#Dirty little secret fic

[bteezxyewriter12]

Dirty Little Secret/ 1

Pairing- Wooyoung x Named Reader

Word count- 3.4k

Includes- Complete filth, sub Wooyoung, Dom reader, mommy kink, riding, choking, collar and leash, use of "puppy" name, pussy eating, blow job, deep throating, cum eating, dirty talk, praising, teasing, orgasm denial, fucking from behind, multiple orgasms, angst

Tag List- @mingtina @jaxxmine @yeosayang @delightfulmoonbanana @tannie13 @y00nzin0 @marsstarxhwa

@yeosxxx @seokwoosmole @jjongsbebe @wisejudgedragonhairdo @meowmeowminnie @woo-stars @borntowalkaway @usagionthered @san-realblkwife @seonghwasstar @jejeyeppeo @soulseobi05 @kpop-bambi

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J POV

I roll my hips back and forth, fucking his cock, leaning over him, my hand on his throat

He whines, looking up at me with pleading eyes

"What does my baby boy want?", I tease

"Mmmm", he whines

"Baby wants to be choked?"

He nods

I smirk, squeezing my hand on his throat

His fingers dig into my hips, his body going rigid and I move faster, bouncing on his dick

After a few seconds, I let go of his neck slowly, letting him breathe

"Good baby boy?"

He nods, "Yes mommy"

"My baby likes to be fucked good huh?"

He nods again, panting harder

I look down at his beautiful face in so much pleasure

Pleasure because of me

I honestly don't know how this happened

No wait I do

I don't know how it became this

He just told me some kinks he'd want to try and asked me if a girl would do it

I told him a girl might but he'd have to be honest with her about it

He asked me if I would do it if a guy asked me to

I said yeah, as long as I liked the guy

The kinks aren't bad

He just wants to be dominated

Held down, tied up, handcuffed, called names, teased, call whoever is doing it to him mommy

And choked

He really likes being choked

He asked me if I would do it with him and I said yes

Fuck it

He's my best friend

And I love him

Like in love with him

I told myself it would be once

So we did it and he loved it

And asked to keep doing it

So we have this best friends with benefits thing going on

But it's just to do his kinks

I usually ride him, tell him what to do and choke him until he orgasms

He doesn't fuck me hard unless I tell him to

He doesn't do anything unless I tell him to

He loves to be submissive

I know he can be dominant but he's not with me

With other girls yeah

But I'm what he calls his dirty little secret

No one knows about us or what I do to him

It's natural for us to disappear during shoots because we've always done it

It used to be to talk and catch up, get food, joke around, play a game on one of our cells

But now it's to fuck

It's the only way I can be with him, he feels safe with me, so I do it

"Please mommy", he cries

"What Woo? What does my baby want?"

"Want you to cum on me"

"Oh yeah?", I smirk

He nods, "Feels so good. Want your cream on me. Please"

I run my fingers in his jet black hair, the soft silk strands falling through easily

"Please", he begs

"We'll see", I say, sitting up

Reaching over the couch, I pull out the collar and leash he wanted me to buy for him

The collar has a tag I picked

One side says "Fuck Me", the other says "Not allowed to Cum until owner says so"

He got so fucking hard and so subby when he read the tags

He loves it

"Wanna be my puppy?"

He nods his head so fast, sitting up on his elbows, his head back, neck exposed to me

"What a good boy", I praise him, putting it around his neck

I check the time

About an hour before the break from the photo shoot is over

I climb off him and he whines

I tug sharply on the leash and he quiets down

"Don't worry puppy, I'll cum on your cock when I'm good and ready", I tell him, "But first you have to eat"

His eyes light up and he nods

I sit back on the couch, leaning on the arm rest, opening my legs

"Come on Woo"

He lays on his stomach immediately, his tongue on me, licking up slowly

"Mmm", I moan, pleasure filling me

He keeps going, his tongue moving up and down, swirling

He always eats my pussy so well

Like he can't get enough

I was so surprised that he's so good with his tongue

He usually brags about getting blow jobs or fucking a girl dumb with his massive cock

He never mentions eating them out or his tongue

It was a pleasant surprise

"Good boy", I praise him, running my fingers in his hair, watching him, "Puppy likes eating his pussy?"

He nods, "So much. Tastes so good"

"Mmmm hmm. It's all for you baby"

His hands grip my thighs hard, licking like his life depends on it

God his tongue is so fucking good

Moving my hand down, he pulls away a little, while I use my fingers to spread my lips

"Lick your bumb baby"

His tongue rolls over my clit over and over, sending amazing pleasure through my body

"Suck on your bumb puppy"

I watch his mouth wrap around my clit, sucking softly

"Yes baby. Just like that. My good boy knows how to suck so well"

His mouth moves faster every suck, bringing me closer, the sight of his pretty lips around my clit throwing me over the edge

"Fffuck, puppy", I moan, coming in so much pleasure

He keeps sucking, knowing not to let go until I tell him too

When I finish, I tell him, "Eat"

His tongue flies to my hole, licking my cum and moaning so loudly

"Puppy has to be quiet"

We went into a dressing room far from the set, locked the door, shut the lights and moved the couch to the wall to hide us, the only light coming from the small window

Enough to see by

"Sorry", he apologizes, giving me his big puppy eyes

"Go ahead baby. Tongue fuck your cunt"

His tongue dives inside me immediately, swirling it around

He pulls his tongue out, then shoves it back in, fucking it into me over and over

I squeeze his tongue every time it enters me, knowing every throb makes his cock harder

I grip his hair harder, twisting it as my orgasm approaches

Right before I snap, I tell him, "Tongue in baby. Gonna cum on it"

He moves his tongue all the way in and I fall over the edge, pleasure hitting me hard, coming all over his pretty tongue

He moans, fucking his tongue in again and swallowing my cum

"So good mommy, fuck wanna eat you all the time", he moans

I let him tongue fuck me a few more times before I tug on the leash

He moves off me immediately, sitting back

"Good boy", I praise him

He smiles shyly, happily

Looking down, I see his cock so fucking stiff, red and crying cum from his pretty slit

I lean to him, pushing him back, my mouth around his pretty head, tongue licking the cum from his head

"Mommy", he whines as I start sucking on him

His cock is huge, nice and thick, good to suck on

Like a big lollipop

And his cum tastes like candy

He has huge loads so when I let him cum in my mouth, I get so much of it

Sliding all the way down his cock, he's buried in my throat and I love the feel of him there

I love choking on him, swallowing and sucking

Anytime I can have his cock in my mouth, I'll take it

Bobbing my head, I take him in and out, keeping my tongue on the underside as I move

"Mommy, oh god, mommy", he cries, "So good mommy"

Taking him in again, I suck desperately on his cock, tasting all the cum leaking from him

"Mommy...I...can I cum?", he asks, his body shaking, pleasure all over his face

I shake my head

"But mommy-"

"Uh uh", I say around his cock

He squeezes his eyes shut, trying so hard not to cum as I suck his throbbing cock

"Mommy, I can't-", he pants

I pull off him just as he's about to explode

Some cum spills out of his slit and I lean down, licking it away

His whole body shivers, soft whines coming from his mouth

I'll let him cum soon

I have to, he has to finish the photo shoot

Moving on my hand and knees, I bend over, leaning on the arm of the couch

"Come fuck your hole puppy. Make me cum on your pretty cock and then you can cum inside me"

I watch him scramble behind me, his head pressing against my hole

"Please", he whines, waiting for me to give him the green light

"Inside baby"

He sheathes his cock inside me, moaning loudly, my cunt immediately latching on to him, throbbing around his thickness so pleasurably

"Fuck me puppy"

"Can...can...can I touch?"

"Yes"

His hands grip my hips as he pulls his length out of me

Before I could miss him, he's back inside, his pretty head slamming into my spot, stretching my slit wide open

He moves so fast, so powerfully, fucking into my hole like he's never going fuck me again

"Mmm... mommy's creaming my cock so much. Am I making you feel good?"

"Yes baby. You're making my pussy feel so good. Splitting mommy open so well"

"Yes mommy", he pants, "I'm doing a good job?"

"Yes baby boy. So good. Mommy's gonna cum soon"

"Yes, fuck", he moans, his hips moving faster, plunging his cock in so deep

So good

He knows how to use his cock and use it well

"Yes baby, just like that, fuck", I moan, pleasure crawling up my spine, "I'm gonna cum baby. Fuck I'm gonna cum all over your big cock"

"Yes mommy, please, please", he urges

His stiff length opens me again and pure pleasure hits me hard, coming and throbbing on his perfect cock

"Woo. Yes fuck. Baby boy fuck", I moan

"Mommy yes. So good, fuck so good.", he pants, "Your pussy feels so good mommy"

"Keep going baby", I whine, "Fuck me harder"

He does, fucking me through my orgasm, the sound of our skin slapping together so loud in the small room

"Make me cum again puppy"

"Yes mommy. Whatever you want"

His hand moves around my waist, pressing his fingers into my clit

He rubs in time with his thrusting and I'm in total bliss

So close

"Mmmm...mommy I can't", he groans

"Shh baby. Make me cum and then you can fill my pussy"

"Ok mommy", he whispers

I clench on his shaft over and over, his head hitting my spot hard

Stars blast in my eyes from the ecstasy and I'm thrown into another orgasm

"Woo. Fuck. Cum inside me baby! Gimme all your cum"

He thrusts a few more times, making my head spin, then he sheathes himself inside, crying loudly as his slit spills warm cum inside me

And I fucking love it

I can't control the constant pulsing around his cock and I don't want to stop it

I want all his cum

"Mommy feels so good", he moans

"Mmm good baby. You're pretty cock feels so good coming for me. Mommy's pussy is gonna milk your cock for every last drop of cum"

"Yes mommy. Please", he cries

Once he's finished, he pulls out, his sticky cum immediately leaking out and running all over my thighs

I'm such a slut because I love the way it feels

He sits back on the couch, while I turn around, sitting too

"Goddamn Jo, fuck. That was...fucking amazing", he praises

I smile, shrugging, "No problem. Was it everything you wanted?"

He nods, "You always do everything I want"

I do

I'll do anything for him

His eyes move to my legs and he leans over, spreading them

"Fuck your hole looks so good with my cum leaking from you. It's all over your thighs", he murmurs

"It feels good too", I add

His eyes move to mine, "Yeah?"

I nod

His face turns red as he pulls away, reaching up, undoing the collar

"I should go back. I'm gonna need... well everything fixed after this"

I nod

This always happens

When we're done, he leaves almost immediately, like nothing happened

He acts like we weren't just all over each other, like he didn't cum inside me, like I didn't cum on him

And he'll be normal with me until he needs another domming session

Then he'll come for sex

It's every time and I just allow it to continue

I just wish that I could spend some time after we do this

Hold him, have his arms around me

But it'll never happen and I have to stop wishing for it

I just sit on the couch while he gets dressed

I'll take my time getting cleaned up and getting my emotions in check before I go back out there

I need to act like this is just sex even though it's so much more for me

"I'll see you in a little?", he asks

"Yup", I smile

He gives me his beautiful smile, my heart pounding in my chest

Then he turns and leaves

I take a few seconds to just breathe, then I start moving to clean myself up

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

While Wooyoung gets his hair done, I watch him and the hairstylist, Mina

More accurately, I watch them flirt together

He was already in the chair with her fixing his hair when I left the room

I'm not openly watching

I have my phone in my hand, scrolling through it as if I'm doing something and just casually glancing up every so often

What I'm scrolling through I have no idea

I can't hear what is being said between them but I can see the flirty behavior

I can see him looking in the mirror at her, smiling a dazzling smile he'd never give me

And yes, I'm so fucking jealous

Yes I want to rip her head off and scream that he's mine, don't fucking touch him, don't look at him, don't even think about him

But I won't

I'll just sit here and take the stab after stab to my heart so he can be happy

She plays with his hair, giggling at what he's saying

Wooyoung is hilarious

He always has some joke or dumb thing to say

Sometimes I think the blond hair dye he had when ATEEZ first came out, sunk into his brain and made him a dumb blond

But while he says and does dumb things he's far from dumb

He's smart and handsome and funny and sweet

And I need to stop

I chance another glance at them and scowl when I see him standing in front of her with her leaning against the counter, both of them laughing

He moves his hand, tucking hair behind her ear, then softly touch her cheek and I scowl more

Suddenly his eyes move into the mirror looking right at me

Shit, fuck!

I drop my eyes instantly on my phone, pretending I wasn't looking

And hoping he won't bring it up

He likes to tease me, since we were little and sometimes he is relentless

I force my eyes to stay on my phone, scrolling through Instagram but not really looking at anything

My mind won't let me

It's running a million miles a second

A little while later, I feel someone sit next to me

And I know it's him

'Please don't say anything', I beg silently

"You ok Jo?"

I nod at my phone, "Yeah, why?"

"I dunno, when I looked at you in the mirror you looked upset"

"Oh uh yeah, one of my friends sent me a nasty picture of feet on Instagram and I was disgusted", I lie

He chuckles, "Yeah we all know how much you love feet"

I hate feet

I have, like a foot phobia or something

I can only tolerate my feet because I have to, doggy paws and baby feet

That's it

And it's true that my friends know about this hatred and they do send me pictures of nasty feet to fuck with me

It just so happens this time I lied

"Yeah, love em", I answer sarcastically

Silence falls between us

For me it's uncomfortable but I doubt it is for him

He's oblivious sometimes

"So you like Mina?", I blurt

I have to know

Because if he does, I have to prepare myself for him to stop being with me

"Mina?", he asks

"Yeah well you were flirting with each other"

"I flirt with everyone", he says seriously

Yeah he does

But never with me

"Eh. You do but this time seemed different"

He raises his eyebrow and shrugs, "I mean she's pretty. Nice. Sweet"

I nod, every word a painful hit to my chest

But I brought this upon myself

"Maybe you should ask her out", I suggest

He looked happy talking to her

Maybe he likes her and he doesn't want to tell me

I'd never stand in his way of happiness or in the way of anyone he wanted to date

"Oh uh...I don't know", he shrugs

"Do you like her?", I repeat my original question

"I mean yeah. I don't know her well"

"Well isn't the point of a date to get to know someone?"

He blinks in confusion, "Yeah"

"So take her on a date and get to know her"

Why am I pushing this this hard?

Maybe it's because I know he will never see me the way I want him too

And if Mina can make him happy then so be it

And also, maybe if he's taken I can try to get over him

Try to make this love I feel stop

"I...I don't know. You really think I should?"

I nod, forcing a smile

"You haven't had a girlfriend since high school"

"Uh kinda busy with the idol thing", he answers

"Yeah but Mina, she's your hairstylist, she works with you. You'll be around her more than if you dated anyone else"

This hurts so much to say but I have to

I can't have him

That doesn't mean someone else shouldn't have him either

"That's true. I uh guess I'll ask her out?", he says confused

"Good. You should do it now"

"Now?", he repeats, eyes wide

I nod, "No time like the present"

"Well uh ok"

He stands up, heading over to Mina, who's currently doing Seonghwa's hair

I watch them move to the side of the room, watch him talk to her

My heart is breaking but at least he'll be happy

He should date

He's an idol, he can have any girl he wants

He works so hard, he should have someone he could have fun with

Someone he could love

I hear squealing and when I look at them, Mina is nodding her head rapidly, smiling widely

I watch them pull out their phones, exchanging numbers I'm guessing

I look back down at mine, breathing in

After a few minutes, I feel the couch dip again and I lift my head up, smile plastered to my face

"So...how'd it go?"

"She said yes. For Friday", he answers, "And I have just realized that I don't know where to take her or what to do"

I roll my eyes

Clueless as usual

"I'll help you, you dummy"

"You will?", he asks, relief in his face

"Of course. Where would you be without me?"

He laughs, "Probably still waiting to be assigned a group at BigHit"

"True"

When he called me asking me if he should switch to KQ with Yeosang, I told him to do it

He didn't know if he would ever debut with BigHit and I knew how talented he is

He had a better chance with KQ

And I was right

"Thanks for helping me", he says sincerely

"Of course Woo. You know I'd do anything for you"

"I know Jo. You're the best"

Yeah that me

The best

Best friend

Fuck my life

"Wooyoung! Get your ass out there. You're doing group shots with Yeosang and San", Hongjoong tells him as he comes into he dressing room

"You coming?", he asks

I nod, "Of course. Why else would I be here?"

He rolls his eyes, "Let's go"

We both get up and I follow him to the set wondering how I'm going to be able to plan a date that I want to go on with him

[romantashas]

Dirty Little Secret — Rule 5: They are not exclusive.

“You should see how he looks at you sometimes,” Jackson answers, shrugging casually. “That man is down bad.” The retort is quick on her tongue—something about how of course he’s making eyes at her every now and then when she’s sucking his soul out of his dick every few days, and it has nothing to do with romance—but it dies on her tongue. She can’t explain how he’s misreading it without revealing she’s been sleeping with Tim again, despite her numerous lies about it being over the second he got the Sergeant job. Tim doesn’t have feelings for her. He’s just lusting after her.

read on ao3.

[queenofbaws]

Hi Queenie! I hope you’re having a lovely day :)) I was wondering what are your favourite Until Dawn and The Quarry fanfictions? 😁

well hello there yourself!!! i hope your day's treating you kindly too! ;)c

always happy to spread a lil' fic-love around, hehehehehehe. i mentioned a few over in this post a couple days back, but here are a few others i tumble around in my head like pebbles in a stone polisher on the reg!

until dawn

the one-eyed man is king by @ollierachnid - jack and chris have a rough go of it

the final days of our youth by @love-fireflysong - OOPS chrashley kiss, uh oh!!!

it's uncanny, really by @sammyloomis - sometimes you just gotta put on costumes based on the hit a24 film, midsommar, i don't make the rules man

the quarry

max brinly's guide to surviving being in love with your best friend by @icequeen-07 - GOD i hope max brinly survives being in love with his best friend!!!

this is not over, but just the beginning by @theartofdreaming1 - max and laura are GOING to find a cure...the second they're done dealing with those wily hacketts

crush culture by @bazwillendinflames - emma and ryan act as each other's wingman so romance can bloom! 😏

[vanfleeter]

Dirty Little Secret (1) // JTK

Characters: Jake x reader Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, so much smut, language.

Summary: Secretly sleeping with your best friend's bandmate. What could happen?

To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves. - Federico García Lorca

Secrets. Sneaking around. Lies.

That’s all you’ve ever known for the past six weeks. Keeping one of the biggest secrets you’ve ever had to keep. Sleeping with your best friend’s bandmate. Both of you knew it was a bad idea but neither of you wanted to call it quits. He wanted you just as bad as you wanted him. What began as something that was supposed to be a one time thing grew more intense.

Lying to your roommate about where you’ve been so late at night or coming home so early in the morning after being gone all night. Which also ties into the sneaking around. Sneaking off on your work break to meet him at his place for a quick hook up. Sometimes, on nights out with the band when Danny would invite you, you’d make up some lame excuse to go to the bathroom. Fix your lipstick, pee, whatever came to your head that didn’t seem suspicious. And it only took Jake five minutes to show up and have you pressed against the wall of the bathroom stall as he fucked you.

Six Weeks Ago

You didn’t see yourself ever doing this. Nor did you ever see yourself with him. You had never met him until the night of Josh’s birthday party. He wanted this year to be different and opted for a separate party from Jake.

Danny had invited you to go with him. Insisted that you need to make more friends ever since moving to the city. But instead of mingling with everyone else at the party like he was, you found yourself alone at the food table and snacking on the veggie tray.

“I used to believe that eating a ton of carrots would improve my eyesight.” A voice says beside you. You look up to see Jake standing beside you as he refilled his glass with champagne. “All lies. I still need glasses.” After filling his glass, he sets the bottle back down on the table and extends his hand out to you. “I’m Jake. You must be (Y/N), right?” You nod your head as you extend your hand to shake his. “Did he abandon you?”

You shake your head. “No, I kind of wandered away while he was chatting with your dad. About what, I don’t know.”

Jake chuckles and lifts his glass to his lips to take a drink. “Thirsty?” He says. “There’s plenty of alcohol. Josh didn’t go light this year.”

You shake your head. “I promised Danny that I’d stay sober to drive home tonight.”

“Well, there’s other ways to enjoy the party.” He says. “Come on..”

He grabs your hand and tugs you along before you could protest. Pulling you into the kitchen, he parks you on the bar stool at the kitchen island before going over to the fridge. He pulls open the freezer and digs through it before pulling out a carton of ice cream. He retrieves a spray can of whip cream from the fridge and comes back over to you.

“Ice cream?”

Jake nods his head and sets the contents on the counter before getting a couple bowls and spoons from the cupboards and the ice cream scoop. “Josh’s ice cream that I’ll have to replace later.” He fills bowls with ice cream and sprays the whipped scream on top. “Unfortunately he doesn’t have cherries.”

“I thought Josh couldn’t have sugar or dairy.” You say as you take a spoon from his hand.

“He treats himself to it once in a while.” Jake says. “If anything, I’m helping him not eat sugar and saving his vocal chords.” You giggle making him smile.

“Thoughtful brother.” You say before taking a bite of the ice cream.

Finishing the ice cream in your bowl, you look over at Jake to find him licking off the rest of his ice cream off of his spoon. You giggle when you see a dribble of ice cream on the corner of his mouth.

“What are you laughing at?” He says as he sets his spoon in his bowl.

“You have ice cream..” You say pointing to the spot on your mouth. “Here..” You grab a napkin off the counter and reach over to wipe it off of him. You didn’t realize how close you had gotten until you felt his breath breeze against your lips. You pull away clearing your throat and slide off the stool to toss the napkin away and put your dishes in the sink.

He reaches over you to place his own in the sink. With him being so close to you, you can feel how hard he is. His hands ghost across your hips as he brushes his own hips against your backside. You knew you shouldn’t be allowing this, you barely knew him but at the same time, you didn’t want him to stop. His hands moved your hips and around to your front side.

“Jake…” You breathe.

“Hmmm?” He hums against the nape of your neck.

“We shouldn’t do this..” You say. “You don’t even know me.”

“Then let me take you upstairs and get to know you.” He says.

You look out the kitchen window to find Danny still engrossed in a conversation but with someone different. The feeling Jake was giving you was too difficult to ignore or deny. You weren’t wrong. You barely knew each other, but damn you wanted to feel him inside of you.

“But if you want me to stop, just tell me and I will.” He says. “I won’t make you do something you don’t want to do.”

The little angel on your shoulder kept telling you to say stop, that this wasn’t right. But the devil on your other shoulder kept telling you to do it. Let him make you feel good. He’s so attractive and you know that he knows how to use his fingers.

“(Y/N)?” Jake says as he steps away from you.

You turn to face him. “Just this once.” You say before grabbing his hand and dragging him upstairs. He switches positions and pulls you into one of the guest rooms and closes the door before shoving you against it.

“I’ve been looking at you all day.” He says as he holds your face in his hands. He presses his lips to yours as he grinds against you. “I’ve only seen you in photos that you’ve taken with Danny but you’re much more beautiful in person.” He removes one of his hands from your face and moves it down between your thighs. He slowly moves his hand underneath your dress and presses his fingers against the fabric of your underwear. He hums against your lips as you moan. “You’re already so wet for me…”

“Don’t get too cocky.”

“Too late.” He removes his hand and presses his hips back against yours. “I already am..” He whispers into your ear.

He pulls you off the door and walks you back to the bed before laying you down on your back. He pushes your dress up your body and pulls your underwear off.

“Is that okay?” He asks. You nod your head. He runs his hands down on your thighs and comes to a stop at your center. He circles his thumb around your folds before gently pressing into your clit. A moan falls from your lips making a smirk grow on his face. “You like that?” You nod your head as you bite your lip. Slowly he takes his index and middle fingers and gently inserts them inside of you. “Is that alright?” He asks.

“Y-Yeah–Oh–” You moan, feeling him begin to pump his fingers in and out of you. “Fuck, Jake..”

“That’s it..” Jake hums. He leans over you and presses a firm kiss to your lips. “I want to hear you say my name.”

Your hands grip his arm as his movements speed up and you feel him dragging his fingers along the right spots. “Jake..“ You moan. “Jake, I-”

“Ride it out for me..” He says against the skin of your neck. “I want to feel you on my fingers.”

The heat burns in your belly, your toes curling as you clutch tightly to his arm. You hear his voice echo in your head as he coaches you through your orgasm. You then feel him remove his fingers from inside you, the warm feeling dissipating making you whine. He chuckles and pushes off the bed.

“You’re so needy..” He scoffs as he unbuttons his pants and lets them drop to the floor.

He hovers over top of you and props himself up on his hands beside your head.

“Are you sure you still want to do this?” He asks.

You nod your head. “Yes, I’m sure.”

“Okay.” He confirms before pushing off of the bed. He grabs his pants and fishes his wallet out to retrieve a condom. “Safety first..”

You scoff and shake your head. “You’re such a dork.”

He chuckles and rips open the small package and slips the condom on his dick before repositioning himself between your legs. Pushing your dress up your hips and lining himself up with your entrance, he slowly pushes himself in making you both groan.

“Are you okay?” He asks, noticing your body tense.

You nod your head. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

He slowly pulls himself out before thrusting back inside. His hands grip the sheets beside your head as he picks up his pace. You claw at his back and wrap your legs around his waist to pull his body closer.

“Fuck fuck…” He groans as he buries his face into the crook of his neck. “Baby you feel so good…”

“Jake, faster, please…”

“As you wish, baby.” He says.

The sounds that fill the room are nothing less than pornographic which only made the whole interaction even more hot. Neither of you cared how loud you were either, no one would be able to hear you over the loud music playing outside.

He feels your walls clench around his cock and his fists tighten around the sheets that he still clutches in his hands. He groans in pleasure and keeps thrusting into you. Roughly but pleasure filled.

“Jake.. I’m gonna..”

“Let it happen.” He says. He releases his right hand and brings it down to your center. He rubs your clit with his thumb as he presses his lips against yours. You can feel it happening again. The same familiar feeling of heat burning in your core.

“Jake.. Oh god..”

“That’s it, love.” He doesn’t stop. He keeps fucking you through your second orgasm. You know he’s getting close to his own as his thrusts grow sloppy. Suddenly he grows stiff and his head falls onto your chest. “Fuck that was so good baby..”

You wince as he pulls out of you. He steps into the bathroom and grabs a washcloth to dampen and brings it back out to wash you. He discards the washcloth after cleaning you up into the nearest hamper and the used condom in the trash can.

You grab your underwear from the floor and slip them back on. He grabs his boxers and pants and pulls them back on.

The two of you make your way back downstairs. Jake slips out to the backyard first leaving you in the kitchen. You see Danny step inside and he flashes you a smile. “Hey, I’ve been looking for you.” He says. “Been in here the whole time?”

“Uh yeah, I just needed some space from the party. Got a little overwhelmed.”

Danny hums and walks over to the counter. “Did Jake keep you company?”

“Yeah, we.. We talked.”

Danny nods his head. “And ate Josh’s ice cream?” He says raising an eyebrow with a smirk plastered on his face when noticing the empty carton on the counter.

“Don’t say anything.”

He chuckles and shakes his head. “Scouts honor..” He says as he dumps the empty carton into the trash can. “Although you should probably get better at hiding the evidence. Come on, they’re about to cut the cake.”

Following Danny out to the backyard, the two of you step underneath the tent and he hands you a fresh glass of champagne. “I’m supposed to drive.” You tell him.

“Just as a toast.” Danny says.

“Okay..” You take the glass for his hand.

Feeling eyes on your back, you glance over your shoulder to see Jake standing not too far away with a refilled glass in his hand. He tips his glass to you and gives you a subtle nod of his head. You turn your head back to face forward to pay attention to Josh’s little speech. –

Two Weeks Later

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You hadn’t been in contact with Jake since Josh’s party. Though you were surprised to find that he stuck to the deal of your one time hookup only being the one time. Even when Danny invited you to the studio to listen to what they’ve been working on–which doesn’t happen all that often–Jake kept his distance. Only engaging in conversation when it was something he was interested in.

After the small studio session, you follow Jake out to the parking lot and stop him at his car. “Okay, when I said it was a one time thing, I didn’t mean you had to ignore me too.”

He turns to face you after opening his car door. “I’m not ignoring you.” He says. “However, no one knows what we did that night, except you and me.”

“Yeah but-”

“Hey (Y/N)!” Danny calls as he and Sam step out of the building. “We’re gonna grab something to eat, want to join?”

“I actually already asked her if she wanted to grab something.” Jake says. “Sorry Daniel.” He gives him a smirk.

Danny chuckles. “Just don’t get her killed.” He turns to look at you. “Don’t hesitate to call me if you need me to beat him up.”

“I’m standing right here.” Jake says.

Danny laughs. “I’m just kidding. Have fun, we’ll see you two later.” He says turning away and running across the lot to catch up to Sam at his car.

You turn back to face Jake and fold your arms over your chest. “Are we really getting food?” You say.

He shrugs his shoulders. “Something like that.” He says. “Get in.”

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He shoves you into the wall beside the front door as he kisses you. His hands roam up underneath your shirt, his thumbs rubbing over your already hardened nipples. He pulls away just long enough to grab the ends of your shirt and pull it over your head.

“I’ve been thinking about you since the party.” He says against your lips.

“We made a deal, it’d only be one time.”

“Mmmm, well tell me to stop and I will.” He says. “Like I said before, I won’t make you do something you don’t want to do.” His hands are planted on the wall on both sides of your head. You look up into his eyes and find them searching your own.

Truthfully you couldn’t deny that you’ve been wanting to be with him again. You’ve been craving his touch for weeks now. The way his hands felt when they grabbed your hips or how easily he found all of your sweet spots. You loved feeling his soft lips on yours. It was all intoxicating and you craved every second of it.

“Hello? Are you alive in there?” He says gently tapping the side of your head.

Blinking a few times, you lick your lips and tuck your hair behind your ear. “I’m sorry, I-”

“You don’t want to do this.” He pushes off the wall and bends over to pick up your shirt from the floor and hands it to you.

“No, Jake–”

“I’m sorry, this was a mistake..” He says, shaking his head and walking away.

Pulling your shirt back on, you follow after him down the hall and grab his arm to turn him around. You press your lips to his, your hands finding his hips and pulling him into you. After a minute of just kissing, you pull away and open your eyes to look at him.

“It’s all I’ve been thinking about.” You admit. “And just then, I kept imagining your hands all over me, in me.. I spaced.”

He chuckles and brushes his hand across your cheek. He leans down and presses his lips to yours. His arm wraps around your waist to keep you pressed against him. “You know if Danny finds out, he might kill me.” He says, his lips ghosting yours. His nose brushes the skin of your cheek as he kisses your jaw. “But I don’t care..”

Dropping his hands to your thighs, he lifts you onto his waist and starts to carry you up the stairs. His brain, unable to multitask, causes his foot to miss a step and the two of you fall onto the stairs.

“Oh god, I’m sorry..” He quickly apologizes. You both laugh and you pull him down on top of you.

“Fuck me right here Jake.”

His eyebrows scrunch together. “On the stairs?”

You nod your head. Pushing him off of you and onto the stairs, you grab his belt and undo it before unbuttoning his pants. He lifts his hips off the stairs, just enough for you to be able to pull them, and his boxers, down his hips and his legs. Slipping out of your jeans and underwear, you straddle his lap and roughly kiss him.

“Have you ever had sex on the stairs before?” You ask.

He shakes his head. “Not once.”

“Well, now you can say that you have.” You roll your hips against his and his head falls back against the step as he groans.

“I can already feel how wet you are.” His hands find their way to your hips.

You slightly lift yourself up and line him up with your entrance before you slowly sink back down on him allowing him to fill you. You moaned in the pleasure of him stretching you out. His moans match yours as his hands tighten on your hips. Once again you roll your hips and he groans. Lifting yourself ever so lightly you drop back down and repeat the action until you find a steady rhythm.

“Oh fuck, baby, you’re so–” He cuts himself off with a moan and thrusts his hips up into yours driving himself deeper inside of you.

Your knees were pressed tightly into the wooden flooring of his stairs but the pleasure outweighed the pain. You were too desperate to chase your high to be worrying about anything else.

He reaches behind your neck and pulls you down to him and roughly kisses you. As he thrusts up into you, he grips a fistful of your hair in his hand and yanks your head back. Both of you are gasping and moaning. He feels you clenching around his dick which only makes him pump himself in you faster.

“Do it with me..” He says. “I want to feel you.” Unable to form any words, you nod your head vigorously as you feel the intense wave of your orgasm bloom. “That’s it baby,” He gently spoke as he let go of your hair and gently ran his hand along your cheek. You rest the side of your face into the palm of his hand as you continue riding him. You can feel him releasing in you as he reaches his own. You open your eyes to look at him to find his face scrunched up, similar to how he plays his guitar when he’s deep into his trance.

Soon the two of you come down from your high and you fall onto his chest as he stays buried in you. His hand comes to rest on your back and you feel him softly rub it.

“Are you okay?” He asks. You nod your head against his chest and a smile forms on his face. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up.” He carefully slides out of you and helps you stand. He notices how red your knees are and he winces. “Are you sure that you’re okay?”

“Jake, I promise, I’m fine.” You say reassuring him. “I feel like Bambi learning to walk for the first time though..”

He chuckles before wrapping his arm around you and helping you up the stairs to his bathroom where he draws you a bath. “Just relax for a bit while I go get our clothes.”

He comes back a couple minutes later and retrieves a washcloth from the linen closet. “Oh to see Jake Kiszka walking around his own home butt naked is truly a sight to see.” You say making him chuckle.

After cleaning up the both of you and relaxing in the tub for a little bit, the two of you get out and he brings you over to his bed. He grabs a pair of pajama pants and a shirt and helps you get dressed.

“Such a gentleman.”

He shrugs his shoulders with a smile. “I try.”

“Umm,” You hum. “Do you have a guest room I should stay in?”

Jake falls down on the bed and looks up at you with a confused look. “I mean.. I do.. But why would you want to sleep in there?” He says.

“Well, I just figured–I’ve never slept over and–”

Jake chuckles and shakes his head. He pats the bed beside him. “It’s no big deal if we share a bed.” He says.

“Are you sure?” You ask.

Jake nods his head. “I don’t bite.” He says with a smirk.

Taking in a deep breath, you walk over to the bed and climb up on it. He motions you closer to him and he wraps his arm around you. He reached over to the bedside table and grabbed the remote to his tv. Turning it on, he scrolls aimlessly through the guide before choosing a random movie that happened to be on.

You find yourself drifting off to sleep with your head on his chest. His arm is still wrapped around your body and you feel him drawing soft designs on the skin of your hip. It wasn’t long until you were fully knocked out.

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[grugruel]

An Affair to Remember

Pairing: Collegue!Bucky x f!Reader

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Summary: You've worked with Bucky for quite some time now, from his first greeting and charming smile your affection for him bloomed. Although you kept your crush a secret, you couldnt help but very subtly flirt with him. He's much older, and well.. happily married. Which you wouldnt ever want to ruin, but theres no risk of that ever happening since he would never want you anyway.. right?

Warnings: Age-gap (reader over 20), adultry, slight smut (more to come), jealousy. Let me know what I missed!

Word count: ±4k

AN: Hello! Its my first time writing EVER. Its also my first time really postning anything on tumblr, so go easy on me. But if you do have any notes to make my writing better please let me know! :)

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My phone rang disturbingly loud, waking me in a startle. I jolted out of bed and franaticly searched for the source of the sound, laying concealed somewhere in my sheets. I became increasingly annoyed the more times the signal repeated itself, but it stopped soon after. Making the phone harder to find and me more agitated.

I eventually found it, noticing several missed calls from Hannah my bestfriend and collegue. Still drousy, I could't bother to call her back so I splayed out on the bed and waited for her to call me again. The rain tapping on my window had me drifting off to sleep, but just then the phone rung.

Disturbed from my sleep yet again, I answered the call asuming it would be her 'God its like 5 in the morning, why the fuck are you calling me?'

'Calm down now girl, by that reaction I presume I woke you up.' The voice on the other end chuckled.

I quirked my brow, last I checked Hannah was not a man, she was usually this sassy however. I looked at the number, not recognizing it and answered with a weary sigh 'Uhm, yes actually. Who is this again?'

'Dont you recognice my voice?' He laughed, 'It's Bucky' and just like that my morning was fixed in the flash of a second. I have been crushing on my married collegue for months at this point and I was fully aware how immoral it was.

Bucky continued 'I talked to Hannah this morning and she said you hadn't been answearing your phone and probably overslept, so I thought I'd give it a try myself.'

Overslept? I looked at the clock on my phone, the tiny letters appearing blurred by my tired eyes, I made them out to be 9:15. My face dropped as, 'Holy shit, I fucking overslept!' I exclamied and he laughed again, 'Yeah, not by a small margin either. We have that meeting today aswell, starting in 15, remember?'

I stumbled around my bedroom, phone in hand searching for aproppriate work clothes. 'I totally forgot' I chuckled, grabbig a tight white tee, a pair of bootcut jeans and struggled to get them on. One of my nails got stuck on a seam in the jeans, making the nail rip. I involuntarily let out a pained whine 'oh, fuck me!' not thinking to much of it and with no time to spare I just got my jeans on and headed for the bathroom to do my makeup.

'Hannah was the one supposed to pick me up' I sighed, 'Buck, you dont suppose you could be a gentleman and pick me up?' I asked sheepishly, 'Im sure I'll find a way to repay you' I said, mostly joking.

There was no answer on the other end, 'Buck, you there?' I asked, but still nothing. I thought I could hear breathing but chucked it up to a bad signal, 'Bucky?'.

Finally there was noise, Bucky cleared his throat and a strained voice came through 'Mmh right, I already told Hannah to go ahead and join the meeting and I'd come pick you up instead, I'll be there in about 15 minutes. If thats alright with you of course.'

'Yes. That'd be great! See you soon' I said and he hung up. I finished my makeup, put some of my best perfume on considering I'd be in close quarters with Bucky. I grabbed my bag, headphones and other necessities, put on my black plateu boots and looked out through my window. The rain was still pouring so I grabbed my black leather jacket and an umbrella aswell.

I checked to clock, 9:25. I had 5 minutes, I gave my appearance a quick once over before heading out. I looked really good, I thought. Maybe even good enough to seduce a married man thats twice my age.

About 15 minutes later Bucky pulled up in a sleek black car, I stood there with my umbrella splayed out over me, shivering.

He stepped out and opened the door for me, giving me an apologetic look. Which gave me a slight giddy feeling, because I imagined it ment that he cared for me. But it could've been because of his very appealing disheveld appearance too.

Either way, late or not. I didn't care much since I was already very late for work and beacause I was genuinley just glad to see him. I folded my umbrella, shook it of and laid it in the car. I turned to Bucky, giving him a quick hug and since I was feeling confident, a small kiss on the cheek aswell.

It made him tense up and I worried that I had crossed a line, but it was to late either way. The rained dribbled down on us, wetting our hair and leaving water stains on our shoulders. I put my hand on his bicep and looked up at him through my lashes, smiling sweetly 'Thank you for picking me up' I said, tilting my head 'but what took you so long though?'

'Nothing you need to worry about' he replied, raising his hand to brush a piece of wet hair from my face, then continued 'And sorry about this darling, it might be I that has to repay you.' he smirked, and gestured to my wet and shivering state.

I got into the car and let my imagination run free for a bit, thinking about what I hoped him "repaying" me could've ment, but I was torn out of my delusion by the sound of the car door closing on the other side. He lit the ignition and turned the heat up, then drove off.

He laid his hand on my thigh, rubbing it up and down in an effort to warm me up. His hand stilled and squeezed my knee, 'I missed you this morning you know.' he smiled.

I was to stunned to speak, beacuse we'd never never really touched eachother before. Partly out of respect for eachothers personal space, but mostly beacuse of his wife. Something had changed in us this morning, and im not sure why.

I laid my hand over his and glanced at him quickly with a shy smile. The scent of the car, along with my perfume, his cologne and the smell of our wet clothes made this moment feel like a piece of litterature. I turned my gace towards the wet roads and passing trees, enjoying this moment together.

Your reaction made him smile, all wet and pretty, acting innocent with thos big eyes and plush lips. Oh how he wished he never married.

We had settled into a comfortable silence, but my curiostiy eventually got the better of me. 'So? Im still wondering, how come it took you so long to get me?'.

He cleared his throat, 'I just, you know-' he couldn't figure out a belivable answer so he opted for a diversion instead, 'I guess I just wanted to get here in one piece, to ensure that you got to work at some point today. Why did you oversleep anyway?' He emphazied, chuckling at his bad attempt at redirecting the conversation.

His chuckle made him seem pleased with himself. He had extremly bad humor, just like a dad. I thought and decided to joke with him, saying it out loud.

It made him slightly uncomfortable at first, he let go of my knee and gripped the wheel nervously. I was afraid I had done something wrong, so I leaned closer and lightly rested my hand on his forearm 'Did I upset you Buck? Im so sorry if I did.'

'What?' He looked at her eyes, full of regret. 'Oh no darling, of course not! I was just thinking about a proper answer.' He said asuringly, 'its just that the wife and I haven't had much luck in that department'.

'No luck in the becoming a dad part or the having sex one?' I asked bluntly, my reflexes covered my mouth with my hand.

I have no idea what came over me. I immedietly regretted the question but since it was already done, I decided to play it cool and act innocent. He looked at me dumbfounded, seemingly as surprised by my bluntness as I was.

We locked eyes for a moment and I tilted my head to the side as if it was the most normal question in the world.

He couldnt help but chuckle, he would never have gussed youd ask something like that. But he answered all the same 'The latter, I suppose' he said shaking his head, barely beliving that he even answered the question.

I felt a bit bad for him, I would never derive him of sex. Since I already was in deep water and feeling as though I couldn't make it any worse. I decided to roll with my newfound bluntness.

'So.. youre sure It has nothing to do with your recently prolonged car rides, flushed cheecks, messy hair, wrinkled and half tucked shirt?' I bit my lip, waiting for his reaction.

He didnt know what to answer, he looked at you wondering if he should tell you off like a child for suggesting such things or if he should tell you the truth. That he'd been desperate for a change in his marrige and hadn't stopped thinking about you for the past weeks, that you were the only object of his desire. That when he slept with his wife he imagined you in her place, laying under him, on top of him, stading on your knees infront of him or bent over the nearest surfice. That he stopped sleeping with his wife beacuse she just didnt do it for him anymore.

Or that he didn't want to tell you that when he hung up your call this morning, he had driven to a secluded parking spot and jacked of while thinking of the whine he heard you make over the phone.

He decided to dismiss your question because he still loved his wife after all and didnt want to ruin their marrige. But at the very same time a part of him still hoped you'd thought of him the way he had thought of you.

'Im sure I dont know what you mean' was all he could say, giving you a quick look and a smirk.

I didnt want to push my luck any further, so I decided to accept his answer and let the subject rest. We continued the rest of of the ride in silence, enjoying the sound of the rain smattering on the roof.

10 minutes later we arrived to work and Bucky opened to door for me again. He took my hand and helped me out, locked the car and we hurried our way inside the building to avoid getting even more wet. The lobby was empty since everyone was presumably already in the meeting, which we had hoped to make it in time for at least half of it.

Bucky laid his hand on the small of your back as the two of you walked to the elevator, he felt it was a justified action since you were in a hurry. But as you were waiting for the elevator to arrive, his hand lingered for a moment longer than what propriety called for. He looked at you, searching for your gaze and hoping to find any sign of mutual affection.

I looked up at him and the amount of butterflies I got was indescribable, his eyes met mine. The eyecontact accompanied by his touch, his cologne and his closeness made my knees go weak. I took a step closer to him closer to him and he started massaging circles into my back with his thumb and you hummed appreciatively in response.

That was all the confirmstion he needed.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened, we stepped inside. He lets go of my back for a second to push the button to our floor and waits for the doors to close before he places the hand even lower on my back, right at the curve of my ass. I leaned against him, grabbing a fist of his jacket and gaze up at him with big doe eyes and a truly, innocent expression this time.

He meets your eyes, the sight before him makes him absolutley ravenous. He squeezed your ass firmly with one hand and as you whined in response grabbed your throat lightly in the other. You looked mesmerized and the thought of you letting him be in controll this way made him stiffen up. He slid his hand to the back of your neck and traced his thumb along your jaw as he inched closer to your face.

His lips a mere ghost over mine, feeling his breath on my skin is the most erotic thing to ever happen to me. Barely a second away from a kiss, the elevator grinds to a halt three floors to early. Taking me completley by surpries, it caused my feet to become unsteady. Bucky grabbed my hips quickly, helping me find my footing as the elevators made that ding. He lets go of my hips and moves his hands up to my shoulders in the matter of a second, just as the doors open.

'Whoa there! A bit light on your feet huh?' Bucky says while laughing as three suit-clad men step inside. 'Hey Barnes, there you are! Good god, man. You look like you've been sailing!' The tall one says and they all laugh, including Bucky.

I was a bit annoyed by Buckys quick rejection of me but brushed it of as I understood his reasoning, he was married after all, and I didnt really want to be know as the adultress whore either.

The doors close again, 'Well its pouring out there Mr. Tanner, sir. Did we miss the meeting?' He asks the the tall man, who im just realising is our boss. 'No It actually went on longer than excpected, we took a quick brake and are headed back up there right now.'

Mr. Tanner looks back at me, raising his eyebrow 'And whos this drenched little thing?' He says and smiles at me, slightly appaled by his audacity, but he was lean and handsome and I didnt want to lose my job so I smile back. 'Im from your group sir, collegue to Mr. Barnes, sir. He gave me a ride to work.' I say as proffesionally I can muster and extend my hand for him to shake.

He takes it, bows down and kisses the back of it, letting his lips linger and glances up at me 'How good of him' the man says and gives Bucky a side eye, 'It's a pleasure, miss. I hope I'll be seeing more of you from now on.'

'Same goes you for Mr. Tanner, sir.' I say and glance at Bucky, who's face have fallen. Much to my pleasure, Bucky appears to be..? I cant distinguish it between jealousy or protectiveness. The elevator halts again, dinging and the doors slide open.

'I'll see you two in the meeting then' Mr. Tanner says with a nod. He then turns to me before walking out, 'make sure to stop by my office girl, sooner rather than later.' He winks at me. Bucky gives him a curt nod 'We'll be there in a minute sir.' He says, forcing a smile and the men walk out.

I look at Bucky, shrugging my shoulders as if what just happened were no big deal and seeing his furious gaze made giggle. I step out of the elevator with Bucky close on my heel. We were a few feet away from the door to the conference room when he side-steped me, grabbed my wrist and pulled me around the corner.

Bucky hade never felt jelousy so strong before, not even for his own wife. Yet he could kill that man for even slightly touching you. When you were out of sight, he forcefully pressed your back up against a wall and placed his hand next to your head, leaning over you. The look of pure innocent excitement on your face made him want to tear you apart.

I had never been with anyone in this way before, I had slept with boys my own age of course. But it couldnt compare, it felt nothing as exciting as this, I could almost feel the wetness pooling between my legs. Bucky inched closer again, determined not to let anything come in our way again, he closed the distance. Our lips met in a feverish frenzy and I completley melted into him, he wrapped his other arm around my back to help me stand upright and then pressed his body closer to mine. There were no distance left between us and I could feel his bulge pressing up against my thigh, I looped one leg around his hip making his bulge hit that sweet spot and I rocked my hips against him, making my jeans cause the perfect friction. He let out a breathy moan which was music to my ears, I could've come undone from the sound of his moan alone. I leaned my head back against the wall and grabbing a fistful of his hair, lightly pulling on it, making him whine inbetween his furious kisses.

Along your jaw and down your neck he kissed and ripped you shirt by the neckline to get better access to that sweet spot inbetween your throat and collarbone. You yelped in surprise which only spurred him on further, becoming even more agressive with it. He couldn't tell his own moans apart from yours at this point and it drove him mad.

Your bliss was interrupted when you heard a voice.

'Oh my god' The woman said, her jaw dropping to the floor. We stopped in our tracks, Bucky let go of me and turned away from her, breathing furiously. I look at the ground gathering myself before facing her. Ready for whatever consequences our actions would hand us, I smoothed my hair and clothes out, cleared my throat and turned towards the woman. I had not realised how tense my face had become until that moment, for when I saw who it was I immedietly relaxed 'Hannah, thank god its you.'

'Are you insane?!' She exclaimed in a hushed voice, 'What if it had been literally anyone other than me?' her jaw was still practically on the floor. I walked up to her while Bucky was still collecting himself, waiting for certain parts of him to calm down.

Altough still in shock, she seemed to be proud 'I really cant belive this, in the office too? You're bold girl.' She said, changing to a whisper 'Good for you honestly, you got him at last huh?' I looked at her nodded excitedly and bit my lip. My crush on Bucky was of course no news to her.

'We really need to get inside before our dissaperance raise any suspicions, but I want all the details later, ok?' she looked me inte the eyes, and I nodded yes. She gave my appearence a once over, 'Girl your eyes were running? And did he rip your shirt?' She the shirt between her fingers and gasps, jealousy tinting her voice 'My goodness what an animal, good job you.' She said and pointed at Bucky, giving a smirk and he chuckled.

Hannah touched up my makeup then took my hand and we began walking around to corner towards to conference room, I gave Bucky one last look as we walked inside.

Me and Hannah sat at the end of the table and Bucky joined the rest of us a few minutes later, taking a seat next to Mr. Tanner. He was looking as dapper as always, as if nothing ever happened.

Hannah leaned in closer to me and whispered 'You're coming to the party with me tonight right?'

'Party?' I questioned.

'Yeah, the firm's been doing good and their celebrating' she replied, 'Im sure Bucky will be there' she said with smile tugging at the corner of her lips. I looked at her, eyes gleaming with mischief and then glanced at Bucky.

'I wouldnt miss it for the world.'

[theragethatisdesire]

plug!eren sneak peek in honor of me dropping it later today

“You sure you don’t want me to walk you up?” Eren murmurs, mouthing at your jaw. The sound of his voice grounds you a little, and you giggle breathlessly as he brushes over a particularly ticklish spot. 

“Told you I’m a big girl,” you whisper, “what do I need you for?”

Eren smirks, dark and dangerous. “Might need me to protect you. Who knows? There’s all sorts of awful guys who would love to take advantage of a pretty little thing like you.”

“Is that so?”

“Mhm,” Eren’s half-hooded eyes flick up down to your chest and back up to your eyes...

don't mind me popping in to throw this on the counter. eat it up besties- plug!eren officially coming in hot on the dash today

@philliam-writes i specifically need u to see this man when i share him because i need someone to commiserate in his fictional nature with me

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: Skyhold is full of spies, and as an agent of the Inquisition it's her job to outwit them. She just wasn't expecting her commander to be so serious? Thick-skulled? ...Attractive? It was all fun and games teasing the poor man, but somewhere along the line she started to actually give a damn, that's when the problems really started... throw in a fiery mage from her past and an unreadable flirt of an Inquisitor, and suddenly war seems like the easy part.

Author: SylvanRain

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Steph! I’m really into the song ‘I like the way you kiss me’ by Artemas and was wondering if there’s a johnlock story you or others know where John and Sherlock get together but it’s like John’s dirty little secret? With a happy ending presumably. Thank youuu

Hey Nonny!

First off the song is here and the lyrics here for those of y'all, like me, who haven't heard it before and wanted to taste it first! <3

That said, I think the CLOSEST I have for you immediately are the fics listed on my Secret Relationship / Yard Finds Out Masterlist, but I would love some more direct fics, if anyone has any! It sounds like an interesting list of fics to keep in my pocket!!

Sorry I'm not that helpful, but I hope that some other people can help us!!

[lisascumslut78]

tagged by @emily-prentits thank you <3🤙

Shuffle your ON REPEAT playlist and list the first 10 songs, then tag 10 people.

all things end - hozier

dirty little secret - all american rejects

francis forever - mitski

famous last words - my chemical romance

welcome to the black parade - my chemical romance

first time - hozier

i'm not okay (i promise) my chemical romance

mr. brightside - the killers

dead mom - beetlejuice

michael in the bathroom - be more chill

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Dirty Little Secret/ 2

Pairing- Wooyoung x Named Reader

Word count- 5k

Includes- Complete filth, sub Wooyoung, Dom reader, mommy kink, safe color system (red, green, yellow), safe word, handcuffing, cock harness, dirty talk, blow job, deepthroating, pussy eating, 69, squirting, reverse cowgirl, riding, overstimulation, multiple orgasms for all, aftercare, cockwarming, fluff

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Wooyoung POV

I ring the doorbell a third time, anxious to see her

After yesterday's disaster of a date with Mina, that for the record I didn't want to go on, I need to see Joanne

I need her

And not even for sex

While yeah the sex is amazing and she's always done everything I ask without judgement, I desperately want to spend time with her

I wished the entire time I was out with Mina that I was out with her instead

I want to take her on a date, I want to kiss her, I want to have sex with her without all the kinky stuff, I want to hold her afterwards, cuddle with her, fall asleep in her arms

Yeah, I'm completely in love with my best friend

Head over heels, stupidly in love with her

For years

And I haven't said one word

I wish I could tell her but I can't

I can't take rejection from her

That would destroy me

I almost died when she agreed to fuck me and play into my kinks

At first it was enough but it's not anymore

I want more but I'm too scared to say anything

And if this is the only way I can have her, I'm definitely taking it

The door opens and she's there

In just a Tshirt

"Hi baby boy", she smiles, moving to let me in

"Hi mommy", I say, wishing I could call her baby or princess instead

She throws me a smirk, walking into her bedroom

Of course I follow her

"Get naked and on the bed", she orders as she pulls her shirt off and I comply right away

I take in her naked body, never being able to get enough of seeing her

She's fucking gorgeous and her body is insane, so sexy, so fucking beautiful

I get in her bed, laying down while she holds up handcuffs

"Hands up"

I move my hands up, against her headboard

She handcuffs me to the bed, my cock already straining

"Color?", she asks

"Green"

"Safe word?"

"Aurora"

"Good baby. Let's dress you up", she smirks, opening her nightstand drawer

I get more excited waiting to see what she picks this time

She takes something out, then leans over my dick

She shows me what she has and my cock twitches

A cock harness

I fucking love wearing those

She slides the metal ring around my shaft, all the way to my base

Then she uses the harness part, wrapping it around my cock and balls

She pulls a loose piece of leather attached to the ring, down, separating my balls and attaching it to the harness

"There we go. Such pretty cock", she smirks and I just nod

Suddenly pleasure hits me hard, my cock completely buried in her mouth

"Fuck!", I shout, pleasure slamming into me right away

She goes at my cock hard, fucking her throat, choking sounds coming from her

I know she's able to deepthroat without choking but she does it for me because I like the sound of her choking

Shoving me all in her mouth, she sucks rapidly and hard, my body shaking on its own from how incredible it feels

I watch her mouth suck, spit pooling in my lap, tears running down her face

She swallows and that motion makes her throat squeeze my cock tightly

"Oh ahh", I cry, the pleasure so much already

So much so that I'm gonna cum soon

She knows how to work my cock good, with her hands, her mouth and her pussy

She can get me to cum in seconds or make me beg for it

She looks up at me, smirking as she sucks

It's so fucking hot

As she pulls off my cock, her tongue licking along my underside as she goes

"Give mommy your milk baby boy", she says seductively

"Mmm..mommy", I moan

"C'mon baby. I want it so bad", she says, her tongue licking the underside of my head, then swirling around it

I can't take my eyes off her, can't take my eyes off her tongue as it licks my slit, my leaking cum all over it, swallowing

"Are you going to give it to me?"

I nod, "Yes mommy. Yes"

"Good boy", she smirks, taking my entire length in her mouth, bobbing her head fast

I pull against the handcuffs, wanting to touch her

I'm right there and the next suck has me coming down her throat, her mouth sucking desperately, swallowing greedily, pleasure seizing my body

"Mmmmmm", she moans, her hands squeezing my thighs softly

As the pleasure ebbs, she pulls off my cock, licking my slit for everything

"Fuck baby boy. You're so yummy", she smirks, "Love tasting, swallowing my baby boy's cum"

Sitting up, she moves on top of me, her cunt right over my face, legs around my head, in a 69 position

I'm so fucking excited

Her hand wraps around my soft cock, pumping up and down

Pleasure slowly fills my body again while her pussy drips on my lips

I'm ready to bury my face in her cunt, but I have to wait for her to say I can or she won't let me eat her

I learned that the hard way

"Eat your pussy, puppy", she says

I immediately stick my tongue out, lavish her cunt with licks

Her juice leaks into my mouth and I swallow, savoring the taste of it

Moving my hands, the handcuffs stop me from grabbing her ass

Fuck

God, I want to squeeze her ass, hold her cunt down on me as I eat her cunt

Swirling my tongue, I move in between her pretty lips, listening to her moans, her hand not stopping, my cock fully hard again

The pleasure is amazing and I moan in her cunt

"Mm baby", she groans, "Such a good tongue"

"Yeah mommy?", I ask, kissing her cunt, then pulling one of her lips in my mouth, sucking on her

"Yes baby. Your tongue, your mouth is amazing. I've never been eaten out as good as you do it"

Fuck that boosts my ego so much

I want to please her, I want to be the best she's ever had, I want to give her whatever she wants

"Mmm...mommy", I whimper, "You're the best. The best mouth, best hands, best pussy I ever had"

"Mmm good baby. Mommy wants to be the best for you"

"You are", I answer, licking her cunt slowly, "The best mommy"

With that, I slip my tongue in her hole, her cunt throbbing it, sending pleasure down my spine and to my already hard cock

Moaning, I fuck my tongue into her cunt quickly, wiggling in as much as I can

She soaks my mouth and I swallow, but what I really want is her cum

It's hard to tongue fuck her while my hands are tied

I want her pussy right against my face, I want to drown in her

For now, I make do and eat her as best I can

"Fuck puppy. That's a good boy. Shit. Mmm...want your cream so badly huh?"

"Mmm hmm", I moan, diving my tongue into her hole, "Feed me mommy"

I'm craving her cum

I haven't had it in a few days and I want to devour her

"Fuck, fuck, mommy's coming. Fuck"

I bury my tongue inside her, feeling her pulse around it, her creamy cum hits my mouth and face

I groan loudly, swallowing over and over, the taste of her out of this world

"So good mommy", I praise her

"Puppy, fuck my good boy", she moans

As she finishes, I latch onto her clit, sucking furiously

"Puppy!", she screams, leaning her head on my leg

She squeezes my cock hard and it feels good

It doesn't hurt which does surprise me

I get lost in her cunt, her clit throbbing on my lips hard, loving every second of being with her

Suddenly pleasure invades my body as her mouth wraps around my head, sucking furiously

"Fuck, mommy", I moan, closing my eyes, her mouth fucking amazing

Her hand moves in time with her sucking, making everything so much better

I remember I'm supposed to be eating her out too, going back to sucking her clit hard

She moans loudly on my cock, the vibrations running up my spine, adding to the bliss

Both of us go hard, pleasuring each other, trying to get the other to cum

Well I know I'm trying to get her to cum

She could be teasing me like last time

I don't know but I know I don't want her to stop

Tugging and playing on her bump, I listen to the moans she's letting out in between sucking my shaft

Her hand that's not wrapped around my cock is clenching my thigh hard, her nails digging into my skin

I watch her hole spasm around nothing and it's so fucking pretty, turning me on so much more

She pulls off my cock, crying, "Fuck puppy, I'm gonna squirt"

Hearing that I suck faster on her throbbing clit

I want it all over my mouth, all over me

Now

"Yes! Good boy!", she yells as she gushes liquid all over my face, my hair getting soaked as well as my neck, shoulders and chest

God I love it, it's so hot and I'm so proud I can make her squirt every time we're together

Letting go of her clit, I open my mouth, swallowing all the squirt that I can get

So fucking good

Moving my tongue, I lick around her squirting hole, then shoving my tongue back inside, my mouth filling again and again

"Yes baby boy. Fuck such a good boy", she moans, "God you know how to eat pussy baby"

Not all pussy

Just hers

When she finishes squirting, I take her clit back in my mouth, sucking furiously

She moans loudly, then her mouth wraps back around my cock, sucking on my head, making stars blast in my eyes

"Mommy", I moan

"Mmm puppy, gonna make you cum for mommy. I'm still hungry. Want more of my baby boy's milk"

I'll fucking give it to her

She can have whatever she wants

Whenever she wants

My cock is enveloped in her mouth as she bottoms me out, sucking desperately, pleasure seizing every cell of my body

It doesn't stop my mouth though

I'm her good boy and I'm gonna please my mommy

Her sucking intensifies, throwing my body into an unexpected pleasure filled orgasm

"Mommy!", I cry, exploding, shooting my cum in her greedily sucking mouth

Her groans as she swallows just makes everything better, knowing that she loves the way my cum tastes

As I finish, I lick her cunt a few times, going slowly, savoring her juice before I take her clit back in my mouth, playing

"Puppy!", she cries as she orgasms, her legs shaking around my head, her cream flowing into my mouth

I swallow, moaning, licking her slit, getting more of my favorite taste

God, I can never get enough of her cum

As soon as she finishes, she moves down my body, sliding right back on my cock, her back to me, giving me an amazing sight of my cock in her slit

"Mommy fuck", I cry

"Mm good boy. Color?"

"Green", I answer immediately

I have to cum in her pussy

I just...it's not negotiable

She knows, I made that clear when we agreed to this

I have to cum inside her at least once

She leans over, starting to bounce, making my semi hard cock hard inside her

"Mommy! So tight mommy. So wet. Love being inside your cunt", I praise

I can't tear my eyes from her pussy taking my length over and over, creaming my cock so good, so much as she fucks her cunt open

Her tiny slit opens around me, straining the closer she gets to my base

"Baby boy fuck!", she cries, "Fuck, my favorite dick"

I hope to God she's telling the truth

That it's not something just in the moment

I want to be her favorite, I love her so much, I just want her to be with me, no one else

She fucks me harder, pleasure taking over and I struggle against the handcuffs, wanting to touch her

Squeeze her ass, hold her hips, touch her skin

God I want to touch her

I want to kiss her but we haven't yet and I'm not brave enough to

I wish I was but I'm not

And she hasn't kissed me so I guess that's that

"Baby fuck!", she groans, squirting around my dick, soaking my lap, her cunt pulsing incredibly fast, bliss hitting me hard

I moan from how pretty her pussy looks, gushing everywhere

She's such a turn on

"Oh god! Yes yes! Yes!"

Her hips don't stop, rocking my head against her spot, her cries so loud

"More puppy", she pants, bouncing again, grinding against me as she takes me all the way back in, again and again, leaving a pretty ring of cream around my base, dripping to the harness I still have on

Her little hole has cream all over her too and I just want to lick it off

My body is in so much pleasure, I can't think

She rides me perfectly, knowing just what I like, how to get me to cum fast or drag it out

This is my favorite position

Well when she faces me

I like oogling her body while she bounces on my cock

I watch her take me in, throbbing hard on my cock, her pussy opening so well for me

I don't know how she takes my whole cock or where I go since her pussy is so tiny

All I know is I'm going deep and it feels amazing

"I'm gonna cum all over this cock", she groans, slamming down on me, "Fucking cream your cock so good"

"Yes mommy", I cry, so close to coming

The more she spasms, the closer I am

"Mmmm...mommy, when you cum....can ...can I?"

"Yes puppy. You can fill Mommy's cunt", she agrees

Fuck yes

"Oh god, baby! I'm coming", she cries, "I'm coming on your cock!"

I watch her cream spill all over me, the death grip her cunt has me in sending me over the edge

"Mommy!", I shout, ecstacy blinding me as I fill her cunt

Her pussy spasms uncontrollably, milking my cock so pleasurably

Her moans are so pretty, so loud, adding to the bliss

Once we finish, she moves off me while I try to catch my breath

She turns to face me, holding up my softening cock and sitting right on me again

"Fuck!", I yell

She starts moving and my body shakes hard as oversensitivity takes over

It feels good but it feels like too much

It's taking me longer to get hard but I do the longer she she rides me

I don't know how I'm getting hard but I am

I force myself to focus on her body, watching her boobs jiggle as she bounces, watching her legs shake around me, her hands behind her gripping my thighs tightly

Her pussy is so swollen, her lips so pretty around my cock, her swollen clit throbbing also

Her head is tilted back, her eyes closed, her mouth slightly open as she breathes

So gorgeous

She's fucking stunning

"My cock's gonna cum", she says, going harder, slamming her pussy on me, making me hit her spot, "Throbbing in my pussy. My little cum boy. Loves to cum for his mommy"

I nod rapidly, feeling myself getting closer

"Pretty cock is gonna make mommy cum again", she whines

The sound of her skin hitting mine sounds in the room along with the squelching sounds her drenched cunt is making when she takes my cock in

"Puppy", she gasps, her whole body shaking as she cums

Her orgasm sets off mine, pleasure seizing my body along with sensitivity

When she finishes, she moves again, harder than before

And my cock slowly gets hard through the pain I'm feeling

It's so much and I can't take it

"I...I can't", I whine, tears sliding down my face as she continues to ride me

I can't

It hurts but feels good at the same time

I don't think I can cum again

I want to, I want to be a good boy for her but I don't know if it'll happen

"You can. Your cock is still hard baby boy and I can fuck myself on it easily. You can cum"

"But...but....", I cry, pulling against the handcuffs

"Color?", she asks

"Green!", I yell

I want it to stop but when it comes to her actually stopping I don't want it

I don't know what I want

"You sure?", she checks, "I'll stop baby"

"Don't stop! Ppp...please. Fuck me", I plead, "Cum on me"

Even if I can't cum, I want her too

I love feeling it

She slams on me harder, her hips rocking and grinding, her cunt pulsing so fucking hard

"Fuck", she moans, her hips moving faster as she orgasms, her pussy so tight, "So good baby boy. Such a good cock for me. Color?"

"Green", I whimper, loving her praise

"Now baby boy needs to cum inside his cunt again", she says, bouncing again

"I can't", I sob, wanting to

I want to cum

The orgasm is there but it's like I can't get to it

Every squeeze from her cunt is pleasurable but also hurts because I'm so fucking sensitive

I've never came four times in one session

This would be the fifth

She came so many times I'm wondering how she's not oversensitive too

"No? You don't like your pussy wrapped around you?"

"I love it"

"Guess you don't want me anymore"

"No mommy! I want you, please I want you"

I always want her

Always

I'll never say no to her

For anything

Ever

"Guess you'll need to find a new cunt to cum in since I'm not good enough anymore"

"No. Please no. Want your pussy. Only yours"

She's moving so hard, so fast, pain and pleasure mixing and yes she's bringing me closer but not close enough

"I'm giving it to you but you're not coming. I thought that was the only thing you were good for? Fucking and coming"

"I am. I am", I assure her, watching her on me

"I want your cock cream now"

"I...I...", I babble, my brain turning off, the tears blinding me

She slams down, her cunt choking my cock and I scream wordlessly as pleasure wracks my body and I cum

She keeps riding my cock and the pleasure keeps going, I keep screaming and sobbing, my body arching off the bed

I don't know if anything comes out of my dick but I know I'm orgasming

"Good puppy", she praises

I finished and collapse back on the bed, my eyes immediately closed

I can't think, I'm just completely exhausted, breathing hard

She moves and I fall out of her

Sitting on my stomach, she takes the cock harness off me, then reaches over me, unlocking the handcuffs, my hands just falling to the bed

"You did so good Woo", she coos, wiping my tears and kissing my cheeks

"I...I did?", I whimper, hoping she's not lying

"Yes baby. My good boy"

She takes one of my arms in her small hands, massaging my wrist all the way up to my shoulder

She takes her time, going slowly and it feels so good

My arms are sore from being handcuffed to the bed

She massages my other arm too and I just lay there, another kind of pleasure washing over me from feeling her squeeze my muscles

When she's done, she stands, kissing my cheek softly, "I'll be right back ok?"

I nod, not being able to move yet

A few minutes later she's back, running her finger in my hair

God that feels so good

"Can you come with me Woo?"

I open my eyes, tiredly, "Huh?"

"Come with me"

I'm so tired, I don't think I can move

"I don't know if I can", I answer softly

"I'll help you", she says and I nod

She helps me to sit up, then stand, putting one of my arms over her shoulder

My legs shake a little and she worriedly asks if I'm ok

"Yes, just a little shaky"

She nods, putting her arms around my waist while we walk and I do lean on her a little

We get into her bathroom where the tub is filled with water and bubbles

She did that for me?

"This will make you feel better Woo"

It is for me

She's such a good friend and I can't help but think that she'd be the perfect girlfriend

For me she's perfect

"Are you coming with me?", I ask, wanting to still be near her

"You want me to?", she asks, surprised

I nod, "Please"

"Ok Woo. You first"

She holds my arms while I step in the tub, then sit down, the hot water feeling so good on my tired, tight muscles

She comes in, sitting behind me instead of in front of me

That's different

She moves her legs on either side of my waist, over my thighs, settling down

I feel her hands on my shoulders, gently pulling me back so I lean on her

Oh my god this is absolutely perfect

She moves her hand up and down my chest slowly, feeling good

I cautiously lean my head back on her shoulder

Her other hand instantly goes in my hair, running her fingers through it

I'm in heaven

Honestly, being in her arms is my heaven

It's what I always want

"Better?"

I nod, "Yeah. So much better"

She kisses the top of my head, making me smile

God, I love her

"So how was the date with Mina?"

My smile falls

I forgot about Mina and the date

"It was alright. Just dinner and talking. Not much happened"

I didn't have a good time

All I kept thinking about was her

Wishing she was there instead of Mina

"Did you get to know her?"

I shrug, not wanting to talk about this at all

"Some. Just basic stuff"

She's silent for a second, then says, "You should go out with her again"

What?

I didn't even want to go out with Mina a first time

I stupidly let her talk me into asking Mina out and I had to go through with the date

I couldn't wait for it to be over

I don't want Mina

I want her, my best friend, the only girl I ever loved

But it seems like she doesn't want me at all if she's encouraging me to date someone else

"Yeah I don't know", I answer softly, "I think we'd be better off as friends"

"Hmm", she says, moving one hand down my arm

I turn my hand, just as hers reaches mine and I hold on to hers, lacing our fingers together

She doesn't say anything, just holding my hand tightly

"I dunno. Maybe you should think about it"

"I'll think about it", I say when all I want to do is yell that I want her

I love her

I want to go on a date with her

Do couple things with her

But she doesn't want to

It's clear by how hard she's pushing for me to date Mina

She doesn't see me as anything but a friend and it hurts

She's all I wanted for so long

I'm so in love with her and I can't date anyone else

This date with Mina proved it

I know Mina would have given me sex if I wanted it

I just didn't

I don't want anyone but Joanne to touch me, to kiss me, hold me, fuck me

And I'm just not ready to try dating anyone else

I want to hold on to her just a little longer

Turning my head, I lean against her neck feeling her lean her head against mine

Her free hand wraps around my waist, holding me against her

And it's everything I dreamed of

"Can we stay like this for a little?", I ask

I'm not ready to leave yet

Because when we get out, that means I have to leave her apartment

I don't want to

"Sure Woo. Whatever you want"

"Thanks Jo"

"No problem Woo"

Sighing softly, I close my eyes, feeling so happy and so comfortable in her arms

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"Woo", I hear her voice calling me gently, "Woo"

"Hmmm", I grumble

"Wake up Woo"

"Huh?", I say, opening my eyes

Where am I?

"You fell asleep", she says softly

Looking around, I realize I'm in her bathroom, in her tub with her

Oh shit, I fell asleep against her

"Sorry", I answer, sitting up tiredly

I could fall right back to sleep in a second

"It's ok Woo. You were really tired", she says, her hands touching my back and sending searing heat down my spine, "I just woke you up because the water got cold and you were getting wrinkly"

Lifting my hands up, I see that my hands are wrinkly

Then I realize that she's wrinkly too

"You too", I tell her

"Well duh Woo", she giggles, standing up, "Stay here, I'll get you towels"

I watch her get out of the tub, the water droplets running down her gorgeous body

She grabs a towel on her shower door, wrapping it around her

"Be right back"

She leaves the bathroom and I'm trying to figure out a way I can stay over tonight

I really don't want to go back to the dorm and sleep alone

"Here Woo", she says, coming back and handing me a big towel

Getting out of the tub, I take it from her and wrap it around my waist

"Sit", she says, pointing to the stool she has in front of a vanity mirror

I do and she comes to me, wrapping another towel around my shoulders

She gently dries me and I can't help but close my eyes at the feel of it

The towel moves to my hair as she gets all the water out, rubbing it on my head

The towel goes back on my shoulders and I feel her soft hand on my cheek

"Woo", she calls, "Are you ok? Feel better?"

I nod

My muscles are still achy but not as bad as before

"Can you walk to my room?"

"Yeah"

She nods, leaving the room and I stand up, following her

She directs me to sit in her computer chair while she changes the sheets on her bed

I'm falling asleep sitting up, every drop of my head waking me up

"Woo...do...do you want to stay over? You're literally falling asleep in the chair"

Oh god yes

Yes I do

"Yeah", I manage to get out

"Ok"

She comes to me and I feel her help me up, leading me to her bed

Before I know it, I'm laying on her soft mattress, the sheets cool under my skin, soft pillow under my head

She puts a blanket over me, then runs her fingers in my hair

"You can sleep Woo. I'll be in the living room"

"You're...you're not tired?"

She smiles softly, "Yeah Woo. I'm gonna sleep on the couch. You need the bed more than me"

No no no

I don't want her away from me

I want her in bed with me

I'm craving to be in her arms

"No Jo. Stay with me?", I ask, looking at her for her reaction

Her eyes are wide as she looks down at me, "You want me to stay with you? Like sleep in the bed with you?"

I nod, "Please"

"Well uh ok", she agrees, "I'm gonna put on pj's-"

I shake my head again, "I'm not wearing any. That's not fair"

I want to feel her soft smooth skin against mine

"Is that ok?", I ask

"Yeah Woo. It's alright", she answers, dropping her towel to the floor

She walks to the door, the lights going out and a few seconds later I feel a dip in the bed, her body next to mine

"Can we cuddle?", I ask

I know I'm asking a lot but she's finally in bed with me

I want to be as close as I can to her

She giggles, "My little boy still feeling needy?"

"Yes", I pout

"Ok baby", she says, turning to me, "Come Woo"

I immediately turn over to her, curling up next to her

She moves her arms around me as I lay my head on her squishy boobs

She moves her hands through the strands of my hair, soft, gentle and slow just how I like it

It's perfect

She snuggles close to me, pressing a kiss to my forehead

Everything is amazing, except that I'm getting hard again

Fuck

Why now?

And with the way we're laying, she can definitely feel it against her pussy

I don't know how to make it go away

I don't think it will as she's naked with me and holding on to me

I get an idea of what to do but I don't know if she'll go for it now that we're not having sex

"Jo?"

"Hmm?", she answers sounding sleepy

I press my hard dick into her

"Again Woo?", she asks, opening her eyes

"Yeah but.....can I be inside you and sleep?"

"That's what you want?"

I nod

"Yeah Woo, ok", she agrees and honestly I'm shocked

But so happy

We move around until we're in a good position for this and snuggling

Slowly I push into her, feeling her open for me and suck me inside

I bottom out and both of us shiver, her cunt immediately pulsating around me

It feels so good

"Good Woo?", she asks

I nod, "Yeah. Good for you?"

"Perfect. You know I love having you inside me"

I know she does and I love being inside her

"Yeah? I love being in you too"

She nods, moving her hand back to my hair, slowly running through the strands

"Night Woo"

"Night Jo"

Closing my eyes, I feel so content and I let the feel of her fingers in my hair lull me to sleep

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Thank you so much for reblogging this, as well as several of my other fics!! 🥰

Professor Smith

A/N: Here’s the next fic for my Dirty Little Secret series!! Also my next entry for @band–psycho’s Bingo Challenge! Just a short little fic set in a college AU in which you are Professor Ray Smith’s favorite student… ‘cause every teacher has his pet 😜

Pairing: Raymond Smith x F!Reader Warnings: swearing, professor/student flirting (no actual smut yet, just mutual sexual tension as this gentleman likes to keep it all professional and appropriate) Request: Request from @flaireandsynch for #7 on my list of Dirty Little Secret prompts! Bingo Square Filled: College AU

Word Count: ~2.1k

Perhaps it is the way he rolls his sleeves up, showing off forearms so sturdy and strong they could break you in half. Perhaps it is the way his stormy blue gaze seems to glimmer in a silent little laugh. Perhaps it is the way he often licks his luscious lips and thoughtfully toys with his pen caps. Or perhaps it is the way those suit pants cling like carnal sin onto the contours of his firmly rounded ass.

Perhaps.

Whatever it is, Professor Ray Smith is simply the most stunning thing you’ve ever witnessed. And whenever he goes about his business looking like that, there’s no way you could possibly focus in class.

The other students apparently can’t focus either. This sex god has no business being a teacher, you think, given that his good looks make you want to do bad things. So goddamn distracting. His smartly slicked hair is a glorious hue of dark gold; his blue eyes gleam like literal gemstones, piercing through the core of your soul, cutting you to the bone. He sits down at his desk like his chair is a throne. His beauty is far beyond anything you’ve ever known.

Behind that gorgeous face of his this teacher of world history is very much a mystery. You wish you had more information… but you don’t. Just last name Smith, first name Raymond. And that he clearly should have gone into some other profession. He’s currently dispensing a very important lesson. But it’s not as if you’ve been paying attention.

In the middle of your speechless trance, admiring his backside through his slightly-too-tight pants, you come back to your senses when Professor Smith addresses you all of a sudden. “Y/N.”

You practically fall from your chair, at his utterance of your name. Meeting his bright sapphire stare, you feel yourself heat up in shame.

He approaches. Then sits his fine ass on the edge of your desk. “Y/N. Tell me something.”

Whatever he’s asking, you will happily tell him any damn thing. You’d never hesitate to do any damn thing for this man either. Raymond Smith is more than just your favorite teacher… he’s your motherfucking king.

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[romantashas]

Dirty Little Secret

In which the Lopez-Evers wedding never gets interrupted, and Tim and Lucy end up doing a lot more than just dancing. Chenford S4 Friends-With-Benefits AU!

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[celestiamour]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ me & my husband ]❜

ft. the salesman (gong ji-cheol) x f! reader — squid game

╰₊✧ you don’t need your husband to be perfect, you just want him to be honest┊3.3k words; part two (here)

contains: written before s2 came out!! probably ooc or inaccurate, angst with spots of fluff & a bittersweet ending? reader’s pov mostly, suspicions of cheating, lack of communication, mentioned age gap, random inaccurate lore for the salesman

➤ author's note: yeah, i saw the sudden uptick in notes on that gong yoo post i made and realized season 2 came out which i completely forgot about. i intend to watch it soon as possible and write fics for it as well as (probably) add new characters to my writing list, but for now, please be content with this!!

₊˚ʚ 💌₊˚✧ this fic was heavily inspired by “emotionally intoxicated” by aurasaurora!

gong ji-cheol is the poster image for the ideal husband. he’s always been like that from the moment you met him, and you can’t help but feel like you’re the luckiest woman in the world when he calls himself yours. he’s tall and handsome, someone who catches everyone’s eye despite his only being focused on you. he’s wealthy and hard-working, able to call a luxurious mansion your home, and willing to buy you anything your heart desires as long as you ask for it. he spoils you rotten with that money, gifting you expensive things even if you didn’t ask if it reminded him of you. he’s doting, always sure to smother you in affection with kisses and cuddles whenever together to make it known how much he adores you. the sex is great too, he makes you feel wanted and desirable without ever leaving you unsatisfied. 

most importantly though, you love him, and he loves you. the last two years of marriage have been so blissful, and there isn’t a single thing you would change.

at least that’s what you believe most of the time.

you like to think you know a lot about him, and in a way, you do. you know his favorite color, how he likes his coffee, what he usually orders at restaurants, the type of wine he prefers over beer, the exaggerated shocked fasces he likes to make, how his favorite chore is folding the laundry, how his least favorite is doing the dishes because he doesn’t like getting his hands dirty, the name of his childhood pet, what positions he likes to cuddle or fuck in, the names he’s thinking of giving to your child when they are finally born— there are so many little details you know about him, yet at times you feel like you don't know anything at all.

you don’t really know much about his childhood aside from a few random stories, he claims there’s nothing really notable and that it was as standard as can be. you don’t know who his parents were or what they were like because he said they died when he was young, but surely that’s an important loss which must have impacted him and made youth difficult in some way? you don’t know about his past partners if he even had any, but you doubt you were his first as he was yours with a face like his. you don’t know any of his secrets, like an embarrassing moment or something sinful he might have committed in the past. 

he knew all of these things about you and the little details of your life, so why don’t you know any of the most basic things regarding your own husband?

these periods of uncertainty are few and far, but once the icy tendrils of doubt creep in, it’s difficult to shake them off when you realize you only know these things through observations and not him actually telling you. it’s a miracle your stupidity allowed you to make it this far in falling head over heels for him, getting married, and carrying his child (not that you completely regret it, you still love him, but you wish you had given it more time).

they say there are no such things as stupid questions, yet the main question you have is exactly that as it’s something every wife should know even before the marriage. it would be impressive how long you’ve been clueless about this matter if it weren’t for how often and how skilled he is in managing to evade your curiosity and steer the conversation elsewhere. you didn’t want to press on it since he seems to shut it down every time the topic is brought up and you don’t want to fight over something you technically didn’t need to know, but it weighs on you and presses into your chest with the knowledge you were being kept in the dark. 

what did your husband do for a living, exactly?

his schedule is always unpredictably changing with little rhyme or reason and it confuses you. sometimes you’ll go an entire few days without seeing him, sensing him wake up in the morning before the sun is even up, feeling him kiss you on the cheek before getting ready, and not coming back until long after you fall asleep with no communication aside from a note on the table telling you he’ll be gone for the day along with a wad of cash for you to treat yourself while he’s gone. other times he’ll be chilling at home for an entire week, waking you up with aggressive cuddles (or morning sex), making you breakfast with the morning news on in the background, and taking you out to wherever you want to go on his card in his rare casual clothing and messy wavy hair rather than the typical fancy suits and hair styled with gel. 

as far as you’re concerned, he’s a businessman of sorts, although you don’t know what company he works for or what position he has in terms of hierarchy or how an occupation of that type allows such flexibility in hours or anything at all. 

“what if he’s having an affair?”

you paused for a second before continuing the motion of slicing the cheesecake with a fork and savoring the taste in your mouth. “that’s ridiculous,” you stated simply after swallowing. “he loves me very much, and it doesn’t explain his weird schedule either.”

today was spent with some friends you met back in high school, but honestly, you were only attending out of politeness and tradition since you honestly feel like you’ve disconnected from these girls long before the current. still, you treasure the memories shared in your more formative years and wouldn’t ever say no to them if they wanted to hang out like old times. ji-cheol doesn’t bother to hide his distaste for them, calling them a miserable lot who try to drag you down at every opportunity out of jealousy for your happiness. you laugh it off, but you know deep down he’s right and yet you’re still sitting here at the cafe with them with bright smiles like their words don’t cut deep. 

“maybe he’s dating the boss— a sexy office siren type— she gives him plenty of days off and he stays with her at her beach house at jeju island or something to keep her company, and then she gives him lots of money in exchange.”

“oh my god, could you imagine?”

“can you be realistic? it sounds like you’re just writing a plot for a new drama,” you giggled, not allowing the feeling of a twisting blade in your abdomen to show on your face or the venom to drip from your words at the mere thought of the man you loved being stolen away a faceless woman who was everything you wished you were more of: more beautiful, more wealthy, more experienced, more intelligent—

“you don’t know because he’s your first love or whatever— and you’re so lucky to have been able to marry him— but men are dogs, and i don’t see why he would be the exception.”

“but he treats me so well—”

“maybe he only treats you well because you’re pregnant— he probably just feels guilty. i mean, when i was pregnant and had my first, my husband wasn’t attracted to me anymore and demanded a divorce unless i lost the baby weight.” she shrugged like it was so simple, so common, like the notion of marriage wasn’t something so deeply important and could be thrown away so easily.

“we aren’t suggesting you get a divorce, but we’re just saying you should keep an eye on him— you know? a handsome guy like him was always bound to get a lot of attention…” her laugh was shrill and high-pitched, making goosebumps erupt on your skin.

“right… thanks guys…”

that night, you couldn’t stop twisting and turning on the large sectional couch with thoughts rushing through your head of your husband with some other woman. the jealousy from these fictional scenarios without evidence of existence plagued you. it made you want to vomit up the negative feelings and go back to the person you were a few hours ago without the images of him cheating planted in your mind, which didn’t go unnoticed by him and caused him to ask what was bothering you as it wouldn't be good for the baby.

you hesitated for a moment, “could you tell me about your exes?”

“why are you suddenly curious about that?” he chuckled, knowing damn well that it was because of those stupid snakes masquerading as people (it truly takes one to know one) running their mouths again, but still feigning obliviousness for your sake. 

“just wondering,” you muttered. “i mean, you’re the first person i’ve fallen in love with, but you’re a bit older than me so…”

“and i hope to be the only one too,” he smirked confidently, making you laugh as he plopped down on the ground and rested his head on the cushion next to yours. 

it was such a casual setting in such a vast space, bringing you back to the days in your little apartment inviting him over for chicken and beer before you knew about your immense wealth and got embarrassed over your cheap dates when he was so used to expensive restaurants. he found it very endearing though, knowing you liked him for him and not his money.

“well, if you’re so curious…” he trailed off, but you weren’t quite sure if it was because of hesitation or because he simply didn’t know where to start. you can’t remember the last time a conversation like this was held to learn more about him since it was usually about you, maybe back when you first started dating and briefly discussed his late parents.

he started with his crush when he was in middle school since that was his earliest recollection of feeling love, who didn’t really count as a girlfriend or love because nothing was established and because of their age, but she was his first kiss that he ran away from right after because of how nervous he was, and it was never addressed again. apparently it was his second girlfriend who taught him everything he knew before he met you, saying she basically “trained him like a dog” to create a gentleman out of an inexperienced boy who still wasn’t quite sure how to treat a woman like a queen. she was a bit mean though, and he didn’t realize he dodged a bullet until later after realizing she was unnecessarily cruel to him for no reason multiple times if he didn’t do things exactly her way.

you suppose you always knew your husband wasn’t always the suave charmer you know him to be, but the image of younger him being clueless on matters of romance made you burst out laughing because of how you could hardly picture it.

he reached over to pinch your cheek affectionately, “are you of all people really making fun of me when you were too scared to hold my hand for me to escort you out of my car?”

“oh my god, that was on our first date, i can’t be blamed! i was shaking like crazy on that day— you had to tell me that you didn’t bite.”

“i was actually thinking about calling off our date last minute because of an emergency at work,” he confessed, “but i’m glad i didn’t and met the love of my life instead.”

“aw, you flirt.” the memory made you smile and feel all giggly inside, all the fears you had about him possibly having an affair falling away, yet there were still some lingering at the back of your mind with the mention of his job. “what happened at work?”

“nothing that important,” he said instantly like clockwork. “just some boring business things.”

you didn’t push it, not wanting to ruin the mood, but once again, your curiosity was just itching to ask more questions about his work life even if it was truly as boring as he says. you wanted to know every mundane detail whether it was what his office looked like or what the annoying co-worker did on a daily basis, anything to satiate your need to know more about this mysterious man you had made life-long vows with.

it all came to a head one night while you were cooking dinner, you heard the doorbell ring a dozen times in quick succession and answered it to find an older man with fiery red hair that seemed to match his temper. when he addressed your husband by name and verified your relationship with him, he began spewing all kinds of insults about the blood he had on his hands by luring innocent people to their deaths and you felt your heart drop. you tried to reason with him that there must have been some sort of mistake, barely able to get your words out in a fit of confusion and surprise at the absurd accusation, but he wouldn’t hear you out and pointed a finger in your face, asking if you had any idea what gong ji-cheol was doing behind your back. 

at that very moment, he was suddenly seized by two anonymous men in all black, causing him to yell out in panic as they dragged him away and stuffed him in the back of a car before quickly driving off into the night without a trace. it all happened so fast, you just stood there with your mouth open in shock, wondering if you should call the police on what looked like an abduction. 

then your husband comes running up the steps with his locked briefcase in hand, shouting out your name, asking you if you’re okay, pulling you back inside the comfort of your shared home, and checking you all over to make sure you aren’t harmed in any way. when you ask about who that man was and what he was talking about, he simply told you he was some crazy customer who was dissatisfied with the company, was looking for someone to blame, and promised to tell you the details later. 

you didn’t tell him that you didn’t believe him, just pursed your lips and furrowed your brow for a second then let go of the topic like you always do, taking his coat off his shoulders with a peck on the lips asking how his day was. he reciprocated the kiss, said it was fine without anything special, and that he would shower before having dinner, something he didn’t really need to say since you already knew but stated anyway as per evening routine. 

as he headed up the stairs and disappeared from sight, you stared at the locked briefcase resting crookedly on the little entryway table and paused for a moment. if you did this, it would be a breach of privacy and a sign of growing distrust in your husband, but it could also answer all of the questions that never cease. 

your hands wouldn’t stop shaking involuntarily as you felt the cold black metal underneath your fingertips, marveling at the smooth material clean of any scratches or dents. fidgeting with the built-in combination lock, six number sequences started rushing through your mind as you started to hastily run through your options with a focus on dates. you were determined to only do this three times since you had no idea if an alarm would be set off or if it would close off permanently.

his birthday?

an electronic beep went off indicating you were incorrect, making you nervous.

your birthday?

wrong again, you only had one attempt left. you swallowed, shaking the accumulating sweat off your hands.

the date of your wedding?

you gasped as the locks suddenly flipped open and lightly knocked against the briefcase. it was undone, you could open it at any moment now and see it all.

and yet you still hesitated during this golden opportunity. was it the fact that the passcode to his most secret possession was the day you got married? was it guilt for going behind your husband’s back for answers instead of directly asking him? was it because you were afraid of what you would find if you discovered the red-haired man was telling the truth?

whatever it was, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and locked it again, leaving it looking untouched and went back to playing dinner.

there was a heavy tension present at the dinner table that night, the only conversation present being him interrogating you about what the red-haired man talked about word-for-word. not really interrogating since his tone of voice was still calm and gentle as he asked questions, but you could see him fidgeting with his fork and not leaving much room for any other topic until he was sure you told him everything. he then sighed and claimed the man was insane, a gambling addict who was too deep in debt to afford treatment and was trying to drag him into his misery after meeting at the subway station. 

“ji-cheol?”

he froze for a second, not used to hearing you use his real name rather than a pet name. “yes?”

“what do you do for a living, exactly?”

a pause, you watched him fidget with his chopsticks and shift the grains of rice around. “you know, business stuff— nothing you need to concern yourself about—“

“but i don’t know! that’s the thing!” you felt tears starting to well up behind your eyes, letting two years of frustration trickle through. “i know it doesn’t seem that important for me to know, but is it really so important that you leave me in the dark about it for the three years we’ve been lovers? and now some guy comes to our doorstep and tells me about how your job is playing games with people at the subway station to make them participate in death games?!” you took a deep breath, calming yourself down, “please, be honest with me, that’s all i want…”

“i-i…” that was the first time you’ve ever heard him stutter, and if the situation wasn’t so tense, you would be proud you finally got one-up on him. “i can’t say… it’s for your own safety and mine.”

“so he was right?”

he remained silent, trying to think of some way to counter what seong gi-hun had told you, but if you didn’t believe the elaborate lie he already told you and wanted to learn more, then he knew this was the end of the road. 

“i-i need some time to think…” you looked defeated and it broke his heart. “i’m going to my mom’s house tonight, i’ll be back tomorrow—“ you got up, not bothering to pack anything aside from your phone and your wallet.

he had prepared for you to start screaming and crying (not that he would blame you, i mean, who would willingly stay with a man who was complicit in mass murder), demanding a divorce and packing your things to shut the door for him never to be seen again with your unborn child. the strangely calm reaction was both a relief and extremely unsettling to him.

“i won’t be mad if you decide not to come back” he stated plainly, defeated in a state you’ve never seen him in before. “whatever choice you make, i’ll support you, just know i love you— more than anything else in this world.”

you stared at him blankly through the open doorway. perhaps your husband isn’t the perfect man you believed him to be, but he was as honest as he possibly could have been with you regarding the matter, and that’s enough. 

“i love you too, i’ll be back in the morning.” that’s how you feel at the moment, but you don’t know if you’ll feel the same way tomorrow morning when it sinks in.

[vanfleeter]

Dirty Little Secret (2) // JTK

Characters: Jake x reader Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, hella smut, angst. Author's Note: Only took me long enough to get this done, but it is here :)

Next Day

Waking up the next morning, you feel Jake’s arm wrapped around your waist as he clings to you tightly. His muscles tense and you feel his warm breath cascade down your neck. His lips connect with your skin making goosebumps rise. “Are you awake?” He mumbles against your shoulder. Turning over onto your other side so that you are facing him, you look up at him as he smiles. “Hi..”

You return the smile. “Hi..” Your smile fades and you pull away from him before turning back over to retrieve your phone. “Oh fuck, I have to go..” You say as you quickly jump out of bed.

Jake sits up, his eyebrows creased together. “Why do you have to go?”

“I promised Danny that I would meet him for lunch and I have to be there in an hour.”

“Then stay here until then.” Jake says as he crawls across the bed and grabs hold of your hand. “Please?”

“And show up in your clothes?” You say. “I have to go home and change.”

“I have your clothes washed.” He says pointing to your stuff on top of his dresser.

“I wore those yesterday, he’ll know something’s up if I show up in those again.”

Jake pouts and bats his eyes. “Please don’t go.” He pulls you back onto the bed and places a gingerly kiss on your lips. “Take a raincheck.”

“I can’t do that to him.” You say as you pull away. “I’ll call you later.”

–

As you step inside the restaurant, you spot Danny seated at a booth and taking a drink of his beer. Approaching the table he looks up at you and beams. “Hey!” He says sliding out of the booth to greet you with a hug.

“I am so sorry I’m late.” You say returning the hug. “I overslept and rushed to shower.”

Danny chuckles and the two of you sit down at the booth. “You should start setting an alarm, you know you’re bad at that.”

“I guess I fell asleep before I could.” You say.

“So how was dinner with Jake last night? Was he nice?” He smirks.

You smile and nod your head. “Yeah, you could say that.”

Daniel chuckles and lifts his beer to his lips. “I was honestly surprised that he took you out to dinner.”

Took me out to dinner.

Took me back to his place.

Fucked him on the stairs.

But you can’t tell him that.

You nod your head in agreement. “Yeah, I wasn’t expecting it either.” You say.

“He’s usually a very reserved guy so seeing him opening up to you, it kind of makes me happy.” Danny says. The waitress comes over to the table and you place your drink order and food orders. “But..”

“Uh oh..”

He chuckles and takes another drink of his beer. “I don’t want you to date him.”

Your eyebrows knit together. “I’m sorry?”

“I’m only saying this because I don’t want him to hurt you and I don’t want to lose you as my friend if he does.”

“Danny–”

“I know it’s a lot to ask and it’s not my place to do so–”

“Yeah, you’re right, Daniel.” You say standing up from the booth. “It’s not your place.”

“(Y/N)--”

“No, Danny, you don’t get to tell me who I can and can’t date.”

“I’m just trying to protect you.”

“No, you’re being selfish..”

—

Strumming his guitar and lost in his own thoughts, it only lasts for so long when he hears the doorbell being frantically rung. Setting his guitar down on the couch beside him, he stands up and goes over to the door and pulls it open to find you standing on the porch. Chest heaving and fists called at your sides.

“Are you okay?” He asks as you storm into his place.

“I wanted to just punch him in the face. Oh! He made me so mad!”

“Who?” Jake says as he follows you into the living room. “Danny?’

“Yes, Danny!” You grab the whiskey jar off of the drink cart and take a long drag of it.

Seeing you like this, frustrated and downing half of his liquor sends the blood to his core, his cock hardening beneath his sweatpants.

“Wh-What did he say?” He stutters.

You pull the jar away from your lips and set it down roughly on the drink cart. “He says that he’s happy that we’re friends but he told me that he doesn’t want us to date.” You watch as Jake’s eyebrows furrow.

“He said that?”

You nod your head. “Who the fuck does he think he is telling me who I can’t and can’t date? Who? Hmm? My daddy?”

The way you say ‘daddy’ turns him on even more. No, Danny isn’t your daddy. He is, and he’ll make damn sure you know it. Walking across the room, he pulls you against his body and crashes his lips onto you. He shoves his tongue into your mouth and you allow it. His hand rests on the back of your neck while the other one explores your body beneath your blouse. You push him away slightly, just long enough for the both of you to catch your breath.

“Who is your daddy?” He whispers, his lips ghosting yours. “Hmm? Who?”

“Y-You..” You breathe, your eyes slowly closing as you let him kiss you again.

He wraps his arms around your waist and hoists onto his hips, not once breaking the kiss. He carries you over to the couch and carefully moves his guitar out of the way before flopping down and allowing you to straddle his lap. He pulls away and grabs the ends of your shirt and pulls it up and over your head.

“No one tells you what to do.” He says, running his fingers down your chest and cups your breasts in his hands. “Only I do.” He reaches around you and unclasps your bra and tosses it to the floor. He lays you on the couch and unbuttons your pants before pulling those off too. You can feel the bulge of his cock pressing against the inside of your thighs as he thrusts his hips against you. He presses his lips to your neck and leaves a trail of open mouthed kisses down your chest and torso before coming to a stop above the waistline of your panties. He hooks his fingers around the waistline and drags them down your legs.

“Baby, you’re so beautiful.” He says as he moves down in between your legs and leaves kisses on the insides of your thighs. When he reaches your center, he licks his tongue through your folds and dips ever so slightly inside. A moan slips out of you as your hands grip tightly to his hair.

He slides a finger inside to work alongside his tongue before plunging in a second finger. It wasn’t long before he had you coming undone on his tongue and fingers. He hums in pleasure as you licks you clean. Pulling away, he leans back on his heels as he stares at you.

“Turn over..” He says twirling his finger in the air.

You do as he says and turn over onto your hands and knees. You feel the tip of his cock slowly slide through your folds until he’s filling you completely. “Fuck, Jake…”

He bends over you, his lips pressed to your ear. “Who?”

“Daddy..”

“Mmm, that’s what I thought.”

He pulls out slowly before slamming back into you making you yelp.

“Are you okay?”

You nod your head. He starts out slowly thrusting into you. Once he knows that you’re comfortable, he slowly gets faster. His hands grip your hip, his fingers digging into your pelvis.

“You feel so good.. Taking me so well..” He feels you clench around him and he groans. “There you are baby..” He slides his hand around your front and between your legs and begins to rub circles into your clit. Your cries filled the room, his name falling from your lips as your orgasm surges through your body. He reaches his just seconds later, completely spilling into you.

Pulling out of you, he gently rolls you over onto your back as he takes his shirt and wipes you clean. Snuggling behind you on the couch, he grabs a throw a blanket and covers the both of you before wrapping his arms around your waist.

“You did so good.” He says against your neck.

His phone buzzes on the coffee table and he reaches over you to grab it. Danny’s name flashes on the screen. You scoff and push away from Jake to get off the couch.

“Hey..” He answers the call. His eyes immediately flash to you as he speaks again. “No, I haven’t seen her..” He holds his index finger to his lips. “Oh, uh, now isn’t a good time…” Jake abruptly stands from the couch. “You’re what?”

A knock comes on the door. Quickly you gather your clothes and Jake ushers you upstairs to his bedroom. “Don’t make a sound.” He says before going back downstairs.

Throwing open the door, Danny rushes into the house. “Oh sure, come on in.” Jake says.

“I’m sorry.. I-I just had a bad conversation with (Y/N) and now I can’t get a hold of her.”

“Well.. What’d you say?”

“Frankly, if I tell you, I’m afraid you’ll punch me.”

Jake chuckles and folds his arms over his chest. “Try me, Danny..”

Danny inhales deeply and before speaking again. “I told her that I was glad that you two were getting along but..”

“But what?”

“I don’t want you two to be together.”

Jake’s eyebrows knit together. Though he already knew this, he had to play the act of not knowing so he wouldn’t raise any suspicions. “Why don’t you want us to be together?” He asks.

“Because..”

“Danny..”

Danny runs a hand through his hair. “Because you aren’t exactly a good guy.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Jake snaps, his arms falling to his sides.

“Look, I know you mean well and you’re a great friend but I don’t want you to hurt her.”

“Hurt her..” Jake nods his head. “Not once have I ever hurt anyone,” He says. “I’ve been the one that’s been hurt. Why are you making me out to be the bad guy?”

“I’m just trying to protect her.” Danny says. “So please, respect my friendship with her.”

“So I can’t be friends with her?”

“I didn’t say that.”

Jake rolls his eyes. “I really don’t want to keep discussing this.”

“Jake, you’re being childish.”

Jake’s eyes grow wide as he stares at his best friend–who he thinks is quite crazy at this moment. “I’m being childish? You’re the childish one who’s forbidding a relationship that doesn’t even exist!”

It kind of does. But what he doesn’t know, won’t exactly hurt him.

“Are you mad?!” Jake exclaims throwing his arms in the air. “You can’t dictate who does what, Daniel!”

“She’s my friend, Jacob!” Daniel retorts. “I don’t want you to screw it up!”

Jake’s fists clench at his sides and he inhales sharply before exhaling. “Get out..”

“Jake..”

“I said, get out. I don’t appreciate you coming into my home and demanding things from me.”

Daniel clenches his jaw and stares at the hard wood floor beneath his feet before lifting his head again. “I don’t want you hanging around her anymore, you got it?” He says before walking out of the house, the door slamming closed behind him.

Throwing open the door to his bedroom, he storms over to the bed and flops down on the mattress. “Didn’t go well?” You say crawling across the bed to him. He shakes his head as you wrap your arms around his neck from behind and you kiss his cheek. “I believe I just made it worse..” He says. “He doesn’t want me around you at all.”

“You know he can’t do that.” You say.

Jake sighs and places his hand on your forearm. He lowers his head and gently kisses the back of your hand. “Do you think it’s a good idea for us to keep doing this?” He asks, keeping his eyes trained on the carpet in front of him.

“Continue seeing each other?” You ask as you lean back on your knees, pulling your arms away from around his neck. He nods his head. “Do you want to end this?”

Jake leans his elbows on his knees and rests his chin on the palm of his hand. “No, but..”

“But you also don’t want to hurt Danny.” You say, earning a slight nod of Jake’s head as a response. “Well, um..” You climb off the bed and pull on your shoes. “If this is what you think is best, I’ll respect it.”

—

It’s only been a couple weeks since you’ve last seen or heard from Jake. If Danny invited you out to the bar, Jake wouldn’t join. He kept his promise to Danny that he wouldn’t hang around you anymore. Respecting his friendship with you. The last thing he wants is to screw up a good thing that Danny has.

“Where’s Jake?” Sam asks as he joins you, Danny, and Josh at the bar and leans against the countertop.

“He said something about wanting to work on a few things for the album.” Josh mutters. “Which I call bullshit.”

“Why do you say that?” Sam asks.

Josh shrugs his shoulders. “Something happened but he won’t talk about it, which is unlike him.. He rarely ever keeps things from me.”

You stay quiet, knowing exactly what he’s talking about. But you can’t say anything in fear of blowing your secret affair you had with him. Danny nudges your side. “You’re awfully quiet over there,” He says. “You okay?”

You nod your head and take a sip of your beer. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just..tired.”

“Long day at work?”

“You could say that.” You clear your throat and down the rest of your beer. “I’m gonna use the restroom. Order me another beer for when I get back.”

“It’ll be here.” Danny says.

Sliding off the barstool, you make your way through the crowded bar and head for the bathroom. Stepping out of the stall, you approach the sink to wash your hands. As the warm water washes over your hands, you are completely lost in your own thoughts, you didn’t hear the door open nor hear someone walk in until you looked up to see Jake in the mirror. He stands behind you with his hands stuffed in the pocket of his jeans. His sunglasses cover his eyes but you can see his eyebrows raised above the rim of them as he watches you.

Shaking your hands in the sink to rid them of the excess water, you turn away from the sink and grab a couple paper towels to dry your hands off.

“So you’re just gonna ignore me then?” He says as you walk towards the door.

You stop at the door with your hand wrapped around the handle. You debated wanting to just turn back around and slap him or walk out. You chose the latter of the two and pulled the door open and left the bathroom.

“Hey, don’t walk away!” He calls after you in the hallway.

You stop in your tracks and spin around to face him. By now he’s up in your face, his warm breath coming as a breeze across your face.

“You shouldn’t be here, Jacob.” You say before turning back around on your heels. You try to walk but he grabs your hand and pulls you back. You collide with his chest and he roughly kisses you. As much as you wanted to kiss him, you couldn’t. You push him off of you and pull your hand away. “You decided to end it. You don’t get to waltz your way back to me.”

“Just tonight,” He says. “Please.. Give me tonight.”

“Danny’s expecting me back out there,” You say looking down at your shoes. “I have to go..” You walk away leaving him there alone in the hallway.

Danny smiles when you return to the bar counter and slide back onto your stool. “I was about to come find you,” He says. “Thought maybe you got lost back there.”

You shoot him a fake smile and reach for the cold beer he had gotten for you. “Something like that..” You say before lifting the bottle to your lips and chugging half of it. He stares at you, eyes wide and jaw gaping just a little. “What?”

He shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head. “Nothing, nothing..” He says taking a drink of his own beer. –

Saying your goodbyes to Danny, Sam, and Josh, you make your way across the parking lot to your car. You hear someone clear their throat and when you look up you see Jake leaning against your car. He holds out his hand.

“Jake, why are you still here?”

“Keys.” He says blatantly ignoring your question.

“I’m perfectly fine to drive home.” You say stepping around him. As you go to unlock your car, he swipes your keys from your hands. “Hey!” You exclaim as you reach for them. He only holds them out of reach. “Jacob, give me back my keys.”

“I’m driving you home.”

“No, you’re not.” You say as you try reaching your keys. “Please give me back my keys.”

“Get in the car.”

You cross your arms over your chest. “I’d rather walk..” You say before stepping around him and making your way out of the parking lot and down the sidewalk.

“Would you stop being such a brat?” He says as he follows after you but you keep walking and trying your hardest to just ignore him. “Hey! I’m talking to you!”

Just keep walking. Your apartment isn't far from here.

“Are you seriously going to keep acting like this?” He says as he catches up to you. He stops in front you, anger fuming in his eyes.

“You don’t get to end things, Jake, and then come back expecting me to just fall to my knees and suck you off.”

“Would that be so bad?” He says, a smirking now playing on his face.

“Go fuck yourself, Jake.” You say before pushing past him and storming off down the street.

You don’t hear him following after you so you let out the breath you had been holding in. Reaching your block, you hear a car slow on the side of your street. Your car. And who’s driving? Jake. You curse yourself for not taking your keys when you stomped off.

“Get in the car, (Y/N).” He says out of the rolled down passenger window.

“No..”

“Dammit, get in the car!” He shouts.

“I don’t like being yelled at.”

He huffs and pulls the car over to the side of the street before getting out and storming over to the sidewalk. He throws open the passenger door. “Get in. Now.”

“Or now you’re ordering me?” You say crossing your arms over your chest again.

“Last time I checked, I am your daddy.”

You scoff and roll your eyes. “Like hell you are.”

“You can’t seriously be mad at me..” He says. “You know the reason why I ended it and you said you respected it!”

“So what? You think changing your mind is magically gonna get me in your bed again?”

“One can dream.”

“Yeah, one can dream, Jake. And you can do that in your own bed, away from me.”

Jake sighs and hangs his head. “Please.. Please just get in the car.”

You huff and drop your arms to your sides. You walk over to the car and slide into the passenger seat. Jake closes the door and goes back over to the driver’s side and slides inside before driving off. He tries to rest his hand on your thigh but you slap it away.

“Ten and two, Jake.” You say. A slight smile tugs at his lips as he places his hand back on the steering wheel.

Parking the car in your spot in the lot of your apartment complex, he pulls the keys from the ignition and hands them over to you. You take them back and push open the door to get out. He follows suit and walks around the back of the car before leaning against the trunk.

“Can I come in?” He asks.

You lower your head and pick at the strap of your purse. Your roommate is out of town for the weekend so essentially he could come inside, but did you really want him to?

“Fine..”

Pushing open your apartment door, you kick off your shoes into the closet and hang your purse up on the wall hooks before heading for the living room. Neither of you spoke, not sure of exactly what to say besides yell at each other. Jake sits one end of the couch while you sit on the other end with your legs criss-crossed in front of you.

Finally Jake broke the silence. “I made a mistake,” He says. “It’s been hell having to avoid you these last couple weeks. I’ve been craving you every damn day and it’s killing me.”

“Aw, is Jakey sex deprived?” You say with a snarky tone.

Jake sucks on his teeth and rolls his eyes. “I’m trying to be serious here..”

“Okay, Okay..” You nod your head. “I’m sorry..”

Jake inhales before continuing on. “I had thought ending things would spare hurting either one of us in the long run, but obviously I can see that I was wrong.”

“Jake..” You move closer to him until your knees brush up against his hip. “We’re both adults, we can make our own decisions. I chose to hook up with you at Josh’s party, I chose to fuck you on the stairs, and I chose you when I was angry with Danny.” You reach for his chin and turn his head so that he’s looking at you. “Danny can be mad all he wants–should he ever find out.” You shrug your shoulders. “I do find it hot sneaking around though.. Running the risk of getting caught is a thrill..”

Your breath against his face sends a chill down his spine.

“And if I’m being honest, I was debating about sucking you off in the bar’s bathroom..” You say. “I like hearing you moan, it’s...pretty.”

Moving off of the couch, you kneel in front of him and spread his legs so you can squeeze in between them. He doesn't stop you from untying the knot that strings of his linen pants are tied in. He definitely doesn’t stop you from pulling them down either, he lifts his hips to aid you in taking them off. His cock springs free and you look up at him with a smirk.

“You’re such a naughty boy..”

“Baby, please..” He pleads.

He shutters under your touch as you run your hand up his length and back down again. He’s already leaking a little so you bring your tongue to his tip and slowly lick it clean. His head falls against the back of the couch as one of his hands finds solace inside of your hair and he gives it a slight tug. Enveloping your mouth around him, a breathy moan escapes his lips. His other hand searches the couch to grip onto anything as his hips instinctually hitch upwards fucking his dick into your mouth.

“Fucking hell..” He mutters as he squirms beneath you.

As if pulling a lollipop out of your mouth, you slowly drag your mouth up his length and release it from your lips with a pop. Though as much as you wanted him to cum in your mouth, you wanted him to cum inside of you. You wanted to feel him inside of you. The feeling of him stretching you was something you craved, it was something your vibrator couldn’t recreate.

“What..” He gasps. “What are you doing? Fuck.. I need to cum baby.”

“And you will.” You say as you undo the button of your jeans and take them off. “I’ve just missed having you buried so deep inside of me.”

A deep groan emits from his throat and he reaches for you pulling you down onto his lap and kissing you. “Your mouth feels so warm and you’re so gentle but just like you, I missed having you wrapped around me.”

Gently you sink down on him, both of you moaning as the sensation of feeling each other again courses through your bodies. You roll your hips and his breath gets caught in his throat. His hands grip tightly to your hips and his fingers dig deep in your skin. You carefully lift your hips and fall back down on him. You keep up your movements as he thrusts his hips upwards meeting you as you come down.

“I can’t.. Last any… Longer..” He gasps and moans.

“Fill me up, Jake.. I want to feel it.”

You feel his body tense beneath you. He holds tightly to you and pulls you down on top of him, pinning you to his hips. His head falls back as he finally releases his cum inside of you.

“That’s it Jakey.”

He lazily lifts his head, in the midst of his orgasm. “Cum.. With me..” He says. He removes one of his hands from your hips and brings in between you where he starts using his thumb to rub circles into your clit.

“Oh fuck Jake..”

“Be my pretty girl and cum on me.”

Just as quickly as he had, you feel your orgasm wash through you and you soak him. You fall against his chest, your head resting on his shoulder. As the two of you come down from your highs, he takes the palm of his hand and rubs soft circles on your back. Lifting your head, you look at him. His eyes are heavy and glazed over with lust.

“You look so pretty when you’re all fucked.” You say making him chuckle.

Slowly you remove yourself from his hips and grab the throw blanket from the back of the couch and wrap it around your lower half.

“Where are you going?” He asks.

“To shower.” You shrug. “Want to join?”

“Do I even need to answer?” He says as he pushes himself off the couch.

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Father-in-law Leon strikes again! I'm loving the way you connected it with what it's like to keep a secret and to reveal it. Kind of gave me "In the Mood for Love" vibes - one of my favourite movies btw 🥰

The relief you described when Reader found out that her husband was seeing his secretary was very telling on how the whole relationship was like. It was as if they fell into it by accident and then just went along with it because it was comfortable and society thinks it's the right thing to do.

It goes without saying the smut scene was hot, especially the possessiveness and breeding kink 🫣 Also that Reader agreed to leave her husband for Leon! I'm really wondering how that's gonna play out, and will we see more of this series in the future, since these two can't keep their little secret any longer? ❤️‍🔥

彡 Secret - Leon Kennedy

father in law!Leon Kennedy x daughter in law!afab!reader | 18+ | 3.5k | oneshot

synopsis — Your husband goes on another business trip, an excellent time for you to seek affection with his father.

contents — 18+ heavy smut mdni, pseudo-incest (in-laws), cheating, slight hair pulling, thigh touching, dirty talk, fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), tit play, unprotected sex (p in v), breeding kink, possessiveness (a little), and creampie // I do not condone everything I write, this is just fiction if you don’t like don’t read. Read the warnings and continue at our own discretion. I’ve provided ample warning.

tags: @mrswint3rs @elfven-blog (please check the taglist in my pinned post if you want to be tagged in future works)

The essence of secrecy lies in its concealed nature; it is meant to evade the awareness of others in confidence between only a select few, often confined to a mere duo. The revelation of this can imperialise many involved. However, the enigmatic nature of maintaining a secret is undeniably captivating; it entices individuals to guard and preserve its sanctity. The prospect of clandestine knowledge imparts a sense of thrill; it can keep the individual’s heart pumping with adrenaline each second that goes past, and each day, it finds another day to survive between the knowing. Yet, beneath that surface of excitement, the weight of culpability lingers, a moral unease inherent in the act of concealment, the feeling of guilt inhabiting the consciousness of the one keeping it, especially with the amount of gravity certain secrets have—like the one you were holding with Leon. 

When you first sought comfort with your father-in-law, you thought this was going to be a one-time moment of weakness, a feeling that it was just happening through the disconnect with your husband, a moment of letting your desires warp your mind and your morals—but this soon escalated into ‘one time’ being apart of continuous routine. Tiptoeing into his room, sneaking away when your husband was at work, betraying your vows, those sacred words that shouldn’t be tarnished for a few moments of fun, but you were indulging in breaking those promises every moment you lied in Leon’s arms, every moment you let his form engulf you in its shadow, every moment you pressed your arms around him and left sweet kisses on his skin. 

When you wrapped yourself up in a blanket next to your husband, there was a phantom feeling of something tugging at your heart, like a hand squeezing and pulling at it, pushing down into the form of a cold spike feeling travelling down into the pit of your stomach whenever you pictured the inevitable moment when your husband would find out; you weren’t completely stupid, you knew that this would all come out sooner or later, especially with the fact that you were cheating with your husbands father. This wasn’t some secret or tall tale that you could take to the grave with you; no, this was something that needed to be known; it was starting to become more than just bodily fulfilment with another; there was a connection in your betrayal, an emotional one that whenever you parted from his presence you craved to be back into it, and not just through lust, through romantic interest like you formerly had with your husband. The feeling of guilt was only natural when these affairs were starting. Still, it all started to melt away when your husband reciprocated the distance, as well as the infidelity you were providing in the relationship. 

There has always been a lack of chemistry and connection within the relationship; when you first met each other in college, it started as a casual sexual relationship, meeting each other whenever your roommates were gone and finding some late-night indulgences. Then it rolled into something more serious. It was all a blur now; you remember a casual to serious relationship shift; you noticed this when you first met his father. You always thought he was attractive, but you never thought he would be the person you wanted to be with. You felt trapped in this relationship. Granted, your husband never pushed you into that decision, but you felt dependent on him for what he provided, all the benefits he gave you, and even pulled you up in the ranks of your job position; you did owe a lot to him. However, this lack of connection was always found in his wandering eye. 

He always had a wandering eye for every woman who passed but never acted on it…until now. 

You never blamed him or felt betrayed, hell you didn’t even cry or wince in reaction when you were met with the vision of the text messages he shared with his secretary; you just turned the phone off and pretended to be the innocent wife, oblivious to it all; but when you saw those messages, you could only feel… relief? Relief that you weren’t hurting someone in love with you anymore, relief that both of you were aware of this trapped marriage. You were hoping this affair would be the trigger to make him throw the divorce papers in your face, something you were too cowardly to do. 

You were waving off your partner for another business trip; it made you laugh when he would always make up some extravagant lie, always bringing up names to make his lie seem more believable; of course, you always knew when he was lying, he would never maintain eye contact, and whenever you asked who was going, you saw his eyes widen and look around the room trying to remember what he fabricated a few days earlier. If anything, you admired how far he would go. Sometimes, you wondered if he was just doing this to spite you for sleeping with his father, but you didn’t care; you just wanted him gone longer so you could spend time with Leon. 

When telling Leon this, he laughed at how his son was trying to make things even, though he knew his son was awful at covering his tracks; after all, he had known him all his life; he knew what his son was capable and incapable of. When learning the information that your son is cheating on their wife, it arranges multiple reactions. Some people simply do not care, and some even blame the wives. Others will be shocked at their son's behaviour, knowing they didn’t raise him like this and will be there for their daughter-in-law. But Leon, oh, Leon intensely disliked how his son never fully appreciated you. He was also glad that his weak ability to be a husband granted him the opportunity to give the woman whom he couldn’t stop thinking about the attention she deserved. When learning of another business trip his son was going on, he just smirked when hearing your tempting words through the phone, knowing exactly what you were planning and insinuating. 

“He can spend all the time he wants with… Whatever her name is… Now, come to mine; I know you’re free.” 

When you heard those words on the phone, you were quick to leave your house, locking the door and jumping into your car for a few-minute journey to him; you felt your heart flutter and jump within your chest every time the tyre rolled further to your destination, every turn and bend you had on the road, all of it adding to that feeling of impatience whenever you were stopped by traffic. 

You didn’t have to knock; you already had a key to make your way whenever you wanted to, whenever you wanted a late-night roll around when your husband was in a night of deep sleep or having ‘overtime’ at work. You made your way to the staircase and ascended into his room. 

Leon was sitting at his desk, working alone. It was clear that he was probably waiting for you to come a bit later, considering this time of day harboured the most traffic. 

He greeted you with a smile, dropping his pen and looking you up and down under his scrutiny; you felt undressed under his gaze with those longing and erotic states; the tension between you two was undeniable every time you were together, all those pent up desires every time you couldn’t be together all bursted within an explosion of desire whenever people were out of the picture. You could fulfil everything you two thought of. When no one was around, his house was the realm where the secret wasn’t something to hide, but something accepted between you two, something loved by you two. 

You pushed away his work to one side, positioning yourself in between his legs before pushing yourself up to the table, feeling a jolt course through your body when you felt Leon’s large hands slide to the sides of your waist, roaming and sliding down to the plush of your thighs, continuing to maintain that lustrous stare that always made you weak whenever looking deeply back into that blue undressing gaze. 

“It’s rude to ignore a guest, especially when you invite them, Leon,” you said to him, looking down and watching as he took the free invitation to keep touching you, pushing his hands under the flap of your dress, feeling your soft and smooth skin as he caressed you further; a smirk playing at his lips as he witnessed you subtly parting your legs as he continued to keep touching, providing him with a further invitation. 

“True. Especially one that is so beautiful; where are my manners?” he looked up at you as you bent your head forward to meet him, your lips being mere moments away from his, letting that tension arise between the both of you; you leaned in to let him give you a soft and tender kiss, a kiss that slowly increased into further sensual deep interlocks between you two. 

He pushed one of his hands to the back of your head, tangling his fingers within the strands of your hair, slightly tugging at it to make you release soft winces; you bit your lip as you two both continued to share erotic eye contact that was already creating a knot within your stomach and made your heartbeat deeper and your breaths deeper. As you were lost in those pools of blue, you expressed a sharp and high-pitched gasp when his fingers led to your clothed core, feeling the tips of his fingers rub circles around, pulling sweet and tender moans from you. 

“How long is he gone for?”

“A week,” Leon pushed his fingers with harder pressure as he rubbed your sensitive bud through the wet patch already formed from his long digits. 

“Good. A week with me, would you like to stay here, darling? I wouldn’t want you to be lonely,” you could only release a nod as you pressed your lips into a line, squeezing your eyes shut as he pushed his index and middle finger deeper and circulated in a clockwise motion—from just a tiny amount of time he knew what would drive you crazy. “Use your words, sweetheart; I can’t mind read,” he tilted his head to the side as he waited for you to open your mouth. 

“Yes, I would, yes I would want that,” you managed to fabricate your chosen words in a breathy release as he quicked his motions, moans wanting to erupt already to replace your words.

“Am I already driving you crazy?” you nodded again, “I love it when you’re easy for me… And only me,” his words were elongated, arousal and stimulation within the way he spoke that made your core flutter in excitement and anticipation, even more so when he wrapped the tip of his finger around the side of your already soaked panties, and slowly pushing them to the side, he wasn’t going to rush this no matter how many times he felt you, he always wanted to savour the feeling of making you his. 

He lifted your skirt even further to witness your glistening cunt, feeling your heat as he lingered his fingers around your inner thigh, teasing you even more, not knowing when he was going to draw more moans from you, simply with his fingers.

“Do you want to feel good, sweetheart?” you nodded, looking down and spreading your legs even further, “You’re such a dirty little slut for me, aren’t you? Yet you won’t just leave him.” 

You had been thinking of leaving your husband ever since you started this affair with Leon, and he wasn’t going to leave it alone until you were his, not just in bodily and emotional connection, but under the eyes of the law and society, he wanted everyone to know that you were his girl. 

“You know it w-won’t be any longer,” your breathing hitched as you waited for Leon’s fingers to creep themselves inside you, feeling a tingle and tightening sensation within your stomach the way he looked at you with those eyes that controlled all your feelings. 

He ran his thumb over your soft mouth, his other fingers on his left hand rubbing your wet slit, dragging the tips of his fingers along your soaked cunt. Hearing your heavy breathing, he pulled you back for another kiss, his tongue entering your mouth and swirling and sliding on yours, enjoying every minute and surprised little noise secreted from your mouth, muffled by his kisses. He pushed his long and thick digits inside you, slowly, pulling a long and quiet moan as he bit your bottom lip in between kisses, feeling him slowly pump and curl his fingers as your walls tightened around them. 

“Does my dirty girl want more?” he whispered to you in between kisses, “and I expect you to use your manners.” He always loved to have that cocky attitude with you, always loving to have the upper hand, knowing you melted every time you felt his touch, forever in his submission. 

“Yes, please, Leon,” you begged. 

“Good girl.”

He left one final wet kiss on your lips before pushing his chair away with a harsh kick and letting his face be in front of your pussy, your aching pussy that was craving him all through the journey, that craved him every night and day when you were apart. He kissed lightly at your pussy before enclosing your clit with his lips, interlocking with your wet and soft folds, his tongue lapping and dancing around your sensitive cluster of nerves, continuing to pump his long fingers inside you, circling your bud over and over again in perfect rhythm to pushing his digits further into your throbbing cunt, feeling his cock harden inside his pants every time your taste lingered around in his mouth, every time he took ownership with having fun with you. 

“All mine,” he quickly said as he continued to press his face back in between your thighs, his hand massaging your thigh, “I’ll never get tired of tasting you,” you felt him smile against you, his breathing deepening as you continued to moan for him. 

“Fuck, Leon-” your back arched as your fingers messed through his blonde locks, tugging and ruffling as your head continued to be kicked back. Your eyes squeezed shut as you let his soft lips continue to be attached to your clit, sucking and circling it, his fingers keeping you on the edge and making your toes curl with each load of erotic sound to fill the room’s atmosphere. Leon loved how much you squirmed as you tensed every muscle in your body when feeling that pleasure course through you at the hands and skill of Leon; you felt a pulsating scream ready to roll through your body as you whined from the stimulation; Leon continued to put you over the edge as he increased the speed and rhythm, setting another catalyst for your first orgasm so he threw his hand on your breast and squeezed it tightly, your skin poking out in the gaps of his fingers, later rolling your hardened nipple with his fingers while hungrily lapping his tongue around your clit, like being indulged into an addictive sweet treat. 

“Leon!” you screamed like you always did, and he continued to love hearing those sounds. 

Your thighs continue to tighten, your pussy spasming, and Leon’s tongue awaiting as you squeezed your eyes shut and engaged your core, releasing a clear and delicious release into his mouth, inviting Leon to lick up every drop and savouring the flavour only he craved every morning and night. He licked up a strip of your pussy, slowly pulling his fingers away as he watched your chest move up and down in rapid action with your changed breathing patterns. 

“Don’t worry, I’m not done yet,” he cooed as he licked his lips, watching your face beg for more. Your heart practically leapt when hearing those words, ready for whatever dictation he will provide for you. 

He continued to unbutton and drop his pants down, his erection bouncing out and exposing its red blushed tip already leaking with precum from just receiving the taste of you; you moved off the table and were ready to feel him deep inside, but his next words stopped you momentarily. 

“Why don’t you just leave him when he comes back… He’s got somebody… And I don’t want us to keep being secretive,” his hands were placed on your hips, you hoovering over him and feeling your heartbeat move at a quicker pace. “I make you feel better than he ever did. Marry me instead. I know that’s what you want, baby,” a blush crept on your cheeks as he continued to rub your sides, putting pressure on you with his touch. 

“Hm, sorry for putting you on the spot, let’s resume-” 

“Yes. I will. I will leave him for you.”

Leon’s eyes widened; you no longer felt his touch pressure down onto your skin. He stopped there momentarily as if time had frozen within his body clock.

Then that smirk came back. That knowing smirk of him finally getting his way, that smirk revealing he could finally have you and not just as an affair, he wouldn’t want to give a damn what others thought; he finally had you, and having you was all that mattered to him. 

“Come here, you,” he growled as he pulled your underwear, his eagerness igniting impatience as he pulled hard enough for the delicate fabric to rip, the threads pulling out in intricate patterns, pulled down to the carpeted floor; you didn’t care as he pulled you and sat you on his lap, feeling his cock push inside your wet, throbbing, squelching cunt as he aggressively thrusted you down on him, hearing the slap of your skin come crashing down on his thighs, erupting another deep moan out of you as you felt his large cock pressed inside and wrapped around your tight and warm walls. 

“Fuck. You’re so tight, baby.” You bounced with the help of Leon’s hands tucked underneath your ass and bouncing you on his member, pushing along his length further inside of you as he felt a craving that now belonged to him, “God. You feel amazing,” he continued to hiss as he felt you, his cock continuing to twitch as he heard your continuous gasps and moans. 

“Mmm, you’re so good,” you managed to get the words out as his large hands continued to grip your ass, watching his eyes darken with lust and possession as he watched your tits bounce in front of him with every thrust he pumped inside of you. 

“Just like that,” you found the perfect rhythm for him, “Umpth, you’re doing so good, baby,” he kicked his head back as you continued bouncing along his length, a red flush engulfing your pretty face, drool collecting at the corners of your mouth as you continued to scream for Leon and watch his perfect frame push inside of you. 

You whimpered as he squeezed your ass hard, your walls clenching around his dick even harder and making his desperation to finish inside you grow as you screamed his name again, releasing another loud luscious orgasm that drove Leon crazy with the fact he knew your body so well. 

“Cum for me, Leon,” you whispered, “you know I want to feel it. You know I love it,” you continued to push Leon when you saw that look in his eyes, knowing he was close. 

“Hmm, god,” he continued to growl as he felt your pussy tighten around him, “Oh sweetheart, I don’t just need a ring to prove to-to everyone you chose the better man… I need to fucking breed that, that perfect pussy,” he couldn’t create a perfect sentence without being interrupted with the odd messing up of words, focusing on trying not to cum until he finally let this words out; the effort to not release inside you was building up, beads of sweat were forming across his forehead and his chest puffed out in deeper breathing. 

“Do it then, I’m all yours.” 

A glimmer crossed his blue gaze as he pumped his last belligerent thrusts inside of you, his arms wrapped around your waist tightly. His face buried in your tits as he released his white and creamy cum inside of your walls, shooting inside of you with desperation, slowly pushing it further inside you, the head of his cock continuing to bash against your cervix as he fucked his seed further inside of you. His actions released a long, drawn-out moan escaping your glossy lips, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your formerly tense body melted back into relaxation and your breathing becoming laboured as you felt his cum pool inside of you, the rest trickling down your sticky thighs as you tried to catch you breath. 

A secret is always fun to keep, but it eventually comes out, whether from being revealed by another or from people no longer being able to keep it inside and wanting the whole world to know.

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