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i-fondued · 2 years ago

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Kinktober 2022 | Ghost | Gentle Touches

A stolen soft moment with Cardinal Copia turns anything but gentle in the end

Pairing: Cardinal Copia x Reader/Sister of Sin

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Sex (duh), Swearing (but now in Italian!), some fluff, all 3 papas show up at one point LOL

A/N: This one is full of fluffy moments but also smut so yay lol. This is also going to be posted to AO3 in a little bit, in case you’d rather read it over there.

Also I love how much other people are loving these little PWPs, it means a lot to me that people are commenting and sharing. Makes the staying up late (11pm is late okay?? I am old now, with a full time job and kids T^T) so worth it!!

Here is the AO3 link for those who prefer to read on AO3!

“Sister, the Cardinal is asking for you.”

I looked up from the large dusty tome I had been skimming, looking for a particular ritual Primo had asked me about the day prior, he said it was to help with the vegetables in the greenhouse. A younger sister smiled at me, leaning around the bookcase to my table.

“Yes, of course, thank you.” I reached for my habit, tucking my hair away again. “Did he mention what he needed me for?”

“I’m sorry, no. He just said to have you see him in his office.” She shrugged before slipping away, no doubt leaving the warm library that I called home.

Packing up a few folders of translations and sections of sermons Cardinal Copia had asked me to look at after our last meeting, I pushed my work into the nearby filing cabinet and locked it behind me. Humming to myself I wandered from the library, down various hallways before ending up in the administrative office wing. His personal office door, large and ornately carved, was closed. I knocked twice before I heard him speak.

“Venire, er, come in!”

Cardinal Copia’s office was once a rather good sized space however since he had taken over the office became more cramped. The entire wall to the left was bookshelves filled from floor to ceiling, all his personal collection. In the center of the wall on the right was a large fireplace, a small fire crackling happily in the October chill, on either side of the fireplace were more bookshelves.

He had two armchairs seated in front of the fireplace with a small side table between them. On the table was a small tray with a decanter of his favorite whiskey and two glasses, ready for whenever he was hosting a guest. His desk was in the center of the room, a large dark wood that was carved much like the door into the office. The surface was practically covered in books, papers, scrolls, and many other knickknacks from his travels. Across from the desk was a pair of chairs, both with plush and welcoming cushions.

Today Copia was dressed in his black cassock, his biretta sitting on top of a stack of books on his desk. His gloves were also off, which was rare in a public setting like this, and were laid on top of his hat. My eyes drifted to the papers he was writing and I saw his hands were slightly ink stained, as he preferred to use a calligraphy pen rather than a normal one.

“Afternoon, Cardinal.” I smiled, sitting as he gestured to the seats in front of his desk. “The junior sister let me know that you had been asking for me. Is there something I can help you with? I brought the papers we had been working on…”

Copia didn’t speak right away, instead he stood and walked over to peek out of the door into the hallway. He closed the door softly, the lock clicking while my heart rate jumped up. Ah, that’s why he had been asking for me. I felt him hesitantly place his hand on the back of the chair. His fingers just barely brushing against my shoulder, a small shiver ran down my spine as I turned to look back at his mismatched gaze. There was so much longing in his eyes sometimes it took my breath away.

“I-I just wanted to see you…” He mumbled, a slight pink blush spreading on his face. His fingers slipped under my habit and I felt his fingers toy with one of my curls. A smile broke out on my face, leaning into his touch as his other hand came to settle on my shoulder, massaging the muscles gently.

“I missed you too, Copia.” My hand came up to rest on his as I turned to smile at him. His cheeks flushed when I spoke his name, we both were used to referring to each other by title. I knew he loved it when I called him his name when it was just us.

His hand slipped from under my habit, pulling it off my head and tossing it onto his desk. I felt his hand come to cup my cheek as he came to stand in front of me, slightly leaning against his desk. I leaned into his touch, heart beating steadily in my chest as a warm feeling spread through my whole body. He took the papers from my lap and tossed them on the desk before leaning down and kissing me softly. My heart soared, beating wildly in my chest, as I felt his fingers brush softly against the skin of my cheek. He pulled away and I felt like I was floating slightly, my eyes fluttering slightly as the cardinal’s gaze locked with mine.

“Cosi Bella…” He murmured before pulling me up into his arms, I squealed slightly before our lips met again. His hands were on my waist as he turned us, pinning me to the desk with his hips.

My arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to me, as our kisses became more frantic. His tongue brushed against my own as he nibbled at my bottom lip. I moaned quietly, fingers curling into his hair as his tongue coaxed mine into his own mouth. He teased mine, sucking slightly on it and I felt my knees wobble like I was a virginal sister all over again. His hands left my hips to bracket my body as he leaned against me, fingers gripping the wood tightly.

“Cardinal…” I groaned quietly, my head falling to the side and offering my neck to him as I caught my breath. He rolled his hips into mine and I could feel how hard he was already. He kissed my sensitive neck softly, skillfully nipping and sucking on the exact spots that made my body thrum. “We shouldn’t…”

“I’ve missed you…” He echoed himself into my skin, lips brushing against the shell of my ear, the rumble of his voice causing a shudder to run through my body.

“What if someone hears…” I couldn’t even finish what I was saying, a gasp slipping from my lips as his fingers curled around the hem of my robes. His bare hands were a rare treat against my thighs as he slipped a hand between us.

“They will not say anything.” Copia murmured, his knee pressing between my legs and pushing them apart. “The Papas are in a meeting with Seestor, they will be occupied for quite some time.”

His hand slipped to brush against the damp spot on my underwear, and I bit my lip to stop the moan from spilling out. My head fell forward, burying his neck. I closed my eyes, taking a deep steadying breath and tried to bookmark his scent for later. It was of old parchment, leather, and his very traditional Italian aftershave. I pressed light kisses to the little exposed skin of his neck before I got frustrated and leaned back to start unbuttoning his cassock. He paused and undid the buttons, his fingers skilled and faster than mine.

Once they were undone to his waist, he slipped his arms from the sleeves, letting the robes pool at his waist. He only wore a white under tank top, along with a pair of suspenders, as he frequently told me the heavy wool would make him overheat even in the dead of winter. I smiled warmly at him as I slid back onto the desk, hiking up my skirts and letting him step between my legs. My hands pressed against his chest and I could feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat under my hand, my own heart thrumming away. His mismatched eyes locked on mine and we both blushed, a small giggle slipping from my lips.

Copia leaned forward, pressing his forehead against mine, before kissing me softly again. My hands traveled from his chest to brush against his arms, feeling the soft hair as they traveled down his forearms. I tangled his fingers with mine before pulling him against me, he leaned forward and I had to lean back against his stack of books and papers slightly.

“Cardinal, your things…” I sighed dreamily, turning to look at what I was crushing with my weight.

His answer was to reach around and push everything to the floor, the splash of papers sliding everywhere making me roll my eyes at him. Most of which was the papers he requested of me, now mixed with his sermons.

“I-I pick it up after…” He mumbled shyly, rubbing at my arms. “It is okay, Sister.”

I started to open my mouth to fire a sassy retort but it came out as a strangled sound as I felt his fingers brush against my core. He smirked, a rare sight from the shy man in front of me, and I could feel the blood rush to my cheeks before heading right to my belly. I felt him grind against my thigh as he lazily let his fingers slip up and down my soaked core. He pushed my underwear down, helping me lift my hips to slide down my legs. I watched as he tucked them into his back pocket and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes.

“Mia Cara…you’re so ready for me…”

“Copia…” I whined, head thrown back as he teased my entrance with his fingers, barely brushing against my clit. I had to bite my lip from the moan that was fighting its way out.

I heard the sound of fabric landing on the floor, his cassock discarded from his waist. I reached out, pushing the suspenders from his shoulders, and placing feather-like kisses on his skin. He practically purred under my hands and I couldn’t help but smile at him. We were kissing again, his tongue tangled in mine as I groaned rolling my hips to try and get any more friction from his fingers.

“Ah, ah…” Copia tutted, a smirk on his face again, his lips brushing against mine as he spoke. “I’m not sure that you have earned more from me Bella…”

“P-please Copia…” I whimpered, his fingers barely brushed my clit and my hips bucked forward, grinding against nothing as he pulled his fingers away.

“In italiano, Sorella…”

“F-fottimi per favore.” I begged, not even bothering to try and be alluring as my hands slid between us and I cupped his cock through his trousers. I looked up at him, trying to do my best to convey fuck me eyes. “S-sono stata una b-brave sorella, si?”

A hissed line of jumbled Italian left his lips before he crashed them into my own, hungry and blistering as he devoured me. I felt his cock jump under my steady attention before I started to undo the button and zipper. Copia, suddenly more impatient than me, tore at his trousers. He tugged at my hips, pulling me to the edge of the desk, before he rubbed the head of his cock against me. I moaned, rolling my hips forward as the heat of lust pooled in my belly. Slowly he pushed forward, stretching the walls of my cunt as he slid into me.

I groaned as I laid back as my arms wouldn’t hold me up anymore, the back of my head hitting the wood gracelessly. My leg came up to curl around Copia’s waist as he eagerly slid deep inside me. I felt him begin to move slowly at first, knowing he was giving me a moment to adjust to the feeling of him inside me, before his right hand came up to grip my shoulder before he began to move in more earnest, deep thrusts.

“Fuck, Copia…” I hissed, my right hand coming to curl around his bicep and digging little half-moon nail marks into his skin. He slammed into me, a steady but fast pace was set. “Don’t stop.”

His left hand pulled at the neckline of my robes, gaining access to my breasts. He rolled one nipple between his fingers and I arched up into his touch. He leaned down, still managing to keep the pace he set as he continued to chase his pleasure in my body, and slipped the other nipple in his mouth. My left hand slid into his hair, scratching at his scalp as he teased the little bud with his tongue and teeth. I forcefully pulled him over to me, my kiss frantic as I rolled my hips to meet his thrusts.

The erotic, heady sounds of our bodies coming together was all I could hear. Copia’s breath was quickening and I could feel the heat in my belly building. I let my hand slip between our bodies and I quickly brought myself to the edge with my finger, moaning his name in the quiet of his office.

“Copia…I’m so close.”

“Vieni per me, Sorella.” He grunted in response, both hands now on my shoulders as he pounded into me, his steady rhythm occasionally broken by his own quivering body. He was close too, a heat pooled in my belly and I felt my head fall back again.

Another swirl of his hip and I felt the wall of pleasure that had built in my belly come crashing down, my orgasm so strong my back arched off of the desk at a sharp angle. I moaned loudly at first before Copia’s lips crashed to mine, devouring the sound as best he could. My legs curled around his hips, pulling him to snap into my sharply as I rode out my pleasure. Another few static thrusts and he grunted into our kiss, I could feel his cock twitch as he came inside me. He gave me a few more weak thrusts before he all but collapsed on top of me, his arms resting on either side of my head. I lazily rubbed at his back as we stayed connected for what felt like hours, his head resting against my chest and listening to the rhythm of my heart return to normal. Blissfully I smiled, kissing the top of his head as his hands caressed my sides affectionately.

“Copia?”

“Si?”

“I…”

The doorknob to his office jiggled as someone attempted to come in. He and I paused, gazes locked in equal looks of matched terror.

“Cardinale?” My heart was about to come out of my throat, that voice belonged to Papa Emeretus III. “Cardinale ci sei tu?”

We looked at each other frantically, both trying to quietly convey something to the other. I begged him to understand that we should stay silent, pretend nobody was in the room. He seemed to agree, relief washing over me. That was before he opened his mouth.

“Si, Papa, dammi un momento.”

I was going to kill him.

Copia stepped away from me, his now very flaccid cock slipping from me as he scrambled to pull on his cassock. His practiced fingers fixing up all the buttons, before he stepped towards the doors. I scrambled off the desk, slipping to hide on the other side of his desk. I peaked out from the side as Copia unlocked and opened the door just a crack. Terzo was standing there with a bright smile on his face, he couldn’t see me yet but once his eyes adjusted to the darkness I knew he would be able to see me.

“Yes Papa?” Copia spoke, eyes not quite meeting Papa’s face. “Is there something you need?”

“No, no Cardinale. I thought I heard something and I wanted to make sure you were okay.” Terzo laughed, rubbing at the back of his neck as he look in Copia’s face. “Did you doze off, Copia? Your paints…they seem quite messy.”

In that moment, Terzo’s eyes locked with mine and he gave a knowing smile. Oh my god I was going to die, or throw up, or both. I darted back behind the desk and I heard the quiet chuckle of our current Papa.

“O-oh, yes Papa…” I heard the shock in Copia’s voice and I knew he was red as a tomato. “I-I’ve been working on your sermons all afternoon. I think I may have uh, dozed off. Si.”

“No worry, Cardinale. You rest, by the look of your office you have earned it Signore.” Papa laughed before bidding Copia a good afternoon. “I see you at supper, yes?”

“Y-yes, Papa.”

I didn’t move again till I heard the door close, peaking around the desk to see Copia leaning against the door with his hand on his chest. His eyes closed and his face a deep blotchy red. I stood on shaky legs, walking over to grab my habit and pulling it on before walking over to the cardinal. I gently pressed my hand to his cheek, smiling softly despite myself.

“He saw me, you know.”

“Si.” His face looking down, he wouldn’t meet my eyes.

“Terzo is a good Papa, he won’t say anything.” I soothed him as best I could, placing a hand on his chest before he pulled me into a fierce hug. “Copia..?”

“Ti amo, Sorella….”

“I love you too, Cardinal.”

His lips crashed into mine, pulling the habit off my head as he walked me backwards toward the mess on the desk.

…

When I finally left Cardinal Copia’s office hours later, dinner only an hour away, I was covered in love bites wherever my robes covered. A happy and sated look on my face as I turned away from his doors, however it evaporated when I saw the three people sitting at the bench at the end of the call smirking at me.

Papa Emeritus I, Primo.

Papa Emeritus II, Secondo.

Papa Emeritus III, Terzo.

“P-Papas!” I blurted, bowing my head for a movement before a blush spread across my face. “G-good evening?”

“By the sounds of it a very good evening indeed, Sorella…” Terzo laughed before handing a crisp hundred dollar bill to Primo who looked both impressed and envious at the same time. “We’ll see our povero cardinale for dinner, si?”

“Y-yes your dark eminence!”

“Fantastico, see you then Sister.” Terzo waved me off cheerfully, I scampered away before I could simply die from embarrassment of being caught. I heard the sound of a smack on the head.

“Cazzo, Secondo. What was that for?” Terzo said.

“Leave the young Sorella alone,” Secondo grumbled. “Cardinale needs his own fun from time to time.”

“Apparently more than from time to time, Secondo…” Primo laughed. “Santana sii buono, Cardinale…four times…”

I practically ran from the Papas, holding in my own laughter and mortification.

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yellowflowerbub · 2 years ago

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hi i hope your having a good day/night! im gonna write this request anon because i’m nervous haha! i’m over the age of 18 and i would like a sakuna x thick!reader smut. i am pretty thick myself and i would love to read like a hard dom sakuna with a thick reader. i think it would come out pretty nice 💕💕! stay hydrated and have a good one!

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Day 21: Worship - Sexual Arousal From Worshipping or Being Worshipped

꒷︶ ̇ ̟ ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ︶꒷

summary. after hundreds of long grueling years without the king of curses, sakuna, to guide you, you begin to feel lost until you turn an alleyway in hopes of finding another victim and instead encounter the man you’ve looked up to ever since he was exorcized

wordcount. 2.8k+

pairing(s). sakuna x thick!curse!reader

warning(s). worship, pwp, mentions of flesh, mean dom Sakuna, manipulation, abuse of power, rough sex, foreplay, sadism, little bit of spit, semi exhibitionism, monster cock, size kink, spanking, masochism, cum

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Sakuna was a ruthless monster and procrustean leader. He controlled all of evil and whatever was left of good. Curses and sorcerers bowed before his feet in fear and those that rebelled were killed before they could even oppose him.

But he was dead.

Once ruler of both the mortal and spirited worlds before he was stripped of his power. His sudden death allowed sorcerers to regain control of humanity- to remake society and mold it into what they desired. Humans became so safe they began to forget about the ruler that once held tenacious power over their ancestors' lives. By no means did the removal of the King of Curses stop evil beings from instilling terror however without a clear leader, evil had been kept at bay, minimized to a point where those who had no cursed energy at all could roam the night’s dark streets only fearing other people.

This night in particular had a bizarre feel. The cold air felt cooler and thicker- becoming increasingly onerous to take in. Usually the streets were full with people trudging through the close to congested sidewalks and car packed streets while you figured out which one you'd pluck from the crowd, today however, had little to no one out in the public. The only sounds of life were the distant dittys of crickets that rose a scowl onto your face. The street lights flickered and the stop lights interchange from green to red while you absentmindedly tramp through the sidewalk, the heels of your shoes clicking on the concrete beneath them.

Though you knew you could defend yourself if needed, the thought that something else stronger, some burly entity with immeasurable power had already taken its pickings with the cities people made you shiver. The scene of the quiet and eerily peaceful streets would've given you goosebumps if you were human.

Suddenly, the smell of flesh floods your senses. A stench so strong you felt like you could physically reach out and touch it. You look around, searching for anything adjacent to where you stood that could produce an effluvium so profound but your eyes caught nothing of interest. Your nose, however, sniffed into the air a few times before leading your body to the output which happened to be an alleyway that you'd never noticed on your nightly walks.

Immediately the atopherical pressure seemed to cage around your chest- oxygen becoming harder and harder to intake. That unmistakable power, that familiar presence, the bone shuddering cursed energy; you knew without a doubt in your mind the King of Curses was with you. Just the thought of him being near you back when you were classified as a Grade 2 curse made you hot and bothered, but now that you’re so close, so nigh that you can feel his power surging through the air, your knees had a hard time supporting the rest of your body.

You squint, barely being able to make out his figure through the fog but of what you could see he lost a good portion of what made him the King of Curses. No extra limbs or inhumane height and all his additional mouths including the one that formerly draped across his defined stomach were gone. If not for the tattoo’s covering every other part of his face and torso you would have mistaken him for a special grade sorcerer.

You wanted to shout out to him. You wished to utter even a few words to gain his attention. To ramble about how much you’ve been praying to every deity under the sun that he would come back to return the world to its miserable glory with you by his side. Even if he only used you for your thriving power- you only wished to work under his ruling for as long as he desired, but before you could fix your mouth to speak he calls out to, voice rumbling and resounding off the allway’s dirty brick walls.

“Did you miss me?” You did. You really did.

“Yes!” You shout into the fog, “I’ve always missed you! I never stopped!”

He hums, likely studying your eagerness to speak with him. The fog leisurely clears as he begins to step toward you, a daunting saunter that makes your heart squeeze within your chest. With him so close you could see his messy pink hair falling onto his sweat ridden forehead and a wide smirk that spread across his face, stretching from ear to ear.

"Look at you, pretty little thing," He coos, "I've been seeing you- watching you desperately try to please me. You've been so good at keeping this city entertained."

His immense height and stature felt only amplified when you considered his notoriety.

The sleepless nights that you spent idolizing Sakuna to a point of exhaustion; running strange fan clubs and cultist devotee meet-ups consumed more of your time than actually reeking havoc onto the streets of Tokyo. Watching theorists speak extensively about the horror of the curse while you filthily masturbate to the sketches of him that appeared on screen. You treated and worshiped him as one would do a celebrity, so much so that now, as he stood in front of you, you could hardly move a muscle.

He brings his hand to clutch your chin and pry your attention onto him, "Do you think you could do something for me? Just a small favor."

You quickly nod, naively agreeing to his unclear ask of you. Even if you were aware that he was just using you, you’d still gladly give up your body to him if he asked. The fact that he came to you of all curses for his problems was what you focused on rather than the big hands that ripped all of the clothing off your skin.

The quick changes in his vague suggestive words gave you whiplash. While you were experienced enough, this profuse dominance he yielded flustered you, bringing about a sense of insignificance to the flood of emotion you already held. His lofty stature made you feel tiny, almost completely trivial in comparison to him. Reasonably so. You were never the most intimidating curse in the special grade registry but you could still hold your own well enough that it caught the King of Curse’s attention.

He lowly growls under his breath, "It's been too fucking long since I've gotten to shove my cock in an eager whore like you."

Grabbing you by your waist he hosts you up onto the allway’s wall, your bare back now directly touching the freezing brick. You huff at the chill. Using one hand to pin you, his other is busy freeing his cock from its garments, rubbing at what he could touch on it. His impatience seeps through him allowing you to pick up on how restless he truly is, pent up beyond belief. You wait with bated breath for his crotch to make any form of contact with yours, your eyes already half lidded as you ogle his weeping tip that oozed with pre down his length.

His cock was so large, monstrous even. Well over average in both his girth and length to a point of absurdity. The base of it seemingly wider than the rest, bulging veins following along its sides then halting at his tip that shined with pre. As he stroked over it you noticed the upward curve of his erection and how hard it had already become.

“I'm gonna use you for my pleasure. You owe that to me for creating a world where you can run rampant when you want,” He seethes through his teeth, bright red eyes still concentrated on his satasfaction, "Fuck. Ready yourself, get it nice and wet for me."

You bring two shaky fingers into the depths of your mouth and have your tongue swirl around them, soaking your digits with your saliva before you run them down your body and around the rim of your hole. They hover there for a minute, completely saturating it. He groans, intently watching you as you tease yourself directly before him.

"Watch me," You say, still touching yourself, "I'll do good for you. Promise."

"I'd only expect the best from you. Nothing. Less."

He smiles- it's sinister but it still brings you some sense of reassurance that you were doing something right. He grips his cock in his hand while one of his strong arms keeps you pinned where you were, not like you’d try to leave at this point anyway- your mind too far gone in the depths of lust admiration. He slowly strokes it at the base, purposefully avoiding his flushed tip as his mouth spewed humiliatingly truancy words at you.

He leans further into your body, chest to chest with his head rested on your shoulder. He nips at the shell of your ear, breathily sucking and biting at what skin he could reach. You can feel heat radiating off of his dick as it rubs against the back of your working hand. His pre cum stains the innards of your quivering thighs and the saliva once coating your finger dripped to the ground creating a pool of your mixed arousal on the concrete beneath you.

You moan as the tip of his cock kisses your hole repeatedly, teasing and torturing your core, “Sakuna… put it in. I’m ready for you, use me please~,”

He chuckles within the warmth of your neck then bites it, eliciting a whine from your mouth. An abrupt stretch draws your attention to his groin as he steadily eases into you, savoring every bit of delectation that came with it. The lewd noises you let spill from your mouth clouded his mind, nearly causing his facade to slip- instead, he allows for his pleasure to leak from him as low whispered profanities.

“You’re so fucking tight.” The unrelenting pace in which he entered you felt like it was splitting you in half, like he single handedly spitroasted you while you babbled on about how good he was.

The raucous sounds of his hips meeting the fat of your ass reverberates in your ears and the empty alleyway- the feeling of the ripple of your skin clashing against his open hands makes you tighten and his hands clench harder around your bottom. An abundance of coarse groans and noisy moans mixed with the lewd squelching of your sexes as he pounded into you.

Sakunas baritone voice teased in your ear, "You're enjoying this! You like how big my cock is inside you, huh? Your cute little cunt can barely fit it all. Fuck,"

"Disappointing. I thought you could do better." Your mind was in such a haze, whatever vulnerability you possessed at the forefront of your mind that you couldn't fully comprehend that he was baiting you- simply riling you up in order to manipulate you further. Practically falling right into the palm of his hand for him to orchestrate your thoughts.

"Sorry!" You manage to shout, "Please let me do it! Let me be of service to you!"

He removes his cock from you, a bit of slick connecting the two of you before it breaks. You stumble on your feet, a bit worn out, before you reposition your ass to face his awaiting dick and your chest to barely brush against the cold brick wall. Your legs shake beneath you as your hands push you from the wall and further back onto Sakuna's girth, ripping a moan from your throat. He remains silent as he watches you back into him while you attempt to retain a steady-ish rhythm. His large hands run down your back and drift over your arched spine to massage at the flesh on your sides, bulky fingers digging into the skin to slowly guide you before traveling back up your back to repeat the actions. He groans a bit, little whines lacing it when you wiggle your hips enough to make his cock twitch.

You yelp as a sudden sting comes down on your rear. You pause in movement, a bit confused but once another harsh slap hits you again you realize Sakuna was spanking you.

“Who told you to stop?” The commanding tone of his voice exudes with dominance- without him even directly demanding something of you, you feel obligated to oblige to his words. To completely give in to him and submit everything he asked of you.

You apologize and quickly return to moving yourself along his dick. His palm hits you again, this time it feels plenty harder as your ass begins to sore. You keep your eyes focused on the wall and your mind on the tingling sensations on your skin. It oddly felt good. “You’re such a slut, you’re actually fucking enjoying this. You like this sting on your ass?”

You earnestly nod. A strange pang goes off inside your abdomen, a coil like sensation that only grew when you speed your hips. The coil tightens further with every strike Sakuna bestows upon you and your ass lifts to chase it.

“Shit- so tight, ya gonna cum? M’ makin’ you feel that good, huh?” Each of his teasing sentences were rhetorical. You weren’t going to answer anymore, too far gone- lost in complete and utter bliss and Sakuna didn’t want you to, satisfied with just hearing you babble like an idiot on his cock.

He grabs at the fat of your ass, jiggling it in his palm then smacking it once more and growling at its recoil. He couldn’t help but rub at where he’d been hitting you. You’ve behaved so well for him- following all his instructions and requests down to the very last detail. Submissively moaning to produce just enough arousal to make his dick jerk.

He could notice you were beginning to get exhausted. There was an extra shake at your knees that wasn’t caused by his size and your heaving chest seemed to be heaving heavier than when you started. You fix your mouth to apologize but before you get the chance to speak, two of his fingers on each hand snake around your body to tap at the sides of your mouth. You happily let them in and he immediately uses that as leverage to pull you back into his cock, meeting his rapidly moving hips half way. He abuses your head like he would a leash, strictly using it to get off. He couldn’t have cared any less in that moment if you came from his pounding as his mind only focused on painting your walls in white. The suffocating squeeze of your heat coerced him into putty in the same way his cock did to you.

He practically growls, “I’m gonna cum, take all my fucking cum! M’ gonna stuff you so fucking full you’ll barely be able to breath, would you like that? Being filled up by your idol?”

You nod. “You don’t have much a fucking choice do you? Your slutty hole is pullin’ me in! I couldn’t pull it out if I tried,” Not that you even wanted him to.

The knot that had been inconsistently tightening in your stomach finally bursts at the same moment Sakuna spills his load within you. He worked you through the orgasm, never fully stopping his thrusts to pump every last drop he had to offer. Your moan’s volume increased to a pornagraphic level while he simply laughed at your indecency as if he hadn’t had his genitals plunged into yours in some random alleyway.

Your legs give out and he catches you, letting you rest in his arms for a quick moment and then easing you down to the ground where you balled yourself up. You could feel the remnants of his orgasm begin to seep out of you while your hole continuously spasmed, forcing more of it out. He crouches in front of you, now face to face with him and his finger plunges into you, pushing his cum back where he left it.

“Wouldn’t wanna waste any.”

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divine-bangtan · 4 years ago

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- mirror, mirror on the wall | ksj (m)

⤏ vampire!seokjin, pwp, medieval!au

⤏ word count: 6.5k

⤏ Being a vampire prince, Seokjin is used to feeling everyone’s eyes on him. In fact, he’s come to expect it from his subjects. So when you won’t look at him of course he’s not happy. After all, didn’t anyone teach you it’s rude not to stare at him?

a/n: listen,,,this is unedited and overdue bc I am trash. Also for someone who doesn’t like humiliation and degrading sex I sure had way too much fun writing this I have nothing 2 say for myself okay enjoy. Happy birthday Seokjin!

⤏ vampire prince!seokjin, human servant!reader, exhibitionism, degration, nipple play, fingering, slight anal play, squirting, biting, blood drinking, orgasm denial, spanking, candlewax play, oral (m. receiving), face fucking, hair pulling, pussy slapping, seokjin is fucking hung and his precome is an aphrodisiac, bath sex, mirror sex, cockwarming, creampie, what even is aftercare lol.

One minute had already passed, your trembling hand still hovering in front of the door while you worked up the courage to knock. A single bead of sweat which had gathered at the nape of your neck dripped down your skin, and you swallowed hard in an attempt to quell your nerves. Your attempt at delaying this was inevitable, he was expecting you, had summoned you personally and he could likely tell how long you’d been standing there as well.

With that driving thought in mind, you chewed on your lower lip for another second and moved your hand to finally knock.

“You may enter,” came from within the room before your knuckles had even made contact with the wood. The deep voice was slightly muffled through the walls, but nonetheless it still made you shudder with its authority. Swallowing again, you leaned most of your weight on the solid wood to open the door. Something sinister hung in the air, and you stood rooted in the entrance of the prince’s private chambers, entire body thrumming with trepidation.

Glints of gold caught your gaze, coming from every corner of the space as the candles flickered and shadows seemed to grow and lurk where your stare didn’t quite reach. Everywhere your eyes landed screamed lavish riches. If it was not pure gold, the furniture was dripping in rich, red velvet. Curtains so thick they were easily able to block out the brightest sunlight cascaded down the walls, half concealing the intricate tapestries that adorned them. The entire space had a mysterious feel to it, with an underlying sense of danger that made your heart skip a beat.

The entrance room alone made your head spin, and an unknown force pulled you further into the labyrinth, your feet moved as if possessed, deeper and deeper into the lion’s den. A gust of wind made the curtains rustle, carrying whispers you couldn’t quite understand. You moved to look closer at the paintings on the wall on the other side of the hallway, to inspect the scenes of battle they seemed to depict. However, something stopped you dead in your tracks, a powerful presence behind you. It had you whirling around, staring through a lavish open doorway.

You gasped softly when you turned and your eyes landed on the bathtub in the centre of the room, so large it was almost taking up half the space. Wisps of steam floated from the surface of the water which gleamed iridescent in the candlelight, no doubt filled with expensive lotions and perfumes. What was more impressive, however, was the many flower petals which adorned the water.

Your eyes lifted to finally meet the eyes of your prince, Seokjin, who reclined against the edge of the tub with an air of relaxed ease. His arms stretched out either side of him, the slight bulge of muscle beneath his honeyed skin causing you to swallow extra hard. The position made his already broad shoulders look even larger, like they could block out the whole sky as he looked down at you. It suited him well. Regality, beauty, immortality. When he raised his dark eyes to pierce yours you felt as though you’d been lured right into the lion’s den, and he was about to devour you alive. A smirk tugged at his plush lips and his gaze burned a hole right through you, the carpet quickly became your solace.

“How may I serve you, your excellency?” You murmured, trying to keep your tone steady, yet you knew his supernatural senses would pick up the slightest tremble. There truly wasn’t anything you could hide from him.

A long silence came from his direction, filled only by the pounding of your heart. Warmth crept up your neck, heating up your cheeks under his intense scrutiny and you squirmed slightly, feeling the tops of your thighs already growing damp.

“Wet…” he softly noted with humour, your human ears barely picking up on it. Embarrassment caused your heart to practically halt in your chest, could he really tell so easily? “My drink.” He spoke again, much louder this time and you jumped as you snapped out of your stupor. That was until his words registered. Drink? He wanted to drink? From you?

“My wine, over there. Bring it to me,” he pointed lazily toward a table across the room before sinking into the water until he was completely submerged.

Oh. You couldn’t help the slight pang of disappointment that you felt at the fact that you weren’t going to experience a vampire bite. From what you’ve heard they were incredibly pleasurable, some even achieving climax untouched. But to be fed from by the prince himself, of course it was foolish of you to think something like that would ever happen to you. Blinking back frustrated tears you trudged over to the table, picking up the golden tray with the pitcher and goblets already placed on it.

Complete silence filled the room after you set everything down next to the tub, warily eyeing the dark surface of the water. However, you were unable to catch a sign of the prince and took it as your queue to leave, defeated at having gotten your hopes up. He likely knew what he was doing, bringing you here to torment you. It was obvious how painfully attracted you were to the prince, how much everyone was. Others were definitely not shy in their affection yet you were unable to even look at him for longer than a few moments.

A loud splash was all the warning you got before suddenly Seokjin broke from the surface of the water, standing to his full height in all his naked glory. Droplets of water clung to his golden skin, adorned by the occasional flower petal and it took every ounce of your restraint to not look down. One of his hands lifted up to sweep his wet hair back, exposing his forehead to your eyes and even that part of him was exquisite. The other reached to pick up his golden goblet, and he smirked in your direction before taking a sip of his wine. God, you truly did not know where to look, eyes raking over the expanse of his naked chest.

He smirked as you finally kept your eyes glued to his face, refusing to look even past his chest. Instead you paid particular attention to the rose petals which adorned his skin.

The two of you remained locked in a silent standoff, one that you knew you could not win. As if sensing your admittance to defeat, he sipped his wine, savouring the taste and you swallowed hard watching his thick, vascular neck move with each swallow. As if hypnotised by the depths of his rich pupils, you couldn’t seem to look away as he gazed so intently at you.

Leisurely he licked his lips, seemingly had enough wine, and the action caused your eyes to drop and watch his tongue swipe over the pillows of flesh, and for a microsecond his incisor could be seen. Hook. The leer returned when he knew he had you, and his grip on his goblet accidently slipped, causing the liquid to run in rivets down his chest. But you knew vampires did not do anything by accident. Line. No, there was always an ulterior motive with vampires, an intention. He tossed his golden goblet aside, a dull thud coming from across the room where it landed on the carpet. Sinker.

“Oh dear, I seem to have spilled my wine. Clean that up for me, won’t you? The flowers too, they do wonders for my complexion but getting them off me is so bothersome.”

You nodded silently, quickly glancing around the room to find a washcloth. Where, where did his other servants keep them? You’d never been in here before, being a lowly servant yourself you’d never even been to this part of the castle before.

“Here.” He quipped, breaking your panic, and cocking an eyebrow when you gaped at the cloth that seemed to have materialised in his hand. “Are you just going to stand there?”

“N-no! Of course your grace,” you spluttered, almost tripping in your haste.

“Good.”

Now closer than ever, were able to get a much better look at your prince. But in consequence, he was also able to get a much closer look at you. At this proximity, his aura was intense, the width of his shoulders blocking the rest of the room from your view. He had no shame in his nudity, as if it were a gift to your eyes.

Frankly, it was.

Palpitations fluttered in your chest as your eyes took in the chiselled planes of muscle across his chest and abdomen, stained slightly pink from the spilled red wine. As you moved the fabric down his chest you swallowed hard, realising how far down the spill actually travelled.

Part of you ached to even lick his skin clean, secretly wishing he would ask you to. Your own cheeks pinked at the thought, at how you’d get on your knees for him in an instant. It was well known that it was even an honour to merely be degraded by him, let alone other things.

When most of the spill on his upper half was cleaned, you began plucking away at the flowers that stuck to his skin. You reached for a rose petal on his pec when Seokjin grabbed your wrist, stopping you.

“Leave it. I’m cold now, and bored. It will wash off rather easily in the water I think,” he mused, quickly turning to step back into the tub.

“I can fetch your grace something that might entertain you?”

Perhaps that was all, he had merely brought you here to remind you of your place. A simple human, an ant under his foot. The thought of getting to leave the embarrassing situation had you feeling as though you could breathe easily again, until his next words came. “You will be my entertainment. Join me.”

“Your grace! I-I,” you spluttered, cheeks warming at his brash words.

“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t sure you wanted this. But I can hear the way your little heartbeat quickens when I look at you, such a desperate little slut. How in that millisecond when I hold your gaze how excited you become, how much you squirm and look away. You know, it’s rude not to stare at me.” He growled. “Now strip, or I’ll come get you myself.”

With haste, you began to unbutton your dress as to not keep him waiting, although each felt like an eternity to unfasten with him watching your fingers slip several times. Your hands shook as you peeled your clothes from your warm skin, but it was only partly out of nervousness.

The cold air of the room immediately caused your nipples to harden as your undergarments dropped to the floor and you were left bare in front of him. Seokjin’s eyes were trained intensely on the swell of your breasts, and you could have sworn you saw his tongue dart out to wet his lips for a moment.

You lowered yourself into the warm water slowly, yet you shivered at his eyes on you. Only able to stand his ogling for a few seconds you sank the rest of the way into the warm water, feeling your bare skin engulfed in the opaque water. Once again Seokjin stretched out against the side of the tub, looking like a lion sunbathing, but even at ease they were ready to attack at a moment’s notice.

“Come here.”

The water swirled around you as you inched toward him, heart palpitating at the uncertainty of it all. The temptation of teasing him crossed your mind, a hesitation, keeping you just out of his reach. Clearly this did not please him, as he tutted and lurched forward to grab you by your elbow.

“Uh uh uh, I don’t think so. Here,” he suddenly growled as you were pulled toward him, and you felt his bare chest suddenly pressed against your back. “I want to watch you, watching me. Look,”

One of the largest mirrors you’d ever seen sat opposite the tub, trimmed with gold and illuminated by at least a hundred candles. The splendour of itself was enough to leave one breathless, but the vampire whose fingertips were creeping up your side was making it much more difficult.

You arched your back, thrusting forward your decolletage as an open invitation. Surprisingly, his touch was warm, and an involuntary gasp slipped from your lips as you finally felt him cup your breasts in his hands. You watched him knead the soft mounds of flesh, the water level stopped just below your chest. Seokjin’s dark eyes drank in the sight of you, and the feather light brush of his thumbs over your nipples had you squirming all the more.

Like pleasant torture he continued to torment you with the barest of touches, not quite exerting the pressure you wanted, the brute strength you knew he possessed. It would have to be tempted from him.

“You’re like the evil queen from that fairy tale,” you taunted as he continued to stare at your reflection in the mirror. Exactly as you had predicted, Seokjin was quick to chastise you with a harsh pinch to your sensitive nipples.

“I’d watch that pretty little tongue of yours, if you want to keep it.” What you hadn’t expected, however, was the way he was able to growl.

“Are you going to ask if you’re the fairest of them all?” Came your jaunt, rising to the challenge.

Quick as a flash his hand was closing around your throat, fingers pressing into the sides cutting off any blood flow and the room around you began to spin.

“Eyes on me, keep them open.” He rumbled, his breath warm at the shell of your ear. “I’m tired of you looking away, such disrespect to your royalty.” When you pried your eyes open again you saw something glinted in his eyes, and his fingers pressed a little tighter against your throat and you whined breathlessly. “Listen to your little pulse quicken, even when I hold your fleeting life in the palm of my hand you moan like a whore. I could kill you right now and you’d probably come.”

Right as you felt blackness creeping into the edges of your vision he let go and air rushed back into your lungs. The dizziness made you slump back against him, your eyes slipping shut as your surroundings were blurred. With a disappointed tut he pinched your breasts once more, drawing a whimper from you.

“Not so tough now, are we?”

Instead of answering him, you squirmed away from his ministrations, your behind effectively grinding against the length of him, hot and heavy under the water. Every second he went unanswered his displeasure grew, the fire in his eyes only burning hotter.

“Since you can’t seem to be an obedient little slut, I suppose some discipline is in order.” Swiftly you were reminded of his vampiric strength as he stood from the water, pulling you up into his arms as he sauntered over to a chair. He took his time, dropping you before he slumped into what looked like a velvet throne. Right in front of it sat another enormous mirror – how many could one person own?

Seokjin pulled you out of your thoughts and down onto his lap, manhandling you until you lay face down, ass up. You shivered at the ticklish feeling of his fingers running up the backs of your thighs, which had broken out in goosebumps from the cold air of the room. His fingernails brushed over your rump before he grabbed each of your cheeks in his hands, kneading them before spreading them.

The feeling of your glistening folds being exposed to the cold air had you gasping, involuntarily clenching and you knew he was watching intently. Seemingly pleased by what he saw, Seokjin blew on your pussy which had you squirming harder from the strange sensation. That, however, did not please him. Your hands which had been resting in front of you were twisted behind you, one of his hands circling your wrists like iron.

“Still.” He pressed his thumb against your clenched rim, and you paused at the unfamiliar feeling. “It’s tempting, to fuck your tight little asshole. Hmm, maybe I should.” The tip of his thumb ever so slightly dipped in, but then he withdrew it to land a hard slap on your rump. He gripped the flesh in his palm, massaging it to soothe the sting and parted your thighs more. “Tempting, but no. Your pussy looks far too appetising tonight, especially with how wet you're getting. Do you like being over my knee? So eager to become my little human fucktoy.”

Three more slaps landed on your ass, each one leaving a delicious sting in its wake and your breathing grew more jagged after you finished yelping. He continued to grip the globes of flesh as your aching cunt clenched, and he paused as you shivered.

“A little cold, hm?” Seokjin teased, knowing full well what it was that caused you to shudder. “Let’s warm you up then.”

Bracing yourself for another slap, a gasp of surprise left your lips when you felt little droplets of hot wax instead. Each one had you jolting, not able to move much due to him holding you down. But you were enjoying it, he knew you were enjoying it. Your back arched off his lap, the contrast of your cold skin mixed with the warm wax had you moaning louder with each droplet. The wax was almost too hot. Almost. But it cooled quickly, and if you were going to fuck with vampires you need to be able to enjoy pain with pleasure.

“Look at how nice and warmed up you are now, and how wet. You’re such a little slut for punishment. Is that why you purposefully provoked me into doing this? So I would have to punish this desperate little cunt of yours? Look at it,” he smirked, suddenly pulling you up and turning you so you sat with your back to his chest once more. He reached forward and yanked your thighs apart, so your soaked folds were on display in the candlelight.

You just love being handled like this, like a whore. Consider yourself lucky, for I could have anyone that I please on their knees for me. So, show me how grateful you are, on your knees.”

Not wanting to displease him you quickly obliged, grateful for the soft cushioning carpet. However, it only drew more attention to the aching throb between your thighs, and the faint warmth of your sore asscheeks. Looking up from admiring the thickness of his thighs, you gasped.

In front of your face was the largest cock you had ever seen, his size was truly inhuman. He was larger than any lover you’d ever had before, his length alone put every man in the kingdom to shame. You licked your lips in a rather unsubtle manner to which he tutted.

“If you’re so desperate for it, do something,” he practically purred, one hand twisting in your hair to drag you forward. He was in no way gentle you thought as your scalp ached, but the way it had your pussy clenching - the way he knew it turned you on - certainly didn’t have you complaining.

The tip of his cock brushed your cheek, smearing a few beads of sticky precome with it and you were quick to turn your head to the side and run the length of your tongue along the throbbing vein. You chased the little drops of precome that ran down the underside of the length, lapping all the way up to the mushroom head of his cock. You moaned at the taste of him as you gave little kitten licks to his slit. His grip in your hair only tightened and you looked up at him with hooded eyes, your sopping core clenching when you saw how dark his gaze had gotten.

It was unlikely you would be able to wrap your hand around his girth, and even less likely you would be able to fit him in your mouth. But still, you were eager to at least try. The tip of his cock slipped past your lips easily, and you suckled which drew a long moan from Seokjin. He pushed on the back of your head, and you pushed back in fear at the size of him.

“Don’t worry, it will fit. Vampire precome is a bit of an aphrodisiac, now open wide for your prince,” he told you with a glint in his eye. As if his words were compelling you, your jaw laxed and his shaft eased further past your lips. Eager to please him you released your grip only to steady your hands on his delectable thighs. He cocked an eyebrow at your action, but his steely expression broke when you opened your mouth ever wider and took him all the way in.

“Fuck!” Came from his plush lips and he threw his head back, hips rocking slightly.

Surprisingly, you felt no discomfort and your gag reflex seemed almost non-existent, and you began to bob your head back and forth.

“Fucking hell…mm. You're such a good little slut,” Seokjin grunted as he began to thrust harder, the way he began to look wrecked had your cheeks warming. You swallowed around his length and he almost snarled, his grip on your scalp tightening. His cock plunged into your throat over and over, his endless precome filling your mouth with sweetness each time he pulled out so the tip rested on your tongue.

“You’re going to make me come, little human. Such a perfect mouth for- ugh - me to fuck.” He pushed in once more, pulling on your hair until your nose touched his abdomen, and you could feel your cunt weeping uncomfortably from his praise. “Look at the way your throat is bulging. You’re enjoying this too much, making such a mess on the floor.”

A small puddle had gathered beneath you, your need growing more and more, and the suddenly need for relief hit you hard. One of your hands let go of his leg to snake down your abdomen to ease some of the ache.

“Absolutely not.” He snapped, shoving himself down your throat again. “You’ve been such a good girl, don’t misbehave now. You will wait until, mfph, after I’ve come, and you will swallow every drop. I’m close.”

His grip on your hair grew brutal yet it only drew more moans from you as you had a high pain threshold. It was a beautiful sight as his thrusts faltered, the way his pillowy lips parted, the thick column of his throat flexing and his body trembling as his orgasm washed over him. Not to mention the heavenly moans he let out.

Ropes of his warm, thick release spurted to the back of your throat. It was far from unpleasant, however, nothing like the salty, almost bitter taste of human cum. Just about everything about vampires was designed to lure you in, and you moaned a little while swallowing the thick white liquid.

“Good girl,” Seokjin cooed at you as you licked your lips.

“Please, your highness. I need to come. Please make me come, it hurts.” You begged, practically whimpering at his feet. In his post orgasm bliss, he gently cupped your cheek, even stroked your hair a little with the other hand while he looked at you tenderly.

“Come sit my sweet, let me ease your pain,” he cooed as he sunk back into his chair, easily tugging you around and catching you before you stumbled on wobbly legs. “Face the mirror.” A small whimper left you as you felt the length of him pressing into your lower back as you were brought flush against his chest.

“Hmm, let’s see. I wonder if I can make you squirt. Now wouldn’t that be fun,” he growled into your ear, grinning at the way you mewled and begged. “You’ve never squirted before, have you? That pathetic human boy I know you let fuck you behind the stables always left you unsatisfied.”

Your eyes widened, alarmed that he knew such a thing. “I’ve been watching you for some time, prey are always fun to stalk. Fuck whoever said you shouldn’t play with your food, they obviously don’t know how to have fun.”

Your whole body trembled as he gripped the flesh of your thighs, hands tugging them wide open so your swollen folds were on full display. They were glistening from how wet you had gotten, your engorged clitoris pulsing from your increasing heartbeat. It was almost painful, the throbbing in your nether regions. How your skin tingled and grew hot.

Each pound of your heart thundered in your ears like a drum, the aphrodisiac spreading through your bloodstream. It was like delicious poison, and you were dying a slow but beautiful death at the hands of a deadly predator. The only cure was to draw the poison from one’s body through release, through climax. Your cure was his body, his fingers, his cock, his bite.

“Look at that,” Seokjin teased, a single finger swiping through your lips to collect your sticky juices. With a feather light touch he teased the slicked digit over your clit and you clenched helplessly at the promise of stimulation. You snapped your legs shut, trapping his hand between your thighs to antagonise him. “Keep them open” he growled into your ear, supernatural strength tearing the apart again. His hand drew away, only to come back with a sharp slap on your poor pussy. Out of instinct your thighs tried closing again, but Seokjin was quick to reprimand you again with a succession of harsh slaps. Each one made you almost jump out of his lap, but you quickly learned to force your legs to stay apart. It took a few more slaps which left your thighs trembling, but you managed.

“Good girl,” he cooed when finally, you did as you were asked. Your chest rose and fell from your heavy breathing, and his flattened fingers rubbed over your sopping pussy lips. “Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

You shook your head, unable to muster the words. However, a near scream came from you as two of his long fingers plunged into your wet heat, which was practically screaming for relief, crooking them and seeking out your most sensitive bundle of nerves nestled inside your cunt. You needed no preparation at all, the sheer amount of slick staining the insides of your thighs a testimony to that.

“Another time I’d very much like to do this with my cock buried deep into that tight little ass of yours, sluts like you always seem to squirt more when you fuck them there. What do you think?”

Before you even had a chance to answer, his hand wrapped itself around the column of your throat, fingers pressing into the blood flow and restricting your pulse. The action left you lost for an answer, all your other senses suddenly skyrocketing because of the light headedness. At that exact moment when the room began to spin, his fingers pumped ever fasted, and mixed with the aphrodisiac that had your entire body tingling with electricity you found yourself hurtling into your first orgasm.

However, it seemed the prince was intent on finding your breaking point. A wicked smirk spread across his face as you writhed in his lap despite being held firmly down, eyes rolling back as the room spun and you felt yourself gush around his fingers with a scream.

“That’s it! Good girl, soak my fingers, c’mon. I know you can come again for me.”

His assault on your most sensitive spot didn’t stop, and your thighs trembled as he relented his grip, air filling your lungs once more. You weren’t sure if your first high even finished before a sudden overwhelming feeling of pleasure gripped you, and your bones melted as you climaxed and squirted again.

Thankfully he showed some mercy, allowing you to grind yourself on his fingers at your own pace. The last waves of your orgasm ebbed away as you moaned softly, but you were far from satisfied. No, if anything you were just getting warmed up. While his fingers had felt nice, you needed the deep feeling of his cock or you felt like you might die.

“Please. I want you, I need you to fuck me. Nothing else matters right now,” the sound of your voice was pure desperation.

“Nothing else matters?” Seokjin drawled, pushing your hair to one shoulder. “I could do anything right now if it meant I gave you what you want?”

“Yes, anything. Anything!”

The first brush of his fangs against your throat had your racing heart stopping, but he was quick to pull away.

He lifted your body like you weighed nothing, manoeuvring you with his inhuman strength. The tip of his already erect again cock brushed against your entrance between your slick, swollen folds, and he began easing in. If you weren’t already so worked up the stretch would surely have been painful, but your cunt easily took him inch by inch. He hadn’t even bottomed out before you gripped him tightly, trying to rock for some friction but he held you still.

“Look at me,” he growled in your ear, and your gaze met his in the large mirror right as he bottomed out and the tip kissed your cervix. Despite his strength you still managed to squirm somewhat, whimpering at the pleasure his cock brought. He seemed to relax his hold on you a little, allowing you more freedom to move which you quickly took advantage of.

“Oh f-fuck, Seokjin,” came your breathy whine. His face twisted in pleasure and he seemed to give in, shifting his large hands down to your hips to aid you in your grinding. Back and forth you moved, panting heavily, skin glistening in the golden light as Seokjin watched the way your soft breasts moved and your belly bulged slightly.

“Sit forward,” he half grunted, half moaned as he slumped back in the chair. His words barely registered with you until he tugged on your hips, using his strength to begin fucking you harder on his length. With a yelp at the sudden change in pace, you grabbed onto his knees and your eyes rolled back in your head, helpless to do anything but allow him to do as he pleased. “You have such pretty tits, I love watching them bounce as you take my cock so well.”

His words of praise had your toes curling, that building pleasure in your abdomen growing tenfold, and it only made you want to please him more. “I love it, I love having you fuck me like this. You can have me whenever you want!”

“How delectable you are. I ought to punish you for keeping yourself away from me. For letting others whom are not worthy sample your sweet nectar. But alas, it was only a matter of time before you gave yourself to me,” he moaned, sitting forward so his mouth was right up against the shell of your ear. “Now, your reward for being such a good girl.”

As fast as you could blink, one hand snaked up under your chin to hold you in place. His pillowy lips brushed the flesh of your neck, seeking out right where your pulse was strongest. For half a second you felt a sharp prick, terror momentarily gripping you as the tips of his fangs found their mark. Seokjin bit down into your flesh like butter, the razor-sharp incisors burying deep. However, there was no pain, only a deep warmth that bled through your neck from where he bit you. Within seconds he began ever so gently moving his hips, his cock still buried inside you brushing against your g-spot. The warmth began spreading across your whole body, melting your bones and your cunt began throbbing, an orgasm building very quickly.

“Oh- Seokjin, I-” Before you could even finish the sentence it hit all over, making every muscle in your body quake with pleasure. Thankfully he was equipped with adequate strength to hold you in place, like the perfect predator he was.

It went on and on, your muscles quivering, your cunt quaking and your little pants and gasps filling the room as he swallowed mouthfuls of blood.

“So sweet,” he gasped as he pulled away, finally giving you reprieve. “Delectable.” His plush lips were stained pink from the little drops of blood that had escaped, some even dripping down your shoulder as you twitched from the aftershocks.

His hot tongue swiped over your skin, cleaning any spots of blood that had been left. A wave of sudden nausea washed over you and you slumped forward, luckily for Seokjin’s reflexes his arms wrapped around you before you fell.

“Do you want to stop?” He whispered with a sudden tender note, hands cradling you gently when you couldn’t hold yourself up.

“No! No...please. I just need a moment...m tired,” you mumbled, eyes drooping.

“It’s normal, don’t worry. I have something that will make you feel better, here.” Gently he began easing you off his lap, his length beginning to slip out but you whined in protest. “You have to let me move princess, don’t worry. I’ll fill you up again in a moment.”

Somewhat pacified by his promise, you allowed yourself to be lifted and before you could blink you were sinking into the soft cushions of the chair. Your eyes slipped shut after Seokjin had vanished suddenly, and you heard him rummage around the room behind you.

“Here,” he murmured, and you opened your eyes to see him kneeling in front of you. His hand tenderly cupped the back of your head as he pressed a glass to your lips.

The liquid was delightfully warm, tasting of plum and spices and you hummed happily as you swallowed it down. He whispered little encouragements to you, tipping the cup when you needed until it was empty.

“Good girl. It happens to all humans after feeding, you’ll be fine in a moment.” With that he disappeared, perhaps getting himself a drink while you recovered. The potion was fairly quick to take effect, filling your tired muscles with a thrum of newfound energy. One that had your libido coming straight back from the lingering aphrodisiac in your veins.

“I can keep going,” you told him, standing with an air of determination. Seokjin was quick to rush to your side again, steadying you when your legs wobbled a little. He arched a brow in question, not quite believing you. “Please, I don’t want you to stop.”

“If you say so.” He appeared behind you, drinking in every inch of your naked skin like he was ready to devour you all over again. Seokjin hooked his arm behind your elbows, pulling you flush to him and effectively pushing your chest forward.

“You’ll have to stay on your toes, do you think you can do that little human?” His teeth grazed your earlobe as he whispered into your ear. Eagerly you nodded, standing on the balls of your feet, entire being thrumming with a newfound energy as you felt the tip of his cock brushing through your folds.

Once again he sought out your entrance, easily sinking back into your warmth and you whimpered at how deep he reached from this new angle. Immediately he set a brutal pace, loud slaps echoing about the room along with your cries and his low grunts.

“Please, harder! I don’t want you to be gentle.” Came your cry, attempting to drop down to meet each move of his pelvis. Only a feral snarl came from the vampire behind you, fulfilling your wish by now slamming himself into you.

With each thrust his hip bones dug into your ass cheeks and your breasts bounced. The thickness of his cock had you moaning like a whore each time it split your walls open, his tip kissing your cervix. The angle of his hips was expert, he was obviously an experienced lover but you didn’t expect him to be this good.

“Look at me. Who’s fucking you like this? Who?” He growled into your ear.

“Seokjin!” You wailed as he once again speared you on his length. A sharp slap to your clit had you keening, rising to your tiptoes again from the sharp stab of pleasure. “Prince Seokjin!” You hastily corrected, his slight discipline also reminding you to keep your gaze on your reflexion.

“Good girl. Such an eager little slut, so ready to serve your prince.”

“Always. I’ll always be ready and willing for you to use me as you please. Oh! I’m gonna come again!”

“Good girl. Fuck, you can really take it. Come for your prince,” he growled, hand snaking down to rub circles on your clit.

Muscles tensing you shuddered, feeling the euphoric feeling wash over you once again as he fucked you through your high. If it weren’t for him holding you up, surely your legs would have given out from how much they shook. A sudden wave of tiredness washed over you, the potion’s effect exhausted and you slumped in Seokjin’s arms.

He pulled out and you moved suddenly with a whoosh of air, soft sheets underneath your stomach. Seokjin was on you again straight away, picking right back up where he left off and parting your thighs, you moaned at the sudden stretch as he buried his cock into your cunt once again.

“M-gonna, fill you uh- up, fuck!” He panted, thrusts growing sloppy as he panted loudly on top of you. Leaving no room between your sticky bodies, he draped across you entirely, barely keeping his weight off you. It was strangely comforting, making your toes curl pleasantly in your post orgasm bliss as Seokjin shuddered above you. Heavenly moans and profanities spilled from lips as he came, warmth spilling inside you with a few last thrusts. Lazily you reached beneath you, rubbing circles into your throbbing, blood fattened nub to ride out the aftershocks of your orgasm.

Still panting, he leaned down to whisper something in your ear as you drifted off to sleep before disappearing like a shadow in the night. Spent and muscles aching, you laid on the soft sheets as the sun rose, his words finally sinking in.

“See you tomorrow night.”

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Steamy Waters — Yoongi

Pairing: Yoongi x reader (nicknamed Kitten), Namjoon x Vixen (mentioned)

Wordcount: 8.7k words

Genre: smut, a tinyyyyy bit of angst, pwp, established relationship, idol!au

Rating: very18+

Hello strawberries! With Namjoon’s Steamy Waters we saw the guys leaving for tour, with Yoongi we see them come back. Of course there will be a few things happening in between the two fics, but that will come later (see it as some special piece similar in terms of genre to Girls’ Night). Quick recap of the plot: Yoongi comes back from tour and Kitten is there to greet him. It has been a long day, and a he’s been away for a long time: the two decide to head to the shower to help Yoongi get rid of his travelling filth and help Kitten get rid of her bitter feelings. (AKA that one time Yoongi finally convinced Kitten to move in with a very unorthodox method.)

TRIGGER WARNINGS: filth. Swearing. Sarcasm. Dirty Talking. Slight angst (Yoongi’s shoulder is sore; Kitten finds condoms in his travel bag and she is afraid of cheating, even though she knows Yoongi is 3000% faithful, past relationship trauma). Shower blowjob, cum swallowing, cock worship and breast worship, lots of ass grabbing (both male and female receiving); again, Yoongi wakes her up with oral which is something he does a lot but still, it’s non explicitly consensual since she’s sleeping, he asks for consent as soon as she wakes up. Unprotected sex within an established relationship (GET TESTED BEFORE GOING BARE WITH YOUR PARTNER. PLEASE. USE CONDOMS UNLESS YOU’RE 1000% SURE YOU’RE CLEAN). Spooning sex, fingering, he uses his fingers as a gag. Multiple rounds and very multiple orgasms and squirting. Mentions of a cocksleeve. Mentions of anal sex; mild anal play (female receiving), mentions of rimming (female receiving). Use of a G-spot vibrator with remote control via smartphone, squirting, cunnilingus and face riding, crying, slight degradation, use of safeword, old school missionary jackhammering, choking kink. On a side note, reader is bisexual and everybody has a crush for Vixen

If you want background music for reading I suggest playing the whole About Time album by Sabrina Claudio or Over It (complete set) album by Summer Walker. [Thank me later 😉]

Finally, here is my masterlist and well, Enjoy!!! ✨💜

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You stood in the middle of the underground parking lot of Yoongi’s apartment, waiting for his van to arrive from the airport. Today he was back from the tour and you’d taken a few days off work to spend time with him.

You stood there, checking some emails on your phone when the doors of the lift opened on a dolled up Vixen.

You had seen her wear black, blue and white quite consistently, head to toe impeccable at all times. That’s why you had to do a double take when you saw her in a pink, frilly, tiny sundress that looked like it could unravel if you stared at it for too long.

“Am I late?” She asked, only to stare at you and realise that if you were there waiting, then no, they hadn’t arrived yet. “Sorry, dumb question, I’m just excited.” She smiled nervously, fixing non-existent creases on her dress.

“There’s a bit of traffic. They’ll be here in a minute, though.” You explained, putting down your phone. “Plans for a date?” You asked her, looking at her outfit.

“No, actually. I just wanted to dress pretty.” She said, elegant and sweet as usual.

You smiled and looked at your oversized, worn-out T-shirt from a rockband you listened to when you were a teen, and the loose cotton shorts that reached your mid-thigh, paired with casual flip flops. You weren’t even wearing your nice bra. Not that Yoongi would care about that once he took your shirt off. Bras were just a nuisance to him anyway.

“Are you on vacation?” She asked, checking her phone before locking it again. It lit up again with a notification, her lockscreen showing a picture of a boy staring at a sculpture. No doubt, Namjoon.

“No, just took a few days off.” You replied kindly. You checked your phone yourself. “You and Joon are going on holiday?”

“Just a quick getaway.” She explained, beaming at you. She looked radiant, as if the last seven weeks had never existed. But her face looked slimmer. Her arms too. You had often met at the gym, spending time together and working out, ‘to stop thinking’ she had said. And you had bonded like that, over working out to stop your brains and dull your edges while your boyfriends were away.

You tried not to think if Namjoon was going to propose while they were away. Yoongi had mentioned the man was considering the idea. “Then have a safe journey and a nice holiday.” You said, grinning. “Hope you can get your fill of him.” You said smirking.

She caught the innuendo mischievously. “Trust me, I will.” She replied before winking.

The bar to the parking lot lifted, before a black van entered the space, stopping a few slots away from you.

Vixen was basically skipping on her toes, ready to throw herself at her boyfriend. Beside her, you felt like a flock of hummingbirds had been caged inside your chest, the fluttering feeling almost uncomfortable. When you heard the doors open, your ears stopped working, blood pressure making them perceive nothing but a dull beeping sound.

Namjoon appeared from the door, Vixen dashing to him and throwing her whole body into his arms as he picked her up. The whole scene was very romantic and dramatic — just in their style —, almost making you sneer in a mysanthropistic fit, however the smaller figure appearing behind the lovey dovey couple made you reconsider your hatred towards humanity.

Let’s be clear, you weren’t normally this sour, but seven weeks without Yoongi had taken their toll, and all you wanted was to incinerate every couple until he had had his sweet way with you and you weren’t underloved and underorgasmed anymore.

“No dramatic welcome back for me?” He asked, staring at you from the distance with his hands on his hips. “No balloons and banners?” He shook his head. “You’re a disappointment.” He grinned at you.

“You’re sucking your own dick tonight.” You teased back, Namjoon and Vixen too caught up in their idyllium to bother with your bantering.

He shrugged. “Thank you for letting me know.” He opened his arms and you walked towards him, hugging him tight as he did just the same, your arms around his neck as he placed his hands on your waist and pulled you to him. “Hi, Kitten.”

“Hello, Yoongles.” You said, your voice emotional.

“I’m sorry, I smell a bit.” He said, thinking about all those hours on the plane.

“Not really.” You said, nuzzling into his neck, reacquainting with his cologne. “You’re as good as usual.”

His hands rubbed up and down your spine. “Let’s go upstairs. It’s too hot outside today and I could kill for a shower right now.”

The back of the van was already open as Namjoon took out the suitcases.

“Hyung. Here is yours.” He said, letting it roll towards Yoongi.

He thanked and caught it, sprawling his left hand over the top of it before catching the handle. Your eyes went wide as you stared at the tendons and veins just below the pale skin, jumping and flexing at the effort.

You had missed those hands. Dearly. Deliriously.

As he noticed your focused stare, he smirked, his other hand searching for your fingers, intertwining them with his. “I have my backpack too. Careful, there’s equipment inside.” Said Yoongi, pulling at your arm as he neared the back of the van and grabbed his stuff.

“Let me get that.” You said, fussing over him. He looked tired and thin. “How’s your shoulder?”

“Not too bad.” He said. “A bit crumpled up because of the long trip and the air conditioning, but overall not bad.” He let you take the backpack though, showing you that yes, it was probably not nice.

“I’ll have a cold pack ready upstairs.” You said, kissing his temple. The boys and Vixen said goodbye to the driver as he left, leaving the four of you trying to fit inside the lift.

It wasn’t too difficult and you were grateful that Namjoon stayed mostly silent even as his hand kept drawing patterns on the back of Vixen’s naked thigh, climbing decisively too high — and too under her dress — for public decency. Not that he noticed you or Yoongi staring and looking at each other conspiratorially, trying to find ways to tease him about it in the future.

Anyway, Yoongi drew you close with an arm around your waist, whispering in your ear, “I’m just as needy myself.”

You turned to look at him with a knowing smirk. “I wouldn’t expect any less.” You whispered back, pressing your brow to the side of his head.

Luckily, the doors dinged and opened, making the sweethearts quit their endeavours and hurriedly grab the suitcase and the smaller carryon. Next, you took care of Yoongi’s luggage, helping him slide it down the corridor, to the door of his apartment. Namjoon and Vixen stood in front of the door beside you while he opened the front door to their apartment and brought his stuff in.

“I don’t think I’ll see you tomorrow, right?” Namjoon commented.

“I don’t think so, no.” Yoongi replied chuckling as you raised your eyebrows and looked away, avoiding Namjoon’s knowing smirk.

“Then have a nice break. Guess I’ll text you.” Namjoon replied.

“Of course.” Yoongi said.

“Kitten,” Namjoon greeted with a small nod.

You waved at him, at the same time as Vixen said goodbye to the both of you and Namjoon picked her up again.

“We didn’t tell them to keep it down.” Yoongi realised after staring at the closed front door for a couple seconds.

“We could sleep in your studio.” You reasoned with a doubtful pout.

Yoongi’s expression unintentionally mirrored yours.

“Shall we?” You said, gesturing to the door.

He placed his arm around your waist and dragged you in. “I’m not strong enough to carry you like that.” He said, closing the door.

“They’re so disgustingly sweet.” You replied, shaking your head and combing his hair with your fingers. He looked so good with black hair.

“You say that only ‘cause it’s been too long since I last fucked you.” He replied, ignoring the suitcases and placing his lips on yours, chastely, sweetly.

“I’ve missed you.” He whispered, rubbing his lips on yours tenderly.

“I’ve missed you too.” You replied, placing your hands on his ass and pushing him closer to you.

“I love you.” He murmured with his deliriously sexy voice.

“I love you.” You echoed, squeezing his behind eloquently.

He grinned. “Did Namjoon give you ideas?” He said, referring to the lift scene.

“I’m just appreciating the small things in life.” You quipped, making him part from you with an outraged frown.

“My ass is not that small.” He opposed.

“You are small.” You replied, cupping his face and squishing his cheeks.

“You have clearly forgotten how it feels to have my cock inside you.” He teased right back, gripping your ass himself and pushing you against his front, making you feel his hardening length.

“Maybe you could give me a reminder.” You wondered.

“I need a shower.”

“And I need to blow you, which, in my opinion, makes an excellent combination.” You said reasonably.

He grinned and shook his head. “Fuck, if I missed you.”

“Yes ‘fuck, if I missed you’, but also fuck me, please?” You said, raising an eyebrow and opening your hands with your palms up in front of him in a helpless pose.

“Let’s get that shower first, yeah.” He rubbed his hands up and down your sides. “You’ve waited so long that you can wait a bit longer, right.”

“I repeat, you’re this close to sucking your own dick tonight.” You warned jokingly.

“Then we can have that shower and let you blow me before you change your mind.” He teased, calming you down with heavy touches to your cheeks and hair.

He was secretly enjoying the feel of you in front of him, getting reacquainted with the materiality of you, with the joy of feeling you at his side, of feeling you, full stop. He had never known he could miss touching someone. Innocently, attentively and lovingly.

He had missed the feel of you under his hands. Combing your hair, hiding his nose in the crook of your neck, holding your hands.

Holding your hands.

He felt like he could do just that as you fell asleep on the bed.

He felt so tired.

“Let’s go.” You said, noticing his tired gaze.

“The bags.” He said, pointing at his luggage in the entry.

“Later.” You replied, squeezing his hand and leading the way to the bathroom adjoined to your bedroom.

“How was the journey?” You asked, taking off your shirt once you entered the bathroom door.

“Tiring. Very long. We had a long delay due to the connecting flight being late.”

“You had a connecting flight?” You said, incredulous, stopping as you were taking off your shorts.

“Well, it’s pretty difficult finding direct flights from Europe to South Korea.” He said, taking off his own shirt.

You turned around to look at his naked torso. It was pale as usual, more sculpted, but barely, still you immediately spotted the slightest curve on his belly and relaxed. It wasn’t as bad as it looked. Next he took off his loose linen sweats, a pair of plain white boxers emerging underneath. His calves were slightly bronzed, and as he noticed you staring he explained. “I stayed out with Hoseok one afternoon. I had bermudas on.” He pouted.

“My poor little cracker.” You cooed, getting closer to him in nothing but your underwear. As he hugged you, his hands went immediately to the clasp of your bra, unlatching it.

Grinning, you took it off and offered it to him, who threw it hatefully behind his shoulders. “I hate that shit.” He sneered, before cupping each of your breasts and pushing them up, planting his face snug in between.

“I missed you.” He mouthed, kissing both.

You giggled. “Are you talking to my tits.”

“I am appreciating the great things of life.” He murmured.

“I hope appreciating them includes covering them in hickeys and cum.” You commented, caressing his hair as he kept trying to suffocate himself between your boobs.

“What if I appreciated your dirty mouth first?” He teased, opening the tap to the shower and feeling the water temperature with the palm of his hand before bending down to take off his boxers.

His cock was half mast, as glorious as you remembered it, the hair around kept just long enough to stay soft.

As he noticed you staring, he snickered. “It looks like you really want to reacquaint with it.”

“Says the man who said ‘I missed you’ to my tits.” You teased.

“Fair enough.” He conceded, getting under the water falling from the shower head.

Taking off your panties, you followed him in.

“You look beautiful, Kitten.” He said, “a bit too thin, though.” He commented, running his hands up and down your sides.

“All those nights in the gym took a toll.” You replied.

“I still can’t believe you actually went to the gym.” He said, kissing your lips as light as a butterfly. “And just because you wanted to fuck but I was away.”

You shrugged, “the alternative was starting a very sapphic tryst with Vixen, but I don’t think Namjoon would have condoned it.”

Yoongi chuckled, “No, I don’t think so.” He admitted, massaging your ass under his palms. “Nice improvement.”

“I did Vixen’s workout. That girl is a fucking power plant.” You shook your head. “Completely crazy.”

“She is after all Namjoon’s girlfriend. I’m surprised he called her Vixen and not bunny or rabbit.” He shook his head.

“Enough with the sweethearts. Give me the D, mr Min.” You said, getting on your knees.

He laughed and ran his hand through your hair, while you scooted back towards the wall. You precisely knew how you wanted him.

“Kitten. What is it.” He asked, looking at the way you parted your legs and crouched, making sure that your spine and the back of your head pressed against the wall, your heels tucked under your ass.

“I want you to fuck my mouth?” You said, eyes imploring, your hands already running down the back of his thighs, trying to bring him close.

“You sure?” He asked, licking his lips repeatedly, swallowing once and then again in an attempt to bring comfort to his dry mouth.

“Yeah.” You replied, looking up at him bringing your hand between your legs, testing your own wetness.

Your eyes met as he stroked his length a couple times before feeding the tip of his cock into your mouth, parted wide for him. “Tell me how deep I can go.” He murmured, pushing in slowly.

You placed your hands on his hips, pushing him deeper into your mouth. You wrapped your lips around him, covering the edge of your teeth and bobbing your head tentatively. His hand moved protectively to the crown of your head, trying to keep your head from hitting the wall.

“Easy, tiger,” He said, chuckling, before his laugh stopped, interrupted by a moan. “Kitten, that's deep.” He murmured as you pushed him past the back of your tongue and deep into your throat. You kept him there for a couple seconds, focusing on the feel of him to avoid choking, before pushing him away.

He placed the other hand on the wall, holding up his weight. “Are you okay, love?” He asked, noticing your reddened eyes and heavy breath.

“Yes.” You murmured. “It feels so good to have you back.” You said, elated, as you pulled him back into your mouth, asking him with delicate motions of your arms to thrust into you.

“Missed your lips. Your tongue,” he moaned, groaning as you squeezed your cheeks against his tip. “So fucking good.” He combed your hair back and moved the hand from the wall to your chin, making you look up to him. “Look at me, ____.” He ordered you. “I want to look into your eyes as I fuck your mouth.” He leaned his forearm against the wall, plunging in with a gentle curl of his hips, his mouth wide, the water falling down his spine, his black locks plastered against his forehead. “I love your mouth. Your nasty tongue.” He drew out. “Touch yourself.” He growled, teasing you with his sexy voice.

“Yoongi.” You moaned as he slid out. “Please.” You whimpered.

“Please what, kitty.” He said, touching your face.

“I want you to cum.” You cried out, scratching his abdomen lightly.

“How do you want that?” He asked, brushing a few loose strands of hair off your face.

“I want you to fuck my mouth.” You repeated, eager, your fingers rubbing in between your legs.

“Then let me give you what you want, love.” He purred, grabbing his shaft and placing the soft, reddish tip right on your lower lip. “Is this what you want?”

You nodded, begging him with your longing glance.

He grinned sinfully and let his hip arch forward.

He entered your mouth with a slow and steady stroke, giving you time to prepare yourself, until he was all the way in.

“I'll never forget how it feels, Kitten. I've spent hours thinking about this.” He groaned, his chest heaving.

And then he slipped out, only to stroke in again. You moaned a bit, and then kept quiet, focusing on the feel of him, on his eyes screwed shut, on the rhythmic contractions of his belly, on the flexing of his quads and his glutes.

He was so beautiful, lost in bliss, chasing his high, stopping only when you tapped his leg twice.

He let the tip rest on your tongue, “love that dirty mouth.” He praised you as you slurped and twirled your tongue around him. “Can never resist it.” He went on.

Once more you pulled him towards you, humming wantonly.

“Close, Kitten. Need your… Yes.” He groaned as you reached for his balls. “Sq–”

He didn't have the time to give you orders: you were already doing his favourite things, massaging his sensitive spot, squeezing him gently until he sank deep into you and went silent for a couple seconds, not even breathing before he let a raspy roar tear from his mouth and echo in the small space.

You shut your eyes tight as he gave the smallest thrust, burrowing deep into you as he spilled inside you, the lack of oxygen getting to your head, but still you tried opening your eyes, looking at Yoongi's lips hanging open, gasping for hair.

His chest expanded in a deep breath. “For fuck’s sake.” His eyes opened slightly.

He was leaning over you, the light dimmed by his body shielding you, the sound of the water precipitating against the floor a bit too loud for his ears and your own.

You touched his leg twice and his eyes shot open as he slipped out quickly. “Damn it, you okay, Kitten?” He knelt between your legs, touching your cheeks and taking in your closed eyes and your chest heaving as you finally got some brand new oxygen in your lungs.

“A bit short of breath.” You whispered, leaning into his touch and nuzzling into the crook of his neck.

“Oh, precious.” He moved his hands behind your back, hugging you close. “Poor thing.”

“Don’t baby me.” You mumbled, raking your nails down his back, making him shiver.

“No?” He asked, smiling softly, rubbing his cheek against your hair. “You’re a tough cookie?”

You nodded with your eyes closed and he snickered.

“My tough cookie.” He murmured, patting your head. “I missed you so much, beautiful. I love you.”

You untucked yourself from his shoulder and looked at him in the eye. “I love you, too.” You cooed.

“What can I do for you, ____?” He asked, pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

You dipped your head forward, hiding into him. “I want you close.” He felt his heart melt.

“You don’t want me to fuck you?” He asked, simply caressing your head as you mouthed at his throat.

“Let’s finish the shower first.” You said, parting from him and standing up.

He placed a chaste kiss on your hip as you stood before him, his tongue delving between your legs, tasting your honey-clad folds. “I swear the taste of your cunt keeps getting better and better.”

“We can take this to bed, Yoongi, now stand up and let me wash your hair.” You murmured, running your hands into his dark locks

“You could wash my hair while I make out with your pussy.” He suggested.

“I need to focus, stand up you menace.” You smirked playfully.

He obeyed, bending his head forward, planting it between your tits.

“Yoongi!” You said, playfully outraged.

“Oh, come on.” He murmured. Immediately he found his usual spot and took it past his lips, sucking it with his teeth, rubbing it with his tongue while you found the bottle of his shampoo and poured some in your palm, rubbing your hands together and spreading the foam over his hair.

“Don’t be a whiny pup.” You scolded him, spreading the soap over his scalp, carefully avoiding it going into his eyes.

As he felt your fingers massaging his head, making sure that all the shampoo was rinsed off his hair, his lips accidentally parted in a wide yawn.

“Let’s go to bed.” You murmured, maybe for the first time since you saw him downstairs, the dark circles underneath his eyes.

You closed the tap quickly, stretching to reach a towel and drying him up, pressing the towel to his pained shoulder, dabbing the cotton softly before peppering a cascade of kisses on the skin. “We’re gonna put some lotion on this baddie.” You said, smiling gently at him. “Does it hurt?” Your lips still caressing his skin there while you kept drying him up, knowing how dangerous it was for him to stay wet under the air conditioning. He was delicate and something inside you, something affectionate and apprehensive, made you want to pamper him.

“A bit.” He said, pouting, feeling like he could drop his facade now, abandoning himself to your gentle care.

He yawned again. “You had your orgasm and now you’re sleepy, kitty cat?” You teased, cooing at him cutely.

“I’m a bit jet-lagged,” he admitted, stealing a towel and opening it up, cupping your breasts from over the cotton, and then moving his attention elsewhere, brushing your belly, your arms, kneeling down and placing a small kiss on your lower belly, before rubbing the fabric over your legs, first one, then the other, helping your foot up and drying first your left, then your right one.

“Where’s the lotion?” You asked, kissing his brow as he stood up.

“In the carryon. It’s with the toiletries.”

You quickly wrapped your towel around your body, exiting the room and looking for his large suitcase. You opened it, his laundry neatly folded inside, his beauty bag perfectly fitting in. As you rummaged into his beauty bag, you frowned, spotting a familiar bottle of lube and a small silicone pocket. A few condoms loose among his toiletries.

Something in you hesitated. Even though you knew Yoongi would never, ever look at someone else, old ghosts of your ex immediately started tormenting you.

You tried to ignore the unsettling feeling, blinking a few times before grabbing his shoulder lotion and heading for the kitchen, immediately finding a cold pack inside the freezer, and bringing it to the bedroom. You looked inside a drawer, finding a little kerchief or a bandana — whatever it was — and bringing it to the bedside table.

Yoongi was laying in the middle of the bed, looking at you as you obstinately avoided his gaze.

“Lay on your side.” You asked gently but coldly before he obeyed, still a bit confused at your change in mood. Was it because he hadn’t fucked you? Maybe you were okay with it, but now you weren’t anymore? Were you disappointed?

You poured some cold lotion on the round muscle, following the instruction he had taught you before he left, when he came home tired and sore from practice. And then again, his therapist had taught you some small tricks after the concert in Seoul, when you had accompanied him to the doctor the following day for his ordinary session.

He hissed as the cold gel met his skin, while your thumbs dug into the skin gently but surely, massaging the stressed muscle. “It’ll warm up.” You said simply, spreading the lotion and massaging it where flesh and bone met.

You opened the cold pack, cracking it in the middle and placing it behind his shoulder, where his shoulderblade and collarbone met. locking it into place by tying the bandana around it, running it around his armpit. “There you go. I’ll go rinse my hands.”

You hadn’t kissed him. Or looked at him.

“Kitten.” He called, but you were already walking into the joined bathroom, willingly ignoring his call.

You opened the tap, rubbing the heavy stench of the gel off your hands, and then placing your clean, wet, cold palms against your cheeks, trying to calm down.

You grabbed one of his t-shirts before you lowered the blinds, walking towards the bed and laying down on your side of the bed, curled up in a ball and sliding under the covers after turning on the air purifier. His eyes opened as you laid down,

“Why are you wearing a shirt?” He asked.

“I’m cold.” You replied briefly.

“Kitten.” He called again.

You turned away from him, taking a few deep breaths, pondering whether you should talk or not.

“Kitten.”

“I found the condoms. In your bag.” You voice shook. “I know you would never do what he did but still.”

“Goodness.” He murmured, his breath freezing in his lungs. “Fuck. Kitten. Don’t.” He said calmly, with a reassuring tone, coming closer to you, hugging you to his chest, his tender arm coming around your body, while his good one moved under your head, pillowing it. “They’re there from when you came to our concert in Busan. Remember?” He said, kissing the crown of your head. “Remember Busan?”

You nodded. Of course you remembered. “I do.” You had changed birth control and you had used the condoms for safety. And accidentally — since you were already equipped — you had tried anal for the first time, quite to your surprise.

“And I kept them there. Hoping that maybe you could find a way to come to one of the concerts. That maybe we could have a couple nights somewhere.” He explained, intertwining your fingers. “No one else. I swear to God, no one else, Kitten. No one else, ____.”

You relaxed in his hold, kissing his arm under your head. “I’m so sorry. I know you would never. I trust you, but… You know how it feels.”

“I do, love. I know you trust me, baby.” He kissed your shoulder. “I’m so proud of you, being so strong, my love.”

“Can you just hold me?” You asked, slowly slipping into complete relaxation. Even though you knew feeling him inside you would be the best form of reassurance, you abandoned the idea. Because, as much as you’d love him to ruin you, what you had missed the most while he was away was his hands combing your hair before falling asleep, his chest expanding and deflating against your back as he slept behind you, his hand gently placed on your chest, while you simply laid there, basking in the peacefulness of being together. You missed combing his hair, feeling the weight of his head resting in your arms, kissing his temple as he laid his head on your shoulder, you watching a movie while he pretended not to nap.

“There you go, Kitten.” He murmured against your nape, sprinkling little pecks all over your upper back. “I missed you.” He whispered, again, losing count of how many times he had said it. His body relaxed behind yours, his mind already thinking how he could possibly offer you true reassurance later — and repay you for the blowjob. In kind. With interests. Once he was sure you were sleeping, he stood up, looking into the drawer of your bedside table and smirking once he found the small case together with the charger.

He considered he’d better recharge it and avoid unfortunate mishaps, he unplugged your bedside lamp and connected the charger, plugging it into the toy. Satisfied with the potential developments, he curled up around you; his eyelids fluttered closed, his yawns becoming stronger and more frequent, sleep conquering his body as your own muscles loosened with Morphean abandon.

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When Yoongi woke, it was already sundown, a gentle orange light coming in from the window. Around seven pm.

First, he noticed that his shoulder felt better. Next, he noticed that you were wearing a shirt.

Disappointing.

And next, he realised that he was home. At your side. In your bed.

Finally, he realised that he hadn’t yet seen you cum. He had been home for around six hours and he had spent the majority of those sleeping. When he could have made you cum on his tongue several times.

He started considering his options.

With quiet and discretion, he parted from your sleeping form, heading for the small drawer where he kept bedsheets, towels, underwear and sleeping clothes. There, under a blanket, he found exactly what he was looking for.

“Yes.” He huffed out, placing his treasure on the drawer and fixing the rest, moving back to the bed together with the soft object. He removed the cold pack from his shoulder and spread the small two-layers blanket on the free side of the bed, planning to lay it out fully once he managed to wake you up.

Now he only had to rouse you.

He arched his eyebrows, thinking of how he could do that without getting his cock bitten off.

You were a very smart and adult woman, but still you took your naps very seriously, acting like a whiny child whenever someone interrupted them.

He crawled on top of the bed, curling up in a ball below you, pressing his knees to his shoulders as he gave a tentative lick on your naked labia, his tongue insinuating between your folds until he found your sweet nectar.

Your hips moved against his face, just barely, an involuntary movement of your body. You were still asleep.

He gave a full lick, as far as your position allowed.

You fussed in your sleep, maybe mumbling his name, or maybe it was just his mind playing tricks on him. He lifted your leg just enough to have access to your clit, the tip of his tongue toying with it, tapping it a couple times before he flexed his appendage and rubbed it against your sensitive spot, first in tiny licks, then in circular motions.

“Yoongi,” this time you called for real.

Finally happy with the result, he put down your leg and laid down behind you, placing his palm on your belly and sliding it under the shirt, feeling your naked skin.

“Kitten?” He called, making sure that you were actually awake.

“Yes.” You replied, your voice groggy.

“I want inside.” He murmured at your ear.

“Yes.” You confirmed, mind still a bit hazy with sleep.

“Yes what?” He asked with an arrogant chuckle.

“Inside. Please.” You whimpered, your hand stretching behind you and grabbing his sex.

“Let it be, Kitten. I’ll take care of it.” He slapped your hand away before he wrapped his fingers around his shaft, rubbing his tip against you. “You want it like this?” He said, nibbling your shoulder. “Want me from behind?”

You nodded, lifting your upper leg and hooking it back over his hip, offering him access. “You’re so good at spoons.”

He snickered. “Told you it was good.” He slid the tip in slowly, stretching your hole as the thick, red, spongy head breeched your inner cave. “Remember when we played twenty question here, in my house?” He said, voice raspy as he slid in all the way, stilling only once he bottomed out.

“I do.” You replied with difficulty, through gritted teeth. “I rubbed you through your pants unti you came.”

“You were fingering yourself while jerking me off.” He murmured. “You were there, so open about your pleasure, so unashamed.” He kissed you below your ear, slowly sliding out.

You whimpered as he parted from you, lifting your shirt and pushing his hand to your chest, his fingers immediately tweaking your nipple. You turned your head, trying to meet his lips, almost getting a crick in your neck at the effort. He slid in with a deep stroke, bending over you and joining your mouths.

“In that moment I realised I had to have you.” He groaned against your mouth.

“We hadn’t even kissed and you were thrusting yourself into my hand.” You mewled as he rubbed against the tender tissue inside you. “God, you always hit my sweet spot like this.” You cried out, giving him a few squeezes.

“So tight.” He cried out, purring against your ear. “And I hadn’t kissed you because I was afraid.” He said, almost as if he weren’t trying to possess every inch of you, as if it wasn’t the most difficult thing he had ever done, to stay perfectly still inside you as you milked him.

“Afraid.” You said, provokingly. “Ten dates in two months and you were afraid.”

“I knew that the moment I got my tongue in your mouth, I would never slow down.” He murmured, pulling out just barely before ramming into you. “I wanted to hear you moan for me from the first time I heard your voice. So soft. So sexy.” He groaned against your ear.

His hand moved to the other breast, your gaze focusing downwards, on his skeletal fingers, on the way they spread and constricted around your flesh. “Yoongi, I wanna cum.” You moaned, grinding your hips in circles while he gave tiny thrust that rubbed the head of his cock against your g-spot. “So good.” Your hand reached behind, grabbing his ass cheek and sinking your nails into the flesh, imprinting five red crescents into the skin, scratching it, marking it.

His other arm slid beneath you, fumbling a little as he substituted the one on your breasts, while the other one, a bit freer, moved up, to slip his fingers into your mouth. “Suck them, Kitten. Moan around them.” He said, pressing his index and middle finger on your tongue. “Make them wet before I rub them on your clit.” He murmured, giving small circles with his hips, feeling you clench around him.

“Close.” You moaned while he moved his fingers away from your tongue, right on your sensitive bud.

“Come on. Cum for me.” He groaned, rubbing his palm delicately over your nipple, teasing it barely, only the tip meeting the rough skin of his calluses. “Cum on my cock. Claim it. Come on.” He said, his voice strained, his hips pushing with quick small strokes, focusing on caressing and pressing against your sweet spot.

“Yoo—” You tried to speak his name but your mouth stayed open, a loud scream ripping from your throat, as it all became too much. “Yoongs, wait, fuck, too good!” You screamed as his fingers kept teasing you insistently, overstimulating you. “Yoongs, fuck, another!” You felt his thrusts become faster, harder as your second high approached.

“No no no no, please, stop!” You screeched, trying to tug his wrist away, while he kept it against your mound, tucked in tight.

“You know the word, ____.” He growled as he gave a few final strokes inside you, your whole body shaking with effort, your second high so incredibly strong that it took your voice away, your ears filled with a shrill beeping sound. “So good.” He hummed pushing your back into his chest as he stayed deep inside you, coating your cunt with his seed as he gave a couple tentative thrusts. “So fucking good, Kitten.”

“Yoongi,” you murmured with your voice hoarse.

“The whole neighbourhood will know about you getting that good dick,” He teased, slipping out of you and holding you tight, rolling you on top of him, and then on the other side of the bed, where he had laid the special blanket just for you.

“There’s the blankie.” You said, surprised.

“Yup. I laid the blankie for you.” He said, as he noticed you sitting up and tearing your t-shirt off your torso, throwing it away before you rolled your body on your front.

You smiled and nuzzled into the soft microfiber, anticipating the special treatment you were about to get.

“Are you ready, Kitten?” He asked, rubbing your ass, then letting his finger walk up your spine, carding through your hair and grabbing it, massaging your scalp with his hooked fingers.

“Yes, please.” You said, half still dizzy with your previous orgasms, and half dizzy with the anticipation for the ones that were about to come.

“Would you like to stay on your front?” He asked, stretching to the bedside table and unplugging the device, placing it away from your curious eyes.

“Yes? And then turn around?” You asked, turning your head to look at him, eyes sparkling with excitement. “Maybe you could play with my boobs, choke me a little, then fuck me again?” You said, arching your back and pushing your ass up, trying to lure him in, and at the same time rubbing your sensitive nipples against the soft fabric.

“Greedy little beast.” He said, patting your head affectionately.

You pushed your face against it, like an obedient little cat.

“Stay put, Kitten. I’ll come back in a second.” He said, dashing for the entry room lightning fast, rummaging in his backpack for his phone, finding it and murmuring a “aha!” before he headed back to the bedroom the small toy still placed in his palm, his fingers wrapped tight around it.

As he entered the bedroom he slowed down, looking at you kneeling with your ass up, your front pressed against the mattress, your arm trapped underneath you as your fingers played peekaboo between your legs, tickling your folds like the long, spindly legs of a spider.

“You got started without me?” He asked, looking at you with his phone in his hand, his other palm unfolding as he let the vaginal vibrator dangle from his fingers pinching the small cord that simplified extraction.

“Fuck it, I love you.” You chuckled, pushing your fingers inside, feeling how deeply he had stretched you.

“You only love me for the sex.” He said, grinning, making the vibrator swing back and forth like a pendulum.

“That’s not true.” You said, whimpering as you hit a really good spot. You giggled. “I also love you because you’re fucking filthy.” You teased.

He grinned his signature gummy smile and brought the toy to his face, his lips parting wide and wrapping around it, sucking it in his mouth.

Your eyes went wide at the gesture, the cord dangling like the tail of a mouse caught in the cat’s clutches.

He crawled behind you, placing down his phone as he caressed the back of you thighs, grabbing your ass and massaging it with his firm, strong hands.

“Put it in?” You asked, wiggling your butt in his grasp.

His right hand parted from your skin, pinching the cord and tugging at it, the toy popping out with a loud noise. “My filthy babe wants her cunt filled?” He asked, licking at his cum as it has oozed out of your slit, coating your inner thighs.

“Please, Yoongi.” You purred, using your fingers to part your labia.

He snickered and placed the toy on your entrance, letting it slide in one millimeter at the time.

You felt every single second of it, the slightly oval shape calling for a barely-there stretch at the tip, but hitting an almost-burning sensation once you reached the widest part, Yoongi devilishly stopping it there, his other hand disappearing from your leg.

That’s when the vibration started. Slow, steady, almost imperceptible.

“Yoongs...” You whined, stretching the vowels in a whining tone.

“Oh, quiet.” He shushed you, putting down the phone to caress your spine, “Be a good girl.” He murmured, scratching your butt before slapping it playfully. “You should keep up with the work out. Look at this ass.” He said, before letting his teeth sink in it.

You screamed, the toy finally sliding all the way in.

The vibrations started propagating inside you, together with his teeth tightening on your flesh. He would leave a mark for sure. It was only a matter of how harsh it would be, how long it would last.

He parted from your butt, pondering for a second whether he thought it a good idea to run his tongue down the junction of the two ass cheeks, teasing the hole in between.

Not yet. He felt like he should discuss it with you first.

To silence his doubts he parted from you, admiring the view, letting it eventually suggest him how to proceed.

He wished he could preserve the moment in his mind forever, even if he couldn’t quite see your face, your pretty nose scrunched and eyes shut as you focused on the feeling between your legs, trying to make it good enough to lead you to pleasure once more.

With his phone he let the intensity of the vibration grow just a bit. A very, very tiny bit.

“More.” You mewled, your fingers rubbing your clit.

There was his suggestion.

Sliding his hand up against your side, then forward, near your belly, he managed to take control of your wrist, pushing it away and trapping it behind your back. “I’m gonna give you more, but that’s all you’re gonna get, Kitten.” He warned, letting his thumb increase the vibration on the touch screen of his phone.

“Fuck it. Yes.” You said, as the stimulus became medium-intense.

And then mild again. “Don’t mess with me please, just please!” You cried out, writhing against nothing, parting your legs wider as he noticed the cord hang between your leg twitching with the tight contractions of your cunt.

“Oh, I shouldn’t?” He raised the controller all the way up.

“YOONGI!” You screamed, your body out of control as your legs gave out, pushing your hips against the mattress, the soft fiber of the blanket feeling divine on the delicate tip of your clit.

And then again the vibration quieted down, your brow furrowing as you felt your eyes get watery, huffing out, panting and grunting as you looked for relief, grinding against the bed desperately.

With a grin he let the vibration flutter on a middle ground, giving you a fleeting feeling of stronger and weaker stimulation.

“How does your tiny cunt feel, Kitten? Is it tight? Wet? Warm?” He asked, provokingly.

“It feels very— Yoongi!” You called again as he let you begin talking comfortably and then turned the vibrations all the way up, making you tear up and cry out his name.

“That’s right.” He said. “It feels me.” He toyed with the cursor on the upper side of the screen, letting it oscillate among the higher values. “It feels only me. Because that’s my cunt.” He said, talking over your small hiccups and whines. “And it’s the only cunt I want to be inside.” He snarled, bringing the controller down low again, your desperate sniffling making him feel compassionate as he let the vibrations go to the maximum and left them there, his torso rising over you as he let a dollop of spit fall from his lips to your puckered hole, his hand leaving your wrist and spreading over your ass, his thumb spreading his spit and pressing enough to cause a stimulation but gently, not to violate your delicate entrance.

“I’m so close.” You cried out, panting, your mouth so dry as you felt the wet slide of his finger between your ass cheeks, on the sensitive skin of your anus, where even the slightest outer pressure echoed inside tenfold.

“Cum for me.” He groaned, picking up your hips and laying his front against your back, rutting his crotch against the seam of your ass.

“I’m— Oh—” You stayed silent as the high rushed over you, an incredible amount of wetness pouring out of your slit, getting caught in the blanket, just the way it was supposed to, the double layer protecting the sheets below. “Oh, Yoongs, babe.” You said, your whole body falling down, your legs kicking and twitching as the vibration stayed too high on your still delicate spot.

“I wanna ride your face, quick I’m gonna c—” You tried to focus on not squirting again, waiting for him to get in place.

Mercifully, he turned down the vibrations, laying on his back, parting your knees and sliding below your pelvis, his mouth immediately finding your clit while you raised your front on your elbows, so you could make more room for him — but also to feel your breasts hang heavily, and to tease your nipples while the whole scene carried out.

Yoongi started sucking almost immediately, one of his hands spread on your ass, rubbing it and squeezing it, the other one toying with the controller, giving you that rhythmic increasing and decreasing stimulation while you got used to the feel of him on your clit.

And once more you were close, your inner muscles shaking violently as he hummed against you, clicking his tongue fast against your delicate bundle of nerves.

And just like that, your hips started undulating gently above him, giving him the sign to leave the vibrations high up as you moved your weight on your hands, raising your upper body to look a his eyes focused on your bouncing tits, on your parted mouth, on your eyes, rolling shut as you gushed on him, your cum covering his upper chest as you grabbed your left breast in your palm, constricting it in your painfully tight fist, while your hips went wild on him, fucking your clit into his mouth, moving so hard and fast that he lost his grip on it while you rubbed yourself all over his face, meeting his nose, his chin and simply chasing the feel of the hard surface of his lineaments against your overstimulated clitoris.

He basked in it, after all the time it had taken to have you this wild, this reckless while his mouth worked his magic on you. You had began your experience with him as a shy novice in the art of getting head, but now here you were, spreading your wetness all over his nose and chin and lips and dammit, forehead too, riding him with the prowess of a tiger, glorious in all your ruthless lust.

He was aroused by your confidence and it took him a while to realise that you had collapsed over him, crying, begging, your legs kicking against the mattress while your hand had left your breast and had tightened its grip into his hair, keeping his face still first while he tried to move it side to side. Now oversensitive, with tears in your eyes, you pushed his head away, down, off of you.

“Yoongi. Please. Oh, god. Icycle, Yoongi. Icycle.” You sobbed, your voice breaking as he quickly found the cord and pulled the vibrator out of you.

And there you were, laying barely alive on the bed, his head under your hips, the toy vibrating on the bed, somewhere.

He allowed himself one brief second before he lifted your hips and slid out from below you. “Kitten,” He said, worried, wiping his face and chest with a corner of the blanket while he switched off the toy, trying to turn you around, on your back, so he could see you properly.

Obeying to his insistent hands, you turned, showing him your eyes rimmed with tears, your wild hair, your chest, still shaking with sobs and hiccups.

“Poor Kitten.” He said, caressing your face. “You had to use your safeword, baby? Are you okay?” He asked, cupping your cheek and kissing you.

You immediately wrapped yourself around him as he laid on top of you, your lower lip pouting. “I want you closer.” You said, grinding your hips against his hard sex.

“Need to be fucked by my cock?” He asked. “Again?” With a gentle expression, he parted from you enough to pump his length a couple times before you felt him enter you.

The sensation was different. With the vibration gone, all you felt was the fullness, the thrusting motion that he started straight away now that your cunt was slippery and wide.

“Hard and fast, love?” He asked, checking on you.

You nodded. “If possible, then yes.” You said. “Can I please touch myself? I’m not sure I can cum without after that...” You explained, his head nodding as he already dove for your tits, tightening his hand around your neck — more precisely your jugular — while his mouth focused on your left nipple.

You felt him beginning to hammer into you, at the beginning with slow, thorough slides that had you feeling every single vein, from the tip to the base. And then he simply focused on the angle, your head growing dizzy as you gurgled his name, helpless, desperate, horny out of your mind, completely fucked out.

“Does it feel good, Kitten?” He asked, releasing your breast and focusing on your neck, biting and leaving a few bruises and hickeys around.

“Always.” You whispered, meeting his thrusts.

“Then move in with me.” He said, pouncing on you in the most unexpected moment.

“What?” You said, trying to open your eyes, to focus on his expression, his crunched nose, his lips parted and his hair sticking to his forehead with wet locks, the vein on his neck popping out every time he thrusted in and bit his lip in an attempt to control himself.

“Move.” Thrust. “In.” Thrust. He said, grunting.

He hit a very good angle, your fingers stilling on your clit. “Yoongi—” With a very smooth stroke, he made your eyes roll close, your lips parting in a tiny word. Very tiny.

“Yes.” You sibilated.

“Yes?” He asked again.

He had probably fucked you dumb and brainless.

“Yes.” You whispered again.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good in our home.” He said, ramming in with renewed enthusiasm, finding a speed and an intensity you didn’t think his delicate body could muster.

“Our home.” You murmured, pushing your heels into his butt and meeting his thursts with impatient little moans as you felt your last high approach, your eyes rolling shut as he tightened the pressure on your veins and finally collapsed on top of you, your fingers strumming your clit a couple more times before you felt that definite clenching; his mouth releasing a tiny hum as he gave two small strokes, his lungs releasing a long exhale.

“You’re moving in.” He said, exhausted on top of you. “I love you.”

In the small limbo between death and life, in the postorgasmic bliss of the French ‘small death’, you wore a small smile. “You fucked me dumb enough to make me say yes.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard my D is your kryptonite.” He joked, giggling weakly.

“This was probably your best performance, mr. Min.” You said, patting his head. “Really fucked me dumb. Cunnilingus so good I cried. It’s a ten across the board, love.”

“Well, now that you’re moving in I’ll have a lot more time to defeat my new record. Upgrade. Improve. Elevate.” He nibbled your nipple. “Outdo myself.”

“I don’t know if that’s a good or a bad thing. Good: getting the D anytime. Bad: having multiple near death experiences in a week. I might have to reconsider moving in.” You mumbled, combing his hair.

“I’ll simply have to keep you dumbfucked twenty-four-seven.” He pondered. “Can do.”

You giggled. “Can do.”

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The Words upon the Window Pane | Chanyeol

Genre: Smut, Angst (only a wee bit), PwP

Pairing: Auhor!Chanyeol x Reader

Warnings: Top!/Dom!Chanyeol, fingering, unprotected wall sex (ALWAYS do it safely, lads and lasses!), subtle dom/sub themes, swearing/cussing, dirty talk, love bites

Summary: The relation between Logic and Passion is often difficult for artists and certainly so when the involved parties dabble in words. Because language has the power to conceal the truth, to say what otherwise might not be said.

The words upon the window pane.

However, one night, a mouth is brave enough to at last utter them.

And to bring about unexpected consequences.

Author’s Note: The title is derived from the play of the same name by W.B. Yeats, who is, as you may or may not know, one of my favourite poets and greatest inspirations as of late. Furthermore, this is the first EXO smut piece to be written by this wee birdy, which hopefully shall not disappoint more experienced EXO-Ls.

All in all, I hope you enjoy the work of a feather.

Making a living as an author is not easy, especially when starting out and having only a single book to one’s name. However, Voice is not merely a literary tool to use in order to be heard, since it can also realistically become audible when speaking. All in all, it remains a fluent phenomenon and so it is of great benefit to storytellers to have mastery over it. To provide experiences that ignite vivid imagery thanks to simply creating an ambience with sound when not craftily doing the same on the page. Such is the talent of the author rapidly grown popular online due to a deep voice and funny personality, thousands of women drooling over the tailored experiences provided to them on multiple platforms.

But none of them has ever gotten the real deal, their sensual emotions remaining one-sided whereas those of a newbie novelist are answered.

Sometimes.

The relationship started after the romance department of the same publishing house contracting the famous erotic writer took a bold chance by offering a contract to an unknown name having just completed a manuscript about an innocent coffee shop romance. During the meeting with the assigned editor, icy pale locks wandered into the modern cafeteria and toward the table where a conversation about the next steps towards actual publishing took place, sitting down wordlessly and merely observing. Withal, basalt irises blatantly ignored rapidly flushing rosy cheeks on the adjacent seat, focused intently on the ones across the table that tried to maintain a steady composure.

Yet it crumbled bit by bit as genuine interest was shown during a spontaneous proposal to drink coffee together sometime after the editor held a brief round of introductions at the end of the important chat, which had gained an unintentional third participant. Piece by stiff piece got chipped away over warm beverages thereafter, talking about upcoming manuscripts and the professional giving a newbie a couple of tips to not stumble and, perhaps, fall without hopes of getting up.

And were entirely smoothed out among the sheets after the daring kiss when goodbye came on the first proper dinner date, Chanyeol leaning in without hesitance to rapidly turn a chaste caress of the cheek into sin once having been escorted safely to the front door of one’s own roof.

To make a heart fall for one which is unbound, according to the rumours spoken by the female tongues which all supposedly possess a sensual experience of sorts concerning the novelist. Notwithstanding, one can talk but not say anything, let alone the truth. Withal, the gossip has expanded while being in a strange type of relationship, always being the first to propose something to do and bleached smooth strands simply agreeing if the busy schedule allows it, of course. Spontaneous proposals for a movie night or trying out a new café are one-sided, the first time drinking coffee together being the sole occasion on which it came from the distant beloved. However, during the opportunities to be together, it never fails to feel genuine.

Sincere in spite of the mouths believing it is merely about sex, warning to get out now before it is too late.

The logical ship has left the safe haven.

It is too late.

Regardless of bravely sailing in an individual sea, the doubt can never be kept at bay since it lurks as a kraken in the darker waters coming up on the journey every now and again. After all, the fans of the deep voice catering supposedly “exclusive” experiences for them would loathe the fact their imaginary lover actually has a girlfriend. Moreover, the serpents roaming the office keep telling tales that steadily grow arms and legs, each limb stemming from the period in which minds were apart.

Those spans of time increase in frequency.

Lunch grows lonelier.

Days are spent in isolation.

Reassuring words do not hold significance on the floor of the publishing house nor on those of one of our apartments on a lucky night.

No acknowledgement.

All there is, is vagueness.

Just something.

Something.

Undefinable.

Certainly not pretty or comforting.

Empty. Yes, that is the best way to describe it.

Hollow, lonely, one-sided.

Unrequited.

And it takes away the hunger at the dinner table beneath the luxurious roof, the expensive wine and home-cooked meal using high-quality ingredients holding as much inherent value as a shilling in the gutter. So the fork is put down, the bite laboriously swallowed and focus averted from the porcelain plate presenting little yet seeming too stacked.

‘Baby, are you alright?’ Head cocked to the side in wonder, Chanyeol stops mid-bite, sensing something is off.

Something.

Always something is off.

Right now, it finds a voice in a lowly muttered remark as disappointed fingers shove the still full plate and cutlery away as far as possible. The stomach can live with the stone in it, like the heart slowly freezing itself thanks to the vicious tales of betrayal can continue to exist in ice. After all, even this week’s audio consisting of ‘’sexy’’ unboxing ramblings and testing out toys sent by mistresses somewhere else is but a mere drop in the overflowing bucket. ‘I’m not hungry.’

The limit has been reached.

End of the line.

Of this.

Us.

If there even ever has been a happy chronicling couple.

‘You’ve barely eaten.’ The unsuspecting fork picks up a perfectly grilled asparagus, endeavouring the feed a soul starved of happiness. A perfectly useless attempt at making things right for the culprit knows very well what goes on behind the scenes that are enacted every time at the workplace, the little faked though credible moments of two youngsters being solely friends but perhaps a bit more. No one knows for sure, but they do assume. Gossip has a way of being heard, even when feigning to ignore it in favour of personal fantasies. ‘At least have a few more vegetables.’

‘Did it...’ A wry smile carves itself on a face which is on the edge of tears, remembering every word said at the collective coffee machine in the cafeteria alongside the lovesick comments on every digital upload and equally sensual reaction to a novel novel. How can the detailed storyteller not notice the burning water droplets searing their way to the lash line?

Begging.

Begging to fall.

To be noticed.

Because they have had to hide so bloody long in loneliness.

Denied.

A significant detail.

‘Did it mean anything?’ God forbid that the words spilt between the sheets, on dates and in secrecy in the coffee corner did not hold any meaning. Withal, knowing how writers are for the craft is part of one’s own personality, there are no better tricksters. Words can be made pretty, cunningly serving to conceal the ugly truth.

‘What? Did what mean anything? Babe, what are you on about?’ The uncomprehending gravely worried furrowed brows relax, raven irises softening as they discover the tale of the Ice Queen’s heart and damnably igniting the thawing process. Looks can kill, as is the word on the street, and the big pale wolf knows it judging by the gentle smile only reserved for his foolish mistress. ‘You’ve been listening to gossip again. Look, I’ll say it again and I still mean it. I love you, Y/N. Only you. You ought to know that by now.’

The supposedly well-meaning palm resting between the abandoned dishes is not lovingly covered, digits remaining apart instead of entwining in blissful union. Instead, the chair is pushed back as the napkin that formerly rested on the lap is viciously thrown onto the table surface. Voice is barely controlled, dangerously close to cracking yet forced to maintain steady fury. ‘Don’t fucking lie to me! I know this means nothing.’

‘Means nothing? This means nothing?’ The actions are fiercely mimicked, the pleading tone in speech overruling the fabricated calm demeanour. ‘It does, babe. It really does.’

‘Yeah, right. As if you haven’t said that to one of those horny dolls who gladly listen to their fantasy boyfriend or read about all the wonderful things you’d do to them. What did you call them again? Your honeys?’ There is no stopping the jeering guided by the incomparable ache rendering every nerve paralyzed, an alternative ego who feels betrayed rising with every second of the outburst.

In the end, she, too, is one of many.

I am nothing.

‘Babe, please-’ Agonizingly following footsteps attempt to reason, begging to stay for a proper vis-á-vis to resolve this “problem” while making their way to the hallway.

Evidently without success. ‘Oh, piss off. I’m sure you had others in the time I was gone.’ The searing tears on lashes in the wee hall finally stream down the cheeks, lost in bittersweet memories of a time ruled by naivety. When every touch was so certain of love, felt protective and was believed to be sincere.

Notwithstanding, that was then.

This is now.

‘It really meant something to me, you know? I fucking gave myself to you because I stupidly trusted you, Chan! You were my first.’ A shake of the head brings about enough steadiness to remain coherent in speech, to at least keep a total breakdown at bay a little longer. The battle is almost won, a little bit more perseverance needs to be put in before all might become actually well. ‘But I could’ve, no, should’ve known better. So fuck off and leave me alone.’

Just as a hand reaches towards the knob of the front door, a firm palm wraps painfully around the left wrist. Once that power was loved, but now it is just that: hurt.

And it wants… needs to be left behind.

To make it pay for the solitude.

The agony needs to face the consequences.

‘No.’

The pain in the shape of the man who was believed to make up the world.

Stupid.

We both only have our stories to speak honestly in because they are the sole place where it is possible to be true.

Funny how a broken heart ignites a sense of creativity to exploit and there is a sudden haste to make use of it. Or so the mind wants this to be the reason behind the futile struggle for freedom for the real reason is the simple need to get away before breaking the character of the hard-headed sneering Ice Queen and leave oneself in fragments on the battlefield. ‘Let. Me. Go.’

A vicious tug makes feet stumble away from the entryway and slam into the wall opposite the stairs, Chanyeol’s face mere inches away and obsidian irises burning with sorrowful rage that has grown from incomprehension. All acting halts at once, alarmed breath coming out ragged as the powerful gentleman is sought frantically on a quietly raging beautiful expression. ‘I won’t. Not until you finally listen to me and know who you belong to, young lady.’

Slender digits clad in a chic ink-black jacket roughly push aside underwear, unapologetically disappearing beneath the skirt to exert sexual dominance as lips powerfully nullify all chances at protest. ‘This is mine. Only mine. All I can think about these days, so much so I can’t even write without giving you a role in my novel.’

The possessive growling fuels the heat below, slowly reducing the hurtful stretch, as all vocabulary is lost in the marks left behind on the throat by stark white teeth. Miraculously, the ability to resist the temptation remains although it falters and starts to stutter in the strong secure warmth of a familiar palm at the end of the spine. ‘I- I don’t be- believe you.’

‘Who do you think is more credible?’ A rough mind-boggling thrust goes paired with the branding being interrupted to snarl against a slightly open mouth, dominant despite oddly affectionately resting foreheads against one another and chuckling as haphazard fluttery palms rest on broad shoulders. ‘The man who loves you or some women you don’t even know?’

In spite of being barely able to respond, a piece of hateful Logic remains and is capable of jeering and mocking the question that should have served to set things right. ‘But y- you could’ve fucked.’

‘I didn’t. Listen to me, young lady.’ The hand that formerly rested on the small of the lower back rises to envelop the throat, forcing a lock of gazes while enchantingly cutting off access to air. ‘Ever since we met, I’ve been yours. I’d never give anyone else a role in my novels because nobody inspires me like you do.’

‘D- Don’t stop.’ There is too much deliria to persist in protesting, each movement beneath fabric erasing the thought of resisting the platinum wolf as soon as it arises. Instead, it gives rise to memories of beautiful naive nights that make up the horror and delight of an insane mistress of letters, both inside the pages and outside.

Throwing the heart back into bittersweet love.

‘Ah, there she is. There’s the helpless little slut I know.’ With an ashamedly wet noise, slim fingers undo the bodily connection that had been greedily gone along with, leading to an inevitable displeased whine that evokes a lovely dark chuckle.

A nudge of the nose asks to follow the focus of the seemingly only sane mind, see what the writer wants to be noticed without resorting to loathsome spoon-feeding. It is all in the details, that is where the heart of the tale lies. ‘See that?’

Lashes flutter innocently as gaze wanders lower and lower to restricting dusk-shaded denim, wordlessly remarking on the considerable outlined shape that the idiotic heart and persona meant to have walked out the door greatly want to exploit. ‘Only you do that to me, Y/N.’ An almost sweet peck on the forehead turns attention upward briefly before receiving another on the lips, after which a command makes hands act in too enthusiastic desirable greed. ‘Undo the zipper.’

It takes little time nor effort to force down sturdy and elastic fabric to bare burning desire to the chill air in the hallway. And it takes even less than that very same moment to be pinned against the wall once again, thighs supported by iron hands promising to never let go, and directly connect in body and soul.

Willingly.

Beautifully.

‘Fuck, every time is like the first. I remember our, grm, hrm, first night. How you begged me to go harder-’ the speed accelerates, snarls growing more and more savage with every advance as behaviour, too, becomes wonderfully harsher, ‘rough you up. All the while acting like an innocent doe, turning me on. Mewling, pinned to the bed, forced to take me. God, I love it when you’re like that. Helpless. Powerless. Submissive.’

Every word is accentuated by an animalistic thrust, a sweet kiss on the side of the neck contrasting with the teeth leaving behind plum marks of possession at equal intervals. A low rumble of delight at platinum locks being pulled on vibrates in the buff chest lovingly keeping the spine against the wall, rejoicing in the flowing waterfall of mere meek noises.

Exactly as we were during the first night.

Loving now as we had before.

Honestly.

Snarling sweet nothings against skin while erasing every thought in the chase for the satisfaction of primal desire. When tears of analyzed sadness turned into those of unadulterated pleasure. ‘Crying as you take my cock deep inside that dripping little pussy.’

‘Cha- Chanyeol-’ There are no words to break through the haze of bittersweet nostalgia, leaving the sentence unfinished. It does not matter for all focus is turned towards reaching temporary enlightenment as fast as possible in the most savage manner.

‘Cum on that cock, baby. Cream that fucking cock.’

Any sense of resistance that somehow managed to linger, loathing Logic deeming the act wrong in every aspect and begging for liberation, is erased in an instant as the command is pressed onto firm lips.

It is wonderful.

Incredibly gorgeous.

Having Chanyeol wrap his storytelling palm around the throat once more as the other presses bodies together until there cannot possibly be any distance left. Wolfish grunts fall from cushiony lips, chanting maddening “mine, mine, mine”s, while sprinting during the final bit of the primitive race, soon reaching the white light found between shivering thighs.

Who are crying silently in a paradoxical mixture that cannot be kept alive consisting of sensual delight, heartbroken self-hatred and rage directed towards loved pale locks.

Tears to, fortunately, be noticed once reason returns enough to no longer be under the influence of the desirable beast beneath the skin. Henceforth, it is the incredible author who affectionately wipes away the droplets running over the cheeks as onyx irises soften in comprehension of pain. ‘Hey, don’t cry, Y/N. Remember what I promised you?’

A head shake shows ignorance because there have been a great number of promises until now, which is acknowledged by the low chuckle that never fails to allow the usual guard to be let down and now disrupts the quiet panting betraying a sliver of glad exhaustion. The simple sound never fails to make the chest puff a little in pride and veins to bask in a loving warmth, even after being frozen in place without hopes of crumbling thanks to the vivid rumours floating around the office. ‘I know I have promised you a lot, but one thing is that I’d never make you cry because I’d never dare to break your heart. I genuinely love you, seriously am head over heels for you. Can you believe me when I say that?’

It is hard to respond negatively when bodies are still one and foolishly trusted palms envelop the cheeks, resulting in wavering speech on the verge of cracking. Withal, a little bit of strength is gathered from the tight grip on defined biceps engraved with ink. ‘I wa- want to, but... the gossip...’

‘Listen.’ A long tender kiss muffles the sobs aching to be released alongside the gasp at the sudden hollow feeling when the physical spell is lifted. Another one asks for focus on talking things over instead of paying attention on the faint sound of liquid dripping onto the hallway tiles. ‘You crying makes me want to cry because it hurts me to see you like this. It really does, babe. And people will always talk, but, perhaps, it might help if we go public? I have an interview soon.’

‘People will think I’m only dating you for your money.’ No matter if a statement will be made, the way of thought lies outside the influence of words. Authors know this first and foremost for each sentence that is penned down fails to fully convey what might be going on in vivid imagination and thus fails to be entirely understood.

A bittersweet smile tugs on the corners of the mouth as messy snow white locks fall obscure the sight of lips drawn into a stern line speaking melancholically, mocking oneself. ‘I wouldn’t mind if you’d do.’

With more fierceness than expected, an answer to the rhetorical assumption bursts from a panicked mouth uncensored, clutching the soft fabric of clothes as if not doing so will induce an unbridgeable abyss. ‘But I don’t!’

‘I know that, Y/N. I know.’ Thumbs start to caress the sides of the face, somberly smoothing the anxious sorrow in self-reflection. ‘You know I hate losing, be it games or bets, but- but I- I-‘ Breaths grow short as tears start to brim in the corner of beautiful almond-shaped eyes. Hands fall away from the cheeks to wrap around the middle, the waist caught in a sturdy grip. Foreheads rest against each other and the arms of a claimed mistress wrap around the neck, fingertips playing with the pale strands at the back. ‘I would scorn myself if I’d lose you.’

‘You’ll lose readers if we go public.’ After all, not everyone enjoys a real life romance and certainly not those imagining one individual as their partner while he is, in truth, already faithfully bonded to another woman.

‘Doesn’t matter, I don’t care. If they’re true fans, they’ll be happy for us.’ Chanyeol’s voice has renovated its ocean deep steadiness, tiny lights appearing out of nowhere to illuminate a sudden bright cheery idea in a nightly gaze creating a bit of distance. ‘You know what? I’ll buy you a ring and a matching one for myself so everyone can see you’re mine.’ A palm shows itself from behind the small of the back to grab the left wrist and trace over the second-to-last digit. ‘To wear on this finger.’

‘You’d do that?’

‘Yes.’ The breathless chuckle is strangely melancholic yet delighted, the curious combination taking over demeanour entirely. ‘Yes, of course. Anything to keep you with me.’ The mere embrace suddenly turns into an inescapable hug, broad shoulders blocking out the world that wants to be temporarily forgotten. ‘I want you with me, only you. Please, stay with me. Here.’ The nose often kissed in the morning or cheekily out of sight of the publishing house staff nuzzles the side of the neck, whispering against the warm skin. ‘I want you to move in.’

‘Is that a wish or a command? I’m my own person, you know?’ The weak attempt at humour is seemingly appreciated, Chan tangibly chuckling before sighing in relief when being kissed on the top of the head.

‘There she is, there’s my good clever girl.’ Foreheads come to rest against each other once more in the air scented by whatever remains of dinner, perspiration and our perfumes combined, creating a weird musky howbeit fruity undertone. The chin is lifted by a curled finger after calmly being put to rest against the wall instead of being fully at the mercy of the writer’s engraved arms. ‘But you know very well what I mean, young lady.’

‘I do,’ fingertips bashfully run over the side of the storyteller’s neck, leaving behind a growling trail of anticipating goosebumps before rising to comb through pale strands, ‘sir.’

‘Don’t.’

A peck.

‘Tease.’

A kiss.

‘Me like that.’

Lip caught between teeth.

And freed once having clearly asserted dominance. ‘I’m yours.’ Although the inquiring peck on the cheek does not partake in the sensual teasing but is severe in character. ‘And you’re mine?’

Catching on to the need for credibility, the erotic novelist acknowledges it while sweetly yet sincerely murmuring. ‘Entirely yours. Not just in stories or audios, in real life as well. As long as possible, until we no longer breathe. This I promise.’

And thus this part of our tale ends, the fragment of the middle part leading to the end.

Of that which ink cannot fully capture on paper, in sounds or on skin.

Withal, it is not necessary because we have each other for inspiration and retellings.

Musing.

In love.

In medias res.

#ksmutclub #EXO #EXO smut #EXO x Reader #Chanyeol #Park Chanyeol #LOEY

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mythicalsecretsanta · 5 years ago

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Wins Deserve Rewards (E)

This gift is for the Mythical fandom! Ships: Rhett/Link/Josh. Rating: Explicit PWP. No wives, established Rhink, all sexual encounters were talked about and negotiated ahead of time. I also wrote and edited this in like 2 hours so sorry for the mistakes. From your Secret Santa, Jen (AKA @silverloveless)

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“Damn Rhett,” Link panted as he was pushed up against the door of their shared office. Rhett mouthing at Link’s neck as Link ran his fingers through Rhett’s hair pulling hard as he felt Rhett’s leg push through his own knees.

They were still riding from the high of winning show of the year at the Streamys earlier in the night. After the backstage interview Stevie hurried them and the rest of the crew back to the office. Food and drinks ordered for delivery, and by the time they got there everything was ready to go for an impromptu victory celebration. However all though the evening Rhett and Link we edging closer and closer to each other.

It started with Link leaning into Rhett’s space more and more. Rhett’s own hand sneaking its way around Link’s waist. They never split apart from each other as they made their way around the office thanking and being congratulated by their team. There was an edge to their touches. The adrenaline from the win never waning. They felt the need build and build; hands became more demanding. As the rest of the crew started getting ready to go home or figuring out how to share a Lyft the pair drifted away from the group.

“Can’t believe we finally did it Bo,” Rhett whispered as he pulled back from Link, pulling Link’s tie loose moving to slide his Jacket off as well. After Link’s arms were free again the moved to do the same to Rhett. This time though Link went further unbuttoning Rhett’s shirt practically ripping it off. Before Link could continue though Rhett grabbed him and pushed him down onto the sofa in their office.

“Now I know we talked about this before, but what a better time to let ourselves indulge than after a win. I already talked to him, and if you’re down for it he’s just on the other side of the door,” Rhett said as he stood over Link. Damn he thought to himself. Link was there shirt barely hanging on. Chest heaving up and down as a flush covered his whole self. Salt and pepper hair as messy as his lips were swollen from the kiss.

Link bit his lip. “Fuck Rhett really?” Link’s hips gave a short thrust at the idea of who was behind the door.

“Yes, Yes please Rhett. We did so good today we deserve some fun,” Link just smiled. They had talked about this before. There was no doubt in their love for each other, but the way they would get off talking about including someone was something they never though would actually strengthen their relationship.

Rhett just smirked as he made his way to the door, and opened it to reveal none other than Josh there at the doorway his tie already loose around his neck, the sleeves of his pink shirt already pushed up around his elbows. “Damn Josh,” Link said from the couch as Rhett pulled him into the office by the front of his shirt.

Rhett pushed lightly at Josh’s back as he led him to stand right in front of link. “Tell him what you told me when I asked you about this before we left for the awards,” Rhett said as he trailed his hands up and down Josh’s arms.

“I wanted this so bad Link. I’ve been rubbing myself raw thinking about the two of you. Being between the two of you. I’d be lying if I hadn’t thought of using both of your cum in a recipe,” Josh just smirked. Rhett just laughed out loud as he directed Josh’s head to face him and leaned in to give him his first taste. Link just moaned looking at the two kiss. He quickly opened up his fly to give himself some relief from the building pressure.

“Look at that Josh. He’s so horny he can’t even wait. Just has to stroke his dick as if he can’t help himself,” Rhett said moving to take off his own pants.

“Why don’t you catch up with the rest of us,” Rhett continued. He moved to sit next to Link on the couch, leaning into kiss Link open mouthed kisses being exchanged between the two. Josh stared hypnotized as the two kissed slowly savoring each other. He snapped out of it and quickly undressed. The boys staring at the body stripping in front of them. The toned biceps lead up to a broad chest and the beginning of an impressive six pack.

“Fuck Rhett he has such a cut V and look at that cute dick,” Link said as he pushed himself up from the couch beckoning Josh over. Once Josh was close enough Link pulled him in by the hips and kissed up the crease in his hips alternating sides before he worked his way further down.

“Last chance,” Link said as his hot breath hit against Josh’s dick causing it to jump slightly at the feel of the heat against his straining hard dick taught against his own stomach.

Without even answering Josh just pushed into Link’s space pushing him back into the couch as he straddled Link grinding down hard, wrapping his arms around Link’s neck. Rhett moved behind Josh kneeling down behind Josh, “Come on Link use those muscles of yours to lift him up a bit more. I don’t want this part to be the reason my back aches tomorrow morning.” Link wrapped his hands just under Josh’s ass as he lifted the man’s ass up to a taller height.

Rhett leaned in and as he spread Josh’s cheeks open he liked a wide path up from Josh’s balls up to his opening. Josh just whimpered as he felt Rhett’s beard rub up against his ball, his tongue burying itself deep into Josh. “That feel good son,” Link asked as he directed Josh to look right in his eyes. “That feel of his beard rubbing harsh against your taint as his soft tongue spreads you open. Huh you like that? Answer me.”

Josh just whimpered more as a darker blush took over his face as he was forced to look Link straight in the eyes as one of his bosses ate him out. “M..,” Josh sighed out.

“What was that,” Link said as he gripped Josh’s chin hard pulling him till their lips ghosted over each other. “Spit it out son.”

“More more please. Ah,” Josh cried out in the next moment as Rhett leaned back and replaced his tongue with two of his fingers.

“Come on Link help get him ready for both of us,” Rhett used his free hand to pull his boyfriends hands from Josh’s ass and lubed them up from one of the numerous bottles they kept in the office. Once Josh was taking three fingers he finally pushed in Link’s fingers along his.

“Ah ah. So big. Both of your hands should be illegal,” Josh said as he rested his head against Link’s shoulder just trying to relax. Link and Rhett continued till he could take three fingers from each.

“Come on Josh lets’ help the old man out and not throughout his back trying to fuck a hot piece of ass with his boyfriend,” Link licked a line up Josh’s neck as he pulled is fingers out of the chef. Josh just whimpered at feeling empty after feeling so stuffed. Link moved to lie down on the couch as he helped position Josh over him.

“Ready for the first half,” Link said eyebrow raised. Josh wouldn’t believe the clumsy man from a few hours ago was the same person as the sex driven man under him. Link and Rhett’s hands met over Josh’s hips as the younger grabbed hold of Link’s dick, coating it in lube before holding it still as he lowered himself onto it. Link let out deep exhales as he felt the tight heat slide down his dick. Josh was so tight that he had to breath deep to calm himself out of cumming one second to the next.

“Slow and steady right now Josh,” Rhett said as he helped to lift Josh up and down getting use to the feeling of being filled by Link.

After a few minutes Josh pulled Rhett closer turning to kiss him as he came to a halt giving Link a squeeze as he raised himself up onto his knees leaning further onto Link. “Come on Bo, the water feels great,” Link snickered. Rhett stood up straighter on his knees lubing himself up before he slowly began to push into Josh trying to go slow to allow the younger to adjust to the new girth.

Link was helping in his own way focusing on licking and sucking at Josh’s nipples trying to get him to relax more to allow Rhett to sink further in.

By the time the two were flushed tight against Josh’s ass, Josh had already collapsed onto Links’ chest unable to support himself. The feeling of being so full overwhelmed him so much he could only focus on the feeling of pleasure and the slight edge of pain from the stretch. Before he knew it though both men fucking him picked up their pace. It felt as if Rhett as was using all his strength to ram into Josh in hard long strokes that gave enough stimulation that Link was just able to push in and out in a minimal effort to drive them all crazy.

Both men noticed Josh’s breathing pick up, the small whines that he made in the beginning were starting to get louder and higher pitched as he got closer and closer to the edge. Josh’s own dick trapped against Link’s stomach providing enough stimulation that a hand wasn’t needed to bring him closer and closer to the edge.

“That’s it Josh. Come on. Cum like slut you are,” Rhett growled as he continued to flex his hips hard; the sound of his hips slapping against Josh’s ass barely overshadowing his voice. Josh tightened in the next instant as he came all over his and Link’s stomach. “Fuck,” Link yelled out as he followed right after. A few more thrusts later and Rhett followed. His cum mixing with Link’s stuffed inside of Josh.

As they gained their breath they gently pulled away from each other. Link quickly getting some baby wipes that had stashed away to clean themselves up while both older men helped to clean and comfort Josh after the exertion his body went through. After they were finally dressed Josh said, “Guys lets go get Taco Bell. I am craving the same ingredients in three different dishes.”

Link just laughed as Rhett agreed, “Alright come on Josh. We’ll take you home afterwards.”

“Or we could get drive through and have round two before we eat,” Josh trailed off in a questions.

This time Rhett laughed while Link said, “I like the way you think Josh.”

#mythical secret santa 2019 #rating: E #fandom wishlist #rhink #submission #type: fic

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ice-daddy-vitya · 6 years ago

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GET TO KNOW YOUR RP PARTNER! ( repost, please don’t reblog )

BASICS

▐ NAME ALIAS: Sushi. I prefer not to use my IRL name. ▐ PRONOUNS: They/He ▐ SEXUALITY: Pansexual/ Demisexual/ Polyamorous ▐ TAKEN OR SINGLE: I have three wonderful partners ▐ FIVE FACTS:

I majored in opera and classical music in college

I originally majored in aeronautical engineering when I was 18 and planned to be an AirForce pilot with the eventual career in NASA. Had a scholarship and everything... but then I got sick. (I was even in flight school and learned to fly a plane before driving a car!)

I’m transgender/ non-binary

In addition to music, I also enjoy writing, video games, and astronomy (yes, it’s a hobby now since I can’t actively work in the field atm)

I’m disabled and a spoonie, chronic pain and chronic illness don’t stop me from doing what I do, though!

Bonus Fact: I also cosplay and work for anime cons locally

EXPERIENCE

▐ HOW LONG ( YEARS/MONTHS ): I’ve been roleplaying since I was 12 years old, so I’d say going on 18 years total now? ▐ PLATFORMS USED: I’ve been roleplaying since the days of Y! Messenger, AIM, and back when Skype was still MSN Messenger. I also used to admin a few rp forums back in the day, and was highly active in the original Sailormoon dot com chatrooms. ▐ BEST EXPERIENCE: My longest lasting and most used OC is the first one I ever created. I owe a lot of character building to a very old rp partner and friend from the old days of rp. Though my current best experiences go to the long term (almost a year long +) rps i’ve had going with two of my current partners. It’s amazing when you meet someone on your same writing level and find you’re like-minded when it comes to your ideas and writing style.

MUSE PREFERENCES

▐ MALE OR FEMALE: Neither. If I can play someone andro or NB I prefer it, though I suppose I’m more drawn to masc characters since coming out. I’ve only been rping males or male aligned characters for two years, though. Prior to that I only explicitly rped femmes.

▐ FAVORITE FACE: Any pretty bishounen style masc characters with long white flowy hair and almond shaped eyes. Calling myself out right now.

▐ FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT: How about... long term rps that include all of these elements plus a plot driven storyline with heartfelt meaning behind every reply? Because these genres individually are extremely boring to me without something to hold it up as a backbone. The only thing I might enjoy on occasion is PWP. That’s it.

▐ PLOTS OR MEMES: Plot. I personally can’t stand starting serious RPs based on those “ask meme” posts. They’re cute for Tumblr IC interactions, but not prose writing. And I prefer writing my rps anywhere but Tumblr.

▐ LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: Somewhere in the middle. Intros I enjoy being lengthy because I love world and character building and establishing a setting before jumping into anything else. However, I also don’t like replies to be too short. If you don’t give me something to work with (I don’t need an essay...) but if you can’t tell me what your character is doing/thinking/feeling in response to my character... then the scene isn’t going to go anywhere and I’m going to most likely lose interest in it. Even in dialogue, I feel like I should know what your character is doing or the emotion behind how they’re saying something - since it’s entirely possible for the same line to be spoken in a multitude of ways and have a different meaning every time.

▐ BEST TIME TO WRITE: Whenever I’m well rested and have proper time to dedicate to a response. I teach, so my freest times are early morning, late evenings, or weekends.

▐ ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSES: Depends on the muse, honestly. I have muses I can relate to almost completely, while some are the complete opposite of who I am IRL. I enjoy playing muses that are different than myself, since it allows me to explore different mindsets and cultures and ideas that I wouldn’t normally think of on my own.

For example, Viktor is an alcoholic - I hate alcohol. However, we both suffer from depression and have similar methods of coping with it. In reality, though, I relate to both him and Yuuri equally when it comes to mental health. Unhealthy coping mechanisms for both anxiety AND depression while loathing in self doubt? That was the majority of my early 20s. There are major differences, though, like how I don’t have Viktor’s extroverted personality or flirtatious behaviors. Or how I differ from Yuuri because I don’t have the familial support he has to help him realize his self doubt isn’t true.

A character I find I have a LOT in common with is a more recent one. Similar to Shiro, I’m disabled, queer, was a student pilot for the military, dealt with doubt from peers and loved ones, and have an unhealthy habit of putting myself last while trying to take on the weight of protecting everyone else first. There’s a lot more, but those are some basics. Then, of course, there are characters entirely unlike myself like Lotor or Keith.

TAGGED BY: @vkusno-viktor (it still wont let me properly tag you even on laptop)

TAGGING: No one. Whoever wishes to do this can do so.

#munday #ooc #about the mun #sushi speaks #tagged

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hoodoo12 · 7 years ago

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a PSA, of sorts

[this post references Rick and Morty, but it spans them all. Just insert your own favorite fandom whenever you read it, and it applies to you]

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This is a post I’ve been thinking about for a while. To keep it within the Rick and Morty fandom, I’d add a screengrab of “A Rickle in Time” with the popular Rick quote: “…you’re young, you’re unsure of your place in the universe…” etc. etc.

But this is serious. It’s meant to be a little bit of ‘rah rah you can do it” and also a little bit of tough love. It’s not meant to be insulting. My audience isn’t incredibly large, but I would like to speak to this anyway.

It’s to address fanfic writers.

I think most people get into fanfiction writing to get scenarios out of their brains. Obviously it’s a creative outlet. It can be fun. It can be incredibly frustrating. It can help explore feelings and different thought processes, and open new lines of thought, because there are no boundaries.

Specifically regarding Rick Sanchez, one of the appeals (to me) of his character is that within canon there is an infinite number of him. They may share some common characteristics, but they’re all not C-137. So a writer can write whatever Rick they want, push his buttons, see how he reacts; then with that bit of knowledge modify your behavior or push him further.

Fanfiction should be fun: There are no deadlines to meet, no editor reading through your stories and “suggesting one teensy change” (that throws the whole thing off), no one forcing you to do it at all. It’s for you.

I know it’s been said over and over, but writing is personal. Yes, you can get prompts from people who request things you’d never considered. Yes, you can analyze your audience and put out something you believe will hit the mark. But the old adage, “write the story you want to read” is profoundly true. Whether or not people adore it as much as you do is hit or miss; you don’t have control over that. To use well-known, published authors writing a very similar theme as an example, Coraline by Neil Gaiman is wildly popular. Un Lun Dun by China Mieville is also an excellent book, but much less known. Why? I have no clue. It is what it is.

It took me a bit of time to find my voice in the R&M fandom. Other people write in a different style. With different purpose. Their expression of Rick is different than mine. That doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy their works; it doesn’t mean I’m not envious of their abilities! But I am comfortable with what I write. Differences don’t mean I’m threatened; they’re just differences.

Now, to address younger writers, or writers with less experience, or writers with less confidence:

Everyone starts somewhere. Everyone has stumbling blocks. If you stick at it long enough, you’ll look back and see that the stumbling blocks became stepping stones.

Most young writers (“young” meaning age and/or experience) write things that the cold, indifferent internet will lambast you for. Mary Sues. Exhausted, boring plots. Canon characters being written OOC. It happens. A very large majority of writers do that at first. Self-inserts are easy. The trick is to write it so it’s interesting to other people. (If you don’t think I imagine myself between two SEAL Team Ricks when I write it, you’re 100% wrong!)

The internet is a wonderful, amazing thing that brings people together from all over the globe. The internet is also a clown-town-fuck-the-world-shit-show that brings people you’d never want to meet in real life into your bedroom. So you’re going to get support, and you’re going to get criticized.

But!

Print is the most unreliable source of information. Period.

Reading words on a screen is the most notorious way to infer meaning incorrectly. There is no sarcasm font. There is no true way of knowing if someone is being truthful, kind, sincere—or on the flip side, dishonest or sarcastic. Satire comes across as malicious. Something that was meant to be parody is read as vicious.

Writing isn’t easy. It can be fun, but it isn’t easy. It’s putting a shard of your soul out there. It hurts when it feels like you’re being attacked. It’s discouraging when you feel like you’re being belittled.

However, to finally use an appropriate Rick quote,

“It’s your choice to take it personally.”

If you want to write stories where the main character is a magical elf who seduces Rick, have at it! If you want to write stories where Rick is a flying llama-corn, do it! If you want to write PWP, be my guest! If you want to write gripping, emotional roller-coaster sagas, please do! If you want to write deep, philosophical character studies, by all means, yes!

Then post them, or not. The choice is yours. The power is yours. If what you write is for your eyes only, then enjoy it privately. You obviously know that if something is posted, people may remark on it—good or bad. If something seems harsh, your choices are to respond to it, or ignore it.

Authors will tell you they need to write. People who think they want to write need to write. It’s hard not to compare yourself to others (that’s human nature!), but the only way to get better or find your voice is to do it.

I strongly support new authors. As old as I am, I remember how tough it was to put my works out there! Being supportive doesn’t mean I’m going to love every little thing that everyone creates—I stay away from wattpad, for example—but I will encourage new authors to keep going. Stretch those writing muscles. Just like physical exercise, it hurts. But eventually you can build your strength up enough to tear phone books in two (I’m dating myself with a “phone book” reference, I know!); eventually prose comes more naturally too. There will still be doubts. There will still be stories that miss the mark. But you gain confidence and enjoy what you’re doing because you’re doing it, for you.

Now get out there and write. The world needs more fanfiction.

#my opinion #fanfic #fanfiction

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“You Win or You Die” - M/M Game of Thrones/ASoIaF RP (email, 18+)

Hey, all! My name is Liz, I’m 30, and quarantine’s got me itching for fantasy. XD I know it’s not the big thing that it was several years ago (or even a favorite after last year >_>...), but I hope there’s still some people out there who’d like to toss around some Game of Thrones AU ideas with me! Let’s tweak the failures of the ending seasons or throw them out altogether and do something different! I am very fond of “everybody lives” AUs and flipping things around, haha. I’m also a fan of Jon/Dany ruling the throne together (after earning a happy ending, of course! Let’s have some fun! **I would also like to try a Jaime/Rhaegar pairing - maybe Rhaegar somehow survives the battle against Robert and goes into hiding, only to resurface years later? I’d love to play around with a broken, lost Rhaegar and a doubting Jaime in the aftermath of Robert (and Ned’s?) death! (Bold italic = a character that I’d prefer to play in a pairing Italic = I can play either character in a pairing) Pairings: Jon/Daenerys**** Robb/Theon Renly/Loras**** Jaime/Rhaegar**** ALSO Jon/genderbent!Daenerys***** Loras/genderbent!Sansa Jon/Satin Jon/Samwell**** Marvel/MCU Along with GoT, I’m also interested in Marvel! Specifically tales about our dear God of Thunder, Thor. I’d love to do something around the time of “The Dark World” or something like a warlord/jotun AU.. I have several more ideas (of varying depth and complexity, lol. Also perhaps involving Loki’s shape-shifting powers and/or some compromising positions….XD), and would love to discuss! Pairings Thor/Loki (also warlord!Thor/Jotun!Loki)*** BONUS Twilight I’m looking to scratch another itch that never quite got scratched. Namely, Twilight - but genderbent. Bella becomes Beau (or something else), and everyone gets aged up a fair bit, overall story changes, etc. I’m quite inspired by a line I was working once with a lovely partner that never quite got off the ground (and whose idea I was greatly inspired by), and I’d still quite like to explore it now. I’d love to do a riff on the books/movies, but going our own way (and, of course, tweaking things in the original that Just Didn’t Make Sense. **coughsparklingcough**) We definitely don’t have to hold to the ‘high school romance’ trope - in fact, I’d rather we didn’t! I’d love to do something with a college-aged male!Bella and an Edward who is, as well, aged up a bit - perhaps in their early-to-mid 20’s? What if the two meet, not as a result of schooling, but due to being co-workers? Or just out on the street one day? And there’s more of a focus on the murders going on in Forks? As well, what if the whole ‘vampire/werewolf rivalry’ doesn’t exist? Simply because I’d like to focus on the one main pairing (but wouldn’t mind having Jacob in as, like...a best friend? Actually giving him a personality outside of ‘romanceable person B’? Anyway, I’d just like to toy around with things and see what might come of it! Pairing Edward/male!Bella ~~~~~ Rules: Being 30, I can and do write smut. As such, I will only write with you if you're 20+. I'm sorry, it has nothing to do with talent or ability; it's simply a matter of comfort on my end. I'm also not into PWP/Smut for smut's sake. I like my sexy times to come up naturally in the narrative and help to move a story along. However! I am just as happy getting an R+ scene going and letting it fade naturally, if it's something we're both rather more comfortable with. I find that smut is not always necessary to make a good story. Similarly, I am looking for a partner that's mostly-literate (few spelling errors outside of typos, decent comprehension of the English language, some fair amount of detail in replies; something to work with). I myself have been writing and role-playing for 15+ years. My personal style is third-person paragraph-format (with a preference for past-tense, though I can do present-tense, if we decide together that it works better), and fairly detailed at that - especially when my inspiration is up. I like to explore my characters and their motivations just as much as the scene around them and the actions that they are responding to. I can write multiple paragraphs per post, but will happily match you, as well, depending on how the flow goes. However, I would ask that, at a minimum, you write one paragraph. Ideally 2-4 per post, but more is always welcome, and less is understandable. I know that dialogue-heavy scenes can be sporadic and choppy, and that muses don't always cooperate. That's perfectly fine! I just need something to reply to, and in return will give you the same! I try to reply at least once a day, but this can shift to several times a week, depending, as I do have a job, and my availability can fluctuate depending on how busy I am and how fickle my muse is. I freely admit this, and let you know that there is absolutely no pressure. I am a very chill person. If we can only get several posts per week on both ends, that's completely cool! We all have lives. More often than not, it will be at least once a day, even if it's just checking in and chatting through OOC just to work on plot or to chat about our day! I am looking for someone who enjoys plotting and chatting and who's not afraid to toss ideas back and forth - but, as well, who understands if one of us won't be around for a day or so. I'm looking for someone who, likewise, doesn't mind tossing ideas out at odd hours of the day/night and chattering just to chat because the rush of ideas is too much. Flexibility is great! Most of all, I just want to have fun! I'm very open and friendly, and will listen to everything you say. If there is something that bothers you, or you have a limit that we haven't gone over, please let me know! I'd like things to work out for both of us! As well, if you've reached out to me in the past and would like to try again (or even pick up an old thread), I happily welcome you to send me a message! I'm completely chill! Limits: Vore, toiletplay/bathroom, underage, bestiality. **Also please note that I WILL NOT reply to an email that's simply "hey wanna rp?". I don't mean to sound uptight but, sorry, no. I would appreciate a bit more effort than that, as it will prove to me that you have read my ad in its entirety. As proof that you have read this, please tell me the title of your favorite book. ^^ If you've made it through that huge thing, then thank you so very much for reading! Before you go, I have one more request to ask of you. When you contact me, please, please, PLEASE include: any ideas/plots you might want to work out, which character(s) you would like to play, your age and timezone, and any limits you may have. And, most importantly, tell me a little bit about yourself! I'd like to get to know you! (I have a Discord, as well, and would be more than happy to give it out if you decide you'd like to use it as a chat platform!) My contact information is: [email protected] If any of this interests you, I'd love to hear from you!

#multiple paragraph #para #email #marvel rp #mcu rp #submission

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joannaarobinson · 7 years ago

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Event Planner Profile | Tracy Dapp

Welcome to our Planner Profiles! Planner Profiles share inspiration and insight from Planner’s Lounge coaching and mentoring clients. Today we are thrilled to feature New England wedding planner Tracy Dapp from Inked Events!

Tell us how you got started in event planning

When I decided to pursue a wedding planning career after planning my own wedding in 2007, I knew I had to educate myself about the industry, so I began my search for a certification program. I completed one certification program, but felt it didn’t give me the education that I was looking for. I then enrolled in the Association of Bridal Consultants (ABC) organization and began their Professional Development Program, I graduated with the “Distinguished Graduate” status. I became a Professional Wedding Planner (PWP) in 2011. To this day, I continue my education through the ABC by attending quarterly meetings and the annual conference. Every year, I find the annual conference to be invaluable with the content that is provided, but especially with the relationships that I build, nurture and form with other wedding planners around the country.

Another valuable resource I found in the beginning of my career was a private online forum (very similar to the Planner’s Lounge VIP Lounge) for wedding planners that allowed planners around the country/world to discuss the industry without judgment. I had the opportunity to ask the most seasoned planners any question I had about being a wedding planner, how to run a business, and anything else wedding or business related. To this day, I feel the planners on that platform shaped me into the planner I am today.

I don’t have a hospitality degree or any hospitality background, so throughout the years, I’ve attended events that helped me learn about running/owning a business, marketing, social media, business strategies, and accounting. My biggest hurdle was getting out of my comfort zone and attending networking events to help build my name and brand. Now, it’s one of my favorite things to do.

During critical times in my career, I decided to work with a business coach. I’ve worked with three very different business coaches that all helped lead me to where I am today. My first coach taught me to how to identify my ideal client, how to speak to them through my website content, and how to price my services accordingly. She also helped create a sales process and templates to make answering inquiries or writing proposals so much easier. One thing she especially taught me was how to say no to inquiries who were not my ideal client and be OK with not getting every wedding.

My second coach helped me identify when my inner voice tries to sabotage my dream with self-doubt and negative thoughts. Her coaching helped me learn how to work through and overcome them. She also showed me how to look at all the positive things that were happening at that point. My third and recent wedding planner coach, Debbie from Planner’s Lounge (trust me I’m going to gush about her more later!) has mentored me in more ways that I can even begin to say. She gave me the courage to make a huge leap in my career at the end of 2016.

With everything that I have done over the years, I found educating myself on the areas that I didn’t know about or how to do helped me to understand all that goes into a business. It felt wonderful when I got to the position that I was able to outsource certain areas to other professionals who knew and excelled in those areas. It gave me the freedom of time and energy to focus on more important items.

Erika Follansbee Photography

What successes have you had in your business in the last six months?

Now, that’s a loaded question! Where do I even begin, the last 6 months have been HUGE for me. My main goal when I started Inked Events was to build it to the point that it could financially support me and I could quit my full-time day job. The plan was to take the leap by 2018.

Circumstances changed in mid-December 2016 after having a coaching session with Debbie and some things happening at my day job, where I looked at the business as a whole and decided to take the leap of faith. I resigned from my day job to pursue the business full-time, I kicked off 2017 working for myself! At the same time, I also brought an in-house floral designer in and offered linen rentals to our planning clients.

A few months later in late March/early April 2017, a resume came across my desk from a person looking for a part-time office/event planner position that I just couldn’t dismiss. I honestly wasn’t looking for another person to help on event days since I had my 2017 team already in place (or so I thought), but ‘something’ told me to meet with her. I’m a big believer in the Universe and that everything happens for a reason, so I met with her. That ‘something’ led me to review where the business stood financially and whether I could bring on someone else. In the meantime, I had a few administrative things slip through my fingers and felt maybe I wasn’t able to keep up with everything. I thought to myself, is the Universe telling me to take another leap? The answer was yes! I hired her as my part-time office manager/associate event planner. She began late May 2017.

How has the Planner’s Lounge Mentoring Program helped you and your business?

I’ve always known the value and benefit of working with a coach and I was at the stage where I wanted to work with a coach again. I began my search for the “right” type of coach. This time, I was looking for a particular coach that could guide me in taking my business to the next level because quite honestly, I didn’t know what else to do or how to do it. I wanted my dream of working it full time to come to life, but didn’t know how to get there.

I have a number of business coaches in my network, so I started with them and began to look at the type of services they offered. Sadly, they didn’t have what I was looking for. I’ve been a part of the Planner’s Lounge community for a number of years and always enjoy receiving the newsletter, however, I apparently must have missed over those years and never realized that Debbie offered a mentoring program for wedding and event planners. Did I mention I’m a big believer in the Universe since I never saw that option until I needed too?!

I looked further into what the mentoring program entailed and it was EXACTLY what I was looking for!! I signed up without hesitation and began my monthly sessions without looking back. In preparation for our first session, I sent all the documentation I had created and have in place for the business. I wanted to review and discuss it with Debbie to see what I needed to add, change, or remove. During our first session, she told me how impressed and organized my business was for a business that was relatively “new”… I literally blushed at the compliment.

Even though she has shared some of her own documents with me that I’ve tweaked to fit my needs, for me, it’s not the documents that have been the most valuable; it’s been the support and encouragement that has been absolutely priceless!! She always helps me put things into perspective and never makes me feel like I’ve disappointed her when I don’t do my homework. We always discuss the reasoning of why I haven’t done it then focus on more important tasks that are needed at the time.

She is always SO excited every time we talk about all the things that have happened since our last session. She also reminds me of how far I’ve come and what a big deal the last 6 months have been for me. She reminds me to celebrate the accomplishments.

When I was having difficulty at my day job, she gave me the confidence and support to look at the business financials to see if I could possibly decrease my hours to focus more time on the business. I knew what events I had on the books, but I hadn’t really looked financially at what they brought in. So, with her encouragement, I looked at what I had for the 2017 and 2018 seasons and created my version of a cash flow statement (I’m the type that has to see in black and white). I was beyond shocked and elated that it showed I could financially afford not only to decrease my hours, but be able to actually quit my full-time day job! I couldn’t WAIT to tell Debbie and certainly couldn’t wait until our next month’s session. I emailed her to tell her the good news and when she responded, I could feel the happiness and excitement she had for me.

I tell her every session and will continue to tell her that she has been the pivotal element for me in actually taking the leap. I honestly don’t think I would’ve been able to do it without working with her for those first 9 months. When my initial sessions were coming to an end, there was no doubt in my mind that I wasn’t going to continue to working with her, I need her to keep me in check and can’t wait to see where it leads me!

Eric McCallister Photography

Tell us about you! What do you love to do outside of your work?

I’m happily married to a great guy and we’ll be celebrating our 10th wedding anniversary in October. We have a “fur-baby”, Toby the cat. I’m still in the process of finding my “balance” of work and life, so when I do relax, I love hanging out with my hubby whether it’s in our backyard or around the kitchen table enjoying a cocktail. I also love to hang out with my friends and family enjoying dinner, drinks or just spending time with them.

When I have a chance to read, I love getting lost in a good romance novel and at the end of the day, I always watch one of the many TV shows I am addicted too. My hubby and I love to travel and we’ve been to many places around the country. We are fortunate enough to have the opportunity to go to Cape Cod every weekend in the summer to relax and enjoy the sunshine.

Is there anything else you would like to share?

Surround yourself with supportive, positive people who will help your dream come true. Your “tribe” will celebrate all the accomplishments with you, but also be there to lift your spirits when the doubts come in.

Where can we find you online?

Website: www.inked-events.com

Facebook page: InkedEvents

Instagram: @inkedevents

Pinterest: Inked Events

Twitter: @tracydapp

Take a few minutes to connect with Tracy on social media!

Are ready to take your event planning business to the next level? Do you need help getting systems in place for your planning business? Do you need professional guidance on pricing and service offerings? Do you need an effective marketing strategy in place? Are you stuck in a rut with your business and aren’t sure what to do next? Our one-on-one coaching and mentoring programs offer the professional expertise to guide you through these questions and so much more. Learn more today!

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