FINISH LINE WAS INSANE!! firstly it was written so well, with such an interesting storyline, i liked that it was different from other smut one shorts. BUT THEN THE PLOT TWIST?? had me GAGGED like i was not expecting wonbin to be the ex?? definitely need a part 2, please, it was so good !!
ahhhh thank you!! your comment means so much, honestly! i am such a sucker for angst, and i really wanted to try a smut story line that was a little different so i'm glad you enjoyed it!!
ahhhh who doesn't love a good plot twist ;) and if wonbin was my ex i dare say i'd act the same way!!!
i was thinking about a part 2 for this... though i haven't decided what exactly is going to happen (maybe y/n will get a visit from an ex...)
Summary: no matter how many times he tries, your boyfriend Anton just can't make you cum... until tonight
Genre: smut, LOTS of it, p in v, oral, very angsty (you've been warned), toxic relationship vibes
Word count: 3k
“It’s been ages, do you think you’re close?”
Anton looked up at you from between your legs.
You were lying on your bed, stark naked, sweat dripping between your breasts, whilst Anton tried his best to eat you out. His chestnut brown hair was ruffled, and a light blush tinged his high cheekbones. His plump lips were wet with your slick.
“Not really…” you said, staring up at a cobweb in the corner of the ceiling.
When you had first started dating Anton, things were amazing. Anton was tall, athletic, with a pretty face and a gentle voice. Impossibly, he was into you, the shy nerdy girl who was more comfortable with anime characters than real boys, and who disappeared into the crowd at parties.
Anton had this soft and sweet side he only showed to you. After swim practices, he’d carry you on his shoulders and run through the college sports field. With his large hands holding your thighs in place and your hair blowing in the wind, you felt like you could fly.
Tonight, the feeling of Anton’s breath on your pussy felt cold and alien. Every instinct in your body was telling you to push his head away. But you figured that would hurt his feelings, so you just balled your hands into fists instead, and took it as best as you could.
In your tiny, brick-walled studio apartment, Anton was all wrong. He was too tall to fit on your single bed, too loud for your neighbours, and too clumsy to be left alone around your things.
Anton leant back down towards your cunt.
He poked out his tongue and swirled it over your pussy lips, jabbing at your clit and then licking down to your hole. His movements were too harsh, and yet somehow also ticklish.
When he prodded his tongue into you, you winced.
You and Anton had been at this for the best part of an hour. He’d started with his hands, clumsily fingering you with his big, thick fingers. Then, he got down on his knees and buried his face between your thighs.
Anton sighed. “My jaw hurts. I don’t know how much longer I can do this.”
No matter how many times he tried, Anton just couldn’t make you come. In the early months of dating, Anton had seen it as fun challenge. He’d tried to fuck you in a hundred different ways - in the bed, on the kitchen counter, against a wall, even once in a jacuzzi after dark, just to see if one of them would hit the spot.
The problem was, none of them did.
You and Anton had been dating for a whole year now, and the routine was getting stale. You had orgasmed on your own many times, and even your first boyfriend could to make you come. But there was something about Anton that meant you couldn’t orgasm, no matter how attractive you found him, or how much you liked him.
The disconnect had seeped out of the bedroom and started affecting the rest of your life with Anton. You no longer found his antics funny, and his cocky attitude was just annoying. You couldn’t help but notice that he also didn’t look at you with the same hunger as he did when you first started dating.
“Why don’t you just stop, Anton. I don’t think it’s going to happen tonight.”
Anton frowned. “No.”
He reached forwards and pushed two fingers into your pussy again. He scissored his fingers into you, pushing at the soft, squishy ridges on the inside of your cunt.
You felt the beginnings of pleasure build inside of you. It was a like a low rumbling, pre-historic, almost forgotten. But almost as soon as it began to wax into something you could enjoy, it waned, and disappeared forever.
You could feel your pussy drying up, and soon, the friction of Anton’s fingers inside you felt like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing against each other.
You pushed him away from your thighs.
Anton sat up. The bottom half of his face was gleaming, and his lips were rubbed raw, a dark pink. He was hunched over, muscled arms crossed over his chest. He always had the worst posture.
Anton looked worn out. He had dark circles under his eyes, and his curls were matted with sweat against his forehead.
To be fair, Anton had been trying his best to get you off. You began to feel sorry for him. You were thinking about sucking his dick for a while as a reward for all of his effort.
But then, Anton’s face twisted into something unrecognisable.
“You know, Y/n. Maybe there’s something wrong with you. I’ve never had this problem with girls before. And I’ve been with a lot of them. A lot.”
There was a stern edge to his voice that you’d rarely heard. It made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on edge.
You scowled. “Great. Why don’t you talk more about all the women you’ve fucked. That’s definitely going to get me wet.”
Anton rolled his eyes. “You’re so… immature.”
You pushed yourself up onto your elbows and let out a shaky breath.
“I just can’t relax when I’m with you, Anton. You don’t… listen. I’ve asked you to meet my parents fifteen times, and you keep making up lame excuses not to. Do you even want to be with me?”
You were acutely aware that you were still naked. But the blanket had fallen down onto the floor beside Anton, and you didn’t want to get close to him to reach it.
“Ha.” Anton laughed, with no humour on his face. “So you can’t cum because I said no to meeting your parents? That is some fucked up logic, Y/n. Stop being such a girl.”
For a moment, you were too hurt to speak.
You flopped back onto the mattress and flung your arm over your face, covering your eyes.
“Let’s just call it,” you murmured. You weren’t sure if you were talking about this evening, or your whole relationship.
Suddenly, you felt a hand grab your ankle.
Anton pulled you to the edge of the bed, sliding you effortlessly across the sheets, as if you were a doll, not a person.
You yelped at the sudden movement.
When you pulled your arm away from your face, you gasped.
Anton was standing at the edge of the bed, holding his heavy cock in his hand, and stroking it. Somehow, in the last few seconds, he had removed his sweatpants, and was now silently jerking himself off, eyes glued to your cunt.
“What are you doing?” you asked, covering your pussy with your hands. You felt heat warm your cheeks.
“Don’t I get to cum tonight?” he said, his black eyes wobbling.
You sighed, and let your head fall back down against the mattress. “I guess so.”
Anton positioned himself between your thighs. Then, he pushed his cock into you without any warning. He penetrated you deep, right to the brim all in one go, and began to thrust.
There was no talking as you fucked.
Anton leaned forwards and grabbed your breasts, squeezing them in each of his big hands. He held onto your breasts for stability as he jerked into you, hips slapping against you.
Each time your nipples brushed against his palm, you felt little sparkles of pleasure. But it wasn’t enough to make you wet. Your orgasm was like a mirage, shimmering on the horizon, but disappearing as soon as you neared it.
You could feel your cunt getting drier by the minute, and you knew Anton could feel it too.
The sex was awkward. You kept your head turned to the side, trying not to look at him. Every time your eyes accidentally locked, one of you blushed and looked away.
The only sounds in the room were the knocking of the headboard against the wall, and the clinking of Anton’s silver necklace as it swung against his chest with each thrust.
His penis was warm and heavy, pushing you from the inside, forcing you to stretch around him. It hurt, even though he’d done this with you a hundred times.
There was a burn in your inner thighs as you kept your legs spread. You don’t know how much longer you could do this.
Anton screwed his eyes shut and fucked into you faster, chasing his own release. You were little more than a warm hole to him. You felt tears push against your eyes, threatening to spill.
He let out a low grunt.
Anton pulled out of you without warning, and came all across your stomach. You felt a hot liquid splash across the mound of your pussy and drip down your thighs.
Anton jerked his angry red cock rapidly, hunched over your body, as more cum shot out in short bursts. You could feel some leaking onto your navel, then soaking into your pubic hair.
There was so much cum it was almost obscene. Anton was letting it spill all over you with wild abandon. It was like he made a mess on you on purpose, just to show off that he could orgasm and you couldn’t. It was mean, but that’s what Anton was like.
You felt sticky and used, but still wound up tight. After all, you didn’t get to cum.
Anton sighed, his body relaxing.
He took at long look at your sprawled out form, his expression unreadable.
Anton pushed himself off you and stood up. He paced around the room, picking up his discarded clothes and dressing himself. He pulled on his varsity jacket.
You lay on the bed, unmoving, with Anton’s cum cooling and beginning to dry on your naked body. He sat on the edge of the bed and laced up his shoes.
Without handing you a towel to clean up or saying a word, Anton walked to the door of your apartment and left. He slammed the door behind him.
You stayed on your back for far too long, looking up at the cracks on the exposed brick.
Seconds faded into minutes. You could hear the muffled laughter of the neighbours coming through the wall. They sounded happy. You don’t remember the last time you felt that way.
The door clicked open.
You lifted your head up off the mattress and looked towards the door. It was Anton. His cheeks were whipped red and his jacket dark with rain.
“Did you forget something?” you asked.
Anton strode into the centre of the room, his eyes alight.
“Get up,” he said, pulling you up by your arm.
His fingers dug into the flesh of your arm as he lifted your entire weight, making you yelp.
Anton pulled you towards him and captured your mouth in a rough kiss, as if he was trying to force life into you through his lips. His tongue was warm and wet as it pushed into your mouth.
He bit into the soft plumpness of your lips, drawing blood.
“I love you,” he whispered, his hands gripping onto your waist like a life raft. “I want to do whatever it takes to make this work.”
Your head was spinning from the sudden switch in his behaviour. You were acutely aware that you were still bare before him. Your nipples brushed against the rough fabric of his jacket.
You tried to kiss him back and match the rhythm of his lips, but he was too much, too fast.
“Get on the bed. On your hands and knees,” Anton said, voice tight.
Before you had a chance to say anything, Anton turned you around and pushed you down onto the bed, so that you were on all-fours, with your butt exposed to him. You thought about how your pussy might look from behind, and blushed.
Anton climbed onto the bed behind you and kneaded the soft flesh of your ass.
You heard the sound of a belt buckle clinking, and then suddenly, you felt Anton’s heavy, firm cock prod against the back of your thigh. You were surprised that he was erect again so soon.
“I’m gonna make you come this time, baby. I promise,” he said, rubbing the tip of his cock against your pussy lips.
You’d never fucked doggy style with Anton before. It felt strange, being on your hands and knees like this. Vulnerable.
When Anton pushed his cock into your vagina, you cried out.
He fucked you with a new determination, grabbing onto your hips and pummelling you from behind.
Anton was moaning, almost pornographically, as he jerked his cock into you, pelvis smacking against your ass.
You knew this should turn you on. Any girl would give a year of their life to trade places with you - to get a chance to be fucked by such a handsome and athletic guy. But somehow, you just couldn’t enjoy it.
The force of Anton’s thrusts increased until your arms gave out, and your chest hit the mattress with a soft thump. You turned your head to the side and rested it on the pillow.
You let your eyes slip shut as you were rocked back and forth by his rhythmic thrusting.
With your eyes closed, your mind started to wander. You went to a place, buried deep, where you didn’t normally allow yourself to go.
A flash of dark hair.
Wide eyes.
Prominent collarbones. Whimpers when you kissed them.
You felt sparkles of pleasure travel up your legs and to your core. Just like that, Anton’s cock inside you started to feel pleasurable. You heard a loud moan escape your lips.
You screwed your eyes tighter shut, desperately trying to grasp onto the image in your mind’s eye.
Broad, tanned shoulders.
Wet lips pressed against your ear and whispers of sweet nothings.
A slender cock that curved to the side and squeezed your cunt just right.
Wonbin.
All the memories of your ex-boyfriend came flooding back. With them came a gush of wetness soaking your pussy, and coating Anton’s cock in slick.
Wonbin shattered your heart into a million pieces and then smiled like he didn’t even know he had hurt you. That was two years ago, but the wound still felt fresh.
Anton must have felt the slickness in your pussy, because he suddenly picked up the pace of his thrusting. He started to glide in and out of you like hot butter.
He curved his arm around to your front and started to rub harsh, tight circles on your clit.
“Just like that,” You moaned, the sound half muffled by a pillow.
You started to push your hips back against Anton, meeting him at each of his thrusts.
It may have been Anton’s cock inside you, but it was Wonbin in your mind, egging you on, coaxing your orgasm to the surface.
You thought about how Wonbin would go down on you for hours, till your cunt was sticky with slick and trembling with aftershocks. He wouldn’t come up for air, not even when you tugged his hair and dug your nails into his smooth, muscled back.
The pleasure in your cunt started to build again. Slowly at first, then rushing to a crescendo.
“I’m going to-” you gasped, your breath caught in your throat. Your orgasm crashed into you like a train, exploding over every inch of your body.
Anton must have felt how your pussy started to clench around his cock, squeezing him vice-tight. He groaned in surprise. The feeling was too intense for him, and before he knew it, he was coming too. He spilled into your hot, wet cunt.
“Fuck!” he grunted. The force of his own orgasm surprised him.
His cum mixed with your juices and dripped down your trembling thighs.
Anton pulled his dick out of you and slumped onto the bed. Sweaty. Exhausted. Jubilant.
Your eyes were still shut. You knew that when you opened them, he would disappear, and you wanted more than anything to hold onto that memory for a moment longer.
Anton pulled you towards him, manoeuvring you so that your body was pressed into his side.
“I did it,” he said, kissing your hair. “I finally fucking did it.”
You opened your eyes and turned to look at Anton’s face. His brown, simple eyes stared back at you.
“You did it,” you whispered.
You pressed a soft kiss to his lips, before lying back down and nuzzling against him.
What Anton doesn’t know won’t hurt him, you thought, before drifting off to sleep.
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I just read teenage dirtbag and it was SO cute 😿can u pls write an established relationship au, where reader loves giving saku cheek kisses but he acts like he hates it, and does the same to reader 🤯 I saw sion doing this to saku and I almost exploded becuz he's so cute argh
heyyy thank you for the request!!
here is the fic - summer lovin' - hope you enjoyed it ;)
Summary: lying on the beach, you decide to attack your boyfriend Sakuya with kisses. only, things get a little too hot to handle...
Genre: fluff with suggestive themes!
Word count: 1k
A/N: Thank you to the anon who requested cheek kisses... I loved the ask, and I wanna make Sakuya mad too!
Your boyfriend was the strangest boy in the world.
You were on a day trip to the beach, but instead of sunbathing or splashing around, he was reading.
Sakuya was hunched under your beach umbrella, squinting over the wavy, slightly sticky pages of his latest romance manga.
You admired his bare skin, tracing the bumps of his spine, where his sand-caked lower back met the thick pink waistband of his slick trunks. Tiny red dots marked where the rocks had dug into his back.
You tiptoed up to him, and squirted suncream on his back.
“Hey!” Sakuya yelped, not turning. “What is that?”
“Suncream,” you said. “Do you want to burn like last time?”
Sakuya shuddered at the memory. “Fine,” he grunted.
You smoothed your hands over his broad back, mixing suncream and gritty sand.
It felt good. So good, in fact, that you couldn't hold back and pressed a kiss to his soft cheek.
“Ah!” Sakuya grunted in displeasure.
You giggled, clasped his broad neck and kissed his cheek again.
Sakuya twisted, almost throwing you off with his strength.
You kissed him again, then once more, gripping onto his shoulders as hard as you could.
“Could you not-” Sakuya grumbled, dropping his book face down.
Suddenly, he turned around and pinned your shoulders to the sand, then sucked a wet kiss to your cheek.
“How do you like it?” he said. His pupils were tiny mirrors, reflecting twin images of your dazed face. His eyelashes were clumped with sand. Even under the shade of his body, the hot sand burned your back.
You were too dazed to respond.
Sakuya bent down and kissed your cheek again, more firmly. Your skin was bruised now.
“How do you like that?” Sakuya said again, but this time he was whispering, like he meant it.
His face was dark under the hot blue sky.
You nodded, staring into his eyes.
Sakuya leaned down awkwardly and kissed your cheek again, then the space next to your lips. Then finally, his cool mouth pressed against yours.
You sighed, rocking your head back and opening your mouth to let him in completely.
His mouth moved over yours, feeling out each corner of your lips. Naturally, his hand slid under your head, pulling you closer.
Sakuya stopped fighting gravity and let his body sink heavily over yours.
His weight pressed you down. You could feel every part of him, from his rough knees, to the seawater that had gotten hot in his trunks, to the sticking of his bare stomach against yours. The sand that pooled in his belly button.
When his tongue pushed between your lips, you both froze.
Your eyes flew open, meeting Sakuya’s, only an inch away. You had never kissed with tongue before. You'd wanted to, of course, but you'd both been too scared of doing something wrong and embarassing yourself.
Sakuya was still frozen - so you clasped the back of his neck, closed your eyes, and pressed your tongue against his to show him that you wanted it.
It was the strangest feeling, kissing your boyfriend like this. How was it, that each gentle nudge of his tongue on yours sent heat right between your legs?
It was true. You were wet in your bikini bottoms. It made you dizzy and a little terrified.
You pushed Sakuya off, suddenly, terrified that he would feel the heat between your legs and somehow know.
You lay back in the sand, panting, grabbing your sunglasses and sighing in relief when the white sun turned a warmer shade of yellow.
“Sorry, Saku,” you said, trying to soften your voice. “That just moved kind of fast, right?”
You turned to look at Sakuya, but he wasn't looking at you. He was staring down at his pink swim trunks, which had swelled into a large and noticeable triangle.
You looked up, fixing your eyes on the waves in the distance. Your chest felt funny, and the heat between your legs had gotten even stronger.
You knew what that was. You were just way too scared, excited and confused to have the faintest idea what to say about it.
Sakuya cleared his throat, discreetly tucking the offensive object into the waistband of his trunks.
Then he picked up his book, bent the cover between his palms to flatten it, and kept reading like nothing had happened. Like you hadn't just crossed a line you could never return from.
“Sorry about that,” he said with an awkward tip of his head. “It won't happen again.”
You looked away from him. “I could be okay with it happening again. Maybe inside… and when there aren't people everywhere.”
“Cool,” Sakuya said, his voice tight with excitement.
“Also,” he added quietly. “Now would be a great time for you to go off and do some swimming. I think - your being here isn't exactly helping it go away.”
You nodded, and jumped to your feet.
Then you ran off to the sea, your heart thumping, your hand pressed over your mouth to contain your hysterical laughter.
When you dived into the cool water, your head was full of Sakuya, and cheek kisses, and summer afternoons to come.
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"I can take it," you moaned.
Your boyfriend Anton loomed over you; hips nestled between your open legs. His heavy body pressed you down into the mattress.
You felt the tip of his cock prod against your hole.
“That’s it,” he grunted. Anton rocked his hips forwards, trying to push his cock inside your pussy.
His brows were furrowed, and his silver necklace dangled in the space between you.
Anton tried to push himself in. He was firm but gentle, applying a constant pressure. You felt your pussy stretch around his fat tip. Already, it was too much. The stretch grew into an intense burn.
"Stop, stop!" You shoved his shoulder, wincing.
Anton pulled out of you and flopped onto the bed. You watched his muscled chest rise and fall as he panted.
"The tip went in that time," Anton said, wiping the sweat from his brow. "I'd call that progress."
You and Anton had been trying for weeks, but no matter how many times you did it, you just couldn't manage to fit his big cock inside you.
"It was barely in, Ton. What if we can never…” Your voice cracked.
You rolled onto your side, hiding your face from your boyfriend.
Anton sighed. You felt the mattress dip behind you as he shuffled closer.
"Maybe we should just break up," you mumbled into the pillow. "You deserve a girlfriend who can actually fuck you right."
Anton's large hand squeezed your shoulder. "Stop that talk."
He pulled you so that you were lying on your back and gazed into your eyes lovingly.
"Am I going to have to kiss you to shut you up?" He said, with no malice in his voice.
You gave him a small smile.
Anton leaned down and kissed you. His lips were soft, and tasted faintly of chlorine, like always. His hot tongue pressed into your mouth, making you shudder.
Anton's hand trailed down your jaw and settled on your breast. He squeezed the soft flesh in his hand, moaning into the kiss. His fingers rolled over your nipple, sending licks of pleasure down to your core.
His hand skated further down, over your tummy, over your hips. His fingers stroked your soft curls before sliding across your pussy. You could tell he wanted to finger you.
"Wait!” You sat up, pulling the rumpled bed sheets over your naked body.
"There's something we could try. That would help it to… go in," You bit your lip. "But it's kinda... different."
"Tell me," he murmured.
You gnawed at the end of your hair. "I've never tried it before, but I've thought about it... a lot."
Anton's arm muscles squeezed as he pushed himself up. He stared at you curiously.
"I want you to choke me," you whispered, cheeks burning.
"I don't-" Anton spluttered. "You want me to...” He shook his head vigorously, the tips of his ears flushing red. "No way. Don’t wanna hurt you.”
"Are you sure you're not into it?" You pointed at his cock. "You're hard again."
You and Anton both looked down at his cock. It was thick and dark, and swelling in front of your eyes. The tip was already glistening.
Anton chewed his lip.
"Okay," he said, voice tight with excitement.
You lay back down, and Anton settled between your thighs again. You could feel his cock, hot and heavy, pressing against your stomach.
Anton reached his hand towards your face. Your breath caught in your throat.
He tucked your hair behind your ear, his fingers grazing your sensitive lobe. Then he brought his hand lower, tracing over your jaw.
His fingers touched your neck, just tracing over the soft skin. You gasped.
Then, Anton wrapped his hand around your throat.
You felt his large fingers on your neck. You felt prickles of fear and pleasure jolt down your spine.
“That’s it,” you squeaked.
Anton squeezed your throat, just a little.
You were beginning to feel a little lightheaded. Suddenly, you felt a gush of wetness flood your core.
Anton rubbed his cock against your slit, pushing his dick over your clit and then down to your hole.
"You're so wet," he said, looking down to where your bodies met in awe.
“All for you,” you moaned. Your pussy was throbbing with a need for him.
Anton pushed his cock against your hole, squeezing the tip inside you. His eyes were almost crossed with concentration.
He pushed in more, going a few inches deeper.
You could feel your pussy being stretched around his big cock. It felt like heaven.
With his hand on your throat and his cock inside you, you began to see stars.
"Nearly there..." Anton rocked his hips forwards, pushing harder. You closed your eyes and tried your best to relax into the sensation. Before you knew it, he had pushed his entire cock inside you, all the way to the base.
You both groaned at the feeling.
"I can't believe it!" You laughed breathlessly.
Anton released your throat and covered his face with his free hand. That's when you noticed he’d gone a deep shade of red.
"Trying not to come... fuck-" Anton groaned, squeezing his eyes shut.
You felt full with the weight of him inside you. Finally, finally, you had Anton where you wanted. You stroked his muscled arm as you waited for him to calm down.
Anton took two deep, shaky breaths. Then, he started to thrust.
He started to fuck you, slow and deep at first, before picking up the pace. Pleasure curled over your skin, sending delightful trickles all over you.
Anton grunted. "Fuck, this is so hot. You're so hot."
Anton grabbed your throat again, holding you in place as he slammed his cock into you. He used the entire strength of his athletic body to fuck you, no longer being gentle.
You gripped onto his shoulders as his thrusts shook your entire body.
"More," you moaned, arching your back so your tits brushed against his muscled chest, shooting off sparks every time your nipples brushed his skin.
"Look at you, fucking angel," Anton moaned. Sweat glistened on his brow, matting his dark fringe to his forehead. "Wanna fill you up."
You could feel Anton everywhere, his cock in you, his heavy body on top of you, the scent of his sweat and the love in his eyes.
Anton pushed up one of your legs so that it was folded against your chest. With this new angle, you could feel him so much deeper.
“So- good,” he said, voice getting whinier. You’d never heard him so riled up.
Anton fucked you harder, like he wanted to bury himself inside you and stay there forever.
You were overwhelmed with the stretch and the pressure and the heat of him in you. You were wet. Wetter than you'd ever been before.
"Anton, I'm so close," you moaned. You were almost at your orgasm, your pleasure rising, the heat building. Anton picked up the pace, fucking you faster and faster until-
You felt an intense pressure building inside you like you'd never felt before.
"Wait, Anton, I think I'm gonna-"
But it was too late. You felt a warm gush between your legs.
You both moaned in surprise, realising that you’d just squirted all over your boyfriend.
Anton’s eyes went wide. "Did you just… squirt?"
You looked between you to see that Anton's abs were glistening with your slick.
“I’ve never done that before,” you said, smiling shyly.
Anton thrusts were getting erratic now. He thrust once, twice, hips shuddering. He pushed all the way in and groaned, loud and filthy, as he came inside you.
"Fuckkkk," he groaned, his head flopping down to your shoulder.
You felt a hot sticky liquid fill you up and spill out onto your thighs. Your pussy was still throbbing from the aftermath of your orgasm.
Anton dropped down onto you, his shaky muscles unable to hold himself up any longer.
"Best. Day. Ever," he whispered, eyes slipping shut.
You stayed like that, Anton’s cock buried in your pussy, one of his hands wrapped loosely around your neck, as you both fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.
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Summary: At the beach with your flirty friend Karina, applying sunscreen on her back turns into something more...
Genre: smut, friends to lovers, female reader
Word count: <1k
Applying suncream on Karina’s narrow back… that was totally normal, right?
Your hands trembled as you massaged the sunscreen over her shoulder blades and down the lightly furred dimple of her spine.
This was something friends did for each other all the time. You were sure it didn't mean anything. It couldn't mean anything. You were nothing special to Karina - she was equally flirty and friendly with everyone.
You sat straddling her back. She was in a tiny black bikini and shorts, the neatly looped black bow the only part of her back you couldn't reach.
Your fingers kept skating towards it, but you didn't dare to slip underneath.
“Just undo it,” she said, her voice a little muffled. She was resting her cheek on her hands, eyes shut like she barely cared.
“The-?” you stuttered.
Karina huffed, reaching behind to flick open the black bow.
You gazed at the thin tan line underneath, then finally dared to skate your fingers over it. You tried not to think about her soft breasts squished on the sand.
“Go lower, too,” Karina said, in a strange voice. If you didn't know better, you might think she was nervous.
You shimmied down to her legs, then gazed at the hem of her shorts. It was impossible not to stare. Her butt squeezed out of the distressed denim. Sand and seawater caked her thighs.
The shorts were so tiny that where they went between her legs, you could see a sliver of black bikini bottom and a dusting of pussy hair. Your throat went dry.
She shimmied down her shorts for you to apply the suncream. Your fingers timidly covered the area.
The shorts went lower and lower until she just kicked them onto the sand, leaving her in only her bikini bottom.
For a second, your fingers accidentally skated over the edge of her pussy. Karina sucked in a breath.
“Sorry!” you said, upsetting the suncream bottle in the sand. “That was an accident. I swear.”
“Are you sure?” she said, and suddenly, her brown eyes were staring seriously into yours.
“What?”
“I mean…” she said, her fingers tracing shapes in the sand. “That would be a shame. What if I wanted you to touch me there… again?”
“Here? In public?” you whispered, eyeing the couples sunbathing a little way off, the kids playing in the distant ocean. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. It was all happening too fast. You needed time to think.
She batted her thick eyelashes, lying down like she was about to nap in the sand again. “I suppose it was a mistake.”
This was your moment. You had to act now, or Karina would never look at you like this again.
Daring your hand to stay still, you slipped her bikini bottom to the side, and slid your fingers over her bare pussy.
To your shock, it already glistened with wetness. It was softer than you could ever imagine, except for the gritty sensation of sand.
Karina’s eyes were still closed, but you could feel her rolling her hips up against your hand.
Unable to resist, you slipped a finger inside her, and earned a sweet sigh. She was burning hot, and sucked your finger in so deep you were breathless.
You buried your fingers in her pussy, knuckle deep, tracing every sigh, every tremble of the fat of her butt.
When you looked up, you saw the couple nearest staring at you, but you didn't care. Karina had no idea, and you knew she looked beautiful. Let them stare.
When she came, it was with a low, husky moan. Wetness soaked your fingertips.
Karina twirled around, flashing you a shy smile. Her bikini top, still untied, slipped off her chest, revealing her large breasts and round, dark nipples.
She pressed the cups to her chest, laughing. “I forgot it was untied.”
“No,” you said. “I want to see. You're beautiful.”
Looking quickly around, she let it slip down again, then pressed shyly against you.
Her fingers slid inside your bikini bottoms. As soon as she plunged her fingers inside you, you came with a shudder.
“Sorry,” you mumbled. “I—I was so worked up, and-”
“I like it. Easy to please,” she whispered in your ear. “I think I can get more than one orgasm out of you. Wanna see my hotel room?”
You couldn't agree fast enough.
Once you both looked respectable, she grabbed your hand and you ran down the shore.
“I like you, you know!” Karina called into the wind. “That's why I invited you out today, away from the others. Because I like you!”
You were so giddy you felt like you were flying. Karina didn't need to hear that you liked her back. It was obvious to anyone with eyes that you were head over heels.
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Summary: Giselle calls you the 'perfect virgin'. When horror strikes your town, she decides to take your virginity once and for all.
Genre: smut, oral, dom!Giselle, *toxic yuri*
Pairing: Giselle x female reader
Word count: 2k
You scrambled up the stairs, almost crawling, your lungs screaming. White spots were already taking over your vision. In seconds, you would pass out.
You didn’t care. You just had to hide before the killer found you.
Yes. The attic.
Willing yourself to take one more flight of stairs, you threw open the attic door… and saw the masked killer at the top. He spun around to face you, knife in hand.
Everything slowed down. You heard each one of your heartbeats. Slow. Separate.
So this was where you would die. The final girl.
Suddenly, the knife clattered out of the killer’s hand. He sagged onto the floor.
Behind him, was the small, slender frame of a girl. She was holding a knife with both hands, her limbs trembling. Her long dark hair was wet and matted. The blood splattered all over her face was dark and dry. Only the blood on her hands was fresh.
“Giselle,” you breathed. “You … saved my life.”
Giselle looked down at her hands and shrieked, dropping the knife. “Oh my god. What have I done?”
Her bambi eyes sparkled with tears. Her thick lashes trembled. She raised her hands to her face, staring at the killer’s blood.
“You saved us,” you said hoarsely. “I thought I was the last one left.”
“I thought so too,” she whispered. “If you hadn’t surprised him, I would be dead.”
“Woah,” she said, stepping over his body and climbing shakily down the stairs, dragging her bloody hands along the walls. “Y/n. You don’t look so good.”
You wanted to answer, but your voice wasn’t working. The white spots grew…
Giselle’s warm, shaking hands gripped you as you felt yourself fade away.
“Baby…” you heard your best friend say as you let go of consciousness, her warm breath misting your cheek. “I got you. You’re safe now. Rest.”
When you woke up, you were lying on the big bed in your parents’ bedroom. You felt - well you felt like you’d spent the night running from a vicious serial killer.
Giselle was lying in the bed next to you, stroking your hair. She was clean now, faintly lemon-scented, her pink cheeks glowing. It was a comfort to have her with you. After all, you’d known each other since you were in pull-up underwear.
You tried to sit up. “The police. Where are they? How long was I out for?”
“It’s been a few hours,” she said. “The police are still down there. I spoke to them, and I said you would answer all their questions when you’d rested.”
*“*But who was the killer-” you said hoarsely.
“Jamie. From our school. But you can’t do anything about that now,” she said, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Just rest.”
You lay back, trying to wrap your head around it all.
“I can’t believe I survived,” you said, laughing dryly. “Me, the unluckiest girl in the world.”
Giselle leaned over you, twirling a strand of your hair. Her voice was husky. “Honey, you? We all knew you would make it. You’re the beautiful little virgin. Miss innocent. Haven’t you ever seen a horror movie?”
You fought a smile. “Is it that obvious I’m a virgin?”
Giselle tossed her hair over her shoulder, her eyes darkening. “No, the real shocker is that I survived. The high school slut.” She pretended to whisper. “Just ask the football team.”
“I never thought of you that way,” you said quietly.
She stared at you, straight on, parting her glossy lips. “What if I wanted you to think of me that way?”
Watching you closely, she kissed your lips. It was sweet and perfect. You just wished that you were feeling a little better.
“I’m disgusting,” you groaned. “I’m covered in sweat and blood. I need to shower.”
“I don’t mind,” she giggled. “And I can help you shower.”
You started to protest, but she was already walking you to the bathroom. When Giselle peeled off your T-shirt and jeans, it felt so good you decided to let her help you.
You sighed, letting your eyes fall shut as the hot water hit your skin.
When you opened them again, you nearly screamed.
Giselle was standing right opposite you, in the shower, completely naked.
“Gigi?” you squeaked. “You didn’t say you were showering too?”
She shrugged, reaching for the bar soap. “I said I would help you shower. What are you, scared?”
But you weren’t scared. Actually, you were trembling from a very different emotion.
Desire.
You couldn’t believe Giselle, the girl everyone wanted, was bare before your eyes.
Your eyes slipped slowly down Giselle’s soapy naked body. Her high, fragile collarbones sank into small but surprisingly heavy breasts. The soap suds slid over her dark, perfectly round nipples. Beneath her tiny waist, her round stomach gathered. Her thighs were lean and slightly parted … and between them, peeked her hot pink pussy lips.
You blinked fast, and turned to look at the shampoo bottles. You couldn’t believe you were staring so shamelessly. Your pussy was thudding like a drum.
Her small, strong hands wrapped around your waist. You could feel her hot body against your back. She kissed down your shoulder, slow and wet.
“Y/n. The sweet little virgin,” Giselle whispered, sending a shiver down your spine.
“Won’t you turn around?” Giselle said.
The rough edges of her voice made you shiver.
You slowly turned, knowing that she would see you blush.
She began to kiss down your stomach, getting closer and closer to your heat. Your thighs were trembling; you could barely stand.
Finally, she kneeled in front of you, staring up at you with her wide black eyes. Her hair was soaked all over again. The dark strands pressed to the sides of her face and tangled over her chest, brushing her nipples.
“The killer’s gone now,” she said, laughing. “You don’t have to be the perfect virgin anymore.”
You nodded fast, too overwhelmed to speak.
Giselle opened her mouth in a wide smile and pressed a kiss right over your clit. She moaned, letting her eyes fall closed. Then, she began to lick all over your pussy, spreading your thighs with her strong hands.
You leaned against the tiled wall, shutting your eyes and losing yourself in the feeling. Her tongue was merciless. It brushed up your pussy lips and thrust against your clit, over and over. It was like she was trying to gobble your pussy up and swallow you whole.
It was such a strange feeling that you almost told her to stop, but then the burning pleasure in your pussy was too strong to resist.
The water was almost getting cold, but you could barely feel it.
All your senses faded into that sweet spot at the top of your pussy, stung by Giselle’s tongue.
You felt the pleasure building, from the tips of your toes upwards.
“Gigi,” you sighed, fighting the urge to grab her hair and pull her head against you. “I’m so close. I’m so close.”
“Good,” she breathed. “You can let go for me.”
Every word she spoke was a spike of pleasure against your clit.
“Yes! Giselle!” you moaned, coiling her hair tight against your fist so you could hit that perfect spot.
And then you were coming, with shockwaves rolling through your body, and your pussy oozing wetness all over your friend’s face.
You were secretly thrilled to lose your virginity to your best friend Giselle. You'd heard stories about her kissing girls in the club, but you'd never dared to imagine she was really attracted to them - let alone to you. You'd learnt to hide your raging attraction to her years ago.
Giselle threw you back as she slammed her fingers into your pussy, your head hitting the tile behind you. You shut your eyes and rode the wave.
Your body was impossibly wet and slippery, between your cum and the shower water. Liquid gushed, thick and hot over your legs.
Your whole body burned, white-hot, almost painful.
Actually, you thought, that was painful. That was unbearably painful.
When you opened your eyes, you saw it. Red. Bright red blood, flowing freely from your belly and washing over the shower tiles.
Giselle was standing in front of you, naked and dripping with water, a knife flashing in her hand, coated in your blood.
She had stabbed you.
You screamed as the pain sank in, deeper than any you’d ever felt.
Giselle stroked your cheek, holding you up like a doll as your legs gave way.
“Scream all you like, sweetie,” she whispered, her black eyes nearly crossed. “It’s just you and me.”
“But - the police -” you choked out.
“Were never called,” she said with a sad smile. “And by the time they arrive, it will be too late. The innocent little daughter will be dead.” She laughed. “Well. Not so innocent anymore.”
“It was you,” you said, as you fought the darkness. “You were the killer all along.”
“Jamie was my little assistant. He was no longer useful to me.”
“But why did you-” you tried to ask, as you sank onto the cold floor. “Why me?”
Giselle placed the knife down daintily, washing her hands in the cold stream of the shower water. She shivered, the soft flesh of her boobs quivering like jelly.
Then, she stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel, shrugging at you.
“You know the rules,” Giselle said. “There can only be one final girl.”
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Summary: tonight, you're giving your shy and cold boyfriend Anton a blowjob for the first time...
Genre: smut, oral, cum play, college AU, angst if you squint
Word count: 3k
“Toni, you ready?” you called from the bedroom.
“Yeah. One second,” you heard Anton call back.
You were thrilled because tonight, you were going down on your boyfriend for the first time ever.
You wanted him to choose everything - the outfits, the position, even the music. You said this stuff was for ambience, but really, you thought it would help with Anton's nervousness.
You knew he was scared of this advanced sex move. When you guys had sex, Anton was very shy, and could quickly become overwhelmed. He always insisted you have sex under the covers. He would even cover his face when he orgasmed because of what he called his ‘shrek face’.
So receiving a blow job was a big deal. You knew that if Anton just trusted you, he would love it.
And you wanted nothing more than to feel Anton inside your mouth. You fantasised about having that soft, pale flesh within the cage of your mouth. You wanted to feel his heavy length on your tongue. You wanted to graze his most sensitive organ with your teeth. You wanted your mouth flooded with his thick essence.
You knew some boys used blowjobs to degrade their girlfriends, but you weren't scared of that. You and Anton were in love. You already belonged to him, body and soul.
You really wanted to tell Anton to use your body for his pleasure, but he wasn't quite ready to hear that, so you arranged this special night to show him how you felt instead.
“Hey, baby,” you said, standing in front of the door, in the blue frilly bra and panties you found a little embarassing, but Anton loved you in.
“Hi” Anton said, hovering by the door, scratching the back of his head.
He seemed aloof, but you saw how his black eyes were magnetised to your bare body, to the spot between your legs.
“Don't I look nice?” you said, padding up to him.
“Y-yes,” Anton said stiffly. You caught his mouth in a soft kiss, pushing his back to the door so it clicked shut. You stroked his soft cheek.
Anton's large hands skated over your bare back, too gentlemanly to touch anywhere private. He kneaded your shoulders with shaky fingers.
Anton's special talent was kissing, because he was so gentle. He would grasp your bottom lip then let it spring free, repeating it over and over till you were shaking, your mouth soaked with spit, your core already pulsing with blood and begging to be filled by him.
You pulled back, breathless. You noticed that he was too shy to hold your gaze.
“What song did you choose?” you said, reaching for your phone.
“Uh… “ Anton hesitated. “I don't know. Maybe… Do your dance?”
“Anton! Do your dance is a dance song! Don't you want something slower and more romantic? Or…sexier?” you said, pulling his black shorts down a little so you could massage his hip bones.
Anton took a step away so his back hit the door. “I don't know. Um. You decide.”
“Okay… what about the position? Do you want to stand? Or sit? Or maybe even lie down?”
You sank to your knees, measuring the distance between your mouth and his crotch. If you did this, you thought, you might need a pillow.
“And where do you want to come? In my mouth? Do I spit? Or swallow?”
As you spoke, Anton's face turned a deep shade of purple.
He slid out from your arms and sat on the bed, rubbing his arm. He was breathing hard.
“I don't know, okay? I don't know. I don't care. I'll do anything you want.” His eyes grazed the floor.
You bit your lip. “I mean, have you given this any thought at all? Haven't you ever imagined me giving you a blow job?”
“Well - no,” Anton said quietly.
You were so hurt for a moment that you couldn't speak.
“I have to have a shower,” you said. “I've got a lecture first thing tomorrow. Maybe you should sleep at your accomodation, Anton,” you said in a wavering voice, walking to the bathroom.
“Wait. Y/n. Don't be mad,” Anton said, his face red and trembling.
“Sorry Anton. I'm just feeling like a bit of a creep right now and I want to be alone,” you said.
Then you locked yourself in the bathroom, and sat on the edge of the tub until you heard him leave.
It was only then that you let yourself burst into tears.
The next night you were sitting at your desk, watching Netflix when you heard a knock on the door. You were only in your ratty T-shirt and pyjama shorts.
You opened the door and saw Anton there, looking fresh and clean in his simple white T shirt and jeans, his hair falling over his face. He was more serious than ever.
“Hey,” you said, letting him walk inside. You were hurt, but he was your boyfriend after all.
Anton turned, swung his arms and rocked himself back onto your bed like a doll. “I want to talk about last night,” he said, kneading his hands together.
“Toni. Please. I don't want to,” you begged.
“It's not fair, you know,” he said, suddenly raising his voice. “You know it takes me a lot of time to process things. Not everybody can move at your crazy pace, Y/n.”
“Great,” you said. “Now I'm not only a sex pervert, I'm crazy.”
“No - I mean you didn't give me any time to explain last night.” He looked down. “You see, I honestly hadn’t thought about you doing that before. I just couldn’t let myself imagine it.”
You sat down on the bed, drawn in by his honest tone.
Anton continued, staring down at his fingers. “Now I can’t stop imagining it.”
You were knocked breathless by his comment.
“Really?” you said quietly. “Because we-”
Anton put a gentle finger on your lips, silencing you. “Just don’t think about what I might be into. Think about what you want. You want to do it, don’t you?”
You blushed, letting his palm stroke your cheek. “But Toni, girls aren’t really meant to want to do it. I don’t want to feel all dirty.”
Anton leaned into your ear. “And boys aren’t meant to want to taste their girlfriends, but I do.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “And I know you want it. Do it any way you want … as long as you come from it.”
A jolt of excitement hit your spine. That was a challenge. You had to give Anton the kind of blow job that would make you orgasm? That felt almost impossible.
“Okay,” you said, your heart racing.
Anton's eyelashes fluttered. He sat on the bed, arms clasped in his lap, his chest rising and falling fast. “So…” he said, his voice low.
“Take off your shirt,” you ordered.
Anton's face darkened. He turned away from you, momentarily shy, and reached behind his back, tugging his shirt over his head with one hand. You watched the flexing muscles of his back, your throat dry.
You grabbed your phone and put on your song. Art Deco by Lana del Rey.
Anton turned back, his lip twitching in a smile at the song.
You pounced into his lap, making him laugh lightly and almost fall back. You smoothed your hands over the silky skin of his chest, letting your palms graze his nipples.
His soft cheek nuzzled into your neck. When he was shirtless, Anton could never meet your eye. You loved that.
You dragged your nails slowly over his chest and soft stomach, making him sigh.
You let your knees fall to the wooden floor of your bedroom with a smack.
You smoothed out his thighs, digging your thumbs into the tight muscle. You rubbed the denim back and forth. Anton's stomach shivered with every touch.
To your delight, you could see his bulge growing with every rub - and you hadn’t even touched him.
The line of hair leading into his belt was coal black and impossibly thick. It was as different from the hair on his head as earth from sky. You pulled the hair of his happy trail taut and nipped at it with your teeth, making Anton gasp.
The shape of his dick became increasingly obvious under the zip of his jeans. You toyed with the zip thoughtfully.
Anton's face was a very dark red. He grunted. “Open it. Please. It hurts.”
You leaned back. Then, instead of opening his zipper, you mounted his thighs again. You walked your fingers slowly up his throat, his chin, and tapped on his lips. He watched you so closely he was cross-eyed.
“Open up,” you whispered.
Anton shook his head, whining playfully.
"Open up."
Anton's eyes fluttered and his thick pink lips fell open.
You pushed two of your fingers into his mouth.
“Now suck,” you ordered.
Something sounded in Anton's throat, and you felt his hot mouth latch against your fingers. His mouth was so strong it could suck your fingers up. The rough buds of his tongue rubbed your fingertips. Spit slipped between your fingers and out of the corner of his mouth.
Somehow, you could feel that powerful mouth right in your pussy. Every motion sent a lightning bolt to your clit.
You pulled your hand back with a lewd pop. Spit trickled down the edge of your wrist.
“Open your pants,” you said.
Anton scrambled to pull his jeans down, so his cock pressed through the fabric of his black boxers.
They were nice, you noticed. Possibly his nicest ones.
Anton yanked down his underwear, sighing as his cock was finally let free. It was slender, but long, and cherry red at the tip.
You finally clasped his cock with your spit-drenched fingers. Anton bit his lip. You started running your hand slowly up and down his member. You squeezed the tip, hard, as you got back on your knees on the floor.
Anton gulped.
“You don’t like to make noise, do you?” you said, looking into his liquid black eyes as you slowly jerked his twitching cock. “Well, you will make noise for me now. You will talk to me about what I’m doing, and what you like about it. And if I feel like it, you will beg. Got it?”
Anton nodded, then realised he had not spoken. “Sorry. Got it.”
You grasped his cock in your hand and began to lap up and down it with your tongue. You squeezed the juice from his tip and massaged it between your fingers.
You looked up at Anton expectantly.
“Oh. Right,” he said shakily. “You’re… um… licking my -” He paused.
You nodded, stroking his thigh comfortingly.
“You’re licking my dick,” he said quickly, a smile spreading over his face. “And touching it. It feels - ticklish. And good.”
Still grasping him, you lowered your head and took his tip into your mouth and began to suck.
You dragged your nails down Anton's smooth thigh.
“Oh. Um. You’re - sucking me.” He shivered. “Your mouth. Ugh. So wet.”
You hummed in approval, and Anton shuddered, pulling his tousled hair between his fingers.
“Harder, please,” he said. “You can’t hurt me. Really go for it.”
Squeezing him in your fist, you began to suck in earnest, running your mouth up and down his length. He was heavy along your tongue, and tasted of the most delicious salt.
“You’re sucking it, and it’s so-” Anton started. His words melted into a moan.
You were stunned. Anton never usually made noises like that. Something about the situation was making him act different than usual.
As you continued to blow Anton, his panting got louder. His hands still tugged at his soft hair.
“Oh Y/n,” he breathed. “It feels - It’s perfect.”
Egged on by his praise, you sucked faster and harder.
Anton's hips began to move a little, desperately following your mouth.
“Y/n,” he said, his voice almost drowned by the click of his cock hitting your mouth. His hips twitched as he fought not to follow your movements. “What do I do if I- If I’m going to come?”
You pulled off his dick with a pop.
“Come on me,” you said, pulling off your T-shirt so your top half was bare.
You realised at that moment that you were not wearing a bra, and you felt the cool air wash over your sensitive nipples.
“What?” Anton said, his deep red dick twitching. “Like-”
“On my chest,” you said, tossing your hair back over your shoulders.
Anton groaned. “Um. Y/n. I don’t know if I want to do that.”
“Just try it,” you urged.
Your pussy was throbbing, your pulse beating so hard you could barely hear your own words. You knew that you would probably feel humiliated by how you were acting tonight, but that felt like a distant problem.
Right now, all you could think about was Anton's sweet, thick, creamy essence, and how much you wanted it.
Anton gulped. He stared up at the ceiling, screwed his eyes shut, and bit his lip.
“OK. Touch me. Please,” he begged.
You grabbed his cock and began to squeeze it with your fist, his slick making a lewd slapping noise.
“Oh god. I'm not sure about this,” he whispered, as you jerked him faster. “Ugh.”
Suddenly, he gasped, the sound catching in his throat.
Anton's black eyes flew open just as cum began to spurt from the head of his cock and spill over your chest. It dripped between your breasts. Some of it even dropped into your waiting thighs.
It was warm and weird, and possibly the most arousing thing you’d ever experienced.
As you ran your hands over yourself, massaging the sticky substance over your chest and letting it stick between your fingers, Anton sighed, his dick twitching all over again.
You lifted your sticky hand to his pink mouth, feeling your pussy throb even harder.
“Do it,” you whispered.
Anton stared at you for a long time, his lips a hard line, his cum drying on your fingers.
He was deciding whether to let you in.
His eyes were wide and black and scared as he opened his lips and sucked his cum off your fingers.
He moaned at the strange taste. Evidently, he didn't like it, but he was yours now. Entirely pliable to your needs.
For a second, he gagged, grabbing his throat, water pooling in his red eyes, and you felt your pussy burn with pleasure. However, you would not let him stop till your fingers were entirely clean.
Rising to your feet, you pulled off your shorts and panties.
You pulled Anton's hand towards you.
“Put your fingers in,” you said.
Anton thrust two fingers in your slick cunt.
Just then, you came.
You shuddered, gripping both of Anton's shoulders as pleasure ran up your knees, your thighs, and into your core. You sighed out his name, almost collapsing as your body turned to rubber.
“I can feel it,” Anton said, breathless, slowly scissoring his fingers inside you. “You're squeezing me. Ouch.”
You nodded. “Are you happy, Anton? You got what you wanted.”
“You came,” he said, with a half-smile.
He collapsed onto the bed, trapping you under him. You nearly choked under his weight.
“Are you happy?” you teased, kissing up his soft throat and into his jaw. “What was your favourite part?”
“Hmm…” he said, screwing his eyes shut at the feeling of your kisses, “I liked all of it."
You bit his neck. “Tell me one part, stupid.”
“Hmm… my favourite part was when you came..."
You rolled your eyes. Dear lord. You would never live this down.
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Sleepover was so good and hot as fuck!!! I loved the feet stuff and the ass play at the end 😭 im not even a big foot person fr but karina has such pretty feet id lick and suck them too lol and i hope you write more ass stuff with karina 🫣
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Summary: When your naughty friend Karina starts teasing you on a sleepover, you can't resist a taste of her sweetness.
Genre: smut, friends to lovers, brat!Karina, squirting
Pairing: Karina x female reader
Word count: >1k
It was Karina who started it.
You were on a weekend-long sleepover with the girls. Throughout the day, Ningning and Giselle would stay in the living room doing Just Dance till Winter yelled at them to shut up.
So, on this sleepover, you and Karina had had a lot of time alone.
You were lying on Karina’s big bed, when you let it slip that as a kid, you'd always found it sexy when girls wore red nail polish on their toes.
Karina smiled wickedly, snatched the red polish and started painting her toes. Bright red, of course.
After that, the teasing was constant. She wiggled her toes in your face in bed, made oh-so-subtle comments about your 'foot fetish', and spammed your phone with photos of her freshly painted feet.
You shrugged that off as sleepover banter. You laughed as all the girls kicked you with their feet and called you a foot pervert.
The physical attacks were harder to deal with. You would be eating ramen at the kitchen table, and Karina would be sitting opposite you, stroking your ankle with the tips of her toes, laughing when you tried to move away. When she dragged her foot slowly up your calf, brushing the sensitive skin of your thigh, you felt heat throb in your pussy.
You escaped to the bathroom, slipping a finger in to confirm your suspicion. You were dripping wet. This was completely inappropriate. Karina was like a little sister to you. Thinking about her body was just wrong.
But long past midnight, when all five of you were squeezed in Karina’s bed in a junk food coma, you kept thinking about it.
You were sleeping top and tail. You, Ningning and Winter lay on one end of the bed, while Karina and Giselle lay on the opposite end. You had a feeling Karina had arranged this just to stick her feet right in your face. Well... it worked.
Your eyes fell on Karina’s feet in the near-darkness of the bedroom. You had to admit, they did look kind of sexy. Her cherry red toes gleamed in the faint moonlight. Her feet were as smooth as those of a princess.
Your eyes traced up the skin of her calf, like rich cream, to the softness under her knees. Her impossibly full thighs were almost bare in the tiny Adidas shorts she wore to bed.
In the darkness under those shorts, you spotted something gleaming white like a pearl. Her panties.
Maybe it was the strange fever of the weekend, of hearing Giselle and Ningning laughing in the shower, of glimpsing Karina’s smooth back as she changed her bra in the corner of the room, but something came over you.
You grabbed Karina’s ankle. You ran your thumb up the rippling skin of the sole of her foot. She twitched, an unconscious reflex, but did not wake up.
You brought her cherry-red toes to your mouth and sucked desperately. Her skin was so soft. It tasted like sweet sweat and that cherry soap she used in the shower. The bitterness of the nail polish washed over your tongue, a chemical reminder of your sick obsession.
Karina flexed her calf muscle a little. You did not stop.
You ran your mouth over the smooth arch of her foot, licked greedily up her ankle, then finally dared to kiss the pillowy skin of her calf.
You felt a sharp jolt. Karina’s leg almost slipped out of your hand. You looked down the bed.
Karina was staring at you, her eyes wide and gleaming in the dark.
You let go of her foot, your heart pounding, unable to look away. You had crossed a line, and your life hung in the balance.
Then, with a gleam in her eye, Karina shifted around in the bed till she could pull her Adidas shorts off. She discarded them on the floor, leaving her in her simple white underwear. Then she nudged your hand with her toe, and waited.
This was crazy. From a little flirtation, you were now lying in the dark, staring between her welcoming, slightly parted thighs, to the softly swelling flesh of Karina’s underwear. You were trying to make out the slightest valley between her pussy lips. And you were doing this while Winter, Giselle and Ningning were fast asleep next to you...
You slowly pulled Karina’s legs closer and closer, kissing up her skin. You pulled her body on top of you until both of her thighs were resting on your shoulders and your face was inches from her clothed sex.
You pressed your nose into her panties, filling your lungs with the evil scent of sex. You opened your mouth, and finally kissed her mound with your lips. Karina’s pussy was hot, even through the fabric. You felt the ridges of her pussy lips, and the soft fluff of her hair. You sucked her juices greedily through her panties, like syrup from sugarcane.
The rough threads of the cotton didn’t bother you. Just being this close to her throbbing heat was enough.
Karina let out a whimper, squirming under your mouth. You realised what she was doing - she was trying to push her panties down.
She wanted to feel your mouth against her. Skin to skin.
You quickly helped her pull the panties over her legs, buried your fingers into the flesh of her ass and finally lapped at her bare cunt.
It was a feeling like heaven when your tongue finally entered her.
If you had a tongue as long as a lizard’s, you would have penetrated to her very core. As it was, you were satisfied with licking her cunt, over and over, as it oozed out hot honey.
You ran your tongue up her puffy lips, memorising each ridge, the delicately lopsided shape. You buried your nose in her untouched hair, so much softer than you’d expected. It was sparser than yours, just a light brown fur over her plump mound.
Finally, you gave her what she wanted, and dug your tongue into her clit. You licked it again and again, digging your fingers into the soft cheeks of her butt, hearing Karina whimper even though her mouth was muffled by her hands.
When her thighs locked around your head, you knew what that meant.
Karina was about to cum.
That was when you decided to do something just for yourself.
You smoothed your fingers over the pale globes of her ass cheeks. You parted them so you could lick feverishly down the sensitive pink skin of her perineum. Your tongue was slipping and sliding from the fat drops of slick dripping from her hole. Finally, your mouth found the tense bud of her ass. You sucked hard.
The second you did that, Karina jolted like you had given her an electric shock.
“Y/n,” she moaned loudly, her hips bucking up from your mouth. Her entire body went rigid, every muscle in her long legs tensed, and she sucked in a sharp breath.
“Y/n. I feel weird,” Karina whispered.
She grabbed your hair painfully hard, and suddenly - she was squirting.
Hot, thick liquid sprayed from Karina’s pussy, dripping down your face and into your mouth. It soaked everything - her thighs, the bedsheets, your hair. You tried to sit up as you spluttered and choked on her steaming hot pussy juice.
When you finally managed to sit up, shaking out your soaked hair, you saw Karina sitting cross legged, her face dark with a blush, her small hands cupping her bare pussy for modesty.
“That has never happened before,” she mouthed, a twinkle in her eye.
You turned your head very slowly, heat prickling over your face.
You spotted three pairs of wide, shocked eyes in the darkness.
Winter, Ningning and Giselle were wide awake, and staring at you and Karina like you’d just committed a crime.
“What the hell, girl?” Giselle squeaked.
Ningning was laughing, the noise slightly muffled by the bedcover.
Karina pulled the sheet between her bare legs, trying to wipe away some of the mess. “So… Y/n and I had sex,” she said in a low voice.
“It was because of the nail polish,” you added.
Winter loped out of bed and opened the bedroom door.
“I’m sleeping on the couch,” she said in a deadpan voice. “From now on, just keep the squirting to a minimum.”
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Summary: when your son starts to cling to you, your husband Wonbin becomes jealous. later that night, he fucks you hard to prove that you belong only to him.
Genre: domestic au, boy dad!wonbin, fluffy and smutty, jealous and possessive wonbin, marking, cum play, fingering, p in v (lots of it)
Word count: 4k
You were relaxing in the bathtub after a long, hard day at work. The lights were dim and the sweet jasmine scent of the soap wafted in the air. You swirled your hand around the thick layer of bubbles on the surface of the water, utterly at peace.
You heard a low voice.
“Hey, baby. Missed you today.”
Your husband Wonbin came into the bathroom and perched on the edge of the tub.
Wonbin was dressed casually, wearing only a white vest and sweatpants. Despite having spent the whole day at home looking after your four-year-old son, he looked fresh and alert.
Your eyes roamed over Wonbin’s tight, muscled body. His skin, a warm brown, was smooth and glowing. You wanted to run your tongue over the grooves of his muscles and hear those soft, sexy grunts leave his lips when you did.
“Missed you, too,” you said, smiling. “I missed both of my boys today.”
Wonbin looked at your body through the bubbles. His pink tongue flashed across his plump lips.
“Like what you see?” you said, swirling the foam around with your fingers.
You lifted one wet leg out of the water and placed it on Wonbin’s lap. You could feel the heat radiate from his firm thighs. The fabric of his sweatpants was soft on your skin.
Wonbin didn’t mind that you were dripping all over him. He took your soapy foot into his hands and began to massage it. He pressed his thick fingers into the sole of your foot, kneading hard.
You let your eyes slip shut, enjoying the feeling of being taken care of by your husband.
“I put Robin to sleep early tonight,” Wonbin said, still massaging your foot. “So I was thinking… you and I could have some wine and then fuck hard.”
Your eyes shot open.
Wonbin had a lot of strengths, but subtlety was not one of them.
His mouth was open in a grin as he watched you.
When you had first started dating, Wonbin was so incredibly shy that he couldn’t even mouth the word ‘sex’ without blushing. Now that you were married and he was more comfortable with you, he had gone the complete opposite way.
“How romantic,” you giggled. “But yes. God yes, let’s do that.”
Wonbin let go of your foot, letting you slide it back into the water. Smiling to himself, he leaned close and captured your lips in a kiss.
His soft, plump lips brushed against yours, and soon, his tongue entered your mouth. Wonbin was a good kisser. He guided your lips with a gentle power. You felt warm tingles run down your stomach to your pussy as he kissed you.
“Let me get into the bath with you,” Wonbin murmured against your lips.
You shook your head. “I like you better out there, daddy.”
Wonbin smiled. “I forgot you don’t like to share.”
“Maybe you can still… help me out,” you said, between kisses.
Understanding your meaning, Wonbin reached his hand through the bubbles and into the bathwater.
His long, bony fingers slipped up your thighs and brushed against the sensitive curves of your pussy lips. He twisted his fingers through the curls of hair around your pussy, making you jolt.
He continued to kiss you whilst he pushed two of his fingers deep into your pussy.
You moaned into his mouth, bucking your hips up to match the timing of his thrusting fingers. The bathwater wobbled and splashed around, but you couldn’t give a damn. The pleasure was already starting to build in your core - with a hot husband like Wonbin around, you were always on the edge.
Just then, you heard the soft padding of feet on carpet in the hallway. The sound was getting louder, as the tiny culprit drew closer to the bathroom.
Wonbin discreetly removed his fingers from your pussy and pulled his hand out of the water. Instead, he cupped your cheek, and kept kissing you passionately.
“Dadda what you doing? Get off mama!”
You heard the unmistakable squeal of your son, Robin. You gently pushed Wonbin off you and looked towards the bathroom door.
Robin, who was still so tiny that his head didn’t reach the door handle, was standing at the door, staring at you both. He was wearing his purple kuromi pyjama set, his curly black hair sticking up in all directions. His round eyes and big, wide nose made him the spitting image of his father.
But right now, his little brown cheeks were flushed red, and he was frowning.
“Dadda, no kiss mama,” he said, pouting. “Only I kiss mama!”
You chuckled.
Robin ran over towards you. He used his chubby little hands to physically push Wonbin off the edge of the bathtub, away from you. He planted his tiny feet down onto the floor, standing in-between the bathtub and Wonbin, shielding you from Wonbin’s eyes.
“Hi, baby bear,” you said, running your hand through his messy curls. “Why are you up past your bedtime, huh? Did you miss mommy too much?”
Robin clapped his hands and squealed with delight when you tickled his little belly.
“Mama kiss!” he said, pushing his pink lips out into an adorable pout.
Smiling, you leant your body out of the tub and pressed a kiss onto your son’s lips. Robin gripped your face with his little hands as he giggled with glee.
Robin turned to his father and stuck out his tongue.
“Go away, dadda. Silly dadda! Mama’s mine.”
Wonbin’s jaw fell open. He crossed his arms over his body, clearly shocked at his son’s behaviour.
“You’re wrong, little monster, mama’s mine,” Wonbin said. He bared his teeth and growled at his son.
You couldn’t help but giggle at the stand off between your two boys.
Robin ignored his father. He turned back to you and held his arms up, asking to be picked up.
“Mama, I wanna go in the bubbles too!” he said, squealing.
You smiled. “Okay, okay. But only for a minute, sweetie. Then it’s straight to bed.”
Robin nodded vigorously, dark eyes shining. He pulled off his pyjamas and diaper, babbling with excitement.
Over the last few weeks, something funny had been happening to your son Robin. He had started to grow very possessive over you, and became upset whenever Wonbin showed you any affection. He would always insist on sitting next to you at meal times, and whenever Wonbin would kiss you, he’d throw a tantrum.
“Love you, mama,” Robin said, as you lifted him into the water with you.
“Love you too, Binnie.” You kissed Robin’s chubby cheek.
“Hey,” Wonbin yelped, startling you both. “I’m Binnie, not him!”
You shook your head, laughing, and rested your back on the edge of the tub, whilst Robin sat on your lap and played with the bubbles.
You sighed with content as Robin snuggled up on your chest. The curious little boy played with the strands of damp hair that curled over your shoulders.
Watching his son and his wife play in the bath together, Wonbin's neck flushed dark with envy. He stood, frozen, in the middle of the bathroom.
You gave Robin his favourite duck bath toy, and soon, the four-year-old was mesmerised.
Last Saturday, when the three of you were coming home from the park, Wonbin held your hand as you walked. But as soon as Robin noticed his dad’s hand in yours, his little face became dark red and he started to scream.
Robin had prised your hands apart and pushed Wonbin away with all his might. He didn’t let go of your hand for the rest of the night, not even to let you get changed or eat dinner.
You knew It was a normal thing for boys his age to go through, but Wonbin couldn’t seem to understand that. It just made him madder and more jealous each day.
“How come he gets to get in the bath with you and I don’t?” Wonbin said, scowling, as he watched the two of you play together in the tub.
You raised your brows.
“You’ll get your turn with me soon enough, big boy.” You covered your son’s ears with your hands. “Go get the wine out of the cellar and get ready to fuck me. I want to come at least twice tonight.”
Grumbling yet obedient, Wonbin slinked out of the bathroom.
You turned your attention back to your little angel. You scooped him into your arms.
“Okay, cheeky monkey. It’s time for bed.”
Robin’s lips pushed out into a frown. “Mama, my tummy hurts.”
You were hoping to be able to have sex with your husband that night, but Robin developed a stomach ache and a fever, and so you and Wonbin spent the entire night soothing him instead.
By the time Robin had finally settled down, it was almost 6AM, and you both were too exhausted to do anything other than wrap your arms around each other and sleep until the alarm woke you at seven.
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“Finally got you to myself,” Wonbin murmured, whilst pressing hot, open mouth kisses to your neck.
You moaned, wrapping your hand over his shoulder to pull him closer to you.
It was Friday night, and you and Wonbin were tangled together under the sheets in your bedroom, for the first time in weeks. Robin was asleep in his room, and you and Wonbin were having some much needed adult time. Robin had been fussier than usual lately, and you had a really important deadline at work, so you hadn’t had any time for your husband.
Wonbin was lying on top of you, caging you between his muscled arms. His thin, lithe body was settled perfectly between your open thighs. You were both still wearing your underwear, humping each other like horny teenagers.
Wonbin was hard in his boxers, and he was thrusting his hips back and forth, rubbing his bulge against your panties. He grunted, low and sexy, with each thrust.
The friction of the fabric against your clit with each hump was magic, sending tiny sparks shooting through you. Wonbin was rutting against you like a bunny in heat, and you were sure that he could come from just this.
You heard the creek of a door opening. Turning your head to the side, you noticed two wide black eyes staring at you from the dark.
You yelped.
Wonbin’s body stiffened. He lifted his head and followed your gaze. When he saw what you were looking at, he swore.
Robin was standing at the door, his face puffy with sleep. He was holding his favourite plushie in one hand. You thanked god that there was a duvet covering you and Wonbin.
“Mama, dadda, what you doing?” Robin said, rubbing his eyes with his chubby fists.
Discreetly sifting through the sheets, you found your night dress and Wonbin’s clothes. You both got dressed in seconds under the covers, before your son could really understand what was going on. Your core still throbbed with pleasure, but as a parent, you knew how to compartmentalise.
Wonbin’s face was dark. “I’m married to mama, I’m allowed to do this. You need to go to bed, little gremlin.”
You tutted at your immature husband. “Don’t wind him up.”
Robin’s eyes scrunched up into black lines. “I wanna be married to mama!”
Wonbin gritted his teeth, shielding you from Robin’s eyes with his body. “Go to bed, short stuff.”
Robin ran towards the bed and chucked the hello kitty plushie at his father.
It hit Wonbin square on the nose.
You both gasped.
“Dadda go away!” Robin said, face red.
You swiftly got out of bed and picked up the little boy. Robin rested his head on your chest and wrapped his chubby little arms around your shoulders.
“Robin,” you said, voice stern. “You must never hit anyone with things like that. That is not what good boys do, okay? Apologise to your father.”
Robin, with his face still pressed to your chest, peeked out through his fringe at Wonbin.
“Sorry, daddy,” he said, sucking his thumb into his mouth.
“Come here, you,” Wonbin said, scowling. He snatched the baby from your arms and whisked him away to his bedroom, muttering to himself about how he was going to tuck Robin into bed so tightly that he wouldn’t be able to move again.
Alone now, you slid your fingers into your panties experimentally.
You were surprised at how wet you still were. You thought about sneaking off into the bathroom and masturbating. You were so turned on, you weren’t sure if you could wait for Wonbin to come back from putting your son to bed.
But before you were able to do any of that, Wonbin burst back into the room.
“It’s daddy’s turn to play with mommy, now,” he said.
Wonbin reached behind his back and tugged his T shirt over his head with one hand. He flung it into the corner of the room. You watched the dark, flexing muscles of his arms and chest, mouth dry.
Wonbin’s eyes were lit from within, with a fire you didn’t recognise. His eyes roamed your body hungrily, and you felt pricks of desire all over your skin.
“Wonbin,” you sighed, closing the space between you and your husband.
Wonbin held out his arms for you, and when you reached him, he hoisted you up into the air. The sudden movement made you yelp. You wrapped your legs around his waist, holding onto his sculpted shoulders for support.
You shivered with delight as Wonbin carried your whole weight in his arms; especially as he didn’t pick you up much, often complaining that his muscles were too sore from the gym.
You could feel his clothed erection pressing into your core.
“Baby, what’s gotten into you?” you said, as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, occasionally nipping your soft skin.
Wonbin didn’t respond. Instead, he carried you to the bed, and dropped you onto the mattress with an unceremonious thud.
You pushed yourself up on your elbows to get a better look at him.
Wonbin yanked down his sweatpants and boxers in one go. His cock was stiffening under your gaze. It wasn’t the longest you’d ever had, but it was wide and heavy, with a fat, ridged tip. You admired the thick, dark hair around the base of his cock. It extended onto his thighs and up his toned stomach. You wished you could follow that trail with your lips.
“Take that off,” Wonbin said, motioning to your night dress.
Wonbin grabbed his cock with one hand and started to jerk himself off angrily as he watched you. You pulled the dress off, leaving you in only your panties. Your heart was racing. Your husband being this possessive was giving you such a thrill.
“Are you really this worked up because of a four-year-old?” you said, giggling.
Wonbin grabbed your calf and pulled you to the edge of the bed. Then, he clambered on top of you. You felt the weight of his firm, solid body pressing you into the mattress deliciously. His hard cock rubbed against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.
“Who knew my Binnie was so jealous?”
You started to laugh, but it turned into a moan as Wonbin leant down to your breasts and sucked one of your nipples into his mouth. His wet, warm tongue circled your nipple, making you gasp softly. He grabbed your other breast in his large hand, squeezing possessively. You felt your panties dampen.
Wonbin grazed your nipple with his teeth and bit down softly. You yelped.
He kissed each breast, and then continued kissing down your stomach till he reached your hips.
“I’m the only one who gets to do this to you,” he said, roughly pulling your panties down your thighs and exposing your bare pussy.
“Well, obviously,” you said, kicking your panties off to the side.
Wonbin clambered up your body and kissed you passionately. His hips settled between your thighs, and he instinctively started rubbing his cock through your pussy lips, gathering your slick.
Each time the blunt, round head of his cock nudged your clit, you gasped. You were getting wetter and wetter down there, your pussy like a slip 'N slide for Wonbin’s cock.
The head of his cock found your hole. Wonbin pushed himself in, groaning as he did, forcing your pussy to stretch around his wide member.
Wonbin slid inside in one slow, agonisingly deep stroke, until he was fully penetrating you. He took one shaky breath, then started to thrust.
He reached down with one hand and pushed your thigh flush to the mattress, so that he could fuck you deeper.
His pace was fast and forceful. With each thrust, your breasts brushed against his chest, sending little sparks of pleasure shooting across you.
Wonbin was fucking you harder than he had done in a while. His gold star necklace dangled in the space between you, swinging back and forth with his effort. His black curls were matted to his forehead.
“God, Wonbin, you’re like a dog. What are you gonna do next, pee on me to mark your territory?” you said, breathless.
Wonbin lifted his head up to meet your eyes. He slowed his thrusts and hummed like he was considering it.
A small smirk appeared on his lips, and you both laughed.
“You’d love that wouldn’t you, pretty girl,” he said.
Wonbin pressed a gentle, loving kiss to your cheek, and then started to fuck you faster again. The squeeze of his cock against the sensitive ridges inside your pussy made your head spin. You could feel your orgasm building slowly.
“Binnie, touch me,” you said, moaning.
Obediently, Wonbin reached his long fingers down to your pussy. He gathered your wetness on the pads of his fingers and started to rub your clit in quick circles.
Wonbin angled his head down so he could get a better look at your pussy as he fucked you.
His fingers slipped down to your hole, and he touched around where his own cock slid in and out of you.
Curious, he pushed one finger into your pussy as well.
With his cock already inside you, it was a tight fit. The sudden stretch of something new in you sent you tumbling over the edge. You gasped his name as you came.
Wonbin didn’t last long after that.
He fucked into you, hips faltering, burying himself as deep as he could. Then, with one long groan, he came inside you.
“Fuckkk,” he groaned, jaw falling slack.
You felt a flood of wetness in your pussy as he spilled inside you. It was a strange feeling, but relaxing, like slipping into a warm bath.
Far too quickly for your liking, Wonbin pulled his cock out of you.
“Not fair,” you said, hating the sudden feeling of emptiness between your legs.
Wonbin kissed down your body, ignoring your protests, until he was eye to eye with your cunt. You looked down to see a naughty grin on his handsome face.
Just then, Wonbin pushed two fingers inside you, making you hiss at the overstimulation. He used his fingers to scoop out some of his cum from your pussy.
“Wonbin, what are you-”
Suddenly, Wonbin reached up and swiped his two fingers across your neck, smearing his cum over your skin.
“Wonbin, ew!” you yelped, trying to wriggle out of his grasp. His cum felt weird and sticky on your skin.
“You’re mine!” he said. Wonbin bared his teeth, playfully this time, and laughed.
Wonbin shifted and flopped down beside you on the mattress. The deep red of exertion darkened his cheeks, but he was no longer mad. Now that he had come inside you and marked you as his, most of his jealousy had dissipated.
“Feeling better now, crazy?” you asked, teasingly.
He reached for your hand and entwined your fingers with his.
Wonbin held you like that for a long time as you got your breath back. Your body felt like jelly, and you could feel sleep approaching fast.
Wonbin turned to face you, his wide, black eyes glittering in the light of the bedside lamp.
“Robin’s not the first boy I’ve had to fight off for you, and he won’t be the last,” Wonbin said, pulling you so that you were resting on his chest. “Guess that’s just what I get for having such a gorgeous, amazing wife.”
You felt your cheeks warm. Nuzzling into his chest, you let your eyes fall shut.
Heaven.
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