sungchan vs condoms. i feel like he would be so whiny about it, talking about how doing it raw feels so much better. when you are adamant about using condoms he takes matters into his own hands, taking off his condom while changing positions so he can feel all of you
rating: 18+. mdni.
content: stealthing
sungchan had seen the prescription. a half-empty package of birth control accidentally left beside your bathroom sink. sungchan felt betrayed when he saw it, remembering how he pleaded to fuck you raw the day prior.
sungchan had tried it all. sucking on the sensitive spot behind your ear as he whispered how good he would feel, holding your hand while you traced each vein running up his shaft as he mumbled that you could feel every single one inside of you, catching the head of his bare cock on your hole as he rutted against your folds. but you still said no, holding the wrapped latex in front of his nose as you pulled away from him.
it bothered him even more now. knowing that he could feel your velvet walls sucking in his throbbing cock without any barriers. sungchan knows he would be extra sensitive, forcing a violent orgasm that would leave him even more addicted to your sweet pussy. you would like it more, too. the texture of his bare cock nudging every gummy wall without the strange smoothness of a condom. best of all, he could fill you with his creamy cum, leaving traces of himself inside.
sungchan looked down at you, taking in the arch of your spine and the back of your head as you buried your face into your pillow. he watched your ass ripple as he slammed his hips against it, cock sliding in and out of your dripping cunt. the color of the latex made sungchan grimace, the visual of the barrier between you always took him out of the moment.
sungchan's cock slipped out of your hole, gliding up the crack of your ass as you whined loudly. sungchan stared at the colored latex choking his cock, beginning to pull it off. it slipped off easily. almost entirely on its own, he reasoned with himself as he clutched it between his fists, the sticky, stretched material making a mess on his palm.
you glanced back at him, eyes wet and dark, mouth swollen and pouted. sungchan smiled softly, leaning over your to press a chaste kiss to your lips. "i'm sorry, baby," he murmured, "don't worry, i'll make sure you feel all of me."
Did Elena Rios really just post text messages that prove that the Tenoch stealthing situation was something someone mentioned in passing and not something that actually happened to her personally? I already thought it was weird she mentioned it in general terms and not direct in her first statement, but is this why?
and me think we love angsty ex ari’s who’s obsessed with us and fallow our every step even when he is mad at us fot leaving them thehehe
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YES WE DO !! something tells me Ari isn't a stranger to stealthing although you didn't want to have children until he stepped back from work. and when you saw the extent of his madness, all of the innocent lives lost for something he just called "business" you knew you couldn't raise a child in those conditions, no matter how much you loved him 🥺 but daddy always knows best, and daddy never agreed with you
he’s just an entitled fratboy who’s gotten everything he’s ever asked for, and finally lands the girl of his dreams 🥺 a dumb little thing for him to control and command 😣 but nooo, your bitchy friends had to convince you he isn’t good for you. Dark thots below: tw stealthing
When you’ve had sex, he’s taken off the condom almost every time. it was easy bc you were stupid the second he put his cock in you, just babbling nonsense as he fucked you into your fluffy bedsheets. he’d talk about filling you up, knocking you up but you just thought it was dirty talk—never noticing his true intentions or that the condom wasn’t some new brand, he just wasn’t wearing one anyway. He made sure to eat you out and clean you all up afterward. Once he even spat his cum back into your mouth, and you, all sleepy and fucked silly, swallowed without a second thought
Okay in the Howard college verse are you making a Andy's girl in it? Because based on the asks I saw you answer their dynamic seems very interesting and I really want to see what you would come up with
hehe yes !! the former Arcadia Phi president gets a different girl, the polar opposite of Curtis' reader. sensual, loud and proud, scandalous, fully in-tune with your sexuality, utilizing your designation and looks to get what you want (sort of like Bryce's girl but minus the toxic relationship).
Since the whole verse is dark, I haven't decided what Andy does to you 😳😳 I don't know if he knocks you up on purpose aka by removing the condom when you're having sex (stealthing)
It wasn’t uncommon for you to walk in your living room to find Makki, nearly always stinking of alcohol or weed, crashing on your couch. You’d complained countless times to your landlord about your broken window, but he always brushed you off since you were on the fourth floor.
“Jesus fucking christ,” you shoved his arm from covering his face. “What are you doing?”
“Mm,” Makki blindly tried pushing your hand away.
“Makki,” you snapped, ripping the pillow from under his head.
The back of his skull hit the hard armrest of your couch with a thump. “Fuck, Y/n! What does it look like I’m doing.”
“It looks like you broke into my apartment for the third time this week, why?” You dropped the pillow on his face.
“Mattsun has another girl over,” he yawned and positioned the pillow back under his head.
“If you keep doing this I’m gonna start making you pay rent,” you scowled, moving to the kitchen to continue your morning routine. “And you better be fucking gone by the time I’m back from work.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he waved you off.
“I’m serious, Makki.”
“Sure you are,” he mumbled, rolling over. “Turn off the lights.”
You flipped two more on.
“Hey, what kinda pizza do you like?” He asked.
You poured two cups of coffee before answering. “Why?”
“Just answer the question.” He rolled his eyes.
“Veggie, now sit up.”
“Aww, you remember how I like my coffee,” Makki crooned, grinning up at you.
You stuck your tongue out at him, kicking his feet. “Move.”
“Fine, fine,” he sat up slowly, pink hair sticking every which way.
Cute, you thought momentarily, before frowning and shaking your head. Scumbag. Makki was a useless, mooching scumbag who flitted in and out of your life, sleeping with you whenever he needed a place to stay.
“I’m serious about being gone.”
“You always are,” he smirked into his cup. “Can I at least shower before I leave?”
It was tempting to tell him no, just to have some control over the situation, but you were always weak when it came it him. He knew it, just like he knew your window would always be broken.
“Yeah,” you sighed.
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Predictably, he was still sitting on your couch munching on a slice of pizza.
“You’re back!” He sat up. “I got veggie.”
“And you were also supposed to be gone.”
“Aww, don’t be like that. Mattsun still has that loud ass chick over,” he held out a slice temptingly.
“Maybe you should try setting boundaries with him. Since, you know, you both fuckin’ live there.” You dropped your bags and accepted the slice.
“He’d do the same thing if I brought a girl home,” Makki shrugged, eyeing you shamelessly from where he lounged comfortably. “I like that little business woman look. You look good in a pencil skirt.”
You shot him a dirty look. “Don’t.”
“Whaaat?” He slid closer to you, now bumping shoulders. “C’mon, you always end up sayin’ yes. Isn’t it exhausting puttin’ this front every time?”
“I’m serious, Makki. Finish your food and leave.”
“Sure,” he smiled, sipping his beer. “How was work?”
You debated answering for a long moment. He knew exactly what he was doing. Buying you food, acting like he cared, all just to get in your pants. He was good at it, and sometimes you’d let yourself believe he actually cared in his own fucked up way.
“Fine.”
“Your boss still being an asshole?” Makki opened another beer and offered it to you.
You accepted it, taking a large sip. “Always.”
“Been sayin’ you just need to quit,” he frowned sympathetically.
“And do what? Smoke weed, couch surf, and drink beer all day?”
“Ohh, so mean,” he pouted. “At least my soul isn’t getting sucked out by a stagnant nine to five.”
Not bothering to respond, you finished off your beer and stood up. “Whatever. I’m going to shower.”
Makki watched you leave, his irritating little smile practically mocking you.
He was poking around your room when you walked in, just a towel wrapped around your body.
“If you’re looking for cash to steal, I don’t carry it anymore,” you said, picking out a large shirt and panties.
“Do you really think I’m still a shitty little teenager?” He frowned.
“Yes,” your eyes dropped to his ‘Thrasher’ t-shirt.
He rolled his eyes. “Borrowed it from Mattsun.”
“Sure,” you started to leave.
“Hey,” he caught you by your bicep. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”
“So?” You glared, shaking his arm off.
“Can you stop being a bitch for five fucking seconds?” He asked.
“I’m being a bitch?” You asked, then laughed. “I’m sorry, but if me setting boundaries with you is bitchy, you’ve clearly never had someone tell you no.”
“Jesus Christ,” he grabbed your arm again, this time hauling you over to the bed. “I think you just like pissing me off.”
“Hey- stop,” you stumbled into the edge of the bed.
Makki’s lips met yours in a bruising kiss, his fingers yanking your towel down. “Stop being obstinate.”
Rough fingers caressed your ribs, any protests disappearing with your soft shivers. “Makki.”
“Shut up,” he crushed his lips to yours and pushed you back until you were flat on your back.
“Wait,” you pushed on his shoulders. “Condom?”
He held up a foil packet, tossing it next to you. “Open it.”
While you fiddled with the wrapper, he quickly stripped naked. Impatient, he snatched it from you and ripped it open, putting it on in one fluid motion. You took the brief break to reluctantly admire him. His broad shoulders tapered into a narrow waist, and lean muscles flickered in movement under his pale skin. His cock was long and flushed, not as thick as some but enough to need foreplay.
“You’re cuter when you’re quiet,” he grinned, two fingers pushing at your entrance.
You squirmed at the slight burn as he pressed in. “You’re such an asshole.”
“You like it,” he curved his fingers, cooing when you moaned. “Yeahh you do.”
“I’ll kick you out,” you said, an obviously empty threat.
He ignored you in favor of pressing his thumb to your clit as he scissored his fingers. You grabbed at his shoulders, biting back moans.
“Don’t do that,” he pulled your lip from your teeth. “Wanna hear you.”
He pushed deep, eyes on your face as he found you sweet spot with ease. Within minutes you were dripping down his knuckles, teetering on the edge of an orgasm that he purposefully kept just out of reach.
“I hate you,” you moaned, tugging at his hair. “Fuck me already.”
“Aww, whats that? Are you sure you don’t want me to leave still?” He pulled back teasingly.
You glared up at him, grabbing the back of his neck to stop him.
“Say it,” he tilted his chin up. “Say ‘please fuck me, Hiro.’”
His thumb pushed expectantly at your lips.
You swallowed down the last bit of your pride. “Please fuck me, Hiro.”
A sickeningly satisfied grin spread across his face. “Aww, so needy. I guess I will.”
“Hey, you’re the one who came here beg-“
Makki easily flipped you onto your stomach, slapping your thigh sharply. He nudged your legs apart with a knee before climbing up the bed and straddling your thighs. He dragged the tip of his cock through your slick, watching you closely. You were too desperate, wiggling your thighs needfully, to notice he slipped off the condom and tossed it under the bed. He was pretty sure you were on birth control anyways. He pressed in slowly, grunting as you eagerly clenched around him.
Reaching up, he placed his hand on the back of your neck for leverage, enjoying the way your face looked smushed into the covers. He didn’t bother letting you adjust, fucking you so roughly your bed frame knocked into the wall. Without a doubt you’d be receiving another noise complaint.
“God, you’re so fucking annoying,” he hissed, leaning down to bite your shoulder. “Acting like you don’t want me.”
“H-hiro,” you moaned into the sheets, drool smeared messily around your lips. You arched your back into his thrusts, eyes rolling as his tip relentlessly met your cervix with sharp bursts of pain.
He littered your shoulders and neck with dark hickeys, and yours hips with marks from his fingers. He wanted you to think of him every time you saw them. He liked stringing you along like this, indulged in the hopeful looks you’d send him when he was occasionally nice to you. It was cute, in some fucked up way he didn’t feel like lingering on.
He could tell you were close, your body wracked with twitches. Normally he wouldn’t care whether or not you came, but he’d recently become addicted to the way you would tighten up around him and how your walls would flutter periodically for a while after. He reached under you, two fingers rubbing your clit arrhythmically until you squealed and creamed on his cock.
“That’s it, yes,” he grunted, watching your ass jiggle each time his hips met yours with slippery noises.
He drooped himself over your back as he came, grinding against your ass until his cock was achy with overstimulation. He sighed belatedly, kissing your shoulder.
“I’m going to fucking kill you.”
He barely caught your elbow from smashing his nose. “Hey, hey! What the fuck?”
“You better have plan b money,” you kicked at him until he rolled off of you. “You fucking prick!”
“Yeah, of course I do,” he tugged a blanket loose, pushing you down to wrap you up in it so you couldn’t hit him. “Fucking calm down.”
You glowered at him, relaxing warily against his chest. Despite being a raging douchebag, he did give good post sex cuddles.
