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我 ⸼ ࣪ ✿ ◌ ۪ warnings. soft dom! wonyoung x sub! fem reader, voyeurism (kinda.) / fucking in public, fingering .(꒪ཀ꒪)

honestly, you should've known you'd end up like this. should've known when she insisted on wearing matching lingerie, because (according to her own words.) "it'd be fun" and "you'd look so cute." so the little pink number with the tiny bows it was. because wony gets what she wants.

you should've known when she deliberately, strategically some might say, placed her hand on your thigh during the uber car drive. the three fingers on which she had acrylics on, lightly tracing circles and patterns over the soft flesh, leaving faint marks. but you'd let her, no talk back, no being a brat. because wony gets what she wants.

so when you're all spread out on some ranchy club table, her fingers (the two that just as strategically had no long nails) prodding in and out of your leaky hole with wet plop!'s ── you really only have yourself to blame. afterall, wony gets what she wants.

whenever you moan just a bit to loudly she tsks, slapping the inside of your thigh gently with her free hand as you twitch beneath her. though she doesn't seem to scared of bursting the bubble of the innocent people partying just a room away. quite the opposite, whenever she marked your skin with a light slap, there was a small smile tugging on her lips. suggesting that, maybe, just maybe (yet most definetly) she was getting off on this as well.

and when you cum all over her fingers, body jerking in a hazy aftershock ── she licks her digits clean, intentionally hallowing her cheeks and practically deepthroatening to get herself clean, as she knows you're watching.

pls pls pls pls pls i need to pass my permit

pls pls pls pls pls i need to pass the behind the wheel

rafe knew exactly how you and him became friends and he still couldn’t believe it. your so shy, inexperienced and he thinks your just pathetically cute in a way. but rafe, rafe was just him. he had been plotting on you for weeks before you two became friends. the minute he saw you at that party in that little pink and white bow bikini he knew he needed you. but god, if someone had told past rafe you out of all people trusted him enough to be your best friend he wouldn’t believe it.

you always labelled each-other as best friends but rafe was anything but platonic to you. he always had to have a hand on your body, hip, lower back or even breast at times. and sometimes he will say things that you are certain are just friends things but everyone else knows there not. when your at parties in your small outfits his eyes linger where a friends shouldn’t. but rafe just had a way with manipulating you and just convincing you it was all just normal. he would say things like “s’okay, we’re friends, right?”

it was another saturday night which meant another big party from topper. you were glued to rafe’s hip the whole time, of course. but you where awfully quiet sat next to him while he counted up the dollar bills. usually, you talked his ear off but not tonight.

his blue eyes scanned over your face and followed down to whatever your eyes where looking at it. he hoped it wasn’t him, he hoped you hadn’t copped on and realised what he’s being doing is wrong. but it wasn’t that.

“hey, whats goin’ on in that pretty head, huh?” he coaxed.

“i dunno, rafe. i’m jus’ not feeling the best tonight. i’m tired and-and these boys keep coming up to me and asking if i need a drink when your busy.” you whined, leaning your head against his broad shoulder.

you watched as rafe’s expression darkened at the mention of men approaching you, you knew he didn’t like that, rafe just wanted you to himself. “don’t worry about it, baby.” he murmured into your hair, his voice low and soothing. “i’ll handle it.”

“your so nice to me, rafey.” you slurred, tired and uncoordinated from drinks.

“here, i’ll give you a little something to make you feel better.” he whispered. you watched as he dipped a finger into the white substance infront and tilted your head back, smearing it on your gums.

“i don’t like the taste.” you said.

“i know it’s gross, but you know i’d never give you something bad, right?” he cooed, knowing exactly what buttons to press. “you know i’ll take good care of you, baby.”

you nod along.

he smiled, he loved knowing he had you right where he wanted. he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “that’s my good girl, you know i only want what’s best for you.”

you nod again, the powder dissolving with your salvia and working through your system. “mhm, that’s why your my best friend ever..”

he let out a soft laugh, pulling you tighter against him. his fingers found the hem of your bikini top that he’d originally picked out for you to wear, tugging it slightly so it sat lower on your chest.

the coke had hit you hard now. rafe had only given you this once and this time it was worse. you couldn’t see straight anymore, everyone and everything was going blurry.

“rafey, what you doing..”

“i’m adjusting your top, baby.. it was riding up.” he said smoothly, his voice innocent while his thumb brushed against the swell of your breast beneath the fabric.

you didn’t say anything, your pupils where now fully dilated, your movements where sluggish. perfect. this is what rafe needed, nobody would suspect a thing if they saw you with him especially when he’s holding you so protectively.

“let’s go somewhere more quieter, yeah?” he said, whispering in your ear.

ofcc, thank you soo much!! :)

buzzcut part 2⁺‧₊˚

summary: rafe got a buzzcut and you REALLY like it 🌝

warnings: smut

a/n: i’m sorry if this is bad guys, but this is probably my 2nd smut story ever. i tried my best 🙈

-> dividers credits: @bhavihelps & @anitalenia

part 1!! :)

when you heard knocks on your door, you nearly sprinted downstairs. you never thought you could get this excited over a new haircut. but well.. there you go.

you opened the door quickly and saw your gorgeous boyfriend outside, smirking down at you. he looked even better in real life.. you were stunned again, just as you were on the facetime.

"do you like it this much?" he chuckled at your reaction and stepped inside. you stared up at him and smiled back "you look insane." he moved closer to you and wrapped his arms around your waist. he bent down to you and pressed his lips against yours in a brief kiss.

shivers ran down your spine. you just smiled a little before you pulled him back by his neck and kissed him again. his hands slid down on your ass, squeezing it softly as your lips remained locked in a heated kissing. his tongue brushed against yours softly.

you could feel your panties got absolutely soaked which made you kiss him more passionately. he smirked against your lips and picked you up, his hands now held your thighs. "home alone you said, huh?" he mumbled playfully.

you nodded, a playful smile spreading on your lips too. he pecked your lips once before he planted many kisses on your neck while he carried you upstairs into your room.

when you two slipped inside, he kicked the door shut and walked towards your bed. he laid you down carefully, crawling on top of you. he kept his lips pressed against your neck, biting softly at your skin. you sighed quietly in pleasure. you needed him so bad.

he ground his hips against yours. your hands found his cheeks and you started kissing him again. he grinned against your lips before he took his shirt off, revealing his muscular toned chest. you immediately ran your hands over it and smiled when he let out a soft groan.

"i need you so bad rafe." you looked right into his blue eyes, letting him know you couldn’t wait any longer.. he smirked at your neediness before he took off your shirt, also with your bra.

he stared at your bare chest before he leaned down and ran the tip of his tongue over your nipples. you moaned quietly, arching your back a bit. he simply looked up at you before he cupped your bare breasts softly.

he kissed your lips a few times and untied his shorts during it. he threw them away and palmed himself through his boxers. you watched him and bit your lower lip lightly. he looked so hot.

you were so desperate for him, it was pathetic. but you didn’t care at all, you just needed him inside of you. "rafe, please." you held his shoulders. he grinned. "please what?"

normally you’d tease him more but you wanted him bad so there was no time for that. "fuck me." you took off your shorts too. he looked down and saw the wet spot on your underwear. he smirked a bit before he slid his boxers off.

he was so hard, the tip leaking with precum. he stroked himself a bit, his eyes closing for a while before he turned his attention back to you. he quickly took your panties off, throwing them somewhere in your room.

he aligned himself with your entrance and pushed in after a few seconds with a moan escaping his mouth. you threw your head back, pushing it harder against the pillow and closed your eyes because of the insane pleasure you felt already.

he started thrusting into you slowly before he reached for your chin softly and turned your face so you’d stare at him. "look at me." he leaned down and kissed you once before he fastened up the pace.

you both moaned and whimpered. you were already so close.. he groaned quietly before he started moving back and forth in a brutal pace. "oh fuck.. rafe." you moaned out, your hands gripping his broad shoulders tightly. he smirked down at you before he cupped your breast and rubbed your nipple with his thumb.

when he got closer to the edge, he leaned his head even lower, his lips running over your neck. you ran your fingers through his freshly buzzed hair.. it was such a weird feeling, normally you’d tug on his hair. now you couldn’t.

it didn’t take long until you both came hard. he was breathing heavily, his face buried in your neck while you caressed his sweaty back softly. you were pretty sure he knew how much you appreciated his new look now.