#idk grammar

[ittetsuspecs]

Takeda without his dorky glasses.

Bro he's cute with AND without glasses HOW IS THIS MAN NOT FAMOUS???

[monnybyelle]

when sirius came back for the winter break, he couldn't stop talking about a boy called james potter. regulus listened to everything about that potter boy and he decied james was a the coolest kid he knew (well, the second coolest... sirius was always first). then sirius went back to hogwarts and regulus wished he could go with him. then, during the easter break, sirius only talked about his new friends, especially the potter boy. and, after he went back, regulus begged his parents to send him to hogwarts instead to durmstrang.

the following fall, regulus went with sirius to hogwarts. he meet remus lupin and peter pettigrew in the station. they were nice and sirius had some problems with the lupin boy, he couldn't stop watching him. regulus found difficult to understand why. walburga looked displeased, so regulus was happy.

james potter was already in the train. his glasses were hanging poorly in his nose, freckles all around his pretty face. regulus never saw someone smile so brightly and warmly, and gracefully. regulus thought he saw the sun. he was going to burn.

[evilboygir1]

just saying i’ve never met a good bowler who’s not a lesbian

[leclercstarrs]

eternal sunshine.

pairings: lewis hamilton x fem!singer!reader x ex!carlos sainz.

warnings: mentions of cheating, carlos slander, and inspired by ‘eternal sunshine - ariana grande.’

in which you collaborate with your friend and release a song about your ex while simultaneously revealing your new relationship.

yourusername 📍 los angeles

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yourusername just motivation to get back into the studio ig 🍷

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landonorris one positive to this situation, we get new music 🤲

yourusername 🫡

user7 lando norris is the one and only y/n fanboy

user34 lando!! run that man off the track for us pls!

arianagrande love you girl!! 🤍

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lewishamilton can’t wait to listen to the new music!

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user12 shooting his shot now that carlos is out of the picture LMFAOO

user8 lewis save y/n from carlos pls 🙏

user9 y/n l/n x XNDA

user72 HE FUMBLED BAE!!

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user63 guys she liked this 😭 that means he for sure cheated, they weren’t already broken up??!

user2 he’s so icky

user21 ARI X Y/N COLLAB???

user38 yesss y/n was listed on the track list for ariana’s new album as a feature on one of the songs

user75 AHHH I CANT WAIT

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yourusername eternal sunshine by my bestie ari featuring me is out now and available to stream on all platforms ☀️ so grateful that ari wanted me to be on this diamond of a song, it means so much to the both of us!

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arianagrande omg i love you! thank you for joining me on this song, hopefully we can collaborate again soon!

yourusername yes ofc 😭🫶🏻

charles_leclerc love the song ❤️

yourusername ty cha!! i miss you!

user7 omg cuties 🥹

user92 ohhh ik charles has beef w carlos rn 🫡

landonorris stream the song guys

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user53 yesss promote her iktr 😝

lewishamilton amazing song 🩶

yourusername ty lew 😊

user12 LEWWWW? omg adorable

user38 lewis is about to steal carlos’ girl 🫣

user9 yea she’s not carlos’ girl…womp..he’s a lame cheater

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user24 NOT HER LIKING YOUR REPLY LMFAOOO SHADY I LOVE HER

billieeilish be mine

yourusername ily.

billieeilish we’re collabing next

user67 BILLIE?

sabrinacarpenter hot girl activities.

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chappellroan beautiful girl! love the song!

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user95 Y/N…THE LYRICS ARE CRAZY

user11 did ariana write the song or y/n??

user89 pretty sure ariana wrote most of it but y/n mentioned she was doing some of the writing as well…sooo maybe 👀

lizgillz love ya both!

yourusername love you more xx

lewishamilton

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lewishamilton met gala 2024 🩶

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yourusername 🫶🏻🫶🏻

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user12 OMG?? Y/N?? LEWIS??

user7 so happy for both of them 😭 she deserves better than the way carlos treated her

user11 AHHH FREAKING OUT RN

user0 not her being a grid hopper, i see why carlos left her 💀

user93 ummm stfu you flop 😟! he cheated on her and she left him….booooo 🍅🍅 you suck

landonorris better be treating her well 😁

lewishamilton of course 😊

user94 HELPPP

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yourusername i found a good boy and he’s on my side 🫶🏻

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charles_leclerc so happy for both of you ❤️

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alexandrasaintmleux love you. you deserve nothing but the best. 😽

yourusername love you alex 🥹

lewishamilton i love you so much my gorgeous girl

yourusername love you more xx

user39 SO CUTE

[daphnalia]

and they were galpals

[mrsoharaa]

You and Miguel trip over each others feet, drunkenly, landing on the softness of your cozy bed with your back gently bouncing amongst the thick warmth of your blanket and his towering, stocky frame looming over yours protectively...admirably.

His soft hues of hazelnut irises gaze down at you with such tender and allure. Briefly glances down to the plushness of your pretty, fully lips promptly back up to your glimmering, hazy eyes. Contemplation roaming through his foggy mind.

Your gentle and sweet giggles lure him out from his thinking, eyes focusing more intently into your gorgeous eyes. Sinking and basking in the sheer beauty that resonates from your reeling optics. A lazy, half witted smile weaving across his strong cheeks.

"¿Qué es tan gracioso, preciosa?" he chimes with the same smile, watching you softly roam your tinier hands all over his wide, firm chest. Leaving a trail of arising goosebumps beneath the thin layer of his black shirt that snugged ever so nicely around his bulked stature.

"Y-you Miggy...you're so funny" you emit a small hiccup, fingers still grazing over the soft, light fabric that atoned to his fit body ever so perfectly. Your wandering irises stilling into his directly, nipping back your bottom lip as your palms smoothly, gradually glide their way up and around the juncture of his strong jaw to the back of his neck. Easing in the closeness between the two of you.

He raise a thick brow in curiosity and interest, chuckling lightly as he hums to the light invitation your fingers were hinting at, at the back of his head. Twirling and curling ever so delicately and diligently in between the soften locks of deep mahogany.

"Am I now? do share, dulzura" he keeps his adoring, flaunting smile on his beautiful face. Watching you ever so intently and longingly with every motion you'd make, consuming the intoxicating feeling of your welcoming gentle touches.

You giggle once more, another loose hiccup reverberating through your throat. Your hands clasping more securely around his neck and pull him down to meet your warm, tender lips. Hardly ghosting over the shell of his right ear.

"I can s-see you fighting back the u-urge to kiss me Miguel..." you whisper ever so daintly, smoothly deep into the depths of his ringing ears. You feel his muscles tense under your touch, arising a more coy and playful smirk to tug amongst your heated cheeks.

His head tilts lightly, lips skimming over the flush of your flawless skin, suavely rakes both of his large hands up along the strut of your calling body.

"...Would you be against it, mi amor?" his voice tremored with such lowered bass, rasp like as he grazes your cute cheeks with a teasing touch of his warm lips. Grinning oh so cheekily against the supple flesh as he feels you writhe and squirm a bit beneath him.

Your hands weave more profusely into his curly, brunette hair. Fingers curling and combing through each soften strand, as you pull him more closer towards you.

"O-of course not dummy...that's w-what I've wanted all this time" you breathe out faintly, listening to the sudden hitch of his breath settle at the back of his throat. His dilated pupils following over to remeet your coyish, yearning gaze.

It didn't take him much convincing afterwards to have his hungry lips lap over your own with such dire need and desire. A mixture of dizzying passion and aching want, fueling his ignited action against your lips. Devouring every moan, whimper and breathy gasps that slipped off your trembling, candied lips.

Diligently, wallowing in the devoted and amorous kiss.

[thesunisatangerine]

against all odds (to wait for you is all i can do) – part two

alexia putellas x photojournalist!reader

warnings: implied sexual content

(a/n in the tags) [parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve]

word count: 2.5k

You weren’t sure what woke you at first but when you opened your eyes, you found the brilliant, early morning light that streamed through a crack in the curtains. Groaning, you rubbed the sleep from your eyes, not missing the unmistakable rustling of clothes somewhere at the foot of the bed. 

Peeking over the sheets to the source of the sound, you found Ale working to put her pants back on, her bare back to you. You propped yourself against the headboard as you watched on, biting your lip at how Ale’s tattoos deliciously shifted over her rippling muscles. She picked something up from the floor before she turned towards the bed and you caught sight of the darkening marks on her neck and chest. When she saw you looking at her, she smiled, a little bashful, which you returned in kind.

“What time is it?” You cringed at how you croaked out the words.

“Early. You should go back to sleep.” Ale said, putting her bra on as she kept your gaze.

You hummed. “I could say the same for you.”

Ignoring what she said you sat up on the bed, allowing the sheets to slide down and settle by your waist as you stretched. Ale’s eyes wandered to your chest which, you supposed, bore the same marks you could see on hers, and you relished the attention. Once she found your eyes again, you sent her a knowing smirk before you left the bed, headed to the closet where you grabbed the nearest fresh shirt you had, and tossed it to Ale. 

Without even looking at the shirt, she caught it with ease. You raised your brow, both in question and in wonder. In response, Ale just smiled innocently at you. Ale pulled the shirt over her head, hiding the marks from view, then she moved towards you, her eyes dark and shining with intent.

Your body remembered last night’s endeavours before you did: every nerve in your skin lit up in anticipation for Ale’s touch, a fuse waiting for a spark. She laced an arm around your waist and pulled you flush to her front with a strength that left you breathless, her clothed body firm against your bare flesh. Without your heels she almost towered over you that you had to stand on your toes to wrap your arms around her neck. You closed your eyes when you felt the words she spoke against your temple.

“As much as I’d love to stay, I have to go.”

You sighed, unable to hide your disappointment. But what did you expect? You knew what you were getting into last night–you knew this was meant to only be a one-time thing. Besides, you were never one for relationships anyway; all your dalliances were brief and fleeting, ending before they ever got serious. Still, something about Ale pulled you to her, a force that compelled a desire to get to know her. The logical part of you already accepted the fact that you’d probably never see her again after this, but a small part of you wanted to rebel and resist that fate. 

Unsurprisingly, logic won out.

“I shouldn’t keep you, then,” you whispered against her collarbone. Ale shivered and that made you smile: it’s good to know you weren’t the only one still feeling the effects from the previous night.

“You’re not making this easy,” she whined and you laughed. 

“Alright, alright. I guess it’s time for me to let you go.”

There was a moment of silence but not an uncomfortable one. You looked at her, soaked in how her features caught the morning light, how her fair hazel eyes almost appeared like twin golden suns. You were tempted to kiss her lips then but you settled for a chaste one on her cheek instead. “Keep the shirt, to remember me by and… a thank you for last night. It was wonderful.”

“I had a good time, too,” she hummed, a small smile on her lips. 

You returned her smile, and then you gently pushed her away as you took a step back. “Go, Ale.”

Ale stood there for a moment more, took one last look at you, gave you one last smile and she was out of the bedroom. When you heard the front door shut, you sighed again as something akin to regret settled in your bones. Maybe you should’ve at least asked for her number…

“So… did you have fun?” A deep voice filtered through the speaker before you saw the familiar mop of blonde hair and blue eyes on your screen. You rolled your eyes at his dry tone but you smiled nonetheless.

“Oh hi, Derek, I’m doing fine! Thank you for asking!”

Derek gave you an unimpressed look. “Come on. I need details cause that club was exclusive for a reason. So, did you hook up with someone?”

“Dude, stop! That’s so–” you shook your head, a palm over your face. You swore if he wasn’t family you would’ve… you breathed through your nose. “Thank you for the pass and everything but I’m not obligated to tell you shit.”

“Fine, I see how it is. Just ‘cause I’m not there you’re keeping secrets from me now, huh?” He raised an exaggerated eyebrow. 

“Then maybe you should’ve come here with me,” you retorted with faux annoyance. “What’s the point of you owning a house in Barcelona if you’re not going to use it? It’s literally rotting here! The fact that you haven’t even put any personal things in here is criminal!”

“And let this agency burn down to the ground while both of us are away? Pfft, yeah, right!” Derek scoffed. “You know it’s either you or me who can keep watch around here. Besides, the house can wait and you’re using it now, right? So, a win-win in my book.”

He was right but you weren’t about to tell him that so you opted to change the topic. “How are things on your end anyway?”

“Chaotic, as usual. And it doesn’t help we’re now down two–actually, three including you–of our best in the Spot News department.”

At that, you sat up from the couch, alarm and dread filled your body and you brought the phone closer to you. “Oh my god, did something happen?” 

Derek sighed heavily, his demeanour clouded over as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “It was Jones and Gilda–they’re stable, don’t worry!–they got caught in a flash flood on the way to the base at their area. Sick with some minor injuries, Jones more so than Gilda, but thankfully they’re both okay.”

At that, you breathed out in relief. You were well acquainted with the dangers that came with your job but you could never get used to how quickly a situation could get from bad to worse. The mere thought was enough to turn your hands cold. 

“When did this happen?”

“Early morning today in our timezone.”

“Oh, fuck. Derek, why didn’t you call me?!”

“Dude, you’re on leave. And it’s not that I didn’t want to let you know, I just wasn’t about to wake you up in the middle of the night to give you this headache. I’m just about done with the paperworks anyway.” A moment silence, then Derek sighed. “You really chose the worst time to go on leave. You know, I had to send Jersey to start covering Spot.”

“Not my fault you authorised it. I was happy to wait another month, remember? Wait, so if Jersey is doing Spot, who’s doing Sports?”

“I know, I know, don’t remind me ‘cause I’m already regretting it. And no one’s doing it. Spot coverage is more important but–”

“–we get a decent sum from Sports, too,” you finished for him. You did some quick estimation in your head: a month or two without Sports could prove costly, too great of a sum to let go. You hummed, rubbing your chin, but it didn’t take you long to realise that you could help out, your mind immediately fleeted to your conversation with Ale and her suggestion.

“I’ll cover it, Derek.”

“No. You’re supposed to be enjoying your leave–”

“Derek.” You fixed a stern gaze at him, the one you knew that he knew meant your mind was made up. Then you proceeded to reassure him that it was fine, and then you told him about your plan. “Alright, then, I’ll leave the press passes to you.”

“I’ll e-mail them to you once I get ‘em, most likely by tonight your time. I–” 

“Derek, you got to see–” Another voice filtered through the speaker while you watched as Derek turned his head to the side and held his hand up to whoever it was before returning his focus back to you.

“Okay, as much as I’d love to keep talking to you, Robert just brought me a huge stack of paper so I’m going to bail.” 

“Alright. Have fun, you. Talk to you later.”

“Ha ha, very funny. But seriously, thank you.”

“No worries. Kiss Mom for me when you see her.”

“I will. Love you, sis.”

“I love you, too.”

After calling Jones and Gilda to ask about their condition and to send them your well wishes, you decided to spend the rest of your day at the nearby square and the beach. A day as good as this wasn’t meant to be wasted by staying inside so you grabbed several rolls of film and your beloved Leica camera before heading out. 

It was already late afternoon when you found yourself trudging along the shoreline of one of Barcelona’s beaches, appreciating the orange-tinged skies and how the gulls called from above. When you looked to the horizon, you found a mother and her little daughter paddle-boarding just a hundred meters from the shore. You could see almost no details in the shadows of their silhouette but the large setting sun framed them in such a way that you felt to take a shot of the moment. So you adjusted your aperture accordingly, pressed the viewfinder against your brow, lined up your shot, and pressed the shutter.

“I thought you looked familiar… And I was right.”

Your thumb froze over the advance lever when you heard someone speak from somewhere behind you. That voice… could it be?

You whipped your head over your shoulder and found none other than Ale standing there. She was wearing a pair of jean shorts, a white opened blouse that put her toned abs and Nike sports bra on display, loose hair slightly damp, with a leash in one hand that lead to a small, fluffy dog. She also had on a pair of black wraparound sunglasses that she moved to the top of her head, revealing her hazel eyes that captivated your gaze immediately.

You could hardly believe your eyes and your luck; you already accepted her fleeting presence in your life but to meet her again in a city as big as Barcelona without any means of contact… that surely was nothing short of a miracle.

“Ale, hi! I–I never thought I’d see you again,” you said after you finally found your voice but as soon as the words left your mouth, your cheeks warmed. What were you supposed to say to a one night stand in this situation, especially when you clearly wanted it to happen again?

“Me neither. I should thank Nala for dragging me out here.” Ale grinned as she glanced down at her dog by her feet. You crooned as you bent down, then you offered your hand first and only after Nala licked your knuckles did you proceed to pet her.

“Thank you, Nala, for taking your owner for a walk.” At that, a hearty laugh came from Ale which caused Nala, who seemed to be overjoyed by the sound of her owner’s delight, to yip and wag her tail. And just as quickly as she had, she seemed to get bored and began to bound forward, urging Ale to move as well so you stood up, brushed the sand from your palms, and fell in step with her. 

For a moment, the space between you was filled by the sound of the waves, the sound of the shifting sand beneath your feet, and the ever-bustling noise from the city. Then you recalled your conversation with Derek this morning.

“I thought about what you said, about covering women’s football. I’m going to be given a press pass for a match, not sure which one they’ll give me, though. But do you know of any big matches coming up?”

“Really? That’s great! Do you have any particular team in mind or…?”

“Research is still on my to-do list so no, not really. I’m all ears for suggestions, though.”

“I see. Well, there is this match coming up: Real Madrid and Barcelona. Since you don’t know, there’s rivalry between the two teams so any match between them tends to get crowded. You should come watch.” 

“That sounds like a good one. I hope that’s what they’ll get me into. Will you be there?”

“I hope so, too. And yes, I’ll be there.” As she said this, her eyes shone with a glint not dissimilar to what you saw in them the night you met. Her lips tilted to the side, closed but quirked at the corners like she was holding in a laugh. If it weren’t already clear that night, it was now–you were definitely missing something here.

“What?” You asked, confused. What was she not telling you? But at the question, Ale only let out a small giggle, grinning as she did so.

“Nothing, nothing,” she said, shaking her head. You didn’t believe her but you let it slide one more time and the fact that she looked so distracting didn’t help either.

She had her head turned to you, her loose hair framed her face and strands fluttered in the cool, ocean breeze. You had to tilt your head up slightly to meet her eyes and, without any bidding, memories from that night and the morning after filtered through your mind: the way she held you against her, the way you wanted her to stay… maybe you should ask her if she was free tonight.

“–what do you have in mind?”

You blinked. “What?”

Ale threw her head back, letting out another hearty laugh before she looked at you and you saw amusement swimming in her eyes. Then, she continued with a smirk, “you asked if I was free tonight. I said yes. Or… was I not meant to hear that?”

Your ears and cheeks burnt while you internally cursed your slippery tongue.  That was smooth. Real smooth. “Ummm…”

You woke the next morning with a delicious soreness between your thighs, a pleasant reminder of the way Ale ravished you last night. Similar to the first morning after, you heard the rustling of clothes being put on. But before you could fully open your eyes, warmth from Ale’s lips branded the skin on your shoulder. 

“I have to go. See you next time?” Ale murmured softly. You shifted slightly to the side and you saw how the sunlight behind her gilded her hair with an amber halo and made her eyes appear like molten gold. 

Brushing a loose strand behind her ear, you hummed in confirmation and pressed your forehead sleepily against the sharp line of her jaw, closing your eyes as you did so and you whispered, “you know where to find me.”

[myuminji]

[not ship/ not romantic]

nai who's full of love instead of hatred. Nai who's full of love instead of fear. nai who knows only to love, that all he knows is love. and he hates that it's the only thing he can do—loving. being alone. loving. never loved.

and he hates the things that made him love: his love for rem, his love for the plants, his love for his brother. all his life he'd loved and love and love, and he's tired of loving despite never knowing what love is.

[soup-child]

[vellichorsdesire]

definitely do not think about being called tons of masc terms by an f/o. if you’re comfortable with it of course, they make sure before doing so. maybe they start with calling you the petnames/nicknames they’d usually use for you, calling you handsome along with it (‘hey, handsome man’ or a ‘hi, my sweet, handsome boy.’) maybe you like being called pretty boy too, they’d definitely ask first. maybe they focus on the features they adore the most about you.

maybe you ask to be reassured with such words because you feel comforted by it and they don’t mind doing so, but in the end they really do think those sweet things that they mumble in your ear.

[totally-not-an-awkward-okapi]

Still thinking about that little angel I dreamt about a bit ago so I’ve been binging other angel stuff and felt inspired to try to draw him as @hoaxghost ‘s style of angel.

[iloveyouinred]

Mentor!Tighnari x Reader

𓇬♡ | Warning: NSFW, degrading, Tighnari is a meanie, kind of animal(what)

In which, you were so dumb and Ignorant, he need to fuck it out of you.

"Dumb girl. At least your body can accept me well." He dragged his cock along your rigged walls. Wet squelch quitely filled your bedroom. Your body bent on the smooth surface of the wooden desk, with books under your chin. Drool almost colours its pages if not for his attentive nature. He lift your head slightly, just enough to move the book from below you.

"Look at you. What a mess." You can hear his exasperated sigh. Feeling his stare at your hopeless state. You don't need him to judge you after he took a hit on his anger and pin you down the table to fuck you. He never had enough patience to teach you. There is always little thing that you do, be it how you fiddle with your short skirt when he comments on your assignment's answer. Or how you never give up and redo your assignment to please his standards, with those top that hanging just a little bit too low when you bend to write down your answer on the paper. Giving him a peek of your thin line of cleavage. And by how you blush every time his skin makes contact with yours, you were inviting. And he gladly accepted.

His ears perked up. Twitching as he releases his seeds deep in you. You could feel his cock is different with its rigid surface, giving you overstimulation everytime he pounds back into you, forcing your soft walls open, sucking around him as his head makes a knot on your insides. As if ready to breed you. At that point, even if you tried to get away from him, you won't be able to pull off his cock. Whatever the case, he forces your body down while your ass up struggling with his quick thrusts. Hand gripping the back of your neck, giving it enough restrain that remind you of a dog on a leash.

"Tig- hah -nari! Ah! Nghah! Hah!" He grunts as he feels you tighten around him, seemingly close. He pounds faster, deeper to race with you, giving you the stimulation you needed. At this point your mind is too dumb to learn anything. You just want to be breed like this everyday by him. Maybe it suit you better. After all tighnari was right. You are dumb based on his dictionary. You drool as he send one deep thrust that possibly enter your womb before pouring his warm liquid. Breeding you full of his offspring. He will keep you in his knot for the while before he let go of your fucked up body. Giving you time to clean up yourself before anyone in your family come home. But he promise to come back the next day. You still need much more learning. He is your tutor after all, what would he do instead of teaching you diligently everyday, every hours you are free. He might start rewarding you if you do good enough.

[bluejeanstrash]

manspread.

pt. 2 mansplain, pt. 3 manipulate

okay but arrogant and borderline chad cheol who’s your college dorm mate. you were high-key into him when you saw him move in, and even flirted with him at the housewarming party. but then he opened his mouth and you realised everything that comes out of it is insufferable. 

and now, it’s dorm movie night and he’s sitting on the couch manspreading like a fucking douchebag who couldn’t give a fuck that you’re smushed in the corner. throughout the movie his thigh is pressed right up against yours which makes you feel kind of lightheaded. halfway through, one of your dorm mates heads to bed while the other steps out for a smoke but cheol still doesn’t move.

annoyed, you get up to leave and ask why he can’t sit like a normal fucking person and he throws his head back and laughs at your question, making you feel slightly self conscious. he tells you his cock is too fat and he needs the space to sit comfortably. you scoff, disgusted, but can’t help but wonder if there’s any truth in that sentence. he asks if you don’t believe him and want to see. he’s messing with you but it makes you feel something in the pit of your stomach. but you roll your eyes and tell him you’d rather die and go to your room. 

still drunk from the night, you lie down. the room’s spinning but your thoughts keep circling back to cheol. his heavy eyes with those pretty pretty lashes, those thick thighs that fill out his sweatpants so well, that silver ring that sits on his veiny hands, and his thick dick?…you wonder how it would feel if he slapped it against your face. you doze off thinking about him.

2 hours later you wake up at midnight with a dry mouth, feeling tipsy and thirsty…so fucking thirsty. you stumble over to the kitchen and see cheol still watching tv - legs spread and hands behind his head. the room is dark except for a single light and the flickering light from the tv.

he looks at you and asks if you’ve changed your mind. you ignore him and grab a drink of water but can’t help but look over at him. his hair is messy in front of his eyes and it irritates you. you want to push it back. ‘can you even see anything?’ you don’t know why you’re asking. he says he can see everything he wants to see and stares at you a second too long. you feel your cheeks burning as you look around the kitchen for something to eat. you’re not hungry but you don’t want to leave yet. the air is oppressive but intoxicating. 

as you struggle to reach for a snack on the top shelf, cheol gets up and stands behind you to grab it. his entire body is pressed up against you and you know you want him. fuck it you think and turn around - nothing that happens between 12 am to 4 am counts anyway.

he looks down, a faint smirk on his lips, as if he knew this was always going to happen, and kisses you, pushing you up against the counter. you grab onto his body to steady yourself and fuck, he feels so thick, so strong, so solid. you know you’ll regret this in the morning.

he pushes his tongue into your mouth and as your kisses become sloppier, you feel his cock growing against you. you look down to see his dick print forming in his sweatpants and feel almost feral. you have to know how thick it is.

‘come’ he grabs you by the throat ‘let me show you’ he says almost like he’s read your mind and drags you to the couch. he sits, legs spread as you kneel in front of him, scrambling to get his sweatpants off. he chuckles, satisfied by your desperation.

he grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls to make you look up at him ‘who knew you were such an easy slut’ he says and smiles at you so sweetly, dimples and all. it’s sickening but it makes you feel that familiar knot in your stomach. the sweet sound of degradation.

it also makes you pull his sweatpants off faster. as you pull them down, you muffle a gasp. fuck, it’s definitely better than what you were imagining just 2 hours ago. his cock is thick and heavy, and when you wrap your hand around it your fingertips almost don’t touch. ‘mmmh’ he lets out a lazy moan as you start to jerk him off.

‘put it in your mouth’ he says a few seconds later. how dare he tell you what to do. asshole. you can’t stand him. yet…you reach forward and take him in your mouth. but it’s difficult. he’s too thick and you’re having a hard time opening your mouth that wide.

‘too big for you?’ he asks, already knowing the answer. ‘lick then’ he says putting just the tip in and starts to jerk off in your mouth. ‘look at me while i use your fucking mouth like a fleshlight...’ like reflex, you legs squeeze together at his words. shit.

you feel his body shake as he laughs at you. a loud mocking laugh. ‘did hearing that turn you on? pathetic…’ he jerks off with one hand, while the other grabs at the tank top you’re wearing and pulls it down, exposing your tits. he squeezes them, twisting and pulling at your nipples before letting go. 

you look up at him. you can’t believe you’re kneeling in the middle of the common living room with your tits spilling out, licking cheols cock. it’s humiliating. how did this happen? what’s wrong wi-

he notices you start to think and instantly slaps his cock against your face. he doesn’t want you to think, he wants you to be stupid and suck. it works. his cock feels so heavy and big and you love the sound it makes as it hits you. it’s hypnotic.

he slaps it again as you look at him, lips parted and your eyes slightly glazed over. at that moment cheol promises himself he needs to see you like this again.

he needs to see you completely thoughtless, just mindlessly craving his cock. he can’t wait. 

‘open your mouth’ you obey. he takes three of his fingers and pushes them in, fucking your mouth with his fingers. ‘try again’ he says pulling his fingers out and rubbing the saliva across your mouth. you lean forward and as you slowly start bobbing up and down, taking a little more every time, a dull ache spreads across your jaw. ‘fuuughck…that’s it…’ he groans.

‘again’ as you continue sucking him off, you feel your jaw start to loosen up a bit. suddenly, he pushes the back of your head down with his hands as he bucks his hips up, his dick hitting the back of your throat. he holds you there counting down ‘3, 2, 1’ and releases as you start coughing. ‘there you go…see? all you’ll need is a little practice’

your stomach turns at his words. why is talking like this is going to happen again?

‘breathe..’ there’s a strange silence as you try to catch your breath - it feels like an invitation to stop if you want.

but you don’t want to stop. you want him.

so, you take his cock in your hand and start to jerk him off again, bending to lick his balls. ‘hmmn, fuck yes’ he leans back on the couch, his t-shirt riding up to show a hint of his toned stomach, hands interlocked behind his head, and eyes shut as he smiles lazily to himself. he’s never looked hotter.

‘okay now’ he opens his eyes a few minutes later and starts gathering your hair into a ponytail. ‘you going to make me cum?’ it’s not a question.

with a tight grip on your hair he pushes you down onto his cock and starts to fuck your face.

‘good slut’ he groans his rhythmic thrusts starting to get a little sloppy. ‘i’m going to cum in your dirty little mouth and you’re going to drink up every last drop...understand?’ he asks as you moan in response, your pussy throbbing. 

‘fuck’ you hear his breathing becoming heavier. 

you feel yourself getting wetter the more aggressive his thrusts become and when his hips start moving frantically, you know he’s close.

‘fuck…fuck…fu..’ he groans with a final thrust as warm cum starts to fill your mouth. he holds your head down as he continues cumming, his cock twitching.

you feel yourself running out of breath as you desperately push him back but he holds you in place for a second longer and then lets go. you gasp for air, cum and saliva spluttering out of your mouth. you’re a mess. 

you feel cheol staring at you as you try to pull yourself together. you can tell he’s pleased with how used you look. he grins, scooping the cum dripping out and pushes it back in your mouth. ‘i said every. last. drop’

you lick the excess from his fingers without thinking. your head’s reeling from the lack of oxygen and your mouth feels worn out. but there’s a feeling…a strange satisfying feeling that you can’t put a word to.

you look up at him. he’s sitting just like he was a couple of hours ago - relaxed, satisfied, cocky. you hate him.

‘you did good’ he wipes the saliva around your mouth. ‘next time i’ll allow you to cum on my face. hmm? how’s that sound?’ he asks so sweetly it almost feels condescending.

‘there’s not going to be a next time’ somehow your words don’t sound too convincing.

he smiles. it’s like he knows something you don’t.

‘yes, there will’

smug asshole. you really fucking hate him.

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