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so-langdon · 5 years ago

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Ten Seconds - Duncan Shepherd x Fem! Reader (Drabble)

Summary: (Lengthy??) Drabble about Duncan going down on Y/N for the first time.

Warnings: Oral (female receiving), swearing, teasing! cocky! Duncan

Tagged!: @hecohansen31 , @sarahandthejets , @michaelsapostle , @rocketgirl2410 , @saltyshaggymeme , @blakewaterxx

Duncan’s hands roam down Y/N’s body, feeling along her curves, his lower body grinding against her. He slides a hand underneath her shirt as he brushes over her soft skin, feeling how his own skin burns from feeling her pressed against him so sweetly.

The two lay on Duncan’s bed, Y/N in just her shirt, bra and underwear, while Duncan was only in his black boxer briefs. They’re all touch and feeling and hot as they make out with one another, Y/N’s hands holding onto Duncan’s face, mouths seeming desperate for each other, the tension consistently building.

Y/N pulls away from Duncan, causing him to pause a second as Y/N grabs the bottom of her shirt and arches her back a bit as she pulls up, removing the article of clothing and tossing it to the side. She grabs Duncan’s face once more, kissing him again, smirking against his mouth as he groans against her lips and feels the hardness of his cock brushing against her between her thighs.

Duncan pulls away from her lips as he begins to kiss down her body, the stubble on his face brushing against the exposed parts of her skin. He takes his time cherishing her, letting the tension and anticipation build, though there’s a rushed excitement to it at the same time.

The two hadn’t sex or done anything physically intimate together aside from kissing since beginning to date a few months ago. It wasn’t like they planned for a certain time, or wanted to hold off for certain reasons. They just wanted it to happen naturally. But they had also been so focused on spending time together, falling so fast in love, they just hadn’t had a chance to be intimate and physical with one another as they’ve been happy with getting to know one another first.

But by this point, the sexual tension and yearning to finally be together in this way was overpowering, causing the heat of the moment to rise fast.

Duncan’s fingers hook into the sides of Y/N’s underwear as he kisses down her body, kissing just below her navel as he begins to pull the fabric down her legs.

He pulls her underwear off, eyes glancing up at hers hungrily before he adjusts his body to rest between her bent knees and spreads her thighs. He hooks his arms under her legs, lips kissing below her navel again before kissing lower to her center.

But this makes Y/N fret a bit, looking down at him with an impassive expression as he kisses lower to her heat. “What are you doing,” Y/N asks as Duncan’s lips get lower, grabbing his attention from her lower body and causing him to stop and glance at her for a moment.

“What do you think I’m doing,” he grins, head lowering between her thighs. But Y/N scoots back just before anything can happen, causing Duncan’s arms to drop from her body, making him stop again and look up at her with raised eyes. “Did I do something wrong?” He asks concerned.

Y/N shakes her head nonchalantly. “No. Just, you don’t need to do that,” she says, her tone casual.

“Do.. what?” His eyes glance down and back up. “This?”

“Yeah. You don’t have to go down on me,” she clarifies nonchalantly. There was no shyness or embarrassment showing in her tone as she wasn’t nervous or scared or timid about Duncan eating her out.

Duncan laughs a bit. “Well, I really want to. Trust me.”

“Well, I don’t want you to,” Y/N states straight-forward but still relaxed and easy-going.

Duncan pauses a second. “Oh.” He crawls back up her body as he nods, resting against her gently. “Okay, that’s fine, sorry. You know we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” he assures.

“I mean, it’s not like I want to stop completely,” she starts. “I just don’t want you to do that,” she waves off. “Everything else is fine though,” Y/N smiles, leaning in to kiss Duncan again and to move forward with everything else.

But Duncan leans away, confused by her words. “Wait, what do you mean?” He narrows his eyes. “You just don’t want me to go down on you?”

“Uh, yeah,” she half-shrugs. “I don’t really like it,” she explains like it’s no big deal. “So, no need for you to do it.”

“Oh,” Duncan furrows his eyes. “Okay. That’s fine,” Duncan nods. “Do you mind me asking you why though?”

Y/N shrugs again, “Just not a fan of it. Whenever someone’s gone down on me before, it’s always boring to me and never gets me off, so.”

Duncan laughs a bit humorlessly. “Wait, what? No one’s ever gotten you off while going down on you,” Duncan widens his eyes in surprise.

Y/N shakes her head. “I’ve kind of given up on it. That’s why I don’t really care for anyone to do it. Everything else I’m okay with though,” she restates.

“So, if your partner was good at it, you’d be into it, right? Or?” Duncan asks.

“I mean, yeah, duh, of course I’d be into it then,” she laughs a bit. “But my past partners have never been that good at it, or maybe I’m just not that into oral,” she shrugs once more.

Duncan stays quiet, thinking for a minute, a million thoughts running through his mind as he processes and takes in Y/N’s words and explanations.

“What? What are you thinking?” Y/N asks, noticing the thinking expression on his face.

“Give me a chance,” Duncan says.

Y/N raises her eyes, caught off guard by his words. “What?”

“Give me ten seconds to go down on you,” Duncan grins. “If you hate it, you’re bored and feel nothing, I’ll stop and never do it again,” he states. “But if you do like it and you’re enjoying yourself, then I get to keep going until you cum,” he adds, smirking.

Though Y/N didn’t care enough for anyone to perform oral on her, Duncan's words still caused her stomach to drop, filling with an exhilaration and curiosity. Duncan was a great kisser, had soft, smooth and plump lips and was so confident in everything he did, which was a big part of this. But she still wasn’t sure, not feeling confident herself about Duncan actually making oral for her feel good. She’s tired of getting her hopes up with it and then being let down again.

“Just ten seconds,” he leans over, kissing her and then moving his body down to situate himself between her legs again, hooking his arms under her knees as he continues to look up at her, waiting for her answer.

“Duncan, I don’t know,” she sighs. “I don’t want you to feel any pressure or to be disappointed when it doesn’t happen.”

Duncan snorts, chuckling over her lack of confidence in him. “Just give me ten seconds, baby,” he smirks. “What’s the worst that will happen? Either you get an orgasm, or you get proven right and you can make fun of my ego.”

Y/N rolls her eyes.

“Trust me. Just one chance.”

Y/N groans, “Duncan. I would, but you’re gonna get your ego crushed.”

“Come on,” he grins. “Let me taste you, baby.”

Y/N exhales a deep breath, his words making her stomach clench a bit. A part of her was very interested. She always wished she could be someone to enjoy oral when it was performed on her, but it really was always boring and felt like nothing to her when it happened. Even with Duncan, who she was falling madly in love with, she knew it wouldn’t work. But if she let Duncan try, at least it would rest her curiosity. Also, it didn’t hurt to have such a handsome man between her legs. “Fine.”

“Yes,” Duncan cheers quietly with a smile and begins lowering his head between her thighs.

“But you better not feel bad when --” Y/N stops, gasping out, leaning her head back and closing her eyes as her back arches a bit. “Oh fuck,” she moans, forgetting what she was saying as she feels Duncan enclose his lips around her clit, sucking harshly around her. “Oh God, oh God,” she grips the sheets with one hand, her other hand grabbing Duncan’s hair.

Duncan expertly licks, sucks, laps and swirls his tongue and lips around her clit and folds, sending immense pleasure through Y/N’s core, pleasure she’d never felt in this way before through oral. Her legs tense around his head, beginning to shake as Y/N’s breathing increases.

Whenever someone had gone down on Y/N before, she always felt extremely bored and numb. She never felt anything, always having to tell the person to stop when nothing would work or feel good, or feel anything for that matter.

But Duncan was clearly different since her body was reacting so sensitively, so easily to his touches. Feeling his tongue, lips and mouth on her, pulling her in closer, the way his movements made her insides pull and contract, she couldn’t believe the way Duncan was making her feel.

He flicks his tongue over her clit fervently, licking through her folds and sucking harshly at her clit again, enclosing his lips around her. He keeps at a consistent pattern, only sucking harder and faster with each second, causing a build in Y/N to grow.

Suddenly, the coil deep inside her snaps and unhinges, pushing her over the edge as she cums. Her body jerks lightly and shakes as she cries out pleasurably, Duncan continuing to suck and lick at her clit and folds, making sure to savor every bit of her.

After, as Y/N calms down and her breathing slows, she feels in a daze, feeling relaxed, her body resting practically limp against the bed. Duncan grins to himself as he looks up at her, licking his lips to taste the last of her on him and crawls back up her body.

“So, what did I tell you,” Duncan teases, smirking.

“Shut up,” Y/N says playfully angry, jokingly upset at the fact that Duncan ultimately proved her wrong.

Duncan chuckles, getting off her and the bed. “That was barely a minute. Next time, try to last a bit longer so I can keep tasting you, okay baby?”

Y/N drops her mouth a bit, scoffing slightly, feeling slight embarrassment in her cheeks then.

“I’m gonna go get us some drinks. You get ready for round two,” he winks before leaving the bedroom.

Y/N rolls her eyes, but smiles, completely content and deciding maybe she likes oral after all as long as Duncan’s the one doing it.

Let me know what you think! All feedback is appreciated! Thank you for reading!! <3

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brooklinn13 · 3 years ago

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Their Darkest Secret pt.3

Dark!stepdad!Andy x reader, dark!stepbro!Michael x reader, dark!stepbro! Duncan x reader, dark!stepbro!Jim x reader

Summary: Your mom has been married to Andy for a while, Andy suggests that y’all move to Eden and you learn their deepest and darkest secret and you learn that your stepdad and stepbrothers are in a sex cult and you threaten to tell your mom and they tied you up and they ask you to join their sex cult. What happens if you don't join them?

Warning: angst, Drugs, Andy being possessive, Mention of smut, the reader is focused to do drugs, the reader being forced to join sex cult.

A/N: sorry it took me a long time to post part 3 I just lost motivation to write but I hope y’all enjoy this part. And I know it short I'm sorry but part 4 is going to be long. This part suck ass I'm sorry I lost motivation so bad.

Y/M/N~ your mom name

Tag list: @lavenderahs @ferndolan @kitty4860 @d3monslust

You have one month until you graduate from high school and you can't wait but the only thing is your moving away from your friends and your boyfriend. You didn't want to move away with your new family, Andy has been real possessive of you lately. He gets so mad when you hang out with your boyfriend, y'all would get into arguments all the time and andy would bring up that y'all had sex and he would tell your boyfriend that you cheating on him. At this point, Andy was just crazy and you tried to convince your mom to leave him but she doesn't listen because she is in love with him. You and Jim all was got invited to parties but you barely go to any because you weren't the party type. You decided to go to one with Jim, it wasn't bad at first when Jim was doing drugs. When you tried to stop him, he grabs your arm and focuses you to try it. You scream and kick to get him off but nothing works. After you sniff the crack you felt different everything around you didn't feel real at all. They left you on the couch. After 20 minutes of you laying on the couch, Jim came back with some weed, and he Forces you to smoke it all of it. You look at him with tears in your eyes telling him to stop but he didn't listen and pulled your hair and whisper in your ear.

“If you don't do what I say you're going to regret it.” the fear in your eyes so you did as he told you. When y'all got home you ran into your room and cried yourself to sleep. Andy has been acting different lately staying out late, not coming home in days. You ask your mom about it she said Andy got a new job. You were wondering what kind of job Andy got because lately, he keeps buying a lot of expensive things that y’all can’t afford. You didn’t question it at first until the boys started acting weird too. One night you got out of bed to get a glass of water, as you were walking down the stairs you hear voices coming from the kitchen. You recognize the voices it was Andy and the boys. You got curious to see what they were talking about, as you were listening you thought your heart has stopped. “Do you think y/n and y/m/n would find out about this whole thing?” said Jim.”No, they would never found out and we're moving in two weeks, and get ready boys because we are going to make a lot of money.” said Andy.” “Dad do you think y/n would join us or would we be selling her.” said Duncan. “I don't think she would join us son but don't be sad because you never know,” said Andy. “You think she would join our sex cult,” said Michael. You Became sick in your stomach listening to the conversation you had to put a stop to it. “I'm telling mom what y'all are doing,” you said.

They all turn around looking at you with a smile on their faces. “Oh really kitten, how about you just join us and no one gets hurt.” said andy. “NO, I'm telling mom now.” you try to run but Michael grabs your arm and pushes you towards andy. Andy grabs a chunk of your hair to keep you still.” listen here you ungrateful bitch, if you tell your mom or anyone you won't see your little boyfriend no more. Do you understand me?” said Andy. “I can call the cops.” said y/n. “Oh silly y/n don't you get it you can't call the cops because they are part of it too. Everyone you think you know is part of the cult all the higher-ups are part of it,” said Duncan. “Now you see there no way out of it, so if I was you I keep my mouth shut. Now go to bed we have work in the morning.” said Andy.

A/N: I'm sorry if it's short and I really don't like this part at all but I hope you like it.

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blakescoven · 5 years ago

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11 with Xavier 🥺 plz!

11. Telling them a dumb joke just to see their smile

A/N: cant believe I actually wrote something after MONTHS. This is trash I’m sorry :( and things got out of hand because it’s about 2k words oops, but thank you for the ask darling, I had fun🖤 (Despite my proofreading there might be grammar mistakes because of my italian illiterate ass, so please be nice)

Warnings: they’re ghosts here, but honestly just dumb jokes, fluff and a heated moment but if you blink you’ll miss it haha

It’s one of those mornings. One of those mornings when the sunlight peaks through the window waking you up. But why even bother sleeping when you’re dead? Well, call it a habit, call it boredom, call it not wanting to let go that crumb of routine which, as much as possible, allows you to keep holding on to whatever is the shred of humanity left within you; like a fading flame that, for some reason, is still burning. Or at least this is the only way to not dissociate from reality and preserve your sanity.

Based on the amount of light, it must be almost 9 am.

Before even opening your eyes, you already know that he isn’t there. It’s when you turn to the other side of the bed that you get the confirmation; he’s not beside you, just crumpled sheets cold to the touch.

It's one of those mornings you perfectly know where he went. As much as he may not want to admit it, Xavier is pretty predictable.

Halloween has just slipped by, and all of you however-reluctant-residents of Camp Redwood spent 24 hours of complete freedom from that hellmouth, that place which does nothing but constantly remind you of that life that none of the souls stuck there had the chance to live. 24 hours to do ‘whatever the hell you want’. On this occasion, you guys are used to split up and part from each other; it has become a sort of established practice not talking about what you did on those hours, a somewhat “private full-day experience” that you all have this silent agreement to not share.

But then there was Montana being Montana, who enthusiastically bragged about how many frat guys and girls she hooked up with and then mercilessly killed at those wild college gatherings, despite your well-known disappointment on killing innocent people in cold blood. But actually, you’re almost a hundred percent certain that she and Trevor annually spent that day together, doing crazy things and partying all night long. For the first few years, after becoming aware that all the trapped souls are somehow unbound from the invisible restraints and free to step outside the borders of the ‘slaughter camp’, acclimatizing to the evolution and changing of times has been particularly challenging.

You were the one of the gang that for years had used those 24 hours to find a way to set you spirits free from redwood, once and for all. You talked to mediums and psychics, charlatans, coming close to obsession; it has been Xavier who persuaded you to let go, begging to just give up.

“Xav, there must be a way out of this, a loophole…something that could release our souls and let us move on, I-”

“Babe stop, we tried hard enough, but that's just the way it is…and then at least there’s a bright side,” he claimed with a faint smile, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

“And what on earth can that be?” you sighed.

“We've got all eternity to be together.”

He’s always been your rock. A hotshot and a dork too, but still. You wouldn’t want anybody else by your side for the rest of your non-life.

So, from that moment, once a year, you and Xavier chose to make the most of your ‘day off’ going on dates, like normal couples do. For over three decades.

Then, as they say, the sun comes up and reality sets in.

And every time, without skipping a year, having to go back to the camp and dealing with that dreadful reality killed Xavier’s mood drastically. His aching heart led him to want to pass the day after in complete isolation, lost in his thoughts, grieving about what he has lost.

“I need to be alone for a while, Y/N” he used to mumble with a shrug, his usual confidence gone all at once, “This ‘let’s play humans’ thing was a mistake.”

And every single year you let him walk away, respecting what has now become a sort of ritual, of cathartic moment. Year after year seeing all those people living their lives, achieving their dreams, having a purpose, or just solely breathing was too much for Xavier. Realizing that he won’t ever have anything of this. For this reason, you always gave him space. But not today. You’ve always felt powerless; all you want is finding a way to let your boyfriend know that, as he had said decades ago, ‘it’s time to move on and accept your new reality’. No more sorrow. If there’s something you know is how to cheer up your favorite aerobics instructor.

On this November 1st of what should be 2020, Xavier is, as well as the last twenty years, sitting on the dock by the lake and staring off into space, surrounded by a disturbing silence.

“Boo” you seductively whispered in the shell of his ear, appearing out of nowhere kneeled behind him.

“Nice try,” he replies sarcastically, albeit his tone was rather emotionless, plain. “…but I can tell when you’re around.” He doesn’t even turn, totally unimpressed by your weak attempt of scaring him.

“Lame” you smirk, suddenly getting up, “Thought you could use some company, tough boy.”

You can’t see his face but you’re sure he is rolling his eyes now. He just sighs. Oh, and do you love his drama queen manners.

Without a real invitation to join him, you sit down again, this time right next to him, swinging your legs off the dock. You stare at the same direction he’s looking at, nervously tapping your fingers on the hard-wooden planks to the beat of an 80’s song.

“So,” you casually begin, though he seems pretty lost in his own thoughts, “Why don’t we skinny dip? I bet that could wash away that sad face.” you grin, biting your lip.

You’ve never been this cheeky before, but what’s wrong in testing the waters?! Honestly, you’re not even sure he is actually paying attention to what you’re saying; you feel almost lucky he acknowledged your presence. You sure as hell won’t budge or back off this time, you won’t indulge his annual pity party. This time you are more than determined to make your boyfriend feel better, even unleashing your secret anti-sadness weapon.

Evidently caught off guard from this unusual boldness, Xavier lifts his head and turns to you with a surprised look on his face, but frowning at the same time.

Damn it, how can he be so attractive even when he furrows his brows like that?

Right now, the glare of sunlight on the water is perfectly reflecting off his sharp features, and, in this one moment, it’s like everything else falls away, and it’s just the two of you. Nothing else matters but him. Just a few seconds and you’re positive you’re going to forget the reason why you are there in the first place.

It’s the soft sound of his voice that brings you back to reality.

“I’m not sad.”

You shoot him a spare-me-that-bullshit-glance, that doesn’t go unnoticed, since he immediately emphasizes what he said in an attempt to make it sound more convincing, a few octaves higher.

“I’m not sad, Y/N!”

Very well Xav, time to bring out the big guns then.

With what you think is the most serious and straight expression your face can make in that moment, you tenderly place a hand on this cheek, which results in his brows furrowing even more, as if he’s silently questioning your sudden change of demeanor. He’s already preparing to get your lecture when instead you come up with:

“Do you know why ghosts are terrible liars?”

With a combo of a dramatic pause and a poker face, you bite the inside of your cheek noting his confused and puzzled look, “You can see right through them.”

Xavier’s blue eyes suddenly widen, shocked by your brainless joke that you’re certain he wasn’t expecting. You remain silent and he looks at you with his mouth slightly open, completely speechless.

“No way, no no no,” his eyebrows raised even further, “You didn’t say what you’ve just said.” and despite his apparent grimace, he lets out a loud laugh he really can’t hold back.

“Any chance to unhear this cringe-worthy joke?”

“Oh stop, it wasn’t that bad.”

“Are you kidding me?” he dramatically snorts. Theatrical might be the right word to describe the way your boyfriend always reacts when he’s at a loss of words.

“If you were searching for a non-physical way to kill me, you just found it.” he puts a hand on his forehead.

“Then why are you laughing, blondie?” you tease him.

“Because you’re the worst comedian ever, baby.”

Yeah? A bulb glows on your head.

“I disagree. Now tell me, what do you call a ghost-comedian?”

“Don’t you dare.” he warns

“DEAD-FUNNY” you scream back, then bursting into laughter.

It starts as a chuckle, but soon Xavier can’t help but mirror your reaction, cracking up himself.

It’s a laughter that fills his lungs, so hard that it takes his breath away, loud yet so warm and pleasant. The lack of oxygen doesn’t matter. All the distress of the past few days melts; as long as you two stay together, the tension is relieved.

“Jeez, you’re lucky you’re the love of my life,” he lightly shakes his head, “...otherwise I would run away from you as fast as I can.” he lies, lightly bumping your shoulder.

Fixing quite unconsciously his signature bleached hair, always perfectly styled, has been his tic for ages. The first time you noticed it was when he nervously tried to divert attention from his blushing, finally bent on making a move on you. You two were friends, but head over the heels for each other.

He smiles at himself; even the thought alone of spending the eternity in that purgatory without you is inconceivable.

“Why don’t you write a book with all these bad jokes?!” he mocks you.

“Only with you as a ghostwriter!” and proud of your quick-but-cheap pun, you put on a massive shit-eating grin on your face.

“Are you fucking with me, Y/N?” Xavier smiles at you lovingly, pinching your side that he knows is a ticklish-weak-spot.

Your body twitches to escape his hold and push his hands away, but when you grab his wrists something shifts inside you. Are your eyes clouded with…is it lust? You’re not sure what it is, but you give him a little smirk, and, much to Xavier’s surprise, you straddle him placing your hands on his toned chest.

“Not yet, babe…unless it is what you want.”

“God Y/N, you suck at flirting” he claims but the groan that slips out means he can’t hide his arousal as much as he would.

“Teach me, then. Still got the moves?” you slightly shift, making sure to adjust your position with a slow grind against his half-boner. He hisses and lets out a little moan in response.

“Very well, but I think we should work on your flexibility first.”

What follows is a series of slow open-mouthed kisses on your jaw and love bites on his neck. You will never get tired of this, not even in a million years.

“Hey, Romeo and Ghouliet! Stop fucking your brains out and get over here…we have a sort of guest.” Chet screams from the lakeshore.

“We are not!” You both manage to say, reluctantly interrupting your heated kiss.

“I’m dead dears, not stupid.” the brunette winks.

Damn cockblocker.

“A guest?” Xavier questions, tilting his head and looking at you as if you know what Chet is talking about. You shrug and ask the athlete who this person is and what exactly they want.

“I think it’s about our…condition. Clairvoyance shit, I don’t know. Her name is Billie Dean Howard or something.” Chet explains, not sure either what all this is about.

Xavier is the first to get up, helping you do the same.

“Maybe she’s just a ghost-obsessed freak who wants to reopen the camp?!” you wonder out loud and tenderly link your hand with your boyfriend’s, ready to go.

“Yeah, maybe. But it wouldn’t be a bad idea, though.”

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ahs-requests · 5 years ago

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i saw this somewhere on Tumblr (i think it was a blurb) of Jim using your boobs as pillows and i need something that starts with that and leads to some light smut pLease

if anyone knows where this originated from pls comment so i can cred😌

Pairing: jim mason x fem!reader

Warnings: nsfw, dry humping, female masturbation, squirting, love confession.

WC: 1.1k

Jim laid on your chest after requesting you to remove your bra. He loved to use your unconfined boobs as his pillows whenever you two would sleep in his bed. His head rested on your chest as he scrolled through his phone screen, liking a few pictures on his social media pages. “Okay,” you grunted, “I think that’s enough now, you’re too heavy.”

He lifted up his head and looked up at you, his blue eyes were glossed over as he was coming down from his high. “But you’re so comfortable, babe,” he smiled. He leaned up and kissed you, deeply. He massaged his lips with yours, intently sucking on your kiss and tasting the vanilla lip balm you put on earlier. His kisses were slow and deep, Jim always savoured you.

He kissed your neck, your collarbone, then the small part of your chest that was exposed. You were wearing a thin pajama top that did a poor job of hiding what your naked chest looked like. Jim grabbed a hold onto your boob, squeezing it in his greedy hand and kissing where your nipple pointed through the fabric. “I’m sorry if I hurt you, baby,” he said sweetly.

His light blue eyes never left yours as he kissed you and made you squirm. His cold hands grabbed your tits through the dingy, nearly see-through, fabric and pushed them together. He peppered your boobs in kisses, wetting your shirt with each hasty peck. You moaned as he began sucking on your hard nipples through the shirt. He circled his tongue around the nubs and lightly tugged them with his teeth, coaxing a gasp out of you.

Jim got on top of you, threading one of his legs between yours as he continued licking up your clothed tits and sucking your nipples. You wished that there wasn’t a piece of cloth separating his contact, but he’s always been a tease with you. It’s crazy how many times he’s made you come without even undressing you.

He gripped your tits in his hands and began grinding his hips against you, his thigh rubbed against your sensitive clit. “Come on, Jimmy,” you cried. Your eyes begged him for more, but you’d never get used to his sexual torture.

He paused for a moment. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked, his thigh still pressed against your core. You could practically feel your heartbeat in your clit, you couldn’t get him to stop now. You shook your head no to him and he kneaded his thigh into your hot cunt again, completely wetting your shorts.

He climbed over you; his lips met yours with passion again. You sighed into his kiss as he continued rubbing against you. You could feel his cock getting stiffer by the minute through his board shorts and he accidentally let a few low groans slip from his lips.

Jim kept giving you open-mouthed kisses, using his tongue to play with yours and colliding your lips together to suffocate your moans. The two of you had to be quiet, you didn’t want anyone in the house to hear you.

He looked down at his leg that had been rubbing you out. You’ve left a streak of your slick on him and he groaned softly, connecting your lips together again. “You’re so fucking wet for me,” he whispered into your mouth, “that’s so hot.”

You smiled against his kiss and felt his hand start to travel down your body. It scraped over the wet shirt, down your exposed tummy, straight to your shorts. He rubbed your clit in circles over your shorts; he could feel how wet you made them from such short stimulation.

You sighed at the contact, slowly raising your hips and gyrating against his hand. You felt your pussy getting wetter by the second and the pulsing getting more intense with each tiny movement. You were so eager for more, springing your hips up and rubbing his hand over your throbbing cunt. He parted from your lips to look down and watch your desperation, watch how quickly he’s disheveled you just from a light touch. “Holy shit, baby,” he whispered.

You put your hand over Jim’s and pushed him into you even harder. Your drenched shorts nearly gave in, wedging between your folds and nearly exposing your bare cunt. His ocean eyes watched you give into your animal instincts and fuck yourself against his hand as if your life depended on it. He watched and he loved every second of it.

“I’m so close, Jimmy,” you whined. Your legs were trembling, eyes watering, and all your muscles clenched. You must’ve looked like a mess, but Jim seemed to adore you anyways.

“I know, baby,” he breathed. He rubbed his hand against you harder and faster, his other hand pushed some of your hair behind your ear. You couldn’t speak in a matter of seconds; Jim knew you too well. He knew exactly what to do to make you come. He leaned into your lips, giving a small kiss before parting and leaving you begging for more. “Come for me?” he whispered. “Come on, baby, I know you can.”

“Ngh, you’re so good,” you moaned. You bite your lip, holding back on screaming out his name. He saw your trepidation and leaned down to kiss you, drinking down the limitless moans pouring out of you.

His hand fucked you relentlessly, pacing over your ripened, swollen clit and not slowing until you give him the green light. You bit down on his lip, feeling the ecstasy start to take control of your body. Your breath got caught in your throat and you arched your back, keeping your desirous eyes on him as he completely liberated you.

Your pussy spasmed under his touch, every nerve twitched with each slight movement until your cunt spilled all over his bed. Your juices squirted and spritzed on his hand through the pathetic material that your shorts were made of. You finally let out a deep sigh and relaxed onto his bed. “Fuck, that was good,” you breathed, finally feeling utter serenity.

He kept his hand on your cunt, his other hand gently caressed your cheek as he propped himself over you again. “You’re such a dirty girl all for me,” he said quietly. You put your hand on the back of his neck and sat up slightly to kiss him again. You tried forcing your tongue into his mouth when he placed a hand on your chest and pushed you back onto the bed. “I fucking love you.”

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hecohansen31 · 5 years ago

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KINKTOBER (17: Breeding Kink)

Supreme! Michael+Hawthorne Headmast! Reader:

(If you are confused about this universe just read this).

Hey guys, I’ll put the keep reading when I am home! 💙 (Sorry! 😭)

SUMMARY: Michael’s desire for you is suddenly so unhibited and strange and you can’t help but wonder what has caused it... although you are not complaining about it

WARNINGS: Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Unprotected Sex, Breeding Kink/Creampie.

He had hounded you as a starving dog, looking for some food all day.

But you were still on work duty and hadn’t been able to follow his devious suggestions.

You had calmed his nervous state, promising to be his that night, and as soon as the lesson finished you had moved onto your shared suite in a little house linked to Hawthorne but far away enough not to have you students all up in your business.

You had lived in that little house long before you were wedded to the Supreme, but since you two were lawfully or unlawfully wedded, it seemed to warm and happy...

... still missing something, although neither you and Michael had pressured each other for that.

You lived in a blissfull peace for long, only you two and were beyond than happy with that.

When you had arrived, Michael hadn’t been home, since he might have thought about carrying some business over at Robinchaux, meanwhile he waited for you.

You had taken the chance for a nice relaxing bath, completely diving under the water, exiting it only as the water water had become cold and you had found yourself to be too lazy to warm it up again.

Then you took care of your body with lotions and perfume, slipping into an elegant lacey nightgown, black as the night waiting outside which you stared into, wondering what was happening outside to keep your lover away from you.

It couldn’t help but be more ironic: you had avoided him all day, just to miss him by night.

What a fickle thing was love...

Strong arms enveloped you in a warm hug, almost surprising you, meanwhile you adjusted yourself to the warmth, almost grateful for it.

“Hello, beloved, haven’t you missed me?” he asked softly in your ear, before biting it gently, making you moan softly your answer which was a clear and playful “no”.

You escaped his grip elegantly, turning to face him, smirking lightly and finding a dark need in your lover’s face, something that brought your core to sing, meanwhile you did your best not to let it affect you too much, wanting to tease Michael more.

“... oh what lies does your mouth spin” chastised you the Supreme, meanwhile he chased you around the bed, finally catching up to you and throwing you onto the bed.

And there that dark and aroused stare chaned, becoming devilish famished.

“What has happened to you, lover?” you asked softly, grabbing his face to make him stare up at you, enamoured with those pretty azure eyes, which had grown a shade darker due to anger and arousal.

Michael didn’t answer immediately, pushing up your nightgown up to reveal your naked stomach and your raised breasts, standing at attention, which he licked throughly, biting down on them to leave a light mark, before he started suckling them softly, gaining a few good screams from you and your totally loss of memory about your own question.

And when he answered it seemed nothing more than an hungry man answer, showing you his teeth.

“You are fertile”.

It all hit you up in that moment: a month ago you had gone off the pill, since you and Michael had both talked about a possible baby, but you hadn’t been able to try much, mostly using the motto “if it happens, it happens”.

You hadn’t thought that it would have such an effect on Michael, who had moved onto pushing your panties down your legs, revealing your already wet sex, shining even more due to indeed your fertile window.

He seemed like a starving man being put in front of food for the first time since for ever.

“... and you denied me for all the day, you evil creature” he mumbled, almost whining pathetically, then any moan of displeasure was soothed by him diving his plump lips onto your heat, effectively tasting you and bringing pleasure to your deepest core.

He continued his lapping till he had enough and all his face was full of your juices, a true erotic sight, and solliciting other wetness between your legs, which he collected, just to rub it onto his manhood.

He had just pulled it out from his pants, due to his aching desire, and had gently but with firmeness settled you up comfortably onto your back, spreading your legs and the mess between them, something which brought red onto your cheeks.

He pushed himself into you quickly making you howl for the surprise, and he pushed himself flush onto you, as if he wanted to make you two, one, what would probably happen soon, that night.

You reached onto his hair, pulling on them to smash even closer your lips, to become even further a single being and your kegs blocked themselves behind his ass, pushing him further into you, till he hit your cervix.

“... you are always so fucking tight, wet and warm” he mumbled, into your ear, which he licked softly “I really hope my seed will be able to take its seat into you”.

“Michael, please” you pleaded, as his hips pounded into you, almost as a savage beast, not stopping till he fucking knotted you.

“Are you begging for my cock or my seed?” he taunted you, stopping the violent thrusts for a slower rhythm, making you feel each inch of his manhood, making you feel completely the way he fillled you and the way he was already leaking in you, leaving a slight slickness between your trembling legs.

“Both, damn, both” you chanted, totally lost on the pleasure hooked onto it, and feeling yourself lose your sanity due to the sudden slow rhythm that had brought you onto the verge of madness, not letting you tumble in your own pleasure.

“Will you make me a father, sweetheart?” his tone was sickengly sweet and it didn’t stop you from smiling lightly at the promise of that future.

“Yes, Michael, a million times, yes” and he gently brought your hand to kiss it tenderly, before his thrusts went back to that animalistic rush that brought you to feel a simple bitch in heat, searching the end of that rushed pleasure.

“... then take everything I give you, my beauty” he muttered, pushing himself to hit that special spot inside her, his hands fisting roughly the sheet, till his knuckles went white and his hips moved erratically.

Sweat fell onto your shoulders and you tried your best to reach over, to push him with you.

And you did, with a moan of your rosy lips and a smile.

“Fill me up and make me a mommy” you mumbled in his ear, meanwhile he lost himself in you, coating your sensitive walls with his own cum and falling onto you, still hard inside you.

“Do you think we have made it?” you giggled turning yourself around, and bringing yourself with him, standing atop of him, excited of your conjoined bodies and your joint fluids, mixing together inside of yourself.

“I do think so, my love” he kissed your forehead, before he brought you again under him with a shriek “... but I do think that another round will give us even more chances of success”.

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lovelykhaleesiii · 5 years ago

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I Loved & I Lost (Part 4)

Pairing: Duncan Shepherd x fem!Reader

Words: 1k

Summary: It was just a sudden mistake, that had far greater consequences. It was her name that started it all…

Warnings: cheating, fluff, hint of smut, short time jump.

A/N - FINAL CHAPTER I APOLOGISE TO EVERYONE (if anyone) STILL WAITED FOR THIS! LOVE YOU ALL SO VERY MUCH FOR BEING SO PATIENT! I'm really sorry if this was the shittest ending, I really have lost my touch...

PARTS - 1 2 3

It had been a while since you’d last contacted Duncan nor did he contact you. The last message you’d ever received was a simple text reading “I’m waiting…”

And so you kept him at it.

It ate you from the inside, this raw feeling of your thoughts clashing against each other. A part of you thought there’d be hope, desperately convincing yourself that you’d be able to forgive Duncan and get past this whole misunderstanding. But there was an underlying opposition. The other conflicting part of you wanted nothing more than to rid yourself of Duncan and his scandalous mind. Who in their right mind fucks their girlfriend senseless, only to moan the name of his ex? It was ridiculous.

Nevertheless, you’d realised throughout this ordeal the one thing that remained constant… You’d still loved Duncan.

Before this entire ordeal, you’d reminisced your time with Duncan, from missing the moments in which you’d both meet for a coffee run, from visiting him at the office, to sex quite literally anywhere possible. The intimacy with Duncan you craved, and essentially that was what overcame you. With Duncan’s many attempts beforehand of trying to “win” you back, you sensed he was genuinely apologetic and that he was desperate for things to go back to how they were.

“I’ve made up my mind , Dunc… I’ll swing by your office tomorrow morning.”

And the text had been sent: letting go of the breath that you’d been holding as you wrote the text, exhaled through your body in relief, and now the wait had begun on your part.

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It was a long nigh and an even longer morning, and yet you’d managed with solid resilience.

With each closing step through the halls and corridors of the building heading straight for Duncan’s office, left you feeling more anxious than the passing second. Having finally reached his door, entering through even without preparing yourself, you felt the prideful urge to get it over with.

“Y/N, baby-”

Duncan immediately laid his phone on the desk having just excused himself from a phone , the moment you’d stepped in.

“Oh, baby, how I’ve missed you-”

You could distinguish there was no lie in his words. He looked absolutely exhausted, it must have been the long, silent wait you’d kept him stranded in, not wanting to annoy you any more, fearful of distancing you away even more. And yet, the moment you’d walked through those doors, the familiar, sweet perfume scent wafting through the air, he couldn’t resist. He’d stormed over towards you, needy for a hug, and yet instinctively you stepped back. Instantly, he held himself a split second before he’d lunged his body over you, not wanting to upset you anymore.

“S-So, I’d ask how you’ve been, but I can already assume the worst. Is there anything I can get you? Some coffee, water, tea?”

“No, no, nothing Dunc. I just want to talk. I know I’ve kept you waiting long enough, but I need you to know just how much this has taken a toll on me, as it had with you.”

You could see the fear growing in his tired eyes: as if something had flashed before them, only to establish more fear in his mind.

As you’d both silently sat yourselves down, Duncan sitting beside you, not at his main chair behind his large, neat desk: he wanted to be as close as possible though respecting your boundary, hoping he’d at least share a few moments of intimacy even if it be his last. Between these long days of waiting, not only had he grown knackered, although also impatient for the news, for your final decision.

“Dunc, what you did hurt me deeply, and by now I hope you’ve realised that… I would have never expected such a thing from you, and yet here we are. But regardless, I still love you. I still wish to be with, in simple words, I still want you. Although I must warn you, it won’t exactly be easy for me to adjust back into how things were before. I need you to be truthful with me, Dunc, about everything, just as I have been with you. I need you to tell me you’re having lunch with your ex, or that you’re work partners. I need to know these things Dunc. And I trust that you’ll control yourself. I trust that you wouldn’t ever intentionally hurt me, Dunc.”

“Y/N, I promise-”

Grasping your hand firmly in his, lifting them up directly up to his lips, the kiss he’d been yearning for had finally come. And it was relieving for you, refreshing almost, as you’d been staved of Duncan’s sweet affection.

“Dunc, I need more than just your words. I need to see these changes, I need to see that what you’re saying is true. I want to meet her, and I want her to know for a fact, that she’s history. Think of me as a bitch all you like, but these are my expectations…”

“Of course, Y/N. She knows about you, I wouldn’t shut up when we’d met. But I’m more than happy to do and say as you please. I deserve this.”

“And so you do, Duncan Shepherd-” You sneered: God it felt good to feel just that fibre of peace.

“Might I add, babe… You sure are a major turn on, when you act all bitchy.” Duncan uttered, his eyes lusting over you, craving for every inch of you, as he slowly stood from his seat, taking a step closer towards you, as his hands lifted you from yours… You were certain you’d witnessed him licking his lips, as if he’d been starving.

“I’d say sex in the office would be too early, but I can see someone’s absolutely famished! Guess there’s no stopping you, huh?”

“You couldn’t stop me even if you tried with all your might, baby…I’m going to remind you for certain, just how much I love you, Y/N.”

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emmyrosee · 5 years ago

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Pussy spanking is in my top 5 kinks and you RUINED ME and I need Duncan to get all soft while giving you aftercare like letting you wrap your arms around his neck while sobbing and muttering little sorry’s and he hugs you close 🥺🥺🥺

Big on punishment but big on aftercare is everything🥺💕

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“Alright Axel,” Duncan says over your loud sniffling. “That’s enough.”

As soon as the words passed Duncan’s lips, Axel lets go of your legs, allowing you to curl on yourself. Your sobs practically shook the house, neither of the men moving as you cried.

Everything felt fuzzy. Your vision was distorted through the tears, your overheating body laid limply as your thighs pressed to your now bruising pussy. Your spinning head made you feel like you were about to vomit, and trying to breathe through your nose only caused snot to spew from your swollen, tear stained face.

“What can I do, little momma?” Axel whispers. His hand laid on your thigh, but pulls it away when you flinched. “What can we do?”

“W....wa-water,” you say hoarsely. “Please.”

Axel nods and scrambles to the kitchen, leaving you and Duncan alone.

Duncan sighs and sits on the edge, “you are absolutely in-fucking-credible, you know that?” You barely move, blinking wildly. He gently blows cool air on your face, trying to regulate your temperature. You relish in the cool air, and despite the delicious pain, you inch towards Duncan. He smiles softly and eases you to sit up in his arms, holding you close as he kisses your temple. “My sweetie girl... so good for me. You are so perfect.”

“‘M sorry I made you so mad,” you whimper. He shushes you quietly, “no no, baby. I’m not mad anymore. I’m all done being mad. Just let Axel and I take care of you, okay?”

You nod, mewling sleepily as Axel comes back into the room. “Okay, I got a bottle of water, a fruit cup and some aloe for ya, sweet pea,” he announces, sitting at your legs. Slowly, he unclamps them, gritting his teeth as you winced. “I know... I’m sorry.” He uncaps the aloe and gently lays some in his hand, massaging it into your inflamed skin.

You cry out at the pressure, bringing your knees up. He bushes you and flattens your leg. “It’s okay baby,” Duncan whispers. “We got you, Axel’s got you, he’s gonna make it better, okay?”

You nod against his arms, finally fluttering your eyes shut as the gel becomes soothing.

Axel smiles up at you, “that’s it, baby. We got you.”

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duncvns · 6 years ago

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Masterlist

Titles with ~ are 18+ material. Read at your own risk

One-Shots ( > than 2k words)

~Mr. Langdon

~The Blood Ritual

~Identity Stricken

-Some Unholy War

-Untitled Fic Teaser

~Darling, Your Hands

Nothing Like Normal (series)

-Nothing Like Normal part 1

-Nothing Like Normal part 2

Drabbles

-Michael sleeping with his hand around your throat

~Michael teasing virgin!reader during an interview

~Michael ordering you to undress and making fun of you during an interview

~Michael with a tongue piercing

-Summoning demon!michael

Blurbs-

~Older!Michael taking your virginity

~Sub!Michael begging (watersports)

Headcanons-

-Being in a DDLG relationship with Michael

- Michael as a dad

One-Shots (2k words or more)

~A Pleasure, Ms. Underwood

~Attention

~Beautiful Stranger

~The Morning After

~Good Boys Don’t Beg

Numb Like Novavane (series)

~Numb Like Novacane

~Numb Like Novacane (part 2)

~Numb Like Novacane (part 3)

Chapter (series)

- chapter 74

Palace (series)

-palace.

-palace, 2

Drabbles (< than 1k words)

-Older!Duncan helping you sleep

-Duncan accidentally telling you that he loves you

-Older!Duncan caught cheating on you

-Older!Duncan caught cheating on you part 2

~Werewolf!Duncan during rut

-Getting older!duncan angry at work

-Running into dad!duncan as a lifeguard at a pool pt 1

Headcanons

-Being in a DDLG relationship with Duncan

-Duncan reacting to his little regressing in public

-Older!Duncan headcanons

older!duncan blurbs (< than 600 words)

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16

Headcanons

~Jim taking your virginity headcanons

Drabbles (< than 1k words)

~Dark!Xavier making you beg

-Xavier comforting you after a bad dream

~Xavier showing you off in Slimmersize class

-Skinny dipping with Xavier

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junglejimmason · 6 years ago

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The Devil Wears Red Latex Gloves

Pairing: Michael Langdon x fem!Reader

Warning: Oral sex (male receiving for the first time)

You were the personal assistant of the devil, more specifically, the Antichrist.

You didn’t know why Michael Langdon had chose you from all of the assistants working here, at Kineros Robotics—maybe because you were a satanist too—but he did. You didn’t know much about Michael, neither. Just that he was intimidating, charismatic, enigmatic and painfully beautiful.

The fact that he wasn’t talking to you except for giving you some work to do wasn’t helping and it was frustating the hell out of you. You needed to know about him, anything to feed your curiosity.

Michael Langdon was your dark Lord. He owned you just because you had sold your soul to his father a long time ago and you felt like you had to know him. But you had to be cautious with Michael, because you didn’t want to end up in ashes just like Cindy, poor girl.

To your surprise, only after a few weeks of attempts to make Michael appreciated you by endless monologues and your sweet attitude, he started to open up to you and you felt way more comfortable around him since then. Because at the end of the day, Michael was nothing more than a young man with too much responsibilities at his take.

You would say stupid jokes and he would tried to hide his smile but failed, every time. Michael would subtly undressed you with his eyes and you could feel your heart speed up and your skin getting hotter, every time.

You didn’t know why or when it happened but you knew Michael liked you and you were more than thrilled about it because you liked him too, obviously. But Michael was absolutely not acting on it and at some point your were asking yourself if you didn’t imagined it all and that the Antichrist wasn’t actually lusting after you just like you were desperately lusting after him. Unrequited lust.

But one day you discovered how wrong you were.

You were at his desk, editing some files on the laptop for Michael and he was very close to you. At some point he told you how nice you smelt and when you turned your head—taken aback by his compliment—to look at him, you finally understood. Michael was blushing and unable to look you in the eyes.

The spawn of Satan was intimided by you like a young boy who never had experimented anything in his life. And it’s when it all made sense to you. Michael had never experimented anything in his life, anything sexual anyway, and that’s why he didn’t tried something sooner.

You were questioning yourself on how it was possible for this perfect creature to still be untouched. Michael was smelling like sex and destruction and looked like a literal God.

Everybody craved him.

And this was when you came to the conclusion that you needed to do something about it. You needed to show him how it was and how good it felt. To be the first to ever touch him, your lord.

So here you were now, in Michael’s office, asking him for the last time today, "do you need anything before I go home, Mr. Langdon?"

He looked at you from his desk with tired eyes, "no thank you y/n, I will see you tomorrow."

"You are sure? Because you really look like someone who needs coffee." you insisted with what you hoped was a cute smile.

He smiled back at you, "positive. Now if you please excuse me I—

"what about a back rub?" you interrupted him.

"A back rub? Really?" he said a little bit suspicious but no less amused.

"Yes." you answered, "you look tense and I’m your assistant so I have to make you feel better." you were now slowly approaching Michael, looking him up and down with a sexy little grin. "I mean, isn’t what’s supposed to do a good assistant? Taking care of her boss?" you shifted his chair so he was now facing you.

"Well, when you put it that way..." Michael started, he then stops you with his hands on your hips "but I’m not sure this is a good idea. You really should go home, y/n."

You looked down at him and you could say Michael was trying hard not to look at your lips. But he finally did, you smiled and leaned towards him, enough to feel his breath on your face.

"Don’t tell me you are scared?" you teased him.

Michael chuckled and suddenly, grabbed you by one of your arms and pulled you into his lap.

"I’m not scared of anything, you should know that by now." he told you with a wicked smile.

"Should I? you teased him yet again and he nodded, still wearing that damned smile, "then show me." you breathly asked, your lips ghosting on his owns.

Michael finally claimed your lips, tasting you for the first time and you moaned at the feeling. You put your legs around him and when you felt his tongue dancing around yours you started rubbing yourself on Michael’s crotch.

You heard him whimpers so you grinded harder on him and he rewarded you with a loud moan but you kissed away the sound of his pleasure. You could think about nothing but Michael right now, all your senses, guided only by him.

But then his hands stopped the mouvements of your hips and you no longer felt Michael’s lips on yours.

"What’s wrong?", you asked, concerned.

Michael looked up at you and you could sense him struggling with himself.

So you pecked him and gave him a smile, a conforting one. "Tell me, Michael, what’s the matter?"

He sighed and looked down at his lap. "It’s just that I...I’ve never—you know..." he then looked back at you, watching closely your reaction.

You smirked and slowly kissed him again. Michael was really the cutest person you have ever met and you were right all along. He was a virgin.

"It’s alright, Michael." you reassured him between kisses, "you don’t have to do anything," you were now kissing his jawline, "let me show you, please." and you bited his earlobe.

Michael groaned at the sensation and pulled you harder against his crotch.

"You want me to take care of you?" you asked him, panting in his neck between love bites.

"Fuck, yes, y/n." Michael moaned, still rubbing you against him but you stopped him and you heard him whined so you shushed him with a languorous kiss.

It was insane how much Michael was actually touch starved but you didn’t complain at all. In fact you were turned on so much more by it, you could feel the wetness between your legs.

You got up from Michael’s lap and you knelt down before him. With one hand, you rubbed his clothed crotch and gave him your kinkest smile. He smiled back and in that very moment you knew you would give Michael Langdon everything he wanted if he just asked you.

So you unzipped his fly and put his pants down. Then you took care of his boxer and revealed his prominent member, you could’nt help but think how Michael had the prettiest and biggest cock your ever saw.

You scolded yourself internally for thinking like a schoolgirl and when you looked up at Michael, you saw him smirks at you as if he had heard you and you firmly believed that he someway, somehow had.

Still looking deeply in Michael’s eyes, you took him in your hand and started pumping him. Then you licked the tip of his cock and smiled at him when you sensed him shudders. You took him slowly in your mouth and started sucking him, bobbing your head back and forth. Over and over again, pumping Michael’s cock at the same time, your hands in sync with your mouth. You tried to take him as far as you could and Michael’s sexy moans were echoing in your ears. His red latex hand on your head, stroking your hair.

You could tell that Michael was close so you pumped him faster and took him deeper, gagging when it was too much to take but still doing your best and he grunted when you started to play with his balls.

"Damn, y/n, it feels good, so good," a breathless Michael sang, strongly gripping your hair.

You moaned around his cock and Michael tried to push you away but you kept going, resisting him.

"Y/n, please, I’m going to—fuck," he cried out.

You took him out of your mouth—a bit of saliva flowing from it—and told him with mischief in your eyes, "I know, baby and I want you to cum in my mouth." Michael breathed a almost inaudible "you sure?" and then hissed when you took him back in your mouth. A few more seconds of sucking and he was coming, deep in your throat. You could feel Michael’s heat when you swallowed him and you could have swear he tasted delicious.

Then you were standing up, you styled your messy hair and looked over at Michael. When you saw him watching you breathless and with fascination, you sat again on his lap and leaned over to kiss him. When your lips separed, you looked in his beautiful blue eyes and you smiled. "You're okay?"

Michael nodded, "better than okay." He put his hands around your waist and smirked at you. "Now I know what’s the big deal about carnal pleasure."

He then started to chuckles but you stopped him with a finger on his lips.

"Babe, you have so much more to know about carnal pleasure, trust me, it was just the beggining." and you kissed Michael’s smile away.

Notes: English isn’t my first language so please, excuse any mistakes.

Thanks for reading me and I really hope you enjoyed it. 😘

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casikototmblr · 4 years ago

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Corrupted Lies - Part 1.

Summary: Reader attends their father's funeral before being revealed in the will reading that the family business has been left in their name.

A/N: So here it is, my new Duncan Shepherd series! Hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! :) Y/f/n = your first name, y/l/n = your last name.

Warning: mentions of family members’ death, funerals.

Word count:1.742.

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Y/N, daughter to an eccentric businessman and millionaire, is left to pick up the pieces after your father’s untimely death. You later learn about what and more importantly who your father was as you put the puzzle together. You didn’t just inherit fame and fortune, you also inherited your father’s dark secrets and enemies.

Your father has been dead now for over two weeks, and you still remember the phone call that you had to endure from the hospital, but something just didn't sit right. According to the doctors, he died of natural causes - a heart attack they stated - but he was fit and healthy. It just didn't make any sense to you.

You looked intensely at the reflection that peered back at you in the blacked-out windows of the limo. It was a reflection you no longer remembered anymore as your eyes shot to and fro different peculiarities on your small body and face. The intense purple bags under your eyes that were previously home to refreshed and reinvigorated eyes were now replaced by harsh, glazed ones, your once fresh face was now faded - your father's death was the cause of this physical change, and today was his funeral.

Ever since you learned about your father's death, you just knew something wasn't right; you didn't know what precisely but you were going to find out what, even if it killed you.

The limo abruptly pulled to a stop. Instants after the car pulled to a standstill, the long door on your side was opened quickly. You gradually pivoted your body around and plucked up enough strength and courage to step out of the low-seated car.

"Come on, y/n. I can't be waiting all day." Your step-mother barked sharply. You gawked at the woman, her rough palms planted powerfully on her hips as her black, straw-like locks stimulated the underside of her forearm as her piercing ocean blue orbs peered straight into your distant ones.

Of course, she can't wait - she's been dying to get her hands on my father's money since the day they met.

You accompanied the small gathering of people into the rustic, petite chapel as you walked through the foyer of the chapel to reveal lines upon lines of neatly rowed wooden pews, all of the same corresponding colour and size. At the end of the pews was a towering stained-glass window full of distinctive colours and patterns. The light rays gleamed gracefully through the unusual colours projecting them onto the floor; almost forcing them to blend into each other.

As you made your way to the front of the church, you noticed your father's casket; your eyes teared up even more as they now threatened to overspill. It was as beautiful as caskets go; it was a dark shade of wood, lined with a gold trim that streamed around the entire casket. This casket was picked specifically by him since your father took it upon himself to plan his funeral; this was a result of the shock of your mother's death and the unpreparedness that followed it, your father didn't want you to relive that again so he took it upon himself to arrange everything so it would be a quick and easy process for you and the people he would be leaving behind so you weren't lingering on his death longer than what you needed to.

As the surreal service started slowly, your mind raced in thought as you gazed in speculation about who would take over the family business; you were far too young to even run a small business, let alone an influential company like your father's but you did have the most experience when compared to your step-mother and several cousins. There was a possible but rather-slim chance that your father left his company in the will down to you, but that seemed rather unlikely the more you speculated it.

The service soon quickly ended and your father's casket was swiftly taken away by a group of underbearers for cremation. You rose from the harsh, cracked surface of the stiff wooden pew before you followed your cousins and other family members out of the little, minimalistic chapel whilst you fumbled around with the ruffled hem of the black lace dress you wore as you dwelled deeper and deeper into thought.

You were suddenly brought back to reality and back to the present as you crashed into the strong back of a tall person - that you could have sworn wasn't there before.

"Oh my god...I'm so sorry." You spoke softly as the person in front of you turned around whilst the palm of your small hand found its way to your forehead in the sheer embarrassment of what you just did.

"Oh don't be, It's okay." The kind person uttered back to you as their rough eyes met with your raw, glazed ones. You ungrasped the hem of your dress before you snaked your hands behind your back.

"I'm Duncan." The man spoke softly to you as your eyes darted to and fro features that stood out to you; his copper-coloured curls that were pushed to the side ever so slightly, his sharp blue eyes that looked deep into your soul and the small markings of stubble that were dashed along his defined jawline.

"Nice to meet you, Duncan...I'm y/n." You replied in the same tone as you noticed Duncan's free hand which was now placed in front of you. You grasped his large, rough hand in yours and shook it as firm as you could.

"I should go...I have the will reading to go to next." You declared to Duncan as he nodded slowly whilst you pulled your hand away from his.

"Of course. Have a nice day." Duncan replied fondly as you turned around and began walking in the same direction as before. You hurried down the stone path to the black, low limousine that was parked at the end.

As you lowered yourself into the warm limousine, you noticed your step-mother in the seat opposite yours as she shot you a mean look before she began to speak.

"Who was that?" Your step-mother croaked as you adjusted the black-laced dress before you gathered your weak arms across your chest.

"Duncan." You responded harshly to her question as you gazed out of the blacked window, watching the busy world outside. The relationship you had with your step-mother was a toxic and degrading relationship, which was ironic considering the lack of interactions you two had daily. You barely knew each other well enough to even make a decent impression of yourselves; but that was the way it was going to stay since you wanted nothing to do with the repulsive person and now you were stuck with her, whether you wanted to be or not.

"Duncan who?" She croaked again as she folded her arms firmly.

"I don't know! I never got his last name!" You snapped harshly at the woman as you diverted your eyeline from the world outside to the obnoxious woman who sat in front of you. "It's my father's funeral, today isn't the day to find a new boy toy..." You appended sharply at the shocked woman as the car came to a halt which jerked both you and your step-mother. Once you realised you were home, you rose from the plush seat of the limo immediately and opened the door for yourself to get away from the still-shocked woman as quickly as possible.

TIME SKIP - 30 MINUTES.

You readjusted the material of your dress as you watched on, your step-mother paced the large, brightly-lit room anxiously, desperate to find out what was left in the will for her whereas you weren't all that bothered; you didn't have high hopes at all, you knew it was either going to be shared amongst your cousins, or it would all go to your step-mother. Maybe there'd be a small amount of money left in your name, but that would be all.

"In the event of my death, I leave my estate, money and business to my..." The lawyer declared as he read from the handwritten letter before he stopped, his eyes widened as he glanced at the name that followed.

"Well?! Who inherits it all?!" Your step-mother exclaimed excitedly as she clasped her thin hands together whilst you rolled your eyes at her child-like attitude.

"My daughter, y/f/n y/l/n..." The lawyer stated as he glanced over at you. "He's left everything to you. I'll have the money and estate sorted out for you by tomorrow but the business is actively already yours." He continued as he stood up before he passed the letter over to you.

"That's wrong, that is completely wrong. D-Do you have the right letter?!" Your step-mother declared as her voice wavered before she swiped the handwritten letter straight from your small hands as she desperately read through the letter. A huge smile began breaking out on your face as you watched the woman became more and more frustrated as the seconds passed. You watched on as she threw the letter to the floor of the room before she stormed off down the hallway of the mansion, her heels clicked on the dark wooden floor of the house as she retreated further and further away from the living room where you were sat.

You had everything and more than you expected to even inherit from your father. Your father's multi-million dollar company, his money as well as his entire estate. These things granted you power over your step-mother, you had everything she wanted so desperately; you could make her beg for the smallest drop of your father's money if you wanted to, or even kick her out and force her to go elsewhere - somewhere far away from you preferably - or you could let her live there under your terms and conditions. The possibilities were endless...and my, you were going to have a fun time deciding.

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shenevertricks1831 · 5 years ago

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GET OUT part 2

*Author Note- Alright I did a part 2 to Get Out. These have been the first times my works have been shared and like on Tumblr and I can't thank you all enough for the likes and reblogs. If you like this part as well please like it and reblog and please, please, PLEASE send me some requests for short Imagines, Blurbs, or headcanons so I can get some inspo so I can keep on trying my hand at this. I love you all, thank you again!!

"Y/N, please. Please just talk to him. Meet with him once, that's all I'm asking." You had been on the phone with Annette for nearly 30 minutes listening Duncan's 'mother' beg for you to acknowledge him. "He's been a mess for 3 weeks now. He rarely eats, he refuses to leave the house, he works all day but will only work from home. I'm not even sure how much he's sleeping, I lay in bed at night and all I can hear is him crying down the hall."

As much as it pained you to admit, hearing that Duncan was crying over you brought you both a sense of satisfaction and almost broke your heart at the same time. After ignoring every attempt he had made for the last 3 weeks were you really considering giving him a chance? He hurt you in a way no one had before, but you did miss him. Hell you love him, loved him? Love him? You weren't sure exactly. But whether you still loved him or not he was the father of your unborn child, and sooner then later you would have to discuss everything with him.

"Fine Annette," you swallowed your pride, "tell Duncan to meet me at the penthouse for dinner at 6 o'clock, any later and I won't answer the door." Once you spoke you promptly hung up before Annette even had a chance to respond; the last thing you needed was her protesting or trying to set her own arrangements. The next thing you knew your phone chimes with an incoming text.

Duncan: "Thank you."

You set your phone on the coffee table and when to begin dinner.

The doorbell rang and you checked the clock, he was early. Duncan Shepherd, the man who was always 'fashionably late' was almost 15 minutes early. Maybe this was important to him. You pulled open the door and were honest shocked by what greeted you. There stood Duncan looking the most timid you'd even seen him, and holding an arm full of gifts.

"H-hi Y/N," he sounded like a nervous teenager going on their first date, "I uhm, I brought you some stuff." You silently nodded and welcomed him inside. Duncan went to the kitchen table to unload his arms. He blushed slightly when he saw his favorite meal sitting on the table waiting. He cheated on you, and then you make his favorite dinner when you finally agree to meet. You were to good for him, he thought, he did not deserve you; that or you were going to attempt to poison him. "I uhm brought you flowers," he thrust a bouquet of *your favorite flowers* toward you, "I know these are your favorite. And then I brought some sparkling cider since you can't drink; and theres two pints of raspberry sorbet since I know how much you've been craving that." Duncan folded his hands and looked down ashamed, maybe he'd never be able to look her in the eye again.

"Thank you Duncan, and thank you for coming. Now please lets eat before the dinner gets cold." You sat in your seat began to open the cider, pouring yourself a glass before you began eating. "We can discuss everything after dinner." Duncan nodded then took his seat across from her. He looked at her slowly eating before he began to eat as well. He regretted everything.

You both sat on the couch, each on separate ends, Duncan waiting for you to speak. He was trying to prepare himself for the worst while hoping for the best.

"I'm sorry!" Duncan blurted out before he could stop himself. Y/N looked at him, the tears in his eyes that threatened to spill at any moment matched her own. She opened her mouth to speak, but before she had a chance Duncan blurted more words knowing he would regret it forever if he didn't get a chance to say what he needed to. "I was a fool. I was an absolute fucking idiot. Out of every mistake I've made in my life, every regret I've ever had, that..that absolute fuck up will haunt me until the day I die. At a time when you needed me most I let my own fears and insecurities drive me away from you in the most inexcusable way possible. I ruined a wonderful life with a perfect girl all for a chance to get my rocks off. I can never apologize enough to you or our baby for all the pain I have caused this family." When Duncan finally paused for a moment he realized both of you had begun crying during his speech. "Please don't cry more," he got on his knees infront of you and cupped your cheek, "please I can't stand to keep making you cry like this. I don't care how bad I hurt, just please tell me what you want or need me to do so you won't hurt. Anything, please. If you want me to leave and never see you again or our child, just send you a check every month so they never go without, I'll do that if it's what you want. Please Y/N, I know I fucked up and I will do anything now to take your pain away." Duncan was bawling. He removed his hand from your face and slumped onto your lap in tears. You took your own hand and placed it to his cheek, lifting his head to look at you.

"Who was she?" You asked quietly, tears slowly streaming down your own face.

"She, I-I don't know," he looked down ashamed of himself, "one of the guys at the office uses an escort site, I overheard about it. She was just an escort. Just an escort."

"Was it just her? No others?" You asked wearily. He nodded. "How long has it been going on?" You couldn't help but wonder if his infidelity had taken place your whole pregnancy.

"Just about two weeks. Two weeks, then you saw the messages, and I never contacted her again."

"How many times?"

"Wha-?" Duncan looked up at you confused by the question. You bit your lip, not wanting to elaborate.

"You many times did you fuck her?" A harss sting accented your words.

"I-I didn't." Duncan cried as he admitted more. "I just texted her. Sexted a bit. There was a dick pic, but I couldn't bring myself to actually meet her. I was supposed to a couple of times but I couldn't ever get myself to leave the car. I'd just sit in the car outside whatever hotel she told me, cry for an hour or two, and then I'd come home." Duncan stood up and walked away from you. He wiped the tears from his face. He was full of shame. Not only was he unfaithful to the only girl he'd ever truly loved, but he couldn't even actually bring himself to sleep with another woman. He hurt the one he loved in the worst was possible all without even touching another being.

Slowly you got up and followed Duncan, pressing your swollen baby bump against his back, you hugged him from behind. You spoke quietly into his ear with a quiver in his voice. "If you swear on our child that you never did more than text her I will believe you and I will forgive you." Duncan turned around to hold you.

"I swear, on this child," he placed his hand on your stomach, "and any future ones that may come."

"Duncan," you looked down to afraid to look him in the eye now, all future fear and anxiety hitting you at once, "this is your one chance. If this ever happens again, even just texts like that. I will leave and I will never forgive you." He nodded looking at you with tear clouded eye full of love and adoration solely held for the woman in front of him. He moved his lips to yours in a light, gentle, loving kiss. When your lips separated he placed his forehead to yours. He closed his eye, breathing you in before he spoke.

"Understood. Nothing bad will ever again happen to this family, especially from my own hand, you have my word."

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so-langdon · 5 years ago

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Safe Word - Duncan Shepherd x Fem! Reader

Summary: Y/N uses her safe word for the first time when it becomes too much with Duncan.

Warnings: Angst, dom! Duncan, swearing, spanking, hair-pulling, object use (hand cuffs, blindfolds, riding crop/whip), dirty talk, oral (female receiving), light edging, some fluff

Tagged!: @hecohansen31 , @gypsylilacs , @michaelsapostle , @rocketgirl2410 , @saltyshaggymeme

A/N: Thank you to @ccodyfern for helping me come up with a proper “safe word” that suits well with Duncan! <3

The weather outside was gloomy and dreary, making the night sky seem darker than it actually was. It had been raining off and on all week, but still had been cloudy the entire time. Usually cloudy weather was Y/N’s favorite. It made her feel relaxed and content, wanting to just snuggle in bed and curl up with a good book or watch some Netflix. But this week had been particularly difficult.

Really though, she just wanted the work week to end so she could have two off days of peace with her boyfriend, Duncan Shepherd. Without even trying, he always made her feel better and made her forget about her stressful, crazy week and whatever annoying antics she was currently dealing with at work.

Things between them only got better after the moment they first got together. They were on a never ending ride that only went up, the two growing closer together and being each other’s favorite person and safe havens. They found a comfort and love in each other that they never found or got from anyone else.

The connection they had was inspiring to anyone who witnessed the two. You’d see them just sitting beside one another and know they were in love and meant to be.

They could talk about any and everything, having endless conversations with plenty of laughter and smiles. During harder times, they were each other’s confidant’s, actively listening and being there while the other person vented to them, unafraid to show their true emotions and feelings. Their relationship had a strong foundation built on loyalty, trust, respect and communication.

Their strong connection also led to them having an intimate life that was very colorful. It didn’t matter what kind of intimacy they were having together, they were loving and enjoying every moment of it.

From making out on the couch during a movie, or rough sex on the kitchen counter before Sunday brunch with one of their families. They were never bored, never unsatisfied. From vanilla sex, to quickies, to hard and fast, to soft and gentle, they loved any and all of it. It was due to the fact that they were immensely in love with each other of course, always feeling complete with one another, but it was also due to how well they communicated. “Communication is key” they always say when their friends ask how they have such a great relationship.

As Y/N waits for a traffic light to turn green, she lays her head back against the car seat and sighs out. It had been such a long week and she just wanted to hurry and see Duncan. The impatience in her was overbearing.

Duncan knew of the week she had been having as they had talked on the phone about it the night before. Duncan listened to her as she ranted about the people at her work and all the upcoming demanding projects that she wasn’t ready to deal with yet. After letting Y/N vent and let off some steam, Duncan told her that after work the next day he would have some surprises for her to help her get rid of some stress and tension she had been feeling.

She perked up, knowing that any of Duncan’s surprises could range from a sweet dinner, to a sensual massage or fun sex. Whatever it was, she was excited for it and it was the only thing that was getting her through the last day.

Duncan had been texting her throughout the day too, leaving sweet texts for her to read to get her excited for the upcoming night. From texts such as, “I’ve been thinking about you all day,” and “I miss you, I can’t wait to see you,” to “Tonight will be all about you, baby.” The day couldn’t end soon enough.

One of the last texts she got from Duncan was, “Don’t be late,” which didn’t mean anything in particular to Y/N. She didn’t think anything of it, thinking the text was just him whining about her hurrying up, which made her laugh a bit as she thought about him complaining to her about being on time.

Y/N stepped up the stairs that led to Duncan’s front door a little too quickly as she wasn’t just excited about whatever Duncan had planned, but to see him in general and have him hug her and make her forget the week with his warm hold. Getting the key to his place out of her purse, she unlocked it in one swift motion and stepped inside.

“Duncan?” She called as she shut and locked the door behind her. She put the key away and set her purse aside on the in-table by the door. “I’m here,” she draws out, stepping further into his house. “Duncan?” She calls again and walks around.

She passes by the kitchen and his office, looking around for him. It’s unusual for Duncan to not already be waiting for her in the living room. He was always there to greet her with a smile and kiss. But she figures he’s probably in his bedroom waiting for her, so she keeps walking down the hall.

Stepping into his room, the lights are already on, bed made neatly but still with no sign of Duncan. She narrows her eyes a bit, wondering where he could be. But she turns around when she hears his footsteps approaching, along with his voice ringing through.

“Where have you been,” Duncan’s voice questions impassively, coming from around the corner as he walks into the room a second later. “You’re late.” “Hi to you too,” she smiles a bit. “It’s only been like half an hour,” she shrugs. “I had a few things to get done before I left, and then traffic was awful. You know how it is, especially on Friday evenings,” she explains. Duncan walks over to her, Y/N stepping a few forwards to meet him, expecting him to pull her into a hug and kiss her. But instead he grabs the sides of her arms, swiftly turning her and stepping her back until hitting the wall to the side of them and holds her in place. Y/N’s eyes widen a bit, confused for a second over Duncan’s actions. “What are you doing,” she asks. “I told you not to be late,” Duncan starts, voice low and annoyed. “And you have the audacity to blame it on your work and traffic?” He glares at her. Y/N raises her eyes, trying not to grin. She always loved when Duncan was dominant and rough like this. So she knew this is what the surprise was going to entail now. “Um, yes?” “‘Um, yes,’ really?” He furrows his eyes. “That’s all you have to say for yourself?” “Sorry Mr. Shepherd,” she purrs, mocking the situation and grins, unable to hide it any longer. Duncan grabs a fistful of her hair, gripping tightly, causing Y/N to yelp a bit and gasp, looking up at him intently, her heart beating with excitement. “Are you mocking me?” Y/N doesn’t say anything as she looks at him. “I gave you a very simple task, and you completely fucked it up,” Duncan lets go of her hair. “I don’t care if it was thirty seconds, or thirty minutes. You were late,” he hisses. “If you were on time, like I told you to be, you would have been rewarded. I know how hard this week has been for you,” Duncan starts, his harsh tone shifting, trailing the back of his fingers against her cheek gently, making her bite her lip. “I was ready to pamper you with everything you wanted,” his tone suddenly softens. “Your favorite meal, a bubble bath, chocolate covered strawberries -- anything you wanted,” he spoke gently. Duncan’s hands trail from her cheek, down to her neck, fluttering over her exposed skin.

Y/N swallows, his touch giving her butterflies like always, his dominant demeanor arousing her more quickly than she’d like to admit. When Duncan was rough, pulled her hair or spanked her or fucked her hard and fast, it was a different type of bliss for her compared to their gentle and sweet love-making, though she was always satisfied with both.

“I would have cherished every part of your body,” Duncan continued, trailing his hand down to her collarbones, his other hand raising to meet with the other. Both hands trail slowly down the front of her body, hands fluttering so gently, so softly over her breasts, teasing her agonizingly as she just wants his hands on her bare skin everywhere. “Would have touched you everywhere you wanted me to,” Duncan says, hands trailing down to her hips. They continue until a hand cups her heat through her clothes, causing a hitch to leave Y/N’s mouth as he palms her. “I would have made you feel so, so good, baby,” Duncan whispers, smirking, rubbing his hand against her teasingly.

Y/N whines a bit, bucking her hips forward to create some friction with Duncan’s hand against her. “But, you were late. So you don’t get that.” He takes his hand away, causing Y/N to pout and internally groan. “Instead,” he leans in, “You’ll be punished.” Y/N narrows her eyes, letting out a deep breath from Duncan barely doing anything yet. Duncan smiles almost mockingly. “Get undressed and lay on the bed.” He steps away, and heads for the door. Y/N looks at him walking away, wondering what he’s up to, not even able to move her feet at the moment over how Duncan just had her captivated where she stood. Duncan stops at the door, grabbing the door frame and turns his head back. “Don’t make me tell you twice,” he states huskily, blue eyes burning back at her. His tone and look causes Y/N’s stomach to jump and she nods. Duncan grins smugly, and then disappears down the hall.

Once Y/N is completely naked, her clothes discarded, she takes a deep breath to keep herself calm from the suspense, her body being overcome with excitement for what’s to come. They’d never done something like this, the whole role-play of “rewards” and “punishments.” The reward seemed enticing, but she couldn’t help the curious anticipation she had for this “punishment.” They’d talked about it before, saying the whole “rewards” and “punishments” would be fun play in the bedroom. They just hadn’t gotten around to it yet. She was glad they were now.

She lays back on the center of the bed, against the pillows, knees slightly bent while waiting for Duncan as he said. Her mind starts to wonder with what he could be doing. Maybe getting them drinks, a fun toy, or the strawberries he mentioned earlier. The possibilities were endless at the moment, and she was growing more impatient as time went on. She wanted Duncan to hurry up so she could find out what was going to happen. In every way possible, she needed him after the week she’d had.

Finally, when Duncan does come back into the room, he’s dressed in only his black boxer briefs, holding a few things in his hand, lust written all over his face.

Y/N squeezes her thighs together when seeing him, seeing how he carries himself with a dominant stance, full of confidence and control. She admired his body, broad at the shoulders with a fit physique, brunette hair tussled back. Just looking at him come into the room like this was already sending a flood of warmth into her core and he wasn’t even doing anything.

Her eyes drift down to see what he has in his hands, noticing a blue fabric and two pairs of hand-cuffs.

Duncan sets the items on the nightstand, and walks to the foot of the bed after, Y/N sitting up with her elbows. Duncan kneels onto the bed, crawling up to her body and to her face. She lays back as he does, looking up at him.

“You managed to listen to me this time, didn’t you,” Duncan grins, leaning in.

Y/N nods, raising her head to meet his lips and kiss him. They hadn’t kissed or hugged at all since she got home and all of this started. It wasn’t an issue what they were doing, but she was still missing the feel of his mouth on her.

Duncan’s lips brush over hers, some of the stubble on his face tickling against her skin. Y/N keeps reaching up towards him, wanting so desperately to feel the touch of his smooth, plump lips on hers. But she rests back when Duncan leans back, pushing himself up with his hands. “You might have listened this time, but you were still late. You don’t get rewarded for anything now.”

Y/N pouts as Duncan gets off the bed and stands at the nightstand beside. Y/N pushes herself to sit up with her hands, looking over him. “So you’re not going to kiss me at all tonight because I was a little late?”

“Lay back,” he tells her, ignoring her question as he picks up a pair of hand cuffs.

Y/N rolls her eyes but grins, laying back against the pillows again, knowing the game he’s playing. Her eyes stay focused on Duncan, watching his every move, watching as his eyes can’t help but trail over her exposed body greedily. He always made her feel so sexy and beautiful with the way he looked at her with hunger, devouring her body with his eyes.

He reaches a hand out towards her. “Give me your wrist,” he commands. Y/N raises her hand without complaint, Duncan grabbing her. Though Duncan was often dominant, and could be rough or behave “angry” like he was tonight, his touch was still always soft with her, especially as he grabbed her wrist now. Duncan cuffs her wrist, tightening the hold just enough and then cuffing the bed post with the other side of the cuffs. Y/N pulls on it, testing it, realizing that they’re real handcuffs, not the fake, playful magic one’s. “Good?” Duncan asks. Y/N nods, “Yes. It’s not too tight.” He reaches for her wrist again, and then tightens the cuff more, the metal straining lightly against her skin. “They alright now?” He asks again, smirking. Y/N stares at him, shocked from him tightening the cuffs more on her. “Pretty tight.” “Good,” Duncan smiles smugly and walks away.

The tightness of the cuff was a bit discomforting, but it also aroused her. She didn’t mind a little pain here and there. Duncan had edged and denied her orgasms, spanked her, tied her up with rope, used toys and even had some candle play once. They were always open-minded and experimental, always trying anything once, so a little pain didn’t scare Y/N. It turned her on more than anything else, as long as it didn’t go past her limits, which is why they always talked about these things beforehand.

Duncan walks to the other side of the bed, putting his hand out for her other wrist. Repeating the same actions as before, he cuffs her, cuffing the bedpost with the other side of it and makes sure the cuff is tight on her.

“So what now,” Y/N asks, leaning back against the pillows. “You lay there patiently, that’s what,” Duncan states as he walks to the front of the bed. Y/N looks at him, waiting as patiently as she can for his next move. He kneels onto the bed, crawling up and grinning at her. He uses his knee to nudge her legs apart, hands grabbing at her knees to spread her further in front of him, making Y/N whine a bit at the anticipation. With an obvious smirk rested on his face, he rests his body between her legs, lowering his face between her thighs.

Watching Duncan lick his lips and eye her entire body down to her most vulnerable parts had Y/N’s stomach turning and twisting with an impatient excitement, Y/N pulling on the cuffs a bit.

Duncan leans down, kissing softly at her left inner thigh, the touch soft but teasing. He kisses upward slowly, planting a series of kisses toward her heat. But turns his head away just before reaching her center. Duncan repeats his movements on her other thigh, wanting to work her up, wanting to make her wait for the real pleasure. Y/N breathes out, feeling the contrast of his stubble against her soft skin, his lips brushing tenderly against her, taunting her as he kisses up just until her core and stops again.

As Duncan kisses up to where she really wants him, he skips over, kissing above, and upward to her navel. Y/N groans quietly, laying her head back against the pillows from the teasing and basic torture from Duncan.

When Duncan is kneeled over her body fully, head above hers, he grins down at her. “Everything alright?” “Yeah,” she mutters, somewhat pouting. “Something bothering you, baby,” Duncan hums, leaning his head down and into the crook of her neck, kissing against her skin. Y/N closes her eyes, turning her head to the side to give Duncan more room to kiss against her. “I hate when you tease me,” Y/N says, or rather lies, since they both know she actually likes it. But denying it was all a part of the game. “Do you?” Duncan hums against her, his hand trailing down the side of her bare body. Y/N squirms a bit, wanting to feel more of his touch on her, wanting to touch him back.

Duncan keeps trailing his hand down, fingers following one after the other until caressing the side of her ass and bringing them up towards her heat. He slicks two of his fingers against her, making Y/N moan quietly, coating his fingers with her wetness, feeling how aroused she is for him already. “Sure doesn’t feel like you hate it,” he smirks, lifting his head up to look at her as his fingers continue to graze her and then lightly circle over her clit. “Oh, Duncan, please,” Y/N moans, looking at him desperately. “You need to learn to be patient, love,” he grins and removes his hand, gaining a frustration sigh from Y/N. “Lift your head,” Duncan says, straddling his knees on either side of her and reaching over to the nightstand. “Why,” Y/N asks, eyeing his hands as Duncan grabs the blue fabric from the nightstand. “You’ll see,” he says, reaching over when she lifts her head. Bringing the fabric up, Y/N realizes he’s going to blindfold her. “You’re going to shield my vision away from you too?” She asks. “That’s not fair,” she mutters. “Nor was it when you were late when I told you not to be.” “You’re so dramatic,” Y/N states as the fabric covers her eyes, Duncan tying it around her head tightly but comfortably. “See anything,” Duncan’s voice asks. “No,” Y/N mumbles. “Perfect,” he replies, Duncan moving off of her and getting off the bed.

Y/N leans her head back again, not seeing any light or anything through the silky, dark material. Laying back against the pillows, with her wrists cuffed, eyes covered, and body laid out in full display, she feels the suspense pulsing through her, getting her worked up just from waiting. She can hear Duncan shuffling around in the room, wondering what he’s doing, hoping she’ll be finding out very soon.

She feels Duncan get back on the bed when there’s a dip beside her. She feels Duncan moving to situate himself between her bent legs again like earlier. Y/N breathes out, leaning her head back further as she feels him against her, kissing along her body, starting at just below her navel. Duncan’s lips travel downward, the touch of him against her feeling more sensitive with her vision blocked.

She feels Duncan’s hot breath fan over her heat as he lowers down to where she really wants him, Y/N bucking her hips a bit to get Duncan to touch her already. But Duncan was playing hard to get. He hums, no doubt a smirk residing on his face as he began kissing her core, around everywhere but her clit. Everywhere else was just a tease, taunting her, wanting to overwhelm her with the feelings she so desperately wanted to feel.

“Duncan,” Y/N whines out. “Don’t tease me, please.”

“I’m not teasing you,” he hums against her inner thigh and kissing over her clit feather-like, with just enough touch for her to feel. She jerks lightly, the sensitivity being higher since she’s blindfolded and can feel everything more with one of her senses blinded. “I’m just giving you what you deserve,” he kisses her again, causing Y/N to groan and to rut her lower body up to try and cause more friction. “To teach you to not be late again.” Leaning in he does kiss against her clit with more pressure this time, probing his tongue out and licking a slow lick over her.

“Duncan,” she whines more. “This isn’t fair.” “Whine all you want, but you deserve this.” “If I knew you would be this much of a--” Y/N halts when Duncan lowers his head further, enclosing his lips over her clit and sucking, promptly shutting her up. She gasps out, a soft whimper following.

Duncan sucks on her clit carefully, flicking his tongue against her after, licking through her folds and up to her clit again.

Y/N pulls on the handcuffs, wishing she could grab his hair or the bed sheets or something, anything at all. The fact that she can’t see what he’s doing, can’t touch him, and can’t really move her body, it makes her legs start to tremble around his head, the sensations overwhelming her. It’s the lack of control that causes her to squirm, and to make her more wet.

“More Duncan, please,” Y/N moans out.

Duncan brings a hand up, pushing two fingers into her slick entrance, Y/N moaning out contently and with relief at the feeling. Duncan keeps his focus on her clit, sucking and lapping at the bud while he begins to push his two fingers inside of her, curling and pumping them in a consistent pattern.

Y/N tries to rut her hips forward, wanting to match his movements, feeling a deep coil already building inside of her as her breathing becomes more shallow. Her back arches when Duncan begins to suck fervently at her clit. “Oh, God,” Y/N moans, pulling on her cuffs again.

With Duncan’s lips enclosed around her and his fingers pumping and curling, the buildup inside of her keeps growing more and more. Her breathing becomes more shallow, her legs starting to shake harder, her stomach contracting deep inside.

Duncan knows her body well enough that he knows when she’s close, and he knew she was on the edge now. That’s why Duncan stops, removing his lips and fingers and sitting up between her legs.

Y/N lifts her head to look at Duncan even though she’s blind-folded. “What, no, Duncan?” She pouts breathlessly. “Why’d you stop?” “I told you. You’re going to be punished tonight. No rewards for you,” Duncan says, tone cocky. Y/N groans, laying her head back and pulling on the cuffs. “I’m sorry I was late, okay, I didn’t mean to be. It wasn’t too late, please Duncan.” “No excuses,” Duncan states, crawling up, lips kissing up her body. Kissing achingly slow along her skin again, kissing to the middle of her waist, up between the valley of her breasts, one hand grasping a breast gently, Duncan grazing his lips over her other. Y/N whimpers. “Duncan,” she whines.

Duncan kitten licks over her nipple a few times before wrapping his lips over the sensitive area and sucking, sending pleasured tingles through her body while his other hand’s fingers graze over her other nipple. “Duncan, please,” she sighs, pulling on one of her cuffs harshly. “Fuck, you’re so fucking needy,” Duncan stops, his tone more harsh. “So greedy for more. For more of my touch, more of my tongue,” he says, his tone arousing Y/N more. “I wouldn’t have to be needy if you’d fucking hurry up and fuck me instead of playing some kind of teasing game with me,” she retorted.

It’s quiet. Duncan not saying anything or moving. Y/N can’t see what he’s doing, can’t see his expression, can’t figure out anything as the silence fills the room. Y/N swallows, mind racing as the silence continues on. But then Duncan gets off the bed again, and causing Y/N confusion. “What are you doing?” Y/N asks.

Duncan doesn’t say anything still. Only a few footsteps are heard. Y/N’s left wrist suddenly drops, her wrist freeing from the cuff. She turns her head when feeling her hand drop. Her other wrist drops a moment later, causing her head to turn to the other side. Her hands clasp together as she rubs over her wrists one at a time to soothe her skin, feeling the small indents of the cuffs as they had pressed into her.

“Turn over,” Duncan demands in the next moment. “What’s going on,” she asks as she sits up, reaching for the fabric around her eyes. “Don’t remove the blindfold.” Y/N stops, looking in the direction of Duncan’s voice. “And turn over. On your hands and knees like I fucking said,” he hisses.

Y/N bites her lip and turns over as he said, standing on her hands and knees. She grins a bit to herself then, knowing her comment riled him up to get more angry. Y/N knew Duncan took pride in his teasing, but she didn’t want to wait a second longer for him. So she figured her comment would give him that push.

A harsh slap against Y/N’s ass follows in the next minute, causing her to yelp out but more from the shock of it and catching her by surprise. Duncan grips her hips suddenly, aligning her with his body as he kneels behind her.

“You deserve to be punished because you were late. But I was going to take it easy on you since it’s the first time you fucked up. But guess that was my mistake.” “Your mistake?” Y/N laughs a bit. “What happened to the Duncan Shepherd that never made mistakes,” she taunts. Duncan slaps her ass again, Y/N groaning a bit as she feels the arousal pooling between her thighs. Duncan grips her hair harshly in his hand, but not yet pulling. “Do you really want to be testing me right now?” He whispers from behind. “Maybe,” she bites her lip, testing the waters and smirking to herself. She grinds her ass backward a bit, pressing back against Duncan, teasing him just like he’s been teasing her, easily feeling the hardness of his cock through the restraints of his briefs. “What are you doing to do about it?” Duncan pulls her hair, causing her to wince and look upward. “You can’t just fucking listen and do as your told, or keep from being a smart ass, can you?” Duncan says and lets go of her hair. “I told you, you would regret misbehaving.” Y/N turns her head as if she could see, feeling him get off the bed again. “Quit leaving the bed, dammit. You’re too jumpy,” she jokes, laughing a bit. “You’re not taking this seriously,” Duncan states, sounding to be on the other side of his room where his closet is. “All part of the fun, right,” she says, smiling to herself.

Duncan doesn’t say anything, but she hears his footsteps coming back over. Feeling the bed dip once more, Duncan places a hand on her ass, rubbing against her bare ass cheek to the other. “You’re going to be sorry, now,” Duncan draws out arrogantly.

Y/N bites her tongue, trying not to show her excited smile for Duncan to accidentally see. Angry, rough and dominant Duncan was always a great time. Sweet, loving and gentle Duncan was amazing, but he was always like that with her, intimate or not, which she loved. So getting a taste of a “mean-like” Duncan was fun and different and exciting. But when she feels the coldness of something long and leather feeling, her smiles fades. She narrows her eyes under the blindfold, trying to figure out what it could be. “What is that,” she asks. “You’ll be finding out soon enough,” Duncan says, trailing the material over her ass. “Duncan,” she starts, tone concerned. “No, what is that?” “You’ll think twice about being a sarcastic brat to me now,” he says.

Y/N swears all the breath inside of her leaves her body when she feels the sharp and harsh smack of hard leather hit against her ass, sending a surge of shooting pain through her, and not in a good way. She yelps out, eyes bulging out if the blindfold wasn’t on her. “Duncan, what the fuck,” she calls. “That fucking hurt,” she exclaims. “That’s the point,” Duncan says sarcastically. “I don’t like that,” she states harshly. “Don’t do it again.” “You don’t get to decide that. Not when you’ve been so fucking greedy and needy all night,” Duncan says, slapping the riding crop against her ass again. “Ow,” Y/N cries out, body flinching from the slap, eyes burning with water suddenly through the fabric. She reaches up to the silk material covering her eyes, yanking it off her head and throwing it to the side. She turns her head around to look at Duncan, seeing as he kneels behind her and sees the black riding crop in his hand, long and narrow, intimidating as she always thought they were. “Did I say you could take your blindfold off,” Duncan glares, and raises the crop up. “Duncan, stop, I don’t want to d--” she tries to say as she tries to move her body away and flinching again, but stops when Duncan hits her again, making her cry out, the loud smack screaming through the room. “Duncan stop,” she shouts, turning over fully to sit on her bottom. But it hurts, and she winces, tears falling down her cheeks consistently. “Turn back over,” Duncan demands, glaring. “No,” she cries. Watching Duncan raise his hand with the crop makes her recoil, “Duncan, stop,” she calls, trying to move further back on the bed to get away from him. “Mercy!” She cries out fearfully, using the safe word, her eyes blurring with tears again as she looks at him terrified, him looking furious and livid with the riding crop in his hand as he raises it.

But in just the blink of an eye his angered expression fades and it becomes soft and concerned. He tosses the riding-crop to the side and crawls closer to her. “Baby, what happened? You’ve never used the safe word before,” he states. “Are you okay?” He reaches a hand towards her to wipe her tears. “No, I’m not fucking okay,” she glares, smacking his hand away while tears still stream down her face and she scoots away from him further, making Duncan stop moving when seeing her move away. “And what do you mean what happened? What do you think happened?” She shoots a shoots a look towards the riding-crop on the ground by the bed and back to him. “What? The whip?” Duncan raises his eyes, wanting to clarify. “Yes, the fucking whip! What is that? Why do you have it?” She asks angrily. “Since when do you have one of those?” She gestures out harshly. Duncan looks to the crop again for a second and then back at her, “Well, it, it’s just a riding crop. I got it a few weeks ago.” Y/N furrows her eyes at him. “I got it to surprise you.” Y/N scoffs. “I wasn’t sure when the best time to use it was, but I figured after the long week you’ve had, it would be fun to use tonight.” Y/N stares at him in disbelief for a long second. “You know what’s wrong with everything you just said?” Y/N starts. Duncan stares at her, pressing his lips together. “You got it. You weren’t sure when the best time to use it was. You figured it would be fun to use tonight. It was all your idea, but never my idea also. You never mentioned it or talked about it with me,” she states. “I know, but, it’s because I wanted to surprise you,” he explains. “Who are you, fucking Christian Grey?” She narrows her eyes. “A surprise is surprising me flowers at work, or surprising me with my favorite dessert after dinner. This was just painful and agony, and not communicated between us!” She yells. Duncan shrinks back a bit, “I’m sorry. I get that.” “Yeah, now you do.” “I thought it would be fun,” he repeats sorrowfully. “Fun? What the fuck kind of fun is that when you’re just hurting me?” She glares again. “And using it as a surprise? We don’t fucking do surprises like that, Duncan,” she yells. “We always talk about everything. We do that to avoid what just happened now!” “Baby, I know,” he tries, “But I thoug--” “No, don’t fucking ‘baby’ me,” she points out. “You hurt me,” she sniffs, wiping her wet eyes away. Duncan’s face falls, looking to be overcome with sadness, hating how upset she is right now, and because of him. “That riding crop is different than anything else you’ve done to me before. That shit just brings actual pain.” “I -- I didn’t mean for it to hurt you so badly. I thought it would be okay,” he says softly. “Well you thought wrong. This is why we fucking communicate about it!” She gets off the bed, crossing her arms over her chest as she stands. She feels vulnerable standing exposed and bare like this in front of him but she does her best to ignore it when she turns to him. “We talk about everything so we know what we’re getting into. We had talked about blindfolds and handcuffs before, but not riding crops and whips! That shit’s used to hurt people, at least with me tonight it fucking did. That’s why we communicate about it first!” She repeats and turns, stalking off towards his bathroom. Duncan gets off the bed, following after her, “Y/N, wait, please.” He rushes around to halt her in front of him. “I’m sorry,” he pleads. “I didn’t realize this would happen,” he reaches his hands towards her to try and grab her hands. “That’s why we were supposed to talk about it first,” she exclaims, and pushes his hands away from her. She moves past him, walking to the bathroom, attempting to shut the door. But Duncan holds it open with a hand as he follows her. “I know, I know, you’re right. I know we communicate about everything, it’s one of the things I love about our relationship, and I fucked it up,” he shakes his head in defeat. “I’m sorry. Don’t shut me out, Y/N. Talk to me about this, please,” Duncan tries. “Oh, talk? You want to communicate about our feelings now? Fuck you, Duncan. You hurt me,” she shoves his hand off and slams the door, locking it before Duncan can get a grip on the handle and try and push it back open. But he’s too late, making him sigh and lean his head against the door. “I’m so sorry Y/N, I didn’t realize. I didn’t realize that I should have talked to you about it first before I used it on you. I wasn’t thinking.” He tries turning the doorknob again but groans internally when it didn’t budge. “Please. I’m sorry, baby. Let me fix it. Let me make it up to you.”

Y/N doesn’t say anything, not having anything to say back to him at the moment as she steps up away from the door. She turns to look at herself in the mirror, with her tear-stained cheeks, eyes lightly puffy from the crying and lips frowning. She turns her body, seeing in the mirror the harsh impact of the whip to her ass, still feeling the pain of the hits. She winces, seeing how there are harsh welts beginning to form, angry red lines burning and raising up on her skin.

She decides to take a shower, needing a few moments away from Duncan to calm down and hoping the warm water will soothe her body after everything that’s happened.

Duncan sighs out when hearing the shower turn on. He refuses to leave, not wanting to miss the chance of talking to her face to face for whenever she decides to come out of the bathroom. So he turns, kneeling to sit down and leans back against the bathroom door, committing to wait for her, hating that he fucked up.

Y/N lets the water cascade down her body, relaxing and calming her down. The warmth of the water subdues her body, helping to loosen the tension and stress in her muscles. She winces when the warm water hits her ass, her skin stinging along the welts. She bites her tongue when it burns more when she turns around, flinching every now and again when letting the water hit her backside fully. It eventually subsides, Y/N able to relax completely in the comfort of the shower.

After, she wraps a fluffy towel around her body and places her hands flat on the sink counter as she looks in the mirror, sighing out. She doesn’t know what Duncan’s doing, if he’s still there or left and given up. But she knows she’s already missing him and hates being mad at him.

Duncan turns his head when hearing the door being unlocked. He stands up from sitting on the ground, just straightening up and turning around when Y/N opens the door.

Y/N diverts her eyes away when she sees him, and tries to step forward to walk past him. But Duncan puts his hands up, refusing to let her walk. “You’re not going anywhere. We need to talk about this,” Duncan states. “I don’t want to talk right now,” she says quietly, tone sad and timid. “You don’t need to talk, you don’t have to say anything. Just listen to me, please,” he reaches a hand forward hesitantly. His fingers brush against one of her hands, her allowing him to grab it gently. Her eyes look back at him shyly. “I know what I did was wrong, Y/N. I’m so sorry. I’ll never forgive myself for doing this to you. I saw how afraid you looked, and knew you might be in pain when you told me to stop. But I don’t know,” he shakes his head, “I just didn’t realize, and I should have. I should have spoken to you first, I know that’s our thing. I should have known better,” he explains. “It kills me knowing that you were so afraid of me when I saw how you recoiled away, but I was so caught up in the moment, I didn’t understand.” Y/N sighs, knowing he’s genuine and understands what he’s done. “It’s not your fault. I shouldn’t have gotten so upset. I’m sorry for over-reacting. I know you would never mean to intentionally hurt me and would never try to upset me.” “Don’t invalidate your own feelings,” he cups her cheek. “You have every right to be upset with me. I fucked up.” “But I know you’d never try to really hurt me. You’d never want to actually hurt me. I just couldn’t help but get upset anyway, and I should have talked to you instead of just shouting and storming away.” “Stop. Don’t do that,” Duncan speaks softly. “It’s my fault, okay? Not yours. Don’t apologize for anything.” Y/N stays quiet, only looking back at him as she listens to him carefully. “I screwed up. I know you know that I didn’t mean to hurt you, but I still did, and I’m sorry.” Duncan drops his hand from her face and wraps an arm around her waist carefully. “I love you so much -- so unbelievably much. I hate what I did to you. I can’t imagine what the marks must look on you now. Let me make it up to you. Please?” “Duncan,” she sighs, “you don’t have to--” “Yes, I do,” Duncan states. “Let me treat you how I should have in the first place,” he pulls her closer to him. “No punishments, no props, no exaggerated bull shit about me being ‘upset’ you were late,” he says, making her smile slightly. “Let me cherish your body like I said I was going to.”

Y/N’s eyes fall to Duncan’s hands as they reach for the top of her towel, grabbing the fabric and undoing it, unwrapping it from her body as it falls to the ground and pools at her feet, exposing her body to him.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” Duncan whispers, momentarily distracted by her beauty, eyes trailing down her body, his hand reaching to her hip, trailing against her skin. He looks back at her. “I never meant for this to happen to you,” he says apologetically, hand brushing down towards her heat, his fingers brushing between her thighs. “Let me help you relax,” Duncan purrs, fingers brushing against her clit and rubbing a gentle circle against her.

Y/N bites her lip, looking into his eyes as she feels her heart starting to beat faster, feeling the excitement building back in her.

“Let me show you how much I love you,” he leans in, kissing her, Y/N immediately relaxing against the touch of his lips, having been waiting for the moment he would kiss her all night. She moans a bit into his mouth, feeling as his fingers continue to rub against her clit, rubbing a bit harder now. Duncan pulls back a bit. “I hurt you earlier, and I’m sorry. I want to take care of you now,” he whispers, tone low and soft, but sexy. “Let me make you feel good, baby,” he mumbles against her lips, words hanging in the air as his touch lingers, her mouth parting, her breathing becoming heavier. “Let me, please,” he whispers, moving his lips to kiss against her neck just below her ear. Y/N breathes out, nodding as she closes her eyes. “Okay.” “Good girl,” Duncan whispers against her skin, planting another kiss against her before making sure they have the best make-up sex of their lives.

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