#theo smut

[kisseobie]

piwon’s reaction to reader squirting? 🫠

p1harmony reacting to making you squirt

pairings: ot6 p1harmony x reader

warnings: nsfw (mdni)

tags: unprotected sex (don’t do this lolz), cunnilingus (fem. receiving), crying, squirting (duh), rough sex, degradation, spanking, fingering, masturbation, mentions of piss, corruption, i think that’s the bulk of it?

a/n: apparently user kisseobie is the biggest whore on the planet bc i started writing this the minute i saw the notification in my inbox.. i couldn’t help myself from doing full fledged reactions sorry …. also i believe in pussy slapping keeho supremacy .. also don’t ask why i wrote so much i wasn’t planning on it….

❤︎ keeho

the two of you are sat on the soft carpet of keeho’s bedroom, your bare back pressed up against his clothed chest. your boyfriend has one hand tightly holding your face in place, forcing you to stare at the mirror in front of you and watch as his other hand descends between your thighs. his rough fingers gather your slick and you mewl in response, to which he gently pushes his fingers into your cunt. he may be an attentive lover, but he’s not the most patient, and his rigorous pace of fucking his digits into you is almost immediate, causing you to whine and thrash against him. “mm kyo, ‘s too much!” is the only coherent sentence you can get out of yourself as keeho ignores your pleas to slow down, only quickening the pace of his fingers moving in and out of your pussy. your eyes screw shut as your boyfriend’s hot breath hits your right ear, and with his mouth so close to your face, you can properly hear his quiet grunts and curses, the only indication that he’s not nearly as composed as he’s attempting to seem. when he notices that your eyes aren’t on your reflection anymore, he gives your clit a firm spank that makes you scream and jolt in surprise. “fuckkkkkk, no more p-please i can’t take it!!” you squeal, eyes shutting once again, partly because keeho’s assault on your pussy is salivating, and partly because your humiliated, humiliated that he’s capable of forcing you into submission so quickly, and how you sit in front of him fully naked while your boyfriend watches you, fully clothed and composed.

you can’t stop shaking and sobbing against him. he eventually lets you lay your head back on his shoulder as the pleasure becomes overwhelming, but his fingers never still. “look at you,” he coos, “haven’t even stuffed you with my dick yet and you’re drooling all over yourself. you’re so fucking nasty y/n” he taunts, only egging himself on with every insult. if you ignore his command to look at yourself, he once again grabs your chin and forces you to, laughing under his breath at your tears and dumbed out expression as you try your best to listen to your boyfriend’s next words. “need you to come for me, can you do that angel? you gonna cum around my fingers? gonna make a mess all over me?” he sweetly asks you, a heavy contrast to the pad of thumb currently drawing circles into your puffy clit. you can only nod in reply, feeling a more intense orgasm bubbling in your tummy and before you can warn him, keeho lands another slap against your mound that pushes you over the edge. you’re floating, vision white and toes curled as you writhe against kyo’s fingers. minutes pass by and you finally come back to your senses, feeling keeho laying pecks all across your bare shoulders as you slump into him, and that’s when you notice that there are spritz and drops of what seems to be liquid on keeho’s mirror, pooled on the carpet below you, and scattered across the smooth skin of your thighs. you can hear keeho’s heavy pants, and when you turn to apologize for the mess you’ve made, your words get stuck in your threat as you realize that your boyfriend didn’t mind one bit, quite the opposite actually. he’s on top of you in seconds, laying your back against the now damp carpet as he stares at you with a wild, lust-driven look on his face.

“think i can make you squirt around my cock next, pretty?”

“wait kyo! won’t fit, it won’t fit!” is your reply, but do you really think he gives a care in the world? he’ll make it fit, and he’ll draw those waves out from you until you’re both spent and soaked in your sweet juices <3

❤︎ theo

“wait so you’ve never..?”

“nope. i don’t think every girl can”

it started with an unserious conversation about your personal sexual experiences, a topic your new boyfriend was very curious about. for the most part, the atmosphere was lighthearted as you and theo took turns interrogating eachother, but a specific question asked by your boyfriend leads to you admitting that a guy has never made you squirt, much less orgasm before, to which theo shakes his head in denial. he’s hesitant to believe you, half anticipating you to laugh it off and tell him you were just joking. however, when you meet his quizzical look with a blank stare, his mind starts to drift to more dangerous depths. always competitive in nature, taeyang takes your underwhelming sexual past as a challenge, and his demeanor shifts to one consumed by lust within seconds. he suddenly wants to show you everything, wants you to feel better than you’ve ever felt before, wants to mark you as his and become the only boy you could ever desire.

an hour later, he has you bouncing on and creaming his cock, giving you your third orgasm of the night. shows you all he has to offer, from his skillful fingers and tongue, to his massive dick that fills you up so well, so well that a bulge appears in your tummy. he’s addicted to your taste, your moans, your begs, and fucks you so good that it’s almost unbelievable that this is your first time together. slaps your ass and gropes your tits like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. not only is taeyang ridiculously good at sex, he’s also got the dirtiest mouth on him. can’t stop the expletives and praises dripping off his tongue like honey, telling you things like “so tiny, you sure this isn’t your first time sweetheart? if my fingers can’t fit, how are you gonna take my cock, hm?”. is borderline snarling everytime you gasp at a new sensation, and he knows right away that he’s got you hooked. your willingness to take whatever he gives you unlocks a corruption kink in him that he didn’t know was there. obsessed with the way that everytime he pulls out, your hips move on their own to chase the feeling of him filling you up again. you have such cute reactions to everything he’s giving to you, but his favorite by far is your begs for him to fuck you deeper, harder, fill you up with his seed. theo is so shameless, he doesn’t even care that your neighbors can probably feel your headboard hitting the wall with every thrust, wants them to know that the innocent pretty girl next door is getting defiled.

currently, he has you with your face down and ass up, posing all pretty for him and showing off your little hole, still dripping with his cum as he lines up his length with your pussy lips and pushes in. you love how degrading this position in, how you’re completely at his mercy like this, dizzy with want as you drool at the thought of coming around his dick again. theo lands another firm smack against your ass cheek, and your legs buckle up from the pain and pleasure. you’re twitching against him, getting addicted to the way your body is being tossed around like a ragdoll, as if you were made to be taeyang’s personal cocksleeve. he pounds into you like it’s nothing, and it sends blood rushing to your core. you silently thank the heavens for blessing you with a boyfriend like theo when you feel another climax approaching, all whilst theo continues to assault your cunt and use you like a cum dump. just when you believe theo couldn’t make you feel any better, his hand slips in between your legs to draw circles into your clit, and you feel the knot in your tummy tear in one firm snap that has you shaking, gripping onto anything within your reach to try to ground yourself as he works you through your nth orgasm of the night. your arousal leaks out of you, dripping and splashing onto theo’s pelvis and your sheets, and it just doesn’t stop spilling. you can hear your boyfriend groaning in satisfaction, filling you up once again and pounding irregularly as you both ride your highs together. after a few moments, taeyang’s thrusts slow to lazy grinds until you push your hips away, pleading him for “noooo, no more yangie.. too sensitive..” as he just watches you escape his grip in amusement. your boyfriend gives you a few minutes to catch your breath, massaging little shapes into your skin to ease any pain he may have caused earlier. when you’ve finally descended back to planet earth, you turn to look at theo with a face of disbelief, and he grins and leans in to kiss you, pulling off your lips just as quick to stare at you, still smiling mischievously. then he’s sitting up on your bed again, fingers moving dangerously close to your wetness as you widen your eyes at his next words.

“what was that you said earlier, my baby doesn’t think she can squirt? but look at you now.. so messy, want me to clean you up? hm? think you can take it?”

❤︎ jiung

“shhh pretty, gotta stay quiet ok? don’t wanna get us in trouble, do you?” jiung taunts as he lazily strokes himself to the view of you playing with your cute pussy. you’ve never felt so vulnerable before, burning up at the intensity of his gaze as you muster up enough courage to spread your legs wider in order to please him. when jiung asked you to show him how you touch yourself when he’s on tour earlier, you didn’t expect to be so shy, but another part of you feels empowered at how the sight of you playing with yourself is making him lose all of his composure. although you’re currently at his dorm, and are aware that the rest of the boys are also here, the risk of them hearing you doing something so dirty is exhilarating. your boyfriend doesn’t seem to mind either, completely detached from his surroundings and focused on the way you work 3 fingers into your hole, the way it gapes and swallows your digits. he’s breathing heavily in between his instructions, gaze dark as he continues to fuck up into his own palm. ji has always been so sweet with his praises, and everytime he calls you something as simple as pretty, you move your fingers a tad bit faster to chase your release. you’re about to inform him that you’re close, but he beats you to it by forcefully pulling your fingers away from your cunt, replacing them a few moments later with his own. jiung’s pace is less forgiving, and your control over the volume of your voice starts to waver as curls his fingers inside of you. the sensation of his ministrations, paired with the fear that any of his members could catch you in this position results in an odd buildup in your stomach. you’ve experienced earth shattering orgasms with your boyfriend before, but there is something different about the way this one is building up, and for a moment you’re terrified you’re about to piss all over his fingers and sheets. you remove one of your hands from it’s grip on his pillow and grab at jiung’s wrist instead in a panic, attempting to push him away and warn him but he doesn’t stop, in fact he only quickens his pace and scrunches his brows in concentration as you start to writhe and tremble. “ji wait! ah, fuck!” are the last words that leave your lips before you feel yourself gush all over his hand, and your eyes roll back as warm drops escape your womanhood.

your embarrassment of peeing yourself, despite how good it felt, snaps you out of the afterglow of your orgasm quicker than usual, and you’re about to apologize to the boy in front of you profusely but he cuts you off with “baby, you squirted”. when you look up at his face, he’s smiling so big, as if he’s a child that was just given a bucket of candy on halloween. “i uh, are you sure?” is the lame response that comes out of your mouth in a sigh, and you’re honestly relieved that you didn’t pee yourself and slightly less mortified at how quick you came because of your boyfriend’s pleased reaction. he just giggles in response and leans in to kiss you all over your face, his excitement is contagious, causing you to laugh along with him. “i didn’t even know i could do that..”

just when jiung is about to respond, loud knocking can be heard against his door. “you guys are so loud, can you please not fuck like rabbits when other people are here? some of us enjoy some peace and quiet”. you recognize the disgruntled voice as keeho’s, and although you’re a bit ashamed, your boyfriend just ignores the inquiry and kisses you again, fingers making their way back to your cunny as you sigh at the contact.

“keeho’s got some nerve if he thinks i’m gonna leave you alone tonight after you just squirted in front of me”

❤︎ intak

in true puppy nature, intak is obsessed with giving you backshots. doggystyle is his favorite position, he loves the way he gets full access to the sight of your bare back glistening with sweat as you praise how well he’s fucking you. tak is addicted to how your ass jiggles everytime your pelvis’ hit against each other, how he just has to peer downwards to see the ring of your frothy cum around his fat cock. yeah, intak loves giving you backshots, a fact so obvious that you’ve started to wear the skimpiest skirts around him, just to lure him into taking what you know he always wants.

tonight is no different. you’re sitting at your vanity, spritzing some of intak’s favorite scent of perfume onto your wrists and on the nape of your neck, adding minor touch ups to your full glam, and most importantly, sliding on the shortest skirt you’ve ever owned. the material clings onto the shape of your bum, and the length is so short that the bottom curve of your ass is on full display. you haven’t seen your boyfriend in days, and usually that just meant that you would have to do with your vibrator, but recently, the device just wasn’t enough, just didn’t hit the spot like your boyfriend did. to say you were sexually frustrated was an understatement. you needed to intak’s girth on your tongue, needed him to open you up and fuck you into next week. therefore, you’ve decided that tonight, you need to look as fuckable as possible. you’re determined to make intak’s jaw drop as soon as he lays his eyes on you, and once you’ve made sure you’re ready, you take one more good look at the mirror, then reach for your phone to check your text notifications. like clockwork, you receive a new message from intak as soon as you unlock your device.

takkie! <3: hi doll :) i’m here

takkie! <3: take ur time tho!

you heart his messages and giggle, thinking about how happy you are to see your boyfriend and spend time with him tonight. being away from him, even for a few days, is always such a bore. even if you plan on getting your insides rearranged in a few hours, just being within tak’s presence is enough to get you excited. as you make your way downstairs, you pull down your shirt just slightly, so your cleavage becomes visible. you slip on some wedges that match the color of your top and make your way towards intak’s bright red convertible, surprising him when you suddenly open the passenger door and plop yourself onto his leather seats. “hi baby! missed you so much!” is how you greet him, leaning in to give him a sloppy peck on the lips. you detach yourself from his face and smile innocently at him, observing the way he ogles your appearance and shamelessly stares at your breasts and legs. once he’s finally got a grip on himself, he smiles at you and tucks a stray piece of your hair behind your ear while responding with “missed you too doll, did you get all pretty jus’ for me?”

you did in fact get all pretty just for him, and you beam with victory as intak pushes your head down onto the surface of his back seats, his cock furiously pounding into you as he breathes heavy. “thought you could wear this shit and not get fucked? you’re so beautiful doll, you’re drivin’ me crazy. fuckkkkk”. tears are streaming down your cheeks, no doubt fucking up your mascara but you couldn’t care less as you internally laugh at the realization that your hunk of a boyfriend is just so easy to rile up, how you have such a big effect on him. he really is losing his mind, pathetically rutting into you like a dog as he leans forward to completely tower over your frame, hands groping your exposed tits as he tilts his head to lay kisses on your right ear. you’re chanting mantras of yes, yes, yes’ as intak plows into your heat, loving how dirty it all is, how everytime you get in the back of his car you’ll remember the feeling of your cum pooling onto his expensive seats. “gonna cum, fuck, where do you want it babe?” is the question that accompanies his sloppy thrusts, and you’re quick to beg for him to cum “inside! wanna feel it takkie”. your boyfriend quickly flips you over onto your back, and you’re about to ask what he’s doing until he enters you again, going at it impossibly faster until he feels the familiar shaking of your legs, the tightening of your cunt around him that signals that you’re close. he’s thrusting so viciously that you’re sure the car is rocking back and forth. intak’s sweat is starting to drip off onto you, and it only pushes you closer to that sweet edge. with a few more thrusts, you’re crying out and creaming around him, your juices squirting all over his seats as he pulls out to watch. you’re crying, feeling dazed and confused as to what just happened, embarrassment beginning to sink in and consume you until you look up to see intak’s face. his eyes are focused on your mess, cum weeping out of his tip as he whines louder than he ever has before. without skipping a beat, he’s pressing his cockhead against your clit, slapping it over and over in attempts to draw more juices out of you. he’s so focused, so consumed by lust that his pleas for you to “give me more. one more doll. need to see you squirt again, give it to me” come out hurried and mumbled. you’ve never seen your boyfriend quite this desperate, but it makes you hungrier for more.

long story short, you squirt over his leather seats again and he licks it all up, so your plan was in fact very successful!

❤︎ soul

you and shota have been at this for about a week. for context, it’s been precisely six days since you and your boyfriend lost your virginities to each other. six days ago you allowed soul to see you bare, touch and kiss you wherever he so pleased, and six days ago was the first instance where you realized why your classmates were always so crazy for sex.

so where, may you ask, has your recent deflowering led you to? well, back to your boyfriend’s bed, where your hands pull and tug at his long hair frantically as you search for a release. when you initially decided that you were ready to lose your virginity to soul, you didn’t really know what to expect other than pain. as it turns out, you and shota had such an incredible first time that you’ve spent the entire remainder of the week with your bodies never apart, every moment together being occupied with the two of you exploring each other with your fingers and tongues. it’s become concerning actually, how the loss of your virginity has only led you to become more curious. you want to know of each and every sound you can pull out of your lover, if he whines or groans, if he prefers to fuck into the warmth of your mouth or the plush of your thighs.

so like i said, you and shota have been at this for about a week. currently, he has you on your knees, letting you take the lead as he watches you suck and lick the tip of his heavy cock. you collect his precum into your mouth, smearing some excess onto your lips as you look up to lock eyes with him. sho is definitely pleased, enjoying the attention to his cock more than he’d ever admit out loud. he attempts to hide his groans by biting down on his bottom lip, but it’s no use when you start to bob your head up and down his length with no warning. his resolve is wavering, toes are curling, whines come out more freely as he never dares to break eye contact with you. you love the effect you have on your boyfriend, a fact that has only become evident to you this week during your self-proclaimed “sexcapade”. when shota is close, his length slightly twitches on your tongue and you take the reaction as a sign to release him with a pop!, much to his annoyance. “why’d you stop?” he frustratedly asks you, wincing as if he’s just been punched. “wanna try something…” is the only reply you give soul as the gears turn in your head, and suddenly your latching your hands onto the back of your boyfriend’s thighs and lightly pushing him onto the bed. he has a quizzical expression on his features, but he enjoys that you’re excited to try something new with him, this entire week proving to him that he’d do anything you asked him to, just to see you fall apart and sigh his name. you instruct your boyfriend to lay down flat against your bedsheets, and he follows suit right away, making your heart swoon before you resume your plan. shota opts to stay silent, trusting you with whatever you want to try, and he stays quiet when your putting one leg on either side of his head, dropping your pelvis onto his tongue as you face his cock, continuing to suck him off while he returns the favor to you. this position makes you feel so powerful, like you’re the only one who’s allowed to call the shots. your boyfriend doesn’t have any complaints either, just happy to have your cunt on his tongue and his cock on yours. the two of you work in, for the most part, silence, aside from the occasional groans and moans that slip past your lips when one of you adds additional pressure. every time your tongue presses against the slit of his cock, or your mouth sucks on his fat head, you make mental notes of all of the sounds of pleasure you can hear behind you. your thoughts begin to drift, thinking about how you can’t believe you led shota to doing something so nasty, something you would most likely see in a corny porno, but as he laps and slurps at your pussy lips, you decide you couldn’t care less. soul is very good at giving head, another epiphany you have had this week, which excites you a little too much. you’re pulled back into reality from your thoughts, however, when your boyfriend uses his teeth to slightly nip at your clit, putting enough pressure to make you squeal.

“sho! god keep doing that.. ‘s good, feels sooooo good!” is what breaks the silence in your bedroom, and soul is nothing if not a quick learner. he continues to flatten his tongue against the groove of your vaginal lips, top to bottom until he reaches your little bud, then biting at it to get another pleasured noise out of you. he goes a little overboard with the biting, but you only push against his mouth, so he figures it must feel good and continues to please you. you on the other hand, have completely abandoned shota’s cock, too preoccupied with noticing how different the coil in your pelvis feels, how much more intense it builds up until it finally snaps, and what follows is only describable as pure bliss. you’re loud, moans are wanton as you grind your hips onto shota’s tongue, riding out your high when you realize that you feel a lot wetter than you would with your typical orgasm. you finally lift your pussy off of shota’s face and the sudden change of position makes you aware of the cum splattered on the side of your cheek, signifying that your boyfriend got a little too excited by your climax. you pivot your body to face him, mostly to make sure you didn’t go too overboard, and are met with shota’s pretty face, glistening with a strange wetness that you soon realize is yours. you stare at your boyfriend as he begins to lick at his own mouth and chin, eyes darkening as he grabs and kisses you messily. you can taste your essence on your own tongue and whine at how desperate shota is being, how your explosive orgasm has begun to show you a side of soul you didn’t know existed. the rest of the night is spent with your boyfriend making you squirt over and over again hehe <3 he lives to make you feel good

❤︎ jongseob

“need to feel you, ah! in me seobie, please! wan’ your cock in me sooo bad, please put it in?”

the pathetic words that come out of your mouth before you can even think of stopping yourself have the biggest effect on the boy under you. you’re currently straddling your boyfriend, grinding your panty-clad cunt on the outline of his dick, staining seob’s sweatpants with a small patch of your wetness. you don’t know why you’re feeling especially needy today, but seeing your boyfriend after a hard, long week of class makes you crave to be filled up by him. jongseob looks up at you in astonishment, lips forming a cute little “o” as his hands are placed tightly on both sides of your waist. he take this time to admire how sexy you look like this, grinding on him in only a crop top and tiny pair of panties. he could definitely get used to the view, and has to bite back pathetic moans of his own from escaping his plush lips, wanting to fully focus on the sounds you make as you hump him like a bitch in heat. he’s about to tell you to slow down, that he’ll take care of you but he needs to stretch you out first, but you’re not patient enough to wait for him to answer your previous pleas. his eyes widen as he watches you huff and pause the roll of your hips, and seob nearly faints when you cross your arms to pull your skimpy top off of your body, or when you hook your fingers under his sweats, pulling them down just far enough to where you can grab at his now exposed dick. to this, he sits up onto his elbows, not wanting to jump into penetrating you without prepping you first.

“princess wait, are you sure? haven’t stretched you out yet, don’t wanna hurt you baby..” he sweetly informs you, making you pause for a minute to look into his eyes. you scan all over his face, how his blonde bangs are now damp with sweat and stuck to his forehead, the mole below his eye that you love so much, the heart eyes he’s shooting at you, and his pink lips struggling to hold in his heavy breaths. you grab his face with your hands and give him one long kiss on the lips before you pull back to reply, “wanna make it hurt seobie, wanna feel you all up in my guts, please, been thinkin’ about it all day!” and fuck, how is he supposed to tell his princess no when she’s asking for his cock so sweetly? your request is enough initiative for jongseob to flip you over with haste, towering over you as he pinches your panties to the side and slips in, not worried about discarding the rest of his clothes as he’s only concerned with pounding into your cunny until you’re completely filled up to the brim with his seed. his hands are everywhere, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, caressing your pretty face, kneading at your tits, until he finally settles one hand on your waist, and the around your throat. the slight weight and pressure of his hold makes your eyes roll back. “oh my- fuck, yes!! you’re so fucking big seobie!” is what urges your boyfriend to snap his hips even harder into you, his ego boosted by just how loud you are. you’re so responsive, he can feel your pussy tightening around him into a vice grip, as if you want to milk him for everything he has and more. your begs and whines only increase in volume when he dips a finger down to play with your clit, and after a few seconds you’re crashing, melting into him as he continues to fuck you through both of your orgasms. he’s peppering your face in kisses to bring you down from cloud nine, praising you for being so sexy, so good for him. you don’t even realize that this is the first time you’ve squirted in front of your boyfriend until he’s sinking down to level with your cunt, displaying a crazy look in his eyes before he dives in and starts to fuck his tongue into you with as much vigor as he fucked you with earlier. pulls away for a moment to take a good look at your face, and then opening his mouth to say,

“you’re so sexy baby, gonna make you squirt again. you wanted this, right? wanted it so bad and now you’re twitching like you can’t handle it. gon’ fuck you into next week baby, will you let me?”

a/n: i <3 needy piwon

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[slytherinslut0]

MATTHEO RIDDLE ONESHOT- We Aren’t Over

VOTERS RESULT FROM MY POLL<3 XOXO ENJOY

Info: FWB gets jealous seeing you kiss another guy at a party after the two of you had called things off.

Word count: 4.5k

Tags: 18+, PURE SMUT, PIV, FWB, Praise Kink, Degradation Kink, Begging, Teasing, Jealousy, Threats of Violence, Good Sex

"You look so fucking sexy..."

large hands belonging to an admittedly handsome Ravenclaw student that you failed to acquire the name of gripped your hips; firmly pulling you against his tall body as his lips grazed your ear, hot whiskey breath washing over you, intoxicating you even further than you already were.

One hand slid around to your ass, gripping a palmful of the plump flesh over the fabric of your Slytherin uniform skirt. Your breath hitched in your throat as he nipped your earlobe, teeth tugging gently on your emerald earring, his voice a low reverberation down your spine.

"I'd love to rip that awful fucking uniform off of you and get a taste of what you're hiding under there..."

Your cheeks burned, warmth flooding you as you chewed on your lip, bringing your mouth toward his own ear now as the two of you could hardly hear yourselves think amidst the blaring music coming from the speakers in the out-of-control Friday night Slytherin party, green flashing lights blurring your vision further than the alcohol was as you squinted to try and get a better glimpse of his face.

In your intoxicated state, you couldn't recognize this guy for the life of you. The only thing that gave away his Ravenclaw status was his uniform.

"I'd be careful with your next words there, little Raven," you purred, your unsteady fingers finding his shoulders. "I promise you, you'll regret coming into my house and disrespecting my emblem like that..."

Gods, you were fucking hammered, but since you and your friends-with-benefits had called things off last weekend; you'd been desperate to find someone new to hopefully satisfy you just as well as he did--but admittedly, your hopes were low.

Not many boys knew your body like the back of their hand, or knew exactly how to drive you sexually insane, the way Mattheo fucking Riddle did.

"Is that so?" His grip on your body tightened, a deep groan leaving his throat as he pressed his lips to your jaw. "I'm not quite sure a poor little serpent like you is any match for a big bad raven like me..."

"You'd be surprised," you retorted, slowly threading your fingers through his thick brown hair. "It's been proven that even the most intelligent birds couldn't elude the cunning serpent's snare..." you tilted your head, smirking. "But go on, underestimate me...that'll be fun."

His eyes widened, the darkness inside his pupils boring into you, drowning you in their endless voids. Your stomach twisted as your sight locked in with his, and you took a moment to analyze his features a little better. Gods, he looked so fucking much like Mattheo.

Why was it that you could never seem to get that fucking guy out of your head?

You were convinced that you were going to die one day with his gorgeous fucking face still haunting you--those dark penetrating eyes, that devilish, seductive smirk--that messy mop of chocolate curls that sat effortlessly adorable over his forehead. Fuck, you hated him.

You hated him for fucking you so good you couldn't stop fucking thinking about him; even after the endless bickering and arguing the two of you had been going through over the last few weeks, causing a consensual end to your hookups--you hated him for occupying your mind even while you were pressed up against an undeniably sexy new guy, who clearly had a deep interest in you, who clearly wanted to fuck you until your legs gave out.

You should be happy right now, you should be overly fucking ecstatic, practically brimming with relief as the Ravenclaw guy leaned in, pressing his lips to yours and capturing your mouth in a sloppy, intoxicated kiss; his tongue slipping past your teeth as his hands gripped your ass with enough force to bruise--you should be completely fucking overjoyed as your lids fluttered shut, your mouths working over the others with a little too much desperation as you stood in the middle of the crowded common room, fervent fingers gripping onto each other as though your lives depended on it.

You should be happy, but you're not.

When you broke the kiss, the Ravenclaws brows furrowed, but before he had a chance to ask you to his dorm, and in a hopeful attempt at subtly saving yourself, you brought your lips toward his ear, trying to sound as sexy and inconspicuous as possible. "Why don't you get us some drinks?"

When he smirked, nodding in agreement, he graced your ass with one last squeeze before he spun around, making his way across the room and heading toward the bar station. You watched him as he went, and as soon as he had disappeared within the sea of inebriated bodies; you let out a long, exasperated breath; spinning on your heel to quickly make your way to the bathroom and away from that spot before he returned.

Sure, you felt bad for ditching him like that, but he was just as drunk as you were. He'd forget you even existed by the morning.

As you shoved your way through the endless amounts of drunk, sweaty bodies, you'd almost successfully broke through the crowd when a strong, firm grip wrapped around your wrist; hot breath washing over your neck as a tall body pressed against your backside--a height so towering and presence so intoxicating you already knew, without hearing his voice or seeing his face, that it could only be one fucking man.

"Where you headed, princess?" Mattheo's deep, husky drawl rolled through your eardrums like honey; a slow, thick, and admittedly fucking seductive pitch. "You're not really going to ditch that poor bastard after getting him going like that, are you?"

You turned your head, trying to glimpse him over your shoulder, fighting to hide your smirk. "I don't see how that's any of your business, Riddle."

"Ouch...one week without my cock and we're already back to second name basis, huh?" His grip tightened, his body heat enveloping you, his plush lips pressed tight against your ear. "I'm just surprised...you looked like you were enjoying yourself."

"Stalking me, are you?" You scoffed, trying to pry your wrist from his hold but he tightened his grip even further, other hand snaking around to your hip. "Is the big heartless Riddle boy jealous?"

He chuckled, and you could almost see the smirk on his lips. The feeling of his chest rumbling against your back did inexplicable things to your cunt. Gods, you hated how you were already fucking melting for him and you haven't even taken one single look at his face.

"Were you thinking about me?" He purred, teeth nipping at your ear, the arrogance in his tone igniting flames in your veins. "When his tongue was halfway down your fucking throat, were you wishing it was mine?"

"Give me a break, Mattheo." Your head was spinning, oxygen evaporating; but you knew you needed to play it off. "Don't fucking flatter yourself."

"You know you love the things I fucking did to you..." by this point his voice was a low growl, his tone so deep and dark in your ear it sent shudders skittering down your spine. "You know you'll search for me in every single sad sack you try to distract yourself with."

Heat flashed your face, his fingers digging into your hip with enough force to bruise. "Jealous of a Ravenclaw...must be a tough pill to swallow for the Slytherin prince-"

When his teeth sunk into your earlobe with enough force to basically tell you to shut up without actually saying it, you yelped--eyes fluttering shut as he tugged you back against him with added force.

"Keep talking, princess, and I won't hesitate to walk over there and rearrange his fucking face..." he spat the words through barred teeth, your bones shaking with the deep vibration. "Do you even know his name? Huh? Do you even know who the fuck he is?"

Gods, you were cursing yourself. As if you were about to fold for this man after he'd basically told you to fuck off and leave him alone no less than a week ago. Your brain knew, above all else, that what you were about to do was completely fucking wrong--but your cunt paid no mind to your brains protests. Your cunt wanted Mattheo Riddle.

"No, Matty, I don't..." you whispered, tilting your head to give him better access to you neck. "Lots of night left, though...I'm sure I'll be quite familiar with it when I'm screaming-"

He sunk his teeth into your neck now, forcing a sharp squeal from your lips--another commanding gesture to silently warn you that if you kept talking, he was going to fucking lose it. Part of you hoped he would.

"What have I told you about saying my fucking name like that, princess..." he growled, licking a flat strip up the side of your throat. Fuck, you loved that tongue. That skilled, tentative fucking tongue. "And if you keep talking like that, the only thing you'll be screaming is for me to stop when I'm beating his fucking face into the floor..."

His words made you fucking shudder, a full body tremor against his built chest, entirely unable to control yourself now. The need between your thighs was becoming more insistent by the second, and at this point--you were at a complete loss for words; your lips involuntarily uttering the one word you knew you'd never forget how to say, regardless of how speechless you were.

His name. "Mattheo..."

"There she is..." he murmured, the praise in his tone making your breath hitch in your lungs. "Aren't you glad you met me? I know you got me stuck inside your memory..."

Long fingers slipped under the fabric of your shirt, grazing over your stomach. Bodies were everywhere, drunk students around you paying absolutely no mind to the intoxicated sins the two of you were about to commit.

"No," you uttered, so quiet you weren't even sure if he'd heard it. "I want you out of my fucking head..."

He purred in satisfaction, revelling in the fact you'd finally admitted to missing him. "Should've listened to me, princess...told you I was bad for you..."

More heat swarmed you, your thighs screaming; begging in need. "We can't keep doing this...it's so wrong, Matty..."

"But it feels so right, doesn't it?" His hand around your wrist snuck down to your hip, his other pressed against your stomach; pulling you tighter against his crotch--your breath evaporated when you felt his aggressive bulge against your ass. "Feel that, princess? That's what you fucking do to me..."

He pressed his lips to your pulse, teeth softly grazing over it, and you mewled; head falling back against his shoulder, body melting into his own--surrendering yourself to his intoxicating dominance just as you've done time and time before.

"I hate myself for letting you do this to me..." you breathed, head rolling to the side as his teeth worked purple possession marks into your skin. "I'm so stupid for you..."

"That's it, admit it, baby...admit that you missed this..." his grip tightened, tone thickened with lust. "You're my little devil, you know I'd sin for you..."

At his words, your entire body ignited into pure fucking flame, magma replacing the blood that flowed through your veins; threatening to melt your uniform and leaving you in nothing more than a pile of ash at his feet. You were done talking, you needed his fucking cock.

"Are we gonna quit the talking and do something about it then, hm?" You purred, tilting your head back to meet his eyes for the first time; your head spinning as you drowned in the dark hurricane of their desire. "Show me how you'd sin for me, Matty..."

"I'll show you, baby, I'll fucking show you..." he said, wetting his lips as he held your stare. "Your dorm or mine?"

Music to your fucking ears. "Yours."

Without another word, Mattheo gripped your wrist, his hold like a snake, slithering around you gently at first; slowly increasing its pressure until he'd cut the blood flow, threatening suffocation of your lungs and leaving you with only hungry, primal desire--eradicating all thoughts of just how horrible of an idea you knew this was. He dragged you out of the common room and toward his dorm, not sparing you a single glance as he ripped open the door and pulled you inside; slamming your back up against it as it closed, one hand snaking toward the lock and clicking it tight into place.

When he paused, two hands finding residence against the wood on either side of your head; not moving, only staring, it was as though the rest of the world faded away--and all that was left was the cunning, messy brown haired boy in front of you. His presence filled the room, suffocating you, stopping your heart mid-beat. He loomed over you, toes centimeters from your own, chest so close that you both would touch with a deep enough breath.

You scanned his body, heart pounding, palms sweating from the impending reality of your desire, and he smirked, leaning closer.

"I don't think I can allow another man to lay a fucking finger on you ever again..." he whispered. "I don't think that perfect fucking pussy can belong to anyone fucking else."

"Since when did it belong to you, Matty?" You shuddered, deciding to test him a bit. "I thought we were just casual-"

"You think anyone else could fuck you stupid like I do?" You could practically feel his fingernails digging into the wood beside your head, the anger building in his eyes. "How about your exes? How'd they fuck you, huh?"

Your throat tightened. "Mattheo-"

"Say it." He growled, leaning closer--so close your noses brushed. "You want me to make you fucking cum, princess? Say that little pussy is mine."

Gods, curse your fucking insatiable need to get fucked. At this point, you were fully cognizant of the fact that this man could make you say damned-near anything if it meant he'd get inside you. Swallowing your ego, you met his stare--as intense as it had ever felt--and licked your lips.

"It's yours, Matty..." you murmured. "It's all yours."

Mattheo Riddle smirked. "That's fucking right."

Unable to decide between indignant and patronized, you eschewed both, and instead opted to hook your fingers into his belt, pulling yourself into him while you boosted yourself on your tiptoes to meet his lips with your own. Your kiss was hungry and demanding as you sought to memorize his mouth with your tongue. Mattheo's large hands cupped your face, fingers delving into your hair while he pressed into you, forcing you back tighter against the door.

You groaned against his lips, writhing underneath him while you slid your tongue along his teeth, seeking to know every part of him, needing him to want you--to fucking need you like you needed him. Mattheo drew in a breath through his nose and pushed deeper, like he wanted to fuse you with the door, and your hands shot into his hair, a shiver running through you as you felt how soft, how luxurious it was between your fingers.

Another soft groan rumbled in your chest, and--having distant, fuzzy deja vu of the countless encounters prior--you wrapped the curly tendrils of his hair around your fingers and yanked it.

At that, a deep moan left his throat, and he pulled back, waves of harsh breath crashing over him. His blackened eyes darted across your face, switching between your lips and eyes. "Fucking naughty little thing..." he huffed, smirking.

"For you, always," you murmured, and he groaned, wetting his lips as he leaned closer.

"Fuck-that's right...I love it when you're bad...you only act this way for me, huh?" His voice was a low purr, warm breath crashing your face. "That why you didn't fuck him? That why you ran?"

Chewing your lip, you nodded, and tugged his hair again, bringing him to your mouth once more.

He smirked against you and his hands fell to your hips, roaming the swell of your curves before gripping the underside of your thighs and hiking you onto the door. Immediately, the aching length in his pants ground into your center while his tongue fought its way into your mouth. Without you having to think, your legs circled him, and your hips were grinding back, pursuing any friction and heat you could find.

You peeled away to catch a breath, hands resting in his hair, and his lips went to work on your neck, suckling and nibbling the skin there.

"Matty...please..." you murmured, already begging for something, anything. "I need you."

Snuffing a groan, Mattheos grip bruised your hips as he bucked into you, grinding you against the door.

"You want me to fuck you, slut?" he said, breath hot on your neck. "Didn't get enough of my cock last time?"

"No-fuck-I didn't," you mewled, a slight embarrassment washing over you. "It's never enough."

Mattheo growled, his grip hardening to iron, and he licked a warm, wet line along your pulse. "That's right...that's what I like to hear..."

Sinking his teeth into your neck, he pushed off the door, walking over toward his bed as he held you against his chest. You watched the door get further and further away, lust building and growing in your chest as he nipped your jawline before grazing his lips over yours again, softly and briefly as he reached the edge of his mattress and laid you back against it.

When you hit the bed, he kept his mouth on yours while his hands left your waist; fervent fingers finding the fabric of your button up blouse and untucking it from your skirt, cold hands slipping underneath and groping your tits through your bra--a deep groan leaving his chest as you bucked your hips up against his crotch; wanting him closer, needing him closer.

His hands slid back down, finding the hem of your skirt and flipping it up your stomach, wasting zero fucking time before he hooked his thumbs around the band of your thong and peeled them down your thighs. The minute you were exposed, you heard the clatter of his belt buckle hitting the floor, and your pussy throbbed.

"Matty..."

Mattheo chuckled, the weight of his stare resting on your naked pussy; wallowing in your clear desperation for him.

"Look at you," he murmured. "So fucking wet." He released a long breath--he was testing his own patience, now. "This perfect body can't help but to crave me..."

You groaned as he teased your inner thigh with one hand, the other working to peel his shirt off his torso in one swift movement--exposing his hard, firm fucking abs and leaving him looming before you in just black briefs--looking as delicious and sexy as you've ever goddamn seen him.

As his long fingers ghosted over your folds, you arched, groaning when he brushed past it toward the inside of your other thigh; squirming in slight frustration, admittedly the teasing was absolutely getting to you now.

"Mattheo, I swear to-"

A firm, sharp smack to the sensitive skin of your inner thigh stopped the words in your throat; your stomach twisted as you watched Mattheo's eyes darken and lips curl sadistically.

"Is that how I taught you to ask for what you want?" He sneered, wetting his lips as he met your pleading eyes. "You know what I want to hear, princess."

You winced, swallowing your pride furthermore, until it was eroding in your stomach acid. "Please, Matty...please make me cum..."

His lips parted. "Good girl.”

His hum of approval was followed by the warm kiss of his fingertips along the sensitive lips of your pussy, feathersoft at first, and then one thick finger slipped between your folds, gliding between them, slicking itself with your wetness and grazing the swollen nub of your clit. That did it--blinded with relief, you cracked, moaning deep in your chest. Blood flushed your face, tingling your cheeks.

"You like that?" He brushed the bundle of nerves again, earning another shuddered groan. "You like the way I touch you? The way that pretty pussy responds to me?"

"Yes...Gods, yes..." you replied, the sentence coming without thought.

"That's right..." his free hand wrapped around the back of your thigh, tugging you closer to the edge of the bed, fingers swirling around your clit in tight circles, and you gasped, your mouth dropping in bliss, your rapid panting filling the steamy air.

"Fuck you're so sexy, my dirty little whore in her short little uniform skirt..." a stifled groan cut through his throat, and you shot a glance at him; one hand rubbing his strained erection through his boxers. "It took everything I had not to bend you over the fucking desk in class all week...fuck you know how to test me..."

You cried out, your pussy clenching, craving to be filled by him. "Matty, fuck-please..."

"Please what?" He growled.

Gods, curse him--curse him to bloody hell. You couldn't fucking handle this anymore. You knew he was punishing you, making you fucking beg and shatter and cry for it after what you'd done; and the way his fingers stroked your clit had you spasming, jerking--so close to cumming, you just wanted him inside you.

"Please." You banished all pride and ego and fucking common sense to the perimeter of your mind. Asylum. Just this once. "Please, fuck me...please."

"Tell me I'm the only one." He hissed, slipping a finger inside your wet, throbbing core; your back arching off the mattress as his thumb increased its pace on your clit. "Tell me you'll never let another man put his fucking hands on what's mine."

A cyclone was roaring in your brain, tearing apart coherent trains of thought with primitive, physical clamoring. Your response was pieced together by the efforts of your need for release alone.

"Fuck-no, never, Matty...I'm yours...all fucking yours..."

He was staring at you, face blank, surveying you while you twitched and jerked underneath his ministrations. His focus switched between your pussy--desperately throbbing and melting against his touch--and your red, sweating face, jaw slack from your haze of pleasure. You chewed your lip--it was bruised by now, certainly--clenching hard, and he groaned, pulling his boxers down to let his thick, needy cock spring free.

"Cum for me, slut." He ordered. "Cum for me right fucking now."

As if controlled by a remote in his hands, a tidal wave of euphoria slammed into you, walls pulsing, body wracked with the convulsions of an aggressively pent up orgasm, vision whiting out as you threw your head back, a loud string of unintelligible curses flying from you. Mattheo hummed, hand working you to the end of your orgasm as his free one slowly stroked his cock, watching every tiny ministration of your face with an exasperated expression until he was certain you were past it.

And when he was, he wasted no fucking time before he gripped your ankles in his hands, staring down at you as he began to rock his hips; his hard, throbbing dick sliding between your slit.

"Tell me you want it," he purred. "Beg for it."

You groaned. "Please, I want it Matty…I want you so fucking bad."

With a goddamn suffocatingly arrogant and devilish grin, he braced himself as he sunk into your pussy; your wet walls swallowing his cock with ease as you let loose a long, satisfied moan--Mattheo sucked a breath in through his bared teeth as sheathed himself all the way inside your cunt, pausing there to feel you clench and adjust around him.

"So fuckin' tight..." he groaned, head bowing. "Fuck you feel so good around me."

Your eyes squeezed shut, your fingers finding Mattheo's hands until he gathered both of your wrists and pinned them above your head with just one of his, leaning over you to fuck you deep and hard as his free hand snuck down to your clit. Throttled cries of pleasure were leaking from you, your conscious slipping from reality as he pummelled your pussy like you deserved the pain.

"Fuck, yes," you practically screamed. "You fuck me so good Matty...so deep, fuck-" 

A deep snarl roared from Mattheo's chest, his grip on your wrists tightening while he fucked you deeper, harder, your body rocking from the power of his thrusts. You could feel his ragged breath on your face, knew without seeing him that he was above you, lips parted, pupils blown.

"Look at me," he growled. "Let me see those eyes as you fucking cum for me."

Groaning, you obeyed, lids fluttering open to meet his gaze. Mattheo was possessed, looking past you, through you, panting with every snap of his hips. You lost yourself in his stare, the rest of the room falling away, and his fingers moved faster over your clit, bringing you to that precipice once more. Little choked moans left you while your jaw hung slack, his cock pounding into you--then his fingers hit just the right spot, and the massive, asphyxiating pressure inside of you imploded. Mattheo watched you, not even blinking once.

You thought you kept your eyes open, but you weren't sure, because you whited out, spasming and convulsing as your orgasm wracked your every cell, your every nerve, taking you to a height you'd never been to, never thought existed. Distantly, you were aware of your cunt drawing out Mattheo's climax as he cursed and dug his teeth into your shoulder, fucking you harder as he spilled himself deep inside of you.

You hadn't realized what had happened until your spirit returned to your body and you felt the burn of hot, wet tears streaming down your cheeks--evidence of your relief--followed by Mattheo collapsing on top of you, cock buried still inside your pussy, and both of you drank in lungfuls of air, starved for it, your brains fuzzy with the static of euphoria. You both laid there for a moment, rapt in the descent back to reality, until he pushed himself up and pulled out, holding you firmly in his stare again.

As he began to piece his clothes back together, you gathered your composure, pulling yourself up and off his bed, fixing yourself back to some form of decency. As you swallowed, watching Mattheo latch up his belt, he met your eyes again; the dark lust slowly fading, being replaced by an unspoken emotion you couldn't attempt to name.

"This isn't over." He breathed, moving back toward you. "We aren't over."

When your lungs hitched, you nodded, admitting to yourself that you already fucking knew you couldn't live without that. Without him.

"No," you whispered. "We aren't."

[theosbaby]

sundress

theodore nott x fem!reader

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summary; you wear a new sundress to your date with theo, knowing that he loves them on you, and he cannot resist the temptation.

warnings; google translated italian, dom!theo, sub!reader, SMUT without a plot, public sex, praising, pet names, lots of kissing and groping, choking, neck grabbing, hair pulling, fingering, heavy dirty talk, p in v, unprotected sex, breeding kink... overall, pure filth.

author's note; english isn't my first language, so you might find mistakes. "helping hand" has reached over a 1.000 notes, TYSM! i'm so happy! hope you enjoy this 🤍

you were trying to hold back your playful giggles as theo pushed you inside the three broomsticks bathroom, his large hand covering your mouth to muffle your cute little laugh so that the rest of customers didn't hear you both sneaking into the ladies restroom.

'what had brought you two there?' you might be wondering... well, that's actually a really short story.

as every saturday, theo and you were in hogsmeade, having a date. it was may, the weather was warm and the sun was shining in the sky, so you had decided to put on a new sundress that your mother had bought you for your birthday a few weeks ago —knowing that theo loved seeing you in that kind of clothing.

the dress was white, with a flared skirt and a corseted body which ended in a low and flattering neckline. it made your body look stunning and theo had almost gone crazy when he saw you earlier; the soft fabric hugging your curves, bringing out the light tan of your skin... he had been literally drooling over you the entire date, and now, he couldn't hold back anymore: he needed to fuck you.

and he couldn't wait until you both were back at hogwarts.

he kicked the bathroom door shut behind you both while peppering kisses along your slender neck, gently sucking and biting your skin to mark you all over; at the same time, his hands groped your body almost desperately.

"you look so fucking beautiful today," theo whispered in your ear.

he tugged at your earlobe between his lips before turning you around to push you against the sink and you hissed when your body hit the cold hard marble kind of roughly.

you chuckled, tilting your head to the side to kiss his cheek as you tangled your fingers in his light brown curls, his hands grasping at your slim waist.

"just today?" you whispered back teasingly, looking up at him with a smirk on your red painted lips.

he chuckled lowly, pressing himself against you as he slipped his hands underneath the hem of your dress to run his hands over the smooth skin of your legs slowly, pulling the fabric up just enough to expose a sliver of bare thigh.

"always beautiful, but today... fuck," he muttered, nuzzling his nose against yours; the smell of his cologne filled your nostrils, making you feel light-headed, "this bloody dress is driving me fucking crazy, cara mia."

"i knew you'd love it..." you couldn't help but giggle against his lips, giving gim a chaste peck before pulling back slightly. "i put in on just for you," you murmured, kissing his neck softly; your red lipstick left a faint stain on his flesh.

theodore smirked, his hands sliding up your thighs to cup your bare ass through the laced fabric of your panties.

"you're a fucking tease, do you know that?" he groaned before leaning in to claim your crimson lips in a scorching kiss.

your eyes fluttered shut, your body melting into his arms at the intimate contact, which made you gasp against his eager mouth. your lips brushed together in a mind-blowing dance while you ran your fingers through his soft hair absentmindedly.

theo broke the kiss just a moment later only to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, nipping and sucking at your sensitive skin as his fingers worked to lift your dress higher up, until it was pooling around your waist, his body still pinning you against the sink.

"i need you," he whispered in your ear, his voice thick with desire, "need to fuck you so badly, principessa."

you gasped once again when he pressed his hardening cock against your pelvis, grinding against you in slow motions. you grasped at the sink countertop, your head falling back as he placed wet kisses all the way down to your cleavage.

theo groaned at the sight of your perfect breasts almost spilling out of the neckline of your dress and his hand cupped one of them through the thin fabric, squeezing it tenderly.

"sei bellisima, amore mio," he muttered in italian, his lips pressing against yours hungrily once again. (you're beautiful, my love)

you whimpered into the kiss, feeling your wetness start to pool around in your panties as his thumb toyed with your perky nipple over your clothes until it hardened; your shuddered in his arms.

"theo, please," you stuttered into his lips, words coming out as broken sobs.

theo broke the kiss, his eyes darkening with lust as he looked down at you while his other hand slipped between your legs. his fingers traced along the damp fabric of your panties, feeling how wet you were for him.

"merlin... you're fucking soaked, principessa," he growled, his fingers teasingly brushing against your clit.

you moaned at his action, but quickly nipped at your plump bottom lip to try and hold back any sound that may escape your mouth, not wanting anyone outside the bathroom to hear you... though the thrill of getting caught was indeed turning you on.

theo withdrew his hand and kneeled in front of you, fingers gripping at the waistband of your panties to slid them down your legs while he peppered wet kisses all over your belly and hip bones, slowly moving down.

"we have to make this quick, bella," he whispered, placing one last kiss at your smooth mound as he looked up at you with those deep set eyes of his. "but i promise i'll eat your pretty little pussy later on, yeah?"

the smirk he gave you while he stood up made you weak on your knees. he pulled you into a kiss, hands groping at your thighs and ass cheeks avidly as he practically devoured your mouth —at that point, your red lipstick was smudged all over your faces. he grabbed your wrist to guide your hand towards his crotch and you palmed him delicately, feeling his hard dick twitch at your touch.

theo groaned against your lips, breath hitching in his throat. his hand released your wrist and slid between your legs once more, this time slipping two digits inside of you, gently stretching your tight hole.

"fuck... so wet for me," he whispered against your mouth, teeth tugging at your already swollen bottom lip. "you're fucking dripping onto my fingers, principessa."

his free hand wrapped around your neck, choking you lightly while he moved his digits in and out of you in scissor motions to prepare you for his cock. you gasped for air, letting out a needy cry as you worked to unfasten his belt with shaky hands.

"need your cock, theo... please," you breathed out, cheeks flushed.

theo's hand released your neck, his fingers withdrawing from your pussy to help you slide his pants and boxers down; his throbbing cock sprung free, standing tall against his flat stomach, and your mouth watered at the sight. after that, he grabbed your hips, turning your around and pushing you forward until you were bent over the countertop.

"keep your eyes on me, amore mio," he commanded, his voice rough.

he grasped your hair, tugging at it to pull your head back until your eyes met his on the mirror. his rough grip made you whine and you writhed when you felt the tip of his cock brushing along your slick folds, teasing you.

"theo, please," you whimpered desperately.

he positioned the head of his cock at your entrance, slowly pushing inside while his free hand found purchase at your hip. he groaned loudly, the feeling of your tight heat welcoming him nearly overwhelming.

"so big, oh merlin," you whined at the stretch, letting out a little cry that echoed through the bathroom.

"oh fuck... I love being inside you," he murmured, his eyes piercing yours through the mirror. "che piccola figa così stretta... all fucking mine," he grunted, starting to pound into you. (such a tight little pussy)

you reached to cover your mouth with one of your hands, your palm muting the moans that inevitably left your lips when he began to fuck you against the sink roughly. your other hand gripped at his thigh, your nails digging into his flesh, and you couldn't help but close your eyes tightly, face contorted in pleasure.

he released your hair and his fingers curled around your throat instead, applying light pressure as he groaned; his digits dug into your skin, leaving bright red fingerprints on it.

"look at me while i fuck you," he ordered, forcing you to open your glazed eyes and look at him through the mirror.

his grip tightened on your throat as he slammed his hips against your ass, his cock buried balls deep inside your cunt and hitting all the right spots within you. the mirror reflected his flushed face, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead and eyes locked onto yours as he took what he wanted from you, making a moaning mess out of you; thankfully, your hand covering your mouth muffled the sounds.

"damn it... so fucking tight," he moaned, picking up the pace of his thrusts, "pussy feels so good around my cock." he leaned down, his lips meeting your ear as he whispered his filth into it.

he left a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses all over your neck while his cock made you see stars, his free hand finding its way between your shaky legs to rub your puffy clit, causing you to squirm.

"you love this, huh?" he taunted, smirking against your flesh, "you love it when i'm rough with you, don't you, principessa?"

his hand slid up from your neck to grab your hand and pull it away from your mouth, pinning it behind your back, so that you could answer him. though you struggled to do it; the way he was rocking his hips caused his cock to rub against your g-spot with every single thrust, making you feel like your insides were being torn apart in the best way possible.

"hmm, yeah," you cried out in response, "love it when you fuck me hard."

his lips captured yours again and your walls clenched around him as you moaned into his lips, the kiss muting the sounds of your pleasure. you felt the coil in your belly tightening and your clit pulsed underneath his fingertips, signaling your impending orgasm. he broke the kiss, his eyes dark and hungry as he looked down at you.

"you close, bella? he panted, slapping your ass hard enough to sting.

you nodded in response, blubbering incoherent words, unable to form any sentence as he ruined your cunt.

"that's it, baby... cum for me," he grunted, pushing deeper and harder, the sink creaking due to his harsh thrusts. "i want to see your pretty eyes roll back into your head when you cum on my cock."

his filthy words triggered your orgasm.

he watched with satisfaction as your eyes indeed rolled back, your back arching and nails digging into your skin as you covered your mouth once again, trying to silence the moans and cries that slipped from your lips.

"such a mess... so fucking beautiful," he praised.

he bit down softly on his lip before letting out a rough, guttural groan, the feeling of your cunt engulfing his cock too much for him too handle.

"i'm gonna cum inside you," he warned, "gonna breed this tight little pussy, amore."

you let out a whiny moan, your breathing coming out in sharp pants as your walls clamped around his cock in response to his dirty words.

"you want that, huh?" he mocked you, his hand grasping and pulling at your hair to push you back onto his chest. "want me to make you pregnant with my fucking child?"

"yeah," you whimpered pathetically, "want to carry your child, theodore nott."

"fuck," he cursed, letting out a long, low moan as he unloaded his cum inside you, the warm sticky liquid filling your pussy. "buona ragazza," he whispered, wrapping his arms around you to keep you from collapsing. (good girl)

your legs were completely shaky, making it hard for you to stand up, so you supported yourself on the countertop as you felt him pulling out slowly, his cum dripping out of your abused cunt.

he placed sweet kisses over your back and shoulders as you recovered from your orgasm, whispering soothing things to you while he grabbed his wand to mutter a cleansing spell and get you both all cleaned up.

after composing yourselves, the both of you walked out of the bathroom quietly to not grab any undesired attention, unluckily, pansy parkinson was waiting out of the bathroom, arms crossed and smug grin tugging at her lips; you blushed.

"finally," she claimed, laughing, "you two had fun in there?"

"shut up, parkinson!" theo shouted, grabbing your hand and hurriedly guiding you outside of the three broomsticks.

'we sure as hell did, pansy', you thought as you both walked away.

[sxcret-garden]

P1Harmony Reaction ღ Their s/o wearing lingerie [M]

ღ P1Harmony Keeho, Theo, Jiung, Intak x gn!reader ღ genre: reaction, smut ღ warnings: none

(requested)

Keeho:

you're making out with him and clothes are flying off one by one as both of you already know where this night will lead you

can't suppress a grin once he discovers that you're wearing lingerie underneath your other clothes

"Came prepared, huh?" - teases you and makes sure to press his lips back against yours before you can reply

he likes seeing you like this, and he likes knowing you're wearing it for him even more, and he will make sure to tell you that

in between teases and praises he lets his lips explore your body, and it doesn't take long until he has you trapped underneath him on the bed

"Fuck you're gorgeous... can't wait to tear all of this off of you..."

Theo:

very flustered the first time he sees you in lingerie

he has no idea how to react - it's not that he doesn't think it looks good on you, it's just that he's not so patient as to take the time to appreciate the cloth that is very much in his way chdbdnnxxn

will start leaving kisses down your body eventually, and tug at the underwear with his teeth in hopes you understand what he's trying to tell you

but when you stay oblivious he'll become a bit more pushy

his hands roaming your body and brushing the fabric aside, he touches your most sensitive spots directly, and as he buries his head in your neck you can hear him mutter, almost growling,

"Let's take these off... they're in my way."

Jiung:

a small "oh" escapes him as he watches you walk into the room, dressed in nothing but lingerie

the way you look takes his breath away to say the least, and he welcomes you into his lap, still unable to stop staring as you're straddling him

his hands find purchase on your hips, and when his eyes meet yours, he leans in for a kiss

"You're beautiful... and also very sexy..." - he whispers those words into the kiss

eventually lets his fingertips explore your body unhurriedly, as if it was the first time, mapping out where the lace wraps around your skin like he’s trying to memorize its exact position

is gonna take his time with you today, in order to worship you and to make sure you feel his appreciation with every bit of fabric he eventually removes from your body

Intak:

he definitely likes the sight of you in some lingerie, and so time and time again you surprise him by wearing it

he's also the type to notice right away when you've bought a new set, even if it looks similar to one you've had for a while, and will make sure to comment on that

can't take his eyes off of you as you're putting on a little show for him, and drinks up every single second of it

when you finally get on top of him he can only mutter a curse, muffled by your lips pressed against his

"I don't think we need this anymore..." - tugs at the underwear eventually as he flips your positions around

and suddenly he's not so patient anymore as he peels it off your body in a hurry, eager to have full access to wherever he wants

[cassiopeiasdaughter]

lighthouse

Theodore Nott x fem!reader

A/N: guess who's back, back again...this was requested by @talesofadragon (🫶) for my celebration and I finally finished writing it 🤶🏻

warnings: soft smut, for the girlies that are in their feels...also, poorly proofread Theodore Masterlist & celebrate my academic hardships

“We will see eachother in just a few weeks.”, you whispered as you lost yourself in his arms.

His only response was to hold you tighter, bury his face in your hair, needing to memorize your scent and how you felt. 

“You’re being dramatic.”, you complained- but smiled when he kissed your head and let out a whine.

He was in fact, being dramatic. You both had spent at least fifteen minutes like this; you in his arms and him refusing to let you go. You had to leave school and go back to your families, for Easter Holiday, and even though you wished you could spend that time together, well, it just couldn’t happen. Not until, school was over and neither of you lived at your parents house.

“I will miss the train.”, you whined and lightly pushed him off, “I’ll see you in two weeks.”, you smiled and kissed his cheek.

“I love you.”, he said and played with your hand, not wanting to let go, just yet.

“I love you too.”, you said and squeezed his hand, before running away to board the train.

His Easter break, was terrible as expected, and the only thing that kept him from setting his whole house on fire, were the letters you wrote him and the thought of seeing you again. Which came true, thankfully faster than he had expected.

You arrived at Hogwarts a day earlier than him and the first place he ran to as soon as he stepped into the castle was your room. 

You didn’t hear him as he walked into your dorm; you were dancing to music and fixing up your room when you felt arms wrapping around your waist.

You knew who it was, his touch was a second home by now, he was carved in you. You were sure that if you were to search deep inside your soul, his name would be written next to yours, his whole being belonged to you, as yours belonged to him.

“Hi.”, he whispered in your hair

“Hey.”, you smiled and turned back to look at him; his eyes looked tired and his smile was weak; he looked exhausted- only his grip remained strong around you. As if you were the anchor he desperately needed in order to survive.

You played with his hair and grinned at how his eyes closed, how he leaned in your touch. You loved how easy it was for you to creep inside him, you knew what buttons to push for him to be like this; vulnerable, open, real.

“I missed you.”, you whispered and he kissed you I missed you too his lips said- as they danced with yours. Slowly and sweet at first, but soon they grew hungry for more.

He swallowed the sounds you let out, as he tasted you; his tongue moved inside your mouth- a movement entirely familiar, that never stopped thrilling you. The butterflies inside you, always came alive when you were with him, anticipation and excitement filled you- always.

It was a play you both knew how to perform, very well, instinctively almost. You knew the moves and lines by heart; you had memorized his as well. But the play never ceased to amaze you.

“I missed you.”, he repeated against your lips, and his hands moved down your back, drawing you to him while yours gripped his arms, strongly, in response.

His movements were brimming with impatience and yours as well; you leaned up and kissed his neck softly savoring his sounds- and mostly, the way your name would fall from his lips.

His eyes were shut tightly and he let out a groan when he felt your hand creeping inside his shirt, your nails lightly scraping his abdomen.

He pushed your hands off and guided you to your bed, both of you giggling as you landed on the mattress. You hair was spread around your head- like a halo- and your eyes looked up at him, vulnerable and open. It drove his heart to pound inside his chest, an earthquake of emotions tearing down his worries and doubts, the only thing remaining still- the only one resilient enough to defy the destruction is you; you and the love he has for you.

Amongst the ruins of his life- the uncertainty and fear- you shine like a beacon in the night. Strong and warm; always there for him- as he is for you.

“Come here.”, you whisper and he obeys, kneeling between your legs- with his face resting on your thigh and his hands planted on your hips. He feels your fingers in his hair, brushing through the curls playing with them, as you always do, and it calms him, grounds him.

With slow moves, he removes your tights and shoes as you unzip your skirt; leaving you in only your underwear from the waist down. He gives you a knowing look, playful and dark eyes looking up at yours before he plants kisses on your legs, inside your thighs, on your belly- killing you softly and then bringing you back to life.

You love it when he is rough and demanding, leaving marks all over your body; and you cherish it when he is romantic and he whispers sweet words in your ears. But you also love this, soft and slow, showing you how he feels through his touch.

Your eyes close when you feel his mouth on you- through your underwear, and you tug at his hair demandingly- impatiently. 

Never one to defy you, he removes the last barrier between you two, guiding your hips off the mattress, leaving you bare and open to him.

He has to take a deep breath, as he takes in your form; your chest heaving up and down, your cheeks flushed and your hair messy and falling in front of your eyes, your lids half open staring at him.

That’s when he dives in. His kisses are wet and slow, he takes his time, tasting, licking and kissing you everywhere. From sucking lightly at the bud of nerves to thrusting his tongue inside you- leaving you moaning and breathless. 

“I missed this.”, he says breathless as he licks a stripe from your entrance to your throbbing clit, and can only sigh in response just as your grip on his hair tightens.

“You were all I could think about.”, he continues and teases your entrance with a finger, “All I can think about.”

His other hand squeezes your thigh, once-twice urging you to look at him, and you do so, raising your self weakly on your elbows.

“I can’t think about anything else.”, he says shaking his head and then pushes two fingers inside, stretching you beautifully. 

Your head landed on the mattress almost violently at that and you released a string of curses as your hips moved along his fingers, urging them deeper.

His body moved on top of yours, his hair hiding his eyes as they looked down at you, in awe. And your hands stayed wrapped around his forearm, holding on for dear life as your hips moved more intensely. 

“You are so beautiful like this.”, he exclaimed and you whined- clenched around his fingers.

“Please- just..”, you sighed and he curled his fingers upwards driving you to your climax.

You twitched and trembled and dragged Theo closer, needing to feel his body on yours, his scent around you.

He rested his elbows by your head, caging you, and then kissed you deeply, just like he had done a few minutes earlier. His tongue forcing your lips open, tasting yourself on him as he deepened the kiss.

“Off.”, you breathed against his mouth, causing him to smirk, while you feverishly tried to remove his clothes.

He laughed and sat on his knees, dragging his shirt over his head, and discarding it on the floor. He took off his shoes and pants and hovered over you once again, planting kisses on your forehead and nose. 

“So, you missed me?”, you asked playfully and slipped your hands down his body, inside his boxers

“Merlin, yes.”, he closed his eyes in defeat, “After graduation I will follow you anywhere you go.”

“Mhmm.”, you mouthed and wrapped your hand around him- circling the tip with your thumb, “And if you grow tired of me?”

“Never.”, he forced out with a groan and kissed your neck, before laying his head there- breathing heavily against your skin.

Your legs opened up, wrapped around his body, and you guided him inside of you. He understood and lifted his face from your skin, and stared into your eyes as he pushed inside of you, savoring the tight grip of your body- the feel of your walls almost swallowing him.

He moaned your name and started moving slowly, in and out. The sweet sounds escaped that from your lips and the wet noises your bodies made overflowing the room, accompanying the music still playing. You laced your fingers together and he placed them by your head, supporting his body.

You had missed his shape against yours, the feel of him inside you, being so full of him. You had missed him, terribly much.

“Don’t stop.”, you repeated over and over again as his movements grew faster- harder; as he lost control.

One of his hands, snaked down your body, between the two of you, rubbing at the collection of nerves.

“Please-”, he whispered, “-wanna feel you.”, he begged and rubbed harder.

You felt your legs shake, before your whole body trembled as you came for the second time that night. You whined, as he finished; thrusting impossibly deep inside of you.

Your nails were drawing crescent moons on his hand while your other hand scratched down his back. He landed on top of you then, needing a few seconds to collect himself and catch his breath.

A smile formed on your lips when you felt him kiss your neck, all the way down to your still clothed chest, and like the needy person he was, he guided your hands to his hair, silently asking you to play with it, like you always did.

Both of you remained quiet for a while, enjoying the aftermath of what you’d done, as if you’d both finally returned to your ‘normality’, to what you were made for.

“Stay with me”, you heard him mouth in your skin, as he started undoing the buttons of your shirt “After school is done, after today is over, after now.”, he looked up at you “Stay with me.”

You pulled him close for a kiss, “That’s the plan.”

reminder: I will be answering your requests when I find the time & inspiration (bear with me, exam season is hard). Also, feedback & criticism are appreciated and needed.

Theo taglist: @avalynlestrange @spacecadet16 @lucywritess @aleviia @marina468 @annaisabookworm @liarajoah @notasadgirlipromise @pariseffer @unlikelysadgirl @ktz-bb

[xhdream]

loser(s)

↳ part two

pairing: youtuber theo x fem!reader

genre: smut wc: 2.9k

summary: the charming guy running the youtube channel you enjoy watching mostly because of him and not the games he’s playing, moves in the apartment across from yours, and turns out to be the biggest asshole you’ve encountered in years

contains: neighbours au, switch!reader, unprotected sex, enemies to lovers? trope, cussing, dirty talk, choking (m), oral (f)

a/n: please, keep in mind english is not my first language, i apologise in advance for any mistakes i’ve might missed

!! this is pure fiction for entertainment purposes

“Wow, you’re an asshole in real life,” you keep talking bitterly with little flames in your eyes. “I’m actually impressed with your acting skills.”

A frustrated airy laugh slips through your lips while Taeyang’s, on the other hand, curl up at the corners, amused at how seriously you’re taking this whole situation.

“Sorry to ruin the little fantasy you had of me, sweetheart.”

“You should be glad that I prefer to spend my time doing anything else than dealing with you,” you turn to your front door and flip the key, “cause I can just call the cops.”

“Are you sure that’s what you really prefer?”

This is not the first time you’re fighting Choi Taeyang in the middle of the hallway, nor it’s the last unless you move buildings. His youtube channel is growing rapidly which calls for more content and less peace for you.

He's still leaning against the door frame with his headset hanging from his neck. The subtle mischievous spark in his eyes, the one you know so well from the multiple videos you’ve seen from him, is so different in real life - straight up mean, making you wonder how you used to find his channel fun and comforting despite the terrifying games he plays.

“You’re at my fucking door almost every single night,” he continues. “Maybe I should call them, you seem more of a stalker than a marketing manager.”

“Fuck off,” you spit out entering your apartment. “You’re a pathetic loser with no life.”

“Bitch.” Taeyang slams the door of his home the second you shut yours.

A month ago you couldn't wait to finish work and hop on the bus to head back home.

Now, you go home on foot so it can take you extra minutes to arrive.

The time you finish work is the time Taeyang comes back from the gym, and by the hour you're lounging in bed ready to relax with your new favorite show is the hour he turns on the usual scary games, and transforms your cozy time in a mirage. Today is going to be no different, because he has zero empathy for people’s feelings, so you take your time even with walking towards the elevator after you arrive at your apartment building.

“Wait!”

You make out the too familiar voice echoing in the hallway along with the stamping sound of his footsteps just when you press the button.

Taeyang runs through the open doors, and you walk in after him faking a smile. His ebony black hair is half wet and his outfit casual, consisting only of a pair of sweatpants and a white t-shirt under his unzipped hoodie. Judging by the bag with beer cans in his hand your guesses are correct - his workout is done and he's going to take his seat in front of the computer.

The unnerving silence fills the air the second the doors close in front of your eyes.

“Next time fill up your mouth with your panties or something,” Taeyang glances up at the changing neon numbers. “What if you accidentally scream my name? I don’t wanna hear that.”

He fakes a disgusted expression and shakes his shoulders as an attempt to get rid of the image in his head.

You knew putting your earphones in to blast music as you use your vibrator is risky since sometimes you tend to be more vocal than others, but what were you supposed to do when all of his exaggerated yelling and cussing comes through the wall exactly where your bed is?

You can’t touch yourself during the day because you’re at work, and now you can’t do it before sleep because of him.

Your fake chuckle rings hollow in the small space. You look away, but you cannot escape his face though. You both see each other in the reflecting glass that’s all around you; it’s a little blurry, but not enough to not be aware that you’re staring at each other.

“Good to know you take off that headset once in a while.” You raise your chin up. “Maybe I should touch myself more often if that’s gonna help a loser like you get a life.”

The doors slide open, and you walk out first, feeling Taeyang’s gaze all over your ass.

“Is your boring corporate job stressing you out, sweetheart?” He calls out behind you, as you walk down the corridor. “Is that why you’re taking your anger out on me since day one?”

“I love my job,” you say when he catches up your pace.

“And you hate mine.”

“Because of you,” you glare at him, stopping in front of your apartment. You don’t even realise when you started raising your voice. “It’s your lack of responsibility and consideration I have a problem with, not what you do.”

“Shh, you’re going to disturb the neighbours.” Taeyang puts a finger on his lips, and for the first time you feel the urge to slap a person.

He comes closer to you while staring at your cleavage. It’s flushed with a delicate reddish color that he could associate only with himself and the emotions he brings within you.

“Do you want me to help you out with that? I can help you relieve some of the pressure, doll… most of it.”

You breathe in once, looking in his eyes.

You breathe in twice… recognising the fresh earthy aroma coming from his skin and damp hair.

It’s not your voice that gives him an answer, but your lips that smash against his own.

That’s exactly what Taeyang hoped for, and his arms immediately go around your waist, pulling you close after he drops the bag of beer cans on the ground. His hands slide down to grip your ass cheeks through the linen fabric of your pants, that’s too thin and his cock already starts to gain pressure from how much it allows him to feel in his palms.

“My place or yours?” You pull back just to ask the question then kiss him again.

Taeyang’s hands go up, sneaking under your shirt.

“You already know what my room looks like, it’s time I see yours.”

“That’s fair.”

He doesn’t leave you out of sight as he gets rid of his clothes while you unbutton your shirt. Once you’re left in your lingerie he doesn’t give you a chance to remove it, because he pushes you onto the bed, covering your skin with wet kisses. You look gorgeous in it anyways, so he doesn’t mind if it stays on a little longer.

“You’re so fuckin’ hot,” he mutters against the flesh of your tummy before grinding his tongue up to your bellybutton. His hands are squishing your breasts harshly making you gasp. “Fuck, drives me crazy.”

His teeth bite the hem of your lace panties, pull and let it drop with a smack.

When he moves up to lock lips with yours again they seem to move even more eagerly than minutes before. His tongue invades your mouth almost with a frustration, leaving you out of breath and panting for more.

But you rather get that yourself.

“What the—“ He stumbles around his words surprised from suddenly finding himself on his back.

You swiftly succeed in straddling his hips as he didn’t have the chance to react in time to prevent you from getting on top.

“Shut up,” you say, unclipping your bra and rubbing your clit on his stiffened length at the same time. You still have your panties on and you see his gaze darkening from wanting to rip them off. “Mm, your cock is so hard...”

“Take it in your greedy mouth then.” He grips your hips forcing them to move quicker. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

“Yeah, but that would be too easy.”

Taeyang laughs before grabbing your arms to bring your face down into his.

You gasp through a smile creeping up on your face. You can’t hide the enjoyment from his rough responses to every single thing you do.

“These tricks don’t work on me, doll. Be a good girl and do as I say from now on.”

“You’re not the only player here, pretty boy.” You pull his bottom lip with your teeth, and his erection twitches against your clit, both from the bite and your attitude. “I will suck your dick when I decide you’ve earned it.”

Before you realise a thing, Taeyang flips you over and strips you from your panties pushing them inside your mouth. His hands bend your knees with fingers digging into your skin finally spreading you apart. As his mouth waters from the seductive sight of what’s between your thighs, yours spit out the underwear.

“Tsk,” Taeyang picks it up, and muffles your irritated whines by returning them back where they were. “What an ungrateful doll. I’m doing you a favor and this is how you say thank you?”

He holds his palm over your lips to keep the fabric in place while his other one gives your right boob a slap followed by a few more after he catches you make a muffled pleasant sound.

Eventually the grumpy look on your face dissipates into a rapture as the pleasure from his tongue comes in waves, each more powerful than the other. He alternates between sucking and lapping on your juices while also playing with the pacing of his licks over your bundle of nerves.

“Fuck, you taste too sweet for such an angry girl,” he groans before gliding his tongue through your sloppy folds only to swirl the tip of it around your clit again.

And you eat pussy too well for such a loser.

Your chin begins to leak from your drooling, slipping down your neck as your panties get soaked with your moans and spit. The fact you’re not able to be loud as you need to makes your jaw clench with frustration, but your pussy even more aroused under Taeyang’s tongue.

His grip on your thighs tighten painfully limiting your shakiness as he buries his coarse mouth even deeper, grazing his teeth against your intimate lips; tongue tracing stripes from your dripping hole up to your most sensitive point over and over again. He makes out with your entire cunt the same way he kisses you - mean with a desire to control.

“I can make it feel even better if you promise not to empty your filthy mouth,” he glances at you, giving you a nice view of all the glistening fluids all over his face.

You nod too quickly, you realise, but most of the stubbornness left you the moment his tongue touched you for the first time.

You grip the sheets cause your fingers are already tempted to pull out the underwear the more his swollen tip levels with your entrance.

You’ve never taken such big size before and your heart starts racing excitedly at the thought of the appealing girth sinking inside you.

“Shit,” Taeyang’s brows knit together while his length fills you up bit by bit, tightening the knot of pleasure in his core. “You’re too fuckin’ small and tight for me.”

He inserts it all the way slowly, wanting you to feel the way you suck in with ease every inch of him; wanting you to know just how bad you needed him. However, once it’s in, his patience dies down giving his hips the freedom to move as quickly as possible.

Taeyang runs a hand through his dark hair, then moves it over your lower tummy, pressing against his cock that’s reaching the desired spot over and over again. His sharp gaze follows your eyes fluttering in bliss, as the rush he creates invades your body.

Once he leans in to hang your right leg over his shoulder for a deeper thrust, your repressed mewls rise even higher; erotic heavy growls just like in the videos he watches to jerk off.

“We get along so much better when you have your mouth shut, don’t you think?” He fans your face while holding himself up on his hands.

A groan escapes his puffy lips before he could catch it after you bury fingers in his hair and tug on the roots, pulling him closer.

With one tilt of his head Taeyang drops your panties down after stealing them from your mouth with his teeth.

“Mind if I keep those?” He asks and receives the sound of the first real raw moans of yours as an answer.

It would be a foolish lie if he says he won’t be thinking about them after this.

“A souvenir from my biggest fan…” He whispers in your ear and you can feel the intoxicating effect that his voice alone has on you.

His hips slow down for the first time, moving slowly in circles while he catches his breath.

“Shit, Tae… Faster.” You pull his hair like you’re holding on for dear life, as you sense every inch of him making you more dizzy with those slow massaging motions.

“Faster?” He repeats with a sudden powerful slam from his hips, that catches you off guard. “Are you close?” He pulls out almost all the way only to shove himself again, stabbing your g-spot. “Wanna cum… is that it?”

“Yeah…” Your whimper gets lost from the lewd noises when he proceeds to pound into you, but this time rapidly without stopping for a second. The skin on skin slapping merges with Taeyang’s hitched heavy breathing, but he still manages to catch the little broken yes-es coming from underneath him. “Fuck—“

Your mouth remains open, but not because your awaited climax arrives, but because Taeyang pulls out just before it does.

The burning dissatisfaction from what was about to be your most intense orgasm being stolen from you forces you to turn over and wail in your pillow.

“Shhh,” Taeyang turns you back around, slapping your inner thigh with his drenched cock. Your squirmy lips bring a devilish smirk on his face. “It’s not that bad, doll. You can take it.”

A moment later his eyes watch you suspiciously raising up.

You grab the base of his dick determined to take charge.

“I wanted to cum so bad from this pretty cock,” you coo moving your fist up and down, as he rests on his knees in front of you with his unbelievably captivating plump lips and cold gaze.

His face begins to scrunch up from your quickening hand, and the way your playful thumb keeps going over his red tip like it knows just when is the perfect time to do it.

“I’ve never had such a big one in my pussy before…” You add on to his arousal. “Feels nice.”

“Shit,” Taeyang throws his head back. His chest rises heavily while his abs clench from the stimulation. “Just nice?” He lifts up to look at you challengingly. It drives him nuts how you always lit up a fire in his chest by irritating him, and turning him on at the same time.

“Go on…” You provoke him, squeezing the leaky shape of his head. “You’ve called me worse than that.”

Taeyang gulps when you drop his erection only to grip it with your aroused walls instead. You both sigh in sync as you get in contact with the electrifying warmth once again, that now feels ten times more intense.

Although it’s subtle, you don’t miss the change in his expression when you begin to bounce just like you wanted to in the beginning.

“Don’t.” You command the second you sense the presence of his hands on your waist, desperate to regain control. “You’re going to let me do this.”

You quicken your movements, watching him chew on his mouth from the overwhelming rush he desperately tries to keep under control.

“Why…” Taeyang’s voice comes out too breathless to continue his question. The fact your hand wraps around his throat to put pressure on the sides of his neck doesn’t help either. This is the first time he allows something like this, and it makes his heart flutter from an unfamiliar thrill.

“Why what, pretty boy?” You slow down, curious to know what he’s thinking right now.

Taeyang only shakes his head, turning his knuckles white from gripping the sheets. He wants to push you on your back, to cuss at you and fuck you until you’re sore, and can’t mutter a single word to him… but he’s captivated. It’s like every time you touch him you secretly cast a spell on him that he’s unable to break through.

The only thing he could say is…

“Just… keep going.”

You smile, tilting his chin higher to meet his eyes.

The speed of your lower body picks up when you begin to ride him chasing your high - with the head of his cock kissing right where you need it, and the most arousing sounds slipping from his lips that begin to pout with every next move.

“Holy s-shit—“ Taeyang chokes on his moan moving his hands on your waist, but not interrupting your movements. “Y/N…”

“Not yet,” you say, feeling shivers down your spine from the way he pants your name. “Wait for me.” You release his throat, trying your best to keep the rapid pace going.

Taeyang cusses in the crook of your neck where he starts biting harshly to distract himself from how bad he needs to cum, not caring at all that you keep hissing from his sucking.

“Can’t…” he grunts against the wet skin under your earlobe. “Fuck, come on, cream my cock you slut.” He grabs a handful of your hair, and that turns out to be just enough to snap the overwhelming knot in your tummy.

You rock your hips back and forth more slowly, panting as the ecstatic rush passes through your veins when suddenly Taeyang’s weak husky voice surprises you.

“You’re amazingly hot.”

Your two fingers slip through his lips and he allows that too.

! please do not repost, copy or translate my works

[kyokopi]

Piwon’s reaction to reader squirting Hyungline+Intak

Warnings:SQUIRTING, Backshots, Inprotected sex (WRAP IT UP THIS IS FICTION)Oral sex- Reader Receiving, Fingering, Overstimulation, Pet names (baby&princess) creampie,fem anatomy, daddy kink, biting,strength kink and dirty talk.

Authors note! My first smut in years!! >_< I got a little carried away with some of them so enjoy I tried to get all the mistakes but there might be some left ENJOY also MDNI!!

Keeho

You’re face down on the mattress knees spread apart while Keeho has one hand on your hips and another pinching and squeezing on your ass. Keeho watching as it recoils with each stroke. both of your gasps and moans fill the air mixing with the wet sounds of Keeho’s thrusts.

“Steph just like that oh my g-god I’m gonna cum” you choke out using your elbows to help leverage yourself as you push your hips to meet his thrusts.

“That's right baby don’t run- Oh shit”

With a choked-out moan your body stills Keeho pulling out last second leaning back before pumping his length as you squirt onto his dick and upper thighs. He pushes you onto your back landing open-mouth kisses on your cheeks. he laughs softly between kisses

“fuck…you pushed me out”

he rubs his tip around your clit collecting more essence before pushing back into you with a deep groan.

Theo

papers fall from the desk table top while you try to keep as much composure as possible with Choi Taeyang between your legs. With one leg on his shoulder, Taeyang holding the other up by your thigh with one hand the other hand preoccupied with pumping three fingers in your sobbing hole clenching and unclenching. Legs starting to close as Taeyang takes an extra long swipe from the entrance to the clit with his tongue. you grab his hair making him look in your eyes with hair wet from sweat sticking to his forehead.

“yangie It's too much oh my god”

you throw your head back releasing a pitchy moan.

Taeyang lifts his lips from your bud with a pop turning to suck hickies onto the inside of your thighs taking his hand from your entrance and massaging your clit more.

“Don't worry princess I got you”

He leans down and licks another stripe this time from your clit to the entrance.

You take a hand from his hair and cover your mouth as tears of pleasure stream down your face. looking into his eyes one last time before you release on his tongue squeezing your thighs around his head.

Before you get the chance to come down from your high Taeyang leans up to your ear.

“think you can do that again princess?”

Jiung

Sweaty foreheads together Jiung has your knees pinned to your chest his pants pooled around his ankles your skirt hiked up with your top unbuttoned revealing your lace bra. Jiung gropes your breast through the top while steadily pumping his member into your wet heat dragging out until only his tip is inside before thrusting back in.

“fuck it’s like you’re sucking me in”

Jiung groans into your shoulder and thrusts getting deeper as the wet slaps bounce off the walls. With each thrust, you get pushed closer and closer to the edge. You grab his hair and lean close to his ears.

“cum in this pussy daddy I’m so close”

Jiung speeds up his pace now making half strokes reaching a hand down to massage your clit. Jiung lets out a choked moan before stilling inside. You can feel his cum pulse into you no longer holding it in you squeeze his shoulders as you release around him with a gasp-turned moan. Jiung pulls out leaning back to watch your juices spray out mixed with his seed.

“You’re so amazing”

he huffs out using his fingers to pump more of his seed back inside.

Intak

Intak hooks his arms under your thighs lifting your hips to hover over his, chests facing each other.

Intak shooshes you as he lowers you onto his twitching cock.

“It’s okay you’re doing so well”

you lay your head on his shoulder hearing Intak letting out a prolonged groan as he bottoms out, cock hitting the deepest crevices inside you.

“That’s my good girl so wet for me”

You look up from his shoulder noticing his head leaned back mouth open letting out soft sighs or moans every few seconds with his eyes squeezed shut.

Intak’s blissful state causing a whine to escape your throat each thrust pushing you to the edge making you clench around him.

“Baby if you keep doing that I won’t last oh my- Fuck”

Hands gripping your ass he picks up the pace holding you in place planting his feet onto the mattress and thrusting up.

You grip onto his arms rubbing down feeling his veins bulge just like they do after gets out of the gym finally your breaking point.

“daddy fuck i’m cumming!”

the moment you squeak that out he lifts you up one last time as your juices spray out over his swollen cock with a moan broken up by his soft laugh being mixed with your heavy breathing. Intak sets you on his lap and wraps one of his hands around his cock thrusting into his fists. You begin to lay kisses across his collar bone deciding to bite his shoulder lightly pushing him over the edge after a couple of thrust releasing ribbons of his cum on your ass.

“you’re so good to me y/n”

[tyunlewd]

Can you write about mean Dom Theo please 😭

waterpark

theo x fem!reader smut

warning(s): mean dom theo (duh), name calling, overstimulation, dacryphilia, squirting (sorry), pussy slapping, mention of piss but it’s not like a kink, wholesome fluffy moments at the end.

note(s); sorry this took 272837 years to write!! i’ve been on a txt kick but i had a stroke (giggles) of genius :3 also i noticed a piwon fic writers on this platform have been SLACKING so i’m here to deliver.

“c’mon, pretty girl. one more for me,” theo rasps in your ear.

he holds your legs apart with one hand while his dominant hand is jerking in and out of your stretched cunt at break-neck speed. you shake your head, face growing red in embarrassment and shame. you can’t do another. this would be your third orgasm, maybe your fourth–your mind was so cloudy you’d forgotten to keep count.

you sort of wriggle, your body subconsciously trying to pull away from his overstimulating touch, but you want it so bad. you feel your throat go tight and tears well up in your eyes from the sheer pleasure and borderline pain. you shake your head.

“no. can’t do it, it hurts,” you whine, hiccuping through the sentence as you try to hold back tears.

theo clicks his tongue at you. he shakes his head disapprovingly, not slowing the pumping of his fingers as he stares down at you, condescension leaking from his gaze and down to his mouth where he degrades you.

“you can. you’ll take my fingers and cum like a good slut is supposed to.”

you shake your head again but before you can protest any more he harshly rips his fingers out of you and slaps your weeping cunt harshly. your body jolts fron the impact. he lands another smack in the same place, not skipping a beat when he shoves his fingers right back where they were, pace unrelenting.

this rips a cry out of you, full tears rolling down your red, flustered cheeks. theo smiles when he sees this, managing to speed his fingers impossibly quicker. you’re not sure how he manages to do this with only his fingers, but you feel the tips of his digits prod at your cervix.

“why’re you crying, baby?” he asks.

you want to tell him it’s because it feels so good it hurts, that it feels like this next approaching orgasm is going to rip you in half, but this is a hypothetical question. if you even wanted to answer, you don’t think you could form a long enough sentence through your tears.

you grab his wrist when you feel your orgasm start to build up in the pit of your stomach. you arch your back so far off the bed that he starts losing hold of you. he pushes down on your abdomen to keep you down. the pressure you feel now in your lower stomach from his hand is delicious and you reach up and cover your face.

“lemme see that pretty face of yours,” theo urges. “i wanna see what face you make when you cum again.”

“no, it’s too-“ you choke back a cry. “it’s too much, it hurts, i’m-“

“shut the fuck up and take it.”

he punctuates his demands with another slap to your clit. you sob when he keeps his hand there, rubbing your clit in quick, rushed circles while his fingers continue their harsh pace inside you. you’re close.

“oh my god,”

you smack the bed underneath you, gripping the sheets no longer being enough. the pressure in your stomach feels unlike anything you’ve ever felt before an orgasm, and you begin to panic, despite your fast-approaching release.

“wait!” you cry, “i’m- oh my god i’m gonna-“

“yeah? cum for me. do it.”

you shake your head, but before you can get another word out, you cum, hard. your vision blurs as the waves of pleasure wrack through and shakes your whole body. you feel your orgasm through your whole body, from the tips of your toes to the top of your head, you tingle with pleasure.

as you slow your breathing, you feel something wet underneath you, something far more wet than just cum. you wonder if your boyfriend’s gone and started cleaning you up, but you realize he hasn’t when he begins rubbing the backs of your thighs, still propped open.

you chance a look down and see everything down by your lower half soaked. the bed sheets, the pillows, even theo’s gray pajama pants. covered in liquid. it looks like somebody tossed a water balloon at your pelvis. what the fuck. you panic now. you immediately assume that you fucking peed.

“oh my god. did i- jesus, i’m so sorry,” you apologize.

you begin to sit up, but theo’s eyes are trained on your still leaking pussy. you brace yourself for a mean comment or perhaps the break up, but it doesn’t come. you watch theo lean down and press kisses to your inner thighs before he sticks his tongue out and laps up the mess between your legs.

you jolt at the harsh feeling, but theo pulls away this time. he keeps rubbing your thighs. he smiles, leaning up and pressing a long, loving kiss to your lips.

“sorry for what? you did so good for me.”

he tucks a stray hair behind your ear, admiring your face. he wipes the drying tears from your cheeks with his thumb. you look at him, confused.

“but i like, i dunno. i peed or something, that’s so gross.”

“baby you squirted,” he laughs, pressing another kiss to your lips.

“oh shit. didn’t know i could do that.”

“it was hot.”

you smile. you reach up and cup his face in your hands, kissing his forehead. he returns the kiss before moving off of you and climbing out of bed. he stands up and offers a hand to you to help you up and out of bed.

“i can run us a bath?”

[baizhuu]

strawberry flavored sun

warnings : switch!camboy!theo, fem-bodied reader, squirting, masturbation; mentions of weed, sex toys, gooning.

a/n : y'all want a part two? (& i'm trying out a new layout pls lmk if u like it!)

whenever you got the notification that "sunyangie" was starting his live, most times, you would drop what you were doing, crawl into your bed & grab your favorite bullet vibrator. you would cast your phone screen to your tv like you were some type of perverse, corrupt gooner. however, when it came to your favorite camboy, you were.

it just seemed like your mind slipped into mush when you watched him. you would wrecklessly spend your money to make his cock ring vibrate against the base of his shaft. you would watch the way his precum leaked out of his pretty pink tip. his expressions, his eyes rolled back and puffy lips spread, gasps and wanton moans coming from his mouth.

you had basically memorized his streaming schedule, and you always found time to watch one of his streams. you found yourself in your bed, his stream up on your tv and with your vibrator pressed up against your clit at least twice a week. every monday, wednesday, friday and sunday, you found yourself completing tasks sooner than you would on any other day, just because you knew that in the back of your head, sunyangie was streaming today.

you were layed back on your bed with pillows stacked up just enough for you to see the tv, the volume low to not alert any neighbors of what you were doing, and soft music playing as you waited for him to start the stream. your vibrator and new pink dildo that you had gotten earlier today were layed out next to you.

you looked up at his stream and as soon as you did his face popped up on screen. he was absolutely glowing in the luminescence of his sunset lamp and fairy lights. the dainty silver chain hanging around his neck was glimmering in the dim lights and, the camera angle was low enough for you to see his face, down to just above his thighs. his pink hair framing his fave perfectly, hands resting on either side of his thighs as he was checking to see if people had joined.

he gave a bright smile and waved. he greeted the chat; voice soft, low and sultry, "hello guys, how have you all been? i've been okay! sorry i missed monday's stream, something came up."

he seems calm, but as you inspect him further, the erection in his pants is anything but calm. as he's reading the chat and getting ready to start, you watch him palm himself. you rub yourself through your panties at the same speed, wanting to keep in time with theo.

as he's reading through the chat, you feel as if he's looking at you, you feel so incredibly turned on and flustered at the way he's skimming through the messages that flood in. his eyes are slightly red and low from what you can tell, as if he just smoked a joint (and he probably did for all you know.)

"are you ready to start?" theo asks, pulling his hard cock out of his grey sweatpants, squirting a bit of lube into his hand. as he spreads it along his tip he hisses, "fuck.. it's cold." with his eyes screwed shut and his hand slowly working up and down on his veiny shaft, you slip your hand into your panties and decide on rubbing small, leisurely circles around your clit.

you hear a soft giggle come through your soundbar and you open your eyes to see his eyes open, with his plump bottom lip between his teeth. he grabs the pink and white cock ring from his desk and holds it in view for the camera to capture. "let's have some fun." he purrs out.

you whimper at the sound of his smooth voice, grabbing your vibrator and pulling your underwear off.

you watch as theo pushes the ring down towards his balls and grabs his new hitachi vibrator. "hmm.. i got this new toy today, shall we try it out?" he has a smirk on his face while glancing at his chat going crazy, being spammed with positive answers.

you decide to donate 10 dollars, sending a message, along with making the pink ring around his base vibrate. you see his hips jump out as he lets out a whimper, he reads out the message as his voice slightly shakes. "please use it? okay.. does it turn you on to see me like this, (username)? i've seen you in here a lot.." he chuckles and tilts his head.

you gasp and your eyes shoot open at him reading out your username, you've been in his chat before but you didn't think he would remember you. you decide to type in the chat, using a few of his channel points to highlight your message, "i love watching you, you're absolutely gorgeous yangie." typing out a quick message, short enough for your horny brain to process.

he smiles at your comment and thanks you, typing something into his phone quickly & then turning his vibrator on at the lowest setting. he presses it to the underside of his tip and sucking in a sharp breath at the new feeling. "shit.. oh- that feels amazing.."

you see his stomach contracting with each gasp and moan he lets out, his forehead starts to glisten in the dim light of his bedroom. as he runs the toy up and down his cock, he starts to get a little more used to the odd feeling.

he turns it up onto the second setting, throwing his head back and whimpering as the vibrations get stronger. he's rolling his hips as his shaky hand holds the large white toy in place.

"damnit- guys.. i don't think i'm gonna last too long.. hah-" theo is already panting, whimpering and moaning. he's a mess already and it hasn't even been ten minutes into the stream.

he pulls it away and decides to take the cock ring off "need to cum- 'm so needy today.." he pouts as he places it on his desk and continues with his ministrations on his dick, his free hand coming up to rub against his chest and play with his nipples.

you're working the dildo into your sopping cunt, moaning out with him. if someone were to hear you, it'd sound like something straight out of a porn video.

you push the dildo into your pussy at the same pace as his hips on the screen. fast, yet not rough. you hold onto your chest with your other hand, also playing with your hard nipples.

"fuck- fuck!" he moans out, stuttering as he turns up the setting on his toy once more. you can tell he's about to finish, his eyebrows are knotted together, eyes tightly shut, he has blush dusting his cheeks. "please.. so close.. gonna cum, gonna-" he cuts himself off with a moan as cum shoots from his tip. it paints his stomach, and the head of the vibrator; even going up to his chest.

his back arches out of his chair and his legs shake as he rides through his heavy orgasm, slightly overstimulating himself.

you cum at the same time as him, tears prickling at your eyes and your thighs clamp down on your wrist. the hand on your chest moves up to your hair and runs through it, as you moan and heavily breathe, your fingers now moving to work at your clit as you squirt and convulse around the dildo. your orgasm leaking down your ass and onto the bed.

as you start to come back down from your peak, you glance back at your screen and see theo shutting the toy off and putting it down to scoop the white substance off of his stomach. he shows the camera the cum on his fingers before he licks it off, making a spectacle of hit fat lips wrapped around his fingers. he opens them to show you his tongue circling the digits in his mouth.

"mmm.. sweet.." he says after he pulls them out of his mouth, licking his lips.

after a minute or two of basking in the afterglow, and speaking to viewers, he wraps up the stream, smiling and wishing the chat farewell, apologizing for the shorter stream.

as you exit the site and put on a random youtube video, getting ready to clean up, your phone dings with a notification from your instagram.

you decide to check what it is and you see a message request & follow from.. theo-?

[3rachabunny]

hello! I'd like you to elaborate more about P1Harmony favorite sex positions, thanks :)

Hi (>‿◠)✌

Elaborating on this ask

All Fiction as usual 😘

Keeho - Doggy Style

This man would definitely love Doggy Style like dude. You're definitely getting backshots. He is definitely grabbing your ass and smacking it just to see it jiggle. (≧◡≦) ♡

Intak - Leapfrog

Leapfrog is similar to Doggy Style (similar but not the same) but your sweetspot gets hit better. He is definitely fucking you like this for both your pleasure. This man is definitely going to be making sure you both are satisfied. °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

Theo - Spooning

It's his favorite because it literally sweet, sensual and easy. He literally will gently fuck you in this position. You literally don't have to do anything he is doing all the work passionately fucking you. (♡-_-♡)

Jiung - Cowgirl

He loves this position because you get to ride him. Plus both of you can control the pace. It can be fast, slow doesn't matter. Plus definitely a win when he's playing video games or Songwriting. 。.:☆*:･'(*⌒―⌒*)))

[ijbolz]

some nsfw headcanons about theo & jiung's tattoos _ mdni

a/n: all this talk abt theo's tattoos got me thinking😮‍💨 so here's a little something. + jiung too.

the hottest thing about TAEYANG having tattoos, aside from the ones on his arm... is the hidden one he has on his back

ever since he found out you really like his back tattoo, so obsessed about it even, he goes shirtless more often when he's hanging out with you alone.

he's giving excuses under the guise of a complaint, saying it's too hot inside the apartment or whatever.

"but babe... the AC is literally on..."

taeyang makes some lame follow up about how you're not picking up the way he's flirting with you. did he really have to tell you straight up that you're making him hot and bothered?

if you're gonna ask about the cute, innocent stuff though... you do love tracing his back tattoo through his shirt while cuddling :(

...oh but when he does fuck you good, he'll have you out of your mind to the point you can't form coherent sentences. mind embarrassingly clouded in pleasure, so obvious from the way you're sprawled out beneath him. can't even remember how many orgasms you've had at his mercy. your hands are tight around his biceps while your legs lay open numbly, fucked so dumb. he thinks you're so adorable though.

your breath is caught in your throat when taeyang suddenly lifts you off the bed, his fingers digging into your waist. and he gently embraces you close to him, your breasts flush against his skin. just wanna pull you impossibly close. you felt a soft kiss press on your forehead, still weakly clinging to him. "how does it feel now baby? i know i can get another one out of you... mmhm— when i'm in so deep like this—" his voice hitches in a second, feeling your plush walls squeeze around his length. almost like you really did want more.

and through your tears, you watch as he begins to lift you up and down his cock like he's just using you, slamming you back down so good you can't stop clenching around him. he's close, from the way his length is starting to throb inside your sopping cunt. but unlike you, swear like you'd cum the second he thrusts up into you. the heat inside of your stomach amplifies as your vision clears—your nails raking right on his back tattoo, reflected on the mirror by the side of the bed.

it was a fleeting thought on how come you've never noticed the mirror before, tracing back memories of taeyang running his mouth about how all he's gonna do in this hotel is you. well, he's a man of his word. and he does fuck you good, hips unfaltering in a rapid pace. god, it's like you're not gonna last far longer when he keeps this up.

i got different sources saying it's real, some saying it's not. but JIUNG with a tattoo sounds hot, so i'm gonna talk about it😮‍💨

apparently he has some butterfly tattoos on his hip, or around somewhere over his stomach. whatever, you just remember clearly that the time you really got a good look on it was when he'd undress in front of you the first time.

the sight had you salivating for him, your cunt... wet. it's really not something you can resist when your boyfriend's hovering over you without anything on, his cock standing hard against his stomach. twitching, like it needs your help.

felt like you were in heat from the way your mind has got nothing in it but the thought of sucking him off at that moment.

you'll like having your lips pressed onto those tattoos as well, especially with the way it makes jiung pant. cutely sensitive. you're not even touching his cock yet.

you know that thing guys do when they sit down and just stretch, making their shirt rise up a bit. little things like that, enough so you get a glimpse of his tattoo.

you know your boyfriend too well, sometimes he doesn't know his limits. often pushing himself into frustration whenever he locks himself in the studio preparing for future albums or whatever. he needs to cool off from time to time too, as you tell him. and after a long time of convincing, he's had you underneath him, trembling like you almost regret asking him to use you as relief for tonight.

oh, jiung can get rough and he doesn't even realize it. his moans all breathy and everything, leaning towards whines. yet he always tries to clear his throat everytime it starts leading of to that, despite your protests on how adorable you'd like to see him whine. be a bit careful on teasing him though, when he begins to feel you cunt sucking him in a little bit more than usual... he'd take it as a chance to slow down on his thrusts and watch you teeter over the edge.

...who's whining now then? "i told you baby, keep your eyes on me." the rasp in his voice shot straight to your core, pussy squeezing around his cock impossibly more. jiung's so mean but his tone is so gentle. undeniably making your heart skip a beat at times.

and you do a pathetic ten seconds of keeping your eyes locked on his until your gaze flickers down... at his tattoos. you're close, so fucking close especially when you'd watch the way those butterflies glisten on his skin everytime he slams his cock back into you, your hips trying to meet his halfway. never failing to make you feel like you've got butterflies in your stomach too, just for a different reason. all until you couldn't take it anymore.

[hrts4kyo]

2Nite — ♕

♡︎ switch!theo x fem!reader

♡︎ genre: smut. strictly, mdni. (wc; 2,7k)

♡︎ sypnosis: you and your friends decided to go to the clubs to celebrate your birthday, and of course, your closest friend Theo had to be there as well. Despite you both denying the rumours of something going on between you two, everyone could see right through the clear facade. Maybe, there was something more. Something that was unspoken and hidden from everyone else.

♡︎ warnings: semi-publc (restrooms), fingering, manhandling, not an established relationship yet, praise + degration, slight exhibitionism, pet names (e.g baby, sweetheart), alcohol intake, oral (m receiving), handjob.

♡︎ song recs: 2nite - p1harmony + formula - labrinth. ✭

You swung your bag over your shoulder, getting out of the taxi with a bright smile on your face. It was finally your birthday, the day you had been looking forward to for ages. You flattened your slim black dress before paying the cost of the taxi and shutting the door with a nod.

At last you headed towards the entrance of the club, taking your ID from the purse and showing it to the tout that stood tall infront of the entry. Once you got the pass, he clicked open the gate and signalled you to go in. You did so confidently, heading straight to the booth that you and your friends had rented for the night.

As you made your way through the loud crowds, you found yourself swaying along with the music.

Once you finally made it to your booth, you were greeted with a loud cheer from your favourite friends. All of them immediately errupted into a loud “Happy birthday” and you could not help but slightly get embarrassed, ducking your head in your hand and laughing quietly.

“Heyy y/n!! We were looking forward to you finally arriving, took you long enough” Keeho smiled, patting down on the seat next to him as you made your way to sit.

“Okay, I know I was late but I couldn’t help it, my uber was late as fuck” You sighed, placing your bag on the table.

“You’re always so stubborn, I told you I could’ve picked you up on the way here” Intak shook his head, smiling in a way of saying “I told you so”

“Oh please, with the way you drive, I’d rather be late. You drive like your in a formula car lets be so real right now”

And everyone nodded, agreeing with you.

“Anyways, It’s my birthday, drinks are on me so what are we getting?” You stood up, taking your wallet out so you could head to the bar to order drinks.

“Hey thats not fair, It’s your birthday, we should be the one getting you the drinks” Jiung added, putting his hand over your wallet.

“I agree” Jongseob added, tilting his head towards Jiung.

“Can all of you shut up for once, trust me I want to buy you all drinks, It’s my treat! I mean come on we’ve been friends for several years and none of you guys have let me buy drinks before” You slapped Jiungs hand off, chuckling as you told them all that it’s okay.

“Works for me, I’d love some tequila shots” Keeho shrugged.

“Ooh, Me too” Shota added, following Keeho like he always did.

“Okay fine, I’ll just have a beer then” Intak said.

“I’ll have a beer along with Intak” Jongseob added.

“Yeah beer sounds good” Jiung replied, content with the choice of drinks.

“What about you Tae?” You asked, trying to memorise all of the drinks that the boys had asked you for.

“I’m not too sure, can I come to the bar with you so I can check the menu?” Theo questioned.

“Of course, Tae”

And he got up along with you, both of you heading towards the bar, blending in with the large crowd.

As you dissapeared and left the boys’ line of vision, Keeho looked towards the others with a grin on his face.

“Is it just me who thinks there’s something goin’ on between them two?”

“Definitely not, yangie always acts different around her, its hilarious to see” Intak smiled as he leaned into the booth.

“Oh for sure, Whenever we go to the clubs without y/n he just gets a fireball. It’s his favourite drink. There is no way he actually didn’t know what he wanted today.” Jiung snickered.

The boys laughed loudly, seeing right through Theo.

. . . . . . .

You and Theo walked through the heavy crowds, music blasting out of the industrial speakers. Due to it being a Saturday, the entire venue was packed with people, several couples on the dance floor and other strangers just hanging with their friends.

At some point you felt like you had lost Theo, looking around you as you panicked. Finding him in the large mass of people would take ages, and you didn’t want to worry the other boys. So, you called his name out, trying to overpower the speakers, but of course, you were unsuccessful.

While your heartbeat quickened, you felt a hand wrap around your wrist, then lower onto your hand. You looked behind you, locking eyes with him.

“Theo, for fucks sake you had me worrying” You cried out, relief washing over your entire body.

“Sorry sorry, some random girl grabbed my shirt and pulled me to her, told her I had a girlfriend and so she left me alone”

Your eyes widened.

“Since when did you have a girlfriend oh my god?” You laughed, genuinely shocked with him.

“I dont know, since now apparently. I just pointed to you and she let me go” Theo shrugged, a smirk plastering across his face.

He didn’t wait for your reaction, pulling you by your hand to the bar through the heated bodies on the dance floor. You still had not recovered from that small remark, feeling yourself blush as you patted your cheek to make sure you weren’t heating up. To your dissapointment, you were scorching, meaning you were one hundred percent blushing. Shit.

You both arrived at the bar before you had even realised, Theo letting go of your hand slowly as he sat down on one of the stools along with you. You looked at him, admiring his calm expression as he searched over the menu board that was placed on the wall.

You were broken out of your trance through a bartender, a small girl that had her hair in a sleek ponytail.

“Hi! what can I get for you and your partner today?” She grinned, pointing her hand towards Theo that looked at her with a twisted expression, stuck in between laughter and keeping his mouth closed.

“I-We aren’t partn-

“We’d like 2 tequila shots, 3 beers, and one fireball. What would you like baby?” Theo asked, looking towards you.

At this point you couldn’t shut your mouth, your jaw hanging low as your eyes were wide.

“Oh, um, I’d just like one white wine please” You responded, mind spinning and your stomach churning. What was with Theo today, and more importantly, what was with you today? Why were you feeling like this….towards your best friend?

“Easy, will get them now” The bartender responded, making her way to the large selection of drinks.

You and Taeyang nodded, waiting for her to leave before you both made eye contact.

“Mind explaining yourself?” You questioned, leaning into his ear to make sure he could hear you.

A smirk made its way onto his face, bringing his lips close to yours as he breathed down your neck and spoke in your ear.

“You think I couldn’t see how you blushed when I dragged you by your hand y/n? the club lights dont do you much justice, neither does your body warmth.”

You felt your whole world spin, your bones suddenly feeling weak.

Theo took his hand off the counter, slowly bringing it up your thigh as he played with the hem of your dress.

“This dress new?” Theo smiled, looking down at the silver accents that rimmed the corners of the dress elegantly.

“Nah, Just never wore it, It’s kind of uncomfortable” you muttered, your heart beating at an unsteady pace. Theos eyes dragged from your thighs, to your stomach, to your cleavege, than to your eyes. You could feel him pierce through your skin, his touches feeling heavy.

“Uncomfortable hm? Guessing you wouldn’t mind it being ruined then?” He began to trace circles in your inner thighs, causing you to tremble slightly, tensing your entire body up.

“No, I wouldn’t mind” You wanted to see how this played out.

“How about we forget the drinks and the other boys for a little then?” Theo stood up from his stool, extending his hand for you to grab.

without a second thought, you took his hand in yours, allowing him to lead you wherever he had in mind. You mindlessly went after him, watching the way his black locks brushed over his forehead underneath the orange and red lights.

Before you knew it, Theo had stopped in his tracks and pulled you into one of the bathrooms, his chest against yours. You looked up at him, admiring his gorgeous features.

“Mind if I—“

“Kiss me, Theo.”

And you were swept into a tender kiss, his lips crashing against yours. His teeth dragged across your lower lip, allowing his tongue to gain entrance and twist with yours in a heated dance. His hands made their way from your waist to your thighs, hoisting you up so you were pinned against the wall, his hardening bulge pressing against your clothed heat.

You felt arousal pool at your panties, the kiss fogging up your mind while he slightly rubbed against you. You moaned into his mouth, your dress riding up so your ass was nearly exposed. One of his hands gripped your ass harshly, causing him to groan while you broke the kiss to throw your head back from the sensation. His hand moved from your ass to your pussy, pressing right against your sensitive bud.

“Shit, Taeyang..Need more” You sighed contently, leaning your head against the graffitied wall of the restrooms.

“Whatever my princess needs”

And within seconds, his hand had moved your panties to the side, teasing your bare entrance with his long digits. Your breathing faltered as he slowly put you down, turning your back into his chest as your ass lined up with his hard cock. He pulled you infront of the full length mirror of the bathroom as one of his hands spread your legs apart and one hand found refuge on your neck.

Your dress was now pooled at your waist, your entire cunt dripping and bare infront of the mirror. The sight was exotic, a whimper escaping your lips as you watched the way Theo’s hands circled your cunt. You turned your head to the side, the sight becoming too much for you to handle. But, before you could fully look away, Theo scowled in your ear.

“Look at yourself through the mirror gorgeous. Don’t look away now…you’re practically dripping for me.” Theo scoffed underneath his breath, watching you through the mirror as well.

You looked at yourself, and finally, Theo pushed one of his digits into your cunt, a moan escaping your lips at the coldness of his finger. He slowly took it out as he plunged it back in roughly, your eyes shutting in pure ecstacy.

Suddenly, you felt another finger probe at your entrance, your hole aching as it slid its way into you. Theo’s free hand slightly tightened around your neck, resulting in your mind fogging up and a loud moan making its way out of your lips.

As his fingers made its way in and out of your bruised cunt, you felt yourself get closer and closer to the edge. His fingers pressed against your gummy walls so sweetly that you couldn’t help but clench around them. Within just a few moments, you were coming undone around his hand, your juices leaking down your thigh and onto Taeyangs palm.

“There we go, thats my pretty girl” Theo whispered in your ear, plunging his fingers in and out of you softly as he pushed your cum back into your swollen pussy.

Theo twisted you back around so you were facing him, checking up on you as he brushed your stray pieces of hair back.

“Are you okay sweetheart?” Theo looked down at you with concern, his hands brushing over your red face and checking your pulse on your neck.

You smiled, a small giggle escaping your lips as you watched the way Theo began to worry at how silent you had become.

“That felt fucking amazing Taeyangie” You put your hand atop of his, sighing into his touch.

“Fuck you had me so worried” Theo exhaled.

You looked down at his pants, his bulge still erect. You could feel your mouth watering as you imagined taking his length in your mouth. You looked back up at him, wanting him to enjoy this night just as much as you.

Your hand brushed over his dick and pressed it slightly, causing him to wince and suck in a deep breath through his teeth.

“I can help you with this, Can’t I baby?” You smiled, pushing Theo into one of the stalls and pressing his chest down so he sits on one of the closed toilet seats. You kicked the door shut, locking it quickly before settling between his legs.

“Fuck you look so hot right now y/n” Theo responded, his voice raspy.

Your confidence was at its peak, your hands making their way to his belt, unbuckling it in a hurry. You took his jeans down along with his boxers, His dick snapping against his toned abs. His flared mushroom head was practially leaking with pre-cum, begging for release.

And so, you wrapped your hand around the base of his dick, Theo groaning at the slightest touch.

You swatched your thumb over the head, gathering some of the slick and dragging it along his length. You began to twist your hand around his throbbing cock, Causing Theo to mutter unrecognisible words.

“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, feels so good”

As you felt Theo twitch in his seat, you could see from his expression that he was close. His brows furrowed together and mouth wide open. You took your hand off his dick, a dissapointed growl escaping his plush lips. Before he could complain, you kissed his tip, your warm mouth taking him in.

Theo arched his back, taking one of his hands off the seat and grabbing a fistful of your hair. You slowly took him in your mouth, your eyes watering around his girthy and long length. He was undeniably big, maybe the biggest you’d ever seen, and so you took as much as you could in your mouth and brung one of your hands back to cover the remaining length.

Theo was practically hyperventilating, his breath ragged while his chest heaved up and down in a rush. He was close to cumming, his hand that was located in your mouth guiding you to speed up. You gagged around his harsh length, turning him on more.

“‘m gonna cum, fuck, where do you want me” Theo asked, looking down at your teary eyes.

You held onto his thigh, signalling that you want him to say in your mouth. And with one last thrust into your mouth, Theo painted your throat white, his thick white spurts of cum spilling in you. You swallowed every last drop before kissing his tip and allowing him to pull out.

“Shit…That was so sexy y/n, god I love you so much” Theo said, standing up from the seat and pulling his boxers and pants back on as he buckled his belt with shakey hands. You kissed him on the lips before smiling.

“I love you too, my boy”

“Im all yours y/n.”

You held onto his hand as you quickly dragged him out of the toilets, both of you becoming a laughing mess as you made your way back to the booth. It hadn’t been that long right?

You both were met with an empty space, a note placed on the table.

Theo picked it up, wrapping one of his arms around your waist as he read it out loud.

“You guys were super loud in the bathrooms by the way, anyways — congratulations guys, we had all the drinks you both ordered sooo. . . ya’ll missed out on drinks! we’re all at my house now, come over but make sure you both are clean, don’t want cum on my couches <3

— Love, Keeho (aka cupid duh)

You both erupted into laughter, hugging each other closely before walking out of the clubs, calling a taxi. There was still a whole night ahead of you two.

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[seokka0o]

Choi Taeyang

[♡] Theo ♡ Reader

[♡] 0.4k

[♡] Contain: free use; mention of food; rough sex; unprotected sex

[♡] request? Yes

[♡] this is +18 content and purely fictional, not intended to offend anyone. read with descriptions. Minors do not interact.

The smell of the food was pleasant. although you didn't feel like the best of cooks, there were still days when you could follow the recipe without destroying an entire lunch.

 The weekend was hot, the sunlight came out of the window and illuminated the first floor of the house. From the bedroom, Theo left sleepy, wearing only a pair of pants, with his bare torso.  His t-shirt was on your body and you smiled when you saw how sleepy and beautiful he looked even though it was quite late to wake up.

 "Theo, my love for food-" Theo hugs you from behind, strong, firm, you gasp when you feel the hard member touching your ass and you end up panting a little.

 "can wait" he says with the hoarse tone of having just woken up and pulls you to the table, pushing yourself on your stomach, leaning on it.  

" Theo…" Theo simulates a thrust a few times, rubbing his hard member against your covered intimacy.  

Taking his hand inside his own pants, Theo removes the member throbbing in pure excitement and pulls your panties already messed with so much lubrication to the side.

 "Hmm baby" you moan softly, feeling the member scrape your vulva, stimulating all your intimacy until Theo fits it and then slides very slowly inside.  He groans at the sensation and steadies your hips with his hands.

 "So tight," he murmurs as he begins to move slowly, savoring the feel of your walls engulfing him.  You whimper when you feel him touch your spongy spot so painfully, slow, millimeter, perhaps influenced by sleep "I missed you next to me"

 "I was cooking.." You squirm, practically crying as you feel him gradually speed inside.

 "No, I like to fuck you when I wake up…you know" Theo grips it tighter, displeased and then rips deep, slamming against your walls, making the table move in the process.  

You practically scream, beg for your boyfriend, feeling the tremors and shivers mixing your senses, as Theo gets rougher in the thrusts.

 "S-sorry" You know he always likes to have you ready for him when he wakes up, but for some reason his head forgot that information and as a consequence Theo knocked out all your senses by destroying the kitchen just to fuck you, making you cum to then immediately spurt all his liquid inside you mercilessly in a completely intense orgasm.

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P1Harmony Reaction ღ Walking in on their s/o getting off by themselves [M]

ღ P1Harmony Keeho, Theo, Jiung, Intak x gn!reader ღ genre: smut reaction (all parts take place in the reader’s room, and it’s also the first time that they walk in on you) ღ warnings: none

Keeho:

will exclaim in surprise once he sees you, so there’s no way you don’t notice him walking in on you

the smirk on his face tells you he doesn’t dislike this situation though

“This is what we’re doing now?” he asks, and a moment later he adds, “Keep going.”

starts telling you what to do, where to touch yourself and where not to

shoots you a sharp look if you don’t obey, and watches with great interest as you struggle to follow his instructions to go just a little slower than you would want to

you think he’s just going to guide you through the whole thing, but he won’t have the patience for that

eventually just decides to scrap his initial plan and already throws half of his clothes off on the way to you

presses a sloppy kiss to your lips while grabbing your wrists and pinning you down on the bed to make sure you know he’s going to take over for you now

Theo:

stunned when he catches you but also starts sulking????

why are you doing this by yourself?? you better be thinking about him???

the second you notice him you can tell what he’s thinking

but also this just really isn’t a situation where you want to waste time explaining yourself

and he seems to realize that too

“Should I… help you with that?” 

you nod, but he’s already approaching you, because he was sure what your answer would be anyway

connects his lips to yours immediately while crawling on top of you

tears off any clothes that might still be remaining on your body, because at this point they’re just an annoyance to him

does the same with his own clothes, with your help

I don’t think I need to spell out what happens next

(he helps you get off while having pretty spontaneous sex with you, that’s what)

Jiung:

blushes.

dies.

silently exits the room.

won’t be able to do anything else though, so he’ll just stand frozen in front of the door, and with every sound he hears coming from you he’ll just freeze up a little more and feel himself getting more turned on

he knows that he shouldn’t just be standing there, but he can’t bring himself to walk away

after what seems like an eternity to him, you finally come out of the room and realize he must’ve at least heard everything

he just stares at you and then stutters an apology

this is the point where you should simply kiss him to stop him from bluescreening and in order to tell him it’s alright

there are so many ways to take this from here - tease him about it, ask him to help you out next time, suggest that you can probably take another orgasm and pull him into the room with you…

it’s really all up to you, because there is no way this guy can function anytime soon :’)

Intak:

he’s so stunned the moment he realizes what’s going on, he’ll just stop in his tracks and stare at you

he’ll stay there long enough for you to notice him eventually

he just can’t tear himself away from the sight in front of him

you realize how much this is affecting him, so in the end you simply ask if he wants to join

obviously he doesn’t think twice

so you two turn this into a session of mutual masturbation

that is until he loses his composure and tears your hands away from yourself, pressing his lips onto yours and kissing you with need

he’s quick to remove all clothes that might be in the way and to crawl on top of you

won’t lose a single second to get you both into position to have sex

after all, you both know there’s ways to make the two of you feel even better than if you simply take care of yourselves each

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Locked in

Y/n and theo get locked in a cupboard. They hate each other, well they put it off that way. but when he finds out she’s scared of small spaces something changes. He can’t pretend anymore.

Pairing: theo raeken x you

- series: teen wolf

- warnings: kissing, main character has a fear of small spaces

———

“Can I do it with someone else” Theo rolled his eyes, complaining lowly to Scott. But he just raised his brow at the boy. “I can here you dumb ass!” You hinted from the sofa with a screwed up face. Theo turned to you and gave you a fake smiled not caring.

“No, I think you guys have something to chat about” “we have…! -nothing to chat about” you stood up calming down when you realised who you were talking to…your alpha.

“Y/n your gonna have to deal with it” Scott shrugged gently. Liam pulled you away while everyone was leaving your house after the meeting. “what is it with you and Theo?” He questioned quietly. “I just- nothing I just…” “you just what” Liam repeated slowly.

“I just don’t need anymore complications in this life” “complications?” “I don’t trust him enough” you apply. In truth you didn’t trust him. But it was for a completely different reason. You thought he was hot- too hot there was something strange about the boy.

“Y/n hurry up!” Theo shouted walking out the door in a rush. “And he’s annoying” your eyes rolled with annoyance. You left Liam standing there confused and wanting to know more.

You run out in to the road to get to his car not looking where your going as you looked back at Liam standing alone. “Y/N” theo practically  screamed. From out of no where you were knocked on the ground and he was on top of you. For a few seconds you hesitate, looking around at what happened seeing the shiny blue car pass you with full speed and pounding noise. Red started up in your face.

“What the hell are you doing walking out in to a road!” Theo uproariously unloaded staring down with his handsome face, it distracted you. “You literally could have been killed!” “Are you listening?!” His eyes fluttered from disbelief. “You can get off of me now” you calmly told him looking up at his face immediately close. Theo stuttered and muttered some words that didn’t make sense before climbing off your body.

He didn’t bother helping you up just trudged over to his car across the road. “I- thank you Theo” you whispered getting in the other side finally making it to the car. “yeah- what ever” “no seriously- I’m human I could have died” You state looking at him. Theo didn’t reply, he hit the gas and the car started moving. The car Journey to the school was awkward and silent, you moved your lips to say something but nothing came to mind.

The night was dark and looking out side was the only pass of time. “You- cold?” Theo wondered asking you softly for a change. “no your fine” you replied looking at him again while he was half hanging out the window. It was such a Theo thing. Everytime we were in the car his window was wide open and one hand was holding the roof. I don’t know what is was but it was just Theo’s thing.

“We’re here now anyway” theo nodded toward the entrance. Swiftly he parked up and you both got out. “What is it we need” theo asked you after breaking a window to get in. You watch as the glass noisily shattered across the floor next to your feet. “The triskelion that Derek hid in here” you told him climbing through with precautions. Theo put his hand out and hesitantly you took it, he pulled you through gently and let you jump down to him off the table.

Almost like a gentleman. “Thanks but i can really do it my self” you told him backing away feeling awkward that he was being nice for a change. What was with his mood swings. Theo’s face turned instantly and that was it for conversation until we reached a cupboard. “This one?” He quizzed not looking at you. “I don’t know do i- maybe”. Theo deeply inhaled bowing his head. “Alright maybe we do need to chat” he turned around starring you dead in the eyes.

“We do?” You questioned raising your eyebrow. “Yeah, I mean don’t you wanna sort this out” “do you?” “I wanna know why you don’t trust me- I mean I know my history isn’t- great… but I’ve done everything possible to prove my self to you” “a- and your pack obviously” “this could be happening while we’re looking I don’t need you to explain why you hate me…right now anyway” you pass the boy go to pull open the cupboard.

“Isn’t this what Scott wanted us to do?” He wondered before noticing It was locked. Theo discarded the conversation and pulled the handle once and broke the lock letting the door swung open. You check inside on tip toes from your position knowing you wouldn’t like it in there, after all it was quite small. You stepped in wearily checking the light but it wouldn’t turn on. So you resorted to your phone. You hear theo come in behind you and the space automatically gets smaller. Your chest starts to feel tight.

“You could try another cupboard” you stated in hope and out of disorientation. “are you okay? Your shaking y/n” “I’m fine!” You kind of shout but then a loud bang came from down the hall way. Theo looked out to see what it was just peeking but shot back in. “ berserkers” he whispered worriedly. “How many” “too many” he peered again while slowly closing the door.

“No theo don’t” you rush to the broken handle. “Are you crazy- you can’t go out there they will rip you to shreds” he hissed holding you back. Hands on you body like you’d never imagined, one on your hip and one on your back. Or maybe you had pictured it before. Focusing on that worked… for a couple of seconds “y/n what’s wrong!” Theo asked desperately demanding I tell him.

“I don’t- like small spaces” your eyes shut and head rested on his chest embarrassment flooded your cheeks. Flashbacks of being locked in a cupboard came back whipping your brain. “…Y/n listen to me, I don’t hate you- you frustrate me all the time but that’s because I won’t admit it- or maybe I frustrate my self with you”

“Admit what” you ask Turning away from him pacing and putting your hands through your hair breathing in and out. “Admit that I like you” he whispered in the corner not taking his gorgeous eyes off you for a split second. “What- I- i your just- why are you doing this now” “I’m distracting you with the truth” theo strode towards you “I’m distracting you” he repeated softly. His hands stroked your face and he gathered a grip.

His head dipped down towards you and the world did float away along with the pain of the room when your lips met. His hand softly cupped your face and ran through your silky hair when he pulled away. “Well I think I need more distracting” you told him smiling for the first time and not letting go of him. His hands pulled you up and your legs wrapped around his waist excitedly and your back hit the stone wall. 

Your hands gripped his soft hair and you both were distracted… for a while. Eventually theo moved you both and you hit the stand with all the boxes making slight noise. “Something is poking me” you pull away for a second trying to grab it. Pulling it out eventually you held it up decoding what it was. “Huh” “what” theo whispered looking at you not the object.

“Found the Triskelion” you smiled bluntly. Theo dropped you on the floor carefully with smirking lips and tucking a bit of hair behind your ear then slowly marched over to the door. It wouldn’t open. “Theo please don’t say it” You started panicking again. The walls closed in. Your body slid down the pole as you sat on the cool yet dirty school floor.

“Y/n Im gonna get us out of here okay, just breath” “I can’t -breath” “you just have to focus- focus on one think like- like my voice” he suggested. “Then keep talking” you prompt. “You keep talking to me- you tell me why your scared of small spaces” theo asked.

“When I lived with my mom before social services took me to my fathers- she didn’t- want me around” “so she locked you up” theo breathed sadly with a roll of his eyes in disgust. “Yeah- all the time, I’ve always hated small spaces they just put me right where I started and I’ve grown yet they still make me feel weak and it wasn’t the fact that it was small it was the fact it was dark and quite it was lonely and small too, just like in here” you open your eyes to see the outside.

“Your not alone y/n” Theo whispered brushing your cheek.

The dark sky full of bright stars shining at the two of you. “theo I- how did we get here”. “I got you out- I told you I would” he smiled smally. Your head slammed against his chest with a hug out of instinct. “Thank you” you whispered tightly suffocating the man. “I wasn’t just distracting you in there- you know that” Theo bravely outed looking almost worried. “I…” “you don’t need to answer baby girl- just know” “but I know my answer” you tell him softly shaking your head. Theo looked confused but held your face anyway. Rubbing a rough thumb across it.

On your tip toes you kissed theo softly forming a smile. “that? Answer you question” you giggled holding his neck still. “It doesn’t answer mine!” Lydia shouted running over from a car that apparently spawned out of no where. Scott also got out grinning at you both. “Well well well- looks like my plan worked” he smirked stepping closer. “I knew you guys had it bad for each other”

You laid your head on his chest holding a shy guilty smile while theo threw an arm over you “looks like it did- we did” you answered shaking your shoulders. Holding up the object you came for Scott’s eyes lit up. “You found it!”

“And I found Theo’s better side- all because we were locked in that hell hole” you smiled looking up at him. Theo kissed you softly and mouthed “it wasn’t all bad”. You had to admit… he was right.

———

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[xhdream]

loser(s): part two

↳ part one

pairing: youtuber theo x fem!reader

genre: smut wc: 4.4k

summary: the charming guy running the youtube channel you enjoy watching mostly because of him and not the games he’s playing, moves in the apartment across from yours, and turns out to be the biggest asshole you’ve encountered in years

contains: neighbours au, hard dom!reader, brat tamer!reader, enemies to lovers? trope, unprotected sex, explicit language, dirty talk, masturb. (m), overstimulation (m), oral (m/f), light humiliation kink, a few slaps here and there, name calling

a/n: please, keep in mind english is not my first language, i apologise in advance for any mistakes i’ve might missed

!! this is pure fiction for entertainment purposes

Taeyang lost count of how many times he had to sit down to play the same game from the beginning in the last three hours.

He adjusts the camera on its usual angle, hits record, only to toss his headset across the desk ten minutes later, and just stare stupidly at the computer screen.

It’s been a week since you slept together and he hasn’t been able to get you out of his head. Not only does the fact you’re constantly on his mind torturing him, but also the images that come along with the thoughts of you.

Your hand wrapped around his neck. Your breath sticking to his mouth as you call him names, bad names, mean words that would infuriate him in every other situation, but not this one.

And the more days fly by, the more those images seem not enough for him anymore. He begins to expand on them with moments where you slap his face while you ride him. Or his cock - it probably hurts, but that’s the new thing that he’s been curious about what it would feel like from you.

He wants you to punish him for all the sleepless nights you had because of his games; for all those arguments you’ve had in the middle of the hallway; for all the times he slammed his door in your face.

Taeyang opens the little drawer of his desk and pulls out the panties you let him keep from that day. It won’t feel as exciting as the first time he used them, because they’re straight out from the laundry and they don’t hold your scent anymore, but it’s better than just his bare hand.

He feels stupid; really stupid. But the embarrassment fades down the moment he covers his semi hard on with the delicate lace you wore the afternoon he fucked you.

He’s never watched any videos where the man is submissive, or gets humiliated and commanded. He’s never had any interest in experiencing anything like that, until now. Until you.

His moans slip from his lips more and more desperate in the silence of his room. His eyes are squeezed shut while his mind visualises your naked body once again; your hands and mouth are everywhere on him all at once as you use him for your own personal pleasure.

“Fuck… p-please, please, please—“ Taeyang whispers in a rush over and over again, as if you are here forcing him to ask for permission to cum.

He breaks down in his chair as the rush from this new unfamiliar fantasy brings him to his peak. The pair of panties, now messy from his orgasm, are wrapped around his cock and he holds them there for a moment till he calms down.

He has to try to film next week’s video again, but all he can think about is what the fuck did you do to him.

It was just a hook up.

There’s nothing wrong in having some fun once in a while. What does it matter if it was with the youtuber Choi Taeyang who also happens to live next door? You had a nice time together, and it won’t happen again, because you can’t stand each other - even after having an amazing mind blowing sex. Especially after that…

Nothing has changed. In fact, everything remains the same, except that he for whatever reason decided to do some of the talking online.

“You’re talking shit about me in your new video!”

Taeyang remains silent for a few seconds, because at first he doesn’t remember doing such thing.

“Oh, I think you mean the video before the one I uploaded today… The one from today is the new one.”

“I don’t care.” You throw hands in the air. “Will you please explain where that’s coming from?”

Taeyang folds arms in front of his chest while skimming your body up and down in the most obvious way. You’re wearing a pair of comfy shorts and a graphic tee; so different than all the buttoned up shirts and fancy trousers he always sees you wearing for work. Judging by the look, it doesn’t seem like you’re planning on going out with anyone although it’s Friday night.

Not that he cares.

“I filmed that before we slept together.”

“Because that makes it better?”

Realising that this conversation isn’t going to end soon, Taeyang opens the front door fully and steps aside to let you in.

You try to avoid looking around too much, but you can’t deny that you’re curious about what the rest of his apartment looks like. It has a nice fresh scent that instantly adds to the welcoming atmosphere of his simple interior.

“I thought you’re familiar with my filming schedule.” Taeyang follows close behind you.

You are, but he doesn’t need to know that.

He moves your hair carefully to the side and you feel his lips trace your skin from your shoulder all the way to your neck. It’s such a small portion of skin, but it makes your whole body crave him.

“I don’t keep up with your channel anymore.” Your voice starts softening at the subtle contact of his tongue. It brings back the memories from last week, and your heart flutters at the thought of repeating it all.

You force your legs to take a few steps forward, and you leave him hanging. Wanting to make him work for it a little bit longer, you begin to explore the living room in the mean time.

“I wouldn’t have known about it if a friend of mine didn’t send me a clip of you ranting about the annoying neighbour that makes you want to jump from the window, because she made it her life mission to ruin your whole life.“ You glare at him for a moment before taking a seat on the middle of his couch. “It wasn’t hard for her to figure it out.”

Taeyang smirks, as his tall figure stands in front of you, blocking the view of the multiple posters at the wall.

“So you talk about me to your friend, I’m flattered.”

“Not nice things,” you cross one leg over the other, acting as if you’re oblivious to his gaze that’s focused on you, “so don’t be.”

The perky smile doesn’t leave his face when he squats down, locking eyes with yours. His hands swiftly separate your legs, and that simple act alone brings an insane amount of arousal into your body.

“You did made me want to jump from the window that day.” He comments, gliding his palms up and down your bare skin. “But I was also hoping you’d come back, and you did.”

His mouth now roams along your inner thigh through wet kisses, as he speaks, while his hand caresses the outer side of it.

“Do you know what’s the most annoying part of all of this?”

“Tell me,” you say, trying to keep your tone firm and relaxed despite the warm need that’s forming in the pit of your stomach.

You sense his right hand playing with the fabric of your shorts, sneaking under it to feel your panties. They make him impatient though, and after he grips on the waistband you quickly lift up just enough so he can pull them down.

“There isn’t a moment when I’m not turned on by you cussing at me. You’re so fuckin’ hot when you’re mad at me, doll.”

You feel the tension in the air getting thicker from his words that accompany his needy touch.

“You like being scolded, hm?” You rest your hand on top of his head, as you feel his tongue sneaking through his lips. The sudden wet contact provokes your legs to spread wider at the possibility to feel it closer to your heat.

Taeyang swipes his flat tongue along your cunt that’s hidden from your thin underwear. His palms press against your hips, as he buries his face further, humming as a response.

“Easy, Tae,” you chuckle.

The nickname surprises him, and he pulls back to find your eyes.

“I need you.” His voice softens as he speaks out the words.

You’ve never heard this tone from him before.

“I need you so bad, Y/N.”

“Do you promise not to talk shit about me ever again?”

You lift his chin even higher with your index finger while he stays on his knees for you.

“Promise.” He replies with a smirk which disappears so quickly from your thumb tugging on his lip that you almost miss it.

It’s surprising how easily he succumbs to your control. It almost feels like he’s playing with you, and you test him again with another question.

“Will you do as I say?”

Taeyang nods staring back with lust in his eyes.

“Words.”

“Yes, yes, beautiful…” He stops talking when you slide your fingers through his lips, and continues, after you gather some of his saliva. “I will.”

“I didn’t expect to see you so obedient, Tae.” You push your panties to the side and spread the moisture all over your clit, mixing it with the one that’s already been wetting your folds. “I like this version of you.”

“You got me this way, doll.” Taeyang follows the slow motions of your fingers, and his mouth waters at the sight. The memory of your sweet taste invades his senses. “Let me help you feel good.”

You guide your foot up and down his thigh, as you build your arousal in front of him.

“What can you do for me?” You ask, knowing that talking is the last thing he wants to do right now. You lead your leg to his crotch area where the contour of his erection calls for your attention. It starts twitching beneath the fabric of his sweats the second it feels the pressure of your foot.

“Anything you want, baby.. shit—“ His mouth stays open when you start stimulating him by rubbing his length. “Just tell me, please. Wanna taste you so fuckin’ bad.”

“Oh, baby, you’re leaking already,” you pout at the dark stain that appeared under your foot. Taeyang can only whine, as the place you keep rubbing in a rapid speed gets hotter from the pleasant friction. “You look like you really need to cum, pretty boy… too bad I prefer to cum first.”

Taeyang’s attention goes back and forth between your daring eyes, and your fingers gliding through your squelching entrance. He’s slowly becoming more and more submissive, and you can’t stop gushing over how hot he looks in this kind of desperate state.

“Wanna make you cum first, gorgeous…” Taeyang mutters, but his hips jerk up, needy to feel more of your touch. “Can I?”

“You can,” you reply, seeing his gaze lit up. “Go on, put that dirty mouth to good use for once.”

After moving your hand away, Taeyang leans in and attaches his tongue to your heat with the same force he did the first time. It makes you gasp, and hold the back of his head as the imensive pleasure flows through your body.

The difference is in the sounds that manage to escape from his mouth as his tongue devours your slickness - they’re not intense, grumpy groans, but vulnerable blissful ones, and you try to stay calm so you can hear more of them, but you can’t hold the emotions in for long.

“Oh, f-fuck, Tae—“ Your fingers tangle around the roots of his hair and tug from the way he digs even deeper into your cunt the moment you start to shake. Your arousal trickles down from your folds. “Oh, fuck, just like that…”

Provoked by your pretty moans, Taeyang pulls you down a bit, focusing the tip of his tongue on your clenching hole. He slurps eagerly from your leaking pleasure before licking a stripe all the way to your clit.

You don’t need to tell him to go faster. He can tell you’re close by your loud pants, and the way your face twitches, and your spine bends. Your toes curl in the air the moment he dives back in to suck on your sensitive bundle of nerves meanwhile his two long fingers slide inside you, rubbing your walls.

“S’ close—“ You choke on your whines, as your hand keeps him as close to your clit as possible.

The quick way his fingers work in and out of you in sync with his lapping tongue bring your orgasm just a second later, and Taeyang tries his best to keep your body steady on the couch with one hand as you squirm from the sensations.

His own hitched sounds get lost from your overwhelmed voice that echoes throughout the room in a high pitched tone. You stopped caring about who might hear you through the thin walls a long time ago.

You realise amused that Taeyang still gathers from your juices by open mouthed kisses even after you come back to your senses.

“That’s enough, you had your fun.” You take his jaw and squish his flushed cheeks, observing his swollen lips and sharp chin that’s messy from your arousal. As much as all that turns you on nothing can compare to the dazed look in his eyes - like he’s ready to take anything you give him.

“There isn’t a moment when I’m not turned on by you cussing at me.” His words from earlier echo into your mind. “You’re so fuckin’ hot when you’re mad at me…”

“You’re so pathetically horny, I don’t even have to ask if you’ve been using my underwear to get off.” You slightly raise your brow, then grunt at the shameless smile that creeps up on his lips. It earns a light slap on the cheek. “Such a loser.”

At this point Taeyang is one hundred percent sure he’s leaking through his boxers. He’s so turned on that he’s grateful for every small friction he gets from the cotton fabric that’s repressing his cock.

“Filled them with my cum three times.” He adds through his puffy lips that still glisten with your essence.

You try to cover up your half-smile caused by his cheeky attitude through a huff. You slap him again, but harder, and he presses his tongue against the inner side of his cheek.

“You liked it, didn’t you, perv?”

“I fuckin’ loved it.” He responds, successfully maintaining eye contact. You can feel the heat coming from his stare and it makes you feel dizzy, like you just took five shots at once.

The smacking sound fills the room again, and Taeyang’s head tilts slightly to one side. His bottom lip is tucked between his teeth; his skin runs hot.

“Three slaps for the three times you used my panties like a desperate whore.”

You lean back comfortably on the back of the couch, trying to ignore the way your heart races from what just happened, but also at the image of him masturbating with your lingerie.

You tell him to strip, and he quickly gets rid of his clothes, leaving them crumpled up on the floor. After his slim figure hovers over you again, his big cock enters your vision. You lean forward and run your fingertip along its length, feeling its warm skin and every vein.

The instant twitching when you reach his tip that’s oozing deliciously with transparent essence, makes you bite your lip playfully. You give it a light feathery touch, and suddenly the only thing on your mind is to make Taeyang break down from pleasure. To milk him dry.

“Sit down.” You command, switching places with him. “No touching from now on, got it?”

“Got it.” Taeyang responds, and you notice his one hand going towards his balls, as you kneel between his legs.

You grab his wrists roughly, forcing his eyes to shoot back at you.

“You’re not allowed to touch me or yourself.”

You release his arms, hearing a sigh of disappointment. For a moment he doesn’t know where to put his hands and the awkward way he finally drops them on top of his thighs makes you laugh.

“Not used to being a submissive boy, huh?” You tap his leaky tip at the centre, and Taeyang’s tummy clenches from the sensitivity.

The ringing sound of you mocking him makes his heart flutter which doesn’t help the burning in his core cool down.

He stays silent, but judging from his dark gaze that’s solely focused on your hand hovering over his desperate erection, makes you feel like you’re both thinking about the same thing, so you do it - you give his cock a light smack.

“Fuckk—“ He sucks in a sharp breath. He bites on his lower lip with force, throwing his head back while the shocking thrill fades down. “No… I’m not.” He admits noticing you getting closer to his shaft.

He wants to snap at you to take it, but another part of him wants to indulge in this new game that you introduced to him; a game where he waits and receives whatever you decide to give him.

“You’ll learn. You need some taming, Choi Taeyang.” You give him one last glance, then release a thick string of spit on his cock before taking it in your hand.

You forgot how heavy he feels and your thighs already start rubbing against one another. You stroke it up and down slowly, appreciating the way it looks under the control of your fist.

“Such a big nice cock for someone who doesn’t know how to behave properly, tsk…” The speed of your hand quickens, and Taeyang’s chest starts to rise rapidly, his fingers form two strong fists. “What a waste,” you spit out bluntly, smearing the precum even faster.

You have to admit, you enjoy this dominant role more than you expected.

“Ahh, s-shit…” Taeyang’s built up desperation becomes even more apparent now as his tone gets mellow from the stimulation. The rush inside his tummy grows bigger with every next twist, and every new remark you decide to throw at him.

In the middle of his moans he turns quiet; too baffled from the sudden wrapping of your lips around him to say or do anything. His jaw drops as he finally gets to experience what your tongue feels like glued to his dick.

“Y/N—“ he sighs, running fingers through his hair. His tongue swipes his lips at the arousing sight of your head bobbing up and down his length; your small fist helping out by twirling around what you can’t fit inside your mouth.

Not that you can’t fit the rest of him. You can, with a little bit of effort and inevitable choking. You just don’t want to yet. He’s fully aware of that.

Taeyang’s instant reflex is to hold your head, but he stops himself on time, and his palms return to rest on both sides of his body, meanwhile, you keep humming around his throbbing erection. The amount of saliva dripping from your lips coated all of him nicely, making your hand drag along even more smoothly as you aim for his climax.

The warm void of your mouth feels so unbelievably good he starts to feel woozy, losing his entire trail of thoughts.

You gasp for air once you finally peel off. A string of drool connects you to his angry red tip before you break it off by furiously pumping his cock.

“Come on,” you encourage him, as you don’t stop jerking him off close to your charming face, “cum like the desperate boy you are, Tae…”

And like that, hypnotised by your voice and the way you use that nickname, Taeyang lets it all out. The thick ropes of cum shoot all over his stomach while his heavy eyes stay shut, and his balls clench overwhelmingly.

You bite on your lip, patiently baring your own heat between your legs as you watch him cum all over himself. Your eyes trace all the way up to the veins on his neck, and his parted lips that drop heavy pants.

Taeyang tugs on his own hair finally turning his attention back to you. He seems high, and his heavy gaze follows lazily the way you stick out your tongue to taste him, after his poor cock hits his tummy, all flushed and smeared with sticky liquid.

“Mmm, you taste nice.” You mewl, passing your flat tongue over his stomach to collect the thick essence, taking it down your throat. “I could’ve let you cum in my mouth, but I don’t think you deserve that yet.” You leave a few wet kisses around his bellybutton before sucking lightly. Taeyang humms, and glances down only to see that you’ve licked all of his seed to the last drop.

“Hope I can earn that privilege.” Taeyang’s deep voice makes your heart swell with how raspy it suddenly sounds.

You bring your hands up his chest, teasing his left nipple with your manicured fingers.

“Give me one more and maybe you will earn it sooner than you think.”

When he sees his softening cock going in your hand again, a shocking thrill shoots through his core, and it makes him wince in his seat. His muscles tense all over again at what’s possibly coming.

“Shhh, it’s not that bad,” you burst laughing at his widening eyes. He noticed his own words coming out of your lips. “I know you still have more to give me…”

Every time you smile amused at his dick he gets butterflies in his tummy like a teenager falling in love; for a moment he didn’t even grasp what you’re asking of him.

“Fuck, wait—“

But it’s too late. You’re already getting back to twirling your fist, eager to feel it hardening in your palm.

Taeyang leans his arms over the back of the couch, giving you a nice view of his throat that keeps gulping after he tilts his head back.

You stay kneeling between his feet, gliding your fist in a merciless pace. You want to make him cum again, and you want to do it as soon as possible. The wet noise mixes with his hitched breathing, he’s not even making sounds anymore; the new rush that’s building up from his sensitivity doesn’t allow him to do anything else except try to control his heavy breaths.

“Oh my god,” Taeyang lifts one arm and takes his fist to his mouth. He can feel the familiar sensation inside him bubbling up, fast and intense. “Fuck, gonna cum again-“ His voice cracks just as his thighs start to tremble around you. “Please, take it in your mouth, p-please, Y/N, shit—“

Your fingers keep up the pressure around his thickness and a moment later they’re dripping with mess again.

“Oops, I forgot.” Your bottom lip puckers out in a fake pout, as you still hold his member trapped in your fist. It’s so pathetically red and swollen. You blow on it once, and Taeyang squirms before finally facing you. “You came too quickly, pretty boy. You left me no time to put it in my mouth.”

His raspy low voice mumbles something in the lines of you’re doing it too good, and you tell him that he’s just too weak.

You don’t give him much time to regain control over his breathing, and your lips stretch out to take him deep into your mouth.

The fact he’s lost in the warmth of your small mouth again has Taeyang’s mind turning blank. He’s sensitive in general, and when you begin to move all the way down to his abdomen after he just came for the second time, completely makes him crumble.

For the first time you hear him whimper; yearn.

It’s obvious he’s trying his best to maintain his calmness, but at this point it’s impossible. Everything becomes too much for him - your tongue twirling around his cock head, the sucking and lewd slurping as you keep up the insane rapid speed that has the living room spinning in front of him. The bumping against your throat. The gagging. The vibrations from your choking, because he’s too big for your mouth, but you keep pushing yourself on him anyway.

You breathe through your nose a few more seconds, as you keep his tortured tip inside your throat. A tear escapes the corner of your eye. When you empty your mouth, inhaling deeply, you notice that Taeyang’s cheeks have falling tears too.

Your tongue glides on the side of his hard slick length as you prepare to stuff your mouth again, but you want to enjoy the captivating sight of his face coloured by pinkish tones, and half lidded eyes gleaming with tears, a little longer.

Despite feeling on cloud nine, Taeyang gives you a lazy smile that makes your heart skip a beat.

“What is it?” He looks down at your figure with anticipation.

You shrug shoulders, then tilt your head slightly.

“I’m just surprised to see you like this.”

You don’t realise how his features hypnotise you; how they get you to forget about the role you’re playing, until you feel his hand around your neck. The movement, not rough at all, lifts your chin while he leans down parting your lips with his own.

The open mouthed kiss steals your breath; it fulfills all the cravings you had since you got here, but it grows new ones too.

You stand up and Taeyang swiftly settles you on his lap. The feeling of him filling you up in that moment is a delightful relief you’ve never felt before. You uphold yourself with hands on the back of the sofa while his mouth finds support in the crook of your neck.

“Ah, Tae…” You mewl at the way he pleases you in all the ways you possibly need. “Fuck, I love it…”

Taeyang holds his breath for a second, as you start to quicken the bounces. His hands scrunch up your shirt around your waist while the way your slippery cunt swallows him so perfectly has him thinking of cumming as soon as possible. But he can endure it; despite the burning overstimulation that makes his heart race, and his whimpers stuck at the back of his throat.

He has to.

“Cum again, doll, I’ll wait…” He bites the spot under your ear while his husky voice, coming out so uneven and shaky, sends you shivers. “I promise.”

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