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PAIRINGS Lo’ak x humanfem!reader

SYNOPSIS Although you and Lo’ak are broken up, you still catch his eye and you’re all that he cares about. All your friends get tired of this, and eventually set you two up to get you two back together.

TAGS smut, pinv, fingering, titsplay, orgasm (f and m), Payakan is the mastermind, Lo’ak gets jealous of Ao’nung and Neteyam, 2.8K WC

A/N Another Lo’ak fic ♡ Might write for Neteyam/Jake/ Miles next. Also Capstain save a ho is still a banger I miss the 2022 edits

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Your ex-boyfriend, Lo'ak, simply can't stand seeing you with another guy.

Even though you two have been broken up for a month, it’s still obvious that you’re still all he cares about.

You and Ao’nung are weaving bracelets together in his marui when Ao’nung finally speaks up in a hushed tone.

“Bro, look over.” Ao’nung eyes his 6 o’clock, shifting uncomfortably. You follow his gaze just to meet Lo’ak’s smoldering gaze. He’s out in the shallow waters playing with Tuk, Neteyam and a few other young Metkayina na’vi. But his gaze is lasered in on you two, where you and Ao’nung’s fingers are touching from holding the same bracelet string. Ao’nung quickly drops his hand and shifts a couple of steps away from you.

Neteyam nudges Lo’ak and then he is blinking as he looks away grumpily, leaping into the waters and causing a few of the younger na’vi to shriek and quickly speed paddle away from him.

Don’t even get started on when you were having sparring training with Neteyam. Lo’ak’s supposed to be having lunch a few feet away, but he ends up just staring at the way you dodge, tackle, and laugh as you try not to get absolutely destroyed by Neteyam.

“Hey, watch it,” you laugh as Neteyam pokes your side with a dummy spear. “Not everyone was born to be a warrior.”

“You’re so tiny, look at you.” Neteyam laughs as he picks you up. Being one of the few humans living in the Metkayina village, height has always been an issue. You often try to ignore the fact that Tuk, a literal child, looks down at you when she talks to you. You flail in his arms as he spins you around.

“Neteyam, put me down.” You’re giggling, giddy as you push against his firm chest.

And then Lo’ak is beside you two.

“Hey. Dad wants to talk to you.”

“Alright, bro.” Neteyam shoots Lo’ak a knowing look as he settles you down onto the ground, patting your head affectionately as he does so.

Your eyes meet briefly with Loak’s, and then he is quickly looking away, his ears flattening and his tail lashing aggressively behind him.

The last straw comes when you’re out visiting the tulkuns with the other na’vi. You’re swimming around when you see the magnificent animal cutting through the waters towards you.

Payakan! You wave at him enthusiastically, kicking forward to meet him. Payakan lets out a gleeful call that resonates through the water.

My brother has been talking about you. Alot. he tells you. You can’t help but laugh, a stream of bubbles streaming from your mouth.

Lo’ak? You ask, fingers moving to sign his name. Pakayan’s large eye fixes on you as you grasp onto his enormous grey fin and pull yourself up onto it.

He makes another noise, sounding almost exasperated. I’m getting tired of my brother talking about you all the time.

He needs to know that we’re broken up, you tell him with a sad smile. Payakan lets out a sound that sounds like a snort.

Hold on tight, dreamwalker, he tells you.

You tilt your head at him curiously. “Why do I have to –? WOAH!”

You don’t even have time to finish your sentence before Payakan takes off like a bullet, cutting through the water at breakneck speed. You’re holding on for dear life, your body desperately wrapped around his fin.

“PAYAKAN!” you shriek just before he dives into the waters, submerging you whole. The world becomes a rush of bubbles and coral reefs and blue.

It doesn’t take long before he abruptly comes to a stop. You resurface, gasping for breath. You’re completely drenched, as you run a hand through your soaked, tangled hair. Your heart is still racing as you try to orient yourself.

“What the fu– what was that–” you gasp, leaping out of the waters…and run straight into a wall.

Except the wall is blue.

Wait, it isn’t even a wall.

You stumble away from Lo’ak’s toned stomach, and he’s quick to catch you before you slip and fall.

You take a look at your surroundings. You’re in a bioluminescent cave, surrounded by shimmering blue waters. The cave walls glitter at you, like the stars. You can swear that they are winking at you.

“Payakan?” Lo’ak’s gaze shifts to look at the tulkun. Payakan lets out a pleased noise.

Sort things out before you leave, brother. he chides, glaring at Lo’ak.

You spit out some water in your mouth from Payakan’s kidnap. “You set us up?!”

You swear you hear Payakan giggle, before he dives back into the clear waters, his tail swishing happily behind him. You turn back to look at Lo’ak, hastily running a hand through your hair once more and wiping water from your face, trying to make yourself look at least presentable and not like you just got dragged through the ocean by a tulkun.

Let’s just get out of here,” you mutter, looking back warily at the waters. It seems impossibly deep and a long way back to the surface. Under the dim lighting of the enclosed bioluminescent cave, the spots on Lo’ak glow faintly. He’s looking at you with those soft amber eyes, head slightly tilted.

He’s so gorgeous you feel your heart physically wrenching. You can tell why you fell for him before.

“...yeah, okay.” Lo’ak diverts his gaze to the waters, his tail flicking anxiously behind him. “Look, I’m so, so sorry about Pakayan.”

“It’s fine.” You laugh. “Payakan is a good friend.”

“You think?” Lo’ak is smiling now. The atmosphere shifts, and his shoulders are visibly more relaxed as you two gradually fall back into that familiar rhythm of what you two once were.

“Uh-huh.” you nod at him. “I mean…he’s obviously trying to solve your…problems.”

Lo’ak snorts, watching you crouch and test the waters with your legs. “He told you about what I said about you?”

Shrugging, you dive into the water, determined to work out the underwater cave system. The waters are deep, and the cave gets wider the further you push yourself towards the faint glow of light in the distance where the exit must be. You don’t make it halfway before your lungs start straining, and you’re forced to return back for air.

You break through with a gasp, splashing water everywhere and all over Lo’ak.

“Y/n!” Lo’ak is already there, hands gripping your arms as he hauls you up with surprising ease. Your chest heaves as he lays you gently onto the cool cave floor, water streaming off both of you. “Did you find it?”

“Yeah,” you manage between breaths, “But I can’t make it. I can’t hold my breath for long enough.” Lo’ak’s ears flick as he turns to study the water thoughtfully. Then, without hesitation, he dives.

You watch him disappear beneath the surface, admiring how much stronger and smoother he gets when he’s moving in water as his blue figure gets further and further away. Despite being a forest na’vi, he’s truly made for the ocean .

It takes a few minutes, and you’re starting to worry, but he eventually resurfaces near the centre of the pool, water sluicing off his shoulders as he treads water with ease. The dim bioluminescent glow catches on his wet skin, highlighting the lean muscle of his chest and arms (you force yourself to stop staring).

“I can get us through,” he says, pushing the wet braids back from his face. “Just hold onto me. I’m fast enough.”

“Hmm. Sounds like a plan.” You’re smiling as you think back to Payakan, who probably planned all this out. You’ve heard how tulkuns are highly intelligent creatures…and yet you’re still impressed at Payakan’s little scheme. Lo’ak seems to be thinking the same thing too, because he suddenly asks, “So, what did Payakan say about me?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, blue guy.” You look up at him, giving him a teasing nudge. Lo’ak frowns as he climbs onto the cave floor, sitting next to you. “...maybe just how you talk about me all the time?”

Lo’ak lets out a huff of indignation. “It was only a few times. Payakan is always exaggerating.”

“Oh really? You want me to bring up the time you were just lasering in on me and Ao’nung making bracelets together? Or when Neteyam and I were training together?”

Lo’ak looks away, something vulnerable flickering across his face. “Well… I mean…”

He struggles for a moment, jaw working, before the words finally break free. “Okay. I admit it. I miss you.”

The confession hangs heavy in the air between you. Your heart pounds in the sudden silence, broken only by water lapping against the cave.

“Lo’ak.” Your voice comes out soft as you reach for his hand, threading your fingers through his. “If you missed me, you should have just said so.”

His ears pin back, then flick forward. “I wanted to give you space.” Something breaks in his expression, and suddenly, he’s talking, as words tumble out in a rush like he’s afraid if he stops, he’ll never get them out.

“I never wanted to break up in the first place, okay? Watching Ao’nung put his hands on you makes me want to lose my goddamn mind. And Neteyam—” His voice cracks slightly. “Seeing him make you laugh like that, the way I used to… I thought if I just stayed away, maybe you’d be better off. Maybe we’d both—”

Typical Lo’ak, you think to yourself. However, you don’t let him finish, for you close the distance between you, capturing his lips with yours, swallowing whatever nonsense he’s about to utter.

His breath hitches sharply, his whole body going rigid with surprise, before he eventually melts into you. His hand tightens around yours, almost desperately.

The kiss is achingly brief. You pull back just enough to meet his eyes, watching the way his pupils have blown wide, his breathing uneven.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

“You’re such a skxwang, you know.”

Lo’ak simply stares back at you, his pupils blown wide like a cat’s. The look he’s currently giving you sends chills down your spine. His grip on you tightens.

One, two, three heartbeats pass by with you two just staring each other down.

And then he’s kissing you back fervently, hungrily, a hand gently cupping your cheek in contrast to the way he’s absolutely ravaging your mouth. You let out a soft gasp, and his tongue slips in, surprisingly gentle and careful, as if he’s testing the waters. You circle your arms around his neck, hoisting yourself onto his lap. His arms immediately go down to your waist to hold you, helping you up. You have to kneel in order to get to his height, as you deepen the kiss all whilst doing this.

You finally pull back, gasping for air. Lo’ak’s eyes are slightly glazed and lidded as he looks down at you, his tail lashing and curling around your torso possessively. He looks absolutely starved and the hungry look in his eyes is causing a minor storm of butterflies in the pits of your stomach.

“Lo’ak…”

His jaw clenches, his voice dropping an octave. “Don’t say my name like that, or I’ll forget that we’re supposed to be taking this slow.”

“Who said I wanted to take this slow?” You let your hands trail down his chest, over his smooth blue skin, absentmindedly tracing over his pretty blue stripes that streak along the sides of his body.

Lo’ak lets out a noise in his throat. In a fluid motion, he swiftly grabs your arms and pins you to the ground, his body hovering inches away from yours. His hand firmly holds your arms above your head, and the other grips your waist.

“Are you sure?” he whispers.

You laugh. “Just fuck me already, Lo’ak.”

Lo’ak doesn’t need to be told twice. He gently pulls away your beaded chestpiece, his breath catching as your tits spring free.

He can never get enough of your tits, he thinks, as he brushes a thumb over your left nipple, causing it to instantly harden as you let out a soft moan. His eyes are so dilated their almost black, as he trails soft open mouthed kisses down your neck to your tits, and he takes your right nipple into his mouth all whilst he’s pinching and toying with your left.

He doesn’t stop until you’re a moaning mess under him. Satisfied, he trails even further down, carefully working you out of your loincloth with his deft fingers. You let him undress you, and it doesn’t take long before you feel a finger teasing at your folds, spreading them apart for him to see.

“So fucking pretty. All mine.”

His fingers find your clit with ease, and he gently pinches, watching you as you let out a shriek and arch into the pleasure. He slips a finger in, thick and long, smirking at how wet you already are.

“Don’t get too proud of yourself.” you tell him, your face burning. “You–fuck!”

His fingers press against your G-spot as he curls them, causing you instantly to lose all train of thought and your eyes to roll to the back of your head. Lo’ak has the audacity to laugh at you, as he leans back forward greedily to catch your lips in his once more. You melt into his kiss, into the feel of him. You move your hands down to his loincloth, tugging at them desperately. Lo’ak grins against your lips, putting his large warm hands over yours and helping you remove his loincloth. His cock finally springs free, and you have to bite the inside of your cheeks to keep yourself from moaning at the sight of this beautiful na’vi in front of you.

His whole body is perfect, blue and slender but still strong and broad. His cock is painfully erect, throbbing against his stomach and leaking precum. You wrap your hand around his cock and the slightest touch causes Lo’ak to let out a groan, his head thrown back. You guide his cock to your entrance and he watches you with lidded eyes. His pretty blue tip is slick with precum as he rubs teasingly up and down your slit, catching your sensitive little clit.

“Think you can handle my cock, sevin?” Lo’ak says teasingly, running his hand through your hair.

You let out a huff. “You’re not that great at sex, Lo’ak.” You both know that’s a lie, for the memories of several instances where Lo’ak has your screaming his name pressed under him come flooding back to you.

“We’re doing this, huh?” Lo’ak grabs onto your hips as he pushes in, his hands so big that they completely cover your hips. He’s huge, and your eyes are already rolling to the back of your head before he’s even completely pushed in.

“Hey, hey. Eyes on me when I’m fucking you.” Lo’ak cups your chin, tilting your face so that you’re looking dead into his eyes. He rolls his hips again, and you literally think you’re going to see heaven.

His cock rubs deliciously against your G spot, causing you to whimper as he sets a steady pace. Hoisting your legs over his shoulders, he reaches even deeper, hitting all the right spots and causing you to near your orgasm at an embarrassingly quick rate.

To say that you’ve been touched-starved over the past few weeks is an understatement. You grasp desperately at his sides, and Lo’ak notices this. Like the little devil that he is, he goes even faster, absolutely pounding into you.

“I know you’re close, sevin.”

“Am not,” you gasp out between thrusts.

In response, Lo’ak reaches out and fondles your left tit, rolling and twisting your sensitive nipple between his fingers. That is the tipping point.

You let out a shriek as your orgasm comes barrelling, and it’s almost explosive as you pulse around his length, fingernails digging into his back as the delicious orgasm rolls through you. Lo’ak doesn’t take long either, before his mouth falls open in a small moan as he pulls out of you. His fingers reach down, rubbing tight circles around your clit to replace his cock, as spurts of white shoot out of his cock and splatter all over your chest and stomach.

You collapse onto the ground in a boneless heap, breathing hard and still basking in the afterglow of an orgasm. Lo’ak is quick to circle his arms around you, a hand on the back of your head to prevent you from knocking against the hard ground. He lays down beside you, his chest rising and falling. He watches you as you adjust yourself so that you’re looking at him at eye-level.

He gently moves stray strands of your hair out of your face, and his tail comes out to wrap around you, pulling you closer to him. You snuggle into his warmth.

“I love you,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

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The sun is setting when you two finally get back to the village. You’re getting out of the water and Lo’ak is helping you up when you’re met face to face with Neteyam, Kiri, Ao’nung, Roxto, Spider, and a few others. The knowing smirk on all their faces tell you that they know exactly what you and Lo’ak have been up to.

“Just shut up, bro.” Lo’ak tells his brother, whose grin spreads even wider.

“I wasn’t about to say anything!” he protests.

Kiri just rolls her eyes.

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Human fem! reader x aged up! Lo’ak

Lo’ak after finding out that you’ve never had an orgasm

SUMMARY You are best friends with Lo’ak. You tell Lo’ak everything, including things like your relationships and sex life. And so, Lo’ak is naturally protective of you and is incredulous when he hears that you’ve never had an orgasm before. You’ve always thought that it is impossible to cum from having sex with a partner…until Lo’ak proves you wrong.

TAGS sex in the forest, eating out, face riding, tongue fucking, female orgasm, Lo’ak calls you sevin, reader is a friendly RDA scientist, smutty blurb, 1.1k WC ♡

A/N Lo’ak was WAY too fine in afaa I had to do something

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“What? You can’t be serious right now.”

You roll your eyes at him. “It’s not a big deal, Lo’ak. If I had known you’d make it such a big deal –”

Lo’ak is trailing behind you as you two walk the familiar route from the forest back to the Met’kayina village, feet noisily crunching down leaves and hitting branches left and right. He emerges from a particularly leafy tree, shaking the bioluminescent leaves out of his braids and grabbing your arm. You turn to look back at his serious face, slightly peeved off.

“You’re saying,” Lo’ak says, his voice incredulous, “That your partners have never made you cum?”

“Yea, but so what?” you demand. What you can’t quite understand is why he is acting so shocked and… you can’t quite discern his expression. Is he mad? At your exes?

Lo’ak throws his hands into the air. “Y/n, if I had known that you were dating straight up losers all this time…”

“Lo’ak,” you say patiently, touching his arm. He relaxes instinctively at your touch as he looks down at you, his ears flattening against his skull. “It’s not a big deal. As long as my partner is happy and I’m satisfied, it doesn’t matter whether I orgasm or not.”

“No, you don’t get it,” Lo’ak protests, his tail flicking behind him. “I don’t want you to just be satisfied. I want you to truly enjoy it, instead of letting some asshole use you for his own pleasure.”

“What does an orgasm even feel like, anyways?” you ask. “You’re talking as if you’re a woman pleaser and all that. When was the last time you talked to another female without scaring them off, huh?” you tease, poking his side which causes him to yelp in protest.

Still feeling proud of your little insult, you’re giggling to yourself as you turn back to continue the trail back home.

Instead, you feel your feet leave the ground as a pair of strong blue arms pick you up with comical ease and gently pin you against a tree. You’re at eye level with Lo’ak now, his gaze meeting yours with a surprising intensity. There’s a sudden shift in the atmosphere as you look at him, suddenly feeling nervous and a little scared with the look he’s giving you.

“Woman pleaser, huh? I’ll show you woman pleaser.” His voice has dropped an octave lower. Perhaps he’s hurt by the comment, or perhaps he wants to prove something about himself, but you’ve never seen this side of him.

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The next thing you know, you’re pinned to the forest floor, your legs spread embarrassingly wide for the whole forest to see.

And sitting between your legs is no one other than Lo’ak, his hands digging firmly into your thighs to keep them spread for him as he presses soft kisses on the inside of your thighs, each kiss nearing your pussy.

“Lo’ak,” you whine, your impatience growing. Why is Lo’ak taking his own sweet time when your cunt is right there?

His fingers finally find the waistband of your shorts, and he helps you tug it over your legs and toss them to the side. Lo’ak’s fingers, slender and huge, press teasingly into your soaked panties, right over your throbbing clit.

“Yes sevin (pretty)?” Lo’ak’s taking his own sweet time and you know that’s his way to tease you. To make you desperate for him. There’s an annoyingly smug look on his face as he watches you squirm and put your hand over your mouth to muffle your moans. His face is inches from your wet cunt as he looks up at you with those gorgeous golden eyes, soft lips hovering over where you need him the most. You can feel his warm breath over your sensitive clit and you let out another groan.

“Lo’ak, please just...” you don’t get to finish your sentence when his soft lips finally wrap around your throbbing nub, the contact instantly causing you to let out a shriek as pleasure shoots through you, your hands flying to his hair and gripping at his braids. You feel him smirking against your pussy as you’re crying his name for the whole forest to hear.

You’ve never felt this kind of pleasure before with other previous partners, with the way Lo’ak sucks on your clit whilst his big strong hands firmly keep your legs spread wide for him to feast on. His tongue pokes out between his lips, wet and warm, licking a long stripe up your slit as he holds eye contact with you, his eyes determined.

“Eywa, you’re fucking delicious. Please, sit on my face.” With his arms, Lo’ak hoists you up so that he's lying down now and you’re the one sitting on his face. Your face is burning from the compromising position as you look down at him and his beautiful face. His fingers are on your hips now, guiding you to grind down on his nose with ease as his tongue pokes at your entrance.

To your surprise, a strange pressure gradually starts building in the pit of your stomach every time your clit grinds down against the tip of his nose. His tongue is in you now, exploring your insides and reaching deeper than any human could, flicking and pressing and thrusting against your G-spot. The pressure grows and you start squirming more, and Lo’ak senses it.

“Fuck! Lo’ak,” you gasp, your body trembling as the feeling intensifies. “I think… I think I’m…”

“Cum, sevin. I want you to cum whilst I’m eating you so good.”

The feeling that follows is indescribable as you reach your height. Your orgasm is almost explosive as you shake against his nose, causing you to accidentally grind down on him once more when your clit is already oversensitive and heightened with pleasure. His hands lock you down in place on his face, relentless and refusing to let you go until you’ve ridden through your orgasm.

You groan as you collapse onto the grassy floor, and Lo’ak catches you, scooping you up in his arms and cradling you gently. You’re completely spent as you let Lo’ak hold you.

You know you’re never going to hear the end of this.

“So…no guy can make you cum, huh?”

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would you be okay with taking smut requests for people who aren’t Hayden if you also realize you find them attractive? I LOVEEE the way you write and barely anyone else writes for this other celebrity I love 😩 it’s okay if you aren’t comfortable doing that though and I love your works!🥹🤍

ofc sweet gal!!! spill the celeb name and i’ll see what i can do❤️❤️

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YOUR DILF ANAKIN FIC I CANTT OMG 😩😩😩😩

i mean just look at him 🤭🤭

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Hii:)! I loveeee your love & deepspace fics btw and i was so glad that you also wrote about Anakin omgomgomg! i wanna know if you are going to do more Anakin fics soon? 🫶🫶

thank you sweetie <3333 currently don’t have any anakin works in my drafts but feel free to send in suggestions / plot ideas

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this is killing me

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Yeon Sieun using you as his stress reliever from his studies. ❀⋆ೃ࿔

WARNINGS/TAGS MDNI 18+, explicit content, mentions of p in v sex, clit stim, grinding, oral m!receiving, mean Sieun

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It all started when you were trying to tease Sieun in his room.

Climbing into his lap, grinding against his thigh, whimpering and whining, you were doing everything to get him to pay attention to you. Sieun was determined at first, focusing on his literature report whilst he tried to hold back his moans, but when you had gone as far as unzipping his pants and taking his length into your mouth he completely broke his resolve, grabbed you by fistfuls of your hair and fucked your throat, just using your mouth like it was his personal fleshlight.

From then onwards, he was addicted to you.

Whenever you two were together in his room during your study sessions, and he simply couldn’t figure out the solution to a math problem, it would always end up with him fucking your throat or cunt. And the sex got more intense over time as he got better and gave into his suppressed desires.

And he was mean whenever he was upset over an unsolvable question. Eyes dark and mouth slightly parted from the pleasure as he completely took it out on you, his cock driving into your tight pussy with surprising rigour.

To be honest, you loved this side of him, which you never saw outside of this room. Fucking you so meanly whilst whispering the nastiest things to you.

“God, you’re so tight.”

The bed was creaking from how hard Sieun was fucking into you, grabbing onto your hips to hold you in place as he repeatedly thrusted up against your sweet spot. The side of his lips curled into a smirk as he watched in satisfaction as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

As if the pleasure wasn’t enough, his hands slid over your stomach and pressed down over where his cock was buried in your pussy and you let out a squeal. Sieun leaned in close, his lips brushing over your neck and to your jaw as his other hand moved to thumb your clit, the contact of his finger against your bud sending electric shocks up your body.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” His breath was hot against your neck as his index finger drew teasing circles around your clit. “You’ll cum, won’t you?” You could only nod, your brains had turned into mush from how good Sieun was dicking you down and you could barely form words.

Your body took his words like it was a command, grabbing his arm like an anchor as you came around his thick cock. A soft, satisfied noise left his lips as he watched you come undone underneath him, and he finally pulled out of you.

He took out his napkin from his study table and gently dabbed at your inner thighs, dragging the soft silk over your slit as he held your hand.

“You know, I think I finally figured it out. The answer to that last calculus question.”

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Broken Heater pt.1 | Go Hyuntak x reader

SYNOPSIS Gotak practically grew up with you, since you were Baku’s younger sister. He always had a special affection for you, and you never realised that until he got too close to you one winter.

TAGS/WARNINGS childhood friends to lovers au, christmas festivity, overprotective Gotak, eventual smut, fluff 1.2k wc, chapter 1

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Being Baku’s younger sister, you’d practically known Gotak for your whole life. Ever since you two were little kids, he’d been in your life, whether it was hanging out at your house, or eating lunch with both of your friend groups together.

Your relationship and love for Gotak had always been special. He always looked out for you, especially in school. He would say that he only cared for you because you were Baku’s sister, but if he were to be truly honest with himself, it was way more than that. He loved you for as long as he could remember.

In school, Gotak made sure nobody picked on you, often snuck you sweets during free periods(“Please don’t tell Baku or he’ll crash out on me, okay?”), and taught you basketball and taekwondo, even though you were rather bad at it.

He also made sure no stupid boy broke your heart. When he found you sobbing at the foot of the library staircase one day because a guy from your class had asked you out then proceeded to get caught making out with his ex the day after.

It was safe to say that you never say that boy ever again, because he went missing from school for weeks before promptly transferring to another school on the opposite side of the country. You had always thought it was strange, but never questioned that incident, or questioned how Gotak always always looked so exceptionally angry whenever someone brought up his name.

Christmas rolled by, and as per usual you were getting into the spirit: shopping for presents with Baku at the winter themed mall, decorating your christmas tree with the most adorable ornaments and warm fairy lights. Hell, you were even talking about “getting with a guy because it’s romantic with the festivity and all”.

Baku just shook his head at you. “Yah, what you need to do right now is to only focus on your studies. Don’t waste your time on random men, understand?” he said sternly and you let out a groan, turning to look at Gotak.

“Help me out!” you shot him a pleading look from across the living room.

Gotak, who always laughed along and usually took your side, suddenly went unnaturally quiet. He looked away, and took a drink out of his mug of hot cocoa. “You heard your brother.” He said in a neutral tone, but his feelings of annoyance were evident on his face. “You shouldn’t be dating around.”

And so the case was closed, and you slumped your shoulders in defeat as you somberly thought about how you were going to have yet another loveless Christmas.

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Your change of feelings for Gotak was abrupt.

There was a snowstorm. You had seen the news from the television in your living room, whilst curled up on the couch doing your homework. You suddenly sat up straight, as the weatherman announced that the snowstorm may possibly last for days and was “possibly the most heavy snowstorm the town has seen in years”.

“Oh no. Gotak! He’s still outside at basketball training!” You scrambled for your phone, fingers fumbling at your phone screen and you quickly dialed his number. You bit your lip anxiously as Gotak answered.

“Gotak! Where are you?” You cried out. You could hear the howling of wind from the other end which wasn’t helping you calm your nerves. “Are you alright? Are you in the neighbourhood?”

“That’s a lot of questions,” Gotak yelled over the wind. You almost thought that you heard a chuckle. “But yeah, I’m in the neighbourhood.”

“Come to my house right now!”

“You’re that worried for me?” Gotak teased. “Alright, I’m coming right now.”

Gotak crashed out at your house for the rest of the day. He was still dressed in his basketball jersey and shorts, with a winter jacket loftily thrown over his fit. You let out a sigh of exasperation when you saw him (“You’re always so worried I get sick Gotak, but have you seen how you dress? You’re not any better than me, seriously!”) and dragged him into the living room. Gotak spent some time working on various basketball drills, weaving around the coffee table and obnoxiously doing high-knee kicks and push ups whilst you continued on your essay project, until he got bored of that and insisted that you two make something together.

Neither of you were particularly talented in baking. But the cookies you both made were fairly edible and you both had a lot of fun making them, whilst snow continued to pile up outside the kitchen window.

You were getting ready for bed before the heater broke. Groaning and cursing your bad luck, you and Gotak tried your best to fix it, but being two high school kids, you two did not have much combined IQ.

Maybe it was natural for Gotak. Maybe for him, it was just another simple, loving gesture for his best friend’s little sister, but he acted so… normal when he held you under layers of blankets, arms wrapped tight around you and breath warm on your cheek as you two’s combined body heat under the sheets were the only heaters that kept you both warm in the midst of a snowstorm.

There had never been a physical boundary between you and Gotak. You guys often hugged, hit each other, hell, you always got Gotak to help you brush your hair. But there was something so much more intimate about this.

Something just clicked inside of you, and it was as if you had just truly realised how much Gotak loved you.

“Why does the heater have to choose to break down? At this time?” you belated. It was dark under the blankets and Gotak let out a sleepy quiet sigh, as he shifted to pull you closer into his chest.

“Worst timing ever, huh…” he mumbled.

“Hey,” he said suddenly. “Have you ever kissed anyone?” He laughed to himself. “Of course not, you’re terrible with guys.”

“I swear I’ll kick you out of the blankets right now!”

Gotak’s eyes gradually opened, and then they crinkled at the corners as he grinned. Even under the dim lighting, you could tell that he found the situation funny.

“Of course not. I’ve never kissed anyone, so what’s the problem?”

“Nothing. I guess I just find it funny … anyways, I bet you’re a terrible kisser.”

You lightly punched his chest. “What’s your deal? I should kick you out of my bed right now.”

“I don’t want to.” He replied, his eyes suddenly twinkling with humor.

You grabbed him by his shoulders and try to shake him out of your bed, but he grabbed onto you for stability, one hand tight around your waist and the other on the side of your neck, his warm palms hot against your skin. He pulled you in closer for fear of falling out of bed, as he laughed. A little bit of the blanket had slipped off you both from the wrestling and moving around, and moonlight shone in through the windowsill, casting his face in this gentle glow. You could feel his breath, warm and slow, as he looked at you with those eyes.

“Honestly… I don’t understand how someone like you has never been in a relationship.” He said lightly, as he continued to hold you in a steady gaze. You watched his lips part, as if he were about to say something.

Then he gently pushed you away and fell back to sleep.

That was the day you fell for Gotak. How could you not? After what he had just said? It was safe to say that you never saw Gotak the same ever again.

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Unexpectedly falling in love with the quiet boy from school ✶ pt.1

PAIRING Yeon Sieun x fem!Reader TAGS/WARNINGS eventual smut, slow burn, fluff, mostly build up for pt 1, school romance, whc 2 setting (but it's a co ed school) (appearance of Gotak, Baku and Juntae) 1.6k wc A/N I enjoyed writing this one so I hope that you guys enjoy it too ^^

It all started with you spotting your classmate Sieun walking past as you ate by yourself in a restaurant. Excitedly, you call out to him, and he walks up to you politely, but it somehow spirals into you two having brunch together. You two spend the rest of the day together, indulging in your two’s favourite books at the corner bookstore, knees awkwardly bent as he tries to lean in closer to you, absorbed in the world of books.

By the time you two realise that it’s already dark outside, polite Sieun insists that he walks you back home. You make a snarky comment about the group of drunk people that swagger past you two and he cracks a smile for the first time. You stare at him for a second too long, because he actually looks so gentle and at ease when he’s smiling, and maybe you’re just mesmerised, but he turns and looks right back at you, his eyes all soft and intense and you have to quickly turn away before you hit a lamppost.

The first few raindrops that fall onto you seem light enough, but it doesn’t take long before the drizzle turns into an outright downpour. You let out a shriek, as you take off into the night, pushing and shoving Sieun along with you. Sieun – bless his kind heart – shields you with his textbook, even though it barely helps.

You finally reach your house and you two bound into your cozy apartment, gasping for air and getting rainwater all over the floor. Again, he’s looking at you with eyes full of worry, and you try to lighten the mood, insisting that he stays for some hot broth ramen before he leaves.

“Before we do that, you need to dry up, or you’ll catch a cold.” he chides lightly, as he grabs a towel off your clothes rack and starts to pat it all over you. Once again, you two are standing way too close, his breath is warm and fanning out across your face, his eyes focused on getting your body dry. And then he suddenly stills, almost as if he just realised the entire situation, he drops the towel, his head lowered.

“I should get going.”

You look at him, confused, but he’s already backing away towards your door. You don’t stop him, just staring at his slowly disappearing silhouette into the night. ────────────────────── .✦

It’s so damn strange. You could have sworn you two were having the time of your lives before Sieun went all quiet on you. Maybe you’re a little upset too, at the way Sieun just left you that night. But then again, what could you expect from the loner boy that studies all day? You still see him in your class, with his airpods in and his eyes focused on his work in front of him. He doesn’t make an effort to talk, or to even acknowledge you, and you try to act like you’re not hurt at all.

What you don’t realise though, is the quick sweeping stares during Physical Education, or how his eyes always find you amongst the throng of people in the cafeteria, as if it’s his second instinct. Sieun is trying so, so hard to not let his emotions get the better of him. ────────────────────── .✦

You catch a cold and end up missing school for a week. At first, Sieun tries to ignore the empty desk beside him, but when you don’t show up for two days in a row, the nagging feeling of worry starts creeping up upon him again. It eats at him, and he finds himself staring blankly at the same math equation, as his thoughts are all-consumed by you. He’s trying so hard to ignore his feelings for you, but it has gotten to a point where he has to admit that dismissing them only makes it worse. Letting out a soft sigh, he resignedly shuts his textbook and grabs his bag, heading for the door.

When the doorbell rings, you think it’s your food delivery. You groan as you drag yourself out of the comforts of your bed, and open the door. “Thanks for the food! Have a great da–”

You freeze the moment you open your tired eyes wide enough to realise that maybe your delivery driver looks a little too familiar. Sieun looks down at you from the doorway, and you could have sworn that his shoulders instantly eased at the sight of you.

“What are you doing here?”

“What does it look like?” he says impatiently. “You’re sick, aren’t you? Why did you answer the door?”

“Because there’s no one else at home…?”

Are you having a fever dream right now? Sieun at your doorstep is currently the furthest thing from what you are expecting right now. Your head starts feeling light all over again, and your knees give away, but Sieun manages to sling an arm around your shoulders before you collapse onto the ground, his arm firmly wrapped around you. He keeps you upright, and you cling onto him as you fight the wave of light-headedness, groaning quietly.

Sieun guides you into your room, an arm still firmly wrapped around you. There’s this quiet determination about him as he sets you down into your bed, placing a hand over your forehead to check your temperature, his hand almost feels cool against your burning forehead. He tries to not let his nervousness show, instead focusing on little tasks to ensure that you’re alright and taken care of, like bringing glasses of warm water to you, reading the instructions for the medicines that you have to take, and preparing warm hearty meals to his best extent. When he’s done, he sits down by foot of your bed and does his work.

The first day, he’s more reserved, keeping his distance, but he shows up on the second day after school, and the third, and he gradually lets his guard down. He teaches you the school content of that day, and you just listen, your blanket wrapped around you as you look down at him from the edge of your bed.

On the fifth day, Sieun walks into your house just to find you bounding from the kitchen, holding a tray of cookies. He stares at you for a second, and he finds himself struggling to think, your complexion looks better than it has been for the past few days and there’s this relaxed, natural smile hanging off your lips as you close the distance between him. He finds his heart beating and blood rushing to his ears.

“I feel better today, and you’ve been taking care of me for the past few days, so I thought I could bake some cookies for us to share…” Sieun instinctively reaches out to hold onto the tray. “Vanilla and raspberry. Just like how the main character from the book likes it. You know, from the bookstore…” You ramble on, as you pick up a cookie and break off a piece, bringing it to his lips. He parts them, and you guide it into his mouth, stifling a nervous giggle. “…so? Is it good?”

“Mmm. Very.” He admits.

“I noticed you had a sweet tooth.” You continue on. “That day when we spent the whole day together…” You trail off, realising that it may be a sensitive topic.

“I’m sorry. For walking off like that. It’s just…I thought I would be better off without friends. Without anyone.”

“So you thought you would make it up to me by showing up at my place everyday and taking care of me when I’m sick?”

“I would have done that even if I hadn’t felt bad.”

“Why?” You look at him as you pick up a cookie and bite down on it. To say or to not say? So, instead of answering, he simply says, “Your cookies are really good.”, and leans in close to take a bite out of the cookie from your own mouth. It’s that nervous swoony feeling in the pits of your stomach all over again, whenever Sieun is so physically close to you. The moment doesn’t last long, because he’s pulling away and chiding you about the importance of rest when one is sick whilst munching on another two cookies. You go back to complaining about how much Sieun acts like a mother hen whilst pretending like your insides aren’t currently doing backflips. ────────────────────── .✦

Everything felt different when school resumed. You find your eyes naturally moving over to Sieun, and you stare, zoned out as you admire his side profile. The little crease that forms in between his eyebrows when the teacher talks about a harder theory, and the way he sometimes taps his pen on his notebook. The funny thing is, Sieun is doing the exact same thing, looking over at you, his eyes moving back and forth from the board to you. At one point, you two look over at the exact same time, and you turn away so quickly you could have gotten whiplash, your face burning from getting caught. Even your classmates have picked up on you two’s behavior, and your friends start teasing you about it after class. It’s the same situation on Sieun’s side, with Gotak and Baku reenacting the scene from just now, in their exaggerated fashion, whilst Juntae tries to not laugh out loud for the sake of Sieun.

“If you continue acting stupid, I swear I will confess to her for you.” Baku says threateningly, wagging a finger at Sieun.

“Baku, how does Sieun have a better love life than you right now? You could seriously do better.” Gotak grins. Baku turns on him with a frown. “Gotak, I swear I’ll hit you right now! You didn’t have to remind me!”

As per usual, Juntae is the most sensible one of the three. He turns to Sieun. “Sieun, do you like her? Just be honest.”

“Is that even a question?” Gotak asks incredulously whilst batting away Baku’s swats. “Have you seen the way he looks at her?”

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✶ PERCY JACKSON SERIES ✶

MDNI 18+, nsfw themes ૮ . . ྀིა⁩ ...and I will only be posting the fics that I like on here ‎♡‧₊˚ requests are open

°˖➴ Nico Di-Angelo

Nico almost loses it when he sees you get hurt during the war

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✶ SMALLVILLE ✶

MDNI 18+, nsfw themes ૮ . . ྀིა⁩ ...and I will only be posting the fics that I like on here ‎♡‧₊˚ requests are open

°˖➴ Clark Kent

Submissive and needy Clark, nsfw

Red K Clark gets jealous when you come home late, nsfw

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✶ WEAK HERO CLASS ✶

MDNI 18+, nsfw themes ૮ . . ྀིა⁩ ...and I will only be posting the fics that I like on here ‎♡‧₊˚ requests are open

°˖➴ Multi !

How they react when you ask “Wanna have ramyeon together back at my place?”

°˖➴ Yeon Sieun

Falling in love with the quiet boy from school pt 1

Yeon Sieun using you as a stress reliever, nsfw

°˖➴ Go Hyuntak

Broken heater pt 1

[redkallie]

“Wanna have ramyeon back at my place?”

SYNOPSIS You ask them the infamous question and how they react ⋆˚꩜｡

PAIRINGS Sieun | Suho | Hyun-Tak | Humin x reader

TAGS/ WARNINGS fluff, slight suggestive content

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Sieun

His eyes widen as he looks up from his work, his fingers tightening slightly around his pen.

“What?” He’s not sure if he heard right. Teasingly, you lean in closer to him.

“I said, wanna have ramyeon together back at my place? You need to take a break anyways, you’ve been studying for the whole day.” You complain, looking at him with sad puppy eyes. He’s trying so hard to not show his fluster, but the tip of his ears are turning pink and his pen is digging so hard into his textbook that it might poke a hole.

“I…I’m not…” You grab his hand and try to lead him out of the empty classroom, but he grips your hand hard and yanks you right back. You turn, staggering as you meet his wide eyes, and you can’t help but notice how his ears are turning an even deeper shade of red at record pace.

“Are you trying to start something?” His tone is quiet but dangerous.

“Start what?” You simply blink up at him, feigning innocence.

He makes a small disbelieving noise in the back of his throat. “You think I don’t know what you’re trying to do?”

“I just want some ramyeon…” you say, tilting your head, tone deliberately casual. “What else could I possibly mean?”

Sieun’s eyes grow lidded as his grip on you tightens.

“Fine,” he finally says, tossing his textbook back into his bag. “Let’s do as you say. But I hope you like it hot, because I don’t do mild.”

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Suho

Suho nearly falls out of his chair. To be fair, he was rocking it back and forth, so it’s totally his fault that he’s struggling to stabilize himself whilst he looks at you with the most scandalising expression.

“What are you trying to do?” he chokes out. Then he grabs his textbook and smacks it on your head. You let out a yelp of protest as he begins chasing you around with his textbook.

“Come here,” he demands. “Let me hit you one more time for what you just said.”

“I just wanna have ramyeon! What’s wrong with that?” You complain, as you dodge a whack. Suho tries to chase you around a desk, and you both go in circles, until he jumps over the desk and wraps his arms around you.

“Hey! Get off of me!” You’re shrieking and trying to stifle your giggles as he straddles you.

“You can’t just say this to any boy, you hear?” Suho wags a finger at you.

“Any boy?”

“Only me. Only say it to me.” He flashes you a grin. “Let’s go, we’ll make them my way.”

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Humin (Baku)

You nudge him playfully as you both linger outside your door.

“Wanna have ramyeon back at my place?”

He freezes mid-step as he turns to look at you. “Wait, what? Are we talking noodles or…you know…‘ramyeon’?”

You raise an eyebrow. “What do you think?”

Pink slowly creeps into his cheeks as you continue to look him square in the eyes.

“YAH! Don’t say stuff like that so casually! Are you feeling unwell or something? Huh?” His hand reaches out to press against your forehead.

You grin in response as you gently brush his hand away. “So… is that a yes?”

He grins, rubbing the back of his neck. “Of course it’s a yes…but only if there’s actual ramyeon too… unbelievable… I was just trying to walk you home.”

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Hyun-Tak (Gotak)

Hyun-Tak just laughs, his gaze momentarily flicking to the side before they return to you.

“Depends…are we eating first or later?” He leans in closer, his gaze so steady and unrelenting that your composure begins to waver.

“Uhm…I…” What the hell did he just say? You’re supposed to be the slick, flirty one right now. So why is your face burning and your heart beating out of your chest right now?

Hyun-Tak grins. “You okay? You were talking a big game just a minute ago.”

You force a laugh as you try to collect yourself. “Well… I just wasn’t expecting you to actually flirt back.”

“Why not?” he says softly. “You think I’ve been coming all this way just for the small talk?”

“So,” he says, voice low and eyes teasing, “is it ramyeon, or something else?”

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[redkallie]

Ok I gonna be so honest when I say this

The Nico di Angelo smut fic so good I need another 😔💥🗣

tysmmm bbg <3333 i’ll let yalls know when i enter another emo boy phase … but IF i do write another fic maaaybe it’s gonna be a threesome with an additional percy jackson

[redkallie]

SUMMARY Submissive and needy Clark ❀

WARNINGS/TAGS MDNI 18+, explicit content, mentions of fingering, groping, you two do it in the news room in school, subby Clark

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“Hnngh – fuck, we can’t be doing this right now,” Clark gasps, his breath stuttering as you push him up against the wall of the news room. His face is pink, his pupils blown wide and a slutty look on his face. You have both of your hands on his shoulders, pushing him down onto the wooden floor. and his mouth is slightly agape as he stares up at you with wide, needy eyes.

You giggle as you nip at his neck. “That’s why you have to be quiet, pretty boy.”

He’s just so responsive, moaning and whimpering, a hand clasped over his mouth in a futile attempt to stifle how loud he is. 

“Nnngh, need you right now. Please.” His hand slides down to grab at the plush of your ass. You bite back a groan when his fingers trail downwards, pushing your panties aside and sliding his thick long fingers right into your dripping pussy.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me, baby.” He leans forward, capturing your lips in his as he greedily kisses you and swallowing your moans. “So gorgeous. My girl.” His fingers curl at these words, deliciously hitting and pressing against your sweet spot.

You let out a sharp gasp as the sensation makes your knees buckle. He’s quick to notice, grabbing your hips with his other unoccupied hand and holding you in place and he continues to fuck his fingers into your cunt.

It’s obscene, with the loudness of the wet squelching sounds that your needy pussy makes for him, the plap plap plap sounds that echo across the room.

And him — a fucked-out expression on his face as he stares up with you. His eyes follow every movement, every reaction that he draws out from you, like the needy greedy bunny that he is.

He looks at you like it’s taking all his willpower to hold himself back.

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[redkallie]

SYNOPSIS Clark gets jealous and possessive when you come home late because you were out with your guy friend. ✶⋆.˚

(So he makes you call him whilst he fucks you.)

WARNING/TAGS MDNI 18+, explicit content, mentions of phone sex, jealous/ possessive sex, pwp, fingering, cunnilingus, slight breeding kink, mean Clark, red kryptonite Clark. 1K words

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“You’re home late.”

You nearly drop your purse. Whipping around, you see your boyfriend sitting with his arms crossed and manspreading on the couch. His brows knit even further as he takes in the skimpy little outfit that you’re currently wearing.

“Sorry,” you hastily apologise as you cross the room. But he stands, dwarfing you instantly as he slowly walks towards you, backing you up against the wall.

“No texts, no calls,” Clark says quietly, as he tips his head towards you to look you square in the eyes. “Whilst you’re just out there having fun with your guy friend.”

Pink creeps into your cheeks. “You know I would never do anything with them—”

Your phone starts buzzing in your pocket and you silently curse as you pull out your phone to stare down at the caller ID.

Your guy friend is calling at the worst possible time.

“What? Pick up the phone, darling, don't you need to answer his call?” It’s clear in Clark’s tone that you’re not being asked, you’re being told.

With trembling hands, you answer the phone.

“Hey,” Your friend says cheerily from the other side of the phone. “Did you get home safe?”

You wince at his choice of words. Looking back at Clark, he’s sliding down to his knees in front of you, hands firmly planted around your waist as his eyes are level with your core. You look down at him, and he simply looks back at you challengingly.

“Go on.” He says, quiet enough so that your guy friend doesn’t hear him. He stares straight up at you as his hands push up the material of your skirt, bunching it around your waist.

You try to collect yourself as you continue talking to your friend. “Yes, of course! You don’t have to—”

Clark pushes your panties to the side, his warm breath ghosting over your exposed cunt. Already, you can feel arousal dripping at your core.

“ —worry about me — nnngh!”

Without warning, Clark latches onto your dripping pussy. His tongue feels hot against your clit, as he swirls it around like a lollipop. A soft gasp escapes your lips as your body arches instinctively into his touch.

“Are you okay?” Genuine worry creeps into your friend’s voice. Biting your lip, you look down at Clark pleadingly. He just smirks back up at you, and you can feel his smirk against your sensitive little nub. “Yeah … so, um … why are you calling me?”

“Oh yeah. I was actually wondering if I could come over to your place for a short while, you know? I thought we had alot of fun just now and…”

Clark’s finger slips into your pussy and you moan out loud before you can even stop yourself, his thick, long fingers deliciously stretching out your tight walls.

If your earlier groans slipped by unnoticed, this one is unmistakable. Fuck. Your friend definitely heard it. So Clark just pulls the phone out of your hands, standing to his full height as he manhandles you against the wall, your tits pressed up against the cool surface.

“You wanna come over, huh?” He says into the phone. You hear the sound of a belt unbuckling behind you, and then his length is pressing up against your ass, sliding down a little to rub against your swollen clit.

And then he’s pushing his hard cock into your dripping wet pussy, rubbing against that sweet spot of yours that makes your eyes roll to the back of your head.

All whilst he’s holding the speaker of the phone to where your hips connect.

The wet plap plap plap sounds are obscene everytime he drives his cock into you. Clark just laughs meanly, as he grabs onto your hips to thrust harder into you. You’re a moaning mess, drunk on his cock, drunk on how good he makes your cunt feel.

“Maybe you can come over to watch. How’s that sound?” Clark muses into the phone, momentarily pulling back his hips just to snap harder into you, his balls slapping against your clit.

You let out another moan as you feel a delicious pressure building in your core. Clark senses it too, with the way you’re tightening around his length, and he hangs up, tossing the phone to the side as he picks you up like you weigh nothing and lays you down onto the couch, all whilst his length is still buried deep inside of you.

“Close, huh?” His tone is condescending, mean as he thrusts into you once more. A hand reaches out to brush the hair out of your eyes and the other slides down to thumb at your clit. You nod desperately, as you feel the pressure reach a tipping point.

“Then cum for me. Cum on my cock because no one can make you feel as good as I do.”

You let out a cry as your body spasms around him. You come hard and with his name on your tongue. Clark fucks you through the orgasm, rubbing tight little circles into your throbbing clit. He leans down to kiss you.

“So good,” he groans, as he reaches his own high, warm cum spurting out and filling your cunt. Clark fucks his cum into you as he kisses you, his soft hot lips fighting against yours. And when he pulls out, he reaches down to press against your entrance, as if he’s trying to prevent his cum from leaking out. You let out a little yelp from the sensitivity.

Realisation finally dawns on you. “Clark… you just… in front of my friend…”

Clark’s eyes narrow. “Looks like you haven’t learnt your lesson yet, huh? Do I need to teach you another?”

Already, his lips are on your neck, kissing and sucking hickeys onto the most revealing, obvious parts of your neck. His hand slides down your body once more to cup at your pussy, completely covering your pussy with how big his hand is.

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