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too much 𐙚 eunseok

warnings. smut, best friend!eunseok, big cock!eunseok, verbal teasing, unprotected sex, riding.

wc. 1.2k

summary. your best friend makes a joke about his cock being too big for you and decide to prove him wrong.

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“what?”

“yeah, it’s just too big for most, definitely too big for someone like you”

you’d been friends with eunseok for years, but nothing he had ever said before stuck with you that way that comment was and the worst part about it? eunseok knew. he knew what he was doing when he made the stupid comment, he knew it would become an itch on your body that could only be scratched by trying it out and proving him wrong.

“the majority of girls i’ve been with haven’t been able to take the size of my cock, most pussies can’t handle it, you definitely wouldn’t be able to”

it took a little over two weeks before you gave in to the itch. a little over two weeks before you were stood in front of eunseok in your living room, almost angry at him as he sat manspread on your sofa. eunseok’s demeanour was much calmer than yours, he seemed entertained by you, that pissed you off more.

“you’re such a bitch” he laughed as you insulted him, head cocking to the side in question of your argument.

“i’m sorry?” you groaned and rubbed your eyes, moving to stand directly in front of him as you let out your frustrations.

“all i’ve thought about these past two weeks is that stupid fucking comment you made about your stupid fucking being too big for me to take like what the fuck eunseok” he sat up a little straighter, narrowing his eyes at you.

“did it make you uncomfortable?”

“no all it done was make me want to prove you wrong” he raised his eye brow, not bothering to hide the smile that was growing on his lips. you took no notice of how entertained he was, pushing away the thought that you were giving him exactly what he wanted as you continued to speak “of course i can take all of you i’m not weak eunseok, why do you underestimate me so much?” he sat back against the sofa, he looked inviting, he wanted to look inviting.

“why don’t you prove me wrong then, huh? unless you know you can’t” that pushed you over the edge, his taunted you and he knew what he was doing. you groaned as you pushed his shoulders back and straddled his lap, his fingers curled around your waist. you took a deep breath before you looked at him, he pressed you down against his cock, he hadn’t worn anything under his sweats and you had to hold back a gasp as you felt him against you.

he noticed the way your eyes widened, how you gulped when he slowly dragged you across his lap, he couldn’t wait to taunt you about it. “why don’t you take it out and see for yourself?” you were quiet as you pulled down his sweats, inching them down enough so you could wrap your hand around his cock and release it from them.

your gaze was focused on his cock as you held it in your hand, you sighed shakily as you felt him harden more in your grip. sure, he didn’t lie about being big, but you were still sure you could take him. maybe not as easily as you had first anticipated but you happily accepted the challenge. wanting nothing more than to prove him wrong.

“what? too big?” he laughed at his own question, taunting you as you stared at him. you gulped and looked at his face, shaking your head before pushing yourself up on your knees.

“i can take you, i could take you in my sleep it wouldn’t even wake me” he laughed again, patting your thighs with his hands.

“whatever you say, love” you pumped him slowly in your hand “don’t you want me to prep you, just incase it’s too big?” you shook your head.

“i’m certain i can take you without keep eunseok, i don’t need any help” he nodded and smiled, he thought it was cute how determined you were, how eager you were to prove to him that you could take him.

you pushed your shorts to the side, underwear being pushed alongside of them as you lined yourself up with eunseok’s cock. you were soaked, wet enough for soemthing to slip inside of you easily, and he would’ve, if he wasn’t so thick.

eunseok steadied you, hands gripping your waist as you wrapped your cunt around the head of his cock. you whimpered as he stretched you out, eyes locking with his as you took him a little deeper. his lips were parted, you felt insanely good around his cock, so wet and warm, even better than he had imagined you would.

“can’t take it all?” his voice was a little weaker yet he still held that cocky tone, pushing you as you had only taken half of his cock by this point.

“i can” you whimpered, voice shaky as you sank down on the rest of his. your eyes widened as he filled you up, your thighs shook as you tried to relax on him. eunseok was almost in a daze as he looked at you, his grip tightening on your waist as you basically sat there warming his cock. he felt as if he was going insane as your walls fluttered around him.

“you seem overwhelmed baby”

“i’m not” you were. your hands dug into his shoulders as you lifted yourself and dropped yourself back down, a whimper filled the room the moment you did. he knew you were struggling to take it but he wasn’t going to let you know that, instead he let you take your time and once you’d gotten ahold of yourself he let go of you, hands folding behind his head as he leaned back into the sofa.

“you proved me wrong pretty girl” he groaned, eyes barely opened as you bounced yourself on his cock, taking all over him repeatedly as he filled your senses, turning you almost cock drunk from how well he filled you up “i never should have doubted you, your pussy is perfect for me” you moaned at his words, eyes shutting as you moved yourself quicker on his cock, nails digging deeper into his skin as you blocked out the rest of the world.

“i think i’m gonna cum”

“go ahead baby” he let you fuck yourself on his cock, he watched you as you brought your fingers to your clit and rubbed yourself, seemingly careless of anything else, shamelessly as you drive yourself to your orgasm. your whines echoed throughout your living room, eunseok let you use him until you were collapsing against him, crying out into his chest. his hands went to your ass, he moved you gently on his cock as he let your tightening cunt milk him of his own orgasm. you shook in his grip, whimpering a little louder as you sat still on his cock.

he wrapped his fingers in your hair, gently lifting your head from his chest so he could look at you. his other hand cupped your cheek, thumb brushing over your heated skin before he laughed.

“good girl”

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Don’t flirt -c.yeonjun

Pairings: Step brother! Yeonjun x fem reader

Warnings: Infidelity, smut, slut-shaming (sorry if this isn’t for you), fingering, teasing, moaning, cursing, dirty talk, party, unprotective sex, overstimulating, multiple orgasms, dom! Yeonjun, sub! Reader, rough sex, slapping, and choking. A whole lot of nasties. Step brother Yeonjun horny after seeing his step sister flirting with his friend.

Word counts: 6.8k

Summary: When your mother remarried to another man, he introduce you to his son. You didn’t like his son because he thinks your mom is a gold digger going after his dad. Until the two of you got close, he became sweet but he also flirts with you. In a sexual way. 

Your parents got divorced when you were only 9 years old. It all happened when you all decided to move to Seoul from America. Your mother wanted a new life in a new place.

When you thought everything was going great, everything was falling apart. Your mother got a job quickly after you all settled in. Your dad was having a hard time finding one.

Your mother didn’t want herself to be paying the bills, so she encouraged your father to find a job. He didn’t like Seoul. He was having a hard time making basic conversation and he felt out of place.

One day your father had enough and finally told your mother that he wanted to move back. Although, your mother had already found her place here and she refused to go back.

“You either leave with me or I’m leaving you” your father gave her an ultimatum. Your mother didn’t want to leave. So your father packed up his thing and took her money so he could pay for the flight back to America.

After her divorce is finalized, your mother promised you she’s going to put you first. She wanted you to focus on your new life in Seoul because there’s no other home back in America.

Years had gone past, you had turned 19. Your mom successfully found a job she liked at a good company that treated her well. She also got paid well since she was a single mother.

You also knew your mother was seeing someone. The amount of time she’d leave the house to be with that person every Friday night. You were glad your mother found someone right. She’s a lot happier than she was.

When you turned 20, your mom got engaged to the guy, who turned out to be her boss. You had met him a few times at company dinners and he had good intentions.

You also found out, his wife died from  sickness. That same year he introduced his son to you. His name is Yeonjun. He’s a year older than you. Besides the fact that he’s good-looking, you know he’s up to now good.

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Listen to me ☝️ Nerd Sungchan and Bully reader, before I die of dehydration from lack of bully reader posts 🤕

rating: 18+. mdni.

content: noncon/dubcon

sungchan is big, much bigger than his meek demeanor makes him seem. even his horrid posture couldn’t hide his above average height and broad shoulders, the muscles raising his biceps, prominent veins running down his big hands.

there’s just something about making him feel small that makes your stomach feel warm. sungchan who towers over you, bigger in every physical way but smaller in every other. he’s shy and gentle, not flexing a single muscle when you push and pull at his frame. he only hangs his head when you spew insults, his breaths never faltering.

you, on the other hand, are anything but gentle. your entire being holds the essence of fire, bold and intimidating, burning bright. you thrive off the dwindling of everybody else. sungchan theorizes that is the reason for your torment. finding the weak that easily break and burn. someone that would submit to you, keep you in power as they fall to your feet with every simple utter of command.

sungchan doesn’t deny you of anything. partly because he’s afraid to, scared of how much worse you could get when you were challenged, and partly because he strangely didn’t want to. he doesn’t like you by any means, and you both know that. sungchan could never stoop that low. he would never hurt you even if that’s all you did to him.

sungchan is also convinced that you don’t like him either, oblivious to the way that your hateful fire turn into something else. something lewd and mature, primal and yearning. he’s unaware of your gaze on his bulge when you yell at him, searching for any sign of arousal indicating that he felt the same way.

your body aches for a different kind of dominance now, one that entails a whimpering sungchan in the backseat of your car and his thick cock in your fists.

sungchan didn’t see it coming. your car parked too close to his is nothing new, you often liked to spend as much time with him as you could, his presence was relieving to you. the freedom to exude all the power you wanted with no resistance.

sungchan did react differently this time. you’re slightly shocked, lips parted before they curled upwards, your grin telling sungchan everything he needed to know. things are different today.

his head hits the frame of your car door, making him hiss and raise a hand to his mussed hair. that didn’t stop you, continuing to push him further into your car with growing eagerness. your car looks small with him stuffed inside, big brown eyes showing confusion as he runs his eyes over you when you climb in after him.

you situate yourself on his thighs, the concealed muscles deliciously firm against the supple flesh of your own thighs. his hands are hidden by his hoodie, placed over his cock as realization kicks in.

his grip is strong at first, resisting the push of your hands until you deliver a pinch to his thigh. he squirms and his legs involuntarily fall open, his breathing finally wavering when you move your hand over him. you fiddle with his zipper, telling him how weak and pathetic he is for not putting up a fight.

he stays silent like he always does, watching you pull his pants down. you laugh at the tent in his underwear, palming him through them before you’re impatience gets the best of you and you fully pull them down.

sungchan gasps and pushes his hips back as far as he could, pulling away from your mouth that quickly begins to make its way towards his cock. he’s so much bigger than you thought, the sight making your mouth water and your tongue peek through your lips.

sungchan’s fists curl around the edge of the leather seats when you finally get your mouth on him. he’s so sensitive and whiny. the feeling of a submissive sungchan writhing under you is so much better than you thought.

when he fills your mouth with ropes and ropes of creamy cum, his glossy eyes stare into yours when you swallow, your throat bobbing as his seed enters your stomach. you feel so powerful looking at him, weak and spent.

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one last time.

“young people fall in love with the wrong people sometimes.”

lee ch. anton. cws; toxic relationship, smut, angst, coercion, physical violence(a few slaps here and there). dub-con that’s heavily dick-riding non-con. sungchan + wonbin play a small role. alludes to said roommates joining.

hi, yana here. ik you expected to see writing but i just want to start by saying i do not condone any of the actions that i wrote here. sure i wrote it, but it is called dark fantasy for a reason!! and if you don’t like it well, womp womp ig. you clicked even after seeing my very descriptive warnings, cough dub-con that’s heavily dick-riding non-con. anyway, enjoy lovebugs!!

all good things come to an end. but this was far from good and he refused to let it end.

harshly yanking at hoodie of your jacket, anton pulled you back into his bedroom of his shared apartment. letting you tumble over into the hardwood, he slammed the door of the room shut — blocking your only exit with his own body. the silence lingered as you slowly pulled yourself from the floor, fingers wrapping around his bed frame for support. watching as you struggled to riize to your feet, anton waited until your gaze met his.

“we aren’t breaking up. we aren’t supposed to break up. . .” voice hushed, a small smile crept onto his lips as he approached. arms ready to pull you into a hug, voice ready to spew out empty promises and apologies — like the last time. but this time was different. instead of letting him pull you in, you’d quickly dodge his advances.

you had let out a rather drawn-out sigh, followed by a few deep breaths — it was about time whatever this was ended. lips parting, anton waited to hear — and in the end, ultimately ignore— whatever you had to say. “no. we are breaking up this time. i can’t do it anymore. i can’t do this anymore.” you spoke with your arms wrapped tightly around your body, eyeing the door that was a few steps away. thinking of his roommates that were a few doors down.

they would help you if needed, right?

while your eyes were trained on the wooden barrier, anton was in a world of his own. it was almost as if his whole demeanor flipped. the weak smile he once had on his face being replaced with deep frown. eyebrows knitted together as the realization and weight of your words set in. you were trying to leave him for no reason.

truth be told, there was a reason. multiple reasons. and this was one of them — never accepting that he was in the wrong. because he always had to be right, no matter the how severe the circumstances maybe be. and in his mind, that rule applied to this situation.

eyes glossy, the anger he was feeling was enough to nearly make him shed a tear. fist clenched, his jaw tightened as he followed your eyes to his door. figuring out your plan as soon as your body did as much as shift. “you’re not leaving. . .” voice shaky, your attention would quickly turn back to him. taking note of his body language — that unmistakable rage lingering in his gaze. clearing your throat, you went to speak. only to be quickly cut off by his voice, this time he was louder and more intense. “you’re not leaving until i get to feel you…one last time. i won’t let you leave and they won’t let you leave either.”

eyes blown, his sentence did nothing but scare you blue. he wouldn’t force himself onto you. sure, he’s a bad boyfriend by all means.

but is he truly a bad person?

“don’t say that, you’re scaring me.” a tremble present in your voice, you were quick to beeline it towards your only exit. hands harshly tugging at the ice cold metal of his door, it dawned upon you that it was being blocked.

blocked from the outside.

fist banging on the wood, you used all your body weight in attempts to push whatever it was out of your way. all while anton would do nothing but watch as you attempted to get away. he would only stand there, because he knew there was only one way out. messing with the waistband of his basketball shorts, he couldn’t help but to get slightly turned on by the way you desperately tried to force the heavy wood open. but it wouldn’t get out of your way — they wouldn’t get out of your way. they being the two other individuals that your soon-to-be ex boyfriend lived with — sungchan and wonbin.

it wouldn’t click at first, until they were quietly answering your cries for help. through the cracks of antons’ bedroom door, your pleas to be let out being answered by the people who kept you in. muffled just let it happens and ‘m sorrys’ filled your ears. fear completely set in as you accepted that you were locked in. halting all movement, you truly left with one option and one option only.

get it over with.

arms falling down to your sides, anton was quick to yank your body over to his bed. he wasted no time positioning you onto your stomach. propping your legs up, his hands were greedily tugging at the rough fabric of your jean shorts. disregarding the way it harshly rubbed against your skin and the way your hands pushed at his— your resistance only irritating him. slapping the exposed fat of your legs as a nonverbal threat.

turning his attention to his own clothing, he pulled his pants, along with his briefs, down to his knees. slotting in between your exposed legs, anton didn’t bother with removing your panties. hooking two fingers onto the side of the material, he admired the way the thin fabric stuck to your folds as he slowly pulled it out of the way. “i’ll convince you to stay. can’t lose this..” mumbling under his breath, anton tuned out your heavy breathing and snuffles.

leaning over your body, his hand situated itself ontop of your head. pushing you down further into the mattress, he used the other to slowly stuff his tip into your cunt. using that same hand, he pushed up the thick hoodie that covered your torso — exposing the flesh of your back.

dragging his fingertips along your spine, he waited until your body relaxed ever so slightly. using the moment to push himself past your gummy walls. gripping onto your waist, he started off brutal and stayed brutal. the sound of skin and your muffled cries echoed through the room.

the noise inevitably covering the creaking of the door and the footsteps that followed.

hai, yana here. again. first henderyuni post, how we feeling? i’ll tell you how i’m feeling. ending? rushed. am i satisfied? very. are you satisfied? hopefully. part two? don’t ask. hope you have a lovely day hotties. i love you pls don’t die. also did we like my riize pun? pls say yes…

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wc: 2k reader: femme afab warnings: MINORS DNI EXPLICIT SMUT 18+ -- porn with plot, oral f!receiving, swearing, calling tae a virgin loser as a joke, mentioning the weeknd LMAO summary: loserbestfriend!taerae makes you watch the idol on hbo max with him for movie night, but a certain convertible scene sparks your "curiosity" more than the others... and taerae proves he might not be such a loser after all. :0 omg who am i?? i even wrote in all lower case letters in the fic to throw you off... i know you'll know right away though but that's not the point lmao!! i just didn't think i should be this horny for taerae on main so. here's the dedicated zb1 smut blog no one was asking for (except me. i was asking for it so let me live.) thank you to taerae for posting these pics next to each other and ruining my life. also the idol sucks and sam levinson and the weeknd are horrific for creating it. i only know some scenes from it because i watch comedy commentary videos about it. jennie is beautiful tho love her. ALSO i thought of this title and i cried laughing. mwahaha okay thanks for reading byeeeee

“this is the worst show I’ve ever seen in my life,” you say with a laugh, throwing a piece of popcorn in your mouth. “i can’t believe we’ve made it through two episodes already.”

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taerae sighs, “i think i’m gonna need to bleach my eyes.”

“throw some in my ears while you’re at it,” you joke, letting a leg drape over your best friend’s. you’re crammed together in the bottom bunk of his dorm room bed, watching the idol on the tv that’s hung at the foot of it. “i will never, ever be unable to hear the weeknd whispering, ‘stretch that tiny little pussy for me’. and every single day i will beg the lord for mercy.”

“are we sure we wanna watch the third episode?” taerae asks-- shifting a bit next to you. “this show is so graphic.”

“of course the virgin wants to chicken out,” you tease, smacking his stomach with a pillow. he grabs it from you and leaves it there. “you’re the one who wanted to watch it! now you wanna quit two episodes in? not gonna happen. we can make it through this.”

if you hadn’t pressed play at that exact moment, you would’ve heard taerae gulp beside you. 

the intro of the show plays, assaulting your eyes with an up-close and personal view of jocelyn’s bare chest. what else is new? you yawn, hoping the third episode’s graphic scenes (at the very least) won’t be repetitive. bitch has put on a blindfold to end both episodes so far...

sitting with your back leaning against the wall, you try to steal a glance at taerae. his upper back is propped up on his pillow as he lies perpendicular to you, facing the tv screen. you watch his eyes, catching the subtle dilation of his pupils. it could be the light from the television in the otherwise dark room shifting their size, but you find yourself curious nonetheless.

“do you think she’s pretty?” you ask suddenly.

taerae coughs. “me? do i think the actress is pretty?”

you nod, eyes returning to the screen in hopes that the lack of eye contact will make taerae feel comfortable enough to give you an answer.

“she’s pretty, yeah,” he says after a moment. 

“like, you’re attracted to her?” you clarify, throwing another piece of popcorn into your mouth.

“uh,” he hesitates and you feel his legs tense up under yours. “i guess. i mean she’s not really my type, but--.”

“but you like her tits.”

“exactly,” taerae agrees too quickly. “wait, no--.”

“no need to walk it back,” you cut him off with a snort. “boobs are hot. end of story.”

taerae sits up a bit more, seemingly trying to relax after your probing. you didn’t talk to taerae about sex or girls all that much, but you’d be lying if you said the show hadn’t suddenly made you a bit curious. what experience did your lovable loser of a best friend have-- if any at all?

the interrogatory questions you’re suddenly wanting to ask are thrown from your brain, however, as the show now cuts to a shot of the weeknd (you and taerae refuse to call him tedros tedros) and jocelyn in the back of a convertible-- their poor assistant driving these two insufferable cretins down the freeway.

nothing’s out of the ordinary until jocelyn crawls from her seat and lifts one leg to straddle the weeknd. she’s in a slinky tangerine bodysuit and little black shorts and the weeknd’s hands easily envelope her waist. you roll your eyes, already having grown so sick of these two. 

but when jocelyn is suddenly pushed to the edge of the seat, her back against the car door and her head resting on the frame-- your attention is piqued. the weeknd wraps his hands around her thighs, prying them apart so he can pull her shorts to the side just enough to fit his tongue. the actress’s head lolls back over the car door frame; her blonde hair dangling over the side and flowing in the wind. her face is screwed up in absolute bliss and the sounds coming out of her confirm her state.

would she really be screaming like that just from his tongue?

“um,” you hear taerae say and you look over at him curiously. “if-- if he’s good with it, then yeah. she would be, i guess.”

you frown. what was he talking about? if he’s good with what? ... oh fuck, you think as you realize that you’d accidentally said your previous thought out loud. and now poor taerae is stumbling to give you an answer.

what did he say? if he’s good with it then she would be.

“huh,” you mumble, your brow furrowing as you ponder his answer.

you turn back to the tv, but taerae clears his throat. “what?”

“what? what do you mean, what?”

“why did you say ‘huh’ like that?” he asks, the pillow on his stomach rustling as he shifts slightly. “do you not agree or something?”

“oh, uh,” you stutter as you feel your cheeks start to heat, not sure what to say. “um, i guess i wouldn’t know.”

the silence from taerae is deafening as your eyes stay locked on the tv. you’re not sure why you said that. you could’ve just lied. you should’ve just lied.

“are you a virgin?” taerae asks softly. the accusation whips your head around to stare at him angrily and his eyes widen cautiously.

“obviously not,” you answer in a huff. “i just... i’ve never...”

you look down at your lap, picking at the skin on your fingers. you should stop while you can. you don’t need to tell the truth. why are you even considering telling him this?

“no one’s ever gone down on me or anything.”

“oh,” taerae manages to respond after a long moment, but you can’t even look at him.

“yeah.”

another moment of silence. “you shouldn’t be, like, embarrassed by that. that’s... that’s entirely their fault for not prioritizing you, you know?”

your bottom lip tucks between your teeth, the aforementioned embarrassment flushing your skin as you nod. the show is still playing, but you can only hear garbled sounds. why did you tell him that!? now taerae has to awkwardly comfort you when you could’ve just shut your mouth in the first place. you didn’t really talk about these kinds of things with taerae. your best friend was there for movie nights, chinese food binges, laughing until you cry, and most importantly taking the absolute piss out of... 

and here you were making him uncomfortable by randomly talking about your oral virginity.

“would you want me to do it?”

taerae’s voice is so quiet that you’re positive for a moment that you hallucinated it. you look over at your best friend tentatively to find his knuckles turning white from how hard he’s gripping his pillow to his stomach. 

“what?”

taerae blinks nervously. “if you wanted to, you know, try it... i could--.”

“WHAT!?” you shout; hands grabbing the pillow on taerae’s stomach and throwing it across the room. “are you-- are you fucking joking!? you think i’m desperate enough to ask my best friend to eat me out?”

“no, no, no,” taerae respond quickly, hands flying up in defense. “not at all!”

“then what?” you ask, jaw setting in anger as you wait for a good enough answer to keep you from punching him in the balls.

taerae’s lips form the slightest pout. “you seemed really curious about it. i just... i just thought i’d offer.”

you bite your lip as you think. “what do you even know about that kind of thing? I thought you were a virgin loser.”

“ouch,” taerae says but quickly shrugs it off. “i guess you’re only right about half of that statement.”

you frown. even though you’d never talked about it before, was taerae secretly experienced? more experienced than you?

“you don’t have to say yes though,” he adds quickly. “i’m sorry; i probably shouldn’t have said any--.”

“okay,” you cut him off softly.

taerae’s eyes widen in surprise. “okay?”

you nod slowly. “i don’t believe you that you’re not a virgin loser, but if you’re offering...”

taerae sits up, leaning on his hands as a little smirk lights up his face. “i’ll eat you out and then you can eat those words. how does that sound?”

the way your heat flutters at his words catches you off guard. so does the way he swiftly flips you onto your back as you take the position he was just in.

“whoah,” you exhale, your best friend absolutely knocking the wind out of you as he positions himself between your thighs. he takes the hem of your shorts in his fingers, eyebrows raising at you expectantly. you lift up your hips enough for him to shimmy them off, discarding them on the floor without taking his eyes off your still-clothed center.

you glance at your underwear, panic immediately hitting you when you realize you wore the only clean pair that you had left...

a black, lace thong.

they were the only pair left, because you honestly hadn’t had a reason to wear them in a little while.

“fuck,” taerae curses, hands wrapped around the outsides of your thighs. “were you going somewhere after this or...?”

“if you don’t shut your mouth, i’ll be going somewhere before this,” you threaten, but the words come out shakier than you would’ve liked as taerae begins to plant open-mouthed kisses up your thighs. “... ‘s laundry day tomorrow.”

“mm, I see,” he replies, shifting his weight to one hand so he can bring his right hand to your heat. your heart rate rises as he moves towards where you’re quickly growing to need his attention most. two fingers press at your clothed-core gently and the sound of the tv in the background does nothing to dampen the moan that escapes you from just the small amount of pressure.

“laundry day’s coming just in time i think,” taerae says, a smirk highlighting his cavernous dimples in a light you’ve never seen before. “from the way you’re soaking through these.”

“shut up,” you groan, bringing your hands up to cover your face. taerae hooks his fingers around the waistband of your panties, tugging at them playfully to get your attention. peeking out through your fingers, you glare at him.

“do you want to stop?” he asks, removing his hands quickly. “we can stop if you want to or need to or anything.”

you reach down and grab both of his hands in yours, reattaching them to your underwear. “please keep going.”

he blinks at you for a moment before nodding, pulling your thong down your legs as you lift your hips up for him. taerae lies down fully in between your thighs now, guitar-string calloused hands wrapping around your thighs and guiding them to rest on his shoulders. 

“so pretty,” he whispers. eyes focusing on your throbbing cunt, taerae’s grip on your legs gets a little tighter-- a little more desperate. “really.”

“thanks,” you respond shyly, watching as a bit of steam begins to coat the rim of taerae’s glasses. you can’t help but smile as you reach for them, carefully removing the frames and placing them on the stand next to his bed. 

“thanks,” he echoes. 

“i’m still not convinced that you aren’t a-- oh fuck...” just as you’re about to tease your loser of a best friend again, his tongue finds your core and licks a long stripe up from your opening to your clit. taerae exhales a laugh against your pussy, tongue circling your clit as his hands now take hold of your hips.

“wait, what the fuck?” you whine breathlessly as he works you over with his mouth. “tae, i thought... oh my god.”

“taste so good, baby,” taerae moans like he’s enjoying it just as much as you are. he slips a finger in your entrance carefully, stretching you until he deems you ready for a second. “Think this pussy might be perfect.”

his eyes are closed; eating at you like you’re his favorite meal. it’s hot. way hotter than the scene from the show. way hotter than anything on that stupid show-- in which another sex scene is playing on the screen behind taerae. you suddenly feel so much pity for jocelyn; one of the hardest characters in history to pity. but the fact that there’s no way tedros fucking tedros is eating her out as good as taerae’s eating you out right now is tugging at your heart strings.

“tae,” you whimper, feeling the knot in the pit of your stomach begin to tighten. your hand tangling up in his hair at the nape of his neck causes him to moan into you and the vibration only makes you tug harder. “please, please wanna cum.”

“already? you sure?” he says, disappointment coating his voice. “could eat this pussy all night.”

“holy shit,” you exhale. you didn’t even know taerae was capable of talking like this. the only time he ever said pussy around you was if he was calling you one. now as he looks up at you from between your thighs, his pretty dimpled-smile covered in your juices as he continues to fuck you with his fingers and press his thumb against your clit...

you’re nodding frantically now. “please, please tae. make me cum.”

“fuck, baby, okay. whatever you want,” he agrees quickly, the lust in his eyes at your demand reaching a whole new level. he removes his thumb from your clit and the sudden lack of contact causes you to whine pathetically. “sshhh, don’t worry baby. i’ve got something even better, i promise.”

just as some tears from frustration are welling up in your eyes, taerae’s lips close around your clit and he begins to suck. “oh my GOD,” is all you can manage as your orgasm starts to wash over you. “taerae. oh my god, tae... c-cumming.”

you’re grinding your pussy against his tongue now to maximize the friction and the way he lifts your hips a bit to bring you even closer tells you that he’s loving every second of this. your moans match the ones that taerae is mewing into your core. he places your hips back down onto the mattress, holding them steady as you start to squirm a bit from the overstimulation. he continues to lap at you gently as your hand falls from his hair to his shoulder, causing him to look up at you.

your cheeks are red now from both your climax and the new wave of embarrassment that’s creeping up on you. you’re not sure what to say, but luckily taerae’s got you covered.

he inserts two fingers inside of you again and then pulls them out-- covered in your juices. without hesitating, he sticks them in his mouth and sucks them clean. “you’ve tasted yourself, right? probably a lot. fuck, i’m so jealous.”

your jaw drops a bit, now doubly unable to speak at the filth pouring out of your best friend’s mouth..

taerae frowns at you. “what? you want to make this awkward now?”

you shake your head. 

“was it good?” he asks, head tilting to the side as he squints slightly. you reach over to his nightstand and grab his glasses, handing them back to him. he puts them on; raising his hand to ruffle his hair.

“you know it was good,” you mumble annoyedly.

he grins. “yeah. i do.”

“UGH,” you groan, hiding behind your hands again. “i hate you.”

“please, pleeeease tae,” he mocks, climbing up closer to your face to really rub it in. “make me cum.”

“SHUT UP!” you shout, hitting his chest with your fists in annoyance. “do not get cocky about this.”

taerae shrugs, biting his lip to keep from smirking. “i guess you never wanna do this again then?”

you sigh defeatedly before replying softly, “i didn’t say that.”

“good,” he says with a smile-- shifting to the edge of the bed and standing up. “i’m gonna get you some water and a towel, okay? don’t move a muscle.”

you don’t. taerae had made sure of that with the orgasm he’d just pulled out of you. as the door to his dorm room closes behind him, you’re left with only your thoughts and the sound of that shitty tv show playing in the background. you reach for the remote weakly, pressing pause on a bizarre scene of the weeknd jerking it over a clothing rack (?).

all you can think about, though, is taerae lapping at your pussy like a starved man. what the fuck just happened? did you really just let your best friend eat you out?

and how the fuck had he managed to leave you wanting more?