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presidentsdaughter · 2 months ago

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SOFTER, SOFTEST !

ft. curly x fem!reader

tags. piv, body worship sort of, rimming, big dick, tit job for like 2 seconds, creampie, size kink, scent kink, balls…

note. hai.. will get back to leon soon and I think mw fandom is lacking noncon and incest fics severely.. so i will get on that with jimmy. don’t know how to characterise him yet so ooc .. just infatuated with his breasts tbh i don’t know anything works in this universe LMFAO like idk just take this with a grain of salt.. for miss @pupwashing please ignore typos !! unedited :3

You miss Curly.

You miss him more than you did yesterday, more than an idiot misses the point, like a dick misses a wet pussy–You just miss him.

It has been four months. Twenty-one weeks. One-hundred and forty days. Three-thousand, five-hundred and twenty hours. Too many minutes, a hell of a lot more seconds, the closer he gets the further he seems to be.

Big numbers make it feel like you’re getting nowhere so you cut those twenty-fours into one day. One day and he’ll be home. One day and you’ll be in bed with his stomach crushed against yours, the warmth of his flesh searing yours, fucking him into next year, until he loses his halo.

Videos aren’t enough, photos don’t do him justice, toys don’t live up to the feel of a real dick. You miss that face he makes when he cums - it’s a block away from his crying face. You miss him face down, ass up, punching holes into his dignity one thrust at a time. God, you miss that dick, how he goes red all over, him in nothing but that stupid fucking smile.

One day, you tell yourself in the mirror that morning. One day, you tell yourself when you take your lunch break. One day, one more microwaved meal for one, one more lonely night.

It used to be a big deal, you think. The whole going to space thing. Curly says it’s no big deal, but you’re pretty sure that in your great-grandpa’s heyday it was impressive. You’ve seen videos of hoards gathering to watch a ship take off, to greet crews when they landed. Today, it’s you and a plump, older woman in her bathrobe waiting in the cold.

You could spot him in any crowd, glowing like a ray of light, mostly because he’s tall, partly because everything fades into abstraction when you notice how tight his uniform is. Good god. Did he get bigger? You’re starting to sweat, it’s hard to focus when your boyfriend is making a long-sleeved jumpsuit look naughty.

Curly’s hair is a little longer, blond curls licking the nape of his neck, falling onto his forehead, his eyes are so bright and his smile is white. He looks like a policeman’s emotional support dog. A really busty support dog. He scans the sad scattering of friends, family and drivers. You’re so taken off guard by the sight of his buttons popping you almost forget to wave at him.

He beams when you spot him, suitcase dragging behind him as he jogs over. Everything is in slow motion. Like that old movie - Baywatch. He’s so excited to see you, taking you into his big arms, shoving your face in his chest like he knows just where you’d like to be. You’re disappointed in your lungs when they beg for air, lifting your head and placing it on his shoulder instead. He smells like sweat, hotel shampoo and something metallic.

“Oh.” You open your eyes and spot Jimmy skulking behind him, an unlit cigarette between his lips. You narrow your eyes at him, and Jimmy does the same. Real shady guy, the type you’d cross the street to avoid. He’s always trailing after Curly like a bad omen. “He can’t come home with us, honey,” you tell him gently, not wanting to sound like a bitch.

Which you are.

You don’t want him smoking in your car, you don’t want Curly to invite him over for takeout because that means it’ll go on for hours and you won’t get your mouth on his big, stupid dick for another day.

“Hm? Why not?” Curly asks, pressing a kiss into your hairline, the tip of his nose bumping yours tenderly.

“I don’t have space in my car for both of you and the luggage, she’s small. What if she tips over? You’re heavy enough as it is.” You smile at him, cheekily, giving his newfound hips a squeeze. They’ve always been there, but now they’re like wow. It’s only been four months, is he on steroids? Did he get pregnant? He is glowing… God knows what’s up there in the atmosphere, some cosmic horror waiting to knock up your poor boyfriend.

Curly shrugs, offering an apologetic smile to his friend. “You heard the lady.”

Jimmy’s permanent scowl seems to deepen, cementing itself in his dermal layer. “Whatever, man.” He shoves his hands into his pockets, shoulders slumped as he makes a beeline for the phonebox.

He lifts his suitcase and loads it into your car and you watch his biceps flex. You see through his clothes, you remember every freckle on his back, mapping them out like stars, leading to those dimples low on his back, the perfect resting spot for your thumbs when you grab his ass. His body is so convenient. Like he was made to be fucked every which way.

“I missed you, I thought about you everyday,” he says against your lips, leaning in to kiss you over the gearshift. “I put your picture in the cockpit actually, Jim didn’t like it, but it kept me going.”

Always so earnest. You almost feel bad for missing his body more than him.

“Aww, Curly, honey,” you coo, pinching his cheek and cupping the other, “I missed you even more.” He nuzzles into your hand, eyes closed as you comb your fingers through his messy hair.

As much as you would like to indulge his sentimentality, you have no patience to spare. If you sit here any longer, you’re going to soak through your jeans and onto your leather seat.

You put the car in drive—

“Captain? Open up!” There’s a younger man knocking on the window, leaving his grubby handprints behind. “I wanted you to meet my mom!” His voice is muffled through the glass.

You lock the windows.

“Did you lock the windows?” Curly asks, lips downturned like he’s about to pout.

You unlock the windows.

“Of course not, baby.” You pat his head and grit your teeth.

They talk for fifteen whole minutes.

Thank you for taking care of him, he can be such a handful—Oh no, not at all, he was a joy to have—I’m glad he came back in one piece—He’s a good kid—Oh, I don’t know about that—Mooom—I’d be happy to have him back for our next long haul—Seriously, Captain?—

You squirm in place, shifting from side to side, thighs pressed together as your panties stick to your core. When Curly introduces you to his crew mate, you offer a strained smile and nothing more.

The window whirs shut. You make it home in record breaking time with four tickets and only a few points taken off your license. It doesn’t matter. You’re home, inside with the curtains drawn and Curly still has clothes on.

That’s not right.

“Take it off.”

“Huh?” Curly pushes his luggage into the corner, the top few buttons of his jumpsuit have come undone and you see the tuft of blond hair on his chest.

“Take it off, please?”

“My clothes?”

“No, your wig, baby.”

He laughs, good-natured, mild-mannered, and so fucking hot.

If he won’t do it then you will.

“I haven’t even showered—“ He starts, but you shush him with a kiss, murmuring a ‘good’ against his pink mouth.

When you part, spit keeps your lips connected, the string of fate or whatever. You go in for another, hands fisting the fabric of his collar, forcing him down towards you. Curly lets out a keening noise somewhere in the back of his throat like a dog scratching at the bathroom door.

“I know, my baby, I’ll give it to you.” You pout at him, thumbing his kiss-swollen lips and watching his eyes droop. “Oh no…” The buttons on his uniform when you try to open them.

“It’s okay,” he mumbles through a mouthful of his own spit, “cheap stuff.”

“I know, but you looked so good in it.” It’s a shame, but you need to see him bare, sweat as his only accessory.

“You think?” He near bats his lashes at you, stepping out of his uniform, and you swoon.

“God, yeah.” You push him down on the couch, Curly falls back with a soft grunt. It’s not very big, especially for a man of his size, but it’ll do for now.

His cock swells in his boxers, you feel it beneath you as you sit atop him, admiring the view below. The wide expanse of his chest, the sweat pooling in his collarbones, those tits. You don’t know what else they could be.

“Wow.” You take a handful of his chest, plucking his puffy pink nipple. “Look at these, I might have some competition.”

“Shut it,” he huffs out a laugh through his nose, and the tips of ears redden.

“I’m serious, baby, you’re, like, huge.” You can’t tear your eyes away from his soft flesh, moulding beneath your fingertips like dough, you could fuck them if you really wanted. “What happened out there?”

“Had a lot of spare time, I guess.” Curly smiles sheepishly, expression contorting when you bend your neck to suck his nipple into your mouth with a wet pop! His jaw slackens, and his cock jumps like it’s been given quite the fright.

You only have one complaint. His tan lines have faded. Floating through the galaxy for months on end can do that to you. You miss them, but you missed Curly more, so you’ll make do with what you have.

And you have more than enough. More than you can handle really. You can’t even get a grasp on his bicep, he’s stupidly big and your hand is on the smaller side.

You shift backwards, wet cunt dragging over his impossibly big bulge where only his underwear keeps you from him - you kind of admire your pussy for being able to take it. Your mouth moves on, hands still groping as much as you can of his chest as you lick the ridges of his stomach, it’s like he’s forged out of marble.

Softly, Curly rubs the back of your head, trying his very best to keep his eyes on you and not let them fall shut. You feel his stomach muscles rippling under your tongue. They contract when you trace around his navel, placing a sloppy kiss just below it, where a patch of curly hair leads to his wet cock.

His cock is drooling through the white fabric of his boxers, they’re soaked enough to be see-through, you spot the fat, pink head that has been missing your kisses. “You’re so wet, baby, is it all for me?”

With a pitiful noise, he tosses his head back and nods sadly. It’s funny to hear a man of his stature whine, but it suits Curly so well.

Your fingers hook in the waistband, tugging his underwear downwards until his fat cock springs out, it’s so fucking fat it weighs itself down. The leaky head twitches, pre dripping down his thick shaft, leaving a moonlit trail to his heavy balls. So full of seed they might burst.

“Oh… Poor baby.” You give them a gentle squeeze, and Curly’s eyes roll back into his skull, hips jolting upwards.

The urge to take it into your mouth right then and there is tempting, you hold back, you want to take your time with him. Make him feel special. You seat yourself between his thighs, one leg thrown over your shoulder so it’s easier to fit on the sofa. Your thumb runs along his pink slit, dribbling out pearly strands of pre that web between your fingers. Curly whimpers, biting down on his fist.

“These are cute.” You take note of his meaty thighs, how they’ve only gotten bigger, a comfier place to sit. The stretch marks don’t go unnoticed, streaking purple and pink along the milky flesh of his inner thighs like faded brushstrokes.

“Mmmph.” He blinks at you, pouty, lashes wet with impatient tears.

“Yeah, mmmph, I know, baby, be patient.” You’re a big, fat hypocrite.

His scent is stronger down here, clean and soapy, but the tang of sweat prospers, and the underlying smell of him. The smell of his pillow, the smell of his few-days old clothes, the smell of his towel after he works out.

A few more kisses here and there, using the flat of your tongue to lave over strips of his sinewy skin, leaving him spit-slicked and breathless and flushed. You hoist his other leg over your shoulder, he’s heavy, but you’re horny and it’s given you a sudden burst of vitality.

“Fuck,” he gasps out, gripping the top of the couch, one arm over his face as you lick up the seam of his balls, mouth latching to the swollen underside, where they feel heaviest.

Curly’s cock leaks into your hair, the weight brings it down to rest on your face, tip pressed into your hairline, dripping down the bridge of your nose like sweat while you make a mess of his balls. Stuffing them into your mouth one at a time, using your hand to give the lonelier one a squeeze when your lips are kissing up on another.

The kiss to his perineum is enough to make him moan. Curly knows what’s coming. You go lower, nose nestled into his balls, breathing him while your hands spread his ass cheeks apart to get to the spot you love most.

Curly’s hole is darker than the rest of him, not quite pink like his cock, ruddier. He’s tight and he smells good. So good. You’ve never minded the hair, you think it’s pretty cute. Curtains match the drapes.

Affectionately, you kiss his puffy rim, and it throbs.

He lets out a groan that is half mortified and half ready-to-blow-his-load.

“Sure,” Curly says, voice breaking as you circle his hole with the tip of your tongue. He tastes like him, musky and sweet and coppery. Curly is home and your tongue is in his ass where it belongs, wriggling its way past his pulsing rim, hopefully all the way up into his heart.

Your thumb and middle finger stretch to meet around the girth of his cock, stroking him slowly as you work open his asshole, tongue pushing back in when he pushes you out. Once you deem him wet enough, you push a single finger knuckle-deep and he cries out, hips bucking up off the couch.

Much to his dismay, which he shows in the form of a pained whimper, your hand leaves his cock to splay over his stomach and hold him down to the best of your abilities. “You have to stay still, honey.”

You feed a second finger into him, his hole squelching as you curl them inside of him. Curly clenches tight enough to cut off your blood circulation, sucking you back in when you ultimately pull them out with a lewd noise. He opens his mouth on instinct, pupils so blown out his light eyes seem dark, you push your fingers down his throat and he sucks.

“You’re so cute,” you mumble, watching him intently, he’s like a pin-up model of some sort. An X-rated action figure. “Taste good?”

“Not really,” Curly says. He’s so honest it makes you laugh. He shuffles back to rest his head on the arm of the couch, cock bobbing, still leaking like nobody’s business, leaving little droplets of wet in its wake.

It’s ready to burst, but you’re not done with him yet. You haven’t had your fill. When you spend half your time with your head between his thighs, you miss out on all the faces he pulls. So you spit on your tits to get them wet, his cock is slick enough, nothing should chafe when you squeeze his cock between them.

“Christ,” Curly grits out, brows knitting together, the second coming and he hasn’t even had his first.

“You wanna cum like this?” You ask, kneading your tits on either side of his cock, each time the tip pops up past your cleavage, it bumps your chin and leaves it slick.

“No…” He shakes his head, curls bouncing, sticking to his forehead, the hair near his nose is curlier with the added sweat. “Inside.”

“I can do that for you, babe.” You smile at him, acting like that wasn’t your plan in the first place, like you haven’t been dying for a warm creampie since he landed back on earth. You give the fat head of his dick one sloppy kiss, making sure to tongue his slit before you clamber on top of him.

It should be an easy task to get him inside, you’ve been wet for the last twenty-four hours, your pussy is throbbing like it’s got a heartbeat. Slick dries on your inner thighs and your clit is buzzing, a rush of arousal passes over you like a cold wave when you lift your hips to guide his dick into you.

Oh. Wow. That’s a stretch.

In theory, you know big Curly’s dick is. It’s a fucking horsecock, and you have eyes bigger than your stomach. You always overestimate yourself. You think you’re gonna be just fine, then his fat tip breaches your little hole, no matter how wet, and you lose it, scrambling to grasp his shoulders as your body is racked with shivers.

Curly’s kind enough to steady you, big hands finding purchase on your hips. His needy noises get through to you, and you push on, sliding down and taking him to the hilt. His dick curves upwards into your cervix, rubbing the fleshy opening as you adjust to his dick after four whole months of nothing worthwhile.

He’s so big. You’re so wet, slippery pussy slicking up his cock, and making things easier for the both of you.

“I love you.” Curly shudders, looking right into your eyes like he’s afraid to blink and miss a single thing.

“I love you too,” you tell him, eyes on his tits.

He’s so deep, feet planted on the couch as he fucks into you, unable to help himself. You get it. You’re tight, warm, and wet. Better than his fist. Your pussy is noisy, squelching each time you bottom you, grinding your clit into his pelvis, feeling his cock twitch each time you tighten around him. The plap of his balls hitting your ass when enough momentum is built up.

Curly’s helpful, when he sees you tense up, throwing your head back and rolling your hips over and over, you want him deeper and deeper, he wets his fingers with your slick and rubs figure eights into your clit.

It’s just enough to make your toes curl—Oh, who are you kidding? You near blackout when you cum, moaning so loud you scare yourself. You see black. Like someone’s drawn the curtains in your mind, ending the show. Your nails dig into his skin, but he’s always put up with that like a champ.

“Holy fuck.” Shaking still, you blink to clear your vision, you’ve wet his navel and his tummy and the couch might be ruined. You don’t even remember when he came inside you. What a shame. Feels good though, still warm. Sighing, you lay against his chest, Curly’s soft cock slips out of your hole, resting on his thigh. “Welcome home, Captain.”

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nerdlvr · 5 months ago

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dreamies kinks .

(MDNI)

everything mentioned is consensual , unprotected sex (be smart) , everything is labelled before u read so be warned , idea by this lovely request !

❀༉‧₊˚. mark lee is needy all the time, all he every thinks about is fucking you

cock warming

the idea of just having you sit on his lap, cock buried deep inside you makes his head turn. only time during something sexual that mark will be calm. if he's stressed this is his go to. it's like meditating for him, feeling you pulse around him, warm and wet. by the end of it he'll have you face down ass up as he rams into you. "s' warm baby, sweet pussy hugging me so tight. feel good baby? feel me deep inside you?"

exhibitionism

the type where you fuck in places where you could possibly get caught. he doesn't care if you're at the mall or backstage of a concert, if he wants you he'll have you. gets turned on by the fact that someone (usually haechan) will walk in on you guys, fucks you harder so that your moans grow louder. it's his way of letting people know you're his. "shhh baby, wouldn't want someone to hear us right? wouldn't want everyone knowing how good i fuck you hm?"

recording

he will always take his phone out and start to record you. whenever he's on tour or just bored he'll open his hidden folder with all the pics and vids of you guys having sex. he might even use an audio of you moaning in one of his songs, if you let him ofc. "fuck baby, i wish you could see yourself right now, you look so hot, sound so pretty too, damn."

❀༉‧₊˚. huang renjun doesn't have sex he makes love, it's intimate and beautiful.

temperature play

whether it's wax or ice he gets turned on by seeing you squirm around from the feeling. sometimes he'll even blindfold you so you won't know what's coming. loves to hold the ice in his mouth as he traces it along your body. "like when i put ice here hm? look at how hard these pretty little nipples are baby."

marking

he always leaves marks on your body. it could be love bites on your chest, or slap marks on your ass. it's the possessive side of jun that can't help but see you painted in purple and pink. "fuck angel, you're all mine right? everyone's gonna know you're all mine."

bondage

hes the type to buy pretty ties and ropes to wrap you up in. will study kinbaku to do it with you. something about seeing you 100% vulnerable to him (and wrapped up with pretty rope) that makes him want to ravage you. "alright angel, put your hands behind your back, tell me if it's too tight okay?"

❀༉‧₊˚. lee jeno likes when you know he's in charge, sex with him is hot and rough

face fucking

loves to see you gag around him. he'll hold your head steady as he fucks himself into your mouth, barely letting you come up for air. "fuck, my pretty baby takes this cock so well. just a little bit more hm? you can do it baby."

breeding

this is a given tbh. the idea of getting you pregnant awakens the most possessive instinct in him. knowing that you trust him and only him to fill you up drives him crazy. "i'm the only one that can fill this pretty little pussy, right baby? only me."

size

another given. he alwaysss mentions how tiny you are compared to him during sex. makes you watch him as he fucks you, your tight cunt practically suffocating his cock. wraps his whole body around you, just to feel how much bigger he is than you. "fuck baby, this tight little pussy is squeezing me so good, barely fits baby, look."

❀༉‧₊˚. lee donghyuck doesn't want you to fuck him, he wants you to use him

breath play

he enjoys choking you but he loves when you choke him. your small hands wrapped around his neck as you ride him will actually drive him insane. his eyes roll back and his mouth hangs open as he feels himself losing oxygen. will literally make him finish every time. just imagine him with an opened mouth smirk as you choke him since he can't speak without air LMAO

overstimulation

that slight pain he feels as you keep fucking him after he's finished makes his toes curl. he's begging you to stop but you know deep down he loves being overstimulated. no matter how much he squirms and tries to push you off, his whiny little moans speak for themselves. "shit, shit, shit, baby, fuck, too much, s' too much, please, i can't, fuck baby i'm, i'm, fuckkk."

degradation

hyucks a dirty perv and he knows it, thats why he thinks it's so hot when you call him names, make fun of him, maybe even slap him around. hearing you talk down to him, telling him that you're better than him will have him on his knees. "fuck yes, i'm your dirty baby, shit, i'm so pathetic baby, keep using me please that's all i'm good for."

❀༉‧₊˚. na jaemin thinks you're perfect, thats why in bed all he wants to do is ruin you

face fucking

jaemin can't get enough of your mouth. all he ever wants to do is fuck your mouth until your mascaras running and drool is spilling from the sides of your lips. he does it mainly for the view tbh. his pretty girl with her mouth full of cock, yes please. "there you go princess, just like that, keep those pretty eyes on me baby, wanna see you when i stuff your mouth full of cum."

clothed sex

he takes you shopping just so he can help you pick out a cute outfit to fuck you in. he loves pushing your soaked panties to the side just to slip himself in, grabbing onto your crumpled skirt as he takes you from behind, pulling your shirt up just enough to have your tits peeking out the bottom. "look so pretty in this little skirt baby, can practically see all your ass. s' easy for me to just- slip right in."

dacryphilia

seeing that you're literally crying, cause the sex is that good is the biggest ego boost for jaemin. it'll just push him to go harder, a choked sob leaving your mouth as he fucks you at an inhumane pace. "look at you baby, fuck you so good you're crying? daddy making you feel good, hm? use your words princess."

❀༉‧₊˚. zhong chenle is a brat especially during sex, he can't help but tease you

cock warming

this little shit does this just to see you squirming. he'll have the calmest demeanor, acting completely unaffected by the fact that his cock is stuffed inside you. he's dying to just flip you over and fuck you but he'll wait till you're practically in tears begging him to fuck you. "dirty girl, can feel your pussy throbbing. can't even stay still for 5 minutes? i have no choice but to punish you hm?"

edging

literally can go hours teasing you. he'll use his cock, fingers, mouth, even toys to bring you to your orgasm, just so that he can tell you to hold it in. by the end of the night you're crying begging for release, but he's waiting for the right moment, if it ever comes... "wanna cum baby hm? i know you do, just hold on a little bit more okay? you're doing so good for me, so good, love seeing you like this beautiful."

forced orgasm

same concept different outcome, your whining and screaming is like a drug to him. i 100% believe that chenle is a pro at making girls squirt (srry not srry) the scenes almost pornographic as he rubs your clit at an inhumane pace, other hand occupied as he stuffs you full with his finger. your legs are shaking, body moist with sweat as you cum for the 5th time that night. "it's okay mama, you're okay. feel good right? let's go for one more hm?

❀༉‧₊˚. park jisung is a shy freak, blushing as he's 8 inches deep

size

jisung is big, and he knows it. big nose, big hands, big dick. he loves grabbing your tits and ass, no matter how big they are his hands make them look tiny. and he loves easing his cock into you watching as you tiny cunt sucks him in, his mouth wide open, shocked that you can take him. "oh my- baby, taking me so well, you're doing so good for me baby, just a little bit more okay? you can take it."

praise

he needs validation. hearing you say he's doing good makes him want to work harder. even if he's at his limit he'll hold it in just to keep fucking you, his priority is to make you feel good, so he loves when you reassure him "is this okay? tell me i'm doing good baby, fuck, just wanna make you feel good."

role play

i know this little freak likes when you dress up. you'd surprise him with new outfits: a nurse, a teacher, and his favorite a secretary. it gives him an excuse to put on a tie and his new glasses, and maybe just maybe, he likes the fact that he gets to be your boss, hearing you call him sir might just be the highlight of his night. "so fucking dirty, love it when your boss fills you up hm? taking you here in my office where anyone can walk in? fuck, naughty girl."

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miaoua3 · 6 months ago

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Scoups spicy headcanons

Pairing: scoups x f!reader

Warnings: sex, mentions of oral, just nasty piece of work tbh lmao, MINORS DNI

Kind of a continuation of my tiktok post

Note:…i need to get dicked down, its been too long…anyway enjoy this

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•his kisses are always soo deep, its just that pace that changes- when he’s desperate, his kisses become fast and filled with urge and need, when he wants to savour both you and the moment, he takes his time

•the type to spread his arms on the back rest of the couch while you sit on his lap and make out with him, will not touch you until you start whining and pleading of him to touch you

•loooves leaving hickeys. not only on your neck, but on your chest, your hips, your thighs and sometimes even your ass cheeks (in a shape of a little heart❤️)

•also likes it when you leave hickeys on him too, it shows to others that you both belong to somebody, except he doesn’t like to hide his while you literally spend tons of time and makeup trying to cover his piece of work

•two words: size kink. nothing gets him going quite like watching and comparing how much bigger he is compared to you, how his big hands can easily wrap themselves around your neck, your hands, your hips, anywhere really

•likes to just let his hand rest on your neck while kissing. not outright choking, but just…lets you feel the heavy weight of it on your thin neck

•a service dom, idk how people came to think that coups is this mean dom who just enjoys inflicting pain on you, like nuh-uh, this man literally lives to serve you, will listen to everything you got to say, if you say ‘a little more of this, a little bit less of that’ consider it already done. your pleasure is his first priority

•which brings me to- he won’t fuck you until you have cumed on his fingers (and/or face) at least two times.

•the mirror that’s facing your bed🤝him, loves nothing more than to fuck you from behind in front of the said mirror, loves just looking at your dazed look, how hard you try to keep your balance, how his hand looks around your neck

•very talkative in bed, from asking if you’re still okay to asking you things like “look at you, so pretty. who’s my pretty girl? hm? is this all for me baby? so wet, just for me? can you give me another one? cmon, my pretty girl, just one more, cum on my dick one more time, i know you can do it” NCHSIDBSIADBAI

•praise kink>>>>>>, idk who convinced yall that he would like degrading you, bro literally LOVES you, he has no reason to talk to you like that, he’s always just like “you’re doing so good, baby, taking this dick. fuck, so good, you’re taking me so well, can you take on more? of course you can, my girl can always take on more, cmon, that’s it” (currently manifesting this man in my life🙏)

•loooves it when you scratch his back unconsciously, just likes to look at it the next morning, wears it like a gold medal

•oh i just know he has a big dick, don’t even try to convince me otherwise, its both long and girthy, it’s always so overwhelming having him inside your pussy

•i always say- having a small dick is no excuse for being a bad partner, the universe gave you 10 fingers, a mouth and a lot of imagination. if you still can’t figure out how to please your partner, then it’s a you problem….lets just say cheol has no problems-with his size, his fingers skills, his tongue nor his imagination, he’s such a good lover, he will literally make you see stars

•speaking of-he asks you to sit on his face and literally to almost suffocate him at least two times a week. he just loves feeling your weight on his face, your smell surrounding him, you looking down on him while he’s living every man’s dream

•loves holding hands while in a missionary, it just makes the atmosphere that much more intimate and romantic, always intertwines your fingers and he finds that so…comforting

•now, he doesn’t enjoy inflicting pain on you (he enjoys leaving a good spank and a little bit of choking), that much is clear, but he still likes seeing you with tears down your cheeks from the immense pleasure he’s bringing you

•is the king of body worshipping. on the nights where he’s feeling extremely loving, first, he takes off your clothes slowly, then he kisses you for a few moments, and then he starts leaving kisses everywhere-from your lips, across your jaw, on your neck, going down to your chest, a few ticklish kisses on your stomach, leaving a few teasing kisses on your clit, looking up while kissing your thighs, on the scars on your knee, all the way down to your ankle. and then the same route upwards, all while whispering soft words of praise to you

•if you ever thought that this man is anything other than an ass man, you are delusional. from spanking you, fucking you from behind, to literally kissing your cheeks better after a few particularly hard spanks and leaving hickeys on it, rubbing it gently in comforting way with a comforting hand, there isn’t a way this man hasn’t interacted with your behind lol

•loves to pull on your hair lightly during the slow make out sessions, but also enjoys it when you pull on his hair while he’s laying between your legs, eating you out as if you were his last meal

•loves how he can just pick you up and fuck you against any surface available, it gets him so turned on knowing that he can carry you so easily and manhandle you into any position he wants you in

•low-key has a breeding kink, he loves watching his cum leak out of you, and stuffing it back in, knowing that he could impregnate you any time he comes inside, it’s always so thrilling to him (plus he really want to start a family with you)

•he’s the aftercare KING, sometimes he spends more time talking you down from the height, cuddling you, cleaning you, kissing you and letting you know how much he loves you than he spend on the sex itself, he’s a natural caretaker so he enjoys taking care of your body and your mind after your sexy escapades

in conclusion: SCOUPS PLEASE I CAN TREAT YOU SO WELL JUST GIVE ME A CHANCE PLS BABY

#seventeen #svt #svt x reader #fypシ #tumblr fyp #fypage #scoups #choi seungcheol #scoups x reader

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reidmania · 3 months ago

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love letters | s.reid

summary; when you miss spencer while he is away on a case, you re-read all the love letters he has written you over the course of your relationship

warnings; established relationships, mentions case but doesnt go into detail, fem reader, reader is not a coffee drinker, fluff fluff fluff

an; fic six!! this is just pure fluff tbh. also can we appreciate the colouring on this fic. ITS SO PERFECT PRETTU PERFECT.

You’re lying on the bed that feels too big without him, your fingers idly tracing the edge of a soft, worn piece of paper. The clock beside you reads 2:12 a.m., and you can’t shake the emptiness settling over you as you stare at the ceiling, too awake to sleep and too tired to do anything else. Spencer’s been away for three days now, and every hour without him feels like it stretches on and on, the silence heavier than you’d ever thought silence could be.

Your eyes drift back to the drawer beside your bed, a drawer he never opens, but where you keep something he would recognize instantly. Tucked away are letters, dozens of them, each one a quiet reminder of him. They’re notes, really—not grand declarations, not epic poems. Just little reminders he’s left you over time, slipped into coat pockets or left folded on your pillow. You hadn’t intended to save them all, but now, having them close is the only thing keeping you grounded while he’s away.

You open the drawer and pull out the little bundle tied with a piece of twine. Your heart swells as you untie it, gently unfolding the first note. It’s one of your favorites, written on a torn scrap of notebook paper, one corner crinkled from a drop of coffee. Spencer had left it on your kitchen counter before heading out to work, months ago.

“If I could leave you notes all over the world, I would. But for now, just look outside—it’s raining, and I know that makes you feel calm. I’ll be home before the storm’s over. – S”

You smile, remembering that day. You’d found the note just before noticing the rain falling in gentle streams outside your window, and you’d waited with a blanket by the window, watching the clouds until he came back, just like he’d promised. He always knew how to turn your little quirks into anchors.

Setting that note aside, you reach for another. This one’s written on the back of a receipt from the bookshop downtown. It’s short and scrawled in his neat handwriting.

“You pick up this book as if it’s a friend you haven’t seen in years. It’s beautiful to watch. Don’t forget to mark your place in the story—I want to hear what you think. – S”

You laugh to yourself, remembering how he’d tucked it into the back of the book after you bought it. He hadn’t let you see it until you found it yourself one night, and the memory of the way he’d watched you read that note makes your heart ache just a little more.

You lie back against the pillows, shifting so you’re curled around his side of the bed. It’s silly, maybe, reading these notes over and over. But as you go through them, each one reminds you how much he loves you, how he notices things about you that you hadn’t even noticed about yourself. His love is a quiet kind, a series of small gestures and words, but somehow, it feels bigger than anything else you’ve known.

Another note catches your eye. This one’s on a tiny sticky note, a bright yellow square you’d found on your mirror one morning.

“You make coffee exactly how I like it, even when you don’t drink it. I don’t think anyone’s ever done that for me before. I’m lucky. – S”

You can still remember the warmth of his hand over yours when he found you reading it, how he hadn’t needed to say anything else.

The letters become a timeline of your relationship, a way to measure time not by dates but by memories, by little notes that remind you of the person you are when you’re with him. Each one has a tiny piece of his heart tucked into it, a small reminder that he’s with you even when he’s halfway across the country.

You read through a few more, feeling your eyes grow heavy but not wanting to close them. There’s something grounding about seeing his words, knowing that he took the time to write these little messages just for you. In a way, it makes the ache of missing him almost bearable, makes you feel connected to him in a way that’s both heartbreaking and comforting.

You’ve just set down the last one, a note he left in the middle of a crossword puzzle—“How do you always know the words I can’t think of? I love you.”—when your phone buzzes on the nightstand.

It’s him.

You answer on the first ring, not even caring if he’ll be able to hear the lingering sleepiness in your voice. “Spencer?” you say, unable to help the warmth in your tone.

“Did I wake you?” His voice is soft, low, and there’s a hint of worry in it.

“Not really. I couldn’t sleep,” you reply. There’s a beat of silence before you add, “I was reading some of your notes.”

The smile in his voice is unmistakable. “You kept those?”

“All of them.” You can practically feel his surprise through the line. “It helps. You know, with you being away.”

He hums softly, a sound you know means he’s thinking. “Do you have a favourite?”

There’s a hundred favourites, but you know the answer without hesitating. “The one on the mirror, about the coffee. I don’t think anyone’s ever noticed something like that before.”

The line goes quiet for a moment, but you know he’s smiling. “I think about those little things a lot,” he admits. “I keep thinking about how much I miss you. I know I’ll be back in a few days, but it doesn’t stop me from wishing it was sooner.”

Your heart tightens, and you can’t help but imagine him sitting in some unfamiliar hotel room, thinking of you just as much as you’re thinking of him. “I miss you, too,” you whisper, barely able to keep your voice steady.

There’s another pause, the comforting kind, where neither of you needs to say anything. It’s enough just to be together, even like this.

“Do you want to hear about the case?” he asks gently, as if he’s afraid you’ll say no. You do, because it’s part of him, and you always want to know. So he tells you, his voice a familiar comfort in the dark, weaving through the details with that measured precision he’s so good at. You listen, nodding at the right places, even though he can’t see you, letting his words settle over you like a lullaby.

When he’s finished, there’s a soft exhale on the other end of the line. “Do you have any notes for me?” he asks, the hint of a tease in his voice.

“I could think of a few,” you say with a smile, glancing down at the scattered pages on your bed. “Maybe a sticky note on your phone: ‘Call your girlfriend as soon as the plane lands.’”

You can hear his smile widen. “I think I can manage that.” His voice softens, the words almost like a whisper. “I’ll keep leaving them, you know. Notes, I mean. Just in case.”

“In case of what?”

“In case you ever need a reminder. That I love you. That I notice the little things. That I’ll be there, even if it takes a while.”

You’re quiet, just for a moment, because the words stick in your throat. He always knows how to get to the heart of things, how to make you feel so understood. “I don’t need a reminder for that,” you say. “But I’ll still read them every time I miss you.”

“Then I guess it’s a good thing I’ve written so many,” he murmurs, the warmth in his voice unmistakable. “Get some sleep, okay? I’ll be home before you know it.”

You nod, letting your eyes close. “I love you, Spencer.”

“I love you, too,” he replies, his voice like a gentle embrace over the line. “Sleep well.”

The call ends, but you hold the phone to your chest, listening to the quiet in your room. For the first time in days, it doesn’t feel lonely. Spencer may be miles away, but his words are here, resting against your heart, waiting for you in every corner of every room.

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caramelpeaching · 12 days ago

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COCCINEUM — (park sunghoon)

pairing. vampire!sunghoon x human!reader

word count. 7k

genre. smut (with plot)

warnings. blood mentions (he's a vampire), dom!sunghoon, oral (f. & m. receiving), hair pulling, spanking (just one smack tbh), fingering, degrading & praise (not much, he's just a little mean sometimes), multiple orgasms (f.), overstimulation, pet names, a little of aftercare, reader's best friend is a dick

synopsis. There's nothing weirder than coming home from shopping at night and remembering absolutely nothing, but what if a pretty face makes you remember everything? Maybe the weirdest thing was him all this time.

Walking alone through the empty streets during night time wasn't something that made people feel comfortable, and you weren't the exception. Your ears pricked up with every little noise, and when something cracked, your head turned to that direction.

Nothing.

There was nothing behind you, nothing that would have cracked a single tree branch that was now laying on the paved ground. Your grip on your bag tightened, ready to start running away as far as you could from that almost completely dark alley. The first time you thought about it it didn't seem as bad of an idea to shortcut through this barely iluminated one. Your steps quickened, but when you were halfway crossing it, the only postlight flickered a few times, finally turning off in front of your eyes. And he knew it was his time to act.

A hand wrapped its fingers around your wrist, turning you around and pressing your back against one of the walls of the buildings that formed the alley. A sudden urge to flee the scene hit you like a cold water bucket being thrown on your face, your free hand still holding the bag they gave you at the 24h shop, and a quick swing from it gave you hopes of leaving.

The guy smirked at your attempt of self-defense, stopping the swing with his other arm, covering the side of his face. "That wasn't a very nice thing to do, hm?" His voice was nothing more than a whisper, sending chills down your back. And at the feeling of your knees and feet trying to land some hits on his legs, which you oblivious to it all thought were pretty much good kicks, his features only got slightly annoyed. With knitted perfect brows, he talked to you again. "You're a troublesome. Stop struggling, be good and avoid moving, you'll end up hurting yourself more."

"No! Let me go!" You shouted, letting the bag land with a loud thud onto the ground. Taking advantage of your new freely hand, you pressed it hard against his cheek, pushing his face away some inches. "Go away! What do you even want?!"

He complained with a low growl, both of your hands on top of your head, pinned to the wall in less than a second . "What do I want?" It was a sarcastic tone, mocking you. "For you to shush and make things easier for both of us. I'm starving."

"Take it all then, take the whole bag!" Your eyes wandered to the ground, some snacks boxes fell out of the plastic and now were all over the paved street.

"Do I seem like the type of guy to eat that shit?"

His words rumbled on your eardrums, the sigh of that cocky grin appearing again on the commissure of his lips, revealing his teeth. Long, sharp fangs emerging from his gums, upper ones passing his lower lip. Scoffing was all you could do, incredulous at what you were seeing. "Nice joke." You mumbled, not too sure if it actually was one, they looked so real.

The tall guy used his other hand to yank your hair and pull your head to the side, getting a gasp from your side and leaving an open espace to fit his face. "I'm upset you think it's a joke, but if you want to believe so... Whatever makes you the happiest, doll." A shiver started at your neck and ended at your toes when the warmes of a bigger and harder tongue licked a small spot near to your collarbone, making you freeze. "Finally noticed how real this is, huh?" He chuckled.

You shook your head from side to side, refusing to process that it was all real as he was telling you. "Please. Please, don't." A little whisper slipped out of your throat, his face lifting when he heard your pleas, eyes glowing in a now redish tone, different from his previous dark color.

"Don't what? You need to be more specific about this one."

Each time his voice entered your ears and the vibrations reached the deepest point in them you could feel how you lost yourself, little by little. The tone of his voice, the shimmer in his eyes as he looked at yours, the way his claws brushed on your scalp, and how good it felt his wet muscle over your sensitive skin, right above the pulse of your carotid artery. "D-don't bite me." You finally begged.

His face disappeared again on your neck, his fangs tracing patters, lines that went up and down on a single path. "How hopeful are you? Or maybe just a dumb little prey." Soft nibbles were left around that same wet spot. "Did you just ask a vampire not to bite you while we're like this, pretty?" Something caught his attention, because one more time those eyes that your body was starting to be forced to love, scanned your traits. "Oh? What are those? Shhh..." He shushed you, the tip of his tongue cleaning all of the tears that had your cheeks stained. The moment he finished, a sweeter smile was directed to you. "Come on, I know you can behave. You're already half lost, it's not like you can do anything else. I'll make it hurt as little as possible, alright? That's it, just nod for me."

Like he asked you to do, you did no more shaking of your head, just nods. Your tears got wiped away just to feel the warmth of his saliva instead, or maybe what stayed over your puffy cheeks was a mix of both.

When he saw how you stayed still, completely drunk on his essence, he let go of your hair and wrists. Your eyes closed and a sting made you whine, holding his shoulder as tightly as you could, a weak grasp if you were to ask him later. The side of your face pressing lightly on top of his hair as he bit down and after a good half a minute, the needles-like fangs came out of the new holes of your neck. "How are you feeling?" He asked, detaching from you just while he spoke, returning to lap over the two marks, cleaning all the blood that escaped after he ended the bite. You hummed, eyes still closed. "Need you to answer me. I might be a bloodsucker, and I'm sorry for that. But I'm not a killer." He cupped your cheek, holding your face up to make eye contact with you once he stood up straight. "Now tell me, what's your name?" Your name came out in a murmur, not having too much strenght to answer his question. "And what time is it now, more or less?"

"It's... it's 2AM?" You replied, more like a question, because you had no idea of how much time had passed since you left the convenience store. "Good. Yes, it's 2AM. And I think it's time for you to head back home, something bad could happen to you." He said, almost like if being bitten by a vampire wasn't something to be worried, or like if he wasn't the one that did so. He left your body pressed on the wall to crouch down and pick up the bag that fell from your hand time ago. "Here, you remember where your house is?" He handed it to you. "Y-yeah, yeah." You could notice how the tingles that covered your whole neck finally stopped, and that half-drunk state you were induced also started to vanish from your system. And like that, with a bit of his help, you took the firsts step towards your destination.

Weeks went by and the memories from that weird walk back home weren't returning to your mind in the slightest, everything was a blank in your mind. To be fair it was more like a red, because one thing was clear, that iron taste on the deepests parts of your throat lasted for the next three days. The more you thought about it the less clear things appeared to be, your clothes were all good placed, nothing from your bag disappeared, and not a single bruise was left on your skin. But a pretty face always seemed to be part of your foggy memories. Pale tone, dark hair, dark ey-

"Hey, what are you thinking about?" A strong voice made presence in your bedroom. Clouds evaporated your mind while your eyes followed his steps, closer to your bed. "Don't tell me you have a new guy." Your friend lightly chuckled.

"Oh, come on. I would have told you if that was the case." You joked with him, moving your hand in the air in front of you as a way of denying his assumptions.

"You know, if you need anything you can just tell me." He winked back, that grin he always had while trying to flirt with you, even though you couldn't count with the fingers of your hand how many times you have told him you weren't interested.

You rolled your eyes, holding back a frustated laugh. "Sure, sure." And by the time your eyes finished blinking to open back again, he grabbed you by your forearm, pulling you up and handing you that tight dress you said you'd be wearing for tonight. Just to go out with him to a random modern pub in the middle of the town. "Okay, I'll get going."

"Perfect, don't want us to be late."

Nodding your head while you stepped inside of your bathroom and closing the door behind you, you sighed. Your makeup was already done, so all that was left was getting dressed. The main reason you were going out past midnight was only him, he asked you to go together, enthusiastic. So you couldn't bring yourself to reply with a single no to your childhood friend, and here you were.

Loud music banged your head, the mix of the alcohol and a bunch of people wasn't as a great idea as your friend told you. His hand was already around your waist, his lips closer than they ever were and on the current state nothing was seen like a bad action anymore.

"Should have stayed at your apartment, hm?" You ears barely understood his slurred speech, and if he was like that, yours was probably the same since both of you drank exactly what the other one orderer.

"But we're having fun, so I gues- Oh! It's him! I think it's him!" Your eyes widened, quickly pulling away from your drinking partner and pushing people on your way to reach for that tall guy.

You were able to hear the calls of your name, not paying much attention to him. Once that handsome looks were in front of you again, you reached for his arm, his jacket between your fingers. And you were met with a surprised stare. "Do you-" He cough, trying to get away from your grip. "I think you got the wrong person."

You blinked your eyes a few times while you took in all of his traits, you remembered that moles, the way his lips moved and the way they got closer and closer to your neck.

No.

They weren't getting closer to you, he was indeed trying to run away from you, waiting for the moment in which you let his jacket go. But you could swear they got closer at you at some point.

You shook your head, looking up into his eyes. "You're the guy from that night! What did you do to me? I can't remember anything, you must have drugge-!"

This time his fingers were the ones pressing against your body, to your mouth, covering it before your screams continued. Screams that were saying something he didn't even do to you. "You are drunk, think before you accuse me of doing such thing." He furrowed his brows, holding your stare. His eyes made you want to trip and fall all over him, who wouldn't want that? But there was something else apart from that frustation gaze over you, or perhaps it was just your drunk self trying to see things. Either way, you sensed a bit of fear in them.

A fist crossed between your bodies, hitting 'hard' against his chest. Reactions very different from one side to the other, a small grunt from the guy and a few messed up words from part of your friend, who you didn't know how he got to you in the first place. And finally the people around of you doing an 'oooh', loud enough to catch the stares of what you supposed was a bouncer. Big shoulders approaching towards the three of you and kicking you out like if he was throwing away a feather from his clothes.

"I did nothing! He was harrassing my girl, yeah, that was what he was doing!" Your friend claimed, shouting at the bouncer under the tired eyes of the other guy, arms crossed in front of his chest, not even attemption to touch you.

The bouncer left, leaving you three out in the cold of the night. "I'm not your girl." You mumbled, pointing a finger at your male friend.

He replied with a groan, shrugging his shoulder, completely changed demeanor. "Weren't saying the same back there." A hand placed on your hips, dangerously getting closer to your buttock.

You were quick enough to grab it before he could actually squeeze it, pulling it up and then off your body. "It wasn't like that. I didn't... Just forget about it." Your voice lowered, not feeling that comfortable to speak with him again about the theme in which he was so persisent, even most of your female friends told you to stop hanging out with him.

During a normal day, he would have backed up, laughing away the situation and not mencioning it for at least a whole day. But tonight wasn't the case. He took hold of your arm, keeping you close to him and tilting his chin up a bit, towering over you. You tried to step back one more time, not wanting to engage into an argument with him or into whatever he was planning on doing. "We both know you really want it, stop acting like this."

His words were much more than your patience could take and a pull from your side was enough to make him do the same. With the slight difference that his was stronger. And with a wrong step on your high heels your knees ended up on the ground, he releasing you from his grip.

A figure grew quickly from the ground, the guy that before was sitting on the end of the street, feet touching the road and arms over knees, was now in front of you. He held a hand to you while giving you his back, facing your friend, making a shield between the two of you. "She doesn't want to, drop it."

"What the hell would you know?!"

"She just told you." He replied, helping you get up when you took his hand. "You're both drunk, just go to your house and eat something."

"I'm not gonna leave her alone with you, creep." You saw how the chest of your friend grew bigger from behind the guy's back, his hand still holding yours, not letting you go from his side.

"And I'm not gonna leave her alone with a drunk man either."

Five minutes after that, you three were at the bus stop, waiting for the night bus to arrive since none of you brought a car, direction to your house they said.

Your eyes slowly opened, a snore heard a few rooms away. You were at your apartment, the alarm clock marked past 5AM, an unusual hour to wake up.

The last thing you remembered from last night was you giving the unknown dude your keys because you weren't able to open your own door. So with a slow movement you sat up on your bed, your image on the mirror telling you that the dress was still on. The first steps after standing up always felt weird, even more now that your mind was between being drunk and having a hangover, but you made your way to the living room successfully.

"What are you doing awake?" A voice received you, his eyes fixated on you before you fully stepped out of the hallway.

"Could ask the same." You marked, leaning against the wall, eyes fighting to be completely open.

He cleared his throat, nervous, then moved his head towards the body of your friend lying on the couch, snoring. "Need to look after both of you, I don't know what he is capable of doing."

"But aren't you sleepy at all?" Your eyebrow raised, scanning him. He was sitting at the armchair next to the couch, one of his legs over his other knee and his phone between his hands.

"Not really." He simply stated. "But you should go back to sleeping."

"I'll go later, now I'm curious. What's your name?"

"Sunghoon."

A silence settled on the room after his answer, your arms crossing in front of you. "You didn't ask mine, so you already know." His lips parted, ready to speak up, but you started before. "I know you were the one from that night. I can hardly remember things, just speak up about what happened, you're literally on the living room of my home."

"I can't." He hesitated, looking away from your eyes.

"You can, or I'll go to the police, now I know your name."

"No need, I swear. I just..." His hands pushed back his hair, fingers between his dark locks. He sighed, shaking his head. "Hear me out, I really can't."

You stepped closer, ready to ask again, when a humming sound turned both of your stares towards your friend, sleeping. Taking a deep breath, you calmed yourself down. If he wanted to hurt you, you'd have already been hurt. So you ended up walking, looking down at him and grabbing his jacket from his arm, just like you did at the pub. He stood up, not bothering to put resistance when you guided him to the hallway. "Now explain." You whispered.

His expression was unpleasant, brows knitted just a little, shoulders rigid and his fingers expanding and contracting from time to time. "You wouldn't believe me, there's no sense in trying to explain. Now, please go back to sleep." He hissed the last sentence, his right hand forming a fist around the edge of his jacket.

"At least try it. All you're achieving like this is for me to get angrier."

He gulped, another shook, the front strands of his hair waving at the same pace.

The hand that left his jacket when you brought him to the hallway returned back to it, bringing him a bit closer, making him look at you. "Spit it out."

"Stop it." He snapped at you, holding your wrist back. "Are you that curious to know?"

"Yeah, I am. I want to know why the fuck I don't remember shit from a night and the last thing I saw was your stupid face."

"Good, because I'm hungry."

You turned into confussion, about to signal towards the kitchen when the hand previously on your wrist took your waist, turning you to have your back against the wall. He half crouched, the index finger of his other hand brushing over your knee, making you squirm, it hurt. Your mind connected dots, the only way of you to have a bruise there was the moment you fell in front of the pub's doors.

"Tasted so good last time. That idiot put to waste some of it." He whispered, complaining. And then he placed his pointer on the tip of his tongue, closing his eyes at the contact. Eyes widening, you tried to move, but his grip was too strong to fight back, so you submerged your own fingers in his hair. "I'm sorry." He muttered before the whole surface of his tongue licked up your bruised knee. Legs shaking at the feeling, and just to make it worse, sloppy wet kisses followed after the lick, each one higher up your inner thigh.

"W-what...?" The air inside of your lungs left you as your only word escaped your lips.

He grabbed your hips, keeping you pressed against the wall and slowly lifting your leg up to place it over his shoulder. "Keep your legs like that, I know it's not the most comfortable one, but it's been a time since I bit down here."

Your brain felt blank, no reaction, no words, no complains, just nods. And the beginning of a pool forming on your underwear.

"Don't scream, you'll wake him up. And I don't want any interruptions until I'm full." Another nod. The kisses transformed into him dragging his teeth over your skin, then soft nibbles, and at the end there were only two fangs digging on your inner thigh, making their way through blood vessels.

You pulled his hair, tears rolling down your cheeks and falling down on your chest, some of them ending at his scalp even. The effort you put into not separating your lips and cry out his name was huge. His fangs pulled out, the numbing feeling too obvious to pass unnoticeable, but his wet muscle now lapped over the two dots that you still hadn't seen. When his head raised and his eyes checked yours, the feeling of a sticky, wet trail went down your thigh until it reached the floor.

His finger cleaned the blood trail, sucking on it after bringing it to his mouth and pulling it out making a 'pop' noise. His thumb reaching out for the inner part again and slowly massaging where he bit the previous seconds. "You wouldn't have believed me." He murmured, keeping it quiet as well to not wake up the sleeping drunk at the couch.

Speechless, you looked down at the two marks, slowly healing in front of your eyes. "Why-" You stopped, breath hitching because of the crying from before. "Why I don't remember anything?"

"Do you think you'd have slept fine if you knew there were bloodsuckers all around at night, searching for someone in the dark to sink their teeth?" Eyes still down, you shook your head, no verbal response to his question. "Then that's why."

"How? I mean, yeah. How? Why are you a... vampire?"

"I was turned into one, that's the main reason."

"No, but- None of this makes any sense."

He scoffed. "I know." Getting up from the floor and wrapping his hands around both of your sides to help you stand up in front him. You mentally thanked him, he was the one who made your leg numb.

"So, you were there to bite someone?" You questioned him, keeping one of your hands over his shoulder to wait until you felt your limb again.

"Eat. Don't say it like that, if I wasn't hungry I wouldn't do it."

"But it's what you do."

"I don't care. I just do it to eat, it's not like I can choose to stop doing it. I tried starving myself the night I saw you, I feel better knowing you don't remember how it started."

Head tilting to the side and frowning, you asked him. "Why would you starve yourself?"

He ran his fingers through his hair one more time. "I tried to. But now I know it doesn't work at all." You just stared back at his face, as if telling him to keep explaining it. "I couldn't hold it back. I ended up biting the first person that crossed past the street, you." His factions were almost disgusted, probably at himself. "I mean, it's your nature. We all have to eat, like you like to say it, you just do it differently."

"You thought I was trying to rape you." He spat out, looking at your eyes for a moment, his breath shaky. "Each time I've done it I get them to forget the sick part where they are bitten by someone that they think it's just a human. But I was so out of my damned mind that I couldn't do it right to you."

"Hey, hey. Calm down." Your hand landed softly over his shoulder, pointing to the living room with your head.

He sighed, nodding, but still freaking out about it. "You don't get it. What if one day I lose complete control?"

"You won't." You tried to reassure him, not too sure of what to say. The way his eyes looked so desperate made your heart ache for some reason still unknown. All you knew about this guy was his name, and that he was a vampire. "You can... you can bite me whenever you need it."

His eyes widened in shock, looking for any sign of regret in your words.

"Thank you."

Your nails were digging on the fabric of his sweatpants while his lips pressed against the inner part of your forearm. It had been almost two weeks since you promised to let him feed from your own blood, and here he was, last week was the same, maybe a little more uncomfortable.

"Ready?" Sunghoon asked in a low tone, the warmth of his breath mixing with your wet skin from his saliva. You nodded, the grip on his pants tightening, preparing yourself for the weird feeling. And sharp fangs perfored you again, in a new spot. The marks from the last times were already gone, it was true that thanks to him even the bruise you had on your knee from that fall healed in just two days.

With eyes closed, you gulped. Blood pumping faster through your veins at the anxiety you started to feel due to holding back the whines your throat wanted to release. He made a soft noise, vibrating over your forearm, letting you know that he was feeling it as well. Your belly flooded with butterflies at his sound, not able to keep biting down on your lower lip and letting out a cry. And after a first one, the rest just came out.

One of his hands reached down to brush his thumb on your palm, moving your hand as his lips continued sucking blood out of your body to finally interwind his fingers with yours, now your nails switched to dig on his hand instead of the fabric.

Having you like that, he lasted a little more than a minute until his fangs were dragged out of the flesh, cleaning any drop that fell out. "Look at me, are you doing alright?"

His words made you lift your eyelids, meeting with his gaze between a courtain of tears that accumulated on your eyes. Your lips closed as quickly as you remembered the situation, cheeks flushed while thinking about how he heard all of your whimpers. With a squeeze on your hand, he used his free one to wipe the tears that clouded your vision. The vampire looked so immersed in his world, taking care of you, your body leaned forward on its own without giving you any time to rethink about it. A peck planted on his lips.

Before you knew how it happened, he was pulling you on top of his hips, holding your thighs for you to straddle him as the kiss deepened, letting you taste the weird iron flavor from your blood. You broke the contact after almost a whole minute, breathless. His eyes opened for the first time since your kissing session had begun. "Is this your way of telling me to go gentler? Because I really like it." He joked, hard breathing too.

A giggle from your part filled the living room. "Always making me cry."

"Next time I should try not making you spill a single tear. But for today it's enough. And you should actually go and have some check-ups. I'm worried you might develop anemia."

"What if they ask me questions, huh?" You raised a brow, a grin growing on the corner of your lips.

"I don't know, just say you donated blood." He shrugged back at you, same smile forming on his face now.

"Donated indeed. You should start to pay me for being a personal pantry."

"You offered first." He excused himself, teasing you. "But I guess I could take you out to a café. You eat, I eat."

"Don't try buying me. I accept, though."

You were sure a few of the waiters looked at the two of you a bit weirded out, but it wasn't like he could do anything about it. While you finished telling your order Sunghoon only denied politely when they asked him if he wanted anything. And the moment he paid for your sweet snacks and drink, maybe they had the concept of a sugardaddy in their minds.

"Can't you like... I don't know, maybe drink a juice?" You asked him, turning slightly on the front passager's seat in his car to look at him.

He shrugged. "Don't think so." He replied, eyes on the road in front of him. "Last time I tried it was a few years ago and it only gave me bellyache. Plus I don't feel like it."

"That's true! Don't you have cravings of things you ate before?"

"Not really." Sunghoon smirked, eyeing at your face through the corner of his eyes. "All the cravings I've been getting lately were your blood."

Your cheeks blushed ever so slightly, body squirming on the seat to try and hold the wave of electricity that crossed your four limbs thanks to his words. "Shut up. Is that your way of flirting, Mr. vampire?"

Sunghoon chuckled, holding the steering wheel a bit tighter under your teases. "You don't like it? Or you just need more pick-up lines?"

"Show me what else you've got." You said, half of a grin forming on the side edge of your lips.

He cleared his throat, exaggerating his cough. "So, are you a blood moon? Because each time you appear I get so hungry for you."

A gasp escaped your mouth, turning into a little scoff later. "Okay, okay. I get it." You continued laughing, moving your hand in the air to tell him to stop. "You can eat whenever we arrive to your apartment."

"Maybe we can try a new place this time."

You raised your brow. "New place?"

"Yeah, like I have already done it on the neck, thigh, and both forearms." He explained, the closer hand to you confidently reaching your knee to trail his fingertips on your expossed skin. "Where else should we try?"

You got shivers all over your leg, but mostly right where his fingers touched. "I don't know." You almost murmured, eyes focused on the way his hand roamed. "Where do you think it's a good place?" You really tried to sound as calm as possible, but your speech betrayed you.

The little giggle of Sunghoon made the shivers expand to the rest of your body, his palm now pressing down instead of just the tip of his fingers. "I need take a look first, hm? Just to decide the most appetising."

Between the talking, after he showed you his bedroom, you couldn't keep your lips to yourself any longer. And it seemed that he couldn't either. The build up tension from the ride in his car made it all explode when he sat at the edge of his bed, pulling you towards him.

His kisses traveled towards your collarbone, nibbling softly at the most fleshy parts. He grabbed the hem of your top, rising it so slow it could kill you. "Do I have permission?" The whisper made you nod instantly, legs shaky at each side of his thighs.

The sound of his breath just got heavier with every time your hips went down to met up with his on a slight brush. Rushed hands pulled your upper part over your head and threw it on the side of his bed, ready to do the same with your bra, you stopped him by kissing his lips.

Sunghoon kept his hands on your sides, sliding up and down over the exposed skin in front of him. "Lemme take it off." He murmured, pulling away just enough to let his words land on your face instead of in your mouth.

Too immersed to say something back, you grabbed his hands, bringing them to your back to undo the bra. "Not fair." You pointed at his sweater once the straps your underwear were around his fingers, not long after laying next to your top.

"You can do whatever you want, sweetheart. So quit that pout and start acting." He smirked back at you, leaning back while resting on his palms.

Heat burned your cheeks while your nipples hardened because of the lack of cover. But you didn't care enough to try and hide them from him, just like he did to you, you took off his sweater and t-shirt all at once. "You go to the gym, don't lie to me." Eyes wandering along his tonned arms and down to his abdomen.

"Maybe." He laughed it off, already bringing his hands to your waist when you placed yours on his thighs, throwing your knees to the floor of his apartment.

A hard swallow from his part was obvious, short nails burying on his bedsheets at the sound of his zip going down and the unbuttoning of his pants. Doe eyes looked up at him, licking your lower lip before grabbing the elastic of his underwear. "Do I also have permission?"

His reply began with a huff, bitting down the tip of his tongue while he took a deep breath. "Don't tease."

"I'm just asking, Hoon. Being kind is teasing?"

"Go down already or I'll do it myself."

"Yes, sir."

With a last grin, you finally pulled his boxers down enough to release his already throbbing member. Testing the waters first with the tip, you gave it kitten licks, followed by a long one from his base to the top. And then took it.

Some minutes passed that felt like hours for him and his head tilted backwards with eyes closed was the last thing you saw before being yanked up by your hair, getting a little whine from you. His hands reached for your armpits to lift you from the puffy carpet, throwing you to the edge of the bed. "Second drawer." He directed you, signaling towards the right nightstand.

Your body crawled until opening it, a package of condoms in it. You grabbed two and tossed them to the pillows, closing the drawer afterwars.

He returned to your side, fully nude, and pinned you down to his sheets by your hips. "Seems like I ain't the only one that knows how to suck." A smirk formed on his face, eyes devouring your lips. "I'll keep it in mind for the future."

Your shy smile was all he got in return, a little blush tinting your cheeks.

"Oh don't look at me like that." Sunghoon's voice lowered, scoffing as he extended his arm to grab one of the condoms and throwing it on your chest. "Keep the hard work, you want a reward after, right pretty?"

Holy heavens you wanted a reward if he said it in that tone. Quickly you started to flip the the plastic square on your hands, trying to open it by one of its corners safely. So focused on your task that you only realized that he had went down your body when your pants slipped down your thighs and later your ankles.

Soft fingertips rubbed against the stained fabric of your underwear, and as a reflex your legs closed around his hand.

"Open." He simply stated, waiting for you to obey. And while the condom fell next to you on the bed, your legs spread again. "Now keep 'em like that. I don't like repeating myself."

You were about to nod but instead his sudden pull of your panties stole a gasp from you, not long after his lips wandered over the soft flesh of your thighs until they reached between your folds. He was definitely enjoying your hands grabbing his dark locks and hearing moan after moan coming out of your mouth.

His tongue flickered on your clit from time to time, he could tell how good it felt by how your hips searched for his wet muscle every time he changed to your entrance, and yet Sunghoon was still teasing you only.

"Fuck, stop that." You whined back to him, complaining about his lack of care at the swollen bundle of nerves.

And just like that his head raised from between your legs. "You should stop being so goddamn greedy." His words were accompanied by a small smack at your thigh. "Is this what you wanted me to do? Stop, huh?"

Your hands ached as you kept them now fisting the sheets of his bed, you were fighting your urge to do the work by yourself, but the need for him was greater. So you shook your head, looking up at his eyes with puppy ones.

"What should you have said then, hm?"

"Please..."

"Please what? Something else, right?"

"Keep going, please. I want more."

His cocky smile returned, hands caressing up and down your legs. "That's more like it." He whispered and lowered himself again, this time pressing his middle and ring fingers against your slit. "Gonna quit the bitchy acting if I give it to you?"

Your moans mixed with the soft voice in which you replied to him. "I promise."

And with that the vampire nodded, taking his fingers out of you and holding them closer to your mouth while his other hand grabbed the half opened condom wrapper. Your task was pretty clear, wasn't it? So you did your best to leave them clean before he put the protection on himself.

"Turn. Hold the pillow, I want that ass up." How could you disobey.

It didn't take long for you to be barely keeping yourself together while crying face deep into the pillow, last of both yours and his worries how stained it would be with your messed mascara. He didn't even gave you time to adjust when his hips started with this sickening pace, and he still continued with the same power.

Low groans that transformed into whines sometimes were all you could hear from his part, too focused on hitting that sweet spot he found a few minutes ago and that was making you see stars.

You turned your head to the side, taking a deep breath of warm air, yet cooler than the one you had been fighting to breath with your face burried. "Close. Hoon, 'm there." Was all you said before feeling his body leaning down, one of his fingers rubbing you between your legs as his fangs brushed against your nape.

"Let go, pretty."

It all turned dark, even his pants were muted after the orgasm. The only thing you could feel was his length pushing through your clenching walls, he was fucking you throughout it, and it was like heaven until you came back to your senses and overstimulation hit you like a train.

"Sunghoon!" Your cry also brought him back to reality, seeing your trembling thighs holding your weight up and the mess that dripped down one of them.

His broken moans followed his own rhythm, pushing your limits as you kept half crying his name. So he finally pulled out, turning you around in a swift to leave your back on the mattress.

"We're not done yet, see?" He mumbled, strocking himself twice in front of your tired gaze, which only got a soft hum from your part. "Oh, come here. I promise to draw one more from you as well."

Sunghoon's hands then grabbed you by your armpits, lifting you and while he moved over the bed to rest his back against the headboard, he positioned you straddling his hips. Pushing it back in the moment he got you there.

"Try bouncing, don't think too much about it." He cooed and you started. It was slow due to how tired you felt, but each time your body went down his tip kissed your insides so delightfully. And you couldn't help but rest your forehead on his shoulder. "That's it, just like that. But raise your head, lemme see you."

One of his hands did it for you, cupping your cheek to then wipe away the mix of tears and smeared mascara. Oh God he couldn't look prettier right now, brushing his thumbs all over your face while his lips inched closer to yours, just to pull you into a long tender kiss that lasted until you broke it to catch some oxygen.

But his lips trailed down, leaving wet kisses all the way to the upper part of your breast. With his other hand he supported your hips, helping you go up and down around him and from time to time he moved it to your front, circling his finger over your clit. "Feels good?"

"Yeah." You breathed out, eyes struggling to remain open.

"Focus on that, alright?"

A loud gasp filled his room. His fangs digging on the soft flesh of your breast made you pull on his hair, scratch his back and bite down on your lower lip. He sucked, his hand leaving your face to hold your thigh as well, making you bounce with ease while keeping the other entertained with your bud. And just like that he had you there again, the only difference being that now he was also reaching his climax with you. You felt his member twitching surrounded by pulsating gummy walls, and the next thing was lips peppering your freshly bitten skin with pecks.

His gentle smile found you after slowly opening your eyes, arms hugging you against his body for you to hide into the crook of his neck.

"I'll clean this mess including you later, for now get some sleep." Sunghoon mumbled, leaving a kiss on the top of your head. "But no makeup next time, princess."

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guess

[carlos sainz x reader]

desc: you and carlos have been adamantly denying dating rumours for months, and a risky game of truth or dare reveals a secret you’ve been trying to keep.

warnings: alcohol, drivers are all drunk, maxiel crumbs, flashing underwear, slight exhibitionism, this is pretty PG tbh!

a/n: inspired by guess by charli xcx ofc. this was fun and my horny little brain wants to do a very cheeky part 2 so lmk if you want! (update: here is part 2! love yas) thanks 4 the love on my last few posts, requests are of course open for any of the drivers, love ya mwah mwah mwah!

this work contains suggestive themes, minors do not interact

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the after-party to the after-party was always guaranteed to be interesting, to say the least. it was the last race before the summer break, and you and the other drivers had hit the club in celebration only to end up sat around in max’s penthouse hotel room, heads still reeling from the amount of alcohol you’d all consumed. not so much the amount, really, but more that none of you drank during the races so your tolerance wasn’t what it could be. max, always opting for a bigger and nicer hotel room than probably necessary, was sat on his bed beside daniel, whilst you, carlos, and lando were opposite them on a plush sofa set. as per usual, you were the last 5 drivers standing after the more sensible of the bunch had retired to their own rooms. a bottle of wine sat open and half empty on the small coffee table beside a more full bottle of tequila, and the conversation was flowing amongst you like the 3am breeze that was flowing through the open balcony door.

you were trying not to pay too much attention to carlos; you’d been secretly seeing each other for a while, and usually it was easier to hide but alone with just 3 of your close friends you figured it was only a matter of time before one of them caught on to something. of course, they had, and it was lando in particular that noticed your distinct effort to not look at carlos at all tonight.

“we should play a game,” he said slowly, mischievous grin on his face.

daniel responded in agreement, max raising an eyebrow. “we’re not playing spin the bottle.”

“why is that always your first thought, max?” you laughed. carlos smiled and sipped his wine, enjoying the sound of your teasing laughter.

“truth or dare,” daniel said suddenly. “dare max to play spin the bottle!”

you all laughed again, apart from max who rolled his eyes. “no, no, i pick truth.”

“ok,” carlos noted. “if you had to race for any other team, where would you go?”

max pretended to think for a moment before replying. “nowhere. you’re all shit.”

“sorry, who just won in spa?” you exclaimed, recounting your latest victory in the mercedes. “and piastri finished ahead of you too.”

“ok, fine,” max replied in defeat. “i’m not answering.”

“that’s not the game!” lando eyed up the tequila. “if you don’t answer, or you don’t answer truthfully,” he shot a pointed look towards you and carlos, “you have to take a shot.”

you groaned. “i think we’ve all drunk enough, norris.”

he raised his hands innocently. “guess we’ll all have to play the game properly then.”

a couple of rounds later, you’d all done at least one more shot, a few team principals would be waking up to an interesting text in the morning, and daniel had salt on his bare stomach after you’d made max do a shot from his belly button. the questions were becoming increasingly dirty, you just narrowly avoiding a particularly evil fuck marry kill from daniel. it was carlos’s turn again, the spaniard sat back lazily next to you.

“truth or dare, carlitos,” lando baited with that same mischievous smile.

“truth.”

“i want you to guess,” he crowed. “what colour underwear y/n is wearing.”

a light blush tinged his tan cheeks. he knew full well what colour your underwear was, having taken it both on and off in the club bathroom not too long ago.

“fuck.” he looked to the shot glass on the table. he was already far too drunk, and not in the mind to be smart enough to just lie.

“red,” he answered, making it sound like a guess.

lando smirked. “interesting. y/n, truth or dare.”

“it’s not my turn,” you protested, looking to max and daniel who were just as eager to get some truth out of you both. you rolled your eyes, stupidly letting your mouth speak before your brain. “fine. dare.”

lando looked you dead in the eyes, then to carlos.

“i dare you to show us what colour your underwear is.”

the aftertaste of the tequila was still sweet in your mouth and the thought of another shot made you a little nauseous. fuck it, you thought. guess this was one way to let the cat out of the bag. it wasn’t like the guys hadn’t seen your underwear before; you were admittedly somewhat of a party girl, the tiny skirts you wore left little to the imagination and you’d been around them in a bikini more times than you could count anyway.

carlos watched you with apprehension, unsure of what you were going to do but comfortable enough with the guys to know what happened in this hotel room would stay here, and if you wanted to give them a flash of the perfect ass he got to grab onto every night whilst he fucked you then he was ok with that too. in fact, his jeans tightened slightly at the passing thought of fucking you in front of them to really show who’s you were.

you stood up, grabbing onto the arm of the sofa for support as you found your balance.

“you’re a perv, lando, asking to see my panties,” you teased. max and daniel had a matching look of amusement, the latter wolf-whistling as you turned around and pushed the fabric of your mini dress up to your hips. red and lacy, fit snugly over your pretty ass. you dropped the fabric and sat back down, making eye contact with carlos who looked like he wanted to pounce on you there and then.

“lucky guess,” daniel quipped.

carlos finished his glass of wine and smirked. “didn’t have to guess.”

lando let out a cheer. “i knew it!” he shouted.

“you guys kind of suck at keeping secrets,” max added. “thanks for that little show though.”

“watch it, verstappen,” carlos countered, moving closer to you and placing a possessive hand at the top of your thigh. “wouldn’t want to have to give you a bigger show now, would i?”

one person asks and i’ll write a part two where he does in fact give them a bigger show

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