#sorry i never stop thinking ab him anymore

[barredandromeda]

i love when guys are cute like yea turn away and be all flustered cause i looked at you bbg 🤭🤭🤭

[vienssunshine]

It's Too Much

pairing: Choso Kamo x fem!reader nsfw: dom!reader, inexperienced!Choso, premature ejaculation word count: 1.5k author's note: this idea took third place in the poll, but I was extra inspired to write this because of a tik tok my friend sent me. description: Choso has been touch-starved for so long, so when you touch him, it can be a lot, maybe even too much for him to handle

Choso has never felt another's body against his own that wasn’t attempting to hurt him. For all 150 years he’s been alive up until he met you, physical contact meant pain. But now, he’s beginning to learn that that isn't completely true.

There are similarities between a touch of pain versus…pleasantness might be the word—he hasn’t sorted it out completely yet—as a feeling lingers after contact. A strike leaves an aching bruise, the afflicted area reminding him of the injury whenever the slightest pressure is applied, but when you place a gentle hand on Choso’s shoulder while speaking to him, it leaves behind something entirely different. 

The best way he can describe the initial feeling is as a warmth, and not just due to the intrinsic heat from where your flesh meets his, but one that swells in his chest and spreads out to the rest of his body. After you leave, your touch doesn’t require a mark on his skin or a painful sting like a bruise needs to be remembered, rather, the outline of where your fingers laid on his shoulder simmers on his skin for the rest of the day. 

You fluster him with your casual touches–placing your hand on his forearm or leaning your head on his shoulder–but it helps him work up the courage to start acting on his own desires to feel you. He appreciates how you let him take his time as he explores the little things, like the feeling of holding your hand, intertwining his roughened fingers with yours. He looks up to your face, making sure what he's doing is okay, and you give him a gentle smile, telling him he's doing great. There is that warmth in his chest again. He realizes he likes the feeling of you praising him—a lot. 

Soon, he starts asking for more: to cup your cheeks, pet your hair. One day, he asks to hold your body against his on the bed, feeling your softness and warmth while working hard to regulate the influx of emotions your proximity inspires. Yet, it gets the better of him and he asks something that’s been on his mind for a while: if he can kiss you.

You accept, of course, and with your lips so soft and sweet, things quickly develop, escalating to the point where you are on top of him, straddling his big legs, and kissing down his bare chest to his waistband. He tries to keep still, but your lips feel so good and his hips betray that, gently thrusting up and into you.

“S-sorry,” Choso says, “I…I can’t control it.”

You look up from his chest. “It’s okay, Choso,” you say as you drag your hands down his abs to his waistband, deepening the pink dusted upon his cheeks, “It seems like you want more.” 

“Mhmm,” Choso whimpers, watching as you tuck your fingertips into his waistband and pull it down, freeing his sensitive erection.

Your hands wrap around his length and his eyes flutter closed in bliss. Being touched there is a new sensation for Choso and it’s stirring up a feeling he hasn’t had much experience with.

He thinks it’s arousal, which is, according to Mahito, what causes humans to “fuck.” But Mahito always spoke about fucking in a negative light, describing it as disgusting, primal thing humans do. That perspective doesn't make sense to Choso anymore because whatever you are igniting in him, if it is that aroused feeling Mahito described, feels so good he thinks he would die if you stopped. 

“Do you like this, Choso?” you ask as you stroke him. Hearing his name fall so sweetly from your lips sends a shiver through Choso’s body. 

“I-I do,” he says, moaning when you pay special attention to his pink tip, stimulating the sensitive area with your fingers in a tight circle. He’s been unconsciously bucking his hips up into your fist, chasing more of this unfamiliar sensation that has pressure to build up in his stomach.

“Then, would you like it if I put it inside of me?” 

He hadn’t considered that as a possibility, already so pleasure-drunk from feeling your palm against him, but there’s no way he can refuse your offer. 

“Yes. Yes—fuck—please do that.”

“Alright, Choso,” you say, getting off of him, “You just sit still, okay?” 

His breathy whine tells you that the last thing he wants to do is sit still. You smile, he looks so cute when he’s desperate.

“Just a little bit longer,” you say, intentionally moving slower than necessary just to see how long the poor curse can hold out.

He watches as you pull down your underwear, and the second you remove it, he grabs you by the wrist and pulls you back on top of him. Then he’s pressing hot, sloppy kisses to your neck, devouring it like a man starved. His passion and intensity make up for his lack of experience, though you note he’s getting the hang of it.

Choso’s barrage of affection is halted by a surprised gasp when you grip his erection and align yourself with it. The hunger in your eyes reminds him of how out of his element he is, but he doesn’t let it scare him, rather, he lets it feed his desire of making you feel as good as he does. 

You hold the tip to your entrance and Choso’s breath hitches when he feels the wetness and warmth of your hole. Slowly, as to not overwhelm, you sink down on him, and he moans—sweet and unbridled—from the way your walls hug him. 

“I’ve—hah—never…felt something like this,” he says, eyes pressed closed, wrinkling the thin black mark running just underneath them. 

Your hands fall onto his built chest as you make it all the way down on him, driving the entirety of his long, slender dick deep within you. His hands fly to your hips when it happens, but then one grabs for your wrist on his chest, circling his fingers around it, needing you to help him through this new sensation. 

“Feels good?” you ask, your voice breathy.

“Feels s’good,” he says, “Too good.” He shifts around underneath you; the pressure he was feeling earlier when you were touching him is becoming inescapable, sweeping through his stomach like a vicious undercurrent. 

“I’m going to start moving now, 'kay?” you say. 

Choso nods but is woefully unprepared for when you begin to lift your hips up and down, pushing his length through your gummy walls. Your movements on top of the information already flooding his senses–your warm skin, rapid heartbeat, fluttering eyes—it's so overwhelming. His head falls back, and even though you’re going at such a slow pace, it feels like your walls are milking him, intent on making the tightness in his core snap.

Choso knows it’s too much for him, but watching your eyes close in pleasure and your fingers dig into the skin on his chest, it makes him want to keep going, to not cum just yet. But with the sight of you naked on top of him and the way your insides are squeezing him, not cumming is a near impossible task. He wants to do a good job for you, to hear you tell him that, but he's sure he won’t last. 

“Fuck, I’m s-ah-sorry,” Choso whines, “I can’t…if you keep moving, I can’t-“ 

“You’re gonna cum already, Choso?” you ask, a wickedness in your voice, “You feel that good?”

You’re teasing him, despite how you find your view beyond erotic: he’s a squirming mess underneath you, with his eyebrows pressed together, face flushed with warmth, and fingers tight around your wrist as he just fights the urge to cum.

“Yes—ngh—you feel s’good, s’good-I’m sorry,”—you feel his cock twitch inside you—“I can’t, I’m sorry, m’gonna-“

He groans, thrusting his hips up into you with a force that requires you to grab onto him to stay put, and empties his load deep inside you, sweet moans interspersed with apologies.

You’d be more disappointed in him for not lasting long, but with this being his first time in a while, you’re willing to forgive—especially after being treated to his endless, pretty noises.

When he comes down, you press a kiss on his cheek, “Too much, Choso?” you ask.

“I’m sorry, you just felt so good,” he says in between pants. His poor body is shaking, his chest is heaving, and a pink flush burns all over his pale skin. 

“It’s okay,” you say, “I enjoyed that.” Only, you wish you had been able to cum, too. Seeing him writhe underneath you has your cunt aching for attention.

He sits up, and you feel his cock move inside you. “Still, I wanted to last for you.”

“Sweet boy,” you say, pushing a few strands of dark hair out of his face, “You did great. I know it’s been a while since you’ve done anything like this.” 

He’s still pouting, but his frown turns into a smile when an idea hits him. He flips you over with ease—sometimes you forget how strong he is—and pulls out of you, keeping your legs open so he can bring his face down to your cunt, wetness mixed with his own cum seeping out of it. 

He presses a kiss to your inner thigh. “Let me make it up to you, I haven’t gotten to feel you on my tongue yet.” 

[sluttywoozi]

Take Trouble, Make It Double

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~4.7k | Pairing: csc x f!reader x yjh | Genre: smut, threesome, romance, college au, frat bros!cheol and jeonghan

Summary: It’s not every day you get to fuck your campus crush and your no longer ex-boyfriend, and you’re going to make the most of it. 

Warnings: mention of alcohol, threesome, petnames (good girl, angel, sweetheart, baby), biting/marking, fingering, multiple orgasms, double penetration in one hole, double creampie, cheol doesn’t have abs, implied poly ending

Reader Notes: has a vagina and breasts, referred to as a girl, in a sorority, cums easily, gets lifted by cheol

Shit, you are not drunk enough for a frat party of this magnitude.

Unfortunately, considering that you’re volunteering early tomorrow and it would be hell if you were hungover, you don’t think you’ll drink anymore. Guys won’t stop asking if they can get you another drink and you’re getting tired of saying no, so you decide to head to the kitchen to refill your cup with soda. That should get them off your back, and you need a bit of an energy boost to withstand this party. You’re crossing the crowded living room to get to the kitchen when you spot Jeonghan and feel your heart stop. 

Fuck, you’re in trouble. 

You slept with him a week ago, and tonight, you were thinking of trying to hook up with him again. 

It was… transcendental for you, and you hope it was just as good for him. You wouldn’t know, because he never called. Sure, he doesn’t have your number, but considering your sorority house is neighboring his frat house, it wouldn’t have been hard for him to obtain it. If he wanted to, that is. 

You can only assume he didn’t, which puts a bit of a dent in your plans (and in your heart). You look away from him quickly, walking faster when you notice him push off of the wall he’s leaning against, his eyes on you and his mouth open like he’s about to call out your name. 

You enter the oddly empty kitchen before he can, and you’re in the process of digging through the cooler for a bottle of coke when he appears next to you. You feel him before you see him, one of his hands touching your elbow and offering you a soda from the fridge. How he knew what you wanted, you don’t know. 

“Hey,” he breathes, looking at you with slightly apprehensive eyes, like he’s not sure how he’ll be received. 

You take in a deep breath and force a smile, trying to appear unaffected. “Hey, Jeonghan.”

“I’m glad you’re here, I’ve really been wanting to talk to you,” he says, his hand slipping down from your elbow to tangle his fingers with yours. 

“I live right next door,” you remind him, pulling away to open the bottle and turning from him to fill your cup. 

Out of your view, he bites his lip, cringing at the little bit of hurt that seeps through your mask. 

“I know, and I’m sorry I didn’t reach out. There are… reasons. But still, you didn’t deserve that.”

“Can you tell me the reasons?” You ask curiously, already having accepted his apology in your mind. He sounded sincere, and fuck, you still want him. 

“They involve someone else, and I don’t want to-”

“He didn’t ask you out because I told him I wanted to,” a voice sounds from the doorway, making you jump and look over. 

Your eyes widen when you see who the voice belongs to, your heart pounding at the sight of Seungcheol. You dated in freshman year and he was your first real love, and when he broke up with you, you were devastated. 

He said he was too busy between the fraternity and rugby practice and classes, and while you believed him, you knew that no matter how busy you were, you’d still want to be with him. You’ve managed to avoid him till now, always going to different frats for parties and tailgates, until last week, of course. 

Some of your younger sisters begged you to go, saying they were scared to attend without you, and your protective side kicked in much to your detriment. 

Because at that party, you met Jeonghan, and slept with someone for the first time since Seungcheol, who wasn’t in attendance (thank fucking God). 

You don’t know how to respond, too many thoughts swirling around your head to make sense of anything. You obviously knew they were brothers, but you didn’t realize they were close or you wouldn’t have agreed to go to Jeonghan’s room. 

Jeonghan must not have known you’re Cheol’s ex; if he did, you doubt he would have asked you in the first place. And now apparently Seungcheol wants you again, but Jeonghan wants you too? 

Are you supposed to choose between them or…? 

You always said you’d never take Seungcheol back after he hurt you like that, but now you’re reconsidering. Because he’s here before you, and you still love him like you used to. 

There are still your growing feelings for Jeonghan to consider though, and suddenly being in this empty kitchen with just the two of them is stifling. 

Seungcheol can read you still, comes closer to you on steady feet with sincere eyes, and says, “I never should have broken up with you. I should have held onto you and never let go, but I didn’t, and now it’s probably too late. It would be selfish of me to ask you out now, when I know my best friend could treat you better than I ever did.”

He sounds resigned, and you look to Jeonghan, who’s staring at him with a grateful, melancholy gaze. The ache in your chest is so sharp, your eyes water, and you look back and forth between them hopelessly. 

“I guess I can’t have you both, can I?” You murmur, slumping against the counter and crossing your arms to hold yourself together. 

Their gazes snap to each other and they communicate soundlessly, with gestures and eyebrows and widening eyes, before turning to you and saying, “What if you could?”

You weave through the dancing, drunk crowd, one of your hands caught in Jeonghan’s and the other held by Seungcheol. Your heart is racing and your panties are wet, but you’re doing your absolute best to seem unaffected by the idea of what you’re about to do.

It’s a bit nerve wracking, the concept of two men at once, but you’ve been through sorority recruitment in the blazing heat so you’re pretty sure you can handle anything. 

Some of your sisters would disapprove of this but most would be cheering you on, and through the flashing lights and writhing bodies, you spot your best friend giving you a wide smile and a thumbs up. That’s enough to bolster you, and you hold your head high as you follow Jeonghan to the room he apparently shares with Seungcheol. 

Jeonghan opens the door and ushers you inside, waiting for Seungcheol to cross the threshold and entering behind him, closing the door with a resounding click and muffling the roaring party. 

They close in on you quickly, one set of hands pulling your top off and the other unbuttoning and tugging down your jeans, leaving you standing in your bra and underwear between them. You can feel Seungcheol’s breath on the back of your neck as he leans in to lay kisses along the line of your shoulder, and Jeonghan gives you an easy grin before cupping your face and drawing you into an open mouthed kiss. 

They both know how you like to be touched, and they don’t hesitate to use that knowledge to their advantage. Seungcheol’s hand slides over your stomach and slips into your panties, his fingers gliding through your folds with how wet you already are. He presses his smug grin into your throat, whispers, “Want us that badly, huh?”

You flush from head to toe, suddenly shy, and gasp into Jeonghan’s mouth when Seungcheol finds your clit. He rubs it with the pads of his fingers slowly, gently, knowing you need some time to adjust to the sensation of someone else touching you. 

Jeonghan unclasps your bra with practiced fingers, pulling it down your arms and off before covering your tits with his soft hands. He squeezes them, brushes his thumbs back and forth over your nipples until they’re hard, until you’re pressing your chest into his hands. 

Seungcheol is still rubbing your clit, but his circles are firmer now, more insistent, and you just know he’s going to make you cum like this, know they’re going to make you cum like this. 

They work together to work you up, two of Seungcheol’s fingers sinking into you as Jeonghan breaks the kiss and leans down to suck one of your nipples into his mouth. When Seungcheol’s fingertips curl into the patch of nerves inside you, you let out a rough gasp, wilting against his chest as his thumb presses into your clit. 

Jeonghan just breathes a soft laugh, following you and grasping one of your hips with his free hand to hold you steady, to hold you still as you start to climb that mountain. You’re already throbbing, already clenching around Seungcheol’s fingers, and when he starts to fuck you with them, you feel yourself get even wetter. He adds a third and hooks them all into your g-spot as he digs his hips into you, the feeling of his hard cock making you hotter. 

His thumb catches your clit at just the right angle and you start to flutter around his fingers, your pussy locking down on them as Jeonghan bites a stinging mark into the side of your breast. You whimper weakly, resting more of your weight on Seungcheol and knowing he can take it as you break apart between them. 

“There we go, good girl,” Seungcheol murmurs roughly into your neck, one strong arm banding around your waist to hold you to him as you shake and whine and squeeze his fingers. Jeonghan pulls away from your tits to find your lips again, swallowing your sounds and sucking at your tongue as he presses his hard dick against you, moaning lowly into your mouth. 

A shiver wracks through you when Seungcheol grinds his fingers into your g-spot again, before you’ve come down from the first orgasm. You remember how many times he used to make you cum when you were together and swallow nervously, attempting to prepare yourself for his particular brand of overstimulation. 

Jeonghan, on the other hand, ate you out so gently for so long, it’s like you had one continuous, never ending, nearly lethal orgasm. It’ll be interesting to see how their styles combine, and as Seungcheol brings you right back to the edge, you vow to yourself that you’ll take whatever they give you. 

It’s not every day you get to fuck your campus crush and your no longer ex-boyfriend, and you’re going to make the most of it. 

Which means that when Seungcheol whispers, “Again, I want you to cum again,” and Jeonghan mumbles, “C’mon, sweetheart, cum for us,” you listen. Your cunt clamps down and your back arches and your voice wavers as you fall to pieces again.

It’s scary almost, how they can make you cum on command, but you revel in it too, revel in the fact that they know you that well. That with just a few words, they can push you over the edge. 

And hell, you revel in the fact that they want to push you over the edge, that they want you. 

It makes you so wet, you can hear Seungcheol fucking you with his fingers, slick sounds and squelches following every thrust and curl. You know they can hear it too and your cheeks heat, though you’re pretty sure they like it if their labored breathing and hard dicks say anything. 

You’re starting to get sensitive but you won’t stop him, not when Jeonghan slides his hand under Seungcheol’s and knocks his thumb away from your clit so he can swirl circles with his soft fingertips. The stark difference in how they touch you is exhilarating, Seungcheol’s rough fingers inside you combined with Jeonghan’s gentle touch making you cry out. 

You can barely hold yourself up but Seungcheol is strong enough to keep you standing, even as your knees weaken and you slump back against him. Jeonghan doesn’t follow you this time, just keeps circling your clit and watches as you shake and moan and gush for them, a slight smirk curling his lips as he slips his hand down and works two of his slim fingers inside you alongside Seungcheol’s thick three. 

The fullness is more than anything you’ve ever felt. It takes your breath away, saps every last bit of strength from you until their hands on you (and in you) are the only things holding you up. You can’t even make a sound, you’re so overwhelmed, and Jeonghan takes a second to lean in close and ask, “You okay, angel? Is it too much?” 

You can only shake your head, your eyes squeezed shut and your chest heaving as you gasp for air. He starts to pull his fingers out and your hand flies to his wrist, keeping his hand from drawing away. You realize he thinks you were answering the first question, and you force out, “I’m okay. S’not too much.”

He exhales in relief, sinking his fingers back in and saying, “What if we fucked you like this? Both of us in this sweet little cunt. Would you like that, angel?”

“Do you think you could take it?” Seungcheol chimes in, sounding worried and doubtful, as if they’re not currently five fucking fingers deep. 

The words are flowing out of your mouth before you’ve even finished thinking about it. 

“Yes, I can, I want it so fucking bad. Please, I want you both inside of me,” you whimper, one hand clutching Jeonghan’s wrist and the other gripping Seungcheol’s forearm to keep them close to you, though you know they’ll have to pull away if you want their dicks. 

“If you’re sure, sweetheart,” Seungcheol whispers into your throat before pressing a tender kiss to your sensitive skin, his plump lips whisper soft against you. 

“I’m sure,” you whine as you force yourself to let go of their arms, allowing them to withdraw from you. They carry lead you over to one of their twin beds, and for the first time tonight, they seem a little bashful. 

“Sorry it’s so small, the guys would riot if we got double beds and they got singles,” Seungcheol grimaces, helping you take your panties off and lay down before tugging off his shirt. Jeonghan follows suit and you sigh dreamily, watching as they reveal more and more skin. You’re rubbing your legs together by the time they’re done, your eyes darting between them so you can get your fill of both. 

Seungcheol’s cock is long, thick, with veins wrapped around the length like vines, and Jeonghan’s is slightly longer, just a bit slimmer, and curved up. Immediately, you know you want to keep Jeonghan in the front, your pussy aching at the memory of the way he could grind the head of his cock into your g-spot. You like feeling Seungcheol’s buff body behind you anyway, like feeling his firm muscles and his soft tummy and his thick thighs, so this really is the best of both worlds. 

They smile like they know what you’re thinking, and you start to wonder if they do when they join you on the bed and begin maneuvering you. Seungcheol pulls you up by the hands and to the edge of the bed so Jeonghan can lay down in your place, and you feel their hands steady you as you climb astride him, Seungcheol following you. 

Jeonghan lets go to hold his cock in place for you, guiding it to your entrance and watching as you sink down onto him. He lets out a shuddering breath, his eyelids fluttering and his mouth opening on a low moan at the sensation of your hot, wet cunt enveloping his cock. You’re similarly affected, the perfect curve of his dick making your eyes water and your pussy clench. 

“You should be stretched out enough to take me too, but I think Jeonghan should fuck you first just to make sure. Not for too long though, I need you so fucking bad,” Seungcheol says, his voice rough and his hands tight on your hips. He must sense your inability to move, because he does the moving for you, lifting you nearly off Jeonghan’s cock and letting you fall back down as Jeonghan thrusts up. 

A punched out moan escapes your parted lips at the feeling of their hands on you, of Jeonghan filling you, of Seungcheol moving you like a doll. You think about having both of them at the same time, and know you just can’t wait. 

“Want you now, Cheol,” you gasp, reaching back to find his hip and attempting to pull him to you, though he’s too strong for you to move him much. 

“Baby, I don’t know, I don’t want to hurt you,” he’s obviously hesitant, and you don’t want to push him past his comfort levels but fuck, you want him so bad. 

“I can take it, Cheol, I can take you, I promise,” you gasp, already on the verge of begging and nearly on the verge of tears too. “Please, you’ve made me wait long enough.”

That’s the final nail in the coffin, and Seungcheol sighs with resignation as he takes hold of his dick and guides it between your legs. “Okay, sweetheart, okay, but if it’s too much, all you have to do is tell us.”

You nod fervently and lean down, draping yourself over Jeonghan so Seungcheol has a better angle. You can hear the deep breath he takes before he hooks one finger inside you alongside Jeonghan’s cock, then two fingers, then three, before pulling them out and finally replacing them with his dick. 

When he starts to push inside, the sensation steals every last molecule of oxygen in your lungs, leaving you entirely breathless. It’s a good thing you’re resting on Jeonghan’s chest because you’re dizzy, lightheaded, dazed at the stretch you feel. 

Seungcheol goes so slowly you’ve regained your breath by the time he’s fully inside of you, though your chest still feels tight with your pussy at its absolute limit.  

It occurs to you that you’ll never take more than this, that this is the fullest you’ve ever been, ever will be, and you feel a rush of arousal gather around the bases of their cocks, your cunt too tight for much to escape. Seungcheol and Jeonghan have been grunting and groaning with pleasure (or restraint), but when you flood them and squeeze them, they both let out the most delicious whimpers. 

“Are you-” 

“Yes, move,” you moan, not even registering who asked you, your eyes clenched shut and your thighs trembling as you wait. 

Jeonghan moves first, shoving just a bit deeper inside of you before pulling his hips back and sliding in again. You’re wet enough his dick glides against Seungcheol’s, and when he starts to fuck you too, you find yourself in a state of ecstasy so sharp, it nearly hurts. They take a few thrusts to find their rhythm, but eventually they do, and it’s almost more than you can take. 

You’ll never ask them to stop though, never want them to stop. You just need them to fuck you like this forever, fuck you and fill you and keep you. Because you want to be kept by them, and you want them to want to keep you. 

You can’t stop whimpering, your moans blending together until they’re endless, dotted by gasps and sharp cries. Seungcheol and Jeonghan are making noise too, and if you were lucid enough, you’d hope the music outside is loud enough to cover the obvious sounds of sex. 

As it is, you can only lay there and feel each impact of Seungcheol’s and Jeonghan’s hips against yours, every thrust from Seungcheol pushing you into Jeonghan and every thrust from Jeonghan pushing you into Seungcheol. Until Seungcheol wraps his arms around your neck and waist and pulls you up into his body. 

The change in angle makes you cry out, as does the big hand he places on your throat. He doesn’t squeeze, just leaves it there like he knows you like as he and Jeonghan begin moving in unison. Seungcheol holds you in place so they can thrust up into you, and the feeling of them filling you together is somehow even better than them alternating. 

Jeonghan’s eyes trail over your body, his hands following them down down down until one catches on your hip and the other slips between your thighs. When his delicate fingers find your swollen, sensitive clit, you yelp, your hips jolting into them and away as he rubs steady, insistent circles. 

He must be getting close if he’s trying to make you cum, and you can tell by Seungcheol’s sounds and leaking dick that he’s getting close too. You’re almost scared of it, scared of the tidal wave of pleasure that will overtake you when it’s already almost too much, but you know that if they want you to break for them, you will. 

Seungcheol starts sucking marks into the side of your neck, and Jeonghan forces out in a trembling voice, “You gonna cum for us again, angel? Last one, I promise. Just be good for us one last time, please.” 

“Cum, sweetheart, I know you can,” Seungcheol encourages you through gritted teeth. 

And God, you want to be good for them, you want to be Jeonghan’s angel and Seungcheol’s sweetheart, so when you feel it start to build up deep inside, you don’t fight it. You let the stinging bliss coil tighter and tighter in your belly until it shatters, taking you apart at the seams. Your walls clamp down and you nearly force them from you, but they thrust in deep and stay as you cum so hard, you lose all sense of time and space and matter. 

The only tethers you have to this plane of existence are Seungcheol and Jeonghan, and they hold you up and hold you together as you try to swim through the stars in your eyes. You force yourself to wake up when you hear the tell-tale noises of their approaching highs, wanting to be fully present for the moment they fill you. 

Jeonghan and Seungcheol are the only men you’ve ever let cum inside you, and you can’t wait to feel that again, to feel them again. It’ll be different this time, you know, will probably alter your brain chemistry and the trajectory of your life, but you’re ready. 

“Cum for me, I want to feel you both filling me up, please,” you whine, nearly shaking in Seungcheol’s arms out of anticipation. Jeonghan’s face crumples in pleasure, Seungcheol lets out the hottest little whimper you’ve ever heard, and they break together, flooding you with so much cum, you think you’ll burst. 

Their hands grip you tight but you don’t care, wouldn’t mind waking tomorrow to sore spots and lingering reminders of the night you shared with them, of probably the best night of your life. Seungcheol’s hand drops from your neck to wrap around your waist, pulling you into a sweet, soft hug before letting go and slowly lowering you back onto Jeonghan’s chest. 

Jeonghan’s smile is dazed, satiated, satisfied, and he drops it to pout at you expectantly, his eyes hazy and his hand gentling on your hip. You lean in and press your lips to his, humming into his mouth when he swipes his tongue over your bottom lip. He doesn’t deepen the kiss much, eventually tapering off into little pecks and smooches that he dots all over your face. 

“Ready for us to pull out?” Seungcheol asks gently, rubbing your back with his big, rugby-rough hands. 

You nod and breathe, “Go one at a time, please,” bracing yourself for the approaching emptiness and attempting to push off the thoughts and fears of what will happen after this. 

Seungcheol withdraws first, pulling his hips from yours and dragging his softening cock out of your still fluttering pussy before climbing off the bed and heading to his closet. It’s almost odd to just feel Jeonghan inside of you, and you know it’ll feel even weirder not to feel either of them. You’ll just be you again, not you and Seungcheol and Jeonghan, and you can’t say you’re excited. 

It must show on your face because Jeonghan cups your cheeks, presses a quick kiss to your lips, and whispers, “Everything will be okay, I promise.” 

“So do I,” Seungcheol murmurs as he approaches with a towel in hand. 

He holds your hips up so Jeonghan can pull out, a surge of cum following his exit now that there’s nothing keeping it inside. Seungcheol catches it with the towel, wiping at your thighs and dabbing gently at your stretched, sore pussy. 

Jeonghan passes a hand over your hair and waits until you’re as clean as you can get before tilting to the side and carefully sliding out from under you, disappearing from view. You try not to feel lonely without them in bed with you, try to remind yourself that there’s no way this could work, try to steel yourself as you imagine stumbling out of their door and making your way through the party back to your own house. 

You hope they’ll walk you home at least, maybe give you a kiss goodbye before never calling you again, just like before. 

Jeonghan returns clothed in pajamas with a bottle of water from their mini fridge, cracking it open and handing it to you with waiting eyes. You take a sip and he grins, so you take another, realizing how parched you are and practically gulping the whole thing down in one go. 

“Good girl,” he says, taking the empty bottle from you and smirking at the way your eyes snap to his. “What? I wanted to try it out too. Did you like it?” 

“Yes,” you answer honestly, both because you don’t see a point in lying and because you’re loosened up from however many orgasms they gave you. 

“Good,” he smiles easily, leaning down to kiss you softly. “I like it too.”

Seungcheol sits heavily on the bed next to you, dressed in boxers and a shirt you recognize as one you bought for him, a band tee that’s just a bit too big on him. It’s much thinner than you remember, worn in the shoulders and holey along the hem, and it makes you smile to think he’s been wearing it all this time. 

“We have a lot to talk about, a lot to figure out, but I think for now, we should just push the beds together and go the fuck to sleep,” he suggests tiredly, taking your hand in both of his and giving it a loving squeeze. 

Jeonghan nods and points to a door, “We do have our own bathroom, so you can take a shower while we rearrange the room, angel.” 

They want you to… stay? The party seems to be dying down, it would be easy enough for them to slip you out without too many eyes, but it seems that thought hasn’t even crossed their minds. You try to contain the beam but it stretches your lips anyway, a rush of giddiness giving you enough energy to stand on your shaky legs and start to limp over to the bathroom. 

They stand with you, Jeonghan speeding ahead to turn the shower on and Seungcheol reaching out to open the door for you, pressing his warm hand to your lower back as you pass him. Jeonghan presses a kiss to your lips and hands you a towel, reaching his hand into the shower stall and saying, “Should be warm enough for you. We’ll see you soon?” 

You smile a watery smile and respond, “See you soon,” as he exits the bathroom, leaving you with Seungcheol. He brings you into another hug, swaying you like he used to and pressing a kiss to your hair before reluctantly letting you go, holding his hand out to steady you as you climb into the shower. The corners of his mouth quirk up fondly when you refuse to let go, and he pulls your hand up to his mouth to kiss the back of it. 

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll be waiting for you. We’ll be waiting for you.” 

He seals his promise with one last kiss before tugging the shower curtain between you and padding away on quiet feet. 

Somehow, you really do think everything will be okay.

AN: this was suggested by an anon and i am eternally grateful bc woooie do i love frat/college aus and jeongcheol

Please reblog if you enjoyed! I love to hear your thoughts!

how i picture the morning after if you're curious

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[webslingingslasher]

IM GLAD YOURE GOOD <333

also whilst we’re here. you know how girls get scary horny right before their periods? like i need to be tied to a tree like a wolf when im ab to get mine JDJDJDJ

peters never had a gf before trouble and the first time it happens he fr thinks he’s in HEAVEN. he doesn’t understand but she’s just on him 24/7 and he’s living for it. but also confused bc he can’t think of what he’s done differently to have u pouncing on him 24/7 but he’s not complaining djdjdnd

BOYFRIEND FRAT!PETER LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOO

-i've literally had this done for like two months but i got scared and let it collect dust. not anymore bby!!!-

for the fourth time today, peter tilted his shoulder towards his face to sniff his shirt. it smells just fine, it's clean cotton. he didn't get a new fabric softener so it couldn't be that, and it's not like he got a new cologne or soap.

peter couldn't place it, but something about him lately has you absolutely feral. especially today, he almost had to peel you away from his skin so he could go to class.

'i missed you so much,' you moved quicker than peter's ever seen, his feet haven't even come to a stop on the pavement before you're kissing him.

it becomes more sensual than he's willing to provide in public.

'it was an hour, trouble. what'd you do, wait for me?' peter meant it in a teasing way, he didn't expect you to nod quickly. 'yes. you're about to open your instagram to thirty messages, i'm so sorry.'

your palms race over his arms, something about him seems ultra soft today. in the least joking way possible, he really does feel like boyfriend material. and he was all yours.

'did you know i love you? like, so much.' he did, but he still loves to have a reminder. 'i love you so much it's uncool.' you've got a glazed look in your eye.

peter knows that look and if he's being honest, he's done nothing to deserve it. the last two days you haven't been able to keep your hands off him.

is this what people mean by the honeymoon phase?

'i love you too, trouble. what's got you so mushy recently?'

puffed cheeks, no regard and absolutely no reason to hold back. 'i just really wanna fuck you.' peter takes a sharp breath, something about you being bold makes his knees weak. it must be his desire to please.

'i would, i really, really would...' with gentle scratches up and down the back of your arm, you know he's setting you up for a no. you whine and pout up at him.

'no! you're not allowed! just say yes, please say yes!'

it's literally tearing him up inside. 'baby, i'm already going to be late for my library session. i also have a chapter meeting tonight.'

'do you really-'

'yes.' there was no way he'd be budging on that one. peter made you know you were number one priority, frat responsibilities sat right under you.

if he was suggesting you'd have to wait until late, or worse, the next day, you'd die.

'what about after the library? before the meeting?'

peter's never seen you so persistent. he really doesn't know what he's done, but he won't complain one bit. he'll be a little crunched for time, but that's no reason to let you down.

'if we use your dorm, yes, i think we can make it work.'

peter’s forced to balance himself, you attacked him with a bear hug and nuzzled into his chest. ‘thank you, thank you, thank you! i’ll tell my roommate right now!’

seconds tick. he’s already late and you’re not moving, keeping him in your grasp while your thumbs fly across your phone to send out a message.

‘trouble, you’re making me late.’ because you’d be offended if he pushed you away.

a finger is held up, ramped texting takes priority. ‘trouble,’ the second you feel yourself pushed to the side you huff up at him. 'don't toss me off to the side like i'm some toy, i'm your girlfriend.'

'you're not a toy, you're just not listening, therefore making me late.'

your arms cross over your chest, 'fine. whatever, go.' peter is nowhere in the wrong, but you're making him feel like he is. if this was before, he could just walk away. but now, he has to pause and address your concerns.

he's still adjusting to boyfriend duties.

'don't get mad with me, i'm being very nice.' he is, he even let you gently bully him into getting him into your room in an hour and a half. you hold your stance, it takes a few seconds, but he catches on.

'you're not mad, you're pouty. don't be pouty, you're gonna see me in an hour.'

a toddler grumble, 'i'm gonna miss you too much.'

peter really doesn't know where the sudden desperation came from, he really needs to check in with you, but if he's any later, he's gonna piss off a whole room of people.

'i'll miss you too, trouble.' it appeases you enough, you finally allow him to pass. peter isn't able to go a full three steps until you tell him to wait, he realizes his mistake.

'sorry, c'mere.' three quick kisses, you make it hard to pull away. 'love you,' he allows you to sneak another kiss. 'love you too, petey.'

—-

one thing you loved about peter was that he was always on time, at least for you he was. just like he promised, he was at your door an hour and a half later with a hand on his stomach.

‘i’m missing dinner for this, i could be having a nice catered meal with the boys, but no, it wasn’t allowed.’

‘that’s very kind of you, handsome.’

‘i just needed to let you know, you know, in case i go lethargic or my stomach starts growling.’

‘as long as you don’t pass out on top of me, gerald’s game scared me.’ peter holds his fingers up in a scouts honor, ‘i promise.’ it’s all it takes, you reach for his shirt, clenching the fabric, you tug him in. shutting the door and slamming him against it, your lips on his in a minute.

peter’s mind is spinning, he’s never been pushed up against a wall. it feels nice, it’s a good feeling to know someone wants him so badly a tinge of aggression comes with it.

your kisses trail over his jawline, you’ve never been so desperately horny in your entire life, something about him has you dialed to ten recently. it could be the impending period, but that just feels like a fraction of the reason.

feeling slightly guilty you’ve ruined his meal plan, you pull back, just for a second to rip his shirt off. when his skin is shown, your hands race over it, he’s toned, and tanned, and down right delicious.

you scatter kisses over his chest, peering up at him. ‘are they saving you a plate?’ peter looks down, he’s lost at your words. you’re asking about plates while worshiping his body?

‘huh?’ a trail of wet marks across his collarbone.

‘dinner. are they saving you a plate?’

how do you expect him to answer while you nibble a bruise on the bottom of his neck? ‘i don’t…’ peter takes a sharp inhale, he never knew he had a sweet spot until you found it. it’s behind his ear, and he has to lean down, just slightly, but it’s so, so worth it.

‘i don’t know, probably not. guys don’t think about stuff like that.’

you pull away with a pop, raising your thumb to brush over the red mark. ‘hold on,’ you turn for your phone abandoned on your bed, on the walk over you take your own shirt off.

it’s a quick text and a quicker response, your guilty conscience cleared. ‘done. ethan said he’ll save you one.’

‘my hero.’

you jump to your bed, shimmying your pants off before sitting up on your knees, you get into position, shaking your hips at your boyfriend before arching slightly.

‘are we thinking doggy?’

peter’s still stuck to the door, ‘you wanna start with doggy? what happened to foreplay?’

you move to your back to tug your underwear off, you were only following his words. ‘you said we would be strapped for time, i’m making it easier.’

‘by blowing past the most important thing and having me jam it into you?’

you narrow your eyes at him, ‘once upon a time you didn’t care about foreplay.’

‘that’s old peter, he’s dead.’

‘let’s revive him.’

peter finally steps away from the door, he feels ten times warmer. his arms move around like he’s trying to clear the air, ‘alright, hold on, we need to talk.’

four words that are forced to put the night on pause, he could wait for a heart to heart after. ‘let’s not.’ you reach for his jeans, he steps out of reach. ‘peter! you were the one that said it would be a time crunch, i’m doing my best here, let’s go.’

‘not until you tell me why you’re so possessive lately. this whole week, you can’t get enough of me. what’s going on?’

peter’s starting to think you have some doubts running through your head and if you have enough of yourself to him he’d stick around. it’s a bogus idea but you’ve done it before to him, maybe it’s worse because there’s more to lose now with the title.

‘i’m horny.’ there wasn’t much else to add. he’s just made you wildly needy this entire week, but peter wasn't buying it. with crossed arms he waited until you really told him what was going on.

you groan, the quicker you explain, the quicker you get what you wanted. 'fine, what do you know about the menstrual cycle?'

'as little as possible.' while he's slightly more knowledgeable than most men his age, everything he's learned has been against his will.

'great. i just got off mine two weeks ago, i'm ovulating, aka, my body wants a baby real bad. not just any baby, your baby, that's why i'm so horny for you.' you hope it's enough to appease him, you shuffle around on the bed.

'fucking in this bed sucks.' there's little room for peter but you did what you could with the space you had. 'also, expect this monthly. cause, it's gonna be your problem now that you're my boyfriend.'

peter breathes deep, 'that has got to be... the best problem i've ever had in my entire life.' peter moves so quickly your head spins, he's on his knees in front of the bed while you're pulled to the edge.

kisses up the inside of your thigh has you pulling at his hair, 'peter, you're gonna be late.' you suck in hair as he nibbles on your skin. 'we don't have time for this.'

it pauses him, peter looks up into your eyes, a cocky smirk forms. 'my girl has a primal urge, and it's my job to take care of it.' 

[reysdriver]

Phone Sex | E.M.

Day 7 of Kinktober: Phone Sex/Mutual Masturbation — eddie x fem!college!reader smut/a bit of fluff

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI - smut, phone sex, dirty talk, mutual masturbation, pet names (baby, sweetheart), mentions of oral and piv sex

Words: 1.9k

a/n: I know it is absolutely not october anymore but I'm not quitting! I already made a post ab it but I'm gonna keep going until I hit at least 10 kinktober fics!

It’s been tough since you left for university. The feeling of withdrawal from Eddie was already setting in, even though you had only been away from your boyfriend for just about two weeks. The chaos of starting school had just been so much—from the hustle and bustle of orientation week to pages and pages of syllabi you had to read through and prepare for—you had barely spoken to Eddie for more than a few small, rushed phone conversations. 

You and Eddie had even made a big deal of buying a landline phone for your dorm room before you left along with one for his bedroom, and you two hadn’t even got to use them for more than half an hour total. 

But tonight was going to be the night. You had no assignments, and nothing else to do than call your boyfriend for as long as you both could stay awake. 

Taking the handset in your left hand and already holding it up to the side of your head, you dialled your favourite phone number in the entire world. 

You lied on your stomach against the mattress of your twin bed, listening closely to the dial tone. After a few seconds, Eddie answered and a smile tore across your face almost immediately. 

“You’ve reached the gates of hell; what can I do for you today?”

You bit your lip to stop yourself from laughing at his stupid way of picking up the phone. “You know it’s me, Eddie. Don’t try to scare me off.”

“I just had to make sure, sweetheart.”

You decided you would tease him for that. “Oh, you got a lot of people calling you at nine in the evening?”

“Nope. Just one special little lady calling from her smart people asylum.”

Another joke you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of laughing at. “Good. I don’t want to have to beat any other girls away from you when I come back for Thanksgiving.” 

As soon as the words escaped your lips, you started to think about how far away that really was. It had been hard enough being away from each other for two months, you didn’t even want to think about being separate for two more months. 

Eddie was clearly thinking about this too, because he quickly changed the subject. “What about you, baby? Anyone you’re talking to late at night when you aren’t on the phone with me?”

“Nope. Just you, Eds.” You responded honestly. 

His tone changed from flirtatious to more sincere. “But you are making friends though, right? I don’t want you to have too good of a time, but I definitely don’t want you to be lonely.”

“I’m not lonely here, Eddie. Remember I told you about that group I eat dinner with? And I just joined a book club!”

“A book club, eh?” He tutted. “A shame. Bet they’re just gonna fill you up with the most basic of literature and turn you into a puppet for The Man.” 

This one, you did laugh at. You twirled the phone’s cord around your index finger as you crafted your response. “Don’t worry, Eds. There’s only one man I would be a toy for.”

You could practically hear your boyfriend’s jaw drop through the phone. 

“So it’s gonna be one of those phone calls, huh?” 

You suddenly lost a whole lot of your confidence. Did he just want to chat and catch up tonight? Was he thinking the sexual aspect of your relationship would be gone once you left for college?

“If you don’t want to, that’s okay.” You rushed to say. “I was just thinking we could have a little fun and then talk about everything else until we fall asleep—”

“Sweetheart, of course I want to. I just wanted to tease you a bit because I can’t do it every day in person like we’re used to.” He told you with a slight laugh. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I would never pass up an opportunity like this with you.” 

That boosted your confidence back again. You shifted around to get as comfortable as you could on your tiny bed. “Oh, really? I’m that irresistible?”

“Of course.” He said honestly. “That’s why it was so hard to let you move away. Remember our last night together before you left?”

You absolutely remembered it. How could you forget? Although you had originally planned to go to bed early so you could get to school, Eddie had made you a romantic dinner at his trailer and he had ravished you all night as one of his goodbye presents to you. 

Although you stand by every one of your dates with Eddie being one of the best nights of your life, that one had to take the cake so far. 

“Yeah, I think it rings a bell.” You told him. “You want to try to recreate it like this?” 

“Like, by ourselves? Over the phone?” He paused for a moment while he pretended to think about your offer. “Well, I’m not sure you would be able to match the euphoria brought on by my special moves, but we can try it.” 

“Oh no.” You said with a giggle. “I don’t know how I’ll survive.”

“Well, you could start by taking off your pants. Wait, maybe I should ask what you’re wearing. What are you wearing, baby?” 

Eddie was just so incredibly funny without even trying sometimes. You thought it was so incredibly him to get caught up on something like that, but still be able to turn it around and try to make it sexy.

You looked down at your body when you realised you actually couldn’t remember what you had even put on that morning. “Um, your Judas Priest tee shirt, some jean shorts, and the black matching set you like underneath.”

Instead of being upset that you stole his shirt like you were slightly worried he would be, Eddie seemed to like your outfit. 

“That’s a good shirt; leave it on. But the bottoms can go.”

And you as he asked. You weren’t exactly sure how this was all going to go down, but you were excited nonetheless. Still lying down, you lifted your hips and shimmied out of your shorts. 

“And what about you? You’re not wearing one of my shirts, are you?”

He chuckled into the phone. “No, sorry to disappoint you, sweetheart, but I’m wearing a nasty old pair of jeans and my Ozzy shirt.”

“Well, that’s no problem. The nasty old pants can come off. Then we can match.”

“I love the way you think.”

You could hear the clinking sounds made by Eddie undoing his belt through the phone and it shot a wave of anticipation down your torso and right between your legs. You pictured your boyfriend with his phone held between his jaw and his shoulder, so excited for what you were engaging in that he just had to get his jeans off as soon as possible. 

“So,” Eddie started awkwardly, “Do you want to get all teasing with things or should we just get into it?”

You thought about it for a moment, then answered him. “I think we’ve been apart for too long. We shouldn’t deprive ourselves of each other for a second longer than necessary.”

“Amazing point, baby, as always.” There’s more shuffling on the other line, and you’re tempted to ask about it, but Eddie answers before you can even say anything. “Don’t mind me, just getting some lotion from the dresser. Not everyone here is as lubricationally gifted as you are, my dear.”

He was right; you were already getting wet. All you had done was think about the idea of you and Eddie getting off together, then you had taken off your jean shorts, and you had already made a mark on your underwear. 

You didn’t want to start anything without Eddie, so you just opened your legs and let anticipation pool between them. 

You could hear Eddie groan, then the springs of his old mattress creaked loudly. 

“Alright, babe, let’s get into it.” He said. “I mean, I can do my thing here. How about you bring a hand down there and start playing with your pussy?”

It was clear through Eddie’s over-the-phone dirty talk that he was new to this, but who were you to judge? You did just as he told you, taking two fingers and starting to tease your clit. 

The sounds of Eddie moving his hands up and down along his cock, muffled through the landline, just turned you on so much. Every few pumps, Eddie let out little grunts and moans, your favourite sounds. 

“I’ve missed you so much, baby.” He told you, still getting himself off. 

“I’ve been missing you too.” You replied sincerely. “I think about you every single day.”

You dipped two fingers into yourself and pumped them in and out, an attempt to replicate how your boyfriend can bring you to climax with just his fingers when he wants to. It worked somewhat; it was pleasing enough, especially when you used your thumb to rub your clit at the same time, but it just wasn’t Eddie’s fingers. 

“There’s been times where I’ve been in class, not paying attention to a single thing the professor was saying, just thinking about us in the back of your van or out by Lover’s Lake…” You admitted. 

Eddie seemed intrigued by this new idea. He absolutely knew what you were talking about, but he wanted to press more. “Yeah, tell me about that, sweetheart. What were we getting up to in the back of my van?” 

“Remember that picnic we had after graduation? I was running through that whole day in my head, like it was on loop. I loved that day so much. I love you so much, Eds.” 

He let out one loud moan that seemed to echo off the walls of his trailer. You knew exactly what that sound meant, but he confirmed it for you between heavy breaths anyways. 

“Shit, I just made a big ass mess on my shirt.” 

“Well, maybe when I’m done, I can make a mess on your shirt too.”

“Yeah, you just gotta keep going, playing with yourself. Are you thinking about my fingers, my mouth, or my dick?”

“Your fingers. I wish you were really here.” You sighed. “I’m close.”

Eddie told you to keep rubbing yourself and playing with your pussy, and you did so until you felt the knot in your stomach burst. 

You found yourself breathing heavily, just as Eddie was a moment ago, and now neither of you were saying anything. You held the handset of the phone against your chest and watched as it rose and fell with each deep inhale and exhale you took. 

Finally, you heard Eddie’s muffled voice and brought the phone back up to your head. 

“I was thinking I should make the drive up to see you next weekend, what do you think?” He offered. “Maybe we could recreate tonight in person, amongst other things.”You held back an ecstatic squeal from leaving you. Maybe university wasn’t going to be bad at all, you thought.

[glitterypinkconverse]

─ ⊹ ⊱ INTIMIDATED

e-1610!miles x gn!reader

summary during a peaceful night on the rooftop of miles’ apartment building, he can’t help but realize it’s finally time to confess.

request by @errorundyne-exe ! 🎧 intimidated by kaytranada ft. h.e.r.

a/n it’s my first time writing in a long ass time, so sorry it’s bad 😭 also vv cliche so also sorry ab that, but enjoy!

warnings cliche, fluff, unedited

As the two of you sat on the rooftop watching the view of the busy city of New York pass by, Miles couldn’t help but observe you.

With the stars in the sky, the cars passing by, the lights twinkling from the buildings, you were all he could be focused on.

He took advantage of these moments, he never wanted to let you go and never wanted to see you walk away from his life. He was scared that one day he wouldn’t return from one of his missions, that one day he wouldn’t be able to see you again.

You were the light of his life, all he wanted in life.

Though, the state of your guys’ relationship meant that no progress was happening between you two. Just best friends. That’s it.

Just best friends.

How badly Miles wanted to confess, how badly you wanted to make a move, but nobody would. Either too scared to make a move or too scared to ruin what you guys have, it would be years before the two of you became an item.

All Miles wanted to do was spend the rest of his life with you, despite the circumstances of everything. He was the one and only Spiderman, he was the only person who could defend the city.

So he admired you from afar, waiting for a signal that you felt the same way as he did. He was nervous, too scared to ruin everything. He enjoyed these moments, where it was just you and him and nothing else.

“Look, it’s the Little Dipper!” You said, turning your head to see Miles admiring you as you pointed at the sky.

“Oh yeah? Don’t we see that every night?” He smiled, watching as your face turned from a grin to a pout. “We do, but whatever. It’s more prominent today,” you insisted.

He laughed at you, and for a couple seconds it was just silence. You guys were enjoying each other’s presence, enjoying this moment.

“Amor, I need to tell you something,” Miles started, then instantly stopped when you whipped your head towards his. Your heart skipped a beat everytime he called you amor, or any nickname in fact. Though, the nervousness in his voice scared you.

“What’s up?” You asked, slightly nervous. What if he was telling you you guys can’t be friends anymore? What if he’s saying that you’re a horrible person and that you’re insane for hanging out with him?

Silence, mind, he’s obviously not saying that, you thought.

“Well, I-,” he scratched the back of his head, making you more nervous. He fiddled with his fingers and bit his lip, wondering how to phrase his words.

“Spit it out Miles, god, you’re scaring me.”

Miles then faced back towards you and looked you deep in your eyes, causing you to fidget a bit from the intense eye contact.

“Promise me nothing will change?” He asked, to which you nodded slowly in response. He took a deep breath and exhaled, “I really, really, really like you. Like, more than a friend. And I’m scared that this is ruining everything, and, fuck,” he rambled, earning you a giggle. You quickly grabbed his face to stop him from rambling and connected your lips with his softly, causing his eyes to widen. At first he was shocked, then he melted into the kiss and kissed you back slowly.

You were the first to pull away, your hand still on his face. “I think we both can say that I like you too,” you giggled as he smiled. He then grabbed your waist and pulled you closer than ever, embracing you in a warm hug.

You guys stayed like that for the rest of the night, the New York City breeze keeping you guys cool, the sounds of the cars passing by, and staying in each other’s arms till morning comes.

[doritochoi]

Forbidden Desire | C.S

pairing: choi san xfem!reader

genre: smut

warnings: unprotected sex, sex in your boss's office, san really likes to fuck you.

word count: 2.3k

A/n : I feel so happy that I finished this story. It's been a while since I last posted, but I'm back. I hope you liked it! Don't forget to leave a comment. Love you guys ❤❤

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Again a normal day when you had to go to work. It was a really beautiful day, you could see couples holding hands on the street, wondering what was wrong with you, or if someone loves you. After that incident 2 years ago, when your ex-boyfriend cheated on you with your best friend, you don't trust anyone anymore. You swore you'd never fall in love again, until Choi San appeared in your life.

Choi San known as the millionaire from South Korea who maintains many companies, was the dream of many girls. All the girls you saw in the company were obsessed with him and did their best to talk to him. Unfortunately, you also liked him, even more than you think, but you surely thought that he would never look at you. Even if you were his secretary, you still couldn't do anything. Your feelings were growing more and more making you feel sad all the time. Today you were in the elevator, you were looking in the mirror, arranging yourself a little, then you heard a sound, knowing that you reached the floor where you should be. By chance, you saw that your boss's door was a little open, so you stopped to see what was happening. And there was Nancy, that flirty girl who is always in his office trying to get his attention. You ignored that, and went to your office, placing your laptop on the table. While you were working, you were surprised when it was San who entered your office. Usually when he enters your office, he calls you to get ready for important meetings or he needs help with a project, but today was the first day of the week and you were a little shocked to see him in your office. It was definitely something important. You weren't even paying attention to what he was saying. You were just looking at how he was dressed. That white shirt was a little transparent showing a small part of his abs. His pants fit perfectly, and his thighs looked so soft that you wanted to put your hand on them at that moment. Of course he saw how you were looking at him but he didnt said anything. "Did you understand?" , his voice scared you a little, waking you up to reality. Being his secretary, he expected more from you and all you could do was just stare at him. "Miss Y/n?" , the way he pronounced your name made you melt and it wasn't just that, the hands, the fingers, all the parts of his body. You thought what he could do to you with those long fingers. You didn't care about that you weren't paying attention to what he was explaining. Your mind was only full of dirty thoughts and dreams that you would like to fulfill in reality. "I would like to know why you aren't paying attention to me, miss. " , his body leans on your desk and his eyes making eye contact with you waiting for an answer. "I-i was just thinking about something..", he fixed his tie, looking insanely good, then getting ready to answer you. "Something like what?"

The tension was already too high, if he continued leaning on that desk like that you could make a wrong step and you certainly didn't want that to happen, so you stood up, heading for the door. But something unexpected happens. While you were rushing as fast as possible to get out of the same room with San, he grabs your hand and pinned you to the wall, looking into your eyes. He slowly approaches your face, his lips getting extremely close. Thinking he wanted to kiss you, you quickly closed your eyes, but all he did was move closer to your ear, feeling how his full lips touch your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "Im sorry, i didn't want to scare you, i just wanted to say that this night were having a date with Park's Company". There is no way that he did all of that just to say this to you, right? Or maybe it was just in your mind. The thing is that he wanted to do this. He had been planning this for a long time, he just didn't know when, and the right moment was right now. There is no business meeting. Yes, Mr. Park will come, but he will find the right moment to tell him to leave so that you two will be alone. It was too obvious that you liked him, he saw how you were arranging yourself, how you were trying to get his attention, but he was waiting for you to make the first move, but you didn't really succeed. "I want you to get ready at 9 pm, and I will come in front of your apartment to take you". You couldn't speak, in fact how could you speak when this wonderful man was standing in front of you.

Time passed very quickly. You put on the most beautiful dress you had in your dresser. A mini black dress that fit perfectly on your body. While you were looking in the mirror and putting a cute accessory in your hair, a sound could be heard from outside. It was none other than San. The fact that you were looking out the window, how he was sitting in the car. One hand on the steering wheel, waiting for you, while looking at the watch on his left hand, turns your legs into jelly. You gulped and looked at how he was dressed. The same white shirt, only 3 buttons were undone, exposing his neck. The leather pants that looked so good on him, his thighs... You were already staring at him too much, so you took your bags and left. Outside, when you walked out the door, he was there waiting for you. He got out of the car approaching you. Now it really looks too good. You could see how his muscles tensed through that shirt. How much you wanted to rip that shirt off, but of course you cant do that. While you were dreaming of all the scenarios that can cross your mind, San gets extremely close to you. His perfume brings you back to reality knowing that he is here, and you are just thinking about the things he could do to you. "Hi", just a simple hi and you couldn't even speak. "Let's go hm?", he waited for your answer a couple of seconds, because you were too stunned to speak. "Uhm.. y-yes", he opens the door for you, and you try to cover your dress a little because it was quite short. When he got into the car, he noticed that you were struggling to put on your seat belt, so he bent down a little, making eye contact, trying to put it on. After that, he realized what you were wearing. Looking at you from top to bottom, licking his lips. "You look so beautiful tonight, Y/n", You didn't say anything, you just blushed and smiled looking at him.

The car ride was quiet, but after one hour in traffic, you arrived at a restaurant. You got out of the car and you already noticed that the restaurant was not an ordinary one like all the others. It was an extremely expensive one, where you couldn't even afford to eat there, but yeah Choi San was rich. He startled you by putting his hand on your shoulder. You quickly turned around and lost your balance making San grab your waist, looking into your eyes. " Oop- are you okay?" ,you nodded and he helped you . "Shall we go?", he took your hand giving you goosebumps. "Yes", you shyly responded and went inside the restaurant. There he was, Mr Park sitting in front of us. He was extremely gorgeous, but not your type. You bet that every girl were trying to get his attention. " Woah i didnt know you will bring this beautiful girl here". San was angry, he didn't know he would act like this, he was trying to hold back from saying something, but apparently Mr. Park wanted to flirt with you. " So whats your name, pretty girl?" ,after he said that, his hand landed on your leg making you flinch, buy you decided to play too. Making San jealous can't go wrong, right?

One hour passed and the meeting already led to something else. You forgot that San was next to you, looking jealous at the two of you. It was almost 11pm and you already started getting ready to leave. San was looking at you, at the movements you were making. How you bent down to adjust your shoes a little seeing your cleavage, but still he didn't find the right moment to do the things he wanted to do. The time has already passed and he had to take you home. Apparently, Mr. Park tricked him. He drove you home, and when you got to bed you thought about what happened today. You can even focus on that power point project he gave you, all of this because of him. You needed him and for sure he needed you too.

The next day you woke up with a headache. Last night you had a dream. You couldn't get out of your mind the position your boss fucked you on his office desk. The way his hands covered your boobs, from time to time leaning down and kissing each one. He was driving you crazy. Not in the dream, but in real life too. You put on your favorite shirt and your mini skirt, underneath you had black panties, just the way you thought he liked them, and a pair of sexy tights. You applied a little make-up, took your bag and left for the company. When you got out of the elevator, you wondered if San had some free time to talk to him, because he always had meeting and he is very busy. You saw Jongho passing by and you went towards him. "Hello Jongho, is Mr Choi in his office?", he answered seeing that you had some files in your hand, thinking that you have to show them to him. "Yes, he just came", "Okay, thanks!".

There you were, in front of his office. You could smell his perfume and he itsn't not even near you. Before opening the door, you undid 2 buttons on your shirt to warm the atmosphere a little. You knocked and opened the door. Just as you expected, Mr Choi was wearing your favorite suit, his hair was neatly arranged looking at the laptop screen, but your presence makes him change his gaze towards you. He looked at you from top to bottom, carefully analyzing the skirt you were wearing. He knew he was something off. " What brings you here, miss Y/n?", the way he pronounced your name made your legs like jelly. "I wanted to talk about the project you gave me..", he looked at you for one more time and motioned for you to come and sit on the chair next to him. "Hm.. let's see what we have here....wait where is that file?, one file was missing and he tries to search it everywhere. Then you saw the file on the floor " Found it!", you said bending under the desk and showing San what is hidden in your cleavage. "Here.", you passed him the file. "What are you doing?" ,he frowned getting up from the chair, you quickly got up too, looking at him with confusion. But actually your plan was going like you wanted. "Nothing", he raises an eyebrow, trying to hide his interest but failing. "What's with the new look?, he smirks. " You are really coming out of your shell lately, aren't you?, he winks at you. "Huh what do you mean?", he grins, moving closer to you and wrapping his arms around your waist. "I mean, i love it, you look so confident and sexy, it drives me crazy.", he whispered in your ear, planting soft kisses down your neck."Tell me love, what is on your mind", his hot breath sending shivers down your spine." You, only you...". San leans down and starts kissing and sucking your neck, leaving love bites. "San...", you moaned putting your tiny hands on his waist, then your hands went lower to his belt, but he stops you smirking at you. "Nah, not now, im not done with you.", he puts his hands between your legs, discovering the black panties that you picked for him, then sits you on the desk, exploring every part of your body with his hands. "I love it when you surprise me, princess". You couldn't do anything, San was fingering you so bad that you wanted to come on his fingers. He sits you up and looks at you. "Bend over", you immediately obey and bend over the desk feeling hands wrap around your hips, pulling you closer to him. He starts to move slowly at first but quickly loses control, unable to hold back his desire for you. He kisses you passionately as he thrusts into you deep and fast, driving both of you closer to the edge. With each thrust, your moans became louder and he can feel himself losing control. He moves his hand to your clit, circling it with his wet fingers to add you pleasure. San couldn't hold back any longer and with a final thrust, he releases himself with a loud moan, watching you moan as well, both of you panting and holding onto each other tightly. He looks down at you with a loving expression and brushes a strand of hair away from your face." I love you so much...", you smiled at him feeling tired. Concern fills San's eyes as he cups your face and kisses your forehead gently. "Aww, my poor baby, you must be exhausted." he wraps his arms around you and try to clean you up .He puts you on the sofa lying down next to you. "Rest now, love. I'll be right here beside you, and no one will disturb us."

[melzula]

Hii :D since requests are open could u do a piece between iroh ii and kya's daughter? But this time maybe ab the first argument they had as husband and wife? Like what would they argue ab and who would apologize first!!

a/n: idk why but i struggled so much with this prompt LOL but i hope you enjoy! this is really the only argument i could see them having

summary: an important day for your marriage turns sour when your husband confuses his days

~ based off these hcs ~

You check the clock with a sigh for what feels like the hundredth time before rising from your seat and blowing out the candles on the table. The food you’d spent hours meticulously preparing has now grown cold, but you don’t feel much like eating anymore anyway. Your bottom lip trembles but you’re too prideful to allow your tears to fall, so instead you resort to cleaning away the mess before retiring to your bedroom for the night.

It should have been a beautiful evening; you’d planned everything so perfectly so that nothing could go wrong. But you never thought it possible for your own husband to forget his wedding anniversary, and this was a detail you hadn’t accounted for when putting together the romantic dinner.

You knew Iroh was a busy man what with being a General and one of President Raiko’s best men, but you didn’t think he’d find himself to be too busy on a day that was meant to be sacred for you both. A year ago today you’d married the love of your life in the palace gardens in front of your closest family and friends, and a year later you now find yourself alone in your bedroom wiping away the rest of your makeup and removing all of your jewelry.

Your hand stops at your betrothal necklace, and you stare back at your sullen reflection in the vanity mirror as you clutch onto the crescent shaped stone. You haven’t seen or heard from Iroh all day, and your feelings are severely crushed by his abandonment. Were you a fool for thinking your marriage would hold priority over his duties as General?

You’re too engrossed in your sulking to hear his footsteps, and it isn’t until your bedroom door begins to creak open slowly that you’re alerted of his return home. You say nothing to him, acting as if he isn’t even there as you brush out your hair.

“Darling, I wasn’t expecting you to still be awake,” he notes with a fond smile, oblivious to your hurt. “I’m sorry I missed dinner, but I had to stay back and discuss my next assignment with Raiko.”

“Dinner isn’t the only thing you missed,” you mutter coldly much to his surprise. It’s only then that he notices the anger in your features, your furrowed brows and pursed lips and hardened eyes.

“I don’t understand?” Iroh says wearily, taken aback by your demeanor. He’d never seen you behave in such a way and it worried him.

“I don’t expect you to,” you bite back impatiently. “It’s not like we share the same values or put the same amount of importance on things.”

“Whoa, hold on. Why are you speaking this way? What’s upsetting you?” He urges gently, kneeling before you and attempting to hold your hand only for you to pull it away. “Talk to me.”

“How could you miss our anniversary?!” You finally cry out in frustration, startling your poor husband. “Did you not see it to be important enough to take a day off from being the General? Do I not matter to you?”

“Of course you do!” Iroh exclaims, clearly offended at the idea that he could ever see his wife as unimportant. “Y/n, I didn’t forget our anniversary. Our anniversary is tomorrow, and I made sure to clear my schedule so I could spend the entire day with you.”

“Our anniversary was today!”

“My wife, our anniversary is on the 6th. Today is the 5th,” Iroh tries to argue, but this only seems to infuriate you further.

“Iroh, today is the 6th!” You say exasperated. His brows furrow at your words, but after a moment you see his features begin to fall at the realization of his mistake.

“Today is our anniversary,” he murmurs quietly, almost ashamed to voice it out loud. “I completely missed it.”

“You left me alone the entire day. An entire dinner I cooked for us was left to grow cold because you didn’t come home,” you tell him sullenly, a fresh wave of tears beginning to form. “I spent our first wedding anniversary without my husband.”

“My love, I am so sorry and ashamed,” Iroh professes sincerely, and this time when he takes your hands in his own you don’t pull away. His own eyes are glossy with tears and full of regret, and the sight only makes you want to cry more. “You know I’d never forget our anniversary, I couldn’t. Marrying you was the greatest day of my life. I’ve just been so busy that I lost track of the days, and that isn’t fair to you. You deserve my attention and my time more than anyone else does, and I’m sorry to have failed you as your husband.”

“I’m sorry for being so cruel. I was just so worried that our marriage wasn’t important enough to you,” you confess with a sniffle. “I worry that being a husband is not as exciting for you as being a General or a traveler or-“

“Being your husband is the greatest honor I could ever have,” he interrupts you. “I mean this, and I’m going to make it up to you. We’ll leave tomorrow for Ember Island and have a vacation, just the two of us. We’ll have the beach house to ourselves and I’ll spend every minute making sure you feel valued and appreciated. Does that sound okay?”

“It’s perfect,” you nod with a watery smile, melting into his touch when he cups your face in his hands and pulls you in for a tender kiss.

Mistakes were made, but you know Iroh would never hurt you. He worships the ground you walk on. And in the end, he’ll always go out of his way to be the husband you deserve.

Because you are more than he could ever ask for.

[stevenssticks]

reader absolutely breaking axl and making him beg and cry and just degrading him over all PLEASE

bia you really just get it.

i can imagine him giving you a hard time all day. he would be ordering you around, acting all big and tough. you’ve just about had enough of him telling you to go fetch him x y and z, having you running back and fourth from stores to the studio for food, drinks and whatnot. finally he stops asking you for things, as he’s now too busy chatting with the rest of the band about how “easy” you are. that’s it for you. you’re going home. you abruptly stand up from your chair in the corner of the recording studio, shooting axl a glare that says “you’re fucked” and you watch as his face drops while you storm out of the studio back to your apartment. you’re supposed to stay at his tonight, actually. this just digs the knife deeper.

axl of course comes looking for you like a lost puppy. he knows he fucked up. he comes home to his apartment first to not find you there. He practically sprints to your house. frantically knocking on your door. he would have this sad look in his pretty green eyes when you open the door. pulling him in by the arm and slamming him up against the now closed door.

“you think you can just fucking say that shit about me? nuh? we both know who the easy one really is in this relationship. now go to the bedroom and strip.”

Axl nods enthusiastically, dashing to the bedroom to do as he’s told. You follow him soon after, seeing him sitting on the edge of the bed with his head down. his silky hair covering his eyes.

“i’m really sorry, baby. i don’t know why i said the things i did.” axl looks up at you through his bangs, eyes a little watery.

“i think it’s a little too late for a half assed apology. get on the bed.”

axl of course, does as he’s told. he’s already half hard. you straddle him, still fully clothed. and take his cock in your hand. axl whines, abs tensing and flexing.

“you’re gonna take what i give you. and you’re not gonna cum until i say. if i deem you deserve it at all.” you begin to move your hand over him. starting off slow, then moving fast and hard before slowing down again. axl is writhing on the bed. when he gets too rowdy you give a hard slap to his hip and slow down again.

“gonna cum. please, lemme cum i’m sorry. i’m so sorry.” axl whines. voice almost as high as when he’s singing. you slap his hip again, harder than before. axl nearly shoots off the bed.

“no.”

axl is so wet and messy by now. you’ve been bringing him to the edge over and over again. his cock is covered in precum, and he’s got tears running down his cheeks and drool running down the side of his cheek; unable to control the sounds that come out of his mouth anymore. letting out little “ah ah ah”s and long strung out whines.

“please… please i’m sorry. i swear i’ll never say anything like that again. please.” he’s full on sobbing by now. you’re slowly moving your hand over him. you’ve worked him enough, you’ve decided. but you wanna hear him beg for it one more time.

“beg for it, baby.”

“fuck, please. i’m so sorry. i’m so sorry. please…. i need you. fuck me. i want you so bad. i’m so sorry.” he’s sobbing even harder now. you’ve never seen him this messy and strung out before.

“okay, honey. i forgive you.” you remove your hand from his cock and he lets out a sigh as he watches you pull your pants and underwear off. you lay down next to him, beckoning him over. he crawls on top of you. cock rubbing up against your pussy nice and slow before pushing into you. he nearly loses it right then and there. he leans down on top of you, needing to be as close as he can to you. he cradles your neck with his hand, bringing your faces close to give a sweet kiss on your lips.

“i’m really sorry, honey. i love you.”

“i know,” you reply, and smile as he starts to move. “now cum for me.”

it doesn’t take axl long, as worked up as he is. tears still falling even if he’s not openly crying anymore. he’s so overwhelmed. a mix of shame and relief bubbling up inside him.

“oh fuck, you feel so good. please… oh fuck i’m cumming. fuck. there’s so much. there’s so much. oh my god..”

you lock your legs around his waist. keeping him pressed up against you as he comes down from his high, hips circling slowly and making punched out “uh uh uh”s as he slows.

you smile up at him, kissing his cheek and then planting a warm kiss on his lips.

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ok i’m not sure about this bc i’m on vacation and like was only half present to write this lmfao. sorry if it’s not my best work. i’m probably gonna go back and edit this when i’m home :)

[thisonehere]

i saw your prostate massage hcs for some mk men, and i was wondering if u could do the same thing with raiden, kenshi, and rain?

Sure, why not lol

A Totally Normal Prostate Exam Pt. 2

A/n: Sure, I'll be honest, this is a wild way for me to start the new year... I'm not mad at it though lol Tags: MK1, MK AU, NSFW, MDNI C/w: Anal sex, fingering, dom!sex, mentions bodily fluids, overstimulation, himbofication, degradation kink, you make them your bitch, not fully proofread, g/n reader Last part

Raiden

The man almost had a heart attack the moment you asked. You made him so shy that the man struggled to hold your hand, looking into your eyes. The idea of you fingering him is a threatening one, even terrifying. He is unsure, he hesitates. During sex, he was passive, never being on top or submissive. Doing such a thing was But the thing is, he really likes you. A moment to be alone with you would hurt, right?

He lies on his back, and his palms are sweaty. He is unbelievably nervous though he tries to put on a brave face. He lifts his legs and reveals cute, soft-ass you.

You notice his nervousness, so you give foreplay as you compliment him. You rub your fingers around his little hole causing him to giggle and blush.

Finally sensing that he's ready, you fully plunge your fingers into him. He gasps, he feels every inch of your finger rubbing against his anal walls.

After a few moments of getting used to your touch and this feeling, Raiden finally relaxed and embraced it. It actually felt better than he thought it would be.

Raiden does whimper at your touch, but he also does another thing: he laughs. This is such a strange feeling to him. It not only makes him feel perfect, but it also makes him feel slightly ticklish.

He looks up and gives you a smile as you continue. "Keep going, Y/n, We're almost there..." He cheers you on as he starts to play with himself.

As you edge nearer and nearer to its climax, electricity buzzes inside and outside his body. It tingles and teases your fingers, it doesn't hurt at first. But slowly and surely it you can feel it becomes more and more intense as you continue.

Finally, Raiden comes. His semen spills out the hole of his cock and splatters all over his face, chest, and abs. The electricity that was around him caused you to scream in surprise and pain as it electrocutes your entire hand. You feel the electrical current go throughout your whole arm which causes it to go numb in the most painful way. You quickly pull out your finger in a hurry which gets Raiden's attention. He is pulled out of his daze and back to reality.

Raiden sits upright and looks at you concerned. He sees your electrocuted fingers and an instant regret washes over him. "Oh, Y/n, I'm so sorry. I-I knew was a mistake." He takes your hand into his and in his and inspects it attentively. He looks up at you embarrassed. "We need to get you medical attention...Uh...next time...we should use something else... maybe something more phallic..."

Kenshi

If this man drinking he will spit it out after hearing this. He's definitely not on board with this. "Why the hell would he do that?" That's it, flat-out rejection. The end... Until of course, he couldn't stop thinking about it. The idea of you touching, and fondling him, caused him to get harder and harder as he went on to think about it, He can't take it anymore. So, finally, he yielded and agreed to this.

Now there he is, on all fours, his back and his tight, fine ass facing you. It pulsates open and shut eagerly awaiting your touch. "Okay, Y/n, let's make this quick."

Kenshi can't help but gasp in surprise as he feels you thrust your fingers into him. "Shit!" He cries. The feeling of you inside him is so strange, it takes him some time to finally get used to it. His ass slowly begins to soften up as he gets used to the feeling, this sensation starts to feel much better and better.

He continues to gasp and his body shivers as you go deeper and deeper into him. He curses and whines in between every moan, he's loving this just as much as he's hating it.

Being with the Yakuza for so long had stunted Kenshi's sexual drive and instead created a disturbed appetite for violence inside of him. He was grateful he left and even more grateful he found you. With you, what you doing to him, makes him feel things that he's never felt before.

As you continue, Kenshi feels his hands wander as he starts to touch himself all over. Feelings rush throughout his body that he's never felt before. It's so overwhelming, it's amazing. His hands make their way to his cock and balls and he begins to play with himself.

You feel his hole starts to quiver and become more sensitive as you continue. You both can feel it, his climax.

Keshi's moans get louder and more curses slip through his mouth as he raises his head up and whines. "That's right. Fuck me, you sexy bitch!".

He insists that you start calling him slurs and other degrading stuff to get him off. He likes when you call him a slut and filth. Maybe he'll even ask you to spit on him.

Finally he cums, a surprisingly a lot. This could possibly the first time he came this much. It spills out all the over the sheets and it's intoxicating smell rushes throughout the room.

He turns and looks at you, a wild passion is in his eyes. "Now you've done it, you little slut." he growls as he grabs you and pulls you onto the bed with him. He gets top of you and smile. The two of you go at it for a few hours before you finally collapse and fall asleep in each others arms.

Rain

The mage isn't panicked nor does he immediately shut you down. He's more confused.He's not fully against the concept, but he isn't 100% for it either. But he does trust you, he love you, you'd never do anything that would hurt him, right?

So he gives little resistance as he gets naked and lies on his back for you. He grabs his legs and attempts to spread them, which is hard considering he isn't all that flexible. Spreading his ass checks to reveal his beautiful brown hole to you. "You'll be gentle with me, right?" he asks, still unsure and a little nervous.

He screams as your finger dive into his heat. You hesitate and almost pull out until rain grabs your hand and pulls you back into him. "There is no turning back now...do it." he demands.

Your finger(s) rub his anal walls, somehow you hit all the right spots even though it is supposedly your first time.

Rain rubs his body as he moans, one hand squeezes his huge chest while the other rubs his abs. Eventually they make their way down to his dick and balls.

Rain thought he knew every form of pleasure when mastered all forms of magic that was available to him and when he had met, but now, he is experiencing a new pleasure he never even knew was possible. "Amazing..." He moans.

His body shivers and his moans grow louder. The possibility is high that people can hear you. But you don't care and Rain especially doesn't care, maybe he will later but right now he is focused on the feeling coursing through his body.

Before you know it, he cums. His hot semen squirts out, drenching both him and you with its sticky substance. He slowly pull your finger out as Rain just lies there on his with his eyes wide open in awe.

He abruptly sits up and grabs onto you, an insatiable hunger is no in his eyes. "More, you have to show me more." He insists. Rain is a very ambitious man, he has mastered multiple forms magic, now he wishes to master multiple forms of sex. As many as he can. And he want to do it with you.

[aliteralmine]

it’s canon that abed (and the rest of the study group) never talks about troy anymore after he left. meanwhile, i think it’s the exact opposite for troy. i’d like to think he talks about the study group all the time to literally anyone he meets. he even observes their personality and likens them to a study group member. like he gets to know someone and he’d be like “oh you remind me of my friend annie” or “you’re just like shirley” or “you are being such a jeff!” even when the other person has no clue what he’s talking about.

he has found a “second annie” “second britta” “second shirley” “second jeff”, hell even a “second pierce” but never a “second abed.” because, he realizes, no one could ever compare to him. and he makes that everyone’s problem. so much so that one time, a fling gets fed up with him and says, “well im sorry i’m not that abed guy!” and he just freezes, because they’re right. all he could say is “yeah. im sorry too.”

what he shouldve said is, ‘i should stop comparing you to abed. thats unfair to you” or “no, you’re you, and i like you for what you are” but he didn’t. because all he can feel is how much he misses abed and how awful it is that nobody is as wonderful as he is and troy just. left all that behind.

[first-edition]

Thunder Storm

Jasper hale x human! Reader

Sum-You and bella are on your way to the Cullen house when a storm hits mid way. You two make it safe from harm but jasper makes sure youre fully okay.

(SHOUT OUT TO CAI WHO I KNOW IS GONNA READ THIS COME TO ME AND TELL ME HOW OBSEEN MY OBSESSION WITH JASPER IS. LOVE YOU 🥰.)

WARNIGS- smut, pinv, unprotected vampire sex (wrap it before you tap it folks),  cunnilingus fem!recv., she/her pronouns used, fingering fem!recv., slight nipple play, angst if you squint, after care present. 

MINORS DNI

“ah fuck!” You curse rushing into the Cullen house along with Bella as you place you keys in the little bowel they have set. A light breeze taints your skin before you look up seeing jasper walking to you. 

“what happened?” He asks worriedly although it comes off as a demand. 

“Bella?” Edward shows up from around the corner going to his girlfriend, both of you soaked as if you’d just jumped in a pool.

“Y/n i see your car outside what happened?” Jasper says now demanding to know what happened to your now damaged vehicle consisting of a severely dented back left door and a now missing tail light.   “Some asshole hit us on the way here the roads became really slick-”  “You shouldn’t have driven!” Edward snaps at bella. 

“We wouldn’t have come over is we’d known there was going to be an actual down pour now would we!?” You snap back for bella. 

Edward Cullen, your best friends boyfriend, and your super great uncle. Of course your family goes by his dead-last name of masen but none the less you’re related and he never lets you forget it treating you more like the annoying little sister than. His super great niece. And you like it that way. You’d rather play fight with a brother than be bossed around by your 104 year old vampire uncle. 

He sighs shaking His head as he rests a hand down on Bella’s back. And looks at her continuing a quiet conversation. 

Jasper moves closer to you checking your body up and down seeing any visible marks but of course theres nothing. Just you shivering from the freezing rain. 

“your shivering come on.” He says taking your hand in his even though he’s cold his hand in yours feels much warmer that yours. 

After changing into some dry clothes Alice let you barrow jasper bombard you with a large sweater of His and wraps you in a blanket on his bed. 

“J-Jas if you give me anymore warm things i’ll die of heat stroke.” You say as hes about to put on the fourth blanker around you. 

He moves a strand of your hair out of your face before sitting in front of you. 

“are you sure youre alright?” He asks his southern accent strong within the question. 

You nod pulling off some blanket already becoming hotter than you should be. he sighs in protest but it dosnt stop you from removing them. 

“Im alright. Really. You have to stop thinking of me as such a fragile thing.” You reply placing your hand on his cheek. He leans into your touch nodding. 

“I know..im sorry ma’am.” He says the formal notion out of habit. 

You lean into him to give my a reassuring kiss that you truly are alright.

Whats supposed to be soft kiss and a smile turns into him not wanting to pull away from you. His hands make thier way to your waist as he shifts his posits ion for his whole body to face you. Your arms wrap around his neck pulling him into you as you crawl over him sitting on his lap straddling him. 

Your finger run through his hair tugging. In response his hands snake under the layers to your bare waist his cold hands press against your skin as he feels the curve of your waist and move you the sides of your rib cage before dancing his finger tips to your bare back. 

You hum against his lips as his left hands finger find your breast his finger brushing over your nipple hardening it before giving the entirely a light squeeze. 

You pull back from his lips only to unbutton his shirt taking it off letting your hands search his chest and abs relishing in the time you get to touch him. For the longest time he wouldn’t let you touch him having never felt a soft feeling of love before but that all changed soon enough the first time you to made love. 

He pulling off your top layers in one motion accidentally ripping the last. Leaving your top, his favorite part of you, bare to his liking he stands, your legs stil clasp around his waist, and turns around kneeling onto the bed and laying you back against the plush warm bed sheets. 

His kisses move from your lips down you jaw line and neck being carful not to suck to hard in fear of causing severe damage other than a little bruise. Oh how you with you could mark up your boyfrien the same way. 

His kisses move to your chest taking your breat in one hand giving it the same pressure squeeze from before. He dips down into your chest taking your nipple into his mouth swirling tounge around the swollen bud making you gasp before you clasp you hand over your mouth trying to keep quiet as best as you can in the house of super hearing vampires. Although everyone in the family executive for jasper and Edward have gone out hunting. 

He pulls away from your breast and moves his kisses down your stomach kissing your hip bones that poke out from your low rise sweatpants. He glances up at you before pulling them off along with your panties so effortless lay its almost impossible. 

You look down at him, but not for long, as his tounge hits your core licking a strip up to your clit sucking and swirling just like he did with your nipple from before. He wraps a arm around your lower stomach providing slight presses and keeping you from squirming away as he lets his fingers enter you. 

Moving both harmoniously against the upper spongey part of your walls your thighs close around his head only making his dive his fingers into him and his tounge to move faster as his fucks you with his hand and mouth. Surges of continuous please fall through your body and you flush a shade of pink, your chest heaving your heart rate speeding up, all this jasper hears and feels letting him know you are right at the edge of cumming. 

Finally your let go your back arching as you turn your head gripping the pillow stifling your moan into the plush head rest. Jasper pulls away licking his lips as his golden eyes stare at your shaken body, flushed, horny, already fucked dumb just by his fingers and tounge. 

He crawls back over you resting between your legs and kisses your collar bone sweetly moving back up to your face as he showers you in kisses making you giggle. 

“Sugar? Do you wanna continue?” He asks. He ALWAYS asks you this question. 

sometimes he just wants to giving you the satisfaction him making you cum. Somtimes your too tired to continue sometimes your ready for more…so much more. You look at him as he moves your hair from your face. You nod and smile at him. 

He leans back off you a bit, you already missing his weight on you. He comes back a few seconds later his pants and underwear’s removed. He shifts your body and positions his hard member at your enterence and enters you slowly as to not hurt you in anyway.

Its easy for him to enter you as your pussy has been riled up just moments before. You bite you lip shutting your moan up as a purely fills you.

“mm-mm none of that. I want to hear you.” He demands and thrusts up into you sensing every part of your body to get a moan out of you. He groans as you clench around him at his actions. 

“Ngh jas…” you gasp you your nails running down his back feeling his muscles flex and retract. His cold skin almost feels as though its heating around you. 

The sound of thunder and rain, hitting his window, booms outside setting the perfect dark-day time sex feel. His hair falls to his face framing his face so fucking perfectly as he sensibly rails you into calling his name. 

Wanting nothing more than to feel you cum around his cock he takes a leap of faith and pushes deeper into you bottoming out in you for the first time hitting your cervix. You yelp in pleausre throwing your head back in ecstasy as has he fucks you. You take his hand in your intertwining his fingers in your as they push into the plush bed above your head. 

“jasper ah..please.” You whimper out as you clench around him. 

“good girl sugar come on…come on honey.” He growls out attacking your neck with sloppy kisses. 

“come on baby come for me.” He groans his hips stuttering as you cum around him in a fit of pleausre. He pulls out of you a cums on stomach. His golden eyes have darkened as he admires your body for a second. 

“stay there.” He says giving you a quick peck on your lips before getting you and walking to the bathroom his has in his room and coming back wih warm damp rag. He cleans off the mess he left of your body then goes back putting the rag in the sink. 

By the time hes by your side again your take in his nude body a bit admiring all the features from his scars to his face. In your doing so you dont realize you shivering slightly. Between your ice cold boyfriend your nude body exposed to the air. 

“go under the convers doll.” Jasper requests as he pulls on his boxers again as sit up shaking your head. He picks up the over sized sweater from the ground and walks up to you. 

“arms up.” He says you hold your arms and puts the sweater back over you. He kneels on the bed sitting placing his hand on your cheek and kisses your lips.  You smile kissing him back. 

“i love you.” He says 

“i love you too.” You reply. 

“are you hungry?” He asks tucking hair behind your ear. You think about lying for a moment but then nod. He nods back.

“i’ll ask Bella if shes hungry too.” You say and smile getting up only for your legs to slightly go weak Jasper rushes to you catching you. You just giggle looking at him. 

“sorry.” He says you shake your head. And peck his lips. 

“stay here i’ll go tell bella.” He says pulling on his shirt and pants again before heading out of the room. 

[honey-on-your-tongue]

I want to see Jake cheats on neytiri with Y/N!😩😩 And Y/N tries to escape from Jake and telling him that “YOU HAVE A WIFE AND CHILDREN” Y/N as always scared of him 😱 but Jake doesn’t care, he doesn’t care if he cheats on his wife, he will get what he wants and he wants y/n... Hi how are you?! This is what I imagine him doing everyday and I couldn’t stop thinking about it sooo Also sorry to bother you!! 🙇🏽‍♀️🙇🏽‍♀️🙇🏽‍♀️

First and foremost, BABY YOU NEVER BOTHER ME!!! Ilyyyy!! Don't be afraid to request/comment/dm, etc.! You'll NEVER bother me angel!!

Also, I'm good, how are you???

😩😩😩 the conflict I would have ab this but also omgggg I could def not leave him 🤭🤭🤭

The reason you'd originally caught Jake's attention had been because you were always so attentive. Always so kind to him—so kind to everyone. It just made something in him soft and warm.

And he wanted you. And he couldn't let you go.

The first time he'd fucked you, he'd excused it as a thoughtless act, a stupid little thing, a bump in the road. But then he'd made the same mistake again and again and again. And you couldn't seem to deny him, which made it all the more easier for Jake.

Eventually, though, you became guilty. Always guilty, wanting Jake but afraid of his family, of ruining that for him.

And one day, you finally worked up the courage to talk to him.

You meet at your designated place, deep in the forest, far away from the others. When Jake shows up, he smirks at you, but you shake your head, alerting him that something's up.

“Jake,” you start, sighing, “I-I can't do this anymore.”

Jake frowns. “What d'you mean, baby?”

You exhale sharply, exasperated. “Jake, you're married. You have kids. And I...I mean, I'm just your sidepiece. I'm getting in the way of your marriage, I'm breaking a home, and I...I can't do this.”

Jake chuckles softly. “You're just scared, baby. It'll be fine. We're fine—”

“Jake!” you snap. “We're not fine. You're married and you have four kids. You have an entire life aside from me, and I don't fit in. I'm destroying your happiness, and I can't—”

“You're not destroying anything, baby,” he tells you, grabbing your hands in his. “I love you.”

You shake your head, trying to push his words away, trying to pretend you don't feel the same. “You can't.”

“I need you,” Jake tells you, his eyes begging you to not do this. “I want you, girl. You're mine, and I can't be without you.”

You shake your head again, tears forming in your eyes. “We can't,” you insist, whispering the words as they shatter your heart into pieces.

Jake grabs your face in his hands. “You're mine, and I'm not letting you go, not giving you up, you hear me? No one has to find out. Things are going great for us, honey.”

You try to pull away from him, torn between doing what's right and doing what you want to do. It's your mind versus your heart, the logical versus the emotional. And your heart...you can feel it breaking, can feel it tearing itself into shreds, but you have to let go of Jake.

“Jake, it's wrong...”

“I don't care if it's wrong,” Jake tells you. “I love you. And I can't lose you.”

“But Neytiri, and the kids...,” you murmur, hesitant.

“They don't know, and they don't have to,” he says. “Just forget it, baby. Just stay with me.”

You meet Jake's eyes and you already know you're not going to do what's right.

You let him kiss you, let his hands move down to your waist, let him undo your loincloth and your top. He has you bare, undresses himself, and then he's on you, leading you to the ground.

And as he kisses you, as his hand wanders between your thighs to softly caress you cunt, you can't help but think of Neytiri, of the children...

Tears form in the corners of your eyes. You know this is wrong, but you can't bring yourself to let him go, can't lose him. The battle of emotions and thoughts within you is too much; it spills tears from your eyes. You grab Jake's face in your hands and pull him to you, kissing him, hoping he can drown out this collision of feelings.

Jake can feel your tears, he can taste their saltiness, and he's gentle with you, loving, soft in the way he works you open, his hands sliding into your cunt, curling upwards.

You moan softly, legs spreading wider, mouth kissing Jake's with more passion. You need him to deaden the conflict within you, need him to make it all disappear.

Jake rubs the thick head of his cock between your folds before slowly pushing into you. You arch your back, arms wrapping around his neck.

“I love you,” Jake repeats, kissing your lips softly. “I love you and I need you.”

You sniffle quietly, holding onto Jake as he thrusts into you. “I know,” you tell him between silent sobs. “I know.”

Jake can feel your pain, can feel your fear. It emanates in your scent, an entity that scratches its way into Jake's lungs and makes his heart crack.

He loves you. He knows he shouldn't, he knows he should stay away, but he just loves you so much.

His thrusts are slow and measured, careful with the way he fucks you. And it's too much love, too much pain, too much everything.

You cry through it, tears mixing with the pleasure as you gasp, shaking, your body delighted to have Jake inside. He kisses you carefully, his hands caressing your skin, his thrusts loving.

You moan softly, quietly, as your pleasure fills you, making you see stars. Through the tears, you gasp and tremble, hips jerking up to meet his.

“Fuck,” Jake groans, his cock bruising your cervix, his pleasure overwhelming.

“Please,” you beg between tears. “Please, make me come.”

Jake angles his hips up, allowing his cock to drag against your g-spot and making you gasp, shake, as you feel your pleasure grow within you.

“'s so good!” you cry. “So good! Fuck!”

And then your orgasm is upon you, unloading its weight onto your body, breaking you apart in its intensity. You whimper, shaking, as you come on Jake's cock.

And then Jake's coming inside you, filling you with his thick load, spurting the hot, sticky release into your raw cunt.

And then you're sobbing again, shoulders shaking with each heaving breath of pain and guilt and torn emotions.

“I'm sorry,” Jake tells you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He knows how difficult this is for you, how it breaks you, the idea of him having a family and you just being on the sidelines. “I'm sorry.” But he cannot let you go.

You shake your head. “'s not your fault,” you say. “It's not.”

“And it's not yours, either,” Jake tells you. “Don't blame yourself for this, baby.”

You sniffle quietly but don't reply.

Jake pulls out of you and lies beside you, holding you in his arms, kissing your skin, worshiping your body as you sob and cry.

You'd always heard that love hurts, you just never thought it would be true.

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I am not going to lie to any of you, this got way angstier than I thought it would 😭😭😭 I'm breaking my own heart here

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[kennyluvr]

#🪐: main 4 — baking brownies with them

synopsis/concept: baking brownies with the main 4

content warnings: none!

author's note: the thing with ike is partially based of a personal experience LMAO. also i think there's tense inconsistencies but i don't wanna revise smh, so sorry ab that!

kyle broflovski

kyle loves to bake with you whenever it rains, it helps him relax. whenever he starts to hear even a drizzle he calls you to come over😫

you guys rarely use a prepared recipe though, and whatever you use to make it changes every time, since you're just winging it most days and trying a bunch of stuff

and you guys love to add random shit to it, like whatever you can reach, you just grab it and dump it in.

you guys are constantly giggling and yelling so it never gets boring or quiet, it's literally so fun

literally everything is funny to you, like kyle mixed up the flour and the sugar and you both found it hilarious??

you guys also put music on and dance every few minutes, and while you wait for them to finish

and sometimes ike comes into the kitchen and joins you guys, until kyle makes him leave against your protests 😔

once, ike got on the counter somehow and smeared the batter everywhere when you two weren't looking. that's why kyle doesn't let him stay long most of the time anymore

it was so funny because you both thought it was shit 😨

you guys were laughing until your stomachs hurt when you realized, but sheila was NOT amused 💀

tbh it took longer to clean than to make the brownies since you made such a mess, and lowk made it worse.. but cold brownies are better anyway!

stan marsh

stan would literally be so prepared. he has a recipe sheet, all the ingredients, toppings, and supplies all laid out neatly on the counter.

he'll probably want to add some weird ass shit to it too, like marshmallows, or peanut butter

"trust me it'll taste good! i swear, i've had it before. you're gonna thank me later"

and somehow it does turn out good?? 😧

he'll probably get cute matching aprons for both of you omg??

he partially takes the lead, being kind of bossy tbh but we love dominant stan

and he's definitely a perfectionist, like he'll measure everything meticulously. if you add even a drop more of something than the recipe calls to tease him, he'll lowk panic tbh

and if you try to taste the batter he'll probably lecture you about how dangerous it is 😒

"don't do that dumbass, you could get salmonella. or e. coli or something."

before putting it into the oven he'll probably write a cute little note on it for you with a toothpick or something to surprise you 🤭

luckily, you guys finish up fairly quickly, since stan's so neat and organized

eric cartman

unfortunately you're not really baking with him, you're baking for him..

does nothing to help you except tell you how he likes it and how he wants it to be

"um, no y/n. i want more vanilla in it. usually i eat them with a lot of vanilla"

he's kind of excited though, he loves when you do stuff like this for him, it literally makes his heart swell 😓

he'd probably be super close to you all the time to supervise you and shit, hugging your waist closer to him

you do the opposite of what he says sometimes just to bug him, because the look of exasperation on his face is so cute 😕

"oh my god- you stupid FUCK i wanted m&ms. what normal person eats brownies with almonds??" (almond brownies are fire btw)

he's so funny when he gets mad too, and you keep having to stop to catch your breath

but honestly, sometimes, he's not actually upset or mad at what you're doing. he just does it more and exaggerates just because he knows it'll make you laugh, and he loves seeing you smile so widely because of him

he's so impatient too, when they're baking he keeps asking when they're going to be done

when you're finally done, he'll tell you how good they are to justify all the stress he caused 🙏

"see? i told you it would be better with m&m's. and the almonds aren't too bad either, i guess."

kenny mccormick

kenny would agree but he'd be really cautious and scared to do anything

he still tries to make himself as helpful as possible, bringing you everything you need, giving you suggestions or ideas

you have to beat him away with a spoon sometimes because he keeps trying to have all the chocolate 😭

he feels bad that he can't do much, but he doesn't want to accidentally kill himself

so he opts to hinder you support you emotionally as well, just hugging your waist from behind and encouraging you with kisses ☹️

and just like kyle, you guys put on music while baking

but once you knocked over a whole bag of flour dancing, and he was just laughing hysterically 💀

and you yelled at him to help you clean up, but he's writhing on the floor, cackling and coating himself in flour

and then when he's helping you clean, he probably knocks over the batter or something and he starts laughing his ass off again

it ends up taking a while to finish, since you and kenny are both a mess and have to restart tons of times

but eventually, when you finish, he'll probably ask you to take some home for karen and his siblings 😢

[sumaneun-stars]

'Stunning'

Pairing. Jay x fem!reader

Genre. Established relationship, fluff

Warnings. fluff, slight nipple play

Sypnosis. You thought Jay did most of the work between you two- and you felt guilty. So you decided to do the laundry for a change, hoping to make things easier. Except- things didn’t really go as planned…

You sigh in relief at the beautiful city view in front of you. There you were overlooking the cars moving, people walking, leaves of trees turning red, orange and yellow for the upcoming season, and to top it off you were staying at your rich boyfriend’s apartment, drinking coffee. You and Jay started dating in college, he was your senior, he was a blessing in college, he helped a lot in your ups and downs. It was hard when he moved to America for higher studies, but you got through the long distant relationship. Now he’s a CEO of a real estate company and you couldn’t be any more proud of him. You were so sure you wanted to marry him and have a future- 

“Y/NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! WHAT DID YOU DOOO!” You hear Jay screaming as he makes his way down the stairs, soon he was in front of you in his pyjama trousers, his upper body exposed while holding a pink stained shirt on his right. 

“What did I doo?” you whine in confusion. 

“Did you do the laundry?” he asks calmly. 

“ ….yes” 

“All my shirts are pink!” 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry jay” you pout 

“Y/n, I told you I would do the clothes and cooking” he says with a disappointed look. 

“I know, I’m sorry… Are the black shirts pink too?” you ask with a smirk, only concentrating on his abs 

“Oh so you think this is funny huh?” he smirks and slowly makes his way towards you 

“I never said it was” you say as you walk backwards teasing him with a smirk 

“Oh really? Well yesterday didn’t I tell you not to the laundry?” Your back hit the wall, the wall where you were admiring the city view and now trapped by Jay. You nod your head while looking down. Jay’s fingers raised your chin up to look at him. 

“Use your words doll” he commands 

“Yes” you breath out

 “And what did you do?” he questions, still maintaining eye contact 

“I didn’t listen” 

“Hmm… and what do we do to people who don’t listen?” he looks straight into your eyes 

“I’m sorry Jay, I didn’t mean to” 

“Answer the question” 

You whine in protest. 

“Whining won’t help y/n.” he grips your chin a little harder 

“We punish them” 

“Exactly we-“ 

“But Jay… Before punishing them” you teasingly run your fingertips over his nipples down to his abs, maintaining eye contact you move closer to his ear to whisper “You have to catch them first” You kiss his ear and run away laughing 

“Hey! Wait until I catch you y/n'' he says while running after you. Jay’s apartment is huge, so you could run anywhere. The both of you run while laughing, until you realize that Jay wasn’t running behind you anymore. You stop to look around for him. 

“Jay?” you call out but no one replies. “JAY WHERE ARE YOU?” 

“GOTCHA!” he catches you from behind and the both of you fall on the soft carpet on the floor. Laughing your heads off, you didn’t realize that Jay was on top of you. He suddenly starts tickling you in all your sensitive areas.

“You princess are in big trouble” he continues to tickle you. 

“Okay okay stop *laughing * Jayy” 

“Ohh no darling” he says. 

“Okay, okay- I’m sorry” you pant. He stops and sits up on his knees while looking down at your state. Your t-shirt had been pulled down exposing a little of your nipple, your hair messy yet beautiful. Jay wonders how he got so lucky, he loved your imperfections so much. While other people try to hide it, you learned to accept it and he kept falling for you every second of the day.

“Jay? What’s wrong?” You notice his zoned out look. “Is it the pink clothes? I’m really sorry Jay, I didn’t mean to put my pink socks in there and turn everything pink” you sincerely say. 

Jay only smiles at your confession and how cute you looked- all messy under him. 

“Why are you smilingg?” you say giggling. Jay smiles and leans down to softly kiss your forehead 

“It’s okay baby… but next time please listen okay?” You giggle and agree, the both of you look at each other, it was like you two were secretly communicating with your eyes. 

“What?” you softly say. 

“You’re making me look ugly” he says teasingly 

“Oh my god, is it that hard for you to call me pretty?” you roll your eyes. 

“You’re stunning” he says as he moves the strands of hair off your face. 

You blush at his words. 

“Come on, I’m late because of you” He pecks your exposed nipple and gets off you. He helps you up and walks with you to the kitchen to eat breakfast. Your hands were in his, smiling at each other like teenagers. Jay wanted his every day to be you. He was ready to spend the rest of his life loving you and spoiling you with his love.

[jayrlz]

STACY’S MOM PT. 2 – JAY

( but it’s actually her dad )

warnings : VERY explicit smut, dilf!jay x afab!reader, u fuck ur bff’s dad, virgin!reader, reader gets corrupted, jay pretends to be soft but he’s actually a really hard dom, dumbification, a little bit of perv!jay and perv!y/n, breast slapping, spitting, degrading, praising, there’s a lot more ok

read part 1 !

that very day at the pool, in order to barely function, you convinced yourself you had imagined it; that you were so into mr park that it got to your head.

yet, even if you had told yourself it was pure fiction, you couldn’t stop thinking about it.

as you were doing right now, for example.

you were laid on your bed on your back, wearing a small top with some random graphic design; thanks to the comfort of your own house, you happened to be braless. as bottoms, you were wearing some black panties and some shorts which could also be considered underwear if you took in mind their length.

as your mind played any imagine it had caught of jay for as long as you’d known him, your hand had travelled inside your shorts but not inside your panties.

something you’d told no one, not even stacy, was that not only were you a virgin, you also had never gone as far in masturbating as to finger yourself.

at some point, just some random replays of your mind weren’t enough, and so you in full of guilt grabbed your phone.

you opened mr park’s facebook account, and you, in full shame may we add, looked for a specific picture.

there he was, outside of some random fountains at some random expensive vacation, posing in front of them with just his wet swim shorts on.

fuck, his face, his abs, his muscular arms and then the clear outline of his dick. you zoomed in to see more clearly, and everything got too hot for you.

just touching the outside of your clitoris wasn’t enough anymore, and you almost let your fingers explore your hole.

that was of course, before the doorbell interrupted you.

who could it have been at 9 pm? your parents were coming back home tomorrow, and you had no plans with anyone.

you, with a very loud groan, tossed your phone to the side and got up to check on the door.

“ who is it? ” you asked in a clearly annoyed tone.

“ y/n? it’s jay, stacy’s dad. sorry, were you doing something? ”

you pulled the door open and couldn’t even look him in the eyes, considering what you were just doing.

“ m..mr park! what brings you here? ” you asked, trying to adjust your insanely revealing shorts, and somehow adjust so as not to show your very hard by now nipples.

“ your dad had told me to come check up the tv in your room, and he said that you should be home and awake now, so i dropped by after work. ah, you must’ve been busy, i’m sorry. i’ll get going. ” he said and almost turned to leave before you stopped him,

“ no no! it’s okay, ” you awkwardly chuckled, “ come in. ”

in all honesty, you had forgotten that the tv in your room was broken, and you definitely would rather keep at that than bring yourself in the current situation.

but, some twisted part of you got so horny at the thought of jay seeing you like this, that you couldn’t bring yourself to let him down.

“ oh, i also brought the screwdriver! you left it at ours the day you brought it, and i know your dad needs one so i’ll leave it here. ” he said as he held up a red screwdriver, god he was such a gentleman.

and so there you were! jay entering your room, you following behind him, and everything seeming to go smoothly.

emphasis on the seeming, since the second you stepped in, your eyes fell on the open phone screen lain on you bed.

and clearly, it wasn’t just you own eyes.

jay clearly recognised himself at the picture and in almost cocky way he picked up the phone.

“ care to give me some explanation as to why this is here, doll? ”

you could in no way form an actual sentence to respond to him, so you just looked down and gulped.

he grabbed you and pinned you down on the bed, before grabbing your face; forcing you to look him in the eye.

“ what happened baby, are you shying away now? you seemed to have no shame when you were zooming in to my pictures and touching your tight little pussy. ”

he kissed your lips softly and slowly, making sloppy sounds come from the collision.

“ jay, i.. ” you said as you pulled back for a second.

“ mr park. ” he corrected and your face fully flushed,

“ mr park.. i..i haven’t done this before, i’m a virgin.. ” you said in embarrassment, afraid that that’d be a turn off to him.

luckily - or in reality, unluckily for you - a smirk formed on his face as his eyes glowed with something, you couldn’t exactly tell what it was.

he tried to hide his body’s response to your words, “ i’ll totally understand if you don’t want to lose your virginity to me, darling. take your time and don’t push to yourself in anything you might regret. ”

“ n..no, that’s not it, i want to lose it to you mr park! i really really do! ” you desperately said, “ i’m just worried that it might throw you off! ”

“ baby.. ” he said as he caressed your cheeks softly, “ you couldn’t have been more wrong. ” he said in an almost lust full tone.

“ ever since you turned 19, you’ve grown so much, all i can think off is fucking you like the dumb little fuck doll you are, like i haven’t noticed how you behave around me.. ”

he went back to slowly and passionately kissing you with his tongue, as his hands roamed over your upper body, bringing your shirt up.

he pulled back and placed his hand softly under your head, raising it slightly so as to pull your top off.

you almost instinctively and in embarrassment tried to cover your breast with your hands, yet he almost aggressively pulled them off.

coming in contrast with that, he gently held them in his arms, as his fingers brushed up and down on your sensitive nipples, causing you to moan and uncomfortably squirm at the feeling.

he leaned in and took a breast in his mouth, his warm tongue running over your areas and earning back soft whimpers from you.

his hands grabbed onto your short’s and took your underwear along with them, and he then slid the both of them down; taking them completely off you.

he threw your shorts somewhere away and placed your panties in his pocket.

he placed a trace of kisses all along your stomach, reaching your pelvis area.

his hands held your thighs and whilst simultaneously caressing them, he opened your legs up.

“ you have the prettiest pussy i’ve ever fucking seen. ”

he said as he proceeded to place a kiss directly on your clitoris, causing you to moan and sit up.

he continued sucking, licking and placing wet kisses on your sensitive nerves, and he took your sounds as a sign to insert a finger in your hole.

“ j..jay! ” you said in a gasp, and you felt him smirk.

he proceeded to move his finger at a pace you didn’t know was humanly possible, causing you to cry out.

“ i said it’s mr park, sweetheart. ” he said, still keeping the amused look on his face as he added a second finger.

in a moan of messes and tears you fell on your back and grabbed your breast with your right hand.

the second he attempted to add a third finger, you felt your hole clench and your back arch as you experienced your first orgasm.

“ oh no baby, you’ve made daddy’s fingers all messy.. ” he spoke as you were still recovering from it.

he took his fingers off your hole and placed them right in your mouth aggressively, causing you to suck on it.

he lowered his pants just enough to pull his cock out, and you loudly gasped at the size.

after you struggled so much to take just his fingers, you’d definitely not be able to take such a big dick.

he saw the way you stared at it and let out a teasing chuckle.

“ what’s wrong y/n? scared it’s gonna be too big? ”

you moaned as he suddenly placed himself at your entrance.

“ m..mr park, w..wait! ”

he entered himself a little more in, and then softly kissed your lips.

“ are you okay, my love? ” he asked with concern.

you nodded and signalled for him to keep going.

he smiled at the confirmation that this wasn’t giving you unbearable amounts of discomfort, and he kept pushing in, up until it was halfway inside you.

you bit your lip and let out a muffled moan, as he held your arm next to your head.

“ it’s more than halfway in, doll. i know you can take it. ”

soon enough, he was fully inserted in your hole, and he gave you a few second to adjust to his size and the mix of pain, pleasure and stretch.

“ poor little girl, can’t take my cock as easy as you were thinking when you were touching yourself, hm? ”

he said as he slowly and steadily begun moving in and out, earning soft gasps and whimpers from you.

he was filling you up so well, opening your tight hole just enough to fit just his dick. every part of you was so swollen and sensitive, and that’s when he touched your clit.

your feelings and sensations were all getting too much for you, as you were beginning to feel hazy and light headed.

you were softly crying and moaning in repeats at his every movements, everything felf like a dream.

“ m..mr park… ” you barely stumbled out as he abused your swollen and sensitive clit with his hands, and your hole with his big cock.

you felt a knot tie in your lower stomach as you felt a warm liquid run across your chest, realising he had spat on you.

you shut your eyes tightly as you held onto his forearms, letting out a string of begs and his name.

he gave a slap to your tits, “ cum for me, my angel. ”

and so you did, you experienced a harder orgasm than you ever had. your pussy squirted all over jay’s front, and you simultaneously moaned and hiccuped.

you felt his warm cum on your face, adding even more to everything you were feeling, causing you to black out.

you opened your eyes, and found yourself tucked in your bed, completely cleared up and dressed, causing you to understand that this was an insanely realistic wet dream.

well of course, as if mr jay would pull up in your house and just fuck you!

you told yourself and then turned on your side, only to find a red screwdriver on your night stand.

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