#★ spin bout u

[whowantshota]

SPIN BOUT U —— park sunghoon

oneshot — spin bout u collection

in which after a bad day, your sugar daddy is there to make it all right again.

warnings ☆ MATURE CONTENT AHEAD. smut, fluff, sugar daddy x stripper, daddy kink, tit sucking, reader wears sunghoon's shirt, softdom!sunghoon, warnings to be added

"Do you ever think I'm not good enough for you?"

Sunghoon freezes in the frame of the front door; half of his coat hanging off of his shoulders. His brows are furrowed, lips pursed as he ponders.

You watch him bite the inside of his cheek, "Why would you think that?"

You blink at him, like he's supposed to understand. He doesn't for the record. Especially not after a tough day of work—coming home to you in a mood is not what he wanted.

When you don't answer immediately, Sunghoon sighs, and starts to strip off the jacket, draping it over his arm before starting off down the hall.

You follow him watching the way the white collar shirt and vest combo stretches over the expanse of his back.

"Didn't I tell you there's no point in keeping up with the tabloids?" Sunghoon's voice resounds off of the walls. He stops to peer at your figure, arms crossed over your chest as you follow behind him.

There's a slight frown stretching across your face. "Well, it's not like I can completely avoid it." You sniffle, hugging yourself tighter, finding warmth in the size of Sunghoon's t-shirt.

"Then there's nothing I can do about that." He grumbles. He turns his back to you, stalking further into the kitchen. He leans against the kitchen counter, gesturing for you to settle down on one of the bar stools.

You huff. That's not the answer you expected. You don't expect him to be sunshine and rainbows, but it'd be nice to actually hear something you want to hear, at least for today.

Sunghoon notices the (obvious) change in your attitude. His lips flatten out in a flat line, and he watches your upperhalf slump over the counter. Even if you're thoroughly upset, at least your tits look good pressed up against cold marble.

"'m not good enough." You mumble, dropping your face into your arms. The counter is cold against your cheek, making the warmth you feel when Sunghoon comes up behind you a stark contrast.

"Come on baby, don't say that." Sunghoon murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your head.

His hands come around your neck, massaging your skin down and towards you collar bone.You shiver when they rest, fingers drumming along you clavicle.

"Need daddy to help you cheer up, hmm?" He teases, pushing your chin up so that you're head is tilting backwards. You can see all of his face—from a strange angle, though all of his face nonetheless.

Sunghoon smiles at the way you tense up. Pressing another kiss to your forehead. "I buy you designer to lounge around in, but you'd rather wear my old t-shirts."

"Cause 's more comfy." You say. He hums in agreement.

"Guess you look good in them too." He points out, releasing his hold on you. But before you can do anything, he's spun your stool around and is kissing the skin on your chest that isn't covered by the shirt.

When Sunghoon initiates sex, it's almost never like this. And when it is, it picks up sooner or later. But he's still going so slow, peppering soft kisses to your sternum.

"S'not enough." He says, kneeling in front of the stool and at the same time, grabbing a fist fill of your shirt. He tugs it up to reveal your tits, let's you shrug the rest off while his left hand fondles your boob, right hand sitting high up on your thigh. You shudder at the feeling of Sunghoon's tongue on your tit, warm mouth capturing your nipple.

He looks up at you with big eyes, humming against your skin. You don't know what he's saying, but fuck, it feels good.

His hand reaches further down, to the waistband of your shorts. There's a playful tug before Sunghoon is dragging them along your skin, gradually pulling then off and revealing your pretty cunt.

A sharp inhale comes from the man before you and you watch the way he runs a hand through his hair, running his tongue over his lower lip. "Baby... fuck. You drive me fuckin' crazy."

His strong hand presses against your legs, spreading them wider so that he can see your soaked pussy. "No panties today? You were just waiting for daddy to come home and take care of you, huh?"

His palm presses against your folds before he pushes two fingers inside of you, curling until the the cool metal of his ring presses against your warm core. You're already too gone to notice the way Sunghoon watches you, listens to the filthy sounds your cunt makes and the dirty whimpers that leave your mouth.

"Daddy, faster, please, please, p-please-"

Sunghoon smirks, still fucking his fingers into you at a lethargic pace that has you crying out. "Yeah, daddy hears you. Daddy's gonna show you how much more than enough you are, okay?"

Sunghoon pulls you off of the stool, a guiding hand on your waist as he presses you against the counter. He kisses you, sucks on your bottom lip; to busy devouring your adorable whines to bother about the mess of saliva you're making.

You chase his lips when he starts to pull away, but he stops you, tutting and pressing a finger to your swollen lips. "Want daddy bend you over the counter and fuck you?" There's a wide grin stretching across his face at the way you're lips are quivering. With his ringed hand, he cups your cunt, thumbing your clit, grin only growing when you try to close your legs. "Gonna let daddy take care of this cunt?"

A barely audible 'please' comes out of your mouth, and before you could even beg again, Sunghoon's got you bent you over the counter, fished out his cock, thick with a vein running down down the length of it, tip swollen and slick with pre-cum.

He fits so well in you, head of his cock pushing past your pussy lips and making you cry out. He adores the way your hands try to grab onto the edge of the counter while his thrusts into you. You mewl when his hands reach for your hair, giving a softer yank before he tugs you back towards him.

Something about the way you arch backwards, the way you call for him, tone so needy.

"You're all mine, alright?" He grunts, hands skimming over the curve of your ass. You're so hot, clenching on his cock like a good girl. "You're enough, more than w-whatever the fuck enough is."

Sunghoon's hand slides from your hair down to the back of your neck, squeezing tightly. His cock twitches, enveloped by the warmth of your cunt. He groans, voice breathy as he speaks. "You're all good baby, I'll fuck em out of you."

drops u on a cliff hanger

[nervoussagittarius]

y/n and matt being the hottest couple for 4 minutes straight

matt sturniolo x influencer!reader

summary: hot moments caught on camera between matt and his girlfriend

warnings: fluff, slightly suggestive, i think that’s it

★ “hey baby will you film a tiktok with me?” you asked, lifting your head off of matt’s chest. it was a simple lip sync video to ‘spin bout u’ by drake. matt replied with a small nod before ushering the two of you over to his desk chair, placing you on his lap. you sent him a smile of gratitude.

matt wrapped his arms around you pulling you deeper into his chest. his head rested on your shoulder from behind. your phone was propped up on a random drink bottle, and you could feel matt’s eyes on you as you set up a good angle. his gaze was set on your face through the screen in front of him. a slight smirk could be found on his lips.

when the sound was heard you both easily remembered the words and began to sing along.

put hands on you in the past

insecure because your body is precious

matt’s hands began to roam from your abdomen to trail down the sides of your thighs. you glanced back at him slightly to see a devious look on his face.

four words when i think about them is crusty, musty, dusty, rusty

both of your focuses were back on your phone screen for only a second before you found each others eyes.

eight words then i think about us is fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me

you looked up at matt through your lashes before your hand reached around to play with his hair. the playful look in his eyes was replaced with a seductive one, not going unnoticed by your fans.

★ today you decided to get ready and do your makeup while on a live stream. this wasn’t uncommon. you often went live when you were by yourself or bored. it felt like a facetime call with your friends. you spent a majority of the time answering questions or talking about your day thus far.

matt walked into your house and upon hearing your talking he assumed you were on a phone call. he made his way to your room to find you sitting in front of your mirror. he quickly walked to you and placed his hands on your shoulders to greet you.

his mouth found your neck soon after and began placing short pecks on it. “hi baby. i missed you.” he said in between kisses. a blush took over your face in no time. you hoped the live stream viewers didn’t catch on to the needy tone in matt’s voice.

your comments came flying in. all talking about matt’s actions. “matt. i’m live.” you got out as fast as you could.

his head quickly popped up to notice the placement of you phone only to put his head hidden back into your shoulder with a groan of faked annoyance. you laughed at his actions. “i’m sorry. i didn’t know.” he drug out, causing you to laugh even harder.

you spent the next 5 minutes covering up the red mark forming on your neck.

★ you had finally convinced matt to go to one of tara’s parties. he missed out on her one million party and you were destined to make sure he had a fun at this one.

with the help of nick and chris you were able to hype him up enough. you went as far as giving him little incentives if he reached certain time stamps throughout the night. matt wasn’t complaining about this in the slightest. what you both were unaware of though, was that tara had multiple people filming her party that night.

“will you come dance with me?” you asked matt as you slid your hands up his chest. he wasn’t going to deny his girl a dance. any chance to be close to you was enough for him.

matt kept a comforting hand on your lower back as he directed you both through seas of drunk partygoers. his hands found your waist as you both moved to the rhythm of the song playing.

“you look beautiful. i’m so in love with you.” matt had said while leaning into your ear. it was hard to hear what he was saying over the loud music.

“thank you for coming. i’m glad you’re having a good time.” you responded in the same manner. the song changed and you began to slowly grind into matt at the new tempo. matt’s grip tighten on you and you ran your hands through his hair and down his neck.

tara posted her video a week after the party and at this point most occurrences were put to the back of your head. almost instantly you and matt were being tagged in endless videos of you two throughout the night. a fan favorite was you guys dancing together.

comments:

GODDAMN

i don’t know which one i want to be atp

i think they do these things on purpose now

they have to know they’re the hottest couple out there

i must be doing something wrong.

an: a bit shorter but i think they’re cute and i love matt x influencer

taglist: @norr1ssturni0lo @recklessmatt @luvr4miya @hpyjw @unbruisable @watercolorskyy @elliewrites1 @rheaasturn @slxt4matt @mmay4ever @aurizp

[rovsemyri]

I smoked away my brain..(plug!k.choso) ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚

❄️UP ON MY GUMS , (I THINK THEY GOIN NUMB!)

now playing: demons- a$ap rocky

cw: plug!choso / drug dealer!choso, soft dom!choso, fem!reader, dubcon (kinda; sex under the influence), car sex, praising, riding, pussydrunk chosooo!, plot(kinda?), unprotected sex, creampie ₊˚ෆ��

synopsis: it’s a friday night after work, you finally have the weekend off! stressed, you decide to call your plug, choso. you met him through one of your closest co-workers, yuiji after finding out he had a brother, since then, I guess you can say that you became choso's favorite customer — ★ (intended lowercase)

levy's note⭒⊹ ࣪ ˖: not my best work (i wrote this while i was high) :( but the show must go on. i had the idea to add visual links but i didn't know if people would be cool wit that, so lmk! tyy :) *there may be spelling errors,etc*

╰⟢ it was a late friday night and you didn’t have work tomorrow, so what did u do? called choso, your plug of course. though he was your drug dealer, you knew him a little bit more than his other customers, might even say, you got special treatment. choso was always laid back, he hated people in his business so not many people knew much about him, you wouldn’t have met him if it weren't for yuiji. 

 when he arrived, you stood outside the car door , just talking for a moment before he asked if you wanted to chill for a bit, suggesting you smoke a few blunts and talk…as you know, he always enjoyed your company. 

“so how you been, ma?” he asks, passing you the blunt as he fights a grin asking you the question. taking it from his hand, you take a pull before answering, “ tired, work has been stressing me out lately, but i’m doing okay” you flash him a small smile before taking another pull from the blunt. “you've been staying after hours, right?” he laughed a little, you could tell he was already buzzed. “you stalking me?” you ask, keeping up the light mood. passing the blunt back to him, your body began to feel heavy. 

“nahh, yuiji told me. the boy never shuts up about you, he’s worried bout you”, he says nonchalantly, taking another hit from the blunt. “you gotta take it easy for realll” his words slowing down a little. you could feel your head start to spin as the car became filled with more and more smoke, making your brain blank a little. “i’m doing fine though! just make sure you tell him to not worry when you get back” you laugh a little at the fact that yuiji worried about you and told his brother. choso takes a few pulls before outing the blunt. “you ain’t fine, you just said you was stressed” his words slur a little, the bud getting to his head. “ know i had smoke with you real quick, mama” he says with a grin on his face, pulling out another pre-rolled blunt, passing it to you with his lighter.

“being generous tonight, cho?” you smile at him, lighting the next blunt. “ you said you were stressed…you know i gotchu.” he says looking at you with a soft expression, making eye contact you try to avert your eyes. though choso was your friend’s brother you couldn’t help but admit he was so fucking hot. he was the quiet type, never spoke too much about himself or his life, he was a chill type of guy. that's what made you take interest in him, he was a mystery, really. 

you continue to spend the night just talking, getting things off your mind. choso was always a good listener and it seemed like he loved to listen to you talk. you could sometimes feel the way his eyes are glued to your lips as you're talking…or when he thinks you're not looking, you could feel the way his low eyes trace your figure as you tell him about what's going on. your mind gets more and more intoxicated as the rotation continues several times, somehow he’s still going, waiting for you to tap out or break the box. 

it's getting later as you both continue to talk, rotation going back forth as well, reminiscing about the past you both giggle and laugh. the euphoric feeling takes over your body, you haven’t felt this high in a really long time, you almost feel yourself twitching. choso lets out a soft laugh before passing the blunt back to you, his eyes low and red. “hmmph, cho, you’re not tapping out yet?” you pout giving him a playful hit on his arm before taking the blunt from his slender fingers. “think you could out smoke me, baby?” his tone lowers, a grin plastered on his face, laying back in his seat he watches as you look surprised at the name he called you. 

“of course i can!” you reply quickly with a smile on your face. “what you suggestin’ , girl? we try?” he says, his words slow and slurred, looking up at you making eye contact with you. 

you tried to avoid his eyes as you took another hit from the blunt, you couldn’t help but think about how hot he looked when he was high, you thought maybe shit was just getting to your head. 

“why you keep lookin’ away from me, ma?” he couldn’t help but laugh a little, clearly intoxicated. he passes you another blunt again with his lighter, willing to give into your little game. you kill off the blunt before looking at him, taking the next blunt from him to light , he couldn't help but smile. you could tell choso was on a different planet at the moment but you both felt the tension. “ you're gonna regret this, baby. you can’t out-smoke me” his tone was lower than before. you laugh, exhaling before passing it back to him.” you said you were being generous tonight, right cho?” you tease him, thinking that he’ll tap out sooner or later. the rotation continued.

and somehow, you find yourself in the backseat of choso’s car, the two front seats pushed back, making enough space for you to be perfectly sat on top of him. one hand on your hips, gripping them firmly. His shirt and your clothes are discarded and thrown onto the dashboard of the car and on the car floor. your chest pressed against his as he has one hand harshly holding down your hips on top of him, and the other around your neck. smashing his lips onto yours as the hand on your neck slightly tightened as it guided you to keep up with how he was moving. 

his kisses become sloppier by the minute as you grant his tongue access to yours, before he pulls away, loosening the grip on your neck and allowing you to catch your breath. “this is what ya’ get, baby” he groans, his gaze focused on the way your body looked as you were on top of him, trying to catch your breath. you couldn’t help but take a minute to breathe, his hands traveling to your lower body. his two large hands on your hips, gripping them firmly, slightly pushing your clothed cunt against his tightening bulge, his jeans unbuckled & pushed down far enough to reveal the wet spot forming in his boxers..“cmonn, please help me, baby” choso whined, guiding your hips to grind against his bulge through your soaked panties. . “choso, you’re just really high right now, relax” you pat his head before looking down at him, your hands on his shoulders. 

he groans, throwing his head back before pulling you closer to his chest. “fuck, i’m so impatient, girl” he whines, burying his face into your neck. one of the hands-on your hips now placed on ur neck, you almost gasp at the feeling of the slightly tight grip on your neck “cho.. take it easy on me” you choke out trying to keep yourself composed as you could feel how hard the poor boy was under you. 

planting wet kisses and leaving deep shades of red and purple on your neck, you bite your tongue to hold back the small yelps that almost escape your lips each time you feel his teeth gently sink into the sensitive spots of your neck

poor thing, he couldn’t help but think about how badly he wanted to stuff your tight cunt. his head spinning and low eyes making it worse, he needed it. 

“please let me fuck you, baby” he whines into your neck, he couldn’t take it anymore. he barely waits for you to nod before choso let’s out a soft growl, growing needier by the moment, one of his hands moving away from your hips. slowly moving down to your panties.

he brushes his thumb over your clit, “just the tip baby, I promise” he whines, looking up at you with his low red eyes, moving your panties to the side , “promise??” you move one of your hands down to his erection, freeing them from his boxers. “promise, doll face” he says, lining himself up with you, his hands digging into your soft hips. 

you choke back a moan as the tip of his cock enters your soaking cunt. a loud whimper escapes his lips as he throws his head back. he couldn’t take it , your tight cunt was squeezing his leaking tip. he wanted to see how you’d take him sooo bad. 

 “fuck- i’m s-sorry ma but-“ he manages to say through his sped up breathing before roughly pushing your hips down, your cunt stretching around him as he throws his head back in pleasure. “chosoo, you p-promised” you moan loudly. “sorry baby, take it for me… please?” he almost finds himself begging. 

his rough hands hold your body up, rutting his hips into you at a slow but steady pace, allowing you to get used to the feeling, kissing your cervix each time he comes back down. bouncing yourself back on him, one of his hands cup your face forcing you to look at him with your teary eyes. 

he couldn’t help himself from taking in every part of you. he loved watching the way you tried to hide the way your facial expression changed each time his tip hit the right spot. admiring the pretty sounds you made for him and only him to hear. he loved knowing that he was the one relieving your stress. 

““fuckkk .. you move your hips so well. keep riding me s-so fucking good.” he moans loudly before pulling you closer to him. you could swear his voice was louder than yours but he just couldn’t help it. 

you feel the tears well up in your eyes as his pace begins to quicken, pounding into you, the vibrations riding along your sensitive clit making you moan louder with pleasure. “-- ngh! feels good .. s-so good,” you babble, your body getting tired, you lean on his chest for more support. 

your nails digging into his back, the pain almost giving him more energy, he pounds into you harder making the sounds you were making impossible to suppress. you feel the knots in your stomach tighten. 

“c-cumming—m’ gonna c-cum mmph!!” you whine, 

“ cmon baby,, cum on my dick m’ almost there” he groans in your ear as you grip his shoulders tighter. you feel a euphoric wave overtake your body as he continues to chase his high, fucking you through your orgasm, leaving your legs shaking as he overstimulates your weak spot. 

“fuckfuckfuckfuck!--- p-please take it, princess. m’ right there” he’s at the point of tears. your vision is blurry as you watch as he desperately fucks into you. you weakly push yourself back against him, attempting to help him. 

“i’m cumming, p-please don’t stop” he whines loudly as he continued to fuck into you before feeling his dick twitch inside of you, his breathing became heavier. he buries his face into your neck, whimpering as he paints your tight gummy walls white, riding out his high.

he lifts his head, face stained with tears, he looks at you with low eyes, trying to catch his breath. 

“ think ya got one more fa’ me, princess?” 

[whowantshota]

SPIN BOUT U —— COLLECTION MASTERLIST

warnings ☆ MATURE CONTENT AHEAD. smut, fluff, angst, sugar daddy x stripper + warnings to be added

★ . *- . synopsis: yes. you are the park sunghoon's sugar baby. no. the media doesn't know shit about the rest of the story.

★ . *- . author's note: a collection of headcanons, drabbles, and oneshots for sugar daddy park sunghoon. requests for this collection are open.

★ . *- . taglist: open!

@owotalks @wooziswife

ONESHOTS — ★

spin bout u - ( m )

DRABBLES — ★

pussy & millions - ( m )

[whowantshota]

PUSSY & MILLIONS —— park sunghoon

drabble — spin bout u collection

fitting room shenanigans with sugar daddy park sunghoon

warnings ☆ MATURE CONTENT AHEAD. semi-public sex, softdom!sunghoon, smut, sunghoon x afab!reader

sunghoon knew you had a tough history—you're a stripper, looking for a sugar daddy, just so that you could survive and not to fund a college education. though you haven't told him half of it, he knows. he sympathizes.

in return, he chooses to shower you in gifts. literally. you're not sure if the time you walked into the master ensuite of his penthouse and found designer bags in the shower was a fever dream or not.

he love love loves to take you to fitting rooms. he doesn't think he's ever been particular about the way a sugar baby dressed until he met you, because fuck, the way you look bent over in a pink valentino mini skirt is not something he wanted to see just once in his life.

he follows you around the small shop, holding your growing pile of clothes and watching you peel the best pieces from the newest collections off of the rack. the sales associate merely nods off to the side, job taken by sunghoon.

when you're done deciding the two of you head into the fitting room. he sets the clothes down and settles into a chair opposite of you. something about the way you strip for him—slowly unbuttoning your top, hands moving to adeptly pull down your bottoms.

by the time you're changing into the fifth outfit, sunghoon's sporting a boner. lip puffy from the way he's bitten on it for the past half hour. fuck, he wants to be inside of you, so bad.

and what sunghoon wants, sunghoon gets. while you're turned around he's standing up, closing the gap between the two of you with quick strides. fixing his collar, rolling up his sleeves, undoing his belt.

big hands land on your bare hips and you're already mewling. why wouldn't you? sunghoon's best slut, his favorite cunt.

he's always kissing you, right now pressing a kiss to the soft skin of your nape, muttering a curse under his breath. "you look so good in tights and a skirt, know that baby?"

and then he's got you seated on the long velvet sofa, tights ripped—"i'll pay for it later, sweetheart"—with his dick well fitted into your soaked pussy.

his lips are sloppy against yours, swallowing up the little hiccups that slip from your mouth every time he fucks into you.

and he'll take care of you every time, swears on everything he has. at movie nights and park dates and in the backseat of his bentley after meetings.

leave it to sunghoon to tell you that you look gorgeous and love on your cunt till your crying.

★ . *- . taglist:

@owotalks @wooziswife