#idk cause I immediately stopped watching it

[enobariasteeth]

just remembered this Kdrama I watched that was REALLY good until the second to last episode where the main couple finally kissed AND THEN SHE BROKE UP WITH HIM!! IMMEDIATELY!!! AFTER THIRSTING OVER HIM THE ENTIRE SHOW!!!

[be-good-to-bugs]

i wish i had the time and energy to draw more hhhh

[imsilay]

LETHAL

NSFW! mdni, cw: possessive behavior, somnophilia, drugging, stalker!König, obsessive König (idk lmk if i forget anything)

word count: 1.5k

summary: he was picky and he picked you.

next chapter here

art cr: Tava_tavatic on twt

You were doing the dishes as he was watching you from the apartment building next door which had a wonderful view of your bedroom and kitchen. He had seen enough to know many things about you and your life. You left your house at 10 AM every day and returned at 8 PM. You were a homebody, never wanting to leave your home aside from work and you only had your cat for company. You lived alone in a nice house and didn't often have friends over. He couldn't see any guys when your friends came by, meaning you were single, perfect.

He could even hear the music you were playing while doing the dishes. Your delicious-looking lips moved in time with the song, mumbling the lyrics. He couldn't tear his eyes off your lips. Focusing on them and imagining how they would taste. Perhaps blackberry? He had seen the lip balm you bought a few days before when you complained about how dry your lips were in the winter. Would you let him taste it and find out? Would you even look at him after discovering what he did?

His thoughts were cut off when you finished cleaning the dishes and embraced your cat, it was bed time. His gaze was glued on your back as you left the kitchen and disappeared into your living room, and then reappeared in your bedroom. He knew every part of your house. His heart raced when you put the cat down on your bed and then began removing your shirt revealing the curves of your body and the black bra he was stupidly fond of. He moved closer to the window without realizing it. Crossing his arms to stop the aching feeling to touch your smooth skin, his fingers dug into his arms when you finally tossed the shirt somewhere in your room, probably onto the chair, and then threw yourself onto your mattress.

Yawning and getting comfortable with your cat, it purred and get its place next to you. He wishes it was him… Curling next to you falling asleep with the warmth of your body. But it was impossible, cause he was just your sweet neighbor that you only had small chats, cause he was fucking massive and probably would take the majority of the space of your bed. You eventually fell asleep, he checked his watch. Just in time.

Well maybe it wasn’t that impossible…

He continued his observation for a few more minutes but he was unable to contain himself anymore. He had to be with you. He had to feel you, your body, your hair, the curve of your waist and hips. He wanted to touch your lips, but he was afraid that if he kissed you he would just get lost into them and fuck you there.

He shook his head and pulled himself out of his thoughts before they got dirtier. He grabbed the keys of his and your house and made his way to your apartment. After entering your home and closing the door behind himself, he took his sweet time to breathe in the smell. It was full of you, it made his head spin and heart race. This was his first time coming into your house when you’re there. You were so introverted and had barely any friends. You were living happily in your small world, that was until he came.

The man was over two meters and had on a strange looking mask. He immediately drew your attention because he just looked like some game characters you played. At first he was distant, cold. His icy-blue eyes were intimidating but somehow inviting. You were the first to start the conversation with him, asking about his work. You two became closer with time but it was never too friendly. He was just some neighbor you knew. But he wanted more. Much more.

So after many months of observation and gaining a lot of information about you, he managed to copy your keys. He would come into your house and feed your cat with treats making his presence known and loved. Unfortunately just with your cat. But now his dreams were coming true. He had given you some homemade cookies. And poor you accepted them without any suspicion and now you were on your bed, in a deep sleep, as he walked into your room. Your cat immediately noticed him.

But he was too mesmerized by your sleeping form on the bed that he was frozen in his place. The cat meowed loudly, drawing his attention to it, he gave it some treats he brought with him. Everything was planned. When the cat was out of the room and the door of your bedroom was locked, he walked to your bed. He was finally here. Right next to you as you slept beautifully. He swallowed thickly and sat on the bed. The bed made a squeaking noise with his weight.

You looked even more pretty this close. His gaze lingered on your face; his breath hitched when his gaze stopped on your lips. He reached out a hand and brushed the strands of hair off your face. He was so nervous that his hands were shaking when he touched your hair. It was as soft as he imagined it would be. He tucked your hair behind your ear; his fingers lingered on your jaw before stopping on your chin and tilting your head up just a little, just so he could see your face better. Your lips parted and a soft sigh escaped from your lips when he did; his heart skipped a beat.

You continued to sleep, without noticing the man's touch on your face, thanks to the cookies. His thumb caressed your lips. He closed his eyes for a moment and bit his lower lip. He was holding the urge to give into his feelings, to give in to his desires and take you just then, in that moment. But he had to be patient. He wanted your first time together to be special, like you deserved. But it was turning him on so much to see you in that vulnerable state. He just wanted to tore of your bra and see what’s underneath. Then move to your sleeping shorts and take them off along with your panties so he could eat you out until you cum or wake up. He wondered what your expression would look like.

But still… it was just his fantasies. It caused him pain physically. “Scheiße, Maus.” he mumbled with a sigh. He took of his mask with his still trembling hands and put it on your nightstand, then took of his boots placing them on the floor next to your bed. He was ready to curl up with you. He climbed next to you, close. So close that you felt his breath on your face. His heart was beating like crazy now. His hands found your waist. “Gott.” he hissed when he felt how soft your skin was. His arms snaked around your waist and drew you close until your body fit perfectly with his, lips only centimeters apart. “Mine.” he growled. He felt like he was going to have a heart attack because the proximity of your body. Your body was almost disappeared inside his arms. It only made him want to protect and posses you.

His fingers caressed your skin as he watched your face closely. To memorize everything about you. He even tried to count your eyelashes. It was stupid but he was just too lost in your beauty. One of his hands found yours and put it on his face. Like you was caressing his cheek. It was pathetic but he was too desperate for your affection. He left your hand on his cheek and his hand found your back. His fingers tracing up and down on your spine then eventually stopped on the clasp of your bra. “Nein, not now.” he scolded himself with his eyes frowned. His gaze found your lips again and softened. He wanted- no he craved to kiss you. Your lips looked delicious.

He swallowed and closed his eyes promising himself that he would stop after a taste. When he opened his eyes, he was determined to contain himself; to show restraint. So, his hand was on your chin again, tilting your head up to meet his lips. When his lips brushed against yours, he took in a sharp breath; like someone just hit him with a bat, kissing you felt like it. His hand on your waist pulled you closer, as close as he could. His kiss started slowly, with all of his love and affection; with all of his feelings. But the craving... the craving only grew. His whole body shook as he stole your breath. The determination of containing himself was no where to be found with his morals. He moaned into your mouth and his cock throbbed. His hands traveled down and big palms covered your hips. The kiss was sloppy and hungrier now. He was too lost into heaven. You were his heaven.

a/n: please support me by reblogging, if you liked the content ofc<3

Stalker König has a special place in my heart. this is definitely my favorite work. also i post everyday -sometimes 2 posts in a day- so if you follow me i won’t disappoint ;)

i’m so sleepless so i’m just gonna post this and post the rest tomorrow.

[pshaven]

hi !! can I request afab reader putting medicine on jake’s cold sore in the practice room and the members teasing him about it? reader is bending down holding his chin and he hugs her waist while still sitting 🤭 you can start it however you’d like~

thank you! <3

THIS IS SOOCCUTEE idk if u wanted this nsfw but ill make it suggestive for you hehe<33

jake running around the practice room while squealing like a little girl was the last thing you expected to see when you opened the door to surprise him and the rest of the members.

“jake! please, sit still!” heeseung complains, already sounding exasperated like they’ve been at this for over an hour (it’s definitely been only fifteen minutes). jake is practically wailing, eyes squeezed shut as he runs in circles, all the members just laying and sitting on the floor as they watch him.

“y/n? hey! what’re you doing here?” sunghoon greets, purposefully raising his voice a bit louder so that jake could hear, stopping his temper tantrum at immediate effect. he stops in his tracks, eyes wide open as his head snaps towards the door to find you.

“y/n! please help me! these monsters are torturing me," he pouts exaggeratedly, arms wide open for a hug as he runs at you. ever the dramatic, and you've hung out long with jake enough to know that he's talking about his ulcers. "awwe," you coo at him, ruffling his hair like a puppy as he engulfs you in a hug.

"please do something about him, y/n. he won't let us put the medication on," jay sighs, swiping through his phone as he's more than done with jake's dramatic antics. you tilt your head curiously, having to push jake away from you before you walk over to the designated chair that was meant for jake to sit on in the first place.

you shrug, "i don't know exactly how i could help? i don't know how to put the medicine on him," you say, but the staff is desperate to get jake to stay still so they do their best to show you how to do it. you're still a bit unsure, not wanting to accidentally hurt jake (despite the fact it's going to hurt either way), so you ask the staff if maybe your presence is enough to let jake sit still.

"noooo, want y/n to do it," jake frowns, lower lip pouting out, causing you to roll your eyes at his childishness. "quit acting like such a baby, now sit," you point to the chair in front of you, and jake grins like he's got what he wanted.

"yes ma'am!" he plops down on the chair, manspreading so there's space for you between his thighs. you sigh, taking the tube from the staff before turning back to the boy in front of you. "do i need to tie your hands back or something?" you ask jokingly when you notice his fingers twitching a bit, but his eyes widen slightly and you don't miss it.

"uh- no? no! i can just, umm..." jake looks around helplessly until the idea of grabbing onto your thighs to help him resist from jumping up in his seat comes to his mind. "nope, got my own restraint right here!" he gives you a boyish grin before both his hands wrap around your thighs, giving them a slight squeeze that you hope only you can notice and not the other members and staff around you.

you furrow your brows together, giving him your best behave stare, but he only closes his eyes and opens his mouth slightly for you. to get him back, you decide to tease him a bit. your freehand grabs onto his bottom jaw harshly, forcing his mouth more open and his eyes blink open in surprise at your sudden action.

the fact that you look like you're staring more at his lips rather than the mouth sore is getting him more worked up and distracted than he anticipated, the hands on your thighs squeezing tighter and you begin to feel his fingernails pressing.

you slowly spray the medicine onto his mouth sore, holding his jaw tight so he can't budge or move away, and even though jake winces a bit through it, followed by some whines that made your stomach swirl a bit and your head woozy, the staff and members all cheered around the two of you.

"oh thank god, y/n you are our savior!" heeseung exclaims, standing up from the floor and giving you a quick hug to express his gratitude. "but i think jake has another problem you might need to fix..." he whispers in your ear, and when he pulls away he tilts his head towards jake's lap -- he popped a boner.

perhaps jake liked pain more than he led on, and maybe you'll just have to indulge with him later.

[abswife]

modern gf! ellie headcanons

i'm in love with this woman so this is what she'd be like as your girlfriend <3

nsfw at the bottom mdni

you'd meet her at a vintage thrift store

you'd be there with a couple of your friends and one of them would be like "omg check out the hottie over there"

and you look over and it's ellie looking gooood

then she'd like trip over the carpet or some shit, looking like a dumbass and your friends would immediately lose interest

but not you

you'd be like hot and awkward??

hell yeah

i am a loser ellie truther i won't be stopped

ESPECIALLY modern ellie

like ellie without all of her trauma would be a total goofball lets be fr

so anyway, you'd find a way to talk to her

and you end up securing those digits

you guys would go on a couple dates and start hanging out a lot

you kept waiting for her to ask you to be her girlfriend but it just wasn't happening

so, you took it upon yourself

once you guys are official, she can be much more suave

however, she's still a goober

she would work at a comic book store

and even though she has tons of comics readily available to her, she still owns a like a whole plastic tub of them

wouldn't even put them on a bookshelf, just keeps them in a plastic tub

she DEFINITELY is still a space nerd

maybe she's a student studying astronomy or something

her idea of a date is watching a movie at home and eating ramen noodles lmao

idk why but i feel like when she's at home she just refuses to wear a shirt

like she is just constantly walking around in her sports bra

she also ABSOLUTELY owns a pair of dinosaur boxers and they are her favorite

her favorite pet names for you are babe and pretty girl

and probably like "my little crunchwrap supreme"

she's the type of girlfriend that would do stupid shit to impress you

like she'd try to jump over a trashcan or something in public and totally eat shit

absolutely oblivious to how hot she is

like girls will stare at her in public and when you get huffy about it she's like "??? what are you talking about?"

nsfw

she is usually a top but will bottom if you ask nicely

despite her awkward and silly personality, in the bedroom she's actually very confident and sexy

though she still likes to mess around and have fun

a MUNCH

she could eat pussy all day it's her favorite activity

when she uses a strap she acts like it's her actual dick

she'd have you suck her off and she'd be moaning and groaning like she can feel it

when she bottoms she likes to be spanked oop-

however a little more hesitant to spank you cause she's like "but baaabe i don't want to hurt you :("

though it doesn't really take much convincing lol

she's got a high libido

bby likes to fuck at least every other day like she's a horny little monster

[sweetyluvs]

desperate ellie sex hcs when she gets back from soccer practice 😩

𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞/𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲 𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐡𝐜𝐬 🐱

warnings : SMUT, MDNI ; vaginal eating out, dirty talk, name callings, scissoring, finger fucking.. i don’t ever write smut so ignore how bad it it 😭not rlly hcs but whatever 🧍‍♀️I MADE IT SO SHE LOST A GAME CUZ IDK WHAT ELSE TO MAKE IT ABT. hope that’s okay<33

let’s just get it out of the way, that whenever ellie loses a game she’s angry or horny if not both.

breaks down the door when she comes home, her face so scrunched you are surprised the skin hasn’t torn.

is all grumpy and moody and upset, but eventually becomes clingy and desperate.

shoving her head in your neck and rutting her hips against your ass

turns you on from how desperate she is. a very rare occasion

“not now, ellie. I have to do my homework.” you defended, ignoring the pooling of your own pussy.

“fuck— please, baby. i need you.” she groaned, her hot breath fanning down your neck— and you gave in. pressing your lips to hers.

she devours you, her pleading whines becoming angry grunts when you two make it to your bedroom.

takes off her soccer uniform, throwing it angrily across the room before practically ripping off your clothes— nipping at your bare skin immediately

you whimper, the sudden feeling of her soft lips kissing your body never failing to make you feel crazy

ellie’s fingers drift down, fiddling with the hem of your panties before teasing you from the outside. her boney fingers lightly running over the underwear, your soaking cunt leaking through the fabric

whines and begs slipping from your mouth, pleas for her to touch you. but, she stops her touching, looking you dead in the eyes “what do you want? say it, use your words.” she demands, watching you so closely you could come just from her gaze. “please, ellie.. i want you to touch me.”

the satisfied smirk on her face made you want to punch her, but your desperation overtook your urges.

“where, baby? here? or…” she slides her hand from your boobs down to your cunt again, once again teasing

“here?” you whine at her words, nodding. “why are you nodding? i said to use your words.” she growled, her brows furrowing. “i wan’t you to touch my pussy, ellie.” you moaned out, enough to satisfy her.

She slowly slipped your undies off, watching as the wet material stuck to your cunt before sliding off completely. she moved herself down, proving her head between your thighs.

She kissed your puffy clit, causing an erotic moan to leap from your swollen lips. Ellie’s tongue worked its usual magic; sucking, kissing, rolling— your eyes began to water, the feeling of her inside you causing your build up to come much faster than usual

the way she moved had you crying like a little girl; red faced and sobbing, begging her to let you cum. “what do you want, again?”

“please, please ellie please let me cum. I’ll be good, i promise.”

“sluts usually don’t keep their promises.” the insult had your tummy flipping and cunt clenching, and of course ellie noticed. She took no time slipping her middle finger inside you, your walls sucking her in desperately.

lets just say, you’d came way more than you’d expected.

“ahh.. ellie.. i can’t.” you cried out, the feeling of her clit rubbing against yours had you choking on your spit, the way she gripped your thigh in such a controlling way.

“j-js’ shut it, ‘kay? f-fuck.” she grunted out, her hips increasing their pace. your hands gripped your pink sheets,

“yeah.. js like that. fuck, look at you, already about to cum again. what a fuckin’ whore.” ellie gritted out, watching as you shut your eyes.

your hips were cramping up, unable to keep up with ellie’s speedy pace— earning your name to be called.

“fucking move it— i.. fuck— move your hips.” she demanded, moving her grip on your thigh to grab your hip and harshly shove it forward— earning a moan from you both.

“o-oh, shit..”

your began to move your hips, clits rubbing together quickly.

“ellie.. els.. i’m gonna..”

she huffed, clenching her jaw. “go ahead, cum again you fucking slut.” her words put you over the edge, a cry leap from your throat as you came for the nth time that night, legs trembling as ellie continued to rub herself against you.

her moans and grunts became more high pitched, her brows furrowing and grip tightening.

“fuckin’.. fuck, oh shit, oh shit..” she groaned out, her lips hitching their movements temporarily as she met her own orgasm. you moved your hips with her, trying to assist her.

she released her grip on you upon her finish, panting in sync with you.

“fuck.”

you bent over, kissing her cheek softly. she didn’t look at you, clearly still upset about her loss. You had an idea, removing your legs from the entanglement of your sex to get off the bed, ignoring her eyes trailing on you.

“what are you doing?”

“you’ll see.” you replied, going to the bathroom and pulling out a drawer. you closed the door, putting on the secret lingerie you’d bought for a secret.

after a while you walked out, suddenly feeling small under ellie’s intense gaze. her eyes scanned your body, hunger filling her eyes.

“I hope you have more in you for a few more rounds because that shit is coming right off.”

[imwetforyourmom]

request!!!

chris or matt fic where him and the reader had a good time last night and they wake up and like cuddle and just like super fluffy and she like makes breakfast for him idk it’s all over the place but you get it

sweet

warnings: lovey dovey, suggestive, kissing, swearing, literally just fluff, poc!reader friendly

a/n: nah cause when I read the request I actually kicked my feet and said “aww that’s so cutee!!” SO FUCKING LOUD.

a/n 2: even tho anon and I did not talk at all while I was making this, I felt like me and the anon that requested this were like besties, idk

~

“you’re too sweet to me”

he slowly opened his eyes, before shutting them closed almost immediately with a grunt. he wrapped his arms around y/n and pulled her further into his embrace, his eyes still squeezed tightly shut due to the overbearing rays of sun in his room.

y/n moved her face away from his chest some, her eyes opening slowly to look at the boy above her.

“hi” she murmured, her voice slightly raspy with sleep.

chris kept one eye shut with a squint and his other eye opened to look at y/n, a small smile forming on his face.

“hi baby” he used his grip around her to push her face back into his chest, but closer to his neck.

breathing in, y/n wrapped her arms around chris’ bare torso and pulled one of her legs up to rest on his waist, bringing them closer.

“you were amazing last night” chris mumbled into her hair, his eyes closed now. he traced small shapes and patterns on y/ns back.

“thanks, you were okay too I guess.” y/n joked, chris scoffed in return, “well fine then, guess ill go fuck myself.”

y/n bursted into a fit of giggles, chris joining along with her.

“im joking!” she said, sighing as she stopped giggling, a contentness washed over her.

“you were amazing too” she kissed a small peck on his collarbone, before nuzzling her face further into his neck.

y/n could never ask for something as good as this, laying peacefully in her boyfriends arms while they cuddled after a long night. the warm rays of sun beaming in through the window only enchanting the moment, she wouldnt want anything any other way.

chris ran his hand through y/ns hair, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips, she was so perfect, in any and every way.

“you’re so perfect.” he praised, his voice quiet but still loud enough to be heard from y/n.

a small smile also tugged at her lips, “thanks chrissy.”

without warning, she flipped them over, straddling chris’ waist, thank god she was wearing panties or this morning would end in a totally different way.

chris slowly opened his eyes, a small sense of confusion on his face at her sudden actions. he held her hips gently, rubbing small circles on them comfortingly.

he looked into her eyes, a stupid grin on his face, causing y/n to have a stupid grin on her face aswell.

after a few moments of just staring at eachother, soaking in eachothers beauty, she leant down and pressed a quick peck to chris’ lips before pulling off him fully, jumping to the floor and grabbing his t-shirt from last night to slip it on.

“im gonna make breakfest, are you going to come up with me now or in a little bit?” she asked, walking over to his closet and grabbing a pair of her shorts to slip them on as well, theres no way she’d walk upstairs in an oversized shirt with only panties on underneath.

“ill come up in a sec.” he smiled at her, waving his hands off to shoo her off.

she nodded and left the room, closing the door behind herself—hiding a slight limp from him, only to not boost his ego.

~

y/n stood at the oven, humming a song to herself while shifting the pan over the burner every few seconds, content with life.

living with her boyfriend and his triplet brothers in a happy home, cooking them breakfest on a warm and bright morning.

she slightly swayed her hips, feeling the music she was humming, until a hand wrapping around her waist stopped her movements.

“hi pretty girl” chris said, his chin propped on the top of her head as he watched the egg cooking aswell.

“hi!” she replied, though her voice way more enthusastic than it was in bed.

“whats got you all happy?” chris asked, his fingertips very slightly making movements to tickle her sides.

“dunno, im just happy today.” she murmured, flipping the egg sunny-side up.

“am I not allowed to be happy living with my boyfriend in a content home?” she asked sarcastically, leaning her head back to look at chris.

“I was just asking, sheesh.” he chuckled, pressing a quick peck to her cheek bone before unraveling his arms from her waist, hearing loud footsteps, signaling nick was coming in the kitchen, knowing his hatred for ‘PDA’.

nick cleared his throat, ridding of any of his leftover sleepiness “what’re you doing, y/n?” nick asked, coming around the corner and leaning against the counter, his eyes flicking between chris and her, seeing that chris was also leaning against a counter.

“making breakfest.” she murmured, her focus now returning back to the pan.

“for whom?” nick asked eagerly, he was starving and was not gonna pass up her cooking.

y/n tilted her head towards nick, a sly grin on her face. “why? you hungry?”

“well yes, thats why I asked.” nick raised his eyebrows, looking at y/n with a ‘duh’ look on his face.

“ok well, im making it for all three of you—if matt gets up anytime soon.” she looked back at the pan, her eyes trailing around the egg, waiting for it to be able to flip.

“I dont think matts getting up anytime soon. its ten o clock.” nick chuckled, leaving the kitchen to walk to the couch, plopping down onto it and turning on spongebob.

~

“okayyy guys, breakfest is ready!!” y/n said, taking the pan off the oven and putting the cooked eggs and bacon on the paper plates, a grin on her face, looking down at her work.

“thanks y/n.” nick got up from the couch going to the kitchen and grabbing his plate, giving y/n a side hug before going back to his spot on the couch.

chris leaned off the counter, walking over to y/n, he turned her around and wrapped his arms around her torso, pressing his face into her hair, inhaling the fruity scent of her shampoo.

y/n returned the hug, before looking up at chris, a small grin on her face a light pink blush to her cheeks.

chris looked down at her, a small smile on his face, he pressed a small kiss to the tip of her nose, mumbling “you’re so sweet to me.”

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[poisonedprose]

I humbly request trying on Ghost’s shirts and realizing that they’re too big- and then he comes home and fucks you in one ig, idk my brain is scrambled egg for this man

-⚕️

₊˚✧ XXL — in which ghost's shirts are good for sleeping and getting fucked in

simon 'ghost' riley x afab!reader

warnings: 0.7k words, smut, with help from my pookie @dizzyntrr, pet names (little doll), curse words, p in v, pwp, size kink, mirror sex, nipple play, clit play, light choking

masterlists

You looked in the full-length mirror, admiring how oversized Simon's shirt looked on you. You couldn't even see the white cotton of your underwear. It stopped just a little above your mid-thigh. Your clit throbbed at the mere sight of the large t-shirt, it was laughable how needy you were. 

You bunch the shirt around your waist, admiring your underwear and running your fingers gently over your covered cunt. It was a bad habit to tease yourself, you'd picked it up from Simon. You shuffled the underwear down your legs, stepping out of them gracefully. You looked at your naked bottom half in the mirror, arousal gushing out of your tight hole, wetting your thighs for proof.

Just as you were about to rub your aching clit, the door opened behind you, Simon walked in. You quickly unbunch the shirt, letting it fall back to your mid-thigh and kicking your underwear away from Simon's view. He starts grumbling about something before pausing when he realizes you are in his shirt. "Is that my shirt?" He asks almost with no detectable tone in his voice. If you didn't know any better, you'd think you were in trouble.

"Yeah, y'like?" You were still looking in the mirror. He walks up behind you, cupping your pussy. He chuckles as you gasp, your arousal coating his hand. "No underwear? Thought you knew better than this, lovie." You can't see it, but you know he's smirking under his skull mask. He pulls the shirt up above your tits. He takes one of your nipples in his pointer finger and thumb, rubbing gently. With his other hand, he rubs your clit, slow as slow can be.

You immediately melt into his touch. It was borderline terrifying how much power this man had over you. You wrap your hand around the wrist of the hand playing with your clit, trying to make him go faster. But all that does is make him go slower. You watch in the mirror, the teasing combined with the mirror was making you needier than ever before. 

Before you knew it, you were whining out a string of pleas and begs. "Please, Simon. I'll do anythin'. Need your pretty cock in me s'bad.." You pout, tears brimming your eyes as you beg. He was already growing hard just from the sight of you in his shirt but hearing you say that his cock was pretty. He was done for. 

He sits back on the bed, sitting you on his lap. Your clit brushes against the fabric of his pants causing you to whimper. "Be patient, yah?" He groans as he hurriedly pulls his cock out, not even bothering to pull his pants down. He puts his hand in front of your mouth and you don't need to be told what to do. You spit on his hand and he happily accepts it, bringing his hand to his stiff cock and jerking himself softly. He groans, eyes rolling back just a bit.

Once he feels like he lubricated himself enough, he's lining himself up with your entrance, poking you with his leaky tip. He ruts into you, you cry out with a whimper. "Keep your pretty mouth shut and watch." He grips your chin and forces you to look at yourself in the mirror. You clench around him at the sight, making him groan. "Of course you like this." He chuckles condescendingly, but you can't bring yourself to mind.

He holds the shirt up to your waist, keeping it from covering your cunt. You can't wait any longer. You start squirming in his lap, trying to get him to start fucking into you and of course, he gives his sweet angel what you want. He snaps his hips into the backside of your ass, thrusting into you. The pace is brutal and each thrust hit so deep you swore you could feel him in your stomach. 

"Such a small thing in my shirt, aren't ya? Makes ya look like my little doll." Simon groans in your ear, watching your dazed look as he pounds into you. His hand slides up your body, stopping at your neck. His grip was tight but he was careful not to hurt you. "Gonna fuck you in all my shirts from now on."

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[moviecritc]

after midnight ⋆ lestappen

pairing: lestappen x driver!reader

summary: charles doesn't want to accept that he has feelings for both of max and you

word count: 1.8K

warnings: making out, grope? (idk how to saying in english, but in spanish would be meter mano o manosear)

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part 1 | part 2

Max and Y/N had once again achieved a 1-2, it was the third consecutive race they had achieved this result.

Everyone was cheering their names, and then there was Charles. He had managed to finish third because George DNF'd on the last lap and he took his place in the race.

Charles had always felt a mixture of envy and admiration for the Red Bull duo.

Envy for their driving style and tactics to win all the races and admiration for their personalities. Max stood out simply for being himself, calculating and fierce both on and off the track, his blue eyes sent shivers down Charles' spine. Even more so when he saw him without the fireproofs.

Y/N was slighty warmer than him, but still he feared her, with a somewhat rebellious driving style, Y/N had won the championship last year and was fighting for her second. She was much more open than Max and she was the one who humanized the team, separating her person from her race number very well. Most of the time she was Y/N L/N, when she got into the car she was simply the 1. It was impossible not to fall in love with her, from the moment she joined the competition she had become the girl of the paddock, the representative of all women in motorsport, and she wore it with pride. She has collaborated to form the F1 Academy, has financed dozens of girls to make a place for themselves in the sport and now she was forming her own F1 Academy team with Rare Beauty as a collaborator. She was an ambitious, determined, and also beautiful woman, Charles had found it impossible to resist her.

The most surprising thing was how well Max and Y/N got along off the track, they lived relatively close in Monaco and there had been several times when they had been seen having dinner together. Most of the people said they only had common friends, a few said there was something more than friendship.

The chemistry was undeniable, Y/N brought out the best side of Max in interviews and Max knew how to stop Y/N when she talked too much.

Charles knew the podium was going to be uncomfortable, Max and Y/N celebrating their victories and pouring champagne on each other, and Charles just being there, knowing that neither of them cared at all about his P3.

Surprisingly, Y/N approached him and patted him on the shoulder as she congratulated him, but immediately Max once again drew all of Y/N's attention by soaking her with champagne. Charles drank from his bottle as he watched Max half-kneeling and Y/N pouring champagne from her bottle into his mouth.

That scene caused Charles a strange sensation. Seeing Max like that, slightly kneeling with his hair and suit dampened by a mixture of alcohol and sweat. Y/N with the glow of victory in her eyes and her suit adapting to the curves of her body.

There was something so sexual about that scene that it overwhelmed Charles. His attraction to Y/N he had assimilated, with just a couple of words he knew she would be the woman of his dreams. The problem was that when he was with Max that feeling doubled. The idea of ​​not being a spectator anymore and being with both of them made his heart race.

After finishing all the interviews, Y/N approached Charles. "Hey, we're going to get a drink, wanna come?"

Charles blinked. "Me?"

He pointed to himself, surprised by the invitation and interaction. In all those years he had hardly ever spoken to Y/N, except for business matters, which made her even more ethereal.

Y/N laughed in a natural way and brushed her hair away from her face. "Sure. Max and I usually have a drink with whoever comes third, and today it was you." By the way she said it, it seemed like it was already a routine. "So? Do you feel like it?"

"Uh, yes, yes. I'd love to," he nodded, perhaps a bit too eagerly.

"Great!" she said with a smile. Charles was impressed by her constant naturalness. "We'll get dressed up and then see you at the club."

Y/N gave him a squeeze on the shoulder and left the paddock with Max, who had been present throughout the conversation from a prudent distance.

At the after-party - for lack of a better term - there were many people from Red Bull, too many, and Charles felt like an intruder. He locked eyes with Y/N, who gestured to him as soon as she saw him. She was at a table almost in the center of the place with Max, some friends, and Lando Norris. That guy was always everywhere.

"Charles! Come here, come on. What do you want to drink?" exclaimed Y/N.

Charles approached, somewhat impressed by all of this. Y/N made room for him next to her and instead of fist-bumping, she gave him two kisses. Max, on the other hand, stretched his arm over Y/N to greet him and then left his arm around her shoulders, bringing her closer to his chest. Y/N didn't mind.

"P3, huh? That was very good," commented Max.

Y/N groaned immediately. "We always talk about races, let's talk about something interesting."

"Isn't Formula interesting?" Max spoke, tilting his head.

"Not with you," said Y/N.

They all laughed and Max made a face.

Y/N once again focused all her attention on Charles, he noticed how Y/N's heel was circling around his calf.

"What about your love life, Charlie?" she asked, without hesitation.

The nickname caught Charles off guard, and even more so the question. If she was asking, it was because she cared.

Max clicked his tongue, telling him he didn't have to answer.

How was Charles going to explain that every time he had felt some sexual desire it had been because of her and her teammate? "Boring," he ended up saying, with a slight frown.

"Oh, come on!" she exclaimed, almost disappointed. "How can it be boring? You're too handsome for your love life to be boring."

Charles lowered his gaze with a silly smile, noticing that Max hadn't stopped looking at him, as if he too were expectant of the answer.

"Don't listen to her, Charles. She rambles when she's drunk," commented Max, rolling his eyes a bit.

"And you get a thousand times more boring when you drink," Y/N gave Max a pat on the thigh, too close to the crotch for some to think.

Y/N drank from Max's gin and tonic and relaxed against his chest because no one was starting a conversation. She quickly got bored and looked at Max with a pout. "Will you dance with me?"

"No," he replied immediately.

"You asshole," Y/N wasted no time. "Charles?"

Charles looked up from his drink. "Huh?"

"Let's dance," she didn't even ask, she got up and pulled Charles' arm while flipping Max off before heading to the dance floor.

Charles knew she had only pulled him to dance to mess with Max, but that moment was like living a fever dream. The music hardly had any lyrics, it was pure beats on instruments. Y/N pressed her body against his in time with the music, so much so that sometimes it seemed like she was rubbing against him.

"You have beautiful eyes, Charlie," Y/N said, getting close to his ear so much that he could almost hear her saliva. She put an arm over his shoulder and kept dancing.

"Thank you," he replied, not knowing what else to say.

Their faces were getting closer and closer, while both could feel Max's gaze on them. When their noses brushed, it was Y/N who stopped, looking at him for a few seconds. She removed her arm from Charles's shoulder and bit her lip, as if she were nervous.

"Hold on, I have to talk to Max," she declared, before leaving the dance floor, leaving Charles stranded and confused.

He returned to the table, not knowing what had happened, but Max and YN were no longer sitting there. Lando pointed in the direction they had gone. He found them leaning against the door of what seemed to be a private room in the club; for a moment, he thought they were arguing because of the tone of their voices, but as he listened to the conversation, he began to feel chills.

"You like him too," Y/N insisted. "Deny it. Deny that it doesn't turn you on when you see him in the fireproofs."

"Damn, yes. But it doesn't matter, I've already told you he won't want to," Max grumbled, with a distressed expression.

"You don't know that," Y/N clenched her jaw.

"He's very uptight, and insecure."

Those two words echoed in Charles's head. Insecure… he knew he was, but he hadn't realized until now that other people might notice it.

"Max, I really want him," Y/N complained. "Just imagining him watching us fuck already turns me on, imagine with us in bed." She pressed herself against Max's chest, with a grimace.

Charles felt an instant satisfaction knowing that they also fantasized about him, at least he wasn't the only weird one. He thought about the possibilities of joining the conversation, or just letting them know he was there.

"Are you Charles Leclerc? Can we take a photo?"

Before Charles could react, Y/N and Max peeked their faces around the door, her with a little smile and him slightly nervous. It was an awkward moment while the fan took the photo, but when he left, both Max and Y/N were looking at him with crossed arms and feline eyes.

"How long have you been there?" Max questioned, raising his eyebrows. He thought his friendship with Charles was going to become quite awkward after that.

Charles didn't waste time. "I… I want to,"

Max and Y/N looked at each other, with a devilish smile.

"Really?" confirmed Max.

"Yes,"

Max didn't need anything else to pull him into the room and close the door behind them. Surprisingly, Charles and he were the first to kiss while Y/N watched them. Then Y/N attacked Charles's lips at the same time as Max left marks on his girlfriend's neck. Being in the middle of the two was too much for her; having so many hands on her made her messy. Eager for more, she pulled Charles's hand towards her inner thigh. He stopped at that exact moment.

A feeling of guilt, almost shame, overwhelmed him. The other two noticed it and stopped as well. "Is something wrong?" Y/N placed her hand on Charles's thigh, but that only made him stand up as soon as he felt the contact.

"I can't…" Charles didn't finish the sentence. "I better go."

[b1rds3ye]

hi !! ^_^

SO I SAW UR MASKED READER STUFF

so like this is gonna be a masked reader thing but

so reader always wears the mask, and like with 141 maybe johnny randomly asks for her to take it off, not expecting anything, and then they takes it off and HEHEHHEE :3

LIKE MODEL KINDA BEAUTY/ATTRACTIVENESS THAT CATCHES HIM OFF hehehhe

idk im like high idk if ur taking requests u can ignore this

HIHI IM SO GLAD PEOPLE ENJOYED MASKED READER CAUSE I GOT SO EXCITED WHEN THE IDEA POPPED INTO MY BRAIN SKDJSKDJS

Personally I don’t want to say “model attractiveness” because it can get a lil alienating for a lot of people but I know for a FACT that regardless of what you look like under the mask Johnny is down horrendously bad.

His curiosity has himself watching you when he thinks you’re not aware of his staring. Every sliver of skin that might have shown when your mask rides up your neck, to how the fabric of your mask hugs your feature. He doesn’t speculate per se, but he observes and anything he notices he drinks up like a man starved. Every contour and edge under your mask is something more about you that he’s falling in love with.

Johnny is inquisitive, he is direct, but he is never disrespectful. He may have joked about how you always wear your mask but he’s never pressured you and has accepted that a mission will probably take him out before he can see your face.

What he didn’t expect was for you to suddenly take off your mask in base, sweltering because some dumbass broke the indoor heating system.

“You can look,” you say idly upon noticing how Johnny sits rigidly beside you. Back straight, eyes forward staring at the details of the far end wall like he was a private once again.

“Y’sure?”

“Positive.”

Johnny dares the slow heavy trip of his head turning to see yours and god damn he needs to track down whoever broke the heating and thank them for this blessed opportunity.

“Steamin’ bloody Jesus…”

Johnny finds himself falling in love all over again. He was not mentally prepared to see you unmasked, his eyes roaming across your features like it was the last time he was going to see you. He took it all in, trying desperately to burn it into his mind. So this is what you were hiding, he had half the mind to accuse you of gate keeping such a sight.

“Keep your mouth open like that and you’re going to catch flies.”

He immediately shuts his mouth but a smile is creeping up instead. Giving you an encouraging nudge of the arm, Johnny does not look away once.

“Yer a real looker, you know.”

“You’re not too bad yourself.”

You reply with a smile of your own and it’s as if the heavens have opened up to him and him alone. He’s glad you don’t seem bothered with him looking at you because he really isn’t going to stop anytime soon.

Masked Reader Masterlist Call of Duty Masterlist

[fuwushiguro]

idk why all these people are here in ur ask me being horny smh they have no class anyways can you please give me a smut where toji is just hot af like always and daddy and yummy and juicy and delious 🤤🤤🤤🤤😋😋😋😋😋 thanks mama 🤭🤭

anything for you mamacita 💕 (not proofed) tw: fingering, daddy k!nk, age gap (reader is 20s toji is 40s), spanking, slapping

Toji loves coming home to see your cute lil face whenever he's had a long day.

Doesn't matter if you're fucking or not, he's happy to just sit you on his lap, play with your hair, and watch movies until you both fall asleep.

But that obviously isn't on your mind today.

Today, he can't believe the beautiful image he's been greeted by, splayed across his bed like a perfect present.

You're in a cute little crop top and thigh high socks.

No skirt.

No shorts.

No trousers.

Not even a pair of panties.

You're looking at him with wet, watery eyes as if you're so damn innocent you have no idea what you're doing. Rolling around like you're so naïve, like you don't see the bulge in his pants form instantly as his eyes rake over each and every inch of your longing body. How can you look so virtuous and so provocative at the same time?

Leaving your intimate area uncovered for him. His favourite area. Your perfect little pussy that he's spent countless hours touching, eating, teasing, fucking.

You didn't want to waste time, and he knew that. Otherwise you wouldn't look like this, now. You wouldn't be giving immediate access to him if you wanted to fool around and skirt about the issue at hand.

You've missed your daddy.

"Oh, sweetheart, look at you..." he almost whispers, his low gravelly voice rushing straight to your heat. "Been waiting for daddy all day, hm? Need 'im to play with you?" he's asking, despite already parting your legs to expose the mess you've gotten yourself in down there.

"Mhmm..." you mewl, biting your lip as you allow him to take full control. That's the best part about being with Toji. He's so mature, so experienced, he knows exactly what you want and need better than you. He knows how to touch, how to fuck, how to make you squirm and make a mess of yourself. You couldn't possibly leave him even if you wanted to, no one else could ever make you feel as good.

"Such a messy little cunt... been touchin' all day waiting for me? Hm?" he wonders.

"A little..."

"You know you aren't allowed to touch without permission." he delivers a wet slap to your throbbing clit. The contact makes you jolt, but looking at his aged scar curling up into a menacing smirk makes you smile too. "Naughty... shouldn't be enjoyin' getting touched like that." he tells you, slapping your pussy once more.

"C-Can't help it... love you t'much... love everything you do t'me..." you squirm, biting your lip again as you await his response.

He smirks again before looking down between your thighs. He spreads open your lips, coating his fingers slowly with your slick before removing them. He parts his fingers to see the webbing between them again and again. The spreading creating a tacky sound the rushes straight to his aching cock.

"All this for me, baby?" he smiles, honestly. "You really do love me."

"Mmm, mhmmn, I do... really love you, daddy."

"Or maybe..." he thinks, stuffing a singular finger into your tight warmth. "Maybe you just love daddy's cock." he considers, though the accusation scares you, it doesn't stop him from pumping his finger in and out of you. And it certainly doesn't stop you from moaning around it.

He watches as you throw your head back from the delicious stretch this one single finger is causing. Each and every pump of his finger driving you insane. You don't think you'd be acting like such a pornstar if you'd have relieved yourself at all today. But you wanted to be as good of a girl you could for your daddy. You wanted him to cure what ailed you, you know he makes you cum better than you do anyway.

"So fuckin' wet... hear how she's talkin' to me?" he asks, referring to the obnoxious squelch sounding around the room with each pummel of his finger. He wastes no time sliding in a second, jaw hanging low as everything becomes louder.

The squelching, your moans, his breath.

"It's 'cause she loves me, yeah?" he uses his free hand to spank your clit. "Answer me. Who does she belong to?"

"Y-You, daddy, p-promise." you manage to squeak out as he continues to press his fingers into your sweet spot.

"That's right, daddy's pretty little pussy. She's barely even yours, she's all mine." he reminds you. Your legs begin to shake as it all quickly becomes so intense. He tuts as your legs try to close, denying him of what he wants and of what you need. "Aht aht, none of that." he tells you. He presses his body weight into one of your thighs and uses his free hand to keep the other spread. Your sex on full display as he takes a moment to swipe his heavy fingers over your clit for a moment before shoving his fingers in deeply once again.

"S'too much! Too much, d-daddy! C-Can't!" you try to argue, but it's futile.

"Hey." he shoves your crop top upwards, revealing your soft, round tits. He doesn't take any time to admire them. Instead, he slaps them, but without any real force behind it. "I know best. I know what's too much, this ain't too much."

"It is..." you sniff, tears spilling from your eyes.

"Brat." he leans forward, pinching your cheeks so that your lips pucker. He kisses you deeply as he keeps fingering you. You melt into it, your body becoming more and more tense with each connection with that special spot inside of you. You're snapped back to your senses when you feel his heavy palm connect with your face. "Don't argue with daddy. It's not too much, baby. I can feel how tight you are. Gonna cum f'me, aren'tcha?"

"Mhmm..." you nod, dumbly.

"Go on, then." he insists. "Cum on daddy's fingers."

He pushes your legs apart once again to expose your cunt fully, despite him not looking. His lips wrap around one of your exposed nipples, sucking harshly in hopes of tipping you over that tantilising edge.

And it does.

He pulls away to get a front row seat of how your pussy gushes for him. Spurts and spurts of clear liquid dousing you both as well as the sheets beneath you. His fingers run frantically back and forth over your puffy clit, prolonging your orgasm further.

You've bitten your lip raw, and he can see how glittery and wet your eyes are as you cum for him. He loves seeing you like this, his perfect fucked out mess.

"What do you say?" he asks you.

"T-Thank you daddy, I love you. S-So much." you pant, chest heaving.

"I love you too, baby." he assures you. You watch as he frees his cock, pumping it a few times before lining it up with your overstimulated hole. "Time to make daddy feel good, now, okay? Be a good little girl and take daddy's cock."

[landofgay]

I've got to stop checking the pistols effex tag because it just makes me wanna blow my brains out

[eddiemunsonw]

Snow Storm

Steve Harrington x Fem!reader

Summary: You're on a 'date'. Sort of. You're really not feeling it, especially when you realize that the guy has been lying. Steve, witnessing it all during his shift at Family Video, is more than happy to meddle a little.

CW/Disclaimer: Hmmmm things start to get a little heated and sexy but nothing too dramatic. So... idk. Mention of porn?

Author's note: I have a tendency to post fics out of their season, it seems

Words: 3435

Steve’s POV

He watched as your eyes followed the section of horror movies slowly, scanning each title to try and remember if you had seen them before. Next to you, a guy stood impatiently as he eyed the curtain that separated the adult section. Steve watched with interest, as it was all that was currently happening in the store apart from a regular who looked into the slapstick classics on the other side.

“Come on, I just wanna see.”

The guy sighed, nudged you with his arm. You were having none of it and Steve couldn’t help but wear an amused smile. Eventually, when you had picked out two movies, you followed him towards the curtain. Steve, feeling particularly menacing today, quickly left the counter and approached the curtain just in time.

“Hello there! ID’s please.”

He held his hand open and you took it out immediately, showing that you were 23, a year younger than he was. When the guy handed it over with some reluctance, his curiosity piqued.

“Oof, sorry dude, can’t let you in. It’s 21+”

“What? Since when?” the guy responded, but Steve clocked something much more interesting.

“Clark… You said you were 24. Jesus this is why I never wanna say my age first,” you groaned and rolled your eyes. Steve bit down on his lip to stop himself from smiling, but it was too hard not to.

“Damn, why’d you have to lie to the lady? That’s not cool,” Steve added on.

Your POV

“You weren’t supposed to know. Now come on,” Clark mumbled and attempted to pass the curtain but Steve quickly moved in between, the smooth glide of his body grabbing your attention.

“Still a no, Bud.”

You were already tired of his pushy behavior earlier, so while Steve had him occupied, you entered the adult section. You didn’t even want to go in there, but it was better than staying.

“Grab some deepthroating! And some lesbian porn?”

Steve’s POV

Steve shook his head at him as he leaned against the wall right next to the curtain.

“Jesus, dude. Are you trying to make her run away from you even harder?”

“Shut up,” Clark grumbled, side eyeing him with annoyance.

“Hm, no,” Steve said, a small smile on his face. “Not for a pipsqueak like you.”

“Oh fuck off, says the failed jock whose daddy no longer funds him so he has to do a shitty job like this one, the highlight of his day being to be a total asshole to a guy trying to have sex with a girl.”

Steve stared ahead of him, taking a deep inhale before replying.

“Yeah. Sure. That’s a neat description of you and me both. Emphasis on the trying.”

“The day’s not over yet.”

“Oh but it is, pipsqueak. Cause you’re gonna turn around and leave now.”

They looked at each other, eyes dark and challenging. Steve wasn’t sure what came over him. He just knew that he needed to do you the favor of getting rid of him.

“The hell I am,” Clark bristled.

Steve chuckled darkly. Woah, when did he become this super villain huh? Hmm. Interesting.

“Oh you are. She wants you gone and so do I.”

“You don’t know shit about what she wants.”

“Let me go ask,” Steve said as his hand lazily slid the curtain aside. “What’s her name again?” he asked, pretending like he hadn’t checked your name on your ID. He didn’t wait for his answer and walked behind the curtain despite his protests. This, however, made him miss out on the emergency alert on the radio.

“We interrupt your favorite tunes for an important message. The blizzard is getting worse. If you haven’t yet, go home. Chances are you won’t be able to if you wait much longer.”

Clark, however, did. Besides, he wasn’t that much of an idiot. He knew he had lost his chances with you the moment he tried to get you to grab his favorite porn videos. Whatever.

Your POV

“So… see anything you like?”

His voice startled you, but at the same time it was met with relief from your end that it wasn’t Clark. Steve slowly walked closer and quickly noticed you didn’t seem interested in any of it in the slightest and chuckled.

“Or are you just planning to stay here forever until he leaves?”

You shrugged.

“Something like that. Also, you don’t just ask a lady about her favorite porn, Harrington.”

Delighted by your response, he cocked his hip against the wall as he crossed his arms with a grin.

“I mean… we both already know Clark’s…” Steve said jokingly, earning a smile from you.

“All men are the same,” you sighed. Steve pouted and scanned the titles for something interesting.

“You say that now but… wait until you find out that my favorite is actually… Granny getting a— nope, nope, forget I started that sentence,” Steve said quickly as he put back the tape he just had in his hands.

“All the grannies over the world are crying right now,” you said sadly, a smile on your lips.

“Too bad, I’ve set my eye on girls who actually are the age they say they are.”

“I’ll admit that’s the most interesting belated opening line I’ve ever heard,” you said dryly.

“As long as it catches your intrigue, I’m satisfied,” Steve said with a playful, cocky grin.

You grabbed a tape and smirked, holding it out for him.

“So I’m guessing you don’t need yourself a… Satisfyer 2.0, then?” You asked, holding up the tape which had sensual “instructions” for a vibrator.

Steve laughed and shook his head.

“These satisfy just fine,” Steve said, holding up his hands. Your mind drifted off to what he could do with those big hands. Not just to himself but to—

“… left?”

Steve had apparently just asked you a question.

“Huh?”

He smirked and nodded towards the curtain.

“I think he left. Just heard the bell above the door.”

“Maybe someone came in though…” you wondered out loud.

“Maybe. I’ll go check.” He spun on his heel and approached the curtain when—

“Wait—” It was out before you knew it. Steve halted, turned back around and looked at you patiently.

“Yeah?”

“If he is in fact not gone, can you… get rid of him somehow? I normally wouldn’t ask but he’s just such a—”

“Dick.”

“Yeah…” You smiled a small smile and watched as he approached you again. His eyes were on you, taking in even the smallest changes in your expression.

“So is he like… your boyfriend?” Steve asked softly. “Or uh, was?”

You chuckled and shook your head.

“Nah, this was the second date which I had reluctantly agreed to.”

“Why’d you say yes?” Steve asked curiously. He followed your movement as you skimmed some more tapes and smiled at the playfully quipped corner of your mouth. “I mean, it didn’t look like you wanted to be here.”

“I didn’t. I just… I kind of never said yes but he just showed up on my doorstep and then I felt too bad to not go with him, so… yeah. Didn’t know he had plans to rent some porn and spend the second date in his bedroom or whatever.”

Steve crossed his arms and nodded thoughtfully.

“Hmmh… yeah that sucks. Well, I’ll make sure there won’t be a next time,” he said as he shortly winked at you and once again turned on his heel, this time actually continuing his walk through the curtain. He was out there for a few minutes when he turned back with a frown.

“Uh… Y/N? We’ve got a little… hiccup.”

You approached him with a frown of your own and followed him to the front, unsure what to expect. What you certainly didn’t expect, was to see a snow storm going on outside.

“Apparently there’s a code red. Just heard a repeat of it on the radio but it keeps breaking up. They urge everyone to stay inside until it’s over.”

Steve stuffed his hands into his pockets and stared ahead. It was the worst storm he had ever witnessed and the fact that nothing had seemed to be going on apart from some gentle snowfall surprised him.

“Stay… here?” you asked eventually.

“I mean, yeah? You can’t drive in this weather, it’s too dangerous. So is walking. So…”

“But I can’t just…”

“Hey, I don’t bite,” Steve said softly, nudging your arm with his own. “Besides, Clark seems to have left after all. Maybe he heard the warning and decided to bolt? If so, very nice to let us know as well but I will say that I wasn’t nice to him, so…”

You smirked.

“What did you say to him?”

“Nothing, nothing. I mean, genuinely, I didn’t say much. Just that he had to fuck off, using different wording. He didn’t seem all that ready to leave when I went to look for you though.”

“Oh well, good riddance.”

“Agreed.”

Steve walked forward and locked the door, putting the closed sign up front just in case.

“Let’s go to the back, it’s warmer there. And there’s a coffee machine.”

And so your “Stuck at Family Video with heartthrob Steve Harrington” began.

Once you were settled around the table in the break room, Steve gave you an odd glance. It was hard to figure out what he meant by it, although his frown disappeared the moment he got up from his chair.

“Coffee? Tea? I think we even got a few of those instant hot choc packages,” he offered, his back already turned to you as he searched the cabinets.

“Oh, hot chocolate sounds nice actually. Is it just me or is it… still kinda cold, even here?” you asked hesitantly. Steve nodded ruefully and grabbed two mugs from the cabinet he was currently facing.

“Ah, yeah… it looks like the heating is struggling again. I could kick it to see if it helps but… chances are it’ll get worse.”

“How could it get worse?”

Steve shrugged.

“Beats me, but I’m speaking from experience. Sometimes it does the trick and other times it really, really doesn’t.”

“Let’s not risk it then. At least we have a warm drink, right?”

Steve nodded and grabbed the kettle. You watched him busy himself with putting it on, emptying the hot chocolate powder and grabbing two spoons. He was humming along softly to whichever song he seemed to have stuck in his head and shot you a smile when he caught you looking.

“So what do you usually—”

Suddenly, the room turned pitch dark. You heard Steve swear softly when he shuffled back towards the table and bumped into a chair.

“Uh… okay. That’s… kind of a problem,” he mumbled as he managed to sit back down. “No hot choc I guess, sorry. No… heating either. Maybe we should check how the weather’s doing?” he opted.

“Yeah, sure.”

There was a small strip of light seeping in from the doorway, slowly turning brighter as you adjusted to your surroundings again. Warm fingers teased your arm before your wrist was grabbed and Steve helped you up. As he opened the door, the brightness of the snow outside was almost blinding. The thin windows made it a lot colder at the front, making you shiver as you watched the outside. It wasn’t just snow anymore, as heavy hail rained down, large enough to leave dents into cars. Steve groaned and let go of your wrist.

“Let me check if I can get the power back on,” he mumbled, more to himself than to you. He grabbed a flashlight from below the counter and went to the back again. After a few minutes, he returned, looking apologetic.

“Sorry, nothing. I guess it’s my fault you’re stuck here, huh?” he sighed. “If I hadn’t bothered Clark as much you’d be on your way already. Or if I just… I don’t know. Sorry, I guess.”

“It’s not your fault the weather decided to fuck us over, Steve,” you said with a soft smile which he returned with some hesitance. “What do you usually do for fun around here?”

Steve gave you a wry smile.

“Watch movies?”

“Ah, yeah.”

There was a short silence until Steve clapped in his hands and rubbed them together. “I’ve got this huge blanket in the back, brought it here once because Rob, Robin, my colleague, gets very cold easily so sometimes we’d just huddle under the blanket during breaks and stuff. I think we might as well sit out here, at least it’s light… for now.”

You nodded, smiling as you thought of Robin Buckley. You knew her of course. Not super well, but well enough to know she was nice.

“Yeah, it’s already getting dark, huh? A blanket sounds good though.”

Steve nodded and once again disappeared for a short moment, until he returned with a bright blue blanket, which he partially draped on the floor in front of the counter before he motioned for you to sit down and wrapped it around your shoulders. He joined you after grabbing you both some water and put the other end around his shoulders once he settled down.

“How’s this?”

You were really trying not to let it get to you that you were cozying up to Steve right now. Heat was radiating off of him and it made you wonder if he was actually cold, or if he was basically doing the whole “it’s better to stick together for body warmth” kind of thing. With the addition of clothes, of course.

“It’s nice. Better than without for sure,” you told him softly. Steve’s shoulder brushed yours and soon enough you felt the pressure build up until he was actually resting against you. Not in an uncomfortable way at all. It was really… nice, actually.

“Your parents? Do you think they’ll worry?”

“Ah, no. My mom’s visiting my grandma in another state actually and my dad’s no longer around, so. Doubt he can worry,” you joked lightly. “What about yours?”

Steve snorted, then realized it probably wasn’t all that funny and shrugged.

“Dunno, they’re somewhere in Europe now, I think? So no.”

Another silence. It was by that point that you remembered how little you actually knew about Steve Harrington. Sure, he had been popular in school for some time, and then he wasn’t, and then he graduated. But you had never really talked to him other than giving him a pen or two in English class. You were from different social ladders, really. Although, right now you felt quite equal to him, somehow. Which felt weird, considering he looked like a freshly cut out of a painting model and you were… you. Mr handsome decided to steal you away from your brain, which honestly, was a good thing.

“Hey, wanna play a game?” he asked, peering into your eyes as he leaned forward a little. You watched him with newfound curiosity.

“What kind of game?”

“I spy with my little eye.”

“Isn’t that just called “I spy”?” you wondered aloud.

“Dunno. So. Yes?”

“What else is there, right?”

Steve grinned and rested his head against the counter.

“That’s right. Okay. I spy with my little eye… something green.”

“That tape,” you said as you pointed. Steve leaned into your space, following your hand.

“Which one?”

“The green one.”

“There are maaaany green ones.”

“The green one with… Fuck I can’t read,” you sighed as you tried to squint. Steve laughed warmly, which you could feel the tremble of against your shoulder. “Okay so. The sci-fi shelf, yes? Fifth on the second row.”

“Aaaah, I see it now. Nope!”

“You knew that wasn’t it from the start.”

“I had to make sure.”

“Mhm, sure.”

Steve grinned and nudged you with his shoulder before tapping your thigh with his hand.

“Your turn, your turn!”

He left his hand on your thigh. Oh shit. Yeah, you were totally normal about that. You could still think. You could definitely still find some kind of object that you could use—

“Wait, I didn’t even guess it, how is it my turn?!” you questioned. Steve, who had been looking at… somewhere that wasn’t your eyes, quickly lifted his eyes to meet yours and grinned.

“Right. Guess!” “Your vest?”

“You are absolutely right. See? Your turn.”

“It wasn’t— okay. Hm… I spy with my little eye… something red.”

“Your cheeks.”

“Shut up, my cheeks aren’t red.”

“They are a little.”

“If you keep talking about it, yes, they will turn red.”

“Oh? Is that so?”

Once again Steve leaned forward to look you straight in the eye, this time lifting a hand to cup your cheek gently. “Hm, they’re a little pink at the very least.”

You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks and took his hand off your cheek as you looked away. Steve chuckled softly and turned his hand around so he could grab yours.

“Fine, then… the bike outside?”

“Nope.”

“Damn, I thought that was it for sure. That red blob of paint that Keith never managed to get off the ceiling?”

“That’s it!”

Steve grinned at you and gave your hand a squeeze. For a moment you had forgotten about his hand, too drunk on his animated face. Fuck.

“I spy with my little eye…” Steve turned his head to look at you and smiled. “Something pretty.”

“What?”

“Purple! Purple.”

“My shirt.”

“So clever.”

It was getting darker rapidly and soon enough, even your little game became harder to play. You did some other ones, word games, guessing games, whatever you could think of. The blanket was wrapped closer around you both now, as the store became colder without the heating. You sat hip to hip, your arms a little awkward sometimes although neither of you really minded.

“Would you have stayed here if I hadn’t been around?” you asked softly.

“Hmm, nah, I don’t think so.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t really care if— I mean, I’d only be risking myself in that case.”

“That’s a bad reason. You’re just as important.”

“Am I?” Steve asked, and for some reason you felt like he needed an honest answer.

“Yeah, you are, Steve.”

“Hm…” A beat of silence. “I spy with my little eye… someone pretty.”

“You can’t even see.”

“I’ve memorized her by now.”

“Is it the blonde babe cardboard cutout?”

Steve, not expecting that answer at all, burst out laughing.

“Fuck, no,” a giggle, “it wasn’t.”

“Oh… hm. What about that girl from the ring? Samara?”

“Shush.”

“Or the woman from that movie where—” “Ssshh.”

You felt his hand cup your cheek and it was as if your heart was gonna jump out of your chest at any moment now. His breath tickled your cheek, warm and comfortable against your cold nose. Your lips parted on their own, eyes closing even though there was only an outline of his face to see.

“You sure it’s not the blond babe?” you murmured teasingly.

Steve giggled softly and shook his head, causing the stray strands of his hair to tickle you a little.

“Positive.”

A faint sound of lips being licked, and then his lips brushed against yours. Soft and pliable, eager to taste yours. He hummed softly, pleased, as he pulled you closer. You were easily pulled into his lap as his tongue teased your bottom lip for access. Hands smoothed up and down your waist, the blanket forgotten as your kiss provided enough heat between the two of you. It was silent, save from the gasps and soft, pleasant hums leaving you both. He gently moved his hips while simultaneously guiding yours, a gentle moan leaving him as he found a rhythm. His lips found your neck and your hand made its way into his hair to have something to grasp onto. One hand found the hem of your shirt and he was about to lift it up when—

Brightness. Light. The electricity was back on. Meaning… everyone outside could see you. If there had been anyone, that is. Still, it broke the moment instantly as Steve dropped his hand to your thigh and looked up at you.

“Shit,” he murmured, a lopsided grin on his face. “They really know how to spoil the fun today, huh?”

You smiled down at him and turned around to look outside, one hand resting on his chest for balance.

“Hm… I don’t know. It seems safe to go back home.”

Steve dug his fingers into your hips with eagerness before leaving a soft kiss on your lips.

“Your place or mine?”

end.

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ৎ⸝⸝⠀FAVORITE DATES . —

#pairing : lucifer, angel dust, alastor x gn reader #cw : fluff honestly, idk what else to tell you. a bit of crack perhaps? reader specializes in photography for lucifer and alastor's part. #summary : their favorite kind of date with you + drabble for each of them. #note : extremely in need of fluff and comfort from lucifer specifically atm, so here i am writing for him + a few others :3 hope this will cheer you up as how it did to me.

ʚ LUCIFER .

lucifer loves bringing you to the prettiest places he can find. he'd wrap you tightly in his arms, unfurling his wings and allowing them to warm up with gentle flaps. he reassures you every time before take-off, his legs gently pushing the both of you from the handrail of your balcony as his feathered blades softly fanned the still air, flying at a steady and comfortable pace. if you request for him to stop mid air for a picture, he'll gladly do so until you get the perfect shot of the scenery in hell.

the sin filled air gently brushes past your face, your hands holding dearly onto lucifer as well as your camera. you take note of every detail you can get from the places where lucifer flies by, the sparkle in your eyes never fading ever since he suggested another one of your favorite dates. his heart melts every time he sees your excitement, a soft smile unknowingly creeping up onto his lips.

"darling, could you do me a favor and close your eyes for a moment? we're about to arrive at the special place i mentioned." with a nod, you close your eyelids gently; all you can see now is the weak light that shines through your eyelids. lucifer mutters a quick thank you, pressing a sweet kiss onto your forehead and increasing his speed through the air. you can hear the sounds of his wings flapping louder than before.

it wasn't long until everything came to a halt, lucifer slowly lowering the both of you from the air until the ground came in contact with your feet. you can practically hear the excitement in lucifer's voice. he cups your eyes from behind, fingers blocking the light that was previously visible through your eyelids as he guides you to walk around the unfamiliar surroundings step by step. "almost there, i just know you'll love it."

"getting impatient here, luci." you state playfully with a light chuckle, following his guide with your hands clutching onto the camera hanging from your neck. "alright. on three, i'll be removing my hands from your eyes. don't get too sucked up by the beautiful view by then,"

a sense of exuberance bubbles inside of you as you listen to his countdown, an uncontrollable smile stretching your lips. "and.. three." lucifer removes his hands from your face, the brightness stinging your eyes which took you a short moment to adjust to the lightning. you blink, the breathtaking scenery displayed in front of you sucked your breath away immediately. the sky is a beautiful shade of red and purple that perfectly med together, and the sunbeams illumined the immediate surroundings, partly obscuring the sky-high mountains a great distance ahead.

the scenery stole your ability to speak for minutes before you snapped back to reality, throwing yourself into lucifer's arms. you wrap your arms around his lean figure, feeling him returning your tight hug as well. "thank you for bringing me here! oh satan, this will be perfect for my collection."

you claim with a sing-song tone, abruptly pulling away from the hug to start taking perfect shots of the scenery before losing the chance to. you need the pictures in your camera, and you're not going home until you're satisfied. you take your time to perfect every angle and lightning, fully absorbed by photography at the moment.

lucifer watches you from the side, his gaze fixated on your every movement and the excitement that displays on your face, leaning his weight further onto his cane. it's always moments like this that remind him how deeply in love he is with you, always causing him to fall in love all over again.

ʚ ANGEL DUST .

there is no designated spot, but angel loves going on shopping sprees with you. he calls it the ideal date; going for spa, clothing, accessories, you name it. he loves the idea of spoiling each other, where the both of you would take turn to pay for anything the both of you got. the both of you will talk and laugh about anything while walking, hips practically linked together as you walk. at the end of everything, the two of you will sit together at the place where you both first met, silently appreciating each other's comforting presence while talking about memories you shared together.

"oh baby, look at these gems they're sellin'!" angel pulls you by the arm, pressing himself against the wide glass window with multiple sunglasses on display. one particular design caught his eye; it's displayed in the middle among the others. with his toothy grin widening, he glances at you with a click on the tongue. "i say we hit the jackpot t'day, dont'cha agree?"

"jackpot indeed, these babies are definitely worth it. shall we head in and get ourselves a matching pair of them?" you link your arm with his as he presses a quick kiss onto your forehead, mumbling a small 'ya know me so well' before walking into the store with you. the welcome bell rings the moment you push the door open, the store owner's head shooting up from the cashier almost immediately. a wide smile appears on their face, excited to welcome the both of you while jogging towards your direction.

"welcome, welcome! what an honor to have the famous couple visiting my little store. has anything caught your eyes, my dear? or would you like me to pair you up with some that matches you?" the owner clasped their hands together beside their face, their gaze constantly shifting between you and angel, feeling absolutely thrilled.

angel points his thumb towards the same glasses he told you about outside the store, shifting his weight to one leg. "are those still available? we'll take two of 'em please." giving a quick glance at the direction angel is pointing at, the owner nods with their eyes lighting up.

"fabulous choice, they're the customer's all-time favorite! you're in luck today, there are only two stocks left. i'll go grab them for you."

the owner turns their back and walks towards the big shelves storing nicely packaged sunglasses. with a brief scan, they reach out to grab the two boxes on one of the shelves. the boxes are rose gold while the others are white, making them easy to look for. they jog towards you and angel, holding out the two boxes in their hands. "all nice and packed, the glasses you asked for! go ahead and try them on, I'll be waiting behind the counter."

you accept the boxes with a mutter of 'thank you', passing one of the boxes to angel. he whistles, practically ripping the glasses out from the box. "these babies are prettier up close! feelin' sexier with them on, what 'bout you?" you chuckle at angel's claim, playfully rolling your eyes at him before trying the sunglasses on. the light around your eyes instantly grows soft and comfortable, allowing your eyes to relax while looking around.

"how do i look? they feel perfect on me."

"absolutely perfect!" angel exclaims while throwing his arms up in the air, unable to contain the excitement in his voice. his smile is wide enough to flash the golden tooth he has as his arm embrace your waist, his upper pair of his arm pinching your cheek playfully. "if it looks perfect on me, it'll definitely look perfect on ya."

you laugh, pressing a kiss onto his hand that pinched your cheek. "whatever you say, dear. now let me go pay for these then we'll be done with shopping." he tags along as you pay for the sunglasses, thanking the store owner before exiting. you walk down the street with your arm linked with angel's, your sunglasses sitting neatly on the top of your head.

"headin' to the garden t'day?" angel questions while walking down the familiar street with you. you nod, keeping your gaze up ahead. "nonsense, 'course we are. it's something we do after every date, my favourite part actually."

ʚ ALASTOR .

alastor values quality time together, which results in long walks being his favorite dates with you. he always has the best places to take you on walks, sometimes even preparing a gift for you if he manages to get his hands on one. the walk would most likely be filled with comfortable silence unless you're a chatty one, to which alastor would be more than happy to listen. he's a great listener, after all, listening to you talk makes him feel content as well. physical affection will be reduced in public, but if you're in a secluded area and he's comfortable enough, you may receive some small affectionate kisses; on your hands especially.

your surroundings are almost dead silent; these sinners either do their best to avoid alastor - the radio demon, or whisper about the both of you. not that you mind, you prefer things staying as it is since neither of you would have to worry about anyone disrupting your peaceful little date. with a hum, you adjust your sleeves, parting your lips to spark up yet another topic that so happened to cross your mind.

"have i told you about the new pictures i've taken recently?" you flash him a smile, excited to share your new works for photography. with an acknowledged hum, alastor gently shakes his head as he keeps his hands neatly folded behind him. "i suppose you have not. do enlighten me, my dear." you're delighted that he's willing to listen as always; something about it just draws you more towards his charm.

"gladly! you see, i hung out with rosie a few days ago since she wouldn't stop asking me about it." you pause for a quick moment before speaking again. "i'd say the cannibal town fascinates me all the time. i took pictures of the scenery there, and of course, lots of rosie because she's so photogenetic. speaking of which," something clicked in your head. you shuffle through your pockets and pull out a polaroid, placing it in front of alastor. "have a look at one of them, i happened to bring one with me."

he takes the polaroid from your hand, flipping it over to see the picture you've taken. it's a picture of rosie in a field of black roses, even embracing some in her arms. she's smiling at the camera - alastor assumes that it was rosie who suggested that you take a few snaps with your photography skills. angle, lightning, poses, you've perfected everything in this picture alone.

as always, your skills never fail to amaze alastor no matter how many times he sees your work. "such ravishing work of art! i am absolutely floored." the grin on his face softens ever so slightly, a sign that shows that he's being genuine. he passes the little piece of picture back into your hands, his gaze now fixated on you. you keep the polaroid back in your pocket nicely, giving it a light pat.

"my, im honored. is this an attempt of yours to flirt?" you chuckle playfully despite knowing full well that your comment was fully incorrect. you just like messing around, is all. alastor shakes his head at your miserable attempt to poke fun at him, laughing lightly. he stops in his tracks, scanning his surroundings briefly. not many sinners around, it should be alright.

"ha-ha! of course not, my dear. though, this should count as one." small steps, alastor now stands before you. your eyes search his in confusion, tilting your head slightly as you try to figure out what could he possibly be planning. his hand moves to hold yours with a good amount of delicacy, his face leaning down closer to your hand with each passing second until his lips press against your knuckles. he lets them linger on your warm skin before pulling away, his lips leaving a cold sensation along with an odd warmth spreading across your skin.

you stare at him, breathing almost coming to a halt as you watch the smugness on his face grow. a light blush tints your face and ears, your gaze growing avoidance to his soul-piercing one. it's clear that he's enjoying the reaction you hold. "not going to comment on it? is it because my 'attempt at flirting' worked well this time?" his words made you roll your eyes, playfully sighing in annoyance. of course he'd pull this trick, how did you not see it coming?

"no comment." is all you said to answer his question before motioning for him to lean in closer. he did as you asked without question, figuring that there might be something you'd like to tell him. a kiss on his cheek from you caught him by surprise as it was not what he expected to happen. "guess you're not the only one able to pull this trick. we're equal now, yes?"

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[ilwonuu]

Not sure if this is the best idea, i’m just spitballing tbh.

Virgin reader who is really and I mean REALLY scared they won’t be good or make [member] feel good. (You can pick which member lol)

Maybe that’s corruption kink? Idk lol I just had to get it out of my head.

omg yes!!! i hope this is okay!! lmk if this is completely not what you wanted😭😭 THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST<3 also so sorry this took FOREVER for me to get out.

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༝༚ lee minho

𖣠 summary- your boyfriend wants to make you feel good. you’re scared you won’t be able to do the same for him. he is quick to change ur mindset.

𖣠 warnings- first time, protected sex (reader is on the pill), creampie, minho has a corruption kink kind of, dirty talk, reader is inexperienced.

𖣠 a/n- lmk if you want a part 2 heheh

you and your boyfriend are watching a movie. cuddled up in your boyfriends arms. his attention shifts to you. his hand was already mindlessly rubbing your thigh. he gives you a soft smile.

“baby.” he says suddenly. “hm?”

you look at him waiting for what he’s going to say. “bored of the movie?” you ask now realizing he’s pulling you closer to him.

“thinking about you, not the movie.” he is smiling innocently at you.

he knows his smile is applying anything but innocent acts. “what about me?” he kisses your neck gently in response.

“always thinking about you doll. want you always.” you grew slightly nervous at his words. shifting a little still focused on your boyfriends touch.

“want to please you..baby can i?” his boldness catching you completely off guard. you nod but your own words stop your movements.

“what if i can’t please you?” you shaky response causing his hand to stop against your thigh.

“doll what do you mean?” his face is in a confused expression waiting for you to explain your words.

“like you..you know have had sex before so you know what you’re doing. i have no idea what to do. what if its not good?” you say the last part of your sentence quietly. you turning away with the embarrassment. you can’t look your boyfriend in the eyes.

“baby do you really think that?” his hands are intertwined with yours now. “you make me feel good every day. why would this be different doll? you’re perfect.” his grip on your hands making you feel more comfortable but not completely shaking the feelings you have away.

“i’m just nervous i won’t be what you want.” his head is immediately shaking no.

“baby don’t ever think that. you’re everything i want. let me show you i mean every word i say.” one of his hands have moved from yours and is now holding your waist. “i promise you’ll be perfect.” he kisses your cheek.

“o-okay yea i want to minho. i trust you.” he nods. “if you want to stop at any point we can okay?” he is guiding you two in your shared bedroom. he is quick to lay you back against your pillows.

he pulls his shirt off quickly. your eyes are watching him intensely. “you still feel comfortable doing this baby?” he asks you again. leaving a gentle kiss against your head. “yes. i want you..” you say feeling embarrassed again about how much you actually did want this.

you want to make him feel good. you want to be good for your boyfriend. still anxious about losing your virginity for the first time. you and minho have only gone as far as kissing. he never pushed you further knowing you weren’t ready.

your boyfriend was patient with you as anyone should be. he loved you.

“i got to prep you first okay? don’t want to hurt my girl.” his words making you more aware of your arousal. you nod watching him move to hover over you on the bed. he pulls you into a deep kiss. you don’t hesitate to respond kissing him back.

your kiss feeling more desperate as it lasts. he pulls away to ask your permission to take your clothes off you.

“can i take this off doll?” he asks referring to your shirt. “yes minho.” you sounding more needy. he gently takes ur shirt off. before asking for your permission for the rest of your clothes to come off. you comply feeling slightly embarrassed being fully naked in-front of him.

he is quick to compliment you. “you look so beautiful y/n. so perfect.” he kisses you again you feel his hand move down to your thigh. “can i baby?” he pulls away from the kiss rubbing your thigh.

“p-please.” you mentally curse at yourself for stuttering. he smirks slightly just nodding at your response. you feel his thumb creep up your slit making you shudder under his touch. you feel his thumb against your clit rubbing gently. his eyes are on your face looking for your reaction to the new feeling.

you are gasping against his touch. “m-minho oh-“ he’s easing a finger into you. causing you to moan loudly. his movements are gently and slow.

“doing so well doll. do you feel okay?” he asks you as he keeps his thumb against your clit. you nod quickly. “f-feels so good minho.” he smirks at your words speeding up his fingers against you. you are moaning his name loudly.

“do you think you can handle another finger baby?” he asks you kissing you waiting for your response. “yea- i can take it.” you moan out feeling more needy every second.

“okay doll. tell me if it’s uncomfortable.” he says into your neck. you feel a second finger slide into your cunt. he curses how his finger slides right in. you feeling yourself getting wetter under his touch.

his fingers are fucking into you a pace that has your eyes rolling back. his thumb on your clit is sending you over the edge. “minho- it feels so good i-“ your words flowing out of you. “yea doll? you look so beautiful. taking it so well.” his voice is sweet but lust filled. he is gentle but moving his fingers fast enough to please you perfectly.

“baby- i think im gonna c-cum.” you moan out. his eyes don’t leave you as he continues to finger you.

you are cumming hard on his fingers. desperate moans of his name flowing out of you. “fuck doll. doing so well creaming on my fingers.” his words causing you to moan out again.

“i love y-you.” is all you can say through coming down from your orgasm.

“i love you more baby.” you watch as he his shifting between your legs. pulling off the rest of his clothes. “you ready baby?” he asks kissing your head gently. you nod quickly watching as he is positioned at your entrance. “yes i w-want you.” you moan at him.

“you’re still on the pill right doll?” he is rubbing your hip gently. “yea.” you are becoming more impatient as he nods. “okay baby im gonna put it in. tell me if you want to stop” you nod as you feel the stretch of his dick inside you.

“o-oh fuck doll.” his hips are stuttering slightly at how tight you are. “minho- you’re so big.” tears are threatening at your eyes. “yea baby. you’re doing so well tell me when i can move.” he is not fully bottomed out. he ie waiting for you.

“i t-think you can move.” you are tearing up from the pain and the pleasure. “you sure baby?” he asks. looking at you for approval. “yes p-please minho.” he doesn’t waste another second before his is shallowly thrusting into you.

“oh fuck baby you feel so fucking good.” his groans are desperate and loud. you have never seen him so needy for you. your moans filling the room aswell. “minho- f-fuck so good.” he smirks slightly fucking you quicker. “fu-fuck is this o-okay doll?” he asks before continuing. you nod quickly.

“p-please don’t stop.” his hips stutter at your words feeling closer to cumming so quick. “baby i wanted to fuck you like this for so long. even better than i imagined. perfect girl.” his words going straight to your cunt. you are a moaning mess. tears falling from your eyes. he wipes then away holding your waist gently. he moves his thumb down to rub at your puffy clit.

“cum with me baby.” he says fucking you deep. “m-minho! oh my god.” he moves down so his face is buried in your neck. his groans filling your ears. “i’m- fuck im cumming doll.” he breathes another groan before painting your walls with his thick cum. the feeling bringing you to your orgasm.

“fuck baby just like that. cum on my dick.” he doesn’t stop his thrusts. fucking his cum deeper into you. you cry out at the overstimulation. he gently pulls out before looking at you again. “can i please eat you out now?”

[sleepyjuice]

him accidentally hurting you during sex 🥺🥺

this is somewhat self serving bc this has happened to me 🫣 idk if this could be triggering to anyone but this does involve pain during sex. anon I’m sorry if I made this way too deep lmao 😭 endometriosis girlies unite!!! this shit ain’t for the weak !!!!

“Fuck, fuck, takin’ me so good, baby.” jj groaned as he pounded into you from behind. His hands had a firm grip on your hips, your ass in the air and face in the pillows, the loud sounds of skin slapping skin filled the small bedroom.

You had been going for awhile, already had two orgasms and jj was currently working on giving you your third, and he was getting pretty close himself.

He quickened his pace as your moans grew louder, your pussy clenching around his cock, the euphoric feeling making your stomach twist and fill with a deep heat as you approached your orgasm.

Sweat was dripping down his forehead as he tightened his grip on your hips, pushing himself even closer to you to get himself slightly deeper into you.

Things were great, you were quite literally about to finish when his dick thrusted into you ever so slightly at an angle, causing you to yelp loudly in pain, your knees giving out beneath you as it quite literally felt like your cervix was sucker punched.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, ow! Stop! jj stop!” You managed to let out, your eyes squeezing shut as you attempted to ride out what felt like a period cramp on steroids, your breathing staggered.

jj immediately halted all movements, pulling himself out of you the second you told him to stop. He had originally thought that your knees gave out due to pleasure, but he now realized it wasn’t that at all.

“Shit—What’s wrong? What happened?!” He asked, now fully panicked, moving himself closer to your face, gently pushing your hair out of your face so he could get a better look at you.

You fought back tears, forcing your eyes open to meet your boyfriend’s panicked ones, his eyes darting all over your face and down your body, expecting you to be bleeding or something with the way you had sounded.

“I don’t— fuck, I don’t know what happened but that last thrust felt like you punched or- or stabbed me in the cervix. Jesus Christ.” You groaned, attempting to take deep and slow breaths, but not move yourself too much because there was still that deep aching pain inside of you.

“Jesus…I-I’m so sorry, baby,” jj cooed, one of his hands hesitantly rubbing ever so slightly at your bare thigh as his other cupped your cheek, “that’s never happened before, I don’t know what I did. Do we need to like, go to the hospital? Fuck, I’m so sorry.” He rambled on, his heart racing in fear that he seriously messed up your insides, but he did his best to stay as calm and collected as he possibly could, not wanting to freak you out more than you already were. He didn’t want to hurt you more than he already had.

“It’s not your fault, you didn’t do anything wrong.” You whispered after a moment. You could read him like a book, he was beating himself up over this. The lightness of his touch showed just how scared he was to hurt you.

“I think it’s just my endometriosis,” you sighed, your breathing slowly becoming more steady as the pain began to subside, “just hit a sensitive spot or somethin’.” You explained, reaching up to hold his hand that was holding your face.

He watched you carefully, eyes closing at your touch before fully laying down beside you and pulling you into his chest. He rubbed a hand down your naked back, his head resting atop yours as he kissed into your hair.

“Scared the shit out of me, baby…” he spoke after a moment, feeling your body begin to relax against his, continuing his soft and gentle touches on your back.

“It’s okay, the pain is starting to go away.” You assured him, his warm chest and his soft touch being the best comfort you could possibly ask for at the moment.

“That’s good, sweet thing. You wanna get up soon and we can take a bath or somethin’? Or you just wanna lay here some more?” He asked softly, peppering more sweet kisses onto your head.

“Mm, just wanna stay here a little bit longer. But I’m down for that bath later, though.” You hummed, curling into your sweet boyfriend.

You would definitely want a do-over later on once you were feeling fully better, but you would bring that up later, as jj was surely scared to ever be inside of you again.