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"All we need is love, dreams, and Stray Kids." 07'

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Hey guys! I'm really slow at writing long form works so I was curious if you guys would want me to post more blurbs like Stargirl Interlude in between long works?

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Sucker Punch.

Summary: The boy who was always knocked out on your front porch decided it was finally time to give you a proper fucking after all the times you've cared for him.

Wc: 1.7k.

Genre: Smut, mdni.

Chris wasn’t someone who you’d expected in your life. One morning you woke up and there he was, collapsed on your doormat, head laying on the wall next to your apartment door. Come to find out, he actually lives a few doors down from you. He was coming home from some underground boxing match and couldn’t even make it to his door. It was now a common occurrence, every Sunday morning he’d be laying at your doorstep, asleep — expecting you to take care of his wounds. You being the kind person you were, you couldn’t help yourself. You would invite him in, sit him on your bathroom counter while you carefully iced his bruises and disinfected the small cuts he had. Conversation was blunt between the two of you, tension was high. Chris was almost holding his breath all the time and you couldn't help but have shaky hands as you cleaned his cuts with antiseptic.

Today was no different. It was Sunday morning, seven a.m. You’d been waking up earlier on Sundays, afraid of letting Chris sleep on your door mat for too long. You slid on a pair of slippers, walking yourself to the front door. You opened the door and peeked out to see Chris in his normal spot. You stepped out of the apartment, slightly closing the door behind you.

“Chris? Wake up.” You murmured, bending down a little to slightly push at his shoulder. He let out a deep groan, slightly shifting.

“Sweetheart? That you?” He voiced out in a deep, groggy, tone. Chris had developed this habit of calling you with the term of endearment. It was sweet but it felt so bitter to you. 

“Yes, it’s me Chris.” You huffed out, annoyance imminent in your voice. “Now get up, I’m sure your cuts and bruises can’t be any worse than they were last time.” You spoke, sarcasm glazing your voice. 

Chris let out a deep groan as his eyes fluttered open. He used the doorframe to support him as he got up. He towered over you by a couple inches, his dark brown eyes boring into yours. You grabbed his calloused hand, carefully leading him into the apartment. Chris looked around, taking in the familiar surroundings. He followed you to the bathroom, sitting down on the counter. 

“Alright Chris, take off your shirt.” You instructed as you got bandages and antiseptic cleaner from under your counter. 

Once Chris had his shirt off you began to look at his torso, a hand carefully placed on his shoulder as you did so. Your hands carefully ran over his chest and back, grazing over various bruises and cuts. He let out a hiss as your finger slid over an extremely sensitive bruise.

“Chris, you okay?” You asked quietly, pausing your movements. Chris nodded, looking up to meet your eyes.

“Yeah I’m okay.” He grunted out under his breath.

You continued your movements, before turning to grab a small cotton pad and the antiseptic, carefully pouring the liquid onto the cotton pad.

“Alright Chris, this will probably burn a little. You know the drill.” You murmured.

He took a deep breath in as you moved your hand to gently rub the cotton over the cuts on his torso. You then grabbed his chin in between your thumb and pointer finger, tilting his head towards you. You brought your hand up to disinfect the small cuts on his face — one by his lip, another on his cheek, and one right by his eye. You hadn’t expected his gaze to be so predatory, you could feel his eyes roaming over your face as you worked.

“Sweetheart…” He spoke in a low voice, eyes still on your face. You paused your movements.

“Yes, Chris?” You acknowledged him, voice slightly higher pitched out of nervousness. 

“You look pretty like this.” He smiled a little, his hands drifting down to rest on your hips. He pulled you in between his legs. You froze.

“Chris…” You whispered. “What are you doing?” Your eyes were wide.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, a little sugar doesn’t hurt.” He whispered, grabbing the cotton pad from your hand and placing it down on the counter. Your breath hitched. 

He then grabbed your hand, pressing a chaste kiss to the back of your palm, then your wrist, then trailing up your arm before spinning you around. Chris had you sat on one of his thighs, face inches from yours. 

“This okay, sweetheart?” He asked in a raspy voice, his breath hot on your neck. You nodded, looking over his face.

Chris leaned closer, lips just barely grazing against yours. He then kissed you, carefully enveloping your top lip in between his two. His hands roamed your body — sliding over your hips, waist, and back. The room was silent, all you could hear was the soft purr of the air conditioning and heavy breathing. You pulled back, looking him in the eyes — a flustered look on your face. In reality this romantic tension was only making the heat between your thighs grow. Chris only stared back at you, thumbs rubbing shallow circles into your hips. He was waiting for some type of reassurance, some type of indicator that this was okay, that he could continue.

“Baby?” Chris spoke in a quiet voice, softer than his usual tone. “Are you okay? Is this okay?”

You nodded, leaning in to envelope his lips again. His fingers dug deeper into your hips, leaving red marks on your soft skin — a stark contrast to his calloused hands. Chris’s hands moved to slide under the hem of your shirt, his cold hands brushing against the warm skin of your belly and sides. He pulled back, breathless, lips red.

“Come on, baby, let’s go to your bed. It will be more comfortable.” He spoke in a gentle tone, hopping off the counter. Chris grabbed your hand, leading you towards your bedroom which was only a few steps away. He gently laid you down on the bed. “Can I take this off?” He asked, toying with the hem of your shirt. You nodded, helping him slide you out of the shirt. 

Chris’s eyes roamed over your now bare torso, staring at your tits for a more than necessary amount of time. “Baby, you’re so fuckin’ pretty.” He muttered under his breath. “Do you have protection here?” Chris looked around the room, pulling open your bedside drawer. To his surprise there was no protection in your drawer — no condoms or birth control. “Huh, no protection? Dirty girl.” He teased, voice getting a bit deeper. He turned back to the bed, before sliding off his shorts, leaving him in only his light grey boxers. You could see his bulge poking out of his boxers, it was big — prominent.

Chris brought his hands to slide your pajamas shorts off, revealing your hips and the rest of your thighs to his view. He took a moment to admire the light pink lacy panties you were wearing. “Fuck, Honey. Can’t wait to fuck your pretty little pussy.” He whispered in your ear. His hands rested on your hips, thumbs gently dipping inside the waistband of your panties. 

Chris then carefully slid your panties down your legs, throwing them off somewhere to the side of the room. “You sure this is okay, Honey?” He asked, checking in with you one more time.

“Please, Chris, just do it already.” You gazed up at him with those “fuck me” eyes. 

Chris let out a shaky breath. “Fuck, Baby, you cant just gaze at me like that and not expect me not to fuck you numb.” He quickly shoved his boxers down, his cock was long — one noticeable vein down the side, the tip was a pretty coral pink.

Chris pulled you closer to him, placing your legs on his shoulders. He slid his cock through your folds, spreading his pre-cum all over you. He lined himself up with you before slowly sinking into you. You let out a gasp as his thick length plunged deeper into you. Chris was big — bigger than he looked to the eye.

“You okay, sweet girl?” He hummed out quietly, stilling for a moment to let you adjust to him.

“Yeah, Chris. It just fills me up so good.” You breathed out. It wasn’t a lie either, he filled you up perfectly; tip just barely kissing your cervix.

Chris looked into your eyes one last time for confirmation before starting to resume his movements. “Fuck, Honey. Your little pussy is so tight and so perfect." He praised.

Your back arched, pussy clenching around him. His hips relentlessly slammed against your ass as he plowed into you. Chris was making you see stars, legs slightly trembling against his shoulders.

“Chris… I’m gonna cum.” You whined loudly. 

“Fuck, Baby. That fast?” He grunted out, still slamming into you. 

You nodded, wrapping your legs around his waist. You could feel your core tighten as his cock slid in and out of you. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as your orgasm came crashing over you. A loud string of whines left your lips as Chris continued to fuck you through your climax. Chris pulled out with a deep moan before hot spurts of cum landed across your stomach. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up, Sweetie.” He murmured, rolling over to get up.

Chris walked to your bathroom to grab a cloth from under the counter, before wetting it with warm water. A few moments later he came back to the room, gently wiping down your stomach, thighs, and in between your legs.

“There we go, Honey.” He whispered, helping you sit up.

Chris got you dressed before going to grab his own clothing. After slipping back into his clothes he walked towards the front door.

“Thanks, Sweetheart!” He called out before opening the door.

“Wait!” You walked towards the door to press a kiss to his cheek. “You’ll be back next Sunday?" You grinned.

“You know it, Love.” He smiled, patting your head before letting himself out.

You watched as the door shut behind him, a somber smile on your face. Never in a hundred years did you think this is how things would turn out.

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After Hours.

Summary: You stayed after hours in the office to get some work done but your boss had other plans.

Wc: 1.9k.

Genre: Smut, mdni.

You were tired and slightly annoyed. You had ended up working after hours due to a large editorial project you were tasked with. Of course you could’ve worked from home but there would’ve been more distractions. Staying at the office was your best bet, it was quiet, you could only hear the air conditioning. All of the other employees were gone besides one, your boss.

Christopher was quiet, reserved, and respectful the majority of the time. It took a lot to get on his nerves. It just so happens that today was one of the days that another employee had made him mad. He had kept himself in his office, trying not to yell at anyone that didn’t deserve to be yelled at. That was his way of calming down — staying away from everyone. He didn’t dare to emerge until all of his employees were gone. Yet, that wasn’t going to stop you from visiting him.

You finished your editorial, loading it onto a labeled flash drive. You then took a deep breath, gathering yourself and walking to his office, planting a gentle knock on the door. A few shuffling sounds came from the crack under his office door before you heard his voice.

“Come in.” Christopher shouted in a hushed tone, he didn’t need to use a lot of voice considering you could hear a pen drop in the office building.

You carefully opened the door, shutting it behind you before walking to his desk with a soft smile on your face. You sat down in one of the chairs facing him, handing the flash drive to him.

“I finished the editorial you asked for. You can read over it and if there’s any issues or errors then I’d be more than happy to fix them.” You spoke quietly, looking him in the eyes. He was silent for a moment before giving you a small hum of acknowledgement.

“Well done, you finished it all in one day.” He spoke in a velvety voice. Christopher toyed with the flash drive in his hand before looking back up at you, letting out a small sigh. “Y’know… You’re one of my best employees, I really appreciate your effort. You don’t make me mad unlike some other people.” He spoke quietly, a small smirk on his face.

All you could do was stare him in the eyes. You could feel the tension rising, the office started to feel like it was heating up and closing in. It felt intimate, erotic almost. All the shitty smut you had read in your free time was not helping your train of thought. It wasn’t right to be having thoughts of your boss bending you over his desk and fucking you dumb. You two were left staring at each other, your breath was shaky. 

“Darling, you look a little nervous. Do I intimidate you by chance?” He asked quietly, looking you up and down.

You pressed your thighs together, shaking your head, “No sir, it’s just a little… stuffy in here?” You mumbled hesitantly. You watched him reach for the remote to a small fan in the corner of the room.

“Well, that can be fixed easily.” He turned on the fan, looking back up at you. “We can also fix your other little issue.” He smirked.

Your eyes widened in shock, clearly bewildered. His eyes roamed over your thighs and it clicked. Christopher had realized you weren’t intimidated, but aroused. He reached across the desk, grabbing your hand and gently began to rub circles on the back of your palm with his thumb. You couldn’t even deny that you wanted him to fuck the life out of you right here in his office.

“Besides, I do need a little outlet to get rid of my stress.” He whispered over the soft whir of the fan. His voice was velvety and seductive. All you could do was sit in the chair and blush as he stared you down.

He let go of your hand, getting up and carefully pulling you out of the chair you were sitting in. Christopher then walked you over to his side of the desk, prompting you to get on your knees under his desk. You sank to your knees as he sat down in his office chair. He looked down at you, letting out a sigh.

“You know what to do, darling. Go ahead.” His voice was taunting, his gaze wasn’t helping either.

You reached up, hands sliding over his thighs gently. Your hands were shaky. His bulge was slightly poking out of the tight dress pants. You let out a shaky breath, carefully unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. Christopher reached down, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. You looked up for confirmation to which he nodded. He pulled his cock out of his boxers giving himself a slow stroke. You leaned down pressing a small kiss to the tip of his cock. He wasn’t exactly soft, nor hard. Christopher’s cock was pretty — long, not too thick, with a rosy red tip. He let out a deep and guttural moan. You then began to lick a stripe up the bottom side of his cock, he felt heavy on your tongue. You began to bob your head up and down, taking him deeper into your throat each time. He let out a groan, running a hand through his hair.

“Such a good fucking girl…” He spoke quietly. Christopher’s voice came out  strained. His breathing getting heavy with each bob of your head. Eventually you pulled back, looking up at him before kitten licking his tip and swirling your tongue around him. “Don’t tease me if you know what's good for you.” His voice was low and raspy.

You sat up a little, twirling your hair around your finger. “And what happens if I tease you?” You asked in an innocent, but knowing tone.

Christopher just smirked, getting up and opening his desk drawer. He grabbed a condom, peeling open the packaging and rolling it onto his cock. He pulled you off of the ground, turned you around and bent you over his desk. He pushed up your skirt so it bunched up around your hips, now showing off your soaking wet panties.

“Look at this, my sweet little employee is all wet and worked up for me.” He cooed in the most cocky tone you had ever heard, like some type of entitled rich person.

Christopher slid your panties to the side, reaching between your legs to circle your clit with his middle and pointer finger. You let out a loud and high pitched moan as he touched your throbbing clit.

“Stop moaning like some cheap slut.” He spoke harshly, landing a slap to your clit. You whined in pain. “Aw, did that hurt you or did you like it?” He asked in a mocking tone. You nodded. “Words, darling.” He spoke.

“Felt good.” You murmured in a broken voice. Christopher hummed, he seemed to be content with your answer.

“Gonna fuck this little cunt so good…” He leaned forward, whispering into your ear.

He then guided his cock towards your slit, rubbing the tip over your dripping folds, circling your clit. You let out a low moan at the friction. He then pulled back for a moment to reach under your shirt from behind you and cup your tits, gently brushing the pads of his calloused fingers over your nipples. Christopher then leaned closer to you again, pushing his cock into your cunt, stretching you out wide.

“Good girl, taking it so good.” He purred, pushing into you inch by inch. He let out a groan as your cunt tightened around him. “Fuck, your cunt is so tight, darling.” He growled in your ear.

You moaned quietly, gripping onto the edge of the desk. Christopher’s hands snuck around your waist, holding you steady. Your legs threatened to fall from beneath you, shaking.

“Darling, you’re doing so good… just a little bit longer and I promise you’ll feel so good, yeah?” He spoke quietly, his tone a bit more docile.

Christopher continued to thrust into you from behind, trying to be careful. He sped up his pace, slamming into you faster and deeper than previously. His cock slid against all the gummy spots inside of you, his tip almost hitting your cervix. You could hear him groaning behind you as his breathing laboured. Christopher’s thrusts began to slow, getting a bit sloppier, messy even.

“Gonna come darling…” He let out a muffled whine into your shoulder as he shot his load into the thin rubber separating you and him. He continued to push into you even through his own orgasm. “You didn’t get to come? Don’t worry darling, I’m gonna make sure you do.” His voice was menacing, like he had intent to destroy you.

You could only whine pathetically as Christopher sped up his pace again, slamming into you relentlessly. The edge of the desk was pressing into your stomach, enough to cause pain — a pleasurable amount. Christopher gently rubbed his hands up and down your sides, slowing his pace.

“Come, darling. It’s okay.” He spoke quietly, pressing a kiss to your nape. He reached in front of you, cupping your tits and gently rolling your buds between his thumb and pointer finger.

You were so senseless, you could barely tell what was happening. Your eyes closed, legs barely holding you up. With one last thrust from him, you came — a whine uttering from your lips. Christopher slowly pulled out of you, holding your hips to stable you.

“You did so good, darling. Did you feel good? Getting fucked like my good little employee…” He mumbled the last of his words, almost like a secret or fantasy he was keeping to himself. You nodded, still trying to catch your breath. He discarded the condom, tying it up and throwing it into the trashcan next to his desk.

Christopher then grabbed some tissues, trying to clean you up to the best of what he could. He pulled up his own boxers and pants before adjusting your panties and skirt to the way they were before. He then sat down in his office chair, pulling you into his lap. Christopher smiled at you, gently brushing a few strands of your hair out of your face.

“You did really well, darling. I’m glad you let me make you feel good.” He spoke in a gentle tone, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “We don’t mention any of this at work tomorrow, okay?”

You nodded, eyes still closed, laying your head against his shoulder. Christopher then got up, sitting you down in his chair.

“You stay here, I’ll go get your stuff and then walk you to your car.” He walked out of his office, going to your cubicle to gather your laptop, journal, and water bottle. He came back with your bag. “Alright, let's go darling.” He handed you your bag, helping you up.

He placed his hand around your waist, guiding you towards the office exit. Once you got to your car, he opened your door for you, helping you sit down. Christopher smiled at you, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead.

“Tonight was great darling, we should do it again sometime.” He smiled before walking off. Christopher didn’t get far before turning back around. “Also, I’d love to take you out for real some time.” He gave you a small salute before walking off, leaving you to drive home and process the night.

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Stargirl, Interlude.

Summary: You and Hyunjin have an argument but he doesn't fail to make up for it.

Wc: 386.

Genre: Smut, mdni.

You and Hyunjin never argued much, when you did it was like the stars had collided and the world stopped. Everything was silent. When it came down to forgiveness, it was a deep emotional pain. You two couldn’t help but to fuck the feelings away.

Hyunjin had always liked that sheer little black slip you had bought from Victoria’s Secret ages ago. It was also his favorite way that you forgave him. You would always come around in that little dress at ten at night when he was still upset, and god, he couldn’t resist it. He just had to sit you on the counter and spread your plush thighs while he licked at your clit.

Here you were, laid back on the chilled granite countertops in your kitchen, a stark contrast to the heat between your thighs. Hair rustled, dazed, and hot. The lights were off and all that lit the kitchen was the lamp that sat in the corner.

Hyunjin’s head was settled between your thighs, slender hands resting on your knees. His plush lips sucked at your clit as he swirled his tongue. Your hands slid down to tangle in his hair, his black roots peeking through under the grown out blonde. Your back arched as Hyunjin brought his hand up to push two fingers through your entrance. His fingers brushed against that gummy spot inside of you, making you throw your head back as a whimper emerged from you. 

He pulled back to look up at you. “Feels good, doll?” He paused for a moment, sighing. “I’m sorry for yelling at you earlier. I’m so glad you love me enough to let me make it up to you like this.” He spoke in a gentle tone, his voice low.

You could only nod, still focused on the fulfilling feeling of his fingers inside of you. Hyunjin sped up the movements of his fingers, your breaths now shaky. Your walls clenched tight around Hyunjin's fingers before leaking your essence out onto his hand. 

“Good girl.” Hyunjin purred quietly before laying his head down on your thigh and pulling his fingers out of you. “Let’s get you cleaned up now, yeah?” He stood up, admiring you before hooking his arm under your knees, the other around your back to take you to the bathroom.