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[femdomlieeh]

Sunset (m)

Sub!Pussy drunk!Needy!Beomgyu (TXT) x Dom!Afab!Reader

THEMES—nsfw ✧ a bit romantic ✧ and emo ✧ just a tiny bit toxic ✧ a bit nasty

WARNING—4.3k wc ✧ public sex (car by the beach) ✧ good boy & bratty!beom ✧ oral (f rec.) ✧ body worship (f rec.) ✧ teasing (f/m rec.) ✧ face-sitting (m rec.) ✧ praising ✧ light degradation (calling him dirty, your little slut etc) ✧ hickeys (f rec.) ✧ spitting (m rec.) ✧ hand job ✧ crying ✧ brief cum play ✧ cumming untouched ✧ hair pulling (m rec.) ✧ pet names (mommy, baby, little slut etc)

NOW PLAYING—SWEET / I THOUGHT YOU WANTED TO DANCE ✧ Tyler, the Creator ft Brent Faiyaz & Fana Hues

M.LISTS—txt ✧ latest updates ✧ read on wp

A/N. To sort out any possible confusion, this is what the interior of the car looks like; vintage, flat like a bed style. BUT imagine it's a roof less car🤟

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You were sitting on the driver's seat with your right hand on the steering wheel, left hand up in the air, warm wind kissing your skin before you put it down to rest on the edge of the car door. He was laying across the passenger's seat with his head on your thighs, staring up at the sky. You were on your way to nowhere in particular. This was your definition of adventure. His smile was bright contrary to his past, his eyes were full of the hope of a child and his laugh was the sound of an angel. With his sock-clad feet on the edge of the door and his long, fluffy, soft hair on your exposed legs he lowly sang along to a song.

You were watching the road, he was watching the pineapple purple sky until his eyes were on you. Smirk grew on his face. God knows what was going through that mischievous mind of his.

You remembered his soft lips crafted by the most-detailed-and-in-love artist on the skin on your thighs. The kisses he left were so light, barely brushing against you. Your hand found its way to his hair, he looked up at you with those impure eyes as the kisses he placed got slightly rougher. He loved seeing your reactions to his touches, gaining your approval; the satisfaction of your pleasure. Insecure boy. And damn was he horny too. Or was he in love?

Maybe he just lived in the moment.

Who would have the idea of spontaneously driving to nowhere for no reason, taking off their shoes, resting their feet on the edge of a car driving in high speed to get fanned for free by Mother Nature, put their head on the driver's lap and start kissing their thighs?

Beomgyu.

That was the simple answer. Beomgyu and nobody else.

He was the kind of character you saw in films and wish you'd had the pleasure of acquainting yourself with in real life but you don't because those people came from someone's fantasy and were carefully written and too rare to find in real life. You were lucky to have met him. Your dear, sweet Beomgyu.

After some minutes, he turned his body completely and laid on his tummy so he could get easier access to your skin, instead of having to turn his neck to kiss. Wearing shorts today had its perks. Kisses were peppered with so much care as he put his hand on your left leg and caressed it lightly so it'd be occupied and get attention too. As each second passed by it got harder and harder to focus on the road. He was such a distraction and he knew it. He loved distracting you. He loved any attention you gave him really, whether it was direct words when you'd praise or degrade or just knowing he was present in your thoughts whenever he received a cute "I miss you" text during long work hours.

"Baby, what are you doing?"

After two extra passionate kisses he answered, "Loving you."

"I'm driving."

Kiss. "Yes." Kiss. "And?" Kiss.

"Can't you love me some other time?"

He looked at you. Kiss. "Impossible." Kiss. "I can't not love you." Kiss.

You put your hand on his cheek softly, "I love you too, Beomgyu." Looking at the road, you couldn't see him but you felt his cheek move into a smile against your palm upon hearing your words. You smiled back at him, taking a quick glance at him and detecting a strand of hair in his eyes. In a split second you brushed his hair away, before Beomgyu went back to kissing your thighs again. He had always been so affectionate towards you, showing how much he appreciates all of you: your mind, your face, your body — your everything. He was so good with his words, hands and lips. You loved all of him.

A slow Lana Del Rey song later his featherlight kisses grew deeper until he was sucking on your flesh, trying to create purple marks. "You're making hickeys? How juvenile."

He laughed at your comment. It was true. Last time he remembered he'd put effort into creating hickeys was back in high school. "Maybe, but I bet your thighs will be so pretty with hickeys on them," he went back to work, making sure to suck more harshly to emphasise his point.

You were starting to get wet. And it was hard concentrating on the road and trying not to look down at the pretty man's lips on your lap every minute. You were driving on an empty country road so, thankfully, nobody could witness this raw act of love. Five or six or — who knows? — that's how many hickeys Beomgyu had created already and he was not finished yet. He experimentally bit on your thigh, looking up at you to observe if you liked it. "Hmmm." His bite got a little bit harder, still looking at you. "A bit gentler, Baby," you patted his head. "Okey," he smiled cutely at your small action and nickname and went back to the same force as on the first bite. Fuck, you needed to get out of this car and fuck him soon or you would go crazy.

The sun had begun to set. 19:22. There was plenty of time until the sun was down and gone. The sky was still somewhat bright with colours of pink and blue. You wanted to watch this beautiful sunset with Beomgyu but he was busy with his face in your thighs. Your eyes were on the empty road, looking at the signs and trying to come up with where to go when you recognised a name you'd heard of before when talking with friends about a nice little beach trip — if you made a turn in a few kilometers, you would soon make it to a pretty and unknown beach. Perfect!

You looked down. So many hickeys scattered around only on your right thigh, the left one only being touched by his hand. You rested your hand on the back of his head, playing with his long locks, "You're so pretty." He mumbled a little thank you on your skin, back to kissing your thigh gently now.

It all felt so sweet and romantic somehow, his big hand massaging your left thigh, slowly moving towards the inner part, fingers ghosting teasingly on your naked skin. He was distracting the driver with his mouth and hands — how could he make that feel sweet and romantic to the point you almost forgot how irresponsible you were being? Almost. Your eyes weren't on him. Most of your attention was on the road and he was only getting a tiny fraction of the attention he craved so much. Because he needed all of your attention right now. Sure, he needed your hands stroking his hair but he also needed your smiling eyes on him and your sweet and mean whispers; eyes and mind full of him only.

Determined to get more of your attention, he moved his unholy fingers towards your pussy. "You're so dirty," the grip you had on his hair tightened and he whined. He would always do this, turn to being bratty if he didn't get enough attention from you. If a good boy wouldn't get all your love and touches at least a naughty boy was sure to get all your degrading words and oh so lovely punishments — and he enjoyed being your naughty boy as much as your good boy; he could be anyone and anything you wanted as long as it meant he was the sole object of your affection.

His whines were always so pretty and light, causing you to clench your pussy around nothing. It never failed to impress you how he whined and moaned whenever you were the one being pleasured and not him. He moved up a bit and kissed your shorts right above your clit. There was fabric hindering the full sensation but you still felt it a little, already so sensitive and wet from the teasing. He looked up at you. You had shorts on so it was a bit difficult to pleasure you the way he wanted to, but Beomgyu was creative and undid your zipper. As much as he wanted to pull down your shorts so he could properly eat you out — he wasn't that stupid and careless to actually do it when you were driving, right? — so you were curious where he was going with this but also nervous.

Nose pushing up your shirt so he could kiss the skin on your waist, naughty hand gliding under the shorts to feel your hip. There were no cars on the road — and there hadn't been for a while now — so you decided to tease him a bit back, put him in his place so he knows better than to completely ignore that you're driving and that he can't do everything he wants right now, he has to be patient and wait. You grabbed his chin and made him look up at you, looking back at him for a split second. "Open your mouth."

He did so even faster than you averted your gaze, waiting for your spit. "Aw, so eager now are we?" You said, still looking at the road.

"Please, look at me," he nodded and whined impatiently, mouth ready for your spit. He looked so pathetic, bedroom eyes and long, styled hair a bit fucked up from you gripping it. Touching your skin but not getting to feel your wetness, not getting to pleasure you was in a way teasing him too, his cock now hard and pink.

"You're so pretty, Baby." His mouth was still open but he almost looked like he smiled for a second.

You spat in his mouth fast, immediately looking back at the road. He swallowed it happily like always, no matter how humiliating and mean it was, especially since you didn't even look him in the eyes or let your saliva drip slowly into his mouth, much more intimate, like you usually would do. "Good boy."

"Thank you, Mommy," he went back to kissing your waist, nose under your shirt, eyes looking up at you. Your right hand went back to resting on his head, threading through his long hair occasionally. "Look at me, please." There was something about you spitting in his mouth that always turned him so pathetic and shameless about his neediness — if you wouldn't judge him for swallowing your spit then he could express himself sexually to the fullest.

"As much as I want to, I can't, Baby. I'm driving," you took a quick glance down at him. His eyes were so glossy, almost like they would fill with tears at any second. You were so distracted by him but you were still aware enough to only look at him for a maximum of two seconds at a time. Although you were driving below the speed limit and hadn't seen another car in the past half hour you didn't want to risk anything.

He whined at that, causing you to smile. Soon it would be the opposite. His hand went under you shorts again, moving down your hip and to your lower stomach. You had a feeling you knew where this was going. Spitting didn't help slow him down and learn to be patient. No, spitting so meanly in his gaping mouth was the first time he'd had almost your full attention during the whole car ride so he had to continue misbehaving so you would humiliate him some more, giving him more and more of your attention. Sweet, stupid, sexy Beomgyu was something else.

His long fingers went lower until they reached your slit, happy now. "Baby—" Then, somehow, under your tight shorts he managed to move your underwear to the side so he could slip his long, thick middle finger in you. "Hm?" he mumbled against your waist, mind half listening to you and half inside your pussy, eyes rolled back like it was his dick in your pussy and not just his finger. Fuck. You had to find a way to get off the road but you were not very familiar with this road or even this part of the country — but like said before, this adventure had no directions or map.

"Are you this desperate, slut?"

He pulled his hand out to stick his wet finger in his mouth, licking, savouring the little taste he got of your pussy and mumbling an 'mhm'. He wanted more. He didn't just want to suck on his finger. He wanted your pussy on his face, wetness on his tongue and all over his face.

"Please, look at me, Mommy," he mumbled like a slut, sticking his pussy wet finger inside you to lick your sweetness again, eyes never leaving yours, "Need your pussy."

"You have to wait, little slut," you soothed him with your hand on his cheek.

He felt like crying. He needed you to stop the car somewhere; anywhere, he didn't care if he had to lay on the cold evening sand on the beach that would get all over his clothes and hair or, fuck, he would even be ok in the woods next to a camp site with German hikers as an audience as long as you would sit on his face. He needed you and your attention now. His dick was leaking pre-cum and you had only touched his face and hair so far.

"Please, Mommy," he kissed your stomach, middle finger deep inside you.

"Baby, wait, be patient," you were struggling too. Maybe you should just say fuck it and drive across everything in your way until you reach the beach so you can park the car and then park your pussy on his face? (Obviously no, be a responsible driver!!)

He wasn't satisfied with your response, you didn't sound anywhere near as needy or bothered as he was — your eyes didn't even leave the road for a second to look at the man whose face was on your lap — so he decided to take matters in his own hands and began to finger you deeply, easily adding a second finger with how wet you were.

"Fuck, baby!" you moaned, grabbing his hair and arching your back, eyes still on the road.

He took the opportunity and, with the help of his unoccupied hand, pulled down your shorts mid-thigh, making you shiver at the cold you felt as your wet underwear was exposed to the air. He looked up and blushed when he saw you already looking at him with your needy eyes. You were looking at him! His lips moved down your stomach and lower until he reached your underwear-covered pussy, placing a big kiss on your clit. You arched your back again, the sensation was so much greater now that only a thin fabric was between you.

Moaning, you looked at the road and saw a sign that told you there was a parking nearby in 800 meters. Fucking finally! He began kitty licking you and at this point you were so sensitive and needy that you had to pull him up by his hair, much to his dismay as he whined and his eyes filled with tears. "Why?"

"Baby, I found parking."

"Oh! Fucking finally!" As if a switch was flipped, his frown turned into a smile, a tear escaping his eye. He leaned into your touch as you brushed the tear away from his cheek.

You slowed down and turned the car into the parking lot, which was just grass with faded sprayed parking lines, miraculously deserted. He started kitty licking you over your underwear again. You moaned, grabbing his hair, "Fuck, Beomie, can't you wait for a little until I've parked? You're really that needy?" "Yes."

You decided to park the furthest away, turned towards the dead beach so you could have a view of the sunset and ocean — and the yellow, orange, red and pinks of the sky reflected on Beomgyu's pretty face, dirt-colored eyes twinkling like stars. "Baby, fuck, slow down," you had to pull him off your pussy.

"I can't," he took this opportunity to fully pull off your shorts to discard them to the back. "You didn't give me any attention when I just wanted to love you."

You kissed his pout, "You will have all my attention now, Baby."

The pout turned into a smile. "Thank you, Mommy." He pulled your right leg up, positioning his face in your pussy, dropping your thigh on top of his neck. His tongue immediately went to work, kissing all over your pussy, underwear still on. He always liked eating you out with your underwear on first so he felt more rewarded when they were off and he could taste, smell and feel your pussy so much more.

But you were having none of that, pussy clenching around nothing, aching at this point. "Stop teasing me and eat me out properly," you pulled your underwear to the side, grabbing his hair to push him more into you. He was looking at you and you could see the smile in his eyes, content he had your eyes on him and your pussy on his tongue. You had been teased and turned on so much already that you knew it would only take a minute or two of his talented tongue to cum. He too could sense you were near, hearing your gasps and moans, feeling your back arching, looking up at your eyes. His hands were on your thigh and boob, touching you the way he knew you liked it. The way his hand moved up your thigh to grab your butt never failed to make you feel hot.

"Choke me with your thighs, please?"

"If my slut wishes it," you smiled at him, flexing your thighs around him a little, not sure how much he could handle yet. Hair matted on his forehead, tears filling his high eyes, hands grabbing your skin, moaning against your pussy, and the colours of the sky on him. You didn't know it yet, focused on the pretty view that was Beomgyu, but he was leaking so much pre-cum there was a stain on his pants from the sweet familiar taste of you, seeing you in pleasure along with the pineapple purple sky sunset behind you.

"Fuck, you're doing so good for me, Baby. Your mouth was made to eat my pussy, wasn't it?" He nodded, mouth still against your pussy, tears flowing by now. It was true. He eats it almost everyday, sometimes he'll lazily lap at your pussy under the sheets in the morning, sometimes in the shower if you'll let him (yes, he can do that), sometimes when you're watching a boring movie he will lay on his back on the sofa and ask you to sit on his face, sometimes he'll get on his knees as soon as you open the door to your home after a double date because he's jealous some other guy made you laugh a lot, sometimes when you're waiting for noodles to cook on the stove he'll give you puppy eyes so you'll let him eat you out on the countertop — fuck, sometimes when he's bored he'll randomly get on his knees in front of you and beg you to please let him have a taste. Safe to say he has learned every little trick to please you and make you cum in a few minutes just by eating your pussy. And he loves it.

"Mhm, you're such a good boy for me, my sweet little pussy hungry slut," you pouted at him condescendingly; he moaned at the mean praise, hips twitching up. You looked down at him, there was a huge wet stain on the front of his pants. "Awww, Baby, you're so wet just from my pussy. I should let you cum on it for being such a good slut, right?" His moans on your pussy were so desperate and sent sweet, sweet vibrations that tipped you over the edge, thighs shaking around his neck, "Fuck, I'm cumming, Baby." He slowed down, eating your cum, helping you calm down from the intense orgasm, not overstimulating you. But after a while it became too much, your pussy way too sensitive for his never ending kitty licking, so you opened your thighs and pushed his head away.

"You did so well for me, Beomie," smiling, you patted his head softly, seeing the sunset shine in his pretty eyes, your cum glistening all over his lower face, tears dried, lips pulled into a smile after he was finished licking them clean. You pulled him up from between your thighs to give him a kiss on his forehead after pushing some damp hair away, "You want to get your reward now, Baby?" He gulped, still, not answering your question. "Baby... Don't tell me you already came—" you pulled down his pants to have your suspicions confirmed; he did, in fact, cum untouched. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to cum without your permission, and I really wanted to hold back so I could cum on your pussy when you told me, but it felt so good to have your attention and taste you and-and— I couldn't control it. I'm so sorry," he cried, apologizing profusely.

You held him in your arms, fingers carding through his long, beautiful hair, "Beomie, it's okay, no need to say sorry. I'm very flattered actually. Besides your pretty mouth did so well for me that I can't be mad at you. You were such a good boy." He hummed against you, pecking your neck every now and then. After he calmed down, he pulled back to look at you; tears on his cheeks and half of the sun in his eyes. You dried his tears with your fingers and kissed him on his lips, calling him your good boy. The look in his eyes wasn't sad anymore. He gulped again before trying to give you his best puppy eyes, kissing the back of your hands. You knew he wanted something whenever he acted this clingy and cute, "Yes, Baby?"

"C-Can... Can I still cum on your pussy?"

You giggled, grabbing his cock, "You're hard again, this fast?" He hid his face with an arm, flustered, "Mhm. You kept calling me your good b-boy." "Awww my cute little slut. Getting hard from being called a good boy?" you giggled because although this was dirty, it was still somehow cute in a way how he got hard from your praise alone. He shook his head, face still hidden by his arm, "Your good boy." You smiled. "Mmm, Baby. You really are my good boy?" He nodded. You looked down at his dick, it was hard, pink and twitching, dirty with his previous cum. "Then show me your face, I don't want you hiding from me." His dick twitched and did as told. "Good boy." He shook his head, "I-I'm Mommy's good boy." He was always so cute and malleable whenever he came untouched and heard those sweet praises that tickled his soul. You kissed his shoulder as a reward. "Yes, mine. Now let me lay down so you can sit between my legs." "Oh yes." He did as told, hands behind his back without being told — he knew how you wanted him. You pulled him down to you momentarily to hold his cheeks and give him a quick kiss, both of you smiling into it. "I love you so much." "I love you more."

His pink dick was leaking pre-cum already. "My sweet boy won't cum without my permission again, right?" He whined, embarrassed, "I won't, Mommy, but please stop teasing." You giggled, he will cum any moment now you already know especially since he's so sensitive from his orgasm. Holding his dick confirmed your suspicions, Beomgyu moaning and dick twitching at your small touch. "Please, please, please," he muttered, tears already in his eyes, "Please, Mommy, I wanna cum on your pussy, please?" There was something about cumming on your pussy that drove him crazy, maybe it was because he would get an excuse to lick your pussy clean off him. "Not yet, Babyboy. I wanna play with you a bit first," you started moving your hand up and down on his cock, his loud moans following immediately after. He was struggling, biting his lower lip, pinching his arms behind his back, not looking at your naked pussy because he didn't want to cum without your permission again. "P-Please, Mommy. Ngh— I've been a good boy for you, please can I cum?" "Oh have you? Weren't you a bad boy the whole drive? And then you even came without Mommy's permission, right?"

He whined, tears running down his eyes again. "Please, Mommy, I'm so sorry I just wanted your attention. I-I always wanna please you and have your attention. Wan' be your personal toy." You smirked, going faster, "Yes, you are my little toy. So pretty and dirty for me." "Yes, yes, always. I— Fuck, I'm cumming, Mommy. Please, let me cum on your pussy, Mommy," he cried, looking at you with his slutty eyes. He knew how to get to you; how to look so sexy for you that you just wanted to reward him. "You can cum, my good b—" "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck— Thank you, Mommy." His eyes rolled back as white ropes of warm cum covered your pussy. "You did so well for me, waiting for my permission," you hugged him as he came down from his high, kissing his cheeks. "Really?" He pouted, fishing for more praises, which you knew and granted him, "Yes, really. My good boy." You kissed his pout, "Now clean up your mess." He smiled.

You and I, we fell in love

I ain't read the signs, ain't know what it was

But God gotta know he might have peaked when he made you

The cosmos' only mistake is what they named you (what that mean?)

They should call you sugar, you're so sweet

Even if

You left me out here stranded

My feelings wouldn't change a bit

My heart beats triple time when I see you

Somethin' I can't control

If I compared you, the sun is a stand-in (sun)

You got a smile that could light up a planet (smile) yeah (oh, oh)

And you look so good (yeah)

And you smell so good (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

And you taste so good (yeah)

And you're so, so good (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

You're the sweetest (yeah)

Yeah, you are, ha-ha

Sweet like, like motherfuckin' brown sugar sweet potatoes (are you ready?)

Or somethin'

Ha-ha

The plan was to stick my toe in and

Check the temperature, but

Next thing I know, I'm

I'm drownin'

— Tyler, the Creator

[simpracha]

Maid For You, Felix-San! (Lee Felix)

Summary: Margueritte is best known for ruling her university’s campus with a stone cold fist. She does it to keep her spot, ensuring her good grades and notoriety around school can keep her great scholarship. With money being a constant issue, she gets a job secretly. It’s not that she’s not proud of her work--she just doesn’t want the stares. Enter Felix, campus hearthrob, who sees her, at her secret job, in her maid uniform. Enter playboy Felix, who has a maid kink.

Warnings: Weed mentions. Cursing. Alcohol mentions. Idk some maid kinks bc this is literally about a girl who works at a maid cafe, come on. Pervy!Lix. baboracha appears and oc hates them. Kidnapping mentions, no one gets kidnapped. Minor violence. A knife appears--ooooh scawy, Felix is a badass savior. Oc also is a badass who should be in a fight club.

Smut warnings: Male masturbation. Panty fucking. Oral (male and female). Vaginal sex. Slight choking. Lix tries to be a dom, but turns subby towards the end. So that implies dom oc

WC: 8.5k

A/N: This AU is based on the 2010 anime, Maid-Sama. I took some liberties here of course while also trying to keep the original plot of the original anime. This is not going to be the same. I kind of ended up doing my own thing. For instance, while this is an OC fic, the main character of the show and the OC I have written are two different people, obviously. I also decided not to include some characters from the show, like Aoi for instance. Only because it would take away from the main goal here. The most important liberties are instead of high school, this is a college-based au and it is also based on a school in America. I take a lot of inspo from the series first episode, third episode, and fifth episode--this especially.

Special Thanks to @honeyvocalhwang for beta reading and to penny again as well as el @spilledtee for helping me form this idea a couple months ago lmao.

I think that when it came to everything, I just had to be perfect. It probably started when I was way younger and my little sister was born. My parents brought her home for the first time and with one look into her eyes, I knew something in me awoke. That need to be wanted or revered or even praised was instant. The look my father gave me as he watched me look at her before saying, not thinking.

“Please be someone your little sister looks up to.”

Bet.

That’s the kind of person I want to be. Someone that people look to when in need of guidance. Someone respected, responsible, strong, hardworking. I want to be that person, not only for my little sister but for everyone in this world.

“God, you just have a huge savior complex, Margie,” my younger sister, Suzanna, said as she watched me change into my school clothes from my workout gear. School started soon and I needed to eat something but instead, I was contemplating whether to wear my hair down today or in a ponytail. I had a feeling today was going to be hectic and I needed to be prepared for anything.

“Why do you say that?” I looked over my shoulder at her and she just shook her head. She was just in high school now but I couldn’t tell if she was way too smart for her own good or way too annoying.

“You should have moved on campus instead of staying here, taking care of us,” Suz said, moving into my room. She sat on my bed, moving the mountain of school work to make room for herself.

“And leave you with mom’s overworked self? No way,” I chuckled, before deciding on just carrying a scrunchie with me for the day. I quickly adjusted my button-up before heading into the kitchen, Suz quickly getting up to follow me.

“I think I’m going to get a job,” Suz said with a firm head nod before I just laughed.

“How are you going to get a job with all the clubs you’re in, Miss Class President?”

“You have a job, Miss Student Council President, Valedictorian, yada yada,” Suzanna said while handing me the breakfast she made this morning, “You’ve been this way since Dad left. I just want to see you relax for once.”

“Relaxation is for idle minds,” I took a bite out of the dry toast before moving to run out the door before I was late for my first class.

“I’ll see you after work, Suzie-Q!”

“Don’t call me that, Marge Simpson!”

With that, I was running to campus. Only 30 minutes before my first class and I still had to do a lot of SGA work.

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“Is that a weed?” I looked over at the group of boys all leaning down inspecting something between them. I was quite proud of the meme quote.

They all quickly jumped before hiding whatever they had behind one of their backs. The so-called leader of these idiots, Han Jisung, looked away from me as if I didn’t just see him grab the item from the corrupted and youngest, Yang Jeongin, and hold it behind his back.

“We may be a wet campus but weed is still illegal in this state,” I simply stated, not even bothering with my usual yell routine. Weed was never a problem, obviously, I’m not that much of a prude. But it’s campus law and I could lose my position if I let this go and they saw that I did.

I couldn’t tell them that though. Han Jisung would eat me alive if he knew I was on his side. The amount of earrings in his ear practically jingled when he walked. He even had a lip piercing that he constantly toyed with as if it would make me want to fuck him. He kept his hair dyed too. This time, a bright, almost annoyingly peach pink color. The amount of girls at this school that followed this giggly man like a pack of ducklings yet everytime I saw him somehow his clothes were misshaped everywhere and he reeked of marijuana and Fireball whiskey.

Jisung scoffed before looking at the resident idiot, pretty boy in their group, Hwang Hyunjin, before spiraling into a speech, “Cannabis isn’t even a drug though, Margueritte. It’s an herb that gives hallucinogenic effects. It's not even that addicting. It's only not legal because capitalism can’t tax it, Margueritte.”

Hyunjin agreed with him, making me want to punch one of them. If Jisung had a gaggle of women following him, Hyunjin had a cult of girls wanting to dance with the devil. His is good looks and being tall weren’t enough, ladies you were in for it. He had long, blonde hair and a belly button piercing. You want to know how I know he had this piercing? He never stops wearing a crop top, or unbottoning shirt. It’s like his clothes were made to magically fall of him.

“Listen,” I sighed, “The next time I see you with something you’re not supposed to have on-campus of a learning institution, I’m reporting you to the Dean.”

“Oh, come on, Margie, don’t-” Hyunjin started but I cut him off.

“Don’t call me that, idiot,” I turned away from them, “Go to class. I’ll smell you later!”

Yang Jeongin turned around before they all ran off and waved, still being polite. His cute little dimples showing before he followed those two babos. His dark hair fell into his eyes but he kept his clothes neat and was always respectable.

I kept on my patrol around campus, trying not to let those three idiots get to me. Ever since we all got here, they have been nothing but a pain in my ass. Always the loudest, drunkest, or stupidest at every school function. And to think Yang Jeongin might have been a good kid if it hadn’t been for him getting swept up in Jisung’s little stoner circle.

“Margueritte~” A sing-song voice called out and I turned to see my second-in-command and probably one of the only males on campus I could stand, Kim Seungmin. He was tall, capable, smart, and handsome. In another world, one where I had the time for dating, he would be the perfect guy. He was the type you were proud to take home to your mom and would even bring her flowers. Unfortunately, Seungmin was too much like me. His major in criminal justice and law alongside his demanding position on the SGA, even participating in our school’s choir, made that small 24-hour window he has so undoable. Regardless, I still swooned whenever I saw his hair slicked back or when he winked at me during our meetings.

“Good morning, Seungmin, how are you?”

“No need to be so formal all the time, Margaritas,” Seungmin said, walking up beside me. Why can no one in this world say my name right today? “What are we patrolling for today? Drunk frat boys causing a ruckus? The latest in Minho’s famous revolutionary graffiti?”

“None of the above. Han Jisung’s stoner circle is out today.”

“Ugh? Again?” Seungmin shook his head, “Why can’t they be like everyone else and smoke at the secret spot?”

“There’s a secret spot???”

“I didn’t say that,” Seungmin quickly changed the topic. He was much more lenient than I was. Then again, there was no way he’d lose his status, not with his parents’ yearly sizable donations. “So tonight is that big frat party.”

“There’s always some big frat party, Seungmin.” And they always weren’t my speed.

“Not the point, Margaritas, I was wondering if you were going.”

“I can’t. I have things to do tonight.” Like getting called in for my coworker, who hates me by the way, on the one Friday I was finally off.

“Ugh, you’re always busy on Fridays. Come to think of it all weekend too. And some Wednesdays. What’s up with that? Sordid sugar baby things?”

“Nothing that juicy,” I rolled my eyes as I heard some quiet cries in the campus’s main atrium, “Wait, Seung, I’ll meet up with you later.”

“Alrighty, go save the world. I’ll text you!”

I quickly ran over to where I heard the cries come from to see one of the freshman girls crying with her head in her hands while someone facing away from me stood watching.

“Hey, what’s going on here?” I spoke up and the person turned to look at me. I groaned inwardly as I recognized the face.

Felix. Fucking Lee Felix. The bane of my existence. Remember how I said Hyunjin has a cult? Well, Felix, I don’t know what’s bigger than a cult but it can’t be good. It’s like Mormonism or religion or something. Every week, without fail, he was causing another girl to run into the counselor’s office. Every time though, each girl kept coming back without fail. He wasn’t all that tall but he made up for that in almost every other way imaginable. Blonde hair that he styled into a trendy mullet, a cute style that made him look comfy yet as if he walked straight out of a Teen Vogue. These big, piercing eyes held all his emotion on his face. The ego and walk of only a man who came from money would have. And it was a lot, a lot of fucking money that his parents made sure to give our school. On top of that, he was too smart for his own good, constantly beating me out for the number one spot in all our classes. Even as a food science major, his minor in chemistry was throwing a wrench in my plans. I mean, he doesn’t even look smart enough to understand a nomenclature but this man with one of the sweetest, deepest voices had not only the professors in his pocket but every girl.

And I was over his existence.

“Hey, Madame President. I was just turning down this girl’s love confession.” At those words, the girl was quickly running off somewhere far from whatever embarrassment and rejection he caused. I’m sure just me stumbling across it was already too much but there was no reason for him to be that blunt, in her face at that.

“You idiot! I told you you need to work on how you let these girls down!”

Felix just shrugged and I moved to run off after the girl, no doubt having to do my weekly therapy session for the long list of Felix’s scorned admirers right away.

The private university that I called my stomping grounds once used to be an all-boys school. And when I say once, I mean just a couple of years ago they opened their door to the female population. Even several years later, 80% of our school’s demography remains male. The girls and I here have sort of banded together. Formed our own little legion, looking out for each other constantly against all the testosterone on campus. If that meant I had to suck up to every administrator and be a bitch to every male, so be it. Not like I gave a shit about men in the first place.

All men do is lie and abandon you when it gets way too tough for them to handle, leaving you to clean up their problems.

Ouch, think my daddy issues jumped out a little there.

But, it was evident in Felix that he was becoming a bigger problem than I thought. The lover boy’s ego has grown so much at this point that he could not give a shit how many girls confess to him. All he, and any man, cares about is the next place they can eat, scratch their ass, and jack off. Even men as beautiful as Felix are no exception.

“Hey, wake up, Margueritte! It’s time for work!” my boss, Satsuki, said, a small giggle falling from her lips.

“Sorry, Satsuki, got a lot on my mind.”

“No, that’s okay, Margie,” she shook her head, resting a gentle hand on my shoulder, “I remember being your age. The world felt just way too heavy. But now I’m a 30-something with a wonderful boyfriend who just won’t marry me, so count your blessings, kid. I thank you for coming in tonight for Hana.”

I had a minor flashback to when I received the call earlier asking me to come in. Just as I stepped through a puddle caused by our broken A/C unit.

“No problem. It looks like we’re going to have a lot of expenses this month so this works out perfectly!”

“I’m glad then,” Satsuki smiled, “Get out there, girl! You got regulars looking for you.”

I saluted her before walking into the restaurant dining room and to my first table where a regular already sat waiting.

“Excuse me, Miss Margueritte, can I please have a cutesy-cutesy smiley omelet?”

“Of course, master! One cutesy-cutesy smiley omelet coming right up, would you like that with cheese?”

That’s right. I worked as a maid in a maid cafe.

There were a ton of reasons for me to work at this maid cafe outside my college town. Far enough away that no one from school would come out here. Also pays so fucking well, you have no idea how much someone will tip you just for calling them master while you’re in a frilly skirt. On top of that, it is so flexible with the hours. My boss, Satsuki, understands my hectic schedule and I appreciate it so much. No one knew about this and I liked it that way. I mean, how would people see me: as the strong, do-not-fuck-with-her SGA president or the cutesy waitress in a maid outfit?

Even though every day that I took out the trash, I tried not to dwell too much on the idea of someone finding me out. Just hoping I could keep this job for as long as I could before I could go into my dream career.

“Madame President?”

I looked up from the trash to see Lee Felix looking dead at me. No. He wasn’t looking at me, he was looking at the headband, the white gloves, the corset, the frilly skirt, my exposed breasts, the fishnet stockings. He was looking at Miss Maid Margueritte, not President Margueritte.

Shit, shit, shit.

It felt like my brain froze and my body was acting on its own. One second I was watching him stare at me and the next, I was throwing the bag of trash at him and running back into the sweet solace of the cafe and trying to pray to whatever god was out there that I just hallucinated and that did not happen.

And that I didn’t just throw a bag of trash filled with coffee, omelets, and salad dressing at the prince of the campus.

The night air was crisp by the time I walked out of my job. 8:45 and I was finally done for the day. Cleaning was done and I could go home and tackle the massive amount of homework that's due tomorrow. A sigh passed my lips as I stepped out the back door.

“Back to normal, I see,” Felix’s voice jarred me back to reality as he stood there watching, waiting for me to come out.

I yelped loudly in response before calming myself down, “And what exactly are you doing here still?”

“I needed to make sure it was the dear Madame President I saw and not just a doppelganger,” Felix said with a shrug, “But then again, only our man-hating president would have thrown a bag of trash at me.”

I looked him up and down to see that he was in new clothes from earlier. Shocking. Did he really have time to go back to campus, change, and come back? I doubt it, I don’t eally have that much time to do it, seeing as we only saw each other like an hour ago.

“I’m sorry about that, I was just a little shocked.”

“Imagine my surprise to find President Margueritte in the cutest little maid outfit. Who knew you would look so good in fishnets?”

“Shut up, Felix.”

“So,” Felix paused for a second, giving me a good look in my street clothes. Sweatpants and a hoodie, very different from the maid dress I was in earlier, “Why work here? It’s obviously not your speed.”

Just then I heard my manager's voice come through the slightly cracked back door, “Alright, time to go everyone!”

“Come on, follow me,” I said, pushing him towards the alleyway exit. The last thing I needed was for Satsuki to notice me hanging out with a man in the back alley. That just spells a code to lose your job and I am not risking it.

Felix followed me down a mixture of streets till we reached the park in the middle of town. I sighed and looked up at him.

“Long story short: my father left my mom, my sister, and me when I was 11. Since then I have worked odd jobs until high school where I got a job working construction but the hours were too weird so I switched here where I have been for a couple of years now. It’s good money and I am not ashamed. But I wish to keep my private life separate from school,” I blurted out before he could say anything.

Felix raised one light brown eyebrow, his brown eyes gleaming with this mischievous look, “You say it like it’s the last resort?”

“It feels like it.”

“What are you even at our school for?”

“Business Law.”

“With legs like that you want to keep yourself stuck in a courtroom?”

“You’re a dick,” I groaned, walking away towards the bus station, “I cannot believe I let myself think you can act like a normal human being.”

“Oh, come on, Margie,” Felix quickly followed after me then stopped when I gave him a look at that nickname, “Sorry. I don’t know when to shut up sometimes.”

“I see.”

“Listen, I understand what you’re doing. It’s admirable you’re taking care of your family.”

“I honestly don’t care what you think, Felix. Just don’t tell anyone, okay?”

“My lips are sealed.”

“Thank you.”

“So, you owe me a favor for keeping your secret, huh?”

I rolled my eyes, not liking or knowing where this was going, “I suppose.”

“Like,” Felix looked up like he was thinking for a moment, “Let’s say I want a personal maid for my day. Doing whatever I ask.”

“You’re fucking sick.”

“You’re fucking hot with all those frills. Who would have known Madame President was so curvy? And that rack, it should be criminal that you kept it a secret.”

“I will punch you if you keep objectifying me.”

“I’d beg for a punch from you.”

I felt my face heat up at that and looked away from him. I don’t think I could handle anything else from him. Couldn’t deny the attention was nice. No one paid that kind of attention to me--mostly because I was usually yelling at any prospects that came near. But it’s not the point.

“I’m going home now.”

“Let me walk you. Make sure you get there safe.”

“No funny business?”

“I promise.” Felix held his hand over his chest and gave me the sweetest smile that felt like chewing candy.

Hopefully, this doesn’t end up fucking me.

“So this is where you live?” Lix said looking up at the house. It was tiny and humble, and probably looked very fucking shitty but it was mine and I would be damned if I let him judge it.

“Yes,” I rolled my eyes before turning on him. It feels like if I rolled my eyes anymore at him, they would get stuck like that.

“It’s cute,” he said, smirk etching his face. Not uncommon, I guess, “Let me inside.”

“No, vampire,” I groaned, “Go home. I’ll see you at school tomorrow.”

“Yeah, you will, toots,” Felix said, slapping my ass before turning to walk off.

I squeaked before quickly turning to give him a piece of my mind but he was already long gone, probably running.

I looked at his disappearing back and shook my head before going inside.

***

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t stupid 1, 2, and ‘I wish you found better friends’. Shocking to find you here,” I said as I looked at Jisung, Hyunjin, and Jeongin, contempt covering my face. The three were currently playing their music so loud I am sure the freshman dorm across campus could hear.

“Since when are you on RA duties?” Jisung questioned as I knocked on their door.

“Since I moved on campus…last week,” I sighed.

Somehow in the time between Felix finding out about my situation and today, the school was able to add more money to my scholarship with the only downside being, I had to live on campus. Yes, I got to get my own apartment-style dorm but the fact was in a little over a week my duties as president switched from being able to leave and go home after classes to picking up Bang Chan’s slack as Class Rep and Lead RA.

I don’t know how yet, but I felt like this sudden move to campus had something to do with Lee Felix.

“So now you’re gonna crush our vibe 24/7?”

“Can’t your vibe be quieter? Just a teensy bit?” I gestured using my fingers to show how small, “I’m the dorm above you.”

“So you’re not even our RA! Chan is! Where is he?” Hyunjin yelled and I glared at him to watch his tone, “Sorry for the yelling, Margueritte.”

“Chan asked me to cover his shift. As an actual functioning music major, he told me about how Professor Young assigned a bucket load of coursework,” I moved to leave but then turned around, “Hey, don’t you also take Professor Young, Jisung?”

Jisung looked as if he forgot his head. Or rather, the extensive project that they had due, “Hey guys. Party’s over.”

They quickly shut the door, turning off the music. I smiled before leaving, being instantly met with none other than Lee Felix himself.

It wasn’t a shock to see him, it seemed like lately, I couldn’t turn around without seeing him. Making himself a regular customer at the cafe, always ordering an Americano and a plate of cookies. When I moved into the dorm, he was even the one who helped me move in, my sibling and mother out doing whatever they needed to do. Of course, Seungmin helped along with my other student council friend, Lia.

“Felix, I’m starting to think you're stalking me.”

Felix just blinked at me. Big brown eyes filled with curiosity and wonder. A couple more blinks and he just snorted, “Yeah. I am, you couldn’t tell.”

I laughed at his joke before continuing to walk to my dorm. Felix followed after me, only a couple of paces behind.

“May I ask what you want?”

“You may,” Felix said, his voice seemed almost deeper. As if he was trying to work wonders. However, no matter how nice he is to me recently, I am not stupid enough to forget how he treated every other girl around.

“What do you want, Felix?”

“You, easy answer, Madame President,” Felix’s confidence riddled his sentence causing me to stop walking up the stairs and turn to him. His face was open as if he had no secrets but with a gentle look in his eyes, I knew that wasn’t the case.

I’m not stupid and no man on this earth was even the slightest bit trustworthy.

I just looked back on him, a look of disgust etching my face, “the attention is nice, Felix, but now you’re pushing it.”

“Say my name more, I just love the way you say it.”

“Ugh, shut up!”

Felix chuckled, the cutest laugh imaginable from a man who looked like he chewed up children and spit them out alive to keep his edge, “I wanted to discuss our deal.”

“Our deal?”

“You know,” Felix said, taking the hem of the shirt I was wearing between to fingers and gently playing with it, “the one where you wear that cute little maid costume of yours and do whatever I said. A cute smile on your face too is preferable.”

“What about it?”

“What kind of ears would you prefer? Cat? Or Bunny?” Felix’s smiled this shit-eating grin and I repressed the urge not to barf.

“How about neither and I don’t put something in your drink?”

“Club drugs? I like how kinky you are, madame president. Just know I consent to whatever you ask.”

“Is there not some girl somewhere you can bother with this?” I said as I turned away to finish heading to my room, Felix happily following.

“You’re so much more fun.”

I rolled my eyes as I made it to my room door, using the key fob to quickly go inside before Felix could follow me. Felix knocked on the closed door before yelling through the wood.

“See you tomorrow, wear something sexy!”

“Shut up!”

I heard Felix’s laugh as he left, the sound trailing down the hallway along with my sanity.

***

Maybe I’m just sexually depraved, Felix thought. The cold shower was beating against his skin as he continued to jack off into his palm. The cold wasn’t helping at all. Whenever he closed his eyes, the thought of that pretty girl in that maid costume consumed him. The wish of wanting to bend her over one of the cafe tables in that costume was enough to keep him going.

Fuck, he muttered, turning off the shower and walking out still stark naked into his bedroom. The concept of being rich, I guess, he got his own apartment on campus. The privilege? Him getting to jack off in the shower until eventually moving to jack off in his singular bedroom.

Felix wasn’t even ashamed of what he did next. One of his hands reached underneath his pillow to find his most treasured item, one he only had for a week now. The soft, frilly cotton panty dangled from his pinched fingers. The soft pink made him groan the longer he looked at it. He entirely couldn’t help himself as he pressed the panties against his face, sniffing the fabric. Margueritte’s scent filled his nostrils as he sniffed her stolen underwear. Helping her move was a good plan and every time he jacked off he remembered how good it was.

His face arched into a smile as he continued massaging his dick in his own hands, edging himself closer to an orgasm. The thoughts sprinkled into his mind, the ones he wanted to keep buried. Imagining his own body wearing the same maid dress Margueritte wore. The fantasy that became his brain rot. How she would reach down, her pretty hands wrapping around his dick as the other pushed his skirt up, sucking him off while he wore such a pretty costume. He was even considering the thought of bending over and getting pegged by her in that pretty dress, cleaning up his own mess with the dainty apron.

Every time he held the soft fabric to his dick and imagined it was her as he jacked off, it made it way easier to remember.

His kindness was rewarded.

***

“Felix, I am telling you, you do not have to drive me to work and pick me up every day.” I rolled my eyes as Felix appeared beside me, his shiny silver Mercedes SUV glinting in the sun.

“You’re saying you don’t like the fact that I drive you home. In the dark?” Felix questioned as he unlocked the door so I could get in. And I did. It’s been about two months of Felix’s constantness and I was kind of getting used to it at this point. I feel like I finally made a friend outside of academics and clubs.

“Listen, I’m going to be at work till late. I’ll take the bus home. Don’t wait up,” I told him and Felix just shook his head.

“Have you not seen all the kidnappings on the news lately? Do you want to be one of those girls?”

“If it’s my time, it’s my time.”

“Not funny, Margueritte.”

I knew what he was talking about. Cosplay cafes and costume stores, all the places like the one I worked at, were finding that most of their employees after a closing shift would go missing. Some returned a couple of days later, others didn’t. It was kind of dark and I didn’t like thinking about that. They were all always young women, somewhat pretty, and all had been working their jobs for quite a while. According to everyone, I fit that description. Which so did a majority of the consensus so like, what are the chances. But I learned a long time ago to stop letting fear rule all my decisions.

“I’ll be fine, besides, if someone messes with me, they won’t know what hit them,” I said as we pulled up the cafe and Felix rolled his eyes.

“What? Your years of martial arts training can stop a bullet now?”

“You’re such a negative thinker, Lixie,” I said, poking his cheek. Felix blushed before pushing me out of his car, causing me to almost fall from laughing, “Don’t pick me up!”

“Have fun at work!”

Satsuki smiled at me as I walked into the restaurant, “Margie, thank you so much for closing tonight. These mall association meetings are hell but we need to figure out what to do about all these kidnappings in the area. The cops are no help so it’s up to us.”

“ACAB,” I said with a nod and my boss laughed, “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to have this place nice and cleaned by the time you get back to lock up.”

“Margie, I see a raise in your future,” she giggled before pushing me to go get dressed in my uniform.

The night came quickly and so did close. I ended up closing by myself, with my other coworkers having to leave early for prior engagements. Nothing I can’t do alone though. I quickly put all the dishes through the wash before going to begin sweeping and mopping the floors.

A small click sounded through the cafe as I bent down to pick up some trash, causing me to look up immediately. The sound almost sounded like the door unlocking. Weird. My boss’s meeting wouldn’t be over for another thirty minutes. I quickly walked over to the cafe’s back door to find it still locked. Huh. I quickly shook my head, convincing myself it was just my imagination and Felix’s words getting to me before going back and finishing working.

I was almost finished sweeping when I heard footsteps. The chills on the back of my spine set alive as they came closer behind me. I moved to turn around to the sound but before I could, the person already had a hand over my mouth from behind and their other stopping my movements by swinging their other arm across my torso, stopping my movements completely.

“Miss Margueritte, please, don’t scream,” the voice said, it was creepy. Slow and slimy was how they sounded, “I would hate for my friend here to have to use his knife on you, hmm?”

My eyes widened as I took in what was currently happening. There were at least two men here with me, right now. One was right behind me, holding me down. The other had a knife. Okay. I had to be smart about this.

“Handcuff her,” the one behind me said as the other one placed the cool metal against my wrist. I tested their strength, seeming to me a pair of cuffs made of zip ties. Either this wasn’t their first rodeo, or they did some hefty amount of research

The hand got removed from my mouth, causing my lips to taste of sweat and Axe body spray with a hint of rye bread, “The register is easily operable. The code is 5-”

“I don’t care about money, stupid girl,” The one behind me said again, his breath fanned my ear as he spoke. Hot and musty.

I was turned to see my two captors. One shorter and more on the heavier side, obviously the one who was holding me down originally. The second was a skinny man who resembled Randall from Monster Inc. Both had wide glasses that caused their eyes to illuminate in the darkness, an eery glow covering us. The short one forced me to sit down, a hand coming up to touch my hair, sniffing his hand after he moved away.

The worst thing was, I recognized both these men as regulars of the cafe.

“We’ve been across town now, searching for the perfect girl. One who would change our lives, and it’s you,” the skinner one said, the creepiest smile etching his face, “Don’t worry we’ll take care of you. Just behave.”

“I’d literally rather choke on my own spit and die.”

“Then you better get to choking,” the short one muttered, “Gag her.”

The second the skinnier one came near, I quickly reeled my head back before knocking our heads together, causing him to fall to the ground.

“You bitch!” the shorter one screamed at me, a knife appearing in his hand as he darted forward. I quickly dodged, holding out my hands so that the knife would cut through the zip ties. As he passed, it made a small hole in the bond but it was just enough for me to bring my knee up, allowing me to use the leverage from my knee to pull the zip ties apart.

It wasn’t long before the skinny one stood up again, holding his head with one hand but that knife reappearing in a death clutch.

“I said behave, little girl. Or we’ll make you,” they brandished the knife, the cool metal glinting in the moonlight.

“What? Couldn’t get a gun license?” I asked before they run to me, charging with the knives again. The first one, the skinny one again, I able to easily disarm, a quick jab-style punch to the throat causing him to fall to his knees again.

The shorter one was a little harder, his weight making him much more of an issue. He was certainly sturdier. No matter how many times I dodged him or hit him, he kept on coming. Soon enough, however, he somehow had me pinned to the ground, using his weight as an advantage.

“You’re such a bad girl, making us fight you.”

I spit in his face, causing him to look at me in disgust before he growled, his arm moving to choke me.

I braced myself for the inevitability of being choked out that never came. Instead, the weight and presence of his man were gone, in a near-instant.

I quickly sat up to see a man, blonde hair illuminated in the moonlight as he looked down at my would-be kidnapper. Felix looked over at me, barely a glance, before looking back at the heavier guy. A closer inspection showed me Felix’s booted foot on the neck of the man, slowly stepping harder and harder on his windpipe.

“Seems like you held your own till I could get here,” Felix smiled at me, that pretty smile that gave plenty of girls a heart attack, “Too bad I missed seeing it. Bet it was hot watching you beat their ass.”

“Not the time, Felix.”

“I already called the cops, but you know. ACAB. They’ll be here in like twenty minutes,” Felix shrugged, “Good thing I brought some rope.”

After the cops arrived, an hour later might I add…ACAB, so did my manager. My would-be kidnappers were quickly taken away and my manager apologized profusely, offering me compensation, food, whatever I wanted. Which I gladly took, I am not stupid, I love free shit and money. The cops gave me many therapy pamphlets before I left saying how this could be a dramatic experience for anyone.

Honestly, I’ll probably box up this trauma and unpack it later. I got a semester to get through first.

Felix took me home soon after I gave my statement. The car ride was silent only the soft sounds of KPOP playing throughout the vehicle. Felix started humming to the music before outright singing to himself. Almost as if he was in his own world.

“Cheer up, baby. Cheer up, baby,” Felix sang to himself causing me to giggle. The blonde boy looked at me quickly before giving me a judgy face, “It’s good music, okay? It’s so cute it makes me happy.”

“Who would have thought campus playboy, Lee Felix, would love Twice?” I said, laughing, “You’re going to ruin your street cred.”

“Twice is good music, who cares?” Felix looked at me again as we pulled into the campus parking lot, “I’m glad this situation hasn’t totally wrecked your mood.”

“I’ll live,” I shrugged, “Worse can happen.”

“Worse almost did happen, Margueritte,” Felix scoffed, “Don’t brush this off. You could have died. If I hadn’t told myself to come to pick you up anyway, what would you have done?”

“You do not get to lecture me, Felix. I thank you for your kindness and I thank you for saving me. But I honestly don’t need you stressing me out.”

Felix sighed, “Just promise me, you’ll try to be safer. I don’t like seeing the people I care about get hurt.”

That felt like the most sincere I had ever seen Felix before. Enough so that it had me softened and made me wish I wouldn’t regret saying what I said next.

“Do you want to come into my apartment? I have a bottle of vodka I haven’t opened yet.”

***

This was the first time in a long time I was in such close proximity to a boy, alone at that. The last time was probably summer after senior year of high school with Seo Changbin, who I hoped to never see again afterwards.

This was different though. Campus hearthrob Lee Felix was in my room, looking at me as he sipped a crudely made vodka soda.

“Do you like living on campus so far?”

“Honestly, it’s kind of weird being without my family.” I said, looking down at my own drink, “But it’s nice having my own space. I was lucky there was an apartment open this late in the semester.”

“Yeah, mine is nearby,” Felix said, walking around, looking at all the decorations I had up. He stopped to look at all the records I had, long fingers tracing over the covers, “You collect?”

“Not really,” I sat down on the couch, “I just happen to acquire them. I don’t even have a record player.”

“Oh, you need one. Then you need to play this Alessia Cara record,” He said, looking at the songs on the back, “One of her firsts too, oooh. Good taste, Madame Pres.”

“Thank you. I saw her when she came here,” I recollected, before cringing, “that was back in my anime phase though, whoooo, I was so cringey.”

“How is anime cringey? I love anime.”

“You look like an otaku.”

“I am a huge otaku! Why do you think I even hang around you?” Felix pointed out before coming to sit beside me, “I’m a huge freak that loves anything maid related. I frequent maid cafes often, collect figurines, watch any maid show, and sometimes sit there with my own maid dress and stare at myself in the mirror while I breathe heavily.”

I blinked at his confession before realization dawned on me, “You have a maid dress?”

“I want to fuck you while I wear it,” Felix quickly clapped a hand over his mouth to shut himself up.

“Bet you want to take that one back.”

He just nodded and I laughed, looking at him. I gave him a nice once over. Felix has always been good-looking but something about knowing that was getting to me, “I wouldn’t mind it.”

Felix eyebrow raised as he leaned in closer to me, a smirk playing on his lips as if he didn’t just confess his darkest secret to me, “Honestly, I just want you.”

“Mutual.”

Felix bent over closer to me, a small smirk playing across his pink lips, “You know, I’ve wanted this for quite a while.”

“Tell me something I don’t know,” trying to be cocky but my breath caught in my throat as I spoke. Felix let out a soft chuckle.

One of his hands came to rest gently at my face before he smiled again. A sinister one as if he wanted to take candy from a baby.

“You’re ruining me,” he said right before pressing a rough kiss to my lips. The hand that was resting on my face quickly grabbed the back of my neck, pushing me against him. His other hand came to rest at the small of my back, forcing our bodies to be flush against one another as the kiss deepened. The kiss was on a whole other level of passion, the type to make your knees weak and toes curl. What was I expecting though? Felix was never a man of half-assery. No, everything had his all into it.

He laid me down onto the couch, hovering above me. That smug smile of his was still present. As much as I wanted to wipe it off his face, the other side of me just wanted him closer, inside of me, everywhere.

His skin felt too warm and I needed it so badly. The way they were tracing every inch of my body was making me think that the if he kept this up, his hands were going to leave burn marks against my clothes. He was simply just looking at me, smug smile but his gaze was intense. Like he wanted to savor this moment, when I just really wanted him to touch me.

My hands came up to touch the curl of bleach blonde hair that fell into his eyes as I looked up at him, a pleading look on my face, “Please, Felix. Don’t tease me.”

“Look at me, the president of campus practically begging to be fucked by me.” I rolled my eyes and was about to say something before I felt the rough grip of his hands at my throat, that smile taunting me at this point, “Shush, princess, I’ll do whatever I want with you.”

My mouth clamped shut as he removed just his thumb to kiss the spot where it once was. His hand still weighing my neck down, the pressure causing me to bite down on my lips as the sweet sensation of his kisses trailing down my neck and collarbone.

A soft moan escaped my mouth as he hit a surprisingly tender spot right behind my ear lobe. I could feel Lix’s grin as his teeth gently nipped my lobe, tugging it slightly.

“Calm down, I’ve barely even touched you yet and you’re already moaning,” Felix chastised me as he reached down between us, his hand cupping my heat through my sweatpants.

“You’re already wet, aren’t you?” his deep voice sounded in my ear and I winked in reply. He chuckled before tugging the waistband of my bottoms down and placing his hand inside my underwear. His gentle touch led to him caressing that spot slowly before pulling away.

“Please, Felix,” I begged and he just shook his head, standing up.

“I think you’re savior needs more persuading, Madame President,” the deep voice and all his dirty talk was getting more to me. Also the nickname of Madame President was turning me on more than I thought it would. This better not effect my work later.

Felix quickly undid the buckle on his pants, dropping them to the ground, “Fortunately for you, I like action as thanks.”

The beautiful blonde continued undressing himself, causing me to feel like a horny teenage girl again. My mouth began to water at the sight of his dick, the perfect size and thickness. Already standing firmly at attention in front of me. He quickly took off his shirt, in that one hot way that all guys do. The perfect washboard abs of girls dreams which honestly when did he have time to work out between all his stalking of me before I remembered he was on the school’s dance and soccer team. Felix let out a deep chuckle as he caught me checking me out.

“It’s rude to stare, princess, don’t make me punish you,” Felix’s voice took a dark yet sadistic turn. Could not lie, I was about that action but I can tell by just the look in his eyes now was not the time.

I propped my self up on my knees, following suit and taking my shirt off as well. I was just left in my usual bra but I caught Felix groaning at the site, his hands coming up to immediately cup my tits. In a flash, my bra was undone and the AC combined with Felix’s needy, or kneady, hands had my nipples standing at attention. The pad of his thumbs slowly brushed over each nipple as he gave each breast a gently kiss before outright sucking on the right one. This other hand keeping a gentle yet firm massage to the left. I moaned aloud at this sensation, crumpling into his touch. The way Felix’s hands were setting me on fire and his teasing was getting to be too much.

A moan escaped my lips, causing him to stop his torment on my nipple. The grin he gave me was one I wanted to forever have in my mind as he heard my sounds.

“Suck my dick, madame president?”

I nodded in response as he quickly stood back up, giving me a perfect view of his dick. I opened my mouth and Felix gently laid his dick into the entrance of my mouth as my hands came up to clutch his hips.

“Hands behind your back,” Felix demanded, one of his hands resting across my jawline, his fingers tracing the curve.

I followed instructions as he moved closer, his dick fully resting in my mouth at this point. I quickly shut my mouth around the base of his dick, alternating quickly between licking his tip and providing all around suckage around him.

Felix kept my head tilted up as I continued to suck him off, unashamed of the stream of moans he was letting out as I sped up before finding the perfect pace to make him go crazy. His hips rutted into my mouth, causing him to hit the back of my throat before I was ready.

“Can I fuck your mouth?” he whined out, the cool guy personality flowing away from him the longer this went on. He watched for the okay before harshly thrusting again into my mouth, holding my head there at the base of his cock. His moans were sweet sounding as he continued to wreck my mouth, using my mouth as his personal sex toy.

“Oh, fuck, you’re drooling everywhere,” Felix cooed as he slid out, his hand still on the my jaw. His thumb wiped at the drool, a look of both amazement and mischief, as he wiped up the mixture of my own spit and his precum.

I giggled before laying back against the couch, pulling him on top of me. Felix complied, letting me do what I like as our bodies pressed together. He kissed me once more before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a shiny square foil.

Felix reached down between us after the condom was on, testing my own wetness. He must have liked what he felt and I liked it too, the feeling of his one digit entering between my folds and slightly caressing the bundle of nerves.

He kept massaging my clit as his tip teased my entrance. Slowly, he moved inside of me, causing us both to moan out as settled completely inside of me. His moan was like music to my ears, mostly because it was right in my ear at that. Felix slowly, almost excructiatingly moved in and out of me, causing me to groan before he slowly increased his pace. The sound of our moans and the rough skin slapping heard across the apartment.

I felt my moans get louder as Felix sat up and tugged me up and closer, pushing my legs over his shoulder. This new and deeper angle caused him to hit my G-spot completely, causing me to fall apart in a new way.

“Fuck…Felix…fuck…”

“Is that what you want?” if possible, his voice was way deeper, “Everyone to know who’s fucking the president so good? Why don’t you tell them? What’s my name?”

“Felix,” I moaned again, louder.

“Can’t hear you,” he sing-songed and sped his pace up, the rough fucking leading me closer and closer to my orgasm.

“Felix! Fuck!” I said, quickly coming undone, strings of moans and curses falling from my lips. Felix soon followed me in orgasming, pulling out and yanking the condom off.

I moved to sit up but Felix pushed me back down easily, that wry smile coming back to his face. It was impossible that he almost looked more beautiful in this moment, the sweat causing his hair to plaster to his forehead. The slight rise and fall of his chest as he watched me, that mischievous glint still there.

“This isn’t a one time thing for me, madame president,” Felix said, his hand coming to clutch my thigh as he leaned over me.

“I would hope not, I kinda like you stalking me,” I smirked and Felix laughed.

“Good, and actually, I’m more of a sub.” Felix said and for the first time ever I saw a blush cross his face.

“Oh really? What made this dominance come out then?”

“Well, knowing you, if I didn’t take control, nothing would have happened. And I have been wanting a piece of that ass since freshman orientation.”

“Huh,” I considered this for a moment before resting my eyes back on his, “We both know I like being in charge.”

“We do.”

“Why don’t you get on your knees and eat me out then? Like a good boy.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Ah,” I said, stopping Felix from putting his head down, “I kind of liked the Madame President. Keep that name.”

“Kind of a mouthful, don’t you think?” Felix teased and I death glared him.

“Take a mouthful of my pussy or shut up, insolent,” I growled out at him and he quickly bent down, licking up at my folds.

He was surprising good at it, sucking gently in certain areas, paying perfect attention to my clit when needed, two of his fingers taking liberties. His fingers inserted themselves into my fold, continuously finding and hitting my G-spot as his tongue did wonders against my clit. The moans were a stream of curses, his names, God’s name and anything else that came to mind as the overstimulation took control.

Before I knew it, I was coming onto Lix’s tongue.

Felix sat up, his mouth and chin covered in my orgasm and before he could wipe it off, I leaned in, pressing a kiss to his lips. The open mouthed kiss filled my mouth with my own taste as he grinned into the kiss.

“You’re amazing, Margueritte,” Felix moved back to say before moving to stand, pulling me up with him.

“It’s been a long day. May I bathe you and take you to bed, Madame President?”

“You’re allowed to,” I said as he guided me to the bathroom.

Who would have known someone as strict and controlling as I am would fall in love with this heartbreaker and total stalker at that?

It felt like something out of an anime I watched a long time ago.

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[sangyeonsofthours]

[01:34AM] “Babe, please, I said no marks.” Jacob’s slurred voice sounded too sexy while his hips kept thrusting into you, and you had to suppress a moan before answering his provocation.

“I- I just can’t handle myself, Cob” your voice is low and you’re whispering your words in a rush, as your lips brush against the skin of his earlobe. The air between you both is stuffed and the smell of sex is nearly intoxicating. Inside your mind and your heart there's just a mantra echoing. And it's Jacob's name.

Situations like this are rare when Jacob is so busy with The Boyz' promotions, so you know you need to make it worth it. So that's why you go a little hard at it. Like, Jacob always asks you to not mark his skin, be it with hickeys on his neck and chest or even scratches on his back and arms, but let’s be honest… How could you control yourself when the man between your legs was ravishing you in the most pleasurable way?

You move your hand away from the strong muscles of his back, where previously your nails were doing the job to deliciously scratch his soft skin. Reaching for his hand, you bring  it up to your face, kissing his rough knuckles as you smile at him.

“I missed you so much” you whisper again.

Jacob's hips faltered to a slow pace as his eyes looked into yours, the glint behind his brown irises dimmed, filling you both the familiar sense of being completely enamored. You were bound to each other. Your lips would smile in a way made just for him as his gaze would hold to yours reassuring you that the feeling was mutual. Even your bodies would move in a synchrony. It has been three weeks since you last saw each other and neither of you minded this tiny inconstancy in your relationship. You just enjoyed the process.

Between crazy schedules and (the kind of) long distance, there were a lot of phone calls full of emotional talks. Near Jacob’s friends (as in his members and managers too), there was acceptance, they liked you and knew you were good to him. Just like your friends saw that Jacob was just as good to you. Oh, and the sex was fucking great! 

All of this made both of you know that’s what you want for the rest of your lives. It doesn't matter how much time you need to wait to be in eachothers arms.  

His gaze shifted down to your lips and back up to your eyes quickly and you raised your brows at him, almost like a way to compel him to start thrusting into you again. And he lets out a chuckle before pounding into you again. You couldn’t help but moan loud and clear at the change of force, but welcomed it by opening your legs a little more for him to reach deeper inside you.

As a few hard thrusts come by, your toes are already curling and that known knot on the low of your stomach is about to burst at the way his cock slides in and out of you, making you feel completely full.

“Babe, i’m almost th-there” your chest is tightening and you can barely speak.

“I know,” he hums lovingly at you, picking up the pace to finally bring you over the edge.

At the time the orgasm hits you, you arch your back at the blowing mind feeling. You moan his name in the most sensual way as white invades your blurred vision and aftershocks spread through your sweaty body.

Jacob silently pins your hands to the side of your head, bigger hands hugging your small ones, and wasted no time to crash his lips against yours again. Your mind is foggy while Jacob grunted at the clench around his shaft. Your hot essence is slipping between where your bodies meet and his own high is building up skyrocket. Your body is so sensitive and you feel all of it. The way his cock pulsated, releasing his load into your sweet cunt, filling you up whilst his moan sounds almost pornographic.

And suddenly he’s everywhere, his lips are everywhere. Your face, neck, shoulders, and chest. You’re on cloud nine, being showered with affection and the burn between your legs hurts in a luscious way.  

“I love you so much!” Jacob murmurs, nuzzling his cheek against your breasts, bringing your intertwined fingers to his lips to give a soft peck to the back of your hand. Under himself he feels your breath and the rapid beat of your heart slowing down to its normal pace. 

You reach your free hand to the back of his head and stroke his soft hair, helping the man before you to calm down too. There’s peace and solace into the few minutes of silence.

“I’m sorry for the marks…” you let out a soft giggle, but Jacob knows you long enough to recognize the tiny hint of guilt in the tone of your voice.

“No, no, babe, it’s okay…” he pouts, turning his head to look at you. His carved angel's chin pokes at the skin of your collarbones at the same time his gentle stare bore into your eyes. “By now my make-up artist is used to having to cover it up for me. And I missed you too much, I don’t care about anything other than you and I having a good time.”

“Thank you for being so good to me, for doing the impossible just to spend some time with me. For loving me like this. I love you too” you smile, finally reciprocating his confession, just for closure. 

“Of course,” he says, leaning in to give your lips a peck, but he just can’t hold himself from hissing when his moves cause you to tighten around him. 

“Ok, so should I clean you up or would you like to stay like this for a little more?” he asks then. You smirk at him and just like your bodies were tuned to each other, both your minds were too.

And it seemed like you were in for a round two.

[baepsaesbae]

Domestic Bliss: Kim Seokjin

Pairing— Kim Seokjin x reader  

Genre— SMUT, Pwp, Fluff, domestic au

Warnings— Oral (f receiving), squirting, orgasm denial, some dom!Jin I guess?

Word Count— 971

Summary— You try to cook breakfast for once

A/n- Happy Jin Day! Adding on to my domestic drabble series with this

You’re scrolling through your phone as your lover happily snores beside you. You’ve grown accustomed to wasting an hour on your phone before he even wakes up.

However, he’s always the one to cook breakfast (which is usually around lunch time since you’re both too lazy to get up). He’s an excellent chef, and always pampers you to a full meal.

Plopping your phone onto the bed, you began to stretch out like a cat. The sudden movement stirred Jin awake. He peered over at you with groggy eyes before covering himself with the blanket again.

You were wide awake now, and had already caught up with all of your social media feeds. Deciding to not let your energy go to waste, you start to climb out of bed.

Jin lazily reached for your arm, attempting to pull you back in to cuddle with him. His eyes were half closed, but you could tell that he just wanted you to stay beside him.

“Good morning, darling. Stay here and rest, I’ll cook for you today,” you say as you gently kiss his forehead.

Once in the kitchen, you put on Jin’s apron. It’s a little too big for you, but you don’t mind. You’re wearing Jin’s shirt from the night before along with just your panties, a pretty comfy combo to say the least.

The stove flames spring to life as you began chopping ingredients. You plan on making breakfast tacos. You cook the eggs in one pan while simultaneously cooking the tortillas in another.

Cooking isn’t really your forte, so you’re frantically running from the counter back to the stove. You didn’t properly plan out when to cook what, so the bacon had just barely begun cooking while the eggs had been done.

After everything was cooked, you happily skipped back to the bedroom. You pounced on Jin, jolting him awake.

“Breakfast is ready! You better get up now or else it’ll get cold,” you say before smothering him with kisses.

“You cooked? Is today a special day that I forgot about?” Jin chuckled.

“No! I wanted to treat you to a meal for once.”

“Y/n….what did you do? Did something bad happen?”

“Nothing bad happened! Fine, I’ll go eat by myself,” you pouted.

Jin grabbed your wrist and pulled you into a bear hug. He gave you a kiss on both cheeks with his plush lips.

You led him to the kitchen to proudly show him what you made.

“Wow, it looks and smells great!” Jin praised.

“Hopefully it’ll taste good too,” you reply.

You sat down at the table together with your tacos. You anxiously wait for Jin to take his first bite. He takes a huge bite and began to chew thoughtfully. He swallows and gives you a meek smile.

“Oh my god, is it not good?” you take a bite for yourself. You couldn’t taste anything bad.

“No! It’s not bad, dear. It’s just that...well…” Jin trails off as he takes another bite.

“Well?” you look at him expectantly.

“The eggs are really dry,” Jin admits.

“Oh,” you look down sadly at your tacos.

“But I still love it since you made it for me. Thank you, y/n,” he gives you a big smile.

He finished his tacos, and sat back in his chair with a satisfied smile.

You began to wash the dishes when Jin came up and hugged you from behind. He kissed you on the neck, causing you to giggle.

“Did I ever tell you how sexy you look in that apron?” he whispered in your ear.

“Is it the apron? Or is it the panties I’m wearing underneath?” you flirt back.

“Mm, maybe it’s both,” he says before spinning you around.

Your lips crash together as his hands firmly grasp your ass. He lifts you up and sets you onto the counter, spreading your legs apart. Peppering kisses along your inner thigh, he stops just before your already slick pussy.

You throw your head back in pure euphoria when he finally goes down on you. The sloppy lewd noises filled the kitchen, but were soon drowned out by your moans. Just as you were about to climax, Jin slowed down his pace and slowly licked shallow stripes across your cunt.

You throw Jin a frustrated glare, but you couldn’t maintain your scowl for long. This vicious cycle continued. As soon as you showed signs of getting close to your high, Jin would taper off. He loved seeing you this way. You got needier and more desperate with each denial.

“Jin, please, I can’t take it much longer,” you huffed out. Your legs were shaking uncontrollably atop Jin’s broad shoulders.  

Jin complied with your final plea. He helped you ride out your climax as your body convulsed around him.

He sat you up, letting you use him for balance. You turn to say something to him, but quickly stopped with your mouth agape. There was a mess all across Jin’s face. From his forehead to his chin, even in his hair.

“Baby what happened? Did I do that?” you ask with concern.

“I think I made you squirt,” Jin replied proudly, not bothering to wipe his face.

“Oh my god that’s embarrassing,” you try to hide your face, but Jin wouldn’t let you.

“Nah, it was pretty hot actually. Like. Really hot,” Jin leaned closer to you, “So hot, in fact, that I think you should get ready for another round. Only this time, I’ll be pounding you so hard into the mattress that you won’t have time to feel embarrassed when I make you squirt again.”

“I’d like to see you try,” you challenged.

Without another word, Jin swept you up and carried you back into the bedroom, where he made sure to make good on his promise.

Published December 3rd, 2020. No editing, copying, translating, or reposting allowed. All Rights Reserved © 2020 Baepsaesbae.

[femdomlieeh]

Caramel (m)

Sub!Brat!Sunghoon (ENHYPEN) x Dom!GF!Reader

WC—4.5 ✧ k

WARNING—jealousy ✧ semi-public masturbation (car, m) ✧ spanking (m!r) ✧ face sitting (f) ✧ degrading ✧ praising ✧ piv ✧ riding ✧ nipple play (f!r) ✧ hair pulling (m!r) ✧ name-calling ✧ pet names (Love, Baby, Mommy) ✧ awkward encounter with Yeonjun from TXT

THEMES—smut ✧ established relationship ✧ fluffy ✧ jealousy ✧ good boy turned bad

NOW PLAYING —I Wanna Be Yours ✧ Arctic Monkeys

A/N. I got some sweet messages of encouragement from readers on both wattpad and tumblr after my last update: thank you! Your words and support motivated me to post this sooner<3

M.LISTS—enhypen ✧ latest updates ✧ read on wp

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The mall was packed with people. After Valentines some stores had crazy sales on winter collections since the last major winter holiday was over and the desperation to empty the racks full of winter clothes before it was too late was at its highest point. So, you and your valentine Sunghoon decided to go to the mall. Although you knew the winter leftovers weren't always the prettiest and that you likely wouldn't end up purchasing anything, you thought it would be fun to try on some clothes and just walk and talk since you hadn't spent much time together since Valentine's Day. Also, who knows, you might actually find something nice!

"Baby, you're so sweet," you whispered into Sunghoon's ear, kissing his temple after he greeted you with two hot lattes, one matcha and one caramel — he always picked those two drinks partly for the taste, caffeine and warmth but also so when the two of you were halfway finished you could switch cups.

"Everything for you, Love," he gave you the matcha latte, blushing at your little affection since you were in a very public setting. The only type of physical touch he felt comfortable initiating in front of others was holding your hand or a quick hug, otherwise it was you giving him pecks on his cheek, sitting on his lap or petting his head, which he loved no matter how embarrassed he felt in the moment — your attention and affection is precious to him.

"Thank you," you took a sip of the matcha, content worth the content and also because the cup was warming up your cold hands, but you grabbed his hand anyway, preferring that source of warmth.

He knew his ears were probably red now. He loved it when your cold hand stole the warmth from his.

You swung your hands a little as you walked to your favorite boutique, hoping to find something nice on sale or just walk around and look at different clothes together. But before you entered you were surprised to hear your name. Immediately you recognised the voice but Sunghoon was caught off guard. A foreign voice. A happy voice. A man's voice. The two of you turned around and spotted a man who looked like he belonged in a Kdrama. Sunghoon wished he hadn't been distracted by your touch as you led him to the boutique and that he instead dragged you two to a hot pot restaurant on the opposite side of the mall so you wouldn't have run into this perfect man but it was too late.

The demon with a picture perfect smile walked up with open arms to you two. Or to you and not Sunghoon to be specific. The handsome man hugged you in front of Sunghoon. His ears didn't turn pink like Sunghoon's would when he gave you a two second hug in public. And omg you hugged this man back!

He pulled the rude, good-looking male stranger by his coat, gently separating the two of you.

"Who are you, again?" Sunghoon asked, very confused as to why a male he doesn't know would feel comfortable hugging his girlfriend right in front of his face.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I got a little carried away when I saw her," the guy said with a grin, which made Sunghoon clench the fist that was once in your hand.

"My name's Yeonjun. ____ and I have known each other for more than six years now, right?" He said, looking at you, not Sunghoon.

"Yeah, I think it's been five, six years already. Time goes by so fast!"

Sunghoon gulped. He hadn't even known you for half that time.

"And we haven't seen each other in so long!" the so-called Yeonjun went to your side, entering the boutique together. Sunghoon felt his mouth go dry at how Yeonjun referred to the two of you as "we" and walked side by side with you so naturally. This fucking doucheb—

"Yeonjun, this is my boyfriend, Sunghoon," you made sure to introduce them to each other since Yeonjun got too excited and talked too much too fast and forgot to ask for your boyfriend's name (which was very much his character).

"Nice to meet you, Sunghoon," Yeonjun held his hand in front of you to shake Sunghoon's hand.

But your otherwise sweet, polite boyfriend pretended like he didn't see the waiting hand, "Likewise," holding your hand instead.

This was supposed to be his day with you, not handsome Yeonjun's day with you. You were supposed to walk slowly, look around for nothing in particular, arms hooked together (your doing), sipping your lattes until they were half empty so you could switch cups!

The thing is, the two of you were right by the entrance to this boutique heading inside when Yeonjun came so its not like you could pretend you were going to another store to get out of this situation or you would seem rude for blowing him off for no reason, especially since he's been your friend of six years. Or have you two been a thing? Was Yeonjun your friend as in you were in the same class at uni or your friend as in ex who you ended on extremely good terms with or — even worse — was he a "right person, wrong time" type of "friend"? No. He's overthinking it. Surely, you would've told him about all your exes already and Yeonjun's name had never been mentioned. Besides you were a smart person, you wouldn't get into a relationship with Sunghoon if you had feelings for or unfinished business with Yeonjun or anyone else.

But the hug. The way Yeonjun showed you physical touch so easily, no sign of insecurity or blushing. Your comfortable body language, as if you've hugged Yeonjun hundreds of times before.

"Do you remember this?" Yeonjun said, holding up a small pink purse.

"Yes, I do remember," you laughed at the memory.

"What?" Sunghoon looked so lost. You two had inside jokes together!

"After you won a bet, I told you I'd buy you a pink purse one day."

"Yeah. We were stressed, broke kids back then," you smiled at the reminiscence. You had gotten a higher score on a test so Yeonjun had promised to buy you whatever you wanted and the first thing you could think of at that time was a pink purse. Since he lost the bet during high school, you didn't expect him to buy it since he didn't have a lot of money and also because it was better to save whatever money he had. But high school was long gone and you hadn't thought of the purse since but Yeonjun remembered.

"Now I have the money to do so..." he continued.

"I already got that same exact purse for her," Sunghoon interrupted before Yeonjun went too far, noticing that was the only pink purse in this section so Yeonjun wouldn't be so rude as to suggest buying another pink purse with another design. Of course, Sunghoon didn't want a handsome man to buy his girlfriend a purse that would remind her of him each time she looked at it — unless that handsome man was Sunghoon, of course.

You looked at Sunghoon after he told the lie, but didn't say anything because he'd also do the same for you if he knew you told a lie to or kept a secret from someone.

"Really? You got her a 30€ purse?"

Now that was rude.

"Well, I really wanted this purse, so the price doesn't really matter," you said, embarrassed your friend would say that to your boyfriend.

"Of course! Of course! If you wanted the purse," Yeonjun tried to save the situation, realizing what he sounded like. He sent a friendly smile at the two of you and started looking through a rail of T-shirts.

After a few minutes of trying to find something that was cute on the sale rack, you called your friend over. "This one would look really good on you, Junnie," you held up a white dress shirt in silk that you found on 30% sale.

"You think so?"

"Yeah, I think you pull off this kind of aesthetic well."

Hm, how do I get her to only look at me? How do I get her to only look at me? How do I get her to only look at-

Sunghoon walked up to the two of you, "Do you wanna switch cups, Love? I know you love caramel latte and it will get cold soon," he held the cup in front of your lips so you could taste it. He was right, you do love caramel latte and it tastes so much better warm. You smiled at him. The way he showed affection without having to touch, but just remembering any little fact about you and being caring always made your heart melt. You lifted the matcha latte cup to his lips, making him taste too and he did, but not without blushing. For a moment he forgot you were in public and he just wanted to lay down, tangle your legs and arms together and with the hot drinks getting cold on the table as a rom-com played in the background forgotten as you just looked at each other and talked and kissed—

"Guys, do you have anything to try on?" Yeonjun interrupted your little moment.

Then you switched cups before you looked over at Yeonjun. "I can't find anything I like for now—"

"Then you can come and rate this shirt on me. See if you were right that I would look good in it?"

Oh no. Sunghoon did not like this. He had to do something fast.

"Look, Love! You would pull off this dress so well," he half-yelled to get your attention and held up the first thing he in arms reach, blushing at both the dress and at the double entendre.

Your gaze turned to your boyfriend but your eyes visibly went from curious to a bit mad. It was a tight, red dress with a deep cleavage — and it was inappropriate for Sunghoon to suggest trying on or buying this kind of clothes in front of someone else, especially a friend you hadn't seen in a long time. But the fact that it had a lace bra under it, making it look like lingerie, was humiliating. You turned red. Not from blushing, but from fuming. It was very odd of your boyfriend to do that; the guy who blushed when you kissed his cheek at a restaurant when you were sitting alone held up this sexy dress and suggested you try on or buy it in front of Yeonjun.

Yeonjun turned away, awkward, "I'm just gonna go...try this on."

"What was that?" You questioned sternly.

"What was what?" Sunghoon gulped, still holding the dress.

You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, "Are you trying to get punished?"

He remained quiet, tall but so small in your presence.

"Cat got your tongue? Hm? Talk, you didn't have a problem being loud just a minute ago," you whispered so others — especially Yeonjun — wouldn't hear you.

The sound of a door creaking was heard, which made you retreat your hand immediately and turn around.

"How does it look?" Yeonjun asked and scratched his neck as he showed off the white dress shirt you suggested.

"My eye was right. You should buy it," you gave him a thumbs up. Sunghoon did not like this.

"Thank y-"

"I wanna try it on too," Sunghoon interrupted him.

"Oh, sure, I can give it to you in a minute."

"Actually, I think I need a bigger size because of my shoulders so I'll just grab a fresh one." It was Sunghoon's turn to be rude.

He felt a minor adrenaline rush — if that even existed — as he power walked to the part of the clothing zoo where he remembered you had told Yeonjun to try on a shirt you found. At this point would do anything to keep your eyes on him instead of that guy. He hurried into the changing room, changing in just a minute and opened the door.

Your eyes were definitely on him. He had styled the shirt a bit differently than Yeonjun, choosing to keep the first four buttons undone, way sexier than the usual one or two undone buttons. The pure white silk complemented his skin, making him ironically look like an angel.

"You look really, really good, Baby."

It was a modest compliment, since you had company, but Sunghoon already knew what you were thinking as you eyed him up and down.

"It looked better on me though," Yeonjun said in a jokingly manner.

"No, I look better in it," Sunghoon said, "Right, Mommy?"

It slipped out. He didn't mean to say that. In fact, he's never called you that before.

Yeonjun gulped and stood up to go, "I'm gonna go pay for this real quick."

"You're gonna regret that," you said with a voice that was too calm.

"What you gonna do about it, Mommy?" Might as well go along with this brat thing.

"Guys, something came up so I gotta go. I just wanted to say bye!" Yeonjun appeared with a bag and an awkward smile.

"Bye," you said, hugging him farewell.

some minutes later.

After throwing the almost empty caramel latte in the trash, you slammed the door of the car (not hard, but a little louder than normal). Sunghoon had embarrassed you in front of an old friend, your angel acting like a brat. And he was just glad he had your attention.

"Love~"

You started the engine and took off, completely ignoring his cute calling.

"Mommy," he leaned over to your side, putting his face in your boobs.

"Brat," you pressed your hand harshly on his dick. He was hard. "You really got hard from acting like a desperate slut in public?"

"Mhm. More, Mommy," he whimpered in your ear.

"Slut," you pushed his face away with the hand that was giving him pleasure just now, placing his head gently onto the neck rest (still worried for him even when you were mad).

He smirked, ears red at the contrast of your words and pushing and then kindness. He needed more. So much more. Any little attention you had given to Yeonjun today, he needed that attention tripled. He would've acted like a brat much sooner today if he knew you would've taken him home to punish him.

With his eyes on you he undid his pants. He wanted to push the limit. You looked away from the road for a split second to catch a glimpse of what your boyfriend was up to, "What do you think you're doing?"

"Being a needy whore," he replied and slid his hand inside the pants.

"Touching yourself without my permission two minutes away from home? You're begging to be punished like the bitch you are," you chuckled and sped up.

"Yes, Mommy," he moaned both as an answer to your statement and because of the pleasure his hand was giving. Apparently he loved calling you that.

"Well, you're gonna get it soon, slut," you replied as you were parking.

At that, he went even faster with his hand to get on your nerves even more. And then you were parked. He went for the door in a second, excited for what was about to happen. You got out too and unlocked the door to your place. A slam was heard after you got in. Shoes were taken off and thrown to the side. Sunghoon took your jacket off for you. "Did I say you could touch me?"

Pink spread across his cheeks as he responded with a no, shy all of a sudden. You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt just like at the mall and dragged him to your bedroom. He almost couldn't keep up with your steps. Inside the bedroom you pushed him to the wall, a moan slipping out. You tugged his hair and pulled his head back harshly. "Pants off. Now."

They were on the floor in seconds. "No underwear? You took them off when you were trying on your shirt? Slut," you smirked and sat down on the foot of the bed in front of him.

"You know your place." He got over her lap, flashing his ass for her to admire. He had been doing weighted Romanian split squats at the gym lately. This position on your lap was one he had been in before. But never for acting out in public or calling you something inappropriate in front of a friend.

Your warm hand started rubbing his skin smoothly to prepare for punishment and joy. "Do you remember your safeword?"

"Pear."

"Do you remember my safeword?"

"Pineapple."

"Good. Count, if you don't we'll start over again. Understood, slut?"

"Yes, Mommy," he said with anticipation clear in his tone. He finally had all your attention on him — and your hands on him as well. This is exactly how he wanted the day to go: spend quality time together.

"How many do you deserve?" You asked to test him.

"Uhm... Ten?" He asked, playing dumb.

"Fifteen it is. Twenty if you misbehave," you said and gave him a harsh spank.

"One," he whimpered out, surprised.

The next one was harder.

"Two," he said under his breath.

"Can't hear you, princess," you slapped his ass cheek rougher.

"Three," he yelled out.

He kept his ground, but you wanted to wreck him for how he acted today — if he wanted to be hurt or just go he should've told you and not been a slut — so you hit harder, if possible.

"F-Four," he stuttered in defeat.

You smirked and brought your left hand to his hair, pulling it.

Your right hand blew him with the same strength as before.

"F-Five," he moaned from the beautiful pain.

Spank!

"Fuck! Six!" He cursed.

"Watch your language," you warned and raised your hand up higher and when it came in contact with his skin it made the loudest hitsound.

"S-Seven. So-So-"

Spank!

"-Sorry! Eight," he exclaimed in a moan so high pitched he was embarrassed.

Spank!

"Ah, nine," he moaned loud enough for the neighbours to be awkward around you next time you see them.

Spank!

"Ten. Mommy, please," he cried out of desperation, not sure if he wanted a break or more.

You were only halfway there, yet his dick already had pre-cum leaking out on your jeans.

"Please what?" You asked and delivered a harder one, knowing exactly what he needed.

"E-Eleven. Mommy, touch me, please," he begged pathetically, knowing you would deny him.

The spank got harder at that.

"Twe-elve," he whined like the bitch he was.

You pulled his head back and looked him in the eyes, "Be a good slut and you might get rewarded"

"Thank you, Mommy."

You let his head go back to rest on the bed (gently just like you'd done in the car) and then spanked him harder to see how much he could take.

"Thirteen," he called out.

His ass cheeks were as pink as his cheeks when you greeted him with a kiss to his temple at the mall.

Spank!

"Fo-Fourteen. Mommy!"

His dick stung at this point. He needed you to touch him so damn much.

Spank!

"F-Fifteen," he moaned, crushed.

He closed his eyes harder, waiting for the next spank.

To his surprise, you just touched his ass softly, grabbing here and there, "You were a good slut for me."

"Thank you, Mommy," his ears got pink at how gentle you were being, petting his hair, combing your fingers through it.

"As a reward you get my cum and if you're good enough you'll get to cum too," you whispered as you nibbled on my ear.

"Thank you, Mommy."

You pulled him off your lap, standing up and giving a peck to his forehead before softly pushing him back on the bed. You let your jeans fall down to the floor to be long forgotten. Sunghoon licked his lips at the sight of you in black panties. They were see-through! He was so distracted and suddenly the panties were gone and you were sitting on his waist.

"Please, Mommy, sit on me," he pleaded with a made-up sweet voice, wanting to be on your good side so you wouldn't tease him.

"How much do you want it?" You moved some hair away from his eyes, resting your hand on his jaw.

"So much. Please, please, sit on my face. I want to be good for you now, please," he made sure to look you in the eye with a small pout.

"I know you got jealous and acted like a slut because you wanted my attention, but you know I like good boys more, right?" You mock pouted at him.

He nodded fast, "I know. I'm so sorry, Mommy. Let me prove I'm your good boy. Please?"

"Since you begged so cutely...prove it to me," you said before you moved up until your pussy was above his face.

He eagerly stuck out his tongue and put in the tip between you folds to tease you a little and to prepare for what was coming.

"You think you're gonna make me cum this way, bitch?"

His tongue slipped in further and faster to taste your delicious juices. You arched your back slightly at the stimulation, he smiled against you and started nudging his nose gently against your clit. Your hands found their place behind you, on his stomach. You weren't satisfied with the feeling of fabric, so grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it up so you could touch the skin and small curves of his abs. Sunghoon definitely had more muscles than that guy. His hands went to your butt and, before you protested, they pushed you further down on his face and so his tongue went even deeper.

"Desperate for Mommy's cum?" You asked and grasped a handful amount of his wet hair.

He hummed against your pussy, sending vibrations; he was determined to make you cum so good you'd let him cum too. You yanked his hair slightly and he arched his back a little. To show his appreciation he kissed on your clit. Whimpers started spilling from your mouth and excitement and pride started filling him. Both his face and cock were glistening with pleasure and neediness.

"I'm gonna cum."

He nodded and dove in deeper and licked you like he had been thirsty for you his whole life. You pressed herself lower on him, moaning. He held your thighs as they were beginning to shake. His lips sucked on your clit as if it were your nipple and you finally blessed him with your tasty cum. He licked and slurped till there was nothing left to swallow.

"What do you say now?" You asked as you sat back on his chest, catching your breath.

"You're delicious- I mean, thank you, Mommy."

You chuckled and continued with a question, "Who deserves rewards?"

"Good boys," he replied happily.

"Are you a good boy?"

"Yes, Mommy."

"Yes, you are. Take this off," you said and tugged his shirt, "That shirt from today looked better on you anyway."

He took it off as soon as you told him to. His dick was still standing proud, red from the pleasure and resistance.

"Please, Mommy, sit."

"You think I'm going to let your slutty dick inside me just like that? Go get a condom now."

He hurried to his bag, stark naked in the sunlight from the window. But he didn't care, he just wanted to be inside Mommy. When he got back you had already gotten nude — and that was enough for him to open the condom, put it on and throwing himself on the bed in seconds.

"Don't get too comfortable, sit up," you ordered him as you crawled onto the bed.

He obeyed and rested against the headboard, attention on you. You continued crawling until you sat on his lap.

"Your thighs are so thick and sexy."

"Thank you," he blushed because he'd been going to the gym consistently and your validation made him proud.

"Feels like a sin to make them tremble, but oh well."

You lowered yourself on him until long moans littered the air, both of you sensitive; you from a little overstimulation right after cumming and him from ignoring his pink dick for so long. Without preparation or warning, you bounced up and down on him. He wondered where you get the stamina to do bounce on his dick so well.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," he cried out.

He saw your boobs bouncing too and just had to start sucking on one of them, hand palming the other one. You gasped. He was very good with his mouth. Your hips moved faster and Sunghoon couldn't keep his moans inside as he switched his mouth to the other boob. He felt like a pervert but he really really loved how your boobs moved up and down when they weren't in his mouth. You tightened your fingers into his hair and made it harder for him to concentrate and suck. He looked up into your eyes through his long eyelashes and started licking your nipple before putting it between my lips.

"My slut."

He let go of your nipple, "No. I'm your good boy, please," and went back to sucking on it.

"Really?"

"Yes, yes, I am. Please, Mommy." Kiss after kiss was placed on your boobs as an apology for being a shameless horndog back at the mall.

"Such a good boy."

"Mhm," he mumbled not letting go of your nipple, sucking harder, needing you to praise him more.

Your thighs were trembling, an orgasm coming soon. Sunghoon was close too, but he needed your permission first. "Mommy. Mommy. I-" A moan disrupted his sentence. "Ngh, Mommy. I-I'm gonna cum."

You yanked his head back at that and put your lips on his neck, "Cum for me, my good boy."

He filled the condom with his cum.

"Th-Th-Thank you, Mommy."

Your hips rode out his orgasm and he moaned like a slut the whole time. "Mommy, hurts."

"Good." You continued overstimulating him, chasing your second orgasm. He bit his lip, trying not to moan too loudly. Then you came too with a small bite to his neck.

You laid on top of him, just hugging, breathing each other in and pecking at each other's faces and shoulders.

"Want me to run us a bath, Baby?"

His answer was a small pout — your weakness — and a soft nod.

You got up and held his hand, leading him to the bathroom where you threw away the condom in the trash and swayed slowly back and forth as you hugged, waiting for the bathtub to fill with warm water.

"Oh! Almost forgot something," you were confused when Sunghoon let go of the hug.

You smiled as soon as you saw him come back with a lighter and caramel scented candle. 

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"I wanna be your vacuum cleaner

Breathing in your dust

I wanna be your Ford Cortina

I will never rust

If you like your coffee hot

Let me be your coffee pot

You call the shots, babe

I just wanna be yours"

—alex turner

[sangyeonsofthours]

Bestie I am literally screaming rn I am so so happy to find a Sangyeon account omfg 😭😭 Can you please give us some Sangyeon thoughts??? If you're up for it, make em extra spicy 😏

AND IM SO HAPPY YOU FOUND ME! it makes my heart melt whenever someone says something like that HASDLASDJJ thanks for hitting my askbox, i hope you’ll be back after this huge 1.3k words rant i just made about what i think sex life with boyfriend sangyeon would be HAHAHAHA (oh, i’d like to warn all of you that it is sangyeon x female partner, but i promise ill try my best to write more about gender neutral in the future)

okay, soooo... there's something i've been thinking about lately, mainly because of my pregnancy series… and i keep thinking about how it would be when you’re in a relationship with sangyeon… 🫣🫣🫣

i think that he is a passionate lover, you know? 👀👀👀 the kind that can go for hours if there’s feelings between both of you, because that’s what gets him going.

i think that he’s the type that when he loves someone, he can’t get much time away from them bc he misses them so much.

so when you’re together, his hands are always on you! he wants to touch you all the time, like hugging or having a hand on the lower of your back, your shoulder or thigh. skinship is one of his ways to show affection. i feel that he quite values spend quality time together too...

he’s one to be always sniffing on your hair and neck bc you smell like home so he wants your sweet scent around him!!! and he wants you to talk about whatever just to hear your voice and giggles. he is sweet and kind and he shows his love for you through acts of service and words of love and praise. and he loves it when you do it back. because everything you do, everything you say!!! is a huge turn on for him!!! his heart goes asdgqwefaghsdls and he can’t control the butterflies in his stomach!!!

(you guys must know that’s kinda of the way we feel when we’re in love, right? we think that the person we love is perfectly cute and idek but everything they do can be a turn on??????? but not the turn on that will wake up a huge boner, but a turn on like… that feeling that hit you hard like oh god they’re my person!!!!!!!! that kind of feeling that makes you feel weak and powerful at the same time!!!! idek am i weird for thinking like this???? 😳😳😳)

so he needs to be near you in all possible ways. and when he has you all to himself…. well… he does know how to show you that 👀👀👀

so i think he'll really treat you right. will take his time to kiss all over your body, from neck, to chest, to belly and thighs. with that kind of long, slow and wet kisses with so much tongue and love bites that will work you up and make you wet your panties even though he is only kissing you yet. (i dont think he’d leave hickeys on exposed skin though, i think he'd like to keep everything you do on private)

oh, he sure as hell loves a blowjob and will gladly let you blow the fuck out of him if you want. he’ll hold onto your hair and fuck your mouth. he groans a lot and lets himself lose it, throwing his head back and grunting whenever his cock hits the back of your throat. can you imagine such a pretty sight? his eyes fluttering closed while his toned chest heaves. (he’d love some body worship, just like he did to you, so please, kiss him, give love to the rest of his body too) asgqwe~qçwskasãs

LETS NOT FORGET TO MENTION THE WAY HIS ABS TIGHTEN OR HIS COCK TWITCHES AGAINST YOUR TONGUE WHEN HE CUMS ASDGHQWELK

well, i don’t think he’s a fan of making a mess on your face when he cums, so he finds it hotter when you swallow it.

and here it comes the most expected part: the dude is a freaking pro at oral! he eats you out really really really fucking good! he uses a lot of tongue, he’s not afraid to savor you! his skilled tongue won't miss any part, from your entrance to your clit. HE KNOWS WHERE THE CLIT IS YASSSSS!!! he loves it when you turn into a moaning mess and let your hands and fingers hold roughly into his hair, so he does everything he can to eat you out the best way possible.

also, he’ll finger you to prep you for his cock, cause he’s a gentleman!!! and also because he loves to tease you until you’re begging for him to finally fuck you. or maybe he’ll overstimulate you. it all depends on the mood.

ah, i’d like to remember that all of the moment is full of dirty talking and praising!

he’ll call you his pretty princess while telling you how you have the most delicious pussy he has ever tasted… and he'll hold you delicately while asking if his cock will fit into your tight hole. all to make you squirm and let out a trail of curses and begs for him to fuck you.

it is such an ego boost whenever you take your shot at dirty talking back to him. he totally loves when you're vocal, saying that you're enjoying everything he does to you. the way he touches you, the way he sucks you, the way he fills you up so good that you don't want any other man to touch you ever again.

(there's a famous saying 'a gentleman in the streets and a beast on the sheets', right? don't yall think it fits him?)

oh, i do think he’d be a bit kinky too… would lose it when you call him “sir” just to tease him, but the man is into powerplay!!!!!! so acting sub for him would be just a bonus! maybe he’d give you some lightly spanking and choking???? maybe… but nothing that would end up hurting you, it is just a way to show he’s in control bc of his soft dom nature…

but i’d like to make an honor mention to the fact that when he's feeling down, the things can turn the other way around. sometimes he’s the one that wants to be taken care of. he’d gladly be a sub for you. he likes it when he’s tired and lazy and you’re the one to take control. he loves hearing you say things like “will you be my good boy and let me take care of you?” and proceeds to give him the succ of his life.

ok but lets move on…

i think the pace goes with the mood, but is mainly sensual idk. sangyeon loves intimacy, so sometimes he can go at a slow and soft pace, making you feel every single inch of him inside you. kinda romantic, you know? full of low grunts/moans and whispers of sweet nothings, from both him and you.

but i can also picture him going at a hard pace, slipping in and out of you in a way that is going to make you gasp/moan with every hip thrust he gives you… the type to make the bed creak at it loudest while the headboard hits the wall hahajsdçlams

and he’s the type to lose himself a bit and get sloppy towards the end, bc you both are so lost in pleasure that you just want to hold onto each other go for it.

he also will always make sure you cum first, though. will rub your clit with his fingers, kiss/lick your neck, chest and nipples and dirty talk right near your ear to stimulate you if it is needed. but lets be honest, it would never be hard for him to make you cum. he knows your body and he does his best to make you feel really good and he loves doing so.

97% of times will cum inside you. even though he's not really into cumming on your face, i think he’d find it hot to see your ass, tummy, thighs and even your pussy messily covered in his cum every now and then.

NOWWWWWWWWW TO WRAP IT UP, LETS GET TO THE AFTERCARE aftercare is really important to him and it doesn’t matter if he went hard on you or if it was just slow soft passionate sex. he’ll always ask if you’re okay and if you need anything. will clean you up and make sure you drink water and eat before going back to sweet kisses. maybe he’d take you to the shower and you both will put on soft pajamas before you can go back to bed to have some pillow talk until you fall asleep.

and that's it folks……. i missed writing some dirty thoughts because i have been writing three different things here on my drafts 👀👀👀 and they're all fluff so I'm SORRY IF A WENT OVERBOARD ON THIS ONE?????

im also really sorry for being inactive and i promise ill post something this week!

[sangyeonsofthours]

going back to Jacob after a long day soft make outs hands everywhere the you get on your knees ready to suck him however he wants, hands in your hair

that would be me EVERYDAY... now if you allow me,,,,,

rating: 18+

[08:14PM] Your hasty fingers desperately attempt to pull the strings of Jacob's sweater pants as he grunts, hips buckling forward a bit.

It doesn't matter how many times you did this to him, you're always willing to give him the best treatment you can and his eager demeanor always makes every ounce of hesitation leave your body.

“I missed you so much today, babe” the man before you grunts as you tug his semi hard member out, your cute little fingers a huge contrast to it’s thickness. “Please, y/n”, a hiss goes through his teeth when you tentatively licks his tip.

You don’t waste time and soon enough envelop him into your wet warm mouth. You’re sure that he wants to say something but he can’t because your ministrations cause him to choke on an almost pornographic moan. And you’re so pleased by the scene before you that you just hum around his shaft, sending him vibrations that just cause Jacob to be louder than before.

This quickly encourages you to speed up the pace then, so you bob your head while dragging your tongue over his length, jerking the base of his cock where your mouth wouldn’t reach yet.

Swiftly you bat your lashes to look up into Jacob’s eyes and the visceral effect it has on him is evident. He can't help but thrust into your mouth, causing his tip to hit the back of your throat harshly.

You mentally thank your lack of gag reflex as you just keep taking him deeper and deeper until your nose is pressing against his trimmed pubes.

Jacob’s chest is panting by now and you know he’s almost there when his hand moves to the back of your neck setting a faster pace and your hands hold on his thighs for support. You let your fingers wander on his soft skin, feeling his flexed muscles.

Your mouth felt so good around him and knowing you were the only one to make him feel that way was enough to make a course of pleasure to run down your body and pool on your lower belly. 

By the time a certain suck involved around his cock and his tip hit once again the back of your mouth, the man lost his control and burst his heavy load down your throat. Your mind almost goes blank before Jacob could push your head away from him, your lips realising his member with a loud pop.

His strong arms gently pulled you to his chest, letting both your bodies lounge on the soft couch while trying to regain your breath. The silence is comfortable.

A few minutes later  he peered down to look at you, arching a brow as a smirk emerged on his lips.

“You did so great, babe” he mumbles, leaning to peck your forehead sweetly. 

“Did I?” you ask, smirking as well.

“Hhhm” he hums, giving himself permission to traill his fingers in an alluring line down your chest to your tummy "now what do you think about me returning the favor?"

[sangyeonsofthours]

me: *writing smut while bloom bloom plays on the background*