent the whole day together…” You trail off, realising that it may be a sensitive topic.

“I’m sorry. For walking off like that. It’s just…I thought I would be better off without friends. Without anyone.”

“So you thought you would make it up to me by showing up at my place everyday and taking care of me when I’m sick?”

“I would have done that even if I hadn’t felt bad.”

“Why?” You look at him as you pick up a cookie and bite down on it. To say or to not say? So, instead of answering, he simply says, “Your cookies are really good.”, and leans in close to take a bite out of the cookie from your own mouth. It’s that nervous swoony feeling in the pits of your stomach all over again, whenever Sieun is so physically close to you. The moment doesn’t last long, because he’s pulling away and chiding you about the importance of rest when one is sick whilst munching on another two cookies. You go back to complaining about how much Sieun acts like a mother hen whilst pretending like your insides aren’t currently doing backflips. ────────────────────── .✦

Everything felt different when school resumed. You find your eyes naturally moving over to Sieun, and you stare, zoned out as you admire his side profile. The little crease that forms in between his eyebrows when the teacher talks about a harder theory, and the way he sometimes taps his pen on his notebook. The funny thing is, Sieun is doing the exact same thing, looking over at you, his eyes moving back and forth from the board to you. At one point, you two look over at the exact same time, and you turn away so quickly you could have gotten whiplash, your face burning from getting caught. Even your classmates have picked up on you two’s behavior, and your friends start teasing you about it after class. It’s the same situation on Sieun’s side, with Gotak and Baku reenacting the scene from just now, in their exaggerated fashion, whilst Juntae tries to not laugh out loud for the sake of Sieun.

“If you continue acting stupid, I swear I will confess to her for you.” Baku says threateningly, wagging a finger at Sieun.

“Baku, how does Sieun have a better love life than you right now? You could seriously do better.” Gotak grins. Baku turns on him with a frown. “Gotak, I swear I’ll hit you right now! You didn’t have to remind me!”

As per usual, Juntae is the most sensible one of the three. He turns to Sieun. “Sieun, do you like her? Just be honest.”

“Is that even a question?” Gotak asks incredulously whilst batting away Baku’s swats. “Have you seen the way he looks at her?”

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✶ PERCY JACKSON SERIES ✶

MDNI 18+, nsfw themes ૮ . . ྀིა⁩ ...and I will only be posting the fics that I like on here ‎♡‧₊˚ requests are open

°˖➴ Nico Di-Angelo

Nico almost loses it when he sees you get hurt during the war

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✶ SMALLVILLE ✶

MDNI 18+, nsfw themes ૮ . . ྀིა⁩ ...and I will only be posting the fics that I like on here ‎♡‧₊˚ requests are open

°˖➴ Clark Kent

Submissive and needy Clark, nsfw

Red K Clark gets jealous when you come home late, nsfw

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✶ WEAK HERO CLASS ✶

MDNI 18+, nsfw themes ૮ . . ྀིა⁩ ...and I will only be posting the fics that I like on here ‎♡‧₊˚ requests are open

°˖➴ Multi !

How they react when you ask “Wanna have ramyeon together back at my place?”

°˖➴ Yeon Sieun

Falling in love with the quiet boy from school pt 1

Yeon Sieun using you as a stress reliever, nsfw

°˖➴ Go Hyuntak

Broken heater pt 1

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“Wanna have ramyeon back at my place?”

SYNOPSIS You ask them the infamous question and how they react ⋆˚꩜｡

PAIRINGS Sieun | Suho | Hyun-Tak | Humin x reader

TAGS/ WARNINGS fluff, slight suggestive content

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Sieun

His eyes widen as he looks up from his work, his fingers tightening slightly around his pen.

“What?” He’s not sure if he heard right. Teasingly, you lean in closer to him.

“I said, wanna have ramyeon together back at my place? You need to take a break anyways, you’ve been studying for the whole day.” You complain, looking at him with sad puppy eyes. He’s trying so hard to not show his fluster, but the tip of his ears are turning pink and his pen is digging so hard into his textbook that it might poke a hole.

“I…I’m not…” You grab his hand and try to lead him out of the empty classroom, but he grips your hand hard and yanks you right back. You turn, staggering as you meet his wide eyes, and you can’t help but notice how his ears are turning an even deeper shade of red at record pace.

“Are you trying to start something?” His tone is quiet but dangerous.

“Start what?” You simply blink up at him, feigning innocence.

He makes a small disbelieving noise in the back of his throat. “You think I don’t know what you’re trying to do?”

“I just want some ramyeon…” you say, tilting your head, tone deliberately casual. “What else could I possibly mean?”

Sieun’s eyes grow lidded as his grip on you tightens.

“Fine,” he finally says, tossing his textbook back into his bag. “Let’s do as you say. But I hope you like it hot, because I don’t do mild.”

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Suho

Suho nearly falls out of his chair. To be fair, he was rocking it back and forth, so it’s totally his fault that he’s struggling to stabilize himself whilst he looks at you with the most scandalising expression.

“What are you trying to do?” he chokes out. Then he grabs his textbook and smacks it on your head. You let out a yelp of protest as he begins chasing you around with his textbook.

“Come here,” he demands. “Let me hit you one more time for what you just said.”

“I just wanna have ramyeon! What’s wrong with that?” You complain, as you dodge a whack. Suho tries to chase you around a desk, and you both go in circles, until he jumps over the desk and wraps his arms around you.

“Hey! Get off of me!” You’re shrieking and trying to stifle your giggles as he straddles you.

“You can’t just say this to any boy, you hear?” Suho wags a finger at you.

“Any boy?”

“Only me. Only say it to me.” He flashes you a grin. “Let’s go, we’ll make them my way.”

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Humin (Baku)

You nudge him playfully as you both linger outside your door.

“Wanna have ramyeon back at my place?”

He freezes mid-step as he turns to look at you. “Wait, what? Are we talking noodles or…you know…‘ramyeon’?”

You raise an eyebrow. “What do you think?”

Pink slowly creeps into his cheeks as you continue to look him square in the eyes.

“YAH! Don’t say stuff like that so casually! Are you feeling unwell or something? Huh?” His hand reaches out to press against your forehead.

You grin in response as you gently brush his hand away. “So… is that a yes?”

He grins, rubbing the back of his neck. “Of course it’s a yes…but only if there’s actual ramyeon too… unbelievable… I was just trying to walk you home.”

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Hyun-Tak (Gotak)

Hyun-Tak just laughs, his gaze momentarily flicking to the side before they return to you.

“Depends…are we eating first or later?” He leans in closer, his gaze so steady and unrelenting that your composure begins to waver.

“Uhm…I…” What the hell did he just say? You’re supposed to be the slick, flirty one right now. So why is your face burning and your heart beating out of your chest right now?

Hyun-Tak grins. “You okay? You were talking a big game just a minute ago.”

You force a laugh as you try to collect yourself. “Well… I just wasn’t expecting you to actually flirt back.”

“Why not?” he says softly. “You think I’ve been coming all this way just for the small talk?”

“So,” he says, voice low and eyes teasing, “is it ramyeon, or something else?”

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Ok I gonna be so honest when I say this

The Nico di Angelo smut fic so good I need another 😔💥🗣

tysmmm bbg <3333 i’ll let yalls know when i enter another emo boy phase … but IF i do write another fic maaaybe it’s gonna be a threesome with an additional percy jackson

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SUMMARY Submissive and needy Clark ❀

WARNINGS/TAGS MDNI 18+, explicit content, mentions of fingering, groping, you two do it in the news room in school, subby Clark

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“Hnngh – fuck, we can’t be doing this right now,” Clark gasps, his breath stuttering as you push him up against the wall of the news room. His face is pink, his pupils blown wide and a slutty look on his face. You have both of your hands on his shoulders, pushing him down onto the wooden floor. and his mouth is slightly agape as he stares up at you with wide, needy eyes.

You giggle as you nip at his neck. “That’s why you have to be quiet, pretty boy.”

He’s just so responsive, moaning and whimpering, a hand clasped over his mouth in a futile attempt to stifle how loud he is. 

“Nnngh, need you right now. Please.” His hand slides down to grab at the plush of your ass. You bite back a groan when his fingers trail downwards, pushing your panties aside and sliding his thick long fingers right into your dripping pussy.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me, baby.” He leans forward, capturing your lips in his as he greedily kisses you and swallowing your moans. “So gorgeous. My girl.” His fingers curl at these words, deliciously hitting and pressing against your sweet spot.

You let out a sharp gasp as the sensation makes your knees buckle. He’s quick to notice, grabbing your hips with his other unoccupied hand and holding you in place and he continues to fuck his fingers into your cunt.

It’s obscene, with the loudness of the wet squelching sounds that your needy pussy makes for him, the plap plap plap sounds that echo across the room.

And him — a fucked-out expression on his face as he stares up with you. His eyes follow every movement, every reaction that he draws out from you, like the needy greedy bunny that he is.

He looks at you like it’s taking all his willpower to hold himself back.

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SYNOPSIS Clark gets jealous and possessive when you come home late because you were out with your guy friend. ✶⋆.˚

(So he makes you call him whilst he fucks you.)

WARNING/TAGS MDNI 18+, explicit content, mentions of phone sex, jealous/ possessive sex, pwp, fingering, cunnilingus, slight breeding kink, mean Clark, red kryptonite Clark. 1K words

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“You’re home late.”

You nearly drop your purse. Whipping around, you see your boyfriend sitting with his arms crossed and manspreading on the couch. His brows knit even further as he takes in the skimpy little outfit that you’re currently wearing.

“Sorry,” you hastily apologise as you cross the room. But he stands, dwarfing you instantly as he slowly walks towards you, backing you up against the wall.

“No texts, no calls,” Clark says quietly, as he tips his head towards you to look you square in the eyes. “Whilst you’re just out there having fun with your guy friend.”

Pink creeps into your cheeks. “You know I would never do anything with them—”

Your phone starts buzzing in your pocket and you silently curse as you pull out your phone to stare down at the caller ID.

Your guy friend is calling at the worst possible time.

“What? Pick up the phone, darling, don't you need to answer his call?” It’s clear in Clark’s tone that you’re not being asked, you’re being told.

With trembling hands, you answer the phone.

“Hey,” Your friend says cheerily from the other side of the phone. “Did you get home safe?”

You wince at his choice of words. Looking back at Clark, he’s sliding down to his knees in front of you, hands firmly planted around your waist as his eyes are level with your core. You look down at him, and he simply looks back at you challengingly.

“Go on.” He says, quiet enough so that your guy friend doesn’t hear him. He stares straight up at you as his hands push up the material of your skirt, bunching it around your waist.

You try to collect yourself as you continue talking to your friend. “Yes, of course! You don’t have to—”

Clark pushes your panties to the side, his warm breath ghosting over your exposed cunt. Already, you can feel arousal dripping at your core.

“ —worry about me — nnngh!”

Without warning, Clark latches onto your dripping pussy. His tongue feels hot against your clit, as he swirls it around like a lollipop. A soft gasp escapes your lips as your body arches instinctively into his touch.

“Are you okay?” Genuine worry creeps into your friend’s voice. Biting your lip, you look down at Clark pleadingly. He just smirks back up at you, and you can feel his smirk against your sensitive little nub. “Yeah … so, um … why are you calling me?”

“Oh yeah. I was actually wondering if I could come over to your place for a short while, you know? I thought we had alot of fun just now and…”

Clark’s finger slips into your pussy and you moan out loud before you can even stop yourself, his thick, long fingers deliciously stretching out your tight walls.

If your earlier groans slipped by unnoticed, this one is unmistakable. Fuck. Your friend definitely heard it. So Clark just pulls the phone out of your hands, standing to his full height as he manhandles you against the wall, your tits pressed up against the cool surface.

“You wanna come over, huh?” He says into the phone. You hear the sound of a belt unbuckling behind you, and then his length is pressing up against your ass, sliding down a little to rub against your swollen clit.

And then he’s pushing his hard cock into your dripping wet pussy, rubbing against that sweet spot of yours that makes your eyes roll to the back of your head.

All whilst he’s holding the speaker of the phone to where your hips connect.

The wet plap plap plap sounds are obscene everytime he drives his cock into you. Clark just laughs meanly, as he grabs onto your hips to thrust harder into you. You’re a moaning mess, drunk on his cock, drunk on how good he makes your cunt feel.

“Maybe you can come over to watch. How’s that sound?” Clark muses into the phone, momentarily pulling back his hips just to snap harder into you, his balls slapping against your clit.

You let out another moan as you feel a delicious pressure building in your core. Clark senses it too, with the way you’re tightening around his length, and he hangs up, tossing the phone to the side as he picks you up like you weigh nothing and lays you down onto the couch, all whilst his length is still buried deep inside of you.

“Close, huh?” His tone is condescending, mean as he thrusts into you once more. A hand reaches out to brush the hair out of your eyes and the other slides down to thumb at your clit. You nod desperately, as you feel the pressure reach a tipping point.

“Then cum for me. Cum on my cock because no one can make you feel as good as I do.”

You let out a cry as your body spasms around him. You come hard and with his name on your tongue. Clark fucks you through the orgasm, rubbing tight little circles into your throbbing clit. He leans down to kiss you.

“So good,” he groans, as he reaches his own high, warm cum spurting out and filling your cunt. Clark fucks his cum into you as he kisses you, his soft hot lips fighting against yours. And when he pulls out, he reaches down to press against your entrance, as if he’s trying to prevent his cum from leaking out. You let out a little yelp from the sensitivity.

Realisation finally dawns on you. “Clark… you just… in front of my friend…”

Clark’s eyes narrow. “Looks like you haven’t learnt your lesson yet, huh? Do I need to teach you another?”

Already, his lips are on your neck, kissing and sucking hickeys onto the most revealing, obvious parts of your neck. His hand slides down your body once more to cup at your pussy, completely covering your pussy with how big his hand is.

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SYNOPSIS AU in which Zayne becomes your mental health psychiatrist

WARNINGS/TAGS MDNI 18+, explicit content, mentions of riding, office sex, slight angst, slight fluff and comfort, no proofread, talks about mental wellbeing

A/N This is only a slight deviation from the actual story but yea I hope you enjoy <3 Also my first time writing a full Zayne fic

Psychiatrist!Zayne who meets you the first time for your mental illness diagnosis. He doesn’t press, just listens to your troubles and silently takes down notes. You’ve never opened up as much as you have to this handsome doctor you just met an hour ago, never felt as vulnerable and comfortable. He senses your distress, and when you start choking up a little he reaches over to rest his hand on top of yours. His eyes are surprisingly gentle up close, even behind the pair of glasses, and his touch is soothing, like tasty sleep syrup or a warm blanket.

Psychiatrist!Zayne who meets you for your second checkup to run some tests. When he pulls out a small packet for a blood test, you instantly tense up. Truth is, you despise blood tests. Zayne notices this too, his watchful eyes scanning the way your body reacts as his glasses slip a little lower on his nose bridge. “Scared?” You nod numbly. Without a second word, Zayne slips his hand into yours, slender fingers threading through yours. You stare at him, surprised, but before you can say anything, he’s already pulling away with a vial full of your own blood. That’s when you notice the single bead of blood ebbing out of your little wound and the slight sting that follows. Zayne holds up your arm as he carefully applies a plaster on you. You look at him, eyes wide. Maybe Zayne only did that to distract you or … so as to comfort you, despite his usual stern and calm composure.

Psychiatrist!Zayne who calls you on a Sunday night. You pick up, surprised when you hear his voice on the other end. “Doctor Li?” “Apologies for calling so late, but the results for your report just came out…” And so you two start talking about the diagnosis, the tests, and finally you start berating him about the antic he pulled on you when he was taking your blood test. “It worked, didn’t it?” You could almost detect a hint of amusement in his usual stern tone and you scowl. “You hold all of your patients’ hands?” You demand into the phone. “Nope, only the ones whose heart rate spikes when I’m checking their heartbeat.” Your jaw drops and you’re relieved that he can’t see the gobsmacked look on your face right now. “Well, I’m always like that around doctors.” You reply indignantly and Zayne has the audacity to actually laugh. And before you know it … you two are talking into the night, with your phone rested on the bed and you lying on your stomach. You try to fight your drowsiness, but eventually your eyelids grow too heavy and you’re pulled into a deep sleep.

Psychiatrist!Zayne who doesn’t hang up even after you fall asleep. You wake up, your face still smushed into the side of your pillow, and that’s when you notice your glowing screen. Scrambling onto your feet, you accidentally knock your phone to the ground. There’s a short pause from Zayne’s side before he speaks, “Snoring can actually be caused by nasal congestion, poor sleep position—” “I don’t snore!” You protest, your face burning. Zayne lets out a disbelieving “huh” which you choose to ignore.

Psychiatrist!Zayne who starts calling you every night. At first, it’s to talk about your reports, but it always ends up spiralling into late night calls. One night, when things get really bad, your fingers trembling on your screen as you press the first contact that appears on your list – the one that says last call at 8am – Zayne answers in a few rings. “Sorry, give me a moment. I have an analysis that’s due tomorrow.” “Okay,” you say, but Zayne instantly notices the way your voice is trembling. Your quiet sniffles. He notices something is wrong. “Hey,” he says, his voice soft but urgent. Something in you breaks at that, and then you’re full on crying as wave after wave of tears leak out of your stinging eyes. “I’m coming over.” You don’t want to trouble him, and you try to tell him that through your tears, but he has already hung up.

Psychiatrist!Zayne who’s at your doorstep in minutes. You open the door, to see him in his dark coat, his raven hair slightly mussed from the wind and from the hurry. He doesn’t say a further word before he pulls you into a hug. His body feels so firm and steady against yours, and it calms you down a little, you think a hug from him can cure millions, as he gently leads you into your own house, shutting the door behind you two as he pulls you down onto the couch. You two just lay there, with his arms wrapped securely around you, stroking your hair gently as he whispers words of comfort into your ear. And you just cry, your face buried into the soft material of his large coat. When you fall asleep this time, you’re not separated by distance.

Psychiatrist!Zayne who gets a little flustered the next time you meet him in his office. You find it funny, a whole 6’1” man who can’t hold your eye contact before his face starts turning a little pink. “I’m trying to stay professional here,” he finally bursts out, fingers tightly gripping his clipboard. “So if you can stop looking at me like that…” “Like what?” You wonder out loud. “Maybe I need more than just emotional support.” “And what are you trying to imply?” He draws closer to you, backing you up against the wall. “Tell me.” You don’t reply, just stare silently at his lips. And when they finally brush up against your own lips, you kiss him back hungrily until you two are just making out against his wall. He grabs you by your waist, hoists you up onto the medical bed, and goes right back to kissing you, a hand holding your face and the other still wrapped around your waist. When he slips a tongue into your mouth, you let out a moan, and instantly you feel something harden, pressing into your aching heat.

Psychiatrist!Zayne who makes you ride him in his own office, your body bouncing up and down as you repeatedly sink back onto his rock hard cock which rubs deliciously against your sweet spot. You’re whimpering, hands gripping his firm broad shoulders for support, and Zayne just watches you ride his cock, a slightly fucked out expression on his face. When your thighs start burning, and your pace starts slowing, Zayne simply grabs onto your hips and pulls you back down to meet his thrusts, using you like some sort of fleshlight, and the thought of that sends you over the edge, your clit catching onto his crotch and rubbing against it as you’re pulled down on his length once more. You come so hard you practically see stars. Zayne easingly lifts you off his cock, still rock hard and tip leaking, so you reach over, hands curling into a fist as you glide your hand up and down his length. Zayne groans your name as spurts of white shoot out from his length. “God,” he gasps, his cock still pulsating and throbbing around your hand. “More than emotional support, huh?”

Psychiatrist!Zayne who has a slightly dazed look in his eyes for the rest of the day. When his colleagues ask him about the strange noises coming from his office, Zayne pretends to be confused. “Must be the wind,” he says lightly.

(Sure… )

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i rarely find real men hot but

SMALLVILLE 4.14 | Krypto

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sex with caleb and your entire body just smells like him afterwards, it’s so intoxicating and you can’t seem to get rid of his scent no matter how hard you try to wash it off, probably because he purposely made sure to fuck his scent into you, brand you so that you will always be reminded that he fucked you so good

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SYNOPSIS Cute movie date with Caleb where you drag him into a photobooth afterwards ⋆˙⟡♡

TAGS DAA academy setting, tooth rotting fluff, it gets a little heated, Caleb won’t stop kissing you in the photobooth, Caleb shows he’s taken afterwards. 1.1K words

A/N Back with another wholesome fluffy Caleb fic (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

When Caleb had asked you to the movies with him, you were practically giddy with delight and excitement.

He was almost shy when he asked you out, with a hand carding through his hair and a shy expression on his face, his lips quirked into a small smile when he dropped the question.

“Hey… are you free on Sunday? Because I’d really love to take you out to the movies.” He dips his head down to level your faces, palms on the desk as he leans his body towards you.

Yes yes yes yes absolutely!! Your mind screams, but you just coolly smile back at him.

“Yes I wouldn’t mind.” You reply with an air of casualness, putting on a nonchalant facade. Caleb just grins and laughs in your face.

“Don’t be late, pips.” He gently flicks your forehead and quickly runs off to catch up with his friends.

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Sunday rolls around and you find yourself sitting beside the cutest boy ever, a bucket of caramel popcorn on your lap and Caleb whispering nonsense into your ear and cracking jokes at the main character’s expense.

Caleb, it turns out, is the most hyperactive, ADHD person you’ve ever had to watch a movie with. And it surprises you that you find it so endearing, the way he keeps on looking at you at the funny scenes or how he keeps on getting distracted by you, his hand that’s about to feed a popcorn into his mouth frozen midair as he looks at you like you’re a greek goddess.

“Caleb — you’re so loud, ugh,” you gripe, pretending to be annoyed.

“And your hands are freezing.” Caleb’s warm hand slides into yours. It feels so natural you’re taken aback and blushing a little at his move.

Caleb’s hand is still in yours when the movie ends and you two shuffle out of the cinema. Neither of you bring this up as Caleb uses it to drag you around the mall. You’re a little scared to eye anything longer than a few seconds or Caleb will try to get it for you.

“This mall is massive — ohmygod a photobooth!” You suddenly squeal, failing to contain your excitement as you lug him towards the colourful cubicle. Caleb holds his stomach in laughter, his eyes twinkling as he looks at you with amusement.

“Really? This is what catches your eye?”

“Shut up and get in.” You’re haughty as you shove him into the space and swing the curtains shut. Caleb is pushed onto the seat, his eyes wide and staring up at you as you loom over him. He quickly stops and turns to study the screen in front of him, which displays the filter and photo frame options.

“Hmm.” Caleb’s fingers press away at the screen whilst you’re looking over at the assortment of props.

“Caleb, don’t mess — “ The buttons start blinking before you can even finish your sentence.

“Caleb!” Already, the timer on the screen is going off. 15, 14, 13 seconds… You groan as you quickly position yourself in place, in front of the camera. “I haven’t even thought about our poses yet!” You complain, hurriedly jamming an apple headband onto his head.

“We’ll be fiiiine…”

The first picture is normal enough: Caleb giving you the classic bunny ears.

The camera shuttle goes off and you’re given the countdown for the second picture.

“What pose should we — “ You begin, but Caleb already has plans, wrapping his arms around your body and pulling you close to him.

“Smile.” Caleb tells you under his breath, his breath warm on your neck.

The screen mirrors the sight: Caleb nuzzling up to you and you looking caught off guard, surprised maybe.

So why is your heart pounding in your chest right now?

Caleb doesn’t pull away for the third picture. Instead, he’s angling his head towards you.

“I think this pose will look good.” With that, he leans forward to kiss your cheek, his arms still resting around your shoulders. A tingling sensation radiates from where his lips meet your skin, and your face feels so hot you’re certain Caleb can feel it too.

The shuttle goes off and you instantly pull away from him to punch him on his shoulder.

“Caleb! Give me a warning next time before you do things like these!” You huff, flustered and embarrassed.

“Do things like what? We’ve done worse.”

“Oh my god!” You grab him by the shoulders and shake him, but Caleb just seizes this opportunity once more to swoop in and kiss you once more. On the lips.

Caleb pulls away after a fraction of a second, but you pull him right back in and kiss him back.

If he’s going to act like a tease, so will you.

Caleb’s body jolts slightly at your touch, but he’s instantly kissing you back like a starving man.

When you groan softly, he uses this opportunity to slip his tongue in, pushing you harder up against the wall as you two make out.

You try to gain a sense of your composure, but you can’t stop getting drunk off on his soft, sweet lips.

You two don’t even realise it when the camera clicks.

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You’re about to enter class when you see a group of girls come out, shoulders slouched and moping looks on their faces. Curiously, you peek your head in.

Caleb’s standing there, holding his phone in his hand as he talks to Gideon, arms crossed and leaning casually against the desk. He instantly lights up when he spots you from the doorway.

“Hey! I was just about to show Gideon a funny cat video. Wanna see?” He lifts up his phone, and as you approach him, the back of his clear phone case becomes a little more visible — the phone case reflecting light off of the photobooth pictures.

The first frame being the one where Caleb is kissing you on the cheek, arms wrapped around you, whilst you’re just looking aloof and flustered. It’s incredibly wholesome compared to the second frame — you being pressed up against the wall by him, lips glued to yours.

The photo so clearly captures what you two were in the middle of doing, with the way his hand is entangled in your hair and other grasping at your waist.

You look back up at him, mouth open in shock.

“Caleb…” You say slowly. “Your phone case…”

“What?” Caleb looks genuinely confused. “I need to show the other girls that I’m already taken.”

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