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SUGARDADDY!CONNIE! X SPOILED!BLACKFEM!READER
SUMMARY!!! connie tells yn no
WARNINGS!!! overstimulation, oral (f receiving), daddy kink, implied ‘age gap’, mentions of drug dealing, sex 18+!!
you’d been together with connie for a 6 years at this point. the two do you did everything together. he always made sure you were straight no matter what.
you’re his woman. his pride and joy. his headache.
just today: he’d taken you to brunch to help recover for your god awful hangover acquired by spending the night before taking shots of don julio with your friends. he took you to the hair store, buying you new bundles for the season change, then payed for the install. taking you to lunch after your hair was done. deciding you were getting tired of walking, you requested one last lap around the mall, which ultimately ended with connie wanting to see your nails a different color and a new set of lashes.
you’ve been gifted birkins, 24 karat bracelets, trips out of country just because, and even receiving a maybach for getting through your first year of college. everything you ever wanted, he made sure you got. no if, ands, or buts.
bouncing on the tippy toes of your pretty pink chanel slippers. the fresh white pedicure compliments the white lettering on your shoes. your eyes glaze over the stores extensive amount of new products. you wonder in awe as connie walked behind you, carrying your bags while his face is buried in his phone.
“oo! they have the two piece i’ve been wanting!” only hearing the paddling of your shoes, connie barely has time to look up before you and a PINK store associate were talking about the newly released thong set.
“you want it?” he asks simply, hand caressing the small of your exposed back.
“no i already have too much!” you shake your head, your fresh set of lashes batting against your face as you eyed the clothing. connie’s hand flags down the worker from earlier.
“can we get all if the color for this set, medium.” he places a few hundreds in the woman’s hands before she scurries off to fulfill the purchase.
“thank you, baby.” you giggle , giving him a small kiss on the cheek. the strawberry scented lipgloss leaves a transparent pink path on his face. which stays there. before you could bring up the fact that you were eyeing one more thing in the store, connie’s ringtone went off. he peers down before gazing back at you. placing a quick kiss to your lips, he slides away.
“give me one second, baby.”
he basically stormed out of the store, face twisted up.
from your view through the glass it looked like someone fucked something up. connie’s tattooed had runs across his head, sighing into the phone before shaking his head a final time, hanging up.
once he returned, the worker rushes a few bags over and the left over money from the exchange.
“keep it. ♡︎, let’s go.” he takes the bags carefully before heading for the exit. his tone was firm but still gentle enough that you didn’t feel offended.
-
finally back home, washing every piece of clothing you got today, you noticed your fiance was a little quieter than usual.
changing into something a little more comfortable, you walk out into the large penthouse living room.
“what’s wrong?” you quiz. his head shoots up from its resting position on his hand to shake his head.
“nothing princess. just some stuff i have to go handle in a few, you good?” he asked concerned.
“yeah you’ve just been like.. preoccupied away from me all day today! i just want some attention. can i come with?” the long red fur lined robe moved swiftly against your exposed brown skin as you did your little begging dance.
“whatchu’ mean i’ve been ignoring you? and not this time, princess. it’s something real important and i can’t risk some shit happening to you. we not finna do this.”
your motion stops as you stare a little dumbfounded. no? no?? jokingly sticking your acrylic inside your ear, wiggling it, pulling your finger back out to check. he got used to the dramatics years ago.
“what do you mean not this time, connie?” you only used his government when you were mad at him.
connie leans back in the leather chair, pinching the bridge of his nose as he watches you from across the room. he’s always been the one to say yes, to pull strings, to make things happen. you’ve always reveled in that—his power, his ability to hand you everything you could ever want, no questions asked. but this time, the look on his face is different.
“not. this. time.♡︎.” he says, his tone firm, his jaw tight.
“you’re joking?” you say, voice sharp, tinged with indignation. a small flabbergasted smile making its way into your face slowly.
he shakes his head, slow and deliberate.
“i’m serious, ♡︎. i can’t do this. not this time.”
for a moment, you’re stunned, the words hanging in the air between you like a challenge. then, like a flame catching kindling, the fury ignites.
“can’t ?” you spit, laughing abruptly, your voice rising. “or won’t?”
he doesn’t flinch. that only makes it worse.
“you’ll do everything else-” you continue, pacing now, your anger spilling out unchecked.
“-you’ll risk everything for everyone else, but the one time i ask for something that matters to me, suddenly it’s a problem?”
“♡︎, it’s not like that.” his voice is calm, measured, and it infuriates you more.
“then what is it like, connie? hm? you basically ignore me all day and now you wanna leave me here?” you shout, spinning to face him.
“because to me, it looks like you’re picking and choosing when i matter.”
he sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. you know he hates this side of you, the part that lashes out when things don’t go your way, but right now, you don’t care.
“im saying no because it’s not safe. you don’t see the bigger picture.” he says, his voice hardening slightly.
“don’t give me that fucking bullshit!” you scoff, crossing your arms.
“you think i don’t know what you’re wrapped up in? you think i don’t know how you make all this happen?” you gesture around, the designer bags, the jewelry, the life he’s built for you.
his silence speaks volumes, and it only fuels your rage.
“yn. im being polite with you. please don’t start this shit. and watch your fucking mouth, mama. im being calm.” his eyes growing more irritated and narrow. laughing in his face, you turn on your heels, walking back to the bedroom. disappearing down the lengthy hallway. you could hear the slow pads of connie’s feet following after you.
“fine! fuck you! didn’t wanna fucking go anyways.” you huff under your breath, slamming the tall room door behind you.
the man immediately flings the door back open, pointing to the bed.
“sit down. im not fucking asking you.” his jaw clenched tight.
finding yourself crawling onto the white king sized bed, sitting on your knees. the lacey black lingerie set underneath the red fur peeking through.
“what in the hell is wrong with you today, princess?” his voice is growing agitated and upset.
avoiding his gaze, you can only play with the hem of your clothing, ignoring him fully.
“yea we not about to do this shit.”
before you had a chance to react, he was on the bed, pushing your body backwards, and hovering above you.
“why you actin like this, baby, hm?” you couldn’t help but to melt looking at his eyes. everything about how close he is to you is just turning you on. ignoring him again, he’s starting to get fed up.
“im gonna ask you one more time and after, i don’t wanna hear about it.” his right hand held both your hands in front of you and his left was on the outside of your thigh. you could feel his warmth.
“just want attention, daddy.” you mumble, face whipping to the side. his hand shoots up to fix your chin back his direction.
“uhn uhn, speak up.” gently shaking your head side to side, he’s looking at you gently still.
“i want attention. why are you being such a fucking bitch con?”
immediately regretting your choice of words, the man rears up off your body, fixing his shirt and pants. you rush to sit upright, closing the robe, watching as the man put his shoes on.
“baby, you know i didn’t me-“ you start. he just laughs, walking through the open door. chasing behind him, anxiety creeping up your neck.
“baby, im sorry.” your voice barely above a whisper, watching as he grabs his cars keys, then he’s out the door.
-
“just calm down, im sure he’s fine.” mikasa chats on the other end of the phone call. you’re using your other phone to repeatedly dial connie’s number, all chances failing.
“what if he’s not though? he wont even answer!” the salivas getting caught in your throat to think he’s upset with you but who else to blame?
“drink a glass of wine and relax! i just talked to him, he’s fine.” you hear onyankopon on the other side of the line.
“what? how? what did he say?” you couldn’t help but to shove all the questions down his throat.
“chill chill. he’s fine, he said he’s heading back home now. go relax, ♡︎.” the man said on the other end of the line.
“okay thank you, i’ll see you guys later.” the phone beeps off.
making your way to the kitchen, you grab a wine glass. hand skimming over the wall collection you and connie built over the years, you pull out a red wine from italy you got last summer. pouring a generous amount, you decide to just bring the bottle to the living room. waiting for the man to walk through your doors.
cuddled underneath a large white blanket, halfway through a movie, you make it more than halfway through the bottle, unfortunately still slightly sober from anxiety.
until the sound of keys being turned broke you from staring off into space.
he slides in, immediately kicking his shoes off and placing them on the rack. he removes his jacket, hand wiping off some lint from the inside off his shirt. your body jerks into a standing position, blanket laying at your feet.
“baby-“ you start.
“room. now.” he doesn’t even look up at you, he just begins to walk down the hallway. shuffling confused and worried behind him, he turns on a single lamp on his side of the bed.
“lay down.”
crossing your arms, standing firmly.
“not until you tell me where you went and why i couldn’t go!” your lips pull into a line and your eyebrows furrowed.
“lay the hell down. if i have to say it again i swear to god you’ll hate me afterwards.”
still standing firm, you’re unmoved and unwilling. fed up, he walks over to you, his height towers you, throwing you over his shoulder. he tosses you onto the bed, yanking off your robe in the process.
“you want attention? strip.” he begins “and if i have to repeat myself this time, ♡︎, you won’t leave this bed tomorrow.” his jaw gripped tight, words spoken through gritted teeth, he was 100% serious.
without hesitation, you pull the set off with ease. he smiles before digging in his nightstand. pulling out two pairs of fuzzy pink handcuffs and your sleep mask. plopping everything down beside you, you feel his strong hands pick up up from under your arms, pressing your back against the cold bedframe. he reaches behind him, grabbing the supplies. cuffing both your arms to the posts, he gives you a small kiss before covering your eyes.
“connie why are you doing this?” voice unable to hold water, you were a mix of turned on and scared. you knew how he could treat you when he was this angry.
his hand goes back into the nightstand, all you can hear is him place it down beside you. the rattling from his belt being undone causes a reflex in your lower region, clamping your legs closed to gain some kind of traction. you can hear the laugh come from your fiance.
“don’t worry baby, you’re about to get all the attention you wanted.” the sound of his belt buckle hitting the ground followed by the sound of him removing his pants.
before you could try to listen for anything else, all you feel is his lips pressed against your pussy and his hands keeping your knees spread. his tongue licks long strides up and down, from your entrance to the throbbing, swollen bud. his lips pucker around your clit, giving it a few gentle tugs and licks. his hands move close to your core, squeezing every inch of your thighs, humming into your warmth.
“oh- shit con.” moaning, you start to feel a little vibration start to happen. “what’s that-“
he put the vibrator flush against your clit, using his tongue to pump slowly in and out of your clenching hole. flailing against the restraints, you can’t help but to cry out for him.
“please- please daddy, fuck me. im sorry i swear, please.” you feel him pinch the inside of your thigh, causing you to flinch a little.
“don’t tell me what the fuck to do. im gone take you how i want you.” he goes back to abusing your pussy, face covered in your slick and his spit. he’s always been obsessed with eating you. removing one of his hands from your leg, he begins to use his long slender fingers inside while he took turns sucking your clit and then replacing it with the vibrator.
you can’t see anything but little stars floating across the darkness of your eye covering. the intense feeling in your abdomen building up. his fingers slide in and out agonizingly slow, tongue writing love spells on your swollen bud.
“shit connie im gonna- oh fuck!” your body begins to shake as you release. that doesn’t stop him. he continues, his mouth attached to you, unable to pull away.
“that’s my girl. give me some more of that shit, come on baby. this what you wanted right?” his mouth forms an o-shape, licking at the swollen bud while humming. you try to force your knees together, only for him to pin you down into a middle spilt. every inch of you was being sucked, licked, and bitten.
he pulls the vibrator back out, hooking his fingers into you, teasing your g-spot while his other hand switched modes on the wand.
“pretty ass pussy baby. she so wet for me, didn’ even have to do much. yeah, i feel it. make a mess, cum all over my fingers baby.”
the mix of the vibrations, connie’s fingers slowly fucking your hole, and the way he talked to you, you came undone. again. body shriveling up in overstimulation, you can only feel him turn the vibrations off, hoping to be done with this whole thing. you’re already fucked out and a mess.
“fuck baby, youre so filthy for me. but i don’t think im satisfied, ma.” you shake your head a little, knowing that you fucked up. repositioning a pillow under your butt, the man reattaches his lips, going slower than he ever had. mouth frozen in an o shape, you couldn’t help but to cry out.
“it’s too much daddy, be nice!” you cry, eyes brimming with tears, feeling as his warm, wet tongue slowly circles your swollen clit.
“mm- mm.” he offers in a hum, extending his arms up to play with your nipples, tugging gently at them. it seemed like his tongue never stopped moving, sometimes slipping into your clenching hole to collect more of your wetness. the burn in your stomach was intense. you could barely breathe, only pushing out large exhales of air, moans strangled in there alone the string of ‘please’s and ‘fuck’s.
he was eating you like it was a competition and he wanted that fucking gold.
“again, again, connie oh- fuuck.” you’re now full blown crying. the orgasm shaking your body beyond control. the man gently pulls away, softly running his hands around your body. his hands remove your blindfold, wiping some of the fallen tears. the readjustment to light wasn’t too bad but once you saw his face, he just gives you a look.
“im- fine.” you choke out, tears still rolling. he laughs a little, wiping your face before standing and using his should to wipe his.
“im giving you two minutes.”
you swore those two minutes went by quicker than a hellcat in atlanta traffic.
he was now pinning your knees to your ears, dropping his throbbing cock inside you slowly, bottoming out. you let you a cry, in pure bliss. he pulls out quickly, slamming back into you. the sound of sex filled the room.
“pussy so fucking good. taking that shit so good.” he throws his head back, mercilessly pounding into you. he pulls out of you slowly, before pushing back into you. your hands grip at the chains of the handcuffs, bracing yourself for the man’s abuse on your hole. the veins of his cock rubbing the inside of your gummy walls. without warning , you’re squirting all over his dick, making a mess of the bed in the process.
“daddy! i’m sorry!”
“it’s too late for that shit now. let me take these off you.” he reaches up, undoing the cuffs swiftly before tossing them to the side. thinking youre free, you try to roll off the bed, only to be caught by him.
he tosses you over onto all fours, grabbing your arms from your side so your face down into the mattress.
“you know i love you right?” he asks, gripping both your wrists firmly behind your back.
“yes baby i know.” you say, head tilted to the side.
“good cause im about to treat you like i dont.”
slamming into you, he’s relentless. the tip of his cock abusing your poor cervix, digging completely into you. large hands grab hold of your breast, chest stuck in a heavy breathing pattern.
pounding into you, not letting up, you know he’s pissed. trying your hardest to pull away to give yourself so slack, he yanks you back into his length by the wrist.
“nah whatchu’ running for? this what you wanted right? you wanted me to fuck you like this, huh? you gone take this dick.”
he could feel you clenching around him, the slick dripping from your abused hole to to your ass. he could feel how close you were.
“ooo shit, let that shit go baby. imma fucking cum.”
your hands dig into his arms instinctively, eyes rolled to the back of your head, saliva spilling from the sides of your mouth in euphoria. it was so much yet you never wanted it to end. babbling nonsense and hitting connie with the palms of your hand, you release over him, again.
he delivers a few more thrusts, violating your cunt, sopping up every second of being inside you until he’s filling you up.
pulling away from his position, your body lay unmoving.
“was that enough attention for you?” climbing to your side, his large arms pulls you on-top of him. placing gentle kisses to your head, he rubs his hand along your back, giving you a small massage.
“im sorry.”
“shh, it’s all fine now baby.”
connie cleaned the both of you up, tossed the sheets in the wash, replaced them with new sheets he bought while out, and even prepared a small dinner. sitting on the couch, both heads in a silk bonnet, watching love island.
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waiitttt imagine going panty shopping w the bllk boys 🤭🤭 do you think they'd be shy ?? lolll
“𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢��’𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭”
a/n: okay so i made this a little bit more of them like shopping in victoria’s secret for the first time since you’re their first and only gf (headcanon edition) + they pay for everything
i am literally OBSESSED with that store, at the mall, i can barely hold myself back from going in there and coming out with the cute pink striped shopping bag omg my bank account 💔
ft. isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, itoshi rin, chigiri hyoma, shidou ryusei, kaiser michael, karasu tabito, itoshi sae
𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐲𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 - “𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬”
walking into the store, he’s confident, cool, and calm, until he spots the rows of lacy lingerie and cutesy sets. his face immediately turns bright red, and it’s like someone hit the pause button on his entire personality.
for the rest of the trip, he awkwardly stares at the ceiling, suddenly fascinated by the decorative lights or the patterns in the floor tiles, anything to avoid looking at the lacy wonders around him. the moment you hold up something a little suggestive and ask, “what do you think, love?” he’s already looking anywhere but at you.
inside, he’s probably dying from the sheer embarrassment, but he keeps trying to act like this is completely normal, which only makes the whole thing more adorable.
𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒: “𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐬?!”
you know he’s out of his depth when he stares at the wall of bras like it’s a puzzle he’s been trying to solve for years.
“wait, there’s a difference between balconette, demi, and full coverage?!” he whispers to you, clearly panicking at the sheer variety of options. he’s desperately trying to keep up with all the terminology, but it’s all too much.
at this point, he’s holding one bra like he’s trying to figure out the meaning of life. you can’t help but laugh at how lost he looks, but you’re also secretly proud of him for wanting to learn, even if he’s completely confused.
𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 - “𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐭”
he walks in and immediately takes control of the situation by grabbing every single piece you hand him. you’re planning on picking out a few things, but he’s already holding onto three bags before you’ve even made it past the first section.
when you tease him about it, he just shrugs it off with a smile like, "i’ve got it, angel. i’m your personal shopper today." you have to admit, it’s kind of adorable how he’s fully committed to the cause, even if he’s holding onto a bunch of pink totes and looking a little silly.
the best part? he insists on carrying everything for you, even if you don’t need the help. he’s happy to be there, even if it means looking like a fashion-forward mule with a ton of shopping bags hanging off his arms.
𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒: “𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝”
the best part? after checking out, he’s walking through the mall with a proud grin on his face, holding that pink victoria’s secret bag like it’s a badge of honor.
he’s lowkey hoping someone will ask what he bought just so he can proudly say, “i went shopping for lingerie with my girlfriend,” with a completely unapologetic smile.
at this point, he’s way too happy about the experience, walking a little taller, chest puffed out, and feeling like he’s just won boyfriend of the year. you can tell by the way he’s grinning that he’ll remember this trip as a highlight of your relationship.
𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐫𝐢𝐧 - “𝐟𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜”
the first few minutes are easy: he's walking around like a chill boyfriend, checking out some of the bras on the wall, pretending he’s seen it all before. but the minute you turn a corner and step into the section with more daring pieces, like the push-up bras or the sheer lace sets, his entire demeanor shifts.
he tries to act casual and aloof, his hands in his pockets, trying to act like he’s totally unfazed by all the… suggestive material surrounding him. but his eyes? his eyes are darting around like he's trying not to be caught sneaking a peek at the more revealing items.
he even tries to start up a casual conversation with you about something completely unrelated, like “did you hear of that new horror movie that just released?” just to avoid the possibility of you catching him staring a little too long at a satin thong.
𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐢 𝐡𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐚 - “𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞”
once he realizes how much fun he’s actually having, he falls into consultant mode. you're holding up a few items, and suddenly, he’s transformed into the perfect mix of fashion expert and personal cheerleader.
“hmm, the lace on this one is nice, but i think this other one is more you,” he says, pointing to another set with a thoughtful look. “you should definitely try this one on.”
he’s genuinely focused, comparing different cuts, colors, and fabrics like he’s running an intimate fashion show in his head. you can't help but laugh because you weren’t expecting him to take this so seriously. but he loves seeing you happy, and if giving his fashion opinion means you walk out with a set you adore, then he’s in it to win it.
𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐲𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐢 - “𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐮𝐧”
at some point, he starts to enjoy himself. you might be the one shopping for lingerie, but now he’s fully invested in your shopping experience.
suddenly, he’s holding up all sorts of things with exaggerated flair, like an over-the-top stylist. “you should totally get this satin robe. imagine how gorgeous you’d look in it,” he says with a playful grin, picturing you in it already.
he's not even pretending to be disinterested anymore, he's genuinely enjoying picking out things with you, helping you mix and match, and giving you encouraging compliments as you try on outfits.
𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 - “𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐞”
after a few minutes of nervousness, he gets comfortable in the store and flips into playful mode. you’re picking out a few things, and he spots a push-up bra on a nearby shelf. with a mischievous smirk, he picks it up, walks over to you, and holds it up to your chest with a teasing grin.
“you don’t even need these, schatz,” he says, grinning like a little devil, and before you can even respond, he’s mockingly cupping your chest as if to make a point.
you swat him away in embarrassment, but he just laughs at how flustered you’re getting. you can’t help but smile too, because underneath all his teasing, there’s that glint in his eyes that shows just how much he loves making you laugh.
𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐨 - “𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐦”
just when you think things are going smoothly, a sales associate approaches to offer help. your boyfriend, now standing a bit too close to the lacy underwear section, freezes like a deer caught in headlights.
the associate turns to him with a smile and asks, “can i help you find anything, sir?” and without missing a beat, he awkwardly stutters, “oh, uh, no, i’m just… here,” his voice trailing off.
he then tries to backpedal without looking too suspicious, but ends up bumping into a table of thongs, knocking over a display in a clumsy panic, which only makes him blush harder. it’s as if the universe is conspiring against him.
𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐞 - “𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐯 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭”
you’re looking through a few brilliantly colored lace sets when he casually picks up a random pair of lacy panties. he looks at them for a moment, clearly thinking, “maybe this would look nice on her.” but then, he suddenly realizes he’s holding them up like a creep.
his eyes widen in absolute horror, and he practically flings them back onto the table, face bright red. he looks around quickly to see if anyone saw his embarrassing slip-up, only to find you watching with a small smirk.
“did you just...?” you tease, and he looks so mortified that it’s almost too cute. but hey, it’s still adorable how flustered he gets, even though he’s just trying to be sweet.
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Sam with a short girly reader, i’m talking like loves doing her makeup and going shopping for cute little outfits to wear for him. They go shopping and she’s trying on outfits, ends up turning into smut please pookie. 🙏🤍


sheer lace (stanford!sam)
summary even though sam has to study for an exam, he can’t deny you when you want to go shopping. it’s not far from campus after all.
content warnings established relationship (stanford!sam x fem!reader), semi-public sex, oral (m. receiving), praise, dirty talk, lingerie, size kink, mentions of reader having a big difference next to her boyfriend, switch!sam, mentions of getting caught, risky sex, throat-fucking, mentions of gagging, reader really loves sam’s dick, public boner (poor sam), + more!
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notes i really needed to write so here i am! long awaited, sorry for the HUGE delay. hope this is good 4u anon <3
between classes, it wasn’t often that you got to go shopping. sam knew you loved it, buying cute little outfits to try on for him. he knew you loved dressing up all pretty, even when applying your makeup so precisely only for it to get smeared later. it was one of his favorite things about you.
sam was studying for exams (like always), but you begged him so sweetly to bring you to the nearby mall that he couldn’t deny you. He knew that he’d have to finish up later but for now, he’d spoil his favorite girl.
the shop wasn’t that far from campus, so it was only a short walk there and back. the winchester always marveled at how your small hand fit in his own, how you fit against his side. you were at least a foot shorter than him. he was 6’5, all lean and muscle compared to your frame. sometimes he would throw you over his shoulder and carry you to the next store when you really begged, he knew that you couldn’t walk as fast as him, but he enjoyed it nonetheless.
after you had finished your last tour, you stopped at a dressing room. it was more private than the ones in-store to be honest, lucky for you. the last store you went to was victoria’s secret, which wasn’t so lucky for sam since he was holding the bags in an attempt to cover his crotch. he swore you were doing this on purpose, especially when you started to model them.
“sammy, come look at this one!” you had just finished adjusting the straps when your boyfriend walked in. his jaw dropped, literally. he’s seen you in lingerie before, it was just the fact this one seemed more… sheer than the others. his eyes trailed down from the valley of your breasts all the way to your abdomen (maybe just a slight bit lower..), god he was so fucked.
a teasing smile curved up on your lips, “do you like it?” liking it was an understatement. “y-yeah, i do, baby. ‘s beautiful on you, you know that.” his voice was breathless. he couldn’t believe how lucky he got.
he was snapped out of his trance when he heard a small giggle from you. “i can see that.” your eyes locked onto the obvious bulge in his jeans, causing his cheeks to flush a deeper shade. “I- uhm.” sam couldn’t get the words out, not when you looked at him like that.
as soon as you were on your knees, he sucked in a breath. this was still public, still in public where anyone could see. maybe even someone from campus- but he made no attempt to stop you. his cock twitched just by the simple graze of your fingertips, you smirked at how worked up he was. he probably had been since you’d left your dorm.
“it doesn’t matter where we are, does it? i still have to take care of you, don’t i?” sam’s belt fell to the floor, the metal cling sounded so much louder like this. once his jeans were discarded, he groaned softly at the cool air hitting his skin. “s-stop teasing, sweetheart.. you know someone could, ahh- come in.” he was cut off with the press of your lips against his leaking head. every time you were like this, you placed a kiss on him through the fabric of his boxers. the innocent look of it drove him crazy.
you hummed, “can’t help it, sammy.. love your cock too much.” how could you always sound so sweet on your knees?
his hips jerked once your slender fingers wrapped around his length, fuck, you looked so pretty with his cock in your hands. instinctively, you swiped your thumb over his head, smoothing the idle line of precum over the top of his dick. sam let a grunt slip past his lips, his fingers moving to the back of your head. “wrap your lips around it, honey.. thaaaats it.. fuck, baby.”
your tongue swirled over his head, puffy lips stuffed with the shaft of his cock. he knew he was a big man, he could stuff you full with just a quarter of his length in your mouth - too big for you to fit him in all the way. but you did anyway, relaxing your jaw just enough to let two thick inches push in more.
guttural moans and groans left his lips as you worked yourself further each time you pulled away, bobbing your head as saliva slid down to your barely covered tits. you were no stranger to sucking sam off, you knew it was a challenge every time you did - there was no changing that.
“fuck, take it like that.. in your mouth juuust like that. so good, so pretty like this, shit.” you were doing your utmost best and the praise that spilled from his lips caused you to moan around his dick. his eyes rolled into the back of his head again and again, his thick fingers tangled in your locks as he guided your pace. “think i can fuck your face? is that okay, honey?” god, still a gentleman even though you were choking around his shaft.
with your nod, sam finally let his hips buck freely. there was no use in being quiet now, the sound of his balls slapped against your chin combined with his noises was enough for anyone to figure out. your fingers squeezed him, eager to get him to the edge.
he liked watching you fall apart, legs spread as you worked to drain him. you were wet, undeniably so. the feel of him on your tongue, tasting him, smelling him was enough to make you ruin the brand new set already.
with a string of curses, he let go. holding your head as far as you could go while you swallowed around him, sucking every drop of his release that you could get. sam hissed, brushing streaks of your hair back so he could see your eyes. your mascara was running down your cheeks and some of his cum slid down to your chest. “i’m so proud of you, sweetheart. did so good for me..” his voice was a bit hoarse but he still talked to you ever so sweetly. just like always.
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Bf!Chris hcs

warnings: fluff, smut (nsfw section), established relationship, Chris x fem!reader, some blurbs are long
A/n: FIC #2 LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO not that proud of this one ngl
Tags: @d3axplr @mattsturnziolio
Dividers: @bernardsbendystraws
SFW
Bf!Chris who is insanely clingy. He'll always be attached to you in one way or another.
It was 11am, you have to go to work in 2 hours. You tried getting up but your boyfriend was basically smothering you. "Chris I need to get ready" You whined, trying to push him off. Instead of letting you leave like any normal person would, Chris just held you tighter against him. "Just call in sick" "Chris, you made me call in sick 2 days ago I'm gonna get fired." The boy just shrugged, not caring. "you don't need a job I buy everything for you anyway." "Chris I'm being serious I have to go." You tried sitting up, it was no use he just pushed you down. "5 more minutes" "That's what you said 15 minutes ago!"
Bf!Chris who never lets you do anything, why would you do it when he has 2 hands himself?
You and Chris were coming home from a shopping trip at the mall. His hands were filled with several of your shopping bags, and your hands were empty. Chris didn't mind, he was the one who offered to carry them. As the two of you approached the front door, your hands went inside your purse that was on your shoulder, searching for the house key. You brought out the key, twisting it on the key hole and were about to open it before Chris's hands stopped you. "i got it." He smirked down at you. You raised your eyebrows "Chris you're so sweet but your hands are literally full." He waved you off, moving in front of you to get to the door. He struggled a bit but managed to twist the handle, allowing for the door to open. He kicked the door with his foot, motioning for you to get in with his head. "After you" he grinned. You laughed at his gesture and went inside, Chris following close behind.
Bf!Chris who always pays attention, he'll see you pick up a book or a trinket you find interesting and make a mental note of buying it for you later.
The two of you were at a small bookstore. You were browsing the shelves humming to the song that was playing in the store, Chris right behind you like a lost puppy. Every so often you would pick up a book you found interesting, reading the back of it to learn what it's about then put it back where it was. When you go on to a different section of the store, Chris takes a picture of the book that was just in your hands, promising himself that he's going to buy it for you in a couple days.
Bf!Chris who buys you flowers randomly.
It was a random Thursday afternoon. You were hanging out in the living room reading a book when you heard the door opening. Nick, Matt and Chris came back home after filming a vlog for their channel. Chris came up the stairs practically sprinting towards you, his hands behind his back. "guess what?" "what?" you look up at him smiling. He reveals his hands from behind him and gives you a bouquet of pink tulips. "They reminded me of you so I had to get em." Matt rolled his eyes at the interaction "We were 2 minutes away from the house and he made me turn all the way back for just for them."
Bf!Chris who will always put your comfort above his.
You two were at a party. Chris was having a great time, laughing and catching up with his friends. You.. not so much. You had a terrible day at work, the lights were too bright, the music was too loud, so many people were bumping into you, your clothes felt itchy on your skin, and you have a terrible headache. All you wanted more than ever right now was to go home, but you couldn't tell Chris that.. he was looking forward to this party all week. So you decided to suck it up and at least pretend that you were having a good time. You were sat in the corner away from everyone else, looking down at your feet praying that no one would come up to you. Chris took notice, he met your gaze silently asking if everything was okay. Even though your eyes said yes, he knew you weren't. He walked up to you and rubbed his hands on your shoulder "hey ma.. you good?" You nodded your head quickly "yeah I just have a small headache but I'm fine! You go have fun" Chris gave you a sympathetic smile "you wanna leave?" You looked up at him, you so desperately wanted to say yes but didn't want him to feel disappointed. "no i'll be fine I promise, plus I know how you were looking forward to this I don't wanna take it away from you" He shook his head, offering you his hand "I'm not having fun if you're not having fun. c'mon lets go home." You shot him a grateful smile, taking his hand as he led you towards the door. "thank you" your voice small, He brought your hand to his lips giving it a gentle kiss "of course."
Bf!Chris who has you model for his brand.
Chris insisted for you to model for him not taking no for an answer. He loves you in his clothes especially his brand. Seeing you pose for his newest drop makes him feel giddy inside. Chris loves showing you off, he can't keep his eyes off of you. Someone from his team is telling him something but the words go in one ear and out the other, all his focus is towards you. How could he focus on anything but you? You looked flawless, you looked so good in fact that no one would believe you if you told them this was your first time modeling. Chris watches you with lit eyes and a huge smile, He truly believes that you are the most beautiful person to ever walk the earth.
Bf!Chris who can always makes you laugh even in the most serious situations.
Your period cramps were bad, your mood swings were going wild, every body in the house knew to keep their distance from you this week. Everyone but your boyfriend. You were laying in bed with a heating pad to your stomach when Chris came into the room and leaped on the bed causing your position to shift. "Chris! can you not?" You snapped at him. He didn't even flinch at the words, instead he turns towards you and wraps his arms around your waist, bringing you closer to him. "Ugh Chris please gimmie some space" You plead struggling against him. The boy started peppering kisses all over your face, at first you were annoyed but soon that annoyance turned into joy. You giggle at every kiss that tickles your face. Satisfied with himself by making you laugh he stopped and stared at you "if I turned into chicken Alfredo would you eat me or would you know it was me?" Chris asked as if this was a life or death question. You looked at him in disbelief and amusement "Chris.. what!?"
Bf!Chris who kisses your tears away.
You and Chris were watching the notebook together. You were bawling your eyes out, snot coming out of your nose and everything. You were truly a mess. Chris on the other hand was fine, the movie was sad yes but it wasn't sad enough for him to cry, honestly he thought you were being a bit dramatic. "Sh-she's gonna f-forget him" You sob, trying to wipe the tears away with a tissue, it's no use the tears keep on coming. Chris laughs at your antics, you notice and swat his arm "Stop laughing at me!" You pout, still crying. He cups your face, his eyes soften and a small smile appears on his lips. He leans down and kisses the tears running down your cheeks away. "you're cute when you cry."
Bf!Chris who always listens to you speak never interrupting you once.
The triplets invited you to do a car video with them. The four of you were having a great time, chatting and laughing. An interesting topic came up and you had a lot to say about it. As you were speaking Chris stared at you intently, not interrupting at all. Matt and Nick were shocked, usually Chris would always try to get his opinions out, not caring if someone was in the middle of saying something or not. But with you he's different, he listens to your every word. A soft smile gracing his face as he watches you talk. He loves hearing your voice, The boy is absolutely in love with you.
Bf!Chris who will never let you be embarrassed alone.
"NO WAY!" You said a bit too loudly, a few people from different tables at the restaurant glanced your way. You slumped back in your seat, embarrassed at your outburst. "YES WAY! I KNOW ITS CRAZY!" Chris matches your energy, noticing the look on your face. The few people who were staring turned back to their own conversations, not paying attention to the two of you anymore. You gave Chris a grateful smiling, silently thanking him. He reached across the table, lacing his hand with yours and giving it a gentle squeeze.
Bf!Chris who loves when you play with his hair.
It was a quiet night, Chris was laying on top of your thighs answering emails on his laptop. You were above him with both your hands on his scalp, gently massaging it. You got a text notification from your phone beside you. One of your hands left his hair to pick up your phone, an instant groan came out of Chris's mouth "nooo put it back" he whined as he reached behind him to try to get to your hand. "just a second geez" You laughed, quickly replying to the text you just received. You put your phone down, your hands going back to their original position on Chris's head making him let out a content sigh.
Bf!Chris who matches his nails with yours.
You both walked out of the nail salon with a fresh new set of nails. You're practically skipping to your car overjoyed that you managed to make your boyfriend agree to match with you. Chris let out a soft laugh, watching you so giddy. If he knew how happy matching nails would make you he would've done it years ago.
Bf!Chris who goes pretends to give you back shots when you bend over.
BEEP BEEP BEEP the oven rang signaling that the cupcakes were ready. You walked over to the kitchen, putting on your oven mitts and opened the oven door, the smell of the sweet treats filling the air. Bending down, you grabbed the cupcake tray from inside the warm oven and were about to place it on the counter when you felt a pair of hands on your hips keeping you in place. "Boom! Boom! Boom!" Chris slightly pushed into you, a scowl appeared across your face. Chris let go, allowing you to take the cupcakes out and placing them on the island. "Chris! You could've made me fall! My face would've burned off!" Chris scoffed at your dramatics "Sorry miss lady you just looked too good!" Chris protested his gaze now averted towards the cupcakes "ooh can I help you frost them? please?" You rolled your eyes unamused, handing him a piping bag which he excitedly took from your hands.
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Bf!Chris who always talks you through sex
"You're doin' so good f'me" Chris says from above you, his hips thrusting into you. One hand is on your waist, the other is pining your wrists above your head making sure you wont escape. "you're so pretty ma." Your moans and his words collide, his thrusts move even faster hearing the sweet sounds that escape your lips. "I love it when.. fuck- when you make those pretty sounds ma." "m'close.." your back arches as the familiar knot builds in your stomach "yeah? is my pretty girl gonna cum?" You could only respond with a whine. "please Chris.. c-can't hold it." Chris smirks down at you loving the way you melt at his touch. "Go on baby, make a mess on my cock f'me." A ring of white coated his dick, Chris looks down groaning at the sight his own release following after. He leans down, his lips attaching onto yours. "you're so pretty.. the prettiest girl ever"
Bf!Chris who tries to be soft and gentle but always ends up being rough near the end.
"Wait Chris sl-slow down" Your face was squished against a pillow with your ass in the air. At first his thrusts were slow and gentle but he couldn't hold it in anymore, Chris's hands gripped onto your hips leaving behind purple bruises and his thrusts gained speed. "s-sorry so so sorry" He apologized not slowing down "you're just so fuckin' pretty.. can't help It around you ma"
Bf!Chris who loves your tits, always staring, touching, sucking etc!
Chris's hands were kneading your breasts as you rode him. The sight of your tits bouncing on top of him made him go wild. His mouth latched on to one of your nipples, his thumb and pointer finger pinching the other. Your eyes rolled back at the immense pleasure that was being brought to you, your jaw went slack. "look at you.. that feel good ma?" Chris mumbled into your tits. The harder that Chris sucked the closer you felt, your mind was going numb. Your bounces growing slower and weak. Chris took notice, his fingers sliding down to your clit rubbing it with speed and pressure. All of your limbs gave out. You gripped the headboard of the bed for support, your tits dangling in front of your boyfriends face. He didn't mind at all, in fact he was basking in the wonderful view above him.
Bf!Chris who eats you out like there's no tomorrow.
Your moans echoed throughout the room, Chris's head between your thighs lapping his tongue around your dripping cunt. You were beyond overstimulated, your whole body shaking after reaching its 4th orgasm. "Chris pl-ease n-no more" You mewled, Your fingers tugged at his hair trying to pull him off you. Chris moans at your actions, tightening his grip on your thighs. His voice sends vibrations all around your body. "you taste so good ma.. s'all f'me.. all mine" he coos continuing to devour you like your his last meal.
Bf!Chris who makes sure to shower you with affection after sex, making sure you know that you are loved and cared for.
There was a comforting silence in the room, the only sounds that could be heard were the sounds of your soft pants. Chris shuffled beside you, his eyes watched your fucked out expression. He watched as your bare chest moved up and down with your breaths, he couldn't help but think how pretty you looked like this. He could stare at you forever if you'd let him. He reached for the drawer by his bed and got out a small cloth, his hands gripped the fabric and moved above you. He gently wiped your sensitive cunt, making sure every drop was cleaned up. The rag made contact with your clit, your thighs quickly shut around his hand, eliciting a whine from you. "shh its okay I know, it'll be quick I promise." Once he was done he laid back down next to you, his arms wrapped around your lower stomach bringing you closer to him. "you're so beautiful" "I love you so much" "I wanna marry you one day" Chris whispered sweet nothings into your ear, watching you slowly drift to sleep. His head nuzzled into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent never wanting this feeling to end.
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Coming up with the idea to take Simon out so that he can pick out a couple pieces of lingerie he wants to see you in, his choices really surprise you.
Request from here.
The minute you brought up the idea, Simon was on board, ready to dish out whatever money he needed to spoil his princess. It seemed like a win-win: you get new lingerie and he gets the benefit of picking out a few items that only he would get to see you in. How could he ever say no to something like that?
The first day you were both off you headed out to the local mall, ready to go on a different kind of mission, one that already had Simon salivating and itching to finish so you both could get back with the items in hand. You did promise that as soon as you got home you’d model them for him and there was no doubt what would inevitably come next.
Walking into the Victoria’s Secret all 6’4” of Simon drew a few stares, but he didn’t care; he was focused on you just as he was any time you two went anywhere. Arms wrapped around your middle to hold your back against his chest as you both slowly made your way through the store.
“Remember, it’s what you want to see me in,” you reiterated the rules for this excursion.
“Best believe I remembered, luv,” he said, his gravely voice hitting you ear just right to make you shiver with anticipation. “Haven’t been able to think of fuck all else since you brought it up, but I think that was your fuckin’ plan.”
You passed by several things that you were sure he would have picked up, you did say anything so nothing was off limits and that included whatever string number he may want to strap you in. The point was to get him excited to chose the bit of wrapping he wanted around his present, not that he needed it. He’d take you in a trash bag and still think you were the hottest piece of tail around.
A severe lack of Simon around your body broke you out of your thoughts as he had let you go to walk over to a display off to the left of you. The way he locked on, it was clear something had caught his eye and you followed him over just as he picked up a bra and pantie set and handed them over to you.
Baby pink with a bit of delicate lace lining the top of the cups, a tiny silken bow in the middle along the rib band and the same matching bikini style panties that had a slightly larger bow on the back, that was his choice. It was very sweet and dainty, something a very soft girl would pick for herself.
“Really? This one?” you questioned, eyebrow raised curiously.
“You said to pick one I liked,” he said. “I like this one. Is that a problem, sweetheart?”
It wasn’t a bad choice at all, just surprising. Never would you have imagined Simon pick something so...quaint. In fact you were sure he would have gone straight for the string thongs or see-thru lace bras, so when he chose that one it caught you off guard.
“Not at all, just didn’t think you liked that sort of style,” you backpedaled, not wanting him to think he screwed up.
“I can like pretty shit too, luv. After all, I chose you, didn’t I?” he chuckled. “This is what I want to see coverin’ across that sweet arse of yours... well, until I get to admire it layin’ on my floor.”
Your cheeks flushed bright red. Fuck, how did he always do that? “I was the one that did the choosing,” you pushed the subject as you tried to dissipate the heat in your face.
“Oh, is that so?” he shot back coolly, moving back in close to take your chin in his firm grasp. “The one that still gets nervous probably wasn’t the one callin’ the fuckin’ the shots. Don’t force me to make that blush brighter just to prove my point, luv.”
Touche, he had won this round; you knew he would too, screw being in public. He wasn’t afraid of people staring as they had been staring at him his whole life, might well enjoy himself while he drew the eyes. You gave in and backed down, receiving a quick peck on your lips for your troubles.
“Now, let me finish my shoppin’ so that we can get outta here and get to the actual fun part,” he said with a smirk.
Lord, he was insatiable. That man could have your pussy for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and still be hungry for more.
Going through the rest of the place another similar set he found after a bit more of searching, this one a pale yellow with a little silk flower in the same places the bow was on the first set. He handed over everything over to you so that you could double check the sizes and make sure it was correct before he took it back so that he could pay.
Always the gentleman to his girl.
That large palm was plastered to your inner thigh the entire drive back and every now and again he gave it a squeeze. His mind raced as his imagination ran wild with images of what you’d look like in his purchases: beautiful? Always, but these pieces were more delicate than the others you had and so he was curious to see just how pretty you’d look in them.
“You ready?” you asked through the door.
Once you got back, you left him sitting in his chair as you went off into the bathroom to get changed. He had chosen the yellow to go first, saving his real favorite for last. As you slipped everything around your curves, you had to admit that it was actually really cute and surprisingly not too uncomfortable as well.
Good job baby.
“Get out here now, beautiful girl,” he called back.
Opening the door slowly, you stepped out and sauntered your way to him, stopping just shy of the tips of his boots. Placing your hands behind your back, you stood twisting your body back and forth as you let him admire his choice.
Silently Simon eyed you up and down, taking you all in. “Well?” you asked after a moment.
Eyes came back up to meet your own. “Do a spin for me, darlin’,” he said, making a spinning motion with his index finger. “Slow like.”
Turning around smoothly at a steady pace, you came all the back around until you were facing him again. He was leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees, eyes locked to your body.
“What’s the verdict?” you asked again.
The corner of his mouth unturned. “I’ve got good taste,” he smirked. “Exactly what I fuckin’ wanted. You look amazing, sweetheart.”
His approval made you smile, excited that he liked it, even though you knew he would since he was the one to pick it out. That obsessive stare gave you new life; who wouldn’t want to be the object of Simon’s desire? “Should I try on the other one now?”
Simon nodded his head as he adjusted the crotch of his pants and you scurried back off to the bathroom to change, fueled by his intense interest in you.
The pink on slipped on just as easy and you actually enjoyed this one even more as it enhanced your skin tone to perfection and the little details were so sweet you knew why this one would be his favorite; you could hardly wait to go show him how good you looked.
Coming back out again you nearly ran straight into him as this time he was leaning against the door frame as if waiting for you. He didn’t say a word, but you swore you could hear his breath hitch in his chest as he gazed down at you in that soft little pink number. Calloused fingers came up to trace over the thin ribbon detail, following the curves of the mini bow in the center of your chest.
“This one I really fuckin’ like, sweetheart,” he purred in that gruff, low tone that set you alight.
You swallowed hard, your pulse racing in your veins already. “I have to admit you did really good baby,” you said. “Never thought you’d pick something so pretty.”
Fingers traced the line of the band under your breast along your ribcage before they came back up. “Like you in pretty, sweet things,” he said, slipping a thick finger into the top of the band between the cups. “Bows and flowers, light colors, that sort of shit. Suits you best, luv.”
“Aww,” you picked at him. “You going soft on me?”
That finger fully hooked itself into the fabric between your breasts and pulled you forward, making you take a step to bring you in closer until you were flush against his chest. Those amber eyes shimmered as he tilted his head down close to your neck. “All the shit I’ve to deal with at work, don’t ya wanna give this bastard somethin’ beautiful to touch?”
Well, when he put it like that…how could you deny him?
“My pretty little thing, so goddamn sweet,” he said with a groan, exploring hands releasing your bra so that they could run down the line of your back towards your hips before coming to a stop just under the curve of your ass. He cupped the cheeks one in each hand, massaging the meat in a circular motion.
Hungry lips embraced your neck, quick, burning kisses connecting with the skin to leave a trail of fire where he went. His arousal was already pressing up against your thigh as his hands on your ass squeezed harder; he had been worked up all day and seeing you all pretty for him it pushed him over the edge.
“Just wanna fuckin’ corrupt my little flower, ruin her pretty petals with my fat cock,” he breathed against the nape of your neck. His warm breath wafted down your collar bone to the tops of your breasts, making the skin pinprick with goose pimples while his words worked on your nerves to send you into a tailspin.
Were you supposed to stay sane after that? Because it just got really, really hard to think straight. “Yes,” was the only word your mind could form and you moaned it against the side of his head.
Fingers flitted around the waistband of your panties, outlining the band around your hips before it found the band descending between your legs; he followed that with his fingertips as well. “Mmmm, my beautiful girl, you know no one else even comes close?” he groaned. “Got the prettiest little thing around. Sets me on fuckin’ fire, how lucky I am to have such dainty thing at my disposal.”
Desperation gathered in his movements as he pawed at your body, causing you to respond to him as all your nerve ends across your skin began to ignite like he had just lit a match.
Without warning you were picked up and brought over to the bed where he set you down carefully along the edge. In an instant he had dropped down to his knees before you, one large hand gathered at the back of your head to pull you into his face so that he could press his lips desperately to yours. Wet, aggressive kisses he greedily stole from your mouth over and over again as he moved up into you.
“Lean back for me, darlin',” he said against your mouth.
Releasing you from his grasp you did as Simon said, laying back on your elbows so that you could still watch him. Hands on your parted thighs to steady himself, he swooped in. His face was at your pubic bone and he opened his mouth, collecting the waist of your panties in his teeth before he was pulling them down your legs, undressing you completely without the use of his hands.
Well damn, you had been curious to see how good they’d look on the floor since he had brought it up, but who could have predicted that they would look exquisite in between his teeth?
…Definitely a good choice indeed.
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A hole for the both of us ya’ know ? — Suguru & Satoru !
Warnings: threesome, double penetration, pet names, Satoru always wanting to be behind you, hip grabbing, bending over in public, p in v, anal, oral(M recieving!), friends with benefits.
Poor Satoru, he can’t decide who he wants to please more !/🌽link
Satoru Gojo & Suguru Geto
You, Suguru, and Satoru were just out shopping, with Shoko being busy you got stuck with them. You really could have just told them that you were busy, but you’re never busy so it’s not like they would believe you anyways.
But you sometimes began to believe they just wanted to be alone with you, or so you thought. It probably wasn't the case, you and Shoko began to believe that theory though with the amount of times they asked for you to hang out with them.
Just you, not you and Shoko. Just you. No matter how many times you said no, you always find yourself going out with them.
So currently you're just shopping with the two of them, going through different stores as Satoru picks out anything and Suguru buys it for him. You haven't picked up a thing, and sometimes they'll just stare at you.
Maybe they think you're crazy for not picking anything out, you sometimes look at things but don't even pick them up. Suguru and Satoru began to wonder if you were okay, or were just in a bad mood.
You aren't you just don't want them to spend any money on you, and you don't really want to spend your own money because you're finally trying to save up for something you really want.
“Aren’t you going to buy something? We see you looking at stuff yknow, but you aren’t buying anything.” Satoru says, as he looks at Suguru.
Suguru hums as he looks at you for a moment, his gaze shifts as he sees Satoru crouching down to look at different things on the bottom shelf.
You just watch as Satoru picks out more stuff than what he already had in like three bags, sometimes you manage to forget that they're both super rich.
“I think I’ll pass on buying things.” You murmured, humming as you stare at them. They didn't really seem pleased that you of all people was trying to pass on shopping.
Were you uncomfortable with them? Suguru practically palmed himself. He wasn't about to let you walk out of this mall after they dragged you here to shop with them.
Suguru grabbed your arm and dragged you to a clothing store, one you had been eyeing since you got there. He pushed you into the store, and went back to grab Satoru.
After he had come back with Satoru, they both stared at you. “Well? What are you waiting for, go try some clothes on.” He says, as he sits down on a bench, crossing his arms.
You sigh as you began to go pick out some clothes, and try them on, occasionally showing them some of the ones you liked. You even told Suguru he could come into the dressing room with you since Satoru seemed bored.
But Suguru being able to go into the dressing room with you seemed to peak Satoru's attention, he quickly stood up as he followed behind the two of you. You knew that of all things would catch his attention.
You hummed as you closed the door, and began to get undressed, and try on the next outfit. You turned around, your back facing towards the two of them.
You saw a casting shadow right over yours, well you did. Until Suguru took his chance to bend you over, his body pressed right against yours. You knew you shouldn't have brought him in here.
He stayed pressed against you for a moment, not letting you go. You just looked so precious under his touch, he might have a few other things in mind for you.
After you had finally picked stuff out, you went back to your apartment with the two of them, and just relaxed on your couch.
You had been watching TV, sitting at the end of the couch with your legs on top of Satoru's as the two males spoke to each other, quietly that way you would be able to hear the TV.
Suguru leans over towards Satoru and whispers something into his ear. Satoru hums as he looks over to you, he grins as he moves closer to you.
“Hey, angel, could we try something?” Suguru questioned, resting his arm on the arm rest, Satoru had moved your body to be fully on the couch so he was hovering you now.
You looked up at Satoru, nodding at Suguru's question. Satoru looked back at Suguru, grinning before looking right back at you. To say the least, you were very confused on what they were about to do.
“So you really don't mind about what we're about to do?” Satoru questioned, as he hovered your body, pulling his shirt over his head. You hummed as you admired his body, tracing his happy trail with your nails.
He swallowed as you traced over his sensitive body. Suguru stood up from his spot and walked away. You didn't really notice the fact that he had left until you realized his long hair wasn't draping over the couch arm like usual.
You feel Satoru lift your body and pull you on top of him. So he was on top of you. “Y'know, you look so good on top of me, I think I should have you like this all the time.” He murmured, pushing your shirt up, just above your stomach.
He used his thumb to trace your curves. You looked so pretty on top of him, he might have to have plans with Suguru to have you like this more often.
You noticed that Satoru was staring at something behind you. You cocked an eyebrow as you looked behind you, seeing Suguru standing right behind you.
He was holding a small bottle. You couldn't really make out what exactly was in the bottle. Satoru grabbed your face, not aggressively though. Only to make you look at him.
“Focus on me, not Suguru 'Kay?” You nod. Oh how oblivious you are, not even knowing what these two perverts are about to do. You're such an innocent girl, no?
Well you won't such an innocent girl anymore after they wreck your poor cunt. You feel Satoru's hands tug at the hem of your skirt, trying to pull it off of you.
You decide to give him a little help by tugging down your skirt, he hums as you pull it off for him. He lets his hands run over your skin. You smile, pulling him in for a kiss.
Something he wasn't expecting to happen, but he kissed back, he sat up the kiss deepening as he pushed you over, that way he was on top.
He hummed, as he pushed his hand past your panties, he looked at you, making sure you were comfortable with his actions. You nodded as he used his thumb to rub your sensitive clit.
Causing you to jerk your body upward, he looks at you as he places his other hand on your hip to steady you, won't you stay still for him and allow him to play with your sweet cunt?
He moved, and pulled your panties from your legs, dipping his head between your legs as he pressed his nose against your clit, his mouth pressing soft kisses against your hole.
You let your fingers tangle in his hair as he kisses your hole, occasionally allowing his tongue to enter your tight hole. You look up, seeing Suguru right behind Satoru.
He looked like he was plotting something, but not for you of course, he still has to handle Satoru, since Satoru insisted on handling your tight little cunt.
Suguru sat on the couch, making sure Satoru didn't notice him as he reached his hands and grabbed Satoru's hips, pulling Satoru onto him. Satoru yelps, as he gets pulled onto Suguru's lap.
“Change of plans Satoru.” He murmured as he pushed down his pants and boxers, motioning for Satoru to do the same. Satoru cocked an eyebrow, as he did as Suguru told him.
You watched the two of them for a moment before crawling over to Satoru, and hovering him, grabbing his face and kissing him. He practically melted into the kiss as he pushed his boxers down.
His thick cock hitting his stomach, as he feels Suguru grab his hips once again. Suguru pressed kisses against Satoru's shoulder as he used his fingers to prep Satoru.
You found it quite surprising with how long his moans and whimpers were. Satoru was squeezing the couch cushions, letting out the most sluttiest moans as Suguru prepped him.
You and Suguru may or may not have came up with a plan while Satoru was focused on buying stuff earlier.
★ Flashback ! ★
“Sugu, could we try something later?” You questioned him, looking over to him as he observed Satoru, and all the things the white haired male was buying.
He looked over to you, and nodded. You told him what you wanted to try, and he seemed to like the idea you came up with.
★ End of Flashback ! ★
You watched as Suguru prepped Satoru, you reached out, your hands beginning to stroke his cock. His moans grew louder as the two of you pleasured him.
He was having a hard time processing what was happening, poor Satoru, to think you were innocent. Instead you had plotted against him, with Suguru.
He thought you two were his best friends! Instead you both are just perverts. You look at Suguru, motioning for him to do what he has to do.
Suguru looked back at you, humming as he lifted Satoru up, and lowered Satoru onto his hard, standing cock. Satoru tilted his head to the side as he let out moans, giving Suguru so much access to his neck.
You allowed Suguru to fuck himself into Satoru before your plan moved onto it's next step. You continued to stroke his cock as Suguru practically bounced Satoru on his lap.
Suguru nodded, looking at the fucked-out Satoru, then back at you. You nodded as you turned around and positioned your cunt right over his hard cock.
As you lowered yourself onto Satoru's cock, you could feel his hands attempting to grab at your hips. You hum lightly, as you began to bounce yourself on Satoru's cock.
You and Suguru might even have the chance of fucking him stupid, it's not like he wasn't already fucked dumb. His body jolted, forcing both your body and his to go up as Suguru fucked up into him aggressively .
“Sugu!” You managed to get out, as Satoru was practically fucking up into you because of Suguru. Poor Satoru, could barely control his movements, he just wished Suguru would slow down, so he could pleasure you!
You tried to steady yourself as you began to bounce on Satoru's lap. Satoru reaches out and wraps his arms around your upper waist as he pulled you closer to him, that way your chest was pressed against him.
Suguru practically moved your position, so now Satoru and you were on top of him, Suguru's hands gripping Satoru's thighs. Suguru had a lot of stamina for some reason, and wasn't slowing down as he fucked himself into Satoru.
Which had a HUGE affect on you and your poor cunt. Maybe you shouldn't have came up with this idea. But you wanted to prove you were able to top Satoru after he teased you for so long!
Satoru pressed kisses against your shoulder, feeling himself about to about to cum. “Mm! f-uck - wait Suguru slow down! I'm close!” He managed to choke out, his grip tightening on your hips.
Too bad! Suguru wasn't listening, and you were close as well. You all were close so why not cum at the same time? Suguru didn't stop as he groaned, he was so close.
Both you and Satoru came at the same time, moans and whines coming from both your throats. Suguru came a minute or two after the two of you did.
Suguru lifted the two of you off of him, as you and Satoru laid down next to each other. Suguru went to go grab a warm rag or two, so he could clean you both up.
“Sleep well idiots.” Suguru murmured as he put the blanket over you two and kissed your foreheads. He pushed himself up and went to go shower. He was definitely going to have to wake you two up after he showered.
And if he was feeling nice, he'll cook for you two, but for now, he'll allow you to rest, then he'll carry you both to the bath so you can relax after such an intense sex!
☆ this is a lot !! I hope you all like it though !! I’ll start on the next story once the poll is over !! ☆
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Shopping... On Him...



Summary: The perks of being Chan's wife??? You get to see how adorable he is with his daughter��and you get to use his card for shopping sprees! What more could you ask for?
Relationship: Husband/Dad!Chan x afab!reader
Word Count: 1350
Warnings: FLUFF...CUTESY DISGUSTING FLUFF...WOW I could have his children...lowkey no plot...just tooth-rotting cuteness, suggestive behavior/convos PG13 ig...
The soft morning light filtered in through the sheer curtains of your bedroom. You were sleeping peacefully, which at this hour, was rare. The sleep was too good - suspiciously good. You blink your eyes open slowly, taking in the room. You look over to your clock and see it’s nearly nine am.
You turn over, your arm hitting the empty bed beside you. Brows furrowed, you sat up. The room is empty, the bedroom door cracked.
“Chan?” you say in a voice not too loud.
He didn’t respond so he wasn’t in the room.
You push the covers off, adjusting your shirt and short sleep set with the ‘WIFEY’ graphic on it and slip on your slippers. You make your way into the hall, the sound of dishes clanking in the kitchen. Smiling, you descend the stairs and come into the kitchen.
“Mommy’s awake!” your daughter Minyeong squeals.
Your husband beams at her, nodding his head in your direction to silently tell her to go to you. She hurries off the step stool and runs over to you.
“Good Morning!” she says in her little voice, her dimpled smile so big and contagious.
“Good morning sweetie.” you say, hugging her. “What are you doing in here?”
“We were making you breakfast. Daddy said you were supposed to stay in bed.”
“Oh oopsie.” you smile, putting her down. She runs over to your curly haired husband who is smiling at you.
The dimples in his cheeks that your daughter favored were prominent and you couldn’t help but blush. You walk around the island and hug him from behind as he cooks the eggs and bacon. Minyeong is setting fruit slices on the plates carefully.
“Morning Channie.” you say, kissing his shoulder.
“Morning, pretty.” he says, turning in your arms to wrap his around you. “How did my girl sleep?”
“Wonderfully.” You smile and he kisses you deeply.
“Daddyyy…the bacon..”
“Right…sorry doll.” He says, turning off the fire and moving the bacon to a serving plate. “I was thinking you could take Yeongie shopping today…she needs more clothes.”
“Does she? Did she tell you this or….?”
Chan smiles… “Well I was gonna get her dressed this morning…but I just couldn’t seem to find any clothes.”
“That’s because it’s laundry day. I have 4 loads to put away.”
“Here’s my card…” Chan hands you his card dramatically and you roll your eyes. “Take our sweet daughter shopping for some cute clothes. And get yourself something too. No limit on this one.”
You look at the black card in his hand and he winks. You take it, shaking your head, and he kisses the side of your head.
“Good girl,” he whispers.
After breakfast, you and Minyeong got dressed and headed to the local mall. Chan went into the studio to work on a track with Changbin and Han for the day. He said he would be home for dinner but you knew he would be late. He always got lost in the studio and you usually had to pull him out.
At the mall, you went to three different stores - Old Navy, Carter’s and Tiny Human. Tiny Human wasn’t planned but the boutique was too cute to pass up. Then you went to Dior - only to find more cute things for her there. You also got yourself a few things, making an important stop to the lingerie store for a special surprise for Chan later.
After a few hours, you were back home, the bags all on the floor around Minyeong. You snuck a pic and sent it to Chan, hoping it will encourage him to come home a little early.
Of course he didn’t see it until an hour later, responding: OMG *heart eye emojis* I can’t wait to see what you bought! Heading home!
You smiled, happy he was going to be home soon. You had managed to put all the laundry away, and the new clothes while she took a nap. And once you were done, you slipped on the lacy number under an oversized shirt and leggings. He was going to be pleasantly surprised tonight after Minyeong went to sleep.
You began cooking dinner when he finally came home. Minyeong ran from the couch and hugged Chan. He smiled, picking her up and spinning her around.
“How is my little princess doing?” Chan asked.
“Mommy was mean to me today.” she pouts.
“Oh she was?!” he says, squatting to her level. “How was she mean?”
“She wouldn’t let me get ice cream at the mall. We had to come home.”
“Oh how mean of her.” Chan furrowed his brows and pouted with her. “Mean mommy…”
You shake your head at them and he rises, coming over to you.
“How could you be so mean today? You should have gotten ice cream.” Chan taunts as he walks over and grabs you from behind, kissing your cheek.
“We’ll have ice cream after dinner, Yeongie.” Chan says with a wink.
“Yay!” she cheers, running back into the living room.
You glare at him.
“What? I can’t say no to my girls. I don’t hear you complaining…”
Before you could protest, he pulls you flush with him and kisses you passionately. You melt, all words lost. He wins once again.
“Yeongie, show me your new clothes.”
“Okay. Mommy come help me.” Minyeong pleads as she runs up to her room.
Chan watches the stove as dinner finishes up. You go into the room and help Yeongie put on her new outfits and strut into the kitchen to show them off.
“Oh I love this.” Chan says. “Oooo, this one comes with a unicorn bag?!”
His commentary makes you giggle as you watch the interactions. Your heart was so full, your life so rich. Your little family was perfect and you couldn’t be happier. Chan has made your life so amazing and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Dinner was done soon and you all sat as a family eating. Chan, of course, kept his word and the two enjoyed some ice cream before he put her to bed. He read her two stories before she was out cold. Then he carefully snuck out of the room and back downstairs.
You had cleaned the kitchen and were sitting back on the couch. He sat down next to you, pulling you into his lap.
“I love you.” he said, kissing you.
“I love you too Channie.”
“I love our little family too. Minyeong makes me want to have more.” He said while idly stroking your arm with his fingers.
“You do?”
“Yes. I want more little yous running around.”
“Are you blind? She’s like…an exact copy of you.” you say and he chuckles.
“Not true. She had your gorgeous eyes. And your sass. And your beautiful skin.”
“Well…then I guess I should probably tell you…I’m pregnant.”
“What?” Chan sat up, nearly knocking you off his lap. “Seriously?”
You nod with a big smile. “I got a call from my doctor today confirming it. I didn’t want to tell you till I was sure.”
Chan smashes his lips to yours. “Y/n, you make me the happiest man alive. I don’t know what I would do without you.”
“You wouldn’t sleep, one…” you say and he tickles you.
“So it’s like that, huh?” he says, a huge smile on his face as he laughs with you.
“Maybe.” you shrug.
“C’mon, pretty. We’re going to bed then. Imma show you just how little sleep I can get.” he throws you over his shoulder and carries you up to bed.
“I guess you get to open your gift then.” you say in the bedroom.
“What gift?” he asks, putting you down.
“I bought you something today too…”
He squints his eyes at you before stepping closer and lifting your shirt over your head. He bites his lip, drinking in the sight of you in the black lingerie. You slip off the pants and twirl. He smirks, launching himself at you. You two land on the bed, only to tangle in the sheets for most the night.
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anyway who wants to see all the books i got :)

The Setting Sun is the only book i was SUPPOSED to be buying out of these :)
i am NOT allowed to go back to the bookstore.
#listen. there was an order to what happened okay.#i was looking dazai osamu books alright. that was the reason i WENT to the store.#for setting sun and any others if i could find them.#was walking around; store had a display specifically of japanese authors today!#found setting sun! also found i am a cat !!! which i had previously read the description of and thought 'i wanna read that'#so pleasant surprise!#went to a different store in the mall to come back to this one after so i wouldnt ve lugging ooks the whole time#came back; decide to check the Classics shelf for any of the other dazai books#(i had looked online the other day so i know that SHOULD have them in stock. somewhere.)#find kokoro!! by the same author as i am a cat!! title caught my eye bc the word kokoro was used in the intro to the nakahara chuuya poems#and my brain had grabbed it#went 'oh neat! and its like the only fucking book by a non-us or european author in this fucking section istfg'#so i grabbed it!#didnt see the dazai books there- oh well lemme go grab the other 2-#think. wait. i wonder if they have any verlaine or rimbaud? i bought a book that has a collection of them and baudelaire poems online but#lemme check#find lvoe. ii!!!! I DIDNT KNOW IT EXISTED!!!!!!! i thought atticus only had 2 poem books-- when did he release this one??????#ok ok fOCUS#find the sappho poem book; little z had recommended it forever ago.#i MUST grab it too--#look in my hands.#i am now holding 5 books.#immediately stand up and walk to the front. refuse to even LOOK when smth catches my eye.#spend $100 and leave the fucking store.#shh ac
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Go big or go home pt 2
Part 2! Hooray!
Uhhh, enjoy? Feast? Idk
🔞
Pt1
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When Mark Grayson had come up to you a month ago begging for a fake girlfriend, you didn’t expect to find yourself agreeing.
Or making out with him…
Or fucking him in the back of your car on Prom night behind a McDonald’s. But, you know what they say?
Go big or go home.
“So…why did I have to skip my fifth period for this? Couldn’t we have just gone, I don’t know, after school?” Mark asks, climbing out of the passenger side of the car. You scoff at him, closing the drivers side door.
“Mark, I have practice from 3:30 to 5:00,” You exhale, walking with him to the elevator, “we should have done this a month ago but someone kept bailing out on me!”
He winced, feeling guilty all over again. You were right, every weekend since the agreement you had tried to get him to the mall to go tux hunting, but every weekend something just had to happen. I run away train, monsters trying to tear up the city, his mom did actually need him for something, HE WENT TO FUCKING MARS.
No, he did not tell you this, you had no idea your nerdy awkward friend was the hottest new hero.
He probably would have gotten a lot more than a steamy make out if you knew though…
“When was the last time we hung out?” He asked when the elevator dinged and opened for them. You looked over at him funny, raising a brow, “like, last Wednesday-”
“No, like, before the deal…I can’t remember the last time you came over, or let alone gone to the mall with me.”
You sighed, willing the elevator to go up faster, “Mark…we just, drifted apart.”
“No, you got popular.”
“Really? Now? We’re gonna do this now?” You shoot him a glare and he immediately closes his mouth, bashfully looking down at his scruff up high tops. Fuck, why was he so cute and pathetic and ughhhhhhhh
The elevator stopped and you both let out a sigh in relief.
“Okay, I already have my dress so we just gotta match a tux.” I spoke, grabbing his wrist and tugging him.
He stumbled a bit, cheeks flaring. Shit, no, he was not crushing on you of all people. Not when this whole thing started with him begging you to fake a relationship with him because of a different girl.
You tug him into the store, immediately throwing him into a changing room before he even got to see the tuxes.
“Mark, what size are you again?” You asked, looking at button up shirts. Black. Black was hot and it would looks so fucking good against his skin tone…
“Uhhh…like a large?”
“A large?”
“…yeah.”
You sighed, talking to the curtain, “just take your shirt off and give it to me so I can find your size.”
There was an awkward pause followed by the sound of Rustling fabric, than an arm poking out from between the curtain holding a shirt. You roll your eyes, laughing slightly before grabbing the shirt and looking at the size.
Holy-
You rip the curtain open, causing Mark to let out a girlish scream, “(Y/n)?! What the fuck-”
“Oh my god…YOURE RIPPED!”
He blushes, rubbing his arm awkwardly, “uhhh yes? Yes.”
“What? When?! When did this happen?!” Fucking noodle arm Grayson looked like his biceps were as big as my head-
“…puberty.”
“Puberty?”
He snaps, pointing at you, “yes! Puberty gave me massive muscle.”
“…Mark that’s the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard.”
He whines, closing the curtain on you, “just go and make me look pretty!”
Watching him try on the black button up shirt and pants combo was like getting a magic Mike performance for free, but all his clothes stay on. Your foot tapped on the carpeted floor, biting your lip as he checked himself out in the 3rd outfit we had piece together for him. Shit, this wasn’t good.
“I think this one’s good.” He grinned, turning back to look at you with those dumb puppy dog baby browns. Fuck him and that dorky smile.
“Yeah…me too, fits you really nice,” you swallow, looking at how the pants fit over his ass, “really nice.”
He continued to check himself out, smiling triumphantly in the mirror. This bitch…
“(Y/n) is this what love feels like?” He asks, and you debate on throwing your shoe at him.
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I wonder if Debbie would feel grateful if I murdered her son?
Sitting on the couch with Marks parents was not how you wanted to start Prom, smiling awkwardly in your dark blue dress and picking at the dead skin by your pretty manicured nails.
“One minute (Y/n)! I-uh-gotta fix my hair!��
“But you look fine-”
“Okay, thanks, bye!”
“I’m gonna kill him…” you muttered under your breath, think no one could hear. Nolan coughed, adjusting himself on the couch.
“So…cheerleading, you enjoy that?”
“Uhhh, I guess so?-”
“(Y/N)!”
Mark comes tumbling down the stairs, and no, his hair did not look any better. He look like he just ran here, and you furrowed your brows, “Mark what the fu-”
“Oh! Look how cute you two look! Let’s get pictures!”
“I am really sorry…” he mumbled for the 10th time in a row, looking at you as you drove in silence to the school. You weren’t mad, psh, no, never! Why should you be mad? This wasn’t an actual date at prom, he wasn’t your real boyfriend, this was for a girl who DIDNT EVEN KNOW HIS NAM-
“Mark, really, it’s fine.” You spoke out in a sigh, stopping at the traffic light. It was taking all your strength not to look over at him and drool over hot absolutely hot he looked. The messed up, slightly sweaty, black hair against his flushed skin? Wet. Him in all black with the first few top bottoms of his shirt undo so that his collar bones were on display? You might soak through your underwear.
He on the other hand couldn’t bring himself to pull his eyes off you. It was the first time he saw your dress, and his hands were itching to touch you. You were just so fucking pretty…hair done so nicely, makeup done with purpose, god. You were a vision anyone would choose to stare at for hours on end without growing tired.
What was he doing? Going after some girl he shared one class with who smiled at him one day and in his stupid hormonal teenage boy mind, instantly wanted her? The fuck? You were right there. Gorgeous, witty, funny…
You pulled into the school parking lot and he make a noise in the back of his throat. Fuck, he was hard.
Walking in together was easy, it was the chaos of figuring what the fuck to do next. Do we just hang out? Do we hang out with your friends or William? Or do we go by the girl who Mark honestly had lost interest in the day to kissed him.
“Uhh, I’m gonna get some soda.” You mumbled, walking away in a hurry.
You pour the soda in a clear plastic cup, chugging it before going back for more. This. This might have been the worse torture ever. Not being able to sink your teeth into Mark Graysons perfect neck might kill you.
“Oh my god, I love your dress!”
You jumped and turned to find her, the girl, mystery girl, smiling at you.
Shit was she pretty, soft smile, pretty eyes. She look beautiful in her dress, and your stomach dropped.
“Oh! Thank you! You look amazing!” You put on your best fake smile, that good old cheerleader fake nice.
“Oh…thanks,” she blushed, pouring herself a cup, “you’re here with Mark Graysons right? He is so hot.”
Shit.
“Shit…”
Her eyes widen slightly, and you mentally kick yourself, “Mark? Oh yeah, total babe.”
She laughs off her shock, nodding, “yeah, you’re lucky.”
She smiles again, waving as she leaves you at the table.
Shit.
Mark smiles as you walk back over to him and William, “hey! You good?”
You hum, smiling, “yeah…I, uh, I talked to her.”
“…who?”
You faltered, squinting at him, “the…the fucking girl, Mark.”
He pales, looking as if he was just slapped, “oh…Oh!!! oh, yeah, right…what did she say?”
“Thinks you’re hot.”
His eyes widen, and he nods as he takes in the new information, “huh, why didn’t that make me feel better…”
“What?”
“What?”
You look at him funny, him trying to process shit. He inhaled, “should I,,.talk to her?”
“Yes! Fuck! Go!” You threw a smile on, reaching up to fix him up a bit, “just be yourself, Kay?”
He nods, softly looking down at you, “okay…yeah, okay.”
He walks off, disappearing into the crowd. I groan, sinking into the chair next to William. He pats my back, tutting, “you poor, poor, fool.”
The night felt like it went on for hours, and after Mark disappeared the whole thing just became unbearable. Your cheer friends laughed and talked about their dresses or their dates or how fucked up they were gonna get at the after parties. If it was any other prom, you would have done the same, but at the moment the only thing you wanted to do was lay on the ground and scream.
Mark hadn’t come back, couldn’t even get a glimpse of him, not even a little text saying everything was going good.
He literally left you at prom, alone. His date!
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid-
“Hey.”
You look up and glare, arms crossed. Here he was, man of the hour with the dumbest, biggest, smile he’s ever worn.
You roll your eyes, “let’s just go.”
The party was already dwindling, most people gone to go to the parties that would rage on till dawn.
He hurried after you, confused by your attitude, “w-wait. Why are you mad?”
“I’m not mad, Mark, I’m hustling tired.” You retort, pulling your heels off before continuing your stride. He stumbles, falling into step with you.
“You are mad. I can tell.” I can hear your heart making angry thumps
“I’m not mad!” You yell, making him jump. You both freeze, staring at one another on the steps in front of the school. You sigh, cheeks flushed from embarrassment.
“I’m not mad…I’m just tired. Can we go now?”
He nods slowly, biting his lip before following to the car. He climbs in silently, a war playing around in his head.
As you drove, he drummed his fingers on his thigh.
“(Y/n)…”
You hummed, not paying him any mind. He winced, sniffing.
“I,uh…I didn’t do it.”
SKREACH!
“What?! What do you mean?!”
He stuttered, not expecting that reaction, “I-i mean I didn’t do it! I-I talked to her, yeah, but…I-we-we talked about something else!” You. We talked about you.
You hit your head against the steering wheel, “Mark. What. The. Fuck? What the fuck man?!”
“We-I realized, in the moment, she was not my type.” He spoke, picking at his nails.
I groan, turning into the McDonalds parking and stopping the car. I turn to him fully, “spill.”
His eyes widen, cheeks flushing, “uh, I-i tried! I tried flirting but nothing was working! Not that she didn’t find me funny it’s just that my heart wasn’t into it! I-I couldn’t flirt with another when…”
He stopped, looking you up and down with that feverish look you only dream about. Your heart stuttered, and you swallowed, “when…when what?”
He licked his lips, and fuck the way his perfect puffy lips looked. He looking into your eyes, “you know why (Y/n)…it’s not fair.”
“Fair? The fuck you mea-”
He slots his lips on yours, body going over to cup your face so tenderly it was as if he was afraid he’d hurt you.
You kissed back, moaning softly before you got tired of his softness and grabbing sides of his face to deepen the kiss.
Mark's eyes widen in surprise as you deepen the kiss, your tongue slipping past his lips. His gripmoves down to your waist, pulling you closer to him. The sudden intensity of the moment washes over him, taking him by surprise.
He can't help but respond, his tongue meeting yours in a heated exchange. The world around him seems to fade away, leaving only the feeling of your lips on his and the sound of his own racing heartbeat.
You moan softly, pulling him closer and biting his bottom lip. Mark's head spins as you pull him closer, his body pressed against yours. Your moan and the bite on his bottom lip send jolts of pleasure through him, igniting something primal within him that he didn't know existed.
His hand moves up your back, tangling in your hair as he moans into the kiss, his tongue tangling with yours in a fierce battle for domination. He suddenly realizes he is very, VERY into this fake dating.
Mark forgets about the world around him, lost in the intense kiss. His body responds to your touch, his hands roaming over your back, exploring every curve and contour. His mind, usually so logical and rational, is completely consumed by desire for you.
He pulls away briefly to catch his breath, panting softly. His eyes meet yours, full of a mixture of surprise, desire, and a hint of something deeper. "Wow." He whispers, his voice hoarse.
“Wow…who taught you how to kiss like that?” You asked, lips brushing against his. He chuckles, peaking your lips, “you…do you know how hot that fist kiss was? I had never been kissed like that before…”
You moan softly, tilting your head up as he began to trail kisses on your neck and collar bone.
“Couldn’t stop thinking of you when I was talking to her…your smile. Your eyes. Your stupid laugh that plays in my head constantly.” He groans against your skin, inhaling the perfume you had put on earlier that night.
“Fuck…it’s always you.” He bit down, and you gasped a shout. Hands found their way into his hair, tugging on the black tuffs of fluff. He moans, sucking and biting more marks into your skin, gripping your hips so hard he was definitely leaving bruises.
“Fuck…c-can we? We don’t have to, but god…I need you so bad.” He whined, forehead resting on your shoulder. You shiver, there was just something so hot about him begging.
“Y-yeah…w-we just can’t make a mess.” You nod, crawling into the back seat.
He’s on top of you in seconds, so fast you blink and he was there. He was grounding his hips into yours, hiking the skirt of your prom dress up to make sure you felt the same friction as he did. He shuttered, mouth on yours as you both took turns swallowing each others moans and groans.
“Baby…I-i need you. Can I have you? I-I promise I won’t hurt you-“
“Mark! Please! Stop talking! I trust you.” You laugh, sitting up with him. This was going to be such an awkward fucking, the backseats were so small but in that moment you two couldn’t seem to care…not when his hands were in your underwear already, playing with your slick folds.
He shuttered, moaning just from the feel of your arousal. The knowledge that you were getting off too was making his head fuzzy.
“I-I don’t know what I’m doing-“
“Oh my god…Mark, are you a virgin?”
He nods shyly and it took all your willpower not to cum at that very moment.
“Oh-okay.” You nod, sitting up more, “we’ll go slow than.”
He nods, swallowing as he continued to clumsily play around with your sex. He didn’t know what to do, it showed, but he was doing something right.
You shuttered, pressing into his hand more, “h-here. Right here.”
He nods, licking his lips as his thumb finds your clit. You clench around nothing, cursing as he swirl his thumb around and around again slowly but firm.
You move your hand up his thigh, causing it to jump at the touch. Hands reach up to the zipper, tugging it down before popping the bottom open.
“Fuck~” he whined, thumb pressing harder making you jerk. Your hand ran over the outline of his cock in his boxes, and he moaned into your neck, “y-yeah…j-just please-touch me.”
Your hand slipping under the band, the heaviness and hotness of his skin was scorching. You pulled him out of his boxers, mouth watering. He wasn’t the biggest, but he was thick. Very thick.
“Oh, fuck…mmhn.” His hips raised, eyes screwing shut as he pants.
“(Y/n)…please…r-ride me? I-I need you so bad, I-“
You nod, hiking your dress up more before moving onto his lap. Pushing your underwear to the side, you swallow as you line him up. He stares up at you, pupils blown wide with love and lust as you hover above him and oh…he was not gonna fit.
You sunk down on him with a shuttered gasp, tears rising as he digs his fingers into your hips and moaned loudly.
“FUCKKK~ you feel so goood…”
You bottomed , panting above him. He tenses, and your brows furrow, “Mark-“
“S-sorry…sorry, I-I’m trying not to cum too fast.”
Oh my godddddd
You probably should have waited, but at that moment you couldn’t take it anymore. You raised your hips, slamming down on him again making his sob a moan.
“(Y/N)! Please, fuck!”
Arms wrapped around his shoulders, his face pressed against your bust as you moved. His needy sounds and the soft thap thap thap filled the car as you moaned, head thrown back as he sinks his teach into you again.
“S-so perfect-fuck-I-I’ve wanted you since freshman year…god, you were always so pretty, so so pretty, you’re so pretty-AH-“
God if he kept talking like that you are gonna cum.
“Mark…p-play with my clit.” You moaned out, grabbing his wrist and pressing it down on the aching pearl. He whines, nodding and moving his fingers the way you had shown him earlier.
Shit, this was too much. For both of you.
His thighs twitched under you, and he bit his lip hard.
“I-I gotta-I can’t-“
“O-one sec-one second.” You moaned, clenching on his dick painfully hard making him struggle to breath.
He whined, holding back as you pulled off him.
“C-can’t cum inside…sorry.” You mumbled, crawling down onto the floor. He cursed, hand covering his mouth as his eyes watched your every move.
He watched you lick your juices off his twitching dick, moaning as you take him.
“Fuck…you’re so hot…”
Hand resting in your ruined hair, urging you to move faster. He doesn’t force, just resting and combing your hair as he withers under you again,
“I-UGH…c-can I cum? Please?”
You slurp, taking as deep as you could before pulling off him, breathing and diving back in. He moans fingers tightening as his abs tense up. Thick, sticky, hot ribbons of cum glide down your throat, and he groans out your name.
Eyes meet yours, so dark and lust blow you can’t tell if the irises are brown or black anymore.
Maybe this wasn’t a bad idea?
#mark grayson#mark grayson x reader#invincible x reader#invincible show#invincible#smut#mark grayson smut
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「 𓍯𓂃 I KISSED HER FOREHEAD AND NOW SHE'S 𝒢IVING ME CRYSTALS ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ 」
𝐢𝐞. super Y2K crush scenarios with 𝐍𝑒𝕨 𝐉𝚎𝐚𝕟s

── ✰⋆⁺ 𓊆ྀི . . path to bookshelf ◍ 𓊇ྀི 🔮 虹 . . . 𝔸ᶰĎ 𝒴𝐨𝕌 ?. . .
❖︎ pa𝓲ring .ᐟ 뉴진스 x female!reader
❖ g𝓮nre .ᐟ fluff, comfort, wlw, friends to lovers
❖ 𝒘𝗈𝗋𝖽 count .ᐟ 𝟏,𝟎𝟒𝟏 total ✩ ✩ ✩
𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐈 ── ❝ You smell pretty today... ❞
“You too!” You blurted out, right before realizing you'd gotten your words mixed up, “Wait- I meant to say you look pretty, but... I guess I mean both? Gosh, does that even make sense?”
A tiny smile spread across Minji's features at your adorable timidness, her boot-clad feet taking a few steps towards you before pulling you close, gracing your frame with a tender hug, “It makes perfect sense, weirdo… thanks...”
Her voice was calm and soothing as usual, despite the way it made butterflies swarm in the spot where your heart should be. You couldn't really explain it, but something about Minji's energy always had a way of making you look and feel like a lovesick geek by time you got a proper sentence out—
“So,” she began again, breaking from the embrace and looking you straight in the eye, her hands resting at your shoulders, “when were you gonna tell me about this little crush you have on me?”
Your eyes widened like you had seen a ghost, a nervous chuckle slipping past your lips as she tilted her head at you, just as you muttered a distracting, “Right after I told you which Victoria's Secret fragrance I'm wearing?”
𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈 𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐌 ── ❝ Crystals? As a gesture?... ❞
“Pfft, of course!” Hanni replied matter-of-factly, “just like how you gave me coins for that gum-ball machine we passed earlier… but who's keeping track of all that stuff anyways?”
“You, apparently...,” you said as a gentle laugh escaped your lips at her quirky reply, “but touché, Hanni Pham... what should I do with these?”
“Hmmm,” she hummed, cupping your right palm in her own as the colorful stones glittered beneath the mall’s sunroof, “you can put them under your pillow at night!... o-or maybe even stash them in your purse so you can think about me wherever you go!”
“As if I'd need a crystal’s assistant with that,” you teased, ruffling her hair slightly with your free hand. “These are cool, though,” you went on, heart warming at both the feeling of your hand in hers and at the unique gift, “very sweet of you...”
“Eh, I tryyyy,” she replied smugly, right before blowing a tiny pink bubble with the gum she chewed, only to spit the leftover candy into a napkin and ask, “wanna close your eyes and guess what flavor you taste on me?...”
𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐇 ── ❝ I like your sweater… ❞
“Oh, this old thing?” Danielle asked with her warm Australian accent, taking the colorful sweater’s hem in her fingers to examine it's loose threads, “My nana knit this for me like... forever ago...”
“Well it's cool to see she was a step ahead of fashion trends back then,” you smiled, letting your hand brush over the soft yarn of her sleeve... That's when a certain question arose in your head:
“Random, but by chance, are you any good with using chopsticks?” You asked, wanting to keep the conversation going.
“Oh, for sure! I’m basically a pro at it,” she boasted, flipping her curly locks in a cartoonish manner.
“Sweet! I have two coupons for two different places. One for a craft store, and another for a sushi bar… only thing is that they both expire tomorrow,” You went on, hoping that she'd catch your drift without you having to state any specifics...
“Oh? Well it'd be a total bummer to let them go to waste,” she shrugged, hooking her arm in yours before tugging you along with her, “we better get going quick before they run out of sashimi… or yellow yarn…”
𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍 ── ❝ Can I come in please...? ❞
You heard a gentle voice call from behind your bedroom door, face buried into the largest pillow you could find given the sob-fest you had earlier…
“The door’s unlocked,” you sniffled, turning over on your bed to face her as she peaked from behind the door, her bright smile not even fading at the sight of you.
“I brought some heartwarming treats and DVD’s!” She began, voice just as pleasant as it always was. Haerin made her way to sit beside you on the bed, opening one of your favorite candy bars and handing it to you.
“How’d y’know I was upset?” You asked before taking a bite of the candy, chuckling a bit at the way she watched you so intently while doing so.
“I didn’t,” she went on plainly, “… I already wanted to surprise you today and just got lucky that it ended up being at a time where you needed it most…”
“Awww,” you pouted, dropping the candy bar to pull her into a hug, “you’re literally the best friend I could ask for, Haerin… thank you for coming to see me…”
“Of course,” she whispered, mind lingering on the word friend for a moment, even though she was certain you meant something a little more than that…
“So,” she began again, breaking from the contact and reaching for the TV remote, “Wanna rewatch Mean Girls or Clueless first?”
𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐘𝐄𝐈𝐍 ── ❝ Can I touch your hair? ❞
You asked the question for one reason: You were bored out of your mind from waiting at the bus stop, and playing with Hyein’s hair seemed like a fun way to pass the time…
“Oh, sure!” She chirped, immediately straightening her posture on the park bench as you scooted closer to where she sat, taking her wavy locks into your grasp.
Hyein’s round eyes wandered to the sparkly pink Juicy Couture purse you wore over your shoulder, compelling her to ask, “What’s in the bag?”
“Oh- just some barrette’s and hair clips I got from Claire’s yesterday,” you replied, pausing to click open your purse and show her the different kinds, “Thought you might be interested in some extra bling, so…”
“You know me far too well then, ____,” she smiled, scanning each package with her eyes before suggesting that you decide which hair-clip style she would wear, and vice versa.
You let out a simple “Okay” at her offer, reaching for the pack of silver shooting stars for her hair while she held the pack of butterfly clips beside your face, a satisfied look spreading across her features.
“These are gonna look gorgeous on you,” Hyein smiled, right before opening the pack of butterflies clips and popping a few different colored ones in her palm, “This is too fun already, hehe… I can decorate your hair first, right?…”
ʚ 𝐀𝒰𝐓ᕼ𝕆𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝕆T𝐸: I decided to explore the wlw genre for a change, and I have no one other than @jwanniie to thank for inspiring me to experiment on my platform in such a way through her works... I've always wanted to write for my fav GG's just like how I write for my fav BG's, but simply never found the courage to until now ~ Hopefully you guys enjoyed what I came up with! ɞ
❖ 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ( 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 💌 ) @squoxle @nikisvanillaccola @wonbinisbabygurl @ashgonedash @yourmomscuntis2tighy @addictedtohobi @ot7sevenlvr -> if GG content isn’t your thing, pls lmk and I’ll refrain from tagging you in such posts moving forward :3
#new jeans#kim minji#newjeans x reader#newjeans imagines#newjeans x fem reader#nwjns ff#hanni pham#danielle marsh#kang haerin#lee hyein#minji x reader#haerin x reader#gxg imagines#hanni x reader#girl group imagines#girl group x reader#gxg#new jeans fluff#gg fanfic#minji fluff#hanni fluff#gxg imagine#kpop x female reader#wlw#hanni pham x reader#kpop fanfic#newjeans imagine#new jeans fic#newjeans moodboard#new jeans ff
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paparapzi



— when your relationship is discovered by the media.
idolenhypen maknae line x nonidol femreader.
선우
you never thought you were going to end up with your best friend’s little brother.
you had grown up with your best friend and her little brother. sunoo had always made her crush on you noticed, however, you let it go. sunoo was a child to you.
you grew up with them until one day you stopped seeing sunoo, her sister told you that now he spent it in his room, you believed it at first, until you passed by the subway, a poster of his birthday.
he debuted as an idol.
that day you left him a small congratulatory message, even though he had debuted months ago.
since that day, you hadn’t seen him in person, you hadn’t talked to him. you didn’t follow the activities of his group either, it was as if sunoo had disappeared from your life forever.
until that day.
you were at your best friend’s house, studying for a university exam, but you had gone down to her kitchen because you were thirsty to death, what you didn’t expect was to see sunoo.
you hadn’t seen him in years, and he was so different. now he was a man.
you tried to talk to him in a friendly way, but sunoo only answered you with short words. you knew why. being an idol limited you to certain things, and one of them was having a partner, that’s why he behaved like that. you knew it, but you didn’t care.
you got his phone number thanks to his sister and you started talking to him, clearly, at first as friends, that was your intention at the beginning. what you didn’t expect was that little by little those feelings would be transformed into love.
every time you went to his house you kept feeling those looks, as his gaze went down to your lips. so, you decided to confess, you thought he was going to accept. but no, he rejected you.
you didn’t talk to him for days, you didn’t want to see him, you just wanted to get away from him.
what you didn’t expect was that after a month of what happened, he was going to be at the door of your house, confessing.
and of course, you rejected him.
you were resentful as well as scared, you didn’t want to be the partner of a famous person. But sunoo didn’t give up, he rolled his eyes and approached you to kiss you.
and from that day on, you started dating him.
“that’s horrible” you murmured while you saw the cream he was showing you. “i got pimples”
“babe, if i trust you, i won’t buy any”
you rolled your eyes when you heard him and you crossed your arms. it was at night and you were at the mall. even though you didn’t like going out at night, it was the perfect time so you wouldn’t be discovered.
“oh my god, don’t be mad”
“i’m not mad, i’m just giving you advice and you answer me like this”
you heard how he let out a laugh under his breath. “you get angry so fast”
“i learned it from you”
“my dear girlfriend is angry, what can i do to take away her anger?” he said as he approached you to hug you. you rolled your eyes and saw how his mask went down and began to kiss you on your face.
you began to give them several blows on his shoulder and walked away from him. “they’re going to discover you!”
“can’t i kiss my girlfriend?”
“sunoo”
you heard his laugh and left the cream in their position and grabbed your hand to leave the store. after going through several stores and buying you a couple of things, they were coming out of this one, but you couldn’t help but feel persecuted.
“will you go to eat at my mother’s house tomorrow?”
“yeah” you said uncomfortable looking around. “you don’t feel something weird, love?”
“yes, i felt it a while ago but I didn’t want to tell you. we should go back home”
you covered your face more with your hat and they both hurried their pace, but the discomfort didn’t go away.
“it’s a sasaeng, y/n”
you closed your eyes.
“these photos will be on twitter tomorrow, sunoo. what will we do? they will hate both of us, you and your group. they will criticize me for not being enough for you.” you covered your face with fear. “i don’t know if i can stand it”
“don’t say that, love. don’t”
“sunoo-“
“i think the best thing would be for me to reveal us.”
“what?”
“yes, y/n. it’s better. people will be able to understand us better and my fans will not feel betrayed.”
“i don’t know, sunoo”
“i won’t say anything if you don’t want to, but i think it’s better for us to reveal it.”
you touched your face nervously and nodded scared. “you’re right”
“i will protect you, don’t worry”
“yeah, that’s what i was supposed”
after that conversation, you arrived at your house and your boyfriend stayed up all night thinking about what to go up.
once you woke up, your boyfriend wasn’t there, the first thing you did was pick up your cell phone and enter Twitter.
sunoo in trend on twitter.
@/enhypen4life i cannot fuckin believe it???? sunoo with a gf? that’s surrealist
@/sunoowife if he chooses his girlfriend before his fans and group i hope he retires we don’t want a fake in the group
@/aprettyengene that’s crazy fr but we support <33
“engene
i really don’t know how to start this, i’ve been awake all night thinking about how you were going to react, how to tell you this without some feeling hurt, but I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s inevitable.
engene, i’m in love with my girlfriend. a few years ago i met the woman who now has me crazy, i can say that o love her. for this very reason, i ask for your understanding and empathy towards us.
i’m sorry if I’ve caused any discomfort.
my love for engene will not change. thank you.”
정원
it’s supposed that in your contract it said that you couldn’t maintain any kind of love relationship with the group you worked for. but for you and jungwon didn’t care.
you started working on hybe with le sserafim under source music, but due to internal problems, they transferred you to belift to work with the enhypen group.
at first you were a little scared, being transferred elsewhere and working with pure men did not make you very happy. but the first time you entered they were all very kind to you, and they were in their own world, without giving you importance.
but you were wrong, when you thought everyone was busy in themselves, jungwon was watching you.
he already knew you since before, he had seen you monitoring le sserafim in one of the awards, and fuck, you were beautiful.
jungwon didn’t believe in love at first sight, but when he saw you, he could confirm it.
jungwon always tried to get you talking, he always wanted to be by your side, but you treated him the same as the others. but you weren’t stupid, it’s very easy to know when a boy is interested in you, and he was too obvious.
seeing those little flirtations by jungwon made you gradually start to like it, but that was against the contract, you couldn’t.
one day, jungwon called you to touch up his makeup, even though you weren’t a makeup artist. you knew you couldn’t do it, but you still were.
you were in front of him, make-up his lips, your heart was beating faster than normal and your hands didn’t stop shaking. and to top it all off, jungwon whispered.
“you are so pretty, y/n. did you know that?”
you rolled your eyes and separated from him, trying to leave the room, but he grabbed your wrist and pulled towards him.
“do you know what will happen to me if they find out, jungwon?”
“then let’s try not to let them find out”
and with that phrase, you had been dating him for a year and a half. it had been difficult at first, since the looks that jungwon threw at you were not very disguised. but you managed to hide it.
now you were sitting on his lap and with your head resting on his chest.
“i don’t want to work today” you whispered.
“i can tell them to give you a few days off.”
“yeah babe, you can also tell them that we are dating.”
“i’m serious, you’ve worked so hard in these last few months. you need a break.”
“you need a break too”
“after the tour we can go on vacation, to the Jeju island”
“really?”
“yes, after tour we’ll have a little rest, we can go to jeju island”
“oh my god, jungwon! thank you so much” you said between kisses.
“sweetie, in twenty minutes we’ll go on stage, i need to go.” he said grabbing your waist to get you up.
“good luck”
your boyfriend went to get ready to go on stage and you sat down again to wait to see the concert. what you didn’t expect was to see one of the employees enter the room angry.
“so that’s why you work here, right?”
“what are you talking about?”
“aren’t you ashamed to break your contract?”
“what?” you said approaching your partner. “i don’t know what you’re talking about”
“don’t be silly” he said giving you the phone.
your eyes were filling with tears as you read.
they had created a thread on twitter exposing your relationship with Jungwon. you saw clips of him staring at you, smiling at you with hardly any reason, of him barely touching your waist. they were few clips, but they were enough to agree with him.
“do you know what it will mean for you and for others? they will fire us because of you, do you know how much he had to sacrifice to be working here?”
“i’m so sorry” you said taking the tears off your cheeks in vain, since you didn’t stop crying.
“internet people are right, you’re a profiteer and selfish person. i don’t know how we couldn’t realize it before”
@/jungwonwifey are these the people who hire hybe? I don’t know who is worse if she for taking advantage of Jungwon or he to go out with her
@/enhypenloves and he is the leader? wow congratulations to enhypen for having the worst leader in the world
@/life4enhypen i just hope they fire her and that jungwon learns from his mistakes
you cannot stopped crying. your fear had come true. all for being so stupid.
you had put yourself and your colleagues in danger. you weren’t rich, you needed this job, however you broke your contract.
“i’m so sorry, truly sorry.”
you felt how he took your arm tightly. “you will go to the boss and ask them not to fire us. It’s the least you can do for us.”
“what’s going on here?” you listened behind your back. “y/n?”
you felt how your partner let you go and you felt warm hands caressing your back.
“you okey?” you heard your boyfriend’s voice.
“she broke her contract, jungwon. i know you know it very well.”
“and do you think you have the right to treat her like that? mistreat a woman like that? mistreat my girlfriend?”
“jungwon… she-“
“i don’t wanna see you. the only one who has breached his contract has been you for believing that you have more power than the others. leave.”
once he left, your boyfriend turned you around to be in front of him and grabbed your cheeks with affection.
“he’s right, jungwon. i never had to go out with you, i knew this day was going to come but I never cared. it’s all my fault”
“it’s our fault. i love you, y/n, more than you think. i cannot let you go. i care more about you than all those people out there because without you i’m nothing.”
“jungwon-“
“let me fix this, please, don’t leave me”
you nodded uncertainly while he wiped your tears. a few seconds later he kissed you on the forehead and ran out of the room.
you sat worried. it took a few minutes until you realized the wonderful plan your boyfriend had.
“engeneee, the concert hasn’t started yet but i want to tell you a couple of words before starting, i shouldn’t be doing this but I must do it for myself and for you. my artistic and private life are two different me, and i would like the private one to be for me.
just a few minutes ago i just found out that my private life has been exposed on social networks, i was thinking about what to do, since i shouldn’t give any explanation of my love life, but I want to give you an explanation in case some have felt offended and to protect my partner. engene, i have a girlfriend, and i’m very much in love with her, it’s one of the reasons why i am who i am today, and I would like to tell you to respect for her. she is not a public figure, i don’t want any negative comments towards her. i hope engene supports my decision and understands me. people who don’t, will attend to the consequences. thank you very much.”
니키
you hated ni-ki with all your soul.
you weren’t good at anything, neither in studies, nor in extracurricular activities. you were only good at dancing. you were the best in your class, and so you lasted many years. until he arrived, ni-ki.
at first you thought you were going to get over it over time, that always happened, a new person came and showed his dancing skills, but you always end up being better than that person.
you thought it was going to be the same with ni-ki. but it wasn’t like that, even though you spent more hours in the studio than him, even though you were more disciplined than him, you never got over him.
and ni-ki loved that, seeing how he was always better than you despite all your effort. he loved seeing you angry, he loved fighting with you. he loved you.
it was a relief for you when he went to Korea, you were the best in the academy again.
you didn’t hear anything from him for years, even though you danced at his family’s academy. you didn’t want to know anything about him.
until one day you had to dance with one of the most famous groups internationally and in Japan. you had heard of them, but you were never fully interested.
you were excited, it was a pleasure to dance with one of the most famous groups in your country.
until you saw ni-ki.
you couldn’t believe it, of so many groups there were, ni-ki had to be in this one?
but that wasn’t the worst. the group had reincorporated the dancers of the famous song ‘bite me’ and... you were the dancer of ni-ki.
at first you acted like you didn’t remember, but you couldn’t help but stare at him sometimes. he was so different, more mature, taller, more masculine. sometimes you asked to yourself if he was the same one you knew.
and of course, ni-ki was so excited to see you. in part, it had been his fault. he had recommended his family’s academy, and especially you, saying that you were one of the best dancers in Japan.
you tried to keep your hatred towards him intact, but ni-ki didn’t cooperate. he stared at you for minutes, ‘unintentionally’ grabbed your waist tightly in one of the steps, and always bothered you saying that you didn’t take the steps well.
one day, at his request, they stayed in the practice room to ‘correct’ your steps, or rather to make fun.
“i’m still better than you”
that day you had pushed him hard and shouted angrily at all the injustices you had received when he appeared. you had told him that you hated him with all your heart.
“do you really hate me, uh?”
“i hate you with all my heart, ni-ki.”
that day, he had silenced you with a kiss, a kiss from which you did not turn away, despite repeatedly telling him that you hated him with all your soul.
“are you still hating me?”
since that day, you had had a romantic relationship with Ni-ki. and despite everything, you didn’t regret it.
now you were in the practice room, on the floor at a considerable distance from Ni-Ki. he had spent the whole hour mocking you and now you were angry with him.
“my sweetie girl is angry with me?”
“ugh, don’t call me like that”
you felt behind your back how he approached and hugged you from behind while giving you several kisses on the cheek.
“what can i do to get my girlfriend to forgive me?”
“maybe leave me alone”
“oh, come on, sweet, don’t be bad”
you rolled your eyes and turned your head to see him head-on with a pout.
“you’re the only bad here”
you felt how ni-ki’s hand rested on your waist and gave circles.
“i’m sorry babe”
“it’s not enough”
“what else do you want me to do?”
you smiled and you sit in his lap while you kissed him.
you raised your hand and gently stroked his hair, while ni-ki’s hand was around your waist.
before advancing in the act, they both heard the sound of Ni-ki’s cell phone. he separated from you and you pouted a little.
“wait a moment, babe” he said accepting the call.“jake, i’m busy, what happened?”
you could see how your boyfriend’s face changed to one of concern. you frowned when you saw him.
“what? that’s not true, isnt it?” ni-ki ran his hand over his face. “fuck, hyung i don’t know. yeah goodbye.”
“love? what is happening?”
“they know”
“what they know?”
“us. they know abour our relationship”
“what?” your heart had stopped, how had they been discovered? “riki?”
you looked at your boyfriend’s cell phone and you could see a photo of you two kissing in a parking lot.
“riki?” you took the phone out of his hands.
@/iamnikiwoman WHO’S THAT BITCH omg ni-ki is mine wtf who is that woman
@/loveenhypen well idk what to say hybe do something????
@/nikisbitch tf??
“they’re insulting us, riki.”
“don’t look that” he said taking the cell phone out of your hands.
“love? what-“
“let’s take a photo, i will publish in weverse.”
you let out an ironic laugh. “you’re crazy.”
“i’m talking serious. the company won’t do anything to protect me, let’s do that.”
“ni-ki, i’m stil on your lap, your fans will be angry”
“i don’t care, babe. if you don’t want to do that i understand, but i don’t know what more to do”
you sighed and nodded. “let’s do that”
in the photo you were still sitting on his lap and ni-ki’s hands on your waist. in the photo you couldn’t see your face, despite being revealing your relationship he wanted maximum privacy for you.
“i love this woman and nothing will change this”
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You know you’re in serious trouble now. You promised your boyfriend you’d let him go down on you tonight. Though no one is obligated to have sex, you’ve chickened out so many times that it's become a pain that you personally want to get over. You’ve been dating for the first few months of college, meeting him at orientation and falling for him harder every time you saw him. He promised you two could start things slow being that you were a complete virgin (him being your first boyfriend), he told you there was no pressure and no matter how many times your nerves took over, he’d be understanding of it…but that didn’t stop you from wanting to jump headfirst into sex with him.
You immediately ran to the first and only friend you made all year, Suguru. He was a 3rd year and had just the right amount of patience to put up with you and your silly antics. You figured that since he was older, he must’ve had his fair share of women. I mean, come on, it’s not like he was ugly?? When you asked him to go to the mall with you to pick some things out, his slender face painted an amused smirk. You threatened to not have him go with you if he was going to take you as a joke, but he assured you he wasn't he just thought it was:
“Cute”
You turn a blind eye to his clear mocking of you and sat shotgun in his car. Upon arriving, you two went store to store (Suguru holding all the bags, of course). You went from Victoria’s Secret to Bath & Body Works, trying to pick out the right lingerie, the right perfume, and the right body scrub. You wanted everything to go over smoothly tonight, it helped that Suguru was right there picking out which scent would smell best on you, if it fit your face, etc. You’d like to think he enjoyed helping you in this way after all, who knows you better than your best friend?
After spending more money than you probably should’ve, he drove you home to your apartment. You made him sit and wait for you on your bed while you showered, decorating your shower walls with the different products you had bought earlier in the day. Using each one in the order it was supposed to be used, feeling how the wet metal stick glides across your legs and in between the creases your body makes.
After getting out of the shower, you find beads of water effortlessly dripping down your now hairless skin. The sight of it excites you a bit. You decided to hurry and dry off, quickly applying lotion and little blots of baby oil to keep your skin soft, throwing on a skimpy tank top, that showed your underboob and pajama shorts. You hurried to your room, plopping down on the bed next to Suguru, who is now lying on his back, toying with his phone.
“Sooo, how do I smell?" leaning in so he can sniff, he leans in, and his eyes flicker a bit, almost as if he were a vampire smelling fresh blood, but he simply gave you an:
“I’ve smelt better” and carried on with whatever he was doing on his phone.
“I’m serious, Sugie,” you whined, pushing his arm a little. “Do I smell good or not?” He turns to look at you, so you know he is sincere, his over observant eyes switching focus between your lips and eyes.
“You smell good,” he smiled, turning back to his now shut off phone, his eyes hiding something deep inside of him. He puts his phone down and lifts himself up so hes sitting. He places a hand on you, starting down your mid-thigh area, slowly creeping his way to your mid-calf, and back up again. His big, warm hands occasionally gripped at the fat closest to your bare mound. You could feel your body heating up from his sudden touch, and you prayed that he couldn’t tell.
“Soft too.” His head turns so his gaze can meet yours. You smirk and readjust yourself on the bed closer to the headboard, your legs practically inviting him in. He uses this opportunity to adjust himself right on top of your pelvis, his eyes staring at you with a certain ostensible innocence. He grabs onto your unsure hands and has you rub his face, brushing across his plump lips and keeping your hand there for a moment. You can feel him taking in deeper whiffs of your newfound scent. Blood rushes to your face, taking advantage of the moment to part his lips, curious to feel the warmth and wetness that it holds.
“So do I get a taste or what?” With his hands holding yours closely, you chuckle a little, trying to alleviate the tension. You won't deny that you’re already aroused and curious about how you taste. You find it hard to resist his request, being that he has already smelled and felt you. PLUS, this would be all for your boyfriend’s sake… right? No no, you won’t use any lousy excuses like that, you wanted this.
He slides your shorts and panties off of you to reveal your cunt, the translucent wetness forming webs between your puffs and the clothing. He looks back up at you with a hunger in his eyes. After sliding them all the way off, his head is stuck between your ankles. He begins kissing downward, leaving wet marks and gentle nibbles along the way down to your thighs. Feeling his warm breath tickle your thighs made your tummy swirl, your second heart beating faster than the first. He kisses and squeezes them, making sure you know he's watching your reactions. Your body shutters in response, never having felt this many sensations at once. Not only that, but this is your first time seeing your closest friend as something more. You never had any doubts about Suguru’s capabilities before, but especially now..
He slides his mouth over to your puffy gates, slowly kissing them. You can feel yourself oozing to the brim, watching his eyes dart up to you. His fingers graze over your soft skin, spreading your folds open, as he moves his stiff, wet tongue against your clit. He starts slowly, at first moving in long slow strokes, your body jolts a bit, slowly adjusting to the new feeling. He carefully slips a digit into you, feeling how you squeeze and twitch under his touch. He applies more pressure, moving his tongue rhythmically, and pushing his finger further and further into you. You start to pant and grab the sheets under you. With each stroke he makes, you fall deeper into euphoria, your face burning from the pleasure
“Sugie~” you whined. He moves both of his hands to either side of your hips and holds them down, making sure you feel everything that comes with ‘just a taste’. Your breaths become ragged and out of control, and your back practically levitates off the bed. He swirls himself in deep circles, drool escaping his mouth and drowning your cunt. He tounges you like you’re the sweetest treat he’s ever tasted, his brows furrowed as small groans escape his mouth, the vibrations and hot air adding to your arousal. You leave your mouth agape as the feeling drowns out any sense of the world around you, though it’s short lived as whines and silent moans leave your lips, moving quickly, you cover your mouth.
Suguru makes a disapproving groan against your clit making it beat with anticipation. He reaches up to your arms, sliding his hands down to your wrists. “Pretty girl,” he coos, vibrations still threatening to bring you over the edge. “Keep these down for me, or I’m going to tie you up, ok?” he warned, his voice deepening with lust. You nod and he slowly lets go of your hands, letting your fists bury themselves into the sheets. As he starts up again, this time suckling against your sweet bulb, your eyes shut tightly as you mindlessly attempt to move your hips towards him, your back practically levitates off the bed, begging for the pressure down below to finally release. Forlorn cries bounce off the walls as the familiar sound of sucking and huffing fills your ears, not nearly giving you enough time to breathe. But then he suddenly stops.
"Eyes on me.” You open your eyes and look at him, tears of joy form as he eases in two digits, beckoning a sharp gasp from you. His gaze grows softer shoots shoots you that same knowing smile. Knowing that he’s watching you, he’s touching you, he’s making you feel this way, it brings you over the edge, your tight walls seizing and leaking all over Suguru’s fingers, clutching faster and harder with every thrust. He traces his lips over your stomach back to your beating clit, eyes piercing through your skull, until the pressure building in your stomach finally boils over, appearing in the form of a gushing fountain. Your body tenses up until every last drop seeps out.
You look down at Suguru, who’s licking translucent slick off his fingers, his other hand still squeezing your thigh. “What? Want a taste?” He teases, crawling over your now limp body to position his lips above yours. They fall, lightly dancing against them, his hand finding its way under you and holding you close. His kisses become wider as he inches his tongue against yours, the slight metallic taste fulfilling your senses.
“You should only taste this way for me, you know?”
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You’re so talented and amazing that smut has me SWEATING!!!!
Plsssss part two with Steve taking readers virginity I beg
stop I love you!



cw: 18+ minors dni, smut, inexperienced reader, oral (f and m receiving), virginity loss, p in v, unprotected (sorry I can’t write any other way)
part one
requests are open!!
shockingly, when you went to Steve’s house that night, you two didn’t sleep together. Which was his idea. He said he felt like maybe you two oughta get to know each other better before you went that far. You were visibly upset by that but Steve insisted it would be better that way.
So that’s how you find yourself a couple weeks later, holding hands with him as you walk through the mall. If you didn’t know any better, you’d swear you were dating but Steve didn’t ask you to be his girlfriend. But you two have been spending almost every day together, after work and on your days off. Like today, the pair of you have the day off but you wind up at the mall anyway. He called you this morning and asked if you wanted to hang out. To which you told Steve you needed to get a new pair of shoes for work, since yours were falling apart and he offered to tag along. He even picked you up.
You make eye contact with your coworkers as the pair of you stroll passed the food court. They make crude hand gestures and so you squeeze Steve’s hand and walk faster. He’s none the wiser, eyes scanning around the crowded mall. You catch yourself staring at him. You’ve had this like, really intense feeling in your chest ever since you and Steve started hanging out. It’s tight, almost like your lungs don’t have enough air. And he’s literally all you think about, all you can talk about. Steve, Steve, Steve. On a loop, to a nauseating extent. Not nauseating to you, but most likely to your family and friends. But really, he’s so dreamy.
“Where do you usually get your work shoes?” Steve asks, grazing his thumb against the back of your hand.
“Sears,” you answer honestly. Steve’s parents are in a vastly different tax bracket than your own so you get a little self conscious about these kinds of things. You were incredibly impressed with his house. And it took a good convincing from him to let him come over to yours. Especially because while Steve’s parents weren’t home when you went over there, yours were at yours always. And they were embarrassing, even though you were an adult now, they hovered. And you couldn’t close your door when he came over. Your mom about talked his ears off, too but Steve was charming and when he left, your mom told you he was sweet and she liked him.
“Cool,” he nods, “What do you wanna do after this?”
You shrug, walking into the entrance of Sears, “I don’t know.”
“We can use my pool,” he offers, “It’s really nice out, today.”
You blush, the thought of being in your swimsuit in front of Steve is kind of a lot. Even though you two have messed around, you’ve been almost completely dressed each time. Really, you’ve just been doing the same thing— dry humping but Steve always pulls your tits out. He actually stares at them sometimes, gets this look on his face that makes you feel like a million bucks. His eyes get all glassy and he looks dazed as he watches them bounce with your movements. It makes you feel sexy and you’ve never felt that way in your life. But being so exposed in broad daylight is rather intimidating.
“Yeah, maybe,” you reply shyly, cheeks ruddy at the thought of him seeing your body. “We’d have to go get my swimsuit, though.”
“We’re at a mall,” Steve chuckles, “You can just buy one.”
Well, you didn’t anticipate spending too much today. But again, you’re embarrassed so you won’t say that. You just shrug, “If I can find one.”
“I can help,” he grins, eyebrows raising as he nudges his side against you. Which just makes your face ten times more flushed. “Oh, look!” Steve points to the section of the store lined with swimsuits, “Perfect.”
The pair of you head that way. Steve motions at a red bikini, which is not something you’d usually wear. You’re a one piece kind of girl. But now that you’re thinking about it, the swim suit you have at home isn’t exactly sexy. And really, you want Steve to look at you with that dreamy look in his eyes again.
“That one’s nice,” he says, “And my trunks are red, so we’ll match.”
You pick up the top, looking it over when you realize you have no idea how to tell your size. You’re gonna have to try it on. “I need to try it on,” you tell Steve and grab a few sizes before making your way to the dressing rooms, Steve right behind you.
Much to Steve’s dismay, you don’t show him the bikini but you get the right size and get your pair of shoes. Steve buys you a smoothie on the way out. But what he does on the ride to his house is really what gets you. As he’s driving, he reaches his hand over and rests it on your thigh. His palm against your bare thigh makes them all tingly and you feel like the car is suddenly really hot, so you roll down the window. Looking out because you’re too shy to look at him. Steve squeezes your thigh and you clear your throat, shifting in your seat.
“You alright?” he asks, turning to you briefly.
“I’m fine,” you choke out as you look at him.
“Is this okay?” he squeezes your thigh again.
You swallow the lump rising in your throat and nod your head yes, “Yeah, it feels nice.”
“Good,” he smiles, his eyes crinkling with it and he’s the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen.
❤️❤️❤️❤️
You’re really nervous, fixing your hair as you look in the mirror. You wished Steve gave you a towel to cover up with before you changed because now you have to make an entrance… in this bikini that feels like it barely covers anything. You swear one wrong move and your boobs gonna fly right out. But you think, Steve won’t mind that.
His face confirms it when you finally walk out onto the back patio, seeing Steve laying towels out on the pool loungers. He drops the towel in his hand and his lips part, holding his hand above his brows to shield the sun as he gawks at you. And thankfully, his reaction gives you a breath of confidence and you strut over to him, “Not too bad, huh?”
“Fucking unbelievable,” he breathes through a satisfied smile, “You look amazing.” His hand comes to rest on the back of your waist, dipping his face down to kiss your cheek.
“Steve!” you flush, bringing your hands up to your face. He grabs your wrists and kisses all over face, repeating that you look great over and over. You erupt in giggles, grabbing his hands and pull back.
“What? Too much?” he asks, looking down at you with those gorgeous puppy dog eyes.
“I think… you need to cool off,” you say slyly before shoving him into the pool, jumping in right after him. Steve’s laughing when he comes up from the water, swimming over to you and wrapping his arms around your waist.
“Good one,” he muses, looking fond, “Very clever.”
“I’m glad you thought so,” you giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck. He kisses you then, and immediately you melt. Kissing Steve is like otherworldly. It’s like everything around you disappears and it’s just you two. His lips are soft yet firm, kissing you determinedly. His hands are big, cascading up and down your sides.
But then he pulls away and smiles, “Wanna race? I bet I can swim from this end to the other faster than you.”
“You’re on,” you bet and start swimming to the edge of the pool.
❤️❤️❤️❤️
After you two get out of the pool, your body is all tingly and needy. You dry off and can’t keep your eyes off of Steve’s body as he dries off. Eyes scanning over the constellations of moles scattering over his chest, arms and back. He catches you, biting is lip as he’s drying his hair.
“Steve?”
“Yeah?”
“I think… I want…” you take a deep breath as your face flushes.
“What is it? You okay?” he asks, tilting his head as he gets a look of concern in his eyes.
“I think I’m ready,” you tell him, “ya know.. to do it.”
“Really?” he drops his towel, looking surprised.
“Uh huh,” you nod as you smile, so sure of yourself.
He grabs your hand and practically pulls you up to his bedroom. You fall back on his mattress and he’s crawling up between your legs, palm meeting your cheek gently as he crashes his lips into yours. It’s different than kisses before. Steve seems more urgent, more needy. His hands feel you everywhere, squeezing and pulling wherever he can. It’s intoxicating and makes your stomach twist, full of desire. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him even closer and you can feel his cock strained behind his swim trunks rubbing against your core. It’s familiar, but a bit more charged. There’s more coming and it has your back arching. Steve breaks the kiss, “You’re sure?”
“Yes,” you nod, writhing against him, “I’m sure.”
“Cool,” he breathes, moving his fingers to untie your bikini top and he pulls it off. His lips find your jaw, leaving sloppy open mouthed kisses wherever they can. Down your neck and over the curve of your breasts, then you feel his tongue against your perked nipple and you whine, knitting your fingers in his damp hair.
He flicks his tongue against it, looking up at your face as he broadly licks it before sucking it between his lips. You gasp, tilting your head back as you try to grind against him harder. You’re desperate for more friction there. Steve moans against your supple skin, and then his lips work lower. Down your stomach. And you no longer have his erection to grind against but his fingers dip into the waistband of your bottoms. Your breath catches in your throat, looking down at him in anticipation. He looks so pretty, the sunlight shining through the half closed curtains in his bedroom and casting beautifully on his strong eyebrows and sharp nose.
Steve peels your bottoms down your thighs and you move your legs to help him, hands moving to cover your chest. Otherwise, completely exposed to him. Steve kisses your hipbone, spreading your legs with his hands and then moves his mouth between them. Starts with kissing your thighs, but when he actually gets his mouth on your pussy, you cry out. It’s pleasure in a way you’ve never felt and it’s white hot, feel it everywhere. He licks through your folds, humming softly as he does so. It’s so warm and wet and lovely. Uses his plump lips when he does it, grazing against your folds. And he puts his mouth completely on you, sucks on your folds and his thumb lowers down to your hole, rubbing teasing circles around it and you gasp out. Eyes closing involuntarily as you tilt your head back, focused solely on how incredible this feels.
It’s almost pathetic how quickly he makes you cum, your cry breaks off as it leaves your lips and your thighs squeeze his head while you ride it out. Steve watches you with a look of shock on his face, flattery, really. Impressed with himself at quick he made that happen. Smoothes his palms along the soft skin of your legs as he forces them open, coming up for air. His cheeks are flushed, a pretty pink blooming over them and the tip of his nose.
“Christ,” he exhales, fingers digging into the fat of your thighs as he beams up at you. “You okay, princess?”
Your chest heaves while you come down, eyes blinking open as you let out a sigh. The pet name makes your chest tighten, you want Steve to say it again, over and over. “So okay,” you gasp out as you sit up and look down at him.
He smiles cheekily, nudging his nose against your shaking thighs as he blinks up at you, “You’re sensitive, huh?”
“Nobody’s ever done that to me,” you admit, tucking your hair behind your ear as you flush.
He chuckles softly, keeps nuzzling against your thigh as he smoothes his palms down your calves. “You sure you wanna keep going?”
You nod enthusiastically at him, “W-wanna make you feel good.”
Steve pushes you on your back, gets himself on top of you and places a chaste kiss against your lips, mumbles against them, “That made me feel really good.”
Your hands find his hair, carding in the locks as you kiss his words and roll your hips up to meet him, “I wanna keep going. Maybe I can try.. returning the favor.”
The boy grunts softly into your mouth, the corners of his lips hitching up, “You ever done that before?”
“No,” you pout, feeling a little self conscious but more than that, eager. “I’m a really fast learner, though.”
“I’m.. I,” Steve laughs, breath hot against your mouth, “Might need a break after, but… hell, we’ve got all night.”
“A break?” you ask curiously and Steve nods against you, foreheads bumping together. He cups your cheek, kisses you tenderly.
“Mhm, can’t go again as quick,” he mumbles into your lips, grounds his hips down and you can feel him through his swim trunks. Hard and firm against your sensitive cunt.
You pull him back slightly, looking up at him tenderly as you say, “I really wanna try.”
He laughs again, breathless and it’s not mean, it makes your heart warm. The sound of him. Pretty and sweet. Makes you that much eager to please; to impress.
Steve rolls onto his back, inches up against his pillows and looks at you, eyes dark despite the fond smile spreading on his face. You sit beside him and your fingers find the elastic of his shorts, inching inside and looking up at him for guidance. He nods, short and soft. You pull down his damp trunks and his cock bounces out, long and thick against his abdomen. He helps rid of the shorts completely, kicking them off his ankles and then he rakes his fingers through your hair. Tilts his head as he looks down at you and says, “Just do what feels natural, princess.”
Your cheeks heat at the name, blooming down your neck and chest. Curious fingers graze down his length, Steve breathes out a pretty sound— almost a whine, kind of a sigh. Then you wrap your fingers around him, biting your lip at the warmth and weight. He inhales sharply, nodding at you as you lean forward and press your lips to the tip. Experimentally, you lick against the head of his cock and then drag your tongue across the edge of it. Steve groans, keeps stroking your cheek and forehead as he watches you with pupils blown wide.
“That’s it, baby,” he breathes out, “doing so good already.”
You’ve still got your fingers circled around his shaft, holding his cock up as you lick the tip like an ice cream cone. But you know you’re supposed to suck, that’s what you’ve been told at least. So you wrap your lips around the head and do just that. It punches a pretty sound from Steve’s throat, distinctly a whine. So you do it again and again and Steve keeps making that sound over and over before he says, “Move your hand, princess. Slow, up and down.”
Head feeling all dizzy, you listen and slowly stroke his cock up and down. But it’s kinda awkward— dry. You think it would work smoother if your palm was wet so you pull away and lick your hand before returning it to Steve’s cock, and you were right, the movement is so much easier like this and Steve moans, eyes blinking rapidly as he watches you.
“Such a fast learner, good girl,” he pants out and you’re smiling, cheeks swelling before you take his tip back between your lips.
You like this— a lot. Grinding down against the mattress for some friction, thighs all hot and slick with arousal. It’s the way he reacts, the sounds he makes and the way his face contorts in pleasure. Steve was pretty before but he looks even prettier like this. He bites at his lower lip, makes it even pinker and plumper. You sink a little more of him into your mouth, careful with your teeth as you swirl your tongue around his swollen tip and then suck. Your jaw aches slightly but it’s so worth it. Steve’s fingers slide into the roots of your hair, gripping softly as he moans out little encouragements.
“So pretty, so pretty like this.”
And it’s kind of silly because you think he looks so pretty like this. You squeeze his shaft a little tighter as you stroke him, out of pure excitement and Steve groans, guttural and low as he swears, “Fuuuuck.”
You suck harder on his tip and continue moving your fingers up and down his length, curving your palm on each upstroke because Steve’s eyes roll back slightly and you want more of that.
“Just like that— holy—- fuckfuckfuck,” Steve pants and moans, “I’m gonna cum.”
Out of pure curiosity, you don’t pull off. Because also, when you came, Steve didn’t pull away. He makes a choked, broken sound and releases, hot and thick on your tongue. And you’d heard all your coworkers complain about the taste but Steve is sweet, not bitter like you’ve been told. You don’t hate the taste at all, though the texture is another story. But you swallow it down all the same and Steve’s watching and gasping for air as you pull away. He grabs hold of your face, pulls you close and then wraps his arms around your body, kissing you fiercely, bruisingly.
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It happens later. Steve’s parents away on yet another business trip, a white lie told to yours about staying the night at a friends and there you are. On his couch. Steve laid on his back, you nestled between his thighs with your cheek on his chest and his legs tangled with you. He plays with your hair as the TV plays late night informercials. You’re not paying attention, mind wandering as you subtly take in the smell of Steve. Musk and summer, his honey scented shampoo and the sugary candy you two shared on his breath. Fans your face hotly and lovely. Tickles against the ridge of your brows, cascades down to your nostrils and it’s rather intoxicating. Ushers you to lift your face and inch up his body, wanting to taste as you brush your lips against his. His hand snakes down your spine, onto the soft skin at the small of your back, your shirt pulled up just slightly. Steve kisses you back tenderly, sighing so softly you almost miss it.
A thought tugs at the back of your head and you ask against his lips, “What are we?”
Steve hums, eyebrow raising as he smiles, “What do you mean?”
“Like… we spend every day together, we kiss, we… do other stuff,” you swallow hard, chest tightening with fear as you repeat, “So what are we?”
He nudges his nose against yours, “What do you wanna be, princess?”
“Yours,” you admit, a whisper. Almost silent.
“You are mine,” Steve replies, squeezing your hip in his hand. You flush something mad, trying to surprise the giggle of excitement from bubbling out of your throat. It’s fruitless, the sound erupting from you as your cheeks swell. Steve kisses you again, softly and asks against your lips, “You wanna be my girlfriend, princess?”
You nod as you kiss back, “Mhm.”
“Then you’re my girlfriend,” Steve agrees easily, his breath smells so sweet, makes your head all fuzzy.
“And you’re my boyfriend?” you test, hand moving up to cup his jaw.
“You better believe it,” he mumbles, you can hear the smile but even better you can feel it against your lips. You kiss him again, more intent behind it this time— fingernails softly scratching at his jaw. Steve drags his tongue along your bottom lip, asking to deepen the kiss which you eagerly agree as you part your lips. He tastes like candy, tooth achingly sweet when you welcome his skilled tongue against your own. It heats up quick, your hips dancing together as the pair of you pant into each others mouths. Steve’s hands lower to the fat of your ass, kneading and pulling. Your thighs feel all tingly, core aching with desperation for him.
You’re determined, you’ve been wanting Steve in that way for so long it feels like and he’s been taking his time with you. Testing the waters when you would’ve handed it over to him that first night in Scoops Ahoy!
“Stevie,” you pant against his mouth, “need you.”
“You have me, princess,” he retorts, smiling sweetly as he uses his leverage on your ass to grind you down against him. You can feel his length, hard and firm against your core and you whimper, needy.
“Need you— Steve, want you so bad,” you babble into his mouth as you writhe against him.
He taps your bum, “Up. Bedroom.”
You obey, don’t have to be told twice, holding his hand as he leads you to his bedroom. He kisses you once you’re inside, guides you backwards until the backs of your knees hit the mattress and you fall into it, pulling Steve with you, refusing to pull your lips away from his. Which is a feat when you two start undressing one another. When you do have to pull away to rid of articles, you whine and Steve chuckles, gives you what you want seconds later. Smoothes his hands down your naked body as he licks into your mouth. He pulls back, on his knees between your legs as he licks the tips of his fingers and brings them to your core, exhaling sharply once he’s met with the evidence of just how much you need him.
This is it, you think. As he licks his fingers again and smears the saliva over his aching tip, guiding it towards your entrance and you whine out, just when skin meets skin. Readier than ever, overwhelmingly desperate to feel Steve inside you. Your back arches as he sinks in, just the tip of him stretching you open. It’s pleasure incarnate, radiates through your stomach and eats at all your nerves.
“More,” you plead, grabbing onto his biceps as you roll your hips. Steve sinks in deeper and it’s a little intense, searing and hot and also so, so, so perfect. Pulls a high pitched moan from you. Steve’s rubbing soothing circles against your stomach.
“Tell me if it’s too much, yeah?”
You nod, digging your nails into his skin. Making little crescent indents. He lowers his mouth to yours, grazing your lips together as he sheathes his cock deeper inside. You gasp out, eyes clenching tightly at the burn. Steve kisses you through it, whispers words of encouragement there. Princess this and princess that. Pushes through this barrier and it’s all white hot pleasure. Bright light behind your eyelids as you moan out appreciation, adoration, desperation. His hips still, giving you the opportunity to adjust. Kisses you stupid with sugary sweetness. Tastes just like candy. Your hands are all over him, chest, stomach, shoulders, neck and back. Crying out soft little praising sounds.
He grits his teeth, eyebrows tangled as he pleads, “Please— princess, can I move?”
“Please,” you beg, “Gimme…” the thoughts lost as Steve winds his hips back and pushes them back down into you. A moan interrupting, voice wrecked already and Steve swallows it, kisses it away as he rolls his hips steadily. Keeps this rhythm that has your eyes rolling back and steady, candied uh-uh-uh’s fall from your lips.
Steve’s left hand holds himself up, palm to the mattress while his right grips tightly at your hip. Your legs open, ankles hooking over the backs of his thighs and your hands are still everywhere, taking in whatever you can. The way he’s stretching you out and filling you up at the same time is intoxicating, euphoria dripping all over you. You’re almost mad that you’d waited so long but it’s all too perfect. And maybe Steve’s been right and waiting is what made this moment the best thing you’ve ever experienced.
His lips are brutal against yours, pushing and pulling. Desperate and hungry. These pretty grunts and moans mushing against your lips.
“Steve,” you whine out, “god…”
He moves to grab your jaw, tilting your head back into the pillows as he moves his hips quicker, harder. Makes your head spin, the coil in your stomach winding tighter and tighter. All you can really do is lay back and take it, mind gone all numb. Your hips search his out, rocking back into him with every thrust. The tip of his cock reaching something fierce and overwhelming inside you. Brushes against this spot so wonderfully that tears prick your eyes, threatening to spill over onto your cheeks.
“So perfect for me,” he mumbles into your mouth, “so pretty, so fuck— fucking gorgeous, princess.”
This wave rushes up on you like nothing before, punches the breath out of your lungs as you grip onto his back, nails scratching down the mole specked skin and Steve groans roughly against your mouth. Your eyes are open but you’re blinded by stars, exploding like fireworks as your eyebrows furrow and you emit a sound so loud, bordering on a cry. It’s like the drop of a roller coaster but a million times more intense, you’re not on this earth for the seconds it happens. Legs wrapping around his waist, crying out during the aftershocks of it. Steve’s panting against your lips, little whines and moans. Pretty sounds that just elongate the utter ecstasy ripping through your body.
“Fuckfuck— shit, princess, I’m gonna—“ Steve pulls out of you abruptly, fingers gripping around his cock as he spills over onto your stomach. Makes a choked and broken sound as he does it, your eyes are on his face. Watching the pleasure contort his features in a way that has you obsessed. He pants, chest heaving as he pushes his hair back. Catches his breath, leans down and kisses you softly before exiting the bed. You whine in protest, reaching your hands out for him.
Steve smiles sweetly at you, grabs a dirty towel from his hamper and moves to wipe his cock. You watch in awe, still coming back down to earth. He moves back towards the bed, using the towel to clean off your stomach. He drops it to the floor and curls up next you, pulling your face to his and kisses you stupid.
“Worth the wait?” he asks, teasingly.
You giggle and say against his lips, “When can we do it again?”
He laughs, pulling your body flush to his as he says, “You’re gonna kill me, princess.”
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Good Dolls Play Pretend
The doll knew about this store since it was a person, but it never bothered coming before it became. Now, it stopped by every time it was in the city to collect some authentic Asian tea. The mall was a little out of the way, but its witch didn't mind! So it sipped on some boba tea it ordered from a specialty cafe just a floor down while it decided on what flavour to-
"Woah, [XXXXX]?"
It froze as it turned to face whatever just spoke. It was a person, a man that was once the same age as it, a man that it tried and failed to date before it became. "Oh my god, it's been so long, how've you been?" He seems genuinely excited to see this one again.
This one learned to cover its joints with sweaters and longer skirts. This one knew how to talk to make people less mad or confused. This one knew how to play pretend.
"No way! Oh my god, I totally didn't expect to run into you." it said, forcing away its usual eager docility for normal human surprise.
The conversation continued as it would. The man went back to finish his undergrad after the hotel job didn't work out. This one bent the truth just enough to say it found a job as a maid for a normal upper-class woman. It was working, he believed this one! Such a good doll. It was so polite too, nodding along, encouraging him to talk, even accepting his party invitation!
. . . . .
This one finally left the store with a friendly wave as the person went in a different direction. It held the bag of tea as it waited for the bus, finding stillness as it alwaIT ACCEPTED HIS PARTY INVITATION.
Jeans, plain black t-shirt, thin grey zip-up hoodie. Normal person clothes.
Human, it reiterated to itself, waiting for the man to unlock the door to the university's dormitory building. This one... I am a normal human. I have normal human hobbies, such as... chess. I don't smoke but I occasionally drink. I own a computer... no, a laptop, and use it a few hours a week. No, a few dozen. I sometimes order fast food with an app on my cell phone.
The door opens and this one begins to pretend. It is not politely standing at attention, awaiting orders. It has a relaxed demeanour and a casual regard for most things. It smiled at those sent to great it and lead it to the on-campus pub, with the amount of demureness that is normally expected from a human person.
This one can hear the music from all the way down the hall. It is intentionally showing a normal human reaction, which is neutrality.
This one hasn't been contributing to the conversation as much as it thinks it should. The people have been talking at it, explaining what a pub crawl is and what kind of alcohol it should order. It really, really, really shouldn't ask if they serve tea.
The people take a seat at one of the tables, and it joins. The others ask what it would like to order for an appetizer. It says the pizza seems tastiest. It doesn't say it seems the least messy.
The waitress arrives. The others are ordering drinks. They're saying names the doll doesn't recognize, and maybe never did. The doll asks the waitress what drinks they have, and the others look at it with amusement. The waitress suggests an apple cider for beginners, and the doll accepts, not caring how she knew.
It sat still. This one was great at sitting still. But it didn't feel any stillness at all. This doll's purpose is ease the burden on others. To help them relax by taking care of something they would stress about or be annoyed by, by helping them talk through their emotions, or even just by staying out of the way and leaving people alone. The closest it could get was by remaining seated with three other partygoers. At first they occasionally deferred to this one for input on a conversation, but it seems something told them not to do that anymore as the night went on. Did they... find out?
"[XXXXX]?"
The doll is startled, realizing its attention is needed. It didn't catch the first time it was said. Everything is so loud. It holds no animosity towards its old personhood. Just the same hazy disconnection one feels towards a half-remembered dream.
"You don't look too hot. Did you drink too much?"
The doll looked at its half-finished drink. The doll looked at the exit. The doll nodded.
He escorts you out the building's closest exit. He leans forward on the railing, lighting a cigarette. He offers it one, and it refuses.
The person apologizes for inviting the doll, saying that he could tell it was upset. The doll asks him if he knows, and he says he only assumed until it asked that.
In an instant, the doll's thin veneer of humanity fades away. It fixes its posture, its face slackening into a much more natural empty expression. Its arms rest together, hands wrapped in each other.
The person hesitates, seeing such a shift. He looks back out over the railing he leans on, taking a drag as he looks out into the city.
He asks if it misses its witch. It says that Miss gave it full permission to spend the night out. He says that's not what he asked. The doll says it would much rather be home.
The person sighs. He apologizes again and thanks the doll for doing its best tonight. He puts out his cigarette and turns to face the door, leaning his back against the railing. He looks over to the doll, and it hasn't moved.
He asks if it wants the others to know, and it says no. He says he'll make up a lie, something about a family emergency. That way it can go do... anything else.
The doll thanks him. It didn't even consider refusing.
The relief is nearly instant. There's a melancholy in its chest as it walks away, after giving the person a formal goodbye. It's very happy to leave such a... restless situation, but there's a lingering sense that it's been a bad doll. It's hard for it to articulate why. It didn't do anything that Miss says makes you a bad doll, except maybe do a bad job at pretending.
But it couldn't be sure. Maybe that was what was making it so restless? It couldn't defer to Miss right now. It didn't have that external solidity, the confirmation of purpose.
That made it very happy to be a doll again.
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What about reader and Maddie going shopping and reader surprising buck with some cute lingerie after that she just bought??
WELCOME HOME — E.BUCKLEY
you always missed buck when he was at work, so you organised a little surprise for him when he finally got home.
evan buckley x fem!reader | suggestive | 2.1k | requests open!!
cw — 18+ content, minors do not interact. not technically smut but an insulation of smut at the end, buck picks up the reader
a/n — ya girl is back after over a month 💀 sorry bros, exam season ripped me to shreds
masterlist.
Buck’s apartment always seemed bare when he wasn’t in it, the metaphorical light that made it feel like a home disappearing whenever he went on shift.
You never knew exactly why it made you feel so different, you’d been living with him for almost six months, but Buck’s absence never failed to make you feel lonely.
So you made an effort to stay out of the apartment for as long as possible when Buck wasn’t there to share it with you, seeking comfort in the company of your friends to pass the time.
Today’s excursion was a mall trip with Maddie.
It wasn’t anything special, a lunch trip and some random shopping for god knows what (mostly stuff for Jee), but as the afternoon turned into early evening, the stores you visited became less ‘family oriented’ and more… personally intriguing.
Case in point, a very well placed lingerie store right on your way back to the parking lot.
The two of you had justified your little detour as a little ‘treat’ for yourselves after being so responsible with your purchases for the rest of the day, delusion feeding delusion as you both convinced yourselves of any reason possible to be there other than just wanting to go inside.
“It’ll only take ten minutes” you’d both agreed.
It did not take ten minutes.
The two of you paraded around the store for almost an hour, picking out certain things you liked to show them off to each other and promptly putting them back on the rail once you looked at the prices. Rinse and repeat.
Although, there was one singular set that you had kept coming back to throughout your window shop, a cute silk bralette and shorts ‘pyjama’ combo with a silk robe to match.
You’d be lying if you said you didn’t come back to it at least every ten minutes, and by the third time Maddie was practically forcing you to pick it up and keep it on hand “just in case,” you decided you wanted to buy it before you left.
You were convinced you weren’t going to, but ever persuasive as she is, you followed her instruction either way.
And you did end up taking the set home with you.
It was a sizeable blow to your bank account, and Maddie’s victorious attitude as you got to the counter didn’t help your defeat, but you knew you were going to regret it if you didn’t.
You deserved to look sexy, to feel sexy, and above all else the small image in the corner of your mind of Buck’s face when he saw you in it was motive enough for you to shell out on yourself.
What was the harm really?
You stripped to try it on basically the second you stepped into your apartment, spending god knows how long parading yourself around in front of every mirror you could find.
You solidified that it was indeed a good purchase when the front door clicked open and Buck’s work boots thumped heavily against the wooden flooring, joined by his bag as he breathed an obvious sigh of relief at being home after a full 24 hours away from home.
“Babe? You here?” His voice practically sent shivers up your spine as he called out to you, setting your heart racing as you prepared yourself for the ‘reveal’ of your new purchase.
It really shouldn’t have been so adrenaline-inducing, but you wanted him to like it as much as you did.
“Hey baby, welcome home,”
It’s like Buck’s vision is trained to gravitate towards you with how fast his eyes flicker to you as you walk around the corner to stand at the top of the staircase.
He gives a very obvious once over when you’re fully in sight, letting out a low whistle as he kicks off his boots to start his ascent of the stairs.
“How was your day?” You walk down the stairs a few paces, still remaining a few steps higher than him to rest your arms over his shoulders in a hug.
“Long..” Buck murmurs, his hands falling to rest on your hips automatically as he stands below you on the steps, tilting his head back to maintain eye contact. “But definitely just got better..” Buck says with a small smirk, glancing over your attire again with a low hum.
You give a soft hum at his approval, practically preening at the attention he gives you as his eyes take a tour of your frame. “You like?”
Buck’s thumbs begin to trace small circles into your hips as you ask the question, his gaze shifting back up to meet your eyes with an almost offended tint that you’d assume anything else. “Love..”
“Yeah?” You lean forward until your noses brush together, placing a chaste kiss on his lips. “I bought it today,” And another kiss, “Just for you,”
“And it looks so damn good on you..” Buck murmurs in response, his hands sliding down your hips to cup at your ass, giving it a firm squeeze through the silk as his lips return the chaste kiss.
You let out a short chuckle at his brash show off affection, fingers carding through his hair as your faces part. “Thank you,”
Buck presses another firm kiss to your lips, his tongue teasing against your lips as he pulls you closer to him. “Anytime, babe…”
His hands continue to trail further down until they grab the backs of your thighs, lifting you up with ease to carry you back up the stairs towards the bedroom.
The sudden change elicits a small gasp from you, one that quickly turns to laughter as you wrap your arms over his shoulders for stability.
Your laughs are echoed with Buck’s own as he kicks open the bedroom door to drop you onto the mattress, soft kisses pressed against your neck as he leans over you.
“Hi,”
The smile the spreads on his face is almost giddy as he speaks, his fingers tracing up and down your sides.
“Hi,” Your echo of a response is almost entirely a giggle as you run your hands over the curves of his neck and shoulders.
Your laughs seem to be contagious as the two of you continue to share soft chuckles and giggles, Buck’s fingers drifting across your skin and the silk covering your chest, leaning down to brush another kiss onto your lips.
“Missed you…” he says quietly, his eyes slowly closing as his nose brushes against yours.
“…missed you too,” The quietness of your voice mirrors Buck’s as you cup his face in your hands, leaning your forehead against his.
It was hard not to miss the love of your life when he worked such long hours.
Buck lets out a soft sigh at your touch, his fingers lifting up to brush away hair from your face, tilting his head to press a soft kiss to your forehead.
“This new schedule blows…” Buck murmurs, moving to bury his face into the crook of your neck.
“No kidding,” You wrap your arms over his back as he lies on top of you, his head buried into your shoulder with no consideration for his inherent need to breathe.
Buck’s breath is warm on your skin as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, a small smile playing at his lips as he just soaks up the comforting presence.
“Think you’re the only thing keeping me alive this week…” He murmured against your skin, a small shiver running through him as his lips gently brush against your skin.
You let out a small laugh at his comment, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple as your hands continue to roam the expanse of Buck’s back, carefully pressing and massaging into his shoulder blades until he’s pliant in your arms.
“You’re a pretty good pillow..” Buck jokes against your skin, his eyes slipping shut at the soothing, repetitive motion of your fingers. “…sexy pillow,”
Your laugh evolves at his murmured approval of your use as his personal pillow, and you revel in the positive attention it brings you, allowing your eyes to fall closed so you can focus of the feeling of him in your arms.
Buck can’t help but begin to laugh too at the sound of your amused chuckle, smiling against your skin. “Just what I need after today…” he gently tilts your head to the side with his hand to bite down gently on the skin in the crook between your neck and your shoulder.
“To come home and just unwind..” he whispers as he begins to nip and suck on your skin, slowly leaving behind a small trail of reddening marks. “And to have my beautiful girlfriend waiting for me..”
Buck’s gaze slowly travels up to meet yours as he pulls away to admire his handiwork, a small smirk on his lips.
“..With this sexy little outfit..” he adds with a small hum, his fingers gently tugging at the hem of the bralette as it sits snug against your chest.
“Don’t get me wrong…” Buck begins, his smirk widening into a grin. “I’d take you in anything, but when you get all dolled up especially for me I almost lose my damn mind…” He punctuates his words with a kiss pressed against one of the ripening marks, the redness slowly fading into a soft purple that would be a nightmare to cover up tomorrow.
The laugh you let out at his apparent enthusiasm is more of just a breath as his lips his your sensitive skin, with his hands moving slowly over your body, his eyes following their movements as they run up over your sides, your ribs, over the curves of your boobs, as he just drinks in the sight of you.
“You gotta have the most perfect body I’ve ever seen..” Buck murmured softly, almost adoringly as his gaze remained focused on your chest.
“…God..” he mumbled against your skin, leaning in to press a few, slow kisses at your collarbone. “I’m the luckiest man alive…”
His tongue flicks out at his lips as he begins to run his fingers teasingly under the waistband of your shorts, the other moving to gently cup one of your boobs through the fabric with a low hum.
You let out a soft hum of your own at the roaming of his hands and the languid kisses he leaves against your skin, your fingers carding through his hair, gently tugging at the scalp in a show of your responsiveness.
Buck’s body lets out a small shiver as your fingers run through his hair, his eyes closing again as a small smile comes to his lips at the soothing feeling. “Mmmm…” he mumbled, peppering the skin at the top of your breasts with more kisses, his tongue teasing out occasionally to dip down into the cleavage exposed by the v-neck of your bralette.
The kisses on your skin get a little bit sloppier as he slowly works his way lower down your body, occasionally letting out a low hum and biting down on your skin.
“Can we just stay in all weekend..?” Buck murmurs against your skin, pulling away for just a second to rest his chin on your stomach as he looks up at you.
“that sounds like a great idea…” You practically breathe out your words as you respond to Buck’s suggestion. God knows you’d been missing him all week, and god knows you wanted to revel in this moment for as long as possible now that he had a full 48 hours at home.
Buck���s face lights up with a wider smile at that, a small, happy laugh escaping his lips as he nods in agreement. “I’ll be sure to make it worth your while.” He murmurs, returning to his previous ministrations on your skin, his lips pressing down kisses as he lowers them downward to your navel.
Buck’s hands finally slide underneath your shorts to tug the silk down your legs, grabbing onto your thighs as his lips slowly trail lower and lower, his eyes lifting up to meet yours.
“I’m gonna make you feel so good baby..” Buck promised in a low grumble, his fingers squeezing gently into your skin. “I promise,”
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SAY RUDOLPH!



` . . ── 𝓹airing quinn hughes x female!reader
𝓢. ‘jokingly going up to the santas at the mall and embarrassing the other one’ 。。 𝔀c 1364 & fluff oneshot
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“I think jack would be pretty satisfied with a ball” quinn jokes, watching as your eyes scanned the different shops the two of you were walking past in the packed shopping mall. It was clear to him that you were panicking about not finding a gift for his younger brother, and his comment didn't seem to help sooth you.
You had already gotten and wrapped all the gifts for your close friends and family over the past few weeks. And when you were at home with Quinn, wrapping up what you believed was the last present was when you realized that you had forgotten one person, jack. And that of course caused you to panic, knowing that tomorrow the two of you would be taking a flight to spend the holiday with the Hughes family.
Quinn was a little — okay more than a little, reluctant to go back out in the cold and to the mall no less. He hated shopping a few days before Christmas because it was always so packed, saying that the two of you could just find him a present after your guy's flight, but that just wouldn't do for you.
“He’s not a dog quinn” you sent him an unimpressed look as you crossed your sweater covered arms across your chest. Quinn smiled and let out a small chuckle at the cute pout on your lips, quickly pulling you closer and flush against his side so you wouldn't bump into someone.
“I can't believe we forgot a present for Jack” you let out a small huff as you leaned into your boyfriend's side, shaking your head in disappointment. Quinn led you towards a store he remembered jack mentioning shopping at a few times, placing a soft kiss to your temple before saying “don't worry we'll find something, he’s easy to impress”
Despite the shops being busy and loud, the two of you had too much fun looking for a perfect present for Jack, giggling at the terrible clothing items and the weirdest designs they put on shoes. You ended up buying a few things for Jack, and some for luke. Quinn held the two shopping bags in his hand while you clinged to his other arm, walking out of the last store.
Your eyes scan the busy mall, trying to figure out where you should go next. A smile tugging on your lips when you see the fairly long line of families waiting to see Santa. Some kids had big smiles on their faces while others were pouting, most likely complaining to their parents about being bored. It's like a lightbulb went off in your head as you watched a couple take a picture with santa.
Quinn noticed your attention was stolen and he followed your eyesight to look at the smiling couple taking a picture with santa. At first, he was confused but then he saw that mischievous smile on your lips and he's quick to connect the dots, knowing you oh so well. Quinn shakes his head quickly, causing you to giggle and him to grumble out “no no no no”
“Come on baby please!!”
“Just imagine the look on Ellen and Jim's face when they see the pictures, we can frame it and everything” he watched as your eyes lit up and an excited smile spread across your lips as you continued to ramble “Oh! We can go to that really good frame store we saw by the food court, and get it framed! — oh they will love it quinny”
Quinn let out a heavy sigh when he saw the look you were giving him, staring up at him with your pretty eyes, batting your eyelashes and pouting, giving him that look he just can’t say no to. You smiled and pressed your body against his side, resting your chin on his arm, and quinn was quick to fold “Alright fine”
You smiled and silently cheered in success, leaning up to place a quick kiss to your boyfriend's cheek before you started dragging him towards the line. Quinn felt his lips tug up into a small smile, despite him not wanting to do it, he couldn't help but smile at seeing you so excited. Quinn tightened his hold on the shopping bags in his hand, wrapping his arm around your shoulder so you could nestle in his side as you waited in line.
Quinn stood there and listened intently as you started rambling about what frames you think would be best for the picture, and then you got sidetracked and started talking about how really this whole thing felt like a scam ‘overpriced’ you called it, but you were also quick to defend your own point by saying it was ‘a wholesome activity’.
The line surprisingly went by fast and before the two of you were standing in front of ‘Santa's helper’ aka a girl dressed up as an elf. The girl looked to be a teenager, a bored look on her face as she greets the two of you with obvious fake enthusiasm “Welcome to the north pole, how many copies would you like?”
Neither of you let her poor mood rain on yours, understanding how tiring her day must have been. You give her a bright smile “Oh two please”
She hummed and this time she sounded more cheerful as she said the price, quinn pulled out his wallet, handing her the right amount and a 20-dollar bill for a tip. She gave you both a grateful smile before motioning towards Santa who was sitting on his chair waiting for the two of you. You giggled and pulled him towards Santa who greeted you with a loud “Ho Ho Ho, Merry Christmas!”
“Merry Christmas santa” you smiled as you moved to stand by his chair, fixing your hair slightly before the picture was taken. Quinn moved to stand awkwardly at his other side, his cheeks already flushed in embarrassment. You smiled mischievously “You know santa, i think my boyfriend would like to sit on your lap, it's been a dream of his to sit with santa since he was a kid”
Quinn snaps his head to look at you so fast, a look of slight betrayal and embarrassment on his face, his mouth dropping in shock at his girlfriend's words. Santa chuckles and pats his lap “Well, Come on son”
Quinn let out a sigh and slowly moved to sit on the man's lap, very tensely. You bit your lip to stifle in your giggles at how awkward and embarrassed Quinn looked. “Say rudolph!” the guy behind the camera cheered with a smile. “Rudolph!” you and santa exclaim excitedly as you smiled at the camera, while quinn mumbled it with his famous upside-down smile.
As soon as the photographer said that he was done, Quinn was quick to move off of Santa's lap, his cheeks red from embarrassment. You gave one last smile at the ‘santa’ before you were being pulled away by your boyfriend, you giggled to yourself and let your boyfriend pull you towards the red elf who stood there waiting with your printed pictures in a nice envelope.
“Thank you” you smiled nicely at the girl who handed you the pictures, they smiled and wished us a Merry Christmas before we left. You loop your arm around Quinn's as he led you as far away as he could. You smile up at your boyfriend “Have fun?”
“We are never doing that again” Quinn blushed as he shook his head, you laughed and placed a quick kiss to your boyfriend's cheek, finding it cute how flustered he got. Once you got to a less busy part of the mall, you stopped and opened the envelope to see the pictures. A happy and pleased giggle left your lips as soon as you saw the picture, even Quinn couldn't help but chuckle once he saw it.
Quinn chuckled and kissed the top of your head, despite the embarrassment he had felt in the moment, he believed it to be worth it once he saw the funny picture. You smile and lean into his side, nodding proudly “Yep these are definitely getting framed”
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