I Have - Tumblr Posts
Tracklist:
A Brief Introduction • Me & The Snowman • The Volcano Song • Aron • I Love the Ocean • Your Brain Fell Out • The Robot Cat • Happy Noodle vs. Sad Noodle • The Ice Cream Man • How Ya Doing, Emily? • A Word from Farkle • Please & Thank You • Do the Confusion • Welcome Back, Mr. Pants • Lizard & Fish • I Want to Live on the Moon • When Werewolves Collide • Steve • At the Wig Store • Prosthetic Brain • Goodbye, My 4-Track • Monkeys Are Bad People (2001)
Spotify ♪ Bandcamp ♪ YouTube
after experiencing domestic abuse it shrunk me. during it, i wasnt allowed to make friends, leave the house, etc. but after i left, ive never been so addicted to my freedom until i was out of it.
i never knew how important freedom for women was until i finally got to taste it
and u start to understand that as a woman i dont need to shrink myself and be small for people. i dont need to let anyone make me "soft" because thats just not who i am. and ppl that understand that will stay.
i say this bc i was talking abt thisbin therapy. he told me (my therapist) that ppl a lot of the time are attracted to my energy bc they either want it or they are predatory and want to make me submit to them. but alhamdulillah i have enough attitude that even if im close to breaking ill never submit to anyone but Allah
Me, first meeting Arthur at the prologue: Oh wow hi there Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, author of Sherlock Holmes series- oh no- you're a flirt- well ya r pretty interesting and cute tho- *sees Mozart, Isaac, Vincent, Dazai, Shakespeare, and Jeanne* -- but bon voyage good sir!
*LATER*
also me: *reading Napoleon's first premium story* Haaah, he's such a good boi~ uwu oh that reminds me, time to roll le gacha!
*rolls*
.... *sobs* Arthur you lil shit, how could you make me love you?
I need everyone in the Merlin fandom to watch this and suffer with me because this hurt my soul to watch 😭
what's my name
❥pov: song mingi x black! fem reader
❥cw: cussing, porn w/ a lil bit of plot, public sex, cunnilingus, mingi has a daddy kink bc duh, smut, unprotected sex, handjob, lots of praising bc ya! you look good! mingi's in love wit you, missionary, srry if i missed anything!
❥wc: 2.8k (one of my longer ones, oops hehe)
❥an: if you've ever been to a concert, you might know mingi says "whats my name" so that's my inspo lol
Sitting on the bed, you slip your feet into the pink heels. You apply the finishing touches to your outfit, grabbing your purse and lipgloss. You leave the room and walk down the hall, ensuring everything is turned off. Hearing the clacking of your heels in the living room, Mingi looks up at you from his phone.
“’m sorry I took so long, baby,” you mumble, pushing your body wave curl over your shoulder. You take in Mingi's appearance as he’d finished getting ready while you were in the shower. He wore a white button-down under a black vest, black slacks, and a silver watch. His bright pink hair a sexy mess. Mingi’s eyes size you up as he takes in your dress and heels.
“All good, ma. Damnn girl, you look stunning,” he says, wrapping his arms around your waist, twirling your hair in his finger.
“I don't want other people seeing you look this good, ma. You know I don't like to share,” he grumbles, his hand sliding down your exposed back to your barely covered ass as he kisses your lips. You return his kiss, your hand on his chest.
“I'm sorry, baby, but I’m not changing,” you say, winking at him. “Plus, we’re already late, and I’m hungry,” you whine.
“Fine, but you gotta wear my jacket,” he complains, knowing you weren’t gonna wear it.
The both of you exit the apartment, Mingi closely behind you, his hand glued to your ass. Arriving at the restaurant, Mingi pulls the door to the Benz, allowing you to get out. The both of you walk toward the door and enter the restaurant.
The party was held in the middle of the restaurant, with a long table for all the guests. You walk to the end of the table and embrace Yeosang, the birthday boy, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Mingi places the gift the both of you bought for him on the table and wishes Yeosang a happy birthday. The party was already in full swing, and everyone was already drunk. You and Mingi find a seat and call for the waiter.
“I'm sorry, can you repeat the order? It’s really hard to hear,” the waitress asks, leaning over Mingi, her breasts spilling out of her barely buttoned top. You give her a noticeable side-eye as Mingi speaks his order slightly louder, but not by much. You turn to the waitress, reading his order for him, “He said he’ll have…” but you stop as you see the look she gives you, her face turning up in disgust.
You continue saying his order ending it with, “and I dare you to try some shit, love. You really don't want it.”
Mingi slides his hand over your thigh, squeezing it to calm you. The girl rolls her eyes as she takes your menus and walks away. When your food arrives, you see Mingi look at his meal and frown.
“What is it, baby?” you ask.
“They messed it up,” he mumbles.
“What the fuck?” you say, reaching to grab his plate, noticing immediately what's wrong with it.
“Excuse me,” you say, gesturing to the waitress. “He asked for chicken, rice, and no tomatoes.”
“It’s okay ma, don't worry, I’ll still eat it.” Mingi says to you, his hand returning to your thigh. But you’re not really hearing any of it, already pissed off by the dumbass and her noticeable flirting with Mingi all evening.
The waitress glares at you, “The chicken is cooked in the vegetables.”
“He asked for no tomatoes, so I would appreciate it if the fucking meal was cooked that way,” you snap, sarcasm dripping in your voice. At this point, everyone at the table was looking at you.
Mingi goes quiet as the meal is taken from him.
“I’m sorry sir, we'll get it rectified quickly,” the waitress quips, walking away with the dish.
You turn to Mingi, and his eyes are slit as he looks back at you.
“You said-”
“Go to the bathroom,” he cuts you off, his voice stern.
You sigh and put the napkin down, grabbing your purse as you walk to the bathroom. Yes, you knew you had an attitude problem plus a mouth with no filter, but Mingi knows this. So can he really blame you for getting upset when they fucked up his order? You push open the door to the private bathroom and let it close behind you. Moments later, Mingi comes in, locking the door behind him. His eyebrows are furrowed, and his body is stiff as he approaches you.
“Mingi, I-,” you start to say.
“You must love all the attention,” he snaps, thumbing the fabric of your dress. “I’m worried about having to share you when I really need to be worried about you being a jealous little thing, hm.” His breath fans your neck as he speaks into your collarbone, inhaling your intoxicating scent.
“But Mingi,” you whine. “You saw her! The stupid bitch couldn't even get your order right. On top of that, acting like I barely existed. Of course I was hot. I don't like sharing either. You’re mine,” you pout.
“Always, ma,” he says. “And I know you wanna take care of me but don’t use it as an excuse to get mad okay?” he tells you, his warm lips sliding over yours.
“Mmhm,” you hum as you wrap your arms around your man’s neck, kissing him. Even though the two of you were so different, Mingi knew you like the back of his hand, and you, him.
Mingi had been trying to keep his hands off you all night, but couldn't control it anymore as you embraced him, your little stint at the table undoubtedly turning him on. He kisses into your mouth, your tongues sliding against each other in perfect harmony. Mingi slips his hand under your thigh and lifts it as he slides to his knees in front of you. You lean against the counter, bracing yourself on the ledge as your hooded eyes watch Mingi lift your dress, brushing his nose against your clothed core.
“I swear, you looked a hundred times finer cussing at her.” His praises fill your ears and you moan as you slip your hands into Mingi’s hair, pushing his face toward your cunt.
“Only for you,” you gasp when he licks a stripe on your soaked underwear.
“I should express my thanks, huh, ma?” he asks, his breath hot on your aching pussy.
“Mhm,” you moan as he slides your panties off your legs, hooking your thick thigh over his shoulder. He licks another stripe up your core, spreading your slick over your clit. Mingi pulls it into his mouth, sucking the sensitive bud as you roll your hips on his face, “yess Mingi, just like that.”
As if you were the only two people in the world and not in a public bathroom, Mingi slowly eats your pussy out, sliding his skilled tongue in and out of your hole, lapping the juice with each thrust. You feel your orgasm slowly build as Mingi applies just the right amount of pressure to your cunt, his sweet tongue fucking you senseless.
“I'mma always take care of you, daddy,” you moan. Your head tilted, biting your lip as you watch Mingi lovingly eat your cunt, the filthy sounds gratifying.
Mingi stops tonguing you out as he looks up at you, his eyes dark. He pulls off you, breathing hard, your pussy fluttering as the air makes contact.
“What did you just say, ma,” he pants, his hands digging into the fat of your thigh.
“I said imma always take care of you. Why did you stop?” You whine, your hand itching to rub your throbbing clit.
“What did you just call me, y/n,” Mingi looks up at you, his eyes hard and his mouth covered in your slick.
He pushes two fingers into your leaking hole, the stretch of his long fingers causing you to groan. “I-i called you daddy,” you choke, his thrust slow and deep.
“Fuck ma, what am I gonna do with you, ” Mingi grunts. He kisses up your legs as his fingers curl against the puffy skin inside you, lighting your nerve endings on fire. He brings his mouth to your soft clit, consuming you.
“Shiiit Mingi, yesss,” your back arches off the counter as Mingi satiates your needy cunt, the combination of his fingers and tongue sending your senses into overdrive.
“‘m cumming,” you groan as the waves of your orgasm wash over you, trapping Mingi between your legs. The sounds of him slurping you up resonate through the air as his tongue laps up the essence that drips from you. When your orgasm dies down, you release Mingi, and he stands, licking his swollen pink lips. His body towers over yours as he looks down at you, his pants tight against his thighs. He brings his head down to kiss you, swirling the remnants of your juices in your mouth.
“You got me going crazy, ma. Wait ‘til we get home,” he breathes against your lips.
He helps you clean yourself back up, waiting for you to reapply your lip gloss and fix your hair. By the time you're ready to go, you realize you don't have your panties on, your eyes following the fabric sticking out of Mingi’s pocket as he walks out the door.
Dinner resumed in an air of palpable sexual tension, the waitress long forgotten. You and Mingi could not leave any quicker the moment it ended.
You barely kept up with Mingi as he pulled you toward your apartment. Mingi’s mouth on your neck, hands roaming your body, pleasuring you as you open the door. The ache in his pants never left since the moment you called him that word, and it was all he could think about.
You run into your bathroom to at least get out of your dress, but Mingi’s impatience only allows you to put your hair up as he slides his hands over the front of your body, unbuckling his pants as he pins you against the counter of the bathroom.
“Should finish what we started, shouldn’t we, mamas,” Mingi grunts, pulling the strap of your dress down, freeing your titties. He pulls the bottom of the dress up over your ass, lining his aching cock to your heat. He wraps his arms around your waist and throat, watching your body react to his touches in the mirror as he slides into you. Your mouth falls open, and your eyes roll into the back of your head, your body savoring the feeling of him stretching you inch by inch. “Soo big,” you moan, unable to keep yourself quiet.
When you feel Mingi’s hips against the plush of your ass, he stills, allowing you to adjust. Nuzzling his nose into your neck, Mingi hugs your body as he pulls his hips back, snapping into you, your ass rippling from the force. Your hand clutches his arm as he drills into you, thankful that he’s holding you up because you feel weak in all your limbs.
“So fucking pretty. Look at how pretty you are, ma,” he moans, encouraging you to look in the mirror. Your boobs bounce through his arms, the sounds of your ass clapping visible as you see it spread along his hips. Your mouth an “o” as the pretty moans fall from your lips.
“Fucking me so good,” you choke, his cock taking all the air out of you. Your cunt responds to the connection, tightening the grip around Mingi as he hits you in all the right places.
You don’t know what had gotten into Mingi and why he couldn't even wait until yall at least got to the bed, but you soon figured it out when your eyes meet each other and he tightens his hold on your throat, grunting, “What’s my name.”
Mingi doesn't slow his rhythm, pounding into your aching cunt, your mind losing all focus.
“M-m-mingi,” you moan, your hand on the counter helping you fuck yourself back on Mingi, the other gripping his arm around your neck.
He grunts and claps your ass, his tip bruising your cervix with every thrust. “What’s. My. Name.” He growls. You can’t take the force of his pounding anymore, reaching your arm back to push against his waist. Mingi doesn’t even regard your whines, grabbing your hand and pinning it behind your back.
“Nah, don’t try to push me off now, ma. What’s my name.” he grunts, feeling you clench around his dick. Your eyes lock with Mingi’s, tears prickling your eyes as you moan, “mmm- daddyyy.” Mingi smirks and pushes into you deeper, “again.”
“Dadddyy, pleasee, it’s too much,” you choke out as Mingi strokes you deliciously, your pussy going against your words to pull him in.
“But you're sucking me in, so which is it, ma?” he laughs into your ear. You just moan in response as he fucks your pulsing heat.
“You want daddy to take care of you?” he asks.
“Yesss, daddy, please,” you groan. Mingi can't take his eyes off you. Your eyebrows furrow as you whine, calling him daddy. It's music to his ears, and he doesn't even realize you’re coming until he feels you tightening around him. Your orgasm crashes over you, your eyes going white as you cum, your release dripping down your thighs.
Your chest heaves as you come down from your high, Mingi kissing your shoulder as he strokes you through it.
Looking at him through the glass, you can see that Mingi’s cock is still hard as he pulls out, his face sweating.
You pull the dress off your head and turn to him, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt. Your hand falls to his thick shaft, stroking him.
You watch Mingi’s face morph into pure bliss, seconds away from nutting all over your hand. You lean to his ear and whisper, “you not done fucking me right, daddy?” Taunting him, knowing what you do to him. Mingi grunts, blood rushing back to his cock as he slides his big hands under your ass, spreading your cheeks as he picks you up. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, his veiny dick rubbing against your sensitive skin as he walks and gently lays you on the bed.
“Daddy’s gonna fuck you real good, baby. So just stay there looking pretty and scream my name.” Mingi hovers over you, holding your knees open as he spreads your legs, sliding his dick through your folds.
“Mmhm, daddy,” you moan, your hands reaching up to grab his face, pulling him into a passionate kiss. You feel Mingi tuck his legs under yours and press into you, his lips never leaving yours. You moan into his mouth, the stretch coursing through your body.
This time his strokes are slow, his cock digging your pussy out, bruising your cervix in an intoxicating way. Your bodies meld together, his hips dragging along your clit, stimulating it. You both pull apart, a string of saliva connecting you. Mingi admires your body as you cream on him, your face blissed out in pleasure. “So beautiful,” he mumbles.
Mingi reaches down and grabs your chin, “Baby, open up for daddy,” he grunts. You obediently open your mouth and stick out your tongue as Mingi smiles, gathering the spit in his mouth. You watch as it slips from his pink lips and touches your tongue.
“Swallow,” he grunts. You close your mouth and swallow, maintaining eye contact with him as you open your mouth and stick out your tongue.
“Such a good girl.” he praises, kissing your mouth as his hips start to speed up.
You keep your legs open as Mingi fucks you, the intimacy of the moment never faltering, his hips slapping against your soaked sex. You reach between the both of you, rubbing your clit, grabbing your nipple in your other hand, “m gonna cum Daddy,” you moan.
“Lemme feel you a little more, ma. Creaming on my dick,” Mingi says, driving his hands into the bed, biting his lip as he fucks into your warm hole. His mouth finds yours again, and you wrap your arms around his neck, your legs around his waist. He swallows all your moans as you cum, your heat caressing the nut out of Mingi. He rips his dick out of you, stroking it in his hand as he nuts all over your stomach, ropes of his cum exploding and hitting you as far as your mouth. “Fuuckk,” he moans.
You lick your lips, smiling at him as he leans back on his legs, looking at you.
“Maybe I should call you daddy more often, “ you tease, swiping a finger up your stomach and pulling it into your mouth, using your pretty feet to play with Mingi’s softening cock.
He grabs your foot, pulling it to his mouth and kissing the bottom of it, “You better not try to run away when you can't take what daddy gives you,” he smiles.
❥an: ion really have nun tuh say. i love pink-haired mingi. that's it that's all.
like, comment, reblog, allat. tyyy
mwah <3
Why we all need to vote for BTS! Please vote for BTS for 2016 MAMA Awards here! (cr. SUGA UPDATES)
i have strong ideological opposition to the general popular idea that penetration & sexually “receiving” is inherently a submissive or degrading act, but also it’s just personally so baffling. like you’ve never seen someone use their hole like they’re trying to devour their lover alive, huh
do u think Batman has ever been publicly slut-shamed on live television,,,,,, like not as Bruce or Brucie but as the Bat?
bad enough || lc x f!reader
summary: lee chan isn't the type of guy you usually go for... but you don't know that (based on the song bad enough for you by all time low)
warnings: swearing, angst, smut 18+ (oral f. receiving, kitchen sex, protected sex, degradation, slight dacryphilia)
word count: 3.7k
masterlist + ko-fi
Chan hasn’t texted you in two days, at the advice of his roommate, but he’s starting to think Soonyoung is full of shit. The thing is, you run in Soonyoung’s circle. He knows you way better than Chan does, and according to him this is the way to your heart. If Chan had it his way, he’d be texting you every thought that crosses his mind, answering you immediately instead of leaving you on read for hours... but since he doesn’t, he’s forced to sit around waiting for you to be the one to initiate.
“She likes guys that treat her like shit,” Soonyoung had explained when Chan first expressed interest in you.
“What? I don’t know if that’s tr-”
“No, trust me,” he insisted. “Every guy she’s brought around has been a fucking asshole. We hate all of her exes, and I mean all of them. We have a separate group chat just to talk shit about them.”
“They can’t be that bad,” Chan tried.
“The last one stood her up in the pouring rain and she still gave him another chance. I know you like her, Chan, but you’re too much of a nice guy. She’d never go for you.”
It’s supposed to be a compliment but it still hurt to hear that he basically had no chance with you. Especially since he’d had a crush on you for the longest time.
“I can be a jerk.”
Soonyoung raised an eyebrow. “Are you for real?”
Chan nodded, resolute. “If that’s the kind of guy she likes, that’s the kind of guy I’ll be.”
“Is it really worth all that effort to act like someone you’re not just for some pussy?”
“It’s not just for- I actually like her, Soonyoung. I’m not just trying to get into her pants.”
“And that’s exactly why you’ll never be able to pull this ‘bad boy’ thing off.”
Chan shook his head. “You’re wrong. You’ll see.”
That conversation had brought Chan here, checking his phone every few minutes to see if you had messaged him. It was pathetic and he knew it but he wasn’t sure what else he could do. After bickering back and forth with his roommate, he had to turn around and practically beg him to help coach him on how to win you over.
So far, Soonyoung’s intel and advice has worked, much to Chan’s surprise. You’ve hung out twice now. It hasn’t escalated to anything more than a kiss goodbye but that’s mostly because Chan’s a coward. You’ve made it clear you want him but he’s been too afraid to act on it. You’ve sexted exactly once when you were a little tipsy and wanted him to come over, but Chan was out that night and Soonyoung forbade him from leaving so that he wouldn’t come across as ‘desperate’. He was forced to tell you all of the things he wanted to do to you while trying not to get hard out in public to help you get off. He was happy to do it, of course, he just wished he could’ve been there with you like you wanted, or at the very least at home in bed so he could jerk off with you. Instead, he blueballed himself all night until he got home and could finally scroll back through your messages and cum all over his hand in the privacy of his own room.
As much as Chan does want to sleep with you, he also wants to do all of the other things couples do together with you. He wants to take you out on dates, show you his favorite movies, meet your friends, and maybe also bury his head between your thighs and eat you out for hours. Mostly he just misses you.
Just when he’s about to cave and text you first his phone lights up with a notification from you. It’s a text inviting him over, just what he’s been waiting for. He replies instantly, already knowing Soonyoung would be shaking his head in disappointment if he knew just how whipped Chan was acting. It’s only one deviation, though. One little slip up won’t tip you off that this whole thing’s all an act, right?
It’s too late to worry about that now because he’s already told you he’s coming over. Chan throws on a clean pair of sweats and a black t-shirt, dabbing a little cologne behind his ears for good measure.
Soonyoung stops him on his way out of the apartment with a suspicious expression.
“Where are you going at this hour?” he asks.
Mingyu’s over tonight too, just Chan’s luck. From the looks of it, he and Soonyoung are already a couple of beers in, likely debating about something stupid. Both men stare at Chan expectantly and he knows he won’t be able to lie to them so he comes clean.
Mingyu whistles while Soonyoung just smirks.
“You’re not taking an overnight bag just in case?” his roommate presses.
“Uh, all she said was that she wants to hang out. I don’t know if it’s that kind of night.”
“Knowing her, it is,” Mingyu mused.
It bothers Chan that Mingyu seems to know that about you but it’s really none of his business what kinds of things you talk about with your friends so all he can do is chuckle awkwardly and bid the two good night.
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Soonyoung calls after him. “And remember to be a dick!”
Your apartment isn’t that far from Chan and Soonyoung’s but it still takes Chan twenty minutes to get there with how slow he’s driving.
Don’t be too eager, don’t be too eager, he repeats to himself as he slows to a stop at each yellow light instead of blowing through them like he normally would. He doesn’t want to make it seem like he was waiting around for your call (which he was) and dropped everything to go see you (which he did) because he knows that will turn you off and that’s the opposite of what he’s trying to achieve. He needs to make it seem like he’s only coming over because he had nothing else going on even though that’s not the case.
You open your door on the third knock and immediately usher Chan in, beaming at him, which nearly makes him melt right there on the spot. He kicks off his shoes and leaves them by the rug before following you into the kitchen.
“I’m so glad you could make it!” you exclaim in a hushed whisper. “Sorry it was short-notice, but I’ve just missed hanging out with you.”
Chan tries not to show how happy that makes him and simply shrugs. “Glad to be here.”
“I’ve been thinking about the other night,” you continue before trailing off.
“The other night?” he asks.
“Yeah, when we... you know.”
Oh. That other night. The night that you sexted. The night that Chan came more than once to the thought of you getting off to his messages.
He tries to play it cool, leaning back against your counter and crossing his arms. “Oh yeah? What had you thinking about that?”
“I was sad that you were tied up and couldn’t come over,” you hum. “I thought maybe you could make it up to me tonight.”
Chan chuckles. “So that’s what this is all about? Just feeling needy?”
He takes a step forward and you take one back in turn. “I-I no, that’s-”
“It’s okay, baby. I’m happy to help.”
He closes the gap between you and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close so that he can kiss you. Your lips are just as soft and warm as he remembers and you moan as soon as his tongue swipes across the seam of your mouth.
There’s not much talking as Chan leads you backwards, helping you jump onto the island once your back meets the cold marble. His hands travel down to the waistband of your pants and he’s tugging at the elastic as a means to ask permission to take them off mere moments later.
“Wait,” you stop him with a hand to his chest. Panic washes over Chan like he’s just been doused with ice water. Had he done something wrong? Was he moving too fast? You’re quick to assure him that everything’s alright with a squeeze of your hand but you go on to explain, “not here. My roommates are just down the hall asleep. We might wake them up.”
He cocks his head to the side, taking your words as a challenge. “You can’t be quiet?”
Your thighs tighten around Chan’s hips as you whimper and it takes everything in him not to grind forward into you. He maintains his composure, although just barely, and begins to kiss your neck.
“I can be,” you assure him.
“Are you sure?” You nod. “Make a sound and I’ll stop, okay?”
You pout but agree to his terms. “Okay.”
And then he’s kneeling on your kitchen floor, helping you out of your pajama pants. He places a hand on each of your thighs and spreads them apart, cursing when he sees the little wet patch on the front of your panties. He presses his finger to it, letting your arousal seep through the material even more.
You flinch when he touches you.
“Sensitive already?” Chan asks with a smirk.
You don’t answer. Instead, you push your hips into his hand, silently asking for more. He’s happy to give it to you, rubbing his thumb where he approximates your clit to be. He knows he’s found it when you gasp quietly above him.
He touches you like that for a while, teasing you until you’re trembling. He doesn’t move on until he’s satisfied with how wet you are which doesn’t take long. You’ve been turned on since you first texted Chan to come over so he barely has to do anything to work you up.
“Please, Chan,” you whine.
“Please what?”
You groan in frustration. “Need more. Anything, please.”
“Anything, huh?” he repeats.
You nod, giving him the green light to continue. Rather than taking your panties off, he simply pushes them to the side and leans in close enough to dip his tongue in between your folds.
One of your hands flies to Chan’s hair, the other to your mouth as you bite down on your knuckles to muffle a moan.
Chan begins to leisurely make out with your cunt, taking his time to savor the way you taste. You’re even sweeter than he anticipated, something he didn’t think possible, and the way you’re reacting to his actions is driving him absolutely crazy. He’s been hard from the second you suggested you wanted to fuck him and having his head buried between your thighs isn’t doing anything to help. He’s half-worried that he’ll cum way too early and embarrass himself, but he can’t focus on that now. Not when you’re grinding your pussy into his face like your life depends on it.
The closer you get, the tighter your thighs squeeze around Chan’s head. He works his tongue inside of you, nose nudging your clit as he hums against you.
“C-can I cum?” you ask suddenly, jolting Chan out of his thoughts.
His eyes widen when they meet yours. You’re asking his permission to cum? He wasn’t expecting that. How did you want him to respond? Was he supposed to be mean? Did you want to be edged?
Apparently he doesn’t make a decision quickly enough because you’re asking again with even more urgency before he gets the chance to answer. “Fuck, please? I can’t hold it-”
“Go ahead,” Chan mumbles into your cunt, hoping you can understand him.
You must, because you cum immediately after he says it, pushing his head even further into you as you ride it out. Chan happily laps up all of your arousal and then finally pulls away. He could eat you out all night but he has a feeling there’s something more you want from him.
“How was th-”
You’re kissing him before he can finish his question, having pulled him in by the waistband of his sweats. Chan isn’t complaining in the slightest but he certainly hadn’t been expecting it. It’s a little clumsy at first until he finds his rhythm again, tongue slipping into your mouth so that you can taste yourself.
He’s a little relieved when you push him away to catch your breath because he’s so fucking hard it’s bordering on painful and he could definitely use a break as well.
“Do you want to keep going?” you ask. There’s a look in your eye he can’t place.
“Only if you do,” he answers.
“I thought it was obvious.”
“I didn’t want to assume.”
“Hm, that’s nice,” you say thoughtfully.
Fuck. That’s the opposite of what Chan wants you to think about him. You don’t seem put off by this, though, and he’s relieved by that.
You jump down from off the counter and attempt to trade places with him.
“Let me return the favor,” you offer, kneeling in front of him.
“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” Chan assures you.
“Are you sure?”’
“Positive.”
You’re quiet as he helps you back onto the counter. He wants to ask you what’s on your mind but you beat him to it. “I didn’t take you for that sort of guy.”
“What sort of guy?”
You shrug noncommittally. “I don’t know. Guys like you, they don’t usually take the time to go down on a girl before having sex with her. And they definitely don’t turn down a blowjob.”
Damn, you were right. Even subconsciously Chan was acting too nice. In his mind, he was doing the bare fucking minimum but apparently even that was too much.
“Hooking up with someone isn’t fun if they’re not into it,” he points out. “Men who skip foreplay are only screwing themselves over. And as good as I’m sure your mouth feels, I came over with something else in mind.”
It’s the cheesiest goddamn line he’s ever used on a woman but he hopes you buy the fuckboy act anyway. He’s almost positive that you can see right through him, see that the only reason he turned down a blowjob was because he was scared he’d cum too soon and ruin the moment. He’s smirking but it probably doesn’t reach his eyes, and oh god he’s such an idiot-
“Oh yeah? What’s that?”
Chan almost breathes a sigh of relief but catches himself just before he does. Instead he smiles wider, and brings one of his hands down to squeeze your ass. “Why don’t you let me show you?”
-
Chan finds a condom exactly where you told him he’d find one, in the drawer by the wine bottles. You share the stash with your roommates, you tell him, so there’s plenty of variety for him to choose from. He tears the foil package open with his teeth and rolls the condom on without much fuss before returning to where you’re perched on the counter waiting for him.
“Can I take your shirt off?” he asks you.
“Only if I can take yours off too.”
“I think that sounds like a fair deal.”
You go first, fingers ghosting along the sides of Chan’s body before catching on the hem of his t-shirt. You pull it upwards over his head and place it behind you on the island. Chan does the same to you, taking an extra moment to run his hands along the smooth skin of your breasts.
“Can’t believe you’ve got me completely naked in my kitchen,” you murmur, leaning in for a kiss. “So dirty. You want me to be caught by my roommates or what?”
“You won’t get caught if you’re quiet,” he reminds you.
“In theory,” you muse, “they might just wake up for no reason, come out here for some water or something, you know.”
“Well, I’m banking on that not happening,” Chan says as he runs the head of his cock through your folds. You’re still so wet that his dick is easily lubricated but he spits in his hand and pumps it a few times for extra measure.
You’re teasing him now. “I don’t know, kind of seems like you want to be caught.”
In truth, Chan doesn’t want anyone to see you naked but him. But he can’t let you know that. Having sex in a place you aren’t supposed to is exciting, as is the risk, but that’s as far as the appeal goes for him.
“If I suddenly develop an exhibition kink, you’ll be the first to know,” he grunts. “Would it make you more comfortable to move to your bedroom?”
“No, here’s fine. I was just giving you a hard time. I’ll fuck you wherever.”
Your words go straight to Chan’s dick and all he can do to keep from saying something he’ll regret is push himself inside of you so that he’s thoroughly distracted.
“Fuck, you’re big,” you gasp.
It does wonders for his ego. His knee-jerk reaction is to say something nice back to you but that’s not what an asshole would do so he doesn’t.
“Thanks,” is what he decides to go with. Stupid.
You feel perfect, so tight and warm, and Chan wishes he could tell you that. He’s not sure if that’s what you like to hear during sex, though, so he keeps his mouth shut. What do the guys you usually like say? He wishes he knew. He just wants you to enjoy yourself.
If Soonyoung knew how in his head Chan was at the mere taste of your pussy he’d be so disappointed. All of his advice gone to waste. God, he shouldn’t be thinking about his roommate while he’s balls deep inside of you. It isn’t helping at all.
“You can move,” you whisper. It’s so quiet he almost doesn’t hear it but the desperate little whimpers that follow grab his attention instantly.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, please move,” you repeat.
“Okay. Remember, you make a sound and I stop. Got it?”
“Yes, yes, I know. Please just... fuck me already! Been wanting it all night.”
Chan tsks and lifts your chin with a finger. “So fucking needy, I knew it.”
He doesn’t make you wait any longer, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting forward again. It’s slow but it feels so fucking good. Chan doesn’t know how he’s going to last. You wrap your legs around his waist to keep him close and he buries his head in the crook of your shoulder, nipping at the juncture of your neck softly.
“God, Chan,” you moan lowly.
“Baby,” he warns.
He doesn’t think he’ll be able to stop if you do start to get loud so all he can do is scold you and pretend like he’ll make good on his word and hope that does the trick. God forbid you call his bluff.
“I know, it’s just... you feel so good. It’s so deep.”
“Shit,” he hisses, hips stuttering forward on their own accord.
“You can go faster,” you say in his ear.
So he does. He didn’t account for how loud the sex itself would be. The sound of skin on skin, made worse by just how wet you are... the noise echoes off the cabinets but Chan can’t find it within himself to care. He hopes your roommates are heavy sleepers.
You sniffle suddenly and Chan’s about to reprimand you for being noisy but then he sees the tears.
“Crying already?” he asks, voice dripping with faux sympathy.
He doesn’t know where the confidence came from. If any other partner started crying in the middle of sex he’d immediately panic, stop, and ask what’s wrong. But it’s you.
“C-can’t help it,” you choke out. “Just so good.”
“Yeah? You get a lil cockdrunk and all you can do is cry? So fucked out already?”
You pull your bottom lip between your teeth and nod pathetically. “‘M cl-close, Chan.”
It’s simultaneously a relief and a surprise to hear this. It’s a relief because Chan’s on the edge himself and it’s taking everything not to cum right this instant. It’s a surprise because he hasn’t even been fucking you for that long and you’re already on the brink of an orgasm. Chan knows he isn’t bad in bed, but he also never considered himself to be excellent or anything of the sort. You must like him a lot.
The realization makes Chan’s heart do a somersault in his chest and he has to bite back a smile as he continues slamming into you.
“Gonna cum?” he coos. You nod again. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”
Panic washes over your features as your body begins to tense with anticipation. “Can I? Please can I cum?”
“Do you think you deserve it?” he whispers.
“Mhm, I’ve been good! I’ve been so good- please, baby...”
Your begging is what does it for him. Chan groans out a raspy “cum with me, angel,” as he tips over the edge himself, hands gripping your thighs so hard that he’s sure he’ll leave marks behind.
You’re still weakly fucking yourself through your orgasm when Chan comes down from his. His cock is already feeling sensitive but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t help you ride out your high. He might be playing the part of an asshole but he can’t bring himself to be that mean, especially when you look so pretty when you cum.
He doesn’t help you get dressed even though he wants to and he doesn’t offer to help you shower off either. He just... picks up his things and leaves, feeling like absolute shit when he does.
You stop him right as he reaches the door, looking shy for the first time all night.
“I had a good time,” you say quietly.
Chan isn’t about to lie to you so he agrees. “Yeah, me too.”
“We should... do it again sometime.”
He pretends to think about it, arguing internally with himself. Shouldn’t he just be honest? Come clean? He hated playing your game. But Soonyoung had been very insistent that he do exactly that. His roommate’s words ring through his head as he stands there in the doorway.
“Every decent guy that’s ever shown interest in her has been shot down. They usually don’t even score a date with her. It’s not like you have to be a bad person, at least not entirely. You just have to be bad enough. She won’t give you the time of day otherwise.”
Chan sighs, sticking his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants. “Sure, yeah. Maybe. I’ll probably be around.”
lmk what you think i always appreciate feedback!!
add yourself to my taglist(s) here!!
forever tags: @haven-cove @tantofaz123-blog @lee-hjyjn @ateez-star @baesgyus @likexaxdaydream @sunniesoobin @thefairwhitelight @pretty-thoughts @yutayoongi @redamancygnf @hoe4wonwoo @yeostars @i-might-be-in-love-with-hao @camrenrodrigoswift @nichobins @bfwonu @arikimtanapon @ammcg0119 @redspider267 @fwess @horangipowerr @soobzao @kuleo26 @k00kiemonster99 @poutypoutybin @jeonghanspinkhair @jadiekinzz @yo0nspoon @djj6112 @drama-1998-girl @kjdlashes @5xiang @yeritheloml @slut4seokjin @nc-teen @jungkookswife24069 @tannieflix @romromthedeer @urvashi435 @aurumness @noraehey @sunghoonth @y00nzin0 @ksy-horanghae @/enhacolor @haogyuslut @crushonwoo @rinshabitat @ivivz @cixrosie @princessofallthatsweird @friseealamode @candidupped @joshuahongnumbers @bxby-bloom @guavagyu @zhangyixingxing1 @foxdaisy @emotionalwreckkk @imonanotherlebel @vern0nsworld @cyjsfairy @jihoonliker @freakyfriedrice @yeosayang @myaerii @lenireads
lee chan tags: @yeombin @kyukyuhunnie @uhmkatt @blizzardfluffykpop @i-got7-penta-seo @hoshhoshh @soffrine @wonchansbrooklynn @learnthisfeeling @nonuwhore @nikkixpenguin @odetoyeonjun @baldi-2 @uncappeddesires
Who else recommends their tcs songs that you see them connecting to you?
so many planned/unfinished fandom projects not enough time
hey reality shifting side of tumblr! I was wondering if anyone had the idea of making their parents gods from different mythologys or whatever, if you did what happened?
this is honestly getting better and better and then HARR CAME IN AS THE PRINCE AND I ASCENDED
Correct me if I’m wrong
Lancelot can be Flora from Disney’s animated Sleeping Beauty.
Harr can be Fauna.
Sirius can be Merryweather.
This has been in my mind:
Sirius: Make it black!
Lancelot: What the - red! Sirius!
Sirius: (whistles)
Harr: (continues making food)
Do you have anxiety, depression, adhd, autism?
Anxiety
Depression
Adhd
Autism
Anxiety + Depression
Adhd + Autism
A different combination of two
A combination of three
All four
All four and then some
None
you're so fuckin' right
I came up with a new tag game!
Create a headcanon for the person you reblogged from! (Aka assume something about them lol)
No pressure tags!: @iloveacronix @greenamethyst-16 @hijabiwriter @crystaleclipse10 @mislamicpearl and anyone else who wants to join!
shiiittt
- Paris Hilton