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Hyunjin: make her pussy wet not her eyes
Minho: make his dick hard not his life
Chan: break her bed not her heart
Changbin: play with her boobs not her feelings
Jisung: get on his dick not his nerves
Felix: always salt your pasta while boiling it
āIām giving this to you. Keep it.ā Seo-Jun handed you the lilac music box with a bright smile.
āWhat? No, I canāt take that!ā you protested, surprised. It was only your second date, and he was already offering one of his most treasured possessions.
āY/N, I want you to have it. Please,ā he said softly, his tone earnest.
You hesitated, but then took the delicate box from his large hands, studying its intricate details. A warm, unfamiliar sensation washed over you, filling you with a comforting sense of something long missed.
āThank you,ā you murmured, your voice barely audible.
Seo-Junās deep, soft laugh echoed through the room. āYouāre welcome.ā
Suddenly, you stood up and made your way over to him. He had been so careful, so respectful, keeping his distanceāironic, considering how your first meeting ended tangled in your linen sheets.
He looked up at you, confusion in his golden eyes, as you cupped his face gently in your hands.
āI want to thank you properly,ā you whispered before pressing your lips to his.
The kiss felt like heaven, something you could lose yourself in forever. You felt his smile against your lips as you pulled away, teasing him.
āWhatās that smile for?ā
āItās the taste of your lips,ā he replied, mesmerized.
āMy lips?ā
āYeah, theyāre sweet and so soft. I havenāt been able to stop thinking about them since we last parted.ā
Heat began to rise within you, the desire intensifying.
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I fucking LOVE the way people act when they love a sport and watch a beginner succeed at it. It reminds me of the first time I went surfing, I'd been trying for an hour to get my balance and when I finally managed to stand up and ride a wave in literally every surfer on the beach was like
The first time I managed to get up and stay up on waterskis, my dad (who was driving the boat) was so excited that he forgot to watch where he was going and ran over a buoy.
ārelationships are workā means āyou have to put effort into loving each other intentionally & learning how to love each other and communicating properlyā not āyour relationship makes you feel stressed and sad most of the time & the other person disrespects you and treats you bad but you stay anywayā
ā” Genre: grease inspired 50s au, some angst and fluff, this was supposed to be a long full length fic but it somehow became just porn with plot lol
ā” Word Count:Ā 11.2k
ā” Summary: You were so excited to see him againā the guy you'd spent your entire summer with, entagled in a fleeting but explosively sweet romance. But the Chris you meet again isn't the one you remember, and now if he wants to win you back he's going to have to prove just how devoted to you he really is.
ā” Warnings: chan is referred to as chris, smoking (cigarettes), some misogyny + toxic masculinity + fuck boy behavior, some 50s references and lingo, 1 instance of reader shoving chan in a fit of anger / sadness, jealous and mildly possessive chan, minor appearances from felix, changbin, minho, and hyunjin (who goes by sam)
ā” Smut Warnings: 1 reference to reader losing their virginity to chan, references / flashbacks to other smut scenes before the main scene, light dom/sub dynamics, switch!chan, pet names (doll, sugar, baby), public sex, car sex, exhibitionism, oral (f rec, referenced m rec), fingering (f rec), nipple play, daddy kink, panty stealing (kind of), squirting, 1 mention of reader having pubic hair, maybe a lil breeding kink??, protected piv
ā” Notes: i've had this sitting in my drafts since december and finally got around to finishing it gfdhgfh this is incredibly self indulgent as grease is one of my fave movies ever and chan as danny zuko is constantly rattling around in my brain. the build up is pretty short (by my usual standards) as i moved the plot along a lot quicker than i normally would so idk if it's my best work but hopefully you enjoy it!
ā” Disclaimer: please read responsibly, and remember that this work is fiction and meant strictly for imaginative fun. the idols used in fics are more accurately faceclaims and personality outlines for imaginary characters, and should not be interpreted as factual representations of existing people.
You remember well the first time you met Chris. Lounging aimlessly at the beach with the sunset on the horizon, his feet in the sand with a silver dog tag necklace hanging low over his bare chest, a cigarette from his previously discarded jeans held between his lips. Fresh from the ocean with beads of water still dripping off his toned body, slicking back his damp hair before fumbling through a different pocket for his lighter.
You watched him bring it up to his face after successfully digging it out, cupping his other hand around it to protect the flame as he lit the cigarette in his mouth. You watched him take a long drag, watched him blow the smoke out from the corners of his mouth, watched him sigh before deciding to towel dry his legs enough to wrangle his jeans back on.Ā
The beach had been quickly growing sparse by the time you spotted him. Groups of friends clearing out to make it to the local diner before all the tables were filled, parents wanting to get their kids to bed before the moon fully rose in the sky, couples on double dates bunching up in one car as they decide to hit the drive-in together.
You yourself were in no rush to leaveā you came alone, tired of your parents bickering during what was supposed to be a fun family vacation. Youād stay as long as you could, youād decidedā really soak in the peace the sea brings before returning to your auntās beach house, where you were all staying for the summer.
But safe to say, the sight of him enraptured you. He was handsome, devastatingly soā you never expected to see a man with a visage to rival even that of James Dean himself with your own eyes, but there he was before you; and your heart stuttered when he glanced over in your direction.
He had just finished pulling his jeans up and over his haunches when he noticed you, cocking a brow when your eyes metā and you could tell in an instant that he knew youād been staring at him. His smile made your breath hitch, pretty dimples peeking out on his cheeks as he acknowledged you with a playful wave.
Hesitantly, you lifted your hand and waved back, and he grinned, eyes still locked on yours as he pulled up the zipper of his jeans. He turned back to his belongings on the ground, shook the sand out of his white tee before pulling it on. He grabbed his leather jacket, slung it over his shoulder before turning to look at you once more.
You swallowed, face running hot from his gaze aloneā you hoped, as he began walking towards you, that you could play it off as having not put on enough sunscreen before coming here. You were sitting on a towel, legs to your chest with your arms wrapped around them, but you lowered them as he approached you.
He tossed his cigarette to the the side once he was close, letting its flame fizzle out in the sand. He looked you up and down when you stood up, introducing himself with a charismatic smile that made your heart race faster. You stuttered when speaking, and his smile widened, one of his hands going to rest in the pocket of his jeans while the other kept his leather jacket in place over his shoulder.Ā
Chris was the most, to say the leastā and when he asked if heād see you again tomorrow, you promised him he would. You watched him walk over to a beat up, old top down cadillac, throwing his jacket into the car before jumping inā literally jumping in, hand on top of the closed car door as he hopped over it into the driver's seat.Ā
He gave you another glance after starting the ignition, and you smiled meekly as you offered him another wave. Chris grinned, raising his hand to say goodbye before putting it back on the wheel and burning rubber out of the parking lot.
You spent nearly every summer day with him after that. Days at the beach spent splashing each other in the water while you giggled, hopping in his cadillac to go catch whatever new flick was showing, or sharing a milkshake at his favorite diner. Heād hold your hand as you walked through the sand, giggled with you over silly inside jokes while eating burgers and fries, hugged you tight after you gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek at the end of the night.
Chris gave you dimes to pick tunes on the jukebox, and would sing along to your selections with the prettiest voice youād ever heard. He took you to the county fair, would shoot you goofy grins after kissing you with lips sticky from cotton candy, got on the ferris wheel with you and squeezed your hand when the height made you dizzy, kissing away your nerves when you reached the very top.
He won you a teddy bear from the soda toss, put his leather jacket over your shoulders when the sun set and the air began to chill, wrapped his arm around your shoulder while you were waiting in line to buy some popcorn. Heād lean down to whisper a joke in your ear, and youād slap his arm with a giggle while he squeezed you closer.
You watched him soup up the engine of his car, and heād take your hand after a long day of working on it, pull you in to dance with him while the radio blared the hippest tunes. When he was satisfied with the restoration of his cadillac, he started taking you out on long drives, wind whipping through your hair as he drove fast through the back streets of the city.
Heād drive you to secluded hills overlooking the city, where youād make out until he had to drive you home in time for curfew. Heād park his car far down the street, away from where your family could see him dropping you offā because Lord knows your mother's heart would give out if she saw you spending your vacation with a guy that looked like him.
And through it all, days spent back at the beach where you first met him were always your favorite. You would let Chris lay you down on a towel in the sand and kiss you over and over, until you were both heaving and hot. You lost your virginity to him like thatā alone on the beach, towels laid down and moon high in the sky after having snuck out of the window of your guest bedroom to meet him.
Heād whisper sweet words in your ear, make you fall apart with deft fingers and an equally deft tongue. Sometimes, instead of sneaking out to see him, heād be the one showing up at your guest room's window, grinning at you as you opened it to let him in. Heād fuck you there, in the bed with his hand clamped over your mouth to muffle your moans of pleasure, lest your family discover what it is youāre really up to while "alone" in your room.Ā
Chris would crawl over to you in the passenger seat at the drive-in, sink to his knees and dip his head underneath your long poodle skirt, the flick on screen long forgotten as he pulled your panties to the side to kiss and lick your dripping pussy. Sometimes heād fuck you there too, parked all the way in back with the windows and hood of the car up to hide what you were doing (as if the rocking didnāt give it away to anyone who happened to look.)
Sometimes, when he parked up the street to drop you off after sharing ice cream at the drive thru malt shop, youād lean over the gear shift, taking his cock out of his jeans and sucking him off right there, with not nearly enough care for who could possibly see you. Heād give you the sweetest kiss before helping you out of the car, promising heād see you tomorrow too, and the day after, and the day after that, until eventually your familyās summer vacation had to come to an end.
Chris was a dreamboat that day, as he always wasā hair greased back with a few curly strands left over his forehead, loose black tee tucked into his jeans, leather jacket on with its collar ever so slightly popped, his dog tag necklace sparkling when the sun hit it just right. He was leaning against the door of his newly souped up cadillac with a lit cigarette resting between his lips, though he promptly threw it to the ground when he saw you walking over.
āThereās my girl! And aināt she a doll,ā he grinned as he pulled you to his body, kissing you sweetly as you blushed. You werenāt wearing anything he hadnāt seen you in beforeā just one of your usual white blouses and pretty pink skirts, but he always made sure to tell you that he thought you were the absolute most.
He walked around to the other side of the car, opened the door for you and closed it shut behind you when you got in. He hopped into the driverās seat after, starting the ignition and turning to you with that beaming smile that made your stomach flip. āWhatās the plan today, sugar?ā he asked, throwing his arm around you while leaving one hand on the steering wheel.
In the end, you spent the day as you had many times beforeā driving through the city, hitting up the diner to split a strawberry milkshake, and watching the sunset at the beach; the same beach where you met him, and where the house you were staying in lied just a couple hundred yards away. You were sitting on the rocks, his leather jacket off and resting behind you, his arm curled around your waist.Ā
His jeans were filthy with sand, as was your skirt, but neither of you caredā you just stayed there together, watching the sun sink lower and the waves crash against the shore. Chris kissed you when you looked up at him with watery eyes, agonized over the idea of never seeing him again. Heād given you the best summer of your entire life, and all you wanted was to stayā but you couldnāt. And though he comforted you the best he could, you both knew it was the end.
Chris held your hand to help you off the rocks, gave you a kiss before you turned away to make the walk to your auntās beach house. And you both knew it was the endā but not just yet. He came to your window later that night, and you let him in, bringing your hands to his face and eagerly pressing your lips to his.
He walked you back to the bed as you kissed him, laid you back gently and crawled between your legs. He made you cum on his fingers before reaching into the pocket of his jeans, pulling out a condom and tearing it open with his teeth. He rolled it easily down his cock, his jeans having fallen down his legs just enough to let him fuck you.
You reached your hands underneath his shirt, hungrily tracing your hands over every inch of his skin. Your nightgown was bunched above your thighs, legs spread wide to accommodate him. He eventually pulled the top of it down too, exposing your chest to him and leaving your stomach as the only covered part of your body.
Sweat dripped from his brow, his normally perfectly slicked hair tousled from your fingers sliding through itā and you didn't care that the pomade in his hair dirtied your fingers; in fact, it made it feel nicer when you brought your hand to one of your breasts, and rolled your nipples between them. Your stomach flipped when he grinned and called you a dirty girl, running a hand through his hair to grease up his fingers too and tweak the other nipple not being played with by your own.
He kissed you to muffle your moans and desperate whines, and it was nowhere near as effective as when it was his hand clamped over your mouth, but it was better. He had to slow down when fucking you fast unintentionally made your bedframe slam against the wall, and you gasped, praying no one woke up from the sound.
Thankfully, no one came knocking on your doorā and though you were both desperate, clinging to one another hard and sliding your tongues around each otherās with fervor, he fucked you slow and deep after that.Ā "Chris, daddy, pleaseā 'm gonna cum,"Ā you moaned when he brought his slicked up fingers to your clit.Ā
Chris groaned before kissing you again, and you came with a muffled cry, your nails digging desperately into his biceps. He kept rolling his hips into you through it, your body trembling with sensitivity until he eventually came too, all his cum spilling into the condom.Ā
He stayed for a while after that, holding you close and wiping tears from your eyes with his thumbs. He snuck out in the middle of the night, promised you despite it all that it wasnāt the endā youād see each other again someday, he just knew it; he wanted you to believe it too.
You got a couple of hours of sleep before morning, and gave your family the best smile you could manage as you tossed your luggage in the trunk of your dad's chevy bel air. You slouched in the back seat, trying not to cry and wishing more than anything you were in Chrisā old cadillac instead.
The Chris you reunited with wasnāt yours, and if it was, then fate was cruel for bringing you back to him.
The Chris you knew wouldnāt have looked at you like thatā like youāre a desperate and fast girl, or an overly smitten near stranger hoping to get her kicks from him one last time while his friends snickered behind him. The Chris you knew wouldnāt join in on their snickering, tilting his head with an amused expression, tongue poking his cheek as he combs his fingers through his slicked back hair.
The Chris you reunited with wasn't yours, and the realization that you didn't really know him the way you thought you did utterly broke your heart.
You were back in the cityā your parents, after having settled whatever marital disputes they were having, decided to settle down here. They loved their time together in the city when all their little tiffs were said and done, and they could tell you loved it here too.
They thought itād benefit everyone to set up shop somewhere new, where everyone could reset. Plus, your mom wanted to be close to her sister againā and you certainly wouldnāt complain about spending more time at your auntās beach house.
You desperately wanted to see Chris again, and you knew itād only be a matter of time before you didā unlike you, he grew up in the city, lived here his entire life. And while itād been months since you parted at the end of summer considering your parents had to do a lot of work to shift the family business to a new location while also looking for a decent house up for sale, it would happen eventuallyā you were certain of it.
And soon enough you did see him, knew in an instant it was him even at a distanceā because youād recognize his restored cadillac anywhere. He was leaning against the car door like usual, cigarette in his mouth and leather jacket on his back, with a circle of friends around him. You never met his friendsā he told you they were pigs, said that you wouldnāt like them much.
Besides, you were only going to be in town a few short monthsā why waste your precious few days hanging around with other people when you could be alone? Thatās what he always told youā and as you tentatively began to walk up the street closer to them, you could tell they certainly did talk more vulgarly than you were used to hearing.
āCāmon man, you gotta let me borrow her,ā one of his friends begged in reference to his car, āsheās a real pussy wagon. My chickāll cream if I pick her up in it.ā āGet your own wheels, bozo,ā Chris shoved him with a laugh, āI aināt lettinā you take my girl on any joyrides.ā
āWhat if you come too? Make it a double date, you knowā and nobodyās got bigger tits than Annette. I got dibs, but sheāll be real nice eye candy for you,ā his friend persuaded and Chris hummed, as if seriously considering it. Would he really go?
āMm, maybe,ā he grinned, tossing his cigarette to the ground and digging it into the gravel with his foot, āYou do got a point. Tell her to bring a pretty friend, and Iāll think about it.ā You blinked, stopped walking and simply stared at him. Had he moved on already? Itād only been a few months, but maybe you fell for him harder than he fell for you; the thought of it made your heart sink to your stomach.
His friend cheered and hugged him tight, and Chris pushed him away with another laugh, running a hand through his hair to fix it up as he characteristically did whenever it got even the slightest bit out of shape. In that same moment is when he glanced over in your direction, catching sight of you by pure coincidence.
His eyes widened when he saw you, mouth gaping open for a split second before he called your name in a mix of utter shock and joy. That was more like the Chris you knewā and it gave you hope. You ran up to him, and he to you, bringing his hands to your shoulders and touching you up and down your armsā truly, he couldnāt believe you were here, and he had to touch you to be certain it was real.Ā
āWhatā what are you doing here? I-I thought you went back home with your folks, I thoughtāā he was smiling, entirely giddy as he looked you up and down. āWe moved! Iām here to stay,ā you told him excitedly, bouncing on your heels as you stared up at him.
It made you so, so happy; to the point that the contents of his prior conversation entirely lifted from your mind. It pains you thinking back to how naive and lovesick for him you wereā you wish you'd have known better.Ā
āI canāt believe it! Iāā he started to exclaim, but then realized his friends followed him, crowding around his back while shooting him inquisitive looks, and he quickly took his hands off you.
He cleared his throat, tucked his hands in his pockets in a gesture meant to bring him back to his aloof state of being, and he grinnedā not that pretty grin that made your heart flutter, but a wicked one. āI meanā thatās cool, baby.ā
You didnāt like it, your brows furrowing at the change in his demeanor. āChristopherāā you started, but one of his friends spoke up before you could talk much more. āWhoās the chick?ā he asked as he looked you up and down, and Chris hesitated. āOh, uhāā
āOh, I know!ā the friend suddenly exclaimed, hit by an epiphany, āthe one from the beach you wouldnāt let us meetā the one who puts out. This her? It is, isnāt it?ā
Your face burned red, unpleasant heat crawling over your body as the rest of his friends snickered. He told them you put out? Why would he do that? Your expression crumbled, body trembling with embarrassment and grief, but Chris kept his own cool.
āDonāt worry, doll, I didnāt tell them all the horny details,ā he smirked, and his friends' snickers erupted into full on laughs as they slapped his back in amusement. Your body burned hot with indignation, eyes welling with tears as your frustration and anguish boiled over. You shoved him as hard as you could, though it hardly even caused him to take a step back.
āI wish Iād never laid eyes on you, youā you creep!ā you cried before turning away, ready to run back home to throw the teddy bear he won you in the trash and sob into your pillows. āThatās not all she laid on him,ā one of his friends commented under his breath, the rest laughing and hooting as you sprinted away from them, back down the street.
Chris just watched, body tense and face sullen, heart twisting in his chest. He watched you turn the corner, wiping tears from your eyes before you disappeared entirely out of view, his friends still laughing and giving him pats on the back.
But when he turned to them, he put the smirk back on, and they all hopped into his car to hit the drive-in as if he didn't care about what just happened with you, as if the guilt wasn't going to eat away at him every night.
The next time Chris sees you is weeks later, at a new mom-and-pop shop freshly opened on the edge of the city. Heās there with his friends, all of them jumping out his cadillac before heās even fully parked, rushing inside to grab a good table.
And when he walks in, itās not his friends that he sees first but youā sitting at a booth with another guy across from you. There's an empty plate with tiny remnants of ketchup still left behind that he just knows you used for your french fries, and a milkshake between you with two straws stuck in it.
Part of him is relieved you arenāt sharing a single straw with the man like you wouldāve done with him, but his gut still twists from the sight regardless. And when you giggle at something indiscernible the guy says, Chris feels liquid hot envy boil in his blood, jaw tightening and fists clenching as he cracks his neck.Ā
āChris, over here!ā his best pal, Felix, calls from across the shop, and thatās when you see him too. You canāt help but look when you hear his name called, eyes widening when they land on him. He tenses, eyes lingering on you for a few seconds longer before he inevitably joins his friends at the table they scouted out in the middle of the room.
He can't focus on anything his friends are sayingā the only thing he vaguely hears through the fog in his brain is Changbin begging the others for spare nickels so he can afford the dog-sled delight. It all becomes tuned out noise, because all he can think about is how much he missed you, and how much it pisses him off that you're here with someone else.
It's Chris' own fault, he knows that, and that makes the feeling even worseā like bile in his throat that he can't swallow down. It doesnāt take Minho, the most perceptive of his friend group, to notice that heās staring at you and to comment on it.
āWhat, you still hung up on that chick?ā he questions, and Chris scoffs as he snaps out of his fog, leaning back in his chair and acting as aloof as he can bring himself to. āWhat? No, of course not,ā he says, but his eyes still linger on you, fingers twitching with irritation when he hears you laugh again, and watches you playfully slap the manās arm like you would do to his.
Eventually, you hold out your palm to your date, and he watches the guy dig through his pockets to give you something. Chris knows immediately what's happeningā youāre waiting to be given a dime or two, and youāll saunter off to the jukebox to pick a new tune once theyāre in hand.
He watches you rise from the booth, waits until youāve made the walk over to rise from his table, muttering to his friends that he needs to hit the can real quick. He takes a few steps in the direction of the bathroom, and then immediately turns, going straight to you instead.
He props an arm on the jukebox after he approaches, leans against it and looks down at you as you cycle through the record choices. āHey baby,ā he tries, but you ignore him, donāt even spare him a glance as you continue to give the jukebox your full attention.
āListenā Iām sorry,ā he tries again, and you just hum in acknowledgement, still not turning your gaze to look at him. He swallows, glances back at his friends who are perfectly oblivious to what heās doing, and then back to you. āI justā you know how it is, right? The guys, they expect me to act a certain way, andāā
āThatās why Iām so glad I met Sam,ā you interrupt, turning around to look at your date and offer him a sweet wave. Chris hates it, but at least youāre talking to him nowā heāll take what he can get. He still ends up scowling however when your date waves back, and you turn back to the jukebox, still without glancing up at Chris himself.
āWhat, you like that square?ā he scoffs as he looks your date up and down. Heās smartly dressed; pristine khaki slacks and a brown sweater vest pulled over his white button up, his hair in a neatly styled, respectable crew cutā but thatās not your type.
At least, he hopes it's not; because that would make Chris the outlier, and thatās not what he wants to be. Heāll also be damned if he ends up losing you to a goody two shoes like that.
āHeās sweet to me. And I donāt have to question what his intentions are, unlike with you,ā you reply, and the emphasis put on 'you' makes his heart sink. While he certainly deserves to hear it, it doesnāt make him any less upsetā not with you, but with himself. He really let his pride and reputation get in the way, and he knows he fucked up. But he wants you, and surely you know that, right?
You finally settle on a tune; Those Magic Changesā the one he knows is your absolute favorite. The one he even used to serenade you with once whilst dancing, you giggling away with a cute blush on your cheeks whilst he twirled you around. He sang it more exaggeratedly towards the end, purposely putting on a goofy voice to make you laugh harder as he dipped you down.
He kissed you before lifting you back up, and then again when you were completely upright, your hand on his shoulder and his arm around your waist, your other free hands intertwined. The way you looked at him when he pulled back from the kiss made his heart pound, but he played it coolā shot you that grin that always made your legs feel like jelly, kissing your cheeks when it made your blush deepen.
Chris liked feeling the heat of your blush against his lips, liked having your hands on him even when it was in the purest of ways, liked the way you giggled and smiled at him when he playfully winked at you. The memory strikes him hard when you press the play button to start the song, and he takes a step back from the jukebox, fists clenched at his side.
You look at him thenā really look at him. Instantly he feels small, your gaze that once held so much love for him now meeting him with the utmost scrutiny. He fucked up, he knows he didā but what does he do now? He canāt even trust himself to say something without fucking it up even worse.Ā
And the pain of it all hits you tooā he can see it in your eyes just before you steel your expression, and do your best to act unaffected. "See you around, Christopher," you mutter as you turn away from him and the jukebox.
You walk back to the booth where Sam awaits your return with a smile, while Chris just stands there, your favorite song blaring painfully loud in his ears as he stares at your back. "..begs you please, come back to me, please return to me, don't go away again," the lyrics mock him harshly.
He doesn't know what to do, but he knows he has to do something, anything, to show you heās sincerely sorry. He needs to show you he still wants you, needs you to give him another chanceā more than heās ever needed anything.
The next time Chris sees you is once again by coincidence, while heās sitting alone in the parking lot of the sock hop his little sister just begged him to take her to. He was trying to decide what to do with his timeā if he left, heād have to come back in a couple hours to pick her up, but surely it was better than sitting around outside, bored out of his mind while he waited for her.
He could go in, but sock hops arenāt really his thingā the only time he ever danced was with you, and he didnāt plan on changing that. All heād do inside is stand on the edge of the room and watch his sister dance, and he didnāt much feel like doing that either. Besides, his little sister was a good girl, and she didnāt need, nor want, his constant supervision.
And heās just about to turn the key in his ignition and burn rubber when he sees you, arm linked with stupid fucking Sam as he opens the door for you with his free hand. And fuck, he doesn't even care that he's about to crash your dateā he just needs to talk you. He jumps out of his car in a rush, pulling open the door to the building and heading straight to the line leading to the dance floor.
Chrisā jaw tenses when he sees youā Sam is leaning down to whisper something in your ear while you wait in the line, and you cover your mouth as you giggle. He hates how similar it is to the days he spent with you at the fair, waiting in line for rides and popcorn. The envy bubbling in his gut makes him feel sick, and he has to take a breath to calm himself down before he approaches you.
He steps to where you are in the line when he feels mellowed out enough, you and your date turning around curiously when they hear his voice call your name. Your eyes widen when you see it's him, but youāre quick to correct your expression before your date notices anything off about you. āCan I talk to you?ā Chris asks, not at all acknowledging Samās presence beside you.
Even when you divert your gaze to glance at your dateās reaction, Chrisā eyes stay firmly on you, awaiting your answer. āPlease?ā he follows up, and it makes you swallow. Itās the first time heās ever taken a pleading, desperate tone with you, and he can tell rejecting him isnāt going to come easily to youā it gives him hope that you'll finally hear him out, maybe even take him back.
āIāā you hesitate a moment, and just as Chrisā new, shiny hope begins to dim, you unlink your arm from your date. āIāll be right back, just stay in the line,ā you tell Sam before shooting Chris a look and walking past him. He follows you back outside, and you cross your arms as you stand against the cold brick of the exterior.
āWhat do you want?ā you cut straight to the point. Thereās a million things he wants to say, but his built up jealousy causes him to ask the stupid, burning question first and foremost. āSince when do you go to sock hops?ā he questions, and it almost makes you laughā heās unbelievable, breaking your heart like that and then pulling stunts like this.Ā
āSince nice boys ask me to go with them. Why, you jealous?ā you accuse him and he scoffs, trying once again to play off what he feels. āMe? Jealous? Donāt make me laugh,ā he says, unable to help the instinctive reaction to being called out. And he instantly regrets it, but itās too late to take it back.
āOh, so you wonāt mind if I go back inside then?ā you ask as you step away from the wall, starting to walk past Chris and back to the doors. He grabs your arm to stop you, and you look up at him expectantly. āDonāt, Iāā he grits his teeth, hesitates for a moment, but ultimately decides to be honest, āI am, okay? So donāt.ā
He lets your arm go, and his admission thankfully proves enough to make you stay. You settle back against the brick wall, but you donāt look at him afterā instead you look down at the ground, staring at your sleek, black and white saddle shoes instead of meeting his gaze.
Itās silent for a moment, with Chris wracking his brain as he tries to figure out the right thing to say to you. āWhat you did was terrible, you know,ā you end up breaking the silence first, your voice soft.
āI know, Iā I meant it when I said I was sorry,ā Chris says while moving a step closer to you, and still you hesitate to look at him. āI didnāt believe you. Still donāt,ā you reply, and honestly, he canāt blame youā he shouldāve been more sincere when he approached you.
But he was being a fucking idiot, still trying to play it cool even though it was just the two of you standing there by the jukebox. And who gave a fuck if his friends happened to look over and saw him talking to you? Why should he care? Is it really so wrong for him to be whipped for you?
Even the first time he saw you again, he should've done all the things he really wanted to do. He should've kissed you and hugged you tight, should've told you how happy he was to know youāre here to stay, shouldāve flipped his friends the bird and told them to fuck off if they questioned him. But he didnātā he cracked under the expectations, and you suffered for it.
Thereās a lot he wants to say, but he doesnāt know how to say itā heās never been vulnerable about his feelings before you, but he wants to try. Even if he screws up over and over again, heāll keep tryingā because you deserve it. And he should apologize again, sincerely, but thereās another question burning in his blood that he has to ask.
āDo you really like that guy? Youāre not, likeā going steady, are you?ā Chris questions and you shrug, finally looking up from the ground to meet his eyes. āThat depends,ā you tell him, peeling your back away from the wall to stand directly in front of him, holding your hands behind your back.
āOn what?ā he follows up, and you smileā a small one, but itās enough for him. āOn you,ā you answer, and the hope flares back up, drowning out the envy and shame in veins and replacing it with pure, unfiltered glee.
āYeah?ā he grins as he tilts his head, and your smile grows the tiniest bit more as you nod.Ā You may still have your doubts about his sincerity, but the fact that youāre willing to give him a chance is all he needsā heāll use the time you give him to prove it to you, to make sure youāre left with no doubts that youāre the one that he wants, to promise that he'll never break your heart again.
āCome with me then, back insideā youāre gonna be my date,ā he says as he holds out his hand to you. Sock hops may not have been his style before, but they can be for you. āWhat about Sam?ā you question, but still take his hand regardless.
āHe can stag it the rest of the night for all I care. Youāre mine, sugar,ā Chris replies, and it sends butterflies sweeping through your stomach as you giggle in delight. āAnd your friends?ā you ask next, knowing itās very well possible heāll crack under the expectations of his rep with them again if they see you together.
āFuck āem,ā he replies easily; and youāre both sure itāll be easier said than done for him to not give a shit what they think, but heāll do his best. He doesnāt want to do anything to make you regret giving him another chance. āLetās dance, baby,ā he grins at you, pulling you along with him as he steps back inside the building with you in tow.
Thereās a thought in Chrisā head that he never before thought heād ever haveā the sock hop was perfect. And well, maybe itās not the sock hop itself necessarily that he enjoyed, but youā yes, it was most certainly you. The time spent with you was everything heād been missing, everything he couldāve ever hoped for following your departure from the city and his subsequent abysmal fuck up.Ā
He knew he didnāt deserve any of itā and he was certain you were going to share a more serious talk about it all later, but he couldnāt deny the satisfaction he felt walking back into the building and seeing Sam utterly bewildered that his date was now clinging to his own arm instead.
And he wonāt shirk his responsibility to do better by youā heāll own up to his mistakes, heāll change, be someone deserving of you. It may take a lot of time and effort to unlearn all the dumb shit heās taken in over the years, but he swears heāll tryā tonight is just the start of a lifetime of proving to you that heāll do anything to keep you.
All night, youāve been positively radiantā and truly, Chris has never felt luckier in all his life. He delighted in the way you smiled at him while dancing, enjoyed the way you squealed in excitement and bounced on your heels when the live band decided to play a cover of your favorite tune, couldnāt help the way a goofy grin spread over his face when you pecked him on the cheek following a slow dance.
Youāre the only one in the world whoās ever seen it, you knowā the only one who gets to see his dimples, or to hear him giggle. The only one heās ever sung to and danced with, the only one heās ever wanted to stay up all night talking on the phone with, the only one heās ever taken out for more than a quick and simple joyride in his car.
He could feel the inquisitive, disbelieving stares tooā Chris has lived here his entire life, and everyone knows the kind of guy he is. And maybe heās simply luckyā he knows heās nothing but a delinquent, knows his reputation precedes him, knows he doesnāt deserve the affection of a good girl like you.Ā
Regardless of it all, you love himā enough to give him another chance even when he hasnāt yet done enough to earn it. And effortlessly, you unlock the soft part of himā the part of him that desires and yearns and wants. He burns for you, the only girl in the world his heart has ever raced for, the only who knew who he was beyond the rough surface he projected to the rest of the world.
Now youāre outside tentatively standing next to Chrisā car, waiting for him to come back from confirming with his sister that sheāll hitch a ride home from her friends instead of him. It embarrasses him how she grills him with questions about youā and he answers in the vaguest of terms, having to promise that heāll fill her in on it all in more detail later, but to please just let him go be alone with his girl.
Heās certain that no one else would believe it if he told them, but his intentions to be alone with you are entirely pure. Now that heās close to having you as his again, he wants to do right by youā take it slow, kiss you soft and tender, touch you light and chaste, respectfully, sweetly. He wants to take you on dates again, wants to save up all his quarters to buy you something special, wants to devote his every moment to showing you how sincerely he loves you.
He wants you to meet his friends properly (after he gives them a stern warning to be gentlemen in front of you), wants you to meet his parents, and he wants to meet yours in turn. He wants to stop playing it cool and aloof and confident when he feels somethingā doesnāt want to keep pretending that the way you look at him doesnāt drive him wild, not just with lust but with adoration.
And certainly, you know that Chris is softer than he outwardly appearsā youāre not blind to the way his cheeks and ears burn when you kiss him sweet and call him that name that makes his heart skip a beat. And unlike you, Chris knew what he was doingā so it was natural for him to always be the one leading your little song and dance, even when on the inside he felt like he was going to positively combust from the way your eyes sparkled at him.
Thereās something youāve been wanting to tryā something that you couldnāt before, because your summer together passed by in a blink, and there was so much you didnāt know when your relationship first began. And Chris has taught you a lot in your time togetherā maybe more than he even realizes.
He may not know it, but heās made you into a real insatiable minx. And now that you know heās willing to beg and plead and grovel for you to take him back, oh how it makes your heart race with the possibilities. How far can you take it? How far is he willing to go for you, to prove that heās devoted to you entirely? Would he really do anything to keep you?
Chris told you, just a few moments ago as the sock hop was coming to an end, that heāll do anything and everything to make sure you donāt regret giving him another chance with him. He looked you straight in the eyes, vulnerable and entirely sincere, squeezed your hands in his as countless promises left his lips.Ā
Could he be manipulating you? Is he nothing but a dirty liar? Itās certainly possibleā but youād like to believe the Chris you knew last summer is the truest version of himself. Youād like to believe that the Chris you saw tonight isnāt an act to keep stringing you along. So you want to try somethingā something bold, something the you of last summer wouldāve never thought to do.
You donāt think your shyness will ever entirely evaporate given that Chris is such an utter dreamboat, but he does well enough at playing it cool, so who's to say you canāt do it too? You can be playful and enticing, can play it coy and innocent while you flutter your lashes at him, can smile and pout at him in a way that makes desire spread through his veins like explosive, hot fireworks.
When Chris walks back out of the building you have to make a conscious effort to ignore the butterflies in your stomachā youāve decided youāre a woman on a mission tonight, after all. The parking lot is sparse now, and the last stragglers from the sock hop all shuffle to their cars, his sister and her group of friends being among them.
Though you only met her briefly, you offer her a pleasant wave goodbye, and she smiles at you as she returns itā though you donāt miss the way she shoots her older brother a look after. A look that says ādonāt fuck this up for yourself.ā It almost makes you giggleā you like having his sister on your side; you get the impression sheāll chew him out if he doesnāt shape up the way heās promised to.Ā
Chris doesnāt turn to you until after his sister and her friends have peeled out of the parking lotā youāre not sure if itās because he wanted to make sure she was going to be safe, or if itās because he felt like sheād gotten enough of an eyeful of him being affection with you, and heād be embarrassed if she saw anymore. You like either answer.
āHi baby,ā he says, soft and sweet as he smiles, and it makes your heart once again skip a beat. Even after hours of dancing, he still looks utterly perfectā not a single piece of his greased up hair out of place. You hope youāre faring the sameā you didnāt really get a chance to look at yourself in the mirror at the end of the night to know for certain, but you want Chris to think you look divine.
āAm I taking you straight home?ā he asks; itās dark out now, but you still have a fair amount of time before youāre expected back home. And while heād love to spend more time with you, he isnāt going to assumeā this is a trial period, after all; he still has to earn that, heās sure.
Calling you his earlier was more hope on his end than confidenceā he wants you to be his, but he knows he has to earn your trust back first. And heās going to be a gentlemanā any boundary you have, heāll adhere to, no matter what. He refuses to fuck up with you again.
āNo,ā you answer short and simple, smiling up at him as you do. But before he can ask you what you want to do until curfew, youāre speaking again. āMy shoe's untied,ā you pout, leaning back against his car while gently lifting your foot from the ground to show him, ācan you fix it for me, please?ā
āYou want me to tie it for you, baby?ā he laughs a little as he tilts his head to the side, thinking youāre just oh so cute when you keep up the pout as you nod. He gets down on one knee easily, and you put your foot right on his knee, watching as he ties your laces back together. When heās finished, you donāt put your foot back on the groundā you press it right to the middle of his chest.
āBaby?ā Chris looks up at you curiouslyā and thereās a twinkle in your eye heās never seen before. He almost thinks youāre going to kick him back on his behind, but you donātā you take your skirt into your hands, and start to pull it up. Slowly, it rises above your calf, your knee, your thigh, until he can see your pretty white panties, with its precious little pink bow in the center.
āS-Sugar, whatā what are youāā he stammers, struggling to form words in a way he never has before. Youāve never exposed yourself to him like thisā just out in the open, with no barrier between you and the rest of the world. You arenāt in your bedroom, you arenāt inside the car with the windows and hood upā youāre out, in the middle of the fucking parking lot where anyone could see.Ā
Fuck, even the times at the beach, when he made love to you in the sand, were much, much more secluded than thisā because those excursions were isolated, close to your auntās beach house and happening in the dead of night. And this is very much notā itās barely even 9 oāclock, and youāre at a public venue; anyone could come by, and for any reason.
āI need your help with something else too, daddy,ā you say as you pout some more, clearly acting coy, and he swallows as he stares up at you. āCan you do it, daddy? Can you help me?ā You take as much of your skirt's fabric into one hand as you can, keeping it lifted above your thigh while you move your other hand between your legs, pulling your panties to the side to show him your pussy.
The action sends all of Chrisā blood careening to his cockā he canāt believe youāre really doing this right now. āRightā right here? N-Now?ā he gulps, taking a quick glance around the parking lot. Youāre alone now, but stillā he never thought youād do something so bold. Even just fooling around in the back seat of the cadillac with as much privacy as he could give you made you impossibly shy.
āYes, here, now,ā you tell him, keeping your panties hooked to the side with two fingers, while using the other two to spread your folds apart for him the best you can. Youāre trying to entice him, and fuck, is it working. He never thought heād see you this way, and itās making him feel so utterly electricā heās a fucking live wire, and heāll pour his current straight into you.
Anything you want from him, itās yoursā he doesnāt need any convincing, heās already impossibly ensnared by the rope that is your desire for him. And fuck, he said he wouldn't do this, said he'd be a gentleman, take things slow and build back up to intimacy with youā but if you're practically begging him for it, how can he resist?
Chris takes your foot into his hand, carefully lifts it from his chest and throws your leg over his shoulder before he crawls closer to you. The concrete of the parking lot ground is brutal against his knees, but he doesnāt give a shitā you need him, and thatās all that matters.
He replaces your hand, keeps your panties shoved aside with his own. Now that your hand is free you use it to hold onto the car door and give yourself some extra support as he starts placing kisses to your clit. His lips always feel so perfectā especially when he licks them first, gets them nice and wet for you; the sensation draws out a pleasant sigh, but you both know it isnāt really enough.
Chris likes to tease you, make you wait until youāre squirming and trembling from all his repeated kisses, gets you so worked up you could beg and cry before he finally gives you his tongue. But tonight is about getting what you want, when you want itā so as much as you enjoy his soft little kisses, youāre not going to let him work you up.
Heāll be the one fraying at the edges, the one desperate and pleading, the one who feels like his brain is filled with cotton, looking up at you from down on his knees with glassy eyes full of need. You let go of the car door, bring your hand to his head and thread your fingers through his hair. You pull back just enough to have his head tilting away from your pussy, making his eyes land straight up at you.
āBabyāā he gasps, and again you meet his gaze with that sinfully deceitful pout. āYou said youād do anything for me, daddy,ā you say as you shoot him your best doe eyed look, āDid you mean it? Will you do anything for me?ā Fuck, youāve got him throbbingā you can see his erection straining against his jeans, and it nearly makes you grin in delight.
Still, you donāt crackā Chris always does well at only showing you the version of himself he wants you to see, and you will too. You wonāt give him your meek looks or timid declarations of desire for more of his touchā heāll only see a new you; a confident you who knows exactly what she wants. Youāve learned from the best, after all.
āWell?ā you demand when he doesnāt immediately answer, and you watch him swallow, swearing you can see the shiver that spreads down his spine and throughout the rest of his body. āY-Yeah baby, I meant it. Iād do anything for you,ā he tells you, hoping you canāt see how red his face and ears are getting in the low light.
āProve itā prove you want me, prove youāre good for something,ā you say, and again he shivers, breath catching in his throat. āEat it, make me cum.ā Fuck, Chris is reelingā he still canāt even believe itās really you talking to him this way. His brain feels like a faulty circuit board, all his synapses sparking dangerously as they fire off, ready to ignite his blood and engulf him in an uncontrollable flame of desire.
When you let go of his hair, he wastes no time diving right into your pussy, eating you out like a man starved. He brings his free hand to your ass, squeezes and holds you in place while he shakes his head to get more of you on his tongue, his nose bumping your clit and making your legs quiver.
You bite your lip, doing your best to suppress the loud moan he brings out of you by sucking on your clit. His plush lips wrapped around it, the flicks of his tongue, how expertly he sucksā itās already so overwhelming, in the best way possible. Chris does his best to sink lower, tries to lick at your hole and get his tongue inside, but itās hard like thisā heās not sure if he can.
āB-Baby, doll, let me lay you down, in the car, let meāā he pulls away from your dripping center to look up at you, and fuck, he looks ruined in the prettiest way imaginable. His eyes are hazy and pleading, glistening with your arousal from the tip of his nose all the way down to his chin, sweat dripping down his brow. āNeed to spread you out, Iā please? Gotta taste more of you.āĀ
Shit, you canāt deny you want itā especially not when heās begging like this. You nod, and he smiles at you in appreciation, a smile that makes your knees even weaker than they already are. You take your leg off his shoulder, and he quickly rises to his feet, giving you a messy kiss before he ushers you away from the car door to open it for you.
You crawl into the back seat, and he follows, slamming the door shut behind him. He waits until you get comfortable, not acting until you're lying propped against the opposite door of the car. Chris hooks your panties in his fingers, pulls them down your legs and tosses them aside into the footwell; it'll be a sweet treat for him when he finds them again later.
He'll keep them, he thinksā stuff āem in his pocket and take them back to his room, where they'll lie safe and protected under his pillow. It's a dirty thought, one that'd otherwise fill his gut with shame, but right now all he feels is needā need for you to cum on his tongue, need to give you everything you want and more.
He settles on his stomach between your legs, and itās certainly not easy, but he manages well enough. One of your legs ends up over his shoulder again while the other stays spread out with the help of his hand holding you under the knee. And finally, his tongue dips into your hole, and itās pure blissā maybe even more so for him than you. Heās hungry, utterly ravenous; all he can think, breath, and taste is you, you, you.
āChrisā your fingers, need your fingers,ā you whine more shamelessly than you would've otherwise liked, but you know he enjoys it. He separates from you long enough to run his fingers between your folds, making sure theyāre nice and slick for you before he presses them to your hole.Ā
He slides one finger in first, bringing his mouth back to your clit while you adjust to the feeling. Your legs are already trembling by the time he adds another finger, and when he starts curling his fingers to hit your most sensitive spot while flicking his tongue against your clit you can hardly even breatheā itās just so, so good.
Your stomach is clenching, thighs and legs shaking hard, your release building up with an intensity youāve never felt before. āOh, fuck, Chrisāā you cry when he presses the tips of his fingers into your spot harder. Youāre certain that if it wasnāt for the fact that youāre still wearing your shoes, your toes would be curling from the pleasure.
Your pussy sounds so sloppy and messy, and Chris himself isnāt making it any betterā heās drooling so much, his saliva drenching you just as much as your own dripping arousal. Youāre breathing hard, and even your hands are shaking as they continue to hold up your skirt to watch him devour you.
āOh my god, ām gonna cum, Iām gonnaā fuck, gonna cum for you daddy, please donāt stop,ā youāre crying loudā and you know you should at least try to be quieter considering how out in the open you are, but youāre too far gone to care. With your head thrown back, you whimper and moan, high pitched and loud, eyes rolling back as your orgasm takes you.
It feels like itās endless, the waves of pleasure ceaselessly jolting your body as your vision blurs white; and you feel wet; so, so wet. Itās only when you finally come down from the high and lift your head back up from where it thunked against the car door to look at Chris that you realize why you feel so drenched.
Itās not just your thighs that are dampenedā itās your skirt, Chrisā face and shirt, the leather of his seats; all of it is soaked with your cum. Your face starts to burn hot, and you swallow as Chris stares at you, almost bewildered. āBabyā did you just..?ā You squirted for him, because of himā he doesnāt even fucking care how much of a nightmare itās going to be to clean his car, all he can think about is how fucking sexy it is.
You simply nod, because itās all you can think to doā you really werenāt expecting this to happen. āOh my god, baby, you have to do it again, please, you have to,ā he practically whines, and his enthusiasm over it makes you giggle. You honestly feel more than a little shy about it, but Chrisās apparent elation makes it worth the tinge of embarrassment.
You reach out for him, take the necklace dangling from his neck into your hands and pull, urging him to come closer to you. He crawls up your body, and you kiss him, sliping your tongue into his mouth and tasting yourself all over him. āFuck, youāre so dirty baby,ā he groans when you pull away, āwhat are we going to do, huh?ā
It makes you giggle again, a soft thing full of mischievous delight. He basks in it, giggles with you before he kisses you again. āNeed your cock now,ā you tell him when he pulls away, and shit, heād nearly forgotten how fucking hard he is whilst wrapped up in pleasuring you. He can feel it straining against his jeans, desperate for stimulation of its own.
āYeah? Want my cock baby?ā he asks, grinning at you the way he always had before; you tug on his silver chain again in response. āDonāt forget, youāre giving me everything I want. Everything, okay?ā you say once his face is mere inches from yours again, making him look you closely in the eyes. Chris swallows as he nods, the smile you offer him once again making his brain feel fuzzy and floaty.
He looks you over once more, really takes it all in before he scrambles over the front seat, reaching for the glove box where he still has some spares from your time together over the summer. Condom in hand, he settles back over you, and you help him with his jeans while he tears the package open. He spreads it quickly down his length, and you take your legs in hand, holding them under your knees to keep yourself open for him.Ā
The sight of you like that is dizzyingā legs open, skirt bunched up all the way to your stomach, pussy wet and glistening, with the hair there matting from how wet you are; youāre perfect. So fucking perfect. He moans as he pushes into you, so slick that you take him with ease. You take his face in one of your hands and pull him down to kiss you, a desperate one that makes pleasure lick over every inch of his skin.
Chris rolls his hips into you slowly to start, while you let go of the leg you're still holding to wrap your limbs around him, keeping him pressed close. He grabs onto the car door, uses it to keep himself steady when he starts to pick up the pace of his hips, harsh breaths and low moans leaving him freely. Neither of you are trying to be quiet, the street lights are burning bright, the hood of his car and the windows are down, anyone could hear you or see youā and the excitement of it all makes the pleasure he feels all the more intense.
āBaby, your titsā let me see āem, please, can I see āem?ā he asks between labored breathsā he needs to see them, has missed them more than is probably allowed. You quickly do as he asks, fumbling with the top few buttons of your blouse to expose yourself to him. You tug down your bra so he can see your breasts bare, and again he groans, bringing his free hand to one of them to brush his thumb over your hardened nipple.
āOh, youāre so prettyā so, so pretty baby,ā he says, groaning when the words make you clench harder around him. It doesnāt take long for the car to start rocking with the motion of his thrusts, his rhythm quickly growing sloppier. Heās been so worked up, and believe it or not, he hasnāt actually fucked anyone since youā he feels so high strung and on edge, and he doesnāt know how much longer he can hold out.
He just hopes he can make you cum again before he does, or at least make you cum with himā he needs you to be happy with him. You can feel his cock twitching and throbbing, you can tell that heās already impossibly closeā so, like the little minx you are, you talk dirty to him, wanting to see him utterly unravel at the seams. āYou gonna fill me up, daddy? Make this pussy all yours?ā
Chris gasps and shudders, goosebumps erupting all over his impossibly hot skin. He knows he canāt actuallyā all heās going to really fill up with his cum is the condom, but fuck, the thought of it is making his head swim. āY-Yeah, gonna fill you up baby, daddyās gonna make you so full,ā he breathes, and God, that really does it for you.
You bring your fingers to your clit, rubbing in quick, practiced circles. Even through the condom he can feel you gushing and soaking his cock, and it sends him over the edgeā as do the sounds of your incredibly pretty whimpers and moans of pleasure. His hips still when he cums, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth as his eyes roll back, head thrown back in utmost bliss.
It takes Chris a few moments to recollect himself and catch his breath, and he slowly slips out of you when does. He tucks his softening length back in his jeans before he helps you fix your bra, and smoothes your skirt out over your legs while you button your blouse back up. āYou feeling okay, baby?ā he asks, wiping messy strands of hair out of your face.
Youāre both covered in a sheen of sweat, faces flushed and hot, hair utterly a messā itās obvious, even with your clothes fixed up, what youāve been doing. āMhm, are you?ā you ask, and he smiles, giving you a quick peck on the lips. āIām peachy keen, jelly bean,ā he replies and you giggle, kissing him once more.
He looks at himself in his rearview mirror when he pulls away, does his best to fix his messy hair while you lift yourself up from your propped position and stretch out your aching limbs. He then takes another glance around the parking lot, and notes that youāre still the only ones hereā thank God. He was too enraptured by you to check earlier, and heās grateful that no one else has showed up.
āShould probably get you home now, yeah?ā Chris asks, looking at the clock on his dashboard and noticing itās now getting dangerously close to your 10 oāclock curfew. He helps you get into the passenger seat when you nod, and you smile at him when he settles in beside you. He turns the key in the ignition, one hand resting on your thigh while the other stays on the wheel, and he drives you home.
Chris parks up the street, like he did all those times at your auntās beach house. He watches you walk over to your house, and he smiles when you turn around to blow him a kiss. At 11 he leaves his car, walks up the street to your home, and approaches the only window with a light still onā the window to your new bedroom. And you smile as you open it for him, letting him crawl his way inside.
He sees the teddy bear he won you at the fair sitting right in the middle of your bed, nestled against your pillows, and he smiles, delighted that you still kept it even after he broke your heart. āI love you, baby,ā he tells you in a whisper after a sweet kiss, ānever gonna hurt you again, I promise.ā
āYou better keep that promise, mister. Or I might just have to make you jealous again,ā you warn and tease him with a cheeky little smile. He strips out of his jeans and tee shirt as you turn off your lamp, lies down beside you after you settle into your bed, runs his hand up and down your back as you press yourself against him. Head on his chest, with your arm and leg tossed over him, he kisses your head and smiles once moreā because as he promised, this is just the start of a lifetime.
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whats your favorite scary movie? - after a mysterious call in the middle of the night threatens to ruin horror movie night with your friends, you cant help shake the feeling that someone's watching your every move. at this point you dont know what's worse: a creepy stalker managing to sneak his way into the house, or how awkward and fidgety chan's been all evening!
and so the lion fell in love with the lamb - after moving to romania against your parents' wishes to live a peaceful life with your dying grandfather, your dreams are plagued with visions of pale, almost shimmering skin, droplets of crimson red blood with the taste of the sweetest wine, and sharp fangs that make you sweat in your sleep. your grandfather can only urge you to pray, despite the growing dread in the pit of his stomach at the sight of the bruises that linger on your skin. not to mention the puncture wounds right by the side of your neck!
includes: vampire!leeknow x inexperienced fem!reader, stalking, religious themes, marking, +more!
āCHANGBINā
not all monsters do monstrous things - changbin's been acting different lately, and you're hesitant to talk to him about it. after the accident that left him bloodied and bruised, the last thing you want to do is bring up how he's become so distant lately, passing up on opportunities to hang out, refusing your physical affection, ditching you for the new group of friends that seemed to appear out of thin air. but when he stands you up on your birthday dinner on Halloween, you know he's crossed the line!
includes: werewolf!changbin x fem!reader, childhood best friends trope, depictions of gore and violence, size kink, manhandling, strength kink, + more!
āHYUNJINā
its amazing, the love inside, you take it with you - finally, a space of your own! a safe space for you to practice your spells without accidentally setting your mom's heirlooms on fire. a safe space for you to brew your potions without your mom complaining about the smell and how you're doing it wrong (you've figured). a safe space for you to chat with your cat companion, milo, without your mother rolling her eyes. a safe space... with an awkward, clumsy, GOSSIP of a soul with unfinished business!
you could be happy here, i could take care of you. i wouldn't let anybody hurt you. we could grow up together! - han thinks hes seeing things. he usually enjoys camping by himself, but when a bright light and a high pitched noise makes his head throb and his nose bleed, he genuinely thinks he could die. now he REALLY thinks hes seeing things because.. is that someone falling from the sky? after deciding to sleep on it, he meets you. and uh, oh yea. he's definitely seeing things!
includes: loser nerd!han x alien fem!reader, subby hanji, han jisung is a SIMP LOSER, bondage, use of some kind of aphrodisiac, choking, +more!
āFELIXā
absence makes the heart grow fonderā¦or forgetful - never being one to believe in fairytales, you were the only one in your village brave enough to explore the thick woods across the train tracks just south of your home. finally, a place where you can think in silence, with no one to disrupt your writing. when the creatures of the forest begin to make themselves known to you, you ignore all the signs telling you to run. especially when the so-called evil trickster fairy is the most beautiful boy you've seen in your life!
includes: faery!felix x fem!reader, kinda inexperienced felix, lowkey corruption kink (litrally if u squint), felix has wings (that r sensitive), overstim, +more!
āSEUNGMINā
this is true love- do you think this happens everyday? - seungmin is too young for this, he thinks. the youngest prince to take the crown in centuries, and the war between his kingdom and the kingdom of the forest is intensifying. his people are going missing, and he has no idea what to do. it does not help that the king of the forest scares him shitless. he turns to you for help, the last witch of your line- you can thank his family for that!
includes: prince!seungmin x witch fem!reader, kinda enemies to lovers (the trope belongs to him i fear), hatefucking, biting, bondage, +more!
āJEONGINā
we all go a little mad sometimes. haven't you? - you really should have filled up your gas tank. your car breaks down in the middle of nowhere, and the storm outside only further dampens your spirits. its dark and empty for miles, besides the little light that flickers on the side of the road. you brave the journey on foot, shivering, and soaking wet. your heart drops when you see the shelter, old and run down. thank god the young gentleman inside is kind enough to offer you a bed for the night!
includes: serial killer!jeongin x fem!reader, primal play, fear play, choking, knife play, jeongin is really rouch, +more!
āINTERLUDESā
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summary:Your boyfriend, Hyunjin, knows how reactive you are to touches, especially on your clit. As he is drawing a certain frame of your pussy from a homemade sex tape you both made, he canāt help but admire the still image, but a thought crosses his mind. He canāt help but realise his fingers are a tiny bit clumsy sometimes on your clit, never touching just your clit, & this is when he gets his bright idea to use something⦠more precise to see if it will make a difference.
->SMUT WARNINGS: Soft dom Hyunjin, overstimulation, squirting, multiple orgasms, use of a paintbrush, fingering, spit, cum tasting, oral but its brief, praise, Hyune is just a cutie, mention of safe word but not used, begging, dacryphilia, PIV, creampie, aftercare is extremely brief but more happens off screen, this is literally 99% smut:3
Hyunjin is currently sitting in the living room, sitting in front of his canvas, using his favourite water colour paints that he is holding in his left hand as he dips his paint brush in the small glass of water, the colour a dark, musky bluey, grey colour.
He has his inspiration photo on his phone screen, balanced up on the small ledge of the wooden frame the thing he is painting on, the photo being a photo of your pussy.
In his eyes, it's not even a sexual thing, he just thinks it's so beautiful & he can't help but admire it, so why wouldn't he want to paint it for the millionth time?
He lightly swatches a violet colour & starts to paint your hood & clitoris with a careful hand, not even focusing to look at the photo anymore since he has it memorised better than how to spell his own name.
His white bristled paintbrush coated in the very faint colour glides over the canvas, he pauses for a second as he gets an idea that he thinks is worth a million dollars.
He looks down at the photo on his phone, your vagina still plastered on the screen & he uses the kitchen paper to dry the brush, the remnants of the paint leaving the brush & he doesn't pack anything away, leaving the living room with his mini station in a mess as he giddily walks to your shared bedroom.
He sees you just sitting on the bed with your back against the pillows & headboard as you're just reading a magazine you bought that day & Hyunjin plops himself on top of you, forcing you to put your magazine to the side of you & Hyunjin settles between your legs, your chests connecting over all of your clothes & he starts pecking your lips & cheeks.
"What's made you so clingy all of a sudden?" you ask, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach as his lips coated with a layer of lip balm sticking to each area he kisses & he pauses to look at you, pouting.
"I'm always clingy! You can't blame me, wanna be stuck to you" he replies, his voice soft as he now switches to shuffling down just enough so he can shove his face in your tits, covered by your shirt & just lays there as he reaches down to caress your thigh.
"I thought of something I wanna try, I think it will be good, can you lemme try?" he asks, his voice still soft as he buries his chin in your chest, looking up at you at a slightly uncomfortable angle.
"Who am I to stop you, you can try anything you wanna do, what is it you're wanting to try anyways?" you respond, stroking his long fluffy hair & twirling your index finger through his soft locks & Hyunjin can't help but chuckle as he stands up again.
"I'll be right back, its a surprise but I need you to want it too since I'll be doing it to you, take your.. my sweatpants off & wait here" he cheers as he runs back to his DIY art station & grabbing a long, thin & soft bristled paint brush that he actually hasn't had the chance to use yet, before returning to you & to his happiness, you've done what he said & you're now just left on the bed wearing your plain cotton panties & your shirt.
"Hyune, why are you getting me half naked with one random paint brush in your hand & no paint?" you joke as you sit up & cross your legs & he giggles at you as he sits down on the bed as he doesn't really respond right away & instead lies you down.
"I was painting you earlier & I was painting your pretty clit & I came up with the idea to try.. paint yourself with your juices? that sounds cringe but trust me! You're so sensitive it will feel soooo good, it might even be better than my fingers since I can be more direct." he whines, a tinge of embarrassment in his voice from actually saying this all out loud & when you look at his face & realise he's being serious, you can't help but start laughing.
"The look on your face when you're nervous is adorable, Sure, we can try, how do we do it?" you ask & he gives you his cheeky, cunning smirk. "Just take your underwear off & I'ma play with your little clit n try make you cum & then I can put it on my painting later, makes it even more personal, the idea just turns me on." he responds, his cheeks blushing as he helps you pull your underwear off anyway.
You nod your head & reach behind you & reposition the pillow & you sit it comfortably beneath your head & you're quick to open your legs for him, completely bare now except for the shirt you've kept on.
Hyunjin lays on his stomach between your legs, his legs swinging ack & forth as he litters a few kisses on each thigh, warming you up before he moves his hand that is holding the paint brush & he puts it in his mouth, transferring his spit onto the small hairs to make it feel that tiny bit softer for you before he brings it to your folds, before painfully slowly parting them.
You twitch beneath the brush, the sensation being so so different to anything you've ever felt, but different is good in your eyes & this proved your quote as true.
He drags the brush up & down your folds, gathering your juices & painting them across your entire pussy, the full area sticky with arousal. "How does it feel baby?" he questions, his eyes looking up at you as he doesn't stop his action, wanting to see your face on how you're reacting.
"Feels weird, but I really like it, don't stop" you murmur, basking in the feeling, relaxing as you melt into the bed. "Wasn't planning on it, gonna put it on your clit now, mkay? tell me how you feel" he purrs as the brush drags from your hole all the way up to your clit before he slowly starts swirling the thin, soft & now wet brush around your clit in small circles & you buck your hips & at the same time your breath gets caught in your throat.
"Shit, feels so- dunno, good" you rasp, your fingers gripping onto the pillow that tiny bit extra as you get used to the sensation & Hyunjin chuckles from where he is.
He twists the brush in his fingers & the bristles fully engulf your clit & your legs threaten to close around him, but he is quick to shut that down by stopping his hand to speak. "Don't shut your legs, just wanna be good to you so let me" he softly murmurs before resuming his motion, pulling back your pussy so now your clit is completely exposed & he can visibly see it pulsating.
He switches from twisting the brush in his fingertips to then circling your clit with the brush before dragging it down your folds for a few seconds just to not let you think he's forgetting about that area entirely before repeating the process & the noises from your throat are getting a lot more frequent & getting louder every second.
Little 'fuck's', 'shit's' & repeating his name over & over is all you're really saying, the sensation being mind numbing & you mentally slap yourself for never thinking of this idea on your own.
Hyunjin can see your cunt pulsating & clenching around nothing & Hyunjin bites his lip in anticipation. "You gonna cum, hmm? Can see you gushing n clenching" he teases, before continuing "Just let go, wanna hear n see you enjoy yourself, so pretty f'me."
"Yea, g'na cum, don't stop, please Jinnie" you whimper, back arching off the bed as you force your legs to stay open upon Hyunjins earlier request, your eyes scrunched closed & he just smiles at your words & starts kissing your inner thighs, not changing or disrupting his rhythm at all & your orgasm shoots up your spine as your legs shake around him & your toes curl.
"Good girl, look so pretty when you cum" he murmurs, his tone soft as he moves his face to now kiss over your raw clit, moving the brush back down to your folds & hole, the brush tracing your leaking hole which makes you try hump against it, not wanting to be teased even though you're only just coming down from your orgasm.
"W-was good" you whimper, your hand reaching down to cup his cheek as you rest your weight on the other am you're using to sit up with but your arm gives out & you flop back down when he spits down onto your pussy before sucking it back up, slurping your clit in his puffy lips as he looks up at you & you can feel him smirking against you.
He lets go of your clit with a small 'pop' noise & he groans. "Taste so good, you can handle one more, I'm having too much fun" He states, lust in his voice as he moves his frame so he's sitting at the side of you as he drags the brush back up to your clit & resumes his previous action but at a slower pace, not wanting to overstimulate you too much.. not at the moment anyways.
"S-sensitive Hyune, want a break" you whimper as he shuffles upwards so he is pretty much face level with you & you can smell the faint scent of his expensive cologne that you love so much & he just smiles at you.
"You can take it, you know the safe word if it's too much, remind me what it is please angel" he states, so confident in what he is saying he has a slightly sassy tone to it.
"F-fluff- Ahh, right there!" you whine & you buck your hips into the brush & Hyunjin leans down to kiss you, ignoring the uncomfortable angle of his hand but ignores it, instead, letting himself sink into the feeling & taste of your tongue, groaning into your lips.
He leans back just enough so your lips disconnect & he squishes your cheeks together to the point your lips part & he takes this chance to spit into your mouth, a small tinge of your own taste that he didn't already transfer into your mouth during the kiss being evident & you immediately swallow it & he blushes even more.
"So gorgeous, y'know that? So perfect for me, Love you so much" he conveys as he sits back on the back of his legs & pulls your leg over his lap, giving him better access & then reaches down to use his other hand to start teasing your dripping hole & you wince.
"Put em inside, want them Jinnie" you squeak & he wants to try tease you, but he has pretty much no self control left & he listens to your request instantly, as if he is being controlled by his very own siren.
He slips not just one but two fingers into you & his long, slender fingers find your aroused G-spot the second they slip inside, his knuckles being the only part that is visible as he starts scissoring them in & out of you at a semi quick pace, slowly picking up the speed as he also picks up the pace with the paint brush & your legs can't help but spasm.
"Hyunjin, w-wanna cum, lemme cum" you whine, your hips jerking almost as quick as his fingers are moving, dying for absolutely everything he can give you. "Cum then y/n, I wouldn't ever stop you, gimme it" he replies, his voice smug.
You can feel it bubbling up in your tummy, but you know it's not like the orgasm you had just a couple of minutes prior. "G- gonna squirt Jin, d-don't" you whimper, not wanting to squirt because your brain is already mush & it's always a hundred times stronger but that doesn't deter him at all, if anything, it pushes him to keep doing it a million times more.
"I know it's stronger, want you to be spent, it's so hot gimme it, please please, cmon angel please" he pleads with you & the second you hear how desperate he is for it, you can't not give him what he wants especially when he's being so good for you.
Your orgasm squirts out of you as you squeal, spraying onto the bed, Hyunjins knuckles & the entire paint brush, he is forced to pull his fingers out of you with how much you're constricting around him & he takes the time to suckle on his fingers, groaning at your taste as his eyes roll at the second it hits his taste buds.
"That's it, that's a big one isn't it" he smirks, his voice teasing as he encourages you, in awe at the sight of you as he slowly changes the angle of his body so he's back to sitting beside you again, watching you come down from your even more intense orgasm.
You are left on the bed panting, your eyes watering & a tear or two stained into your cheeks, the overstimulation burning so good & Hyunjin throws the paint brush to the side & leans down to kiss you, his hand softly playing with your tit over your shirt & your body can't decide if it wants more of his touches or if it wants to lean away from it.
"Do you think you can handle my cock jagi? Don't stress if not" he says softly, wiping the tears from your face.
"Wanna make you c-cum, can handle it" you respond & you feel as if your skin is on fire with his touch on your face, it's so simple but you can feel the love radiating from it.
"Just say your safe word if it's too much, don't want you completely worn out, I know I've taken a lot from you, love you endlessly" he murmurs & you want to cry even more tears but not from overstimulation but from how cared for you feel.
Hyunjin helps shuffle you from the now wet spot on the bed on the bed so you're now laying on your stomach on the other half of the bed & you take it upon yourself to raise your ass for him but he pushes on your lower back until you fall & you're laying flat on the bed & you can hear him stripping his own clothes from his body & he straddles the top of your thighs & you can hear the 'shlick' noises coming from him giving himself a few jerks & you can swear you feel beads of precum drip onto your ass before he aligns himself up with your hole, before pressing the tip into your hole, begging for attention.
Hyunjin fucks his tip in & out of you for a few moments, his eyes unable to get enough with the way your seeping opening is hugging his cock so tightly before he decides he can't wait any longer & fully pushes in & you both let out a groan at the same time.
"So tight all the time, definitely not gonna last long but I'll try hold out" he pants, forcing himself to try stay still so he doesn't fuck into you too fast, but you on the other hand, have grown far too impatient to wait to adjust, your wetness is far more than enough in your humble opinion & you start trying to fuck yourself on him, but you don't get very far & you grow frustrated.
"Hyune, please!" you whimper but he can't even bring himself to laugh at your attempt, far too horny to hold himself back & he starts fucking into you & you pretty much instantly start clenching around him as you let out loud squeaks & raspy moans, Hyunjin mirroring your sounds as you both feel his cock pushing against your cervix, the painful pleasure making you drool into the duvet you're laying on.
"So-so good Hyune, to-so deep" you squeal as he rolls his hips in a slightly but extremely evident angle, making you see stars & you can't help but start wriggling beneath him, feeling another orgasm already brewing inside you.
"S-stop clenching around me so much, g-gonna cum" he whimpers, his voice shaky as his eyes are glued to the way your cunt is stretching open for him & he lets a glob of spit land on your tightest hole just to watch you squirm, trying to take his mind off how close he is to cumming.
"Gunna pull out n cum on your p-pussy n will paint it over y-your folds, so fucking tight" he continues on as he leans forward so his back is connecting with your chest, but his pace doesn't falter.
He pushes the side of your head so you're no longer pressed face down & now facing him & you both meet half way & you both share a messy kiss, your tongues mostly around each others mouths & not in each others mouths, almost tasting each others sounds as those along with the squelching noises fill the entire room & no doubt the rest of the house.
"G-y/nn I'm gonna cum, can't stop" he almost fully squeals as he pulls out & turns you over with one arm, the other arm jerking himself off & the second you're lying on your back, he shoots multiple ropes of warm cum on your lower tummy, not in the right mind to be even slightly apologetic at the fact that your shirt is now gonna be stained with cum.
You can't help but whimper & moan along with Hyunjin as he orgasms, his gorgeous face is just too much for you to handle & too gorgeous to be mad at, even if he is currently messing on your clothes.
Hyunjin is left panting above you & you both try catch your breath. Hyunjin grabs the glass of water you have on your bedside unit & helps feed you it & you finish the remainder of the water before he puts the cup away.
You use the rest of your strength to try sit up to take you both to the shower but he decides against it & stops you & puts you back in the position you were just in as he reaches to grab the still wet paint brush.
"I didn't make you cum again & I said I'd.. what was it? I'd 'paint you with cum' & I don't lie, just one more." he purrs, his voice still shaky from lack of breath as he daps some of the cum off your shirt with the brush before dragging it across your clit, making you cry out, you have only just clocked onto how long of a night this is going to be.
A while back my pharmacist saw my deadname on my profile and accidentially called it out, he corrected and deleted my deadname from the system so only my preferred name shows up now. There was a crowd of people behind me, so as he hands over the pills he apologized, in equal tone and volume as when he called my deadname and lied saying it's been a long day and he didn't mean to call out -his own- name. I quietly told him it was fine and he didn't need to do that for my sake.
His response: "No, it's my name now."
I went to the pharmacist yesterday, his nametag is my deadname. He informed me he's immigrating and in the process he's changed his first name to my deadname to have an English sounding name. That's why he's now able to get a reprint of his nametag to be my deadname. And repeated, with the intense seriousness of someone who is going to die on this hill: "It's mine now. Not yours. I'm taking." His tone indicated that decision is final.
Bro literally deadnamed me once, and has committed to flat out stealing my deadname. It's his now. Legally. Officially. I over heard his co-workers call him by the name.
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okay so beauty and the beast-esque to where i got turned into an object but ended up in an antique store and you bought me (weird? probably. interesting? yes.)
I got turned into a doll by an evil person but faked already not being able to move so when you buy me/given as a gift I ask for your help to turn me back. yes, we DO have to fight the evil dollmaker in the creepy doll store
WHAT DO YOU MEAN IM ORANGE GREAT I canāt go out in public like this we have to fix this
at least you just look like you have a bad spraytan? oh no wait that didnāt help-
soulmate au: when your soulmate gets magically affected by something, so do you. what the FUCK did you do to get turned into an old person?? this is super inconvienent
listen, all I did was have a funky hair colour for a week, not fair who are you pissing off bc now Iām also G R E E N
mythical (?): This cursed amulet is supposed to be awful but itās mostly just inconvenient?? like okay yeah I have awful luck, nothing new. Corpses rising everywhere? I work at a morgue, I just make sure theyāre locked up extra tight and stay away from the graveyards. All my food turns to worms? Jokes on you Iām a bird species
my ex was super into the wholeĀ āmodern witch hexes and cursesā and whatnot but it turns out??? theyāre in a coven?? so itās real magic?? and now all my shoes are always filled with dog poop wtf
You cursed me to look different but jokes on you I look hotter this way
Here are some fun little prompts to switch up the wholeĀ āalways serious magicā sorta thing! Have fun and happy writing!! :)
~Mod Karissa