#but no he wanted that short loud mouthed top too :^(
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NEVER FORGET
#Billy leaning in to the unaware lamb act#Soccer butt shot always#Thank goodness Bobbyâs taking off his belt#some are remakes but idc#beware my tags#dont look#Is this a pornoâ*gets stabbed*#Chad. Bleach brows moobs out handsome as ever#Refusing to look at Ralph like he was disgusted lol. He was in character#I want to Know what Ralph was saying#i love him in the background hands on hips just watching#I mean Billy was in those tight as jeans and no shirt running around. did no one tell him he should bring something to run in or did he#just feel like he had to be fashionable#The way they kept looking back makes me đ#Rob standing there in every shot. shocked live reaction lmao#Heâs like a squirrel#Whole rehearsal made it seem like Johnny was pining after a nonchalant Daniel despite already having 7 or more tops#but no he wanted that short loud mouthed top too :^(#lmao jk jkâŠunless#johnny x cobras#og cobras#karate kid#william zabka#The real stars are Ronâs bulge. Billyâs ass. and Ralphâs hands ty#the karate kid
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I havent a wrinkle in this brain of mine for plot, so have some porn without plot instead :)
Maybe it's because Johnny has you blindfolded, but he feels different. He's heavier on top of you and feels a bit bigger inside of you. It stings more than usual when he finally pushes his cock into your sopping cunt, swollen and tender from the four orgasms he took from you with his mouth alone. Your inner thighs burn as they stretch wider around his thick waist. When his lips meet yours, as your tongues entwine, he tastes of bourbon. He's quiet too, which is very different from the usual filth he whispers into your ear.
But when he starts rocking his hips, all thought fades, along with the ache in between your legs. His thrusts are long, pulling out until only the tip of his cock remains inside. Then he pushes forward steadily until he's pressed firmly against the entrance of your wombâ making you wince slightly at the pinch. He does this tirelessly until obscene squelches emit from your cunt, that pinch deep inside of you turning into spine-tingling bliss. Your skin erupts in goosebumps when his head nudges against your sweet spot, a loud moan falling from your lips. He mutedly chuckles, his chest vibrating against sweat-slick breasts and the coarseness of his chest hair grazing your hardened nipples only heightens your pleasure.
You feel him move away from you until his cock slips out, only to vigorously grab at your hips and pull you to him. Your upper body rests on the bed, while he sits on his haunches and keeps your legs spread with his thick thighs as he slowly pushes back inside. But this time, it's not all the way. Oh, no. You know exactly what's about to happen.
"Wait-" but he doesn't. He fixedly keeps you in place at the angle he wants, the angle you need, and moves. His thrusts turn staccatoâ short, quick jabsâ and he's hitting your spot, the one that has you going cross-eyed behind the blindfold. Your mouth is slightly open, drooling at the corner of it as you're rendered helpless against his onslaught.
The fire in your stomach blazes, every snap of his hips pushes you closer to the edge, the coil within you tightening, your body tensing. You can hear him spitâ can feel a warm glob of liquid land on your mons, and dribble down to your aching, neglected clit. His thumb collects the saliva and swirls your bud under the pad of his calloused thumb rigidly.
Your spine arches off the mattress so sharply it pops as you climax, a choked scream ripping out of your throat. Your nails dig into the delicate skin of his wrists, no doubt leaving behind red welts. He doesn't stop the stimulation on your clit, his hips never falter in rhythm as he prolongs your mind-numbing pleasure.
Body going limp in his hands, you hiss in oversensitivity and swat at his hands. "Ow, love-" but he cuts you off with a searing kiss before flipping you on your knees, and to the edge of the lofty bed. You're rising to your hands when his big, rough palm pushes you downâ his intent clear. With your chest on the bed, he sheathes himself to the hilt in one smooth stroke and the angle he goes in with is nothing short of devastating.
If you hadn't been wailing, you would've heard the deep, guttural noise that escaped his mouth. You can feel him in your sternum, replacing the air in your lungs. He swiftly picks up his left leg, positions it on the bed next to you, and sets a merciless pace. The force behind his thrusts rattles your very bones, leaves you breathless. You can feel the meat of your arse ripple with every slap of his hipsâ can feel the bruises forming in your skin under his hands.
You lift your hand to feel where he's splitting you open, fingers encasing his cock, he stiffensâ swells painfully inside of you then he's coming with a snarl. His Cock twitches as it spurts his essence into you, stuffing you full and then some because you can feel his cum trickle down your legs. You try to lift yourself with quivering arms but again, you're manhandled and flipped onto your back, a squawk of indignation silenced with an all-consuming kiss. His lips move against yours feverishly, as if he's committing your taste to memory.
He finally relents, pulling away but you hold him in place with your hands cupping his face and murmur an 'I love you'. The only response you get is one you feel, as he tips his head in a nod, and then presses a kiss into your sweaty temple before moving away.
Later, when you and Johnny are in the shower, you notice that there isn't a single scratch on his wrists even though you definitely dug your nails into him. And that reminds you.
"Johnny?"
"Aye, bonnie?"
"Since when do you drink bourbon?"
#call of duty#simon ghost riley#cod mw2#cod mwii#simon ghost riley x reader#cod#simon riley x reader#johnny soap mactavish#john soap mactavish#johnny soap mactavish smut#simon ghost riley smut#cod smut#johnny soap mctavish x reader#simon riley x you#drabble
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â ryomen sukuna x f!reader â
cw: college au! smut! rough! degration! drabble
first thing you thought when you saw this man:
âoh. i wanna fuck him.â
the way he acted like he absolutely hated you, always hiding a smirk when he caught you staring at him. his arms, his face, his muscles, his fucking tattoos.
âjesus. stop staring at him like that.â megumi would groan at the sight of you oogling the man. youâd blink up at him. âi donât know what youâre talking about.â
your mind went crazy at night thinking about him. picturing him relentlessly pounding into you until youâre crying. a strong hand around your little throat.
donât get started on his voice. the way heâd casually degrade you made your legs quiver.
âwhat the fuck are you looking at?â
the way youâd go over to him and yujiâs shared apartment just to hear him go âwhy the fuck is this bitch here?â
oh you loved it. and he knew it too.
thatâs why when you stayed on yujiâs couch after a night of drinking, you casually thumbed at your phone, sending drunken misspelled texts to your friends.
âhed so ficking hot giysâ
âseroudly i bet his duck is huuuugeâ
your insistent typing got interrupted by a sudden groan behind you.
âwhy the fuck are you here?â sukuna stood behind the couch, looking over your shoulder. you quickly shut your phone off, turning to him.
your eyes almost popped out of your head at the sight of his shirtless chest.
you hadnât even changed out of your bar clothes yet, still in a short little skirt and a low cut top. you donât miss the way his eyes drop to your attire.
âdressed like a slut too. are you begging to be fucked or something?â he scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. your cheeks heat, looking away from him.
âno⊠just didnât bring extra clothesâ your thighs clench together to calm the heat from down there.
he hums, walking to the fridge for some water.
âand iâm not a slut!â you work up the courage stand, to practically yell at him, despite how weak your voice sounded. this makes him turn around.
âreally? you sure look the part.â he chuckles.
âfuck you.â you spit out at him, making him smirk.
âyouâd love that, wouldnât you?â he quirks his head, eyes raking over your now standing form. the way your skirt hiked up just above your thighs.
okay, you were fucked.
âfuck! sâtoo much.â you mewl into the cushion of the couch, sukunaâs big veiny cock pounding into your tight little cunt. his hands gripping tightly at your hips, his pelvis meeting your ass with a loud clap at every thrust.
âyou wanted this, didnât you?â he laughs at your cries, his tip kissing your cervix every time he enters you, fucking you from behind.
he leans closer to your ear, his consistent deep trusts along with your moans were the only thing that filled the silence of the living room.
ârunninâ that fucking mouth and canât even take dick.â he growls, grabbing your wrists and pulling you back to bring your bare back against his chest. you were covered in a thin layer of sweat, panting, all while he still had his full stamina, fucking into you ruthlessly.
you were embarrassed by the sheer wetness of your cunt, how the squelching noises proved how insanely bad you wanted him.
you whine when he lets go of your wrists, bringing his free hand to your throat, pressing you against him. using his other arm to wrap around your middle to hold you in place while he pumps into you.
âsâkuna!â you cry out, tits bouncing with every thrust. it was borderline painful the pace he was fucking you, but you loved it. you craved it. you spent countless nights fucking your little fingers imagining it was him.
âyour pussyâs suckinâ me in like a fuckin' slut. thought you said you werenât one? guess youâre a liar too.â he chuckles, hand tightening around your neck, partially cutting off your airflow. your hands go to reach behind you to tug at his hair, but he stops you.
âdonât fucking touch me.â he seethes, your cunt uncontrollably squeezing around him from the degration, making him groan and roll his head back.
âfuckk, you like that donât you? so pathetic. suckinâ me in so well, though.â he grunts out between each thrust. you were so close, and he could sense it.
âgânna cum.â you whine, hands gripping the edge of the couch.
âno, youâre fucking not.â he lets go of you, your upper body falling back onto the cushion below. you let out an exasperated scream when he suddenly pulls out of you completely. you crane your head back as far as you could to look back at him. he just has a smug ass smirk on his face.
âwant you to beg for it.â
your mouth falls agape for a moment, but immediately closes.
âp-please, wanna cum so bad!â you try grinding back into him, but he holds you steady.
âsurely you can do better than that, babyâ his hand comes down to place a firm smack on your ass, making your eyes squint closed for a moment. you huff, pouting up at him.
âneed your cock so badly, sukuna! p-please let me cum i need it!â you pathetically plead. you could feel the way you clenched around absolutely nothing, missing the presence of him inside of you.
âthatâs more like it.â he quickly presses the fat head of his cock to your entrance, slowly easing in, stretching you out all over again.
âmy own personal slut" he groans, feeling you clench around him.
his pace is even more brutal than before, his dick easily finding your sweet spot and hitting it over and over until you were practically drooling on the couch. his eyes glued to where you two meet, a ring of white around his cock.
your nails dig into the cushions below you, heat pooling in your lower abdomen. you were probably tearing the poor fabric apart at this point.
his fingers grip at your hips, pushing you up and down his cock. you were sure he was holding you so tight there will be bruises the next day.
suddenly his pace gets faster and sloppier, his cock pulsing inside of you. you bite your lip to prevent yourself from screaming out, feeling blood bloom from where your teeth meet your lip.
âgonna let me cum inside? be my little fuck toy i can do anything i please with?â he pants out, groaning at the way you clench around him.
âyes! yes, please do! o-oh my god!â your vision goes hazy as you cum around him, milking his cock fully as he follows suit, pumping his cum deep inside your weeping cunt.
you were pretty sure you blacked out for a second.
you collapse on your shaky arms, trying to move away from his unending thrusts. he pulls you back with a growl.
âthe fuck are you going? weâre not done.â he starts back up again.
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#sukuna x reader#sukuna smut#sukuna ryomen smut#ryomen x reader#jjk smut#x reader#reader insert#smut#jjk x reader#jjk x you#fanfic#fanfiction#jjk fanfic
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Dealer!Rafe takes a little break to give his girl some attention. đšđ”
It wasnât often you were needy as Rafe pretty much gave you everything you could ever want. Sometimes though, youâd couldnât help but need a little more like the spoiled brat you were. You slipped downstairs, hearing the sound of loud rap music playing through the speakers. You saw him sitting on the couch, blunt in his mouth as he wrapped a tab around the stack of hundreds he had in his hand. Padding into the living room, you walked over to the couch and slowly sat down. It wasnât that he was purposefully trying to ignore you, but when he went counting he was in focus mode. You sat down next to him, glittery acrylics tracing across his thick bicep.
âDaddy.â You said, voice sweet as you watched him set the stack of money down.
He raised a brow, blowing out the heavy smoke before his glassy blue eyes looked at you. âWhat do you need mama? He asked, already picking up another handful of cash to count. He saw you bite your lower lip, still staying silent in hesitation. He didnât like to be bothered when doing something that required him to focus, but you were so damn beautiful he couldnât be mad at you. Just a little impatient as you werenât speaking. âQuit actinâ shy. Tell me what you need.â He said a little firmer.
You blinked your fresh lash extensions at him, sitting on your knees as you took a small little huff. âI know youâre busy and all...but I really need you.â You mumbled, trailing your nails down from his arm up to play with the cuban link around his neck. It wasnât your fault he looked so damn good, his buzz fresh, black tank top and sweatpants fitting his toned body right.
He took another hit of the blunt, eyes looking at the money. Never did he think he would quit in the middle of counting just to give a girl attention. You were special though and he could tell by the look in your eyes that you wanted dick. With a nod to his head, he motioned down to his lap as his free hand reached down to pull his cock out. âTake this shit off.â He said with a mouth full of smoke, yanking down your silky sleep shorts.
You giggled, getting naked for him. You couldnât help but be happy as he spoiled you in more ways than just giving you money and gifts. With the weed still in his mouth, he took one hand and grabbed his hardening length while the other pulled you down to where your ass was facing him. He helped you slide down onto his thick pole, a large cloud of smoke covering your smooth body as he let out a groan. âBounce that shit for daddy.â He rasped out, cerulean eyes watching the way your fleshy ass cheeks jiggled against his lap as you began to move.
You felt so full, letting out the prettiest moans as he let you ride him. He was usually always in control, but if you needed dick that bad when he was busy then he expected you to work for it and make a mess. âShit.. daddy. Feels so good.â You whimpered as he brought a large hand down to smack your cheek. Your pussy was soaked, manicured hands reaching down to grab a hold of his calves to use as leverage so that you could bounce your fleshy ass just the way he liked.
Rafe was having a time. He never thought heâd like to be interrupted when it came to his money. Watching your pretty pussy splashing all over his dick and fat ass bouncing, while he smoked the rest of his blunt was it for him. You looked so fucking gorgeous too, he was absolutely mesmerized watching you make yourself feel good on that dick that was all yours. âYeah there you goâŠI know that big dick feels good mama. Keep it up for me.â He spoke low behind you. You needed attention from him he would absolutely give it to you like the queen you were.
#rafe cameron#dealer!rafe#rafe cameron smut#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron prompt#rafe cameron blurb#rafe cameron concepts#rafe outer banks#outerbanks rafe#drew starkey#drew starkey x reader#drew starkey smut#obx#obx smut#outer banks
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ANIMALS- L. HOWLETT
Pairing: Boyfriend!Logan x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 636 (quick drabble lol)
Summary: You and Logan play a game of hide and seek while you have the manor to yourselvesâŠ
Warnings: Smut implied, fingering, daddy kink, praise kink, a little degrading, size kink, Logan being a dommmm, priminalish? Logan, swearing, teasing, grinding etc
âbaby iâm prayin on you tonight, hunt you down and chew alive just like animals, animals like animals⊠baby you think that you can hide, i can smell your scent for milesâŠâ- animals, maroon 5
You counted your breaths, trying to steady them. A quick, sharp inhale.
One, two, three, four. Out.
You gripped the bannister of the oak headboard, squeezing yourself in a corner by the back of the bed. It wasn't long now before he found you.
It was a chase. A hunt, a hound sniffing out his prey.
You and Logan had made a deal- your agreement more a joke then anything, but nonetheless- you were here, in hiding.
âIf I catch you, I get to fuck you.â He smirked , flipping his pocket knife in the air, fidgeting around between his fingers like the blade was nothing. You laughed, eyeing him up suspiciously.
âYou get to fuck me, hm?â
âYeah sweetheart. Anyway that I want.â
Well you had never backed down from a challenge, especially not from him. As your boyfriend it was his job to rile you up- and to get you going. You couldnt say you minded it though.
So now you were here, a hand gently held against your mouth, as you tried to slow your heartrate down. You knew he had heard you, there was no way he hadnât. The manor was empty, everyone gone on either summer break, a mission or were just out for the day.
It was when you and Logan could have your fun. The real fun.
Your footsteps surely echoed down the grand hallways, bouncing off the oak furnishings and dozens of old paintings hung. It was only a matter of seconds now, before he found you.
You squeezed your thighs together in anticipation, wetness coating the apex of your thighs. Your skin turned hot to the touch, heart beating so loud you could hear it rattling as if it were a fly buzzing in your ear.
Sure enough, the clack of his boots stopped at the doorway, pushing it open slowly. It creaked so loudly you winced.
âCmere pretty, pretty girl. Come to daddy.â he chuckled, tormenting you with his slow and stead stride.
You heard an armoir open, then slam shut. He was toying with you.
âI know you're in here baby. I can smell ya.â
One, two, three, four. One, tw-
You let out a loud yelp as two large arms caged you in, sweeping you off your feet as if you were a sack of potatoes. âCaught ya.â he whispered teasingly in your ear, throwing you on the bed.
You bounced with an oof, scrambling back as he pounced on you. âMghm Lo-â you whined as he tore your top off with such ferociously you feared his claws would come out.
âYou like running from me baby? You like the chase hmm.?â You nodded, gasping as his denium clothed knee pushed your legs apart, leaving you to grind shamelessly on his knee âYeah, yeah I know you do. Fuckin slut.â
âF-fuck..â you stuttered as he pinned your hands above your head, letting you ride him. âSuch a needy girl.â he cooed at you, mocking your moans and whimpers as he tugged down your shorts.
âSheâs so needy too. Should I give her what she wants?â he asked, eyes greedily taking in the wet patch on your underwear. You clenched at the mere sound of his voice, panties dripping wet. Soaked. âPlease Lo- you have to-â
âI have to what hm? I donât think I have to do anything. Youâre not in control here, princess.â You sucked in a gasp as his hand slithered down your underwear, large fingers coaxing you as they lightly brushed your clit, pinching it.
âPretty girl.â he cooed, sliding a finger down past your folds, to pump deep inside you, curling until he hit the spot that had you seeing stars. âStretchin ya out baby, cause youâre too tight. Always so tight fâme. Iâm gonna fill you up so good, just the way you like baby. Such a tiny lil thing, you just wanna get wrecked hm?â
You were beyond flustered, muscles tensing as he picked up the pace- your toes curling. âYouâre doing so good princess. But you gotta take my cock now, mâkay?â
#wolverine fic#logan howlett x you#logan howlett x reader#logan howlett smut#logan howlett imagine#logan howlett fanfiction#wolverine fanfiction#deadpool and wolverine#hugh jackman smut#hugh jackman fanfic#hugh jackman#deadpool 3#wolverine#wolverpool#wolverine smut#logan howlett#logan howlet smut#wolverine x reader
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summary: make up sex with old man!logan.
cws/tags: smut, mdni! oldman!logan. insecure!logan. petnames. logan calls reader âkidâ. jealous!logan. daddy kink. oral (f receiving). not proofread.Â
Logan canât be âmadâ at you for more than a day. He just fucking canât, alright?
He tried to keep his hands to his own as a protest of yesterday's quarrel. Logan still doesnât know if itâs meant to be a punishment for you or himself.Â
The older man does know that when heâs jealous, heâs doing it in a self-destructive way.
How he isolates himself and avoids you instead - because he knows that he doesnât deserve you. A fucking hundred-year-old something whoâs angry all the time, whoâs aloof to the world, and whoâs pining over someone as pretty and young as you.Â
It fucking wound him too when he pretends nothing ever hurt him, that the way you laugh too loud at the guyâs jokes at the pub did not have any effect on him. That he had to pretend as if heâs not an insecure old man who just wants you all to himself by making things worse.Â
âCâmon.â Itâs all that Logan could force out as he skims through whatever heâs pretending to read, ignoring the way his tongue sticks to the roof of his mouth in ferocity, âWhatâre you on, huh? Yâve got no reason to throw a tantrum like this, kid.âÂ
He sees the moments when your gaze changes, hurt bleeding into the orb, âYouâre mean, Logan.â It wounds him - but this kind of confrontation is all heâs ever known.Â
Hell, he doesnât even know why you decided to stay with him. He thought youâd leave in the middle of the night of the first month after figuring out how much of a failure of a man he is.Â
So when he goes back from his tiring work and still sees your figure cooking dinner for him in the kitchen, he fucking loses it. His breath gets stuck in his lungs as he watches you stroll around with one of his henley shirts, humming softly the tunes of your favourite song.Â
Maybe heâd use a different type of confrontation nowâmaybe heâd talk about his feelings more often. Heâd do everything not to lose this sole sight: His pretty girl being so domestic that he canât help but get so shamelessly hard.
The way he tried to gain composure and not to lose his coolness but fails miserably at the sight of his your shirt riding up to give him a good view of your perky ass as you reach something from the top cabinet.Â
Logan takes you by surprise when he wraps his arms around you, nipping and kissing the soft skin below your earâhis way to say sorry - itâs all my fault.
âWill yaâ forgive your old man, sweet girl?â
He hates how he sounded so unconfident - so different from his younger self.
But when you lean your back onto his chest and shyly nod, his worries are buried. Logan hauls you up with a smile, the bone-cracking sound reminds him of his old age. He rumbles in laughter when you squeal in surprise before spreading your thighs apart on the kitchen counter, pulling your legs around his head so he can eat his dinner.Â
His big nose drapes around your clothed pussy before groaning at the smell of you. Cursing himself from avoiding you yesterday when he could have had this. âYâve got such a pretty pussy, baby. âS mine, huh? My pussy.â He says as he takes off your panties.
The statement itself and the scratchy feel of his ragged beard made you arch your back from the rough surface, âA-ah, âs yours, Daddy.â
âThaâs right.â Logan licks a stripe of your dampening pussy, deeply humming in delight when you let out a high-pitched whine and subconsciously locking your legs tighter to pull him closer. You trail your hands down and tug at his greying hair while he laps you up and fucks you with his tongue. Making you come undone in just a span of a short time.
Logan wipes his mouth and beard as he stands before you in quick breaths, looking at you all apologetically: Iâmsorry Iâmsorry Iâmsorry-
Youâre teary-eyed, blinking up at him - whining for him to fuck you hard now - to make up his stupid faults.Â
Stupid old man who thinks heâs not worthy of you.
 Logan groans as he tosses away his belt, holding the base of his cock as he teasingly drags the head on your wet folds, âSsh. Let Daddy make it up tâya, alright? Daddyâs gonâ give it to you now, baby.âÂ
#logan howlett#deadpool and wolverine#logan howlett x reader#old man logan#old man!logan#old man logan x reader#logan howlett smut#wolverine smut#logan by nina <3
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you give good love
pairing. brotherâs best friend! idol! dino + fem! reader
summary. as lee chanâs eyes met yours again, he could feel his consciousness slipping away from his soul. god damn, he thought to himself. when did this brat get so hot?
w.c. 5.10K
playlist. kind of based off of you give good love by whitney houston but not really i was just listening to it while writing this
warnings. [PLEASE READ] reader is hoshiâs sister, mentions of freak dino đ«ą, smut under the cut, PWP, afab reader, dom/sub dynamics, dom chan, pussy eating from the BACK, uses of pet names, chan has a BIG dick, BULGE KINK, very little dirty talking, slight overstimulation, unprotected sex (donât do this irl please), creampie duh â 18+ MINORS DNI!
note. pi-cheollin is the reason i live and breathe. also i might write chunsunie x pi-cheollin fics soon đ also thank you guys so so so much for 2K notes on the wonwoo fic đââïž super grateful for all your love, more soon. this is also my first ever long fic, so i hope you like it. enjoy!
âso yeah, those are the dates and timings of the flight. now, check your schedule.â
soonyoung could hear the ruffling of paper as he waited on the phone. the air con blasted in his face, evaporating any signs of sweat from his pores.
âyeah, i think iâll be able to make it!â your voice chirped. soonyoung couldnât help the smile on his face. âthank god! also, donât worry about being lonely, jeonghan hyungâs sister will also be there, and also wonwooâs sister.â
âi havenât seen them in so long! wow, a true trip down memory lane,â you sighed, finally setting aside the calendar on your lap. âthey ask about you a lot, i told you to exchange contacts with them!â your brother scolded you.
âi may have forgotten⊠but all that aside, how much do i need to pack?â you nervously bit your lip, contemplating how much shopping you would need to do.
âitâs a summer trip for one week, basically a mini vacation. pack a good amount of shirts and tops and modest shorts. bring your grandma style swimsuits for the pool.â
âgrandma style swimsuit? oh please! i didnât work out all winter to wear a one-piece!â you complained, flexing your biceps in front of the mirror. âiâll bring what i want to bring.â
âand if i see any of these perverts staring at you, iâll chop your head off too, yeah?â soonyoung sighed. âyeah yeah, they are the perverts. and youâre the polished lamb of jesus who has never gawked at wonwooâs sister right?â
your rhetorical question has your brother stunned as he gapes into the abyss, his mouth filling up with the cool air from the air con. âiâm⊠how did youââ he begins, only to be cut off by the doorbell of his shared apartment.
âthatâs the others. look, iâll leave now, but make sure to pack properly, okay? text me if you need anything. see you soon.â
with that, he hung up. you smiled as you set down your phone, already deciding the outfits in your head.
as you walked over to your closet, your phone interrupted your thought process with a loud notification.
ìŽì°Ź: oi
ìŽì°Ź: did you get the plane tickets?
with a sigh, you texted back your brotherâs best friend, who had somehow managed to find out about soonyoung inviting you.
you: ya, i will be coming.
you could see the dots bouncing on the screen, but you chose to ignore them. switching over to a music app, you started to scroll through and pick your random playlist.
your brotherâs song, God of Music started to play and you threw your phone on the bed, enjoying the music.
you could text chan back later. he was really annoying, and itâs not like he meant anything to you anyway.
your phone buzzed with his notifications as you sorted through swim suits. âhmm, this makes my ass look fat right?â
as you landed in the jeju international airport, you gathered your luggage and made your way to the gates.
your brother was already waiting outside, clad in a mask and a cap. wonwoo and his sister accompanied him, smiling and waving at you.
âhey guys!â you hugged them, before fixing the crop top that rode up your waist. âi missed you so much!â minji (wonwooâs sister) squealed.
the four of you got in the car after shoving your luggage in the back. wonwoo sat next to your brother, scrolling through his phone as you and minji chatted their ears off.
soonyoung couldnât help but peek at the rear view mirror ever so often, catching glances of minji and smiling to himself.
you wanted to call him out, but decided against embarrassing your brother so early into the trip.
within 30 minutes, you had reached the share house. it was a beautiful property, surrounded by greenery. the sounds of waves crashing on the beach wallowed around you as you dragged your suitcase up the ramp.
âeunsok is dying to meet you! we must make a group chat this time, so that we remember to check up on each other, yeah?â minji helped you with your handbag, smiling as you nodded enthusiastically.
in front of the main door, you took in a sharp breath, before pushing the mahogany portico open.
immediately inside, you were greeted by jeonghan, joshua and mingyu lounging about on the couch. however, upon the sound of your entrance, eunseok ran down the stairs, engulfing both you and minji in a bone-crushing hug.
âi missed you!â she screamed, nearly tackling you on the floor. with a giggle, you hugged her back. âme too! its just sad that sophie couldnât join us.â
muttering agreements under their giggly breath, the two helped you get up, and greet the others.
as you answered jeonghanâs questions about your well-being, you heard heavy footsteps from the stairs.
lee chanâs body appeared downstairs. when his gaze countered yours, you choked on your words.
it had been nearly 5 years since you had seen him in person. and wow, had he changed. dino, as he was famously known as these days, sported much bigger muscles, and a sculpted face. his hairstyle was finally suiting his face, a beautiful contrast to the bowl cuts you had seen him in during childhood.
for the first time in your life, you actually looked at him. and boy, did he look good. the tank top he wore showed off his body as he walked towards you, checking you out silently.
he had to admit, you surprised him. your black crop top, barely there jean shorts, and long brown hair came as a huge shock to chan.
he had remembered you as the snot-faced bratty sister of his best friend. the girl in pigtails who would cry every time he brought up your crush in middle school.
as lee chanâs eyes met yours, he could feel his consciousness slipping away from his soul. god damn, he thought to himself. when did this brat get so hot?
âhi,â chan finally placed himself in front of you, shoving his hands deeper into his pockets. âhi,â you breathed out, clutching the handle of your suitcase tighter.
âoh, you guys are meeting after so long!â mingyu chuckled, his eyes wandering around the room as he noticed the tension between you and his youngest member.
âyeah,â you smiled, transfixed by chanâs eyes. his plush lips parted as he glanced at your glossy ones, before quickly scanning your face.
âokay, thatâs enough of your weird staring contest,â soonyoung placed a hand on chanâs chest, pushing him back to create some distance between you two.
âiâll help you get to your room,â he turned to you. âyouâre lucky, since you get it to yourself, but its comparatively smaller and narrower than the othersââ
âwait, werenât we supposed to buy alcohol and meat from the store on the way back?â wonwoo suddenly remembered, making all the eyes in the room turn to him.
âshit!â minji slapped her forehead, tutting. âweâll go get them then! you wanna come with?â she smiled at you, eunseok joining in.
âi think i should set up my things first yeah? but take soonyoung in my place,â you shoved your brother forward. âheâd love to go grocery shopping with you.â
minjiâs cheeks flared up as she straightened her posture, nodding. âsure yeah.â
within minutes, wonwoo, minji, eunseok, soonyoung and mingyu headed off to the car, ready to buy crates of beer for the evening.
as the door shut behind him, jeonghan threaded his hands through his hair, smirking. âdino-yah,â he cooed. âwhy donât you help her with her luggage?â
almost immediately, joshua joined in, egging on the maknae as both of you felt the heat creep up on your neck.
wordlessly, chan snatched your suitcase from your hand, beckoning you upstairs. you bowed at the two elder to you, before running up to chan.
he led you to a small room in the very corner of the second floor, opening the door with his leg as he walked in.
chan cleared his throat as you walked in, placing your hands on your bare waist. âso, this is your room.â
you nodded at him, taking in your space for the rest of the trip. the room was furnished with a queen sized bed, a love-seat in the corner, a small desk and chair and a balcony in the very end.
âthis door,â chan walked over to a door that sat perpendicular to the entry. âthis is the door to a common bathroom. its a jack and jill one, that connects to the room opposite to you.â
âoh? and whoâs in the room opposite to me?â you questioned, raising your eyebrow. with a dramatic sigh, chan leaned against the bathroom door, swinging his head to meet your eyes.
âits me.â
your breath hitched as he gulped. âw-wow,â you stuttered out. âsounds great, chan. looks like we are forced together again,â you smirked, crossing your arms as you stared at him.
he knew what you were referring to.
back when you were kids, and way before the idiot in front of you had signed with Pledis, you and soonyoung had gone to his house for a sleepover. chanâs mother had insisted on having you sleep on the bed, since âthe floor is no place for a lady to sleep.â you and chan shared the bed, while soonyoung dozed off on the ground.
you were 14 at that time, and you remember how you skin had heated up when chan inched closer to you. âthereâs no one to save you from my tickles now, crybaby!â the 15 year old boy had threatened.
yet, chan could barely focus on the flashback, instead focusing on the way your breasts nearly fell out from the neckline of your top.
you noticed his staring. smirking, you drew closer, tightening the cross of your arms.
âwhatâs this now, youâre ogling at me?â
you had him cornered. chanâs back was against the wall at you forced yourself into his space, breasts touching his hard torso.
âiâin you dreams!â he lied through his teeth, nervousness oozing out of his soul as he stared down at your tits.
god, the things he would do to slot his dick between those beautiful, gorgeous, one of a kindâ
âmy eyes are up here, channie,â you stuck your tongue out at him, before backing away and walking up to your suitcase.
dino felt his blood rushing south as you bent over to pick your bag up and place it on the table.
you purposefully wiggled your ass, humming to yourself. âchannie,â you called out, voice as sweet as a siren.
âyeah?â dino collected himself, shaking away the filth that plagued his mind. two can play that game, he decided, biting his lip.
âcan you come help me put my things in the bathroom? i have too much to unpack.â
with a nod, he walked over to your space, his chest touching your back as he leaned over your shoulder. âwhy did you pack so much, hm?â he teased you, running his fingers down your smooth arms.
not backing down from the challenge, you pushed your ass against him, whipping your head to meet his eyes. âi just wanted to look good, yâknow? in case there was a strong, buff, hot man i wanted to seduce.â
with a hiss at your movements, chanâs hands flew to your hips. âyeah? youâve grown up so much that you seduce men now?â
âoh, i do a lot more than just seduce,â you giggled, skincare long forgotten on the desk as you turned around, hopping on the wooden platform as your arms loosely slung around his neck.
chan slotted his knee between your legs, the pervert in him alive and breathing at the sight of you. you were driving him insane.
how you had managed to change so much over a few years had him baffled. instead of worrying about soonyoung, chan thought with his dick.
âwhat do you do then?â he questioned, eyes trained on your lips as you spoke. you pushed your clothed cunt down on his knee, biting back a moan.
âi think i would rather show you what i do than tell you,â you whimpered out, darkened eyes peering into his hazy ones.
chan bent his knee further into you, causing a delicious moan to escape your throat. âgetting bold now, arenât you?â
before you could even comprehend his words, your pussy spoke before you, hips rutting into his knee. however, a sharp knock on the door interrupted your little hump session.
âchan? y/n?â seungcheolâs voice spoke from behind the door. âyou guys in there?â
chan quickly separated from you, walking closer to the door to answer. âyeah, iâm just helping her with her stuff. whatâs up?â
âwell, we were ordering some take out, so if you guys could come down and give your preferences, it would be great.â
âyeah, be there in a second,â chan glanced back at you, your teary eyes meeting his. the fucked out expression on your face made his dick jump to life.
but the heat of the moment had passed, which painted both of your cheek's a deep shade of red. realization hit dino way faster than it hit you. shooting you a tight-lipped smile, he shoved his hands in the pockets of his shorts.
with a sigh, chan left the room and left you breathless, panting as your senses slowly returned. the fire of lust in your stomach had dimmed slightly, as realization dawned on you.
what the fuck just happened? and why did you like it?
nightfall arrived faster than you expected. but the cool air surrounding the beach raised bumps on your skin as you shoved grilled meat down your throat.
seungkwan and mingyu worked on the grill, with vernon filling up everyoneâs plates with the expensive store bought items.
you sat on a stool next to seungcheol, sipping on the beer can that was handed to you. when everyone was busy with their own thing, the leader turned to you and smiled.
âso, how have you been? a long time has passed since we spoke right?â
you had always found comfort in seungcheol. he was the leader of the group, a very reliable and trustworthy person. you remember asking him for advice when you got into college.
âiâve been well, how are you?â you set your can aside. âany luck with the ladies you used to complain about?â
he laughs loudly at that, spooning a mouthful of ramen. âno, iâm still stuck with one-night stands for now. dating is too complicated!â
when chan hears his hyung talking about his love life, he scoots closer to the both of you, shamelessly eavesdropping.
âwhat about you? get any action?â seungcheol giggled.
you could practically feel dinoâs presence beside you like a wavering shadow, and you chose to exploit it. how dare he leave you with an unfinished orgasm?
âoh yeah, plenty!â you smirked. âdonât tell soonyoung, but iâm lowkey addicted to sex? just feels so good to let off some steam, you know? and the dudes around me are so easy⊠they fall into my hands like domino.â
the harsh truth behind those words were only known to you. you had been on a dry spell for nearly 2 months now. your fingers and toys were not enough, and you were pretty sure you had started to hallucinate about dick.
âwah, kwon hoshiâs sister is all grown up, huh? good for you girl, go get them!â seungcheol cheered you on, clinking his can with yours.
you sneakily turned to look at chan, who had suddenly grown silent in his conversation with seokmin. âdino-yah. are you okay?â
chanâs eyes met yours and he immediately tensed up. you noticed how white his knuckles had turned, just from gripping wooden chopsticks.
âiâm fine,â he smiled, eyes dancing over your body before he returned to his friend. your bralette was doing nothing to hide your slightly tanned skin, black shorts making your perky ass stand out even more.
dino mentally cursed soonyoung for even allowing you to wear that. but then again, his best friend was too preoccupied with his little crush to pay you any attention.
the rest of the mini barbeque was a tough time for him. the poor boy could only think about your tantalizing words to seungcheol, calling a sweet string of cusses to all the men that touched you before he ever could.
you noticed how your plan was working, hiding your smirk behind a colorful can of beer as lee chan suffered in silence.
within a few hours of outdoor activity, jun and minghao said goodnight to everyone first, tired of all the hustle and bustle. a few others followed suit, yawning and sighing.
at the end of the night greetings, you, dino, wonwoo, seungcheol, soonyoung, minji, and joshua remained near the pool. you saw how your brother kept leeching up to minji, cracking idiotic jokes under her brother's watchful eye.
"i... i think i'll head to bed now, good night guys!" you stretched up from your chair. chan's eyes followed the way your skin gleamed under the fairy lights. he gulped loudly as you purposefully swayed your hips while walking inside.
"you can follow her in, chan-ah," wonwoo smiled, shifting his gaze to the youngest momentarily. "i'll keep kwon hoshi here for a while."
"what are you on about?" dino tried to play it off, scoffing as he crunched up a beer can. wonwoo could only roll his eyes.
"it's obvious you like her, and i'm just giving you a chance to work on it. you really should tone down the staring... soonyoung would kill you if he found out, and i am willing to help you for now. so don't be an idiot and go."
smiling toothily at his hyung, dino whispered out an "i love you" before running up the stairs. he reached his room without breaking a sweat and decided to shower before doing anything.
however, when he was about to slide the door to your shared bathroom open, he heard a loud sigh coming from inside. shamelessly, chan pushed his ear against the door, curious as to what you were doing.
your sigh was followed by a small whisper that sounded like "i can't believe i'm doing this." then, chan heard a zipper being opened.
his eyes widened as he realized what you were actually doing. "no way," he mouthed to himself, feeling his boner re-emerging at a sudden squelching noise.
"mhm," you moaned behind the door, and the pervert in the next room could only imagine what you looked like. "f-fuck chan!" you whimpered, and dino felt his eyes rolling to the back of his head.
the towel dropped from his hand, as his fingers sneaked to the hem of his basketball shorts. with a silent groan, chan stroked his chub as his eyes squeezed shut.
he pulled his cock out, swiping at his tip with his thumb. his brain worked overtime to imagine your hand in place of his, pretty eyes staring up at him.
meanwhile, in the bathroom, you leaned against the counter as your fingers stretched open your pussy. "feels so good," you whimpered, pitch increasing as you imagined his veiny hands pumping into you.
unbeknownst to each other, you and chan had cum to the thoughts of one another that night. chan made sure to cum at the same time as you, recognizing your borderline screams as you tipped over the edge.
what a filthy girl, he thought to himself, panting as his release spurted onto the towel he had discarded.
the starting 3 full days of the trip had made you avoid lee chan like he was the plague but personified.
every glance into his eyes had made you remember what you had done on that one night, and guilt seemed to sour your mood.
everyone had decided to go to the beach after having a few afternoon drinks. you spent your time around eunseok and vernon, gossipping about office trolls and work place shenanigans.
chan was simply drinking with seungkwan and minghao, refusing to give you any attention. although he was confused as to why you were ignoring him, he remained silent and decided to give you space.
jihoon suddenly joined into his conversation, hair tied back into a messy ponytail. âdino-ah,â he smirked, snatching a shot glass from the youngestâs hand. âi hear that thereâs gonna be loads of girls on the beach today. wanna check some out? we can share if you want.â
as dino downed his shot, he stared back at his hyung with a grin. âdonât you remember what happened the last time we shared a girl? we had to take her to the hospital because she passed out!â
the group laughed, reminiscing the old memory. it wasnât odd for them to share one-night stands. the boys were family, and they strongly believed in putting each other first.
the large number of giggles near you caught your attention. you and eunseok walked over to the boys, as she queried about their conversation.
ânothing much, it was just a last minute plan in prague⊠god we almost got arrested,â jihoon snickered, elbowing dinoâs side. the youngest could only smirk, pouring himself another shot of soju.
questions flooded your mind as you stared at the man who had you in a chokehold. dino was clad in nothing but swim shorts, his taut muscles on full display for anyone to ogle over.
as the topic changed, your curiosity got the best of you. you staggered over to seungcheol, knowing that the boy would kill to gossip.
âoh hey y/n,â he greeted you with a tilt of his beer can, sunglasses perched upon his nose.
âhi,â you settled down next to him, your can of lemon soda forgotten as your lips quivered. âyou look like you want to ask me something,â he chuckled, eyes scanning your face.
âyou know me so well,â you smiled, twiddling your thumbs. âi can ask you anything right?â
âyeah, sure.â
âno repercussions?â
âno repercussions.â
with a sigh, you turned to face the leader as you took in a breath. âwhat happened in prague?â
seungcheol nearly choked on his drink, sputtering out flicks of the liquid as he stared at you with his eyes widened behind his shades.
âof everything you could have asked⊠why that?â he groaned, wiping his mouth. âcome on,â you whined. âjihoon said it like it sounded so fun! i just wanna know!â
with a glance around to see if anyone was looking, the leader smiled and leaned in closer to you. âwe swore we would never tell this to anyone but us⊠but youâre family too,â he began, voice merely above a whisper.
as seungcheol tattled on about the shenanigans that the idol group had been up to, you found yourself gasping. the wild story, the borderline illegality of it allâ it was too much. you squeezed your thighs together when seungcheol skimmed past the details of the night they spent.
lee chanâs eyes followed the two of you, completely misinterpreting the situation. your shuffling thighs, masked giggles and wide eyes seemed like flirting to him as he clenched his jaw, downing his shot.
why were you making this so hard for him?
it was nearly 1 in the morning when you woke up in cold sweat.
your narrow room greeted you in a greyish hue, curtains pulled back to let the moonlight in. with a sigh, you resorted to calming down, taking deep breaths as you heard the waves crashing on shore. a slight buzzing noise filled your ears. it seemed to be coming from your door, but your mind could barely focus.
your dream had completely ruined your chances of sleep. a ticket to dreamland seemed impossible as seungcheolâs words floated in your head.
iâve never seen dino go that feral on someone before⊠he was insatiable.
she squirted so hard when he was done, it was a huge mess. wonwooâs glasses got drenched-
with a sigh, you take off your sleeping shorts and toss them to the side, fingers dipping down to your core.
your hole was slicked up, a sticky mess from your vivid imagination. your index finger prodded at your entrance, making you let out a sob.
your body was frustrated, in agony. you wanted to feel chanâs touch instead of your own hands, wanted to feel him buried inside you.
you let out another pained moan, pushing your first knuckle inside your fluttering walls. however, you fail to register the sounds you have been making, and that the buzzing from the outside had suddenly stopped.
you spread your legs wider, pumping your digits inside, letting out a hurt whimper. it would never be enough.
suddenly, the door to your shared bathroom opened with a slam, and a concerned chan appeared in your doorway. âare you okayââ
the sound of his voice egged you on further, hole gushing with a fresh serving of arousal. you all but sobbed at his direction, sex induced fog clouding your brain as your fingers fastened.
âchan,â you whimpered. in the doorway, with water drenched all over his face and a can of shaving cream in his hand, lee chan groaned at the sight in front him.
âhelp meâŠâ you pleaded. âoh baby,â he growled, setting the can on the floor as he walked over to you. his hands parted your thighs even further, eyes examining the mess in between your legs.
with a sharp smack, he swatted your fingers away, licking his lips at the sight of your pussy.
morals be damned. soonyoung be damned.
âlook at you,â his eyes stared into your hazed ones, a hand smacking your heat. the friction had your hips bucking.
âso soaked, hmm? what were you thinking of princess?â he bit his lip. âyou⊠always thinking of you.â
âfuck,â he groaned, tilting his head back to compose himself. ây/n,â he sighed, one of his hands cupping your face.
you leaned into his touch, lips jutted out in a pout. âtell me you want this, and itâs not just something youâd forget. tell me you want me, and iâm all yours.â
with a smile, you turn aside to place a kiss on his palm. âiâve never wanted something more in my life, lee chan.â
that seemed to be all the confirmation he needed as he flipped you over onto your stomach, slotting himself between your legs before he discarded his sweats on the floor.
âyou have no idea how patient i have been,â he grunts, manhandling you to arch your back as your ass presses against his torso.
he dips his body down, face to face with your pussy. tantalizing, he licks a stripe up your folds, making your knees buckle on the mattress.
you try to look back to see him, but its impossible to move when his hands grab your ass cheeks, forcing his mouth back on you. dinoâs chin brushes against your clit as he licks at your hole with a groan.
âso wet for me already, bet i could just slide in and youâd take it.â
you can only moan his name in return, clutching the bedsheets as he ate it from the back. his tongue fucks into your folds, lapping at the arousal that drips out of you in copious amounts.
âf-fuck channie! iâmââ
before you can finish, chan is moving away from your heat. the sudden lack of his mouth has you moaning and whining like a brat.
âeasy doll, i donât want you to cum on my face right now,â he pats your ass, flipping you over to your back as you finally get a view of him.
his slick covered face dips down to meet your lips. the kiss is searing and filthy as you taste yourself on his tongue.
your hands reach for his hair, pulling him impossibly close as you suck on his tongue. using your neediness as a distraction, he quickly angles his hips and pushes his tip past your folds.
âshit!â you cuss, gasping and pulling away. in the heat of the moment, you never actually registered how obnoxiously big chanâs cock was.
as you look down to where your bodies meet, your eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets. his fat tip exerts an experimental thrust, and the sheer stretch of his head has you whining.
âshh baby, itâs okay,â he assures you, pressing small kisses along the column of your throat. âjust breathe for me?â
you inhale slowly, allowing your tense body to relax and adjust to him. dinoâs attempts at distracting you do not go futile as you feel his fingers pinching your nipples. the pain in your chest makes the ache between your legs lose all meaning.
steadily, he pushes himself inside you, inch by inch entering your welcoming walls that spasm around him. when he finally bottoms out, you feel him in your gut.
this was the fullest you had ever felt. chanâs mouth licks the sweat around your breast, savouring in the salty taste.
his arms rest on either side of your head, making you relish the view. when he finally looks up, you pull him in for a kiss.
its sloppy, and his teeth clash into yours, but you could not care less. your pussy clenches around him as you pull away, nodding feverishly. âchan⊠if you donât fuck me right now, i might dieâ hah!â
one languid thrust into you has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. his metal chain dangles on your chin, the coolness contrasting the heat that squelches down there.
chan takes full advantage of his dancer body as he pistons his hips into you. the stretch has you reeling, nails clawing down his broad back as his body leans into you.
dinoâs lips find the spot on your neck, licking and sucking till red and purple bloom on your skin. his matted hair sticks to his forehead, as you turn your head to the sideâ the visuals becoming too much for you to handle.
youâre met with his forearm in your sight, fingers tightly gripping the bedsheets.
without a second thought, you lean forward and bit his skin, making him groan out as his cock twitches inside you.
âfu- youâre killing me baby,â he smirked, licking his lips as he forces you to look at him.
the brute force of his thrusts has your body thrashing, legs shaking with pleasure.
âfeels so good channie!â you hiccup, mind cloud. the only thing you could think of was lee chan and his oh so perfect dick that was ravaging your insides.
when chan looks down, his eyes roll to the back of his head. he could see the outline of himself in your stomach, prodding out with every thrust.
a creamy and frothy ring lined the base of his cock, a testament to how your greedy cunt was sucking him in. your warm walls squeezed hard around him when one of his hands dropped down to press the bulge on your stomach.
âfeel me in there, donât ya?â he babbled, hips faltering at your vicious grip. ây-yes!â you cried out, feeling your stomach contracting.
with a loud growl, chanâs lips rest upon yours. âyou close baby? can feel your greedy little cunt crying fâme,â he mumbled, licking your bottom lip.
your pathetic nods made him remove his hand from your stomach and find your clit instead, circling the bud as you mewled.
âcum for me baby, show me how much you needed this cock in you,â his eyes fluttered shut, forehead falling against yours.
âiâm cuâ oh fuck,â you whimpered, suddenly feeling your orgasm rip through your body. your pussy clamped down on him, gripping his length like a fleshlight.
dino moaned in your ear about how good you felt, thrusts turning sloppy as he pressed kisses on your earlobe.
he continued to move inside you, drawing out your orgasm as he chased after his. overstimulation had tears spilling from your eyes, clawing at his pecs as you sobbed. â âs too much channie! hurts!â
âjust a little more baby, clench round me like that agaâ FUCK!â he lost himself in you, feeling your walls clamp down on his cock, milking him for all his worth as his orgasm washed over him.
in a desperate attempt, chanâs thrusts turned erratic as he pumped his load inside you. âs-so good,â he whimpered, hips stilling inside you as he softened. you groaned at the warmth, shutting your eyes in ecstasy.
you both were panting, bodies entwined in a soft caress. time seemed to still when lee chan looked into your eyes again, smiling like a lovesick puppy when you kissed him.
your mouth whined pathetically when he pulled out, falling to your side as he sighed. wanting to be close to him, you shuffled near him.
your fingers dropped down to your pussy as you tried to plug his cum inside you, moaning at the sensation of being so incredibly full and warm.
âthat was⊠the best sex iâve ever had, sheesh,â dino wrapped an arm around you, pulling you impossibly close.
you brought your hand up to place on his sweaty chest, giggling as he kissed the top of your head. âbetter than prague?â you teased.
lee chanâs pecs tensed under your hold, as his eyes widened, staring at you in the dark. âwhatâ who told you about that!â he exclaimed, ears dusted pink.
âseungcheolâs very easy to gossip with,â you winked, staring up at his pretty face. âwow⊠i canât believe this hyung,â he grumbled, hearing you laugh.
âhey! this only happened because i was thinking about everything you did to that poor girl,â you smacked his muscle, hearing him wince. âwhy were you so feral that night, lee chan?â you voiced your question out loud.
he sucked in a breath as his grip tightened around your shoulder. âyou really want to know?â
âiâm dying from curiosity,â you mused. with a sigh, chan turned his head to face you fully, meeting your eyes in the moonlight, before he whispered out an answer.
âshe had the same name as you.â
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oikawa fucking your throat while iwaizumi is in the room next door...
his hand is on the back of your head, keeping you from bumping into the bathroom cupboard every time he bottoms out. his pubes tickle your nose and you gag around his cock, making him to bite down on his lip in order to muffle the loud groan that's forcing its way up his throat.
he doesn't pull out.
he strokes your cheek with his free hand instead, a sick smile playing on his lips as he stares down at you. "y'have to be quiet, baby... or iwa is going to hear you, okay?"
beads of sweat form above his brows, his cheeks are dusted pink and his voice is raspier than ever and it's easy to forget the ache in your knees when you get to see him unraveling like this in front of you.
his hair is a mess, too â just before coming in here, he had his head on your lap, quietly purring as you played with his soft curls. iwaizumi was sat at the other end of the couch, his eyes glued on the tv screen where the movie oikawa himself had chosen.
you think this was his plan all along â to pick a film his friend would love so he could toy with you instead.
iwaizumi didn't notice the way oikawa kept kneading your thighs as he laid there on top of you, how his fingers inched further between your legs with every breath he took. iwaizumi didn't notice the way oikawa kept squirming, or the way he kept trying to readjust his pants.
(or at least, you think iwaizumi missed it all.)
you tried to make him stop, your body burning from his teasing touch. glancing over at iwaizumi, you were glad to never meet his gaze â like a statue he was, eyes set forward as if was built that way. maybe he really did just like the film so much..
oikawa knows that's not the case.
he knows the film is the last thing on iwaizumi's mind right now.
he has seen the way he looks at you sometimes, how iwaizumi flushes a pretty shade of dark pink whenever he happens to see you bending over. or when you sit a little too close to him by accident â oikawa doesn't mind, he can tell you're not doing it on purpose. it's not like iwaizumi is doing any of it on purpose either; the way he screws his eyes shut after catching himself staring at you while your boyfriend, his best friend, is in the same room. he feels bad, he feels awful about having these thoughts. these filthy ideas.
but he really can't help it.
oikawa isn't making it any easier for him either; he's constantly all over you and while iwaizumi knows that he is very touchy, the eye-contact oikawa makes with him as he's pressing a kiss just below your jaw cannot be anything other than him trying to push iwaizumi's buttons.
he hates how much hotter your reactions make the whole thing, too. the way your eyes meet his for a mere second before shying away. oikawa can only laugh to himself as you try to shove him off of you, knowing full well that if you really wanted him to stop, you'd tell him. you want the attention as much as oikawa does and it shows.
and oikawa is more than excited to give his best friend a deeper look into your relationship.
so, here he is now â balls pressed against your chin as you drool and slobber all over his dick. he knows that iwaizumi is listening, he can see the shadow from beneath the door. and that's turning him on even more.
oikawa cradles your jaw before giving his hips one more thrust, his blown wide eyes twinkling at the sight of your rolling back inside your head at the feeling of having your mouth so full. of having him so far deep your throat.
you hold back another gag as spit dribbles from the corners of your lips and it's making a big fucking mess â it's all over your chin and your neck, and your soft plush thighs. the shorts you're wearing are doing almost nothing to cover you up and with the way you're down on your knees right now, they seem to have disappeared entirely under the hem of your oversized shirt.
it's fucking hot.
oikawa watches the sticky liquid trickle between your legs and he can't but be proud of how big of a mess he's making in his friend's bathroom. he knows for a fact that iwaizumi's listening to you two right now, his ear probably pressed against the wooden door as he tries to memorize every sound that you make. every gag, every splutter of drool. oikawa wonders whether he's touching himself too, is he rubbing his bulge over his sweats or is he still trying to act normal. is he still trying to convince himself that he isn't a dirty fucking pervert, who's currently collecting masturbation material by creeping on his best friend and his beloved while they're having fun?
you tap on his thigh with a shaky hand and he pulls away in a second, his dick springing up and slapping against his tummy at the same time you take a desperate breath in. he chuckles at your ruined state.
the tears brimming at your lashline make you look like an angel and oikawa can't tear his eyes off of you. there's a shine to your swollen lips; it's a mixture of your own drool and his precum â his favourite.
you're still trying to catch your breath when you look up at him; his fingers are wrapped around his length, his fist meeting his full balls with every strong stroke he makes and this look, the layer of pleasure that's painted onto his pretty face is something you wish to burn into your memory forever.
when your eyes meet, oikawa gives you a darling smile before lunging at you, hunching over in order to smash his lips against yours in a sloppy kiss. keeping a steady pace on his cock, he grabs at your face as if he's afraid you'll fade away â he moans into your mouth, the salty residue on your tongue making his dick twitch in his hand.
the slick sounds of oikawa pumping himself and him trying to eat your face reverberate through the room andn suddenly you remember where you are.
your eyes grow big as you try to push at oikawa's chest.
"wâ wait.. "
he grins while nipping at your jaw. "what's wrong, baby?"
his teeth brush over your pulse point and he doesn't waste a second before sinking them into your skin and sucking until he's rewarded you with the most gorgeous masterpiece in the world. all the best for his lover.
"hajiâ hajime's here... "
"no, it's just me, baby." a wave of goosebumps runs over your body when you feel him licking the fresh mark on your neck. "your boyfriend, tooru. remember?"
he laughs at his own joke, his head resting against yours as he pushes himself back up. oh, and how he wants to drop back down when he sees the glare you're giving him. "tough crowd, hm?"
oikawa coos at your scrunched up brows while brushing a finger over your pouty lips. "aw, don't worry, he's in the other room, okay? you're being so good for me, all quiet and pretty. my angel."
it's hard not to believe his sickly sweet words, the love in his eyes smoothing every pain and worry in your body with ease. you don't say anything else when he steps closer again, now replacing the finger on your lips with his sticky tip instead. "yeah?"
he cocks an eyebrow and you give him a nod. the corners of his lips stretch wider as he pumps his cock right above your face. "say 'aaaaaah' for me, baby."
this cocky side of him is something you've never been able to resist. it looks good on him. his own lips part alongside with yours when you present your mouth to him again and he doesn't even try to hold back the pornographic moan that spills from him at the feeling of your warm tongue sliding against the underside of his cock.
but while you're distracted by the heavenly sound of your boyfriend's overwhelming pleasure, you miss the creak of the bathroom door.
oikawa's eyes meet iwaizumi's ashamed ones through the slightest crack but neither of them make any effort to look away. oikawa is more than happy to finally see his best friend crumble and iwaizumi is mortified.
but he can't.
he can't move. he can't close the door. he can't stop staring.
oikawa's eyes fall down to your screwed shut ones, pride blooming in his chest when your nose touches his trimmed pubic hairs. head still shoved against the cupboard, he's the one in full control â your mouth is his, your body a perfect doll for him to play with. and he loves it.
you swallow around him and he lets out yet another heavenly moan. his hand is back on your cheek, his warm palm engulfing the side of your face in reassurance that while he's got the reigns, it's all done with love. your eyes crack open just as another few tears drop and oikawa's hips pick up the pace. he adores it when you hold his gaze; he thinks it's the most romantic thing in the world and so whenever you do it while taking him in your mouth, he just loses it.
quickly, he places his free hand behind your head again and then he's fucking your mouth like it's the only things he knows. back and forth, his cock slides in and out your tight, warm throat; the sounds that come from the act are just outright sinful, they're something a person could only hear in his dreams and oikawa doesn't know what he did to deserve a sweetheart like you.
it doesn't take a lot for him to sense his nearing orgasm, his body going rigid, tensing up as the knot in his lower tummy tightens and tightens.
iwaizumi is still there. oikawa doesn't need to look at him to know it.
from the corner of his eye he can see movement â so he is finally giving in. iwaizumi is stroking himself through the material of his sweats, his cock painfully hard as he watches oikawa fuck your mouth. he has never seen anything like this; maybe in some videos, sure, but seeing it with his own two eyes is completely different.
the sounds. the sweat. the drool.
the eye-contact you have with oikawa. the way he's holding you.
the fact that he hasn't told iwaizumi to 'fuck off' yet. the fact that he clearly wants him there, that he wants him to see this.
his own precum is starting to leak through his pants and it's embarrassing. but there's no stopping now. not when oikawa's hips are starting to stutter, not when you're starting to guide him to yourself by sinking your nails into the back of his thighs.
oikawa gives you second long breaks but you're handling it so well that iwaizumi begins to wonder how much you let him do this. would you ever let himâ
he shakes his head to get rid of the thought, the idea of actually doing anything with you weighing heavily on his heart. and if sensing his inner turmoil, oikawa's raspy voice breaks him out from his head.
"fuck.. you- you'd like it if he did hear you, right?"
iwaizumi's eyes almost pop out of their sockets, his lips parting as panic flood his veins. based on the look on oikawa's face, he assumes that you don't agree with him â he's staring at you with that grin of his, the infuriating one, and iwaizumi prepares for him to pull out, so you can finally see what he's been doing. so you can see what kind of a man he really is.
but oikawa doesn't pull away, bottoming out instead. he takes a moment as if he's waiting for your answer â and when he gets one, the very same he knew would be the truth, his lips stretch even wider.
he doesn't need you to say it when he can read your body better than any other language in the world.
he sees the way your thighs press together. he feels your nails digging into his thighs harder than ever before. he knows his right.
like always.
"yeah... that's what i thought."
iwaizumi thinks he might pass out. his hands shake and the air he's breathing doesn't seem good enough â he's trying his best to not start panting like a dog but you not disagreeing with oikawa is a lot. you want him to hear? you want him to be a part of this?
you want.. him?
"want haji to see you like this, hm? want him to see how well you take me down your throat?"
iwaizumi thinks he might die actually.
oikawa chuckles when you blink up at him with tears in your eyes and coos at you when he takes his dick out of your mouth and you still don't say no. "my little star, yeah?"
you show him your tongue and he groan at the way you give yourself to him. he bottoms for the last time of the night, his messy balls pressed flushed against your drool-covered chin as you struggle to keep your eyes on him. "inâ fuckâ inside?"
humming around his cock, you give him the last push and then he's already spilling his seed down your hungry throat. you gag around him again, the feeling of cum suddenly flooding your mouth a bit too much. with a hand in your head, oikawa pulls away and watches you swallow as much of him as you can. the rest of it spills out from the corners of your lips and trickles down your chin and neck, successfully mixing with every other type of bodily fluid that's already coating your skin.
and then you give him a smile.
oikawa feels like his knees are going to give out as he throws his head back with a dramatic moan. "ohhh.... "
"what?"
his head snaps back to its place, his eyes finding yours in an instant while you slap a hand over your mouth.
your voice. it's almost completely gone, reduced down to a bare rasp by his relentless thrusts and his need to always give it his all, no matter what he's doing.
a sudden flash of shyness takes over, the tone coming from your mouth sounding so unfamiliar that it's almost impossible for you to accept that it is, in fact, yours. but when oikawa kneels down in front of you, his both hands now on your cheeks and when his heart filled eyes find yours, the feelings disappears.
he presses his lips against your forehead and you feel the fondness spread all over your body. "i love you so much, did you know that?"
his cheeks are still pink and despite the fact that just a minute ago, he was fucking your throat like it was his own personal fleshlight, he looks awfully cute with that bashful smile on his face.
oikawa nudges his nose against yours when you don't speak up again, only nodding your head with a tired smile.
"so cute."
the slap against his chest forces another burst of giggles out of your boyfriend but you're not mad. you do love him afterall. he pulls you into his chest and lets you rest for a minute before tugging you up and helping you clean yourself up.
iwaizumi is gone.
oikawa can only imagine the way his best friend is now shamefully changing out of his ruined sweats, the images of you and oikawa now forever engrained into his brain.
after oikawa carries you back to the couch, he snickers at iwaizumi and his fresh pair of pants. but that's all. nobody says anything â iwaizumi doesn't inquire about why you left him all alone and you don't ask about the flush on his cheeks.
oikawa is the only one that is sitting proudly between the two people he loves the most. his fingers dance over the sensitive skin of iwaizumi's nape while his other hand rests on your shoulder, holding you to him as you slowly doze off into your dreamland.
he's very happy about the progress you've all made today.
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RAISE THE STAKES.
being a therapist was hard enough without the leader of an infamous group becoming your patient or to answer your questions, sylus has a few requests.
(18+, no minors! no blank accounts!) inappropriate relationships, patient!slyus, therapist!reader, munch slyus, oral and female masturbation, slight pussy inspection, dirty talk. exhibitionism, dry humping, word count: 3k... short and sweet
tagging: @xmiisuki @sunasbon @sugugasm <3
There was something clinical and plain about your office â though technically you were a type of doctor â the decor screamed hospital more than a comfortable place to tell your deepest darkest secrets. Faint pale blue walls with littered old stickers from the previous child therapist and even the stench of crayons ⊠not to mention the floor tiles, squared with an iced blue paint that made the room both childish and clinical. Something fitting for a child hospital or even a former child psych ward.
That was the reason you decided for this particular appointment youâd switch rooms to somewhere more adult and that hopefully your boss would let you stay there. The pristine polished marble floors and white walls, two empty lush chairs and a small brown wooden table with magazines with two waters sitting on top. This was your dream room and one you felt you deserved. You were the most decorated person on your floor â top of your class in your undergrad and graduate class, internships at major places, yet you settled for here. Settled. It was smack dabbed in the middle of a city that needed you most. A dangerous city⊠but somewhere you felt like you could actually make a difference.Â
Sitting in the chair towards the window you awaited for Sylus Qin â a name that sent more than enough shivers up your spine but whoâs name spiked your curiosity, especially seeing it written for a first appointment directly with you.Â
He walked in, his presence loud and alarming from the moment he stepped into the door, looking at you before he sat down in the seat closest to the door. You inhaled, the deep smell of metallic and what you mustâve guessed was gunpowder filled your nostrils. âYouâre late,â You told him with a small smile. âAnd for your first appointment nevertheless.â Your tone is light and playful, you only hoped that he understood that.Â
He arches a white brow and slouches back on the couch, it was obviously too small for his broad body and long legs but he still stretched them so they were nearing yours. âA meeting held me up.â He waited for some form of reaction before he looked away from you, probably now disappointed when your face remained blank.
You cleared your throat, âIâm quite sure that you didnât come here on your own volition, so why are you here? I know that you of all people couldnât have been forced.â You crossed your legs, watching his eyes glance at them.
âTwo nuisancesâŠâ He grumbles, his face scrunched into a deadly scowl but his crimson eyes remain gentle as he looks at you. âIt seems that Iâve been even more aggressive as of late.â He shrugs his shoulders as if he disagrees with the diagnosis.Â
âWell⊠what made them come to that conclusion?â You watched him open his mouth to answer before he paused, thinking something. It takes a while before he speaks again and when he does he shocks you.
âWhat do I get if I answer any of your silly little questionsâŠ?â Thereâs a huskiness to his voice, a rough edge as he speaks. His eyes are trained on you, following you as your body sways a bit.Â
You quirk a brow, âYou want a reward for beingâŠcompliant?â You straighten your posture, looking at him with slightly wide eyes, it was the first time someone asked for something so ridiculous. âYou tell me what you wantââ You start before he interrupts you.
âYour panties.â Curt. Simple. Straightforward. You blinked, staring at this man and questioning how you managed to get yourself in this position.Â
 Was the money worth it? That was the question roaming around your head as you just stared at him. How could he ask you such a thing with a serious face expression. âMy panties? That would tempt you to answer the questions truthfully?â The skirt you were wearing felt a thousand times shorter and the room felt too warm for you to ignore the wetness you felt between your â
Your eyes twitched. A conversation alone, brief⊠and your panties were drenched, sticky to your folds. It would do wonders for your career to have gotten the man himself⊠the big leader of a malicious group to be less violence. So you sigh, âYou want them nowââ
âAs an act of good faith,â He says smoothly. âLetâs put all our cards out on the tableâŠHow about you at least take them off so I know youâre being truthful to me.âÂ
You sucked your teeth, debating with yourself on if you really should do this or not. Your career is on the line regardless of each decision. You could just deny him, tell him off and force him out of your office. But your body seemed to be screaming at you to just do it. You hadnât had sex nor a true orgasm in more than a year⊠possibly two and yet with him sitting in front of you, you felt as if you were close.
Your mouth no longer produces saliva and your throat dry as you slide them down your legs; you held them and watched a smirk take over his face. You couldnât believe yourself honestly, this wasnât something youâd ever expect yourself to do. While you werenât exactly a good girl, you had standards⊠you couldnât believe you were being so trashy. Yet the excitement in your body spilled out of your center and with his eyes glued there while you removed your underwear, your body shook.
âAlready the air smells so better in here.â He chuckles and you feel embarrassment cloud your mind. âTo answer your question from before⊠Apparently they believe Iâm in a foul mood since Iâve been less tolerant on certain things that in the past, I was more passive on. Theyâve expressed to me that with the rough ways Iâve been handling business has grown ratherâŠimpulsive.â
âDo you agree with that?â You recross your legs. âIâve always heard that you were impulsive and honestly, I never heard anyone say you were passive⊠Do you think youâve ever been passive? Do you think you can paint me a picture of yourself?â
He reaches out his hand and for a moment youâre confused before you realize heâs asking for his reward. Handing him the panties, you see him sniff them and it makes your insides quiver. This man⊠he was too much for you.Â
âI see myself asâŠâ He thinks, his eyebrows furrowed, he taps his foot on the ground. âI often find myself bored and find myself indulging in self destructive behavior... taking on more than I can and getting myself injured.â He scoffs. âI guess this particular time they're talking about is when I knew I was being set up but still decided to go alone without informing them - Luke and Kieran, I mean.â
âSo they care about you?â You ask, mentally taking notes of every word and ever ounce of movement and even taking account of his voice and tone.
âSure.â His voice has a slight tremble to it. âWeâve been together for longer than I can remember being without themâŠâ Then heâs closed off again, acting as if he revealed too much to you. His crimson eyes trace up your legs again, he bites his lips.
You recrossed your legs. âAnywayâŠâ You cough. âIs there a thrill in putting yourself in these situations? Or is there a need to demonstrate that your reputation is correct⊠to stop or limit people from defying you?â You are met with silence and a sinister glint in Sylusâ eyes. âSylus? Do you need me to repeat the question?â
âI answered some for your panties. For this next question, youâll have to do something else for me to answer it⊠unless you want a lieâŠor more silence.â His roaming eyes told you all that you needed to know, this request would be more.
A scowl on your face, âMy panties werenât enough?â Youâre close to rolling your eyes at him, you want to hate him but itâs something in those eyes that keeps you from it. After this you knew that youâd decline any other visits from him, you might as well entertain himâ no, you want to slap yourself for even thinking that thought.Â
âI wanna see you cum, pet that pretty pussy and put a show on for me.â He says and you gasp, full blown as you stare at him. âCâmon kitten, donât be so coy.â His eyes darkened but still his tone remained playful; slick gathered at your thighs and itâs almost as if he scented it with how quick his eyes snapped to your skirt.
âSylus, the panties were already inappropriate enough. I can lose my licenseââ You stammer, your voice small and timid as you speak. This man⊠would be the death of you.
âI wonât let that happen.âÂ
You swallow, staring hard in his eyes. Looking in his eyes made you want to bend to his every whim and to continue. Your thighs spread a bit because honestly, you wanted this. âFine.â You relinquished every ounce of self respect you had for yourself and spread your legs completely apart. A slap of cool air brushes against your bare skin, your shutter but spread your folds. You rub at your clit, staring in those addicting eyes.Â
He drinks in the sight of you â dripping and oozing out spilling to the chair, he straightens himself, his eyes now locked between your thighs. Your clit is hard and throbbing knowing that his eyes are on your most delicate parts. You circle your entrance, collecting the slick that sits there before you dip it inside â teasing both you and him. You feel the warmth of yourself as you stroke your finger in and out of your walls, sloppy noises echoing around the room. Your thighs tremble and breathing heavy, he briefly glances at your face and back to the dripping sight below. Your face scrunched up in a sense of pure ecstasy, you pop your finger out of your cunt and you put a finger in your mouth before rubbing your clit again, your thighs bucking and your hips humping upwards.Â
His feet tap against the floor watching another finger join the one already knuckle deep inside of you, his fingers twitch looking at how wet and creamy your fingers are pumping in and out. âThereâs a thrill⊠and excitement that comes with doing dangerous thingsâŠâ His voice trails off, your mouth agape spilling little moans. âIt feels good⊠itâs never a sense of pride, itâs more of a ââ Using your other hand, you rub fast at your clit at the same time your fingers thrust inside deeper, hitting another spot that makes a bit of cream drip under you. âItâs more of a simple pleasure, just something to take the edge off of life. Itâs a high⊠câmon kitten, youâre killing me there. Need to see your face when you cum.âÂ
Your stomach sucks in at the words and you whine, leaking with a deep orgasm and deep breathing. âOhhhhh!â Cream continues to spill out, you milk yourself more â curling your fingers before you pull them out with a drawn out moan. âOh, mmmâŠâ You feel so tired, your eyes dropping and a fuzzy brain when you turn your attention back on him.Â
âWhatâs your next request for answering this last question?â You huff, your face flushed and your body trembling. You still tried to cover yourself but he just laughed, full and heartily.Â
âI want you to sit on my face.â Heâs hard, tapping his foot against the floor again still looking at your creamy pussy. âThatâs all.â
âWhat?â But it shouldnât surprise you anymore, no matter how much you fought on his demands⊠you knew youâd give in and you knew how badly you wanted him.
âI want you to sit on my face.â He said again, nonchalantly with a shrug of his shoulders.Â
âBut⊠why? Are you trying to make me lose my job? Or are you just insane and donât care about my livelihood or my dignity?â But really, it didnât matter, with all you did now⊠your license was already revoked.Â
âWould you rather be a good girl and sit on my lap? Grind yourself on my cock?â It was an enticing offer and you had to mentally stop yourself from taking it up. âJust keep being an obedient little girl like you have been and come sit on my face.â Heâs pulling himself from the chair to lie on the floor with a bright smile on his lips. He waited, both of you already knew that you were going to come.Â
âFirst... put your fingers in my mouth.â It makes you jump when he says that but you swallow your nerves and pride, reaching over and letting his tongue work its way through your fingers, his tongue slimy wet and sticky all at once. He groans out at the taste. âSit.â He says simply. Youâd never did this before, your legs trembled just standing above his head and even more when you bent down.Â
You hovered over him, a string of your slick dripping over his face before he moved his head to capture it between his tongue with a groan; swirling his tongue in a circular motion as he took in the taste. âSo wetâŠtastes so good.â His voice deep and inviting; sticking his tongue inside then flicks his tongue against your clit and wraps his mouth around it â sucking it before he releases it with a plop sound. âSit.â He told you, rubbing his hands across your ass, spreading it so that your pussy would wink at him with a small gushy sound. He firmly sits completely on his face so that his face is covered with you.Â
His tongue feels like a thousand tongues when you drip over his face, grinding your hips and circling them. Your knees digging into the floor when you slide forward and back against him.âSyâlus!â The pad of his tongue licks up your slit, moving to your folds and up to suckle on your throbbing clit. You tug his hair and he buries his face impossibly more into your pussy. Grinding and shaking his face into you before gripping your hips to make you really grind against his mouth.
You squeal with every moment as he uses his tongue to curl deep inside of you â your legs shaking and he slurps. Your toes curl inside of your stuffy shoes and though you canât see his face because of the skirt you wear, you can feel the devilish smirk against your flesh.
He pulls you up, holds you. A string of his salvia and your slick and cream mixed together on his lips. âNever did ask that question, sweetie.â
âOh, fuck you Sylus.â Heâs sitting you back down, your thighs squeezing his head. His mouth latched to your clit and doing deep sucks with his fingers pressed deep in your thighs. Opening his mouth wider to truly capture all of what he can of your cunt â thereâs a deep hunger in every lick he gives, his tongue dragging down from your clit to your slit and back up again. He laps at your folds with nothing else but groans and soft moans that leave both of your mouths.
His tongue swirls on your clit before small soft kisses that make you flinch. Cream and slick trickling down your thighs, your hips continue to hump him â it was as if his face belonged there, his tongue glued to your core and eating up everything you had to offer. Lifting you again, he says, âWant to feel that pretty pussy soaking me⊠youâd like that wonât you?â He grins, showing all his teeth. Youâre quick to nod your head, tears in your eyes⊠this man was turning you into his plaything and you could care less⊠there was a thrill to this.
He doesnât take off his pants much to your disappointment but he helps you to sit on his lap, his lust filled scarlet eyes filled with nothing but desire as he rolls his hips against yours. A small gasp leaves your mouth, your bare cunt soaking his pants and his cock deliciously digging into your core. You wrap your arms around his neck and squeeze your eyes shut, letting him thrust up against your throbbing center.Â
Throwing your head back â you rock your hips back and forth against his clothed cock â feeling him press himself harder into you, rubbing himself against your core with deep throaty groans of pleasure leaving his mouth. You try to match his movements, hips bouncing up and down against him with needy whines leaving your lips. You both hiss when his cockhead brushes up against your clit â he rubs himself back and forth repeatedly, slowly while you move faster â chasing that high and in that moment you knew of the pleasure and the high that Sylus mentioned earlier because your body was reveling in it.Â
Your stomach swoops at the sticky sounds that come from your pussy and the soft noises he makes. Even with soundproof office spaces, you wouldnât be surprised if someone heard you both. Lazy grinding becomes thrusting again before downright dirty gyrating of both of you against each other â so close, you were almost there yet again. Pathetic sinful whimpers falling out of your mouth, he presses openmouthed kisses up and down your neck, nibbling on your clavicle. Your back arches, tears falling from your eyes, your pussy sliding against him and his hips stuttering. But he stops, standing you both up.Â
âWâwhyâd you stop?â Youâre gasping for air on trembling legs, he holds you close. Small sniffles leaving your mouth, desperate to feel him.
âI believe our time is up, sweetie. Maybe another visit will help unpack more.â He chuckles, walking towards the door. âIâll return these on my next visit.â
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"Think you can take it?"
matt sturniolo x reader & chris sturniolo x reader
warnings: smut, unprotected, p in v, threesome, oral (male receiving).
Âż what happens when you Matt and Chris get a little too bored, but both of them want you.. you'll have to compromise and fuck 'em both at the same time.
You were sitting in the living room with your friends, Chris and Matt. Watching a movie you've seen before. Nick was out at a space camp meeting, and you all sat there bored without him.
You sit relaxed in the middle of the couch, with Matt on one side and Chris on the other.
The room is uncomfortably silent. Chris and Matt are looking back and forth at you.
"God, I'm so bored." You sigh.
Chris' hand slides up your thigh, "Ya' look so fuckin' good in those shorts.." he whispers
Blood rushes to your face, forcing your cheeks to turn a rosy-red,
Matts eyes focus on your face. He's analysing every expression, watching the way you blush and Chris' hand creeping further and further up your thigh.
You catch Matts eye, and he gives you a jealous glare and aggressively grabs your other thigh. They fight for your attention, like children, it was pathetic, if only they knew you wanted them both.
Chris leans in, pulls up your chin, and kisses you for what feels like hours, fluttering your eyes open and closed as he wraps his lips around yours.
Then he let's go, and turns to look at you, until Matt grabs you, kisses you harder, more intense, his lips pressing down on your mouth, his hands slipping under your top,
Minutes later, you're all undressed, Matt is sitting on the edge of the couch, pants down, and you're sliding off his underwear.
You dont know how you ended up like this, but you knew you didn't want to stop.
âCan you be a good girl and suck my cock?" Matt says, innocently, with the tilt of his head,
âGo on, let him fuck ya' mouth ma'," Chris tells you as he slowly slides into you from behind.
You attach your mouth around Matts head, and he lets you get used to his dick in your mouth before thrusting his hips forward, his tip hitting the back of your throat violently,
"Can I?" Chris whispers slyly in your ear, you whisper back an approval, and he started fucking you fast, and deep, you tried to keep your mouth around Matt but it dropped open,
"Mmm..-fuck!" You cry out as Chris pounds himself into you, hitting your spot, He presses his chest against your back, "Ya' gotta' keep helpin' Matt out to, or ill stop" he mumbles, you agree to this, taking Matts dick back into your mouth happily.
âShes soaked." Chris chuckles. Rubbing against your clit perfectly, "come for me," he groans in your ear,
Your legs start to shake, and you let out a loud moan with your mouth still wrapped around Matt and come around Chris' dick. Chris comes at the same time, his cum spilling out of you,
But he continues to thrust himself into you, and you let out soft sighs and whimpers as he does, focusing now on sucking Matt off, you run your tongue around him, putting pressure on his cock, flicking your tongue across him, taking him in further of your throat.
"Fuck-ugh..fuck." Matt moans out as he comes into your mouth, throwing his head back in pleasure.
You give him a proud look before using your fingers to wipe away some of his cum that had dripped out of your mouth...
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Exploring ~ Rodrick Heffley x Male Reader
Getting it on with the local emo Top!Rodrick x Bottom!Reader word count: 610 Nsfw / MDNI ~ amab m!reader / FDNI
Imagine weekly makeouts with Rodrick
Him coming over to your house to "do homework" and instead spending the whole Saturday with you in his lap, his tongue playing with yours as his hands rest on your hips
The two of you aren't dating or anything! You're just... exploring your sexualitites - it's perfectly natural as 18/19 year olds!
Kissing slowly becoming not enough to satiate the carnal desires Rodrick feels for you, soft grinding starting to come adjacent to the many hour-long, weekly makeout sessions
The rocker just can't get enough if the sounds you make as he rubs his hard dick against yours through his jeans. And you fucking love the low grunts Rodrick makes in your mouth as he kisses you or in your ear, along with a sexy groan of your name
Eventually, the two of you decided to take your sexual affairs to a new level - your parents had left you the house for two days and Rodrick's dick had hardened almost immediately when he found out
Your poor bed could barely fit the two of you, but you made it work
Rodrick above you, his muscles on full display as he slowly fucked into you turned you on to the max - he promised to go slow and he did, but mainly because he didn't want to cum in 5 seconds!
Your moans are what pushed the rocker over the edge. Your sweet and sexy sounds, along with your tight, warm walls, made the man shoot his load instantly
And from the way Rodrick panted and moaned above you, to the way he held onto your waist his his sexy, masculine, nail-painted and ring-adorned hands, jesus christ you came right away!
Over time, the two of you became more experienced; sex would last longer than the 15 minutes it took your first time, and you would both go for multiple rounds
You found out that Rodrick loves to have you suck his dick, look down at you as you cry from how huge his cock is, his pubes stuffing your nose as he softly caresses your cheek
The rocker had also become a huge fan of eating you out, after you taught him exactly how you like it, the man can't get enough of you! And the man has tricks too! He fingers your prostate to high heaven while eating you out and makes you cum within seconds!
All that to say that Rodrick's shape had pretty much indented into not only your ass but your bed - your parents were convinced that you two were dating from how often the man slept at yours!
But that doesn't mean you two don't mess about at Rodrick's house as well!
His Christian parents just make it a little harder to do so, that's why you pretend to be a part of his band
His parents don't know that Rodrick and you do it in his van every Sunday (lol)
Loud rock music playing from a radio to drown out the pornographic sounds that might escape the violently rocking van
It's safe to say the two of you have become addicted to one another; from your scents to your bodies to your voices, you fucking love all of Rodrick and he fucking loves all of you
So it wasn't much of a shocker when Rodrick randomly asked you to be his boyfriend one day, dick balls deep inside of you
You short-circuited and blue-balled him as punishment for making such a special moment so gross!
But later that day, you two made up and out, the night finishing with your typical make-out sesh and as boyfriend and boyfriend!
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Can't Stop.
Natasha Romanoff x Reader.
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, Mommy!Nat, choking, spitting, slight clouded consent that turns into clear consent, dumbing down, scissoring.
Word count: 2992
The window was open ever-so-slightly, but every word spoken and every noise made seemed to ring within Natashaâs ears. Everything was you, all her thoughts were just you. She could frame the way you were laying on your stomach on the grass, leaning on your elbows so you could continuously flick the page of the Oxford Classic in your hands. Little stars shimmered in your eyes from the sun, youâd been out there for hours so it had moved to shine directly onto your face - how you could see Natasha did not know, but she was oh so thankful for the clear view of you front on because the tank top seemed to shimmy down just enough to have a clear view of your cleavage, and with your arms pushed together Natasha was practically drooling. The white linen shorts you had on had ridden up as you fidgeted from the itchiness of the floor and she could see - if she looked hard enough- the little indents of grass blades pressed into the sides of your thighs.Â
She stared at you intently, drying a porcelain plate with a blue-chequered towel had become a mindless movement- as had everything else dissipated in her brain because, oh God , your lacy white bra was just peaking above the pretty pink tanktop you were wearing and her mind was spiralling. Your father stood besides you, looking down, talking about something that caused your brows to furrow into confusion and look away from the book you were reading - Roxanna by Defoe.Â
Natasha put down the plate that was completely polished at this point, cleared her throat and brought a bitten-red lip between her teeth. If your father wasnât standing there she would have taken the silver digital camera on the kitchen shelf and started treating you like her little model, positioning you in all the poses that were flashing throughout her mind. Pricks settled in her stomach as the realisation that you still lived with your father sobered her dirty mind. You were a teenager, at only 19. Not even that, you were her best friend's daughter.Â
Steveâs daughter.Â
Sheâd only met you last year, why he kept you a secret from her she would never know but it was certainly a good idea. The corruptive thoughts that clouded any rational judgement being able to form in her mind had slowly gotten worse, and worse as she got to know you more. The first time youâd stayed round Natashaâs was practically a test of self control for her- which sheâd partially lost from stealing a pair of your lacy, baby-pink underwear and keeping them for activities she hoped only youâd imagine her doing. Not that sheâd admit to anyone, but the sheets youâd slept in were never washed, nor used again, and sitting in the same house that you now lived in. The thought of setting up a camera in the spare bedroom was maybe a thought too far in her head⊠ she only wanted to see you.
After her and an ex-girlfriend broke up she moved away from the tower and stayed with Steve in his countryside retirement house- the fact that you also lived there totally had nothing to do with it. With every week you got more comfortable with Natasha, the naivety of her actions never faded. Consistently testing the boundaries, sheâd sit so close to you as you watched a movie, when sheâd talk to you her hands always found a way to your thigh, or shoulder, or neck, or any skin she could see. Steve never thought anything of it, after all you were both girls- for all he knew Natasha was much of a motherly figure to you.
Rolling over onto your back, completely abandoning the book in your hands, a loud, exacerbated sigh left your mouth - stopping Natashaâs whirling train of thought.
âI told you I had to go away for the week! I cannot help that.â Steve spoke sternly.Â
You groaned and threw your hands over your eyes to finally shield them from the sun. a smile creeped up on Natashaâs face at your teenage ignorance. Your movements seemed to freeze for one second and you arched your back to look at Natasha in the window upside down.
âNatty! Come here please.â You spoke so sweetly, with a menacing grin on your face. She immediately stepped out onto the patio and went to stand in the shade. Steve smiled at her sheepishly, then looked back at you.Â
What on earth you were going to ask her, she did not know. Nonetheless, sheâd do it with no hesitation.
âYouâll be here to take care of me, right?â You sat up onto your ass and asked, giving Natasha your best puppy-dog eyes. She blushed so obviously, then walked over to stand behind you. You lent back onto her shins and looked up at her as she looked directly at your father.Â
âNot quite sure about that, my love. Maybe I'm going with Steve.â
You gasped and lent away from her.
âHow dare you!â You stood up. âI cannot be here all by myself, I beg⊠please you know I hate the dark.â You whispered the last bit only to Natasha.Â
And of course, two days later Steve had gone and you and Natasha sat comfortable in the living room watching TV. The idea of going with Steve to visit the squad never even crossed her mind. A movie that Nat had let you pick was playing in the background. Recently, you had been obsessed with Cate Blanchett so you picked Carol. It was an innocent choice, knowing nothing about the movie itself. Natasha, however, knew everything about it⊠the sheer glee that ran through her when you brought it to her was slightly shameful.
A pale, thin hand slowly stroked a pattern on your thigh, red acrylic nails tracing forwards⊠then backwards, then down to the inside of your thigh, then back up onto your knee, then over and over again. A soft flutter beat inside your ears, cheeks flushed a continuous red and little breaths kept pattering out your nose. If Natasha had any idea the way her hand was affecting you, you were sure she would laugh at you.
The pattering of the rain on the window matched your heart beat, fast and irregular. Summer showers were common, and you knew that within the hour there would be some thunder.Â
Natasha had her hair in a loose bun, pulled through the hair tie and just left in a knot. It was like silk anyways so Natasha probably had no worries of it becoming tangled, you could tell how soft it was from the way little face-framing pieces fell against ivory cheeks. Her freckles seemed to stick out more today from a rosey-blush against her cheeks, when Nat removed her makeup it mustâve irritated her skin a little.
She was sitting there so beautifully, and⊠God her hand was on your thigh, and you were hardly breathing, and if you could you knew she wouldn't want you, there was no way, and oh my god were you a pervert thinking of her hand like this, and you were wet, so, so wet and she was just sitting there so innocently, so motherly-
âWhat's up?â the groan of her joints was practically audible as she turned to face you, interrupting your slow cascade into a swoon-induced panic attack. She figured it out, she totally must have figured out what a creep you were-
A soft hand groomed its way through your hair. âSweetheart, talk to me.â Natasha soothed, her voice dripping with honey.Â
The juxtaposition of an empty house and a motorway in New York was personified by your racing mind and the words coming out of your mouth. Why was it  so hard to form some sort of coherent sentence?Â
Natasha just waited patiently, somehow she knew that something was up, maybe your dad being away freaked you out, or the movie was too much. She tried something that, dear lord, did not help the situation.
The hand that was once stroking your thigh scooped around the underside of both your legs, pulling them across her own lap. She guided your head to lay against her neck, resting her own on top of you. A loving kiss was pressed against the parting of your hair, and in that moment you stupidly wished you were bald just so you could feel the tenderness of her lips against your skin.Â
âYou donât need to talk to me if you canât. I promise I understand, my sweet girl. Iâm right here, ok.â as she said the latter of the sentence her hand pulled yours against her cheek, framing her face as to prove that she was, in fact, right here. And she knew you understood by the way you nestled into her without response.Â
This stayed fact for a while, your eyes barely staying open as you fell into a comfort-induced sleep.
Natasha was restless watching you. The wrong message had gotten to her head, that maybe her hand on your thigh was not a comforting movement, but something that made you uncomfortable. Pulling you into her, and forcing you to sink into her was the only way she could think of avoiding the possible confrontation.Â
Of course, to you, it was not force, nor was it unease you were feeling from her hand, but a heat inducing bother in between your legs.Â
Your thighs tightened against Natashaâs chest, and she moved her hand to rest just above your forehead. She fluttered gentle kisses against your hair, then your forehead, then nose. God, your skin was so soft. Natashaâs heart picked up and immediately she was hot. Eyes squeezed tight together and a strained breath was brought through her nose. The vanilla musk of the sweet, innocent perfume that you wore everyday was sucked into her veins.Â
She couldnât stop.
The kisses got wetter, pecking your cheek over and over, so quickly. Her tongue started to get involved, she licked down to the corner of your mouth and pecked there some more. If the older woman's head wasn't absolutely deluded with a sheer need to keep her lips over your hot skin she would be concerned about how rough she was being.Â
You were asleep, it kept her going.Â
It was finally when she had to shift her whole body to get at you when you were woken up. Something wet and sharp was digging into your neck, your body convulsed away but Natasha was strong, so strong, and there was no way that you could shift away. She was not forceful, nor would she be, but to the older woman you were still asleep. A soft groan came out of her mouth, so close to your ear and you realised what she was doing.
Her teeth were sinking into your neck, and there was surely a hickey there.Â
A shrill, scream-like moan came out your mouth, and Natasha whined. Oh god, you were awake.Â
She still couldnât stop.Â
Her hands were gripping your thighs, leaving white rings where her fingers were clutching at you. And, god she kept going -licking, sucking, doing everything she could at the grove of your shoulder. The red, blood-splotched mark that she saw did not foster her self control, her mark was on you. On her baby. The moans coming out her mouth were nothing but desperation, dripping with need.Â
You had to be dreaming, there was no way this woman was keening into you like she was. Her forehead was sweaty, and there was sweat sticking on her back from the adrenaline that was going through her. Natasha was finally on you, she was all over you and she was not going to get off.
âNatty, what⊠what are you - oh my godâ Her teeth sunk in another spot and your hands gripped into ginger hair, âplease, I dont- Nat!â You were moaning in an out of breaths and words and by some miracle she was able to pull away.Â
Calloused, rough hands cradled your face. Her sweat-dripping forehead came to press into yours and her eyes were locked shut. She was panting like an animal and all you could do was stare. Sheâd moved you so you were laying underneath her against the couch, her body locked against yours.
And the movie- oh God the movie was still playing and if Natasha turned her head sheâd realise that the scene where Carol and Therese are together for the first time was about to come on and the room would fill with moans other than hers.Â
âBaby.â She whispered like a dirty secret. You nodded. âTell me to stop, baby. Iâm sorry. Tell me to stop and I will. You need to tell meâ
Her lips started pecking at your lips. You wanted to beg her not too, please don't stop, don't ever stop, but the words didn't leave your mouth. You parted your lips to draw in some air as you were suffocating in the need that was reverberating off of Natasha but all this did was give her the opportunity to properly kiss you.
Her tongue swiped at your lips and her hands squeezed your face together tighter. Another shrill moan hit the walls, but it wasn't you. If anyone was listening to Natasha without realising what was happening, theyâd think she was overdosing by the noises she was producing. All she needed was you.
âBaby, you need to tell me to stop.â
Her tongue was in your mouth again and you sucked at it, she couldâve come.Â
And she couldnât help it.
âMy dumb, little baby. Tell mommy to stop.â Her voice was so sultry and low. The words were hush against your lips and your eyes closed with a sharp moan. The title hit you and your hands gripped at her biceps.Â
âMommy.â You moaned. She nodded her head and kissed at your mouth again.
âOh, fuck- baby⊠say it again.â She moved her hands off your cheeks and started to unbutton the shirt, her shirt, that you were wearing.Â
âPlease donât stop, mommy. Please, please, please.â You begged, over and over. She kept nodding and whining. The buttons were too much, so she just ripped the shirt open and got you undressed underneath her. Her hands were on your skin, and she still couldn't stop. She wouldnât stop.
âMy dumb little girl, keep begging mommy. Iâll give you whatever you want, baby. Anything.âÂ
You kept whining and begging, she had to lean away from you to get her shorts and tank off- you took your underwear off yourself. It felt like forever, but her hands were back on you again and you forgot she ever left. Her words clouded your head, consuming you entirely.Â
âCome on, baby. Talk to me.â
You stayed silent, unable to form a thought and Natasha smiled down at you condescending.Â
âOh, is my little angel to dumb to talk?â She cooed. âYou just need your mommy don't you. You need me to tell you what to do, huh? Oh, sweet girl.â
She got back on top of you, and oh dear was she wetter than you were. Her cunt pressed against yours and both your eyes shut. Her mouth opened and she started rubbing herself against your pussy. Moans filled the room and you realised it wasn't just yours.
As her hand came and gripped at your neck, you turned your head to look at the television. Carol was going down Thereseâs body, going to eat her cunt. You looked back at Natasha and she leaned forward into you, your tits pressing together. Her nipples were so incredibly hard and you could feel them against yours. A gush of wetness came in between your thighs and the older woman could notice.
âYou like that, angel.â You couldnât tell if she meant what you and her were doing, or what Carol was doing to Therese but you nodded. âIâm going to eat you out so good one day, mommy is going to make your body hers.â Your moans started to get shorter and higher as she humped against you faster, a hand cradling the back of your head so your foreheads were together again. âMaybe i'll do it when your dads home , make you all quiet for me. Are you a naughty girl for me, baby?â
You screamed and opened your mouth so she could get one of her hands to hold your jaw open. Her tongue licked at your lips and she spat directly into your mouth.
âMommy needs to cum on you first, wanna cum in you, baby Oh, i wish i could cum in you, fill you up with me. Mommy needs to be in her sweet girl, make you all mine. You wanna be mine donât you, all mine. Let mommy think for you.â
You were so close- her words only spurring you on. âWant you to fill me up mommy. Wanna feel you inside me.â You choked out.Â
Natasha was close as well, her body was convulsing against yours quicker, and even more desperate. âCum with me, baby. Be a good girl and do as mommy says.â
Screams resonated in Natashas mind and she swore the orgasm that just hit her like a train would never end. Her teeth marked your forehead as she bit into you to try and curve the sheer overwhelming pulsing inbetween her legs. You were no better off, tears seeping through the corner of your eyes as you came against her pussy.
âFuck, fuck- fuck. Oh shit, mommy is coming so hard. That's it.â She spoke you through your orgasm, one hand pressing against your lower stomach. âOh baby, thatâs it - keep coming for mommy.â
Your moans slowed down and she wiped the tears away from your eyes. âSuch a good girl for me, aren't you? Mommys baby.â
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Save a Horse
Tyler Owens x fem!reader
summary: you and your best friend, Tyler decided to test the waters and take your friendship to the next level, unbeknownst to the both of you that youâre in love with each other.
cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v)
The bar was hazy when Tyler walked into it, a line dance already in formation. He didnât even want to be there, but he was trying to make himself actually get out there again. He hadnât been on a date in what felt like ages, so he was a little rusty, but a few beers should have fixed that. Despite his looks, he wasnât very good with the ladies. Any time he would try to flirt, it came off offensive or borderline sexist because he got a little too cocky. But this was his night. He was desperate to get laid, his hand no longer doing the job.
He made a beeline for the bar and ordered a beer, surveying the area for whoever he was going to take home for the night. There were a lot of pretty women and he was trying not to be picky. This was just to get him back out there. The sex didnât have to be good and it certainly didnât have to mean anything.
His eyes locked on a pretty blonde that was on the other side of the bar, barely visible through all of the dancing bodies. She was already staring him down, sipping on a drink with a straw and Tyler was wondering what else she was willing to suck on. He downed half of his beer and made a beeline for her, trying to go around the dancing crowd so as to not get caught in it.
But then he heard something, someone who stopped him in his tracks. He turned his head to the left and sure enough, there you were, arguing with someone like you always seemed to be doing.
You were beautiful. So much so that he couldnât help but stare. You were dressed in a black tank top that was tucked into a pair of very short denim shorts and a pair of black cowboy boots were on your feet. Before he could stop himself, his feet were gaining a mind of their own as they carried him over to you.
He finally stood at your side, but you were paying him no attention, your argument with the stranger still going strong. You looked seconds away from pulling out your earrings and hitting the man. And as much as Tyler knew he should have stopped you, he kind of wanted to see you do it. You had a bad temper you never took out on anyone who didnât deserve it.
âI donât understand why you wonât just give me a chance,â the man said. That seemed to unleash something in you because you stepped closer to him, nothing but fire in your eyes. Tyler wasnât a fan of how he still found you so hot when you got angry. The way your eyes would be filled with fire and your nose would twitch and your mouth would twist as you were trying to decide what you were going to say next.
There were so many times where he wanted to kiss you when he had done something to upset you. Clearly nothing had changed since he was staring directly at your mouth, watching your lips move. They were painted with a red gloss, making them even more inviting. But nothing was coming out of them. The place was loud but not loud enough to where he couldnât hear what you were saying when you were only like a foot away from him.
âMaybe because you slapped my ass?â You replied, surely seconds away from beating this guy up. Tylerâs eyes widened, hurrying to stand beside you before he could stop himself.
âYou did what?â He asked in shock.
âYou bent over to grab a pool ball that fell off the table and youâre saying I wasnât supposed to smack it?â Tyler cracked his knuckles, wanting to hit the guy himself.
âYes,â you and Tyler replied in unison. You turned to him and he looked good. Almost too good. The scruff on his face did him well and the cowboy hat on top of his head looked far better than it should have. His white t-shirt clung to his body and you hated how much his jeans hugged his waist.
You wanted him, and bad. So much so that the man had been the starring lead in your fantasies that you had come up with every night before you went to bed. You had been in love with him for years, wondering why you hadnât asked him out when you had the chance. He was so sweet and caring and you wished that you had been the one he had flirted with when he had a few drinks in him.
âAnd who are you?â Tyler asked, draping an arm over your shoulder. You loved when he got like this, all authoritative, taking control of the situation. If it had been up to you, you would have taken him right then and there.
âWho are you?â The man replied as it he had the right to be angry with either of you. Tyler felt the need to protect you, even though he knew you didnât need saving. He just wanted to drape his arm over your shoulder to let everyone know you were his.
Well, that was what he wanted you to be. You had never gotten to that point and it was all his fault. He had been too afraid to make your friendship something more. He was stuck in the friendzone where he had put himself for years, kicking himself for not asking you out the first night he met you.
âIâm her boyfriend so I suggest you move along before I have Enrique throw you out.â You could take care of yourself just fine, but something about Tyler always jumping in to protect you always made you feel a little wet in your panties.
The man just muttered something under his breath before turning away, not wanting to get kicked out again. With him gone, you turned on your heel, heading back to the bar to order a much needed shot with Tyler hot on your heels.
Tyler couldnât help but let his eyes drop to your ass, and watching it move as you walked in your tight shorts was torture to the man. He always found himself wanting to get a handful for himself, sliding his hands into your back pockets as he kissed you until you were breathless, slipping his tongue into your mouth. Youâd let out a loud moan and heâd grab you by the backs of your legs, helping you wrap them around him-
You stopped at the bar and ordered a drink before turning to face Tyler as shots of tequila were set on the bar, as if the bartender could read your mind. You reached for both and handed one of them to your best friend.
âDrink up, Owens,â you nudged him and you both downed the shots, feeling it burn all the way down. You both slammed the empty glasses down on the bar and you eyed him, wondering what he would have said if you had invited him to the bathroom right that second.
There was something in his eyes that you couldnât quite make out. A look that you didnât recognize in any way, shape or form. They were soft and sweet, just like you remembered. In that moment, you could feel your anger towards him falling away. You could never be mad at him for too long, especially not when you looked into those beautiful green eyes and this time, you could tell that he wasnât trying to use that to his advantage.
âThank you for that,â you said, nodding your head towards where you both had just been. âAnd to thank you, Iâm adding your drinks to my tab.â
âThatâs real sweet, darlinâ, but you donât need to thank me.â That nickname always managed to make you absolutely melt, loving the way it fell from his lips so naturally. âJust your friendship is enough,â he winked.
âOh, shut up,â you went to shove his shoulder, but he was quick to grab your hand, pressing a gentle kiss to it.
âAlright,â he took another sip of his beer. âDance with me,â he said, tilting his head up a little.
âDance with you?â You had no idea what he was talking about, wondering if he was expecting you to read his mind. If you had been able to do that, you definitely wouldnât have been working at the bar part-time.
âYeah,â he nodded, âDance with me as your thank you.â He couldnât be serious.
âYeah, not happening,â you shook your head. One thing you didnât do under any circumstances was dance. A ballet recital gone wrong when you were ten made you swear off the activity entirely, never wanting to be embarrassed like that again.
âNo way.â
âFine,â he took another sip of his beer. âThen Iâll just dance by myself.â He slowly headed to the dancefloor, giving you every opportunity to back out if you didnât want to do it. His hand moved back, his palm facing you as he continued to head to the dance floor, wiggling his digits to get your attention.
You rolled your eyes even though his back was to you and reluctantly put your hand in his. Tyler pulled you out onto the makeshift dance floor and the two of you somehow ended up directly in the center. He was able to quickly pick up the routine while you were left to flounder, moving awkwardly because of your hands that were still attached.
You watched him move so effortlessly, feeling odd being right next to him since you were always there on the sidelines when he was a part of it. Heâd smile at you as you sat at the bar, waving you over, but you always shook your head. But now that you were finally dancing with him, he was hoping that it could become a regular thing.
He liked the way your shoulders would brush when you moved the wrong way and the way youâd squeeze his hand to communicate that you were nervous. You turned the way that you thought you were supposed to go but ended up bumping into Tyler, nothing but a chuckle falling from his lips as he looked down at you.
âFollow me, okay?â He asked and you nodded. âTurn around.â You did as he asked and turned around, your back facing him. His hands slowly moved up to your waist, letting them make a home there. He had touched you there multiple times when he had hugged you, but this was entirely different. So close to the way you had wanted him to touch you, but not nearly enough.
âDo you trust me?â He asked, his lips right by the shell of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. Of course you trusted him. Maybe more than you should have.
âOf course,â you responded with a nod.
âFollow my lead, darlinâ.â It was as if he was trying to drive you crazy. Like he knew the exact effect he had on you. But he had too, right? This was all an elaborate way to get you to admit that you had feelings for him. Well, two could play that game.
You kept in rhythm with him, slowly but surely backing up to him, your ass right up against his crotch. You gingerly began to grind on the spot, resisting the urge to turn and see his reaction. You could tell he was enjoying it just by the way his fingers were digging into your waist.
You moved the two of you out of the way of the dancers and continued to grind on Tyler, your movements still slow, but harder now. You could hear his breathing pick up, feeling his nose brush your jaw, his breath on your neck sending another chill up your spin.
He never thought the two of you would be dancing like this, the movements so sensual and sexy. You knew exactly what you were doing and it was fucking unfair. He could feel his cock hardening and pretty soon, he wouldnât be able to hide it anymore.
âThis isnât the right dance,â he chuckled.
âI know,â you nodded. âBut donât you like this more, Owens? I can feel you getting hard.â Just when you were going to really take it home, you were suddenly turned around, a gasp leaving your mouth at the sudden movement. Your hands landed on his chest and Tylerâs hands rested on your lower back, pulling you as close to him as possible.
You leaned closer to him, your lips brushing his and the man was convinced he was a goner. He could feel your gloss that had transferred to his own lips and wanted it other places, anywhere you could get your lips. He loved the idea of being covered in your kisses, the prints leaving your mark behind.
âDonât start something you canât finish, sugar,â he said, his voice low, raspy. And it was doing wonders for you. He was so hot and you were having a hard time not making a move anymore.
âOh, I fully intend on finishing,â you responded, finally pressing your lips to his. His eyes widened at your actions, but he was quick to melt into you, his lips catching yours slowly.
His arms wrapped around your waist even tighter, pulling you as close to him as possible. Yours wrapped around his neck, your hands running through his hair at the back of his head.
Your head felt like it was swimming, his lips more soft than you could have ever imagined. He tasted like the beer he had been drinking, mixed with something else you couldnât quite make out. It was sweet and sour.
You pulled away before it could get too heated and Tyler admired the lip gloss that had smeared across your face, very tempted to go back in for more. His thumb swiped across your cheek to help get rid of it, but that didnât seem to help, only smearing it further.
The weight of what you had done was catching up to you. You had just kissed your best friend. You had just kissed your best friend and you liked it. You had only gotten a taste but now you wanted more. All of him. You wanted to finally make your fantasies a reality.
And you couldnât. You couldnât do that without completely complicating your friendship and you really liked what the two of you had. It was really nice at first, to have a friend without all of the âfeelingsâ bullshit, but now you had actually fallen for him. And hard.
âFuck,â the word fell from Tylerâs lips, his voice somehow getting even more raspy, making you even more wet. God, you really were fucked, and not in the way you wanted to be.
âDo you wanna take this out to my truck?â You asked, your hands lazily moving up and down his back.
âIâd love to take this out to your truck,â he replied, pressing his lips to yours before paying your bills and leading you out of the bar, his arm wrapping protectively around your waist.
You rifled through your purse, looking for your keys and found them before unlocking your truck. Tyler opened the driverâs seat door for you before helping you into it. He then closed the door and rounded the hood before getting into his own seat.
You peeled out of the parking lot and sped down the road, thankful for how late it was so there was little traffic. Your heart pounded as you pulled into what looked like an abandoned parking lot.
Why you were scared of what you were about to do, you didnât know. Tyler was sweet and you knew that he would do whatever he could to make you comfortable. He was nothing but a sweetheart and would make you feel good, stopping at nothing to do so.
You put the car in park and turned it off before turning toward Tyler. You stared at each other, the only thing that could be heard was the radio playing a soft country song. You turned the volume up to attempt to drown out your thoughts. What the hell were you doing? You didnât know, but you were fully prepared to dive right in.
Tyler reached out, placing a hand on your cheek before pulling your face closer to his, his lips ghosting over yours, almost as if he was afraid to go for it. That confidence from the bar completely evaporated into the air.
You took the lead, pressing your lips to his, your movements more rushed and rough as you nipped at his bottom lip. He let out a little whine and that was enough to make you absolutely soaked.
Rain pattered against the car as you slotted your lips together once more before pulling away. You climbed over the center console and placed yourself into his lap, straddling him.
Tyler looked up at you, his pupils blown and his lips smeared with your lipgloss. It was an adorable sight and you hated how good he looked in that goddamn hat. You took the hat off of his head and put it on your own, moving your head this way and that, modeling it for him.
âHow do I look?â You asked, turning your head to the side and he just laughed.
âYou look good,â he nodded.
âAs good as you?â
âEven better,â he replied, pulling you in for another kiss, removing the hat from your head and setting it on the driverâs seat.
He slipped his tongue into your mouth, letting it swirl around yours and a moan fell from your lips at the sensation. His hands slipped into your back pockets, giving your ass a squeeze and you gasped into his mouth which only made him do it again.
You began to grind against him as your tongues tangled together and you could hear a groan in the back of his throat. The whole thing was overstimulating for him, there was no way he was going to ask you to stop any time soon.
Your hands rested on his chest as you kissed him, this one slow and gentle, as if you two had all the time in the world, and right there, in that abandoned parking lot, you did. Your tongues tangled as you continued to grind into him, your underwear getting soaked as you felt his dick forming a tent in his pants.
Tylerâs hands moved to your shorts as you reached down on the side of the seat in search of the lever that leaned it back. You found it with ease and leaned the chair back as far as it would go as you let Tyler take what he wanted from you, you pliant to his every move.
You both struggled to pull down your shorts, laughing because of how small the space was. Maybe there was a reason why neither of you ever did this kind of thing. He got them down to your ankles and you moved so he could take off his jeans, his belt buckle making a clattering noise as it hit the tops of his boots.
You both removed your shirts and Tyler eyed the black lacy number you were wearing. His hand moved up to run over the fabric of the tops of the cups, his fingers brushing your skin every so slightly.
âLike what you see?â You asked, leaning down a little so he could get a better look at your cleavage. And you had him right where you wanted him, catching him staring right at it. You scooted up so that they were right in front of his face and he brought his lips to the skin, pressing a soft to it.
He then moved up, his lips now connected with your neck, his tongue swiping back and forth as he began to suck. You moved your head to give him more access and that caused him to nip at your skin, another gasp falling from your lips.
âSo good,â you moaned, your eyes shutting. He continued to work, having every intention of creating a hickey right there underneath your ear. He licked and sucked, pulling the most delicious moans from your mouth.
To test the water, he grazed the skin with his teeth and you moaned loudly, reaching your orgasm. God, you were so fucking hot, the way you were able to make the most pretty sounds and look pretty while doing it. The sweat already forming on your skin, making you look absolutely irresistible.
You helped him get his underwear down and realized there was no going back as he cock sprang free from it. It was hard as a rock and probably the biggest you had ever seen. Who knew that your best friend was packing so much? Clearly you didnât.
You pulled a condom from your purse and rolled it onto his cock before placing yourself on top of it, both of you moving awkwardly as you got used to each other in that way. Your hands rested on his shoulder as his head went to your waist, helping you move, riding him slowly.
You picked up the pace, and Tyler couldnât help but watch you, feeling himself getting close just by looking at you. The cause of his wet dreams right on top of him, almost convincing him that he had been in one.
He let out a moan of his own and you looked down at him, your eyes darkening as you did so. You had barely even done anything as he already looked blissed out. This had to be a record. Knowing that you could do that to someone gave you so much power and you got more confident, moving as fast and as hard as you could.
Tyler let out another moan, his own scream climbing up his throat, his fingers digging into your waist, surely forming bruises. His head was back against the headrest, his eyes shut tight as another scream ripped through him, his breathing labored.
His hands moved up your back, his nails gliding down it, leaving scratches and your back arched at the movement, reaching your own orgasm. But you stayed there, seeing if you could get one more from him before taking a break before going for round two.
âHoly shit,â he moaned. âYou really know what youâre doing,â he said through breaths.
His hands scratched up your back as you watched him, seeing that he was close again. A final loud moan fell from his lips and you slowed down your pace but kept moving, another orgasm rolling through you.
You sat there, staring at each other, your chests rising and falling as you did so. You never thought you would have ever gotten to that place with Tyler, but there you were, sitting on top of his dick, having just had the best sex of your life. And it hadn't even lasted that long.
âI have an idea. And hear me out, okay?â He asked, his hands moving up and down your arms lazily.
âOkay.â
âWhat if-what I want you to be the only one I sleep with?â Your eyes widened at his words, but you had to admit that you loved the idea. There was no way you could fuck anyone else after that. He had ruined you for any other man.
âOh, so like friends with benefits?â So you didnât understand. That wasnât what he wanted at all. He wanted you to be his. Solely exclusive with him. His girlfriend. The one he went to bed with every night and woke up to every morning.
âI love you, y/n,â he said, sitting up, taking you into his arms, looking you in the eyes so you knew he was serious. This wasnât exactly how he had planned on telling you, but he supposed that this was a good a time as any.
âI love you too, Tyler,â you replied, pressing your lips to his, this kiss sweeter than the others, both of you smiling into it. âBe mine?â
âOh, darlinâ,â he let out a chuckle, pressing another kiss to your lips. âI always was.â
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"my eyes burn,rafey..." you whine,tugging at his shirt while he sits on the couch,selling drugs you don't even wanna know about.
"I told you to not wear contacts tonight and you still went and did that,so I don't wanna hear anything." Looking down at the bands of cash as he counts them before putting them in his pocket. "but my head really hurts and the music Is loud-" "and what do you want me to do? tell them to lower it down cause the princess over here is sick?"
You hated when he got like this,way too mean after snorting coke all day long. "you're being mean...stop it." Searching through your bag for the tiny container of the contacts you pull it out, carefully wiping your hand with a wet wipe before removing the contacts from your eyes as you sigh in relief,closing the lids before throwing the container back in the bag; this time searching for your glasses.
"rafe,do I look stupid?" You ask,gazing at him with your glasses now sitting on top of your face and a small pout on your lips. "you don't look stupid,but you are for asking such a dumb question- you're the prettiest girl,yeah?" Tugging you closer with an arm wrapped around your shoulders,before pressing a kiss to your head.
"I'll finish selling and then we can leave if you really want to,okay? "okay..." Nodding at his words as you look around the party.
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A couple of hours later you find yourself in the bathroom of his room,wiping away your makeup off before proceeding with your skincare routine as Rafe stands at the doorway,only a pair of sweatpants on his body.
"feeling better,kid?" He asks,moving over you as he wraps his arms around your waist. "not really,Advil is not working." Turning around after you finish your rituals, you smile a bit. "hi daddy" "hi angel..." Pulling you closer as his chest flush against yours,grabbing your chin as he smirks "too tired tonight?" "a bit...don't feel really like doing anything crazy-"
"you're gonna let me eat it?" Gasping out loud you hide into his chest,giggling quietly. "yeah...fine,but nothing else-"
Making an instant move as he hoists you up in his arms,sitting you on the counter of the bathroom,pressing your lips together hungrily. "fuck,yeah yeah- just let me taste you" Running a hand over your cami top as he squeeze at your left tit,moving his mouth lower as he sucks on the skin of your neck. "you smell so good" "it's the perfume you bought me for valentine's day" Smiling as he pulls down your top,latching his mouth on your nipple as his other hand move slowly on your shorts,pressing on your clothed clit. "no panties right? you know I don't like those on when we're at home"
Shaking your head with a yelp,you grab his hair pulling a bit "rafe-" "I know I know...I got you darling" Pulling down your shorts he smiles,sitting on his knees on the cold floor of the bathroom as he grabs at your ass cheeks,bringing you closer to his face. "Bon appétit" He mumbles before diving in.
Pressing his mouth on you as he basically makes out with your heat, sneaking a finger into your needy hole as his mouth sucks on your clit. "fuck- rafe.." "yeah,I know I know baby,I got you." Adding a second finger as his tongue licks everything he possibly can,savoring your juices as he loudly slurps making you almost embarrassed if it wasn't for the fact he was giving you the best head ever. "you're gonna cum for me baby and you're gonna do it loud and hard" Nodding as you grind your heat on him,his nose bumping deliciously on your clit making you moan out loud,pulling at his scalp "daddy- fuck, right there"
Keeping his rhythm steady his fingers curls into your spongy spot, making your head tilt backwards as your hand blindly searches for your glasses "rayray...my glasses,wanna see you.." Looking up at you,he uses his free hand to take your glasses from the counter,not stopping any motion as he puts them on your face. "thank you" Fixing them a bit, you look back down at him as his hand moves back down your throat,squeezing a bit before stopping back on your boob,pinching at your nipple.
With the final stimulation you scream "m cumming,fuck fuck!" Pushing his face more into you,you cum loudly closing your eyes in pure bliss as he slows the movement of his fingers, pressing a final kiss to your clit before coming back up. Wiping the juice off his face with a hand before sticking the same fingers into your mouth,making you gag as you lick them clean. "how's that sweetie? your headache gone?" "what headache?"
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sleep talking âą lee minho
MDNI 18+
WC: 795
Synopsis: in the teen vogue interview the members said that minho sleep-talks and soooo well my brain decided to spew this outâŠ
Tags: pure smut, afab!reader, needy!minho, unprotected sex (be safe please), fingering, use of pet names (baby, love, etc), minho had a wet dream while sleep talking, established relationship, parasomnia, sleep talking, grinding, cockwarming(?), lwk dry humping, oneshot
You unlock the door of your apartment quietly, unsure if your boyfriend was asleep or not. You sneakily walked through the kitchen, leaving your bag and accessories on the counter top. A small purr caught your attention, you turn to your right and see Dori rustling around on the cat tower, he cuddles next to Doongie who doesnât flinch when Soongiâs foot twitches and smacks him in the face.
You smile at your babies before creaking the bedroom door open, peeking inside seeing Minho curled up in the bed, his arms holding onto your pillow. You smile softly at him before slipping into the room, gently closing the door behind. Youâre too tired to shower today and decide to just shower in the morning. After you change into your pajamas, you attempt to wiggle the pillow that Minho grasps.
âNo, don't go.â Minho mumbled quietly, âI love you.â His grasp on the pillow tightens, pulling it closer, causing you to be pulled on top of him. The moment he felt an extra weight on him, Minhoâs arms wrapped around you, holding you as if you were the pillow. âSo soft.â He muttered. You smiled at the sleeping boy, Minho tended to sleeptalk, it was endearing hearing him talk out loud while he was dreaming. You plant a small kiss on his forehead. His face scrunched up, groaning as you finally pushed the pillow out from between your bodies.
âMmâŠneed it.â Minho grunted, you look at him, assuming he meant the pillow, but as you snuggle back into his hold you realize what he meant. Something poked at your front once you settled in. Your eyes shoot open as you feel him start grinding against your body. âShit.â You sigh under your breath, âNeed it.â Minho whimpered as his hands instinctively started roaming your body.
Your mind is filled with the temptation of taking him right now, but Minho being asleep made you rethink your wants. He stirs awake, his hips still rutting against yours. âLove, please.â Your eyes meet his, which have fluttered open slightly. You feel your cheeks warm up as his hands squeeze your ass. âBabyâŠplease.â He pleaded, now fully awake.
âFuck,â You moan softly as his hand comes around the front and touches your warm cunt. Minho gave you pleading eyes, his clothed cock rubbing against your pelvis. You nod at him giving him the go-ahead, the both of you were too tired to do this right, so he shakily moved your loose pajama shorts to the side as well as your panties. His calloused fingers flicking at your clit before sliding between your slick folds. You squeeze your eyes shut in pleasure as two of his fingers slip inside your leaking hole. Minhoâs thumb sloppily rubbing circles on your clit.
After a few minutes of Minho stretching you out, you spread your legs, nudging him with your knee that you are ready. Minho took your hint and shakily took his hard cock out of his sweatpants. He swung your legs over his hip as the two of you laid there. Minho aligned hs cock to your wet cunt and slid the tip in slowly until he bottomed out. You laid there, the feeling of his warmth filling you up sent more arousal down your leg. Every now and then one of you would move or grind your hips into each other.
âFeel so warm.â Minho sighed as he buried his head in your neck, leaving kitten licks on your collarbone. You moaned softly as his teeth grazed over your skin. He suddenly started pumping himself slowly into you. Small whines slipped from your mouth as he sensually moved out of you. Minhoâs grunts in your ear were enough to send you over the edge, but you held off. His hand came down to play with your ass once again. âSo good.â You whimpered as his other hand played with your clit.
âLove you.â Minho whined against your skin. âLove you too Min.â Your fingers dug into his back
Minho started leaving kisses up your neck until he reached your lips. The kiss was messy and uncoordinated, but neither of you cared, both too exhausted. Minhoâs pace slightly sped up as he neared his climax, his fingers continuously assaulting your clit. âMin,â You cried quietly as you felt your orgasm hit you. He continued thrusting himself into you, though you whimpered at the overstimulation, âI know love,â He cooed, âalmost there.â
A few thrusts later he filled you up. He slipped out of you, reaching over for the tissues that sat on the bedside table. Cleaning himself and your body up slowly as you laid there for him. Within ten minutes the two of you were out. Peacefully snuggled into each other.
#skz#stray kids#skz imagines#stray kids imagines#smut#lee know x reader#lee minho x reader#lee know smut#Lee minho smut#Lee minho#Lee know#skz smut#stray kids smut#skz hard thoughts#skz hard hours#stray kids hard thoughts#stray kids hard hours#lee know hard thoughts#lee know hard hours#lee minho hard thoughts#oneshot
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biker!haechan as your boyfriend who youâre mad at (but are you, really?)
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: fluff fluff fluff fluff & a very sexy biker!lee haechan
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âi know youâre mad at me angel, but please. hold onto me, or youâre gonna fall off.â your boyfriend pleads as he glances at you for a quick second through the rear-view mirror of his bike.
âno.â
your answer is simple and sweet bitter. a classic sign for him to know how upset you actually are at him, no matter how silly or random the reason may be.
and see, the thing is, in a room full of stubborn people, you would be superior. that is one thing both you and haechan have known for a long time.
so it didnât matter how sweetly he talked to you right now, if youâre upset, you are upset.
âbabe.â
you can hear the frustration in his voice, and that pisses you even more because, how can he be frustrated?
you are.
you were furious.
he was the one who had been all careless about driving on your way to the cafĂ© by speeding and doing those careless stunts with his damned bike to apparently âshow off his amazing skillsâ, and on top of that, he was also the one who then proceeded to smile a little too unnecessarily sweetly and be a little too unnecessarily friendly to the new pretty friend of chenle, whom you guys had met on your group hangout today.
of course, those were reasons to be mad.
right?
because he was quite shameless about it too. complimenting her right in front of your face and thinking you didnât catch him side-eyeing you every 2 seconds to see your reaction everytime he interacted with her?
you found him utterly annoying.
most of the time, it was affectionately, but today, your patience had been running short and he had pushed your buttons too far.
your boyfriend was aware of that, and he thought it quite cute, actually.
however, riding the bike as his pillion rider while being on that current speed of the bike could be quite dangerous, and he only wanted to assure your safety in that moment.
âjust focus on driving, haechan. i wonât fall offâ
âbaby, you will.â
âoh my god,â you groan out in annoyance. he really wouldnât stop.
âi said i wonât. you know what? lookââ
his consistent âhold on to meâs eventually get on your nerves in your already sour mood, and you decide it would be best to just prove it to him;
show him that nothing will happen at allâfor onceâso that he can shut his pretty mouth up and get you both home quietly and hopefully, try to then make it up to you there.
and to do just that, you start trying to completely detach your body from his.
you just saw absolutely no need to hold onto him like he was pushing you to do.
you let your hands fly in the air as you shift back on your seat, away from him, to show him that heâs overreacting and youâre really not going toâ
it takes about half and a quarter second for the furious wind to hit you harshly, rolling in along with the fast velocity of the bike, and youâre almost sent flying back off the vehicle.
almost.
in that panicked state of mind, you latch onto haechanâs back instantly, grabbing onto him like your life depended on it.
and it did, actually, for a second there.
your mind becomes so frenzied for a moment; you almost missed how, the moment you shifted away from him, he slowed down and one of his hands immediately flew back to reach you, in an attempt to hold you and pull you back to keep you safe and steady.
then, thereâs a moment of silence.
thereâs a painfully long moment of silence; only the rumbles of the engine of the bike to be heard.
you try to process what had just happened and how you just quite literally just embarrassed yourself with all the confidence you had about around 10 seconds ago, while he takes his time to calm himself down and steady himself and the bike after knowing youâre still there behind him.
the loud quietness is humiliating until he finally breaks it.
â...are you okay?â his voice comes out a little shaky as if, after the initial panic, heâs now trying to bite back a laugh, and you know heâs looking at you through the bikeâs mirror again, with that stupid smirk etched onto his face.
âyes.â
this time, too, somehow, your reply is short and bitter sweet, and biker!haechan finds you absolutely adorable as you very slowly sneak your hands up his chest from the back in a tight hold, sticking closer to him, while you try your absolute best to not face him.
only for your own safety purposes, of course.
becauseâ fine, alright. maybe he was not all that wrong when heâd instructed you. youâd tried to prove him wrong, and nature had just done you the other way around.
and frustratingly, yet once again, he thinks you donât hear him when he stifles a laugh right in front of you.
âshut up. donât.â
you mumble out, in poor attempt to keep up with the anger instead of the embarrassment that was swallowing you up right now.
but youâre really just pouting in the backseat and your boyfriend knows that.
you donât know whether you want to jump off this damned bike willingly yourself now, or if you want to hide your face in his back and never show yourself again.
âmm. didnât, angel.â
and you hate how you can hear that cocky smile on his face without having to look at him as he speaks.
dumb, dumb, and stupidly hot lee donghyuck.
you loathe him, and both of you know how true that stands.
âare you hungry? we can grab some takeout from that place you liked last time.â his voice is sweet as it always is, as he suggests.
but your mind is still a fuzzy swirl of embarrassment and irritation at him from earlier, and it ends up speaking something completely against your actual wants.
âno iâm fine.â
âbaby,â he smiles softly as he glances at you once more, âis that your anger talking or you?â
ââŠâ
âyou donât want that beef soup ramen from that place?â
âno, i donât.â
and he just knows from your tone that youâre sulking behind him as you say this, your mind screaming something else completely.
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âyou want something to drink too?â
haechan asks exactly 17 minutes later as you both stand to order your ramen and chicken wings.
what had you been mad at him about, again?
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