#Make Out

[bobbysfirehose]

“buddie makeout”

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[heyitzfaye]

No plot just Jayvik making out bcz I need it!

@heyitzfaye _ on ig

[w-intent]

[akinetonsworld]

[flipflopmasterr]

Do both

[dristisintheclouds]

[bankabb]

Most Exquisite 💚

[creamecafe]

hii gorgeous!! i love your fics, could you write making out headcanons for dae-ho from squid game?? i would really appreciate, tyyy

Making Out Sessions with Kang Dae Ho HCs

Pairing: Kang Dae-Ho x GN!Reader

Warnings: makeout, kissing

Author's Note: Thank you so much for requesting this!

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He acts like such a high schooler having his first girlfriend when making out with you

It mostly would be when you guys are in the same bed or on a couch watching a movie giving each other small kisses

Loves having you on his lap or lifting up you on counters

Slips his hand under your shirt and plays with your bra or slide his down your stomach to give you the chills

An average make out session with him would last about 10 minutes or more as he likes to take things nice and slow

Would ask you how you're feeling and if you want to stop anytime that's fine with him

Loves having his neck kissed and having hair hair pulled a bit

After you guys are done making out, his face is so red and can't stop smiling

Would ask you how it was and what he could do better next time

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[plistommy]

[amostnobleyandere]

Yandere! Diluc x Reader

Summary: Kidnapped Reader begins to feel touch starved after being trapped for so long and finally reciprocates Diluc’s need for physical affection. Cue a steamy make-out session.

MDNI.

Warning(s): YANDERE content (do not read if you are not comfortable), kidnapping, imprisonment, possessive behavior, obsessive behavior, implied Stockholm syndrome, dubious consent (concerning touch), forced affection, forced kissing, steamy, !! heavily suggestive ending (smut implied)!!, slight hair pulling, slight isolation, forced marriage, they make out and both of them get somewhat turned on *gasp*

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“Just one kiss. Please, darling.”

“No-“

Your protests were silenced by Diluc pushing his plush lips onto yours. The kiss was soft, delicate, and loving, something filled with longing after not seeing you for hours. However, the romance of it all didn’t mean much to you when you had been backed into the corner of your shared canopy bed with no way to escape.

You tightly fisted your hands into the sheets as his lips pressed insistently against yours, a discarded book next lying open on the silken bedding. You had been entertaining yourself pretty well before Diluc, your husband, had gotten home from a long day of work and business, deciding that he wanted to relish in your company after being deprived of it for so many hours. Your husband was a working man, and unfortunately for you, he only became more desperate to hold you after being separated most days.

Diluc’s arms caged you in while his thigh pressed against yours, heat seeping through the thin fabric. His winter clothes had been switched out for lighter ones with the coming spring, and you could feel every tensing muscle in his body as it shifted against your shamefully thin loungewear. You could feel the twitching of his body, the stiff movements that came with him resisting the urge to run his hands all over you. He knew you didn’t like him touching you. He knew that he was pushing it by kissing you with such intensity.

Today though, today was different. You didn’t mind the way his lips were bruising yours with each practiced tilt of his head. An all too human part of you was so tired of resisting every day, and it craved the warmth that you felt in those moments after he was done kissing you; those moments when he brought his gloved hands up to caress your face as you avoided his painfully adoring expression.

Hesitantly, you brought your tense arm up to graze the hair near the back of his head, each movement feeling slow and forced. But god, you were so desperate for the thought of being touched, and could no longer keep up the act of repulsion to the little physical touch Diluc gave you; you were tired of being careful to avoid every brush of skin, every silent show of affection.

Diluc knew it made you uncomfortable, and for the first few months of your “stay” you would have rather gagged yourself before you ever kissed him willingly. But loneliness was a powerful thing, and besides the maids who would barely look you in the eye, he was the only one you could reach out and hold.

Your hand landed on the back of his ponytail and you did you best to ignore how quickly Diluc stiffened under the shift in weight. His lips froze against yours in shock, but you pushed your hand further into his hair before anxiety made you pull it back. Your fingers curled into his locks, slightly tugging at the base where a ribbon held it back, and the first thing you thought was how absolutely soft it was.

You heard Diluc shakily breathe in, his eyes wide as he stared at you in disbelief. His hands landed firmly on your hips in an awkward attempt to put them somewhere. You could feel his fingertips digging into your skin, hands tense as he felt the new sensation of your fingers running through his hair.

…Clearly your touch was not unwelcome.

Feeling emboldened, you went further. With one of your hands still nestled in his hair, you rested the other one on his chest. You curiously ran it up to his collar, distracted by the new feeling of the coarse clothing and the strong body that shuddered underneath your light touch. You felt his heart beat unimaginably fast against your palm, heat seeping into your skin already from the light contact.

You quickly glanced up at his eyes and immediately became aware of the intensity of the look he was giving you. His gaze roamed your face, going from your eyes to your lips, searching fervently for something in your expression. You had never been the one to initiate anything before, much less encourage his behavior. You had always been quite cold to your captor ever since he had swept you away and locked you up in his mansion, too paranoid and in love to keep you anywhere but under his watchful eye.

You suddenly felt very nervous. Diluc’s blood red eyes reminded you of a predator, following every slight movement you made with rapt attention.

A primal part of you was scared of breaking eye contact with the dangerous man in front of you and you felt your heartbeat quicken for the first time in a while; whether it was fear or excitement, it made a fire light in your body.

Slowly, you leaned into him, ghosting your lips against his as he sharply inhaled, muscles tensing underneath your fingers as you focused on the rhythmic thrum of his heart. You moved the hand over his heart to join the other nestled in his hair. You pressed your chests together, practically melting into him as the lonely place in your heart sighed in relief at the warmth surrounding you.

You were the closest to him you had ever been, and you were returning the affection he had showered you with since the day he took you away. In the moment, you were unaware as to what exactly was going through Diluc’s mind. This was a sign of you willingly accepting his love. A thing you had only ever seemed to acknowledge reluctantly. His self restraint snapped, and then his hands were everywhere.

What had gone from a sensual kiss of longing was now a passionate fight for breath, with every harsh press of his lips to yours ending and beginning again at a dizzying pace. His exhales met yours in quick, desperate pants, as he seemed only able to pull away for a second before attaching himself to you again.

You soon lost your balance from the onslaught and fell back onto the bed. Diluc paused for a brief moment before following you and carefully placing himself over you, putting his weight on one forearm and using his other hand to impatiently tug open his collar.

“Diluc?” You said, dazed by the sudden change in his behavior.

“Hot,” was the only thing he said, forgoing elaborating to instead nudge his face into the crook of your neck. You tensed as you felt his lips brush against the sensitive area, each exhale adding more heat to already damp skin.

You nearly screamed when you felt his lips settle onto your skin, his teeth latching onto your neck happily. He bit painful heat into your throat, marking each new spot he found with eagerness as he moved down your neck. He began pressing fleeting kisses up to your ear, which he then happily bit and abused. His tongue ran across the shell languidly, a teasing motion with a meaning more sensual behind it, and an unexpected bolt of electricity shot through you.

Diluc seemed to be caught between deciding to pin you underneath him or allowing your hands to be entwined in his hair. Eventually, he guided your hand up to where it had previously been, and you automatically pulled on the long strands just to ground yourself. He moaned at the feeling. You teased the ribbon away until it fell from his nape, watching bright red locks spill over the broad shoulders now caging you in.

Errant strands floated above you, teasing at your face and skin as Diluc ran his hands up and down the side of your waist. He panted in your ear and his hot breaths bounced against sensitive skin, making goosebumps rise along your arms.

You jumped as you felt his hand run to your thigh and squeeze, the firm grip making something light up in your stomach. You inhaled shakily, gasping as your realized that you were going to get what you wanted and more. Tonight was going to be a long night.

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[lonelytimes07]

Jenna Ortega

[rose24207]

Stream interrupted

Summary: While Lando is streaming, his focus shifts completely when he sees you dressed in a revealing Halloween outfit, leading to a steamy distraction that leaves both of you cutting the stream for a more private celebration.

Genre: suggestive

TW: Kissing, flirting, stream is into it

A/N: woahhh okay I see how it is heheh! English is not my first language. I hope you enjoy it though! Requests are open and welcome!

Based of this request

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Lando had been streaming for a couple of hours, chatting casually with his viewers while navigating a chaotic session of F1 24. His banter was light and easy, the kind of vibe that kept his audience hooked, but his attention wasn’t entirely on the game tonight.

You were in the bedroom getting ready for a Halloween party with friends. You had shown Lando your outfit earlier—a silver glitter mini dress with sheer cutouts that hugged your figure perfectly, paired with heels and your hair tied up in a sleek ponytail. And to say Lando had been caught off guard was an understatement.

The door to the streaming room opened, and you stepped inside. Lando’s eyes immediately darted up from the screen, his jaw tightening as he took you in. The dress was even more stunning under the soft glow of the room’s LED lights, the high ponytail giving you an effortlessly sultry look.

“Babe…” he said, the word slipping out almost breathlessly. His hands froze mid-motion on his controller, completely forgetting the game.

You smirked, leaning casually against the doorframe. “How do I look?”

Lando’s gaze swept over you, lingering a moment too long before flicking back up to your eyes. His cheeks flushed slightly, and he let out a low, awkward laugh. “Uh, yeah. You look… yeah.”

The chat, of course, caught everything.

WHO IS THAT?!

Lando.exe has stopped working.

Bro is down BAD!

That’s not just a distraction—that’s a GAME OVER.

You laughed at his reaction, stepping closer to adjust the collar of his black hoodie. “You’re streaming, aren’t you?”

“Y-yeah,” he stammered, his eyes darting to the chat, then back to you. “But I think they’re, uh… preoccupied now.”

The chat was, indeed, losing its collective mind.

Lando’s chat is no longer about racing, it’s about thirst.

Viewer count just went up by 500, bro.

Cancel the game, we’re here for the drama.

You leaned closer to the mic, grinning mischievously. “Hi, chat. Hope you’re enjoying the stream.”

The influx of messages only grew:

She’s STUNNING.

Marry her immediately.

We’re ALL simping now.

Lando groaned, muting his mic quickly. “You’re gonna kill me, you know that?”

“Why?” you teased, tilting your head innocently. “Because I’m going out, or because of the outfit?”

“Both,” he muttered, running a hand through his curls. His eyes darkened slightly as he glanced at you again. “Mostly the outfit. Do you really have to go?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Jealous much?”

“No,” he replied too quickly, then added under his breath, “Okay, maybe a little.”

You chuckled, brushing your fingers along his jawline. “Relax, Lando. It’s just a party.”

“Yeah, but you look…” He swallowed hard, his words trailing off. His gaze lingered for a moment too long, and his audience noticed when he unmuted.

Lando, your face is giving EVERYTHING away.

Man’s fully simping LIVE.

Call it, mate—you’ve lost this battle.

Lando cleared his throat, forcing himself to turn back to the screen. “Alright, chat, back to racing—no distractions now,” he said, though his voice was less convincing than he’d hoped.

You smirked, leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek. “Have fun, babe. Don’t wait up.”

As you walked away, Lando’s head whipped back toward you, his brows furrowed. “Wait—are you seriously going? Like… right now?”

You stopped in the doorway, looking back at him with a sly smile. “Maybe.”

Lando stared at you for a moment, then abruptly turned to his stream. “Alright, chat. Stream’s over. Gotta go. Bye.”

Before the chat could react, he ended the broadcast, spinning his chair around to face you fully. “You’re not going anywhere in that dress.”

You tilted your head at Lando, feigning innocence, “What are you going to do about it, Norris? Stop me?”

His smirk deepened as he got up from his gaming chair, his movements slow and deliberate. His eyes never left yours, their intensity making your stomach flip.

“Oh, I’m definitely stopping you,” he said, his voice low and confident.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, crossing your arms. “And how exactly do you plan on doing that?”

He was standing in front of you now, his hands sliding around your waist as he pulled you closer. “I’ll start by telling you that there’s no way I’m letting anyone else see you in this dress.”

Your cheeks flushed at the way his gaze dropped to your lips, but you weren’t ready to give in so easily. “Lando, it’s just a party. You’re being dramatic.”

“Dramatic?” he echoed, arching a brow. His fingers toyed with the fabric at your hip, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. “You think this is me being dramatic? Babe, you haven’t seen anything yet.”

Before you could respond, he closed the space between you, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was far from innocent. It was heated, possessive, and left no room for protest.

Your hands instinctively found their way to his shoulders, gripping his hoodie as he deepened the kiss.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, both of you breathing heavily. “Still think you’re going out?” he murmured, his voice laced with amusement.

You rolled your eyes, though your resolve was quickly crumbling. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

“And yet you love me for it,” he quipped, his trademark grin back in full force.

You sighed, pretending to consider your options. “Alright, fine. I won’t go. But only because I don’t feel like dealing with your jealous streak all night.”

“Jealous streak?” he repeated, feigning offense. “I’m not jealous. I’m just… territorial.”

You burst out laughing, swatting his chest lightly. “Sure, Lando. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

He chuckled, pulling you back into his arms. “No, seriously. Stay. We can have our own little party right here. No clubs, no crowds, just us. What do you think?”

You raised a brow. “And what exactly does this ‘party’ of yours entail?”

Lando’s grin turned mischievous as he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. “Oh, I have a few ideas.”

The heat in his voice sent a thrill through you, and you couldn’t help but smile. “Alright, Norris. You win. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

And needless to say, you didn’t regret skipping the party.

Thank you for reading!

[shakespearian-love]

Getting ready for work with you ❦

[akinetonsworld]

[rxzilvia]

hello, can i request niki x 8th member fem!reader where like they are dating but its a secret and the rest of the guys don't know, one day another member just walks in on them kissing

Stop, that's actually kinda cuteeee.. 🤭🤭

Ruined make out sesh..

Requested?: yes

Warnings: fluff, making out, a bit suggestive I think, and that's all.. if I missed something feel free to tell me <3

Ships: idol!Riki x idol!fem!reader

You were the 8th member of enhypen, and it's not bad at all.. except the fact the fact your cornered with 7 men.. and being the only girl it's not what u were looking for.. but you have your boyfriend to protect you..

Riki and you have been dating for about good 8 months and did a damn amazing job at hiding it

No one would have bat an eye and tought "damn.. are they dating?" Nuh uh

Not gonna lie it was a bit hard, having to act distant with your own boyfriend is kinda sad but.. it is what it is and you have to go through it in order to keep your relationship..

Everything was going nice and smooth.. until one day.. the members were.. "away" so you and Riki decided to have a little couple moment.. baking brownies together.. saur cuteee

It was so damn nice.. Riki tried to take some of the brownie batter which you prolly slapped him like 10 times for-..

And he ended up smearing some of the batter on your face which ended up in you chaising him with a spatula

You had a nice time spent together and you were so damn happy .. who wouldn't be happy spending time with their boyfriend?..

But.. things took some turns and you guys ended up making out on the kitchen counter.. you were listed up, sitting on the counter as Riki was supporting his weight as he had his arms on both sides of you, your mouths connected in a deep kiss

Your tongues danced together as you made out.. but that make out soon stopped when Jungwon walked into the room, dropping his juice on the floor and his jaw in the mean time too..

"... Woah.."

Riki was a blushing mess as he just picked you of off the counter and buried his head into your neck, carrying you to his room...

Jungwon couldn't help but chuckle

"Cute.."