#Cherri babe pump the breaks

[astralnymphh]

why is it always about ellie pleasuring us and never about us pleasuring her??? like I wanna edge then and then overstimulate her till she cries 👉👈

right?? like.. ugh especially with a vibrator !! mdni. mama petname used. sub!ellie. bratty behaviour. blah kind of a lazier drabble focused more on dialogue im just practicing for pccb (pretty cunt central, baby: a fic) 1.5k+ wc.

⤹ edging ellie with a vibrator ⋆ . ☣

Hung like a vignette upon her lain body, Ellie was vulnerable. Accelerated in the pump of her blood. Cold of her sweat, beading clammy condensation on her cheeks, a single bang strews itself across that muggy biome of skin— somehow looking darker as it soaks up her wet frustration. The bedspread, however, drank up a lethal amount of her crying sweat. A dull radiograph beneath her, turning lilac hue of her blanket—mauve, marking her body with a vignette of her own.

Ellie on her back, thighs broadened on each side of you, and you fully kneeling with cold toes wedged into the chub of your ass, is your position. Skimpy end of her pubic bush tickled your belly button whenever she scoots closer, eagerly trying to rub her greedy pussy on you— fuck, you cherish those little antsy movements.

"Fuckin'— unhhh— nuhnonono babe, baby.. fuck, c'mon!" her words drove on a groan, snapping into an upset whine when a certain toy was drifted from her beaming cherry clit.

Fun. Fun is what you gain from this, and it fed you with hormones to perceive it in that light. Your thumb planes plumb on a flat button, the surrounding indentation kissing your print as you let it sit softly, no vibrations to numb it.

Ellie chases your detach with her hips bucking and legs arisen, sticking out her cunt for that damn toys' bulbous head, "Mama— please, fuck.." the whine leavens, straining in her clench of stress.

She is so fucking handsome, cute— alurring with that glassy daisy nose. Buttony and speckled like a daisys lemony pistil, but glossy as a pearl washed upon a rocky cove, orb of luster on the tip to prove it. Fairest terra of her skin, has gone scarlet against the pale sand of her cupids bow, which she rolls inward to her bottom lip in even more neglect of her edging. Too fucking cute.

"Yeah, you fucking like that?" you flipped the toy on and jabbed it into her clit, provoking her hips to jerk in regret and her legs to clamp in on you— to which you dug your free hand into the plush hind of her thigh, stretching the web of your thumb and pointer, and craning that shit 'till her knee nearly kissed the mattress. Sprawled like a bitch in heat.

"Fuck fuck fuck! N— ohhh my guuh, haah—" Els bolted her eyelids to a creasing shut, scrunching up to her nose as you sunk that vibrator head in vertical drags, watching her pretty pussy lips swallow the ridge of it, "uhhhnn t'can't, cuuhh— uh!" blabbered she.

Your blabbering mess. Jolting up her pussy for you, the bulge of its aroused state really catching your eyes.

"Can't what, baby?" you coo belittleingly.

A nubby mass pushes your nude hips into her butt, thereafter you realize her heel was nudging you close, because she longs for your closeness, to be near when she cums.

Strias of breath warble from her throat, panting in dainty breaks, "Huhh— ha, uhh babe, m'wanna cum for you, cum with my pussy all over y—you, y—yeah.." her tune turns squeaky, enticing you with that weak coo, only to grow pouty and sassy, "stop be— uhhn, being a dick.."

A brow arches in amusement, "What was that?" you curl in feigned curiosity, lifting the whirring bulb with a webbing of her slick gluing from the verge of her hole to the plastic tip.

"Fuck—" a dramatic pulling of pants rise again, chest aswell, vocal chords calming, "you're just getting me back for teasing you, hmm?"

"Yes.." you spur from lying, sounding proud.

Rose buds of her lips curl in as she chugs air, gazing so doey—eyed at you through lashes sodden in faint tears. Those fucking brows curved in at the base of her nose, making her look so— dizzied, like she was about to pass.

She hikes up onto her elbows, pressing her hot buttcheeks harsh into your thighs until they splat. Ellie just knew, by the twist of your words and the crescent carving below your nose, you enjoy this. "God, you.." a sigh leaves her, cheeks inflating, "you fucking like this."

You frill, "Mhm."

"Fuck you."

Faking offense, you dusk your lids to a slit, glaring, "Scuse me?" stern with a smile, you winch a hand behind you— wrapping around another toys girth, "wanna talk t'me like that?" you press the vibrator back to her clit, swerving your other hand 'round and dipping the spade of a purple dildo into her hole— fast, stretching her lips open and bottoming 'till the small silicone balls squished her perineum.

"Shit!" yelped she, sudden lunge of her large mitt now grappling the hand on her thigh and burrowing bowed nail marks deep in your wrist, second hand clawing the cotton sleeve of her pillow.

You smack the balls hard on her wet skin, draining every bit of precum from her filthy gaping pussy— which landslides in between her ass. Drawing strings and strings from her cervix, the squelch arouses your ears, flushing them in heat.

"Yeah?" you silken a muse at her choked and elongated moans, dazzling the front of your knuckles in slick with your speed, "slutty fucking pussy, lookit' her— clenching that cock in."

It hadn't even washed over you that she was already cumming, bubbly sounds of her piped squirt swelling into your ears— thenn the little spurts come and the pooling of white cream licking up the pumping veins spatters your belly, riling you the fuck up. You didn't let up, nuh—uh, not when her raised brows, banshee—wailing mouth and ghastly eyes made you feel hot inside your own cunt, striving for overstimulation.

"Ohhh my god— huhhnn.." Ellie groaned, tatted arm flexing it's veins and yielding pigment from her fingertips.

You slipped the dick out like butter— her labia kissing closed, and slap it down on her swollen folds, noise coiling, getting her to jerk and push out more slicky finish, "There you go— good girl, cummin' for mama?" you steady the vibrator, letting it torture her convulsing clit for an.. untold range of time, whatever floats your boat.

"Uh'huh.."

Nimble as ever, you glissade the dick up her torso, crushing her slobber webbed lips with the pussy—reeked tip, "Mhm, that's right, open up babe.." asking of her with a satiny softness taking over that cold voice.

Spit drools down her chin as she caves her gob over, pupils colliding as she crosses her eyes in, "Ghh— uhhhahnn.."

"Don't talk.." you enlist a ruder tug on her clit with the vibe, forcing all that sweet syrupy cum down that throat of hers in droplets off the dick, "suck that fucking cock.."

Obeying, she rumples the plump coral skin around the thickness and drags them over the texture, pulling them out slightly. Cream white began to build at her pie—hole, cherry pie lips, a la her scarfing gags spitting everything that wanted to travel down. Little 'guh, guh, guhhs' bounced off her larynx, a fucking angel soprano to your ears.

However, she just couldn't stop thrashing. Past her point of please, were her non—verbal pleads of relief. Relief from that whirring device, rolling her butt deeper into the mattress now opposing the chase.

Ellie's quivering right arm fleets up and grabs your wrist, shanking the hell—sworn cock out of her mouth with spit connecting, messy girl, "Nonono, fhck— too much t'much 'tmuhh— ahh~" she gabbles, locking her butt up and humping up into the air void of intention.

Too much.

Too much..

Not enough.

"You know this baby," a bastion of even more pride instills your craving cunt, winding your knees smushed into the bed and crawling over her, body casting dark in your vignette, chastising "Ellie doesn't get a break 'till I cum too, 'kay?" you whisk the toy away, just for a second.

The bitter burn of tears piggyback over her bottom lids, squeezed out like orange juice and glossing like her wet and mucky slit did, both squinting at your actions. A snotty sniffle flows into her woozed words, "C—can I at least tou—uhh, touch you.. babe?" red puffy eyes gazing into yours with such want, skipping momentarily to search for any expressive sign of a reply.

"Sure baby, sit up— but don't close those fucking legs." you accept her ask, watching that ruffly—haired girl scoot up with such excitement.

Ellie sits vanward still, slouching with widely spread legs and a timid hand reaching for your cunt, the contrary paw dropping and fondling the cushion of your butt cause she just couldn't help the urge, tucking her head in the warm hearth of your neck— latching a bite so she may distract herself from what you're about to do.

You take her hand and invite it in, feeling her fingertips divide and tease your folds and her teeth nipping tiny spots of flesh into her dried chuckling mouth like a goat grazing, giving you the green light to creep the toy on her bloated bud, once more.

"I fucking love playing with you."

[s1ut4evan]

new toy - stan bowes x fem reader

*smut*

*not proofread*

Stan comes home with a new toy! Though it's not one you expect...

wattpad: s1ut4evan

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The warmth of my tea fogged up my glasses as I took a sip. I sat my book face down on the couch to keep its place while I tried to de-fog my lenses. Just then, headlights from a car flashed across the wall, telling me that Stan was home. I placed my glasses down next to my book before I got up to go greet him.

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I heard the garage door open while I walked down the hallway. But I was confused...the engine of our car seemed louder. Different. Without a second thought I entered the garage and was met with a cherry red Mustang.

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My mouth gaped open. I couldn't believe my eyes. Stan exited the vehicle revealing a huge smile on his face. "I-I.. wait.. wha- the fuck?!" was all I managed to say. "How bout her baby? What you think of our new ride?" Stan held out his arms like he was begging for a hug.

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I placed my hand over my mouth before walking towards him. His large arms wrapped tight around me as the warmth of his kissed tapped the top of my head. Still speechless, I looked up at Stan, unable to grasp what is going on. "Hey now don't worry, we're able to afford it after all with my new promotion." he shook his head to assure me.

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"I just can't believe..my dream car! Holy shit!" I jumped up and down like a child on Christmas morning. "You're the best baby!" I lifted my arms and placed them around Stan's neck before kissing him. I felt his hands grip my waist, "Anything for you my love."

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All this excitement caused me to quake at my core. Stan really would do anything for me. My hand began to trace his jaw line before leading down his torso. He bit his lip while his fingers took a firm grip around my neck. "Let's break our new toy in." I said before pulling on his waist band.

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Stan didn't hesitate as he laid me across the hood of the car. His hands traveled up my gown to caress my breasts. I gasped as he sucked on my neck while his member grew hard in his pants, pressed against my heat. I flinched as his rough fingers teased my clit through my soaked panties.

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"Fuck yeah." he said before standing up to unbuckle his belt. I quickly slid off my panties, eager for him to enter me. My nipples shown through my thin gown, making his mouth water. Stan's eyes sparkled as I opened my legs revealing myself to him. I began sliding my fingers between my folds with a smirk on my face as I watched him struggle to get his pants off.

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He bit his tongue before anxiously dropping them to the floor. "I've got to have a taste." Stan said while lifting my legs. He leaned down to my heat, his breath caused me to shiver before he gently licked at my bud. I rested my legs on his shoulders as he held to my thighs. His lips suctioned around my clit while his tongue lightly tapped on my sweet spot.

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I felt myself getting close just as he pulled away. He laughed as I groaned out in frustration. "No worries pumpkin, you're getting everything you want." My cheeks turned red at those words. Stan once again lifted my legs to push them apart, placing his tip at my entrance. I pulled him in close so we were face to face.

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We kissed heavily while he slowly entered me, allowing my walls to adjust. I gasped as his pace sped up. His pumps caused the whole car to move with each thrust. "Wait, this won't hurt the car will it?" I whispered in his ear. Stan shook his head, "No baby."

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And with that I was all for him pounding me on top of our new "toy". I wrapped my legs around his waist for support as his pace quickened. The sweat dripped from his forehead onto mine. I started into his eyes as I felt the familiar pressure build. He held onto my waist with one hand and leaned against the car with the other.

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"I love you baby." I whimpered before releasing on his length. "Fuck.." Stan said before pulling out and painting my stomach. He smirked, "Oh I love you too babe. Damn." he tried to catch his breath. "Now," he said, "how about we take this baby for a ride?" while lightly smacking the top of the car.

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Allllrighty. So it's been like 2 months since I last posted. 😭 I've been in such a writing rut so I'm so so sorry if this is complete trash but I'm trying ugh. I promise I will have bigger and better things coming! Thank you all for love and support of my smut journey. 🩷

[thetistaboveall]

Lawrence’s Fantasy Hotel

Famous actors Benjamin Affleck, Ian Bohen and Jamie Lomas are honor guests at the opening of my brand now one of kind hotel experience to bring your deepest fantasies to life. They are paying me to entertain as they stay at my Fantasy resort with their choice of celebrity slave pets.

Benjamin Affleck is the first time honored guest to arrive as the limo is pulling up to the curb the door pop open and he steps on to the red carpet and even though he hates the celebrity.He can’t stand these events yet the camera set up is flashing so brightly, clicking so very loud at the sound of it all and the sexy smile of his crept on to his face spreading wildly in everyone’s face.His mind goes completely blank propelling his feet to move forward on to the cherry red carpet and a male escort guides him to the swinging double doors as they enter in to the room.

“Mr Affleck! Welcome to the event! Please do follow me.”

“I can’t help but do that”

“Our owner is awaiting us”

“I feel so weird”

“You feel perfectly fine “

“Yeah! I feel fantastic “

“Obviously! Thank you “

“Go inside the room”

“Yes! Thank you “

“What is this place?”

“Hello? Oh! He left “

“Anybody here?”

“Actually! I am the only one here”

“You are in another space and time”

“I’m sorry! Excuse me! Who are you?”

“Mwahahahahaha! Follow the path with your eyes.”

“That’s it! You see the red dot “

“YES! My eyes are fixated on it”

“Precisely! You are my project “

“I choose you to be the main guest tonight “

“I don’t understand “

“Stop trying to be some hero”

“You are not Batman”

“You are a burly chump “

“Ouch!l

“Did I hurt your feelings?”

“Maybe! It was kind of a turn off”

Something is off in the air as the dot grows it explodes covering the entirety of the wall shooting to cover over the other three walls and soon ceiling and the floor all of the color flows off.Forming a ball in the air the ball penetrates every sense in existence leaving him to his core shaking and eventually in a massive shambles. Ben is falling forward on to ten ground.The room begins to spin swooshing around and around till he faints everything goes in to spiral like situation and when he woke up he is now standing in the middle of my hotel room with a sexy smile and breaks out in a dance.

“Hello Sirs! Happy Birthday Jack. Let’s dance baby. I am about to strip!”

Ian Bohen does not know why or how he is now ending up next to Ben Affleck on stage hosting and presenting for a birthday party but yes he felt at home like he never wanted to be excited.The door soon lock surrounding us as the cool air from the vent sharply swooping all over the room hits Ian head on sending him flying on to the floor and his clothes strip open.He rises up unable to comprehend what is going on but Ben helps him up ripping off his clothes and Ian cannot do anything to stop it or help himself up as he wraps his arms over him.

“Ssshh….Command Prompt”

“Command please “

“It’s time”

“Everyone strip show”

“Pump the music”

“Dance off”

“Fuck yeah”

“Watch my ass “

“You see how it jingles “

“I feel enthralled “

“I am HOT”

“Mind if I join you babe?”

Ian can’t help himself bouncing on to the wall of the room doing a sexual sliding down the aisle moaning in pleasure in between my man Ben doing a back flip as the crowd Is roaring in excitement.Ian jumps up in to the backward forming a cannon ball landing before belting a note into the air and spinning in to the birthday boi Jack himself and sits on his lap with a wink.He does an unbelievable display of flirtatious then sits forward, placing his hand wrapping on is neck and doing a sexual lunges forces his cock to strengthen and grow forward a it presses on his pants.

“Hey babe!”

“Happy Birthday “

“Lay back”

“God! You are full and thick”

“How do you like my ass?”

“Kiss me”

“Lick my face “

“Mmmmm”

“Call me a good boi”

“Mmmmm”

“You say it so well”

“Fills my slave heart “

“FUCK!”

“YES”

“Fuck me!”

“So excited to be here bros”

“I’ve waited for my chance “

“Here we go”

“Stop flashing that in my eyes mate”

“Mate! I said “

“Mate!”

“Will you join me Jamie ?”

“Okay! Why not?”

“Great! Sleep”

“Command me”

“Showcase”

“Dance off”

“Party man”

“Yo bros!

“Want to see these pecs”

“My body is a toy”

“You mate come and feel them”

“I knew you love these guns”

“These are my guns “

“Kiss them”

“Ooohhh! Lick them “

“Take a deep breath”

“Inhale me”

“My every scent “

“My swerve”

“I smell good”

“Manly and musky “

“I bet you want “

“Bounce with Me”

“On my lips “

The end

[vote-gaara]

Babe.....I am luvin the sands of time series and hope you continue puttin out new chapters 🙌 I have been reading them on my lunch break.

Also luv the fact they read like canon but quick question: Does kaya impact the canon events? Do her and Gaara become close friends or is it more like a friends at a distance type deal like Nartuo and Lee?

Either way I approve.

The fact you read my crappy fan fiction on your lunch break means just so much to me for some reason???? Is that strange????

Thank you so much, and honestly because I am fickle at the best of times, I can't lie and say I'll be pumping out chapters left and right. To be honest, I'm going ham on the fan fiction right now to avoid my chemistry homework (lol).

But as for your question: No, Kaiya does not impact the canon events aside from perhaps making Gaara's transition to being a good guy seem more realistic. Like...she offers him social practice and reflects his own wants and needs back at him, which makes it easier for him to be braver in social situations.

Also she's a lot of fun, and I do take a lot of the "blank" spaces between canon events to splurge and set them up on whacky adventures (as whacky as you can get with Gaara).

As for their friendship, I would say that they definitely are closer than Gaara's friendship with Lee and Naruto - mostly because they actually interact.

And actually, this is just a really stupid tangent, but Gaara befriends Kaiya twice: Once as himself and once as his feminine alternate ego, Gako.

Okay...Gako wasn't his alternate ego, but rather a person he created to befriend Kaiya in order to spy on her.

What happened was that shortly after Gaara took office, he began receiving a plethora of love letters from all the women in his village, which was surprising to him as the announcement that he was Kazekage was not well received. Worse yet, in the middle of dealing with all of these embarrassing and unprofessional proclamations of love (which have taken up valuable time and resources), Gaara began to suspect that Kaiya was engaging with some nefarious characters that could cause problems for him. He decided the best course of action would be to deal with this personal matter privately by infiltrating Kaiya's personal life by using the transformation jutsu to become Gako.

Gaara, as Gako, "meets" Kaiya for the first at her Girls Only Bookclub, where Gaara realizes that Kaiya has waged a fierce political campaign advocating for him. She convinces the women that he is strong, mysterious and progressive which are all very attractive qualities in a "single" man. She also references the fact that he "is probably very wealthy" and, to add the cherry on top, infers that "the right woman could probably fix him."

Anyways, these not-so-subtle hints swings the female approval rating for Gaara majorly in his favor which is a good thing, but also Gaara can't be too overly joyed by it due to all the annoying letters he's gotten.

Anyways, Gaara/Gako befriends Kaiya and they have a really intense and intimate friendship, where Kaiya pretty much proclaims that Gako is her sister and that she will do anything for her. Gaara, through his alternate ego, actually ends up learning a lot about Kaiya that he wouldn't have gotten to figuring out had he been himself, and begins to feel guilty for being invasive of her privacy. With this, and satisfied that Kaiya wasn't up to no good (she actually was), Gaara stops meeting Kaiya as Gako.

This, however, proves to cause even more problems because Kaiya becomes so worried for her friend that she begs for Gaara's help to look for her, and even offers him money to pay for a mission - something that is so against her usual self. Gaara insists that he would look into it and that there was no need for Kaiya to commission a ninja.

Well, well, well, guess who shows up to visit Kaiya one more time? It's Gako! And she is so sorry to say but her mother, who lives in another country, is really very ill and she will have to leave. She departs, promising Kaiya that she will write to her and Kaiya promises that for every letter she gets from Gako, she will write back (and also send gifts!)

Anyways, Gaara writes to Kaiya FOR YEARS - like all the way into their 30's - as Gako, and he NEVER mentions it to her or reveals that it was him the whole time lol.

So yeah, they're pretty close friends, I guess lol.

[returntosaturn271995]

Tuesday, September 5th: Dolly, get me through

It's days like this that make me wish I smoked. Not that I regret having clean lungs and all, it's just something soothing to do with my hands while I look off into the sunset of a hard day's work. Had I been born in any other generation or simply a European country, I would have been a smoker. A leathery, yellow-toothed, halitosis-ridden BABE. Sexy as fuck as I chase the work day into night with my nicotine-shaking hands.

Instead, I had to settle for chewing a thumbnail off and taking one solitary toke of my joint because I have such a low tolerance for weed and am not drinking alcohol this month. Lame.

Today was a productive one though, with or without a little treat after. Dolly Parton's 9-to-5 was pumping from my Spotify while I worked my ass off from 6 am to 4 pm and took a 27-minute run on my lunch break (average pace 9 miles an hour).

Another indicator of things changing? My older pairs of jeans are all too tight. My muscle gain has left the delusional corners of my head and entered reality as they are now skin-tight. I felt proud of my slightly-less-chicken-like legs and threw out my old jeans. It was like the scene from ACOSF when Nesta needs new fighting leathers. In fact, a pair of leather leggings that I got from Aritzia years ago and kept for when I finally "got in shape", now fit me perfectly.

Today's Half-Baked Harvest meal was another bougie toast: I toasted some sourdough bread, coated the bottom with pesto sauce, broke a ball of burrata over it, sliced some rainbow cherry tomatoes, torn basil leaves, olive oil, balsamic vinegar, pepper, and sea salt. Mmmmm.

The guy who asked for my number at Palmy's yesterday followed up with a book recommendation. He's sweet but I'm literally going to therapy tomorrow because of how much I don't trust men. Seriously, I'm considering making any interested men put down a security deposit for all of the emotional damage to my ego. I'll thank him for the recommendation, but no more.

As my spiritual leader, Mathew McConaughey, has taught me: sometimes you need to give people a yellow light so you can have your green light in peace.

He was talking about putting boundaries on people interested in his fame, but either way, we don't feel like having a stranger fuck with our peace.

When I finally allowed myself to shut the laptop, I went outside to the lounger and laid back in my green floral dress with the sleeves and my hair around my shoulders. I meditated for 11 minutes on not letting anger, or any kind of emotion, create a feedback loop. To step back and acknowledge my emotions with compassion rather than step forward with absorption. Then my mind unpleasantly spiraled towards Morgan. It's been a year since we've talked.

I wonder who she's angrier at? Me for telling her the truth in an explosively bitchy way, or herself, for trying to cheat on Nathan blacked out? I suppose it doesn't matter. People leave your life for a reason, sometimes you leave theirs. I'm starting to realize that shit wasn't my fault. And that I probably would never have gotten this healthy if I hadn't stopped being the person I was back then. That includes the people I ran around in vicious circles with.

I forgive her. I forgive myself. No, I'm not reopening that chapter. I don't need everyone like I used to. When you're not your own friend, you'll accept some pretty shitty ones. When you're your own friend, you protect yourself enough that you don't go looking for chaos when you're understimulated. You don't confuse lack of purpose for boredom and you don't confuse boredom for loneliness or sex for company. Or drinking as a hobby.

Or a cigarette for a cherry.

[z3nitsusgf]

i KNOW pervy nerd albedo is the biggest simp in college i know it

carries his gf's bag, does her homework when shes too tired, gives her massages during breaks, lets her edge him on the toilet in between classes till he cries, you know the typical stuff

heh :3 yes yes you’re sooooo right. Bedo is the BIGGEST simp ever, and you love it.

CW: edging ( m. receiving )

Albedo always grabs your textbooks off your desk for you, those heavy ones that hurt your back. Tucks them under his arms so you don’t have to carry them. “I got it, my love.” He’ll coo, kissing your cheek as he carries each book in his grasp.

He’s always thumbing at your deltoid muscles and smoothing them down so you’ll relax, kissing at the nape of your neck to see you smile and shudder. Pressing down on the taut skin to get you to groan and squirm, rubbing it so you’ll reach up and grip his wrist when he gets the right spot. “You’re so tense, gotta relax babe.” And he just leans over and pecks you on the lips.

He’ll even get pastries from the cafe down the street, little paper bags filled with strudels and muffins to keep your fingers busy while you study. And he’s so considerate, getting you to-go cups of hot chocolate or apple cider when it gets cold out. Only asking for a kiss in return, opening his mouth so you can place a a flakey ripped off part on his tongue, winking when he licks your fingers.

He does your chem and bio homework when it gets to be to much because he knows how overwhelmed you get and he hates seeing you frustrated, so he’ll kiss the little tears on the corner of your eyes and take the paper from you. Settling you on his lap as he writes away, explaining each equation or whatever but you just doze off and he doesn’t mind.

Of course you don’t abuse his niceness too much but-

“Please-! Y/n, please fuck,” Albedo practically sobs into his fist at the continually schlucking of your palm over his cock. It’s red and leaky and dripping down your wrist. His khakis are tugged down to his ankles, knees knocked apart for you to kneel in between them as pump his length in your hand. The tip is a beautiful mauve, all glossy from the pre that’s smeared across it.

“Come on baby, just a bit more. We have,” you glance down at your pretty tan watch that sits on your opposite hand, “10 minutes before the lecture starts. And Professor Lisa doesn’t even show up on time.” You coo, tugging harder on his wet cock, letting it slap back with a pap against his navel. His shirt is tugged up to expose his bellybutton and you finger at his v-line.

Albedo let’s out a wet sob, his cock twitching at the denial again. He smears a hand down his face, cheeks flushed as he heaves in oxygen. “Fuck- just, let me, please, just - let me cum!” He’s already been edged what? 5 times? He’s lost count since you’ve pushed him into the room and tugged down his pants. It’s a new record he thinks, but holy shit does his balls hurt.

“Hurts- oh fuck,” he cants them upwards when you trail the pads on the underside of his length, catching the pulsing vein that’s angry red. You lean your cheek on his thigh, wrapping your fingers back on his cock and Albedo hisses at the contact. His hands gripped furiously on the edge of the bed. He can’t lie, the sight of you on your knees in front of him is attributing to his raging hard on, but any more of your teasing is going to make him pass out.

“Yeah, it hurts? I’m sure it’s not too bad, you can take a bit more can’t you? For me?” You bat your eyelashes up him, sweet plumped out lips with cherry gloss and your manicured nails wrapped around his cock. He can see down your top from here, the rounded out curve of your tits pushed up in your bra.

And damn you - he can’t say no to you. Albedo shudders at the lilt to your voice, the soft honey thick drawl that drips over his body and smoothes down the plane of his back, as he bucks his hips into your palm. Almost into your mouth. “If you can wait it out, I’ll let you cum wherever you want.” Albedo’s eyes almost roll into the back of his skull at those words. And he looks down and you waiting patiently for his reply, cheek pressed on his warm thigh, kissing the skin and you pump lightly on his shaft.

“I can-“ he swallows thickly, thinking harshly about how much time he has - fuck the time, Advanced chemistry can kiss his ass. “I can wait it out.” Albedo says it with the confidence of a saint. He can keep it up with just your hands. And you, you give him a dark smile as bring your mouth down on his cock.

[motionlessxgirl]

UHM HI YES ME HELLO I WOULD LIKE GARETH SMUT PLEASE AND THANK YOU I LOVE YOU ❤️

YES!! YOU WERE MY FIRST REQUEST!❤️ I HOPE THIS DOES NOT DISAPPOINT YOU, this was my first time hehe, but I present Gareth smut!

Ice Cream Man🍦

Gareth helps you beat the heat with a sweet treat

Ice Cream Man by Van Halen

It was a scorching hot day in Hawkins. Probably one of the hottest we had in a long time. Gareth and you both agreed to stay in the air conditioned house and lounge while watching TV. Since it was so hot, you were both stripped down to our underwear, thank god your parents were away on vacation.

"Gareth, this pop isn't working. I'm burning up here!" You moaned feeling like you were melting even further into the couch.

"I'll get you some more ice, here." Gareth took your glass and got up from the couch and walked into the kitchen. You were sitting on the couch when you heard the familiar tune of the ice cream truck make it's way onto your street.

"Gareth! Hurry!" He ran in, trying not spill ice water all over your mother's white carpet. "What?"

"Will you please get me a popsicle, anything cold really?" You pointed towards the door. Gareth smirked handing you the ice water and grabbed his jeans, throwing them on real quick. "Cherry flavored, right?"

"Yes please and thank you."

He waved you off and went out into the blistering heat. About five minutes later, Gareth walked in, sweat dripping down his neck and chest. He had two popsicles, one orange and one red. "Cherry for you," Gareth said handing you the frozen treat. "Orange for me." You peeled off the wrapper and instantly wrapped your lips around the frozen stick, sliding it in and out of your mouth.

From the corner of your eye, you could see Gareth watching intensely. You turned your head and looked over at him. "What?" You asked removing the popsicle from your mouth. "You make something so innocent look so bad." He laughed continuing to eat his popsicle.

An idea popped into your head, so you crawled into Gareth's lap and pulled the orange popsicle from his mouth and slowly slid it into your mouth, running your tongue all over, never breaking eye contact with him. "Like that?" You sweetly asked, placing it back to Gareth's lips, who instantly opened his mouth. "Is someone turned on?" You giggled feeling the slight bulge in his jeans.

"So much." He took the popsicle from his mouth and placed it back in the wrapper. He placed his hands on the back of your head and lowered you down for a kiss. "Gare-Gareth!" You giggled pulling away. "What, sugar?"

"Our popsicles are gonna melt." You informed him as you looked down to see red dye dripping down your hand and onto your bare thighs. "Looks like I'm gonna have to clean you up, babe." He took the popsicle out of your hand and took both of your treats to the kitchen. You could hear Gareth tossing them into the freezer and closing the door.

"Now, where was I?" He smirked walking back in, rubbing his hands together. "I think I was on my way to here?" Gareth lightly pushed you onto your couch. He ran his tongue over your sugar coated thighs, inching his face closer to where you needed him the most. You instantly latched your hand onto his locks and lightly tugged at his curls, earning a small whimper from him. "Please, Gareth?" You begged, opening your leg for him to have a better view.

"Well since you asked so nicely." He sat back and pulled your soaked panties off. You hissed as your burning skin made contact with the cold air in the house. Gareth ran a finger along your center, coating his finger with your slick as he slowly pushed it in. "Come on, don't tease." You whined.

"So needy." Gareth said before placing a gentle kiss right against your clit. Your gasps turned to moans as your hands gripped harder onto Gareth's fluffly locks. He harshly sucked at your clit as he added another finger in, slowly pumping them in and out. "G-Gare, ple-please, can I-I?" You stuttered.

"You're gonna cum, huh?" He challenged, now stroking his fingers at a quicker pace. "Go ahead, such a good girl. Cum all over my fingers."

You came with high pitched squeal as white light flooded your vision. You came down from your high and stared at Gareth, who had nothing but pure dark lust in his eyes now. You sat up and pushed him back, fumbling to pop the button and zipper on his jeans. Gareth chuckled and gave you some help, sitting up a bit to slide his jeans and boxers down and off his legs. His erection sprung free, the tip had small beads of pre cum leaking already. You sunk down to your knees and placed him into your mouth, staring at him as you bobbed your head up and down his length.

"Shit, babe." Gareth groaned as he latched his hand into your hair. "God, you take me so we- fuuuuck." He choked on his own words as you began to deep throat him. You came back up and released him with a loud pop.

You smirked at him and ran your tongue along his length, coating it in spit as you put him back into your mouth. Swirling your tongue around his tip, tasting the salty pre cum that oozed from Gareth's manhood.

"Ugh, babe, you keep do-doing that, I-I won't last much lon-longer." You climbed into Garth's lap and sunk down onto his length, both of you moaning out at the sensation. Gareth placed his hands on your hips to help you, bouncing you on his lap. "Shit, just like that. You're so pretty riding my cock." You moaned at Gareth's filthy words. You cried out when he reached down to rub fast circles against your clit. "Gareth! Gare!" You moaned as you felt your second orgasm approaching.

"Gonna cum again, hmm? Cum for me baby." He cooed in your ear as your second orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks. You collapsed against his chest as Gareth positioned you down on the couch, hooking your legs around his waist. "Shiit, you feel so good around me." Gareth moaned into your neck as he slipped inside you again. "Take me so well." He groaned as he began to pound you into the couch. He let out a loud groan when you clenched around him. "Fuuuck." Gareth looked down at you, grabbing a hold of your chin. "Open your mouth." You obeyed, sticking your tongue out as he spit right into your mouth. You could taste the remains of his orange popsicle from earlier.

"Such a good girl." He leaned down and kissed you hard, a small string of saliva coming from both your lips. Gareth continued to slam into you, nothing but the sounds of skin against skin and your moaning could be heard through out the house.

"Gare, m'gonna cum again." "Me too, shit." His thrusts started to get sloppy as he neared his orgasm. "Fuck, fuck, cumming." Gareth repeated as he brought you to your third orgasm, painting your walls with his thick ropes of cum. He laid on top of you, both of you even more sweaty and breathing heavy. You ran your fingers through Gareth's sweat soaked curls as you placed a gentle kiss to his wet forehead. Gareth lifted his head and smiled at you, giving the tip of your nose a sweet peck.

"Think we need to start stocking up on popsicles." He chuckled.

[hunflowers]

okay inspired by dwd suit wearing harry :) enjoy *nose boops*

You haven’t seen Harry in a couple months now. At least not physically, what with guidelines for his new movie and the restrictions of quarantine in general.

Whenever his name does pop up on your phone you can’t hide the smile that breaks out onto your face, especially when it’s a facetime call so you can see him in real time. This day however was a little different. He texted you bright and early -- at least for him because of the time difference -- saying he won’t be able to talk much because a busy day lies ahead of him. A frown nestled into your features at the misfortune, but you replied back with understanding.

Whenever his name does pop up on your phone you can’t hide the smile that breaks out onto your face, especially when it’s a facetime call so you can see him in real time. This day however was a little different. He texted you bright and early -- at least for him because of the time difference -- saying he won’t be able to talk much because a busy day lies ahead of him. A frown nestled into your features at the misfortune, but you replied back with understanding.

It came as a surprise a couple hours later though, when he texted you a picture of himself in a full body mirror, adorned in a caribbean blue suit and a matching striped tie, with the message of Do you like it?

Your mouth dropped at the sight, and you’re pretty sure a bit of saliva slipped past your lips too. His hair was parted in meticulous manner that truly gave him the proper 50s vibe, and his clean shaven face was the true cherry on top that had your heart beating in your chest. You wanted to pull him close, preferably by the tie around his neck, and plaster lipstick stains across his jaw while carding your fingers through his hair, tugging slightly as you rocked your hips together.

You had to close your legs at the wormhole your brain was going into, biting your lip into your mouth as you wished he were next to you. I like it a lot :(

Why the sad face?

Because I want to rip it off of you.

You giggled as you saw the daunting three dots appear then disappear a few times, before he replied with a quick Don’t start. He’s at work, so it’s selfish to rile him up especially when it seems he’s about to shoot his next scene, but you couldn’t stop the wink face you sent back along with:

Can’t stop thinking of me on my knees for you. 

Wouldn’t you like that? 

Unbuttoning your pants and pulling the zipper down with my teeth just like you taught? Leaving the whole suit on as you fuck my mouth? 

Hearing me gagging for you, choking on you as I feel you down my throat.

As much as you think you’re making him suffer, you’ve punished yourself just as badly. You were mindlessly watching your current TV fixation, sipping on a glass of wine, but now all you could think about was him and how he wasn’t by your side to help you out. 

When Harry hadn’t responded for a couple minutes, you had half the mind to shove your hand in your panties and finish the job, and you were about to do it too, but you heard the familiar text tone. You pulled your phone close to you and read his daring message, causing you to bite your lip back into your mouth. 

We’ll finish this later.

But then about an hour or so later you got another text from him, this time a picture of him in a brown suit with another tie to match. He said nothing aside from a teasing smiley face, because he knew the game he was playing. The brown one brought out the color of his eyes more, making you ogle just a little harder than the first, and making you crave him even more.

So, you got up from your spot on the couch and marched up to your room to find something to send back. You searched high and low for something worth your time until you finally found a time-piece. A light blue, see-through babydoll dress that you hadn’t worn since your first anniversary together. It came with a matching light blue thong and lace collar piece that you remember Harry practically frothing over the sight.

You quickly changed into it, and pulled your hair back before stepping closer to the full-length mirror in your closet. You angled yourself in a desirable way, and even brought your free hand’s thumb up to your mouth and nibbled on the tip of it as you snapped the picture. Satisfied with the photo on the fourth try, you sent it with a taunting caption of a typed heart.

He opened your message almost instantaneously, but had left you on read which caused your heart to sink a bit in your chest. But, you attributed it to him being called to set and picked your chin up and waltzed back downstairs in your new attire. You picked up your wine glass and continued with your show, simply waiting.

As time ticked on and your body grew sleepier, you were tempted to call it a night and text him saying you would continue this — whatever this is — tomorrow. But you kept your determination, because you missed your boyfriend and even if he couldn’t touch you, you knew he was going to make you cum. And besides, just when you started doubting him, that’s when he decided to ring you.

You picked up the phone giddily, the connecting ... under his name taunting you before his beautiful face popped up on your screen. You were ready to chirp a greeting at him, excited to talk to him after a long day but he was quicker to the punch.

“Y/N... y’had to send that while I’m working, did ya? Fuck, babe, do you understand how difficult it was to focus on set with that at the back of m’mind?” He ran his ring-less fingers through his shorter hair, and you noticed he was back in his hotel room. That’s a good thing, you thought, now you had no restrictions.

You pouted at him mockingly, “Oh no, you poor thing.”

He blinked at you once, then twice, before stating, “Get up. Let me see you.”

Because you were still downstairs, you trekked back up to your room, going over to the original mirror you took the photo in before flipping the camera around and showcasing yourself. You toyed with the hem of the dress, picking it a bit to give him a better viewing of your panties, to which he groaned in response.

“I’ve missed that little number. Remember the night you wore it? Could hardly walk for days after.”

You let out a breath at the thought, bringing your hand down and slightly grazing your throbbing clit for him to see, just at the mere thought.

He continued, “But that’s why you put it on isn’t it? Because you know it’s my favorite and I’m not there to put my hands on you. You wanted to get back at me for the pictures I sent — which, hardly even compare.”

You nodded your head in response, flipping the camera back around to face you as you stepped out of the closet and onto your bed. “Want you to miss me just as much as I miss you.”

“Oh, baby.... Words can’t describe how much I miss you. Look, I’ll show you how much I miss you,” and then the next thing you know, is he’s flipping the camera around and showing you his very hard cock.

You couldn’t help but moan at the sight, your free hand dipping into your baby blue thong and swiping your dripping folds and circling your wetness across your clit. “Show me how much you miss me too.”

You flipped your camera back around, letting him see your fingers slowly working your clit, hidden beneath the fabric of your panties. He groaned, telling you to give him a closer look, so — as comfortably as you could — you pushed your thong to the side and angled your phone so he had a better view of your soaked pussy.

“Shit Y/N– Push two fingers inside, imagine it’s me doing it,” he told, and you could see his fist beginning to pump his cock at a faster rate, him most likely imagining your smaller hand stroking him just like you usually do. You listened to him, inserting your ring and middle finger inside your wet hole, while keeping the heel of your palm pressed against your sensitive bud.

“Baby... I need you so bad,” you whined, softly hitting your front wall as you curled your fingers, before fastening your movements — like you know he would.

You watched him spread his precum around his shaft, paying extra attention to his tip before he thrusted his hips up into hand. “Ugh- I know baby, I need you too. Just a little while longer. Fuck yourself for me, y’can do that can’t you?”

You hummed back, picking up the pace of your hand, going the extra mile and pushing a third finger inside, causing you to screw your eyes shut in ecstasy.

“Wish it was you fucking me right now. Your big cock inside my tight pussy - shit - you fill me so good.”

You heard him groan at your words, mumbling a quiet ‘keep going,’ because he’s always been a fan of your dirty talk.

“Want your hand around my throat... squeezing me as I squeeze you. Wish you were hitting the spot only you could reach. God, want to feel me stretched around you, leaving me sore for days after you’re done. Do you want that too?” You felt the heat in the pit of your belly begin to stir, your palm pressing harder against your sensitivity.

“Could imagine your face pressed into the mattress as I take you from behind. Your tits in my hands — I miss them. Want m’mouth sucking on you... can’t cum yet, don’t even think about it, Y/N.”

You whined at the restriction, feeling your impending high reaching you. So, you helped him to his quicker. “H, H, H... miss having my lips around you. Love when you mess up my lipstick and it’s smeared all around you, mixed with saliva and cum. Never forget about your balls either, I kiss ‘em and suck on them, give them just the right amount of attention. Know you love when I press my finger into you too, hearing you moan until you’re coming down my throat.”

Back and forth for a few moments all you both could do was moan, wishing the other were by your side as you sent yourself into euphoric oblivion.

“Can I cum now? Please, please,” you begged, rubbing fast circles on your clit.

“So close, babe, so – holy fuck — so close,” he murmured, twisting his wrist and keeping more of his focus on the base of dick now. “G’na cum with me?”

You whispered a ‘yes’ in response, your thighs beginning to shake as your toes curled into the bed sheets. Within seconds, hot lava coursed through your body as flashes of white danced across your eyes, you back arching off the mattress. You could hear Harry hitting his climax, your eyes opening quickly to watch him spray his orgasm all over his fist and stomach. 

You nestled your head into your pillow as you brought the phone back up to your face, your eyes falling close as you let your body relax. Harry turned the camera back to him, getting up from his position to wash himself. You would get up eventually too, but you just laid and calmed yourself in the mean time as you watched him.

“Miss you,” you mumbled, tears threatening to break past your waterline as you wished you could snuggle up to him.

He looked at you, his mouth forming into a pout as you could hear the sink water running from the bathroom. “I know. Just a few more weeks and I’ll be home.”

[binnieboyswhore]

I’m in (gangster Han)

Pairing: Han Jisung x Fem Reader  Genre: Smut  Word count: 1,905  Warnings: Possessiveness, Oral (M receiving), Cursing, Choking (I think this is it but if you find something else that needs a warning please let me know!)  Authors note: So this is something I wrote for another fandom I’m in a few years ago but I loved the idea of making it Han so I did. This is my favorite thing i’ve ever written so please praise me my God complex needs it!  Please if you are under the age of 18 do not interact. Thank you :)

You light your cigarette, take a drag. Looking across the bar full of bandanas and leather jackets, he’s still not here, you think to yourself looking through the bar for the fluffy haired boy. Meanwhile some big nosed guy tries to talk to you about how he used to be the leader of some group or something.

“Look dude,” you flick the ash from your cigarette, “does it look like I care?” He still continues to talk unphased by what you said.

The door to the bar opens and you catch a glimpse of his hands and you know it’s him. Everyone is greeting him as he makes his way to you.

“Hey good looking” you hear him whisper in your ear and you can’t help but smile from ear to ear.

You turn around, “You don’t look too bad yourself, handsome.” You lean forward wrapping your hands around the back of his neck and as you lean in to kiss him he notices the man sitting next to you.

“Who the fuck are you?” He says directly at the man you’ve been ignoring.

“I’m Chan.” The man says, turning and putting his hand out for Jisung to shake. He just looks at the man a little sideways.

“The fuck are you doing sitting next to her?” He leans his head your way, you can only focus on the shift of his hair to not make you more nervous for the fight that ight break out.

“I was just trying to have a chat, sorry. Didn’t realize she was taken.” The man spits back at Jisung. He looks as if he’s about to charge at him so you stand up rather quickly pressing your hand against his chest pushing him back a bit. You can feel the anger radiating off his body.

You press yourself against him, “Hey forget about this guy, I NEED you right now Ji.” You whine moan into his ear.

Taking his hand you drag him back to the bathroom locking the door. He looks at you taking you in, your little leather skirt and fishnets, your cherry red crop top and your braided blue hair.

“Fuck” you hear him whisper under his breath as he licks his bottom lip. He pushes you up against the counter grabbing behind your neck and roughly kissing you, no rhythm, all passion. He bits your lip and you yelp out at the unexpected pain, he places his hands under your thighs grabbing so you can sit on top of the counter. He starts to kiss along your jaw placing his right hand around your throat adding pressure while kissing down your neck you grab ahold of his wrist and moan, “holy shit baby” he says between breathes “you look so fucking hot right now.” He slides his left hand under your skirt “no underwear?” You shake your head no, biting your bottom lip.

“Fuck you want me so bad don’t you.” He yanks on your braids.

“Yes Ji yes I want you.” You let out really fast the anticipation wearing you out.

He takes his fingers and rips your fishnets between your legs, you let out a moan at the sound and the bit of friction. You grab a hold of Jisungs bicep to help keep yourself up, he looks right at you as you feel his fingers slide into you. His face mimicking yours, both of your eyebrows furrow. He starts to do the “come here” motion and you throw your head back moaning out “Fuck”

“I didn’t come here to play baby.” He says as he furthers his fingers in you hitting right where you’re g-spot is. You start shaking a bit just at the anticipation of it all, you grab the back of his neck pressing your foreheads together, jutting your hips out closer to making him hit you deeper. You let out a small moan as your noses glide over each other, “fuck baby.”

He speeds his motions and it isn’t long till you’re crumbling under his touch. You feel your orgasm nearing so you grab onto his flexed forearm and let go around his fingers.

Your eyes rolling back from enjoyment, your body shaking as you dig your nails into his flesh wherever you can grip on to. He exhales a harsh breath, holding back a whiny moan. You work your way through it on his fingers, once your leg stops shaking you immediately attach your lips to his, “fuck Ji that felt so good” you said between kisses.

“Well these babies haven’t failed yet” he says sticking them in his mouth and sucking on them. You were so sensitive you could’ve gotten off again right then and there just off of the visual not to add the popping sound his mouth made when he pulled them out.

“You know the rules, knees.” He snaps at you.

You slide off the counter trying to gain your balance, he offers his hand to help steady you. You kiss his cheek to say thank you. You bend down on your knees, undoing his belt rather slowly, watching the horny and anger battle behind his sex blown pupils.

You look up at him watching him watch you. He grabs your chin between his thumb and pointer finger. “You’re such a pretty little girl baby” he says, sticking his thumb in your mouth grabbing onto your jaw, “you’re my pretty girl right?” He tightens his grip a bit. You shake your head, “Sorry I can’t hear you baby.”

“Yes, I’m yours. Just yours.” You said his thumb still gripping your mouth.

“That’s right baby, you’re all mine.” He crouched down a bit to kiss you. You go back to undoing his belt and pants your jaw a little sore from his grip that he had. You shimmy his pants down his thighs and already see the tent that is formed in his boxers. You glide your hand over his boxers, he winces back. You push his boxers down his cock now in your face, you lick your hand to add moisture and lightly grab a hold of him. He lets out a low moan as you pump him. His jaw visibly clenching from the ecstasy. You start to take him in your mouth slowly and you can feel him being irritated, “Baby hurry or you’ll be punished.” The thought of him bending you over his knee made you almost not listen but you decided to speed up.

You take him as far as you could in your mouth, your eyes watering at the feeling of his dick buried in your throat. He grabs the back of your head as he starts to thrust himself in and out of your mouth. A few deep guttural moans slip past his lips. You suck your cheeks in, feeling him move against them, looking up at him looking down on you.

You hear a moan, borderline whimper, fall as he bites his bottom lip. He takes the back of your head forcing you forward and taking all of him in. Your nose flesh with his pelvic bone. You feel his warm cum slide down your throat as he falls apart above you a mess of curse words and compliments. Your face is covered in tears and saliva. Standing up he wipes the side of your mouth sticking his thumb in your mouth once he is done. You stare at him trying to recompose himself when all of a sudden you’re being pushed and bent over the counter. You throw your hands out to grab onto the mirror a bit to stabilize yourself when in the reflection you see Jisung tear your fishnets even more and bend down and bite your ass cheek. That’s gonna leave a mark. You scream out in enjoyment as he wraps your braids around his fist pulling your head back.

“God you look so pathetic like this,” he whispers in your ear, smirking at you in the mirror, “it makes me so hard baby.” He kisses right below your ear.

A whine slips from your lips. He throws one of your legs on the counter to get a good angle. He then lines himself up with your entrance and plunges himself in you letting a throaty moan escape your mouth well a grunt comes from Jisungs swollen lips. His ring clad fingers reach around you and wrap around your throat and you could’ve come right then and there. He sets a sporadic pace lighting your vagina on fire with pleasure. Every time you close your eyes Jisung puts more pressure on your throat and yells at you to open your eyes so you can “see how beautiful you look in such an euphoric state.” He starts to grunt louder as he says, “you close baby?” And reaches his hand around your hips and starts to aggressively rub on your clit.

You shake your head. “I’m sorry I couldn’t hear you” he says and stops rubbing your clit.

You frantically speak up your voice a bit hoarse “yes Ji, yes I’m close” he goes back to what he was doing. The harsher he rubbed the harder he pounded into you and the hotter his breath got on your back. “Can I come Ji? Please” you moan knowing if you didn’t ask it was going to end badly for you.

“Beg” he demands

“Please Hannie,” you let the soft nickname slip causing his hips to stutter a bit, “I need to come, I wanna come all over your cock please baby” you whimper out trying to keep your orgasm at bay.

“Fuck, yes baby girl come” and with that you came undone and your walls clenched, both his hands came around to your waist to help steady himself as he came inside you.

The warm feeling added to the ecstasy filled moment as you became a whimpering mess on top of the bathroom counter, your body shaking from the tremors of your orgasm. Jisung removes himself from you and re-dresses himself. You slide your leg off the counter and lay there collecting yourself when Jisung just rips your stockings off your legs so you don't have to go back to the bar with them looking like that.

You stand up fixing yourself when Jisung holds onto you just in case your legs were wobbly, “I’m fine babe thank you” you said to reassure him.

“Okay,” he lets go “oh I almost forgot to tell you, I’m officially in.” He rolls up the sleeve to show off the freshly tattooed dagger. Referring to the gang he’s been trying to get into for the last year.

You stare at it not knowing how to feel about it, “it’s pretty” is all you have to say on the subject because you know how excited he is. “Why don’t we head home and we can take a bath and get clean.” He offers to you.

“Or I was thinking we could head home and go for round two.” You say while smoothing out your skirt so nobody could see up it as you guys leave.

He smiles so big he gets the eye crinkles “fuck I love you” he says cupping your face in his hand and kissing you rather roughly.

Grabbing his leather jacket and putting it around your shoulders he grabs your hand, “let’s getting a fucking move on then before i destroy you in this bathroom.”

[sazc94]

The Three Times James "Bucky" Barnes Broke your heart

This was inspired by @msmarvelwrites 2k Writing Challenge because I'm a sucker for Taylor Swift especially sad Taylor Vibes. I chose the all too well lyrics.

Apparently, I can't do anything small so it's in two parts.

Part 2 Here

Pairs Bucky x Reader and Pietro x Reader. (Not at the same time)

No smut but mentions of sex so 18+

Themes: highschool, cheating, college/uni. Friendship

Words 5659 its Suburban AU.

Winter 2018

You sat on the window seat, head resting on the cool glass a mug of hot chocolate between your hands. Winter in New York was something else, the way everything sparkled in the blanket of snow. This wasn’t your first December in the “Big Apple” but it was your first after moving here. Like the walking cliché you were you had moved here for a Fresh Start, after being offered a once in a lifetime opportunity of working for Tony Stark. You hadn’t planned on taking the job working as head of advertising for Stark Industries. The idea of moving from your small town in Michigan away from your family, everyone you knew and loved, and most importantly away from your best friend and your on-again-off-again boyfriend Bucky seemed ludicrous. You knew James or Bucky as he was to those who knew and loved him would never leave Michigan not if it meant leaving her.

James and you had been friends since, well as since long as you could remember. You had lived on the same street, gone to the same schools, played in the streets on your bikes when you were 8, played in the local park between the ages of 10 and 12. When you both hit 13 everyone assumed you would both either stop being friends or would fall romantically in love. Neither of those happened at least not right away. You two carried on hanging around each-others houses, playing video games and watching movies. Bucky had always been fiercely protective over you, his blue eyes narrowing at anyone who dared to pick on you when you were younger. His eyes would light up when you walked into the room, he loved Friday nights saved just for the pair of you to watch cheesy horror films, lounge around his sofa and stuff your faces with popcorn.

2008

Everything changed when you were 15, you and Bucky had always been inseparable, when no one asked you to combined Prom in your Freshman year, Bucky had surprised you. Showing up at your house dressed in a suit and tie with a white rose corsage, his long brown hair slicked back. You walked downstairs in your ballet slipper pink chiffon dress, your locks twisted into an intricate bun, this was the first time you’d worn heels and you nearly missed the bottom step when you saw Bucky in his Grey Suit stood in your living room. Bucky had tried out for the football team and obviously to no ones’ surprise had become the Star QB. As a result of that Bucky’s grey suit stretched across his muscular frame. Once you’d saved yourself from falling face-first down the last stair you walked over to Bucky grinning like a fool. “Bucky, what, what are you doing here? I thought you were going with Sam and Pietro and the rest of the football team” you said. “Well, I couldn’t leave my best girl flying solo at our first prom now, could I?” Bucky grinned down to you. “Besides the rest of the guys were meeting dates at the dance, so I told them I’d meet them there with you” you felt yourself blush at Bucky’s term of endearment. You and Bucky posed for photos for your Mum and Dad, your Dad trusted Bucky like his own son so there was no awkward father stare down there, you even had your curfew extended to 2 am.

The prom itself was magical, Bucky introduced you to his teammates and their dates. Sam was there with a cheerleader, Jane Foster she was friends with the cool alternative girl Wanda Maximoff who was Pietro’s twin sister they were Sophomores but made you feel welcome at their table. Complimenting your hair and shoes. Pulling you onto the dancefloor to dance with them and the rest of the cheerleaders and co to the pumped-up pop songs that blasted out. The way the gym had been transformed was nothing short of breath-taking, led fairy lights strung up in waves from the ceiling, silver stars hanging against the velvet blue backdrops made you believe you were spending the night under the stars. When the music changed to a slow song -Tim McGraw by an up-and-coming artist Taylor Swift. The Group of girls surrounding you soon dissipated to slow dance with their respective others. You started to make your way back to the table you’d been sat at, happy to finally take a breather when you felt someone tug on your wrist. You turned around fully prepared to slap whatever creep had felt it suitable to touch someone they didn’t know but your face softened to find the familiar blue-eyed, muscular brunette smirking at you. “Miss Y/N” may I have this dance?”, he asked. “Why certainly, MR James Buchanan Barnes” you replied chuckling to yourself. Bucky cocked an eyebrow at the use of his full name before pulling you tight towards him. He wrapped your arms around his neck before wrapping his around your waist. Your breath caught in the back of your throat, you and Bucky had never been this intimate, sure still hugged and had kissed each other on the cheek when you were like 5, but this felt different. The way Bucky enveloped you, the scent of his aftershave mixed with his mum’s washing powder he smelt like cherry blossom mixed with sandalwood. You rested your head on Bucky’s chest, closing your eyes deciding to take this all in. A small smile tugged on your lips as you felt Bucky stroke your hips. You didn’t know it, but he looked at you with such love and adoration and his heart squeezed watching you rest your head on his chest the smile on your pale pink lips. Bucky moved his right hand from your waist and brought it to your cheek, slightly stroking it before lifting your face to look him in the eyes. His eyes shone with affection; his eyes so blue like the ocean you felt like you were drowning in them. Then his lips were on yours crashing against your slightly chapped lips, you cursed yourself for not wearing Chapstick like the cheerleaders and Wanda did. However, as the kiss deepened, and you felt Bucky’s left-hand grip on you together and you melted into the kiss everything else faded away. Bucky drew back and looked at you. Your smile dazzling him as your eyes shone back at him. Neither of you said a word as he pulled you back to his chest whilst the DJ played another slow song.

2009 - 2010

Bucky and you dated from the end of your Freshman year right up until the summer before your senior year. Bucky and you had been inseparable for most of your High School life, he even convinced you to try out for the cheerleading squad in your Junior year, usually you sat on the Side-lines with Wanda and Carol Danvers, it wasn’t that you didn’t want to be a cheerleader it's just you were comfortable being “Bucky’s Girl” the one everyone knew without being in the spotlight, however after Wanda and Carol egged you on saying that you had the moves you went for it. You surprisingly made the squad. You couldn’t wait to tell Bucky, warmth spreading through your cheeks at the thought of how he’d be so proud. You decided to keep it quiet until you had your uniform. Jane and the girls had also promised to keep their mouths shut until you’d had the chance to surprise him. So, when homecoming rolled around, and you got your uniform for the first time you went along to the locker rooms where the football team would be heading off to change before the big pep rally. You stood against the wall one foot pressed against it, your knee bent whilst you waited. You heard Sam and Pietro before you saw them. They turned the corner roughhousing one another playfully. “Looking good Y/N” Sam shouted as he clocked you in your brand-new uniform. “looks like Bucky’s personal cheerleader now cheers for us all,” he said walking over to you and enveloping you in a hug. You giggled and at that moment Bucky Turned the corner with Peter Parker a freshman. He couldn’t see your uniform from the way that Sam’s body was covering yours, but he saw your face and started running down the hallway to you. As Sam and Pietro headed inside, he finally got to see the big reveal, he stopped in his tracks for a second. His eyes taking in every inch of your body, the skirt shorter than anything you owned, the top hugging your curves. He ran over to you picking you up and spinning you in the air as you squealed. “I knew you could do it Doll,” he said as he peppered kisses over your head, cheek, and lips. You blushed at his praise. Your Junior year with Bucky was a blur, between the football games, classes, parties’ dates with Bucky you felt like time was rushing past. You Even won Prom King and Queen at your Junior Prom. To no one’s surprise. However, that summer everything changed.

Summer 2010

You were on holiday with your family, visiting your grandparents in Miami. Every year you for as long as you could remember you and your family would spend the last 3 weeks of summer break at your grandparents. You had begged Bucky to come with you as he had in the past, however, due to football camp, he had been unable to swing it. “Hey, I’m sorry doll, it’s just coach said if I didn’t go he wouldn’t consider me for team captain,” he said hugging you from behind as you sat on your porch steps, his chin resting on your head. He had sworn to you that you would text every day and would skype at least once a week for the three weeks you were there. However, after the first week, Bucky’s texts had become less and less frequent. He’d only Skyped you once and you’d get texts from Various friends asking where you were as you weren’t at the latest party. On the final night of your holiday, as you walked along the beach by yourself taking in the last of the holiday feel your phone rang, you looked down it, confused when the caller Id said, Jane. “Hey, babe. Look I’m not sure how to say this” but uh we’re at a small party at Wanda and Pietro’s there’s about 15 of us, including this friend of mine Nat and uhm well, Bucky’s pretty wasted and well after I noticed I hadn’t seen him for a while I went looking for him”. Jane’s voice sounded stressed. You squeezed your eyes shut as tears tried to escape, not liking where this was going. “And uh, oh god I’m really sorry girl, but I, I kind of walked in on them fucking” Jane blurted it out, going for the band-aid approach as if saying it quicker would make it the cut sting any less. You didn’t say anything, you just stood there staring out the black ocean, the warm sand between your toes, feeling your heartbreak. You couldn’t believe it. Your sweet protective Bucky who had beaten up Miles Morales in 8th Grade for standing you up for an arcade date and breaking your heart. “I, I, I got to go my flights early tomorrow. My, my family will be wondering where I am” you stumbled over your words trying to get off the phone as quick as possible not wanting anyone to hear you cry.

Senior year was one of the most painful years, Bucky had met you at your house the day you got back, sitting on the wooden steps to your porch. He looked like he had barely slept, much like you. You were an only child, but your older cousin who was transferring to Michigan State University for his second year had come home with you. He took a look at Bucky and then back at you, you nodded telling him it was fine and that you had this. He walked inside but not before muttering punk under his breath. Bucky winced, he looked at you his blue eyes that once shone with nothing but love and adoration for you, now looked blank, empty, and almost unrecognisable. His brown hair which he had cut in his Sophomore year looked a mess. He started towards you, but you held your arm out.

“Don’t,” you said. He looked crestfallen and his heart shattered as you struggled to hold yourself together. “Doll, I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me, please, look at me, ill make it up to you, it will never happen again” he pleaded with you, his ocean blue eyes stared at your red brimmed eyes, cheeks puffy and streaked from all the crying over the last 16 hours. “Just don’t” You warned him. “Look, baby, it was a mistake, it meant nothing to me” he continued to plead despite your warning reaching out for your hand. His words hit you like a knife, you two hadn’t slept together yet and here he was claiming this meant nothing. You wrenched your hand free from him his touch burning you with his betrayal. “It meant nothing. It meant nothing!?! If it meant nothing you wouldn’t have slept with this Natasha James” you whispered. Bucky flinched at the use of his real name. Oh, how you wanted to shout, thrash scream at him and tell him you would forgive him, but you couldn’t. You had looked up the girls Instagram that night when you laid in bed crying and you couldn’t help but compare yourself to her the gorgeous read head with curves in all the right places. You started to walk towards your house. Unable to keep the tears back and not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry, Bucky called out for you, pleading with you. “I thought you loved me James, but it clearly meant something to you, or else you wouldn’t have thrown away two years of dating and 12 years of dating for sex with someone that wasn’t me, we were meant to be each other’s firsts, but you decided you couldn’t wait to get your dick wet so you went and fucked this chick you’ve known for what 5 minutes?” you cried out in anger, Bucky flinched again as if you’d slapped him. “Actually, I met her last year at one of our away game parties” he mumbled, his feet kicking the dirt around his feet. “I think you should leave” you whispered, choking back a sob before you ran into your house slamming the door behind you.

You and Bucky barely spoke that entire final year of school, you had been voted cheer Captain at the end of the summer semester, much to Jane’s approval, and you loved being a cheerleader, so you threw yourself into that as well as the school’s production of Little Shop of Horrors. You cheered at the games putting on your show face and hyping up the crowds. You wowed in the role of Audrey in the show, avoided parties with the football team and buckled down focusing on your exams and audition for the performing arts programme at the University of Michigan. After Bucky had realised, he was never going to get you to forgive him he had ended up dating Natasha. The news hit you like a sucker punch to begin with but after meeting up with Wanda, Carol, and Jane during the spring break you made your peace with it. You even smiled at Bucky in the hallways when you saw each other. By the time Graduation rolled around you had healed.

November 2011

You ended up getting into the University of Michigan on a partial scholarship thanks to your cheerleading and you were enjoying the performing arts programme, the performing arts programme at the Uni had really blown up after the whole viral “A Very Potter Musical” back in 2009 and you were thrilled to be there. You had settled right in making friends with a young lad from your course Loki Laufeyson right away. He was attractive in an unconventional way, with long black hair, a tall skinny frame but he still had muscles. You two had been cast opposite each other in Romeo and Juliet during your first year and had become good friends. You even ran into Pietro frequently he had gotten a football scholarship and couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw you on the sidelines one November game. Pietro didn’t really “do” social media and hadn’t paid any attention to Wanda as you had told her, after Bucky’s betrayal you hadn’t spoken much with Sam or Pietro, after all, they were his friends and were now Uni students. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t Bucky’s girl,” he said grinning at you after the game, ruffling your hair like you were 5 again. You couldn’t help but wince at the old pet name, everyone in the group had called you it, Sam, Wanda, Carol even Jane but you hadn’t been Bucky’s girl for a year, well longer if you take into consideration the fact he’d been chatting with Natasha on and off for the entire year before they slept together. “It’s just Y/N” or you can call me cutie you said winking at Pietro, he chuckled. “How about I just call you tomorrow?” he retorted, you felt yourself blush. Pietro had always been a cocky confident guy, his silver-blonde hair covering his ice blue eyes, he had always been a hit with the ladies, but he seemed that bit more attractive, slightly leaner, still confident but not arrogant. You shrugged before pulling out a sharpie from your bag, you wrote down your number on his arm. He cocked his head puzzled. “I changed it last year after Bucky wouldn’t stop blowing it up with apology texts,” you said simply. Before Pietro could respond you ran off to join the rest of your squad and headed for the changing room.

True to his charm and word, Pietro called you the next day offering to be your personal guide and show you all the hidden beauty spots of the campus. You accepted; even though you had been here for two months already. You walked around the campus and had a great time, you felt yourself really relaxing and laughing at his corny jokes and the way he wiggled his silver eyebrows at you whenever he made a bad joke. You couldn’t remember the last time you laughed, and you meant really laughed, the kind of clutched over struggling to get air into your lung’s laughter that the Silver-haired, blue-eyed cutie gave you. By the time Pietro had finished his tour the sun was beginning to dip, he walked you back to your dorm ever the gentleman. However, this time when your hands brushed against each other he grabbed your hand and spun you around. His hand was cool and smooth, a stark difference to Bucky’s warm calloused hands. The pair of you walked back hand in hand in comfortable silence. When you got to your dorm you leant against your door, your eyes meeting Pietro’s ice blue eyes, the almost sparkled. Pietro positioned himself so that he had one hand above your head, the other to your side trapping you between the door and himself. He leant down and kissed you. It was soft and delicate, his cool lips sucking the air out of your lungs. He pulled away winking at you before he sauntered off to join his teammates at some frat party.

That was the beginning of a three-year relationship with Pietro, you two had been on multiple dates, some official, some were just bumping into each other at the same party and then spending the rest of the evening together all through November and early December of your first year. He even came to support you at your Cheerleading competitions. Neither of you had put a label on it, but he had changed his home screen to a picture of the pair of you, it was one captured by Peter Parker, funnily enough, he was visiting the Uni with his photography club and captured the moment Pietro had picked you up after the Wolverines won their 6th game. He spun you around before dropping you down and kissing your forehead. Pietro didn’t know that you had seen his home screen. However as you were both travelling home for the Holidays you had agreed to travel together, Pietro had offered to drive but you had refused. Telling him that it would be easier for you to drive as you would be running lines late and therefore you could swing by his apartment on the way out of town. It was only a short drive to Dearborn but with the extra holiday traffic, you estimated it would take at least an hour to get to your parents. You connected your iPod to the car via AUX and pulled up your playlist you had made for the drive. You avoided all Christmas songs, and you were sick of them they played everywhere you went. Instead, you opted for Taylor Swift, damn she had blown up since 2008.

After about 30 minutes of driving as you hit the peak of the holiday traffic, you leant over to turn down the volume of your music. Comfortable with the pace of the traffic, you turned your head to Pietro. “So,” you began. “What’s up Bunny?” Pietro asked snapping his eyes up from his phone. “Well, I just thought now might be a good time to talk, we’re obviously going to run into a lot of our old friends, and there’s no way Wanda won’t know something is going on here, and I, I saw your lock screen,” you said, you could feel yourself blush, there was something about Pietro, he made you feel like a high school sophomore all over again. “So you were wondering what we are?” the amusement in Pietro’s voice didn’t escape your notice, you could feel yourself getting embarrassed. Of course, he was a college Sophomore, you two had never had the exclusive talk, how could you be so silly. You stared straight ahead focusing on the slow-moving traffic. Oh god, you wanted to die. Pietro noticed the change in your demeanour and instantly felt bad, he grabbed your right hand from the steering wheel. “Hey Bunny, look at me,” he said softly, you turned your head to face him. “We are exclusive, we are a couple, I’m sorry you felt the need to ask, but I adore you, so we are a thing,” he said stroking circles on the back of your hand. You smiled and nodded to yourself.

Almost everyone had made it back for the Holidays, excluding a few people, Bucky, Carol, and Jane, they all had their reasons, but you couldn’t help but feel a little sad that Carol and Jane had been unable to make it back. Wanda was elated for you and Pietro, to your surprise she threatened Pietro and not you. Christmas break came and went all too quickly. Pietro even brought you a small gift even though he didn’t celebrate Christmas, what with being Jewish. He was also very touched at your gift a small, framed copy of the photo of his lock screen, only in black and white except for the ribbon in your hair, the number on his Jersey matching his number painted on your cheek. The next year also seemed to rush by, between keeping on top of your studies, your rehearsals for the play, football matches, nationals for your cheerleading competition. It felt like you had barely any time to breathe.

2012

The summer between your 1st year and 2nd year was a small respite, Pietro had decided to stay in his apartment for the summer, he had a summer job and you decided to stick around after trying out for a local theatres summer production of Grease, unsurprisingly you had been cast as Patty Simcox a cheerleader. “How ironic, my little cheerleader playing a cheerleader” Pietro joked. You just rolled your eyes at him, that night Pietro stayed in your dorm, you were going to have to move out for the summer, your roommate for the year had decided she was going to move into her Sorority House next year and was going home for the summer. You and Pietro were cuddled up on the sofa watching Grease, you had your legs over Pietro and the arm of the sofa. To your surprise, Pietro had confessed he’d never seen it and had asked you to watch it with him so he could see who you would be playing. You let out a sigh. “What’s up bunny?” he asked not taking his eyes of the movie, he was rubbing small circles on your legs. “Student housing emailed me today, they said since Sophie is moving out and going home for the summer. I can’t stay in my dorm this summer. I’m trying to figure out where to go as the apartment I want to rent isn’t available until August” you said, blowing your hair out of your face. “Move in with me for the summer,” Pietro said without skipping a beat. “We’re not going to be around much in the daytime, you’ve spent a lot of nights at mine recently and it’s just for the summer, theirs a spare bedroom where you can store your stuff, and Wanda will be visiting in 3 weeks, it’s no big deal,” he said as he continued rubbing circles on your legs. You stared at him for a moment, your mind racing. “Okay,” you said nervously biting your lip. “Okay, I’ll move in for the summer,” you said again this time sounding surer of yourself. You picked up the remote and pressed pause on the DVD. You and Pietro had been dating for most of the school year, and he had been nothing but a gentleman never pressuring you for more than you were comfortable with, he knew Bucky had hurt you and you still hadn’t had sex yet as a result of it. You stood up a peeled of your jumper, Pietro cocked his head with his cute, puzzled expression. You didn’t say anything, instead, you removed your athletic shorts leaving you in nothing but one of Pietro’s football jerseys and your panties. You walked to your bedroom. Pietro didn’t move. After a few moments of waiting for him to follow you walked to your door frame and coughed, Pietro looked at you. “Well, are you coming or not handsome?” you asked leaning against your frame, so his jersey rid up slightly exposing the skin of your stomach. Pietro chucked his phone on the sofa before throwing you over his shoulder. That night you and Pietro had sex for the first time.

December 2012

Summer came and went in a blur of a heatwave, and lots of sex. You moved into your apartment off-campus, you spent a lot of time hanging out with Loki between classes, throwing ideas back and forth for an original piece you had to work on for the spring showcase. Pietro and you would always ride to games together, with Pietro being in his third year, the team bus rides were no longer compulsory and as the college couldn’t afford for the squad to have a bus you had to make your own way to the away games anyway. You and Pietro had driven home for Winter break, your family had decided to head to Boston this year, that way your cousin could see his family, however as you and Pietro had a game two days after New Years it didn’t make sense for you to fly out for such a short period off time. This was your first Christmas in years where you wouldn’t be seeing your family, or even celebrating really. However, Wanda and her Mum had insisted Pietro bring you home with him for the winter break. So that was how you found yourself sat in Pietro and Wanda’s basement drinking beer and hanging out with the old gang along with some new faces. Carol had brought home her girlfriend Valkyrie, Jane and Sam were there, even Peter Parker who was now a senior was there he’d even brought his girlfriend Gwen with him. Wanda had brought home her Boyfriend James or Vision as he was affectionately known. Wanda was studying Fashion in NYC; Vision was studying IT and was a whiz with technology. You were cuddled up in the corner of the sofa with Pietro, he was playing some game with Sam and Peter and you were scrolling through your IG feed. Taylor Swift’s latest Album Red playing through the speakers. Pietro had groaned but with Sam being a secret Swifty he was quickly outvoted. You kissed Pietro’s cheek getting up to grab another bottle of beer each. You were technically underage for another few months, but Wanda’s mum had said if you were going to drink whilst you were here, she’d rather you did it under her roof in a safe controlled manner.

You heard him before you saw him. Being the gracious guest you are, you had noticed the beer was low in the fridge, so you were restocking it when you heard Bucky’s familiar laugh. You may have made peace with what Bucky had done but other than a quick congratulations and farewell at Graduation you hadn’t spoken since that summer back in 2010.

Bucky walked over to the fridge, you had changed your hair colour since you’d last seen him at Graduation in 2011, your usual hair was now a chocolate brown, you had your head in the fridge still when he coughed. “Hi I’m Bucky,” he said. You took a deep breath, grabbed three bottles of beer and pulled your head out of the fridge, turning around to face him. “I’m well aware who you are, Bucky,” you said handing him a beer. Bucky’s eyes widened as his ocean blue eyes reached yours. “Hey Buck,” you said softly. “Y/N. I didn’t recognise you” he grinned, moving to hug you. You let it happen, standing stiffly in his arms. “Yeah it's been a minute, how’s school, and Natasha, I heard you got into UDM?” you asked shooting him a smile before twisting the lid of your bottle. “Yeah, I did. Schools great kicking my ass a bit and Natasha and I broke up actually” he said avoiding eye contact with you. You and Bucky made polite conversation for a few minutes Pietro finished up his game with Sam and Peter, noticed you hadn’t returned so made his way over to you and Bucky. “Hey Bunny,” he said kissing the corner of your head before wrapping his arms around you. “Hey Buck, long time no see!” Pietro said. Bucky stood frozen for a few seconds processing what he had just witnessed. “Hey, Pietro Yeah. It's been a hot minute, so you two are a couple? You guys look cute congrats. Oh man, wow is that Peter over there? I barely recognise him I’m going to go say hey. Catch you guys later!” Bucky said practically running over to Peter. You turned around and kissed Pietro. “Come on Quicksilver, let’s see if I can beat you at Mario Kart,” you said pulling him over to the sofa.

December 2012 – August 2014

Winter break came and went. Your second year at Uni whizzed past. Pietro even joined you and your family for your annual summer vacation in Miami, your grandparents were getting on a bit so you decided to skip the summer production of Hairspray. By the time, your third year rolled around you and Pietro settled into a routine between school, studying, games and rehearsals you would steal kisses in the hallways, meet one another at classes with hot drinks, coffee for Pietro not that he needed a boost of energy and usually a hot chocolate for you. After football games, Pietro would drive you back to his apartment. If it were a rare free evening, you’d curl up with a movie at yours. Hanging onto the small moments of peace. You both knew Pietro was going to be moving to New York after he graduated. He’d been studying business and was going to start a fashion company with Wanda. You also both knew that long-distance wasn’t going to work, you’d been majoring in performing arts, but you had also been taking extra courses to help with a career in advertising as a backup. Saying your goodbyes to one another sucked ass. You and Pietro had left your annual Miami holiday a week early to spend a week in Florida visiting the Theme Parks, Wanda and Vision were also going to meet you there. Neither of you had grown up exceptionally wealthy, but Wanda and Pietro’s dad Max Eisenhardt had reached out to them a few years back and had insisted on paying for the four of you to have a group vacation. He had tried to convince Wanda and Pietro to book a holiday in Germany where he was living but they had refused. Pietro had already packed up his apartment and moved most of it back to his family home whilst you finished up school for the year. He had been staying with you for the summer before joining you on your vacation so when you headed to the airport it was time to say your goodbyes. “Be good Bunny, don’t cause too much mischief with Loki and stay in touch. I love you my little Bunny” he said wiping the tears from your eyes. You couldn’t say anything, so you just held him tight and cried.

Tagging the bestie @lannycleave because I have promised to write a sad Steve one as a way to punnish myself

Part 2

[ddarker-dreams]

first kisses / scarlet ribbons.

[Scarlet Ribbons description]

> Concept; Situations from the different “universe” possibilities in Scarlet Ribbons, where SR Reader ends up with a respective partner. All world building/Pre-VA events are identical in each universe, until they split off into romantic pursuits Post-VA.

>Bruno Bucciarati;

It’s been a strange vacation. You’d like to think that you’re patient, but this is testing the limits of what you can handle. To think that Bruno finds this an enjoyable hobby is difficult to understand. 

"I don’t think I can do this, Bruno...” 

Your hands are shaky around the fishing rod’s handle, making the task at hand all the more difficult. He places his hand atop yours in hopes of reassuring you. The sight before you is stunning, clear ocean water as far as the eye can see, accompanied by a breeze that tickles your face. It smells of saltwater and Bruno’s musky cologne. He’s envelopes you from behind, whispering words of encouragement, warm breath fanning against your earlobe.

“You’re doing just fine,” he hums, clearly amused with your predicament. You pout, uncaring that he can’t see, thinking of how to best get revenge on your Capo later. When he mentioned a getaway weekend to the beach, this wasn’t what you were expecting. “You’ve made it through situations more strenuous than this one, cara. Steady yourself.” 

You grumble out a low string of words. He’s impossible to stay upset with. Time passes by, no fish biting the bait in the water. Finally, you feel the unmistakable tug, adrenaline pumping through your veins. Summoning all your strength, you hoist the fishing rod over your shoulder. Your catch hangs from the hook, a sign of victory, and a reward for your patience. 

Pivoting on your heel, you beam up at Bruno who returns your enthusiasm. “I did it, I did it!” 

“What did I tell you?” He chuckles as you celebrate, jumping up and down on the pier. Everything hits at once. The thought of how his father would’ve loved you as much as he does, how the sunset complements your glowing complexion, of how long he’s wanted to be intimate with you like this. Softening his gaze, his hands cup either side of your face. Anything up until this moment is forgotten, Bruno looking deep into your eyes. 

He closes the distance, head tilting to the side. He tastes of finely aged wine, kissing you with every ounce of emotion that’s been repressed for so long. You return the sentiments with equal fervor, the two of you breathing in sync as your lips mesh together. It’s you who pulls back first, lips tingling from the sensation of Bruno’s passion. He has successfully taken your breath away, a factor he’ll undoubtedly tease you about later. Not that you can be upset with him. If there’s anything Bruno is good at, it’s winning you over. 

He chuckles as you rush to catch your breath, fixing a stray strand of your hair behind your ear. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

>Giorno Giovanna;

Hand in hand, you stroll down the streets of Naples by your lover’s side. It’s been an evening long in the making. Giorno is busy as he is diligent, another reason you’re grateful that he had a lull in his schedule to spend the day with you. Your day has overwhelmed your heart with joy since its conception, the two of you partaking in a variety of activities. All of which pales in comparison to spending time with the one you love. Quality time with Giorno is meant to be treasured, and you intend on doing just that. 

He comes to a sudden pause, earning your attention. You follow his example, standing in place until he explains what he’s up to. The night sky hangs overhead, not a single cloud in sight. Moonlight shines against his face, eyebrows furrowing and full lips parting. Giorno takes the time to prepare his words, hoping to still his rapidly beating heart. You blink, recognizing his thoughtful countenance, wondering what he intends to do next.

He takes a deep breath. “[First]... I wanted to thank you. For lending me your strength.” 

The statement feels out of the blue, sincerity interlaced with every word. You tilt your head. Where is this heading? Giorno wills himself to continue, momentarily distracted by your cute expression. With the hand that holds yours, he brings it to his lips, placing a chaste kiss against it. Warmth floods your face at the intimate gesture. It’s hard not to recall how you did the same thing to him long ago, when Giorno first took his role as Don of Passione. For someone this important to be doing that for you, it’s dizzying. 

Giorno looks up at your flustered self through thick eyelashes, drinking in the sight. 

“Y-you don’t need to thank me for anything.” You stutter out, feeling vulnerable under his gaze. If anything, you’re immensely grateful to him, for giving you the possibility at a different life. Had it not been for Giorno, crippling debt would still have a stronghold on your life. He shakes his head in disagreement. 

“I don’t get to express my gratitude for you often,” he releases your hand, going to cup your face. The pad of his thumb rubs circles lovingly into your cheeks. “So please let me do so now.” 

His words are so quiet, meant only for you to hear. You know how vulnerable he’s allowing himself to be with you. Love swells in your heart, and you meet him halfway to reciprocate the kiss he initiates. Your eyes flutter shut, arms wrapping around his neck; and his hands settle on your waist. There’s so much work to be done to secure the future he wants. A future with you in it. But for now, his mind thinks of none of the sort, too taken with your existence to entertain the thought of anything else.

>Guido Mista;

“You should feel all better now, right?”

Number Five’s sniffles settle down when you pull back, face morphing into a teary eye smile. This has become a tradition of sorts. When the other Pistols take to bullying Number Five, you make sure to pepper him in tiny smooches. Finally content after receiving his share of affection, Number Five returns to his spot of sitting on your shoulder. You’re about to return to looking at your phone when you hear someone clearing their throat.

Mista is stealing glances, his hat having been removed at your behest. Loose, brown curls frame his face, which has an uncharacteristic frown on it. “So, [First]...”

“So, Mista?” You repeat back to him, raising an eyebrow. His arm is behind you on the couch, fingers curling up and warm eyes avoiding yours. His sudden shift in mood strikes you as odd. Mista is the confident, boisterous type. Fluctuating from winking at you, to sharing god awful pickup lines from his favorite movies, and even trying to hit on you in your native tongue. So this apprehension is jarring.

He lets out a laugh, a nervous tick you’ve picked up on. “I was just thinking, babe. About how we haven’t... well, y’know...”

Mista is talking with his hands, trying to communicate what’s on his mind. You have a slight idea at what he’s hinting at. Instead of playing along with him, you decide to tease him as revenge for all the times he’s embarrassed you.

“That we haven’t slept together yet? Is that it? Hm, it’s pretty bold of you to try and come out and try to say that...”

You can’t hold back your grin at how his eyes widen, tan face accented with a bright blush. He’s sputtering out words in a last ditch attempt to salvage his tattered pride. When he sees you breaking out into laughter, and realizes you’re just messing with him, he fully intends to return the favor. Your wrists are grabbed ahold of, Mista pushing you down against the couch. Even as he hovers above you with what’s supposed to be a threatening look, your laughter only grows louder.

What should he do with you...? There’s always the option of tickling you until you’re begging for forgiveness. Or, he could just get what he originally wanted, by making your first kiss his. Opting on the latter, he brings his face down to meet yours. The kiss is everyone you wanted. A bit sloppy, his teeth tugging on your bottom lip, and chest heaving with excitement. Wrapping your arms around his neck, he lets out a noise of surprise when you draw him in closer.

>Narancia Ghirgha;

“So, what does this lyric mean?”

This has become a familiar game between you and Narancia. He tends to enjoy English music more than anything else, and jumps at the opportunity to listen to it with you. Today, you’re sitting shoulder to shoulder on your bed, sharing headphones. It’s a hot day out, your fan trying its best to stave off the summer heat. It’s always the little moments like this with Narancia that you treasure the most.

He waited until the song was finished to pose his question. You place a finger to your cheek, attempting to translate the notable lyrics in your mind before you explain them. You’re surprised that he’s expressing an interest in this particular song — Nights in White Satin — since it isn’t his normal taste. You were hoping to expose him to some other genres. The lyrics of the chorus are the simplest to bring over into Italian, so you start off with that.

His face goes red as a cherry as you repeat “I love you”, for every time the chorus would. Narancia stares at you, jaw agape, and it takes a moment for you to realize why he’s acting this way. Despite your close relationship, and evident feelings, neither of you have spoken those intimate words to one another before now. Feeling suddenly self conscious, you go to reaffirm that you were just translating the lyrics as he asked. 

“I was just—“

“I, uh, I l-love you too, [First]!” He exclaims at a loud volume, interrupting you.

You stare at him. He stares at you. Ah. It looks like you weren’t fast enough to explain the situation. You’re uncertain of who is most embarrassed at this rate. Neither of you speak a word, Narancia experiencing this situation through an entirely different viewpoint. Well, it’s not like you’d be lying if you had said those words with different intent. Still, such a heartfelt confession should be saved for a more fitting environment. Not when you’re wearing booty shorts and a tank top, fighting off sweat from Naple’s oppressive summer.

Narancia seems to be processing things on his own, shuffling to move even closer to you. He’s thinking that, after such a confession, now is the best time to make a move. His face is in front of yours before you know it, a shaky hand being pressed against the side of your face. He squeezes his eyes shut, puckering his lips, and leans in for the kiss. You’re in disbelief over how all of this is going down. It’ll be a story for the ages, you think.

Reaffirming his actions, you return his kiss with a smile, fighting off a laugh. Narancia’s body stiffens when your lips make contact, uncertain if he should hold back or go all in like he desperately wants to. The anxiety swelling up inside him wins out in the end. He pulls back, chest heaving, even though the kiss was very brief. He decides that you taste good, sweet as your personality. 

“Nara, amore mio,” you smile, giggles sneaking past your lips. “Those were just the lyrics to the song. So I’ll say it for real this time. I love you.”

He was... so enamored by you saying it the first time, but now everything makes sense. It hits him like a ton of bricks. Narancia wants nothing more than to sink into the earth, but settles for shoving his face into your pillow and screaming. This has got to be the most humiliating moment of his life. You find it endearing, reassuring him that this is a fitting first kiss from him.

That doesn’t make him feel better.

>Pannacotta Fugo;

“So, to repeat my previous point, you will need to find the value of x by using this process...”

Fugo, blessed be his soul, has appointed himself as your math tutor. While you’re immensely grateful for his efforts, it’s currently one in the morning. You’re fighting the urge to doze off, his velvety voice not making it any easier on you. The topic at hand has long since been forgotten, you think it may have had something to do with algebra. You watch him through lidded eyes, adoration bubbling up from within. He looks so serious, it’s precious. Every time he goes into a new explanation, you can tell that this is a subject he loves to talk about. You could listen to him speak for hours. Though it’d be preferable if it weren’t about math...

“[First]. You’re not listening, are you?” He inquires with a frustrated sigh, poking your cheek. At the interruption of your daydreaming, you lift your head up, straightening your posture. In a meager attempt to prove you were paying attention, you say the first thing that comes to mind.

“W-what was that? Sorry, I didn’t catch the last part, something about capybaras right...” 

Fugo squints at you, lips pursing. He takes in a deep breath, willing himself to stay calm. You’re lucky that he loves you. Anyone else would’ve had a fork or some other sharp object shoved into them by now. He fights off any bitter feelings, looking down and catching the time. The excitement of teaching you got the better of him, he didn’t even realize that it had gotten this late, no wonder you’re falling asleep.

He closes your college textbook, pinching the bridge of his nose. “That’s enough for tonight. You need to get to bed. Now.” 

You mistake his concern for your well being as anger for not paying attention. Fugo always has a difficult time getting the full extent of his feelings across, and he normally doesn’t have any motivation to try. You’re a different story. A reason to better himself, so that he might feel deserving of your love. Fugo’s eyes soften at your crestfallen form, scooting his chair next to yours.

“Hey,” he speaks up in a whisper, tipping his head down to look you in the eye. “You did good today, I’m proud. We’ll continue tomorrow, but you should rest now.” 

“Mm, alright. But first, you need to do me a favor,” you respond through a tired haze. In this sleep deprived state, you’re acting on impulse, your eyes fixated on Fugo’s lips. There’s a single goal at this point. “I want... I want kisses.” 

He’s never seen you this bold before. How tired are you...? He’ll need to ask Bucciarati to reduce your hours after this. For now, he’s flooded with tingling warmth. Fugo has long awaited this day, a day where he could get his feelings for you across. A silent prayer is said that you’ll remember this in the morning. Fugo nods once, pressing a quick peck to your lips. Then to your nose, and your forehead after that. You’ve already fallen asleep, a content smile on your lips. What should he do with you?

Sighing, he picks you up, careful not to wake you. “You’re so much trouble, [First].”

And he loves you for it.

>Leone Abbacchio;

“For once, just let me show you that I’m serious!”

It hurts. The corner of your eyes are stinging, your throat raw from screaming. Abbacchio stares down at you, his own chest heaving from putting up a verbal fight. You’re insufferably persistent in seeking him out. He’ll give you one thing, when you don’t want to back down, you give it your all. Not that he understands it.

Why won’t you just leave me alone already? It’s for your own good. What you see in him is a mystery, that he isn’t willing to entertain any longer. He hurts people. He has hurt too numerous to count, and doesn’t want to add the person he loves to the ranks. Should you hate him, then so be it; maybe then it’ll be easier for him to move on. When you’re staring up at him with fire burning in your eyes, it makes it all the more difficult to hold his ground. He has to, he tells himself. 

“Enough with this already. I’m done here.” He inhales sharply, wanting nothing more than to vanish from this convicting situation. A part of him knows that it’s wishful thinking, the part that knows you. And how stubborn you can be once there’s an idea in your mind. It’s what he both dreads and adores about you.

You rush to block his path of escape, borderline stomping on the way there. He’s taken aback by how bold you’re acting — you’re so certain of yourself. This is how you’ve always been. Abbacchio can’t help but feel jealous at this self-assured nature, how you know what needs to be done. Dammit, even when he’s trying to distance himself from you, his mind drifts elsewhere...

The two of you glare at one another, both parties refusing to back down. If Abbacchio is going to cower away from you, so be it; but not before he understands how much you care. That you’ve meant every word you said. That every action, the hand of compassion you’ve extended towards him, and the relationship built off of it means something to you. You hope it means the same amount to him.

Grabbing a hold of his collar, you jerk the fabric down towards you. He’s scowling, about to ask what the fuck you’re doing, when your faces are inches apart. He needs to move away. He needs to keep you at an arms length, like it’s supposed to be. Abbacchio knows this, and yet, he remains still as a statue.

In stark contrast to your rough actions, your lips meeting his is anything but. It’s driven by months of suppression. Time is at a standstill, neither of you knowing with confidence of what to do next. He doesn’t reciprocate or push you away, too absorbed with his self deprecating thoughts to act clearly. It’s only when you pull back, eyes glassy, that he comes to his senses. 

Was your hunch wrong? Does he really not...? 

Abbacchio’s body acts on his behalf. As he now leads the kiss, it’s far rougher, conveying all that he’s afraid to say. It’s imperfect, as all things are; but the start to a brighter future. You won him over in the end, as frustrating as it may be to admit. It’s a victory that he doesn’t mind. 

>Trish Una;

“I-I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone so beautiful.”

Is this what it’s like to see a goddess in the flesh? Trish stands before you, wearing a stunning outfit unlike anything you’ve ever seen; a black as night dress that hugs against her curves. She’s completely dolled up, ethereal. Wearing winged eyeliner, crimson lip stick, highlighter complementing her cheekbones and blush dusting across her face. It’s mixing in with how flustered you’re making her with that doting stare, Trish having a difficult time maintaining eye contact.

She looks down to her stilettos, the distraction offering an opportunity to think. You’re the first person to ever look at her like this. To offer your full heart and adoration, with no agendas hidden beneath the surface. No, there’s nothing but unabashed care in you directed towards her. Rivaled only by Trish’s love for you.

“D-don’t get all cheesy on me now,” she stutters out, willing herself to return your gaze. Your smile is contagious, and she finds herself returning it. You’re wearing a formal getup as well, and she admires every detail of your outfit. It was one that she picked out for you a week prior, and as predicted, it suits you perfectly. “You look... good. Amazing, I mean.” 

Trish’s heart flutters at the laugh that leaves your lips. Every movement you make has this bewitching power over her, a spell that she doesn’t mind being under. If it’s for you, that is. 

Tonight is an important one -- her first live performance in front of a crowd. You’re nothing if not proud. The two of you have come far, overcoming tribulations that most would crumble under. It feels right. Earned. After the hell you endured together, to experience a shot at something new. Your support for her is what’s made it all possible. 

It won’t be long now until she’s called on stage. If anything, she should be in the greenroom by now, checking through the final touches for the performance. Knowing that you’ll be in the crowd, listening to her song is a motivator unlike any other. For now, though, all of that has been put to the side. It feels like the perfect time. 

Heels click against the ground as she approaches, taking your hands in her own. Swinging them back and forth, she struggles to find the proper words. “Tonight... tonight was only possible because of you. I wanted to tell you that.” 

“But you--”

A manicured finger is pressed against your lips, and she shushes you. 

“Let me finish,” she smiles, content at how you nod, a blush forming on your face. “There’s one thing missing that you need to fix. Give me a kiss for good luck, or I won’t forgive you.” 

You’ve never been happier to follow an order. Her lips are soft, feather light against your own. Some of her lipstick is bound to rub off -- not that either of you care -- and she wraps her arms around your neck. Knowing Trish, she’ll be upset should you mess up her hair. You settle on wrapping your arms around her waist, bringing her in closer. The taste of her lip primer is addicting, tasting faintly of bubblegum. 

Trish doesn’t let you pull back for air, too intent on drinking you in for as long as she can. 

[dearlyjinie]

sniffles & needles (m)

Pairing: Mark Tuan x reader

plot: there isnt any, Mark is horny and finds out that best way to get rid of a cold is sex...

genre: smut, 18+, pwp

Word count: 2.1k

warnings: pwp, masterbating (F & M ish), oral(m), teasing, riding, mirror sex(slightly) daddy kink, Dom-Mark, dom-sub play, dick pics, slit shaming, spanking, horny mark, grinding, fingering (f), creampies, vaginal sex, no protection (remember wrap it before you tap it) thats it i think?

a/n: just a lil something bc today is my bday 🥳and i wanted to give you guys a present lmao, but this is my way to improve in my smut so i hope you guys enjoy this, pls lmk what you think about this as always feedback is always welcome. 

 “You don't feel hot, wait let me take your temperature,” you lift your hand off your boyfriend's forehead, leaving him the living room sofa as you run to get the thermometer.

“I found it” sang, coming to see your sick boyfriend pouting, his arms wrapped around his torso “what’s wron- if you’re pouting because i won’t have sex with you, then you should stop” you say sternly, poking his cheeks, you motion him to open his mouth and insert the thermometer. 

“But whyyy” he whines making you roll your eyes at his childish antics “because your sick baby and i don't wanna get sick”  the thermometer dings letting you know that the time is up, you take it out of mouth checking the number displayed on the small screen. 

“Your fever is down,” you smile. 

“See!!! I'm all better now common babe” Mark gets up from his spot on the couch, pulling you close to his body wrapping his muscular arms around your waist. He nuzzles into your neck inhaling your scent, “please” he whispers, slowly grinding on your ass, you start to feel his bulge. 

Taking a deep breath, you pull away from your horny lover. You look at him annoyed, ever since he woke up he’s been trying to get you to sleep with him. No matter how much you wanted him at the moment you had to restrain yourself, because right now you couldn't afford getting sick, no it was not happening. 

You left the horny man in the living alone suffering from his demise, groaning he plopped down on the sofa he rubbed his face in annoyance “why did i get sick” he whined, coughing. 

“Here take this” you handed him a cough drop “and take off your shirt,” smirking, he put the cherry flavored medicine in mouth sucking on it, humming as it started to make his sore throat feel much better. 

“Oh so did I finally seduce you?” he said, taking off his shirt trying his best to be sexy as his hands reach down to pull the hem of his sweatpants, you stop him showing him the container of vicks vaporub that you held.

“I knew it was too good to be true,” he sighed dramatically, letting you rub the ointment on his chest “you hate me,” you laughed as he dramatically turned away. 

Just when you were about to leave, he tugged your arm making you fall on the sofa landing on his lap “but i love you” he said placing soft kisses on your neck. 

“M-Mark” you accidentally let out a moan, embarrassed you moved his hands from your hips and got off his lap “you smell like vaporub,” you tease running way.  Mark smirks as he watches you leave to your shared bedroom. 

He knew you were close to braking, there was no way he was gonna give up now; especially after hearing that sweet moan of yours. 

Sighing you plop down on your bed “fuck that was close,” you rub your thighs together feeling a familiar wetness starting to form between your legs.

Fuck 

You tapped your fingers on your bare thigh, trying to distract yourself from your urges when you heard the familiar ding from your phone letting you know that someone messaged you, hoping it was the update about your online purchase you picked up your phone only to see it was from Mark. 

Curious to see what he had sent you unlocked your phone. Wide eyed you dropped your phone on the bed, mouth agape as you tried to process what you just saw. 

It was dick pic, more importantly it was Mark's dick. 

Picking up your phone again, you opened the picture. It was an old one, you knew it because well...you've seen it before. He had his pants off leaving enough room to free his hard cock, he posed grabbing it by the base, the tip red and leaking with pre-cum. You licked your lips, feeling yourself getting more aroused by the minute as you imagined yourself tasting the salty taste of his cum.

 Your hand slowly travels south as the reach the waistband of your shorts. Spreading your legs, you gasped as you rubbed your slit. You wondered if he was touching himself right now thinking of you as you thought of him, if his tip is just as red it is in the picture, leaking with cum. You let out a quiet moan as your fingers found your gaping hole barley penetration as you gathered your juices and rubbed on your neglected clit. 

You heard another ding from your grabbing it you opened your messaging app, only to find a selfie of Mark. This time it was new, he is smirking at the camera holding from a low angle allowing you to see everything from waist up. You bite your lip, finally inserting a finger in you, as your eyes traveled to the small patch of his pubic hair, pouting seeing that you could only see leaking tip, and barely at that.

“Why are you pouting princess,” You heard Mark’s voice, quickly taking out your hands from your shorts you sat up leaning on the headboard. Smirking Mark walked up to you, naked “you know the best way to get rid of a cold is sex.” 

His dick stood up, tip angry as pre-cum leaked from it begging you to put it between your lips. You averted your eyes noticing him smirking at you, you felt the bed move as he climbed on it. 

“Don't look away baby girl,” he kissed your jaw, “I saw what you were doing,” he said, nipping at your neck his hands on your breast, squeezing it. Blushing, you felt his fingers on your chin turning you towards him, attaching his lips with yours, you finally gave in. 

Lifting up your shirt up your arms throwing it, Mark smirked looking at your exposed breast “god you’re so fucking beautiful” he says holding the soft flesh as he took your nipple in his mouth, moaning as he twirls his tongue on your sensitive bud. 

Arching your back, you pull on his hair with one hand as the other one slips into your shorts inserting a finger into your core desperately wanting to relieve the tension you felt, just as you are going to insert the second one you feel Mark’s hand wrap around your wrist pulling it out your shorts. You whine feeling empty looking at your boyfriend, bringing your fingers to his plump lips, inserting them in his mouth, letting a groan at your sweet taste. 

“You taste so fucking good, baby girl,” he places two fingers on your lips, telling to lick them. You gladly take them in your mouth, sucking on them. “Good girl,” he says taking off your shorts with his other hand. 

“So wet,” his fingers find your clit, drawing small circles on it as he gives you small kisses on your neck. You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders as he finally inserts two fingers in you, biting on his shoulder as his pumps start to get rougher. 

“O-Oh fuck Mark,” you moan ridding his fingers as he pumps harder bringing you to your climax. 

Mark takes his fingers out of you sucking them clean, letting you catch your breath. “You good, baby?” he asked, caressing your face, kissing your temple. Nodding you get off the headboard, “sit there,” you point to where you were sitting, compiling he scooted over.  

“What now?” he becomes quiet when you grab his length pumping it, “let me take care of you daddy” you say wrapping your lips around his tip circling your tongue. You moan tasting the saltines of the dried off cum from earlier, letting it go with a pop. You take in his length in bobbing your head up and down. You feel his hand wrap around your hair pulling it into a makeshift ponytail pulling you off his dick, a string of saliva leaving your lips attaching to his tip “do it properly, baby” he says whipping saliva from your chin “ you don’t wanna get punished don’t you baby girl?”. 

He pushes your head lower, making you wrap your lips on his cock taking it all in “that's right, take my cock” you feel his pubic hairs tickling your nose, you grab onto his thighs steadying yourself as he fucks your mouth. 

He watches as you from the mirror in front as you lift your ass up, hands in your soaked pussy playing with yourself while he fucks his length into your mouth. 

“You’re such a fucking slut” he lands a hard slap on your ass making you whimper into his dick, “playing with yourself while sucking daddy off” he spanks you again.

You could his thighs flex under your touch, he’s close you think, taking him deeper in your throat. 

“Ah fuck im close,” he whimpers “are you close y/n?” with your mouth full, you moan out a small yes. 

“Oh god, come with me” he says, giving you his last thrust as he shoots his hot cum into your mouth, you feel your legs tremble, you came.

Swallowing, you look at him, dazed from your second orgasm of the night. You smile watching him catch his breath, you grab his semi-hard cock as it twitches in your hand, slowly pumping it. 

“Oh fuck, baby” Mark leaned his head back, hitting the headboard. You got on his lap attaching your lips together as you grind on his length coating it with your juices. 

“M-mark” you moan as you feel his tip rub your clit, you hover over his length aligning it to your entrance.  

You moan Mark’s name, feeling enter “holy shit baby, you’re so fucking tight” Mark says wrapping his lips around your tit. 

You move slowly and start to rock your hips faster, getting used to his size. 

“F-fuck yeah, just like that baby” Mark moans into your ear as you bounce on his dick harder, matching your pace he thrust harder, hitting your cervix. 

The room is filled with the sounds of your moan and skin slapping.

You felt the coil in your stomach tighten as your orgasm approached, “M-Mark, I” you tried to talk, with each thrust you felt like you were gonna break. Mark felt the way you clenched around his cock, and the way you gripped onto his shoulders “are you gonna come, Y/n?” he asked, not trusting your voice anymore you simply nodded biting down on his shoulder as you let pleasure take over “I’m gonna cum too, cum on my cock babe,” he said rubbing your clit bring you to your orgasm. 

Stars erupted over your vision for a second as you came. Your back arched while your cunt squeezed down on the dick that was still carving its way through you. 

“f-Fuck yeah thats my good girl, coming on daddy’s cock like that” Mark said thrusting harder, chasing his high. You felt his thrust getting sloppier as he neared his orgasm, his dick twitch inside you as he pumped his cum into, his torso pressed against yours. 

He held you close, staying inside still his dick got too soft to stay inside, he pulled out giving you a kiss.  He laid you on the bed next to him, watching you catch your breath “Thank you for that, now you’ll see i'm gonna be better by tomorrow,” he said laughing as he got off the bed to get a wet towel to clean you and some water.

Smiling at him you waited for his return, ready to cuddle and go to sleep when all of a sudden you felt your throat start to tickle, you ignore the feeling thinking that your throat is most probably sore from the blowjob till you start to see the oh so familiar sensation of your nose being tickled and you let out a sneeze. 

“Fuck” 

* * *

“I'm sorry baby,” Mark cooed as he warps you around a blanket, you caught Mark’s cold because neither  you or your boyfriend couldn't control your hormones so now you are the one to suffer from the consequences. 

“Well you know” Mark starts off as you take a sip of your tea, “to get rid of a cold it's best to have se-” before he was able to finish the sentence you threw a cushion on his face, laughing he raised his hands up admitting defeat. 

“At least it worked the first time” he whispered, scrolling through Netflix in search of something to watch. 

[istantoomanykpopidols]

Chan’s Studio - Cat Boy Felix

Felix was bored. Bored and horny, he wanted Chan to get back already.

They had to hide it from the group. After all imagine the scandal that would break out if anyone knew Chan and Felix were dating, and had been for almost 7 months. It was hard but they made do, Felix sneaking into Chans studio and them sharing a bed at night.

Finally Felix couldn't take it, he knew that Chan would be holed up in his studio stuck messing around with tunes until something fit. Very stressful work for him but he always pulled it off. Well tonight Felix planned to help out with the stress. They had done it a few times before and Felix knew that Chan still had the stuff left from last time.

Walking out towards the entrance he was stopped by Seungmin. "Where you off too". "Not sneaking out to a girl I hope, " he teased. Not necessarily a girl but close enough Felix thought.  "Aah I'm out to check on Chan, he works too hard and should have a rest" It was true after all, no need to lie.

He sat fidgeting in the cab as he was driven to the studio. He hoped Chan wouldn't get too mad with him being out at 11:40pm. Regardless he had made up his mind and Felix was stubborn. Slipping out of the cab making sure to pay he raced inside, out of the cold night air. Slipping into Chan's studio he noticed he was out currently, although he had left his work open on the computer so he was going to be back soon.

Slipping the outfit out of the drawer where it has been stored after last time Felix slipped it on. Lace and frills sliding over his pale skin, having previously dropped his clothes to the ground. Finally the cat ears made an appearance. Chan enjoyed them, maybe a little too much at times.

He was just in time sitting down on Chan's chair just as he entered again. "Felix, what are you doing here,' Chan startled by Felix’s presence jumped back against the door. Fortunately for Felix it had been closed behind Chan so no one else could see inside. 

‘I know how hard you have been working lately and decided that, maybe it was time for me to help relieve some stress.’

Felix stood up, summoning all his confidence, after all he was standing in front of Chan naked apart from skimpy lingerie and cat ears. ‘Come on you know I can help’ he pleaded with Chan. That pushed him over the edge. Felix could see the lust in Chan’s eyes as he strode forward. Felix was pushed against the wall, Chan's rough hands grasping his forearms. He could feel his breath as he stared down his body. ‘Ugh Felix you know what this outfit does to me’

Of course Felix did. Especially after last time he wore it. Who knew Chan would love it so much. And that was exactly why he wore it, he knew Chan would never be able to say no to him in that outfit.

Chan slipped one of his hands down, just far enough to tease the edge of his lingerie. ‘ You sure kitty’ he asked, nibbling at his lip like usual.

‘Just fuck me already, please.’

His voice came out as a whimper. Felix just wanted to feel Chan’s fingers buried inside him,, or better yet his thick dick. He shoved himself at Chan impatiently, unwilling to wait any longer. ‘Your impatient today kitty’ Chan whispered in his ears, smoothly sliding two of his fingers into Felix’s hole. Felix gasped, Chan’s fingers filling him up so nicely. ‘That’s it kitty, fuck yourself on my fingers, let me take care of you now.’

Chan slipped another finger inside Felix stretching him out, while Felix started to grind his hips down needing the sensations it provided. 

“Need more,” Felix begs, reaching out to press his lips against Chan’s. Pulling away for a second to finish his sentence, “want you inside, Daddy, please” before capturing Chan’s lips again.

Chan couldn’t wait any longer. Grabbing the cherry lube in one hand he spread it along his dick until he was sure it was covered. Thrusting inside Felix, Chan let out a moan. “Oh kitty, your soo tight, a perfect kittycat for me.”

Chan couldn’t last much longer. He grabbed Felix’s cock giving it a rub for him. “Please Chan, cum in me” Felix begged, arching up into Chan. That was all it took for Chan to cum, pumping Felix’s ass full of his cum while Felix came into Chan’s hand.

“Did my little kitty like that, enjoy being fucked by daddy,” Chan whispered leaning right into Felix. “Do you enjoy being full of my cum.”

Chan grabbed a butt plug from out of the draw, small enough for Felix to take it comfortably while big enough to keep his cum in. “Come on kitty lets plug you up, keep you nice and full.”

Chan slid his cock out of Felix’s ass before swiftly replacing it with the butt plug. “Come on babe, time to get you home” sweeping Felix’s body up in his arms Chan grabbed a blanket to cover Felix’s mostly naked body. Pulling off the cat ears and grabbing his pants to put back on Chan walked out of the studio. Felix was so tired he had fallen asleep in Chan’s arms, snuggled up like the cute kitty he was.

Somehow they made it back to the dorms, Chan walking into his room laying Felix down on the bed, “wait here babe I will get a cloth to clean you up under there” Chan whispered to Felix unsure if he was still awake or not. Making his way back to his room with the warm cloth Chan cleaned up Felix and himself before wrapping them both in blankets.

The next morning they woke together, Felix groaned as he realized he still had the buttplug fit inside. “Ahh Chan, we should probably have a shower, don’t you think. "

[floralamongtheclouds]

Hi ! I'd like to request a smut scenario for a jealous Yami and his beautiful fem!reader ? At the end of their date, his fem!s/o paid no attention to him while she was talking to an old friend so he gotta punish her that night for that ;). (Yami is my fav one in BC btw.)

Of course! And to let other readers know, they sent me a separate message clarifying that these prompts were 148 and 158 from the smut prompt list! Also, I don’t know why, but before I started writing for this request, I thought you had specified that Julius was the old friend, but I am now realizing you didn’t, but I’m gonna take some creative liberty and have Julius be the friend 

Warnings: NSFW/Spicy, swearing

Jealous!YamixFem!Reader 

148: “I’m not jealous! It’s just... you’re mine.”

158: “I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you forget that guy’s name”

The date had been going well... at first. At least, that’s how Yami felt, but you looked like you were having the time of your life.

Of course. Of fucking course that pompous, butts-his-head-into-everything Wizard King just had to be at the same place you two were, and just had to come over and start talking to you, and just had to pull up a chair, thus forth stealing all of your attention.

Yami wasn’t quite sure how long the conversation that the two of you were holding had gone on; could’ve been twenty minutes or two minutes, all he knew was that it was going on for too damn long. Sighing for the umpteenth time, he rolled his eyes over to you, hoping to catch your eye and signal to you that Julius needed to fucking leave, but you were too enraptured with whatever you were talking about. You were smiling and giggling at what Julius said to you, making Yami’s blood boil. He was the one that should’ve been making you act like that during your date, not the Wizard King.

“You know,” Yami stood up, quickly getting fed up with how the night was ending, “I actually forgot we were late for something else we had planned for the night. Come on, y/n.” Moving around the table, he grabbed your arm to pull you up from your chair while simultaneously throwing down a bag of coins for the meal, not really caring if it was too much or too little.

“O-oh,” you sputtered out in surprise, “Ok. Well, it was good seeing you Julius!” Your sentence getting increasingly louder as he pulled you farther away from the table.

“See you next time, y/n, Yami!” While Julius sounded chipper in his goodbye, his face showed confusion. While Yami had a blunt way of ended a conversation, he never left during the middle of a meal. Something about not letting good food going to waste or something.

“We have something else planned?” You questioned turned around after waving goodbye to your good friend. “You didn’t mention anything past dinner when we talked about going out?”

“Not necessarily,” Yami grumbled, scrambling to come up with an excuse, “I was just finished eating and didn’t want to spend all night in that stuffy restaurant.”

“No you weren’t? We weren’t even halfway through eating!”

Now, it wasn’t like Yami hated Julius or anything, hell he was technically the reason why you and him met, but the fact that he just crashed your date with no second thought made Yami agitated to the highest degree.

“Yami, what’s going on?” You demanded, digging your heels into the ground to get him to stop pulling you around.

“I was just ready to leave, ok?” He huffed, turning around to face you. You squinted your eyes at him, tilting your head slightly. It was obvious that you were thinking about the nights events to see what caused him to act the way he was.

“Yami, are you... are you jealous?” 

“I’m not jealous!”

You quirked your eyebrow, challenging him to explain that if he wasn’t jealous, than what was going on?

“It’s just... you’re mine. I had this really nice date set up for us and suddenly you were giving all your attention to Julius...”

Your eyes softened at his confession. “Oh, babe, I didn’t even think of it that way. Still, you could’ve just told Julius what was going on, I’m sure he wouldn’t have batted an eye. Regardless, I’m sorry.” You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and instinctively he wrapped his arms around your waist. He his is face in the crook of your neck, unable to look you in the eyes as he realized he may have overreacted just a little bit, but he was never going to admit to that. Doing so, though, he missed the mischievous smiling forming on your lips as one of your hands started to slide down his chest. You tilted your head slightly to whisper in his ear, your mouth lightly brushing up against it.

“Can I make it up to you?”

Thankfully, the rest of the Black Bulls were already passed out by the time the two of you had made it back to base, so no one saw how Yami couldn’t keep his hands off of you or heard your soft giggles that followed. He quickly pushed you into his room, closing the door by slamming you against it.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you forget that guy’s name,” He murmured into your ear, “You’ve been very naughty tonight, I think you deserve punishment. Don’t you?”

Your breath hitched at his words, heat already pooling low in you. You nodded vigorously, not trusting your voice as he started to slide his hands down your sides to play with the top of your skirt.

“Use your words, sweetheart.”

“Y-yes sir.”  

“Good girl.” He purred before quickly shoving down your skirt and panties in one quick motion. You didn’t have time to comprehend what he had done as he was already picking you up to lay you across his lap while he sat on the bed.

“Do you remember the safe word?” He asked you, breaking character for just a moment, while lightly rubbing your bare ass.

“Yes.” You squirmed, grateful that he was double checking that you stayed safe, but your body felt like it was buzzing with anticipation and you just wanted him to get on with it.

Without warning, his hand loudly spanked your behind, causing you to cry out. You could feel heat bloom where his hand had landed, but instead of hurting, it made you feel so deliciously good. He spared you no time, quickly spanking you again, but this time you bit your lip to quite the loud cries that were coming from your mouth.

“Now, we can’t have that, baby girl,” he pulled on your hair to left your head up and meet his eyes, “I wanna hear every noise that comes out of that pretty little mouth of yours. I want everyone to hear you, so they know exactly that I’m the only one who can make you feel this good.” He smacked your ass to prove his point, this time you let the loud groans tumble out. “Understood?”

“Yes, sir.” You panted, giving him the go ahead to continue is ministrations.

You lost count on how many times he had spanked you, seeing as the pleasure coursing through your body clouded your mind and your vision, leaving you a panting, whiny mess. You were sure that you had left a mess on him as you could feel the wetness from your dripping cunt leak down your legs, practically begging for attention.

“Feeling good, baby?” He asked you, rubbing loving circles on your cherry red ass. All you could manage was a feeble “Mhm.” as most of your concentration was set on not just giving into the pleasure and basically rutting yourself against his legs, seeing as that would just result in more punishments and you didn’t know if you could last that long without some form of release.

“You’ve been such a good girl for me,” he gingerly moved you so you straddled his waist, “I suppose I should reward you. Would you like that?”

“Yes.” You moaned out. The bulge in his pants pressed just right against your core and it took all you had to not start grinding down it.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir. Please, I’ve been so good, I want... no, need you inside of me...” You couldn’t stop the breathy words from spilling out of your mouth; your body felt like it was on fire with need.

At your statement, Yami couldn’t do anything but grip your waist and lightly buck his hips into yours, causing you to moan out, finally feeling that friction you so desperately craved.

“Well, when you beg so nicely, how can I say no to you?”

That was the only warning he gave you before flipping you over and pinning you to the bed with his thighs. He ripped his shirt off, throwing it somewhere in the darkened room, and met your lips with a fiery kiss. His hand trailed down your body and stopped at your pulsating core, gently sliding a finger in to pump in and out of you.

“God, you’re perfect,” he broke your kiss to moan into your ear, “so eager, so wet, just for me.”

“Just for you.” You repeated back, reveling in the feeling he was giving you, but you still wanted more. You felt him shudder at you words before he briefly pulled away from you and you heard the sounds of his pants unzipping and falling to the ground.

You wanted to whine at the loss of contact, but you knew better than to do something that would warrant more punishments. While you felt like you were going to implode from the teasing, you knew he could go all night and you didn’t want to test those waters at the moment.

He reappeared in your vision, on top of you once more. A flash of teeth was all you got from him before suddenly he fully bottomed you out with his cock and set a brutal pace.

“Fuck!” Was all you could cry out as your hands found purchas on his biceps. He moved your legs up so he could drive deeper and deeper into you.

You didn’t know how much longer you could last and he could sense that, so he reached down to start rubbing at your clit, causing you to scream out in pleasure as pressure started to coil tighter and tighter inside of you.

“Do you wanna cum for me,” he rasped at you, panting hard in between in each word, “Cum like the good little slut you are?”

“Yes!” You practically yelled out. “Yes! Please! P-please let me cum!”

“Then cum.” As if his words had power, you came right then. Yami rode you out through your orgasm, his coming not too long after yours. He didn’t stop slowly pumping in and out of you until you whimpered out from overstimulation and he rolled over to your side, wrapping his arms around you to pull you close to his chest.

“You ok?” He started running his fingers through your hair.

“Mhm,” you nuzzled even closer to his chest, “I feel amazing.”

“Good,” he lightly pulled you away for you to look into his darkening eyes, “Because our night has only begun.”

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[eternalmx]

anon request: could i request a changkyun fluff/smut where s/o met changkyun at a club and things went out of hand when they both got drunk? thank you!

🦋a/n: I'm not sure this is what you wanted and Im so so so sorry this took so long🥺😭 if you want me to write you another one please let me know okay?? again, sorry for the wait and thank you for requesting! ❤️

warnings: unprotected sex (please use protection! stay safe kids), mild dirty talk, blow job, fingering, sub changkyun (?), fluff

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The lights flashed, a dark purple & purple, the music blaring loud enough for your ears to go numb, the sight of bodied pushing against one another on the dance floor. That's when their eyes met. His eyes have been locked on her most of the night and now was the time to act on it. She was dancing when he came up behind her. He kept his distance at first, observing her movements.

"You're here" he asked, she turned around and have his a sly smile and nodded in agreement. His hand laced around her waist as she back into him. Pressing her back side against his manhood, gained a low groan from the beautiful man she was dancing with. She felt his pants grow tighter aroun his growing man hood. They both smelled like heavy alcohol.She turned around, eyes meeting his, as she hooked her arm around his neck. He smirked and leaned down to kiss her. The kiss started off slow and soft. Too slow, she thought, the alcohol getting the best of her. Her hand traveled down his chest and landed on his belt. She looked at him but he didn't budge. He only grabbed both her hands and spun her back around to pull her waist into his. She gained a few low moans as she pressed back into him, accidentally, while dancing.

His breath hot as he leaves a trail of wet kisses against her neck. He smelt like alcohol but it was a nice scent coming from him. It took over her whole body, distracted by the scent or him, she let out a gasp when his hand trailed along the waist line of her skirt.

"Let's g-go somewhere private" he says, slurring a little. He grabs her hand, and they walk to the exit of the club.

His lips attached to her neck as soon as the door closed behind them back at his apartment. He pushed her back against the door and kissed her, this time wasting no time on being gentle. Her lips tasted like cherry alcohol to him as he bit down, earning a moan. His hands went back down to her waistband, her hips bucking against his hands that have barely touched her yet.

"Eager, are we?" he asked, tilting his head, flashing his dimples at her. She nodded, making him laugh a bit. He unzipped her skirt and slip it down her legs slowly. The cold air hit her making her more wet. His fingered connected with her bud. Her eyes shut tightly, as his hand began rubbing circles thought her panties. The euphoric feeling in her stomach building slowly, her moans got louder, as her stomach tightened.

"You can't cum just yet, baby" he says pulling away as she whines a little. His lips attached to her once again, her hands making their way through his hair. Her hands lands on his hardened member through his pants, his eyes widened as she planned him through his jeans.

"Fuck..." he said, leaning his head against hers. His lips desperately trying to connect onto hers.

"We should s-stop, we're to drunk" you say in between kisses, he smiles against your lips.

"That's what makes it fun, babe" he says, pulling you into the bedroom. He walks you over to the edge of the bed and uses his knee to spread your legs. Your heartbeat quickened at the sudden thought of what he was about to do. He slid you panties down on the floor.

"It's ashame, I really liked how these looked on you" he says, tossing them to the side. He kneeled down in front of her, licking his lips, never breaking eye contact. His tongue pressed against her folds as he licked painfully slow. Her hands wrapped in his hair as you hips automatically reacted. He hummed against her, sending vibrations through her body. She shut her eyes tight as his younger dipped in and out, in and out, in and out, over and over. The familiar euphoric feeling taking over her body slowly. His thumbed rubbed her clit harshly, and the combination of both his tongue and fingers on her was enough to send her over the edge. She came undone and he stood up, licking his lips and pressing them to hers. He hovered over her for a minute and she gained some strength to flip him over so she was on top. He trapped her hips, pushing her down against his clothes member.

"P-please" she said, breathlessly as he kept guiding her hips back and forth on himself. His eyes shut as her hands ran down his boxer. Wrapping around his manhood and slowly pumping it. Her thumb grazed over the tip, earning a loud moan as his hands loosened around her waist.

"F-fuck babe" he says, throwing his head back, thrusting into her hand. She smiled, only she knew how to get him this weak, and she's barely touched him.

She pulls his boxers down and she teasingly rubs him against her wetness. His hands pull her down onto his length, causing them both the moan very loudly. His his thrusting up into her, causing her stomach to fill with desire. Her hips instinctively rotated against him.

"You're so tight, fuck!" he says, pulling her down to him. His lips attacking her neck and marking is. She kisses at his neck, sucking on the sweet spot right where his beauty mark is. His moans that filled her ears brought her closer to the edge, his hips lifting up to meet hers, as she bounced up and down on him.

"I'm gonna come okay, beautiful?" he says, he had a tendency of complimenting and being encouraging during sex with her. His most vulnerable self. His encouragements along with his hot breath on her neck made her hips move faster against his.

"Shit" he moaned in her ear as she felt her walls clench around him and him twitch inside her. With a few more thrusts, they both came undone. Her hands placed on his chest trying to catch her breath before moving off of him. He pulled her down next to him. Grabbing her hand and placing kisses on her knuckles, he pushed the hair out of her face.

"Do you think we'll remember this tomorrow?" she laughs, half joking but still feeling the alcohol pumping through her system.

"Oh babe, I sobered up the second you touched me" he says, and kissing her nose. He reached to pull her off the bed.

"Let's go get cleaned up babe!" he says, intertwining their hands and pulling her into the bathroom.

"If you're trying to have shower sex with me you can just ask" she says, walking towards the bathroom.

"As much, as I would love to take you against the bathroom wall, I don't think it's a good idea, were both drunk and I don't feel like explaining to a doctor that I was fucking my beautiful girlfriend and accidentally fell and ended up in the ER. but definitely next time" he says with a wink, making you slap his shoulder of embarrassment. He went to get a washcloth and ran it under the faucet and began wiping himself clean and you mimicked his actions.

"What?" you ask, catching his eyes on you as you wiped youself clean.

"Nothing, I'm just lucky" he says, smiling and pushing his hand through his hair. You blushed and walked over to him.

"Well, you're not so bad yourself" you say, placing a kiss on his nose.

[inactive-shroomiehomie]

K!nktober Bingo pt.2

Square: Dirty Talk

Warnings: Unprotected sex, slight dom/sub talk but nothing big, and i’m not sure what else to put here but it’s pretty filthy.

Pairing: Dominick “Sonny” Carisi Jr. x Reader

Word Count: 1629

Late nights working the precinct seemed to always drag on. Carisi was the last one left in the bullpen to finish up his reports. He had been the lead on the case, so it only made sense for him to get more than the rest did. He glanced over at Olivia in her office; She was deep into a conversation on her phone with who knows who, but it seemed to be business.

He hummed to himself and went back to his work, the clicks of his keyboard eventually blending together and sounding like static. Soon enough though his phone started to buzz on his desk. Carisi glanced down at it to see your name pop up. He picked it up quickly, thinking at this time of night it must be some kind of emergency.

No. Oh hell no. It was far from a real emergency. When Carisi unlocked his phone to view your messages, his face turned cherry red. You were in nothing but your undies and an old sweater of his, your hand shoved down the front of your bottoms. Your bottom lip sucked in between your teeth.

Y: It's nothing like you, Sonny. Hurry home ❤

Carisi quickly finished typing up his report before logging off of his computer. He gathered up his belongings and replied to you eagerly.

C: Missing me that much, doll? You better not come before I get home.

He said a quick goodbye to Olivia, who just waved, and jogged down to the elevator. While he was alone, you just kept sending more and more pictures. Carisi bit down on the inside of his cheek. God, you were gonna get it when he got home.

Carisi’s text made a shiver run up your spine. That school boy demeanor was just something everyone else got to see. But when he’s with you he’s such an amazing and tender, yet filthy lover. 

You didn’t think Carisi would respond to the text the way he did though. So you devised yourself a little plan. Before he could make it home, you threw on an old pair of sweatpants and changed out of his sweater to a hoodie of your own. You skittered into the living room, grabbing a bag of chips from the kitchen as you passed. Flinging yourself back on the couch, you turned the television on to whatever happened to be on.

After a while of watching some sitcom series you could hear the jingling of keys outside of your front door, followed by a couple of annoyed ‘fuck’s. You shuffled further into the couch, getting cozier in your seat.

Carisi swung open the door and stepped in, dropping his items to the floor and kicking the door shut behind him. He stared silently at you as you watched television. You didn’t even look at him. You just continued to snack on your chips and watch your show.

With your eyes focused on the tv, you could hear the soft click of Carisi’s shoes make their way behind you. He leaned down and pressed his hands into your shoulders, lightly massaging them.

You turned around to look up at him, a fake look of shock plastered on your face.

“Oh! Hey, babe. How was work?”

Carisi quirked an eyebrow up at you, as if saying “Seriously?” He huffed out of his nose, fingers digging into the perfect spots on your shoulders.

“Oh, ya know. Same old, same old.” 

While he massaged your shoulders, you let out a soft moan that made Carisi’s jaw tighten. 

“But ya know,” He stopped massaging your shoulders and brushed your hair to one side of your neck. He leaned down close to your ear, “I did get a little text today.”

You didn’t turn to face him, biting your lip gently, “Is that so?”

Carisi hummed in response, “It made things...” He kissed the shell of your ear, “...pretty hard. I didn’t even get to finish my paper work, doll.” He continued kissing your skin, trailing them down the dip of your neck.

You closed your eyes as you reveled in the feeling of his lips against your skin.

“W-What were the texts?” You questioned, trying to hold back a moan.

He immediately removed his lips from you. You let out a small whimper, missing the feeling of him against you. Carisi brushed your hair back to normal on your shoulders and slowly made his way around to your side of the couch. He stopped right in front of you and put his first two fingers under your chin, tilting your head up to face him. His pupils were blown wide and his jaw was tightened so hard you’d thought he was going to break a tooth. You squeezed your knees together.

“You know exactly what those texts were.” 

You bit your lip and feigned innocence. “Why don’t you indulge me?”

Carisi chuckled softly and knelt down to your level more, “Well...” He guided you back on the couch, now hovering over you with a grip on your chin so you couldn’t look away. Nothing rough, just enough pressure to keep you in place.

“The first one...” He paused to shove one of his knees between your legs, “You had on my old sweater. Y’know... the blue one with all of the snags in it? You had your hand shoved down the front of my favorite panties of yours.” 

Not once did either of you take your eyes off of one another. Even when he pressed his knee right up against your cunt. You choked out a moan, not even trying to hide it anymore. Carisi started wiggling his knee against you, not once breaking eye contact.

“You know how difficult it is trying to drive home when my dick is pressed against my zipper? Huh?” 

You shook your head, your eyes daring to close from the pleasure shooting through your body. 

“The thought of you crouching over in your seat to suck me off on the way home crossed my mind so many times on the way over. You just love to rile me up, don’t you?”

“It makes things more fun, Sonny.” You laughed slightly through your moans, “Now instead of your knee, why don’t you show me what you really wanna do with me?”

“Oh you’d like that.” He huffed, a cocky smirk making it’s way onto his face. “I’m not gonna give it to you if you don’t ask politely.”

You whined desperately against him, “Please, Sonny.. Give me more.” You begged, grinding your hips into his knee in an attempt to get more friction.

Carisi shook his head, “Oh I know you can do a lot better, doll.”

You sighed shakily, “Sonny, baby, please... Please fuck me... I need your cock so bad baby.”

“There it is.” He whispered, pulling away from you and sitting up slightly to undo his belt.

You didn’t even wait for him to pull the belt from it’s loops, you pushed Carisi onto the couch so he laid back all of the way. You made quick work of getting rid of your sweatpants and climbed on top of him. 

“Shit, you really can’t wait can you?” 

He dug his hand into his pants and pulled out his cock, pumping himself a few times before squeezing himself at the base. You didn’t have enough patience to go into the bedroom for any lube or a condom, but thank fuck you were on the pill. Not to mention with how wet you are, you could’ve soaked a hole through the cushions.

You waddled your way back onto his lap as he held himself still for you. When you lowered yourself down onto him, the initial stretch made you whine. You couldn’t tell if it was pain or pleasure, but you wanted more and more of it. Sinking all the way down onto him you stopped yourself, giving you and Carisi time to adjust. 

“Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around me already.” Carisi moaned, running his hands up the front of your sweat shirt to graze your stomach. “You make me wanna cum in you already.”

“Keep talking like that and I’m gonna cum too, baby.”

You both chuckled a but before you started moving. It was a slow pace to start. Each bounce of your hips making your eyes want to roll back in your head. His cock was angled just right to smack up against that bundle of nerves inside of you. Carisi pressed his thumbs into your hips to steady you, but also so he can bring his hips up to meet yours.

“God, I bet you’ve been waiting for this all day. Having my cock buried in you, with you bouncing on my lap.” Carisi growled out his own moan, “Fuck, doll, I’m almost there.”

You nodded your head, mouth hanging open to let your moans escape freely. “Me too, me too.” 

After a few more thrusts, Carisi grabbed the draw strings in your sweatshirt and pulled you down to meet him. He crashed his lips against your own. The new angle made you yelp from surprise and new found pleasure, giving Carisi the perfect opportunity to shove his tongue in your mouth. When he did that, his hips started to stutter. You dug your hands in Carisi’s hair as he came inside of you, that in turn triggering your own orgasm. Your thighs shook as you both rode yourselves out, your whole body felt like it was vibrating.

Once you calmed down, you fell against him. He lazily wrapped an arm around you and kissed the top of your forehead.

“Now that’s one way to get me home in a hurry.”

You giggled against his chest, kissing his peck as you nuzzled against him.

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