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eunoiathewriter · 3 days
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xavier thorpe x reader
where he has a dream that y/n dies, and just as they’re on the way to see him.
(but luckily they end up surviving barely)
— 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲ʾ ⋆
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Xavier Thorpe x Fem!Reader
Summary: He wakes up and finds that his dream might be reality, which in this case, is not good
Word Count: 3.3k
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A/N: I hope this is okay!
The crunching sounds of footsteps in the snow broke the eerie silence of the woods around Nevermore. However, no matter how much he wanted to move, he couldn't, and it was as if he were just invisible and could somehow see all that happened but could not move a single inch. The steps grew closer, and the sound of someone muttering incoherent things was vivid.
The figure walked past his nonexistent self in this dream. The figure was clearly frostbitten from the cold that was there, seeing as it was snowing outside. Whoever the figure was, it tried to keep warm; the hood of a hoodie that covered its face and the jacket gave off that impression. When the figure was about six feet in front of him, he began to move, following whoever had just passed through his dreams.
But it was the voice that gave away who it was. Even though her teeth were clattering from the cold and her whole body shook, missing the warmth of her dorm, he could still make out who she was. "You just had to tell me to come out here tonight, didn't you, Thorpe?"
Her muttering and cursing him for his bad timing was nothing new. y/n had over the years of knowing Xavier often had him come to her and just last minute ask for things. That could be anything from a pencil right before class to sneaking into her dorm and asking if she wanted to go to his shed with him at around eleven o'clock. But every time, she would always feel obligated to actually go with him or help him with things. Seeing as he would become a bit sour if she didn't.
But as she walked through the woods, she made sure to not trip and fall; that would be embarrassing. She did not fear anything in the woods; even though there was that thing running around killing people, it just did not really make her feel scared. She had gone to Nevermore long enough to just feel that that thing, the hyde, as Wednesday said its name was, would just not go onto the school's property. Given that the majority of murders occurred in Jericho and not elsewhere.
Then something made him stop—the sound of someone or something walking. She froze in place and listened, trying to see if she could hear anything—breathing, footsteps—just anything. But when there was no more sound, she only shook her head and continued walking.
She got closer and closer to his shed. Thank you to whoever invented hoodies, jackets, handwarmers, and any other form of warm clothing. Without it, she knew she'd be a human popsicle before she even got to Xaviers' shed. But it was yet another set of footsteps once more that made her turn, brows knitted together in confusion and slight fear.
She looked around the forest. In front of her, nothing; behind her, nothing except the shed, which was a good bit from where she was; nothing on the right side. On the left side, there is also nothing. "I swear to God, Xavier, if that's you, I'm going to get Wednesday to kill you, and she will enjoy it!"
She waited just a moment more to see if her words would make him walk out and reveal himself, with that stupid smirk on his face and chuckling at her, telling her she was just messing with her. But no, he did not walk out because he was not there, except he was there but not physically.
This time, when y/n turned back to start walking, she had a concerned look on her face. Perhaps she misjudged the hyde; perhaps it was present.Her face turned up with a hint of fear as she started walking towards the shed that was out of her line of sight and all she focused on. Even though more steps seemed to come closer, she did not turn. She hoped, prayed to any god she could think of, that it was just Xavier and she could hit him for scaring her.
Due to the cold, her hands shook as she reached the shed and saw that no light was on inside. Waking up towards the door, she let out a groan. Xavier couldn't be there because the door was locked.Had he forgotten? No, he would never. And there was no way he was inside, seeing as he was no ghost, so going through walls was sort of out of the question.
"Goddammit," y/n cursed again, hitting her head on the door. With a glance around, seeing as the woods now felt even more eerie than before, she hesitantly took her phone out of her inner pocket.
Turning it on, y/n immediately went into contacts, scrolling and then clicking on his name. Putting it to her ear, she waited. One beep, two beeps, three beeps, four beeps, five beeps, no answer. The fear in her body made her not even think of trying his number once more, and instead she clicked off the call.
Going back to her contacts, she had to think for just a second before it hit her. Scrolling as far up as she could, she clicked on the second-best option: Ajax.
"Come on, come one." It was anxiety-inducing just to wait for him to pick up, but luckily, Ajax always answered.
"Yeah?" His voice made her sigh out of happiness to have reached one of them.
"Hey, Ajax, it's me."
"Oh," he said, slightly surprised. "Is there anything I could do for you? I mean, it is kind of late."
"Yeah, ehm, me and Xavier were supposed to meet up, and he hasn't shown up. I was just wondering if you knew where he was?"
There was a pause on the other side of the phone. "Last I saw him, he was going to our dorm to get his jacket. He said he was going out. Now I know why."
"Okay, Ajax, don't. How long ago was this anyways?"
"Shit, I don't know, but you know he's probably on his way right now; don't worry."
"Yeah. Yeah, you're right, thank you; it's just a tad, ehm." y/n trailed off looking around. "A little spooky out here alone."
"Well don't worry, I'm sure he'll show up soon."
"Mhm, thanks,"
"No problem,"
With that, the call ended.
So she waited a bit more. She was walking back and forth in front of the shed, just waiting for him to suddenly be there and let her inside. But time went slowly, and suddenly five minutes had turned into twenty, making her more and more impatient.
Just as y/n was about to walk back to school, sure as hell done with this and not caring if it was after curfew, she was going to mutilate Xavier, but she was stopped. Heavy footsteps sounded behind her, making her turn quickly, only to find emptiness. Then, yet again, a branch broke under pressure (which was not hers).
Then heavy breathing and footsteps were right behind her; she now stood with her face towards the shed. The breathing was very loud and strong; she could feel whatever it was breathing out, clearly not human. She closed her eyes, let out a shaken breath to calm herself, y/n then slowly turned, only to be faced with that.
The same thing that had occupied Xaviers' dreams for the past months, the hyde stood right before her.
The sound of a door slamming shut was what woke him up. Jolting upright at the sound, his mind was still foggy while looking around. Getting used to the light of the fully lit dorm took some time, but slowly his eyes adjusted.
Turning his head to the door into the dorm, Xavier came face to face with Ajax, who had stopped dead in his tracks. His mind still not completely clear, he rubbed his face and ran a hand through his hair, then turned back to his new dorm mate.
"Jeez, did your soul enter your body again? 'Cause that's what it looked like." Ajax remarked as he made his way to his bed, which had previously been Rowans'. The gorgon had moved in not soon after Rowan disappeared; it was to "make sure there were dorms in case of new students."
"Feels like it." Xavier looked around, still extremely confused at both the dream and all. It felt like he had forgotten something.
Looking around, he found that it was dark outside; the clock on his nightstand said ten thirty. His coat was almost falling off his bed, where it was not supposed to be, and his phone, well, he realised how uncomfortable he was and found it lying underneath him.
He could not, for the life of him, comprehend all of this. What was he even doing before falling asleep, because it seemed he was going to do something.
"I thought you wouldn't be back for at least another hour." Ajax said casually while sprawled out on his bed, looking at his phone.
"What?"
"I thought you and y/n would be away doing whatever you were meeting up to be doing for longer; it seems as though I was wrong." Ajax chuckled at himself but turned when Xavier was too quiet for his liking.
"How do you know that?"
"y/n called about an hour or two ago to ask where you were."
That was what he had forgotten; they were supposed to meet up at his shed. Just a little before nine o'clock was their decided time, and even though it was a Saturday, they still had the same curfew as any other day.
I will make what could be a long story short. Xavier had been with some of the other guys in one of their dorms to waste time, then when the clock was slowly dragging towards nine, he had gone off. He was only telling Ajax that he would be late and would be leaving.Once he had reached his dorm, for some strange reason, he had just sat down and laid back for a moment on his bed. But as he got more comfortable, his plans slipped his mind, and slowly he was pulled into dreamland. Only it did not feel like that was a dream now.
"You okay there, man?" Ajax sat up when Xavier suddenly stood up, grabbing his phone and coat, just in case.
"Just wait here," he said before going out into the hallway. He didn't care about waking up the rest of the students, or the teachers, because he might have made a critical mistake by accident.
The sounds of his quick pace did cause quite a few of the students inside their dorms to wake up, but none walked out to see what was going on. He luckily got to the girls' dorms with no problem. The darkness made it a bit hard to see, but he had learned where her dormitory was.
Knocking on the door was awkward because it would sure wake up people in the dorms around, and he would have to talk to y/n's roommate.
There was some shuffling before the door opened, and there stood an exhausted Ophilia, but the light inside was still on. "Is y/n there?"
He did not care for formalities right now and could see that there was a look of concern on Ophilia's face, yet she was also tired, as if she had been waiting.
"No, she said she was going out to meet with you." Ophilia told. "Why? Has anything happened?"
Glancing inside the dorm, he could see the clearly empty bed that had not been touched in hours. The expression on his face told Ophilia that something was clearly wrong. Why was he there and not y/n?
"Go wake Weems,"
"And do what?" Ophilia was not happy with only being told that. "Where's y/n if you're here and she's not?"
Xaviers' face said it all as he started to work on getting his coat on. The girl's face went pale, and her eyes widened as Xavier slowly started to make his way back towards his dorm, but not before turning back and saying one last thing to Ophilia:
"Go, tell Weems y/n never returned."
She did not get any tike to reply before Xavier was already heading back to his dorm. Trying to be as quick as he could without waking everyone in Nevermore, he had to pick up the pace now that he knew she wasn't in her dorm.
Opening up the door into the dorm, he found that it was still fully lit, and he was happy that the guys' dorm dad was not as strict as Mrs. Thornhill. Inside, Ajax sat at the edge of his bed, waiting patiently, as he had been told to do just minutes earlier. He stood up and saw the distressed look on Xavier's face.
"You're coming with me."
Ajax and Xavier shade made certain to thoroughly scavenge the woods, walking the same path that y/n had in his dream, to his shed.It was all just like in his dream, or nightmare, and snow was still falling. The sky was clear of any clouds, so the stars could be seen. To think they were just burning balls of gas from millions of light-years away.
They had their phones in hand and flashlights on to make sure they would spot y/n if she was anywhere where the naked eye would not see her. The more time that passed, the more his anxiety rose. His stomach twisted in worry.
What if she had died? What if his dreams had spared him her gruesome death? Would her body be just one of many victims? Did she feel alone when dying?
His mind raced with what-if scenarios.It was hard to concentrate on the path before him. The snow had been falling so heavily that no marks were left on the ground that could indicate where y/n had gone or if the hyde was lurking about in the shadows, waiting to pounce.
Finally reaching the shed, they both looked around in different directions to try and see if they could find anything. But there was no sign of anyone. The whole time, both boys stayed silent, and Ajax, who could at times muster up some jokes, knew that now wasn't the time for them.
"How about we each take a direction, but stay close enough to see the others' lights?" Ajax turned his head toward his friend. He did not ask how Xavier knew where to look; that was something he could ask later, but y/n could not wait if she was out there.
"Yeah, sure." Both departed in a different direction, keeping the shed as a center.
Xavier kept a close eye on every nook and cranny that his flash lit up, making sure that he did not miss anything. He was not just going to walk right past her if she was out there. No way. She would never have been alone if he had simply put on his coat and left. If she had someone with her, she would not have been alone in the eerie woods this late at night with a hyde stroking around.
As he happened to step on a branch, the sound of something rustling far away made him whip his whole body towards the sound. He remained silent while shining his light in that direction. If he just strained his ears enough, he could hear it—the sound of someone quietly praying for their life to be kept intact.
"y/n?" The quiet mutters quickly stopped as soon as he called out; a bit more rustling came from behind a bigger tree.
Slowly, very slowly, Xavier made his way towards the tree. Again, he slowly rounded the tree and found that the rustling was not from an animal but from y/n. There she sat, her whole body shaking from what had to be both the cold and fright, lightly rocking herself back and forth while keeping her head down in an attempt to keep herself safe and secure.
Dropping his phone to the ground and not caring for it as the light shone right up into the sky (his dad could buy a new one), he crouched down. Slowly getting to the same level as her, the sound of his phone hitting the ground made her body flinch a little.
"y/n," His voice was soft as he reached out and just barely touched her, but she immediately started fighting against him.
y/n yelled at him to leave her alone, hitting his hands away as he tried to grab her and drag her back into reality. Her adrenaline was clearly running high, as she did not seem to know it was him and not the hyde.
"Leave me be!" Her voice came out hoarse as she yelled, or tried to.
"Hey, hey!" Finally, after a bit of struggling, Xavier got a hold of her wrists. She tried to free herself, but clearly her body was too weak to fight hard enough. "It's me. It's me."
Never in his life would he believe that those two words, "It's me," would ever be able to make someone so full of fright and adrenaline to finally stop, which y/n did. Her entire body ceased fighting, her wrists slaking in his grip. Her breathing was laboured as she blinked and looked around for a split second before returning her gaze to him.
"Xavier?" It was a question to just confirm that she had not gone mad during her two hours of running and hiding from that creature, and she was answered.
"Yeah," Xavier said, nodding with a small smile on his face. His eyes scanned her face: a bruise on her left cheek, a busted lip, and a scrape on the right side of her forehead.
"I was just going to go back, and suddenly it was just there..." y/n choked out while gripping his arms as if to ground herself and make sure she was safe.
"Hey, it's fine," Xavier said, shaking his head as he didn't need to be told. He lightly pulled her a little closer, her arms landing around his waist as she hugged him closely.
Right now, Xavier did not care if he was getting cold from sitting in the middle of the night in the woods while it was the end of November, almost December. All he cared for was that she was safe—safe in his arms and alive.
"I was just waiting for you.." Her voice was barely a whisper as she spoke, clinging onto him as his arms had encircled her. One of his hands was on her cheek, thumb rubbing along her cheekbone as his chin rested on top of her head.
"I know." Guilt made a lump form in his throat. "I'm sorry."
They sat there, on the cold ground, Xavier holding onto her as if he were a shelter from the evil, all while y/n moved so the side of her head rested against his chest. Ear pressed to his heart, the constant beating was, in a way, calming. Her arms around his waist are not loosening.
"It almost got me." A stray tear fell down her cheek, but his hand that caressed it was quick to wipe it away. Pressing a kiss to her forehead and holding her even closer if that was possible.
"You're fine." It was more to reassure himself that she was indeed fine, or as fine as she could be after hiding and being attacked for the past two hours.
He could slowly feel the adrenaline in her body oozing out as she slowly relaxed into him more, almost her whole body weight leaning onto him. At last, y/n let out that one breath, that last shaky breath that needed to come out, her eyes closing for a second.
"Thank you.."
Once more, Xavier pressed a kiss to her forehead before resting his head atop hers. He waited a little longer before calling Ajax and telling him he had found her.
"You're okay."
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Hope y'all like this, and why does everyone fanfic I write become longer than I intend them to? Maybe I'm word vomiting too much lol.
Anyway, requests are always open and I got another ifc coming tomorrow :))
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bel0vedcup1d · 2 days
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☆ // crybaby!
Synopsis // scaramouche fuckin’ you ���till you begin to cry
Game // Genshin Impact
Tags // none, just a rant :3
notes // too preface this: yes, i will be working on my IDV writing, although i want to take a break and write something more refreshing compared to what i usually write.
NOT PROOFREAD // REQUESTS ARE OPEN!
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with every single trust, your words became even more rambled. not even sure what to say— your mouth was left agape while Scaramouche was fucking you. every trust left a grunt out of his mouth, along with your faint pleas. it’s not as if Scaramouche heard you anyways. he was too focused on fucking you until you were dumbed down into a sobbing mess.
“Mmph~ !” you cried at the intensity of the pleasure that you felt. you didn’t know how to act nor what to say, pleasure ran down your body like small shocks— or was it Scaramouche shocking you himself? to that— you had no answer. “scar—! slow.. please” you said loudly enough for him to grasp his attention. his eyes had gazed upon your fucked out form.. yet no tears welled in your eyes. he had frown upon the sight. “gonna..” he said out of breath, “fuck you ‘till you cry,” “then… and only then.. I’ll stop,” he said, picking up the pace of his trust. “just relax, feel free to scream, moan, although I won’t be stopping until I get what I want.” “I know you're okay with that— aren’t you darling” his thrust momentarily going slower allowing you to nod “mhm-“ you said quickly, not even fully thinking about what he said. “that’s my good little darling,” he said, before picking up his trusts again. Tonight was going to be a long night.
edit : y’all blew this up.. part 2 ?
edit 2: i’m currently in the makings of pt 2. it’s gonna be around 6k words (hehe) although won’t come out for the next three weeks. feel free to DM/ ASK to be tagged— or i’ll just make a tag list.
-cupid.
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usedtobecooler · 2 days
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thinking about cockwarming steve whilst you tend to his bloody and bruised face like a good little nurse )):
the sharp, stinging pain as you wipe away a dab of blood from a fresh cut had steve’s hips bucking up into you, forcing himself impossibly deeper — you couldn’t tell by now if the groans he spewed out were from pleasure or pain. the sadist in you hoped the pain was what turned him on.
“baby, you gotta sit still,” you choke off a little moan, struggling to focus on tending to the wound just above his eyebrow. split open. just above a bloodshot, blackened eye. your cunt clenches around steve and he hisses, digging his fingers into your hips, large hands squishing you like you were tiny.
“fuckin’ hurts, honey,” steve groans, eyebrows furrowing and a wince escaping his puffy, swollen lips as you dab the alcohol wipe back and forth. his cock betrays his words, with the way it pulses inside of you as you touch him, gentle fingers brushing over his face in a soothing motion.
“your dick tells me otherwise,” you bristle, leaning in impossibly closer, tits in steve’s face, and he ducks down quickly to nip at the swell of your breast, eliciting a sigh in return, “head up, m’almost done.”
it’d been your idea. having him sit with his cock in you whilst you patched him up from yet another fight he’d probably lost. a little consolation prize and a good way to take his mind off of the aching pain. you didn’t expect it to turn you on so much, make you so wet. yet here you were, soaked through and dripping down his balls, tight cunt squeezing him.
the sight of steve bloodied did something to your insides, had your gut churning. he was always so pretty, but there was something about him smiling with a mouth full of crimson and a crinkled bruised eye that just did it for you. you clench again, soaked walls hugging steve’s cock and he groans, tipping his head back.
“not even doing anything an’ i’m gonna cum,” steve mutters, hips fucking up into yours just slightly, enough that his massive cock feels like it’s stuffing you further. rearranging your guts. you swear he leaves behind bruises every time he fucks you.
you throw the blood soaked alcohol pad away, swinging your arms over the back of steve’s neck, rocking a little, just to gain a bit of friction on your clit. steve buries his face into your tits, groaning, the tight heat of your pussy so close to tipping him over the edge.
you grip at the hair at the back of his head, forcing him out of your cleavage so that he can look at you. you take advantage, leaning down and slithering your tongue out to sooth at the cut on his top lip. his fingers dig into your sides again, and he nudges up to kiss you, a disgruntled noise leaving him at the stinging pain of the bruising kiss.
steve pants against your mouth, and you aren’t even doing anything. just rocking a little, so his cock can abuse your spongey spot and his thatch of pubic hair can rub your clit. but it’s enough to send him reeling.
“gonna cum in your needy little cunt,” steve’s words hit you like a freight train, the coil in your tummy snapping as you clench sporadically around him and come with a cry, leaning your forehead against his own and never breaking eye contact.
“that’s it, sweet thing. fuck,” steve’s cock pulses inside of you, and you clench around him again — he’s a goner, grip on your hips bruising as he forces you down impossibly deeper and comes with a soft grunt.
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il0velin0 · 3 days
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first time together - hyunjin
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pairing: hyunjin x fem!reader
word count: 2.4k
genre: fluff, smut {18+}MINORS DNI
synopsis: in which a late night at the dance studio turns steamy
warnings: smut, fingering, some nipple play, teasing, unprotected
!my content is not suitable for minors! 18+ !
my writing is intended for entertainment and do not represent any real person! the names are just used for fiction! english is my second language so there may be some grammar mistakes! this post contains mature themes. by reading more you consent to nsfw content and take all responsibility!
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tangled limbs strained against invisible binds as the music changed tempos. each move melting into each other fluidly with each beat. the room dimly lit from the lights on the ceiling casting a soft shadow of his long elegant form. 
the soft yet sensual movements of his body drawing you in. eyes fixated on each movement he made. losing himself to the music until it finally ends. 
all that could be heard was the soft panting and hands clapping. you were absolutely marveled at his skills. his lips casting the softest smile while finally turning his attention on you. soft looks shared from across the room. 
“like what you see?, hyunjin teased while making his way over to you.
“you know I always do,” you tease back as he sits next to you on the cold dance studio floor while grabbing his water bottle and chugging it. droplets of water going down his long neck. the soft movements of his adam's apple going up and down. his long veiny fingers wrapped around the cold wet bottle. long wet hair sticking to his forehead and neck. he finished his bottle and tossed it aside while licking his pink plump lips. then directing his attention to you and facing you.
 “you know… I can't concentrate while dancing when you look at me like how you are right now,” he teased, having caught your staring. everyone in the world would agree that your boyfriend was absolutely breathtaking. so getting all his attention and being asked to see his new dance to the song “taste” was exciting. to say you weren't eye fucking him the whole time was an understatement. you weren't together that long and haven't taken things all the way. you were barely alone together. always with him and his members, constantly interrupted at his place by a bunch of the guys shirtless eating chicken breast and ranting about the gym. 
“well you should be concentrating on me instead, so…”you teased before cracking up at your boyfriend that's giving you a disgusted face and poking you in the nose before blushing and giggling at your comment. hyunjin loved to tease you and you normally wouldn't tease him back, but you were on a roll today. blaming your hormones and watching him dance like you've never seen before.
“was my dancing okay? I've been working very hard on it so I hope it wasn't too bad. the boys said I still had to practice and fix some things before our performance,” he whines and pouts while grabbing your hand in his. your hands molding perfectly into each other with his overpowering yours in size.
hyunjin would never admit he liked skinship, but in reality he craved it and needed it to survive. he needed constant physical touch from you to feel safe and assured. 
“my love… you did amazing. I'm not lying when I say you are the best dancer I have ever watched. each movement was smooth yet calculated. you are so talented. I wish you saw yourself how I see you… perfect,” you voiced while brushing his hair behind his ear and smiling as he leaned into your touch. you loved how long his hair had gotten and how he looked with a mullet.
he couldn't describe in words what the feeling was, but he felt light and warm. whatever he does, and whatever he sees he always thinks to himself if you would like it. he thought of you both as one.
he got distracted by the thought of you while looking into your eyes. getting lost into them as you finished speaking. he brought his hand up to your cheek making you now lean into his touch. brushing his hand softly over your cheek before looking down at your lips while licking his own and looking back up to your eyes. you looked down at his lips and blushed, giving him the confirmation to kiss you.
lips pausing before the kiss. just barely touching and breathing each other's air. feeling dizzy from the attraction and need for him. 
“never seen you look at me like that before. I got to say… it's really turning me on,” he says before giving in and crashing his lips to yours. lips molding perfectly together. the hand on your cheek slowly going to your neck while the other goes to your waist. you climb onto his lap and straddle him. both of your breathing getting louder and louder as the kisses intensify. his hand on your throat slowly gets tighter while the one on your waist goes to your ass and squeezes it catching you off guard which allows him to trace your bottom lip with his tongue causing you to slightly moan. tongues meeting and rolling over each other. your hands making their way to his long hair and tugging on it causing him to let out a loud groan. It was like music to your ears causing you to start grinding your hips on his lap. eliciting a sweet moan from the both of you. actions getting hotter and hotter until he couldn't take it anymore. lips parting while you both heavily breath.
“should we move this to the couch… the floor kind of hurts,” he giggles while panting. leave it to hyunjin to be goofy and dramatic at a time like this you said to yourself.
“mhmm,” you confirmed before attaching your lips to his neck.
“then hold on tight baby,” he whispers while putting both hands on your thighs, holding firmly. he gets up from the floor with your legs straddling his waist and arms holding onto his shoulder and neck with ease as if it was nothing. In a mere second he sat you both on the couch that was in the dance studio. the same position as before with you straddling his lap, except now on the black leather couch. one hand travels back into his hair while the other travels to his shoulder before ghosting over his neck. he gives you a slap on the ass which causes you to squeeze on his neck causing the loudest moan to escape his lips. your lips break away from the kiss as he looks at you with pure lust.
“you look so good with your hands wrapped around my neck baby,” he teases before picking you up and pinning you under him. his hand now gripping your neck while the other is on your waist getting closer and closer to your breasts. his hand squeezed over your breast causing you to groan into the kiss. 
you would always catch him staring at your breasts and whenever you would cuddle he would use them as a pillow which you eventually learned was intentional and not by coincidence. his hand went to the bottom of your tank top tugging at it asking for permission to take it off. you took your hand and put it on top of his guiding it to take off your shirt. lips parting as he hungrily takes your tank top off revealing you in a pretty white lace bra. his lips attach to your neck giving you sweet soft kisses then trailing down and stopping right before he reaches your bra.
“can I kiss and touch you here baby,” he asked, biting his lip in anticipation.
“yes baby, please,” you say right away, missing his touch and wanting him to take you completely.
“always so needy,” he groans before his hand slips under your back and in one swift movement unhooks your bra. It's off in an instant. his eyes locked on the beautiful sight. you were perfect to him. he wasn't the best with his words so he wanted to show you how much he cared for you.
once he was out of his trance his tongue found his way to your hardened peak flicking and swirling while his hand squeezes and flicks the other causing you painful but intoxicating sensations. he takes his time looking up at you and seeing what you like the best while moving onto the other hardened peak showing the same attention being more aware of what you liked.
you gripped his hair hard causing him to let go and giggle at your neediness for a second before attaching his lips to yours once again. your hands travel to his chest running up and down. one hand slowly goes towards his crotch lightly touching it while taking your hand away as if you hadn't done that causing him to groan and let go of your lips while sitting up and taking his shirt off before hungrily bringing his lips back to yours. your hands roam back to his crotch rubbing him up and down through his pants. hyunjin was not shy about making noise. he was moaning loudly into your kiss and making the sweetest noises, making you excited to hear him when he finally was inside you. hyunjin breaks your kiss and leans his forehead on yours, panting at how breathless he was.
“we don't have to do this… we can stop here… we are on a dusty sofa that isn't fit for a queen like you,” he said calmly until he laughed at the end when he said you were queen. hyunjin might have cringed at himself for saying that out loud, but he truly saw you as just that. when he dates someone its because he truly has deep feelings for them. you were his everything. you giggled with him then grabbed his face with both hands and looked into his eyes and gave him a kiss on the nose which caused him to scrunch his face and look at you with a pout. 
“my love… we could be almost anywhere and I wouldn't care… as long as I'm with you that's all that matters,” you voiced. he smiled warmly and kept eye contact. you knew he wasn't the best with his words, but you both had a way of understanding each other without words. he leaned back in and devoured your lips in a kiss. Your hands going straight for his waistband of his sweatpants and tugging. he took the sign and gave you one last peck before getting off of you and standing up.
his long fingers slowly made his way from his chest to his waistband when he finally stripped himself of his pants and boxers causing his hard long length to bounce up and slap his stomach. In the dim room you could see the pre cum on his tip glistening. you licked your lips causing him to smirk before reaching you again.
“I know you're on birth control, but do you want me to use a condom?” he grunts when you wrap your hands around his hard length spreading the pre cum with your fingers down his length before letting go causing him to whine and pout at you like the drama queen he is.
“no baby,” you seductively moan when his hands reach your waistband and takes them off in an instant. still standing next to you he plays with you and runs his long fingers over your panties to feel how wet you are. you cant help but whine.
“you're cute when you're whining for more… tonight I'll pleasure you beyond your wildest dreams,” he mutters before taking your panties off and climbing back on the couch above you. he latches his lips back on you while running his fingers over your wet folds. teasing you sliding up and down barely entering his fingers until you whine some more. he finally shoves two fingers inside you causing you to moan into his mouth. his fingers curving and hitting that spot that felt so good pumping in and out of you. adding a third finger stretching you some more and getting you ready for him. the closer you got to release the louder you got. he started pumping his fingers in and out of you erratically while you moved your hips with the rhythm losing composure. your kisses get sloppy with your nerves on fire, your hips jerk and you release on his fingers. he kisses you gently before letting go and putting his fingers in his mouth slowly savoring your taste. 
“I need you jinnie,” you whine, needing him to fill you up. he chuckles and smirks looking down at you.
“are you sure you want this,” he says, features softening while looking into your eyes for any discomfort. 
“yes jinnie, I do… I want you,” you reply with a smile. he gives you a peck on the forehead before lining himself up to your wet core. looking at you one last time before slowly pushing his long hard length into you. 
sweet moans leave both of your mouths as you adjust to his size. once adjusted he slowly rolls his hips, filling you up and massaging your inner walls. thrusting harder and harder feeling your juices spilling out knowing he's hitting the right spots for you.
“you look even more beautiful with my length in you,”he rasped in your ear. the breath tickling your ear and starting to make you dizzy from arousal.
moans leaving your mouth with each thrust. music to his ears causing him to grunt deeply knowing he's hitting all those spots for you and driving you over the edge.
raising his body up and lifting one of your legs putting them on his shoulder. hitting all new spots you didn't think were possible. eyes never leaving his as his slim muscular build contracts with each hard thrust and contorts with each pump. a long veiny hand coming to your wet nub and rubbing it vigorously. 
“god you're so beautiful,” he rasps. 
head dizzy, all that was on your mind was one another. feeling as one and feeling intoxicated with the other. wanting to feel good, but make the other feel just as good.
“f-fuck,” you whimper feeling yours walls flutter around his hard throbbing length. eyes rolling back as you clench on him and you release.
hips thrusting into you even harder and sloppier, overstimulating your wet core as he jerks flooding you with his cum. letting out a loud sweet moan from those pretty pink lips.
collapsing on top of you. refusing to let you go and wanting to stay buried in you. he felt safe. finally looking up at you, he stares into your eyes and looks at your lip giving you the sweetest peck. he takes one hand and intertwines it with yours.
“you make me so happy….. I feel like you and I are one…. I love you… and I want to be loved by you… you're my angel,” he whispers looking into your eyes, hopeful that you feel the same.
“I love you too jinnie… and I always will,” you whisper back. both smiling and giggling like idiots savoring this moment.
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Tactical Princess
König |Cod/Mw2|
Summary: One thing leads to another and you find yourself sandwiched inbetween your boyfriend and your new boy toy.
Pairing: König & Simon 'GHOST' Riley X Fem!Reader
Warnings: 18+ Smut MDNI, Dom König & Simon, Sub To Brat To Sub Reader, Heavy Degrading, Minimal Praising, Simon Being Heavily British, Google Translated German Speach From König, Face Slapping, Thigh Slapping, Ass Slapping, Tossing/Pushing Reader Around, Vaginal Sex, Choking, Sadistic König, Multiple CreamPies, Size Difference, Size Kink, Consensual, MM4F, Fingering, Squirting, Oral |M| Receiving, Facial, Come In Mouth, Manhandling, Established Relationship, Vaginal CreamPie, Double Penetration, Penetration Encouragement, Sex In Livingroom, Sex On Couch, Sex In Bedroom, Sex Standing Up, Spooning Sex Position, Cuddling Ending, Poly Ending?.
Author's Note: Chuga Chuga Chuga Chuga Chuga Chuga- CHOO CHOOO!
OMG I snapped on this ngl. PT2?
I now have 300 followers. I love all of you Bunni's so muchhhhh.😭💕
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König had company over while you laid in bed upstairs buried in blankets enjoying your day off. The lights were off with only the TV shining through the room.
You heard faint laughing and talking coming from the livingroom making you turn the TV volume up in annoyance. It's been like three hours already. Almost going into four o'clock. And what the hell was so funny that called for them to be so loud. There's no way the guys are still here. Knowing König, his social battery should be drained by now.
You then felt your stomach rumbling, telling your brain that you were hungry. You pulled yourself out of bed and fixed your shorts, looking around the room for your shirt to put it back on since you found laying in bed half naked very comfortable.
Once you found your shirt you tossed it back on but glanced at your chest to see your nipples were hard. It's cold in the house, König doesn't like being hot. He says it makes him irritable. He also can't get himself to sit still for a long time to prevent himself from getting hit quicker. So because of that, you're cold literally all the time.
You rolled your eyes not thinking too much about it and walked downstairs. This will be quick. You can sneak into the kitchen, grab a snack, and be back upstairs watching your favorite show. Easy.
König was on the couch sitting next to someone. He glanced over his shoulder and at you, his eyes lighting up like a puppy seeing their owner after a long day of being home alone.
"Hey! Y/n, can you come here for a second?" He asked with a hidden smirk. You shrugged and walked over to him, standing next to him and glancing at the person he sat with.
There was tension in the room for some reason. You couldn't tell what type though. Your arms were crossed so you could hide the fact that your nipples were hard. König always makes it his buisness to point that out to you, thus embaressing you because he thinks it's funny.
"Ghost? What are you doing here? And are you two out of all people having a conversation? I could have sworn it was more people here." You asked as König held your hand trying to pull you closer to him.
He's so touchy right now. Why is that? Usually he refrains from physical contact when other people are around.
"There was, Alejandro and Soap had to get going..." Ghost simply explained. You could feel his eyes tracing every part of your body. You were so sexy. He smirked behind the mask clearly taking interest in what he saw.
König pulled you by the hips while you were staring at Ghost, focusing on how attractive his accent and voice was. You came back to reality once Konig sat you down in the middle of them. The two men staring down at you like a piece of meat.
They were both so big together. You felt so small compared to them. Fuck, keep it together. Don't ruin this with your lewd thoughts.
You tried to not look at Ghost but couldn't resist the urge. Your eyes would meet with his which made him place his strong hand on your inner thigh.
"Turns out König and I have a mutual interest in something, isn't that right?" He asked glancing at your boyfriend who was grabbing your hand to hold it and bring it up to his face, placing small kisses on it.
"Yeah... do you want to know what it is Y/n?" König responded before looking down at your breasts. You tried covering yourself with your free right arm but Ghost grabbed you before you could. The two men stared at your chest seeing how hard your nipples were.
They then began to kiss both sides of your neck in unison, their hands lifting to slide under your shirt. Konig squeezing your right breast and Ghost squeezing your right.
You were freaking out on the inside but decided to keep your cool and go along with this. "What is it?" You asked glancing at them both.
"König told me that you wanted a threesome... that's why he invited me over today with the others..."
Ghost spoke in a cocky tone in your ear. Making shivers throughout your spine. You bit down on your lip and took your arms from them. This was all too much for you to handle at once. You knew you had to step away. You were too nervous around them. König was acting so different.
You tried to get up, but they pulled you by your wrists and brought you back down to sit inbetween them. "We'll do anything to fuck you Y/n... this is something you've wanted, so why not let it happen?" König questioned while bitting into your neck.
"But König... you're my boyfriend- I don't want you to think less of me or-"
He chuckled at your doubts and held your face. Dragging his thumb on your lip to keep the tension going. "Don't worry... there's nothing you could do to make me not love you... if you want to fuck someone else that's fine... but-" He then put his hand around your throat and squeezed tightly. "Don't think you'll be able to get what you want so easily... you're mine, remember that."
Ghost chuckled and turned your face so you could look at him. "Yeah... but tonight you're going to have to share aren't you? So in that case, she's ours." He stated just to mess with König a little.
You really loved the sound of that. 'Ours.' You would like that, a little too much than you'd like to admit. König felt a little jealous, watching you stare intently at Ghost rather than at him. Ghost's hand kept feeling up your thighs. You enjoyed being touched by him. How dare you.
Your breath hitched once König pulled you onto his lap. Being more possesive over you to have your attention. You broke eye contact with Ghost and looked at him.
You could feel König's bulge under you, so what other idea would you have that wasnt to grind your hips back and forth to further turn yourself on. König chuckled and slid his hands under your shorts. To his surprise you werent wearing any underwear.
He felt so good under you. The thought of his cock stretching you out felt like heaven itself. With your eyes glued on him while you grinded on his lap, Ghost took the opportunity to stand behind you and pull your hair, forcing your eyes on him.
"Don't forget about me now... seems like König's getting a bit jealous..." He smirked holding your face with both hands.
You bit down on your lip and stopped moving your hips. The eye contact Ghost had with you was intoxicating. His eyes were dark and sad. You could fall in love with him right then and there. His eyes are so pretty.
König then held you onto his lap and began to move his hips forward. You felt him pressing on your clothed clit, making you break eye contact with Ghost.
"You want to make this a competition? Fine by me... I already know what it takes to make her come. I clearly have the upper hand here." He said while glaring at Ghost.
"Let's see who's name she'll be moaning more loudly then..." He responded before staring down at you.
Ghost moved out of the way allowing König to forcfully pull you off the couch like you were some doll to a toddler. He kept you still as the two of them got closer to you, they both towered over you. Making you like this situation perhaps a bit more than they did.
"Don't just stand there, take your shirt off... we want to see you." König demanded pushing you into Ghost's direction.
He held your hips, groaning into your ear. You then slowly took off your shirt. Tossing it somewhere in the room and attempting to cover yourself out of embaressment.
"Oh look, she wants to pretend like she's embarrassed... how cute." He teasingly spike and pulled your arms down, keeping them at your sides.
"Ghost, what do you think of her? She's cute isn't she?" König questioned. Blaintently ignoring your attempts to get his hands off of you. "Well- of course, she is quite the looker... but I'm not really fully sold on the idea, she seems to have an issue with listening." Ghost shrugged slapping your ass watching you jump in pain, your exposed chest bouncing up.
"Yeah- she can be a bit stubborn... she likes to act as if she doesn't enjoy this but I know she does..." He said before squeezing your breast and pinching your nipples.
"Ah~ K-König..." You whimpered.
"Take her shorts off..." König said. You looked down at Ghost as he crouched down to pull at your spandex shorts. You closed your legs together feeling your body drop in temperature. It's so damn cold in here.
König sat back down with you in his arms, Ghost sat down on the opposite side of you. They both moved their hips forward to manspread, bringing attention to their equally big bulges.
"Go fix the temperature since you want to act like it's so cold... we'll wait." He shrugged letting you go and pushing you along.
He slapped your ass and watched you wince in pain, when you walked by Ghost he to slapped your ass getting the same reaction from you.
They both watched you as you walked over to the thermostat to turn it higher. You turned around still standing there, holding yourself.
You were so nervous. Their eyes didn't leave you not once. You felt like prey to a pack of lions. They both pated their laps. Encouraging you to come back over to them.
"Alright now I'm completely sold... I'm a bit upset that you kept her a secret for so long, she's fucking gorgeous." Ghost said begining to palm himself through his jeans. The thick material made it impossible for him to touch anything, he unbuckled his belt. Catching your attention.
You looked at him and began to walk over to him. König snapped his fingers for you to look at him.
"Nope, not yet. I said I wasn't going to make this easy for you. You're getting too greedy." He said shooing you far from them.
You whimpered and still kept your eyes on what Ghost was hiding in his pants. You heard König pull his erecton out but you already knew how he looked and felt.
Ghost and Konig were definitely around the same size. I mean how could they not? They're both over six feet tall. Although König's was longer by atleast two inches which gave him the advantage of penetrating you deeper.
On the other hand, having to take Ghost in would be a challenge for sure. He's way thicker, and the veins scattered about his shaft were something you looked forward to. He was cut while König wasn't. Both had an equal amount of pubic hair, but Ghost's bush was less groomed.
"Look at her... she's imagining our cocks inside of her isn't she, such a fucking slag she is..." Ghost said, bringing you out of your inner thoughts just by the tone of his voice alone.
You looked at them and felt your face rising in temperature. God why won't one of them tell you what to do already? You were loosing it.
"Come here... don't fucking touch us though, just sit there and wait for further instruction." He demanded curling his fingers in your direction.
You stepped forward only for Ghost to snap his fingers and click his tongue. "On your knees and crawl to us... you won't be needing to walk for a while." He said.
That's more like it. You tried to hide your smile as you got down on your knees. You then kneeled on all fours and crawled over to them like he asked. Once you approached the couch, you sat inbewteen them.
"Spread your legs you fucking whore." König said while pinning your upper body to the couch. You spread your legs watching Ghost bring his attention to your exposed lower half.
"Wow, such a cute little clit you have there... I can just tell how wet she is by looking at her..." He said before slapping your clit and rubbing it.
You bucked your hips with a moan. You lifted your hands to touch him but König grabbed your wrists before you could even reach Ghost.
"Ich bin es langsam leid, dich dazu zu bringen, die Regeln zu befolgen...“ He aggressively spoke to you in his native tongue while slapping your face to make you whimper.
("I'm getting really tired of making you follow the rules...")
"I'm sorry~ I'm just a needy slut..." You said with a innocent tone.
"Shut the fuck up... you don't get to talk to me or him from this point forward..." He said slapping your face again. You pouted and began to move in place. You stopped once Ghost slapped your thighs.
You looked down at him watching him lift your hips up and rub your clit faster. You moaned clenching your walls around nothing.
Ghost chuckled and swiped his thumb upwards through your lips to apply pressure to your clit after teasing you for so long. You squirmed letting out a moan feeling Ghost's fingers slide inside you, deep until reaching his knuckles. He curled his fingers inside you and watched your body jolt as you melted into his touch.
"She's so wet... just hear that... what a fucking whore..."
Your hips bucked again making Ghost slap your thighs once more. "She doesn't fucking listen... clearly she doesn't deserve to have her cunt played with..." He sighed shaking his head and took his hands away from you.
You whimpered looking at him then at König. He wasn't looking at you. If anything he was ignoring you, they both were.
"The only we can do to whip her back into shape is if we use her... get her so worked up that she's on her knees begging like a fucking slut to fuck our cocks... her whoreish face covered in come." König stated before yanking you off of Ghost and pushing you to the floor.
"Wait... I'll be good... I'm sorry... König please." You whimpered hoping he'd take pitty on you.
The pair rolled their eyes at you and stood up. König grabbed you by your hair and threw you onto the couch again. Ghost grabbing your ankles and tossing you over onto your back.
You spread your legs again slightly proud that it was that easy. You looked at them, König still on your left side and Ghost on your right.
They both collected your juices on their fingers and rubbed your pussy. Ghost rubbing your clit and König rubbing your entrance. You closed your eyes and sighed heavily in pleasure. Trying to figure out which hand to focus on.
Ghost used his middle and ring fingers to rub the bundle of nerves and apply pressure. König slid his index and middle fingers inside you to curl them inside you. You moaned clenching around him and started to play with your breasts.
Your eyes were still closed until you heard deep groans and moans. Once your eyes opened you could feel your pupils dilating, along with dopamine releasing in your brain.
The two of them were stroking themselves while staring at you, their fingers hard at work to give you something to moan about. Your mouth opened in shock. Fuck. This was something you didn't know you needed. You didn't know which one to look at.
König? His cock head turning a bright red while all the blood rushed to his tip. A pretty stream of pre-cum dripping onto the floor while his pretty foreskin covered half of his tip when he'd ride his hand upwards, then fully open when he'd slide his hand back down.
And Ghost? Shit. He thrusted his hips into his hand as he stared into your eyes. You could tell that he was imagining fucking you right before your eyes. He groaned deeply and smirked as you kept eye contact with him. His fingers slowing down so he could slap your clit, then picking up speed again to make you moan louder.
He'd stop moving his hips and begin to make his hand do all the work, rubbing his tip into his warm palm and squeeze himself to apply pressure. Sending a tingling feeling in his balls, releasing his hand before feeling a sharp pain.
You whimpered feeling König's fingers penetrate you deeper to get your attention back onto him. You looked at him and clenched tightly for longer than usual, he smirked at you whole stroking himself faster and thrusting his fingers in at the same pace as his hand to make it seem like he was inside you.
When he'd curl his fingers upwards, he'd start stroking himself upwards. He'd pull his fingers out of you and stop stroking himself. Staring down at his cock to watch it twitch and jump on it's own.
He breathily moaned and took himself in his hand again, sliding in a finger and pushing upwards deeply to find the spot behind your urethra.
You whimpered throwing your head back letting yourself come undone and moan louder. They watched your legs shake and lock in place before you stretched them out again. König nodded to you and hummed 'Mhm' to tell you that he knew how good you were feeling.
You whined and bent your legs at the knees again and pulled on the couch cushion. Your body felt hot all over. Ghost slapped your clit again and rubbed more consistently, collecting your juices on his fingers before doing so.
"Ahhh~ ahhh- ohhhh~ Ggh-K-k-ko-gh..."
You were sexualy and mentally confused. Who's name do you moan? You couldn't think straight. Your body enjoyed the feeling of their hands, your mind enjoyed the sight of two men getting off to the sight of you.
You held your breath for a second stopping all sounds from coming out. Their groans and wet noises that came from your vagina was all that could be heard. Your back arched as you finaly let yourself breath again. You whimpered loudly while your legs started to shake again. Their fingers continuing what they were doing but in a faster pace.
König moaned and slapped your entrance before sliding his middle finger inside you and curling it again. His middle finger was his longest one, you moaned covering your face and let your vaginal muscles relax around him. He hummed once more, encouraging you to release however you wanted to.
"Yes yes yes yeeess~ Kghhoöstnniigg~" You moaned at the top of your lungs allowing yourself to squirt. You didn't have a clear name in mind to moan so you put both of theirs together. They groaned and slapped your clit and entrance at the same time. You whimpered biting onto your knuckle and bucked your hips onto ther hands.
They stoped touching themselves and payed attention to you. König grabbing your face and keeping your eyes on them. Ghost forcing your jaw open to slide his thumb inside to get you to suck it.
"Yeah... make a fucking mess you pathetic little bitch... now our fucking couch needs to be cleaned because of you..."
"You're such a whore... moaning at the top of your lungs like that while getting off to our hands..."
"Hmmpmmm!" You tried speaking but forgot that Ghost's thumb was in your mouth.
Once your legs stopped shaking they took their hands away from you and sat down on opposite sides of the couch. You were breathing heavily trying to gain composure until they groaned loudly, pushing you off of the couch again and grabbing your hair for your face to be in their laps.
"Alright- fuck... you've had your fun. Now get to sucking." König demanded of you while putting his cock in your face. You looked down at it, seeing pre-cum still dripping from it. You held the base of him gently and was about to put him in your mouth until Ghost pulled your hair aswel for you to give him attention first.
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König and Ghost sat on the couch with you on your knees in front of them. They looked down at you with their hips pushed forward and sitting in a manspreading form. You could see their equally heafty erections just fighting to be seen in your eyes first.
You licked your bottom lip not knowing what your next move should be.
You wanted them to defile you in any way possible. These two large men throwing you to eachother to allow the other man have a go at you. Their equally fat cocks stuffing, fucking and pumping deep inside your tight holes. Stretching you out and practically making you a new one.
You couldn't resist the desire to be their cock sleeve tonight. Their eyes stared down at you, you could see the animalistic gleam in them. Right now they weren't seeing you as anything but a new toy. You wanted to be used and abused. Your holes aching for more of their come.
König then snapped his fingers to get your attention. You looked at him then at Ghost. He snaped his fingers again. Demanding that you'd stare at him and only him.
"She doesn't know which one to look at first... guess she doesn't feel like using that brain of hers... clearly she should be looking at me..." He stated as you crawled towards him. Seating yourself inbetween his legs.
"She's so pretty down there... but I hope she's not forgetting that she has another cock to drain..."
You looked at Ghost while rubbing König through his sweats with your left hand. Your right hand doing the same for him. He let a groan slip out caressing your face, finally acknowledging you but not completely.
"It's cute that she's trying to be a tease but I personally think she should get on with it." Ghost said nonchalantly while ignoring you.
"Yeah right? These cocks aren't going to drain themselves... I kindof feel like my time is wasted, what about you?" König said.
"Affirmative..."
Well. They're right, you don't want to disappoint after all. You swallowed the lump in your throat and finally held their cocks in your hands. You hummed in pleasure looking up at them and started off with König, you were clearly more familiar with him.
You stuck your tongue out and took his tip in your mouth, using your hand on Ghost. The two men groaned in unison while throwing their heads back. You moaned to get yourself to be confident enough to give them your best preformence.
Ghost could tell you were taking your sweet time to not suck him off next. He then grabbed your head and turned you in his direction, slapping his tip on your lips then proceeding to pry them open.
"There's no space to be scared now... you agreed to this so fucking deliver." He demanded while placing both of his hands on the back of your head.
"But you're really thi- mghhhmmm!"
You panicked feeling him force himself into your throat. Your eyes began to water and push tears out onto your cheeks. You looked up at him, trying to push his hands away but couldn't.
"Look at her acting like she can't take it... she likes it rough... the more tears the better..." König explained while grabbing your left hand and wrapping it around his cock, now using it like a fleshlight. Holding his hands around it to keep your hold tight.
"Fuck... how dose she feel?" He moaned.
"Aghh... absolutely perfect... a bit teethy though... but nothing a bit of breaking in can't fix." Ghost responded while moving your head up and down like you were bobbing for apples at a fair.
"Hmm! Mhfggh!"
You needed air but they couldn't hear you. Ghost moved your head faster and groaned holding you down forcing himself to touch your uvula. Shaking your head to make you gag. He enjoyed the sounds of you trying to speak or atleast catch your breath.
"Mhmm... fuck... take that fucking cock... you pathetic little slag."
He pushed his cock into your cheek getting off from the slippery texture on the inside of your mouth. You were able to breath slightly as you looked up at him batting your eyelashes and placing your hands on the floor for support.
"You've had enough- don't enjoy it too much... now suck mine, you fucking bitch." König groaned at the loss of contact and pulled your hair for you to look up at him.
You smiled and stuck your tongue out. Gladly taking half of his long shaft in and lapping your tongue up on the underside of his tip. You let him go with a pop and giggled before putting on an airheaded smile. Then proceeding to make sloppy wet kisses for your right side of his shaft and breathed on it to make it stand taller.
Ghost grunted caressing your face and stoking himself while staring at you. You looked up at both of them with your eyes big. Tapping König's tip on your tongue and sucking it briefly while collecting more saliva.
"Fuck... she sucks cock like it's a sport... don't just play with it now, suck it like it's your job..." Ghost said forcing your head down deeper. You moaned while opening your throat so König's cock could reach deeper inside.
"Haaafgghmmmuaahh~♡"
You lifted your head up to breath for a second while König stared down at you. You bit your lip and licked the acces saliva that fell. "You guys are so big..." You seductively spoke while taking Ghost's base in your left hand. You brought their tips together on your lips and kissed them both, then pumped your hands together and slid your tongue in the middle of them.
"Christ... she sucks cock like a porn star... take us both in your mouth now..." Ghost demanded forcing your head down slightly.
You tilted your head to the side and sucked them off in a circular motion. Your head moving on it's own as you closed your eyes to focus more. König held your head and thrusted himself into your mouth, tears forming in your eyes as Ghost began to do the same thing.
"Schwanzhungrige Schlampe... du arbeitest für unsere Lasten, nicht wahr?"
("Cock hungry bitch... you're working for our loads aren't you?")
"Mhm~♡ Am I doing good... am I good girl?" You asked with a small whimper as you stoked them off so you could speak.
"Hah~ she wants praise for doing the bare minimum... I dunno if she deserves it..." Ghost slightly moaned while yanking your hair.
"Please... I want to know if I've been good..." You said while pouting your lip and sucking their tips again before showering their cocks in kisses.
They stood up and yanked your arm for you to sit in front of them. They stared down at you with their cocks in hand.
"Shut the fuck up... keep sucking..." Ghost groaned and held your throat tapping his tip on your tongue. König the back of your head while he held your jaw. They both slapped your face with their cocks to encourage you to open your mouth again.
You opened wide while wrapping your hands around them and rested their tips on your slippery tongue, pumping up and down and looking at them.
"Ahhh~ heyoghhh hgo hiignh~♡"
("Ahh~ they're so big~♡")
"Yeah? Of course they are... wow she can barely fit it in her mouth... open wider for us..." König said pulling on your jaw to keep your mouth wide.
Their hands on their hips while they stared down at you. Saying degrading phrases while you whimpered sucking them separately, then sucking their tips together.
Your heavy breath making them twitch and groan together. Ghosts hips began to thrust into your hand while you sucked on König. Your head bobbing back and fourth swallowing the pre-cum that dripped out of him.
Your confidence sky rocketed to an all time high. You've always loved being the center of attention. The fantasy of having more than one man focus on making you feel good drove you crazy.
Ugh, each sound they'd make would all be because of you. Even if they were degrading you, you enjoyed every last minute of it. Because yeah, only whores would enjoy slutting themselves out to more than one man.
You were no longer worried about covering yourself up. The only way you wanted to be covered up is by their balls emptying out onto you like you were a sock they jizzed into.
Ghost then stood behind you and pulled your hair for you to throw your head back. He shoved himself into your mouth again making you take him deep into your throat. Your eyes watered at the amount of force. But you chugged it up and chose to deal with it. Moans muffling on his cock sending vibrations through his body.
"She's taking me in so well... first place goes to Y/n- ughh~ She's a champion at this... fucking whore." He stated while slapping your face gently.
König held onto your throat making you feel tighter for Ghost. His hips thrusting into your hands as you kept them clasped together to hopefully mimic the feeling of him being inside you. He whimpered softly but also joined in slapping your face to still keep himself focused on being dominant towards you.
"That's right... ughh fill that void in your body with cock... that's my perfect slut..."
Mmm~ fuck. You could feel your vagina becoming more wet as you listened to what König said. Being degraded but having 'MY' put in front of any belittling statement turned you on even more.
"She's more than perfect... hngghh~ alright suck him off... she's going to make me come already." Ghost said pulling his hips back and allowing you to give König special attention. You placed your hands on König's thick thighs, closing your eyes to suck your throat around him.
Your tongue swirling in all directions, head turning so he could penetrate your cheek and every crevice his cock could find. You let him go with a pop before licking up his shaft and tracing the sensitive throbbing veins scattered the thick, uncut, and girthy length.
"Hey!- eyes on me..." He demanded snapping his fingers in your face. Your eyes darted open and glanced up at him fulfilling his request.
You could hear Ghost heavily groaning behind you. His hand riding up and down his shaft, thumb pressing on his tip to force pre-cum out of himself. He pulled your hair so you could look at him too. You moaned at the amount of attention feeling your clit tingle making you even more wet on the inside.
Ghost couldn't believe how skilled you were in this department. Just by looking at you he assumed that you didn't know anything about sucking cock. You and König's relationship had been so private and reserved from other people until now. He was shocked when König told him about your little 'crush' on him.
He agreed out of pure lust that he had festering for you that had been within him for a long time. He would have made advances at you but König had already put claim on you first.
"Ahh ahh ahhh~♡ Am I doing a good job? Please tell me I'm doing good..." You asked clenching your thighs together with a submissive whimper. "No, you're doing a bloody horrible job... you poxy slag." Ghost said being sarcastic, his british accent coming out more clear.
You whimpered and turned your head to kiss his tip while staring up at him. Using your hands to jerk König off.
"Awe you love when I call you a slag? You dumb cunt, you don't even know what it means... shut up and take my cock... kissing it isn't going to please anyone..." He said pulling your hair and sliding himself in your mouth once you whimpered in pain. Tears gushing out of your eyes aswel.
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Both of the men held a chunk of your hair and kept your head back for you to look up at them. Their hands working overtime on their shafts for them to cover your face in come in unison. Your tongue sticking out and smile on your face. "Aghhhff~ Pheathh hoge ogghh hyy haath~♡"
(Ahhh~ please come on my face~♡")
They both slapped your face, König slapping your right cheek and Ghost slapping your left. "Mmmyeahhh~ come on... I want you guys to come on my face... I need it... I'm such a whore, I need come on my face to live~ please don't keep me waiting..." You begged spitting on their tips and taking them in your mouth, swirling your tongue in an infinity sign before flicking your tongue in the middle.
"Halt die Klappe, du schwanzgeiler Lump..." König groaned sliding himself further in your mouth to push Ghost out of the way.
("Shut the fuck up you cock hungry come rag...")
"Hggnnmm I'm sorry König~" You moaned rolling your eyes back and intentionally gagging on him.
König held the top of your head while Ghost held your jaw again. Both of them thrusting into your mouth penetrating your esophagus out of unison to cause friction between them. The two then thrusted once more before pulling out of you sloppily and pumping their hands on their shafts staring down at you.
You didn't speak, you instead just sat there waiting for your desert. Their groans made you want to touch yourself, the tingling feeling turned into pressure inside your clit. You were just aching to be touched.
"Nimm jeden – aghh~ letzten Tropfen, du wunderschöner – C-Cock-Wrangler..."
("Take every- aghh~ last drop you beautiful- c-cock wrangler...")
König moaned pushing himself inside your mouth to come inside. You moaned nodding enjoying the feeling of his hot sticky come coat your tonsils. You looked at Ghost while sucking his tip encouraging his finish until he choked on his words and loudly groaned, face scrunchung up at the nose as he covered your face like an artist would paint a canvas.
"Yeahh yeahh~ mhmm I love the taste of your come... it's so fucking good~♡" You moaned about to swallow his load.
"What a fucking whore... she's inatrual at sucking cock... shit, let's fuck her now..." Ghost stated while wiping his forehead free of sweat.
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Ghost had you bent in half while fucking you standing up. His arms scooped under your knees with his hands clasped together behind your neck, forcing you to stare down watching him fuck you. You moaned everytime he thrusted, his cock head meeting with your cervix while your clit throbbed aching for contact. You didn't know what to do with your arms and allowed them to just fwail in the air.
König standing in front of you watching you moan and whimper at the size of another man's cock. He then held your waist and aligned himself with the same hole Ghost occupied. You were wet enough for both of them to take you.
You bit down onto your lip to not cry out as your entrance stretched beyond the size you had been used to all this time. Both of them groaned and pulled your body every other way they could so one of them could have more control over you.
You looked up at König who was groaning while rubbing your clit with his thumb. His free hands played with your breasts, pulling and pinching your nipples.
"König... please look at me... I'm sorry..." You whined assuming he was mad at you.
He rolled his eyes and placed his hand around your throat, still not willing or ready to akwnolage you. "Shut the fuck up." He demanded squeezing your throat tightly before letting go.
All you wanted was for him to look at you and also call you his good girl. He wasn't doing either of those things. The lack of praise and admiration made you upset. When having sex he makes it his mission to spoil you with praise, only degrading you when you'd ask. He loved you too much to call you a bitch or anything in bed without you asking.
"Ahhhh~ mmpleeaasee!" You repeated yourself hoping he'd hear you. You needed him to look at you so fucking bad. You felt embarrassed and ashamed for enjoying yourself.
He didn't do anything except continuing to choke you so you'd shut up. This was his punishment for you. He was cripplingly jealous and possesive over you. How dare you want to fuck someone else while with him? He obviously didn't feel like he wasn't enough for you, if that were the case then he wouldn't even be able to look at Ghost without getting angry.
He wouldn't dare let Ghost get close to you either.
It took every bone in his body for him to not give in and entertain you. Although your begging and whimpering did make him want to stare into your eyes while fucking you.
You sighed seeing your pleading was getting you nowhere and looked up at the ceiling attempting to not think about the overwhelming feeling of needing to cry.
The pleasure felt too good for you to hold yourself together. Not only that, you also couldn't deal with him still ignoring you.
König's cock penetrating upwards due to the lack of space inside you, Ghost penetrating downwards continuously making you feel like you have to use the bathroom.
Konig was causing pressure behind your urethra. Did you have to pee or squirt? You couldn't tell. Your face was burning up with heat, stomach twisting and turning with every thrust.
"Awe is she going to cry? That's so fucking cute... what an attention whore." He groaned slapping your face and mocking your feelings.
Your vagina was beginning to overstimulate too quickly. Your walls rejected their cocks on their own but grew wetter when they'd thrust back inside.
Ghost groaned deeply and thrusted harder, you received degrading words in your ear making you moan louder. "You fucking slut... take our fat cocks- aghh~ all you're good for is to be a personal fleshlight for us..."
"Ughh please! I need more!~ I can feel myself getting close!" You said desperately as König pulled out of you and laid down on the couch, motioning for Ghost to bring you over to him.
König groaned stroking himself with you over him. Your juices were like a lubricant ad he did so. Ghost pulled your hair so you could keep yourself up rather then giving out and letting König hold you.
"Fuck... she's so wet..." He grunted before lifting your hips with one hand and teasing your stretched entenece.
"Shit... I'm coming inside her for sure..." Ghost stated while slapping your ass to hear you whimper. You couldn't say anything. You know if you did it would either be a moan or a cry out for attention. Begging wasn't going to get you anywhere so what's the point.
"You do that and I'll fucking kill you." König said glaring at him. Everything that the two of them has done to you was perfectly fine. But you belonged to him, so he was the only one who could give you a creampie.
"Ha- what? You're afraid that I might get her pregnant aren't you..." Ghost responded with a cocky grin on his face.
"Not really scared. More so certain that this wouldn't happen again if you tried anything like that."
"Oh yeah? Don't try and start something you most certainly can't finish König... I'm only doing this because she wants me just as bad as I want her..."
Ghost then turned your head for you to look at him. Your come drunk eyes met with his. What were they talking about? You couldn't hear them, your mind was too fuzzy for you to care.
Next thing you know Ghost was making out with you while swirling his tongue around yours. He sloppily pulled your bottom lip with his teeth and turned your head to the side for a better angle. You moaned into his mouth and lifted your left hand to caress the back of his neck.
Oh god, and he's a good kisser? Fuck. He was making you so wet... his arm wrapped around your waist pulling your body close to him, König's hands held your hips and squeezed them until his knuckles were white. He was pissed. Watching Ghost make out with you to prove a point made him angry. He then aligned himself up with your entrance and forced you down on him. You broke the kiss with Ghost to whine proudly.
Saliva connected from your mouth to Ghost's. König groaned and pulled you down to him, holding you in his arms and burying his face into your neck.
You softly moaned rolling your eyes back and grinding your hips back and forth so your clit could feel his pubic hair brush against it. Ghost slapped your ass and slid inside the same hole again. König made sure you focused on him by kissing your neck and cheeks while glaring at Ghost.
He groaned and bit into your neck to make a hickey. You whimpered burying your face into his neck, feeling yourself about to come but kept quiet because of how badly you couldn't think.
"Du bist mein gutes Mädchen..." He groaned licking the bruised skin on your neck.
("You're my good girl...")
You lifted your head from his chest and looked at him. Pressing your lips together in disbelief that he said that. "I am? You're not mad at me?" You asked as your voice cracked.
He shook his head and showered your face in kisses. Holding your cheek and dragging his thumb on your warm skin. "Ich liebe dich so sehr..." He softly said to you and planted kisses on your lips.
("I love you so much...")
You felt tears building up in your eyes as that was all you needed to hear for you to be able to come. You whimpered leaning upwards to put your hands on his chest but he kept you down to him because he wasn't finished.
"Du gehörst mir... Du gehörst ganz mir... du bist mein braves Mädchen... Ich liebe dich Y/n... Fuck~" He grunted thrusting harder into you and making you scream his name.
("You belong to me... You're all mine... you're my good girl... I love you Y/n... Fuck~")
"I love you too... fuck me harder... I'm gonna come~ please both of you fuck me harder!" You moaned feeling the knot in your stomach twist and turn just threatening to burst.
They pulled out of you again only for a split moment. König turned you around for you to lay on your back while still on top of him so you could face Ghost for a while. He snaked his arm around your waist keeping you close to him though, his other hand hooked under your right leg so he could rub your clit.
Ghost squeezed and played with your breasts while thrusting upwards into you. Their thrusting would be out of sync at first but in order to get you to moan more consistently they stoped glaring at eachother with daggers in their eyes and made it a goal for you to come first.
König moaned your name along with praises while bouncing you up and down. You held onto the back of his neck with your right hand and pulled Ghost down to you for vivid eye contact. No matter what face he made he made sure to not look away from you.
You whimpered and clenched around them, sucking their cocks inside whenever they pull back to rut into you again. Hearing König praise you in his native language while rubbing your clit, and Ghost staring at you was a dangerous combination.
You couldn't hold your composure anymore. Your whole body was sore and tingling with pleasure. You didn't want this night to end, it's been like heaven itself. You didn't want to leave their embrace ever again.
Ghost grunted and took your hand off of him, he held it in his hand and began to shower it with kisses. You watched him as his eyes rolled back once you clenched around them again.
"You're so fucking beautiful princess... you take us in excellently... you're such a good girl for taking us inside that pretty little cunt sweetheart."
Oh my fucking god. What did be want from you? Did they want you to just scream how much you loved them? You felt the need to say those words conjuring up inside you. Don't say it... don't fucking say it... he doesn't actually mean it... it's just sex talk... don't fucking say it...
"Ahhhh Ghost~♡ K-König~♡ I'm gonna- I- I- ughhh..."
"Let it out for us... be a good girl and let it out... come on... I want you to come on our cocks..." König groaned into your ear slapping your clit and rubbing it while applying more pressure.
"Mhmm... it feels so fucking good doesn't it? We're stretching you out so much... your little pussy can't take it... you're such a good fucking girl for us..."
"Yes yes yes it feels so good~ I can't take it... oh my god!" You helplessly whimpered pressing your hand on Ghost's stomach to slow him down.
"You can take it... I know you can... take us deep inside... you're doing so fucking well for us..."
They thrusted slower and deeper to get you to hopefully squirt or better. König turned your head for you to look at him and held your face now sloppily kissing you and biting onto your lip. You moaned into his mouth sucking his lip with yours and whimpered as Ghost rubbed your clit to keep up the amount of pleasure you were experiencing.
König broke the kiss with you and stared into your eyes aswel. You pressed your lips together as tears rushed down your face. They both payed full attention to you and comforted you by kissing you. Ghost held onto the couch and moaned in your ear, followed by saying your name intentionally making his accent thicker.
Say it... just say it... you know you'll mean everything when you do say it. Say those three words... come on Y/n, say it... it's not just sex talk. You mean so much to them.
"Don't cry baby... you're so close to coming... you got this... don't cry... get yourself sorted... you can do it... I'm so proud of you... good fucking girl..."
Shiiittt~ Ghost stop... why does he keep saying that type of stuff. He fucking knows what he's doing.
"Say it... say you're our good girl... you belong to us from now on... say it... right now." König demanded while slapping your clit.
You cried harder and clenched around them uncontrollably. Closing your eyes for a breif moment until Ghost snapped his fingers to keep your eyes on him. He pressed his forehead onto yours and thrusted upwards into your g-spot. König thrusted into your cervix, lifting your legs up and bending them at your shoulders. Ghost groaned deeply and held your ankles to keep your legs in place.
Fuck. Now they're working together- say it... say it... say it... say it... say-
You whimpered and held your breath now so worked up that you forgotten how to let go. Your face was hot as it ever was. Once you opened your mouth and screamed and threw your head back.
Your orgasm was bigger than you expected it to be. Your legs shook aggressively along with your arms. You spoke in tongue saying anything that came to mind. They still thrusted inside you to work themselves further to orgasm. You bit your lip making it bleed because of how hard you bit.
Your mouth opened wide and there it was. You said it.
"KöniiggGhost!Aahhhhhhh I LOVE YOU! IloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyou!!"
You cried loudly uncontrollably clenching yourself around them, keeping yourself tight making it harder for them to thrust.
Their faces scrunched up in mutual pleasure as they let out many moans that were all followed by your name. Ghost rubbed your clit feeling his come shoot inside you, your walls pulling on his shaft further squeezing his loud out. Making him whimper and try to stop himself but couldn't.
König had groaned planting his feet into the floor and using his inpressive lower body strength to fuck his come deep up inside you. You whimpered trying to gain your composure but couldn't. They were still thrusting to make their erections come down. Their cocks slipping and sliding together due to the mess they both made inside you.
You cried out this time with pure desperation as you could feel your vagina reject them desiring to return to normal size again. They both sighed in pleasure finding it wouldn't be a good idea to pull out at the same time. Ghost then slipped out of you with a delicate moan. He slapped your clit many times and rubbed you while watching their come drip out of you.
"Ghossstt~ n-no... I'll- hgnnnggghhh~ s-squuuirt~" Your toes curled as you begged him to stop but he refused to listen to you. You then felt König pull out of you due to his cocks unbeatable amount of sensitivity.
Your legs shook again and there you were squirting on the couch making another mess that they'd have to clean up.
"Mhmm... that pretty little cunt is so sensitive... look at our pretty girl... good job..." König encouraged while making small slaps on your ass as a congratulations.
You whimpered to tell them to stop. They laughed in unison as König moved you to the side so he could sit up and gain his composure for once. You couldn't move anymore. You were sore and also too tired to even open your eyes.
You sighed heavily and covered your face. Squeezing your thighs together, feeling your entrance throb. Their creampies dripping out of you and onto the couch.
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What happened after you Ghost and König were finished went by like a blur.
You couldn't recall anything after that and assumed you passed out. You woke up in bed with your clohes on. You felt clean like you had taken a shower but you don't remember taking one. A bandaid on your neck along with healing gel to cover up- a hickey?
You thoughts had been interrupted by loud snoring coming from both sides of the bed. You couldn't move like you wanted to for some reason. Two muscular arms holding certain parts of your body and deep occasional groans.
You looked to your left and saw König laying next to you, his face buried in your chest and arms around your waist. Okay, that's normal.
So you looked behind you and saw- Ghost? He laid next to you with his face buried into your back, legs intertwined with yours along with something poking your back.
He moved himself closer to you and wrapped his arm around your waist to still feel your comforting body heat even while he's sleep.
"What the fuck?" You said before remembering what happend before you fell asleep.
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A REUNION TO REMEMBER
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PAIRING: sunghoon x fem!reader
GENRE/CW: smut, unprotected sex, fingering, cunnilingus public sex, car sex, mentions of drinking, mentions of jay and yunjin (le sserafim), and other idols.
WC: 11,380 words
SYNOPSIS: you last met park sunghoon when you were in high school, more precisely, when he had gained enough courage to ask you out, not knowing that the most popular girl of the school was already taken by the senior who was equally as popular. four years later, your batch decided to hold a reunion back in your town, where you meet sunghoon again. only, the problem is that he’s hotter than ever and you can’t, for the life of you, keep your eyes off him.
WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni
A/N: hihi, angels! happy hoon day! and this one is for my beloved @end-hyphen happy belated birthday iloveyou <33 i really hope that you like it! im sorry for taking so long to complete this fic but here we are :3 all likes, comments, reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated! it keeps me motivated! iloveyou all <3
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“There’s no way he didn’t know!��� You exclaimed, recalling how things went down back in tenth grade.
Yunjin only sighed on the other end of the call, “listen, I love you but, you have to take into account how oblivious the poor boy was back then! He studied and skated, that’s all he did,” she spoke, emphasizing on the but part.
You huffed, sitting down on the edge of your bed, nodding to yourself as you found her point to be a valid one.
“It’s still awkward though,” you mumbled, playing with a loose thread of your sweater.
“It’ll be fine, okay? It’s been four years, and it’s not like you have to talk to him.” Her words were true yet again, and this is why you loved her.
Yunjin had been your best friend since you were in middle school, she’d always been honest and the social butterfly everyone loved, but at the same time, she was humble and kind, always taking care of the ones around her.
You were relieved to know that she would be with you for the school reunion, an event which was planned thoroughly. It wasn’t just a meet up, it was a three day trip back to your hometown, the first day being the reunion dinner night, the second being the beach day and the last being the night out at the new club.
The idea itself was thrilling, not to mention how desperately you needed this break, Yunjin even quicker to express her excitement by booking two hotel rooms for you both as your parents now lived in Seoul, and not in your hometown.
Another sigh left your mouth as you plop down on your bed, staring at the ceiling while wondering why you even bothered to check the guest list, to check whether Park Sunghoon was invited or not.
It was no surprise when you saw his name in the list, gulping as you recalled the embarrassing incident which took place between you both, the one in which you never got the opportunity to confront him.
You closed your eyes, revisiting the memory.
It was the last day of the tenth grade, your exams had just gotten over and the student crowd was elated, throwing notes everywhere to celebrate the same, which caused you to scrunch your nose at the sight of paper wastage and meaningless litter.
“Hey,” a sweet voice called your name at the exact second, succeeding in grabbing your attention.
You recognized him as your classmate, Sunghoon, who was also a good friend of your own friend, Jay.
“Hey! Hoon, right?” You smiled at him, a slight red colour spread on his cheeks at the sight of you.
He nodded, also saying hello to Yunjin, who was right next to you before his gaze fell to his fingers as he fiddled with them, mustering courage to look into your eyes, your own ones staring at him with curiosity.
“I just, I wanted to ask if you’d like to, you know, go out with me sometime?” He let out the question, unsure of what words he had used and cringing at how shaky his tone was.
Your eyes widened as you looked at Yunjin with pleading eyes, asking for help. It was no secret that you were one of the popular girls at your school; sweet, hardworking and humble.
Getting a confession such as this one was nothing new to you, declining politely always worked, however, that was when you were single and not in a relationship with the most popular guy in the school, who was also your senior. It was almost cliché with how the ace, Lee Heeseung, had ended up falling for you.
The news was quick to spread, fast enough for your group chat to go crazy, asking you questions which almost made you throw your phone away with embarrassment. In the span of three days, the whole school was aware of the new it couple. Except for Sunghoon, that is.
“As friends?” You winced at how pathetic your question was, which certainly made things ten times more awkward.
“N—no, as something more?” Sunghoon helpfully explained, looking everywhere but at your face now.
“Sunghoon,” Yunjin spoke up, causing you to release your breath, thankful that she was here to control the situation when you could say nothing and feel uncomfortable looking at his disappointed face.
“She’s taken, love! Sorry,” she informed him, his eyes widening and mouth agape.
You wondered if he was genuinely clueless about this, he did look lost to you.
You gasped, suddenly feeling an arm wrap around your waist, pulling you closer as you stared at Heeseung in surprise, who was already looking down at you with a smirk.
“Hey, baby. I missed you,” he spoke up, kissing you right on the mouth.
Sunghoon witnessed the whole scene, a frown settling on his face, embarrassment clear as he softly said, “e—excuse me,” leaving as soon the words left his mouth, shoulders slumped
You never met him again, only seeing him with Jay at times. He was quick to change his school soon after it, knowing that he’d be able to do so easily since the finals were over.
And you were going to meet him now.
Your eyes snapped open at the thought of that, you just wished for the trip to be a pleasant one. Furthermore, from your side, you’d make sure to not be awkward around him, pretending as if the whole situation didn’t happen in the first place
If you’d even get to talk to him, that is.
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“Wow, you really are dumb,” Jake laughed uncontrollably once Jay finished telling him the story of none other than Park Sunghoon.
“Shut up,” Hoon mumbled, annoyed that the topic which he had wanted so desperately to be buried forever was brought up once again.
“Wait, but if you knew about them dating then why didn’t you tell Hoon?” Jake pointed reh question towards Jay.
“Because he never told me he was going to confess in the first place!” Jay’s eyes widened almost comically as he exclaimed, “and it was exam time, Sunghoon had sworn he wouldn’t use his phone till the exams ended, and you probably don’t have any clue as to how big of a nerd he was—”
“Jay! Stop this,” Hoon whined, covering his face with his palm as Jay took out his phone, scrolling to find a picture of Sunghoon.
He looked a lot smaller than he is now, wearing a yellow, collared t-shirt and round specs, lips curved into a small smile as he looked into the camera.
“Holy fuck! You could have been easily casted for the live action of Doraemon, as Nobita of course.” Jake high-fived Jay after taking a look at the picture, the latter almost falling down with the laugh he had let out.
“Nobita? Oh god, can you guys shut up now? I don’t even want to go and face her ever again,” he snapped, whining right after.
He had been overthinking about everything that could happen once you meet him again. Would you laugh in his face and remind him of it? Heck, would you even remember him? It mattered to him a lot more than he’d like to admit.
A four year gap should have been enough to let his embarrassment fade away, however, all his efforts went to vain once he got invited to the reunion.
“Listen, it’ll be okay. She probably doesn’t even remember you!” Jay tried to make him feel better.
“That’s very consoling, thank you very much,” Hoon rolled his eyes, wondering if you’d forgotten him already. It wasn’t as if you both had been close, but you did see each around and during the classes. He won’t lie, the thought made him sad.
“You definitely have a chance now though, if that makes you feel better,” Jake let out slowly, noticing the glow up Sunghoon had after comparing him with his old picture.
“Shut up, I don’t like her anymore,” he mumbled, a light blush creeping up his neck as he did so.
Jake and Jay exchanged a look, putting on a smile as they dragged Sunghoon for shopping while Jay went on talking about what all they should be packing for the three day trip, bringing a genuine smile to Hoon’a face as he looked at his goofy best friends.
Maybe the trip wouldn’t be so bad, he thought.
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“Ay babe! You look hot,” Yunjin winked at you, eyeing you up and down while you glided your lipstick along the expanse of your lips, smacking them together to spread it evenly.
You winked back, “you look hotter.” She laughed just as you said that, engulfing you in a hug.
“Ready to leave?” She asked, getting her luggage out as you followed with a nod, smiling while you got into the cab, Yunjin being quick to snap a few selfies to mark the start of your trip.
The entire time on your way to your destination, you felt giddy, wondering how everyone looked now. It had been a while since you had met them and you secretly hoped that you’d get a chance to get laid, the studies kept you busy and you hadn’t got time to tend to your needs.
Your mind was full of scenarios as you imagined how your stay would go, what all activities you’d do and so on, falling asleep on the plane while envisioning the same.
“Wake up, sleepy head,” Yunjin shook your arm slightly, waking you up from your dreamland.
It took you a second to realize that the plane was going to land, followed by the announcement of the same and you were still sleepy when you put on your belt.
The journey was short, and you were checked into your hotel room in no time. As soon as you jumped on the bed, Yunjin came into your room holding a bunch of skincare products and sheet masks.
“Get up! We need that glow for tonight,” she demanded, plopping on the bed with you as she ushered you to go and wash your face.
Skincare was therapeutic for you, however, it also made you sleepy, even more so when the hotel beds were the definition of comfort and pleasure.
Your skin was glowing by the time you woke up, also checking the time so see that you had to start getting ready for the reunion dinner at once for you to reach there in time.
“No! You’re not wearing that,” Yunjin pointed at your trouser outfit.
“Why not?” You asked, looking at it. It did seem like a decent outfit to you.
“Because we have to show everyone that you’re still the it girl you were four years back, now hotter than ever,” she mumbled, looking into your luggage as you let her take the matter into her hands, your focus now on styling your hair.
“This!” She exclaimed, getting a dress out which made your eyes sparkle. It was a new dress which you hadn’t gotten a chance to wear before, and she was right, it’s the perfect opportunity for you all to dress up a little.
“Ready?” She smiled. She looked stunning in that black dress of hers, her freshly coloured hair only added to her beauty.
“Ready,” you confirmed.
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“Y/n!” You heard your name, and suddenly you felt warm hands around your body, pulling you into a friendly hug.
Sweet voice and strawberry scent was enough for you to know it was Isa. A big smile spread on your face as you hugged her tighter, looking around to see all of your classmates hugging and talking to each other.
“You look so pretty!” You were in awe, seeing her gummy smile and the pink dress she sported.
“And you? You’re glowing! I bet you grow prettier each day,” she giggled, making your heart melt. She had always been kind and bubbly, another one of the reasons why you were so close to her.
You looked around the restaurant, it was new and the interior was modern, booked for the night for your batchmates. Meeting everyone was like a breath of fresh air.
You didn’t even manage to say hello to everyone before they announced the start of the dinner, asking everyone to take seats, however, Jay was quick to reach to you, his smile as sharp as you remembered it to be.
“As stunning as ever,” he complimented you, hugging your side.
He was in a black suit, hair styled accordingly and it was evident that was wearing an expensive scent. You can’t deny, he looked handsome.
“Thank you,” you said softly, “you look chic as always too.”
A shy smile graced his face, “come on, let’s go and sit,” he said.
You nodded, following him as you noticed that almost everyone had taken seats, Yunjin waving at you, pointing at the seat she saved, which you gladly took, fixing your dress while you did so.
What you failed to notice was the person next to you, who had visibly stiffened with your sudden appearance, until you turned your head to look at him.
Your breath hitched, and you prayed that it wasn’t visible how your eyes widened by just a fraction at the sight of Park Sunghoon.
Glow up would be an understatement, he looked like a completely different person without his specs and baby fat.
His eyes were a chestnut brown colour, it was the first time you had looked into them so clearly, face sculpted with a sharp jawline and pointed nose, lips naturally shaded into a glossy red shade and hair parted to the side, styled accordingly to match his black button up.
“Hey,” a deep voice snapped you out of your observation session and you realized that it was him.
“Sunghoon, hey. It’s been a while,” you smiled at him softly, hoping that he didn’t notice you staring at him just a second back.
Meanwhile the boy was surprised to know that you indeed remembered him, his heart beating a little faster now that he was in such a close proximity with you.
“You look beautiful,” he spoke mindlessly, mouth opening again as he realized what he had said out loud, “how have you been?” He quickly asked, mentally slapping himself for being such a mess.
That only made you smile further, “thank you, Hoon. You look really handsome too.” You let out, and you did mean it.
Your words made him smile, which displayed his fangs. Everything about him intrigued you all of a sudden, his presence affecting you in a way you didn’t think it would.
Before you could talk more, the waiters came out, bringing the starters as everyone chatted excitedly at your table, Yunjin pulling you to her side, whispering in your ear.
“Is that him? Y/n, you couldn’t say yes then but it’s not too late, do it now!” She rushed to speak into your ear, making sure no one else heard it but you.
“Yunjin shut up, I just met him,” you spoke with wide eyes.
“So? You have three days to be with him! And to be honest, he looks like he knows how to fuck—” you covered her mouth, not letting her finish the sentence.
“Oh lord! I’m not going to do that!” You exclaimed, taking a bite of your soup, mood uplifting at the scrumptious taste.
“But why?” She was almost going to whine before Sunghoon called out your name, saving you from this conversation.
“Yes?” You asked too quickly.
He chuckled softly and you swore your name sounded better when it came out of his mouth. Maybe you were too into studying all this while that even the littlest things made you jumpy.
Or maybe it was the man who sat next to you.
“Could you pass me that napkin, please?” He asked politely.
His slender fingers brushed against yours as he took the napkin from you, saying thank you to you, the slight touch of his cold hands made you shiver.
Yeonjun, who sat right in front of you, was successful in distracting you, asking about your life in Seoul and about what you’ve been studying.
He was also a student like you, although he liked to work as a model in his free time, “it pays well and you get free clothes too!” He explained with a goofy smile.
You felt content, loving how friendly the atmosphere was as if you guys never lost touch in the first place, everyone drinking champagne to celebrate with a cheer that you join in too, maybe this is why people hype reunions.
Sunghoon was attentive to everything you had said till now, trying his best not to stare at you every few minutes. Your smile made his lips curve into one as well, unconsciously at that.
The dinner concluded soon, everyone getting up and gathering for a round of group pictures.
Sunghoon’s hand brushed against yours in the process, succeeding in giving you goosebumps again, which he didn’t fail to observe.
“Are you cold?” He asked, noticing your goosebumps.
You didn’t have any better explanation, and you couldn’t possibly tell him that he was one responsible for it.
“Yes, a bit,” you answered, looking at the height difference between you both, his body looked buff, veins visible now that he had rolled his sleeves up.
“Here,” he offered his blazer to you, gently wrapping it around your frame as you could feel yourself being overdosed with his scent — it was attractive.
“I—thank you.” Your cheeks felt hot.
Sunghoon was clearly pleased to see you in his clothes, he had seen you after four years and yet, his opinion about you didn’t change, you looked perfect to him.
You both reached the group, you trying to tiptoe more as to ensure your visibility in the picture. It was hard to take a picture of such a big group, especially when people simply couldn’t stand straight out of excitement, posing with silly expressions.
“Y/n! Come here,” Yunjin called your name, pulling you close for another set of pictures with everyone.
“Listen guys! Tomorrow we’ll meet at the beach by twelve, make sure you reach there on time!” Hyunjin announced.
You loved beaches, the sunlight made the water shine like it hid the prettiest set of diamonds in there, the smell of land and water meeting was soothing to your senses, not to mention the smiling faces all around you. It all made beaches beautiful and you were excited about tomorrow already.
As you made your way out of the restaurant, you noticed two other people waiting for you along with your best friend, Jay and Sunghoon.
“You’re here! We’re taking a cab together to our hotel, apparently they’re staying over at the same place as ours,” she explained, “they probably have their rooms in front of ours too!” She joked.
Sunghoon looked at you in his blazer, deciding that he won’t even ask you to give it back to him, it suited you too much.
He wanted to spend more time with you, he wanted to sit next to you in the cab and he made sure to sit in between you and Jay, his side pressed against yours.
“Are you comfortable?” He asked softly.
“Oh, yeah. Are you?”
He nodded, loving the arrangement so far. Living in the same hotel meant that he’d get to see more of you.
“So, Y/n, how’s it going with uni? Do you have a boyfriend or someone special in your life?” Jay asked, knowing that his friend was dying to know the same.
“It’s hectic but somehow manageable, I like what I’m doing and I won’t be leaving without that degree so, yes I feel like the hard work would pay in the end,” you explained confidently, “and no, I do not have a boyfriend. It’s honestly hard to go on dates when you barely have time for yourself.”
You’d always been hard working and Sunghoon admired that about you, his focus was solely on you ever since you stepped inside the restaurant and talked to him. It wasn’t easy for Sunghoon to fall for someone, but once he saw you again, it was as if his feelings for you had never left.
Just then, the car swiftly came to a stop, jerking forward slightly as Sunghoon quickly put his arm around your waist, pulling your body into him, securing it.
Some car had jumped the red light, almost causing an accident, but thankfully you guys were all safe and without any scratch as the driver was quick to use the brakes.
“You okay?” He asked, whispering as he cupped your cheeks.
You nodded, unconsciously shifting closer to him and he didn’t make any efforts to move his hand away, letting it rest on your waist while your head rested against his shoulder.
It felt comfortable, his scent, his touch, but more than that, it felt genuine, which is why you closed your eyes, sleeping on his shoulder while his breathing hitched, looking at your sleeping figure.
So pretty, he thought, brushing a few strands of your hair away from your face, tucking them behind your ear, letting his fingers linger there for a while. It felt like a dream to Sunghoon, and he wished that he could get more of this — more of you.
The comfort and your warmth seemingly got to him as well, his head resting on yours as he drifted off to dreamland with a slight smile ghosting on his lips.
“Cute! Cute!”
“They look like a couple, woah.”
A series of flashes was quick to disturb your sleep, eyelids slowly opening to see two phones shoved near your face, clicking pictures of you, the chatter coming from the very same pair of people.
Just then, you realized that the picture in question was not just of you, but of the guy who so gladly let you sleep on his shoulder.
Your eyes widened when he blinked open his eyes too, Yunjin and Jay laughing at his reaction when he saw you staring at him, face inches away from yours.
His eyes widened comically before he diverted his attention to Jay, slapping his hand away who was busy shooting all of this on his phone, even the cab driver watched it with a fond smile on his face.
“You guys are adorable,” Yunjin squealed when you got out of the cab, rushing to get back to your room, cheeks heated and heart racing.
Were you embarrassed? Yes. But not even a single cell in your body can deny that it felt good — being close to someone.
“Stop pairing us as if we’re school kids!” You whispered into your best friend’s ear.
“It’s fun though.” She shrugged, joining you in the lift, “oh, and by the way, nice blazer you’ve got on,” she smiled, continuing to tease you.
Right, you had to return the blazer to Hoon.
Turns out, Yunjin was right and both of them were indeed on the same floor as you, your room right in front of Sunghoon’s room.
“Good night guys,” she sang, leaving for her room.
Jay followed suit, leaving for his own room, not forgetting to send a wink your way, which the other boy noticed with a frown on his face.
Your outstretched hand got his attention, his blazer now in your hand, “thank you so much, Hoon,” you spoke up.
His nickname comes out of your mouth seamlessly, making him smile.
“You can keep it with yourself,” he started, causing you to tilt your head in a questioning manner, “in case you feel cold again, y’know.”
“Yeah? What if I want you to be the one who keeps me warm if I feel cold tomorrow?” You looked into his eyes.
“I—Yes I can keep you warm, but we won’t be needing the blazer then,” he answered a second after overcoming the initial shock of you saying that.
“Perfect. Good night, Hoon,” you spoke sweetly.
However, he wrapped his fingers around your wrist the second you turned around, spinning you so you stood right in front of him, hands on his chest to support yourself as your eyes widened at his bold move.
“Good night, love,” he whispered, his finger tracing your jaw, before he leaned in to place a soft kiss on the apple of your cheek, a teasing smile on his face before he turned around, getting into his room.
Your fingers instantly touched the place where he had kissed you. The small display of affection earlier had left you restless and desperate for more, wondering how his lips would feel against the expanse of your skin.
You wanted more.
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“Fuck! Faster, please,” you whined, his fingers pressed against your cunt, rubbing them in an agonizingly slow manner, his mouth planting kisses all down your valley of chest.
“You like that?” He asked against your skin, biting and sucking on your tits harshly, doing it enough to leave marks on your body.
The pain was more pleasurable than you could have ever thought of.
“So much,” you hummed, fingers grabbing onto his roots, tugging his hair.
You cried out of pleasure when he inserted two of his fingers into your pussy, thrusting them in and out before he came to whisper against your lips.
“Bet you dream of me too,” he smirked.
A moan left your mouth, which he silenced by kissing you right away, taking all your lewd noises in.
“Don’t you?” He asked again, his fingers leading you to your orgasm.
Until your alarm rang and your eyes snapped open, a gasp leaving your mouth once you came to the realization that it was just a dream.
A wet dream.
About Park Sunghoon.
“Oh god,” you groaned, hiding your face into the blanket, pussy tingling with the dream you had a few seconds back, mostly due to how realistic it was.
You had no other option but to hop into the shower and lean against the shower wall, touching yourself as your phone played a sensual song on Spotify, till you made a mess on your fingers, breathing hard while imagining how today would go.
Especially when you had a beach day ahead and the possibility of seeing Hoon shirtless would be high
Ignoring the fact that you had a wet dream about the man sitting in front of you during breakfast was a tough thing to do, yet you managed it well.
He looked like a prince even in casual clothes and he knew how to make you go crazy by just a wink of his, even giving you his doughnut which you wanted so dearly.
His appearance was innocent, unlike last night where he was in a black button up — hot and attractive beyond words, he left you speechless.
“Are we renting a bike or not?” You asked Yunjin with a smirk after you were done eating.
“I’m down,” she gave you a high-five, “I don’t know about the boys though.”
“Wait, you ride bikes?” Jay asked, impressed.
“Of course, we do!” You answered.
“Take us on rides then,” he said, brow raised at the offer.
“Sure, select your rider, we’ll go to the beach on the bike then,” you smiled.
By the time you got ready in shorts and a top, which you wore on your bikini set, the sun had come up and was shining brightly. You had your bag packed with all essentials and two sets of extra clothes because you never know when you’re at the beach, not to mention how much sunscreen you had used to protect your skin.
All four of you got into the lift, and you noticed how you and Yunjin were wearing the same colours, while the boys were in shorts and t-shirts.
“Who’s coming with me then?” She asked, showing her bike keys.
“I am,” Jay spoke up, as if it was their plan to leave you with Sunghoon, alone at that.
You turned to look at Hoon, “you’re stuck with me then.”
“Perfect,” he smirked, following you out.
“Wear this,” you passed him the helmet, which he put on.
But your gaze went on his arm, which flexed as he fixed his helmet, the short sleeved t-shirt did nothing to hide his muscles.
“Let’s go,” he smiled, snapping you out of your daydream.
“You ready?” A smirk settled on your face as you checked the rear view mirror, looking at Sunghoon, who was quick to send a nod back.
What he didn’t expect was that you’d speed up the second you start the bike, making him jerk forward and hold on to your waist, making you shiver slightly before you began your journey of a total of ten minutes, the beach being close to your hotel.
“Woah, fuck!” You heard the boy say from behind, making you smile as you zoomed past the cars and other vehicles.
“Hold on tight,” you screamed against the wind, loving the light breeze caressing your skin, and Sunghoon’s body pressed against yours.
His arms tightened around you with your command, and your mind wandered to the morning when you dreamt about him.
It did feel good, and you were certain you wanted more.
Meanwhile, Sunghoon was looking around, enjoying the scenery, but most importantly, he was enjoying the time he got to spend with you — his old crush. He leaned in, taking in your scent, smiling at how you didn’t change your perfume still.
He was highly attentive and observant when it came to you.
A series of hooting was heard in the parking lot, where all of your gang was waiting for you four to arrive, thoroughly surprised to see you riding bikes.
“That’s hot,” Yeonjun came over, wearing only beach shorts, abs on display as he saw you take off your helmet, the scene looked as if it came out of a movie.
“Dang, you’ve been working out?” you asked, focus now on him as you happily chatted and took his hand, which he offered with his charming smile, and walked towards the beach with everyone else.
Sunghoon watched it all with his jaw clenched, Jay and Yunjin approaching him with a knowing expression on their faces. He wanted to spend time with you, and he didn’t expect anyone to steal you away from him so soon.
“Maybe she’d notice you if you remove your SpongeBob t-shirt,” Jay adviced, keeping his elbow on his shoulder.
“What’s wrong with SpongeBob?” He asked, tilting his head.
“Oh, definitely, Jay's right. Do you have abs?” Yunjin asked, doing the same from his other side.
“I—why does it matter?” Hoon huffed, shrugging their hands off and walking further.
“It does matter when you’re whipped!” Jay announced helpfully, making Hoon stop to slap his shoulder.
“Stop shouting for fucks sake!” He warned.
“You’ll never get her at this rate. Trust me, go shirtless and see the magic. Also, stop being a loser and move your ass, go and approach her,” Jay said.
Sunghoon simply looked around to ensure that no one was eavesdropping on their conversation, his friend embarrassed him enough and your best friend didn’t help either. Did he actually make it that obvious? He wondered.
Seeing you laughing with Yeonjun did make him want to step up his game.
“Guys! Get changed and then the ones who wanna enjoy the water are free to do that, while those who wish to do water sports, gather around that area,” Taehyun announced, pointing at a shed area meant for the registration of water sports.
You simply wanted to enjoy in the water, so you made your way towards the changing stalls, getting rid of your shorts and top to reveal your bikini, after which, you looked into the mirror to ensure your appearance was okay.
“Love the bikini,” Isa complimented and you cooed at her one piece swimsuit. Everything she wore suited her perfectly.
And Isa didn’t lie, a lot of heads turned to look at you once you were out, some silently admiring your beauty, for instance — Sunghoon, with his mouth agape slightly.
While others, like Yeonjun, didn’t hesitate to show how pleased they were by your entrance, whistling slowly, which flustered you slightly as you rushed to get under the beach umbrella, eyes darting away to look at Sunghoon, who was already staring at you.
“See you in the water,” Yunjin left, running away with excitement clear on her face.
That left you two alone under the umbrella.
“You’re not going?” You asked Sunghoon, getting sunscreen out of your bag.
“Just waiting for you,” he spoke smoothly, causing you to look at him.
“Help me then?” You passed him the bottle of sunscreen, turning around with your lower lip bitten.
Sunghoon took a deep breath, he wanted to touch you in more ways than one. He squeezed out some sunscreen, his cold fingers touching your skin as he applied it on your shoulder with a gentle massage.
His strong hands made you sigh with pleasure, head tilting to give him more access to your neck area, his fingers paying attention to each inch of your back, fingers digging into your inner shoulder with his breath fanning your neck.
He took your name, almost as a whisper.
“Yes, Hoon?” You looked back at him, only to find his face inches away from you.
He came closer, looking into your eyes, “let’s go,” he smiled, heart racing from the proximity and he wasn’t sure how longer he could handle staying so close to you without even kissing you.
“Race you to the water,” you screamed, running away with a smile so big, it naturally made the boy smile as he realized how much he wanted you.
You were fast, but he was faster and his arms wrapped around your waist the second your feet touched the water. Soft giggles left your mouth as he turned you around and ran further, standing in the water with his arms open and a victorious smile graced his face.
“That’s cheating!” You pointed your finger at him, others laughing at your childish bickering as he defended himself with a serious expression, trying not to give in to your pout.
“I don’t cheat,” he came close to say, pouting on his own.
Before you could retort, he started splashing water all over your body, others joining soon and splashing water everywhere.
“Hoon!” You squealed, rushing to splash water back on him, only to trip and fall right into his arms, his hands firmly holding you close to him.
“Falling for me already?” He asked, a cocky smirk on his face.
“In your dreams,” you retorted.
“You were there,” he shrugged, confusing you yet again.
“Where?”
He hooked his finger and lifted your chin tenderly, making you look into his eyes, “in my dreams last night,” he winked, leaving you speechless.
Sunghoon was the shy, nerdy kid who used to sit in the front of the class, always keeping to himself, talking to only Jay.
Now, however, you couldn’t even recognize the guy in front of you. While you found the old Hoon to be cute, you wouldn’t lie when you say that the confidence he oozed now made you want to know him more. The words rolled off his tongue so smoothly, which made you wonder if he flirted with others too.
It seemed as if he was on a roll to make you go speechless, and his plan was working. By the time you turned around to reply to him, you saw him swiftly remove his t-shirt.
Your body stilled as your eyes traveled up and down his body, skin shining with the sunlight that complimented him perfectly. He was lean but muscular, muscles flexing as he took off his SpongeBob t-shirt, abs now on display for everyone to see. He looked flawless.
Yunjin elbowed your side, eliciting a yelp out of you, “what?” You whisper yelled.
“You’re drooling,” she giggled, “get that man,” she tapped on your shoulder, pushing you towards him.
However, when you observed some girl, who wasn’t a part of your group, coming close to Hoon while placing her hand on his bicep and asking if he was single, it made you want to run away and not witness the exchange of Sunghoon smirking at the other girl.
Naturally, you made your way out of the water, face hot as you fanned yourself walking towards the beach chairs under the umbrella, not knowing that the boy had no other job but to follow you, politely rejecting the other girl.
You sat down, closing your eyes as you tried your hardest not to think about the dream you had earlier, your desire only fuelled when he flirted with you with that ever so stunning smirk of his.
Seeing him shirtless was your last straw.
You needed alcohol in your system to survive this, to let yourself free. Sunghoon was already resting on the chair next to you by the time you opened your eyes again.
“I’m hurt,” he started, looking your way.
You raised your brows at his comment, “why? I thought you had company.” You took a sip of your drink, loving the bitter taste on your tongue.
Everyone was out of the water now, the gang was done with their water sports package as well, coming and sharing their experiences with a loud chatter, also talking about arranging a bonfire as the sky turned into the prettiest shades of yellow with orange and red hues.
“I do have company,” he whispered, coming closer for you to hear, “a very pretty one at that.”
He took the beer bottle from your hand, taking a long sip of it, your eyes fixated on how his Adam's apple bobbed as he gulped it down.
You snatched your bottle from him, watching as two drops trailed down his chest and towards his abs.
“Sorry, but you left your pretty company back in the water,” you huffed, smiling sarcastically before leaving to get a shower and change back into your shorts before the bonfire.
Sunghoon held on to your wrist before you could escape, pulling you so your back was flesh against his chest, his lips on your ear, brushing it slightly, “you sound jealous, princess,” he teased.
You turned to look at him, lips an inch away from his, your head tilting, “I have no reason to be jealous, Sunghoon,” you quipped.
With that, you walked away, knowing well you were jealous when you had no right to be so.
Sunghoon, on the other hand, was having the time of his life stealing your attention and having you to himself. Your reactions only encouraged him to do more, he wasn’t the one to flirt, however, he loved to get a reaction out of you.
Being together for two days was enough for Sunghoon to realize that his feelings for you never faded, it only grew more after spending more time with you. He couldn’t hide the smile forming on his face as you denied being jealous, it gave him hope that maybe, just maybe, he’d have a chance to win your heart. The fragrance of your body mist lingered around him because of the earlier proximity.
He swore it was his new favourite scent.
His eyes followed you, admiring your beauty from afar before he too went to get a shower and freshen up.
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“So, you and Sunghoon, huh?” Yeonjun asked, sitting down on the sand next to you.
The shower did make you feel better, the cool breeze and the sunset creating a calming atmosphere, the bonfire in front of you only making it cozier.
The question caught you off guard, resulting in an awkward cough from you, “what do you mean?”
“Come on, anyone can notice the sexual tension between you two, or maybe I’m just observant,” he shrugged, “you can’t deny that he’s hot,” he pointed out helpfully.
“I’m not denying anything, but I don’t think anything will happen between us,” you pouted, watching the man walk towards your group, drying his hair with a towel.
A gesture so natural, but he made it seem so enthralling that you couldn’t help but stare.
“So you do think he’s hot,” Yeonjun followed your gaze with a smirk.
He wasn’t going to let this go, and you were sure of that, a groan leaving your mouth as you divert your attention towards him.
“I’ll help you get his attention, although I think you’re doing pretty fine yourself,” he lowered his voice at the last few words as Sunghoon sat down next to you, passing you his charming smile.
“Truth or dare,” Yeonjun asked you, starting to implement his plan, passing you another can of beer.
Sunghoon looked at you with curiosity filled eyes, jaw clenched slightly as he noticed your closeness with Yeonjun.
“Uh—truth?” You asked more than answering.
This also gained the attention of your group, everyone cheering to play a round of truth and dare just like the old times.
“That’s boring,” he scrunched his nose, “how about I dare you to kiss someone in this circle?”
“Yeah, no. I’m not playing,” you took a long sip of your beer, ignoring the series of disappointed noises coming your way.
“Why?” He whined, “I bet anyone would want a kiss from you,” he emphasized on anyone.
Sunghoon bit his lips, eyes never leaving your face as he saw you disagree, a small smile on his face at your rejection. He wondered if Yeonjun wanted the kiss for himself.
“He’s right, you’re beautiful and oh god, I remember the number of proposals you used to get on Valentine’s day,” someone pointed out, giggling.
Seems like everyone was drunk already and the night had just started.
That statement made Hoon go stiff as he remembered his own memory of confessing to you.
“Oh, that reminds me of the time Sunghoon had come to ask you out,” Karina mentioned with a mischievous smile, as if everyone was on a mission to have you and Sunghoon in the spotlight.
The said guy groaned, hiding his face when the topic he so desperately wanted to avoid, came up out of nowhere, secretly hoping that you didn’t find him weird after remembering the same.
“Sunghoon confessed?”
“What? When did this happen?”
“Did you reject him?”
A bunch of questions were thrown your way and you looked at Hoon with a panicked face, him doing the same, gulping.
“It was in high school, and that’s all we’re telling you,” you answered, dismissing the crowd.
“So you can kiss him as your dare,” someone proudly suggested.
He looked bothered and you frowned, “guys, no. Let’s not make him uncomfortable now,” you spoke gently and Yeonjun took the hint to change the conversation really quick, daring someone else to drink five shots in a go.
“Hey. Are you alright?” You kept your hand on his surprisingly warm ones.
“You’re cold,” he frowned, intertwining his fingers with yours and keeping them inside his jacket’s pocket, “I have to keep you warm, remember?” He smiled.
He was nervous, trying his best to divert the topic and you let him, scooting closer to feel his warmth.
“I didn’t know you had a boyfriend back then,” he confessed with reddened cheeks, “I was just so busy with exams and—”
“You don’t have to say anything, Hoon. I understand and I’m sorry for what happened that day,” you tilted your head to look at him, blinking slowly as you finally felt your alcohol kicking in, “you’re pretty,” you whispered.
Hoon was on his fourth can of beer already, his tolerance level not being too high, causing him to get drunk faster.
His heartbeat rose up when you said that to him, and he pulled you closer, “you’re the prettiest,” he whispered, tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear.
Everyone seemed to be in their own worlds, laughing at random things, playing music and dancing, however, your drunk self wanted nothing more than to be with Sunghoon, to kiss him, and it took all of your self control to restrain yourself from doing so.
Sunghoon pulled you closer and on his lap, your face buried in his chest and his arms wrapped around you. He wanted you more than ever and being drunk, he couldn’t help but pull you impossibly closer to him.
Despite everything, you did admit how his presence made you feel warm inside, and it wasn’t solely because of alcohol.
He bummed a song under his breath, you almost slept in his hold, his deep voice giving you butterflies. His embrace made you feel wanted, just like you had wanted him, and you indeed were in your own world, soon being disturbed by others saying it’s time to go back.
Someone made you drink water, and soon, you were in a cab with your best friend next to you, Sunghoon on the other side and Jay riding shotgun.
“Good night,” Yunjin sang out once you reached your hotel, Jay leaving soon after.
“Come with me, I want to sleep with you,” you whined, no control over your mouth anymore, you took Sunghoon’s hand, pulling him into your room.
“Y/n,” he whispered, closing the door behind him.
“Fuck,” he muttered out, seeing you remove your denim shorts, leaving you in your t-shirt as you climbed on your bed.
He followed, discarding his clothes and getting into the bed with you, a blanket covering your bodies. Your back was pressed against his muscular chest, his arm around your waist keeping you in place.
A soft gasp left your mouth as you felt his hot breath on your shoulder, his lips touching your skin, making it burn with warmth, “Hoon,” you softly whined.
“Yes, baby?” He continued placing open mouthed kisses on your skin.
“Kiss me,” you breathed out.
“Would you like that?”
“Yes, so much,” you confirmed.
“I want to kiss you,” he confessed, “but not when we’re drunk. If you ask that of me tomorrow then I’ll do it without question.”
You smiled even though he couldn’t see you, “okay,” you said softly, admiring how beautiful the man was.
You turned around to face him, “good night, Hoon,” your voice came out as a whisper.
“Good night , princess.” You felt his lips on your forehead before you drifted off to dreamland.
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A dull ache in your head disturbed your precious sleep. Your eyes opened with a few blinks, settling down on Sunghoon, who laid next to you with his eyes capturing your each movement. You stiffened for a good second, remembering how hot his lips felt on your body the last night.
“Fuck,” you groaned, hand on your head as the effects of hangover started to kick in.
“Here,” he got up, passing you a bottle of water.
“Hoon,” you started, not sure what to say about last night.
“I’ll go,” he says, “I—I didn’t want to make things awkward between us,” he apologized, getting up quickly, putting his clothes on and leaving before you could say much.
“Ugh,” you groaned, hating how the situation turned into what it shouldn’t have been, you wanted him, drunk and sober, in both states.
But he didn’t know that. You were worried if he didn’t want that, or if his gestures were friendly all this time.
His kisses weren’t friendly last night, your mind reminded you, and you let out a series of curses at that, at how desperately you had wanted him to be close to you, all this in a span of two days.
Sunghoon was breathing hard by the time he locked his room, going straight in the shower. He was frustrated. The hot water droplets paired with his flashbacks from the last night, the way you said his name in a whisper, the way your bikini fit you perfectly, and how you looked at him like you wanted him just as much as he did.
He groaned, hand traveling down his skin to pump his semi hardened cock, gulping as images of you invaded his mind. With his head resting against the tiled wall, his fist moved on his length with speed, with need.
He had never jerked off to the thought of anyone before you came into his life again, it was his first time and he admitted, he didn’t know that just the thought of your body pressed against his would make him this hard.
With a moan escaping his lips, he painted the tiles white with his cum, your name leaving his lips as he stood there, breathing hard and deep in thought.
He had to have you.
Tonight.
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“We’ll go first,” you tell Yunjin, getting ready together for the last night — the club night.
“Sure, but why?” she asked, trying to perfect her already perfect liner.
“I don’t wish to face Sunghoon,” you mumbled, sitting down on the bed to wear your heels.
She stopped her movements, turning to look at you, “I thought you guys hooked up last night, it was going well, wasn’t it?” She asked, confused.
“I don’t know, Yun. He didn’t do anything yesterday because we were drunk, which was very sweet of him, but then he left this morning without talking about it,” you explained.
“So talk tonight, and maybe do more cause you don’t have much time left,” she reminded you, “maybe go with Yeonjun’s plan too, Hoon would definitely reach out to you once he sees you with him. I’ve seen that he doesn’t really like when Jun’s with you, it shows on his face.”
“Really?” You asked with a frown, “making him jealous sounds very high school core to me.”
“So what? It works!” She smiled, “and I’m ready, how do I look?”
“Stunning, gorgeous, perfect,” you answered, “and I think I’ll take up your advice this time.”
She smirked, “let’s go and get you your man,” she said, coming close to you, getting a shade of lipstick out which suits you through and through, knowing well that it’s the perfect opportunity to use it.
Flashy lights, loud music, drinks and dancing bodies everywhere. It was easy to spot Yeonjun on the DJ stage, vibing to the music feely. Life of the party as always.
“Let’s grab some drinks,” Yunjin spoke in your ear, the music being too loud for you to hear much from a distance.
You nodded, following her and smiling when you saw a few people from your batch standing there and drinking.
“My ladies, you look hot,” Beomgyu said, kissing your knuckles and ordering drinks for you both.
Seems like making Hoon jealous won’t be a problem after all, especially when everyone has a flirty nature.
You weren’t going to drink today, you had to be sober and in your right mind, so you settled for orange juice instead, the music making you move on your own.
“My lady!” Yeonjun spoke up, popping out of nowhere, pulling you into a hug before he came closer to whisper, “you look stunning,” his eyes shining as he said so, “but I don’t see lover boy, where’s he?”
“Will be here soon I hope,” you replied.
“Dance with me, he’ll definitely come sooner if he sees you with me,” he smirked as you took his hand, taking up on his offer.
Yeonjun was a good company after all, your eyes widening at his bold moves before he pulled you in with a smirk, “lover boy’s here, and he’s looking at us,” he informed you, your eyes moving behind to look at him.
Sunghoon was agitated, he wanted you all to himself for tonight, and he wasn’t going to shy away today.
“Are you just gonna stand and watch while he takes away your girl?” Jay asked from beside him.
“Not today,” Hoon replied simply, his eyes following your actions, watching as Yeonjun took you to the bar, Gyu on the other side as you laughed about something you were talking about, whispering in each other’s ears.
Sunghoon scoffed, rolling his eyes as he walked towards you, he didn’t wish to be nice all of a sudden.
He stood behind you at the bar, eyes fixated on your face, the shade of lipstick you had on suited you so perfectly that he wanted to ruin it by smashing his lips onto yours.
Instead, he tapped on your shoulder, successfully capturing your attention as you finally looked at him thoroughly — he was clad in skinny jeans, a loose black shirt whose first two buttons were open, his chest slightly on display. A delicate chain on his slender neck, hair parted to the side to match his look and jaw clenched as he looked at you with a desire filled gaze.
“Can I steal you for a moment?” He asked.
“Yeah,” you nodded mindlessly, gulping at how fine he looked.
He didn’t wait for you to follow him, instead, he held on to your wrist and pulled you with him, your eyes widened at his bold move, your feet moving quicker to match his pace as he dragged you out from the back door, to an alleyway which was empty.
“Sunghoon—” you called out his name, but he was quick to push you against the wall.
His eyes looked into yours, they were dark with a feeling you couldn’t quite understand before he leaned in, “remember what you said yesterday?” he asked, nose touching yours.
“What?” your voice came out shaky, his fingers on your arms were enough to make you shiver.
“That you wanted me to kiss you,” he leaned in further, his lips brushing against yours with his statement.
“What about it?” you asked, trying to sound stern.
He scoffed, “I bet you’d love it if Yeonjun would do that.”
“I could be wrong, but I have a feeling that you’re jealous, Hoon,” you replied, a small satisfactory smile on your face when you saw him scowl.
He tilted your head upwards, his fingers holding your chin up so you looked into his eyes, “yes,” he breathed out, “because I want you all to myself,” he confessed.
“Fuck it,” you muttered, breaking your tough girl act and pulling him closer by his collar, your hand on his shoulder as you pressed your lips onto his.
He was quick to react, pushing you against the wall harder while also pulling you closer by your ass, his other hand on your nape. His lips moved against yours in a perfect harmony, you felt your knees getting weaker as his soft lips kissed you with no intention of letting go.
He separated your legs apart with his knees, pushing it in between them, you pushed yourself further till you could feel his thigh in between your legs, applying pressure to your core which had you moaning into his mouth.
“Fuck,” he cussed, separating your lips to place rushed kisses on your neck, your head tilting to give him space as you grinded on his thigh.
“Ah— Hoon,” you whined, causing him to stop his actions, his slender fingers wrapping around your neck as he pulled you closer yet again, speaking against your lips.
“I really thought I was over you after not meeting you for four fucking years,” he almost growled, “but no. I saw you at the party sitting next to me and I realized that I still want you, more than ever,” he whispered, staring deep into your eyes.
“I want you too, Hoon,” your voice came out breathy.
He let out a low laugh at that, “you sure you don’t want Yeonjun?”
He was jealous, he didn’t even deny that and you admit you found this side of him hot.
“His name wasn’t on my tongue when I touched myself yesterday,” you admitted, not missing the look of slight surprise on his face, “it was yours,” you tiptoed to whisper in his ear.
A smirk on your lips as you tried to leave, but Hoon was quick to pull you back, his hand on the back of your head as he pushed you against the wall yet again, and you loved how easily he handled you.
“You’ll be the death of me,” he said, “it makes me want to mark you up.”
“Do it,” you whispered.
He didn’t need to be told twice, his lips on yours, your fingers tugging at his silky roots, sighing in exasperation with the wetness pooling in your underwear, your mind going fuzzy and your insides melting.
He nips at your bottom lip, hand traveling down to cup your breasts, your back arching as you feel a shiver going down your spine.
Your short dress and its sheer fabric does nothing to help you, your skin feels as if it’s on fire with how passionately he kisses you, your hand going under his shirt, touching his abs softly.
He knows it’s not appropriate to do this in public, but he can’t, for the life of him, stop his hands from roaming all over your body, from his fang-like canines to bite your clavicle and his eyes darkening from lust as he sees your body responding to him exactly how he wants to.
“I won’t be able to stop myself anymore,” he grunted, taking your name.
“Take me back to the hotel,” you breathed out, capturing his hand into yours.
He nodded, hoping that his hard on won’t be visible as he drags you in between the sea of dancing bodies, biting his lip before you both get to the parking lot, getting into the car he had rented earlier.
His hand rested on your thigh the whole fifteen minutes of the drive, inching upwards which made you squirm in your seat, low whines leaving your mouth desperately.
“Shh, baby. I’ll have to park the car right here if you keep making such sweet noises,” he warned.
The offer was tempting—tempting enough for you to let out a moan, to which he did what he had to. He swiftly took a turn, parking the car at the empty lane, switching the engine off before he unbuckled his seatbelt.
He turned your way, lips on yours as he unbuckled your belt too, a gasp leaving your lips as he effortlessly pulled you to his lap.
“You’re so fucking pretty.” His thumb traced your lips, which you parted to suck on two of his digits. You could feel his hardened length just under your clothed cunt, you moved your hips slightly, just to get a reaction out of him.
“I want you,” you begged, unbuckling his belt as he watched your every move.
“I can’t believe I get to have you now,” he says.
“What do you mean?” You stop to look at him.
He puts his arm around your waist, picking you up slightly to get rid of his pants and boxers, “you’re the only person I’ve ever wanted,” he says, eyes on your dress strap which slid down your shoulder, “tell me what you want, baby.”
“You. All of you,” you answered in a beat, “I can’t wait anymore, I can’t stop thinking about you,” you said.
“You don’t have to,” he whispered, kissing a sensitive spot below your ear, his fingers pulling your panties to the side, pressing them to your wetness.
You held onto his shoulders as he rubbed your wetness, his cock poking at your entrance alongside, “such pretty moans,” he smirked, feeling you being a mess in his arms.
Your words came out in fragments, legs shaking as he pushed his fingers inside you, your back arching. His lips were busy placing kisses all over your tits, pushing your dress down to reveal all of you.
Sunghoon was a patient person, but not when it came to you, one he felt like you were prepped enough, he swiftly pulled you up, pressing his lips upon yours as he pushed you down on his cock, your walls clenching around his length, the stretch too pleasurable for it to pain.
You both muttered a string of curses before you started shifting your hips, his hands on your waist guiding you up and down, eyes closing but he was quick to grab your chin, “look at me when I fuck you,” he said, bucking his hips up to meet yours.
He loved how you looked, hair messy, lips swollen and eyes slightly teary as you tried to form coherent sentences but failed.
“Can you feel what you’re doing to me?” He asked, taking your hand and pressing it to your lower abdomen where you could feel his cock sliding in and out effortlessly, given how wet you were.
“I—I’m close,” you moaned, your nails digging into his shoulder.
“Let go, baby,” he said, groaning as he felt your juices coating his dick, your moans louder than before, eyes closed and his name on your lips.
He grunted, rubbing your clit as he slid out of your pussy, stroking his cock until he spilled his cum all over your inner thigh.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he breathed out.
And he didn’t lie, his movements were more frantic than ever as he drove back to the hotel with record speed, making sure to stay and help you look presentable, the small touches of him all over your face made you feel an feeling which you couldn’t quite name, it was indescribable, but you knew it gave you butterflies.
And you wondered how this guy who fucked you so roughly not even ten minutes back could also be this sweet and caring.
You giggled as you ran into the elevator, a smile gracing his own face at your giddy mood, “I don’t want this night to end,” he confessed.
“It won’t end just yet,” you said, taking out your room card and opening the door, which he closed equally soon as he pushed you against the wood.
“Let me taste you,” he requested.
You smiled, unzipping your dress and moving towards your bed while facing Sunghoon, letting the dress fall along with your underwear, uncovering your bare body to him.
He unbuttoned his shirt, discarding all his garments. You could finally see him in light, his eyes hooded, body sculpted by the gods themselves, the v-line and his big cock making you gulp as you remembered how good he felt inside you.
“Get on the bed,” he ordered you, to which you obliged.
“Spread your pretty legs and let me see you, baby,” he spoke, getting in between your legs, his chain dangling down.
The nickname made you shiver, Park Sunghoon made you feel weak, in all good ways, the way he kissed your thighs, inching closer to your inner thighs, so close to your core which was still wet, all of this made you breathless.
A pathetic whine of Sunghoon’s name slipped past your lips the exact second he licked your pussy, his big hands keeping your legs open, “eyes on me,” he spoke against your wetness, humming at the taste.
He wastes no time in immersing his tongue into your pussy, licking and sucking as you panted, thighs shaking.
You feel ecstatic as his thumb probes at your narrow depths, stimulating your clit while he pushes his tongue in, “want you so much,” he spoke against you.
“Hoon! Please, can’t wait anymore,” you said, pussy swollen and you needed his cock inside you.
“So needy, and for me?” He asked cockily.
“Y—yes! Please,” you begged.
“How can I say no when you ask so nicely?” He comes up, kissing you, making you taste yourself on his tongue.
His chain dangled around your collarbone, his intense gaze focused on your expressions as he pumped his cock a few times, his tip on your entrance.
He pushed himself in with a swift movement, bottoming out. He asked if you felt fine, giving you time to adjust, he moved in and out of you swiftly, body pressed against your warm one, his each thrust getting deeper with the roll of his hips.
You could swear you had never felt this way before, he hit your g-spot so precisely, and the feeling of him being inside you, all raw and thick, made you mewl with pleasure.
“You look so pretty,” he groaned, licking your neck where he had just marked you, “falling apart on my cock like that.”
Your toes curled each time he opened his mouth to whisper something filthy into your ear, making your head spin in a good way.
He couldn’t take his eyes off of you, your fucked out face, swollen lips and the innocent eyes begging him to go faster made it harder for him to hold back. He, in fact, didn't wish to hold back anymore.
He thrusted in harder, squeezing your tit as you cried out his name, your walls clenching around him, making his length twitch.
“Cum in me!” You moaned out.
“Y/N, are you sure?” He asked, cupping your face.
He had never done that before, neither had you, however, you wanted nothing more than to experience it for the first time and you wanted it with each other.
You nodded, “yes,” before he pushed his cock harder, as you rutted your hips absentmindedly to ride out your high.
The room smelled like sex, the mist clouding it as your sounds resonated the walls, you didn’t even try to conceal your bodies anymore.
“Oh, fuck!” He grunted.
Your orgasm ripped through you as you pulled his nape closer for his lips to be on yours, his own climax rushing as you felt the warming sensation of Sunghoon’s cum filling your cunt up to the brim.
You both stilled, taking deep breaths and coming down from your state of euphoria, gulping as you saw him looking right at you.
“C’mere,” he said softly, getting up and watching his cum dripping down on your sheets.
He helped you get up, taking you to the washroom to get freshened up, his cheeks red as he saw you come out in nothing but the shirt he was wearing earlier.
You smiled at him softly and waited for him to come out after washing up.
“Hey,” he said, getting into the covers with you.
“Hey,” you turned towards him, still feeling giddy.
“I can’t believe you’re real,” he said, touching your cheeks softly.
“Why would you say that?” You asked, keeping your hand on his.
“Before tonight, I had only ever dreamed of being this close to you, I never thought I’d even get to kiss you,” he spoke.
“Hoon, I’ve been thinking about you since we met again,” you told him, brushing his hair with your fingers softly.
That made him smile, “can I ask you something?”
You hummed, “yes?”
“Can we, y’know—” he fumbled with his words, making you laugh.
“Shh, we’ll talk tomorrow, yeah? Hold me to sleep,” you said, putting your arm around him.
His heart melted at the sight, and what made him happier was the fact that you didn’t just want him for sex, your smile expressed it all.
“Good night, baby,” he kissed you, just like last night. However, he kissed your lips tonight, making you giggle softly as you held onto him tighter.
He stared at you, not being able to hide his smile and wondering how he could ask you out again, especially when it would be easy for him to meet you since you both lived in Seoul.
The trip was officially over, and you could proudly admit that you loved every second of it.
Both Jay and Yunjin screamed in shock when Sunghoon kissed you at the airport before leaving for their own apartments, your flight being the same in which he couldn’t help but keep his eyes fixed on your seat.
A text popped up on your notification panel as soon as you reached your place.
Hoon <3:
hey
i was wondering if you’d like to go out with me sometime?
You:
as friends?
Hoon <3:
nooo, as something more :(
You:
what if i say yes :3
Hoon <3:
that’ll make me very very happy :D
You:
text me the date and time ;)
You smiled, loving how things had changed from the first time he asked you that question.
It was indeed a reunion that you could never forget.
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THANK YOU FOR READING <3
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hutaoswh0re · 3 days
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beel, the munch
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warnings: pussy eating, monster fucking (?), really long tongue, semi public sex, slight voyeurism, overstimulation
lmk if i missed smth
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your boyfriend, beelzebub, is a munch.
and you love it
"fuck, fuck, fuck!" you screamed.
you really shouldnt be as loud as you are considering youre doing your... immoral... acts in the kitchen. and even though none of beels brothers are home it still feels wrong.
but you cant help it, your boyfriends just so good with his mouth.
beel suckles in all the right places. he thrusts his abnormally long tongue into you perfectly, filling you up so nicely, the bulge in your stomach as proof. and the way he holds your legs open, his nails digging into your thighs, feels heavenly on your skin.
beel makes you feel so good you dont care that youre overstimulated, you just want more.
beel though, beel appears as though he couldnt care less that his brothers could come home any time and catch you, he is too pussydrunk to care. beelzebub loves the way you taste, and considering his sin, he will not stop until his gluttony is satisfied.
howd this all start? ill tell you.
beel was hanging out with asmo, who had the brilliant idea to do some car karaoke. asmo shuffled his playlist and the song that came on was ice spices munch.
asmo immediately looked to beel like he just had a genius realization, and in a way he did. asmo spoke, "beel, your definetely a munch!" and with that he laughed the rest of the car ride.
beel, being beel, had no clue what asmo was talking about, so he came to you. beel found you in the kitchen making dinner. when he asked you laughed and explained it to him. he laughed with you and once you were both done you made a little remark that did you in.
"i dont really think youre a munch, beel."
with that you started laughing again, but beel took that personally.
what? you think he cant make you feel good enough with just his mouth?
and thats where we are now, you on the counter thighs clamped down on beels head. beels shifted into his demon form to add extra length to his tongue, relishing in your taste. your hands gripping onto his horns for any shred of stability, meanwhile beel licks and spits on your puffy, overstimulated clit.
but little did the both of you know asmodeus is on the other side of the wall enjoying the scene that he caused <3.
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i was busy last month sry. but heres the munch fic i promised. might be bad bc this is my first fic back. this is wayy shorter than i thot oops. lilia vanrouge fic coming soon 👁️👁️
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tinfairies · 3 days
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how would jace/daemon/aemond and aegon react to having a total maneater reader, constantly teasing them and then acting disinterested?
Jace is riled up easily. He's so hot and bothered and he hates that his lover just leaves him to deal with it himself. He will try and chase them a bit, trying to be assertive and demand they finish the job. But soon Jace will be on his knees begging for them to just touch his cock.
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Daemon likes this game. They will get the same treatment back. As stubborn as he is, impatience will soon overpower that. Daemon will eventually get what he wants, he always does. His lover better be prepared for the hell he's about to put them through. Their cunt is about to ache and drip with his cum.
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Aemond is a patient man. He will wait for them to get tired of their game, to come crawling to him begging to be fucked. He might give them what they want, or not. It depends on how much they grovel and beg for his cock. They're not gonna get fucked, but they definitely will have their mouth around his cock.
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Aegon hates it. He will try and fuck them then and there. They can't just tease him and then act like it never happened. If they keep denying him he will beg, he will drop to his knees and ask to be fucked. If they don't seem to want him to fuck them, then he will begrudgingly fuck his fist.
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evelzzzk · 2 days
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Ladies, I present you... his lips.
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Imagine Aemond brushing your cheeks and chin slightly with his soft swollen lips right before he kisses you, slowly, passionately, his tongue fighting your own over dominance. When he finally breaks the kiss to catch a breath, you whine at a sudden loss of his touch and he only smirks cunningly seeing your visible discontent. His puffy mouth finds its way down to your neck, nibbling and biting every scrap of your sensitive skin, making deep, purple-red marks and bruises to make sure everyone knows that you’re only his to claim. You moan quietly and you tilt your head back to give him better access as he keeps on sucking and nipping you from the crook of your neck to collarbones. He grows seemingly impatient as his hands sneak underneath your nightdress, kneading your breasts like a piece of dough and pinching your hardened nipples, twisting them between his fingers. After a moment he ultimately rips the chemise off with a one, swift move of his hand and you’re quite impressed with his strength and how easily he could break you if he wanted to. You stand before entirely naked, your dainty figure trembles when a gust of cold wind hits your skin and your tits bouncing lightly in the rhythm of your heavy breathing. His only eye is devouring you, trying to memorize every curve of your magnificent body, his lascivious smile is literally steaming from the raw desire. He pins you to the wall behind you with his whole weight, grabbing your one thigh and pulling it up to his narrow waits and holds it firmly, you could feel growing bulge in his pants, rubbing against your core, already filling with slick. You start to rock your hips back and forth his taut crotch to gain some more friction but he stops you by pressing his other arm to your stomach and you whimper with disappointment.
And your Prince continues teasing you as he gets to your shapely boobs, his dexterous lips sucking and kissing their fragile flesh and he completely loses himself while he engulfs the soft mold. Breathy moans keep on escaping your parted mouth when he carries on coddling you with his damn tender lips and you involuntarily run your fingers through his silky silver-blonde hair, not wanting him to stop. But for Aemond it wasn’t enough as he still was grappling with an insatiable need to taste you, to drink all of your juices until you run dry and weaken, being fully sated beneath him. Without further ado, he starts slowly to make his path down your belly with his hot tongue and mouth, not leaving an inch of your body untouched or uncaressed, marking it with wet traces of his saliva. At last he reaches your pubes, filling his nostrils with the scent of your heated femininity, there was such bliss written on his face, as if he were a hungry wolf that has just scented his bleeding out prey by its bloody tracks. You are so desperate for him to start fucking you with his tongue already that you push forward your pelvis against his face, so his warm breath brushes all over your soaked folds and clit, merely spurring them. But he only smirks, being amused by your fussiness as he doesn’t give in to your pressure, not a bit. ‘So needy, huh?’, he asks mockingly when one of his fingers strokes your pubic crease, just above your exposed clit and he does it so gently that it’s almost irritating. You’re mewling with want. ‘Worry not, ñuha gevie riñītsos (my pretty little girl). I will give you what you desire and much more. And I won’t stop even if you beg me to.’ As if nothing had happened, he puts your one leg on his portly shoulder so that your pussy is at the perfect angle within his tongue reach. While his one hand holds your ass firmly to give you more support, his other one grasps your waist to prevent your shaking form from falling down.
For a moment he watches a trickle of your juices dripping down your inner thigh, almost hypnotized by the sight, but then he starts licking every single drop from your knee bend to the groin, wet feeling of his tongue makes you go soft as your stretched legs are getting wobbly. You see that he is no longer able to control himself, the taste of your liquids makes him go feral and in a split second his tongue springs out, lapping on your drenched folds, slowly at first, making small circles over your slit. Your ringing shriek fills the room and you start to tremble so hard that you have to clutch the nearest curtain to regain your balance. Your hips start to rock rhythmically, urging him to set a faster pace but he stops you, grasping your thigh painfully, nearly leaving bruises on it to warn you to do not hustle him further more.
When you cooled yourself down and finally obeyed his silent command, he resumed his movements, drinking all your juices like a starved man having a feast at last, with nothing more on the menu than your sweet nectar. His long nose rubs your clit as his tongue keeps on lapping on your soaked cunt, sucking it in and biting it gingerly, sending shivers through your spine, while you’re moaning like a common whore. Your screams and groans are like music to his ears and he is ready to do everything to coax more and more of them from you as all that he desires is to give you the greatest pleasure that he can provide you and he wants to know that you are wholly satisfied and sated. He’s whispering dirty words in High Valyrian as if that would make them more sophisticated. He talks so sweetly and praises you, how good and obedient girl you are, how he loves when you moan for him and that very sound makes him so hard that it hurts, how he could eat nothing more but you for the rest of his life and he would die to taste you even once more. How beautiful your pussy is when it’s so wet and ready for him, that he could fall asleep with his face between your folds or with his enormous cock buried deep down inside you. His words alone could make you come right now, at this moment, but you look down to see his face pressed between your legs, guzzling all your slick, his chin glistening with limpid fluid and he licks it off greedily, wanting for more.
At last his tongue finds its way through your hole, slipping in and out, fucking you with his mouth at delicious pace, enough to stimulate all the right spots inside your walls as his serpentine muscle torments your core relentlessly. You couldn’t help but to spur your hips moves and this time he doesn’t deter you, allowing you to gain desirable friction, at whatever angle or position you wish. His finger joins his caresses as it seizes your clit on view, making small circles with just fingertip and that alone drives you insane and you squeal wildly as he torments your poor bud of nerves. He doesn’t stop his tongue movements as it continues to push in and out of your dripping pussy at a frantic pace, he adds the other finger to penetrate you deeper, more severely and you were ready to cum just at the very sensation of it, feeling you walls starting to clench around his digit. When he notices that he purrs delightfully, being ready and willing to drive you into your first climax. Aemond carries on overstimulating your overwrought clit, slightly biting and nibbling it, just enough to fillip your already sharpened senses. After a short moment, he slips second finger through your needy cunt, pumping into you in a killer rhythm, stretching your walls to the limit, pounding and squashing them violently. And it was already too much for you, you felt that you were about to reach your peak as you couldn't stop clutching around his fingers, your pussy sucked them in so tightly that he barely could move them. ‘Aemond, I-I’m going to cum... Oh Gods...!’, you whimper as you feel your entire body shaking, chills running through your every nerve. ‘Come, ñuha gevie (my beautiful). Don’t hold yourself back’, he coos, not interrupting neither his tongue nor fingers moves, driving you through your orgasm.
And you come so hard that it washes you over like a flood, all your limbs are numb, you’re quivering so much that you think you’re going to pass out and slump down that wall within a second but your Prince holds you strongly, not letting you fall. You weren’t aware of it until you looked at his face, but you squirted, spurts of your liquids dripping down his cheeks and chin, even running down his muscular torso. You blush like a ripe beet, being abashed of yourself and your own pleasure. But he only smiles heartily at your embarrassment, showering your face with tender kisses and gently wiping off your juices and tasting them with a deep hum to assure you that there is nothing to be ashamed of and he’s proud of you and of himself of course - after all, it was he who managed to make you so happy. He caresses your face softly with one hand, praising you how well you did for him and he wants to make you cum again, while his other hand is still inside your spent pussy. You look at him scared, being afraid that you might not handle another climax as you are literally whacked after this one, your head is still dizzy as if you’ve just guzzled a whole bottle of wine. ‘Aemond, p-please... I-I can’t take more... I can’t do it, please...!’, you chirp, feeling as his fingers start to ravage your poor cunt again and he merely chuckles mischievously, hearing your whining, only to increase the number of his fingers inside you to three. You scream tearfully as he tears your walls apart, stretching them to the impossibility. ‘Of course you can and you will, little dove. Sing for me once more, ñuha hontes (my bird).’ And you sing, filling his waiting ears with your intoxicating moans, getting louder and louder every time he thrusts his fingers into you at an unimaginable pace or licks all the juices off of you until you're completely dry. You knew full well he wouldn't rest until he'd tricked you into orgasm after orgasm, and there would be nothing left from you but a complete mess, squealing underneath him. And you didn't mind that, you've always loved his sweet tortures.
I'm back!!! I'm back from the tumblr jail, and it turned out that it was some mean glitch. I'm so happy and decided to celebrate this by posting this one-shot. In a few days I should post 6th chapter of my series, meanwhile here's the Masterlist if you want to catch up with my work -> Dragons eat Seahorses series
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btw sorry for any mistakes, I've wrote that one quickly on my phone and english isn't my native language. And yeah, the pic of his puffy lips alone inspired me to write this short drabble. This man's got a total hold on me and it's about time to confess it, lol. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this one! xx
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After Class Antics
Xavier Thorpe x Reader
SMUT (18+) ((oral, hair pulling, fingering, mattress rutting))
Word Count: 1,000
Xavier invites you to his dorm under the guise of studying, only to insist on something else when the time comes.
“Sarracenia purpurea, also known as the purple pitcher plant, northern pitcher plant, turtle socks, or side-saddle flower, is a carnivorous plant in the family Sarraceniaceae.” You answer Ms. Thornhill’s question regarding the plant she currently held. She praises you for your quick and accurate answer and then begins explaining the origins of the species. You hear a scoff sound out from your left. Bianca and Yoko snicker something amongst themselves. Quietly sighing, you ignore them and continue taking your notes. Xavier glares at the two girls sat in front of him and rolls his eyes.
Ever since he and Bianca broke up, she’d been trying to get under his skin intentionally. She did this by acting out whenever he was around, it wasn’t targeted at you but it still seemed to piss him off a little bit more if it was.
“Xavier, do you want to come to my dorm after class and study?” Bianca turns to ask during the discussion time. He doesn’t spare a glance her way, and gives her a less than desired answer.
“Not a chance.” He continues sketching the sarracenia purpurea in his notes. She hums and turns back to Yoko.
After class you collect your books and stride out of the classroom. Xavier rushes to catch up. Bianca and Yoko share a look.
“Hey (Y/N)!” He huffs. You turn to face him. “Do you want to come to my dorm and study? You really know your botany and I could use the extra help.” He sheepishly admits. You offer a soft smile and agree.
“Of course! Let me go get my other botany things and I’ll be right over.” You watch as he quickly nods his head, his longer hair tossing a bit with the wind.
You gently knock on his door and squeal as he hastily pulls you in.
“Calm down, I’m here.” You chuckle. He’s quick to embrace you, pulling you in for a long kiss. You lightly push him back until his legs hit the bed, making him sit while you take over on his lap. You unbutton his pants and pull his cock out, aiming to let him relax a little. He excitedly leans up into your lips before pulling away.
“Let me taste you, please baby.” He exhales heavily, looking at you with adoration in his eyes. You weren’t going to complain if he’d rather please you at the moment.
“Go ahead.” You approve, waiting to be handled by him.
He lays you down on his bed, bringing your knees up as he leans over you to kiss you once more. His hands deftly make work of your pants and loosen them, giving him the ability to slide them off with ease. You lift your hips to help him out and melt at the thankful smile he sends your way before beginning to kiss your inner thighs. His hands keep your knees apart in the mean time.
“Been thinking about this all day.” He murmurs, gently blowing onto your cunt, watching it react as you gasp. He smirks at the reaction and dives in, eager to please you.
Your thighs immediately close around his head, feeling his tongue work through your cunt in dedicated moves. You try not to buck up into his face, but you can’t help it. He flattens his tongue against your clit and then swirls around it before he moves back down to your hole. He teases it, edging you a bit before he feels the one thing he truly wants at the moment. You slide a hand down to his head, gently scratching his scalp from his hairline back, until your fingers thread into the strands. You grip his brown hair tightly, making him moan promptly before easing his tongue into you and pulling it back out- only for him to dart it back in and out quickly.
He gets louder the harder your tug on his hair, groaning loudly against your wet cunt. After a few more pulls, he’s painfully hard, cock heavily brushing against the bed, precum just barely staining the sheets. He can’t contain himself anymore, your hand feels too good buried in his hair. He starts out with small thrusts, dragging his cock up and down the sheets on the mattress. They get hastier the deeper and faster he fucks you with his tongue. You gasp, feeling his tongue disappear, only to be replaced with two of his slender digits quickly thrusting in and out of your pussy. He takes the time to focus sucking on your clit, toying the bud with his teeth and tongue. You squeeze around his fingers and hold his head down, letting out breathy moans as you rut into his face. He rocks the bed more vigorously, trying to catch up to your pleasure.
“I’m so close Xavi, please let me cum.” You whine, he shakes his head, prolonging your release as he stills his fingers, scissoring them inside of your cunt. You grip his hair harder, seemingly jumpstarting him once more. Now, he obeys your pleads and works you closer to cumming again. He groans into your pussy as his cock thrusts against the mattress, hard. You moan loudly and cum around his digits. He quickly removes them to get a taste of you.
When he does, he’s done for, absent minded as he moves his hips faster until they still, his cock spurting ropes of his cum onto the sheets.
He finishes cleaning you up before rolling over on the bed, breathing heavily.
“Fuck that was so good.” He sighs, running a hand through his hair, remembering when you did the same. You roll onto your left side, facing him. He gazes up to meet your eyes and pulls you into another sweet embrace. You chuckle lightly and run your own hands through his hair, knowing he thoroughly enjoyed the action. He hums in approval and squeezes you lightly, mumbling a small “I love you.”
“I love you too.” You assure.
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— 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲ʾ ⋆
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Xavier Thorpe x Fem!Reader
Summary: This friends with benefits thing does not work, it was not what he had meant for it to become.
Warnings: Smut. Not unprotected sex, I just didn't write it (wrap it before you tap it kids). Maybe like 16+
Word Count: 3.2k
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Xavier got broken out of his mind by someone smacking his leg lightly. He saw who it was as he looked down from the ladder he was standing on, brush still in hand and airpods still in place with music playing. y/n was just walking past with Ajax by her side and smiled up at him while passing. He did the same before returning to the mural he was working on as his two friends walked out to sit in the courtyard, where all of the other students were.
At first, he did not think all that much about the interaction, once again completely focusing on his work while the song changed to another by the same artist. His mind was empty for a minute or so before something popped inside it. Wait a minute.
Had they been having their arms linked?
Turning away from the mural, his gaze was drawn to the courtyard, which was teeming with students, the majority of whom belonged to one of the five major cliques. Ajax sat with Y/N, slightly away from where he usually sat. The boy sat on top of one of the benches, talking to the girl as she sat where they were supposed to sit. But they were close—so close, closer than he had ever seen Ajax and y/n ever be.
His brow furrowed as he looked at the two. But it seemed as though Ajax had said something funny because y/n were laughing. The way she did it was the same as whenever they were alone, when he would surprisingly put his lips on hers and she'd be surprised. She would laugh lightly before reconnecting their lips, knowing what he wanted.
Or how she acted when she would pull away after a while, as if she was going to abandon him. She would act as if she was no longer into the kiss or something, but as soon as he would kiss her back, a laugh would escape from her before their lips connected again.
Had he missed that she would laugh like that when she was with other people, or was this the first time?
It felt as if just a crack, one singular crack, had appeared in his heart at seeing the interaction. Watching how y/n faked a pout at Ajax before chuckling, much like she did with him those nights when she would have to leave.
"Can't you just stay a little while longer?" He turned his head towards her, as she had just gotten dressed.
"Trust me, I would, your bed is much more comfortable than mine, but Mrs. Thornhill is going to flip on me." y/n stood, picking up her zip-up.
"Oh, come on, it's not like you haven't been able to sneak past her before."
"Yeah, until she caught me a few days ago and said I would get extra homework if it happened again." She looked down at him, picking up the phone that laid on the bed beside him. Curfew was in a few minutes.
"You'll be back in time in just a few minutes." He had been able to grab hold of her wrist. Pulling her towards the bed, his eyes begged for her to stay a few more minutes.
"Aw, you want me to stay?" y/n faked a pout at him before chuckling, causing Xavier to roll his eyes at her and let go of her wrist.
"So you're just going to leave me here?" His tone was playful.
"Yes." y/n grabbed her shoes while walking towards the door. "And I'm going to do homework because, thanks to you, my original plans were ruined."
"Stop acting like you don't enjoy it."
It was all just so stupid. They were this thing—what most would call friends with benefits—only because he chickened out at the last minute. All because once he had taken the shot and kissed her, she had been confused and asked him what that was for. And now here they were, in this thing where they were still just friends.
All because his heart got caught in his throat as he was about to ask the question aloud, and it came out as a question asking if they could have this thing instead. They were friends, but they kissed; they had sex because they knew each other and knew they could get the pleasure they desired. Only that, at least, Xavier wanted more.
For him, it was not just the kisses, makeouts, or sex that he wanted from her. But he was also content to have that with her if it didn't lead anywhere else. He wanted more. Though the kisses, makeouts, and sex were good, there were other parts of it that he wanted more often.
He wanted to be able to just have her rest there beside him, sound asleep and content where she was. All while he could run his fingers along her spine, laying next to her and watching as, even through sleep, her lips would pull into a smile at the contact. It had only happened a few times in the previous months, and he had enjoyed it each time.
He wanted to be able to press kisses to her forehead, nose, cheek, crown of her head, or even just her lips outside of any of their dorms. He wanted to be able to show the world what they had and how happy he was. Xavier didn't want that to stay behind closed doors. He also wanted her to know that every kiss, every compliment, and every time he looked at her was real. It wasn't just a spur of the moment decision or him needing something.
He thought he knew love when he was with Bianca for a while, but it turned out he really never knew how love felt. He'd never felt his heart flutter so much just by being close to someone.
He just wanted it to be different.
With the way she was laughing with Ajax, their conversation going back and forth as he watched made his jaw tighten, turning away from the sight with his lips pressed together tightly. Trying to go back to his mural and telling himself that y/n and Ajax were just friends.
But no matter how much he tried to tell himself otherwise, it seemed as if there was no way to convince his brain that was not the case. Jealousy was bubbling inside of him.
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It has not been hard to know that there is something wrong with Xavier. The whole time that y/n had Bern in his dorm, he was quiet. Even though he had schoolwork, he would try to strike up a conversation with her most of the time. But today he had not said anything; really, all he said was "hello" when she came and knocked on his door, making sure no one would see her enter so that they could study.
Their agreement, when it came to things, had been simple. They could come to one another when one needed some release, but of course the other had to be there with it too, and things were not to get awkward between them, which had worked great as they still hung out as normal, and it was at least twice a week that one or the other would need something more.
They never felt awkward when they were together, happy that they still remained close no matter what they were doing. Well, it had worked up until now, apparently.
y/n had just finished writing on an essay, letting out a sigh, and laying her head down on Xavier's bed, then pushing herself to sit up after lying on her stomach for so long. Still, no word had come from Xaviers' mouth as he just sat by the head of his bed, being long done with homework, he had started sketching out of boredom.
She turned around, gathering up her books and computer to put them on the floor before moving to sit beside him at the head of his bed. He glanced at her before turning his eyes back to the sketch, not acknowledging her.
"Is something wrong?" She moved her head to look up at him from the sketch while asking and waiting for an answer.
"No." Xavier shrugged his shoulders at her, unconsciously becoming more hard on the hand as he drew away.
"There's got to be something wrong, you haven't said a single thing for the last hour." y/n pointed this out to him, which made him stop and shake his head.
"It's nothing."
For a moment, she contemplated just stopping asking him what was wrong, seeing as he refused to give her an answer and clearly was in a bad mood. But as she thought a bit more, just laying there beside him and looking up at his face, she could see the slightest bit of hurt in his eyes. This caused y/n to furrow her brows at the green-eyed boy.
"Stop lying. Have I done something?" Her question made him drop his pen, shaking his head, just wanting her to drop it all.
"Why does it matter so much?" Finally he looked down at her, but almost as soon as his eyes met her, he averted them. Why didn't he just ask that question once and everything would be fine?
"Because you're clearly ignoring me, and it makes me worry."
Finally, the last bit of water was filled in the cup as it suddenly flowed over the edge. He slammed his sketchbook shut, hard. It made y/n jump slightly where she lay on his bed. Standing up, he turned. "Maybe you should worry about your fucking boyfriend instead."
She sat up because of the words. Her eyes widening just slightly, her mouth agape, she stared at him. Trying to get out any words, but instead they all just died on her tongue and made her sit there, staring at him for a while while he stared back before scoffing and running a hand through his hair.
"What?" Her eyes were no longer wide, but her brows were furrowed in confusion at him, and it was the only thing she could say.
"You know, that boyfriend of yours you forgot to tell me about that you spent lunch with?" His voice was sarcastic, but inside he felt his stomach turn with jealousy.
It took a good moment to understand. Boyfriend? y/n didn't have a boyfriend. Was he stupid? Had she not made her feelings clear lately? Had those quick kisses on the cheek or forehead before she would leave after sex not been enough? Did he truly think she was only in this for the sex and makeouts? How stupid could a person be?
"Ajax." It was not a question but a try on her part to see how he would react to her saying his name. That had to be who he meant; Ajax and her had spent the entire lunch hour together.
She did get a reaction. He rolled his eyes, looking off to the side while letting out an exasperated sigh. This caused y/n to stand up, eyes wide, just like before, looking at him in disbelief. How in the holy hell did he ever get that idea into his head?
"You think I'm with Ajax?" She slowly started to walk around his bed to the side he was on, studying him for any reaction that would come. Again, all she got was an exasperated sigh.
"Were you planning on just not telling me and keeping leading me on or what?" That last part made Xavier bite his tongue, realising he had just exposed himself by dropping his flailing arm to his side.
"You... you think I'm sleeping with Ajax and that I would just not tell you I was?" She had moved even closer, now standing just about six feet from him.
Xavier did not give her an answer, sitting down on the edge of his bed and only staring at her. He had a hard time looking into her eyes, which hurt, like, actually hurt, that he couldn't even do that.
"You really think I would do that?" Instead of being irritated, her voice was soft. Xavier appeared to have had a realisation because he looked off to the side, slightly embarrassed, and shrugged.
"I was helping him with how to ask Enid out." Finally, the blonde-brunette boy picked his head up, brows knitted together. "Ajax has a crush on Enid, and she likes him too. He wanted help with how to approach her and just stuff like that."
"Oh," He breathed.
"Oh," y/n repeated, moving a little closer again. "Do you think I only agreed to this because it meant I would get sex?"
She motioned between the two of them when saying this; neither of them liked to call it "friends with benefits," as they had both, this whole time, had feelings for one another. Because they both wanted it to be more than it actually was.
There was no answer, so she stepped a bit closer, now standing right in front of where he sat on the bed. It had become such an instinct for Xavier to put his hands on her hips when she stood in front of him like that that he did not think for a moment before doing so. But he still did not look at her, which made her sigh a little.
Leaning in, she connected their lips as she had so many times before, only that this time it meant something much more. It took him by surprise, but he gradually melted into it, his arms looping around her waist and pulling her in closer. Xavier could feel her smile against his lips and her arms around his neck, as he had so many times before.
"Do you really think I would agree to this if I didn't love you?" y/n pulled away for just a second; seeing his eyes lit up made a smile pull at her lips.
"How would I know?" His question came out more as a little joke, with his brows raised in a joking manner.
"Shut up,"
With that, she leaned in, attaching her lips to his jaw. The boy hummed in contentment, leaning his head to the side, and closing his eyes as he felt the familiar sensation. This time, unlike the many times over the past two—maybe three—months, it felt different. It felt more intimate now that he knew she did not have her eyes on anyone else and that she wanted more than what they had.
Slowly pulling away from him, y/n stood back up, his arms still around her waist. In his eyes, she could see that look that he had when he first kissed her. The night when it had happened, instead of confessing, he asked for the whole "friends with benefits" thing.
Their lips met, and without warning Xavier leaned back, pulling y/n with him as he fell back onto the bed. His hands moved from her hips up underneath the shirt she was wearing, feeling her soft skin and running his hands up and down her sides, then slowly moving his hands up and letting them rest right beneath where her bra started. Just keeping a gentle hold of her there.
Pulling away once more, y/n sat up a little, straddling his hips, and her hands lifted the end of his shirt. Xaviers' lips were drawn into a soft smile, his eyes roaming her body shamelessly. "What?"
"I'm just.. taking my time." She explained as he sat up, helping her take his shirt off.
y/n found it difficult not to be flustered once his t-shirt was removed, as she leaned against his bare shoulder, arms around Xaviers neck. Taking this as his chance, Xavier attached his lips to her neck.
Hums, whimpers, and other means of pleasure came from both of them as they switched who was doing what, slowly ending up fully on the bed. Going from him being on top to her being on top, neither of them were in a hurry for anything. Wanting to take their time. Then her shirt went off, and Xavier took his sweet time watching her body, more than he ever had before. It was almost as if he was trying to remember every detail of her—something he had previously considered unacceptable.
It was her turn to be on top now. Her hands tangled in his hair as she deepened their kiss, her legs straddling his lap as his hands affectionately ran up and down her sides. It was now one of his favourites.
It seemed she did not notice it, but slowly she began moving her hips around, trying to get comfortable. Xavier slowly separated his lips from hers, leaning back and groaning at the sensation her movement gave him.
"Stop," He breathed, holding her hips still.
"Something wrong?" Her brows furrowed, scared she'd done something wrong, even if they had done this a multitude of times over the past months.
"No, no. Just... uh, fuck."
Finally, he was done taking his time. He needed her now. He needed to finally get to doing this with her, knowing she was totally into him too. Taking her by surprise as he moved forward, she fell down on the mattress with him above her.
It all then happened so fast—both beings were stripped of their clothes while just staring at one another. This really was different than all the other times they had sex. Truly, this was so much more intimate now that they knew how each other felt.
"You okay?" Xavier asked before doing anything, and her half-lidded eyes and nod told him all he needed.
Her hands reached up to grab his shoulders, the desperate feeling in her stomach finally satisfied as Xavier gave her the pleasure she craved. For a moment, they just stopped to take in the feeling.
Then, with each movement, either one or both of them let out a light moan of pleasure, a groan, or a slightly shaky breath. Their requirements are being met. She drew him closer, clutching him with each of his moments as she revelled in the pleasure he could give her. He knew exactly what pace to maintain; she didn't need to tell him how she wanted it because he had learned and focused on both of them.
The knot in her stomach gradually untied, and her grip on Xavier's shoulder tightened as she felt him push himself to his limit, which came not long after her. He sighed loudly as he relaxed before lying down on top of the girl.
They finally got their breathing back to normal after some silence."You're really daft, you know that right."
"Are we really going to do this now?" Xavier leaned on his elbow after having just rested his head on y/n's shoulder.
"You were jealous," Her voice sang out the words, making his eyes roll.
"So, you're mine now anyway, right?"
"Always has, and you're the only one I want."
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vxnus-coquette · 3 days
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𝘿𝙪𝙙𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙙𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙩⚠︎︎ toji x femreader
𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: age gap ( 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗹𝘆 𝟮𝟬𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗷𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝟯𝟬𝘀) , shower sex, rough sex, oral ( male and female receiving) dacrphillia, Manhandling, overstimulation, a lil dumbification
Loud mewls and pants echoed out the bathroom if anyone wore to walk in right now they’d see the lewd scene. You moans and incoherent babbles echoing off the walls your tits and body pressed against the shower. And lastly your best friend's dad fucking you so hard from behind you started too see stars.
“ hah shit toji fuck!“ you mewl clawing at the glass trying to find anything to keep your sanity. You don’t remember how long you to have been going at it like this but, it was long enough for you too lose track on how many orgasims you had and the only thing keeping you from collapsing was his strong build keeping you in place. Looking at this you really shouldn’t be doing this not only because he is your best friends dad but because megumi could be home any minute now.
This all started a week ago you and megumi have been friends since the beginning of highschool and into college. And you were having some problems with your apartment’s maintenance so while it was getting fixed megumi owe so kindly offered for you to stay with them. Don’t get it wrong now you didn’t go in expecting to fuck your best friends dad but megumi failed to mention how truly hot his dad was.
You caught a glimpse of toji before a couple years back maybe in freshman year of highschool but it was so long ago you barely recall seeing him. But nothing would prepare you for when he first opened that door to there apartment you didn’t even expect to see someone like that open the door it honestly made you regret not coming over sooner. From his mesmerizing green eyes to that scar on his lips down to the muscles you could see through his shirt and down to his sweat pants where you could see a slightly visible print. The first moment you saw him he made you feel like a highschool girl again.
“ um are you mr. fushiguro….”. You remember saying hesitantly to weak under his strong gaze it looked like he was scanning you up and down studying you. “ yeah Y/N right you can come inside.” He finally broke the silent tension you both had ushering you inside even helping carry your bags giving you a nice view of his muscles flexing at work.
You remember trying to push your thoughts down not wanting to take megumis offer to your advantage. I mean he was your best friends day he wouldn’t look at you like that right? Or so you thought not even a day of you moving in he seemed to make flirty advances much to megumis displeasure but that was all you needed to start making your needs more vocal. You started parading around in the shortest skirts and shorts you could find that fit you just right. And wearing the lowest cut shirts you had making sure to bend over real nice as you would set his plat on the table to give him a good view.
He was no better though making sure to let his hands wonder a bit whenever helping you with a task. Or making sure to press against your back just right when helping you cut vegetables for dinner. It was a miracle megumi didn’t notice anything yet or just chose not to say anything either way he was in his room most of the time anyways or with yuji and nobara and you’d tag along sometimes too by choice or force Since he refused to leave you and his father alone well until today that is.
Today was the day there was a really bad rainstorm forcing megumi to stay at yujis until it cleared up leaving you and toji in the house alone. And even though you knew the guilt would probably eat you up inside who were you not to use this golden opportunity. So here you were sitting on the couch wearing only a thin t shirt with no bra that showed the outline of your nipples paired with a pair of shorts that hugged you just right. And there toji was sitting right next to you a bit closer than he should be his leg touching yours and his hand occasionally grazing your thigh on accident of course right.
You can’t help but let your gaze rack down his figure a bit from his face down to his sweats you barely notice his gaze is off the tv screen and now staring directly at you. “ You see something you like doll?” You break out of your trance meeting his eyes that are boring into your soul with that handsome smirk you loved so much sitting on his face.
“ I don’t know what you mean “. He laughs at your blatant lie causing you to look away for a second slightly embarrassed. You watch as he gets up going into the kitchen grabbing two beers out of the fridge. “ I think we both know that’s a lie I see how you look at me.”
Feeling a bit more confident you get up approaching him gently resting your hand on his arm gaining his attention. “ And if I was your no better yk flirting with your sons best friend .” You watch as he pauses for a second setting the beers down before his eyes return to your igniting something predatory in them as a sharp gasp slightly leaves you as he presses you firmly against the fridge his hands on either side of your head and him being so close that you can feel his breath against your ear.
“ I’ll admit that but you and me are on the same playing field so the real question is how’s this gonna go cause I already know how bad you want me to fuck you I see the glances across the room you give me to way your thighs press together at the dinner table so what’s it gonna be doll huh?”
You inch slightly closer to him pressing your lips against the shell of his ear. “ Up to you mr. Fushiguro you can take it how you want to.” You manage to move out of his grasp as it loosens scurrying into the bathroom closing the door as you lean on it for a second. Even if it doesn’t show your can feel the heat on your face stretching from your cheeks to your ears. You try to calm your self down still feeling the growing ache between your legs but you toss it to the side for now starting up the shower before starting to strip down.
It’s very quiet for a moment too quiet besides the sound of the shower running and the rain pouring outside. You try to brush it off slipping of your top followed by your shorts and your underwear but you can’t help but feel the nervousness in the pit of your stomach a mix of fear and excitement. You finish getting into the shower as it remains quiet for a few more seconds as you soak under the water until you hear the sound of the bathroom door opening alerting you to try to take a look but not being able to see much through the fogged up glass until the glass door to the shower is opened showing toji in all his glory.
You couldn’t help but stare letting your eyes travel down from his face to his bare chest down to his cock. You can’t help the way your eyes slightly go wide at the sight he was absolutely fucking 𝑯𝒖𝒈𝒆. You knew toji was massive compared to most people no matter there height even you but you didn’t expect for him to be packing that much. It wasn’t only big in length but girth as well and it had a slight curve to it that you know would hit all the right spots.
Your pulled out of your thoughts again as his hands wrap around your waist feeling your curves. “ Your not getting scared are you s’okay I knew you couldn't handle it.“ You huff at his words meeting his gaze with that stupid conceding smirk on his face tempting you to smack it off him but you were gonna do something better than that.
“ I can handle you just fine.“ you say pushing yourself more against him as he lets out a chuckle “ lets test that then huh.“ You half whine half gasp as his lips roughly push against yours his tongue darting in your mouth as he starts sucking on your tongue and nipping your bottom lip as you mewl gripping his shoulders for some kind of stability.
His hands start roaming all over your figure trailing up from your waist to your breast roughly kneeding them cause you to whine. “ M’fuck look at these“.you gasp as he takes one of your nipples into his mouth giving it a harsh suck while pinching and tug the other causing you to moan throwing your head back. “ Hah shit toji“ you mewl pressing your thighs together trailing your hand down to touch yourself before letting out a yelp as he roughly smacks your ass.
“ None of that shit yet first you gotta pay for all that teasing you’ve been doing sweetheart“. You cant help but whine at the dull ache between your legs which earns you another smack as he chuckles at the noise you let out.
“ On your knees doll“ you oblige dropping down coming face to face with the monster between his legs. “ Cmon now i’m sure a little whore like you has a good idea on what to do“
You whine softly kitten licking the tip “ m’not a who're.“ He laughs at you before roughly his cock half way down your throat causing you to gag gripping his thighs. “ So you aren't half way down on your best friends dads dick right now“ you cant even give him a response because of the way he's roughly fucking your throat causing tears to prickle and the ache in between you legs to build more weirdly enough.
“ shit hah so fucking pretty when you cry you like this“ You whine against him bobbing your head up and down giving him all the answers he needs. You choke whining as he starts shoving more down your throat. “ Cmon sweetheart I know you can take it all for me cant you.“
You struggle a bit before taking all of him in your mouth watching as his head throws back as he let's out a deep groan. “ Shit hah good fucking girl“. You moan at the sight bobbing your head faster feeling him twitching in your mouth signaling he's getting closer as your hands trail down rubbing yourself as some of your slick is sticking to your inner thighs.
“ Fuck your almost getting your reward hah just a little longer f’me .“ You go as fast as you can allow holding onto him for dear life as your jaw starts to burn. Before you watch as he let's out one more throaty groan gripping your hair as he come undone down your throat. “ Swallow it all “
You swallow all of him down your throat before pulling back sticking your tongue out showing him your good work. “ Good girl now here's your reward “ you gasp as he lifts you up manhandling you like you weigh nothing to him until your in a position where your thighs are on his shoulders while your cunt is face to face with his awaiting mouth.
You don’t even have time to process what happened before he's roughly licking and sucking your folds causing you to grip his hair for deal life. “ ngh toji fuck ah!“ you can’t moan any louder as he roughly takes your clit into his mouth giving it a harsh suck causing you to squirm earning you a harsh slap on your leg and a muffled hold still.
You can’t even process a thing anymore as he continues to eat you out like a starved man giving you pleasure you never imagined. You can't control the way your eyes roll back as he starts fingering you while still sucking and teasing your clit.
At this point you feel like your on cloud nine as he continues lapping at your soaking cunt swirling hid tongue around the pearl in between your folds until you feel tightness in your stomach. “ mm’fuck toji gonna cum!“ you barely have time to warn him before your squirting all over his face as your head throws back as he grips your hips keeping you in place stopping you from squirming away as he laps at your juices.
You pant trying to calm yourself down as he sets you in a position where your pressed against the shower glass facing forward with him behind you gripping your hips your whine at your sensitivity as be presses his tip between your folds. “ m’toji sensitive “
“ shh s’alright you can take it “ You gasp as he waste no time roughly pushing into you roughly pillowing into you from behind as your nails slightly claw at the glass screen trying to keep your sanity
“ toji fuck ahh s’ too much!“ he keeps his arm firmly around waist before taking his other hand and wrapping it around your neck. “ Fuck you can take it and you will“. You feel drool coming from your lips starting to stick to the glass a he roughly pounds you from behind causing your brain to go to mush.
“ fuck so uhhh!!“ you can't even think anymore as he presses his hand against the bulge in your stomach causing him to hit that spot inside you just right. “ shit there it is look at that your starting to go dumb huh“. You cant even respond anymore too busy letting out moans and whines as he pistols into your spot just right.
You feel your legs start to shake as you get closer to your orgasim “ m’gonna cum“ you mewl clenching around him causing him to groan tightening his grip on your throat. “ fuck cum for me “ you let out a loud moan before cumming as he follows soon after pulling out cumming on your ass.
“ thats it, so good for me“ you whine as he pulls you back from the glass as a string of saliva connects between your bottom lip and the glass. He turns you around wrapping your kegs around his waist as his lips lock against yours just as you both are about to go for another round you here the sound of the front door opening.
“ Shit “
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Little Red Riding Hood
Fandom: Stranger Things (Werewolf AU)
Pairing: Eddie Munson x F!Reader
Summary: You and Eddie go to Steve’s Halloween party and your couples’ costume is….interesting.
Warning: smut - oral (fem receiving), fingering
A/N: same universe as Pack's Got Your Back
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It was a little on the nose. You jokingly suggested you dress as Red Riding Hood for Halloween and Eddie dress as the Wolf. Eddie, surprisingly, was actually all down for it. However, when he showed up at yours to pick you up, you were disappointed to not see him in costume.
“And why aren’t you dressed?” You frown, crossing your arms over your chest.
Eddie smirks at you, “I’m already a wolf, sweetheart. And my, my, don’t you look,” he licks his lips as his eyes rake over your body, “delicious”. Your red and white dress clung to your body, a velvet red hooded cloak draped along your shoulders. He leans in for a kiss, but you stop him.
“Nope. You get nothing since you didn't dress up."
He sighs and pulls out a werewolf mask that he had in his pocket, "There, happy?"
"Very!" you grab your basket and lock the door, pulling Eddie to his car.
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Eddie knew what you were doing. The way you swayed your body against his to the music. The way you really pressed your ass to his crotch. Every time he tried to pull you close, you'd pull away, a smirk donning your lips as you peered over your shoulder.
He tries pouncing at you but you dodge, running around the house with a giggle.
You eventually run through the backyard, heading towards the woods behind Steve's place.
You stop at the threshold between two trees. You turn back to Eddie, whom was yards away. You curl your finger towards a "come here" motion and proceed to skip merrily into the woods.
Eddie wasn't lost on what you were doing. You were Red Riding Hood and he was the Big Bad Wolf ready to hunt his prey.
He chuckles lowly and starts stalking towards the woods. With the full moon in a few days, his senses were heightening. This meant that he could smell you and hear you a lot clearer.
"Over the river and through the woods, to grandmother's house we go!" you sing a distance.
Eddie sped up, following your echoing voice, moving around trees and branches until he saw your billowing red hooded cape in sight.
He was swift and quiet as he crept through the woods on the sidelines. He kept an eye on you until he was at a perfect angle to pounce.
Just like he wanted, you stopped in a clearing. You were a little out of breath. You listened to hear any noise from him, but nothing.
Then-
"AH!" you yelped as you fall onto your back and Eddie is straddling you. His holds your hands down with his, licking his lips, "Well, well, what do we have here? Little Red all alone with no one to save her from the big bad wolf."
You whimper, but not out of fear, but out of arousal, "Eddie," you moan out his name.
He chuckles, "I know, Little Red. I know what you want. I can smell you. You want this big bad wolf to fuck your little pussy, hm?"
"Fuck," you murmur, Eddie's words really getting to you, "Eds, please."
He moves to kneel, leaning back on his legs, "I don't know if I should give it to you, baby. You've been teasin' me all night and that wasn't very nice of you."
He drags his nose down the side of your face and to your neck. He hums when he recognizes his scent on you. He loves it.
He kisses your skin and then nips at it, which makes you squeal, "No marks!" Reminding him that you can't go to work with hickies.
He smirks against your neck, "Oh I can guarantee that the marks I'll give you won't be seen by anyone but me." He scoots his body back to lay on his stomach. He pushes up the dress to reveal you weren't wearing any underwear.
"Fuck. You're such a naughty baby, aren't you? Walking around Harrington's house with your pussy bare for people to see."
He spreads your legs further and delves in. You throw your head back in pleasure, gripping his wild hair as if your life depended on it.
"Fuck yes, Eds!" you cry out as he eats you out. He eventually slides two fingers into you, to add more pleasure.
He pulls away slightly panting, "You like that, baby?" You bite your lip with a nod and he smirks at you, "Good girl," he mumbles against your thigh. You moan when you feel his teeth sink into you. Yup. No one won't see these marks at all.
"More, Eddie, please," you beg, rocking yourself on his fingers.
"I hear ya, Red, loud and clear."
Eddie sits up and is ready to pull his pants down until, he's interrupted, "Well, well. What do we have here? The Freak and Freakette getting down and dirty in the woods?" Jason Carver and a few of his basketball friends enter the clearing.
You scramble to your feet and Eddie pulls you behind him. You wrap your red cape tightly around your body.
Eddie murmurs over his shoulder, "Go. I got this."
You look at him with concern, "Don't-"
"I won't hurt them...too much." he says with a hint of a smirk.
"If I don't see you in ten minutes, I'm coming back with Robin and Steve." You say sternly before running off back to Steve's house.
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Ten minutes pass and you're pacing in Steve's backyard. You're ready to head back in but then you see Eddie walk through.
You throw yourself into his arms and then examine his face, "Are you okay?!"
He shrugs, "A few bumps and bruises. Nothing I can't handle."
"And the others?"
Eddie smirks and pulls you closer, "He definitely won't be messing with me or my pack ever again."
"You smile at him with pride and then glance back at Steve's place, "Should we head back in?" You pull away from him, but Eddie brings you right back in.
"Actually, I believe we were in the middle of something before we got interrupted, right?"
You playfully roll your eyes, "Horndog." you tug at his hand, "Fine. Let's say good-bye to Robin and Steve first before we head back to mine. Okay?"
Eddie gives you a cheeky grin as he lets you pull him back to the Halloween party to say your goodbyes.
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Please bestie do me a favour and write the fic where reader gets cucked by Steve please I’m on my knees begging I love your work
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smutty stocking stuffers day two - steddie x reader
Pairing | Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader
Warnings | sexual content (18+ minors dni), protected anal sex, cuckholding, coming untouched, dacryphilia, dirty talk, mean reader, mean steve, fluff, banter.
Word Count | 2.1k
A/N | for anybody who’s confused, this prompt is based on this post by the ever wonderful @boldlyvoid 🤍
“At this point I honestly think you want to fuck Steve,” You say it to Eddie as a passing comment, really. It doesn’t come out snarky, just factual. You'd seen the way they were together, the lingering glances, how they always had to be touching each other, it was bordering on more-than-friends territory, and you'd be a fool to pretend you'd never noticed it.
Eddie had been non stop, talking about everything he and Steve got up to on their ‘boys trip’ to the city since he got back a few short hours earlier. Eddie’s voice dies in his throat at your words, brows furrowing and a pout overcoming him.
“You want to fuck Steve,” Its a weak response, but it’s all Eddie’s got, and it makes you cackle. He’s flustered, cheeks hot, twiddling his rings in his fingers the way he always does when he’s nervous.
“Maybe I wanna watch Steve fuck you,” You say it as a half joke, so if Eddie freaks out you can back up and say you were only kidding and he’ll somewhat believe you, but you’re looking at Eddie and he’s looking at you, and he’s not shooting you down or running away in disgust.
“You wanna get cucked by Steve Harrington?” Eddie bristles, and you laugh at how stupid it sounds, now that he’s saying it out loud. But a warmth pools in your belly at the thought, a flush takes over your face.
“I dunno, maybe I do.” You challenge, expecting Eddie to back down, but he looks at you all defiantly, crowding into your space, hands engulfing your hips. It’s a weird game of chicken, you think, and Steve is the unwilling pawn.
“Maybe you should call him then.” Eddie’s breath fans in your face and it makes you shiver, the faint smell of cigarettes and minty gum intoxicating. He leans in to kiss you, and you meet him halfway, getting wrapped up in the searing heat of it as he kicks your legs apart, slots one of his own in the space in between, and lets you grind against him until you're gasping and crying his name.
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“Look at her, she looks real pretty sat there watching us, huh?” Steve’s attention goes to you, where you’re sat in his chair at the side of the bed, watching them with hooded eyes.
The pretty lacy underwear you put on had been worn at Steve’s request — “It’s only fair I get to see you both looking sweet for me, right?” He’d cooly said it down the phone, and it had you twirling the cord in your fingers with a blush spread across your cheeks. Steve had a sharp tongue, he knew how to fluster you.
He’s talking nonchalantly as if he’s not two fingers deep in Eddie’s ass, spreading him open and getting your boyfriend ready to take his cock. Steve is big, but you knew that anyway, Hawkins was a small town and everybody talked, you’d heard your fair share about Steve Harrington’s penis.
Eddie’s losing composure pretty quickly, fringe matted to his forehead and small little whimpers escaping his lips, noises going right to your cunt. He was always submissive, even for you, but this was something entirely different — watching him being fucked open by Steve’s long fingers with his knees almost up at his chest.
“You think you can handle me nice now, hmm?” Steve grins down at Eddie, and you see him flex his wrist, crooking slightly until Eddie’s gasping for breath, fisting the sheets below him. His hard cock kicks up against his belly, slapping and leaving slick behind on his happy trail.
Eddie nods, throwing an arm over his eyes to shield them as Steve slips his wet fingers out, making hasty work of grabbing for the condom and lube next to him on the bed, tearing the foil with his teeth.
You watch through half lidded eyes in awe, Steve’s as hard as Eddie is and he’s not even been touched. He slides the condom down his length with ease, like he’d done it a hundred times before (and the rest, you bristle quietly). He pops the cap on the lube, slicking himself with it, exhaling a shuddery moan when he deftly wraps his own hand around his cock, the little bit of relief obviously feeling blissful.
“What do you say, babygirl? Think he’s ready for me?” Steve asks without even looking at you, shuffling forward between Eddie’s spread legs, catching the head of his cock on Eddie’s hole and eliciting a hiss in return.
You speak without even thinking, like your mouth can’t catch up with your brain, “I think so, Stevie. Give him what he’s been begging for, I know he can take it.”
Steve grabs at Eddie’s arm with his free hand, tearing it away from his eyes, forcing his head to the side, making Eddie look at you when you’re talking to him. There’s a glint in Eddie’s eyes as they lock with yours, he’s clearly enjoying this as much as both you and Steve are.
You watch with mouth agape as the head of Steve’s cock catches on Eddie’s hole, and he sinks into him with minimal effort. Eddie gasps and moans, his tummy muscles tensing up as Steve stretches him out, cock dragging along every little part of his walls.
“See why girls love it so much?” Steve grunts, just sitting there, bottomed out in Eddie’s ass and watching him curiously, “Feels good, right? The full feeling?”
“Yeah, shit, feels really good,” Eddie’s voice is choked, gravelly and it’s sending you reeling. They’re so much hotter together than you imagined, all tangled up together and panting like dogs in heat. Your tummy coils up with need, unable to tear your eyes away from the scene in front of you.
They both share a silent look between each other before Steve pulls out, shoving back in as quick as he left, testing the waters. Eddie’s back arches up off the bed, into Steve’s chest and the larger man uses it to his advantage, hooking an arm under Eddie’s back and setting a brutal pace.
It’s dirty, watching them fucking like animals. Steve’s fast, hard, the snap of his hips deafening in the otherwise silent room, just their moaning and heaving breaths breaking it up. Your pussy aches, your nipples are hard, unable to rip your eyes off of them.
Eddie’s face is screwed up in bliss, plump pink lips agape as he moans, his cock left untouched and desperate between them. Steve smiles down at him, and Eddie barks out a little chuckle in return, their demeanour losing credibility for just a moment. They’re probably thinking this is insane, they’d probably be right too.
The pool of precum in the dip of Eddie's belly makes your cunt clench, it's like nothing you'd ever seen before, watching him become a whimpering, messy, begging little thing like this. It does something to your insides that you never expected, clouds your brain, consumes you.
"You really gotta peg him some time, babygirl," Steve groans, unable to tear his eyes away from where his cock is sinking in and out of Eddie's needy, puffy hole, "He fucking loves it, don't you? Only time you've ever shut your mouth your whole damn life, honey."
Honey. Eddie whimpers, tears pricking at the corner of his eyes, and you can't believe Steve is doing this to him, making him cry and beg silently for his cock, and you love it.
"What's the matter, baby? Cat got your tongue?" You cock your head at Eddie and his eyes snap to meet yours, big brown orbs filled with wet tears, mouth open in a quiet moan, "You crying? Steve's cock's pretty big, huh?"
Your voice is sickly sweet, like saccharine, even though the condescending undertone is obvious. Eddie cries out, fingers digging into the meat of Steve's biceps and you let out a barking laugh, Steve joining in and you can tell Eddie's getting close with the way his cock leaks uncontrollably, the head turning purple, begging for release.
"Y'think we can make him come untouched, babygirl?" Steve asks, finally ripping his eyes away from Eddie to look at you. Your breath hitches in your throat, his composure is mind-blowing, the only sign that he's folding is the way his mouth hangs open with every harsh thrust into Eddie's ass.
"Hm, what do you think, baby?" Your eyes flit back to Eddie, and he's struggling, you can tell, the way his brows furrow together, nose scrunching up, "Think you can be a good boy and come for us? Come on Steve's thick cock?"
Eddie nods his head fervently, and Steve doubles down on his efforts, pinning Eddie by the throat with his large hand, squeezing down as he pounds into him, the slick, loud clapping echoing in the room and going right to your pussy. You know you're soaked through, probably leaving a damp patch on Steve's plush chair, but you can't find it in you to care.
“Kiss him, Stevie. He’s begging for it,” You can’t help the way the words keep tumbling out, your arousal getting the better of you as you watch them both. Steve throws a smirk in your direction, leaning forward and capturing Eddie’s lips in a searing kiss, forcing his tongue into the heat of his mouth until Eddie’s gripping at his hair.
It’s wild, watching them going at it like this. You take the bait, the noises and visuals getting the best of you and you pull your legs up, slipping a hand deftly into your underwear. The slickness from your folds soak your fingers quickly and you whine quietly, making sure you don’t distract them as you touch yourself, fingers sliding over your clit in slow circles.
"S-Steve, god, fuck," Eddie's voice is hoarse, the first he's spoken since Steve sunk into him in one swift motion, wet with choked off sobs as his cock kicks up one last time and he's coming, slicking his belly and chest with his load.
You sit there, mouth agape as you watch his cock twitch, blurting out the last little spurts as Steve's hips begin to stutter, in a telltale sign that he's close now, Eddie clamping down on him like a vice clearly enough to do it for him.
"Fuck, holy fuck," Steve's hand slides from Eddie's throat and instead meets Eddie's hip, grip so tight it's going to leave bruises. It's oddly endearing, the way Eddie is looking up at him with half lidded eyes, and Steve is looking back like they're the only people in the room, and you'd be lying if it didn't cause a pang in your chest, "You're so fucking tight, taking me so well, m'gonna -"
Steve doesn't even get the words out before he's coming, shoving into Eddie's ass to the hilt and moaning in his ear, filling the condom with his thick release. You shove any thoughts to the back of your head, ears ringing with Steve's noises, shooting straight to your core.
You might've known Steve wouldn't be chivalrous, with the way he throws himself down on top of Eddie like a fucking heathen, causing Eddie to grunt out a small 'oomf'.
It's like what just happened, never really happened at all, with the way they start play fighting like a pair of idiots as Steve's cock slips out of Eddie, shoving at each other and laughing.
"Get off me, you fucking brute of a man." Eddie huffs and puffs, until Steve is pulling himself back up onto his haunches, letting Eddie breathe. It should be weird, watching your boyfriend and his best friend like this, but it isn't - it's like this was how your dynamic was meant to be, in an odd way.
"I always knew you were a bottom," Steve chuckles, throwing a glance in your direction, and you meet his eyes with a wide smile, "Think it's time we gave your girl some attention, Munson. What do you think?"
You glance over at Eddie who's looking at you with worried eyes and a furrowed brow, almost like he forgot you were there and now he needs to make sure you're okay. You nod your head just once, barely a motion, but Eddie gets it, a smile curling at the corners of his mouth, "C'mere, sweetheart. Let us take care of you."
And who were you to refuse these two men the opportunity of pleasuring you?
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💦 Wet in Brazil 🇧🇷 (SMUT)
AN: so originally i was gonna make this fluffy where harry is super cold from the rain and after the concert you help bathe him in a warm shower. well, lets just say that didn't happen and something much greater happened.
This story contains: being h word, making out, shower sex in 2 different positions, female cunnilingus, eating of cums, after care
{ husbandrry - soft!harry - current harry era }
word count- 2,525
After seeing Harry on stage wet from the rain in Brazil, you become really horny and that leads to some intense shower sex when you get back to your hotel.
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You'd say you have a fairly normal sex drive. You don't crave sex twenty-four seven but when you do get that rush of blood that surges through your pussy, its strong and nearly painful if its not taken care of rather quickly. Luckily for you, you have a wonderful husband that will satisfy your every sexual need, no questions asked.
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Tonight was going like every other night when Harry has a concert. You standing off to the side of the main stage, watching him prance around while singing his little heart out. But after about the third song it started to rain. Jeff, Harry's manager and friend, handed you a poncho so you wouldn't get your clothes wet. You were thankful because you in fact didn't want to stand in wet clothes for the remainder of the show.
On the other hand, Harry had no choice but to get wet. At first you worried that he'd stop the show because he was getting his expensive outfit and styled hair wet, but he was having a blast. The rain didn't stop him from giving the crowd his absolute best performance. Harry embraced the rain.
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The further the show went on the more and more you noticed Harry looking extremely sexy. Well he always looked sexy in your opinion but sometimes he looked extra sexy. Just something about his tan skin glistening under the stage lights from the rain and his hair no longer in the perfectly styled curls but more so wet, flat ringles hanging in his face. Dare you so, it had your pussy throbbing.
And what made this little issue of yours even worse was when Harry sang certain songs, he'd turn towards you and give you innocent cheeky grins or those seductive eyes that only you can pick up on. You had to stand with your legs crossed for the remainder of the show just to soothe the ache between your legs.
The only thing that got you through the rest of the concert was the knowledge of knowing half the people in the crowd wanted to fuck your husband, guys and girls, but you were the one who actually gets to do it. You were the only one Harry wanted to fuck as well. That thought alone made your horniness levels skyrocket but you knew that once he got off stage he'd help you with that.
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As soon as Kiwi was over with and Harry scampered his way backstage, you made a beeline backstage yourself to go find your husband. When you do see him, he's being handed a towel to at least dry his face off with but you don't care. You run towards him and jump in his arms, legs wrapping around his slender waist and arms around his neck.
It causes Harry to stumble backwards a foot or two before he mutters, "Woah love, what's this for?" If its a special night like the night he got his banner for fifteen consecutive nights at MSG or him headlining Coachella he expects this time of affection, but tonight wasn't anything too special. Other then he hasn't got to play in Brazil in quite a few years.
Knowing people are around, you whisper in his right ear, "Wanna go back to the hotel, really, really bad. Need you." The first sentence you whispered didn't tell Harry much of what your problem was. He thought you may not be feeling good. But the second sentence told him everything he needs to know. You needed him, in other words, you're horny and need him to take care of your horny needs.
Harry just giggles at your confession and turns his head so only you can hear before whispering back, "Alright, alright. My eager baby. Ten minutes top and we'll be outa 'ere. Let me say goodnight to everyone and I'll get the driver to pull 'round back."
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As soon as you step foot into your hotel room, Harry is stripping his wet clothes off. The ride back to the hotel was super uncomfortable with his soaked clothes sticking to his skin but also the boner he's now rocking after your confession to him earlier. Harry is a giver and a giver's favorite thing to hear is that they are needed. So by you saying you needed him, it turned him on pretty much instantly.
The wet clothes are left in a pile on the hotel floor which isn't the best idea because he knows Harry Lambert will gripe about it tomorrow but he couldn't care less right now. He needed to fuck you. Now butt ass naked, Harry comes towards you and pins you against the wall by the door. You waste no time in leaning your head upwards and crashing your lips with his. The kiss is anything but gentle.
Your teeth clink together as you both fight for dominance. Tongues caressing each others while you swallow the others moans. You feel Harry's hands come down and start to unbutton your jeans and you're thankful because you don't know how much longer you could have lasted in them. You take it upon yourself to lift your shirt over your head, breaking the kiss for only a second.
After your jeans are undone, Harry tugs them down your legs and you unclip your bra, freeing your full breasts. That leaves you standing with only your underwear on. Harry pulls away from your mouth so he can kneel down and take your panties off when he notices something. "Fuck," he groans as he sees the damp patch on your underwear, "you soaked through your panties, baby. All for me? Seein' me wet on stage got you all wet didn't it?"
You nod quickly in agreement and spit out while looking down at his crouched body, "Yes, yes, now fuck me, please. Can't wait any longer."
Harry hurries in pulling down your last article of clothing before standing back to his feet and helps you to jump up and latch onto his body. Now both completely naked, he carries you into the hotel bathroom where he plans to fuck you in the shower. You can feel his hard cock brush against your pussy as he walks and it causes a moan to erupt out your mouth. Your clit is so sensitive and swollen that one slight touch to it could cause you to orgasm.
He has to put you back down to your feet to adjust the water temperature but as soon as the shower is nice and warm, he lifts you up again and carries you inside the glass door, closing it behind him. As the water pours down onto his back, Harry carefully presses your back into the tile wall and leans his head in, kissing down your jawline and towards your mouth.
Into the kiss, you whine desperately, "Please baby, need you so bad."
"Shhh, love, I've got you. You know I always take care of you, don't you. Gonna make you feel so good." Harry replies before going back to fully kissing you. He snakes down his right hand and first runs his fingers over your pussy, just double checking if you're wet enough. He can never be too safe when it comes to making sure you only experience pleasure.
When he in fact feels how wet you are for him, Harry grabs ahold of his shaft and with a tug or two, positions it at your entrance. You're so eager that you take it upon yourself to push your hips forward and that causes his entire dick to slide right into you. "Oh, fuck!." you moan while throwing your head back. That leaves Harry's lips level with your neck which he starts to take advantage of. Him still holding you up with each hand under your thick thighs and ass.
As Harry begins to kiss and suck on your damp neck, his hips start to thrust back and then forward. He's so thick and long that it causes your toes to curl where you have them locked behind his back, right above his white ass. "You're so tight, love. Feels so fuckin' good." Harry mutters against your wet skin. His words almost make you lose the strength to keep yourself wrapped around his body.
"Ugh," you moan, lifting your head forward to glance at his face, "I'm gonna come." At the angle he's fucking into you in, it's direct stimulation to your g-spot and the repetitive nudging of it, you can't help how fast your release is approaching.
"Already?" Harry questions with surprise in his tone. He didn't realize you were this turned on. You see him wet all the time. Whether that's him getting out the shower or bathtub. Or him swimming in the summertime. So he doesn't know why him getting wet on stage due to some rain has you this horny.
"Yeah, I.....," you begin but are cut off by your orgasm. It even shocks you how fast it approaches. Normally it takes you a few minutes to come from penetration alone, sometimes not coming at all unless you have clit stimulation, but tonight something inside you was different. Harry doesn't stop fucking you as he brings you through your orgasm. Your chest is heaving and your pussy contracting around his cock has Harry's knees nearly buckling to the floor.
As you start to come down from your high, you're about to apologize for coming so soon when Harry says, "Such a good girl for me, mhm, so good." Normally a guy would be upset over their partner coming so soon or when they didn't tell them to come yet, but Harry isn't like that. He's definitely the type to make you come over and over again, until you can't take it anymore. He gladly wants you to come when you feel the need to. It's more pleasurable for him when he sees you experiencing great pleasure.
Harry goes to set you down on your feet, holding you for support because he knows your legs are a bit wobbly, and you question, "But.... what about you?" Thinking he was done fucking you and would let his erection pass naturally. What a dumb thought that is.
Harry laughs and replies, "Not done yet, baby. Turn 'round and face the wall." You do as you're told and he situates your hips how he wants before you feel him slipping inside you with ease. You gasp from how sensitive your walls are. Now Harry begins to fuck you from behind. The water in the shower does make it harder to do begins you're all slippery and wet but luckily there is a metal bar for you to grab onto as you bend over.
The sounds of skin clapping echo throughout the bathroom and it's getting harder to breathe with all the steam filling up the closed in shower. The glass walls and door of the shower are completely fogged up now. Your boobs hang towards the floor from your bent position and Harry wishes he could get a better view of them. He loves your tits so much.
After another three minutes of thrusting into you from behind, Harry can feel himself near orgasm. To make sure you come with him, he leans over your body, chest pressing into your wet back, and drags his hand down your body until he finds your clit between your legs. "Come with me, baby. Come another time, f'me." Harry whispers in your left ear.
You honestly doubted if you'd come again from penetration alone but thankfully you have a husband who knows exactly what you need, when you need it. He knew you'd have trouble coming from just the fucking beings as you did minutes ago and that was super rare as it was. So dragging out his thrusts as he nears his orgasm, Harry's fingers rub over your clit in just the right pattern he knows you love.
It only takes a few seconds before you're coming for the second time. This orgasm of yours triggers Harry's and he's coming as well. (you're on birth control) A loud, deep moan escapes his mouth and his toes curl into the shower floor. You can feel him spurting his cum deep within your walls and the feeling of his fingers never stopping on your clit makes you nearly pass out. It's all too much.
Once you both come down from your highs, you think this was really it and Harry's gonna start to wash you and him up. Little did you know he wants to push you to a third orgasm. When he slips his softened cock out from your pussy, he helps turn you around, making sure you don't fall as you stand straight, and drops to his knees. "H, what in the......?" you go to ask but have your answer fairly quickly when his lips attach to your clit.
"Mhm-ugh, babe, too sensitive." you hiss from the slight pain. He knew you didn't actually want him to stop. You feel his tongue dip between your pussy lips and collect a mixture of yours and his cum. Harry has never shied away from tasting his own jizz. You look down and see his tongue coated in white colored creams and you almost come at the sight. Then he brings his cum covered tongue back up and starts attacking your clit again.
He makes long, feverish licks up and down your clitoris and you reach down to slot your fingers through his wet curls, pushing his head forward. "Har... of fuck, I'm gonna come again." you yell out. Your back is against the shower wall and your legs are shaking but Harry has a grip behind each of your thighs to prevent you from falling.
Then suddenly you come for the third time tonight. As you come, Harry switches from licking back to sucking your clit and it makes you feel even better. He can feel the tiny nerve literally pulse in between his lips. More of your mixed cum oozes out your cunt, dripping onto the shower floor.
When you start to come down from your last high of the night, you have to physically push Harry's head away or he'd stay there all night. He gets back up to his feet and can see just how warn out you look. Now is time for the aftercare you deserve.
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Harry supports your body upright while you stand and allow him to bathe over you. He washes your hair and body and you turn into mush. He's so fucking caring but especially after something so vularble like sex. Once he's done with you, he quickly washes himself off and then helps you out the shower.
He dries you and himself off and puts on your clothes for sleep. That being you in a t-shirt and panties and him in just his boxer briefs. Then after brushing your teeth, he helps you get into bed and you cuddle into each other. After saying "i love you" to one another, you fall into a deep sleep. Exhausted from the concert and the sex in the shower.
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In an apartment deep in the city, there’s a constant ringing of a doorbell. It chimes for several minutes, but its occupant doesn’t open the door—not even once. Much to the neighbors annoyance, it’s not because the person isn’t around, but rather completely oblivious to it. His ears are covered by the sound of constant profanities and commands booming in haphazard waves over the headset, louder than the rapid fire gunshots being shot on screen. 
“Christ! Go left! Go left!” Someone yells over voice chat, foreign and rough sounding, capable of grating even the most mild mannered person, yet it doesn't faze him in the slightest. His eyes remain intently fixed to the screen, almost bursting out from staring for hours and hours. Meanwhile, his fingers mash on the controller reflexively, like it’s muscle memory to him now.
“I got you! I got you.” He replies, looking calm, but his voice presents heightened urgency. Even with their best efforts, it’s a struggle to gain an edge over the enemy team. Occasionally, there’s a deafening scream of frustration or a swear, blaming someone on their own squad—him included—or server lag, which happens often. He’s not innocent in the matter either; in one instance he gets headshot from behind, and he fires off an emphatic curse too, punching his fist in the air out of rage. 
“Fuck!” He shouts as the enemy team’s points continue to jump higher, and the gap between them expands. There’s not much time left. A loss is all but guaranteed at this point. Still, he and the others play out the remaining time, even with the awareness that the match is practically over.
The game ends in a resounding victory for the enemy squad. It isn’t even close. If this was a championship or official tournament game, they’d get clowned on by the internet.
He takes off his headset, only to hear the sound of the doorbell that has been pestering him and the rest of the apartment for a while, to his complete ignorance. He quickly puts it back on to get a quick word to his teammates, saying,  “Someone’s knocking on my door. Go and start the next one without me.”
He walks to the front door, rubbing a hand on his hunched back, curious as to who could be knocking. Certainly not his neighbors, he theorizes, since he’s using a headset to cut down the loud gaming setup that bothered them before. He hasn’t ordered anything online lately either, so that’s out of the question too. Then for a moment, he realizes something. 
Could it be her? 
Upon realizing the absurdity of that thought, he shakes his head in denial; after that fateful night, he has never heard from her ever since. Why would she randomly come calling on his doorstep again?
He doesn’t realize the ringing of the doorbell has suddenly stopped. When he opens the door, he doesn’t find anyone standing outside, or anywhere in the hallway for that matter. However, there’s a small, wrapped box set on the floor inches away. Piqued by curiosity, he leans his head down to see a small note attached to it. His name is written on the paper in presumably red ink, dripping and leaking down to the sealed present.
“It’s not my birthday today,” he comments, picking up the mysterious gift without asking anyone or checking with anyone before closing the door. He walks to the living room, slowly unwrapping the enigmatic box along the way. As he gets acquainted with the box, he notes its unusual texture, but doesn’t seem concerned overall. He lifts the lid to find a second note with an item attached on it: a pink metallic flower in the shape of a cherry blossom. 
At its center, a red dot starts to blink. He rips the note off the strange object, then flips the paper around to see a new message, written in the same red ink like the first one.
“Tell him I said hi!” - M.S.
His eyes widen in shock, then he turns his gaze back to the metallic flower, now with a second blinking red dot on its core. Realizing what it actually is, he immediately tosses it away from him, with a deep, panicked shout. 
Piece by piece, the metals disintegrate and cause a huge explosion. The sheer power and force of the blast sends him flying back until he crashes against the wall, rendering him temporarily unconscious. A huge hole forms in his apartment and the flats surrounding it, both on the upper and lower floors. Smoke begins to gush out from where the bomb blew up, while objects in his room are either set ablaze or destroyed. 
Several minutes later, he regains consciousness, coughing hoarsely from the dust from being buried in wood and brick. He squints his eyes, trying to regain his sight. Everywhere he turns, there’s the open city—with winds blowing in all directions—completely uncovered by the violent detonation. He looks at the aftermath in utter disbelief, unable to comprehend what exactly is going on.
A sudden electric whir steals his attention, then a new sight grips him with awe and fear. A woman covered in a long cloak rests on a floating hovercraft right outside his wrecked apartment, glaring back at him with a wicked smirk on her lips and with deceptively alluring eyes. 
“You did this?” he blurts out with a tone meshed with both fright and shock.
“I hope you enjoyed my little gift,” she replies, tauntingly. She playfully looks at her darkened nails, relishing the damage she has caused. “This is just a warm up for the real treat.”
“What treat?” 
“You’ll find out soon enough.” 
With a confident, devilish grin, she turns her airborne machine around and flies away, her baleful, comical laughter echoing up to the sky. As she leaves, she casually drops a few more flower bombs, triggering several explosions on more buildings in the city. Waves of smoke rise, one after another, and mass hysteria ensues on the ground while she soars off to parts unknown.
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“Jeez.”
That was the only thing Eunbi could say after you told her everything, down to the most excruciating detail. The shoot, the gangbang, the subsequent sex in the dressing room—everything. Well, not exactly everything; there’s the part where you can tell by Hyewon’s tone that she has some kind of contempt for her and Yena, but you’d rather deal with that later.  
“Yeah, well she said hi by the way,” you add quietly into your phone’s microphone, staring at your friend through the screen, who’s smiling on the opposite end, nodding along. 
“But, it’s good then that she now knows.” Eunbi’s soft voice—a warm, comforting contrast to the coldness of Hyewon—answers you back, partially altered by bits of static due to poor communications. “I managed to get in touch with Yena. I’ll meet with her soon.”
“Really?” Your eyes light up at the positive results of her mission, and your inflection shows hope and excitement. “Where’d you find her?”
“Busan. Annoyingly, I’ve had to ditch the car at the terminal. My ass ain’t driving for four hours, plus traffic’s a thing. Gas prices suck.” Eunbi redirects her camera away from her sun-kissed face, redirecting it toward the other passengers aboard the train, mostly on their phones and minding their own business. 
“That far?” You’re surprised that Yena has managed to travel a long way overnight. “I hope she can actually meet you as soon as possible.”
“Yeah. Otherwise this would be a stupid waste of train tickets.” She grumbles, rolling her eyes in annoyance at the additional expenses, eliciting a small laugh out of you. “Anyway, I’m about to get off in two stops.”
“What do I do now?” you ask, worried about those thoughts slowly haunting you. Briefly look over your shoulder, and find nothing but the pale white walls of the dressing room, dreading Hyewon prematurely returning from her shoot. She’ll probably flash a friendly smile or two if she sees Eunbi, but you know it’s only a mask, a facade to hide her true feelings. 
“Do what?” Eunbi twists an eyebrow, while her lips curl into a frown. “Something wrong? You look nervous all of a sudden.”
Her words pass through deaf ears, as more of your worries bother you. It’s only when she modulates your name again that you snap out of your confused state.
“Hey!” She shouts, with her features turning dourer. “You okay?”
“Y-yeah,” you say, stumbling through such an easy word like you’ve forgotten how to pronounce it, visibly affected in some shape or form. When you return your eyes to her, your brain starts functioning like it should. “I’ll be fine. I’m just anxious about her.”
“Mm, don’t worry. We’ve learned our lesson the first time, and we won’t let our guards down again,” says Eunbi with great confidence, like failure’s an impossibility, and it’s faith you wish you had too. “I’ll be going now. Take care, love.”
“Yeah. You too.” Wave goodbye to her from your side while she makes a kissy face on the screen. Then the call ends.
Hopping off the stained couch where you fucked Hyewon, you quietly waddle over to the dressing room’s door, stick your head out to see what’s going on. It’s dead silent; not one of the male models are on set, and the props remain untouched in the center of the room, directly in front of the lone camera placed on the tripod. 
“They’ve already left.” The cold, feminine voice echoes deeply in your ear, shattering the illusion of silence in the room.
“What the?” Look around panickedly, only to catch Hyewon right beside you, watching you with crossed arms, somehow avoiding your line of sight the whole time—or that you’re caught up in your own tunnel vision again. 
“Were you looking to see if I was getting railed by those boys a second time?” she asks, placing a gentle but firm hand on your shoulder with a playful, toying pout on her freshly puckered lips. “I thought I would never rub off on you.”
Much to your chagrin, you lift your head back, sighing. “God, Hyem, this isn’t time for jokes.”
She’s widely smiling, looking more arrogant and vain than ever, like she’s completely oblivious of the situation. Of course, she’s much smarter than that. “Lighten up, baby. You weren’t this anxious and tense when you were fucking me and Yena shamelessly.”
“That was—different,” you say, choking that last word out, the wobbliness in your tone selling you out.
“Different how?” Hyewon’s hands are all over your shoulders, turning your body to face hers, locking eyes together like there’s an unbreakable connection between you two. Before you know it, she has you pinned against the wall, smirking and quietly giggling, trapping you deeper with those chestnut pupils. “This is no different to what we did back then, what we did now, and what we’ll do again, and again, and again.”
She kisses you, soft and gently, like what she’s done so many times, and yet you fall for it every single time. From your collarbones to your chin, eventually those lush pink lips meet yours, and she slips her tongue into your mouth, allowing you to taste her sweetness abundantly. You’ll never verbally admit, but you’d never grow tired of her, no matter how much you try to resist. In fact, she’s rubbed off on you and it’s impossible to remove that familiarity, especially when she tastes so good.
“Haven’t—you—had—enough?” You mumble into her mouth as she continues to make out with you, humming sweet music into your lips. A pointless question, given how passionate she is when it comes to kissing you, and how her nails are marking into your shirt in an attempt to get rid of it once more. If she could tear it to pieces, she absolutely would. 
Affirming this, she cups your face with urgency, then pulls you further into the kiss, as if you’re not drowning under her love ocean already.  “Fuck no.” 
In the middle of another sudden makeout session, you’re back to square one again. Lift the black shirt over her head to expose her creamy, nakedness in all her full glory. She does the same to yours in return; now your clothes are back on the floor before you’re at the mercy of each other’s lips again. It’s a repetitive cycle, but it never fails to spark a raging fire of lust and desire between you both. 
Perhaps you needed this—something and someone to jog your memories through pleasant times before things went south, when everything was simple and it was all beautiful. You’re wiser now, but Hyewon’s body serves as a reminder of what you had, and what you lost. She’s still in the past, hungry and fiending for what you both shared, but you’re long past that, ready to move forward, but right as you’re about to cross that line, she drags you back, unwilling to let you go.
Maybe it’s her, but in actuality, it’s you. After all, you’re allowing her to peel through your pants and boxers, allowing her free use of your cock like it’s her property every time.
You utter a strained moan as her fingers slide down your body, to that treasured possession of a cock, stroking you hard with intricate precision, perfectly done with all the experience she has with your shaft. Her eyes keep you magnetized, staring at you with the same wave of passion she’s had for you since you first met. At first, the pumps are quick and unrelenting, but soon switch to slow and emphatic. The further she goes, the more pleasure she seeps from you, making sure your entire figure shudders with each jerk of your cock.
“Relax. This will make you feel better. Trust me.” Hyewon delivers each word with sultry conviction, it eases you into a vivid, hypnotic state and relinquishes more control to her. She jerks you into creating deeper, needier groans, and when you say her name with such breathless, suffocating force, it’s heaven to her ears. 
“F-fuck, Hyem—” Another stroke, another moan. Your eyes roll deep into the back of your skull, head twisted and bent in an uncanny position due to the overwhelming ecstasy coursing throughout your body. Your hands grip onto her tiny waist for support as she continues to pump you, tease you, and remind you of what you had.
“Yes, that’s it. Moan for me,” she says, like she’s commanding you, and you’re more than willing to comply. Your jaw slacks wide, producing prolonged groan after groan, like you’re a babbling child with no words to call your own. Your senses have gone completely numb, with every muscle in your body slowly falling apart, as Hyewon watches on with a giggle and an effervescent smile—a stark contrast to the lewd act she’s performing on you.
“My god, Hyewon.” Your hand, carefully led and guided by her graceful motions, find their way back to her meaty flesh, recapturing the sensitive, taut bud on her chest. Through glazed eyes, you capture flashes of Hyewon’s constantly evolving expressions, body quivering from the tight sensation you have on her. “So—fucking—hot.”
She rolls her head back, fluttery eyes drawing themselves shut as your fingers explore her bountiful chest, relishing in familiar but warm, arousing pleasures. “God, you should have seen their faces.”
“Hm?”
“They didn’t know I was getting fucked so hard already,” she says, and though it’s not directly implied, the words are enough to make your heart jump and your ego fly. Her hand is no longer on your stiff cock, rather going up and down on your back, leaving marks to let everyone know who you belong to. “Let’s just say they don’t ever want to see me again.”
“Good,” you whisper, leaving another poignant kiss on her intoxicating lips. “I—I didn’t like those guys one bit.”
“Scared that they were giving me good dick?” Her eyes swing open, directly meeting yours with an inviting and inescapable stare. You bend her downward, lifting a leg up to your waist like you’re in the middle of a fiery dance. “They were never enough to satisfy me compared to yours.”
It’s difficult to tell if it's sincerity or flattery—maybe both; you never know when it comes to Hyewon. But the words slice through your inhibitions and pierce right through your loins, and you’re falling for her enticing spell, and it’s like you’ve never learnt your lesson at all. 
Take her back to the dressing room couch, the same one you railed her on half an hour ago, and you’re tangled up in circles with her again. Wrapping her slender legs around her waist, you flip her around, face down on the stained mattress, and slip the rest of her partly soiled undergarments off her. Her cunt is leaking, dripping with thick, gooey liquid, presumably from the guys she’s modeling with.
It should have raised red flags, but you’re not surprised. You’ve fucked her in twice, and she’s taken more cock from anyone in such a short timespan that it’s much more of a surprise she hasn’t been knocked up or passed out. Still, you set your sights on the prize that is her wrecked, stretched out pussy, intent to ruin her more than ever before. 
“Nobody’s around now, give it to me hard—fuck!” Hyewon cries out loudly as you push yourself into her wet, inviting warmth, finding her tight, needy, and ready as she’s always been. Even when you’ve pounded her before, this scream is the loudest one she’s produced, as if she was previously holding back. 
“I don’t want slow love making, baby. Please fuck me hard and fast and—aaah!” Without a second’s hesitation, you sink deep into her suffocating heat, cutting her sentence off. It was never on your mind, anyway. The idea of passionate, intimate sex was Hyewon’s least favorite kind. You were so used to high tempo, quick and tiresome fucking that it’s almost second nature to pump your cock deep in her womb without care for her comfort or yours.
The force and speed you pound Hyewon from behind severs all forms of communication between you. She’s reduced to a moaning, shouting mess, occasionally muffled by the flimsy couch her face is planted on. Otherwise, she’s crying out in rising crescendos, letting off an occasional swear. But when she whines out your name, you reward her by stroking faster than your hips permit, much to the soreness of your muscles, holding her shoulder in your palm and her stem in the other.
Surely by now, everyone inside the building has been made aware of your presence, if the cameras haven’t exposed you already. It’s been an hour and you should have been forced out, yet you’re in there, balls deep inside their model’s tight, stifling cunt. But you can’t stop, nor do you ever plan to—not when Hyewon’s perfectly sculpted body is jiggling and shaking violently because of you, and she’s so blissfully intoxicated, echoing your name out so proudly.
Even as your heavy legs begin to wobble, imploring you to slow down lest they break, you continue slamming your hips into her, spurred on by the silky, satisfying claps made by your flesh slapping against hers. If only the room-filling mirror in her dressing room was a few inches lower. For now, you’ll settle with her euphoric cries of pleasure and the brisk quivers of her figure held in your grasp. 
It’s in the little things she does: her well-manicured nails tearing through the thin, weak fabric of the couch, the complete weakness and lack of resistance as she falls deeper to her pleasure, and the sudden patheticness of her moans that fills the once raucous room, with your smacks of skin now the loudest thing in the whole place. “So—close—”
Two words are all she can muster before she goes quiet once more, leaving the rest entirely in your control. You’re struggling too; the heat between her legs is turning more intense by the second, and you’re a few loose screws away from another deep orgasm inside her. It’s so difficult to even avert your gaze from the splayed, naked goddess that is Hyewon, weak back arches, steady body ripples, and all. She may not be directly watching you, but she can certainly feel that you’re hesitating and second guessing what to do. 
Even without her direction, you know anything less than a load in her cunt would be a death sentence. As your eventual climax creeps in, you lay your head besides hers, take in the strange fusion of sex, sweat, and perfume she’s wearing. Kiss the side of her neck as you give her another surge of thrusts, sloppily soaking up her creamy flesh with a vibrant, satisfied hum. It’s the closest you can get to passionate love making with her before she calls you out for being too soft.
“Fuck, fuck, you’re so damn tight, angel.” You whisper gentle moans in her ear, nibbling her skin while you lift her head slightly. Through the waves of dark hair concealing her face, you catch a little glimpse of the slightest toothy smile on her features, enjoying every moment getting railed as much as you do. “I can’t believe how much of a slut you are, still needy for my cum after getting so much already.”
“Cum in me, then.” Hyewon purrs weakly, hoarsely, using two fingers to brush aside some of the hair obstructing her view. One half-lidded stare is enough to hook your attention. “Give this slutty angel of yours all that hot, gooey cum that I oh-so fucking want.”
You were practically crawling to your orgasm, but the last sentence was the push needed to send you over the edge. Call it a well-timed coincidence or part of a plan, right as your legs stumble forward, you come through with one more thrust that causes your mind to go blank. Your palms cling to whatever flesh they can hold impulsively, like your body’s on lock, as a surge of hotness fills your loins. Your mouth groans, but nothing’s verbalizing. 
For the next few minutes, maybe longer—much longer—you slump atop Hyewon, resting your head beside hers as the room goes dead silent. It’s such an awkward position you’re both tangled up in; such a knot is usually designated for blacked out drunkards rather than two people partaking in sex. Forget that you’re in a dressing room and all; it feels like you’re both in bed, like you used to be.
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“You make no fucking sense.” 
None of this makes any sense to you, either. One look at your phone and it’s already half past five. You haven’t seen the sun since you entered the building but you’re sure it’s already gone. Where did the past two hours go? The last thing you remember before passing out is lying next to Hyewon on the couch, which has become completely non washable at this point. Now she’s on the floor, on her knees, with your drenched cock sandwiched between her breasts, just as wet and full of warm, sticky cum. 
Her voice demands your attention. Her gaze also demands your attention. One wrong look, one wrong move, and she will snap your dick in half between her tits. With strength you have regained, you choose to do the right thing and follow her every motion.
“So, are we a thing again?” you ask, flatly.
“Up to you,” replies Hyewon, slightly tilted. Your cock sinks deep between her cleavage, then reemerges slicker than before. “I—I couldn’t care less if you fucked Eunbi again after this.” 
Though she says otherwise, it’s clear that she’s bothered by your interactions with your former lovers—who wouldn’t be when their lover is speaking with their exes and other potential suitresses—and her tone couldn’t be more apparent. “I know, I know,” she adds, pining, “You’re sick of me. Sick of all of this. If that’s how you feel, then go ahead.”
“That’s not it,” you say, frowning. “It’s—It’s a lot more complicated than that.”
“Complicated? Great excuse. Definitely have not heard that a thousand times before.” Hyewon’s snarky tone rubs you the wrong way; she’s becoming too difficult and insufferable at the worst time imaginable. 
You can’t bear to hide your feelings any longer. “Well how can I say it isn’t? Tell me who’s the one always fucking five guys behind my back?” 
Suddenly, she rises up from the floor, towers above you, weakly slouched against the couch. It takes every fiber of restraint in her not to slap you. It’s a trigger to her; she never really questioned the long-term consequences of her behaviors, always running from one man to another when it happens.
“Tell me who’s the one allowing it to happen in the first place. You were supposed to be my boyfriend, right? How come you never acted like it?”
Without another word, she walks off, with tears forming in her eyes, and leaves you alone, with nothing but fatigue, and something to think about.
Suddenly, your phone beeps. One glance and it’s a text message from a forgotten friend—Hong Jaein. Your eyes widen as you look at the contents, and you can’t help but mutter an audible, “Oh God.”
Pictures of his apartment, completely in tatters, plus a written note in his hand saying:
> “Tell him I said hi.” - M.S. 
(We're back! Expect one more chapter before the year ends. Again, I wanted to do more experimental stuff before returning to the series. Still not really sure how this will properly translate, but hopefully it's a good reflection of what I've been doing over the past few months. Hong Jaein is the name of the OC from that one filler/side chapter, and he's suddenly caught up in this mess too. Imagine the awkwardness when the protagonist finds out Hyewon's had one with him too. Yikes.)
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