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on the rebound ☆ p.sh [m]

synopsis: sunghoon doesn't mind babysitting for the neighborhood mothers - but he certainly doesn't mind when a certain eldest daughter is around to be taken care of, too. genre: acquaintances to ???. older!reader moment (because why not, but also it doesn't really come up.) angst, fluff, smut. this porn has plot, damnit! pairing: babysitter!park sunghoon x fem!older!reader ; mentions of heeseung x reader. word count: 6k rating: 18+. minors do not interact. warnings: swearing, alcohol (that they don't even drink LOL) mentions of toxic relationships, rebounds, reader is only older by a year. smut warnings: oral (f. rec),MUNCH!HOON!! PUSSY EATING ENTHUSIAST HOON!!! nipple play, subtle body worship (f. rec), unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy!), sub!hoon x sub!reader (just trust me), creampie, subtle breeding kink, wayyy too much whining and whimpering, pet names (pretty girl, baby, etc.) listen to: lie to girls - sabrina carpenter ; number one girl - rosé ; wait - dino ; btbt - b.i, soulja boy, devita ; die for you - the weeknd. author's note: this is for all my eldest daughters out there (not me but y'all stay safe!) i whipped this up while i was procrastinating studying for finals...so apologies if it's shitty (because it is shitty.) also, i dog on heeseung SOOO bad but i promise i love him i just needed someone. this being said, happiest birthday hoonie, i love u!

You and Sunghoon weren't strangers, you wouldn't go that far.

However, there was a good reason that you weren't friends – you were never home when he was at your parents' house. You'd moved out with your boyfriend a month or so into him babysitting your menace of a sister. She was well-behaved for him, but had been an absolute tornado of a child when your mother would ask you to babysit. You were actually the one who found Sunghoon through an ad on social media, and he'd been yet another thing to add to your parents' monthly budget.

Then again, no one told them to have another kid so late in their lives. Or yours, for that matter. You were eighteen when Mina was born, and it'd been a pretty rocky five years since then. You went off to college and didn't really get to see her grow up, and she soon learned you were someone she couldn't depend on emotionally because you were rarely able to stick around outside of holidays. It pained you, but you knew you'd eventually get the time to bond with her.

And that time came very quickly after meeting Sunghoon – because your boyfriend dumped you after six months, insisting he was too busy with school to maintain a relationship. Heeseung was a graduate student, and he tutored on the side for extra cash. Your parents funded your lifestyle, so you'd never worried about anything – until Heeseung sat you down and said that the relationship was stressing him out. 

Needless to say, a week after the breakup – you moved back in with your parents and left him to figure out the rent himself. It was a calculated move, but your parents agreed that you didn't need that kind of energy in your life. It didn't stop you from remembering all the other times Heeseung dogged you – from taking continuous 'breaks' from your relationship in the three years you were together, to falling prey to temptation (read: another woman grinding on him at a bar while you were two feet away.)

And you talked about him to every person you possibly could – including now, your little sister's babysitter as he washed dishes in your parents' kitchen. The conversation hadn't started out this way, he'd actually been telling you how much Mina talked about you while you were gone.

"Anyway, that kid loves you, man." He nodded as he slid a plate onto the drying rack, and you laughed softly. "Mina was born when I was a teenager. She just thinks I'm cool now, she'll go through the phase of hating me when she's older." You shrug.

"I wouldn't be so sure. She talks about you a lot, something about you playing a viobib?" His brow is arched, and you snort. "Violin. I played her the violin one time so she'd leave me alone. I'm surprised she talks to you so much, she has a hard time warming up to anyone. Even my boyfriend can't get her to talk to him."

His eyes narrowed slightly, "You have a boyfriend? Since when?" You shrug again. "Since before I met you. I guess I should say ex, though. Boyfriend is the title he prefers, but not the one he deserves. At least, not right now." You say pointedly, and his brows furrowed as he leans on the counter, arms crossed.

"Elaborate." "You're babysitting my kid sister, not giving me counseling."

"Consider it a perk for eldest daughters who act like they deserve shitty men." He says, a bite to his tone as you scrunch your nose. You sigh, nibbling your lip before rolling your eyes. "We're on-and-off. Sometimes I call it off, sometimes he does. He's in grad school and he tutors, and he said everything was stressing him out. He dumped me a bit ago, and I moved back in here. I'm surprised I haven't seen you around more."

"Right, so what about that arrangement is making you believe that you deserve this sort of behavior?" 

You peek up at him, his brows still furrowed as he awaits your answer. Your stomach tightens a bit as you blink. "I guess…I don't know, actually." "Okay, then ditch that loser." He shrugs, and you scoff. "He's not a loser. He's smart and sweet and we're just going through a rough patch." "If you have to justify his presence in your life or his treatment of you to your friends or anyone you talk about him to, then he's a loser. He sucks and he doesn't deserve to have access to you in any way." Sunghoon clasps his hands in front of himself, and you frown.

"He's nice enough." "Yeah, so is any other guy, babe. You're not gonna give just any dude a chance because he's 'nice enough,' are you?" He peers at you through his shaggy hair, and you feel your cheeks heat slightly in embarrassment. "The fact that you allow that behavior, seemingly quite often, will only make him make you his doormat. He'll do it over and over until he's sick of you, then he gets to dump you and make it seem like it was a mutual thing. You won't win in a situation like that." "It's not about winning." You mutter, grabbing a peach out of the fruit bowl in front of you. He leans back on the island, arms crossed in front of him. 

"Isn't it, though? There is always a prize and a player in a relationship. You," He taps the tip of your nose with his finger gently. "Are the prize, and he's the player. If he's not playing to win you, then he's playing to lose and wasting your time."

You stare into his eyes, not missing the way his brows jump as he leans slightly closer.

"Stop wasting your time on a shitty dude when you can do so much better. Especially if you're really as cool as Mina says. Kids don't lie about people they admire." His tone is slightly teasing, and you roll your eyes. "Mina has thrown eggs at me, I wouldn't be so sure she admires me." "I don't know, she said you're really nice to everyone. That you're funny, you can sing…dance…" Sunghoon lists a few things your sister said while you were asleep, and you feel your ears grow hot. "She also said you're the one who taught her how to do backflips, and that she wants to be like you when she grows up. I'd suggest getting that guy out of your life sooner rather than later so you can set a good example." "Did she mention him?" Your eyes snap up, and Sunghoon shrugs. "Once or twice. She said he makes you cry more often than not." You snort, shaking your head as you look down. "What does she know? She's five."

"Kids see things from an unbiased perspective, they're still learning how to be functioning humans. She associates him with you being upset, so I wouldn't be surprised if you told me that you're 'on a break' right now. I've been listening to you for five minutes and I already don't like this guy. If he cared, he'd be here. He doesn't care." "You're only saying that because it's what I need to hear." You roll your eyes as you avoid the rest of his spiel, and Sunghoon shakes his head, stealing a grape from the ones he washed for you earlier. "I'm saying that because it's the truth, and when I love, I make sure the person I love knows." "You don't even know him." You scowl, and he smirks. "Don't have to, babe. It's all over your face. You look defeated as hell when you talk about him." "Not your babe, Sunghoon." You shake your head, and he shrugs. "Could be, if you ditched that guy. I don't even know your favorite color but I can almost guarantee I'd be a better boyfriend than him."

"My favorite color is green." You mutter, and he leans closer to your face. "Anything else you wanna tell me about this guy?" "Why? You'll just be mean about it." You mumble, licking your lips when you feel his fingers tilt your chin up. He coos, "You're cute when you're defensive over a scumbag." "Stop that." You shove his hand away, and he smiles. "You need a rebound or something. All you've been able to talk about since you moved back is this guy. He sucks, babe." "Ugh, I know! Alright, I know he sucks, you don't have to rub it in." You frown, biting into the peach in your hand. "D'you know he'd never tell me I was pretty? I mean, I know I am, he didn't have to. But it would've been nice to hear every once in a damn while." You chew angrily, before hearing him laugh softly. "You have enough confidence for a man to feel like he doesn't need to tell you that. You carry yourself so well, it's honestly very sexy." You look up at him, meeting his eyes. They're calm and sincere, like he didn't just call you sexy in the middle of your kitchen while you're wearing a random t-shirt and sweatpants. "Me?" "Yeah, you. It's just us in here, Y/N." He snorts, "You seriously need to get over this guy. I don't like hearing you talk about this like you deserved it." "What do you know? You hardly know me." You know your voice sounds bitter, but it only spurs him on. "Don't need to know you super well to know you just need to feel appreciated." "Right, appreciated." You roll your eyes, tossing the half eaten peach in the trash. "Like I'm gonna find that in a rebound." "You can." He nods, making you snort. "Like who? You?" "Sure." He shrugs, and you nearly choke on your own spit. "What? Sunghoon, be serious." "I am being serious. If that's what it takes, I'm all for it." He shrugs again, like this is the most nonchalant thing ever, like he's not offering to fuck the bitterness out of you so you'll act normal again. You gawk at him, "Sunghoon, I cannot just use you like that. We hardly know each other, are you insane?" "Is it insane if I say I want you to?" He leans forward on the counter, a soft blush on his cheeks. You gape at him, his finger coming to close your mouth. "Does it matter how well we know each other? I'm sure it'll be a one time thing, and since we don't see each other often, I don't see the harm." "You want me to use you to get over my ex-boyfriend? You want to be my rebound?" You're shocked at his suggestion, he can tell as he shrugs. "You can use me anytime you want. Think about it." He winks, pushing off the island.

You feel your cheeks grow hot as he leaves the kitchen, letting you sit with your thoughts.

Sunghoon lived a mile away, in an apartment complex you helped him pick out once your parents hired him. Your mother had insisted he live in the house, but your father refuted by saying Sunghoon was a grown man, he needed his own space. You'd taken him to fill out the paperwork, and it was one of the last interactions you'd had with Sunghoon before moving out.

You sigh shakily, running your hands through your hair.

It wasn't the worst idea. You knew that Sunghoon wouldn't have offered it if he wasn't attracted to you, at least. You knew what it was like to feel desired, but something about the way Sunghoon looked at you made you feel giddy.

Maybe it was the promise of feeling something new, or the idea that you shouldn't do it – because he works for your parents. Getting involved with you could cost him his job, if anyone found out. 

You feel your phone buzz in your pocket, and you sigh as you reach to grab it.

Message From: Park Sunghoon (Babysitter) [8:32pm] you know where i live if you're down. [8:32pm] just let me know, gorgeous.

Fuck.

Bad idea, bad idea, bad fucking idea.

It hadn't even been a day since you and Sunghoon had the conversation in your parents' kitchen. Or rather, the awkward moment in your parents' kitchen. 

It'd been three hours. It was nearing midnight as you stood in front of the elevator, the cold December air biting at your exposed legs. You'd gone to a late dinner with your friend Aeri, and you'd be lying to yourself if you didn't admit that her encouragement is what got you into this predicament.

The elevator dings, revealing a young girl and her dog attempting to step out. You give her a soft smile, earning a nod and a have a good night as you step in. You press the button to the third floor, bouncing on your heels as the elevator starts moving. This could be the worst fuck of your life and you won't even know until after, or even during. What if it's the best fuck of your life and then you're just forced to be around him as his employer rather than a potential fuck buddy or even worse, a girlfriend? "Get it together, Y/N." You mutter to yourself, hearing the elevator ding as you reach the third floor. You step out, turning to the right and walking past three doors, before standing in front of his apartment. His doormat is that of a frat boy's – Please Don't Do Coke In Our Bathroom.

You snort, before knocking on the door softly. You hear rustling, and the lowering of a TV before the pitter-patter of dog feet. You hear him sigh as he unlocks the door, his face appearing before you as he opens it. He looks surprised.

"Y/N, what a pleasure." He speaks smoothly, and you roll your eyes. "It's cold, invite me in." You cross your arms across your chest, making him smile as he steps to the side. You walk in, shivering as you carefully step out of your heels. You squat to pet his dog, but she disappears behind his legs. You pout at him, and he just snorts. "She's shy."

"It's fucking freezing outside, Hoon." Your teeth chatter as he closes the door, taking your scarf as you hand it to him. "Well, you're barely dressed. I assume it would be cold when you're half naked." "Did you want me to wear layers and make this take ten times as long? Be serious." You huff, sliding your coat off. Granted, you'd put this dress on with the idea of going to a bar after dinner and posting thirst traps on your story for Heeseung to see and yearn for…

Which is shitty of you to appear in Sunghoon's apartment after thinking that way.

"I don't think you wore this for me, Y/N. You were at dinner with Aeri." He rolls his eyes, and you forget he also has your Instagram. "Man, just take the win. Do you wanna fuck me or not?"

He shrugs, "Do you want me to?" "You wouldn't have offered and I wouldn't have shown up if the answer to either of those questions was no." You say pointedly, and he clicks his tongue. "I guess you're right." "I usually am." You roll your eyes, making him laugh. "Here, have a seat." "What, are you gonna wine and dine me?" You tease, and he smirks, disappearing into his kitchen. "Could say that." You take a seat on his couch, looking around the apartment. He's decorated in a very Sunghoon  way – lots of black decorations and shelving on the exposed brick, an array of books on a shelf to the left of his desk and a record player. You look at his coffee table, the fashion magazines and editorials stacked high.

"You always snoop through people's things?" His voice rings behind you as he holds two glasses and a bottle of wine you're sure you've seen only in your father's reserve. You huff, "Well you leave me here to entertain myself, I'm bound to look around." "Valid. Come on." He tilts his head for you to follow him, your cheeks aflame as you do just that. He leads you down to his bedroom, a large bed with a black duvet in the middle of the room. More books, a few incense candles, a few figurines in the corner of his room. "I like what you've done with the place." "Thanks, it only took fucking forever to figure out what I wanted to do. I think the exposed brick makes for a bigger headache than those home bloggers make it out to be." 

It makes you feel at ease, how easy conversation can be with Sunghoon. He doesn't make anything feel inorganic, but he also doesn't talk more than necessary in order to get his point across.

"How long were you with that guy, anyway? Here, put this on." He holds out a pair of sweatpants, which you take with a quizzical look. "Three years. Uh, Hoon, the point is to be naked here, not put on more clothes." "Is that how it was with him? You'd just show up and strip?" He rolls his eyes, digging a shirt out of his dresser for you. You feel your cheeks warm as he hands it to you, before giving you a glance. "Was it?" "...Kind of." You look at your feet, and he sighs. "Yeah, well…I don't play that. Do you need help getting your dress off?" "Oh, yeah. Just the zipper." You turn, pulling your hair to the front. You feel his fingers graze your back, before he tugs the zipper down in one go. He snaps your bra strap playfully, "We can lose this, though." "Yah!" You swat his hand away, making him laugh as he turns away. "Do you want to watch something or just talk?" "We can watch something, whatever is fine. Just nothing scary, my room is spooky at night." You shudder as you undo your bra, folding it in your hand before tugging the shirt over your head. "Oh, do you intend on driving home after?" "Did you want me to stay?" Your words sound a bit bitter, and that only makes Sunghoon frown as he scours the selection on HBO from his bed. "Dude, the more things you say, the more scummy I realize this guy was to you. Next thing you know you'll tell me he never went down on you." You freeze, and Sunghoon gapes at you as you turn around, pulling the shirt down your torso. "Y/N, you've got to be kidding me." "No, he did a few times, I swear!" You try to defend him, but Sunghoon only scoffs out a laugh. "That's fucking insane. Like, actually insane." "Hoon, you're embarrassing me." You whine, and he only blinks. "Why would you be embarrassed that he didn't wanna eat you out? That in itself is embarrassing for him. Real men eat pussy, and they eat it with gusto." "Shut up." You cover your face with your hands as you hear him sigh. "I'm just saying. Now, come on. Either put the pants on or lie the hell down." You huff, shoving the pair of sweats on before joining him on his bed. This is normal, friends fuck all the time.

Except you and Sunghoon are not friends.

You must've spaced out, because the feeling of Sunghoon squeezing your knee makes you jolt. "What are you thinking about?" "Nothing." You lie, shaking your head. He hums, turning his attention to the random movie on the television. "You're a bad liar, you know?" "Am not." Scoffing, you turn to face him. Your knees hit his outer thigh as you turn, and he gives you a lazy smile. "You are. You were staring off into space and chewing on your cheek for like, five minutes. What's up?" You scrunch your nose, looking down at your hands as he tilts his head. "You can tell me, you know. I don't judge." "Don't you, though? I mean, I'm here after you absolutely dogged on my ex earlier." You snort, and he smiles. "I'm judging your ex, not you. Well, not right now at least. I will always dislike the fact that you think you deserved that treatment, let alone from a guy who probably couldn't even make you cum." Your eyes snap to his, shock across your face as he pinches the bridge of his nose with a sigh. "Babe, come on." "He was nice!" You whine, and Sunghoon just laughs in disbelief. "Don't laugh! It's not funny!" Your lip is jutted out in a pout, before Sunghoon maneuvers you onto his lap. He makes you move up closer, your ass resting high on his thighs. "He really didn't make you finish?" You groan, adjusting yourself to sit comfortably. "I mean, he did a few times. Just not as often as I would've liked. I don't want to talk about him." You rub your temples, Sunghoon's hands finding home on your hips. "Okay, we don't have to. Tell me what you like." "What I like?" You repeat, and he nods. "Yeah. Like…positions. Any kinks, anything I should know to make this the best experience possible."

"...Does it matter?" Your voice is meek, and he rolls his eyes. "Yes, it matters. I want you to feel good. If you don't know, I can figure it out. You just have to trust me." You feel your chest warm at his words, and you glance at his face as he speaks again. "We can go as slow as you want, this is about you." "But what about you?" You toy with the hem of your shirt, and he smiles. "I'll enjoy myself either way, don't worry about me." His hands squeeze your hips gently as he looks down at you. "You okay?" "I'm nervous." You mumble, looking away as he coos. "Baby, you don't need to be nervous. It's just me." His hand comes to hold your jaw gently, making you face him. He squeezes your cheeks gently, making your lips pucker.

"You're so pretty." He smiles as he compliments you, making you roll your eyes in embarrassment. "Stop." "Why? You are. Pretty little thing." He's teasing you, your hands now holding onto his wrist as he inches closer. "Should I kiss you?" "Yes." Your reply is more of a breath, and he chuckles. "Seriously, it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you, promise. Unless you're into that."

"Kiss me already." You groan, making him roll his eyes before closing the gap between you. His lips are soft and taste like cherry Chapstick. His hand lets go of your face, moving slightly down to the base of your neck. Your own hands move to fist his shirt as his teeth nip at your lower lip, a whimper from your throat making him move you impossibly higher on his lap. His other hand moves to the nape of your neck, tangling in your hair to hold you steady as his tongue slips into your mouth. 

"You'll stay the night, right?" He pulls away from your lips, eyes searching your face for any sign of hesitation. You nod as best as you can with his hand in your hair, "Yeah. If you want me to." "I want you to." He whispers, before letting go of your hair. "Can we take this off?" He tugs at the shirt he gave you, and you move to tug it over your head. He lets you, watching the way your hair cascades down your back. His hands find home on your waist, his thumbs barely grazing the underside of your breasts as you look back at him, flinging the shirt somewhere behind you.

He doesn't say anything, only meeting your lips in a kiss. It's softer this time, but your tongue finds its way into his mouth gently. He sucks on it, hearing a low moan from you as your hips cant against his. "Sorry." 

"No, don't be." He shakes his head, pressing chaste kisses to your lips. "Use me however you want, baby. That's what I'm here for." 

"But–" "This is about you. Just let go." He meets your lips once more, kissing you deeply as his hands grip your hips tightly. He moves you against his hardening cock slowly, setting a gentle pace for you. You follow his lead, rutting against him as his hands move upward before you grab them and place them on your chest. He groans lowly into your mouth, thumbs grazing over your pebbled nipples as he drags his lips down your jaw, your soft whimpers filling the air as his teeth nip at your neck.

"S'fucking gorgeous." He murmurs against your skin, tracing his tongue down the gentle slope of your neck, a shudder running down your spine as he kisses down your chest. "Can I?" His doe eyes peer up at you though shaggy bangs, and you nod quickly. Your fingers card through his hair as his tongue flattens against your nipple as you groan.

"Feel good?" He mumbles against your skin. You only breathe out shakily as you nod, your lip bitten between your teeth as he nips and sucks his way across your chest, your nipples glistening with his spit. He scrapes his teeth against one gently, earning a guttural groan from your lips as he kisses up your chest. "Wanna taste you, angel. Can I?" Your pupils are blown as you look down at him, your fingers pushing his hair back as his hands dip below the sweatpants you're wearing. "Can I?" "Okay." Your voice is slightly raspy with lust, and he smiles softly before pressing a kiss to your lips. "We can stop anytime, just say the word." 

You nod, moving off his lap. He lays you back on his pillows, kissing your lips softly before trailing down your body. "So beautiful, baby. Can't get enough of you." He kisses down your stomach, before his teeth catch on the waistband of the sweatpants you're wearing. He bites down carefully, pulling them down your legs as you cover your face with a whine. "Something wrong?" He calls, pulling them off your ankles and flinging them to the ground.

"No." You respond weakly, and he smirks as his fingers land on your thighs, pulling you closer to him. "You're lying." "You're just hot, okay?" You peek at him through your fingers, seeing him shake his head as he snaps the waistband of your underwear against your skin. You jolt as he smiles, before sinking to his stomach and spreading your legs. You hear a soft whisper of shit from his lips. "Sorry? Is something wrong?"

You try to move away, only for Sunghoon to hold your hips down. "You're fucking soaked, doll. Holy shit." 

He doesn't give you a chance to respond, opting to press his face against the sticky fabric of your ruined underwear and inhale deeply, a whine from his throat hitting your ears as he noses at the fabric. "You're so fucking hot."

You feel his tongue before you reply, the underwear a useless attempt at a barrier as he finds your clit easily. Your thighs tense around his head, his preening at the taste of you just through the fabric is enough to make him cum in his pants. "Hoon…" You mewl, your fingers tugging at his hair to get his attention. He only hums in response.

"Take them off." Your whine is loud, and he hastily pulls your underwear down your plush thighs, throwing it over his shoulder as he dives back in, tongue lapping at your wet cunt like a man starved. You're a moaning mess as his pouty lips wrap around your clit, sucking gently as he pushes your thighs open further, working two fingers inside you carefully. He groans at the way you clench around them so tightly, your walls so warm and wet as he curls them into you.

"Taste so sweet, pretty. Would never give this up, ever." He murmurs against your clit, pressing wet kisses to it. You can't even respond, your eyes screwed shut as you cant your hips against his mouth harshly. "That's it, baby. Come on, give it to me." He's whining against your pussy, latching his lips to your clit as your thighs begin to tremble.

"H-Hold my hand." You mumble, and Sunghoon immediately laces his free hand with yours. "Need you to cum on my tongue, beautiful." His fingers find that spongy spot, making your soft belly cave in as your thighs close around his head. A choked moan leaves your lips as you coat his tongue and lips in your orgasm, your body trembling beneath him as you try to push his head away from you. "S'too much, Hoonie-" "One more, baby. You can give me one more." He bullies his shoulders through your thighs, moving to hover over you. He presses his wet lips to yours, your tongue attempting to collect any taste of you off of him. He lets you deepen the kiss, his hand snaking between your legs to rub teasing circles into your clit. Your mouth falls slack, your nails digging into his bicep. "One more, baby. Wanna feel you around me." "O-Okay." 

He reaches over you to his nightstand, pulling the drawer open to find an empty box of condoms. "Fuck, wait. I think–" "Want it raw." You mumble, eyes closed as your hands run under his shirt, fingers tracing circles into his softly chiseled abdomen. His eyes are wide, his hand coming to your face, stroking it gently. "Look at me. Are you sure?"

"Positive. Want it, Hoonie. Wanna feel full." You barely open your eyes as you nod, turning your head slightly to kiss his palm. He shivers slightly, closing his eyes to compose himself as he nods. "O-Okay. Alright." He straightens, pulling his shirt over his head and quickly pushing his sweats down. You don't bother to look down, knowing in your heart the stretch will be worth a thousand viewings. He pulls you to the edge of the bed by your thighs, carefully tucking a pillow under your hips as he rests your leg on his chest. He kisses your ankle softly, before running the leaking tip of his cock through your wet folds. He nearly buckles, the warmth almost debilitating as he eased himself into you. Your mewl is so soft he almost misses it, his eyes darting to your face as he slowly sheaths himself inside you, biting his lip so hard he's sure he'll draw blood. Your lips are so swollen from the kissing and biting that he can't help but lean over and kiss you gently, burying himself to the hilt inside you. Your soft whisper of fuck is against his lips. "Move, Hoon." "You gotta give me a second, baby." He whines into your neck, making you clench around him. "Fuck, fuck don't do that." His hips jerk involuntarily, earning a choked moan from you as your nails dig into his shoulder. He straightens himself, figuring if he's going to cum fast, he'd better make it worth your while. He pulls out almost entirely, pushing your thighs to your chest as he bullies his cock back into you. Your moans are so loud he's lost in them, your chants of yes, yes, right there so overwhelming for him as he tries his hardest to stave off his own orgasm.

"Feel so fucking good, baby. Shit." He whimpers into the air, his grip on your thighs bruising as you mewl beneath him, your hands finding his wrists. "Kiss me, Hoonie. Wan' a kiss.." He leans forward, the kiss a mess of teeth and tongue as he bottoms out inside you repeatedly. His tip is bullying your sweet spot relentlessly, making you whine into his mouth. "Want you to cum in me." You whisper, and he almost stops as the words hit his ears but your nails drag down his back. "Want you to fill me up, Hoonie. Please."

"Anything you want, fuck. I'll give you anything, baby." His voice is choked as he trails his lips down your neck, feeling your cunt flutter around him in that oh-so-familiar way. "Gonna cum for me? Gonna cream all over this dick?" You only whimper in response, your teeth sinking softly into his shoulder. He feels himself spill inside you at the sensation, a deep groan from his soul as you cum right after. He doesn't stop working the two of you through it, his hips bordering the two of you into overstimulation as you claw at him.

He feels his skin sticky as he rests his forehead on your shoulder, your fingers now flat against the muscle of his back as you breathe in deeply. You shift slightly beneath him, before patting his shoulder. "I don't…I can't get up, I don't think. I can't feel my legs." You rasp, and he chuckles into your skin.

"Yeah, that's usually what's supposed to happen." He replies smugly, earning a sharp smack from your hand in the middle of his back. "Ouch! What the hell!" "I told you to stop making fun of me!" You huff, and he moves to look at you. "I'm not! Did I not just give you two mind blowing orgasms?"

"I wouldn't say mindblowing–" He rolls his eyes as he covers your mouth. "I made you cum, which was the goal. Was it not?" "No, the goal was to get over my ex." You say, muffled by the palm of his hand. He ponders a bit, before looking down at you intently. "Well, are you?" You feel your cheeks flush as you look away. "Maybe. Might need to go again, don't know. Not fully convinced." "Not fully convinced, she says." He removes his hand from your mouth as he teases you gently, and you roll your eyes. "Okay, fine. You're good, you got me." You admit tiredly, and he smiles.

"For how long?" "What?" You look up at him, and he shrugs. "How long do I have you?" You let your eyes scan his face as he looks down at you with curiosity in his eyes. You scoff, an amused tone to your voice. "You like me." "Obviously." He rolls his eyes, "Otherwise I wouldn't have offered." "You sly little minx. Luring me in here with the premise of getting me over my ex, knowing I'm on the rebound." You poke his chest, and he scoffs. "Clearly, you like me too. Or else you could've absolutely dodged my offer." "Or maybe I think you're hot and wouldn't mind seeing you outside of the cute little necklaces my sister makes you wear." You tease, and he shrugs. "I'll take what I can get. Either way, do you feel better? Less thoughts about that idiot, more good feelings?" You nod, sitting up on your elbows. "Let me take you to dinner, Hoon." He blinks at you, before glancing at the clock on his nightstand. "It's two in the morning, babe." "Not right now. Later. After you're done babysitting." You say, and he raises his brows. "Are you sure?" "I wouldn't offer if I didn't want to." Your tone is pointed, and he scoffs. "You want me so fucking bad." "In your dreams. Get off me, I'm all sticky."

He does just that, and takes the most gentle care of you. He lets you lean against him in the shower, he shampoos your hair and steals kisses when you least expect it. He changes his sheets while you try to sit comfortably in his desk chair, complaining of sore hips and thighs as he smirks to himself. "So much for a rebound, huh?" He murmurs into your hair as you snuggle into his side, making you snort. "Go to sleep, Sunghoon. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, babe."

"Not your babe, Hoon."

"Not yet."

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i loved this so freaking much

Into You~ Dacre Montgomery 

quinnswife86 asked:

I've been trying to get someone to do some dacre smut/fluff for awhile now

Author's Note : I need a time out

Smut Ahead

Minors don't interact

You saw him as soon as you walked in. From his the way his hair was combed to the way his eyes shined as he laughed along with what someone had said. The crinkles near his eyes making his eyes stand out. To his smile that caused your feet to stop making your way through the crowd. To the white open shirt he wore. You can see some chest chair popping out along with a gold necklace hanging at open shirt.

It was like he knew you were looking at him as he locked eyes with you. He rose his cup towards you as a way of greet smiling wide, his perky white teeth flashing.

You nod at as you make your way through the crowd hoping you'd bump into the handsome stranger.

" You made it Y/N!" Sammy, one of your friends greeted you as she wrapped her arms around you pulling you into a hug. " It was either this or work a covering shift for Daniel at the store"

" Daniel is very fond you" she says. You scrunched up your nose in disgust. " Daniel is younger than I am and his dick is the size of a peanut, so no thank you"

" How do you know?" She asked, her eyes wide but leans closer to get some gossip from you. " Pepper told me, she fucked him in the back room on her break" Sammy chuckled as she offers you a cup of drink. You raise it to your nose, sniffing it.

"What's this?"

" Liquid courage" she answers downing her cup and sets it down the counter. You eye her in suspicion watching as she downs a shot wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

" What?" she feels you watching her as she takes another shot in her hand. " You good?" you asked her noticing her going hard.

" Yeah, just long day"

" Sammy!" someone calls to her, she looks around spotting someone and her face beams with happiness throwing her hands up in the air and running to them leaving you behind with the liquid courage.

You set the supposedly liquid courage down and look around spotting the drink you wanted to make for yourself. Your favorite. The door to the back opened and there was that stranger. The light radiant off his face and your mouth dropped seeing the color of his eyes. They were the bluest of the blue and you spotted some freckles dancing on his nose and cheeks making him look even more gorgeous than you thought he looked.

The stranger smirked at you feeling your eyes on him as he walks past but not before you felt him brush against you just a tad bit. Your nose picks up a scent, it's woody and sweet.

You watch him walk past you and glance down. He had such a nice ass. It looked really good in the black pants he was wearing. You rose the cup to your lips to take sip of your drink when the stranger turned to look at you over his shoulder, biting his bottom lip watching you close your eyes for a moment and tilting your head up. He watched the way your hair cascaded down your back, the way your hand gripped the cup and then he sent you a smile as soon as you felt him watching you.

After a few hours of dancing and drinking a little more, Sammy had asked you to get more cups in her pantry which you knew where it was since you been over her house many times. Your hand opens the door with the door creaking from the noise. But no one can hear it but you, you close the door not noticing someone was in there with you.

You flickered on the light seeing it was the dark but the light wasn't as bright as it seemed. It was mellow making you frown as you look up at it in annoyance.

" I don't like the light either" an australian accent makes you jump as you bump into one of the shelves containing some sort of equipment. You wince as you bump the back of your head, the stranger laughs as he watches you.

" Clumsy" he mutters. You rub the back of your head to release the pain looking down to watch where you stepped and look around for the cups when your eyes land on the stranger that you have been gawking at most of the night. His blue iris stared at you with an eyebrow raised.

There goes the woody and sweet smell surrounding the room. It's him.

" You smell good" you tell him, he closes his eyes as his shoulder shaking, laughing. " Thank you" he says. But what was he doing here?

" Don't mind me asking but what are you doing in Sammy's pantry?" He rubs the back of his head, a bit of red paints his cheeks as he motions to the door. " My friends pushed me in here as a joke and it's locked from the inside" he says. Your lips turn into a deep frown as your hand reaches out taking the handle and twist it. Nothing. You tried to pull it. Nothing. You put your foot on the door and pull it. Nothing.

"You in a rush?" he asks crossing his arms across his chest watching you attempting to open the door.

" For all I know you can be some murderer or something" you turn around with your back against the door. He uncross his arms as he makes his way towards you. He puts one hand in between your head while the other is by his side.

He's very close, the sweet and woody smell coming from him makes your head spin as you gaze up at him. His blue iris are looking down at you like you were his prey for the night.

" Dear stranger, what's got you looking at me like that for?" you questioned him brushing one piece of hair behind your ear as you continue to gaze shyly at him. " What's on your mind? Care to share?"

Your voice was smooth, and he wanted to answer you. The thought of taking you right in the very pantry wondered his mind. Yet, you were a stranger to him as much as he was to you.

He inhaled deeply feeling your soft touch brush the skin on his open shirt chest.

" You're so pretty," He speaks as soft as a whisper, gazing at your lips. " So, so pretty."

" You're pretty, too"

His knuckles come up to brush against your cheek as his eyes lock with yours. They are full of lust and want.  

Your cheeks painted the color red, focusing on the way his knuckles brush against your cheek. He was touching.

" You've been watching me" he mutters with a slight smirk.

" You've been watching me, too"

" What can we do about it" his knuckles are no longer touching you but his index fingers trace your jaw line from one side to the other, brushing your hair away exposing your neck to him. Your breath hitches at his touch as his fingers brush over your neckline.

" Teasing isn't nice" you muttered, breathe hitching as he stops and steps back sliding on the wall as he sits on the ground. You frowned your eyebrows at his actions but slide down next to him.

" I didn't say to stop" he is looking away from you to the other side of the wall while you wait for his response that never comes. " hey" you place a hand on his thigh.

His body stiff as he looks down at your hand watching it slide down his knee and back to his thigh while his head is spinning. He is having a hard time focusing on you, when your leaning closer to him. The way you were touching him drove him crazy. He gasp when you squeeze his thigh.

" It's okay, I like a little teasing" you tell him, with a little giggle, " You've been eye fucking me all night, and now want to stop?"

A part of him, though, wanted to rip your clothes off and fuck you against the door. He wasn't sure if you liked it rough, he didn't know you, he didn't want to over step.

He wants to be gentle with you, but his instincts want to act otherwise.

" hey, stranger," you call him, hooking your legs around his waist and getting onto his lap. He is taken back when you straddle him, moving his hands to hold you by your waist. You grabbed onto the white nice dress shirt and pull him towards you, breath fanning against his eat as you whisper, " I know all that eye fucking and smiling at me is all for nothing, right?"

" Man, you are something else. Aren't you?" He growled grabbing the back of your neck and pressing his lips against yours. You let out a whimper at the bruising kiss, kissing him back and pul him closer by his shirt. His tongue slides past your lips, making the kiss deepen. He pulls way a little, brushing his lips against yours.

" Was I too much?"

You shook your head, shivering in delight as his hot breath fans your face and his eyes meet yours.

" No, not at all"

He grabs a hold of your hips, rocking his hips against yours. You move to match him, whining each time as you roll your hips feeling the growing bulge in his pants. He taps your legs, " stand up." You obey his request and stand up as he tugs down your pants tossing them to the side as his hands come up to your hips bringing you back down onto his lap.

His lips meet yours, tongues going into battle as his fingers dig into your hips. He lifts you up and puts you down on the floor as he hovers above you.

You squirm underneath him as the tip of his fingers brush over your panties. He slightly smirks, watching as he does it again getting the same reaction from you. Two fingers brush against your covered panties lips and he has you whining for him.

" More," you gasped out. He chuckles as he halts his hands just having them above your panties having you plead for him.

" Please.." you beg him, grabbing a hold of his wrist.

" Oh? You like my fingers, do you?" he asks, smirking down at you. You nod bringing his fingers against your lips as you kiss his finger tips before taking the tip of his thumb and circling your tongue on it. His mouth opens in an o shape as he slides his thumb into your mouth watching as you suck on it. The ring on his thumb brushes against your lips.

It leaves him gawking at you with his blue eyes no longer blue, they are darker with lust. You pull him down to your lips as your tongue slides into his mouth chasing every corner and battling his own tongue.

He pulls away from you, staring down at you. His mind is clouded in bliss. He wants you and he has you. You stare up at him with swollen lips and panting as you wait to see what he does next.

" You look like a girl that likes it rough. How about the wall?"

" What?"

While your head was in a daze and eyes staring up at him wide, he picks you up holding you by your thighs as your legs wrap around him. His white dress shirt is opened and hanging on his shoulders. You weren't surprised by his strength as he holds you up. Your arms wrap around his neck placing kisses from his jaw to his neck.

His body was pressed flushed against yours as he closed his eyes, moaning feeling your lips on him.

His shirt joined your pants in the corner, as did his pants, as did your shirt, as did your bra and panties along with his boxers.

He watches you as you gasp as his thumb plays with your nipples looking how beautiful you looked at this moment.

" You're really pretty" he tells you, leaning down pressing a soft kiss on your chin.

His kisses go down to your neck, pressing open hot kisses until he reaches your collarbone. He grazes his teeth again your collarbones, sucking on the spot there leaving a mark on you. His mark.

" What if someone comes in?" you ask.

" So what?" he shrugs, smirking against your shoulder.

He chuckled darkly figuring you don't like it if someone came in on you two going on in the pantry. He goes back to your collarbone and sucks on it, traveling his lips to your neck, biting and leaving his marks there.

" Do you want my cock, pretty?" he asks all of sudden. He pecks your lips, " do you want my cock to bury deeply inside your pretty cunt?"

You whimper at his words, turning him on even more. He cock was throbbing. Moaning at his touch and closes your eyes.

" Yes please," you gasp out gripping his shoulders. " I want it"

" Look at me pretty girl and tell me"

He watches as you open your eyes and looked at him, meeting his eyes. He continues to roll his hips against yours waiting for your words, teasing your entrance with his cock.

“ Can you eat me out first?"

He moved fast, placing hot open kisses down your body, biting just above your nipples, kissing your stomach, biting your hips, and placing kisses on your inner thighs. Every whimper escapes your mouth makes his cock twitch and encourages him to continue.

His palms reached for your ass, spreading the cheeks before smacking one. He kisses the spot right above your cunt, flashing you a smirk as he places another one, enjoying the whimpers escaping your mouth.

" Do you just want my tongue or fingers too?" He asks, spreading your legs. You looked down at him surprised that he asked so nicely.

" Please and thank you," you tell him.

He takes one long lick against your lips and he groans, doing it again. Your hips thrust a little and squirm under his tongue, but he holds onto your hips with both his hands pushing them down. His tongue flickers over your clit, blowing there for a moment. He goes back to give it one more kiss.

You whine for him to give you more.

He grabs a hold of your leg and puts it on his shoulder hearing your gasp. He doesn't hesitate to devour you like a meal as he licks and sucks on your cunt, flicking his tongue against your clit.

His tongue felt so good, and he watches as you tilted your head back in pleasure. He continues to suck on your clit, showing it attention until he hears you cry for him. His cock is hard and aching, he pulls his mouth away from your cunt wanting to see how his fingers would do on you.

He uses his index finger rubbing circles on your clit and you moan out to him as he continues to play. A groan escapes from him and his mouth waters at the sight of your whimpering and squirming.

" s-stranger...I'm almost-t t-there"

" No worries, pretty. Just cum for me" He says licking at your cunt again, but sliding a finger inside you as you cum. Your juice drips down his chin as he continues to lick at your clit.

" You did so well for me, pretty" He moans, " such a good girl."

You whimper at his praise, cupping his chin with your hand making him look at you watching his face glister with your juice. " I need you to fuck me, pretty boy."

He smiles wide standing up before grabbing a hold of your face and bringing his lips to yours in a dance. You kiss him back, tasting yourself on his lips as your arms wrap around his neck. He picks you up by your thighs and pushes you against the wall.

" I'm on the pill" you tell him. He groans against your lips. He presses a small kiss to your lips as he slides in. You gasp at his size, not really looking before how big he was as he was thrusting deep inside of you.

He let out a gasp against your lips feeling how your cunt sucked him in and the way you felt around him. He groans against your lips as he slides out and the slides back in, taking your cries and whimpers against his lips.

The way you felt around him made him desperate for more, he wanted you again and again and again.

" Take what I give you, pretty. You can take it"

He started to move inside of you a bit faster hearing you moan for him. He takes your hands off from his shoulder and takes your hand in his, kissing your fingertips. His eyes meet yours as he watches your gaze fill with lust for him. Your chest is against his, squishing. He continues to pound into you, enjoying the sight of you hearing the whimpers. He slowed down his pace watching you beg for him to go faster. He does.

His eyes gaze down where his cock is buried deep inside of you, this makes him slow his pace.

" Don't slow-w d-down. F-faster. P-please" you begged him, putting his forehead against yours.

" You just want me to fuck you silly, is that right?" He asked, " want me to fuck you that you won't walk out of here."

" Yes, god.. yes"

He groaned sped up his thrusts, his hips slamming hard as he moans. He watches your face as you scrunch it up letting him know you were close, he was close too.

He bites down on your shoulder as he cums, first. He spilled his seed inside of you and continue to thrust as you still needed to cum. He lets out a whimper as he continues to fuck you harder, wanting you to cum for him.

You cry out throwing your head back as you come on his cock. He smirks watching you as you do knowing he did fuck you silly, but he brings your face to his as he places a kiss on the corner of your mouth.

" You okay?" he asks, breathless still inside you and holding you up.

" Perfect" you answer him. You let out a whimper as he pulls out of you, his cum and your cum drip out of your cunt and drip down your legs. He looks around for something to wipe you off and finds a towel reaching to wipe your sensitive cunt.

" I'm sorry" he says hearing you hiss.

" It's okay, it was worth it" he chuckles throwing it aside as he helps you get dressed seeing your legs wobbly. He smirks a little at it but helps you sit on the floor.

You watch as he gets dressed too, sitting besides you and looks over to you.

" The names is Dacre Montgomery" he leans over placing a kiss on your cheek.

" Y/N L/N, nice to meet you handsome stranger" he laughs as nods.

" You too, pretty girl"

I'll never not be surprised that Stefan and Damon didn't know about werewolves being vampires for 160 years

im sorry but seeing rhaenrya covered in blood does something to me

this is too long for me to read rn so I'll come back to it tomorrow

Rooftop - Spider Man/ Peter Parker

Summary: Spider-Man finds you chilling on a rooftop on his way back home, after an unfortunate event he seems to find some comfort in you causing your little encounters to become more frequent until Spider-Man isn’t enough and you feel the need to know who’s behind the mask.

Warnings: mentions of blood, injuries. Mostly fluff :)

Word count: 17,115

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You were used to spend summers in California, the air was always hot, but it also smelled fresh, your house was near the ocean so it was lovely to hear the waves crashing whenever you and your friends had reunions on your rooftop, playing UNO or just chatting about boys, girls and the future.

And the future came. It will always reach you, until it became a present. So there you were now on a rooftop somewhere in New York City. Manhattan was fucking insane, you now understood the ‘concrete jungle’ saying. It definitely was, buildings rising up above from everything you’ve seen and hey Los Angeles had a few of those but here it was another level. The Empire State for starters, was majestic to watch, but it was even more impressive to see Stark Tower standing tall a couple of blocks down.

You’ve only been in New York for three weeks and it was just too much to take in. California was busy, yet it had a chill vibe to it, rush hour always a terror but New York was a constant nightmare when it came to commuting.

The subway was okay though, it was fun and different, always an adventure. The bus was good too, but it always took too much time to get you places. So you mostly walked. You heard that the city was also dangerous for a girl to be walking at night and alone but you had never felt unsafe, well maybe it was because you had only been there three weeks anyways, not much to compare it to.

Sneaking into places was way easier in New York city, that was a must. Not because you liked to steal nor do crazy stuff like that, but you had a thing for rooftops, terraces or whatever you wanted to call them. Every single one of them had a different vibe and the view never the same.

In California though, it was hard, people had cameras and alarm systems always on, ready to deafen you if you ever got too close. Which you did, and even then you had only been caught once; it was an empty home, they were selling it, so you thought ‘fuck it, no one will know’ but oh they did.

Weirdly enough the police came fast and you barely had time to hide but the cameras caught you and your mom had to pick you up at the police department. Was it a crime to trespass? Of course. Did you care? Absolutely no. Still, since that incident, you developed skills to do what you needed to fill your desires.

Fortunately enough the concrete jungle population cared less about rooftops, so the fire escape stairs were usually open in case of any emergency, of course. Leaving free space for crazy girls with a weird fixation with watching the sunrise and sunset, the stars and the city skyline from cute or either horrible rooftops.

What’s that thing they say about “third time’s a charm?”

Well, you confirmed it that night, the night you turned exactly three weeks living in New York. Sultry air, you felt like asphyxiating once you climbed the fire escape to one of the loveliest rooftops your eyes had seen. You could tell the people that lived there were plant lovers, and used the space thoughtfully, with a variety of veggie based plants to a few pots with roses and peonies growing in different shades. The sudden swirls of wind only made it dreamier with the smell of sweetness from such flowers.

Sighing deeply your butt landed on an old cushion you found. There was no point in worrying about who had sat there before or if it had been under acid rain or rays of outer space guns, it was better than nothing. Your backpack had a full buffet ready to be eaten. A container full of fresh lemonade, a tupperware with sliced strawberries, a few choco-chip cookies your new roommate bought that morning and a bag of Doritos were looking at you expectantly.

The skin of your bare arms and your forehead was shining slightly with pearls of sweat. You had walked for about fifteen minutes until randomly choosing the building you wanted to explore. The wind wasn’t very frequent but it was nice when it brushed against you.

You munched the strawberries, the music of your phone making you company. You had a special playlist full of songs that were worth listening to while the city was only illuminated by artificial lights and colors washed over the streets from blue lava lamps, Time Square or some weird neon light signs offering tattoos at half the price.

Radiohead was soundtracking your night, drinking lemonade while admiring the sky, no stars could be seen, of course you didn’t expect any less from such place. As well as you were not expecting to see a figure crashing a couple of steps from you.

You snorted, the lemonade came out from your mouth and your nose, making you cough and sneeze a couple of times before you heard the dude in red and blue groan. His hand went to his stomach while the other held him half up on his elbow.

“Karen, how bad is the damage?” you froze in your spot wiping the traces of liquid over your chin and neck.

“You have a broken nose as well as splintered ribs. Should I call Mr. Stark for you?” A voice sounded so clear you only watched the scene develop in front of you in awe, Thom Yorke was suddenly very quiet too.

“No! no, it’s fine, I’m fine, I’ll just rest for a second.”

“Your left web shooter is malfunctioning as well Peter, you still have a twenty minute swing to your place.”

“I know, I know, just… sshh…” the dude was now fully lying on the floor. He didn’t even acknowledge your presence.

“Peter, I should call Mr. Stark your oxygen levels are low.”

“Karen please-“

“WHAT THE FUCK!” your squeal made Spider-Man do a flip but he wobbled down to one side.

“Shit, you scared me, how long have you been there?” his voice sounded so high pitched. Even under his mask. “Fuck, oh god. Miss I’m sorry, you- if you heard any of that, I beg you to not say a word about it.” he grunted again on his knees.

“Oh, oh you are Spider-Man, like the real one, the one on the T.V. Fuck this is so crazy, oh my god.”

Under the hero’s current spot a dark puddle was starting to form. Instinctively you got closer to him. He stepped back faster than you thought possible.

“Sorry, err, you are hurt. Do you need help?” you offered.

“No, it’s fine. It’ll heal… eventually. I hope.”

You could only imagine how bad his injury was if he was bleeding that much.

“Karen, do a scan again, where the blood’s coming from?”

“I’m not Karen..” you replied, using this as a distraction to kneel down closer to his body.

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bro looks like he just found out what women go through everyday