#sending me a dirty tiktok

[karasimpno]

My ex just?? Sent me a tiktok of a sapphic couple and like?? Bitch that could’ve been us??? Bitch I tried to be that devoted to you but yoU DIDNT WANT ANYYHING TO DO WITH IT

#WHY U SENDING ME TIKTOKS OF SAPPHIC COUPLES NOW #I’m v drunk but she did me so dirty #SO DIRTY #elle speaks

[drudyslut]

— summary: you meet up with your favorite biker guy to backpack him for a day, and things get very heated very fast.

— CW: 18+ only! meeting up with a stranger (don’t do that), putting out for a stranger (oops, i’d fold if it were biker!rafe too), biker guy!rafe, semi public sex (it’s at the top of a parking deck thing😭😂), fingering, hair pulling, male receiving oral, unprotected sex, ass and pussy slapping (like once), lots of dirty talk and praise.

— a/n: ah fuck. my obsession with biker men got the best of me here. my wet fucking dream. likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated <3

❥ ride — r.c

I couldn’t believe this was actually happening. I had been following him on Instagram and TikTok for months, and he lived in my town! So when I finally found the courage to send him a DM on Instagram joking about backpacking him for a day, I never in a million years imagined that he would actually respond — and say yes!

I’m finishing up the final touches of my makeup in front of my full length mirror that sits in the corner of my room when I hear my phone go off, letting me know I have a text.

Standing from the floor, I make my way to my nightstand and grab my phone. I open it to see that he has texted me.

Rafe: Hey! I’m out front whenever you’re ready.

I smile at the text and type out a quick response. Pocketing my phone, I rush to slip on my high top converse and grab my hoodie, tossing it over my head and rushing out of my bedroom and front door.

Making my way down the steps I come to a stop at the bottom, my breath catching in my throat when I see him leaned against the side of his bike. He looks deliciously good today. He wears a pair of tight, black jeans and a fitted white T-shirt. He pairs the outfit with a pair of white Nikes with a black Nike check in the middle of either side.

He doesn’t have his helmet on, and the sight of his bright blue eyes sparkling under the sun has my thighs tightening. He never shows his face on his social media, only his eyes if he flips the visor of his helmet up, and he rarely does that. He has the most perfect full lips, a defined jawline and his hair sits messy on top of his head. This man is the epitome of perfection.

“Y/N, right?” He asks, his low voice pulling me from my trance.

I swallow the saliva that’s built up in my mouth from looking at him and nod my head quickly. “Yeah, that’s me! Rafe, right?” I ask. But I already know. The bike he came to pick me up on lets me know it is in fact him.

He smiles widely. “That’s me. You ready? Have you ever rode before? Even just on the back?”

My hands begin to slightly shake, all of a sudden clammy. I’m nervous. But who wouldn’t be? This gorgeous man, with a large following on social media is here to pick me up, and take me riding with him for the day. Any woman in my position would be nervous too. Well, not all women, but the women like me.

“No.” I answer honestly. I watch his lips quirk up into a smirk, and I internally fist pump that he didn’t change his mind. Happy that he didn’t say “never mind, it’s not worth the hassle of teaching you”

He takes a step toward me, reaching his right hand out for me to take. I place my hand in his and pray that he can’t feel how nervous I am. He leads me toward his bike, releasing my hand and grabbing the extra helmet he’d brought with him. He turns, and when his blue eyes land on mine again, I swear I feel my heart skip a beat.

“I’m just gonna slide this on you, that okay?”

I smile and nod. “Yeah that’s fine.”

He nods once and then moves to slip the sleek black helmet over my head. Once it’s on good, his fingers move down to the straps under my chin. When his fingers brush across the skin, a shiver runs through my body. Once he has it strapped in place, he steps back and lifts the visor so he can see my eyes. “Fits perfectly. You look cute in that.”

I laugh nervously. “Thank you.”

He gives me one last smile before turning and grabbing his own helmet, placing it on his head and strapping it in place. He turns to face me again, and my panties grow wet at the sight in front of me. I don’t know what it is, but him with his helmet on is so fucking sexy.

“‘M just gonna press this button on your helmet, it’ll allow you to hear me while we’re riding.”

I nod my head and stand still as he steps toward me again, pressing a small button on the helmet I didn’t know was there. He steps back and asks, “Can you hear me?”

I giggle. “Yeah, I can hear you. That’s so cool!”

I hear him chuckle and the sound makes butterflies erupt in my stomach. “Yeah, me and my friends bought these so we can communicate while we ride, if we get separated and can’t use our hand signals. Plus, it’s fun to fuck with them this way too.”

He turns back to his bike and grabs a pair of black and white riding gloves from a drawstring bag, shoving them on his hands before turning to me once more. He claps his hands together and begins explaining the basics of riding on the back.

“So, I’ll hop on and you’ll sit on this seat behind me, and place your feet on these pegs.” He pats the seat and points to the foot pegs. “While we’re riding, wrap your arms tightly around my waist, and if I lean in a certain direction, you lean with me. It makes it easier to navigate turns and what not.” He pauses again, thinking of what else he needs to go over. He finally speaks again. “Oh! And if you get scared or want me to slow down, just tap my thigh. It’ll let me know to slow down for you.”

I nod my head and let him know I understand. Satisfied with everything he’s told me, and knowing I’m comfortable he tosses his drawstring bag onto his back and climbs onto his bike, starting it up. The engine roars to life and he turns his head to face me, nodding it toward him to let me know I can get on. I swing my right leg over the back of the bike, setting my ass onto the seat and wrap my arms tightly around his waist like he’d said to do.

I hear him through the speaker in the helmet as his hand taps my thigh. “Ready?”

“Yes!”

-

An hour later, Rafe is pulling up to the top of a parking deck. The two of us had rode non stop for the last hour, and to say it was one of the most exhilarating and memorable experiences of my life would be an understatement.

He pulls the bike to a stop, shutting off the engine and putting out the kickstand before he climbs off. He keeps his hand on my thigh to keep me upright as he gets off the bike, and then he grabs at my left hand and helps me off next.

I pop the clip of the straps under my chin, letting them fall loose before I pull the helmet up and off my head. I run my fingers through my hair, trying to tame the knots that had formed during the ride. After a few seconds of — and actually failing — trying to tame the knots, I finally decide to just toss my hair into a high ponytail.

As I’m securing the ponytail holder in my hair, Rafe’s voice catches my attention. “So, was it everything you thought it’d be?”

I finish putting my hair up and turn to smile at him. “Absolutely. That was… So much fun.” I breathe out.

He smiles and takes two long strides toward me, making my breath catch in my throat and my thighs tighten. This man is so fucking sexy it hurts, and the fact that I’m alone with him, it has my heart pounding and my pussy throbbing. But we don’t know one another, nothing would ever happen between us. He was just being nice today, allowing me to ride with him. I bet he does this a lot. I’m nothing special.

Once he stands directly in front of me, I swear my knees almost give out. His intoxicating scent fills my nose, the warmth radiating off his body envelopes me. He reaches his right hand out, pushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

“I gotta say, you looked absolutely beautiful on my bike.”

My heart begins pounding rapidly in my chest, my hands shaking. I swear, this man is going to be my downfall. If he asked me to drop to my knees right here, right now, I don’t think I’d have the strength to tell him no.

I laugh nervously. “Thank you. You don’t look to bad yourself on there.”

A wide grin spreads across his lips, and the sight alone takes my fucking breath away. He cups my cheek with his right hand, brushing his thumb across my skin. “Can I kiss you?”

My eyes go wide. Did the Rafe Cameron just ask if he could kiss me? I have to be dreaming right now. My eyes find his, searching for any sign that he’s just fucking with me. But I never find it. His blue eyes are darkened over, and hold nothing but seriousness in them.

I feel my legs turn to jello, and the only thoughts running through my mind are his lips on mine. His cock buried inside my wet cunt, down my throat. My eyes flick down to his plump lips and back to his eyes. He takes my silence as an invitation, dipping his head down and pressing his lips with mine.

The kiss starts out softly at first, but then he quickly deepens it. His tongue glides across my slightly parted lips, a low groan emitting from his chest before he forces his tongue in my mouth. Our tongues brush against one another, fighting for dominance before he finally wins. My entire body is on fire, my thighs tightening and my arousal soaks my thong. Fuck, I need more of him.

When he finally breaks his lips from mine, we’re both breathing heavily, chests rising and falling as his lust filled eyes search mine. I decide to be bold, the worst he can do is shove me away, right? My right hand slides between our bodies, finding his hard cock and palming him through the rough fabric of his black jeans. He hisses in a breath. “You’re playing a dangerous game, baby. You sure you want this?”

A shiver runs up my spine at the low, raspy tone of his voice. Sexual tension is thick in the cool fall air, making it feel warmer than it is outside. My entire body screaming at me to let him have me, while my mind is screaming to run the other way. I don’t know him. I only follow him on social media. But he’s so fucking sexy. He’s so confident in himself, and I need to feel what it’s like to have him. Even if it’s just a one time thing, even if he is a stranger to me, my body fucking craves him like a drug I can’t get enough of.

My eyes find his and a mischievous smile forms on my lips. “I’m sure.”

I feel his cock twitch beneath the fabric of his jeans, and I smile knowing that it’s me who has this man all worked up. He slaps my hand away from his hard-on, his own hands quickly working the button and zipper of his jeans. He slides the black material down his legs, before shoving his boxers down as well, the material pooled at his feet. His strong hands grip my shoulders, shoving me down to my knees.

I wince when my knees hit the hard concrete beneath me. I shake away the feeling of the rough ground digging into my knees through my jeans, and focus on the hard, long and thick cock that stands erect in front of my face. I bite at my bottom lip before lightly grasping the thick base of him in my right hand. I stroke him softly, running my hands up and down, from the base to the swollen pink tip. Removing my hand, I gather saliva in my mouth and spit down into my palm before gripping him again.

I stroke him softly, toying with the head of his cock before running my hands back down the base. He growls in frustration, his hands falling to the back of my head and gripping at the high ponytail I’d put my hair into. He yanks my head up, forcing my eyes on his. “You like playing games? Suck my fucking cock, baby. Or else I promise, when it comes time to please you, I’ll play the games right fucking back, and you won’t like it when I win.”

I smirk up at him, letting out a small whimper at the tone in his voice and the feeling of his hands in my hair. He loosens his grip on my head, allowing me to drop my head back down. My tongue darts out of my mouth and I lick up the vein that’s on the underside of his cock. He moans when my tongue reaches his tip, now red and angry as precum leaks from it. I slide my tongue over the slit on the tip of his dick, gathering his precum onto my tongue. I close my eyes and hum in appreciation. “You taste so good, Rafe.”

He growls, his fingers wrapping around my ponytail once more and shoving my mouth onto his cock. He shoves himself all the way down my throat, pulling a small gag from me. I look up at him through my lashes, his head is thrown back, eyes squeezed shut. His adam’s apple bobs in his throat when he swallows. Slowly, he pulls my head back, strings of my saliva coating his dick.

“‘M gonna fuck this pretty mouth, then, I’m going to bend you over this fucking bike and take you from behind. Alright?”

I whimper in response and he lets out a dark laugh. I suck in one more breath before he shoves himself back in my throat. Tears fill my eyes as I breathe through my nose. His thrusts are harsh and sloppy, his tip repeatedly abusing the back of my throat. But I don’t fucking care. This man can fucking ruin me, and I’ll thank him when he’s done.

The sounds of my gags and his grunts fill the air as he continues to abuse my throat. His thrusts begin to grow sloppier, his dick swelling in my mouth. I feel him twitch inside my mouth and then he’s yanking my head back, spit attached to his dick and my mouth go flying at his roughness.

I suck in an appreciative breath of air, my hand over my chest as it heaves up and down. He wraps his fingers around my left arm, pulling me to my feet and turning me so my back is to him. “Jeans down, now.” He demands, and I quickly obey.

My jeans are pooled at my feet, the only thing left covering me from him is the black lace thong I chose to wear today. I gasp loudly when I feel his hand slap harshly against my ass, the sting it left behind delicious. He runs his fingers over my clothed pussy, and I can’t contain the moan that slips free. “You’re fucking soaked, baby. All f’me?”

I nod my head, tears falling past my lower lashes. “Yes. Fuck, yes. All for you, Rafe.”

His fingers slide my panties to the side, baring my soaked pussy to him. I hear him groan from behind me. “Such a pretty pussy, baby. I can’t wait to feel it squeezing my cock.”

He runs his fingers through my wet folds, gathering my arousal on them before he shoves to inside me without warning. I cry out, my back arching and allowing him better access. He slowly pushes two thick digits in and out of me, his thumb pressed firmly against my clit and rubbing lazy circles around it. “So fuckin’ tight, baby. Gotta stretch you out before I shove my cock inside you, think you can handle a third finger?”

I whimper, my head falling forward and dangling over the other side of the bike. “Yes.” I say breathlessly.

He lets out a low growl before adding a third finger into my sensitive pussy. “That’s it baby girl, take my fingers. You’re almost ready for my cock.”

Whimpers and whines fall from my lips, my hips roll against his hand, fucking myself onto his fingers. The squelching noise my pussy makes while his fingers fuck me have my mind going fuzzy and my toes curling within the confines of my high top converse.

I feel myself clench tightly around his fingers as that warm feeling builds inside me. My orgasm nearing. I clench around him again, my legs shaking uncontrollably as I come undone around his fingers.

He quickly pulls his fingers from inside me, the hand that was just fucking me slaps harshly at my now overly sensitive cunt, making me scream. “Fuck me, Rafe! I need you inside me, now! Please..? Please fuck me.”

He chuckles, and I turn my head to see him with the three fingers he just fucked me with shoved into his mouth. He sucks and licks them clean, pulling them out and giving me a mouth watering smirk. “Taste so fuckin’ good. Gonna have to take you home with me after this and devour that sweet cunt of yours.”

I sigh in frustration, wiggling my ass back and forth, silently begging him to fuck me. I hear him step toward me, and then I feel his swollen head running through my slick folds. His head teases at my entrance before he slowly pushes it inside me. “Fuck!” I shout, and he chuckles. He slowly pushes himself inside me, inch my inch until he’s buried inside me, his balls lightly brushing at my sensitive clit.

He groans. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight. Pussy feels s’good wrapped around my dick.”

I let out a soft whine when he slowly pulls himself from inside me, slamming himself back in seconds later. His hands find my hips, gripping them tightly as he begins to roughly fuck himself into me. My tits are smushed against the seat of his bike, my head dangling over the other side as my hands grip at the foot peg in front of me for balance.

Each push and pull of his cock has me seeing stars, my legs turning to jello once more. A feeling of pure euphoria washes over me, and I know my second orgasm is about to explode from me. “Goddamnit, Rafe! ‘M so close, so fuckin’ close!”

One harsh thrust has the band snapping and my pussy pulsing. My second release washes over me. I lift onto the tips of my toes, screaming his name out to the world as I come undone around his thick cock.

He doesn’t let up, he continues pounding into me ruthlessly. My body goes numb, my brain foggy and blood rushing to my ears. All I can hear are the sounds of his balls slapping against my pussy and the wet, squelching noise my pussy makes with each push and pull of his hips. He lies his front on top of my back, his lips ghosting over my ear as he whispers. “Hope you’re on birth control, ‘cause I’m coming in this sweet fucking cunt.”

I whine, my eyes rolling into the back of my head when I feel his cock swell inside me. He places a hot kiss on the sweat slick skin of my neck, his teeth sinking into the skin when his dick twitches inside me. He lets out a low groan, thrusting forward once more before he still inside me, letting the hot, white ropes of his cum spill inside me. Marking me with his seed.

He lies on top of me for a few seconds, breathing heavily before he slowly pulls himself from inside me. A shudder wracks my body at the feeling of his thick cock sliding out, leaving me feeling empty and suddenly cold.

He pulls something from his bag, bringing it between my legs and wiping me clean. I look at him from behind my shoulder, and give a small smile. Once he’s finished cleaning me up, I fix my panties and lean forward to pull my jeans back up my legs. It’s awkwardly silent, and that alone makes me uncomfortable. Does he regret what we just did? Does he wish he didn’t have to make the awkward ride back with me back to my place?

All the thoughts running through my mind vanish when I feel his lips on mine. “Stop that.” He says once he pulls away.

I frown. “Stop what?”

His hands cup my cheeks and he smiles down at me. “Thinking. I can see it written all over your face.” He pauses, kissing the top of my forehead, and the act alone has my stomach erupting with butterflies again. “I meant what I said, I’m taking you home and devouring that sweet cunt, you got a thirty minute ride to prepare yourself for a long night baby.” He says with a wink, and then he turns to get us ready for the ride back to his house.

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[riiwrites]

boyfriend!dazai who…

a/n : for my love @perfectlyjollyland who requested this ages ago but i didn’t see until recently because i only pay attention to my inbox! im so sorry ill be checking comments too next time, hope you’re well! <3

a/n : also i hope you’re okay with the pre-boyfriend/before boyfriend part, i just thought that’d be cute i love lovesick!dazai sooo much.. more boyfriend dazai under the cut!!

chuuyas version | atsushis version

dividers used belong to @/benkeibear

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pre-boyfriend!dazai who at the start asks you for a double suicide (as per usual), but when you give him the cutest smile and giggle and say no, he knows he’s too deep in now.

pre-boyfriend!dazai who becomes head over heels when he first meets you and now has a new mission, making you reciprocate those feelings.

pre-boyfriend!dazai who loves the cliches, the random ‘anonymous’ love notes on your desk when you’re at work or the random flowers delivered to your workplace/home - he loves it all.

pre-boyfriend!dazai who respects your boundaries if you were to tell him to lay off or if he was making you uncomfortable.

pre-boyfriend!dazai who finally gives up..gives up throwing hints and just decides to take his shot.

“So..say, if a handsome stranger who’s kind of not a stranger since you know him as an acquaintance asks you out because he’s given up with all of the deadpanned hints he’s been giving you for the past few months but he’s kind of scared of being rejected..what would you say?”

You stare him with a few blinks as he looks at you with a great smile on his face, although you can see subtle drops of sweat dripping down the side of his temple.

"..Is this said handsome stranger you, perchance?”

Dazai let’s out a single laugh, placing his hands on his hips.

“Ha! How bold of you, though..I am charmed your first thought of this handsome stranger would be me, bella~” He coyly smirks, closing his eyes in what you can’t tell is either pride or suspense.

You furrow your eyebrows with a little smile, fixing up your paperwork as you place them on the desk. “No, I just figured since it was you who’s been leaving such persistent and eager notes on my desk as of late.”

You watch his expression slightly change as he lets out a cough of embarrassment, locking eyes with you now.

“Well..” He starts, then gives up halfway through.

“..Is it a yes?”

pre-boyfriend!dazai who not only is taken by surprise by your response, but his heart does a few jumps in joy as his efforts became a success, making him now your boyfriend.

boyfriend!dazai who has his hand down your back pocket whenever you two are walking together.

boyfriend!dazai who’s love language is both physical touch and acts of service, always having his hands on you in the littlest way and also providing the most he can to his s/o.

boyfriend!dazai who has the reputation of being quite the flirtatious one, gives it up to his precious s/o.

boyfriend!dazai who googles cheesy and dirty pickup lines to try and rizz you with, always ending them in a winky face.

boyfriend!dazai who sends you little messages every day now that he has your number, little words of affirmations and talks to get you ready for your days.

boyfriend!dazai who if he had a tiktok account he’d make slideshows of you two and repost videos of couples relating to you two.

boyfriend!dazai who you spend all of your holidays with, especially christmas and new years.

boyfriend!dazai who practically lives at your house now, but nobody’s complaining.

boyfriend!dazai who has a box of every little thing you’ve given him, so when he’s feeling down he can look at it and smile.

boyfriend!dazai who tries to keep you away from his past, to protect you from the ugly truth.

boyfriend!dazai who opens up about oda, not all of it but most of it since he believes oda would’ve liked you.

boyfriend!dazai who takes you to the places he has the fondest memories in. the lupin bar, the art gallery, the agency.

boyfriend!dazai who appreciates the little things, as he’s not someone who can afford much he tries to give you the best he can.

boyfriend!dazai who always argues that he loves you more trying to get the last word and when you think you have it, you hear a little mumble of “I love you more” as you walk away.

boyfriend!dazai who loves your hands, tracing the lines of your palm and fingers and creating little shapes on them makes him feel at peace.

boyfriend!dazai who can be possessive but in a good way, he has good reasons to be possessive.

boyfriend!dazai who when he sees someone give you a half lidded smirk or bedroom eyes, he gives them a deadly stare that could imprint on their skull as he wraps an arm around your waist.

boyfriend!dazai who constantly babbles on about you at work with the agency, always telling Atsushi about the cutest things that you did the night before or what you did the day before that.

“Ahh..and the way they just clench their fists at their sides when they are angry with me! Ah~ I could melt..”

“That’s..really nice, Dazai-san..”

“Oh! And the way they grab my hand so tightly when we’re in public ahhh~ I could melt!”

“D-dazai-san..-“

“Ahhh, and the way the-“

boyfriend!dazai who ends up with about 14 wounds all over his body because of kunikidas beatings..kunikida says he’s lucky it wasn’t 15.

boyfriend!dazai who you take care of at his lowest.

boyfriend!dazai who sometimes can’t understand why you put up with him, but you reassure him with words and kisses all over his face.

boyfriend!dazai who peppers your face with kisses back and gives you a small smile despite how sad he can feel.

boyfriend!dazai who watches the fireworks with you and doesn’t think of going out just as beautifully because why would he let such a precious thing slip out of his hands like that?

boyfriend!dazai who doesn’t care about himself or his mental health, but cares the most about yours.

boyfriend!dazai who once felt like he was drowning, but then found his light to the surface who has a smile of diamonds and a heart of gold.

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[luvelve]

˚ · . lucky strike - c. seungcheol

summary: your first time giving head to anybody and lucky for you, that anybody happens to be your boyfriend seungcheol. you’re kinda nervous because unlike you, this isn’t his first time.

pairing: bf!seungcheol x afab!reader

genre: smut (18+ minors dni!)

wc: 2.9k+ (got carried away again :<)

warnings/tags: making out, oral (m receiving), dirty talk, lots of praise, softdom-ish!cheol, shy & inexperienced reader, bigdick!seungcheol, mentions of food & alcohol, seungcheol & reader are a bit tipsy, use of petnames (baby, angel, pretty), throatfucking, gagging, crying, finger sucking, cum eating

a/n: this is tiktok’s fault for always showing me “he’s the type to talk u through it” type of men. and to me, that sounded like none other than choi seungcheol !! so here we are. forgive me for any warnings i may have missed :< as always, likes/reblogs/feedback are highly highly appreciated ok bye <3

it’s been bugging you for weeks now. it first crossed your mind when you and seungcheol were driving home from a night out with close friends and it just dawned on you how you and seungcheol haven’t done anything yet. well, aside from making out.

seungcheol had told you from the beginning of your relationship that he wanted to take it slow with you. he didn’t want to do anything that would make you uncomfortable. he also told you that things would fall into place eventually and that there was no need to rush. you loved that about him.

but, being the massive over-thinker that you are, you also can’t help but compare yourself to your other girlfriends who have been in longer relationships and what they have possibly already done with their boyfriends.

you feel like you’re ready to do more with seungcheol and that you’re not just pressured by the people around you. you so badly want to bring this up to him but every time you try, you end up steering away from the topic.

the wall clock reads twenty minutes past nine; it’s a friday night and you and seungcheol are in his apartment already in your pyjamas when you should be dressed for a fancy dinner, stuffing yourself with pasta and wine somewhere in hongdae.

it’s been snowing nonstop these past few days and even on the one day that you and your boyfriend reserve every week to go on a dinner date, whether it be at the fanciest restaurant seungcheol can get a reservation at or the mcdonald’s just a few blocks down from his apartment, mother nature just won’t let up.

the two of you were left with no choice but to cook the ramyeon in seungcheol’s pantry. you also thought it’d be a good idea to bust out the remaining bottles of peach and grape flavored soju that had been left over from your camping trip over a month ago.

that was all over an hour ago, soup bowls and chopsticks long forgotten on the table, soju bottles empty, with some random sitcom playing on netflix in the background. you now find yourself on the couch straddling seungcheol’s lap, with your lips heavy on his. both of his hands resting on your waist, just above the band of your his boxer shorts.

breathy moans erupt from the base of his throat and it makes you dizzy. his plump cherry lips find your ear, your jaw, and your favorite spot: your neck.

"baby..." he whispers in between kisses, his hot breath against your skin sends shivers down your spine. all you can do is look at him with heavy-lidded eyes and continue kissing him, but this time sloppier and more desperate. seungcheol notices this and matches his pace with your own, your tongues fighting for dominance.

you don't know if its just you or the alcohol that's in your system, but you know that you want to do more than just kiss seungcheol tonight. plus the fact that you can practically feel his bulge growing under you isn’t helping either.

"nng.." you groan, breaking away from his lips momentarily and resting your forehead on his. your jaw falls slightly open, trying to find the right words to say and immediately, there's worry and confusion painted on seungcheol's face.

"baby, what's wrong?" he says in a hushed manner, his right comes up to your cheek.

“angel, did i do something? hey, you can tell me. hmm?” he adds, not breaking eye contact with you. he carefully fixes his position on the couch, not wanting to bother you.

“i… i-uhh…” you cut yourself off, you’re not nervous but you do want to be careful of how you say it. seungcheol looks at you with his big wet baby cow eyes, silently telling you that you can tell him anything.

“okay… so i couldn’t be more grateful for you wanting to take things slow with the both of us. i mean, really. a-and while i love love being with you like this.. like this close to you…” you trail off, hoping he understands or at least has a bit of an idea of where this is going. you kinda hate how he’s not breaking eye contact, you can practically feel his gaze burning holes into your skin.

“mhmm…” he hums in agreement, biting down on his lower lip as he tries to suppress a smile. he does know where this conversation is going but he wants to hear it from you. his hand falls to the small of your back and he caresses gently, you can feel the callouses of his hands through the thin fabric of your sleeping shirt.

“i feel like i’m ready to… you know… do more with you.” you add, feeling your cheeks and ears heat up. you slouch so you can hide in the crook of seungcheol’s neck but he stops you from doing so. “hey hey, i wanna see your face.”

“so is that what my pretty girl really wants, hmm?" he exhales, the sweet look on his face now wiped away. he sits a bit upright, looking at you with dark eyes. you've never seen him this enamored by you, almost like he's hypnotized, and you haven't even done anything yet.

you only give him a slight nod, your breathing getting heavier, feeling like your heart's about to jump out your chest. again, you don't know what's gotten into you but downing soju in such little time definitely fuels what you're about to do next.

you move your hands from seungcheol's chest and onto his shoulders for stability as you rock your hips back and forth. you start slow and then pick up the pace when you see him lean back onto the couch and close his eyes for a few seconds with his jaw slightly open. you can feel his length get harder each passing second and it sends a pool down your panties.

you lean in to kiss him on the spot near his ears and on his neck and this sends shockwaves through his entire body. he feels like his dick is about to explode and all he wants to do right now is pick you up and lay you onto your stomach so he can have his way with you. but, for now he wants to savor this moment with you.

“mmh, just like that, angel.” he says softly, draping one arm over the couch and the other still holding on to your hips to help keep you stable. his words make you feel good, reassuring you that you’re doing something right despite never having done this before.

your right hand then leaves his shoulder and reaches down to massage the growing bulge under his sweatpants. you look down at him with hooded eyes, hand palming over his cock that’s dying to be sprung free.

“baby, can i put it in my mouth?” you ask. seungcheol’s turned on but also completely thrown off because if anything, he wanted to taste you first. aside from wanting to throw you around and bully his length into you, he’s always dreamt of being in between your thighs and tasting your sweet juices all while you tug at his hair as his name rolls of your tongue.

"i-uhh, baby are you sure you wanna do this? he replies, pushing his own fantasies aside first because he only wants to do more with you only if you're sure you want to. "yeah, i know i wanna do this. i've thought about it for quite some time now." you clarify. and that’s enough for seungcheol.

“okay, angel. i just wanted to hear it from you again." he claims, eyes fixated on yours. he quickly catches your lips for a deep kiss, you can feel the want that radiates off of him. he then interrupts, "although i was hoping that i'd be the first to... go down on you."

while his offer does sound nice and tempting, the thought of you being naked for the first time in front of seungcheol does intimidate you a little bit. not to mention that he's your first boyfriend. you think that it'll help ease your nerves and make you more comfortable if he goes first. a win-win situation, you tell yourself.

"well, i really like how that sounds... but i'm just super a little shy to.. y'know. be naked and all." you admit, struggling to maintain eye contact with him. seungcheol doesn't know whether to be mad, disappointed, or annoyed at himself because you feel this way. he thinks that he may have failed at being your boyfriend because you don't feel entirely comfortable around him. you immediately notice the shift in his face and quickly say something, "and it has nothing to do with you, i promise! it's just... i-i've never done this before." you run your thumb over the pout that's slowly forming on his lips.

you further explain the win-win situation that you came up with and seungcheol quickly processes your words and doesn't feel too bad about it anymore.

"so... will you let me?" you add, referring to your question earlier. he doesn't even have to think about it, and immediately agrees. "baby, i'd be stupid to not say yes."

"i'm gonna need a little bit of help though..." you whisper, looking at him with dark eyes and once again reaching down to continue palming his clothed cock as if nothing happened. "don't worry angel, i got you. we can go slow, yeah?" his voice breathy, and at this point he's already putty in your hands.

you're quick to get off seungcheol's lap and get on your knees in front of him. you're feeling nervous but also excited at the same time and so you reach for the band of his sweatpants to pull them down. he sees this and helps you, his hands hovering over yours as you do so.

despite this being your first time, there's still desperation in your actions. the way your dainty little fingers grab hold of his sweatpants and the way you look at seungcheol. as you pull his sweatpants down, you fail to muffle a gasp. fuck, he's bigger and thicker than you imagined. you already know that it's going to be a struggle holding him and putting him in your mouth. you feel your panties getting soaked at the sight of his throbbing cock in front of you.

seungcheol sits and watches you eagerly, his thick thighs spread out for you and his length already coated with precum. you sit on your heels, still admiring how heavy his cock is. "something wrong, baby?" he furrows his eyebrows, his eyes locked on yours. you don't know how else to put it so you tell him straight, "nothing, you're just... big."

he grins and even laughs a little, "i know you can take it." and so you do, you take the base of his cock into your hand and attach your lips onto his tip. you lower your head to get more of him into your mouth but you struggle to do so. you’re not entirely sure that what you’re doing is correct but you continue your actions. you come back up to swirl your tongue around his tip and seungcheol closes his eyes, "mmh, fuck. just like that, angel. slowly." he's so turned on by the sight in front of him that he can't even bring himself to close his eyes for too long.

he leans forward to gather your hair to one side and to press a quick kiss to your lips, practically tasting himself. you don't stop pumping his cock and so he moans into the kiss, feeling the vibrations erupt from his throat. he leans back onto the couch, and your mouth is wrapped around him again. your hand is settled at the base of his cock, stimulating him as much as you can while you cover his tip in spit. "use both hands, baby." he suggests, and so you do.

seungcheol watches as your hands and mouth move up and down in harmony and it's taking everything in him not to cum right now with your mouth so pretty around his throbbing cock. you take more of him into your mouth and your eyes are welling up trying to do so. his tip hits the base of your throat and he feels it when you gag. he expects you to stop but instead you keep him there for a few seconds until you have to gasp for air and you feel his body shudder at your actions. "angel, you're sure this is your first time?" he asks, gathering just enough breath.

"mhmm.." you swallow, looking up at him with sweet and not so innocent eyes, shooting him a shy smile. you're hit with a wave of confidence by seungcheol's words. he quickly lifts his left hand to push his thumb into your mouth, wanting to feel your tongue. he feels selfish, as if you sucking him off isn't already enough, but he just has to. you follow him by sucking on his finger without hesitation, doing the same things that you were doing to his cock a few moments ago. "fuuck, you're so pretty like this." he thanks his lucky stars because he has absolutely no idea what he's done to deserve you and what you’re doing to him right now.

your mouth returns to his cock, where your hands are still stroking him up and down. you make it your mission to make him cum tonight, wanting to see him all breathy and speechless. your hands and mouth increase their speed, and so does seungcheol's breaths. you can tell he’s close because his chest is rising and falling faster and you’re pretty sure the neighbors can hear the lewd noises spilling from his mouth. you wrap your mouth around him again and again, your head bobbing up and down while you look at him through your long lashes, slowing down your pace for a few seconds to tease him just a bit. where the hell did she learn to do that? he thinks to himself.

all seungcheol wants to do now is pick you up and throw you onto the couch so he can return the favor, but he wants to give this to you. he wants you to finish what you started, because he knows it’ll make you feel good. “taking me so well, baby. doing so good f’me.” the praises rolling off his tongue as he runs one hand through his hair.

seungcheol can feel himself getting closer and closer to his high and so your hands work double time twisting his cock. you spit on his tip and sink your head down, his cock bottoming in your throat again. as you come back up for air, he quickly bucks his hips up to chase the feeling as he’s on the brink of his orgasm. you can’t help but let out a small choke with tears falling from your eyes. “-m sorry, angel. couldn’t help it.” he quicky apologizes. “s’okay…” you reply with a sweet smile.

“hmm fuck, i’m gonna cum. you ready for me, angel?” he trails off, taking control as he strokes himself and his length just inches from your face. you watch him as his big hand goes up and down his cock at an erratic pace. you lift your hands up to rest them on his knees but seungcheol has other plans in mind. “uh-uh, hands on your sides.” he says firmly, and you comply. he wishes he could take a picture of you right now, obeying him and being his good girl.

“open your mouth.” seungcheol adds, his demeanor now completely different but you love that he has two different sides to him when it’s just the two of you behind closed doors. your jaw quickly falls into an ‘o’ and soon after, seungcheol reaches his high. he feels his orgasm throughout his entire body, fireworks shooting down all the way to his ankles. his vision goes white and his body writhes in pleasure. white ribbons of his cum shoot out from his tip and onto your face and in your mouth. you feel the warm liquid on your tongue and you don’t know whether to spit or swallow.

you close your mouth just enough that your lips don’t touch, the salty liquid resting on your tongue. you wait for seungcheol to come down from his high, his breathing getting slower as his hand moves from his cock and onto his thigh. your chest swells with pride because you couldn’t believe what you just did to him. your eyes are focused on him as he leans forward, “you can spit or swallow baby, it’s up to you.” he says, and you feel his breath fan over your face as he brings his hand up and uses the pad of his thumb to wipe off the cum that’s on your cheek and just below your lip.

you finally close your mouth and swallow his salty release, completely tasting him. he watches as your adam’s apple bobs up and down as you do so. “good girl.” he comments, ultimately sending butterflies to your stomach. seungcheol then wastes no time to connect his lips with yours, tasting a little bit of himself. this time around, you’re the one moaning into the kiss and biting his lower lip. he deepens the kiss, holding your cheek to get better access. it’s not rushed though, it’s one that says ‘thank you’ for giving me the best head of my life.

he pulls away and you feel his arms at your sides, pulling you up. he slots you between his thighs, your knees sinking down onto the couch and he looks up at you. “your turn?”

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𝐈𝐃𝐆𝐀𝐅 || 𝐉𝐎𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖

i am suffering from the worst writers block ever! i only really had inspiration to write this fic in general so updates on my other requests and fics will take a little more time :)

IDGAF means “i don’t give a fuck” by the way for those who don’t know. I also had to research an appropriate job description this reader can brag about, enjoy! ;)

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Joe Burrow x Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You notice the Bengals’ new staff member flirting with your boyfriend, however, Joe thinks that you are acting childish for saying so— you decide to show Joe that you didn't give a fuck.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 18+ mature content, cursing, in denial!Joe, light angst, fluff, flirting, arguing, jealousy?, established relationship, party setting, mentions of alcohol consumption, slight sexual tension, some dirty talking, smut?, pda, allusion to sex, sexual tension, no cheating!, badass!reader, slight groveling, paparazzi

𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐜. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The speakers were blaring all throughout the club— the colorful flashing lights danced across each and everyone’s skin as it circles the place.

Sitting with your legs crossed you giggled as you listened to one of your closest friend rant about a recent embarrassing moment that happened to her at her office— you are currently surrounded by the entire Cincinnati Bengals team at the VIP area of the club— the staff, crew, coaches, players, and their significant others celebrating their win at the AFC Championship not long ago.

You were sitting prettily next to a couple of WAGs wearing a copper halter neck jumpsuit that hugged your body in the right places, showcasing your curves while accentuating your height— alternating from taking a sip from your drink and nodding to what your friends were discussing, not long after, you felt a familiar warm heat land on your upper thigh.

Looking to your right, you were met with your boyfriend, Joe who was busy speaking with Sam and Tee— his eyes trained on them, however, his large hands was on your right thigh, running his hands up and down, occasionally squeezing it from time to time.

Joe was a very private person especially when it comes to his personal life. So he is not the type of guy who would do PDA and you were okay with that— it was never really your goal to flaunt your relationship with Joe out in the open— in fact, you enjoy the moments you have in private, the Joe you and only you can see.

“You should send me that video. It sounds way too good to be true.” you chucked, brushing the strands of your hair away from your face as you jokingly pointed at your friend— teasing her about the failed tiktok she attempted to do in her office that her boss caught her doing.

“If I do, you’ll have to do it with me.” She laughs.

Before you could reply back, Joe interrupted you from your conversation, “Babe, I’d like you to meet someone.” He said.

Turning to look at your boyfriend, you were met with an unfamiliar redhead.

“This is, Stacie— she is the new athletic trainer of the team.” Joe introduced her.

Getting a good look at the girl, she was pretty, Stacie was a little bit shorter than you, with red hair that was curled behind her, she was wearing a white dress, and she had a huge smile on her face that rubbed you the wrong way— you were all for women supporting women but you can smell bitches from a mile away.

It’s a talent.

It was a self defense mechanism.

You grew up in a well-off family— that only meant fake friends, fake love, fake sympathies, fake laughs— fake smiles. Growing up in such way you have learned to spot the difference from the people who genuinely enjoy your company and the people who wanted to be best friends because your dad drove a Rolls Royce.

“Hi, Stacie. I’m Y/N, nice to meet you.” you greeted her with a soft smile that funnily enough was as fake as hers.

“Do you also work for the Bengals? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around the facility.” Stacie asked, turning her head to look at you and then at Joe.

“No, I don’t work there— I’m Joe’s girlfriend.”

And just like that her plastered smile faltered by a second— a twitch that only you managed to catch.

“Stacie has been helping me with my knee a lot.” Your boyfriend chimes in making the redhead peer up at the quarterback in awe at the acknowledgment, you could practically hear her purring.

Shaking your head off those thoughts, you took a deep breath and managed to give Stacie a real smile, “Thank you, I’m glad he’s in good hands.” I nodded at her, cause at the end of the day, she was good at her job— she wouldn’t be qualified for hire if she wasn’t. That’s all you cared about— that Joe was being taken care of, especially when it comes to his injuries.

You trusted Joe with every ounce of your being and he trusted you— there was no reason for you to nitpick on every little detail you find off from that woman. You trusted your boyfriend’s judgement, and knowing Joe, you know how hard it is for him to trust people as well— so as long as he thinks she’s cool then you’re cool.

You were rising above.

“Oh, he’s in very good hands.” Stacie giggled before running her hand up and down your boyfriend’s bicep.

Looking towards Joe, he simply chucked in response.

You could feel your eye twitch.

You were rising above— You repeated in your head as if it was some sort of mantra.

Joe was being nice. That’s it. He is a nice man.

“So, Y/N, right? Let me tell you— I have been enjoying my time as an AT for the Bengals. Joe has been doing so well and has helped me feel right at home.” She giggles again before continuing, “I’m sorry, I’m talking too much about myself. How about you? What do you do?” She asks.

What do I do?— Joe fucking Burrow that’s what.

“I’m a creative director” you sipped on your drink side eyeing Joe as he laughs with Ja’marr— still refusing to acknowledge the fact that Stacie’s hand was still on him.

“Aw, that’s cute. For who?” she raised her eyebrow, taunting you as she feigned interest.

“Vogue.”

That seems to shut her up for the meantime.

You weren’t one to brag about the achievements and blessings in your life but she was pushing your last buttons— Joe included.

“I’ll go grab a drink.” Stacie told Joe as if he cared where she was headed.

You silently watched her walk towards the bartender before making your way closer to Joe who turned towards you in time. Your boyfriend eyed you up and down before placing a kiss on the temple of your forehead.

“You look like you were having fun with Stacie, If I wasn’t mistaken it seems like you found another best friend, huh?” Joe moved closer towards you as you stoically stared at him.

“It sounds like you are mistaken cause I wasn’t having fun at all.” You said to him in a lighthearted way, almost sarcastic as you watched his eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“You’re not having fun, baby?” Joe questions circling his arms around your waist.

“I was having fun— not with her though and I don’t think we’ll be friends anytime soon.” You shrugged not bothering to explain as you laid your head on his chest.

“What do you mean?”

Rolling your eyes, you lifted your head to look back up at the quarterback, “Joe, she clearly has a thing for you, she’s been flirting at you the entire time— right in front of my face too.” you sighed.

Joe simply shook him head, “She wasn’t, babe. She was just being nice.”

“Oh, I didn’t know being nice involved caressing someone’s bicep in front of that someone’s girlfriend.” You said sarcastically as you pushed yourself off of Joe’s embrace.

“Babe, she’s a touchy person that’s it. That doesn’t mean she was flirting.” Joe runs his hand across his hair frustratedly as he stared at you. You don’t know why Joe is deciding to act stupid— it was either he was playing stupid or he was just stupid and you hoped for it to be the latter— which concluded to Joe being stupid.

You eyed your boyfriend’s innocence, yeah, let’s call it that. Chuckling, you gave Joe a look, “Joe, baby, she’s flirting— hundred percent. She looks at you as if you cured cancer and I don’t blame her. Hell, millions of people look at you that way, Joe and I’m fine with that. My problem with her is the fact that not only was she disrespecting you with her touching but she was also disrespecting me by doing so.”

“Joe, I don’t mind her liking you— I trust you and I know for a fact that you won’t do anything to destroy that trust but what I cannot take is disrespect, Joey you know that.” you finished softly, hoping your boyfriend could take a hint.

“I know that, baby— but I’m just saying she’s a friend who is being friendly that’s it.”

Joe was being stubborn and you don’t think that screaming at him in public was technically “rising above”.

Before you could reply back, Stacie nudges her way between you and Joe— the redhead now had her arms wrapped around your boyfriend’s neck, making Joe lean down to her height so that she can whisper whatever to his ear.

You were pretty sure you had steam coming out of your ears as you watched Joe let her do whatever to him. It takes time for Joe to warm up to people, it took you a year of friendship for him to be even comfortable with you touching him— platonically even.

Now watching your boyfriend have absolutely no problem letting a woman he just met touch him is hurting you.

Zach Taylor calls Stacie over to introduce her to more people, ultimately leaving you and Joe in your seats as you listened to the pumping music in the background that accompanied the ringing in your ear.

“Wow, am I third-wheeling?” you joked, trying to mask the pain and anger lingering in your voice but to no avail it shows.

“What are you talking about, baby?” Joe turns back towards you with a confused yet frustrated look on his face which was pissing you off even more.

“Don’t fucking baby me, Joseph. What the fuck was that? You just let her touch you like that it front of me? I don’t know if you’ve been tackled way too hard today but you have seem to forget that I’m your girlfriend.” You argued, silently thanking the loud music for masking your voice and the dark lights for hiding your now pissed off look.

There were fans all around the bar— thankfully they were outside the VIP lounge but that didn’t stop them from taking pictures and videos of their favorite NFL players— you didn’t need videos of you and Joe fighting in public.

“Again with this? Y/N, seriously you’re being childish— stop being so fucking jealous and for the last time she’s being friendly.” Joe grunts as he finishes his entire drink in frustration.

Childish and jealous

Childish is what your so-called friends would call you back in high school when you confronted them for using you for money. Childish is what they called you when you refused to be their friend anymore. Childish is what your boyfriend of four years calls you for after defending a bitch that was flirting with him.

And jealous?

Bitch please. You were never jealous. Not once were you jealous of anyone in your life. You were the only child in a wealthy family— you had loving parents who spoiled you, you went to the best schools, had the best clothes, you have the best job that people will kill for, you have real friends that cared about you, as much as Joe was pissing you off— he was the best boyfriend.

You weren’t jealous of her, she was jealous of you.

You love Joe with all your being but if he even thinks about cheating on you with her or anyone in that matter— then they can have him.

Yes, he’s the Joe Burrow. The number one overall draft pick, the star player and quarterback of Cincinnati Bengals— but you were you, you were simply better.

And you’ve had it— having the Joe Burrow as your boyfriend has its ups and downs and you've learned to navigate through it together after years and years but this was something Joe needs to figure this out alone since he wants to act dumb.

Joe Burrow have officially crossed you in a way he hasn’t before and after this you know he’s gonna wish he hadn’t.

“Ok. I’m gonna go dance.” you said nonchalantly before leaving your boyfriend alone more confused now than ever as he watches you leave with the a few WAGs to the dance floor which was filled with people.

“Girl, are you ok? That Stacie was flirting with Joe so hard. Did you talk to him?”

“What did Joe say?”

“I swear to God if she makes a move on my man next — she’s gonna get fired.”

“Did you you two fight?”

All the questions being thrown you as you all danced in your own circle. You gave them a brief rundown of what happened they stared at you shocked.

“So? What are you gonna do?” One of them asked.

“Absolutely nothing.” You smiled as you moved your hips around to the beat.

“What?!” A collective response was met with a smirk on your face.

“He’s gonna figure it out all on his own— as of now, I don’t give a fuck.”

As you took on if the girls’ hands, dancing together to Reminder by The Weeknd which was ironically perfect for your situation— you felt heat from the side of your head, you didn’t need to turn around to know that Joe was staring at you— you wanted him to.

“Y/N, Joe is undressing you with his eyes.” one of your friends says nodding towards Joe.

You simply gave her a grin, “I’m hot. Who wouldn’t, honestly?”

“Miss Stacie looks like a kicked puppy and Joe is sat far away from her— seems like your plan is working.”

Of course it is.

You knew that without you next to Joe that Stacie would make her move— that gave your boyfriend all the time in the world to realize that you were right all along.

You feigned innocence, still dancing and singing to the song as one of your friends started to film you and the others.

“Ever time you try to forget who I am, I’ll be right there to remind you again— you know me~” you sang to the camera.

As you continued to dance, Joe couldn’t help but stare at you— a cloud of emotion lingering in him. He was very much in love with you and how good you are at moving your hips, he was guilty for calling childish and arguing with you, he was angry at himself for not believing you, he was also thoroughly furious at Stacie.

As soon as you left to dance, after replying to him unemotionally that scared that absolute shit out of him— Stacie immediately latched onto his side, giggling over something she found amusing that Joe seems to find himself not caring.

“Joe you look really good in this.” She says leaning towards him as she twirled her finger around his chest which ultimately rang red alarms all over Joe’s head— taunting him almost.

“Thanks” Joe says clearly uncomfortable as he politely moved her away from him but to his surprise she moved again towards him again, her mouth now on his ears as she whispered, “Do you wanna go somewhere more quiet, Joey?”

That was it for Joe.

He pushed her off him and quickly stood up— and glared at the redhead, the same redhead he defended to his girlfriend who was convinced she was disrespectful for flirting with him— and she was right.

Y/N is always right and Joe hated himself for not believing his girlfriend of four years.

“Stacie, I have a girlfriend who is not far from here and overall, you technically work for me, so this is unprofessional.” Joe said firmly to the redhead who just stared at him like she didn’t care.

Maybe because she didn’t.

“So? That’s why I asked you if we could go somewhere quiet. No one has to know.” She smirked.

And just like that he lost all the respect he has for her.

“I love my girlfriend and you both disrespected me and her. I’ll be talking with Zach in the morning about this— this is against a lot of the companies rules. I’ll also request for Zach to assign me a different AT— goodbye.” He turned his back towards her and sat himself in between Tee, Sam and Ja’marr who laughed at him.

“Took you long enough.” Ja’marr shook his head looking at him.

“What? How did you know?” The quarterback asks his friends who looked at him as if he was stupid.

He was.

“Everyone could see her flirting with you, man. It was painfully obvious— Zach already said he’s gonna talk to Stacie tomorrow. Don’t think she’ll have a job in the morning.” Ja’marr explained before chugging his drink down.

“And you didn’t bother telling me?” Joe asked exasperated, disbelief in his face as he stared at his friends.

“First of all, you’re a grown man— you should have figured out yourself a long time ago and secondly, your girlfriend told us not to do anything and according to her ‘to let you figure it out’” Tee explained doing air quotes with his fingers.

“She told you?”

“Yeah, we threatened to beat you up when we saw Stacie on you but your girl had other plans.”

Joe remained stunned thoughts circling his head as he watched you grind you hips against the other girls.

“Stop drooling and apologize to her, man.” Sam snapped Joe out of his viewing experience.

Without a second thought Joe’s long legs took him right behind you in just a few strides.

You didn’t need to see who was behind you to know that Joe was towering over you— a familiar heat draws you to him like magnetic, that and your friends gave you cheeky grins and winks before dispersing across the club.

However, you kept your back towards him, refusing acknowledge his presence. Knowing Joe, you knew that he was gonna take you somewhere private and quiet to talk— away from people seeing but to your surprise, Joe wraps his arms around you making you stiffen up before relaxing in his hold.

Joe was dancing behind you.

Good Lord— your handsomely hot boyfriend’s 6’4 stature was grinding onto you from behind.

What in the literal fuck.

“Joe wha– what are you doing?” You managed to choke out as you fought a moan coming out of your mouth as you felt his now hard length grind on your ass.

“Do you feel that? Huh, baby? That’s what you do to me, Y/N.” Joe breathes out into your hair.

“I know but why here? Let’s go somewhere els–” you rushed not wanting your boyfriend to feel obligated to do such things despite his discomfort in public display of affection.

“No. Baby I want to. You’re right, you’re right, you’re right. I’m so sorry, baby. You’re right about everything and I realize that now— you don’t have to worry about her anymore, I’ve dealt with it, my love.”

Turning around to face Joe, you see the sincerity, the vulnerability, the guilt, and anger in his eyes.

You knew he meant every word.

“I was never worried about her. I was worried about you.” You simply answered him, giving him a tight lipped smile, making him lean his forehead onto yours— determined more now than ever to see your real smile.

“I’m sorry for not believing you, I’m sorry for arguing with you and calling you such things, I’m sorry for making you think that I didn’t care— I do, baby. I love you so much.” Joe just kept on going, hoping to see your bright smile back up at him again.

“It hurt you know. It took me years to get you to be comfortable with me— and that’s only for our friendship but then watching you be so comfortable with her in such a short amount of time— it hurt.” you confessed, fiddling with your fingers as you watch the pain fill Joe’s face in the realization.

“I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. I’m sorry— but did you know why I was so uncomfortable with you touching me when we first started hanging out? It was because I was crushing on you hard, Y/N. I new it was you the moment we became friends and every time you hugged me, touched me, kissed me, it felt like I would go insane— I still do.”

Joe caresses your arms as he explains, slowly placing them around his neck as he swayed the two of you slowly— the two of you in your little corner of the club, the dancing bodies of strangers now became nothing but the background.

It was just you and Joe.

“But you know what I realized? Fuck it. I’m sorry it took me four years but fuck it. Who cares if they see us dancing in public? Who cares if videos of us touching each other reaches the internet? Everyone knows we’re dating— who cares? They should be worried about what we do in private.” Joe rants to himself mostly before whispering the last part in your ear— his soft lips kissing your earlobe before making its way down to your neck.

Joe licks and sucks onto the most sensitive part of your neck— marking you for the world to see, knowing very well the amount of fans and paparazzi were waiting for them outside.

“Let me take you home, Y/N. So that everyone will know your mine if they don’t already— I want all of them to know, the fans, the media, that bitch Stacie.” Joe continues before placing a wet kiss on your mouth, your tongues both fighting for dominance, teeth clashing as your lips gets sucked between his— Joe’s hands caressing every part of your body.

“I love you, please let me show you how much.” Joe practically begs making your squeeze your legs together even more.

“Take me home then.” you challenged a devilish smile forming on your face.

And before you know it, Joe was dragging you out of the club not even bothering to say goodbye to everyone— once you and Joe reached the outside, you were greeted by cameras taking pictures of you and Joe— your boyfriend keeps you locked in between his arms as you two navigated towards his car, heading home for the next party to begin.

You were right about one thing today: That Stacie was a two-faced bitch.

However, Joe was right about two things today: One, is the paparazzi did in fact wrote articles about the fresh hickeys on your neck as you and Joe raced out of the club disheveled, ultimately causing a stir in the media— and two, he did in fact love you very very very much and he showed you in a lot of different ways.

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[highvern]

Baby Blues

Pairing: Kim Mingyu x fem!reader

Genre: fluff, domestic!au

Warnings: gross tooth rotting fluff, dad!gyu mom!reader.

Length: ~500

Note: Drunk Goggles couple is back! for a moment! I'm in a bit of a slump and needed something easy and they're so near and dear to my heart. I saw a tiktok of a baby refusing to say dada and i couldn't let it go. threw in some speech development bc im annoying (babies use their lips to say M and B sounds and their tongues to say D which is a skill they develop later)

also GIRL DAD MINGYU SUPREMACY

read more here

“Say da-da.”

“Mama!”

“Your daughter hates me.” Mingyu huffs, head falling to the kitchen table with a thunk. 

Hana delights in her fathers dramatics, squealing her joy while yogurt goes flying. Her chubby fists clap against the plastic table of her high chair and little legs kick out. Mingyu smiles through the pain, never able to truly be annoyed with his favorite person in the world.

Mingyu had been trying to get her to say dada for the better part of an hour. So far each request was either answered with "mama", bubble noises, or unintelligible baby gibberish. You'd simply watched the entire thing unfold from behind your coffee cup, smirking into the rim at Mingyu's desperation.

“Our daughter doesn’t hate you." You say, rolling your eyes. "She’s a baby.”

“No, she hates me. Watch. Say dada, Hana.”

Hana doesn’t pause before shrieking, “Mama!”

“See!” He argues, arms out towards the babbling baby like she's torturing him on purpose.

“She just loves her mama, don’t you Hana?” You coo at her, stroking the top of her head covered in wispy hair as you wipe the mess of drool and her breakfast away.

“Ggggh!”

“Daddy is silly, isn’t he?”

“Bfffff.” Hana spits, ungracefully wiggling in her seat.

Eyes wide, you agree with her ramblings. “Exactly what I was thinking.”

“Hey! Don’t talk about me like I’m not here.” Mingyu pouts.

“We would never!” You give Hana a cartoonish wink that sends her into a fit.

Returning to the sink with dirty dishes, you listen to your husband try desperately to get Hana to say the words he’s been begging to hear since she called you mama for the first time a week ago. Hana humors him, pure sunshine under Mingyu’s constant attention; giggling at his crestfallen face every time like its new.

Deciding to take mercy, you approach Hana’s chair and lift her into your arms. “Gyu watch this. Hana, where’s baba? Baba?” You ask, pointing one of her pudgy fists directly at Mingyu.

“Bah…Bah?”

“She—she said—I’m baba!” Mingyu repeats dumbstruck, staring at your smiling face.  “LETS GO!” He whoops, rising to bolt around the kitchen. Jumping around the room like he won the lottery, fists punching the air in victory. 

It’s the same way he reacted when he found the positive test waiting for him on the bathroom counter almost a year ago. Unfiltered, unadulterated joy. Except there were far more tears when he found out he was going to be a dad, a broken lamp, and a broken couch.

Now, he grins like a mad man, chest puffed in pride that his daughter finally recognized him. As if it was ever a question despite Hana being a spitting image of Mingyu except for her nose which clearly comes from your gene pool. How she screams when he gets home from work and immediately picks her up for smothering kisses like he’d been gone more than a couple hours. Or when you’re all curled up on the couch and she falls asleep on his chest, her mouth open wide as she snores just like the man holding her. And the times all the boys visit to coo over their niece, bribing her with funny faces and silly voices to let them carry her, but the only person she reaches her little arms for his Mingyu.

Hana is Mingyu’s mini me, attached to his hip since her first day. But she's already learning how to get the best of him, no doubt a skill she inherited from you.

You and your daughter cackle in unison as Mingyu sweeps you both into a bear hug, alternating kisses between your lips and Hana’s almost bald head. 

“My girls,” he says with a squeeze, content seeping into his words.

“Mama!”

There's a sigh of resignation, and a nod of his head. “We’ll work on it.”

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[dolene]

TYING YOU TO ME!

summary: nobody knows where the invisible strings could take you to. no one could ever see the threads, but the clues were surely there. you just don't realize it.

four times charles said his happy birthday, one time y/n said it back.

anonymous requested: Hi, sooo since it's my birthday in a couple of days I wanted to request a smau with Charles Leclerc's birthday post for his gf through the years like a childhood friend to lovers kinda thing and the internet is just being obsessed with them.

pairing: charles leclerc x childhood friend!reader

author's note: this is such a sweet request from you nonny! i wish you a happiest and sweetest birthday whenever it is<3

FEBRUARY, 2019

charles_leclerc

liked by arthur_leclerc, and 467,213 others

charles_leclerc It's been a long time since you're becoming my best friend, Y/n. But unfortunately your mama doesn't trust me with your childhood pictures, so she gave me this.

But I wish you the happiest birthday, Mon loulou😉🎂

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yourusername Since when did you becoming poetic like this?

yourusername But OMG thank you, Cha! I LOVE YOUUUUU

username MON LOULOU DAAAAANGGG

username i need to scream to my pillow she's so adorableeeee

arthur_leclerc Believe it or not, I have more of her embarrassing photos

  ⤷ charles_leclerc Send it to my phone now

  ⤷ yourusername You're dead

username i can't believe today is her birthday. happy birthday, y/n

username AWW TOINY Y/NNNNN

landonorris she looks so little (same as today)

oscarpiastri I've never knew this was Y/n until Lily told me it was her. Happy birthday, Y/n. I hope you can be in McLaren next time.

  ⤷ scuderiaferrari Not until we do it faster.

  ⤷ mclaren I love to see you try

username she's so adorable 😍

username I wish my best friend does this

FEBRUARY, 2020

charles_leclerc

liked by carlossainz55, and 594,355 others

charles_leclerc Wishing the happiest of birthdays to the coolest person i know my entire life🎂😄 ＠yourusername

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carlossainz55 I bet that she's cooler than you

  ⤷ charles_leclerc NOBODY is better than the original.

username Shes really cool, now I know why is she called the coolest person he know

  ⤷ username she got that tiktok style

luisinhaoliveira99 Feliz aniversário!!! 😙😙

mickschumacher Thanks for cropping me off the picture 😔👍🏻

  ⤷ yourusername Sorryyyyy

username HAPPYYYY BIRTHDAAAAY

username LITERALLY OBSESSED W THEM

username racer bestie + influencer bestie

username imagine being wished every year like this by charles

charles_leclerc added a photo to their story! 3h

caption: Selfie with the birthday girl

FEBRUARY 2021

charles_leclerc

liked by landonorris, and 639,427 others

charles_leclerc She's a menace. Happy birthday baguette eater.

👤: ＠yourusername, ＠joris__trouche

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landonorris ooohhhh myyyy

username is this the undiscovered dirty self of THE charles leclerc??

username BAGUETTE EATER???????

username idk who's the menace here

yourusername STOPPP😭😭😭

username I can't believe that he is this dirty sometimes

username and lando is the fastest on liking this one yet is making me cry

yourusername YOU PROMISE WOULDN'T POST THIS

  ⤷ charles_leclerc Sorry, can't help it, Arthur said i need to post this

  ⤷ arthur_leclerc THE BETRAYAL

FEBRUARY, 2022

charles_leclerc

liked by lewishamilton, and 882,490 others

charles_leclerc Still be the coolest and the nicest person I've ever had, and now she is my girlfriend. Happy birthday, loulou. ti amerò per sempre.

👤: ＠yourusername

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yourusername anch'io ti amo per sempre😭😭😭😭😭

username Loulou pronounced lulu, that means i'm sleepy so let's sleep and be delulu

lilyzneimer Ahhh happy birthday, sweetheart!

georgerussell63 Happy happy birthday Y/n. have a visit to London, so that Carmen and I could make you some muffins 😉

carlossainz55 Happy birthday Y/n, don't forget to join me and Isa tomorrow!

isahernaez Have the happiest of birthday, Y/n

username 😭😭😭 I still can't believe they're really together

username when will i date my best friend like this

  ⤷ username DONT GIVE ME IDEAS

FEBRUARY, 2023

charles_leclerc

liked by yourusername, and 724,560 others

charles_leclerc A year has passed since the time that I asked you to be my girlfriend. Joris said that he took more, but unfortunately the camera took a swim, and that leave us with this grainy picture.

And anyways, I wish you a marvelous birthday to my beloved girlfriend, ＠yourusername. never change.

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yourusername I LOVE YOU TOOOO CHARLES I'M CRYING SO HARD RN

joris__trouche 😉😉👍🏻

username i love them your honor

username parents

username MAMA Y PAPA😍😍😘😚

lilymhe Charles, I am not aware of your games

username 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

username i need to have it like them because if i'm not i'm going to explode

username EVERY 😭😭 FUCKING 😭😭 YEARS😭😭

username i wanna cry i want this so much

username poetic charles are gonna be my favorite gender fr

username joris when i catch you joris

carmenmmundt Happy birthday to you, Y/n!

nicholaslatifi Oh you Lovebirds... 🥹

OCTOBER 16TH, 2024

yourusername

liked by sebastianvettel, and 859,437 others

yourusername Who knew that this tiny man is once my best friend?

Even though I got my hair slicked back, putting up my fakest smile, and wearing the black dress you hate; I'm still amazed that you were still there for me whenever i could count on you.

And now that you're my boyfriend, I cannot be more grateful for that. Happy birthday, big boy. Je t'aime pour toujours.❤️❤️

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leclerc_pascale 🥳🥳🥳

username WHO'S CUTTING ONION HERE

carlossainz55 I've noticed that you both are doing great with words now, happy birthday, Cabrón.

username a lil spicy on the eyes don't you think

username HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHARLES😭😭😭

landonorris that's cute. happy birthday

username ISN'T😭IT😭 JUST😭SO😭PRETTY😭TO😭THINK😭ALL😭ALONG😭THERE😭WAS😭SOME😭 INVISIBLE 😭STRING😭TYING😭YOU😭TO😭ME😭

username I've had enough, I need to date my best friend

username i'm not yet moved on from charles's birthday wishes to y/n, and now i'm screwed by thinking about this

lewishamilton Happy birthday, mate

scuderiaferrari Have the happiest birthday to you, Champ! ✨❤️

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[lustfulslxt]

can you make a fic where reader has a secret tumblr account and she’s a pretty popular writer for the sturniolo fandom (matt fics only). she also happens to be dating mr matthew 🤭🤭🤭

anyway she gets a shit ton of reqs from an account (u can pick the username lol) and PPL EAT THEM UPPP they’re dirty filthy naughty requests. one day she’s on matt’s phone and sees the tumblr app and confronts him ab it and they both figure out the other one’s lil secret 🤭

Mr. Wrinkleton - Matt Sturniolo

warnings : freaky freaky freaky

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Looking through my recent activity, I can't help the wide smile that covers my face. Writing on Tumblr has honestly been so fun and exhilarating. I'm only in the Sturniolo fandom, specifically for Matthew, my boyfriend. I came across this app while I was scrolling through comments on TikTok. Just from the way people were talking about it, I knew it was a NSFW type of ordeal.  Me being me, I was quick to download it. Let's just say, I do not regret it.

After a couple of weeks of browsing through the Sturniolo hashtag, I decided to go ahead and write something of my own. Simply to say, people ate it up. I find joy in writing half imaginative, half true experiences with my boyfriend, and the love I get makes me proud. Nobody knows Matt and I are together, and even if they did, my account is completely anonymous. I would be mortified if it somehow got out. Matt would probably think I'm a freak, and not a good one.

I have a few 'fans' on my account, some that request a lot of fanfictions. There's one in particular that I love, Mr.Wrinkleton. They send in so many good requests, ones that I love fulfilling. They have a very peculiar imagination, some things I'd love to try with Matt, and some I have tried with him. Thinking back on those moments brings a smile to my lips, those were great nights.

As I lay sprawled out on the bed, Matt sits at his desk, buried in his PC, playing the game with his brothers. He has his headset on, so loud that I can hear the commotion from across the room. Saying that, he can't hear my continuous giggling. Tumblr has definitely become my favorite app, my guilty pleasure.

Setting my phone aside, I saunter over to my boyfriend, placing my hands on his shoulders. He slightly jumps, removing his headset from one ear and shooting me a quick glance before directing his eyes back to the screen in front of him.

"What's up, baby?" He asks, his attention solely on the game. "You good?"

I chuckle, shaking my head. "Yeah, I'm fine."

I plant a short kiss on his cheek, rubbing his chin a bit, and walk towards the bedroom door. With my hand on the doorknob, I turn back to him just before he places his headset back over his ear.

"Do you want anything from the kitchen?" I ask him.

"What?" He asks, only shooting me another quick glance. A second later, he's yelling at the game. "Bro, you're trash! That was such an easy kill!"

Simply rolling my eyes, I walk out the room. As I walk down the hall, I can hear Matt calling for me, but I just head into the kitchen to grab something to drink. I grab me a bottle of water and Matt a can of root beer before making my way back to the bedroom. I walk in, softly shutting the door, and place the can of soda in front of Matt. I'm about to head back to the bed when his hand catches my wrist, halting me in place.

"Thank you, gorgeous." He says, kissing my hand. "Sorry, I'm super invested in this. We're doing so good right now."

"It's all good." I say, placing a kiss on his head, then make my way back to the comfort of our sheets.

As I lay back down, ready to pick my phone up and continue with my naughty secrets, Matt's phone, on the nightstand table beside me, flashes with a couple of notifications.

"Matt, your phone." I say, only to be ignored. "Matt?"

He doesn't budge, so I pick his phone up to give to him, only to freeze when I see the icon on his screen. I know that icon all too well. There's absolutely no way, I must be seeing things. I dramatically wipe my eyes, glancing back on the glowing screen. It's definitely the same. I unlock his phone and read the notification.

Tumblr @flowerxbunnie liked your post: "wow."

My jaw drops, shock evident on my face. Without a second thought, I click the notification. Once it loads, my jaw drops even more. It's one of the fanfictions I wrote. I'm so confused. Matt has a Tumblr account? There's no way. I hesitantly click on his profile, and if it were possible, my jaw would quite literally be on the floor.

Mr.Wrinkleton.

Is this real life? Am I imagining things? Have I been spending too much time on Tumblr? I close the app and it's still there. I open the app, going back to his profile, and it's still there. Matt is Mr.Wrinkleton. Matt's been sending me dirty requests to write fanfiction about him.

Before I can even stop myself, I'm shrieking, "Matt!"

His head snaps to me, confusion ridden on his face. He takes his headset off and turns towards me.

"What's wrong?"

I can't even form words, so I hold his phone out. He sets his headset down and walks over to me, completely unaware of why I screamed his name. Once he grabs his phone and glances at the screen, every ounce of color drains from his face. His eyes are wide as he stares down at the opened app on his phone.

He looks up at me, his mouth formed into an 'O' shape. "Oh my god. Uh-"

"You have a Tumblr account." I state, as if we haven't established that.

"You weren't supposed to see that." He cringes, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head. "Did you read any of that?"

"I didn't have to." I say, because I already knew.

That's when I start hysterically laughing. What are the odds? His face suddenly flushes with a deep red color, his eyes still wide, only now from embarrassment. I can't even form any words because of how hard I'm laughing. I just pick up my phone and open my Tumblr app, handing it to him. His eyes read over the screen, before his head snaps over to me and his mouth is wide open again.

"Are you serious?" He asks, "Am I being pranked right now?"

"Matthew!" I laugh, "You're such a freak!"

Getting over the initial shock, he's now laughing with me. "I'm the freak?! You're the one writing everyone's dirtiest fantasies!"

"Everyone -- including you!" I tease, my laughter growing more.

He nudges my shoulder, his face still beet red, "Shut up!"

Once my giggling subsides, I pull him into me. "So, you like that stuff?"

He swallows, whispering, "Yes."

"Which one's your favorite?" I ask him, my tone soft and sultry.

He shakes his head, an embarrassed smile pulling to his lips. "You're gonna laugh at me."

I pull him onto the bed with me, us sitting side by side. I shake my head, "I would never." Receiving a pointed look from him, that causes me to laugh again, I continue, "Okay, that was different. I just never expected that. But I would never laugh at your fantasies. From what you've requested, they're pretty hot."

He bites his lips, looking down at me, his voice low and husky as he speaks, "Um, that so called witchcraft."

My mouth fell open, surprise taking over my features. I can feel the desire growing between my legs. I love that story, specifically that detail. A sly smirk pulls to my lips as I stare at him. I can tell by the cheeky grin on his face that he can read it all over me, I want to recreate it. He nods his head, beckoning me over to him.

"What about your game?" I ask, standing in between his legs.

"What about it? It'll be there tomorrow." He mutters, running his hands up my shirt.

His cold fingertips trail over my skin, causing me to shiver. He holds my shirt up, peppering soft kisses along my stomach, his tongue trailing in between his lips. His hands run along my back, easily finding the clasp to my bra and unbuckling it. In one swift motion, he pulls my shirt over my head and lets my bra slide down my arms, onto the floor. The cool air hits my nipples, hardening them instantly.

"Such perfect tits." He mumbles, taking them in his hands, massaging them.

"Love your hands on me, baby." I softly moan, indulging in the way he touches me so effortlessly.

He continues groping my boobs and begins kissing all over my stomach, and up my chest. He sticks his tongue out and drags it between the valley of my breasts, causing me to pull my bottom lip between my teeth to minimize the noises threatening to escape. My hands tangle in his hair, softly tugging every so often.

"You don't understand the power you have over me." He groans against my skin, his hands gliding down my body. "Every little thing you do drives me absolutely insane."

A soft moan leaves my mouth at his words. His hands go around to my ass, squeezing my cheeks through my shorts, massaging them in circles. He grabs the waistband of my bottoms and swiftly pulls them down, leaving me in nothing but my panties. His hands trail up my legs, rubbing them from the outside in. The closer he gets to my core, the more desperate I become. The outside of his hand firmly presses against my clothed center as he grazes along my thigh, and I'm suddenly very aware of the damp patch in the cotton fabric.

"Always so easy to get you going." He says, his voice holding a rasp to it.

All that leaves my mouth are small, breathy moans as he continues putting pressure right where I need him. He suddenly stands up, now towering over me. One of his hands wrap around my throat, his other hand full of ass, and he yanks me into him. His lips slam against mine in a hot and needy kiss. Our teeth clash as our lips surround one another, then he shoves his tongue in my mouth, exploring every nook and cranny.

It's always so easy to get lost in his kiss. He never fails to make me feel like I'm floating on clouds, whether it be soft and delicate or wet and sloppy, like right now. It's as if he's sucking my breath from me, and I'm left in a hazy daze, high from the feeling he bestows upon me. Time seems to be standing still around us. After a moment, he pulls away, both of us breathless, strings of saliva connecting our mouths.

"God, I can't wait to make a mess of you." He whispers, his warm breath fanning my face.

He plants a few more kisses on my lips, pulling away to remove his shirt. I gently tug on the waistband of his sweats, indicating I want them off, to which he obliges and strips from them. His hand comes to my face, connecting our mouths once again, his other hand guiding me onto the bed, never breaking our kiss once. He straddles my legs; I can feel his hard on pressing into me. There's only two layers of clothing preventing us from succumbing to our needs, and I know it's only a matter of time before they're lying on the floor with the rest of the discarded items.

Matt pulls away from my mouth, his going straight to my boobs. His lips envelop my nipple, sucking and taking turns between the two. The sensation from his warm, wet mouth on me has me clenching around nothing. Desperate for more, I reach down and grab at his constricted erection. I can feel him throbbing under my touch, and knowing he wants me as bad as I want him turns me to putty.

"Matt." I moan as he grinds his hips against mine, his dick adding much needed pressure to my core.

"Haven't even done anything yet, and you're already a mess under me." He tsks, smirking. "Don't worry, baby. I'm gonna give you what you want."

Without another word, he pulls his boxers down and places his dick on my pussy. He moves back and forth, rubbing over the soaked fabric. My eyes roll to the back of my head as he brushes over my clit, and I can feel myself practically oozing juices. He pulls my panties to the side and continues gliding his dick through my glistening folds.

"So wet and warm for me." He moans.

"All for you. Only you." I agree, my hands gripping the sheets.

Suddenly, he pulls away, causing me to whine at the loss of friction and warmth he provided. He quickly pulls down my panties, throwing them across the room. Sliding up and down my folds a few more times, he's slowly sinking into me. He tosses his head back, a groan emitting from his throat. I squeeze my eyes shut from the pleasure, subconsciously clenching around him.

Placing a hand on my stomach, he starts thrusting in and out, his speed increasing with every stroke. I can't help the moans that fall from my lips, my entire body overcome with ecstasy. He always knows how to make me feel so good. His hand travels up my torso, applying just the right amount of pressure as he goes. His fingers hook into my open mouth, pulling my jaw down, almost as if he was using me as leverage. The moans coming out of me are now broken and muffled seeing as my mouth is now stuffed with his fingers. I take advantage of this and wrap my lips around them, my tongue sliding all around them as I harshly suck.

He bites his lip, suppressing a loud moan, "Fuck. You make me wanna do very dirty things to you."

"What's stopping you?" I moan as his thrusts grew fiercer.

He instantly leans back from me and lifts my legs over his shoulders. He places his hands beside me to hold himself up as he starts drilling into me. The sound of skin slapping echoes around the room, and you can hear how wet I am. He's reaching places only he's ever been, leaving my legs quivering atop of him. My hands grip onto his biceps, my fingernails digging into his skin, surely leaving crescent shapes behind. One of his hands travels between my legs, rubbing fast circles into my clit, causing me to spasm beneath him.

"Oh god." I whine, feeling the intense knot build in my abdomen.

With my repeated clenching around him, his thrusts grow sloppy, and I can tell he's close. Lewd moans leave both of our mouths, our states of mind clouded with bliss. A throaty groan emits from him, before he quickly pulls out and releases his hot load all over my pussy. It feels so good, especially when he rubs his tip over my clit, then pushes back into me.

He only got a few more pumps in when he pulls out with a hiss, "Touch yourself."

I eagerly do as he says, my fingers easily finding my center. Once I come in contact with his cum, I drag my fingers through it, spreading it into my folds. My fingers brush over my clit, causing me to convulse with pleasure. I rub my clit in slow circles, enjoying the feeling of his seed all over me. Gathering more of his nut, I plunge two fingers into my entrance with a loud moan.

Matt's gaze hasn't left me this entire time, his dead eyes full of lust. I notice him repeatedly lick his lips, as if he wants to dive in and devour me, watch me come undone on his tongue. I fuck my fingers into my pussy, eliciting pornographic moans from me. Like he can't take it anymore, Matt removes me hand and replaces it with his own. Two of his fingers pumping in and out of me while his thumb rubs my clit. My entire body is shaking underneath him. He always knew how to make me feel good, better than I ever could. He knows my body inside and out, knowing exactly what to do to make me unravel. And sure enough, the pressure building in my stomach grows until it ruptures.

"Oh, my fucking god." I moan out, my back arching from the bed as I release onto his hand.

He continues fucking his fingers into me a few more times, before pulling out, "Such a pretty sight."

I am spent. Falling back into the bed, I attempt to catch my breath. Watching Matt with tired eyes, I see him slip his two fingers into his mouth, sucking our mix of fluids off. He leans over me and takes me in for a deep kiss, his tongue sliding all over mine, our blended concoction melting into my mouth. I can't help but moan into the kiss.

He then collapses next to me, immediately pulling me into him. "How about whenever we have something new in mind that we want to try, we just give it a shot rather than searching for it in fiction?"

"Agreed." I breathe, weakening into his embrace. 

Thank god for Tumblr. 

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Auralism

✨️Kink Education with Elizabeth✨️

Does this tiktok do something to you?

If you listen to his voice and suddenly feel true sexual arousal, you may have a form of Auralism. Auralism is the sexual arousal to sound. It could be voices, music, an ASMR trigger, etc. The most common in females is arousal from voices, and that's what I will be working with today. So, whoever your dream man saying "Hello Feyre Darling," is, I need you to think about him as you are reading this.

Auralism is a way of practicing what sex experts call "mindful sensuality" or the practice of using certain skills to enhance emotional and mental erotica. This typically involves using more senses than just touch and vision. Auralism focuses on specifically the sound aspect and a bit of imagination.

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As always, NSFW below the cut

Rhysand x Reader

Warnings - degradation, dirty talk, slight voyeurism, inferred poly!batboys

Being High Lady of the Night Court held several responsibilities, but your least favorite was, and would always be, the Court of Nightmares. 

Rhys kissed you one more time as the doors to the throne room sat closed. “We'll finish what we started later, I promise. I will not leave you unsatisfied for long.”

Gods, that timber. The purr. You felt his voice setting heat through your body and did the best to push the feeling away. 

Rhys held the wine glass to your lips, watching you drink it as his hand ran the length of your inner thigh. His gaze went back to Keir, his eyes almost narrowing. “The High lady looks beautiful tonight, nephew.” 

You felt the predatory shift in Rhys, felt the mating bond grow tight. “My mate is always delicious, uncle. You'd be smart to remove your eyes from her.” His voice went straight to your cunt this time, a wave of heat landing there. Oh really? His high lord voice always turned you on, the command of it, the strict tone. 

Keir nodded, walking away, just as your thighs pushed together. His lips brushed your ear, that deep voice hitting you again. “I see I may have left you too desperate, my star.” His hand trailed the valley of your breasts, settling on your lower stomach. “I do wonder if I can get you off just from speaking. Is that possible, darling? To have you come on my lap with such little effort?”

You whimpered again. Head falling into his shoulder. Each letter off his tongue was dipped in honey, sending wave after wave of arousal through you. You kept your thighs together now, knowing in this dress spreading them would put your glistening core on display. 

As if he sensed your feelings, he pushed them apart slightly, a growl escaping him and his eyes growing dark as he looked. “Cauldron boil me, you will cum from this, won't you? Have you gotten too good at playing the role of my whore, y/n darling? Should I fuck on you on this throne and let everyone watch?”

“Rhys,” it was meant to be a warning to stop, but it came out as a soft moan. 

“You'll be saying my name over and over later, begging me to keep going as I fuck you so hard our bed breaks. You always feel so good, wrapped tight around my cock.”

Your core clenched, the coil starting to slowly build. “-and look at you now,” he continued. “Wearing an expensive dress, dripping onto my thigh. When this damned party is over, I will bend you over this throne.”

You moaned his name again. That purr was doing something to you that you've never had happen. “I bet if I spread your legs further, Azriel would be able to see how wet you are from his spot at the back of the room. Cassian can probably smell and taste you.” 

The general had a small smirk on his face as he kept his spot behind Rhysand and the throne. Azriel had his eyes locked in you two, a single brow kissing his hairline. 

“I might let them stay and watch if you wanted. Let them watch me claim you over and over until you're soaking me. Once I'm done with you, maybe I'll let them play too."

“Rhys-” You were so close, snuggling further into his lap, thighs pressed back together and rubbing. 

“Uh-uh,” his hand pushed them apart enough for his pleasure again. “Your High Lord wants to see how desperate his whore is. Gods, look at you. Look at you clenching at nothing, about to cum from my voice alone.”

His name left your throat in a quiet needing moan and Cassian looked down with a full smirk now. A voice cold as death came from the other side of him. A voice Rhys knew you found attractive. “Release my High Lady from her misery.”

“Cum for me,” Rhysand whispered into your ear, kissing the shell of it gently. “Cum for us.”

The coil snapped, your back arching against his chest as Cassian placed a hand over your mouth. “And now look at you, coming with no effort on my part, forcing our general to have to cover your mouth so I don't have to kill everyone here to getting to listen to the noises that are for me and me alone. Pathetic little thing, aren't you?"

Rhys switched to his High Lord voice again. “Cassian, take the High Lady somewhere to clean her up.” 

Cassian nodded, picking you up from Rhysand's lap as your high ended. “Come, my lady, let me take care of you.”

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What would it be like to do the break bite bang chocolate trend with rooster?? Hmmmm I wonder 😏

Break, Bite, Bang - Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: You and Bradley decide to try the viral tiktok sex chocolates, and you follow their instructions to the letter.

Contents/Warnings: smut (minors dni), dirty talk, p in v, oral (m and f receiving), afab!reader, fem!reader, handjob, thigh riding, use of aphrodisiacs, teasing, lots of messy makeouts

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Considering Bradley's sex drive is already remarkably high, you're not sure why you bought the chocolates. But the countless videos of sweaty, fucked out couples that you saw on your for you page never failed to intrigue you, and when the little box comes in the mail, you're more than ready to put it to good use.

Bradley's just returned home from a run when you slit the box open, raising a curious eyebrow as he pants, "What'd you order, babe?"

"Chocolate," You hold up the package for him to see.

He frowns, too far away to read the words on the front, "I could have bought you a hershey bar at the gas station."

"This is not a hershey bar," You grin wickedly, "Have you heard of tabs chocolate?"

"Are they that fancy ass Australian company that charges, like, $50 per bar?" Bradley takes his workout towel, swiping at the sweat over his brow.

"No," You laugh, "They put aphrodisiacs in their chocolate."

"Aphrodisiacs," Bradley hums with a furrowed brow, "Isn't that-?"

"It's sex chocolate," You reveal, "You up for a bit more exercise today?"

"Sex-ercise," Bradley rushes for you with a shit-eating grin, far too proud of his shitty joke. He's grabbing for the chocolates but you snatch them away, lips wrinkled in a grimace.

"Hey, what-?"

"Not after that." You glare at him, "That was awful."

"Oh, come on!" He laughs, tugging the box out of your hands, and scanning the cover, "Come on, have some chocolate, honey, it'll make you feel better."

"Whatever," You grumble, snatching the little foil squares from their places, "Okay, break," You snap the square in two, "Bite," You hold Bradley's portion out for him, letting him take it from your hand. His mustache prickles against your skin and you bite back a giggle, stuffing your mouth with chocolate instead.

The sweet is savory and bitter on your tongue, with just the right amount of sugar. It's primarily dark, the aphrodisiac component, and you'd buy it for the taste even if it wasn't going to make you fuck like rabbits.

You don't get to swallow the chocolate and finish their signature slogan before Bradley's wolfed down his bar, tossing the package on the table and surging for your lips, "Bang."

The kiss he drags you into nearly buckles your knees. It's intense, it's made sweeter by the chocolate coating his tongue, and his fingers dig into your waist as he tugs you close.

"Mmf- Bradley!" You gasp, dragging in a lungful of air that he'd practically stolen from you with the kiss. He's eager to touch you, to feel you, to taste you as his lips never part from your skin, dragging from your own to the spot just under your jaw that makes your stomach tingly.

"You're- Ah, you're supposed to wait for the chocolate to kick in," You pant, hands slowly, subconsciously curling into his shirt as he sucks at your neck, "We're supposed to, like, see how long we can hold off."

"No fun in that," Bradley shrugs, "I already wanted to fuck when I got home from my run."

"You-" You laugh, breath hitched when his tongue comes out to lick over the skin that his teeth had just nipped at, "You're insatiable, Brad."

"How'm I supposed to keep my hands off of you, hm?" He hums, his breath hot and heavy against your neck. He sucks a patch of skin just to the left of your throat, one that makes your fist clench hard in his sweat soaked running shirt, "So fuckin' sexy, don't need a chocolate to think that."

"But- but we should wait!" You urge, wishing his hair was just the tiniest bit longer so you could tug on it to separate his lips from your neck, "Just to see how- ah!" He nips at your skin again, and a fire burns through your veins that's hard to ignore. It pulls you in, burns from the tips of your toes to the crown of your head, and makes you want to melt into his arms. But the taste of chocolate on your tongue makes you reconsider, and you wrestle yourself out of Bradley's arms.

"No," You pant, eyeing him warily as he watches you, "No, we have to see how long we can wait. Trust me, Brad, it'll make it so much better."

"I want you now," He whines, reminiscent of a kid denied a cookie before dinner. His tone helps tamp down some of the arousal that had risen briefly in your belly, and you take his hand. It's rough from work, calloused and strong. It curls around yours and you lead him to your bedroom, letting him perch on the bed while you unbutton your jean shorts.

Bradley's mouth falls open and he scoffs, "Babe! Don't tease me, how am I supposed to hold out now?"

"You'll be fine," You wave off his concerns, stripping out of your shirt next. It leaves you in a bra and panties you’d specifically chosen for their sex appeal, powder pink and lacy. They’re Bradley’s second favorite, behind only the navy blue set on the drying rack. But you’d used it last night, and you don’t want things to get boring.

“Fuck,” he huffs, flopping back onto the bed. His tanned skin is a stark contrast from the crisp, white bedsheets, only fresh and clean because you’d changed them last night. He watches as you strip yourself of the sheer chain he'd bought you three months ago, for your second anniversary, your initials and his dangling from the silver. The first night you'd had it, he'd torn it off of you during sex, and it had ruined the mood completely. One trip to the garage for some pliers had seen it back on your neck good as new, but you're not taking any chances this time.

"Good idea," He grins lazily, eyes meeting your own for only a split second before they trace your exposed body. He reaches out for your hip when you make for the bed but you jolt out of his reach, hands firmly placed on your hips.

"Bradley Bradshaw," You huff, "No touching! Not yet, you have to really wait until you can't take it anymore."

"I can't! I can't take it anymore," He insists, groaning low and raspy in his throat, "Babe, on a normal day, seeing you in that would get me going. But now you've just given me sex-drugged chocolate? How much longer am I supposed to wait?"

"As long as you can," You grin, something evil in the expression as you flop down onto your stomach beside him with a novel, "'Then we'll jump each other."

Bradley muffles another groan, this time with an arm over his face. When he removes it he reaches for the hemline of his own shirt, "Fine. But I'm stripping too, see how long you can resist me."

"Perfect," You hum, already cracking the spine to resume your place on page 235. You won't give him the satisfaction of seeing you flustered, even if you're having an incredibly hard time focusing on your book right now instead of looking over when you hear the zipper of his jeans.

He eases back into the mattress with yet another groan, the sound bordering on pornographic enough to stir something beneath your stomach. It's the sound he makes when you snake a hand south and squeeze at his half-hard bulge, whether it be an invitation to the bar bathroom or a suggestion after movie night. You think about the way he feels against your hand, thick and straining against his pants, and-

"You're bending that book," Bradley drawls, peering sideways at you, "Thinking about anything in particular?"

It's true, your hand is crumpling the spine and pages up like scrap paper. You quickly smooth it out, lamenting the wrinkles forever etched into the story. Maybe they'll become fond memories, depending on how explosive the sex is tonight.

'No." You grumble, refusing to glance at his sprawled out, near-naked form, "Mind your business."

“Testy,” he laughs, no doubt teasing you, knowing exactly what you’re thinking of, “Alright, babe, enjoy your book.”

Bradley sticks to the agreement and leaves you well enough alone, choosing to scroll on his phone rather than stare at you. You get into the zone of reading, but part of your mind is always on the slight buzz you feel between your thighs. It’s been there since the first kiss Bradley had trapped you in back at the table, and it hasn’t gone away since.

Your reading material isn’t helping. The characters, a soon-to-be-couple currently rivals on the swim team, are currently having a late night jacuzzi rendezvous. It's hot, steamy, and everything you want from Bradley.

You pray that he doesn't notice the clench of your thighs as you read on, trying to envision yourself in their current position. He's got her backed up against the wall of the jacuzzi, and every description of the noises he's making has you wanting to squirm in place for some sort of friction. He tilts her chin upwards with one thumb until she's looking back at him, reaches for her lips, and-

Bradley's hand smooths over the back of your thigh.

"Bradley," You warn, but he's two steps ahead of you.

"Relax, angel." He croons, the natural rasp in his voice sending heat straight south, "You just look a little tense. I was gonna give you a massage."

It's a game of chicken, a word Rooster doesn't like hearing because of the way Hangman uses it as a nickname for him. But you're not losing, so when his rough, large hands slide up your thighs, smoothing over the fabric of your panties, you breathe deeply before turning back to your book.

He gives you a few moments of silence, and they're anything but comfortable. Tension is thrumming through every vein in your body, concentrated in handprint shapes wherever Bradley's palms press to your skin. He stays true to his word and massages your thighs, but his thumbs edge up the curve of your ass, closer to their target than he knows they should be.

His fingers knead and squeeze at the soft flesh of your inner thighs, paying special attention to the hypersensitive skin between your cunt and your thighs. When he ghosts his fingernail over the crease there and you clench your thighs together, he knows he's got you.

"What'cha reading?" He plays dumb, leaning over your shoulders while holding your ass steady, "Woah."

"Shut up," You huff, "Stop teasing me."

"I'm not teasing!" He insists, with a squeeze to your ass that proves the opposite, "I'm just curious, and then I look over your shoulder and see that."

"What," You scoff, "What's so shocking to you?"

"His broad form looms over her own smaller one," Bradley reads, voice deep and raspy where he's leaning over you. His voice is just beside your ear, and you feel his breath against your skin as he continues, "-muscles in his arms on full display despite the near-scalding water lapping over them. He cages her in his embrace, no escape possible even if she wanted one. But she doesn't, not as his large, rough thumb comes down to nudge at her puffy, sensitive clit beneath the water. The fabric of her bathing suit presents a delicious friction, and her hips jolt into his hand with a shockwave of ecstasy."

He comes to an abrupt stop, satisfied that your cheeks are burning hot, and your core is probably similar. He waits for your reply, and when it comes in a shaky, ‘so what?’, he tightens his grip on your hip ever so slightly.

“You think that would feel nice?” He asks, and if he purposefully strains the muscles in his arm where he plants his hand by your head, he hopes you don’t notice. His other hand snakes beneath your front, pinned between your waist and the mattress as he finds your clit with experienced ease.

“Like this?” He thumbs at the sensitive bundle of nerves, and your hips buck like they’re scripted to, “That feels good?”

“Bradley,” You’re barely able to whimper, chocolate definitely taking its toll as your insides writhe with flames.

He takes your whine as an admission, shutting your book carelessly and nipping at your earlobe as he pulls his hands back to your hips, “Roll over.”

“Brad,” You start, but he flips you himself.

“Roll over,” He gushes, and the second your lips are in his line of sight, he’s on them. His own press enthusiastically to yours, a heavy pant released into your mouth as he braces his knees on the mattress.

“I cant fucking take it anymore,” He groans, choking out his words between kiss after kiss pressed to your mouth. His tongue is sloppy, licking up your own like he's trying to swallow it.

He's tasting chocolate on your tongue and you're tasting some on his, a sweet flavor that only reminds you of the intense burning sensation between your legs.

"Laying there," He rasps, dragging in breath after breath that he later spends sucking your lips between his own, "Ass up in those pretty panties. You know I've got a thing for your ass. Mmf- and," He breathes, hand trailing up your waist, "-your stomach. And your tits," He squeezes them through the sheer pads of your bra, "Fuckin' love your tits."

His knees are holding up up on the mattress, and he's plants one of his hands beside your head, just in the dip between your neck and shoulder. He stretches it, nudges his thumb against your jaw and prompts you to open your mouth. When you do, he leans down, capturing your lips in another steamy kiss. You're having trouble focusing on one thing at a time, what with his tongue lapping sensually at your own in smooth, eager strokes. Then his hand, fingers rough and heavy as they pinch unforgivingly at your stiff nipple beneath the fabric of your bra. When you jolt into his touch, your hips buck with the motion, and you feel the hard press of his arousal against your eager core.

Bradley hums approvingly into the kiss, parting with a sloppy trail of saliva and speaking hotly against your lips. "Needy, hm? Gonna grind your sweet pussy all over me?

"Yeah," You breathe, and without the press of his lips to yours, your head tips back, exposing your neck for Bradley to fixate on next, "I need- Oh, Bradley, I need you to fuck me! I need you to fuck me so bad!"

"I thought you wanted to wait," He goads, his mustache grating against the sensitive, thin skin of your neck, "I thought you wanted to see how long you could take it."

"I did! And I can't-" You choke on your words, the sound coming out more of a moan as he sucks harshly, wetly at the skin of your neck, "I can't take it anymore! Fuck me!"

You accentuate your words with another desperate roll of your hips, grinding your clothed cunt over Bradley's bulge. He's straining in the loose fabric of his boxers, a fact that makes your mouth water, and Bradley tears himself away from your neck to wrestle with his undergarments.

"Hang on, sweet thing," He hums, in response to a disgruntled whimper of yours. He knows you're aching, burning with desire, because he is, too. His cock bounces free of his boxers and stands hard, angled towards his stomach and oozing pre. It's the most mouth-watering sight you've ever taken in, and your tingling cunt drools a gush of slick against the fabric of your panties.

It's a struggle to get his boxers off, and it almost looks silly as he wrestles them off from around his ankles. But it keeps you waiting, lets that desire burn just a little longer in your stomach before it's extinguished, and as much as you're yearning for relief, it feels good to prolong your pleasure.

"Okay, I- oh, fuck," Bradley hisses, his thumb against the pad of your panties as his fingers slip beneath the hemline. He feels slick soak through the fabric at the slightest pressure from his single finger, reveling in just how wet you've gotten while waiting for him.

"You're- god, you're dripping," Bradley groans, the sound thick and lustful as his face screws up in concentration, "I just- I- I want to-" He gives into his urges without even explaining them, dipping down to stick his face in your cunt like a man starved. He pants into your pussy, conflicted on whether he should suck more slick out of your eager sex or take a breath. He does a healthy balance of both, if maybe a little lacking in the oxygen department. He doesn't seem to care that he's being suffocated, though, and he tucks his face further into your cunt than seems humanly possible.

His tongue writhes skillfully through you, in and out of your needy hole, against the underside of your clit, against the rarely-caressed skin between your thighs and cunt. He's a messy eater, slick smeared over the lower half of his face, even glistening in his mustache.

"Aah, baby," You gasp, face pinched in half ecstasy, half apprehension as he sucks at your clit, "No, don't- I'm gonna cum!"

"Do it," He urges, tongue licking a long, wet, slick stripe up your cunt before delving back between your folds, "I want to, mmf- feel you cum on my face, baby. Do it, give it to me, I wanna feel your cunt suck me the fuck in."

"No, but-" You reach for his face, sitting up in your pleasured haze, "I want- I want you inside of me when I cum! Please, Brad, I need your- ah! -need your dick!"

"You can have it," He promises, fingers coming to bully your puffy clit while he focuses his tongue on your sopping cunt, "Later. Cum, baby, give it to me."

He's speaking harshly, and his tongue reflects that in the sturdy, rough way that he licks you out. It's akin to the way he kisses, and you suppose he's making out with your sloppy pussy the way that he's tonguing it now. And it works, his insistence, the sting of his mustache on the most sensitive parts of your body, the ever-present pressure against your clit, you feel white hot, blinding pleasure roll over your lower half like a wave of fire.

"Ah- oh god, Bradley," You grunt, voice tapering off into a whine, "-BradleyBradleyBradleyBradley-!"

"Come on," He mumbles, lips barely able to form words around your slick-soaked cunt. He talks you through your orgasm, perhaps less gentle than a reassuring 'good, you're doing so well for me,', but arousing just the same in its gruff demand.

Bradley might be making more noise than you. While you're cumming with various whimpers, moans, groans, and everything in between, he's licking it out of you with lust-filled songs of praise. Every vibration of his vocal chords flows straight south, humming through your trembling cunt as you cum onto his tongue.

He's eager to continue even when you're finished, licking and sucking desperately at your sensitive pussy. It feels good, but you're almost too sensitive already, and you're not waiting another second for his cock.

"No, no-" You reach for his hair, using gentle handfuls of the stuff to guide his face out of your cunt, "No, Brad, I want- mmf!"

He doesn't let you tell him what you want; he doesn't have to, he already knows. He knows what you really want is between his legs, so rather than give you the breath to explain it to him, he surges forwards, knocking his lips into yours and using the momentum to lay you back down onto the mattress.

"Shit," You breathe, feeling his cock nudge at your sensitive cunt immediately, "I- Bradley, I- oh!"

He slams into you with no hesitation, hips on a mission to fuse with your own as he rams his cock into you. It's relentless, more desperate than you've ever felt him before, and you clutch at his broad shoulders as he buries his face in your shoulder.

"Holy shit!" He huffs, a grunting, groaning mess, "I- Jesus, angel, you feel so good, I can't- nngh! I can't get enough. Oh god," He pants, mouth falling open and tongue flattening against your neck, swiping up over your jaw. His mouth latches there, sucking harshly just beneath your ear at the curve of your jaw. His hips drive the same steady pace into you, filling you up impossibly deep with each pump of his cock. It's mind-numbingly hard, probably achingly painful to Bradley, and he buries it inside of you to get relief. The more he thrusts the deeper he goes, until he's slamming into your sweet spot with superhuman fervor. It's like he's chasing something, balls landing heavy against the curve of your ass as he fucks into you.

"Bradley," You moan, nails scraping against the tan, toned skin of his back, "Baby, ah-! Oh my god, keep- keep going!"

"I'm close," He grunts, voice muffled slightly in what you suspect is shame. His libido is strong, and he doesn't usually finish out this fast. But the chocolate counts for something, and he'd spent who knows how many minutes with his face buried inside your cunt with no relief down south. You're not surprised he's cumming quickly, nor are you put off by it.

In fact, you're aroused by it. The feeling of Bradley fucking into you so eagerly, so roughly, so needy; it gets you going. You feel another wave of pleasure begin lapping at your underbelly, maybe easier to rise this time because of the swell of the last one. The constant motion of Bradley's thick cock can't be doing any harm, either, and with every flex of his tongue over your neck as he sucks bruises into your skin, you feel your orgasm approaching.

Apparently, the way that your nails dig into Bradley's skin is encouragement for him, as well. Your thighs tremble from the weight of your previous orgasm, and the impending pressure of your next one, and Bradley's dick twitches like it's painful for him to keep it together.

"S'okay, Brad," You pant, scraping a hand up his back to cradle the back of his neck. He's still suckling on your neck, tongue and teeth working in tandem to mar your skin with marks, "S'okay, cum, honey. Feels so good, you- ooh, you feel so fucking good!"

Your encouragement helps, and his dick twitches again. You tug on his hair, and his thighs tense. But what really does it is the way you yank his head back with your fistful or his hair, pulling him out of your neck to kiss him and inviting him to occupy his tongue with your own instead of your throat.

The second your tongue brushes against his own, he cums. It's like a dam bursting, every ounce of arousal he'd tried holding in and prolonging bursting forth from his cockhead straight into your leaking cunt. You're already slick enough from all of your own release, but his gushes from the seam between his cock and your cunt, stretched and fucked dumb.

"Oh, oh my god," Bradley pants, the words flowing directly between your lips as he mouths at your tongue. He's desperate to do something with his mouth, he always has been, and it's no surprise that he'd taken time to appreciate your cunt earlier. He licks over your tongue, his own tucking to the inside of your cheek for a brief second before he sucks at yours again. It only makes your own arousal more intense, and before you know it, your second, possibly more intense orgasm is seizing you, tensing your muscles and spasming through you.

He cums for a long time, dick twitching and spurting cum the more he makes out with you, and the more your cunt convulses around him in your own orgasm. Your kiss is sloppy, it's messy, there's drool leaking down the corners of your mouth, and that's what makes it so effective to stretch out his orgasm. When you're both sure you couldn't cum more if you tried, he slumps over your chest, his full weight on you as he lays panting on your sweaty skin.

"Jesus Christ," He groans, voice broken and raspy with strain, "That- that was- fuck, the best sex we've ever had."

"Mm-hm," You nod lazily, enjoying a rare moment of breathing freely, "Yeah, we- we need to use those chocolates again."

"Yeah," He agrees emphatically, his mustache prickling against the skin at the slope of your breast, "I didn't think it would work. Not like that, Christ."

"I'm glad it did," You muse, and you feel Bradley shift against your thigh, his cock already half-stiff again. He grinds it into you, what you think is accidentally, but his groan lets you know it felt nice.

"Baby," You start, but he's already rubbing up against you once more, humping his hardening cock against your thigh.

"I need- I just need a little more," He almost whimpers, tightening his hold on your upper half, "Babe, I need- more, please!"

"Okay," You soothe, kissing his sweaty forehead, "Okay, here."

You reach down, hand at your side to feel for his cock. It's not hard to find, hot and heavy where he's bucking it against your thigh. You wrap your palm around the shaft, your thumb nudging up against the tip. You flatten your finger against his slit, pumping your hand up the length when it makes him jolt. He keeps his face buried in your chest, drool seeping from his lips and dripping down your breast. You feel it trickle over your nipple, sending a chill up your spine as it cools on your skin.

"Oh my god," He moans, lips desperately roving your skin until they find your nipple. He latches onto it, lips pursed and tongue relentlessly swirling over the stiffened bud. He keeps bucking his hips into your hand, though you're moving your fist to meet him. Remnants of his first orgasm and your second are slicked all up his shaft, and it's adequate lube as you stroke him towards another release.

Bradley's teeth pinch momentarily at your nipple, a sensation that makes you jolt. In doing so, you squeeze his cock slightly, your thumb pressing hard into his slit.

"Fuck!" He gasps, lips parting only to get the word out before wrapping around your nipple once more. Now that he knows what you're sensitive to at the moment he's merciless, nipping and biting and tugging at your tit with his teeth.

You're fucked out beyond belief, but Bradley's dick is practically pulsing in your grip, and the more tense his thighs get, the more restless he is on your tit.

Finally, he breaks away with a breath, "Wait! Wait, I wanna cum on your- in your mouth, babe."

"Okay." You pant, instantly on board, "Here, sit up, and I'll-"

You make to do the same, trying to struggle off of the pillow to prop yourself up against the headboard. But he holds you down with one strong hand, straddling your face instead. His cock hangs thick and heavy between his thighs, an easy reach for you. All you have to do is stick your tongue out and you can lick over half of it, something that makes him buck forwards into your mouth.

You gag slightly as the tip of his cock hits your throat, and he lets out a strangled grunt that tries turning into a whimper at the end. It's a flattering sound, encouraging you to wrap your lips around him and bob your head up and down as best you can while laying down.

it takes only a few sloppy strokes to the base of his cock and a gentle massage to his balls to get him to cum a second time, and you wish you had more time to appreciate the way his thick, toned thighs frame your head. They're nearly suffocating you, tan hunks of flesh and muscle, and want to bite them. You refrain, focusing on tonguing the slit of his cock so that he cums into your mouth.

"Holy shit!" He breathes, tone incredulous as he fucks down your throat, "Yeah, yeah- oh my god, babe, keep sucking, mmf- yeah!"

His cum spurts warm and plentiful over your tongue, something you're grateful for even if you almost choke on it. He pulls himself out of you to give you room to swallow, stroking himself through his orgasm, and he doesn't comment on the weak cough you give when struggling to swallow the cum pooling in your mouth. A drop lands on your lower lip, and you're eager to lick it away once you've finished your mouthful.

Bradley's looming over you now, breathing heavy and still straddling your face. You can't help but turn your head to kiss at his thigh, nipping softly at the muscle there and eliciting a gentle yelp from him.

"Easy," He laughs breathlessly, stroking your cheek, "I can't take any more. Jesus, I'm- I'm fucked out, babe."

"Me too," You agree, breathing equally heavily, "Brad, gimme my phone, I wanna do the- the trend thing."

He might not understand, but he complies. He dismounts from the mattress, thighs sadly no longer caging your head between them, and hands you your phone that's charging on the nightstand.

You cover yourself with the bedsheets while Bradley slips his boxers back on, and he comes when you beckon him to get in frame of the camera beside you. You're both the picture of fucked out, sweaty, panting, swollen lips and glazed-over eyes. You hit record, voice raspy when you speak: "Those chocolate things, they- they work good."

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[hoseokieswrld]

STILL DON’T KNOW MY NAME | JJK (M)

CHAPTER TWO:

Pairing: Jungkook x fem!reader

Summary: In which a video game streamer, Jeon Jungkook, finds- and is intrigued by - an account that writes nsfw fanfiction about him and decides to send them a private message. He still doesn't know your name.

Genre: smut, pwp, internet strangers to lovers

Category: three-shot

Collab with: @dollfaceksj -> her masterlist

WARNINGS: sexting, explicit sexual content, strong language, pornography, cybersex, exchanging in nude photos, hidden identities. mentions of porn, masturbation (male and female), usage of sex toys, saliva (cus i like it messy🤭), mentions of pubes, cum (lots if it hehe), mentions of blow jobs, dirty talk.

total word count: 6.3k. masterlist previous next part

Two days.

Two post-horny days since Jungkook has sent you that dm…that you have yet to reply to. Why did I even send that? Get it together and stop being so fucking horny all them damn time. Jungkook mentally scolds himself. He quickly pushes you out of his mind, remembering he has bigger fish to fry than worry about a dumb Twitter reply. 

That day, Jungkook goes to the grocery store, desperately needing to stock up on a few things since he hasn’t eaten a proper meal in almost a week, living off of spicy buldak ramen and doritos. He continues his errands by dropping Bam off at his doggy camp for the week, still needing to be trained a bit more, which also gives Jungkook quiet time to clean his house and edit videos. 

Jungkook sits at his desk editing a few videos he took from his last stream to post onto his Twitter and Instagram. Recently, a lot of his followers have been begging him to make a TikTok account, but Jungkook doesn’t see much appeal in that. Maybe in the future, but it's a no for now. 

Jungkook finishes his to-do list a little earlier than usual, which gives him time to relax a bit. And by relax, he means starting a live stream for his followers. He gets to his set up, angling the camera at his chair making sure his desk was clean except for a water bottle. He sits down and tweets out he’s going to be streaming in ten minutes. His followers immediately retweet it and all the replies are begging him to play COD again. How could he reject that?

“What's up guys? Missed me?” Jungkook giggles when he sees the chat blow up with non stop comments. Jungkook also may have forgotten to mention he cut his hair.

kookphoric: U CUT UR HAIR???

Jeonjjjjk: omggg ur hair is so short lol

Jungkookieswrld: how do u look so sexy with long and short hair??

“Haha yeah, the hair was a last minute decision. ‘Omg your hair is so short-’ oh c’mon, you guys are being dramatic, it's not even that short! I still have a mullet…sort of. It's just trimmed, but I also got an undercut. Do you guys like it?”

Kookiejjar: its rlly nice!!

elikoo: i like your long hair a lot but this is still cute

Ashln00: idc what ur hair looks like i still wanna fck LOL

“Haha thanks, I guess? Let's start the stream! Been waiting all day to play with-” Jungkook is cut off by the sound of his phone going off. He grabs it, running his hand through his hair, wanting to silence it, when he sees the notification:

[Twitter] _elicticmoonl1ght sent you a message!

Jungkook feels like someone kicked him in the chest, knocking the breath out of him. You reply to his message all of a sudden during the stream? He notices he hasn’t seen your username and comments in the chat at all like you usually are. Jungkook shakes his head remembering he’s still streaming, and he can’t let something unserious and silly like this distract him. 

“U-uhm sorry guys, thought someone was calling me. Nevermind that, let's just start the game now.” Jungkook stutters, being a little flustered, subtly putting his phone on do not disturb as he slips on his headset, pushing the thoughts of you out of his mind. Jungkook finally begins playing and interacting with his followers, the thought of you slowly being pushed to the back of his mind. He’ll deal with you later.

It's been 2 hours, and Jungkook is playing his last round for the night before he ends his stream. 

“Fucking finally passed this level. I’ve been playing for 2 fucking hours and I just finished this part. You guys are good, but not that good. Just kidding, I’m kidding.” Jungkook laughs while the chat blows up congratulating and laughing with him.

“Thanks for playing with me guys, as always. I’m gonna end the stream now. Love you guys and goodnight!” Jungkook waves and smiles brightly as the comments bid him a goodbye. And with that he ends the streams. Jungkook is happy and laughing, today's stream was especially fun and his followers were so funny. 

Mindlessly, Jungkook picks up his phone to check the time and his emails. His smile quickly drops when he sees the notification from you again. Don’t be a pussy, Jungkook. It's just a random person on the internet, damnit. He hesitantly and nervously clicks on the notification, which logs him into his burner account and straight to your dms.

_elicticmoonl1ght: 

hiii! sorry i haven't been active here in a few days, got super busy lolll

 i haven't opened any dm requests yet but i'm so glad u enjoy my writings! 

and maybe you'll just have to find out and see urself baby ;)

Jungkook can feel his cock stir in his pants. Find out and see for himself? And you called him baby? Well shit,. Jungkook wasn’t going to answer you since you hadn’t replied in a while…but he can’t help himself anymore. He’s been anticipating this since he’s found your page.

Ian_97:

You're harsh. How long do you wanna make me wait?

Jungkook slightly cringes sending the message. He isn't the type of guy to chase someone, so it feels weird begging for some attention from someone he doesn’t know. Especially on the internet.

Jungkook sees the three dots pop up, making him a little nervous. Did he scare you off? Do you think he’s a weird pervert now?

_elicticmoonl1ght: 

that's not harsh of me. be good and wait a little, yeah?

 Be good and wait? Jungkook thinks he might bust on the spot reading that. Usually he isn't the one receiving orders, rather the one giving them. But now, it gives him a tingly feeling in his tummy, that resembles excitement. 

Ian_97:

U want me to be good for you? Hmm idk, you took a while to reply.

Just wanted to lyk your stories are good, and i rlly enjoy reading them.

Fanboy much? The last thing he wants you to think is that he’s some lonely loser who dms random girls on Twitter. He’s never done anything like this before. What is he being so weird for? He remembers he’s obviously not talking to the girl in your story, but to a real person- the one who wrote it.

_elicticmoonl1ght: 

well thank u! 

oh come on, it wasn’t intentional!!

you're the first guy who’s messaged me that's admitted to reading my stories,

 i'm shocked ngl

So now you know he’s a guy. To make it more evident, Jungkook may have put “straight male, 26, no minors” in his bio for you to get the hint…just maybe. 

Ian_97:

I'm the first guy to dm u like this?

Your stories never fail to entertain me that’s for sure.

_elicticmoonl1ght: 

hehe i get a few dms here and there, usually from girls but your account stood out to me more bc ur the first guy i ever seen :0

which is why i accepted ur dm!!

glad ik my stories are reaching a bigger audience LMAO

Ian_97:

I'm glad.

Hope it's not too weird being the first guy to dm you.

But what made you first start writing stories? They’re written really well.

_elicticmoonl1ght: 

Definitely not! It's really cool and different to talk about these things with who aren’t women yk?

awe i appreciate that sm ty! :)

it was random tbh, i’d read a bunch of stories online and always thought about writing

but for the past year now i've been watching this streamer and he had me hooked from the start

his tats piercings hair eyes

i guess he was so fine that it persuaded me to write stories LOL

he's my dream man tbh  

He’s the reason you started writing? Jungkook couldn’t help but feel a sense of happiness take over him, smiling harder than before. He was able to give you some sort of inspiration to begin writing and it blew up too. 

Ian_97:

Of course, I get that.

That's really cool.

Yeah I could see you're a fan of his.

So you go to school? I’m assuming you’re in college correct?

_elicticmoonl1ght: 

yea i am! In my last year actually 

wbu? :)

Jungkook was guessing you had to be at least 21. Not too bad of an age gap, but you’re still pretty young.

Ian_97:

Nah i dropped out a few years ago, it wasn’t for me.

I got a job instead. Pays good though so I can't complain.

Well that isn’t completely a lie. He did drop out of college and decided to get a job. He was never the school type of guy and had other interests that didn’t involve any schooling. That's how he got into streaming. His free time after work consisted of video games and photography which both together paid well and he quit his job to tend to them more.

_elicticmoonl1ght: 

that's rlly nice! school isn't for everyone that’s for sure

glad you found something better than school, i honestly hate it :(

Jungkook can’t help but giggle at your texts. You are cute, sweet at that too. Jungkook swears he’s never blushed this much since he was in middle school.

Ian_97:

So am I, glad I stopped attending.

_elicticmoonl1ght: 

i have a question…

you seem older than most of my followers 

so how did u find my stories? just curious cus this app is huge

it'd be hard to find it unless u were specifically looking for it :0

What lie is he supposed to pull out of his ass now? He can’t make it obvious he’s the guy she writes and fantasizes about. Yea i found you on Twitter because I was horny and you write hot fanfiction about me so I jerked off to it a couple of times. 

Ian_97:

I saw Jk trending on Twitter one day and saw one of your stories under a Jungkook hashtag. It was really random.

I went through your account and got hooked.

The feeling was something new to be honest, never read erotica yk.

Alright, believable enough. Jungkook mentally pats himself on the back for that somewhat believable excuse. It's Twitter, you can practically find anything on that app.

_elicticmoonl1ght: 

ooo i see!

hmm got you hooked that fast?

 i mean i’d take it as a compliment except majority of what i write is smut….unless 

you're saying what i think u are? 

Ian_97: 

Well i don't think i have to say it for you to get it. 

_elicticmoonl1ght: 

oh…

so youre saying you’ve gotten off to my stories? 

 i mean i'm just guessing since you seem like you're enjoying them more than my 

other readers…

i promise i dont think it's weird, if anything it's a huge turn on for me ;)

You’re turned on by the fact he reads your stories? It feels like a weight has been lifted off of his shoulders and he can breathe now. For a second, he assumed you’d curse him out, call him a creep, and block him. This was the complete opposite, Jungkook’s heart beats even faster when he gets another notification from you.

[ _elicticmoonl1ght has followed you! ]

Jungkook bites his lip, you finally followed him back after days of no reply. He can’t be more satisfied, but quickly realizes he’s yet to reply to you. He types a message, being bold again, since it seems you have no problem with it.

Ian_97:

Yea i have actually…you caught me. 

Your writing is effective. The things you write abt are right up my alley.

Done it a few times before i dmed u. 

Jungkook can’t believe he admitted to you that he jerks off to your stories. 

The last thing he wants to say is that he’s the guy you fantasize and write about, it’d just be weird. Jungkook thinks of every believable excuse he can come up with that doesn’t sound too out of the ordinary. Nothing truly sounds realistic, so he impulsively types what comes to mind.

Yet you haven’t replied in 20 minutes. Fuck. Jungkook’s nerves always get the best of him. Do you think he is some sort of weird “fan” that you find creepy? Is he too bold or horny? You obviously have a life and are not going to answer him immediately. His heart is racing, beating out of his chest with negative thoughts that plague his mind. That’s until he hears the whistle notification and unlocks his phone without a second thought.

_elicticmoonl1ght: 

ah okay i see now, thanks sm! :)

Jungkook smiles, begins to text you back that it's not a big deal and he truly likes your stories. He’s quickly cut off when you double text.

_elicticmoonl1ght: 

hmm proof or it didn't happen? ;)

Proof? What do you mean by proof? Are you subtly asking Jungkook for nudes? Or boldly, even? Are you just joking around? He doesn’t even know you, so why would you straight up ask for dick pictures? Jungkook’s obviously not going to send you a picture of his entire cock if you’re joking, that’s just fucking weird. You could really be joking, so he tries to play it off.

Ian_97:

You wanna see how hard my dick is rn, is that what you're asking for? 

Or are you just playing around, cause I'm not… 

I’m serious when I say your stories turn me on.

Jungkook is nervous…and also a huge overthinker. He tries to play off his horniness by laughing, but it really doesn’t help when you return the energy.

_elicticmoonl1ght: 

what if i do wanna see it?

would there be a problem with that?

Ian_97:

Of course not. 

I’m thinking about how horny you must be to write stories like that.  

You're that needy, huh?

He needs to control himself, make sure he doesn’t go too far too fast. You don’t know him personally so there’s a high chance you won’t take it in a good way.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

well you're also reading them…

sure you're not the horny one? :0

Ian_97:

Hey, I'm not denying that I’m horny.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

wow rlly ? couldn't tell lol

So you’ve got jokes, he can see. He can’t lie, it definitely did make him chuckle, but the tingly feeling comes back, and he can’t ignore it anymore. 

Ian_97:

You joke a lot, I think it's cute.

So you’re gonna tell me you're not horny?

_elicticmoonl1ght:

well u haven’t done anything to rlly turn me on 

only that you've said u read my stories

u little perv boy >:|

prove it then.

So you guys are actually doing this? The last thing he’d want to do was send an unsolicited dick picture to you. For all he knows you could just be joking with him.

Ian_97:

You wanna see my dick that bad? 

_elicticmoonl1ght:

and if i do? would u let me?

;)

Is that even a fucking question? He’d show you it in a heartbeat. He’s not one to send his dick to strangers, but it's not like you know it's him anyway. It is a risk he is willing to take.

Ian_97:

Sure I would.

The question is would you let me show you?

_elicticmoonl1ght:

i literally just told u i wanted to see tho

LMFAO

no but srsly i wouldn't mind seeing how i got u rn ;)

Well, you asked for it, but he doesn’t want to send you his entire cock and balls to you right off the bat, that’d be rushing it. He’d much rather ease into it, not cross any boundaries. So instead of that, he lowers his sweats a bit, his semi leaving a print in his boxers. He nibbles on his bottom lip as he places his large palm over his clothed cock, giving it slow and steady strokes, thinking about how he's dying to have sex with someone- with you.

He opens the camera button in the chat while lying down more onto his bed, angling hips out to give you a peak of his boner. That's when he snaps a few different photos and chooses the most appealing one. 

He presses send. And it delivers. 

Realizing what he’s just sent you snaps him back into reality. He sits there for the next thirty seconds, tummy full of those tingles he can’t seem to get rid of since talking to you. Opening his phone, looking at the picture he sent you again. All the color drains from his face, his eyes nearly pop out of his head. 

A glimpse of his fucking Hello Kitty plushie is in the corner of that picture.

That specific oversized, colorful plushie was gifted to him by one of his viewers which is always in the background of his streams. There's even been a shit ton of tweets just talking about it.

Well the room is dark so maybe you didn’t see it? Jungkook never thought he’d say this, but fingers crossed you’re only looking at his boner.

Jungkook is taken out of his thoughts when he gets a notification. He hesitantly unlocks his phone and presses on your notification.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

oh you're SERIOUS serious

well damn i'm a good ass writer 

im messing w u lol

but can’t say i didn't like that tho 

what did you read of mine that made u that hard? ;)

Okay, it seems like you haven't noticed the plushie. Jungkook feels like he can finally breathe now. Dammnit, he needs to be more careful next time.

Ian_97:

Well honestly all the ones i read got me hard.

I like the one where she was being a brat and he put her in place.

Maybe one day i'll make it your reality.

Immediately after he sends his text, another notification pops up.

@_elictmoonl1ght sent you a photo! 

Jungkook can’t contain his hushed groan.

A picture of your plush tits in a simple black bra, your hand laying over one of your breasts, nails painted a simple baby pink. There you lay on some sort of pink and white sheet, in a room lit by a burnt orange lamp. Jungkook wants nothing more than to bury his face between both of your breasts, licking and sucking all over your skin until it’s littered with hickeys.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

make it a reality you said? 

we havent talked for long and u already wanna fuck me?

how needy of u :0

Ian_97:

You also just sent me your tits so I think we’re on the same page don't you think?

_elicticmoonl1ght:

well duh if u just saw my tits ;-;

i’m messing with u hehe

i don't mind actually, just haven't done this in a while lolll 

Ian_97:

Me either.

But i’m painfully hard rn.

You have nice rlly nice tits.

They look soft, makes me wanna kiss all over them.

Nice was an understatement. They were beautiful. Jungkook isn’t much of a titty guy, but he’s seriously never seen nicer ones than yours.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

thanks ;P

nice boner 

Ian_97:

Thanks, now I’m harder than ever.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

hmm, couldn’t tell much from that one measly pic :(

maybe i can get a better look at it? 

Without an ounce of hesitation, he quickly yanks the waistband of his boxers right beneath his tight balls. His hard, warm cock springs to life, free of its restraints. He notices how he hasn’t shaved in a while, dark pubes a little longer than usual, hopefully you don’t mind. He runs the edge of his thumb across the tip of his cock, smearing his accumulated precum, pleading for more stimulation after seeing your beautiful breasts. 

Stroking his cock a little firmer, he thinks of your chest, wondering how it would feel if he had his cock buried in between your two plush tits, dragging his cock back and forth in between them. Jungkook prepares to take a picture for you, holding his hard dick in his right hand.

His obvious tattooed hand.

Before he could think twice, he immediately switches hands from the right to left, not a tattoo in sight. That would be a dead giveaway he’s the Jungkook you write about. His tattoos are specifically placed and well known to be his. You’ve also already expressed your love for them, so you’d connect the dots in a second.

Making sure his room is dark and nothing stands out in the background, he snaps a photo of his red, veiny cock, a bit of his pubes in the picture because why not.

You immediately open it.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

holy shit

well someones excited

wish i was there to help >:(

Before he gets the chance to reply, another notification appears in the chat. 

@_elictmoonl1ght sent you a video! 

Your tits again, but bare. Your breasts look even softer than before, nipples pretty and delicate from how pebbled they are, almost begging to be sucked on. Baby pink nails once again come into view in the five second video, small fingers playing with your hard buds, hair peeking out from behind your dainty neck decorated with a simple gold heart necklace. Jungkook feels like he’s spent an eternity looking at them, admiring you, absentmindedly stroking the tip of his cock.

He hears a faint high-pitched whine, his eyebrows perking up at the sweet sound, before the video quickly cuts short.

Ian_97:

Fuck yes.

Need me to suck on them? So desperate.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

wouldn't say desperate

look at u, all leaking for me :/

Ian_97: 

Don’t blame the way my cock’s reacting to you, pretty.

Tits like that deserve to be. 

Jungkook thinks of sending a video to you as well.He glances at his erection, twitching on his stomach, laying there all lonely. It's only fair you get a live view of his desperation. His cock only wants some attention after seeing you play with your plush chest like that. 

He begins recording himself, giving his cock a few firm, slow strokes. His balls tight and tip gushing his sticky seed, letting a small groan escape his lips. The video is only 6 seconds as he presses send.

He mindlessly plays with his cock as he waits for you to see his short video and to reply with something else, he hopes another sight of your boobs. 

He strokes himself with his fingers, not applying too much pressure as he doesn't want to cum so soon. His foreskin moves up and down to the pace of his slow and languid movements.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

aww, cant help but fuck ur hand it seems like :(

ur little whimper is cute, didn’t think i’d have you folded so quick

@_elictmoonl1ght sent you a video! 

Jungkook can’t contain the moan that escapes his mouth. Your blue cotton underwear wedged in between your plump pussy, a small but noticeable wet spot stain near your clenching hole. Your painted nails are rubbing your throbbing clit through your underwear, a little stubble of hair can be seen poking through the sides, not that he minds at all. 

He makes out tiny moans and whimpers from above, your thighs wide open for him, shaking a little in the ten seconds video.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

don't know if ill be able to take u

you're too big :((

Ian_97:

Oh, is it? How unfortunate. Maybe you should show me it all.

Just need to make sure I can fit all of it in that tight little pussy.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

i think you're right :c

@_elictmoonl1ght sent you a video! 

There you sat, legs hiked up to your naked chest, drenched pussy spread into a “v” shape with your index and pointer finger. He can see your small hole clenching once around nothing, asking to be stuffed. You slide only your small middle finger inside of you, faking a cry as if to prove you're really too tight for his cock to fit.

Jungkook watches you in awe, your pussy looks like heaven, warm and wet. Your little cries have him imagining what you’d sound like saying his name, massaging his balls as he watches you attempt to take your little fingers.

Ian_97:

Oh fuck.

You are tight, but you’re drenched. 

I could slide right in if I wanted to, huh?

_elicticmoonl1ght:

maybe…

you should let me see exactly how big u are?

for educational purposes obvs :p

Jungkook’s fully hard, veins popping out the underside of his cock, standing tall and almost reaching his belly button. He takes a short video of it, presenting his long, girthy length, twitching involuntarily at the thought of pushing it into your tight hole, forcing it to fit. You can see his happy trail on his toned abs leading to the bush of hair that he doesn’t care to remove. 

He spits into the palm of his hand, strokes his dick a few times, as the sound of his sticky saliva being spread fills the room. Already feeling on edge, he stops recording and sends you it.

Ian_97:

Good enough for you?

Do you have any toys, like a dildo maybe? 

_elicticmoonl1ght:

more than enough, want it inside me so bad :(

yea i do !

Ian_97:

Perfect.

Gonna fuck yourself with it for me?

Wanna see how well your pussy takes it.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

hmm yea i can

but im alr kinda close i won't last long if i use it :0

Ian_97:

You’re so obedient.

I’m close too.

Want you to cum all over it.

@_elictmoonl1ght sent you a video! 

A pink dildo, about six inches in length with veins, slightly curved to reach your sweet spot, is buried inside your swollen pussy. Your knees are still hiked up to your chest giving him the nicest view of your cunt being split open by the artificial penis. The base of the dildo is covered in a ring of your cum, your hands shaking from the immense pleasure it gives you, imaging it’s his thick, hard cock fucking you so well. 

It's music to his ears hearing the sound of smacking as you fuck yourself with the toy. He listens to your little pleads and whimpers with attention. He wishes it was his cock instead of that stupid toy. He’d make you feel ten times better. In the middle of the video he sees your cum leaking down to your ass. Your ass. Jungkook wants nothing more than to smack and grab onto it while fucking into you.

In the last 10 seconds of the video, your pink painted toes curl, more of your creamy wetness seeping out of your hole when the knot in your stomach finally snaps. All you can think about in your fucked out headspace is the mysterious stranger online jerking off to you. Your hushed cries and straggled moans is all that escapes your mouth when you’re fucking yourself harder than before. Your orgasm lasts for about six seconds, the video ending shortly after.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

i came so hard 

couldn't stop thinking about your big cock and how it’d feel inside me :c

wanna see u cum now 

It is almost a reflex that Jungkook starts to record himself fucking into his fist at a fast pace, squeezing it a little more, imagining it to be your sopping wet cunt. He can’t stop thinking about your heavenly moans and whimpers, your thighs and hands shaking from how good you fucked yourself is more than enough to bring Jungkook over the edge. His foreskin moves back and forth with his rough strokes and soon he finally cums. 

“A-ah, fuck,” he involuntarily groans out loud, unable to keep quiet as his orgasm takes over. 

When his cum spurts out, it dribbles down over his hands and thighs, a little catching onto his pubes. His saliva filled fist isn’t exactly what he wants to be cumming in right now, but it’s still enough to have him over the edge. He strokes his cock until he goes a bit soft, exaggerating it a little for viewing purposes. Once he becomes a little overstimulated he stops recording and sends it to you.

Ian_97:

I came even harder.

Kept thinking about your soaked cunt.

You sent a photo!

He decides to send you a visual of his cum covered hands and thighs, a little caught in his pubic hair you find so attractive of him. His balls are glistening with his spit he used as lubricant, the source to the smacking sounds. You fathom the fact that a random stranger online is so willing to send you something of the sort just because he likes your content, and it strangely turns you on. 

_elicticmoonl1ght:

u came so much…messy boy ;P

you were so willing to cum for me and you haven't even seen me yet

kinda hot ngl

‘Messy boy’. That is a new one, not that he’s complaining. 

Ian_97:

Haven't came that much in a while.

You haven’t seen me either but were quick to use your dildo. 

What a good girl you are.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

then we’re even!!

its kinda late and i should clean myself up

talk to you tmw? :)

A toothy smile takes over, you want to keep talking to him? To be honest, he was expecting this to be a one time thing, that you wouldn’t reach out to him again. 

Ian_97:

I should clean myself up too.

Yeah of course.

Goodnight.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

goodnight! <3

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Three months have passed since your first sexting session with Jungkook. The pair of you are still unaware of each other's identities, yet completely infatuated with one another. You’ve even strayed away from sexual topics just to talk about your lives.

Jungkook learns that you started writing fanfiction about him when you first started watching his streams about two years ago, strictly writing about him and only him. This only made his crush on you skyrocket, not being able to stop thinking about the mysterious writer he is utterly obsessed with. 

He thinks about you from the moment he wakes up to the second he falls asleep. The attraction and sexual tension between the both of you has been increasing day by day the more you talk to each other. 

Though he isn’t a liar, Jungkook has to be super careful of what he says to you. He keeps things sort of vague with you, telling you the truth about some things but never going into detail. He makes sure to keep it general, but normal at the same time. It’s not like he was a catfish…sort of? He’s still too scared to reveal himself, scared you’ll see him dishonest and not want to talk to him anymore. The last thing he wants you to do is for you to ghost him since he’s already developed a huge crush on you that’d be hard to forget. Soon, you’d realize your relationship is about to take a huge turn that takes you by surprise.

On a late Saturday night, Jungkook begins his stream, deciding to play Valorant. He notices the ring light above his monitor is flickering every few seconds, distracting him from continuing his stream.

Soon enough, the ring light dies, the lighting in his gameroom going dim.

“Shit, hold on guys, let me go grab another light so I can keep playing. It'll take a second.” Jungkook runs to his bedroom, mindlessly grabbing the first lamp he sees: the one from his nightstand. ‘It’s gonna do the job for now,’ Jungkook thinks.

What Jungkook didn’t think of is that coincidentally the hot guy you’ve been sexting has the exact same lamp and same schedule as your favorite streamer.

Coming back into view of the camera set up, he places his lamp towards the left side of his monitor, finally giving his audience decently lighting to see him.

“Okay, I’m back. This is all I have right now, please bear with me.” He laughs a little, slipping back on his headset and getting back to his game.

He plays for another hour and half, invested in the game when his phone goes off: a Twitter notification.

@_elictmoonl1ght sent you a photo!

He opens the message hurriedly, completely forgetting the fact he’s still live streaming, cock twitching when he finally takes in the image.

You’re standing in front of your mirror…completely naked. No underwear, no bra, just you.

Jungkook stares at the picture for a few minutes, taking a mental screenshot of you, memorizing every part of your beautiful body to jerk off to later. Your tits are being supported by your underarms, making them look so soft and plush, nipples erect as always. Your pussy is slightly hidden by the way your legs are crossed over each other, but is still visible to him, and a simple heart tattoo on your hip bone that he recognizes oh so well right now. 

Your toes are painted a clean white color, finger nails the same. Your face is covered by the edge of the mirror and phone, making him needier than ever. Not knowing your identity yet you still sending him a nude makes him want to take you right in front of your mirror, forcing you to look at yourself while he destroys you. Fuck, you’re sexy. 

After thirty seconds of utter disbelief that you’ve just sent him an explicit photo out of nowhere, there's no way he can keep his stream going with a flushed face and a semi-hard cock. He turns off his phone before accidentally flashing his audience.

“Today was really f-fun guys-” he frantically says, clicking out of his game. “H-Hm… I’ll play again with you guys very soon. I promise, something came up I have to tend to. Yeah, so goodnight!” 

Ending his stream immediately after he bids goodbye, he grabs his phone and speeds to his bedroom.

Ian_97:

Fuck baby.

Out of nowhere like that? You want my attention that bad?

_elicticmoonl1ght:

thought  u were doing something important but..ig you aren't

a little odd if u ask me 

Ian_97:

I really was.

Just a coincidence you sent that when I finished.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

no it's okay

jungkook went live at the same time you were gone. funny isn't it?

he also has the same lamp as you! how cute :P

Jungkook's heart drops straight to his ass.

Ian_97:

Really? That’s crazy ngl.

But let’s not forget what you just sent me.

You want my attention don't you, baby?

_elicticmoonl1ght:

hmm maybe 

not my fault you weren't paying attention to me, i got bored >:(

kept thinking ab how’d you’d react if i sent you that out of nowhere

i missed u :,(

Jungkook can’t help but find your neediness so cute, so desperate for an ounce of his attention. Maybe you’re just as obsessed with him as he is you.

 Ian_97:

Don't be like that baby, I'm here now aren't I?

Well my dick won't stop twitching, can’t stop thinking about that tiny cunt of yours.

I missed you too.

Jungkook unzips and pulls down his bottoms and boxers together, his half hard cock already leaking a little. He can’t seem to get your perfect naked body out of his mind, rubbing his cock and thinking about how wet your pussy probably is, how pebbled your nipples must be. All he wants right now is his cock buried into your sweet pussy, mouth busy sucking on your delicate nipples. 

Out of habit, he records himself stroking his cock slowly, tip wet with precum, pubes trimmed a little more than usual. This is so much better than that boring porn he used to watch. He much rather and only can get off to you.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

u shouldn’t have to get off by urself :(

wish it was my mouth making u feel good instead of ur hand

wanna suck u so fucking bad 

@_elictmoonl1ght sent you a video! 

A ten second video of you with your puckered lips wrapped around the pink silicone dildo, as to which Jungkook expressed his liking of the toy you use when you guys sext.

Your neck and bare tits come into view, drool dripping down your chin and onto them as you suck and deepthroat the fake cock. Lewd noises escape your mouth when you gag around the toy, each time more saliva accumulates as you completely swallow it, pulling it out of your mouth and gasping for air.

Ian_97:

Yeah, baby fuck.

Look at you taking that shit.

Want those pretty lips of yours wrapped around my cock. Gonna make you choke on it.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

want u to fuck my throat pls :(

He spits a glob of saliva into his hand and runs his large palm back and forth over his veiny cock. He’d kill for some head right now, masturbating is getting a little tiring, yet your beautiful body and needy texts are more than enough to get him going.

He slightly but audibly moans, knowing you enjoy the little sounds he makes when he gets off. The video of you sucking on the toy replays in his mind, Jungkook barely able to keep it together. Your lips look too soft, they are meant to be all over his cock.

“Y-yeah, shit.” He spits out, finally cumming over his hand and stomach, a little seeping into his belly button. 

Ian_97:

Made me cum so fast.

Should’ve been cumming down your throat.

@_elictmoonl1ght sent you a video! 

The dildo once lodged down your throat is now splitting your precious cunt open. Your inner thighs are covered in your wetness and coating the fake cock that is ramming into your pussy. Your delicate fingers are painted a soft baby blue, shaking with each stroke you make, pussy making lewd sounds.

Your thighs close as you reach your high and cum on the cock you wish was the stranger. Jungkook could never get tired of seeing you cum whether it is from your fingers or toys, he truly enjoys seeing you fuck yourself for him.   

_elicticmoonl1ght:

hmm wish u were cumming inside my cunt instead 

feel so empty now :(

Ian_97:

I do too, so badly.

I’m gonna go clean up and head to sleep though it's pretty late.

Goodnight baby.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

ofc me too!

goodnight jungkook ;)

Jungkook’s heart pluments as he reads your last text. He knows he’s seriously fucked.

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a/n: hi guys!! thank you so much for sticking around for the long awaited pt 2. school took an unexpectedly harsh turn and got a million times harder out of nowhere so i had to take a break from writing. thankful i finished finals so im off of school so im gonna also get out pt. 3 asap! thank you again for reading i appreciate it so much. please don’t hesitate to ask me anything and share & reblog besties!!💘💘🫶🏻

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[gureumz]

are you?

rating: explicit

members: sunghoon, heeseung

notes/warnings: fem!reader, smoking, INFIDELITY, bf!heeseung, reader cheats on heeseung, rivalry between sunghoon and heeseung, university setting, dirty talk, protected sex, public sex, car sex, once again: THERE IS CHEATING IN THIS STORY

a/n: please know that i do not condone cheating irl. this is merely an exercise on writing and a test of my skills when depicting themes like this. got the idea from this tiktok.

read part 2 here

lee heeseung is the perfect boyfriend.

tall, handsome, highly athletic, a phenomenal singer and dancer, oozing charisma with every step he takes, every perfect smile he sends your way, every discreet-but-not-really shift of his hands over the slope of your ass.

you, quiet and often unassuming, couldn't have asked for someone better. not that you wanted to, because you know in your heart of hearts that lee heeseung is as best as you can do.

the way you got together was a serendipitous mix of being at the right place at the right time and an uncharacteristic surge of confidence on your part.

you were loitering right outside the gates of your university, huddled closely with your friends, identical cigarettes hanging between your fingers or puckered in between perfectly glossed lips. a couple of you preferred the artificial, flavored alternatives, but it was nicotine all the same.

"sorry ladies, i hate to do this, but can any of you lend me a lighter?"

you turned and it was like a cliche scene in some romcom. hands shoved in his uniform slacks, the infamous engineering polo hanging off his broad frame, heeseung eyed you with some mix of boyish charm and adorable bashfulness.

it took you a second to realize that you were the one holding the neon pink lighter, having forgotten who it really belonged to. it was communal among your friends at this point.

you, in a split-second decision probably fueled by some kind of girlish giddiness at his handsome looks, held the lighter up and flicked it on.

heeseung chuckled, pulling a box of reds out of his pocket. slipping a cigarette between his lips, he bent down to your level, aligning the end with the tiny flame emitted by the lighter.

"thanks," heeseung said after the end of his cigarette lit up, a puff of smoke escaping his lips. he straightened up, sending you a wink.

your friends were watching this exchange with heightened curiosity, eyebrows raised and mouths curling in amused smiles.

heeseung made a move as if to turn, but stopped short, bringing his attention back to you.

"hey, aren't you jay's friend from high school?" heeseung asked, jerking his head towards the direction of his friends.

you followed the direction of where he vaguely gestured, and sure enough, jay, indeed an old friend from high school, and some other guys were watching you from the other end of the large gate leading to the inside of your university.

you waved at jay and he enthusiastically waved back once he determined who you were.

"________, right?" heeseung had continued to ask, grinning down at you.

"yeah," you confirmed. "sorry, what was your name?"

"heeseung," he replied, holding his hand out to you.

a handshake, exchanged instagrams, about three dates, and two months later, you had the honor of calling yourself lee heeseung's girlfriend.

you wouldn't have it any other way.

especially now that he has his hands running up and down your sides, your back pressed firmly against his front, the music blaring loud in both of your ears.

the party was his idea, obviously, but you wouldn't say no to a night of drinking and dancing with heeseung.

"you look gorgeous," heeseung whispers lowly in your ear. as if to emphasize his point, he places a kiss right behind your ear.

"look at all of these people ogling at you," heeseung adds, chuckling.

"oh please, they're looking at you," you reply. you catch a girl in a sparkly top giving your boyfriend a totally obvious once-over.

heeseung turns you around to face him, hips swaying along to the music. you match his movements, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"only because i'm with the most beautiful girl in here," heeseung counters back, making a move to kiss you on the lips.

you kiss back, feeling his arms tighten around you. you giggle against his mouth.

"slow down there, tiger," you tease as you pull away. "should i get us more drinks?"

heeseung's lips pull up in a smirk. he leans in to kiss you again, briefly this time.

"sure, princess. just rum and coke for me."

you nod, wriggling free from heeseung's grasp. you make your way to the bar, but not before heeseung lands a quick slap to your ass.

you lean over the bar, patiently waiting for the bartender to notice you. you quickly rattle off your orders once he does, and you have time to perch yourself on one of the barstools while you wait.

you survey the club before you. most of the patrons are university-age, just like you, with a good chunk of actual students from your own institution.

you feel somebody slide into the seat next to yours and you spare them an absentminded glance. you do a double take when you realize he was beaming at you.

"are you alone?" the stranger asks. you cautiously shift away from him, though, you would be lying if you said he wasn't attractive.

you remind yourself that even serial killers can look like greek gods.

"no, i'm with my friends," you explain, waving a hand towards the general direction of your table.

"i'm just getting drinks," you continue.

the stranger nods, studying your face. "cool. i'm sunghoon."

he reaches a hand out to you and you stifle a smile.

"________," you return, grasping his hand in yours. his skin was soft, but the grip he has is as manly as it gets.

"wanna dance while you wait for your drinks?" sunghoon asks, leaning in closer. you can smell his perfume now, and you can just make out the moles adorning his face. he has an insanely high-angled nose, too.

"sure," you answer, a grin spreading across your face. you look over sunghoon's shoulder and you have to stop yourself from laughing.

heeseung had sidled up behind sunghoon, eyebrows knit in confusion.

"you have to ask my boyfriend, though," you continue, motioning with your chin towards heeseung. a master of timing as always, heeseung walks over to you and drapes an arm around your shoulder.

"ask me, what, park?" heeseung questions, raising an eyebrow at sunghoon.

you look up at heeseung in surprise, not expecting him to actually know sunghoon.

sunghoon deflects from the question. "didn't expect to see you here, hyung."

heeseung scoffs, pulling you closer to him.

"i could say the same for you," heeseung says in something akin to a sneer. "finally pulled the stick out your ass enough to have fun?"

sunghoon rolls his eyes, rising from his seat. he locks eyes with you and smiles.

"nice meeting you, ________."

without another word, sunghoon stalks off into the crowd, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"what was that about? you know him?" you interrogate heeseung, slipping your fingers between his.

heeseung snickers before leaning down to kiss your temple.

"just some asshole from one of my classes," heeseung explains. "completely insufferable."

you decide not to press on the matter further, and to your relief, the bartender returns, sliding your drinks towards you.

heeseung picks up his drink and downs half of it. the uneasy clenching in his jaw doesn't go unnoticed by you.

---

one thing you've learned about heeseung is that he loves attention. whether he's aware of this or not is unknown to you.

not that it's a bad thing, but you speculate that with a face like that and a multitude of talents, heeseung just grew accustomed to being poured with attention and compliments.

you didn't mind it, or at least you tried not to mind it. stopping every few paces when you're walking across campus with heeseung because he ran into someone he knew is one thing, the overflowing comments on his social media posts are fine, but even you're not above admitting that the plethora of girls that dote on your boyfriend don't give your skin an uncomfortable prickle.

you don't say anything because you should be thankful that your boyfriend is major hot stuff at your uni, but it's the way he responds so enthusiastically to girls gushing over him that irks you.

but you're afraid of shattering the perfect trajectory your relationship. you convince yourself that it's just some underlying insecurity you have and you can get over it. you tell yourself that you're okay with not bringing it up with heeseung.

because you love him and you're sure he doesn't mean it.

bball practice is gonna run late tonight. don't wait up k baby?

the text from heeeung pings on your screen and you hurriedly type out an affirming reply.

you flip your phone face down on the table, pulling your tablet closer to you, eyes refocusing on the notes displayed across the screen. you're kind of glad that heeseung was busy because you really needed to hunker down and study for a major test tomorrow.

that's how you found yourself cooped up in the library, in the very back section where few students care enough to venture, to ensure the least amount of distraction for you.

there's about three other students within your immediate vicinity but a blur of movement alerts you that a fourth person is about to join you. you look up from your notes and you nearly gasp when you realize who it is.

he hasn't noticed you yet, eyes too focused on picking the perfect desk for him to settle into, but you know without a shadow of a doubt that sunghoon is the one making his way toward your side of the library.

your eyes finally meet him and for a second, neither of you makes a move, just staring blankly at each other. but then sunghoon brings a hand up and waves, smiling handsomely at you.

you wave back politely and for some reason, sunghoon takes this as an invitation to seat himself at the desk directly to your left.

"mind if i sit here?" sunghoon whispers. you're mildly surprised to find out that he looks even better under regular, non-strobe lighting.

"not at all," you say, shaking your head. you turn back to your desk, but you know you're already half-distracted.

it's that damned perfume of his, for sure.

thankfully, sunghoon doesn't try to make further conversation and after a while you find yourself slowly sinking back into zen, eyes moving over the subject matter you were studying. your focus is once again interrupted only by sunghoon abruptly rising from his seat.

he catches your eye as he walks over to some bookshelves and he smiles at you yet again. without even thinking, you notice yourself smiling back.

you hold your breath as you watch the spot where he disappeared between stacks of books, unsure what you're even waiting for. as if pulled by some unknown force, you slip off your own seat, legs bringing you to the exact bookshelf where sunghoon is rifling through some reference books.

he's hunched over the text, forehead creased in concentration as he scans over the words, but his expression eases when he sees you appear in his periphery.

"oh, _______," sunghoon lets out, mildly startled. "nice seeing you again here."

you don't say anything for a few seconds, suddenly at a loss for what exactly you were doing following sunghoon. he looks at you expectantly, but you notice the hint of amusement dancing in his dark eyes.

"i have something to ask you," you say rather plainly. sunghoon closes the book in his hand, tucking it under his arm.

"shoot," sunghoon replies, leaning against the bookshelf. your eyes flit for a moment to the veins running up his arms.

"are you in some sort of fight with my boyfriend?" you ask, stepping closer, conscious that your voice might carry over to the librarian's desk nearby.

sunghoon chuckles. "heeseung-hyung is the only one fighting. i would prefer not to get into any altercations with him."

you tilt your head to the side, confused. sunghoon licks his lips before continuing.

"i guess he's not used to someone competing with him and actually winning over him sometimes," sunghoon explains.

you ponder on this for a moment. you're aware that heeseung has some sort of an ego, but being mere months into the relationship, you weren't fully sure how deep it went.

"so, you two are in some sort of academic rivalry?" you joke, eyebrows raised at sunghoon. he laughs quietly.

"i guess? he can only wish to be as good as i am in calculus," sunghoon jests back, inching ever so slightly closer to you.

you're nearly toe to toe but the way sunghoon's hair falls into his eyes, and the curve of his lips as he smiles has you frozen in place, admiring every sharp turn of his features.

"don't go stealing my boyfriend, now," you reply, moving as if to kick sunghoon in the shin. you lightly nudge his leg with your foot.

so it's you who ultimately breaks the physical barrier.

sunghoon chuckles, shaking his head. he briefly touches your chin with his forefinger and you bristle, surprised at the unexpected contact.

"it's not your boyfriend i want," sunghoon says before walking off.

you stand there, fingertips tingling and heart beating wildly.

---

sex with heeseung is often spontaneous and because of that, you've found yourself stretched out from his cock in unusual places around campus more times than you care to admit.

this evening, you're shoved behind some bleachers in your university's basketball court, your hands braced against the metal as heeseung pounds you from behind.

your prudish uniform skirt is bunched up around your waist, and one cup of your bra is pulled all the way down under your blouse. you bite down on your lip, hard, as heeseung pistons in and out of you.

"fuck, heeseung, please," you whisper, unsure whether you're asking him to please, make me cum or please, hurry up. maybe both. because you can hear footsteps and voices approaching and despite the boost of newfound confidence you've acquired with being heeseung's girlfriend, you're not sure what you'd do with yourself if you suddenly find yourself trending among the students of your university for fucking behind the bleachers.

heeseung merely grunts in reply, sealing his hand over your mouth. you can see through the gaps in the bleachers that there's a group making their way toward your general direction. it's dark enough, just after dusk, that you're concealed from anyone standing a few feet away, but you suddenly remember with a chill that people often come here to smoke and do other...recreational substances.

someone from the group is walking faster than the rest and he's making a beeline straight to where you and heeseung are. heeseung's movements have slowed down to mild, drawn-out thrusts, but he keeps his hand over your face.

stepping into the dimmed lighting of the court, the figure approaching your spot stops short. he's looking directly at you.

you realize with a start, your heart sinking in humiliation, that it's sunghoon who's staring right into your eyes, his gaze somehow finding yours in the shadows of the bleachers. his face twitches in recognition before morphing into an expression of amusement.

"let's go somewhere else," sunghoon calls out to his companions, eyes still locked on yours.

"i think someone's fucking in the bleachers," sunghoon adds, before finally tearing his vision away from you.

the others who came with sunghoon laugh, hollering and making obscene sounds, but they walk away nonetheless, leaving you and heeseung alone once again in the court.

"who was that?" heeseung questions, removing his hand from your face. he licks the shell of your ear before biting down on your earlobe.

"n-no idea," you reply shakily, suppressing a cry as heeseung sinks his dick deep into you.

---

"are you here for heeseung?"

you look up from your phone, eyes landing on sunghoon's tall figure. he has the same easy stance, arms crossed, and his signature smile.

"yeah," you reply curtly, memories of that night behind the bleachers flooding back in your mind.

"why, so you can fuck him again behind the bleachers?" sunghoon asks, stepping closer. you look over his shoulder nervously at the other students pouring out of the classroom where he came from.

"that's none of your business," you say, avoiding his eyes.

"oh, yeah?" sunghoon asks with a laugh. "i'm pretty sure you made it everyone's business when you decided to fuck in public."

"it wasn't totally in public."

"sure, it was. anyone could've walked in."

sunghoon reaches for a strand of your hair. you feel your eyes flutter nearly shut when his hand brushes against your cheek.

"good thing i was the one who did," sunghoon adds, winking.

"did you enjoy the show?" you ask lowly, finally meeting sunghoon's eyes.

"did you wish it was you?"

sunghoon gulps, stepping back. just then, you see heeseung walk out of the classroom, eyes lighting up at the sight of your face.

"hey, baby," he greets, reaching for you. he stops when he sees sunghoon standing nearby.

"are you that thick that i need to explicitly tell you that i don't want you near my girlfriend?" heeseung scoffs at sunghoon.

"chill out, hyung, we just recognized each other from the club," sunghoon replies, eyeing you one last time before walking away.

you try not to let your hands shake so hard as heeseung links his arm with yours, rattling off about his class.

---

you're convinced that he's following you. how could he not be, when he's slipping into the same desk next to you in the library?

"miss me?" sunghoon asks playfully, setting his bag down on the desk in front of him.

it's been nearly two weeks since you last saw him outside that classroom, having been caught up in the whirlwind of midterms. even your time with heeseung was limited, with only brief lunches together as life pulled you in all different directions.

"not at all," you reply nonchalantly. your stomach flips when you inhale and you catch yet another whiff of his perfume.

would it be wrong to say that maybe you did miss him?

"come on, i thought you liked my company," sunghoon quips, leaning his elbow on the desk and perching his chin on his palm. he looks at you directly, unabashedly eyeing you up and down.

"where did you get that idea?" you ask in an attempt to sound irritable, but your voice comes out in a weak whisper.

sunghoon shrugs. "just a feeling."

"if you didn't, you would have told heeseung-hyung about our chance meetings and he would have beaten me up to a pulp by now," sunghoon continues, getting up from his seat before stretching lazily.

you swallow, pondering his words. it's true. if you disliked his presence so much, you would have ratted him out to heeseung. you know what sunghoon is doing. you can practically feel the flirty undertone in his words. if you were a better person, you would have shut it down a long time ago.

are you a better person?

"i kinda need your help, though," sunghoon says, staring down at you. you raise your eyes to his and you know he loves the perspective it gives him.

"i might need more books than i can carry," sunghoon explains. "might need an extra pair of hands."

without another word, he stalks off, disappearing between the same two bookshelves where you had your first conversation in this library.

you laugh to yourself, knowing that everything that came out of his mouth just now was bullshit, a guy who clearly spends hours in the gym, arms totally jacked, needing your help with a stack of books?

tell me right now, are you a better person?

possibly not, because you stand up all the same, legs mechanically taking you to where you know sunghoon is. you turn the corner and sure enough, sunghoon is waiting, back pressed against the wall at the very end of the two bookshelves. his arms are crossed and despite the shadows cast on his figure by the wooden shelves, you know his eyes are trained on you.

you take a quick glance over your shoulder, but you know no one else is there other than the surly librarian sitting at her desk. why were you in the library, anyway? exams had just finished. surely, you had a reason.

or maybe it was the same serendipitous mix of being at the right place at the right time and an uncharacteristic surge of confidence on your part.

last chance. are you a better person?

surely you aren't. not when you're practically shoving yourself against sunghoon's wide frame, fingers frantically clutching at his clothing as you pull him closer, closer, please, closer. not when you're kissing him with so much hunger, teeth clashing and tongues licking messily into each other's mouths.

sunghoon presses you against the wall, reaching under your skirt, and pulling the thin material of your underwear aside. he drinks in your moans as he easily finds your clit, rubbing in slow circles with his index and middle finger.

he pulls away, watching you as you throw your head back in pleasure. you refuse to look at him, lest it makes this whole thing seem real.

"look at me," sunghoon whispers right next to your ear. you shake your head, tears prickling in your eyes.

tears of shame.

sunghoon switches his fingers, replacing his index with his middle. he gathers the wetness between your legs, coating his digits generously. he slides the two fingers inside you and you nearly fall apart right at that moment.

you open your eyes, blinking the tears away and sunghoon is looking at you with an intensity that has your knees buckling. salty streaks cascade down your cheeks and sunghoon leans in to kiss them away.

"tell me to stop and i'll stop," sunghoon mumbles against your temple.

you wrap your arms around his torso, curling your fingers in the material of his uniform.

"keep going," you whisper. sunghoon kisses your forehead, your nose, then finally your lips.

his fingers drag in and out of you and you pant against sunghoon's mouth. it's embarrassing how close he's getting you. just a little more and he'll successfully coax an orgasm out of you.

you momentarily remember that it takes heeseung way longer to get you to finish, and that's often with help from your own fingers.

oh, god, heeseung. what have i done?

"that's it, love, it's okay," sunghoon says against the top of your head when he feels you clenching around him.

just as you predicted, it doesn't take too long. you finish with a quiet shudder against sunghoon's chest, your lip nearly bruised at how hard you've bitten down on it.

hiccupping, you lean back, watching as sunghoon brings his coated fingers to his lips, licking them clean and relishing in the way you're staring intently at his actions.

sunghoon leans in to kiss you a moment later and you whimper softly when you taste yourself on his tongue.

"we should go," sunghoon whispers, breath fanning your face.

you merely nod, shakily smoothing your clothes down.

---

you and heeseung look like the perfect couple.

you, in your dress that perfectly complimented the color of heeseung's suit and heeseung beaming proudly as he leads you through the hotel lobby towards the event hall.

it didn't take much convincing for you to agree to be heeseung's date to the engineering division's anniversary dinner. you love dressing up for fancy events and you love heeseung, so it was a no-brainer.

you love heeseung. you truly, deeply, honestly love heeseung.

you know you do. even when merely a week ago, you had his so-called rival's fingers deep inside you in a quiet corner of the library.

and as the saying goes, speak of the devil.

sunghoon is standing by the door of the event hall, dressed smartly in his own suit, and a similarly attired woman standing next to him. you've seen her before, one of the models on the university's advertorial billboards scattered all over the city.

you catch sunghoon's eye as you approach the hall but he makes no indication of noticing you. heeseung steers the two of you into the venue, his hand settling on the small of your back.

"i'm surprised park got himself a date for tonight," heeseung jokes, smirking down at you.

"don't be like that," you return weakly. "you're putting out bad karma."

heeseung just chuckles, leaning down to kiss your cheek. he leads you to a table, one matching the number on your invitations. heeseung greets the people at the table and you smile when he introduces you. you're about to take a seat when you spot sunghoon and his date walking over.

"oh great, we're sharing a table," heeseung comments sarcastically, slipping into his own seat. you lay a hand on heeseung's thigh in warning as you settle beside him.

sunghoon just smiles, coaxing his companion closer to him.

"you all look great tonight," sunghoon offers brightly to everyone at the table, eyes lingering just a second longer on you.

"this is wonyoung, but i'm sure you know who she is," sunghoon adds and the girl beside him visibly blushes.

you stop breathing when sunghoon situates himself on the chair beside you, his knee briefly knocking against yours. you feel heeseung tighten his hold on your hand.

you breeze through the program rather easily, mostly ignoring sunghoon's looming presence beside you and busying yourself with your boyfriend and his other classmates instead.

that is, until you feel fingers brush against your knee under the tablecloth.

he wouldn't dare.

would he?

you discreetly check on heeseung and he's animatedly discussing something with another guy who you learned was named jake. you chew on your lip nervously, trying to appear engaged in their conversation despite the undeniable press of sunghoon's fingertips on your knee.

you clear your throat, quickly knocking sunghoon's hand away.

"i might go for a quick smoke," you say a little sheepishly, laying a hand on heeseung's shoulder. "you wanna come with?"

heeseung pauses for a second but shakes his head. "you go ahead, baby. text me if you need anything, okay?"

you nod, tight-lipped as you smile at him. you grab your purse, and you mentally punch yourself for feeling relieved that heeseung said no.

you wouldn't dare.

would you?

you make brief eye contact with sunghoon as you stand, excusing yourself from the rest of the table.

you weave through the throng of people in the event hall, speedwalking through the lobby, and clambering down the stairs at the exit before finally arriving at the hotel parking lot.

you find a low wall towards the edge of the lot, deeming it clean enough for you to sit on. you hoist yourself up, letting your legs dangle from the edge.

you sit there, having gone through two whole sticks before you see a figure walking towards you.

"your boyfriend's looking for you," sunghoon declares, coming to a stop in front of you. from where you're seated on the wall, you're a good few inches taller than him now.

"is he really?" you ask, taking a drag from your cigarette. sunghoon doesn't say anything. after a moment, he holds his hand out.

you pass him the cigarette, watching as he inhales. his eyes don't leave yours as he steps closer, taking another drag before returning the stick back to you.

the cig is still half good but you extinguish it against the wall, dropping it into the concrete below. sunghoon's standing right in front of you now, hands smoothing up your thighs.

"you're really fucking gorgeous tonight," sunghoon blurts out, leaning in close.

you lay your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself, letting sunghoon run the tip of his nose against your neck, inhaling deeply as if memorizing your scent. you exhale as you feel him kiss your shoulder, his finger discreetly nudging the strap of your dress down.

"not here," you warn, letting the strap stay down. you reach over to run your hands through sunghoon's hair near the nape of his neck.

not here.

not 'no' or 'stop it'. it's a 'yes', but not where everyone can see.

"my car is right there," sunghoon says matter-of-factly, turning to gesture at a black car just a few feet away.

you eye it thoughtfully, imagination already running wild as you estimate the wide backseat space of sunghoon's vehicle.

you're pulled out of your thoughts when you hear sunghoon laugh.

"whatever you're thinking, we can make it happen," sunghoon says, a seductive lilt evident in his voice. you turn to him, grasping his face in your hands.

you kiss him as if he's the only man you've ever wanted.

you kiss him as if breaking apart would kill you. even as he's pulling you off the wall from where you're seated, you make no move to part from his lips.

how you got into his backseat without tripping over yourselves is beyond you. but you're here now, your dress unzipped and pulled down to reveal your chest. sunghoon's tie is yanked loose, the first few buttons of his dress shirt undone. he's sitting, leaned back, with you perched on his lap.

"do you want it?" sunghoon questions, a hand grasping one of your boobs, his face pressed up against the side of your neck.

"yes," you gasp out. sunghoon grunts in your ear.

you lean back to let sunghoon undo his pants enough for him to pull them just below his half-hard dick. he wraps a large hand around his shaft, pulling you close, melding your lips together.

"middle console," sunghoon directs, guiding your hand behind you. you feel around the storage space, fingers finding the telltale foil material of a condom wrapper.

you hand it to sunghoon, breathing heavily as you watch him rip it open with his teeth. he expertly slides it down on himself with one hand, his other already pulling at your skirt.

you get it out of the way eventually, your hips hovering right above sunghoon's. you blindly guide sunghoon to your entrance, gasping when you feel his tip prod at your hole.

before you know it, you've sunk down on sunghoon completely, his strong arms bracing you against him, letting the both of you grow accustomed to each other.

"you're perfect," sunghoon babbles into your hair and you squeeze your eyes shut, guilt rising in your chest.

but all that falls away when you feel sunghoon angle his hips up, thrusting shallowly into you. you cry out into his shoulder, scrambling to hold yourself up so he can move a little more freely.

you plant your legs on either side of him, holding yourself up on your knees. sunghoon readjusts himself, holding you over him. you move your hips experimentally and both of you groan at how deep he goes inside you.

in the dark, cramped space of sunghoon's car, with the air conditioning set to lowest so as to not draw any attention to both of you, you start to ride him.

it's sloppy, messy, uncoordinated, but the desire that burns within both of you is enough to fuel you on. you pray in the back of your mind that no one comes this way, but your brain is largely occupied by sunghoon and sunghoon alone.

how he feels inside you, how hot his breath is against your chest, how sweet your name sounds coming from his mouth.

just as you're tiring, sunghoon maneuvers you so you're laying on the seat, your hands bracing against the door above you. sunghoon leans over you, slipping in once more. you spread your legs wider, and despite the awkward angle, all is forgotten once sunghoon moves.

the car is rocking softly now, you're sure of it, but the pleasure building inside you has you throwing all care out the window.

"you feel so good," you whimper, nails digging into sunghoon's shoulders.

"yeah?" sunghoon says. "better than heeseung-hyung?"

you're struck speechless, but sunghoon slams into you harder, as if demanding an answer.

"better than your arrogant boyfriend, hm?" sunghoon pries, pupils blown wide as he looks straight into your own eyes.

"i see the way he acts," sunghoon continues, spitting the words out harshly. "going around acting like he can pull anyone and everyone."

the words spark something primal in you. yes, yes, you're right!

"can't he see he has this perfect fucking pussy at his disposal?" sunghoon says through gritted teeth.

"yes," you finally relent, moaning wantonly when you feel sunghoon hit a certain spot within you. "fuck, you're so much better than him."

this sends sunghoon into a frenzy, fucking into you with abandon, the repeated and prolonged stretch in your pussy making your head spin and the muscles in your abdomen tighten.

"come on, love," sunghoon says, almost pleading. "need you to cum with me."

"oh god," you breathe out, one of your hands finding purchase on the headrest above you and the other tugging harshly at sunghoon's hair.

"yes, yes, sunghoon, shit, right there!"

sunghoon lets out a guttural sound as he cums, your own orgasm slamming into you with strength and magnitude you didn't know was possible for you to experience.

a minute passes. then two. the night is once again quiet, the distant sound of music coming from the event hall seemingly worlds away.

you and sunghoon hurriedly compose yourselves, erasing any trace of what just transpired.

on the other side of the wall from where you sat merely minutes before, cigarette butts and a knotted condom lie forgotten, the only evidence of your ultimate undoing.

---

"you seem exhausted, babe," heeseung comments, casting a sideways glance at you. you lean against the passenger side window, your eyes heavy with sleep.

the city lights zoom past you as heeseung drives down the highway with little interruption, seeing as it's past midnight on a weekday.

"yeah, i'm just not used to wearing heels for that long," you supply, yawning just as you get the sentence out.

heeseung lays a comforting hand on your thigh. you place your own hand on top of his, grasping his fingers in yours. if he notices just how hard you're squeezing, he doesn't comment on it.

"i love you," heeseung says, bringing your joined hands up to his lips.

a pause.

"i love you, too," comes your quiet reply.

#enhypen smut #enhypen scenarios #sunghoon smut #heeseung smut #sunghoon scenarios #heeseung scenarios #w: sunghoon #w: heeseung

[ambassadorarlert]

toxic!armin head canons

author’s note: this fr has been a long time coming. it took a while to gather my thoughts lmao. he can’t be sweet all the time, right??😭

warning: modern au. toxic characteristics — obsession, jealousy, possessiveness. gaslighting.

18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

we're not gonna look away from armin's whole underlying character trait of being a known manipulator. he is going to gaslight you.

armin starts his mind games as a last resort. when he's desperate to have his way. when he's being back into a corner, and you're holding your ground in an argument or disagreement. when you're winning and he's losing. he'll play into his unfortunate-baby face-sweet-boy persona and say, "i'm only telling you/doing this because i love you!" armin slaps, "I don't know what you want me to do." at the end of most arguments because he knows it will make you quit arguing out of pure frustration.

we can all agree armin goes through your phone

he immediately clicks on iMessage to see who you’ve been texting. snoops through everything. pictures, contacts, notes. all of it. armin goes all up in your private dm’s, discord, looks through your snapchats. who you’ve been sending tiktoks to. he’s so extra, he even scrolls on your social media timelines. your dash. your fyp. just to see what you’re always looking and giggling at bc who is making you laugh if it’s not him ? arminknows he won’t find anything and that you would never do anything behind his back. but he looks anyway and holds his breath just in case. and, if he does find something he doesn’t like, he will confront you about it and not even address the bigger question

major attachment issues. in bold, italics and regular size font.

the root cause being his parents died when he was really young and was only raised by his grandpa who worked all the time. /: armin definitely has mommy issues. he's very anxious to pleasure you and do everything you want him to bc a.) he's hopelessly devoted to you b.) for some reason he think it'll make you love him more. armin will get really attached to you after the first date, and everything in your relationship moves quickly. he says i love you first. 3 months into the relationship you’re moving in together. engaged after 1 year, married 6 months later. he’s sensitive and in tune with everything you’re doing and feeling and saying. the slightest change in your voice, oh you must be mad at him. when you're literally just tired and have 0 energy, he must be annoying you. armin needs regular reassurance and validation. he will straight up ask “do you still love me?” at least once a day.

armin gets jealous so. so easily.

armin thinks he's not good enough for you and that you deserve someone who can do the things he can't, while simultaneously not being able to bear the thought of you being with another man. he views other guys as a threat and is off-putting on purpose. he goes through your followers and interactions daily and reports guys who leave compliments and thirsts. he gives guys dirty looks when he see's them obviously looking at you. will ask trap questions like "would you still be with me if you could start your life over?" armin is well liked among your girlfriends but makes no effort with your guy friends, and has succeeded in distancing you from a few of them. he disguises ultimatums as open communication. armin's jealousy is a delicate spectrum.

he's very possessive of you.

you're his everything and he wants everyone to know that. you're so gorgeous, he's not gonna hide you away. armin recognizes that you're your own person, and you can show off however you'd like. as long as he's somewhere in the background. he encourages that you tag him in all your posts. he fights for his life trying to convince you to let him come with you while you go out with your friends and he wins most of the time. but when he has to stay home, he stays up and waits for you, he double/triple texts and asks when you'll be home even though you made a point to give him a timeframe. and don't even be 5 minutes late because armin already has seventy-five questions lined up. if he's feeling extra silly, he'll start a fight over text. 🤪

2023. do not copy or repost any work by arlertwitch on any other platform. violators will be prosecuted. 🪼 — @artsyblkblocked / @sleazymac-n-cheesy / @arlerts-angel / @chiinni / @aegonslawyer / @stoned-eren /

#its not even his fault fr. #he’s just protective that’s all. #he’s been through a lot and he can’t always help it ok #my writing #armin arlert #armin imagine #armin headcanons #toxic!armin #armin drabble #armin one shot #armin x reader #armin x y/n #armin x you #armin x black reader #armin x fem reader #armin x black y/n

[morganbritton132]

You said that you did not have tiktok, so you have likely not seen it but there is this series called roll for sandwich in which this guy makes a list if ingredients (like a list of types of bread that he has, vegetables, roughage, sauces, wild magic, etc) and each option has a number, so he rolls DnD dies and randomly makes sandwiches and rates them

Very popular, it has inspired a lot of spin-offs, people love it. He always starts with “Hello DnD tiktok and beyond, welcome to roll for sandwich a series were we let fate decide our lunch” it’s great.

My point is, Eddie would definitely do something like that but with one of his many hobbies and post it on TT.

I have not seen this, but I do love the concept. I do think I might’ve seen a spin-off though because my sister sent me a video of a girl using a d20 to decide which chore she was going to do next, and I can definitely see that one being used in the Harrington/Munson household.

Every summer begins with a deep clean.

Steve shampoos all the carpet. He pressure-washes their driveway. He declutters the entire top floors of their house. Eddie, if he is a smart man, cleans his studio.

Eddie is not always a smart man.

He gets distracted, or bored, or he just doesn’t want to do it, but this year, he’s determined. He makes a list of everything he needs to do and everything that he wants to do, and then he numbers it. He even starts a live-stream to give him more incentive to stay on task, and it works for a while.

He rolls the dice and gets a 4. He changes the burnt out lightbulb in the overhead light.

He rolls the dice and gets a 17. He dusts and reorganizes their record collection.

He rolls the dice, gets a 11. He paints the sword on his latest miniature.

He rolls the dice, gets a 9. He moves the couch to get the guitar picks that have fallen under it.

He rolls a 15, takes a break, gets distracted by a box of old tour memorabilia.

The chat is not helpful with getting him back on track because they are more interested in the stack of postcards that Eddie pulled out of the box. They need more than Eddie saying that Steve kept every postcard he sent him, especially when he looked at one of them and said, “Ha! In this one, I asked him to send me some dirty pictures. If I remember correctly, he did.”

An hour later, Eddie’s like, “Maybe I should get back to cleaning.”

He rolls again, scores a 20. Eddie looks at his list and reads, “Do something you want to do.”

He thinks about it for a second and then reaches under the couch and pulls out some ancient looking walkie-talkie, “Eddie to Stevie, do you copy?”

Eddie releases the button, waits a second, and then repeats himself. He does this a few times before he gets back, “What do you want, Eddie?”

“Wanna fuck?” Eddie asks. “Over.”

There’s a long pause and then Steve says over the line, “Did you vacuum?”

Eddie, who did not do that, says, “Yep.”

“Okay,” Steve says eventually. “Come up here.”

Eddie smiles brightly and tosses the walkie back down on the couch, before taking the stairs two at a time. The room descends in silence and then you hear static from the walkie followed by Dustin’s voice saying, “If you’re going to make a booty call, use your own frequency. Over.”

#Dustin texted Steve to let him know that Eddie was calling for him on the walkie and then got subjected to their phone sex #also Eddie did try to make soup once using the luck of the dice and it did not go well #Steve was sick and wanted chicken noodle but the soup was mostly onions #it was almost entirely onions and broth #eddie munson tiktok saga #steve harrington #eddie munson

[shinestarhwaa]

16,25,32,69-yunsanhwa please? thxx.!

I got a little too excited with this one HAHA I'm sorry, I hope you enjoy it cuz I rly did xo

WHAT HAPPENS IN LONDON || YUNSANHWA

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Ateez!Yunho/San/Seonghwa x manager!reader

Word Count: 3k

Tags/warnings: Idol!AU, Dom!Yunho, Dom!San, Sub!Seonghwa, Sub!reader, Foursome, Dirty Talk, M x M (only SanHwa), bottom!Seonghwa, top!San, oral sex (f and m receiving), fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex, vaginal sex, anal sex (m receiving), lots of orgasms, handjob, Seonghwa is a wee bit pervy, voyeurism

Taglist: @anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @changbinslovelylegs @jonghostie @lovjensoo @1-800-shedevil @glintneon123 @mjyungi

ENJOY!

It had been a fun evening so far, walking around the city with the three boys. They treated you on a meal and you showed them various locations and even took videos of their silly Tiktok ideas.

They were lovely really, very different from the artists you had worked with before. You've had two managing jobs before but they didn't last long because of various reasons, but you got hired by KQ for Ateez and you couldn't be happier.

It paid well and they treated you nicely. They always made you laugh and made sure you were comfortable while you're the one who should take care of them instead. Somewhere in your heart you felt like they truly cared for you and you really felt like you didn't deserve them.

After safely getting them back to their hotel, San invited you and the other two boys into his room for a nightcap. After some begging and pleading you finally agreed and entered his room.

As Seonghwa and Yunho had already sat down on the chairs you stood a little awkwardly beside San's bed, drink in your hand. "Just sit, manager-nim," San pouted, pulling your sweater. You couldn't help but smile at the boy and you nodded, sitting down next to him.

The conversation carried on normally until Yunho decided to ask you more personal questions. "So, you're not involved with anyone, manager-nim?" He asked. You shook your head and laughed a bit sheepish. "No, it has been a while, I'm too busy with you idiots," you answered with a grin.

"Oh, really? Well then I'm sorry," Yunho apologized, "we should make up for that in some way right?"

You locked eyes with Yunho as your mouth went dry. What did he mean by that? "I mean, it is only fair," he carried on, "you're taking good care of us as our manager, Y/N, but who's gonna take care of you?"

The way his name fell off your lips made you feel all tingly, a feeling you tried to ignore and block out, but it was impossible because his deep voice send shivers and all kinds of signals directly down to your core.

"I-I...," you stammered, "I can take perfectly good care of myself, I have my own apartment and I don't have debts-." "I believe that isn't what Yunho meant," Seonghwa chimed in. His stare was a little more intense than you were used to from him, his soft and shiny boba eyes gone.

"You know what we mean," San suddenly hushed by your ear, "who's there to please you? I bet we can do it better than you and your little toys could." "T-toys?" You gasped. "We know what's in that red bag of yours, remember the day you slept in our hotelroom last month?" San asked, reminiscing the night where you lost your keys so you crashed on their couch.

"You looked in my bag?" You asked, nervously. "Well, it was open for everyone to see so, yes, I saw what was in there," San confessed. "But believe me, my cock is bigger than that, I could please you so much better than that thing... I bet all three of us could."

You swallowed thickly and crossed your legs. "I-I don't know San, this all seems quite unprofessional," you muttered. "It's just one night, Y/N, and besides that, no one has to know about it," Yunho said. You hesitated, looking at the gorgeous men in front of you.

It was too good to be true right? Three hot and famous men wanting to have sex with you in a beautiful hotelroom on the other side of the world? But how could you say no if they looked at you like this?

"How... would that work?" You asked carefully, earning a few glances and smirks from the boys. "Well you know how sex works right? You can't be a virgin," San grinned. "No, no I know... I'm not a virgin," you said, blushing, "it's just... how would it work with the four of us...? You'd all be naked in front of each other, is that not a problem for you?"

San smirked and let his hand glide over your thigh. "I'm kinda excited about it, actually," he confessed. "Always have been curious about seeing their cocks hard and leaking...," he went on, "and Seonghwa hyungies hole."

Seonghwa blushed and his eyes went wide as he tried to hide his growing boner with his sweater. "Wh-whatt?" He giggled as he looked away, unable to face him. "You heard me." What did he say?

"I don't care what you guys want, all I know is that right know I'm gonna rip off those stupid tight clothes and I'm gonna ravish your naked body," Yunho grunted. "Hm, we'll share," San said.

San kissed your lips and you immediately melted in his embrace. You had always wondered what his arms felt like, his big strong arms that drove every woman on the planet absolutely insane and they felt great.

San kept kissing you as Yunho got on his knees in front of you, pulling down your skirt and spreading your legs a little, seeing the wet patch on your underwear. "Ooh, did we get you wet, Y/N?" Yunho smirked. You broke off the kiss with San, already missing his soft lips as you nodded and slipped your panties off. Yunho nearly growled at the sight of your bare pussy in front of him, running his hands over your soft thighs.

San undid your blouse and bra in a few simple motions, leaving you completely naked. You felt so exposed, looking at the three completely clothed boys and they caught up on it quickly. One by one they started to undress, leaving just their underwear on.

Yunho got between your legs again and licked a stripe up from the bottom of your cunt all the way to your clit, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. "O-Oh, Yunie," you panted out, making Yunho grin as he heard the nickname you always gave him roll from your tongue in the form of a moan.

"Yunie, Yunie, Yunie!" You moaned as he fucked you with his tongue and occasionally sucked on your clit. "Stay quiet dear, they'll be able to hear us," San smirked as he kissed your neck and fondled your breasts. You saw Seonghwa in the corner of the room, clearly nervous but palming his crotch as he watched Yunho eat your pussy.

"A-Are you not joining in, Seonghwa?" You asked him, as you were kind of hoping he would come closer and pleasure you. He was a little shy, but he nodded and came closer, sitting on your left side. "If we're gonna do this I want all three of you," you said in a husky tone as you kissed his neck and latched your tongue on his sensitive skin.

His brows furrowed and he swallowed thickly, clearly getting harder from your actions. Your hand reached Yunho's dark hair and pulled it slightly. He looked up at you from between your legs and moaned against your pussy as he kept eating you out.

"So when did you start thinking about fucking me?" You panted out as you grinded your sex on Yunho's tongue. "Hmm, for months now," he moaned against your cunt. You moaned out his name again, a little louder this time.

"You want them all to hear, don't you? You want everyone to hear how good Yunie's making you feel?" San smirked. You couldn't even form a proper sentence because Yunho was currently bringing you to fucking paradise on that skilled tongue. Your moans grew louder as your orgasm washed over you, body trembling in San's embrace.

"Fuck, that's so hot," Seonghwa breathed out as he watched Yunho ride out your orgasm, licking your pussy clean. "Yeah? You want in too, hyung?" San smirked. Seonghwa bit his lip and nodded. He really seemed to be a bit more submissive towards the other boys, wondering what he would be like to you.

"Kiss first then," San stated, pulling Seonghwa closer by his neck and crashing their lips together. Fuck. You were squished between them as they made out, your pussy clenching around nothing as you got needier and needier.

Suddenly you felt two of San's thick fingers in your cunt, pushing in and out of you, making you moan out. Seonghwa reached for your pussy too, rubbing your clit with his middlefinger as San kept fucking you with his fingers. You cried out and clenched around their fingers, the pleasure being so good. ''O-Oh my fucking God,'' you moaned out as Seonghwa picked up the pace. This way you could never last long.

Before you knew it you came again, arousal seeping out of you and coating San's fingers. The boys pulled their hands away and ended the kiss and San held his fingers in front of Seonghwa's mouth, ordering him to lick them off. Seonghwa sucked San's fingers clean while looking at him so intensely as you pulled San's underwear down.

San's dick was rather girthy and thick and it nearly made you drool. Wow, fuck. You got on your knees in front of him and Seonghwa followed your lead. ''I think our hyung is a little needy for cock, don't you think?'' Yunho grinned as he sat on one of the chairs, stroking his erection through his underwear. ''Are you needy for cock, Seonghwa hyung?'' San asked, raising his right eyebrow.

Seonghwa's cheeks and ears were red, so embarrassed but God, it was so cute. ''Can I?'' Seonghwa asked with a small voice. ''Hm... What about Y/N then?'' San asked. Seonghwa thought for a few seconds until Yunho showed up naked and sat next to San. ''She can suck my cock first.''

You swallowed thickly as you saw his big cock sitting between his legs. ''Wow,'' you breathed out, ''where the fuck do you hide this thing?'' Yunho laughed and leaned back a little. ''If you suck it well enough I'll let you ride it.'' You nodded and quickly got to work.

Yunho's muscles tensed when he felt your hot, wet mouth swallow his cock. Your head bobbed up and down as you used your hands on the part you couldn't fit in your mouth. The idol threw back his head and moaned out as he watched your 'innocent' eyes look up at him.

Suddenly you heard groaning beside you as well, making you let go of Yunho's cock with a pop and watch the two men in awe. Seonghwa was sucking San's dick as if it were the sexiest porno in existance, it looked and sounded so incredibly sinful.

The slurping sounds and the moans Seonghwa let out as he gagged on San's cock made your pussy throb. San was moaning and thrusting his hips upwards, fucking his hyung's throat. You gasped as Yunho grabbed your by your hair and forced you back down on his cock. You moaned and gagged around his member as he made you choke on it, fucking your mouth just the way San was doing to Seonghwa.

Yunho and San gave each other a glance, smirking as they were abusing your throat's for their pleasure. ''Fuck, that's so good, such a good girl,'' Yunho moaned as he felt his release coming closer. ''Are you gonna cum Yunie?'' San smirked. ''Fuck yeah, gonna paint her throat all white, ah!'' he moaned out as he came deep in your throat, forcing you to swallow his seeds. You let go of his cock with a pop and you panted out.

Seonghwa was still working on San's cock, drool all over his chin and down the base of San's shaft. ''I'm gonna cum in your mouth now and you're gonna fucking take my load,'' San grunted, ''you're gonna fucking take it, okay baby?'' Seonghwa moaned around his cock before swallowing the big load that San released with a loud moan. Seonghwa panted heavily when he got off his wet cock, tears in his eyes. ''That's a good boy,'' San said as he caressed Seonghwa's hair.

''Fuck, this is the hottest thing I've ever experienced,'' you breathed out as you got on Yunho's lap, hands over his toned chest. You pushed him down to lay flat on the bed as you mounted his cock, letting it sink all the way in. You let out a long moan as you felt him stretch you out.

''I-I want all of you, please, all of you at once,'' you whimpered as you bounced lightly on Yunho's length. ''Oh? You want all of us at once? What a naughty little girl,'' Yunho smirked, ''well you heard her boys.'' ''Hm, you're one to like having all her holes filled don't ya?'' San smirked. ''You're not fucking my ass San, do you understand? You're not fucking my ass'' you said, rolling your eyes, knowing about his ass-obsession. San laughed and nodded as he got behind you. ''I promise I won't fuck your ass, only Hwa's.''

San slid his rigid cock right next to Yunho's, deep into your pussy. ''Oh-Oh my God!'' You cried out. ''What about me?'' a now naked Seonghwa asked with his boba eyes. God, those eyes. ''Kiss me,'' you whimpered, pulling him close by his hip. Seonghwa got closer and passionately kissed you on the mouth, driving you inside with his soft lips.

Yunho and San slowly started moving inside you, making you moan into Seonghwa's mouth. You took his long cock in your hand, pumping it up and down slowly, trying to match Yunho and San's pace. Seonghwa moaned along with you and bucked his hips up.

''I had no idea Seonghwa hyung was this filthy,'' Yunho smirked as he rolled his hips up into you. San and Yunho were moving faster, fucking you harder and it felt so good that you could barely keep on kissing Seonghwa. You kept moaning and moaning, eventually breaking the kiss and resting your head against his shoulder. You kept pumping his cock rapidly, earning the most beautiful moans from the boy.

''O-Oh my, you're driving me insane,'' he moaned out. ''Hmm... I always knew he was filthy, I still live with him,'' San smirked before continuing, ''He's always fucking touching himself, fucking himself, listening to us when we're jerking off, he's a little pervert,'' San smirked. Seonghwa could only nodd, whine and moan at San's words,

''I-I'm sorry, I don't wanna be a pervert,'' he cried out, ''I-I just couldn't help it!'' ''It's okay babyboy, it's okay,'' San cooed, ''I'm gonna take care of you after this.''

San's hips thrusted quickly into you, his balls softly clashing against your ass. ''Fuck, you are so good for us,'' Yunho moaned. ''Y-Yes, so good for you, so good for you, I'll fucking let you ruin me whenever you guys want I promise y-you can use my pussy,'' you moaned out. ''Oh? You want us to use your pussy as a good little fucktoy when we're on the road? Well I cannot say no to that.''

''Yes, please, please, please!'' You begged them as you kept working your hand on Seonghwa's cock. He bucked his hips up in the air and started fucking your fist, cumming all over it with a loud moan before he could even announce it.

''What a filthy boy,'' San said, smirking as he pounded into you, repeatedly hitting your g-spot. You let go of Seonghwa's cock as you felt forward onto Yunho's chest, moaning out from the friction you got on your clit. ''Oh look at you, you're close aren't you?'' Yunho said, smirking. ''Y-Yes, Yunie, yes! G-Gonna cum so hard,'' you moaned loudly. San and Yunho thrusted a few more times before they send you over the edge, making you scream out in pleasure.

Only seconds later Yunho came as well, spilling inside you with a loud moan. He pulled out of you and so did San, seeing him watch the three of you by himself. San laid Seonghwa down and smirked at the innocent-looking boy. ''Shall I fill you up now, huh?

''Y-Yes, please, please I've been wanting you for so long,'' he cried out. You and Yunho felt quite fucked out so you laid in his arms as you watched San lube up his dick and slide it into Seonghwa's puckering hole.

''I'm gonna fucking make you scream, hyung,'' he panted out as he let the older one adjust to his size. ''Please, have no mercy on me, I can take it.'' ''I know you can, I've seen that dildo underneath your bed,'' San smirked. Seonghwa's eyes grew wide as San moved inside him, starting off with a rough and fast pace.

He already earned so many sinful, slutty moans from him, making you think that Seonghwa went in the wrong entertainment business cause damn he was sexier and hotter than any pornstar you've ever seen.

''Yeah, you like that baby?'' he smirked as he plunged deeper inside him. San grabbed Seonghwa's cock and jerked it off as he kept fucking him, turning him into a moaning mess. ''I-I'm not gonna last long like this!'' Seonghwa moaned out, ''Your cock is too good, too fucking good!''

San smirked and absolutely went nuts inside him, ramming his cock deep inside him and letting out the most animalistic groans. ''Fuck me, fuck me hard, give me your cum, please!'' Seonghwa begged. With a few more jerks of his hips San released inside Seonghwa, moaning out his name.

Seonghwa moaned louder as he felt his orgasm approach, clenching down on San's cock, milking him dry. San's dom facade slowly broke down as his pleasure took over and watched Seonghwa unravel beneath him, spilling all over his hand and abs.

After getting cleaned up you wished the boys good night before getting back to your own hotelroom, rethinking the shenanigans of earlier and you couldn't help but smile. This was definitely not gonna be the last time this was happening.

What happens in London, doesn't stay back in London. It's comin' back home, you thought.

#kpop #ateez #smut #seonghwa #san #yunho #shinestarhwaa's promptlist❤️ #shinestarhwaa

[lew9ndowski]

❦ hotel.

| jude bellingham x fem! reader.

| watching a movie in your hotel room, until you hear a knock at your door.

| ib , hotel by montell fish

you stood up from the hotel couch, and paused the movie before it could begin, you go to the kitchen and grab your popcorn box, you grab a bag and put it inside the microwave, while you waited for the popcorn, you leaned on the counter, replying to your unread messages, most of them being from your sister, asking you how you were doing during your vacation. she was taking care of your dog too, so most of the messages were of him. “it’s so quiet here, i like it, but i’m about to watch a movie.” you texted your sister, she immediately replied “okay, that’s nice, also, remember to send pictures of the hot guys you see and most importantly, text me if you met one…” you roll your eyes and scoff. “stfu, i’m not here to focus on guys.” that was kind of a lie, because the guy on the counter to check into the hotel was kind of… “k.” she replied. you chuckle and place your phone down as you hear the ringing of the microwave.

you take the bag of popcorn out of the microwave and open it, pouring the snack on the only bowl you could find in your hotel kitchen, you open a soda from the set you bought earlier at the store and take the bowl, you head to the couch and set everything up in the coffee table, you grab the remote and resume the movie.

you’re in spain right now, taking a small trip away from your problems at home, spain has always been your favorite country to travel to, you love everything about it, there are some things, here and there, but you’re just glad you could be here and enjoy a little bit of everything.

you’re halfway into the film and you’re about to drift off to sleep, you were “resting” your eyes, until you hear a knock at your door, you groan and curse under your breath, you look at the time, and it’s about to be 3 am, you furrow your eyebrows, but then remember the people here don’t know what sleep is. you walk to the door and unlock it, you should’ve looked through the peephole, but since you’re nearly asleep, why would you?

“yes?” you croak, the bright yellow light of the hotel’s hallway almost blinding you. you see a ball heading your way, until the man standing in front of your door catches it “you ladies, alright?” you shoot the boys in your sight a dirty look “what the fuck?!” the boy with the ball turns to look at you and immediately straightens himself. “hey…” his voice was soft and he had a small smile on his face as he waited for your response. “how old are you? four?” you scoff and were about to close the door, until he stops it. “hey, hey… i’m sorry, my mates and i just wanted to do this tiktok trend.” i nod and lick my lips. “okay, fine, just don’t do that again, shit scared me.” you take your eyes off of him and look at his mates, they all nod and raise their hands in defense, asking for your forgiveness.

“we’re sorry.” he grimaces. “it’s fine.” you shake your head, “no, no, really, what we did was messed up, how can i make it up to you?” you tilt your jaw and raise an eyebrow, you look at his team mates and they’re all looking at each other awkwardly. “i said it’s fine bro, don’t worry.” you chuckle. “yeah, you heard the lady, she said it’s fine.” he shushes him loudly, you cock your head back, he maintains eye contact and you start to look around uncomfortably. “you can leave now…” you smile and since he didn’t say anything, you begin to close the door slowly, and when it was inches away from closing, you whisper a soft “bye bye…” you close it and sputter, rolling your eyes before you head back to the couch.

“my god she is stunning.” he turns to his mates with a wide smile. “she is.” his mate agreed, “too bad you’ll never see her again.” his other mate speaks up. “says who?” his mate shrugs and he shakes his head. “nah, i’ll do something about it.” his friends share a look, “mate, that sounds creepy.” they head back to their hotel room.

the bright sun, forced your eyes to open, your brain to wake up, and your body to stand, you sit up from the couch and stretch, followed by a yawn, you look at your phone and check the time, it’s still pretty early. you stand up from the couch and do your exercises, after that, you do your personal hygiene and get ready to go out, you put on your outfit, grab your stuff, and head out. you held the door open to look for your rental car keys, and then focus on something on the floor, you raise your eyebrows and pick it up, it’s a rose and a card. “the hell?” you read the front page of the letter and flipped it open. “we’re sorry for that little prank, here’s this from us (especially the handsome, tall one that saved you from the ball) we hope to see you again, under different circumstances, of course.” at the bottom of the words, there was a phone number. “no way..” you laugh softly and put the rose back inside the hotel room, but put the letter on your purse.

as you were walking around the streets of spain, you found a cute coffee shop, and decided to sit outside and get something to drink, along with a snack. you sat outside, admiring the view, fiddling with your fingers and fighting the cold breeze. your mind starts to drift to your fellow prankster of a neighbor. was that his number on the letter? you think. should i call? nah, i should leave him alone. why did he give me his number? i shake my head, wanting to get those thoughts away as soon as possible, but before you could, you text your sister about it. she was asking all the possible questions on earth.

once she stopped replying, you set your phone down, beginning to get anxious if you should call the number or not, if my coffee comes in less than ten seconds, i’ll call him. you thought to yourself. ten seconds? try three, that’s all it took, the waiter placed your coffee and croissant softly on the table, your mouth stays agape and you softly chuckle. “gracias.” you say with a slight tone to the waiter, but try to disguise it with a nice smile. “fuck!” you curse to yourself and grab your phone, you open the phone app and dial the number on the letter, the cold class hits your ear and you begin to shake your leg up and down, the repeated ringing beginning to stress you out.

after what felt like forever, you hear a lot of noise, the sounds of someone yelling names, laughing, and someone picking up the phone “aye, jude! someone’s calling you, mate.” you hear someone shout, then you hear another voice over the phone. “hello?” you smile as you hear his familiar voice. “hey! hey, it’s me, the girl from the hotel room?” you bite your lip, patiently waiting for his response. “oh! hey, i take it you got my rose and letter?” you chuckle. “yes, i did, i should probably let you know that, i don’t really like roses.” you hear him groan out loud. “well, now i know for a future occasion.” you raise an eyebrow and begin to sip your coffee. “oh? i love your confidence, jude. that’s your name, right?” he chuckles. “hell yeah… and yours?”

“you said you wanted to see each other again under different circumstances, right? so, how about you come find out later tonight?” you just can’t believe you said that, your heart was racing, but the boldness you were feeling, you loved it. “got a special place in mind?” he questions, you hum. “no, not really, do you?” you now ask him. “i do, i can take you..” you gulp, the tone in his voice making butterflies hit your stomach, “i can do that myself, just tell me where…” he tells you the directions, it’s supposedly the best restaurant in the whole city, so, you were excited. as you finished talking with him, you set your phone down and hide your face.

oh mY fucKingGg GodDddd.

#jude bellingham #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham imagines #jude bellingham oneshot #jude bellingham x you #lowkey thinking about making this a series idk