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Careless Accidents
jason todd x fem!reader
aka you get hurt and jasonâs pissed
warnings: readerâs wrist is accidentally sprained from being grabbed to hard
You could hear scuttling from somewhere else in the garden, an estate more than sizable enough than the game afoot.
You were under the distinct impression though that the bats and birds are playing with you similar to how they would a child. Slower, weaker, and less experienced than the big kids. You weren't complaining though. Because, frankly, it was stressful. They tend to operate more like theyâre in a warzone than a game, you felt like you were about to be sniped out at any second.
Rightfully so, apparently, seeing how silently Stephanie had crept up on you.
âHey,â Stephanie hissed, ignoring the way you jumped. âWeâre doing alright for ourselves,â she said smugly.Â
âYeah,â youâd nodded, like you agreed with her more than you probably did.Â
âOkay listen, I think the flagââ what flag? ââis by the fountain so, I think because thereâs three of us and two of them, we should bait-and-switch.â
âWeâre on teams?â you asked, no longer completely sure you know what youâre playing.Â
âWe are now!â she smiled, starting to run. âIâll bait!â
She stopped briefly in her tracks and turned back to you hissing, âDonât trust Cass,â before scurrying away.
Rather than sit around and wait there forâŚsomething?...to happen, you jumped up darting in the opposite direction with little to no indication whether this is a good move.
What you didnât see is Cass rapidly approaching from your rear.Â
What you also didnât see was Dick crouched down in a row of shrubbery, which gave him the perfect opportunity to snatch your arm up and yank you down with him. Youâd mewled a bit as your wrist made contact harshly with the grass, immediately buckling under you.
Cass was keen to your pain immediately, slowing her sprint to a stroll as she observed you.
âAre you okay?â she signs.
âYeah, yeah, Iâm good.âÂ
The response was instinctual and you didnât actually have time to register whether or not you were okay by the time you gave it.Â
You pushed up on your elbows, trying to figure out whether Dick is even on your team, but the way the others approached had you halting consideration. Theyâre savvy to the situation at a speed in which you can only attribute to their vigilantism, looking at you with concern.Â
âYou good?â Tim asked, approaching languidly.
âThat looked like it hurt,â Cass commented, crouching down next to you to see your wrist better.
Dick shook his head, âNo, sheâs okay.â He turned to you, prodding, âYouâre okay.â
âYeah, Iâm, umâŚâ you winced, looking at your wrist. âIt hurts a little.â
Cass examined it closely, tilting it gently to the side. âIt might be sprained.â
Dick paled.Â
âNo.â
Tim pointed a thumb back towards the manor, âWe can get it wrapped upstairs.â
âNo.â
You were only then able to clock the barely contained grin on Stephanieâs face, begging to break. Â
âOoooh. Heâs gonna kill you.â
Cass had then kindly offered to take you inside and wrap it up for you, which you accepted, unexpecting of the plus-one of Dick trailing behind you like a guilty puppy all the while.
âYou know I didnât mean to grab you that hard right? IââÂ
Cass laughs quietly as she wraps the bandage around your wrist, amused by Dickâs now-third explanation/apology for the incident.Â
âI know, Dick,â you say, trying to appease him.Â
âIâm sorry,â he tells you genuinely, but you can tell thereâs more there that he isnât verbalizing.
You nod, âI know, Dick. Itâs okay. It was just an accident.â
Cass pins the wrapping in place securely and with a smile, signs to you that sheâs all done.Â
You rotate your arm a bit, testing your movement under the wrap. As Cass leaves with the first aid kit, Dick remains sat at your side, leg thumping up and down.
He takes a deep breath, âWhat ifâŚwhat if you avoid him until it heals?â
âDick.â
He takes your uninjured hand in his with urgency in his eyes,Â
He looks down at your jointed hands before loosening his already mild grip significantly.
âAre you going to tell him?â he asks, looking like heâs bracing for bad news.
You shake your head sympathetically, âNo. I canât guarantee you that he wonât find out, but I wonât tell him.â
Dick takes a deep breath, looking at the ground with intense focus. âOkay. Okay.â He stands, âI need to go.â
You watch in amused bewilderment as he staggers out the door, looking around frantically.Â
Within the next few minutes, he creates and enacts his plan A. He walks into the living room, sitting down next to a very disinterested Tim, eyes forward and serious.
âIâll give you two grand right now if you tell him it was you.â
Tim barks out, âAbsolutely not.â He looks at his brother, still laughing. âNo fucking way.â
Dick breaks the serious facade immediately, looking at him. âFive.â
A deadpan from Tim.Â
âYou donât have five thousand dollars.â
Dick throws his head back, back thudding against the couch. âDude, please! Heâll kill me!â
Tim scoffs, âHeâd kill me!â
Dick huffs, âNo, itâs different for me! Do you have any idea how many times he told me not to do that?âÂ
âWell then it sounds like you fucked up,â Tim sneers.
âOh my God.â
He takes off again, combing through different rooms in the house with hope of finding a quick but effective hiding place for, say, the next twenty years?
He bursts through the study, unwittingly interrupting Bruce and Alfred having a discussion over tea.
The latter sits up with a tense brow, âMaster Dick?â
The former turns around in his seat, âWhatâs the matter?â
Dick struggles for a second before confessing, âI accidentally sprained someone's wrist.âÂ
Bruce scans his face slowly, nodding. âAlrightâŚyouâll have to take responsibility for their patrol dutiesââ
Dick cuts him off with a sharp breath, âSaid person doesnât have any patrol duties to be affected...â
Bruce processes for a moment before shaking his head.
âI canât help you.â
Dickâs panic takes over again, prompting him to continue his scurry through the room, towards the other door.
Alfred interrupts his process with a very logical argument, âYou donât think running away will make this worse, Master Dick?â
âIâI donât know!â Dick whines, stopping in his tracks. âI donât know what to do!â
Bruce purses his lips, gesturing, âDick, when you make a mistakeâŚyou have to submit to the consequences, you know that.â
Dick gapes, âThis is not a normal consequence!â
Meanwhile, youâve busied yourself with fiddling with the knick knacks and mementos lining the shelves of Jasonâs childhood bedroom.Â
Youâre admiring a picture of him and Alfred from when he was young as the door creaks open behind you.Â
âSweetheart?â Your boyfriend calls out, head barely poked in through the crack.
âHey, Jay,â you smile, setting the picture frame back on the shelf.
He enters fully, covered in motor oil and grease, and smiles his sweet, easy smile when he sees you.Â
Moving onto the next trinket on the shelf, you pick up a stuffed animal placed intentionally at the front. Your gaze finds the mirror, watching his reflection as he pulls the stained shirt off his back.Â
You smile to yourself, noticing the way his back muscles flex as he adjusts. âHowâs the bike?â
âBetter than it was this morning,â he sighs. âWhereâve you been?â
He turns around to look at you, taking easy steps towards you.Â
You return the toy elephant to its place, moving to face him. âUh, we were outside, playingâŚat least three separate games at once.â
The second youâre in proximity, your hands join like itâs second nature.Â
He nods, all too familiar with the familyâs unique methods of gamefair.
âDid thââ He looks down at your intertwined hands, brow furrowing as soon as he spots the bandage wrapped around your wrist. âWhat happened?â
You glance down, shrugging. âOverexerted myself playing tag.â
He looks at you skeptically, but says nothing about it.
He turns your hand over gently, asking, âIs it sprained?â
You nod, relaxed. âYeah. Cass said itâs mild.â
âDoes it still hurt?â
âNo,â you say, sweeping his hair back with your other hand. âBarely hurt then.â
He nods, but he doesnât look satisfied with the conversation.
Regardless, he turns away again, shuffling through a drawer for a clean shirt.Â
âYou, uh, you wanna stay for dinner tonight?â he asks, pulling his arms through, his head following.Â
âYeah,â you say gaily. âAlfred said heâs making his âspecial spaghettiâ, apparently itâs a household favorite?â
He wavers, halfway to between decisions. âYeahâŚâ
He huffs quietly, turning back to face you fully. âCan I see it?â
You nod, happy to ease his mind.Â
You start to unwrap the bandaging, him doing half the work for you. The work is done silently until your wrist is exposed, revealing your bruised skin.
You both see it at the same timeâthe hand-shaped bruise wrapped around your wrist.
Youâre both quiet for a secondâhim putting pieces together and you waiting for the shoe to drop.
He takes off suddenly, clearly having come to a likely very accurate conclusion about what had happened.
âFucking idiotââ
You try for his hand but heâs out of reach before you can grab it.
âIâll be right back,â he grumbles behind him.
âJasonââ you sigh, âAt least help me wrap it back up first.â
He hesitates, halfway to the door, ultimately returning to you in defeat. He takes your forearm gently, scanning it over again before beginning to wrap it.
You watch his face closely, noting the clear vexation. âIt was just an accident,â you tell him.Â
He scoffs, âIt better have been.â
You drop your shoulders and lull your head to the side. âJason. Iâm not made of glass, you canât expect other people to act like it.â
âI donât. I expect him to mind his own strength, and if he canât do that, he needs to keep his fucking hands to himself.â
You sigh, âJust donât do anything harsh. Please. I think heâs worried youâre gonna punch him.â
âHe should be,â he says shortly. He finishes off the wrapping, pinning it in place firmly.Â
You grab onto his forearm before he can pull away, âYouâre not going to. Right?â
He doesnât answer so you try to make his gaze meet yours, âRight?â
His eyes roll, âYeah, fine.â
You smile, holding his face. âI love you.â
He huffs as though heâs inconvenienced, but confesses the obvious truth nonetheless. âI love you.â
He looks you in the eye, face serious. âYou promise me it doesnât hurt?â
âI promise,â you nod, brushing your fingers against his palm.
âDick!â
The angry voice bellows through the tall halls of the manor, heavy footsteps thudding.
He stomps into the living room, Tim, Cass, and Stephanie watching the entryway with wide eyes.Â
âWhere is he?â
Unwitting shoulders shrug and heads shake. Truthfully, at that. Dick, smartly, did not tell anyone where he was hiding.Â
Jason scans the trios faces, looking for any sign of apprehension.
He clocks the grin shamelessly plastered across his sister's face quickly. âStephanie?â
âI donât know,â she says honestly. âBut let me know when you find him, I wanna seeââ
But Jasonâs moving onto the next room before she can get the last words out.
He enters the dining room, looking right to left before finding his target, halfway to stuffing himself behind the fine china cabinet in the corner.
Thereâs a brief, tense moment in between where the pair realize what theyâre seeing and when Dick sets off in a sprint towards the kitchen, Jason quick on his tail.Â
âReally? Really?â Jason shouts.Â
âIt was an accident! It was a fuckingââÂ
He narrowly dodges a swipe from Jason, then ducking before a ladle could make contact with his head.
âAre you stupid? Are you the dumbest motherfââ
Dick rounds the kitchen island as fast as possible, Jason testing him on the other side.
Dick takes a breath, âDude, itâs fine now, itâs not that big of aââ
Jason recoils, ââItâs not a big dealâ? Come here. Let me sprain your wrist, asshole!â
He circles the counter quicker than the elder boy can think to move away and lunges at him.Â
Dick throws his hands up in front of him, âWait, wait, wait! Truce! Truce! Truce?â
Jason drops his shoulders, leveling his older brother with a look. âYou canât call a truce if youâre the only one who did anything wrong.â
âIâŚâ It doesnât take him long to piece together that his defense makes no sense, so he resorts to his last option.Â
âPlease?â Dick asks, nothing short of imploring.Â
Jason relentsâslightlyâupon hearing his brother's tone, but still finds it in him to shove him, though not nearly as hard as heâd been planning to.Â
âI told you a hundred fucking times not to grab her so hardââÂ
Dick nods heavily, waving a hand. âI know, I knowââ
âClearly you fucking donât!â Jason shouts. He huffs, running a hand over his face. âYou sprained her wrist. Youâve been doing this vigilante shit for fifteen years, how do you still not fucking know how to control your own strength?â
Dick grimaces, âI do! I do, I just screwed up, Iâm sorry!â
âDonâtââ Jason narrowly holds back a scowl, âDid you apologize to her?â
 âYeah, of course I did!â
For a split second, Jason looks ready to keep arguing before purposefully dropping the anger from his body.Â
The resulting relief almost drowns Dick.
It only lasts a moment though, before Jason looks at him again, sneering, âIdiot,â before pushing him once more.Â
âJason.â
Your voice has Jason dropping all turbulence in an instant. He and Dick both whip their heads towards the door, equally unexpecting of the interruption.Â
You tilt your head at your boyfriend with a knowing but disappointed stare.
He looks back at you like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, lips parted.
âI didnât hit him.â
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TOJI N MEGUMIâS SWEET GIRLFRIEND!!!
Cheating, breeding kink, forbidden relationship. Megumi is 20 n reader is a bit older, Brief Toji x reader. Not proofread
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Imagine Megumi walking around the house shirtless, exposing every inch of his skin from his hips up, His smooth skin glistening under the warn-toned light as he walked into the kitchen for a snack but then Toji spots the fresh series of red, angry lines scattered across his upper back. Heâs not dumb, heâs a grown man in his early 40s, heâs basically an expert at that shit considering the fact that he has them too. He knows exactly what it is and what caused it.
He starts teasing Megumi about it, about how his boring, grumpy ass is actually getting some pussyânot knowing that the pussy heâs getting is his sweet little girlfriendâs while heâs away on missions, absolutely oblivious to what happens between his son and girlfriend while heâs not there. The harsh markings from your sharp manicured nails mauling his sonâs toned back as he fucked your slutty brains out and digs his cock deep into your insides while giving you one of the best dicking of your life, right on top of you and Tojiâs bed.
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ŕŞââ´ The âpussyâ heâs getting is from the same sweet girlfriend of his that wakes up at 5am sharp to make breakfast and see him off to his 3-day mission just to have his sonâs throbbing hard dick nestled deep into your greedy cuntâstuffing you full to the brim while his tip nudges against the deepest part of your pussy just a few hours later.
Megumi was three years younger than you, never had a girlfriend before and you felt bad for the poor boy and was soo tired and annoyed of having to keep buying new panties since the old ones were used to wrap around his preverted cock to jerk off, staining it with his seed instead of doing you and his fatherâs laundry so you had to find a way to deal with itâŚ
ŕŞââ´ The âpussyâ heâs getting is from the same sweet girlfriend he calls every evening while he's away to make sure youâre alright and if youâve eaten dinner, not knowing that his son is eating dinner right nowâbehind you, on this knees as his rough hands spreads your soft cheeks apart, nose pressed deep into your creamy folds while he sucks on your twitching little clit with fervor and intensity, sending waves of pleasure radiating through your body.
Your juices drips down his chin disgustingly as he devours you like a homeless man eating his favorite meal for the first time in years, groaning vibrantly against your twitching core as he tastes your sweet pussyâdesperately lapping up every bit of pussy juice he can suck out of you, making you audibly stutter but Toji doesnât question it, maybe youâre just tired and miss him too much or something. You bit your lips, moving a hand down to push Megumiâs eager face further into your horny pussy as you teasingly wiggled your cheeks in his face. Your eyes roll back when you felt Megumiâs sly tongue dragging flat against your asshole, licking a long stripe at the fluttery hole before attempting to pry it open with the tip of his tongue, âMmm, donât worry baby Iâm fineâjust have a sore throat thatâs allâ you reassumed your older boyfriend on the other end, reasoning why youâre making odd noises.
ŕŞââ´ The âpussyâ heâs getting is from the same sweet girlfriend he calls Megumi forâto check up and make sure youâre safe and okay. After all, while Toji is away, Megumi is the man of the house, not knowing that youâre on your knees as they speak, both hands digging into his muscular legs for stability as he fucks his thick cock deep into your skull, his leaking tip oozing with pre-cum, dripping at the back of your throat as you look up at him with pleading eyes as your mascara mixed with tears drips down your pretty face while he just smiles down at you darklyâreassuring Toji that his girlfriend is well taken care of.
ŕŞââ´ The âpussyâ heâs getting is from the same sweet girlfriend who he promises to breed, babbling about how much he wants to give Megumi a sibling and watch your belly swell with his kid as heâs pounding you deep and hard in full Nelson, his huge tip nudging against your bruised cervix, brutally splitting apart your cunt while whispering into your ear. âHahâfuckkk doll, your tight pussy is swallowing my dick so good, fuckk imagine if I fill you up and breed this pretty little pussy with my seed, How does that sound darling? Wanna give lonely Megumi a sibling to take care of?â He questions your fucked out self as he licks away the trail of salty tears lingering on your face. Not knowing that Megumi is just like him. Their minds are sooo alike. âShitshitshitâsuch a good little horny slut, this pussyâs taking my cock sooo well baby. Whaddya say we make old man Toji a grandpa? Fuck he wouldnât even have a clue itâs not hisâ he laughs into your ears as he licks your earlobe while drilling his swollen cock into your soppy cunt from behind, against the kitchen counter just 20 minutes before toji gets home.
ŕŞââ´ The âpussyâ heâs getting is from the same sweet girlfriend who gets her sweet cunt and tight asshole stuffed full with his sonâs seed almost every other day. Megumi would brutally fucked your tight pussy against the bathroom sink while heâs taking a nap, your panties bearly hanging around the sides of your ankles as Megumi manhandles your body back onto his cockâforcing you to meet his thrust halfway as he pounds it into you, he's so girthy and big, definitely not as big as Tojiâs but itâs definitely a lot more stiff and eager, his tip bullyingly grazes against your g-spot as you cried out, making him grunt before quickly slapping a hand over your mouth to shut you up. âCanât a nasty whore shut the fuck up? Or do you want him to wake up and see you creaming on his sonâs cock? Is that what you want? Such a cock-hungry little slut.â
ŕŞââ´ The âpussyâ heâs getting is from the same sweet girlfriend that he buys sexy lingerie for, to wear and model them for him and he finishes off the show by ripping them to shreds off of you and fucking you into a brainless whoreâbut like father, like son, Megumi does the exact same when heâs not there. Itâs like they both think alike when it comes to certain thingsâthat being sex. No wonder sometimes some of them tend to go âmissingâ leading him to buy you even more for his son Megumi to fuck you in. He loves seeing you all dolled up with your matching pink panties and bra. It makes both of them absolutely feral.
ŕŞââ´ The âpussyâ heâs getting is from the adoring girlfriend who he fucks absolutely stupid and good, to the point where your toes curled as your eyes roll back to your skullâa moaning mess as he forces out orgasms after orgasms out to you till the whole mattress is drenched and soaked with cum. The only (downside?) would be Megumi hearing everything from the next room, brows furred together has he angrily fist fuck his pulsating cock, imagining he was the one drilling deep into you instead. The next day heâd corner you while your sitting on the couch and manhandle your body so youâll be face down and ass upâstuffing three thick, long fingers into your tight asshole, stretching it apart while he snakes his tongue deep into your hungry pussyâexploring your insides. Your asshole taking in his fingers with pure pleasure as you buckle your hips back onto his face, like a whoreâeagered for more.
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OT8 SKZ Headcannons:
.⢠{how they orgasm}â˘.
OT8 x reader HCS..smutty, kinda fluffy
Warnings: degredation, breeding, mentions of choking/slapping, reader is called a bitch, lots of cum obviously, if i missed any lmk!
first post!! lmk how u feel abt it and send me asks!! :3 enjoy~*
smut below the cutâŚ.
Christopher Bahng:
⢠straight to his core. loud, strangled noises spill from his mouth as he ruts into you like a desperate dog.
⢠grips onto whatever he can grab on you. especially when his orgasm takes him by suprise, hes gasping and frantically finding your wrist to hold so he can ride it out.
⢠during, heâll lean down and send a growlish-moan to your ear, in a âyou did this to me.â wayđľâđŤ
⢠his cock definetly throbs, if he pulls out, all you can see is it bobbing up and down and shooting out hot cum.
⢠heâs dazed afterwards, looking at his mess with half-lidded eyes as he smears it with his thumb.
⢠hits him more forcefully than sensually, like a pent up release. and trust, if you choke or slap him while heâs cumming then heâll roll his eyes back and cum 10x harder.
⢠same for if heâs cumming from your strap, then its all broken whines and drooly pillows from there.
⢠im a firm believer of breeding kink chan. heâll press down on your tummy so you canât miss the feeling of his warm cum swelling you up.
âahn- fucking..feel that? good whores get bred out, right? thats fucking right..made me cum, sweet girl..â
Lee Minho:
⢠sooooooo long.
⢠his dancer core makes his orgasms last forever.
⢠youâll be done touching him, and a minute later his cock is still throbbing and squirting out little droplets of cum.
⢠usually has deeper, longer moans throughout. but when it first hits, he lets out a loud, pornographic noise akin to a yell.
â˘his head lowers and his face is pained and focused. hands trembling slightly at how hard it hits him.
⢠makes the prettiest faces during it. all pleasure dazed, like hes in a trance, or like he canât believe how intense his orgasm is.
⢠def an eye roller. his orgasms hit hard, not in a shaking way, but heâll throw his head back and grip onto you, so he can hold you still while he works through his orgasm.
â˘when his eyes arent rolled to the back of his head, they are either closed or heavy lidded and unfocused.
⢠coming back to this, he prefers holding you still while he cums. hes way too sensitive for any extra motion. if you try to move on top of him, heâll firmly cling onto your shoulders to keep you still.
⢠always a bit exsausted afterwards, but still laughs in disbelief at how long it really is.
âah!âŚstay still. stay fucking still, please. just let me cumâŚmmfh- fuck..feels so good.â
Seo Changbin:
⢠goes quiet when heâs about to cum. like its the only thing he can think about.
⢠1/3 of moanracha. one of the only ones that moan (but turns kinda growl-ish at the endđ¤)
⢠he knows his strength, so when he cums he tries to either get off of you or relax his body as much as he can. (thats why he prefers you on top)
⢠sounds in pain but heâs definetly not. he forgets how good you make him feel sometimes.
⢠a lip-biter, its how he calms himself down, also a throbber!! his hips never stutter though, heâs very good.
⢠a slut for his neck being touched, bite or kiss on his neck and heâll cum so good for you.
⢠like i said earlier, he wants to hold you close so bad! but, heâs nervous he might crush you. so he trains himself for you, softly fucking into you and holding his trembling body back from just holding you down and pounding you.
⢠soft binnie boy in his dirty talk, his strength doesnât match his words as he softens his body and starts to cum inside you.
âsoft- soft..gânna fuck you softly, yeah? sweet girl..making me cum..so good to me.â
Hwang Hyunjin:
⢠2/3 of moanracha. he moans unashamed, long, sensual noises that have you dripping.
⢠treats an orgasm like a piece of art, making sure to cum right on your pretty pussy and admire.
⢠his thighs tremble and his mouth hangs open, pleasure spreading along his body and glowing in his sides, eventually spilling all out onto you, his stunning muse.
⢠when heâs fucking you, there is nothing in the world that could break his concentration. its like you both have built this sweet atmosphere in the air, heated colors flash in your mind, trapping you with him.
⢠and when he cums, that atmosphere shatters into a million pieces, like nothing else in the entire world matters besides you and the intense pleasure youâre making him feel.
⢠he likes when you cum before him, so he can watch your every reaction to his hard work.
⢠but he likes it even better when you cum with him, he likes sharing the moment with you, so he might even make you hold it.đ¤
ââŚfuck- hold it. iâm almost there, donât fucking cum yet..fuck! i love you! i love you..so much.â
Han Jisung:
⢠3/3 of moanracha. his moans are loud and uncontrollable.
⢠BIGGEST EYE ROLLER. ive seen him do that shit too many times in videos, im so serious he does that when he cums.
⢠he also cannot control that tongue of his, shits always out of his mouth while drool drips from his bottom lip.
⢠he just loves feeling good!! heâll take anything you give him as long as he gets to cum.
⢠his poor little cock gets so red. drips a massive amount of precum just to squirt out such a pathetic little load.
⢠loves teasing his cock after he cums. heâll rub himself on whatever he can, twitching at the little sparks of harsh pleasure that it grants him.
⢠says âfuck meâ even if heâs topping, such a freaky ass bitchđ
⢠and if youâre pegging or fingering him, youâll be suprised at how slutty that little mouth of his is, drooling and babbling out such meaningless little praises and begs.
⢠grips your wrist and thrusts frantically into you with loud, pathetic whines. his eyes are a bit teary when he places his hand on your tummy, begging you to cum because of how overstimulated heâs getting.
âah..fuck- fuck me, fuck me harder..shit. ah, please cum- ah..soon. please? sâtoo much.. i know, im pathetic..mâsorry.â
Lee Felix:
⢠so sensual. like his orgasm is fire, burning his body so slowly.
⢠his hips may be frantic, but his voice is shuddery as he whispers pretty words and praises into your ears.
⢠his face heats up so much its unreal. he cant help but blush at how good you make him feel!!
⢠that deep voice in your earđľâđŤ makes u wanna be silent so you can hear him better.
⢠small load, nothing too much, but it tastes so sweet. you beg him to cum on your face or in your mouth, he feels a little bad but he canât hold it when he sees you stick your tongue out while he jerks his cock off.
⢠likes recieving pain when he cums, like scratching his thighs or biting down on his shoulders. it embarrasses him but also makes him droolđŤśđ˝
⢠okay fr guys..i think felix can squirt. HEAR ME OUT.
⢠rub the palm of your hand over his tip rapidly, or agressively rub his slit and heâs writhing and arching under you. gripping your wrist and begging you to slow down before he hides his face and squirts all over his tummy.
⢠heâs such a pleaser, that heâs unable to focus soley on his pleasure. so if he accidentally cums before you, heâll pull out and mutter little apologies as he rubs your clit, ruining his own orgasm while shoving his face in your neck.
â..ah! fuck! sorryâŚmâsorry..hah- so sorry, angel..please cum- please cum too?â
Kim Seungmin:
⢠when he's subbing, he's a desperate humper. wether its your shoe, or your hand, or even your belongings hes frantically fucking into it, trying to cum hard.
⢠but the way he cums is still the same, no matter what role he's playing.
⢠it looks earth shattering. he twitches and shakes, and his eyes are tightly shut (when they arent rolled back to his brain)
⢠he tries to have you lock eyes with him when he cums, but it always ends up with him breaking it almost immediately.
⢠prefers to cum on your lower back or tummy, but he's a bit of a clean freak so this preference doesn't help him at allđ
⢠very dazed and tender after. he'll look at you with loving eyes and caress your cheek, kinda like the sweet version of chan's "you did this to me" attitude.
⢠he used to be very shy about the way he acted when he came, so he would hold it in, but once you tried to forced one out of him anyway. poor boy was begging you to "wait" and "stop," but his body betrayed him and twitched into your hand.
"mm'ah! wait! stopstop' please- ill cum! please."
(or..dom ver bc im a slut đ)
"oh? fine..make me cum then, bitch..c'mon- oh fuck..that's a good girl. only thing you're good for, right slut?â
Yang Jeongin:
⢠doesnât hit him quite as hard as the others, now that doesnât mean its not enjoyable for him.
⢠it just means that his buildup is stronger than his orgasm, it comes in blissful waves rather than the others.
⢠when it hits, his jaw drops and his eyes close, but soon after 4 seconds of that, hes giggling about it and using it to give you more pleasure.
⢠big ass load. he cums so much its not funny. he likes cumming in you too, so good luck with that!
⢠whispers long, teasing groans in your ear to feel you squeeze around him.
â˘he enjoys fucking more than the actual climax, so heâll usually hold his orgasm off until youâre begging him to cum.
⢠then, heâll tilt his head and glide his cock along your clit with the same pace, like he never stopped fucking you. laughing at your cries and pleads.
âhm..aw, poor baby..want my cum? need my cum inside you? hm..ill think about it.â
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Hello,
So I was wondering, would you be able to write something about cock-warming with Seventeen? If not OT13, then maybe just Hoshi?
This is my first time making a request and I absolutely love your writing! I look forward to seeing your new posts every time I open the app!
Thank you đ
cock warming with seventeen
seungcheol: heâs gritting his teeth, telling you to âsit stillâ ina scolding tone. man is holding on for dear life, hands on your hips, fully committed to the whole âstay stillâ command even though heâs just as worked up. he gives you this look that says âone wrong move and itâs overââyet heâs lowkey loving how hard it is to keep himself together. eventually, you shift just a little and heâs like, âoh, you think youâre funny, huh?â ready to wreck you right then and there.
jeonghan: heâs the absolute worst tease about it. why would you choose HIM to do that? he got that little smirk, acting all unbothered, whispering about how needy you look just sitting there on him. heâll brush his fingers over your hips, trailing them up your spine just to mess with you. every time you try to move, heâs like, âuh-uh, baby, stay still.â you know heâs having fun watching you squirm, and heâs definitely making it as drawn-out as possible.
joshua: gives you sweet little smiles while low-key dying inside. heâs got that hand on the small of your back, running his fingers there just to keep you close. heâll whisper all these sweet nothings, telling you how âperfectâ you are, and every time you clench or move a little, he shudders, just waiting for the second he can actually move.
junhui: oh, heâs got no patience. heâs sitting there, already hard as hell, and youâre making it worse with every tiny shift. he laughs it off, biting his lip, telling you youâre âgonna regret testing him.â junâs the type to nudge your hips a little, just to get a reaction, muttering stuff like, âif you keep doing that, donât blame me for what happens.â heâs a mess and doesnât even last.
hoshi: heâs like, âwhy did we even think this was a good idea?â wiggling around, not even pretending to keep still. every little movement makes him lose it just a bit more, and heâs already breathing heavy, wet as fuck. you both know heâs absolutely hopeless at staying still, but the boyâs trying, just loving the fact that youâre driving him up the wall.
wonwoo: heâs calm on the outside, hands steady on your hips, acting like itâs all fine and dandy, but you can feel that bro is almost melting in that game chair. every time you move, heâs biting the inside of his cheek, giving you these intense, dark-eyed looks like, âdonât test me.â heâll stay like that as long as he can, but little to go snapping.
woozi: this man is a brick wall, hands locked around your waist, practically daring you to move. heâs got a total death grip on his self-control but gives himself away every time he swallows hard or clenches his jaw. determined to make you stay still until heâs ready.
minghao: so de-stressed, itâs unreal. heâs got his hands tracing gentle circles on your back, just enjoying the closeness but totally into it. every time you shift, he just hums, getting more and more fired up. you can tell heâs feeling it, breathing deeper, pressing you closer, but heâll still try to play it off. heâs in no rush but is totally giving in soon.
mingyu: manâs a mess, plain and simple. heâs holding onto your hips with his nails almsot, wide-eyed and flustered as hell. he tries to be the big and strong boyy he is, but every little move makes him gulp, giving you these desperate, needy looks. probably ends up blurting, about how much he needs to fuck you.
seokmin: so flustered, youâd think itâs his first time. heâs trying to stay calm, keeping his hands on your hips to keep you in place, but he canât help it; every time you shift, heâs turning red, letting out little gasps, unable to keep himself from reacting. heâs all, âoh my god, please, justâstay still!â
seungkwan: so worked up, itâs ridiculous. heâs like, âthis was the worst idea ever babe!â but his hands are glued to you, like he couldnât move even if he wanted to. heâs torn between panic and total enjoyment, all red-faced and muttering how heâs âseriously trying here.â you can tell heâs struggling, giving you little pleading looks.
vernon: silent but done for. heâll just sit there, eyes wide, hardly breathing as he holds onto you, doing his best to stay in control but you can see the struggle. every little movement you make has him gripping your hips harder, like heâs hanging on by a thread. probably mutters, âyouâre evil,â under his breath, fully aware heâs about to cum like this.
chan: incredibly sweet, probably nervous but also very into it. heâll laugh softly, maybe trying to make small talk just to keep both of you calm, but the longer you stay like that, the more it drives him crazy. heâll whisper, asking if youâre okay, gently reminding you to stay still but clearly enjoying when you clench or ride him a bit, especially when you both start to give in a little. BUUUUUTâhe waits for you to break first.
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DAYDREAM (s.jy)
âą ; youâre hot boxing in your boyfriendâs car and struggling to ride his huge cock.
PAIRING: stoner bf!jake x gf!reader GENRE: smut CONTENTS: dom!jake, sub!reader, hotboxing & shotgunning (aka smoking weed), cowgirl position, starts out kinda slow and lazy, lil spanking, petnames (baby, princess), praise, spit kink, man handling, oddly loving at the end WC: 1.2k
NOTE: wrote this while listening to jakeâs recent voice live (again). this was written very quickly and not proofread, keep that in mind
âthatâs it. thatâs it, baby.â jake croons in your ear, breath fanning against the sensitive skin of your neck. every sensation is heightened right now, thanks to the two of you hotboxing in jakeâs car. the air has swirling tendrils of smoke, slightly foggy but definitely not as thick as it could beâ itâs just that neither of you could keep your hands off of each other.
jakeâs brown eyes are all gooey and sweet. when he looked over to you sitting in his passenger side with that look, you couldnât help but crawl over into his lap. tasting the strawberry flavor of his chapstick from his plump lips, catching glimpses of the pink in his eyes while he sighed with satisfaction into the heat of your mouthâ no one can really blame you for the position youâre in now, slowly sinking down on jakeâs cock that you pulled out from his baggy jeans.
his voice is sugary yet slightly textured, that soft accent of his getting thicker as he feels you squeezing tighter around his dick, struggling to take him all due to his over-average size. but you want it so bad.
âyâcan take all this dick inside you, right? not too big?â jake asks with a lazy smirk, noticing how your pussy is clenching uncontrollably around him, taking a while to adjust to his girth and length. if you werenât so fucked up youâd probably notice the ego boost youâre giving him as your hands squeeze at his shoulders and you pant under your breathâ but you donât.
âyes, wanâ it so bad. been thinking about how good itâd feel inside me this whole time.â you confess quietly.
jake is in the middle of taking a drag when you finish your sentence, carelessly setting the blunt down to pull you against his lips. you moan into his mouth as you breath in his smoke, gray and white swirling around you as jake slips his eager tongue inside.
jakeâs hips softly pushing deeper into your pussy reminds you how you were struggling to take all of him before, and now heâs completely sheathed inside. he groans as you simultaneously suck on his tongue and your cunt sucks him deeper.
âdamn. yeah, baby? can feel how bad you want it, pussyâs so wet.â
your eyes zero in on how jake brushes his fingers through his hair, the softly curled ends immediately falling back over his brows, framing his face perfectly. you have no idea how he can be so cute and sexy at the same time, but he balances it effortlessly.
your hips start to slowly grind in his lap, jake returning the movement with lazy little thrusts. his hands move to grip tightly around your waist, you reacting with a small whine as you arch your back further, moving barely faster.
âfuck, atta girl.â jake murmurs, only motivating you to go harder, crying out as you start to full on bounce up and down his cock.
jake mutters a broken expletive under his breath, hands trailing lower to squeeze at your ass, feeling how it jiggles with each drop of your hips and wishing he could see it from the back. (next time, heâs fucking you in front of a mirror)
he feels his stomach tense, moaning in pleasure as his skull falls back against the head rest.
your pussy could be jakeâs downfall, it could destroy him if you let itâ and he really wishes you would. he might smoke weed a lot, but the only addiction he has is to you and your wet little cunt, always eager to take his fat cockâ even when you try and play hard to get. and how gorgeous you look when you ride his face? fuck. nothing makes him feel as high as you do.
jakeâs hand spanking your ass, the sting lighty burning into your skin as you gasp and take a deep breath of the foggy airâ itâs like thatâs enough to snap the last string of your boyfriendâs control.
thereâs the sound of a drawn out âthunkââ then the driverâs seat is falling down, your barely covered tits that are suppressed in a tank top pressing against jakeâs hard chest as you fall down with it.
âthatâs it, princess. bounce that sexy ass on my fat cock.â
you canât control the sounds that escape your lips anymore, whimpering and crying out as your wet pussy slamming against jakeâs groin fills the car with the noise of slapping skin.
you sit up on your elbows, jakeâs face practically in your tits with the new position. your thighs clench tightly around his body as he leans up to kiss at your neck, sucking marks into the skin with his hot mouth. heâs always messyâ so whether itâs on purpose or accidental, his spit leaves a cold tingle against your skin. when you feel the faint tickle of a small droplet running down to your clavicle, you canât help but whine out, opening your mouth to him while giving jake begging eyes.
jake obliges with a shaking exhale, face almost turning as desperate as yours when he sees your cute, fucked out face. his hand holds you still by the jaw, leaning up to spit in your mouth with a nasty, wet noise. your cunt squeezes so tight around him that jake can hardly keep from busting inside. he watches how you savor him on your tongue before swallowing, staring at him with your pretty eyes before opening your mouth and showing him how itâs all gone.
jake canât help the growl he lets out, pulling you down somewhat roughly to passionately kiss you. heâs not even letting you move at this point, his hands controlling your hips and moving you up and down his cock like a fleshlight, fucking into you with complete unrestraint.
âthatâs my girl, my dirty little princess. lettinâ this dick stretch out your messy cunt.â
âmmm, fuckâ jakey.â you whine, eyes squeezing shut as your hands find purchase on his shoulders, needing something to hold onto as jake man handles you.
âi daydream about you all the time, yâknow. missinâ you when i wake up without you, thinkinâ about your cute smile and cuddles.â
jake creeps one hand down to your pussy, starting to rub little circles against your clit. you swear you feel him trace a heart too.
âwannaâ wanna wake up to you every morning, baby. wanna make you feel this good everyday. donâ wanna miss you no more.â
your ears pound, heart beating almost out of your chest as a spiral coils tighter in your belly, feeling like itâs about to burst. jakeâs free hand is pressed on your back, making your pussy flutter with how large it is against your spine. your eyes sting from the smoke, but you force them open to gaze into jakeâs pussy drunk eyes. the love that casts over the gorgeous brown with a glossy sheen has you hugging him closer to you.
âiâmâ iâm close, jakey. please?â
âgo ahead, princess.â you barely hear jake say over your moans and the blood rushing in your ears.
you cum with a cry, your release flooding over jakeâs cock and dripping down between his balls. jake has a full body tremble, but he doesnât let goâ and he doesnât stop his thrusts, still slowly fucking into you even after your high ends.
âwanâ more, baby? wanâ more of this cock?â
you wordlessly nod your head, delirious as jake fucks you stupid. all you know how to do is rock your little hips, taking the swollen, needy tip of jakeâs dick deeper inside your creamy pussy.
âyeah, baby. use it like a toy, huh? use jakeyâs big cock to make your little pussy feel good.â
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Angel
dark!stepbro!Rafe Cameron x f!Reader
Warnings: noncon (rape), somno, incest (step siblings), loss of virginity, unprotected sex, unwanted creampie, drugs, drinking, possessive behavior, controlling behavior, mentions of previous male masturbation
A/N: in my mind, Rafe is like 2-3 years older than Reader (everyone is 18+ and college aged)
Rafeâs knuckles were turning white as he gripped the steering wheel. The speedometer was flirting with triple digits but his eyes still flicked back and forth between you and the road.
He should have known better, he did know better, and still he let you walk out of the house wearing that sad excuse of an angel âcostume.â In reality it was just tiny white ruffle shorts paired with a white corset along with angel wings and a halo top headband.
Any other night if you had tried to walk out the door in lingerie in front of your step brother, he would have told you to change, but because it was halloween, and seeing you dressed up like that made him so hard he couldnât think straight, so of course he said âyesâ knowing heâd be walking into the party with the hottest girl on the island on his arm.
What he hadnât anticipated however, was the number of guys (especially his friends) who had the balls to flirt with his little step sister right in front of him.
Even Topper and Kelce had been eyeing you differently and it pissed Rafe off to no end.
You followed him to the kitchen where he grabbed drinks for both of you and he tried to ignore the eyes that were raking up and down your exposed body.
âAre any of your friends here yet?â He asked as he passed your drink to you.
âI donât think so,â you answered, fishing your phone out of your purse to check your texts.
He hadnât planned on letting you out of his sight, much less 5 feet from his side, but when he felt someone tap him on the shoulder, he spun around to see a blond girl in a Tinkerbell costume.
âAre you one of Topperâs friends?â
âYeah.â
âHi, Iâm Tiffany,â she flashed a smile as she drank him in with her eyes.
âRafe.â He responded dryly, taking a swig from his solo cup.
âWhatâs your costume supposed to be?â Her voice annoyed Rafe and he looked down at his blue jumpsuit for a second to remind himself before answering.
âCornelius Snow, I think? Um, from the Hunger Games? I donât know, it was Y/Nâs idea.â He mumbled, looking past the girl to check on you, but when he realized you were no longer standing beside him, or even in the same room, he quickly brushed past her without a word.
Luckily you didnât travel too far, but Rafeâs relief upon finding you was short lived.
Two kook guys were standing next to you, practically eating you with their eyes, and sweet, oblivious you were none the wiser.
âI love your costume,â one said.
âYou look fantastic tonight.â
âAw thanks!â You beamed.
âLooks like your cup is getting empty, you want me to grab you a refill?â
âIf you donât mind-â you had begun handing your solo cup to the guy but you stopped yourself when Rafe appeared to your right, snatching the cup out of your hand and wrapping his arm around your waist possessively.
âItâs okay, I can take care of her,â he snapped at the two guys, shooting a deadly glare at them as he led you away.
âRafe, what was that about?â You complained, completely confused by his behavior.
âAre you stupid or something, Y/N? Because I just watched you try to hand your drink over to two complete strangers at a fucking frat party.â
âThey were just being nice-â
âThey could have been trying to drug you for all you know,â Rafe chided you sternly and you couldnât shake the feeling that he was talking to you like you were a little kid. âRose put me in charge of taking care of you tonight, and youâre not exactly making it easy on me by disappearing without a word and accepting drinks from frat brothers.â
The two of you arrived at the kitchen and you silently handed your cup to him to refill your drink.
âJust⌠be careful, Y/N/N, okay?â You had turned away from him and he couldnât help but eye the way your corset showed off your perfect tits, and he dryly swallowed, hoping that his hard on wasnât too obvious.
You turned to look at him, sighing like you were annoyed, but you nodded your head as you grabbed the drink from him, âI know, Rafey, I know.â
âWhere are your friends at?â
âThey should be here by now, but I havenât seen them just yet.â You looked around the room you were in, still not finding them. âI need to pee, whereâs the bathroom?â
He took your drink, pointing towards the hallway where the restrooms were.
âCome right back here, okay?â
âMm âkay,â you responded, heading to the bathroom.
Rafe didnât want to be so worried about you, he didnât want to be so over-protective, but he couldnât help how possessive he felt over you, and the thought of any other man talking to you, much less touching you, was enough to have Rafe itching to grab a gun.
He hadnât realized how long it had been until he checked the time and realized you had been gone for almost 10 minutes, which seemed unusual.
Rafe went to the bathroom, knocking on the door only to find that it was empty.
He cursed under his breath, angry that you had snuck away from him again, and he closed the door behind him as he anxiously pulled out his small bag of coke, using his key to bring a bump to his nostril.
Shit like this was the reason he did coke so much.
Rafe left, slamming the door before turning to look throughout the large house party.
You werenât in the first crowded room that he checked, or the second, or the third; and by the time Rafe finally found you with Topper, watching him set up a line for you before handing you a rolled up dollar bill he was seeing red.
He watched as you leaned over the table and sniffed the white powder into your nose, his knuckles curling into fists when Topper draped one arm over your shoulders.
When you looked up and locked eyes with him, your face dropped in an instant.
âWhat the fuck are you doing, Y/N?â
âRafe-â Topper jumped in his seat, removing his arm as his face turning red when he realized how pissed off Rafe really was.
âShut the fuck up, Top.â He snapped, never taking his burning gaze off of you. âWhat the fuck are you doing, Y/N?â
âI- Top was just showing me how toâŚâ
âNo.â
âWhat?â
âNo, youâre done. Partyâs over.â Your step brother stalked closer, wrapping his hand around your arm and harshly yanking you up off the couch.
âRafe, you canât be serious, you do it all the time!â You protested, trying to pull against his tight grip as he forced you through the house and toward the front door.
âI said, no. Weâre going home. Now.â His voice was practically shaking with rage at this point, the effects of the bump he took in the bathroom settling in.
âYouâre being so unfair! My friends arenât even here yet!â Your voice slurred and Rafe realized how drunk you were.
âDid you have another drink?â
âTopper made me one,â you answered, and now Rafe really wanted to kill him.
What the fuck was he thinking getting his little sister drunk and giving you coke? Apparently Sarah wasnât enough for him, he wanted another Cameron sister as well.
He could have Sarah for all Rafe cared, but you were his.
âAre you even sober enough to drive?â
âYes,â he snipped, pulling open the passenger door of his truck and roughly pushing you in before loudly slamming it shut.
The drive back to your house was filled with a tense silence, and you were too drunk to realize just how fast Rafe was driving.
Rafe just stewed in his anger and frustration, equally pissed off at you and all of the jackasses who had been hitting on you.
Especially fucking Topper.
He should have known better.
Rafe pulled into the driveway, mentally preparing himself for the explanation he was going to have to give Rose if she was still awake, but when he glanced over at your seat, you were fast asleep. He sighed, partly in relief that he wouldnât have to explain himself, but also frustrated that he couldnât chew you out more.
He got out of the truck, coming around to your side to scoop you into his arms and carry you inside. Rafe cradled you in his arms, careful not to wake you as he brought you up the stairs and to your room, closing the door before softly laying you onto your bed.
Rafe leaned over, his fingers found the straps of your shoes, undoing them before pulling your heels off your feet and laying them onto the floor, where he took off his own boots as well.
When he turned his attention back to you, you looked so peaceful and beautiful it made his cock throb and Rafe suppressed a groan as he brushed a stray hair out of your eyes.
His gaze landed on your soft lips, and before he could stop himself, before he even knew what he was doing, really, Rafe leaned down, pressing his lips to yours for the very first time.
Rafeâs hand came to your face, softly stroking your cheek as his lips moved against yours. You tasted like alcoholic punch and cherry lip gloss, and Rafe could feel his hard on straining against the material of his jumpsuit.
He pulled away, head spinning as he mindlessly unzipped the top of his jumpsuit, pushing the fabric off his shoulders before reaching for the zipper on his pants.
All he could think about were all of the frat guys at the party eyeing you like you were a piece of meat they couldnât wait to sink their teeth into. Like you were some prize to be won.
At the same time, the thought of someone else being your first ignited a blind rage inside of Rafe, one that festered in his brain and mutated into an ugly, twisted desire.
He wasnât going to let his sweet angel of a step sister get taken advantage of or corrupted by any of the awful guys on the island, kooks or pogues.
If anyone was going to be your first, it was going to be him.
Rafe looked down, surprised when he realized he had been leaning over your sleeping form, pumping his hard cock with his hand.
He stopped himself for a moment, afraid that you might wake up, but you barely stirred, too deep in sleep to register your older step brother leering over you.
The blond took a shaky breath as he reached out towards your hips, his fingers brushing along the soft material of your shorts before finding the waistband and slowly pulling them down your legs.
âFuck,â he softly groaned as he took in your matching white, lacy panties beneath.
Admittedly, Rafe was no stranger to going through your underwear drawer and stealing a pair of your underwear to jack off into as he fantasized about hate fucking you every time you did something to piss him off.
These were unfamiliar to him. You must have bought them just for halloween, he thought, a new wave of possessive jealousy coursing through him.
Were you seriously thinking about fucking someone tonight? Maybe your friends were never even coming to the party, and it was all a ploy for you to slip away from Rafe and hook up with some asshole.
Rafeâs large hands came to your hips, grabbing your panties and yanking them down your legs. His heart was beating so loudly in his chest he was afraid you might hear it, but he couldnât stop himself.
He had to know how good you felt, he had to make sure he was your first.
He guided himself to your core, cursing under his breath as he rubbed the tip of his cock along your messy slit. You already felt so wet, he barely had to touch you, and he wondered if there was some part of you that subconsciously knew what was going on, that wanted this to happen.
His hands found the back of your thighs, spreading your legs further apart so he could get closer to you.
When he rubbed his cock against your clit, you squirmed a bit and a soft hum that sounded suspiciously like a moan fell past your lips.
He felt his cock twitch, aching to fill you up, and Rafe finally lined himself up with your slick lips before planting his arms beside your waist and pushing his leaking tip inside of you.
You felt so warm and tight, and the feel of your silky walls squeezing around the head of his cock was better than anything he could have possibly imagined. He slowly began moving, not going any deeper, but just creating a friction that made his jaw clench as he held back groans.
âShit, Y/N,â he whispered, leaning over to press his feverish lips to yours again, the feeling of your cunt pulling him in making him feel dizzy.
He hadnât intended to go any further, thatâs what he told himself. He thought if he just got a taste, he could be satisfied and he could wait until later to have all of you.
But when his eyes flicked down to where your bodies connected, he was surprised to find half of his length disappearing into you.
You whimpered in your sleep as your walls pulsed around him, distracting him from his moral quandaries. Rafe reached a hand to your chest, cupping one of your tits over your corset as his pace slowly increased.
âGod youâre fucking perfect,â Rafe murmured, his lips finding yours again. All the while, he pushed himself deeper and deeper inside you until his tip kissed your cervix.
Far too gone to turn back now, and spurred on by your soft whimpers and gasps, Rafeâs hips were snapping against yours faster now, channeling his frustrations into punishing you for the way you acted tonight.
You wanted to lose your virginity so badly? Fine, Rafe thought, he would take it from you to insure he would be your first and only.
He knew it was wrong, god, it was sick how deeply he needed to ruin you for daring to disobey him. Rafe was well aware that he crossing every boundary in the world, that you would hate that he was robbing you of this experience; but maybe thatâs why he was so painfully hard as he rutted into you over and over.
And imagining sitting across from you at the dinner table, knowing that his sweet, innocent sister would have no idea that her older step brother was her first was almost enough to make him cum.
But the thing that really sent him over the edge, what had him spilling himself deep inside you and filling your walls with his hot, sticky cum, was your soft, angelic voice moaning his name in your sleep.
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For you? Anything.
lando norris x fem reader
summary: Even during the worst week of you life, and no matter how tired he is, Lando would do anything to make you feel better. (2.6k words)
warnings: fluff, established relationship, language.
a/n: And we are back to our regular schedule! Kinktober is officially over (kinda, more context here) so it's time to post regular fics. So, I wrote this sometime last week before the shit show of yesterday's race so that's why there are no mentions of it, but I do have some planned about that so we'll see when I can work on them. Anyway, this is for me and all the girlies who have been feeling stressed about work, let me know what you think!
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What a week it has been for you. You had done nothing but work on a stupid project your boss put you in charge of. It was very short notice, and the due date was creeping up on you faster than you wouldâve liked.Â
The good thing is Lando had been away for weeks due to his job; not that you didnât want to see him or that he was a distraction, nothing like that, but you always preferred to be with him instead of working, which isnât something you would be able to do this time due to the amount of things you had to go over, but with the house all to yourself, you had the chance to get tons of work done.
It was finally the day of the presentation; you were supposed to pitch the finished project to management and honestly, you werenât 100% confident in the job you had done. Usually, you were never too harsh on yourself, but with so little time to work on it, you knew there were some parts here and there that couldâve used a little more of your attention, but it was either use what you already have or show up with an unfinished project, so that would have to do. It wasnât terrible; you were sure of that, but these people always found something to complain about.
You were there for only a few minutes before you were dismissed. What a fucking joke, you thought.
You didnât even get half the presentation done, and the old dudes sitting across from you were already attacking you with questions, questions that didnât even make sense or barely fit the theme of what you were trying to talk about.Â
Your boss was the one to send you out, saying something like âYou have another week; we hope youâll be more prepared next time,â before standing up and leaving the cold conference room, followed by the rest of the men that were surrounding him.
Only minutes after going back to your office you saw him come in, giving you notes on the things he thought you should work on. As the polite girl that you are, you just nodded and wrote down whatever he was saying, apologising for not turning it up on time, but as soon as he left, you couldnât stop the tears from falling down your face, ruining your make-up in the process. You still had half of your day ahead of you, so you calmed down, washed your face, and went back to work like nothing happened.
At the end of the day, however, thatâs a different story. You went back home completely devastated. All those sleepless nights you spent with your nose buried in your laptop felt like a total waste.Â
As you drove back home, you tried your best to hold the tears, but it was getting harder by the second, especially with each step you took down the hall that led to the door of your apartment, and when you made it there, you started crying as soon as you closed the door behind you.
You instantly got rid of your uncomfortable clothes and got into one of Landoâs shirts, curling up in your bed and letting all that consuming and irrational feeling of failure sink in. You knew you werenât a failure; you were well aware of your worth, but you couldnât help but feel like that after miserably failing the presentation you worked so hard on.
Suddenly, the front door opening pulled you out of your thoughts. You let out a loud sigh as you left the bed. You knew it was Lando coming back from his last race, and any other day you wouldâve been happy to see him, running to the door to greet him with a hug like he deserved, but right now, you didn't want him to have to see you in that pathetic state.
You stared at yourself in the mirror for a moment, sighing again when you realised how obvious it was that you had been crying, so youâd just have to avoid eye contact.
âHi baby,â Lando greeted you with his usual pretty smile as he entered your room.
"Hey,â you replied, immediately turning around and walking towards your desk, sitting facing away from Lando as you opened your laptop.
âDid you sleep okay last night? How did your presentation go?â He walked closer to you and wrapped his arms around you in a tight hug, kissing your temple.
âIt was okay.â He stopped when he noticed your heavy mood.Â
"You alright, love? You seem down." His brows were slightly furrowed as he tried to make eye contact.
ââ"Yeah, fine. I think Iâm just gonna work on it a little more; there were some things missing that I need to include," you replied, clearly lacking energy.
âHey now, letâs not do that." Lando turned the chair over to make you face him. He looked down and noticed your glossy eyes, a worried feeling growing inside him. âTalk to me, please. Whatâs wrong?â
You just shook her head briefly, a lip-tight smile covering your face. âEverythingâs fine.â
âY/NâŚâ The slip of your name past his lips made you want to cry again. Of course you wanted to be comforted by your boyfriend, but you didnât like the thought of him having to pick up the pieces anytime you messed up. As a tear rolled down your face, you realised that you didn't have the energy or even the desire to push him away âOh baby, come here.â
Lando took your hand as he sat on the floor next to you, pulling you onto his lap. Your face was now buried in his black hoodie, the tears wetting it instantly as he brushed a hand softly up and down your back.
âItâs okay, Iâve got you." He would understand if you didnât want to talk about it but would still like to know what was happening. If there was anything he could do to help, he would gladly do it. âDo you wanna talk?â
âI just-â A sob cut you off, âI- I couldnât do it, even after everything I did, it wasnât enough.â
âIs this about your presentation?â He asked, his voice softer than ever, and you simply nodded. âItâs alright-â
âNo, Lando, itâs not alright. I worked hard to get it together, to get it ready for days and nights and I still failed, Iâm so stupid-â
âHey, baby, look at me," he interrupted you, pulling back a bit and gently lifting your chin to look into your eyes. âYou know thatâs not true; youâre so smart, and I've always admired your beautiful mind. You gave it your best, like you said, you worked really hard, and even if you didnât get the reaction you deserved, you know Iâm right here.â You simply nodded at his words as the back of your hand wiped some of the tears. âWhy didnât you wanna tell me?â
"Because I don't want you to be disappointed in me like I am right now." You looked down to your lap as more tears fell from your tired eyes.
âYou should know that I could never be disappointed in you, Y/N. You are so intelligent and kind; Iâve never met anyone with such a beautiful soul, so I don't ever want you to feel down about yourself because you are perfect." You felt both of Landoâs large hands caress either side of your face, bringing it up so he could look into your eyes again as he swiped at the tears that had managed to escape from your eyes.
The slight smile that had formed on your tear-stained face told Lando that his words meant something to you, and they did. âYouâre only saying that because youâre my boyfriend.â
âNo, Iâm your boyfriend for all those reasons." You giggled slightly. âAnd Iâm sure that no one would disagree with me.â
âMy boss would.â
âWhat does he know?â That made you laugh again, making Lando smile, a smile so sincere that told you he believed everything he just said.
"Thank you, baby, even though youâre being a little biased." You sniffled as you gently stroked the hand that was still on your cheek, keeping your eyes locked with his âI love you.â
âI love you more,â he smiled, pressing his lips to your forehead. You took a deep breath, feeling a lot calmer than you did five minutes ago as you looked at your laptop briefly.Â
âI should probably get back to work, though; I have to basically remake the whole thing and meet with them again next week.â
âWhat? Right now?â
âYes, right now. Iâm sorry.â
âAre you sure you donât wanna go to bed? You look pretty tired. We can cuddle, I know we both need it.â
âI would love to,â your gaze fell on your bed momentarily; it looked so comfortable, and it was literally calling your name, âbut I really need to get this done, and I have to do it right this time. I donât wanna be embarrassed again in front of a bunch of old dudes.â
You stood up from his lap and sat back on your desk, focusing on the screen in front of you as you began to analyse what you should take out and what you needed to add.Â
Lando just sighed. He knew there was no way he would get you to stop working if you already set your mind to it, but honestly, he thought he would get to spend every second with you once he got back home, so needless to say, he was a little disappointed that wasnât the case.
He got it though; your job was important for you, and you would never settle for anything unless it was perfect. What made his blood boil was the fact that your boss had the nerve to make you feel like you weren't worth it.Â
âDid you eat something already?â He asked you, getting up from the floor and wrapping his arms around you once again.
âUh- Iâm not really hungry.â
âWhy donât I cook something for us? What do you say?â
âItâs okay, baby, you should go to bed.â You tilted your head to look at him and give him a quick kiss. âI know you are tired, the triple header couldnât have been easy.â
You started collecting your things so you could take over a different part of the apartment. He had been travelling for weeks; it wouldnât be fair to keep him up just because you needed to get work done.
âWhere are you going?â
âTo your office, if thatâs okay. I really donât want to bother you.â
âYouâre not-â
âLan, Iâll be okay, I promise. Just go to bed, donât worry about me.â Taking a few steps closer to him, you gave him a loving hug, âI love you.â
You left the room, holding everything in your hands as Lando just stood in the same spot. There was no way he would go to bed without you, not when you were feeling so down and it was clear you just needed to take a break.
Taking a deep breath, he started to make a plan in his head. He took the quickest shower of his life and got into something comfy, praying there was food, or more specifically, ingredients to cook you something that he wouldnât mess up and that you would enjoy.
Everything seemed to be on his side when he found everything he needed to make some Alfredo. Everything was pretty much premade, so he knew he wouldnât ruin it. He happily got to work, setting up a nice dinner as he hummed one of the songs that had been stuck in his head for who knows how long.Â
In the office, you were nearly breaking your head as you read the information you had over and over again. You kind of knew what it needed to be since your boss gave you a few specific notes, but then again, you werenât feeling completely confident in your own ideas.Â
You didnât realise you had been locked away for over an hour, your eyes getting insanely tired as you typed away. A break was needed and well deserved, and you were aware of this, but somehow it didnât feel like you were making any progress, even though you had been working non-stop and you had already readjusted about half of the project.
A loud sigh escaped your lips as you abruptly closed your laptop, your face falling to your hands as your eyes felt wet yet again. That was it; there was no way you could keep going. You needed to grab a quick snack and head straight to bed. You did have an early morning the next day after all.Â
Just as you were gathering all your strength to get up, you heard the door open, making you jump a bit.
âFuck, you scared the shit out of me.â You laughed as your hand fell on your heart.
âSorry, love. Didnât mean to scare you,â he giggled, walking towards you.
âWhat are you doing still awake? I thought you went to bed.âÂ
âI couldnât sleep without you. Are you almost done here?â He looked at your closed laptop, celebrating internally as he assumed you were done working for the night.Â
âYeah, I guess. My brain stopped working, so I thought my future self can worry about the rest tomorrow.â
âGood. Come here.â He extended his hand out to you, which you happily took. âPlease stop overworking yourself, you know this isnât healthy.â
âI know,â you let out a sigh as you accepted his embrace. âIâm seriously thinking about quitting. Who knows, maybe Iâll find something that doesnât make me feel this stressed all the time.â
His hand was caressing your back softly as he pulled away to look down at you. âYou know you can, right? And I really think you should. I make enough to support the both of us and even a family in the future... Baby, you donât have to keep working there if you donât want to.â
His words made a smile appear on your face. Not because he was offering to basically support you for the rest of your life, but because he brought having a family with you. âYou know Iâd never let you do that-â
âBut if you do want to quit and just take a break, you can do that too,â he interrupted you. You nodded, seriously considering it, but that was something you would have to think about and have a serious conversation in the future if you ever did decide to do it.
âWeâll see. Right now, I just need something to eat and some sleep. I have to get up early tomorrow.â
âSpeaking about dinner, I made something for you.â
He took your hand and guided you to the dining room, a big smile on his face as he proudly showed off the beautiful set-up and the (hopefully) delicious dinner he managed to cook. He looked back at you expectantly, but his happiness quickly turned into a worried look when he noticed tears falling from your eyes again.Â
âWhatâs wrong, baby?â He asked, a hand softly falling on your cheek as he leaned down.Â
You were out of words; you truly didnât know what to say. This is just what you needed, and the fact that he went out of his way to do it for you meant a lot more than he could ever imagine.
âI- Lando, this is-â you cut yourself off when you couldnât find the right thing to say, so you just jumped in his arms and gave him the tightest hug ever. âThank you for everything. And I mean everything.â
He let out a sigh of relief, hugging you back as he buried his head on the crook of your neck. âFor you, my love, Iâd do anything.â
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Annoying
Oscar Piastri x Norris!Reader
Warnings: None
Summary: You and Oscar tend to get on your brotherâs nerves when you show PDA. Here are a few instances of that.
Word count: 700+
The first time it happened, it was a weekend off from racing, so you, Lando and Oscar decided to spend some time together and hang out. Yâall are currently playing Mario Kart and you are beating both of them. âFor guys who drive race cars for a living, yâall suck at Mario Kart.â You tease them. Lando rolled his eyes and Oscar laughed at you. âOh hush.â He retorted.
After you beat them once again, you decide to eat some takeout for dinner and watch a movie. You and Oscar are cuddled up on one couch while Lando is on the other. He looks over to see Oscar peppering your face in kisses. âIâm gonna vomit.â He says out loud and you start laughing. Oscar is soon to follow with the laughing. âIs someone feeling lonely over there?â You ask your brother teasingly. He rolls his eyes âNo, but I still donât want to see that.â He says with disgust.
âOh boo. I just want to show my girlfriend some affection.â Oscar tells him. You giggle as him and Lando go back and forth with each other, all in friendly banter. âDo you plan on staying the night?â You ask Lando. He thinks about it for a moment and says he is going to. You get up and get the guest room ready.
~On a race day~
Another time you annoyed your brother was on a race day. You are standing in front of Oscar, he has his arms around your waist and his head resting on top of yours. Yâall really arenât doing anything to crazy but Lando makes a gagging noise and pulls you away from Oscar. âNo touching. I donât want to see that.â You suppress a laugh and tell him to get over it. You go back to Oscar and give him a hug. They get called to go to their cars.
You lean up and give him a kiss and wish him good luck. You go to give Lando a hug and he is glaring at Oscar. âCalm down Lando, heâs my boyfriend and we are going to kiss.â âI still donât like it. Youâre my little sister, youâre not supposed to be kissing anybody.â He mutters. You shake your head and wish him good luck. You know he is giving you a hard time and doesnât mean any harm by it.
~Time skip~
Today marks the two year anniversary since you and Oscar started dating. You are a little upset because Oscar has to work and is in another country at the moment. He called you earlier to say happy anniversary and it made you so happy. You go about your day and around dinner, you hear a knock on the door. Lando is standing there with a bouquet of flowers. âSpecial delivery.â He says. You laugh at him, knowing Oscar put him up to this. âI thought yâall were gonna be gone all week? And how much did he pay you to do this?â
âWe got done early and moved some stuff around and he didnât have to pay me anything. Just promised to keep the PDA to a minimum around me.â He teased. You rolled your eyes at him. âSo where is Oscar right now?â You ask. âJust get ready to go. We are leaving in an hour.â He tells you. You put the flowers in a vase and hurry to get ready.
An hour later and Lando is taking you to the spot you and Oscar had your first official date. He is standing on the overlook with a blanket and a basket. You thank your brother and get out to go to Oscar. When you reach him, you pull him into a kiss âHappy anniversary, baby!â You say. âHappy anniversary!â
Lando rolls down the window, âIâm still here. Would it kill you two to wait till Iâm gone?â He teased. You shrug your shoulders. âIt actually might dear brother. Now go away, I want to spend some time with Oscar today.â He waves and drives off. âEven after all this time weâve been together, the slightest amount of PDA still annoys him.â Oscar laughs at your comment. âI donât think that will change.â He responds and you agree. Dinner goes well and you watch the sunset together before you head back home for the night.
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"and whenever you smile at me, i promise to smile back."
it was a stupid vow, but one you made to satoru at the altar regardless. he had tears in his blue eyes and his lips were quivering and in the moment you really meant it, but god can he be an asshole.
like when he's denying you an orgasm. and he has you on your back, legs parted and hips rocking up against his tongue as he makes out with your pussy like he's on death row. he knows you on a molecular level, every inching indicator of your coming orgasm, and as soon as you give yourself away he's pulling back and wiping his lips while you groan because this is the third time this week.
and when he looks down at you with those puppy dog eyes and flashes you the biggest grin he can manage, you want to flip him off and make him sleep on the couch. you nearly do.
"you made a vow to me, baby," he tsks. "cmon, let me see that pretty smile of yours."
you turn your lips up, just enough to hold true to your vow. "id smile more if you let me cum."
"wrong," satoru shrugs, "you look like thisâ" he parts his lips and rolls his eyes back dramatically "âwhen you cum."
"fuck you," you look away, but his hand is quick to shoot out and turn your gaze back onto him. he's pulling his hard cock from his sweats and tapping the tip against your clit a few times before sighing.
"i'm going to, bossy."
and he pushes into you with a sick pace that has you feeling each hard inch of him. you'll never get used to it, to the way he stretches you out and sends you dizzy with just his cock.
"you look dick drunk already," he grins, you shoot him a sarcastic smile in turn.
you grab his bulging bicep with your left hand, the ring on your finger cool against his warm skin. it makes his hips stutter, having you claimed by him in more than one way: with the heavy rock he put on your finger and with his aching cock deep inside of you.
you know what he's going to do, try and edge you again and again until you go stupid on his cock and finally beg. but the way he reacts to just your wedding ring alone gives you a sick idea. you're still hot from him eating you outâit won't take much to push you over the edge.
"my toru," you hum, and smile a little as you feel his pace increase. "how'd i end up with such a pretty husband?"
he shakes his head, white locks falling into his eyes. "stop, i know what you'reâ"
"marrying you was the best decision of my life, baby," you continue, and bring your ringed hand up to hold the side of his face. his hips buck into you a little faster, a little wilder. "but i want you to fuck me like you did on our wedding night. till i was nauseous with how deep you were inside me. really made me yours, huh baby?"
that's all it takes. he's cutting off your intake of breath with a kiss and sustaining you on his essence alone. his cock splits you open at depths you think shouldn't be possible, and with each mean thrust of his hips into yours the headboard hits the wall in rhythmic mirror of your lusts.
and satoru chides himself: he thought denying you would be fun, a cheeky way to rile you up and get you begging for just the tip if its all he'd gift you with. but he's your husband, your other half: you aren't whole without him and he's empty when not filling you. he fucks you hard and quick and mean but with so much love you'd swear it was your wedding night all over.
and when you finally think you're going to cum, satoru encourages you with quick circles over your clit and the sweetest of praise from his lips. he loves you, he loves everything about you, there's no stronger aphrodisiac than your pleasure.
you cum hard around his cock and milk an orgasm out of him in turn. he fills you, claims you as his all over, and moans symphonies as he does so. your chest heaves, breath lost on you, and when he smiles down at you you're barely seeing straight enough to smile back.
he leans down to kiss you, a hungry kiss. "gonna fuck you so dumb and see if you still remember making that vow, okay baby?"
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HELLOOO idk if ur requests are on rn so take ur time with this request and get to it at ur own time but i was wondering if u could make a short one shot fic abt reader who is in a relationship with katsuki and is at home while he's out in patrol and she sees his location with life 360 and sees that he's beside some sort of restaurant or supermarket so she texts him smth like
i see ur beside the ramen place i like can u buy dinner tonight đ
AND THEN KATSUKI IS JUST đ¤Źđ¤Źđ¤Ź WTF HOW DO U KNOW WHERE I AM ARE U OUTSIDE RN
all lighthearted and funny :))
THANK UUU SO MUCHH đđ
LMFAOOOO thjs js so funnyđđđ tysm for this ask i hope i did it some justice :33 hope youâre still stickin around to read it anon ! Short lil drabble, much luv xx
âsince youâre by that ramen place i like you can get some for dinner đđâ
â ? what the fuckâ
â?? where are you.â
â?â
before you can send another text message, your phone lights up with your boyfriendâs caller id, you giggle.
âhi, baby.â
âwhere the fuck are you at ?â
you snort, readjusting on your sofa âwhat are you talking about ?â you ask teasingly.
you catch the sound of people talking as you hear katsuki grumbling to himself âi donât see you.â
you giggle, kicking your legs a little âand why would you need to see me ?â
katsuki groans, already exasperated and growing more and more impatient, youâre surprised he hasnât started cursing your entire bloodline yet âquit it with that mysterious bullshit, how do you know where iâm at.â
and just to mess with him, you respond âi see you.â
itâs quiet on his end for a moment, aside from the chatter on the street âyn. iâll fucking kill you.â you throw your head back and laugh âonce i find you, youâre done for. your ass is grass.â
âi like it when you talk dirty to me.â you joke, he scoffs hard on the other end âfreak.â you hear him mumble, you giggle some more.
âiâm at home, just saw your location and decided to ask you to get me some food.â
âget you some food.â he bites, scoffing in disbelief.
âus, get us some food. pretty please, suki ?â you use your sweetest voice, maybe he might even be able to imagine your puppy dog eyes through the phone.
he laughs sarcastically âright. what makes you think you deserve to get anything after that little stunt you pulled, huh ?â
you pout, whining so he knows you are âi was just kidding, was jusâ a little jokey-joke.â you canât help but tease him a bit more.
âyeah, my ass.â you snort loudly, laughing and the huff he lets out clearly lets you know heâs not amused, you can see him rolling his eyes at your antics.
âweâll see.â is the answer he graces you with. you squeal, cus you know that means you won. katsuki is quick to remind you he didnât say yes, but you already know his mindâs been made.
âiâm surprised you didnât ask me why i have your location on my phone.â you hum.
katsuki sounds utterly confused by your question when he responds âwhy would i give a shit about that ? sânot like i get somethinâ to hide. donât care if you know where iâm at.â he responds simply.
âsides, i know how obsessed you are with me, soââ
âiâm hanging up now, katsuki. get me my ramen. toodles.â your bitter tone makes him laugh, and just to piss you off some more he adds in a honeyed sweet âsee you later, babe. love ya.â before he hangs up. you huff shaking your head. a text pings and you swipe up to check it, itâs from katsuki again.
âiâm not getting you shit btw.â
he does indeed come back with ramen.
#this was so funny to me omg#cash has been busy w school sorry for leaving yall :<#tysm anon !!#bakugou katsuki x reader#katsuki bakugou x reader#bakugo fluff#bakugou imagine#bakugou x reader#katsuki x reader#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugo x reader#katsuki bakugou x you#bakugo katsuki x reader#katsuki fluff#katsuki x y/n#katsuki x you#katsuki bakugou x female reader#bakugou x you#bakugou x y/n#bakugou x fem!reader#katsuki bakugo x female reader#katsuki bakugo x you#not proofread but will fix later !!#its a short lil thing tho !
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my size kink goes crazy when i see this man âšď¸ tw. reader is described as small, bulge kink, dacryphilia >< !!
Sunghoon cannot get over how adorably small you are. From your height to your hands all the way down to the way your pussy struggles to take him when heâs fucking you in a frenzy. All he wants to do is sink down into you and fuck you like a mad man; he just physically is unable to, however, because of the difference in size between the two of you. Heâs tall, broad, domineering. Youâre small, delicate, sensitive. He struggles to take his time with you. But he will, heâll rub your clit raw and hard until youâre creaming around nothing; Sunghoon will let you feel the ridges on his long digits until youâre squirting and finally able to fuck your needy hole.
But youâre already so overstimulated! So when he simply inserts his bulbous, thick tip youâre shaking your head rapidly, begging with dewy eyes and red stained cheeks. Pained expression with fluttering eyes in ecstasy. Sunghoon is living for itâ your poor face all scrunched and covered in sweat and tears, even your own cum lines your lips from his slimy fingers. He finally fits in your perfect pussy; itâs like he molded you to him. Itâs heaven.
âMy perfect little pussyââ Sunghoon coos in your ear. Itâs a melody, low and gravely that rumbles deep from within his broad chest. âYouâre made for me, yeah, doll?â
You nod, though youâre not sure youâre fully registering what heâs saying. You just know it sounds so good when youâre stuffed full of his thick, long cock. You wonder if youâd ever get fully accustomed to the sheer girth and size. Youâre sure that thereâd never be a day you could easily take such a length. As tears swim down your cheeks you gasp, he moves finally. He pulls out halfway and itâs like you wake up. You clench hard as he fills you fully again, swiping away your tears with his skillful fingers. You grip his shoulders, nails pricking into his pale skin. Everything is overwhelming; you canât think as his lips curl, showcasing those gorgeous canines. Heâs relishing in this moment, itâs obvious.
âMm, câmon, doll,â Sunghoon groans, lifting your legs by the back of your thighs until your knees are beside your head, âLet me hear you.â
And you didnât realize you were silentâ too stunned by his erratic thrusts. You let out a gasp, moaning sharply as his tip smashed right against your cervix. Itâs almost painful had it not been for the way his cock rubs against the rest of your soaked walls. You sigh airily, whines cutting out your throat. âHoon, oh m-my god! I canât⌠I canât do it!â You clutch his biceps that bulge against your head, your eyes lingering on the pearly skin stretched over his thick muscle. Everything about him is big. His hands wrap tightly over your wrist on his shoulder, bringing your palm to his pinkish lips and pecking them with a smug grin.
âYouâre doing so, so well, darling,â Sunghoonâs voice rolls out his chest like a vibrato. Everything is blurring in your eyes as another orgasm swarms your stomach, making your chest tighten. âWorked so hard for this, doll, youâre doing great⌠fuck, you f-feel so good.â He grits his teeth as you clench, blunt nails digging into your skin now. You shake your head as your orgasm teeters over the edge, the feeling filling you until itâs overwhelming and you call out his name in a shaky scream. Sunghoon watches you come undone, fascinated as you clench around him; heâs itching to cum inside of you, his palm pressing deep and hard on your stomach until he can feel the imprint of his large cock in your stomach.
Youâve come so hard to the point where you sob into his shoulder, âShhh, hon, youâre doing perfect⌠wanâ stop?â Heâs sensitive despite his orgasm breaching through his body, nearing close to finishing. You shake your head aggressively, choking on air, âN-no! Fuck! Need youâŚâ
âOh, doll, I know,â Sunghoon groans, finally losing composure, âI- I need to cum⌠let me cum inside?â His hand presses harder in your stomach, feeling how he fills and empties you with every sloppy thrust. You bite your bottom lip hard enough to break skin, jerking your hips in reaction to his. âYes, yesâ Hoonie, donât p-pull outââ Now that heâs in you, you donât wanna feel the emptiness again. Your legs wrap around his waist, stilling him inside of you to the hilt of his pelvis. He cums with a moan of your name, head tilting back until his neck is exposed, Adamâs apple bobbing hard as he swallows back moans.
Now that his head is clearing he turns back to you with an ecstatic smile, deep red blooming under his skin, âBeen wanting to do that for months, doll. It was better than my perverted daydreams.â
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content: mentions of oral sex [f receiving], unprotected sex and cockwarming [very brief]
[just a little something i wrote. pretty much all smut with little to no plot.]
With the side of her face pressed down into the mattress and hips snapping against her ass - all that flooded her ears were his deep grunts, the sound of skin clashing and her lewd moans. He had woken her up in the middle of the night, but she didnât mind. She had given him permission to wake her up whenever he needed it. More specifically, she had even given him permission to wake her up by kissing her right between her plush thighs. It was one of her favorite things - waking up to her boyfriend eating her out. She didnât understand how he could be so good at it. All her previous boyfriends had complained when she asked for it. They would say it made their jaw hurt. That they didnât like the thought of putting their tongue down there, but they never did complain when she would put her tongue on them.
Harry was unlike any other man she had met. He doted on her. He took care of her. He provided for her. If it were up to him, (Y/N) would never have to lift a finger, but he knew that his girl also liked being self-sufficient. He both admired and loathed how independent she could be sometimes. He loved how strong she was, but sometimes it scared him. He couldnât help but wonder every now and then what would happen if (Y/N) realized she didnât need him anymore - didnât want to be his anymore. Harry was sure that his heart would never be mended if that happened.
(Y/N) was his everything. He never had a love like her before, and he had no intention of having another love ever. He was going to marry her. That was a cold hard fact.
âHarry,â she whimpered as she brought one of her hands back and behind her.
He knew what she wanted, and he gave it to her. Placing his large hand in hers, he intertwined their fingers - flexing his to give hers a soft squeeze.
âFeeling good, baby?â Harryâs chin rested against his chest as he looked down at where his thick cock entered his girlfriend.
(Y/N) just hummed in response, but that wasnât enough for Harry. Propping one foot up on the mattress, he brought his freehand down and swatted at one of her ass cheeks. âYou know thatâs not going to cut it.â
Stopping his thrusts, he pulled out which caused (Y/N) to gasp, and she looked over her shoulder at him with wide eyes. She was flipped onto her back faster than she could blink.
Harryâs hands came down to her thighs, and he pushed them apart before plunging back inside of her with one fluid roll of his hips.
âOh my god,â (Y/N) moaned with her eyes screwed shut. âYouâre so fucking deep, H.â
Smirking to himself, Harry leaned down and scraped his teeth against his beautiful girlfriendâs jawline. âDo you like that, (Y/N)? Feeling me so deep in there?â
âYes, yes,â she panted as he started pounding into her once more. âI love it when youâre this deep. I feel you all the wayâŚall the way in here.â
Placing a hand over her lower stomach, (Y/N) pressed down - eliciting a groan from Harry and another mewl of pleasure from her with just how good that felt.Â
(Y/N) was never properly fucked before, and Harry caught onto that by the first time they slept together. She made him work for it, something he didnât mind doing by any means, but when the time actually came, he was seething at her past lovers at what he had seen. Sexy and confident (Y/N) had retreated into a shell of herself the moment he had her laid out on his mattress. She had asked him to turn almost all the lights off, and the ones that were left on had been turned down. She had asked that he not remove her bra, and that he just pull her panties to the side. It pained him to realize that she didnât want him to see her fully naked.
That changed before Harry entered her that night. He took his time to kiss over every inch of her skin. To compliment every piece of her that he could see. He let her know that she was by far the prettiest thing he had ever seen in the world. The most beautiful woman to ever be in his bed. He made it clear that no one before her ever compared, and that no one ever would.
By the time he took her home the next morning, (Y/N) had allowed Harry to take her in four different positions, resulting in six orgasms total. It was obvious to both of them that theyâd never get enough of each other just after that one night.Â
âSqueezinâ my cock so tight. Youâre gonna have me coming sooner than I want to,â Harry huffed out a laugh at himself, and it caused (Y/N) to also giggle. âBut, fuck, honey, you just feel too damn good. Such a snug little thing.â
His words had (Y/N)âs cunt pulsing around him even more, and he could tell she was right on the edge of her orgasm.Â
Sucking on the pad of his thumb, Harry brought it down to start rubbing precise circles against his girlfriendâs clit, and that had her arching her back off the bed.
âHoly shit,â she gasped - toes curling and fists clenching against the pale pink sheets surrounding them. âIâm about to cum.â
Harry watched as (Y/N) threw her head back which resulted in her pretty neck being completely exposed to him. He could feel her walls beginning to clamp down around him, and with one more deep thrust, her orgasm gushed around his length.
âGood girl,â he crooned, leaning down to kiss over (Y/N)âs collarbone. âSuch a good girl fâme.â
Once she felt like the air had properly returned to her lungs, (Y/N) blinked her eyes open to stare at the gorgeous man above her.
âFill me up, please,â she pouted her lips at him as she tapped her fingertips against the spot on her stomach that she had pressed down on earlier. âRight in here.â
âYeah?â Harry smirked as he gripped onto her hips and angled them up just a little more. âWant it tucked up in there?â
âMhmm,â (Y/N) hummed with a nod of her head. âI like it when itâs up there that far. It takes longer to drip out of me, and I like feeling it for as long as I can.â
(Y/N) could be dirty when she wanted to be, but he had never heard her say something like that to him before. Choking out a moan, Harry felt the warmth in his lower abdomen boil over, and before he could process it, he was shooting his load inside her slick pussy.
Biting down on her bottom lip, (Y/N) reeled from the feeling of Harry pumping his cum into her. He didnât stop until he felt like he couldnât hold himself up with his shaky arms anymore. He collapsed against her chest, and she wrapped her arms around him as they both continued to come down from their highs.
âI love when you wake me up in the middle of the night like that,â (Y/N) played with Harryâs curls as she spoke. âCan we fall back asleep like this?â
âSure, baby,â Harry puckered a kiss to the top of one of her breasts. âAnd then when we wake up in a few hours, Iâll continue fucking that same load into you before giving you another."
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diet pepsi | n.jm
âlosing all my innocence in the back seatâ
đnow playing: diet pepsi by addison rae
⯠summary: Jeno has one rule â his little sister is not allowed at street races. Jaemin knows this, and still, he canât help but feel a thrill when he spots you sneaking out to watch him race. That is, until he sees you with another guy, and suddenly, heâs all in favor of Jenoâs rule. And heâs pretty sure that rule also means he should intervene and give you a ride home.
⯠pairings: jaemin x virgin fem!reader
⯠genre: brotherâs best friend, smut, racing!au
⯠words: 5.6k
⯠tags: 18+ minors dni!, swearing, arguing, jealously, pet names, car sex, unprotected sex (donât do this!), oral sex (fem!receiving), fingering, virginity loss, slight corruption kink, bit of angst, âdaddyâ mentioned once but not in a kink way?, jaemin is lowkey a dramatic asshole in the first half, mention of marking, reader uses she/her pronouns, literally just a jealous brotherâs best friend trope because it eats every time
Jaeminâs blood runs cold when he sees youâwait, what are you even doing here?
Heâs never been so tense in the driverâs seat before. Heâs usually all calm and controlled, razor-focused on the track, with only one thing on his mind: winning. And heâs pretty damn good at it. But today, he canât seem to focus. Not with youâJenoâs little sisterâstanding right there on the sidelines, sticking out like a beacon in a crowd of rowdy onlookers.
So out of place, timid and awkward. Normally, heâd find it cute if he wasnât so pissed that youâre even here. You donât belong among his reckless racer friends, the ones with wandering eyes; and the girls with short skirts, heavy perfume, and sharp eyeliner.
Heâs never been this distracted at the starting line before, never found anything particularly interesting to gaze at through his freshly cleaned windshield. But there you are.Â
Ripped blue jeans clinging to every curve that heâs spent years thinking aboutâtoo many nights with his hand wrapped around his cock, imagining how his fingers would mold and print into the soft flesh of your skin. And those cherry-red lipsâthey make pride swell in his chest, a small thrill from knowing heâs the only racer here with a red car. Itâs probably just a coincidence, but Jaemin lets the possessive part of his mind take over, because he wants nothing more than to see that red smeared around your cheeks as he kisses youâwants it to stain him like a claim.
God, whatâs he even thinking?
Youâre his best friendâs little sister. Off-limits.
Speaking of which, why are you here? Jenoâs not racing tonight, and heâd kill you if he found out. Actually, Jeno would kill him, even though Jaemin had no idea youâd even show up. Jeno hated you being at the races on a good day, let alone when he wasnât here to keep an eye on things.
And maybe thatâs why, for the first time, Jaeminâs gaze drifts to his side mirror as he speeds off. Because Jenoâs not here to watch over youâso he has to. Yeah, thatâs it. Itâs for Jenoâs sake. Definitely not because heâs worried about you. And definitely not because he likes the way your cherry-red lips part in a cheerâa cheer he likes to imagine is all for him.
Whoâs he kidding? Jaemin loves knowing youâre here, watching him race. Honestly, itâs the biggest rush heâs ever feltâthe purest shot of adrenalineâand heâs never pushed this hard on the track. But right now, he only wants to win for you.
And he does, slamming on the brakes, coming to a screeching halt the second he crosses the finish line. A few friends clap him on the back as he gets out of his car, congratulating him, but he doesnât care about them. He only wants youâto hear you say he did great, to see that proud look in your eyes. He wants you to beg him not to yell at you for sneaking in tonight⌠or worse, promise he wonât tell Jeno.
Except, Jaeminâs not so sure he can negotiate on the âno yellingâ part of that deal. Not when he spots you in the crowd, looking up at Jisung. Jisung, whoâs got your attention on him instead of his win. Jisung, whoâs making you laughâand Jaemin knows heâs not that funny. Jisung, whoâs handing you a can of Diet Pepsiâand youâre just taking it, smiling at him with those red lips, lips that donât belong to him.Â
Jaemin knows Jisung doesnât have a bad bone in his bodyâChrist, the guy wouldnât hurt a fly, and heâs one of his racer friends. Still, he doesnât like the way you lean in when you laugh or how youâre looking up at him with pretty eyelashes fluttering. It makes something stir in him, something sharp and possessive. Without thinking, he storms over, snatching the damn can from your hand, his fingers brushing against yours in the process.
You gasp, the sound almost too soft, "Woah, Jaemâ"
"What are you doing here, Y/N?
You stumble back, heart skipping in your chest. Heâs looking at you like heâs about to devour you whole. Gaze locked with yours, primal and urgent, scanning you with a heat that makes your breath hitch, throat going suddenly dry. You came here to see himâno one else. But the way his eyes are on you now...you donât know whether telling him that would be a good idea.Â
You swallow hard, feeling small beneath the weight of his stare. âIâuh, IâIâm just⌠here to watch,â you mumble. "I didnât think itâd be a big deal..."
Jaemin doesnât respond right away, his eyes narrowing as they flick over you, then over to Jisung, then back to you. "Alone?" he finally asks. "You just showed up here by yourself?"
âWell yeahâI didnât think anyone would mind..."
"Jenoâs gonna fucking kill you when he hears about this," he mutters exhaling sharply, the tension in his jaw is visible as he crosses his arms. "You know he doesnât like you being here.â His eyes flicker to Jisung for a moment before they shift back to you, a little colder. "And Iâm sure heâll be thrilled to know youâre accepting drinks from other racers, huh?â
Your brow furrows, a tinge of annoyance creeping in. "Itâs just a can of Diet Pepsi, itâs notâ"
Jaemin cuts you off. "It doesnât matter what it is," he snaps. "What matters is that youâre here, without telling anyone where you were going. Without Jeno knowing." He shakes his head in disbelief.Â
You scoff. "Iâm an adult, Jaemin. Jenoâs not my keeper, and neither are youâ"
Jaeminâs jaw tightens, and something flickers in his eyesâsomething dark. But just as quickly as it appears, itâs gone. "Thatâs not the point, Y/N," he growls, his voice lowering. "The point is youâre here, at a street race, by yourself. You think thatâs smart? You think thatâs safe?" He takes a step closer. "What if something happened to you?"Â
"Iâm fine, Jaemin. I can take care of myself, okay?" Your voice cracks, frustration spilling out, but the sound doesnât make Jaemin soften like it usually would.
He steps even closer, towering over you, his presence dominating, and you can feel his breath on your face, hot and quick. âThisâthis shitâ" he gestures around to the crowd, the cars, the racers that surround you both, "this is not safe for you. You shouldnât be here."
Your hands curl into fists at your sides, jaw set as you refuse to back down. "Why? You and Jeno come here every other weekend?â Whatâs the big deal?"Â
"The big deal, Y/N, is that you're a pretty girl, surrounded by a bunch of horny assholes who'd love nothing more than to corrupt a sweet little thing like you."
Your breath catches in your throat, and your mouth goes dry as his words hit you like a punch. You blink, trying to process, but the anger in his eyes is enough to make your pulse quicken. Jaemin must realize what heâs said because there's a brief moment of hesitation. He clears his throat, trying to regain control.
"And you never told anyone," he tries to add, his voice a little less steady now, "And you're letting random guys buy you drinksâ"
"I already told you. It was just a Diet Pepsi, Jaemin. Youâre blowing this way out of proportion!" You cut him off.Â
You donât even know what youâre arguing about anymoreâ and youâre pretty sure he doesnât eitherâitâs like heâs mad for the sake of being mad, the two of you going around in circles.
And frankly, you're tired of it. This wasnât how tonight was supposed to go. Youâve always had a thing for Jaemin, and now was supposed to be your chanceâyour shot to make him see you as more than just Jenoâs little sister. You knew heâd be distracted with the race, but you thought if you showed up, maybe heâd finally notice you, really see you. But instead, heâs making it perfectly clear that youâll never be anything more than that girl he feels the need to protect.
âStop treating me like a child, Jaemin,â you sigh. âIâm not some fragile little girl who needs you to babysit her."Â
You turn on your heel, ready to walk away from him, but before you can take more than a few steps, Jaeminâs hand wraps around your wrist, stopping you in your tracks.
"No. Weâre not done talking."
He steps forward again, grip on your limbs tight but not painful, and before you can even process whatâs happening, heâs pulling you toward the exit, the sound of your shoes hitting the pavement is far too loud in the heavy silence thatâs settled.Â
"Jaemin, wait!" You tug against him, stumbling slightly, trying to free your wrist from his grasp. "Iâm not going anywhere with you. I told you, I donât need you babysitting meâ"
"Iâm not asking." His voice is low and final. "Youâre going home, and youâre going with me."
"Let go of me!" You hiss, still trying to yank free, but he just tightens his grip, pulling you with him as if youâre a ragdoll.
Jaemin finally stops, turning to face you, his eyes sharp with frustration. He growls at your protesting, stepping into your personal space. "Iâm taking you home, Y/N. Donât argue with me."
You stare up at him, chest heaving with anger and something elseâsomething you donât want to admit to yourself. "Youâre insufferable," you mutter, but itâs weak.Â
You know youâre defeated. Thereâs no point in fighting him anymore. His presence is suffocating, overwhelming, and every fibre of your body knows heâs not going to let this go until heâs got you back home. You have no choice but to comply really. And you groan whilst slipping into the passenger seat of his car, imagining the story heâs going to muster up for your brother.Â
Jaemin gets into the driverâs seat, his body tense and irritated, and you almost feel bad that he canât celebrate his winâalmost. He places the can of Diet Pepsi in the cup holder, the soft clink of the can echoing through the car. Then, without breaking his focus, his gaze flicks to you, his voice low and commanding.
âSeatbelt.â
You huff, rolling your eyes as you slide it on. âYes, daddy.âÂ
The moment the words leave your mouth, Jaeminâs jaw tightens, the muscle flexing under his skin. His eyes darken for a split second, a dangerous glint flashing, something that makes your pulse stutter for just a moment. His fingers curl around the steering wheel, gripping it a little tighter than necessary as he tries to compose himself.
He clears his throat, shifting slightly in his seat, nostrils flaring. âDonât push your luck, Y/N.â
You sink into your seat with a sigh. The silence in the car hangs as he drives, thick with awkwardness and annoyance. Your throat still feels dry from the argument, and before you can even think about it, you reach for the can. The cold metal soothes your fingertips. But the second your lips brush against the rim, you can feel Jaeminâs eyes on youâhot, intense, and focused.
You can feel him watch your every move, and as you pull the drink away from your lips, his eyes narrow in on the red stain your lipstick left on the silver rim. His grip on the steering wheel tightens, jaw tightening with it, his gaze flickering between your lips and the can in your hand. Without warning, he snatches it from your fingers, one hand still on the wheel, eyes focused and full.
Then, Jaemin presses his own lips against the spot where yours just were, right over the mark you left. Sipping the drink slowly â savouring it.
âWhat the hell are you doing?â you ask, voice a little breathless, startled.
Jaeminâs eyes widen, and for a split second, his grip tightens on the can before he abruptly pulls it away from his mouth, tossing it into the cup holder without a second glance. His brows furrow as he tries to make sense of his own actions, as if heâs suddenly aware of how ridiculous he must look. His mind is reelingâover a simple lipstick mark on the rim of a can. Something so innocent, yet itâs driving him crazy.
He clears his throat, trying to regain an ounce of composure, but his voice cracks slightly. "I was, uh..." He hesitates, biting back a sharp breath, his eyes flickering to the road before snapping back to you. "Just making sure it wasnât spikedâŚ?"
It sounds weak, even to his own ears, and he knows youâre not buying it. The way your lips part tells him everything. You narrow your eyes at him, a little too sharp for comfort.Â
âSpiked?â You glance at the cup holder, where the can now sits innocently. âHow would you even know from the taste, Jaemin? Not to mention Jisung gave me this, that boy wouldnât hurt a fly.â
Jaemin knows that. Still, he curses under his breath, running a hand through his hair as the frustration builds in his chest. His entire excuse is a mess, just like the thoughts spinning in his head.
"Look, letâs call it precautionary, okay?" His voice is clipped and thereâs a tightness to it. "Donât make it a big deal."
You lean back in the seat, a small bitter laugh escaping you. âMe making things a big deal? Oh, the irony.â
He doesnât respond or bite back or try for the final word and it makes the silence thicker. Jaeminâs grip on the wheel is so tight his knuckles are white, and honestly, you donât know how long you can keep doing this.
âYou're impossible, you know that?" The words slip out before you can stop them, and your chest tightens as soon as they do. "I didn't come here for you to babysit me or make me feel like I need your protection. I came here because Iâ" You stop yourself.Â
Jaemin's head snaps to you, "Because you what?"Â
For a second, you canât speak. The words are right there, but they feel too big, too much to let out. Youâre caught between the urge to spill it all or keeping it hidden, scared to change the dynamic. But youâve been pretending for too long, playing by the rules, and now, you want to stop hiding.
âI came here because I wanted you to see me,â you say, voice barely above a whisper. âNot as Jenoâs little sister. Not as some kid. I wanted you to see me⌠as me.â
Jaemin doesnât react, not at first â well, he does, but itâs subtle. His hands go completely white around the wheel, his jaw clenched so tight you can almost hear it. Without saying a word, he pops the indicator on and pulls over, the tyres screeching slightly as he brings the car to a sudden stop.
You freeze, and a small wave of panic bubbles up inside your chest. Did you say the wrong thing? Did you make it weird? Heâs your brotherâs best friend, and now youâve crossed that weird line thatâs bound to make everything awkward. Jenoâs gonna kill you.
You swallow hard, waiting for him to snap, to tell you how messed up this whole thing is.
But he kisses you.Â
His hand on your cheek, without warning, pulling you into him, and consuming your lips with a force that steals the air from your lungs. Itâs not gentle like you expected him to be. Heâs typically always gentle with you â unless heâs mad, which right now, he is. This kiss is desperate. Hungry. And you like it because itâs the kind of kiss that makes your body forget how to breathe. The kind of kiss that tells you he doesnât see you like a kid â like Jneoâs little sister.
âYou drive me fucking insane, you know that?â Jaemin growls, nudging your noses together. His hands find your waist, to grip it. âYou walk around in those jeans clinging to your ass, with your cheeks flushed, and that fucking lipstick the same shade as my car.â
You giggle softly against his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck. âYou noticed?â
âOf course I fucking noticed,â he groans.
Jaeminâs lips trail down your jawline, each kiss slow, and teasing, and needy. The desperation in his movements is evident like heâs trying to savour every inch of your skin. The feeling is foreign to youâeach soft press of his lips sends a rush of heat through your body. The simple touches make you gasp, drawing a low, satisfied groan from him as he feels the reaction in your body.
His breath catches, lips brushing softly along the sensitive curve of your neck as he pulls you closer. His hands tighten around your waist, and the pleading in his voice intensifies, but thereâs no mistaking the hunger in it. Heâs holding back, trying to keep his composure.
âTell me this is a bad idea, Y/N,â he whispers, his lips grazing your skin with kisses. âTell me you donât want this.â
Your breath is shallow and you canât help the way your body reacts to him. The way your hands find their way into his hair, fingers threading through it as you desperately tug on it, unsure of what else to do.Â
âPlease, angel, you have to say no,â he murmurs into your neck, his voice low and desperate.Â
âDonât want to,â you whimper, shaking your head again. âWant you, Jaem. Always wanted you. Only you.â
"Fuck..." he groans, his lips trailing away from your skin to look at you.
And what a pretty sight you are. Eyes glazed with lust, pupils blown wide, dilated with something raw and needy. So innocent, so forgiving, so eager â so fucking his. Itâs enough to make him painfully hard, though he was already straining. Hearing you say you've always wanted him â and only him â had already sent a rush of heat straight to his cock.
Jaemin canât help himself. His hand reaches out to caress your cheek again, his thumb teasing the softness of your bottom lip. You gasp, and his pupils darken, fixating on the way your mouth parts, the red colour staining his thumb. Itâs everything heâs ever dreamed ofâa perfect fantasy.Â
âYouâre gonna get me in so much trouble, gorgeous.â
Heâs still hesitating, and you can feel it â you fucking hate it. Something takes over you, and without thinking, you take his thumb into your mouth, deep, sucking hard. Jaemin practically growls, his lips parting as a hiss escapes him from the sight.Â
A switch flips, and in one smooth, deliberate motion, he yanks his thumb from your mouth, kills the engine, and climbs into the backseat. His eyes are sharp as they focus on you, which tells you to follow suit. He doesnât care that on paper this is a âbad ideaâ. His cock is telling him itâs the best one heâs ever had.
Itâs clear the moment you climb into the backseat, the way his body shifts into something animalistic. You try to settle beside him, but Jaemin doesnât let that happen. He grips the hem of your shirt, yanking you down and onto his lap. The heat from his body radiates through the thin fabric of your clothes, his chest pressing hard against yours as his hands slide possessively around your waist.
His hands roam down your back and you can feel the hard press of him against your ass. It makes your pulse spike and your sweet red lips fall open for him, making him smirk with pride. His lips trail down to your neck, teeth grazing your skin as he murmurs your name, low and rough.
Itâs all-consuming. Hot and desperate. Panting and breathless. Bodies moving in sync. The car heats up from your bodies softly grinding against each other. His hands are everywhere.Â
âAngel,â he growls, his voice low with restraint, âif you keep grinding on me like that, I wonât be able to stop.â
You bite your lip, keeping your rhythm steady, your hips pressing into his. âGood.â
Jaemin catches a hand around your jaw pulling you away from his lips. âIâm serious, Y/N. Are you sure you want this?â
You nod, your gaze heavy with need.
He shakes his head, âI need words, gorgeous.â
âI want this.â
Such a simple phrase shatters his restraint, unravelling him completely. With a growl, he tosses you onto the back seat, lips trailing hotly down your body until heâs between your legs. His fingertips graze the waistband of your jeans, and he leans in, voice a low whisper.
âCan I?â
You nod, but he shakes his head, his eyes dark with hunger. âSay it.â
âYes...â You breathe, the word barely escaping your lips, but itâs all he needs.
The jeans slide down your hips and ass, past your thighs, until theyâre bunched around your ankles. Jaeminâs eyes flicker down, landing on your pantiesâdarkened with dampness.
"So wet from just a little grinding?" He raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. "So fucking cute."
A rush of heat floods your chest. Youâve never done this before. And suddenly, itâs all too much, too fast. His words, your own desperate need, the car, the argument... everything crashes together. Without thinking, you press your legs closed, embarrassed by your body's reaction.
Jaemin's brows furrow as he watches you closely. "You okay?"
Your cheeks burn with a blush, stuttering as you struggle to find your voice. "I-I-uh," you falter, hoping heâll say it, ask you the question. But he doesnât. His eyes are fixed on your mouth, waiting for you to say it.
"Iâve never done this before."
Jaeminâs eyes flicker with something dark before he hums lowly. âYou still want this?â
You nod, not trusting your voice.
âWords, Y/N.â
âGodâyes.â
A satisfied smirk curves on his lips. âGood,â he murmurs. âYour bodyâs a fucking work of art Iâve been dying to see, and I never want you to feel embarrassed about showing it to meâand only me, yeah?â
This time, you donât nod. You meet his gaze, voice steady as you tell him, âYes. Only you.â
He smiles, hands resting on your knees as he gently eases them apart, his gaze fixed on you, completely mesmerized. If someone had told him this was how heâd be celebrating his win tonight, heâd have laughed in disbelief.
But now, his knuckles brush over the front of your underwear, a feather-light touch that sends a spark through you. Your hips react on their own, bucking slightly as his fingertips tease your sensitive nerves through the thin damp fabric.
âYouâre so fucking wet.â
He drags his fingers to your waistband, sneaking underneath to run a soft finger up your slit, drawing a gasp from your lips. He takes that as permission to slip the pair down your legs, meeting the same fate as your jeans somewhere in his car.Â
Jaemin keeps his eyes dead set on you as his fingers work to find your clit. The moment he does, he starts working slow, taunting patterns against it, each movement deliberate and unhurried. The sensation is leg-numbing, sending waves of pleasure through youâso much better than when you do it yourself.Â
âTell me how it feels,â he demands, âI wanna know how Iâm making you feel. Tell me.â
Your mind is spinning, words slipping through your grasp, and all you can manage is a choked, incoherent moan. Itâs not enough for him. Dissatisfied, he sinks his middle finger into your pussy at your silence. You jolt at the intrusion, the feeling intense and foreign, but his eyes stay locked on you, waiting.
âTell me,â he groans, relishing in the feeling of how tight you grip around his finger.
âF-feels good,â you manage to stammer.
âYeah?â he taunts, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips as he slowly picks up the pace. âWant more?â
âYesââ you nod eagerly. He wastes no time, slipping his ring finger inside to join the first, matching the rhythm, savouring the warmth encapsulating around him, and you unravel beneath him.
You watch him through half-lidded eyes, breaths shallow and quick, completely undone from the tortuous pace of his fingers. Jaeminâs expression softens as he takes you in, a quiet, satisfied coo slipping from his lips.
âLook at you,â he murmurs, âSo sweet⌠so vulnerable just for me.â
A low chuckle escapes him as he feels your walls threatening to tense, wanting to flutter around his fingers, and it sends another wave of pride through him. He shifts his eyes down, and without hesitation, takes your clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue in slow, devastating circles.
If heâs going to make you cum for the first time, itâll be on his fingers and his mouthâheâll make sure of it.
âS-so good, Jaemââ you gasp, voice trembling as his mouth and fingers work in perfect sync, pushing you closer to the edge.
He hums against you, the vibration sending another jolt of pleasure through your body. âYeah?â he murmurs, lips still pressed to your skin. âGonna let go for me, huh? Let me feel it.â
His words, his touchâitâs all too much, and you can feel every nerve on fire as he coaxes you over the edge until youâre cumming from the steady rhythm of his fingers and the relentless, teasing laps of his tongue. You're a shuddering mess beneath him from the orgasm heâs given you.Â
He fucking loves it, looking in complete awe.
As you start to come down, muffled whines still slip from your lips, riding out the aftershocks of your release.
âWhat is it?â he prods, his voice smooth but persistent, but all you can manage is a frustrated sigh, annoyed with his stupid teasing tone. âAngel..I donât know what you want if you donât tell me.â
"All I want isâ" You gasp when he lightly brushes your sensitive clit again,"âyour cock."
A smug smirk tugs at his lips. His hand slides to rest possessively on your hip as he moves to hover above you, his gaze locking with yours.
âAre you sure?â
You nod, your lashes fluttering with need, and he takes that as permission to rid himself of his pants, his hand wrapping firmly around the base of his cock. He positions himself carefully, just at the edge of your pussy.Â
Itâs not how youâd pictured your first timeâdefinitely not the romantic, cute scenario youâd always fantasized about. But one thing was certain: Jaemin was here, and thatâs all that really mattered. Though, you hadnât expected him to be this⌠big.
He picks up on the hesitation in your eyes, sensing the tension coiling tight in your chest.
With deliberate slowness, he slides his length teasingly between your drenched folds, making your breath catch as your nerves tense.
âIâll take it slow,â he pulls down to murmur against your lips.Â
You nod, your lip caught between your teeth, biting down hard enough to taste the metallic tang as he presses his tip against your cunt. His other hand grips your hip, his fingers digging in as he applies pressure, holding you in place. He stays perched above you, eyes fixed on your face.Â
"Keep looking at me," he says, watching the way your face squirms. "Please."
His begging has you fighting to keep your eyes from fluttering shut, staying locked on him as you watch the way his pink lips part, the way they twitch, holding back a moan when he inches forward just enough to feel his tip slip past the threshold.
He pushes forward in a slow, savouring motion, and when he finally sinks into you completely, you stretch around him. Your brows furrow, caught between the sting of pain and the rush of pleasure. His teeth catch his lower lip, holding it there as a low, skin-tingling moan rumbles deep in his chest, his body staying still, giving you a moment to adjust.
âPlease move,â you beg, barely able to get the words out, desperation lacing your voice.
He struggles to keep his breathing steady as he watches your face, studying it for any sign of discomfort. Once heâs sure youâre fine, he begins to draw his hips back slowly, his movements deliberate and deep, wrecking you as he rolls his hips forward, filling you again.
Your eyes want to flutter shut, the bliss almost too much to keep conscious but you want to please him. Jaemin pulls you closer, his lips capturing yours in a searing kiss, and you moan into it, the sound pulling a breathless, stomach-knotting whine from him.
He increases his pace, and you cry out, your head falling back as your hips begin to meet his. One of Jaeminâs hands tightens around the side of your waist, grounding you as he drives deeper, faster, harder â greedy.Â
You move feverishly, hips bucking wildly as you try to take him deeper, craving the way his cock stretches you, hitting every nerve with overwhelming pleasure.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he gasps. "Keep looking at me. I wanna see how pretty you look when Iâm making you feel good."
You can only respond with a breathless gasp that catches in your throat as he buries himself deeper, rolling against you whilst your nails dig into the fabric on his shoulders.
His hand slips from your hip for a moment, reaching for your fingers to guide them down where your bodies are connected. His fingers curl around yours, bringing your hand to your throbbing clit. You take the hint, fingers moving instinctively to find the sensitive bundle, desperate to ease the tightness building in your abdomen.
"Not gonna last long, angel," he breathes, his voice ragged. "But I need you to feel good."
"Fuck," you whimper. Your hips begin to writhe, chasing the pleasure as every part of your body burns with need.
âSo fucking warm and wet and tight,â he groans, forehead slick with sweat.Â
Your bodies feel like theyâre burning, the car steaming up with heat, the windows fogging so thickly that you leave a handprint on the glass as you steady yourself against Jaeminâs building deliberate thrusts.Â
Heâs fucking into you with an erotic urgency, as if heâs trying to spill out every fantasy heâs ever had about you since Jeno introduced you. Itâs like heâs remembering, all at once, that heâs broken all the rulesâoff-limits, bro codeâand he doesnât care anymore. Doesnât regret it one bit. Because the feel of you on his cock is totally worth it.
Your stomach starts to tremble as warmth floods your lower half, your muscles contracting and fluttering around him. The feeling overwhelms you, and it only encourages him to slow his rhythm, to drag out your orgasm as long as possible.Â
Jaemin finally caves, moving his face to nuzzle against you. Your hands find his hair, tugging him up so you can kiss along his neck, your lipstick staining his flesh, marking him with that signature red colour.
You keep your hips rolling with his, even after the earth-shattering orgasm heâs just given you. Every cry, whimper, and moan spills from the back of your throat at the force of him, your voice chanting his name in a string of desperate mumbles. Your body convulses and shakes as you clamp around his length, and he grunts at the feeling, whispering praises to coax you through it.
He snaps his hips upward, grinding his body against you to savour the feeling. His muscles begin to shudder, jolting as he gasps for air, his own orgasm hitting him hard.
Hearing and feeling him lost in so much bliss only stretches the aftershocks of your release, both of you a mess of limbs and shameless sounds. Then, you feel him still completely, his release erupting in warm spurts, filling you and making you feel full of him. Heâs everywhereâhis scent, his kisses, his cum.
Youâre left utterly spent, like a limp puddle, but Jaemin stays closely intertwined with you. You both inhale ragged breaths, neither of you daring to break apart. Youâre reduced to fluttering glances weak panting and slick skin.
Jaeminâs eyes shift toward the side window, his fingers gently combing through your hair before he presses a soft kiss to your forehead.
And when he finally tries to move, there's a sudden clink, and the faint sound of liquid splashing. You both glance down at the Diet Pepsi can now toppled over and spilling its contents all over the car seat. A muffled chuckle escapes Jaemin's lips as he shakes his head.
âThat stupid fucking drink,â he mutters with a grin.Â
âYou should be grateful,â you hum, âWithout it, we probably would never have fucked.â
Jaemin shakes his head and laughs, but the humour quickly fades as his expression turns serious. He leans in close again, his lips brushing yours.Â
âNot true,â he murmurs. âIâve wanted you ever since I met you. I wouldâve made a move eventually.â
âOh yeah?â You tilt your head, teasing him. âWhatâs been stopping you?â
âJeno,â Jaemin says quietly, and itâs like it hits you both at once.
Your stomach twists in knots, the mention of your brother, Jaeminâs best friend, suddenly making everything feel... wrong.Â
âWhat are we gonna tell Jeno?â
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can u do svt reaction with no nut novemberđ love ur writing!!!!
seungcheol: he starts off strong, âthis is easy, iâm basically a monk.â but makes it to day three, tops, before heâs in your DMs, like, âokay, you win, come over.â literally holding his head in his hands before fisting his hard cock.
jeonghan: jeonghan only joins no nut november to annoy you, trying to show off his self-control. âoh, itâs nothing. i can do this easily.â but when you start teasing him day after day, sending him nudes and flirty messages, heâs practically boiling. but he holds out until the end of the month, when December 1st 00h comes, this man is slutting you out.
joshua: tells you heâs âdoing greatâ and that the challenge is âactually easy.â but secretly, heâs sneaking off every day, trying to relieve himself without you finding out. when you catch him, all flushed and a mess, and heâs stuttering like, âuh, i⌠didnât know youâd see that.â
junhui: bro is all talk, boasting that he can last the whole month, but heâs the first one to start slipping. he tries to distract himself by going out, playing games, whatever he can, blows his cover, blow his load, by day five.
hoshi: this poor dude loses on day one. you know it, and he knows it. he tries to act tough, but if you cross from the bathroom to the bedroom only in a towel, heâs done for. he sulks the rest of the day, throwing a mini tantrum after fucking you and losing it, and when you tease him about it, heâs all pouty. âyou did this to me!â
wonwoo: he thinks he can outsmart everyone, claiming heâs going to meditate his way through november. when you sleep with him in your babydoll or tiny shorts, heâs all softening up, biting his lip and fighting his instincts. he tries to be stoic, heâs grumbling under his breath, and itâs hilarious to watch. âthis is unfair. can you at least stop wearing those?â
woozi: heâs stressed from the get-go. the man is rolling his eyes at everyone, snapping at the members over the tiniest things, all because heâs with a throbbing erection in his pants. youâre just fanning the flames, sending him ALL the nudes you can, and heâs getting more and more drained. âwhy are you like this?â he hisses, but he secretly loves the attention. by week two, heâs a complete mess, desperately trying to hide it, but heâs too transparent. every time you catch him zoning out, you know exactly where his mind is.
minghao: iron will. he goes through the whole month with a straight face, the second december hits, heâs on you. heâs using every spare second to make up for lost ground. by weekâs end, heâs practically cock-sore from going at it so much, and youâre laughing, asking him if all that was worth it.
mingyu: heâs so sure he can trick his way through it, asking you to dry hump him because, technically, itâs not breaking the rules, right? but the second you start grinding down, he keeps trying to pull you off before he cums, soon, heâs begging you to stop, whispering about how he canât take it anymore, so.. just another way losing the NNN.
seokmin: determined to stick to the rules, but struggling hard. heâll pull you in for heated makeouts, his hands squeezing and holding you tight as he tries to discount on something. flushed and breathing hard, whispering apologies for pulling away clearly fighting himself every step of the way. heâs convinced he can make it to the end âitâs fine, i got this,â heâd insist, though his grip on you says contrary.
seungkwan: âoh my god, donât come near me!â gets whiny about how hard he is. heâll throw little tantrums, pouting and going on about how itâs torture whenever you tease him. by the end of the month, heâs practically begging, dropping hints that heâd break if you just said the word, making it clear heâs only âdoing this for youâ while clearly waiting for the green light to give in.
vernon: he's ânah, iâm goodâ from the start. âyouâre trying too hard.â but little by little, he catches himself glancing your way, biting his lip, feeling the itch just a bit more every time you walk by. he wonât admit it, but by week four, heâs giving you these longing looks when he thinks you arenât looking.
chan: determined, but letâs be real, heâs also a bit naive about how tough itâll be. if you teasw him, heâs practically falling apart every time youâre around. by the middle of the month, heâs so worked up heâs stammering just being near you, you catch him blushing like crazy when you touch him, and by the end of it, heâs practically begging you to let him break the rules.
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cw: office au, nanami x loser!reader, semi public, oral, praising, slight emotional dependency? geto version gojo version
nanami is so in love with the little office loser. he doesnât give you much attention when you first arrive, just another presence in the office. then he starts to, unwillingly, listen to the conversation of others about giving the new clumsy girl a little rough time.
nanami watches from the corner of his eye as you quietly accepts your bossâ request to work overtime, he frowns as your boss implies under many corporate jargons that itâll be unpaid and you should do it for the team.
âso naiveâ he murmurs watching you smile.
he canât help but become infatuated with you when watching your skirt raising when you try to reach a tall shelf in the communal kitchen.
âhereâ he catches the coffee beans bag for you, without even needing to extend his arm much. nanami arrives so quietly that his voice scares you and you take a step back bumping into his strong body behind you and leaving a tiny squeal out, âsorry, are you okay?â he puts his hand on your shoulder.
ây-yes, thank youâ he gives you space and you turn around looking at him over the thick frame of your glasses. it reminds nanami of those ads where a gorgeous woman has a pair of glasses down her nose and the caption says something like âsingle hotties in your areaâ. he then understands the appeal.
he keeps himself busy most days, so one day as soon as he sends an email he relaxes on his desk rolling his shoulders and looking around just in time to watch you knock a box of staples off your table. he raises from his seat to go help you but he gets a call at the same time so he sits back down to answer it while keeping his eyes on you.
you kneel picking the small items one by one. he likes seeing you on your knees. then you push your chair and crawl under the desk, trying to reach a few staples that went under the cabinet, at this point youâre with your head down on the carpeted floor and your ass up, nanami watches it with lusty eyes, just agreeing and humming to whatever the person on the phone is saying while wondering if you remember you are wearing a skirt. he watches in awe the black semi transparent pantyhose you have on stretch at the back of your thighs and the panties peeking out from underneath it.
when you get up your hair is messy and your face is flushed, you donât think most of it, just glad to have caught every little staple. meanwhile nanami pulls his chair closer to his desk so you donât see the volume in his pants when you pass by after basically flashing him.
nanami knows he wouldnât last long with you around. one night he also stays overtime and you, being the extreme people pleaser you are, bring him some coffee and different sugar packets since you donât know how he takes his coffee, but even with this simple self-assigned task you still manage to screw up and spill some on his pants immediately apologizing and getting on your knees to clean it with your sleeve. the friction on his upper thigh is making him grow hard but your teary eyes is what pushes him over the edge.
ânanami-san, donât go home too lateâ the last person in the office says stepping on the elevator and waving goodbye.
âhave a good nightâ the blond manages to say over the desk divider that hides your figure. finally knowing you two are alone kento throws his head back and allow his muscles to relax and enjoy the warmth of your mouth as you suck him.
âthatâs right, sweetheart, good girlâ he praises with a guiding hand on the back of your neck. itâs so good to have someone praising you in this place that your eyes water with joy. kento never meant to nut in the office but here he is, watching his cum run down your chin.
you take the small bin under his desk to spit the incriminating evidence of his pleasure so you donât have to swallow it, âhere, letâs make the clean crew think thatâs matsudaâsâ kento switches the bin with the one under his coworkers desk.
he hates to admit but over time he starts to look forward the times you feel overwhelmed and come to him for affection.
which leads him to the tiny copy room way too many times, making you hold the edge of your skirt and pulling your underwear and tights down to eat you out on top of the copy maker.
âkeep quiet, darlingâ he warns knowing fully well how thin the walls are.
although you have done many unspoken things to him in this office, nanami still flusters you. every time heâs near, your thighs start to shake and your clit throbs untouched.
âcome here, iâll show youâ he motions you over his desk when you ask for help with a task. you watch him perform it on the computer screen, ânow you try itâ he moves his chair a bit to give you space to use his keyboard and as you bend over slightly to replicate his steps he uses the opportunity to feel the skin of the back of your legs since today you donât have any tights.
âgo back, click hereâ he corrects still touching you, his hand comes higher, laying just under your ass cheeks, âwhy are you shaking? type the code thereâ he says like he doesnât have a hand under your skirt.
âs-sorryâ you say when making a mistake.
âitâs okay, start overâ he commands, now playing with the hem of your underwear, itâs hard to do what he showed you when you canât even guide the cursor right.
nanami pushes the material of your underwear into your folds making out the shape of your pussy through it.
âdo it again with this fileâ he points sounding so collected it makes you even more nervous, he rubs your core so lightly, itâs almost like heâs doing it for his own pleasure, like heâs trying to make out the shape of your clit with the tips of his finger only.
âsave it, and send to yourselfâ as you finish the task he starts to pull down your underwear looking around to make sure no one is watching when he helps you step out of the white lacy material, âwell doneâ he bends to pick your panties, giving your leg a quick kiss â since thatâs the most he can do in the office during the dayâ, and putting the soaked fabric in his pocket.
âthank youâ you smile and slowly make your way back to your desk, though your boss calls you middle way about a mistake you made on a file and to come to his office, now you wonder how youâre supposed to make it through the day not only without underwear but also dripping wet.
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okay okayy from your prompt list would you consider using âghosting their lips against yours before pulling back with a smug smirk, making you chase them desperatelyâ and âpulling them closer by their beltâ with franco?
crossing the line - f.c
masterlist | requesting rules
prompts: âghosting their lips against yours before pulling back with a smirkâ + âpulling them closer by the beltâ
summary: after a long day together, you and franco relax in his apartment. thereâs been an unspoken attraction between you both, and it finally bubbles over.
WARNINGS: nothing extreme or nsfw, gentle teasing and a make-out.
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a/n hii all! hereâs a little franco blurb as a treat (esp for @yauchfilms !!) this is my first time writing for him, so i hope you all enjoy. more franco will definitely be on the way. let me know your thoughts via asks/anons, comments or reblogs. <3
it had been a long day. you were currently with franco, lounging in his apartment as what seemed to be indie music hummed softly from his speaker. the lights were dim, casting a warm glow throughout the room that helped bring the more relaxed vibe you were both going for.
it felt comfortable, naturalâ just the two of you winding down together like you usually did after a packed day. but today, it felt different.
in fact lately, there had been an undercurrent of something else.
it was in the way he looks at you when he thinks youâre not paying attention, or in the way he let his hands linger a little longer than considered friendly when he brushes past you. something unspoken, something thatâs been quietly building between you both, as if waiting for a spark to set it off.
you werenât certain about it all, though. it was no secret amongst your social group that you were infatuated with the boy. you feared your own feelings were deluding you, maybe making things up in your mind and justifying it because you had felt the same way.
âyouâre staring at me,â franco murmured, interrupting your train of thought. you noticed how his lips quirked up into a smirk at your reaction, and you shook your head with a small smile.
he wasnât wrong, you were staring at him while deep in thought. it was hard not to though, you felt the need to study his face and the way the light casted shadows upon it.
you wouldnât admit it to him, though.
you scoffed and rolled your eyes at him, allowing the words to fall freely from your lips. âplease, iâve had to see it long enough today,â referring to the fact youâd been glued to each others sides the full day. âyou wish.â
franco chuckled, leaning back against the sofa, as he stretched his arm in that casual, teasing way of his. âwell, maybe i do.â
it was only a few seconds before you felt his hand on your shoulder, pulling you closer towards him. you didnât object of course, allowing yourself to be moved farther into him.
his words hung between the both of you, heavier than you expected them to. it was very franco of him to drop small hints like these, leaving you second guessing yourself as usual. but this time, he didnât pull back. instead, he continued to state into your eyes, an almost.. challenging glint within them. you felt the heat rising to your cheeks, a flutter of anticipation mixed with nerves.
you furrowed your brows at him, biting the inside of your cheek to steady yourself before you spoke up. âdonât start something youâre not going to finish, franco.â
âoh?â he raised his brows, tilting his head lightly to the side and you could see the playful spark light up in his expression. franco leaned in closer, beginning to close the distance between you, his face inches from yours. his voice dropped to a whisper as he murmured, âwhat if i do, corazona?â
your heart was pounding, each beat echoing in your chest as his breath mingled with your own. the closeness along with the term of endearment.. it was beginning to get a little too much. your eyes widened slightly as you watched his gaze flick to your lips before he licked his own, moving his eyes to peer back to yours.
you could barely breathe normally, so much so that the rhythm had become more labored subconsciously as you got caught up in your mind.
you began to lean in, eyes beginning to close as you got ready to settle into the kissâ but it never even happened.
franco had pulled back, smirk painted across his face as mischief lit up his gaze. the teasing lingered in the air, his retreat sparking more frustration within you. he looked so pleased with himself, and you knew he was, the chuckles and comments about the moment were enough to let you know. however, with your frustration came something elseâ adrenaline.
before you had time to think about it your hand was reaching forward, and you grabbed franco by the belt. your fingers curled into the fabric as you pulled him towards you, and it completely wiped the smirk off of his face. it was now franco with the widened eyes and shocked expression, which in turn made you smirk.
there was no time for teasing or dwelling on it though, as you moved your hands up to grab onto his shirt collar before pulling him down to meet your lips.
franco melted into the kiss instantly, moving his from from your shoulder as his hand moved to your face and cupped your cheek. the kiss was soft at first, tentative, like you were both savoring the taste of the moment, this leap of friendship into something more.
the restraint didnât last long, though.
the months of tension, the quiet looks, the playful banterâ it rushed forward all at once, sweeping you both up as the kiss deepened. it slow and intense, every touch adding to the moment. francoâs free hand slid around your waist to your back, pulling you right onto his lap.
you pulled away from the kiss momentarily, resting your forehead against his own. funnily enough, it was franco who was now chasing your lips. he cursed under this breath as he opened his eyes, a small smile on his face.
one of your hands made its way up into francoâs hair, combing your fingers through the back of it as you both sat in silence for a moment longer.
âit was about time,â franco muttered, swallowing thickly as a small chuckle escaped his lips. you rolled your eyes, shaking your head as you sighed at him.
you didnât bother entertaining his teasing, simply muttering a âshut upâ before your lips were back onto his. this kiss became heated much faster than anticipated. you tugged in francoâs hair, which caused a small moan to escape him before his tongue swiped along your bottom lip.
he moved his hand from your face to join his other at your waist for a few moments, before they trailed down to your ass. you pulled back the tiniest bit, muttering âwatch yourselfâ before you leaned back in to continue.
your kisses were hungry, a rhythm of urgency and need, francoâs mouth hot and insistent against yours. you angled your face to continue deepening the kiss, as one of your hands moved to his jaw, holding it tightly.
after a few more moments of the heated makeout, you both pulled backâ breathless with swollen lips. you licked your lips as you breathed heavily, trying to steady it back into its normal pace.
franco stared at you in slight awe at what had just happened, he had never expected you would be the one to finally initiate it. it was something he could get used to, though. and he didnât have to dream about it for long.
within 30 minutes, you were both back in the frenzy of kissing each other like it was vital, like youâd lose each other if you stopped.
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