#and he pulls away with a smirk and all your lipstick smeared across his mouth

[nateezfics]

does anyone else constantly think about smeared lipstick paradigm hongjoong or is it just me.

[babygorewhore]

Perverted

Rafe Cameron x virgin reader

When Rafe offers you a ride home, he reveals he knows your dirty little secret.

Part of Dolly and Morgan’s blurb prompt game! W.C 1.5K! Dividers by @xxbimbobunnyxx

Warnings! Masturbation! Daddy kink! Unprotected sex! Spanking! Choking! Quickie! Oral! Fem receiving! Virginity loss! Small amount of blood! Perv!reader kinda! Degrading and praise! You’re Barry’s sister! Not proofread!

Sneaking into Rafe Cameron’s room was probably a bad idea but your brother Barry already told you he wasn’t going to pick you up tonight if you went to this party. So, Rafe offered you a ride home a few minutes ago and you made up an excuse that you needed to powder your nose. When really…you needed a souvenir.

You tip toed around, finding his desk and you took one of his pens. You shoved it in your purse and quickly exited, shutting his door. Rushing out of the house, your short black skirt rode up as you jogged to his car. A spike of adrenaline heat your veins as you opened the passenger door, your heart pounding. It wasn’t the first time you’d taken something of Rafe’s. Not by a long shot. And one time…when you came over, you overheard him jerking off in his room, riding his pillow. When he left, you went inside and licked up his mess.

The collection of pens you took, a shirt and pair of boxers, you used to touch yourself with. Creaming all over anything of his you could get. You slide in the seat, listening to the music coming from Rafe’s radio and glances over to you. You look down, seeing your skirt hiked up so high you can almost see your panties underneath but you leave it.

“You remember my address, right?” You ask and he nods.

“Mhm, been there before remember?” He says and pulls out of the driveway. You’re mindful not to bite your lip not wanting to smear your lipstick but your nerves cause your knee to bounce as he starts to take another way to your house.

“Thought you knew how to get there.” You mumble and look at him. Rafe smirks, his SnapBack secure on his head as his muscular hand grips the steering wheel.

“I do, baby. Don’t play dumb. You know what I’m doin.” He chuckles as your cheeks heat up and you swallow.

With all your dirty thoughts, skilled fingers that knew your body well and foul mouth whenever you imagined this moment, the reality always managed to slip your mind.

You’re a virgin.

No one knew and they wouldn’t believe you if you said. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to fuck anyone rather it was that you wanted to fuck Rafe. And you waited. You gave it time. Made sure to always be around whenever Barry spoke to him, despite your brother’s clear distain for the idea, and you managed to get an invite to this party tonight.

Rafe pulled into an empty parking lot, one not too far away from your neighborhood and he shut off the car. You took a deep breath, mustering the courage to look at him again.

“You went in my room again, didn’t you?” The glint in his eye made you aware that lying wouldn’t work.

“I can explain-“ You stammer but he starts laughing and leans in close.

“Yeah? And how’s that, princess? Why don’t you explain to me what you did with my shit you stole?” Your face burns from getting caught but the way he looks at you, hungrily and bordering on desperate makes you grab the back of his head. You slam your lips to his in a searing, heated kiss and you shove your tongue in his mouth.

Rafe moans before his palm firmly grips your ass, pulling you across the seat and sitting you on top of his lap. He nips your lower lip before smacking your ass, sliding his hand up your back into your hair. “God damn, baby. Didn’t think you’d be so fucking aggressive,” He says against your mouth and you grind down on his covered cock.

Your fingers tangle in his hair and you pull his head back, lips finding his neck. You drag your tongue along his skin before sucking underneath his jaw. Rafe reached underneath your skirt, ripping your panties off and his fingers swirled your swollen pulsing clit. You didn’t expect him to be slow with you and you didn’t want him to. You wanted him and your slick pussy fluttered as he tugged down his pants.

“I want you so fucking bad. Touching myself isn’t enough, baby. I need you-“ You whine as his cock slaps against his thigh and he taps the tip against your clit a few times.

“Yeah? You fuckin needy girl. Need my dick to fill you up and split you in half, baby girl?” With an inhale, you sink down and your eyebrows pinch together from the pressure.

You accidentally make a wincing noise before Rafe’s fingers slip inside your mouth, making you drool on them as your discomfort morphs into pleasure. His dick drives into you, hard and deep as you bounce on him, your ass moving as your hands settle on the seat.

“That’s it, princess. Bounce on daddy’s cock, cream on it. Being such a good little slut for me, huh?” His words make your cunt pulse around him as you rock your hips harder, your clit rubbing against his shaft. You were already getting close.

Your moans shift into whimpers as your eyes squeeze shut, your orgasm hitting you quickly as you shriek and tremble on his dick. Rafe makes a surprised noise but he keeps thrusting upward, his wet fingers wrapping around your neck.

“That good, huh? Cumming already?” Rafe’s movements speed up and soon you feel his creamy substance spill into you, your pussy pooling as you squeal. Your head falls into his neck and your hands find his chest.

You both sit there and breathe heavily for a few seconds before you start to climb off him. But when you glance down, you see a small amount of blood on your inner thighs. Rafe’s eyebrows shoot up. “Are you a virgin? Were you a virgin?”

You swallow and nod making him groan.

“Fuck, baby. Why didn’t you say?”

“Why would it matter? It felt good,” You begin but Rafe makes you stop short by leaning forward, his eyes flickering to your lap.

“Princess, we can do better than a quickie in my fuckin car. Hold tight, I’m taking you back to my house.” He starts the car and you pull out your phone, seeing texts from Barry.

“And tell Barry you’ll be home tomorrow.”He adds making you smirk as you click off your phone.

When you get to Rafe’s room, he wastes no time lifting you up and tossing you on the bed. You rise to your elbows, skirt riding up to expose your bare cunt. He leans down, resting his hands on your knees, tugging your knee socks. “Fuckin perv. Stealing my shit, riding me in the car only to be a little virgin?” he shakes his head with a dark chuckle before yanking you forward, spreading your legs apart.

“Gonna taste this pussy, princess. Lick up all the cum since you’re being a fuckin slut for me,” He shoves his face in your pussy, tongue flicking against your clit before sucking it between his soft lips. Your head throws back against the bed and your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling hard.

He moans and moves his head around, shoving his tongue inside you before lewdly lapping your swollen center. “You taste so fuckin good, baby. I want you to cum on my face, ride my jaw like the good whore you are,” He offers a slap to the side of your ass.

You hump his face, tits bouncing from how hard you’re moving as he slurps and sucks you. Rafe adds two fingers inside, curling them to hit the sweet spot in you. You cry out, cumming all over his mouth and fingers, giving him more slick as he tongue fucks you through it. “Good fucking girl, Angel.” He praises before pulling away, sucking his fingers clean.

“Fuck me again, daddy. I need you inside me,” You pull him down on top of you, kissing him and tasting the leftover cum. Rafe sucks on your tongue before he presses your knees to your chest and manages to take off his pants.

He smears your arousal with the tip of his dick before he slides it down to your entrance and your cunt takes him in effortlessly.

The angle he has you makes him move so deep inside you, it almost feels like you’ll burst but your eyes roll back as his balls slap against your ass. Rafe’s free hand wraps around your throat as he rocks his pelvis in and out, “shit, princess, you feel so fucking good. Nobody else gets to touch you but me. Say it,”

“No one else,” You whimper as he pounds into you.

Rafe captures your lips in a kiss, sucking your lower lip as you get close to your third release. “Mhm, you’re a freak, huh? I can fuckin tell. I’m gonna make those dirty thoughts come true, baby. You won’t have to sneak in here anymore, just use me whenever you want.”

He cums inside you and your own peak follows almost at the same time. Your sounds mix with his thick moans as he lets go of your throat; moving to squeeze your tit as he pushes his seed deeper in you. “You’re mine now, princess. Gonna fuck you all night. Can’t get enough of this sweet pussy,”

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[hysteria-things]

DRUNKEN DECISIONS

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: chris x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: your night takes a turn with a sexy stranger on his birthday.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: VERY SUGGESTIVE, swearing, drinking, making out, ass grabbing, spanking

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 505

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this is part one out of (possibly three if i decide to make a part two of this) for their birthday fics! matt’s will hopefully come tomorrow… it depends on what happens with my move.

this song is such a club song in my opinion, so that’s why i chose it. i pictured them grinding tf on each other to this😋

how could “i’m chris; i’m y/n!” turn into this? the position you are in right now is a great one, but how you got here involved a lot of alcohol and 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

to put it simply enough, on this particular thursday, you and your friends decided to have a girls' night out. schedule conflicts and life overall have made it harder for you guys to get together, but tonight was the only free night you have until further notice.

because of typical girlhood, your friends ushered you to go and talk to him when they caught the mysterious boy giving you eyes from across the room. “the night is young!” they kept telling you, so, you went for it. this isn’t your first rodeo with a random guy at the club. did you have any ounce of thought that you’d be in a limo sucking face with him? absolutely not.

you have not a clue as to where you’re going. all you remember is chris telling you to come join his brothers and friends to a birthday after party at his house. you didn’t even know birthday after-parties were a thing. before getting insanely drunk, you learned that it was his and his triplet brothers' 21st.

it’s ridiculous how turned on you are right now. your nipples are perked to their hardest, his hands gripping your ass beneath your short dress while his tongue explores your mouth. he tastes like alcohol, but so do you. pulling away to take a breather, you gulp the smirnoff vodka bottle you dug out from the limousine cooler before he dives in for more of your taste.

“can this not wait until we get back to the house? fucking christ.” nick, who’s surprisingly the most sober out of you two, snarks in disgust.

chris pulls away, looking at you with bloodshot eyes as you smile wide, taking your thumb and rubbing some spit from his bottom lip. the lipstick you were once wearing is now smeared on his mouth messily, his lips puffy from kissing you for so long. “you’re just mad i can score a bitch and you can’t.” he slurs, smirking smugly at his sibling while smacking your ass hard. your cheek rests on him as you two look at the grossed out nick next to you.

“fucking nasty.” he murmurs a reply, turning his head to block you guys from his point of view. you grip onto chris’s jaw, turning his head back to you and hungrily smacking your lips on his once again. you’re too out of it to notice, but he’s hard beneath you, and you’re wet on top of him. your moans rush down his throat, hoping this ride back to their place is never going to end.

if it were up to chris, he’d fuck you in front of everybody here without a care in the world. he doesn’t do that, of course, but perhaps he does do something later on in the night. alas, that’s a story for another time.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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[moonbeamwritings]

“Nanamiiiinn,” Gojo croons, dragging out the end of that stupid nickname with a knowing smirk. Nanami heaves a sigh at the sound. It's tolerable enough coming from Itadori, sure, but it's insufferable when Nanami knows Gojo is using it to goad him on.

“I didn’t take you for that kind of guy,” Gojo continues when Nanami doesn't answer. He bends at the waist to speak into Nanami’s ear, a hand curling around the back of his chair to trap him in the seat. “Comin’ into work with lipstick smeared all over your face.”

Nanami can't help but roll his eyes. "Ha ha. I'm not whipping out my phone just so you'll say 'HA! Made you look!'" Gojo's attempted the same juvenile prank one too many times for Nanami to have any sort of faith in this new line of teasing.

"Oh?" Gojo's stepped around the table to drop into the seat across from him, a smirk evident on his features. "Don't believe me, huh?"

Before Nanami can stop him, Gojo is pulling out his phone and taking a picture with an audible click. Smugly, he turns the screen so Nanami can see for himself.

The photo reveals a shiny pink smudge across the high point of his cheek and dotted on the corner of his lips. Nanami's nose wasn't spared in the onslaught either it seems, one mark crossing the bridge while the other is perfectly placed on the tip.

"It's a good look for you!" Gojo assures him, smiling down at the photo. "It's not every day I get to see you look so..." He thinks for a moment. "Soft."

Nanami rolls his eyes, again, and rubs the pad of his thumb at the corner of his mouth. "You're insufferable."

Gojo's mouth is agape. "I won't take credit for such a masterpiece, Nanamin. You know me better than that!" The comment seems to spark something in the other sorcerer's mind, and Nanami does not like the look that crosses his face. Not one bit. "But I have my suspicions as to who our little lipstick owner may be."

When Gojo starts marking the possible suspects by counting on his fingers, Nanami decides to quit while he's ahead and see himself out, his quiet time thoroughly ruined. He moves to stand, but Kugisaki and Itadori enter the room before he can get too far.

The teens greet the pair, and Nanami has one foot out the door when Kugisaki's eyes narrow in on him. He feels stuck beneath it, like he's suddenly trapped in quicksand.

She gestures to his nose. "You've got something there." A pause. "And there."

"I'm aware, thank you."

"Is it-" Itadori leans closer to inspect the situation, too. This is nightmarish, Nanami thinks, embarrassed at being so scrutinized. "Is it lipstick?"

Gojo's response is snide. Immediate. "It is."

Nanami shoots him a glare over Kugisaki's shoulder. Oh, if looks could kill.

"I've seen this shade before." Kugisaki says, fixing Itadori with a puzzled expression. "Do you think it's-"

The whole interaction is innocent, Nanami knows. The teens aren't trying to rake him over the coals. They're not intending to prolong his suffering. But with every second of debate, Gojo's grin only grows, the answer to the mystery coming closer and closer to his grasp.

Kugisaki's face alights with excitement when she finally puts a face and name to her thought. "Oh, I know!"

Oh no.

Your name falls from Kugisaki's lips as if in slow motion. Every letter, every agonizing second drawn out in near comedic fashion.

The look on Nanami's face must give him away because Gojo is up out of his chair in record time, an accusatory finger pointing in his direction. "I knew it! I knew you two were a thing!"

Nanami ignores the display entirely, nodding politely at the students. "Have a nice afternoon, you two."

He retreats down the hallway to the echoing sounds of Gojo's elation, making his way towards the nearest bathroom to rid himself of the pink marks. Nanami had noticed your lipstick this morning, had even complimented it, and he was clearly so wrapped up in your kisses that he hadn't thought to check for any evidence of them as he made his way out the door.

You're partially to blame, Nanami decides as his phone starts to vibrate with messages from you – no doubt having already seen the picture Gojo took. You could've, should've, warned him before he left the apartment looking like this.

He reluctantly opens his phone to half a dozen texts from you, ranging from telling him how funny it all was to how cute he looked with little kiss marks all over his face.

This is all your fault.

The three dots pop up, and then: You weren't complaining this morning!

He wasn't, that much he can't deny. Nanami would've stood there all morning accepting kisses if you'd let him.

My reputation is ruined.

It adds to your charm!

Nanami starts to remove the lipstick as best he can, but he knows it won't make much difference. Gojo will still tease him for it, and you'll still pepper his face with kisses every time you see him — lipstick or not.

[jjunieworld]

── ೀ⋆｡˚ LIP GLOSS .ᐟ

pairing: choi yeonjun x fem!reader

genre: smut, fluff, boyfriend!yeonjun, established relationship, red hair!jjunie cause it’s one of my faves

synopsis: while getting ready for your date, yeonjun notices how you kept licking your lips after applying your lip gloss. let’s just say you don’t make it to your date as planned…

warnings: soft dom!yeonjun, unprotected sex (use protection!!), use of petnames (baby, good girl), oral (f. rec), fingering, some praise, lots of kissing, slight teasing, multiple orgasms, creampie, kinda pussy drunk yeonjun, some aftercare

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a/n: part one of my v-day event! i just barely got this under my drabble word limit lmao. i really could’ve kept going if i wanted to, but i wanted to keep this one short and sweet. writing this made me need yeonjun sooo badly, especially since i wrote this after watching his bedroom live lmaoo. i hope you enjoy! ♡

you were finishing up the finishing touches on your makeup, applying a layer of clear lip gloss over your red lips. smiling in satisfaction at yourself in your vanity mirror, you looked over your makeup, making sure everything was perfect. you had gotten yourself all dolled up for your one year anniversary date with yeonjun to the restaurant you had your first date at.

swiveling in your chair, you faced your boyfriend who was across the room looking into the full length mirror. yeonjun was adjusting his outfit, black slacks with a plain black shirt tucked into them. he then ran his hands through his red hair, pulling it off his forehead. you licked your lips absentmindedly as you watched him, tasting your flavored lip gloss.

he must’ve felt your staring because he suddenly turned towards you. the corner of his mouth lifted into a slight smirk. “like what you see?” he asked. you smirked back, “you know i do!” yeonjun laughed a little, turning back to the mirror to fix his hair again. his eyes met yours through the mirror.

“what do you keep licking your lips for? do i really look that good?” there was a smug look on his face that you laughed at. “my lip gloss is flavored… it tastes good.”

yeonjun turned towards you again, “oh really?” he came up to you, bending down so his face was level to yours. his lips collided with yours, yeonjun’s tongue sliding across your bottom lip. when he pulled away, his lips had smeared remnants of your red lipstick and lip gloss. yeonjun licked his lips, nodding in agreement, “it does taste good!”

you looked at him in slight shock while he hummed to himself. he kissed you again, his lips coming back redder. you giggled at his red, glossy lips. “wow, that tastes really good!”

still giggling, you handed him a makeup wipe from off your vanity, “thanks for taking it all off!” you reapplied your lip gloss as he took the makeup wipe from you and wiped his lips. they were still slightly stained pink, his lips plumper than before. yeonjun just looked you up and down, shamelessly checking you out. you were wearing a matching black cocktail dress that came just above your knees. the hemline had rode up from your crossed legs and yeonjun’s eyes trailed over them and your exposed cleavage.

“i have something else in mind that i want to take off,” he smirked, bending down to place kisses along your jaw. you smiled to yourself. “we have a date to go to…” you trailed moaning as he started kissing down your neck, warmth pooling in your stomach. “we have all day… let me make my baby feel good,” yeonjun whined. he always got you so wet so fast…

sighing, you let him pull you to your feet. his lips connected with yours briefly before he pushed you gently down on the bed. yeonjun got down to his knees and settled between your legs by the edge of the bed, looking up at you through hooded eyes as he pulled your panties down. he discarded them to the side and pushed your dress up your thighs, spreading your legs apart and putting them over his shoulders in the process.

“fuck, y/n,” he murmured as he brought his face closer to your glistening cunt. you threw your head back with a moan as his slippery tongue glided over your clit, circling it as he began sucking.

you gripped the comforter tightly from the pleasure as yeonjun started to pump two fingers inside of you, his tongue still dancing around your clit. whining slightly, you began to squirm as you felt yourself getting close. “yeonjun…” you managed to whimper out, looking down at him with knitted brows. yeonjun hummed a response against your sensitive clit and you moaned, your head falling back again from it all.

with a shaky breath, you tried to speak again but failed, opting to try and move your legs from him. yeonjun gripped your thighs tightly, burying his face deeper into your pussy. he looked up at you and you could feel the smile on his lips. your bedroom was filled with the sounds of your moans and heavy breathing. “g-gonna cum—“ your breath hitched as he pumped his hooked fingers in and out of you faster.

your legs shook as you pushed yeonjun’s face from between your legs, cum dripping out of you as you fell down fully onto the bed. yeonjun grinned at you and licked his lips, mouth shining with your liquid, as he spread your pussy to get a better look. “that’s my good girl,” yeonjun said, rubbing his thumb up and down your creamy folds.

you jerked when his thumb came in contact again with your clit, letting out a breathy moan. “please jjun, i need you,” you whined as you managed to push up onto one of your elbows. yeonjun chuckled, standing to his feet as he started to unbutton his pants slowly. “awe, baby… you want my cock?” yeonjun let his pants fall, his large bulge on full display. all you could manage to do was nod. “yeah?” he asked.

smiling, he pulled his boxers down just enough for his big cock to spring out. you got wetter at the sight, licking your lips and tasting the flavored lip gloss you forgot about. you backed up a little, giving him space on the bed.

yeonjun climbed over you, his tip grazing over your pussy in the process and making you squeeze your eyes shut briefly, whimpering. he pushed your legs to your chest with his thighs and leaned down to bring his lips to yours. yeonjun aligned his head with your entrance, slipping his thick cock in slowly, as he kissed you.

moaning against his lips, you started trailing kisses across his jaw and down his neck, leaving red glossy lipstick in its wake, as he glanced down to bottom out. the two of you let out a joined moan at the feeling of him inside you, filling you up completely. “fuck jjun…” you moaned.

yeonjun intertwined his fingers with yours, pressing your arms against the bed and bringing them above your head as he began thrusting into you. his red hair ticked your cheeks as he sloppily kissed you.

he squeezed your hands, moaning as his skin slapped against yours. “you feel so good, baby. you’re gonna make me cum with how well you’re taking my cock,” yeonjun said, a little breathless. with a gasp, your back arched off the bed as he thrusted deeper into you hitting your sweet spot. “righ—right there, please don’t stop!” you whimpered, wrapping your legs tighter around him. yeonjun placed open mouthed kisses on your neck and down to your exposed cleavage.

your hips rocked up onto his at the same time as he thrusted into you and the both of you gasped. you tightened around him and he whimpered, taking his bottom lip between his teeth and burying his face in your neck. “baby—“ he says breathlessly, and you feel him twitch inside you. he’s close.

“i’m gonna fill you up so much—“ yeonjun says, his breath hot against your neck. he sits up slightly, digging your hands into the bed in the process. his head falls back in pleasure, a breathy moan on his lips, as his hips roll into yours faster. “—so much that my cum will be dripping from your pussy for days.”

his husky, lust filled voice and the creamy sounds coming from his cock ramming into your pussy send you over the edge as you cum again around him. whiny moans and pants erupt from your mouth as you squeeze his hands while you squirm under him. your hips buck upwards in stuttered attempts.

yeonjun falls down onto you at his approaching high. “fuck baby, i’m so close. your pussy is so tight around me, y/n… i can't take it…” he whines in your ear, whimpering moans following it. he knows how much you love it when he’s vocal. yeonjun’s voice alone could send you over the edge. you clench around him more as he slams into you faster, his desperate lewd pants filling your ears and he all but pins your hands farther above your head. his body is pressed so close to yours that his hard cock barely even pulls out of you. “that’s it, baby. clench around my cock like the good girl that you are.”

your chest rises and falls heavily, whimpering at his cock sliding in and out of you, as you feel his warm cum spill into you. yeonjun breathed out a sigh, thrusts faltering and cock twitching from his release. “fuck—“ he murmured. yeonjun captured your lips in a soft kiss as he slid in and out of you slowly, rolling his hips lightly into your creamy pussy to chase his orgasm.

yeonjun smiled against your lips, pecking them once more as he leaned back to slide out of you. you gasped slightly at the sudden loss, looking up at him. there was red glossy lipstick smeared all over his lips, along his jaw, and down his neck. the sight made you laugh a little and he looked down at you, amusement in his eyes.

“what?” yeonjun asked, licking the gloss off his lips. “you’re covered in lipstick,” you giggled at him, causing him to grin widely. “you are too!” he replied. he sat back on his knees, spreading your legs apart more.

“the red lipstick is really working for you,” you said, a little breathy from the sudden coldness at your wet pussy. yeonjun raised an eyebrow at you and ran his thumb up and down your core, causing your hips to lurch. “stop teasing me!” he playfully whined, a smirk lifting the corner of his mouth as he slid his thumb into you.

you gasped, “o-okay! okay—yeonjun!” he pumped his thumb into you as you spoke, pulling it out and chuckling at how sensitive you were. “i’m done, i’m done! let me go get a towel to clean you up,” yeonjun said, leaning down quickly to press a kiss to your lips.

yeonjun slid off the bed and disappeared down the small hallway to your ensuite bathroom. you sat up onto your elbows, pulling your knees up so your feet were flat on the bed. your dress was pooled around your waist.

carrying a warm wet towel, yeonjun made his way towards you, picking your panties up off the ground. he climbed onto the bed in front of you, spreading your knees apart as he began cleaning the cum from your pussy. yeonjun worked in silence, biting his red lips to hide his grin from the way you jolted each time he cleaned between your folds and at your entrance.

once the cum was gone and he was satisfied with his work, yeonjun cleaned the cum off himself. “we’re gonna need to throw this comforter in the washer before we leave,” you spoke, noticing the splotches of cum on it. he looked over to it, “don’t worry, i got it. go pee.”

you laughed at his soft assertiveness, slipping your panties on as you got off the bed and made your way to the bathroom. when you came back, the comforter was off the bed and yeonjun had his pants back on. he was sitting on the edge of the bed when he looked up at your approaching figure, eyes focused on the way you were pulling your dress back down.

when you got to him, he pulled you down into his lap, pressing kisses all over your face. “happy one year anniversary, baby. i love you so much!” you giggled, pushing his face away to not get any more red kisses on you. “i love you more, jjunie!”

he scoffed playfully at you. “that’s impossible!” yeonjun said, trailing more red kisses on you anyways.

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𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, very brief dubcon, oral sex ( m!receiving ), throat barrier pop, sloppy deepthroating, all characters featured are aged 18+

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𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 ∣ day twenty-eight [ roronoa zoro + deepthroat ]

“You gonna take it all for me this time, pretty girl?”

the rumble in his voice made you shiver. it was as if it had been born of lust itself, deep in his chest, and bubbled over the seam of his lipstick-smeared couplet like molten lava. you’d already left plenty of markage across him. cherry-red ghosts of your lips in Os decorate his neck, down against his clavicle, and the sporadically etch their way down his chest and abs. hickeys raised in the middle of each, glossy barrier, littering him with your signature. warding off any other woman who might want to claim him for herself.

he was already yours.

you gulp, and nod, though with both fists wrapped around his girthy base, you eyed his cock. thick and long. angry veins bulge from the tan flesh and draw your eye to the spongy, flared pink tip. he was a sight to behold when naked. every inch of him strong. you were already buzzing with excitement, as per usual when you got down on your knees in front of him, but your stomach bunched up. it was as if you always forget just how much of him there was to take. you wanted to take him as deep as you could into your throat, but you had a hard time not chickening out the second you couldn’t breathe.

you remain entranced by the massive cock in your face, and your head hangs closer to lazily drape your tongue just on the slit. your eyelids flutter at the taste. “Are you even hearing me? Or did ya zone out already?” Zoro teased in a thick voice, and snapped his fingers to draw your attention. begrudgingly, your eyeline drifted up from the cock in front of you and found his gaze. his lips drew into a cocky smirk. “Use your words, baby.”

“Mmmhm…” you mewl, and shift on your knees to get closer, eliciting a heavy breath against his swollen tip that sends an involuntary twitch to his hips. “I’ll take it all.”

“Good fucking girl,” Zoro swoons, tilting his head back as his large hands rest against his nape, fingers interlocked, “if you need my help, all you need to do is ask. Now, wrap those sweet lips around my cock before I get impatient.” he was only half joking.

you didn’t want his help, though. you wanted to be able to please him without guidance, so you open wide to take the first few inches in.

it’s almost astonishing how quickly your mouth fills up with thick, hard cock. the head jabbing almost painfully against the flesh of your cheek as you struggle already to adjust the angle in which your head bobs. it’s a slow, gradual floating, as you try and accommodate his size. your lips stretch wide, drool leaks down on to the neglected inches that you soon slide your hand upwards to prime, and you suck your cheeks in. Zoro grunts in appreciation at your skill, and the strength of the vacuum you can create when he’s plugged you airtight. “Yeah,” he hisses through grit teeth, though his head remains tilted towards the ceiling, “fucking good…”

each time you descend, you attempt to take another inch, your tongue swirling around before it becomes pinned to the floor of your cavern. eventually, however, the tip bumps the back of your throat, and you cluck. feeling that he was so close to slipping in, one of Zoro’s hands flees to gently press against the back of your head, and he sucks in a breath, as if encouraging you not to shy away from it. “C’mon, baby, let me in there.” you attempt to slide down deeper, but the moment his head seems to pry your throat open to allow him the room he needed to plunge inside, you gag and squirm. Zoro quickly releases you, and you pull back. his cock slips from your mouth so you can suck in a heavy, nervous breath, strings of saliva tethering his member to your lips. you sat there for a moment, catching your breath, before you gently grasp his hand in your own, urging it away from your head. you lock your fingers with his, and take him into your mouth again.

Zoro takes the hint. it’s clear you want to do it yourself. instead, he relaxes again with a lazy grin, moaning low and slow when you start to suck again. “You’re so damn cute.” he muttered amidst a heavy breath when your eyes locked on to his and you teased your own gag reflex again. they glistened as you tried, over and over, prodding your throat with the tip of his cock. but it wasn’t happening. you couldn’t convince yourself to choke on it the way that you would have to in order to take it so deep. you squeeze his hand when you finally pull back again, breathless and sputtering, and avert your eyes from his.

“Fine.” you were embarrassed, but you knew he wouldn’t help if you didn’t ask. “Help me.”

you were pouting when you demanded it, but Zoro merely chuckled and braced his feet flat on the floor against your knees. both of his hands now left their placements and sought out new homes. one wrapped around the base of his dick, and the other grasped the back of your head, rough fingers teasing your scalp through your hair. “Open wide for me, pretty girl.”

you’d hardly complied before he pushed your head forwards. you take him to your limit all at once, and both of your own hands smack against his lower abdomen in a subtle protest, but he ignores them with a raspy breath, “I know, baby, it’s a lot of dick, but I have to get it in there. Just breathe through your nose. Don’t try to run away from it.” your nails scraped at is marred abdomen the harder he pushed, forcing his way into a canal much too small for his cock to fit, and tears pricked and sparkled in your eyes as your head bucked, desperate not to gag again. Zoro murmured something under his breath about how pretty you look, and it soothed you just long enough for him to take advantage and grasp your hair tight, jerking you down the rest of the way. there was a popping sound that you thought maybe only you heard, as if an invisible wall had been breached, and the rest of his cock slid into your throat as your lips come in contact with his base. musky, sparse hair tickles your nose while he holds you there, and you helplessly drink in the smell of his raw sweat, smearing tears and spit in his groin. you could feel his imprint as it prodded against your throat from the inside, and he moans in pure ecstasy. “Just like this, pretty girl. Feel me? How deep I am? That’s what I love.”

you attempted a nod, but he was already dribbling you by the grasp in your hair, bouncing your head up and down in his lap. your eyes were threatening to roll back, because each time he pulled you up until his cock nearly slips free from your lips, and then sends you crashing back down all the way. throbbing, he batters your throat with every plunge, his hips rocking forward to emphasize the descent, and your forehead smacks against his solid abdomen.

the sounds you made were depraved. wet clucking as you drooled and gargled on his cock, but you were no longer choking, at least. you’d tried to adapt to the rhythm, and even moved in tandem, your hands gripping his thighs instead to help you pull yourself even closer to his lap. “Making a fucking mess outta me,” Zoro laughed, husky and needy, but his grip was still tight. his other hand joined the first, gathering your hair together at the back of your head to keep your motions as fast and violent as he wanted, violating your throat the way he’s been wanting to do since you first got together. and it shows, too, because he was shuddering when you gurgle and cry. “And you can be damn sure I’ll return the favor when I cum all over that cute, flustered face a’yours.”

if he didn’t, you’d be pissed.

[idcbabyialreadylostmymind]

GoGo Dancer

Pairing- OPLA!Sanji x reader

Summary- After a hard day Sanji goes to see his favorite dancer.

Warnings- afab reader, oral (fem receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, orgasm denial (once), hints that this has happened before, hints that Sanji ignores reader 🙄 that should be it

a/n- if you hate it move on peace and love 🫰🏼

Sanji just couldn’t help himself, relishing in your beauty knowing the only reason you use it is to get money. Your hips moved along with the beat song as your body shined on stage demanding all eyes in you, no less.

Zeff had thrown him from the line for making an absolutely delectable dish that, in Zeefs own words; “A waste of good quality.” So after he was done bussing tables he came to his favorite bar to relieve some stress, to his favorite gogo dancer.

Your eyes scan the room, unable to miss Sanji’s predatory orbs starting you down as your threw your ass around hounds of men whistling up at you. After the song was over, and a minute past closing you left the stage. The men in the audience yell profanity after profanity and other drunken nonsense as you walk off stage. Once you were out of sight Sanji stood from his table quickly taking quick almost robotic steps to your dressing room.

He tightens his tie gripping the door knob and opens the door to find you waiting in front of the makeup vanity that illuminates your features. The ruby red lipstick enunciates your plum lips, mascara and eyeliner drawing attention to your gorgeous eyes, and a blush that adores your skin tone. Oh, how he couldn’t wait to ruin it.

He steps in completely, closing the door behind him. You stare at each other through the mirror. “So,” you begin. “What’d Zeff say this time?” You ask him, taking your styled hair down in the process. He ignores your passive aggression, “Same as always.” He replies toying with one of your golden nicknack probably gifted by a pirate or some such trying to seduce you with the promise of gold, love, pleasure. But Sanji knows the only thing you need for pleasure is right in the kitchen at Baratie.

He puts it down, sauntering over to you, grabbing hold to your neck, he makes you look up at him. You keep your face motionless. “Missed you.” He tipped his head to the side, blonde hair moving along with it. He pulled you a little by the throat, slouching a little as well. Your fingers lay nimbly on his hand making no attempt to move him though. Connecting your lips he kissed you passionately, lips dancing in wild motion, lipstick smearing on his and your mouth. He pulled away leaving you breathless.

The sides of your mouth tip up into a sly smile, “Sure ya’ did.” You reply, tapping your polished nails against his hand. “Want me to prove it to you?” His smirk is almost identical to yours, turning you around in your chair. He strokes your cheek moving a fly away from your face, he gets down on his knees, now at your level. He moves his finger down your skin, over the revealing outfit, across your hip and lap, hand massaging your inner thigh.

Subconsciously, you want to peel your thighs for him letting him do his magic. But, nonetheless he has to pay retribution. Being denied attention when he thinks he deserves it, a taste of his own medicine. “I know, I know.” He rubs your thigh, “I’ve been neglectful, I know it hurts your feelings, but let me prove it to you.” He repeats his earlier statement, truth be told Sanji did hold feelings for you, very strong feelings in fact.

You contemplate for a minute but it’s been a hot minute since you’ve had a really good orgasm, and Sanji makes you a weak woman with his looks and words of persuasion. Your legs spread for him, his smirk spreads into an appease smile. He grips one of your thighs, throwing it over his shoulder he pulls you by the hips closer to the edge of the chair.

You only had the small pearl white slacks that barely covered your bottom and panties to hide you from him. He slowly, excruciatingly slow that you could feel you arousal drip. He hooks two fingers between your underwear and leotard pulling them out of the way together. Once moved he stops eyeing your pretty pussy.

Your wetness glistened in the light, his mouth watered needing to taste you. Yanking you closer he looks you directly into the eyes as he suckles against your clit. Every never ending feeling electrical, licking strips up and down your aching cunt he could feel you mostien against his tongue.

Out of all the things Sanji has made or tried in his entire life he believes you are the most desirable, delicious, most succulent thing that this world has to offer.

He let go of one of the thighs he held down and he moved back to your clit mouth wrapping back around it. He brought two fingers to your awaiting hole, slipping both in and you suck him in greedily. He thrusted them in quickly and gently, his long fingers hitting every single sweet spot. The noises coming from you were unspeakable as his tongue moved gracefully against your flesh, your body felt like it could explode, your eyes scrunch closed, jaw tightening as you felt the coils of pleasure build, and build, and build. He knew you were close, so fucking close.

But, then he stopped.

Why’d he stop?

You open your eyes, frustration and annoyance painted all over it. Before you could say or complain he moves you from the chair, standing up straight kicking the chair out of the way. “What are you doin—“ you can’t even finish your sentence before he has pushed you harshly on the vanity, the few things decorating it falling to the floor. He held the side of your neck shutting you up with a rough kiss, he unbuttoned his slacks pushing them down along with his boxers.

Pushing you head against the mirror elongating the kiss, straining your lungs, he guides his cock to your begging cunt, sliding the tip over your pussy up and down, over and over again. Crying out for him to fuck you he finally slips his tip in. Teasingly he slides in at an antagonizing pace when you try to squirm or wiggle your hips he slams a strong hand down keeping you in place. Once he’s settled all the way in, tip kissing your cervix.

He pulls out almost all the way, his entire cock shining with your wet.

Thrusting back in swiftly he brings your hips down to meet him. A shocked but approving gasp comes from you as he continues to drill into you. Fucking up into you all while he makes your hips fuck him. Pleasure takes you in again, like overcoming waves in a black ocean. Pulling the thin fabric of the tight, white bra-like shirt from over your tits exposing your hardened nipples. Sanji grunts, cock twitching inside your pulsating walls that suck him in with every pull.

Pushing your legs apart farther his duck pushes deeper pulling a whole new sensation out of you. Legs wrapping around his waist bringing him closer, needing to feel his hot body in you. It felt as if you and Sanji held the same breath, the same heartbeat and you couldn't help but relish in it head tipping back as you tried to move your hips along with his merciless thrusts.

Your clit moved along his pelvis friction burning through you. He lets go of your lower body, cradling your face he pulls you into a passion filled kiss, thrust moving quicker, faster, tongues flicking togetherjn a ecstacy induced haze.

And just like that you explode.

Back arching into his chest. Gasping against his lips, thighs trying their best to stay open. Your lungs constrict, walls clamping down, it was nearly impossible for Sanji not to cum right then and there. Your nerves shake in pure, raw pleasure.

A few more sloppy thrust and Sanji couldn’t hold any longer letting go of his heavy load. His vision burned bright and his hold was surely bruising. He rode his climax down, he held you still for a moment, both of you catching your breath.

After you both had your clothes back on you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before he headed out. It’s a repeat of both of you scared of rejection but too addicted to leave.

[ken-dom]

I've Got You On My Lips

Luke Glanton x gn!reader

1.5k words

∘₊✧ Summary: Luke gifts you lipstick. It is for you, but it's also very much for him.

∘₊✧ Authors notes: Entirely inspired by this! Thank you as always to my darling K for beta reading, once when I first wrote it and again when I kinda re-wrote it... The title is taken from My First Kiss by 3OH!3 & Kesha, also thanks to K 🩷! Incase you're wondering, lipstick does wash out of denim so... might have to do it all again later. Oh, and, happy Valentines, Geese 💕

∘₊✧ Warnings/content: NSFW, reader wearing lipstick, smoking, dry blow job (?), cumming in pants, lipstick kink?, mild bit of exhibitionism (semi-public, and... well, the pants situation)

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Luke smirked. His voice was quiet and low, and you wouldn’t have heard him through the noise of the carnival if not for the way he was pressed almost flush against you with his lips hot at your ear when he drawled, ‘That colour looks good on you.’

He drew back to consider you again, thumb pressing firmly to the centre of your bottom lip while his fingers cradled your jaw and his eyes sparkled over the lipstick he’d asked you to put on for him.

Your cheeks glowed under the intensity of his gaze and you knew he could feel you trembling. Your eyes slipped shut.

Biting his lip, he dragged his thumb, smearing the deep red over your skin, leaving a pretty stain across your cheek.

‘Mmh.’ 

He leaned in, finally closing the inch between you that had been thick with desire for what felt like eternity.

Luke’s tongue was needy, seeking yours out with a gentle exploration as he kissed you with unparalleled hunger, moaning into your mouth and winding his fingers into your hair.

With a single shove of his knee he parted your legs easily, pressing his thigh to your heat and smirking as he felt you writhe against him.

He knew what he was doing to you, and that knowledge was making his blood boil.

‘Fuck,’ he panted when he eventually paused for breath, his swollen lips now also coloured red.

He’d asked you to apply it thick after gifting it to you, so you’d guessed he wanted to make a mess of one another. He did tend to like it messy. Your lips curled at the thought.

You could feel his cock throbbing in his jeans where it was pressed to your hip, and he rutted against you just a little as he watched your pupils dilate some more, whimpering at the friction.

You itched to push your hand into his trousers and bring him off, but your logical mind briefly pushed through the haze of arousal.

Pressed against the outside of his trailer, you were just out of sight of any passers by – and definitely out of earshot with all the sounds of the carnival downing you out, but it was almost midnight, and he had his last show of the evening then. You knew if you started touching him when he was this worked up it would escalate; Luke was never satisfied unless your legs were wrapped around his waist and you were screaming his name while the trailer rocked with the force of your passion.

You needed to be quick, make this just about him and only him. And you knew he would make sure you got yours later, when he was fresh from the cage, adrenaline pumping through his veins, smelling faintly of gasoline and sweat.

‘Wait- wait, Luke, I’ve got a better idea,’ you breathed, pushing at his shoulders until he stepped back (as much as it pained you to lose that delicious friction).  

You grabbed him and spun around, pushing him firmly into position with a thud against the side of the trailer where you had been pressed, dizzy with lust, only moments ago.

‘Light a cigarette would you?’ you asked, low and seductive. 

Luke’s eyebrows raised, inquisitive, already liking wherever you were taking this. As he pulled a pack of smokes from his pocket and lit the cigarette he’d sucked from the pack, his eyes fell immediately back to your lips.

So pretty, all stained for him.

‘Need a refresh,’ he mumbled, never looking away, his own stained lips busy holding his cigarette in place before he took a long, satisfying drag.

You obliged, pulling the tube of lipstick from your pocket and reapplying a layer to your lips. Luke watched just as carefully as you watched him smoke; each like a work of art that had captivated the other.

‘Since when do you wear all white, anyway?’ you asked as you eyed him, twisting the red stick back into its sleek black holder.

‘Thought you’d like it on me,’ he shrugged, voice husky. ‘Do you?’

‘Definitely,’ you cooed, dragging your palms down the loose fitting cream shirt he had tucked into his pale jeans, ‘but I think we could… jazz things up a little. What do you say? Do you trust me?’

‘Unconditionally,’ he grinned, smug, but mostly excited.

You dropped to the ground in an instant, dry dirt coating your knees with a layer of dust, and reached up to pull at his wrist, guiding his cigarette down to your freshly coated lips, leaving a shiny red ring around the tip before releasing him. You watched his eyelids flutter as he lifted his arm and studied what you’d done to the paper around the filter and his mind swam with the possibilities.

His focus was pulled directly back to you, though, when he felt the soft warmth of your mouth pressing to his thigh.

He stared down at you, watching you admire the lipstick stain you’d left, stark against the fabric, in the shape of your perfect lips.

Luke immediately lost his breath. You were marking him up, letting everyone see where your lips had been. And he liked it.

You left another mark, higher, and then another, lower this time, by his knee, and kept going until his left leg was covered in an attractive pattern of kisses. Your kisses.

Luke watched in awe. He wasn’t sure if lipstick washed out of denim. He hoped it didn’t.

His thoughts were abruptly cut off when he saw you move up to press your mouth against the space just beside where his cock was straining in the confines of the fabric you were busy decorating.

Just when he thought this would be it, that he would finally feel some semblance of relief, you dropped back to your ankles, applied another coating of thick red, and kissed his other knee instead, starting the process all over again to make the design almost symmetrical.

It didn’t actually take long to finish your artwork, mere seconds in reality, but to Luke it was a lifetime of torture.

He needed more.

He was so worked up he might just explode without you even touching him. Imagine that… he smirked, sure you’d think it hot if he did. You seemed to like him flustered and lacking control now and again. He didn’t mind it so much, either.

With one final kiss to the tip of his leaking, twitching cock, Luke drew in a deep breath of anticipation, and you dropped back again.

Tease! he thought, (Keep doing it).

But this time, the brief absence of your lips against him was only to reapply the lipstick once again.

Once your lips were sufficiently coated, you glanced up at Luke, eyes dark and glittering, and ran your tongue slowly from one corner of your mouth and back again, all the way around your parted lips.

Luke whined. He felt weak. His head was spinning. He needed those lips on him again, somewhere — anywhere

‘Hold on tight, Handsome,’ you smirked up at him, and dove forward, finally pressing your lips to the underside of his cock and mouthing hungrily at the fabric.

All the breath was knocked out of him, cheeks blazing and fingers grasping behind him for something to hold onto. Something to ground him.

The denim over his cock wasn’t as soft as you would feel against his sensitive flesh, but it created a delicious friction. He rolled his hips into it, chasing whatever pleasure he could get, vaguely aware he would be needed on his motorcycle in less than five minutes, and knowing that he wouldn’t be able to ride it like this, all worked up and painfully hard. Not without you finishing what you’d started. Or had he started it? He wasn’t sure any more. He didn’t care.

You were lapping at him as though the denim wasn’t there, sloppily sucking and kissing, and staining the crotch of his jeans with your efforts.

His fingers found your hair and wound tight into it, feeling every movement, anchoring himself in the moment with you, rocking his hips in time with your affections, moaning loud and unashamed.

He could feel his release approaching fast and his head thudded back against the trailer, eyes squeezing shut as his seed spilled, hot and thick, inside his underwear.

You didn’t stop mouthing until he was whimpering and weak with sensitivity, and only then did you stand, kissing him softly on the mouth with your swollen lips, most of the rouge left behind on his jeans.

‘Fuck-’ he repeated, breathless, as you broke apart to hold him through his recovery. ‘That was so fucking hot- Jesus-’

‘You’ve gotta go,’ you interrupted with a whisper.

‘No,’ he groaned.

‘You do, it’s your last show of the night. You’ve got two minutes!’

You stepped back and Luke straightened himself up, glancing down at the glorious mess you’ve made of him.

He could smooth his hair down and wipe the evidence from his mouth easily enough. But there was no time to change, so he would simply have to throw on his jacket and do this show with the print of your lips smeared all over his cock, complete with a sticky wet patch just above where the red stains ended. 

‘Shit,’ he smirked.

You handed him his jacket from where he’d left it on the lawn chair beside the trailer door. ‘Go on. I’ll be waiting for you.’

[billys-slutcherson]

'Pretty as a Vine'

Mike Schmidt x Gen!Reader

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Oneshot:

Working as Abby's babysitter had grown on you, so much so that you let her mess up your face with an old lipstick she found. It became a game of chase, till you were both caught by Mike. Feeling like a scolded idiot, you turn your attention to how he might look wearing it. Much to his dismay.

Tags:

Fluff, Fluff and Humour, Domestic, Romance, Hand Holding, Make-up Wearing? Romantic Realisation, Unresolved Romantic Tension

Words: 805

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Mike took those few moments in the car, after most shifts to just settle. His face was buried in his hands, the callous fingertips scratching down the bristles of his stubble as he grumbled lowly. Weaning off of the sleeping meds had proved to be far worse than he imagined. Mike's eyes drifted to the wing mirror as the car sat in the drive. Catching a glimpse of Abby and the babysitter in the living room. Running, after one another.

"Abby..." He mumbled, a slight smile but worried he was about to be on the hunt for a new sitter he jumped out of the car. Kicking it shut with his foot as he did a half-dash to the house. His head popped through the door. Hearing only chaotic laughter. Much to his own relief. At least for now.

"You are dead!" Mike listened to you squeal at his sister, with Abby's giggles filling the air. Raising his eyebrow noticing how Abby had bright red lines streaked on her face. He caught how your knuckles were white as you clutched at a little tube of lipstick? Watching you trip and clamber over the drawings scattered across the floor. Mike nudged the door shut with a little cough as if to let you know he was home. Jumping half out of your skin you turned to the noise. Eyes wide. His lips parted as he looked at you confusedly. Furrowing his brow as you appeared to be in a far worse state than Abby. The red smeared on your lips, and what might be blush plastered heavily on your cheeks.

"Mike!.. hey..." You forced a smile. "You are home early."

"Uh.. No, I'm not..." He tried to hide a smile growing on his lips. "Having fun?"

"They started it!" Abby pointed. Launching a plushie at your head. "I did not!" You playfully sneered back at her. You were tempted to chase her again, just to hear her laugh. Though refraining as you scratched the back of your head, caught out. Burning pink under Mike's stare.

"I uh... I will clean up and get out of you guy's hair." You smiled softly. Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Abby protested jumping on the sofa in front of you. Begging you to stay a while longer. Mike shrugged a little. Tossing himself back into the dining chair.

"Mike next...?" Abby peeked over. Mike scoffed. Shaking his head. "Absolutely not..." A half smile on his lips, but his eyes were all too serious.

Cocking your head to the side. Darting your eyes to Abby. The both of you shared a quiet nod. Making sure he saw it.

"I am not joking..." Mike warned softly. Scowling at you slightly.

"Come on Mikey..." You crept closer. "Don't. You. Dare." He hissed. But by now Abby was jumping again clapping her hands. Making you all the more determined. "Pretty please?" You smirked. Mike stood up folding his arms. His rolled sleeves showed off the tension in his arms. He was fighting laughter that nearly escaped him. But you could see his falter. The table between you both as you quickly tried to move around it clumsily.

"Back off. I am... I am serious..." Mike snorted as you chased him towards the sofa. You leaned into his hand reaching to cup his face as he gripped your wrist tightly, the little lipstick wobbling in your hand. But he didn't pull away your hand stroking holding his cheek. The both of you playfully wrestling one another defiantly. Mike's hands were rough, you weren't going to beat him in strength. Nonetheless, you tried. His callous fingertips loosened a little as you fumbled. Pushing him onto the sofa.

He was letting you win?

"Get HIM!" Abby jumped down off the sofa triumphantly. You were half pinning him there as the lipstick hovered above his lips.

"It is like you aren't even trying..." You laughed breathily. "I don't want to... hurt you... you idiot..." He rumbled a laugh that warmed your ears. It was rare. And that was a better prize than any other. Pressing the vibrant red to his lips as Mike spluttered with a deep cackle. Smearing it over his face. Almost trying to stay in the lines of his lips. Having too much fun seeing him give in. Light glistening in his soft hazel eyes that sparkled under the dying sunlight shining through the blinds. Leaning back as you sat over him. Rejoicing at the mess you'd made.

"Ta-da!" You pointed. Poking at his pouty lips with your fingertip. He simply rolled his eyes. Grasping at your waist to nudge you back onto the sofa. Leaning almost too closely to your face. Mike's nose almost brushing yours.

"Fine, you win." He rubbed his lips together as pink grew across his cheeks.

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ME? WRITING FLUFF?

And it is total fluff because I am WEAK for Mike Schmidt. And obviously, he would look pretty with lipstick on. Also, I wholeheartedly believe that Abby and the reader would gang up on him just to make him laugh for JUST ONCE. 🩵(❁´◡`❁)🩵

i personally would have kissed him all over his face with the red lipstick though

[yanderelovlies]

Note: Fluff :3

Character: Joseph

Fandom: SWWSDJ

Pairing: Joseph x Make-up artist gn!Reader

"Sit still." You giggled your tongue poking out of your mouth as you tried to study your brush. You had convinced your boyfriend Joseph to once again allow you to practice your make-up routine on him. Except this time, you wanted to pull a little prank.

Using the darkest shade, you could give him big chunky eyebrows. Then, using the brightest blue eyeshadow you had, you began to just put it all over his eyes' lids. After with the brightest pink you have, you began applying lipstick way over his lip line.

It was by this point that Joseph began to catch on as he began to wiggle. This wouldn't be a problem if you weren't sitting on his chest leaning over him.

"I know you up something doll." He chuckled as he continued to squirm."I know my lips aren't that big."

You couldn't help but laugh. "I beg to differ."

"I would think I know my own body." He scoffed.

You sat up straight, putting your hands on your hips, giving him the best stern face you could muster. "Who is the artist here."

Joseph pauses for a minute before straight faced responding, "I'm starting to question that too."

You gasped, putting down the pallet and the brush on the bedside table. "I'll have know-"

Before you could finish, Joseph flipped the two of you so your back was on the bed, and he was on top. He quickly got up, making his way to the bathroom to see the damage you had done.

"Damn it, babe! I knew you were pulling some shit!" He came back into the bedroom a playful smirk on his face. "Guess I'll have to pay you back."

Before you could question that statement, he was in top of you peppering wet sticky kisses all over your face. Each kiss leaves behind big pink lip marks.

You laughed as you weakly tried to push him off "Gross I can feel the lipstick!" He chuckled in response, kissing your face a couple more times before pulling away to admire his hands work.

He wiped the lipstick with his hand, smearing it slightly across his lips and on his hand. "There now you look as dolled up as me."

You playfully groaned. "Now I gotta wash my face again."

He smirked before leaning down close to you. "Or we could take a shower together."

You tried to surpress a laugh as you responded, "Maybe you should wash your face first. It's hard to take you seriously."

"Will you join if I do?"

You playfully groaned again "I suppose."

He chuckled quickly, getting up and going to the bathroom to wash his face. So much for make-up practice.

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*originally posted over on my old blog. If you happened to read/interact with this before, I'd greatly appreciate it if you left some love once again. I did re-edit/re-write some things.*

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steve harrington x fem! reader

Summary: Steve Harrington introduces you to his three phase, fool proof plan to feeling better. A mix tape, a secret menu item titled "phase two" and some fun in the back seat of his car (originally inspired by a post from @plainemmanem ) | masterlist | steve's music | NSFW 18+

WC Range: 5k-10k

Warnings: use of Y/N petnames, swearing, semi-public (no one around) making out, chest action, fingering (reader receiving), Steve cums in his pants

A/N: I spent way too much time actually making Steve's playlist. Bottom of post contains list of songs/link to playlist - enjoy! 💛

Your phone was ringing again and you pushed a pillow over your ears groaning, “Take a fucking hint!”

It had been ringing all day, for the past two days. Ever since Steve had dropped you off Friday night. 

Waiting from him in the alley behind the movie theater, lipstick smeared, tear stained cheeks. You closed your eyes, pushing out the thought of how absolutely pathetic you must have looked to him. 

You had wanted to call Robin, but she still didn’t have a car, so that left Steve and Eddie to come rescue you. It’s not like you weren’t friends with either of them, but you were best friends with Robin, Steve was kind of a package deal with her, and Eddie a package deal for him. Therefore making all of you sort of friends, never hanging out alone though. You were all slowly becoming closer, Robin and you making Steve and Eddie drive you places, pay for your popcorn at the movie theater, playful teasing, and light hearted jokes shared with each other was about all your relationship had amounted to with either boy so far.  

But this…this was different. You were embarrassed to call either of them for help, both always giving you grief about the guys you went on dates with. So either one of them would have had an “I told you so,” ready on their lips. You figured between the two, Steve would at least have the decency to wait to say it until you were in the car. 

So it was him you waited for, your knee bouncing up and down and biting your thumb as you thought about how he and Eddie had warned you. How even Robin would probably have an I told ya so ready for you. You hated how clueless you had been. 

Steve pulled up, jumping out of the car and you held up your hand, “Don’t even say it. I know okay? Can you just take me home please?”

Steve closed his mouth, his eyebrows pushing together as he rounded the front of his BMW. He opened the passenger door for you, waiting for you to climb in. If only he knew how a simple gentlemanly gesture like that was about to make you sob uncontrollably. 

His car was warm and comforting compared to the chilly air you had been standing in for an hour as you tucked yourself into the seat and he closed the door softly. 

You shivered as he sat in the driver’s seat. He glanced over at you as you rubbed your hands together. He slowly leaned over, holding out his hand out to you, still not having said a word. 

You looked at it and then up at him. He leaned closer and smirked, “Trust me.”

You let him take your hands, cupping both of his around them and blowing on your fingertips. The warmth of his breath tingled against them and you felt it settle across your entire body, the sweetness of the gesture making a pressure swell in your chest, the release of tears too close for comfort. 

You would not cry in Steve Harrington’s car. 

You cleared your throat, shaking your head as if to wipe away the thought. He slowly rubbed the tips of your fingertips, pushing the warmth of his into yours as he softly asked, “Have you been standing out here since you called me?”

You nodded, closing your eyes, willing the tears not to fall as you pulled your hands from his.

His hazel eyes danced between yours, filling with that awful look of pity. He must have seen something behind your eyes, a hurt and a wall pushing up that made him decide not to say anything more. Rotating his body back to looking out the windshield, he moved the car into drive. He turned the radio down, but not fully off, he had a thing about the silence nowadays as Robin had put it. You watched the street lights illuminate his face in flashes of a warm orange, slanting across his jaw as he drove across town. 

After several minutes of almost silence, his fingers tapping aimlessly on the wheel, he glanced over at you with a frown, having decided he needed to ask, “What happened?”

You sighed and turned your head to look out your own window, picking at a loose thread on your skirt, “Well, you see, when I go to a movie, I actually like to watch it.”

Steve was silent, waiting for you to elaborate and you huffed out a long breath, “Jason had other plans.”

You watched his knuckles wrap tighter around the steering wheel and you kept going, letting out a dark chuckle, “And don’t get me wrong, I’m all for making out during a movie…but,” you sniffled, hating yourself for letting that stupid boy let your lashes wet with tears, “I’m so stupid. Thought he actually liked me, wanted more than…” you wiped at your tears with one finger as they started to fall, not even trying to hide it anymore, “He practically wanted to have sex right there in the seats, I said no, he called me a tease and walked out.”

Steve muttered, “Asshole.”

He was pulling into your apartment building and you shrugged, clearing your throat as the tears fell down your cheeks silently, “Yeah, well, you win some you lose some. Right?”

He parked and you started to get out and he grabbed your wrist, not possessively like Jason just had only an hour earlier. His grip was loose, tender, and sent tingles of electricity through your arm as he said, “He’s an asshole. Really. You…” he licked his lips and you watched him swallow, “You’re great. And he’s an asshole.”

You nodded, slipping out the door, not being able to bear the look of pity in his eyes as tears fell from your own, “Thanks for the ride Steve.”

You closed the door before he could see you cry any harder and hurried up your steps. 

The phone finally stopped ringing and you sighed with relief, looking at your clock, thanking the lord that Robin had the morning shift on Mondays. She must have known you took the day off and would be at home though that she was even still trying to call. At least at work she wouldn’t be able to call you as frequently throughout the day.

Then the knocking started on your front door. 

You groaned and yelled, “Nobody is home Buckley!”

A muffled yell from behind the door, “It’s Steve!”

You flopped back onto your back across your couch, “Nobody's home Harrington!”

“Come on, open up!”

You fiddled with the pillow you were hugging, “Sorry, closed for the day, try back tomorrow. Hours posted on the door.”

He mumbled something you couldn’t quite make out before it was silent again. You let out a sigh, figuring he gave up. But then you heard the clicking of your lock and you sat up as your front door swung open. 

He smiled, pulling the key out of the door, “Hiya.”

Your mouth dropped open, “How did-”

He spun the spare key on his finger, “Robin.”

You rolled your eyes and made a note to talk to her about boundaries and how the spare key was for her. You returned to your position, laying on your back, “What do you want?”

“You, my lucky friend, are about to get the three phase foolproof plan to pull you out of this funk.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes to the ceiling, “Oh really, is that so?”

The shadow of his body over yours made you glance to the right. He had his hands on his hips and a frown on his face, “Come on. Up. Jason doesn’t deserve this kind of wallowing, it’s been three days. Up, up, get-”

He tugged at one of your hands and you made yourself dead weight, sinking into the couch. You smirked at the vein popping out in his neck and his set jaw as you jabbed, “You need to hit the gym more Harrington.”

He pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth, grunting, then dropped your arm as he crossed his own and squinted his eyes at you. 

Satisfied you had won, you closed your eyes with a smirk on your lips. His gesture of coming over to check on you was kind, but you were sure it was because Robin had told him to since she was working. 

So, you offered a compromise, “Please, I’m fine, I’ll go swing by the store later or something and let Robin know I’m okay so you don’t have to-”

You were being flung through the air suddenly, his arms wrapped around your waist and tossing you over his shoulder. You clenched your thighs together and tried to catch your breath because holy hell was Steve Harrington strong and the way he tossed you like it was nothing was incredibly hot.

He also smelled really good.

You swatted at his back, “Put me down! What do you think you’re doing? Do you break in and man-handle all of your friends because I wouldn’t have signed up for this friendship if I would have-” He ignored your protests and started towards the front door and you hit him repeatedly on the shoulder, “Wait, wait, wait, wait!”

You peered around his side, his hand stopped halfway between his body and the door knob as he let out an exasperated sigh, “What?”

You smiled against the shirt on his lower back, “I don’t have shoes. Does the three phase fool proof plan require sensible footwear?”

He turned and grabbed your sneakers without letting you go or without saying a word. His arms wrapped around the back of your thighs and hand dangerously close to your butt, you stopped fighting him. Instead you turned your focus to trying not be turned on by how easily he carry you like this. He locked up your place with the stolen key, walked down the steps, and dropped you in the passenger seat of his car. 

Able to see his face now as he bent down and shoved your shoes onto your lap, grinning at winning the fight, “Please keep your hands and feet inside the ride at all times.”

You didn’t want to give him any sort of satisfaction, determined to fluster, pester, and annoy him the whole time during whatever thing he’d concocted. You smirked, “Taking me for a ride huh, Harrington?”

He rolled his eyes and tapped the roof of the car twice before closing your door. 

You watched as he tossed the car keys between his hands as he wandered around the front of the car, and you glanced into the back seat, a Seven Eleven grocery bag that you suspected contained snacks. As he slid into the driver’s seat he swatted your hand away, “No peeking.”

You grumbled under your breath about him being so bossy and started to pull your shoes onto your feet. He pulled a cassette tape out of his pocket and held it up in between the two of you. 

When you finished with your shoes and glanced over at him, waiting for him to put the tape in or do or say something, you sat up, trying not to look amused by the scolding motherly look on his face. You’d seen it only a handful of times with all of the young hooligans he and Robin hung out with. 

“Y/N,” he said seriously.

You mimicked his tone, lowering your voice to mock his own, “Steve.”

He tapped the tape against your nose lightly, holding back a smile, “I am about to share with you something so important, so insanely powerfully awesome, that if it falls into the wrong hands, I believe it would be monumentally destructive to the world as we know it.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to keep a serious face as well, “Top secret mixtape, got it.”

He started to pull it out of the case, “I mean it. Even Robin hasn’t heard this.”

That surprised you, Steve and Robin shared everything, “Really? Why?”

He nodded and then shrugged, popping it into his stereo, “She hasn’t needed it. Normally phase 2 is all Robin needs, but I always have to start with phase 1,” he turned the volume dial slightly, “This is a foolproof mix to make you feel on top of the world, but you can’t get greedy with it, it’s only for the really bad times,” he looked over at you and smiled a smug smile, “Too much awesome could kill you.”

You rolled your eyes as the opening guitar of Hammer to Fall by Queen started playing, “What is it with you and this song!?”

He wrapped his arm around the back of your headrest as he backed out of the parking lot, the smell of his deodorant and cologne filling your senses. Christ, what was that? It was like if you could bottle the smell of rain and something woodsey and you hated how it made your brain feel a little fuzzy, wondering how you had never noticed it before. 

He removed his arm, and turned the dial up once again, “Come on, the only way for the mix to work is to sing it”. 

You shook your head and he pointed at you and shouted, “Yeah!” along with the song before drumming on the steering wheel, “Here we stand, or here we fall-”

His voice was loud and the windows were down. You dropped lower in your seat, embarrassed and covered the side of your face as people on the sidewalk hollered at the car.

He poked your side, “Sing, come on, or no phase two, and trust me, you want phase two.”

You sighed and as the music between the verses, you glanced over at him. Drumming furiously on the steering wheel, hair flopping in his eyes as he sang along to the guitar and drums. Just watching him sing along was already making you feel better and you decided maybe you’d play along with his nonsense. 

You took a deep breath, coming in loudly with him as you sang, “Oh, every night, and every day, a little piece of you is falling away,” laughing as Steve raised his pitch and pretended to air guitar with one of his hands as he hit the higher notes that followed. 

You laughed and sang throughout the rest of the song when “Take on Me” came on as you pulled into the very busy and crowded diner parking lot.

“Oh no, Steve, no, there’s so many people standing-”

He turned it up even more, making dramatic faces and drumming along on the console now that you were parked, “If you sing it with me, I’ll turn it down.”

You shook your head turning your face into the seat cushion, fairly certain your mom’s best friend had just made eye contact with you in the side mirror. You would never be able to face this town again after this. 

You hissed, “Steve.”

He shook his head, turning it up even louder, and you reached to get out of the car and he locked the door, gripping your wrist in a strong but gentle hold not unsimilar to how he had held it on Friday night. This time it felt like a shock went through your entire body before settling in your stomach. His eyes were shimmering with laughter, and you got a little lost in the blues, greens, and browns swirling together to make a color that could only be described as Steve.

His face was inches from yours, the scent of his spearmint toothpaste filing your nose as he deepened his voice and dramatically sang the chorus, “Taaake onnn mee,” he punched the air, “Take on me!” 

His happiness and unashamed dorkiness was contagious. You couldn’t help but let the rest of the world fall away, his stupid smile and the stupid song making you want to be a part of whatever got him to look at you like that over and over again. 

He grinned wider as you joined in, throwing your head back with your eyes closed, gripping his hands, “Taake meee onnn, take on me!”

You couldn’t stop laughing as Steve held his fist out to you as a microphone and you screamed into it, “I’ll beee gooone-” 

He whipped his fist back over to his own lips, scrunching his eyes closed and making his voice impossibly high as he shrieked, “In a day or twwoooo!”

“Harrington!”

You both stopped suddenly, laughing and covering your mouth as you saw Eddie crouched in Steve’s open driver’s window.

He was holding a bag out to him, “Please take your pancakes and never sing in public again,” he pointed to you, “Y/N, on the other hand, should come sing with Corroded Coffin.”

Steve held his hand over his chest, laughing breathlessly, “I’m hurt Munson.”

Eddie shook his head as you belted out again, “I’ll be gooonnneee!”

And Steve shrieked even higher, “In a daaaaaaay!”

Eddie covered his ears and walked away, leaving the two of you laughing so hard you were holding your side from it hurting. 

Steve turned the music down, but only slightly, his cheeks flushed, his eyes sparkling, and he held out the bag, “Phase two.”

You opened the bag to find little mini chocolate chip blueberry pancakes and a cup of syrup for you to dunk them in and you glanced up at him, “These aren’t on the menu.”

He stole one out, holding the cup of syrup between the two of you, “Sure aren’t.”

You closed your eyes as the warm blueberries and chocolate chips melted in your mouth. You moaned and let your head fall back against the headrest, already pulling another one out, “Oh my god Harrington, do I wanna know what you had to do to get these made for us?”

He grinned, dipping his own into the syrup, licking his finger free of the dripping sticky liquid and your thighs pushed together impulsively. Jesus, that should be illegal for him to do. 

You watched his gaze flick down to the movement and you prayed to god that he couldn’t hear your heart beating harder. He cleared his throat and you dropped your gaze as he said, “Well, you know what you said Friday night? Something about you win some you lose some?”

You closed your eyes, thoughts of Friday instantly bringing the mood from just seconds before back to how you’d been feeling for the past two days, and you nodded.

You opened your eyes to see him staring at the pancake in his hand, “Well, Robs and I…it’s a lot more losing than winning lately,” he chuckled a little, “Like lose all, win none.”

He took a bite of the pancake stuffing it in his cheek, “Anyways, Robin got Doris to agree to make these for us after one particularly brutal morning after a disastrous party for both of us and well…now we just order the phase two and she’ll make them for us anytime, day or night. Robin waters her plants and I take her dog for a walk.”

You knew Robin had a tough time, but you had no idea Steve had such a bad time with dating. Steve? The guy sitting across from you who was attractive, who smelled amazing, who picked you up no questions asked late on a Friday night, who got sad girls to get up and laugh, who took them to get pancakes and sing off key and listened to them talk? This guy was losing all and winning none?

You shook your head, clearing your throat and keeping your glance down as you admitted, “Well, selfishly I’m a little glad you’ve been losing if it means I get to do this with you now. Bet if you had a win you wouldn’t be spending your Monday making me feel better.”

Both of you rested your temples against the headrests, eyes finding each other’s. He smiled a little and shook his head no and you rolled yours. It felt like you were both holding your breath, waiting for the other to make the next move, to say something. His eyes softened a little, the color turning a little darker. You wanted to lean over and kiss him, to show him he deserved to have a win but he grinned as the next song started playing, turning his eyes away to turn it up.

You blinked, feeling a little dizzy from the thought of wanting to kiss him as he started to reverse out of the parking spot, “Well, if you’re feeling better now, wait till phase three. Best one.”

Walking on Sunshine had started playing and Eddie and the rest of his Hellfire Club who were hanging out outside the diner, threw french fries at you both. Steve and you shared a look, his grin mischievous and you both countered back and forth with his fist as a fake microphone again. 

You sang, “I’m walking on sunshine.”

He screamed, “Woooah!”

Then he pointed out the window at Dustin Henderson, and yelled, “And don’t it feel good!”

Dustin jumped up, singing, “Hey yeah!”

And Eddie and the group booed at you all, Eddie wrestling with Dustin, pulling him into a headlock and screamed, “He’s been corrupted!”

You both laughed as you drove away, singing along to the various songs, giving Steve shit for having “Don’t Go Breaking my Heart” on the playlist, but laughing along as you sang the duet.  You had been munching on the remaining pancakes when he finally pulled up the ridge of the quarry. 

He grabbed the Seven Eleven bag rom the back seat and started to get out of the car, turning the volume all the way up as he nodded for you to follow him. 

Curious what this part of the plan entailed, you stretched as you got out of the car, arms rising above your head as you leaned your head back to soak up the sun washing over you. When you let your arms and head fall, you caught him staring at you, cheek pulled in like he was biting it. He cleared his throat and dumped the bag on the hood of the car as he climbed on. He gestured to it all grandly, taking in the chocolate, pringles, and yoohoo chocolate milk, “Didn’t know what you liked, so I just kind of guessed.”

You nodded, snagging the can of Pringles and popping the lid, “This is good,” you looked out at the quarry, a space that seemed to go on forever, the sounds of the water below you hitting the rocks in waves and the echo of the music making all of your problems disappear. It was peaceful and you nodded, “You were right. Best phase.”

He smiled, a genuinely proud and happy smile that his plan had worked, and then he jumped up, “Oh, this is actually phase three.”

The opening beats of “Juke Box Hero” started playing, and Steve was closing his eyes, pointing at you.

You laughed, “Steve. No.”

He nodded, singing along dramatically and then held up his finger and screamed, “He heard one guitar!” frantically playing air guitar suddenly.

He grabbed your hands and pulled you up, laughing, “You have to do the air guitar.”

You indulged him, because so far the entire day had cheered you up and he hadn’t steered you wrong yet. Both of you air guitaring and singing, falling onto the hood of the car and laughing as the song ended.

He stole two of the pringles out of the can and placed them between his lips and turned to you right as you took a sip of the chocolate milk, choking and gasping as you started laughing again. You weren’t sure when the last time you had laughed so much was. Maybe you had never laughed as hard as you had with him that day. 

His pringles between his lips like a beak and he moved them as he mumbled around them, “What,what’sofunny?”

You laid back on the hood, your hand holding your stomach and wiped at the tears that had formed.

He quickly ate his chips, brushing the crumbs from his lips as his eyes searched yours, “Are you crying? This is supposed to be-”

You shoved his shoulder, “I’m crying from laughing so hard dummy.”

“Oh.”

He laid back next to you and you turned your head so you could face him, your noses almost touching and he licked his lips, “So, it really worked right? No more wallowing about…who again?”

You smiled and rolled your eyes, “Definitely worked. Jason who?”

He smirked and nodded, his nose bumping yours as he did, “He’s such an idiot. You’re…”

He trailed off and closed his eyes. Your arms were pushed next to each other and you felt his pinky brush the back of your hand.

Were you into Steve? His pinky barely grazing your hand was sending a flood of warmth throughout your whole body. He was definitely an attractive person, you had eyes. But it wasn’t just that anymore. The way he had come to your rescue on Friday. How he had insisted on making you feel better all day today. He had been sweet and goofy and made you forget about anything but your own happiness all day. Your face hurt from smiling so much. 

You took a deep breath, eyes dancing over his face noticing all of the freckles and moles across his nose, cheeks, and neck. How the wind ruffled his hair, how his lips moved slowly, mouthing along to the fading song playing. How his yellow shirt pulled at his shoulders, lifting on his torso just slightly to expose the tanned skin beneath it. 

It took everything in you to peel your eyes away from that spot to look into his now open eyes, “Thank you for today Steve.” 

He nodded again, his nose brushing yours slowly and making you shiver. 

The song changed and he grinned, “Oh, this is the best one.”

The opening notes to Everywhere by Fleetwood Mac start and you laugh, “Of course you love Fleetwood Mac too.”

He nodded along to the beat, closing his eyes, “This song is so good, don’t lie to me Y/N, you love it and you know it.”

This time his voice was quiet, barely a breath. The warm air fanning across your lips, the scent of blueberries and syrup hitting you as he sang, “Can you hear me calling out your name? You know that I’m falling and I don’t know what to say.”

You joined in with him, his fingers slowly interlacing with yours, your heart hammering in your chest, so loud in your ears you could barely hear the song anymore, “I’ll speak a little louder, I’ll even shout.”

He opened his eyes, and pressed his forehead to yours, turning his head slightly so his nose brushed the side of yours. You trailed off as he sang, “You know I’m proud and I can’t get the words out.”

He spoke the next lyric instead of singing, “I want to be with you everywhere.”

You acted on impulse and pressed your lips to his gently, pulling away after leaving a soft and short kiss.

You both stared at each other, waiting, an electric charge in the air surrounding you. 

Some sort of switch seemed to be flipped in the both of you, turning your bodies fully towards each other as he wrapped his arms around your waist and you wrapped your leg between the two of his, your lips crashing into one another furiously.

You were both pushing against the other, desperate and needy for one another. His lips pulling and sucking your bottom lip between his. His hand pressed to the small of your back as he pulled you closer. You had never been kissed so tenderly, so passionately. His lips moved over your own with precision and care, building a slow burn in your stomach. 

You breathed into his lips, “Steve.”

He sighed into you, your hands moving up his chest to cradle his jaw as he pulled you on top of him. Your hips pressed against his and he moaned against your lips as you circled them, the large bulge in his denim jeans pushing right where you wanted. Easy to thoroughly feel through the thin material of your sweatpants. 

His hand dipped under your shirt, his fingertips leaving a trail of goosebumps as he made his way to just under your bra, the other tangling in your hair.

You cupped his jaw, pressing yourself on top of him harder, every spot where your bodies touched was a small firework erupting on your skin, your stomach doing flips like a whole circus of acrobats was in it.

You both broke away, a little breathless and his eyes danced between yours as he gasped out, "Should we..."

You nodded, knowing what he was going to say. You both spun in opposite directions, jumping off the hood of the car. Your foot kicked the chocolate milk and it poured on the ground, his the can of pringles.

You opened the back car doors on opposite sides, and you started pulling your sweats off as you climbed in and met in the middle, seeing him frantically kick his jeans down to his ankles. 

You bumped your heads as Signed, Sealed, Delivered started playing and you laughed as you started kissing him frantically, “I love this song.”

He nodded against your lips, pulling you onto his lap. You straddled him, pushing yourself down on his clothed bulge again and moaning from the new pressure now that there was even less fabric between the two of you. His hands pushed at your shirt, raising it above your chest and over your head as you did the same to his. 

You both paused, breathless and stared at the new views of each other, your relationship crossing a line you both knew you couldn’t come back from. The way Steve was looking at you made the already wet spot grow on your underwear. His hands reached out to your sides, gentle, his fingertips brushing over you as his gaze drifted across your body. You could tell from the look in his eyes he felt the same way, that you wanted to cross that line and you didn’t care to go back to the other side.

You took his distraction of staring at your lavender lace covered breasts to take him in as well. Your fingers moved through his chest hair and scraped the skin beneath them as you took in the sight of  his cheeks. A rosy tint to them and his glistening lips, a little fuller and a little more red from all the kissing.

Steve was handsome and the sight of him like this made you want that damn song to be true. You wanted him everywhere. Needed to feel his lips everywhere all at once. Needed to feel him everywhere. 

It's like he read your mind as he leaned into your neck, nose nuzzling against it before his lips started their assault. 

He left a trail of wet kisses across your collarbone, to the little spot at the base of your neck. He nipped the skin gently and started sucking, leaving a bruise to match the color of the bra his fingers were slowly slipping off of you. 

Gimme All Your Lovin started playing and you moaned as his palms brushed against both of your breasts, pushing and rolling them gently. He left the skin on your neck with a quiet pop and you whined as his lips kissed each of your hardened nipples. His tongue dipped out and swirled one as his fingers gently rolled and tugged the other. 

He switched quickly, tugging on the glistening one and you moaned, letting your head fall back, your hips circling down onto his boxers in rhythm with the song.  

His hands slid down your sides, fingers wrapping around to your back as he kissed up your chest and neck, breathing against your jaw, "Is it really cheesy if I say I want you everywhere right now?"

You laughed, thinking that he really could read your mind. But you nodded, needing to let him know that the teasing relationship you had wasn’t going anywhere. You caught his lips, and let out a breathless, "So cheesy."

His fingers dipped into the band of your underwear and pulled your hips to him sharply and he moaned as you circled them against him harder, "I don't care. It's true. I need you everywhere. I need your touch and your sounds and your-"

You kissed him again and he nodded, glad you got the direction he was going in. Kissing Steve Harrington was something you would never recover from. His lips slotted themselves between yours like the two of you had kissed hundreds of times before, pushing and pulling in time with the song as you swallowed the quiet sounds falling from his lips. His hand came up and held your jaw, pulling slightly as his tongue slipped out and licked along your bottom lip, pulling your mouth open. You gasped into his mouth as his other hand grabbed your ass, his fingers gripping your skin and tugging you even lower onto him.

His kissing earlier had been soft and sweet, and while this kissing was faster and harsher, both left you feeling greedy and desperate for more of him. You grinded down against him harder, pulling away to catch your breath, your bodies pressed impossibly close to each other still. Your lips and noses stayed in contact with each other, frantically brushing against each other as you breathed short gasps of air, before diving back in for more. You could feel yourself soaking him through your underwear. 

His hands roamed down your body and his fingers slowly traced the outline of your underwear and then snapped the band.

You let out a whine against his lips and his hands cupped your ass tightly, aggressively, fingers digging into your skin so hard you hoped you had bruises tomorrow. He broke away from the kiss and whispered, "Fuck, I love the sounds that you make honey."

Honey. You were grinding onto Steve Harrington’s barely clothed lap, he was calling you honey, while…Bruce Springsteen was playing?

He yanked you from your thoughts as he did the same to your underwear, pulling them down with one finger on either side, somehow smoothly pulling them to your ankle and didn't give you time to react before he was pushing his fingers through your wet folds.

He moaned, "Is this all for me honey?"

You nodded, your eyes fluttering and your hips shamelessly moving against his fingers, trying to have them dip into you further. 

He chuckled, "My girl is impatient, huh?"

My girl. 

You sucked in a sharp breath as his finger pushed into your entrance, twisted and curled, finding a spot you could never reach yourself almost instantly.

The motion made your hips jolt against him, your hands gripped at his shoulders, his muscles tensing under your fingertips and you closed your eyes, "Steve, keep going, please, please, baby."

He moaned at your words and followed your command. He pushed a second finger into you, his thumb brushing soft circles against your swollen and throbbing clit as you whined. 

He grabbed your chin with his other hand and tugged you down to him, changing his pace from earlier. His lips parting yours gently, opening you up slowly and licking into you as his tongue danced around yours, matching the pace with his fingers. 

Your body was coiled and you whimpered into his lips, feeling the hot pressure in your stomach rise to its breaking point.

He wrapped his hand around your jaw, pulling you even closer and nodded against you, encouraging you, your walls fluttering around his fingers as he slid a third one in and slowly pulled them out, pushing them in and swirling, repeating it at a building pace.

Your noses brushing together, his lips soft and plush against your own, the coil in your stomach was pulling and tightening, as the song changed to You Make Loving Fun. 

He sighed into your mouth, his fingers moving and out of you at a brutal pace, the wet sounds caused from him almost drowning out the song. His circles with his thumb on your swollen nerves became short presses, dipping down to bring more of your slick up to the throbbing button, "Cum for me honey, please. Wanna feel you fall apart all over my fingers. Wanna hear you. Wanna-"

You gripped his shoulders, his words and the sharp pushes to your clit pushed you over your edge, the coil snapping and the rising heat in your body was now white hot, rushing through every inch of your skin, making you see stars as you closed your eyes and felt your walls clenching and fluttering around his fingers, sucking him in deeper. You felt his hips buck up into you a little, twitching beneath you. 

His fingers slowly kept their circles and thrusts going, pulling you through your orgasm until he felt you squirm against them. He slowly pulled them out of you, you felt the sticky wetness against your thigh as you collapsed, your forehead falling onto one of his shoulders. You had never been kissed or fingered like that in your life, and Steve Harrington was the one to do it. He had made you cum like you never had during a Fleetwood Mac song in the back of his car. 

You laughed a little at the thought as he ran his other hand through your hair, waiting for you to catch your breath. His hand slid down from your ear to your jaw and he turned your face up towards him, leaving small, chaste kisses across your sweaty forehead, the bridge of your nose, the apple of your cheek, and finally one sweet and slow one to your lips.

You sighed into him and started to move your hands down his chest towards his waistline and he stopped your wrists, shaking his head no, his lips brushing against yours.

"I'm good honey."

You pulled away slightly, "What? But you didn't..."

He cleared his throat and closed his eyes and nodded, "I did."

You looked down to see a wet spot on his boxers and smirked and he pulled you to his chest, a smile on his face, "Don't look so smug."

"Me? Smug? Never..." 

He rolled his eyes, his fingers trailing up your arms that were wrapped around his neck, up to your shoulders and pushed your hair away from your sweaty neck. He leaned forward and kissed your jaw, "How about we both go get some new clothes and I take you on a proper date?"

You grinned, "Really?"

He nodded, his lips moving up and down your jaw and he let out a soft sigh, "Dinner, movie," he pulled away and smirked, “And after watching the movie, maybe making out only a little,” he gripped your ass tighter, "Dessert."

You laughed and pulled away from him, and now you could see the confident tone and actions were all a front for this sweet boy. His eyes were wide and fragile, hopeful and caring. 

You slowly nodded, leaning in to kiss him, "You got yourself a date Harrington."

He grinned against your lips, "Good, cause I wanna be with you everywhere."

You laughed, shoving each other's shoulders and he helped you find your clothes that had been flung across the car.  

He rewound his tape, playing Everywhere and held your hand on the console as you both screamed it out the open windows the whole way back into town. 

Win Some, Lose Some:

[thenotsofantasticlifestory]

I just had to get this out, ever since this post by @babblingeccentric it's literally all I can think about I'm ruined. Probably (definitely) gonna flush this out into a full smut but have this for now

Kid felt himself pulling at the feathers of his jacket for the twentieth time. Nothing was really even going on, he was in the main lounge of the ship with other crew members having a drink and chatting away as the ship sailed smoothly toward their next destination.

He just couldn’t stop staring at you.

It was ridiculous really, how someone so much smaller than him was able to take him down sexually. You had finally convinced him to let you peg him the previous night and Kid was quickly whipped for it.

Sure, he started out on top, it was just in his nature, hell he hadn’t even really expected to enjoy this that much but you were so keen to try it he figure he’d be a good boyfriend and give it a shot. What shocked him were the lewd, downright filthy moans and whines the cock punched out of him as his entire body flushed and he felt himself melting from the inside out in one of the most mind-blowing orgasms he’d ever had.

Needless to say, he wanted to do it again.

But the idea of it, bringing him, Eustass Kid, down on his hand and knees into a quivering heated mess, he still couldn’t quite wrap his head around it. It was like seeing some other version of himself he hadn’t known existed, still wasn’t entirely convinced actually did exist if it weren’t for the slight soreness of his ass the following day. He had a reputation to uphold after all, he was one of the most feared, bloodthirsty men of the seas and the crew definitely didn’t need to get involved in the intricacies of their captain’s sex life.

You caught his eye and Kid felt himself flush down to his neck, images of the previous night already replaying in his head, the sweat dripping down his shaky thighs as you fucked into him, letting him rut into the sheets for some desperate relief, pulling him back by his hair as you angled just right that had him seeing stars, lipstick smeared across his face, when you-

Kid nearly slapped himself, probably would have if he hadn’t been in a room full of people.

Get it fucking together.

To his horror he saw you saunter your way over, maybe it was the fact you’d pegged him last night but there seemed to be a more confident strut to your step, or maybe he was just imagining things. Kid put the beer he had to his mouth and chugged.

“Doing okay?” you asked.

He choked just a bit, managing to cover it up as a cough as he wiped his lips, “ ‘M fine, why wouldn’t I be?”

“Well it seems like you’ve been avoiding me all day.”

Kid glanced down at your hand, fingers lightly gripping the bottle and remembered the way those clever fingers twisted inside him, stretching him, prepping him. Kid gulped, he could feel a stirring in his pants already and shuffled a bit to hide it.

“Did I do something to make you mad?” You asked and Kid stared back wide eyed, genuinely confused.

“What?”

“Well, ever since last night I can’t seem to get two seconds with you,” you leaned in closer, a conspiratorial whisper and Kid felt you pressing against him in ways he liked a little too much, “I mean, you seemed like you really liked it, but if you didn’t-“

“It’s not that!” he hissed, eyes darting around to see if any of the others were eavesdropping their conversation. Against his better judgement, he decided honesty was probably the best policy here, “I just can’t even fucking look at you…”

You pulled back, looking hurt, “Why?”

“No! Shit it’s just…” his head swung around, wary of the others, “…I just keep thinking about last night and-…”

You noticed the bulge growing in his pants and suddenly understood, “Oh,” a sly smirk crawled up your face as you discreetly ran a teasing finger down his length, and the way he practically jumped had your grin growing wider.

“So you did like it huh?”

Kid grumbled, “Just shut up and stand in front of me until I get this under control,” he grasped your shoulders, placing you strategically in before him. But of course, you had to tease him a bit, I mean who ever got to see this side of Eustass Kid?

“You know,” you leaned in casually, “I didn’t know you were such a screamer.”

Kid froze, his eyes wide and face red.

“It’s cute~” you continued.

His hand slapped over your mouth with a whispered hiss of ‘shut the fuck up’ but he could feel your grin against his fingers and it made the heat bloom to the tips of his ears.

[leakyweep]

If you're still doing the smut prompts could I get

You're saying you want to ride my face? With Corazon please because I need to see that lipstick all messy 🥵

AHHH my baby my cinnamon apple coraaa~ thank you for the request my love!

As soon as Cora returned from one of his missions, you basically pushed him towards the bed and insisted he get comfy on his back. It had been weeks since you'd seen him, and other than a few late nights pleasuring yourselves through the mushi, you hadn't been able to make love to him in a while. He welcomed your curvy form on top of him, smiling with wonder at the way you eagerly removed your panties and straddled his waist.

"Looks like you missed me..." he whispered, smirking at you from below as you pushed his golden bangs back and out of the way.

"Of course I did, mi amor~" you answered, as if it should have been obvious you yearned to fall asleep with your lover every night, "And now I'm gonna use you to take care of myself."

You began to crawl towards his face, his scarred, muscled arms welcoming you to sit your beautiful, glistening cunt onto his red-painted lips. "You're saying you wanna ride my face?" He asked eagerly, always ready to please when needed.

"No, I'm going to WWE slam you from above and do a sick backflip off the headboard." You stuck out your tongue at him playfully, a sly smile on your features as you lowered your pussy onto his mouth. A moan rippled from your throat as he immediately began circling your clit with his tongue, squeezing the fat of your ass in his capable palms.

"Don't get smart with me," he gasped between licks, eyeing you from right below your mound, "I'll make a mess out of you."

"Aren't you already?" You asked with mock disappointment, motioning to the red lipstick smeared across your thighs, "I-hah- mean, just look at how smudged your lipstick is."

He pulled away for a moment, eyes hazed with lust and devotion, to glaze them across your cunt lips and lush thighs. He chuckled a bit before continuing to lap at your folds. "What can I say? It's my favorite way to see you. Even better if you had those pretty red ribbons we've got to tie up your wrists and let me have my way."

"Well, what are we waiting for?"

[puppy-t337h]

New chapter for Do Me No Good out soon!!!

Got some life stuff happening so it might be a few more days yet but!! it's almost done and it's my favorite chapter yet

MINORS DNI 🔞🔞

here's a snippet to apologize for the wait :)

CW: head (female receiving), car sex, sex with feelings, Miguel being a sweetheart, reader as a sex worker

"God, ffucking…ah…"

You panted heavily as you let the back of your head fall back against your car window. Words were hard to formulate in your brain nevermind in your throat, and Miguel's hold on your legs tightened as you squeezed his head between your thighs.

"Mm," he hummed at the pressure at his temples, removing his mouth from your throbbing cunt for a moment to speak. "Your daughter…?" He prompted, reminding you where you had left off speaking.

"Oh, yes…yeah…" You breathed as he attacked your clit once again with his tongue, fangs grazing gently against the sensitive flesh there. Your eyes blinked away the tears that pricked the corners of your eyes and you raised a shaky hand to run it back through your messy hair. "She has, um…f-fuck…chemo…then she'll be back at th–mmm…the apartment…"

"Mhm."

"And we can't k-keep meeting here like this."

"Why not?" He murmured, voice muffled. Your hands, tangled in his pretty, dark hair, clenched the wavy stands tight. Every time you got close, he would back away to speak again, and he smirked at how each time it left you sputtering and dazed.

"Because—" you stuttered. "B-because…"

"You got it, amor. Because…?"

You bucked your hips to shut him up and the feeling of his face against your cunt made you gasp through your teeth.

"Because we'll get caught," you hissed through a moan. "You s-saw how my boss looked at you earlier. He's onto you. Everyone's suspecting something. Coworkers know your name, regulars get mad at you…fuck…"

"Hmm. Don't care."

"You s-should care," You argued. "People notice. You don't exactly…blend in…"

He lifted his head to glance up at you, breathless as he wiped his mouth on the back of his palm. His red eyes shined in the low light of the night, his sunglasses tossed somewhere in the car. He shifted to palm himself through his jeans and there was a crunch to his left as he shifted his weight.

Oh. Found them.

"You worry too much," he replied with an unbothered shrug, hot breath fanning out across your sensitive skin.

Miguel had been hovering lately; he spent more time at the club during your shifts just…sitting. Sometimes with his arms crossed, sometimes with a drink, sometimes he stood off to the side and ignored all the looks sent his way. Like a dog, he'd linger—eyes peeled for any sign of danger.

You were annoyed—but you can't deny that the days felt less draining knowing he'd be there if things went awry.

"It's bad for business," you grunt back.

"Then quit."

"No."

"Then this is the compromise, hermosa," he responded—lazy, red eyes flickering back up to you with an expression that said there was no changing his mind. "Someone's gotta have your back."

Like always, your heart fluttered. Mad at yourself, you tugged his hair in response, pulling him back down to pick up where he left off. Your head fell back against the window again as you let out a strangled, needy moan. "God…quit fucking talking."

He chuckled and gripped your thighs again. Within minutes you were gone—head spinning as you climaxed right there on Miguel's face, your back arched awkwardly across the back seat of your ancient car.

"You do enough for me," Miguel breathed as he crawled in and over you, and his hair brushed against the roof of the car. The top few buttons of his white dress shirt are undone: revealing glossy, sweaty tan skin underneath dotted with your smeared lipstick and faded hickies. Gently—oh, so gently—he shifted your arm away from your face and wiped the tears from your eyes as you blinked dumbly up at him. "Let me return the favor."

Miguel didn't miss how you swallowed hard against his hand as you stared up at him. You made a mess out of him, you always did, but he looked less tired these days. His cheeks were a little less sunken and his eyes brighter. He felt better now that it had been a week since that night at your apartment---since seeing you had become a consistent part of his routine. Now, he was eating again. He was sleeping well. He was less irritable. You made him feel better—and he was set on the idea of taking the implications behind that statement to his grave. You were just the distraction he needed whenever his thoughts got the best of him, that's all, and he wanted to do the same for you. He wanted to bring you the same amount of peace of mind the only other way he knew how.

"I'm fine," you said, again, for the umpteenth time that week before you reached over to grab your leather shorts from the car floor. "Now move, I gotta get up early tomorrow."

[1-800-hwahui]

bite me || w.jh

member — vampire!jun x vampire slayer!afab reader + marking genre — smut word count — 1.5k warnings — switch!jun in a vampire costume, switch!reader in a vampire slayer costume, tiny bit of role-playing, oral (f receiving), blond jun, fake blood, terrible bat puns notes — lowercase intended, no gendered pronouns/pet names but reader is afab. lmk if i missed anything! - 💒

minors dni - you will be blocked

“how about you put those pretty teeth to use, baby?”

the fake wooden stake holstered in the belt hanging around your hips pokes his leg as you climb up the bed, straddling jun's slim waist with your thighs.

you’d scoffed at his idea of being a vampire and a vampire slayer for halloween that year; everybody did that. but when he’d explained the plans he had in mind for you after the halloween party you were attending at your friend cheol’s house, suddenly the themed costumes sounded very appealing.

so you’d helped him with his makeup, covering his face with white foundation and adding smears of “blood” to the corner of his mouth with lipstick, brushing dark circles under his eyes with powder and helping him gel his hair just right. he’d looked like a perfect vampire– before the party, that is. now, was a different story.

he shivers as you lean down to run your hand down the side of his neck, the coolness of your fingers soothing the burning heat beneath his skin. the pale makeup covering his face does nothing to hide the bright red flush painting his cheeks.

his eyes dart down and back up when you trace your thumb along his lip. a little bit of the fake blood painted onto his chin stains your finger, and you lift it to your mouth, slowly wrapping your lips around your thumb, making sure he��s watching your every pronounced move. oh, he’s watching, alright: there’s fire in his eyes, and it isn’t from the colored contacts he’s wearing.

you keep eye contact as you lay down on his chest, staring up at him innocently through your eyelashes as you tug the sleeve of his shirt down to expose his shoulder. your teeth make contact with his collarbones, sucking deep purple marks into his flawless skin, and he kicks his head back in an open-mouthed moan, giving you better access to his neck.

you lean away, sitting back on your heels to admire the bruises you’ve made across his shoulder. he sits up with you, hands squeezing at your hips to adjust you onto his lap.

his long arms wrap around your body, pressing you to his chest as his lips find yours, tongue gently delving into your mouth. 

you bite down experimentally on his bottom lip, relishing in the way he growls into the kiss, his mouth moving roughly against yours. his lips are warm and puffy from how hard you're kissing him, and by now you're sure his makeup is smeared messily across his mouth.

you start to grind down on his clothed bulge, getting impatient. he groans into your mouth, gripping your waist harder and pressing you down against his lap as his hips push up against you. you slide your hands up between you, pushing against his chest to pull yourself away.

he frowns, his hands still squeezing your waist, and he gives you a questioning look.

you pretend to pout, growing bored of his mouth. you want something else, you want something more. and you're tired of doing all the work.

“you gonna bite me or what, vampire boy? or do i have to do it myself?”

“oh, i will.”

a flash of amusement flickers across his eyes, and in one swift motion he slips his legs out from underneath you and flips you over, slamming you down onto your back on the bed. “if that’s what you want, sweetheart,” he smirks, almost mocking the surprised look on your face at the sudden change in positions.

“what’s wrong, baby? bat got your tongue?” junhui gloats when you don't reply.

if you weren’t currently pinned to the bed with his full weight on top of you, you’d smack him for making such a terrible pun, but you’re too focused on how good his hands feel on you to care, let alone to fight back.

the way the neckline of his white shirt hangs above you is low enough for you to glance down it and see his broad chest, heaving slightly from the exertion of manhandling you.

“i thought you were supposed to slay me? aren’t you strong enough, baby?” he says as he stares down at you, his tone sweetly condescending.

"jun, please," you whine, wriggling underneath him. 

"please, what? you were just trying to kill me, and now you want something from me," he tsks.

"please, fuck me," you breathe out, your hands sliding up his back to tug at the hem of his shirt, trying to pull it up and off of him.

"mmm, fine, you've convinced me," he murmurs, letting you pull his blouse over his head as his deft fingers unlatch your belt, tossing it effortlessly across the room. you suck in a breath at the sight of him; you’ve seen him like this so many times, but he never fails to make your heart skip a beat.

your hands fall to his chest, caressing the smooth skin before trailing lower, tracing your fingers along the defined ridges of his abs. his stomach tenses, muscles flexing at your feather-light, almost teasing, touch.

his fingers slide your pants down your hips, pulling them off in one smooth motion and letting them fall to the floor, quickly followed by his own. eagerly you sit up and throw your own shirt off, letting your breasts spill out.

jun smirks, pushing you back flat against the bed and pinning your wrists above you with one hand. he leans down, taking one nipple in his mouth and sucking hard while his free hand toys with the other. you whimper, arching away from the bed, wanting more, needing more.

“jun…” you moan his name breathlessly, squirming in his grasp, trying to get closer to him.

he grins against your chest and moves his hand down to play with your clit, dragging his fingers through your folds and drawing patterns on your clit with his thumb.

“mm, so wet for me, baby,” he groans, dipping just the tip of his finger inside you teasingly.

you whine as he hovers over your body, moving down and positioning himself at the end of the bed.

his nose nestles in between your legs, and he attaches his plush lips to the inside of your thigh, sucking bruises into the soft skin. you groan, wiggling a little, the movement tickling the sensitive areas of your thigh.

his mouth slides up to your hips, breath ghosting over your heat, making you shiver. once again he begins leaving marks along your body, biting and sucking at your hip bones. deep purple bruises have already begun to bloom up and down your legs by the time he’s moved his way up to your breasts, taking one in his mouth while gentle hands squeeze the other. you sigh and close your eyes, enjoying the way his mouth feels on you.

but suddenly his lips leave your nipple. you whine at the loss, but soon he dives into your folds, his mouth finding your clit. automatically you arch your back away from him, but his fingers grip down hard on your hips, holding you in place. 

he completely surrounds you with his lips, sucking with so much force you almost forget to breathe. he gently tugs at your clit with his teeth, and your legs instinctively try to shut around his head, but his strong hands keep you spread open. you can feel your orgasm approaching fast as jun keeps working away at your clit, devouring your pussy like a starved man.

your voice becomes higher as he continues, a stream of curses and whines of his name, begging him to let you have your release.

your hand snakes down to tug at his hair, trying to pull him closer, searching for any friction you can get. he groans at your touch, rutting his hips against the side of bed as yours rut against his mouth. with one more gentle bite to your clit, you come undone on his tongue, his name leaving your lips in a frenzied cry, your hands gripping his blond hair until your knuckles turn white. his lips never leave you as he works you through your orgasm, tongue darting out to toy with your clit before diving back into your cunt.

when he finally pulls away after you’ve come down, his chin is a mess; the fake blood had smeared across his mouth, mixing with your juices.

he grins at the fucked-out look on your face, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand, streaking the makeup even more.

“is that enough biting for you, baby?”

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[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

Mommytober Series 2022-Day 7

Clothed Sex w Mommy!Hyunjin (Stray Kids)

Dom!Hyunjin X Sub!Fem Reader

Content Includes: Bathroom sex, reader calls Hyunjin 'Mommy', jealous Hyunjin, very little foreplay, mirror sex, humiliation, praise, quickies, exhibitionism, idol AU

18+ Only

This is pure filth and does not portray an accurate representation of the stated Kpop idol.

'If you move your eyes from the mirror, then Mommy won't let you cum'.

Hyunjin's eyes had been scanning all over body the entire time you've been at this event.

The public dating ban for Hyunjin had been lifted and this was Hyunjin's first official premiere with you as his partner and obviously, you were the entire talk of the ball.

Your dress tailored in all the right places and you wore it with a cranberry lip, nude heels and a pearl necklace.

You were the biggest name on everyone's lips and everyone was talking about you and you loved it, you loved the attention.

And you know else noticed that you were the gorgeous prize other celebrities were wanting to claim?

Hyunjin.

And that's how you ended up with your elbows propped on the marble sink, trying not to slip with your heels on as Hyunjin thrusts into you with a relentless pace.

Hyunjin's black velvet jacket was slung carelessly across the bathroom ledge, black silk shirt pulled up to the elbows, tailored pants pulled down just enough to free his dripping cock and his styled middle-parted hair pushed behind his ears.

'Do you like it? Do you like making Mommy mad?'

Hyunjin's hands were gripped onto your hips, fingernails denting in as he plowed into you. He hadn't even pulled your underwear down, they were now pushed to the side and provided the perfect friction as your pubic bone was repeatedly slammed into the edge of the counter.

'No Mommy, I' *ahh* 'just' *mmh* 'want to be' *hah* 'good for you' You stared at yourself in the mirror, a sheen of sweat adding to the highlighter on your cheekbones, a flushed look on your cheeks.

You looked gorgeous and fucked out of your mind.

That thought was lost when Hyunjin's cock pressed right into your g-spot as you bit the bottom of your lip to try and hide the cries of pleasure erupting from your mouth, the lipstick starting to smear near the cupid's bow.

Hyunjin pulled you up against his chest, one hand wrapped around your waist and the other moved to harshly rub circles across your clit, your legs were shaking, feet gripped onto the sole of the heel so you wouldn't slip.

'Mommy! Please Mommy let me cum!' you whined into the mirror, Hyunjin's frenzied gaze locking eyes with you through the glass.

Hyunjin chucked at the sound of your pleas and pressed his hand onto the swell of your stomach, pushing onto his cock further and feeling him thrust into you deeper.

'That's right poppet, let everyone know who you call Mommy' He grunted into your ear, you were so close and with a few harsh circles rubbed onto your clit, you smothered your face into Hyunjin's neck as you came, your cranberry lipstick smeared on his neck.

Hyunjin quickly pulled out of you and fisted himself three times before you felt his cum smear on your thighs.

You stayed silent for a couple of moments both panting and staring at each other through the mirror before you let out a breathy laugh at the thought of just having Hyunjin blow your back out in a public bathroom.

'You okay poppet?'

Hyunjin's voice softened, grabbing some toilet paper to wipe the cum away and pulled your panties back in place.

'Yeah' you turned to face him and adjust your dress so you looked respectable again.

You noticed the lipstick marks on his neck as your arms laced around his neck, you looked up at him with a smirk on your face.

'Are you going to go back out there with your neck like that?'

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