#so what i do rec is important

[essektheylyss]

Okay but for real, please download Merlin, the Cornell-based bird-logging app. It is so great. It will tell you about birds in your area. It will make you so insufferable on hikes and outings. It doesn't have any comments section so if this site gets nuked do NOT try to find me there but know that that's where I'm hanging. Having a great time birdwatching. Logging the bluejay that bullies my cats. Helping researchers track where birds are for climate change-related population monitoring. 10/10, highly recommend getting a life and doing some silly birdwatching.

[hella1975]

you ever have a fic get you in such a chokehold you start pacing your room and talking to yourself

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Phullo it is I again!

I am very glad that you actually responded and given me an actual advice since I was worried about the question I sent you.

Though besides that I have another question for you (hoorayyy)!

So, about the reading books earlier- I’m fortunately a bookworm too! It’s just that I notice I prefer reading the genre science fiction/psychological horror more than… anything else!

And while the books I am currently reading, ‘Flowers For Algernon’ and ‘I’m Thinking Of Ending Things’ (these books are seriously so wonderfully made they make want to tear my walls), DO have romantic aspects of it- it’s not really the main plot of the story..

‘Flowers For Algernon’ has amazing storytelling and is very unique- though I’m not sure if you’ve read it before but, it’s actually just the main character taking notes. Hence why there was a lot misspellings which honestly makes it a great touch if you know the context behind it.

On the other hand, ‘I’m Thinking Of Ending Things’ too shares the same uniqueness as the other, possibly even more unique if I must say so myself. Though I REALLY don’t want to make my story similar to them since I want to make it more heart warming than fucked up..

Which is why I feel like I have the need to borrow or buy at least one romantic book because, I lack of it. I mean I accidentally borrowed it one time but it was kind of disappointing.

I don’t know if its a good idea and if I should do it or not since does it really matter of the genre, or just the writing?

Still, if you have any good books that are in the romance genre. Feel free to recommend some to me!

-lots of love, from another bookworm

welcome back! happy to hear you're a bookworm as well <3 im writing those titles down since i read a criminal lack of sci-fi despite loving it

i actually don't have any straight up romance recs - i don't actively search it out (outside of fanfic), so any romance i read just comes with whatever book i've picked up. just straight up romance bores me, unless its a fic with a pairing i actively like. and even then, i need to take breaks from it unless the romance is interspersed with an actual plot. im not a romantically-geared person! i dont have single Main Plot Is Romance book on my shelves!

but imo its really just the quality of writing that helps. ive never been in a romance, im the child of two different divorces, and yet ive been told that i write romance fairly well. go fuckin figure lmao.

so actually my advice on romance is to just like. wow idk what i do is pick apart the romances i see on tv / in writing. what makes them good together, how do they act around each other, what are their love languages, what's their dynamic, what traditional romance things do they partake in, what dont they partake in, do they have anything nontraditional, do they work and why do / they dont they - does that make their relationship more interesting or is it flat. are they a good match.

you don't have to have every answer, but ive found that at least understanding their characters / dynamics, and having them interact in a way that suits them will help your romance feel natural. dont conform to tropes or tradition, that will just make the relationship flat and unrealistic. and you can always sprinkle in little things that you like / would like, which will help ground the romance and get you into the groove

tldr with romance, i think it's better to observe real life (whether that's paying attention to couples or reading reddit threads) & analyze in-love or in-a-relationship characters instead of just reading romance novels. bc honestly, and from what i can tell, they can tend to be over the top or cookie cutter

just realized you did not explicitly ask for romance advice! Oopsie! i got a little carried away here....

[quevadilla]

if you think about it this song is steddie coded

[sixty-silver-wishes]

*snickering and rubbing my hands together thinking of all the classic films I can introduce people to now that the writer’s guild is on strike and mainstream tv will slow down*

[tenok]

.

[birlwrites]

Ooo do you have any characters that you dislike fanonically or canonically

of course i do ajlghskgjdf, i just save my ranting for dms and group chats with other people who i know also don't like them. u never know when someone who follows you really loves a character you despise

and same goes for ships - i'll totally complain about certain widespread portrayals that irk me, as we have all witnessed over the past couple of days, but even with jegulus, as i've said, it's not that i have anything against the ship inherently - i'm just extremely annoyed by it swamping the rosewater tag and it's been a long while since i've seen a take on the ship that really gets my attention. i personally look for characterization that feels fresh in a fic, and a lot of jegulus fic that i've seen leans on the exact same stock character types, which is not a condemnation of the ship itself

as for the question of whether there are characters i dislike fanonically - there are certainly portrayals of characters that i don't like, and some of them are common, but i hesitate to go so far as to call that a dislike of the character themself, even with the softening 'fanonically' or 'canonically' after it. i'm generally optimistic about the potential of characters and ships, and fanon is rarely clearly defined anyway

so, like, i'll complain on here about portrayals i don't like, and about canon, but i try to save the petty dislikes and the loathing rants about entire characters or ships for a private audience of people who i know for sure won't be hurt by what i have to say. gotta put a lid on it somewhere ajflshgkjsdf

[allthepresidentsmen1976]

if anyone has any favourite films directed by women i'd really appreciate it if you sent them to me !!! was looking through my letterboxd and realised i've seen like 13 films directed by women this year, a bit pitiful given how many i've watched . so ! fixing that :^)

[whump-kia]

I MADE A WHUMP EVENT: get ready for July folks

welcome to the Whumperless Whump Event of July! for your sickfic, situational, and completely apersonal whump needs--comfort included, of course.

Image transcripts, tagging rules, and guidelines under the cut!

RULES

Any and all art types allowed! GIFs, drawings, music, writing, etc.

NO AI ALLOWED

OCs and Fandom works alike are welcome :)

Trigger and content tag. Even if the prompt explicitly requires the content (eg. Vomiting), still tag emetophobia

If enough interest is showed, I will make an Ao3 collection

IMPORTANT:

There are NO OTHER RULES. Do one prompt! Do seven! Do em all! Repeat the same prompt six days in a row! Switch them around and do them all out of order! Post them eight months after the event is over! Finish the prompt list early! Write one long-ass story that deals with every prompt or do a one-sentence drabble for each one! Recommend your favorite scenes regarding the prompt! Write, draw, sing, play music, make playlists, do fic recs or show recs or episode recs or book recs, fucking crochet or something! DO WHAT IS THE VIBE. DO WHAT'S FUN.

TAGGING

Tag with, per example: #whumperless whump event day 1, #whumperless day 1: [prompt], and #whumperless whump event

Tag me (@whump-kia) please! If not, I may not see it or be able to reblog it!

If desired, tag the medium you used!

Again, make sure to trigger tag and content warn

Prompts (text):

Emergency First Aid: Self-done stitches / Alcohol as sanitizer / “It's just a scratch, I've had worse.”

Does your insurance cover this?: Car accident / Bystander caretaker / “Eyes open, ambulance is almost here.”

Like a record, baby: Vertigo / Struggling to stand / “Is the room spinning, or is it just me?”

It's every day bro: Chronic pain / Massage / “I'm used to it.”

Stealing my breath (give it back): Wheezing / Light-headed / “I'll count, you just breathe.”

Summer is a curse: Heat Stroke / Panting / “Why don't we… find some shade, quick?”

Accidental Cryotherapy: Falling through a frozen lake / Hypothermia / “Hey, c'mon, you gotta stay awake.”

Put your head on my shoulder: Migraine / Light & Sound Sensitivity / “I can close the curtains…”

White and red handkerchief: Coughing up blood / Can't speak / “You just can't shake that cough, can you?”

Your work is never finished: Forced to work while ill / Workplace emergency / “...sit down, I'm calling HR.”

A minor annoyance: Stuffy nose / Hate to be sick / “I'm fine, I can work.”

It's going down (I'm yelling timber): Building collapse / Trapped under rubble / “I can't move my legs.”

It's just a pebble: Avalanche / Stuck in the mountains / “Well, this wasn't how I thought the hiking trip would go.”

Lay down your sword: Fighting back a cold / Cuddling / “Just let yourself be sick so you can get better.”

I'm going down (you're yelling timber): Passing out / Exhaustion / “I've got you, let's sit down, I've got you.”

Say goodbye to filters: Half-conscious / Delirious / “You would never say that in your right mind…”

In hot water: Dangerously high fever / Cool baths / “We have to get that number down somehow.”

I don't see it: Hallucinations / Fever dreams / “It's just a nightmare. You're safe.”

The whump morning after: Tending to injuries / Domestic hurt comfort / “Let's check the bandages, okay?”

It's not fun if you're panicking: Stuck in an elevator / Claustrophobia / “Get me out.”

Where's the exit: Lost / Stuck in the wilderness / “Surely someone will notice we're gone.”

Better out than in: Nervous Stomach / Vomiting / “I got your hair, it's fine.”

Well, that doesn't taste right: Accidentally poisoned / Allergic reaction / “My tongue feels like bees, is that normal?”

Be one with the fish: Drowning / Rescue Breaths / “Why did you think that was a good idea?!”

We didn't start the fire: Severe burns / Running into flames / “I know it hurts. Breathe.”

That's no barn spider: Venomous bite / Arachnophobia / “You'll be okay, we can help.”

What's your name again?: Concussion / Temporary Amnesia / “I don't remember what happened to me.”

Nothing behind the eyes: Fully unconscious / Force feeding / “It's just me, go back to sleep.”

Wrong place, wrong time: Robbery / One of many hostages / “Stay behind me, I can take a hit.”

I don't mean to get emotional: Fear / Breaking point / “I can't stop crying, I'm sorry--”

Only way out is through: Tunnel collapse / Accidental Journey / “We can't just sit here and wait.”

ALTERNATES:

Seizure

Choking

Withdrawal

Mugged

Wild animal attack

Hangover

Strain/sprain

Broken bone

Bloody nose

Panic attack

[soracities]

Do you have any recs for beginners who want to write poetry? I love your blog so much!

there's a list of starter poetry recommendations for reading poetry here. For writing poetry I would recommend essays and nonfiction by poets: Upstream by Mary Oliver, Still Life with Lemons by Mark Doty, Now and Then: The Poet's Choice Columns by Robert Hass. If there are specific poets you like and admire, I would read their interviews to see how they themselves approach poetry and writing. I would also subscribe to Devin Kelly's Ordinary Plots substack, Padraig Ó'Tuama's Poetry Unbound (substack and podcast), and the On Being podcast's interviews with poets. There's also this section on The Poetry Society of America which features poets and writers interacting with either their own work, other's work, or simply discussing different aspects of writing and experiencing poetry.

I would also recommend really familiarising yourself with the technical aspects of poetry: poetic structures, rhyming schemes, language and all its textures etc., because those are the essential building blocks more than anything else. Practice writing poems following established formats: try your hand at an abcderian poem, or a sonnet, or a tanka, or a villanelle--the structural limitations are a good way to force yourself to really think about what you want to say and how you want to say it.

At the end of the day, the most important thing if you want to write is to read widely, and read often--and practice and practice and practice again. Learning to write anything is like training a muscle and you have to train and work it consistently. Hope this helps and best of luck with your writing endeavours anon 🤍

[petitesmafia]

hc thinking about Chuuya being that nonchalant friend who never really talks about if he's having a hard time or if he just went through some rough shit so whenever Shirase calls to catch up he's just baffled as hell

Shirase: so i ordered a large fried rice and the delivery guy brought me a MEDIUM Chuuya: that's unacceptable Shirase: i know right? btw bro ur eye bags are looking a lil dark Chuuya: yeah busy day yesterday. a dragon attacked the city so i had to handle that Shirase: Shirase: excuse me? Chuuya: so did they refund u the difference for the rice Shirase: no no no. PAUSE go back wdym DRAGON? Chuuya: there was a dragon. i got called in and i also owed the guy so i just handled it. it's fine i just need some sleep. btw u should stop eating so much takeout and just learn to cook Shirase: what goes on

Shirase: kinda annoyed today like the bus was 20min late. i should really get a car Chuuya: do u even have ur license Shirase : that's not important rn. do u have any recs since ur car's nice Chuuya: i guess it was nice Shirase: wdym "was"? did u upgrade Chuuya: no it blew up Shirase: what Chuuya: it's gone Shirase: HOW did BLOW UP???? Chuuya: no idea. but seriously u should look into getting a license before driving around bc what are u gonna do if u get caught

Shirase: lemme tell u the craziest thing happened yesterday. bumped into this girl at a cafe and we got to talking and guess what? she knows yuan! Chuuya: really? Shirase: yeah i wanted to tell u yesterday but u didn't call me back Chuuya: sorry i got trapped in some guy's book Shirase: Shirase: huh Chuuya: it was some mystery novel with a bunch of killers. i just fought everybody to get out so it's chill Shirase: what are u talking about Chuuya: enough about me tho. so how's yuan doing

basically it’s always Shirase just asking why Chuuya didn’t tell him about these crazy events and Chuuya’s just like “I don’t like making a big deal out of things. I don’t think it’s that serious” and Shirase is like YES IT IS???

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Oh! Oh! Can we by any chance, recommend some WH fanfics to you?

technically yes! but im saying it now, ive gone through ao3's WH section with a fiiiiiine toothed comb & have been watching it like a Hawk, so i have probably seen any recs i may receive

[babyleostuff]

stupid in love | jeon wonwoo

song rec: stupid in love

fluff 𐙚 established relationship 𐙚 idol!wonwoo x gn!reader 𐙚 wc: 928

“why don’t we get married in las vegas?” 

you looked over at your boyfriend who was doing his usual gaming business, while you laid on the bed upside down with your head hanging down from the edge of the bed, bored out of your mind. 

“whatever you want baby,” he sighed, clearly not paying attention to what you had just said. your boyfriend wasn’t the type to make rash decisions, especially when it came to something as important as marriage, hell - he was scared of getting married, so it was clear as day that he was ignoring you.  

you pursed your lips, and rolled your eyes annoyed. your plan on pranking wonwoo clearly wasn’t working, and sadly that was your last idea of keeping yourself occupied while your boyfriend was busy playing cute cat games instead of spending time with you. 

“it’s not like we need a guest list, right?” 

he only hummed in agreement, still not paying much attention to your words. 

“mingyu could be the groomsman,” you kept talking to yourself, twirling one of your hair strands around your finger. “oh, and we could get matching tattoos! that’d be so much-” 

“we could get what?” wonwoo turned around in his chair at the speed of light, looking at you with pure horror in his eyes.

“seriously? out of everything i’ve been saying for the past twenty minutes that’s what you chose to hear?” you huffed, and pulled yourself up to sit properly on the bed, fixing the sleeves of the sweater you stole from him.  

“chose to hear?” he tilted his head, and took off his headphones, looking at you with the biggest puppy eyes. now he’s giving you the full attention. bastard. “i’ve been listening to you for the whole time, honey.” 

liar. 

“okay,” you smiled innocently, walking over to where he was sitting. two can play this game. “so who do you want to be your groomsman? i was thinking mingyu, but you know,” you sighed dramatically, cupping his cheek. “maybe you don’t agree with me, maybe you want someone else.” 

you plopped down on his lap, still cupping his cheek to make sure his eyes were on you, although that wasn’t really necessary anymore. wonwoo was looking at you with big, scared eyes with his glasses at the tip of his nose. it seemed that the word “groomsman” had caught his attention now.  

“and after the wedding we could get matching tattoos,” your hands quickly found their way into his hair that was getting so long. not that you were complaining. “as a wedding gift,” you smiled sweetly at him, kissing his nose. 

even though his eyes were screaming send help, your boyfriend looked like the cutest bean ever. sometimes it was worth being a menace. 

“baby you know i love you,” he said slowly, obviously trying to figure out how to tell you that he did in fact not want to get married in las vegas without hurting your feelings. “and you know i’d do anything for you,” he continued, mirroring you and cupping your cheek as well. 

“but don’t you think it’s a bit too soon to think about marriage? and no offense, but i don’t want mingyu to be my groomsman,” he swallowed nervously waiting for your reaction. 

wonwoo frowned as you bursted out laughing, your whole body literally shaking. you buried your face in his neck, and wrapped your arms tightly around his broad shoulders. “why are you laughing? stop making fun of me,” you could hear the cute pout in his voice, something that happened a lot more lately. 

“i’m not making fun of you, i promise,” you cooed, kissing his cheek. “i was just trying to get your attention.”

“why didn’t you just tap me on the shoulder or something? you really scared me with all of that marriage talk!” he exclaimed, trying his best to look offended. 

“and where’s the fun in that, hm?” you smiled and tilted your head. “besides, you heard only the last part of my “marriage talk”, jeon wonwoo, so don’t be a baby about it.” 

he sighed, running his thumb over your cheek. “sorry i wasn’t paying attention to you, i jus-” 

“it’s okay,” you laughed, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. “i was just bored, and in a mood to annoy you. don’t worry about the whole marriage thing, i was just joking. besides, las vegas is the last place we’re getting married,” you bumped your nose with his, and heard him exhale in relief. 

“you know,” he murmured, placing a kiss on the top of your head. “valentine's day is coming up and i have a few days off from work then, and you've always wanted to see paris, so maybe instead of the wedding in las vegas, we could fly to paris for a few days?” 

you placed your chin on his chest looking up at him. “what did i do to deserve you?” 

“i’m asking myself the same question everyday.” 

you both stared at each other for a moment before you both burst out laughing again.

"that was so corny, jeez," you snorted, finally adjusting your boyfriend's glasses, pushing them further up his nose. wonwoo just shook his head and kissed your cheek.

“but if i'm being honest," he said shyly. "no matter how much i fear marriage, i can't wait for the day when we share the last name,” wonwoo cupped your cheeks again, pulling your face to his until his lips were hovering over yours. 

“i’m just so stupid in love with you.” 

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[recaltera]

pretty when you beg

pairing: enzo vogrincic x fem reader

🏷 smut (minors dni) teasing, underwear kink(?), oral (f rec), overstim, orgasm countdown, orgasm control, hard dom enzo and kinda mean enzo if u squint, spitting

a/n: (IMPORTANT!!) hiii this is my first fic ever i hope u like it :D if u wanna i can also translate into spanish so more people can read it. please let me know what u think and if u have any requests let me know in the ask box thingy, i write for everyone in lsdln’s cast. tyvm !! have a good day/night mwah ♡

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deep breaths was all that could be heard, his lips trailing down from your neck to your abdomen. leaving a trail of wet kisses on his way to your clothed cunt.

he kept teasing you tonight, you went out to celebrate your three months together and instead of being all romantic and lovey-dovey, he was whispering the dirtiest things into your ears. but to be honest, you weren’t complaining at all, that’s one of the many things you loved about him, how dirty he could get, even in the most innocent occasions.

— going to fuck you so good tonight, angel.

all you could do was blush and giggle it off.

so here he was kissing your clit through your black laced panties you wore just for him tonight over and over again. it felt so good, yet it wasn’t enough, you needed more.

— enzo, please

he used his thumb to rub over your lips, something he did when he wanted you to open your mouth for him, wether it meant he wanted you to suck him off, or just make you suck in his fingers. however, this time he leaned over to spit in your mouth. and you gladly opened up and swallowed for him.

— shut the fuck up.

you kept bucking your hips into his face, but to no avail cause he ended up pinning you to the mattress, with his slender, pretty fingers sprawled out on your stomach. the fingers you oh so wanted somewhere else. the fingers you had spent HOURS thinking about.

as he was busy making out with your clothed pussy, kissing and sucking here and there, making the lace panties wet with his saliva. you were getting desperate to feel something, anything. you took his fingers into your own hands and guided them where you needed him the most.

— nuh uh, i want you to cum because of my mouth tonight.

you groaned when he finally took your panties off and kissed your inner thighs… slowly. still teasing you.

— fuck please, please, give me something.

and so he did, he kissed your now bare clit and started sucking on it like a desperate, starved man. the sounds he made while eating u out were like music to your ears.

he kept alternating between licks and flicks to your bud until you came, kissing your clit over and over to ride out your high. just to get off the bed and look for your favorite vibrator. he put it on a medium speed and pressed it lightly over your clit making you moan a little too loud from the overstimulation.

— s’too much enzo, no. no. no. no, stop it.

but he knew you didn’t want him to stop, if you did actually want that you would have used your safe word. he knew how fucking greedy you were. how no matter how many times he made you cum, if he wanted you to cum again then that’s what you’d do. you’d do anything to please him. anything for him.

he pressed it harder and started dragging it along your folds only stopping once the toy was on your clit again. he loved seeing your fucked out face, and how just by playing with the bundle of nerves he could get you to look like a mess; legs sprawled out and open for him, cunt red and glistening with your own juices and his spit. it was quite the sight if you asked him.

once you had relaxed and let him have his way with you for a couple of minutes, he used his index finger to put the toy on the highest setting. making the vibrations buzz around your whole body. making you shake because of the pleasure he was providing you.

he knew you were close, he already knew every part of your body, what you liked and what you didn’t. how to make u cum, how to get you on your knees for him, and how you reacted when you were about to hit your orgasm, so without moving the toy away from you, he leaned down, sticking his tongue inside of u going in and out at a fast pace. making you close your legs around his head for that extra feeling. you were so close to the edge, literally about to let go when he says;

— you cant cum until i say so.

he proceeded to begin with his 10 second countdown he loved to do when he wanted you to beg and cry for him. he loved hearing how desperate you were to cum for him. how pretty you looked with tears in your eyes.

“10… 9…”

— m’so close please

you could literally feel the tears in your eyes.

“8… 7… 6…”

— i don’t think i’ll last, please let me cum

“5… 4… 3…“

— please please please

“2…“

— fuck enzo

“1…”

— cum baby, make a mess for me, hm?

you came, you came so fucking hard letting him guide you through it.

— good job, angel. hope you are aware of the fact that we are not finished yet. or is my little doll too dumb to think right now?

he said with a pout on his lips, faking sympathy at your fucked out state. and you would be lying if you said you didn’t want whatever the fuck it was this beautiful man standing in front of you wanted to give you.

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[samandcolbyownme]

Summary: anon request - "sam and colby making a sex tape with reader?!?!"

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, mentions of alcohol, unprotected sex, double penetration, fingering, oral (all rec), hair pulling, rough actions, dirty talk, pet names, creampies, filth

Word count: 3.9k | not edited

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"What are you doing lately, miss y/n?" Michelle asks as she crosses her leg over her other, leaning back to sip her drink.

You glance up at Sam and Colby, who are smiling and laughing while talking with their friends.

You look back to your friend, "Oh you know, just the usual adventuring and YouTubing."

She smiles and nods, "Yeah I just seen you surpassed three million." She holds her glass out and you clink yours with hers. She takes a sip, pointing to you, "I'm proud of you."

You smile, "Thank you. It hasn't been easy, but we're getting somewhere."

"And another round of tequila shots for this table." The waitress says setting down the tray and everyone cheers, already slightly drunk.

"Thank you!" You say taking your shot glass, "What are we cheersing to?"

"To y/n. For making to three million." Colby winks at you and you can feel the heat in your cheeks rising and it doesn't help when Sam looks at you with his smirk, "To y/n."

"No.. no.. there's no-"

"To y/n." They all cut you off, clinking their small glasses before taking them. A few people let out a groan and you laugh as you suck on your lime wedge.

"Oh my god. I love this song." Michelle gets up, "Come dance with me!" You look down at your empty glass, "Let me get a refill and I'll meet you out there."

She nods and runs over with a few of the other girls, dancing and singing as they do.

You look up and Sam and Colby are staring at you, "Yes?"

They shake their heads and Colby scoots down in the booth to sit in front of you, "Just admiring how good our girl looks." He winks and nods down, "I'll get you a drink."

You smile, "Thank you."

Sam moves down, "He's right. You look fantastic, babe."

"Sam." You whisper leaning in, "Careful."

He rolls his eyes, "Please. They're all drunk, they don't care." You smirk, glancing over at the rest of the group laughing and taking more shots, "You're right."

You, Sam and Colby all talked and agreed to keep your relationship as secret as possible, mainly because you weren't sure how everyone would react to you guys being a thruple.

You didn't think your friends would care, they'd be asking questions for sure, but Sam and Colby's fan base, along with yours, you just weren't sure yet.

You didn't really care what they thought, normal was so fucking overrated anyway. It was more or less you didn't want Sam and Colby to lose viewers for it, that was important to them.

You look over and lean over slightly as Colby extends his arm out, drink in hand, "Here you go, my love."

You smile, "Thank you." You take a sip, "Mm. This is delicious."

He sits down next to Sam, "Thought you'd like it." He slides Sam drink over to him and sighs, "Thought you were going to dance?"

You glance over at Michelle and the others and sigh, "Yeah, I probably should." You stand up, resting your hands flat on the table, "I know I'm reaching my limit soon."

"How come?" Colby smirks leaning in. You look over at him, leaning in closer to both him and Colby, "Because I'm starting to wonder why we aren't having sex yet."

You bite your lip, slowly pushing yourself up off the table.

"Yeah I'm starting to wonder that myself." Sam brings his glass to his lips and Colby nods, "Mhm." You smirk, laughing as you grab your drink, "Later."

You walk over, dancing as you walk up to your friends. Soon enough, you find yourself being drug up to the bar, your friends egging you to take more shots, and you do.

You slam the fifth one down, waving your hands as you laugh, "No, no. No more." You shake your head, "I'm good."

"Oh come on, y/n! It's a special night." Michelle shakes your arm slightly and you smirk, sighing, "Fine. One." You hold up one finger, "I mean one more."

"Yes! Okay!" She waves to the bartender and he walks over, "I need.." she looks around to make sure everyone is still there, "Five more tequila shots please."

He nods and walks away to get them and Michelle turns to you, "So how does it feel?"

You look up at her from your bar stool, "How does what feel?"

"You know.. getting to hang out with Sam and Colby all the time?" She sips her drink and raises her eyebrows, "You know lots of girls would kill to be in your position."

You laugh slightly, "I mean, I've known them for a while." You shrug, "It's always something new."

"Now.." she laughs slightly and sighs, "I have to ask.."

You close your eyes, biting down on the inside of your lip because you know where this is going.

"Are you.. you know.." she leans in, glancing back at them before looking back at you, "Seeing either one of them?"

"Oh my god, Michelle." You roll your eyes and the bartender sets the glasses down, "Here you go."

"Thank you." You grab yours, taking it before sucking on the lime wedge.

"You didn't answer me." She nudges you, "Come on. I'm your best friend."

"And you're also very.. very drunk. So on that note." You finish the drink in your tall glass and set it down, "I'm heading home."

You go to stand up and she grabs you, "We're not done talking about this, missy."

You laugh and nod your head, "okay."

You walk over to the booth Sam and Colby are at, leaning down between them, "Take me home."

They both turn to look at you and they both nod, "Gladly."

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

The ride home was kinda quiet, all but Sam and Colby talking to the Uber driver.

"Yeah, I've followed you guys since the beginning. I recently just subscribed to y/n. I think her content is pretty good too."

"I basically do the same stuff they do, just without the man power." You giggle and they all laugh. Kellin, the driver, shakes his head, "I think that's pretty badass."

Colby's hand brushes against your leg at the subtle flirting that's happening on Kellin's end and you lay your hand on his, "Yeah, when I'm not doing my own stuff, I'm with these two on their channel."

Sam chuckles and shakes his head, mumbling under his breath, "Can't get enough of us."

"What was that?" Kellin asks leaning back more and Colby laughs, "This is our stop."

"Oh, alright. Pleasure to meet you guys." He looks back, "Congrats on three mill, y/n." He smiles and you nod, "Thank you for driving us home."

"Anytime." He winks and you see Colby clench his jaw before he gets out, helping you out behind him. He shuts the door with a slam and Sam walks around the back to meet you guys before heading up to the house.

"That guy was so fucking thirsty for your attention, babe." Colby laughs and sighs, "times like that are when I wish I could just.." he grabs your throat, holding you still so he can crash his lips onto yours.

You grip his biceps, kissing him back until Sam cuts it short, "Can we maybe move this party inside?"

You laugh against Colby's lips, "Of course, honey." You squeeze him arm as you walk by him, setting your bag down on the couch.

You turn around, and watch as Colby shrugs his jacket off. Sam pulls his hoodie up over his head. They both lay them over the back of the couch as you sit down on it, "So."

"So." They both say as they move in to kiss each side of your neck. You tilt your head back and shrug your cropped jacket that's draped over your shoulders, off.

"I had an idea." You whimper as you drag your hands up their chests, "A good idea actually."

"What's your good idea, baby?" Colby slides his hands down and across your waist, "we'd love to know."

Sam rests his forehead against your temple and you smirk, "Go get the camera." Sam lifts his head and looks at Colby, "Fuck yeah."

Sam races upstairs into the office to grab it. Colby moves to stand between your knees, holding onto your waist, "dirty girl."

"Just want something to look back on when you guys are away." You bite your lip as you look up at him and he groans lowly, "Well give you something."

Sam comes back down, "Alright. Where do you wanna start?" You slide down off the back of the couch, "follow me." You walk over to the steps and you hear the camera click on.

You smirk as you turn around, looking down at the camera. Sam moves it up and down, showing you off, "Can't wait to get you out of that tiny little skirt."

"Been teasing us all fucking night." Colby adds as he walks up, pulling you with him up the steps. Sam follows behind, and you make your way to the bedroom.

You pull Colby to you, pushing him back onto the bed so you can straddle him. You reach out for Sam, grabbing his hand once he lays it in yours and pull him to you as well.

He hands the camera to Colby and Colby films you on top of him. Your skirt riding up to reveal those slutty little panties sitting between your legs that are soaked.

Moving over to capture the slow, heated make out that has you pulling at Sam's shirt. He leans back, lifting the shirt over his head and tossing it before moving back in for more.

"Fuck. That's so hot." Colby groans, raising his hips slightly. You moan against Sam's lips as you grind against Colby's cock in his jeans.

"That feel good?" Colby asks and you nod as you pull away from Sam, "Yes."

"You know what would feel better, baby?" Sam whispers as he slides his hand down your body, pulling your skirt up more, "If you sat on his cock for him."

Colby hands the camera to Sam and you move off of him onto your knees slowly taking what little clothes you had on, off while Sam recorded you, hyping you up as Colby stood next to him.

"Fuck, yeah baby. Take it off for us." Sam whispers, "You're so fucking sexy."

You giggle as you toss the black bandeau top at them and Sam zooms in your jiggling boobs, "You have such nice tits, babe."

You smile, covering your face as you laugh slightly, "Sam."

"What?" He laughs, "I'm just being honest, now move those arms, we wanna see."

You move your arms, hooking your thumbs into the band of your skirt but Colby stops you, "Mm. Leave that on. Just take off your panties."

You nod, confused, but you reach up under, hooking your fingers into the band of your underwear before pulling them down to above your knees.

You sit back watch as Colby takes the camera. Sam moves onto the bed, sliding his up your legs and grabbing a hold of your panties to pull them down.

He tosses them aside and grabs your ankles, spreading your legs apart. You move your skirt up to around your hips before you lean back, resting on your elbows.

"Look at the way he's looking at you, baby." Colby moves up by your head, "He wants to devour you."

You look from Colby to Sam and bite your lip, staring into Sam's eyes, "please..baby."

A smirk grows onto Sam's face and he nods towards Colby, "Give him something to." He winks and slides his hands up the outside of your thighs to your hips, gripping them as he shifts around to lay on his stomach.

You work at undoing Colby's jeans, pushing them down so you can free his cock from his boxers. Colby groans as your hand wraps around him, pumping slowly.

"Fuck.." he breathes out and holds the camera on the scene, "Use your mouth baby. I love it when you use that pretty little mouth."

Sam presses little kisses along the inside of your thigh until he reaches your pussy. He licks a strip up to your clit, closing his lips around it.

You moan out as you lean in to take the head of Colby's cock into your mouth. Colby holds the camera as steady as he possibly can on you sucking his cock, moving it to Sam eating your pussy every so often.

You work your way down, moaning around Colby as Sam's tongue plunges deep into you.

"F-fuck, baby. Yeah, shit. That's it." Colby groans, laying a hand on the back of your head, "Just.. like that just like that."

You pull off, tilting your head back as you clench around Sam's tongue, "Fuck, fuck fuck." You stroke Colby's cock, moaning out as you cum on Sam's face.

"Good girl, baby. Good fucking girl." Colby groans and points to the camera to Sam as he sits up, "How's she taste, Sam?" 

Sam smirks and nods, "scrumptious as always." He takes the camera from Colby and Colby pulls you up, "Come here, baby girl."

You wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him as he pulls you closer by pressing his hands to your back. He bends you back, laying you down as he hovers his body over yours, lips still connected with yours.

"Same thing but with Sam, yeah?" He says lifting his head up. You nod, panting as he kisses down your body.

Your eyes roll back as Colby sucks on your clit, nipping gently. Sam moves up next to you, recording Colby as he throws your legs over his shoulders.

"Tell us how it feels, baby." Sam brushes his hand over your boob, pinching and twisting your nipple, "does it feel good?"

"So.. so fucking good." You open your eyes, moaning out as you lean up to undo Sam's jeans, doing the same thing you did to Colby.

You tilt your head back, gasping as you feel Colby slip two fingers into you, "Shit." You clench around them as you pull Sam's boxers down his thighs, "Fuck, fuck, Colby."

You wrap your hand around Sam's cock and he pushes his hips forward. You part your lips, wrapping them around the head of his cock.

He groans lowly, "F-fuck, baby." He lays a hand on the back of your head, tangling his fingers into your hair as he slowly moves your head up and down.

Your eyes roll shut as the overwhelming pleasure feeling of having a back to back orgasm takes over.

"You're so fucking good at this." Sam lets go of your hair and you bob your head, moaning around him as you cum around Colby's fingers.

"Fuck, fuck." Sam groans and moves his hips back, pulling his cock from your mouth, "You only get better at that."

Sam moves the camera down to film Colby finger fuck you through your high. You're whimpering, moaning, and arching your back off the bed while your heels dig into his back.

Your back meets the mattress as Colby pulls his fingers out and leans up. He brings his fingers to your lips and Sam records your wrapping your lips around them. You swirl your tongue, moaning as you suck yourself from his fingers.

"So fucking pretty." Sam brushes his fingers over your jaw and hands the camera to Colby when he takes his fingers from your mouth.

Sam stands up to discard his clothes fully, then lays his body on yours. You feel his cock rub against you, “Sam.”

“What baby?” Sam kisses your jaw line down your neck as you whimper, “Please.”

Sam looks over at Colby, smirking at the camera as he leans up to his knees, “Please what baby?”

“I want you..” you move your hips, staring up at him, “I need you.”

“She needs you, Sam.” Colby says moving the camera up and down your body slowly, “Give her some.”

Sam bites his lip as he slowly pushes his cock into you. Colby records your face as it scrunches up with pleasure and you moan, “Yes, yes.”

“That what you wanted, babe? Hmm?” Colby runs his thumb over your bottom lip and you wrap your lips around it, moaning quietly as Sam starts to slowly thrust in and out of you.

Colby pulls his thumb out and you moan, “y-yes.”

Sam grips the shirt that’s around your waist, groaning as he tilts his head back, “Shit.”

Colby moves the camera down, focusing on Sam’s cock going in and out of you, “So fucking hot.” Colby moves down to plant his lips on yours, swallowing every moan that comes from your lips.

Sam slides a hand up, gripping one of your boobs as he slows his thrusts down, “I need to stop or my night will be cut short.” He chuckles as he pulls his cock from you and you whimper at the loss.

Sam takes the camera from Colby and Colby moves to lay next to you, “C’mere, baby girl.” He guides you to straddle him and you sink down onto his cock with a gasp, nails leaving crescent marks on his abdomen.

Sam sets the camera on the stand next to the bed, angled perfect to capture all three of you. He moves up next to you, kiss your neck as you move up and down on Colby’s cock, “You look so hot riding his cock.”

“So fucking good at this.” Colby moans as his fingers dig into your thighs, “Such a beautiful fucking sight.”

Sam grabs your skirt, assisting with lifting you up and down, “You’re such a little slut for us.” He nips your ear, groaning as you reach down to grab his cock, stroking him as you lay your head back on his shoulder, “you know exactly how to treat us.”

You clench around Colby’s cock and Colby shakes his head, “Hold it baby. You’re gunna cum with us when we’re ready.”

You nod once, squeezing your eyes shut as Sam sucks on your neck, pinching your nipple with his fingers, “You can do it, baby. I know you can.”

“Sam.. give me the camera..” Colby extends an arm out towards it and Sam moves to grab it, handing it to him before moving to his place behind you.

Colby records you bouncing on his cock while Sam slides a hand down to rub your clit, “I know we make it hard, but don’t cum yet.”

“Fucking beautiful.” Colby moans and zooms in on his cock going in and out of your pussy, “Sh-shit.” Colby sits up slightly, “How do you wanna finish.”

He reaches up and tilts your chin down so you can look at him, “How do you wanna finish, baby?” He repeats and you smile slightly, “I want you both.”

Colby’s eyes move to Sam’s and Sam smirks, “You heard her.” Colby nods, “I sure did.”

Sam moves to sit with his back against the headboard, “you can either set the camera down somewhere or whatever..”

Colby nods, moving to set it up somewhere while Sam directs you on how to sit, basically reverse cowgirl, but Sam move down a little bit and you’re laying with your back on his chest.

You bring your legs up and Colby moves in front of you, standing over you looking over your body, “Hold on.” He reaches over, grabbing the camera.

Sam reaches down grabbing his cock and slaps it against your ass a few times, “Colbs, some spit please.”

Colby chuckles and nods before leaning forward to spit. You bite your lip as you feel it run down over your ass and Sam rubs his cock in it.

Colby records the process of Sam slowly pushing into you, moving up to your face as you pant, moaning out with a little bit of pain and pleasure combined.

“You okay, baby?” Sam asks in whisper as he moves to hold your legs up by the back of your knees.

You nod, “y-yes. Yes.”

“Taking him so good baby.” Colby presses his thumb to your clit, gently rubbing circles as Sam slowly pulls his cock out and thrusts back in.

Your moans fill the room, and they’re loud.

“That’s it baby, let em out.” Colby groans as he watches the scene in front of him, “Fuck, let me in there.” Sam slows his thrusts down, leaving you whimpering as Colby slowly slips his cock into your pussy, “Fucking hell.”

He angles the camera down by his side, capturing the moment.

You lay your hands on Sam’s, digging your nails into the top of his hands, “Fuck, fuck fuck.”

“Taking us so fucking well baby.” Sam kisses your head, “Almost done, okay?”

You nod and arch your back slightly, becoming a complete mess as they start to thrust into you.

You can fight it anymore. You clench around both of them, screaming out as you cum. Colby pushes your thighs back a little more with his one hand, moaning out as you cum around him.

“Shit.” He groans lowly, “I-I’m gonna fucking cum.” He digs his fingers into your thigh and tries to hold the camera steady as he fills you.

Sam is quick to follow.

You moan out as you feel them both twitching inside of you, whimpering as you relax from your own high,

Colby leans up, breathing heavy as he watches you, “Y/n, baby. You alright?”

You slowly lift your head, giving him a smile, “Never better.”

Colby bites his lip, nodding as he moves the camera to where you guys are still commenced, “Ready?” You take a deep breath, “Yeah.”

He nods and slowly pulls out. He groans lowly as he watches his cum spill out and roll down towards Sam cock that’s still inside of you, “Fuck. Sam you’ll have to watch this.”

“Oh trust me. I want to.” Sam slowly lifts you as he pulls out himself, and Colby sucks in air as you push out Sam’s cum for him, “Fuck, baby.”

You giggle quietly, sighing as you roll off of Sam. He leans over, “I’ll go get the shower started, hang tight.” He places a kiss to your lips and you nod, “Okay.”

Colby sets the camera down and lays next to you, “You okay?” He brushes hair from your face and you lay a hand on his cheek, “I’m sure I’ll feel it tomorrow.”

He chuckles and nods, “Yeah, that’s why I’m not going to let us watch it for a few days. Because I’m sure when we do..” he raises his brows and you laugh, “Oh I know.”

Sam comes back in, laying behind you, “You okay?” You nod, turning your head towards him, “Yes, baby.” He kisses your cheek, “Okay. Shower is ready.”

You slowly sit up and swing your legs off the bed, “Better hope that doesn’t get mixed in with your usual footage.” You laugh and look at them.

Colby’s eyes go wide, “Oh god, we’d have to fucking tweet something along the lines of um, hey guys, so that wasn’t your normal footage.. sorry for the.. the.. I don’t even know what we’d say.. I’d delete my accounts.. go rogue.” He laughs, “Colby Brock who?”

You laugh and look at Sam, “not if we uploaded it to the right website.” You wink and get up to walk to the bathroom.”

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

I feel like this was short, but also really good so that makes up for it. I hope you enjoyed!

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[sluttywoozi]

Nothing But Love Part II | jww x reader

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~3.5 | Pairing: jww x reader | Genre: smut, romance

Wonwoo dazedly remembers he had something to give you, something to show you, but for the life of him, he can’t remember what. 

Part I

Warnings: inexperienced/shy wonu, reader kinda calls the shots but it doesn’t feel like dom/sub (imo), naked wonu clothed reader, big dick wonu (what’s new), oral m. rec., dry humping but it’s not dry but i simply cannot just say humping so dry humping, fingering, piv sex, creampie

Reader Notes: has breasts and a vagina, wap, still shorter than wonu

Wonwoo dazedly remembers he had something to give you, something to show you, but for the life of him, he can’t remember what. 

Your heels came off as soon as you stepped through the door, and before he knew it, you were kissing him. It took him little to no time to kiss you back, even with a voice in the recesses of his mind saying there was something he wanted to do first. 

It’s just so easy, too easy, to get carried away with you, especially when you’re the one making the moves. Having you in control means he doesn’t have to worry about overstepping his bounds or doing the wrong thing, soothing much of his anxiety around being intimate. He’s not a virgin, and he wasn’t when you started dating, but beyond you, he doesn’t have a lot of experience and he’s still not confident about taking charge. 

Which is why you deepen the kiss, you move it over to his couch, you push him down to sit on it and kneel between his legs. His gaze immediately goes to your mouth, your bottom lip swollen and juicy and reminding him of what’s waiting for you in the kitchen. But honestly, flowers and strawberries couldn’t be less important to him right now. 

You’re all he can focus on, your bright eyes and the curve of your smile and the delicate press of your fingers as you glide them up and down his thighs. He can’t tell if you’re teasing him or if you’re just easing him into it, but either way, your touch has him burning up inside. 

He’s taking measured breaths in an attempt to keep from hyperventilating when you push his legs wider apart and scooch closer. He wants to offer you a pillow to kneel on but he fears he’ll moan if he opens his mouth, the sight of you on your knees for him in your pretty dress enough to unravel him completely. 

“Can I suck you off?” You ask quietly, trailing your eyes up over his sprawled body to meet his gaze before leaning down to drag your tongue over the thick print of his cock in his slacks. 

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he murmurs to himself, swearing you were built by the devil specifically to lure him into sin as his dick throbs. You arch an eyebrow and he rushes to say, “Yes, please, fuck,” watching as you smile a pleased little smile and start undoing his pants. He lifts his hips when you tug, swallowing when you pull them and his boxers clean off, leaving him in just his sweater. 

That feels wrong, weird, so he swiftly sheds his top, his nerves flaring and his dick getting harder at the thought of being completely naked while you’re fully clothed. It’s hot but it leaves him vulnerable too, makes him feel like he’s literally laying himself bare for you to do with him what you wish. 

But he trusts you, and he knows you won’t intentionally do something he doesn’t like, so he takes a steadying breath and leans back against the couch, his hands folded at the base of his spine and his body yours for the taking. 

He’s tempted to close his eyes too, give himself up to you completely, but he can’t deprive himself of this view. Your face is inching closer and closer to him, your plush lips parted and your eyes hungry as you stare at his rapidly hardening cock like it’s a present, a treat. You glance up at him as you take hold of it, and he can’t bite back the groan, can’t hide the way he melts under your touch. 

Literally, he melts into the couch, his chin tucked to his chest as he watches you through bleary, heavy lidded eyes. He feels drunk somehow, on you, on the feeling of your warm hand wrapped around his dick, on the sight of you guiding it to your mouth. He’s a bit nervous you’ll do the same thing you did for his first blowjob - swallow it whole - but you kiss the head instead, laving your soft tongue over his sensitive crown before licking a fat stripe up the side. He shivers at the sensation, his gaze tracking your every move and his mind fighting to commit them to memory. 

You pull away to spit into your hand and even that’s hot to him, but he shouldn’t be surprised. Everything you do is sexy or cute or beautiful to him, and maybe that’s because the relationship is young but Wonwoo prefers to believe it’s just because you’re the perfect fit for each other. 

You feel like the perfect fit, at least, your wet hand surrounding the base of his cock and your pretty mouth suctioning around the first two inches. There’s a good six more and he knows from experience that you can take it, but he’s not in a rush, and more than that, he’s not inclined to dictate how you enjoy his cock. 

He can tell that this is just as much for you as it is for him, in the way you indulgently suckle at the head, the way you keep letting out mewling little moans, the way your eyes leave his every so often to trail over his abs and chest and biceps. That’s part of what makes it so fucking good, the fact that you like it almost as much as he does. 

Almost, but not quite. 

He doesn’t think you could like it at the same level because he absolutely fucking adores it, cherishes every second that you touch him, treasures every bob of your head, reveres your mouth and the things you can do with it. 

His hands clench behind his back when he feels your throat open up for him, the muscles relaxing so he can get even deeper. He bites back a groan, a wild sound that would surely startle you, and lets out a shuddering breath instead as his eyes start to flutter closed. He forces them open so he can keep watching you, the image too entrancing to miss for even a second. 

He can see your eyes watering, knows you’re pushing yourself to your limit, more than half his cock in your mouth by now and just a couple inches left to spare. 

He doesn’t want you to endure discomfort just for his pleasure, but he can’t say the fact that you’re willing to do so doesn’t make him want to fuck your throat until your voice is hoarse and then treat you like a princess to make up for it. 

Maybe another time, he concedes as you pull off and pump his length with your hand, panting to catch your breath. Your breasts rise and fall beneath the silk and Wonwoo wants to see them, wants to see all of you. 

“Baby, can you take your dress off?” He gasps out, not expecting to be breathless himself. 

You answer by sitting up on your knees and gathering the fabric in your hands, pulling it up and over your head before tossing it to land next to him on the couch. He fights the urge to lay it out for you so it doesn’t get wrinkled, returning his focus to you and finally, finally letting a noise loose when he sees you. 

You’re clothed in nothing but panties and the necklace he bought you, your hands resting on your thighs and your eyes waiting to find his. Your lips are swollen, your lashes are wet with tears, your chin is coated in a mixture of spit and precum, and Wonwoo has never wanted to kiss you more. 

He leans down, takes hold of your hands and starts pulling you up, murmuring, “C’mere,” over and over until finally, you’re in his lap, your legs straddling his waist and your warm palms flat on his chest. 

He cups your face with both hands, drawing you into an open mouthed kiss and sucking your tongue into his mouth, a sigh escaping when he feels you relax against him. He loves feeling your body pressed to his, loves feeling your racing heart and soft skin, and he loves even more when you’re on top. Your body weighing him down makes him feel safe, secure, like even when he feels light as a balloon, you’ll never let him float away. 

Wonwoo’s grateful, honestly. You brighten all of his dark corners, paint new colors when his palette gets dull, shine him up all nice and new when he’s feeling tarnished. He can only hope he does the same for you, and when you wrap your arms around his neck and press even closer to him, he thinks he just might. 

One of his hands leaves your cheek to vine around your waist, holding you tightly as he kisses you, your fingers playing with the ends of his hair and sending a shiver down his spine. He doesn’t know how long you stay like that, making out in the low light of his living room, just that he’s almost heartbroken when you start to pull away. 

Your lips leave his and your hands slide back down to his chest, stopping him when he tries to follow you before you climb off of him altogether. The sudden lack of your warmth and weight leaves him feeling bereft, adrift, and despondently, he asks, “Where are you going?” 

You smile gently and take his hand, tugging insistently until he rises on trembling knees, “We are going to bed.”

“Oh,” he breathes, relieved beyond belief and more than a little lightheaded as he watches the way your ass moves under your panties as you walk with him to his bedroom. You turn when you cross through the doorway, walking backwards and leading him to the bed, smirking when he can’t seem to take his eyes off the minute bouncing of your tits. 

“Lay down for me?” You request, gesturing toward the bed and waiting for him to get settled. His hands clench into fists at his sides when you push at your panties, letting them fall to the ground and stepping out of them before climbing onto the bed so gracefully, he wonders if you practice or if it’s just natural talent. 

He watches as you crawl towards him, your eyes meandering over his body, lingering on his cock. There’s a curve to the shaft, not sharp but enough for you to feel it, and it’s hard enough to cut diamond, throbbing and leaking and twitching in the air. When you arrive at his side, you sling a leg over his hip and straddle him again, pushing his dick to his stomach and taking a seat before leaning down and pressing your lips to his. 

The wet heat of your cunt is scalding on his aching cock, makes him shiver and drop a hand to your hip, pulling you even closer until his dick is fully nestled between the lips of your pussy. 

You roll your hips, grinding your clit against the head of his cock and gasping into his mouth when he starts helping you, the hand on your hip gripping tight and dragging you back and forth. Even like this, you feel so fucking good, your cunt silky and dripping and searing hot on the underside of his dick. 

He can feel every wave of arousal as it hits you, your entrance flush to his cock and your wetness seeping out to coat the base of him before it gets smeared up to the head. Soon enough, you’re gliding, slick sounds following every grind of your hips into his as you start to shake above him. 

“Can you cum like this?” He asks desperately, his lips brushing against yours and his grip like iron on the flesh of your hip. 

“Let’s find out,” you gasp, shortening your movements and concentrating them at the head of his dick, using the slight ridge to stimulate your clit as he feels you grow wetter and wetter. But there seems to be something missing, your breaths growing quicker and your face scrunching up as you teeter on the edge. 

Wonwoo’s not positive but usually, you like to cum on something, like something filling you up, so he offers, “Fingers?”

“Yes, yes, yes, fingers,” you cry out, stilling your movements long enough for him to slide two digits inside you, pressing and pushing until his knuckles are flat against you. Your pussy hugs them snugly, your walls fluttering around them before he pulls them out to the first knuckle and thrusts back in. 

Your cunt clamps down, attempting to hold them inside of you, but he knows you like the friction, like when he bullies past your tightness to fuck you with his fingers, so he doesn’t stop, filling you again and again as your hips buck in sharp little bursts. When you let out a broken whimper and freeze on top of him, your undulating cunt and beating heart your only movements, he grins, rubbing his dick against your clit and curling his fingers in pulses to carry you through to the other side. 

He watches as you recover, your chest expanding against his with your gasping breaths, your eyes clouded with pleasure and need, your lips shiny and puffy from so much kissing. He expects you to take some time, maybe get a sip of water or at least let your heart return to a normal speed, but you whisper, “Inside. Wonwoo, get inside me.”

He would ask if you’re sure, but he’s done that before and you told him you wouldn’t say it if you weren’t certain, so all he does is withdraw his fingers and wait for you to sit up on your knees so he can position his dick for you. He jumps at his own touch, used to your warm hands and body and much preferring them to the chilliness of his own. He doesn’t suffer long, your blazing heat engulfing him as you slide down slowly, making his head push back into the pillow and his hands fly to your hips. 

He just holds you, supports you as you take his cock, sure that your thighs and knees must be aching by now and wanting to carry some of the load for you. Gravity pulls you down and lets every inch of him fill you until he’s inside you to the root, until your hips are pressed to his and your arousal is trickling out onto his pelvis and balls. You shudder when he bottoms out, a full body shiver wracking you as you brace your hands on his chest and breathe through the stretch. 

His hands make a circuit up your thighs, over your hips, and along your sides, trying to soothe you even as you feel like rapture around him. Maybe because you feel like rapture around him. He feels a bit guilty, knowing he’s experiencing so much pleasure while you’re still struggling to adjust to him. 

You’ve told him you like it, like the challenge and the absolute fullness and the perfect soreness after, but still, he only wants you to feel good when you’re with him like this. So he slips one hand between your legs, finds your clit with his agile fingertips, circles it until your muscles untense and the line between your eyebrows disappears. 

When you’re ready, you get one foot under you and then the other, and Wonwoo wraps his hands around your ankles, holding you steady as you begin to rise and fall. He can’t hold back his noises now, groaning freely and openly into the quiet of his bedroom, the only other noises being the wet slap of your hips against his and your little huffs of exertion. 

Soon, there’s a squelch too, a slick burst of sound every time he meets the end of you, and it makes Wonwoo’s cheeks and ears flush but it also makes his dick harder, the thought of you getting wet enough for him to hear it. He loves any evidence that you want him, loves feeling your eyes tracing the breadth of his shoulders and your hands trailing over his abs and your lips pressed anywhere you can reach, but he especially loves this. 

“Fuck,” he swears brokenly, his cock twitching and leaking precum inside of you, only adding to the fluids seeping out. He’s getting close already, and he reminds himself that if he withstood your mouth and your pussy on him before, he can withstand this. Until you settle back down on your knees and drape yourself over him, your breasts pressing against his chest and your lips on his neck. 

Then, it’s all he can do to keep from cumming as you roll your hips into him, the closeness making him feel dizzy and the clutch of your cunt making him feel nigh incandescent with desire. Your teeth drag over his collarbone, your mouth suctioning to the side of his Adam's apple, and he’s almost convinced himself he can last when you drag your lips to his ear and whisper, “Cum, Wonwoo.”

The pleasure is kaleidoscopic then, light whiting out his vision and blood rushing in his ears as he drifts in the space between the stars and the sky. Distantly, he feels you cumming around him, hears your whines and cries through the static in his head, and gathers enough of himself to wrap his arms around you and hold you close, his feet shifting on the bed as his knees bend to cradle you against his body. 

You stay like that, your cheek pressed to his chest, his cock still buried inside you, for what feels like hours, until you inch up to kiss him. His softening dick slips out, cum flowing in its wake and oozing onto his stomach, but he barely even registers it. His brain is too fried to think about more than kissing you back, his lips as gentle as yours as he feels a syrupy sweetness come over him. 

He wants to take care of you now, wants to wash you with soft hands and dry you with softer towels, wants to help you brush your teeth and put your pajamas on, wants to tuck you into bed and slide into his spot beside you. 

First, he needs to disentangle himself from you, which is easier said than done. You’re clingy (in the best way) after sex, and it actually pains him to release you and tip you over onto your side so he can escape. You pout and hug his pillow, making him frown dramatically and jog away, starting the shower and grabbing his other bedding set from the closet before returning to the bed. 

“Baby, I have a surprise for you. But you have to get in the shower for me first, okay?” He says quietly, helping you when you hold your hands out and escorting you to the bathroom when you don’t let go. He tests the water temperature and, finding it to your liking, gestures for you to climb in. 

“I just need to change the sheets,” and set up the flowers and strawberries. “Then I’ll be right back.”

“Okay, Woo, be quick,” you sigh, letting the water pound against your lower back to soothe the ache he knows you get there. 

I love you, he would say, but he doesn’t know if four months is too fast to be confessing like that. Maybe he’ll save it for your six month anniversary, for the surprise trip he’s planning, the one based on your pinterest boards and commentary from your best friend. 

You gasp, eyes wide when he shows you the flowers. Your eyes rove over every bloom, your mouth forming around their meanings as you tear up, and Wonwoo discovers four months isn’t too fast, thanks to your watery, “I love you, Wonwoo.” 

He’s sure the bouquet has already told you how he feels, but he says it back anyway, feeling you burrow ever deeper into his heart as the words cross his lips. He’s never said them romantically before but they feel right, true, honest, and as he chats with you over bites of chocolate covered strawberries, he hopes they’re words he’ll be saying to you for the rest of his life. 

AN: yayyy part 2!! i hope you enjoyed, i feel like there's a bit of a different dynamic between idol x reader than what i normally do and it was fun to explore! it was also fun picturing how a shy/inexperienced wonu would react hehe

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