he thinks it’s so cute to mess with you and make you squirm. he knows how your heart and mind race watching him dance. he wears tight shirts on purpose so you’ll stare at him. calls you in the morning when his voice is still raspy. when’s he’s drunk he’s all clingy and hanging over you begging you to just take another shot when you’re thinking about how nice he’d look begging for other things
⌗ LETSGETHIGHANDMAKEOUT — getting high and making out with sunoo .
⧼ 🍡 ⧽ 一 pairing。 ⸝⸝ sunoo x fem!reader 𓄵 wc. 0.8k genre。smut contains! fingering, unprotected sex , language { back to library }
( request ). can you make more sunoo fluff or smut PLEEK there’s slim pickings on tumblr fr
( yeni’s note ). i’m back … and i came back with stoner sunoo because… hot
you never skipped a ‘you wanna smoke?’ text from your best friend sunoo ; grabbing your essentials — your phone and shoes , immediately going over to his house , letting yourself in where he was waiting in his room; the blunts, pre-rolled. snacks stacked on his nightstand with your favorite dumb tv show queued up and ready for you.
soon the two of you were cuddled up together watching the tv show , half awake. “why do we watch this?” he shrugged. “i think we’re too deep into now , so we can’t just stop it.” his arm draped across your shoulders. “no matter how dumb it is.” you hummed turning back to the television , the day slowly coming to an end , silence once again filling the room. “you wanna makeout?”
he looked down at your form , his cheeks rosy from his high as he answered. “you’ve definitely had too much , make only one pre-roll and quarter of a brownie next time.” he couldn’t help but look at your lips — back at your eyes which were half open , but you looked serious. “what makes you think i’m joking?” he scoffed. “because we’re best friends.” you shrugged , “is that what’s stopping you from making out with me?” “or have you never made out with anyone before and you’re scared it’s gonna suck.” teasing him , but he didn’t take that lightly. “yeah?”
maybe it was the cannabis running through his system , or the condescending smirk on your face , but sunoo couldn’t stop himself — soon his hand found your neck , not choking you but definitely stopping your high giggles , your eyes opening in shock . “you think that?” his tongue swiping across your bottom lip , teasing you before kissing you. he held you by your neck as he ravished you , his tongue slipping into your mouth. it was slow; messy and lazy — but it was the hottest fucking kiss you’ve ever shared with someone , and it was with your best friend.
eventually you both had to pull away , he gave your lips a few pecks — he smirked looking at your state. “look at you.” his thumb swiping across your lip , wiping the spit off ; pulling at it , a whimper emitting from your lips. “you like that didn’t you?” his fingers ghosting your waist. “i’m barely touching you and you’re twitching.” head tilting to the side , the boy currently above you didn’t feel like your best friend. “that kiss did a number on you pretty didn’t it?” hands slipping into your sweats. “su-sunoo.” his finger stroking your clothed clit. “you’re so sensitive baby.”
pushing your panties to the side , pushing a single finger inside. “so wet , my finger just slipped inside.” you had to be dreaming , a side effect of the weed — were you greening out right now? there was no way your best friend of so long , was currently fingering you right now , he added another finger , speeding up, you gripped his wrist as he continued his ministrations on your clit. “fuck sunoo i’m gonna cum..” you gasped , he hummed. “you gonna cum ? make a mess all over my finger?” he groaned , cock straining against sweats. “come on , cream my fingers.”
before you could even get through your first bliss , he was shoving his pants down , his cock springing up , nice sized and thick — he had a pretty cock , his tip red and dripping with pre-cum. “you want it baby?” he kissed your cheeks softly. “sunoo please fuck me.” whining as he teased your clit , pushing himself inside you. “sh-shit.” he groaned , his cock filling you up. “fuck you’re so tight.” rocking his hips , his dick sawing in and out of you. “fuck sunoo!” pinning your waist down to the bed as pounded into you. “so fucking good for me.” he groaned. “tell me you love it pretty , tell me you love my cock stretching you out like this.”
you couldn’t speak , your head was spinning. “su-sun.” he chuckled as your tried to get the words. “poor girl , fucked dumb -fuck- yo-you thought i didn’t even know how to kiss you , but now -fu..fuck- now you’re dumb on my cock , you gonna cum again.” his thumb circling your clit. “cum baby , cum all over my cock.” the slapping sounds filling the room along with the tv as you reached your second peak , moaning sunoos name over and over as he pushed you past your orgasm. “fuck i’m cumming.” he cursed. “shit…” pulling out just as spurts of his cum landed on your cunt , he tapped the head of his cock on your folds as you came down. “you okay?”
he looked at you with low hazy eyes. “you aren’t in pain are you?” the sudden personality switch gave you whiplash. “talk me pretty.” you nodded. “i’m okay.” he smiled. “good.” making sure you had enough water , the snacks not seemly enough for you in his mind. “i should order you some food , i don’t think snacks are enough.” cleaning you up the pre-rolls and infused treats sitting on the nightstand ready to be used again. “did we just fuck up?” he asked. “do you feel like we fucked up?” he shook his head no. “then no we didn’t , you wanna do it again?” his cheek turned red again , he nodded and you climbed into his lap , taking a piece of brownie , feeding it to him.
SUMMARY: who wouldn't let beomgyu in a vampire costume bite them?
WARNINGS: biting (duh), slight roleplay, petname (baby), mild cursing, no prep (please prep), unprotected (don't be silly wrap your willy),
WORD COUNT: 359
A/N: ignore how late this is, i got attacked by fanfic writer curse
you were starting to regret coming to this party. you were mostly regretting letting your boyfriend out dressed as a vampire.
there was just something about those fake fangs. you couldn’t look away from them, and he knew what he was doing. making sure you saw each stupid smirk and smiling extra wide for pictures.
he couldn’t help but tease you, “y/n don’t i look good with fangs?” and “why do you keep staring? do you want me to bite your neck?” but in his defense he didn’t expect you to admit to your desires.
and here you are in some random bed at a costume party.
“shit baby did the fangs really get you this wet? i don’t even think you need prep.” you can’t help but feel embarrassed at how he stares at you, but the embarrassment soon fades when you feel him entering you causing you to let out a low moan.
his shallow thrusts only making you need him more, “gyu~ i thought you said you were going to bite me,” “i mean if that's what you want,” he taunts.
you watch as his head dips to your shoulder, your body fills with anticipation. finally, the one thing you’ve wanted all night, you feel the sting of his teeth on your skin. it’s not enough to break the skin, just enough to feel the burn and all the pleasure that comes with.
you feel his hips stutter inside you, “holy shit you really liked that.” all you can do is nod your head and whine.
before you can manage to ask him to continue, you’re attacked by an onslaught of bites. your shoulder, your collarbone, your neck, and even some nibbles on your breasts.
pain turned to pleasure, only amplified by the feeling of beomgyu thrusting hard and fast inside of you. both of you chasing your highs. the room becoming louder and stuffier as each nerve feels like it’s on fire.
before you know it that knots in both your stomachs has come undone and you’re both out of breath, “never knew you’d be into something like this, we should do that more often.”