The Moan That Just Came Out Of My Mouth…..

FWB!GISELLE ✶ HEADCANONS ! 💭

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝖥𝖤𝖠𝖳𝖴𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦 giselle x fem reader ⋅ 𝖶𝖮𝖱𝖣 𝖢𝖮𝖴𝖭𝖳 1,848 words ⋅ 𝖦𝖤𝖭𝖱𝖤/𝖳𝖠𝖦𝖲 switch!reader, fwb/college au, switch!giselle, explicit smut

𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲 ⟳ jealousy, sexting/sending nudes, masturbation, fingering, oral (f. rec), face-sitting, teasing, marking, spanking, use of toys, scissoring, squirting, recording/taking photos

[ 𝖠𝖴𝖳𝖧𝖮𝖱’𝖲 𝖭𝖮𝖳𝖤 ] — this is my first ever fic on this acc ! i hope i did an okay job w this and i’m excited to share more of my things w you all very soon ^_^

fwb!giselle who you met while at some party your friend karina dragged you to go to. you weren’t planning on staying for very long, only choosing to mingle with the same few people you knew and holding onto the same red solo cup that you’ve been sipping on throughout the night. as you weaved through the crowd to find a restroom, you’d bumped into another girl in the process, accidentally spilling alcohol all over her white top. you were so busy profusely apologizing you hadn’t fully registered just how attractive she was—her pastel pink hair made her look soft and angelic, you didn’t even realize how much you were stuttering.

fwb!giselle who exchanges numbers with you after the whole incident as you promised to make it up to her by treating her to a meal! you were a little surprised by how easily convinced she was by your offer but didn’t think much of it as you were certain she’s probably been asked out numerous times before. based on the short encounter you previously had, you thought it was going to be just another quick catch up at a café near campus and it’d simply end there—but boy were you so wrong.

fwb!giselle who invites you over to her dorm afterwards to “watch a movie” but you two were doing anything but that. somehow you’d wound up in bed with her, pushing her thighs as far and wide as they could go, devouring her pretty little pussy, your fingers spreading her lips apart whilst ferociously sucking on her clit, making her cum all over your face as the best reward.

fwb!giselle who enjoys marking up your body in spots that only she can see—whether it be your tits, stomach, between your thighs, anywhere that isn’t too visible she’ll leave the prettiest hickeys on your soft, delicate skin <3

fwb!giselle who sends you thirst traps at the most random times to make you go crazy. she’ll send videos of her in a skimpy tank top, massaging her tits through the thin fabric until she slowly pulls it down to reveal her pink, hardened nipples that you desperately wish you could suck on. she’d be rubbing her pussy through her panties, teasing you until you practically beg for her to send more. a few minutes later you’re blessed with another video of her playing with her clit, drawing lazy circles around the sensitive bud as her low moans could be heard in the background, watching the juices gush out on her fingers.

fwb!giselle who loves to be the one in control but doesn’t mind letting you take the lead once in a while. she hates being told what to do, she’s usually the one calling all the shots—but there’s something about you telling her to get on her knees and eat you out that makes her want to obey your every command and have you seeing stars by the end of it.

fwb!giselle who eats you out for her own pleasure and nothing else. her lips felt so good, they were perfectly plump and she knew exactly how to use them. she loves to see you squirm under her as she gives you head, holding your legs down to keep you locked in place as her tongue enters you—forcing you to take all she gives you.

fwb!giselle who pulls you into one of the empty classrooms for a quickie, soon as she locks the door behind her she’s already pouncing on you like a hungry animal. your clothes would be off in minutes and she’s finding her head between your legs as if it’s her second home—your knuckles turning white from how tightly you were gripping the wooden desk as she makes you squirt on her tongue.

fwb!giselle who fucks you with a dildo that’s way too big for you but you let her do whatever she wants because you could never say no to her >.< a small whimper escapes your lips when she begins pushing it in, feeling every ridge and vein of the silicone toy that’s already stretching you out from just a couple inches. she’ll start with slow, deep thrusts that makes the pain somewhat bearable, then speeds up the pace as she fucks you rougher, watching a white ring form around the base as you cream all over it.

fwb!giselle who likes to tease you out in public by wearing the tightest, most revealing clothes she could find in her closet. the other day she wore the tiniest micro skirt that made you absolutely insane—you couldn’t keep your eyes off her no matter how hard you tried, and that was the whole purpose. but now you’re walking around campus with soggy panties and in desperate need of taking care of this problem, you run to the nearest restroom to go alleviate some stress. you decided to get a little payback in return by sending her pics of how wet you were, telling her how much you crave to feel her fingers inside you, and how you can’t wait to feel her lips taste your cunt the minute you see each other again.

fwb!giselle who acts all casual and nonchalant around you on campus, knowing damn well her fingers were knuckles deep inside you not even a couple hours ago. you can’t be mad that she’s only super touchy with you when no one’s around, you two aren’t exclusive and you know she’s most likely seeing other people—but it does make you slightly giggle when she daps you up in the hallways and acts like she wasn’t just all over you.

fwb!giselle who gets all whiny and needy for you when she hasn’t seen you in a while. will get super irritable around her friends and becomes a menace to society if she doesn’t get laid within the next day or two. even when she fingers herself to your pics her pussy still aches for more.. poor bby just wants you to make her cum instead ;(

fwb!giselle who finally swallows her pride and texts you at 2 am to come over. you responded rather quickly to her ‘wyd?’ text that clearly meant only one thing at this time. you showed up to her dorm fifteen minutes later in just a t-shirt and baggy sweatpants, but you knew it wouldn’t matter much anyway because it’ll be on the floor in a matter of seconds. giselle couldn’t wait to have her lips on you, kissing you the moment you walked through the door.

fwb!giselle who sits prettily on your face as she rides your tongue, her hands tugging at the strands of your hair while she’s constantly whining and grinding on your face. everytime she found herself lifting up from your mouth she’d feel you forcefully pulling her back down—devouring her like a lion to it’s prey, crying out your name as she’s chasing her high.

fwb!giselle who uses her vibrator on you, pressing it right on your throbbing clit to elicit a strong reaction. your back arched against the bed as your hips moved forward to match her movement, eyes rolling to the back of your skull when she puts it on the highest setting, begging her for an ounce of mercy which she never does the favor of giving you any. all you could do was breathlessly whine, chest rising and falling from the intensity, you ended up squirting everywhere—drenching her sheets that she had just washed yesterday; but she didn’t seem to mind it at all, in fact she’d do this everyday if she could.

fwb!giselle who loves recording, you’re just too pretty she can’t help it. she’ll film you eating her out or vice versa, it’s honestly the sexiest thing ever to her. pornhub has nothing on you two, it’s way better than anything that site can offer, not only because it’s you but it’s also exactly the way she likes it and she makes sure to get all the best angles to watch later! the amount of photos and videos she has of you was a bit concerning.. but thankfully no one would ever see them since she has those stored away in a secret hidden folder ;)

fwb!giselle who wears the cutest lingerie sets for you. the last time you two hooked up she wore a pink lacy bra with a matching thong from victoria’s secret—your mouth was practically watering at the sight, you needed to rip it off of her immediately. you loved the way her body looks in all kinds of expensive lingerie, but you love it even better once it’s off hehe.

fwb!giselle who likes being on top the most. not only does she get to have all the control, but the view of you underneath is to die for. she’d have her mouth wrapped around your nipple whilst rubbing your clits together, one of your legs hooked around her shoulder for easier access—the sounds of your moans were like a beautiful song to her ears. you grew needier and needier, whimpers that she adores pouring out of your mouth, the feeling of your warm cunt sliding against hers is enough to make her loose her mind.

fwb!giselle who doesn’t show her jealousy whenever other girls try to talk to you, but will make sure you know who you belong to behind closed doors. she’ll spank your ass until it’s red and bruised, reinforcing that only she has the power to make you feel this way. “only i can make you feel this good, right?” she asks, tilting her head to the side as if she already didn’t know the answer—to which you weakly reply with, “yes gigi.. only you.”

fwb!giselle who picks you up to go on late night drives with. it’s always been a habit of hers to aimlessly drive around to clear her head but recently she started letting you tag along to keep her company. you loved that you could sit in utter silence without it feeling awkward and her music taste was top tier so you two would just be vibing to whatever song she put on. sometimes she’d stop at a random fast food place that was still open and you’d eat a meal together. nights like those were some of your favorite moments you shared with her.

fwb!giselle who hates to admit that she’s actually starting to catch genuine feelings for you. even her friends began noticing how she gets all blushy around you, and it doesn’t help that butterflies invade her tummy whenever she sees you. at first she tried to deny it, thinking that it’ll eventually go away, but as time progresses she’s only growing more attached to you. she’s never caught romantic feelings for someone as strongly as you, and she knows she’s going to have to confront these emotions at some point, though she isn’t exactly sure when.. maybe one day she’ll grow the courage to confess but for now she’ll keep this arrangement exactly the way it is.

golden hour | l.mk

“i’ve got a really big problem…”

💿now playing: golden hour by mark

❯ summary: Mark’s got a really big problem; you. The pretty neighbour that shares a bedroom wall with him. You’re a night owl and you’re so loud and are you…listening to his music whilst masturbating…? Fuck now he’s hard. Guess he’s got two really big problems.

❯ pairings: mark x fem!reader

❯ genre: neighbours, smut

❯ words: 2.3k

❯ tags: 18+ minors dni!, masturbation, mark’s a loser for the plot, very explicit details of sexual fantasies, reader uses she/her pronouns and female gendered terms, literally just mark being horny whilst reader gets off to his song.

Mark needs to move out. He doesn’t know how much longer he can take the old run-down building his apartment is located in having no working elevator. If you’d have told him two years ago when he signed his dream music contract with a real record label that he’d be climbing six flights of stairs after a long week of work he’d have called you a liar. But that’s what happens when people aren’t listening to your music. 

Maybe he's overreacting; the building isn’t that terrible. It has its perks—like the pretty view. And it’s usually quiet—well, it was until his lively new neighbor moved in. Mark might have thought of you as a perk when he first saw you, considering you’re exactly his type, so fucking beautiful. But you’re also so fucking loud.

You always seem to have something going on—plans, hobbies, parties, meetings, friends. Mark knows because the walls between you and him are thin, and you’re never quiet, never still. At first, he thought it was kind of cute, but the more he thinks about it, the more he realises he’s been so distracted by how attracted he is to you, he’s been letting your noisy lifestyle slide.

It’s not like he wants to knock on your door and ask you to keep it down; he’s too worried you’d think he’s some kind of loser. Even at twenty-five, he still craves female validation like he’s a high schooler—so he’s been putting up with the sleepless nights. Another reason why he needs to move asap. 

The lack of sleep, combined with the endless stairs, has left Mark drained this past month. He can practically hear his sofa calling his name, can taste the cold bottles of beer that sit in his fridge as he reaches the top step. He may be a tad out of breath and a little sweaty but he’s got the weekend off and that’s all he can think about. But unlike you, Mark’s life is boring. The most exciting thing about his weekend is the idea of not having to climb his complex’s stairs until Monday. 

Meh. He could dwell on the mundane schedule of his life for hours but he gets distracted. Distracted by his pretty little nightmare neighbour. 

You're all dressed up in a tight gold dress that clings to every inch of your body. Your hair falls down your back as you lock your door, tucking the keys into the tiny clutch hanging from your shoulder.

That’s when you notice him too.

“Oh, hey,” you greet him softly, offering a bright and friendly smile. 

Mark returns it, his chest swelling. There's no denying you’re a beautiful girl. And although he’s overheard your phone calls about parties through the thin walls, and the hum of your hair dryer as you get ready for nights out, he’s never actually seen you in anything other than jeans and a t-shirt. He’s never been given the opportunity to see you so dolled up, to notice the little love handles he can all of a sudden imagine himself gripping. He clears his throat and smiles wider.

“Hi Y/N…you look nice!” He compliments kindly, fingers fiddling with his own keys. 

Nice? 

The word replays in his mind. He’s spent endless nights thinking about how beautiful you are and now he’s finally got to feed his craving of seeing you in tight clothes but the only word he can muster up is nice? Oh he hates himself. 

But then he sees you blush at the comment, and he loves the way you purse your lips, trying to hide a shy smile. A part of him is annoyed that you’re blushing over something so simple—he thinks every man should be showering you with compliments, and you should expect more than nice. Still, there’s something about the way you squirm from his words that has his cock throbbing.

He wonders if it’s because you’re attracted to him too. It’s not completely out of the question. You know who he is, of course you do. You see each other in passing a lot but you’ve also spoken on the day you moved in. Mark remembers it like it was yesterday. 

He could hear you panting and cursing in the hall, hauling boxes up and down the stairs before he came out to help. You didn’t recognise him at first, not until he was in your apartment setting boxes down.

That’s when you turned to him with wide eyes and a breathy, “oh wow, aren’t you the dude that sang ‘Golden Hour’?”

Mark started blinking at you like a deer in the headlights. He’d never encountered a fan in person before, he had a small community online, but his music hadn’t exactly been taking off like he planned. So you can imagine his surprise when his new (extremely attractive) neighbour knew one of his songs. 

“Thank you,” your soft voice breaks him from his memory, and moves his focus. “Just a night out with the girls, been a long week,” you sigh. 

He wants to hear all about your long week, wants to be the one to make it better—maybe convince you to skip the girls’ night and spend it with him instead. But he doesn’t. He doesn't even let the thought linger for more than a moment before he’s nervously tapping his key against his thumb.

“Well have fun, and be safe,” he settles on tenderly. 

You nod with a small smile, giving a gentle wave before turning to leave. He watches you until you’ve rounded the corner, only then unlocking his door and kicking off his shoes with a sigh.

Mark grabs a bottle of beer from the kitchen, kicking the fridge door closed behind him. His entire apartment is dark and it reminds him of the loneliness he’s been feeling for the last six months. Mark never really thought about love and relationships before he met you. Sure, he likes to fool around as much as the next person, but he’s always been fine with being on his own. But you remind him of the lonely. 

He’s never longed for love and friendships but a secret part of him craves a woman by his side… craves the woman next door.

He wonders what it’d be like for you to be cuddled into his side as you watch a movie. Wonders if you’d laugh at certain parts and crane your neck up to pepper tender kisses to his soft lips. Mark squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head, tries to rid the thoughts of you from his mind.

But it’s proven a little more difficult when he moves from the couch to take a shower and the water is running down his tense and naked body. He struggles to not think about you on your knees, touching his thick cock and kissing up his thighs.

He has to swallow back the lump in his throat and blinks away the urge to touch himself to the thought of you. He refuses to be that kind of guy. He’s not that kind of guy. So he gets out the shower and does the only thing he likes doing — music. 

Mark tries out new melodies on his guitar, humming broken lyrics and soft tunes he’ll be sure to show his producer on Monday. After a while he catches sight of the clock on the wall and it’s already a little past midnight. After locking his doors he’s crawling into bed and ready to sleep; but then he hears something. 

A soft giggle muffled from the wall behind his head. 

Mark’s fully aware the two of you share the same wall for your beds, rooms mirroring each other, but he’s never heard this kind of sweet giggle fall from your lips so late at night. He tries not to let the sound affect him, but there’s only one reason why a girl like you could be giggling at this hour after a night out. 

You’ve brought someone home? But Mark can’t hear a man’s voice, not even the slightest grunt or groan of male muttering. He can only hear soft giggling slipping from his favourite pair of lips.

And then he hears a robotic voice announcing that the Bluetooth is successfully connected and he knows he’s about to hear your fuck playlist. The thought sends a thrill through his body and he knows he’s unlikely going to get any sleep tonight.

He’s about to get up, to move to the sofa in the living room, to not be disrespectful and a perv by listening to you getting off, but he hears a familiar hammering of drums and a guitar muffled through the paper-thin walls and his eyes are bulging.

“Give me my A course, ice is so big like a glacier” 

You’re giggling again and he can hear your body fall against the sheets of the bed – the bed that’s very clearly pushed up against the same wall his is. It creaks under your weight, and Mark feels the wall tremble slightly as your bed frame knocks against his wall.

He’s tried so hard not to be that guy, but his hand finds its way in his boxers before he can fully comprehend what he’s doing. He’s rock fucking hard, red and veiny and he takes off his boxers, leaving him sprawled on his back, completely bare.

He hears your soft whimpers, can hear you hum in appreciation even over the buzzing of your vibrator and the thumping of his song. He doesn’t know what’s turning him on more; the fact that he can hear you getting off and moaning out, or that you’re listening to him while trying to cum. 

Either way, his hand is wrapped tight around his thick length, thumbing over his oozing tip. He thinks of how you must be, how you’d look completely whilst naked and sprawled out on the bed for him. Mark imagines himself on top of you, kissing your perky tits he loves to think about and wrapping his lips around your swollen nipples. His mind feels like it can taste you on his tongue, can feel your dainty fingers tugging at his hair as he laps you.

“Oh, shit,” you gasp loud enough for him to hear.  

It makes him imagine your eyes rolling back when he finally fucks himself inside your tight little cunt, he visions the look of ecstasy on your face when your jaw would become completely slack and your body quivers for him. He knows you’d feel him deep in your stomach. He knows he’d be so big for you. 

“Fuck,” he slips out in a desperate pant.

He’s completely breathless, tugging at his dick, spitting down on it to get it all wet for you. He knows you’re so much wetter on the other side of the damn wall, and that he’d rather be sinking into your wet pussy but his spit would have to do. 

He throws his head back in his pillow, eyes shut tight, allowing his mind to work over time. 

“Fuck, Mark… I need it.”

Everything feels surreal, like he’s in his own personal heaven with a touch of hell. You’re crying out for more, for him, begging for it deeper, harder, and he finds himself fucking into his fist just as desperately. Like his soft palm is your silky pussy.

Mark can’t focus on anything other than your sweet fucking cries that sound otherwordly against his song. It makes him think about how much he’d love to record your moans, use them in his next song. But then he’d never be able to release it — because they’re his to hear. 

It’s when the bridge starts that you really let yourself go, filthy fucking moans, the speed of the vibrator increasing, and God he wishes he could watch you right now. See you trembling and begging as the instrumental plays out loud and hard. 

He can’t handle it.

Gruff moans are slipping past his lips and he does nothing to try and conceal them. The muscles in his arm are burning but he fucks his cock harder, imaging what it’d be like to feel his balls slap against your ass as he pounds into you.

He can feel the coil tightening in his stomach, the way his cock starts to twitch. His imagination grows wild and filthy, every single fantasy he’s tried locking away to not be that guy now flooding his mind because you’re that girl. 

That girl that’s using his music to cum. That girl that wants to hear his voice as she gets off. That girl who’s doing it with no shame, no guilt. That girl that’s using him. 

The thought takes Mark’s mind to sinful places. “Take it,” he can hear himself seeth through gritted teeth. He imagines you begging for his cum, taking it like the good fucking girl you are.

“Ugh, fuuckk I’m cumming!” Mark cries out gruffly through strangled moans and he hears your screams follow.

Your bed is creaking louder than before and he knows your thighs have got to be trembling as you cum around your vibrator. Mark’s hand and thighs are covered in thick ribbons of white arousal and when his eyes flutter open, through his blotched vision, he imagines seeing you kneeling between his thighs and licking it up.

He’s completely fucked as he hears his song mellow out and you aren’t moaning anymore. Instead, he can hear  breathless little pants. He stays where he is for a second, eager to see what else he can hear. But there’s nothing — only complete and utter silence.

Mark doesn’t sleep the entire night. He can’t. He’s kept awake with the guilt of listening to his pretty neighbour. Or is it with the thrill of knowing it was his voice that got you off that's making him so restless? 

Please don't give me attention. I'll think you're in love with me, and I get attached

encountering an inconvenience while cold: damn that sucks, oh well, i’ll figure something else out!!

encountering an inconvenience while hot: we all deserve to die right now, come on everyone, lets all go die

when will a man give me a cig w his number on it

i love reader. idc if she’s a bimbo or a crybaby or a little unhinged. good for her tbh. i love her in all shapes and forms. she is barbie. she is a doctor and a student and a barista and she can take five dicks at the same time. what a beautiful world we live in.

gamer | l.hc

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genre : smut

warnings : fingering , spanking , hair pulling , multiple creampies , unprotected sex

hiii everyone! im so sorry for literally disappearing for a whole month. 😭 i just lost motivation for a while but i wanna start writing again! unfortunately, i lost access to most of the requests i received over the last month due to my own lack of experience using tumblr. i am still fairly new to the app so i am still learning how to navigate my drafts, requests, etc.

any new requests would be greatly appreciated!

well, this is nice. you come to visit your boyfriend and instead of you occupying his time, it’s a computer game. what could possibly make a game so fun? you swear he’s been playing for hours at this point, rarely even taking glances in your direction. you haven’t seen eachother in a week and he’s acting like he couldn’t care less about your presence.

“hyuck” you sing out, as you crawl to the end of the bed to be closer to where he sits. he hums in response, not even looking at you. “wanna cuddle?” you ask while giving him puppy dog eyes.

he looks at you for a moment and then turns to the screen again before speaking. “you know i’d love that. but, there’s a time limit on me getting this super rare gun.”

a gun? seriously?

“you can’t cuddle for just a little bit?” you whine dramatically. he chuckles and shakes his head. “im sorry, baby.”

you sigh and crawl back to the middle of the bed. laying down on the fluffy blanket you were previously wrapped in. you open your phone and start scrolling mindlessly, hoping to pass time so maybe haechan could finally give you attention.

you find yourself going through your camera roll, more specifically your videos. most of them being of your dog, sometimes pretty scenery outside. you come across one video in particular, a video haechan took on your phone.

shit, you look so pretty like this. want me to fuck you, hm? my pretty girl is so wet for me.

the audio plays quietly from your phone, just loud enough for you to hear over the sound effects on haechan’s game. you quickly swipe to the next video and see his face, his bare shoulders glistening with sweat as he roughly thrusts into you, his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. he looked perfect, so handsome.

great, not only are you wanting to simply talk with haechan, but now, you’re also horny. now craving something he most likely doesn’t want to give at the moment.

you want his attention, and you want it now. you decide to take off a few layers, hoping to maybe catch his eye. you crawl over to the edge of the bed and lay on your stomach. wearing just your bra and panties, you prop your ass up a bit higher, hoping he’d see that first if he glanced at you.

“what are you doing?” he asks, not looking away from the screen. “im not doing anything, why?” you say, making yourself sound way more innocent than you are.

“oh really? then why are you half naked, staring at me.” he chuckles and finally looks at you, taking in sight of you. “uhm, it got hot? i think you’re looking into things too much, hyuck.” you coo at him and blink cutely.

“am i now?“ he shakes his head, his jaw slightly tightening. “mhm, you’d better get that gun anyways. it sounds… exciting.” you say softly, trying to fight back a stubborn smile.

he clicks his tongue and looks at you again, shaking his head and chuckling. you look back at him, raising your eyebrows. he suddenly gets out of his chair and sits down on the bed, pulling your legs across his lap, ass up.

“what are you doing? don’t you have a time limit?” you ask, your voice filled with fake urgency. “oh shut up.” he growls and spanks your ass roughly. you yelp and bury your face into the fabric of his sweatpants.

he rubs your ass before laying another slap across it. “you wanted it this bad?” he asks, his voice a bit deeper than usual. you don’t say anything in response, just shutting your eyes tightly.

you feel him pulling your panties off of you quickly, leaving yourself feeling a bit more vulnerable than before. he spreads your legs on his lap before slapping the back of your thigh gently. “you all worked up, hm?” he teases.

“hyuck…” you breathe out weakly. he hums softly and rubs his finger along your slit. he spreads the wetness all over your pussy before slowly pushing a finger inside you. you whine at the sudden action, hands moving to his free arm in front of you to grip on it gently.

“so wet. it’s all for me, right?” he whispers. you nod your head quickly in response. “talk to me, baby.” he says softly, starting to slowly move his finger in and out. “okay” you whimper and grip onto his hand tightly, your hips starting to squirm a bit.

he lets go of your hand and holds you down with his whole arm, not letting you move anymore. he starts to curl his fingers every time they go into you, speeding up the pace a bit more.

a soft moan escapes from your lips as he hits a certain spot inside you. “oh, did that feel good?” he asks and repeats the action, this time rougher than before, causing your legs to tremble. he repeats this a few more times before adding a second finger, stretching you out a bit.

“please don’t stop.” you whimper softly as your back arches. “oh i don’t plan on it.” he chuckles and continues to finger you. he starts to move his fingers in at an angle, causing them to hit that same spot perfectly.

loud, wet, squelching noises can now be heard in the room, mixing with the lobby music of the game still running on haechan’s computer. you whimper softly with each push of his fingers, you close your eyes tightly.

“im close.” you pant out as your whole body starts to shake. he starts moving his fingers faster, pushing them into your g-spot nonstop. his free hand moves to your clit, rubbing quick but steady motions.

“cum for me.” he says gently. you moan softly as you feel a familiar tightness in your stomach. you clench around his fingers as you feel yourself coming undone. his fingers don’t stop moving inside you, fucking into you roughly as you cum on them. your legs start to shake even more than they were before, he slowly pulls his fingers out after you completely finish.

he grabs your face gently to make you look at him. he then starts to lick his fingers clean, savoring the taste of you on his tongue. your breath quickens at the sight.

“hyuck.” you whimper softly, he smiles and pulls you to sit up, making you sit on his lap. he grips onto your hips tightly, making you grind into him slowly, your wetness seeping through his sweatpants.

“do you want me to fuck you?” he asks, rubbing one of your thighs while continuing to grind against him. you nod quickly, biting your bottom lip while looking at him. he shakes his head and pushes your hair away of your face.

“you can speak, you know? use your words.” he teases. you breathe in slowly and look at his lips, “yes, i want you to.” you breathe out slowly. he nods and tilts his head to the side. his hand moves from your side up to your chest, gently squeezing your boob through your bra.

“please, i need you.” you whimper softly while looking at him. your cheeks feel warm, probably a few shades pinker than usual. he smiles softly and nods, getting off of you to pull off his shirt. then, pushing down his sweatpants, his bulge very evident in his boxers.

he pushes his boxers down quickly, feeling eager to be inside you. "you ready?" he asks softly while slowly starting to rub his tip up and down your folds. you whimper softly and nod, spreading your legs just a bit more to give him better access.

he slowly pushes into you, a small grunt leaves his mouth as you squeeze around him. "so fucking tight." he whispers while he moves his hips a bit more. he leans down and nuzzles his face in your neck, breathing heavily as he thrusts into you slowly. your hands fall from his arms to the bed sheets, gripping tightly on the fabric.

he continues to thrust into you, hitting deeper with every movement. your breath hitches as you feel him pull out almost all the way. he suddenly pushes back into you roughly, not hard enough to hurt you.

“feel good, baby? fucking take it.” he grunts, his voice deeper than the last time he spoke. you nod quickly and grip onto his shoulder again, your other hand resting on his back. he starts to pound into you, gentle but still rough.

“im close.” he whines out as his hand finds it way lower, eventually finding your clit and rubbing gently. you let out a breathy moan as his fingers come in contact with it.

he speeds up his movements even more, the rubbing of his fingers on your clit start to sync with his thrusts.

“im gonna cum.” you cry out. “yeah? cum for me.” he says softly, not slowing down on his movements at all. your legs start to shake as you get closer. your nails dig into his back as he thrusts relentlessly into you.

you shut your eyes tightly as you feel yourself cumming, you unintentionally clench around his cock as you do so, causing him to whimper and shake his head. before you know it, haechan’s warm cum is spilling deeply into you. he pants heavily, still buried inside you.

he pulls his head away from your neck and kisses your lips gently, his hands kneading your boobs gently. he continues to kiss your lips, the kisses becoming a bit sloppy as he pulls out of you.

he leans back and watches as his cum slowly leaks out onto the sheets, staining them. his breath hitches at the sight, he looks up at you after a while as well, taking in your tired appearance.

he lays down next to you, rubbing your waist with his hand as he breathes heavily. “was that good?” he looks up at you. “yeah, it was.” you smile tiredly.

“we should take a bath before you sleep.” he suggests while looking at you. “no, im so tired.” you whine and shake your head. “fine.” he sighs softly, laughing softly a bit after because of your laziness.

“goodnight. i love you, baby.” he kisses your forehead gently and closes his eyes. “goodnight, hyuck. i love you too.” you whisper softly, your eyes slowly closing.

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note . . .

thank you so much for reading! i hope this wasnt too bad 😭 i haven’t written anything in a while so this is probably choppy af. i plan on being more active from now on hopefully! (no promises) i also want to thank everyone for the love and support on all of my last stories. i didn’t think they would get as much attention as they did and im so grateful. thank you! 💞

People only care if you stop eating never when you are overeating

thinking about bf!haechan who always wants a second kiss.

“okay, i’m leaving now, baby,” he walks over to where you’re sitting, leaning over the back of the couch. “kiss.”

you lean your head back, lips puckered. “be safe, babe.”

he’s just about to walk out the door before he turns back around, tapping on your shoulder.

“kiss?”

“i already gave you one.”

“yeah, but i need one more.”

ride ; l.hc

haechan x fem! reader summary : your boyfriend just had to get turned on during a car ride. warnings : [ smut ] curse words, riding haech, use of names, !! mdni ¡¡

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the ride back to home was loud for sure.

arguments, laughter and conversations everywhere, ofcourse, it was the dreamies. due to no empty seat in the car, you had to sit on your boyfriends lap. it was an innocent action.

It came to your notice that haechan was awfully quiet the entire time, unlike his usual talkative self.

his slow breathing and fisted palm growing your concern.

turning back to look at him you asked with your brows pulled together and a small pout naturally formed on your lips, “hyuck, you fine?”

haechan nodded, some uncomfort and a vague expression plastered on his face. you pressed your palms on his thighs as a sign of assurance before turning back. It didn’t take you long to turn right back to him after you felt his thighs twitch and a growing problem under your buttocks.

ss you turned to your side, you noticed the bulge growing from within his jeans. raising your brows at him questionably but all he did was shrug and pull your hips closer to his.

his lips brushing your earlobes as he whispered, “well, it’s not my fucking fault you kept movi- oh fucckk” he moaned the towardds the end of his statement as a speedbump caused you to jump slightly.

chuckling quietly, you leaned back into him. your hands finding his zipper as you pulled it down. Taking advantage of the position as you started to move slowly, positioning your now wet panties right on top of his unzipped throbbing erection.

haechan hissed slowly, feeling your pelvis grind against his crotch.

your slow movement practically torture for him as he grit his jaw, advancing his hands on your thighs. his fingers gripping the flesh of your inner thighs under your skirt so mercilessly everytime you rolled deeper into him.

“fucking hell baby.” he grunted, taking in the feeling of your clothed pussy grinding against his dick so slowly.

“m-move faster” he instructed into your ears as you squeezed his thighs reminding to keep his voice low.

after the slow torment, you finally repositioned yourself, angling him right below your entrance as you bounced lightly. His moans and whimpers sounding like honey to your ears as you moved one hand on the seat as an lousy attempt to cover the lewd scene. your flowy skirt shielding the sight well enough as you resumed.

your other hand traveling down towards his base as you stroked him, grinding his length at the same time.

haechan started breathing faster, his eyes shut and you could feel his dick twitching and throbbing like crazy. “yeah, baby fuck, just like that.” he moaned out as you hushed him. oh he was so hard, so hard that it probably hurt.

the way his rock hard cock was now coated with your slick dripping out of your cunt making you slide with ease. your pussy so wet, warm and so tight against his dick he felt like getting out of the car and fucking you dead hard on the street. every clench of your walls against his dick sent him to darn venus.

zipping his pants back you put a finger against haechan’s lips who wouldn’t stop whining, missing the feeling of you on his bare cock. nevertheless, your bounces didn’t stop. you could feel him coming. his moans and the incoherent words he started blabbering on about almost making you giggle.

“o-ah.. baby, I’m gonna, I’m-“ and before you know it his pants started turning wet. you rolled your hips against him one more time with full pressure as haechan grasped on your thighs for his dear life as he came.

he panted hard, pulling your body close to his to hide his fucked out state from the others as you dryly chuckled. his head rested on your nape as he breathed slowly with his eyes closed and you could almost feel his thundering pulse against your spine. your hands fixing his bangs as you whispered, “came in your pants so quickly, all for me. such a good boy.”

haechan, in a position too hazy to even function, lay recovering as his head plopped against the headrest, “wait till we get home, gon' make sure you can't even fucking walk.”

an original iceonneo work.