#(also love how i said it was gonna be pure smut but it takes 3k words to get to it 💀💀💀)

[ihangelic]

so apparently ‘pwp’s original definition is ‘porn without plot’ but i thought/have seen other authors use like it means ‘porn WITH plot’ so like??? i’m confused 😭😭 in my head pwp = porn with plot and ‘pwop’ means porn without plot. but now i’m so mixed up i feel i’ll never use the acronym again LMAO

[blueeyedheizer]

distraction (part 2) - frank mccullen (smut)

WARNINGS: smut (m on f), protected sex, this is like...pure filth, once again do not interact if you're under 18

A/N: I loved writing distraction so much I had to write a part two. love me some frank smut 😌 also it's currently 1am so forgive any mistake or typo. I'll proofread this properly in the morning :) (3k words)

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It's been almost three weeks since you had sex with Frank, and you hadn't seen nor talked to him since then.

The truth is, when he left your room that night you had no intention of seeing him again. He was nothing but a one-night stand — a distraction, as he put it.

And yet the more days went by the more you found yourself thinking about that night you spent together, and to your own surprise you found yourself wanting to experience it again. The way he lost control at the mere sight of your naked chest, the sheer lust in his eyes when he pleasured you. You had never felt so admired, so worshipped. Everything he said to you had been stuck in your head since then and your body was screaming for you to drive over to his and beg him to take you on every possible surface.

After taking care of yourself down there and lazing around in bed for a little while you eventually got up, dragging your body to the bathroom for a shower. Then you went through all your lingerie, picking your favorite black set before putting it on in front of your full-length mirror.

You took a moment to admire yourself, turning slightly around to look at your butt. The set was adorned with small red silk ribbons on both hips of the panties and the bridge of the bra, and the top hugged your chest just right making it perkier.

It's unbelievable how a good pair of lingerie can boost up your confidence and make you feel so good in your skin. Honestly you looked like a whole goddess and that wasn’t something you thought about yourself a lot, especially not lately.

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Your hand raised up to the door, hovering there for a moment right until you decided to take a deep breath and knock.

The door opened shortly after, revealing a rather surprised Frank.

"Hey." he smiled awkwardly, leaning his arm against the doorframe.

"Hey to you too."

"What, um...what are you doing here?"

"Just thought I'd pay you a visit. You know, after you insisted on leaving me your address. Gonna let me in?"

"Sorry, yeah, of course. After you." you gave him a small smile and he stepped aside, letting you walk in. You were surprised to find two other people in the room.

"Y/N, this is my best mate Harland. And this is my... uh- my cousin. Pixie." you suppressed a scoff and looked down, having to bite your lips to stop yourself from laughing. Pixie waved at you slyly, to which you answered with a nod.

"It's nice to meet you, Y/N, but we were just about to leave." Pixie said as she picked up a bag from the floor and made her way over to the door, not missing the opportunity to slap your ass on her way. "Bye, stranger."

Harland followed her closely, looking back and forth between you and her with a confused expression that matched Frank's.

"We're not done, Frank." Pixie said, raising her eyebrows before she stepped out of the small place. Once they were gone, Frank turned to you.

"What was that?"

"What was what?"

"That thing with Pixie."

"Nothing." you answered, shrugging and quickly brushing off the topic. "So, these your digs?"

"Uh, temporarily, yeah." Frank sat down on the small couch stretching his arms out.

"Temporarily?"

"Well to be honest, I've been looking at a few potential property deals that would be, you know, significantly larger than this, but with the markets in this state..."

You looked at him with raised eyebrows, fighting back a smile. He cleared his throat awkwardly, shifting on his seat.

"What?"

"Nothing." you smiled. "I like it here, actually." you looked around the room for a moment, taking in your surroundings before coming to sit on the couch next to him.

"You do?"

"Yeah. It looks cozy." you shrugged before turning to look at him, squinting your eyes a little when you noticed the way his leg bounced. "Is everything okay? You seem nervous."

"No, yeah. Yeah, i'm alright. Just some...family issues, you know." he answered and scratched the back of his head again, a nervous habit of his.

"Your cousin's causing trouble?"

"Yeah it's...I mean, not really. It's— fuck, it's complicated." he stuttered. Your brows knitted into a frown as Frank hunched forward and sighed, rubbing his face with his hand. "Actually, Y/N. There's something you need to know." He eventually admitted. You hummed lightly, letting him know that you were listening. "Pixie's not my cousin."

A smirk slowly stretched across your face as he finally made eye contact with you and you laughed, resting your arm on the couch.

"She's definitely not your cousin."

"What do you mean?"

"Pixie's my best friend, Frank. Of course she's not your fucking cousin."

"Wait— what did you just say?"

"Pixie Hardy is my best friend. Not your cousin."

He looked at you for a moment before falling back against the couch, stunned.

"So you know about...everything?"

"Yeah. She told me you got yourself into some trouble." you bring yourself closer to him, leaning to whisper in his ear with a smirk while your hand rubs his thigh teasingly. "You know... I wouldn't want to have to deal with her step dad. A gangster with a penchant for violence. He's not the kind of person you'd want to cause trouble to. He can be nice when he wants to, but when it comes to business..." you caught his lobe between your teeth, pulling gently while your hand moved upwards to palm him through his jeans.

"Y/N...this— this isn't funny." he spoke, his breathing shortening from your actions.

"Oh but i'm being dead serious, Frank."

You placed your finger under his chin and tilted his head so that he was facing you. Your other hand stilled for a couple seconds just to tease him, until you spoke again. "Pix told me a bunch of stories... and I really wouldn't want you to become the main character in one of those." you whispered. Your lips hovered right up close to his, barely touching but enough for him to feel your warm breath fan over his mouth while your hand continued its movements down there.

You slowly trailed your lips along his jaw and moved so that you could straddle his lap, smirking at the way he whined when your hand left his crotch. His breath came out in short huffs, the fact that you were doing this to him, that he was so worked up because of you was boosting your confidence like never before.

You had him wrapped around your fingers and, fuck, you loved every second of it.

"You should get out of town before he finds you." you noted softly and teasingly, placing your hands on his shoulders and massaging delicately yet firmly enough to work out the knots before sliding your hands up to his neck.

"Wh—what about you?" he stuttered.

"What about me?"

"I want to see you again."

"I'm not going anywhere, you know where to find me once you've dealt with that." you smirked and rid him of his shirt, throwing it somewhere in the room. "Now relax and let me do all the work, okay?" you whispered and he nodded profusely, eyes glued on your lips. "Good boy."

Without further ado you pressed your lips against his in a hungry kiss, his hands coming to rest on your hips as your own settled behind his head. You started circling your hips, feeling his growing hardness rubbing your center and relieving yourself a little with the friction against your clit.

Without breaking the kiss you unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans before pushing the last item of clothing down just enough to free his semi hardened length. Spitting in your hand, you reached down and started stroking him slowly, letting your thumb run over his slit, humming softly and biting your bottom lip as you finally got what you wanted.

"Fuck." he whimpered. You watched with a satisfied smirk as he glanced down to watch your movements, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard, trying to keep his composure. But soon enough, your ministrations caused continuous short breaths and moans to leave the back of his throat. "Y/N. Shit i'm close—”

Without warning you climbed off his lap, a frustrated groan followed by a curse leaving his lips as his head fell back against the couch. You rid yourself of your jeans, leaving you in just your panties and you smirked as he watched you with the same look of lust he had the first time. You pulled your shirt over your head, revealing your matching set before climbing back up to straddle him and playing with yourself through the only thin fabric left to cover your intimacy. Frank's eyes widened, a grin spreading over his lips as he took in your appearance, watching your movements intensely.

"Fuck baby, you're gonna be the death of me." he panted, hands moving up to cup your breasts. Then he hooked a finger in the cup of your bra and pulled it down enough to expose your nipple and attach his lips to it, sucking softly.

You moaned in response, quickening the pace of your fingers on your clit and biting your finger innocently as you smirked.

"I see someone is all dolled up today." he teased, his cocky attitude taking over. Your rolled your eyes and chuckled, pulling a condom from your bra and waving it in his face.

"Someone also brought a condom." you teased back before settling your mouth back on his lips while he ripped open the condom and slid it on himself.

Then you moved your panties to the side and sat down on him slowly, moaning and cursing as you did. You rested your hands on his shoulders as you took some time to adjust, your fingers digging into his skin while Frank kept both of his hands on your hips, his head fallen back from the pleasure. Once you had him fully inside you, you seized the occasion and attached your lips to his exposed neck, small moans leaving your lips as you slowly lifted yourself back up and started setting a steady pace, a pace that increased more and more as the new found pleasure ignited a fire inside your belly.

Within minutes you were bouncing on him, moans after moans falling from your lips as you felt every inch of him deep inside you.

“That's right...fuck— you’re so fucking hot” Frank groaned, leaning in to kiss down your neck and suck gently, mimicking your previous actions.

"God— there," you whined and your head fell back, your eyes squeezing shut as he began thrusting his hips in sync with your movements, hitting your g-spot repeatedly.

"Yeah? You like that baby? Come on. Show me how much you love having my cock buried inside you. Fucking cum for me." he hissed through gritted teeth, his hand coming up to fist in your hair. You could only let out louder moans in response, unable to even spit out a coherent answer in your current state.

His hands then came to rest flat against your back, holding you close as you rode him. Your arms wrapped around his head, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling, tugging, your moans getting more and more desperate as you bounced up and down trying to ride him as best as you could while he whispered words of praise and encouragement in your ear. You could tell by the way he panted heavily against your skin that he was close to his release, maybe even closer than you were.

"Touch me," you demanded, almost sobbing at the overwhelming feeling of your orgasm approaching. Frank didn't need to be asked twice as his hand immediately reached between your bodies and found your clit, rubbing it in fast circles.

“Fuck! Oh, fuck right there!"

Without warning Frank flipped you over so your back was against the couch, taking full control. He wrapped a hand around your throat and fucked you roughly, drawing loud moans amongst other obscene sounds from you. Your hand came to grab his wrist and you squeezed your eyes shut, back arching, legs closing around him and moaning out when you finally tipped over the edge, your screams of pleasure triggering his own orgasm shortly after.

Frank pulled out and only gave you little time to breathe before he pushed your legs open and knelt down before you. He wrapped his arms around your thighs to hold you down and wasted no time in burying his face between them, eating you out vigorously. His nose nudged your clit as he took your lips into his mouth, alternating between sucking, lapping up your juices and plunging his tongue deep inside of you before moving up to your clit and sucking, causing moans after moans to be pulled from you as you gripped his hair and arched your back desperately, your legs closing of their own accord around his head.

"Keep 'em open for me baby. Fuck." he pulled away only enough to breathe out the words before diving back in, his tongue skillfully exploring you.

"Fuckfuckfuck just like that, just like tha—oh fuck!" You were writhing uncontrollably underneath him, knees going up as you held onto anything you could to stop yourself from falling apart as you started to feel lightheaded from the pleasure spreading through your body, feeling yourself once again being drawn towards release. His hums and moans against your core became more frequent, mixing with your own gasps and whines.

He was making you feel so good it was like he knew your body like the back of his hand, rubbing just the right spots with the perfect amount of pressure, fully knowing what you love and what leaves you screaming for more.

By the time he was finished with you, you were a boneless mess, unable to hold onto a single coherent thought, thighs still quivering from your release and cheeks stained with tears. Frank trailed soft kisses along your jaw and neck while you worked on getting your breathing back under control, panting heavily.

"Are you alright? Was it too much?" he asked softly, wiping the tears from your cheeks with his thumb. There he was again, his soft, hesitant side taking over that cocky and confident one.

You shook your head weakly, only a small whine leaving your mouth as you pushed your hair back from your face. Then you brought your hand over his cheek and pulled him in for a slow, passionate kiss, having to pull away for air too early for your liking.

"You're so good at this. Fuck." you exclaimed breathlessly.

With one last kiss to your lips, Frank pulled his pants up and fell onto the couch next to you, closing his eyes as he exhaled deeply, chest heaving. You glanced at him, fighting back a smile and biting your bottom lip as you noticed his flushed face.

Then a comfortable silence settled in the room, neither of you wanting to speak just yet. Once you were breathing regularly again you put your clothes back on lazily, still sat on the couch, only lifting your body to pull up your pants.

"My ex reached out to me the other night." you told him, breaking the silence. "Said he dumped the other girl and wants me back..."

Frank's brows dropped into a frown as he glanced at you, not knowing what to say. You lowered your gaze to fiddle with the hem of your shirt but then peeked at him again when you spoke.

"I said yes."

After that, the silence grew heavy in the room. Frank leaned back against the couch with a sigh, eyes fixed on the ceiling. A couple seconds passed, the only things that could be heard were your breathing, still a bit heavy from your previous activities.

Until...

"Jesus Christ, Frank." you scoffed softly, an amused smile upon your lips. "Seriously? Do you really think I'd be here if that was true?"

"Fucking hell, Y/N." Frank cursed under his breath, his face scrunching up and turning red in embarrassment. You giggled and moved to straddle his lap again, your hands cupping his cheeks. "That wasn't funny." he added.

"I'm sorry. You're just so easy to tease." you smiled, tracing his bottom lip with your thumb before leaning in to press your lips against his in a slow yet passionate kiss, humming softly as his hands slid along your thighs, stopping at your lower back and leaving goosebumps on their way. After a couple seconds you pulled away, pulling his bottom lip gently.

"My ex did reach out to me. But I told him to fuck off and I especially insisted on making sure he knows I never want to hear from him again."

You couldn't help but notice how deep in thought he was as he looked at you, his eyes scanning your face as you spoke. You could tell he was still caught up in his post-orgasmic bliss, looking at you though half lidded eyes. You smiled, raising an eyebrow questioningly.

"Why are you staring?"

Frank shrugged, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

"You're so beautiful." he murmured. Your cheeks immediately felt warmer and you lowered your gaze to hide a smile, returning it back to his own when his fingers gently trailed down your cheek to cup your chin. His eyes set on your lips and back to your eyes, almost as if asking for permission.

"You can kiss me all you want Frank, I think we're past this already." you smirked, touching noses with him before connecting your lips again. The kiss rapidly became urgent, open-mouthed, his hands roaming and exploring the skin of your back while yours tangled in his hair, pulling him closer.

You were first to pull away, knowing you couldn't go for another round just yet anyway.

"Just do what Pix says and you should be fine. She knows what she's doing." you murmured against his lips, your finger playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. "And like I said, you know where to find me when you come back."

[hawkland]

Destiel fic recs/what I’ve been reading (round #2)

I promised (eventually!) more fic recs and I figured I’d better do it soon before my list to talk about got TOO long. Also I’m just bubbling to praise up an amazing fic I read last night that literally has given me a fanfic hangover this morning and I need you all to suffer with me.

Starting with that fic in question:

Aria for an Angel (84k) by anyrei, mugglerock. I hurt all over from this one and I command you to do the same.

That said, DO NOT READ if you can’t stand the idea of Cas finding love/happiness with someone else (even if the fic is endgame Destiel). Also don’t read if you can’t stand your heart being shattered by pain before being carefully put back together again. Those warnings aside, this is one of the most stunning fics I’ve read yet in SPN fandom and I’m going to rec it at you no matter what. I’ve been feeling very pissy at Dean lately, as I’m on season 12 in my complete watch-thru, and with how much Cas has been suffering and getting beaten down for, like, SEASONS now. And it got me looking for fics where Cas gets some of the TLC/love/care that he needs from someone else, at least until Dean can get his shit together. Enter Mick Davies. Mick comes to Cas for help with a case that ends up involving a Grigori, and the two grow closer as Cas enjoys spending time with someone who genuinely expresses care and concern for him...but when Dean finds out will he have to choose between the Winchesters, his found family on Earth, and his new boyfriend? And when tragedy strikes, is it too late for a second chance at his first love again?

This story is funny, hot, heartbreakingly sad and just completely wrung me out emotionally. The characterizations totally worked for me, the growth they all went through was the kind of stuff I only wish the writers of the show could pull off. There’s just...there’s so much pain and love and some good stuff with poor Sam and Mary caught in the middle of this shitstorm and I wasn’t sure I could be brought back around to wanting Cas and Dean together in the end, but the authors pulled it off and everything about this story hurts, and heals, in the best possible way.

The rest of my recs in this round-up beneath the cut.

Seek to Know You Better (32k) by ahurston. Season 15 canon-divergence—so no Empty, no rusty nail, but things are relatively calm and settled in the hunter/Winchester world. As such Dean and Cas go on a road-trip together, investigate some minor cases, and gradually open up and really TALK via a “36 Questions That Lead to Love” article Cas finds on-line. One of those fics that just gives you a happy glow inside to read; it feels very believable and the characters have a maturity and adultness to them that just feels right. The little details of all the places they stop for food while talking are a delight, and it’s just the right amount of pining (for me) before they finally get things together.

Purgatory, director's cut (27k) by runsinthefamily. THIS IS THE ULTIMATE PURGATORY FIC (well, in my reading adventures so far.) Written (apparently?) before season 8 actually aired, it takes a very different - and weirdly creative and bizarre - look at what purgatory would be like. And if Cas stuck with Dean through it all.  It also posits that as a human Dean would be “allergic” to purgatory and need Cas’s grace to hold himself together...but the deeper they travel, trying to get out, the more precarious Cas’s hold on his vessel becomes. I love everything about this fic, the weird imagery, the way Dean just...rolls with everything happening to Cas and still loving him because it’s Cas, not his vessel, that’s important.

Grooming Instincts (26k) by jemariel. More wing!kink which...yeah. Gimme all the wing grooming/back massages and weird angel anatomy, please. Cas is grumpy while going through what he describes as “molting” only...it’s a bit more complicated than that. And Dean has no idea what he’s gotten himself into until Cas starts grooming him...and Kevin is able to translate/figure out what’s happened. Funny and hot and just...a yummy happy read with great bits from Sam, Kevin and Charlie for good measure.

Things that Leave Marks (23k) by thestoryinsideme. Canon-divergent from Season 9.  Wherein it takes Dean three years to find Cas after getting kicked out of the bunker. And when he does, it’s apparent he’s been through a lot, and he’s not exactly ready to or certain about going back to life with the Winchesters. This was sad and sweet and fluffy and angsty in all the right ways for a comfort fic read. (Also features Cas the budding artist! I love that idea!)

Wavelength-gasm (11k) by Mumble-Bee. The fuck or die trope gets a very fun twist when it involves needing to fuck an angel in his true form. Dean certainly learns this the hard way! This rec is for all the trueform!Cas-loving freaks like me out there...I’ve certainly never seen a smut fic embrace the weirdness of it all like this one.

Drive Faster Sammy (7k) by almaasi. Speaking of fuck-or-die fics, pray for Sam in this one. He has to listen to Dean helping when Cas gets struck by one (again) and they don’t have time to make it back to the bunker—so things get kind of graphic in the backseat of the Impala.

Love Burns Its Casualties (5k) by anactoria. Beautiful and bittersweet fic set during “The End”. Present-day Dean can’t sleep, and ends up invited by future!Cas to spend what he knows is likely his last night alive with him.  Features casual weed use (if that bothers you), some very hot shotgunning (if it doesn’t), and is just...a wonderfully written atmospheric story that I’ve already re-read several times. (It’s especially a good read when slightly stoned yourself. Um. Not that I’m necessarily advocating for that sort of thing, unless it’s legal in your neck of the woods. Um. Anyway...)

something quiet and minor and peaceful and slow (3.7k) by celeste9. Heaven fic, so don’t read if that’s not your thing. Also don’t read if you’re completely convinced John Winchester is an unredeemable homophobe and terrible parent all around. I, personally, liked this take a lot more as it shows a struggling but not horrible John confused about why this angel keeps popping over, asking Mary questions about what Dean will want in his little slice of Heaven. The title really describes the lovely mood of this little fic and I liked it a lot.

heaven, reconstructed (9k) by vaudelin. Another Heaven fic, more focused on Cas than Destiel (but that is endgame). Goes into what exactly Cas was doing, working with Jack to try to build a better Heaven while awaiting Dean’s eventual arrival. It’s a great fic for world-building (in more ways than one!) in the SPN universe and I like a story that explores Cas’s relationships with others beyond Dean and Sam. I’d add too that as a fan of The Good Place, I just in general enjoy stories that look at the complexity of what actually would constitute a “perfect” afterlife. So imagine Castiel as a TGP architect here if you will (I certainly did!)

The Passion of the Christ (and his angelic ex-boyfriend) (4.9k) by Bzzee. Another heaven!fic, but pure delightful crack. What happens when Dean and Cas run into one of Cas’s ex-boyfriends in Heaven’s roadhouse...who just happens to be Jesus Christ. Dean isn’t too happy with that knowledge (and neither is Judas). Just read it—heresy and all. For a crack fic it’s actually wonderfully smart and wicked.

Can't You Hear It Calling (4.7k) by imogenbynight. A “missing scene” from s8e32 (Sacrifice). Cas expects to never see Dean again once he (expects to, at least) close the gates of Heaven. As a parting gift, he takes Dean back in time to a Led Zeppelin concert...and then a motel room to spend a final night together. As a music lover, the description of the excitement of the concert (and the happy/sadness when the show is almost over) totally hit me in the feels...and it’s such angsty/beautiful smut when they get together.

You're Gonna Live Tomorrow (3k) by MajorEnglishEsquire, microcomets, orange_crushed. Cas doesn’t know a lot about being human (yet), but he does know one thing - he wants to marry Dean. Sweet, sweet happy fluff, just enjoy.

Who's Counting? (1.7k) by Annie D (scaramouche). Just some pure angel-powered delicious smut. Dean learns the hard way, over and over again, that angels have basically no refractory period.

[koko-bopp]

Bratz

park jimin x male!reader

word count – 3K

genre – Mature, fluff

warning(s) – SMUT, spanks, fingering, lace kink, degrading, praise, bratty!bottom!jimin, top!reader, jealousy, office sex.

synopsis – only bad bitches prefered Bratz over Barbie, partly why you pick Jimin over anyone, but also because he's your fianceé and you love him more than anyone.

"You're such a slut, Jimin."

"Insulting me only get you so far," Jimin cooed, his tongue making in appearance like girls in porn videos as his hands did their best not to rip off the buttons on your shirt. "I want you to fucking ruin me," Jimin whispered.

Having your fianceé at prestigious galas and events were essential for your business in the modelling industry to thrive. Your private life was always on display; paparazzi would follow the two of you around like they were your children, you two had fans all across the globe, and celebrities wearing your products like it would determine people's love for them if they didn't.

The two of you almost had to fight for airtime.

You and Jimin are filthy rich, inviting every reletively famous person to the new fashion parade happening at your private runway, you and Jimin sneaking off while cameras were focused on other people was the best idea.

"You've been hungry for my cock all day, baby," You smirked, watching Jimin undo the buttons, your palms on the table with your back against it, Jimin in front of you.

"That's because your goddamn job as a CEO and entrepreneur, and my job as a professional model and vocalist is so fucking demanding–" Jimin grinned like he wasn't getting ready for suck you off, going onto his knees immediately, leaving the shirt half undone, now his focus on getting your belt off, "–I thought you'd be expecting me to beg you to face fuck me."

You chuckled, bringing your hand down for you think to pull down on Jimin's bottom lip, enough for him to show you his sexily tongue, then watching him run it on the thumb pulling on his lip. You moved your hand to harshly grip his jaw, hearing the gasp leave his mouth making you smirk, "You wanna tell me why you were misbehaving so much, baby? You're normally my good slut during events like these."

It was true, Jimin was the perfect trophy wife in front of cameras, answering questions with caution and elegance but also with enthusiasm. Interacting with guests as much as he wanted but also being that fianceé that talks about you to almost anyone.

However, tonight seemed that little bit different. He was much clingyer with you and much more flirter; he was playing with the button of your shirt or tracing your tattoos while you were talking to guests or curl strands of your hair with his finger. These weren't things he did during such high profile events, it gave so much for tabloids to talk about your sex lives and also make reletively conservative guests uncomfortable.. not that you cared, ugly people don't deserve to come to your events, but it is what it is.

Jimin licked his lips, locking eyes with you, "I- Those girls were flirting with you.." He explained, rather vague for your liking.

"I don't do anything when there's boys and girls flirting with you, honey," You responded, raising your eyebrow slightly unbothered, but you were still attentive.

"I wish you did sometimes," Jimin accidently bucked his hips forward, something you didn't dare disregard. "Leave hickeys so other boys know not to make a move, squeeze my ass in front of your friends, kiss me hard in front of girls.."

You chuckled lowly, leaning down to bring your face closer to your boyfriend, "My baby being a brat because...?" You mocked.

"I-I.. I was jealous.."

"Hm," You smirked, "Good boy."

Jimin felt you lift him up by his jaw, which he didn't question, immediately getting up to his feet, you tilted his head slightly, like you were examining a prototype. You couldn't help but drag your tongue across your bottom lip, ravishing the look of your finance.

"You're gonna be a good slut and let me fuck you over this desk, yeah?" You asked, using your other hand to wrap around Jimin's waist, bringing him closer to you as he wrapped his arms around your neck to be as near as possible.

"Yes, sir," Jimin whined, bucking his crotch against your thigh.

A smirk kept its way upon your lips, flipping Jimin cover so he was sitting on the desk with his legs around your waist. You let go of his jaw and started using both your hands to practically rip off the silk material of his shirt, leaving it on his shoulders but exposing his chest for you. Hearing him moan at your hungry behaviour as you two were making out rough and hard.

You could always buy him a new one, practically every piece of clothing he's owned had to be replaced because of you.

You broke apart from the kiss, looking at Jimin's half lidded eyes travel down to your crotch then back up to you. Your hand travelled to his black jeans, popping off the button to reveal something you rather liked.

"White lace, baby?" You chuckled sadistically, "You planned for me to fuck you tonight or something?"

Jimin nodded, his hand going up to tangle his fingers into your hair, "It's been a whole week," Jimin blushed, "I knew what wearing this would do.."

"Fuck–" You pulled off his jeans so you could see how your fianceé looked with just the panties on.

A small moan left your lips, making Jimin smile happily, "Do you like it?"

"Baby, you look so sexy for me.." You pulled the fabric from where his hips were, letting it snap back to hug Jimin's curves, but the elastic making it sting, a moan leaving his lips. "Hm, did that hurt?"

"Please, please, Sir..." Jimin moaned, his cheeks pink from feeling so horny and needy, trying to buck forward without even realising, "Please fuck me, I'll be a good slut, I swear."

You chuckled, pulling Jimin by his hips to bring him forward so his ass was in line with your hardened crotch. His cheeks were flushed pink in lust and fluster, you loved the look on him; so desperate that it was making him embarrassed. "What happened to my bratty slut? Huh, baby?"

You bought your hand up to deliver a hard smack on your fianceé's ass. It left a pink hue and a loud moan from him. You watched his hands look for something to grip on your table, but he only bucked harder when you repeated the action again, your hand this time creating a more visible print on his golden skin.

"Huh, baby? Your behaviour tamed just after a few spanks and a kiss? How pathetic," You whispered into his ear, you kept him in that position, though quickly reaching over to your second draw where the lube was kept. Late night office sex wasn't uncommon when it came to the two of you, considering there's a few times where Jimin's schedule had ended slightly earlier than yours.

"I want this on, understood?" You said, pulling the hem of the lace fabric before your hand travelled further south, pushing the bottom of the underwear aside so you can put a lubed finger into Jimin's ass.

"Ah!" He cried, his cheeks flaring rose and his breath becoming less consistent. He reached for the sleeve of your shirt, gripping the material. "Oh my god," He moaned.

You found his behaviour amusing, that he melted in your arms so easily yet he behaves so disorderly just to get you to this moment. "Fuck, youre taking my fingers so well, do you want me to add another, baby?" You didn't wait for him to respond, it was purely rhetoric.

You slipped in a second finger just to watch him react to it, jolting his hips as you felt his nails dig into your skin through your clothes, his moans were soft but rigid and all over the place, it was even cuter that he was trying his best to keep his eyes open. You were pumping your fingers enough to fuel an orgasm, but not fast enough to rip it out of him.

Bratty Jimin was always lovely to witness, because you like a good game of 'who will break first'. There have been a few times where you've begged him for sex, one time being at a dinner before you two were engaged or even living together, and he'd come to the event in the most gorgeous, red-velvet look you'd seen. You love Jimin, and watching him lose at the game he starts is amusing.

"You know," You spoke, locking eyes with Jimin, "I think you can take three."

Jimin arched his back when you did, a loud whimper leaving his lips at how stretched he was with three fingers going in and out of him "Sir, oh my, please, please–" he was interrupted by his own moan, making you grin at how barely capable he was at talking right now. Jimin did his best to continue, "Please, I don't wanna cum yet!"

"Awe, is my baby close?" You chuckled jokingly before taking a hold on his jaw, making his lust filled eyes lock with yours, and even pushing your fingers knuckle-deep into him, "You don't cum unless I tell you to, understood?"

Jimin gasped, his eyes rolling at the pleasure as he wasn't able to respond. He nodded frantically though, knowing that no response wasn't good enough.

You removed your fingers suddenly, though, the three fingers pumping Jimin now gone. You watched his hole clench at the emptiness, a sadistic smirk on your lips as Jimin squirmed and gripped your shirt.

"Sir, please, sir, please, please, please I want your cock, please I've wanted you inside me all night," He cried, pulling your by the sides of your botton up to align himself with your clothed crotch, grinding down onto it with the help of wrapping his legs around your waist.

You licked your lips, not being able to hold a smirk at your fianceé's desperation. You hooked a hand around his thigh, gripping the skin hard but also lovingly. "Promise to talk to me next time, yeah? I don't like it when you're upset and I don't even know about it."

Jimin nodded, the two of you gazing into each other's eyes.

You responded by placing your lips back onto Jimin's, pushing forward so the kiss can get as hard and heavy as you please.

Jimin travelled his hand down to your crotch, palming it to have you grunt against his mouth as the sudden action. He dragged the zipper down, and released your cock from your underwear, now feeling how hard you were against his hand.

You broke the kiss for a second, grinding your hard-on into your fianceé's hand, "You did that to me, baby. You make me so hard."

Jimin grinned brightly at the praise, leaning forward to kiss you again, before reaching to grab the lube. Jimin coated the pads of his fingers with the liquid, then reaching down to begin pumping your cock, lubing it up but also having such a good time with the way you moaned softly every time his hand went back to the tip. Jimin couldn't help but moan himself, seeing so hot and bothered did things to him too. "Mhm, I love you so much.." He whispered, leaving a peck on your lips before stopping his actions, "But I really, really want you inside of me right now," Jimin pouted, "You did this, I'm so empty."

You couldn't help but laugh at how desperate he was, you place hand on the small of Jimin's back, carefully aligning yourself, dropping your head down to place one or two kisses on his neck, making your fianceé shudder in content. You smirked, "I'm gonna take good care of you, baby. Just relax for me."

[nastybuckybarnes]

Sinners and Saints  -  18+

Pairing: Bucky X Innocent!Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes is a man who enjoys the art of sinning. You’re a good church girl who obeys her parents. When he decides he wants you, he’s going to have you.

Warnings: Smut, Age Gap, Language,

Word Count: 3K

A/n: Tomorrow we’re doing dirty drabbles. I’m excited. I also have a week and a half off of work so woot woot.

EDITED POORLY

~*~

Bucky Barnes is going to Hell.

That much, he knows for sure.

He’s a man who loves sinning far too much and when the time comes, he’s got a first-class ticket to the burning world below.

That being said, he doesn't want to go down there for some stupid reason. So, he’s made it his goal to sin as much as he can in this life.

And he has his eye trained on his next one.

You sit prim and proper beside your mother, head bowed slightly as you listen to his brother drone on and on about the power of the lord. 

The purest of them all, never to dream of sin. And yet you walk around in skirts that blow with the wind, shirts that show your bust, and a smile on your face that could easily make the pope give in to Sin.

“Go in peace, to love and serve the Lord and one another.” He snaps back to the present as people start standing up, his eyes finding yours. Your eyebrows raise in surprise and he winks at you, smiling as you giggle into your hand.

People come up to his brother and talk and talk and talk. He tries to hide the bored look on his face. But when he catches a glimpse of your amazing legs beneath your skirt, lining up with your mother to talk to the Priest, he smiles widely.

Standing up and smoothing his clothes, he walks over to the two of you.

“Good morning, ma’am, and God Bless.” The words taste bitter on his tongue.

“Good morning, James. How are you today?” Your mother asks, smiling at the man. “I’m well, thank you. How are you?” She sighs and shakes her head. “Our neighbour Peter is sick again. His aunt is very busy with work and she asked me to help take care of him. Now that I’m doing that I haven’t had time to do any of our usual chores.”

Opportunity slaps Bucky across the face.

“Well ma’am, I don’t want to impose, but I could help you? I’m quite the handyman.” His eyes flash to yours and you bite your lip nervously, fingers toying with a loose string on your Cardigan.

“Oh, James! I couldn’t possibly ask that of you!” He shakes his head and smiles brightly at your mother. “It’s no problem, really. I may have overheard your husband talking about hiring someone to fix a few things around the house. I could do it free of charge. And I assure you, I’m quite good with my hands.” His eyes flame as he stares at you while saying those last words. You shift nervously, heat growing in your belly.

“Well, if you insist. Come by our house after you’re finished here and I’ll get you all set up. And before you say anything, we’re most definitely going to be paying you for your services.” He smiles, the thought of getting closer to you more than enough to have him working whatever job she wants him too.

“I’ll see you then, Mrs. (Y/l/n). (Y/n).” He nods at you and you clench your hands into fists, arousal pooling in your panties.

“James.” He walks away feeling accomplished and horny and absolutely ready to catch a glimpse of what’s hiding beneath that cute skirt.

~

“Honey? James is here. He’s going to be working on a few chores around the house while I do some work. Alright? Please don’t get in his way.” You nod and watch from the top of the stairs as he walks into your home.

“Afternoon, (Y/n).” He greets you with that panty-dropping smile and you have to divert your thoughts to mass earlier to prevent anything sinful from entering your mind.

“Afternoon, James.” He watches as you spin around the head back to your room, giving him a clear view of your sky blue panties.

He takes a deep breath then turns away from the stairs and gets to work, wanting to actually help your mother while also gaining her trust.

~

“Would you care to stay for dinner, James?” Your father asks, very pleased with all the work the young man has done around your house.

“Well...” Your mother pops her head into the room and gives James a stern look. “I’ve made more than enough for you, James. And we don’t want it going to waste, do we?” He chuckles and shakes his head. “No, ma’am.”

You watch from where you’re setting the table as your father gives James a list of things to do around the house over the next few weeks.

“They’ve been laying people off at work. And thankfully it hasn’t been me, but that means I’ve gotta pick up the slack and work extra hours.” James nods understandingly, his eyes flickering to you for a moment before returning to the man in front of you.

“(Y/n) does online courses and will be home every day. She’ll let you in and fix you something to eat or drink. All you’ve gotta do is ask. Our home is your home.”

You look down at the cutlery before walking over to your mother. “Is there anything else you need help with?” You ask, smiling as she kisses your forehead.

“Nothing, dear. You can go sit down.” You do as she says and sit down, nervously avoiding everyone’s eyes as James sits next to you. He’s so close that you can smell him. And he smells delicious.

“(Y/n), would you like to say Grace?” Your mother asks, smiling encouragingly at you.

You take James’ hand and your mothers, hoping they can’t feel them trembling.

“Bless us, O Lord, and these, Thy gifts, which we are about to receive from Thy bounty. Through Christ, our Lord. Amen."

“Amen,” everyone whispers. You let go of their hands and discretely wipe your palms on your skirt.

“So James, you’re in college?” James takes a forkful of food, chews carefully, then swallows before answering.

“No, Sir. Graduated two years ago with a Ph.D.” Your mother raises her eyebrows, impressed. “How old are you again, James?” “Twenty-nine this March.” She nods and looks over at you.

“(Y/n) will be twenty this year. She’s excelling in her studies and is pursuing a medical degree.” You smile bashfully and continue eating.

“Well, I wish you the best of luck with your studies, although I’m sure you won’t need it.” You thank him softly and continue eating.

The meal goes smoothly and when your mother brings out a cake for dessert you feel yourself relaxing. That is... until James puts his hand on your thigh.

You look over at him curiously and he simply smiles at you, his hand dipping under your skirt and moving up your thigh until his pinky brushes against your panties.

“Mr. Barnes?” You ask curiously. Your parents turn to you, surprised that you’ve spoken to him.

“Yess, (Y/n)?” He squeezes your thigh and you jump a little. “N-nevermind. My question must’ve run off. “ Your father chuckles and says something about how that happens to the best of people. You’re too busy trying not to jolt as his fingers slip beneath your panties, brushing against your wet folds.

One of his thick fingers slips inside of you and you gasp loudly, dropping your fork onto the floor.

“Oh goodness! I-I’m sorry mother.” She frowns at your behaviour.

“I can grab your fork for you, (Y/n).” James bends down to pick up your fork, removing his fingers from you as he comes back up. He hands you the fork and holds your gaze as he brings the finger that was inside of you to his mouth.

“I’m feeling I’ll, mother. May I please be excused?” She nods and you hurry upstairs, your thighs trembling as purely sinful thoughts fill your mind.

You drop to your knees beside your bed and start praying desperately, begging God to forgive you for the sin you committed at the table. Asking Him to remove the sinful thoughts from your mind.

~

“(Y/n) your father’s at work and I’m popping over to check on Peter. James is working in the back yard. Get him lunch and a drink if he asks.” You nod, watching as your mother hurries out of the house.

It’s been a week since the dinner incident and since then you’ve had naughty thoughts far more often than you’d like to admit.

You’re typing away on your laptop when the back door opens.

“Afternoon, (Y/n).” You give James a curt nod, not wanting to interact with him any more than you have to.

“I’m feeling parched. Could you grab me a drink?” You close your laptop and walk to the fridge, grabbing him a bottle of water. He takes it from you, eyes drinking in your figure.

You can’t help but watch as he brings the bottle up to his pink lips, a few drops of water trailing over his chin and down his neck.

You look away quickly and swallow hard, rubbing your thighs together to try and get rid of the growing tension between them.

“I know you want to sin,” he whispers suddenly, one of his hands finding your waist.

“M-Mr. Barnes… I don’t….” He shushes you, stepping closer until his thigh is between your legs.

“It’s okay. You know, it’s not a sin if it’s with someone from church. If you’re both followers of Christ then your sins are immediately forgiven.” Your eyebrows raise. “Really?” He nods, the hand on your waist squeezing tightly.

“It would be a sin on my part to let you exist in a state of frustration the way you are. Do you want me to help?” You nod vigorously, relieved that it’s not sinning with him.

“Rub yourself on my thigh.” You follow his command, gasping as pleasure erupts from between your legs. “Wh-what is this?” You ask breathlessly, rubbing harder and faster against him.

“That’s your pretty little clit thanking you for making her happy. And your pussy is crying right now because she wants attention. But don’t worry, daddy’s gonna give you all the attention you need.” He helps you ride his thigh, biting his bottom lip as you soak through your panties and make a mess of his jeans.

“Oh, oh.. yes… yes…” Your hips stutter then stop, the pleasure too much.

“No Princess. You’ve gotta keep going if you want it to feel good.” He forces you to keep moving, grinding you against his thigh as you moan and whimper.

“But Mr. Barnes…” He shakes his head and looks into your eyes. “Call me daddy when we’re alone.” “Daddy… it’s too much.” He ignores you and continues rubbing your puffy pussy over his jeans, eyes focused on your face as you slowly come undone right in the kitchen. Your body convulses and you lean against him for support, gasping wildly and moaning as your very first orgasm rips you apart.

“Mr. B- Daddy,” you correct yourself last minute. “What was that?” He smiles and kisses your lips, relishing in the little squeak you release. Your lips quickly move against his, the feeling foreign but wonderful.

“That, babygirl, was called an orgasm. And daddy plans on giving you plenty of those.”

~*~

For the next few days, James shows you how good orgasms feel, and how to give yourself one.

You're rubbing your clit furiously, eyebrows drawn together in slight frustration as your climax lies just out of reach.

“Does my baby want some help?” You squeal and attempt to cover yourself. James laughs and locks your bedroom door behind himself.

“Your mother went into town with your father. They won’t be home for a few hours. I figured maybe I can show you another way to orgasm.” You nod excitedly, desperate to get off.

“Lie back against your pillows, princess. Daddy’s gonna show you how good it feels to have someone eat your pussy.” The words make you feel embarrassed for a moment but that -and all other thoughts- leaves your mind as soon as he brushes his tongue over your wet folds.

“Oh Daddy!” You grab his hair, the sensation strange but absolutely breathtaking.

“Mhm... daddy’s eating your cute princess cunt. You taste so good, baby.” He sucks on your clit harshly then pushes his tongue inside of you. “D-daddy...” He grins and continues fucking into you with his tongue, only to replace it with his middle finger.

His mouth focusses solely on your clit and you yell out praises. The sloppy sound of him fingering you makes you even wetter and he’s surprised that he’s not drowning in your slick. Yet.

Your orgasm catches you by surprise and you shout out for him, your legs trembling around his head as he licks you through it.

He pulls away after a few more moments, a wicked grin on his face as you lie panting on your bed.

“That one felt so so good daddy. I want another one. Please?” He looks around then nods, grabbing your hairbrush off of your dresser and heading into the bathroom. You’re half asleep when he comes back, but that doesn't stop him from gingerly pushing the handle of the hairbrush into your tight cunt.

“Oh... that feels so good...” He moves it slowly in and out of you and you moan lazily, eyes fighting to open. “I like that... I like it a lot...” He continues fucking you with the hairbrush, watching the way your cunt swallows the handle, squeezing it tightly.

“Look at how pretty your pussy looks, taking your hairbrush. You’re so greedy baby. Your pussy just wants someone to play with it. That’s why daddy is here.”

You’re almost asleep but that doesn’t stop him. He keeps fucking your pliant body with the brush, lost in the way your delicious pussy looks.

When your body starts quivering he pulls the brush out, his tongue replacing it and guzzling up your sweet juices.

“You taste amazing baby.” He looks up to your face when you don’t respond, chuckling as he finds you fast asleep.

He redresses you then tucks you in, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek before heading downstairs to get back to work.

~

“Alright dear. James is gonna be working upstairs to fix that leaky faucet. Your father and I should be home around midnight. If anything happens, call us.” She kisses your forehead then promptly leaves, your father following after her.

As soon as they’re gone you grab your hairbrush and push your panties aside, desperate to feel it stretching your walls.

You fuck yourself on your brush, moaning at the intense feeling of your impending orgasm.

“Stop.” Your hand freezes and you look up at James.

“Take your panties off then come sit on my lap.” He’s seated on your bed, his hand down his pants.

You rid yourself of your soaked panties then hurry to sit on his lap, eager for him to give you another orgasm.

“Today I’m gonna put my cock in you. And you’re gonna take it all like a good girl, right?” You nod and glance down, your eyes widening as you see his long thick cock.

“I don’t think it’s gonna fit, daddy.” He chuckles and kisses the corner of your mouth. “I’ll make it fit.” He helps you onto your knees and lines his hard cock at your entrance, guiding your hips down.

When the tip nudges inside of you you cry out, the heat of it and the stretch feeling like something out of a fairytale.

He helps you down more and more, ignoring the way you cry out in pain, until his hips are flush with the underside of your thighs.

“So good, baby. So good for me.” He brushes your hair out of your face and you whimper, eyes shut tightly.

“Whenever you want it to feel good, start moving.” His voice is strained and tight, the feel of your tight wet walls hugging his cock almost too much.

You stay still for a while, letting your walls adjust to the intrusion. When you’re ready for more you look up at him with need written all over your face.

“Ride Daddy like he’s a horsey, okay? Just like we’re playing horsey.” You nod and slowly start rocking your hips, high-pitched moans bouncing off the walls of your room. You ride him slowly, not exactly sure what you’re doing, and he gets tired of that quickly.

He flips you onto your back and hammers into you, watching your mouth drop open and eyes roll back.

“Oh goodness!” He chuckles and fucks into you with no remorse, pounding into your poor pussy as hard as he can.

Your legs are wrapped tight around his body as a powerful orgasm surges through your veins, the smell of sex and sweat overpowering your lilac candle.

“Daddy! Daddy, please! I want one! Please!” He chuckles, the sound almost lost between the panting of the two of you and the squelching noises of your soaked pussy devouring his thick cock.

One of his hands snakes down to where your bodies are connected and he rubs on your clit, cursing as your walls flutter around him.

“I... Oh Daddy it’s coming!!” He rubs harder and your pussy squeezes his cock as you let out a scream, the orgasm almost knocking you out.

He tries to thrust but he basically can’t move with the way your cunt is squeezing him. You’re so tight it almost hurts.

Then your walls start pulsing and he can’t hold on. He cums inside of you, thick ropes of white painting your cervix and coating your walls.

The two of you pant on your bed, his face pressed against your breasts while your legs lie limply at your sides.

“Daddy?” you whisper, tugging gently on his hair so he looks up at you.

“Yes, Princess?” You bite your lip then clench your cunt around him, making him moan.

“I want another one.”

~

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[mimithings97]

A Dicking But With Feelings (M)

Summary: You always said you'd marry the first man that made you cum, because the female orgasm was as much of a myth to you as people saying jizz tastes nice. So, get the ring ready because Joonie is on his way to dicking you into marriage.

Pairing: Namjoon x Y/N

Genre: Domestic AU, Smut, Fluff

Warnings: Unprotected sex, Squirting, Choking, Namjoon having STAMINA!, Swearing, Dicking with Feelings basically

Word Count: 3k

A/N: The title is pretty self explanatory, because Namjoon just makes me thinks big dick, bigger heart. Enjoy x

Go for the shag, they said. You’ll cum every time, they said. 

Lies. 

There’s no such thing as preparation when it comes to sex. The sheer amount of pornstar moans and smutty fics seen and read were just fuel to the fire of the whole female orgasm thing. But as soon as push came to shove and the virgin became not so innocent, it was clear that society had lied to you.

So, naturally, you told your flatmate you’d marry the first guy that makes you cum without the use of foul play, ie your own fingers. She told you ‘prepare for the lonely life hun because shit’s a myth’. Great.

Yet here you are. That same flatmate sending aimless texts your way as they’re drowned out by the sound of uncontrollable and completely unfiltered moans. She sends the occasional bang herself through thin walls because you and Namjoon are making light work of the headboard.

“Fuck you look so good right now. All mine. So beautiful.” The praise does bits in the way of your pussy fluttering around his dick and the feeling is far from lost on him. “Squeezing me so good bubs.”

It took 2 hours for you to build up the courage to talk to the tall, broad man in the library cafe, then took only 2 weeks for texts to turn to dates and 2 months for butterflies to become full-fledged, shit eating, unhealthily, complete love. 

You love him enough you think you just might marry him whether he’s made you cum or not, but with the way his thickness is splitting into you at knots faster than your moans can keep up with, he might just do the deed for you. 

Tears stain your cheeks as you must enter the hour mark of being 100% drilled. This is the first time too. You’re a ‘sex on the first date’ girl by heart, but you fell deep for him and he wanted to take it slow. Savour the innocence just so the dirt he was unravelling now in you was all the more tantalizing.  And dear god was it working.

The length of his torso drowned you underneath him, so all you could feel was the taught muscles of his abdomen against yours loose with pleasure, smell the heady scent of sweat and also the musk of whatever aftershave he had decided on tonight and you were consumed by every part of him as his grunts and moans of praise, submissive to the way your pussy ate him up, bounced off the walls in your head.

It is pure, unadulterated pleasure, fueled by the all-consuming love you didn’t know you were capable of. And he must feel the wavelengths too as his thrusts slow into something sensual, so he can feel every part of you, and you, him.

“Fuck,” his breathing isn’t light on the side of your face, and he doesn’t feign from letting out even harsher ones when he rounds your face so your lips connect. “I can’t believe how good you feel. Sex has never been this good.”

He’s candid and you love that.

The pace is tantalising as he speaks into your mouth, occasionally letting his tongue slip out and onto yours in a messy game. 

You can only fathom a mumble, but you want to speak out to him in adoration of the fact this is, without doubt, the best sex you have ever encountered. The man has been pile driving you for longer than an hour, occasionally mustering the self-control to slow the pace, occasionally pull out entirely just so he can watch your face contort and the whine leave your lips - no, he wants to savour this.

“I can’t believe your mine.” He comes to a stop completely as if the words he needs to say overtake his need to unravel in you. So you grapple at the loose hairs on the back of his neck and pull him back onto your mouth, long, slow, and loaded with emotion. It helps you find your words.

“Love you. So much, Joon.” 

He had a goodness to his heart like no other you’d met. You’d always been painted as someone with hard lines - an exterior set in stone that no one could penetrate because you were good on your own - but you must have been lying to yourself because you’re better with him.

It’s a slow and methodical nod to your side that has Namjoon pulling out, bodies disconnecting by mere millimetres before he is turned onto his back and you are cradling his frame in your small hands from above. 

He looks hungry but in a polite way - if that’s possible - or maybe Namjoon just makes you soft like that, as his eyes trail your body, mapping every mark, mole, indent, curve, roll like you’re worthy, just like you belong. 

So, your body speaks for itself as you find his hard cock and trace it with scolding fingertips, feather-light touches dancing from base to tip and the way he sucks in air makes you do the same. His tip meets your centre but in the mood of all things slow-paced and passionate you don’t let him into your warmth, just holding him upright so his eyes bore into yours like he wants to plead but can’t find the words. 

All it takes is a squeeze and he pipes up.

“Fuck, bubs, please.” 

You want to hear it again, over and over. It’s fuel to a fire that never seizes to burn, so you go again, squeezing at the base and bringing your other hand up to his neck so your fingers can trace the veins that protrude. 

“Shit yes, give it to me, please, Y/N.” He’s all over the place, voice wavering and dick stuttering when your nails dig in not only to where he’s hard but also around his neck. You can’t help the smirk as you take mental note - choking is a hard yes. 

You sink down somewhere between fast and slow, and the way he hits your cervix from this angle almost has you doubling over into his arms that dig into your hips, but you don’t - no, the way his eyes roll so they’re just white is a far greater surge of pleasure than any other.

“Jesus that’s big,” you don’t mean for the words to spill neither be heard, but you see the corner of Joon’s mouth twitch up as he finds satisfaction in the unfiltered praise. But, fuck, he is so deep from the angle that you feel heady.

You hands strike at his abdomen and push him into the bed when he attempts to seek friction inside of you.

“Wait. Wait,” he opens his eyes to meet yours, concern laced with desperation because you’ve got his dick in a vice and the self-control he’s mustering is on another level. “Just gimme a minute.”

“You good?” 

“Mmm,” you’re head is bowed and his hand sweeps the hair that has fallen around your face so he can assess the damage.

“Bubs, you good?”

But you laugh and lift your head to find an expression of confusion and worry morph into a smile, he can’t help but reciprocate when he sees you laugh for him. 

The exhaustion of the night paired with the way your cervix is slowly giving into the pressure of where his dick sits allows you to lean forward, arms strong and stable welcoming you when your chest meets his. 

He tastes of salt and men, sweat and aftershave as your mouth makes bold moves on the side of his neck. You’re still laughing breathily at the fact you almost passed out from the dick being too good, but his hips begin to stutter because he can’t share your humour when your tonguing around his jaw. It doesn’t help that your seeping at the seems, wet with an hours worth of stimulation and need for more somehow, so his small movements, normally undetectable, hit right up into you and have whatever laugh was coming out to roll out into a moan.

“Jesus it’s good like this,” he mumbles into your hair as his hips begin to guide your into movement, it’s a gentle thrust but it’s bruising inside of you and you shiver when he hits something good.

“Fuck urgh-,” you feel him everywhere inside of your, your stomach, your throat, the way his taste still sits on your tongue. It makes you crave more. 

“So good. So, so good.” And it is, because you’ve got into a pace now that isn’t leaving you heavy with tired limbs but light with the way he handles your body - arms gentle with a caress on you back but dick hard with the intention to hit deep. 

You grapple at his hair when he accidentally thrusts too hard, seeking that part of you that has you whining. 

“Joon, shit, there. Again.” 

“Yeh?”

“Yeah-ah,” the incentive to have you moaning does something to him, so he’s pushing up harder, thick thighs leading his hips up into yours and it’s somehow still unnerving that you can feel him in your stomach. 

Neither of you can contain the bliss you’re in. Sex was never meant to be this good - not in real life anyway - or maybe you’d just had a bad batch of guys in your life. Or maybe he is just one of a kind. The kind who took his time when he first ate you out and asked you how and where you liked it - deep or shallow - hard or fast. The kind who took note that the hairs on the back of your neck were your most sensitive part and running his fingers through it would have you melting. The kind who knew he loved you and was gonna give you the best dicking of your life because that’s the worst you deserved from him.

You’re a goner when you decide you want to see his face when he unravels, pushing yourself upright and straight into how he’s spearing you from beneath. 

“Oh shit Joon.” 

“Fuck yes.”

It must hit different because all of a sudden the pressure around your stomach is immense and Joon has to push at your stomach to hold you up while he drills into your from below, feet now planted, lip now caught in his teeth. 

“Oh my god, oh m-, oh my fuck-”

“Fuck yess.”

A final push on your stomach, where his hand moulds against his dick inside of you has that same pressure blowing and his dick leaves you before it’s too late only to have yourself gush onto his abs.

“Fuckkkk,” your cry wavers because of the way your body shakes, or maybe it’s because Joon is suddenly back up into you with urgency. Your pussy is on him too tight for him to miss the opportunity to cum inside.

“Fuck yes, Y/N, holy shi-,” your eyes are open just in time to see his abs clench, his neck redden with the strain of holding back a full-blown growl and his head to fly back onto the headboard. 

A hand finds his exposed neck and squeezes because you’re still cumming, you think, and the way his eyes suddenly blow open as he cums even harder inside you just confirm your suspicions about his choking kink. 

He’s wet with sweat and spilled arousal and your hands slide up and down his body with fingertips thruming, body still on the buzz of a high. And it’s a tanitlising feeling the way his grip that dug into your hips now soothes at your sides, coarse fingers trailing your body like you’re fine china.  

“Well fuck.” 

There’s no post-sex depression, no instant regret setting in your bones, nothing drawing you to pull your body from his and whilst that would noramlly scare you, his gaze on yours makes you relish in the feeling of being safe. 

A large hand maps its way over the rise and fall of your chest, heart hammering like you’d just had an hours worth of too good sex, and steady fingers stop over that same pounding because he knows he made that happen. 

“Now I’m never letting you go.”

You hope his hand caught how your heart stuttered because that’s the only indication you reciprocate his words, your mouth failing you as a smile takes over instead. 

You’re giddy. High on some feeling that’s otherworldly and you’ve never been so happy to say you’ll take the criticism from your roommate just so you can be cringy to the world. 

------------------------------------------

“So.” 

Her tone says she knows what she wants to say but is prompting you to take the step.

“So…”

“You shagged him.” 

“Like you didn’t already know.”

Her mouth twitches against the glass as your roommate cradles her afternoon wine, trying to ease the pain of all too fresh memories of banging against her wall.

“Mmm, at least the guys got rhythm,” you sputter a little on the glass of white you poured for yourself in hope of diffusing the butterflies but also the throb of where his dick stretched you. She was never one to shy away from being candid.

“You’ve got no idea.”

“Stamina too from the way that bed was banging for hours.”

“Yeah, sorry about that.” You’re not. She knows it. But:

“Nah, I’m happy the guy finally dicked you down. Now you’ll finally shut up about never finding a guy to marry cos you couldn’t cum.”

You laugh, because you’d forgotten about you’re number one sex rule that had been uttered after too many failed attempts at pleasure and probably after too many beers. 

“So, when you proposing?”

“Fuck off.”

You and her both knew it was all jokes and loose arrangements, but the way your pussy still thrums and your muscles tighten at the prospect of waking up to that man and his dick every day, you might just go and buy that ring tomorrow.

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“Are you just gonna stare?”

Please accept almost 3k words of smut and a smitten Richie! Notsfw ahead, obvs. 

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Richie had an added bounce in his step as he walked into the coffee shop where he was meeting with his best friend, Bev. She was sitting in their usual booth, coffee’s already sitting on the table and he slipped into the seat across from her. He lifted the cup and took a big gulp, sitting it down with a sigh and a smile. “Morning Miss Marsh.”

“You are...surprisingly happy this morning, what’s going on?” Bev asked, raising an eyebrow softly and Richie flushed a little, giving her a shrug of response.

He ran a hand through his hair, “I spent the night at Eddie’s last night,” he admitted, cheeks going a little red. Bev seemed to catch on to his nervousness and let it go with a wave of her hand.

However, Richie’s thoughts had been kicked into overdrive and he started thinking about Eddie, his boyfriend, and the night they spent together. He had met Eddie Kaspbrak on his first day of college and they had become fast friends, and then Richie had fallen head over heels in love with him. Not wanting to ruin their friendship though, Richie kept his feelings to himself. That is, until three months ago when Eddie had kissed him and told him he’d been crazy about him since the day they met.

Now, three months later, their relationship was still new but going strong. The previous night, he had spent the night in Eddie’s dorm for the first time and Richie was still floating on cloud nine. He really was so far gone for Eddie it was insane.

“You really love him, don’t you?” Bev asked, bringing Richie out of his lovesick thoughts and he nodded his head. “That’s so sweet. I’m so happy that you’re happy.”

It was their last year of college, and in six months time, they would be graduating and moving on to their adult part of their lives. Richie just hoped when that came around, he and Eddie would still be together and...and possibly talking about getting a place together. He’d never bring that up to Eddie, not unless he wanted to scare him away forever.

“Yeah. I really do, Bev. I really do.”

Bev reached a hand over and squeezed Richie’s hand tight, “Are you seeing him again tonight?” She asked.

Richie nodded his head and gestured to the Deli bar in the coffee shop. “Yeah, he’s at the dance studio at the moment and I promised him I’d take him lunch before we went to see a movie or something. Since we both don’t have classes this afternoon.”

“You guys are so domestic,” Bev laughed. “I think it’s incredibly cute, you taking him lunch.”

Ignoring her, Richie slipped out of the booth and headed to the counter, listing off Eddie’s order for his favourite sandwich. He glanced at the clock, realising that if he left now, he could surprise Eddie with an early lunch and maybe watch him do whatever dance he was practicing in the studio. It wasn’t something that Eddie needed for college, just something he liked to do. Richie didn’t even know what style he practiced, but he was planning on finding out this afternoon.

“As much as I loved this, Bev, I have a boyfriend to deliver lunch to!” Richie grinned and winked, blowing her a kiss as she waved him goodbye.

The studio wasn’t that far from the coffee shop, and Richie walked their faster than a normal person thanks to his long, lanky legs. He pushed open the door, waving hello to the receptionist and headed straight for the stairs. Eddie was on floor five, he had told Richie, and as he stepped into the hallway, the music hit his ears right away. Richie wasn’t sure what he was going to find when he stepped into the dance studio, but what he did find was something that blew his fucking mind.

Eddie Kasprak was moving around the studio to the beat of Gwen Stefani’s “What You Waiting For”, his hands on his hips and his legs kicking at obscene height. His skin was soaked with sweat, his blond curls matted to his forehead as he moved down into the splits and Richie had to hold back a groan. It didn’t help that Eddie was dressed in a black crop top and white short shorts. It was total spank bank material.

He was so busy staring, that he didn’t even properly register that the music had faded and Eddie was staring right at him, his eyebrows raised. There was a silence as they both stared at one another and Richie’s brain caught up with his actions, causing his face to turn bright red. Shit. Shit.

Instead of freaking out and calling Richie out on being a creeper, Eddie just moved up from the floor and crossed his arms, a smirk making its way onto his lips. “Are you just gonna stare?” He asked and something in Richie snapped.

His eyes darkened and he stepped into the room, Eddie’s lunch forgotten as he dumped it by the door. He closed the door to the studio and clicked the lock into place as there was no way he was wanting to be interrupted right now. He was hard in his pants, the bulge very obvious and he watched Eddie’s eyes flash down and back up before he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth.

A low growl made its way out of Richie’s throat and it almost took him by surprise. They were meant to be going slow, and the last thing Richie wanted was to scare Eddie off by showing his more...dominant side? “Eds- shit,” he started to apologise but Eddie shook his head, cutting him off.

“Don’t, I want this just as much as you do.” He was staring at Richie, his expression probably matching his own. One of pure unadulterated lust.

Richie crossed the studio and pushed Eddie up against the wall, bringing their mouths together in a heated kiss. It was the dirtiest kiss they had shared in their relationship so far, but also the hottest. Eddie’s fingers weaved into his curls, and Richie rocked his hips forward, bringing their aching hard ons together.

Eddie gasped and broke the kiss, giving Richie the opportunity to move his lips down his jaw to his neck, sucking a mark right where Eddie was most sensitive. The hand in his hair tightened and Eddie let out a loud whimper, “F-Fuck R-Rich-”

Pulling back, Richie smirked at Eddie, proud of how flustered the other boy had become just from a few swipes of Richie’s tongue in the right place. “What is it baby? What do you want?” He ran his hands down Eddie’s exposed sides, thanks to the crop top, and settled on his hips, squeezing the skin.

“I- jesus...what’s gotten into you?” Eddie panted, trying to regain some control over the situation but Richie wasn’t having it. He had had way to many wet dreams about Eddie being in this position, and he was going to take full and complete advantage of it.

Not answering Eddie right away, Richie leaned in and kissed him on the lips once more, biting down on his bottom lip and pulling away, earning a light gasp from Eddie in response. “You have no idea how hot you are, do you?” He asked, his voice low and lustful. “To come in here and find you moving around the studio like that, half naked and glistening with sweat like something out of one of my wet dreams.” He nipped on Eddie’s bottom lip again before pulling away.

Eddie’s eyes rolled to the back of his head a little and Richie watched his chest rise and fall as he tried to calm himself down, but failing. “I- fuck...you’re early,” he breathed and Richie moved his lips to Eddie’s ear.

“Did you want me to see you like that? Were you trying to turn me on, on purpose?” He breathed and he felt Eddie’s body shiver as it was pressed up against him. Once again, Richie rolled his lips, grinding their crotches together. He was so painfully hard, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could tease Eddie without getting to the main event.

“M-Maybe?” Eddie panted, opening his eyes properly and staring at Richie. His lips were swollen red and his cheeks flushed. “Are you just going to tease me? Or are you going to do something about the bulges in both of our pants?”

Richie hummed, tilting his head to the side as though he were contemplating it. He turned to look at the door and then to the clock on the wall above their heads, “How long do you have the room for?” He asked.

Eddie swallowed and he looked up also, “At- at least another quarter of an hour?” He mumbled, his voice heavy and desperate. Richie knew Eddie didn’t want to sit and talk about the time, but it was incredibly amusing to watch his boyfriend get all flustered and needy.

“That’s plenty of time,” Richie eventually breathed and he watched Eddie’s face relax in relief. He pursed his lips and tapped the skin of Eddie’s hip, “I want to fuck you, Eds,” he whispered, leaning closer to him once more. “I want to fuck you, and I want you to watch in the mirror as I do it.”

“Holy fuc-” Eddie breathed but Richie cut him off with a kiss and he reached down to hoist Eddie up, wrapping his legs around his waist. The movement pressed their crotches together and he used the opportunity to rock their hips together, panting into each other’s mouths. “R-Richie…” Eddie breathed.

“Yeah baby?” Richie panted against Eddie’s neck, his tongue moving over the mark he had made earlier, which was already beginning to bruise over. “What do you want?”

Eddie whimpered, tugging once more on Richie’s curls, “You- you said you were going to fuck me…”

Slowly, Richie placed Eddie back down on the ground and he got to his knees, his mouth sucking on the bulge in his shorts, leaving a wet patch. He sucked for a few moments, until Eddie was whining above him before he hooked his fingers into the shorts and tugged them down, along with Eddie’s underwear. “Fuck baby, you’re so hard for me. So hot.”

He leaned in, pressing light, teasing, kisses to Eddie’s cock before he wrapped his lips around his tip and took him completely into his mouth. He grinned as Eddie turned to putty above him and he started moving his head faster. He kept going, faster and faster until he felt that Eddie was right on the edge, and he pulled away.

“Ugh- Richie,” Eddie sobbed, his back resting against the wall as he calmed down. “You- fucking tease. I hate you so much.”

Richie laughed, looking up at Eddie’s flustered form and he shook his head, rising to his feet. He leaned in, pressing his lips to Eddie’s in a deep kiss and he grinned, pulling away, “No, no, you really don’t, do you baby? You love me, and my mouth and my teasing.”

Eddie whimpered and Richie ran a finger over Eddie’s shaft, laughing once more at the shiver it got out of Richie. “Richie please,” he gasped. “Please- please fuck me. I need you to fuck me.”

All teasing went out the window at the tone of Eddie’s begging and he nodded his head, kissing him once more. They kissed for a while, tongues moulding with one another and Richie gasped as Eddie twisted his fingers back into his curls and pulled extra hard. He pulled away, and walked away from Eddie to pick up his bag, pulling out lube and a condom. “Came prepared,” he laughed.

“I have never been so happy to find you carrying lube and a condom in you bag,” Eddie laughed, still flushed as Richie walked back over to him, kissing him once more. Fuck he loved kissing Eddie, so fucking much. He had such soft lips that sent shivers down Richie’s spine whenever they met.

Carefully, Richie turned Eddie around and he pressed his hands against the wall, and he bent down to spread Eddie’s ass cheeks apart, licking his lips at the side. He really wanted to bury his mouth in his ass, but he knew that that might tip Eddie over the edge too soon, and he really wanted to be buried inside of him as quick as he could.

Richie wasted no time stretching Eddie open, twisting his fingers and thrusting them in and out, aiming for his prostate. On one particular thrust, Richie curled his fingers and Eddie let out a deep groan from right in his throat and he knew he’d found it. After that, Richie made it is mission to aim for that spot over and over again until Eddie was reaching for him, sobs and gasps leaving his lips.

“Please, please, please,” Eddie sobbed, his whole body trembling and Richie pulled his fingers out, turning Eddie back around and kissing him deeply, licking into his mouth. “Fuck me,” he groaned into Richie’s mouth.

In a quick movement, Richie unwrapped the condom and slipped it on before kneeling down to pick Eddie back up. He waited until his legs were wrapped tightly around his waist and he lined up with Eddie’s hole, slipping into him in one swift movement. “Fuck, Eds...you’re so tight…”

Eddie wrapped his arms around Richie’s neck, clinging to him tightly as he adjusted to being filled up. Richie felt him tap his back when he was ready to move and Richie pulled out, thrusting back in and grinning as he knocked the breath out of Eddie. “R-Rich..”

“I’ve got you, Eds,” Richie breathed into his ear, picking up a pace, thrusting into Eddie at a steady rhythm. “Just- look in the mirror. Watch yourself fall apart as I fuck you.” He felt Eddie lift his head, resting it on his shoulder as he began to watch his reflection in the mirror opposite them.

Richie began to thrust harder and faster, this time with purpose. He wasn’t sure he was going to last long, not with the image of Eddie from earlier still imprinted in his mind, and the fact that they were fucking in a semi-public place. He was so fucking turned on, and knowing Eddie was watching the whole thing in the mirror was making it all that much harder to keep in control of himself.

Knowing that his orgasm was only a few thrusts away, Richie reached down to wrap his hand around Eddie’s shaft, stroking him in time with his thrusts. “I’m so close, Eds. I want- fuck, come with me Eds. can you do that?”

“Y-Yes!” Eddie gasped, tightening his legs around Richie’s waist as his breathing came out in harsh pants. After the few times they had had sex, as vanilla as it might have been, Richie had learned that Eddie was close when his breathing became like that. “M’ so close!”

“Come for me Eds,” Richie breathed in his ear and he grinned, holding off his own orgasm as Eddie spilled all over his hand and stomach. He continued to thrust a few times before he came into the condom, clinging on to Eddie for dear life.

They basked in the afterglow for a whole minute before they realised that they were still in the studio, stark naked, and they had five minutes to vacate before the next person showed up. Richie hissed and pulled out of Eddie, settling him down on the ground and discarding of the messy condom in a bag and he shoved it into his backpack to dispose of when they got outside. He scrambled to pull his clothes on and turned to look at Eddie, who was slipping his shorts, his cheeks flushed.

“That was so hot,” Richie breathed, moving over and pulling Eddie into his arms, kissing him deeply. “You’re so hot.”

“We need to leave before someone comes in here and figures out what we’ve been up to,” Eddie mumbled when they parted, reaching for his bag and offered a stretched out hand to Richie. “Come on then, Casanova. Take me out to dinner and maybe you’ll get a round two.”

Richie had never moved his legs fast enough. He was one lucky fucking bastard.

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“Our Girl” Part 5A Hoseok X(Y/N) X Taehyung (Smut )

Straight smut 3K

I havent been writing much..and you guys made it clear you wanted a part 5 to this series so here ya go! Well part 5A will say lol because there will be a part B..I sometimes leave these up in the air(As in a purposely leave them with a cliffhanger)  but I don't think I wanna do that with this one.

This is still a FWB situation not Poly but for the first time there is a lil MXM just making out/dirty talk though nothing too intense..yet...lol

Warnings-Dirty talk, light cum play, light daddy kink, a lil MXM, kinda public sex...

“God I'm gonna fuck you soooo hard..”The low growl hissed against the side of your neck as his fingers continued scissoring between your walls. Nails clawing into his shoulders through the material of his blue long sleeve. Surprised they actually didn't pierce straight through as you were trying your hardest to muffle your cries. It was pointless to try though, you knew this man got off on that, the sight of you even looking remotely composed just made him want to do whatever it took to bring you to your knees..literally. “Baby..” The whiney twang to your voice earned a arrogant chuckle to stream through your hair as he kept his nosed nuzzled against you , already knowing exactly what you wanted.

More, you needed more and he didn't hesitate to give it to you,“Mmm, I swear I lose all self control when it comes to you, can’t help but give you whatever you want, whenever you want it.” The sound of that alone had you light headed, clenching around his fingers even tighter because it was true, I mean fuck look at the two of you now! “Everytime I touch you I just wanna give you everything.” Letting his tongue take a slow drag up your neck, causing a desperate whipmer to flutter through your throat. “Look at you baby...making a mess all over daddy’s fingers,you just needed me to touch you huh?  You already knew I wouldn’t  be able to stop myself, not with you coming up here like this…”There was a shift in his tone almost a hint of frustration as he sunk his teeth into the side of your neck with a growl, not even bothering to soothe the sting with his tongue. The neediness that dripped along your lips as you cried out only egged him on to do it again, no doubt leaving one hell of a imprint behind“ Fuck, you look so.Damn.Good…” Eyes fluttering shut as you relished in the praise..letting your nails slowly drag down his back. “Hoseok…” the words barley slipped through your teeth they were clenched so tight. Knowing how much he loved when you’d get a little rough with him, which was rare since you knew you couldn't leave marks. But sometimes you just couldn't help it..Especially times like this, when he’s two fingers deep, while his opposite hand held an almost possessive grip on your ass. Making your knees feel like a damn slinky as your arousal dripped down your thighs while he panted into the crook of your neck.”Harder..” left his lips in nothing but a honey coated moan that had your walls suffocating his fingers on command.

The continuous pulsing heat against his fingers as they tried to suck him in deeper and deeper, his name floated past your lips on repeat as you reclined your neck. Giving him more access letting his lips alternate between faint kisses and sucking on the vein piercing through your flesh. The sudden sound of the door creaking had your body trembling in his arms, but the smirk that danced along Hoseok lips as it closed let you know you didn't have anything to worry about, a low chuckle rumbled in his throat as he glanced over at Taehyung “Baby...” The dark, smokey tone in his voice danced through your ears and your body reacted with no hesitation trapping Hoseok's fingers do deep within your core “Damnnnn..” harmonious chuckle left Hoseok's lips once he felt your muscles tighten around him “She just got soo tight Tae, I think someone missed you…” Placing a couple kisses into the side of your hair as your body melted into his touch “Someone excited to finally have both of her boys alone?” You could feel him smirking against the crook of your neck as he added a third finger in slowly. Initially your head was resting against Hoseok’s chest, biting into it as a buffer, but once Taehyung entered he required your undivided attention raising your head to rest on his chin as you watched Tae slowly strolled in your direction.

Watching with heavy lids , as Hoseok’s fingers continuously curled against the deepest niche it could find, effortlyss grazing your g-spot everytime. It took everything in you to keep your eyes open, but you had too, far to captivated by the way his , that were fucking into you mercilessly as you moaned out in pure euphoria “Mmm, is he fucking you good baby?” Humming in response as he leaned down pressing a quick kiss to your lips while his thumb grazed your cheek “You always look so damn good  when we fuck you, you know that?” Letting his index finger flick your bottom lip, reclining your jaw slightly to slide his finger into your mouth, immediately lapping your tongue around it. Before sliding it  between your lips, eyes trained on his as you moaned out against the smooth length of his finger, rolling your tongue against it lazily before freeing it from your lips. There was something really sexy about how focused he was in this moment, zoning in on every motion your jaw made as it suctioned around his finger.

Now it was his turn to gaze at you through hooded lids as he walked behind the two of you, taking a moment to let his eyes drink you in from head to toe. You didn't need to be able to see him to know exactly where his eyes were on your body, when it came to these two men your body betrayed you effortlessly. His gaze left goosebumps in its wake, every inch of skin that his eyes carrased you felt it, even without him laying a single hand on you “What are you wearing??Fuckkk baby…” He almost sounds out of breath which in return made you chuckle slightly, as his hand was replaced Hoseok's on your ass. “That’s the same thing I said, doesn't it make you wanna just bend her over couch and fuck her until she can’t walk?” Purposely only making eye contact with Taehyung, a devilish smirk moved up his face as they both ignored the way you damn near cried at the idea, as Tae’s hand continued Massaging your ass  in his hands, slowly...clenching and releasing his grip. Almost as if he was trying to mold it into his palm, as thin as the fabric was of your little two piece set you decided to wear today you midas well be naked .Immediately closing the gap between the three of you as he pressed his hips flesh against your ass. “Mmm, bend her over ledge so I could eat her pussy from the back, you know how hard she comes when, when we eat her out from the back..” Glancing up at Hoseok as he sunk his teeth into his bottom lip, eyes fluttered shut with a moan at the idea, almost as if he was picturing it as Taehyung spoke “We could both taste her pussy at the same time actually...like we did a couple months ago. Fuck, remember how loud she was...how wet her pussy felt? When we both slid in together fucked her right after” A moan richoteced off your bodies, at the mention of both of your boys filling your pussy up, It was almost like you could feel it all over again, the warmth of Hoseok and Taehyung coming inside you one after the other. “You came so hard, around our cocks that night... you almost blacked out on us..we had to carry you to the shower after...isn't that right baby?”

Finally actually addressing you and the arrogance that danced along his lips as he smirked down at you had you pissed and turned on all at the same time. Both of them creating vivid flashbacks that had your pussy leaking even harder, while Taehyung's lips danced along the side of your neck. Tilting your head slightly to meet his, moving a hand up to cradle the back of his neck. Letting his tongue lick the seam open between your lips, instantly allowing him in to explore your mouth as he pleased. The majority of the day you kept your outfit  hidden under a long bomber jacket..that is until the boys came back from their first break in between filming there comeback special. Once you stripped off the jacket..floating around the room just having casual conversation, since the staff was present they had to be on their best behavior which was strenuous to say the least. You swore they were both rock hard the entire time they were sitting in the break room, which would explain why the choose to keep their coats on even though it was far from cold.The way the spandex material clung to every curve on your body in which they both had committed to memory, had them craving you like a dog in heat. And to make it even better before they were heading back onstaged you decided to let them know via text that you weren't wearing panties under your skirt.

Now here you were, they were supposed to be on a 15 minute break before there last performance of the night…..”Fuck, your so wet…always so wet for us aren’t you baby?” Hoseok's lips brushed against your neck as he spoke, slowly grinding your hips in his hand, while also rocking your ass into Taehyung's dick.Which was getting harder, and harder by the second,bringing your hand up to take a firm grip on the blue locks at the nape of his neck. “Are you thinking about how good your dick fills wrapped around my pussy, how tight and warm she is..is that why your so hard baby?” The purr left your lips in more of a moan they anything else and you knew damn well what you were doin, the smirk on Hoseok’s face let you know he was enjoying the show. . But it seems Tae wasn’t in the mood for your little games as the grip on your waist got tighter, no doubt leaving a bruise in its wake  “Mm, have you tasted our girl yet hyung? I can smell her...she smells so good…” You could feel Hoseok smirk against the  slide of your neck before pulling back from you, curling his fingers upwards, for one long darg. The pressure almost making your knees buckle, as if he was trying to collect as much of your juices as he could. Pulling back to lapp his tongue around them, humming in content, as if you were the best thing he tasted all day. Before Reaching over your head to grip Tae by the neck, sliding his tongue passed his cherry stained lips to let him get a taste for himself. The site alone had you ready to come all over Hoseok's fingers, as both men moaned in content at the taste of your juices against their tongues. You watched the way both of their necks rolled in synch with each other as the kiss got deeper, it was obvious who was in control as the mankane’s head reclined slightly giving his elder more leverage.

The pleasure only amplified as you moved one hand in front of you to palm Hoseok's, length through his pants and one behind to meet Taehyung's. Leaning forward to latching your lips onto Hoseok collarbone..sucking down with mulishous intent, zero fucks given you wanted him to look down and get vivid flashbacks.  You knew he’d punish you later for making him before a live broadcast but it’s been a fucking month. He can’t blame you for your lack of self control, when he’s fucking you open while making out with Taehyung right in front of your damn face.

“Hoseok, Tae…” You were whining at this point making both men break away form the kiss with a snort. For two reasons honestly, one you were feeling bratty because they were not paying you any attention and two...you need more. He either needed to make you come or stop, but he was purposely shallow finger fucking you, and you knew it. “Na-uh” sliding your hand away from his dick which was beaming through his pants so hard it mideswell  had a spot light on it. “I’m not going on stage with a boner because you can’t behave baby, hands off until we get home tonight…” Before you even had time to complain in regards to Hosoeks request

Taehyung, moved between Hoseok and yourself dropping down to his knees in front of you, “I’ve been thinking about this for days baby….”propping on leg over his shoulder before diving straight in propping on leg over his shoulder, before laying his tongue flat against your heat. Glancing up at you as he took a long slow drag from top to bottom, “Fuck I missed you...” slurring his words into yours folds , sending each word vibrating through your core, while his tongue continued exploring your lips. Making sure to caress inbetween every crevices he could find before sucking your clit between his lips. You would have sworn your clit was a damn  straw with how tight and strong he started to suck against the tip of your clit. All the blood immediately rushing to the head, as he felt your bud harden between his lips. “Oh fuck, Tae, baby please don’t…stop” You were already begging due to how close you were, as Hoseok's fingers were still pushing against your heat.. All of your sense felt amplified it was like your body was on a high tonight, you just missed them..  A lot, the way they could fuck you like they hated you, and two seconds later hold you like you were the most precious thing in the world. Or even just the way ,they , treated you like a damn princess...even if there wasn’t a label on  it..even if it was technically a secret. It always felt worth it.

Gripping onto Hoseok’s shoulders for support, locking your eyes with his as he bit into his pouty bottom lip, “Oh my god,baby I can hear how wet you are..fuck...Your gonna be a good girl and come all over Taes face aren't you?” All you could do was moan at the sound of that afraid if you tried to talk you’d cry out the way you really wanted too “Yeah? God, I wanna feel you come around my dick soo bad baby….” You could hear him getting more and more turned on as he spoke. The sound of Taehyung moaning against your heat, feeling every vibration rumble through your body, if you didn't know any better you’d swear he was the one getting head right now from how loud he was. You could feel the way you were dipping down your thighs, as his middle fingers teased your ass, using your juices to skim over the entrance. Not wanting to slide in unless you were comfortable with it..”Yes, fuck yes….’’ Alternating between sucking on your clit and rolling it slowly against his tongue, as he slid his middle finger in...going straight to the brim. It was clear he knew they were pressed for time and he didn't plan on teasing you today, applying steady pressure exactly where you needed him most.  A gasp left your throat , as you dug your nails even deeper into Hosoeks shoulders, facing contouring in pleasure, gripping him by the back of the neck. Sliding your tongue into his mouth, it was messy, needy, sloppy but you were too close to coming and you were getting way too loud and there wasn't shit else you could do about it. Sliding your hand down his stomach, toying with the zipper on his dress pants “What the fuck did I tell you? Hands off....” Nipping at your bottom lip, before sliding his tongue back into your mouth “Make him come baby,  If you wanna come, then you need to make him come…” You could feel his big brown eyes gazing up at you , as he rolled your clit against his tongue “I want you to make hyung come all over himself.....” Both Hoseok and yourself damn near choked on that, Tae never..tried too..will say overstep his boundaries when it came to who was in charge sexually. You watched Hoseok abruptly slide his fingers from your heat, a low whine leaving your lips due to the lack of stimulation, bringing them over to Taehyung's lips who welcomed them effortlessly. Sucking them clean with a almost devious chuckle, as he felt Hoseok yank them from his hold so quickly it made a “POP” bringing his hand over to grab Tae by the nape of his neck. “Excuse me?” The sudden growl  his his voice accompanied by the brow raise had you clenching around nothing, as Tae, smirked up at him, chin glensting with your juices.

“I’m sorry have you forgotten who's in charge here baby?!” tugging even tighter until Tae had no choice but to look him dead in the eyes,you could physically see the shift in Taehyung's body at the sound of the endearment. It was like a wave t of submissiveness washed over his body at the sudden growl in Hoseok's voice. Yet  there was something about Tae deciding to purposely rile Hoseok up that turned you on even more. It was almost like the two of you had the same thought as his eyes flickered over to yours. Both of you wanted daddy to come out and play tonight...”No sir…” His tone was almost menacing as his hand starting to work its way up Hoseok’s inner thigh while yours undid the clasp on his pants and brought his zipper down. You watched his jaw tighten as he glared at both of you, eyes daring you to continue...“Daddy if you want us to stop just say so…” Your tone was so condescending it was almost offensive as a smirk moved up your lips, you watched his nostrils fair, as he tried to compose himself “You already know I’m not going to tell you shit, if you want it take it.. but just no if you do this…..the two of you are in for a long fucking night….” A moan left both Taehyung and your lips in unison at the sound of that, brining your hand down to Tae’s lips, taking the hint to spit in your palm. “You really wanna play this game with me tonight?” Brow arched at the implied question the sudden timber in his voice had your pussy pulsing even stronger, not even bothering to respond as you slide your hand past the waistband of his boxers taking a firm grip on his length which was already hard.

Swiftly pumping your hand up and down his legeth, rotating your wrist as you traveled from base to tip. Alternating your pressure as you moved..loosening your grip as you got to the base applying heavier pressure right beneath the tip as that way your baby’s sweet spot.You watched the wave of pleasure sweep over his body as his neck reclined slowly, letting a breathy moan roam up his throat. You knew damn well he wasn’t going to last long, while at the same time Taehyung pressed his lips firmly against your clit . Sucking it between his lips,not letting go until you were damn near crying,“Hoseok...” The minute he heard his name his head snapped up, stepping even closer so his cock was damn near pressed against the back of Taehyung head. Closing in the remaining gap between your three bodies, as the two of you had the mankane sandwiched on his knees. Brining one hand over to hike yout skirt above your waist completely so he had free range of your ass. Massaging it in his palm, as you continued stroking his cock in your hand. You just needed him closer, that’s the only reason you called out his name ...and he knew it..just from your tone of voice. 

Resting your forehead against Hoseok's “Fuckkk..” Left both of your lips in unisions as he crashed his tongue into yours. Your moans getting swallowed against each others, as you both suddenly felt your high dangling in front of your face, sliding your hand down the back to Tae’s shirt to claw at his back as your rolled your hips into his face “God Tae...” pulling back just enough so he could hear you singing his praises, you swore you could feel his smirking against your heat as he continued working you with his tongue.The feeling of Hoseok's stealthy fingers curling under to join Taehyung's as a harsh knock hit the door. The words that followed were no doubt along the lines of..hurry the fuck up you need to get changed. “Come onnnn baby...be a good girl and come for us…” the words slurred against your tongue in nothing more than a moan but it wasn't needed you were already close and he could feel it..he was only egging you on. “And how about you be a good boy and come for me…” The purr left your lips so smooth even you were impressed as you smirked against his mouth, the feeling of his dick starting to twitch against your palm as he grew even harder let you know he one ahead of you on that one. “Fuck baby, I can feel how close you are..come with me...come with me…”

That’s all she wrote..if you guys want a part B to this IE..when they get Home and Hoseok going kinda full dom daddy on both of them! Lol show this some love and hit up my ask box…

Love ya as always,

Rocki

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; sangria | m.

— a/n: this is the first fic i released on this website. so like spare me.

— pairing: min yoongi x reader

— genre: smut, pwp, jealous!yoongi

— word count: 3k+

— warnings: dirty talk, creampie, exhibitionism (basically fucking on a beach), pet names, unprotected sex 

— summary: a day at the beach has yoongi hornier than he’d like to admit.

Admittedly, Yoongi had bought the skimpy bikini set for Y/N to use in closed facilities, like their own pool, or their bedroom. Not in actual public where wandering eyes meet her figure continuously. He doesn't even know why he let her leave the house, he should have stood his ground and demanded she changed. But she has a way of talking, like promising to suck him off when they get back home. Yeah, the argument was pretty much over after that. But it didn't mean he was fine with it. He doesn't even know what possessed him to buy it. When he'd seen it the shops he knew it would look good on her, he'd imagined the way it would wrap around her curves deliciously, but even his imagination can't beat or compare to reality in the slightest. 

She looks like pure, hot, sex. And he can't keep his eyes off. In fact, he hasn't. He's been observing her heatedly as she talks with a smile on her face to the bartender. He doesn't miss the way the boys' eyes linger below her face from time to time, and Yoongi knows exactly what he's thinking because he's thinking it too. Yet, she's oblivious to the whole ordeal. Her eyes crinkle as she laughs at something he's said and Yoongi has half the mind to stomp over there and drag her away.

But before he's even pushed himself off the ground she's strolling back towards him, two glasses in hand and his anger simmers momentarily as he admires his fiancée. 

Yoongi’s always admiring her. The way her engagement ring glints in the sunlight to remind him, they're forever. The way her legs go on for miles and if he squints hard enough, he can almost make out the purple bruise on her inner thigh. And the way she fits him, so snug and right on his body, like she was made just for him.

“What were you talking about?” He asks, subtly jerking his head in the direction of the bartender that's still sneaking glances at her.

Y/N takes a seat between his outstretched legs, crossing her own Indian style. Her brows furrow and she glances up at him whilst trying to steady the glasses on the book she brought.

“Jason?”

He frowns glaring at her accusingly. Yoongi knows Y/N, she's a flirt, plain and true, entirely out of habit though. Most times she doesn't even mean it or realises she's doing it. But she'll do it, and it always succeeds to piss him off. 

“First name terms already?”

Y/N shrugs not really understanding the bitter tone in his voice. She hasn't done anything yet so she won't let him spoil her day like he'd tried to this morning. “He asked if he could get my number—”

Yoongi raises an eyebrow. How was she so nonchalant about this? “Oh—he did, did he.”

“Yeah—” She says, a teasing smile accompanying. He's definitely jealous. “—had to tell him I didn't think my fiancé would be too understanding.”

Yoongi grins planting a kiss on her lips that leaves her breathless. That's his girl.

Y/N rolls her eyes. “Anyway, he gave me free sangrias and told me to tell you that you are a very lucky guy.”

He is lucky. Very lucky indeed. He doesn't know where or what he'd be doing if she hadn't given him another chance. All he knows is, he'll never stop loving her. And well, that wouldn't have been good for him without her. 

“Hm, I am aren't I?” He encloses his arms around her waist pulling her set against his chest. “Justin's a very smart guy.”

Y/N slaps his arm holding back her smile. “Jason,” She corrects knowing full well he hadn't forgotten but instead insisted on acting like a jealous bastard. 

He doesn't care. He shifts her hair to one side and brushes his lips over her shoulders. She smells enticing. A concoction of apples, almonds and him. He can definitely smell himself on her. 

“Have I told you how beautiful you look today?” He asks, not really expecting an answer. 

She giggles. He always makes her feel like a giddy high school girl again. “Really, you think so?” She doesn't.

He hums.

She leans back into him and her eyes flutter close. The sound of waves rippling, laughs and chatter fill her ears and her lips stretch up.

“You know what I just realised?” She pops an eye open to check if he's listening. He is. “I haven't been to the beach in like—” She holds up her freshly painted white nails. “—2 years.”

Yoongi grimaces. It's not like she didn't want to go to, well to some extent she didn't, she's not the biggest fan of the place. Y/N hates the way the sand sticks to her body, amongst other things. But mostly, she just hasn't felt as body confident as she used to since she had Hye. 

“It's been that long?”

“Yeah—” She chuckles nervously feeling as self-conscious as ever. These girls on the beach are young, skinny and single. She wouldn't be surprised if Yoongi found someone else more up to speed to go with. “I'm so old compared to all the girls here.”

“I hardly believe 23 is old. If you’re old then 25 must be ancient.”

She laughs. “Yoongi, you’re a grandpa you don’t count.”

He squeezes her tightly with a scowl.

But the point still stands, ever since she gave birth to Hye, her body changed. For one, her breasts are bigger than they used to be which she guesses is positive because Yoongi claims he likes it a lot. 

However, the stretch marks, no matter what Yoongi says, she doesn't like. Sure, they're faint because she'd been avidly using Aloe Vera on them like Google had told her too. But they're still there if you look properly. And she hates it.

Yoongi strokes her stomach, thumb painting his name in ghost ink. He can practically hear her think and it isn't hard to discern what she's thinking. Sure, the girls are pretty but they're also bland. They're not his Y/N.

So, he decides it's the best time to tell her what's been running in his mind for far too long.

“You know, I would really like to fuck you right now.”

Y/N releases a slow breath. She's expected this from him, ever since he almost cancelled the day trip when he saw what she was wearing. She's been waiting for him to speak his intentions, but she hasn't come here for this.

“No way.” She sits up and turns to face him with the sternest face she can muster. Yoongi thinks she looks adorable. 

“Can you see how pale I am? I need to tan.”

He splays his hand on her thigh and grabs firmly. 

“Well, I don't think you need to.” He murmurs, tracing the magenta bruise he'd left on her the other night and she shivers visibly. He catches her earlobe between his teeth. “Plus, I like the way my marks show up on your skin.”

Y/N shakes her head, shuffling off of his lap swiftly and turning on the towel to lay on her stomach before he can manipulate her with his words like he's done many times before. 

“Yeah...well, I want to tan.” 

She releases the clasp of her bikini bra and he groans at the way her breasts spill out invitingly. The bra itself is only held by a flimsy knot around her neck. If he just tugs it with his finger it'd be off. Which isn't putting him at any ease.

“You can tan later.”

In Yoongi’s head, if she really wants him not to touch her, then she's not presenting her case very well. And having her rounded ass in his face isn't helping his growing hard-on either. Mainly because he remembers the way he pounded into her from behind last night as she ground against him, crying for more. 

He rearranges his shorts awkwardly. He needs to fuck her. And he's going to.

He rests on his side facing her. 

“Baby, look,” He starts, trailing a finger languidly down her spine. “You can sit on my lap. I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side—” 

Her breath hitches and he smirks, he's almost got her. “—and no one will notice.”

It does sound tempting. In fact, if he had caught her at another time, she would already be on his lap. But now, she really does just want a day to relax and tan without having sex. So, Y/N ignores him.

“What d'you think Hye’s doing with your parents?”

Yoongi grumbles and lies back on the towel. Is she being serious? 

“I don't really want to think about our sons' whereabouts when I have a very fucking painful boner.”

Y/N glances at his shorts. He's shifting around uncomfortably and it does look painful. She almost feels bad. She huffs, her resolve weakening by the minute as she thinks about having him buried to the hilt inside her as he fucks her brains out.

“I am not about to have sex with you on the beach.”

“But baby, you look so fucking good,” He whispers in her ear, kissing the skin behind. “And you know how much I love being inside of you.”

Y/N knows, she loves him inside her too. He's so big and his cock is so perfect. She nibbles at her lip, biting back a moan. Why does he always have the right words to get her worked up. 

All she wants is one day when they're not going at it like rabbits. Is that too much to ask for?

Apparently, to Yoongi, it is.

He sits up with a scoff picking her up easily and settling her on his lap again, back pressed against his chest. 

“Y/N... if I want to fuck you. I will.”

She sighs. He's so stubborn, he won't give up for anything. She grabs the towel she'd been lying on and covers her lap with it. 

“Fine.”

Yoongi’s face is already buried in her neck when he smiles and squeezes her waist. “Thank you, princess,” He mutters against her, sucking and biting harshly at the creamy surface. “I'll fuck you so good.”

After he's done with her, he's gonna send her back to the bar, marked up and sweaty, so that the boy can see who she belongs to. 

She's his and will always be.

Y/N rests her head back on his shoulder with a muted moan, allowing him ease of access as her eyes flits around the area. Apart from the few people at the bar hut and the people playing around in the water, she'd say they were safe. At least, as safe as they could be on a beach anyway.

Yoongi isn't even taking precautions like Y/N, he's visibly excited that he's about to fuck her on a beach. He tugs his shorts down quickly.

His cock rubs against her covered pussy as she grinds down against him impulsively. “You need to be faster than this Yoongs,” She whines.

“I'm coming—” He shifts the towel around their body in place, knowing it'll probably make Y/N feel more sheltered. “I'm coming, hold on baby girl.”

He draws her panties to the side and his cock twitches as he strokes himself against her slit. He lets out a shaky breath, her juices coat his tip almost immediately and he wants to eat her so bad. But he can't. Not here.

“Shit my baby girls so wet for me, isn't she?”

“Christ.” Her eyes roll back as she gasps. She's incredibly needy now. She has to force herself not to move without his command. She knows her Yoongi. And she knows as riled as he is, he'll leave her horny if she disobeys him. “Just fuck me... please.”

God. She's so pretty and good to him, particularly so when she's begging for him. He loves it when she begs, makes him feel in control. 

“Look at you.” He sniggers. “Weren't you just so adamant on me not being inside you.”

She denies it.

“You sure baby?”

Y/N sucks in a sharp breath as he sinks her down on his cock slowly until all of him is buried inside her warmth. And her jaw slackens, a whine escaping her mouth. He always fills her so goddamn well. 

She can't control the noises that leave her lips, and as sweet as he finds them he's gonna need her to stop. Even though he doesn't want her to. He wants to hear every whimper she makes.

“Try to keep quiet baby girl. We don't want to get caught,” Yoongi urges breathily and cups a breast from underneath her bra in his large hand. “Now, I'm gonna need you to ride me yeah...”

Y/N nods fervently, hurriedly digging her fingers into his thigh painfully and he bites into the skin under her jaw with the same intensity. 

Both are numb to the feeling, revelling in the steady rhythm her hips make as she lifts herself up and sits back down, burying herself deep on his cock each time. Her breast bounces in his hands and he rolls her nipple between his fingers.

They're both short of breath, panting and groaning like dogs in heat. The sun beats down on them in sweltering heat waves and their bodies are slick with sweat. 

They'd never fucked so publicly before and the thought of someone watching them arouses her to no end and Y/N can't take it anymore.

He feels so good filling her completely like his cock was made just for her cunt. Her stomach tightens, she wants him to pound into her so bad.

“Sh-Shit Yoongi, I need you to—” Her knees buckle as she rocks desperately against him. “I can't.”

Yoongi grabs at her waist. “You've been getting so greedy recently. Don't you dare fucking even think about stopping,” He growls in her ear. He plants a hand into the sand around them, steadying himself as he begins to thrust up into her.

He's driving into her hungrily, forceful and keen strokes set out to impale her swollen pussy. His name leaves her lips like a memorised mantra, the lewd slaps of her body against his entirely too loud for the beach but he loves it all. 

“Fuck, my girls always so good at taking my cock, isn't she?”

“Yes—” She exhales shakily. “I love taking your cock so much.”

“God, you’re such a fucking cock whore.”

Her hair scatters across her face as she shakes her head. “Yes— Yes, I love your cock. I love it when you come inside me—”

Yoongi grins against her jaw. “Yeah? You like it when I fill you?”

Y/N struggles for breath, choppy, short and strangled puffs each time he pushes. “Uh huh—I love it when you watch your cum seep out of me as well. Makes me feel like a good girl for you.”

“Jesus Christ, you're so fucking filthy, who's letting you keep talking like that?” 

Y/N doesn't have to say it. They both know that it's him. Yoongi’s letting her speak like that. And she's so overthrown in the bliss that the words just flow out naturally.

“It's because you fuck me so so so good.”

“I do, don't I?” He grunts, huffing and puffing to catch his breath. “It's 'cause my girl knows how to take her cock so well.”

She's hysterically trying to keep her grip on his thighs but he's treating her like a rag doll, and she can't wait to see the bruises his hands make on her waist.

“Yes— fuck, yes!”

“So, will you be a good girl and keep it all in you then?” Fuck, she's clenching so hard on him, and her walls are so tight he can barely move. He grits out with clenched teeth. 

“I want to see you talk to that boy again with ruined panties a—and my cum running down your thighs. Can you do that for me, baby?”

Y/N’s agreeing before he can even finish. “I'll do anything you want. I just— I just want to feel your cum stuffing me full.” 

Her head is dizzy with pleasure as his thrusts stay unrelenting. There's no empathy in them and fire pools low in her abdomen. And he's shaking.

“Fucking hell princess.”

Yoongi can't believe how lucky he is to have such a naughty girl like her, he will reward her though. He knows her body like the back of his hand. 

He lifts her off of him much to her complaint and turns her around, so they're face to face, he rests his forehead against hers giving Y/N ample time to breathe before slamming her body down towards him.

“Oh god, right— right there.”

Yoongi smirks, pounding into her again and again. Aggravating slow and controlled strokes that has her covering her silenced shrieks with a shaky hand. 

“Here?” He mocks.

“Yoongi!” She throws her head back and he relishes in how beautiful she looks for him. Her face is flushed, strands of brown hair stuck onto it and her lips are bright and swollen by the way she's been biting at them with her teeth.

He shushes her. “Don't worry baby, I've got you.” He's always got her. 

Y/N’s overcome with all emotions at once, her eyes sting with unshed tears. It's the pure incredibility of how well he's fucking her on a public beach and she knows she can't go back from this. Nor can he, he's gonna tick this off his bucket list and boast to the boys.

“God—I love you so fucking much Yoongi.”

He kisses her throat, soft and loving despite his thrusts. “I love you too—so much.” He means it. He's always meant it. 

“Fuck, I'm gonna—”

Y/N hooks her arms around his neck tightly, or else she's sure she's gonna flop back. Her back arches as she pushes her breasts flat onto his chest and he captures her lips in a bruising kiss. It's messy and sensual, tongues massaging together, and it just manages to mute out her clamorous moans. 

His pace speeds up, frantic and careless strokes into her as he chases his release. “I want you to cum around my cock princess,” Yoongi says heatedly. “Want to feel it so bad.”

And Y/N can't hold back anymore, the blue skies fade to black as she writhes against him, dissolving into blinding pleasure. Her walls tighten around him, the sensitivity of his vigorous strokes causing her to jerk and jolt.

He groans holding her firmly, his muscles contracting and relaxing when he goes still. His seed splatters against her walls, pump after pump of warm cum filling her so right. Like he always does. And they know it's messy, it always is.

“Fuck, my angel did so well—” Yoongi leaves sweet kisses on her jaw. Y/N hums, looking completely ruined and so rightfully his. Just like he's so rightfully hers.

Her body is flimsy as Yoongi lifts her up gently, pulling himself out of her. He fixes her panties before their juices trickle out of her slit too quickly. 

“Now try to hold my cum in you, and go talk to that bartender boy again.”

Y/N laughs. “Christ— you love this don't you.”

Yoongi curses as she does up her bra and stands to her feet. His hands and mouth have left prominent marks on her skin and he can already see his release beginning to run down her thighs.

 She sighs, “At least let me wear a shirt.”

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Reward and Punishment

Prompt : Anonymous said — “i love your writing so much 💕 could you please do a scenario where yuta throatfucks the reader? sorry if this is different than your usual scenarios 😅 it’s okay if you don’t want to”

Character : Nakamoto Yuta — NCT

Warning(s) : Poorly written smut, also keep in mind that English is not my first language so please excuse my rookie mistakes. Heavily implied dom/sub relationship, rough sex, very lowkey daddy kink (no age regression shit, the reader literally just calls Yuta ‘daddy’ like twice).

Author’s note : Ok so… it’s actually stated in the rules that I don’t accept scenario requests because I had bad experiences doing that on my other scenario blog, but like. Yuta was my ultimate bias for 6 months before Chanyeol came back to take his rightful place, and I’m still incredibly biased towards him. Plus, as a submissive hoe myself, I just could not pass up the opportunity to write this. However, it’s gonna be shorter than what I usually go for (a minimum of 3k). Hope you still enjoy it !

Word count : 1,485 words

(Credits for the gif go to nakamotens)

You were already so far gone when Yuta pulled you inside the maintenance closet backstage that you didn’t even wince when your knees forcefully hit the concrete floor, unable to fight back your boyfriend’s strength as he pushed you down to your knees. You knew he was pissed just from the brutal way he was manhandling you, with reason to be; it was your fault if he ended up in this state. You deserved the punishment that was about to come, and you were ready to take it — it was part of this whole game, after all. With good actions came a reward. With bad ones came punishment. You knew this. You had gone over the rules so many times before. You knew this, and yet, you still decided that coming to see him perform backstage despite your relationship being a secret was a good idea. And really, that wasn’t even bad compared to what you did afterwards, when his other members were busy getting into their costumes or getting their hair and makeup done. That had been the last straw.

In retrospect, you had no clue why you thought openly teasing him, cornering him on one side of the room where everyone else with a keen eye could’ve seen you slide your hand under his pants to grab his length, was even a good idea to begin with. You wanted to help him relax and momentarily forgot that you two were not alone, you guessed, and you had felt incredibly bold in that moment. Yuta was about to make you regret that. And he was about to remind you that touching him without his permission, in public on top of that, went absolutely against the rules you had set at the beginning of the relationship. Rules you clearly had forgotten, apparently.

The door of the small utility room closed behind him, completely engulfing you in the dark. Yuta didn’t waste time taking his phone out of his back pocket to turn the flashlight on and propped up the device on one of the grey metal shelving unit on the right side of you. You stood in position, on your knees, hands carefully placed under your thighs, in the fold of your knees; ready to take whatever he had in store for you. The palpable sexual tension in the air coupled by the way the light hit the side of his face, making him look more menacing than he was, made you audibly gulp.

Yuta brought his hand to your jaw, tilting your head up so you could look at him. “You’re in so much trouble, kitten,” he breathed, voice reprimanding yet soft, caring, letting you know he wasn’t truly mad at you. With the hand holding your jaw, he pinched your head under your chin and nearly yanked it forward so your nose was almost touching the very apparent bulge in his tight leather pants. “Can you see what you did ? I’m afraid you’re gonna have to fix that, sweetheart. What do you think, huh ?”

His tight grip on your jaw made it difficult to move your lips to form coherent words. “Yes daddy,” you mumbled in agreement, nodding your head as much as you could. Yuta seemed satisfied of your answer and let you go, and you fell back into your initial position. Your boyfriend’s hands flew to his belt, and despite your clouded mind, you could guess what he was about to do. Your mouth nearly watered at the thought.

“You’re going to stay like that,” he explained, tone commanding — this sent shivers of pleasure down your spine, and you could feel your panties getting soaked more and more as time passed by. Yuta took a step forward and grabbed a handful of your hair, yanking your head back forcefully, making you yelp. You could feel your eyes water at the corners, but you enjoyed the pain. The tip of his hard cock was pressed against your lips, but you patiently waited for his order, not daring to do anything, because that’s what good girls do. “I don’t want you to move unless I make you. I don’t want you to make a sound unless I ask you a direct question. I’m going to use you for my own pleasure like the little fucktoy you are, because this is how you deserve to be treated for what you did. If you manage to do that, you’ll get a reward tonight when we get home. Have I made myself understood ?”

“Yes, daddy,” you replied, voice trembling in lust and anticipation.

“Remind me your safeword ?”

“消防車*,” you answered immediately, and Yuta’s grip on your hair softened a bit so he could pet it in approval.

“That’s my good girl,” he praised, and almost immediately after, his iron grip was back on your hair, preventing you from moving. “Open up.”

You obliged, tasting the precum smeared on your lips. You almost hummed in content, but you remembered his rule. No sound. You fought against it, and soon enough, Yuta’s cock hit the back of your throat. It took everything in your not to gag around his length, and it became even harder when Yuta decided to stand still, his cock quickly blocking any air from entering. You tried to focus on your breathing, but it was hard, because you didn’t even have the proper ability to focus on anything, lust clouding your judgement and you felt yourself completely slip into subspace, cutting all contact you had remaining with reality. Yuta pulled out, giving you about two seconds to breathe before he pushed his cock down your throat again, thrusting in and out of you at a pace that would leave your throat incredibly sore after this. But you let it happen, and you enjoyed every bit of it; enjoyed being used like an object, enjoyed the feeling of choking around his dick and being unable to breathe, enjoyed being stripped of every sense except the taste of his precum on your tongue.

Soon enough you started seeing stars, tears running down your cheeks from how good it hurt, until you found yourself deprived of that sensation when he pulled out again. You gasped for air, your lungs hurting as well, but you didn’t care. “You okay ?” Yuta checked, and you could only nod, too out of breath to speak. With that, his cock was back in your mouth, his thrusts following the same relentless pace he had set before, and you were so far gone in your own arousal that you almost missed it when he finally came, releasing his warm cum deep down your throat. “Swallow.” He wouldn’t have even needed to ask, but the fact that he did peaked your arousal even more. You were sure you could cum just from this, but you knew you couldn’t, because he didn’t allow you to. This wasn’t about you this time.

Yuta kept his softening dick inside your mouth until you had completely milked him dry before finally pulling out and tucking himself back into his pants. He wasted no time wiping your tears away with his sleeve, crouching down in front of you so he could look you eye to eye and make sure you were okay. He let you catch your breath, holding you by the arms so you stopped swaying back and forth from exhaustion, and kept murmuring praises and sweet nothings until you were finally brought back to earth. When you did, you first instinct was to smile wildly at him in pure bliss, making him smile back just as wildly.

“You did so well, princess. I promise you’ll get your reward tonight.” He kissed you on the forehead and helped you back to your feet, combing his fingers through your hair that he had messed up earlier by tugging on it so harshly to make sure you would look at least somewhat presentable when you two would get out. “You understand why you were punished, don’t you ?”

You nodded. “Because I touched you without your permission. And I wasn’t careful about keeping our relationship a secret to anyone outside your group as we agreed.”

“Very good. Speaking of them,” Yuta chuckled, taking his phone back to turn the light off and look at the time. “They might be looking for me at the moment. The performance starts in ten minutes. You’re gonna be okay on your own ?”

You nodded, humming your positive answer. Yuta wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing your two bodies together. “I’m sure you’re gonna be amazing as always.”

“What did I do to deserve you ?” Yuta whispered against your lips, more to himself than anyone else, and kissed you with all the love he had for you. It almost made your knees give up on you, but his grip on your waist kept you grounded.

*Shōbōsha means firetruck in Japanese. Because why not. Whoop whoop whoop~

[moonbeambucky]

The Price of Gold (Part 12)

Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader Word Count: 4500 Warnings: mention of cancer, angst, fluff, smut (NSFW 18+)

Summary: As a sports journalist you’ve traveled the world interviewing famous athletes. You’ve loved your job up until you find out your next article is on the last person in the world you ever wanted to talk to, Lance Tucker.

A/N: This doesn’t follow The Bronze canon though some film details are mixed with real world events. Written for @green-eyeddragonfanfiction Dragon’s 3k Follower Creative Content Challenge. My prompt was “I can’t be in love with you!” gif source (x)

PART 11 | THE PRICE OF GOLD MASTERLIST

Lance’s tears drenched your neck and you held him tighter as your mind was thinking the worst. He broke away from you to grab a tissue from the bathroom, wiping his eyes and blowing his nose before he sat on the bed. He looked so small, hunched over with his head hanging low.

He explained that the cancer is spreading to other parts of his mother’s brain. Walking in front of him you ran your fingers through his hair gently and felt him ease into your touch.

Lance looked up at you with sad, tear filled eyes, “I don’t want to lose her,” he sobbed, wrapping his arms around your waist, pressing his face against your stomach.

You held him close, rubbing his back not quite knowing what to say. At some point you ended up laying beside him on the bed as he clung to your body, eventually falling asleep out of pure exhaustion.

Once again you found yourself waking up together, this time with Lance apologizing for disturbing your sleep last night though you insisted he didn’t trouble you. Lance needed some fresh air, stepping out on the balcony he leaned against the railing, breathing in the scent of fresh cut grass. You came out beside him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

Lance straightened up, allowing you to slip your arm around his waist and lean your head against him. “What are you going to do now?” you asked.

“They mentioned hospice care but I know she doesn’t want that, she wants to be at home.” You grabbed his hand, lacing your fingers together as you gave him a look of solidarity. “Plus there’s no telling when.”

Lance always knew that treatment would only prolong Dorothy’s life but it was never a cure. With the cancer spreading it could be days or weeks or a month or two if they were lucky.

Rubbing your thumb against his you asked, “Is there anything I can do?”

“No. I’m gonna get Nadia so we can bring her home. After she’s settled maybe I can see you?” he asked, putting his sneakers back on.

You asked again if he was sure, you wanted to help him anyway you could and staying here made you feel a little useless.

“She’s not in the best head space. I think the less stimulation right now the better.” He said, giving you sad smile. You understood, he wanted Dorothy to be comfortable.

“But I’m glad you’re here,” he added, kissing you softly before leaving.

Your stomach was rumbling so you quickly threw on a bra and a baggy shirt, leaving your pj’s on and made your way down to the breakfast area. Thankfully it wasn’t very crowded and most of the people sitting there were occupied by the TV. You filled your plate with some toast, grabbing a small packet of butter and a mini muffin. After pouring batter into the waffle maker you sipped on your coffee as you waited for it to cook.

You had a view of the front desk from your table and watched as people were towing luggage in hand to check out. You recognized the family that you sat beside in this very dining area over a week ago during your first encounter with Lance. My how things have changed.

Since you were going to be alone today you decided to grab your bikini and sit poolside. You had intended to do this on your birthday but Lance’s surprise had changed your plans. Back upstairs you ensured the side strings were securely fastened on your purple bikini and threw on a loose cover up dress.

Laying a towel against plastic lounge chair you sat back and relaxed. It was nice to take in this moment. New York was always go, go, go! From the people to the work, it was a constant rush. Laying down with the sun warming your skin and music in your ears you were finally able to just do nothing. It made you think about the last time you took a real vacation. You’ve been to amazing places because of work but to go somewhere and do something for yourself was something you really needed to do again, hopefully sooner than later.

It was still early in the afternoon when Lance texted to let you know that he was on his way back. Putting your cover up back on you gathered your things and went back upstairs to wait for Lance. Soon after he was at your door and you wrapped your arms around him for a much needed hug.

“How is she?”

Lance sighed, “Better, for now.”

After his stressful morning he could use a break, and eyeing you up and down was the perfect distraction from his thoughts. “And what are you wearing?” he said, twirling you around, eyes widening at the deep v opening in the back that exposed the ties of your bikini top. He bit his lip, “I like it.”

Your cheeks grew warmer and you looked away from him, “I was down by the pool when you called.”

“You went to this pool but not mine?” he feigned hurt, “Oh no, we have to fix that. Come on.” Lance took your arm and began to walk you towards the door.

“Wait, wait!” you laughed. Lance seemed like himself again but you were still concerned for him. “Are you sure you want to…” You didn’t quite finish your sentence, unsure of what you would have asked him– Have fun? Pretend your mom isn’t dying?

He answered as if he could read your mind, “Trust me, Y/N, with you is exactly where I need to be right now.”

His eyes pleaded with you and you understood. After a long day in the hospital, with uncertainty around the corner Lance deserved a moment to enjoy himself.

You packed a change of clothes and headed out with Lance to his house. Neither of you had eaten lunch yet. Lance had been too preoccupied this morning so you stood in his kitchen, working in tandem to make a salad. You were rinsing the kale, blueberries and raspberries as Lance took out precooked quinoa, feta cheese and began slicing an avocado. You mixed the ingredients together in a large bowl and Lance added slice almonds on top.

“Can’t forget the nuts,” he said with a suggestive smirk on his face that had you bursting out with laughter.

“Oh my god you’re such a child!” you joked, playfully shoving his arm.

Lance topped off the salad with a lemon poppy seed dressing and you mixed everything together before dividing the contents into smaller bowls. You sat at a table on the veranda talking about the grand opening in two days.

“I’m definitely excited. I have to order banners with the USAG logo on it now that I’m on board with them again, I just didn’t have the time with everything going on.”

“Are you sure there’s nothing I can do to help? I know your mom has Nadia but maybe a familiar face would be nice?” you suggested.

Lance chewed his forkful, shaking his head. He was worried, Dorothy’s mind was still fragile and he didn’t want anything to push her over the edge. You didn’t push the issue anymore, respecting his wishes. When the bowls were empty Lance got up, pressing his lips to yours for a quick kiss saying he would be right back, and taking them into the kitchen.

His phone buzzed on the table and you glanced over, checking the notification incase it was Nadia or something related to Dorothy. The moment you saw a different woman’s name your heart sank. Since you’ve been down here the only text you’ve received from a guy was an automated message from your dentist’s office, and while Dr. David was cute he was also married.

You and Lance were growing closer as you reconnected but to be fair nothing was official, and despite all of the texts you hadn’t actually seen Lance respond to these women, not in front of you at least. It still hurt though, and you really wanted to throw his phone in the pool out of spite but maybe there was another way you could get your frustration out…

Walking towards his pool you stared at the pristine water and upon hearing Lance walking back outside you lifted your cover up dress over your head and tossed it aside. Lance held his breath staring at you from behind, biting his lip as he took in your form.

“Jesus,” he said under his breath. Walking next to you, his eyes were bulging as he caught a glimpse of your front, staring at your breasts in the bikini top and wondering what he’s done to deserve such a beautiful sight.

“Reminds me of my parent’s pool,” you said, staring straight at the water, though you could feel Lance’s gaze on you. “Except theirs didn’t have a crack in it like yours.”

“Huh?” Lance was pulled away from his sinful thoughts and back to reality. “Where?”

You pointed towards the bottom of the far side of the pool, “Don’t you see?”

Lance squinted, leaning forward to follow the direction of where you pointed. He suddenly felt two palms against his back that propelled him forward and into the pool. Lance wiped the water from his eyes, standing up in disbelief that you pushed him, in his clothes, into the pool!

Your laughter floated through the air as you saw his shocked expression, which only made you laugh even harder.

“You think this is funny?” he asked, “My sneakers feel so weird,” he chuckled, the hem of his shirt floating on the surface of the water.

Walking through the water closer towards you Lance laid his arms against the edge of the pool, resting his chin upon them and smirking at you.

You squatted down, giggling at him, “I can’t believe you fell for that!”

You smiled widely at Lance watching a bead of water trail down his cheek and onto his soaked arm and what looked to be an expensive watch.

“Oh shit! Your watch!” you exclaimed, your mouth covering your face as you felt terrible at the thought of ruining it. The white band stood out against his tanned skin and how you didn’t notice it before is beyond you.

Lance stood up again, looking down at his wrist he pressed his lips together with concern, letting you continue to apologize knowing full well the watch was waterproof.

“Hmmm I’m not sure if it still works. Do you know what time it is?” he raised his brow looking up at you.

Your own phone was beside his on the table and before you could get up to check Lance’s hand clasped around your wrist, and with a determined look in his eyes he said, “It’s payback time!”

With that, he pulled you into the water, laughing hysterically that you were caught off guard. It wasn’t as satisfying considering you were already wearing the appropriate attire but still, he surprised you.

Rising up above the water you wiped your face, laughing and double checking that everything was still covered by your bikini. Lance took notice too, his eyes were drawn to your hardened nipples through the fabric. You took deeper breaths watching as he stared at you. It felt familiar and yet you were scared; if you let go of the past with Lance Tucker then what would that mean? A future?

Doing the only rational thing you could you splashed him to break the tension. It wasn’t the same as when you were kids, the former skinny beanpole was now a tall and muscular man who was able to create much stronger splashes in his retaliation.

Holding your hands up you yelled, “Okay, okay! I give up! Truce?” you innocently asked.

Lance agreed but with all your might you whipped up the water throwing it in his face and swam away to the other side of the pool. Lance followed behind you, awkwardly kicking as his sneakers begun to weigh him down. He swam up beside you, caging you in his arms at the edge of the pool.

“You thought I wouldn’t follow you?” A quick chuckle fell from his lips, the blue of his eyes retreated and you were trapped under his sinful gaze. “I’m not scared of the deep end anymore sweetheart.”

Your heart was fluttering wildly as you heard it beating in your ear. Being trapped between Lance’s arms and hard body made you feel warm all over. You were in the deep end now in more ways than one and it was time to sink or swim.

Pushing your head forward you captured Lance’s lips in a searing kiss, pressing yourself closer to his shirt covered chest and wrapping your arms around his neck. Opening your mouth you deepened the kiss and Lance matched you with equal fervor, your tongues reuniting with each other after being apart for so long.

Lance let one hand go to wrap around your body, wanting to keep you close and never let go. He swallowed every moan that fell from your lips, wanting to swim in a sea filled with sounds of your bliss. You pulled away for air, smiling as Lance kept stealing small kisses from you.

Motioning with your head to follow you Lance swam to the stairs, feeling the heaviness of his saturated clothing weighing him down as he climbed out. You were toweling off your body, bending over to dry your legs and giving Lance a perfect view of your ass. He took a deep breath as he felt a twitch in his pants, the soaking wet pants he was about to take off and he really did not want anything to pop up and make you uncomfortable.

You laid down on his extra wide chaise, adjusting a pillow under your head as you waited for him to come over. You heard the squelching of his sneakers before he was even near you. Lance had slipped out of them, feeling the relief of no longer being suctioned into his shoes. His socks were drenched and smelly so he laid them out to dry far away from you.

His white t-shirt clung to the cuts of his muscles but you eyes were fixed while watching every muscle flex as he pulled himself out of the saturated shirt. His firm body was on display and you sucked your bottom lip into your mouth watching him. Unbuttoning his jeans Lance stepped out of them, revealing his black boxer briefs that showed off a prominent package.

Lance ran a towel along his body, soaking up as much water as he could before laying beside you, both of you letting the warm sun do the rest of the drying. Trees provided a barrier between him and his neighbors so it was quiet and serene. Being together again was nice. It was comforting to lace your fingers together or steal a kiss before you turned onto your stomach, being with Lance felt like home.

When you finally sat up you moved your neck from side to side, groaning a little at the stretch.

“Still sore?” Lanced asked and you confirmed. “I owe that massage, ya know.”

You sat cross legged in front of Lance, making sure your hair was out of the way. His thumbs rubbed small circles upwards on the side of your neck, sweeping down your shoulders. He increased pressure with each pass but kept his touch firm but light, wanting to warm up the muscles before working out the tension.

Lance was well acquainted with the physical form, sometimes having to step in and help a gymnast work through a knot before a competition. Tight muscles were inevitable when you pushed your body as physically as gymnasts do, you on the other hand just hold your tension in your neck and back. When you’re not travelling you’re either sitting at a desk or on your couch with your laptop, with terrible posture as you write your articles, breaking only for coffee refills.

Lance made painful noises as he felt the large balls of tension that pulled at your muscle fibers.

“When was the last time you had a massage?” he asked, as he was adding more pressure to his kneading motions.

“Uhhh….”

Your lack of a real answer spoke more words than you could say. Now that you’re thinking about it you rarely had time to treat yourself to anything. Having your dream job meant sacrificing a lot. Between days at the office and travelling the little time that you had for yourself was filled with menial tasks like laundry and cleaning, and since New York was so expensive you were not able to afford the things you wanted like massages and facials.

Lance’s skilled fingers continued to work your muscles and soon you were melting into his touch, forgetting to curb your moaning because everything felt so damn good! A satisfied smile spread across Lance’s face, he was not only helping you but making you feel good and that’s all he’s ever wanted to do.

“That good, huh?” he chuckled.

A wave of embarrassment washed over you. Turning your head back to face him you smiled shyly when you caught a glimpse at his smirk. Lance leaned in to press a sweet kiss to your lips before continuing to work on a particularly tight spot on your back. Satisfied hums continued to leave your mouth as you became putty in his hands.

Your head lolled to the side as Lance began to work both hands on your shoulder though he was becoming distracted. It was hard not to notice the way you reacted to his touch, watching your chest swell when he worked on a particularly tight spot and then release with a breathy moan.

The column of your neck was calling to him, like a siren singing out to a sailor and he was ready and willing to crash. Licking his lips he leaned in placing a gentle kiss at the top of your neck. Caught off guard by his actions you held your breath as Lance continued to slowly kiss his way down. When he reached the spot where your neck and collar met he licked his lips, sucking on your skin and making you gasp. He soothed the area with his tongue, kissing down further until he was at the curve of your shoulder, placing one last kiss before pulling away.

“Was that good?” he nervously asked.

“Real good,” you affirmed.

Lance’s hands began to rub up your back and down your shoulders, stopping himself to plant kisses at the back of your neck, grazing his nose along your skin. You were squirming with delight, feeding your body to his hungry mouth. His hands began to roam, caressing up and down your arms and wrapping around your waist.

Whether Lance had inched closer to you or you had moved towards him you couldn’t say, all you knew is that you were now flush against his chest feeling his firm arousal pressing against you. He continued his assault on your neck, the wetness left by his tongue matching that in your warm center.

His hands grazed your sides, gently rubbing up and down, getting closer to the curve of your breasts with each pass. Heat began to radiate from your core as delicate fingers slipped beneath your bikini top. Lance traced your hardened peaks before cupping your breasts and you gasped. Kneading them with his hands he nipped at your neckline and you couldn’t take it anymore.

Your head turned back to kiss him, letting your tongue slip past his lips while rocking your hips against him. Lance moved with you, deepening the kiss and pinching your nipple harder. His touch became too much and not enough at the same time.

You broke your connection briefly, turning around to face him before your lips were together again, tongues dancing with each other, teeth clashing together. You were both hungry with need, starving and yearning for desire and as you felt his hardened arousal pressed against you your thighs clenched together to quell the hot burning of your core. Your eyes were dark and filled with determination; you needed Lance Tucker like you needed air to breathe.

Lance’s hands were wrapped around you, pulling you as close to him as possible, worried that if he let go you’d be gone, that this was a dream. When he felt your hands cup his bulge he gasped. Fuck. FUCK! This is real! His moan is swallowed by your lips and Lance is smiling through his kiss, in absolute disbelief that his dream was coming true.

Pushing against his chest Lance laid back, slowly palming his aching cock tenting though the material. He looked perfect, biting his bottom lip as he stared at you lustfully. As much as you wanted to draw this out you couldn’t wait any longer. Your hands went down to the hem of his briefs to tug them down. Lance lifted his hips, bringing them down his legs and kicking them off.

You felt your heart pounding, hearing the steady beat like a drum in your ear. You could almost feel the drool slipping out of your mouth as you stared at his impressive size, something you hadn’t forgotten, now accentuated by the ribbon tattoo. You were never an athlete but right now you were going for the gold.

Your hands wrapped around his length, pumping him as your tongue teased his balls, sucking them into your mouth and growing wetter at the moans that fell from his lips. Your tongue ran along the thick vein of his cock, teasing him before swallowing him, humming in delight as you bobbed up and down. Lance caught your gaze, watching himself disappear into your sinful mouth.

“Oh, fuck Y/N, just like that.”

Heat was building steadily inside of him as Lance began to lose himself to a pleasure he never imagined feeling again, not with you. He tried to control himself but it was becoming too much to handle and Lance was certainly not ready for this to be over before it began.

“C’mere,” he said through a ragged breath, and you bit your lip, legs straddling him. You moved your hips, teasing his cock though you were really only torturing yourself, feeling your wetness grow. Your hands quickly undid the straps of your top exposing your breasts and Lance smiled as they bounced above him. His tongue came out to swipe at his lips, reaching out to grab them but them but you brought his hands to your hips instead, guiding his fingers down to the strings that held your bikini bottom together.

The blue of his eyes were replaced by dark, ravenous rings, his chest breathing heavily as he pulled one string until it was taut, undoing the knot. He undid the other side, agonizingly slow as you mewled above him.

“Fuck, Lance, I need you!” you whined, begging for him.

Finally, as he removed the loosened fabric you adjusted yourself, rubbing your wetness on his length and slowly sank down on his cock; your breath stilling as you felt the stretch of him fill you completely. Lance’s eyes shut tight as he moaned, struggling not to blow his load immediately because of the incredible way you felt around him, as if you were made for each other, like a lock and key coming together to unlock a gateway of never ending pleasure.

Bracing your hands on his firm chest you began to rock your hips, your head rolling back as you were overcome with the blissful sensations. With the sun’s glow casting around your body you looked heavenly, but the sounds falling from your lips were pure sin. Lance’s hands made their way to your breasts, grabbing them as you rode him with all your might.

You locked eyes with Lance, moaning and panting above him as your hips swiveled in a desperate need for more friction. Lance dropped his hand down rubbing your clit with his thumb as you cried out, bringing you closer to the edge. 

Lance felt the way your walls began to clench around him. Fuck, he thought, between the beautiful way you looked taking your pleasure from him to the incredible way you felt around his cock he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, the tightening in his balls proving him right.

His stomach muscles tensed as he sat up wrapping his arms around you bringing your sweat covered chests closer together. Your movements slowed as his lips found yours desperately, moaning when he trailed wet kisses down your neck until he reached your breasts, taking them into his mouth and flicking his tongue around your nipples.

When he felt your hips begin to rock again he knew he couldn’t deny you of your release. Carefully he cradled you against him as he turned to lay you on your back. Bracing himself above you he entered you again and began to thrust into your heat. Lifting your leg up around him he reached your sweet spot, quickly bringing you to the edge.

“Oh, fff, Lance… I’m gonna…” you began to cry out as your walls fluttered around him, your fingers digging into his biceps as waves of pleasure washed over you.

He held out for as long as he could but feeling the way you came around him set Lance off. With a strangled moan he pulled out, emptying himself on to your stomach.

Lance hovered above you panting, his cheeks flushed with color. He smiled widely seeing your spent face coming down from the heavenly journey you took together. You looked so fucking beautiful. Lance captured your lips in for a languid kiss, resting his sweaty forehead against yours, wanting to stay pressed against you, being connected for as long as he could.

His softened dick twitched against you, reminding him of the mess he painted on your stomach. Regretfully he got up, grabbing the nearest towel to clean you up, sharing an awkward smile as you watched him. Throwing it off to the side, he laid back down pulling you beside him and wrapping an arm around you to keep you close. You were hot and sticky from the sun and the sex but they way Lance held you made any discomfort fade away.

You laid together trying to catch your breath basking in the aftermath of what transpired. You smiled when you felt his lips kiss the top of your head, hearing him hum with delight as his arms squeezed you closer.

When your heart rate steadied your mind had finally broken free of the lust driven cage you locked it away in making you realize what just happened, you had sex with Lance Tucker. Your mind was now screaming at you. What have you done?!

PART 13

[babyleclerc]

Something’s Gotta Give

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader

Style: One-Shot

Warnings: Angst, language, smut!!!!! (NSFW, 18+!)

Word Count: 3K

Summary: You’ve been filming Infinity War over the past 8+ months and for whatever reason, you cannot stand the sight of Christopher Robert Evans. But on a cold winter’s night, stuck in a cabin for “mandatory bonding”, you and Chris work out your issues...physically. Includes cameos of our favorite super-dorks Seb, Tom, Scar & Mackie!

A/N: OK, so Chris is a bit of an ass here. But there’s always been this small little part of me that thinks he has a dark side... he can’t be fluffy and loving all the time, right? ;) I also haven’t written smut in like YEARS so please don’t come @ me just enjoy, OK? Also, dedicated to the love of my life @dolangram because she inspires me daily to be a better writer and also just a better person. ILY forever <3 Enjoy! (Gif not mine)

You couldn’t stand him. Literally, every single thing he did put you on edge. Every time he breathed. Every time he spoke. Every time he laughed so fucking hard he clutched his chest and threw his beautiful blonde head back, unable to breathe. And now, here you were. Stuck with him for a full 24 hours in a snowed-in cabin. What. The. Hell.

“Oh this is going to be such fun.” You hear Tom say from the corner of the room, rubbing his hands together after setting his bags down on the floor. 

“Whose idea was it to do this again?” You mumbled, more to yourself than to anyone in particular.

“Cheer up, doll, it’s the last time we’ll all be together like this for a while. It’s supposed to be fun.” Your best friend grinned at you, slinging his bulky arm across your shoulders and ruffling your hair.

“Seb!” You grunt at the weight of him, shoving him off you. “Knock it off.”

“I think this one’s incapable of having fun.” Scarlett’s voice rang through the lodge, smirking at you. 

You rolled your eyes at her. “I’m perfectly fine. It’s someone else you have to worry about.” 

“What’re you whining about now? Lodge not nice enough for ya?” You heard Chris say, a smirk on his face as he plopped down on the couch. It was late already, and the exhaustion of the long drive to the cabin mixed with a few too many beers in Seb’s car made you clench your jaw, glaring at him.

“The lodge is fine.” You say through gritted teeth, “You, on the other hand-“

“Alright, Alright. Knock it off, you two. We heard enough of the bickering on set for months and months, give it a rest.” Mackie chimes in, joining Chris on the couch. Behind Mackie’s back, Chris sticks his tongue out at you and you return the gesture by flashing him your middle finger. He laughs softly, shaking his head.

“This problem would have been solved months ago if you two had just taken my advice.” Seb commented, shoving a handful of pretzels in his mouth as he, too, plopped onto the couch across from Mackie and Chris.

“We’re not sleeping together.” You and Chris say at the same time in a bored, unamused tone. 

Seb shrugged in response. “I’m just sayin’.”

“Oh look, finally you two agree on something.” Scarlett commented, settling in on the floor in front of Chris. She leaned back against the sofa, cracking open a beer as she did so.

“It’s a miracle!” Mackie half-shouted, also cracking open what must have been his sixth beer of the night. “Let’s play a game.” Or was it number seven? 

The collective unit (Tom, you, Seb, Chris & Scarlett) groaned. 

“Not this again.” You say, gently shoving Seb on the couch so you can sit next to him. Leaning against the arm of the couch, you sprawl your legs out over his lap. He shifts slightly, but comfortably accepts you and lets his arm rest across your shins once you’re settled. You smile at the warm gesture.

“Yeah, remember what happened last time we played a game?” Seb said, lazily playing with a loose string on one of your wool socks. 

“Dude, no one needs to remember that.” Chris responded, running a hand through his blonde hair. 

And you weren’t sure if it was the alcohol running through your veins, inhibiting you from making a sound decision, or if it was out of pure spite for the man comfortably relaxing across from you that you loathed so much, but you wanted to disagree with him so badly, that your mouth spoke before your brain caught up.

“I’m in, Mack.”

“Yes!” Mackie shouted, giving an air pump as the rest of the group groaned again. Chris shot you a glare and you just grinned, feeling on top of the world.

It wasn’t until after four exhausting rounds of “Never have I ever” and “charades” did Mackie finally feel at peace, and had dozed off on the couch. Tom and Scarlett had already retired for the night, which left you alone with two other snoozing boys - Chris and Seb. 

You glanced up at the clock - three a.m. - and gently wriggled out from under Seb, who was snoring softly against your hip.

“Jesus, you’re heavy.” You mumble, pulling yourself out from under him quickly, trying not to wake him. You surveyed the room; Mackie passed out with a beer in his hand; Chris’ arms folded across his chest, head resting on the back of the sofa; and Seb sprawled out on his stomach, arm hanging off the side. You smiled to yourself; even though one-third of the trio on the couch was a shitbag, the other two made your heart happy. Safe. Calm. You had finally found people who you would be friends with forever - Tom and Scar included - and that was irreplaceable. 

Not feeling tired, you grab a blanket off the floor and slipped on your UGGS, opening the door slowly so as for minimal creaks, and shut it softly behind you. The cold air licked all around your face and fingers, and you shivered as it engulfed you, wrapping the blanket tighter around your shoulders. It was beautiful outside, snow blanketed every crevice of the property you were staying at, and the mountain could be seen just in the distance. You walked to the side of the porch, which had a closed hot tub, and stepped up onto it, sitting down and leaning against a wooden beam, admiring the view. 

You weren’t sure how long you’d been there, and you might have stayed for much longer if a voice hadn’t made you jump.

“Oh! Sorry, I didn’t think anyone was out here.”

Chris. 

You peered back at him, resisting the urge to roll your eyes at his mere existence. He had a grey, fitted under armor sweatshirt on and black sweats, his hair ruffled from falling asleep on the couch. Dare you say it, he looked almost cute; with his hair no longer perfect and his voice all gritty and deep from just waking up.

“It’s fine.” You say, turning your head back to the view, clutching your blanket tighter to your frame. 

“Well, er, mind if I join ya?” You shrug in response, and Chris chuckled. “I’ll take that as a yes.” Before you could say anything, Chris climbed on top of the hot tub, sitting a few feet away from you, legs crossed, staring out at the snow. Neither of you spoke for several minutes, not wanting to break the unspoken peace that rested comfortably between you.

“It’s just so peaceful out here, you know? It’s like I could hear a mouse tip toeing through the snow.”

“That would be impossible.” Chris retorted, and you threw him a look. “But I get where you’re comin’ from.” He said quickly, not wanting to irritate you. 

“Why do you always have to undermine me?” You ask - although there’s no malice in your voice, just general curiosity. 

“Why do you always have to be a pain in the ass?” He asked back, locking eyes with you.

You paused, allowing your eyes to truly meet his for the first time in weeks. They were a beautiful blue; even in your hateful tirade you couldn’t deny that. Against his grey sweatshirt and the white of the snow, they seemed so much warmer than usual. Your hand twitched slightly in your lap, which you ignored. 

“It’s just my nature.” You respond quietly, not breaking his gaze. 

“Just tell me what you find so repulsive about me.” He says in a low voice, blinking slowly. Is it just you or was he getting closer? You swear you could smell his cologne even though he was still at least a good foot away from you. 

“Where do I start?” You joke, though Chris only smiles at you. A beautiful sight now that his face is adorned with that Infinity War beard that he loved to sport so much. You secretly preferred him with a beard, but he never needed to know that. 

You take his silence as permission to continue, “Well, let’s see, you’re arrogant, loud, rude, selfish, and cocky.” You tick on your fingers, exaggerating slightly.

“All of those words could be easily spun into something positive, you know.” He responds, leaning slightly towards you. “See what I hear is: confident, charismatic, and self-focused.”

“Oh look at that, cocky again.” You snort, rolling your eyes. Whatever trance you felt before between his beard and ice cold eyes snapped, and you felt your body relax again. Finally, back to normal. You broke eye contact with him and let your head rest on the post, looking out onto the snow. 

To your surprise, Chris just laughs again. “If you keep rolling your eyes at me like that, they’re gonna get stuck there.” 

You resisted the urge to roll them again, “It’d be a much better view than your face.” You didn’t really mean it, but the words slipped out before you could stop them. “Shit, that was meaner than I intended. I’m sorry.” You say quickly, glancing over at him. Chris’ demeanor has changed; his body is no longer relaxed, playful. He’s much more charged, and has a dark look in his eye. 

“You know, you never asked me what I find so repulsive about you.” He began, and your heart picked up its pace, a blush creeping up your neck as you waited for what felt like an eternity. “You’re a fucking bitch, Y/N.” He finally spat.

Your blood grew cold, and it had nothing to do with the temperature outside. Everything went still. It was as if time had stopped. You blinked a few times, processing the malice that dripped through his words. He had meant it. Chris never said anything he didn’t mean. Ever. 

“And you’re a fucking dick, Chris.” You responded, so softly that Chris almost had to strain to hear it. You stood, climbing down onto the porch and hurriedly making your way towards the door. 

“Shit.” Chris mumbled, scrambling to his feet, “Y/N, wait, I’m -“

“Don’t bother saying it, Chris.” You said loudly, spinning on your heels to face him. He was closer than you had anticipated - much closer - and you found your face inches from his. You sucked in a breath, scooting back to get away from him but your butt hit the side of the house. There was no where for you to go unless you could magically walk through walls like Vision.

Chris sighed, running his hand across his face before resting it against the wall of the cabin, just to the left of your head. You tried to make yourself as small as possible to distance yourself from him but it was to no avail. He was much bigger and stronger than you, and though you would have been able to maneuver yourself away if you wanted to, there was a part of you that wanted to see how this would play out. 

“I don’t think you’re a bitch.” He finally said, his face  hovering just above yours. 

“You literally just -“ 

“You’re infuriating. Insufferable. Loud. Obnoxious. A know-it-all-“

“Wow, Chris, I’m so flattered.” You interrupt him, placing your hand on his bicep to shove him off you. He instead brings his hand to your waist, shoving you gently against the wall, pinning you there. Though the blanket is still in between the both of you, you can feel the heat from Chris’ large hand burning through it, piercing your skin. 

“I wasn’t finished.” He growled, his eyes locking with yours once again- searching for something, anything that would give him a clue as to what was going on in that beautiful head of yours. “You’re also gorgeous. And smart. And kind, and incredibly thoughtful, with a sense of snarky humor that is obnoxiously charming.”

Your head was spinning, “Wait, what?�� You asked breathlessly, taken aback. Every scent of his was consuming you - soap, a hint of alcohol from the many beers consumed just hours ago, mint, and vanilla. He smelled... warm, almost. Comforting. Like fresh sheets. 

“You heard me.” He said, and he leaned in closer, his lips just inches from yours, his mouth parted slightly. You glanced from his eyes to his lips, something buzzing in you that was different than the annoyance you felt before - was it... attraction?

“Chris, I..” You trailed off, unable to find your words as you found yourself swimming in his deep blues. 

“Just be quiet for five seconds in your life.” He commanded softly. 

“That’s impossible, I-“ 

“Oh, for Christ’s sake.” Chris interrupted you by planting his mouth firmly on yours, closing the distance between you two. Your brain stopped for a moment - what the hell was happening? 

Your body felt differently, however, and without thinking, you found yourself kissing him back, your arm snaking its way behind his neck, gripping onto him for dear life. He pressed his body into yours, leaning against the cabin, ignoring the freezing cold and focusing on you as all the negative energy from the past eight months oozed out of both of you. All the name calling, eye rolling, and insults finally exploding as you allowed him to kiss you like his life depended on it- causing your blood to buzz and abdomen to grow warm. 

He slipped his left hand beneath the blanket you still had around your shoulders, moving it to the side to grip your hip tightly. You moaned softly against his mouth, deepening the kiss and allowing your lips to part slightly to make room for his tongue. He tasted surprisingly sweet; his smell mixing with the cold outdoors and sending a shiver down your spine.

Chris felt it and broke the kiss, “Are you cold?” He asked huskily, catching his breath.

You blushed slightly, “I don’t think it has anything to do with the temperature.” You whisper, causing him to grin. He doesn’t say anything as he gently tugs your head to the right with his hand, granting him access to your neck. He begins sucking and kissing, leaving light hickeys as he works his way from your jaw to your collarbone, his erection growing with every moan coming from your lips. 

His hands were making quick work of your breasts, squeezing and tugging at them with both hands as his tongue drew circles on your shoulders. His beard tickled your skin, causing you to arch your back in response, resisting the urge to buck your pelvis against his and cause friction. As if reading your mind, Chris’s right hand traveled from your breast down to your pajama bottoms, which were held up so neatly with a bow. He pauses, fingers on the string, ready to pull - silently asking for permission.

“Just do it already.” You groan, actually bucking your hips this time. Chris wasted no time at all pulling the string and loosening your bottoms. Careful not to let them fall all the way, he slides his hand in between the fabric of your pajama pants and your panties, moaning as his fingers slid along your entrance.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.” He growled in your ear, pressing against your clit gently. You whimpered in response, pushing against his hand - needing him more than you thought possible. After a few long, torturous few seconds, Chris shoved your panties down, causing you to gasp first at the cold air, and then again when his middle finger brushed against your clit softly.

“Chris, fuck.” You moan, allowing your head to fall onto his shoulder, eyes closed tight. His left arm supported you, and you could feel his muscles tightening just slightly underneath your weight.

Shit that was hot. 

You tugged at the elastic of his sweats, attempting to shove them down. If you were going to have Chris Evans, then you would have the whole experience - cold weather be damned. Chris pulled his lips away from the soft flesh above your breast, where he was nipping and placing gentle kisses. 

“I don’t have a condom.” He breathed, two fingers now rubbing against your clit slowly, causing it to throb inside you. You squirmed again, leaning into him.

“Don’t care,” You mumble, “I’m on the pill.”

That was all the green light he needed. Chris pulled down his boxers and sweats, just enough so his cock was free from its confines. His mouth found your breast again, shoving your tank and bra down and out of his way, exposing your breast to the elements. A small shiver again; but this time from  the way his teeth were tugging at your nipple; cold from the weather but hardening from his warm mouth.

You let out another soft moan as Chris swiped his thumb one last time against your clit, before aligning himself and entering you completely with his girth, sliding in smoothly. You gasped at the feeling, your body adjusting to his length as his right arm hooked below your left leg, lifting it up for better access into you. 

Your hands clutched at his sweatshirt, forming into fists as Chris repeatedly slammed into you with his hips, wasting no time at all in developing a fast rhythm as you moaned into his shoulder. He rolled his tongue in circles on your shoulder, his hand cupping your breast, causing you to lift your hips into him, trying to get him deeper inside you. He groaned your name, losing himself in the feeling of being in you. 

“Fuck... Chris...” you moan, feeling the familiar tightness in your stomach as you inched closer to that wonderful feeling of ecstasy Chris was making you crave so bad. 

“Come on, babe,” he encouraged, his voice just barely above a whisper, gripping your leg tighter as he thrust into you harder. “Let go.”

His words, combined with your nipple pinched between his two fingers, were enough to send you toppling over the edge as you felt your orgasm rip through your body; a tingling sensation felt all the way through your toes. You buried your face into his neck in an attempt to muffle your screams, bringing Chris to his climax as he thrust once more, cursing as he finally released himself into you blissfully. 

Panting, you both stayed there for a minute, your head in his neck, him buried deep inside you, riding out the remaining highs you were both feeling. Once your breathing had steadied, Chris slowly pulled himself out of you, pulling up his sweats and helping you hoist your pajama bottoms and panties. He rested his hands on your waist once you were situated, admiring your flush cheeks and bruises across your neck and breast. He pulled the blanket back over you, enveloping you in both it’s warmth and his, aware of the goosebumps on your arms. 

Grinning, he finally broke the silence. “I guess Sebastian was right, huh?”

Fin.

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Hello! I hope you're having a wonderful day! I wanted to ask you if you could recommend some super fluffy fics. BTW I really appreciate you! Thank you so much!

SOMETIMES WE ALL JUST NEED SOME FLUFF, so I’m going to try to make this list extra lovely (and long!) ^-^ 💜💜💜

Fluffy Drarry Recs

Talk to Me by Saras_Girl (15.5K)- When the usual channels of communication are shut down, the most surprising people can find a way in. A strange little love story.Harry is cursed temporarily blind and deaf while alone outside, and is helped by a gentle stranger (*cough* Draco). SO SWEET. Part of her fluffy!verse (collection of one-shots), and anyone after fluff should really read them all

Yours Until Midnight by drarryisgreen (4.5K)- Harry sits at a cafe owned by Draco day after day and wonders why Draco likes to bother him. / Lots of rain, lots of tea(s), lots of fluff.Some fics you just adore for no reason you can articulate, and this is one of those for me. Harry is a (secret) fiction writer under the alias January James, and he writes all his stories in Draco’s cafe, while drinking Draco’s tea and pining without even realizing what he wants. Heart-clenchingly sweet!

Then Comes A Mist and A Weeping Rain by faithwood (21K)- It always rains for Draco Malfoy. Metaphorically. And literally. Ever since he had accidentally Conjured a cloud. A cloud that’s ever so cross.This fic has the most kudos of any Drarry fic on AO3, so everyone and their grandmother has probably read it, but READ IT AGAIN because there is a cloud that follows Draco around raining on the poor boy EXCEPT WHEN HARRY’S BEING NICE TO HIM

Luckiest Fucking Size Queen Alive by @l0vegl0wsinthedark​ (6K)- Potter escorts me home, presses me into my front door and kisses me with a ferocity that’s exhilarating. And then Potter asks me, in a growl that makes my cock throw a wet tantrum in my pants, how many more dates I would deem mandatory before I let him fuck me. I drag Potter to bed.This fic is fucking hilarious. Quite possibly my favorite humor/fluff/smut combination ever. They both work at the Ministry, and Draco is lured to Potter by the rumors of his amazing cock and they’re so cute and it’s just pure brilliance.

Good to me (And I’d Be So Good to You) by AWickedMemory (9K)- Everyone returns to Hogwarts after the war, but nothing is quite the same. Harry’s groupies are creepier than ever, Ron and Hermione are snogging all over the place, and the once-proud Draco is shuffling around like a kicked puppy. But that’s okay: Harry’s got a plan.Harry implements Operation Make Friends With Draco Malfoy, and Draco is very confused. Also featuring “Harry’s Draco Lucius Abraxas Malfoy Repository of Information Collected Whilst Stalking (DLAMRoICWS)” hehehe

The Wolf Pack by dracogotgame (13.5K)- Nobody said achieving your animagus form was easy. Draco could handle being a wolf pup for a while, right? How bad could it be?Oh my GOD Draco’s animagus form is a wolf PUPPY and he meets another wolf in the forest and bothers him all the time and then he adopts this wolf as his protector. And the wolf is annoyed but reluctantly amused and endeared and I WONDER WHO THAT WOLF IS HM WHO COULD IT BE????

Mingling, Mistletoe & Misdeeds by @jadepresley​ (10K)- Three couples in denial. One Christmas party to make them finally see sense. Christmas fluff!This fic is adorable! It also features Ron x Pansy and Hermione x Theo, and I fell in love with those other two pairings in this fic as much as Drarry! Christmassy and LOVELY. And Draco planned the party, so you know it’s a good one ;)

Candy by @bixgirl1​ (5.5K)- It was only after careful consideration that Draco came to the wildly preposterous conclusion that he and Potter were actually friends. Sweet fic. May cause cavities.Harry wants to be friends with Draco, but Draco refuses. And keeps refusing. Until somehow they’re suddenly friends, and then they’re more then friends, and Draco has no idea how any of it happened! Oblivious!Draco is my favorite Draco and yes I think I may have indeed gotten a cavity from how sweet this fic was ;)

To Love a Loathed (Arch) Enemy by Sophie_French (11.5K)- “For the last time, Malfoy, I have absolutely no hidden agenda giving you your wand back.”Harry brings Draco his wand back after the war and the rest is history.After Harry returns Draco’s wand, they start sending (FLIRTY OMG) owls back and forth, and then Draco helps Harry with the Hogwarts Restoration and it’s all just adorable :)

Harry Potter and the Incredibly Organized Personal Assistant by megyal (2.5K)- Harry Potter’s new assistant is snarkily organized.Not gonna lie, I have a huge thing for Draco being Harry’s Personal Assistant and basically just running his life. This short little fic is so lovely and funny!

Get Me From My Good Side by @julietsemophase​ (5.5K)- The only reason Harry agrees to these Ministry publicity articles is he knows he’s in safe hands with Draco Malfoy as his stylist. But then a shoot doesn’t quite go to plan and Harry worries his secret is out.Personal stylist is another job I just LOVE for Draco. This fic is perfect perfect perfect because Draco is the only one Harry trusts to style him. And of course that’s not because he’s secretly in love with him, what are you talking about?!

To Bag A Hero by moonshoespotterr (7.5K)- When Draco realises that insults are getting him nowhere, he decides to take a new approach to bagging the Boy Who Lived.Draco starts being nice to Harry and gives him his scarf and YEP this is pure fluff

Tug-O-Want by dysonrules (16.5K)- Harry is back at Hogwarts minding his own business when he finds himself magically drawn to Draco Malfoy. Over and over again.Aaaah amazingness! Accidental bonding! Being repeatedly drawn to each other from opposite sides of the castle! Neither of their faults but they blame each other anyway! Giving in to their desires more and more each time! Y E S

One More Cup of Coffee by Lonov (10.5K)- Harry thought the best part about being a Healer would be saving lives every day without the constant fear of being murdered by a megalomaniac, but when Draco Malfoy walked into the room, he realized he hadn’t escaped so easily.Both are healers, Harry is miffed that Draco has a more senior position than he does, Draco brings Harry coffee every day, and I could choke on the sweetness

Check Me Out by lumosed_quill (3K)- Draco works as a librarian. Harry visits often and attempts (possibly) to flirt with Draco through his choice of books. Draco is not getting it. At all.YES this fic is exactly as adorable as the summary makes it sound :D

Storm in a Teacup by faithwood (8K)- For reasons he’d rather not think about, Draco is obsessed with Potter’s hair. This cannot end well.FLUFF FLUFF HARRY’S HAIR IS FLUFFY LIKE THIS FIC. They study together in a hidden alcove

Hey, Potter by SunseticMonster (16K)- Harry returns to Hogwarts for his 8th year, determined not to let Malfoy get to him. But when the snarky teasing starts up again, Harry finds that returning the jibes with compliments has a far more interesting outcome.GAH Harry starts complimenting Draco whenever Draco insults him and Draco gets all flustered and baffled and it’s adorable as FUCK.

9 times Harry kissed Draco, and the 1 time Draco kissed Harry by LockWhoSuper (4.5K)- ‘Harry grinned, Draco fell into his trap perfectly. Surging forwards, Harry wrapped his fingers around Draco’s tie and pulled him forwards until their lips met over their cauldron. The pressure lasted for three seconds, Harry’s eyes shut and Draco’s wide in surprise. When Harry let Draco go, he slid back into his seat slowly, eyes still wide, tie crooked and a blush painting his cheeks.’Every time Draco swears, Harry kisses him. That’ll make him stop. Yep. Perfect plan. Nothing at all to do with Harry wanting to kiss Draco. Nothing whatsoever.

What Potter Wants by birdsofshore (3.5K)- Harry definitely didn’t want to do that to Malfoy. Not at all. So why did Malfoy keep saying that he did?This fic is hilarious and perfect and I think about it all the time because the idea is just that brilliant. Draco insists over and over that Potter is dying to suck his cock. Harry denies it and denies it, but….for someone who doesn’t want to suck Malfoy’s cock, he sure is protesting a lot. Fluffy Smutty Humor ;)

All You Want for Christmas is Me by chibaken (7.5K)- Harry Potter is rich enough to buy himself anything he wants, and so famous that he receives daily gifts from his fans. Whatever is a Secret Santa to do? Draco doesn’t know yet, but he’s going to figure it out.YEAH I’M RECCING MYSELF SUE ME (please don’t). Christmas party games, Draco in denial, presents, and pooooooorn with a ribbon