#'i began with a desire to talk to the dead (f)' and go from there. here is what i want; it colors what i find

[punkshort]

i know who you are | 9. the end

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Chapter Summary: Joel leaves overnight for a scouting mission. When he returns, you finally confess your feelings for him.

Chapter Warnings: language, amnesia, slow burn, dry humping, some dead bodies 'n stuff, fluff, feelings, smut (18+ MDNI), piv unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving), soft!joel, guns?

WC: 9.1K

Series Masterlist

A/N: Two things. One: I don't have the slightest clue how memory loss works and if what I am about to detail in this chapter is even plausible but if television has taught me anything, nothing is impossible only extremely rare. Two: this is the final chapter and it makes me very sad. I wish I could have thought of more storylines to drag this out but at the end of the day, I feel good about how it all came together and I can't thank quite literally hundreds of you enough for reading this each week. It's kind of insane. So, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU! Also, if anyone wants to toss some one-shot/sequel ideas my way, I am all ears. Much love.

Two Weeks Later

"Joel," you whispered, your head tilted back into the couch cushion while his mouth greedily nipped and sucked at your neck. His hips were grinding lightly against your center and you knew if you didn't stop soon, you would be in trouble. "I think we should slow down."

"Mhmm," he mumbled in agreement, reluctantly pulling his hand from underneath your shirt.

"You're lucky it's still cold enough for me to wear a scarf," you murmured into his hair. He sighed against your neck, finally dragging his mouth away and sat up on the couch while yet another movie went unwatched on the TV.

"Can't seem to get enough of you," he said with a grin, his arm stretching over the back of the sofa. You rolled your eyes dramatically but smiled, pushing yourself up and fixing your shirt before looking at the TV. "Brad Pitt's in this?"

Joel tossed his head back and laughed heartily. "Think he's the main character," he told you, and you scowled at him but he could tell you weren't actually angry.

"Well maybe if you didn't distract me every time we try to watch a damn movie, I would know that."

The past two weeks had been downright perfect. Joel couldn't be any happier. Now that things had changed between you, he craved your touch constantly. Part of him wondered if it was his way of trying to make up for lost time because you weren't wrong: he couldn't keep his hands off you. He had no desire to leave the house or see anybody. All he wanted was to stay holed up with you doing absolutely everything and nothing. He shuddered to think how crazy he would become when you were finally ready to take things further. Tommy will have to drag him by the collar from your bed for his patrol shifts.

"What are you thinking about?" you asked him, leaning into his side and tucking your legs underneath you, only half listening to the movie.

"Patrol," he answered while the tips of his ears burned red from embarrassment, like you caught him doing something he shouldn't be doing. He was perfectly fine waiting as long as it took until you were ready, but it didn't stop him from fantasizing about it. And the fact that he already knew what you felt like, what you sounded like, what made you come undone, worked him up even more.

"How are you feeling about getting back out there?" you asked, tipping your head up to look at him. He didn't seem worried but it was hard to tell sometimes.

"Actually, there was somethin' I wanted to talk to you 'bout," he admitted. "And if you don't want me to do it, I won't. I put you through enough shit as it is-"

"Spit it out, Miller," you said, shifting out from under his arm.

"Now that the snow's melted, I wanna take a couple guys and scout the area for any trace of those raiders," he began, watching your face closely. "I won't go far, but..."

"But?" you pressed, raising an eyebrow.

"But I would be gone overnight. Just one night," he assured you quickly when he saw your face.

"Wouldn't the others have already noticed anything out of the ordinary on patrol?" you asked as anxiety began to squeeze your throat. "I don't understand why you need to go out there."

"'Cause I only trust myself to make sure we're safe," he explained. "If somethin' happened to anyone 'cause I led these assholes to our doorstep, I'd never forgive myself. D'you understand?"

You chewed on your lip and glanced down at your lap as you weighed your options. On one hand, you understood where he was coming from. And if no one else on patrol or guard had yet to see or find anything strange, then Joel would most likely not find anything, either. But on the other hand, just simply leaving Jackson was a risk. And even if Joel didn't find any other raiders, he wouldn't mean he would be safe from whoever or whatever else was out there.

Joel pinched your chin and gently tugged your lip from between your teeth, making you snap out of it.

"Can I go with you?"

Joel's face softened. "No, baby. You don't even remember how to shoot a gun. I can't risk it."

Of course, he was right. "Who would you take?"

He smiled and dropped his hand. "Tommy. Neil. George. Couple others offered, too, but I'm not sure how many we wanna bring. Don't wanna stick out like a sore thumb with ten horses out in the middle of the woods."

You relaxed a bit knowing he would be going with some of Jackson's most seasoned patrolmen.

"Okay," you agreed softly. His face lit up and he leaned forward.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," you sighed, looking over at the TV as the credits began to roll. He hooked a finger under your chin and dragged your eyes back onto him.

"Thank you," he whispered before pressing his lips firmly against yours, trying with all his might to pour every ounce of affection and adoration he had for you into the kiss. You giggled against his mouth as he tried to push you onto your back once again, but you playfully shoved his shoulder before breaking the kiss and scooting away.

"We told Ellie we'd meet her and Dina for dinner, remember?"

He groaned as if he were in physical pain and reached out for you but you quickly stood up, wagging a finger at him. He gazed up at you from the couch with his brown eyes all wide and gentle.

"I mean it, thank you. I don't know what I did to deserve you."

You blushed and bit your lip as you slowly walked backwards towards the stairs. "You can make it up to me one day."

Joel's gaze darkened and he dug his fingers into the couch cushion. "Just say the word, baby. Anytime. Anywhere."

You laughed and turned towards the steps. "Come on, we should get ready for dinner."

"In a minute," he said as you disappeared upstairs. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, trying to will his raging hard on away before standing up and following you.

You inhaled deeply, your body heavy with sleep as you struggled to focus on Joel's voice.

"Sweetheart, I'm leavin'."

With a groan, you rolled over and reached out for him blindly, your eyes still not fully adjusted to the beam of light shining in from the hallway.

He smiled and grabbed your hands, wrapping them around his neck. He felt your fingers dig into the back of his neck and shoulders as you feebly attempted to pull him towards you.

You asked him to wake you up before he left for his scouting mission, so he did as you requested but you were so warm and soft and supple under his touch that he was finding it impossible to leave.

Maybe you planned it that way.

"I'll be back late tomorrow. I love you," he whispered, pressing a kiss against your temple, taking an extra moment to savor it. When he pulled away, your fingers tightened around his neck and you lifted your chin, kissing him with an urgency he hadn't expected from your half-awake state.

"Come home to me, Joel," you mumbled, your eyes squinting at him through the darkness. He pulled an arm from around his neck and brought your knuckles to his lips.

"Promise."

It was so hard to leave but he kept reminding himself he was doing it to keep you safe. Regardless of what Tommy thought, something in his gut told him they hadn't seen the last of those raiders. He brought them into the mountains, and he was determined to be the one to finish it.

"I'm still surprised she let you do this," Tommy said a few hours into their travels. George was leading the group while he and Tommy brought up the rear. The forest was silent, save for the birds just beginning to wake in the branches above. After a long, painful winter, it was a relief to hear the first signs of spring.

"What'dya mean let me?" Joel scoffed, but when he locked eyes with Tommy, who was giving him a look that said he saw right through his bullshit, Joel grinned. "Yeah, alright, it took a little work but she understood."

Tommy nodded and went back to paying attention to their surroundings. They were officially in unguarded territory, the nearest patrol route now miles behind them. The trees had yet to fully bloom so it was still rather easy to see through the woods.

"I think you really freaked her out when you left," Tommy said, "she came runnin' to the house that mornin' in a panic. Thought she wouldn't let you leave her sight again after that."

Joel hummed and turned his head so his brother wouldn't see his smile. He didn't want to worry you, but every time he heard something like that, it reminded him how much you cared, even if you couldn't say it just yet.

"So, you two back to normal now or what?" Tommy pried. Joel shot him a look and he shrugged. "We got a long journey here. We can't talk to pass the time?"

"Yeah, mostly back to normal," Joel finally answered, shifting his weight in his saddle. He could already feel his lower back beginning to flare up. "Takin' things slow. Givin' her as much time as she needs."

Tommy nodded, reading between the lines. "Didn't look that slow the other night after dinner," he muttered under his breath, but Joel still heard him.

"She had a couple drinks, is all," he replied with a chuckle. He scratched his chin as he thought back to a few nights prior when you had draped your arms around his shoulders and your face buried against his neck for the better part of thirty minutes. It was late, all of the families had cleared out after dinner, leaving behind the adults to kick back and cut loose a bit. It reminded Joel of a time before the world went to hell. When he and Tommy would go to a bar on a Friday night, the smell of stale beer and cigarettes in the air while the patrons had to shout over a mediocre cover band playing Lynyrd Skynyrd. It was the first time in a long time he felt relaxed and at ease. He watched his brother and wife across the bar steal kisses around conversations with neighbors, grateful for a night out as Ellie had offered to babysit. He had you at his side, sipping whiskey and making a face before you switched to something else.

As the night dragged on, you got a little closer. Then your hand found his knee under the table and you tilted your head into his shoulder, quietly listening to him discuss the plan for the trip with George. He wrapped an arm around your waist but his focus was entirely on George, too concerned with the map he had spread out over the wooden table. George's wife finally came to collect him, telling him she was tired and he was too old to be trying to keep up with the younger men, shot for shot. She wasn't wrong by the way he stood up and stumbled a bit, leading him towards the door, leaving just the two of you at your table. Once you were alone, your arms snaked around his neck and you tugged him to your lips, your tongue greedily licking into his mouth, the heavy taste of whiskey and gin on your combined breath.

"You sure it was just the drinks? You don't think it had anythin' to do with Angie sittin' two tables over?"

Joel's face flushed and he cleared his throat. It shouldn't turn him on but he couldn't help it. He liked it when you were possessive over him.

"Didn't think it wise to ask," was all he said. Tommy chuckled.

The group made decent time. They had a grid in mind and they almost reached their desired destination by sundown. When morning came, the plan was they would make their way back towards Jackson and cover the northeast quadrant of the map.

As they set up camp for the night, deciding to forego a fire since the temperature was comfortable and they didn't want to risk giving away their location, Neil commented that they hadn't seen anything out of the ordinary so far.

"Not that I mind coming out here, Joel," he followed up quickly, "always a good idea to take precautions and all that."

Joel nodded and focused on spreading out his sleeping bag. "I appreciate you all comin'. Not sure if I say it enough, but I'm grateful."

Neil and George exchanged surprised looks at the unexpected appreciation.

They got an early start the next morning, and as the sun rose higher in the sky and more ground was covered, Joel began to wonder if maybe they would make it back to Jackson sooner than he thought. He really hoped they would. Even if it was just one day, he missed you. He hated sleeping without you. He hated waking up and not finding you curled up against him with your head resting on his chest or his arms wrapped about your waist, face buried against the back of your neck.

He was glancing around the forest, wondering what you were doing right at that very moment when he spotted something orange in the distance. His heart rate picked up and he whistled, catching the group's attention. He pointed through the trees and they all silently slid down from their horses. Checking their weapons, they fanned out and slowly made their way towards the scrap of fabric. As they got closer, Joel could see it was a knit cap stuck in a bush, fluttering in the wind. None of the men saw any other signs of life, each of them silently communicating with hand signals they were taught years ago.

Tommy heard shuffling and he held up his hand, bringing the group to an immediate stop. From his angle, Joel could see that the bush with the knit cap was right outside the opening of a small cave. The way the trees had grown around the rocks, it was impossible to notice it from a distance.

The perfect hiding spot.

He exchanged worried looks with Tommy before they crept closer, his rifle gripped tightly in both hands, ready for anything. The shuffling got louder and clearer and it became apparent that the noise was coming from right within the mouth of the cave. Catching Tommy's eye, he made sure to show him he was putting his rifle away in favor of his hunting knife. He always preferred a silent takedown over wasting ammunition, but just in case it went sideways, Tommy would be ready to cover him.

Joel situated himself next to the mouth of the cave while the other men, spread out amongst the trees, hid and waited. He reached down and grabbed a rock, throwing it about ten feet away to draw out whoever was hiding.

He didn't even need to see it to know what was waiting for him.

When the rock cracked against a tree trunk and he heard the telltale snarl of infected, he tightened his grip on his knife. The runner stumbled out of the cave with a shriek, jaw snapping angrily in the direction of the noise. Joel had run into his fair share of infected over the years. He knew the noise would have drawn the attention of any infected in the immediate vicinity, and when he only spotted one, he almost breathed a sigh of relief.

He took it down silently with a blade to the back of the head, then inspected the body. It looked fresh, the clothes mostly intact. The rest of the men joined him as they peered inside the cave, listening intently for any movement. When they heard none, they began to advance.

The cave wasn't very big but it was enough to house ten men. At least, that's the number of bodies they found, not a single trace of life left.

"Well, shit," Tommy muttered, kicking one of the mangled bodies with his boot. "Guess that hunch of yours was right."

It didn't exactly please Joel to know he was right, but at least it was the best possible scenario. The men were taken out by infected probably within the past week. He counted the bodies five times. Then recounted the backpacks and sleeping bags. Ten seemed to be the correct number. No one was missing, assuming the runner he had just killed was the only raider who had the misfortune of turning instead of dying right away.

They scavenged what they could from the dead bodies before trekking back to the horses.

"Keep your heads up. Don't mean there ain't anythin' else out here," Joel warned.

"The warmer weather must've thawed out some infected," Tommy mused next to him. Joel nodded.

"Probably should warn the others to keep their guard up the next few weeks," he replied. "Maybe add an extra body to the towers if we can."

Tommy nodded in agreement. The winters in the mountains were harsh but at least they saw a decrease in the undead.

"Now let's get the hell home," George said over his shoulder, the rest of the men mumbling in agreement. Joel ducked his chin to his chest to hide his relieved smile. Home.

To say you were happy to see him return was an understatement. It was closer to ten at night when you finally heard his heavy footsteps on the front porch.

"Told'ya I'd come back," he chuckled when you wrapped your arms around him, squeezing him tight.

"I know," you mumbled into his shirt. His heart swelled in his chest and he closed his eyes, breathing deep the smell of your shampoo. You both had a lot of work to do, essentially starting over and building a relationship from the ground up, but it was moments like those that made him believe everything was going to work out.

"Are you hungry?"

"Nah, just need a shower," he said, dropping his pack by the door and kicking off his boots.

"So I take it you didn't find anything?" you asked, trailing up the stairs behind him. He walked into your bedroom to grab a fresh set of boxers and sweatpants.

"Actually, we did," he began, and your heart plummeted. He saw the look on your face and quickly shook his head. "They were dead by the time we got there. 'Bout ten of 'em holed up in a cave. Infected got to 'em first."

"Oh, wow," you breathed, slowly sinking down onto the bed. "Well, at least you have peace of mind now, right?"

"Exactly," he said, giving you a quick kiss before heading into the bathroom. "Be out in a minute."

You heard the water turn on and you glanced over at the red flannel of Joel's that you slept in the night before. Even though it was clean, it still smelled like him. You glanced at the closed bathroom door and bit your lip, your heart fluttering in your chest as you thought things over. The morning he left, you wished you had told him but you were too sleepy and you wanted it to be more meaningful. Then, when you woke up and his side of the bed was ice cold, you felt the dread begin to creep up your spine. What if something happened and you never told him how you felt?

Well, nothing happened. He was home now. Safe and sound. There was no reason not to tell him.

You heard the water turn off and you jumped up to grab his flannel and scurried out of the bedroom, across the hall to the other bathroom, shutting the door.

Joel emerged a few minutes later with his wet hair slicked back wearing just a pair of sweatpants, per usual. He tossed his dirty clothes in the laundry basket and looked around. He noticed the closed door across the hall and assumed you were getting ready for bed so he slid between the sheets with a groan. He closed his eyes and took a moment to appreciate the mattress underneath him instead of the unforgiving forest floor before leaning over to grab his glasses and a book.

When you tiptoed back into the bedroom wearing only his flannel, he didn't notice at first. His focus was on the small print in front of him, blinking a few times and wondering if he needed stronger lenses when you cleared your throat. He glanced up and did a double take, his lips parting in shock when he saw his red flannel hugging your curves, the hem falling just below your ass.

You looked up at him and feigned surprise. "Oh, is this okay? I was cold-"

"Yes," he swallowed, immediately cutting you off, "it's okay."

You smiled and made a show of bending over to fix the sheets. Again, he swallowed tightly when he caught a glimpse of your black underwear and he felt his cock twitch. Before you turned around he made sure to be focused back on his book, although he was most definitely not absorbing any of the words on the page.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw you peel back the sheets and with a sigh, you tucked yourself in. You glanced over at him, admiring his strong side profile and the way his glasses perched on the tip of his nose.

"I missed you," you whispered, and he dragged his eyes from his book to look at you.

"I missed you, too."

You caught the way his eyes flicked down to your chest where you purposely left two buttons undone so you exposed a little bit of cleavage.

"What are you reading?" you asked, and he laughed through his nose.

"I've got no fuckin' idea."

In a flash, his book was discarded and you were in his lap, your mouth hungrily devouring his as he carefully removed his glasses and tossed them to the side. He wrapped both arms around you and held you close to his bare chest, his tongue licking past your teeth eagerly.

"You look so fuckin' good in my clothes," he growled, sounding as if it pained him before biting at your jaw.

"I wore your shirts the whole time you were gone," you admitted, rolling your head back and grinding down on his hips. You bit your lip when you felt how hard he was already. "Almost the whole week. I slept in your bed and-"

"Fuck," Joel groaned, grabbing your face with both hands and feverishly plunged his tongue into your mouth. You moaned and grabbed his shoulders, the intensity behind the kiss growing too hot. You could feel yourself tumbling, free-falling into the abyss with the unspoken words sitting heavy on your tongue, hoping Joel would be there to catch you.

"Wait," you gasped, pulling away, but only a little. Your forehead still rested against his as you both panted for air.

"I know, I'm sorry-" he was about to apologize for taking things too far when you cut him off.

"Do you remember all those months ago when I asked how I fell in love with you?"

Joel nodded. "Yeah."

"Do you remember what you said?"

He tilted his head back, lips parted as he gazed up at you, wondering why you were asking him those questions in that moment.

"Yeah," he replied slowly, "I said you're gonna have to wait to find out."

You bit your lip and with a shaky hand, you traced one of the wrinkles next to his eyes. "Well, I found out."

His chest stilled, breath caught in his throat as he processed your words. His eyes roamed over your face, hoping and praying he wasn't misunderstanding. When you saw him nervously swallow, you smiled.

"I love you, Joel."

His eyebrows pinched together and before you could see the tears welling up in his eyes, he pulled you down for another searing kiss. This time, he went slower. He savored every second, he memorized everything he possibly could about that moment because the way you made him feel hearing those words was unlike anything he ever experienced and he didn't want to take a single second for granted.

"I love you, too," he choked. He could feel you smile against his lips when he pressed his mouth against yours again. "Fuck, I love you so much," he mumbled, his hands falling to your hips, "I'd do anythin' for you."

Your mouth latched onto his throat and you dropped your hand between your bodies, your fingers lightly stroking him through his pants. And once again, you felt his muscles stiffen and freeze.

For a moment, the self-doubt crept in. What if he didn't want to? Was he too tired? Was he not ready? Then his hand covered your wrist and you watched as he slowly dragged your hand up and down, showing you what he liked. Encouraging you to continue. So you did.

His head tipped back against the headboard with a sigh and he squeezed his eyes shut, removing his hand and letting you take control. He wanted - no, needed - you to call the shots. You needed to take it as far as you wanted to take it.

When your fingers dipped below his waistband, he tensed.

When he finally felt your soft touch on his cock, he groaned.

It was better than he even remembered. His eyes were still closed as you worked him up and down, the arousal pooling between your legs the longer you spent just feeling him and not seeing him.

"I want you," you whispered in his ear, and his hips jolted as he whined against your shoulder. You wanted him.

When he opened his eyes, he looked absolutely wrecked. You could see that he was trying his best to hold back, trying his best to make sure you were comfortable, that you weren't feeling pressured, that you really wanted it.

But when you sweetly whispered please, Joel, he didn't hesitate. He flipped you onto your back and pulled hastily at the buttons of his flannel while he cemented his mouth against yours. Your hands drifted to his hair and back, pulling and scratching as you went while he finally flung open the shirt. He instantly latched his lips around your nipple, making you moan and arch your back underneath him.

"So beautiful," he mumbled against your chest. "Tell me again."

You smiled and peered down at him. "I love you."

He breathed a sigh of relief, his exhale fanning over your skin, making your nipples tighten. His rough hands slid down your stomach, thick fingers splayed wide, trying to touch as much of you as possible at once.

You could hear your heartbeat thrumming steadily in your ears when he dipped his fingers below the elastic of your underwear, a deafening sound that made it hard to focus but when he slid a finger slowly through your arousal, your senses suddenly sharpened. The house could have been on fire but you never would have known because all you could focus on was him.

He dragged his open mouth across your chest, teeth grazing over your collarbone, tongue flicking out and tasting you as he went. His lips puckered and sucked at your skin as he pet gently at your entrance, making you squirm with need and tug impatiently at his hair. When he pulled his hand out of your underwear, you made a frustrated little noise that made him smile. He popped his finger into his mouth and you watched, struggling to breathe, as his eyes fluttered closed and he moaned like he had just slipped into a warm bath after a hard day.

"God, I missed that," he whispered, and the look on his face made you actually believe him.

"Joel..." you breathed, plucking feebly at the waistband of his sweatpants.

"Lemme just make you come on my mouth first," and before you could respond, he was shimmying down between your legs and tugging off your panties. When you glanced down and saw how good it looked with his head between your legs, you relaxed and leaned back. How could you argue with that view?

"Oh," you sighed when his tongue first slid through your folds. You tipped your head back and closed your eyes, allowing your muscles to melt under his touch. His hands held your thighs open but he didn't need to bother. There was no possible way you would do anything to stop him. Not when he felt so good, taking his time and expertly lavishing your core with his tongue. And perhaps he was an expert. At least when it came to you, he had five years of experience to fall back on. He surely must have figured out what you liked in all that time.

Your breath was growing ragged and you could feel the heat creeping up your chest. He pressed the backs of your thighs, pushing your knees up towards your chest so he could devour every inch of you, eating messily at your cunt. You pulled your knees back and hooked your hands around each one, your thighs becoming too shaky to hold open with your own strength.

It was a combination of his lips wrapping around your clit and the deep groan that rumbled through his chest that made you come undone the first time. Instant relief flashed through your body and you released your knees, letting your legs fall limply onto the quilt while he eagerly cleaned you up with his tongue.

When he sensed it was too much, he began peppering kisses along your inner thighs, murmuring praise into your skin as he went. You opened your eyes and peered down at him, your breath getting caught in your throat at the sight. His mouth and beard were glistening with your slick, his own eyes remained shut as he mindlessly nipped and kissed your skin, but even from your angle you could see him rutting his hips into the mattress, looking for any amount of friction to relieve the ache.

You reached your arms out to him and he inched up but stopped at your stomach. He sighed and rested the side of his head against your belly, listening to your breath evening out as he closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around your waist. It took you by surprise that he wasn't immediately jumping at the chance to chase his own release when it was clear just a moment before he was dying for it. You glanced down at him and smiled when you saw the look on his face, simply content with just holding and being close to you. Carding your fingers through his curls, you heard him hum before pressing a gentle kiss against your stomach.

It might have been that moment when you realized he was right. What you had was special and rare. You could feel it in your bones, the way a look or touch sent a jolt right through you. The way you felt drawn to him, even from the very first day of your accident, you could sense something in him. You had no idea at the time what it was, but you were beginning to understand now.

"Joel?" you whispered, worried he might have somehow fallen asleep. Then you felt it. The first hot teardrop hit your skin and your heart clenched. "C'mere," you said, tugging at his shoulders. Begrudgingly, he obeyed. And after his arms loosened and he unpeeled his wet face from your belly, you saw the anguish in his eyes. All watery and wide and guilt-ridden.

"I don't deserve you," he said softly, his voice breaking a bit as you cupped his jaw. "Never did and definitely don't now. Not after everything I've done. Don't deserve your forgiveness, let alone your love."

You shushed him and pressed your lips tenderly against his, your thumb wiping away his tears as they fell.

"Don't tell me who I can and cannot love," you said, taking his chin in your hand and giving it a firm shake, like you were punishing him. He chuckled thickly through the tears.

You pulled him down by the back of his neck and kissed him slower, your tongue just barely dipping into his mouth. He groaned when you began to plant wet kisses along his jaw and you noticed with pride that his chest was rising and falling faster than usual while his hips ground into yours.

"Love you s'much," he almost sounded drunk, the feel of your mouth over his skin clouding his mind and mushing his words together.

"Yeah?" you asked before sucking a bruise where his jaw met his throat. "Then show me."

Joel kicked off his sweatpants and boxers with a grunt but when you went to remove his flannel from around your shoulders, he stopped you.

"Leave it on."

Your cheeks flared with heat at the way he looked at you and all you could do was nod and bite your lip.

It felt like time stood still when you first felt him enter you. Like nothing else in the world mattered outside of those four walls. He held your gaze and your fingers dug into his back, each of you savoring the stretch with your mouths hung open, the only sound was the occasional sharp little breath or gasp from one or both of you.

You could see it in his face again and you had a feeling you mirrored his look. It was too intense. Too overwhelming. So much had happened that led up to that moment: all the fear, sadness, laughter, arguments, long talks and shared traumas came crashing down at once. A tear slid down your cheek right when his hips came flush with yours and he leaned down to kiss it away.

"You okay?"

You nodded and wiped another tear away with the back of your hand.

"It's just a lot, y'know?" you sniffled, hoping he understood. And he did.

His eyes glistened and he smiled, his fingers brushing away a few stray pieces of hair from your face. "I know. We've come a long way."

"Yeah," you whispered, blinking back more tears. Your fingertips traced his bottom lip, your eyes flickering around his face, taking in every little crease and dimple. "Kiss me."

He did as you asked, kissing you slow and deep, matching pace with his hips. Your fingers dug into his arms, holding onto him, keeping him close. His hand pushed his flannel back, exposing one of your shoulders while your head tilted back into the pillows, momentarily breaking away for air. You moaned softly when he began to grind his hips against you, providing your clit with some much needed stimulation while he dragged his mouth down the column of your throat and across your collarbone. When he sunk his teeth gently into your shoulder, he felt you clench around him and gasp.

How's that feel?

Do that again.

Tell me you love me.

I love you.

Those sweet, desperate whispers were shared, breathed into each other's mouths, every word dragged out, every touch deliberate and slow. Neither of you in the mood to rush a thing as your fingers tightly laced together next to your head.

His other hand skirted around your back and under his shirt, palm pressing against your spine, pulling you closer to him, if it was even possible. He flexed his hips and you groaned when the tip of his cock hit a spot that had your entire body buzzing.

"Right there," you whimpered into his neck, brows pinched together and stomach tightening as you concentrated on the fire being stoked deep within you. Every one of his powerful thrusts was adding fuel to the flames. Your skin was slick with sweat and you began to regret keeping his flannel on.

"I know, baby. I remember," he whispered, tightening his grip on you. "Fuck, y'feel so good, I can't-"

"Don't stop! Please, Joel, more," you begged, tears welling up and spilling down your cheeks the closer and closer he pushed you to the edge. Your thighs tensed around his waist and his lips kissed the tears away and when you came, crying his name into his skin, he soothed you. He told you how much he loved you, how much he missed being so close to you, reminded you he was right there, that he had you and everything was okay.

Moments later, you felt his body tremble and his hips stutter. In a haze, you loosened your legs from around his waist. His lips captured yours frantically, fast puffs of exhale fanning over your cheek as he got more and more lost in chasing his climax. Your shaking fingers reached up to get tangled in his hair, ensuring his mouth remained firmly planted against your lips, muffling his groans and garbled versions of your name and I love yous, swallowing everything down until he yanked his hips away, spilling himself all over your stomach.

You both broke the kiss and looked down between your bodies, watching as each weak thrust painted your skin with more and more of his release until he finally stilled and shuddered.

After he finally forced himself to stand, he cleaned you up and slipped back into bed, one of his legs sticking out from underneath the covers, still slightly panting for air. You curled into his side, his arm wrapped around you, pulling you snug against him, his nose getting buried in your hair as you listened to each other's breaths even out. You quietly told him about a wound you stitched up at work all by yourself the day before and he told you how proud he was of you. You listened to him tell you a little more about his trip, how relieved he felt now that he confirmed with his own eyes Jackson was safe. At least, for the time being.

The last thing you remembered was him telling you how much he hated sleeping on the ground and how much he missed you while his knuckles soothingly dragged over your stomach but all you could think about was the warm glow that radiated from your skin and the delicious soreness between your legs as you drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, you heard birds singing outside your window. You smiled before you even opened your eyes. Spring was coming. You always loved spring. Something about it made you hopeful and calm, and that morning was no exception.

You awoke still wrapped in his arms and his flannel, your cheek pressed against his bare chest, one of your legs slotted between his, enjoying the peace and quiet the morning brought.

"I thought you died," you admitted quietly once he woke, your fingertips tracing over the scar above his hip. "When you didn't come back that day, I was so worried. So scared my last words to you were something cruel and hurtful."

He hummed and said, "Oh darlin', I'm so sorry," then kissed the top of your head.

"Don't be. In a way, it helped me realize how much I care about you," you replied, lifting your chin from his chest to glance up at him. He always looked way too handsome in the morning. It was hardly fair. "Made me realize I couldn't live without you."

He grinned and rolled his shoulder, stretching out his sore muscles. "Well, if that's all it took, why didn't you say somethin' sooner?"

You giggled and looked back down at his scar, the smile slowly slipping from your face the longer you looked at the pale jagged edges marring his bronzed skin. "God, that day you didn't come back, though," you continued, your brow furrowed as you thought, "I had the worst pit in my stomach. Almost like I knew something was wrong, you know?"

He nodded and closed his eyes, letting you talk, completely at ease listening to your voice.

"It probably didn't help I had woken up that morning from the worst fucking nightmare."

"What nightmare?" he asked sleepily.

You chuckled when you thought about it.

"It's not really funny," you explained, rolling off of him and onto your back, pulling his flannel closed as you moved. "It had started out just like this, actually. It was morning, we were in bed and we were talking... about death?" you said the last part as if it were a question. "I was asking you if you believed in heaven and I told you I was afraid we were going to hell." His eyes snapped open and he quickly rolled his head to look at you, waiting for you to continue. You laughed again and shrugged. "I guess it felt like a premonition or something. Really freaked me out, it felt so real."

"What else?" he asked excitedly, sitting up. You looked up at him and cocked your head to the side.

"What do you mean?"

"What else do you remember? From the nightmare?"

"Oh," you said, pushing yourself up so you were also sitting. You stared at the wall blankly as you thought about it. "You told me we aren't bad people, and even though I told you we had done bad things, I believed you. Then..." you felt your cheeks flush and he sat forward eagerly.

"Then what?" he urged, and when you looked at him again, any trace of playfulness was gone.

"Then... it got a little dirty but I woke up before anything happened. But I do remember you were on top of me and you said-"

"This is heaven right here?" he finished for you, and you looked at him in surprise.

"Yes! How did-"

"That was no nightmare, honey. That happened," he told you, his voice rising. He thought his heart was going to explode, it was racing so fast.

"What?" you whispered, but Joel was already jumping out of bed and tugging on his boxers.

"C'mon, get up! We gotta take you to see Nick!"

"Wait," you said, buttoning up his flannel as he flew around the room, grabbing new clothes for you both. "Joel, this was a month ago, what will going to see Nick do?"

"I-I-I don't know! But we gotta tell him. Maybe there's somethin' we can do if we know you're capable of -"

"Joel, sit down," you said, cutting him off. He froze, having just tugged on a shirt but his jeans were still left unzipped and unbuttoned. You stared at him until he took the few steps towards the bed and sat down on the edge. "I'll talk to Nick next time I'm at work, but I don't want to barge in there and take up his time. You know this is out of his area of expertise."

He looked disappointed but he knew you were right because he finally nodded in agreement and bit the inside of his cheek while he stared at the floor. You put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed, drawing his attention back onto you.

"It doesn't matter, anyway," you said softly. "If my memories come back, then they come back. If they don't, they don't. All that matters is this... right?" you asked, inching closer to him and resting a hand on his thigh. He smiled and enveloped your hand in his.

"Yeah, you're right," he said, staring down at your conjoined hands for a moment. "You wanna go get some breakfast? Maybe talk 'bout it a bit more?"

"Sure," you replied, then leaned forward, kissing him tenderly before standing up. "I should probably shower, though. Last night got a little messy," you said, tossing him a wink over your shoulder. He smirked and watched your ass sway back and forth in his fucking clothes as you made your way to the bathroom. You turned around in the doorway, one hand on the knob, the other braced against the frame as you looked at him expectantly from across the room. "Aren't you coming?"

All the blood rushed directly between his legs and just like that, his excitement for you recalling a memory was replaced by a very different kind of excitement.

"Hell, yes," he said, standing up and shucking off his shirt as he followed you into the bathroom. He grabbed your face with both hands and crashed his mouth against yours, kicking the door shut behind him.

Three Months Later

"Can't believe I'm the one teachin' you how to shoot," Joel muttered in disbelief as you walked back from the line of trees where he had hammered a paper target into one of the trunks. "You were always a better shot than me. Almost better than Tommy, and he was in the goddamn Army."

You laughed and shook your head, still finding it difficult to believe that you ever shot a gun before. From what you remember, you were always afraid of guns growing up.

"Maybe I'm a natural, then."

Enough time had passed and the weather had gotten warm enough where you decided it would be beneficial to re-learn how to shoot. You didn't plan on going back to patrol, but in the world you lived in, it was an important skill to have.

You sat down next to Joel on the fallen tree trunk in the middle of a small field about two miles away from Jackson. He picked up each one of his guns and inspected them, making sure they were clean so there wouldn't be much kickback.

"Have any dreams lately?"

You sighed and shook your head. "Just the one about Ellie, and that was over a month ago."

When you woke up one morning from a dream that felt all too real, you shook Joel awake to tell him about it. It was a simple dream, but it felt intense. You had dreamed Ellie sat you and Joel down at the kitchen table, and full of nerves, explained that she was seeing someone. Someone she cared about deeply. You seemed to catch on quicker than Joel because the conversation lead to where Ellie had to point blank explain to him that she was dating another girl. He seemed surprised but not overly shocked, and when he shrugged it off and still maintained that his only concern was her partner treating her right, her face broke out into a huge smile.

After he confirmed it was a memory, you agreed to see Nick. He didn't end up having much insight on what spurred your sudden recollection that day, just as you expected. But much to your surprise, Joel was perfectly calm. In fact, he made a point of thanking Nick and you even saw him smile at the other man.

And it wasn't just Nick you noticed his demeanor changing toward, either. When kids playing in the street bumped into him, he laughed and waved them off. When Jesse proposed to his girlfriend, Joel was one of the first in line to give him a hearty handshake and wished them well.

You weren't sure if his behavior changed because you were so revolted by it in the beginning, or if he was just happier in general, but you didn't complain.

"Alright, so which one d'you think we're gonna use from this distance?" he asked after he showed you his revolver and then his rifle, explaining the difference between each: how they handled, when to use them, when not to use them, and then finally, how to load and unload them.

You gave him a blank look. "The rifle, Joel. I'm not a complete idiot. I've seen movies."

He grinned and holstered his revolver.

"Good girl. Beauty and brains," he said, and you rolled your eyes.

"Don't start."

"What?" he asked innocently.

"Don't start flirting with me. You'll distract me and I want to take this seriously."

"I ain't flirtin' with you."

"Yes, you are!"

He laughed heartily at your frustrated little pout. "Can you blame me? You're so goddamn cute."

"Joel..." you whined, and he held up both hands in defeat before picking up the rifle.

"Alright, alright. Lemme shoot off a few rounds and you watch my form, okay? Watch my shoulders and where my hands go."

"Okay."

You observed him as he took aim at the target, nearly hitting the bullseye but not quite.

"You wanna give it a shot?"

"Pun intended?"

He grinned and held out the rifle, so you grabbed it and sunk down to one knee, resting your elbows on the tree trunk as you tried to imitate his posture.

"Like this?"

"Mhm," he said, "now take a deep breath and squeeze the trigger nice 'n slow."

Doing as you were told, you inhaled and blinked a few times, making sure your vision was clear and your eye was on the prize. Pursing your lips, you slowly exhaled and squeezed the trigger - only to miss hitting the target entirely.

"Shit," you grumbled, sitting back on your heels.

"You got spooked by the kickback," Joel said, "try again, but this time try not to flinch."

You shouldered the rifle and took aim, once again taking a deep breath and focusing on the little yellow circle in the middle of the target. When you fired off your second round, doing your best not to flinch, you clipped the edge of the paper, but you were no where near the center.

"Goddamnit!" you yelled angrily. Joel chuckled and crouched behind you.

"Here. Lemme help you."

He wrapped his arms around yours and pressed his chest against your back, his hands coming to rest on top of yours as he made some minuscule adjustments to your posture.

"Y'gotta be gentle, see?" he whispered in your ear. Your eyelids fluttered but you managed to nod. "Gotta be patient. Don't let her scare you. Think of her as an extension of you. Like another arm."

"Her?" you teased.

He chuckled, his breath puffing against the back of your neck. "Yeah. Her. I'm respectful and careful with all my girls."

"All?" you repeated, leaning into him a bit. "How many are there?"

"Oh, tons," he said, making you giggle. "But if it makes you feel any better, you're my favorite."

"A favorite over a bunch of guns? I'm so flattered."

"Hey, now. Didn't you just say you wanted to take this seriously? C'mon, focus up," and you knew he was right so you straightened up and pressed your eye against the scope once again.

Joel stayed behind you, his hands on your shoulders to help stabilize your upper body as you squeezed off shot after shot. His advice helped a little, you were at least hitting the paper, but you weren't getting anywhere near his shots from earlier. He could see you were growing frustrated so when you ran out of bullets, he took the rifle and told you to take a break while he reloaded.

"It's okay, darlin'. It's gonna take a bit to get used to it."

You sighed and slumped forward on the tree trunk. "Yeah, I guess," you mumbled.

For the next twenty minutes, Joel coached you while you struggled to remember all his advice at once. Keep your shoulders loose. Don't flinch. Follow through. Breathe. When you pulled the last round into the chamber and took aim, you expected it to go like all the others so you stopped worrying about it and just pulled the trigger.

"Holy shit, you did it!" Joel exclaimed excitedly. You hadn't even bothered to look, so you quickly brought the scope back up to your face. When you saw the small little circle burning a hole through the paper, nearly dead center, you squealed and quickly placed the rifle against the tree so you could jump into Joel's arms. He wrapped his arms around your ribs and spun you around while you giggled into his neck.

"Told you," he said with a wide grin after he put you back down. You grabbed his face with both hands and pulled him into you, crashing your lips together, taking him by surprise. He stumbled forward but wrapped a hand around the back of your neck just as you lost your own footing and fell onto the grass, dragging him down with you.

You laughed against his mouth, still peppering kisses all over his face. He braced both arms on either side of you, elbows digging into the warm grass, smile permanently stretching across his cheeks as he soaked up your affection.

When your laughter died down, you pulled away to gaze up at him, your fingers playing with the dark curls at the base of his neck. The sun was shining over the field and onto his tanned skin, making his sparkling brown eyes look like the color of gold. It took your breath away.

"You're so handsome," you whispered in awe, your fingers leaving his hair in favor of stroking the graying stubble dusting his cheeks. He blushed and shook his head, but before he could protest, you spoke again. "I love you so much, Joel. Sometimes it makes me sad to think we probably wouldn't have ever known each other if the world didn't end."

His eyes softened and he gave you a small smile, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear. "I'll always find you. In every life, in every universe. You've got a piece of me," he tapped your chest lightly, "I don't make the rules."

You laughed and laced your fingers together with his. "Like fate?"

He shrugged. "Call it whatever you want. I already told you, sweetheart. We're meant to be together."

You pulled him down for another kiss, this one more gentle. More loving. More intimate. For the hundredth time, you mentally berated yourself for wasting so much time after your accident when you could have been with him like this, being loved and adored and cherished all along. Instead, you both had been searching endlessly for some version of yourself that you weren't sure you would ever find again. But then you realized if you never did, that was okay. Because you got to fall in love with each other all over again, and how many people get to say that?

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

Can we get a part 2 of "get off the floor" ? It was sooo good

you know what? why the fuck not.

get off the floor, m | jjk >> get on the floor, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: You order Jeon Jungkook to get on the floor. He says, “Make me.” You make him get on his knees. The exact place he wants to be and the perfect place for him.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; bratty (needy) JK; wedding guests reader and JK get a damn room because they are not-safe-for-public, traumatizing some elevator patrons in the process; public teasing; smut (fem dom!reader + sub!JK, begging, biting, marking, spit kink, f and m-receiving oral, slight degrading talk (not really), whipping JK with his own belt, cowgirl, cock-and-ball torture, edging, forced multiple orgasms) ft. a cameo of certain lil meowmeow chastising them for being horny ;)

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“Mine or yours?”

You watched him run the scenarios in his head. “Mine.”

“Ah,” you mused. “Mine then.”

He ran to catch up with your quick strides, looking just about as done with you as you had with him less than twenty minutes ago when he was laying on the floor being insufferable. Deserved. He grumbled under his breath. “Why ask if you’re just going to ignore me anyway?”

You turned and faced Jeon Jungkook, forcing him to stop dead in his tracks and almost collide with you. His white dress shirt was barely buttoned. At least he had the decency to fasten the black vest back up and haphazardly shrug on his blazer. You looked up at him, pointedly, although it was more to fluster him with the lines of your collarbones and cleavage. Instantly wiped the frown from his expression and replaced it with the struggle to focus on your face.

“Why follow if you’re against it?” you asked, completely blocking his path.

“I…” He fumbled with his words. “I’m not.”

“You’re not?”

You both stood in the hallway, so close to the lobby that you could hear voices. You watched Jungkook bite his lower lip, the awareness that if anyone happened to walk by – hotel staff, wedding guest, random patron – would bear witness to you slowly backing him into the wall, expression unchanging, until your chest was pressed against his chest, the smooth curve of your breasts brushing against his bare skin.

You narrowed your eyes.

“You have another thing coming if you think you can take advantage of me,” you breathed. Slowly and with venom.

He seemed genuinely shocked. “No way.” His youth shone through despise his mature appearance. “I want you to take advantage of me.”

You raised an eyebrow.

Jungkook seemed to realize that he blurted out his secret desires a little too loud. His ears began to singe bright red. He tried to raise a hand to cover his face. You slapped it down. He whimpered, pressing his lips together so that only you could hear it vibrating from his chest to yours. You saw his eyes dart about to check if anyone was around.

You grabbed his chin with three fingers, dragging his face back down.

Dark brown orbs shaking, his pink lips parting as you forcefully brought attention back to you. You leaned in, your lips moving against the side of his open mouth, whispering to his lip piercings.

“Then why your hotel room?” you asked rather calmly.

Hesitation. Then voices seemed to be moving towards you both. Panic. Jungkook attempted to escape your grasp, but you gripped his chin harder and shoved your torso into his, stepping between his legs to imprison him against the wall. He gasped in your ear. Hot and saturated with desire. You began to slide your thigh up between his and Jungkook couldn’t speak fast enough, his hands finding your hips and trying to keep you away from his growing erection lest he lose his common sense and give in to all he wanted.

“I wanted to see you in my clothes after,” he whined, squeezing his eyes shut to avoid your stare. “In only one of my t-shirts… And… M-Maybe we could s-share in a b-bed – please, s-stop… I can’t–”

You backed away.

He had not even registered your body heat left until a second later, bolting upright as a group of women turned the corner. Other wedding guests in fine dresses and holding cute colorful purses, deeply engrossed in conversation and fits of giggles, heading to the restrooms presumably to freshen up. You were already walking the opposite way, towards to lobby and the elevators.

You couldn’t help but smirk as you heard Jungkook bolt into a run to catch up.

Careful of your skirt, you stepped into the metal box with a few other hotel guests that seemed unrelated to the wedding. The doors began to close. A tattooed hand smacked the edge of the metal and the elevator stuttered, opening back up again to a red-faced Jungkook in a three-piece black suit with his white dress shirt half-open suddenly confronted by a scattering of startled faces.

And your enigmatic smile.

He weakly apologized and slunk into the elevator.

Now everyone was trying not to make eye contact with you both.

You tugged on the hem of his blazer and pulled him closer to the corner. He could do nothing but obey. From this angle, the rest of the elevator couldn’t see your expression due to his broad shoulders crowding you. Only Jungkook could. He, however, had a harder time of hiding, due to his height and his slicked-back black hair. The elevator carriage began to rise. You spotted him reaching up to smooth back a few stray strands in attempt to disguise previous dishevelment.

You raised your hand.

Jungkook’s dark eyes shot towards the action, warning you and mouthing, “Don’t.”

You traced the line of his pecs. His jaw clenched. You broke into his personal bubble to murmur, “What floor was the hotel room on again?”

Confusion clouded his features. His hand slid to the back of his head. The doors were opening and a few people stepped out. The rest were subjected to the sexual tension brewing in a corner. You smiled up at him, as innocently as a trickster could. Jungkook raised his other hand, probably to point to you to wordlessly ask what floor your room was on, but you scooted forward, grazing hip to hip, causing his hand to ghost your ass. Scarlet alarm rushed to his cheeks.

Your fingertip snuck closer and closer to his nipple.

His right arm dropped hastily and he mashed the button for the nineteenth floor, trying to push your hand down, inadvertently causing your nail to scratch against his already-erect nipple.

It seemed to take everything in him not to moan.

The doors slid open to the tenth floor and another couple hurried out. You gave Jungkook the devil’s smile. He glared at you. And shifted awkwardly. You glanced down. Then back up. He was trying not to look at you while also staring down your chest. Or maybe at the bulge in his slacks.

You paused as you felt his hand settle on the small of your back.

Now when your eyes rose, his did too. Somewhat uncertain. You didn’t move away. He seemed to be searching for something. You didn’t have anything to hide, so you let him look. You saw his lashes lower. He pulled you slightly closer. Leaned in, still searching, and you let him approach, the edge of your lips faintly rising.

A harsh ping interrupted.

“I would tell you two to get a room,” a dry, raspy male voice cut in from behind you.

The metal doors slid open. Jungkook started, backing off, revealing the unintentional audience. Dark olive-green jacket. Black beanie with black hair sticking out from the back. Black track pants and sandals. The pale man was carrying a plastic bag that seemed to be full of ramen. He glanced from Jungkook to you. Shook his head and walked past you both, smelling like fresh-cut pine.

His cat-like eyes found yours as the elevator began to close.

“But I assume that is what you are about to do.”

The not-so-strange stranger’s smirk disappeared as the doors shut.

The light from the panel of buttons switched only once. The doors opened again, to floor nineteen. Only you and Jungkook were left in the carriage. He grabbed your hand and pulled you out to the hallway, practically flying down the halls as quietly as he could. You were still a bit taken aback by the cat-like man who spoke with faint Daegu intonation, but were broken out of your thoughts as you saw Jungkook drop his room card, scramble to catch it from the air, succeed, and then fail to have the card reader scan it because he was pulling out too fast.

Hm.

You placed your palm in front of the reader.

His hand was shaking. He shot you a lost and frustrated glance, but you simply took the hotel key and inserted it into the slot, letting it turn green before removing it and opening the door. You stepped in, followed close by Jungkook. So close his crotch hit your ass. Subtle. The heavy door slid shut, automatically clicking. And then.

Darkness.

For a breathless second, the world was completely, utterly still.

You heard his breathing quicken, as if he finally realized the implications of everything up until now. It was easy to want, Jungkook learned, but much harder to do once the miracle came true. Perhaps that was too nice of a way to put it.

His idea of paradise was clearly not heaven sent.

You caught his hand in the dark, lacing your fingers in his to draw him away from the light switch.

Your name on the tip of his tongue before you kissed him deeply.

In the dark, he hadn’t noticed your body twist, silent as a snake, slipping the hotel keycard back into one of the font pockets of his slacks, and now you gripped his hand, holding it up and out of the way as your other hand roamed his skin, sliding up his collarbone and fanning over his neck. Devouring. You swallowed his gasp and tilted your head, softly coaxing his cries as you pressed your fingertips into the sides of his neck, relishing in the solidness of his muscles and the fragility of his sanity.

“A-Ah…”

You turned your head and used your hand to pivot him the opposite way. His wispy moan breezed past your cheek. It wasn’t quite as important to be silent anymore, but darkness had the ability to hush all, snatching vision away to amplify touch and sound. Your hand cradled his head and forced him down, your lips feathering over his cheekbone.

To his ear.

You circled your tongue, tasting the curve. Jungkook’s moan pitched. You felt him fighting his blazer as you kissed his ear, whisper light, almost noiseless, licking up his neck to feel his pulse against your tongue. Exhaled. His entire body quivered. He threw the blazer down onto the floor and grabbed your hips, almost lifting you in his pleasure, bringing more of his ear to you.

You bit down.

“Oh, fuuuuck…”

His fingers glossed over the slinky fabric, one hand on your ass the other creeping up your back, stroking your skin to guide delightful shimmers up your spine. He provoked you to bite his neck. You teased him with small kisses. Wet tongue, subtly writing your name onto his neck with your spit. A momentary tattoo only you knew. He was impatient, digging his blunt nails into your flesh.

You couldn’t resist teasing.

“What’s the matter?”

His trembling breath drifted down to your shoulder.

“B… Bite me.”

You stepped forward with one leg, smiling as you felt him press back against you, his hardness slipping into the divot of your thigh and crotch. Too many layers of clothes. Just the right amount of not enough.

“I can’t,” you hummed, running your tongue over the line of his neck muscle. “What if you have someone?”

Jungkook sounded a little bit offended and a lot whiny.

“There’s no one but you.”

Before you could become giddy over that – and, anyway, nothing was stopping him from lying – you bit the side of his neck, just under his ear. And sucked.

Hard.

It was an intimacy high unmatched. Skin between teeth, digging your fingernails into his chest, dragging down, scratching him as you bruised him, feeling his embrace loosen because the bliss of pain seized him. A gasping, weak groan fluttered from his lungs, up to his throat, leaving his lips in a drawn-out, sensual song of your name, lazily thrusting up against your thigh. Sweet friction. You lashed your tongue over the hickey. Left a constellation of bites surrounding it. Jungkook whimpered, stumbling as you caught his ear with your teeth and lightly tugged, subtly repositioning your bodies.

You flicked on the light switch.

The sconces on the walls lit up in a soft, pale white glow.

You looked down and the bruises were red-purple, a lasting mark beginning to deepen in color.

Your eyes shifted and Jungkook was staring back at you, panting. His carefully done hair was getting messier with every minute he spent with you. His vest was somehow on the floor. His dress shirt was barely hanging on his shoulders, the spread collar framing the top of his tattoo sleeve. The only reason he wasn’t completely shirtless yet was because the bottom was stuck in the top of his slacks. His belt was still buckled.

You smiled. He seemed flustered by it.

You placed a hand on his bare shoulder.

“Get on the floor.”

His dark eyes glittered. He couldn’t help himself.

“Make me.”

Your smile became a little more sinister. He balked and then buckled when the toe of your heel hooked into the back of his knee, making him lose his balance. You pressed down, firmly, pushing him to kneeling position. Your heel clicked back onto the tile floor as he caught himself, keeping steady as he realized you were using his body to balance yourself.

Jungkook lifted his head. Eyes wide. Hair over his forehead.

You looked down at him with a devil’s smirk.

“I thought you said… That my suit was too expensive to be on the floor,” he mumbled in meek protest.

He tried to be cheeky with it. His deep voice fluttered like butterfly wings.

Instead of truly replying, you stepped a little closer to his spread knees. You watched him hold his breath, then stiffen as you placed your right foot on his thigh. The slit of your dress parted like liquid violet, the deep color catching the light at the high points of your hip and the top of your thigh. You removed your hand from his shoulder, thoroughly keeping him in place with your high heel, and slipped your fingers at the apex of the slit, hiking it up. The heavy scent of your arousal was inescapable. Heavy and musky sweet. His eyes dropped down at the grand reveal, then widened as you traced the edge of the leg opening of your panties.

You curved your fingers and pulled the thin fabric aside.

Jungkook was now face-to-face with your glistening pussy.

“Hungry?” you teased.

His pleading gaze shot back up to your amused expression. You held it in breathless anticipation. Then you answered yourself.

“I hope so.”

Then you grabbed his head and shoved it in between your legs.

You caught a glimpse of his lips parting, pink tongue extending, and then you felt the warmth envelop you from below. His hand slid up your leg, leaving sparks after his trailing caress. Pleasure like soft petals closing in, and you rocked your hips into his face, feeling his tongue spread your folds apart and dip inwards. His wanton groan made your body vibrate. You gave in, riding his face with your head tipped back, closing your eyes. Rather than hearing the wet sucking sounds, you felt them electrify your nerves. From bud to blossoming bliss, causing you hiss with desire, crowning his head with your spread fingers and holding up your dress with the other. Jungkook tilted his head, closing in around your clit while lifting your leg on his thigh, and now the back of your knee was resting on his shoulder, the adjustment spreading your legs further and giving him the space to press his tongue flat to rub more roughly.

You moaned his name, low and seductive, and felt him shudder under you.

You leaned more of your weight on him and he received it well, holding your legs with his hands, licking, sucking, following the thrust of your hips into his face. You could feel your arousal dripping down, sticking to the inside of your thighs and his cheeks. He moaned in his chest and it radiated through your core, crawling closer and closer to the crescendo, ah, almost, your lashes fluttering, your grip on your dress tightening as orgasmic gravity began to pull you down.

“Fuck, Jungkook, I’m going to cum on your face,” you sighed out, twisting your fingers and pulling on his hair.

His muffled whimper sent you over the edge.

You set your jaw and exhaled heavily, bucking your hips into his mouth and spilling onto his tongue, electric elation clawing up your ass and back. Your body tensed up, completely focused on the surge of pleasure rippling through you, pressing your thigh against his ear. Your hand on his head slid down, holding him in place while your rode it out, smearing your release on his lips. You could, just barely, feel his piercings indenting your skin.

You almost didn’t let him breathe.

Then you let go.

Your head rolled back. Opened your eyes to look down, and Jungkook shuddered, his hot breath warming your heat. He leaned in again. Kiss after kiss, his tongue sliding out and licking up, closing his eyes to savor your taste, sending tingles after the high, before slowly opening those dark orbs to look up at you. You brushed his hair back from his forehead to fully appreciate the view.

He raised an eyebrow at you.

You untangled your leg from his shoulder and stepped back, taking away his pleasure.

His hands slipped from your body. Jungkook was distraught, desperation flaring in his eyes, about to crawl after you, but your swept down, flourishing your right hand and catching his chin in your palm, tilting it up.

His lips shone with your cum.

He froze.

You bowed, disrespectfully, bringing your face to his level, breathing in the perfume of your sex mixed with his cologne. You raised an eyebrow back at him even though he was back to being frozen in awe.

“Tongue-tied?”

You taunted him. Jungkook didn’t have the sense or sanity to have a smartass comeback.

“Take mine,” you offered.

And tilted your head to taste yourself.

In. Out. Your tongue outlined his moaning lips and dove back in, thrusting steadily, turning the kiss messy with your release drying on his cheeks and your saliva smearing down his lower lip. You flicked the tip of your tongue just under the center. His eyes were barely open, pupils blown out, unfocused, letting you claim his lips with no regard to himself except for sucking on your tongue when you allowed it.

You heard him swallow.

His eyes rolled back, and his entire body trembled with a breathless gasp.

You drew back to admire Jeon Jungkook on his knees, his white dress shirt pooling at his wrists and waist. All tan skin, gleaming muscles, and stunning tattoos.

His dress shoes and your heels were tossed into an inelegant pile quite unbecoming of you both.

Lust did that.

“Do you have a condom, by chance?” you asked.

You gave him a little bit of shit for having one buried in his suitcase. His toiletries bag shaped with a pink bunny motif, for fuck’s sake. He tried to hide it from you, as if you would find cute offensive. Had he ever looked in a mirror? But you let him be. His occupied hands gave you a chance to free yourself from your dress. You had paid for it to be tailored to your body, eliminating the need for a bra as it was already built in. Your hotel room key was tucked into the padding of the left breast. Creativity had to happen when there were no pockets. You didn’t have your phone or wallet. The wedding had a strict no-phone policy and the meal was complimentary, so you had left your personal things behind in your room. You were careful to hold onto the cups as you unzipped. The thin straps naturally slipped down your shoulders, no longer supported by the tension. The dark purple fabric slid down your body gradually with some help from a light shake of your ass.

You stepped out of it and lifted the dress up, draping it over one of the chairs in the hotel room.

You turned and Jungkook was staring at you with jaw dropped.

Hm.

He had managed to pull his shirt out of his pants. It lay on the floor, its white crispness rumpled with impatience. You pointedly glanced from the shirt to his naked chest. He held the line of condoms with one hand, the foil packaging shining in the light. Your eyes went to his face. He seemed taken aback. Suddenly nervous. You said nothing. With a tick of your head, you bent over and slid your thumbs under the sides of your bunched-up panties and glided them down your legs. Caught them in the air as you stepped out of them.

And placed them on the hotel dresser, right on top of Jungkook’s cell phone that happened to be there.

Your fingertips strayed on the edge as you face him again.

“Oh, fuck me,” he whispered under shallow breath.

You smiled with the innocence you stole from him and advanced.

You wondered if he meant to say it out loud. Didn’t mind his little slip-ups though. His ears reddened as you stopped in front of him. You stared into Jungkook’s eyes. He held his breath. You reached low and unbuckled his belt, gently teasing it apart and pulling from the buckle. It snaked around his waist, freed from the pant loops. The last of it fell into your other palm.

With a swift flick, you drew the buckle and end together, snapping the leather loop sharply in front of Jungkook’s chest.

“A-Ah!”

He came back to life, freezing immediately when you touched the loop to his pecs. It was a smooth grain leather. Very high quality. You grazed it over his skin. Turned it slightly as you neared his nipple, brushing the hard edge over the hard nub. He moaned in your face, biting his lip once he realized his impoliteness. You did it again. His eyelids fluttered, lowering to half-moons, clutching the condoms.

From your periphery, you witnessed his other hand sneak down to palm himself.

You turned the belt in your hands. You held the buckle with your left.

The look in his eyes was divine, craving punishment.

“You like pain,” you whispered. “Don’t you?”

Jungkook gave you the faintest of nods, sinking his teeth into the side of his lower lip, revealing the tiny mole underneath.

You smacked the smooth leather of the end of the belt into his chest.

“Answer me.”

He hissed, clenching his jaw while rubbing the highest point of the bulge in his slacks. You let him enjoy it. You were too busy enjoying the glassiness of his dark eyes.

“A-Ah, y-yes… Please…”

You slapped the leather against his other nipple. He gasped at the sharpness, ducking his head and seeing the slight red mark before you closed the distance, circling your tongue around it and making eye contact. You let your saliva drip. His breathing quickened, watching your every move. You drew patterns on his tense abs with the end of his own belt as you delicately bit down. Switched begin a light tap and a hard spank, all the while kissing his chest. You folded back the belt in your hand so it was easier to use the one end, alternating hits over wet skin and dry skin. His heartbeat raced under your lips. He let out a soft mewl, and then immediately tried to cover up such embarrassing noises, only to be reduced to puppy whimpers as you repeatedly smacked his nipple before roughly sucking on it.

At this point, Jungkook was practically humping his hand.

“Take it off.”

You warmed his shivering torso with your harsh command.

“Stroke your cock while I abuse you.”

Jungkook whined, incomprehensible. He was already doing his best to undo the button. You heard the zipper go down as you straightened. You whipped the belt over his bunched pecs. He gasped, almost a scream, shoving his slacks and boxer briefs down together. You had about a half second to appreciate how hard and how red he was before he wrapped his hand around his girth, his eyes nearly rolling back into his head, and he began to fuck his hand.

His pants didn’t even have time to fall down his thighs.

You did exactly what he wanted.

Licked up his chest. Spanked across the red trail, leaving a reddened mark. You did not give in to the adrenaline, keeping each hit within measured force, switching between hard and soft, not allowing him to become desensitized. The pain was unpredictable. The contrast made each loud slap seem worse than it was. His skin turned red. His eyes glazed over. His head tilted back slightly, the volume of his moans rising, his body rigid. You wondered if he knew that would help disperse the pain, but didn’t ask. The desperate lust was making him drunker than the alcohol he had consumed earlier.

The muscles of his neck tightened.

“Don’t cum,” you warned.

“P-P-Please…” He seemed on the brink of losing it. “Don’t… d-do this…”

You waited until the last second.

Then you shifted the belt in your hands, holding onto both ends, and tucked the loop under his balls, forcefully tugging upwards.

“Drop it.”

He obeyed instantly despite the tears on the edge of his eyes. The heavy weight of his hard cock struck the belt, dipping it down. You lifted the leather to fully cup his shaft and, while holding his terrified, eager gaze, slowly crossed your hands over, trapping his cock in a makeshift leather ring with his belt.

His cock throbbed so strongly that you felt it almost dislodge your work of art.

You raised an eyebrow.

Jungkook panted, waiting for your next order.

You glanced at the dark red-purple tip. It was shiny with pre-cum. Your gaze raised. His eyes were begging yes. His mouth kept up the act.

“N-No, don’t… please…”

“Touch it,” you murmured with the sweetness of a succubus.

His fingertips ghosted the sensitive skin and he almost buckled, shaking his head. You kept your grip on the belt, preventing him from lowering too much. If he wanted to escape you, all he would have to do was back up. But Jeon Jungkook did not want to escape you. He wanted to stare into your eyes and tease the leaking head of hic cock, shuddering and melting under the heat of your gaze, his body surrendering, subservient to your sublime, stinging conquest.

His hips were slowly thrusting.

His palm was against the tip, using the dripping pre-cum to stimulate himself as his fingertips rubbed along the underside. His lashes fluttered, doing his very best to not look away from you while also almost hitting the high of rolled-back eyes. The strong scent of his pre-cum and your arousal mixed together, saturating the air with pure sex. You took in every detail of his face, witnessing his fall to orgasm.

Almost.

You relaxed your hold on the belt.

“Fuck!”

Jungkook bit back his tongue and shot you his most helpless, longing expression. Probably two beats away from pleading you to whip his dick if only for the mere chance of release. It almost worked. Those big eyes truly were your downfall. You forced yourself to step away with a slow exhale, dropping the belt with a clunk and pointing to the bed.

“Lay on your back.”

You barely got the words out of your mouth. Jungkook nearly ripped the clothes off his body. You might have heard a seam pop. You pointed to the row of condoms in his hand and didn’t have the chance to ask before he separated one and ripped it open. On one hand, you wanted to reprimand him. On the other hand, the situation between your legs was getting rather dire.

You, too, were losing patience.

You stood on the edge of the bed, carefully observing Jungkook.

Those eyes trusted you a little too much after you whipped his chest red.

You decided to trust him too.

Slid onto the bed, crawling forward with immoral intention. In between his legs. He hesitated just before putting the condom on. You breathed out over his twitching cock. He whimpered. You loved it. Your tongue extended. With each throb, the head hit the flat of your tongue, transferring strings of spit down his length. His eyelids fluttered. You closed your lips around his hot, thick cock, unable to resist a taste, pressing him to the back of your throat, already addicted to the way he filled your mouth. You thought about edging him again but your pussy was pulsating with need.

You lifted your head, whispering darkly against his wet, shuddering cock.

“Fuck me.”

It was almost a growl.

The condom rolled down and you straddled him for the second time that night, using two fingers to hold him steady before sinking down, arching your back at the slick, full feeling of his cock entering you. It was a long-awaited reward, almost making you dizzy from the finality of it. Both of you moaned in unison. His hands found your thighs, kneading them, and you could feel him watching you, drinking in every detail with his eyes as you sank down, locking your hips to his.

Your gazes connected.

You couldn’t resist.

“Say please.”

His brows knitted together. You clenched around him. The defiance was instantly erased, replaced by submission.

“A-Ah…! Please…” The way your name dripped from his panting mouth was intoxicating. “Please…”

You rolled your hips into his with a firm smack.

The pleasure was glorious, direct, shooting through you from below. You drew up and thrust him back into you, again, and again, your breathing laboring as you rode him, drawing him and you to the abyss of lust. His gaze lingered on your bouncing breasts and he reached up, unsteadily, intoxicated on this feeling and refusing to sober up, sinking his fingers into the soft curves. You exhaled hard, blood tingling, moaning softly as his thumbs ran over your hard nipples, rubbing them in time of your rhythm. His fingertips were rough in the most arousing way, adding to the sensations amplifying each other, and so you let him touch you all over, feeling the edge of your lips tick upwards as your orgasm neared.

“I told you to fuck me, Jungkook.”

With half-moon eyes and a drawn-out moan, his hands slipped down your sides. Grabbed your hips and thrust up, making you both gasp. Hard. Slow. You pushed back down and both of you built to a brutal pace, your hands on his abs, digging your nails into hard muscle, and Jungkook was losing his mind, throwing his head back into the pillow, dripping sweat making his hair stick to his forehead. Your core burned, chasing the high, your back arching as well, matching each loud obscene smack with a satisfied cry, closer and harder and skipping breaths to withhold the faintest bit of oxygen.

Searing tension overcame your thighs.

You moaned to the ceiling and came all over his jerking cock, his groan pitching to a whine as he was suffocated by the spasms. You felt your pussy pulsate, dragging you into wave after wave of blistering bliss. The exertion had rendered you airless, gasping, squeezing Jungkook’s hips with your legs while you felt his grip on your ass tighten, sinking his spread fingers into the softness.

You froze, suspended.

Dying that little death.

You were still for a good thirty seconds. His cock throbbed inside you. You lowered your head, drifting down, down, meeting a fucked-out expression and unfocused gaze.

You smiled.

There was something so dangerous about it that it broke Jungkook from his reverie.

You lifted yourself off him, causing his length to slip out with a wet slap to his lower abdomen.

“W-What…?”

You made sure he saw you do it. Your hand extended, rolling up and he begged, “O-Oh, d-don’t… Please, you’re c-crazy…” and paying his words no mind as you dropped the used condom onto his stomach. You wrapped your hand around his slippery, sensitive cock covered in lube and cum.

Held him in panicked anticipation.

“Say it,” you demanded sternly. “You know what you want.”

The reality of his fantasy devoured him, and Jungkook desperately moaned.

“Please jack me off. Hard. Fast. Don’t stop.”

You gripped tightly and let the adrenaline flow. Power surged through your veins as he flinched, groaning into the pillow, his fingers digging into the sheets. His shaft felt hot, slick, stiff. You kept up an intense, harsh pace, and Jungkook cried out, almost thrashing, loudly whining as he came again. Cum pooled at the purple-red head, foaming as you continued, rising to press your knee to his lower ribs, holding him down. He was losing his mind, too oversensitive, whining, “Please, one more, o-oh fuck, f-fuck, please,” and you reached between his legs, tactfully pinching his scrotum and pulling on his balls with just the right amount of measured force.

Jungkook howled and slammed his head back into the pillow, thrusting up into your hand and orgasming so hard his own scream was cut off.

You ceased all movement.

His throbbing cock shivered and spat out a dribble of white that pooled around your fingers. You relieved his chest from the pressure of your knee. He coughed, sucking in greedy inhales, grabbing your calf as you dismounted. You turned your head. He was incredibly sweaty. His chest was tight. He looked like he had run a hundred kilometers.

Or like you just run him through.

You raised an eyebrow at him.

“I-Is it c-crazy…” Jungkook panted, staring into your eyes. “That I… Want you to d-do that again?”

There he goes again with his antics.

“You really are a pain slut.”

His lips curved into a daredevil, open-mouthed smirk.

“I like that about you.”

His ears flustered red at your compliment. You held his stare there for another uncomfortable second – on his part – and then looked down at the messy, drenched sheets before finally returning to his face.

“You’re sleeping on this side,” you declared, sliding off the edge of the bed to wash your hands.

You spotted his open suitcase on your way to the dark bathroom. It was crammed with clothes. You bent down to pick up one of his t-shirts, a white Calvin Klein, slipping it on over your naked body. Flicked on the light and turned your head to glance over your shoulder.

Jungkook was staring at you from the bed. Big eyes wide. Jaw slack. Black hair messy and all over his sweaty forehead. Naked and oh-so-very hot and perfectly enthralled by you while also being head-to-toe trouble for you, specifically.

Yes, you thought, I’ll keep him.

You smiled with a different kind of genuine pleasure and stepped into the bathroom, hearing the hotel bed fly into disarray as he chased after you.

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[melodymunson]

Steve Harrington x fem!reader x Eddie Munson oneshot- need you tonight

2.7K words

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Steve and Eddie are your roommates. They hear you one night talking in your sleep and saying/moaning their names. They come to see if you are alright and find you touching yourself. (Older Eddie and Steve in late 30s with college aged reader in young 20s).

Warnings: some mentions of somnophilia (in a dream), double blowjob, deep throating, messy oral sex M and F receiving, and double vaginal penetration.

Thanks for beta reading @corneliuswatkins @keeryatmosphere love you both!

Having Eddie and Steve as your roommates was one of the best things ever. They could make you feel special and have you laughing with hardly any effort. They had been your friends since high school and you had gone on being roommates and going to college with them. Recently you had been through a pretty bitter breakup, but they were there with you throughout it all. Without them, you didn't know what you would do because they were your best friends too.

In bed one night, you were drifting off to sleep with only the pale glow of the moon outside being your only source of light. You had a dream about them- a dirty dream, no less. In the dream, they were pleasing you by giving you morning head and taking turns. So badly you wanted it to come true. You barely even realized you were touching yourself and crying out their names. They knocked on your door with no answer, so they walked right in and heard your sounds even louder, now feeling a little flustered when they realized your cries were those of pleasure. They left, but you heard a rustling sound and were startled- waking up from your half-asleep and semi-conscious state of mind.

"Steve?! Eddie!? What the hell!" You proclaimed as you noticed them in your doorway looking like deers caught in headlights. You were just waking up, so you were a little shaken, but not enough to turn them away.

"Sorry to disturb you, we'll go," Eddie began to say, as Steve nodded his agreement before you got up and stopped them.

"No, don't go. I knew what I was doing. I'm well aware now of the fact," you responded boldly, feeling apprehensive at first, but admittedly you knew what you wanted and you were going to act on it. You wanted them and right now, in this moment, nothing and no one would stop you. Except for Steve and Eddie if they didn't want you, but something told you they did.

Standing up, you walked closer to them once you turned on your lamp. They could now see you and how beautiful you looked in your lingerie. As they watched you with wide eyes, they were pretty amused at the sight they were taking in of you. You were drop-dead gorgeous to them and they were very attracted to you. You took hold of their hands, brought them over to your bed, and sat them down. They were both in their boxers and T-shirts. Already you could tell they were hard.

"I was dreaming about you both. That's why I was calling out your names as I touched myself," you admitted with no hesitation as you looked each of them in their eyes, which were captivating to you.

Steve's brows furrowed as you said this, and Eddie put his hand on your thigh.

"All because of us, huh? Do you like us that much? Are we that special to you, princess?" Eddie inquired in a raspy tone with his beautiful doe-like chocolate button eyes as Steve's hand patted you on the back reassuringly.

"Yes, I have liked you both for so long. I touch myself, thinking of you and Steve quite often."

Steve's husky voice chimed in

"We like you too. I do the same when I think about you."

"You do? I've been thinking about this moment having both of you alone and revealing my fantasies to you both," you proclaimed with desire in your voice as you brought their hands to your inner thighs, wanting to feel them there.

"Let's make your dreams come true. What do you want us to do first?" Eddie questions, sounding a bit excited at the prospect of being with you.

"Both of you need to take your shirts off for me, then I'll get down on my knees and please you both with my mouth," you firmly stated with no apprehension, just wanton need and desire.

"Sweetheart, we would do anything for you. We would love to share you," Steve adds as he eagerly obliges to your first demand of removing his shirt. Eddie did the same.

You freed their dicks from their boxers, eyeing each of their lengths, practically drooling now from the sight of their big thick cocks. Both of them were girthy and flushed pink at the tip. As your mouth watered at just the thought of tasting them. You held their cocks in your hands as you looked up at their faces, seeing lust in their eyes. Eddie and Steve were craving some good loving from you and your mouth was what they needed more than anything else at that moment.

"Your hand feels so fuckin' good, babe. So addicted to your touch honey," Steve proclaimed, his gaze focused on you as you held his cock in your hands and stroked him.

Eddie was feeling so hot and bothered as you did the same to his cock, getting them both to full hardness now.

"Fuck, that is a good little girl for us," Eddie praised you as he felt his balls grow heavy from your touch alone.

"I love your big cocks. Want to taste you both," you admitted in a wanton tone.

"Mmm, go ahead, princess," Steve responded with a dark glint in his eyes.

You licked a thin stripe up and down Steve's cock first then alternated to Eddie's. They loved the feeling of your tongue licking them, wanting even more from you. As you sucked the tip of Steve's cock into your mouth, you moved your hand to the base of Eddie's cock, now stroking his balls. You swirl your tongue around Steve's tip, then Eddie’s, wanting them both to get the full treatment equally.

Their groans of desperation and pleasure as they looked at you pleasing their cocks made you get even more encouragement to please them further, no matter what. It was more than just a craving for their cocks and their taste; you wanted to please the 2 men who meant so much to you. Their sounds of pleasure were your fuel to give them the head they deserved. The act was intimate, and you loved to be the one in control of the intensity and pleasure they would get.

"Just like that good girl," Eddie encouraged you as he stroked your hair and you sucked him deeper than before into your mouth. You then went right back to sucking Steve off and sucked even more of him into your mouth. Spitting into their cocks for more lube, you moaned in ecstasy.

"Don't want us to cum yet, though, do you?" Steve playfully teased you as you stroked his shaft and sucked off Eddie again.

Eddie as gently as he could pushed you off his cock and grabbed you, pulling you in close to him so he could taste your lips. His fingers tangled through your hair as you kissed, and Steve watched with eager eyes before pulling you to him to kiss you now.

"But first, let's take care of her and get her ready for us," Steve suggested as he spread your legs, noticing your wetness.

“Just take it off me. Do you want to see my whole body?” you asked enticingly.

Steve gave you the biggest smirk as he removed your lace panties and Eddie helped you to remove your corset. Their hands felt wonderful on your skin and gave you goosebumps. They were just the best. Seductive and graceful with their movements as they got you undressed fully for them. As Steve spread your legs and wrapped them around his shoulders, Eddie pulled you in for a kiss and caressed your breasts. Within moments, Steve’s mouth contacted your inner thighs, kissing and biting them gently until his mouth found your entrance and spread your wet walls with two fingers.

“Feels so good, boys. Love it,” you whimpered softly, back arched and letting them take you even further into their mouths.

Your moans grew as they pleased you, so happy to be the center of their attention. Eddie gave your nipples and breasts equal attention as Steve swirled his tongue around your clit and added suction to it.

Looking up at you with hooded eyes, Steve groaned into your pussy and Eddie sucked on your nipple, massaging the other with his fingers.

“How's her pussy, Steve? I want to taste,” Eddie begged.

Steve had been eating you out for a few minutes now, loving how you tasted, eager to please your sensitive bud. Your juices were on his mouth as he devoured you like a starved man, making you squirm and cry out for him. When he had his fill, he wiped his mouth and looked at Eddie with a huge grin.

“She tastes amazing. You can try now.”

They switched positions and Eddie eagerly fingered you, wasting no time. Now Steve could play with your boobs and he loved holding them in his hands. It was erotic, to say the least. Not only did they dote on you, but they adored you and would do anything for you.

“She's so tight. Baby, you need all my attention, don't you?” Eddie cooed as he talked to your pussy, making you laugh.

“Eddie. You are so silly.”

Eddie licked a thin stripe of your walls, loving everything about your pussy. How it felt with his fingers, how wet you were, your scent, and how you tasted. His brown eyes met yours as you looked down on him and Steve sucked your nipples, lavishing them.

“Best pussy ever? I think so,” Eddie grunted before going back to eating you out, loving the pretty sounds you made for him. He thought about how hot and sexy it would be to have you moan on a Corroded Coffin track as he ate your pretty pink pussy. You were becoming a bit overstimulated from just how wonderful he was at eating you out as Steve gently bit your nipple.

“Gonna cum Eddie,” you begged, wanting to find your release as his fingers and tongue worked magic on your clit.

“Let her cum, Munson,” Steve chided him.

“Since you've been a good girl, sure.”

Eddie went right back to eating you as your thighs crushed his face. Like a starved man, he lapped at your clit and tasted your juices. Your orgasm came crashing through you as you came moments later, crying out their names.

"Want to feel you, princess. I want to be inside of you," Eddie begged sweetly as you came down from your high.

"And Steve too. Both of you at the same time."

"You mean like one of us in your pussy and the other in your ass?" Steve asked nonchalantly, just plain curious at this point.

"No, at the same time. Double penetration."

Their gasps were apparent now, and those looks of shock soon turned into smug smiles. Steve and Eddie hadn't done this before but wanted to oblige you. They would do anything to make you happy and, most importantly, they would keep you safe. Since you wanted to feel them both and everyone was clean, besides you having an IUD, you wasted no more time getting into position. As they entered you, Steve, from behind, held onto your leg, his other hand rubbing gentle circles on your back. Eddie was in front of you, his right hand on the mattress to keep his balance as he eased inside of you grabbing your hip and holding you in place.

"She's so tight, right, Harrington?"

"Yeah. The tightest. How does it feel, honey?" Steve inquired as he filled you up to the hilt.

They rested inside of you, their brows beaded with sweat now.

"I feel good. So full."

You held onto Eddie's shoulder as Steve gripped your ass firmly, holding you into place. Eddie moved first, his cock pressing against Steve's as he slid in and out, your pussy gripping his cock. tightly and hugging it. Steve moved soon after, going slow for you to get fully adjusted. As their shafts lightly rubbed up against each other, you felt Steve's lips attach to your neck, biting down gently as you pulled Eddie's brown curls tugging on them.

"Oh, fuck so good. Yes, fill me up. Love how incredible it feels," you called out as their cock moved in tandem, almost in perfect sync.

You were their little whore now. Theirs to use and abuse as they saw fit. You wanted nothing more than to have your cake and eat it, too. The moans elicited from the three of you were practically orgasmic. Steve's balls slapped against your pussy as he got lost in the pure ecstasy of your tight hole. Eddie loved fucking your perfect pussy it was made just for him and Steve. Eddie tweaked your nipple and slapped your breast as he moved inside, throwing his head back in utmost pleasure.

"What a good little whore for us, isn't she, Steve? Letting us fuck her tight pussy together. Biggest slut, I think," Eddie chided you, teasing you as Steve pulled your head towards him and spit in your mouth. Greedily you swallowed, feeling so blissed out for them.

"She's a good fuckin' slut. Ain't right, honey? Only our slut, right?" Steve questioned through gritted teeth.

Your wet cunt made squelching noises as they fucked you, showing no mercy. Eddie was having the best fuck of his life and Steve was having the night of his life. It sure beat sleeping and none of his exes could give him this. Letting him fuck you with his best friend together was something he wished he could've experienced much sooner. Now that he had that with you and because you were roommates, it was bound to happen again at some point. Hopefully, as often as possible.

"Yes, only yours and Eddie's. I want to cum. Please," you begged oh so prettily for them.

Your clit was so sensitive and already you were going to lose control again and come undone for them for the second time that night.

"We won't cum until you do," Eddie promised you as he gripped your ass and slapped it.

The prettiest cries escaped your lips as their groans grew more in intensity. It wouldn't be long before all of you came undone. Their hot white cum would fill up your pussy, coating it with their seed. It would be a badge of honor you would wear proudly. Just their little cum slut. Eddie's lips crashed against yours as you dug your fingernails into his shoulder. Steve's thrusts were more frequent now and his cock was twitching inside of you as Eddie's shaft continued to thrust, matching Steve's pace. Even though you were being stretched out, the feeling of tightness was still there. The thing to drive you over the edge was Steve's fingers on your nipples, tugging at them and pinching them.

"Holy shit g-gonna!" You warned them before squirting all over their cocks.

"Holy fuck, she just squirted!" Eddie proclaimed enthused as your juices kept coming.

Their deep thrusts just continued as your juices leaked all over their cocks, coating them with your release. Eddie was the first to cum as he buried his load deep inside of you before pulling out gently.

"Fuck, that was amazing."

Eddie collapsed on the bed as Steve continued to thrust his cock, soon emptying all his seed inside of you. It leaked out, so he pushed it right back in as he was pulling out.

"Fuck so pretty. Let's clean you up, yeah?" Steve assured you with praises and kisses to your collarbone and neck.

"I hope we can do that again soon," you told them before kissing each of your men.

"I know we will," Eddie told you with a wink as he played with your boobs.

"I hope so too," Steve chimed in with a smile before kissing your cheek.

After everyone cleaned up, you lay there on your big Queen-sized bed nestled in between each other with you in the middle. Sleep soon overcame the three of you, but in the morning you woke up first as they still lay next to you and went up to the mirror. The message there read in dark red lipstick: 'It was not a dream.'

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[thefangirlfever]

Control freak (a Miguel O'hara NSFW story, 18+)

Summary : Miguel is a control freak but there might be one place where he lets you take control…

Disclaimer : the following story contains mentions of BDSM related content. Proceed with care and note that the acts portrayed take place in a healthy relationship between two consenting adults (as it should be).

Tags : Smut, F/M, NSFW, BDSM (very light), a littke kinky, bondage, feelings, aftercare, riding, PIV penetration, overstimulation, doggy style, temperature play, oral sex (F. receiving)

Who cares about No Nut November ?

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Everyone in the Spider society knew that Miguel was a control freak. It was pretty obvious by the way he would manage the society, handle missions and work in general. His office literally looked like a control panel, filled with screens allowing him to keep an eye on the whole multiverse, on everything and everyone. Even the way he talked and walked convey this need of him to always stay in control, to never let go off the hold he had on everything.

That’s why it was so surprising to you the first time Miguel asked you to restrain him. The two of you were already dating for a whole year and your sex life has consisted of the most basic, vanilla things anyone could expect. And you were no one to complain. There was nothing to complain about honestly when it came to this with Miguel. He was always making sure you were comfortable and satisfied, all while taking his time. This was way above any other men you’ve ever been with honestly. And if only this was just that, but he also managed to make you feel secure, loved and desired every time. The colder he acted outside, the more tender he was with you, which was a great surprise. You already couldn’t hope for anything better at this point.

And yet Miguel still managed to surprise you. You still remember vividly the day, or rather the night, it happened. The two of you were in your bed after a long day at work. Your last mission had almost been ruined and Miguel had to clean all the mess almost by himself, not allowing anyone to help, afraid this might just make everything worse. In these moments, even you weren’t allowed inside his office. But you knew that after a day like this, you would come home to find him either on the couch or already in your bed, waiting for any kind of relief.

You were sitting on Miguel’s cock, slowly grinding your cunt against him, watching how your slick arousal was spreading on his warm skin and pubic hair. The two of you were making a mess and you could feel yourself getting closer to your orgasm as his hands were moving between your breasts and your clit. You lost it all the moment he pinched both your nipples and you reached your third orgasm of the night. Miguel watched your face torn in pleasure with your lips parted in a moan of agony, still kneading the soft flesh of your sides. You slowly came down from your heights when you realized that on his side, he still hadn’t had one orgasm. When asked about it, maybe he felt frustrated about it, Miguel didn’t dare looking back at you, which was a first. The man could look at you dead in the eyes while being balls deep inside your cunt or while you were moaning his name loud enough for the whole floor to hear you, and suddenly he was acting all shy and coy. Plus, you could feel his hard-on just between your thighs. He wanted to cum, that was obvious, but something prevented him to do so.

With enough teasing and questioning, you finally heard him admitting what he wanted. His voice, almost a whisper, sounded nothing like the Miguel you knew.

“I want you to tie me to the bed.”

With your eyes widened in astonishment, you felt like you almost forgot how to breathe. Did you just hear him right? When he saw your expression, Miguel’s cheeks reddened and he said in a rushed voice, looking away:

“Forget about it. It was weird. Let’s do it like we always do.” He began to slowly get up while lifting your hips from his body. With your hands on his chest, you stopped him and gently pushed him back to the bed.

“First of all, it was not weird. Second of all, what do you want me to use?”, you asked with a grin. His cheeks were now a deep red as he mumbled:

“Stop making fun of me. We don’t have to do it if you find it weird.”

Maybe you needed to handle this question with more subtlety, since it seemed to be a sensitive topic for him. You quickly erased the grin off your face and cupped his face.

“Miguel, I can assure you, there’s definitely nothing weir about that. It’s...different from what we usually do, but that doesn’t mean we can’t give it a try…”

And that’s how you ended up once again of top of him, his hands tied to the headboard with a piece of clothes. You were a little afraid he might hurt himself with his arms brought upon his head, but he reassured you and you couldn’t deny that the sight of his arms flexing was adding a little something to the scene. Miguel found himself panting quite quickly as you rode him once again. This time he could only use his hips and his mouth. The fact he couldn’t reach you as freely as he wanted to was driving him crazy and you were teasing him without even knowing it...at least in the beginning. You leaned toward him, your breasts a few inches from his face as your thighs kept squeezing him, your walls clenching around his cock. This was pure torture as his lips couldn’t catch you, not even for a kiss. When you finally indulged into a chaste kiss on his lips before quickly moving away, he let out a frustrated groan.

“Untie me.”

You chuckled as you watched him fighting against the knot. He could easily break it or rip it. But you were the one in control, the who had the last word… to a certain limit. Your eyes met and you asked in a teasing way:

“Are you sure? Aren’t you the one who asked me to bind you?” And as you were talking, you began bouncing on top of his cock, making sure you would soon reach a new orgasm. Miguel’s face was flushed and his lips parted in low moans and grunts.

“Untie me now!”, he growled, giving you a look you’ve never seen yet. It was like looking into the eyes of an animal. His red pupils were dilated and you could see his fangs, the result of his Spider transformation. He had always been so self-conscious about these futures. Seeing him assuming them in this moment made you untie him.

Miguel quickly flipped you over, your belly and face against the bed, head buried deep in a pillow as he moved behind you and began inserting his hard-on inside your sloppy cunt. His hips rolled against yours before stammering, slapping against your back. His fingers grabbed your waist while lifting up your butt and you felt him hitting your cervix multiple times.

When he heard you moaning his name, every sound muffled by the pillow, Miguel couldn’t hold it back anymore and he pushed himself further into you, his voice almost like a growl. If he wasn’t holding you, your legs would have probably let you go. When you felt yourself reaching a new orgasm, your clit was nothing more than a poor throbbing nerve at this point. The fact that Miguel could hear yourself crying to the sensation mades it impossible for him to hold himself any longer and he just had to come between your thighs as a low moan parted his lips.

His every sensations were heightened and it felt like an earthquake had shaken his world. He knew he had to try it again with you. And so, each time the two of you met, Miguel felt himself getting bolder, slowly losing his inhibitions, just as you did.

There was just something about how he looked all tied up, all vulnerable and offered to you. Miguel usually seemed so impressive, almost scary to most people, especially considering his large frame, his height and his dark gaze. But there, with his body tied up, he had no other choice than bend to your will. And he did know how to bend properly, his body more flexible than clay, and how to make the thing last. He could have easily broken the ropes or the handcuffs if he wanted to, but he never did so. You quickly guessed that he must have been used to this, because he could stand in any of these positions for hours, edging himself until his mind went blank and still not make a sound, not even move. Since he was the most experienced, he taught you how to tie him properly, how to take care of you and him after every session.

This was what scared you the most in the beginning, the thought that you could hurt him. Nothing seemed to scare him, not because he was reckless but because he trusted you enough. No matter how tight the ropes were, no matter the number of red marks on his body, he always knew you would find a way to give him some relief. Just like that day when his hands went numb after being tied for an hour and his wrists were covered in red marks where the ropes had almost cut him. Your words and your touch had a way to ease the pain, to make it go away so easily that he found himself more excited every time, already waiting for your next session.

At some point, the two of you grew confident and comfortable enough to try different things. And that’s how after one of those long days at work, filled with only frustration and disappointment, the two of you ended up at your place. What started as a heated make-out session turned into something way more intimate.

It must have been a really frustrating day for him because Miguel was now sitting in the middle of your living room, on his knees, blindfolded and his body only covered with some thick ropes. Their intricate shapes were crossing his chest, circling his shoulders and finally were tied around his wrists on his back. His throbbing cock was on display for your more than hungry eyes, the tip red and swollen as it was profusely leaking precum. You didn’t even touch him down there and he had already made a mess of your new carpet, not that you mind, but you still felt the need to tease him for that. You were standing behind him, fully dressed, and you were whispering in his ear either the most vile thing or the most tender love words he could ever dream to hear. Not knowing what you were about to say only made his arousal grow more and more; it was thrilling.

“Miguel… you made a mess on the carpet. Will I have to ask you clean it up?”

“S...sorry…I’ll clean it up”, he tried his best to keep his voice even, but it was a pathetic attempt at this point and you could only laugh quietly.

“And how are you going to do that without your hands?” In your hand was the object of his turmoil for the past hour. It was such a small thing and yet, it was driving him crazy. How could such a simple thing have this much effect on him?

He licked his lips nervously and once again, you found yourself laughing quietly.

“Oh, you would do that? Gosh...you’re gonna make me feel real hot…”, you said while rubbing the ice cube against his nipple once again. This small thing was torturing him in the best way possible. You’ve rubbed his nipples with ice so much that they had taken a pinkish color despite their original sugary brown shade. Goosebumps were running all over his chest and the two little numbs were growing stiff, erect and sore. Their sensitivity was over the roof and your words were not helping either. You’ve teased him enough with how hot, almost obscene, they looked; how you knew they would poke through his suit the next day, showing to the whole world what kind of freak he was…

Since his eyes were covered by the blindfold, he could only rely on his other senses, increasing his sensitivity to your words, to your touch, to your scent… And did you smell wonderful in this moment! Your tantalizing scent was driving him wild. Mixed with the perfume of the candles burning across the room, he started to feel almost dizzy, disoriented as his senses were overwhelmed and incredibly turned-on by this heady scent.

The ice cube was slowly melting along his warm skin and small droplets of water dripped down his chest, his thighs and the carpet under him. Miguel was shivering under your touch and the more you were lowering the ice cube on his body, the more he leaned back against you. You could only accept him in your arms, holding him in your arms. His throbbing member was aching for your touch but you were quite not ready to give it to him. For now he would have to satisfy himself with your kisses on his shoulders, his nape and his hairline. The heats of your two bodies were mixed and the silence of the room was broken only with his panting.

When you released him from your embrace, he thought for a second that this torture would come to an end, finally. He was more than ready to pick a kiss on your lips but you were moving further, further from him. Since he couldn’t see where you were standing, he had no other choice than to rely on his other senses. That’s how he noticed the sound of a zipper opening and then the distinguishable sound of ruffled fabric. Something, presumably the said fabric, dropped to the ground. His heightened senses were now noticing a new scent, almost sour and yet sweet like honey for him as he already knew it. He could only whine in frustration as you were untouchable, out of his reach. On your side, you were quite enjoying yourself, watching him struggle against the restraints, sitting on the couch, facing him. The piece of fabric on the ground was nothing else than your pants and there you were, your intimacy barely covered by your underwear, watching him eagerly. The sight was enough to almost break your resolution and release him. But as you slowly grew into this sight, you found yourself getting more and more aroused. You pushed your underwear to the side and slipped one hooked finger between your lips. You were already wet.

The smell and the sound hit Miguel like a truck. He didn’t need to say anything. His kneeling position, how he was bending forward and the twitching of his cock were enough for you to know what he wanted. You decided to let him yearn a little longer while you kept on fingering yourself. The whimpers you let escape your mouth made what you were doing quite clear to him.

“Please...please…”

His broken voice almost amused you. As much as you enjoyed seeing him beg for you, you knew that nothing could replace him when it came to pleasuring you. Slowly, you left the couch and walked toward him. Your underwear were tossed aside and you stood there, half-naked, in front of him, your womanhood only a few inches away from his face. As he kept on begging you, you decided to put his mouth to good use and grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him closer. His face made contact with your intimacy and he released a loud moan while coming on the spot. He was a wrecked mess. You watched him rubbing his cheek against your glistening cunt, your trimmed pubic hair and your pelvic bone. He was rubbing against you like a hungry cat asking for food. You pushed his face deeper between your thighs, still holding him by his hair. His mouth hungrily kissed your sex and his lips were one with yours. His tongue digged further into your hole, sloppily eating you out. His movements were not organized or even thought beforehand; it was just his instinct that guided him, as well as his want to please you. You were thrusting your hips forward, almost sitting on his lips and he was drinking your juice as if it was some nectar. One of your feet slipped between his parted legs and lazily stroked his member until he came once again, his body shaking against you. When he reached his climax, his lips wrapped around your clitoris and pulled on it, suckling it as if he wanted to drain it. You came a few minutes after him, trying your best to stay steady on your feet while your hips rocked all over him, coating his chin and his lips with your cyprine. Your nails were gripping his scalp and you finally released him, falling back into the couch. Miguel made his way toward you, still on his knees and once again you opened his arms for him.

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The two of you were usually lying in your bed after these sessions, either talking or just cuddling, depending on the intensity of the moment. That day, you were applying a soothing balm on Miguel’s skin just where the ropes had left their marks. Occasionally you were even kissing his swollen and red skin, showing him how much you appreciated his devotion.

"You really took it well today. I'm so proud of you, Miguel.", you said softly with a kiss on his slightly bruised shoulder.

You could easily see how Miguel was flustered by your compliments. He closed his eyes and let himself get pampered, showered in love while you kept whispering sweet nothings in his ears.

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Thanks for reading. I know this might not be the most relatable BDSM related content but I hoped you still liked it.

[amhrosina]

short fic about reader comforting frank after he fails to save a girl who looks like reader!!!!!!!!!!! ANGST PLEASEEEEE (and also smut is okay with me if you want to)

Safe and Sound

(Frank Castle x f!Reader)

a/n: y'all i based this off of safe and sound by taylor swift so uhhh angst ahead

warnings: angsty as hell, canon typical frank stuff - violence, blood, etc., smut but with decorum!!!!, lmfao they do it on the kitchen floor where is said decorum???, anyways some religious imagery, frank just loves reader so much, reader sort of worships frank (who wouldn't??))

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I remember tears streaming down your face when I said, "I'll never let you go"

When all those shadows almost killed your light

I remember you said, "Don't leave me here alone"

But all that's dead and gone and passed tonight

Just close your eyes, the sun is going down

You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now

Come morning light, you and I'll be safe and sound

It was all very simple, really, when it came to Frank. The shrill of your phone in the middle of the night, tearing out of your rumpled sheets, rubbing the blur out of your half-lidded eyes and running, running, to his apartment, which was only four blocks from yours. It was so, so simple. He needed you, so you would be there. 

He was covered in blood, hunched over the kitchen sink, heaving into the drain when you found him. A mixture of blood, sweat, and tears fell from his ghostly pale face onto the counter, staining it crimson. You froze, only for a moment, only to assess the carnage in front of you, and lunged toward him, pressing cool hands to his searing skin. 

He trembled against you, clutching at your body, your skin, anything that was an extension of you with blood coated hands. His legs gave out, a muffled sob leaving his throat as his knees slammed into the tile. 

“Frank, baby, what happened?” You gasped, cradling his head against your stomach.  

In a quick movement born of a desperate desire to touch you, his hands ran the length of your body, cupping the back of your knees and tugging, sending you crashing against him on the floor. Your knees straddled either side of his legs, and he used his leverage to crush your body against his in a bear hug. 

“Frankie, are you okay?” You murmured, running a soothing hand through his hair and down the back of his neck.  

He tightened his hold on you, pulling you impossibly closer to him. A shuddering breath released through his clenched teeth before he finally looked up at you. Your stomach dropped at the sight. The warmth that usually coated his gaze was nowhere to be found. When you looked at him, you weren’t face to face with your Frank. Staring back at you was the cold, dead eyes of the punisher.  

And yet, the longer you looked, the more you could see the cracks in his façade - the ones he tried so hard to bury when he left the apartment at night. A mixture of fear and relief stirred in his dark eyes, and all at once you felt both exposed and comforted under his gaze.  

“Talk to me.” You softly encouraged, cradling your hands around his jaw. 

“She looked like you.” He mumbled, searching for the remnants of himself in your gaze. 

“Who did, baby?” You pressed him further. 

“They had a woman,” he swallowed thickly, “She was half dead when I got there. I couldn’t get to her in time.” He shook his head, briefly closing his eyes. “She looked like you, and I lost it. I tore them to shreds with my bare hands.” 

He began to tremble again, and you watched as his eyes grew watery. You didn’t gawk, or scoff, or push away from him like many people would if they knew the brutality his hands were capable of inflicting on others. You didn’t move at all, becoming the steady rock that he so desperately needed tonight. You would not balk at his rage. You would not falter in the face of carnage. 

“I couldn’t stop thinking about it being you.” His voice cracked, and the ghost of a tear slid down his cheek. “I would burn the world if it were you.” He growled, a hint of his fury slipping through his tone. His grip on you tightened as the memories of the night resurfaced. 

“It wasn’t me, baby.” You breathed, running a thumb over the stubble that had built up on his face. “I’m right here. I’m safe.” His arms reflexively tightened around your waist at the word ‘safe’, as though he had to remind himself that you were physically in his arms, the safest place in the world for you. “I’m safe with you.” You murmured, ghosting a kiss over his swollen cheekbone.  

He snaked a hand up your spine, wrapping his hand around the back of your head. For a moment, the world ceased to exist. It was just you and Frank, wrapped in each other, soaked in the consequences of his perilous night. A single tear slid down his cheek. He broke the spell between you by pulling your lips down to his in a feverish kiss. His tongue scraped against your lips, a question and a desperate plead.  

“Need you, baby.” He mumbled against your lips. And that was all it took. 

You opened yourself to him, grinding down into his lap with a ferocity only reserved for wild, untethered nights like this one. He tugged at your shirt, nearly tearing it off your torso, and groaned when your nipples perked at the cool air. His hands roamed the length of your body, and something about his gentle pushes and pulls as he explored your skin told you it was not just out of carnal lust, but out of a desire to touch every living aspect of you. A gentle reminder that you were, in fact, safe and in his arms. 

“So soft, sweetheart.” he breathed, pressing a line of kisses down your jawline and onto your neck. “Can’t believe you’re all mine.” 

“‘m all yours, Frankie.” You arched into his touch, a breathy moan snaking its way out of your mouth and into the world around you. He tugged your pants down as you fumbled with his belt, and even though he was still mostly dressed, and your pants were sitting at a wild angle on your shins, the spark that he had ignited forced you to sink down onto him, grunting through the stretch and leaning into his chest like the devout do when they pray.  

You excused the lewdness of your thoughts, though you also felt like they perfectly described the relationship between the two of you. Frank Castle was your God, and you would worship him like this for the rest of your life. 

It didn’t matter that it was three in the morning, or that Frank’s demons were spectating this joining, or that Frank’s kitchen was covered in blood. All that mattered in that moment was the way your skin felt against Frank’s. The way you moved as a unit, seducing the pleasure out of each other slowly. The way you uncoiled around him, exploding in a desperate prayer to be full of him him him. The way his low, rough moans sparked another explosion as he answered your prayers a few minutes later. 

Sweat clung to both of your foreheads, and even though there were far more comfortable positions that you could switch to, you and Frank didn’t move as your gazes met – the helpless love and worship so plain and obvious in your eyes. Your bodies remained joined for a long while, breaths and heartrates returning to normal. 

When you finally moved, it was only to stumble into the shower, scrubbing the crimson stained skin until it was rubbed raw, but clean. You both fell into Frank’s bed, the late hour and chaos of the night finally catching up with your antics. He pulled you against him and pressed a warm kiss to your forehead as he wrapped his arms around you. You had told him once that this position made you feel invincible because you knew it was the safest place on earth, and he hadn’t forgotten it. 

“No one can hurt you.” He promised, the ghost of the whisper carrying from his lips to the shell of your ear. “You’re safe here, with me.”  

And you always would be.

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[garagesesh]

intertwining your soul with somebody else

pairings: anakin skywalker & (f!)reader, anakin skywalker & padme amidala

summary: what has started as comfort has now spiraled out of control.

warning(s): sexual content, depression, pregnancy, affair

a/n: i wrote this two years ago and never published it

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It started years ago.

You were both still young, both on the precipice of the line, teetering between Padawan and Jedi Knights. Naïve and immature and both agreeing that it wasn’t hurting anyone.

It had began as a comfort, a coping mechanism after the loss of your master. Delving deep into the forbidden feelings of sadness, anger, hurt, desire. Finding only release within each other.

A mission on Daiyuu had gone wrong. It was supposed to be easy. In and out, collect the hostage and get out of there, but the force had other plans for you that day. Count Dooku had arrived and everything went to shit.

Devastation had enveloped your entire being, encapsulating you into being unable to move or eat for days. Cooped up inside your dark, messy room after given some time off by the Council. The Jedi weren’t being sympathetic, they were more afraid of you doing something stupid out in the field than actually giving you time to grieve.

So instead you watched.

You watched as life flourished and continued in the metropolis of Coruscant. Peering through the slats of your window from the confines of your mattress wrapped up in the standard issue duvet.

It was cruel, you thought watching as a family laughed in their speeder heading off to home, or a party, or anywhere. It was cruel that the galaxy could keep living, that you could keep living after someone is no longer breathing.

It wasn’t fair.

It had been two weeks before you remembered you were alive.

When he came to you first.

Making sure you were okay and had eaten something. It was what best friends did, right? Come to you in a time of need when you need them the most.

For hours there was silence between the two of you. A blank sheet of nothingness as he held you, as you both now watched the outside. Laying in bed for hours, the tears rolled onto his shoulder as he patiently sat and said nothing.

You weren't sure if you had made the first move.

Was it you laying your hand on his thigh or was it he making you laugh through tears for the first time in weeks?

He was good at that. Making you feel good.

Anakin looked down at you, surprised but not entirely by the gesture. The warm flesh of your hand against the thin fabric seeped through to his skin. You both knew then what was going to happen.

And you let it.

It was slow. Warm. Sweet, sincere, and innocent.

He stormed out of the room after.

You didn’t talk for two standard months before both agreeing that it was a mistake, hormones and sadness playing a part in the clash. Rendering you both not able to think straight.

He wanted to comfort you and it had worked.

A one time thing that would never happen again.

Until it did.

Again and again, until became a nightly occurrence. He would always come to you, never to his room. It’d always be the dead of night when you heard the door slide open, letting in the dim light of the hallway before it closed as fast and quiet as it had opened. He didn’t lead up to it anymore as he had in the early beginnings of the affair. His hand would no longer caress you. No hesitation when he took off your clothes.

It became primal.

Dirty.

Needy.

And most of all, it wasn’t love.

He’d constantly remind you of it. The impossible idea of love with him was something he screwed into your brain for the last three years.

Love was a bad word.

You knew of him and Padmé. It wasn’t so secret as he thought, as those close enough to him all knew about their own affair, but he was always worried you would say something to her. Tell her about your affair. Tell her about the way he would kiss you. Tell her the ways he would make you come undone. The way he had been inside you more times than he had been inside her.

And now the datapad in front of you held the weight of the galaxy in front of you. Eight small words crushed your entire being. Eight small words changed everything.

You were fucked.

“Not tonight.” You shrugged him off in doorway of your cabin on the Republic Cruiser you both were on, heading to Kamino for the oversight of extra troops to both of your legions.

“Why?” Anakin knew something was off, pushing himself into the small room.

“I’m not feeling up to it.” You sat down on the bunk, undoing your shoes, ready to put your swollen feet to rest.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just tired.” You waved him off.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, Anakin.” He could never just take no for an answer.

“There’s something wrong. I can feel it."

“I’m fine.”

“You can tell me."

“I said I was fine.”

“Well you’re obviously not fine.”

“I really don’t feel like talking about it.”

“Why not? I’m your best friend.” You laughed at that.

“Best friend?! Anakin, you haven’t been my friend for years!”

“I don’t understand what you’re talking about!"

“You never do!” Standing up from the bunk, you went to confront him in his face. Giving him no leeway.

“I care about you!”

“You have never cared about me!”

“I’ve always cared!”

“No.” Your voice now barely above a whisper.

“No? You’re denying my feelings? Invalidating them?”

“That’s thick! You have invalidated me as a person for years!”

“How?”

“You have used me, my body, for three and a half years! Coming to me almost every night! Telling me it isn’t love, that I am just a device for your pleasure!”

“You enjoyed it too!”

“For a while, yes! But then you came back to me married, Anakin! You continued to go behind your wife’s back. Telling me that it was okay, that she’d never know! It kills me to even look at her because of what I've done to her!”

“What we have is good.” He quieted, his voice choking in his throat.

“What we have is you clinging on to a constant release and me clinging on to you because I’m scared that I’ll lose you completely if I stop letting you fuck me every night!” You headed for the door, trying to escape him before the tears you felt rising could fall.

“What?”

“And congratulations you’re a father.” You thrusted the datapad into his chest, storming out of the small cabin.

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[creedslove]

SHARING YOU

Post outbreak!Joel Miller x f!bisexual reader x Tess

Summary: Tess can have any girl in Jackson, but she wants you, Joel's girl and the only way that can happen is the three of you getting into an arrangement

Warnings: queer!Tess, bisexual!reader, smut, mentions of threesome F/F/M, dirty talk, jealous!Joel, a little bit of voyeurism, lesbian sex, scissoring, smut with no plot

A/N: besties I don't even know where that came from, I mean, I don't even like Tess in the show let alone find her hot but I had a real dirty dream about it and the idea got stuck with me all day long

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Tess and Joel weren't a couple, they were partners in crime or, as they liked to call, at work.

You and Joel were a couple, sort of, you were in love with him, he might be in love with you, but he wouldn't admit it, however he made clear you were his.

Tess wasn't in love with you and you weren't in love with her, but she was in love with your body and after a night of drinking and flirting with you, she got the balls and went to talk to Joel: she wanted to share you with him.

He laughed. Truly laughed not believing her words at first. He thought she was joking, but when Tess didn't flinch a muscle and waited for the answer, lips didn't even twitch in a smile, Joel swallowed hard. The woman was dead serious.

He didn't understand why she wanted his girl, you were his. It was established from the beginning, from the moment he lay eyes on you, he knew you would be his, and you wanted to be his. Tess never had any problem finding herself some pussy, she often did it easier than Joel if anyone asked - not that he would admit it out loud. Even when they were back in the QZ, and now in Jackson? Of course it was a smaller community and women didn't seem so desperate for easy sex like they were in Boston, but he was sure Tess could get as many drunk girls at the bar as she desired, women who claimed to be straight but died of curiosity to try things with another woman, or even some bored housewife who would like to live a dirty fantasy. So why his girl? Why you? It was a big no.

Tess sighed and licked her lips, staring at Joel "come on, don't you really wanna see your girl with another one? We can get to an agreement… you watch. Or participate" she suggested.

And that caught Joel's attention.

So the two of them began discussing their agreements.

Joel would have to be present at all times it happened, he could either watch it or participate in it. Tess came to the point of telling Joel he could stick his cock in her if he didn't stop her from doing anything she wanted with your cunt.

And you stood right there, a few feet away listening to everything those assholes were talking about you as if you weren't in the room, or worse, as if you were their little pet.

A part of you got infuriated at that audacity, they discussed who would fuck you, on what terms they would fuck you without even asking your opinion, assuming you would just go with it. However, another part of you couldn't control the warmth in your lower belly, it was so outrageous, so dirty and yet, you felt a slick warmth in your panties. You couldn't believe yourself when you saw how turned on you got at those two motherfuckers wanting to use you as a sex doll.

But they did it, and against any better judgment you loved every minute of it.

And it became a regular thing, usually weekends, when things were calmer, work wasn't so demanding and the three of you could enjoy yourselves.

However, Joel came up with another rule: Tess didn't sleep in the same bed as the two of you did, rule of course, she often disrespected.

It just made sense to her: if Joel got to sleep with his boner poking your ass, she had the right to sleep with her pussy rubbing against your thigh. And you? Always slept safely between the two of them. You couldn't say you didn't like your arrangement, cumming with Joel was good, but it was also good with Tess, it was different, her touches were different from his, there was something about being with another woman and something about Joel watching the two of you. You knew he liked it, no matter how hard he tried to hide and pretend he didn't, it just made him hard in an obscene way and he couldn't get enough of it. Even if the sting of jealousy still bothered him, the lust was bigger and it always topped that.

He knew your heart belonged to him and no one else's, no matter if Tess made you cum as hard as he did, she wouldn't be the one you clung to at night, nor the one she would bake apple pies like a cute and docile housewife, and he liked that. At the end of the day, no matter if you were shared in bed, you were still his, his girl, his everything, and Tess couldn't get a hold of that.

He woke up in the middle of the night still a little confused as the sleep haze made his memories of the night before blurry. Or it was the amount of alcohol he had, but he didn't care, as soon as the images of you whimpering, legs spread as Tess ate you out at the same time you had his cock shoved deep into your throat, he smirked. Or when you switched positions and ate Tess out - you were quite inexperienced at first, but with time you got the hang of it. You had even confessed to Joel you enjoyed doing it, and you understood why he enjoyed burying his face into your cunt so many times during the week.

He loved the finally fuck you while you were on your knees, your hands gripping Tess's hips to keep her in place as you flicked her clit up and down, suckling on it and loving the way her pussy gushed and her juices soaked your chin.

Joel wasn't so sure about the deal in the beginning, but now he couldn't deny he enjoyed seeing you unleash yourself and act like a sexually free woman. It was hot, Joel really loved it.

What he didn't love was when Tess still intruded after everyone was satisfied and stayed in your shared bed. He watched her, hair sprawled all over her face and groaned, displeased to see her so close to you.

His hand on your stomach pulled you closer to his body, enough so Tess would raise her head and roll her eyes "I'm not gonna bite off any slice of her, you know…" she said annoyed to which he only scoffed "she's mine, you had some now get out" his voice was a grumbling purr and you finally stirred, groaning on your own as the two of them didn't shut up.

You rubbed your eyes "why can't you two just stay quiet? I didn't hear any of you complain when I made you cum… at the same time" you said.

"Because she won't leave when it's time for her to leave" Joel groaned like a jealous child.

"I haven't left because I'm still horny" Tess immediately replied and looked down at you, her hands going for your hips, stroking them softly "we could go for a second round, couldn't we princess?" She licked her lips and looked at you, but Joel's hand immediately snapped hers away from your skin.

"Come on Joel, wouldn't you want to see us rubbing clits together? The way her slippery pussy rubs against mine, our clits hard and wet, all of that… what do you say, Joel? And you, Y/N?"

You could tell Joel was a little jealous and a little bothered, but you felt another wave of lust hitting you. Enough to sit straight in bed and turn on the lamp on the nightstand.

You bit your lips and smiled "mmm I think I'll like that… would you like to watch, Joel?" You asked him, going for his neck, kissing it as your hand caressed his cheek, feeling his scruffy beard under your touch.

He sighed a little annoyed, though the way you opened your legs immediately caught his attention. Joel sat straight in bed, pulling you to his lap, if you were going to fuck Tess you would do it while rubbing against his cock as well.

He positioned you on his lap, helping you keep your legs wide open while Tess came closer like a predator. The man's fingers went down your naked body, finding your pussy lips and spreading them.

He couldn't believe how wet you already were, and it would definitely make him more jealous if he weren't already turned on by it.

"Mmm take a look at this pretty cunt, your pussy is so pretty baby, your clit drives me crazy" Tess praised, kissing your thigh and spreading herself for you to see.

You bit your lips, watching her pussy, it was so soft and her clit was big, which you found out it was a huge turn on for you. Joel's digits found your clit, rubbing it gently, using your wetness on it, making it harder and slippery.

You whimpered as Joel held your lips spread apart, at the same time Tess came closer. She was a lot better at scissoring than you were, so she always took the lead.

Approaching you, she placed her leg on top of your thigh, enjoying the fact your hips were up thanks to Joel's lap.

Her clit finally touched yours. It was hot and wet and it sent a shiver of pleasure down your spine. You moved your hips slowly at first, Joel's hands helping your pick up your pace as Tess rubbed herself against you.

If you were wet before, now you were simply soaked. The obscene sounds of your both cunts against each other's, the way your clit was rubbing against Tess and how you moaned as your orgasm approached filled the room.

You wanted to speed up the pace, not getting enough friction, so you tackled Tess back, pushing her against the mattress as you got off Joel's lap and climbed on her, fastening the pace, riding her pussy as fast as you would Joel's cock.

You were so full of pleasure, the knot in your lower belly was intense, and the moment you felt Tess's legs shake and how wet she immediately got once she moaned louder, you let it go yourself.

Cumming on top of her, you could feel your juices mixed running down her thighs.

Looking back at Joel, you smirked. His cock was rock hard, and he needed your attention now.

You would have a long night ahead of you, it was always like that when you were Joel's and Tess's fuck doll.

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A/N: 😳🪭

[gothprentiss]

another thing. i'm tired ignore me or whatever. it's like-- the post is like "go read the words of women if you want to truly understand the medieval status of women, e.g. christine de pizan" but if you'd actually read the book of the city of ladies then at least some of these whack ass claims would surely have been stopped before they got out to the internet. it does, however, deal at great length with the widespread belief that women ought not be educated, which was already a class-specific argument (education being largely a matter of resources). i am sorry that in the early days of the 11th century cofentre patamere did not write a long hexametrical treatise called de angelo domi to make it easy for you to be reductive. and it is also not like the population in the middle ages seriously contracted due to the totalizing pressure for women to be chaste over all else. this is another notable difference between the two kinds of gender ideals this person is weighing, i.e. material possibility versus figural or archetypal abstraction. at a certain point this is just creating a world from limited evidence, which is exactly the same as everything being critiqued there, and insisting on the primacy of your method. regrettably, because it turns up stuff we like more, as is often the case. like you might make a similar "women of means could not-like-other-girls your way out of gender" about elizabeth blackwell if you had similarly limited access to evidence-- and you would be right, but for a value of right which is just historically quite untenable i think.

there's a post i've seen maybe twice that's got i think at this point 20k notes. it's about how, like, fictional depictions of medieval women Get It All Wrong (true); how our notions of medieval misogyny are relics of the victorian age, not historical reality (eh??); how class is a more realistic way of understanding premodern womanhood than gender (to some extent!); and here are some ways you might consider writing medieval women, e.g. "tip #2: remember that for medieval women, wife and mother wasn’t the ideal, virgin saint was the ideal. By proving yourself “not like other girls” you could gain significant autonomy & freedom".

the idea that victorian people had particular essentialist ideas about the genders (e.g. the angel-in-the-house-style separate spheres philosophy) and either a) medieval people didn't, not to that extent or in that mode OR b) that has overdetermined our notion of what all the past looks like strikes me as more of a starting point than a conclusion.

like, okay, the idea that there was a singular ideal for women (and that it's virgin saint, lol), even just women in a particular period in a particular area of the medieval christian world-- that does run so categorically against the idea that class is more explanatory than gender here. what you might say, though, is that you can extrapolate this as the sole ideal for women from the historical record (i don't think you can, but let's play) as a result of class and social position. christine de pizan was a court scholar for numerous members of the french royal family. most of the writings that survive of medieval christian women are the products of either noblewomen or nuns. but second of all-- you can't say that the virgin saint was the female archetype rather than the mother or the wife. the virgin saint is literally both of those things: she figures the virgin mary, whose virginity is important because of her maternity; she figures the church, which is allegorically the bride of christ. it's also worth noting, of course, that the virgin saint (i.e. the nun, presumably?) is not the same sort of ideal as the wife or the mother in any material way.

all of this is emblematic about how much of the historical record works and is made to work. in terms of real, factual women who were either able to write at great length or written about with any interest, you have the inevitable upper-class bias, as the post tacitly notes: "Often as nuns, saints, mystics; sometimes as warriors, queens, & ladies; always as businesswomen & merchants, women could & did forge their own paths in life" (odd groupings). in drawing in literary sources, as studies of medieval womanhood always do, you have the additional problem of fabulation, which you are trying to read a theory of womanhood or at least an account of gender roles out of. (medievalists, due to the size and conservatism of the field, are also notably not very good readers when it comes to gender.) e.g. the post cites a thesis which is, as i am looking at it now, significantly about the roman de silence (reading it out of the context of hagiography and alongside the roman d'eneas). the desire for fiction to work as historical record is common in medievalism (really in all premodernism), and understandable, and has some foundation. it is rare to see this foundation meaningfully established in this work.

the other problem you have for the concept of medieval women-- whether you just want to, like, depict one, or have some baseline understanding of what their lives were like, or do them justice-- is the privileging of the individual and the outlier. "women could do this in the middle ages" is often a sentence backed up with, like, five truly good examples, one of them legendary. the desire for a history of empowered women gives you a certain kind of returns; the expectation of a history of misogyny gives you a certain kind of returns. this sort of "THIS IS HOW MEDIEVAL* WOMEN REALLY WERE (*LIMITED TO A SPECIFIC SETTING, AREA OF INTEREST, ETC.)" trumpeting is naturally not about all women of that particular context, and to do so-- beyond the really quite blunt-headed approach to the dynamism of both gender and misogyny-- strikes me as a great disservice to this object of study, delimiting womanhood to solely that of the wealthy and, by that same token, empowered. if nothing else it's certainly telling about the state of gender scholarship in pop medieval history (if not also medieval studies) that feminist interventions get you to about the mainstream scholarly feminism of the 80s, where gilbert and gubar write a whole book named for bertha mason that is only really interested in jane eyre.

[kichous]

✧･ﾟ:*   by the cold entrance

summary. fushiguro. so you hadn’t been the only one who moved on. series. how should i greet thee ? part one . part two . part three . part four . part five you’re here ! pairing. past fushiguro toji x f!reader. warnings. canon-typical misogyny. word count. 2092.

The elders never called upon you.

You are no longer a member of the main branch, the tenuous matrimonial tie severed after Toji absconded with your firstborn, destroyed entirely after it was clear he would not be returning—on account of his being dead and all. But even during your marriage, you went overlooked because of your husband. At most, you were tolerated for your technique’s vague similarity to the Ten Shadows.

The Zen’in clan at large is more fond of your second husband, Saiichi. But seeing as your only real point of reference was the nigh omnipresent derision towards Toji, the bar may as well be below the earth’s mantle. Regardless, you’ve been treated more kindly as the years pass. The cruelest among you will mock you for being abandoned by the lowest of the low. The rest see that you’ve redeemed yourself by serving as the perfect wife. You’ve even managed to gain a couple of sycophants after your secondborn, a strong and healthy son, began manifesting your technique, claiming Toji was an ungrateful fool for ever daring to leave you. 

It’s easier to accept these words than to admit the truth, that you had driven him away, and so you do.

But these were bottom feeders who would never be anything more in their lives. The true authoritative heads of the clan paid you little heed, and you were glad for it. Once they learned that Megumi had in fact inherited the desired technique, a bright red target was painted on your back for letting him slip from your grasp. Thus, when Naobito demanded (not requested, for that would imply he gave you the option to refuse) your presence, you were rightfully wary.

Little did you know that you’d been brought into discussions regarding the fate of your eldest son. Not that you were given permission to participate, instead made to sit in silence with your daughter on your hip as Naobito argued with a child.

The Gojo boy had asked, at one point, if you were ever going to speak. If you even could.

“She is not here to negotiate,” interceded Naobito on your behalf. You had been a little preoccupied with the girl using your torso as a makeshift jungle gym to respond, but you know he would’ve spoken for you even if you hadn’t. “She will be the boy’s guardian and tutor if he’s going to the clan.”

I’m his MOTHER, you want to scream. You hold your tongue instead.

It isn’t until they call a break in the talks that you get the chance to use your voice. Whilst the Zen’in elders talk among themselves, you slip away to corner the Gojo boy. He smiles as you approach, more at Nobue as she tugs at your ear with all the strength of a two year-old. Both of her brothers were far more docile, and you grab her tiny hands in a vice grip and pin them to her front.

“How old are you?” you ask the boy, in lieu of a proper greeting.

He purses his lips. “That’s rude,” says Gojo Satoru. “You wouldn’t like it if I asked how old you were, would you, baa-san?”

A vein throbs in your forehead. You know better than to rise to the bait. “You’re still in high school?”

“Does it matter?”

“I just find it hard to believe that my ex-husband would entrust our child to another child.” Comprehension dawns in his blue eyes, just barely visible over the rims of his glasses, and you allow your lips to curve just a bit. Shifting your grip on Nobue, you shrug. “Although, based on what I’ve heard about you, calling you a child wouldn't be doing you justice.”

“It just makes me look haughty to agree with you,” hums Gojo, a shrewd tilt to his head. He’s sizing you up just as much as you are him. You’re reminded of his much more guileless uncle, a prospective husband you’d written off because of the young man in front of you.

What had become of him? The Gojo clan is powerful, but their dominance rested solely on the shoulders of this brat and no one else. The Zen’in clan, by comparison, had a small town’s worth of capable sorcerers. You and your husband are considered part of the Akashi, just below the elites.

The boy grins, and you’re envious of his lack of crows feet. “But you’re right. Your ex never mentioned you, you know. Just the clan.”

Ruefully, you chuckle. “Knowing Toji, we’re probably one and the same in his eyes. Were, I suppose.” You still find yourself correcting tenses, even after all this time.

“Yeah, he kinda gave me the impression that Megumi’s mom was dead.”

An amateurish attempt at getting under your skin. You plaster a smile on your face. “Yeah, that sounds like him.” Leaning closer, you drop your voice to a whisper and impress upon him all the wistfulness you can muster. It isn’t entirely insincere. You are curious about the boy you’d once thought forever lost to you. “Megumi… what is he like? The last time I saw him, he was just a baby, not even a year old.”

Gojo takes a moment to ponder his response. He’s opting for honesty, then. “He’s stern for his age,” he says eventually. “Serious, even though he’s so little. I reckon he had to grow up quick after being abandoned by all three of his parents. He’s so unimpressed by everything around him that that in itself is a little impressive. Is that his little sister?”

You blink as he jerks his chin at Nobue, switching tacks so quickly you don’t pivot in time. “I’m not exactly a babysitter,” you snark, harsher than you had intended. So maybe he had ticked you off just a bit, implying that you’d left Megumi when in reality he’d been taken from you.

Holding his hands up in surrender, Gojo laughs. It’s an annoying sound. It suits him. “It’s just that he has an older sister,” he says. “They’re sort of a package deal, stuck together at the hip. She practically raised him, and he loves her a lot. But I’m not sure if the clan would take her in, since she’s just an ordinary person.”

Dismissively, you click your tongue. “What becomes of his stepsister is of no concern to the clan. There’s nothing for her here.” And you have your hands full as it is without having to care for someone else’s daughter. What was your replacement like, you wonder. Did Toji ever look at her the way he used to look at you? Did this brat also call him Dad? Jealousy is an ugly thing, and you are no stranger to it.

You don’t realize just how full of motion Gojo is until he stills at your words. “No,” he agrees. “I guess there isn’t.”

“Thank you for talking to me.” You pay his honesty in kind—with earnestness, if nothing else. You reach out to pat his shoulder lightly. He remains tense, and your hand never makes contact with him. His technique, it looks like. Being outfoxed by a boy is embarrassing. “You’re… different than how I imagined you.”

That breathes life back into him. Any chance for him to preen, you suppose. “Oh? And what exactly does that mean?”

“It means that I was expecting a snot-nosed, self-absorbed, greedy, and entitled little brat.” Nobue kicks you in the ribs, perhaps a warning that you’re laying it on a little too thick. “But you're just an ordinary kid.”

“Oh, I’m all of those things,” Gojo snickers. “But thanks. You’re different, too. I was the one who asked you to be here, or at least whoever they were going to pawn poor Megumi off to. Did you know that?”

“No, I didn’t.” Wouldn’t that have been a surprise, if Naobito had simply dropped him into your lap one day without any warning?

No, the truth was that he’d used you as leverage today. Parade the birth mother around, make it seem like the boy was going to be in good hands, with his immediate family, when in actuality, you’d be lucky to even get a glimpse of him. Your hypothesis had been proven correct all these years later, and now the elders are chomping at the bit to have him. It’s highly likely you won’t even get scraps. Were they banking on Gojo to just wipe his hands clean of the entire thing? Or were they going to dress you both up as a loving mother-son duo if he so happened to stop by to see how things were going?

“I suppose I should thank you, then—though I’ll save that for after I hear your opinion of me. I may end up cursing you instead,” you tell him.

Gojo snorts, a noise curtailed by Naobito’s re-entry into the room. They lock gazes, and then Gojo turns to look at you. You think there may be a flash of understanding there.

More than anything, you want your baby back in your arms, even if he’s not actually a baby anymore. But as long as the man behind you still lives, you’ll never get your son back. Toji wouldn’t have wanted this, for the boy to be used as a puppet, corrupted by the vile brood that had once cast him out. Now that he’s gone, as is Megumi’s step-mother, you and the boy in front of you are all he has left by way of parents.

“If this were to fall through, who would be taking care of my son?” You speak carefully and quietly, all too aware of the needle-sharp daggers sent your way by your clansman.

“He’d be a ward of the school,” answers Gojo. “But I’d act as his primary guardian.”

“Ah. I see.” Good enough. The strongest sorcerer alive, the scion of a prestigious family. You smile at him, leaning closer and lowering your voice to convey shyness more so than conspiracy. “Do you… do you think he’d like me?”

Gojo’s spectacles slip down the bridge of his nose, and you’re met with the full ferocity of his blue eyes. They’re piercing, searching, and circumspect as he scrutinizes your face. Is this really what you want? As you dip your head, a wicked sneer spreads across his features, tempered slightly by the grudging respect in his gaze. It’s not noticeable from afar, and Naobito is distant enough that he won’t pick up on it.

Brows curved low, a brief flash of teeth, and a vicious curve of his lips punctuate Gojo’s too-loud  (or rather, loud enough) words: “Nah, you’re too much of an evil step-mom.”

It stings, but it’s for the best. They’ll blame you for this, for speaking out of turn and botching the deal. Your reputation will suffer. Your husband will be angry, for once, instead of merely indifferent. You lay your cheek on top of Nobue’s head as she whines and nuzzles into your neck.

This is the world she will grow up in, your sweet, feisty little girl. She will be made to be docile, to obey and never question, to serve her father and brother and someday her husband. The world will take and take and take from her, this clan nothing but a ravenous black hole that will never have its fill. Her brother Morinaga’s life will be a thousand times easier by virtue of his sex, though it can’t be said that the Zen’in clan was ever kind to its sons either. They will break him in his training, and if he winds up in the Akashi along with his family, the disappointment may crush him. And yet all you can do is hold your children a little tighter and teach them to endure and survive what’s to come.

But if you have to let one of go far away from you to spare him of this fate, of course you will. He is all that you have left of the love of your life—but you know that it will be better this way. Megumi will be safe, and with any luck, he will be happier than he would ever be with you.

Gojo is still talking, now over your head, playful and impish where Naobito is livid.

You press quick kisses to Nobue’s crown, then temple, then cheek, as you squeeze your eyes shut to try and drown out the image of a little boy with wild raven spikes for hair and his father’s jade eyes in shadow.

[yaelibex]

a town without you

a.k.a one of mim's possible ending ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ (not a happy ending)

Characters: F!Robin & Mim (PC) Words: 1001 Summary: Just two childhood friends, hoping to leave town.

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“Mim, I really…I can’t," She speaks hesitantly. "We shouldn’t leave town…I…”

Robin was scared.

“Then, let me kidnap you.”

Her beloved childhood friend was brave. Unlike her.

Robin would never forget those words—her beloved childhood friend’s intense gaze, the way her hand was held with such tenderness. An unconditional love, a form of affection, something she never directly felt when she’d crawl upon their bed at the dead of the night with limbs entangled with each other as she sate her desires. 

The redness of the moon shone through the midnight sky.

“Please,” her friend pleaded firmly with such determination, all the while Robin continued to waver on to do so. She was horribly hesitant, “M-Mim,” she softly spoke, almost pleadingly. As if they were back to the same Robin from before; the Robin who wasn’t able to protect her beloved…friend. And if we get caught—?! She shook her head, as if shaking those thoughts away. She bit on her own tongue gently, her gaze trailing down onto the collapsed guard of the nursery ward then back to their friend’s beloved child safely held with their parent’s arms. To where they were supposed to belong, not separated by the Caretaker’s rules. “Just for a bit.”

“Just for a while…” She speaks, hesitant, as they gave a soft smile towards their childhood friend. “As long as Bailey is still out.” She quickly adds, hesitance evident on her face. “I-I don’t want him to hurt you, Mim. I would hate that, I, I feel like I was still the same person when Bailey…I don’t want you to—”

“I’ll be alright,” Mim softly reassured, blinking, as their gaze scanned their surroundings. “I’ll protect you and my son. Trust me.” 

Robin can sense something was off. Their hands gently intertwined, as if they were back to their childhood days. Just like when they were kids, innocent, having each other’s backs. As they skipped over the town, hastily. The redness of the blood moon continues to bleed out angrily, as her friend leads her through town, the paths they never thought they’d see. Past the school, where they spent most of their time in. Past the streets they’d take together as they went home together, window shopping all across. As she used to muse on and on about starting a new life, her friend with the seemingly mindless stare listening to her drone on and on. Beyond the docks, wherein Robin had first experienced a loss of hope. But Mim never gave up on her. A life beyond this town, a life beyond Bailey.

Robin stood, as she held her beloved’s child in her arms, safely as their friend continued to fight off the offenders. Almost effortlessly, perhaps there was hope after all…they continued to head towards a certain place, a pub, then soon a talk, a goodbye, a grim look towards those two people’s faces, then soon a vehicle. Robin knew it must have been stolen, both she and her friend didn’t have the proper documents. Which was now newly processed due to this one contact, as it was tucked safely on her lap while she continued to soothe her friend’s child.

“Mim…”

“Just a little bit more,” Robin knew Mim was lying when they agreed it was only for a while, but she couldn’t help but feel relief. They were…finally going to escape? A life without Bailey? A life away from this town? They were nearing the border, then it would be another town. A better town. A town without Bailey, a place where they can finally start anew. Together, they can start a new life.

But…what about the other orphans? The feeling began to unsettle her stomach, she just couldn’t leave—the car came to a halt, the border becoming apparent. Just one step, and they’ll both be free. But due to her last minute hesitance, she froze as she saw a familiar sight. Feet now touching the other side, as she tried to pull Mim with her, wanting to finally save her this time. And then they’d run. They can think about the other orphans next.

But the world stopped, she froze. Yet somehow, deep inside, she expected this. The familiar car’s headlights shone upon the two of them. Removing the fantasy of a happy ending approaching.

There he was. The Caretaker. Bailey, standing, clearly irritated. Angry. Robin’s gaze was only stuck to her friend, whose fists are clenched, as they took calming breaths. Walking towards the Caretaker, standing as a wall in-between Robin with their child and Bailey. Protectively. Robin failed them again…she couldn't protect her beloved friend once more.

“Think you can escape me, huh?” Bailey speaks, harshly yanking on one of her friend’s horns, as they grit their teeth together. As if buying time, they glanced towards her, cuing, run. Robin, run. Pushed down onto the ground, while Bailey made a clicking noise, “You shitty brat," Bailey hit them. "You know what’s coming for you.” Alongside other mutters Robin’s racing mind couldn’t comprehend. 

“Mi–” Robin knew Mim was going to lie once more, as their gaze met hers once more. This time, a gentle smile was seen on their friend’s face, a reassuring expression. That everything will be alright, expressing; take care of these documents well. Please take care of my little child.

“I’ll catch up,” Mim was lying, Robin knew it. “Don’t worry.”

It was a counterpart of I love you, the three words Robin has been dreaming of hearing from her friend. As she ran, and ran, and ran. Making Robin wonder, will her friend’s child still remember their parent when they grow older?

That blood moon continues to haunt Robin.

In a town where nobody knows where she came from, one where her past is unknown. A town wherein the moon does not turn red, a safe town. 

All perfect, as what she had blabbered about before, with her bovine friend looking spaced out, despite actually listening intently.

The only thing was her beloved was not here.

[somesemblanceofnormal]

lol said i’d cook at work and post some character intros and then. did not. at all. barely even looked at my phone pffff

ANYWAY

The Twins aka My Baby Angels

identical twins— josiah (m, he/him) and johana(f, she/her) crownover— born to a mother and father who were part of what is considered a Legacy Hunter family. these people have been hunting the supernatural that dwells the surface of the earth, isolated in forests and woods across north america and some of europe, for hundreds of years. children are raised as soldiers, obeying their parents every will. those who dont agree with the way of life end up dead more often than not, as it’s essentially excommunication from the family. only one crownover in recent history has tried to leave— their uncle— and no one talks about him anymore. their mother tried to get them out when they were toddlers— once the “training” began shortly after they could walk— but she failed, and the twins ended up growing up without her.

josiah is a hot headed, incredibly smart, daddy’s boy. he does exactly as his father tells him every time. he likes to think the comments and looks from his father dont bother him, but then why would his knuckles be bruised when there hasnt been a mission in weeks? why would he feel compelled to spend time fucking off in the woods around his family home rather than be at home when his father is drinking? he has desires that would get him beaten and isolated even further if his father knew about them, things he doesnt think will ever be able to see the light. but he has resigned himself to this life, thinking its better this way because at least he has his family, and at least he’s making everyone proud with his work in the family business.

his twin sister johana feels very differently about it, though. she’s never really enjoyed the idea of harming another creature, human or not. she enjoys the physical activity part of it, and learning new techniques, new lore on the creatures her family hunts. the first time she had to deliver the finishing blow to a werecat, she had nightmares for months that kept her up all night. her father went extra hard on her, trying to “toughen her up”, as he put it. but all it did was further confirm her suspicion that there was something deeply wrong with her. she sees things she shouldnt, things that end up happening in front of her eyes, on top of that. her entire life has been spent feeling like an outsider, always looking in and never being fully present. she longs to know what lies outside her family and the walls they have built around themselves. she wants to experience life the way a normie would, even if she never truly could because of her extensive knowledge of the things that go bump in the night. shes never felt loved by her father and her brother, being the only person in the entire family who knows her in and out, cannot fix that by himself.

the two of them share that typical twin bond seen in majority of media starting twins— a sort of sixth sense as to what the other half is feeling/thinking/etc, working better together than individually alone. their father was never one to play with them, or be emotionally intelligent enough to talk to, and while their older sister, cecelia, was cool most of the time, she always sided with their father. this left the two of them to their own devices, only trusting one another in full. they are each others biggest supporters and confidants, knowing how to help in times of need without ever needing to ask. josiah is very protective over his sister, even though she towers over him slightly. she’s always been there for him, but he also knows how she struggles so much on a daily basis and wants to make things better for her. she knows how far the brainwashing goes in her twin brother and tries to undo it, little by little, no matter how many setbacks there are because of their father and environment.

anywaaaaaayyyyyyy—

I LOVE THESE GUYS!!!! i hope this was enough info to get u invested ;3c theres many more characters that i’ll get to doing intro posts akin to this for as well, but these two are the main focus of this story, and are two of the first characters you meet!!!!!!!! i could ramble forEVER about them, but i’ll save that for another time ;P

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[hw2rosewar]

Helix Waltz 2: The Burning Roses CBT - Freddier CG Story

(MTL) Translation:

Kalia: Oh... Is this your taxidermy collection? Thank you for inviting me, Mr. Freddier. I see there are quite a few specimens of butterflies on the wall. They look very pretty!

Freddier: Despite the fact I was the one to send the invitation, you have yet to take your eyes off them.

K: It’s because they’re beautiful! The butterflies have their wings spread out, which seem to glow as if they’re breathing. They give the impression that they never died and will flap their wings at any moment to leave their glass box.

K: Did you do all of this? It’s remarkable! I didn’t expect you to have such a hobby...

F: In order to not tire of their long lives and lose their survival instinct, members of the Night Clan will find something to entertain themselves with. This is what I do to kill time. It’s fun to preserve life in such a way where it won’t fade with the passing of eons.

K: But Mr. Freddier, if I recall correctly, some of the butterflies here have long since disappeared... This purple crystal swallowtail went extinct a hundred years ago.

F: Indeed. At the time, humans recklessly began to take over the land, which made this species of butterfly lose its natural habitat and become extinct.

K: Thinking that these once beautiful creatures disappeared from the world for various reasons, as well as how the proof that they once existed can only be seen here... I can’t help but feel a little sad.

F: Life in this world is inherently short and fragile. It’s not a surprise such an ending occurred. They became specimens, but have also continued to live forever. Are you interested enough to try it yourself?

K: I am! But I don’t know how to do it. Will you be able to teach me?

F: Why not? You’re very curious about my work and regard them highly. I am honored to show you their charm. Miss Rovella, this way, please.

K: These butterflies in the bottle are motionless. Are they dead? Are you going to preserve them now?

F: Yes, that’s correct. You see, death makes butterflies fold their wings and curl up like human babies. All I have to do is make them spread open their wings as they once did in life.

F: Because making specimens is a process of returning the dead to their most natural state, it has to be done a certain way. Pierce the butterfly’s body with a pin and fix it onto the board. Then slowly unfurl its wings so they can be affixed.

F: However, you must be careful not to damage the butterfly’s body, especially its wings. If it’s damaged or the scales fall off, the specimen cannot be considered a perfect work of art.

K: Hmm...

F: What is it, Miss Rovella? Do you still feel uncertain?

K: It’s all right. I just think you’re taking this very seriously. It feels different.

F: Haha, am I not always like this? But today is a lot more interesting. You’re very focused when listening to me. It’s an expression that encourages people to talk more.

F: Well? Do you want to give it a try?

K: Yes! Let’s see. First, I should... (Recalling what Mr. Freddier said, I should insert the pin into the butterfly’s thorax...)

K: (...I-It’s more difficult than I imagined!) What—Mr. Freddier?

F: Before beautiful things, beginners inevitably hesitate. I shall help you hold the butterfly. Insert the pin here, at the center. Go ahead.

K: In the center... Like this? I think... I did it.

K: ...! (His hand is... on top of mine.)

F: Well done... Hmm?

K: Cough, it’s nothing. The pins need to be used...

K: !

K: (Ow... My finger hurts. Did I accidentally prick it? Wait, my wrist is being pulled toward...)

F: ...

K: Mr. Freddier?

F: You’re bleeding...

K: It’s just a minor injury. A bandage should be enough... Um, does my injury upset you?

F: It certainly does!

K: I understand you care about me, but you don’t need to hold my wrist so tightly, right?

F: ...

K: Your eyes look strange, and you’re still staring at my injury. Do you...

F: The innocent expression on your face troubles me, Miss Rovella. It’s difficult to hold back my desire for blood when you’re wounded.

K: You’re saying a Wing can’t control their thirst for blood?

F: This is different. You are a very special existence to me.

K: Cough, if you’re looking at me like that... Does that mean...

F: ...What should I do?

K: You have a dangerous look, don’t you think... Ah, the bandages? Where are...

F: Ha, it’s not gentleman-like to ignore a wounded noble lady.  Allow me to bandage your wound, lest you continue to test my restraint by wagging your injured finger in front of my eyes.

T/N: Done via machine translation. Translations are not 100% accurate.

[buckyownsmylife]

Just One - John Winchester smut

The one where John has been obsessed with killing you but now that he found you...

Warnings: smut, as close to hatefucking as I can write, witch!reader, masturbation (f), oral (m, f), dirty talk, degradation laced with praise?, hairpulling kink, namecalling (bitch, whore), John wants it to hurt, slight size kink (blink and you’ll miss), p in v, spanking, biting, unprotected sex, cumplay, unspecified age gap

Word count: 2.2k

A/N:  This one is a part of my kinktober celebrations. My original intention for this October was to work exclusively around prompts that my wonderful friend @darkficsyouneveraskedfor created for her challenge and dedicate each story to a different friend. My new plan became then 31 days of different kinks, which expanded on a poly relationship with Stucky, as you might know by now. However, some of the stories I started were already truly loved by me, and so I kept on writing them. It worked well because as it turns out, I am fortunate enough to have more than 31 friends on Tumblr, so here is the story I wrote for @negans-attagirl​. This most likely celebrates my last time writing for John! Special thanks to my @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog​ for reading this even though she’s not really into Supernatural! I love you for it!

I knew he was there. Watching. I’d been running away from him for so long, it felt like second nature now - to look over my shoulder, hold my breath when a stranger got too close. Watch the shadows and see if they took the form of a well-built man who wanted nothing more than to see me dead.

But I didn’t just wait around for my inevitable ending, oh no. I’d studied him just as much as he did to me, prepared myself for what was to come as I fled the state and traveled borders in the hopes of throwing him off. I concocted potions and spells and thought about everything I could do to him whenever he found me again.

Most of all, I thought of him. How could I not? Not only was he my main concern in this life, but the man was just walking sin. And if I were to go down, I was determined to at least go down on him before he killed me.

So I slowly left the diner across from the motel I’d been hiding in for the last three weeks and returned to my room, making sure to leave the door unlocked while I took off my clothes. The sound of the door closing behind me wasn’t unmistakable, and we both knew that. “Feel like joining me?” I asked as I sat down on the bed and spread my legs for his eyes, my hand traveling down my body, playing with my nipples before settling between my thighs. He didn’t look confused, not even for a moment.

This sexual tension between us, it’d never been one-sided. It was there from the beginning, electrifying our interactions as desire swirled in the air around us. I was convinced it was the main reason why he couldn’t just let me go.

He leaned his head to the side, but didn’t say anything. He was too focused on what I was doing, the way my fingers rubbed my clit before dipping inside my hole only to come back up wetter, the sounds of my actions filling the air around us.

“I don’t see why not.” The words sent a thrill up my spine, and without even stopping to consider what I was doing, I dropped to my knees before him, reaching out for his jeans. “Can’t let you get off all by yourself.”

I hummed appreciatively as I stuck out my tongue to lick the red head of his cock, already intoxicated with his taste. “Such a gentleman… even when you’re planning to kill me.” His chuckle was like thunder, reverberating through me and making my clit throb as I wrapped my lips around his member.

“It would be a waste if I didn’t put this pretty mouth to work.” His thumb brushed against my lower lip until I licked it and enveloped it with my mouth, making him groan. “So fucking warm. I’m gonna enjoy filling this hole with my cock.”

His words had me clenching around nothing, the overwhelming wetness that dripped from me now slathering the inside of my thighs, no doubt reaching the floor. It made me desperate to please him, desperate to fill my mouth with his cock.

So I wrapped my lips around the head of his member and began sucking, at first looking up to see his darkened, lust-filled eyes before actually closing mine to fully appreciate his taste, the weight of him on my tongue.

I licked every single inch of his skin until my saliva coated his member. It was a beautiful cock, a cock that deserved to be worshiped. I wasn’t one to enjoy being on my knees too much, but his thickness was just too tempting. I needed to pay it the proper respects.

So I took him as well as I could, ignoring the way tears rose to my eyes as I willingly choked myself on his cock, trying my best to breathe through my nose in an effort to reach his navel.

I wasn’t able to. But he didn’t seem to mind, hand wrapped around my hair, forcing my movements as I slobbered all over his dick. “Such a good little cocksucker…” he absentmindedly commented, almost to himself.

“Were you expecting me?” I looked up to see him looking down at me, actually waiting for an answer. So I pulled away, wiped the spit from my jaw before replying honestly, “Always.”

Because, well… How could I sleep peacefully without thinking about the man who wanted to kill me?

But his answer was a chuckle and an almost condescending head pat, his deep warm voice making me even wetter when he complimented, “Good girl.” God, he could kill me right now. I’d go willingly and happily.

I eagerly sucked him off a bit longer, losing myself in the almost-sounds that I could pick up from his body: the little groans and pants, the way he cleared his throat instead of growling his desire for me. He wouldn’t give in, wouldn’t show his satisfaction to a little witch.

I could live with that.

“Stop that.” His words were accompanied by a harsh tug on my hair, pulling me up until I was standing on my tip toes, my face mere inches from his. “Wanna fuck you now. I can kill you tomorrow.”

The fact that he never kissed me didn’t escape me. This was a quick fuck, it would not be mistaken as anything else. Still, that didn’t mean I wouldn’t drag as much fun out of it as I possibly could… especially considering these might very well be my last hours of living.

“So you want me?” I questioned, smirking at his answering huff. He didn’t want to admit it, of course - that would be recognizing I had some sort of power over him. So he opted to tighten his grip on my hair until I moaned from the pleasurable pain, eyes sparkling in their darkness as he took in just how desperate I was for him.

“You’re such a fucking tease,” he settled for saying as I laughed. “Always a fucking tease. Is your cunt as bitter as your soul, brat?” I bit my lip as he threw me on the bed, already anticipating his next move.

“Find out for yourself.” His expression made it clear that he was doubtful when he tore off my underwear and threw the scraps of it over his shoulder, pulling me to the edge of the bed by my ankles without much care.

He pressed on the inside of my thighs to keep my legs spread for him, and when his tongue licked a line up my cunt, I clenched around nothing, eyes closing for just a second to relish in the barely-there sensation.

“Oh, fuck…” His voice was barely over a whisper, but I still heard it and when I opened my eyes to look at him, he was staring directly at his meal, like he couldn’t believe what he had just tasted. “So fucking sweet…”

He went back there with a newfound hunger, and although I knew he wasn’t doing this to make me cum, I also knew he would achieve that - easily. It didn’t take many of his long swipes over my hole, the twirls around my clit to make me gasp for him, hands flying down to pull on his hair.

I think the only reason he didn’t slap them away was because he seemed to like the slight sting I provided him.

“Fucking cum, bitch,” he growled at some point, surprising me until he revealed why it was that he wanted me to orgasm. “I want to drink all of your essence before I shove my cock into you, make sure it’ll really sting.”

But I knew it was more than that - I knew he wanted more of my taste. It was everywhere now, dripping from his beard, smearing the inside of my thighs, but he kept his eyes focused on me, waiting for my breaking point.

I saw embers of flames when it arrived. Maybe it predicted my death at the stake, but I couldn’t mind it. Not when John was rising to his full height and very easily turning me around to lay on my stomach, keeping my legs dangling off the edge of the bed when he kicked them apart.

I was trapped under his much larger body and I didn’t mind it at all. He shoved my face against the bed, like he didn’t want to see it as he slowly started to stretch me out.

I bit my lower lip as I struggled to adjust around his thickness, and by the sounds John was releasing, I could see he was just as overwhelmed by me and the pussy he wanted to destroy.

I couldn’t believe how good it felt to be ravished by John Winchester. No one had ever fucked me like this before, and I was sure he knew, with the melodic moans that kept slipping from my lips, try as I might to reel them in.

“Those fucking sounds…” He groaned behind me, seconds before his hand landed harshly on the right cheek of my ass, making me whine even louder. “You’re a filthy little whore, aren’t you?”

I was too far gone to even try to deny it, fucking myself back against his delicious thick cock, desperate to cum again, this time feeling completely full of him.

“Who would have thought…” He panted, hips maintaining their onslaught against me. “Nasty fucking witch, such a tight little pussy.” Each word was accompanied by a particularly brutal thrust and I relished in it. I relished in witnessing the great John Winchester get carried away because of my body.

“Fuck,” he cursed after he managed to locate my sweet spot, which in turn had me instinctively clenching around him. “Why do you feel so fucking good?”

Under him, I just giggled, my hand easily locating the spot above where we were connected so I could rub myself to an orgasm. “I’m convinced you’re the devil, little witch.”

Stifling a laugh, I started to move my hips back so I could fuck myself on him, showing him how I liked to be treated - even harder and rougher than he was already treating me. And because I really was a brat, I couldn’t help but taunt, “Do you feel sorry you have to destroy it?”

I knew he understood I was referring to my pussy, and when his hand slapped mine away so he could take over the motions over my clit, I closed my eyes to let bliss take me.

“Almost,” he grunted, a confession I almost lost in the fog of my high. But here lied an opportunity, and I wasn’t about to let it slip away without a fight.

“I mean… you could just keep it,” I offered, barely over a whisper so as not to anger the man who kept fucking me. I didn’t want him to stop his movements, so I hoped even if he did get pissed at my suggestion, he’d just take it out on me. “Use it whenever you want.”

I didn’t get a response from him - at least, not verbally. But he did speed up his movements, pounding me so hard the bed started to hit the wall and I knew we were seconds away from having the neighbors banging on it, telling us to keep it down, but I couldn’t care less.

Not when John was burying his face in the crook of my neck, beard tickling me as he bit on my shoulder to keep his roar from reverberating in the room when he shot his cum deep inside of me.

He didn’t wait even a second before pulling out. I missed his weight on top of me, but the feeling of his cum slowly slipping from my used pussy was enough to give me some comfort.

“Shit, I really opened you up, huh?” He chuckled, rubbing his cream around my hole before pushing it back into me, making me whine. “I’m still fucking hard. Did you put a spell on me, brat?”

I laughed as he massaged my ass, apparently incapable of fully retreating his touch from my skin. “Is that why I’m still aroused?” He insisted, rutting his very much, still hard member against my thigh. “Tell me.”

Stretching, I giggled at his silly accusation. “I think I just turn you on, old man,” I teased, wiggling my ass at him. He took the bait and spanked it, before I felt his weight leave the bed altogether.

“Well, I’m going to take a shower, wash you off of me,” he explained, stopping at the door of the bathroom to stare at me. “You better be there when I come out,” he warned and I bit my lip, understanding exactly what he meant.

“I don’t think I can walk if I tried,” I giggled, but he just tipped his head back, humming noncommittally. Before long, I heard the shower turning on, the sound of the water running down the drain almost lulling me to sleep.

I made sure to leave my panties right next to the note I wrote for him to find when he got out of the shower. Three simple words, a promise: “Until next time”.

[callme-barnes]

Besitos

*Pictures are not mine*

Summary: Demons can be fun, at least you know you can be. When you go out to claim a soul as yours, Bucky finds you and it only adds on to the fun.

Pairing: Demon!Bucky x Demon!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: SMUT (Demon!Bucky is a sin), oral sex (f! receiving), rough sex, slight daddy kink, blood kink (if you squint), talk of religion (not much), dirty talk

IF YOU ARE A MINOR PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT! THIS WORK IS FOR THOSE 18+ ONLY!

A/N: Again, this work is 18+ only!. Do not repost my work anywhere! This is a one-shot based off of a series I really want to put out at some point. I've been having a tough go of it and this work Ade me feel better to write. Please do not judge my smut writing as I am still pretty new to it. All mistakes are mine. But otherwise please enjoy and feel free to interact with me if you liked it! Enjoy ladies & gents!

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Y/N watched from the comfort of a dark corner at the bar at all the bodies dancing underneath the strobe lights of the club. It had hit its peak at about 1 in the morning, and it was the right time for you to strike the target you had come here to find.

His name was John, a pretty good looking man by human standards. Tall, dark and handsome as you once would’ve described him. Had a beautiful pregnant fiance at home by the name of Lily who was ready to give birth to a handsome baby boy any day now by what you could gather from Lily’s pleas for help. You had overheard her one night, crying herself to sleep as she prayed to God to help her make sense of her situation. She was stuck at home, waiting for a man who would go out and have fun with his friends. And other women.

She had prayed for clarity, safety and a change of heart for him. And strength and courage for herself. To be able to keep her fiance and to change what was wrong with her. Of course nothing was wrong with Lily. She was pregnant, ready to burst at any second. She was bringing a life into this world, risking her body and her health and for what? For a man who refused to change his way of life because that’s what he had grown accustomed to? Or in his words, “To be a slave to a family?”

You had found yourself in that situation once, praying to God for a man that couldn’t give a shit less if you had dropped dead. As long as he maintained his freedom and habits all was well. Instead the man you had grown to love had left you for a cute petite brunette, claiming you had been smothering him with your “jealousy” and your “excessive” calls when you only wanted to be with him.

Your praying touched upon deaf ears of course and it was then that you realized no one was out there to protect you. You were on your own to deal with the hardships of your life.

Until you met him. James Barnes.

He had been your savior when you were ready to give up all hope. Bucky, as you’ve grown to call him, had given you strength and a new life. A life devoted to taking what you wanted and not being sorry about it. A life devoted to him. But that was a tale for another time.

That’s how you ended up appearing to the poor young woman. Sat in her bed, in pain both physically and emotionally. You had appeared before her dressed in a beautiful black dress, the slit high up your thigh and a pair of your favorite black stilettos. She had been scared. As she should have been. Your power emanated before her, putting her in a trance before you disappeared into the shadows, sending her a small devilish grin.

You set your plan into motion when you saw him headed for the restroom area. He was intoxicated beyond his logical mind, which was just the way you liked them. Downing the remainder of your drink, you made your way to the back area, the sea of people splitting as you walked past them making a direct walkway to your destination. When you stood in front of the mens room, those who waited in line stared with hunger. Intensity. Desire. Your hand reached out to touch one of their gawking faces before sending him a wink and walking in after John. The light cheering on the other end of the door made you smile as you locked it behind you and walked towards the sink counter. You perched yourself on top of it, the red lights casting a hellish glow across your skin.

The stall door opened and you felt your insides twist in anticipation as John walked out, his eyes blinking to focus and his hands holding onto the wall for stability and guidance.

Showtime.

You watched as John made his way to the sinks before finally realizing he wasn’t alone, stopping just a foot in front of you. Your leg shifting up to cross over your other, the slit in your dress falling to either side to give him a nice little peek of your ass.

“Hey there handsome”

You were laying it on thick sure, but you weren’t going to lie, you were excited for this one. It hit a little too close to home for you and you were practically bursting open at the seams.

“Who...who are you?”

“I’ve been watching you all night you know. Trying to muster up the courage to approach you and talk to you”

He almost immediately dropped his guard, his vibrations shifting from reserved to open and ready. Good.

“Well hot stuff here we are. And you found me, here all vulnerable. Naughty girl”

You smiled at him as you stood up, your heels clicking on the tile as you reached over to grab his shirt and pull him close to you, pressing your body up against his own.

“Oh I can be very naughty”, you said and leaned up to kiss him. Your tongue slithered against his own, your pace slow waiting for him to respond. Which he did and quickly. His hands reached out to rest on your ass, his hands squeezing and bringing you in to rub against the hard on he was sporting. You sent him a small moan in response, obviously fake but that only spurred him on further.

His hands reached down to just underneath your ass before you pushed away from him and moved to perch yourself back up on the counter making sure to make a show of opening your legs to invite him in.

“I’ve been really lonely. I haven’t had a man in so long baby”

He was entranced by you, his focus resting on your open thighs and practically foaming at the mouth.

“You know how hard it is to find a single honest man in this city? I noticed you weren’t wearing a ring and you came here by yourself. Are you lonely too?”

This was it, the opportunity for your prey to make amends. You weren’t completely heartless, you had been human once. You had made mistakes too, so you always gave them a chance. Yet 99% of the time, they failed. So you got a chance to have some fun. Your eye contact didn’t falter as you ran your hand down between the valley of your breasts, the other trailing up to reveal the lacy thong you were wearing.

“Fuck...yes I’m....I’m so lonely”

There it was. The opportunity you were looking forward to because let's face it you knew this piece of shit was too set in his ways to repent. You sent him a smile as your fingers began to rub at yourself over your panties, letting out a small moan to coax him in.

“You wanna fuck me? It’s been so long since I’ve had a real man fuck me good”

He closed his eyes, letting out a shuddering breath before walking over and settling himself between your open legs, his hands grasping at your thighs, “Fuck me Johnny boy”

You moved up to kiss him again, this time more aggressively as your innocent facade began to slip away.

“Now I know there’s a God”

You stopped yourself from laughing or scoffing as your hands moved down to rub at his cock through his jeans, watching him as he tore his lip open with how hard he was biting down and you leaned up, making sure you pressed your body against him to give him one last little feel, moving your lips to his ear

“No God here John. Only me”

As you made your way to unbuckle his pants he hesitated a bit and you leaned back “What’s wrong baby? I thought you wanted to fuck me? Don’t you want to?”

“Yes I...fuck I do. Did you ask my friends my name? I don’t think I ever got yours?”

You watched a shadow move from behind John and before you could respond you saw him. Coming out of the shadows looking as handsome as the devil himself. Bucky.

“What does it matter? Don’t you just want to get inside me?”

As you spoke you made eye contact with Bucky from behind John’s shoulders as you leaned back and opened your legs up to give him a view. You smirked to yourself as Bucky’s demeanor changed and before John could get another word out you watched his eyes widen in fear, finally catching onto Bucky in the mirror’s reflection but by then it was too late. Bucky’s hand had reached into John’s back and grabbed onto his heart, squeezing tight before John collapsed lifeless onto the floor.

You watched him, standing up and looking down at him before shifting to Bucky with a smile, “That was my soul to take”

Bucky watched you, his eyes darkening in discontent “I really wish you’d keep your hands to yourself when taking your souls babygirl”

You leaned against the counter and shrugged, “Where’s the fun in that? Besides, how else would I get you all riled up and angry?”

Bucky was in front of you in a blink, his hand wrapping around your throat as he pressed himself up against you. The proximity of the man in front of you made you melt, your body immediately submitting to him as he stared at you. If you had a soul you were sure he’d be looking into it.

“Is that what it is? You like when I’m angry and jealous?”

You fluttered your eyelashes at him, “You’ve been so busy baby. I’ve had to fill the void with what I could take”

That didn’t make him loosen his hold or react, he just kept staring at you as if to say it was your move now and who were you if not an amazing actress.

“We both know I belong to you. And I wouldn’t want to fuck anyone else but you”

You moved your hand to grab onto his own that was pressed against your neck, leaning down to take two of his fingers into your mouth and began sucking on them. Bucky’s chest rumbled with a growl as he stood before you mesmerized, his dick twitching against his black dress pants he had on.

“I brought us an audience daddy,” you said when you pulled away from his hand a small trail of spit following your lips “You know how much I love it when people hear us fucking. It gets me so wet just thinking about all those guys out there wanting to get in my panties while my one and only is fucking me stupid”

That had done it for him, he slammed you against the mirror behind you causing it to break and fall around you as he took your lips in his, kissing you sloppy and animalistic. You let out a moan and a smile in victory, pressing your body into him not caring if you cut your hand on the shards that surrounded you. Bucky grabbed onto the point where your dress slit ended on your hip and tore the fabric open, making you gasp “This is my favorite dress”

“I’ll buy you another”

His growl tore through you, going straight to your aching core causing you to begin grinding against his dick for some relief. You reached your hand up to lick the trail of blood from your hand that was cut open making a show of it, your tongue trailing against your finger before motioning for him to get close. You pulled him into you and kissed him, hearing him moan into your mouth as you shamelessly continued grinding against him

“I want your dick daddy. Fuck I want it so bad. Need you to fuck me please. My pussy is so wet for you”

Bucky reached down and tore your panties from your body, his fingers trailing along your slit and gathering your wetness onto his fingers before slipping them into his mouth, moaning in response “Fuck you know just how to get me going little one. Want me to eat you out you little minx? Do you want to come on my tongue?”

You whined as you nodded and lifted your legs, your heels propping themselves up onto the counter to open up for him “Please. Want to cum on your tongue daddy. Make me cum please”

Bucky kneeled down in front of your open thighs and wasted no time as he leaned in and began to lick at every crevice he could reach and even some you didn’t know he could reach. His tongue worked from your entrance all the way up to your clit, making quick work of it. You moaned out obscenely, your hand reaching down to grip his hair and pressing him further into you as you grind your pussy down onto his face. You pleaded and moaned louder as he sucked and licked at you, your heels falling onto his back and digging into his skin. He hissed in response but otherwise kept at it, licking and sucking and repeating until you felt that familiar twist in your stomach.

“Oh fuck...yes please. Please give it to me, make me cum for you daddy. Shit yes!”

You made sure to be as loud as you wanted knowing the audience that had gathered on the other side of the restroom door. Bucky hit that one spot on your clit over and over again, causing your toes to curl in your heels and your back to arch up dramatically. Your eyes rolled up as you came loud and hard, your body convulsing and your thighs squeezing his head as he continued to suck. You attempted to push him away as you felt your body become too sensitive which only caused him to pin you down harder on the counter as he continued

“I...I can’t. Wait….oh fuck”

But he was a demon possessed as he kept going before you felt yourself come again, harder this time as you gripped onto the sink the pressure causing you to snap one of the handles clean off. You felt your release flow out of you as Bucky pulled away and wiped his lips with the back of his hand “Shit I love it when you do that for me”

His shirt was wet with your orgasm and he sent you a smirk as he undid his pants, bringing his cock out as he stroked it. You watched him in awe as you smiled at him, your eyes just as black as his as he reached over to pick you up and slammed you against the nearest wall. You gasped, wrapping your legs around his hips to bring him close, feeling his cock hard against your core.

“Fuck me. My pussy wants you so bad”

Bucky smirked at you before lining himself up and pushing into you fully in one thrust. You let your head rest back against the wall, unable to form a sound when you tried to moan before he began to slam up into you. He fucked you like an animal, all teeth and hands and no emotion. The air of authority fell off of him and made you moan and squeal every time he slid past that spot inside of you. Your nails made work, scratching at his neck when you tried to hold on, at his back causing his shirt to rip open and at the upper part of his ass so you could bring him closer to you.

“I want another out of you little one. I want you to cum all over my dick before I cum inside of this tight pussy you understand me? You gonna do that for me baby? Gonna….shit, gonna give me another one?”

“Oh fuck yes daddy I’ll do it. Anything for you, anything”

He pounded into you at a relentless pace, the vibrations coming off of the two of you causing the lights to flicker in small space and the doors to the stalls to shake on the hinges. When you felt your third orgasm coming you leaned in to kiss him and bite at his bottom lip roughly. You graced him with the most pornographic sounds you had in you, urging him on before you came, your walls gripping onto him like a vice not wanting to let him go. Bucky groaned and let his head fall back before he gripped your hips and began to take full control, using his strength to pull you down on him harder to get into you deeper. The force caused you to slam against the tile wall as you held onto him for salvation.

“Talk to me baby” he said as he used a hand to grab your jaw and made you look at him, “You know how much I love hearing you talk filthy to me”

Your walls spasmed around him as you felt what could have been another orgasm coming as you kept eye contact with him

“Oh daddy, I want you to come inside me. Want you to fill me completely with your cum. I want to be able to feel you inside of me for days. Please give it to me, please cum for me. You make me feel so good baby. Give it to me, fuck give it to me”

Your words drove him to the edge, his hips stuttering as he pushed into you again and he spilled himself inside of you, his orgasm also spurring on another of your own. Bucky’s hands grabbed onto you and pulled you in tightly as he rode out his release into you, pulling out slowly and pushing any cum that was slipping out back into you. You had a dumb smile on your face and you kissed him and pulled away.

“Want to finish this somewhere a little more private?”

Bucky listened to you finally hearing the cheers on the other side of the door and he smirked to himself as he leaned in to kiss you once again and set you on your feet so he could adjust himself, “You really are a bad girl”

You hummed in response as you looked in the mirror and fixed your eyeliner a bit, stepping over the dead body on the floor and you looked down “Almost forgot he was in here”

Bucky chuckled to himself and moved to take a hold of your waist. “What did this poor bastard do?”

“He has a pregnant fiance at home. Figured someone should teach him about consequences so he could use it in his next lifetime”

Bucky let out a deep but loud laugh as he squeezed you to him, “Let’s get outta here”

You smiled as you moved to unlock the bathroom door and allowed it to open a bit before walking back to Bucky and shifting out of the bathroom. You stood right outside and when you heard screaming and commotion you grinned in delight before walking towards Bucky who was waiting for you.

“Thank you”

You leaned up to kiss his cheek and looked down at you with admiration, “What for little one?”

“For blessing me with a new life worth living”

Bucky smiled as you both made your way down the busy street, ignoring the looks you got at your obvious physical state. His lips kissed your temple and he pulled you closer into him, “You deserve it. Now, my place or yours?”

[chadillacboseman]

Tough Decisions - PT II

Pairing: Gustave "Doc" Kateb x F!Reader (kinda...I mean...)

Warnings: Mentions of severe injury, death, some canonical violence.

A/N: This one is kinda short sorry.

Part ONE

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"CESSATION OF VENTILATOR LIFE SUPPORT"

The words at the top of the form made Gustave's chest tighten. It felt wrong to sign it. Like he was giving up on you.

He glanced up at the monitors that beeped above your bed and quickly looked away before the tears began to sting in his eyes again. Elzbieta and Sanaa had been in to check on him numerous times, but he had waved them away.

He had no desire to talk to anyone but Olivier.

So, there he waited, seated next to your hospital bed with the paperwork to let you die clutched in his hands. He was furious. He was hurt. He felt as if he was going to throw up at any moment if he wasn't careful.

"Gustave?" Elzbieta's quiet voice brought him to reality and he glanced up. She winced at the sight of him- dark circles haloed his eyes and his greying hair was hanging in his face. His stubble had grown out, shadowing his chin and jawline, "...Olivier is here to see you."

He didn't come alone. He had brought Seamus and James with him. Elzbieta and Sanaa hung behind in the doorway, watching as the three of them entered and Gustave rose to his feet.

"Jesus, Gus, I'm fuckin' sorry, mate-" James grimaced when he glanced down at you and a look of intense anger flashed across Gustave's face for a moment before it subsided.

"I didn't ask to see either of you," Gustave jerked his head at James and Seamus.

"I know," Olivier cleared his throat quietly, "But I thought-"

"You thought what?" Gustave snapped, "That I'd be mad at you?"

Seamus shifted uncomfortably and glanced at James, who shrugged.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," Olivier folded his arms across his chest, "I'm sorry for your loss, but I did what-"

In an instant, Gustave had cleared the distance between the two of them and shoved Olivier backward against the wall. Before Seamus could intervene, Gustave had his forearm under his chin, pinning him in place as he gasped for air.

"Doc!" James tried to intercede, but Gustave turned to him, wild-eyed, and shoved him away.

"What gave you the right??" Gustave's voice cracked as he spat the words and pushed his forearm tighter against Olivier's throat, "What gave you the right to take her from me?"

"I...didn't-" Olivier hissed, his voice strained as his air was cut off, "The...Archaeans...did that!"

"You made me leave her!" Gustave slammed Olivier harder against the wall and Seamus moved to break them apart, but James stopped him with a warning look.

"And...if...I hadn't? You'd ....be dead...too!"

Gustave relinquished his grip and let Olivier drop to the floor as he backed away on shaking legs. Olivier rubbed his throat and glared up at him, "You understand that? You'd be right there next to her!"

"Maybe I'd rather have died!"

The room was spinning. Everything felt wrong. He didn't want to be here without you- how could he even look the others in the eye every single day?

Gustave dropped to his knees at your bedside and buried his face in the sheets, sobbing as James helped Olivier to his feet with a grunt.

"I'd rather be dead," he whispered as he found your limp hand and clutched it desperately against his face.

"Leave him," Sanaa whispered as she ushered Olivier, James, and Seamus out the door, "Let him be."

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"When I am dead, my dearest, 

Sing no sad songs for me; 

Plant thou no roses at my head, 

Nor shady cypress tree-"

The officiant droned on as rain spattered gently on the wooden lid of the coffin. Harry shifted uncomfortably in his seat, clutching the folded flag he'd have to give to Gustave when the reading ended.

He hated this part.

He hated losing any operator- but one that was loved so strongly would surely cause a rift. Gustave and Olivier already hated each other- their relationship could best be described as "tense" before. Now, he wasn't certain he'd allow them to be alone in a room for fear of the bloodshed.

"And dreaming through the twilight 

That doth not rise nor set, 

Haply I may remember, 

And haply may forget."

The officiant ended his reading as a deafening crack of thunder shook the graveyard and Harry jumped slightly. His wife found his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze to reassure him as he rose to his feet.

Gustave was standing alongside the glossy wooden coffin as rain spattered against the surface. His hair was soaked with it, plastered to his forehead as he mouthed something Harry couldn't make out.

"Gustave," Harry cleared his throat and the Operator turned to him, "I'm sorry for your loss. Everyone at Rainbow is."

Gustave nodded wordlessly and took the flag that Harry extended. He looked exhausted in a way that Harry couldn't even describe.

He didn't even look like the same bright-eyed doctor who had joined them all those years ago.

"We're here for you if you need anything- all of us are," Harry laid a hand on Gustave's shoulder and squeezed gently.

"About that," Gustave reached into the inside pocket of his suit. He produced a small envelope with "Harishva Pandey" scrawled on the front of it.

Harry knew what kind of letter he would find inside.

"Well, 'Doc', it's been an honor to have you serve with us."

[sinisterlyhan]

06. hwang hyunjin /  9259 words

badboy!hyunjin (kind of), virgin female reader, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, size kink, corruption kink, overstimulation, fingering, a little fluff

tw: overstimulation, faint yandere themes 

a/n: hello, josie! i might have dragged this out a little but i hope you like it, nonetheless 🙇🏻‍♀️💞

req: 

a bolt of lightning cracked through the night, rainy sky. the sound that erupted along with it was heinously loud, echoing through every corner of the city, and thus, startling you.

hyunjin furrowed his brows when you winced, your hands going up to your head so you could cover your ears upon nature's piercing attack against them.

"here, you can wear this."

clutched between hyunjin's fingers was an oversized hoodie, one you humbly asked for when the weather was beginning to get chilly further into the night, and you were unfortunately stuck with a simple t-shirt and a pair of denim shorts because you had not anticipated a thunderstorm tonight.

even with the heavy rain outside, you never planned on staying the night at your best friend's apartment. it wasn't unbearable in any way, you could still get on the bus and walk home by yourself. or, if push comes to shove, you would simply grab a cab and have it drive directly to your apartment building.

it genuinely wasn't anything to feel overwhelming concern about.

but hyunjin was not having any of your excuses when you told him you could still make your way home. the rain was pouring too heavily outside, he'd be damned if he ever let you go outside alone, even if it was to head back home.

it took him a whole lot of persuasion to get you to stay behind. it had started with short, playful threats, something along the lines of "hey, if you leave this house i'll chain you to the bed so you can't leave!" words that you didn't take too strongly to heart because he had been laughing when he said it.

however, when you began to insist against his wish, hyunjin suddenly opted for a much softer approach. he reasoned with you about it, telling you how dangerous it could be to head outside at this time of day and under such horrible weather.

you were already caving in half-way down his argument. his voice was toned down to a hush when he spoke to you, and you could never resist it when hyunjin puts down his stoic and aggressive facade in exchange for softness, all just so he could talk to you more calmly and carefully.

plus, he was looking out for your safety. it was indeed unsafe to head outside with the sky crying waterfalls down your head. the roads were slippery, the night was dark and cold, and the empty streets could be haunting.

hyunjin has a point when he wanted you to stay at his apartment for the night. but, despite all that, despite the logic and the consideration, what really got your heart tugging its strings was when he cooed at you to listen to him.

"come on, (name), be a good girl and listen to me, hmm?"

"thank you so much," you said meekly after putting your phone down on the table, trying to shake off the recollection of his low voice addressing you in such a seductive way.

he probably didn't intend for it to come off that way. hyunjin has always been a handful with his teases and laid-back affection. calling you names like that—this wasn't the first time, and unfortunately, he gets you every single time he shoots you a little "good girl," or a small "baby."

it was just what hyunjin does, he probably didn't mean anything by it. it was your mind that went south, being wishful and delusional that he might have said those words out of genuine affection.

"what did your parents say?" he asked after you received his hoodie. he slumped down on the couch next to you, his knee brushing against your bare one when he got into a more comfortable position.

"my dad offered to come and fetch me, but i told him it's fine since i don't want him to drive under this weather," you said, laughing a little as you spread open the hoodie and reached down to the hem. "they can be a little too worried sometimes, but i understand. especially since it's my first time staying over at a boy's home."

"what's so scary about that?" he commented nonchalantly, "it's not like i haven't stayed over at your home before."

you frowned at him, slightly annoyed by his tendency to refute everything your parents has to say about him or your friendship with him. even though you were two legs down on the same boat as him whenever your parents mentioned how much they didn't want you being friends with somebody like hyunjin.

they knew nothing about him, surely. but the piercings-decorated ears, the dyed long hair, the tattooed arms, and the bruises all over his skin were such dead giveaways of his character. not to mention they caught him sleeping in your room multiple times after he snuck in through the balcony window.

"they just don't want me to do anything stupid," you muttered.

"and what stupid thing can you do when you are trapped here alone with me?" he pressed on, eyeing you sharply. his voice was almost caught in a mocking tone as if he was making fun of you for not straightforwardly saying the word 'sex.'

but to be truthful, hyunjin was mostly disappointed that you would refer to that as something stupid. it was as if you could never see yourself laying in bed with him, at least not in intimate quarters.

"hmm, (name)? is it the same kind of stupid thing we could have done when i was hiding under your blanket the other night when your parents came to check your room?"

"hey, hey, what are you talking about," you nervously laughed as you stood up. lightly kicking his leg, you gave him a short frown. "don't make fun of me."

he didn't reply. he only watched as you busied yourself with wearing his hoodie. you pulled the hem to the side, giving yourself space as you raised your arms to lift the clothing above your head. his eyes traveled from the hoodie to your body, and for a split second, he could see the outline of your breasts through the tight shirt you wore.

shit, you took off your bra after showering and just never put it back on.

the sight was gone as quickly as it came. you pulled his hoodie over your head and down your torso, the end of it falling gracefully past your shorts to expose only the soft skin of your thighs.

"oh, okay, there we go," you hummed in satisfaction, pulling at the hoodie and fixing the cuffs. then you looked at hyunjin, smiling. "this feels really comfortable!"

he hummed with amusement, leaning his head to the side where his elbow was propped up on the armrest to focus on the television. and when you heard his laugh, you could only roll your eyes and gently kick him in the shin, assuming that he was making fun of your appearance.

but the laughter he had hung on his mouth was truly nothing more than an innocent facade used to hide the deep, seething lust masked beneath his bright brown eyes.

starting from something as trivial as the fresh rosy scent you smelt of after taking a shower, and the way his socks engulfed your small ankles, to something as knees-tightening as the sight of your nipples poking through your thin shirt and the shower water that once trickled past your delicate skin.

and now his hoodie, covering your small figure. your small, throwaway, fuckable body.

he has never had to control himself this much before. surely, he has had his fair share of dirty fantasies before, but he would only allow those vile thoughts when he was alone and able to take care of it by himself.

all those filthy things he wanted to do to you; the way he could make you scream, the way you would taste on his tongue, the way you would feel around his much bigger self—he threw them all away, unlike the way he would usually deal with them, which was to simply get his way.

"ah!" you flinched again, a yelp leaving your lips when another bolt of lightning zapped through the air.

hyunjin looked over at you, his brow raising at your curled up body. you had pulled your legs up to your chest in an attempt to appear smaller and tighter, to hug yourself to your body as if that would stop the sky from exploding.

it was adorable, the way your eyes squinted and your hands curled into tiny fists to hide under his sleeve. but what he cared about the most was how you had chosen to fall to his side, your head hitting his arm and your body snuggling up next to his unpredictably.

"they're just lightning, dumbass," he commented, yet still reaching an arm over your body to pull you close. “nothing scary about it. it’s not like they can reach indoors.”

"yeah, but they're really loud," you retorted, looking up at him with wide eyes and casually brushing your legs against his. "i got surprised!"

hyunjin sighed after he glanced down at you. your sparkly eyes looking at him in an almost taunting manner, telling him you have no idea what you were doing to him, with the exposed collarbones and the bare legs and the fresh smell coming from your body.

you were clueless. it was your blatant innocence that pushed all his dirty desires to the back of his head. and he has willed himself not to make any move on you because he wanted to preserve that purity within your heart and your core. at least until it was prime time for him to break you down, that was.

(and oh, how he would completely ruin you from inside out when he gets the permission to do so.)

"how can you get surprised even after it happened twice in a row," he rolled his eyes, then he laughed, pulling you into a playful headlock, "admit it, you just wanna get close to me, don't you?”

with that said, you immediately pulled yourself away. albeit, it did take you a hesitant moment to be able to slip out of hyunjin’s chokehold (hilariously, he was the one unwilling to let you go), but you managed by ducking your head and quickly pulling yourself away. when you were finally free of his grasp, he could see that your face had started to heat up from his words, a faint blush adorning your cheeks.

hyunjin widened his eyes. there was only amusement on his face, not one inch of his mind was taking you seriously when you looked so uptight yet tiny in the process of trying to pull yourself together.

“woah–what, i can’t be surprised by thunder anymore?” you defended, pulling your face at him to try to get the attention off your flusteredness. “you–you try going about one a normal day and being interrupted by that loud, freaking thing in the sky–yah!”

as if the sky could hear your intolerant insult, it countered back with a round of humongous thunderclaps, the flashing of the lighting so bright that it was as if someone took a picture of the living room with flash on.

you let out a high-pitched squeal at the sight, your eyes widening, and immediately your first instinct was to fall forward onto hyunjin to hide away from the intruding weather.

hyunjin was ready to catch you. for a second, he was still able to breathe out a laugh at your reaction. but when you have finally dropped on top of him, your body leaning against his chest and your small hand gripping his inner thighs, the space close to where his hardened cock was, he found his heart stuttering.

to make the matter worse, when your clumsy-self decided to sit up upon hearing the gasp that he has let out, your eyes afraid as you thought you had injured him, you only fell forward with an airy trip, your hand scooting over to palm his cock directly.

"shit–" he moaned when your bodyweight forced the pressure down on him, his eyes glowing a shade of lust as he glared at your red cheeks and widened eyes.

"oh–oh, no! i'm sorry, i didn't mean–woah!"

you opened your shut-tight eyes only after you felt your back hit the surface of the couch. you couldn't move your legs nor your body, having been trapped under hyunjin's weight after he tackled you down with your hands pinned to the side of your head.

his mind blanked out there, he wasn't sure where he got this sudden courage from.

it wasn't the courage to pin you on a surface. oh no. he has been doing that in his head many times now, he would have no problem enacting it in real life. not to mention the way you were always rendered speechless with dazed eyes and drool dripping down your chin in his head. he would be stupid to pass up an opportunity to make you all messy like that.

it was the courage to break through his self-control, to finally let your endearing innocence go and finally give himself the chance to see if you were capable of being fucked until you couldn't think about anything else, of being ruined beyond repair.

it was all he could think about when he caught your eyes.

"are you sure you didn't mean to do that?" he asked in a hiss, his breathing heavy and loud. "you know, you've been teasing me the whole night, (name). i'm starting to think you might actually be a fucking whore."

the soft fringes of his hair tickled your skin, but nothing could have diverted your attention from the proximity between the both of you. his face was so close, so heart-flutteringly close yet so painstakingly far that you still weren't kissing him yet.

"why are you not saying anything, hmm?" he muttered near your ear. "don't tell me you're actually this clueless about sex, are you?"

the tip of his nose ghosting down the side of your neck until he found a spot he could leave a mark on.

it was a hesitant kiss. he waited for you to try and push him away, and he had planned to resist your protest to see if you would have a change of heart and allow him the privilege to finally feel you up. but you didn't, you simply laid there, heavy breaths leaving your mouth and knees pressing together as he sucked a harsh bruise on your skin.

hyunjin smirked upon your lack of protest, his heart simmering with joy as he relentlessly attacked your neck with kisses and sucks until he left you with a short pool of hickeys.

you whimpered at the feeling; slightly painful, but also very new and intriguing at the same time. besides, you knew that hyunjin was sucking marks onto your neck, and oh—how alluring was that? being claimed as his, having the presence of his teeth on your body.

you loved it and so did he.

"you still haven't answered my question, baby doll," he said after pulling away, his eyes briefly admiring the purples on one side of your neck before returning to you.

he raised a brow at your flushed cheeks, his grip around your wrist tightening unconsciously as he imagined the way you would look with this hazy expression and your naked body—sweating, blissful, and completely fucked out of your head.

"wh–what question...?" you asked, your voice small and timid before his enticingly lustful eyes.

hyunjin chuckled. he had a feeling that he might be frightening you with this new side of him, and the ego boost it gave him was immaculate. god, you're so small, so timid, so easy to control—it was exactly the way he wanted it.

"are you this clueless about sex?” he mumbled, letting go of your wrist slowly by sliding his hand down along your arm, going further and further down until his fingers were dancing around your exposed thighs. "or are you just faking it?"

"i–" you cut off with a gasp, your knees immediately pinching together as your body flinched at the sudden brush of his fingers against your clothed core.

hyunjin raised a brow. he moved his index finger, adding more pressure to the middle of your pussy while his thumb blindly found your clit. you sucked in loudly, your eyes casting away from his face as your back arched off the couch at the new feeling.

"huh... you really aren't faking it," he purred under his breath, rubbing circles against your clothed clit to bring out a hefty response from you. "well, it's not like i doubted you or anything. you couldn't even curse properly, let alone being fucked raw."

his hand left your core then, eager and impatient. moving up to the waist of your shirt, he fumbled around with the button and the zipper, his eyes focusing on the way your face scrunched up without a word of denial. you simply laid there, letting him do whatever he wanted, dots of doubt clouding your eyes.

his hand slipped under your denim shorts, his hand rubbing across the surface soothingly first before his finger tugged at the hem of your panties. and he attempted to pull them off your hips finally, wanting nothing more than to leave your lower-half naked for him.

you let out a short yelp of surprise when you sensed that you would have nothing but the hoodie to cover yourself up after he gets rid of them. the thought of that made you shudder. you couldn't even muster up the courage to look at yourself in the mirror, let alone letting hyunjin (of all people) see you, touch you, play you.

noticing your agitation, he furrowed his brows and, for a moment, seemingly wanted to stop what he was doing. perhaps he was taking it too far, perhaps you only didn't protest against it because you wanted to please him, to take care of his feelings because that's what you always do.

you were always so damn nice to him. sometimes he feels like all he does is take you for granted.

"i–actually–sorry, shit," he cursed, his hand leaving your opened shorts as he released your wrist. "i'm sorry, god–fuck, what am i doing?"

"hyunjin," you whispered out, surprised at the sudden change of mood.

sitting up, your eyes chased after his aggressive expression and you frowned. he was blaming himself for something, perhaps for what he had apologized for. "hyunjin, are you okay?"

"yeah, i am. just..." he huffed out in annoyance, not looking at you. "i'm sorry, i should have asked first before i did all that. i don't even know if you are comfortable with something like that, shit."

"oh! no, no, i'm actually–well, yes, it would have definitely been nice if you had asked first, hyunjin. that i do agree with." you nodded to yourself with all seriousness, then you burst out of it and turned to him, your eyes bright. "but it's okay! i–uh, i..."

your hands fumbled about in the air, your face scrunched up with shy embarrassment. you weren't sure how you should go about saying you wanted to try it out, whatever hyunjin was just doing to you, you had wanted him to continue.

"i'm just shy, and i have never tried this before, that's why i might look like i don't like it but i–i promise i do!" you said, waving your hands and laughing awkwardly. "besides, if i am to do this with anybody, i think i'll be the most comfortable doing it with you, hyunjin."

his eyes widened. that was not the kind of response he was expecting to get. it was great to know that you felt comfortable enough with him to go this far with the intimacy, but he hadn't expected you to confess to him this way. and right now, looking at you, all he could think about was kissing you, hard on the mouth.

you squealed when he reached out for your face, his fingers gripping your cheeks tightly as he pulled you toward him. his lips brushed firmly against yours, finally, molding perfectly with the shape of your mouth as he kissed you with an infinite amount of desperation.

he was pushing you down again, his body pressing close to yours this time while he concentrated on the feeling of your lips. he was moving quickly, at a pace you couldn't catch up on, therefore making the kiss sloppy and ugly. but neither of you cared. you two have had your affections for each other concealed for too long to break out of this kiss.

opening his mouth, hyunjin harshly bit on your bottom lip, pulling at it to gain a small moan out of you. his hand roamed down from your face to your legs, his hand raking up your thighs to your shorts, and he finally finished with getting it off of you and throwing it to the ground.

"tell me when you want me to stop, okay?" he pulled away from a moment to speak, his eyes staring into yours quietly while his fingers moved near your naked core. "because i don't plan to stop from here on, i won't be able to."

you looked up at him, your heart beating loudly. the air brushed against the lips of your pussy, a cold sensation awaiting for several digits of warmth that would be welcomed between your tight walls as soon as you give the cue. and you felt weirdly excited; scared and excited, with a perfectly weird mixture of arousal dripping along your heart.

"okay, i will," you told him, and he smiled.

"good girl," he praised, rubbing the side of your head. "this is going to feel great, i promise.”

and he was right. it did feel great. it felt new, weird; you have never had anything shoved into your pussy before, not even your own fingers. your first reaction was to clench your legs shut, your knees wanting to desperately close together upon the feeling of hyunjin’s index finger slipping between your lips. but he had stopped you just in time, a hand holding onto your knee and pushing your legs apart for more access.

your walls were clenching down on him hard as well. the unfamiliar feeling has got your entire body going on defense mode, and hyunjin wasn’t sure if he found it hilarious or arousing. he has not met anyone like you in a long while, most people he encountered before were experienced and polished. this was probably his first time having to hold someone’s hand and walk the process through with.

not that he was against the idea of that, though. you might think being inexperienced would be one of your shortcomings, but the superiority your shyness was giving hyunjin was everything he could ask for from the gods above. and for once, he felt like he could take care of you instead of having it be the other way around.

“it’s okay, doll, just concentrate on my hand,” he whispered against your ear, his finger sliding in and out slowly to give you time to adjust to the sensation, to wait for the feeling to consume you when your walls could finally register the friction. “i got you, doll. i’ll make you feel real nice, okay?”

your voice became more and more confident as they turned from letting out short, whimsical breathes to giving him cute, lovely whimpers. the quicker his fingers pumped, the more you could feel your abdomen tightening with a hurried sensation, something akin to the feeling of needing to release.

“jin–hyunjin–“ you moaned out, your face flushed pink and your small hands tightening around his shoulders. “i–ahh!“

you huffed out a breath, your toes curling when he didn’t slow down. instead, he added his fourth finger, slipping it into your cunt quickly and seamlessly before he started to fuck both fingers into your heat, going in and out at a satisfactory pace that made your inexperienced mind see stars. he smirked at your reaction, the lack of words an indirect approval to what he was doing.

“there we go, baby doll,” he said, your slickness rubbing along his skin and lubing his fingers up perfectly. the squelching sound became louder and louder as he stretched you out by moving his fingers in a scissoring motion, occasionally curling them to hit the top for more pressure. “it feels good, doesn’t it? hmm? don’t be shy, tell me how it feels.”

“ye–yes, hyunjin!” you nodded, your eyes darting everywhere on the ceiling. the weird sensation in your tummy was magnifying with each thrust, you could feel the explosion approaching and you didn’t know how to prepare for it. you could only focus on his hands; in, out, in, out. quicker, stronger, thrusting into your hole as if it was the most entertaining thing to do.

“it feels good, it feels–hyunjin i–my tummy–“

you kept trying to hold it in. whatever it was that would spill out of you, you had no idea if he would like that, and you’d be embarrassed if it wasn’t something normal. hyunjin, upon hearing your incoherent words, furrowed his brows slightly and slowed down his pace, unsure if you were trying to get him to stop.

“what is it, baby?” he asked carefully, kissing your cheek and not letting his lips leave your face.

“oh, it’s gone, it’s–there was this weird feeling,” you mumbled to him. “i felt like… like i wanted to pee, or something.”

ah. the light flooded into his eyes, understanding what you meant and immediately feeling the itch of his cock and the twitch of his fingers. that was what got you all messed up—an orgasm. god, how fucking despicable! you couldn’t even properly understand the concept of it, you naive little doll. how would you be like when he let you have one, hmm?

your first orgasm, given by none other than himself. fuck, just thinking about it made him so excited!

he finally let out a chuckle after moments of self-contemplation. he kissed your cheek, your cute chubby cheek. then his hand got to moving, really moving; his fingers were pounding into you, hitting your insides in a hurried pace because he wanted so desperately to get you back to where you were.

it did not take you long. the surprise overwhelmed you quickly and he has you moaning in no time. the tension in your tummy built itself right back up upon the incredible pace, your eyes flashing brightly as the whiteness consumed your mind. hyunjin focused on your face, his eyes sharp as a hawk as he observed all parts of your precious face.

your eyes shut, your lips quirked down, your brows arched up as bliss took over your body—you looked so pretty, it was unreal. the fact that he was causing it felt even more unbelievable.

a final moan brought your release then, your walls clenching down on his fingers as your essence spilled along your walls, coving his fingers up. you have never felt this wet before. how peculiar, you could feel the essence in your pussy, feeling it coat hyunjin’s finger with bubbles of whiteness.

hyunjin smiled to himself, contentment sprouting within his chest when you slumped onto the surface of the couch after your first orgasm, already looking dizzy and tired.

how adorable. he was barely done with you.

wait until he put his cock in you and you’d be done for.

“good job, baby doll,” he praised, kissing your eyes and your mouth before sitting up.

his fingers slipped out of your pussy, letting your cool down for a moment before he held it up to his face. he smirked at the glistening arousal, all sticky and bubbled up like white glue. he couldn’t stop looking at his fingers and the cum adorning the digits; how pretty, it all came from you, it all came from your insides!

you almost thought he planned to lick his fingers and suck off the juices in front of you. but instead, hyunjin reached down to his sweats and carefully pushed it off his hips. your chest rose at the sight of his member, stuffed beneath his tight boxers and aching to be let out to breathe. and you immediately looked away when he noticed you staring with wide eyes, your face once again getting hot.

“aww, is my baby shy?” he asked out loud, a hint of giggle covering his voice as he pushed his boxers down with one hand, preserving his other one simply because he had other plans with it. “look at me, (name).”

you did as he was told, your head turning slowly until the sight of his red cock came into view. you sucked in a silent breath, feeling shy beyond imagination. that was… that was big, it looked big. that was the only word you knew to describe it—big, and probably unfitting for your small hole.

“nothing to be shy about,” hyunjin hummed as he caught your eyes. he raised a brow suggestively, his cum-filled fingers finally moving down to wrap themselves around his shaft. he spread the arousal all over himself, lubing it up as much as he could while groaning to himself. “it’s going to be in you anyway because i’m fucking you with it.”

fuck, just the smallest bit of your cum on his cock as enough to make him feel so euphoric. he could not imagine actually feeling your walls around him.

pumping himself a few more times to get himself wet, hyunjin finally moved down to get closer to your body. he eyed you carefully at first, his eyes trailing over your covered torso and wondering if he wanted to rip the clothes off your body.

agh! what a dilemma! being able to see you completely naked would be a blessing, truly. but oh, to fuck you when you were dressed in his hoodie, looking so small and so helpless, was a dream in of itself.

pouting slightly, he moved his hand over to the hem of the hoodie. however, instead of clutching it, he only slipped his hands underneath the fabric so he could roam his hands up your warm body. the end of the hoodie bucked up to your stomach, exposing your lower body and a part of your tummy before his hands finally met your bare breasts.

you exhaled when he cupped the rounds in his hand, massaging it eagerly and feeling the softness of your boobs. there was a lost look in his eyes, his head drowning in nothing but bubblegum lust upon being able to feel your body up physically. how long has he dreamt of this? many, many times. and just as his dreams were, your body was soft and small, completely catered towards his liking.

you were made for him; for him to squeeze, for him to fuck, for him to love. you were made for him, you were his.

hyunjin slowly leaned down to your face, his body coving yours entirely as one of his hand left your breast to his cock. he guided himself to your entrance, his tip rubbing along your slit for teasing purposes. the gasp you let out was amusing, because he could feel you subconsciously buck your hip up for more.

so shy yet so damn enthusiastic. ah, hell, he loves it so much, it’s unreal!

“feel that, baby doll?” he asked, pushing himself in slightly just for a taste.

“ye–yeah,” you nodded meekly.

“mmhm? do you want more? tell me you want more,” he urged then, lathering himself over your slit and poking through your hole once in a while. “say it out loud. tell me you want me to fuck you.”

the soreness in your neck burned with hesitation. hyunjin was approaching you with such sudden demands, demands that you were still too shy to fulfill. but you also really wanted to feel him inside of you despite the fear of the unknown.

he was literally at the entrance already. it would only take you a few beg to feel the heavenly bliss like the one he has given you before; the friction against your walls, the stretchy feeling of your hole, the impactful thrusts of his cock—mmm!

“please… plea–please fu…” you pursed your lips, cheeks red and hands covering your mouth until your voice was muffled. “please fuck me, hyunjin.”

“i can’t hear you with the sleeves covering your mouth,” he cooed demandingly, caressing your cheek until he impulsively gave it a light smack. he smiled at you, impatient about having to hold himself back when he was so close to tasting heaven.

“you’re going to have to speak the fuck up, baby doll.”

you trembled at the way his eyes growled. they have darkened with exasperation, desperate and yearning for more so he could satiate the lust-filled in his chest. you wouldn't dare to disobey him, but having to say such filthy words were also so demeaning, you weren't sure if you could proudly do it.

your silence burned his anger. hyunjin cracked under his desire quickly when he pushed himself slightly into you again. your walls engulfed his tip, and the warmth made him realize he has made a grave mistake. now all he could think about doing was to slam himself inside your cunt, fucking you raw and messy.

"fine," he growled under his breath, discarding your disobedience to the side as he slipped his hand out of your shirt and reached out to grab your arms.

he pinned your hands on top of your head, pinning one wrist over the other before his much larger hand tightly bounded them together with a death grip, pushing your wrists down on the couch surface.

"don't say anything then," he muttered, breathing down your neck. "i'll get you begging for more soon anyway."

the second his voice dropped, he spared no time to push himself inside you, stretching you out painfully.

your eyes snapped open, wide with tears as the burning sensation riddled your core. your arms moved, struggling against hyunjin's stronger grip miserably while your legs bent at the impact of his thick girth.

"ah–no! no, no! it hurts!"

you inhaled a choked gasp when he slowed down, seemingly snapping out of his trance from enjoying the way you felt far too much. the tears that once brimmed behind your eyes rolled down your cheeks, the pain subsiding very slowly as he had stopped pushing himself entirely.

hyunjin looked at you, his brows furrowed with concern. oh no, he was not hoping for this. he knew it would hurt you, considering this was your first time having sex, but he hadn't actually thought about what to do, neither did he expect you to cry from the stretch.

god, why did he have to be so sloppy and unprepared all the time? and he wanted to take care of you? what a damn joke.

"i'm sorry, i know it hurts but–i can stop if you want me to, baby," he whispered, running a hand through the side of your face and caressing your cheek to wipe away the tear stains.

you were quick to shake your head, glancing down at him with a soft smile. "no, it's okay, i can–you can keep going."

he stared at you as if giving you time to opt-out if you were to have any second thoughts. but you didn't. you were ready for this, and that was because it was hyunjin hovering above you and not somebody else.

if you were going to have sex, if you were going to lose your virginity, it has got to be him and nobody else.

your determined eyes were the cue he needed to keep going, not before he double-checked and made sure you knew you had ultimate control over whether this session would keep going or not.

hyunjin, very carefully this time, pushed himself further into your heat when you were ready. your walls clenched down on him, adding pressure to his cock and giving him a very tempting sensation. but he reminded himself to hold back for a while, to wait until it was easier to move before he would begin to devour you whole.

it was getting extra hard, though. your walls were pulling him to a stop with how tight you were.

"shh, shh, hey, i know, i know," he whispered in between the peppering of kisses on your face, his free hand rubbing your sides to calm your pained whimpers down as he pushed himself to the hilt.

"you are doing so great, baby doll. you feel so good around me, you're heavenly–mm, fuck!" he cursed, dipping his head to your neck when you suddenly clenched around him. he wasn't sure if that was a voluntary action or not. either way, you were driving damn crazy. "ugh–you make me want to fuck you so bad!"

you forced yourself to take in heavy breathes, letting the calmness flow through your body while you acknowledged the thick shaft stuffed between your private walls. you felt full, you could feel yourself wrapped up around him and you felt stuffed, in the best way possible.

"hyunjin, you can move," you said quietly, eyeing him. "just... not too quickly."

he laughed, fondly. he raked his hand through your hair, rubbing your scalp gently as he brushed the hair out of your face. his eyes were softer now, for a brief moment at least. you could see the lust vanishing to be replaced with warm affection.

"okay, baby," he said, watching you carefully as he pulled out before shoving himself back in, slow and sensual so you could adjust to him. "is this good for you, mm?"

you nodded, finding yourself enjoying the way his cock moved along your walls more and more. it was an unexplainable feeling. there was this punch to your gut every time his tip hit you deep inside, an electric feeling that rained over you each time.

it felt good, really good. and you wanted more, rapidly and hardly.

hyunjin repeated the slow movement, again and again, his sight blurring when he noticed the shift in your voice. your uncomfortable purrs were turning into moans, louder and more dragged out moans, so breathy and hot that he could feel the temptation in his dick burn.

he discreetly picked up his pace, unable to fully hold himself back from intensely ramming into your small body. he didn't want to hurt you again, but goddamn it, he needed to feel more of you, and to hear more, to see more.

much to his delight, the only response you gave him after he started to thrust at a more satisfying speed was to moan louder. his cock brushed against your walls, even if you were more comfortable now, your small hole was still sticking to his skin perfectly and building up the tension in his abdomen.

there was bliss attached to his name when it spilled from your mouth, making him feel over the moon to know that he's made you feel this way, making him snap his hips harder into your pussy to earn more noises out of you.

"ahh–hyunjin, hyunjin i'm–" you moved your arms, your fingers moving against each other above your head, unable to get out of his hold. pursing your lips then, feeling the releasing feeling in your abdomen again, you dipped your head to look at him and you whined, "it's that, again, the feeling–ahh."

and he could tell, he could just tell that you were nearing your second orgasm again when his name started to come in broken sounds. it made him want to coo; you inexperienced little thing, how quickly have you reached your maximum threshold for pleasure already?

he hasn't even let his desires free yet.

"you wanna cum, hmm?" he asked, knowing well that you do. "you gotta tell me baby, or else i can't help you with it."

you blushed, your hands wanting to move to your mouth out of instinct, but they were trapped under hyunjin's tough grip for the time being. the only thing you could do was as he asked of you to—tell him you wanted him to fuck you until you cum.

"i... i want–mm," you looked away for a brief moment, feeling embarrassed. "i want to cum... ple–please, hyunjin."

"see? that's wasn't so hard, was it, dolly?" he grinned, leaning down to your face to bit the side of your jaw out of impulse. when his lips dragged up to your ear, he whispered, "feel free to let go when you want to."

the next second overwhelmed you. he had pulled himself out until his tip almost left your sticky hole, leaving you with an empty feeling. but when he slammed himself in the next second, wordlessly and without any warning, he simply did not stop his advances. he continued with the same quick pace and the same strength, thrusting into you in hopes to chase your high and give you what you wanted.

you squealed at the newfound feeling of his tip reaching deeper and deeper within your cunt. your back arched into his chest, your limbs trembling at the force of his hips ramming into yours and your eyes rolling up upon the tension building up in your cunt.

"ah–fuck, fuck–oh my god!" you huffed out, feeling your release approaching until your toes curled and your voice gave out at the actual climax.

"there we go, dolly, good job," he muttered, planting kisses along your neck.

you breathed heavily, letting the stars fade away from your eyes and calming down for a moment. and when your consciousness finally returned to you, as did the soreness in your joints and your heat, your brows furrowed at the feeling of your hole still being stuffed full of his cock.

hyunjin was still going.

he buried his face at the crook of your neck, moans and grunts letting out of his lips as he rutted in and out of your heat like a dog, feeling the warmth of your essence and your walls all over him. you were still tight around him because of the previous orgasm, and he was taking his chance to feel as much friction as he could.

you laid on your back, your eyes facing up the ceiling as you felt the pleasurable feeling slowly build itself back up in your abdomen. you huffed, unsure if it was supposed to happen that way and slightly overwhelmed with the soreness in your cunt.

"hyunjin–"

"what?" he growled under his breath, continued to snap his hips against yours.

"i feel a little–huh, fuck!"

your body pulsated at the hit against your g-spot. it wasn't like any other thrusts, this one made you want to scream out loud, this one was like butterflies flapping in your stomach but magnify the feeling, this one made you want more even though you felt like you could barely take more thrusts in your used hole.

"ahh–fuck, hyunjin, what is–"

he kept hitting the spot, hard and quick, giving you one zap of pleasure after another. the euphoric sensation rushed over your head, your legs automatically moving up to his back so your walls clench down on him, narrowing his path for a better aim.

it felt good, it felt so good, you couldn’t think about anything else but to anticipate having the spot be repeatedly pounded into.

wanting to look up at you solely to catch the lewd look on your face when he hit your sweet spot, hyunjin found it impossible to remove himself from your rosy neck as he focused on the build-up of his own orgasm. it was approaching quicker and quicker, your walls knowing how to clench around him just fine.

his hand roamed your side, squeezing your breast and finally resting on your tummy. he sniffed your scent, his hand desperately pressing down on your stomach until he could feel his tip poke out from the inside. the bulge made his heart jump with a passionate burn, it made him groan in approval.

god, how was this possible. you were truly made for him—so small and so innocent. he was gonna tear you apart, he swore.

"jin–more, more, please–" you yearned, arching your back off as your eyes widened with lust. his had increased his speed even more, the hip-stuttering kind, making you see spots in whiteness as your mouth spilled the words you once deemed too embarrassing to say.

your legs pushed against his back, trying to bring him closer. you begged, desperately, for more and more. "please, fuck me, fuck me–ahh–"

you words were nothing short of arousing for him. who would have thought he would ever hear you say those things? 

the moans you let out has got hyunjin cuming in no time, his cock twitching in your warm hole before his exasperated release, his cum spilling into your hole and filling you up.

"ahh, fuck!" he grunted loudly, his eyes shutting at the relieving feeling.

you felt the warmth coating your walls, your eyes widening in the realization that hyunjin came inside of you. the thought made you feel hot and dirty, so shy and bothered.

he kissed your collarbones, his lips dragging up to yours before he kissed you. you moaned into his mouth, feeling his hand move down from your tummy to your pussy. his finger pressed against your clit, rubbing it in circles to get you to your climax again.

he pushed into you, riding out his orgasm and helping you chase your third one tonight. you tried to move away from his mouth, wanting to moan freely, but hyunjin remained on top of your lips, finding it extremely alluring to eat away at your desperate noises.

your muffled noises got louder and louder as he became more aggressive, forcing himself inside you and pinching your sweet spot again and again. soon enough, you let out a silent scream upon feeling the knot in your abdomen burst, your essence rushing along your walls again to add more in your already full hole.

your entire body shut down then; your legs slipped down from hyunjin's back and your back falling on the couch. he watched you quietly, a manic gleam present in his eyes as his hand unconsciously gripped your nails-marked wrists tighter.

"dolly...? how are you doing, hmm?" he asked softly, not pulling out of you as he leaned his face down to hover over yours. your eyes found his slowly, and he couldn't find a trace of recognition in them. "aww, no way. have i messed you up?"

he could hear giggles in his head, a crazily satisfied giggle. this was the look, this was it! this was the face he has been dying to see on you! the dazed, lost, exhausted, completely fucked out look; mouth agape, lids trembling, chest heaving, and voice grumbling.

pretty, pretty, pretty! how pretty! you're absolutely broken and you look gorgeous! he wanted to do it again, he wanted to tear you apart again!

pulling out of you, he moved away from you and scooted down your torso. his hands clutched your ankles, bringing your legs up and causing the hoodie to slide down your thighs. spreading your feet apart, his eyes widened in anticipation upon seeing your dripping heat, the gooey whiteness slowly oozing out of your pretty, quivering hole.

looking up at you, he tentatively moved his fingers over your slit. you flinched immediately at his touch, a soft cry leaving your lips.

he raised a brow—very sensitive.

fun.

without further warning, he moved closer to you and pushed the hoodie further up your stomach. laid between your legs, hyunjin carefully inserted two fingers into your holes, gathering your cum in his hands and pumping in and out slowly.

your walls clenched at the sensation of being played with again. too sore, your cunt was too sore and your mind was too hazy to register the incoming pleasure that all you could think about was to stop it.

your legs quickly forcing themselves shut. but hyunjin has got one hand curled around your ankle, pushing you open to keep you accessible.

"it's okay, baby doll," he said gently, humming close to your heat. "you can take another one, you will take another one."

"huh!" you gasped out in pleasant surprise, your head perking up when you felt his lips smooch your heat. "jin–hyunjin–what are you doi–ahh!"

he hummed against your cunt, his tongue running a slow line up your slit before he kissed it, taking the cum into his mouth and spitting out the saliva mixed with it. his hand continued to rub your clit, stimulating you and causing tremors along your spine.

fuck, how delicious you taste. this was better than anything he could ever imagine—all the other people he's slept with, all the dreams he's consumed at night. they could never compare to this, having your cunt in front of him and his tongue catching every last drop of you.

not a single drip to waste. he has to have all of you in his system because everything about you belongs to him. your essence, your body, your mind, your heart—everything. you are his.

your moans were starting to get thick and airy, your senses blurring together into one. all you could think about was his tongue, fucking you rapidly with flicks and thrusts; his plump lips kissing your pussy, his teeth occasionally grazing your skin; hist thumb circling your clit, pressing and pinching you.

pleasure, there was only pleasure. so overwhelming that you could feel tiny, soft little pains present in your chest. too much but not nearly enough—you wanted more, the sweet poison, you wanted all of it.

"fuck! hyunjin, please, i wanna cum," you begged, tongue swiping across your dry lips and saliva gathering at the tip to drip down your chin. "hyunjin more, more, please! i wan–wanna cum!"

he smirked. such filthy things to say! you even cursed, and it was all for him! how endearing. he almost couldn't remember how you were like before he completely turned you into his sex-crazed doll.

ah, that innocent little girl you once were. how adorable, how foreign. if he could revert you to that, he would, just so he could corrupt you all over again.

"just cum, baby," he mumbled against your heat. "let me swallow all of you."

your body clenched at the pleasure, the overstimulation pushing you to the edge and shoving you down. your senses fell, rapidly, and you spilled yourself all over his face.

hyunjin kissed your hole up, flicking his tongue and gathering up all your juices into his mouth, cleaning you up with his mouth. your warm juices stained his tongue like fine wine, he gulped down down his throat with ease.

you were trembling during the process. even the smallest feeling of his lips near your core was enough to make you shiver. a moment of relief spread through your chest when you finally saw him stand up, leaving your half-naked body on the couch as he walked to the bathroom.

hyunjin headed out with a towel, wet with warm water. he sat by the edge of your head and gently held your body up, his eyes frowning when you winced at the movement.

he pulled you to his chest, letting you lean on him to rest. one hand going around your waist, his other hand reluctantly brushed at your leg. when you shrunk away, he flinched as well, but he was quick to bounce back to his senses to comfort you.

"hey, it's okay, i'm just going to clean you up, okay?" he informed softly, kissing your temple to distract you while he gripped the back of your thigh to pull your leg up.

his hand went down to your exposed cunt, the warm cloth in his hand turning before he slowly wiped you down, cleaning you up carefully. you laid there in his arm, breathing out quick pants and keeping down your sensitive flinches so he could take care of you easier.

"you did such a good job, baby," he whispered, continuing to pat you down. "you have no idea how well you took me. you did so well, and you made me feel so happy."

sweet, sweet words flooded your ears. you blushed at them, acting as if they were just your daily compliments and not about how great you have been, laying there and taking his cock like a stupid toy. either way, you were beyond delighted to know that you have made him feel good, as he did you.

"thank you for making me feel so good as well," you mumbled, bringing his hand up to kiss the back of his palm. "it wasn't as scary as everyone says it'd be. and i like it, it feels..." you hummed, "good. it feels good."

"i'm glad you liked it." hyunjin giggled. "may–maybe we can... do it again... some time."

that was a blind shot. even though he just had sex with you, he wanted to be sure where you two were.

"oh, sure, i'd... i'd like that...?" you laughed, feeling shy as you played with his fingers. "hmm, how are we gonna tell my parents about this..."

"about us having sex?” he asked incredulously, although not much opposing the idea. to have your parents know how he has ruined their little daughter’s mind and filled you up? god, he wondered how they would react knowing that their little girl loves him enough to let him do that.

"no! about you being my boyfriend, please!" you waved your hands at him, amused. "i mean... unless that didn't actually mean anything–"

"it did! it definitely did–oh god, yes!” he exclaimed, his hands fumbling suddenly as he dropped the cloth in his hand. his mind went into a frenzy, not quite sure what he could do except kissing you all over your face. “thank god!"

the smile on his face was dazzling to look at. you felt your heart pump excitedly upon his enthusiasm. seeing him so happy about being in an official relationship with you was surprisingly fulfilling and reliving, perhaps it was because you have spent so long thinking you didn't deserve him only to realize you have been wrong the whole time.

"oh, i love you so much," he muttered, hugging you close to his chest as he kissed your cheek, rocking you two from side to side.

you laughed. it was amusing to see him act all mushy like this. nobody outside would believe it if they see him now, all loving and clingy.

turning your head away from his incoming kiss attacks, your eyes caught sight of the window and the scenery outside.

oh, how peculiar. the thunder has stopped.