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pinkboaclub · 3 months ago

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Sweet Thing

Summery: You and Harry are best friends, despite your 15 year age gap. One night, when your blind date goes wrong, he wants to make sure your night still ends in pleasure. {Older!Harry}

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: smut, age gap (15 years), mention of alcohol consumption, fem!reader

“Oh, what’s wrong, pretty girl?” Harry asked, his voice warm with concern as you trudged over to him from the bar, exhaustion written across your face.

The music in the background blared so loudly that it felt like it was vibrating through your bones, drowning out everything else. Every Friday night, Harry rented a private room at the local club for your group of friends to unwind, drink, and let loose.

You collapsed into his lap, resting your head against his shoulder, letting out a soft sigh.

“I’m just so tired…” you mumbled, your voice barely audible over the thumping bass.

He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer with a gentle smile. He knew how alcohol always made you sleepy and affectionate, especially after just a few drinks.

“Poor thing,” Harry teased, his lip sticking out in a mock pout. He was used to giving you the same spiel every Friday—how he knew even a little alcohol would knock you out.

“I wasn’t even planning on drinking tonight,” you giggled drunkenly. “But then Eve and Clara dragged me to the bar, and I had one drink… and then two… and then three…it really wasn’t my fault.”

Harry chuckled, shaking his head. “I’ll get you something to eat, at least. You need to balance out that alcohol.” He reached across the table to grab a small bowl of pretzels and nuts he had sent to the table the moment he saw you take your first shot, but the thought of eating made your stomach churn.

Despite the 15-year age gap between you—23 and Harry 38—you had always been close. You were just friends, of course, and had made sure to clarify that to everyone around you, but it didn’t stop people from speculating.

But could you blame them? You practically lived at his house, spent most of your free time together, and took care of each other like an old married couple.

You half-heartedly munched on a couple of pretzels, trying to settle your stomach. Just then, a waiter appeared with a glass of ice water, which you drank down in one go, the cold helping to ground you.

As your friends continued their chatter, some heading to the bar, others to the dance floor, you stayed in Harry’s lap, drifting in and out of sleep with your head tucked into his neck.

“We can head home if you want, bunny,” Harry murmured, his hand gently rubbing up and down your back.

“No, I’m okay,” you protested sleepily, keeping your eyes shut as you snuggled deeper into him. “Let’s stay for a bit.”

Eve, Clara, and a few others returned, laughing as they took their seats around the table.

“You’re the only person I’ve ever seen fall asleep in a club with barely any alcohol in their system,” Eve said with a teasing smile.

You managed a sleepy chuckle. “I can’t socialize without a little buzz,” you admitted, blinking your eyes open for the first time in a while as you sat up.

“As long as we get you on the dance floor later, I don’t mind,” Clara said with a wink, sipping on her margarita.

"Speaking of socializing," Eve began, eyeing you playfully, "Do you remember that guy we met at Jolie’s art exhibit? Elijah?" You nodded, though your memory of him was hazy.

"Well," she continued, "he kind of asked if I could set you two up on a date... but I told him I’d check with you first. It’s totally your call."

Maybe it was the alcohol, or just the idea of finally getting laid after months of dry spells, but before you could think it through, your words came tumbling out.

"Sure, why not? I think I remember him being cute. Is he nice?" You caught Harry’s gaze, his eyes narrowing slightly as his jaw clenched.

"He’s a friend of Jolie and me from University," Eve said, her voice light. "He was closer to Jolie, but he’s sweet. Really into art and music. I think you’ll like him." Eve’s tone was upbeat, though the surprise among the other girls was palpable. You'd been known to avoid dating for months, and yet here you were, agreeing to a date in the blink of an eye. Without hesitation, Eve texted Elijah to let him know you'd accepted.

The next hour passed in a blur of laughter and bad jokes that were 10 times funnier thanks to the alcohol coursing through your system. After a couple more drinks, you, Eve, and Clara decided to hit the dance floor again.

"You’re coming with me?" you asked Harry, slinging your arms around his neck and planting a kiss on his cheek.

"Not really feeling it," he bluntly replied. "But don’t let me stop you."

You pouted, leaning closer to him. "You can go home, if you’re done. We could go home together." Your lips kissed all over his face, guilt creeping in as your drunk brain wondered if you'd done something wrong.

"No, no, sweet thing, I’m good. Just haven’t had enough to drink to feel loose enough to show off my moves," he chuckled, planting a quick kiss on your head. "Go have fun."

With that, you strutted away, immediately getting lost in the rhythm of the music. You couldn’t help but notice each of you was drunkenly dancing to a different beat.

"Hey!! Elijah texted me back!" Eve shouted over the thumping music. "He wants to take you out tomorrow!"

"Sounds good!" you yelled back, not even pausing in your wild dancing. "Any time after five works for me!"

When your legs finally felt like they’d given all they could to the dance floor, the three of you retreated back to your private room.

"I can tell by your face that you’re getting tired again," Harry teased, his voice warm as he glanced over at you. You sat down next to him, leaning into his side. "Time to go home?"

You nodded, already feeling the weight of your headache catching up to you.

"Okay, let’s go, sweet thing." Harry helped you stand, offering you a smile.

As was the usual routine after a night out—one of you sober, the other tipsy—the sober one would drive the drunk one home. When you were both drunk, however, it became a game of scissor -paper-stone to see who’d get the front seat in the Uber.

He gently assisted you into his car, a sleek black Range Rover, securing your seatbelt as you leaned back, closing your eyes in quiet exhaustion.

When you arrived at his house, he was there again, unbuckling your seatbelt and guiding you to the door with steady care.

“I’ll grab you some water and Ibuprofen. Why don’t you head upstairs and get ready for bed?”

You nodded in gratitude, your body heavy with fatigue as you slowly made your way up the stairs. Once inside his room, you went straight to the dresser, where you always kept a few pairs of pajamas for nights like this.

In his bathroom, your extra face wash, moisturizer, and toothbrush were neatly arranged….maybe people weren’t wrong to wonder if there was something more going on between you two.

Your hangover symptoms the next morning are what woke you up, head pounding and nausea. You opened your eyes, seeing Harry sitting up next to you, reading his book, shirtless.

“What a beautiful site to wake up to.” You groggily joked.

Harry looked up from his book, a quiet laugh escaping his lips as he marked his place and set the book aside. His eyes softened as he noticed you, his hand gently your messy hair away from your face.

“How’s your head feeling?” he asked, his tone low and soothing.

You let out a groan in response, your mind scrambling for some semblance of clarity. Slowly, fragments of last night came rushing back. The dim, pulsing lights of the club. The laughter. The dancing. You winced at the ache in your feet, a silent reminder of how long you'd been on your feet. And then, a sudden, jarring memory surfaced—one that made your stomach churn in a different way.

“Wait… did I really agree to go on a date today?” You asked, barely believing it yourself.

Harry couldn’t help but chuckle, his fingers still gently massaging your scalp as he looked at you with a mixture of affection and amusement.

“You did,” he said, the hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

You groaned again, sinking deeper into the pillow, willing the world to stop spinning. “Jeez, I can’t even remember the last five minutes, let alone a date,” you muttered, half to yourself.

Harry’s chuckle turned into a laugh as he shifted closer to you, his thumb brushing lightly over your temple in a comforting rhythm.

"I think you’re going to be just fine," Harry teased, his voice still soft with affection. "But I’m not gonna lie... I am interested to see how this date goes. Since you've been avoiding dating for so long"

"Yeah, well, let’s just say I’m not expecting anything amazing," you sighed, stretching your arms above your head.

Later that day, you found yourself standing in front of your full-length mirror, nervously adjusting your outfit. You weren’t exactly thrilled about the date, but you didn’t want to look like you didn’t care either. You settled on a simple black dress—something that was easy but still flattering.

You took a deep breath. It wasn’t as if you had something better to do. You could always call Harry afterward to complain about how terrible it went.

You arrived at restaurant where Elijah had suggested you meet. It had that typical artsy vibe—exposed brick walls, vintage furniture, and food that probably cost more than it should have. As you walked in, you spotted Elijah immediately.

He looked up as you approached, a confident, almost smug smile spreading across his face. “Ah, you made it,” he said, standing to greet you.

"Of course," you replied, offering a smile.

"So, what do you like to do?" Elijah leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping lightly on the edge of the table, his gaze more smug than ever. "What’s your thing? What are you into?"

The question hung in the air, a little too casually thrown at you. You hesitated for a moment, then smiled politely. "Well, I enjoy a bit of everything. Not really an expert in anything, though. I like books, music… anything creative, really."

He waved a hand dismissively, clearly not too interested in your response. “That’s nice. But honestly, I think everyone has their own version of what ‘creativity’ means. I think it’s just one of those things that gets watered down by society’s need to put things in boxes.”

You nodded, trying not to laugh at how seriously he was taking his own thoughts. The guy was talking in circles, as if he had an actual dissertation on his mind.

At some point during the evening, you realized that Elijah wasn’t going to ask about you or show any real interest in anything about your life. He kept dropping vague hints about how "complicated" he was, how misunderstood artists like himself had to suffer for their brilliance, and how he was just waiting for the world to catch up with him.

The only thing that really seemed to get him talking was his apparent admiration for himself.

Eventually, the awkwardness started to wear off, and he invited you to his apartment. Not that you were expecting anything from it—but you hadn’t been with anyone in a while, and the loneliness was starting to hit.

The two of you ended up sitting on your couch, sipping wine, your conversation moving toward more personal topics. It felt... comfortable, even though you knew it wasn’t exactly what you'd been hoping for. Still, you found yourself kissing him a little while later, your mind racing with that familiar nervous excitement.

Things moved quickly, and before you knew it, you were in his arms, both of you tangled up in each other in the dimly lit space of your apartment.

Time passed—minutes, hours, it was hard to tell. Eventually, you found yourself at the door, your dress wrinkled and your head spinning.

"Stay. Please," Elijah urged, his eyes softening slightly as he leaned in closer. “We could talk more. I really want to see you again.”

You bit your lip, your thoughts muddled. But, remembering the hours of excruciating conversation, you knew you needed to leave. "I have work in the morning," you said, even though it wasn’t true. The lie slipped out before you could even think about it.

Elijah’s face fell slightly, but he nodded. "Well, I guess that’s alright. But next time… Let’s make sure we have more time."

You smiled softly, but your mind was already elsewhere, already home and away from him.

You stepped out into the cool night air, pulling your coat tightly around your shoulders, feeling that familiar sense of discomfort slowly sink in. The date had been a total bust, and you couldn’t help but feel the sting of regret.

At home, after a quick shower to wash off the lingering feelings of awkwardness, you picked up your phone and texted Harry, hoping that he’d be up for a late-night rant.

"Can I come over to vent? This date was so annoying."

You didn’t have to wait long before his reply popped up. "Of course, pretty girl."

And so, you drove over, already thinking about how you were going to explain all the cringey moments to Harry, secretly hoping he wouldn’t say, “I told you so."

“You look like you had a blast,” Harry remarked dryly, opening the door for you.

You suppressed the urge to launch into a full rant. “Oh, yeah, great time,” you replied with equal sarcasm.

You both collapsed onto the couch— you sprawled out, Harry sitting up beside you like you were about to start a therapy session. Without missing a beat, you let the floodgates open.

“He literally talked about himself the entire time,” you began, voice dripping with frustration. “He asked me what I like to do, and as soon as I told him, he started lecturing me on his ‘interpretation of creativity.’ And it didn’t stop. For the entire date.”

Harry grinned, clearly entertained, as you continued your rant, eyes narrowing as you remembered every detail.

“And every conversation has to be this deep, philosophical, soul-searching dive— like, ‘We’re just floating on a ball in space,’ you know? The kind of thing you'd hear from the most insufferable kid in a first year psych class.”

You huffed, running a hand through your hair as the memory played in your mind. “Do you want me to continue?” You looked up at Harry. “It gets a little…18+.”

Harry's jaw slightly clenched, but he let out a chuckle. “Oh really? His personality wasn’t enough of a red flag?” He teased you, you burst out into laughter.

“Okay, okay, you have no right to judge, we’re both victims of making bad decisions when we’re horny.” You joked.

“Mm, I don’t know, I would’ve left after the ‘We’re just floating on a ball in space’ comment.”

“First of all, he didn’t actually say that…..that was just his vibe.” You corrected, both of you continuing to laugh. “And second of all, I KNOW you still would have slept with him, especially if you hadn’t been with anyone in four months.” You reminded him.

“Oh would I? No amount of horniness would have even made me go back to that type of person’s house.”

“You’re a liar. “ you said, dying of laughter. “Do I have to remind you of that girl you slept with, the one who kept saying ‘actually’ in front of very compliment, that you hated? ‘You’re actually funny. You’re actually kind of cute. You’re actually smart. What was her name? Lily? Lucy?”

“It was Laura.” He sheepishly corrected you

“And if I remember correctly, it wasn’t just one night, even after she described your sex as ‘actually good’, so I don’t want any judgment from you.” He surrendered, and let you continue.

“I’ll spare you the intimate details…I’ll just say, I didn’t necessarily leave satisfied.”

“Did you finish?”

“He finished. I didn’t.”

“Y/N.” He titled his head towards you in disbelief.

You stayed silent, almost trying to hide a smile out of embarrassment. He shook his head in disapproval.

“This is why I don’t go on dates. All I got was a shitty dinner and I still haven’t had a non-self inflicted orgasm in 4 months.”

He held his arm out as an invitation to invite you closer to him. Accepting his invitation, you leaned against him, head resting on his shoulder.

“Did you go home and…help yourself?” He asked, rubbing your back in consolation.

“No! I went home, took a shower, and then came straight here!” He chuckled, pulling you into his lap, making you straddle him.

“You don’t have to end the night unsatisfied,” he teased, his voice low with a playful edge.

“You promised no judgment,” you laughed, giving his shoulder a gentle shove. His silence, paired with the look in his eyes, made it clear he wasn’t entirely joking.

“I’m just saying... there’s an easy fix,” he replied, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Both of you laughed, though the underlying seriousness in your tones couldn’t be ignored.

“An easy fix? Like what?” you asked, your voice dropping slightly, the flirtation slipping into your words.

“Well, let’s say you wanted to,” He guided you off his lap, sitting you next to him. “You could lay down right here.”

You lowered your back onto the couch, your heart pounding harder than ever.

“Is this okay?” He clarified. You nodded and he continued. “I could come up here, make you feel better.” He crawled up to your neck, laying kisses along your neck, down to your collarbone.

He kneeled down on the ground in front of the couch. His hand shifted down to the button of your pants, slowly unbuttoning them and lowering them down your leg.

“You're in control here. Anytime you want to stop or do something else, you let me know, I want to make you feel good.” Your chest quickly moved up and down and you hummed in acknowledgment.

He grabbed your leg, placing it on one of his shoulders, kissing the other leg until he got to your inner thigh. Before he could continue you grabbed the ends of your top, quickly pulling it off to reveal your bra. Harry gave you a cheeky smile before he continued.

He kissed the insides of your thighs, sucking the delicate skin until a string of tiny purple bruises dotted your thighs.

“Please, Harry.” You whined in an impatient tone.

His eyes shot up to your face. “What do you need, sweet thing?”

“Everything. Your tongue. Your fingers. Please…please Harry.” The eagerness that had been building up in you for the past four months started to come up all at once.

“You need to learn patience, baby.” He teased you, lightly grazing his lips along your inner thigh. Finally, he grabbed your underwear and helped you out of them.

He planted his lips over your clit, expertly curling his tongue around the swollen area and flicking until your hips bucked. His arms curled around your thighs, pulling you to him and splaying a hand over your stomach to keep your hips still. He flattened his tongue against your clit to give you the pressure that you desperately craved.

“You’re so beautiful, bunny. So wet. Is this all for me?”

You hastily nodded, unable to speak.

Your hand tugged hard on his hair as his tongue worked delicately hard across your clit. Harry took one last look at your flushed face before moving his fingers at a punishing pace, driving you closer and closer to the edge. He could tell that you were holding back a bit, since you two had been friends for a while, yet this was your first interaction past a simple cuddle. He lifted his mouth from you.

“It’s alright, sweet thing. I got you, I want to make you feel good.”

He went back to pleasuring you, his ability to make you feel this good felt so natural. You focused on him, trying to push any nerves to the back of your head. His hand that rested on your stomach grabbed your hand, wrapping his fingers around your hand, giving you a gentle, reassuring squeeze.

A shudder rippled through your body and a deep moan erupted from your throat as you came around his fingers. Harry focused on you, helping you ride out your orgasm.

He climbed back up to you, sweeping your hair from your face and kissing your forehead, your nose, and your cheeks. “It’s okay, sweet baby.” He cood, your eyes stayed closed as you catched your breath.

You mindlessly pulled him closer to you, hiding your face in his neck, needing immediate aftercare after your powerful orgasm.

“Wanna go upstairs…an-help you.” You breathlessly begged, kissing his neck and lowering your hand down his abdomen.

“Okay sweet thing, let’s go upstairs.”

[read part two here!] [read a prequel blurb here!]

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princesskaulitz · 6 months ago

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bill without makeup is my favorite look on him.

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obsessedwrhys · 8 months ago

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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ WILD CHILD

ᯓ★ Your emo best friend fucks you in the woods. Both characters are 18+!! MDI!! Smut, cunnilingus, p in v, virgin reader, unprotected sex, smoking (reader is inexperienced), degradation, reader is a preppy girl!! (First smut so its not perfect)

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You found yourself standing at the front of his house. Apparently it's been a while since you guys have hung out due to your busy lives, so you two agreed to make time and meet up today to catch up.

You knocked on the door a couple of times and it took a couple of seconds before somebody opens it. A smile made it to your face when you saw it was none other than your best friend.

He was still the same.

Same black hair.

Same jeans and tees.

But he's gotten more tattoos and piercings.

Regardless, his lack of change was comforting in a way.

"Hi" He said, pulling his headphones off and despite the distance between you both, you could still hear the faint loud music playing.

"Hey, how have you been?" You said, deciding to start some small talk while he closed the door behind him before walking alongside you.

He shrugs.

"I've been good, what about you?" He barely looks at you, his eyes glued to the ground.

"I'm getting by... so where are you taking me exactly?" You asked, intrigued from his text that he sent you the other night. How he promised to take you somewhere special.

"The woods"

The woods?

The way he answered so bluntly made you chuckle a bit.

"Are you planning to kill me? Hide my body in the woods so nobody will find me" You joked and it was enough to have the corner of his lips twitch into a smile.

"Maybe? Who knows..." He said.

After a few moments of walking, you guys made it to the woods but now you aren't sure where exactly this special place is considering how you guys are already walking past so many beautiful places. Especially the stream you saw just now. Suddenly the path became bumpy, overtaken by rocks and roots that it took all your focus not to trip on it.

"Take my hand" He said, offering you his hand with his back turned to you. Without hesitation, you took it, feeling the familiar warmth and roughness of his palm.

Eventually you two made it to the place. There were multiple blankets on the mattress placed on the ground, a mini portable stove, and a lantern placed just nearby. From how he decorated it, it looked awfully cozy.

"Welcome to my spot, no one in my family knows where this is so I can be alone. I also do my homework here sometimes and this is also the place where I nap" He said and sat atop of the blankets. His eyes focused on you as he watches you still standing there.

"Sounds relaxing" You commented, looking around a bit before joining him on the blanket.

The second you made yourself comfortable, he pulls out a packet of cigarettes and a lighter. You watch as he lights one up before inhaling it. It was when he sees you staring so much that he hands it to you.

"Here, try one. They aren’t that bad once you get used to them" He lifts it slightly to urge you on even more. You hesitated... before taking it from between his fingers.

You examine it almost like it's alien.

"How do you use this?" You asked and he couldn't help but smile a little at how lost you are.

To him it's like watching a baby take its first step.

"Just put it between your lips and suck on it. You aren’t swallowing or blowing it out your nose. You just wanna breathe the smoke in and out of your lungs" He instructed but despite his guidance, you were still confused.

You put it between your lips and tried to inhale the smoke but it seemed that the heavy smell overwhelmed you to the fact you ended up coughing. He laughs at you as he took the cigarette out from your hand.

"Wow you really suck at this" He said, his hand being quick to rub your back while you continued on coughing.

Right before putting out the cigarette, he took one last drag and then tossed it away. Your eyes were clearly red and so was your face burning.

Then you felt movement of him laying down, you looked to see him patting on the empty spot behind you, signalling you to lay down as well. And you did just that.

"There you go, more cozy" He said.

And he wasn't wrong.

You could feel your mind being at ease from being present at the moment. It's like all your responsibilities are gone.

"I could fall asleep like this..." You uttered and he turns to look at you.

"Then you should come here with me more..." From the thought itself, you couldn't help but laugh at his words.

"My mom would kill me. She doesn't even know I'm here right now"

"Well, maybe I’ll help you do things your mom would kill you over someday. How about I help you experience life more?" He smiled and you weren't sure but you had a feeling he was being flirty with you when he said that.

Or it could just be the tobacco getting to your head...

"When did you even learn how to smoke?" You turned to your side to face him and he mirrors you.

He shrugs.

"I don’t remember. It wasn’t that long after my first breakup though. I stole a pack of smokes from my mom, it felt good the first time so I kept doing it. I also do other things to calm down but this is just my preferred choice" He said and your brows narrowed a bit by the mention of his ex.

"The girl who cheated on you?"

"Yeah... I don't really wanna talk about her" He sighs.

"I understand" You replied and he stares at you, a mischievous glint showing in his eyes. One that has gotten you into too much trouble during your years of friendship.

"Do you have an ex?" He asks and you scoff in disbelief.

"I wish but my mom says I can't until I'm 30 or something"

"Sheesh..."

He stares at you, again with the same look but his lips are now curving into a smirk.

"So you never kissed a boy?" He asked and the forwardness of his question made you go quiet for a second.

"No" You answered.

You weren't sure if it was just you but you could feel the tension in the air grow thicker, making it harder to breath.

"Do you know how to?"

"Not really"

He chuckles, almost finding your innocence adorable.

"It’s not hard, I could teach you if you want" He offered that for a second you thought you were hearing things.

"You're messing with me right?"

"Nono I'm serious, it's completely up to you if you wanna learn. You don't wanna embarrass yourself in front of your future boyfriend right?"

The way he said it with a snarky look made it so tempting.

"I guess it wouldn't hurt to try"

You cleared your throat awkwardly when he moved himself closer to you. He looks at you, almost unbothered by all of this.

"How exactly do you kiss?" You asked and he thinks for a while.

"Eh... it's... better if I demonstrate it... you just do it like this" He places a hand on the back of your neck and you felt your chest flutter when he pressed his lips on yours.

It was so soft.

He kisses you almost in a gentle, yet passionate way. His piercing felt cold and tasted metallic against your lips. You felt your mind spin but the moment his teeth bit down on your bottom lip, you couldn't contain the sound you made from it. Your reaction causing him to grin as he kissed you longer before pulling away.

“Like that... did you get it?" He said but you were too busy registering what just happened.

Guilty enough, you really liked it.

Probably a little too much.

You slightly rubbed your thighs together, experiencing the same burning feeling you'd feel during those nights you had the house to yourself.

You were too caught up in your thoughts that you failed to notice the way he was staring at your thighs.

Fuck the sight alone made him excited.

"Are you... horny right now?" He asked, a cocky look on his face.

That's when you finally snapped back to thinking rationally.

Your mom would kill you if you did something like this!!

"Ah shit sorry—"

"No don't apologise. I'm also horny" He said, his voice getting quieter as he inches closer to kiss you on the lips again.

You couldn't help but whimper at how rough he was being with you. And he'd laugh, the sounds you were making just encouraging him even more. As the kiss progresses, he'd push you back a bit so that he was on top of you.

With your arms pinned above your head, his lips trailed down to kissing your neck, leaving bites and marks everywhere it landed on. The hardness of his teeth biting down on your skin made it harder to keep quiet.

You were embarrassed.

You never thought that your best friend would be pulling these noises out of you.

"Fuck... I want you so badly, do you want me too?" He asks, looking up at you as he nibbled on your shirt. His makeup making him appear undeniably irresistible.

The sight left you breathless that you could only respond by nodding to his question.

"Yes..."

He smiles hearing you allow him to continue.

"C'mon, let me get you out of your clothes. I'm gonna take good care of you, okay?" He grabs you firmly on the waist and you did as he told.

Carefully, he helped you strip off of your clothes until you were nearly naked. The bulge on his pants growing unmistakable just from looking at you.

"You're so pretty..." He'd mumble, pushing you back on the mattress.

Feeling like your heart's gonna explode, you watched as he trailed his fingers between your clothed folds.

You let out a soft moan, sensitive to his touch.

"You're already so wet for me..." He sighed, rubbing his now wet fingers together.

Growing impatient, he rolled your panties down your thighs until they were completely off. The sight of your pussy glistening made him swallow.

"I wanna taste you— can I?" He pleaded with his eyes begging for a yes and naturally you let him.

"Thank you" He'd say before kneeling down between your legs and lowering himself til he was face to face to the sensitive spot of your body.

You felt the warmth of his breath against you, sending a shiver of anticipation through your body. It feels like everything is happening so fast. You shut your eyes as you felt his hands grip on your thighs, gently spreading them wider to grant him better access.

"You've never had anyone eat you out right?" He asks almost dizzy from the moment alone.

"Never" You said and he moan softly at the thought of him being your first.

If anything it boosted his ego.

With agonizing slowness, his tongue slid along your folds, tracing the delicate contours. You arched your back, a soft moan escaping your lips as the sensations overwhelmed you. His lips sealed around your sensitive nub, sucking gently as his tongue danced across the bundle of nerves.

"Oh God!!" You screamed, your hands instinctively reaching for his hand.

He groans and the vibration on his tongue against your clit made you even more aroused.

The pace of his ministrations quickened, his tongue lapping and swirling that it had your hips bucked against his mouth, desperate for more. You were lost in the haze of ecstasy, your world narrowed down to the incredible sensations he was creating between your legs.

"F-Fuck— Feels so good" You cried.

His grip on your thighs tightened til his nails were digging in your skin, trying his best to hold you steady as he worked. The air was thick with the sounds of your shared gasps and moans. With how loud you were, it's a good thing he chose to bring you to the woods.

"Mm... you close?" He asked, the wet sounds beneath you making you draw closer to the edge.

"Mhm" You nodded with your eyes closed.

Suddenly his fingers dig into the soft flesh between your inner thighs, making you gasp. But before you could process it, his tongue swirled faster and the strokes growing more insistent as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. You felt the pressure building, a feeling thrumming through your body.

"I'm— I'm coming!!" You gasped, your chest rising and falling fast at the build up of your orgasm.

"Yesyesyes— let go for me baby" Your juices were now getting all over his chin and hand from his brutal pace but he loved it, he loved having himself coated in your scent.

You arched your back as your lips parted, you moaned and he moaned along with you, matching the volume of how good he was making you feel.

Your body convulsed with the intensity of the orgasm, wave after wave of blinding pleasure washing over you. But he didn't stop and continued his ministrations. Your vision whited out, the world shrinking down to just the two of you and the all-consuming bliss.

"Mmm..." He hums, lapping at every last drop he could get out of you.

When the aftershocks finally subsided, you lay there, boneless and spent, gazing down at your best friend who began taking off his shirt, revealing his defined chest and the ridges of his abdomen both covered entirely by tattoos. What fascinated you most was how he had his nipples pierced. Shamelessly, Your eyes then trailed down to the potent bulge of his arousal.

He palms himself once he catches you staring.

"You want this?" He teased, a smirk on his face. You look away feeling embarrassed at the position you're in.

"Why are you acting like you didn't just come from my tongue huh?" His fingers unbuttoning his jeans and pulling the zipper down antagonizingly slow.

Your pulse quickened, your breath catching in your throat by the time he finally stepped out of his jeans. His hand wrapped around his own shaft, his touch gentle as he stroked himself. The sight was mesmerizing, your gaze drawn to the rhythmic motion.

It was clear he was doing this to edge you on.

He wanted to hear you beg for him to put it in you.

"Ohhh fuck..." He groaned, running his other hand through his hair as he bucked his hips up to match the pace of his strokes.

It made you whimper.

"Please..." You blurted out the words without realising. He stops to look at you.

"Please what? Did I fuck you dumb now you can't speak properly?" He asks and you let out a shaky sigh at his harsh words, your excitement now growing more between your thighs.

"Please just... fuck me..." You uttered, wondering how you are able to face him after this.

He smiles seeing how shy you were getting...

He enjoyed the effects he was having on you.

"Anything for you..." He says, grabbing by your feet and pulling you down to him that you yelped at his strength.

He chuckles as he lines himself against you.

"I'm gonna be your first— you like that? You like getting fucked by your best friend?" He cooed, having the tip of his shaft circling and caressing your clit.

You shuddered at the delicious friction, another soft whimper escaping from your lips.

"Y-Yes" You moaned.

"Do you let all your friends use you or is it just me?" He whispers as he slowly pushed himself inside you, the thick head of his arousal stretching and filling you with a gentle pressure.

He groans, shoving his face into your shoulder and you couldn't control the erotic moans you were making.

"Answer me whore" He pants, his hands putting your legs over his shoulders to get a better angle.

"Just— you!!"" You sobbed pathetically as you fist the blankets underneath you.

The sensation was overwhelming, his girth and length stretching you in ways you'd never expected you could experience.

"Fucck— you're so tight," He cursed, his voice low and husky with pleasure.

"I'm going to make you feel so good, promise" He murmured.

As he bottomed out, his arousal buried deep within you, he paused, his chest heaving with exertion. The air was thick with tension, the only sound was the ragged breathing of the two of you, lost in the intensity of the moment.

Despite how badly he wanted to have you right now, he needed to make sure you weren't in any pain because that's the least that he wants right now. He leans down to kiss you but this time it's sweeter. You hum happily as you kissed him back.

Your hands were tugging at the wristbands that he still had on his wrists. He smiles looking down at the way you're playing with it.

"Adorable..." He purred, rubbing the side of his face against yours.

Just as he said that, he began moving his hips. His thrusts starting off slow but it was still enough to have you moan out of pleasure. The friction of his shaft rubbing against you made you lose your breath. You were sure you've lost any senses to think straight.

"Take off your bra... I wanna suck on your tits" He breathes out and in a swift movement, you unclasped your bra and threw it away.

Following his command like a puppet.

Without letting a second pass, he dips his head down, latching his mouth onto your perky nipple and sucking hard. You moan and pulled on his hair from how overwhelmed he was making you and your grip made him whimper. He swirls his tongue around the sensitive bud as he starts to pound into you relentlessly.

The obscene sounds of his cock sliding in and out of your dripping pussy mix with your loud moans and his own grunts of pleasure filled the woods.

"Mmm... yeeah— that's it, take my cock" He grunt almost animalistic.

His grip on your hips tightens as he picks up the pace, drilling his thick cock deep inside of you while letting out a guttural groan. At the same time he bites down lightly on your nipple, tugging at it before switching to the other one and giving it the same attention.

Everything was too much.

Too fucking much.

"I'm close...!" You whimpered and he could feel your walls start to flutter around his cock as he continues his relentless pace.

"Yeah? You want me to come inside you?" He cooed, slamming his hips against yours harder and faster.

You nod without hesitation, your brows furrowed from the intensity while your eyes are shut close.

One of his hands slides up your body to roughly grope at your breast, pinching and rolling your nipple between his fingers. You opened your eyes to see his makeup slightly smeared and his necklaces bouncing against his chest but that just made him look even hotter. You moaned when you felt that same pressure building again.

Your panting growing louder and your body twitching the second your orgasm rips through you. Your back arches and you let out a loud, shuddering moan, your whole body trembling beneath him. It felt like all of you were melting that for a second you swore you could see stars.

"Oh shit" He gasps, feeling the way your walls were clenching tightly around his throbbing cock.

With a few more desperate thrusts, he growls out as his cock pulses, shooting thick ropes of hot cum deep inside of your quivering pussy. His body loses strength that he ends up collapsing on top of you, panting heavily as the last of his orgasm subsides.

He hums as he buries his face into your hair. The two of you twitching uncontrollably and trying to catch your breaths.

He laid on top of you a couple of seconds before he pushes himself up, he rubs his nose, sniffing a bit as his eyes looked down to watch himself slowly pull his cock out, some of his cum already dripping out. You sigh at the absence of him inside you and he chuckles at your reaction.

"You did so good for your first time" He laid himself beside you and kissed you lovingly on the cheek.

"That felt... really weird... but in a good way..." You struggled to express yourself since your mind was still reliving what just happened.

He smiles.

"You know that makes us friends with benefits..." He scoots closer to you, engulfing you in his embrace.

"Meaning...?"

"You can call me anytime if you wanna do this again" He brushes your hair out of your sweaty face. You think over his words.

"Anytime?" You repeated and he nods.

There's a feeling that anytime might come sooner.

Shout out to @wveelr who convinced me to feed in to my addiction

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shmelessnights · 9 months ago

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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐀 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘. ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

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brownetry · 6 days ago

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June Never Ends

Pairing : han taesan x f! reader

Warning : drug addiction, emotional dependency, toxic relationship dynamics, self-harm, relapse themes, heavy angst, smut, trauma, co-dependency, blood, overdose (mentioned), psychological manipulation, mentions of violence, recovery themes.

The rehab centre reeked of peppermint and broken promises.

You stared at the pale green walls, tracing every crack like a map back to him.

Ten days clean. Ten long days. And yet your body still twitched at night, screaming for something—no, someone—it couldn’t have.

You weren’t stupid. You knew why you kept dreaming about his hands. Not because of the drugs. Not really. It was what came after—the high, the crash, the arms that held you through it. Taesan didn’t just sell poison. He sold warmth. He sold safety. In the cruellest, most fucked-up way, he became the only home you knew.

You never told anyone that.

They all thought he ruined you.

But you knew the truth.

He loved you. Just not the way normal people did.

You met him under a flickering neon sign behind a club you weren’t even old enough to be in. He looked like a sin wrapped in silk—rings on his fingers, smile lazy and sharp. When he spoke, it was slow, intoxicating, like every word had a drop of honey.

He didn’t pressure you.

He didn’t need to.

You were already falling before the drugs ever touched your tongue.

You sat in the garden behind the rehab building, legs tucked under you, hands trembling even though the weather wasn’t cold.

You could still taste him in the back of your throat.

And as if summoned by your sickness—

“Yo.”

Your head snapped up.

There he was.

Taesan.

Leaning against the fence like he belonged there, like you hadn’t spent the last ten days detoxing him out of your bloodstream.

He looked unfairly good. Hoodie slung over his sharp frame, silver chain glinting in the dull sun, jaw sharper than the last time you saw him.

“Shouldn’t be here,” you whispered.

He smirked. “You missed me.”

Your throat closed.

You did miss him. God, it hurt how much.

“You shouldn’t be here,” you repeated, louder this time.

“I brought something,” he said softly. “Not what you think.”

Your body betrayed you—heart leaping in false hope.

He saw it. Of course he did. He always noticed.

“No drugs,” he murmured. “Just… peach tea. Thought you’d want something that doesn’t taste like guilt.”

You stared at the bottle in his hand. Your favourite brand. Still cold.

He crouched next to you, holding it out.

“I shouldn’t take things from you.”

“Doesn’t mean you won’t.”

He was right.

You took it.

And when your fingers brushed his, something in your chest cracked.

You didn’t tell the counsellors he came.

You should’ve.

But you didn’t.

Because you didn’t want them to make him stop.

That night, he waited outside your window.

You opened it before he knocked.

“Creep,” you whispered.

His smirk curled. “You let the creep in, though.”

You sat on the edge of the window, knees up. He stood below, leaning against the wall like this was a routine.

“I shouldn’t talk to you,” you said.

“You always say that,” he replied. “Then you do.”

Silence.

Then you said the one thing you weren’t supposed to,

“I miss you.”

His eyes softened. Just a flicker.

“Come outside.”

You shouldn’t have.

But you did.

The parking lot was cold. He handed you a hoodie you knew wasn’t yours, but smelled like him.

Taesan lit a cigarette, then held it out.

You hesitated.

“No drugs,” he promised. “Just nicotine and poor life choices.”

You took it.

The first drag burned.

“Why are you here?” you asked.

“I wanted to see you.”

“Bullshit.”

He shrugged. “Alright. I needed to see you.”

There it was again.

That soft ache.

You looked at him under the pale moonlight and saw it—the exhaustion under his eyes, the way he kept clenching his jaw like he was trying to swallow something down.

“You’re not high,” you said.

He gave you a small smile. “Didn’t feel right.”

“You clean?”

He looked at you, dead-on. “As clean as you are.”

Your heart twisted.

Ten days. He’d gone ten days too.

“Why?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

He looked away. “Didn’t want to come back to you with blood in my eyes.”

You didn’t sleep that night.

You kept replaying the way his fingers brushed yours when he gave you the tea, the way his voice cracked when he said “needed.”

And when the night nurse checked your room, you were already sliding the hoodie over your shoulders again.

Sneaking out.

Like always.

He was waiting in the car.

Music low. Engine purring.

The moment you opened the door, he looked at you like a man dying of thirst.

“You really came,” he murmured.

You slid in. “Just for a drive.”

But you both knew it was a lie.

The road was empty, the city asleep.

He drove with one hand on the wheel, the other twitching like he was itching for something—your hand, a hit, you couldn’t tell.

“Didn’t think I’d see you again,” he said after a while.

You stayed silent.

“I thought I’d lost you,” he added.

You looked at him.

“I thought you left me.”

He pulled over abruptly, parking under a broken streetlight. The silence that followed was suffocating.

“I did leave,” you said softly. “Because I had to.”

“Yeah?” His voice cracked. “So why are you here now?”

You didn’t answer.

He turned to you. His eyes were red—not from drugs, but from holding back tears.

“You still love me?”

You couldn’t lie.

“I never stopped.”

His kiss tasted like ash and regret.

But you let him kiss you anyway.

Because love like this doesn’t come wrapped in bows.

It comes with scars, with poison, with shaking hands and whispered apologies.

It comes with relapse.

And right now, relapse looked a lot like Taesan pulling you onto his lap and holding you like he never wanted to let go again.

The next morning felt like a bruise.

Your body remembered his touch before your mind did.

When you opened your eyes, you were in his apartment—his bed, his air, his everything.

Same apartment you swore you’d never return to. The same sheets you once overdosed in.

Taesan was still asleep next to you, hand wrapped tight around your wrist. Like he thought you might vanish again.

You studied his face in the early light. The gentle slope of his nose. The way his lashes brushed his cheekbones. The tiny scar on his bottom lip from when someone tried to rob him and you begged him not to retaliate.

He didn’t listen.

He never listened. Except when it came to you.

Always you.

You slipped out of bed quietly, pacing barefoot on cold wooden floors. The ache behind your ribs had nothing to do with withdrawal this time. It was guilt.

You were supposed to be recovering.

Not crawling back into the arms of the man who broke you just to glue you back together.

But it was like your bones knew him. Your blood still carried him. Your cells whispered his name every time you tried to clean them out.

“Where’re you going?”

His voice was sleep-rough, hoarse.

You turned. He sat up slowly, blanket sliding off, eyes puffy and raw from too many dreams.

“I shouldn’t be here,” you murmured.

He blinked. “Yeah. But you are.”

You swallowed.

“I want to leave.”

His jaw clenched. “No, you don’t.”

“Yes. I do.”

“No, you think you do. But if you really did, you wouldn’t have stayed the night. You wouldn’t be in my shirt right now.” His voice cracked. “You wouldn’t have let me hold you like that if you were gone for real.”

You looked down. You were wearing his shirt. It still smelled like his cologne.

He stood, crossed the room, slowly—like approaching a scared animal. His hands went to your face.

“Tell me you didn’t feel anything last night.”

You couldn’t.

He leaned in, nose brushing yours, voice barely a whisper.

“You’re still mine.”

You were trembling.

And then his lips touched yours—and it was over.

You kissed like the world was ending. Like this was the last time. Like love and pain came from the same bottle, and you were both drinking deep.

When his hands slid under your shirt—his shirt—you didn’t stop him.

Because it wasn’t just about the sex. It was about the need. The ache in your chest. The hunger that no rehab, no tea, no counsellor could touch.

Taesan touched it. Ruined it. Worshipped it.

“You want me to stop?”

You shook your head.

“You sure?”

“Please,” you whispered. “Don’t stop. Just… don’t stop.”

Clothes hit the floor one by one. His mouth was everywhere—slow, reverent, desperate.

He tasted you like salvation. Like you were the drug now. His tongue dragged over your skin like he could absorb you through his mouth. The way he groaned when you pulled his hair told you—this wasn’t just lust.

It was grief. Worship. Addiction.

You whimpered his name when he slid between your legs, tongue hot and slow, fingers curling inside you like they belonged.

“Taesan—”

“Say it again.”

“Taesan, I—”

“You missed this, didn’t you?”

You were crying now, just a little. Because it was too much.

“You missed me.”

He kept going until your back arched, thighs shaking, until you were sobbing into his shoulder and clinging to him like he was your last chance.

You came undone with his name on your lips.

And when you looked at him, his eyes were glassy.

Like it hurt him too.

Like maybe he was addicted to you just as much.

Later, when the room was quiet again, you lay tangled in sheets and shame.

“I shouldn’t have come here,” you whispered.

Taesan didn’t look at you. Just lit a cigarette and stared at the ceiling.

“I know.”

You closed your eyes.

“I’m going back tomorrow. To the centre.”

He was silent for a while.

“I’ll drive you.”

The next morning.

He didn’t talk much.

Just held your hand the whole way, thumb tracing lazy circles against your skin like he was memorizing it again.

When you reached the centre, he parked but didn’t get out.

You sat in silence for a while.

Then he finally looked at you.

“I’m not good for you,” he said.

You blinked back tears. “I know.”

“I’m gonna try anyway.”

Your chest cracked.

“Why?”

His lips twisted into something between a smile and a grimace.

“Because loving you hurts less than living without you.”

You didn’t talk much after you went back.

Rehab was colder the second time. Not literally—the blankets were the same, the tea tasted the same. But the way people looked at you had shifted. Like they knew.

That you’d left. That you’d gone back to him. That you let him touch you, fuck you, kiss you.

Like they could see his fingerprints still burned into your skin.

And maybe they could.

Because no matter how many times you scrubbed your hands, they still trembled.

Day Four.

You hadn’t heard from him. He hadn’t texted. Called. Shown up.

Your chest ached in a new way.

You told yourself it was withdrawal.

But withdrawal didn’t feel like heartbreak.

Day Six.

You woke up shaking.

Heart pounding, skin sweating, mouth dry.

You didn’t know if it was a nightmare or just your body craving him.

You curled into yourself and sobbed. Quiet, ugly cries that you buried in your pillow like secrets.

You missed him.

You missed him like a drug.

You missed the poison more than the cure.

Day Eight.

The knock on the counsellor’s door came mid-session.

“Visitor for you,” someone said.

Your heart dropped.

Couldn’t be. No way.

You stepped into the lobby—and there he was.

Taesan.

Slumped in a plastic chair, hoodie soaked in rain, hair messy, eyes red.

You blinked.

And that’s when you saw the blood on his knuckles.

“What the fuck happened to you?” you hissed, dragging him outside.

He didn’t speak at first. Just lit a cigarette with shaking hands.

“Are you okay?” you whispered.

He laughed. Bitter. Hollow. “That’s a stupid question.”

You stepped closer.

“Taesan.”

His eyes met yours—and it broke you.

Because you saw it.

The spiral.

He hadn’t slept. He hadn’t eaten. He hadn’t used—not yet. But he was teetering. Dangerous edge. One push away.

“I almost did,” he said.

“What?”

He flicked the cigarette away.

“I almost used.”

Your stomach dropped.

“But I didn’t,” he added. “I didn’t, because I remembered your face. The way you looked at me when I dropped you off. Like I was worth something.”

You reached for his hand. He flinched.

“Let me see,” you whispered.

He let you take his fist. The skin was torn open. Fresh and raw.

“Bar fight?” you asked gently.

He shook his head. “Wall.”

You blinked.

“Your wall?”

He nodded.

“You punched your wall?”

“I just—” His voice cracked. “I didn’t know what to do. I needed to feel something.”

Your chest throbbed.

“You can’t keep doing this,” you whispered. “I can’t be the reason you fall apart.”

“You’re not,” he snapped. “You’re the only reason I’m still here.”

He stepped closer, gripping your arms.

“I know I’m fucked up. I know I’m poison. But you—” His voice dropped. “You made me want to be clean. Not just from the drugs. From all of it. From me.”

Tears stung your eyes.

“I’m not better,” you said. “I’m still sick, Tae. I still think about it. Every day.”

“I know,” he murmured. “That’s why we need each other.”

That night, he stayed outside your window again.

Didn’t sneak in.

Just sat there.

Like a ghost waiting to be forgiven.

One week later.

You got permission to leave for the weekend.

Only under supervision.

So you told the counsellor, your mom was picking you up.

You lied.

It was Taesan.

He picked you up in the same car. Same scent. Same old playlist.

But this time, neither of you reached for the other.

Just sat in silence. Comfortably broken.

His apartment hadn’t changed.

Except for the holes in the wall.

You stood in the middle of the living room while he watched you like you were a hallucination.

“Are you staying?” he asked.

You turned to him.

“Depends.”

“On?”

“You.”

That night was nothing like the first.

It was slow. Quiet. Full of whispered apologies between kisses.

You cried when he kissed your scars. He cried when you kissed his fists.

You pulled his hoodie over your bare body. He tucked his arms around you like you’d disappear if he didn’t.

“I don’t want to hurt you anymore,” he said against your skin.

“You will,” you whispered. “And I’ll hurt you too.”

He nodded.

“But we’ll try,” he said. “This time, we’ll try.”

He sold his last stash.

Gave you the money.

You didn’t ask what he wanted you to do with it.

You bought groceries. Paid rent. Cleaned the blood off the past.

You weren’t perfect. Still had nights where your bones screamed. He still woke up from nightmares shaking like a child.

But you held each other. Again. And again.

And one day, it didn’t hurt to breathe anymore.

One Year Later.

You sat on the rooftop, eating peach ice cream.

He sat beside you, fingers laced with yours, eyes watching the sky.

“Do you think we’re clean?” you asked.

He thought for a second.

“No,” he said. “But I think we’re healing.”

You leaned your head on his shoulder.

“Still addicted to me?”

“Always.”

Then he kissed you—soft, warm, whole.

Like you were the cure now.

And maybe, just maybe

You were.

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iriswantstocry · 1 year ago

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MY FAV MILITARY 😍

(I'm a Tom girl I'm a Tom girl I'm a Tom girl I'm a Tom girl I'm a Tom girl I'm a Tom girl I'm a Tom girl I'm a Tom girl I'm a Tom girl😫)

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aussiexlovexaffair · 3 months ago

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bf!calum who is trying to get a snap to send to you to be cute, but his friends are interrupting him. luke is in charge of holding the camera and he keeps shaking it, michael is behind him doing perverted gestures to make calum laugh, and ash is interrupting his speech every other word.

"hey, babe. i'm here in Paris—" "who is this going to?" calum glances over at ashton, furrowing his brows a little. "it's going to y/n—"

"hi, y/n!!"

"hiya!!!"

"hey, y/n!"

he places his hands on his hips and huffs a little. "can you guys shut up? i'm trying to be romantic." michael snickers from behind the camera. "you're gunna get your lip cut by the thorne." under the camera, calum flips the boy off. "anyway, i'm in Paris as you can tell, wishing that—" "does the stem taste like the flower does? like, does it taste like roses or does it taste like stem?" ashton blurts out again, making the brunet groan and nod his head towards him to signal that he needs to shut up. A chorus of teenage boy giggles chime in and he finally breaks. "you can try it yourself after the video, shut up! and luke, hold the camera steady, jesus, and michael— for the love of god—, stop pretending you're jacking off, I can't concentrate!" but the outburst doesn't make their laughter and harder, and now he's just staring at Luke behind the camera with a stern "don't you join in" look, but even his lips are turning up into a little grin and at some point, calum just waves him off. "just send whatever you got, you're all hopeless."

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macchiodaily · 1 year ago

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This is my personal seat

#ralph macchio #daniel larusso #johnny cade #ralph macchino #the outsiders #johnny cade x reader #dallas winston #dally winston x reader #drew starkey #matt dillon #daniel larusso x reader smut #daniel larusso x reader #the outsiders 1983 #the outsiders smut #the outsiders sodapop #THIS IS MY MAN #daniel larusso x reader smut #80s nostalgia #ralph macchio gif

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itzmaztercom · 10 months ago

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Appreciation post for Gustav❤️❤️

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st6rrrs · 23 days ago

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s2 rafe lets Bunny! Reader give him a blow job for the first time!

BUNNY! READER MOOD BOARD

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"Come on, baby. You know I need you. Please?" rafe pleads, coked out as usual but you didn't mind it!

you looked up at him with a mixture of confusion and concern

"Rafey… I don't know how" your voice barely above a whisper "I've never… done that before. I don't know how to… suck your dick." you say as your face flushed with embarrassment, and you looked away.

rafes eye were glossy, his pupils dilated, and his speech slurred.

"Come on baby don't be like that. I need you to… to do this for me. Just put your mouth on it yeah? It'll be good I promise. You'll like it"

He was already stripping...he pulled down his pants and underwear. His erection sprang free, and he grabbed it, his hand moving up and down in a quick motion.

"You trust me don’t you? get on your knees."

you nodded quickly sinking to your knees...you didnt want to make rafey mad or dissapointed.

the floor felt cold and hard beneath you. you hear him whisper a soft 'good girl' as you stare at it.

When you looked up, you saw... it. It was pink and long, and it had veins. "Rafe... this isn't going to fit" you said frowning a little.

Rafe exhales sharply jaw tightening

“Baby just try it for me yeah?”

You looked up at Rafe, your eyes locked on him

you stuck out your tongue and touched... it. Rafe made a noise and his eyes closed. you started to lick it and it felt... weird. But you wanted to make Rafe happy so you kept going. it was big. It felt like it was going to split your lips.

everytime you guys had sex, you didn't see it this close..only felt it..you knew it was big but not THIS BIG.

His taste was salty but also sweet. you were surprised by how much you liked it.

you moved your head up and down and you felt his cock throbbing and pulsing in your mouth.

"Shit… that’s your first time? You sure about that?" he gripped your hair pushing you deeper.

You gagged, your saliva was dripping down his shaft lubricating him and making it easier for you to move your head up and down.

the back of your throat burned but you didn't want to stop..You swirled your tongue around his cock, you want him to cum...you were eager to taste it for the first time.

"fuckkk keep doing that." he groaned his hand still gripping your hair but just resting there.

You looked up at him and your eyes locking onto his. He was already watching you his eyes intense and passionate

your eyes were full of innocence, curiosity and vulnerability, it made rafe want to cum just looking at them.

"Shit… don’t...don’t look at me like that."

You felt his cock start to twitch

As you sucked you searched for the sensitive spot that would make him come. You were trying to learn his body.

You sucked harder, you were lost in the sensation of his cock in your mouth..then you heard him groan above you.

you felt his cum shooting out of his cock and into your mouth. it was warm and sticky and it tasted sweet and slightly bitter.

You didn't know if you should swallow it so you let it drip out your mouth, down your chin.

you pulled back gasping for air and you looked up at Rafe and saw the satisfaction in his eyes.

He seemed to be savoring the sight of you and his eyes locked onto the sticky liquid as it trickled down your skin.

"Fuck baby" Rafe whispered his voice low and husky. "You're so damn beautiful like that."

He reached out a hand and his fingers gently tracing the path of his cum as it dripped down your chin.

your underwear was already damp from the excitement of sucking Rafe's cock but it grew wetter and more uncomfortable.

You could feel the fabric clinging to your skin.

"It's... salty" your mouth still full of cum

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pinkboaclub · 3 months ago

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Sweet Thing [part two]

[First Part Here!]

Summery: You and Harry are best friends, despite your 15 year age gap. One night, when your blind date goes wrong, he wants to make sure your night still ends in pleasure. [Older!Harry]—continued.

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: essentially just smut, age gap (15 years), fem!reader

You came down from your orgasm, still laying in Harry’s embrace, leaving light kisses along his neck. After you got your energy back, your mind was one in one thing; getting upstairs.

You grabbed his hand, stood up, and quickly led him to the stairs.

“Eager girl.” Harry cheekily remarked.

“Need you to catch up, you still have all your clothes on.” You said as you arrived in his room. You didn’t give him enough time to respond before turning around, wrapping your arms around him and kissing him.

You both grabbed the bottom of his sweater, pulling it over his head. You back up towards his bed, unbuckling the belt wrapped around his jean bell bottoms.

You felt the back of your legs hit the bed, the bed you had slept in countless times, the bed you had dreamed of this very moment in. For some reason this made you more nervous.

Your hand traveled up Harry’s abdomen, feeling the outline of his abs. The abs you had accidentally felt before when you had been innocently cuddling.

Your hand went back down to his pants, you felt yourself start slowly dropping to your knees. Harry’s breath got a little heavier almost matching your nervous breathing pattern, but not quite.

You took off his belt, throwing it to the side, and carefully pulling down his jeans, letting him slip out of them.

You felt your heart against your chest as your fingers wrapped around the waistband of his briefs.

“Is this okay?” You softly asked. He gave you a sweet smile in response, bringing his hand to your face and rubbing his thumb on your cheek.

“Better than okay, keep going, sweet thing.”

When you felt the head of his cock brush against your lips, your mouth opened automatically. It made your mouth water like you craved it. You knew there were a lot of people out there who hated giving blow jobs, including yourself at times, but at this moment, you had never craved something more.

You grasped the base of his cock and began running your tongue around the tip. Although Harry made you feel safe and confident like nobody else could, you found yourself wanting to make a good impression. You had to breathe through your nose as you tried not to choke. You moaned in the back of your throat, enjoying yourself thoroughly.

Harry let out low, soft grunts at the feeling of your moans against his cock. Hearing his breathing become heavier in the room made you more turned on than you could have ever imagined feeling.

His hand went up to your head, brushing some of your out of your face. He made sure to be gentle with you, not wanting you to feel any pressure to go beyond your limits.

As you got comfortable with him and yourself, you felt yourself wanting more. You wanted him dominating you, fucking you until you screamed.

You felt your head going faster on his cock, grabbing his thigh, giving it a squeeze as almost a way to center yourself.

You pulled back, gasping for breath. Before he could say anything, you were back at him, sucking him off in earnest. Your mouth suctioned tight over him as you went up and down his cock, your hand twisting gently at the base.

“Take what you can handle, baby.” He let you know, though he didn’t mind what you were doing. You pulled him off again.

“I know what I can handle.” You replied, his breath hitched at the naturally seductive look you gave him. The sweet girl he had been best friends with for so many years was now on her knees in front of him, her mouth expertly sliding up and down his cock, her breath soft and steady against his skin. He had always dreamed of this moment—of letting himself give into everything he had buried deep inside—and now, it was more than he ever imagined. The age gap, the years of friendship, the countless moments that led them here didn’t seem to matter anymore.

Both of you couldn’t wait anymore, without saying anything, you both layed down on his bed, going back to kissing. Your mind knew you could stay like this forever, but your body wanted more.

Your hand squeezed his hard, large bicep, a signal that you were ready for him. He moved his fingers away from you, shifting position and you felt his hard cock brush against your inner thigh, before he slid into you, not stopping until he'd bottomed out.

A moan escaped your lips, a moan that felt like you had been saving it for this exact moment. You did the only thing you could think of, the one thing you knew would get him moving in you. You began to tighten and relax your inner muscles, massaging his cock deep inside you. You felt his entire body shudder before he grunted, his fingers digging so hard into your hips you knew he'd leave bruises.

He began to move, his thrusts deep and slow, each glide making you moan. He was perfectly proportioned, long and thick enough to fill you just right. Every thrust sent your nerve endings on alert, making the hair on your body stand at up.

You looked at his face, entirely focused on pleasing you, nothing had turned you on this much before.

“Harry, it’s so good.” You cried out in a whisper.

“You’re feeling good, sweet girl?” Any words you had left your mouth, you would be lying if you said you hadn’t imagined him calling you his numerous pet names for you in this exact scenario.

“God, Harry….please go faster.”

He lifted himself up to gain a better angle before quickening his pace. Uncontrollable whimpers left your mouth, leaving him in awe of you.

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re so perfect.”

You could feel your eyes roll back, sensation overwhelming you. He was going to tease you to death, but what a way to die. Your arms wrapped tight around his arms, holding on for dear life.

You were a sobbing, incoherent mess, your body straining for release. You could feel the muscles of your pussy pulsing and contracting on each glide of his cock, but it wasn’t enough. You needed him to fuck you hard.

“Mm, Harry,” you felt yourself become a bit more shy.

“What do you want, sweet thing?” He lowered himself to your neck kissing along its entirety. “Tell me what you want…anything, I’ll give it to you.” His breath was hot against your skin, sending a shudder throughout your body.

“Don’t want you to hold back.” You rubbed the back of his neck, making eye contact with him, letting him know you were serious. “I can handle it.”

You started to lift yourself, he did the same, letting you adjust. You turned around facing the head board and arched your back.

You heard Harry take another deep, as if he was collecting himself. He grabbed your hips, letting one of his thumbs rub side to side in a reassuring motion.

He slid into you, making sure to pay attention to your body, letting you properly adjust to him. Which you definitely needed to do.

Once he found a nice rhythm, he didn’t let it go–continuously, thrusting into you–the sound of heavy breathing, moaning, and skin slapping in the room as he tightly gripped on to your hips.

“So perfect, baby.” He took your moans as encouragement he was doing good. “Such a perfect pussy.”

“I love your cock, Harry.” You moaned.

“Yeah? How much, sweet thing?”

"So so much," you managed to get out, your chest heaving with every breath that you tried to take. Your walls clenched tighter around him. "Gonna c-cum," you managed to get out, the coil in your lower belly tightening and tightening with each of his sloppy thrusts.

He reached down to your clit, rubbing circles around it, helping you reach your orgasm. You felt your legs begin to uncontrollably shake, the most euphoric feeling you ever felt running through them.

"Good girl." He lowered himself to your ear, talking you through your orgasm. “Shhh, that’s it, there you go, let it happen, bunny.” He halted his thrusts and rubbed your back, letting you calmly come down from your high.

He took his cock out of you and helped you flip onto your back. He grabbed one of your hands and kissed all over your face, making you let out a giggle.

“We don’t have to keep going, if you can’t handle it.” He said, in a reassuring tone.

“No, no,” You grabbed his cock, beginning to jerk him off. “I told you I can handle it.” You kissed up his neck, getting to his ear, and biting his earlobe. “Cum on my face.”

His breathing stopped, his face almost freezing in disbelief.

“And here I was thinking you were this sweet, innocent girl.”

You climbed off the bed, dropping to your knees again. Switching between jerking and sucking him off. His hand stayed on the back of your head, guiding you through your motions.

You looked up at him before his abs began to flex and his breathing got slightly quicker.

“Gonna cum, sweet thing.” He took over, rubbing his hand up and down himself. You closed your eyes, letting him finish on your face. Giving any light kisses and licks to his cock you could sneak in as he jerked himself off.

“Wait here.” Your eyes stayed closed, but you heard him walk to the bathroom, turning on the sink before making his way back to you. “I got you.” He wiped your face completely clean, kissed your lips, and helped you up.

“Why don’t you go take a shower, put on some pajamas—or not—and I’ll go get you some water and something to eat.” He suggested, holding your face in his hand. You nodded, and began to walk to the bathroom, you felt yourself blushing when he talked to you. Of course you had been best friends with him for a while, but you couldn’t help feeling nervous around him at this moment. Your stomach filled with butterflies as you watched him slip on some sweat pants and head downstairs.

You finished your shower, deciding to put on clothes, but only one of Harry’s shirts. Surely this was a nice middle ground of putting on pajamas and staying naked.

When you walked out of the bathroom, Harry was just pulling off the blankets, preparing to get in. He had placed a glass of water and a chocolate chip cookie on the nightstand.

“What do you think will be a worse hangover for me, getting drunk or having mind blowing sex?” You asked, getting into bed next to him.

“Mind blowing, huh?” Harry clarified, raising his eyebrows.

“Don’t act like you haven’t been told that before. I’m sure you get raving reviews.”

You drank your water and ate your cookie, cuddling close to Harry, watching the tv show he had put on.

“Oh, look at this!” You remembered the light marks you had seen in the shower.

You lifted up your shirt–well, his shirt–and showed him the pink finger marks that he had left on your hips. He ran his thumb over them, a little surprised.

“I’m sorry, I must've gotten carried away.”

“Oh, no…I think it’s hot.” He laughed, bending down and leaving kisses along the mark. “You’ll have to leave darker ones next time.”

He chuckled again. “So there will be a next time?”

“I would hope so. Will there?” You asked, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

“Of course, don’t think we can stop, we’ve opened the floodgates.”

“Literally.” You both laughed and he pulled you closer and kissed you on the head. “But for now, let’s get some sleep, I can already feel my legs getting sore.”

[read a Sweet Thing prequel blurb here!]

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