HEY THERE!! i really really love your works, and i was wondering if your requests are open? if they are, i'd like to request sub boyfriend mark smut w/ soft dom reader >< w public sex, handjob, neck kisses, and mark being really shy and whimpering a lot </3 u can ignore this if your requests arent open tho!! stay safe and thank uuuuu <3
Pairing: Nerdy!Mark x Popular!Female Reader
Genre(s): smut, pwp, light fluff, college!au, opposites attract!au, established relationship
Summary: In simplest form: your boyfriend's so fucking cute, it makes you wanna jump his bones.
Disclaimer: All of this writing is completely fictional.
A/N: Not proof-read. And thank u anon, you're so sweetโ
Five months.
Five months and you got Mark where you wanted him. You could finally touch more than just his face and handsโyour own fingers having his consent to reach lower than his abdomen.
Maybe it's clichรฉ to say that he's much different than any name you'd previously dated on your long list of boy toys. But it's not wrong to say it's true that he's more than just a fling. Even with his pink-tinted cheeks and doe, star-spangled eyes, he had your fervent persona wrapped around his finger like a ring. At first, he was a mere peer to youโa tight-lipped classmate who was just a face with a name. He always sat at the back, squinting beneath his thick glasses to catch what's written in the presentation that it made you wonder why he sat so far.
After falling out with your now ex-boyfriend, you started paying more attention to Mark as the semester progressed. All simply because he'd slipped you his notes out of kindness, catching your tired and disheveled state as you rest your face against your palms. Your usual short skirts and tight tops had been temporarily replaced with sweatpants and loose t-shirts; anyone could tell you were in a sour mood.
It all started with a nasty break up, to sharing notes, then to amicable whispers under the professor's resonant voice. You never really realized how cute your classmate was until he began looking at you more, his face more often than not turned to you instead of solely straight ahead. Mark had a boyish charm to him, his pouty lips and prominent cheekbones topping off the rest of his pretty features. He really was a hidden gemโand you wanted no one other than him.
God, you just yearned to please him.
Many of your "friends" (read: for lack of better word) in your circle didn't understand what you saw in him. It's almost as if they had selective eyesightโturning a blind eye to every positive thing about him. They would constantly push you to see other guys, whether you knew them or if they'd been picked up on the street. Frankly, you didn't give a fuck about anyone's opinion. You still sought after Mark, no matter how many guys threw themselves at you.
And sure, five months is quite a while for you to get into someone's pantsโbut if it were anyone else, you wouldn't have the patience to wait. You're proud to parade everywhere as his girlfriend, hands itching to touch him as they pleased. If not for the cold weather, his reddened visage would be a giveaway. It wasn't everyday that he had such a pretty girl pay him this much affection, let alone steal a glance his way.
And when the day came to tell you that he was ready to go further, you'd jumped his bones. You thought the pining would lay low after about two more months but you were wrong. Mark didn't have to do anything special for you to want him, he just had to be himself. Shamelessly, you would pull him to single bathrooms or janitorial closets to suck him dryโgiggling with your mouth full of cock as his knuckles turned white around whatever he could grab. You never failed to enjoy the feeling of his throbbing length while it shot cum down your throat, soothing his twitching thighs with your soft hands.
In all honesty, you couldn't get enough of Mark. You really think you can live the rest of your life sucking him off and riding him until his legs turn boneless. That pretty face of his makes you do things you didn't know you were capable of.
Things like grabbing his dick at the back of a movie theater.
You've completely forgotten what movie you had gone to watch. But clearly, it isn't good enough to glue your eyes to the screen. It's a slow day for the cinema, only two other couples sitting rows and rows ahead of youโone engrossed in the film and the other likened to you and your boyfriend; tongues down each other's throats.
"W-What if we get caught?" Mark asks under his breath, squirming in his seat as you stroked his hardening cock. The poor guy is breaking into a cold sweat, pants pooled at his lower thighs. Lust washes over your eyes and your lashes fluttering with each blink, your body scooting the closest it could to his hot form. Your tongue hangs out to swipe a lewd trail of spit from neck to cheek, diving back to plant heated kisses on his skin where you know he'll crumble of.
"We're okay," you assure. "Unless you can wait 'til we get back to my place?"
"No!" Mark responds with a hushed yell. "I-I can't..."
A subtle giggle escapes your glossed lips and you croon. "Relax, babyโI won't leave you hanging."
Before he can spill anymore, Mark sets the bag of popcorn on the vacant seat next to him. He knows well enough that he'd make a bigger mess than he already is if he held onto it any longer. Taking your advice, his head lolls back against the seat, giving you room to nibble and suck on his neck. His digits twitch on the armrests, holding himself from sprouting back up to check if he'd been caught.
"You're such a needy boy," you purr. If it weren't for the awkward angle, you'd be humping your own seat. Having Mark as vulnerable as he is now turns you on to a degree you can't describe. Knowing that he trusts you is the sexiest thing in your eyes. "You like it when I touch you like this, don't you? Tell me you like it, Markie. You like that I love pleasing you, hm?"
Mark doesn't have the guts to reply with a proper sentence. He knows better than that. If he did, he'd be shouting from the top of his lungs from immense pleasure. So all he does is nod, panting like a dog before he bites his bottom lip. Soon enough, you couldn't handle it anymore, dropping to your knees in the claustrophobic space of the floor. The seat in the next row squishes your figure tightly, leaving you to lean forward as humanly possible.
Your hand leaves your boyfriend's length abruptly to tug his pants down further, before retreating back to stroke him like second nature. Boldly, your mouth finds his balls and guzzles them to your heart's content. It takes all of Mark's self control to not scream of bliss, his hips jolting at the sensation as he whimpers adorably, eyes shifting nervously to every corner. You caress him with your free hand across his bare thigh, wanting him to focus on nothing else but his own pleasure.
This whole setting is nearly perfect. It would've been the icing on the cake if your friends were to see you getting your nerdy little boyfriend off like a whore. Maybe that'll make them shut the fuck up. You couldn't care less if Mark isn't up to their standardsโhe's the one for you.
You can tell by the way his stomach begins rising and falling faster and rapidly, his hands freezing that he's reaching climax soon. So you stop, almost feeling cruel when you find his confused expression, desperate to cum. Briefly, you turn to look for any raised suspicions as you stand before meeting his lips with yours. Licking the sticky precum from your fingers, you send him another quick kiss and brush his face with a soft smile illuminated under the soft light. "Sorry, baby. Want you inside me," you whisper.
You note how his eyes turn bright at your words, sending him a suggestive grin. Your nails graze his skin as you hold his chin on your fingers, pulling him in for kisses across his face. "Be a good boy and gimme all your cum, yeah?" you hum.
With that, you turn around to face the huge screen and bunch your skirt around your waist, teasing Mark with the sight of your taut ass. Eager fingers of yours reach under your panties to circle your clit, spreading your own arousal messily to every inch. You spread your legs to straddle your boyfriend's thighs, tugging your panties to the side as you grab his cock to meet your hole. You hold off from teasing yourself and sink down on his length, hissing at how stuffed full you are. Mark hides his face in your neck, mewling and groaning at your warm walls hugging his dick snugly.
He can't get over thisโthe feeling and miniscule sounds of you bouncing on his lap. Never did he imagine that he'd have you of all people loving him the way that you do. Mark didn't fully understand what influence he had over you. He didn't believe that the girl he'd been crushing on would be holding his hand, sharing sweet nothings in quietude, riding him. God, it's a blessing.
You grab Mark's hand and guide it under your shirt, encouraging him to play with your breast and heighten your arousal. You know exactly how to ride him, just the way you both like it. The seat is rattling from the impact you make and you're teetering on the verge of not giving a shit if you're caught. It's clear to the two couples that there's something going on in the back, though they don't gather the strength to look.
In just a mere moment, your hair sticks to your face from sweat and Mark picks up on your fatigue, rutting his hips against you. If this were at your apartment, you'd be shouting strings of curses from how fucking good it feels. But you settle by locking lips with your boyfriend, sharing moans as he plants his warm seed deep inside you. You're close behind him, muffling his whimpers as you ride him just a little longer, juices mixing with his dripping cum.
You can't help but have your pussy pulsate around his cock, apologizing to him as his throat hitches from excessive stimulus. "You're naughtier than I thought," you tease.
"I couldn't help it," he mumbles.
Biting back a grin, you pull yourself together and Mark does the same. A napkin isn't anywhere to be found, so you have the pleasure of sneaking out of the theater with cum leaking to your thigh. Luckily, no one else notices other than Mark, a bashful expression on his features as his eyes avert elsewhere.
It's getting dark, the sun setting with an orchestra of colors adorning the sky. You walk to your car with a skip to your step, a healthy glow on your skin as you turn to look at your boyfriend. "Why are you acting as if you didn't just jizz in me back there?" you ask with a jocose lilt.
"Y/N," he says, eyebrows knit with caution.
You push him against the door of your car, playing with the string of his hoodie with suggestive eyes. "Nothing to be embarrassed about, baby."
"I just"โhe sighs, gathering the courage to look at youโ"I can't believe I did that."
"Yes, you did!" you laugh as if he'd done you proud. Your arms wrap around his neck and pull him in for a smooch, nuzzling your nose with his.
Biting your lip playfully, you mutter against his own like you're telling him a dark secret. "I had this thought while I was sucking your balls," you begin, nonchalantly. Mark nearly laughs in utter surprise at your brazenness, a small smile on his lips. Though, it fades under a look of shock after you push his falling glasses back up on his nose and flash him a cheeky grin.
WARNING | unprotected sex bc I didnt feel like going back and writing him putting on a condom (donโt b silly, wrap yo willy!), spanking
SUMMARY | johnny loves smacking your ass with a passion. usually you keep minimum reaction, but tonight it just slipsโor in which thereโs a thin line between pain and pleasure.
WORD COUNT | 1.9k
EXTRA | I had too much fun with this. also this has the shortest warning list for anything Iโve written JSJDJKDKF very vanilla. also, based on this ask and for the anon that said they wanted the drabble, I made it a short smut 4 u <3
Johnny is by no means your boyfriend.
Even though he acts like it.
The moment you walk into the living room, youโre utterly terrified. Thereโs a figure casually resting on the couch when, disregarding you, the house is supposed to be empty. Before you can tiptoe into the kitchen and grab the nearest knife though, you realize itโs only Johnny, one of your three roommates, and youโre brought instant relief yet confusion. Jaehyun told you that everyone was going out this evening, however you remember that Jaehyun is also a pathological liar.
โJohn? I thought you left with the guys?โ You say, your heart still racing. This guy has been here for three hours and youโve had no idea the whole time.
Johnny turns his head in your direction, appearing slightly confused since his attention was previously glued to the TV, but he snaps out of his little daze within a matter of seconds. โDidnโt Jaehyun tell you? I stayed back to finish a paper.โ
โBut youโre watching TV?โ
โExactly.โ He smiles.
All men do is lie.
Youโre about to walk back to your room, ever-so disappointed though not at all surprised, until you hear his voice call youโor some form of address that youโre ninety-nine percent positive he uses on a bunch of other chicks, in spite of having absolutely zero proof.
โBaaaaabeeee,โ he drags the vowels on, and you try your hardest to not show how your heart is wrenched at the name. โCโmere.โ
Johnny makes you weaker than an ant-sized twig, although you would never ever evereverever admit that to his face. Or his thighs. Or his abs. Or his biceps. OrโohmyGod youโre checking out Johnny Suh right in front of his face and all the other body parts you named. Whoever came up with โout of sight, out of mindโ was a goddamn lie because heโs not even all that naked right now, body clad in a thin-strapped white T-shirt and some grey Nikeโs joggers, but when he calls you things like โbabeโ and looks so nicely your mind canโt help but go to the gutter.
Youโre about to sit beside him to his right, but he last-secondly pulls you onto his lap so that youโre straddling him. And if you thought that that was short-notice, youโre utterly unprepared for the way his hand delivers a sudden smack to your ass, your mouth gaping in a moan. Johnnyโs eyes widen, surprised, to a degree, himself: heโs smacked your ass beforeโhe literally does it all the timeโbut prepared or not, youโve always been able to hold back any sounds to avoid satisfying him, your mouth either parting but no noise coming from between your lips or you biting down on the bottom one.
โDid you justโฆmoan?โ
โIn pain! That was a moan of pain!โ You instantly defend yourself, face stinging in a flush.
โI want to hear you again,โ
โWhaโOh, Johnny!โ
His name. Not only did you moan, but you moaned his freakinโ name. Heโs never ever evereverever going to let you live this one down and then heโs going to tell all the rest of your roommates and theyโre going to mock you for the rest of your life. At least Mark would have the courtesy to not say anything when youโre around, but still!
โYeah. Sounds like pleasure to me.โ
โNoโthatโs it! Iโm going to my room!โ And you do make the effort to do so, but Johnny has the upperhand, his strong grip on your hips stationing you right on his lap where you wriggle.
โWhy? So you can go get off in your room and think youโre being sneaky about it?โ He tilts his head, and you make a mental note to be quieter during the act (curse that damn vibrator! It feels so good, but itโs too goddamn loud!), โWhy wonโt you just let me help you, baby? We both know you want me.โ
โDo not!โ You argue, despite it being a blatant lie.
โOh yeah? So if I put my hand down your shorts you wouldnโt be wet?โ He teases, but fortunately doesnโt test his theory, โI saw you checking me out, you know. You looked like you wanted to eat me, I was scared for a moment.โ A whimper of โJohnnyโ slips past your lips and you cup your face at the same time, completely embarrassed by everything. He doesnโt like it though, and pulls them down to your side, โIf you keep whining my name like that, Iโm gonna fuck you.โ
Okay, maybe you are wet. Maybe youโre fucking soaking through your panties and need to change but what could one expect? He literally spanked you! No normal person turns out A-Okay when a hot, six foot tall person with abs and amazing thighs and biceps smacks their ass!
โYouโre also throbbing.โ He adds.
โExcuse me?โ
โI can feel it. No joke, I can actually feel it.โ
Johnny expects you to attempt to cover your face and whine again, to attempt to find some way to defend yourself, but heโs surprised when your frustration causes you to yell out, โOhmyGoooood just fuck me already!โ
He chuckles, โI thought you didnโt want me?โ
โI was lying,โ you admit, reaching a point of desperacy you never thought that you would ever reach. โJohnny, please, I want you so, so bad, need you even, please pleaseplease pleaseโโ
Before you can continue on with your pleas, Johnny throws his lips against yours and you catch them with surprise, your eyes easily fluttering shut and his grip around your wrists loosening so that you can freely run your hands through his hair. He feels so soft, like being swept underneath a big, warm blanket made of marshmallows. His hand finds your ass again, smacking it once more just so that he can see it jiggle like Jell-O, and you (unashamedly) moan into his mouth this time.
โYouโre so cute when you beg, baby,โ Johnny snickers once he pulls away from you. โof course Iโll fuck you.โ
It happens before you even realize it isโone minute youโre on the couch, practically swallowing one another whole, the next youโre naked in his bed, out of breath because he just gave you the best head of your life but simultaneously gawking at his size. Johnny is so big that youโre not even sure if big is the correct term to describe him, which isnโt surprising whatsoever but youโre still incredulous. How is he gonna fit? He will literally split you in half.
โWhat the hell are you so big for?โ You ask, ignoring the sound of his laughter caused by your very much overdramatic gasp.
โThe better to fuck you with, my dear,โ Johnny alters his voice to sound like Little Red Riding Hoodโs grandmother and you roll your eyes, surprisingly not turned off by now. โNow come ride me.โ
The stretch is insanely deep and you exhale an even deeper breath the moment you sink down on his dick. Johnny groans as you clench around him, something about how tight you are, and he fits inside you gradually as you adjust, slowly and steadily. Eventually youโre riding him, your arms hanging around his neck to stabilize yourself.
The next time you moan, youโre unable to hide the utter bliss within the sound. Itโs loud, prompts a smile from Johnnyโs lips, and heโs moaning, too, sharing your ecstasy.
His hands have not left your ass, feeling nice and warm and cupping almost your entire cheeks with a single palm. To your surprise, he hasnโt bent you over his lap and spanked you yet (little do you know, the thought is tucked away somewhere in the back of his mind for safe keeping, but heโd rather fuck you first then spank you later. Plus, the position youโre in gives him the perfect chance to play with your ass in the meantime).
โDeep,โ you exhale shakily, wallowing in the way he fills you up so incredibly deeply, exploring places youโve never even known existed. He makes you feel full to the fucking brim. โSoโso deep,โ
โYeah? You like being filled up?โ He says as though he can read your mind.
You nod mindlessly, also a little wordless but your moans make up for it. Johnny cups your breast with one of his hands, running his fingers above the hardened nipple, and you sigh blissfully. You and Johnny must be a match made in heavenโif thereโs absolutely anything you love, itโs being touched all over, and if thereโs anything he loves, itโs touching your body all over.
He plays with you for a little longer, admiring the way you react to his contact: your lips parting as you moan softly. Thereโs no telling why you tried resisting him for so long, and you werenโt even remotely oblivious to how good he had the potential of making you feel. Most of the time when he smacked your ass before you kept minimum reaction, but your body was internally racing. You let all that pent-up lust out when you were alone in your room, trying your hardest to keep silent. Johnny knowing youโre getting off to the thought of him? Big no (nevermind the fact that heโs known the entire time)!
โJust canโt keep your hands to yourself, huh?โ You remark.
โWhy would I when I have you right here?โ he smacks your reddened ass suddenly and you yelp, clenching around him. He groans at the feeling, and you can sense him pulsing inside you. โFuck, you feel too goddamn good.โ
Johnny finds your g-spot in record time for anyone. Itโs obvious when you start moaning like thereโs no tomorrow. All in pleasure, not a spec of pain to be spotted anywhere, not a single blemish of the sensation to be detected. You push Johnny to where heโs lying down, and run your hands over his abs just to satiate the little sex demon in you. Sheโs so satisfied that youโre now on the brink of an orgasm.
โG-gonna cum,โ you say, head lolling back. Duh. Your toes are curling, your thighs are tremblingโyouโre practically trembling, all signs of being on the verge of having the best orgasm of your life.
โMe, too. Come for me, babe,โ Johnny whispers in your ear, and you do not need to be told twice. Your orgasm hits you hard, like a two-ton freakinโ bus, and youโre soon collapsing over Johnny. Your orgasm triggers his own and he spills inside you, filling you up with warmth. The two of you rest there, panting, Johnnyโs hand still on your ass.
After a maximum of thirty seconds, Johnny smacks your ass. Again. And you moan. Again.
โOhmyGod, my ass is probably redder than a Macaw at this point!โ You groan.
Johnny laughs and finally takes his hand off of your ass to sit up. โCโmon, letโs go clean up.โ
The two of you do that. When youโre done, you notice something very different about the house. You donโt remember all these lights being on, especially the one in the living rooโoh. Theyโre back. How long have they been back?
โLooks like you were doing something other than a research paper,โ Jaehyun teases, and while itโs directed towards Johnny, you feel extremely targeted and your cheeks burn. Mark tries his hardest not to laugh in the corner, but concealing laughter is planets far from his talent.
โDude, I was trying to, but then she started moaning and whining my name like crazy,โ Johnny says, walking over to the couch, and you start having flashbacks of what actually happened.
โJohnny!โ
โYeah, like that! But hornier!โ
โOhmygodโthat is not what happened! Heโs lying! Men are liars! All of you! Even you, Mark!โ
โHowโd I get in it?!โ Mark asks through a mouth full of cupcakes.
โBy willingly associating yourself with them!โ You huff and dramatically storm to your room where your trusty vibrator rests. Sheโd never lie on you.
stepdad!Sy x Reader: don't blame me (love made me crazy) [One Shot]
Plot: sometimes what an old bear needs is a young little Goldilocks.
or, your mom can't keep up with his appetite, so he found himself another outlet in the form of his spoiled little stepdaughter.
Tags: stepdad/stepdaughter relationships, (big) age-gaps (y/n is 19 when anything happens Sy is 40+), spoiled!reader, naive!reader, manipulation, ceo!sy (implied, y/n's mom works for him), arguments, birth control, toxic relationships, daddy kink, dd/lg-ish (?), infidelity, sy and reader are bad people, heavy smut, implied p to v, oral sex, unrealistic dick size, body fluids, power imbalance misogynistic views, taboo relationships
Sy knew of his โฆ issue.
It was the biggest reason why it took him a bit too long to settle down.
His libido wore down his most passionate lovers and drowned his faithless girlfriends in crazed jealousy. So he figured he should just get as many women as he could and keep himself satisfied without the mess of a crashing relationship in his wake.
However, every bachelor has to die at some point or another. And his death came just after his 40th birthday, where he met a proper woman who had worked in one of the branches of his company in the city.
She was a bit cold but quite smart, one could call her distant but not to the point of being irresponsible of her relationships, just very picky. Sy had found it easy to converse with her and the little challenge that she posed when she refused to sleep with him on their first, second, or the third date. It made her less of another piece of ass to plunder but more of a land to conquer and make his own.
And so thatโs what he did.
Because Logan Syverson always gets what he wants.
She was definitely the perfect woman that could be the neat little bow that would end his reign of pleasure.
And all shouldโve been well.
Until it all came crashing down when he met her feisty little daughter that made every little knot of his facade of satiation unravel.
Sy side-eyed the noise inside the kitchen of his home from his garage.
Disturbing the resting birds and the quiet of the horses on the barn on the other side of the estate. He was glad at the very least he had bought a gated house with extra land all around to avoid any snooping neighbours from knowing any of their personal issues but that also means he gets to deal with all their shit alone.
From what he could gather his stepdaughter and her mother are fighting about another party she plans to attend tonight when she had gotten home at 3 am every day for the past 3 days. It had been understandable, the first few parties, it was to be the end of her senior year, after all, and all the kids her age are trying to milk the last moments of their feckless golden years before they are thrust in a shitty one-bedroom apartment, juggling their part-time jobs and academic responsibilities.
Not that heโd let that happen to his beloved stepdaughter who would clearly buckle at the smallest weight on her shoulders. Her penthouse in the city is already cleaned and ready for when he surprises her with it.
The door to the veranda opened with a clatter, small and urgent steps breaking through the quiet morning.
โDonโt you dare --โ
โDaddy!โ
Thatโs his cue.
Throwing his wrench on the table, he grabbed the damp towel hanging off his latest project -- a monstrosity of a truck he was planning on building back up -- and wiping as much of his sweat as he could as he walked out of his cabin to greet the storm coming his way.
Sy tried to suppress his groan at seeing you run towards him, his stepdaughter seemingly unaware that your tits were nearly bouncing out of your camisole.
You landed with a huff into his hard chest, pouting and wrapping your little arms around his waist, refusing to look back at your frustrated mother in your trail even if some of his sweat moistened your face.
โYou a'right, honey?โ
โMom is being a bitch!โ
โThatโs it, young lady! You are ground --โ
โAlright, alright,โ he raised a hand to your mother to cut off her rant, his other rubbing your back as you tighten your grip around him. โWoman, calm down.โ
โNo, I donโt need to calm down! You need to stop codling that little brat!โ
If there was one person that could blow the fuse of your usually composed mother it would be her daughter who was the exact opposite of her.
Where she was prim and proper she was all short flowy short skirts and see-through tops. Where her mother was shrewd and sharp, her daughter was dull but sweet. And where she liked to stand on her own feet her daughter liked to run to her daddy for any bump in her path.
Despite him getting married to your mother when you were already 18, you had barely had any father figure in your life that you had immediately latched on to him who was basically a stranger. Especially when he spoiled you with shopping trips, shiny pieces of jewellery, and a black card with your name on it just because he wanted to be in your good graces.
He was sure your mother had found it endearing at first, to see her boyfriend getting along so well with his daughter but now, a year into the marriage, a year of losing every argument with her daughter as she clung on to the man of the house, and a year of Sy giving you whatever you want while slowly edging away on your mother's control of you -- it has lost its novelty.
โIโll take care of it,โ he tried to remove your hands to talk to your mother properly but you refused to budge whimpering a little โdaddyโ, so placing you behind his back where your mother couldnโt see you while your arms remained knotted on his stomach was the best thing he could do. โI know you have that important meeting with your supervisor. You canโt be late.โ
The woman gritted her teeth, eyes dropping down on your hands wrapped around each other into a fist before sighing, โYou need to tighten her leash, Sy.โ
"I said," Sy steeled his glare, โIโll take care of it.โ
The one thing about your mother despite her stance of independence and belief in women dominance is that she had somehow managed to marry the one man who couldnโt give her that illusion. In this family, your stepfatherโs words were law. You have gladly learned about that early enough and abused it to your advantage.
So if you get his approval to get the shopping trips she said you didnโt need, pieces of jewellery she deemed you should earn, or the black card that was a bit โtoo muchโ -- then you will get it.
And if he says you can go to the party at Brandonโs on a school night, then you can go to Brandonโs fucking party on a fucking school night.
โAlright, honeybee, she ainโt here now.โ
The nickname had stuck when you got stung by a bee on one of your first visits to Syโs home when your dumbass tried to steal honey dripping from its hive because you were curious what fresh ones tasted like.
This time you let your arms be removed from their grip, facing the man though still not having it in yourself to look him in the eyes.
โWhy donโt you stop torturing your ma, hmm? Look at โcha, got my sweat all over your face,โ he grunted, wiping your face with his own towel while you closed your eyes and let yourself be pampered by his gentle touch.
You pursed your lips, fluttering your lashes hoping heโll let your little early tantrum slip but he tutted, pressing his thumb and pointer fingers on each edge of your lips until he had you on a forcible pout and finally looking up at his eyes.
โYou canโt get everything you want with these lips, honey,โ he chuckled, shaking your head playfully, making you giggle.
โโT works on you,โ you quipped, though a bit muffled from his grip.
A semblance of a growl rumbled on his chest making your breath hitch.
โIt does, doesnโt it,โ he commented almost thoughtlessly, fingers now running on your bottom lip and gently pinching it. โYou better find a husband as nice as your daddy then.โ
You blinked up at him, warmth beating on your chest until you felt like your heart would explode. Seemingly done with torturing you, Sy pushed himself back up, giving you enough space to actually breathe.
โAm I โฆ am I not allowed to go to the party, daddy?โ you looked down on your feet, one rubbing on the other as you tried to make your case to the only judge that matters. โI did so good on my last exams. I didnโt fail a single one.โ
Yeah but you had barely passed any of it, he thought. Even failed in your first try and that's why you had to retake your senior year.
Sy knew you were probably sitting next to some poor nerd that gave you all his answers just to have a chance to ogle at your bouncing tits.
His eyes dropped to the mounds the cut of your top exposed for him, cursing his train of thoughts.
Playing dirty, you gently pulled away from his grip to press your body on his, snaking your hand on his neck until your face was buried on his neck.
He sighed, looking around him to make sure there were no prying eyes before cupping your bottom with one arm and guiding your legs to wrap around his waist as he carried you back to the patio to sit on one of the overpriced sofas your mom had shipped all the way from some fancy boutique in New York.
He knew he shouldnโt let his young stepdaughter cling to him like this, especially when all she was wearing is her flimsy sleepwear. The inappropriate intimacy was probably from some sort of misplaced fondness and adoration to him who had been the first man in your life to give you some form of affection. And he also knows that you knew that your relationship with your stepfather was bordering on being improper, as you usually only act like this when it was just the two of you alone.
But as long as none of you calls it out, everything can remain as it is.
With him boiling with his frustrations and you happily getting the affections you craved from your doting stepfather.
He sat down and grunted, surprised when instead of moving away and sitting next to him as you usually do to cuddle, you instead adjust into a more comfortable position in his lap to straddle him, little fingers reaching up to play with his beard.
You must really want to go to that party.
โWhyโd you wanna go to that boyโs part so bad? He your boyfriend?โ he pried, pleased when you shook your head vehemently.
โNo, daddy! Iโm โฆ no I donโt do that,โ you whispered the last part as you broke eye contact and played with the collar of his flannel instead.
His eyebrows quirked, is she actually a virgin?
โI-Iโm not โฆ I already did it but I donโt any more! The boys in my school are not cute. They arenโt my type, theyโre icky,โ she stuttered adorably, desperately trying to convince him that she wasnโt slutting herself out in the parties she attended to. โI just want to hang out with my girls, daddy, I promise. And one of my best friends Alia is Brandonโs girlfriend so thatโs why weโre going. It's going to be sooooo fun.โ
Sy hummed, trying to process her words and not pop a boner at the same time when her tiny pussy was literally on top of his monstrous crotch, the white cotton of her panties barely able to hold the heat inside it, especially with the way she subtly bounces on her seat every time she speaks.
He knew she wouldnโt lie to him, to her mother sure but not to the man who always pulled her out of the shit she always found herself in.
โOne condition.โ
Her head popped, a grin immediately growing on her face as she squealed and peppered his bearded face with kisses he gladly accepted with a pleased hum.
โYes! Anything you want!โ
He chuckled, gripping your waist to pull you closer into his body, till your core was dragged to his lower stomach making you gasp. The man could swear he could smell her.
โYouโre spending your weekend with me and your ma.โ
Sy laughed at the face you pulled, hand rubbing on your waist to somehow convince you to say yes despite knowing you had no say about his decision in the first place.
He likes giving you an illusion of a choice, itโs how he keeps his leash on you as tight as possible without letting you or your mother know.
โDeals a deal, honeybee,โ he grinned, โWe can hang out on the pool, I can get the chef to make you that chocolate cupcake you liked.โ
You played with the edge of his flannel, letting his words convince you that spending a day or two with your increasingly frustrating mother should be tolerable enough as long as he was there.
โOkay, daddy,โ you relented, leaning down into his chest and laying your head down on the crook of his neck. โBut you gotta stay with me all day. You gotta.โ
He silently agreed, god knows how easy arguments would blow up when he left the two of you alone.
โI promise, honey,โ Sy hummed in agreement, not planning to let you leave his sight on that weekend in the first place, โIโd never leave my good girl alone.โ
You jumped at the sound of a door slamming shut on the second floor, the window by the sink shaking from the impact.
You just came out of the pool to get yourself a lemonade in the kitchen after your daddy and mom went upstairs and left you alone for a bit to talk about something while in the middle of trying to spend together as a family.
โD-Daddy?โ
โOh, Iโm sorry Iโm not some fucking sex maniac like you!โ your momโs familiar sharp voice screamed, two pairs of loud footsteps thud down the stairs making you instinctively hide behind the kitchen island, sitting on the kitchenโs cold hardwood floor as you listened to their argument. โI have a job, Sy! A demanding job, you knew what you were getting yourself into when you popped the fucking question.โ
โItโs been a fucking week! Taking care of your husband not an important of a job enough for you?! You're needed here too!โ
You frowned. A week? A week of what?
It seemed serious when it got your daddy this riled up.
โI canโt just drop down to my knees and suck your dick when you feel like it, Sy! You know how important this job is for me!โ
This time you gasped, the crude words coming out of your motherโs mouth you only heard from your friends who went on sexcapades, never from your cold matriarch.
But even you frowned at her excuse. She might be all smart and stuff but sometimes she gets pretty silly especially when she puts her husband second. If you were the one married to daddy ...
โMore important than your husband?โ
You could feel everything turn cold the moment he uttered those words. You could only imagine the scene behind you as you werenโt brave enough to take a peek.
โI donโt have time for this.โ
Then you heard the front door slam, her car turning on and screeching away.
You yelped when suddenly, a glass shattered on the opposite side of the island, surprising you as you were deep in thought of the argument that you had just accidentally overheard.
โHoney?โ
You were caught.
"Sweetheart, come out."
You slowly popped your head out from behind the island, meekly smiling at your still fuming stepfather. His chest still rising and falling with every intense breath.
โH-Hi, daddy,โ you muttered, trying to put on a smile on your face but you knew you werenโt getting out of this. โI wasnโt snooping on purpose I swear I was just going to get a drink and then โฆโ
โOh honey,โ he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, seemingly calming down now as he carefully walked towards you. It was only when he was near that you realized you were still only in the itsy bitsy bikini that you wore with the purpose of getting tanned. But that didnโt seem to bother him, especially when he grabbed you by the back of your thighs, forcing you to instinctively wrap your arms around his neck, legs around his thick waist to make you sit on the counter with the only barrier between your bare skins were his shirt and swimming shorts. โYou werenโt supposed to hear that.โ
You pouted, looking on the ground on the opposite side of your hiding place to see pieces of glass scattered around it.
โI-Iโm sorry, daddy.โ
Sy frowned in confusion, running a thumb on your cheeks to soothe you, โabout what, sweetheart?โ
You hesitated, looking up at him through your lashes,โ For mom being mean. I always get in fights with her and thatโs why โฆ thatโs why she canโt take care of you anymore. I promise Iโll behave from now on, daddy --โ
โHey, none of that now, little girl,โ he tutted, pressing two soft kisses on your cheeks and tearing up eye. โItโs not your fault. Mommy and I are just โฆ going through a rough patch, aโright?โ
โB-But โฆโ you sighed, giving up when he gave you that glare that always told you to drop it. You nodded, hugging him tighter to bury your face in the comforting crook of his neck. โIf only I was married to daddy I wouldโฆโ
โWould what?โ
Sy pulled you back, one hand tightening on the dip of your waist and the other one snaking back up to squeeze on your cheeks to force you to look at him. His rough fingers indenting on your face and forcing your lips into a pout.
You could feel yourself losing your breath at the slip of your tongue. Looking at him now, gone was your daddy who always had the warm gaze on his eyes. He looked crazed, like a beast. You could almost imagine the smoke coming out of his nose at his every breath.
โI --โ
โYou would what, honey?โ
He could see you starting to get skittish, eyes already unfocused and finding other things on the background to stare at but heโd spent time with you long enough to know all he needs to do is press harder on your cheeks, a bit of drool dripping on to one corner of your mouth to his fingers, to make you look back up at him with the ditzy glaze in your widening irises.
โSay it, donโt play dumb with me.โ
You whined at his harsh words, eyes suddenly widening when you felt something warm and big and pulsing on your core.
โD-Dadwy,โ you stared at the growing bulge that was poorly masked by his brown swim shorts.
โSay it.โ
Sy can see you struggling to focus, especially with his sizeable bulge dragging all your attention. But he didnโt care.
Cause heโs had enough.
Enough with the torture from both of you women in his life.
Enough of your cold mother who demeans him and his needs. Who always places him in second place, a place he had never been in his entire life. Enough of pretending that his life was perfect -- wrapped around in a neat little bow.
And heโs had enough of you -- of you and your short skirts, and pink panties that you somehow always managed to innocently flash him as you tip-toed your cute ass in his home. Enough of you clinging to him, sweetly calling him daddy as you rub up against him, slowly chipping away his self-control. Enough of the teasing and testing, thinking he wouldnโt have the guts to do something about you.
You whimpered under his intense gaze, despite being dopey 80% of the time you knew in your guts the next words that will come out of your mouth will change your life.
But he was glad to see a form of determination in your eyes
โIโd take care of you, daddy.โ
Snap.
That was all it took and that was all he heard.
The snap of the last thread of his patience that held his sanity together.
And in a snap, his lips were suddenly on yours, the meat of his tongue exploring your wet, warm mouth as he drank your drool and moans into the caverns of his, sucking on your tongue just for the taste of it. With a grunt he lifted your ass off the counter, carrying you into the creamy white suede coral loveseat your mom treated like her second child.
โAh!โ you flinched when your mini triangle top suddenly fell off your chest, exposing your tingling nipples into your stepfatherโs warm ministrations. Your back arched, supported only by his wide palms as he chased your bud, not giving you a moment's respite from his lips.
"I'm gonna warn you, sweetheart," he pinched on your nipples harshly till it pounded from the sudden onslaught of pain and pleasure, making you scream harder as tears start to form in your eyes. "Daddy's not gonna be nice."
โDaddy, I need -- I need --โ
โYeah? Your little pussy is getting hot isnโt she?โ he mocked, eyes ablaze as if he was a beast that lost its mind, "getting hot and wet for her daddy."
You didnโt bother to protect your dignity, especially with the way you were continuing to hump his covered meat despite his mocking insults.
Suddenly, his grip tightened on your hips, forcing you to halt your actions as he ran a palm from your tits, down to your stomach, and finally a finger drawing a line on the soaking slit of your bikini.
โImpatient little cunt.โ
โDaddy!โ
His fingers expertly hooked the scrap of clothing that covered your core, exposing your drooling pussy for his eyes as he wasted no time and shoved two of his hefty fingers with a lewd squelch.
If your memory serves you right, you could swear it was almost as big as the cock that your ex-boyfriend devirginized you with.
The thought blown away when he started scissoring his fingers inside you, hitting the spongy little spot that had you keeling over in pleasure, your toes painfully curling as your mouth found purchase in his, fingers gently gripping on the rough beard on his cheeks to seek for some sort of ground.
โIโm ready, daddy. Please, please, please. Need more.โ
He seemed to think otherwise but just stared down at you with a knowing smirk. He'd teach his dumb little baby a lesson.
โAlright, honey.โ
Gently, he pulled on the strings on your final piece of clothing, making your eyes widen when he suddenly grabbed it pressed it on his nose, closing his eyes as he sniffed deeply, making your face burn in embarrassment when you saw just how you soaked through your bottoms.
โNext time, youโre sitting on my face.โ
Next time.
You nodded giddily, leaning in to press a soft passionate kiss on his lips as you reached to remove his shirt, exposing the furs that littered the defined skin on his body. You found yourself staring intently at his chest, hands digging in as if to make sure he was really a man and not just all steel.
Suddenly, you felt your skin sting as he slapped the edge of your thighs, making you look up at him in tears. The indentation of his wedding rang making a clear mark on the meat of your thighs.
"Don't tease me, little girl. Today ain't about you. Your mom thinks she can just keep her pussy away from me?"" he chuckled cruelly, wondering if she would lose her mind if she walked into them right now: her young bouncy daughter desperately grinding her cunt on her husband. ", guess she didn't realize she ain't all that special. That i'd have another young willing pussy right here, didn't she?"
You could only nod, hands already desperately untying the knot in his shorts to grab the heavy meat that you had been desperate to be acquainted of -- gasping in shock when you realized it had almost been the size of your wrist, his bushy base making it look even more monstrous.
โD-Daddy โฆโ
โHmm,โ he licked that moistened your temple, making you giggle. Weirdly aroused at being soaked off his scent -- his sweat sticking into your skin, his saliva drying on your face, his precum rubbing on the length of your stomach.
โI โฆ Iโm not sure if โฆโ you looked up at him, eyes widening when he saw the disappointment in his face. โBut Iโll do my best, daddy!โ
His mouth cracked into a small smile, one of his hands patting you in the head like he always does when you get a C in your exams.
It makes your chest warm.
Youโd do almost anything to make your daddy proud.
โGood girl.โ
โItโs okay, honey. I was out of line,โ Sy stood up from his marital bed, comforting his now emotional wife through the phone when she called him after a day of silence. โYou can come home whenever you like.โ
โIโll drive now. Iโm really sorry. I love you,โ she sniffed. Sy could almost see her, whispering in the crowded cafe of the hotel she always runs away to every time they had a fight.
12 hours too late, Sy thought, eyes straying back to his stepdaughter in what was once their bed. Face down, drooling on her mother's pillow and ass up for her stepfather's viewing pleasure, twitching and whining from overstimulation as her cunt leaked of his cum from the pounding it received for the past half a day.
"Daddy," she wiggled her ass weakly, making Sy hum as he walked back to grip on the meat of her cheeks, his free thumb pushing to the side the lip of her raw and gaping pussy he had used for hours before pressing a gentle kiss on the other rosebud he plans to explore before his wife could come back home. ", more, please. I love you. Need more."
"Alright," he answered, both to your desperate pleas and your mother's proclamations. โI love you too.โ
Sy was the perfect father, she knows.
It was one of the reasons she had agreed to marry him in the first place.
A bit too much, yes, but his heart was always in the right place.
โAhhh! I love you so much, daddy!โ
She watched as her daughter jumped into her stepfatherโs arms. Pressing kisses on his face making her frown, unaware that her husband has bought her her dream car as a gift for her 20th birthday. She thought they agreed your condominium in the city would be a good enough gift.
โCan I test drive it? Please? Pretty please?โ
Her frown deepened when you didnโt even give your own mother a glance, giddying up instead to him who was more than happy to pass on your shiny new keys.
โAlright, but I get to be your first passenger, honey.โ
She shrieked happily, grabbing onto his hands as she dragged him up to the pearl white car that still had the massive pink bow on top of it.
Sheโs never felt more of a stranger in her own family.
She should feel horrible, to feel jealousy as the two of you disappeared into the corner of the driveway when Sy was only being a doting father.
She shook her head, refusing to let her habit of thinking the worst out of people away.
Maybe itโs time she eases up on her job and actually starts spending time with her family.
Maybe Sy was right.
She was needed here, after all.
โT-Thatโs it, honey,โ Sy groaned, leaning back on the passenger seat as her tongue lapped a thick line from the base of his swelling balls into the weeping head of his cock. โGod, youโve gotten good at this.โ
It would be impossible not to, not the way youโve nearly had his cum for breakfast daily since your first tryst with your stepfather a few months ago. It would seem a little taste of his spunk had you addicted for more, tongue nearly hanging off every time the front door slam shuts as your mom leaves to start her day unaware that in less than two minutes her own husband will be choking her daughter with his cock.
It was almost like you were made for him -- your holes getting carved perfectly into the shape of his dick, your sex drive nearly keeping up with his own.
The two of you had gotten reckless with time.
His cock buried in your nearly insatiable cushy cunt, every time the two of you would be left alone.
His hand muffling your cries when he slipped into your ensuite bathroom to have his cock buried while you were supposed to be showering and getting ready for school, making out by the pool while your mother takes a short nap on the second floor with the perfect view to the backyard where her husband was eating her daughter's face, or even warming his cock as you kneeled by his feet in the floor of his office, your hips desperately grinding on his leather shoes as you drooled all over his balls while his clueless wife works on her own in the room next door.
For the first time in his life, Logan Syverson felt satisfied.
Satiated.
Dopey, and always in a good mood, all thanks to his perfect little fuckdoll that just lived to please him.
With a lewd pop, you smiled up at your daddy, rubbing your bottom lip on the slit of his cock, seeming unable to resist licking up the small dribble of precum that painted it.
โThank you so much for the car, daddy. I know mom didn't want you to give me one,โ you pouted at the thought, irrationally angry at your mom for preventing your daddy from spoiling you.
Sy scoffed, grabbing a handful of your hair as he pulled you a bit to press a kiss on your cheeks. โIโm the man of the house, little one. As long as you make daddy real happy, youโre getting whatever you want.โ
You giggled, pressing a quick kiss on what you could reach on his arm that was holding you up, โDo I make you happy, daddy?โ
Syโs face seemed to soften, smiling down at you but his actions betrayed him as he slowly lowered you back down to face his angry-red cock.
โNot till you make me cum, honey.โ
Your mom raised an eyebrow at what you were wearing.
Your sundress was so sheer she could almost see the indentations your bra made on your skin but before he could call you out on it Sy followed you down the stairs, chuckling at a silly joke you seemed to have said upstairs as he held your hands firmly in his.
She never made Sy laugh like that anymore.
โHi, mom! Congrats on your promotion, you excited?โ
She tried to smile at her daughter, gladly accepting the kiss on her cheeks as she sat down on what used to be her seat on the right side of the head of the table where Sy usually sat.
โThank you, sweetheart.โ She didnโt have the heart to tell her the nasty rumours flying around how she only got the position on the other side of the state because of her husband who owned the company she was working on in the first place.
Or worse, that the reason she got the promotion in the first place was that her husband had gotten sick of her and is sending her far, far away from him.
She doubt Sy had to do anything to do with it, the man never really caring about her department in the first place, but it still stung every time she gets side-eyed by her coworkers. Or her own husband proves them right by downright ignoring her presence in their home.
โโItโll be so weird to not have mom here in the house, isn't it, daddy?โ
โDonโt talk when your mouth is full, honey,โ Sy tutted, grabbing the towel on his lap to wipe the edge of her mouth where a smear of the sauce tainted her skin.
She felt needles in her heart when Sy, once again, ignored the inquiry about her.
Didn't he care at all?
โItโs just for 6 months,โ she tried to insert herself in the little bubble the other members of her family seemed to have found themselves in. โIโm sure itโll pass by quickly.โ
This time she didn't miss the way her daughter snickered, shaking her head and looking at her husband as if disagreeing with her like she and her stepfather had an inside joke that just went over her mother's head.
โWell, I sure hope it does, mom.โ
โWhatโs the meaning of this, Sy?โ
Sy groaned, sitting straighter on his seat. He shouldโve known his wife -- well, future ex-wife, would never make it easy for any of them.
Thankfully, his stepdaughter was sprawled out in his office mahogany table, only in her pink crotchless babydoll lingerie and legs wide open to comfort him in these trying times.
โYou didnโt sign a prenup so the money Iโm giving you is just me being nice,โ he answered, nonchalantly tracing her drooling cunt with the pad of his thumb. Grinning when her hips uncontrollably flinched, chasing his touch as if he hadn't given her her fill an hour ago -- he couldn't help but crack the smallest hint of a smile at the traces of his cum still staining the inside of her pussy lips.
Boy, was he glad he had gotten that birth control implanted in you.
โI donโt fucking care about the money! I didnโt know we had that much problem to be getting a divorce in the first place!โ
She was getting hysterical now, the most emotions Sy had heard from her in the short three years of marriage they shared. He popped his moist finger into his mouth, humming at the taste of her juices.
โSign it,โ he glared, his voice turning cold that even her ditzy stepdaughter shivered. โYou know you wonโt win against me.โ
โSy, wha -- where is this coming from?โ
He sighed, taking a drag on his tobacco and blowing it on his stepdaughterโs cunt, smiling down at her as she giggled. Placing the stick back on the glass ashtray you had bought for him (with the credit card that went straight into his bank account, but it's his little one's thought that counted).
โSy?โ
โIโm busy with a lil' something,โ even he chuckled at his little joke, pinching on the irresistible little clit just calling for his attention. โMy lawyer will be in contact. Donโt call me again.โ
Sy could barely hear her sobs standing up to unbuckle his belt with one hand as he hovered over your frame. โWanna talk to mommy, honey?โ
He wouldโve felt bad -- shouldโve felt bad at the sudden silence on the other side of the line.
But he's never felt more alive.
โMommy?โ
You havenโt called her that in a long, long while. Knowing now what she thinks she knows, her suspicions, her gut-feeling mocking her for ignoring them when the evidence was all around her -- it makes her stomach drop.
The silent conversations, the giggles, the inside jokes, the subtle bordering on inappropriate touches, the world the two of you had enclosed yourselves into that she could never seem to cross.
She had been betrayed by her own blood.
โI think daddy will be getting full custody.โ
I'VE NEVER SEEN A STEPDADDY SY AND DECIDED IT'S UP TO ME THE SELF PROCLAIMED #1 SY WHORE TO FIX THAT DON;T COME FOR ME I HAVE DADDY ISSUES
Summary: After a fun-filled graduation night, your heart is torn between your two best friends, Ten and Lucas. A fire is ignited between the three of you that isnโt as easy to calm as it was to start. And this lustful fire, just like any fire, spreads and seeks to destroy anything in its path, for there is no telling what Ten will do for you, or rather, to you.
Pairing: King!Ten x female reader (as well as Prince! Lucas)
Genre: Royalty!AU, love triangle, angst, smut, fluff
Warnings:ย manipulation, possessiveness, blackmail, cheating!, character death, mention of blood, mention of self-harm, alcohol use, smut!: threesome, unprotected sex, penetration (v and a), oral sex (m and f), hand job, fingering, fondling, c*eampie, biting, bdsm (paddle use, choking, rope use), orgasm denial, overstimulation, semi-public sex.
A/N: PART TWO is HERE!! Thank you all for your support for part 1!! We appreciate it so much! We hope you enjoy part two, the finale to this adventure. We are so excited, once again, for you guys to see what happens! We had so much fun writing this and would love your feedback๐
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[JANUARY 1896]
Itโs the night of the Chinese festival. Kids run about the town as folks put up their decorations and line up delicious and colorful foods for all that walk by. The air is light, with everyone laughing and talking as they enjoy each otherโs company.
Friends meet from all over the land, as all kingdoms come together to celebrate the turn of the new year.ย
Youโre dressed in a beautiful red dress with gold adornments, leaving Tenโs mouth agape once he opens the door of carriage to help you out. Seeing you in your bright and dazzling outfit under the lantern lights makes his heart flutter. Your gold eye shadow brings out the depth of color in your eyes, the ones that looked around nervously.
โYou look amazing, my love.โ Ten states as you take his hand and fall onto his chest lightly.
He gives you a light peck on the cheek, but you move away and let go of his hand soon after, hoping that you didnโt move too quickly while in front of the other attendees.
The last thing you wanted was for everyone to be able to see or even speculate that your marriage was in trouble.
You walk slightly ahead and force a smile to the onlookers.
โHello, hello.โ You say to everyone that bows while standing poised with both hands in front.
Ten also forces an awkward smile as he is left behind.
You look over the crowd, hoping to catch a glimpse of the tall man that neglected to speak to you for the last few months. Oh, how you missed him and his letters. You missed his warmth, for Tenโs coldness only grew to annoy you more and more as your time together increased.
You start to frown slowly, but in an instant, you see his bright smile. He holds Rosรฉโs hand and reaches for a lantern from a store owner. He hands the beautifully detailed lantern to her with the brightest smile on his face and wide eyes.
IDK ABOUT YALLLLLLL!!! but this fic had no reason to be that fucking good like omfg..it made me jump, holler, scream at 2 in the fucking morning.. NO FIC HAS EVER DONE THIS TO ME BEFORE!!! whoever wrote pls never delete this! this is a absolute masterpiece!! and you deserve the world just for this whole entire fic
pairing: college professor!kun x student!reader
warning(s): spanking, age gap, use of nicknames (nothing degrading though), choking, nipple play, oral (f receiving), orgasm denial
Collab: 90โฒs Love check out the Master List here!
Tags:ย 7.9k words, 90s!AU, Baywatch!AU, fluff, humor, semi-friends to lovers, smut. Including beach bum!Yuta & Johnny, BFF! Mark, & Lifeguard!Jaehyun.
Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content 18+. Protected sex (mxf), kissing, teasing, marking, oral (m/f), a little body worship, Haechan is a big simp, language, drinking (beer) on the beach.ย
Summary:You and Haechan both have big plans this summer. Youโre going to earn yourself a spot on the infamous Baywatch team and Haechanโs deadset on getting the girl. It just so happens that both your plans intersect quite nicely.
ย โThis is going to be the greatest summer of our lives, Markie.โ
The older boy ignores him, straw hat covering his eyes whilst he lays flat out in the sand, arms crossed over his chest. Mark is here strictly for Johnnyโs free beer and sleeping in the sun because thatโs his idea of the perfect summer on the beach.
Haechan however had plans. Big plans.ย
Which also meant Mark had plans whether he liked it or not.ย
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10pm Mountain Time (US)
9pm Pacific Time (US)
THE END TIME IS 24 HOURS FROM START TIME!!!
So no posting, no queues, no likes, and no reblogs!
WHAT IF I CANโT/WHAT ELSE CAN I DO?
Like this post and share it AS MANY TIMES AS POSSIBLE. Use the hashtags #tumblrlogoff2021 or #postplusprotest on ANY and ALL social media.
WILL THIS WORK?
Maybe, maybe not. Itโs an attempt at doing SOMETHING.
BECAUSE IโM A TIRED IDIOT, USE THIS TO DOUBLE CHECK YOUR TIME ZONE!!!!
Event Time Announcer shows time for Log off protest 2021 in locations all over the world. In New York it happens on Friday, August 6, 2021 a
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