#i can’t tell if the ponytail is to fight or suck his dick

[lnfours]

God was that a threat? Oh well *puts hair in a ponytail*

IM SO CONFUSED WHAT IS GOING ON

[zriasstuff]

Mercy-Draco Malfoy x reader smut

Warnings: 18+ mature oneshot (1.7k words), barely any plot; just porn, sub!draco

To the person that requested a Draco Malfoy fanfic like 10 days ago: here it finally is

Draco inhales sharply through his teeth as you go over his bleeding wound with a cotton ball. You had told him a thousand times already to not get into a fight again, yet he just wouldn’t listen and did so nonetheless.

“C'mon they deserved it, you understand right?”, he tried to justify his actions, to which you shook your head in disapproval.

“You can’t just go around acting like a dick and then expect people to clean up after you all the time”, you lecture him, hoping he’ll see his wrongdoings.

“Well for now I got you, don’t I?”, he smugly retorts, hissing along the way as the cotton ball touches his wound again. What a prick he could be sometimes.

“For now”, you warn him sternly. Draco was well aware he’d have to play nice with you, his close friend who genuinely helped him when he needed it.

You, of course, didn't want to enable Draco, but he did show his gratitude in pleasant ways. Ways such as treating you to stuff in Hogsmeade, helping you with homework, sweet talking you to professors, and so on.

Today's wound landed on his lower torso, something he’d gotten from a guy on the Gryffindor quidditch team, whom he insulted as mudblood. Being a pure blood yourself, you were aware of your guys' hate towards muggles, but you didn’t condone it.

Seeing his pained facial expression, pulling all types of grimaces, you say “I know it hurts, but that will only help you to learn your lesson.”

“And what lesson is that? That I have to show less mercy next time?”, Draco stupidly grins when failing to acknowledge his fault.

“Sure, tough guy”, you roll your eyes at him.

Now, he was almost all fixed up and you just had to put a large, squared band aid over his cleaned wound.

As you lean in towards his lower torso, you hear a huffed grunt coming from Draco, who is looking a bit thrown.

“What is it, did I hurt you?”, you ask him.

Draco wasn’t hurt. More so, he was rather feeling something completely opposite.

Innerly, he started replaying the moment in his head of when your tits made the lightest contact with his dick. They had brushed over his groin, when you were leaning in to put the band aid on the wound.

Of course you hadn’t noticed, but he certainly couldn’t forget. His mind was going through all sorts of dirty, nasty, mental images. That one little touch caused all restraint to fly out the window, and all he could think of was how you would look naked, tits uncovered, bouncing in front of him.

How would fuck your tits and afterwards paint them with his cum. The position you were in also allowed you to give him a perfect blowjob. Draco was sitting on a chair and you knelt in front of him because it was the easiest way for you to treat him.

Surely, you wouldn’t have imagined that this position would cause his poor mind to fantasize to such naughty extent.

It became all too much in his head, such a reaction from so little touch. Was he really that horny and desperate? Draco tried to block it out, to not make this weird.

But seeing you like this, having felt you in such a way, simply made you too irresistible.

Draco didn’t even know what got into him, but he bent down promptly, grabbed your ponytail and told you exactly what he wanted- no craved right now.

“Please suck me off right now”, he suddenly muttered in your ear, giving you the most troubled look you’ve ever seen.

“What the fu- what the hell is wrong with you?!”, you exclaim at his words. You couldn’t fully believe what you just heard.

Draco pulls back again, letting go of your ponytail in the process. He seemed slightly ashamed, but you could tell he wouldn’t let go of this easily. Hell, if he played his cards right…

He himself couldn’t even fully grasp why he wanted this so badly all of a sudden. His mind was definitely fucking with him. But with all the stress he was under- being involved with the Death Eaters, and having no way of venting- all he needed was you right now.

“Please, just do it?”, he appeared defeated. You’d never seen him so frantic before.

“Look, I really need this, I need you. You’ll help me with anything, right?”

Needing to come up with a response, you go over all the possibilities in your head. You arrive at a well thought out conclusion seconds later.

“You’ll explain yourself later”, you firstly demand from him. You saw that Draco was completely out of his element, but that’s not why you agreed. Doing this for him would have him at your mercy, maybe you would enjoy holding this over his head later on. Win win, right?

“Ready?”, you coo at him before your hand makes contact with the growing bulge in his pants. Draco winces a little, letting out a relieved moan.

From all the pent up frustration, he desperately needed this. While you stroke around his bulge, he already starts jerking his growing length against your palm. That’s when you give his cock a warning squeeze.

“This isn’t up to you”, you talk down to him. Innerly you loved every second of this. Draco going from harsh and brassy to obedient.

Abruptly, he stops moving, so you carry on with palming his cock until it’s visibly hard through his pants. Here and there a little wince escapes his mouth, wanting immediate pleasure instead of tedious teasing.

After enough playing around, you start to unzip his pants with your mouth. You make sure to glance at him while doing it, just to see how crazy it drives him. His stunned reaction was so worth it.

Every second he relished and wished you would just take him in already. When you remove the last layer of clothing, you’re shocked to see how much bigger he is than you’d ever encountered. From your eyes widening and your mouth gaping slightly, he could tell his size turned you on.

His cock was incredibly hard and leaking drops of precum already from all the teasing, practically aching to be sucked and toyed with.

Your tongue licks a long stripe along his shaft first, which evokes a small whimper from Draco. Instantly he shuts himself up, wanting to control himself, but you want to hear more of those delicious sounds.

So, you keep peppering his cock with kitten licks, especially at his leaking tip. No longer able to hold himself back, Draco fully lets himself go and lets out a breathy whimper.

“Please stop with the teasing already”, he whines after having already endured that much.

Luckily you are feeling generous, so you slide him into your mouth, his big cock disappearing inch by inch. When it glided fully in, it hit the back of your throat, making you gag.

Draco had to forcefully keep his hands on his thighs, otherwise he’d destroy your throat right now. His cock felt so good in your warm, wet mouth. He was amused, seeing you gag from his length.

Not wanting to back out, you ignore your gag reflex. You keep your tongue flat, and start bobbing your head up and down on his cock. Instantly, you feel the saliva running down from the corners of your mouth.

It was messy and sloppy, and the whimpers coming from Draco were heavenly. While trying your hardest to not gag, you continued sucking and twirling your tongue around him like a lollipop. Of course you made sure that his balls didn’t feel left out either. With one free hand you gently massaged them, rolling them in your hand.

Soon enough the stimulation had gotten to Draco. The way you glanced up at him, doe eyed, salivating on cock, awakened some strange feelings in him.

A few more seconds of pure ecstasy, and he started violently bucking his hips, signaling his oncoming orgasm.

More uncontrollable whimpers and curses left his mouth. Finally, you tipped him over the edge when you let his cock hit the back of your throat repeatedly.

His ropes of cum quickly dripped down your throat- shame that you could barely taste it as he was in so deep.

“That was fucking amazing”, he sighs at you, completely out of breath.

With his cock still hanging out, even though it’s soft, you have a fun idea. You spit in your mouth, and as Draco watches, he has no idea what you’re up to.

His eyes widen, when he sees your hand move towards his cock again.

He curses loudly, when you start to pump his shaft. It was absolutely too much for him, especially after he just came.

“Tell me, did you come?”, you ask Draco in a teasing tone. He didn’t answer as he was too focused on the mix of pleasure and pain that was being inflicted on his poor, overused cock.

Completely ignoring the question, you ask it again, yet when there was no answer this time you start pumping him even faster than before. “FUCK”, Draco yelps out, as he clings onto his chair with both hands.

“Earlier when you came in my mouth, did you ask for permission?”. Of course he didn’t, that’s why you asked.

“No”, he whines, looking dazzled. “Stop fucking with me”, he groans, but secretly he enjoyed being messed around with. Maybe that’s what he needed, someone assertive, yet caring.

The agonizing pain was becoming too overpowering second by second.

“Ok, please let me off, I’ll be good next time”, he continues whining in his needy tone.

“Who said there’ll be a next time”, you coo, “and don’t lie, you’re enjoying this”. You continue torturing his cock until he finally can’t take it anymore, twitching uncontrollably in your hand.

As you keep roughly squeezing and pumping his cock, Draco painfully comes a second time. He throws his head back before looking at you again, meanwhile you seductively licked his cum on your hand. In the end, Draco managed to huff out a hoarse “thank you”.

After this blissful experience, Draco would be making sure, that there would in fact be a next time.

[arsenalfanf1]

can I request a smut? if you don't wanna do it you can just ignore me ig, but i'd like something where lando is the one that always gives, he'd rather be the one to give than receive, but one day we're desperate so we basically beg him to sit down and let us suck him up, and when we do that he just becomes a mess, he ends up thrusting into our mouth while whining

You were desperate, you had saw photos of Lando on your timeline and how hot he looked and now all you could think about is pushing him onto the bed and sucking him off until he saw stars.

“Baby I’m home” you heard a voice say, you didn’t even realise the time, he had been out on the track today and had an early morning so this was the first time you would see him. “Hey love” you said meeting him in the kitchen, he had a tight fitting shirt showing off his abs. “I missed you today” you complained “I missed you too but I’m here now” he replied “Saw you showing off on twitter today looking all hot, made me horny” you complained “Sorry love” he kissed your mouth, before moving down to your neck thank god you wore a oversized top today.

He unbutton your jeans but before he could get any further you stopped him “please let me suck you off, all I’ve been thinking about all day please” you didn’t care how desperate you sounded you were desperate “Please sit down let me pleasure you for once” you very rarely got to give him head he would always been the one to pleasure you, he was never a selfish lover.

“I’m never going to say no” he unbuttoned his own jeans pushing them down to his ankles before sitting down on the seat, you had never done anything in the kitchen before thank god you spent the day cleaning it.

You got down on your knees and you pulled down his pants and took out his dick before you started stroking him, he was always hard “I can’t wait to put your cock I’m my mouth” after a couple seconds you felt he was ready, you licked the tip first licking his pre cum, moaning while doing so.

“Fuck we should have done this sooner” you complained. You took as much of him as you could in your mouth, playing with his balls. Lando was a moaning mess, he was so use to being the one giving head, he forgot how much he liked receiving it.

You could tell he was desperate, grabbing your hair and putting it into a ponytail gripping on it. “Fuck you take me so good pretty girl” he moaned out. “As much as I love it if git to fuck your mouth you would like that would you?” He asked already knowing your answer, you just nodded too focused on sucking him off.

He kept a hold of your hair and held you in place so he could thrust into your mouth “Fucking hell baby” he moaned, you had never been so turned on before, you wish you did this earlier.

“Look how pretty and desperate my girl looks” he said all matching with his thrusts. You couldn’t care how desperate you looked you were, you had been thinking about it for so long, he went too deep at times making you gag over his length.

“I’m gonna cum” he moaned out “where do you want it? Tits? Or mouth” he asked letting you reply “mouth” before he thrusted back into your mouth.

He cummed right in your mouth, slowing down his movements, talking about how good you did and how you would definitely do that again soon. “You taste so good baby” you moaned, trying to give him a kiss “no kisses till you brush your teeth I don’t want to taste myself” he complained, instead of fighting it you got up brushed your teeth and even used mouthwash before making your way back over to him to give him a big kiss.

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Sorry it’s a short one trying to get my requests out I’m struggling a bit

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[recklessmark]

prove it

—enemies to lovers trope

Mark Lee x Reader

Words: 2180

Warnings: unprotected sex (be safe guys), face-cumming, oral sex, a lot of degradation, dirty talk, overstimulation, fingering, mirror sex, spanking, breeding kink, idk but it’s just mark fucking you dumb.

You tied your hair up in a high ponytail. Washing your face with some water, you look at yourself in the mirror. The thoughts of him have been wandering in your mind for eternities and you hate it.

Walking into the training room, you were expecting to be alone, to exercise and clear your mind of all distractions of Mark Lee. You clearly did not expect to see the man in question himself, your enemy to be in the room. His fists mercilessly pounding into the punching bag, he’s shirtless, skin damp and glowing. You definitely should try harder to hate Mark but he always makes thing so damn hard. Without making a noise, you swallow hard, turning around to leave when suddenly a hand slamming the door closed, a body pinning itself against your backside. You froze at your place, biting your inner cheeks when a pair of lips lands on your ear.

“You really don’t think that we can get along for at least 10 minutes?”, Mark asks, his breath hot against your skin.

“Are you repulsed by me that much?”, his hand is suddenly at your hip, “Or is it the opposite?”

“Don’t flatter yourself too much, Lee.”, you sway his hand away, turning around to face the man.

His eyes intensely stare down at you making you feel weak. You hate the fact that every time you’re facing Mark, you can’t control the way your heart beats like a piston or your hands all get sweaty. You hate the fact that Mark makes you feel, you were so heartless and this is nothing good.

“Why should you call that “flatter” when I’m the only one can make you bow down?”, he smirks cockily.

Now you’re getting somewhere. Did you say that you also hate the fact that Mark can probably see through you, you hate to admit that everything he said was right.

“Prove it.”, you surely don’t want to back off.

You raise your hands up in fists, ready for a hand to hand fight when Mark catches both of your wrists into one of his palm.

“Oh no princess, I have other ways to beat your ass. Fighting is none of that.”

You see something glinting in his eyes that you can not tell, ambition, stubbornness or is it lust? His grip on your hands is tight, forbids you to move away. Mark is now like a predator targeting its prey when he takes a step forward making you step backward until your back is against the wall mirror of the room. His hand finally lets your wrists free, but instead grabbing your neck causing you look up slightly. You squeeze your eyes shut when there’s something crashes onto your lips. Mark’s crazily kissing you, his tongue slips into your mouth, licking all over. You feel the urge to pull away but the tight grip on your neck reminds you of your vulnerable situation now. His mouth leaves your, letting you breath but not without latching his lips onto your neck. Mark licks a stripe up on your sensitive skin causing you to moan slightly, he makes sure that he leaves some marks on your exposed neck. You feel Mark then comes down to your cleavage since you’re wearing a crop top for practicing. He moves back a little bit to take your top off, unclasping your bra, throwing the clothing somewhere. You vulnerably give up when Mark attaches his mouth onto your nipple, making you cry out.

“Mark-“

“That’s it, I’ll fuck you so good that the only thing you have in your mind is my name.”, he says while moving between your nipples.

You’re feeling your legs weak when Mark push you to kneel on the floor but not before taking every fabric left on you and him off. Your face burns up at the sight of Mark’s semi-hard cock which is directing right into your face. He pumps it with his hand making you swallow hard, wanting his length to fill up you mouth. His free hand makes contact with your face, tilts your chin up slightly to look at him.

“You want it huh? You want my cock to thrust deep down your throat so that I can cum all over your face and you’re gonna lick up everything, don’t you?”

You feel embarrassed but you can’t deny you don’t like it. However you don’t want Mark to know that you’re into this so you nod instead, hoping that you can cover up your desire. But you may forgot that Mark probably can see through you, and he’s not happy with it.

He slaps your face lightly with his palm, “Words, slut.”

“Yes I want it Mark, just fuck my mouth-“

Your sentence is halfway cut when Mark suddenly thrusts his cock into your mouth, stuffing it full not even with half of his length.

“Fuck- I fucking know you’re a slut. Your mouth feels so good god-“

Mark babbling while holding your head in place, his tip hits the back of your throat every time he thrusts in. He leans down making his cock even deeper, his hand finds your wetting cunt, landing a harsh slap on it. Your moans send vibrating onto his cock, you swallow your cheek, attempting to make Mark cum.

“Fucking cockslut,” he slaps onto your clit, “Sucking my cock like it’s your last meal, gonna cum all over your face, and you’re not wasting a single drop huh?”

You dart your tongue around his sensitive tip, tasting the leaking pre-cum.

“Fuck fuck fuck- god I’m gonna cum-“

Mark quickly pulls out, there’s a string of salvia between your mouth and his tip. His hand pumping his cock as you look up as his face, stick your tongue out. The sight of you looking at him sends him over the edge as sprints of cum landing onto your face, some onto your waiting tongue and some in your opened mouth.

“Jesus you’re so hot.”

Mark finally calm down, he smirks as the sight of your face painted with his cum. His thumb collect some on your cheek, shoving it into your mouth as you suck on his fingers.

“Yes, lick it all, don’t waste a single drop.”

He pushes you to lay your back on the floor, spreading your legs wide, exposing your wetness. His thumb leave your mouth, full of your spit, circling you clit. Your body squirms at the pleasure, wanting something more.

“Ask for what you want, darling.”, his fingers collect your essence, teasing you.

“Anything Mark, I’ll take whatever you give me.”

You’re now too gone to talk properly. Mark chuckles, finally shoving two of his fingers into your core.

“I barely do anything and you’re fucked up. Who knows you’re such a slut Y/N?”

Suddenly something pops up in Mark’s mind when he sees your palm pressing against the mirror. He retracts his fingers from you causing you to whine but he quickly makes you sit up, turning you around so that you’re facing the mirror. His fingers brush your slit again but he doesn’t go inside, you squirm inside his embrace.

“Open your eyes.”

You follow his demand, opening your eyes, welcomed with the sight of you become undone under Mark’s touch. You’re a mess, completely naked, your cheeks are bright red and his hand playing with your pussy, your arousal dripping. You immediately close your eyes, embarrassed with the image of you but you feel his fingers leave your core.

“If you want my fingers inside you, watch.”

Mark whispers in your ears, his teeth nibbling your earlobe.

Trying to ease the embarrassment away, you open your eyes, watching as his fingers make their way to your pussy again. He slips two fingers in you, pumping them in and out.

“That’s right, baby. Look at the way your tight pussy all wet, sucking my fingers in.”, Mark groans, biting your shoulder.

Your hand grips his thigh as he starts moving his fingers faster, trying to keep your eyes opened.

“M-Mark, I wa-wanna cum...”, you stutter, looking into his eyes through the mirror. You know if you didn’t do it he would stop.

“Do you deserve to cum? I don’t think so but I’ll do a favor since you sucked my dick so good.”

His tongue licks the corner of your mouth, you feel his fingers going even deeper, curling against your sweet spot. His eyes didn’t leave the reflection of you in the mirror for a second, examining every expression you make. You want to close your legs as your orgasm hit you but the firm grip Mark made on your thigh prevents you from it. You eventually give up, squeezing your eyes, your head burried in the crook of his neck, you scream his name like a mantra as he fingers you through your orgasm.

Mark retracts his finger from you, manhandles you into a doggy position. His hand pulls your ponytail, yanking your head back.

“What did I say about closing your eyes?”, his other hand slaps your ass harshly, “Should I punish you?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-“

Another slap lands on your ass makes you bite your lips.

“No talk back. A slut like you can only do what I say, understood?”, he pulls your hair again, your back almost breaks from arching too much.

“Yes sir.”, you mutter out.

“You want my cock huh? You want my big cock in your tight dirty pussy, don’t you?”

Mark teases you with the head of his cock, sliding it against your heat, making you clench around nothing.

“Yes please, I want it so bad, I want your big hard cock in my wet pussy, fuck me.”, you shamelessly beg.

Mark chuckles, “Since you asked so nicely.”

Your mouth opens wide when Mark pushes his cock inside you deliciously. Mark has been wanting to fuck you, every time you give him that hateful look or every time you compete. That stubbornness, that ruthlessness, he wants to claim you his. And now, you’re sticking your ass up, begging him to fuck you making him regret, regret that he didn’t fuck you sooner.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. Look at yourself, such a slut. All that toughness is such a perfect cover, for the fact that you’re a cockslut, my cockslut, always desperate for my big cock, isn’t it?”

Mark leans forward to whisper into your ear, holding your chin so that you’re staring at your reflection in the mirror.

“I’ll fuck you so good, do you want everyone to see you like this? Letting me fuck you however I want. Stretching out your little tight pussy. I bet everyone can fuck you, right?”

The pleasure is too much for you to notice what Mark is saying, you’re just babbling nonsense.

“Fucking answer me. Or did I fuck you dumb? Who fucks you so good like this? A slut like you will let anyone fuck you, don’t you?”

You hear Mark growls into your ear, you clench your walls around his cock.

“You Mark, you fuck me dumb. Only you can fuck me, I’m yours, all yours.”

Satisfied with your answer, Mark pounding into your faster, his cock hits your sensitive spot.

“Fuck Mark-, too much...”, you stare in the mirror as Mark thrusting into you.

His thumb comes find your clit, rubbing circular figure on it, increasing the pleasure on you. His lips leave wet kisses on your neck and your shoulders.

“I-I’m gonna cum, fuck, M-Mark!”

You cry out, feeling a knot tightens in your belly.

“Yes! Fucking scream my name so that everyone can hear you. Look at yourself when you cum, look at me thrusting my cock into your cunt. Fucking cum baby, cum for me, cum all over my cock!”

All that words of Mark send you into oblivion as you reach your climax. Mark didn’t even slow down, his thrusts become sloppy as you feel the overstimulation.

“I can’t- Mark! Too fast- god...”

“I’m gonna cum in your dirty pussy. Filling you up with my cum, putting my baby inside you. You’re gonna bring my child, yeah, I’m gonna make you fucking pregnant.”

His breath hot on your skin, the sound of your skin slapping echoing around the room, giving you another orgasm.

“God I wan-wanna cum Mark! I’m gonna- gonna cum-“, you stutter.

“Yeah, cum baby, cum again for me. Fuck yeah- god I’m cumming-“

You cry out as the second orgasm hits you, blowing your mind away. With a few more thrusts, Mark reaches his climax, filling his seed inside you.

“You’re not wasting a drop of my cum, you will be pregnant with my child, yeah?”

Mark pulls out as he calm down from his orgasm. His fingers trace on your slit, pushing his leaking cum inside you again, making you whine.

“I win, princess.”, Mark kisses you sweetly.

©️  DREAMYKRAM. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

[writing-wh0re]

A smutty idea with dom!georgie ? Y/n is a slytherin and in a secret relationship with George. They really love each other since they are at hogwarts. Every boy (and girl) wants her but George can't do anything. Some day, maybe at the burrow or a common room, they have kinky sex and someone comes in accidently. But George don't stop to show y/n is just his.

All writings will be #writing-wh0re-requests

Likes are great but feedback is golden - Open to all feedback, I know there is room for improvement.

Y/N (YOUR NAME)

Pairing: George Weasley x reader

Word Count: 1,551k

Warnings: Smut 18+, Explicit Language, Slight Praise Kink, Vaginal Intercourse, Unprotected Sex, Oral (female and male receiving), Angst(?), Jealousy, Semi Public Sex. 

A/n: I made it that Fred knew about the pair dating because lets be real, he probably would know. 

“Hey Y/N, do you have a date to the Yule Ball?” Cedric questions, leaning against my desk as I hear a groan from behind me, signaling George isn’t happy with this proposal. 

“Um, no thanks.” I shake my head pouting as Cedric nods slowly, smiling weakly at me as he walks back to his desk at the front of the class. 

“Oi, Y/n” Fred asks as I turn looking back at him. “You, me, ball?” Fred sways his body to mimic dancing as George shoves him putting him in a headlock as Fred laughs. “Be careful Georgie, your jealousy is showing.” Fred mumbles as George releases him. 

“Is this seat taken?” I look up and match the voice to none other than Draco Malfoy, before I can protest Snape walks into the classroom. 

“Take your seats.” Snape announces as Draco sits down beside me hurriedly. 

I hear mumbling and snickering behind me, not being able to decipher any words from the twins as I keep my attention on Snape. 

Towards the end of class, I feel a hand brush my thigh as I look down and notice Draco rubbing my soft skin. 

“You right?” I whisper as Draco smirks nodding, leaning closer to me as I shift backwards slightly. 

“I’ve always wanted you.” His remark caused me to roll my eyes. 

“Fucking twat.” I hear George mumble as I smirk at his jealousy wanting to play with him. 

“Is that true?” I whisper to Draco, loud enough for George to hear. 

Draco doesn’t even speak just nods as I smirk, licking my lips as he watches tentatively releasing a sigh at my actions. 

“We’d be good together, powerful even.” 

I flick my eyes to George who is watching my every move, arms crossed and eyes narrowed, Fred leaning against his fist trying not to laugh at the situation. 

“You make a good point, Draco.” I change my tone saying his name seductively as he bites his lip. 

“I can make you feel so good baby girl.” I feel Draco’s hand squeeze my thigh as I giggle softly knowing I'm setting myself up for punishment later. 

“Class dismissed!” Snape bellows rushing out of the classroom as we all start to pack up and leave as well. 

“I’ll catch you later, my dorm is always open babygirl.” Draco winks as Blaise clasps his shoulder shaking him slightly as they share a huge smirk. I wave as Draco walks away, ignoring George as I quickly pack up my books, I stand up going to walk out as I bump into George who was standing right behind me, the classroom just housing us. 

“You’re meeting me in the library during dinner.”

I smirk looking up at George, jealousy and anger written all over his features, I stand on my tippy toes to kiss him as he chuckles, not leaning down to accept my kiss. 

“Brat’s dont get rewarded.” 

George walks out of the classroom as I smile to myself, loving how I’ve pushed his buttons. 

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I walk into the great hall sitting down amongst the Slytherin students. I sit at the very end of the table closest to the door, hoping it makes my exit less noticeable. I watch George stand up from the Gryffindor table, looking at me as he walks out of the great hall. 

I feel my panties dampen at what George has in store for me. I quickly stand up and walk out of the great hall making my way to the library swiftly, excited for what awaits for me. 

I walk into the deserted and eerily quiet library. 

“George?” 

No response, I sigh and continue to walk through the library, looking between the aisles, I spot my tall redhead standing at the end of the aisle looking out the large floor to ceiling window. 

“Took you long enough.” George says sternly before I have even announced myself. 

“I’m sorry for to-” George holds his index finger to his lips shaking his head softly as I raise my eyebrows. 

“Show me.” I’m instantly on my knees, I pull my hair into a quick ponytail before fumbling with his belt and pants as I pull them down enough to have his hard cock spring free. 

“Fuck.” I whisper looking up as George smirks at me. 

I wrap my hand around his thick dick as I start to move my hand slowly teasing him as I lick the tip softly. He thrusts into my mouth softly as I moan around him, he picks up his pace thrusting in and out of my mouth, moaning as my spit covers his dick. I taste the small amount of precum that leaks from his tip as George grabs my ponytail pulling me back slightly as he watches his dick go in and out of my mouth. 

“Merlin, you’re perfect.” He praises as I run my hand down my body to toy with my clit. George pulls out of my mouth and picks me up placing me on the desk.

“Brat’s don’t get to touch themselves.” 

George wraps his hand around my neck, pushing me against the bookshelf running his thumb over my bottom lip, smirking at me as he leans forward capturing my lips with his. I wrap my arms around his neck as our tongues fight against each other. I feel him run his hand down my body, moving my soaked panties to the side causing him to chuckle. 

“Who made you this wet baby?” 

I smirk licking my lips as I toss up my response. 

“Draco.” I whisper as George groans, rubbing small soft circles on my clit teasing me as I whimper and buck my hips causing him to stop his actions. 

“You’re such a brat.” 

“Please, just fuck me.” I beg as he chuckles. 

George pulls my skirt up just above my hips as he kisses my thighs, sucking and biting on the soft supple skin. I tilt my head back as he plants a small soft kiss against my heat, before I can beg for more he softly licks around my clit, looking up at me as I run my fingers through his hair grinding against his tongue. 

“Oh fuck.” I cry out as I feel my body tingle. George continues to lick my clit, lightly sucking as I wince in pleasure. “Right there.” 

George chuckles, taking his mouth off my wet heat as he runs his thick cock up and down my slit, covering it in wetness before sliding deep inside me. 

“You’re so tight.” 

“You’re so big.” 

George places his hand back around my neck, his other hand holding my hip as he thrusts into me, his thumb brushes my lip again as I take it into my mouth sucking it. 

George throws his head back moaning as I feel my walls tighten around his length causing him to moan louder.

“What the fuck.” I hear as I go wide eyed, George looking over to a stunted Draco. 

“Would you look at that, the guy who got you so fucking wet, right baby?” George asks rhetorically as he continues to thrust into me, moving my skirt slightly to give Draco a view of his cock disappearing into my tight pussy. 

“Oh George.” I cry out as he uses the hand that once was around my neck to rub circles on my clit. 

“You know, she’s so fucking tight.” George throws at Draco who can’t take his eyes off the scene in front of him. “Who owns this pussy baby?”

“You do.” I whisper as George slows down his trusts. 

“Who?” 

“George Fucking Weasley.” I call out as he smirks, kissing me. 

“Good girl.” He whispers as he looks at Draco. “Y/N’s fucking mine, now piss off Malfoy before I hex you for even looking at her.” 

“My father will hear about this.” Draco spits as George chuckles. 

“Says more about you watching than us fucking.”

“I’m close.” I whisper as George watches Draco rush off. 

“Cum for me baby, cover my cock.” George says as he sucks and bites the sweet spot on my neck causing me to arch my back as I hook my legs around his waist, pulling him closer as my legs shake my body covering itself in tingles as I moan and cry out in pleasure. 

“Merlin.” George sighs, feeling my walls tighten around his cock, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he cums inside of me. I pull George closer to me by his shirt as I kiss him. 

“I’m sorry for the Draco thing.” I whisper as we fix ourselves up. 

“Baby, I know it was just to push my buttons for that.” George says gesturing to what we just did. 

“I don’t think we’re a secret anymore.” 

“Let Draco tell people, he will have to come clean with how he knows.” George shrugs as I blush. “Are you okay if people find out?” 

“Of course, I want you to kiss me in the hallways.” 

George smiles wide, placing his hands on my hips and pulling me closer to him as he kisses me. 

“C’mon, I’m hungry.” I complain as George smirks. 

“I already ate.” George winks as I shove him, jumping down from the desk as I lace our fingers together and walk to the great hall, hoping dinner is still underway.

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[seongsangi]

can’t keep my hands to myself

pairing: johnny x reader

summary: a night alone with johnny in his apartment, what do you think happens?

word count: 2.2k

warnings: slight degradation? spanking, choking, sum good ole smutttt

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“So, what are we watching?” you ask Johnny, plopping down on the couch beside him. His roommate is out for the night, so Johnny invited you over knowing the long day at work you had. It was nice to wind down with your boyfriend, opening your arms for him to hug you.

“Whatever you wanna watch baby.” Johnny wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer so he can snuggle you. He lifts your legs to lay them across his thighs while tucking his head underneath your chin, his hair tickling your chest. The intimacy is not new to you and you love that about him, how touchy feely he is and how he loves being so close to you, holding you like he never wants to let go. “Can we watch anime? Oooh, can we watch the new episode of Attack on Titan? I’ve been waiting so long!!” Your voice gets high pitched, which he finds so cute seeing you all excited.

During the episode, you wrap your arms around him, caressing his hair and stroking his arm gently. His subtle hands don’t go unnoticed as they gradually move across your warm skin. First, his hands were at your waist, slipping underneath your tank top. Eventually, one of his hands travels along your thigh, the skirt you wore tonight leaving your lower half exposed. He draws slow circles on your bare skin before settling for cupping your ass, pushing your skirt up even further. He takes a deep breath, letting the scent of your perfume fill his senses. “Mmm, you smell good,” he says as he gives your ass a quick squeeze.

“I’m wearing the perfume you got me,” you giggle.

“I wish you weren’t wearing anything at all,” he snuggles his head further into your cleavage, the tank top giving him perfect access to your mounds. You give him a harmless slap on his arm, telling him you want to finish this episode first. “We can still watch, I’ll just be doing my thing.” Before you can ask what thing, he tugs one strap of your shirt and bra down at the same time, swirling your nipple around his tongue. You can’t say you didn’t expect this, Johnny loves to have his mouth on you any way he can. Even during something as simple as watching anime, he can’t resist playing with your tits.

His eyes are paying attention to the TV but his tongue isn’t letting up on your breasts. He’s distracting you from the episode, tickling your sensitive nub. You squirm a little when he bites just hard enough to send pleasure through your body. You tug the other strap down, grabbing his face to bring it towards your neglected mound in a silent plea. He knows you love it, and who is he to say no? He gives the same treatment to your other nipple, watching you close your eyes as you get lost in the simple pleasure. So much for finishing the episode.

His hand pushes your knees apart, finding purchase in between your legs. He smirks against your skin when he feels the arousal on your panties, rubbing slow circles over your clit. His lips detach from your nipple, opting to nip and suck around your breasts. His hot lips trail up your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses to your sweet spots. When you feel like you can’t take it any more, you quickly straddle his hips, resting your hands on his chest. His hands glide over your thighs as you settle your core right over his bulge, moving your hips back and forth slightly.

"You can’t even be patient baby, I was just trying to make you feel good.” He gives you a particularly hard slap on your ass cheek, making your body jolt. He immediately soothes the area, loving the way you grind your hips harder into his. “I know something that will make me feel even better,” you fight back a smirk when you notice Johnny taking in your figure, watching your hips move desperately. He loves the sight of you on top, chest bare and littered with love marks. He lifts your hips slightly, pushing your panties to the side. He slides his fingers across your lips, coating his hand in your arousal. “Damn, didn't know you were this wet. All for me?” You bite your lip at the question, feeling embarrassed at his words. He holds your gaze as he slips two fingers in easily, pumping them in and out of you at a pace that just makes you crave more. He knows how to work your body, teasing you in ways you can’t say no to.

“Let’s go to my room,” he makes a move to get up but you push him back down by his shoulders. “No, right here,” you demand. He cocks an eyebrow at you for your tone, which makes you lean into his face, a breathy “please, I want you so bad” ghosting his ear. He groans as you press soft kisses to his neck, your hard nipples pressing into his chest. “What if Jaehyun comes home?”

“And what if he does?” Honestly, that wouldn’t be something you’re opposed to, core clenching slightly at the thought of it. He feels the shit eating grin on your face as your lips trail his skin, wrapping his hand in your hair and pulling your head up. You squeal, but the grip he has is deliciously painful. “You’re filthy,” but he knows deep down he wouldn’t mind either. Maybe something could be arranged. But right now, he just wants to ruin you.

“Get on your knees,” he lets your hair go, watching as you get into position like the good girl you are for him. He pulls his pants off and you’re met with his impressive length. Johnny gets comfortable on the couch, scooting down and spreading his legs so you can settle better in between them. Your hand reaches out to pump his length, slapping it against your tongue as your hand trails up his shirt, exposing more of his perfect skin. Your fingers feel for his abs as he watches you take him in your mouth. He’s too big for you to take all at once, but you try to take as much as you can. His lips are parted, eyes clouded over with lust at the sight of you with your mouth full of him.

His hands create a makeshift ponytail for you as you get his dick wet, making a mess just the way he likes it. He tells you to look at him as he stills your head, thrusting his hips into your mouth as you brace your hands on his thighs. He doesn’t stop until you’re gagging, tapping his thigh a few times as a signal. You pull away slightly to catch your breath, a trail of spit connecting your lips to his tip. He groans at the sight, tears in your eyes but the way you’re biting your lip tells him you loved every bit of it. He just can’t get enough of you.

“Come up here.” Johnny takes his shirt off as you stand up, grabbing your hips and placing you into position on your stomach over his thigh, your ass poking out of your skirt. His slides his hands slowly up the back of your legs, making you bite your lip in anticipation. “This is such a short skirt baby, you should wear it more often.” He flips your skirt over, grabbing a handful of your cheeks with his large hands. He appreciates the lace for tonight, but it’s in the way of what he really wants. You lift your hips for him to pull your panties down, tossing them aside. He spreads your thighs, sliding his fingers over your slit. You can’t keep your hips still, moving them around to feel more of his fingers. He lands a harsh slap to your ass, a sharp gasp leaving your lips. Johnny loves watching your ass jiggle, giving you a couple more spanks back to back. You cry out, the way it hurts is just too good. You get more and more turned on with each spank, core clenching around nothing, glistening with arousal.

When your ass turns red with handprints, Johnny kneads and massages your cheeks while sliding two fingers into your core at the same time, trying to distract you from the pain. God, he drives you so crazy. He pumps in and out of you so fast, your hips are moving on their own. The sound of your wetness on his fingers fills the room along with your moaning, music to his ears. He enjoys watching you lose yourself, but he stops once he sees you reaching to rub your clit. He pulls his fingers out, telling you to sit up. You do without second thought, eager for him to have his way with you. Your back is to his chest and Johnny has his hand in your hair again, pulling your head back to rest on his shoulder. He slips his fingers into your mouth, tasting yourself on him and licking his fingers clean. He loves how innocent you look when you’re doing such sinful things.

He lines himself up with your core but doesn’t slide in. You whimper slightly, hands running up and down his thighs, waiting for him to stop teasing. He lets go of your hair to grab your waist instead, studying your face, eyes pleading for him to do something. He leans down so close that your lips are touching, but he doesn’t kiss you. “You still want it?” He knows you do, he just loves to see you at his mercy. You nod eagerly, burning up with every second that passes by. “Then you’ll fucking get it.”

He inches his way in, leaving your mouth open at the stretch. He lets out a guttural moan, the feeling of your warm walls welcoming him is almost too much. You clench around him, knowing it feels good for him. His hands run up your chest, wrapping an arm around your front to keep you close as he fucks you. You love this angle because it makes you see stars, his dick reaching so deep in you. “Tell me how it feels princess,” you can barely hear his voice. All you can manage is a string of curses, which tells him all he needs to know.

“Look at you, can’t even talk. This pussy was made for me, wasn’t it?” He reaches down to rub circles over your clit, sending you into overdrive. His tip hits that sweet spot with every thrust and his fingers send waves of pleasure coursing through your body. “Oh fuck, Johnny,” you moan wantonly, core clenching at how close you are. “Yeah baby, you love it, huh?”

“Yes, yes, I love it, I love it when you fuck me.”

At that moment, Johnny’s phone rings. “Oh shit, it’s Jaehyun.”

“Answer it, what if he needs something?” He reaches for his phone, slowing his thrusts down but still sliding deep in you.

“What’s up, bro?” Johnny asks.

“So I know you’re with Y/N right now, but my date bailed on me and I needed someone to talk to. Are you busy?” Johnny almost scoffs, he’s currently balls deep in you, of course he’s busy.

“Umm, give me like five minutes. Are you on the way back?” Johnny rubs your clit even faster, earning a drawn out moan from you. He shoots you a glare, but the cheeky smile you boast while biting your lips tells him you did it on purpose.

“I’m actually already back but I’m glad I didn’t walk in now.”

“Yeah, don’t. I’ll let you know when the coast is clear.” Johnny sets his phone down, bringing his attention back to you. His hips immediately pick up the pace again, back where he left off without missing a beat, making you scream his name over and over. He slides his hand up your front, grabbing your throat to cut off your airway just enough to make your mind hazy. He whispers praises in your ear, telling him how good your pussy is, how he loves when you moan his name, how he loves wrecking you like the slut you are. Before you know it, you cum with a loud cry, legs shaking underneath you. If it weren’t for Johnny’s grip on your neck, you’re sure you would have fallen over.

“Baby girl, I hope you don’t think that was it.” Johnny pushes you down, knocking the wind out of you. He lifts your hips up as you grab onto the couch, his hands resting beside your head. He pummels into you, chasing his own high and watching your ass bounce with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping is so loud, you wonder if the neighbors can hear. You try to muffle your moans into the couch, not wanting to be too loud as he wrecks you. Johnny finds it increasingly hard to hold out any longer, especially once you tighten your walls around him, encouraging him to cum in you. A few more thrusts, and he fills you up, coating your walls with his cum. You really feel filthy now, dirty and used, both your arousals leaking down your thighs. But you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Unbeknownst to you, Johnny didn’t hang up. And neither did Jaehyun.

[sallyf4ce]

wolves

chapter III

-> sallyfacexf!reader

-> enemies? to lovers

-> previous | next

cw: drugs, cigarettes, abuse, violence

*does not follow original plot of sally face*

summary: (y/n) wakes up early to avoid sally. sally’s upset that he did something wrong yesterday. (y/n)’s first meeting with travis isn’t the nicest.

The incessant beeping of your alarm tugs you out of your dreamless sleep.

The sticky tears on the ground remind you of yesterday’s events, but you disregard them. All you want to do is take a shower, throw on your jacket and get out the door. You slowly clamber up off the ground and across the living room to turn off the alarm. After making sure it’s not on snooze, you drag your sore body to the shower. It smells like smoke and lots of cleaning supplies. This place is fucking gross. Is it even monday?’ you check the calendar. It is, in fact, monday. You strip and turn the shower handle.

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You're so glad that you chose to wake up early. Usually kids this far from school drive or get picked up by the bus, but you prefer to use your skateboard. That’s why you get up at 6:30, so you have enough time to get ready and get to school on time. Sanity’s fall quietly played as you washed your breakfast plate and cup, brushing grease residue off the greyish porcelain. You wonder if Sal is awake yet. Probably not. You know, waking up early ensures that you won't see him in the morning. The guy’s not that bad, his eyes just freak you out a little.

Pulling the pink glove off your prosthetic, you wipe your hands with a towel and move to the closet to put your shoes on.

“Jacket, jacket, jacket, jacket.” you mumble, eyebrows knitted. “Where are you?” oh, right, you left it in your room.. With poppy. Was that even her name? You kind of just decided it for her.

Alright, don't be a pussy. Just go in and grab the jacket. You sucked in a breath and opened the door to your room.

“Eeh! A teenager! What’s your name, little lady?” her blond ponytail bounced with every sentence. This was the first time you could get a good look at her. She didn't really have feet, just bloody stumps where they used to be.

“Holy fuck, you’re so loud!” your hands covered your ears.

���Ahh, so sorry! I haven't used my voice in years.” she coughs.

“S’ fine... Can I just- just grab my jacket?” you point at the green pile amidst the boxes all around the room. You didn't get a chance to set up.

“Go ahead!” she nods and smiles.

“Alright. uh, listen, lady. This-” you motion towards the whole room. “Is my room. I live here now. I get that you, like, can't leave this place and shit, but could you maybe sit quietly while i set up later? I really need to clean my room up. I’ll set up a little chair place for you or whatever, so you could sleep at night.” you mumble the last part, embarrassed about your hospitality.

“I can’t sleep.” she smiles, her teeth surprisingly shiny for a ghost’s. God, she’s so preppy that you forgot she’s dead.

“Pretend to then, i dont fucking know. Alright, i have to go. Just… don't cause trouble.” grabbing the jacket, you begin shutting the door. “My name’s (y/n), by the way.”

You can hear her squeals as you leave the apartment. You decide to take the elevator because you don't feel like running down the stairs with a heavy ass bag on your back.. Stepping in, you press the main floor button. It looks like there’s a bit of sticky stuff around it. gross. Syrup? You hoped so.

The elevator dings and you step out, heading out the front doors. It’s cloudy. Again. Not a surprise, really. Keeping your eyes on the gravel, you set down your skateboard and begin your journey to school.

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Sal’s point of view:

“She probably went on without us, man. Don’t know why you're worrying so much.'' Larry leaned back into the bus seat.

“It’s not that, Larry face. Yesterday, when we left…” was it my fault? Did i scare her? Did she see my face through the mask? Fuck.

“What is it? Spit it out, sally dude.” he pulled the cigarette out of his mouth and puffed the smoke out the window.

“I think i scared her, larry. I think she saw my face.” i let out a shaky breath. God, everything was going good. Why the fuck does this stupid face ruin everything?

“Did you- did you take your mask off?” he sat up in the seat, eyes wide.

“No. She probably saw it through my mask.”

“I still dont get it. Explain more, dude.”

“She looked so scared. We made eye contact, and she, like, panicked. Her eyes widened and then she threw me out. It was definitely my eyes. We were fine the whole night, i dont know why she freaked out.”

Larry let out a long hum. He was probably trying to piece things together. Anyway, she definitely went to school earlier than us. I can ask her about it there.

“Woah, sally face. Calm down or you’ll go bald.” larry’s hands pulled mine off my pigtails. Huh, i didnt even notice.

“Thanks, dude. I think we’re here.”

Your point of view:

It was around eight o’clock by the time you arrived. Kids were already piling out of buses and cars, standing by the school’s entrance and conversing with their friends. You definitely felt some eyes on you. That was expected, though. They didnt recognize you, and nockfell didnt seem like a town with many new people. Thinking back to yesterday, sal and larry mentioned some bully kid. Probably wouldnt be hard to spot him.

“Watch it, goth freak!” a pair of hands gripped onto your shoulders.

Ah, what a coincidence.

“Get the fuck off me, fucking prick.” he twitched as you gripped onto his hands and pushed him away.

“Is that a metal hand? Ha, you’re a fucking cripple! How pathetic.” he chuckled. Blond hair draped itself across his forehead, definitely not complimenting the purple shade of his shirt and eye. School fight? or daddy issues? Who knows. I mean, you’re not one to speak, your dad’s literally dead.

“Let me guess, you’re that bully fucker they talked about. God, isnt there enough troubled kids in Nockfell?” you rolled your eyes, just wanting to get to school.

When you said you had bad luck, you really meant it, because all of a sudden, his fist landed on your face.

Are you fucking serious?

You just moved here yesterday and you’ve already been fucked up twice. You can’t keep taking hits, (y/n)! You gotta dish some out!

Sighing in disbelief, you reached out to your gushing nose.

“Mother.” you flicked the blood off your prosthetic hand. “Fucker.”

At this, travis bolts. You drop your bag and get back on your skateboard, weaving through the crowd to get to that shrimpy little fuck.

“I’m so fucking done with nockfell.” blood trails down the side of your face as you lock your eyes on the blond mop of hair in front of you.

Do you jump? Or let him get away?

Nah, you jump.

The skateboard shoots out beneath you as you kick off. He lets out a strangled cry as you land on his back and send him to the concrete. A few whoops can be heard from the kids far behind you.

“Fuck, i’m sorry! Get off me!” he scrambles beneath you.

“Now you’re fucking sorry?”

He doesnt say anything. You slowly climb off, keeping a hand on his neck.

“Pussy.” a snicker escapes you.

“What’d you just-” the hand on his neck squeezes tighter and shuts him up.

“What’s your name again?”

“Tr-travis, fuck.”

“Travis, huh? Well, travis-”

“(Y/n)? What are you doing on Travis?”

Sal’s point of view:

Me and larry were getting off the bus when we heard a bunch of cheering. Weird. I looked in the direction larry was staring. Hold on, that’s travis and some other kid on top of him.

“Sally face! I think that’s fucking (Y/n)! Holy shit!” larry shakes my shoulder. That’s actually her! What is she doing on travis?

“Larry, c’mon, we have to go get her off!” i try pulling him away, but he doesnt budge.

“No way, man! I wanna see her beat him up! She’s doing what you won’t let me do!” he smiles wide. Fuck, i guess i’ll just have to go alone. Larry frowns as i drop my bag and begin running towards them. I’m not letting her get in trouble on the first day. I hear her say something to him as i come closer.

“(Y/n)? What are you doing on travis?”

She looks up in surprise. Holy shit, she’s bleeding!

“I’ve gotten fucked up twice in the past 24 hours. I’m not letting this fuck get away with it.” She snarls. As bad as i feel, she’s kind of attractive, bloody and feral like that. God, what the fuck? Not time for this, sal.

“Oh my god, (y/n)! Here, uh, get up and i’ll take you to the office.”

Your point of view:

You look back at travis. There’s a visible blush on his face, and he’s staring straight at sally.

Oh.

OH.

A smirk forms on your face.

“No thanks, porcelain face. Me and blondie here will go by ourselves. Right?”

He growls, but you tighten your grip on his neck again and he nods.

“Uh, okay. Do you want me to take your skateboard or something?” Sal scratches his head and changes the topic. Just a sliver of jealousy can be found in him, but he is grateful for the nickname. It suits him.

Your expression darkens for a second, all of a sudden feeling possessive of your skateboard. He’s not touching it. It was your dad’s.

“No. Take my bag or something.” you nod towards it by the entrance of the school, where it sits. He obeys and gets up to pick up your bag. You pull travis up with you, blood dripping down your shirt and an arm around his shoulders. Sal’s quite a bit away at this point.

“You gay?” you hum. Travis’s back straightens and fear flashes through his eyes. How did you know? How the fuck did you know?

“No! Fuck you, you’re just a pussy who thinks she knows everything-” he starts yelling, trying to get away, but you interrupt him.

“God, shut up. You’re making my head hurt more. It’s okay, you know. I wont fucking tell anyone about your little self exploration journey.” you pat him on the back and he flushes.

“Fuck, you’re so sappy it’s disgusting.”

“I’m not gonna be a dick to someone because of their sexuality, fuckass. I’m not that low. Let’s get to the school.”

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Watch Me || (M)

→ A/n: Hui x Female Reader x Shinwon

→ Genre: Smut

→ Words:  2.8K

→ Contains: implied poly relationship; open relationship; threesome sort of; blowjob; consensual voyeurism.

→ A/n: Better late than never, here it is this 🥵🥵🥵 story heheh. Special thanks to the anon who requested it! We hope you all like it <3

It wasn't a secret that you had a crush on Hui. In fact, everyone knew this a long time ago. So when you started dating Shinwon everyone was completely shocked. Even Hui.

Before anything happened between you and Shinwon you made sure to tell him that having a crush didn't mean having feelings for someone. Hui was nice and hot, you wanted to hook up with him one day but that meant nothing when it came to loving someone and Shinwon was the one who actually stole your heart. He too was nice and hot but something about him made your insides twist and butterflies go crazy in your stomach.

Thankfully Shinwon got it, he understood that loving someone didn't make everyone else ugly and unattractive and that he too had a crush on someone else and just like you he'd hook up with them if he could. You both laughed about it and jokingly agreed on only hooking up with your crushes if the other was present. Shinwon had a blast whenever you met with his long-time friends since Hui was one of them. He'd keep teasing you even if it was for your ears only.

Hui was thrown back when you started dating Shinwon because he too knew about your crush, even if he didn't do anything about it. He wasn't a close friend but he thought you were nice and pretty as he told you once. So when he saw you with your boyfriend he was always slightly confused.

You weren't always with the boys so when you showed up it was always special. Tonight was no different. Everyone gathered to have a pre-party and get wasted before going out, so you wouldn't need to pay an absurd amount for drinks at bars. You decided to not drink that much and Shinwon followed you, only casually accepting one or two shots.

Needless to say, a couple of hours later and everyone was already pretty drunk and caught up on their own shit. You and Shinwon were lost in your little bubble. Your boyfriend was looking especially hot tonight, probably had taken his time dressing up to go out, but you just wanted to rip that pretty shirt off of him. The alcohol probably had something to do with the urge to just grab him and kiss him with all you got.

You were still in public, though probably no one was sparing a glance at you two, so you just made out lazily on the couch. The thing is that when you two start kissing, you always can’t stop yourself. Shinwon was a good kisser, and you couldn’t get enough of him. The kiss started getting hungrier, your hands messed around his hair when his’ hooked around your hips and pulled you up to straddle him. Normally, you would be embarrassed by a hot make-out session in public, but for some reason it made you feel sexier, arousal already pooling in your panties with the idea of being watched.

Shinwon himself seemed to be showing you off, grabbing your ass and slightly lifting your shirt to explore the skin on your back. He trailed wet kisses along your jaw up to your ear, nibbling the lobe and getting a breathy moan out of you. You felt his grin, knowing he was very well aware that he hit your sweet spot.

“Looks like your crush is watching us, baby” he whispered for you to hear, giggling secretly.

You turned your head just enough to see Hui on your peripheral vision, smirking at you two;

“Don’t worry, I bet he is too drunk to remember anything in half an hour like everyone else is.” you answered, biting your lip.

“I’m sober enough to hear you two, and please don’t stop because of me” you were interrupted, heart racing as soon as Hui’s voice hit your ears. His grin grew wider.

“Give him a show, baby girl” Shinwon hummed lowly and pulled you closer.

You involuntarily grinded your hips when he tightened his grip and were pleased to feel his semi-hard through the thin fabric of your shorts. He tugged on your hair, exposing your neck to him, and took his time sucking on the skin, and you were sure you would regret letting him mark you, the trouble of covering that for work on Monday would be a pain in the ass, but right now it felt too good for you to care. It was also hard to keep yourself from letting noises fall from your lips, as every touch of his sent shivers through your whole body, but you tried your hardest to make sure he was the only one to hear it.

When his lips found yours’ again, his hand went down to your ass, guiding you to grind on him again, the friction giving you some relief and this time the moan that escaped you was loud enough that you were sure Hui, who had his eyes glued on you all the time, heard it.

Shinwon noticed it too, and a chuckle vibrated on his throat.

“Look at him, just can’t help himself seeing how hot you are and how good I make you feel” he said to you.

And then you saw what he was talking about. Hui was palming the barely-visible-but-still-there tent on his jeans, eyeing up and down and biting his lips.

It took you by surprise when Shinwon took you off of him and got up, holding your hand and guiding you to the bedroom. Part of you felt a very small pinch of disappointment, wanting to show yourself off to the man you crushed. But your boyfriend was full of surprises, and one of them was when he stopped on his tracks, and looked back at Hui, enunciating:

“I’m not going to ask you twice to come with us.”

Hui lifted one eyebrow, pleasantly surprised at the proposal, but didn’t waste any time following you two.

Shinwon didn’t bother closing the door, throwing you on the bed as soon as you entered the room, making you yelp in surprise. He climbed up in between your legs, attacking your lips with determination. Your legs instinctively crossed around his hips, making him grind, and you took pleasure in the friction.

You only remembered Hui when you heard a small gasp leave him, who was watching you two while leaned against the now-closed door.

Shinwon climbed off of you and commanded you to sit in a bossy tone that had you squirming in anticipation.

“Come here, baby” he said, monitoring for you to get closer. He tugged the waistband of your shorts “you know what to do with these.”

You got up and, facing Hui, shimmied out of your bottoms, leaving the lacy underwear on. You watched his eyes travel down your body with lust as Shinwon, standing behind you, pulled your shirt off. You felt his naked torso pressed against your back while he kissed your shoulder.

His hand cupped your breasts over the bra and you didn’t miss the way Hui’s breath quickened. You closed your eyes to enjoy Shinwon’s touches, feeling like you could melt under his palms.

“kneel down for me” he whispered.

You turned around and followed his instructions as he sat on the edge of the bed, supporting himself with his hand behind him. You kneeled in between his legs and grazed your nails on his abdomen before undoing the button and unzipping his jeans. You took it off of him along the underwear, his cock springing free and bouncing against his stomach, fully hard this time.

You licked your palm, your eyes locked on his, and grabbed his member, jerking it teasingly slow, giving small licks to the tip.

“Look how hard I already am for you, baby, I don’t think we have time for teasing.” he caressed your head, taking the opportunity to hold your hair into a make-do ponytail.

“In a hurry?” you chuckled.

A hiss left his lips instead of an answer and you sucked the tip of his dick in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it and already tasting the leaking pre-cum. You knew alcohol made people hornier and therefore they lasted less than usual, so you quit the teasing before it was too much and lowered your head, trying to fit the most of his length inside.

You hollow your cheeks and sucked, your hand moving close to the base where you couldn't fit in your mouth. Shinwon moaned wantonly and warned you about not lasting longer. You'd chuckle if you could, knowing your boyfriend all too well. Bobbing your head up and down, falling into an easy rhythm, your own breath sped up at the feeling of his dick twitching inside of your mouth, your tongue tracing his veins.

The room was hot, three different labored breaths mixed together made you feel even wetter. Knowing Hui was watching you sucking Shinwon off made you moan around his dick. You couldn't see Hui but heard his intake of breath whenever Shinwon moaned a bit too needy, so you knew he was watching intently.

Shinwon came without warning, his seed sliding down your throat making you almost choke. Your boyfriend didn't relent, hips moving with your head, moaning softly at how you swallowed every drop. He was watching you closely through heavy eyes and you were loving it. Soon enough he came back from his high and you opened your mouth, showing him how you truly swallowed and he groaned.

"I think Hui is a bit neglected, baby". Shinwon spoke and you froze. "Go show him some attention".

Shinwon was spent, laying back on the bed but still watching you closely. You turned your head and stared at Hui. He was a mess, heavy breathing and palming his bulge. Upon being put on a spotlight, Hui only walked into the room, still slightly open, and stood next to Shinwon, on the side of the bed. You followed his movements and only stopped a foot away from him.

"Hi", you said, giggling like a girl with a crush, which, well, you did.

"Hey you", he said right back, hands quickly finding your waist.

"You're too clothed for her, Hui", Shinwon said from the bed and you chuckled, watching your boyfriend move on the bed to watch you two.

Hui laughed and moved to take his shirt off. You took the opportunity to get his pants open and down on the floor. After that you both moved quickly, not quite knowing who reached first but kissing hard and desperate, tongues fighting for dominance. Hui's hands expertly opened your bra and you took it off, enjoying the feeling of his hands on your breasts.

You laid on the bed on your own accord and Hui followed, breaking the kiss only to position you and himself better, laying next to Shinwon, your head close to his hand. Hui took his underwear before moving on top of you and you almost pouted. You wanted to actually see him and touch him but the alcohol and the dim lights made it all too difficult.

It was all a bit too hazy and tipsy, your bodies moving together while you kissed, his dick leaving a wet patch on your panties even though they were already soaked. It was too overwhelming and Shinwon touched your head gently, caressing the top of it before whispering something to Hui who broke the kiss to nod and take your panties off.

"Let him take care of you, babe", Shinwon spoke to you when you looked from Hui to him.

Hui stopped to touch your folds, fingers moving easily because of how slick you were. Rubbing your clit fast, Hui moved on top of you and kissed you once more. You were enjoying it too much to notice Hui aligning his dick to your entrance. When you felt it moving inside, you only felt pleasure, you were too wet and Shinwon's gentle caress on your head was keeping you grounded, just as Hui's kiss was.

When he was fully inside, he didn't waste any time and moved, a bit too sloppy for what you thought but it was perfect. You knew it was the alcohol and your body reacted in the same way, sloppily following his rhythm until both of you found a good one and it became perfect. You moved in sync with Hui and only pulled him closer, hands crawling his sides and back.

You were moaning loudly and freely, the feeling of finally having someone you were so attracted to was too much, the alcohol and Shinwon right next to you only adding fuel to the fire. Shinwon chuckled and Hui followed, a silent conversation going on above you. Suddenly you felt Shinwon moving and soon enough two of his fingers were in your open mouth. Your immediate reaction was to close your mouth around the digits and suck.

"Ah, that's it. You're being too loud, babe". Shinwon spoke and you groaned around his fingers. "Keep sucking them like that and I'll have you on your knees for me again".

You moaned as much as you could, his words making your belly heat up even more. Looking at Hui, you put on a show of sucking Shinwon's fingers as much as you could. You were still a bit loud and Hui only whispered "fuck, Shinwon, do it right", before you could barely move your mouth. Shinwon was still keeping his fingers inside your mouth but now he was pressing your tongue down, successfully quieting any loud noise you could make.

"Tsk, I tried to be nice, babe. You made me look soft in front of Hui. Can't have that".

You groaned but the sound died on Shinwon's fingers, making you groan even more, clenching at how hot this whole thing was. You were thrown to the edge when on top of all that, you watched Hui bite his lips while staring at your mouth.

"Wish I was the one doing that", Hui spoke between heavy breaths, "I bet your mouth feels so good sucking me".

It was all it took for you to explode, white lights flashing behind your eyelids and you held Hui closer than before, body trembling beneath him. Your mouth closed around Shinwon's fingers, your moans turning into gibberish and you even a bit of drool escaping because of the make-do gag.

Hui fucked you through your orgasm, moaning as his own high approached. His voice asking Shinwon to not let go of your mouth made your orgasm last more or even come back after seconds, you weren't sure. You just knew that you felt absurdly exposed and you loved it. Hui came minutes after that, emptying himself inside of you and you made a grunting noise at the feeling, not quite having the strength to moan anymore.

Hui got out of you and sat on his heels as Shinwon helped you move to snuggle him and make space for Hui to lay next to you.

"That was something else", Shinwon was the first one to say.

"Hm, it was", Hui answered, still out of breath.

"Yeah, it definitely was", you laughed, sitting up after getting seconds of rest.

"Thanks for being so cool with all this, dude", Hui said to Shinwon and he only nodded.

"In fact, this wouldn't have happened if it wasn't for our trust, you know. So as long as you don't break any boundaries, we're fine", Shinwon spoke and held you closer.

"I get it. I truly do", Hui watched you and you fought back the urge to kiss him. "It is really nice, what you two have".

"Honestly, it's amazing. If it wasn't for our communication, friendship, and trust, I think Shinwon would have given up on me already", you answered, giving your boyfriend an affectionate kiss.

"I would never", Shinwon made a theatrical move of outrage and you and Hui laughed. "Nah, it's fine. Y/N had the hots for you since forever".

"Oh I know. Just never thought of hitting on her because it was clear you were into her".

"Come on, guys. Love and attraction aren't always together, you know?", you chimed in and they chuckled.

"That's obvious now to me", Hui spoke and gave a quick kiss on the forehead. "I still wanna go to the party tho, will you guys come?".

"If everyone is up, sure", Shinwon shrugged.

"Maybe we can go the three of us…?", you asked.

Hui and Shinwon watched you for a few seconds and you got a bit scared of crossing a line you shouldn't have until Shinwon kissed you on the lips and got up, holding his hand out to you. You took it as Hui got up on his own and suddenly you felt very warm.

"As friends, right?" Shinwon asked, but you could see clearly his playful manners and you laughed.

"As my boyfriend and his friend!", you answered and Hui walked past you with his clothes in hand.

"I'm clearly the boyfriend now", he said.

The three of you laughed as Shinwon ran after him in a small room, butt naked and you sat back on the bed to watch the scene roll. Having Shinwon as a boyfriend meant always getting a pleasant surprise.

[1plus1kiyoomi]

I’m Your Father Chapter 17.5

Warnings: NSFW

You two strip off your clothes, dumping them the laundry basket. Sakusa leads you to the shower. He turns the shower on, waiting for the running water to be comfortably heated. You soak yourself under the shower, his hands roaming around your body. Getting impatient, he pushes you gently closer to the wall.

Kiyoomi’s arms grip on your hips tighter, as he presses your back against the cold wall of the shower, the water coming out of the shower head barely hitting his back. Your arms are around his neck as your lips melt into one. You suck on his bottom lip, your tongue searching for his. A moan escapes from deep your throat as he shoves his tongue inside your mouth. You feel him harden in between your legs, so you part them even more.

His kisses travel down to your neck, licking on your exposed skin instead of sucking on it. He cups one boob with one hand, the other boob in his mouth. He twirls his tongue over your nipple before sucking on it aggressively. He nibbles on them, looking up to you.

“Baby, please…” You say shakily, Sakusa’s mouth transferring to your other breast. He repeats his actions and you can’t contain your moans anymore.

“Please, what?” Sakusa is such a tease and he knows it. His hands are all over your ass, palming your round butt checks. He suddenly gives it a smack, making you gasp. He takes this chance to shove his tongue back into your mouth.

You lean closer to him and hold onto the back of his head, deepening the kiss. His hands slowly move from your butt to your thighs. Then he slightly parts your legs even more. One of his hands slides in between your thighs, his thumb circling on your sensitive clit, the other four fingers shamelessly tracing the outside of your pussy lips.

Sakusa has barely touched your pleasure zone but you’re already gasping for air. The steam coming from the shower, making it harder for you to breath.

He enters two fingers inside you, and you start moaning as you stretch around his finger. His fingers curling inside of you feels so good you can barely keep your knees from collapsing. He notices this, so his other other hand lifts one of your legs up, pressing your knee to your chest. His fingers reach deeper inside of you, your moans echoing through the whole bathroom. You’re almost at your high, you can feel it. But Kiyoomi stops.

“Why?” You whine, panting. Your hands hold onto his shoulder, not wanting to fall on the floor. You look down and see his hard member. You slowly push him off you, the droplets from the hot shower hitting his back.

Your pussy is throbbing once again just from seeing his beautiful dick is. You kneel in front of him, and a smirk travels to his lips. He sees you reach for his cock but he pushes your hands away.

“Use your mouth,” he orders you, his fingers grabbing onto the top of your head. You do as he says, your tongue reaching out for his tip. His dick grows harder from it, making you giggle. Sakusa glares at you. “Don’t get too cocky.”

His hand on your head pushes your face close to his cock, forcing you to open your mouth and suck him in. You gag, not ready for his size. A moan escapes his lips. You remove your mouth from his cock, only to flatten your tongue and trace his dick with it, from the base to the tip...very slowly. “Stop teasing.”

To test him even more, you use your tongue to draw circles around the head, over and over again. He can barely contain himself. Moans and unfinished profanities coming out of his mouth. Your lips form a tight grip around the head of his dick and you slowly suck it, gagging your head back and forth. You him deeper and deeper with each head nod.

You want him to just lose control. You want him to go feral. You want him to cum in throat. You want him to fuck your face. And you’re gonna get what you want.

Sakusa’s hands bring your hair into a ponytail, strapping the strand around his fingers. He starts controlling your movements, causing you to take him even deeper, and even faster. His dick is so big, it keeps hitting the back of your throat. You try hard to fight your gag reflex, tears forming on the corners of your eyes.

You look up to him and his head is leaned back, his lips slightly parted, soft moans of your name coming out of his mouth. You moan from the sight above you. You continue to work your mouth and lips up and down his shaft.

“Fuck... Oh shit…don’t stop. Suck my dick like that. God, you’re so good, angel.” You hear him say, making your wet pussy clench on nothing. You feel his legs start to shake and his dick starting to tense up so you move your head up and down his cock faster.

Sakusa pushes your head out of reflex, your face touching his lower abdomen. You squirm, choking on his thick cock, but you don’t pull away.

“Take all my cum like the good girl you a-ah, fuck...” You feel his hot seeds spill inside your throat, then he slowly pulls out of your mouth. You let your tongue out, proudly showing him the pool of cum in your mouth. He squishes your cheeks with one hand, his tongue running over his lower lip.

“Swallow.” You can’t help but moan before you swallow his cum, gulping it down your throat. “Good girl.”

He pulls you up, his hands cupping your womanhood. You let out a loud moan, wanting him to touch you even more. He tells you to jump so you do, wrapping your legs around his waist. He slowly lowers your body down, his cock entering your throbbing sex.

The fulness his giving you making your eyes roll to the back of your head. “Too big... Omi, you’re so big.” You manage to say.

“If your mouth can take it, so can your pussy,” he whispers into your ear, pushing you even further down until you take all of him in. Your hands claw on his back, dragging your fingers down the more he pushes more of his cock in you. He hisses from the sting, water hitting on the fresh scratches on his back.

“Angel, I haven’t even started moving. But look at you looking so fucked up,” he teases, starting to move. You don’t hear his words, pleasure and lust filling your head. You babble out random words, making him thrust into you faster.

“Yes... yes... yes...” You let out, your face snugged close to his shoulder. He stops then puts you back to your feet. He spins your around, his back facing you while you face the wall.

“Hands on the wall.” He bends you down and you follow what he says. He enters you from behind, the new stretch making you moan his name out loudly. “I love hearing my name come out of your mouth like that. I want to hear more of it.”

“Omi...” you gasp as he starts thrusting fast in you. His cock reaching your g-spot. All types of moans and curses leave your mouth, not able to process anything in your mind other than pleasure. “Fuck, Omi. Fuck me harder.”

“Anything for my baby.” He wraps a hand around your neck and you closer to him, making you arch your back. He roughly goes in and out of your pussy, making your vision blurry then white. You let out a lewd sound, the slapping of skin and running water minimizing it. “You like that? You like it when I fuck your pussy like that?”

“Yes, I love it,” you response in between moans. You feel your a familiar knot in your stomach, Sakusa’s thrusts getting sloppier, also nearing his climax. You finally reach your high, your eyes rolling to the of your head, and a loud moan escaping your lips. Your walls clench on his cock, making him groan. You feel his dick twitch, then his cum inside of you. He pulls out, watching his cum drip out of your pussy.

Kiyoomi pulls you up, leaving soft kisses on your neck and shoulders, bringing you under the shower. You feel the hot water touch your skin, a sigh of satisfaction leave your lips. You feel Kiyoomi’s arm around your waist, his chin on your shoulder. “I love you...” you tell him, kissing his cheek.

“I love you so much more.”

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Note: second time trying to write smut skdkdksksk i hope you like it

[the-settingsun]

Chrollo Lucilfer NSFW alphabeth

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Chrollo is extremely gentle with you during aftercare, he tends to be pretty rough so after you two finish he focused all his attention on you. He will clean both of you with a towel first and then run you a bath, while you wait for it to fill he will sit beside you and just quietly carres your arm with his thumb.

After the bath is filled you both get it and just lay in each others arms before drying off and getting dressed again.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite bodypart on himself is his chest. He loves to see you falling asleep while you lay on his chest. It allows him to play with your hair and look at your face while you sleep.

His favorite body part on you are your hands. He loves to intertwine his fingers with yours when he makes love to you. But when he is downright fucking you he loves to see you struggle when he pins them above your head.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He either finishes inside of you or on your lower belly, but he generally prefers the latter. However he loves to see you out of breath, sweaty and dripping with his cum.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Once when you were trying bondage for the first time he managed to get a picture while you were blindfolded. He keeps that picture in his phone for a particular reason.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Chrollo Lucilfer knows what he is doing. He didn't have many sexual partners in the past but he knows what to do to make you melt under his touch.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Any position wherr he can see your face, even better if he is the one on top.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

No, not at all. If you try to joke around too much he will stop because he will feel that you're not taking his efforts seriously.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He is likes to keep it clean down there, soemtimes that isn't an option with his busy schedule but most of the time he is shaved clean.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Chrollo's picture is right next to the definition of romance. He is extremely romantic and even if there isn't an anniversary or a special date coming up he will prepare as much as he can. For example, candles, rose petals, fancy dinner, towels for cleaning up afterwards, and so and so. Even if you two were just cuddling or relaxing at home beforehand he will shower you in words of affirmation "You looks so pretty like this my love" or "Let me show you how much I love you" he will gently caress your body and prepare you before actually doing the deed. He'll make sure you are comfortable and ask if it's okay for him to put it in. He always kisses your neck and hold your hand during the intercourse.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Simple, he doesn't. If he miss you he calls you or looks at that one illicit picture he has of you. Besides why would he jack off if he can just ask you and return the favor later?

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Bondage, slight temperature play and choking. Chrollo loves seeing your wrists tied together, he loves to see you struggle again your restrains as he overstimulates you. He loves seeing your body react when you're blindfolded. He likes taking ice cubes and circling your sentive spots with them.

If he is feeling more stressed and he is going rough he will degrade you. He uses isults such as "You needy bitch tell he how muh you want this cock. You dont deserve it, let me hear how much you want it" but he always feels like he did something wrong and apologizes during after care or immiedetaly after he says it. There have been times when he realized he was too harsh and had to stop.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His bedroom. He has a giant penthouse, he doesn't get to visit so often but even so he has a luxurious bed, giant windows that provide beautiful and breathtaking views of the city and a mirror that takes up quite amount of space in the room. He will take you anyway but he prefers did to fuck you against the windows because he likes how the cold glass gives you goosebumps on your skin.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you are dressed up. If you and him attend a formal event he cannot keep his hands to himself. Because your relationship is a secret, he will glance at you from the other side of the room. But as soon as you to escape the public eye the night it's more magical.

When he sees you fight. He loves to see the flame in your eyes as you work towards your goal of defeating someone. Because you are a member of the Phantom Troupe and he is the leader, he gets to see you fight very often. This means that the aftermath of your fight is either a warm night of cuddling or rough lovemaking.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

A threesome. He hates the idea of someone else touching you, and after a talk with you you both agreed that a threesome is something you're not interested in and will never bring up again

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers recieving. He can get very vocal too, moaning and cursing under his breath. He grabs your hair and holds it behidn your head like a ponytail so you could access his dick better. Words like "Fuck, princess you're doing so well" will come out his mouth while he sucks air through his teeth. He doesn't force you to swallow and would rather come on tour chest.

While he prefers recieving, he is very skilled in giving. He spends considerable amount of time between your things, kissing them and leaving marks before moving onto the actual thing. Chrollo has a big nose and it usually rubs along your clit in the rhytm he is pleasuring you, adding more stimulation. Whenever Chrollo gives you oral you are on cloud nine.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He is either slow and sensual or fast, rough and merciless. Even if he is rough he will try to avoid hurting you too much and attemps to hold back, but when you scream out his name something just snaps and he can't stop himself.

Most of the time he begins slows and gradually becomes more rough. There are times that he truly worships you like your birthday or during comfort sex. Either way he is very understanding.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn't like them. The only time you have quickies is when you hadn't been with each other for a long time and you know that you have to part ways again soon.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes, it is willing to try anything once. As long as both of you properly research what you want to try, he is willing to try it out even if he thinks it's not something he will enjoy.

No he doesn't like to take risk if it means that you could be caught. He is a very private person and he thinks that sex should be should be happening behind closed doors. Plus he hates the idea of someone else seeing you when you're this vulnerable. He's a very private person about your relationship in general and it is still a secret which means that the getting caught situation applies both to the overall relationship.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He usually goes for two rounds but you know he can last longer. He doesn't want to overwhelm you so he's holding back, but if you say that you don't want him to hold back then you're in for a long night.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Besides a blindfold, ribbons, and handcuffs he doesn't own an anything. He finds no use for it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn't like teasing and he doesn't like to be teased which means that teasing is not a thing you do in the bedroom. However he really liked sport play and if he has the time he will put a blindfold on you and spend 20 minutes just worshipping and kissing every inch of your body.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Chrollo is pretty vocal. He will swear under his breath, grunt and moan. He will purposely lean closer to your ear and immiedetaly after follow up with sentences such as "Look what you're doing to me" or "Princess you're so perfect, just for me"

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

After you two moved in together into his penthous he bought a mirror that is placed above your bed, so when he is feeling extremely dominant he will grab your neck and force you to wath your own reflection as he fucks your brains out.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

7.7 inches AND he knows what he is doing.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Below average. He can go a long time withouth sex,but once you two are reunited it is a long night for both of you eince you can't get enough of each other.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He never falls asleep before you, even if he came home late or if he has to leave early the next day. He will either read, cook or practise nen until he is sure you are asleep and he can go to sleep too.

[1kook]

skirt chasers - drabble i

a skirt chasers drabble bc they are my fave fictional couple to date <333

tags: coupley and domestic, jk’s terrible attempts at seducing via text, making out, dry humping, spitting (ik idk what came over me), too much talking for this to be sexual pero hey here we are wc: like 3k

entirely based off jungkook from bv3 that man had NO right to look that good and  the holy jirkenstocks (jungkook birkenstocks). wont lie this has been completely written in my drafts since November (yes 2019) and i hoarded it under the belief i would make this a whole part 2 which i did not 

que dios los bendiga <3

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Much to everyone’s dismay, Jungkook’s spring break in Vegas with the boys is cut three days short when Jimin’s dog sitter suddenly cancels, citing a case of homesickness as enough cause to abruptly go home. When you first hear news of this, you’re preparing yourself for the return of a mopey, useless Jungkook, too drained from four glorious days in Las Vegas to carry on. What you’re not expecting is the mysterious text he sends you before boarding a five hour flight with no service (he was cheap).

kook still on vegas lockdown. Have that pussy ready when i get home

“The fuck does that mean?” Chaeyoung is the first to see the message, your screen lighting up on the kitchen counter beside you as you scrub through a mountainous pile of dishes. You try to play it off, after all, Chaeyoung had seen parts of you you hadn’t even seen, but there was no worse embarrassment than having your homegirls see your clown of a boyfriend’s ridiculousness. “He’s so romantic,” she swoons, and you shoo her away from the offending device as you wipe your hands down on your t-shirt. 

you for what?? One 20 second round 🤥

Chaeyoung suddenly cackles from over your shoulder, and you swear your soul leaves your body. 

You don’t get a response until exactly five hours and thirteen minutes later, your phone vibrating like crazy on the edge of your bathtub, and if you hadn’t given it a hearty kick and sent it flying across the room, front screen shattering into the most intricate spider web of glass shards, it would have fallen into the water. The terror. 

kook pls pick me up 

kook also haha. U r soooo funny 😑

You’re halfway to the airport, idly sitting in traffic and giving the public a free, Beyonce-like experience of The Script’s Breakeven, when you realize you’re not wearing any pants. You’re not exactly sure which part of Jungkook’s long t-shirt had tricked you into believing you were decently dressed, but you’re not too mad. After all, Jungkook’s trip with the boys had been a last minute decision that did not take into consideration your never-ending thirst for your boyfriend, so a little payback never hurt anybody. 

He’s sitting on top of his suitcase outside the airport when you get there, cute Birkenstock-clad feet swinging back and forth as he waits for you like the good boy he is. He crouches down by the passenger window, “Uh, yeah, is this the Uber?” 

You can’t even bother hiding the smile that consumes your face, and it only grows tenfold when he finally gets in and immediately leans over the center console to kiss you. “Look who’s finally back from their little bachelor party,” you murmur, eyes lidded dangerously low when he breaks away. 

“Oh, the party where I accidentally sleep away my life-savings to a stripper named Aries and then have to go home and beg for my wife’s forgiveness?” He responds immediately, devious pink tongue swiping out to lick at your bottom lip. 

You snort. “Joke’s on you, because our hot pool boy kept me company and treated me better in four days than my husband had in six years,” you mumble, finger looping into the silver chain around his neck to pull him close again. 

“Not our hot pool boy,” he whines, smile pressed adorably to your lips. 

You almost retort, but a ten-second horn blast from the car behind you has the two of you jumping three feet from each other, like teenagers caught making out in the school parking lot. 

-

Just as you’d predicted via text, Jungkook barely has the energy to walk up the steps to your apartment, much less fuck you like he’d promised. “Fuck, stop being healthy and let us take the elevator,” he grunts, pushing his suitcase onto the final platform leading to your floor.

“Nope,” you concede. “The stairs give me a good view of your ass going up.”

He shoots you a scandalized look, like you’re an old man who’d just catcalled him on the street. “Pretty sure that’s my line.”

It’s when you’re unlocking the front door, sending out a little prayer to the heavens (Chaeyoung) for the blessing of an empty apartment, that he notices your lack of proper clothing. “Oh, hell no,” he groans, immediately crowding you against the armchair nearest the door. 

You laugh, struggling to turn to face him as he nuzzles his face into your neck. “What seems to be the problem?”

He sighs against the shell of your ear, and you’d be a liar to say it didn’t send a gush of wetness to your core. Jesus, just a single puff of air from Jungkook was enough to turn your coochie into a Fruit Gusher. “Not your sexy legs again,” he whines, and you giggle when he presses those pouty lips to yours. 

“Thought I was supposed to have this pussy ready for you,” you tease, tilting your head up until your noses brush against each other. Jungkook lets a soft huff of a sigh go, eyes fluttering shut at your close proximity. 

There’s a hand that creeps along the back of your thigh, fingers pressing into the soft skin until he finally guides it upwards, hitched over his hip. The new position has your body curving backwards, tilted over the edge of the couch as he continues crowding closer and closer to you. “Baby,” he whines, and the tone and sudden usage of your favorite nickname wipes the teasing smile off your face. “I missed you so much,” he purrs, in that tone that says he knows he has you under his complete control, all he has to do is take care of you. 

Still, you try to put up some sort of a fight. “I’m sure your eyes were kept entertained in Vegas,” you retort weakly, not even bothering to hide the jealousy in your tone. 

Jungkook laughs, before puckering his lips and smothering you. Instantly, you throw your arms around his broad shoulders to pull him closer. His hair tickles your face from how long it’s gotten, and when you brush it back, collecting it into a makeshift baby ponytail, you can’t even enjoy the sight because Jungkook is pressing his rock hard member against your inner thigh. 

“You think I’m a cheater?” He muses when he finally pulls away, a little entranced by the saliva that coats your lips in a thin sheen. “Couldn’t be even if I wanted to.” Before you can ask what that even means, he’s hauling you into his arms, your legs wrapping around his tiny waist, his cock now cradled between your thighs, right where you want him most. You moan immediately, head lolling backwards at the touch you’d craved for days. “Feel that? No one gets my dick hard like you do, baby.”

Even though his adrenaline is on one hundred, and he’s clearly blinded by his lust, Jungkook still sets you down on the bed like you’re made of glass. Any comments you may have made are smothered by his lips on yours, fingers gripping your waist like it’s the first time he’s ever touched you. When he pulls away, his eyes are dark and his breath is a little heavy where it fans against the lower half of your face. 

“So pretty,” he huffs, rolling his hips against yours. You groan, eyes rolling back as the familiar feeling of your boyfriend between your legs consumes you. Jungkook presses his mouth against the skin of your neck, where the faintest sheen of sweat had begun to form the moment you unlocked the front door. 

If you thought you were loud, the sounds leaving Jungkook’s throat are teetering on the edge between a pornstar and a yodelling-enthusiast. You can’t help the smirk crossing your features. “Are you really gonna come?”

Jungkook was many things, and drama queen was definitely very high on that list. He gives you the most scandalized expression, stopping the movement of his hips to scoff. “As if,” he snorts, but you know that little eyebrow furrow a little too well. 

You snort, reaching down to his sides as you try to discreetly urge him to start up again. “Baby, your jaw is twitching,” you point out, a soft whine leaving your lips when he shifts your leg up. It’s this same sound that has him finally moving again. 

“Yeah, well,” he groans, one hand deathly gripping into your hip now, pressing you down onto the bed so hard you feel the comforter will swallow you up any minute now. “I just got my wisdom teeth removed, ‘member?”

Your retort is briefly cut off by the cry you let out when he ducks down to suck a mark beneath your jaw. “M-Months ago,” you weakly respond, 

Jungkook ignores you in favor of using his Hulk strength to fold you in half, groans borderline animalistic as he grinds his cock into your soaked panties. His jaw is tight like you’d said, but you can tell he’s holding himself back. He hated coming before you, seldom doing it unless it was one of those rare days where he wanted you to pamper him. 

“Fuck,” he grunts, swallowing your pitiful whines before pushing his tongue down your throat. There was something sexy about your boyfriend being so turned on that his saliva production was off the charts. “You’re gonna ask me to do that thing again, aren’t you?” He predicts. 

All you can do is nod, and Jungkook smirks. “Ah,” he says, much like a doctor would, and you comply, mouth wide. You see the muscles beneath his jaw twitch, and a moment later he’s leaning over you with puckered lips, a glob of saliva begging to drip down. 

The moan that catches in your throat has him smiling, tongue peeking out to cut the bridge of saliva that connected the two of you, and you want to tell him you love him, but then he’s raising his eyebrows at you, motioning for you to swallow, so you do. “Absolutely filthy,” he grins, and then returns to thrusting against you. 

As much as you liked to tease him, he’s good at fulfilling the sexual aspects of his boyfriend role, and he guides you to your orgasm moments later. Of course, he does so by toying with your tits just the way you like, lips pressed firmly to yours as you become a boneless heap beneath him. “That’s it, pretty baby,” he murmurs, pressing one final kiss to your lips before he’s shifting back onto his haunches, tugging you closer until the backs of your knees are cradled carefully in his elbows. 

Despite your transcended state, you love watching Jungkook get himself off, and your eyes flutter as you watch him thrust sloppily against your soiled panties. They’re soaked by your own arousal, and had Jungkook’s sweats not been as dark as they were, you’re almost certain you’d see how they stained. 

He comes a moment later, body twitching and fingers tightening against your skin. His chest heaves, head lolling back as he tries to regain his senses. Silence envelopes the room. 

“Do you wanna talk about it?” You blurt, no longer able to pretend like something isn’t completely wrong. 

Jungkook rolls his neck out, a satisfying crack resounding, as he angles to look at you again. His tongue is poking against his cheek in that cocky way it does sometimes, and he furrows his brows at you. “What?”

You shuffle up onto your elbows, motioning towards him with the vaguest wave possible. He blinks. You groan. 

“What did you do?” You question, and immediately his eyes go wide and shiny in that way they do when you’re reprimanding him and he doesn’t see the wrong in his ways. 

Cute little lips forming a pout he remains as confused. “Nothing? We really just went to fuck around and get drunk—“

“Kook.”

“You don’t actually think I cheated, I thought we were just joking? Unless…” he trails off, doe eyes suddenly filled with fear. “You weren’t?”

“Jungkook—“

He intercepts you, “did you do something while I was gone? Who was he? Or she? Wow,” he huffs to himself in disbelief. “I don’t even know you well enough to know if you’re into more than just men.” The frown on his face is getting deeper with each word he utters and you almost can’t believe how dumb he could be. “No wonder… am I a terrible boyfriend?” He asks, voice louder and more concerned than it’s been all night. 

“What the fuck are you even talking about?” You say, and Jungkook looks just as lost by your response as you are with his. “Because I’m talking about whatever this is,” you explain, reaching up to drag a hand through his dual-colored locks. 

They’d been carefully tucked under his bucket hat when you’d picked him up, a tuft of blonde peeking out from in front of his ear. It wasn’t until he’d tipped you over the side of the couch that it had tumbled off. Of course, at the time, there had been other pressing matters at hand than wondering why your Hannah Montana blonde boyfriend had returned as Todoroki, which is why you’d waited until now to revisit the topic. 

Jungkook doesn’t move for a solid ten seconds. Then, as if processing the emotional episode he’d just given you, he gives you a sheepish smile. It’s one of those smiles where his lips press together thinly and cutely and the apples of his cheeks seem like the squishiest things in the world. “Oh…” he says, voice soft and nothing like the man that spit in your mouth five minutes ago. “You like it?”

[mythiccheroacademia]

No, this is 

A/N: Talk about record timing. Can’t believe I got this out in one go. This is the last part of the three part Sero fanfic series. No more angst. Y’all got lucky with this one ;)

Sorry for the mushiness. You and Sero are simps™️. It was kind of ugly.  However, it couldn’t be helped. 

I had fun writing this. I hope you had fun too. Enjoy 🖤

Pairing: Sero X Fem!Reader

Warnings: cussing, not graphic but heavily implied under-aged sex that teenagers don’t do (hope you noted the sarcasm), and fluffiness!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

No, this is

It was 24 days post-breakup. You were doing better. Much better. There were still days when the tears would burn, but it was nothing crippling. Not like it used to be. Besides, between training and your academics, you didn’t have time to mope around. You might be heartbroken, but you weren’t going deter your life because of it.

You sat on your couch, studying for your Calculus test the next day. The busy work had been down to a minimal, so you had more time to study for exams. For now, you were reviewing everything you and Momo had reviewed during the evening.

Then your phone buzzed.

You squinted as you read the name, assuring yourself you weren’t seeing wrong.

It was Sero.

It had been over three weeks since you received a text from him. And vice-versa. You almost forgot his contact was in your phone. Hagakure had said texting him in a moment of weakness would mean double heartache for you. So, you made yourself suppress any urges to text him.

There was a voice inside your head to ignore the message. It was only recently that you had been okay with seeing him on a daily basis. And the class dynamic was going back to normal. You didn’t want to ruin it again—

He double—no—triple texted.

Maybe you shouldn’t have opened it as quickly as you did.

Sero: Hey, how are you doing?

Sero:

Okay, that was probably weird. I’m sorry for texting you after all this time. I know I’m probably the last person you want on your phone so, I’ll make these next few paragraphs as quick as possible

Sero:

At first, I thought time apart would be good for us. 24 hours after, I was a mess, but seeing you smile and laugh…I thought I could suck it up and move on if you were too. Three weeks in, and I’m going crazy not being able to talk to you. I know it’s almost been a month and I am every bit of a coward for only now growing the balls to finally reach out to you, but I need you to know this. I didn’t want to break-up. I never did. I only said that because I was angry, defensive and I wanted to hurt you. It was in the heat of the moment, but that’s no excuse. I was being a dick. I’m sorry for hurting you. I didn’t mean to be condescending. I didn’t mean to lose my temper. I never mean to make you feel like I don’t have time for you.

Sero: I would spend every waking moment with you if I could, but it’s just been a bit overwhelming lately with school. Something I know you can relate to and I’m sorry was acting like I was alone in that. I feel like such an asshole for letting you go. You’re worth fighting for, Y/N. These past 18 months have been so amazing and I’m not ready to let that go. I never want to. I want to be by your side through thick and thin. I’m sorry for not showing you that as of late, but I swear it still holds true

Sero: Long story short, I’m willing to fix this if you want to. I want to talk. Face to face. If you don’t want to get back together, I understand. I will respect your decision no matter what. I just want to make sure both of us lay our issues on the table so, at the very least, we get closure and, hopefully, stay friends. Know that you will always have me as your biggest supporter, even if it’s not in the way I want to be

Sero: I love you, Y/N. Now and forever. I’m so sorry I ever hurt you

He watched the dots in the chat bubble bounce, on and off, for 30 minutes.

You: Hey

Sero: Hey

You: Apology accepted. Thank you for reaching out and I didn’t mean to leave you on read. I just had to type up my corny paragraph in notes before I sent it to you. You know how I get

Sero: Of course. And even if you did mean to, I would deserve it

Sero: And I’m all ears…or eyes?

You laughed at that. Even after all this time, he was still cracking jokes.

You: I thought I could make peace with what happened that night. It was so hard going to bed, knowing we had fought and not making up. But you looked like you were moving on and I didn’t want you to pity me. So, I chose to move on to. Or, at least I tried to.

You; The truth is, I never wanted to break-up with you. I don’t even know why I ever suggested the idea. I was mad and I just started rambling, finding whatever I could say to hurt you like I was hurting. I’m sorry for that. It makes me feel happy that you feel the same way. When I heard you agree with me, I felt like I could’ve died right there. I thought ‘I just helped him get rid of myself.’ I felt like the biggest idiot for ruining our relationship. Thank you for apologizing, but I also have things to apologize for.

You: I’m sorry for storming in your room with an attitude. I’m sorry for being a hypocrite and getting angry with you whenever you had schoolwork. That’s important and I was being a jerk. When I confronted you, I shouldn’t have lost my temper like that either. I haven’t loved anyone like I love you, Sero. Losing you broke my heart in ways I didn’t think were possible. 18 months isn’t enough time. I probably sound selfish, but I want more. With you. Only you. I want to talk it out. I know we can fix this. I want to so badly because I love you too much to let you go

You: I’m so sorry for hurting you

Sero: apology accepted. not to be annoying, but you don’t know how happy I am rn. i’d kiss you if i could

You: simp

You: talk tonight?

Sero: look who’s talking

Sero: and as much as I want to, you have the calculus test tomorrow, don’t you? I want you to get all the study time you can

Sero: tomorrow night?

You: no, you have tutoring for the Japanese Lit exam Friday. I know how hard you’ve been working in that class, so I want you to put all your energy on that

You: we can talk after school Friday?

Sero: okay, sounds good

You: okay

You: thank you for not giving up on me

Sero: never

Sero: I love you, baby. I’m sorry again

You: I know. I love you more

Sero: impossible

…

The next day, your classmates were very confused to see the two of you walk into homeroom together. They gaped as you laughed at a joke he cracked.

After nearly a month of ignoring one another, you two were suddenly keke-ing it up? What?

Your friends wanted answers. So, you were forced to tell them after class. Most of them were happy the two of you would talk it out. They respected your split but missed how happy you two when you were together. It just made sense.

Mina and Bakugo said they would only be happy if the talk went well. Bless their hearts.

On Friday night, you were just about to text Sero to ask where and when you’d talk. Before you could send the message, a knock on your window made you jump.

“Helloooo~” the perpetrator goofily sung, dangling by his tape.

You rolled your eyes as you opened the window to let him in.

“You scared the shit out of me. I thought you said no more dangling by windows like a stalker?” you teased.

“I did?” he chuckled.

You let him use your shoulder as support as you held his waist and he climbed through the window. Detaching himself from the used tape, he finally stood on his feet, but his arms never left you.

A moment passed between you two as you stared at one another. Sero only looked at your smile for three seconds before he took your lips with his own. Your hands threaded through his hair as his cupped your cheeks, squeezing out all the space between you.

The kiss was firm, desperate, and it kind of hurt; but it was everything you two needed at that moment. It was a crash course of the 28 days you spent apart. The feeling of your lips pressed against his was arresting. You couldn’t think. All you could do was relish in the feeling of relief. Relief that you were re-learning that he tasted like warm cinnamon and spice.

It was oxygen that separated you two. You kissed one of his hands on your cheeks and Sero connected your foreheads.

“I missed you,” he whispered, against your lips. “I was an idiot.”

“You were.” You softly kissed him, biting his bottom lip and enjoying the way he groaned. “But I was too. I missed you so much.”

“Forgive me?”

“Only if you’ll forgive me.”

“Always,” he smiled.

You returned it tenfold. “Always,” you repeated.

Then your lips found one another again. This time, you drew impossibley closer. Your arms found purchase around his neck as his hands slid down to your hips. Your tongues explored the warm cavern of the other’s mouth, making up for lost time. You moaned into him and Sero felt his dick twitch. One hand gripped the back of your head, tilting your head so he could have even more access. His other hand gripped your ass, making you whine in need. Just as your hands touched the warm skin on his taut stomach, Sero pulled your head back.

“Fuck—wait, baby,” he panted.

“What?” you hissed, pissed he was interrupting.

Even with his eyes clouded with lust, Sero would always prove to be the rational one in the relationship.

“W-we still have things we need to talk about.”

“Hanta, you walked in here, your hair in a ponytail, and no underwear under your sweatpants. Your grey sweatpants,” you enunciated. “And you wanna talk?”

“W-well, this is important and—” He tried to continue even as you forced yourself onto his neck. He forgot how sensitive he was there. And were you always this good with your tongue? “A-and—shit—I mean, we promised to talk…talk about wh-what weeee neeeed…oooh right there sweetheart—fuck! No!”

He pulled you away again, this time glaring down at you. However, he didn’t manage long from seeing your glistening lips from sucking on his skin. Your eyes glowed in pride at the darkening mark and they flickered upwards, meeting his crumbling resolve. You licked your bottom lip, eyeing him like he was a four-course meal.

You were gonna kill him one day.

“We need to talk about how to improve our relationship,” he gulped.

You quirked an eyebrow but smiled. “How about a deal? We get rid of this,” he curses as you palm his erection. “And then we can spend the night talking, yeah?”

He didn’t even miss a beat.

“Bet.”

His mouth was on yours in an instant. You figure yourselves out between kisses.

“Door?”

“Locked,” you confirmed. “Condoms?”

Sero hissed out another curse. “Shit, no. I didn’t think we’d—”

“Don’t worry about it. I have some in the drawer.” You jump and he effortlessly catches you so your secure on his hips. The adornment in his eyes makes your stomach do flips. You’ve missed this. You’ve missed him. You can’t believe you almost let him go.

“I love you,” he whispered, kissing you almost impossibly soft.

You return it. “I love you too. Now, make love to me, Sero Hanta.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

A third of the night was spent tangled beneath the sheets, letting your bodies explore each other until not a single curve or scar was left untouched. After burning through five condoms, the other third was left for conversation. Vulnerable moments were shared. Some tears were shed, but those intimate truths would forever be treasured. Finally, the remainer of the night was spent asleep, wrapped in the other’s arms. A silent vow floating between your lips that you would never let go.

Because, this truly was better.

[whatismarvel]

risks • (peter parker x stark!reader)

summary; tony stark is a cockblock and finds out about his daughter’s relationship in a not so appropriate way.

warnings; SMUT. curse words. reader is on the pill! (wrap it before you tap it!) had a lot of writer’s block w this one but enjoy!!

Peter didn’t see it coming, the argument brewing in the room went straight over his head and out the window. He didn’t think discussing the incident that happened in his school today to leave so much tension in your bedroom.

“Do you think he handled this maturely?” You implored, a look of astonishment on your face.

Without missing a beat, Peter replied. “Yes.”

You scoffed, shaking your head at him. “Okay, Parker.” You grabbed your phone from the nightstand and laid on your bed. You knew if this conversation carried on any longer, he’d annoy the shit out of you without even knowing. So it was best to just end it there.

Your boyfriend, Peter, was left puzzled on the other side of the room. There was a sense of bitterness in the air, yet he had no idea why. You guys were just talking, what happened? Did he say something wrong? Were you just in a bad mood?

Whatever it was, he was determined to find out and possibly fix it.

“Babe,”

A mutter escapes your lips as you keep scrolling through your Instagram, “Yeah?”

“Are you okay?”

“Just dandy, Parker.” You answered him, sarcasm dripping in your tone. It wasn’t Peter’s fault you were in a bad mood, well, for the most part. You just woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, that’s all.

But Peter was losing his mind, obviously, he knew you were lying. He just couldn’t figure out as to why you were so sour. He stood up from his chair and slowly made his way to you, plopping down on the end of the bed. Your crouched legs were blocking him from seeing you so he picked up your feet and pulled your legs towards him, making you slide down from your pillow and in a swift movement, you were on his lap.

“Peter.” You grunted as your hair was now in a mess from the sliding. You threw your phone to the side as Peter encircled his hands around your waist. “Tell me what’s wrong love.” He says, staring up into your eyes as you fix your hair into a ponytail.

You sigh, “There’s nothing wrong, I’m just not feeling it today.” You admitted to him. But Peter wasn’t buying it. “Are you sure? Did I do something?” He fretted, the last thing he wanted to do was offend you. You see the worry in his eyes and you can’t help but break a small smile. “You didn’t. Don’t worry.” You assure him with a sweet peck.

“Okay.” It is all he can say but you know he’s not entirely convinced. You chuckle, as you grasp his face between your two hands and press a soft kiss onto his lips.

Things quickly escalate when Peter’s back hits the mattress with you on him. His hands roam your entire body until it rests on the curve of your back, slowly inching towards your ass. His tongue slips past your lips and he steals your breath. You don’t fight his tongue as it explores your mouth. There’s a hint of mint from the gum he’s been chewing but you don’t mind. You whine into his mouth, as you feel him smack your ass. “I hope the door is locked.” He says and you playfully roll your eyes at him as you fumble with his belt buckle and fly.

Peter chuckles and takes hold of your wrist to stop you. Before you could pout, he flips you both over on the mattress. With no time to waste, he unbuckles his belt and unzips his fly. His cock sprung out and pressed against his toned stomach. Hovering over you, you took him in your hand, pumping him slowly until he groaned, throwing his head back.

Luckily you only had on a long shirt. Peter licked his fingers and slipped them between your legs, through your folds, rubbing lightly at the sensitive nub there and smiling down at you as you gasped, before withdrawing his hand and licking it again. This time, Peter inserted three fingers into you, making you gasp louder than before. “Holy shit!” You tried to muffle your moans by holding your hands over your mouth but you couldn’t, he was pleasuring you so good. You just hoped your father wouldn’t hear.

Peter stopped his ministrations, spreading your legs widely. You helped guide him to where he fits best inside you. You whined in response when his tip came in contact with your entrance, eager for him to fill you up. You brought your hand to your mouth and licked it. Quickly you transferred the wet to his cock, twisting your hand around it until he groaned again, and slipped it into your entrance.

Mutual moans of pleasure filled the air. “Fuck-Y/N!” No matter how scared you were that your father could burst through that door right now, you couldn’t help but relish in this blissful feeling.

Peter quickly flips you back over, with you on him now. You take a second to savor the intense feeling of him inside you and began rocking yourself up on your knees and back down, the pace you set was hard and quick, and Peter moaned with an open mouth as he squeezed the top of your thighs.

You alternate riding his dick and picking yourself up until he almost slips out before dropping back onto him again. He throws his head back and groans in time with your movements.

“Fuck Babygirl! You feel so good!” Peter grunted, loudly.

“Shh-my d-dad might hear!” You stutter, his movements hindering your speech.

Peter removes your t-shirt bunched up by your waist completely and bites down a little on your left nipple, which sends new bliss through you. He continues squeezing and sucking on each boob while driving his hips up into yours, fucking you with a vigor you didn’t think he’d have with you sitting so heavy on him. He fucks you deeply, barely moving his cock in and out, just seeming to push further and further into you.

In a short time, Peter’s grip tightens on you and he tenses. Veins in his neck stand out as he clenches his teeth and, after ragged breaths and shaky movements, he comes inside you. “F-Fuck! Y-Y/N!” He groans into your neck.

“Y/N! WHERE ARE YOU?” A voice shouts from outside, and all your pores raise in a split second. That’s your dad. You scramble off Peter quickly, his cum still dripping out of you and Peter rushes to find his clothes. Your movements are hastily and you can’t seem to find a fucking pair of pants and oh my god your father is going to kill you. Finally, you stumble upon one and slip it on. Cum dripping down your leg. Fuck. “Fuck you, Parker.” He grins. “You just did.”

“Oh, you got jokes? When Iron Man comes smashing into this room and sees us like this, he’s going to obliterate you, Parker.” You tell him as you straighten out your hair and find a fucking cloth to wipe this shit off. Peter gulps, he’s quiet now. Equally terrified as you. Your dad doesn’t know you two are together, and you’d like to keep it that way before he annihilates Spiderboy here.

You swing open your door once you’ve deemed your appearance acceptable along with Peter’s. Your dad is sitting on the sofa, in the living room when you approach him.

“You two alright? Heard some noises and I thought you guys were fighting.” He asks, tipping his glasses to see if there were any bruises on either of you.

You force a chuckle, hitting Peter with your elbow. “We were just watching a horror movie, and Peter could not handle it.” You giggle, Peter nervously laughs along with you.

Tony grins, “Well if you’re not too busy, Parker, and you’d like a break from shitting your pants, would you come to help me with something in the lab? Think I might need an extra pair of eyes.”

Peter nods his head furiously, “Sure I’d love that.” He looks at you with fear in his eyes but you give him a reassuring smile as he follows your father.

____

Tony Stark isn’t dumb. He’s far from it. He’s too intelligent to not know something is up with Peter and his daughter. He heard the screaming, the moans. But if his daughter was telling the truth, if they were really watching a movie, then he had nothing to worry about.

But was she telling the truth?

He didn’t know. They looked fine when they came out of the room. Didn’t look like they were doing drugs of any sort. So what was it? Were they....doing it? Nah. They’re just friends. Really good friends. Friends who always hang out, in his daughter’s room, with the door locked.

Ah, fuck.

But, wait. Maybe he was just overthinking it.

Peter knew his place and wouldn’t dare overstep it, he’s harmless.

______

The time Peter and your father spent in the lab left you with an hour of absolutely nothing to do. To make the time go by less painfully, you sat on the plush sofa in the living room and pressed play on your unfinished movie from last night. At first, it was going great, now you’ve just lost all interest in it.

You’re quite grumpy when Steve enters the room, he looks at you puzzled when he sees you roll your eyes at the television. There’s a look of annoyance on your face but Steve doesn’t question it. He quietly passes you and heads into the kitchen for bottled water and exits the other way, in fear that you’d spot him and unleash your irritation on him.

You didn’t mean to come off as a bitch. Things just didn’t work out well for you today. You woke up in a bad mood, you were having a great time with your boyfriend then your dad- oh my god, you didn’t cum.

That’s why you’ve been so grumpy. You’d been so caught up with the fear of your father finding out about you two, that it slipped your mind that you didn’t reach your high.

You huffed, realizing all you wanted right now was your boyfriend and a release. You pulled the blanket over yourself, leaving only your head exposed. You did a 360° turn around the room before slipping your hands down your shorts. It was a risky thing to do, and not thought out at all. You should’ve just went into your room, but as soon as your fingers touched your sensitive folds, you were putty in your own hands.

Your other hand was used to increase the volume on the television so intruders would not hear your soft grunts. It’s not like you were that noticeable, your body was hunched forward a bit as your fingers delved deeper into you and the look of pleasure was adorned on your face. Your head hung low for a split second, almost reaching your high and that’s when you heard your father’s voice booming behind you.

“Thanks for the help, Spidey. I’ll let you go play with my daughter now.” He chuckles. Your eyes widen and you quickly remove your drenched fingers from your folds.

Your head whipped around so fast, it hurt. “Dad!” You see his head shoot up as he and Peter enter the living room area from behind you.

“What?” He asks quizzically, his eyebrows furrowing. You glare at him and he finally catches on to what he said. He audibly clears his throat, “I meant to hang. Hang out with my daughter.” He gives Peter a pointed look as he corrects himself.

Peter simply nods, his lips in a thin line as he shoves his hands in the front pockets of his jeans. He walks towards you, leaving your father behind as he watches both of you intensely.

Peter plops down on the sofa next to you and greets you with a wide smile. You return it almost immediately. You’re about to haul yourself at him, but your father has not moved an inch from the kitchen island. He pushes his glasses up from the bridge of his nose, arms crossed. You know he’s analyzing both of you. Trying to find a reason to be suspicious of you too, and he could’ve gotten one if he at least, tried to be inconspicuous.

You sigh, he was such a cockblock. “Yes, Daddy?” You say exasperatedly, turning your head in your father’s direction, but you don’t miss the way Peter shifts in his seat. You’re about to playfully wink at him, but decide against it. Not wanting to draw attention between you two.

Tony eyes you both before speaking. “Uhh, nothing. Just got so lost in the movie.” He shrugs, his tone is nonchalant. Your father was a decent liar, but this time even he knew it was not believable.

“Uhuh, sure.” You snorted, turning your head back to Peter. After being caught, Tony leaves the room, not wanting to intrude anymore and act like an overprotective dad. Besides, he knew you guys were just friends, nothing more, nothing less. There was nothing for him to worry about. It was all in his head.

_____

Once the area was deemed safe, you wrapped your arms around Peter’s neck to keep him close and boldly slipped your tongue passed his lips and teeth, deepening the kiss. There was give and take between you, and you could have continued basking in the savory taste of his mouth if his pants were able to hide his arousal better.

“I didn’t get to cum,” you whisper breathily in his ear, “Can you help me?”

In an instant, Peter drops to his knees. Moving the blanket to the side of you, he notices the already damp stain on your cotton shorts from earlier. He raises his brows, smirking.

“Shut up!” You blush, hiding your face. Peter chuckles, pulling your shorts down your legs, along with your underwear. He places them both to the side of you. Then gets down to business.

His eyes drop to your pussy for a moment and his tongue slips, thick and heavy, through your folds, before he looks back up at you once more. He pauses for a second to pop his first two fingers into his mouth, to wet them, then eases them into you as he laps at your clit again.  

His fingertips found and made minute circles on the hard nub of your clit. At the sensation, you bucked your hips. Holding a throw pillow close to your mouth to block out the loud moans.

He finger-fucked you hard. The hand gripping your hip tightened as he continued. You squealed and lifted your hips higher; the feelings of his fingers inside you were different than his cock but that didn’t make them any less sinful. They had the ability to stimulate you in different ways. Pushing against your g-spot and twisting so his knuckles brushed throughout your pussy, he wrung indecent, desperate noises from you as you came undone before him.

Your breath shakes and your vision becomes blurry, but after a few seconds of riding out your high and coming back to your senses, you realize Peter’s eyes move to behind you. Which only makes your heart beat faster than before and your pores raise.

This was such a dumb move for both of you.

Peter portrays a calm and collected look as he discreetly moves the blanket from your side and covers your exposed half. His eyes don’t move and you’re afraid to ask what’s happening.

“Peter.” Your dad’s voice strains from behind you. Your hands immediately bury your face, “Fuck.” You’re too scared to even turn around to meet the death glare your father is probably giving the back of your head right now.

Peter gulps, standing up. “Yes, Sir?” His voice shakes just a little.

“Why are you on the ground?” Tony queries calmly. Too calm.

“U-Uh, Y/N lost her earring. I was just helping her look for it.” He states, hoping his lie sounds believable.

Tony nods, looking at his daughter. “Did you find it? Y/N?” He inquires.

You have no choice but to turn around. He’s back at the same place you last saw him, next to the kitchen island. “Nope, still looking.” You declared, giving a little chuckle, but it comes out sounding unnatural.

Your father nods again. “See, well I swore I heard some moans again. Thought to myself you guys aren’t watching a horror movie so what could it be?” He asks incredulously, taking a few steps towards you both.

“Then I asked FRIDAY where the noise was coming from.” He shrugs, inching closer and closer to you both. Until he stops behind the sofa. “An image pops up in front of me, Parker.” He’s looking at Peter straight in his eyes, jaw clenching.

Your boyfriend is visibly shaking, he crosses his arms and tries to take a firm stance, but fails miserably at coming off as confident. “W-Wh-“

“Should I give you a head start?”

“Please.”

[hyuniebaby]

Focus (4)

Pairings: Baekhyun x Y/N x Junmyeon

Genre: smut

Warnings: oral (giving & receiving), throat fucking, daddy kink

AU: College student! Baekhyun, Professor! Junmyeon AU, college!au

A/N: Surprise!!!!!! Another update!!! I wasn’t expecting this fic to be really dirty but here it is now.... i hope you enjoy reading this.

@coffee-prince-kyungsoo

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11

Your class with Mr. Jung ended earlier than expected. The five hour lecture was cut short to three. He had to attend some meeting with the Chemistry Department faculty so with two hours to spare, you and your friends decide to go to the cafeteria to grab a quick meal.

As your group exits the room, you hear someone call your name. All of you turn your heads to the person who said your name.

“Jongdae?”

“Hey Y/N, I need to talk to you real quick.”

You tell your friends they can go ahead to the cafeteria, you’ll follow them afterwards. You thought Jongdae was going to talk about the quiz bee team so you casually walked up to him.

“So I heard something about you and someone.”

Your eyes widened. You immediately grab him by his hand and drag him to the nearest empty room. Unfortunately for you, it was the janitor’s closet.

“He told you?!” You exclaimed.

Baekhyun was right, you were cute! He remained silent, allowing you to rant while he maintained his smug look. His eyes landed on your hickey, but he kept quiet.

“Wow great, am I the talk of the Chem seniors now?” You run your hands through your hair, ruining your ponytail completely.

“Chill. He only told me. You do know I’m his best friend and roommate, right?”

“I don’t! I don’t see you hanging around him.” You tell him. “Whatever. It doesn’t matter.”

You abruptly went out the closet, Jongdae following behind you asking you to wait.

You turn to your left and you run into someone. You look up to see it was Junmyeon. His eyes furrowed as he looked at you. You had messy hair, you were sweating a little, breathing heavily, and you have a hickey. Not to mention the fact that you came from the janitor’s closet with Jongdae. He looks at you and Jongdae.

Seriously? Were you that desperate for a fuck that you would do it in school? The thought made him furious. He takes a step towards you and growls to your ear “Find me after your last class.” The way he said it made you feel chills down your spine.

He walks away but not before glaring at Jongdae.

The both of you stood there in place, shocked at how Mr. Kim responded. You went red out of embarrassment.

Not a while later, someone calls out to Jongdae. You freeze. Great, just great. The last person you wanted to see today was here.

“Baekhyun.” Jongdae greets. “What are you doing here?”

“Mrs. Lee called me in to discuss something about my thesis. Wait, is that Y/N?”

You wanted the ground to swallow you up at this moment. You refused to face Baekhyun.

“Yes... We — uh — we talked about the upcoming assembly for the organization we joined,” he lied.

“In the janitor’s closet?!” Baekhyun hissed. Jongdae was sweating now. The situation made it look like they did something dirty.

Afraid of what will happen next, you take this opportunity to sprint to the cafeteria. You do not want to be part of the argument so you “noped” your way out of the situation.

You weren’t even finished with this day but you were already so drained at this point. Your body was still sore and you don’t know how you were able to run twice this day.

Adrenaline does work wonders.

You stopped before entering the cafeteria, trying to catch your breath. When you were composed, instead of going to your friends’ table, you opt to buy your meal first. You’d rather have something to eat while you and your friends get into a long conversation about what happened to you.

You’re a very reserved person, you don’t go out much. You only ever go party when your friends are around and strictly during the weekends only. Your friends would sometimes call your life boring but you’d rather describe it as simple. So when something remotely interesting happens to you, they jump on it. They genuinely want you to enjoy your college life, especially since when you start your professional lives, all of you were going to be so damn busy.

As you took a seat on your table, your friends stare at you, waiting for you to start talking. You chuckled at how cute they all look. All wide-eyed. All leaning towards you. You felt like a teacher reading a story for toddlers. You take a deep breath and begin to tell them what happened. Now that they’ve seen you talk to Jongdae, you can’t really lie about Baekhyun anymore so you just tell them the story truthfully up until your talk with him in the janitor’s closet.

What you fabricated though, was when Mr. Kim saw both of you. You played it off as some grumpy old professor saw this and reprimanded you both. You were to talk to this professor after class.

“So how was it with Baekhyun?!” Joohyun blurts.

You turn red again. “It was amazing. And he has really pretty hands,” you say. “I’m definitely up for a second time” you jokingly added. But for real though, you wanted it to happen again. But you don’t tell your friends that.

“Ooh is this the Y/N we all know? Getting laid on a weekday, on the first day of classes... What happened to ‘weekdays are for studying’?” Seulgi said.

“It was a one time thing! I’m definitely not doing it again on a weekday. 3/10, would not recommend. The sex was 15/10 though.” Your friends laughed loudly at what you said. Of course the conversation wouldn’t end without you exaggerating at least once.

The rest of the classes you had went by fairly quick. The next thing you know, you were walking towards Mr. Kim’s office. Your heart was beating so loud. You don’t get into trouble. Ever. What happened earlier and how Mr. Kim reacted definitely screams “You’re in trouble, young lady.”

With a knock, you enter Mr. Kim’s office. He looks up from the papers he was reading and motions you to sit. You did as you were told.

“It’s not what if looks like, Mr. Kim,” you started. “We were just talking about something private.”

He raises his brow in question. He obviously doesn’t believe you. “Y/N I’m not dumb, you know.”

“But it’s true,” you whined.

Mr. Kim abruptly stands up and goes over to your side. He leans in and whispers in your ear “Do you really have to do it inside the campus? You can’t just wait to be fucked, huh?” His voice dropped an octave lower. He sounded so sexy, it sent tingles on your nether regions.

He looks at you in the eye, you can see lust. You gulped. He slips his hand under your skirt, he never breaks the eye contact, his hands rubbing your core through your panties. “I can feel your wetness, Y/N.”

“You look so pretty squirming like this.” He says.

Without warning, he moves your panties to the side and inserts a single finger in you. You moan instinctively. “You’re so naughty. Getting fingered by your professor in his office. Such a bad girl.” He tsks.

“Please...”

“Please what?”

“Please give me more, Junmyeon...”

He pulls out his finger. “Is that what you’re supposed to call me?”

You whimper. “Daddy, please give me more.”

His eyes grew darker at that. He leans in and starts kissing your neck while inserting two fingers in you. You moan at the sensation. It felt so good. His fingers felt so good.

Junmyeon hates the fact that someone marked you. Filled with jealousy, he starts marking the other side of your neck. He pulls out his fingers again and lifts your sweater. He unclasps your bra and lets it fall on the floor. He scans your body. You were half naked in front of him. Your eyes begging him to do something, anything. He kisses you this time. You don’t dare to fight him for dominance. He grabs your chin and breaks off the kiss, he shows you the fingers he used on you. “Suck” he orders. You do as you’re told. You suck his fingers while you looked him in the eyes. This gets him harder. He removes his fingers from your mouth, capturing your lips in a heated kiss again. He squeezes your breasts and pinches your nipples. He kisses your neck and then your breasts. He sucks on your right nipple while his other hands continue to carress your left boob.

You touch his hair and arch your back. He backs off. “You do not get to touch.” You nod in understanding. He then leaves a mark on your chest. Just a few inches about your nipples. He proceeds to remove your panties and lifts your skirt. Without warning, he slips his tongue to your core. “Fuck, you taste so sweet baby girl.” You let out a moan. He continues to eat you out while he inserts his fingers to your pussy again. You were so close. He can feel your cunt clenching.

All of a sudden, he detaches himself to you. You whine. “You don’t get to cum. You’ve been a naughty girl. Bad girls need to be punished.” You were shocked and frustrated. You were so close!

He then removes pants and shows you his cock. Knowing what he wants, you kneel in front of him. “Put that dirty little mouth of yours to work.” He says. You start licking the sides of his shaft. “Don’t tease,” he growls. You take him in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you bob your head up and down. You squeeze his balls and he moans out your name. “You feel so good, baby girl.” He grabs your hair and fucks your throat. You were choking on his dick but you didn’t care. You loved it. You love how rough he was being. Seeing you on your knees, getting fucked on your mouth with tears in your eyes drove him mad. He thrusts in your mouth a few more times and he cums. You swallow everything. He stares at you in awe. You looked thoroughly fucked.

He picks up your clothes and gives them back to you except your panties. “I’ll take these.” He says while he shows you your panties. You dress up immediately.

He sits on his table. “So Jongdae, huh?”

It took you a minute to respond. One minute he was eating you out and fucking your throat, the next, he’s talking about another man. “No, Mr. Kim. It wasn’t Jongdae.”

He gives you a questioning look.

“It was Baekhyun.”

His initial reaction was shock and then he turns jealous and then he grows irritated. Fucking Baekhyun.

[slut-for-fandoms]

Bad, bad girl || KNJ x reader

Pairings: Kim Namjoon x reader

Word count: 1k

Warnings: smut

A/N: I'm reposting this as tumblr did it dirty before not showing it on the tags ;( I hope you guys will like it ^^ I was thinking of part 2 but still not sure. What would you like? ;) 

Do you remember those times back in time when you were a kid and doing anything to provoke the elderly around you just to see their reaction? Misbehaving although they were begging you to listen? Being bratty just because you know they will not punish you in a public place or in front of their friends?

Well, this was my exact behavior that led me to being thrown up against a wall in the toilet of a fancy restaurant.

‘I am honestly, fed up with your bratty attitude, baby doll ’, the man in front me pushed me up harder so his evident bulge pressed against my throbbing core. I had my legs wrapped around his toned torso, hands clawing at his back to hold myself up, although his strong and half exposed arms were doing a just fine job, and my tongue fighting for dominance against his. My dress has been already slid up enough to expose my black tong I have picked up on purpose tonight, ‘You think teasing me all night in front of my friends will leave you unpunished, huh?’, I threw my head back and moaned as he squeezed my ass and pressed me harder onto him. A loud smack echoed into the small room.

‘I asked you something, baby girl! Answer!’ his right hand grabbed my jaw and forced me to look up to him. He was so gorgeous. His blond hair was messy due to my roaming hands, just the way I loved it. He was wearing a white shirt, with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows leaving his veiny and muscular hands on display.

‘You have been looking like a whole fucking meal the whole night. How come I am the one being guilty for not being able to keep my hands to myself?’ I smirked up at him and took his thumb in my mouth sucking on it without breaking an eye contact with the man in front of me.

‘Is that so?’ he chuckled and let me down back on my knees, ‘It seems I need to fuck this bratty attitude out of your mouth.’ he answered as soon as he saw my confused expression. He placed his hands on my shoulders and forced me down on my knees. I reached out to unzip his pants but he grabbed my hands and pinned them on the wall behind me. ‘Did I said you could touch me?’ there it goes this deep, raw voice of his and piercing look that always makes my panties wet.

‘No, daddy.’

He didn’t say anything just went to unzip his pants in probably the slowest rhythm possible but I kept still. If I opened my mouth one more time, I wouldn’t be getting anything and I have been on the edge all night so… no risking it. Namjoon got his dick out and dragged his hand up and down while looking at me. The hot sight in front me had me drooling. My knees were starting to hurt, my core throbbing, my panties already ruined due to the arousal. I wanted him. I fucking needed him.

‘Now baby girl, tell me how much you have wanted this cock of mine.’

‘So bad, daddy. I have been wanting to taste you all night, just since I saw you dressed so fancily. Please daddy, let me please you.’ I looked up at him with innocent eyes, ‘Use me daddy, use my mouth and fuck me as you like’

‘How could I say no to my baby when she’s asking me so nicely’, even though his words and tone were nice, his actions definitely weren’t. Grabbing my hair in a ponytail in split seconds he shoved his dick in my mouth. I did my best not to touch him no matter how hard I wanted to dig my fingers in his tights to keep steady and feel him more. He started a brutal pace assaulting my throat but I just loved it. His moans filled the room and I could sense my juices slowly slipping down my thighs.

‘Fuck baby!’ he groaned out loud, ‘Just like that, your mouth is taking me so so good.’, my knees were already forming bruises and tears running down my face but oh god he loved that view. I choked several times around his big cock which made him go closer to the edge, ‘Look at you, choking and drooling while I have my way with you. (Y/N), you are such a mess because of me baby girl.’ moaning louder and louder his movements became sloppier, ‘show them who makes you like this, show them who’s your daddy!’ his dirty talk was always doing something to me. Some more sloppy thrusts and he was coming in my mouth. I milked him out and swallowed everything and then opened my mouth.

‘You are such a bad, bad girl, darling. Always wanting daddy to put you in place. Am I right?’ he crouched in front of me and run his thump along my lower lip, ‘Now get up baby, we still have a dinner to attend. I don’t want the boys to wonder where we went.’

‘But-’, I moaned disappointedly

‘Oh, did you thought I will fuck you up here?’ he laughed, ‘’No, no darling. Bad girls don’t get what they want. This was part of your punishment for misbehaving this night. The rest will wait once we back home, sweetheart.’ He helped me stood up and then gave me one of those scary yet lustful looks, ‘Then, I will make sure you won’t be able to walk for days and forget about this disrespectful bratty behavior.’ smirking he left me alone in the toilet. I looked up at the mirror. My dress was up to my waist, my panties ruined, my lipstick smudged all over and my make up almost ruined due to the tears. I was a mess. His mess. And he was going to ruin me once we get home.

Can’t say I wasn’t excited for what was gonna come next, knowing my daddy really knows the ways to deal with bad, bad girls like me.

[konlyfans]

Fine Line

pairing: jeno, jaemin, female reader

genre: angst

summary: your long time crush and friend finds out you like him and his reaction is a bit unexpected, but luckily your other bestie has your back. this will for sure become a series.

“Do you really think this is a good idea?”

“No, and that’s why you’re going with me,” you declare as you shove your bag into the hatch of your suv. Your best friend, Jeno, leans against the car with his arms crossed and a skeptical look on his face. “What was I supposed to say?”

“You fake a reason not to go and save yourself the heartache,” he groans, dropping his head back in frustration at the pain the camping trip will most definitely bring you. You know he’s right, the moment Jaemin said he wanted to bring his new girlfriend you should have found any reason at all to bail. But this was your annual camping trip that you took with all your friends, there was no way you could miss it. Sure, you’ve been hiding an unrequited crush from Jaemin for almost three years at this point and watching him be cute with his girlfriend in the wilderness is going to hurt like hell, but oh well.

“Just stay with me,” you pout, grabbing hold of his arm and squeezing.

“At least you were smart enough to take your own car,” he praises, rolling his eyes.

“I’m not a complete idiot, a getaway might be necessary.”

But you are a complete idiot, you realize as soon as you pull up to the campsite. All the fun of singing and laughing on the drive up with Jeno is quickly drowned out by the giggles of lovebirds as they chase each other around the campsite. Apparently, you’re later told, they had arrived early to set up their tent and go for a quick hike alone. In all there are eight of you; You and Jeno, Jaemin and Rose, Mark, Yuta, Renjun, and Haechan. You and Jeno are the last to arrive, and a few of the boys visibly tense as they watch you stop next to your car and give Jeno a look as if to say make them stop.

“Y/n! It’s about time you guys showed up,” Jaemin laughs. He takes Rose by the hand as she timidly stands behind his shoulder and watches you close. Meeting the bestie officially is a huge deal. “Rose, this is Y/n, and you remember Jeno...”

“Yeah,” she nods with a warm smile as she reaches to take your hand. Fuck, she’s stunning, even dressed down in camping gear with her hair up in a ponytail she’s a heartthrob. “It’s amazing to finally meet you, I thought I’d be alone with the boys this weekend.”

“It’s nice to meet you too,” you lie, faking a grin warm enough to match hers, “you’re just as pretty as he told me you were.” You’re instantly washed in insecurities and Jeno is quick to break up the awkward scene by telling you this year he’ll supervise you putting the tent up.

And that’s pretty much how the rest of the day goes, Jeno takes on the job of keeping you happily distracted from the romance in front of you by dragging you away for short hikes, photo opts and anything else he can think of. It’s working pretty well actually, until everyone settles around the fire after dark. After quite a few drinks you notice Jaemin getting a bit bold with his hands as he and Rose kiss by the fire. You can’t ignore it or make any excuse to walk into the dark woods around you to escape, though you’d risk a walk in the dark to escape this. Jeno places a gentle hand on your knee and tries to engage you in conversation, but the liquor in your veins has a new plan.

“Let’s leave in the morning,” you whisper, “before everyone else gets up.”

“Sweetheart, it’s going to be okay,” he whispers back. You look like you want to cry, he can see it, and he quickly caves. “But if you want to go we can go, I’ll wake you up early and I’ll drive.” You nod, fighting down drunken tears when you hear Jaemin from across the fire.

“You guys are leaving? What’s wrong?” You avoid even looking across the flames at him as Jeno loops an arm around your shoulders and lets you tuck yourself away against his side.

“She’s not feeling too well,” he answers for you, “I actually think I’m gonna put her to bed...”

“Y/n, what’s wrong?” Jaemin asks you again, so sternly it makes you flinch. When your only answer is to look up at Jeno before gulping down the rest of the beer in your cup, Jaemin quickly begins untangling himself from Rose to come and talk to you directly.

“Babe-” Rose tries to stop him and pull him back to his seat, knowing full well what’s going on in your head, but he’s having none of it. Of course she knows, she may not be your friend, but she’s a woman just like you.

“No, I wanna know,” he demands, now standing and pointing an angry finger at the two of you. “You and Jeno have been passing secrets and stuff all day... I thought we were all friends. What aren’t you telling me?”

“Jaemin, don’t do this,” Jeno warns, his arm going tighter around your shoulders. Renjun mumbles a similar echo of a warning, but it doesn’t help.

“No, you two are supposed to be my closest friends and I’ve felt left out all day. Like, seriously? I get into a relationship and you guys vote me off the island?” He’s getting really upset, a product of the liquor for sure, and you feel your heart leap as you make brief eye contact with Rose. Her heart is already aching for you and what about to come, but she can’t stop it.

“Can someone spare him the drama and just say it,” Haechan offers suddenly. Upon being met with pairs of eyes just looking at him, each pair holding a different emotion ranging from fear to defeat, he decides to spill the beans himself. “You broke her heart, stupid. Anyone with half a brain knows she’s crazy about you.”

There it is, your confession, burning in the night like the fire before you. Jaemin’s anger seems to dissipate only slightly as he fumbles for a moment before going to sit back down next to Rose. He looks at her, noting the awkwardness in her gaze and choosing to protect her, not you or your friendship. She’s his girlfriend, after all.

“Well it’s a little late for that now,” he says coldly, more to Rose than any of you. You can feel your heart drop as you let out a shaky sigh and the first of many tears begins to roll down your already flushed cheeks. It’s that easy for him?

“We’ll be gone before you guys wake up,” Jeno practically growls, and you aren’t sure exactly who he’s mad at. He helps you to your tent, tucking you in and letting you cry on his chest until you finally fall asleep from sheer exhaustion. True to his word, even despite the lack of sleep, he’s up before the sun and packing all your things to get you as far away from this awful memory as he can. He’s almost done, all he has to do is get you in the car and break down the tent, when Jaemin slips from his tent to meet him.

“Why wouldn’t you tell me,” he asks Jeno, who buzzes right past him. They have no idea you’re awake, but Jeno’s less-than-graceful packing woke you a while ago, you just didn’t open your eyes.

“I think you can kind of guess why we didn’t tell you,” he grumbles.

“But now I look like an asshole-”

“No, you didn’t look like an ass until you made that little comment about it being too late,” Jeno mumbles.

“Well it is!”

“But you didn’t have to fucking say it, and you damn sure didn’t have to be so mean about how you said it,” Jeno snaps, a little too loud for the early morning. “I know you saw the look on her face and you knowingly made it worse!”

“I didn’t mean- I was just irritated that-”

“That what? That you were the last to know? Sure, maybe she didn’t hand you a formal invitation but you were really the only person that couldn’t see it. But she was also worried about messing up the friendship, so she kept it to herself. And then you had to go and be the worlds fattest dick, and right in front of your girlfriend.” Jaemin is stunned into silence as a sick feeling creeps into his gut. He’s really done more damage than he realizes. You decide to put an end to this back and forth, and slowly sneak our from your hiding spot. “I hope she never talks to you again.”

“That’s not fair!”

“Can we go,” you interrupt quietly. Both men turn to see you standing in front of the tent, shivering in your sleepwear with a blanket hugged around your body. You begin shuffling into the passengers seat, nearly missing the way Jaemin moves to go near you and Jeno pushes him back.

“Go back to your tent,” Jeno orders, “I’m sure we’ve woken your girlfriend by now. Just let me get Y/n home, she’s hurt enough.”

“We heard her sobbing all night,” Jaemin retorts, taking a step away and shaking his head. He steals one last look at you, curled up and trying to fall back asleep, then leaves. Jeno’s not at all gentle with tossing the tent in the back of the car, he doesn’t even attempt to break it down completely, then proceeds to drive you home. You doze back off shortly after the car starts rolling.

-

“You can still be friends with him, if you want.” Jeno jumps in the drivers seat and makes a small noise of surprise when you speak without warning.

“Fucking hell, I thought you were still asleep,” he sighs. He feels a bit of pride in his heart when he hears you giggle softly after yawning an apology. “I’m not sure I want to be his friend right now, but eventually I think things can even out. Don’t you?”

“No, I don’t.” You shift slightly in your seat and fix your eyes on the land outside the windshield. “I always knew it would suck when he finally found out, because he clearly doesn’t feel the same, but fuck... I never in a million years thought he’d be so rude about it.”

“I know what you mean,” Jeno agrees. “So it’s just you and me for now.”

“Well... One of us should still be his friend right? And it’s not going to be me, so it should be you. He’s probably not happy about us being mad at him and leaving.” You can’t help but want to protect Jaemin, even now.

“I think he made it clear last night that he picks Rose. You don’t have to be the bigger person about it, he never deserved you anyway.” You zero in on how his grip on the steering wheel tightens. “We can let the whole thing cool off for a while, he doesn’t need me.”

“What do you mean he never deserved me?”

“Just... Nothing.” His grip doesn’t get any looser. You sit up, turning the music down and he groans.

“No, tell me.”

“You just... There are plenty of guys that want you, that want to treat you well. He’s not the guy you think. You need someone that can be there for you, support you... Someone that can listen to you without losing focus and knows how you react to things. Like when you haven’t had enough sleep and everything makes you get teary eyed. Or when you’ve had too much coffee and you think faster than you can talk, and I have to tell you to slow down. Or when you get so excited to get to the fourth step in a plan that you don’t think about the first, second or third. I always remind you that you need to start before you can finish.”

There’s a long pause, with no noise but the low music drifting past the speakers. Jeno sighs, and you feel a weird knot form in your belly.

“Jeno...”

“Don’t. I know you have feelings for him, and he just broke your heart. I didn’t mean to say all of that-“

“Do you like me?”

“I... Well... Yes, I do, but you don’t have to acknowledge it because you’re in a weird place right now.” You watch the muscles in his jaw tense and release, but he refuses to look at you. You, on the other hand, can’t take your eyes off him. “You’re going to stare a hole through my head.”

“We don’t have to address this now, but we will, okay? Just not right now.”

And it’s that easy. You turn the music back up, indulge in some car karaoke, and act like it never happened. But it did, and it’s on your mind long after you get home.