#it's so smooth!!!!!! so fucking smooth!!!!!!!!!

[bi-writes]

Thinking about going into labor while your partner is on the way somewhere unimportant, who refuses to come home to help you. And instead of being alone and scared, you hang up and call up one of your childhood friends everyone thought you'd wind up with. Kyle shows up at your door, furious but does his best to hide it, and helps you through it all. Next day the father of your child has the audacity to show up like nothing is wrong to see Kyle holding your baby so you can take a well deserved nap.

he picks up on the third ring. you tremble, gripping the edge of the porcelain tub. when you finally hear his voice, just the sound of him soothes your beating heart, just a little.

"'ello, love."

"kyle?" you sniffle. his background quiets a bit. you hear a door close, and then he's a bit louder.

"hey, love. what's wrong? you sound upset."

"my water broke," you hiccup. "a-and i...i was in the bath...i-i..." you close your eyes. "i can't get out of the tub."

"jesus fucking christ." you whimper, but kyle just hums. "not you, baby. hey, you just relax, alright? you said you were in the bath. just relax, and i'll be there soon."

"kyle--"

"don't be scared," kyle chuckles, and you whine a little. "hey, you're gonna have a baby. you've been waiting for this, yeah? haven't you?"

"y-yeah..."

"aren't you excited? you always tell me how much you can't wait, right?"

"yeah..."

"don't be scared," kyle repeats. "you just relax. be happy. she's coming today!"

you smile, wiping your face a little, and when kyle hears your giggle, he sighs.

"good girl. you sit tight."

so you do. you lean against the side of the tub, and you rest in the warm water as you stare at your phone screen.

he won't answer the phone. he hasn't read your texts. he's not coming.

you hear the front door open and close, and then there's a gentle knock on the bathroom door. when kyle comes in, you try to cover up, moving your hands over your tits, embarrassed, but kyle just goes to look for a clean towel to help you out.

"it's okay, love, i won't look," kyle tells you. he smiles at you, cupping your face gently, and you look into his dark eyes. "you look so pretty. you're glowin', y'know that?" you smile through gentle tears, putting a hand over your belly, and you try to move, but it's no use. kyle drops the towel, kneeling, and you shake your head.

"i-i can't get out--" you gasp, and kyle rolls up his sleeves over his thick forearms, putting the towel over his shoulder before he reaches for you.

"it's alright. i'll get you out. i'll try not to look, okay?"

"i'm so embarrassed...i'm so sorry, kyle..." you sniffle.

"don't apologize, love. i got it. give me your hands, put 'em around me."

you lift up your wet arms, wrapping them around his neck. you press your chest against his, and he picks you up as you stand, helping you to your feet. as you cup your belly, he wraps the towel around you, covering you, and then he holds your hand as you step out of the tub.

"alright. now where's your bag, darling?"

kyle grabs your bag and supplies as you get dressed in your room. as you pull your socks on, kyle comes up behind you, smoothing your hair down your back before he starts to braid it. he used to braid your hair all the time when you were kids--he always said he wanted to practice for his sisters.

"you got the car seat, kyle?" you ask as he holds your hand, and he nods.

"mhm. in the car already."

"a-and the diaper bag?"

"in the boot."

"my extra clothes? and my...my stuff?"

"mhm. i got it, love. and whatever you forgot, i'll get it for you. alright, up, buckle in, that's a girl."

he holds your hand the entire way. you groan softly when a particularly painful contraction hits you, but when you squeeze kyle's hand, all he does is squeeze back. you take deep breaths, leaning your head back, and he hums.

"you're doing so well, love. so well."

"why..." your eyes water. you squeeze his hand again, and when you look down, your vision is blurry from your tears. "why didn't he answer? w-why...why doesn't he...w-why would he..."

"don't worry your pretty head about tha', love," kyle interrupts you gently. "only thing you need to worry about is you and her. i got it."

"o-okay."

she's beautiful. she looks more like you than her father, and kyle counts that blessing. she's got your eyes, your nose, your hair. her cheeks belong to her father, but she might as well be your twin, and when kyle takes her from you later that night, rocking her gently, he can really see up close how much she looks like you.

in the middle of the night, kyle holds your hand as you get up to go to the bathroom. your entire body is tender and sluggish, but kyle keeps you upright as you walk, kissing your head gently as he helps you take a seat on the toilet.

he even gets your underwear set up for you, with the big pad and everything, and he helps you step into it and slips them up and over your hips. you're a tearful mess as he does this, but kyle just presses his forehead against yours.

the look in his eyes, you will never forget it. the intensity. the commitment. the stability. every time you pick up the phone, kyle answers, and sometimes he's thousands of miles away. your own boyfriend can't even have the decency to answer when you're nine months pregnant--what did he fucking think the call was going to be about?

back in your room, kyle fits into the bed with you. he lets your rest your head on his chest, and when you ask him if he's going to go home, he tells you this is close enough.

in the morning, kyle's sitting outside your room with the baby. he's holding her, touching her little nose, letting you sleep in. you had a rough night, and when he found you still with your eyes closed that morning, he figured he would let you keep sleeping, just for an extra hour or so.

you deserve it.

"is that her?"

kyle's head turns with a snap. standing there, hands shoved deep in his pockets, is your pathetic excuse of a boyfriend. not man enough to answer the phone when you most needed him, not strong enough to do the right thing and marry you, and not wise enough to realize all he had to do was take care of you, and the world would be right again. you're not greedy. you don't ask for anything. all you want is to love and be loved, and kyle doesn't think that's too much to ask for, kyle thinks you're one of the most selfless women he's ever known, so why does this fucking bastard of a man get to call himself this girl's father?

kyle looks back down, fixing the blanket over your daughter's neck carefully. he thinks he did pretty good swaddling her this time, but you might have an opinion on it.

"i'm gonna say somethin', mate," kyle says lowly. "'n after i say it, y'r gonna do some thinking, real thinking."

he laughs a little, shaking his head.

"why don't you give me my baby, and get the fuck outta 'ere?"

kyle looks up and snickers, shaking his head. he gets a better grip on your daughter, sitting back, and he fixes your ex with a sinister smile.

"and what if i don't? you gonna take her from me?" kyle chuckles. "i'd love to see you try."

he stands, raising a brow.

"listen here, and listen close." kyle takes a step closer to him. "you're a right pile of shit comin' here thinking that you can just waltz right in and be daddy of the year, alright? what kind of man are you, eh? your girl in need, callin' you, and you don't even have the fuckin' balls to answer her? take a good look at your kid, mate, cause it's the last time you're ever gonna see her."

"no, i have the right--"

"to fuck right off," kyle snaps. "if i see you near her or her daughter ever again, i'll find you, and i'll make it worth your while, mate. make you feel real sorry finally, y'hear me? 'n when i take her back home, all of your junk better be out the flat. otherwise, i'll fucking burn it."

"kyle?"

your voice pulls him away. kyle adjusts the baby in his arm, going back inside, and he shuts the door behind him, finding your eyes. you reach for the baby, arms outstretched, and kyle easily sets her down in them, watching as you cradle the tiny thing into the crook of your neck and stroke the back of her neck.

the nurses come in and drop off a few papers. one stops, looking at kyle, giving him a big smile.

"congratulations," she tells him, and he smiles back at her. she takes a seat next to him, holding out a clipboard. "do you think i could get a few details? i just need to know mum's name, baby's name--"

kyle gives it to her. your birthplace. your birthday. your name. your baby's name. then she flips a paper over, putting her pen down.

"and dad's name?" she asks.

kyle sighs, leaning back in his chair. they don't give out birth certificates right away. you have to request it. you won't find out, not just yet, maybe he'll even pick it up for you. you'll be much too busy being mummy dearest.

"kyle," he tells her, flashing her that big smile. she blushes a little, writing it down. "kyle garrick."

he looks back at where you are, your eyes on him. you smile shyly when your eyes meet, and kyle leaves the nurse to come up to you and drape a hand behind your head. he strokes along your hair gently, thumbing at your temple.

"i heard you outside, kyle."

"did you?"

"and i heard you just now."

"mm."

you blink, reaching for the edge of his shirt, and you pull him down, further, until his face is nearly against yours.

"i guess i shouldn't be surprised," you say softly, reaching up to smooth a a few knuckles down his cheek. he leans into it, licking his lips, and you bite your lip. "you've always had a habit of...taking what doesn't belong to you, huh?"

kyle laughs. always the pretty boy, ever since you were little. one smile from him--kyle could get away with anything. anything at all.

"who says you don't belong to me?"

[trashytracktales]

Heyy girliee, first of all I want to say that your writing is absolutely amazing. I’ve been reading your Lando fics for the past couple of days and “endings, beginnings” had me feeling butterflies in my stomach 🫢 I wanted to ask you if you could write something about lando and reader being friends but constantly having sexual tension building up between them. Maybe they flirt with each other but never think of it as something so serious and one night after a party they completely destroy each other. I fully trust you with this and how you’ll develop the story haha and don’t hold back. Thank youuu :*

Think twice | LN⁴

💌 REQUESTED by anon ──── Thank you so much for the love on Endings, beginnings & I appreciate you for taking the time to share this. Hope you like it 🤍🎀

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𐙚 summary ──── What starts as a chill party, where they sit in their old habits, ends with new boundaries crossed and a heavy tension they can no longer ignore.

𐙚 pairing ──── Lando Norris x she/reader

𐙚 rating ──── explicit

𐙚 category ──── F/M

𐙚 warnings ──── 18+, mature/sexual content, descriptive language, swearing, mentions of alcohol and drinking, friends to lovers, bit of jealous!Lando, smut, slight teasing, praising, fingering & oral (sit on it), multiple orgasms, unprotected sex.

𐙚 word count ──── 4.8k

𐙚 date ──── Jan. 21, 2025

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THE TWO OF them are always standing next to each other, no matter the room they’re in. The context, just like the reason why this happens, is redundant. Plus, they don’t even do it on purpose; rather, they are unconsciously drawn to each other like two magnets.

The party has finally slowed to a lazy hum, the music just a tolerable background noise now. People linger in clusters around them, their voices a distant murmur blending with the faint bassline of a forgotten playlist. The living room is dim, lit mostly by the glow of a string of fairy lights drooping across the ceiling.

It was supposed to be a small gathering, but then a friend told a friend, and that friend told their friends. And now, it’s almost impossible to find a private spot to catch your breath without breathing someone else’s air.

Somehow, they did. They are tucked into the corner of a couch, their space a small bubble of comfort. Her legs are draped over his lap, bare skin warm against the fabric of his black jeans. He’s cradling her calf in one hand, his thumb absentmindedly stroking her skin.

Her fingers thread through his curls at the back of his head, twirling them lazily. It’s a casual gesture, but it sends a shiver through him every time she does it.

Their conversation shifted into easy gossiping about a mutual friend — someone they both think is trying a bit too hard with their Instagram posts.

“It’s fucking obvious he’s fishing for attention,” says Lando, sounding almost conspiratorial.

“I know, right? The cryptic ass captions, the mirror selfies. He thinks he’s smooth with it, too,” she replies, giggling at the thought.

Lando grins, his thumb still tracing circles on her leg. The banter feels safe, the kind of effortless connection they’ve always had. But underneath it, there’s a quiet tension that neither of them is ready to address. Because they are, maybe, a bit tipsy, or because none of them has ever had the courage to take it further, for some reason.

“Alright, I need to pee,” she announces suddenly, getting ready to stand.

But Lando tightens his grip on her legs, his lips twitching in a smirk. “No, you don’t.”

“Yes, I do,” she insists, half-laughing, half-exasperated. “If I don’t go, I might pee on you.”

Lando shrugs, “Go ahead. Then I might discover a new kink,” he encourages her.

“New?” she laughs. “That implies you already have at least one.”

Lando winks at her without saying a word, the corners of his mouth curling into a mischievous smile.

She rolls her eyes, smiling back at his immature behavior. “My God. You’re actually the worst. Move.”

He doesn’t. Instead, Lando, just stares at her with an expression that’s visibly different. His usual playful gaze has shifted to something more intense, and she tells herself he’s just a little... intoxicated. Still, it makes her heart skip a beat, because he looks so adorable when his eyes focus on something so intently. And so hot, that it makes her almost forget why she wanted to get up in the first place.

“Lan, I’m not joking, I actually have to go,” she whispers, her voice softer now.

He exhales, loosening his grip but not before giving her leg a small, reluctant squeeze.

“Don’t get lost,” he says, the words carrying more weight than they should.

She shakes her head, slipping off the couch and disappearing into the hallway. Lando watches her go, his eyes trailing after her like he’s afraid she might actually not come back.

Which is ridiculous, because he should not care. There are lots of other girls that he can take home tonight if he wants to.

Want, being the keyword.

Leaning back against the couch, he sighs, running a hand through his hair. He’s always known she was the embodiment of the perfect girl for him — funny, kind, and loyal. But tonight, there’s something else in the air that makes his mind wander. The way she carries herself, her laugh, the way she makes everything around her seem brighter.

Lando realized long ago that he wants to he in her presence. The truth hit him like a punch in the gut. And he still feels that punch sometimes, especially when he sees her interacting with other people. Especially men.

He’s had thoughts about her before. Many thoughts. Wild fantasies he brushed off as nothing more than fleeting curiosity. And they’ve joked about it, too, their drunken ‘if we’re single at 35’ pact a favorite running gag. But tonight, it doesn’t feel like a joke — he might actually marry her if she keeps letting him invade her personal space like that. Except she wouldn’t have let Lando do that if she didn’t want him there.

He finds himself smiling at his own thoughts. But then, an unwanted stiffness claws his body.

She’s on the way back when a guy leaning against the wall near the bathroom is blocking her path. He’s tall, too close for Lando’s liking, and he is gesturing animatedly. She’s always too polite, smiling as she talks, but Lando notices the way she shifts her weight, edging away slightly.

Something close to jealousy ignites in his chest, but he manages to tame the feeling by looking away, and forcing himself to take a slow sip of his drink. She can handle herself, he knows that. But he’s also ready to step in, just in case he needs to. Most men don’t take ‘no’ for an answer, and he’s aware of how insistent some of them can be.

When she finally returns, Lando’s mood has shifted drastically, and she notices it the second she looks at him.

“Hey, you good?” she asks, plopping back down and swinging her legs over his lap again.

“Yeah,” he says shortly, his hand resuming its absent stroking on her shin.

Her brows knit together. “Not you lying to me. Come on, Landinho, what’s with you?”

“Nothing,” he insists, but his tone is clipped, and his eyes won’t quite meet hers.

She punches his arm lightly, trying to break through whatever wall he’s just put up. “You sure?”

He looks at her then, and the vulnerability in his gaze takes her breath away. “Sure,” he says. But his hand tightens slightly on her leg, like he’s holding onto her in more ways than one.

Her heart clenches. Lando is her friend, the one person she can always count on, but in this moment, she feels the air between them growing in different direction. It’s not the first time, and it doesn’t make her uncomfortable, but it’s not easy for her to sit in it, either.

“You’re being weird,” she states, trying to lighten the mood, but her voice wavers.

“Yeah, sorry,” he mutters, forcing a small smile. “Just tired,” adds Lando, but there’s something he hides behind his eyes, something that makes her chest ache.

She studies his face, her teasing words dying on her lips. His eyes are heavy-lidded, the usual spark dulled by the late hour and maybe one drink too many. His movements are slow, lazy, his thumb still caressing her skin.

“I can see that,” she says gently, sliding her legs off his lap. “Up. Come with me?”

The sudden loss of contact pulls him out of his haze, “Where?” asks Lando, his voice faintly slurred with exhaustion.

“Do you trust me?” she replies with a knowing smile, standing up and extending a hand to him. “My god, Lando. My friend gave me keys to one of the rooms upstairs in case I wanted to crash.”

He hesitates, glancing at her outstretched hand before finally letting out a soft laugh and taking it.

They make their way upstairs, the faint thump of music growing quieter with each step. The room isn’t far, tucked at the end of a hallway. She unlocks the door, revealing a small but cozy space. The room is dimly lit, with a single bedside lamp casting a muted glow over the single bed that’s pressed against one wall, a small dresser, and an armchair in the corner.

Lando steps in behind her, the faint hum of the party fading as the door clicks shut. His gaze sweeps over the room, taking in the space. She lingers by the door for a moment, turning the key with a soft click, locking them in; the sound feels final, and heavier than it should.

Lando notices the bed immediately, his eyes narrowing briefly before he rubs the back of his neck, a gesture that betrays his unease. His voice is low and uncertain as he says, “You know what, I can crash on the couch downstairs. It’s fine.”

She tilts her head, her lips curving into a small smile as she watches him fidget. “You can,” she agrees, knowing that Lando has the superpower to fall asleep anywhere, no matter the place or how loud the background noise is. “Unfortunately, I locked the door,” she adds with fake concern in her voice.

Lando glances at her, his expression caught somewhere between playful and wary. “Yeah. You can unlock it, though.”

“But I won’t,” she replies, her smile softening, her words carrying an unspoken challenge that Lando catches immediately.

His lips part, and for a moment, he says nothing, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows. Then, quietly, his voice dipping lower, he says, “Then don’t.”

His words linger between them, and she feels the weight of his gaze as it shifts to her. There’s no teasing in his expression now, no trace of the lighthearted Lando she’s used to.

She lets her arms fall to her side, her pulse quickening.

Lando’s chest rises and falls steadily, though there’s a tautness to his posture. His gaze darts back to the bed, then to her, and she swears she sees a flicker of something in his eyes — fear? Desire? Anticipation?

His jaw tightens, his eyes searching hers, and she feels the weight of everything left unsaid pressing down on them both. Every glance, every touch, every joke that lingered a second too long — it’s all there, bubbling to the surface.

The tension between them that has simmered for months, maybe even years, suddenly feels unbearable. Lando’s eyes meet hers once again, and the quiet resolve in her gaze breaks something inside him. And then, suddenly, a glance he catches from her it’s all it takes. The restraint he’s held onto for so long snaps like a rubber band stretched too far. Before he knows it, he’s closing the gap between them, his hands cupping her face as his lips crash against hers.

She responds instantly, her hands tangling in his curls as she pulls him closer. The kiss is all-consuming, months of buried feelings and unsaid words spilling out in a rush. It’s intoxicating, a heavy blend of alcohol and the faint sweetness of her cherry lip balm. His lips are soft, impossibly so, molding against hers like they were made to fit. The taste of him is dizzying, a perfect balance of warmth and want, and each movement of his mouth sends sparks of heat rippling through her.

It’s overwhelming, the way Lando kisses her — gentle, but with a growing intensity that leaves her breathless, her heart pounding as if it’s trying to match the rhythm of his. His fingers trail down to her neck, squeezing lightly and pulling her against him as they stumble backward toward the bed.

“Do you know how long—” he begins against her lips, his voice rough with need.

“Too long,” she cuts him off with another kiss while her fingers are rushing to tug at the hem of his shirt.

Lando groans as they tumble onto the bed. Their breaths are loud and uneven, filling the small space as their lips crash together again, need and desire fueling every movement. Her palm presses against the small of his back, coaxing him between her legs. He instinctively follows her guidance, his body lowering against hers until his forehead rests on hers. At that, Lando sighs, not with frustration but a soft exasperation that halts them both.

“Are we… okay?” he asks, half-amused and half-concerned. “We shouldn’t—we should not do this. Not like this.”

She doesn’t release him, her hands still on his sides, her legs loosely wrapped around him. “We are,” she assures him, her voice calm but insistent. “It’s just us, Lando.”

His brows furrow, his lips parting in disbelief. “I know. I just don’t want you to wake up tomorrow and—”

Her hands move to his face, cupping it firmly and forcing him to look directly at her. “Regret it?” the girl asks, her thumbs stroking his cheekbones. “Don’t be silly. You know this isn’t about tonight. I’ve wanted you for a while now. I know you do, too.”

His eyes flicker with something raw, and he swallows hard. “I do,” he agrees. “But. It’d be such a waste to mess it up.”

The weight of his confession settles over them, and he falls onto the mattress beside her. For a moment, they both stare up at the ceiling, their fingers brushing tentatively before intertwining. It’s quiet, save for the hum of the party faintly bleeding through the walls.

And then, “You’re such a good kisser, by the way,” she finally breaks the silence.

He lets out a chuckle, visibly affected. “You’re not making it any easier.”

“I’m already messed up because of you, Lan,” she confesses, turning onto her side, her fingers finding his arm and tracing slow patterns along its length. “I trust us. No matter the outcome.”

Her hand travels to his chest, her fingers brushing lightly over his collarbone before moving to his jaw. She traces the line of it, her touch light but electrifying. Finally, her thumb brushes over his bottom lip, her gaze following her movements so closely, as if she wants to devour him.

Their thoughts run wild, revisiting every stolen glance, the tension, the want — it’s always been there. Every moment brought them here.

And now?

“Do you, really?” asks Lando, his voice laced with curiosity.

She nods, her hands sliding down to rest over his, her fingers curling around his. “Completely. I trust us to figure it out as we go. Don’t you?”

He lets her words settle, a warmth spreading through his body. He does. But he still has to think twice before agreeing to something so drastic, especially when he is faced with something he wants so badly that it makes him burn with impatience.

Finally, Lando sighs, looking at her.

“It’s not a big deal, right?” she says with a quiet laugh, her voice tinged with both affection and relief. “We’ve always been good at just... being us.”

He smiles at that, the tension in his shoulders easing just a little. “That’s true. We’re pretty fucking great at that.”

Lando’s breathing hitches as she guides his hand to her ass, pressing it against her curves with an undeniable confidence. His grip tightens instinctively, and she drapes a leg over his waist, pulling herself closer. Their eyes lock, her fingers tracing his features, as if committing every contour to memory. They’ve never been so close to each other, and the intimacy of the moment makes his heart race, while hers almost melts under the warmth of his body.

“You’re going to ruin me,” he admits matter-of-factly.

Her lips curl into a faint smile. “Hopefully,” she whispers, her hand traveling south, to work on unbuttoning his jeans.

Lando swallows hard, his gaze darkening as he grips her tighter. “If I fuck you tonight…” his voice drops, laced with a possessiveness that makes her shiver. “I won’t be able to let another guy come anywhere near you again.”

Her eyebrows arch in surprise, finally able to put the pieces together, understanding why Lando was acting so strange earlier.

“Are you jealous, Lando?” she teases, though there’s a flicker of curiosity in her tone.

Lando’s response is silent; instead, he leans in, his lips finding the soft curve of her neck. He sucks lightly, then harder, leaving a blooming hickey that makes her gasp.

When he pulls back, his voice is firm, “No, I just want people to stay away from what’s mine.”

Her breath catches, and before she can stop herself, the word escapes her lips in a near-whisper. “Yours.”

The corners of his mouth twitch, but he doesn’t say anything, letting the intensity in his gaze speak for him. She pushes at his chest, making him fall back against the mattress with a soft laugh, and crawls on top of him, her thighs straddling his hips.

Impatiently, her hands work on his shirt, pushing it up his chest. “Off,” she demands, tugging until he lifts his arms and lets her pull it over his head.

His hands waste no time, slipping under her skirt and pulling at the lace of her panties. “These,” he says quickly, his breath warm against her collarbone, “are in my way.”

With a sharp pull, he slides them down her thighs, and she shivers as the cool air kisses her damp skin. She leans down, burying her face in the crook of his neck to hide her embarrassment as he guides her hips forward, her bare core pressing against the warmth of his abs. The firm ridges of muscle beneath her send a jolt of pleasure through her body, and she lets out a soft moan.

Lando’s hand tightens on her hip, his thumb brushing over her skin. “Look at that,” he breathes heavily, “What got you so excited, hm?”

She whimpers at his words, the heat pooling in her cheeks as much as between her thighs. “Don’t—” she mumbles into his neck, her voice muffled and shy.

He chuckles softly, the vibration of it against her skin making her shudder. “No, that’s so hot,” he teases, moving her hips just slightly so she drags against him. His own breath catches, and his hips shift upward, pressing the hardness of his length against her thigh. “You feel what you’re doing to me? It’s mutual.”

She lifts her head, her eyes meeting his as she lets her fingers trail down his chest. Next, she adjusts herself as her hand slides lower, brushing against the waistband of his pants before she pushes them down just enough to free him. His cock springs free, and she bites her lip at the sight of it, her own arousal growing as she reaches out to wrap her hand around him.

Lando groans, his head falling back against the pillow. “Fuck,” he breathes, his voice rough and full of longing.

As she leans down to press her lips to his chest, her tongue flicking over his nipple, a sound escapes him that’s somewhere between a gasp and a moan. She glances up again, amused. “Well,” she teases, her voice playful but sultry, “I think I just found your new kink.”

Lando lets out a weak chuckle, his hand tangling in her hair as he pulls her back up to kiss her. “Shut up,” he speaks over her lips, but the way his hips buck against her hand tells her she’s right. “Everything you do is my kink,” he whispers, the rawness in his voice making her heart race.

Her cheeks flush a deeper shade, and with a playful glint in her eye, her hand squeezes his cock lightly, eliciting a sharp inhale from him. “Sorry,” she giggles, feigning innocence, “I just wanted to make sure.”

He scoffs, shaking his head with a smirk before his hands cup her ass firmly, pressing her harder against him. His voice is rough and dripping with need as he almost begs, “Come sit on my face.”

The unexpected plea is leaving her breathless, painting her face in confusion. “What?” she stammers, her voice nearly swallowed by the thrum of arousal coursing through her.

“Yeah, you heard me,” Lando assures her, his tone insistent, his eyes ablaze with anticipation.

Without waiting for her to argue, he pushes her skirt up around her waist, revealing the soft skin of her thighs, and pulls her closer to his face. She hesitates for a moment, her nerves warring with her desire, but when his strong hands guide her gently and his lips press a teasing kiss against her inner thigh, she gives in. The first swipe of his tongue against her entrance makes her gasp, her hand flying to the wall to steady herself.

Lando groans as he tastes her, the sound vibrating against her core and sending shockwaves through her body. One arm wraps tightly around her thigh, anchoring her to him, while his free hand drifts down to his cock, stroking himself in tandem with the rhythm of his tongue. Her moans spill into the air, mixing with his as Lando’s mouth works her over like a man starved, warm and wet and utterly relentless.

“Lan,” she breathes, her voice shaky as the intensity builds. Her hips jerk against his mouth instinctively, and he responds by pulling her even closer, burying his face deeper between her legs.

His tongue flicks, swirls, and presses in all the right places, and she can barely keep herself upright. She has to press both of her palms on the wall, but even then it’s not enough to keep her grounded. Not when Lando laps at her clit, his fingers digging into her thighs to keep her still as her body begins to tremble.

“You taste so fucking good,” he informs her between strokes of his tongue, his words muffled but clear enough to make her toes curl.

As her breaths turn shallow and erratic, she feels the pressure coiling tightly in her abdomen. Lando senses it, too, and his grip tightens, his movements growing more fervent. “Wanna come for me?” he asks as impatient as she is.

Before she can even process his question, her climax crashes into her like a tidal wave, her thighs trembling around his head as her moans echo through the room. Lando doesn’t stop, his mouth and tongue coaxing her through every pulse and tremor until she’s gasping for air.

In one swift, effortless motion, he pulls her down onto the bed and flips her over, positioning himself above her. His lips are slick, his gaze heavy-lidded with lust as he pumps two fingers into her, the wet heat of her still clenching around him.

“That’s it,” he encourages, his thumb brushing against her sensitive clit as his fingers curl inside. “Let me feel you.”

Her body arches off the bed as another wave of pleasure crests over her, Lando’s name spilling from her lips in breathless cries. The sheer intensity of his touch and the quickness of it all leave her spinning, her mind barely able to keep up as he drives her over the edge once more.

By the time her breathing begins to steady, Lando leans down, his lips brushing hers in a lingering kiss, tasting her satisfaction on his tongue. He grins against her mouth, utterly smug but entirely captivated.

“See how fucking delicious you are?” he whispers, and she can only nod, still lost in the aftermath of him unraveling her completely.

Seeing the pleasure etched across her face, Lando can barely hold it together. His hands tremble slightly as he shoves his jeans and boxers down for good, freeing himself at last. His cock, heavy and flushed, rests against her thigh, the warmth of her skin giving him goosebumps. He breathes heavily, his chest rising and falling in sync with hers as he pauses for just a moment, meeting her gaze with a mix of vulnerability and pure lust.

“Are we really gonna do this?” asks Lando, his voice hiding too much desire under its raspy tone.

His eyes search hers, looking for any hint of doubt. Luckily, there is none. She just nods frantically, her hands sliding down his back to cup the firm muscles of his ass.

Her touch sends electricity through him, and she guides him where she needs him most, her body arching in anticipation. “I want you. Please.”

Without breaking eye contact, he sinks into her, and the world stops for both of them. His head falls forward, a low groan rumbling from his chest as he feels her warmth envelop him, her slick heat drawing him in effortlessly. Her body opens for him so easily, so perfectly, that it steals his breath. The tension that had coiled tightly in her frame melts away as her legs wrap around his hips, pulling him closer.

Her arms encircle his shoulders, holding him tightly while she gasps Lando’s name. Her voice is music to his ears, and he presses his forehead against hers, the connection between them both overwhelming, yet grounding. Her fingers slide into his curls, playing with the strands at the nape of his neck as her hips shift instinctively, adjusting to his size.

“God, you feel…” he trails off, unable to find the words. Instead, he lets his body speak for him, drawing back before thrusting forward again. His movements are purposeful and powerful, each one making the bed creak slightly beneath them and pushing her up and down the sheets.

Her lips part with soft cries, her fingers tightening in his hair as her body meets each of his thrusts. “Lando,” she moans, her voice full of need and adoration, spurring him on. “Yes, that feels so good. Don’t stop.”

He catches her mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing her sounds as his hands wander over her body. His fingers hook under the hem of her t-shirt, and he tugs it upward, breaking the kiss momentarily to pull it over her head. The sight of her bare skin, flushed and glistening, takes his breath away. Her breasts are adorned with black lace, and the contrast against her skin ignites something primal in him.

“Stunning,” says Lando just as his hand drifts to her chest, brushing over the delicate fabric.

The way she arches into his touch, her nails scraping lightly against his shoulders, drives him wild. His thrusts deepen, his hips moving with purpose as the room fills with the sounds of their bodies meeting, her moans, and his ragged breaths.

“Fucking hell,” he rasps. His jaw clenches as he feels her tightening around him. “You’re killing me. So tight and—”

Before he can finish, she pulls him into a kiss. It’s shallow, their lips barely meeting as they breathe each other’s air. Her nails dig into his back, her legs trembling as she holds him as close as humanly possible.

“You’re so good, Lando,” she murmurs, her voice quivering, her praise like gasoline on his fire. “My favorite boy.”

Her words send him over the edge of control, his hips stuttering as he thrusts deep inside her, feeling her walls begin to flutter and clench around his cock. Her back arches, her head burying into the pillow as her orgasm crashes over her like a tidal wave. Again.

Her moans are unfiltered, and she clutches him like he’s her lifeline, while Lando stills inside her, groaning low and long as her body grips him so tightly that knocks the air out of his lungs. He presses his forehead against her chest, their breaths hurried as her aftershocks pulse around him so sweetly. Her nails scrape lightly down his back, grounding them both, continuing to whisper his name like a prayer.

It’s enough for Lando to surrender to his own orgasm, his body trembling as wave after wave of release takes him over. He stays buried inside her, unwilling to part just yet. The warm tightness around him makes him shudder, his hand gripping her thigh to anchor himself.

When he finally pulls out, he hesitates before pressing his knee between her legs, feeling the slick warmth of their combined arousal smearing against his skin. She squirms against him, her overstimulated body trembling, her hips shifting involuntarily as aftershocks ripple through her.

Lando watches her, his eyes dark with satisfaction, his voice husky as he whispers, “Forget 35. Let’s get married tomorrow.”

She exhales sharply, a laugh bubbling out of her. “I’m down,” she teases, her tone light but affectionate. “Let’s book the venue now.”

He looks at her, gaze softening, filled with something deeper as he reaches behind her and, with one measured motion, unclasps her bra. The suddenness of it catches her off guard, her eyes widening as he tosses it aside like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Before she can say a word, Lando leans over the side of the bed, fishing for his shirt. He finds it, holding it up, then tugging it over her head, the oversized fabric swallowing her frame.

“Perfect fit,” he says softly, his fingers brushing against her arms as he helps her adjust it. The gesture makes her chest tighten, her heart swelling with an ache she doesn’t fully understand yet.

After that, Lando slides back into his boxers and pulls the covers over both of them. The bed is small, forcing their bodies to press together in a tangle of limbs. It doesn’t feel awkward, though. It feels like a new home, safe and peaceful.

He rests his head on her chest, his breath warm and steady against her, while his hand absently caresses her through the fabric of his shirt, his fingers brushing over her nipple. Everything about the moment feels somehow so normal, like they’ve been this way forever.

The silence stretches on, so comforting, until she suddenly breaks it with a soft groan. “I have to pee again.”

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[vifilms]

THEY CALL ME HOMEWRECKER

pairing. established!cait x reader ft. older!vi

content warning. eighteen+, some freaky toxic shit, caitlyn lowkey a bad girlfriend, reader a freak, and violet’s just there for a good time, ooc!vi mostly, strap!sex, threesome, jealousy, cheating, some good ‘ole drama, public!sex, slight voyeurism if you squint.

#thank u to my boo @sinstear for helping me facilitate this madness and giving me even more ideas for it. and for @shouyuus for always supporting my gay panicking. still crying about it. as always, eighteen+.

since the two of you were struggling financially, you’ve always stuck by caitlyn’s side. throughout all of her business endeavors, one finally stuck, the restaurant on avenue street, and god is it ever so booming. weeks of hectic hours turn into months of hardly seeing her due to her schedule always being on the flipside of hers.

all of it was so excruciating.

over the past few months, the cracks of your relationship fall over like a tsunami waves, crashing repeatedly into the shore. you try to talk about it with her — the two days out of the week when you actually see her — but she’s always too tired.

too this.

too that.

nothing you do is ever enough. it doesn’t matter if you set the mood just right, candles light with rose petals on the bed, buying a new lingerie set to attempt to peak your girlfriend’s interest.

“baby, it’s been months since we’ve had sex? do you just not want me anymore? caitlyn reassure you she does but makes no move to give you the relief you’re so desperately seeking. deadly kisses turn stale in your mouth, the bitterness of her stagnant need tastes like the dark chocolate on your tongue.

“just—“ caitlyn grunts as she gently shoves you off as her back turn away from you “not tonight.”

you’re so close to cry, to calling this relationship for what is, a colossal failure. deciding to cool down before offering her the proposition, the one you’ve been thinking about for a while now. no matter what you do, you love cait too much to call it quits. you have to fight for who you love, no matter the cost. this is the only choice you can make…right?

droplets kiss your skin, an oversized shirt hits your thighs as your feet pad away from the cool tile, the dampness of your hair touches the cotton as she looks at you, exhaustion written all over her gorgeous face.

“what if we opened this up? let someone…in.”

shyly, you mumble. and you expect some lewd response, anger, a finality to the end but you’re met with relief. “i think that’s a great idea, love.”

but caitlyn would live to regret those words. “just one night with someone else.”

the both of you agree.

all of it happened organically, that’s what you were her for. caitlyn was close and made sure not to hover. the stipulation being the two of you had to be attracted to whoever came home with the two of you. it’s when you spot her, checking you out from the other side of the bar.

“hi, cupcake.” her voice is sultry but her rasp velvet smooth.

“o-oh, u-um, hi—” you readjust shirt, the swell of your breasts threatening to spill from the tight top you’re wearing. she’s the hottest woman you’ve ever seen. soft lines on her face to resemble her age, but fuck, she’s so pretty.

powder-blue eyes resembling the sky as she checks you out from head to toe, unable to keep her eyes off of you. she can’t stop looking at you as you squirm underneath her blunt gaze.

“who’s the blue haired woman behind you? girlfriend? she looks like she wants to kill me for getting so close to you.” with a fierce sense of confidence running through her veins, she plays with the pretty silver chain hanging from your neck.

“she is my girlfriend but we have an understanding.” the nerves from your initial impression of her dissipate, as you step closer to her. “we’re on the hunt for someone to fuck our brains out, especially mine it’s been a little too long.”

"how long?"

the curoisty slips out before she can help herself, eyes falling back on your tits again again as you cross your arms over your chest, tongue running over your lips as the tattoo peeking out from her the underside of her neck.

“long enough.”

but caitlyn interjects, slithering her way as she immediately starts caressing the mystery woman’s forearm. it’s difficult to pretend there isn’t a sting in your chest when she so easily touches someone else without a second thought.

it isn’t fair, that’s all you’ve wanted, an ounce of her affection but it seems it just takes a certain kind of woman to get her going. on that doesn’t love her the way you do, one that’s hotter, sexier, and definitely has more experience than you.

caitlyn is all over her, all night. vi, as you’ve come to learn, is much older than you and cait, more successful than you could ever dream of, and she damn sure knows how to sweet talk. you can’t help but feel a little left out as you sip on your martini, courtesy of vi.

excusing yourself to freshen up, not that you believe either of them would notice, you wash your hands, splash some water on your cold face to calm yourself. it’s crystal clear, she always wanted to have sex, just never with you.

there she stands, proud and tall, with hope in her eyes like she’s found the missing piece of her puzzle. “so, she’s perfect, right? i mean we really hit it off. the both of us, right?”

you nod, “yeah, sounds perfect, cait.” but she’s too fucking horny too nice the clip to her name or the bitterness in your tone. she’ll have her fill and you’ll be stuck on the sidelines, again. she’ll do anything but acknowledge this relationship for the farce it is.

you should have known, all the signs right in front of you to see, and now it all it took a pink-haired goddess to show you the light. she’ll get her pussy wet for anyone who isn’t you.

“great! i’ll tell her. i’m so glad we decided to do this, love.”

love.

the irony of her burning affection nearly causes you to throw up.

still, you’re incessantly scrubbing at your hands, the skin feels raw, the top of your fingers wrinkling like prunes. the last thing you want to do is meet them out there. the gorgeously, very-fuckable stranger who your girlfriend can’t get enough of. you should have just done the right thing, put the relationship to bed along with the rest of your dignity. now you’d have to watch who you thought was the love of your life, get off right in front of you.

then she’s here. vi. with her beautiful face, her cologne that smells of vanilla and mahogany, her perfectly fit body, making you feel more insecure than you’ve ever been.

“you alright, princess? if you have second thoughts just say the word…”

“nope.”

with a violent urgency, you keep scrubbing the soap into your absolutely clean hands, bending over the counter slightly to rinse them when you feel her behind you, gripping at your hips. she reaches over to shut the water off, handing you a few paper towels to dry your hands.

what the fuck is she playing at? why isn’t she sucking caitlyn’s face off?

“i have something else in mind—” vi leans over as her hot breath kisses your ear, “and it has to do with this pretty, little skirt on the floor.”

“oh, vi, we should really go and meet caitlyn, she—” but you can’t talk, not when she starts stroking the silky skin of your thigh, pushing the hem of your skirt up just a hair.

“you sure about that?” vi crawls her playful hand underneath the hem, playing with the panties covering your cunt, teasing your slit through the delicate lace. “i had my eyes set on something i want to try first.”

“o-oh…kay, well, it’s really not the best idea. please, can we—"

“so you really want to princess? something tells me, you’re dying to have this pussy eaten, fucked….stretched. i have a perfect hot pink cock for you to get fucked with, a mouth to please you, and a good set of fingers for you to bounce on.”

before you realize what’s she’s doing, her heavenly hands dip inside your panties, splitting your folds like the red sea; as god intended. she groans in your ear when she not only feels, but hears how soaked you’ve become, hot breath setting your body aflame.

“how does that sound, princess? want me to take care of you?” you grind against her pelvis, back arching into her as she slips a lone finger inside you. you moan so high, it nearly sounds like a scream.

“mmm, shit, ahhh, that’s—”

becoming very aware of the public setting, anyone could walk in the door at any given moment, you try to refute but you’re struggling to find the words, as she curls her finger inside you, establishing a steady pace.

“what? don’t think of caitlyn now. she certainly didn’t care before, did she? let me guess…she left you and your vibrator to your own device, pressing on that pretty clit of yours, hoping she’d jump in but she couldn’t.

“she couldn’t do what needs to be done—” vi bites and sucks at your neck, you crane your body towards her in submission, giving the older woman all the access she needs to tear you apart. “but i can give you whatever you fucking want, princess.”

it doesn’t take anything else before you’re attacking the older woman with your lips, her tongue invades your mouth as she surges for dominance, gripping your plump cheeks through the small amount of fabric covering them.

immediately intertwining your finger through her hair as you tug on her roots, as your skirt rides up against almost rising completely as vi pushes you through the first open stall she sees. not giving one flying fuck who hears her.

“needed you first, you know that? couldn’t help myself as soon as i saw you. god, just you wait until tonight.”

you shake your head as she pushes the your skirt to your hip bones, ripping your panties off with one single rip!

“tonight?”

“yes, pretty girl, tonight. m’gonna make her watch while i fuck you on my cock.”

pressing her knee with force in-between your legs, an animalistic moan tumbles out before you could even stop yourself.

“c’mon, ride my thigh, sweet girl. that’s what you want, hm?”

vi’s strength centers you in like gravity, allowing you to slide further up her trousers, your folds fluttering against the friction, allowing the crease of her perfectly-ironed slacks to push against your soaking pussy.

“god, fuck her for not wanting to fuck you. i’ll fuck you all night if you let me.” vi grunts as she watches your body writhe, tits bouncing as chase your high.

“fuuuckkkkk,” you hiccup, so close as she pushes a thumb in your mouth, effectively shutting your mouth for a moment as you suck on the digit. swirling your tongue around her finger, pretending she’s fucking you with a strap instead.

“such a good girl for me.” pulling off with a delectable pop, she presses against your clit, blissful patterns being traced on your bundle of nerves and just with a few strokes you’re done for. falling fast and hard.

“vi, vi, oh fuck, baby, viiii—” a drawl of her name as she abuses the bundle of nerves, the ache for her full attention and freely does vi give it.

you fall into her chest, whimpering as her incessant need to play with your clit does nothing to help you calm down — all she does is rile you up.

fuck, caitlyn.

not a day in your life had you thought of being interested in someone so much older than you, but god you’d never come apart like that. not so quickly and not ever quite as hard. she knew what you liked without uttering a word.

the swipe of her thumb felt like a stroke of god, as if she was one, giving into your mundane pleasure, helping you close in on what seemed like an impossible finish.

this wasn’t part of the deal. shit, you’re so fucked.

“turn around.” you obey.

a pathetic servant willing to get it’s pay.

she slaps your ass once more, a whimper tumbles and vi eats up every second of it.

“how bad do you want my cock, baby?”

“so bad, please.”

“good. you’ll show me…in front of her.”

—

“just like that princess, fuck, you’re so goddamn pretty.”

violet’s hands steady your hips as you ride cait’s cock, the strap stretching you out to the heavens, vi guides you in perfect rhythm. you know you should feel bad, but you can’t stop staring at vi, her perfect eyes gleaming as you moan out her name.

not cait, vi.

“love—” caitlyn’s voice is drown outed when vi is looking at you the way she’s does, the way you’ve been begging your girlfriend too but she only does when there’s someone else giving you what you’ve been desperately craving.

“how does it feel, cupcake?” vi whispers in your ear, “does it feel good when you fuck yourself on her cock?”

without warning, vi slaps your ass as you jolt forward, the silicone cock slipping deeper within you, kissing your cervix as vi keeps her hand on your lower back, guiding your movements.

“f-feels really good, vi.”

vi kisses down your neck, biting at the skin before she presses her scarred lip against your ear.

“i know it does, princess. been wanting this for months, huh? don’t worry about a thing. i’ll take care of you.”

vi smirks as she sees caitlyn stirring with fury, bold pair of blues ignite under the fire of someone else seeing what is so rightfully hers. she hates this, knowing someone else is talking you through it, touching your skin, soft lips kissing the ample skin of your neck.

truthfully, she’s never been a jealous person. as the rises at the break of dawn and sets in the cool evening, caitlyn truly believed she’s the one for you — no one else could dare compete.

it’s caitlyn and you.

but suddenly it doesn’t feel like the two of you against the world.

it’s vi and you, the anxiety bubbling in her stomach feels catastrophic, so she fucks into you, making you squirm with need. but still, you’re so entangled in vi, you don’t even notice her.

the night hadn’t started the way caitlyn planned — or wanted — but she lapped at your cunt as vi instructed her to do so. she’d been vying for an ounce of her attention. truthfully, she’d settle for either one of you, but the two seem to enthralled with one another to even notice her existence.

but fuck, you’re her girlfriend. only hers.

but when you’re close, you ask vi for permission to come. it’s vi’s whose name you scream out when you start falling apart on caitlyn’s cock. it’s vi rubbing your clit, whispering sweet nothing in your ear as you see stars, it’s vi who pulls you into her lap as you cling onto her for dear life, as if caitlyn’s touch feels poisonous.

nothing makes sense.

when caitlyn thinks for a moment, she’ll get an ounce of attention, vi handcuffs her to the chair across the bed.

“what are you doing?” dark blue eyebrows furrow as her, eye squinting harshly.

“you’ll get your turn, be patient.” vi scolds, but she has no intention on following through on her promise. this is to make a mockery her, to show her exactly what’s she been missing.

in the full nude, she walks over to the night stand, grabbing the harness, and makes sure everything is just right for you — the hot pink dildo protrudes, just as she promised. the pink bush she’s sporting matches deliciously as her happy trail follows up her lower abdomen.

caitlyn wants to curse at the wind when you immediately fall in obedience, commands fly off vi’s tongue and you adhere to her wishes. the first has your mouth wrapping around her pink cock, she gently thrusts, lubricating the plastic with your tongue. your hands twisting vi’s pierced nipples, playing with the silver barbell, taking pride and joy when her breath hitches.

“lay on your back for me, yeah?” vi doesn’t waste another beat.

with reckless intent, she slides in, every inch of her saturated in your warmth. you waste no time, fingers woven through her hair like a thread through embroidery. her pink hair becomes nothing more than a leash for you tug on, each powerful thrust to much, too soon — but you also are too terrified to let go.

"take it, princess. just like that—" violet pushes deep, clinging to her broad back, scratches made in tandem when she delivers a brutal pace. "tell her how much you love my cock."

there she sits, jaw slack, mouth open so wide she could catch flies.

vi can't tell if you she's crying and part of her almost feels bed until desperate pleas of her name fall from sanctioned lips. violet smirks as she looks back at caitlyn, waiting for the inevitable moment of her crumble.

there's only so much one girl could take and violet knew she had to be hitting her limit. soft please of, babygirl, falls on ears that only hears vi's instruction. deviously, violet smirks as she watches caitlyn realizes exactly what as going on.

but it's too late.

you're already far out her grip as your grip onto violet for dear life as you come apart on her cock, moaning louder than caitlyn's ever heard.

you're never loud, even when the two of you did have sex, it's always been quiet.

sweet. soft.

nothing about this is tender as your squirt all over her bed sheet, effectively sending violet over the edge from watching you come, fucking you harder as you moan into her neck, sharp teeth sinking into her collarbones.

to sink the final dagger in her heart, you initate violet's lips locking in yours, a smashing of desire reaches it's fateful end. caitlyn watches as you lose yourself in someone else, someone older, wiser — her stomach churns as she desperately tries to break free of the restraints.

she's been made a fool of, a mere mockery just for wanting to try something you suggested. but the jealousy falls around her, she's not strong enough to watch you enjoy getting your brains fucked by someone who has everything.

for the first time in her life, she feels you slipping through her fingers.

"would you stop touching her? this is over. we're done with you, vi. she's my girlfriend, get off her." bitterly, caitlyn sneers.

"oh, she does?"

with a roll of her strong hips, vi thrusts deep into your pussy, you clench around her, arching your back as you cry out for your lover's touch.

"well, i hate to be the barrier of bad news, but she's not done which means neither am i. so, enjoy the show, cait. you sure have paid a pretty penny for it."

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You gagged, hands against the inner of his thighs as he continued to use your mouth, one hand had been entangled through the locks of your hair, your throat gently expanding every time he shoved his cock further down your throat.

Your eyes were wet, with tears due to how deep he went, how deep he wanted your spit to coat his width, Ghost’s tip stroking the back of your throat as he calmed you with warm words. “That’s it baby,” he said while rotating his hips, he grunted, the skin of his sac pressed against your lips.

You drooled, desperately sucking it back up, eager to please him. You felt the wetness between your legs become stickier, connecting the inner corner of your thighs against each other. You stretched your tongue, Ghost’s length rubbing against the texture of it, you looked at him, had saw how his face had been twisted, furrowed, so concentrated for his high.

“That it---oh fuc---that---” he stuttered, his chest heavy, each time it arose it came down deeper than the last, whenever he did that, that’s when you knew he was near, when his movements became less smooth, more rigid, stiff, and sharp.

You moaned. You forced your mouth to move to the top of it, to suck on it, eyes trained on him, teasing him to see how his face would twist more, thus his groans echoed louder, like bass through glass, now he had both hands against your head, curved at the back of it.

“Princess----oh---shit!” He cried out, burying his length inside of you again, the slickness of your mouth making it easier for him, loads of his cum trickling and glazing the width of your throat.

Shakily, he exhaled, pulling his dick out your mouth, watching how his cum and your saliva mixed with each other, a string from your tongue was connected to the base of his cock, the link broken when he shoved it into your mouth again, slowly, but rough, he pulled himself out again and continued the motion. “Good girl,” he praised. “Good fucking girl,” he whispered. “Good girl, swallow it for me.”

You listened, you swallowed his cum so he bent down to you, cupped your chin with two of his fingers before kissing your lips, embracing your mouth, tasting his own self, breathing you in, and once he pulled away, you looked at him with lapin eyes, silently begging him to order you around.

“Now turn around for me,” he said and so you did.

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[littleprinces]

Dirty Little Secret

Miyawaki Sakura x Male Reader

Stepcest

Anal Sex

I'd been sneaking into the house next door for weeks now, my cock aching for Sakura, my stepsister. She was a petite Japanese girl, her brown hair cascading down to her waist, her almond-shaped eyes always curious and inviting. At 26, she was a legal temptation, and I couldn't resist her any longer.

One evening, I found her in the bathroom, soaking in the tub. Her eyes widened in surprise, then a sly smile spread across her lips. "You shouldn't be here, big brother," she teased, her voice like silk.

"I couldn't stay away, Sakura," I growled, my cock already tenting my pants. "You're fucking irresistible."

She bit her lower lip, her eyes flicking to my bulge. "What are you going to do about it?"

I didn't need to be told twice. I was on my knees beside the tub in an instant, my hands cupping her small, firm breasts. Her nipples hardened under my touch, and she gasped, her back arching slightly.

"Fuck, Sakura, you're so goddamn sexy," I muttered, my thumbs brushing over her nipples. She moaned, her head tilting back, giving me access to her neck. I took the invitation, my lips and tongue exploring her soft skin, my hands never leaving her perky tits.

Her hands found their way into my hair, guiding me, encouraging me. I moved lower, my hands trailing down her sides, her stomach, until I reached her pussy. She was shaved, her lips smooth and inviting. I ran a finger along her slit, feeling her wetness.

"Oh, fuck shithh" she moaned, her hips bucking slightly. "More, please."

I obliged, slipping a finger inside her. She was tight, her pussy gripping my finger like a vice. I added another, scissoring them, stretching her. She moaned louder, her hips moving in rhythm with my fingers.

"Fuck me, big brother," she panted. "I need your cock."

I stood, unbuckling my pants, freeing my cock. It sprang out, hard and ready. She reached out, her small hand wrapping around my shaft. She stroked me, her thumb brushing over the head, spreading the pre-cum.

"Fuck, Sakura," I groaned. "You're going to make me cum."

She smiled, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. "Not yet," she said, her voice sultry. "I want you to fuck me first."

I didn't need to be told twice. I grabbed her hips, lifting her out of the tub. She wrapped her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck. I lowered her onto my cock, her pussy stretching to accommodate me.

"Fuck, you're so big," she moaned, her head thrown back. "Fuck me, big brother. Fuck me hard."

I did as I was told, slamming into her, my hips moving in a steady rhythm. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the bathroom, our moans and groans mixing with it. She was tight, her pussy gripping my cock like a glove.

"Harder," she panted, her nails digging into my back. "Fuck me harder."

I obliged, my thrusts becoming more forceful. She moaned louder, her body tensing as she came, her pussy contracting around my cock. I kept fucking her, my cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy.

"Turn around," I growled, pulling out of her. "I want to fuck your ass."

She complied, turning around and bending over the tub. I ran a finger over her asshole, feeling her shiver. I spit on my finger, rubbing it over her hole, preparing her. She moaned, pushing back against my finger.

"Fuck me, big brother," she begged. "Fuck my ass. Make my ass yours"

I replaced my finger with my cock, pushing into her asshole. She was tight, her ass gripping my cock like a vice. I pushed in slowly, giving her time to adjust. She moaned, her body tensing, then relaxing as I bottomed out.

"Fuck, Sakura," I groaned. "Your ass is so fucking tight."

I started to move, my hips thrusting slowly at first, then faster as she moaned louder. I reached around, my fingers finding her clit. I rubbed it, my fingers moving in time with my thrusts. She moaned louder, her body tensing as she came again.

"Cum in my ass, big brother," she panted. "Breed my ass."

I couldn't hold back any longer. I came, my cock pulsing as I filled her ass with my cum. I pulled out, my cock still hard. She turned around, her eyes on my cock.

"Clean me up," I ordered, my voice hoarse.

She dropped to her knees, her tongue darting out to lick my cock clean. She took me into her mouth, her lips and tongue working in tandem to clean every last drop of cum from my cock.

"Fuck, Sakura," I groaned, my hands fisting her hair. "You're so fucking good at that."

She pulled back, her eyes meeting mine. "I want more."

[nanamiscocksleeve]

Caleb and Praise 🫦

♥ "That's my sweet girl," Caleb will coo as you curl up to him on the bed without invitation. "Want to be close to me huh?" His fingers will stroke your hair as you bury your nose into his chest, filing his body with warmth.

♥ "Look at how sweet you're being," he'll purr into your ear as he softly palms your breasts, pulling and tweaking those hard nipples as your cute little whimpers fill the room.

♥ "What an obedient little mouse you are." Caleb's fingers are rubbing your swollen clit through your soaked panties. Your thighs quiver but you keep them open knowing it pleases him. He slips the gusset to the side and continues to circle the throbbing nub as you gasp and writhe under his pleasurable touch.

♥ "You sound so cute when you moan like that," Caleb whispers as he sinks two of his fingers into your slick pussy. Knuckles deep and covered in your sweet nectar, he makes smooth motions on that patch of nerves inside while keeping up his pace on your clit while you sing so sweetly for him, your muscles taut and begging for release.

♥ "I know. It's ok. That was a lot I know. But you did so well baby girl." He strokes you through orgasm as your whole body trembles from the sweet climax he's given you, as his arm holds you tightly against him. He kisses your forehead, eyes soft with satisfaction as he looks at your vulnerable state.

♥ "That's it. My good girl. Taking me so well. Pussy clenching and milking this cock. It's all yours pretty baby." Caleb growls as he buries his shaft deep inside you, hips rocking against yours as his meat pistons in and out of your wet hole. Your body knows no resistance when it comes to him, and you're noisily letting your pleasure echo through the room as his cock fucks into you so deliciously, stretching you out in ways you hadn't felt before.

♥ "You're mine, my precious little one." Caleb snuggles your exhausted body on his chest, peppering your face with kisses. "You did so well my sweet doll."

© nanamiscocksleeve original work | no copying, plagiarizing or translating

[holybibly]

The latest news, my sugar bunnies.

Unholy thoughts of the day: Seonghwa's oral fixation always gets worse before a concert, as his girlfriend you help him to relieve the tension.

"Seonghwa, baby, you have to… you have to get ready for the concert…" Your hot, wet breath fanned the soft, thin skin of his ear, sending shivers of excitement down his spine. "Can you hear me, baby?" But all your attempts to get through to him were completely useless because Seonghwa could barely concentrate on your words. And how could he, when you were fucking yourself deep and slow on his cock, with two of your fingers sliding sensually between his plump, wet lips, rubbing against his tongue and caressing the inside of his cheeks? Your rings clinked against his perfect, snow-white teeth as you pushed them deeper into his insatiable mouth, pressing the soft tips of your fingers to the back of his tongue. "It's… so good… I just need a little more…" That's all he can manage to get out. His velvety, pornographic voice is muffled by the wet sounds of drooling saliva and noisy swallowing as he speaks through your fingers. "Fuck my mouth, my beautiful star… Please… Fuck my mouth… ""Everything for you, Hwa."

Your fingers slip out of his mouth for a moment, all slick with spit and cherry lip balm, only for you to rub it all over his luscious, fuckable lips in a kinky, dirty caress. But Hwa doesn't care, he opens his mouth wider, his eyes rolling back in pleasure, as he thrusts his hips up so that the thick, swollen head of his cock presses right against your cervix. The hot, smooth walls of your cunt immediately tighten around the massive girth, holding it securely in a velvety grip and stimulating the bulging veins on his cock.

"Fuck, Hwa, just like that... You do it so well, the most beautiful boy ever".

Behind the closed door of the dressing room you can still hear the loud cheers of the fans who have come for the sound check and you wonder for the umpteenth time what they would say if they saw Seonghwa like this - needy, whiny and not afraid to beg for what he so desperately wants.

What would his fans say if they found out what a slut he really is?

Your fingers return to his mouth, and his long, soft tongue immediately begins to move diligently to wet your fingers with his saliva.

You grab his chin with your other hand and hold his head still so you can enjoy the fucked look on his beautiful, godlike face. With drool dripping from the corners of his mouth and his dark cat eyes unfocused and heavy, you can easily see how much he enjoys having your fingers in his mouth.

Seonghwa pulls in his cheeks and sucks hard on the tender appendages, his tongue moving fast and chaotically around your graceful fingers, reminding you of how his tongue used to dance in the same way between your labia, licking and rubbing the moist, sensitive folds of your needy little cunt as you swallowed his amazing cock deep down your throat in your favourite 69 this morning.

You begin to move on his cock again, noticing how Hwa's eyes glaze over, becoming nothing more than a smooth black mirror. He looks like he's in a daze. Drool drips from his luscious lips, his tongue lolls out as he tries to swallow your fingers.

His loud, whimpering moans come through your fingers, and you just push them deeper, making contact with the back of Seonghwa's throat, making him choke on both his saliva and your fingers.

But just as you're about to pull away, thinking that maybe things have gone too far, Hwa's teeth sink into your fingers and his lips close tightly around you, preventing you from pulling his treat from your mouth. His muscular thighs begin to move wildly, the fast pace hitting that spot inside you that makes you see stars. Your walls clench, fluttering around Seonghwa's cock.

He came before you, his whole body shaking and his eyes rolling back. Hwa is too stunned to notice that you're carefully pulling yourself away from his cock and instead start rubbing your swollen clit hard and fast to bring yourself to orgasm.

The sound of his name falling from your lips as you finally cum catches his attention, and Hwa smiles apologetically at you, looking away shyly.

"Sorry, angel, I didn't mean to..." Seonghwa squeezes out barely audibly, his voice getting huskier and lower.

You smile lovingly at him, kissing his rosy cheek lightly.

"It's okay, love, really. I don't mind helping my handsome boyfriend with his damn hot oral fixation. But I still expect you to fuck me senseless after the concert."

[artyandink]

UNCONSCIOUSLY SEXUAL.ᐟREADER, where you didn’t even know that most of the things you said, wore or did were kind of/very provocative. you were just… sweet, a total darling to the adults, which was why MARTHA and JONATHAN lent CLARK to help you when your house had been burgled and your parents were abroad, so they couldn’t help. Of course. your pretty little head didn’t know how a boy in your year who you’d been friends with since childhood, but you were happy to spend time with the all-american, thirsted over farm boy. He was just pretty (your brain knew better, he was hot as high hell. to the point where your panties got damp to the thought of his biceps).

CLARK was in a similar boat— he wasn’t sure how much longer he’d last— he wasn’t sweating bullets because of the heat, he was sweating due to the face that your pretty lips — shit, he hadn’t even thought that way about you before — were wrapped around your thumb after a sweet glass of lemonade, in a low-necked tank, high-cut shorts, and he was so sure that he could’ve seen baby pink lace peeking out from the waistband.

Whatever it was, it was killing him fast.

Plus, he knew those panties matched a nice lil’ bra in your room that he’d unintentionally seen when up there dropping off notes— just another thing that made his mind run circles. Like, c’mon, he knew for sure that his mom and dad taught him better than to think that way about girls who didn’t even mean to do it, his brain wired itself to think that way. Now that he mentioned it, that sounded like a really bad excuse, he just felt guilty for objectifying you.

It wasn’t just the provocative actions like bending over or accidentally saying things that sounded like they alluded to sex.

it was your big eyes. your pouty lips. your perfect legs and the swing of your perfect hips when you walked. how you were so innocent and didn’t have the foggiest clue what some guys wanted to do to your gorgeous body. your ass in the pretty skirts and shorts you liked to wear. the bows on all your clothes. How you tilted your head when you didn’t know something. The bat of your eyelashes when pleading for someone to do something for you— it almost always forced a hand.

CLARK had to remind himself to stay calm. composed. a friend—

“Clark, mmh,” oh, fuck, the pretty moan that slipped from your parted lips as your soaking pussy glided up and down his cock was intoxicating, CLARK’S head tipping back against the sofa cushions at the sound, hand smoothing up your hip, to your waist and back down over your ass and thigh. his other hand trapped your little pink panties in a tight fist, his mind subconsciously making a decision to keep it so he could use it as a poor substitute for this tight cunt, dear Lord.

He was probably going to hell for using the Lord’s name in this context.

“That’s me,” He nodded, voice cracking right before a whimper, an honest to God whimper left his mouth upon feeling your pussy clench around him and seeing how your cheeks were flushed, pretty lips in a perfect ‘o’ and how your gorgeous tits moved up and down in that tank top. Up and down, up and down— he was going to get hypnotised.

CLARK didn’t even know how he got here— his foggy memory recalling something like getting you straddling his thighs, slipping his fingers between your legs to find your perfect panties already soaked— if that’s what he did to you, who knew what else you’d do for him?

His jaw clenched, feeling rooted to the spot as his fingers dug into your ass— but it wasn’t even him moving you, you were doing it all on your own, being such a big girl and bouncing on his cock yourself, with small little whimpers every time he filled you to the brim. You were moaning about how he was “s’big” and how you were “s’full”, eyes rolled back with your fingers digging into his back and along his hair.

His head lolled forward, only to have his eyes zero in on how your pussy sucked in his cock to pair with his super hearing overwhelming him with the wet sounds and your little moans and babbling murmurs hit his ears like a freight train. He didn’t help his case, he’d begun to jerk his hips up only slightly— but to you that felt like a rough thrust that had you crying out his name. Perks of having superhuman strength, huh?

And superhuman sensitivity, any longer and he’d be in the same state as you.

“S’tight, don’t— don’tcha stop—”

Oh, too late. Guess it’s not your fault that you’re UNCONSCIOUSLY SEXUAL.

special tags 4 my clark moots: @faiszt, @blackynsupremacy, @angelbabyyy99, @svnriseblvdd if there’s anyone I forgot I apologise profusely also @cherrygirlfriend I told u about this so here’s my vision

had to do a new line to include the lovely @sabrinasopposite

[circe69]

simon ghost riley and pr!mal play fuck yeah

cw: unprotected p in v, rough!sex, predator/prey, dubcon-non, primal play obvi (girl run slower c’mon now)

uhhhh, he’s right behind me isn’t he? ~(>_<~)

“i’ll give you three fuckin’ seconds to run.”

shit.

you stumble back on the wet forest floor, leaves crumbling beneath your feet. simon stood 3 steps away from you, and all he wanted was to fuck you into the ground.

but a good hunter likes to play with his food first.

“one,” he starts as your breath comes out in distorted pants. you’re so excited, so scared, the adrenaline mixed with the intense lust is running through your blood like fire.

“two,” he takes a step towards you. you’re terrified but you want to egg him on. you want to make him angry. wanna make him punish you. you slowly peel off your sweatshirt, revealing your skin-tight tank top.

simon’s anger (and his cock) was begging him to take you right there. he smirked and shook his head, he couldn’t believe what a fucking. brat. you. were.

“three.”

you jumped into a sprint, running as fast as you could and lunging through trees. even though you were running faster than you thought was humanly possible, simon’s footsteps were still right on your tail.

he was swift and silent, and it wasn't until you turned a sharp corner to avoid hitting a tree that you felt two large forearms wrap around your middle.

your scream could've been heard from miles away, causing birds to flee from their nests. ghost flung you against the nearest tree stump and held you with one hand clenched onto your stomach as your feet dangled nearly a foot above the ground.

"why do you have to make everything so fucking difficult," he grunted out as he stripped your pants off with one hand.

you were still struggling to breath, "simon, no-"

"too late for no's, bitch."

you squealed as he tossed you onto the ground, a small tear coming from the corner of your eyes as you went slack jawed watching simon remove his shirt. he started laughing at the sight, "heh, just like you. just like you to dish it and not fuckin' take it. do you see this, y/n?" he grabbed you by a fistful of hair and shoved it down so you were eye level with his painfully hard dick. "you see it? this," he slammed a knee between your thighs, shoving it against your clit as you let out a small sob, "is what you did to me."

no matter what sound was coming out of your mouth, your pussy couldn't lie; if simon were to drag a finger through your slit, it would come back dripping.

"'m sorry, simon, sorry, sorr-"

the sound of his pistol cocking interrupted your pleas. he crawled over you and petted the top of your head, smoothing the stray hairs. “aww, you’re sorry? how sweet,” you felt the head of his gun hit your hip.

“pull my fucking cock out of my pants and if you take your eyes off ‘a mine, you’re dead.”

you scramble, with fat tears streaming out your eyes and down your jaw, as you unzip his cargo pants and pull out his hard length. you never looked away, and scary enough, neither did he.

only when you wrapped your palm around the base of him did he drop is head into the crook of your neck and groan, “fuck,” he whispered, before leaving an open-mouthed kiss under your jaw.

“you going soft on me?” you said quietly.

“if i was going soft, this pussy,” he shoved two fingers inside of you with no warning, and all you could hear was an embarrassingly loud squelch, proving just how much you wanted this, wanted him. “would sound a lot different.”

“no matter how sweet you are,” simon removed his fingers and replaced it with the head of his dick, forcing a gasp out of you,” n’matter how sick you think i am, you like being prey, you like being caught and gutted from the inside out, isn’ that right baby?”

there was no denying it, and even if you did, your pussy would suggest otherwise.

simon riley was right.

[sangwookisser]

⭒DUMMY - THANOS⭒

cw: slight bimbo! reader, name-calling, degrading, corruption kink, naive! reader, oral sex (m receiving), cum eating, dumbification, semi public sex (there's a camera in the room), hair pulling, dubcon

a/n: if this does well ill hopefully write a part two :)

Ever since you'd arrived to this shithole, Thanos had been on your case. He was sort of sleazy, flirting with any girl who'd look at him twice, but it was clear you were his favorite.

From Thanos' experience with women, most would act uninterested and secretly want him, or be uninterested and tell him to go fuck himself. Either way, he could probably get a clear read on them after one or two conversations. You, on the other hand, were impossible to decipher.

He'd never met someone as meek as you. You'd scurry away and lower your head if he so much as looked at you, you'd listen to his voice and be sure to avoid the location it was coming from, and you refused to respond to him. You just bowed and apologized and ran away.

Like a fawn.

He'd never been so fascinated by someone before. You had these huge doe eyes with long fucking lashes, and whenever he'd tease you too much, they'd get all wide and glassy and your lip would wobble, then you'd run away with your hands over your ears. He wasn't sure if you thought he was going to wring your neck the second you let your guard down or something, but shit, the way your eyes looked when they were red rimmed and watery, or how you'd look up at him and worry your plush lower lip between your teeth, God, it left a throbbing ache in his boxers.

It was a new morning, and he was just aching to come find you so he could tease you or pull your hair a bit to listen to the sounds you'd make, but to his surprise, you'd slept under your bed, curled into a ball with a pillow under your head. Holy shit, you were such a coward. He couldn't believe it.

You were still half asleep when you felt him pulling you out from under the bedframe, and your head lolled, your vision blurry and unadjusted to the light. His dick twitched with interest as he sat you upright in front of him, holding your arms so you couldn't run.

He brushed his hand over your smooth, silky hair, watching the way you shivered and looked like a lost baby animal. You were so soft, he thought. From how close he was sitting, he could see the little freckles dotted on your nose, small, but there, the way your lower lip was raw from your anxious biting, and the way your pupils slowly contracted as you focused your vision.

You whined anxiously, not understanding why he was examining you so closely.

"Why are you so scared of me, hm?" He asked softly, holding your face now, watching you, analyzing you.

You didn't speak, petrified, and he let out an annoyed sound, squeezing your face in his hands as you whimpered at the contact, your eyes filling with those stupid fucking tears as if on cue. He squeezed more, watching the way your lips squished together, pink and plush, like soft cherries. Fuck, he wanted a taste.

He leaned in...

"Hey man, are you going to the line for breakfast? We gotta hurry if we wanna get ahead of all these hungry bastards."

Thankfully, his friend came up behind him and startled both of you, making Thanos jump a bit. He's pissed out of his fucking mind as you take the opportunity to bolt, just like always. Thanos could punch something. He grunted and scowled at his friend, shooting you one last look before he stood up and roughly shoulder checked the idiot that made him lose you, as he stalked away with a scowl.

You walked into the spacious, circular room with trepidation, wringing your hands together. By now, a lot of the players had found teams or integrated themselves into tight knit groups, but you didn't fit in with any of them. Moreso, you didn't trust anyone here. You follow the crowd onto the platform and stand on one of the inner corners, hoping not to be jostled off and shoved to the ground.

The P.A. system announces a game called Mingle, where you're instructed to enter a room with a certain number of people before the timer goes down. Naturally, there's not enough rooms for everyone, and you figured a large chunk of people wouldn't make it out of here alive.

Anxiety overwhelmed you as you watched people whisper to one another, making strategies and alliances to ensure they can win the game. You had no one. You hugged yourself soothingly, failing to notice the way Thanos' eyes are trained on you.

You're pathetic. Anyone with a brain would start talking or kissing ass to try and find a group to join, but you just sort of gave up. You wouldn't speak, wouldn't ask for help. You just stood there and accepted your fate. He was so intent on watching your stupid little face scrunch up that he barely noticed the platform start to move and a song begin to play.

When the platform stopped suddenly and the announcer called for ten people, he gestured for his team to follow him before grabbing you by the forearm and instructing his friends to grab a few more people, while he pulled you to a room, holding you still. You looked up at him with surprise and worry, your big fucking eyes all glossy once more.

"What's wrong with you, huh?" He snaps. "Are you trying to get yourself killed? You didn't even fucking move, you're just standing there and waiting to get a bullet in your stupid little head." You whimper, hearing the lock click as Thanos' friends manage to collect enough people in time, while his attention remains on you. Your lip wobbles at the sound of him yelling at you, and he feels his blood heat up a little bit. Fuck, you get to him so much. He just wanted to kiss you, just once. Maybe bite your plump lips. Or put his cock between them.

"'M-mmf... s-sorry, I j-just di-didn't think-"

"Do you ever?" He interrupts you, poking your forehead hard enough for you to stumble, and you pant softly as you manage to catch your footing, your heart racing. "You just stand there all the time and bat your lashes like some stupid little doll. In case you haven't noticed, dummy, your life's on the line."

You nod quickly, the timer ending at the perfect moment as you're able to slide out of the room quickly before you had to endure any more berating comments from Thanos.

He followed you, though, grabbing onto the back of your tracksuit jacket, causing you to stumble back and be dragged along with him as he sets you in front of him in his arms as the music starts again.

The cycle continues.

Though you wouldn't say it out loud, you did feel a lot safer with Thanos herding you around like you were a puppy on a leash. You were guaranteed to find a room each time because he'd throw people out of the way to get to a vacant room first, and you'd be with him each and every time.

Until the last number was called. Two. He pulled you along by your wrist to a room, shoving stragglers out of his path and having no regrets about it, laughing as he locks you two in the cramped room together, the air stale and warm with the faint, unpleasant scent of blood from outside. The timer continues to go down.

"They'll probably have us in these rooms longer." he comments, looking at you as you tremble a bit, shaken and on edge, though you don't know if its because you're alone with him or because of the sound of screams and gunshots that will likely follow sooner than later.

"Wh-why?" You ask softly, and he scoffs, staring at you like he's looking at a misbehaved child. he stoops to your level, pinching your chin between his fingers to tip your head up, rendering your attempts to avoid eye contact futile.

"Because they gotta take longer to shoot everyone 'cause there's barely any rooms left. And they gotta clean up the blood after and sanitize the place."

"O-oh. Why can't they do it after?" You press further. You're not sure if you're so winded and overwhelmed that nothing makes sense to you right now and you feel the need to ask so many questions, but Thanos just seems to think you're the dumbest little thing in the world.

He scoffs and shakes his head lowly, pushing a thumb swiftly past your lips and pushing down on your tongue so any sound you make is muffled.

"Are you this stupid or are you talking just to talk? God, I had to shut up because you were giving me a migraine. That's why pretty bitches like you should just shut up and have your mouth stuffed all the time, because half of you are always dumb as rocks. Why would they do it after, dummy? They can't have dead bodies and blood everywhere and have us walking around in it."

You whimper at the degradation and cruel words, your brain going fuzzy at the salty taste of his digit around your tongue and the mixture of praise in his words. He called you pretty, didn't he? Pretty but dumb... you don't know what to say, and so you slobber a bit as he pushes it deeper, struggling to accommodate it into your mouth.

Thanos, on the other hand, is so focused on your sweet little face and the way your eyes go glassy as you get his thumb wet, the soft motion of your tongue gliding over his thumb turning his brain into mush. And then, he can't take it anymore. He pulls it out of your mouth, slapping your face lightly to keep you present, because he can already start to see you spacing.

"Get on your knees." He says roughly, pushing at your shoulders to guide you down into a kneeling position, and you didn't have it in you to resist.

He grabbed a handful of your pretty hair into his fist, not caring about how long he'd have until it was time to leave. He was tired of the bullshit coming out of your mouth, tired of your big fucking eyes and the way you'd bat your lashes at him and pout without even realizing the effect you had on him, tired of the way you got him so hot and made his cock swell and twitch without trying.

Even now, you stared up at him almost reverently, your eyes confused and so fucking innocent. God. He could only dream of the look on your face when he blows a fat load of cream on it. The thought made him more hard.

He shoved your face into his bulge, the thin fabric of his tracksuit pants doing little to obscure the feeling. You gasped, little hands holding onto his legs to keep yourself steady as he pants, rubbing himself against your face. You had no idea what was happening, and so you shut your eyes, muffled protests leaving your lips.

"Oh my God, shut up." Thanos snapped, glaring down at you. "Shut your dumb fucking mouth."

You tried to pull your head away, and he scowled, yanking your head away from his clothed bulge and staring down at you.

"Take my pants off." He snapped, and your eyes widened. Swallowing thickly, you tried to stand up for yourself. "Bu-but there's people outside," You jumped as shooting went off on cue, and your gaze turned to the door, your heart pounding at what may be going on outside, but he tugged your hair, making you look up at him once more.

"W-we don't know how long we'll be in here, an-and th-" You hiccupped, looking up at the shiny camera pointing down at the two of you, but he interrupted. "I said shut up. What part of that did you not understand? You're lucky I don't tear your clothes off and give whoever's watching a show." He manhandled you so his back was to the camera, blocking you from view.

"There, happy?"

You whined, a little wary, but you knew this was the best you'd get. "Now take my pants off. And my boxers. Now." He snapped, and your throat burned, your mind reeling as you began to peel off his pants, letting them drop to the ground, while your fingers curled around his boxers, pausing at the sight of his bulge. Thick and fat, with dewy moisture collecting at the top, the clear liquid spilling out of the tip.

You gulped again, pulling his boxers down too, causing his fat length to hit your cheek faintly before it stood to attention. You stared at in disbelief. The mushroom head was an angry red, while the shaft itself was thick, veiny, and long, and curved slightly to the left.

He must have thought you were stalling, as he pushed your head forward again. "Stop wasting time, kid. Suck on it."

You frown at the nickname, and hesitate. The sheer size and girth of his cock intimidated you, and you look back up at him weakly. He groans, running a hand down his face.

"Don't tell me you've never sucked dick before."

Your lip wobbles, and you shake your head, lost for words. He scoffs and pushes your face right up to his cock. "Lick the balls first, then the shaft, and then the tip, then get as much as you can in your mouth and suck. It's not fucking hard, dummy. And don't scrape your teeth on it. Shit fucking hurts."

You look down at his plump balls, slowly lowering your head and shyly placing kitten licks on each of them, following his instructions. He grunts, dick twitching with interest at your motions, and he pushes your face more firmly into the sack to coax you to put more pressure on your tongue.

You oblige, licking slowly but steadily, and his eyes glaze a bit as he watches you look up at him for approval while you slowly and steadily lick up his shaft, making your way to his tip where you begin to focus your tongue, swirling it around the head and along the slit. He lets out short puffs of air as he watches you gulp down some of his precum, his head spinning.

You had seemed to have never done this before, but then you stare at him like that, and lick him with such precision that he stops to rethink his decision. He doesn't realize that he's started moaning and stopped being mean to you.

"F-fu-fuck... Ohhh..." Stifled moans leave his parted lips as his pupils blow wide, the sounds making you throb gently in your cotton panties.

"Ju-just like that, sh-sh...shit..." He gently pushes your head down so your mouth wraps around the whole tip of his cock, and his head lolls back as you slowly start to bob your head, drowsy pleasure overwhelming him.

He felt like such a virgin right now. Getting worked up over some silly girl blowing him like he hadn't done this a million times before. Maybe it was just because you were so goddamn pretty. The way your mouth looked stuffed with cock made him fucking crazy. It was so wet and warm inside, and you were sucking him in like you didn't want him to go anywhere. You had to have done this before.

Your tongue traces shyly over the veins on his cock, and you let out a soft gagging sound as his fat cock hits the back of your throat. You splutter a bit, drooling around the shaft as you wrap a tiny hand around the base, twisting and tugging gently. He keens, pulling you in further and shoving your mouth so deep that your nose is nearly up against the neat patch of hair above his cock. You let out a spluttering sound, your throat tightening on him as you gag and breathe in deeply through your nose, your head swimming and your vision blurring with tears.

"Nngh... mmmh... fuuuck," He chokes out. "Shit... ahhh... so fuckin'... ungh... good... su-suck me harder, cmon dummy." He groaned, his hips twitching forward involuntarily, seeking more of that incredible, wet heat engulfing his throbbing cock. The slick, suckling sounds filled the room, punctuated by Thanos' escalating panting breaths and garbled exclamations of bliss.

His chest heaved, muscles flexing beneath sweat-slicked skin as the pleasure built to a fever pitch. The man's eyes rolled back, only the whites visible as he lost himself in the mind-numbing ecstasy of the moment. "Ohhh goddd...just... ahh... like that, gorgeous, use that m-mouth..." If he were coherent right now, he'd slap himself and try to shut up, but he can't. He guides your head into the rhythm he's set for you, listening to the sloppy, garbled sound of you sucking, and occasionally choking on his cock.

At this point, your pussy is soaked and clenched around nothing, light moans leaving your own lips. the vibrations make him tremble, and he nearly stumbles backwards with how good this is. He can't even imagine what your pussy would do to him if your mouth was this good.

The sloppy sounds build in speed as he moves your head faster, loud wails leaving his mouth as he ignores the commotion of the cleaning process going on outside the room. "Ohhh god, I can't... baby... ungh... I'm gonna fuckin' lose it..." Thanos gasped out, his words spilling out in a frantic, babbled rush as he clawed desperately at your hair, trying to hold on to the last threads of his rapidly unraveling control. 

Thanos panted out between gasping breaths, his voice tight with desperation as he felt the telltale tingling rising from the pit of his stomach. His grip on your hair tightened, fingers curling and uncurling erratically as he struggled to hold back the impending avalanche of ecstasy threatening to crash over him at any moment.

"Ahh... fuck... it's too much... too fuckin' good..." he whimpered, eyes squeezing shut as he tried valiantly to stave off the inevitable. With the last dregs of his rapidly fading willpower, he managed to tug at your hair, reluctantly pulling your mouth off his throbbing, pulsing cock with a slick pop. It bobbed obscenely in the cool air, flushed a deep, angry red and leaking copiously as it strained towards its release.

"G-god... unh... I'm gonna... can't hold it... please..." he begged, his tone a desperate, pleading whine. "stroke me... jerk my fuckin' cock... make me cum, g-goddamnit..." His hips jerked spastically, the head of his cock brushing almost painfully against your cheek, smearing slick across the soft skin.

With trembling hands, you grasped his throbbing shaft, feeling it pulse and twitch in your grip. You could feel the heat radiating off it, like a live wire crackling with electricity. Thanos shuddered and let out a strangled moan as you began to stroke him, your soft hand gliding up and down his rock hard length.

Two, three, four rough pumps of your fist and he was done for. "ohfuckohfucko-oohhhh fuck..." His cock jerked and spasmed wildly in your grip before erupting, hot, thick ropes of cum painting your flushed face and gasping open mouth. Ropes of it, slick and sticky, splattering across your forehead, your cheeks, your chin, dripping down your neck and onto your tracksuit jacket.

Thanos could only stare in disbelief as his heart pounds wildly in his chest, hitting his ribs hard as a lithe tongue darting out, its pink tip peeking from between those sweet, cum-glossed lips to lap up the scintillating evidence of his pleasure.

You bring your fingers up to your face, swiping a glob of cum from your cheek to taste it, the salty, slightly nutty flavor pleasant on your tongue. Thanos felt his spent cock give a feeble twitch at the erotic juxtaposition of purity and depravity, his mind reeling at the staggering beauty of the vision before him.

The contrast of such a lewd act on such a sweet, angelic face nearly undid him all over again.

"No… way…" he breathed out, shaking his head in awe and amazement at the erotic spectacle before him. "Fuck… you're… so fuckin' cute…"

Blushing at the praise, you help him back into his pants while you clean off your face with your sleeve, taking off your jacket and tying it around your waist while he hovers over you, his mind a mess. He grabs your arm just as its time to leave, and he grabs your face in his big hands, pressing his lips firmly to yours.

You let out a shaky moan, little hands holding onto his jacket in tight fists while he slides his tongue into your mouth, moaning as he swirls his tongue around yours greedily and swallowing your taste like a man starved.

He pulls away with a soft pop, strings of saliva connecting your tongues as you look at each other with half lidded eyes. He's sure to hold your hand tightly as you unlock the door and leave the room together.

[feral-pixie-dream-possum]

I kind of like that Rook is the uninteresting fuck up of a character whose only talent seems to be to make all of these cool people incredibly horny for them. Even if they're not actually a fuck up. They have a talent, I'll get to it.

It just makes me sad that it's probably because the game gives you a lot of background options, so customizing the entire storyline for each of those options would have been a lot. Basically to give a strong story from each of those backgrounds they would have had to rewrite a lot and provide many more dialogue options. It's not just an issue with this. Veilguard in general suffers from having very few decisions that actually make a difference for the story.

Anyways. Even if the reason for it is bad, I like that we get companions with big stories and talents while our character is just one person among them. I hate playing a game where the player character is the only one with special powers and strong plot relevance. These people are gathered together because they're the name that came to mind when thinking "we need an expert on ____". Of course it's a company where anyone is going to feel like a bumbling idiot.

I like that Rook is the one who steps back and listens to the others. I like that they ask even the dumb questions. I don't feel like that's "on Rook's expense", that's not really how it works when talking to people. It's not about counting points for cool one liners.

Rook's talent is asking the questions. Their talent is that they're offering sympathy when the others have such poor people skills that they don't even think of comforting Rook. Even when Lucanis buys things for everyone else he forgets Rook. Because Rook is Rook, easy to overlook. Rook listens to the team and smooths out conflicts. They're the glue that holds this bunch of big personalities together. Without them it would be explosive temperaments and infighting.

I actually love that the game makes the player feel like they're not that important and that they're not as cool as the other characters and that they're almost invisible. Because we all know someone like that. Someone who we might not always think about but who keeps stuff running smoothly.

And in the end I don't think any of the companions could handle having Solas in their head. They would have said something to anger Solas and get him to shut up for good. We need poor old bumbling Rook who somehow gets Solas to kind of help them instead.

What’s really jumping out at me on my second playthrough is that the writers of the first three games understood that your character was the main character. The Veilguard writers clearly thought that the main characters were their characters, the companions.

Every scene is about setting the companions up as cool or competent or sympathetic. Often, this is done at Rook’s expense. The companions get all the witty one-liners; Rook’s attempts at humor not only frequently fall flat, but are frequently called out for falling flat (even when they’re completely automatic and the player has no say in them).

The companions have all the knowledge and skills; Rook just brought them all together and gives them all pep talks so they can focus. I’m trying to edit out all of the comments where Rook is like “Um… what????” from my videos, and let me tell you, it takes WORK. There are A LOT of them. I can count on one hand the number of times when the Inquisitor or Hawke comes across as dumb, but it seems to be a built-in, unavoidable part of Rook’s character. I have not selected a single “purple” option in all of Act 1, and Rook is still coming across as the kid who tries to be the class clown to cover for the fact that he’s always confused. Rook’s role in most scenes is to say “Uhhh… what?” so that the companions look smart.

Rook is always the one offering sympathy and never the one getting it. No one actually comes to comfort you after Varric’s death. No one asks you how you’re feeling about having to lead the team now that Varric is gone. No one tries to reassure you or give you advice for dealing with the trickster god haunting your dreams. We’re told that Neve could keep Solas out of your head, but she never actually offers to do this for you. No one comforts a Shadow Dragon Rook when Minrathous is destroyed or a Grey Warden Rook when Weisshaupt is destroyed. Rook’s problems don’t matter. Only the problems of main characters matter.

Rook is a secondary character in their own story.

[blackynsupremacy]

DOUBLE TROUBLE

pairings: kal kent x black!fem!reader! x clark kent

summary: you get revenge on your cheating boyfriend by hooking up with his twin brother.

contains: 18+ content (mdni), smut, pwnp, redk!clark twin au, kal and clark are brothers, good twin/bad twin type of vibe, toxic relationship, cheating (both reader and kal), family betrayal, angst/anger, revenge sex, unprotected p in v, squirting, creampie, mention of birth control, riding, reader and clark basically use each other, manipulation, swearing, cursing, praise, degradation.

a/n: heyyy idk if anyone else came up with this au, but i think it would be cool to see redk!clark as a whole separate person alongside clark. requests are temporarily closed, so please be patient with me because my family and i are mentally preparing for an impending loss, so any thoughts and prayers would be appreciated. love you all sm 🫶🏾

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“ah, fuck, clark!”

you cry out as your hips steadily bounced on clark kent’s massive length, your nails dig into the toned, pale skin of his broad shoulders as his hands cups the plush skin of your ass while he releases his own string of groans and whimpers. with each movement of your hips, the pleasure only intensified between the two of you. clark’s baby blue eyes were hypnotized by the slight jiggle of your breasts, he didn’t miss how the necklace with the familiar red gem you were wearing moved back and forth against your brown glistening skin that was stained with perspiration. god, how he wanted to take it off, but he was so caught up by how good you were at riding him, he could really care less as he was relishing in this sinister moment. you were a sight to behold as your shimmering, dark eyes were half-lidded and your full glossed lips were agape before his name came out again.

“you fuck me so good, clark. ah—wish i chose you instead.”

you breathed out, you were so drunk at how skilled he moved his hips in perfect tandem with yours, you weren’t sure if what came out of your mouth was true or not. one thing for sure, clark knew exactly what he was doing and those words caused him to drill his cock within your pussy faster, resulting in you to whimper with each time his bulbous tip kissed your cervix.

“y’know it, pretty—t-told you i can treat you better than that asshole.”

you hated and loved the fact that he wasn’t lying.

you both never thought that this would happen due to the fact that you were dating, kal kent, clark’s twin brother. despite the two being identical, they couldn’t even be more different. clark was the goody-two shoe twin who was the quarterback that made the best grades, did his part with the chores on the farm, and tried his best to help others in need. although he was charming and popular, he was shy, humble, and a bit awkward. clark seemed like to be the perfect candidate as your boyfriend, but then there was kal, his brother. he didn’t really care much for school, but he was still intelligent like clark. he spent his time skipping classes to go on adventures to metropolis like he was born to be there, instead of driving around in a pick-up truck like clark, kal saved up to get a motorcycle, which had all of the girls wanting to ride with him— or better yet on him, you included. kal kent was a bit arrogant and short-tempered, but he was adventurous, charismatic, bold, and an all around smooth operator when he wanted to be up to no good, especially when it came to the opposite sex.

your relationship with kal was— tumultuous. with the exact right words and actions, you were basically putty in his hands. it amazed you that out of all the girls in the senior class of smallville high, he chose you. with him, you unlocked the courageous wild side that’s been hidden deep within you. you went from a homebody ti a hometown hottie. kal kent was indeed trouble, but he was good trouble as he wasn’t afraid to show you new things and take risks beyond the limits of smallville. every weekend, you get dolled up and sneak out with kal on his motorcycle to journey to metropolis where he would smooth talk his way into the hottest dance clubs for some thrilling night life action—until he gets into a fight, but you still stuck by him as he took you to all of those “bases” that your friends would be hyping about with their respective beaus, your face would heat at the steamy details. now, you don’t feel so shy anymore as kal had completely transformed you to someone more liberated, sexy, and confident.

you loved kal with all of what you got, but sometimes he would be so fickle with his wandering eyes towards other girls. you and kal would be in a heated argument because you would catch him subtly flirting with other women, shamelessly complimenting their looks, or catch a glimpse of their swaying hips beneath their skirts. you never forgot how one time at a nightclub, you caught him bumping and grinding with two randoms on the dance floor after you went to the bathroom for three fucking minutes, causing you to lash out and make a scene resulting in an argument between you. you two wouldn’t even talk to each other for a good week, so you would find solace with clark, who was kind enough to console you and tell you how you deserved better than his brother (i.e. himself, but he wasn’t going to do that now). clark was right, but kal was the fire in your loins. you couldn’t just get over him and you knew he couldn’t get over you. that’s how you and kal would “make-up” then return back to normal.

if by normal, you mean repeating the cycle of kal playing in your face, you break up, you cry to clark, and then ultimately forgive kal just because he got you a promise necklace to match the ring on his finger? then, yeah, that was your normal and you were getting fed the fuck up. after another explosive confrontation on his infidelity, you were at the kent farm with clark in his loft. kal was off on his motorcycle at god knows where with god knows whom, you didn’t care because you were really done with him. there was no way that all of this pain, anger and insecurity was in the name of true love. clark always was there to be a shoulder for you to cry on, willing to listen to your repetitive laments and offer that old-fashioned, kindhearted farm boy comfort.

“i’m so sick of this, clark. i’m so sick of him!” you exasperatedly sigh out as you wipe the final tear from your eyes, finally composing yourself. clark wrapped his arm around your shoulder, his hand gently caressing your arm.

“i’m so sorry, y/n. no one deserves what you’re going through. ever.”

and he meant that with every bone in his body. no matter how many times you’ve cried to him, clark would always reassure that you would find better for yourself, hopefully one day you’ll realize that you wouldn’t have to look far because he was literally right here. clark has always been fond of you, even before you started messing around with his brother. fortunately, his patience was a virtue and it worked out for him in the end as you uttered these words.

“thank you, clark. i never would say this out loud with him around, but i wish kal was more like you sometimes.”

“more like me? in what way?” he inquired, with that signature tilt of his head that you always found to be adorable. it resembled a golden retriever.

“y’know— like a gentleman.” you sigh in relief at clark’s gentle touch on your shoulder. the gears in your brain start to turn as a devilish, nasty idea crept in your mind. you knew this was wrong by any means, but your fiery anger and growing bitterness towards kal kent was the director of your moral compass. you leaned in closer to clark, smirking when his cheeks painted with red at the new close proximity.

“clark—i’ve been burnt by your brother way too many times before and i’ve never thought about stepping out once.” you confess in a light, soft voice, your hand reaching to trace along the warm skin of clark’s jawline.

“this time—i want to burn him back.” you leaned in forward, your thigh was brushing against his as your breaths mingled with each other. you glanced down at his pouty, rose lips that was so similar to your boyfriend’s.

“and i want you to help me.”

“b-but, i can’t. it wouldn’t be fair to kal.”

you smile widely, admiring clark’s angelic benevolence to his savage of a brother and his relationship—too bad that you were going to play devil’s advocate.

“you’re right, clark, but he hasn’t been fair to me.” you emphasize, pointing to your chest. “didn’t you always say that i deserve better? wouldn’t you think that i deserved you?” you press him further, placing your hands on his shoulders to push him up against the sofa you were occupying, finally cornering him. it didn’t help his case as he felt the blood rush straight to his cock when you pressed your heaving chest against his.

“c’mon, clark. we both know you can treat me better, love me better, and maybe even fuck me better. you can tell me all you want, but i’d like it if you show me, baby.”

clark was speechless because you were right. he did want you, so fucking bad. he admired your boldness, your realness, your intelligence, and of course, your beauty. it was common for the twins to bicker, but kal always made sure to rub it in his face and make him feel like such a loser that even a “mr. popular” couldn’t bag a chick as bad as you—well, now this was his chance to prove kal wrong. clark’s own morals started to blur between the lines of right and wrong as your lips drew closer to his. before you knew it, clark threw all cares out of the window as he finally closed the gap between your lips in a kiss that started out as gentle, but grew more fervent as you started to climb upon his lap, grinding your hips in a sweet rhythm to feel the erected arousal buried in his signature levi’s. with each kiss and touch exchanged, every article of clothing that you had was swiftly discarded to the floor leaving you both exposed. 

“fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

you reveled in the amount of body worship that clark showered you in as his skilled hands roamed to every part of your body, from your chest down to your aching core, it all elicited the lewdest of sounds from you that had you ready to feel him— all of him. it wasn’t long before you got him sitting nice and pretty up on the couch, readily positioning yourself right above his swollen cock. although, he was ready, his sweet self still wanted to know one more thing before you proceeded,

“don’t you think we should use protection?”

you could only simper, he was such a softie that you could melt.

“it’s all good, babe. i’m on the pill—m’gonna start now, you ready?” you ask, caressing his heated face and placing a searing kiss on his lips. with his eager approval, you deliberately lowered yourself onto your boyfriend’s brother’s length. as he filled you up inch by inch, your grip on each other grew tighter as your walls did around him once he bottomed out. your hips began to get into a steady rhythm once you both adjusted to the new sensation. a string of strained moans erupted from your throat with each thrust, usually with kal it would be more about him, prioritizing his release over yours, but with clark, he was more attentive to your needs. from the way his lips would take the time to trail bites and kisses along your chest to how he would tease your clit with his thumb every now and then. to make sure you didn’t tire yourself out, his hips jolted up to meet you in the middle as they gained in speed, his name becoming the only thing on your lips. clark was enjoying every moment of this. he wished kal would walk in to see you completely going crazy as he fucked deeper within your walls.

“heh. look at you, getting fucked so good by your boyfriend’s brother. you’re so damn scandalous, but i love that about you.” he deeply chuckled, fully taking control by tightly clasping your hips and holding them in place to where you couldn’t move. your confusion was brief when clark began to drill himself at such a speed you weren’t even sure was human, but that’s what the fuck you’re talking about. if this was how revenge felt, you’d gladly do it again to teach kal a lesson.

you felt the familiar heat coil inside, burning more intense as you gaze down between you to watch each fluid motion of his cock rutting eagerly in and out your slickness with such precision.

“that’s it, clark. just like that. do it for me, baby, do it for me! y’gonna make me cum all over you if keep doing that.” you mewled out, your nails scratched on his skin as his movements started to be more erratic. the only sounds that filled the room was the slapping of your skin, the squelching of your sex, and the mix of your harmonic moaning in the air.

“that’s right, baby. let that pretty pussy cum all over me— give it all to me, pretty girl. i got you like always.” he mused, the pad of his thumb finding its rightful place on your sensitive bundle of nerves, swiping it rapidly on the wet, puffy surface to elicit the pleasure that you’ve been waiting for. that’s when you feel the final snap of the coil. without ceasing your movements, your lips collide with his in a needy kiss. your whole body trembles, every muscle spasms as your juices disperse all over his navel and cascade down your thighs. it doesn’t take long for clark’s orgasm to follow suit, his fluids rapidly shooting into your walls to paint them white as snow. after catching your breath, you get off of him for you both to retrieve your clothes.

“thanks, again, clark. you may feel crap about it now, but knowing your brother, this should be a humbling experience for him.” you reassure him as you adjusted your hair to break the awkward tension with some humor.

“it’s no worries, y/n, but the question still remains—did you mean what you said about how you should’ve chosen me instead of kal? i know we were caught up in the moment, but—” you cut him off by simply cupping his face in your hands to kiss him, he instinctively reciprocates. with the slight tug of his bottom lip between your teeth, you pull away, a tantalizing smile painted on your glowing features.

“between you and me, clark, you can believe what you want to believe, but know this—drunk actions speak sober thoughts. if you’re down, let’s keep this our little secret and do this again if kal decides to screw with both of us, ‘kay?” with a final quick peck to his lips, you take your exit from the loft before hopping into your vehicle to retire for the night, relishing in the fact that you got kal kent, your playboy boyfriend, back for all of the hurt he’s caused.

at around midnight, kal came stumbling through the door of kent farm. he was out in metropolis again hitting up the club with a couple of hotties, but they weren’t you. he’d make it up to you when you’ve cooled down enough and stopped talking to his cookie-cutter twin.

“i take it that you had a good time tonight. it’s not like your girlfriend was worried sick or anything.” clark snidely remarked with the roll of his blue eyes as he relaxed on the sofa before resuming to watching the cheesy horror movie on the tv.

“you’re damn right i did and let me guess, you did the same loser activities with the same loser friends like you always do on nights like these.” kal called out from the kitchen to retrieve a needed bottle of water before stepping closer to clark.

“instead butting into my relationship with my girlfriend, you should stay in your fucked up lane of a love life.”

kal then sarcastically feigned a “eureka” type of expression, snapping his fingers.

“oh! i got it. maybe if you had what it takes to live a little, you wouldn’t be stuck doing the same old loser routine in boring old smallville, would you, mr. popular?” kal finished his speech with a chuckle, thinking he had the last laugh when clark was probably playing the bigger person by giving silence as a response. kal had no idea about the bombshell that his own twin brother was about drop on him.

“yeah, alright, kal. i’m such a loser doing the same loser activities, but in reality, i was fucking your girlfriend a couple hours ago, asshole. how’s that for living a little?”clark harshly retorted, the dirty little secret out in the open.

kal immediately stopped at that confession, everything had just—paused. if the harsh tension between the brothers was already damaging, it was now fucked beyond compare.

[colorlessjay]

I have had something occur to me.

S6 Castiel is still pretty naive/gullible, right? So S16 Dean could probably excuse the pet names as 'it's just what good friends do, Cas' so that he can keep doing it without him flying away. (Plus, I doubt S6 Soulless Sam would call out the lie).

As for S16 Sam, I'd love it if he could make an appearance, possibly picking on S6 Dean (Or simply to have S6 Dean gawk at 'no way that giant is Sammy' 💙💚

I always thought Dean would excuse his behavior by telling Cas that they become very close over time. That Cas becomes his best and longest friend for years.

Nothing to tip him off that they're married in the future, just enough to assure Cas that:

"I know... I know I can be an assbutt" Dean snorts at the silly insult "And when things go back to their regularly scheduled program, and your me pretends nothing happened, I'm gonna keep being an assbutt to you..." He swallows down the decade old guilt he's held. Memories of times he's failed Cas, and vice versa come flooding in as he stares down at a younger version of the man he loves

"But just know that- that I never say what I really feel. That I just get so so angry, and I didn't know why. And I take it out on you, on Sam, on everyone. Even when I don't say it out loud, know that I'm sorry. I'm always sorry... and that I'll always forgive you, no matter what. No matter the fuck up, Cas. I''m never gonna not forgive you" Dean, unable to hold himself back, gently takes both Cas' hands, confusing the angel further

But Dean only gives him a soft look as he pressed his lips against the angel's knuckles "So stick by me, alright sweetheart? No matter what... Stick by me and I promise you, I will move freaking mountains to make up for everything. I'll go through every plain of existence for ya. So please..."

Dean's eyes went glassy, so open and vulnerable in a way his younger self barely was. His voice rough with age, was as soft and smooth as he whispers "... Don't give up on me"

"Dean" Cas breaths out, his brow scrunched up and gaze contemplative. Dean's words run through his millennia old mind, and yet all he could reply was ".. You are physically incapable of moving a mountain"

Dean couldn't help but laugh at that response. Any other time, he would've complained about his speech going to waste, but he knew Cas would keep his words close to his chest. He wasn't worried.

"Yeah" he smiles, pressing one more kiss on the knuckle of Cas' ring finger "I guess I can't"

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anyways, beep beep

[angelsfat3]

ⓘㅤ 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑. ⠀⠀( 这个身体是我的。)

𝓢ummary “ ✉. The unattainable boy, who you had a crush on, decides to introduce you to the world of entertainment.

⠀،،⠀Genre. ’ Smut, drabble, mlm.

( 𝒄/𝒘. )───bareback (don't do it irl!), rough, slur, the deep (sexual position lol).

“Please, Sunghoon...” you moaned again, your voice breaking slightly. “I n-need you... I need your hard cock inside me... Stop playing these fucking games...”

Sunghoon's eyes darkened with lust at you wanton pleas, the sound of your voice like a siren's call. He could feel the heat of his body, the way you arched and pressed against him, seeking more of his touch.

With a low, possessive growl, Sunghoon captured your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep into your mouth to claim every inch of the warm, wet cavern. He could taste the desperation on your tongue, the way it tangled with his own in a dance of passion.

His hands slid down, fingers sinking into the soft, pliant flesh of your ass. He squeezed the firm glutes, kneading and massaging the supple skin as he ground his own hips against yours.

“I'm going to fuck you so hard..” Sunghoon growled against your skin, his voice rough with desire. ”I'm going to fill this tight little ass with my big, thick cock until you're screaming my name.”

He punctuated his words with a sharp thrust of his hips, the hard ridge of his erection pressing against your fluttering hole through the fabric of his jeans.

“Tell me how badly you want it, baby.” he demanded, his fingers squeezing your ass harder. “Beg for my cock like the needy lil whore you are.”

“You fucking bastard...” you breathed out, your deep yet high-pitched voice a husky, needy whimper. Your cheeks became redder than they already were.

“I’m not listening to you.” he said.

You loved but hated begging for him, wanting to have him. “I need your big, thick cock inside... Fucking me, stretching me, claiming me... Using me..”

He wanted a show? He was going to get it.

“Fuck me...” you begged, your dark eyes pleading and filled with lust. “Fuck me hard and deep, like the little whore I am for you.. use me until I'm screaming your name... Until I can't walk straight... Until your cock is the only thing I can think about...”

You arched that beautiful body, pressing your smooth skin against Sunghoon's muscular frame. The heat of both bodies melded together, the air between you both thick with tension and desire.

Sunghoon's eyes flashed with primal hunger at your desperate pleas, the sight of you writhing beneath him, begging so sweetly for his cock, driving him wild with lust.

With a feral growl, he captured your mouth in a brutal yet careful dominating kiss, his tongue plundering the warm, wet cavern as he ground his hips hard against yours.

His hands made quick work of the rest of the clothes, practically tearing the flimsy fabric from your body in his haste to expose every inch of your smooth skin to his ravenous gaze.

Sunghoon drank in the sight of your lithe, toned form, his eyes roaming over the defined lines of your muscles, the delicate curve of your spine, the tantalizing globes of your ass.

From one moment to the next he abruptly separated from the kiss and sat back on his knees, his chest heaving with anticipation as he quickly shed his own clothes, revealing his muscular torso, the hard planes and ridges of his abdomen clenching and flexing with each ragged breath.

His cock sprang free, long, thick and hard, the swollen head already leaking pre-cum, the thick shaft pulsing with the need to be buried inside your tight heat.

Sunghoon gripped your thighs, pushing them back and apart to expose your dripping, fluttering hole to his hungry gaze.

“Fuck, why do you have to be so hot..” he leaned down, his tongue delving between the firm cheeks to lap at the sensitive skin, teasing and tasting, before focusing his attention on the tight bud at the center.

He circled the rim with the tip of his tongue, feeling it clench and flutter against the slick muscle, before pointing his tongue and pushing inside, plunging deep into the hot, silken passage.

You let out a sharp cry, your back arching off the bed as Sunghoon's tongue pushed deep inside you, the slick muscle plunging in and out, fucking your ass with long, deep strokes.

Sunghoon could taste your arousal, the musky, slightly bitter flavor of your essence exploding on his tongue, spurring him on to fuck you harder, deeper, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs as he held them open for his hungry mouth.

You clenched your teeth, biting down hard on your plump lower lip as you tried desperately to stifle the wanton moans that threatened to spill from your mouth. Sunghoon's name slipped out from between your teeth, a breathless, needy whimper.

"S-sun!"

Your back arched sharply off the bed, pressing your body harder against Sunghoon frame. You could feel every inch of his hard hands against your own softer thighs, the contrast sending electric sparks of pleasure racing through your veins.

You tangled your fingers in Sunghoon's dark hair, your short nails scraping against his scalp as you held him tight against you. Your hips bucked and writhed beneath him, seeking more of that incredible sensation, more of Sunghoon's skilled tongue delving deep into your most intimate place.

You could feel the heat building between your thighs, the ache of arousal pulsing through your core. Your cock throbbed and jerked the [s/c] shaft slick with pre-cum, the reddened tip an angry, desperate shade of crimson.

The muscles of your ass clenched and fluttered around Sunghoon's plundering tongue, trying to draw him deeper, to hold him inside you.

Sunghoon could feel your body trembling beneath him, the needy whimpers and breathless moans music to his ears. The way you arched and bucked against him, desperate for more of his touch, only fueled the fire raging inside him.

With a final, hard thrust of his tongue, Sunghoon pulled back, his lips and chin glistening with your arousal. He licked his lips, savoring the taste, before surging up to capture your mouth in a searing kiss.

He could feel you gasping against his lips, your breath coming in short, sharp pants as you panted for air.

Sunghoon reached for the lube on the nightstand, slicking his fingers generously before pressing one long digit against your fluttering hole. He could feel the way it clenched and tightened, trying to keep him out, before he pushed forward, sinking knuckle-deep into the tight, silken heat.

You cried out, head thrashing against the pillow as Sunghoon began to pump his finger in and out, stretching you open, preparing you for his cock.

Sunghoon added a second finger, then a third, scissoring and twisting them, rubbing against that special spot deep inside that made you see stars.

As he fingered you, Sunghoon used his other hand to stroke and caress your body, his calloused palm rough against your smooth skin. You were so beautiful, even if you were just his source of income and relief from stress.

He tweaked and pinched your nipples, rolling the sensitive buds between his fingers until your body was writhing beneath him, your cock was leaking a steady stream of pre-cum onto your stomach. Needy.

Sunghoon could feel his own cock throbbing, the thick shaft hard and heavy against your thigh.

The urge to bury himself inside your tight heat was overwhelming, just imagining the way that big ass would be swallowing his cock like a pro, the way your moans would sound even better, the idea of ruining you for anyone else was driving him crazy.

But he wanted to make sure you were ready, wanted to feel you begging for his cock like the desperate little slut you were.

“Tell me how badly you need it, baby.” he growled, his voice rough and low with lust. “Tell me how much you want this big, thick cock stretching this tight little ass. Beg for me to fuck you hard and deep until you can't walk straight.”

“Fuck, you're so tight.” he grunted, his fingers digging into the firm globes of your ass as he began to move, his hips rolling in a deep, steady rhythm. “So fucking tight and perfect, like this little ass was made just for my cock.”

Sunghoon set a hard, relentless pace, pounding into you with long, deep strokes that had the headboard slamming against the wall. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with the crude, filthy words falling from Sunghoon's lips as he fucked into you with wild abandon.

You throw your head back, your long lashes fluttering as you feel Sunghoon's thick cock stretching you open, filling you so deeply and completely.

A low, wanton moan escapes your lips as you arch your back, pressing your waist up to meet his powerful thrusts.

“You can take it, fagg.” Sunghoon snarled, his voice harsh and rough with lust. “Take my fucking cock like the needy whore you are. This is what you wanted, isn't it? To be split open on my big, thick dick until you can't fucking think straight?”

It was very clear that you can feel every ridge and vein of his thick cock as it stretches you wide, claiming you, ruining you for anyone else.

You own [s/c], red-tipped shaft throbs against your stomach, leaking pre-cum with each roll of Sunghoon's hips. The musky scent of our coupling fills the air, mingling with the rich, masculine aroma of Sunghoon skin.

"Nhg! Sunghoon!~" you gasp out as you heard your voice breaking on a sob of pleasure. “Oh god! Yes... fuck me, honey. Fuck me harder!”

Your fingers scrabble at his muscular back, blunt nails digging into the sweat-slick skin as you try to pull him closer, to bury him even deeper inside your aching, greedy hole. The feeling of him moving inside you is indescribable, his hard, heavy shaft stroking along your inner walls with every deep, pounding thrust.

He could feel your body trembling beneath him, your toned muscles quivering and clenching with every powerful thrust of his hips. Sunghoon leaned down, his teeth sinking into the smooth, [s/c] of your neck, marking it, claiming it as his own.

“You're mine.” he growled, his hips never faltering in their relentless rhythm. “All mine, now and forever. I'm going to fuck you so hard, so deep, that you'll never forget who you are.”

But even for you, it wasn't enough, words were no longer enough, you needed more, you wanted to end up with your head full of him, you wanted to feel him as much as your own body could let you.

“More...” you whimper, your [e/c] eyes glazed over with lust as you gaze up at him. “Please baby, I need more. Fuck me harder, fuck me deeper. I want to feel you in my throat, in my belly, in my fucking soul!”

Your body undulates beneath him, hips rolling and bucking to meet his thrusts, your firm ass jiggling with each impact of his hips against your thighs.

You're lost in the sensation of being so thoroughly claimed, so completely owned by him, for someone you thought would never have anything with you—even if it was just sex.

In this moment, there is nothing but him, nothing but the feel of his cock inside you, nothing but the need for him to fuck you forever. Rough, tough.

Sunghoon was impressed, letting out a sly smile followed by a low laugh upon hearing your desperate, wanton cries. The way you begged for more, pleaded for him to fuck you even harder and deeper, only inflamed his own desire.

With a feral growl, he hooked his arms under your knees, pushing them back towards your chest and almost bending them in half as he loomed over them, his muscular torso glistening with sweat.

“Fuck, I love it when you talk dirty,” Sunghoon rasped, his voice a dark, seductive rumble. “Such a filthy mouth on my sweet boy.”

Sunghoon pistoned his hips forward with brutal force, the thick head of his cock slamming into that special spot deep inside you with every thrust. His grunts and moans were part of the orchestra you both had inside the room, in front of the camera, his heavy balls slapping lewdly against your ass.

The new angle allowed him to sink even deeper inside you, the thick head of his cock kissing your inside with every powerful thrust. You could feel the heavy bulge of it stretching your belly, a lewd reminder of just how thoroughly you were being claimed.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!” you cried out, your voice breaking on a high-pitched moan. The intense pleasure was overwhelming, unlike anything you had ever felt before.

You gazed up at him with hazy, lust-drunk eyes, taking in the sight of his handsome face contorted in pleasure above you. Beads of sweat dripped down his brow, his dark hair disheveled and falling into his eyes. The sight of him losing himself in the passion, consumed by his desire for you, only heightened your own arousal.

“Tsk, such a cock-sucker whore.” Sunghoon snarled, his fingers sinking into the firm ass hard enough to leave bruises. “Fucking take my cock like you were made for it. This is what you needed, isn't it? To be split open on my big, fucking dick until you can't fucking think straight?”

Your hands flew to his biceps, gripping the firm, muscular flesh as you dug your nails into his skin. The feel of him, all hard planes and ridges, was intoxicating. You could have spent hours exploring every inch of his powerful frame, mapping out the contours of his body with your fingertips.

But in that moment, all you could focus on was the way his thick cock was pounding into you, striking that perfect spot deep inside that made stars explode behind your eyelids.

“You're mine.” Sunghoon growled possessively against you, his hips never faltering in their brutal rhythm. “All fucking mine. I'm going to ruin this ass, fucking destroy it until the only thing you can think about is my cock splitting you open.”

He could feel your own cock throbbing and jerking against both stomachs, leaking pre-cum with every thrust. Sunghoon reached down, his calloused palm wrapping around the slick, [s/c] shaft, stroking it in time with his hips. He wanted to feel you come undone, wanted to watch your face as you lost yourself to the pleasure.

He was destroying you in the best way.

“Don't stop!” you whimpered, your voice a needy, breathless plea. “D-don't stop! Fuck you.. fucking me so good... Fill me up with your fucking seed!”

His eyes opened wide, untamed light as he drank in the exquisite sight of you, your body glistening with sweat, markings he left in previous sessions, your face a mask of pure, unadulterated ecstasy.

Who'd have thought you were a bag of semen.

“Milk my fucking cock with this greedy ass. Scream for me, let everyone know who you belong to, bitch.”

He pistoned his hips with such speed and force, the thick head of his shaft slamming into your abused prostate with brutal precision. Sunghoon could feel the way your body clenched and fluttered around him, the slick walls gripping his cock like a velvet vice as he fucked into you with fierceness.

He could feel his release fast approaching, his heavy balls drawing up tight against his body as the pressure built to a crescendo. He wanted to fill you up, to pump you full of his hot, thick seed until it was dripping out of that well-fucked hole.

A choked sob tearing from your throat as the pleasure crests and breaks over you like a tidal wave. Sunghoon's fingers around your cock, stroking in tight, furious circles, are your undoing. You try so hard to hold on, to wait for him, but the sensation is too intense, too overwhelming.

It was a matter of seconds before you started to feel a tickling sensation in your lower belly, your phallus and tip were throbbing as you tried to move to his rhythm.

“N-ngh! S-sun!” you cry out, your angel voice cracking and breaking as you teeter on the brink. “I... I can't... Ngh-ah!~”

Your cock jerks and pulses in his grip, the sensitive skin flushed a deep, aching red. You feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter in your core, your stomach tightened as you tried to holding back. But it's no use.

With a silent scream, I shatter, my release crashing through me like a tsunami, creamy ropes of cum erupt from your cock. You paint your stomach and chest with your release, the hot, sticky fluid splattering your collarbone and jaw.

The sight of you coming undone beneath him, your body convulsing and shaking with the force of your climax, pushed Sunghoon over the edge.

You felt like you were in fucking heaven, finally freed from a pleasurable hell and still having him inside you, seeking his own pleasure after leaving you so fucked.

Tears stream down your face, your long lashes fluttering as you gaze Sunghoon with glassy, adoring eyes. You're utterly wrecked by the force of your orgasm. In this moment, you belong to him—you always were, body, mind and soul.

“Fuck, [...]!” he bellowed, his voice echoing off the walls. “I'm going to pump you so full of my cum, you'll be fucking dripping for days!”

With one final, brutal thrust, Sunghoon buried himself to the hilt inside your spasming heat. His cock jerked and throbbed as he found his release, thick ropes of hot, sticky seed erupting from his shaft. He pumped you full, his heavy balls emptying their heavy load deep inside.

You were wanting to recover, wanting to take a breath even if it was a bit difficult because of the position, however Sunghoon quickl—almost needily, moved away from you so that your legs could fall onto the bed.

As soon as your thighs met the cold blanket, he collapsed against you, pinning you to the bed with his muscular weight as he rutted into you, grinding his pelvis against your ass as he rode out the aftershocks of his intense orgasm. Sunghoon chest heaved with each ragged, panting breath, sweat dripping from his brow onto your tear-streaked cheeks.

Slowly, he lifted his head to gaze down at you, his intense dark eyes filled with a mixture of deep satisfaction and raw, possessive love. He brushed away your tears with his thumbs, his touch surprisingly gentle for a man of his size and strength.

“Look at you,” Sunghoon murmured, his voice a low, rough rasp. A small sigh of laughter left his lips, as a kiss was placed on your forehead. “Same time tomorrow, darling?”

You simply nodded after no longer feeling his warmth, instead, he stood up and walked quickly to turn off his camera. “You know? I should start paying you more. You're the only one my followers love to watch me fuck.”

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[cugzarui]

initial worldbuilding

alternate history where humans went a bit more overboard with fossil fuels (and started with them a lot earlier) and global warming covered the world in oceans. society divided into three main categories:

landlobers: clinging to life on the few small islands that are left. even if they figured out fossil fuels were the problem they decided the world is already fucked so might as well keep using them. the technology of this group varies wildly from wild savages using sticks and stones to a technologically advanced society with like androids and stuff. the only limitation for them is they dont have enough land to develop too big or too quickly. plus the weathers kinda awful which makes things difficult. oh and the sea peoples

the sea peoples (pirates): most people couldnt evacuate to the islands but some managed to survive on boats. the islands eventually stopped accepting refugees and even started violently expelling them as there just wasnt enough land to support everyone. as a consequence, the sea peoples became much better at surviving on the water. and, at stealing from the landlubbers. eventually they became pretty self sustaining and don't really need to steal so much anymore but they still have animosity to the landlubbers over past grievances and so harass and steal from them as a way of life. there are also a few things they legitimately cant make on their own since they live on the ocean surface. specifically, metal. which requires mining ores to manufacture.

the sea peoples have a much more consistent level of technology; both because they need to maintain a minimum level of tech for their lifestyle, and because they have access to all the islands and their technology (though unreliable access).

mermaids/sirens/etc: some humans survived through rapid mutation and evolution, becoming semi-aquatic. these people had a rough road and barely survived, but now they are by far the largest group and are a major threat to the sea peoples. some were also genetically engineered by the more advanced islands.

these people generally become more like animals in their way of life as human technology doesnt work well underwater, and is difficult to make there. they do have impressive natural abilities though, including sonar, the ability to hold their breath for an hour at a time, excellent swimming, the ability to swim while sleeping, the ability to sleep with one hemisphere at a time and sleep for only four hours a night, resistance to cold, resistance to pressure changes, tough smooth skin (except the palms which are incredibly rough even when wet, giving them great grip underwater), and more. they do still need to go on land to breed and raise their young, and this is where the landlubbers get control over them.

the three groups eventually reached a sort of peace with each other. an uneasy peace with frequent bloodshed but peace nonetheless. pirates get to dock at land once in a while, maybe even move in and start a family (the landlubbers dont exactly have big genepools). the mermaids get to spend time on land to raise their young while being almost revered by the locals. the landlubbers get to enforce some demands on the pirates and mermaids. and pirates arnt mauled by mermaids whenever they fall overboard. oh and mermaids arnt hunted for sport by pirates (mostly).

There are certain very specific, unsustainable periods of history.

The Golden Age of Piracy lasted from the 1650s to the 1730s, and was really three different waves of piracy that all had their own specific causes and characters. My personal favorite has always been the post-Spanish Succession period, when a bunch of sailors and privateers were left unemployed and turned en masse to piracy since those were the skills they'd picked up during the war. This supply of pirates was obviously non-renewable.

The Wild West lasted between 1865 and 1895, depending on who you ask, not even a full human lifetime. It's a very narrow band of time, and of course it wasn't sustainable, there was only so much land to colonize.

There are lots of these times of change, conquest, colonization, and war, particularly in the last three hundred years. I always think they're interesting, mostly in how quickly the course of history moves on to some other relatively more steady state.

There's a thing that speculative fiction does where it stretches specific periods out to extremes, most notably with Medieval Stasis, but I think it's far funnier when applied to these tiny slices of history that have ballooned in the public consciousness. Either it takes heroic feats of worldbuilding to make it make sense, or everyone is just sort of okay with the idea of a Golden Age of Piracy that's implied to have lasted for a millennia.

[kaidasdesires]

“Your Eyes Only.” : Sunghoon

☾ grouping: Sunghoon x afab reader

☾ rating: 18+, explicit content

☾ wc: 8.9k

☾ content warnings: blood, light blood play, biting, hickies, oral fixation, explicit sex, oral sex giving and receiving, riding, y/n on top, lots of making out, fainting, yelling, jungwon gets angry, ni-ki subplot, jungwon subplot

☾ summary: Y/n feels bad that Sunghoon is at the dance studio by himself and brings him dinner. Sunghoon shows her the choreography he’s working on and can’t stop thinking about what she might taste like.

Or, Sunghoon is a vampire and shows y/n what it feels like to be bitten and how good his mouth is in more ways than one.

☾ author note: This story is fiction and does not reflect the personalities or desires of those it is written about. This story has some scenes that may be uncomfortable for some readers, read at your own discretion. This is chapter two in this series, please see my masterlist for other chapters!

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bzz bzz bzz. 

The insistent buzzing of your phone jolted you awake, its vibrations starkly contrasting to the peaceful slumber you'd been enjoying. Groaning, you blindly reached for the device, your hand fumbling across the cool surface of the bedside table until your fingers closed around its smooth edges. You brought the phone to your face, squinting at the bright screen through sleep-fogged eyes. An unfamiliar number glared back at you.

Fucking spam callers. You thought and with a sigh of resignation, you let your arm fall back onto the mattress, the phone landing beside you with a soft thud. You stared up at the ceiling, the darkness punctuated only by a thin sliver of light peeking through the black-out curtains.

Hold on. Oh my god. Heeseung’s room? It all came rushing back to you like a sudden splash of cold water. Everything that had happened the night before and how you had fallen asleep in the older boy's arms. Heeseung wasn’t with you now, though. You looked around the room. He wasn’t playing on his computer either. The keys of the keyboard slowly pulsating through the colors of the rainbow. 

You pulled the covers to your face, the soft fabric brushing against your nose. You wanted to remember the cedar smell of the night before, and sure enough, his blankets carried a similar scent. The smell sent a warm shiver through your body. However, you couldn’t help but feel a bit sad that he wasn’t here. You had no idea when he had left, and you had no memory of him slipping out of bed while you slept.

You lay there for a while, contemplating what to do next. You picked up your phone and scrolled through your notifications, none of which included a message from Heeseung. Truth be told you were just avoiding going out into the living room. You didn’t know if you were ready for the raised eyebrows and incessant questions from the other boys. They’d be able to tell why you had stayed the night, especially considering the clothes you were currently wearing didn’t belong to you. The thought brought another small pang of loneliness that Heeseung was gone. 

But it’s not like any time would be better than now, so you begrudgingly pulled your body out of the warm bed and took an extra minute to fold the sheets back and make sure it was made for Heeseung whenever he got home. You also grabbed the now empty water glasses to take to the dishwasher. You took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself once more, before pulling the door open. You stood there momentarily while you listened out into the apartment. It was quiet, the only thing you heard was the sound of the dehumidifier humming in the living room.

Then you slowly walked towards the living room before peeking around the corner and to your surprise, nobody was there. 

A wave of relief washed over you at the realization that the boys might have had a schedule today and that you didn’t have to try to explain yourself right now. You took the glasses to the sink, rolling your eyes when you saw how many dishes had been stacked up. Seriously, why can’t they clean up after themselves, you thought. Since it seemed as though nobody was here you decided to do what you had already done many times before and clean up around the dorm. 

You couldn’t help it as your mind wandered to last night as you rinsed the dishes before putting them in the dishwasher. You couldn’t help the thought’s of Heeseung’s soothing voice and the way he took you on the couch. You couldn’t help it when your mind wandered to the other boys, one by one as dirty scenarios and “what ifs” came tumbling over and over through your thoughts. This became especially prominent as you wandered through the dorm, picking up discarded clothes and throwing them into the hamper to be washed. Each boy's individual colognes sends new pulses of warmth and curiosity through you. Your mind was so active with these thoughts that time flew as you did other chores for them like sweeping and vacuuming the rugs. Eventually needing a break, you flopped onto the couch, laying back and resting for a minute. 

Apparently, you were still a bit tired; you knew it had been longer than you anticipated when you were woken up by the sound of not-so-quiet whispering. If that’s what you would really call it at this point. 

“She stayed the night?” you heard Jake from nearby. 

“What’s it to you?” A defensive response from Heeseung. 

“Everyone shut up and leave her be! She cleaned up after your nasty asses so just let it go.” Jay spoke from above you, scolding the other guys for their bickering. 

You felt your face heating up, the sudden attention on you a bit flustering. You decided to continue to lay there for a minute with your eyes closed, hoping that they would go away. Maybe they would go into their rooms and you could sneak out the door without them seeing you.  Out of the blue, a hand grazes across your forehead, pushing your tousled hair out of your face. You opened your eyes slowly expecting to see Jay or Heeseung. But instead, you were met by your best friend's gentle eyes. Nevermind about sneaking out.

“Won?” You said quietly, admiring the boy's deep brown eyes as he looked back at you. 

“Hi.” He responded with a slight smile. “You fell asleep here?” 

You sat up, scratching your head in embarrassment. “Heh, yeah, I guess so. I didn’t mean to.” You chuckled, embarrassment flushing your skin. 

Jungwon just nodded. “It’s okay, nobody minds! Are you feeling okay though? Oh, and you really don’t have to clean up after us, you know.” 

“I know.” You smiled back at him, “I don’t mind it. It makes me feel better knowing that you all are taken care of.” You never wanted the boys to take on any more stress than they were already dealing with. And you knew a clean home would help even if they didn’t want to admit it. 

He was quiet for a moment, his eyes made it obvious that he was thinking about something. The slight furrow to his brow is an easy giveaway. 

“Well, you’re more than welcome to stay for dinner and hang out if you want.” He said after a minute, slipping his hands into his pockets. 

“Oh? What are you guys having?” You asked, looking over to see if the head chef, Jay, was standing in the kitchen or not. He was, but he was just sitting at the table playing on his phone.

Jungwon chuckled uncomfortably as he rocked back on his heels, his hands still shoved into his pockets. “Uh, I don’t know yet.” 

You snorted and shook your head. They really wouldn’t make it without me huh? 

“Jay, do I need to go to the convenience store for anything?” You called out, turning at the waist and peeking over the back of the couch. 

Jay smiled and looked up from his phone to you. He thought for a moment before answering. “Yeah actually. I need some more vegetables. Coming with me?” 

You nodded, standing up from the couch. You definitely needed some fresh air after your mid-day nap. 

You quickly grabbed your cardigan and put on your shoes along with Jay before he followed you out the door. 

“Hey. Don’t forget.” He called out behind you, a mask in hand.

“Oh, thanks.” You responded, taking the black mask from him and looping the hoops over your ears. 

Jay put his mask on too, and pulled his hood over his head before leading the way to the store that you had stopped at last night to get snacks for Heeseung. 

The walk was quiet. Jay wasn’t much of a talker when it was just the two of you, but his presence was safe and comfortable. You could tell that he kept peeking behind his shoulder to make sure you were still caught up with him. You knew that if you needed something Jay would be there without question. You have always felt the safest with Jay, besides Jungwon of course. 

Once you got to the store, you helped him pick the vegetables, flipping them over in your hands to look for bruising and then you grabbed some soju for the boys to enjoy as well. You would always buy it for them because if they got caught buying soju on their own it could be a bit of a scandal. 

The walk back was quiet as well except for some idle chit-chat about the weather and the schedules they’d had today. Something about recording for their upcoming album and preparing for a world tour. You hated it when they went on tour, it definitely made things a lot lonelier, especially when Jungwon was in a different time zone and couldn’t text as much. 

When you got back to the dorm you helped Jay by prepping the vegetables as he cooked the meat for dinner. The smell of it cooking slowly brought the other boys out of their rooms. When Heeseung came out you couldn’t help but blush, he looked just as good as he had the night before. He smirked when he saw how red your face got but he left it at that. 

The boys gathered around the table and you popped open a bottle of soju for them. That quickly started the sound of laughing and bickering that you loved so much. 

Once you had finished up cooking and started to plate up the food you noticed that Sunghoon was missing. You turned to Jay who was washing the dishes he had just used and putting them away into the dishwasher. At least someone knows how to clean up after themselves, you thought. 

“Where is Sunghoon?” You asked him. 

“Oh, he’s at the dance studio. He had a solo schedule today so he missed out on dance practice after recording. So he’s there now.” He replied, drying his hands and then taking two plates from you over to the table. 

You frowned, looking down at the steaming bowl of japchae that you and Jay had just cooked. You didn’t love the idea of Sunghoon having to eat packaged snacks and ramen for dinner instead of a real meal. 

You started peeking around in the cabinets until you found what you were looking for - a bento box to put some of the japchae in. You spooned out a healthy portion and closed the box before putting it into a bag that you had gotten from the store. 

“I’m going to take dinner to Sunghoon, you guys can go ahead and eat!” You spoke up, grabbing the bag and quickly heading for the door before you met any resistance. 

Surprisingly, you were met with a chorus of nods and okay’s. The food must have been good enough for the guys to not try to come with you or give you a hard time about going by yourself. But that’s not shocking considering how good of a cook Jay is. 

After once again putting on your shoes and heading out the door you pulled out your phone to check the time. It was already getting kind of late but this meant that the company building should be relatively empty so you should be able to get in with ease. 

The walk to the company building was farther than to the convenience store or your apartment but it still wasn’t too bad. You could have taken the subway and gone one stop over but it probably would have taken you a similar amount of time and you enjoyed the cool evening air anyway. The hum of the city was peaceful for you. 

When you made it to the building you slipped in through the front door with ease. The security guard gave you a friendly smile having seen you enough that he knew that you weren’t a threat. Earlier in the day, the front desk workers or other staff would have been a lot more strict, likely shooing you off or giving you an unnecessarily hard time. But the night-time security guard was always willing to turn a blind eye to your presence and you appreciated him for that. 

When you got to the dance practice rooms, all of them had their lights turned off but one. You listened for a moment to the music as it leaked into the quiet hallway. You followed the sound and the light to the room and you slowly opened the door. Surely enough, Sunghoon was in here practicing by himself. You waited by the door as you watched Sunghoon dance, letting the door quietly click closed behind you. 

The song was slow and honestly a bit sensual. You couldn’t help but watch in awe as the former figure skater danced. His movements were smooth and clean, reminiscent of his time on the ice. 

When the music stopped, Sunghoon closed his eyes and ran his fingers through his hair. While some people may think he was frustrated you could tell he was just a bit tired. You took another step into the room before calling out to Sunghoon. 

“Hoon?” You called quietly, not wanting to startle him. 

He looked up in the mirror, a surprised look on his face when his eyes met yours in the reflection. 

“Y/n?” He said as he turned around and walked towards you, “What are you doing here?” 

He was damp with sweat, and you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander down his figure. He was wearing sweatpants and a tank top which was not something you often saw him wearing. He tended to be a bit more prude whenever you were in the house. His slender waist and toned arms were enunciated by the way his clothes stuck to him slightly and the shimmer of moisture on his skin. He raised an eyebrow when you didn’t respond right away, accidentally distracted by his looks. 

“Oh! I brought you dinner. We made japchae and I didn’t want you to be eating prepackaged snacks or ramen when we had good food at the dorm.” You explained, lifting the bag in your hand. 

Sunghoon smiled, his eyes turning into tiny crescents. “You didn’t have to y/n. But thank you.” 

“Of course!” You responded, leading the way over to the other side of the room as Sunghoon trailed behind you. There was a couch but you sat on the floor so that way you wouldn’t have to hold the bento box and could both just sit comfortably and eat with the floor as your table. 

“Are you staying to eat with me?” He asked as you sat down on the floor. 

“Is that okay? I packed enough for the two of us but if you’re really hungry I can just eat back at the dorm.” You replied as he sat down beside you. 

“No, please stay. I’d love your company.” Sunghoon smiled, his pointy canines greeting you. 

You pulled out the bento box, and to your surprise, there was still a bottle of soju in the bag. You swore you didn’t put that in there. 

Sunghoon's eyebrows quirked up in curiosity at the soju bottle. “Hmm.. trying to relive that night?” He said suddenly, his voice teasing. 

You felt your ears heat up at his question. What is he trying to insinuate? 

“I— I just, I think one of the boys put this in here.” You said, turning the bottle over a few times in your hand and dodging his question. Sunghoon took the bottle from you and took a peek at the flavor. 

“Strawberry.” He stated, twisting the cap open. “Wonder what it tastes like.” 

Sunghoon mumbled the second part and this confused you. Obviously the drink would taste like strawberry. Why would he ask something like that? It’s not like he’s never had strawberry flavored stuff before. 

You shook your head, brushing the thoughts away and dumbing it down to maybe you just misheard him. 

He took a drink of the soju, not even grimacing at the alcoholic aftertaste before he passed it over to you. He motioned for you to drink some too, before moving to open up the bento box and start eating. You hesitated, knowing that this was somewhat of an indirect kiss with him. Obviously you know this isn’t a big deal and a little bit silly to get flustered about, but you couldn’t help but think about what it would be like to actually kiss Sunghoon because of it. 

You took a drink of the soju too, the alcohol sending a slight burn down the back of your throat. It was good, sweet, and very easy to get down. 

“It’s sweet!” You said out loud, setting the bottle down in between the two of you. Sunghoon nodded in between bites and handed you a pair of chopsticks from the bag. You took them from him and quickly dug into the food in front of you. All that cleaning and cooking had worked up quite an appetite. 

“I bet you’re sweet too.” He said quietly, the look in his eyes unreadable, before he took another bite. 

You almost choked on your food, unable to interpret the meaning of his statement. You didn’t want to assume anything. He probably just meant my personality right? 

You didn’t know what to say back, so instead you both sat in a comfortable silence while you ate. Well, comfortable except for not being able to concentrate on anything except what Sunghoon had said and how good he looks right now. 

After a little bit, the soju was working its magic and easily heating up your system. It wasn’t too much, you were still perfectly in your right mind, it just helped relieve any awkwardness you might be feeling with the two of you being alone. Sunghoon’s cheeks were ever so slightly pink, but you weren't sure if it was from the soju or just from him having been dancing and hot. 

When you were both done eating, Sunghoon cleaned up the mess and threw it away in the trash can by the door. 

“There’s still like two more shots in here.” He said, motioning to the soju bottle that still sat on the floor as he came back from the trash can. 

“Let’s share then!” You replied, giving him a cute grin. Sunghoon looked at the bottle for a second, then back at you and you watched as a smirk appeared on his face. 

“Okay.” He said as he took one more sip from the bottle and then handed it to you. 

He watched you intently as you drank the last of the alcohol from the bottle. The way his eyes seemed to drink in the sight of you instead caused a slow tingle up your spine. 

When you put the bottle back down, Sunghoon was still staring at you and for a moment you couldn’t help but stare back. Time seemed to slow down as you admired his features. The way a few strands of black hair had fallen down onto his forehead brushing against his long eyelashes. The small constellation of moles on his cheek and the side of his nose, and the way his thick, well-defined eyebrows and chiseled jawline made him look so intense, in a good way of course.

“Sunghoon?” You asked quietly, his stare intimidating you a bit. “Is everything—,” Your question was abruptly cut off, swallowed by a surprised whimper when, as quick as lightning, Sunghoon was level with you and his lips were on yours. 

After a second, his lips parted from yours, and he pulled back slightly to gaze at your flushed face. The playful smirk remained etched on his features as he leaned in for another kiss.

He crawled forward, pushing your back into the bottom of the couch, causing you to fall back on your palms. 

Heat crept up your neck, staining your cheeks a deep crimson. It was almost as if he had plucked the desire to kiss him directly from your thoughts, leaving you breathless and yearning for more.

His hand reached up, tangled into the soft strands of your hair, and tugged causing you to gasp. Sunghoon took this opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. 

His sudden boldness caught you so off guard you couldn’t help but whine again, allowing his tongue to explore your mouth. You kissed him back, desire quickly sparking across your skin. 

But just as quickly as things had started, Sunghoon pulled away, leaving you a tiny bit desperate for more. You watched, a pang of disappointment washing over you as he leaned back, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. His smirk was now replaced by a look of smug satisfaction as if he knew the effect he had on you and reveled in it. 

“I told you, I wondered what it tastes like.” He replied nonchalantly before standing up. You looked up at him, your mouth slightly agape, still frozen in shock with your back up against the couch. 

“I’m going to do one more run-through of the song, you can watch and tell me what you think.” He said as he walked away from you and towards the speaker system across the room. 

What the fuck was that. You thought as you slowly picked yourself up off the ground and flopped onto the couch.

He meant, my lips? He wondered what my lips tasted like???? 

Your mind was racing, and your skin was hot. And a tiny part of you sulked, wondering why he had just stopped there and not kept going. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by the countdown before the song began, and you leaned back into the couch willing yourself to pay attention and focus instead of getting caught up on what had just happened. 

You watched Sunghoon in awe as he performed the song for you. At first, he just seemed to be in his own world, not focusing on anything but the dance. 

Brighter than the sun

That's just me

Monster, even if you call me

I don't even care

You begin to notice the lyrics of the song, and how for a moment when Sunghoon’s eyes catch yours in the mirror he looks a bit sad. You wonder why this song makes him seem like he’s thinking so much. There’s a short pause in the song before suddenly Sunghoon turns around and he faces you as he continues to dance. 

Dance for me forever

Look at me in the broken mirror

And tune it with the feet

This beautiful moment I don't stop

Woah, again, chaconne now

You were sure this wasn’t part of the choreography, especially with the way he was now staring you down. His eyes traveled up and down your body as you were sitting on the couch. 

His eyes?! 

Your breath hitched as you noticed Sunghoon's eyes, their usual dark brown replaced by a chilling crimson. The vibrant red held you captive, a mesmerizing shade of burgundy that seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly intensity. Despite the unsettling change in his eyes, the rest of Sunghoon's features remained unchanged. 

The melody of the song continued, weaving its way around you both. Each note resonated with the tension in the room, the rhythm mirroring the quickened pace of your own breathing. Fear mingled with curiosity, a potent cocktail of emotions that left you both frozen and fascinated.

Dance for mе, like you're drunk and fascinated by mе

I just wanna dance on, can't stop it

This is my world in the dark

Woah, again, chaconne now

The room suddenly spun around you as Sunghoon's strong arms lifted you effortlessly, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. In the blink of an eye, your back met the cool surface of the mirror. Sunghoon's body was a warm, solid presence against yours, caging you in gently but firmly. His breath ghosted across your ear, sending a tingle across the skin. 

The music thrummed through the air, a sensual backdrop to the moment's intimacy. The beat seemed to echo the rapid rhythm of your heart, pounding in your chest as Sunghoon's proximity ignited a fire within you. His closeness was intoxicating, the scent of his cologne mingling with the warmth of his skin, making you dizzy with desire. 

“Honestly Y/n… your lips make me wonder what the rest of you would taste like.” He whispered. 

“I– Sunghoon..,” was all you could manage before he started to kiss along your jawbone and down your neck. His kisses were soft, followed by a quick press of his teeth to your skin before he let out a low groan of desperation. He pulled back to look at you once more. 

“Am I overstepping?” He asked, a bit of worry in his crimson eyes. His jaw clenched as if he was holding back from devouring you all at once. 

“N-no. You’re not. I'm just surprised. I mean, I guess I'm not that surprised since Jungwon told me you all liked me but still.” You responded, placing a reassuring hand on his chest. 

“I'm surprised too, but more so that you haven’t figured out what I am yet.” He said, planting another quick kiss on your neck before leaning back again to look at you. “And, I think it’s important that you know before we continue.” 

You were quiet for a moment, all you felt like you had to go on was that he was particularly fast and his eyes were red. 

“I’m not sure.” You replied, a little embarrassed as you tried to flip through your memories of him but nothing stood out. 

Sunghoon gripped your waist and flipped you around pressing you forward into the mirror. You braced your hands against it, letting out a noise of surprise as the cool surface touched your chest. 

His body was flush against you and your mind raced back and forth between his beautiful red eyes and the way they seemed to hold you captive and the way you could feel he was turned on against you. 

“Let’s think about it shall we?” He said, breath hot against your neck and ear. “I’m faster than the average person, and my eyes are red. When’s the last time you’ve seen me outside in a short-sleeved t-shirt?” 

You quickly dug through this information trying to piece it together before realization hit you like a truck. 

Vampire?!

You looked up only to see him smiling in the mirror, his sharp canines making another appearance. 

Of course. His cute little fangs! How did I not guess sooner? 

��You’re a vampire?” You whispered, a bit surprised, a chill washing over you. 

“Good job princess,” Sunghoon replied, placing another kiss against your neck, your pulse seeming to draw him in. 

The pet name sends a shock wave directly to your abdomen. 

“So, what do you say?” Sunghoon asks with a smirk, his voice laced with need. “Will you let me taste you?” 

Your mind is fogged by lust, making it hard to process exactly what he’s saying. You don’t know much about vampires besides what movies and books have written. How do you know what is true? If he bites you will you turn into a vampire? Will he be able to stop? But again, Jungwon promised none of them would ever hurt you and you really just wanted to feel his lips on yours again. Logic and desire raged war in your mind, but ultimately you decided to trust your best friend's word and let your body lead. 

“Y-yes.” you answer him, your voice quiet, “Please.” 

Sunghoon groans again, hearing you say please. “It will only hurt for a second.” He whispers before reaching around you, grabbing your chin, and tilting your neck to one side to give him better access. 

Your heart starts to pound against your chest, adrenaline soaring through your veins. Your brain is like an alarm system as it warns you of danger yet your feet are traderious against it and keep you firmly planted in place. Fight or flight begs you to run but yet curiosity wins out. 

Sunghoon places one last kiss against your neck and wraps his other arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him. He looks into your eyes in the reflection and bares his teeth against your skin. The sight is incredibly arousing. Then he slowly bites down into the sensitive skin of your neck. You clench your fists and let out a pained whimper as his sharp canines tear through your skin. He squeezes you tight as if you reassure you as he pushes his teeth down. It does hurt, and for a moment you feel dizzy and lightheaded before the pain gives way to pleasure. You can feel Sunghoon sucking against your skin, his eyes closed as he indulges himself. You can’t help but moan as the feeling becomes hot and sends pulsing heat through your body straight to your core. You can feel Sunghoon smile as he continues to suck at your skin. He knows all too well what the effect of his bite is having on your body. You tremble in his tight grip as he drinks, a mix of the adrenaline and overwhelming desire setting your nerves alight. After another moment, he pulls away, you watch him in awe as blood trickles from the corner of his mouth. A thin line of blood seeps from the open wound on your neck. You only worry about that for a second before Sunghoon flips you back around. 

“Taste it.” He urges before abruptly kissing you again. His tongue finds its way into your mouth with ease. You tense up expecting to be grossed out by the coppery metal taste, but instead, you are surprised by a sweet aftertaste. Your blood tastes so good that you wonder briefly if drinking someone else's blood is even better. 

“I knew it would be sweet,” He purrs pressing his forehead against yours, seemingly overcome with ecstasy from drinking your blood. 

You lick your own lips, getting the last of the blood taste off of them. Then you reach your arms around the taller boy's neck, pulling him back down into a heated kiss. Sunghoon gives you control and allows you to lick into his mouth, your tongues clashing but not in a fight for dominance, but simply because neither of you can get enough of each other. 

You find yourself chasing after the sweet taste in his mouth, your mind hazing over with lust and desire. Sunghoon reaches behind your legs, lifting you before walking you over to the couch and setting you down, but your lips never leave one another. 

Sunghoon places a knee between your legs as he leans over you, your mouths still attached in a fury of kisses. You feel him shift to pull your cardigan from your shoulders, exposing your skin to the cool air of the dance studio. You unwrap your arms from his neck to let the cardigan fall off you and Sunghoon pulls it from behind you to place it to the side. 

“You know Princess,” Sunghoon says between kisses, “I could always get you off, right here, right now.” 

You can’t help but whine, the idea of him pleasuring you going straight to your core. You pull away from him and he can see the concern in your eyes. 

“But, the door. What if we get caught?” You reply, despite your overwhelming desire to have him, you don’t want to risk getting him in trouble. 

He just chuckles in response, disappearing only for a second to lock the door. 

Since when do these doors even have locks? 

Then in a matter of seconds, he’s by his phone and the speakers, putting the song on repeat before he’s right back in front of you. 

“There. Nobody can come in now, but they wouldn’t anyway with the music and lights on.” He gives you a reassuring smile. 

Sunghoon kisses your head before he moved down to kneel in front of you. 

“What are you–,” you start to say, trying to close your legs out of habit, but he places a firm hand on your thighs keeping them from closing. 

“I can't wait any longer,” He says before you can finish, “Let me taste more of you.” 

His fingers are sneaking their way up your thighs to the waistband of your leggings. You look down at Sunghoon and you can't help but blush at the way he’s looking at you with a feverish desperation to please. 

You lift your hips from the couch, allowing his slender fingers to pull your leggings down and he helps you out of them. Then he leans up and pulls your legs forward to the edge of the couch. You watch as he licks his lips and leans in to kiss along the inside of your thighs. You spread them apart for him, the alcohol in your system helping you push past the barrier of shyness. He moves up your legs slowly leaving hot kisses in his wake before he looks up at you through thick eyelashes and kisses against your panties. 

You moan, the image in front of you is erotic and only helps fuel your desire to let him please you. He licks against the fabric, causing a shock to race through your body. 

God, fuck. 

Your mind is racing with need, still high from being bitten by him. He kisses and licks a few times through the damp fabric before he slowly slips it to the side. He looks up at you once again giving you the chance to change your mind, before he leans in and licks a stripe from your heat all the way to your clit. 

You gasp, reaching to thread your fingers into his hair. He lets out a noise of contentment as your fingers tug gently against his scalp. Then he is circling his tongue around your clit, pulling whines and whimpers from your mouth with expertise. His hands come up to pull you closer by the back of your hips and you lift your legs to put them over his shoulders giving him better access to you. 

“Sunghoon, fuck,” you moan, as his tongue slides up and down your heat, and it seems like he's never had a meal in his life even though you just had dinner together. 

He continues to eat you out, tongue working like you’ve never felt before as he teases you closer and closer to coming undone. After a few minutes of this, one of his hands releases from behind you and you feel his fingers dragging up and down your slick as he sucks on your clit. He easily slides two fingers into you, and you drop your head back with a moan as his slender fingers pump slowly inside you. You can feel him smirk as he quickens the pace of his fingers before curling them against your walls. He quickly finds the spot he was searching for and his fingers work against it. 

“Oh– Hoon,” is all you can manage to get out as he begins to relentlessly hit that spot over and over again, his tongue still working slow circles on your clit. You can feel your abdomen tightening and you know you won't be able to last long like this. The feeling is overwhelming with the inclusion of his fingers. 

“I’m close…” you whisper out, a little bit embarrassed by how quickly he is going to get you to cum. Sunghoon only responds by speeding up his tongue. Your body begins to tremble as your release quickly approaches and you fist your fingers into his hair and push him deeper against you. He lets out a noise that sounds almost like a growl against your skin and the vibration sends you over the edge. 

You cum hard, your whole body shaking against Sunghoon’s mouth and fingers as he pushes you through your orgasm. You bite your lip to keep quiet despite the music being relatively loud.

After a minute, Sunghoon finally pulls away from you, his hair now messy. You watch him as he licks his lips and then wipes his mouth off on his arm.

“As I expected,” he muses, “you taste just as sweet here too.” 

“Stop it,” you whine, pushing his shoulder. His words make you shy. 

As you come down from your high, Sunghoon stands up and you can’t help but notice his length straining against his pants. This image sends another shock of lust and desire through your body. 

You slide off the couch onto your knees in front of him and you wrap your fingers around his waistband. 

“Let me help you with this.” You say, looking up at him with big eyes. 

“Whatever you want Princess.” He replies with a smile, reaching down to brush your hair back from your face. 

Honestly, you just want him to fuck you. But it's only fair to return the favor considering the way he just made you see stars the way no one else has before.

You pull the waistband of his pants and his boxers down in one swift movement and his cock springs free, slapping against the skin of his stomach. He grimaces at the sudden cold air against his skin. 

Sunghoon’s cock is slender but decent in length with a pretty pink tip. It’s truthfully as beautiful as he is. You can’t help but admire him. 

You grab his length gently before licking the tip and then quickly taking it into your mouth. 

“Fuck,” Sunghoon curses above you as he jolts unexpectedly into you causing you to almost gag. You don’t tease him knowing that he's already been waiting long enough for some attention and you slowly bob your mouth up and down his length. 

Sunghoon rests a hand in your hair as you take him in and out of your mouth. You use your hands to cover what you can’t reach with your mouth. 

“You’re so pretty like this.” Sunghoon praises you from above. His red eyes watch you closely as you sink down on his length. You whine around his cock at the praise and you sink further down. 

Sunghoon groans above you, his fingering tightening in your hair as he shallowly starts to thrust into your mouth. 

You look up at him as he does this, tears brimming your eyes as he thrusts further and further into your mouth. He continues like this for a minute, slowly fucking your mouth with his hand fisted in your hair before he pulls himself out of your mouth. 

“Come here.” He demands, turning around and pulls off his bottoms and his tank top before sitting on the couch. 

You can’t help but stare at Sunghoon now sitting naked in front of you, his hard length leaking precum as he pumps it a few times with one hand. 

This feels a bit unfair. You think, considering the fact that you still have your tank top and panties on. So you decide to slowly pull off your tank top, teasing Sunghoon with a little show. 

“Mmmm… princess.” Sunghoon coos, admiring your figure as you pull the tank top off of your breasts and over your head. You blush at the tone of his voice and the way his hungry eyes watch you carefully. Then you step out of your panties, letting him see you fully before approaching him. 

He reaches a hand out to you and when you take it he pulls you down into his lap, his other hand coming over to grasp the back of your neck and lead into another feverish make out session. 

His cock slides against your heat as you’re sitting in his lap, legs straddling him. 

Sunghoon breaks away from kissing your lips to kiss down your collarbones and towards your breasts. He starts to suck pretty bruises into your skin along that same path. 

“Hoon—,” you whine, the hickeys hurting and bringing small sparks of pleasure at the same time. “Want you.” 

“Take what you want then princess,” he purrs, “I’m all yours.”

His words overwhelm you, the implication of them too much to process when you’re consumed by lust. You wanted nothing more than for him to be inside you. 

You lean back a bit, reaching between your bodies to grasp his length. You lift yourself before slowly sinking down onto his cock. Your mouth falls open in a quiet moan as you let his cock fill you up. 

Sunghoon grasps your hips, his fingers pressing into your skin tightly as he feels your warmth surrounding his length. 

“Fuck—,” he curses, his eyes seemingly darker and hungry. 

His cock slides in and out of you easily, already wet from spit and your cum as you slowly lift up and down on his length. You brace yourself on his shoulders as you pick up your pace and Sunghoon supports you by holding tightly onto your hips. 

“Such a good girl,” He praises as you fuck yourself on his cock. “I didn’t know you wanted me this badly.” 

“Want.. all of you,” you reply, the second part a bit quieter. 

“Mmm, I know princess, and we all want you too.” He responds, leaning down to kiss your neck again, his tongue licking against where he had bitten you earlier. 

You moan, the feeling of his tongue on the sensitive spot causes a tightening in your stomach. You pick up your pace, riding his cock as quickly as your body would allow. 

This continues for a few minutes before Sunghoon suddenly tilts over and lays back on the couch like you would on a bed. The couch is cramped but big enough for you to have space for both knees on either side of him. You’re still straddling him but this position allows you to lean forward over him, so you do. You start to kiss his neck, leading Sunghoon to moan back into your ear. Who knew his neck was just as sensitive as yours? 

Sunghoon reaches back and grabs your ass, pushing you forward against him before he takes over and starts fucking into you. 

The feeling is incredible, the pace so much faster and harder since Sunghoon has taken control. Your legs shake at the pleasure, his cock perfectly hitting that sensitive spot again and again. 

“I’m going to make you cum so hard princess,” He pants out between breaths, his breath hot against your ear. 

“Please, please,” you whine, every thrust heating your body. The desire to come undone again taking over you. 

You feel Sunghoon’s teeth against your skin again, right where he had bitten you before. Hesitation only crosses your mind for a moment. You know how good it will feel after the pain is gone. Surely enough, Sunghoon’s teeth bare down into your skin once more. 

You cry out in pain, it hurts more this time since the place is already sensitive from the first time, but when Sunghoon starts to suck on the open wound the pain is quickly overridden by pure ecstasy. Sunghoon’s pace quickens and you’re so overwhelmed by pleasure that the world seems to spin around you. 

“Hoon, please–,” you gasp, his thrusts bringing moan after moan out of you. He doesn't respond, he’s too busy indulging himself, but you know he’s encouraging you by the way he maintains a quick and harsh pace. You’ve never cum without clitoral stimulation, but you’re about to from his bite and him hitting your gspot over and over again. 

You cry out when you tip over the edge, and Sunghoon sucks extra hard against his bite. Your body shakes and you’re cumming so hard that your vision starts to darken at the edges. Sunghoon fucks you through it, his thrusts becoming unsteady as you tighten around him. He groans, a string of praises coming from his mouth against your ear as he chases his orgasm. He pulls out when he cums, shooting white strings against your ass.

You nuzzle against his face, and he pets the back of your head. 

“Good girl princess,” he praises you, kissing you over and over again. You smile, a safe warmth taking over your body. Your eyes get heavy, and you feel lightheaded. 

“What do you mean she passed out Sunghoon?” you heard Jay’s voice. 

“I may have gotten a little carried away,” Sunghoon responded sheepishly. 

“You bit her?!” Jay asked, his voice raised. 

“Shh! Keep it down.” Sunghoon replied, his voice sharp. 

You started to wake up feeling a bit weak and disoriented. You felt your body being placed down on what you can only assume was the same couch you had fallen asleep on earlier. 

“She’ll be fine,” Sunghoon spoke up again. “I promise I took good care of her.” 

“If Jungwon finds out about this, you’re so dead Sunghoon,” Jay replied and you could hear him pacing around the room in front of you. 

You slowly open your eyes, and you can see Sunghoon standing above you, his arms crossed and Jay still pacing his fingers running through his hair. The latter seemed stressed about the circumstances. But you were fine, just tired. 

“Jay? Hoon?” you called out quietly. “I’m okay.” 

Jay turned around quickly and rushed over to you, kneeling beside the couch. 

“Thank god,” Jay replied, placing a hand on your forehead to see if you were too warm. “You should stay the night here y/n. You’re too weak to go home, it wouldn’t be safe.” 

You nodded in response, too tired to go home anyway. You looked at Sunghoon who was looking down at you smiling sweetly and you couldn’t help but smile back. He had made you feel so incredibly good. 

“What is going on?” you hear from across the room. It was Jungwon. You hear Jay curse above you, but it is so quiet that you’re confident that you were the only one who heard him. 

“Oh Jungwon,” Sunghoon replied, “Y/n wasn’t feeling well after eating so she’s going to stay the night here.” 

You didn’t understand why exactly Sunghoon was lying, but you didn’t have enough energy to speak up about it. 

Jay stood up as Jungwon came over, when he appeared in your view you smiled at him. He looked concerned, worried even. But as he looked over you, you watched as his eyes flicked to anger. 

“Get out.” He said suddenly, his eye contact never breaking from you. 

“Jungwon it’s fine, she’s—,” Jay spoke up, stepping forward, trying to reassure the younger boy. 

“I said GET OUT.” Jungwon interrupted him, voice tense and loud, and the lights in the room flickered. 

Jay cursed again and grabbed Sunghoon by the arm dragging him out of the room. 

The energy in the room was thick and you began to shiver a bit, suddenly a bit cold. 

Jungwon kneeled beside you, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked over you. His eyes caught on what you thought was your chest, but when you looked down you saw a stain of blood down your skin and onto your tank top. 

“Are you okay?” Jungwon spoke, his voice now tender as he continued to look over you. 

“I’m okay, Won, j-just tired and c-cold.” your voice shaking from shivering. 

Jungwon nods, his jaw clenching as he thinks. 

“I want you to sleep with me tonight,” he says suddenly. 

“Oh,” you stutter again, his request catching you off guard, “It’s okay, I’m j-just cold, I can sleep on the couch!” 

“No. I want you to sleep with me, it's… safer,” he replies, hesitating on the last part. 

“Jungwon? Y/n?” Another voice echos through the room and then suddenly Ni-ki comes into view. The younger boy looks over you and his eyebrows furrow the same way Jungwon’s did. 

Jungwon turns to the younger boy and whispers in his ear. Ni-ki nods and leans over to you. His arms easily slide up underneath you and pick you up. 

You’re shocked by the younger boy's strength but you don’t resist, still feeling disoriented and dizzy. Ni-ki takes you to the bathroom and sits you down on the countertop. 

“I’m just going to help clean you up.” He says quietly, walking over to the cabinet to get a washcloth and then running under warm water at the sink.

You can’t help but blush as the younger boy dabs the washcloth on your skin wiping away the dried blood. You’ve never been alone with Ni-ki and you’ve never been this close to him in a situation like this. He’s attractive as hell just like the rest of the boys and you find yourself admiring him up close. 

“Does it hurt?” Ni-ki interrupts your thoughts as he wipes closer to the actual bite. 

“Not really, just sore,” you respond, tilting your neck a bit to give him a better angle. 

Ni-ki stops wiping for a second and then he abruptly looks up, his dark eyes staring into yours. You feel your skin heat up at his intensity. 

“Y/n,” he starts, “Tell me if one of them ever gets too rough. Or if they hurt you…,” There’s a pause in his sentence as if he is thinking about whether or not he should be saying what he's saying before he continues, “I will protect you, y/n.” 

Ni-ki continues to wipe away the crusted blood, being incredibly gentle where Sunghoon bit you. You’re speechless at his comment, but you feel the passion behind his words so you nod. 

After a minute Jungwon comes in with some clothes of his. “Let’s get you into these okay? I’ll wash the clothes you’re wearing.” He says as he places his clothes next to you on the counter. 

“Do you need help?” Ni-ki asks, helping you down from the countertop. Your legs shake beneath you, but you hesitate, being way too shy to get undressed in front of the two younger boys. Ni-ki notices your hesitation and speaks again before you can respond.  “I’ll close my eyes, promise.” 

“I’ll wait for you in my room,” Jungwon replies, closing the door behind him and leaving you and Ni-ki alone. 

Ni-ki closes his eyes and holds out his hands for you to use him to balance. You slowly take off your dirty clothes, face warming up in shyness when you're exposed in front of the younger boy, but he keeps his eyes closed. 

You eye him carefully as you remove your panties, but he still keeps his eyes closed honoring his promise. That is until you get a little too distracted and stumble while trying to put on Jungwon’s sweatpants. 

Ni-ki moves quickly, his eyes shooting open as he catches you against his chest. You’re now face to face, his eyes staring deeply into yours as he keeps you standing upright. His hands are firmly on your waist as he keeps eye contact. Your faces are inches away, if anyone walked in they’d think you were about to kiss. 

He chuckles. “You’re cute when you’re blushing.” He releases his grip and closes his eyes again. 

You mumble out a shy thank you before pulling Jungwon’s sweatpants the rest of the way up. You give Ni-ki the okay to open his eyes and the younger boy helps you to Jungwon’s room. 

When you enter the room, Jungwon is in pajamas. He gets up and takes over for Ni-ki and helps you into his bed. 

Ni-ki smiles and says goodnight before closing the door behind him leaving you and Jungwon alone in his room. 

You sink into Jungwon’s bed, and the smell of your best friend on the sheets sends that warm comfortable feeling over you again. Jungwon lays beside you and he sighs. You look over at him and the tension is still in his jaw and eyebrows. You pull Jungwon’s arm up and roll over into his chest and you lay your head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat. 

“I’m okay, Won,” you whisper out, letting your free arm drape over his stomach. 

He relaxes underneath you, wraps his arms around you, and holds you tightly. You start to doze feeling warm and safe in your best friend's arms. 

“Don’t scare me like that again y/n,” He says quietly above you when he thinks you’ve drifted off to sleep, “I couldn’t handle it if I lost you.” 

You couldn’t understand why Jungwon was so worked up about this situation or why he was so angry at Sunghoon and Jay. Sure, you were a little sore and exhausted but otherwise you were fine. But right now you didn’t have the energy to worry about it and decided you’ll confront him about it later. 

You smile as sleep takes you captive. Today had been so good. You felt so loved and so taken care of. You couldn’t think about Sunghoon for too long otherwise you’d get worked up again so instead you let the love and compassion from your best friend fill your mind as you fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat. You hoped tomorrow would be even better than today. 

☾ authors note: Thank you for reading and being so patient with me! This chapter turned out to be a bit more graphic than I originally anticipated but its still quite tame compared to the later monsters in this series! I look forward to sharing the rest with you!

Chapter One

Chapter Three (coming soon)

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