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flipside (M)

PAIRING: Mark (NCT) + reader (female)

GENRE: the bet; buckle up buttercup; smut

SUMMARY: When your father moves you overseas for his job, you are determined to hate it until you discover the illegal street races happening after nightfall. Boys are quick to vie for your attention, but none catch your eye like Mark, who takes you on the ride of a lifetime.

WARNINGS: strong language; mild alcohol use; explicit sexual content

NOTES: 21k words; listening to flipside by lana del rey

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Sunday Kind of Love : Frat Mark

🌙 staring. Mark x afab!Reader

🔮 synopsis.Mark is fine with having a crush on the girl in the library. He’s fine watching her from afar. And he’s fine with never speaking a word to the girl who he spends many nights chasing in his dreams. But fate, and a few nosey frat brothers, think Mark would be much better if he was forced to talk to the cute girl from the library that he can’t seem to get out of his head. 

tw/cw. inexperienced/soft reader, frat nct, extreme pining, tooth hurting sweetness, the softest boy in the world, a love so pure it’s going to hurt you, oral (f/m receiving), dry humping, tiddie worship, multiple orgasms, switchy/no bdsm role Mark, etc..

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 35.8k

🍭 aus. Frat au!, slow burn, soft boy x sweet girl, library romance, frat found family, general frat shenanigans, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. music inspo: Sweet boi (chevvy) - Flaming hot cheetos (clairo) - Pink bubblegum (lavi) - Sunday Kind of Love  (Etta James) -  I’m Yours  (Jason Mraz) - frat au masterlist

1: Thursday - October 23rd

“I’m not telling you who she is, or you’ll do something weird,” Mark states firmly as he leads Jungwoo up the campus library steps. “I told you, I’d walk with you here, but now you have to leave me alone, and go work on your project.”

“But I wanna see the pretty girl,” Jungwoo whines, which always draws a few eyes of people in the surrounding area. A few girls look over and heat flares across the Canadian’s skin. Usually Mark caves under pressure, especially the pressure of people watching a six foot two puppy man make baby faces at him, but today the Canadian music theory major stands firm.

“No.” Mark adjusts the baseball cap on his head, shielding his eyes from his friend and pushing his glasses back up his nose. “Have fun on your group project”

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𝒜𝑀 𝐼 𝐵𝒜𝐵𝒴?

✧｡˚ a shy nympho camgirl seeks a partner to help her film content on a dating app. soon, meeting up with a handsome man who’s willing to do anything for the pretty girl he chats with.

𝒲𝒜𝑅𝒩𝐼𝒩𝒢𝒮 𓇼 14k. pwp, lowercase intended, age gap ꒰ toji is 36, reader is 24 ꒱ submissive reader, pleasure!dom toji, bondage ꒰ belt ꒱, check ins, heavy praise, overstimulation, aftercare, unprotected, videography, oral ꒰ f + m ꒱ , squirting + kreaming, spanking, choking, hair pulling, mild degradation, intimacy on high, toji is intimidating, manhandling, masturbation, daddy kink srry not srry, pet names ꒰ baby, girl, pretty, sweetheart, angel ꒱ minors aren’t welcomed! reblogs & comments are appreciated!

౨ৎ — ꒰ 𝑚𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑎’𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 ꒱: this took me so long to finish y'all but im super proud of it. one of my favorite works so far so i hope y’all enjoy. ♡

you hold your notebook in your hands, a bright pink color with numerous doodles sketched onto its cover, your pen on the back of your ear as you slowly cross off a list of things you needed to buy while browsing on your laptop. your room is quiet aside from the soft sound of music playing from your stereo, beyoncé’s cowboy carter album playing from start to finish while you slumped into your soft pink duvet hiding beneath a white canopy slip. the air is crisp how you like, a fresh, chunky strawberry is chewed between teeth, and your skin is freshly scrubbed and moisturized, only covered in a matcha green two piece short and tank set. a laptop sits on your thighs as you cross your legs, twirling your left calf as you bury your back into your mountain of plushies.

this was frustrating. you never realized how hard this would be to find someone to fuck, let alone film content with. you’d made a profile on hinge a week prior to now, and most of the matches weren’t close to peaking your interest. most of the men seemed like creeps, some too old … giving very much grim reaper. and others, too young, freshly adults at that. you think you’ve made yourself appealing enough. cute profile with full faced pictures, personality traits, daily interests even … but it somehow didn’t attract those you truly wanted.

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Sly fox, dumb bunny

To that one anon that requested this a few days ago, hope you like it sweetie! 💖💖💖

Tw: breeding, swearing, jealousy, possessiveness, unprotected sex, nipple play, G!P bada lee;

You and Bada became roommates when both went to SWF2, for your misery.

She was pretty, yes, but you personally found her insufferable on so many levels it was insane. She loved to bully, tease, and overall irritate you whenever she got the chance, always making some move on you and you hated it due to her fuckboy attitude and extreme laid back personality. You tried to switch rooms with any other girl but the answer was always the same: 'Bada doesn't allow any of us to switch with you, we have to obey her'.

"That annoying asshole" You angrily muttered, leaving the practice room when she arrived, slyly smirking at you.

"Where are you going?" She sprinted, catching up with you in a second given her big legs.

"Some place you are not" You drank your coffee, irritated at her presence as you pressed the elevetor button, you just wanted to get away from her.

She looked specially good in a sleeveless basketball jersey and baggy jeans, cap covering her eyes and sneakers. 'Fuckboy' You thought to yourself., entering the elevator.

"You know you can't runaway from me, I'm everywhere" She held the elevator's door, biting her lower lip. "Specially on your mind, little bunny" She raised her eyebrows and you fake vomited.

"Are you desperate because you can't pull any girls with those horrible pick up lines?" She shrugged, smiling. "I'll give you a tip" You said, getting closer to her as her amused eyes followed your moves. You looked up at her, touching the hand that held the door, taking it from there. "keep quiet, you are pretty when you aren't talking shit" You smiled as the doors closed on her dumbfounded face.

It was always like that, always teasing you in front of everyone, her eyes following you everywhere as you danced or actually did anything. She was undeniably hot, yes, but she pissed you off 24/7.

You were leaving the shower as she was leaning onto the kitchen table drinking water, using only a bra and grey sweatpants. You stopped on your tracks, she haven't noticed you only on your towel as her abs smoothly moved as she drank the liquid, your eyes roamed around to the front of her sweatpants, a very large bulge caught your attention.

"Found something you want?" her voice took you from your trance, making you slightly jump.

"jesus" You raised your hand to you chest, gulping.

"Oh, you found jesus?" She smiled, stepping closer to where you were.

"I..." You looked around. "I found out you've been drinking water straight from the house bottle" You tried to come up with an excuse. "And I don't know were you've been putting your lips so... you better stop that" You tried to sound demanding, but her abs and that huge thing kept distracting you.

"Oh, were you thinking about where my lips were?" She hid both hands on her pockets and you got beet red. "you are so obsessed with me" She teased and laughed. "Its okay, I'm obsessed over you too, bunny" She smiled, stepping a little bit further. "It's like you've hexed me, you know?" You rolled your eyes.

"If I knew how to hex people, why would I do it to you out of everyone I know?" She bit her lip, her relaxed posture maddening you. "You are unbelievably delusional, oh my god" You scoffed. "I'm going to get dressed and leave you here, please seek some help" You passed her, heat pooling between your legs as you walked away.

"Oh my god" You locked yourself in your bedroom, trying to catch your breath as your mind kept spinning around to that huge thing between her legs. "I need a girlfriend" You said to yourself, gulping.

Some days had passed and still couldn't shake that horny feeling off. To your surprise one of your sunbaes asked you out and you gladly accepted, thinking it would be great to distract you and of course, maybe you even get a girlfriend out of this.

"Going out?" Bada said, appearing right behind you as you put on your earrings to match with your flowy white dress.

"Not that is any of your business, but I have a date tonight" You stared at her through the mirror. Her nostrils slightly flared as she got a bit more serious than normal.

"Do I know the person?" She crossed her arms.

"Of course you do" You turned to her. "It's Noze" She scoffed.

"That less hot, less talented version of me?" She said and you rolled your eyes.

"You are so full of yourself, Bada" She locked her jaw, a heavy sigh leaving her lips and your turned back to the mirror. She got closer to your back, her voice low and serious.

"I'm older than you" Her breath fanned over your neck as she spoke. "You should address me with more respect" That dangerous tone made your cunt pulse inside your panties, but she didn't need to know that, of course.

"As if I had any respect for you" Your voice sounded small and unsure, but of course she didn't pay any attention to your tone. That was the last straw for her, as she shoved you face first on the mirror, not hard enough to hurt but enough to startle you.

Her body pressed against yours felt hot and heavy, her cock pressed against your butt as she trapped you there.

"You like talking back don't you, little bunny?" She growled on your ear and you whimpered.

"let go of me" Again, unsure.

"You know what? I should let you go to that fucking date" She grinded against you and you lightly did it back, your self control completely leaving your body. "But before that I should fuck your brains out, leave you dripping with my cum, breed you full" You whimpered, closing your eyes.

"Shut up" You breathed out thickly swallowing.

"You would love that, I know" She pressed harder and you shivered, backing against her hard cock. It felt even bigger now as you literally felt it grow. "Tell me you'd like that" She kissed your neck, both hands on the mirror as you were trapped there.

You felt yourself go insane, your wetness seeping through your panties as she pulled down one of the straps of your dress, kissing your shoulder. You moaned as one of your hands tried to palm her cock over her pants and she rolled her eyes when you managed to do it.

"Oh so now the little bunny wants to play?" She teased you, roaming her hands on your breasts over the dress, pulling it down to reveal your tits. She moaned staring at the mirror and you shut your eyes.

Turning you around she roughly kissed you, her hard on poking your clothed tummy. Her tongue swirled around yours and you moaned against her, your arms hugging her neck as she swiftly lift you up, your legs around her waist. She kept kissing you, pressing your back against the wall.

She was everything you've ever dreamed of: tall, strong, had a huge dick and kissed amazingly; oh you hated her.

"Fuck me" You said against her lips, whimpering. And of course she teased you about it.

"No please?" She said, laying with you on the carpet between your legs. You didn't question her on why her choice was the floor and not the bed, but you were definitely in no position to question anything. "I don't know if you can take me bunny" She cockily said and you rolled you eyes.

In a burst of strength you flipped her over, her back now touching the floor with you on top, straddling her waist and slowly grinding over her cock.

"Who do you think you are?" You scoffed, already pulling it out of her pants and boxers and as expected, it was huge. Heavy and hung, her balls full and with little to no hair. 'Even her cock is pretty, fuck' You thought to yourself.

"I told you" She smiled up at you, sitting down to lick on of your nipples, hugging your waist. You moaned, licking your lips as you pushed her down again, spitting on her big cock to lubricate it.

It was huge, yes, but mama didn't raise no bitch.

Pushing your panties to the side you immediately grazed the tip of her cock on your wet slit and she hissed, her eyes dark with lust. Laying back with her hands behind her head she smirked at you struggling to fully take her, your eyebrows furrowed in concentration as you slowly sunk on her whole length. She moaned when your stretched cunt fully did it, touching her hips with yours. You supported your weight on her chest, lightly scratching her over the shirt.

"Fuck bunny" She breathed out, you didn't wait and started to ride her, her cock reaching places you had neer felt before.

It started out slow and steady as you whimpered, already shaking. She grabbed your ass lifting you up to fully slam you back on her cock, amazed by how well you took her.

You bounced on her cock, your tits jumping up and down as you stared at her beautiful face, locking eyes with her. Fucking hell, that woman knew how to keep eye contact like no one else. You smirked at her awe expression, clenching hard when she started thrusting up alongside with pulling you down, even harder.

"fuck bunny, you are creaming on my dick" She furrowed her eyebrows, her addams apple beautifully exposed as she threw her head back and you leaned forward to kiss it, then her neck. She pulled your face with one hand to lick your lips and her other hand held your hips to slam into you hard.

"I'm gonna cum-oh my fucking god" You moaned on her lips, throwing your head back as she took one of your nipples to her mouth to suck it.

"I'm gonna cum in your pretty hole too" Her voice sounded more steady, but by the way her dick throbbed inside you, you felt how desperate she was as well. "I'm gonna breed you so well bunny, fuck" She kissed your neck, her hips faltering as her hot seed painted your insides. So much you fell forward, knees on the carpet and your hips up, completely pulsing on her dick.

She didn't took it out just yet, shallowing fucking your spent hole and you softly moaned, pushing yourself up so your faces would align as you looked into her dark eyes.

"You won't tire me out in a long time bunny, don't even think about leaving for now" she fucked you a bit harder, kissing your lips as you moaned.

"Too much..." Your voice came out hoarse.

"Shh, it's okay" She said, using your hole to cum one more time, throbbing hard inside you.

She pulled out, her cock wet and red, her cum oozing out of you made you whimper as it fell on her abs. She hissed, staring at your glossy eyes, smirking.

"still thinking about going on that date?" She sat down with you on her lap, kissing your neck.

"You are so annoying" You rolled your eyes when she sucked a hickey on your skin. "Don't leave marks on me" you weakly said, scratching her arms.

"I have to let her know I was here, bunny" She smiled against your skin.

"Why do you keep calling me bunny?" You lightly slapped her arm and she laughed, hugging your waist.

"You remind me of that Zootopia bunny, that bossy and easily irritated one" You allowed yourself to laugh too.

"well if I'm the bunny, you are that fox" She shrugged, pointing at her then at you.

"Sly fox, dumb bunny" You playfully rolled your eyes.

"You are insufferable" She bit your lower lip, laying your back on the carpet again.

"Oh, that I am" She laid on her stomach, kissing your thigh. "and I know you prefer me with my mouth shut so let me get my mouth busy, little bunny"

Next thing you knew she was shoving her tongue inside you, licking her own cum mixed with yours.

pretty little thing

જ⁀➴ park seonghwa x fem!reader

❝you knew there must be another side to him. one with needs and wants and hidden desires. you couldn't help but wonder what that side might look like.❞

wc; 2.4k

cw; mdni, nerd!seonghwa, college au, SMUT, first time together, established relationship, soft dom hwa, thigh riding, slight praise kink, dacryphila, unprotected sex, overuse of pet names, hwa in glasses (a warning of its own)

notes; i hope you all enjoy♡

🎧 all mine by plaza + hrs & hrs by muni long

When you first met Park Seonghwa, you hadn't thought much of him. Other than he was devastatingly beautiful, with the kind of smile you'd expect sweet woodland creatures to flock to and a soft spoken voice that matched absolutely everything else about him. His long wavy hair curling onto his reddened cheeks and big round eyes, and his perfectly color coordinated attire. The only thing that even could possibly take away from it all were the large black rimmed glasses he wore everyday. Too big for his face, really, with the way they were constantly slipping down his nose.

They were just as clumsy as the rest of his endearingly awkward demeanor. His sheepish half smiles when you complimented his outfits and stuttered apologies after accidentally bumping into you in the halls. Everything about Seonghwa was exactly that. Endearing.

So sweet your teeth physically hurt. So cute, a constant smile remained on your face even hours after your shared elective class ended. You felt yourself fall rather quickly for the shy, darling film studies major. Enamored by his ramblings about the Star Wars franchise over lunch and the animal crossing stickers decorating his laptop case.

He wasn't the type you'd normally go for, not at all. He couldn't be more different, really. Seonghwa looked like a doll in comparison to the almost rugged quality of your previous exes. Where they were rough edges and blatant arrogance, he was all kind eyes and soft lines. Tender and pure and all things good in the world.

You didn't dare let yourself believe you had him fully figured out - it was much to early to say that exactly - but you felt you had a pretty good idea. Especially after you ended up being the one to ask him out, following his many failed attempts at getting the words out for himself. Only to then end up helping him recollect the folders he had dropped in surprise at your offer as he struggled out a flustered and enthusiastic yes.

You knew there must be something more to him. Not in a bad way by any means - in the time you'd come to know Seonghwa, you'd come to trust that a bad bone didn’t exist inside his body. But more so, another side to him. One with needs and wants and hidden desires. You couldn't help but wonder what that side might look like.

You caught a glimpse, eventually. On a night your dinner plans ran later than usual as you two sat under the setting sun hours after your plates had been cleared, eventually having to be run off by the workers who needed to close up shop. The night still didn't end for you two even then, and somehow you wound up in the backseat of Seonghwa's car, straddling his lap as you kissed each other with a ferocity that seemed to have come out of nowhere.

Seonghwa had started it, a short staring match that led to him kissing you with a fever you hadn't expected him to possess. With it came his hands wandering the expanse of your torso, touching and squeezing like at any minute you could disappear from his grasp. You certainly don't plan on it, but after a while you do have to pull back to catch your breath.

While your chest is heaving, you catch sight of it. A certain fire in Seonghwa's eyes that wasn't there only moments ago. His gaze on you feels scolding hot as he trails his eyes over you, appearing much like a starved man ready to dive in. He doesn't, that night at least. He suggests you both turn in for the day and continue this another time. You pout, and he laughs and kisses it away, but stands by his word.

You gather that Seonghwa didn't want your first time together to be in his car, of all places, so you offer a weekend movie night as a sort of compromise. He agrees with a knowing smile.

It doesn't last long. You can't focus on whatever classic romance film Seonghwa picked out, even if any other time you would've gladly listen to his thoughts and critics about the storyline. Today, you only have one thing on your mind, and it appears Seonghwa does to.

It doesn't take very long to wind up with your pants discarded on the floor, Seonghwa's hands holding either side of your hips as you pathetically rut against the fabric of his jeans with a desperation you've never quite felt before.

He's still the same Seonghwa. Dressed to the nines even on such a causal hangout with you, although his newspaper boy hat has since been removed in your haste to run your fingers through his hair only moments ago. His same, unruly raven locks are now framing his face in a way that shouldn't be as flattering of a picture as it is.

It's the same Seonghwa, with the same oversized, black rimmed glasses currently sliding down his face. Your heart almost physically aches from wanting so bad to reach out and push them back up his nose bridge.

"Pretty baby," he coos, a feather like touch dragging along your jaw. Seonghwa loved calling you that. Pretty. "You could probably come just like this, hmm? You'd love it, too, wouldn't you?"

The movie he'd put on earlier is still running behind you. It had barley started before you found yourself in this exact position. Seonghwa's hardly even done anything, but your mind is almost drifting from you as your struggle to register his questions, and the verbal response you realize he's expecting.

"Y-yes," you manage, only to hope like hell it's enough.

No praise, just a nod, but he doesn't click his tongue either. You whine high in your throat. Barely enough.

"Show me then, pretty," he instructs so casually. "Come for me, just like this."

The demand causes a swoop in your lower stomach, lurching you embarrassingly closer to that high your so desperately chasing. You can't bring your hips to slow down, but you have to let him know what you actually want.

"But-but," you start, already feeling your eyes going damp. It should be embarrassing that Seonghwa could so easily bring you to tears without ever lifting a finger. "I want you... inside. When I cum."

Seonghwa nods slowly, his saccharine smile now seeming almost mocking, "I'll give you what you want, angel. I'm not done with you yet."

At that, it doesn't take more than a few more seconds for your hips to stutter as your climax crashes down on you. You ride out your high in slow motions that are almost entirely helped by his hold on your hips. Even as your movements stop, his doesn't, and you whimper from the sensitivity of your core against his now thoroughly soaked pants.

"Sorry," you mutter a little sadly, once you’re grounded slightly back to Earth. "About your pants."

Seonghwa laughs lowly, his thumbs rubbing circles on your hips, "You're okay, baby. Don't apologize."

You're sure you are already red in the face, your cheeks tingling from the heat and your unsteady breathing but the way he's staring up at you certainly doesn't help your case in the slightest.

He brings one hand up to cup your face, pulling you down to meet his soft lips. The taste of his usual strawberry lip balm still remains, despite all the kissing you've done earlier in the night. You had no reason not to believe Seonghwa didn't constantly smell of fresh fruit and vanilla. A fatal combo that caused a painful twist in your chest - he was always so sweet, even like this. Bright shining eyes glazed over with a certain haze that still didn't take at all away from his usual gentle touches and adoring words.

"Lay down for me," he directs when you pull away, his soft breath fanning over your bottom lip.

Like it's your only calling, you scramble to follow his orders. Nearly falling off his lap and onto the floor entirely in your haste. He, in contrast, moves much slower. Taking his absolute time on every button of his shirt while his intense watch on you never wavers.

Before entirely undressing himself, he helps you remove your ruined panties and finishes pulling your crinkled shirt over your head. You lay bare in front of his approving gaze as he rakes up and down your figure, back to your face and back down again.

"Pretty little thing," he mumbles, his voice sounding impossibly deeper to your love stricken ears. He runs an open palm down the expanse of your side. "All mine."

You nod, so quick you're positive your hair is nothing more than a mess sprayed across the cushions. Seonghwa grins at your eagerness and rewards you by moving his hand to cup your core.

It's a light touch, hardly any pressure applied at all, but you simply can't help the moan that leaves you. From the sensitivity and the bone deep craving for his touch that you haven't felt where you truly needed it until now.

His thumb makes lazy circles of your clit as he watches your every expression with keen interest. You wonder if it shows on your face just how hard your fighting not to buck up into his touch to seek even more friction. Take what he gives you, you tell yourself. As quickly as Seonghwa could bring you pleasure, he could just as easily take it away.

He easily slips one finger into you, and a second after only a few lone pumps of his hand. You hold his stare with some difficulty as the pleasure builds, that same ball of heat beginning to build within you.

Then just like that, he takes it away. You could almost cry, but you realize what's coming.

"Please," you beg, despite knowing you don't really have to. Maybe you're just hoping to break his resolve as much as he's completely destroyed yours - make him as rushed and desperate as you feel right now.

Seonghwa shushes you softly, rubbing the inside of your thigh, "I got you, pretty."

You all but melt, trusting and believing his words with a baited breath. It still feels like forever until he's dragging the head of his cock along your folds. You squirm despite yourself, craving for absolutely anything more, and he finally gives in.

The stretch is pleasant, overwhelming in the best way possible. Your mouth falls open in a silent cry as he takes his absolute time. Your torn between relishing in the feeling and begging him to hurry up.

You decide on neither before he's entirely bottomed out, and he keeps himself there while you adjust to the feeling. Your mouth opening and closing with no sensible words coming to mind.

"How do you feel, pretty?" He asks, sounding completely put together and collected and everything you're not at the moment.

"Good. Full," you eventually say, the words sounding broken to even your own ears. You've never been so turned on in your life. "You can move."

He studies your expression for another passing moment, "You're sure?"

You nod, and the first sign of his resolve crumbles. His props his arms up by either side of your head as he begins fucking into you, a languid pace that you can't tell is for your sake or by his choice. You lean towards the latter, as all too soon you realize it's not enough.

"More, please," you tell him, your hands finding purchase on his shoulders. "Faster."

Seonghwa's gaze lifts up to study your face, a half smirk playing on his lips, "What, am I not giving my baby enough now?"

You would have never thought after your first meeting with Seonghwa that he would have such a mouth on him. That you would ever be on the receiving end of his desire, much less, or that it would look at all like this.

"Please, Hwa," you all but beg, feeling the first tear slip down your face.

Seonghwa cooes, bringing one of his hands to delicately wipe at your cheek. He looks so pleased, his own breathing even-keeled much unlike your own.

He hums in mock thought, "Okay, love. If you're sure."

Almost too quickly, Seonghwa switches to pounding into you at a surprising pace. Your jaw falls open in a cut off gasp while Seonghwa finally starts letting sounds of pleasure fall from his own mouth.

Unable to bare having him so close yet not close enough for a moment longer, you pull him down until your chests are flush against one another. Slipping your fingers through his hair, you use the newfound hold to bring your lips together messily. As if trying to match his hurry, you kiss him absolutely breathless, until his chest is heaving nearly as much as yours.

Seonghwa is the first to pull away this time, refusing to travel far and he keeps his forehead pressed against yours. Already, you feel another climax building up in you, and you know you won't last much longer.

"Close," you manage between moans and gasps, his pace unforgiving and filling you up just right.

He nods against you, his free hand coming up to guide your lips to his for another brief peck, "I got you, pretty. Let go for me."

It really doesn't take much more than that. Still, Seonghwa brings his fingers down to rub at your clit, the overwhelming sensation nearly causing you to jerk away from his touch. Your high crashes down on you in mere seconds, and you imagine Seonghwa's must follow quickly suit, as a strangled groan falls from his lips in tandem above you.

You catch your breath for a moment, reeling a bit from having possibly the most intense orgasm of your life. Eventually you recognize the feeling of gentle kisses being left all over your face when two are pressed over your closed eyelids. You blink them open, coming to meet Seonghwa's glowing grin first thing.

"There's my pretty girl," he practically whispers. You feel like you could cry all over again, but now for an entirely different reason. "Was that... okay?"

The same Seonghwa, with a thoughtful crease between his brows and his glasses slipping down his face once more. This time, you don't hesitate. You bring your arm up to push the bridge up his nose, leaving your hand there to cup the side of his face. Your Seonghwa is all the same.

"Perfect, Hwa," you assure him, beaming back just as brightly. “You were perfect.”

With Love, John (M)

Non-idol!Johnny x Fem!reader

Andy’s note: This is kinda long. I know, I know, I know. But!! It hit me a few days ago and I HAD to write it. This is my fkn baby. I put both ass cheeks into this and my ADHD-induced hyperfixation had a gorilla grip on me. I love Phil Kaye and I highly recommend you watch Phil perform Repetition here. Everything here will make sense if you do. I promise.

Genre: slight angst, mentions of childhood trauma, slow burn-ish, smut, romance, strangers to lovers

Warnings: Mentions of suicide, childhood trauma, oral sex, vaginal fingering, vaginal penetration, overstimulation, daddy kink, slight edging, dirty talk, unprotected sex, slight dacryphilia (blink and you’ll miss it), slight katoptronophilia (blink and you’ll miss this too), praise kink, strength kink, size kink, is Johnny boy an overindulgence of the kind of man I want? Yes and idgaf.

Summary: John is a personality all of his own. He can talk to anyone, charm everyone, and still go home with no one because he’s bored of it. Bored of the blushing, tired of the smiling eyes with brows arched up in awe of him, sick to death of the strands of hair being pushed behind bright red ears because he is an Adonis among mortals. Then there’s you. His ice water. The girl who makes him obsessed with a single poem because although those words aren’t yours, you’ve opened a dictionary just for him and the words splash him and freeze him in place.

Playlist: Close to You - The Carpenters, It’s The Falling in Love - Michael Jackson, Feelin’ You - Jesse McCartney, Cave Me In - Gallant, Tablo, Eric Nam, As It Was - PREP, From Eden, Hozier, I Feel Good All Over - Stephanie Mills, Punch Drunk Recreation - Jesse McCartney, NFWMY - Hozier, Like Real People Do - Hozier, Play Me - Taemin

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You’re flat. Deadpan and cold like the ice cubes in your coffee on days when the sun refuses to set and you just want to leave work. You never know why you want to leave. It’s boredom. Dissatisfaction. Wherever you are, you just want to leave and when you do leave, you always want to go back. It’s a pattern of boredom. Of missing your friends and counting the minutes until you can get away from them the minute they’re around you. Of reading books and skipping to the end because you don’t have the patience to take your time to find out what will happen. A spoiler never ruined anything for you. You wish life was like that. You wish you could skip to the end to see if this shit that feels more like poorly written filler actually has a point or if you’re an NPC set up for everything yet destined for nothing.

The tall guy comes into the store on an evening that feels exactly like every other evening and you think it’s Wednesday until Ningning tells you that it’s actually Friday and you grunt because it’s just that bad. “Excuse me. Could I talk to you for a minute?” The tall guy asks you. “Yeah… just gimme a minute.” You mutter as you finish updating the inventory and Ningning is star eyes and nerves as she fixes her shirt. He’s not that cute. “What’s up?” You ask as you turn to him. “I noticed that you read a lot. Could you recommend me a book? I’m running out of things and I’ve picked some duds lately.” He says and his voice is like sex and candy and crushed flower petals. “What genre?” You ask him. “Any kind. Doesn’t matter.” He replies. “Date and Time. Phil Kaye. Come on, I’ll grab you a copy. Ningning, stay on the register.” You say and walk off. The tall guy follows behind you and as you navigate the narrow paths of the bookstore lined with high bookshelves you know he thinks you’re pretty. It doesn’t matter to you though. What does being pretty do for anyone? Nothing if you don’t meet the right people. You turn a corner and pull the book off the shelf. “Here. It’s one of the best books I’ve ever read.” You say as you place it into his hands. He examines the book, “Really?” He asks. You nod, “You can feel free to sit and skim it if you want.” “I’m John.” He says and smiles at you. “Y/n. If you’re trying to steal it, I will punch you in the throat.” You say and turn to head back to the registers. “No… I just think you’re beautiful.” He says casually. “So did every man that’s ever fucked me over. Get in line.” You say as you continue walking.

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Ningning quits when she finds out that a swanky fashion store at The Oculus in Tribeca hired her. You’re not upset. She’s not really a book-selling girl. She likes fashion and rich boys who drive fast cars. She hates her roommate Minjeong and working in The Oculus is her step up. It’s a higher wage and eventually an apartment she can share with her rich boyfriend and not with the girl who may or may not be moving up in the fashion industry a little bit faster. You don’t think Minjeong is a bad person but Ningning is young and one day, she’ll see it too.

You post a ‘now hiring’ sign in the window, one on the counter between both registers, one by the lounge, and one on the patron bathroom door then pray someone worth their salt inquires before the day is over. This isn’t even your fucking shop. It was your friends until it wasn’t. She dreamt of opening a book store and you didn’t. You had no sense of direction and were more than content to just work for her. She met some guy named Yuta and you didn’t even know the shop was in your name until the mail started coming in. She signed everything over to you and disappeared. The letter she left is as theatrical as she is. Repetition is her enemy just as it is everyone’s but she, like Ningning, likes rich boys who drive fast cars and she fell in love with a rich boy with a fast car who drove her away from you. Her letter begged you not to hate her and it also begged you not to look for her and you still roll your eyes when it crosses your mind.

John, the tall guy, comes in and he smiles, “So… you’re hiring?” He asks eagerly. “That’s what the sign says, right?” You grunt. “Can I apply?” The air is thick and his eyes pierce yours. “Don’t you have a job?” You ask him flatly. “I did this morning but I quit.” He replies with a shrug. “You know how to work a register?” You say. He nods. “You know how to make coffee, tea, and espresso?” You ask him. He nods, “I literally quit Starbucks. I’m like Michael Jackson with beverages. I got this and I already know my way around the store.” He replies with a smile. He’s probably never heard the word no in his life. “Fine. You fuck up, you’re fired. This is my store so I’m HR. The last guy I hired liked my ass. He touched it and I put his face through the counter. Do your job, keep your hands to yourself, and if you’re looking for love, download Hinge. Girls come here to read, not to get hit on.” You say. “I doubt anyone who comes in here is as pretty as you are but okay.” He says coyly. “I come here to work, not to get hit on. Do it again and you can go back to Starbucks. What’s your availability?” You say as you take a tablet off the back counter. You navigate the prompts to get him registered. “Whenever. Just no weekends.” He says as he pokes around with the register prompts. The cash drawer jumps open and he slams it shut, “I can definitely work the register.” He says proudly.

You nod, “Hooray. The store opens at eight, closes at six. That’s a full shift. Monday through Friday. You get twenty-five bucks an hour. Breaks are paid because it just randomly gets too busy for one person to handle everything alone but there’s plenty of downtime in between for you to recoup. You got an emergency? Let me know. Jisung, Chenle, and Yeri work weekends. If one of them can’t make it, you or I will come in for them. I’ll probably send you in. Get a set of keys from the cubby under the register. It has three keys. Front door, closet, employee restroom. There is no back stock room. If it’s not shelved, we don’t have it. Also, the customer isn’t always right. If someone’s being a bitch, you can tell them. Fist fights are fine but don’t destroy anything. A guy named Jonghyun comes in sometimes. Never charge him full price for anything. I will fire you if you do. He’s an angel and we will move heaven and earth to keep him happy.” You explain. “Is he your boss?” John asks. “Nope. He’s just the only man I’ve ever met who doesn’t turn my stomach and he’s really wonderful.” You reply. John nods.

The patrons browse silently and you pass the tablet to John, “Fill this out. I’ll approve it tonight and you’re all set.” You tell him and take a minute to sip your coffee. John taps in his information and his hands are beautiful. You stare at them for a moment before he interrupts you to inform you thaf he’s finished, “Thanks, Y/n.” He says. “It’s fine.” You say casually.

John is chatty. It’s not a bad thing but you don’t talk much unless you’re familiar with people and your social battery is still drained from going out for drinks with old college friends the previous night and listening to how much they envy you. They’re all in long-term relationships, traveling every holiday, and living. How could they envy a life that’s as thrilling as dryer lint?

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As the days turn onward, you find that John is a splash of color to your grey backdrop. You don’t lose track of the days anymore, you look forward to drinking his coffee and teas, and you like listening to him tell you about himself. You’ve learned that his family is short and that nobody expected him to grow to be well over six feet tall but his mom cheated on her husband with the really tall man who gave her a really great deal on a 1995 Chevy Cavalier. You also learn that he played basketball in high school and college and could’ve gone pro but he hated it and just liked the attention from girls. Your favorite newfound story is that his mother confessed the affair and that led to you getting to know his father who wasn’t a bad guy despite the circumstances and he gifted John a 2013 Jeep Wrangler that he still has. John likes to read, he likes cheap wine, samosas, and nineties video games. He prefers savory foods over sweet ones and his favorite thing about his new job is that he can get home to watch Wheel of Fortune on time.

“Date and Time is… really good, Y/n.” John says on a snowy Valentine’s Day morning. You nod and pretend not to notice the small heart-shaped box and a card in the cubby under your register, “What’s your favorite poem?” You ask him softly. For the first time, there’s no bite in your voice; no vocal defense to continue building an invisible barrier to separate you. “Repetition.” He replies and you stop reviewing the orders for the day, “Why?” You ask. “Because… I don’t know… it’s pretty relatable I guess? Sunsets are just six PM now and I don’t remember why I wake up anymore.” He says and smiles bashfully. You nod in agreement.

Phil fucking Kaye a man who wrote your life story and never met you. A man whose words hit you as if he called you out in a room full of everyone you’ve ever known and read your browser history aloud is bonding you to some guy you’re not even sure you really even like. “It’s my favorite too.” You pipe up, “My parents got divorced when I was younger but… they never fully separated. They co-parented under the same roof and it was just as bad as it sounds. All the other kids with divorced parents envied me but they didn’t know how hellish it was and I was in the middle of it all. Sometimes they’d give each other the silent treatment for days and vent to me. I learned more about them than any kid should know about their parents and… life became a game of repetition. Tense silence, being silently dragged in two opposing directions, never inviting friends over… after a while, I stopped calling it a bad life… it just became home life. After a while, hearing ‘your mother is a selfish bitch’ just becomes like anything else you hear. 'Time for dinner’, 'your father’s a liar’, 'I never wanted kids’, 'make sure you stay away from boys’, 'I love you, kiddo’… all starts to sound the same.” John nods, “I get it. My stepdad- the guy I thought was my dad until the growth spurts started made us do family therapy with my real dad. My mom broke their hearts. My dad didn’t know she was married and my stepdad convinced himself that she only did it because she knew he’d give her a cheap deal on purchasing the car.” John says with a frown. “Did he ever come to grips with it?” You ask. “Yeah… then he killed himself.” John deadpans. You gasp, “Oh shit. I’m sorry.” You say and John just shrugs. “I hear that a lot. It doesn’t mean anything anymore. Like… what are you guys even sorry for?” He laughs humorlessly and turns to the registers, “You gonna stop pretending you don’t see that?”

You sigh and give him a weak smile, “I didn’t get you anything. I’m sorry.” You say sheepishly. “Don’t be. It’s not really conventional considering our 'I talk and you listen’ relationship is literally just me talking and you listening. Open the card at least.” He says and reaches for it. He gently places it in your waiting hand and you open it. The pink card has a porcupine holding little red hearts in its tiny hands and beneath it are the words written:

“I think you’re porcu-fine!”

You chuckle, “Really? That’s cute.” You say as you glance at him and notice his prideful smile, “I finally made you smile.” He says sweetly. “The card made me smile.” You object quietly. “Come on, open it.” He urges you. You open the card and see a fifty-dollar gift card for Wine World and you smile again. In his playful scrawl, there’s a message inside the card on its white canvas:

I think you’re a Moscato sort of lady. Happy Love Day, boss.

With love, John

You smile, “Thank you, John.” You say quietly. John waves a hand at you, “Seeing you smile is rewarding enough. I was beginning to think your face would crack if you ever tried to.” He says. “I feel bad for not getting you anything.” You say, “I- This is really nice and I wanna thank you for this somehow.” John smirks, “You can come back to my place and we can order takeout and watch Wheel of Fortune or we could go somewhere and have dinner or… I don’t know as long as we can eat together.” He says as his eyes search yours. You toss the idea around in your head. “It’s not a date.” You cautiously. “Oh God forbid.” He shoots back with a playful smirk.

You both opt for a Cuban restaurant and as you walk there, you realize that John lives a lot closer to the bookstore than you realized. Twenty minutes from the store and thirty-six minutes from your apartment. “Now I’ll have to bring you bagels on the weekends. Gross.” He tells you as you both eat. “You don’t have to do that.” You reply. “It’s more of a want. You like cinnamon raisin bagels, don’t you?” He says. You nod, “Yeah. How’d you know?” You say incredulously. John smiles, “The way you like your coffee. Extra light and extra sweet. It was just a guess.” He replies coyly. You lean back in your seat, “Are you always so observant, Columbo?” You ask. John nods, “Yeah. I can’t help it and you’re just so fascinating. You kinda remind me of Goob from Meet the Robinsons. I watch people come into the shop and they’re so enamored with you- the waitress hasn’t taken her eyes off of you since we got here and you just slump along… and you think you’re universally despised or overlooked when in reality, everyone is in love with you and that scowl you can’t seem to shake. You’re an enigma.” John skirts his finger around the rim of his beer bottle and you frown, “Okay, Heath Ledger, did you practice that in the mirror while you were in the bathroom?” You mutter. He laughs, “Of course I did. I made you smile today. Eventually, I’m gonna make you blush.” “Don’t count on it.” You tell him with as much conviction as you can muster up. The wine hits you and you feel sleepy, “Take me home. I’m tired.” You groan. “My place or yours?” He asks teasingly. “Yours.” You say softly. John’s eyes shoot open, “You don’t mean that.” He says but you know he’s hoping that you do. “Of course, I don’t.” You say with a satisfied smirk. “Tease.” He chuckles as he waves the waitress over for the bill.

John walks you right to your apartment door and his hand softly moves up to stroke your cheek, “See you tomorrow, boss.” He says and you can see that he’s also just a little too drunk. “Will you make it home safely?” You ask him as you fish your keys out of your coat pocket. “Yeah. I’ll let you know when I get there.” He says. Before you can stop yourself, you hug him tightly, “Thank you for today. It was really good and I didn’t realize how much I needed it.” You whisper against his chest. He circles his arms around you and then brings one hand up to stroke your hair, “Anytime.” He whispers. He feels warm and smells good like old books, lemon balm, and cedar. You inhale him once more and let go, “I think I’ll leave the shop closed tomorrow. We’re supposed to get a snowstorm anyway. Take the day off.” You say as you unlock your door. “You got it, boss.” John says as he slowly makes his way to the elevator. You steal one last glance at him as the elevator doors close. His brown eyes meet with yours and he winks. You refuse to react and opt to scream in your pillow once you’re in the privacy of your bedroom.

Your intercom buzzes and wakes you up. “What the hell.” You whine as you get up. You practically drag yourself to the intercom, “What?” You grunt before pressing the listen button. “I have bagels. Let me in.” John says and you can hear the wind whistling around him. You buzz him in and run to brush your teeth. There’s no time to tidy up but getting rid of your morning breath will do. He knocks on the door and you rush to open it, “Are you insane?” You all but yell. John smiles. His entire face is red and damp from the bitter bite of the wild snowstorm raging on outside. He sets down his bag and you help him out of his coat, “I’ll go put on some coffee. Jesus, John, you’re a popsicle.” You sigh. You bring the bag into the kitchen and empty its contents onto the counter. Bagels, cream cheese, strawberry jam, and ground coffee. You fight a smirk as you set up the coffee maker. John comes in, “No funny business, hold me. I’m cold.” He says as he waits for you with outstretched arms. You stare at him unamused. “Bring it in, mama. Daddy needs body heat.” He says as he tries his damnedest to fight the playful grin tugging at the corners of his lips. “No.” You say standing your ground. “I’m gonna get you. Come here, you grumpy shrew.” He says in a mocking voice and he inches closer to you. He encases his arms around you and you hum, “Fine but only because you brought me bagels.” You don’t mind hugging him. Surprisingly, you love it. “Whatever the reason, I don’t care.” He hums against the top of your head.

He leads you in a very slow dance and you rest against his chest still groggy with sleep. He pulls back and stares at you, “I think this is the part where we kiss.” He whispers. You fight a smile, “Okay.” You say. “That’s all? 'Okay’?” He laughs. “Fine. Bring it in, daddy. Mama needs a kiss. Is that better?” You say sarcastically. Johnny presses a hand into the small of your back, “That’s perfect… Good girl.” He purrs. “Oh stop it.” You hiss sheepishly as you press your face into his chest. “Flustered? That means you’re blushing. C'mon, lemme see that pretty face.” He says and his voice is coated in sex and sweetness as he pulls back to examine your face. You know he’s filing this away for a later time and you avoid meeting his eyes with yours. “You can let all of those guards down, Y/n. I’ve already got you and we both know it.” He says smugly. He dips down to press his lips to yours and you believe him. He’s got you. You let him take the lead and he kisses you so hungrily that you have to fight to stop yourself from squeezing your thighs together in front of him. “Why do you feel the need to get me?” You ask against his lips. He squeezes you tighter to him and trails kisses along your jaw, “Because you’ve never made me feel special.” He whispers. “Well, no offense but… you’re just a guy. Flawed and human like anyone else, why would I worship you?” You tell him. “And that’s exactly why I’m so drawn to you. Around you, I don’t matter.” He chuckles. You look up at him, “You sound insane. Make it make sense.” You say.

“I hit my first real growth spurt when I was ten. That’s when everything fell apart and my mom confessed everything. How do you look your ten-year-old son in his eyes and tell him that the man he’s been calling daddy- the man who signed his birth certificate and raised him isn’t his actual father? At first, my biological dad rejected me and my stepdad cried every time he looked at me so I did what any rejected ten year old boy would do, Y/n… I made sure everyone liked me. Everyone, all the time. It wasn’t hard because I was already the kid everyone liked but I just never had bad days, never had down days. I was just always smiling everywhere I went because I never smiled at home.” John trails off and holds you as close as he can get. You let him and you stroke his back, “You need therapy.” You say and he laughs, “See what I mean?”

He kisses you again, “I didn’t walk through a blizzard with bagels to be abused. Eat with me and then let’s just sleep.” He says and pulls away from you, “Come on.” You take two plates out from the cabinet over the sink, “Why didn’t you drive?” You ask him. “I hate driving in snow.” He says. You two clamber into your living room; cups full of coffee and bagels on plates and you watch the snow wildly rip through the air. The silence is comfortable and John offers you a bite of his bagel. It’s a plain bagel with a small amount of cream cheese and some strawberry jam. It’s a nice change from your usual cinnamon raisin with more cream cheese than bagel. “Am I your boyfriend yet?” He asks. It’s a whisper of a question that you almost don’t hear. “Ask me later.” You reply and turn to share a smile with him. “Okay.” He says and scoots over to you, “You have jelly on your lip and I would very much like to be a cheeseball and kiss it away… can I? I mean, it’s not a lot so it’d be a waste to use a napkin.” You laugh and lean into him then lick your lips, “Did I get it?” You ask playfully. “You want the truth?” He counters. “Nuh uh.” You say. “It’s still there.” He whispers and leans in to slot his mouth against yours. Your stomach and chest flutter and flip. “I think it’s later now. Am I your boyfriend yet?” He hums against your lips and his tongue dips past your lips. You nod. John pulls away, “I wanna hear you say it.”

“You’re my boyfriend.” You say to him and he smiles contently, “Righteous.” He gently takes your coffee cup from your hand and places it on the coffee table then guides your hands to his chest, “So we’re a couple now. It’s official.” He says proudly.

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After many dates and stolen kisses in the bookstore, you think you’ve completely fallen for John. His hands rubbing gentle circles into your back when he hugs you has become an addiction that you never hesitate to indulge yourself with. Your hardened exterior finally crumbled and you can honestly say that you love this man. He knows it but he’s gentle and patient. As you finish closing up for the day, John reshelves the books from the return bin. “Come over tonight? I’ll order something and we can watch Wheel of Fortune.” He says as he comes back to the registers. You shut down the registers and smile, “If you insist.” You say softly. “I do… Spend the night with me this time.” He whispers as he comes up behind you. “Too much dip on your chip, buddy.” You say flatly as he turns you around to face him, “I can be convinced though.” John kisses your forehead, “We can have dinner and eat ice cream…” He kisses your lips then trails kisses down your neck, “Then I can paint your nails and we can watch a scary movie and I could hold you when you get scared.” He presses his lips to the pulse at the base of your throat and your eyes squeeze shut. “Paint my nails?” You repeat incredulously. “I had a summer job in my cousin’s nail salon for three summers.” He says proudly, “I can even give you cute little decorations.” He has you as he always does and you just want to be as close to him as you can get. “Let’s go then.” You whisper.

You stop off at a pharmacy and pick up polish remover and a few bottles of nail polish. Pink, rusty orange, teal, and black. “Okay, let’s go see what ice cream they have.” John says as his hand envelopes yours. You let your mind wander, just for a moment, to how his hands would feel as they roamed over your body and you purse your lips. You pass the family planning aisle and he stops, “Should we get condoms?” He asks you gently, “It’s totally up to you.” You don’t want to be so obvious so you pretend to think about it, “I think we should… just in case.” You say shyly. He leads you down the aisle and he actually looks nervous for a moment. You squeeze his hand, “Pick whatever’s comfortable for you.” You pipe up as you stop in front of the array of condoms. He chews his bottom lip as his eyes scan over the different boxes. He grabs a box of extra-large Magnums and you freeze in place. John laughs quietly, “Are you okay?” He asks. “I- I- uh- you got extra large. You know what size you picked up, right?” You babble. John leans into you, “Yeah, baby, I know.” He replies and his smile is just too delicious. “Oh… okay then.” You say and try to stay cool. “I’ll be gentle with you. I promise.” He says and you all but collapse into a puddle.

After settling in and having dinner, you and John tidy up. “Come get changed so we can do your nails.” He says gently. You nod and follow him into his room. He opens a drawer and takes out a slightly worn Keith Whitley t-shirt. “Pants or no?” He asks. “No… I don’t usually sleep in pants. Don’t like it.” You say as you take the shirt from him. “I don’t usually sleep in shirts.” He says as he fishes sweatpants and another t-shirt out for himself. In a moment of bravery, you strip out of your jeans and sweater and fold them neatly then slip the t-shirt on. “I was gonna give you some privacy but okay.” John chuckles. You shrug, “It’s fine. It’s just underwear.” You say with a chuckle. John removes his clothes and you gawk just a bit. “It’s just underwear.” He repeats and redresses. You admire the Mike Nesmith t-shirt that he’s wearing, “I’ve never seen these shirts. Are they bedtime exclusives?” You ask. “Yeah… they’ve seen their better days.” He replies, “Get comfy and I’ll go get the polish.” You climb into his bed and inhale his fresh sheets. Your nerves send your thoughts in a thousand different directions at a million miles per hour. You inhale then exhale, “This is fine.” You tell yourself. You glance at his worn down copy of Date and Time on his nightstand and smile. John comes back in, “Okay, let’s do this.” He says as he gets into bed beside you. “Did you decide on a color yet?” You nod, “Teal for my main color and… orange for my secondary color.” You say. “Okay so I’ll do orange on your thumb and your fourth finger and the rest will be teal. Sounds good?” John asks as he rolls the teal bottle of polish between his hands. “Yeah… what are you doing?” You ask him. “Mixing it. It’s better to roll the bottle instead of shaking it. Prevents air bubbles.” He says and gives you a cocky grin. “That’s cool.” You say and he leans in closer, “Tip me for sharing my knowledge.” He says playfully and puckers his lips. You kiss him softly, “Do a good job and I’ll tip you again.” You say. “Hold on. Let’s play some music.” He says as he reaches past you to get his phone off of the nightstand. “What are you in the mood for, my love?” You shrug, “Surprise me.” You say. He pulls back and you watch him scroll for a minute. He smiles and taps his screen. Lucille by Kenny Rogers plays on the Bluetooth speaker on his dresser, “Here we go… y'know my stepdad liked country music. He had great music taste.” John says. He gets to work on your nails and you share more stories.

John finishes your nails as Free by Deniece Williams plays and he sings along softly. “Your voice is pretty.” You tell him. He kisses you gently, “You think so?” He says. You nod, “Yeah.” You pull him into a deeper kiss and he reaches behind you to put the bottles of polish on the nightstand, “What are you getting at, huh?” He purrs against your lips. “Oh, nothing really.” You say coyly. John pushes you onto your back and stares you down, “Nothing at all?” He says and peppers your lips and neck with kisses. “My nails are wet, John.” You whisper. “Oh right. Let me help them dry a little faster.” He says and brings your hands up so he can gently blow on your nails. “John.” You whine. “They’ll be dry soon. Are you wet somewhere else, baby?” He says as he eases up the hem of your shirt ever so slowly. You nod and carefully place your hands on his shoulders to prevent smudging your nail polish. “Do you want me to touch you? I bet those pretty panties are soaking wet.” He dips his hand into your panties and slowly eases his fingers past your folds, “Oh, baby… is this all for me?” John rubs slow circles into your clit and your eyes flutter shut, “John… faster… please.” You whimper. He watches you intently and you involuntarily spread your legs a bit wider. “You stay put and let those nails dry, sweetheart. I’m gonna see just how wet you are. I wanna taste it.” You’ve never let a guy go down on you and as much as you want it, you’re afraid of it, “John… I- I- wait-” “Baby, it’s okay. I need you to trust me, okay? I promise you won’t regret this. Just really want you… it’s more of a need and if you’ll let me, I’ll make you feel so good.” John looks at you with hungry eyes and you nod, “Yeah… yeah.” You whisper and just like that, he’s inching down, raising the t-shirt past your hips, and hooking his fingers around your panties, “Look at me while I do this, okay? Don’t close your eyes.” He murmurs as he pulls your panties off and tosses them to the side. You watch him with your hands placed awkwardly on your stomach and you want so badly to run your fingers through his hair. He holds eye contact as he pushes two fingers into you and sucks on your clit. “John!” You shrill and he shifts to hook one of your legs over his shoulder then brings his arm around to hold you in place. You buck your hips and throw your head back as you feel him bring you closer to the orgasm you’ve been dreaming about. “Please! Just fuck me, John… I need you inside me.” You beg and John pulls away. He licks his lips and curls his fingers up to hit your spot, “I am inside you, short stuff. Is this not enough? Tell me what you want.” He says softly. “I want you to fuck me… please, John. I need you.” You beg and he sits up to take his shirt off. His toned body is all you need to stop caring about how dry your nails are and you trace your fingertips over his chest and down his stomach, “Look at what you’re doing to me, Y/n. Feel it.” He says and brings your hand down to stroke him through his pants. “Oh God, John.” You gasp. He feels huge and you’re afraid, excited, and overwhelmed all at once. 

He bends down to kiss you hard, "I don’t even know what I wanna do next… wanna suck your tits, wanna keep eating you out, wanna turn you over and fuck you into this mattress… decisions, decisions.” He purrs as he lifts you and takes the t-shirt off. He quickly unhooks your bra and flings it aside, “Shit, babe… Y/n.” He mouths at your nipples and rolls them between his fingers, “You’re so gorgeous. Fuck… you like this baby?” He breathes as he presses his face into the valley between your breasts. “Yeah, baby… John… feels so good.” You pant, “I can’t take anymore. Please, please, please.” John laughs as he stands up, “Miss Y/n is a beggar? I never knew that. Miss grumpy little bookstore boss is begging to get slammed. Looks like you’re gonna cry if I don’t.” You sit up and tug at his pants, “And I will so stop fucking around and gimme it.” You demand and he laughs before nudging your head which sends you falling back against the mattress. You both laugh and you reach up for him, “C'mon, please? I really will cry.” You say in a small voice. John takes down his pants and his boxers and you stare at his throbbing dick. “Oh shit.” You gasp. John smiles as he pulls you up by your hand, “Come on, beautiful. It’s not so scary, right?” He says gently. You scoff, “Yes it fucking is. Holy shit, John.” You say. John laughs again, “Take your time with it. Come on. Open your mouth.”

You can’t deny that just the sight of him is making your mouth water despite the sheer anxiety. You try not to wonder if he’ll even fit inside you but it tugs at the back of your mind. You open your mouth and he slowly guides himself inside. He holds your head steady and slowly rolls his hips, “Such a good girl. See? You’re doing great.” He moans. You wrap a hand around his base and bob your head around him slowly; savoring the feel of him against your tongue and the back of your throat. “You’re so fucking pretty. God, you look so hot like this. Such a beautiful girl. Come here. I’m dying to get inside you.” John pulls back and pulls you up to press a hot, wet kiss to your lips before kicking his pants and boxers off. He climbs into the bed and pulls you on top of him. He teases your clit with the swollen tip of his cock and for a moment, you want to stop and use a condom but you look each other in the eyes and silently agree that neither of you can be bothered. He lines himself up at your entrance and you hold your breath in anticipation. “Hey, hey… you gotta relax, short stuff, okay?” He says as he gently strokes his thumbs against your hips. “O-okay. Just… please be gentle.” You whisper. “Of course. I promised you I would. Just keep breathing for me and don’t tense up, okay? Just relax.” He says warmly. You inhale deeply and hold it for a second before exhaling and holding onto John’s broad shoulders. “That’s my girl.” He moans as he slides into you and completely bottoms out. He stretches you beautifully and as you begin riding him, he holds you steady and sucks marks into your neck and chest, “Look at you fucking yourself on my dick. God, baby… you like that, huh?” He groans huskily. “Yeah… I- oh fuck! I love it, baby.” You pant. “Aw, you love me?” John chuckles playfully. “Uh-huh… I do… so much.” You whimper and John smiles, “I love you too, baby.” He says as he grips your hips and thrusts himself into you. You cry out and wrap your arms around his neck, “Feels so good… yes, John. Yes, yes, yes- God! Please don’t stop… please.”

John flips the both of you over and looks down at you, “So wet baby.” He sighs as he traps your arms above your head, “You’re taking me so well… like we were made for each other.” You clench around him, “I was made for this… for you to fuck me… made for you.” You whimper and wrap your legs around his waist. John reaches for a pillow and positions it under your hips, “I’m gonna make you see God tonight.” You stare at him eagerly, “I already am.” You whisper and John fucks into you like his life is depending on it. You take it and you feel him slam so deep into you that you spread your legs even wider because he just invokes something so lewd and desperate in you and he is God tonight. You worship him with each stroke and his name is a prayer on your tongue and down your throat. His eyes are your pearly gates and his hips are your hellfire. He presses a hand down against your abdomen. He knows he’s got you wrapped around his fingers and he laughs a breathless laugh, “I’m just a guy… flawed and human like anyone else. Why would you worship me?” He heaves as he gives you back your own words. “John.” You squeak, “Please.” The way he pins you down drives you mad and you just want him to wrap his hand around your neck. You reach up for his hand and he gives it to you. You bring it down your lips and kiss his knuckles then bring it down to your neck, “Please?” You ask softly and John circles his hand around your throat just right, “God, you’re such a dirty girl. Let’s try something else. I think you’ll like it.” He says as he pulls out of you. You whimper at the absence of him inside you as you let him reposition you on your hands and knees closer to the foot of the bed. “See that mirror?” John asks as he points to his full mirror across the room. You nod. “Watch us.” He says as he slides back into you. John pulls you up and presses you back against him. One hand travels up to your neck and the other travels down to tease circles into your clit. “John!” You cry. “Cum for me, baby. That’s my good girl.” He croons softly against your ear. His fingers speed up and you cum undone but he doesn’t stop, “Let me know if this is too much.” He says. Your body lurches and twitches but you don’t stop him. You’re greedy for him and he knows it. You mew and whimper but you let him keep going, “Is this my pussy now, baby?” He asks. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.” You whine and roll your head back against the firmness of his shoulder. “Gonna cum, baby… oh, baby, yes, yes, ugh.” He moans and his hips stutter as he fills you. “John.” You choke out and he doesn’t stop. He pulls out and turns you onto your back before easing back inside. He lays on top of you while using one arm to support his weight and you cling to each other as he milks himself into you. “God, I never wanna fuckin’ stop.” He groans. “Then don’t stop until you’re ready.” You beg. He strokes into you a few more times before you both fall limp. As you both become more grounded, John sighs, “Ah shit.” “What, baby? What’s wrong?” You ask him softly. “I fucked my boss. That is so unprofessional” He says and smirks. “What kinda boss fucks a subordinate? That’s so slutty.” You chuckle. “Nah, she’s not so bad. Only slutty when she’s naked. Gotta look out for those quiet ones, y’know.” You both laugh. John kisses your forehead, “I love you.” He says gently “I love you too.” You reply.

It takes a bit of effort but you both get up, shower, and then change his bedsheets. John gets you cozy in bed, “I’m gonna go get a morning after pill. Wait for me?” He says. You nod and snuggle up beneath his comforter. “We can eat some ice cream when I get back.” He kisses you and heads out. You lay in the silence of his room and replay the events from earlier. You blush as you remember the feel of his mouth on you and the way he moaned your name. You roll over and retrieve the book from his nightstand and it falls open to Repetition. You smile as you trace your fingers over the words and imagine that he’s done it many times before. In his scrawl is a note in green ink at the bottom of the adjacent page:

I told her I think she’s beautiful. She said every guy who’s ever fucked her over thought the same thing. Maybe she’s not mean at all. Maybe she’s just tired. Maybe repetition has made her tired?

He’s not wrong. You hold the pages to your heart for a moment then close the book back and place it on the dresser. He really analyzed you and came to a conclusion in the book you sold him. You feel yourself fall deeper. It doesn’t take him long to come back. He brings you the pill with a glass of water and you take it. You laugh as the box of condoms sit atop his dresser still sealed up. “It’s funny how we grabbed those for ‘just in case’ like we didn’t already know what was gonna go down but it’s hilarious that instead of actually using one, you ended up getting stuffed and creamed like a cannoli.” He says as he hands you a bowl of Chunky Monkey ice cream. You blush, “I foresee an IUD in my future.“ John smirks, "More stuffin’ and creamin’? Hell yeah.” He says with a fist pump. “Really, John?” You laugh. “Really, baby.” He shoots back.

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The heat from outside billows into the store as John comes in. He ran to get lunch as you watched the store. “It’s swamp ass out there.” He sighs as he wipes his brow, “But… daddy got those fuckin’ burritos, baby.” You roll your eyes and smile, “You’re a menace.” You laugh. He brings the food and drinks behind the counter then looks you up and down, “I really love how that dress looks on you.” He says as slides his hand up the back of your sundress to grip your ass. “Stop it, John.” You hiss reluctantly. “Shhhh, sweetheart. Nobody’s gonna know if you hush your pretty little mouth.” He whispers and brings his hand around to slip down the front of your panties. “John.” You whisper. The jazz instrumentals play over the store speakers and John pushes you against the back counter and rubs your clit slowly, “Gonna let daddy make you cum right here?” He says into your ear. You close your eyes and push your face into his chest, “Oh God.” You whimper and he rubs you faster. “You’re so wet, baby. You should’ve told me.” He purrs. You come undone and he pulls his hand from your underwear and slides them into his mouth, “See? Nobody saw us and nobody heard you.” He says softly.

“Confession time.” John says as you two cuddle up in the coolness of your air conditioned apartment. “Oh Lord Jesus.” You say as you sit up and straddle him. “So uh… remember that day I came in and you hired me?” He asks. “Yeah. I do. Best day ever.” You say quietly. He pinches your cheeks, “Well… remember how I said I quit my job?” He says. You nod, “Yeah…” You say and narrow your eyes at him suspiciously. “I didn’t lie or anything like that but I was on my way to work when I saw the sign and… I went and quit then came back hoping like hell I wasn’t too late.” He says. You crack up, “You’re insane, John! What if you were too late?” You ask him. “Then I would’ve crawled my sorry ass back to Starbucks and begged for my job back.” He says with a shrug, “You were worth it.” You smile and stroke his face, “Can I make a confession?” You ask. John nods. “I don’t recommend that book to everyone… Date and Time, I mean. It’s a really special book to me and I don’t just go telling everyone who needs a book recommendation about it.” You say. John smirks, “I’ve been working in that store with you five days a week for almost two years now, short stuff. I’ve never heard you recommend it to anyone. I already know but… why did you tell me about it?” He says and takes your hands in his. You shrug, “Because when I looked at you, I felt like I was supposed to.” He nods, “You liked me all along, didn’t you?” He asks smugly and you nod, “I did but that Valentine’s Day gift… that changed everything.” John quirks up an eyebrow, “How?” 

“The next morning, I woke up and I remembered why.”

✓ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 °*

𝙶𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚝! 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜.

𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚟 𝚔𝚙𝚘𝚙 𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚜, 𝚔-𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚂𝚆𝙵𝟸 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜.

𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙵𝚄𝙻 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚖. 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚍𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞! <𝟹

𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝙳𝙾 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚕, 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚢 𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗!

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙵𝙸𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝙵𝙰𝙽𝙵𝙸𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽.

♡ 𝐁𝐚𝐝𝐚 𝐋𝐞𝐞

° 𝙵𝚄𝙻𝙻 𝙵𝙸𝙲 𝚂𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚂

◌ 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙺𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝙹𝚊𝚖 𝚁𝚎𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚌. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗. 𝚃𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝙱𝚎𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍.

𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝑻𝑹𝑰𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑳𝑬, 𝑩𝑨𝑫𝑨 𝑳𝑬𝑬 𝒙 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹 𝒙 𝑲𝑰𝑹𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑵 𝑫𝑶𝑫𝑮𝑬𝑵

◌ 𝐓𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜. (𝐀𝐖𝐁𝐖)

"𝚈𝚎𝚜, 𝙸 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝙸'𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎."

𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾, 𝑮!𝑷 𝑩𝑨𝑫𝑨 𝒙 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

◌ 𝐓𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 ° 𝟐. (𝐀𝐖𝐁𝐖)

" 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌."

" 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚗 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚐, 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌."

~ 𝙺𝚎𝚑𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚒 - 𝚃𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌

𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻, 𝑮!𝑷 𝑩𝑨𝑫𝑨 𝒙 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

° 𝙸𝙼𝙰𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂

◌ .......𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞? (𝐀𝐖𝐁𝐖).

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾, 𝑺𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑪𝑯!𝑩𝑨𝑫𝑨 𝒙 𝑺𝑼𝑩!𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝒙 𝑺𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑪𝑯!𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

◌ 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐒𝐨 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 (𝐀𝐖𝐁𝐖).

𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝.....𝙷𝙴𝚁.

𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾, 𝑷𝑳𝑼𝑺 𝑺𝑰𝒁𝑬 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

◌ 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 (𝐀𝐖𝐁𝐖).

𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎.

𝑭𝑳𝑼𝑭𝑭, 𝑰𝑵𝑵𝑶𝑪𝑬𝑵𝑻, 𝑵𝑨𝑰𝑽𝑬, 𝑺𝑻𝑼𝑫𝑰𝑶𝑼𝑺!𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹 𝒙 𝑩𝑨𝑫 𝑮𝑰𝑹𝑳!𝑩𝑨𝑫𝑨

◌ 𝐀𝐧 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐫.

𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊'𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚡.

𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾, 𝑺𝑼𝑩!𝑩𝑨𝑫𝑨 𝒙 𝑫𝑶𝑴!𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

◌ 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞. (𝐀𝐖𝐁𝐖)

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎.

𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻, 𝑭𝑳𝑼𝑭𝑭, 𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑷 𝑴𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹!𝑩𝑨𝑫𝑨 𝒙 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

◌ 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐈𝐭.

𝙷𝚘𝚠𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚡 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠.

𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾, 𝑩𝑨𝑫𝑨 𝑳𝑬𝑬 𝒙 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹 𝒙 𝑯𝑶𝑾𝑳

◌ 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞. (𝐀𝐖𝐁𝐖)

𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊.

𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻, 𝑭𝑳𝑼𝑭𝑭, 𝑩𝑨𝑫𝑨 𝑳𝑬𝑬 𝒙 𝑷𝑳𝑼𝑺 𝑺𝑰𝒁𝑬 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

◌ 𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤... 𝐈 𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩.

𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔.

𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾, 𝑮!𝑷 𝑩𝑨𝑫𝑨 𝒙 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

◌ 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞.

𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚎, 𝚜𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜.

𝑭𝑳𝑼𝑭𝑭, 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾, 𝑮!𝑷 𝑩𝑨𝑫𝑨 𝒙 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

◌ 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲.

𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾, 𝑩𝑼𝑳𝑳𝒀 𝑩𝑨𝑫𝑨 𝒙 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

◌ 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐢𝐦. (𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍!)

"𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖." "𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚍." "𝚄𝚙 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝." "𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙸'𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚖." ~ 𝙳𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗 - 𝙱𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍

𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻, 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾, 𝑱𝑬𝑨𝑳𝑶𝑼𝑺 𝑩𝑨𝑫𝑨 𝒙 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

◌ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐀 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞.

"𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎."

"𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗."

"𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎."

"𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐."

"𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎."

~ 𝙹𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚎 𝙰𝚒𝚔𝚘 - 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 (𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎)

𝑭𝑳𝑼𝑭𝑭, 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻, 𝑮!𝑷 𝑩𝑨𝑫𝑨 𝒙 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

◌ 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝. (𝐀𝐖𝐁𝐖) (𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍!)

"𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝."

"𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐."

"𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎, 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚒𝚗'𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍."

~ 𝙺𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝙻𝚎𝚍𝚎 - 𝚄𝚛 𝙱𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍

𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾, 𝑩𝑨𝑫𝑨 𝑳𝑬𝑬 𝒙 𝑷𝑳𝑼𝑺 𝑺𝑰𝒁𝑬 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

◌ 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭. (𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍!)

"𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝙻𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚘'𝚜 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝙸'𝚖 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐."

"𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗."

"𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎, 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎?"

~ 𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙰𝙷𝙽 - 𝙻𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝙸𝚗 𝙻𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚗

𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾, 𝑩𝑨𝑫𝑨 𝑳𝑬𝑬 𝒙 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

◌ 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞. (𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍!)

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚞n𝚗𝚎𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚕. 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗.

° 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽𝚂

◌ 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐁𝐚𝐝𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐲.

𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚅𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾, 𝑭𝑳𝑼𝑭𝑭, 𝑩𝑨𝑫𝑨 𝑳𝑬𝑬 𝒙 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

◌ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐚𝐝𝐚 𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝?

𝙱𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙻𝚎𝚎.

𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾, 𝑭𝑳𝑼𝑭𝑭, 𝑩𝑨𝑫𝑨 𝑳𝑬𝑬 𝒙 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

♡ 𝐓𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

° 𝙸𝙼𝙰𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂

◌ .......𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞? (𝐀𝐖𝐁𝐖)

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾, 𝑺𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑪𝑯!𝑩𝑨𝑫𝑨 𝒙 𝑺𝑼𝑩!𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝒙 𝑺𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑪𝑯!𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

◌ 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬.

" 𝚆𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚠𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜."

"𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚗 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛."

"𝚃𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍, 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍, 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕."

~ 𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚎𝚢 - 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜

𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻, 𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝒙 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

♡ 𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐡

° 𝙸𝙼𝙰𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂

𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬. (𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍!)

de-stress

still intact

Truth

Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Warnings: Smut/18+/NSFW

A/N: Fic brought to you by THIS song. So he doesn’t exactly admit he’s in Kingsmen because he would never actually be allowed to do so but he does his best. Also, have a gif of Eggsy, because I can’t get enough of Taron’s stupid fucking face. I apologize for any painful grammatical answers, it’s 3AM right now and if I don’t go to sleep I’m gonna die but I also wanna get this posted.

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let me tell you about the guys who are obssesed with your cute glasses. if you tell him you're gonna put your glasses away when you have sex, he insists on you keeping them on. he has to shut his eyes when you finally take him in your mouth. the looks on your face you're wearing while you peek at him thru your glasses is too much for him. it's not even your tongue that's making him this weak, it's your glasses.

"let me give you a break." he tells you, pulling his cock from your mouth.

"i know, baby." he coos when you whine at the loss of the weight of his cock. you want him back inside.

he grabs your chin with one hand while he strokes himself with the other. sometimes he gets so carried away that the bumps his cock on your nose, making your giggle. but he's just too lost because of your glasses.

"im gonna cum, baby." he groans, feeling the orgasm rushing thru his body. suddently, white ropes of cum paint your face, landing right at your glasses. you go to wipe them clean, but he stops you, emptying his last drops on them to prohibit you from seeing.

"good girl," he tells you, cradling your head in his hands, "now you look like you're mine."

shout out to the girls that hate their bodies but are trying really really hard to find the beauty and comfort in them because that shit is hard and takes a lot of time and is emotionally exhausting. i’m proud of y’all.

so…he just casually looks this hot while producing in his studio?

you're not alone

omg …. i’m the only one who would fuck venom :(

people will act like you hard to deal with cause you ain’t easy to fool

maybe

maybe one day,

in another universe

in a different galaxy

you'd let me love you the way you deserve

not the way your mental tells you

not the way someone in your past told you

why do i have to love you right now

I’m nasty as fuck but also full of love

These holes in your wall are beautiful. You punched these urself ? Wow

The idea of someone else not being able to keep their hands off my body is literally intoxicating

like sorry I just want to be desired

WEDNESDAY | Seven | smg x f!reader

Weight of the world on your shoulders I kiss your waist and ease your mind I must be favored to know ya I take my hands and trace your lines

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~1.5k | Pairing: smg x f!reader | Genre: smut, romance

Warnings: praise, oral f. rec., fingering, squirting, cum eating/drinking

Reader Notes: has breasts and a vagina, called pretty girl, wap

Mingi is fucking obsessed with your pussy. He’s obsessed with how it looks, how it tastes, how it feels. He wants to be inside of you as often as he possibly can, in whatever form possible. Whether he’s fucking you with his fingers, shoving his tongue in to feel your walls flutter, or sinking his aching cock into your perfect, wet warmth, he wants to be inside of you. 

Which is why he’s on his knees for you on this rainy Wednesday night, the TV flashing behind him and illuminating you where you sit at the edge of the sofa. He can barely hear the pitter patter of the raindrops, your thighs clamped tightly around his head as he licks and sucks at your clit. 

You’re so fucking wet it’s dripping down his chin, which is just another thing he’s obsessed with. You always get drenched for him, always leave him soaked with you, always leak enough to fill his mouth and his head and his heart. 

You’re the best he’s ever had, and he knows that will never change because you’ll be the last he ever has too. He doesn’t want anyone else, couldn’t want anyone else, not when you’re so fucking wet and hot and lush for him every single time. Plus there’s the fact that he’s fucking in love with you, in a way that almost scares him. 

He’s just never been so devoted to someone before, never been so enamored, so consumed, that he’s asked them for an uninterrupted two hours a week just to eat them out. The two hours you offer him usually fall on Wednesdays, making it his absolute favorite day of the week. 

He thinks he’s maybe halfway into his time, and he’s only made you cum twice so far. You’re having a stressful week, with lots going on at work and some drama within your friend group, and he thinks your mind may be a bit too busy for him to make you cum easily like usual. 

He’ll just have to work hard to clear it and do his best to keep your focus on him, starting with sliding two fingers inside of you and wrapping his lips around your clit. That makes you gasp, makes your back arch, makes your hand flex in his hair, and he groans in encouragement, the vibration of his lips sparking a full body shiver. 

He pulls them out a little and crooks them up, searching for the spot that always makes you gush for him. He’s glad he remembered to lay a towel down this time, because once he finds that spot, he’s going to grind into it with the tips of his fingers until he makes you squirt. He likes how empty your mind gets after, how you get all pliant and soft and sweet, how you either beg for his cock or beg him to make it happen again. 

Your hips jump against his face as he passes over a rough patch, and now that he’s found what he was looking for, he can get to work on making you forget all your worries. With his fingers curled inside you, he starts pumping them, tilting his hand up every time his knuckles touch your pussy so his fingertips rub into the spot. 

He’s relentless, his lips puckered around your swollen little clit and his tongue flicking over it until you’re whimpering his name. You grind into his face and he whines around you, feeling his cock jerk against his thigh as precum starts to bead on the head. You just keep getting wetter, your sounds growing louder and higher and your cunt squeezing his fingers so tight it makes him moan. 

He almost can’t take the anticipation, knowing that it’s only a matter of time before you’re drowning him with your arousal. He can tell you’re getting close, your body trembling and your pussy clenching, and all he can do is groan, “Cum,” into you and hope you listen. 

You do, thank fuck, you do, letting out a sharp keen and absolutely fucking coating him in you. He pulls away from your clit, replacing his lips with his thumb to lean down and open his mouth as wetness sprays out of your cunt. His fingers keep grinding into your g-spot, beckoning you to keep going so he can catch it with parted lips and a laid out tongue. 

You sob above him, one hand clutching his hair and the other holding your breast like it’s a lifeline. He commits the sight of you, the taste of you, the feel of you, to memory, files it away into the folder containing the most precious of things, and lets himself cum, just a little, just enough to sate him for the next forty five minutes. 

That’s how long he thinks he has left, and he’s planning to make the most of his time. 

He pulls away just far enough to regain his breath and ask, “Again?” 

You stare down at him dazedly, your starry eyes full of tears and your perfect tits heaving as you fight to take in air. 

“God, you’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” Mingi says, nearly in awe. “Can I make you squirt again, pretty girl?” 

“Yeah, Mingi,” you whine weakly. “I wan-wanna-”

Another sob cuts your words off as he digs his fingers into the patch of nerves inside you and returns his mouth to your clit. He gets right to work, lapping at you with his tongue and thrusting his fingers in and out of your pussy, pushing through your tightness to curl them rhythmically. 

Your hips jolt into his face and he feels the corners of his mouth curl in a grin, pleased as always by the way you react to him, and pleased even more by the gush of arousal that comes when he sucks your clit into his mouth and hums. 

Your hips buck with his movements and he has to grasp one with his free hand to keep you still, to anchor you down to the couch so he can continue taking you apart. Your hand covers his and he tangles his fingers with yours, looking up to catch your eyes and groaning roughly into you when he sees the fucked out expression on your face. 

Now that he’s holding you down, you’ve practically melted into the couch, your legs sprawled apart to make room for him and your chin tucked to your chest as you watch him work. It’s always easier to make you squirt the second time around, and Mingi nearly vibrates in excitement as he slides in a third finger, crooks them into your g-spot, and grinds. 

He can’t wait for you to cum again, to flood him again, can’t wait to drink you down and spin you out until he’s sure he’s the only thought left in your big, smart brain. He thinks he can see the rest fading away, your eyes growing hazier with every thrust and curl of his fingers inside you, with every suck of his lips around your clit and every squeeze of his hand on your hip.

Your cunt starts to flutter around his fingers, your walls clamping down to hold them inside, and he listens to your body, leaving them where they are and starting to massage your g-spot with his fingertips. He thinks he can feel your clit throbbing between his lips, and it almost makes his eyes roll back into his head, just thinking about getting you so hot that he can feel your pulse in your pussy. 

Your cries reach a fever pitch and your thighs snap closed around his head as you break, your wetness gushing out around his fingers in waves, spilling over his chin to trickle down his neck to his chest. He fucking loves how messy it is, how you soak his skin, how his fingers will be pruney when he pulls them out of you. 

With his internal clock ticking, he decides to just keep going. You’ll stop him when the two hours are up so you can take a bath and watch a movie, and until then, he’s going to keep making you cum, because it’s what you deserve. 

You deserve to be so full of pleasure, you don’t feel any pain. So full of his love, you never have a reason to doubt it. And maybe later tonight, so full of his cum, you’ll still be leaking it tomorrow. 

AN: WAP wednesday yeeeeehaw

pls reblog if you enjoyed!! as always, i would love to hear your thoughts 💖

Seven Masterlist

My Masterlist

meg baby, I promise we’ll all look the other way if you decide to strangle that chimera ant built bitch. I promise we won’t say nothing.

and if all the black writers left this app, then who would be writing all the good content, tumblr?

oh that’s not-

IN THE SENSE THAT

been on my mind non stop

The feminine urge to ride him while holding his hands above his head, slowly whining and taunting him. “You were gonna show me who’s boss, what happened” with a sly smirk and teasing tone. Just to hear his light whimpers and feel his shallow thrust in a sad attempt to gain power. “Maybe I’ll give in and fuck you silly like you want so bad.”

squirting for the first time with jjk men?? 😫

❛ SLIPPERY WHEN WET! ❜

sukuna, toji, getō, gojo, namami, choso. jjk men and their reaction to making you squirt for the first time

total wc. 3.6k

warnings. fem!reader, degradation, squirting, overstim, praise, fingering, unprotected sex, p*ssydrunk men, dumbification, pussyspanking, toy usage, edging. MDNI

FUSHIGURO ☆ TOJI

“hm? ain’t no guy ever make ya squirt before?” he grunts. and you’re just absentmindedly being stuffed, both of your wrists gripped back with toji holding onto them, his strokes were mean and demanding. your head continued to thump and bounce against the soft silk pillow that rested underneath your head. all you could make out was a sweet pathetic ‘nuh-uh’ and toji raises his thin eyebrows in amusement. “no baby…? not even once?”

“no- don’t think i can, i tried myself but…”

he snickers. “silly girl. trust me, you can squirt,” you bit your lip, eyes nearly rolling back from his jagged thrusts, its so good you nearly feel drool start to run down the corners of your mouth, how embarrassing it was—yet you remained stupid from his dick, feeling the warmth of your pussy clench tight against him. “want me to test it out?”

“yeah,” you whine, your voice was a mere soft mewl, an almost mumble practically, and toji gifts your ass with a spank, eliciting a moan from your mouth. he grows cocky the minute a huh? leaves his mouth. so you correct yourself with a “y-yes.”

“….‘yeah’ what girl,” he groans, skimming his dark green eyes down to see how your body jerks underneath him. his weight lightly hovers against you, and he’s still got a firm grip with your wrists, having you pitifully tongue-tied. “taught you how to speak to me. so let’s try that again.”

arrogant bastard, what your thoughts originally said—making you purposely repeat yourself, but his cock always always made up for it.

“please,” you choke out, moaning from the way he deepens his thrusts just a tad bit, your mouth starts to water from the way your pussy twitches in content. “make me squirt toji. please. i wanna be messy for you.”

“aw that’s my girl,” he purrs, releasing his grip from your wrists, yet it remains still against your bare back, his thrusts snap against you to where a cute gasp leaves your lips. “but oh, you’ve been messy though, but there’s nothing wrong with that, princess,” he teases, such mockery escaping from his tone. “relax for me, yeah? you’ll feel it when it comes.”

“okay,” you moaned, your left cheek pressed up against the white sheets of the mattress. it was cute, your face being up against the bed as you’re being absolutely stuffed and pounded. you felt yourself tightening from the inside—a coil desperately awaiting to be snapped, a feeling you never knew you could feel, and you probably looked so dumb. “okay okay o-okay.”

you cutely kept sputtering, repeating and bracing yourself. toji brings a rough hand towards the back of your neck as he’s ramming his fat length from behind you, such thrusts has your body spasming and crying out for more, it feels like a orgasm being snatched away from you.

“give it to me, girl.” he grunts, giving your ass another mean spank. the immense build up. your legs judder continuously to where your mind goes blank like an empty canvas, empty..

“a-ah t-toji—!” you squeaked, and he’s so ruthless whenever it came to you, each time you try to sit up to turn around he shoved your head lightly back down, it’s so cute. “fuck, fuck. f-fuck, ‘s about to-” and a gasp interrupts your words the minute you squirt all down his shaft to his base, your sweet juices sheath and sheath all the way down and it’s so warm and hot.

the minute you end up squirting, your legs felt so weak, it just quavered and shook. “oh my g-god,” you sobbed, and he slows his sloppy thrusts against your cunt down—leaning up close to you, direct and personal. “there we go mama, my messy fuckin’ squirter,” he whispers, he’s pressed against your ass and wraps a few fingers around your neck. planting a kiss underneath your chin he murmurs. “you made such a mess. how’s it feel?”

“good. but feels w-wet toji.”

“eheh, well yeah girl, that’s kinda the point.” he snickers, playfully sinking his teeth into your neck, giving it a teasing nibble.

SUKUNA ☆ RYŌMEN

“hm? make you squirt huh? so greedy.. my fingering isn’t enough for you?” sukuna teases and you’re laid flat on your back with your legs lazily lifted up, more like he’s holding them up for you.

you moaned, feeling him slide a single digit in and out. he sneaks a wet kiss against your thigh before leaning in to press his lips against your pussy, tasting how sweet you were. “...kuna ‘m not greedy, just wanna see what it feels like, please..”

“you are greedy,” he grunts, giving your cunt a swift spank to make your legs twitch, “but sure thing.” he mutters, warm minty breath going against your clit. your head goes back and your mouth slightly opens and parts from the way he’s fingering you and eating you out. his lips latch and lock against your folds to make your eyes roll back. he was so filthy with his tongue let alone his fingers.

you sucked your teeth—feeling his two fingers push deep in and out, going past against that spot each time, instead of your eyes rolling you were practically crossed eyed.

“f-fuck, fuck, ‘s good ‘kuna...”

“i know. you keep saying that, dumb girl. quit talkin’ and start squirting.” and you lose count of how many mean slaps he gives your pussy. he’s so mean, yet found every few seconds to praise you and let you know how good you’re doing.

“h-hurry up and make me then.”

“little girl, watch it.” he grunts, gifting you a glare, his eyes pierce against yours before he sits up, spitting right on your pussy with a rough spat, he runs a single middle finger down your slit to snatch the tiny brat left in you. you meet eye contact and your slick was very much glistening his chin, being soaked with your sweetness.

your legs were so close, just the epitome of the word jittery with how it just shook, never once staying still. the stimulation he created with his tongue let alone his fingers, it had your mind boggled. “think ‘m getting close, f-fuck.”

“uh huh. fuckin’ bet you are.” he whistles in response—grabbing ahold of his dick and you let off a cute gasp at the way he swipes his throbbing leaky pre-swollen tip against your wetness. “look at that, princess.

so eager to jus’ swallow me up.” and he slowly makes his way inside your cunt, immediately your walls hug him as a response and you’re just at the very limit. “come on, let go for me. you dont gotta be shy around me, neither does this wet pussy.”

the minute you squirt…it’s embarrassing, sukuna only smacks about five deep thrusts against your cunt and you’re already making a mess all over his base. “s-so good.” you’d cry out, and he’s staring at you.

a grunt departs his lips before he leans in to kiss you, pulling out only to ghost his fingers against your clit.

“you’re such a nasty girl,” he murmurs against your lips, you moan—tasting your own slick that ran down his chin, the sharp edges of his teeth playfully nibbling down on your lip. his body heat against yours made you feel tingly and even more in such heat. “tell me you’re my nasty girl, baby.”

“i-i’m a nasty girl, ‘kuna.” you moaned.

he gives you a dead stare—and you whine once he slips two fingers inside your throbbing pussy.

“i’m your nasty girl, ‘kuna.” you rephrased, and a cocky grin forms on his lips.

“what a good obident girl. think i like you.”

NANAMI ☆ KENTO

“you sure sweetheart?” he asks in a soft mumble, he has a wand in hand. the ringing of the toy rings against your ears as your legs were sprawled apart for him. “you want me to make you…squirt?”

“yes p-please, kento.” you nod, the cuteness bestowed upon your lips was beyond words to describe. the way your lip quivered, it was barely up a few notches yet you throbbed and throbbed. despite it only being a good ten minutes. you’re just a whimpering mess.

eager to touch yourself, you reach down to play with your pussy before he grabs it, kissing the back of your hand.

he chuckles. “oh baby…baby, gotta keep those hands to yourself if you want me to make you messy. okay? no touching.”

“s-sorry kento.”

“aw, don’t be sorry. squirt, princess.” he teases, a hum underneath his tone he was so gentle with you, with his touch yet your legs felt like they were pretty much about to give out.

the stimulation made your teeth nearly chatter, toes clench and your back nearly arching. he finds you to be so pretty like this. flat on your chest, drool running down your mouth against the pillow with your mind empty.

you hold in a moan, teeth lightly piercing down on your lip to help silence yourself from the immense pleasure, the overstim from just releasing had your chin just hovering over your arm.

“o-one more level kento.”

“more? it’s gonna be on four, dunno if my cute whiney princess can handle that.”

“p-please, need it. i wanna-”

you moan at the swift sound of nanami swiping a thumb across the vibrating toy feeling the impulses throb against your sweet cunt, indeed it now being a level higher from three and it’s so good you can just taste the urge to let yourself go.

the sudden feeling of his sneaking fingers to brush and slither against your puffy folds was just enough to send you to burst—your mouth slightly went agape, and you’re just stupid. “n-nanami.”

“so dumbstruck you said nanami instead of kento, such a sweet thing,” and you end up squirting the minute he rubs the toy in a circular motion—maneuvering it against you along with fingers to ghost and run alongside your achy pussy. “easy, ‘s okay. lie down on your chest. jus’ let go for me baby, yeah.”

“such a gorgeous girl,” he whispers in awe, leaning down to kiss your clit which turns to countless smooches, mwah after mwah and your legs were practically mush by now. “let me clean you all up with my tongue, ‘m your husband, least i could do. so relax for me, my love.”

SUGURU ☆ GETO

“oh? i’ve made you squirt before, no?” he cackles, leaning back against the headrest of the couch.

“no,” you whined, still getting over your post-orgasm, his cock stood firm inside of you, such inches of his kept you warm with your hands pressed against his chest. geto stares at you with intrigued darkened eyes. having you sat on his lap, legs still barely recovered a few minutes ago. “don’t think you ever did...”

geto grips your waist, sliding a tongue across his lips before muttering in a sly coy tone. “mhm hmm,” and he’s so sassy, even having the audacity to roll his eyes at you. black specks of hair trickle down and paint the lower half of his body. geto’s happy trail was always appetizing to look at.

“this your little way of asking me to make you soak yourself on me, angel? how cute.” he grins.

“…sugu—” and you gasp at the way he grunts the minute the pads of his thumbs lightly press and pierce into your skin. he starts making you bounce against him and your mouth opens, such lewd whines exit your lips before you throw your arms around his neck.

“wanna squirt, do it yourself. fuck me baby. show me how bad you want it,” and he groans how he’s so stuffed. so full of cum still, hefty base pounding and thwacking back against your pussy. “you’re a big girl. do it y-yourself, mhm…shit.”

he was so teasingly sly, making you rut yourself against him, in the end you always had to do pretty much everything yourself whenever it came to geto.

“…okay,” you choked out, and he playfully leans back — tiny beads of sweat running down the side of his forehead as well as the very middle part of his chiseled v-line.”

it felt so good, you’re dumbly grating your teeth together, still so sensitive, the only cacophony that left your lips was cute whimpers of, “s-sugu,” “…want you s’bad,” and even, “you’re so mean.”

he chuckles at how dumb you grew out to be simply from being stuffed full of thick inches of his dick. “gotta be mean to deal with a pussy this wet.”

his girth had you running for your money, toes clinching as you started to rollick and jerk your hips against him, reaching a hand down to play with yourself before you whine. “f-feel it, suguru.”

“yeah? what are you waitin’ for then?” he purrs.

he chuckled at the sudden moments where you’d grow quiet — he knows how good he’s getting underneath your skin with his vexatious teasing.

his cock expanded in and out the more you moved your hips against him, your soft breaths getting caught in your throat before it comes, you squirt at the same time geto came and he’s caught off guard by the sticky messy feeling, he’s the one who slips off a whine. “s-shit..”

it came out a lot…

let alone with him soaking your cunt full of his own, you really felt stuffed and full to the very depths of it, it felt like a sharp coil within you snapped. geto starts panting, and he takes a moment to blink before grunting, staring away with a flustered face. “don’t look at me. finish fucking me, hmph.”

SATORU ☆ GOJO

“pretty please, ‘toru,” you’d whine out, and he was just straight up cocky and mean, teasing you with having you on all fours, impatient and desperately desperate. “i wanna…wanna squirt.”

“i know you do,” he laughs, playfulness ran all over his tone before he gives your ass a squeeze. that earned a needy moan out of you and you but down on your lip while staring at the fat sheets of the mattress underneath you. “are you asking me to make you squirt or are ya tellin’ me, pretty girl?”

he was so infuriating. even while being plugged in with so much of his thick inches, even just barely with the way he kept swiping his fat tip against your slit, awaiting you.

“….‘m asking, s-satoru.”

he whirrs a playful tone before flipping you over on your back to face him, and then he smiles. “okay. if that’s what you want,” and his voice was so low—a tad bit raspy with pompous smugness all over his sentences. “since i know how impatient ‘n horny you are all the damn time, i’ll make ya squirt in about one minute.”

a minute?

was that even possible—you always heard about how it would take at least longer than that but then you remembered who you were dealing with. gojo satoru and his long pretty fingers that never failed to stretch your pussy out. he was forever proud of that fact, he’d make you soaking wet from not only his dick, his mouth, but especially his fingers.

“it’s gonna get messy, ‘m warning you,” he teases, pulling you up a bit to place a towel down underneath your back. he leans in to pepper kisses underneath your chin before seconds later, he moves his length aside with a grip — before slowly stuffing a single long finger inside, which after a few milliseconds, turns into another. “now, i’m gonna need you to be a good wet girl and jus’ relax for me.”

his words were soothing. you could hardly comprehend anything so his sentences went straight towards your clit, throbbing and throbbing you wanted more. he finds it cute how you grip onto his wrist, babbling about how you don’t want him to stop. “o-okay, satoru. okay.”

you shudder at the feeling of him grazing a thumb down your slit and he moves his head down between your legs to blow softly against your pussy and you moan, feeling him create a good amount of pressure to where you bare down against his fingers easily as if it came natural.

“sweet girl,” he groans, giving your pussy a kittenish suck. your eyes went back in pleasure and you whined at the feeling of his two fingers just smacking in and out of you now. the noises, they were so loud you could hardly even believe it was coming out of you. “hear how wet this sloppy pussy is? yeah girl, that’s you.”

his words that went through your ear and out the other and it got you so wet. his degradation had you pulsing, you felt the inside of your tummy tighten, muscles clenching with you lying down on your back, bracing yourself. gojo was patient with you, occasionally bringing soft kisses towards your clit. you whined before he started to grow more feral, sucking and latching his tongue against your folds while still having two fingers stuffed inside your pussy.

your brain doesn’t even process you’re squirting before gojo lets off a, “oopsie,” the minute you squirt out on his fingers, the front tips of his fingers massage and toy and prod against that spot you always grew to know—and you moan at the way he easily stole a orgasm from you like that, within a single span of a minute.

“aw. you look like you just saw your life flash before your eyes, baby,” then he sits up to face you. both arms pressed around you before muttering in a teasing tone, “want a taste? open your mouth.”

and he gives you the most sloppiest kiss, shoving his tongue down your throat before grunting, you moan in his mouth. your legs wrapped around his slim waist before he squeezes a hand down on your pussy only to spank it roughly, breaking away for a bit before whispering, “good girl. now gimme one more. wanna see if i can do it within thirty seconds.”

CHOSO ☆ KAMO

“b-baby…you wanna do that?” choso mumbles, staring in awe as the both of you watched some random eight minute compilation of women squirting. he was staring intently, and then he only grew more flustered at picturing you like that. legs all spread, eyes rolled back and maybe your tongue stupidly lolled out. “um.. squirt?”

“yes…” you nodded, sitting on his lap. he throbbed behind you, still a bit tingly from his recent orgasm of fucking you.

you pressed against his back and his chin cutely rests against your shoulder. choso’s always been a bit inexperienced whenever it came to well, women. he’s had sex sure….but he doesn’t think he’s ever made a girl do this, this thing called squirting. not until you brought it up.

the more he watched it, the more he moaned to himself at imagining you being all messy like that.

“okay baby, i can do it,” he murmurs in a soft voice.

he brings a hand between your legs and pries it open just a bit, “lie back,” he moans, seeing your legs sprawl open slowly for him made him lick his lips, he was so hungry for you. you had the phone in your hand so he could watch, imitate the exact ways to make a woman squirt with ease and it was so cute how attentive he was. “s-stimulate the um…g-spot a little like this,” he mumbles to himself, and you moan once he slowly inserts two slender long fingers inside your pussy, you were so wet he lets off a cute, “o-oh….”

his eyes multitasked, turning its focus towards you and the screen that played the lewd video at the same time. “like that c-choso, please.”

“i’m doing a good job?” he says, and it’s almost into a form of a whine. all because he’s so desperate to hear your praise and approval, he feels his stomach flip in a good way at feeling you nod against his chest, affirming him to not stop. “okay, okay,” he mutters. “add a little um…p-pressure, consistent pressure until you feel a spongey like texture deep towards the clit.”

you moaned, his words matched his fingers, you tried to squeeze your thighs together but remembered you couldn’t because they were open.

your head rested back against his chest and with a right hand squeezing down onto his thigh, you felt your leg start to bounce. “m-more.”

“don’t wanna rush this baby,” he kisses the back of your forehead. a small pout going across your lips before he continues, pausing to hear the voice on the video that’s instructing speak.

he leans against your ear, strands of his hair poking against you before he murmurs. “bare against my fingers princess. squeeze down a little ‘n relax. can you do that?”

you choke out a moan once you obey his words, doing exactly what he says before you feel a sudden rush reaching out, you never felt this feeling before such a high you craved and chased you felt dizzy, a good kind of a dizzy.

“c-choso, ‘s coming, ‘s coming,” you moaned, your legs not able to hold themselves still. he has a perfect bowling ball grip with his fingers, stroking gently against you to where your mouth salivates with your own saliva.

“…fuck,” you sobbed, the warmth of him massaging his long fingers inside of you made you taste every number of tastebuds that resided on your tongue.

the moment you gush out and squirt, coating his fingers clean of your sheeny pretty slick, you flop back against his chest and you can ever hear a tiny gasp leave his lips. “w-wow,” he whispers in shock — with how much you squirted, he was so fascinated, growing more and more curious and it was adorable. “can you…can we do that again? please?”

LAWD I LOVE THIS SM

❝ 𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐄𝐌𝐎 𝐁𝐎𝐘! ❞

❝ COME ON, FUCK ME, EMO BOY!! ❞

✧ pairing: emo boy! choso kamo x f!reader ✧ summary: saw this boy at the mall last week. got the kind of look to make me freak. wanna fuck in the back of the hot topic? ✧ warnings: 18+, nsfw, so much smut, emo boy! choso, sex toys (vibrators, clit sucker), multiple orgasms, semi-exhibitionism, public sex (sex in the back of hot topic, sex in a changing room), fingering (f! receiving), oral (f! + m! receiving), big dick choso (but honey, that dick was 11 inches), also mahito + yuji make appearances, art by @/SS_utr3n. ✧ wc: 5.3K

It had been a while since you had stepped into a Hot Topic (a while meaning three days or three years, take your pick). But this had been the third time this week you had been to this specific Hot Topic, and now you were sure the manager of the place had your badly taken picture and description scrawled in some notebook as a potential shoplifter. 

But it wasn’t the merchandise you were looking to pick up. 

It was him. 

You saw him when you were browsing the clearance rack, knelt down, evaluating whether you needed another blind box item that will inevitably not contain the character you were looking for (but on the plus side, it was on sale?), when you heard a deep voice speak. 

“Excuse me,” you glance up as you spot him — and you swear your breath gets stuck somewhere between your windpipe and your lungs, because you don’t breathe while this man kneels down next to you to place more items on clearance. Spiky black locks tied up messily on either side, fringe bangs falling in front of his face as he bent down, a tattoo across the bridge of his nose and was that — dark purple eyeshadow around his eyes — and his eyes — god, his eyes were gorgeous, a deep dark brown — and you swore, was that a hint of purple in his irises? 

He was everything that your teen self had wanted — the same guys whose profiles you had looked at growing up and thought were so hot. You caught a glance at the My Chemical Romance t-shirt as he stood, in black jeans, as he catches you staring, “Can I help you find something?” His tone was casual, but he was curious — probably curious why you were staring at him with wide-eyed saucers. 

“No, no, sorry, I—” no, don’t tell the hot Hot topic worker that he is hot — first of all its confusing, second of all— “I just wanted to say, I like your t-shirt,” 

Fuck. out of all the things to say — I like your style, I like your fit, I like your hair — you had to pick the most generic ass comment. 

He only nods, but you catch the barest upward twitch of the corner of his lip, “thanks,” 

And that’s all it took — you now needed to see him smile. 

Over the next few days innocently shopping at Hot Topic, you find out his name is Choso from one of the other workers, Mahito, calling his name. His hair is usually in those buns, but one of the days his hair was down, and you heard him complain that his hair ties had snapped. 

And his hair looked so good down, his long inky locks fell past his shoulders, but this was your chance to talk to him — “i have some extra hair ties, if you want them,” you offer him a few hair ties, “I overheard you talking with the other worker, I hope you don’t mind,” 

And he shakes his head, his lips quirked in that almost smile that makes your heart squeeze. 

Fuck. 

“Not at all, thank you,’ and his fingers brush yours as he takes the hair ties, and you turn to leave, but his voice stops you, “what was your name? I didn’t catch it last time,” 

You tell him, smiling, “Your name is Choso, right? I saw it on your nametag,” and he’s biting his lip, tilting his head in question, as you flush, cheeks burning, “I’ve noticed you a couple times when I’ve come in— not in a weird way, I just—” 

“I’ve noticed you too,” and finally he’s smiling — and you know he’s got you, you know you’re fucked. 

And you do get fucked — in the back of Hot Topic during his break. 

It had been a few weeks of you two talking and flirting, until finally, during his break he’s got you snuck into the back to show you the merchandise they haven’t put out yet. And you scoff when you come across a bullet vibrator, “you guys sell these?” 

He shrugs, “They started to in the last few years, not a lot. They don’t want the parents to become too outraged, but just enough,” And you snort, turning the bullet over in your fingers curiously, “have you never used one before?” 

And your cheeks burn, as you bite your lip, “No I never have,” and the next question stumbles out as a joke, “why? Wanna help me learn?” And you want to bite your tongue, but you’re too busy with the foot in your mouth to do so, and before you can apologize he speaks. 

“I would,” 

And your eyes snap to his, and you realize how close he’s standing, his eyes not filled with humor but something else — lust? — and his lips curled in a small smile. 

Fuck. 

“You’re gonna have to be a little quieter, love,” he’s murmuring in your ear, pressing kisses to your neck, as you’re pressed between his firm chest and the metal storage rack, fingers laced as you held on, the vibration between your thighs the only thing ringing in your ears. 

But how can you be quiet? 

The bullet vibrator is pressed right against your clit, and his thick fingers are parting your folds, so close to sinking into you, his deep voice whispering in your ear, hot breath against your neck. 

And the coil in your stomach is only growing tighter and tighter, and your squeals only grow more and more insistent. His fingers sunk into your mouth, “suck,” he ordered, and your cunt twitches at the demand, as you do, sucking and licking messily on his fingers, “good girl,” 

And he clicks the button of the vibrator again, increasing the vibration, making your eyes widen, a gasp around his fingers, “so responsive,” he groans, as your legs grow weak, and he’s stepping forward to steady you, but it also settles his dick between your ass. 

He’s huge. 

The bulge presses into you, drawing a hiss from his lips as you lean back against it, “Trying to tease me, sweetheart?” And he’s pulling his fingers from his mouth, a string of spit connecting from his fingers to your lips, “don’t forget who’s teaching you,” and he sinks his spit soaked fingers into your needy cunt, making your back arch into his body, “so tight, despite the vibrator,” he hums.

“Choso, please—” and he starts to fuck his fingers in and out, the squelch of your cunt ringing in your ears mixing with the buzz of the vibrator — you’re already so close, “I'm—” 

“Cum for me,” he’s grunting, as his fingers reach even deeper inside you, dragging against your walls as he curls them, finding that one spot that has you seeing stars. And your moan as you cum is stifled against your own palm, as he only maxes out the vibration and fucks you through your orgasm, “one more for me, pretty, you can do it,” 

“No, no, Choso, please too much, can’t—” and he only presses sweet kisses to your neck, and how are you already close — you just had orgasmed, but the coil in your stomach is growing tighter by the second, and you’re nearly crying when you cum again, your slick dripping down his fingers and the vibrator as he eases it from you, and then splatters onto the dirty tile floor of the backroom of Hot Topic.

“Good girl,” he murmurs as he’s tilting your head back and around for a kiss. And you catch a glimpse of the glint of your release on his black painted nails as he presses the pads into your mouth, your tongue swirling around his digits and sucking them clean, “that’s it, clean up your mess f’me,” and his other hand is wiping the tears from your eyes, “so pretty when you cry — can’t wait to make you do it again.”

Your cunt twitches at the thought, your cum still dripping down your thighs, “Again?” and he’s pressing another sinful kiss to your lips, “You didn’t think this would be our only lesson, did you?” 

And it wasn’t — the next lesson was spent in the fitting rooms, during a particular dead early afternoon in the store — and he had you spread on the fitting room bench, your black jeans pulled down to your ankles, as his head found its way between your thighs. You could barely hold back your whimpers as he pressed all too hot kisses to the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, burning already with his warm breath. It was too much. 

He was too much. 

“How’s that feel?” dark eyes flicking up to meet yours, half lidded with lust, as he watches your panting face, your head against the wall of the fitting room, “use your words, love,” 

“Too good, Cho-so,” the last syllable of his names escapes your lips in a gasp, as your cunt twitches as his lithe fingers tease you through the soaked material of your panties, “please, please, need you,” 

“What do you need?” and his fingers pull away, as his lips press a kiss to your puffy clit, pulling a whine from you, “what do you want me to do?” 

“Please, just—” and he’s tugging your panties aside, cool air rushing over your all too hot pussy, “please just touch me — with your fingers or mouth—” 

And his tongue drags over your messy cunt, and god, it feels too good — but a twinge makes you pause, and when you feel it draw a circle around your clit, you realize what it is — he has a tongue piercing. Your fingers thread their way in his black locks, resisting the urge to grab at his hair buns. 

He grunts, vibrations against your wet cunt, as you pull him impossibly closer to where you needed him most, his nose bumping against your clit, “you smell so good — how’s that possible?” and your eyes squeeze shut as his hands press your thighs further apart. 

That’s when you both hear the click of the entrance, and the door swinging shut — shit, the door — he forgot to lock it. Forgot when you had pulled him into a kiss right when he was ready to take a lunch break, all other thoughts had flown out of his brain once he let those doors swing shut and your lips had met his — well, left his brain and flooded southward. He also didn’t think a customer would be persistent enough to try the door and wander in when the doors were shut and the closed sign was hung up. 

“Choso, should we—” and the footsteps draw closer — and fuck — did you get wetter? And tighter — his moan is muffled against your walls, “Choso, stop, we—” 

“You don’t mean that,” he whispers, dark, half lidded eyes look up at you, your essence and his spit soaking his lips and dripping down his chin. And the footsteps are receding, the sounds of the shuffling and clinking of clothes hangers on racks in the distance, but all you can hear are the sounds of the wet, needy squelch of your cunt, “you aren’t being honest — but you are down here,” and his lips find your clit, sucking lightly, making your head jerk back, “want them to know how good I make you feel,” his lips leave your clit with a small pop, before murmuring against the soft skin of your thigh, “be quiet for me, baby,” and his tongue slips back into your cunt. 

He’s nearly slurping your juices up, his tongue tasting every inch of you, deliciously dragging against your twitching walls with his piercing, as your toes curl and your mouth parts in a muffled moan, one hand clamped over your mouth, and the other digging into his scalp. How could the person not hear you? How couldn’t they hear the wet squelch of your cunt as Choso fucked it with his tongue? How couldn’t they hear your badly swallowed moans and the sounds of your heart pounding out of your chest — and if they did, they certainly didn’t care enough to stop browsing through the fucking store. 

And you’re close, so fucking close, and you don’t hear the footsteps drawing close to the fitting rooms because your ears only can hear the wet suck of his mouth against your clit or the press of his tongue in and out of your folds, your thighs twitching under his grasp, fingers pressed into your flesh, “Choso, I’m so—” 

“Cum f’me, need to feel you cum around my tongue,” he sucks on your clit hard, teeth grazing the sensitive spot, and you cum, hard, your hand forsaking your lips to find purchase on his head, squirting all over his face as you did, soaking him along with the bench of the fitting room. And you can’t help the whimpers and moans that left your lips, as he lapped up your release without a care. 

And you slump against the wall of the fitting room, body still buzzing from your orgasm, as he finally pulls his tongue out, glancing up at you. Your chest heaves as you watch him lick your cum from his lips and chin, before wiping the rest away, and your eyes drift downward to the erection he was palming. And your fingers unconsciously reach for it, when your hear a door slam shut making your both jump. 

You cover your mouth — the customer, and Choso’s eyes meets yours, as the two of you break out in a laugh, “Fucking lock the door next time,” you sigh, covering your burning face with your hands, as Choso chuckles, lips curled in a smile.

“So there’s going to be a next time?” he tilts his head, and you flush. 

How could he go from eating you out like a desperate man without water to this innocent puppy? “Not if you don’t lock the door,” 

“It’s their fault for coming in when the doors were closed and there was a sign that said closed in big letters on the door,” and you shake your head, as he draws closer, “now, I have twenty minutes of lunch left — so where were we?” 

And you push him towards the changing room door, “Go lock the door first,” and he relents, chuckling. 

“Just for that, I’m going to look for the clit sucker I couldn’t find before.” 

~~~~

The two of you had fallen into a pattern. 

And you had become a regular at Hot Topic. You hung around him as he stocked the shelves, did inventory, price re-labeling, and even as he spoke to customers. You watched other customers speak to Choso, even flirt with him, but he never cracked a smile. Two girls were very persistent, but they deflated as he walked away after answering their questions, brushing past you, his hand brushing against your ass discreetly. Heat rushes to your cheeks, your head snapping to him as his lips curl when your eyes catch his gaze. But even so…

You still were just as clueless of where you stood with him as you were when this started. 

“You two have been pretty hot and heavy lately, huh?” you nearly jump out of your skin, as Mahito smiles knowingly at you, leaning against the counter with a shiteating grin. 

“What are you—” 

“Please, like we don’t know what goes on in the back during breaks?” he raises an eyebrow, as you bite your lip, “plus, never have I seen that gloomy guy smile, much less as much he does with you,” 

“Really?” your eyes find him again, as he crouches and lines up blind boxes on one of the shelves — but you can’t help the nagging question circling in the back of your mind — why hasn’t he asked you out yet? The two of you have hooked up, in and out of the store, but he still hadn’t asked you on a date. Even in the last few weeks, the two of you hadn’t even spent any real time together, except for your visits to the store -- he hasn't even taken you into the back. For all you know, you’re one of many people he’s bedding. Even if he doesn’t seem the type. 

“What? Trouble in paradise?” Mahito pulls you from your thoughts, head tilted and all too eager, “what’s wrong?” 

“No, it’s—“ he cuts you off with a look, and you relent with a slight pout, “he just hasn’t asked me out yet, I’m just wondering what he’s thinking—“ 

“Well, I definitely don’t think he’s seeing anyone else,” he hums, “but he does tend to go straight home a lot when you’re not around. Maybe something is going on at home?” And then he’s pushing you towards him, “no time like the present to find out,” 

“Mahito—“ 

“Choso! How about you and your favorite regular go for a quick walk and get us some drinks from the food court?” He grins, offering some money,  “be a doll, won’t you?” 

Choso sighs, “Fine,” and he brushes past you, taking the cash, before glancing back at you, “you coming?” 

You glance between the two of them, before following him out of the store. You both walk in relative silence, slipping past customers, as you reach the food court. Choso orders, paying with the cash Mahito gave, as he passes you one of the drinks, “Choso, can I ask you something?” 

His eyes slide to you, “Of course,” and god, his eyes stop your thoughts in their tracks — he’s so unfairly gorgeous, funny, sweet — you didn’t want to screw this up. You open your mouth to speak when you hear a voice. 

“Big bro, that you?” A rush of pink hair and energy is wrapped around Choso all of a sudden, “I didn’t think you got off until later,” it’s a teen boy, maybe fifteen or sixteen, his arm wrapped around Choso, and a varsity jacket on — this was Choso’s brother?

Choso cracked his rare smile, “I don’t get off until later, Yuji, but I came to grab a drink for Mahito,” and Yuji’s gaze slides to you. 

“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t see you there,” he smiles a thousand watt smile, “I’m Yuji Itadori, Choso’s brother,” and he’s glancing between you and his brother, before his mouth falls into an ‘o,’ “are you his girlfriend?” 

“Yuji—“ Choso starts, a hint of a blush across his cheeks, as you stifle a laugh, “I thought you said you were going to study at home with Fushiguro.” 

“I wanted to see you when your shift got off — I thought we could have dinner together,” Yuji pouts, and Choso cracks in an instant, his lips curling. 

This boy had his brother wrapped around his finger. 

“Ok, but don’t goof off. Make sure to study,” and Yuji nods. 

“Nice to meet you,” and he leans in to whisper, “treat my brother good, ok?” And you flush, before nodding, as Choso raises an eyebrow, out of earshot. 

“I will,” 

“Cho, tell Mahito to fuck off for me,” and he’s off again, gone as fast as he came.

“Sorry about that,” Choso sighs, still a smile on his lips as he watches his brother in the distance, claiming one of the food court tables for himself and his friend, as he sits down next to a black haired boy, assumedly Fushiguro, “didn’t know Yuji would be here,” 

“I didn’t know you had a brother,” and he bites his lip. 

“It’s relatively new — we’re half brothers, but he just came back into my life. He doesn’t really have any other biological family. His grandfather just passed, and he’s staying with a teacher whose decided to foster him,” the two of you begin to walk back to the store, his gaze fixed downwards at the tacky mall carpeting, “he’s been staying with me for the last few weeks, while his foster father went on a vacation to Malaysia,” 

And now the pieces were clicking into place, “And that’s why you’ve been going home a lot lately,” and his dark eyes find yours with a tilt of his head, “I mean, you just haven’t had a lot of time lately,” you can’t meet his gaze, “it must be a lot to have a teenager staying with you.” 

“Yeah, he eats everything in the house, and he’s staying in my living room, which leaves little in the way of privacy,” and you can still feel the prickle of his gaze on you, “but I could use a break,” and you finally look and see a soft expression on his face, the same insecurity you had reflected in his gaze. 

No time like the present, right?

“Well, should we maybe go on a date?” and his cheeks flush a pretty red, all the way to the tips of his ears, “we’ve done plenty of other things that a couple would do, like—” 

And he’s shaking his head, “I know, I know!” he’s the one who can’t meet your eyes now, chewing his lip, “I’d like that — I get off my shift tonight at eight, I told Yuji we’d hang out, but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind postponing—” 

“We can always do it tomorrow, I don’t want to keep you from your brother,” and his lips curl into a smile, “he’s a good kid,” 

“He is,” and his fingers find yours again, “I can tell Mahito that I’ll lock up tonight, and maybe after I do, we could—” 

“Have another lesson?” 

And eight o’clock rolls around far too slow, but Choso definitely isn’t moving slow when it’s only the two of you. 

He’s pulling you into the back again, the door swinging shut behind the two of you, his fingers tight around your wrists as he’s pulling you into a bruising kiss, forcing your lips to part with a gasp, his tongue flicking against yours. The smooth surface of his piercing grazes against your tongue. 

And his fingers find the back of your neck, deepening the kiss impossibly, as his other hand slips down the curves of your body, pulling you against him, his clothed cock brushing against your aching cunt. 

Fuck. You had almost forgotten how big he was. 

And when you hear the zipper of his black jeans, you nearly melt against him, “Choso, please—” 

“I have to get you ready first, love,” his fingers find their way to the front of your jeans and undo the button, tugging the fabric down to your ankles. Cool air raises goosebumps across your skin, the pads of his fingers press against the wet patch of your panties, and he’s groaning, “but maybe I don’t,” 

“Fuck, so wet for me, aren’t you?” he murmurs, as he’s walking you backwards, into one of the racks, his fingers press into the soft flesh of your thighs. And two fingers hook around the waistband of your underwear, joining your jeans, pooling around your ankles, “nearly ready now, but I still have to loosen you up,” his fingers tease your outer lips, dripping with your release. 

One of his finger’s slips in with practiced ease, making your hips jolt against his hand, your fingers curling around the metal bars of the rack in front of you. His finger was so much thicker and longer than yours, his digit toyed with your walls, teasing and stretching until he drew a soft groan from your lips. He was the only one who could make you this desperate, his lips pressed against your neck, the heat from his body has your mind reeling with pleasure. 

“Mmm, Choso, more—" and he’s adding another finger inside your still all too tight entrance, making you whimper, as the intrusion is all too much after a few weeks of not having him inside you. 

“So greedy,” he murmurs, the wet squelch of your cunt ringing in your ears, “you’re practically sucking me in, but it’s still not enough for you, is it?” his tongue drags against the outer shell of your ear, his piercing against your skin, before his mouth envelops your earlobe and sucks. 

His fingers are fucking you open, your eyes screwed shut as the tips brush against that spot, heat flooding your body. And you don’t hear the shuffling of his other hand through a box, until you hear the sound of sucking, “Choso—“ and he’s pressing the sucker against your clit, your mouth falling open as pleasure rips up your spine, the sucking sensation with the lewd noises of your pussy being finger fucked is too much. 

You cum all over his hand, your hand clamping over your mouth so no one hears your moans — and your legs quake as you come down from your high, as he eases his fingers from you, “so pretty,” he murmurs, and you can feel his dark, lidded eyes on your drenched cunt, watching your sticky release cling to his fingers, purple painted nails glinting in the low light. 

And he’s leaning forward, kissing down your back, as he turns you around gently, so your back is pressed against the rack. You kick off your underwear and pants. You’re still panting, chest rising and falling as his fingers press to your chin, lifting it so you meet his gaze, as he sucks his fingers clean of your cum. Heat pools again, as his fingers undo the leather belt and he’s tugging his jeans and black boxers down to his knees, his erection springs out, slapping against his stomach. 

Your mouth runs dry. 

Fuck, he’s even bigger than you thought. 

Ten inches? No, maybe eleven. How was that even possible? That shit would break you — but fuck — your cunt twitches — you kind of want it to break you. 

“Like what you see, Princess?” you lick your lips in response, and in a trance, your fingers are reaching for him, curling around the base before you slowly start to pump him. You’re rewarded with a moan, a noise that goes straight to your cunt, as your fingers move faster, trying to find the right rhythm. Pre-cum leaks from the top, as you tease his tip, before stroking back up the length of it. 

And he’s a beautiful mess, his pale features flushed a gorgeous red, as he presses his hand against his mouth so his moans wouldn’t resonate. And his pre-cum drips all over your fingers, slipping down your wrist even, as you lean forward to lick it off your own skin, while you meet his gaze. 

His head lolls back, eyes screwed shut now, and your fingers drift to his sack, stroking and teasing while your lips find the tip, sucking lightly before your tongue drags over the length of his cock. And god, he’s going to blow his load now, if you keep doing that, from the way his hips rock against your touch. 

His fingers weave into your hair, nails digging into your scalp, “Baby, ngh, it’s too good—fuck—” he’s so close, twitching in your mouth as you suck him from tip to base, tracing his slit with the tip of your tongue, “shit, I can’t—” and you suck hard on his cock, massaging his balls, and he’s gone — he’s pumping his cock into your mouth as his cum spurts down your throat, as you swallow it all too greedily. You pull away with a pop, a string of cum and saliva connecting you to his dick still, before you wipe it away. 

He’s leaning against the rack, chest heaving as he watches you with lust blown out eyes, sweat sheen on his face, “Haa, baby, s’good f’me,” and somehow he’s still hard, as you rise to your feet, thighs pressed together, your eyes fixed on his cock, “you don’t have to—” 

And he’s still so sweet — his eyebrows knit together as he’s examining you with concern, but you’re only shaking your head, as you press a sweet kiss to his lips, “I need you, Choso, please,” and he’s nodding, lips meeting yours in a heady kiss that steals your breath, and he’s made you brace yourself against the rack, fingers curled around the cool metal. 

Your folds are exposed to him, slick and dripping, even wetter than before, “You liked sucking me off that much, love?” he murmurs, kissing your neck, before he’s dragging the tip of his cock against your needy cunt, “I’ll go slow,” he assures you, as you nod. 

He’s sinking into you inch by inch — and not even halfway, you already feel like you’re ready to burst, “So big, Choso, I—” and he’s murmuring quiet reassurances, as he’s parting your folds, the pain drawing a gasp from your lips, as he finally bottoms out. 

“S’good, baby, so tight,” he’s moaning, You’re taking deep breaths, pain ebbing with each second that passes. Choso pressing sweet kisses to your neck, his hands slipping under your shirt to tease your perked nipples, mixing pain with pleasure. Tears burn at your tear ducts, as you breathe shaky breaths, and finally pain ebbs away, and pleasure grows in its place.

“S’full, so big,” you pant, growing more needy by the second, he’s reaching places you’d only dreamt of — his leaking tip kissing your cervix, “move, p-please—ah!” 

And he does as you say, pulling ever so slowly out before pushing back in, grunting as he does as your tight cunt adjusts to his size and length — bullying your insides in a way no toy could ever compare to. You swear you can feel every inch, every curve, every vein as he rocks into you. 

“So pretty f’me,” he’s moaning, stifled by his bitten lip, as your walls only seem to pull him back deeper each time he pulls out,  “so perfect, take me so well,” he’s murmuring, as he teases your tits between his thumb and forefinger, “pretty cunt made just for me, isn’t that right, Princess?” 

“Yes, yes, Choso,” and his pace only grows faster, just as his groans grow louder. 

“No one else can fuck you like this, make you feel this good, can’t wait to feel you cummin’ around me,” he’s panting, his fingers tweaking your nipples, squeezing, as he fucks you deeper and deeper, his tip hitting your cervix deliciously again and again, “feels s’good, so wet and warm for me—” his hand comes down on your ass now, making you gasp, your cunt squeezing around him. 

Drool slips from your mouth, as you get closer and closer to cumming — the telltale flutter of your walls, “Choso, I’m coming, I can’t—” 

“Cum for me, let me fill you up,” and his fingers reach around to press a vibrator to your clit, and you’re cumming, falling apart on his cock, as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. The squelch of your cunt and the way you squeeze him has him falling apart, spurting and painting your walls. 

The two of you slump forward, your legs nearly buckling, as you cling to the rack, before he’s easing both of you back onto a bench in the stock room. Your quiet pants fill the silence of the room, as he eases himself out, groaning as you both watch your mixed releases leak out of your cunt. 

“I don’t think I can walk after that,” and he chuckles in your ear, pressing a kiss to your neck. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll carry you,” and you laugh, his favorite noise in the world, as you slowly turn, making him groan as your soaked pussy grinds against his dick. 

“So then you can lift me up when I drop it?” your lips are curled in that same smile that had him hypnotized from the moment he saw it, and he can only reply with a bruising kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth, as you sunk yourself onto his dick again. 

God. He needed to buy you tickets to Warped Tour. 

~~~

The next time you show up to Hot Topic, you weren’t showing up to buy any merchandise. 

“Hey emo boy!” you call out, making Choso turn with a smile on his lips — the one especially reserved for you. 

“Hi baby,” he murmurs, kissing you softly, his arm around your waist, “I’m almost done. I just have to punch out.” 

You lean in, words whispered against his ear, “And then you’re gonna come fuck me?” 

You were picking up your boyfriend. 

He smiles, wrapping an arm around your waist, before kissing you again, “You know I will.” 

note: i couldn't find who made this incredible art that i used after searching and searching, so if anyone knows, please let me know so i can credit them above in the description. this fic has been a long time coming since that silly blurb i wrote after watching one too many thirst edits of choso. edit: i found the artist: its @/SS_utr3n on twt!!!

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