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y0urm4m · 3 months

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!Needy / clingy Matt!

Head cannons

A/N: I’ll be honest these have been rotting in my drafts for a while I just made them look cute and edited them. Also in most of these I’d personally say Matt is portrayed as a sub!

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(Nickname use ‘baby’ I think like once or twice and smut ahead!)

1. ✮ ‘clingy Matt! when your on a call with a friend’ -

“No I’m free tonight.” I mumble into my phone. Matt friend wrapping his arms around my waist, his hips gently rocking against thigh as he looks up at me. “I’ll call you back later,” I sigh ending the phone.

“Such a clingy boy.” I murmur down to Matt, he let out a soft whimper as he rocked his hips against my thigh even faster.

“D..don’t want you to go out tonight.” He mumbled against my chest. More moans and whimpers spilling from his soft, lips as his pre-cum leaked through his pj pants.

The rest of the day consisted with Matt begging me to stay home, I eventually gave in and stayed home. Matt’s hands never leaving my body as he clung onto me like his life depended on it.

2. ✮ ‘needy Matt! when you’re trying to work online but he wants you to touch him’ -

“Matt I’m trying to work.” I say softly as I continue to concentrate on my computer, the sound of the keyboard clicking filling my ears.

He shuffled in his seat, trying to soothe his bulging erection which was being strained by his jeans. “Please touch me, ‘need you so badly.” He whined, trying to convert my attention to him. “I need to finish this by tonight, m’sorry.” I say apologetically as I continue typing on the computer.

He slowly moved even closer towards me. “Please I need you so bad, you can work again after. I promise I’ll leave you alone.” He said pleadingly.

I sighed before spinning my chair around to face him. “Pull your jeans down.” I ordered, tapping his thigh. Matt’s eyes lit up as he instinctively unzipped his jeans, pulling his boxers down as well.

I slowly pumped his rock hard dick, before swirling my tongue lazily around his leaky tip.

His lips parted as incoherent words left his lips, his hands rested on the back of my head as he slowly threaded them through my hair.

“Your mouth feels so good around me,” he whimpered as he neared the edge of his release already.

I picked up the pace, bobbing my head up and down his length as my manicured nails raked up his thighs.

“Thank you so much.” He moaned, throwing his head back as he finally got the sexual relief he longed for.

I smiled softly, swallowing his load as I spun my chair back around and immediately returned to my online work.

3. ✮ ‘clingy! Matt when you guys are watching a film.’

Me and Matt where sat on the couch watching a movie he had desperately begged me to watch.

Well I was watching the movie, Matt was currently begging me to cuddle with him.

“C’mon then,” I giggled, opening my arms invitingly.

His eyes lit up as he immediately moved closer to me, wrapping his arms around my waist and nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck.

“Hey I thought you wanted to watch this film, hm?” I added looking down at him. “I did but I also wanted to cuddle.” He mumbled into the crook of my neck.

I turned my focus back to the film, Matt on the other hand didn’t, he eventually fell asleep his face still pressed into the crook of my neck.

4. ✮ ‘needy! Matt when he wants to make you feel good’ -

His hips gently thrust against mine as I throw my head back and let out a moan.

“Makin me feel so good, baby.” I praise him in which causes him to let out a loud moan as he picks up the pace of his thrusts. My manicured nails raked up him back, as I pressed down making small crescent moon indents on his skin.

“M’so close.” I moaned, the band in my stomach getting ready to snap at any given moment. “Please cum, wanna know how good I’m making you feel.” He whimpered, his hips snapping against mine.

“Mph- shit I’m cumming.” I moaned, my legs quivering as they tightened around Matt’s waist. As soon as I came, Matt let out a loud groan releasing ribbons of white inside my gummy walls.

5. ✮ ‘clingy! Matt when you’re both laying down for a nap’ -

Matt nuzzled his face into my chest, breathing in my scent. I nuzzled my own face into the pillow under my head as I slowly closed my eyes.

“Y/n..” Matt whispered, tugging at my his t-shirt. “Hm?” I said half-asleep and half-awake. “C..can I?” He asked tugging on the T-shirt even more.

I slowly nodded my head in my sleepy state as he pulled my T-shirt just high enough so he could latch his mouth around my hardening nipple.

“mmm, night.” He mumbled against my chest. “Night, baby.” I whispered, closing my eyes as I slowly fell asleep.

He eagerly suckled on my nipple as his eyes fluttered shut and he eventually fell into a deep slumber, his lips parting as they released my nipple from his grasp.

6. ✮ ‘Clingy! Matt when he desperately doesn’t want to stop eating you out.’ -

I gently tugged on Matt’s soft, brunette locks as he swirled his tongue around my sensitive clit.

I had came a few times already but Matt was desperate for more.

He lapped and sucked at my sensitive bundle of nerves causing me to let out more and more moans.

My sounds were like music to his ears as he eagerly continued.

His hips rutted against the mattress, trying the soothe the sexual ache in his pants as he devoured me like his last meal.

“G..gonna cum.” I moan, my eyes fluttering shut as my legs began closing around Matt’s head.

Once I had realised I was practically squeezing Matt’s head I unclenched my legs.

He looked up at me, his mouth covered in my juices, that lazy smile that I loved so dearly portrayed on his face before he dived straight back in between my thighs.

A/N: I will confess I’ve never written head cannons in my life, so if these eat ass I’m sorry 😪

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81folklore · 1 year

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this is me trying - CL16

pairing: charles leclerc x small!singer!reader (fc: olivia rodrigo)

summary: after a twitter thread was made talking about the struggles you faced in a horrible way, you release a song you wrote with charles to talk about it

authors note: i am in no way saying olivia has struggled with or is dealing with anything mentioned in this story. this song means alot to me as someone who struggles with both addiction and my mental health so if im projecting..no one needs to know😁 i honestly have no clue how this is going to turn out but we will see. anything in bold italics is french

warnings: talks of addiction, depression, anxiety and suicide. alcohol addiction, drugs and self harm are all mentioned. the topics of this is me trying are mentioned, for obvious reasons but in a more personally focused way (if that makes sense). unwarrented hate (?). nothing really goes into detail but just regular warnings, please reach out to someone if you are struggling!!

authors note 2: i had to dust this one off and I HATE IT. its literally my least favorite work ive ever done so please feel free to keep scrolling😭😭 i just kept projecting by accident and it honestly kind of got out of hand. im also SO BAD with my wording so i have no clue if any of it sounds how i wanted it too!!

authors note 3: after reading it over i realised i never actually explained what i was talking about in the song thread so quickly, charles’ and yn split for a short period after yn started shutting him out, she spoke to someone (the stranger) who helped her start to extend the branches back out to charles and they got back together around 11 ish months before the song was released!! the fans never knew why they broke up, there was some speculation but most of it was dropped when they got back toegther

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good food, yummy people😋

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arthur_leclerc: you mean good people yummy food right?

yourusername: suuure😁

charles_leclerc: beautiful girl

yourusername: love you!!

user7: what is charles doing in the 5th picture😭😭

yourusername: he dropped his airpod😭

user10: girl have you seen twitter…

user75: charles run as fast as you can

user2: there is no way charles knew he’d never be with someone like that💀

user10: what and he’d be with someone like you??

user6: wait what is happening in these comments what happened on twitter?

user7: someone made a thread ‘exposing’ yn but its just a bunch of bullshit that his fans are using because they dont like yn

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studio time with baeee💋💋

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charles_leclerc: my favorite musician💐

charles_leclerc: i love you so much

yourusername: you mean the world to me charlie

pierregasly: kika wants to know if she can come next time

yourusername: tell her to text me so we can arrange it!!

user73: oh my god new music soon

user64: does this mean charles is on her new music?!

yourusername: maybeee

user64: GIRL DONT TEASE US LIKE THIS

user99: im so sorry about whats happening on twitter you dont deserve that

user2: yes she does

arthur_leclerc: can you tell charles to stop talking about your music when im not allowed to hear it, please🙏

yourusername: sorry arthur!! wanna come for a car ride and listen to it with us??

arthur_leclerc: please please please

user82: yn and charles taking arthur on a car ride to listen to her new song, oh what if i cried😭😭

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*text in first picture reads: 🤍🤍* *text in second picture reads: so unbelievably proud of my sister*

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if you had told me a year ago that not only would i still be here but i would be releasing a song talking about the darkest times of my life with the love of my life by my side i would never have believed you.

throughout the past few months i have revisited times of my life i wish i could have left behind but ive learnt that accepting that this is a part of me now is important in my journey of moving forwards, and in moving forwards ive learnt that my struggles do not define me and i wont be embarrassed by things that have affected me

sometimes i wish i could go back and erase that part of my life, erase the way i felt, erase the way i treated the people i loved the most. but i cant, and i wont let people belittle me for that time anymore

if you have struggled in the past or are struggling today, you are not alone. its a cliche thing to say but i promise you at least one other person will be experiencing the feelings your feeling, you may not know them, you may never know them but you are not alone, you never have been and you never will be

you are not weak for struggling, you are not weak for finding ways to cope, no matter what they may be, you are not weak for shutting people out and you are not weak for reaching out for help, no matter how little you think you need it. you deserve help, no matter how small your problems may seem to you, you are worthy of being safe, you are worthy of being happy

i never thought i would release a song highlighting those times for me, but i wanted anyone whose been through these things to know that i love you and i will always love you; this is me trying out now on all platforms❤️‍🩹

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arthur_leclerc: i am so so proud of you, you deserve all the happiness in the world

charles_leclerc: you mean the world to me, i am so proud of what you have achieved and i will be by your side forever and always

yourusername: charlie i hold so much love for you i feel like i may explode

user55: ive been struggling with an addiction for a while, i cannot express the way this song feels. just, thank you so much

yourusername: im right beind you darling, i believe in you❤️‍🩹

user81: i fear if i listen to this anywhere outside of the comfort of my room i will break down in tears

user93: 🩵🩵

user42: I😭JUST😭WANTED😭YOU😭TO😭KNOW😭THAT😭THIS😭IS😭ME😭TRYING😭

sebastianvettel: im so proud of you yn, come visit with charles soon sweetheart

yourusername: dropping everything and coming right now

lewishamilton: 💜💜

yourusername: hi lewis🤭🤭

user70: YN HELP😭😭 (just like me fr)

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*text on first photo reads: i hold so much love for you🩷* *text on second photo reads: my bestest friend in the entire universe🩵*

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starkeysprincess · 17 days

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unfortunately i’m too much of a sub to be into pegging BUT what if you just wanted rafe to feel so good like he makes you feel so you try to convince him to wear a butt plug while he fucks you 🙈 he’d make you choke on his cock while he lubed the plug and gently sink it into himself but soon he’s cumming harder than he ever had before and only then letting you hold him while he came down from his high now determined to fuck you and make you cum faster than him next time 🙂‍↕️

i’m also far too much of a sub so I get it 😭 this is my first time writing something like this + pls keep in mind this is merely a thought i was sent warnings: face fucking, mention + use of butt plug, 18+ mdni

when you first brought it up to rafe, he was in disbelief, "you want me to wear what?".

you'd be pouting at him, batting your lashes as you used the nickname you knew he loved hearing, "c'mon rafey, please, wanna make you feel good".

"yeah? could make me feel good by taking my cock down that pretty throat" he snickered, hand threading through your hair, pulling your head back, the tip of his cock rubbing against your plump lips before shoving his length into your warm, wet mouth.

his hand gripped the back of your head, pushing your head further down, pulling gags from you. your hands rested on his thighs, holding on as he thrust harshly up into your mouth as your drool coated his dick, running down to his balls.

your gags filled his room, tears welling in your eyes as you struggled to breathe through your nose, "shit, you look so good chokin' on my cock...just like that" rafe groaned.

his hips snap up against your face, your nose hitting against his happy trail with every thrust. curses leave his mouth when your throat constricts around him, "fuck baby".

his free hand pushing his bangs out of his face, panting lightly as he feels his orgasm getting closer.

he couldn't help but let his mind wander, curiosity getting the best of him as he stared at the object lying near him on the edge of his bed, your words "wanna make you feel good" replaying like a broken record in his head.

rafe's hand had a mind of its own, reaching for the plug and the bottle of lube. his thumb pushing the lid of the bottle up, squirting the lube onto his palm before coating the entirety of the plug.

he lifts his hips, his tip hitting the back of your throat as he guides the plug toward his puckered hole. the lube allows him to slowly push the plug further, stretching himself and letting out a small groan.

his balls tighten at the combination of you choking on his cock and the top of the plug hitting a spot deep inside him.

“oh fuck…” rafe moans, jaw slacking, his body tingling at the sensation and his cock pulses in your mouth. his thighs trembling against your palms and his vision clouding as his eyes roll to the back of his skull.

“fuck, ‘m gonna cum, baby” your pussy throbbing at his little whimper and you could feel his body shaking as he his orgasm hits him hard, thick ropes of cum spilling down your throat.

his cock slips out of your mouth as he pulls you off, pulling you onto his lap, burying his face into the crook of your neck as he catches his breath, “shit, think that was the hardest I’ve ever came” he chuckles softly.

“told you it’d make you feel good” you murmur, running your hand through his hair soothingly, “guess I should listen to you more often, huh?”.

“now it’s my turn to make you feel good, gonna have you screaming and crying f’me by the time ‘m done with you”.

#mail ˖⋆࿐໋#anon asks <3 #rafe prompt ;༊#rafe cameron #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron blurb #rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron obx #rafe cameron drabble #rafe cameron x y/n

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raainberry · 2 months

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Hallway Rush

Sana x gn!reader

« silly series - 17 »

synopsis - just you and sana being the epitome of the honeymoon phase

wordcount - 725

T/W - None just fluff and kinda (highkey) very sappy

A/N - back to our regularly scheduled program, its been too long🤭

It’s exhilarating. Being with Sana.

The way she holds your hand, her fingers tight and intertwined with yours. The red nails looked pretty on her, pressing and picking at your skin as she tried to keep up with you.

This sprint down the street and up to her place had her heart racing yours while your feet raced the sun. It had already set, you just wanted to beat the moon to the sky, see the stars in her eyes.

The fading light bathed your laughter, both echoing off the walls, blending with the sound of your footsteps and the shadows they cast.

Every step you took, every glance you gave heightened your senses. The blood in your veins was burning, speeding and spreading through your cheeks. It hurt, tugging and straining the muscle but you couldn’t stop smiling. Either of you.

You could feel the pull extending beyond the bounds of your bodies, reaching the ones in your minds. Your thoughts roamed free there, all consumed and centered around each other, drawing you closer with every passing day.

The momentum carried you both forward. As soon as her front door came into sight, you acted on a habit. Pulling on her hand and pressing her against the wall right next to it. The same one that separated her apartment from that angry neighbor of hers.

Her breath hitched, caught in her throat and off guard despite the familiar move. Skin flushed, eyes sparkling, looking into yours and finding herself glowing in them.

The world stopped, obeying the pause you’d started to catch your breath. Nothing, no one was around but the two of you, leaving only time to slow down. To bend to your will, just to get one more second of this moment.

The heat seemed to comply, sticking to your skin, stuck in the air you had trouble finding as you closed the space keeping you away from her. You could feel your heartbeat in your ears, muffling the sound of her shallow breathing—all your senses were mixed up, nothing made sense anymore except her.

“Stay with me?” She said, her hands drawing your eyes down to her nails again, now clutching your shirt.

You looked back into her eyes, your breaths and smiles mingling. “Like I’d wanna go anywhere.”

“Even if I’m there?” Her eyes looked for yours, wide and teasing, almost curious. A subtle bite of her bottom lip, the one you’ve been eyeing this whole time.

“Only if you’re there,” you grinned, inches away from her giggles.

Her hands climbed up to your collar, pulling you to finally close the distance. Quick pecks, chasing and pulling each other for more. They all melted into a deep warmth you could feel in the pit of your stomach. Her hands moved higher to thread through your hair, gently pulling you even closer and setting your lungs on fire

The world around you seemed to blur and fade—until it all became real and sharp again. Time was up.

Heavy footsteps echoed down the hallway, and it was your turn to freeze. Sana’s breath hitched as she recognized the old man’s stride. “Oh, no…” She whispered, her eyes widening in frustration.

You turned to see her neighbor turning the corner, his face already set in a deep scowl. He stopped short when he saw the two of you pressed against the wall, still tangled in each other’s arms.

“Again?!”

That was enough to make you both break apart, laughter escaping your hearts from the sudden adrenaline rush.

“Take it somewhere else!” The old neighbor urged, his steps quickly carrying him over, threatening to reach you.

Sana fumbled with her keys and you urged her on, glued to her back, nervous giggles tickling her ear as you looked back at the man. “Sorry!” She called out, finally unlocking the door.

The second you heard that click your hands flew to her back, ushering her inside; where the world was off-limits. You closed the door behind you, letting your back hit and lean back against it, locking everything away.

It all went silent, nothing but her laughter filling and bouncing off these walls. She turned to you, her eyes narrowed in happiness. In bliss.

You beat the moon. The stars were dancing in her eyes now, twinkling with a light you could bask in forever.

#twice x reader #sana x reader #sana imagines #kpop x reader #twice imagines #sana fluff #twice sana #minatozaki sana

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stargirlrchive · 9 months

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heeyy, i need softdom!gaz so badly 😞☝️

me too me too me too :c

cw: kyle garrick x gender neutral reader, penetration

18+ ONLY — MINORS DNI

but kyle is so fucking sweet on you. pampers you like you wouldn’t believe, and that heavily translates into the way you have sex.

his fingers are so thick, and rough but he’s so gentle with you. peppering your body with kisses as he folds you into him, or into whatever position he wants to take you in. gripping the back of your thighs as he pushes your knees to your chest.

you’re so sensitive because he’s already made you cum twice but he wants another. he wants to feel you tighten around him one last time before he cums.

“you can do it, baby. just one more.”

whines and mewls of pleasure falling from your mouth as you nod, his thick cock pressing into you to stretch you around his veiny shaft once more.

he’s laughing quietly down at your fucked out expression, you can barely keep your eyes open as you beg him desperately, “pleasepleaseplease.”

“please what, hm?”

and quite honestly, you don’t know what you’re begging for. all you can focus on is the way kyle’s cock is causing something warm and pleasant to coil in your belly.

a tight thread that feels like it’s going to snap at any moment.

at your silence, his free hand comes up to gently grip at your jaw, your eyes snapping open to look at him.

“be good and use your words.”

you tighten around him as your fingers dig into the creamy sheets of your bed. desperation lacing your tone as your chest rises and falls in rapid succession, “need to cum, please-wanna cum so bad.”

gaz’s smirk turns feral as he stares down at you, tutting softly as he pushes two fingers into your mouth.

“see, baby. that wasn’t so hard was it?”

and you can’t respond, your mouth stuffed with his fingers as you drool around his digits. his hips snapping into yours as his cock continues to bully into you.

“you don’t need to ask, love. just let go.”

and he doesn’t need to tell you twice because the warmth that was blooming in your belly has now spread all over your body. all the way down to the tip of your toes as you tighten around him and your release washes over.

“kyle-fuckfuck!”

he’s leaning down, pushing your knees even closer to your chest as his mouth slots over yours. drinking in and swallowing down the noises that fall from your mouth.

“there you go, did so fuckin’ good for me.”

and he delivers a few more short thrust into you before he’s cumming and filling you up. easing your body into a much more comfortable position as he massages your aching muscles and kisses you all over.

his lips ghosting over your skin as he mumbles how good you were for him and how much he loves you.

#kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #gaz x reader #gaz x reader smut #gaz x gender neutral reader #kyle garrick x reader #kyle garrick x reader smut #kyle garrick x gender neutral reader #kyle gaz smut #kyle gaz x reader #call of duty #cod #call of duty smut #anon ୨୧ #💌 ; ₊ ⊹

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cheolhub · 2 years

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SLEEPING BEAUTY — LEE SEOKMIN ࿐

summary. seokmin can’t go back to sleep when he’s aching like this— it’s a good thing you’re always there for him.

wc. 1.2k

warning. consensual somnophilia, dry humping/thigh fucking, needy service top!seokmin, heavy dirty talk, praise kink, unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of face sitting, creampie, weird position (lol) — MINORS DNI 18+

note. hi um i was on twitter and then i thought of this and wrote it in an hour. i want him so bad (not joking) THANK U SM TO MY LUVR @rkiv4d FOR BETA-ing. ILY <333

5:47 a.m.

you must be dreaming. fuck, you have to be, there’s no way you aren’t right now. all you can hear is seokmin’s attempt at muffling his breathy moans with your eyes closed. he can’t help it, though. such a poor thing– rutting his bare length into your panty-covered cunt as he tries to make himself cum before you wake up.

but you realize you aren’t dreaming. that he simply is using your unconscious body to get off. when you stir awake with a moan, eyebrows furrowing, and his name slipping from your pouty lips, you then notice how turned on you are yourself.

“seokmin?” you mumble, voice lilting at the uncomfortable wetness you feel between your thighs.

he moans at the sound of his name, feeling his cock twitch now that you’re awake. he’s helpless when it comes to you. you don’t even have to do anything and you’re blessing his dreams with your pretty face and your whimpers of his name. you just have to lay there with your eyes closed and mouth slightly parted as your chest rises and falls rhythmically. you do nothing, and seokmin is in shambles over you.

the power you hold over him has him fumbling over his own words.

“f-fuck, baby.” he breaths. “baby, please– ‘m sorry… so so sorry–fuck,” his voice pleading and desprate as you feel him rutting faster against you, hands squeezing your waist tightly. “woke up so hard– kept dreaming about your pretty pussy.” he gasps out and you shudder at his words.

he doesn’t stop there, continuing to ramble and ramble on as you felt just how hard he was. now that you were fully awake, it was clear to you what exactly he was doing. with his spit-soaked cock slotted in between your cotton-draped cunt– he was practically fucking your thighs, yet you could feel him. all of him and his glory pressed against your unbelievably wet core.

“didn’t wanna wake you. tried using my fist– angel, i tried.” he cries, digging his face into your warm neck. “but y-you… you were laying next to me so fuckin’ pretty, it didn’t work.”

you try to imagine how beautiful he must’ve looked next to you. with a disheveled head of hair, his sleepy eyes drooping, and his hand covered in spit while he fucks up into his fist. an image formulates in your head and you clench around nothing. god, it’s a sight you’d kill to see.

“wanna fuck you,” he murmurs against your skin. “w-wanna fuck you ‘n fill you up, please let me, baby…”

you moan at the idea, grinding against him as you gush a wave of honey-like arousal, further ruining your panties. “seok…” you whine.

“let me, please. please, please, gonna make you feel good– i’ll even let you sit on my face when we’re done.” he begs, voice growing high-pitched in pure desperation. “jus’ lemme fuck you.”

at the incentive, you gasp, blindly reaching for the back of his head. you thread your fingers through the silky strands, pulling him out of your neck. you turn your head, smashing your lips against his, hungrily forcing your tongue into his mouth and moaning at the feeling of his own colliding with yours.

his face scrunches up, taking the kiss as a silent form of agreement. his hands grabs at your thigh, prying your legs apart as he lifts it up to access your core. he fumbles once more, pushing your panties to the side, temporarily freeing your glistening cunt from the fabric. you shiver, parting from his lips to gasp.

he rests his forehead against yours, “can i?”

you nod, panting from the heated kiss. “please, baby… ‘m so wet for you.” your free hand snakes down, toying with your clit and moaning out his name with another ‘please.’

he groans, “hold your leg up for me, baby, let me do the rest.”

you comply, taking your hand from his hair and pulling your knee to your chest. the position is slightly awkward, but all thoughts and feelings of discomfort literally exit the room when seokmin guides his cock to your aching hole. he pushes in with a moan, feeling your gummy walls invite him in with ease due to how wet you are.

“pussy’s so fuckin’ good to me,” he says with a cracked voice. “so, so good ‘n tight ‘n warm– fuck, my good girl.”

your walls hug him tighter with that, crying out over his size and the stretch. when he bottoms out, you feel the tip of his cock scraping against the sweet spot that makes you desperate. you attempt to push back against him, but the position doesn’t allow you to do so, so you whine instead.

“deeper, please,” you strain your neck to look at him and he looks blissed out. though the sun wasn’t out yet, the dim moonlight that shines through your large window was doing more than enough to illuminate his pretty, pretty face. “baby, please. need to feel you deeper.”

seokmin loved when you got needy for him the way he was for you. it fueled his ego– not as much as when you praised him, though. his brain goes haywire at the slightest compliment, so when he delivers a few sharp thrusts, and you babble about how fucking amazing he feels, he’s immediately pussy drunk.

his hand finds the one you have gripping your thigh and moves it next to your head, intertwining his fingers into it. before you know it, he nearly topples over you as he roughly snaps his hips into your ass.

with your cheek pressed against the warm pillow, you’re crying and drooling at the way he fills you up deliciously. the tip of his cock hits your sweet spot with every quick, deep stroke he provides and you’re compelled to push yourself over the edge by roughly rubbing the pads of your fingers against your clit.

“love this pussy, love fucking you like this– so fucking perfect. you’re so perfect, love you so much.” he babbles, lasting longer than he originally thought he would’ve. “wan’ you to cum for me. cum on my cock, my love.”

“l-love you!” you sob, pulsing over him. your velvety walls squeeze him as his words and his cock and the fingers on your clit push you over the edge, creaming and soaking his dick with your cum without a warning.

he presses wet kisses to every accessible area on your back, neck, and shoulders. fucking you through your orgasm, cooing at you while he tries to keep his eyes from rolling back. he cries loudly, though, once he stills inside you, filling you with a substantial load of cum– painting your insides white.

he squeezes your hand tightly before collapsing, dick still inside of you and face hiding in the crook of your neck. you’re both panting, small whimpers leaving your bodies as you come down from your euphoric highs.

“g’morning, ‘minnie.” you giggle, breathily.

“g’morning, angel.” he murmurs, words muffled into your skin. “thank you for that…”

“mmm, s’all good, baby.” you hum. “though… i do remember a certain promise involving me sitting on a special someone’s pretty face.” you squeeze around his cock again and he hisses.

he pulls out and untangles himself from you before laying flat on his back with a grin on his face.

“mhm, come ride my face, angel.”

#seokmin smut #dk smut #dokyeom smut #svt smut #seventeen smut #seokmin x reader

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wh0re43van · 10 months

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Boyfriend Pt 2 (Warren Lipka x Reader)

Summary: Your boyfriend catches Warren being a little too friendly with you, causing a fight to break out. Warren expresses that he wants to be more than a secret booty call.

Word count: 4.4k

Warnings: smut, violence (not really directed at reader), blood, weed

Pt 1 , Pt 3

I wake up to my cell phone buzzing on Dakota’s nightstand. I groan, throwing the unconscious boy off me as I roll over to grab the small rectangle of plastic. I check the digital alarm clock.

2:35 in the morning. Who the fuck is calling me?

My stomach flips when I see Warrens name lighting up on my phone. I run out of the bedroom and into the bathroom.

“Hey,” I whisper. “Warren it’s 2:30 in the morning,” I giggle quietly as I lock the door.

“I know, I know,” he laughs. “I just couldn’t stop thinking about you,” I hear the bong bubbling in the background. My cheeks burn red. “I just got some crazy bud if you wanna come smoke,” I can hear his smirk through the phone. “I can pick you up,” he offers. I smile at his extremely tempting offer.

“I can’t,” I sigh, disappointing both Warren and myself. “I’m at Dakotas. He’ll wake up and I already agreed to drive him to the gaming store first thing in morning,” I explain. He’s silent for a moment.

“Alright,” I can hear frustration in his voice. “Yeah, I’m the side piece, I forgot,” he scoffs. My heart sinks.

“Warren, I’m sorry,” I want to cry.

“No,” he sighs. “I understand I guess. I will see you soon though,” he says calmly.

“Of course,” I sigh in relief that he still wants to see me.

“I’ll see you around, beautiful,” he says, then the line goes dead. I delete the recent call before crawling back into bed, but I’m unable to sleep. I miss Warrens voice so much. I kick myself for not accept his offer as I toss and turn for the rest of the night.

•

The next afternoon, I sit across from Dakota in a small local diner, playing with the spoon sticking out of my coffee mug as he talks on his cellphone to one of his friends about a football game or something, I’m not too sure honestly. I’m not really listening.

A car door slams catching my attention. I look out the condensation covered window next to our booth to see Warren and a guy I’ve never seen before step out of a vehicle. My eyes light up.

“I’m gonna go smoke a cig real quick,” I sputter in one breath, taking my pack of Camels and running out the door before Dakota even responds. I walk up behind warren without him seeing me, as he talks to the other guy getting out of the car.

“Got a light?” I ask, popping a menthol in my mouth as I smile from ear to ear, tapping his shoulder. He turns around with his eyebrows threaded in confusion, but immediately matches my expression as soon as he sees me.

“Y/n,” he pulls me into a hug. “Spencer gimme your lighter,” he demands the other guy. He tosses a blue bic lighter to Warren.

“Who’s-“ Spencer begins to ask.

“Just go get us a seat, man,” Warren cuts him off. The awkward boy walks away quietly. Warren turns back to me, his grin returning as he lights the menthol cigarette between my lips.

“Thanks,” I smile, feeling butterflies in my stomach as he watches me remove the cigarette from my lips, exhaling the smoke.

“Mind if I bum one? Spencer locked mine in his car,” he motions to the pack of Newports trapped on the passenger seat. I giggle, handing him a cig.

“You here by yourself?” he asks as the orange flame from the lighter lights up his face and reflects an auburn glow in his dark eyes.

“Uh, no, actually,” I take another drag, motioning my cigarette towards the window of the dinner. Warren tuns to see Dakota talking on his phone, still unaware of my departure.

“Oh,” his grin faulters.

“I’m, uhm, free after this though,” I offer. Just like that, his dimples have returned.

“I have some stuff to go over with Spencer,” he throws his thumb over his shoulder in reference to the awkward boy in dinner, then ashes his cigarette. “But I’m free tonight,” he stares into my eyes. I can’t contain the huge grin plastered on my face. Warren reaches his free hand out to slowly release some loose strands of my hair that the wind blew into my lip gloss. His hand lingers on my face, we lock gazes as his thumb caresses my cheek, I close my eyes and lean into his touch.

“What the fuck are you doing with my girl, man?” Dakota shouts, quickly approaching Warren. He swiftly turns around to face my angry boyfriend.

“Just calm down man. I wasn’t-“ Warren laughs, tossing his cigarette on the ground, but Dakota cuts him off by shoving his chest, hard. He doesn’t budge, but easily retaliates the gesture, sending Dakota stumbling backwards a foot or two. I know it’s wrong, but I’d be lying if I didn’t say its insanely hot watching Warren get angry.

“Keep your hands off me, douchebag or ill kick your ass right here in front of your girl,” he spits in Dakotas face, literally. Dakota looks at me, wiping Warrens’ saliva off his face, then quickly hits Warren with a right hook. Warren’s head snaps to the side with the loud thud of knuckles on skin. Warren looks back at Dakota in shock, wiping the small trickle of blood from his nose. I watch completely stunned, even though I want to stop them, I can’t move. This all happened so fast.

“You hit like a pussy,” Warren chuckles before uppercutting Dakota so hard that his neck cracks as his head flies backward. I snap out of my haze, running over to Dakota as he steadies himself. I grab his arm in attempt to help him.

“Come on, Dakota let’s just go,” I plead, not wanting to watch him get his ass laid out on the frozen pavement.

“Get off me, bitch!” he screams, back handing me, not taking his eyes off Warren. I grab my cheek, about to cuss him out when Warren takes Dakotas collar into his fists, shoving him against Spencer’s car. Warren grabs his throat, holding his head steady, so his already bruised knuckles can strike as hard as possible against Dakota’s jaw. Blood immediately pours out of his busted lip.

“Don’t fucking talk to y/n like that!” he screams, just inches from my boyfriend’s face. The veins popping out of his neck, his knuckles turning white from how hard he’s gripping onto Dakota. Warren spits the blood that’s dripped from his nose between his lips into Dakota’s face. “Does that make you feel strong, pussy boy? Huh? You feel like man when you bitch slap your girlfriend?” he growls, his fist contacting Dakotas abdomen this time, knocking wind out of him, leaving my boyfriend wheezing.

When Warren screams that last phrase, that’s when I realize; Dakota is fighting for his masculinity, Warren’s fighting for me. I turn on my heels to run inside the dinner, finding the boy that Warren arrived with.

“Spencer, right?” I ask out of breath. He nods his head, confused. “Warrens beating the shit out of my boyfriend, I need you to help me stop him before he kills him,” I explain breathlessly.

“Oh,” Spencer says processing what I’m saying. “Oh my- Oh my god!” He jumps from the seat, running out the door with me.

“Warren, dude come on, you’re gonna get arrested!” Spencer shouts, cautiously approaching the scuffling boys. It seems like this isn’t the first time Spencer has witnessed this. It appears that Dakota managed to get another hit or two in, because Warrens eyebrow appears busted and they’re on the ground now, a small pool of blood forming on the frosted pavement underneath Dakota.

“Fuck off, Spence,” Warren growls about to strike again.

“Please Warren! You’re gonna kill him!” I shriek. Warren pauses, Spencer takes the opportunity to pull Warren off Dakota. I run over to my boyfriend, trying to help him up.

“Get off of me you stupid bitch!” Dakota shouts, slapping me off him as he tries to stand on his shaky legs.

“Hey!” Warren shouts in the background, Spencer holds him back again.

“Dakota, please. You need help,” I plead feeling bad for him.

“This is your fault! If you weren’t out here whoring it up with this clown, this wouldn’t have happened,” he screams in my face, blood dripping from multiple different wounds on his face, his nose already purple.

“Just let me drive you home,” I sigh, feeling less guilty since he had the audacity to call me a whore, when he slept with my cousin in my own car two months ago. Actually, after remembering that, I don’t feel bad for him at all anymore.

“No! I’m walking! Fuck off! And fuck all of you! You too Spencer!” he shouts as he limps away, holding his stomach.

I guess spencer was the mutual friend.

I turn to see Warren leaning against Spencer’s car, smoking one of his Newports.

“What did I do?” I hear spencer ask, I ignore him.

“Warren I’m so-“ my eyes well up with tears, my cheek still stinging as the cold wind blows against the hand print on my face.

“Come here, are you okay?” He pulls me into a quick hug then examines my cheek. Placing a bloody hand on my cheek.

“Of course I’m fine,” I sigh grabbing his face. “Look at you,” I frown, putting a gentle hand on his face. He winces against my touch. His bottom lip and right eyebrow are both busted. There’s blood coming from his nose, flowing over his lips and onto his chin. His right cheek is bright red and swollen.

“You should see the other guy,” he chuckles, popping the cigarette back into his mouth. How can he joke at a time like this. Nevertheless, I laugh lightly, shaking my head.

“Let me get you cleaned up,” I offer.

“I’ll go get your keys and stuff,” he smiles.

“No, Warren, I can get them. Just stay here,” I dash back into the dinner, everyone giving me weird looks. I smile awkwardly, throwing a 10 down on the table, then run back to the boys, the bells on the doors jingling loudly behind me.

“Okay, come on,” I take Warrens hand.

“Should, uh, should I just go home then?” Spencer asks awkwardly with his hands in his pockets.

“Yeah, Spence. Get the fuck out of here,” Warren dismisses him, half joking with the timid boy. I can tell that their friendship has an interesting dynamic.

•

“Thank god my folks ain’t here,” Warren sighs as he unlocks his front door, allowing me to enter the home first.

“Where’s your first aid kit?” I ask looking around the house, which is becoming a familiar scene.

“I’ll grab it, just head down to my room,” he says motioning to the basement door as he walks up the carpet steps. I obey, making my way to his bedroom.

I sit down on his couch, a few moments later, Warren enters with the first aid kit.

“Is the worst of it on your face?” I ask the mangled boy in front of me as I pop the plastic box open. He winces as he pulls his black t-shirt up and over his head. He turns around to reveal a nasty patch of road rash stretching from his spine over to his left shoulder. “Oh, Warren,” I gasp, sadness in my voice. I feel horrible for him. He sits down on the couch next to me.

“He got the best of me for about four seconds, but it was enough to fuck my back up pretty bad,” he laughs. Somehow still smiling even though he’s covered in dried blood-most of it not his- and his lip is busted.

“I’m sorry about that, Warren. I should have just stayed in the diner,” I shake my head as I open a gauze pad and grab the rubbing alcohol.

“But if you’d done that, you wouldn’t be sitting in my room right now,” he grins, but winces a bit. It probably hurts to smile; His cheek is bruised pretty bad.

“Yeah, but at least you wouldn’t be in pain,” I say as I pour the strong smelling alcohol onto the gauze.

“Worth it,” he smirks, resting his busted knuckles on my thigh.

“This is gonna sting,” I say, taking a deep breath. He nods, closing his eyes. I press the alcohol soaked cotton onto his split eyebrow.

“Fucking hell,” he grunts through gritted teeth, squeezing my thigh.

“I know, I know,” I pat the wound a couple more times before removing it. “I’m sorry,” I dampen another gauze pad, moving to his lip. He hisses again but allows me to clean the gash. Finally, I have him stand and turn so I can clean his shoulder. I can’t help but admire his back, running my fingers gently over the undamaged skin, leaving goosebumps behind every trace. The room is quiet, just the faint buzz of the dim overhead lights and Warrens breathing.

“Does it look bad?” he breaks the silence, looking at me over his shoulder.

“No, uh,” I clear my throat. “Sorry just uhm,” I clumsily grab a new cotton pad and the alcohol, naturally spilling it a bit, embarrassed that he caught me staring. “No, it’s not too bad,” I say as I fumble with the cotton.

“Why are you so nervous all the-“ he laughs, then I push the alcohol to his cuts. “Shit! Fuck, Y/n warn me next time!” he shouts. I wince at his loud tone as all the muscles in his back tense. I pull away, tears begin to form in my eyes. The past hour has been so stressful and him raising his voice sent me over the edge. I know he didn’t mean anything by it, that I just caught him off guard, but I can’t help how my body responded.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” he quickly turns around, seemingly forgetting about the pain, bringing me into a tight hug as a couple tears roll down my cheeks. “I didn’t mean-“

“I know,” I smile up at him as he wipes the stray tear from my face. He looks so pretty, even when he’s doused in dried blood and half his face is bruised. “I’m sorry, I’m just stressed… I really need to smoke,” I sigh.

“Ditto,” he agrees, pulling away. “I’m gonna shower real quick. If you could, would you grab me the icepacks out of the freezer in the kitchen? Then I’ll bust out the bong,” he winks as he walks towards the bathroom in just his blood stained jeans. I smile and nod, then turn to walk up the steps.

•

After locating the ice packs, I run to my car to grab my weed. I go back inside, making my way to the steps, hearing a The Offspring cd playing as I descend into the basement. I see Warren already sitting on the couch, wearing nothing but a towel, his damp dark hair stuck to his forehead.

“Hey beautiful, what took so long?” he asks as I take a seat next to him.

“Oh, I ran out to my car to grab my bud so I could match you,” I explain as I set the jar on the table, then I hold an ice pack to his cheek. “You poor thing,” I sigh. He looks much better now that he’s cleaned up, but now I can see the wounds for what they really are.

“Come on y/n, you know I’m not gonna let you match me,” he laughs, continuing to break up the weed.

“Warren, I insist. I already feel bad enough that I got you into a fight,” I open the jar, but he snatches it out of my hand.

“No,” he says sternly, looking into my eyes. “And don’t say that. You had nothing to do with the fight, that dumbass came out swinging and disrespecting you. That’s all on him,” he says seriously. I just nod, a bit intimidated by his stern tone. He grabs the lighter and the bong handing it to me,

“Ladies first,” he winks, the mood much lighter now. He takes the icepack into his own hand so I can hit the bong. He watches me as I take a big hit. The warm smoke filling my lungs quickly. I blow the milky smoke towards the ceiling, as I sink into the couch.

“What?” I giggle when I realize that Warrens still watching me.

“You’re just so pretty, I never want to take my eyes off of you,” he smiles, setting the icepack down to take the glass out of my hand, pulling a huge hit. I see his muscles relax almost instantly.

“You’re pretty too,” I chuckle, taking one more hit. It doesn’t take long to feel the effects, I feel light but heavy at the same time; like I’m floating, but my limbs are too dense to move. This is one of my favorite feelings in the world.

“I was, until I got my face banged up,” he frowns, putting his mouth to the opening of the bong.

“I don’t think it’s a bad look,” I say honestly. “I know you’re in pain, but you do look pretty badass. It’s kinda sexy actually,” I giggle, the THC clouding my brain doesn’t allow me to keep that last thought to myself. Warrens ears perk up at the word ‘sexy’. He sets the bong down, scooching closer to me, the towel wrapped around his toned torso falls a bit, exposing his V-line and a bit of brown hair right below it. The sight makes me moan internally.

“Is that so?” he smirks, his face coming closer to me.

“Mhm,” I smile, bringing my hand up to feel his bare chest. He hovers above me as I lay heavy in between the couch cushions. “Even sexier than normal,” I smile, looking at him through lidded eyes. Warren leans down, pressing his busted lip against mine, I kiss back gently.

“I’ve missed your lips,” he smiles, resting his forehead against mine.

“Doesn’t that hurt?” I ask, cupping his uninjured cheek in my hand.

“Nah, you fixed me up real good Doc,” he chuckles. “Plus, I’m pretty stoned right now. As they say, weed’s the best medicine,” he says bringing me into another kiss. I melt completely into him; This is all I’ve craved in the two weeks it’s been since I’ve seen him last.

“I’ve missed you so much, Warren,” I admit into the kiss.

“Lay down darling, I owe you for fixin’ me up,” he says helping me turn to lay down the couch.

“Warren, you should just take it easy, baby. You’ve been through a lot,” I rub my hand up and down his arm, over his silly tattoo. He smiles at the pet name, reaching for the waistband of my pants.

“I am taking it easy, beautiful. Weed might be the best medicine, but you’re a close second,” he smirks, taking my pants and underwear off in one swoop, making my stomach flip. I’m almost ashamed of how easily I become puddy in his hands. “Mmm, so pretty,” he gently runs his hands up my thighs as I spread my legs for him, he doesn’t even have to ask. I’m always ready for him.

“Warren you really don’t have-“ he places a quick kiss on lips.

“Shh, I don’t wanna hear you speak unless you’re moaning my name, okay, beautiful,” he says gently but sternly, a small smile plastered on his face. I can’t help but giggle as excitement courses through my body. I simply nod my head ‘yes’.

He slides down my body admiring me in all my glory. He gently slides a finger over my heat, watching me intently.

“Sucha pretty girl,” he coos as he settles his head between my legs. He wraps his arms around my thighs, holding them open as he begins licking at my clit, quickly earning a moan of approval from me. He gently sticks a finger inside of me as he continues working on my nub. “Does that feel good baby,” he asks against my core.

“Mhm,” I moan out, bringing a hand to hold onto his damp hair. The amount of weed in my system amplifies the pleasure by 100. He sucks gently on my bundle of nerves as his finger pumps into me, curling perfectly.

“Fuck warren,” I pant, curling my toes, my breath becomes shallow. He continues his steady pace, the pleasure winding in my stomach begging for release. I begin grinding against his face, begging for more contact as his tongue works expertly against me. He moans against my sensitive skin, sending chills down my spine.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” I come undone, gripping hard onto his hair as my hips continue to grind into his face, covering him in my release. He pulls away proudly, licking his fingers as I try to catch my breath.

“You taste just as good as you look,” he winks making me blush. He sighs happily, before grabbing the bong, taking another hit.

“That’s all I get?” I ask as he passes me the glass. He looks at me confused. I take a quick hit- not worried about the weed, I want him inside of me. I reach over, further removing the loosely draped towel covering his torso, revealing his erection.

“I was treating you, baby,” he laughs, “but if you insist,” he lays me back down on the couch once again as he presses a gentle kiss to my lips. He gives himself a couple pumps before lining himself into me, those dark bloodshot eyes gazing into mine makes my heart skip a beat.

“Fuck, I love how you stretch me out,” I moan as he pushes into me, a proud smirk appears on his bruised face.

“You feel so good, beautiful,” he grunts, grabbing my hips as he begins to thrust in and out of me. He’s so deep; I swear I can feel him poking my stomach.

“You fuck me so good warren, faster, please,” I whine, begging for more. I’m defenseless against him, the amount of pleasure he brings me is inhuman. He obeys, fucking me faster and deeper. I wrap my legs around him as he leans down, placing a sloppy kiss to my lips. “I want you to cum in me warren,” I pant against his lips, his eyes go wide. “I’m on the pill,” I giggle. “Please Warren I want to feel you cum inside me, I’ve never let anyone else do it, please,” I beg. His eyes cloud with even more lust, something I didn’t think was possible. He groans, sitting up so he can pull my hips flush against his with every thrust. He brings one hand down to play with my bundle of nerves, I’m unable to contain my noises of pleasure, moaning out his name.

“Fuck,” he groans lowly to himself as he rocks his hips into me. “Who’s pussy is this?” he asks in a deep growl, goosebumps appear on my skin. “Y/n, who’s fucking pussy is this?” he asks again as he thrusts hard hitting my g-spot perfectly.

“Fuck!” I scream. “Yours! It’s all yours Warren,” I pant desperately, my tone that of one you’d hear in a cheesy porno. His possessiveness and the way he’s hitting the deepest parts of me mixed with the weed brings me to my second orgasm of the night.

“That’s fucking right,” he growls, grabbing my face. My walls clench around him as his powerful thrusts become sloppy. I scream out his name, euphoria enveloping me as he shoots his cum deep inside me, I’ve never experienced anything as erotic as him fucking his seed into me as it leaks out of my throbbing cunt onto his couch. Warren pulls out reluctantly, his legs visibly shaking. I lay limp in the same spot, trying to steady my breathing and stop my own legs from shaking.

“Are you okay?” he laughs helping me sit up.

“Yeah,” I giggle. “I’ve just never been fucked like-“ I stop when I see his lip gushing blood. “Warren, baby, your lips bleeding again,” I stand up quickly to find the gauze, I ignore his cum that begins to run down my thigh.

“Leave it” he waves his hand, laying back on the couch. “I feel too good to care,” he laughs. “Come lay with me,” he pats the couch. I pick up an alcohol soaked cotton pad, then sit next to him.

“Let me clean this first,” I say. He nods reluctantly, hissing as the pad hits his lip. The bleeding stops soon. “You need to put some antibacterial ointment on that. Mouth abrasions can get infected really easily,” I begin to explain.

“You should break up with your boyfriend,” he blurts out. I don’t think he was listening to anything I said. He stares at me nervously awaiting my response.

“I know I should,” I sigh, he reaches over to the coffee table handing me my phone. “What? Now?” I ask shocked. He nods his head.

“I want you to be mine, all mine. I can’t go another two weeks without seeing you, having you too busy with that douche to see me, and I sure as fuck don’t want anyone else touching you like I just did,” he pours his heart out, not dropping my gaze once. I look away, biting my lip. He’s right, as always. I belong with him; Anyone can see that.

“Well, at least wait until the morning,” I sigh looking back at him. “I mean you did just beat the shit of the guy and cum in his girlfriend, isn’t that enough for one night,” I smile lightly, not sure how he’ll feel about the idea.

“If you stay with me tonight, and do it very first thing in the morning, then I’ll agree,” he offers with a small smile. I agree, cuddling into his side. He lays a kiss on my forehead.

I should feel guilty, but I don’t, not towards Dakota at least. I feel guilty about getting Warren hurt, but my bitch ass boyfriend had it coming. I’ve finally found someone who cares about me, and I refuse to lose that, even if this is just a fling.

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Tony can't handle his emotions properly and his love for Peter ends up pushing him away.

Peter gets severely injured on patrol and hides it from Tony, but Karen overrides his command and informs Friday/Tony that Peter is in danger.

Tony flies out and saves Peter's life, but once Peter is in the tower safe and coherent Tony starts yelling at him, furious and upset; Peter doesn't even get a chance to thank him before he's bombarded with the scathing tone, turning him defensive.

The older's anger comes from a place of fear of losing Peter. Tony wasn't allowed to show fear growing up; in front of his father, Obadian, the press, Stark Industries shareholders... and later on it kept him safe in front of his captors, his enemies. Tony was taught with anger, and doesn't know how to express the softness inside him any other way.

His misconstruction of the protectiveness he feels only makes Peter more upset.

"This is why I didn't wanna tell you, you'd just get mad again! Maybe I should just get rid of this stupid suit if you're just gonna keep spying on me all the time."

"You would have been DEAD if Karen wasn't smart enough to override your commands, you would have been dead without me or that suit!"

"I would have figured it out, I always figure it out. I don't wanna depend on you constantly! All I do is bother you, and make you upset. I'm sick of being a chore, like I'm some stupid kid who needs rescuing all the time. When I didn't have you I was fine!"

Tony scoffs, "when you didn't have me you were playing pretend in pajamas. This is why you need training wheels, hell you probably need adult supervision. You're lucky I even let you go out-"

"You're not my dad!"

Tony pauses. He stares at Peter, who's chest pumps furiously from his heavy breathing, a hand holding his side where his bullet wound resides.

The sight of bandages on Peter's young frame makes Tony dizzy. He's reminded once again how close he was to losing Peter today, how much thread would have been cut short from the spindle of his life. He looks so small in the hospital bed, almost frail despite his enhanced muscular body.

His cheeks are stained red from anger. He's pale, too pale, a sheen of sweat on the frowning wrinkles of upset brows.

Bed rest, relaxed environment, taking it easy.

Tony feels sick.

"I can't be here right now," he tells the boy without making eye contact, turning and leaving the room.

The automatic glass doors slide shut behind him with a woosh. He stands still for a second to catch his own breath. What is he thinking, acting like the kid's parent? He's right, he can do whatever he wants. Tony can't ground him, has no right to control him. This isn't his problem.

Tony takes his phone out to inform Peter's Aunt May of what happened and to tell Happy to pick her up. The doctor said Peter needed to stay here for at least a few hours, even with his enhanced healing.

Bed rest, relaxed environment, taking it easy.

Tony glances up through the glass for a moment.

Peter is lying back down, one hand still resting on his wound as if he's holding himself together, the other gripping his own arm with a furious handprint. If he could he'd probably be crossing his arms while huffing and puffing, petulant in his solitude.

His free hand suddenly moves to his face, the back wiping across his eyes and cheeks before his palm brushes up the underside of his nose. His shoulders shake with a sniffle and his hand comes back glistening in the sterile lighting.

He's crying.

Anger bubbles up in Tony again, familiar yet now aimed inwards. If any other person had hurt Peter Tony wouldn't hesitate to tear them a new one.

Maybe that's the problem.

Tony refuses to go back into that room. Not when he does that to Peter, not when his wrath is still bubbling under his skin, cracking the delicate glass that bridges his relationships.

So he leaves Peter alone, and thinks - maybe this is better for both of them.

#irondad and spiderson #peter parker #tony stark #marvel mcu #irondad #spider man #iron man #peter parker angst #spiderman

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528-hotline · 11 months

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ignoring safe words with matthew 🤭🤭 just asadcssf

also can i be 🍓 anon of its free?

ignoring safe words. with matthew !

warnings | dubcon, rough sex, watersports, squirting, piss, dumbification, dacryphilia, overstimulation, choking, creampie, ignoring safe words … literal filth :3

word count | 700+

a/n 💌 oh my… well you came to the right person 🫨 yes you can be 🍓anon !! i hope this isn’t too much for you cuz i’m definitely not a sane seokryu… hehe the writing in here is not due to self indulgence, really…. (lies!!) after he kept on posting hot shit even if i was gone here, i think this drabble made it clear that i’m NAWT okay. 😁 my thoughts will stop here i’m sorry hehe (^^) i hope you enjoy 🫶🏼

DARK CONTENT ahead ! read with caution (18+ only)

“look at you, my dumb pretty baby… all pathetic and stupid over my cock…”

you were all sprawled on matthew’s bed, legs hanging on his shoulders, thighs quivering from sensitivity and overstimulation. it’s already the fourth round and matthew doesn’t have intentions to stop at any second. the longer he rams into your pussy, the pleasure slowly turned into pain overtime.

“m-matt, red! red! please!” you close your thighs from the overwhelming and mixed sensations you have been feeling throughout as you try to push away his pelvis away.

“nonono baby… open your goddamn thighs…your stupid pussy wanted this, right?” he coos at you as his strong arms pries away your thighs, spreading you apart, having a complete view of your cum-drenched pussy from earlier. the sight added more fuel to the flame as he carries your thighs, bringing it to his arms, his thrusts going deeper and faster. “your pussy feels so good, can’t get enough…”

“red, matthew! please, red! ‘m gonna pee, please l-let me!” you yelped, looking away from matthew as you cried in tears, fighting the pain away as he continuously pounds your poor, overstimulated pussy.

he lets go of your thighs just to grab your jaw with one of his hands, looking at your puffy eyes, eyes all reddened from crying. as his other hand lands on your clit, pinching and rubbing the slippery, reddened bud between the pad of his calloused fingers.

you squealed at the action, pain and pleasure hiking up at the same time, making you cry out loud as tears fall down your flushed cheeks. matthew licks one of your tears away with his tongue, he then chuckled evilishly from your response. you were scared and aroused at the same time. “look at me… i’m gonna fuck this pussy till you’re too dumb to even walk, you’ll like that, right? yes, of course you fucking do…” his hand travels down to your shoulder, pushing you back into the sheets agressively and proceeds on choking your neck.

“nonono, red! please– matt, it hurts! p-please! wanna– shit!” your voice almost strained as you tried to speak before you were all out of breath. speechless, you were only able to let out soft cries, thighs shaking uncontrollably from holding your bladder and the pleasure from matthew repeatedly hammering your pussy with his cock and playing with your clit. his actions made you weaker than ever, succumbing under his control, realizing that resisting was no use because he’s too strong. comparing matthew to you, you were already used up like a ragged doll.

“your dumb pussy wants a release, hm? gonna give you what you want, yeah? you fucking cockslut…” he coos at you, shaking your head in response even if you knew it was no use on stopping him. matthew lets go of your neck and your clit, pulling your thighs even closer his cock, sinking even deeper. he knew he reached your sweet spot when you gasped and by arching your back. he smirked to himself, as he decides to thrust in to that certain spot continuously, thrusting into you in an animalistic pace. a high pitched moan came out of your mouth as you grab on to the sheets, your knuckles turning into white. your bladder was already holding on to a thread and a knot in your stomach snapped when matthew did one last sharp thrust out of you.

“fuck, fuck, fuck—! agh!” you gasped out, your back arched, your eyes rolling back, reaching your high once again. jets of piss landed all over his abs and torso as your hips quiver from releasing both your cum and piss all over him. you felt numb all over and your brain all scrambled up from the feeling of pain and pleasure altogether. matthew throws his head back, groaning, feeling his warm cum shooting inside your walls. he finally pulls out his cock, his cum flowing out of your pussy, as both of your liquids mixed, seeping into the drenched sheets.

“that’s it… piss all over me baby…” your warm piss still flowing out uncontrollably while he slaps and run his cock all over your poor pussy until you’re all emptied out.

“ngh… no more, please…!” you hiccuped, all empty and passed out. matthew hovers your spasming body, trying to recover from the overstimulation that he has caused, giving your neck with peppery kisses.

“i hear you baby, but expect to be wrecked like this all over again.”

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pretty mess

hwang hyunjin imagine

literally no plot. just smut.

hyunjin got a filthy mouth fr. it’s my weakness okay!! lots of praise, p in v, fingering, really sweet, generally vanilla… im feeling soft and drunk rn and i just wanna experience this so bad so i had to write it.

NSFW!!! 18+

“Hi, precious,” your boyfriend’s voice pulls you from your dreamworld. You had just begun falling asleep when you heard your front door open. He came into your room and made a beeline for the shower, same routine as always.

Once the shower was on, the sound of the water and the quiet humming of your boyfriend quickly lulled you to sleep. This was routine with him, if he had free time off the next day, he would always come spend the night with you.

“Hi, baby,” you grumble out, stirring slightly, and letting your hand reach behind him to thread through his still damp locks, “Mm, ‘s wet,” you complain, your hand getting wet and a bit slimy from him using your conditioner.

“My hair or you?” he asks quietly, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck. You let out a breath through your nose, giggling at your cheeky boyfriend.

“What if I say both?” you reply, waking up a little bit from your drowsy state. Hyunjin doesn’t reply, instead he slips into your bed next to you, moving the blankets and crawling under so he can press his chest against your back.

His body is warm against yours and you let out a sigh, instantly melting into his touch. His hand wraps around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him. You would think his intentions were innocent if it weren’t for the slight buck of his hips against your ass.

He was already half hard against you and you can’t help but chuckle at how needy he gets for you, especially after practice. You let your hands trail down his arm until you’re at his hand and gently begin stroking his fingers.

“You drive me crazy, you know that?” his voice is rough in your ear and you let out a little chuckle, turning your head slightly so he can hear you better.

“Jinnie, I quite literally didnt do anything. I was sleeping,” you let a yawn creep out of your mouth, further emphasizing your point. You turn back away from him and settle into your pillows again.

“I know, princess but you looked so pretty. So peaceful,” he places another wet kiss just below your ear, “I wanted nothing more than to just ruin you. You looked too peaceful,” he chuckles, his face heating slightly at his comfession.

“Is that right?” you hear him hum in agreement behind you as his fingertips lightly trail up and down your ribs. He stops at the band of your shorts, toying with the string and pushing his hips against yours again.

He is steadily getting more hard behind you and you’re definitely starting to wake up because of his antics and dirty words.

“Your mouth is filthy. You always get me so worked up,” your voice isn’t much louder than a whisper and Hyunjin’s fingers slowly dip into the top of your shorts before stopping on your pubic bone, not quite touching you where you want.

“You love my filthy mouth,” he finally replies before letting his hand drift further into your shorts, pressing against your clit. You let out a hiss when he finally makes contact, letting your legs open slightly to give him more access.

“You’re right. I do,” you breathe out, agreeing with him. Your hands quickly finds his wrist when he starts to circle the bundle of nerves in slow motions. It isn’t enough to actually get you to an orgasm but it’s definitely enough to have you dripping more and more.

“You like it when I sneak in like this? You’re this wet for me and all I’ve done is crawl into bed with you. A bit pathetic, don’t you think?” he questions and you can’t reply. A moan falls from your lips when his finger dips down to your entrance, “And so, so dirty,” his fingers toy with your entrance and your hips buck impatiently.

“So wet for me, angel. I could probably slide right in…” he trails off as he lets his finger finally dip into you. He quickly adds a second and you arch back against him at the added stretch.

“I know your body better than you do. I know exactly what you need. I love taking care of you,” he rasps against your shoulder before biting down on your exposed skin, making you arch even further into his chest.

“I love the way you react to me. Panting already and I haven’t even got my cock out,” he pulls his fingers from inside of you and grips the sides of your shorts. You wiggle slightly, letting him push the fabric down your legs before he pushes his own sweatpants down behind you.

“Don’t have much to say tonight, do you?” he taunts, rubbing the head if his cock against your wet opening, begging for him to finally enter you.

“I can’t. Too sleepy. All I can think about is you right now,” you confess, pushing your hips back into him. Your action works for a second, the head of his cock entering you but he quickly pulls his hips away from you, teasing you even more.

“Hyunjin. Put it in,” you demand and he chuckles. His arm slides under you before his hand settles around your neck and the other hand lands on your thigh, pulling your legs apart for him.

“So demanding. Why don’t you try asking nicely? Maybe you’ll get what you want,” you know he’s playing into you. You know you’ll get his cock one way or another. He just wants you to feed into his ego just a little bit, make him feel like he has absolute control over you.

“P-please fuck me. I need it. Need it so bad, Jinnie. I’ve been so good,” you whimper out, your hips bucking back again and his grip on your throat tightens at the same time he pushes his hips forward, letting his cock get completely enveloped by your velvety walls.

“Shit, baby. You’re so wet. All for me?” he asks quietly, his grip on your throat loosening. As soon as his fingers release your neck, a gasps exits your throat.

“Yes. All for you. Cant get wet for anyone ‘cept you,” you mumble out, almost incoherently before his hips pull back and push back into you again.

His head dips, breath against your neck as he slowly starts to pump into you deeper. Suddenly he flings the comforter off the two of you and pulls out, flipping you flat onto your stomach before plunging back into you again.

“Sorry, baby. I need to see how pretty you look while you take me,” he groans, his hips snapping into yours and a whimper leaves your lips. You cross your ankles, goosebumps riding over your whole body as he keeps hitting you just right.

“Jinnie. I… ‘s too much,” you whimper again and his hand tangles into your hair, turning your face so he can see you.

“Shh, princess. I know. You just look so pretty taking me like this. I need to see,” his fingers gently scratch at your scalp as he continues fucking into you like there’s no tomorrow.

His hand untangles from your hair and he wraps it under your chest, his other hand wrapping under your hips and he stills, buried into you completely.

“You’re such a pretty mess for me, sweetheart,” his voice is a mix of groan and a whisper and he kisses your cheek where a tear has slipped from your eyes, “Flip over. I wanna see your pretty face when you cum on my cock,” he pulls out again and you quickly flip over, finally locking eyes with your pretty boyfriend for the first time all night.

“Hi,” you smile up at him, hands reaching out to wrap around his neck. He quickly leans forward, wrapping his arms under your shoulders and pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

“Hi,” his response is sweet. If anyone had heard the interaction they wouldn’t even realize that you’re in such an intimate position. His tip nudges your clit, making you jump and he chuckles before pushing back into you, pressing his hips plush against the back of your thighs. He brushed a stand of hair away from your face, studying your features.

He loved the way you look like this, eyes glossy and cheeks flushed. Little tears escaping your eyes and your mouth open, moans falling freely.

“‘S so deep,” you moan out as he starts sliding in and out of you. He nods but doesn’t reply. His hands brace your shoulders and before you know it, he’s pounding into you again, making your head fall back against the mattress.

“You feel so good, angel. You’re perfect. All for me. All mine,” he’s mindlessly rambling into your ear and you just nod in agreement, equally as out of it as your boyfriend.

When he positions his hips just right, you feel yourself clench around him, biting down on your lip and letting your eyes roll back. Your legs immediately start to shake and Hyunjin is quick to pick up on it.

“You gonna cum, princess? Go ahead and cum for me. I won’t be far behind you,” he keeps pounding into the same spot before unwrapping one of his hands from your shoulder and circling your clit.

“You take me so well. Go ahead and finish for me, baby. Lemme feel you cum around my cock,” he demands and almost like a switch flips in your head, you’re cumming. Your legs shake as you wrap them around his hips, pulling him impossibly closer to you.

“That’s right. Good girl. Such a good girl for me. Just a little more. I’m gonna fill this pretty pussy up. Is that what you want? You want me to cum inside you?” he suddenly asks and you’re nodding, mindlessly as his hips pick up speed.

Suddenly he stills, buried completely deep inside of you as little whimpers leave his lips and grace your ears. Small groans of your name mixed in with praises and pet names roll off his tongue until he collapses on top of you, his head buried in your neck.

“You take such good care of me,” he suddenly says and you smile to yourself, bringing your hand up to run your fingers through his damp hair and letting the other rub circles on his shoulder blades.

“Only because you take such good care of me,” you can’t help the smile on your face as you continue to ruin your fingers through his hair. The two of you come down from your high together, finding comfort in each other’s embrace.

He leans up from your neck and presses a kiss to your jaw before pressing one two your lips.

“Do you want to shower?” he asks against your lips and you raise a brow at him.

“Didn’t you just take one?” you question and he shrugs, pulling out of you and standing. He holds his hands out to you and you take them, standing on wobbly legs.

“This is more for you than it is for me,” he assures you, kissing you once more before leading you to the bathroom.

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