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stylesluxx · 4 years ago

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flustered – h.styles

[warnings: minor swearing, sexual talk but in a joking way (no smut), and maybe a little angst if you squint]

summary: in which harry gets flustered around y/n | famous!reader

word count: 2,251

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Being a popular singer and songwriter was something you always dreamed of. Since you were nine, you had a journal of songs that you planned to perform in front of a stadium of people. You already had your costume designs picked out in your head along with how you wanted your stage to look. Music was your life and even if you couldn't become a successful singer, you knew you still wanted to be in the music industry somehow.

But life turned out exactly how you wanted it to due to your hard work and dedication. You started by putting your music on SoundCloud, where you started to grow a fan base. You made music that so many people could relate to and you made people feel like they had a shoulder to cry on. Eventually, you were doing small concerts and interviews, just to get your name out there some more. And before you knew it, you were releasing your debut album and receiving award after award. From AMAs to Billboard, to iHeartRadio, you were on fire.

But you knew you were being heard worldwide when Harry Styles followed you back on Instagram. You had been following him ever since he was in One Direction, a group you held very dear to your heart. Once they went on hiatus, you kept up with Harry's music and watched him develop as an artist. And you'd never tell him this to his face, but you were a proud fan.

It was the day after the AMAs and you were laying on the couch in your living room, scrolling through your comments and thanking fans for giving the album a listen when you got the notification.

Your jaw dropped open as you shot up from the couch and let out a scream. Your left hand shot up to cover your mouth once you were done screaming.

"No fricking way!" You gasped and took a screenshot before sending it to the group chat with your two best friends.

y/n: gasp!

emily: no way

sarah: ugh now you can shoot your shot

y/n: ... no

You went back to Instagram once your phone buzzed once more, making your eyes widen.

harrystyles: Really enjoying the album! Much love. H

You had no idea what to do or what to even say. You were completely star-struck. Sure you've gotten compliments from other artists but you didn't admire them as much as you admired Harry.

You took a screenshot and switched back to the Messages app, sending the picture to your friends.

y/n: y'all...

sarah: yeah he definitely wants to eat your ass

y/n: sarah...

sarah: y/n...

emily: omg, marry him !!

y/n: what do I say????

sarah: uhhh thank you ???

emily: be chill but not too chill. grateful and kind but not desperate

You switched back to Instagram and stared at the message in front of you before sighing and typing.

y/n_y/l/n: thank you so much for the support! fine line and self-titled have been on repeat!!

"I can't believe that just happened," You mumbled to yourself and fell back on the couch, completely elated.

— It was seven months after the Instagram encounter and you and Harry haven't spoken since. You figured it was just an artist complimenting another artist's work and it meant very little to him. He probably already forgot it had happened but you thought about it constantly.

You were waiting for your order at a coffee shop in Los Angeles when you were bumped hard. The bump almost knocked you down but you were quickly caught by the culprit, his hand on the bottom of your back, pushing you back upright.

"I'm so sorry," He apologized and looked down at you.

"No worries," You shook your head and gave him a small smile.

"You're Y/N Y/L/N, I believe I dm'd you a few months back. H-how are you?" He asked, taking you by surprise.

You had already turned away but this man recognizing you made you face him once again. You looked at his face (which was hard to see since he was wearing a hat that sheltered his face).

"Oh, Harry!" You smiled cheerily. "It's wonderful you meet you in person. I'm well, and you?"

"I-I'm great," He nodded eagerly and you took the moment to take in his face.

His green eyes pierced into your Y/E/C eyes before quickly looking away, looking anywhere but at you. And his cheeks were bright pink as if he'd been caught doing something he wasn't supposed to be doing.

"That's good, the BRITs are coming up-"

"I-I actually have to go," He interrupts you.

"O-oh okay. Sorry for holding you up," You nodded and plaster on a fake smile as he nods and walks off.

You bit your lip and scrunched your eyebrows, internally screaming at yourself. That was so awkward and cringe and you just wanted to forget all about your coffee and run home. Your legs wanted to run to your car, hop in, speed all the way home, and just jump under the covers and forget you even existed. But the BRITs were coming up and you had to be on a plane later.

—

Walking down the red carpet was something you'd never get used to. That and paparazzi. You didn't like the bright lights and people yelling at you, telling you what to do. But you did love showing off your outfits.

You were wearing a strapless black gown that showed off the perfect amount of cleavage, and diamonds that decorated your ears and wrist. You were feeling confident and beautiful and your last encounter with Harry was pushed to the very back of your mind until you arrived at your seat.

Harry was already sitting in his spot at the table. He was wearing a light blue button-up that was covered by a purple wool cardigan but that too was topped off with his brown suit. He looked very handsome and now you were worried that maybe what you were wearing was quite basic.

But you didn't have time to turn around and run away, because he had spotted you and was pulling at his collar nervously. You gave him a soft smile and seated yourself, rubbing your sweaty palms in your dress.

"Hello, nice to you see you again," You greeted him.

Your heart was racing erratically and you were pleading to yourself not to fuck this up.

"The pleasure is all mine," He smiled and you felt the heat rise to your face. You figured it was the same heat that was adorning Harry's face also.

The conversation quickly ceased and you internally sighed, ready to tell your group chat what a failure you were. But you were back to being smiley and happy when a cameraman came over and asked for a picture of the two of you. Harry wrapped an arm around your waist and you leaned into his side with a big cheesy smile.

The show started and a producer came over to Harry mid-show, telling him he should get ready for his performance. He nodded, stood up, and pushed his seat in.

"Good luck," You bid him before he could walk away.

He beamed at you and nodded in appreciation before walking off to follow the producer backstage.

He came on stage in a completely different outfit. A white lacy button-up with matching trousers covered his body and was complemented with a pair of matching gloves.

You enjoyed the performance, especially the water on the stage, and you made sure you told him once he got back to the table. Now he was wearing a bright yellow suit and a purple shirt, completely hard to miss.

"Your performance was lovely," You told him once he sat down. "I liked the water bit."

"Thank you. You're up next, correct?" He asked and took a sip of his water that was untouched until now.

"Yeah, just a bit nervous," You admitted and gulped anxiously while standing up.

"Break a leg. Well, not actually. Do people even say that anymore-"

"It's okay, I get it," You giggled at his flustered demeanor. He was completely red and was playing with the rings on his fingers. "Thank you, Harry."

Your performance went swimmingly and soon you were back at your seat, anxious for the award you were nominated for.

Apparently, it was noticeable how nervous you were because Harry hesitantly reached over and rested a hand on yours.

"If they don't think you're the best International Solo Female Artist, then screw 'em. I think you're the best," He assured you, making your nerves cease.

"Thank you. You're truly a delight, which I'm sure you've been told."

Before he could respond, your name had been called, making you face the stage with wide eyes. He rubbed your hand before pulling back and clapping along with the rest of the crowd.

You told from your seat and walked over the stage, not quite sure how you got there because everything seemed like a daze. But it became real when the award was placed in your hand and you had to give your speech.

"I am... in awe, truly. I am so happy and grateful. This album was absolutely life-changing for me and I hope it was for those who gave it a listen. I really cannot believe I'm here right now. Thank you so much to everyone who's been supporting me. I would like to thank my family and my team for all their love and support. And before I go, I'd like to thank Harry Styles who actually has been a huge inspiration of mine and he's so sweet and was literally just soothing my nerves. This night has been so great and this award was the icing on the cake. Thank you so much and goodnight."

You watched Harry's face turn bright as he smiled up at you and turned red for the thousandth time since you've met him.

You walked backstage and let out a sigh of relief once you got away from all the cameras. It wasn't as nerve-racking as you thought it would be but maybe it was because Harry gave you a pep talk before your speech.

You were pulled for pictures before they finally let you go but the show was over by then.

—

You were far too exhausted to be at the after-party but you already sent in an RSVP. You were wearing black leather pants with a matching halter crop top and basic black heels.

You usually attended parties with Sarah and Emily but they were back in L.A. working their regular jobs so they couldn't come. You quickly became aware that you didn't know anyone here you were you disappointed you didn't drag your manager along.

You were seated at the bar sipping on a Shirley Temple and bobbing your head to the music when you were tapped on the shoulder. You turned around with a smile on your face, ready to befriend whoever, but your smile only grew more when you saw the man in front of you.

"Harry!" You cheered and pulled him into a hug. "You don't know how happy I am to see you. I don't know anyone here and it'd be rude for me to leave not even an hour in."

"I'm happy I found you. I only came because I knew you'd be here. Kinda just wanna listen to Stevie Wonder for the rest of the night," He spoke honestly and his eyes showed vulnerability.

For once he was red but you could tell he was putting himself out there. He wasn't dressed up in a fancy outfit; some loose jeans, a striped red and white t-shirt, and all-white vans.

"That sounds lovely!" You agreed. You turned around and took one last sip of your drink before facing him once again and hopping off the barstool. "Shall we?"

Harry's apartment is almost exactly how you expected it to be. It was organized and clean, everything about it seemed untouched and perfect but it still had a homey feeling to it. It still invited you in and asked you to stay awhile. It was so welcoming, you forgot about how you and Harry going home together was going to be plastered all over the blogs.

"This is really nice," You expressed as you looked at the little aloe plant on his coffee table.

"Oh thanks, my mum got it for me. Thought it'd teach me some responsibility and it hasn't died yet so," He spoke with humor and let out a soft chuckle at the end.

You grinned and watched as he walked over to his record player, an old brown wooden one from the 90s. He took am album from his shelf where it looked like he had been collecting all his life and took the record from the sleeve. He gently placed it down and set the needle on the record, smiling as “Never Dreamed You'd Leave In Summer” floated gracefully throughout the room.

"This is one of my favorite songs," You hummed as you listened.

Harry slowly walks over to you, hesitantly placing his hands on your waist and you wrapped yours around his neck. You both swayed back and forth in each other's arms as the song played uninterrupted throughout the living room. You rested your head on Harry's chest, mixing the song and his heartbeat together, growing even calmer at your serene surroundings.

"Better than any party."

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zhowongli · 4 years ago

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hello! i started a new thread because the other one (+ this one) got really long, so sorry! but i guess this is my love letters to you guys because you’ve made my tumblr experience so, so much better && i’m grateful for all of you guys + all of my mutuals and followers!!

first of all, @himawari-senpaii thank you so so much for your kind words! meggi, i love your sunflower motif because it suits you so well! sunflowers make me smile whenever i see them, and it really brings me so much joy to see you on my dash/notifs. your tags are always so fun and sweet. thank you for tagging me in this 🥺

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to all my mutuals and followers: thank you so so much for sticking with me and my mess of a blog. i honestly don’t really contribute much to anything, but i’m so thankful you guys are still here! thank you, thank you, thank you! i love and appreciate all of you guys + my ask box/messages are always open if you want/need someone to talk to 💖 thinking fondly of everyone today + so much love to you guys mwah mwah!

#text #this got really long but #i am really truly thankful for everyone of you #i have so so much love for you guys #sending all my love and positive energy to you guys #i'm so sorry sometimes i'm really slow at responding but #i really do think of you guys!!#love you all mwah mwah

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atinydise · 5 years ago

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Ateez reacting to their s/o passing out because of a diet (2/2)

❦ Genre: Fluff.

❦ Pairing: OT8.

❦ Word count: 2k4.

❦ Requested: Yes, thank you! 🦋

❦ Masterlist.

Part 1

SAN

You were following San in every shop. You were meeting his grandparents in 2 days and you had nothing to wear for this special occasion. “What about this dress? I’m pretty sure that you will be beautiful on it?” You shook your head, “too short. I don’t want your grandmother to think bad of me.” “She won’t,” he raised a brow. You focused back on the clothes in front of you. You needed the perfect outfit. San didn’t know about it but when you met his mom at the supermarket the other day. You were talking about your relationship with his son when she mentioned that you gained weight compared to the first time you met her. You didn’t say anything, but it hurt you. If San learn about it, he would say that she hadn’t meant it or worse, he could agree with her. So, you managed to go on a diet and work out without your boyfriend knows it. “This one is perfect! What do you think about it?” You tilted your head and stared at the dress. It was a long dress, opened on the side but not in a provocative way. “It’s pretty,” you admitted. Plus, it would hide your body features perfectly. “You should try it,” he smiled, handing you the dress. You nodded and headed at the fitting room. Just before closing the curtains, San said, “I’ll wait you here! Can’t wait to see you wearing this!” He was so cute with you. “I’ll try my best to do it quickly,” you said. When you closed the curtains, you sat on the little bench. Your head was spinning suddenly. You held your head on your hands to calm down. “Are you done?” asked San, at the opposite side of the curtain. “Not yet…” you replied weakly. San grunted but stayed quiet. You stood up and removed your clothes, losing your balance. The hotness remaining on the little space made your head dizzier. You took a deep breath and finally wore the dress. Without looking at your reflection in the mirror, you opened the curtain, looking for fresh air but you felt like no air could reach your lungs. “Wow Y/N!” shouted your boyfriend, “You look stunning!” You tried to focus on San’s face, but everything was turning around you. You blinked to reduce the dizziness. “You should take this one! My grandma will like it for sure!” You attempted to smile but your legs flinched, making you fall on the floor. San rushed to you to help you, but you finally gave up and passed out in his arms. “Y/N?! Somebody helps me please!” Yelled San, seeing that you were not responding anymore.

A feeling of cold water woke you up. When you opened your eyes, you saw your boyfriend with a wet towel, applied kindly on your forehead. He looked right at you. “Hi sleepy head,” he smiled softly. “Hi,” you replied weakly, “what happened?” “You fainted at the mall. The manager called the emergency but just with few questions, they said that you fainted because of hard work and empty stomach.” “Oh…” you knew that he would ask you some questions, so you just confessed. “I’m on a diet and I probably went too far…” “Seems like. But why?” “I met your mother last day and she said that I gained weight…” you said sadly. San giggled, “don’t change for her Y/N! She probably didn’t mean it.” “I’m not sure…” you sat up on the couch. “She likes you so much! She doesn’t want to be mean with you.” He intertwined his fingers with yours. “And I see you every day! You didn’t gain weight at all.” “You are sure?” you asked, smiling awkwardly. “Yes, and even if you lose or gain weight, you’ll stay beautiful and stunning.” He smiled, tilting his head. “Thank you San-ie.” “Oh, and by the way. The shop gifted you the dress.” The was finally a good point but you would never do a diet this way.

MINGI

In the hallway, you heard the loud music bumping through the walls. You smiled when you thought your boyfriend doing his best to practice his part on Wonderland. Due to his hiatus, he was practicing more just to get back his dancing skills. Even if you said that he was doing good as always, he ignored your compliments. You knocked at the door just to prevent of your presence. He would probably not hear it, so you got in. As expected, Mingi was dancing powerfully. He might probably train since a long time because of the sweat dripping off his chin. You set your stuff on the couch and waited the end of the song. Mingi was a real good performer. The way his moves were hard and clean was impressing you. “Hello young lady,” greeted Mingi, hugging you as always. “Ew Mingi! You are sweating so much!” You said, giggling at your sticky boyfriend. “It doesn’t bother you, sometimes.” He smirked. You rolled your eyes and pinched him a bit, “Perv.” Mingi played back the music and went back practicing. You were texting your friend when Mingi called you, breathless. “Can you help me with the choreography?” You nodded, “Yes sure! What should I do?” “Take Wooyoung spot so I can practice the last chorus.” “Okay boss.” You stood up next to your boyfriend, learning the choreography as fast as possible. He was a good teacher; it was easy to learn this intense part. You loved to do the little part with Mingi, it was powerful and funny in the same time. But the fun disappeared when your head started to be painful. It feels like a dozen of daggers were tickling your brain. “Are you okay?” asked Mingi, seeing you obviously, in pain. “Yes, just a moment of weakness.” You smiled to reassure him. “Do you want to take a break?” “No, it’s okay! Let’s practice.” He wasn’t really okay with it, but you played back the music. You faked that everything was fine, but it was worse. Your head was spinning, and you were suffocating. You were behind Mingi, he couldn’t see you struggling with the choreography and your dizziness. But when you turned around, you felt your body leaving the last energy you had. Your boyfriend turned around instantly, when he saw you fell on the mirror reflection, “Y/N!” He kneeled down to you, shaking your body when he saw that you were not answering or waking up. “Y/N! Y/N!” He yelled.

You hummed, regaining your consciousness. You opened your eyes slowly, blinking a few seconds to get used to the lights. “Are you feeling okay?” You noticed your boyfriend face in front of you. “Mingi?” “What’s wrong? You suddenly fainted!” he freaked out. You looked around you. He might carry you on the couch. “I’m fine.” “Are you still on a diet?” You nodded, knowing that he would be mad because he doesn’t like the idea of you doing a diet. “You should have been more careful…” he sighed. “And you don’t need to continue this stupid diet. You are perfect.” Both of you knew that you will continue but you will be less strict with yourself than before. “How I get so lucky?” you smiled. “Lucky? You fainted 30 minutes ago. I don’t call that being “lucky”. He raised a brow. “Lucky to have you, idiot.” You rolled your eyes. “I know, I’m an angel,” he smirked. He was annoying sometimes but so lovely as well.

WOOYOUNG

Your boyfriend was dieting since few months already. He absolutely wanted to lose weight for his future promotions. You were against this idea since you liked everything about him. His tights were the thing that you loved the most. But he said it was important for him, so you just let him do it. The first days, he was struggling a lot to reduce his meals. Especially when you went out on a date. He would do his best to order a healthy food and look at you eat a burger or a pizza. When you caught him staring at your meal with envy, you took the decision to help your boyfriend. “I will go on a diet too,” you said, sipping your soda. He raised a brow, “and why? You don’t need to.” “It’s not a bad thing to be careful about my health too.” You smiled. “Being on a diet isn’t easy you know.” “I did some, you know,” you rolled your eyes. “But not mine.” “And what is so different?” you asked. “It’s 2 meals a day. Drink a lot of water and an intense work out session.” “Don’t seem impossible to me.” “And no sugar, except for breakfast. No more candies or chocolate snack that you love so bad.” He smirked knowing that you would never stop eating your little midnight snacks. You gulped but answered, “okay count me in.” One week later, you regretted everything you said. It was worse than you thought. You felt like you were craving and that all the usual energy, you had left your body. There was no change on your body or weight, and it pissed you a lot. Wooyoung lost at least 5 pounds with this diet in 1 week and you not even one. And the worse thing was that you needed to act like you were okay or Wooyoung would win his ego will explode. But it was hard to stop the dizziness that you had sometimes. Today, you were with the team backstage waiting with them. But all the staff around rushing to their tasks was increasing the race of your heart. You could hear every beat bumping in your chest. It was incredibly hot too in the room. You tugged on the couch armchair, bumping into Seonghwa’s arm. “Sorry,” you bowed politely. “It’s okay Y/N, it’s just me.” He smiled. You tried to smile but your knees were shaking too much, distracting you from the conversation with the eldest member. He noticed it and asked worried, “Y/N? Are you okay? You look-“ You fell right in his arms, unconscious. “Wooyoung!” called Seonghwa, looking for his teammate who was probably doing his makeup. “What?” he replied annoyed. When he spotted you, in a panicked Seonghwa’s arms, he rushed to you, carrying you on a calm area.

When you regained your spirit, you stood up instantly, making your head dizzier than before. “Calm down…” ordered Wooyoung pulling you down on the mattress. “My head hurts like I had a hangover.” You complained. “You need to stop this diet Y/N. It was a bad idea. Your body wasn’t ready for this big change.” He explained, rubbing your cheek. “No… If you can do it then I can do it too.” “You were the one who did it perfectly…” he bit his lip. “I ate few chocolate bars at night…” Your face decomposed, “Jung Wooyoung.” “Before killing me… I got one for you!” He handed you a snack bar, trying to be nice after his betray. “I will eat it, but I’m not done with you loser.” He smiled at you and kissed your forehead, “be careful now.” You nodded; you would probably stop this diet, but you make an effort when he needs help.

JONGHO

Your boyfriend invited you at the restaurant to celebrate his 3 weeks break. He would visit his family during this time, so he wanted to enjoy a great night with you. As you were working, you wouldn’t be able to spend time with him anyway. When you got in the restaurant, you immediately spotted your boyfriend near the window. He loves to see what’s happening on the street and enjoy his meal with you. “Order what you want,” said Jongho. At this moment, you ignored what to do. You started a diet a week ago and high caloric meals were prohibited. Jongho was ignoring it since he was against these diets’ ideas. “I’m not too hungry tonight… I will just take a salad.” He narrowed his eyebrows, “it’s been a week that you are eating healthy things.” “Oh really? I haven’t noticed it,” you lied. “You are not eating as much as usual too.” “Huh, that’s probably because of my period. You know… hormones…” you lied again. “Oh, that’s a girl thing then,” he said embarrassed. “Yes! Exactly! A girl thing,” you repeated a bit too enthusiast but happy that your lie worked. He stared at you weirdly, but you changed the subject to escape. Finally, you didn’t eat that much of your salad. Eating only the ingredients that were not caloric or drown in the sauce. At the end of the meal, your belly was craving and growling more than before. “Should we go at the-“ he began. “Arcade game?” Hell yes!” you finished. He smiled and held your hand from the restaurant until you got in the game center. “What about the dance machine?” “Sure! Be ready to lose Jongho!” You said humbly, positioning yourself. Jongho laughed and played the first music. You were a pro at this song. You knew that all the chance would be on your side. “Wait… should we bet something?” He smirked, “If I win, you come with me to see my parents.” “I wasn’t expecting this but okay.” You smirked. “But if I win, we go on vacation when you have holidays again.” He nodded and shook your hand to make the bet official. You climbed on the carpet and waited the first symbols to appear. As usual, you were winning but the sudden feeling of your spinning head made you miss few combos. “Oh! Seems like that you are losing,” said Jongho happily. You tried to get back your composure, but black spots covered your vision. You knew at this moment that you were passing out due to the effort. “Y-Y/N!” yelled Jongho catching you in his arms before sitting you down slowly on the floor. All the lights were dazzling you. You couldn’t handle this anymore.

The sound of your shower helped you to go back to the reality. You sat on your bed, rubbing your face slowly. You didn’t remember how you got in your apartment, but you knew for sure that you fainted because of your diet. You would need to find an excuse when Jongho would ask you what was going on with your health. The water stopped, you rushed to find something to tell at your boyfriend. Your period? Yes it could work well. “How you feel?” asked Jongho coldly. “Fine. Seems that my period was more powerful than usual.” You smiled awkwardly. He walked toward you, grabbing the book on your nightstand. “Since when are you dieting?” “Jongho…” “Since when Y/N?” he repeated. “Few days…” you said intimidated. He sat on the bed, next to you, “how many times I need to tell you that you were pretty as you are? You don’t need these stupid diets!” he threw the book on the bed. You nodded, you felt insecure most of the times because of Jongho’s image was important. “You are the best thing I’ve never had so please don’t change anything. Promise?” he handed his pinky finger to you. “Promise.” You smiled, crossing your finger with his.

Part 1

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intro: her IX ⤑ knj | m

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 you enter namjoon’s life in the most unexpected of ways, but will you be able to stay, especially when he comes with three adorable but chaotic children, even more chaotic best friends and a bitch of an ex-wife? not to mention your own emotional baggage. 〞singe dad au.

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: single dad!namjoon x marine vet!reader

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: fluff ⋆ smut

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 9k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: soft dom!namjoon like the SOFTEST dom, sub!reader, namjoon has a big cock as usual, detailed blowjob, cum swallowing, namjoon is so fucking soft and gentle and i’m crying, body worship, dirty talk, fingering, pussy eating, cum eating, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, someone explain how these are the only warnings so far and the smut is still somehow 6k already, unprotected sex, once again namjoon is HUGE and they have issues fitting him inside, cockwarming, riding, some REALLY soft sex, first time sex like they’re not virgins but it’s their first time together ygm, creampie, reader cries during sex just like i did when writing this fkn yeet

➵ 𝑎/𝑛: hello my sugar demons!!! I am BACK!!! sorry i went on a weird hiatus but idk my heart wasn’t in it to write but THIS CHAPTER CURED ME ?! I HOPE !! anyway. this chapter is pure smut and there’s absolutely 0 plot so if you’re under 18 please do not read this chapter. skip it completely. that being said, for people who are 18+ and have never read this series you COULD read this as a one-shot but also DONT because the build-up to the point is amazing (or so i've been told) so please check out the other eight chapters. But if you don't want to and only wanna read this then that's cool too.

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The moment you step foot in Namjoon’s bedroom, you feel the temperature rise. Your clammy hands shake almost imperceptibly in his while Namjoon slowly pulls you closer towards his bed. You’ve been in Namjoon’s bed before, you’ve slept in Namjoon’s bed before - but this time, it’s going to be completely different. Almost as if he can sense your nervousness, Namjoon’s eyes soften; his fingers lightly grip your chin and turn you up and towards him. He can see the anxiousness in your eyes and feel the way your body trembles near his.

“Hey, we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” Namjoon says, his hands moving to trace your side. His touch is completely attentive, fingers slowly massaging your flesh through your clothing. Reflexively, your eyes flutter, a soft whine escaping your lips. His words cause your heart to clench, and you quickly shake your head, your hair following the movement.

“No!” you quickly call out before blushing, your eyes downcast. “I want to. I’m just- nervous,” you breathe out. You feel Namjoon nod above you as his fingers flex and tighten around your hips comfortingly.

“No need to be nervous, Angel; I’ve got you. We’ll take it slow, okay?” Namjoon asks, his lips brushing against the top of your head.

“Angel?” you question, eyes flicking up to stare at him as you pull your lower lip between your teeth.

“Mhmm. My angel, my love,” Namjoon reveres breathily. You find yourself swooning at his words, and your resolve hardens. You want this. Taking in a deep breath, you nod. Then, you look up at him, and your neck strains as you stand on your tiptoes before you’re pressing your lips against the corner of his.

“I want this. I want you,” you whisper as you look earnestly into his eyes. Steeling every single nerve you have, you gather your courage and run your hand down his sculpted chest and towards his clothed length. Namjoon lets out a pained moan as you begin palming him through his shorts. The material of his trousers is incredibly thin, and you can almost feel everything through his boxers. He’s still a little soft, but despite that, he feels huge under your palm.

“Ah,” Namjoon gasps. Then, as one of your fingers runs along the length of his shaft through his clothing, he hisses. Completely taken by how he feels, you find yourself slowly admiring his cock. You can’t see it yet, but it radiates heat through his clothing as it pulses under your touch, slowly hardening. He grows under your touch, shorts just barely tenting as you continue to palm him through the material of his clothing.

“Fuck... Angel,” Namjoon breathes out, his face scrunched up in pleasure. You stare up at him, eyes scanning across his features as your hand slowly curls around his length before pumping up and down. When he lets out a pained groan, his eyes slowly shutting at your ministrations, you find your core clenching. Within the throes of pleasure, Namjoon looks beautiful.

The lighting in his room is low, the soft amber lights glowing just enough to highlight his figure and features. Other than that, the room is almostbathed in darkness, threads of moonbeams that shine through the gaps in his curtain being the only thing keeping the dark at bay. You slowly walk forwards, pushing Namjoon to the bed until he sits down with a slight bounce. Automatically, his hands move to grip your hips, pressing a kiss against the middle of your stomach. His kiss is tender, more tender than you are used to, and once again your heart clenches in your chest.

“Gods I-” Namjoon whispers against your stomach, but he’s cut off when you slowly lower yourself to your knees. His eyes widen slightly, and his hands shoot out to stop you when you’re halfway onto your knees. “Angel, you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Namjoon quickly assures.

“I want to,” is your only reply. Namjoon lets out a little groan, his chest rumbling on top of you.

You smile reassuringly at him and lower to your knees completely before pulling his lips between yours, your hands carding through his hair. Your kiss is sweet and gentle, Namjoon’s lips moving languidly in tandem with yours. He’s as sugary as he always is, and you find yourself smiling into the kiss. Namjoon’s arms wrap around your torso, pulling you closer into him as your tongues dance against each other. His cock is hot against your abdomen, and you can feel it throb with each and every each stroke of his tongue against yours. Slowly, you grow impatient, the feel of his cock calling out to you, and you break off the kiss.

Moving down his body, your hands rake up under his top, nails scraping against the smooth flesh as you kiss along the column of his neck. When you hit the collar of his top, your hands grip under his shirt before you tug it hard, wanting it off of him. Namjoon laughs at your impatience, your tongue running all over his collarbones as you lightly nip the skin. Corded arms move to help you undress him until his chest is left naked and exposed. Pulling away from his skin, you lower your jaw.

God, he’s achingly beautiful. It’s not fair.

It’s almost as if he’s a carved out masterpiece. Smooth, dulce de leche skin has your mouth watering, toned muscle rippling under it, and the slight sheen to his flesh has you wanting to reach out and taste him, which is exactly what you do. Your tongue reaches out, swirling around his skin before lightly suckling your mark onto him. The moan that escapes Namjoon’s mouth is addictive, and you want to hear more. You lick down towards his pecks, stopping when your lips scrape against his dark brown nipple. You pull it between your teeth and swirl your tongue around it, smirking when Namjoon hisses through clenched teeth, before continuing your descent down his body.

You can’t help but giggle at the adorable little rolls of his belly, the muscles flexing as you kiss the waistband of his shorts. Running your nose against the strap of elastic, you press a soft kiss to the tip of his cock when it brushes against your lips. Your fingertips hook underneath his shorts and boxers before you slowly slide them down his thick thighs. Namjoon lifts his hips to aid you to shimmy them off of him, his cock popping out. When he’s completely naked, you still.

You had previously thought his torso was beautiful - but now, completely naked? He’s a sight to behold. His arms are braced on the mattress, defined muscle pulled taut as he holds himself up. Your eyes rove down his torso and towards his lower half before you gulp. His thighs are spread wide, and the thickness of them is only exaggerated by the mattress forcing the flesh up. Gradually, your eyes trail up from his thighs to his cock before you swallow thickly once again. You were right, he’s huge. He’d felt large in the small palm of your hand, but standing up right now? It seems almost surreal.

The shaft itself is incredibly thick, and curiously, you reach out your hand to wrap around him, fingers tentatively curling around it. You’re not surprised when they aren’t able to touch. In awe, you begin pumping up and down, completely taken with the way your palm slides over the thick, dusky mauve veins. Dragging your hand up to the angry purple tip, your thumb brushes against his weepy slit, rubbing his precum around the head. Vaguely, you can hear him lowly moan above you, but you’re far too consumed with his cock. When your mouth begins to water, you slowly take him into your cheeks.

“Oh shit-” Namjoon groans. His head falls back as your mouth wraps around the head of his cock, and he revels in the velvet of your cavern around his head. It’s wet and warm and feels so incredibly wonderful that he finds his fingers fisting in his sheets as he tries his hardest not to come undone then and there. Smirking against him, you swirl your tongue around the tip before giving a kittenish lick along the slit. Precum drips out and coats your tongue, the saltiness of his taste heavy on your tastebuds. You groan under him and can’t help but lick his slit again, wanting more of him in your mouth.

“You taste-” you begin before you pop his dick out of your mouth, “so good,” you continue as you lick down the underside of his length. Namjoon laughs above you, one hand reaching out to pet your hair as you continue licking his shaft.

“Yeah, Angel? You like the way I taste?” Namjoon asks, his tone cheeky and eyes dark as they glint at you. With a slight roll of your eyes, you descend down on him again. This time, your mouth sinks further on him, expertly taking him in until the tip hits the back of your throat. Namjoon chokes before hissing as his head falls back, his hand pressing against the mattress so he could brace himself once again. Gone is the mischievous glint in his eyes, and you mentally applaud yourself for having him so fucked out from just your mouth.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” Namjoon manages to choke out as you begin bobbing up and down his length. You’re almost unable to take down his entire length - in fact, you only manage about a half. Automatically, your hand wraps around the length of the shaft you’re unable - yet - to take into your mouth. You begin lightly sucking, creating a vacuum effect, while your tongue continuously swirls around any part of the length it can reach and your hand squeezes his shaft rhythmically.

“Fuck- Angel, you feel… hng- so good- you’reso good,” Namjoon reveres, his voice coming out as a laboured whisper. Happy at being able to please him and preening under his praise, you force his cock further down his throat. Namjoon jerks almost violently at the sudden movement of your mouth, and you, yourself, choke. Your eyes begin watering, and you hold yourself there for a few moments.

“____, Angel! It’s okay you don’t-” Namjoon begins, only to be cut off when you force yourself to swallow and take him down your throat, “hnnnng- oh my god,” Namjoon moans through clenched teeth as he feels the silken velvet of your oesophagus gradually encase his dick.

You hold him in the back of your throat, trying your hardest to breathe through your nose before swallowing very slowly and taking more and more of him into your mouth. The way your throat slowly opens around him, the warm, wet flesh pulsing around his cock, has Namjoon slowly losing reigns over the little control he has. His chest begins heaving, and his breath comes out laboured. Your tongue continuously runs along his length, although this time more subdued due to the way his cock splits your jaw open. You begin bobbing up and down, very gently plunging his cock in and out of your throat, his length pulsing almost uncontrollably in your mouth.

“Oh god- no, ___. Fuck, Angel- I can’t-” comes out Namjoon’s stuttered warning. Suddenly, he jerks out of your throat until only his head remains in your mouth, and then he’s cumming. Your eyes widen as you feel the bulbous cockhead pulsate in your mouth, shooting rope after rope of his thick cum into the back of your throat. Swiftly, you suck his cockhead, furiously swirling around the seam of his cockhead as you swallow down his cum. The heat of his semen slowly slides down your throat, and you moan around his cock, relishing in the salted taste.

“Fuck- stop,” Namjoon says, pushing your head off of him when the stimulation gets too much. You release his cock with a pop, pulling away and breathing deeply. He’s completely undone above you, naked and flushed with the most beautiful shade of dusky pink you’ve ever seen. It only serves to look even more tantalising paired with his smooth toffee skin. Pulling your swollen lips between your teeth, you gnaw on them, simply watching Namjoon inhale deeply as he slowly catches his breath and comes down from his high. Once Namjon gets his breathing back under control, he moves his head and looks down at you.

“Come ‘ere,” Namjoon says, reaching out for you. He takes your hand within his before pulling you to your feet. Namjoon’s hands automatically perch themselves on your hips, and he pulls you further between his thighs. Long, dexterous fingers trace along your hips and towards the hem of your top before sliding it up your torso and then divesting you of it. He presses his face against your skin, and you shiver when his lips run along the flesh, his breath fanning your stomach. Then, he’s guiding you to sit on his thighs.

“Gods, you’re so beautiful,” Namjoon says, looking up at you as his hand cups your jaw while his thumb runs over your swollen lips. His words cause your eyes to soften, and you cup his jaw with both your hands before kissing him tenderly. Namjoon’s eyes slip shut before deepening the kiss. Your mouth is filled with both the remnant taste of his salted cum as well as his sugary tongue gliding against yours. Involuntarily, you begin grinding against his thighs, your core completely dewy and hot, aching with the need for him.

Feeling your hot pussy against his naked thigh, Namjoon slowly lifts you off of him before spinning around and laying you down on the bed. Your hair fans out on his pillow, and Namjoon braces himself over you as both his arms cage your body. His lips never leave yours, finding it almost impossible to pull away. Your tongues dance sensually, Namjoon’s caressing yours tenderly as he pours every ounce of his feelings into the kiss. The only reason you both finally pull away is due to the ignited need for oxygen in both your lungs.

With a gasp, Namjoon breaks away, instead, peppering kisses along your jaw and down towards your neck. When his tongue scrapes against the outline of your clavicle you find yourself gasping. His teeth gently nibble your skin, pulling the supple flesh between his plush lips and sucking as he leaves his own mark on you. When he’s sufficiently marked you, he pulls away, admiring the pink flesh that will undoubtedly bruise. Reverently, he places a soft kiss against the mark before angling his neck and kissing the underside of your jaw.

Namjoon shifts his body down so his face is just over your breasts. Brushing his lips over the hem of your bra, Namjoon’s mouth grazes your breasts just slightly. With a groan, you arch into his tender touch. He’s so gentle with you and even more tender with the way his lips ghost every inch of your chest. It’s more affection than you’ve ever received during sex so you have no idea how to act. Instead, you place your hands on his shoulders and look at him curiously.

“Namjoon?” you ask, head tilting in question. Namjoon only hums in response, pressing a tender kiss to the top of your left breast before nuzzling into the soft mound.

“Aren’t you going to fuck me?” you ask, and Namjoon chuckles against your skin. He buries his face between your breasts, letting your breasts encompass his face as he kisses along your sternum, just above the hem of your bra.

“Mhm... gotta undress you first,” Namjoon replies. You blink before you feel his fingers gently trail along your side and under your back. Aiding him, you arch your back, letting him fumble around with the clasp for a few moments. When he can’t manage to undo the article, he lets out a little groan of irritation. You giggle before pushing him off of you. Sitting up, your arms unwind behind your back, and expertly, you unclasp the bra before sliding it off your arms and throwing it to the side. Namjoon bends over and presses a kiss against your shoulder.

“Sorry - it’s been a long time,” he apologises, his lips ghosting your shoulder as his breath fans your skin. Namjoon’s hand moves to lightly cup your breast, his thumb flicking the nipple until it grows hard under his touch.

“It’s- ah- okay Namjoon,” you gasp, your eyes fluttering at the action. Namjoon pulls away from your shoulder. His eyes darken, gaze flicking all over your chest. You blush under his stare, curling inwards as you cover your breasts from his view. Namjoon’s hand shoots out and grabs your hand before pulling it to his lips. He presses a single kiss against each of your fingertips before laying you back down on the bed.

“Don’t hide from me. You’re so beautiful,” Namjoon exalts, his words barely coming out as a whisper. Your heart trembles in your chest as he kisses his way down your torso. His nose nuzzles the side of your breast before kissing one of your nipples gently. Then his tongue flicks out and laves the bud until it hardens. Your hands shoot out and grip his hair, and you sigh as he continues peppering kisses along your breast before moving to the other one. When he finally feels he’s lavished your breasts with enough attention, he shifts further down - but not before pressing a kiss to the underside of each of your tits.

His hands move down to your hips, fingers sliding under your leggings before slipping both them and your underwear down your thighs. You watch as he kisses his way along the flesh, stopping at your knees. Bending your legs, you let him slip the last of your clothing off of you until you’re left entirely naked. Namjoon presses a kiss to the side of your knee before parting them, his eyes glued towards your exposed core. You blush under his stare and look away slightly, your face heating under his perusal.

“Are you going to fuck me now?” you mutter. You want nothing more than to feel him inside of you. Namjoon chuckles before kissing your inner thigh. He’s almost uncomfortably close to your core causing you to shift your hips nervously.

“Stop being impatient! Soon,” Namjoon admonishes, kissing closer to your pussy. You pull your lip between your teeth and worry it.

“But I sucked you off,” you point out.

“Yeah, and now I’m going to return the favour,” Namjoon whispers, his breath grazing your clit. The moment the words escape his mouth, however, you clamp your thighs shut. Namjoon barely has any time to move out of the way before looking at you in surprise. When he notices the nervousness that practically seeps through every pore of your body, he grows alarmed.

“Love? What’s wrong?” Namjoon asks, kissing your knee while soothingly running his hands down the sides of your thighs.

“I- umm… can we just fuck?” you ask, your jaw twitching.

“What? Do you not want me to eat you out?” Namjoon asks, more than curious by what had you so wound up all of a sudden.

“I- I’ve never…” you begin before looking away. Your fingers twist into the sheets, pulling them towards you - almost as if they were a lifeline.

“What?” Namjoon asks, his jaw dropping as he looks at you incredulously. “You’ve never been eaten out?” Namjoon continues, and you swallow thickly before nodding.

“B-But you gave me head! Probably the best head I’ve ever had,” Namjoon compliments, and despite yourself, you preen under his praise.

“M-My ex was the first and only other person I’ve slept with, and he’d usually make me suck him off before fucking me,” you breathe out, your voice almost inaudible. Namjoon freezes, his fingers gripping the side of your thighs tighter.

“And he wouldn’t eat you out?” Namjoon asks while continuing to tenderly massage your thighs. His touch is calming and gentle, the pads of his fingers soothingly pressing against your skin.

“He- He didn’t like going down on me. I asked once, and he said no because…” you begin before trailing off. Namjoon presses another kiss to your knee, shushing you.

“Because?” he gently coaxes. You take a deep breath, your spine shuddering.

“Because he didn’t like the way I tasted,” you finally manage to get out. Namjoon’s face contorts, his features scrunching as he looks at you in incredulity.

“So he just made you suck him off? Did he even bother making you cum?” Namjoon scoffs. It’s supposed to be an offhanded, sarcastic remark, but his words cause you to wince slightly.

“No,” comes your simple reply. Namjoon instantly freezes below you.

“What?”

“He… he never made me cum. Once he finished… he’d just expect me to finish myself off,” you whisper into the dark bedroom. The moment those words leave your mouth, Namjoon’s jaw clenches, and his fingers grip you tighter. The sudden change of touch causes you to turn your gaze toward him. His eyes are dark, his jaw twitching and lips set into a straight line. He’s not happy.

“Open your legs, Angel,” Namjoon commands, with more authority than you’re used from him. Your eyes widen slightly, and you shake your head.

“You don’t have to! Please,” you reply. Namjoon tuts before his fingers move to your inner thighs, prying your legs apart.

“No, I don’t have to - but I want to. Now come on, Angel, be good for me,” Namjoon coaxes. The sheer command in his voice causes you to blush, and instinctively, you part your thighs, wanting nothing more than to please him.

“Good girl,” Namjoon praises with a kiss to your thigh, and you mewl under his words, chest swelling at his praise. Namjoon shuffles further between your thighs, lips brushing over your pelvis. Namjoon places a soft kiss on your clit and the feel of his plush lips against your slightly hardened bud has you arching off the bed.

“Hnng Joon!” you groan, your voice low. Namjoon chuckles, his breath wafting over your heated core causing you to hiss.

“Gods you're so sensitive. You’re so pretty, Angel. I think this is the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” Namjoon says, and you whine, chest flushing warmer with heat.

“Joonie-” you whine, grabbing one of his pillows and smothering it on your face. Namjoon laughs again, before reaching up and gently cajoling the pillow out of your hands.

“Don’t hide from me, Angel - wanna see you. Wanna see the way you blush when I tell you you have a pretty pussy. Wanna see your face when I eat you out for the first time. Wanna see how you look when you cum on my tongue. Wanna see you when you cum for me over and over again,” Namjoon says before he presses another kiss to your clit.

“Namjoon,” you fluster, and despite the shyness that grips at you, you nod and spread your thighs marginally wider.

“Good girl. Now, lemme make you feel good,” Namjoon says. He shifts his hand from your thigh, his pointer finger circling your clit before running along the slit of your folds. His touch is featherlight, ghosting and caressing your dewy lips with the utmost care. It’s as if he’s adoring, venerating, each inch of your pussy.

“Oh,” you breathe out, fingers clenching in the sheets as he continues running his fingers through your folds.

“Fuck, you’re so responsive. I don’t know how anyone wouldn’t wanna make you cum,” Namjoon says before dipping a finger into you. You both hiss: you from the foreign pleasure and Namjoon from how tight your core grips his digit.

“You’re so tight,” Namjoon says, pushing his finger deeper until the entire length is buried into you. You whine out his name, your own fingers clenching tighter into his sheets before you let out a surprised gasp when thick lips wrap around your clit.

“Oh god,” you cry, eyes scrunching shut. You’d never felt suchpleasure in your entire life, and he’d barely even touched you. Namjoon gently suckles your little nub, his tongue flicking around your nub. You cry out louder, spine twisting off the bed. Namjoon slowly retreats his finger from inside you, watching as ropes of your honeyed arousal cling to the pad of his finger, the rest of the digit coated in a thin film of your wetness.

“Fuck, you’re so wet. Did sucking me off turn you on that much, Angel?” Namjoon asks cheekily. You blush harder from his words, but the way he sucks his finger, licking up your arousal while staring dead straight into your eyes has your core weeping with wetness. “You taste so good too. I don’t know why he wouldn’t eat you out. Fuck- I can’t get enough,” Namjoon groans before sliding his finger back in you as he licks as a stripe from his finger to your clit.

You bite your lip, your breathing growing harsher with every one of his ministrations. When Namjoon crooks the finger inside you in a ‘come hither’ motion while his tongue whirls around your clit, your hands shoot out and grip his hair. Your fingers thread into his silky locks, while you throw your head back, the crown pressing against the pillow. You writhe on top of him, hips undulating in the slightest motions as he slowly begins pumping the finger in and out of you. It’s more pleasure than you’ve been used to, and you have no idea how to feel. When you’d made yourself cum after all the times your ex had fucked you, it had never felt like this.

“Joo-nie,” you stutter, his name coming out choked, “please- more,” you groan. Namjoon sighs against your folds before you feel a second finger press into you. Your eyes screw shut, and you let out a pained cry as both pleasure and the stinging sensation of him opening you open, grip your being. You feel the two fingers inside you spread your core, Namjoon’s eyes watching as he opens you out. It’s only slightly uncomfortable, your core unused to the stretch, and you let out a soft whine.

Namjoon begins thrusting his fingers in and out, increasing the pace while occasionally curling his fingers inside you. The pumping of his fingers, paired with how his pads brush against the sweet spot inside you every time he curls his digit, slowly has you approaching the edge of your orgasm. Your skin begins flushing, and your flesh tingles almost as if someone was prickling your skin with hot pokers of pleasure. When your thighs begin shaking around his head, Namjoon lets out a groan. The vibrations reverberate around your clit, and you whimper. Suddenly, Namjoon nips at your clit, lightly tugging the nub between his teeth.

The sudden action has you flying off the edge. The knot in your stomach tightens almost painfully, and you wail out his name, your thighs shaking uncontrollably around him. Namjoon feels your soft, silken inner walls pulse around his digit and instantly knows you’re cumming. His eyes flick up, watching the way your chest heaves and you writhe on top of him. Your hips undulate and buck against his face as you ride out your orgasm.

Your back is completely arched off the bed, contorted in such a way he worries you’re going to hurt yourself. He can’t see your face from how far your head is thrown back, but he can see the movement of your throat and chest as you heave for oxygen while continuously wailing out his name. Your skin is heated bright pink, nipples twisting to hardened peaks before pushing further into the air from the way your back arches. He doesn’t think he’s seen anything more beautiful. More than that, he can’t believe your ex had never seen you like this. A part of him feels completely gleeful, knowing that he’s the first and only person that has ever seen you like this - and if he had his way, the lastand only person who would eversee you like this.

“Beautiful,” Namjoon whispers, unable to stop the word tumbling out his mouth. You, however, can’t hear him - completely lost in the haze of your euphoric orgasm. Namjoon presses light kisses to the inside of your left thigh, smiling into your skin as he feels the leg tremble erratically.

Namjoon swallows thickly as he watches a fresh wave of your cum seep out of your core, your walls contracting around his fingers from the aftershocks of your orgasm. Unable to stop himself, he moves his mouth towards your core before pushing his tongue as deep as it can go. The sudden intrusion causes you to jerk on top of him before you moan his name out, louder than you had intended to. Namjoon smiles under you before he begins languidly plunging his tongue inside you with rhythmic motions. One of your hands threads through his silken locks, fisting into his hair as the other moves to your mouth so you can bite down on it and quiet your cries.

“Oh- fuck- Namjoon! Joonie, please- I can’t,” you plead as you sit up and look down at him. It’s almost too much all at once. You’d never had an orgasm that powerful in your life, and the overstimulation was already taking over.

“It’ll fade in a bit, my love. Just wanna taste you. Promised to make you cum on my tongue,” Namjoon says, and his words are slightly muffled by your core. When he pushes his tongue in further, spreading your core with his fingers to make some room, you fall back onto the bed.

His expert tongue darts in and out of you, moving with such agility that you once again question whether it had a mind of its own. He alternates between tensing his tongue and plunging into you before relaxing it and letting it swirl inside your core. With each movement, he collects more and more of your arousal onto his tongue before drinking you down as if he’s a man starved. He finds your taste almost addictive: like it was the sweetest ambrosia gifted to him by the gods themselves.

Gradually, you feel the overstimulation fade until you’re left with just the pleasure of him eating you out. Your skin is heated, covered in a light sheen of sweat from your previous orgasm. The smell of sex fills the air along with the sound of Namjoon’s tongue lazily swirling inside you. It’s almost as if he’s trying to taste every single nook and cranny of your core, his tongue leaving no inch untouched. Your hands fall to your sides, fingers entangling into the sheets.

Namjoon slowly removes his fingers from your core, leaving only his tongue inside. You whine at the sudden loss - though you can’t complain because his tongue moves in ways that his fingers could only dreamof moving - only to mewl when he spreads your folds so he can push his tongue further into you. Retreating his tongue from inside you, Namjoon swirls it around the outside of your core before wrapping his lips around you clit and sucking. The sudden stimulation has you bucking into him, wanting more. You feel his lips curl as he smiles against you before he’s pulling away.

“Do- you- have- any- idea- how- good- you- taste?” Namjoon asks, punctuating each of his words with a soft kiss to your clit. You blush under his words, his eyes staring into yours earnestly. You’d definitely never heard that before.

“God, you’re so wet and so sweet. I could eat you forever. Angel, you have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen and the sweetest one I’ve ever tasted. I’d happily die here,” Namjoon compliments, and despite yourself, you giggle.

“Well, please don’t. I’ll miss you,” you giggle. Namjoon lets out a little groan, head falling to press against your pelvic bone.

“I don’t understand how you’re so fucking adorable when I’ve got my head buried in your pussy,” Namjoon grumbles, and your eyes widen before you let out a raucous laugh. The sound tingles in Namjoon’s ears, ringing so loudly he finds himself drowning in it. His face softens, his lips curling into a tender smile as he takes in your own bright smile. Your demeanour is completely different from when he first started eating you out: then you were wound tight, anxiousness exuding from you in waves. Now, however, you’re completely relaxed, eyes light and shining in the low lighting of his bedroom as you return your own tender smile.

He lifts his head and pushes his lips back into your folds. Reflexively, your head lolls back, eyes rolling into your skull. Namjoon moves his hands to grip under your ass; large palms press into the soft flesh before he tugs you, pulling your hips further into his face. Darting his tongue out, he begins swirling it all around your pussy once again as he laps up every droplet of your wetness.

“Joonie,” you sigh, eyes fluttering shut as you let him pleasure you in the best way possible. Gods were you missing out. Although, you don’t think Dojae would have even a quarter of the skill Namjoon does.

“I love the way you say my name, Angel,” Namjoon praises, and you preen under his words. Namjoon nuzzles his face into you, pressing kisses against each of your folds before continuing to plunge into you. Your fists curl tighter in the sheets, tugging them as you once again lose yourself in your pleasure. Namjoon brings his thumb to your clit, lightly rolling it under the pad.

“Oh- fuck, Joon,” you whimper, drawing out the syllable of his name. Thrusting his tongue back into your core, Namjoon feels your walls throb around his appendage. Instantly, he knows you’re on the cusp of cumming once again. Languidly, he begins circling his thumb against your clit, applying pressure onto it every now and then. His thumb, paired with the way his tongue laves your insides, has the knot in your abdomen tightening as flashes of euphoria run along your nerves. Involuntarily, your hips gyrate against his face, forcing him further and further into your core as you ride his face.

“That’s it, Angel, ride my face. Make yourself cum. Want you to cum on my tongue so I can taste how sweet you are again,” Namjoon moans against your folds, the vibrators causing you to shiver. When his thumb forcibly presses your clit down, rolling it in tight circles, you feel your stomach ignite. Your orgasm isn’t as strong as the first one. This time, it’s more gentle from Namjoon’s languid actions - but that doesn’t change the complete and utter rapture you feel. You gasp out his name, your toes curling and eyes rolling into your skull while your body quakes over him.

Namjoon helps you ride out your orgasm, your thighs trembling on either side of him. When you begin leaking, Namjoon groans. He wraps his luscious lips around your honeyed hole before drinking down your cum. The sounds are sloppy and wet as he slurps at you. The entire time, he continues twirling your clit under his thumb while his tongue happily laps your core, mouth suckling your centre and pulling your cum into his mouth.

It’s almost too much, and your eyes begin tearing up from the amount of pleasure you’re receiving. You gasp out his name when your pussy starts tingling in pain. Forcibly, you push Namjoon away, your thighs snapping shut and falling to the side onto the bed as your body trembles. Namjoon wipes his mouth on the back of his hand before crawling up to you. Hastily, he wraps his arms around your body and pulls you close into his chest. Your skin feels clammy against his, and the sheen of sweat on both your skin only serves to act as a glue to meld your flesh together.

Namjoon shushes you while petting your hair. He presses lazy kisses against the crown of your head as he holds you, awaiting you to come down from your high. You gasp against him, inhaling deeply as you suck oxygen back into your lungs. When you finally manage to come down from the incredible high of your orgasm, you feel Namjoon’s cock press against your naked thigh, completely hard and fully erect. Lazily, you lift your arm and wrap your hand around his shaft, pumping it up an down.

“Fuck- Angel, don’t do that unless you want me to fuck you,” Namjoon grunts. You giggle before twisting your neck and pressing a kiss against his muscular shoulder.

“Want you,” are the only words you manage to breathe out. Namjoon lets out a hiss before nodding. He lowers you onto your back before climbing on top of you, his arms caging you on either side.

Removing one arm, he braces all his weight onto the other arm. Swiping his hand through your fold, he gathers some of your wetness onto his palm before rubbing it into his cock as makeshift lubrication. Then, gripping the base of the shaft, he runs the head through your folds before finding your core. Taking in a deep breath, you brace yourself as he slowly pushes against your entrance. However, he’s so absurdly thick that, despite how wet you are, it takes a considerable amount of force for him to enter you.

“Ah- Namjoon,” you whimper, hands reaching out and clutching his shoulders tightly as he attempts to sink into you. His head enters you with a pop, and suddenly your core flares with pain from the stretch.

“You’re so fucking tight- are you okay?” Namjoon hisses before stopping, looking at you in worry at the way your eyes are scrunched up. You shake your head and hold onto his shoulders.

“Just- just wait. You’re so big,” you breathe out, panting as you wait for the stinging sensation to ease up. Namjoon bends over and kisses your shoulder, and you appreciate the gesture, but his movement only causes him to sink further into you. You cry out suddenly, and Namjoon freezes at your pained shriek.

“Angel?” Namjoon asks, and you open your eyes. Namjoon’s heart breaks at the tears pooled in them. Swiftly, he pulls out, and you hiss at the sudden loss of him, abruptly feeling empty.

“I’m sorry. Fuck- I’m so sorry love,” Namjoon apologises as he kisses your shoulders over and over again. You shake your head and give him a watery smile as you pull him in for a tender kiss. It’s incredibly soft, Namjoon’s lips moving languidly against yours as he pours out every apology into it. Breaking away, you press a kiss to his cheeks, where his dimples should be.

“It’s not your fault. It’s just been so long - more than a year and a half - and you’re huge,” you reply. Despite your words, Namjoon pouts, eyes slightly downcast.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispers. Your heart clenches at his crestfallen tone. Straining your neck, you press kisses against his cheek.

Suddenly, an idea pops into your mind. With a soft smile, you push Namjoon off of you before flipping yourself over. Namjoon looks at you curiously, allowing you to manoeuvre him until he’s sitting down. His back is pressed against the headboard of his bed, his legs stretched out. Throwing one leg over his thighs, you move until you’re straddling him. Almost on a reflex, Namjoon’s hands shoot out and hold your hips. You can feel his cock against your abdomen, thick, hot, and so incredibly heavy.

“Let me ride you,” you say before pressing a soft kiss on his lips.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Namjoon reiterates. Your heart soars as you giggle.

“It’s okay. You won’t. If I’m on top I can at least control the pace,” you reply. Namjoon looks uncertain, but the complete certainty in youreyes has him convinced.

“Okay, fine, but if it’s too much, just tell me and we can stop, okay?” Namjoon says before closing the distance and pressing a kiss against your lips.

“I promise,” you reply, your lips grazing his with each of your words. Flexing your thighs, you kneel over him before pressing your folds against his cock. You both let out a hiss, the heat of your cores melding together. Needing more of the friction, you press the length harder against your folds, letting out a low groan when it parts your nether lips.

You begin grinding your core against him, sliding along the length as you wet him in your arousal. With every movement, the head of Namjoon’s cock brushes against your clit, only serving to turn you on more and further coat him in your arousal. Namjoon’s fingers flex on your hips, gripping them harder as he helps you move over him. His eyes are trained on your face, completely enamoured with the way your eyes flutter into a half-lidded state and your mouth circles into an ‘o’ shape as pleasure grips you. When his cock is practically drenched with your wetness and his shaft becomes slippery, you position your entrance over his head once again.

“Go slow, alright love?” Namjoon reminds you. Your eyes snap open before you roll them at him.

“We’ll be fine- I’ll be fine. Now, hush,” you hiss. Namjoon laughs a bit before nodding. Taking a deep breath, you once again brace yourself as you get ready to sink down on him. You relax the muscles of your core as much as you can before you descend on his length. Once again, you feel the head press against your entrance, almost mercilessly. This time, you’re just a little more prepared - and aided by how wet and slippery you’ve made him - so his bulbous head sinks into you easier. The moment his head pops in, you still and let out a low whimper. Namjoon’s jaw clenches, fingers gripping your hips harder as he holds you still above him.

“Breathe, love,” Namjoon whispers. Despite how incredibly transcendent you feel, he knows it’s been a long while since you’ve had anyone inside you and that you’d need time to adjust. More than that, however, he doesn’t want to hurt you. You nod, panting above him.

With another deep breath, you sink another inch, letting out a soft cry. Namjoon hisses, feeling his cock slowly open your walls around him. You’d been tight around his finger, but now your walls have an almost vice-like grip on his cock. Gathering your courage, you continue sinking further and further down on him, stopping numerous times to let yourself adjust. Long, excruciatingly drawn-out moments later, you finally sink down on him to the hilt of his shaft. Namjoon lowly moans, his head falling back and thumping against the headboard.

“Gods, how are you this big? This is impossible,” you groan out, your throat hoarse, and despite himself, Namjoon laughs. He lifts his head and presses a kiss against your forehead before brushing his nose against yours.

“Sorry, Angel,” Namjoon apologises once again. You both sit completely still. He’s so deep inside you, you can almost feel him in your throat. However, as you both sit completely motionless, feeling each other, you can’t help but bask in the intimacy of it all. You have no idea how long you keep him nestled inside you - it’s as if time has come to a standstill for just the two of you - feeling his length pulsate inside you rhythmically, almost as if you can feel his heartbeat. He stretches you out more than anyone has - or probably could, or would - and his shaft is warm inside you.

In fact, you get so lost in how good he feels inside you, that you completely forget the pain and instead pull him in for a kiss. Namjoon lets out a soft sigh against your lips. Your lips move sluggishly against each other, and Namjoon’s tongue darts out to lick the seam of your lips. Granting him access, you part your mouth and allow his tongue to slip inside and curl around yours. Instinctively, your hands run up the corded muscles of his shoulders before your fingers entangle in the hair at the nape of his neck.

His tongue glides against yours sensually, and though the taste of your cum is heavy on both his lips and tongue, his natural sugary sweetness cuts through the heady taste. It’s completely intoxicating. All of your sensations overwhelm you: your pussy rippling around his throbbing cock, the feel of his tongue against yours, his hands on your back. You feel yourself drowning further and further in him, the naturally sweet taste of him coating your tongue - until you find yourself completely at home, encased in everything that feels, tastes and smells like Namjoon.

Your lungs begin aching for oxygen, but you ignore the slight burn, knowing you have time before you have to pull away. In fact, you just don’t wantto pull away. You want to feel his lips against yours forever; you want to keep him buried inside you so you could wholly feel him forever. Tenderly, sensuously, your tongues move against each other, lips pressing so tightly together it’s almost as if they’re fused together. Your torso falls into his, your soft chest flush against his hard, sculpted one.

Skin against skin, mouth against mouth, and with how deep he’s inside you, you have no idea where Namjoon starts and where you end. Your skin practically melds together until it feels like you are one being - as if you and Namjoon are the only two people in the universe and have eternally fused together as one. Your heart flutters in your ribcage, and you’re completely floored by the sheer amount of emotion that wells up in your chest.

Viciously, the need for oxygen ignites in your chest, and you and Namjoon jerk violently as you break the kiss. Your hands untangle from his hair and move to grip his shoulders. Pressing your forehead against his, you both gasp for air, breaths circling the atmosphere and mingling together until you can practically taste Namjoon in the air. Long gone is the pain of him stretching you open, so far into the back of your mind you can’t even remember it, and you’re only left with the pleasure.

Keeping your eyes locked on his, you flex your thighs and slowly ascend off of him until only his cockhead is nestled in your depth. Namjoon exhales deeply but forces his eyes to stay locked on you as you slowly start riding him. Each and every one of your movements allows you to feel every ridge, every vein, and every inch of his length. You’re sure that after this, the feel of Namjoon’s cock would forever remain engraved into the silken softness of your walls.

Slowly, you begin writhing on top of him, your hips swirling and swivelling on his cock. Every now and then your eyelids flutter, completely taken by the sensual euphoria you feel. You’ve never felt like this before - would probably never feel like this again unless it was Namjoon. Hell, you don’t wantto feel like this with anyone butNamjoon. Your breathing becomes laboured, and Namjoon gently begins thrusting up inside you. His motion hits that sweet spot inside of you, and you can’t help but whimper out his name.

“Gods you’re beautiful,” Namjoon reveres, his hands lightly tracing up your sides before cupping one of your breasts in each hand. You moan under his ministrations, revelling in the way his thumbs reverently graze your nipples, his eyes never leaving yours. You both begin moving more urgently, pleasure overtaking every one of your senses. With your foreheads still pressed against each other, you can feel Namjoon’s lips brush against yours with every moan and groan that slips past them. You swallow thickly, feeling closer to him than you have ever felt before.

Goosebumps prickle at your skin, and the hairs on the back of your neck stand upright. Your stomach twists and turns, the knot forming as you gradually feel yourself approach the precipice. Unable to contain yourself anymore, you freely begin whimpering against Namjoon’s lips. Your hips continue squirming against his, his cock hitting deeper and deeper with every one of Namjoon’s little thrusts inside of you. Your skin begins tingling, nerves prickling with the heat of your incoming orgasm.

It’s almost too much - the pleasure, the emotions, and the loveyou feel. Your heart begins palpitating in your chest, beating so hard and fast that your chest begins to ache and the sound thunders, echoing in your eardrums. Almost as if he senses your emotional turmoil, Namjoon releases your breasts. Large palms slide down your arms before taking your hands between his and lacing the fingers through his. You swallow once again, and your eyes sting as you feel your orgasm approach.

“Namjoon,” you breathlessly whisper in warning. Although, you’re unsure whether you’re warning him about your approaching orgasm or the sheer depth of emotion running amok in your chest.

“I know. I know, my love,” Namjoon whispers softly. They’re simple words, and he can’t possibly know what you feel or how much you’re feeling - but it feels like he can.

Namjoon brings your hands to his lips and, gently, reverentially, presses tender kisses into the pads of your fingers. Your breath hitches, chest crumpling at the attentive action. Then, he releases one of your hands and runs his palm along your side before pushing it between your bodies and to where the two of you are connected. You feel his fingers brush against your clit, sweeping over the nub over and over again. The additional stimulus causes you to cry out. You grip his hand tighter, squeezing it as your eyes screw shut, tears finally welling up in them.

“Namjoon- I-” you begin but fall short. You have no idea what to say or how to express yourself, too caught up in the feeling of everything. It’s all toomuch all at once.

“Shhh. It’s okay Angel. You can cum,” Namjoon coos. He pulls you further into him, his lips brushing against your forehead as he continues toying with your clit.

“Ah. AH- AH! Namjoon!” you finally sob. Your peak hits a crescendo, and your orgasm ricochets through you with more force than you expected. Namjoon groans, feeling your pussy ripple uncontrollably around his cock before tightening. Your walls contract rhythmically, and suddenly, his hips still as he begins cumming.

Rope after rope of Namjoon’s cum slowly fills you. His warmth practically burns inside you, coating your walls white and claiming every single piece of you as his. Your throat closes up with the emotions you feel. Bliss. Euphoria. Contentment. Belonging. Love. Home. Your joint climax, along with the emotion you feel and the way Namjoon’s cum warms your insides, cause your senses to go haywire, and suddenly you’re overloaded with stimulus, and everything becomes far too overwhelming. You jerk your hand away from him and press the heels of your palms into your eyes as you begin sobbing uncontrollably on top of him. His name escapes your lips, over and over again, as if it were a prayer - but more because it’s the onlything your pleasure addled mind could think of.

Through the haze of his own orgasm, Namjoon can feel you call out to him, and when he finally comes to, he’s surprised by the sobbing, overwhelmed form of you on top of him. Despite the way his muscles ache, he reaches out to you and gently gathers you into his arms. Namjoon pulls you into his chest, and you find yourself dwarfed by his body as he holds you in his arms. Gently, Namjoon runs his large hands over your back, head nuzzling into the crook of your neck before lazily pressing kisses along your shoulder. Softly, he coos at you, his voice low and soothing as he talks you down from the overpowering high of your orgasm.

“It’s okay my love. It’s okay. I’ve got you. Come on, Angel. I’ve got you, it’s okay,” Namjoon repeats over and over again as he lavishes your skin with kisses. Gradually, the scent of vanilla and warm amber fills your senses. Somehow, his words manage to break through the haze, and your hands leave your eyes, instead, shooting out and holding him. You grip him tightly, arms wrapped around his broad shoulders as you desperately cling to him. Namjoon turns his head and kisses your temple as he lets you cry into his shoulder.

“Namjoon. Namjoon, I-” ‘I love you’. The words are at the tip of your tongue, but you just can’t seem to get them to form. Namjoon’s face softens. The words are at the tip of his own tongue, but like you, he can’t bring himself to say them. It wasn’t the right time - not yet, at least. He feels it - knowsit with every fibre of his being - knows that you are it for him. You were the only one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, just like he was sure you knew it - yet neither of you can say it. Namjoon accepts that because, eventually, you would say it - just not now. Not when your emotions were already far too overwhelming.

So, instead, “It’s okay. I know. I know. I’ve got you,” is what Namjoon says.

Slowly, he turns you both over before laying you down gently on the bed. Delicately, he eases out of you, only causing you to cry harder against him from the loss of him inside you. Namjoon knows he should get up and grab a cloth to clean you up, but from the way you’re clinging to him, he knows there’s no way he can do that. Instead, he decides that that can wait till the morning. Right now, you need him more than anything.

He shifts so that he can wrap you both in the covers before gathering you back into his embrace. You find comfort in his arms, your cries slowly calming down as Namjoon tenderly rubs your back. Exhaustion grips at every fibre of your being when your cries finally still. Despite this, however, you continue clinging to Namjoon, refusing to leave his arms. You can hear his heartbeat right under your ear, and slowly, you allow the calming rhythm to lull you to sleep. Namjoon listens to your breath as it slowly becomes deeper. Then, with a smile, he pulls you closer and drifts off to sleep himself.

A/N: God I really didn’t mean to just,,,, flex on y’all with that 9k smut goodness but i guess i just,,, fucking DID. also how do y’all CLOWNS feel thinking he’d be DOM and DADDY during their FIRST TIME smh,,,, nO he’s SOFT n GENTLE n SWEET and i fuckING LOVE HIm. anyway, as usual, pls lemme know what you thought of it!!!

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mysterioh · 5 years ago

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UPDATED JUNE O1. 2020

ｓｔｅｖｅｒｏｇｅｒｓ

↝ where angels fear to tread

wip | mob!au | updates on AO3 only

previously named the ignorant beauty and the beast of new york.

saturdays mornings are reserved for sleeping in. yours, however, consists of a stupid art assignment and a nosy mobster.

↝ paronomasia

oneshot | parent!au

In which Steve tortures his family with dad jokes.

↝ a surprise for uncle bucky

oneshot | parent!au

your kids get uncle bucky a sweet gift.

↝ a love story for rainy days

oneshot | college!au

steve always finds you standing in the rain with your umbrella.

prompts

“hey before you doze off—can I ask you a quick question?”

“no, don’t cry. I hate it when you cry.”

“this takes finesse and focus, none of which you have.”

“i can’t stop thinking about you. + why don’t you just kiss me?”

ｂｕｃｋｙｂａｒｎｅｓ

↝ one more hour

coming soon | getaway driver!au

bucky becomes a getaway drive for a local gang to earn some extra cash as his wife is pregnant. bucky swears he’ll stop when he’s made enough. but when exactly is enough, enough?

↝ here kitty kitty

wip | cat hybrid!au| hiatus

you're a cat person. so when you find a kitty hiding in a battered cardboard box in an alleyway you just had to take him home. he needed a place to stay and you wanted a friend. a win-win situation or so you thought. turns out mr. barnaby is actually a two-thousand-year-old cursed soul reaper who's been banished to the land of the living. don't believe me? just add water.

↝ hello neighbor

wip | single parent!au | hiatus

brooklyn heights’ residential playboy has got his eye set out on the new girl across the hall. she’s got it all. the looks. a killer smile. a pretty laugh. two cute kids……………..wait a second.

↝ saajanji ghar aaye

wip | desi!au | hiatus

after a brisk romance in london, bucky follows you back to your home in upstate new york where the preparations for your marriage to the son of a family friend are well underway. as the inevitable countdown to your wedding begins, bucky remains optimistic in his pursuit of your love and your family’s acceptance.

↝ crown jewel

oneshot | thief!au

james barnes is a notorious jewel thief known for looting the rich while they drink and dance in merriment. during one particular heist, he ends up purloining the rarest jewel of them all; your heart.

↝ busted

oneshot | professor!au

nat asks you about a certain contact by the name of “bucky boo bear 🐻💖💕💗” and gets the surprise of a lifetime.

↝ panacea

oneshot

bucky barnes was a disease. his hands were stained with blood and had a thousand sins burdening his shoulders. it goes without saying he didn’t have a reason to stay. that is until he gets a dose of your infectious smile and healing laughter, a cure-all in the form of a bubbly avenger, did bucky think to himself it might not be so bad to stick around.

↝ ticket to my heart

oneshot | cop!au

bucky tries to flirt his way out of a speeding ticket. unfortunately for you, it’s working.

↝ body aches & cupcakes

oneshot

you and bucky are sore all over and decide to spend a calming, lazy day together, but sam won't stop asking stupid questions.

↝ devil no. 4

oneshot | devil!bucky

In order for the devil to steal his victim’s soul they must sign a contract. This is has never been a problem for Bucky before—until he met you.

prompts

“let’s go to 7Eleven”

“no don’t cry. i hate it when you cry.”

“i’m not fine. i know i said i was but i’m not.” + professor!bucky

“the truth is, i never loved you.”

“i was doing fine, really, and then you waltz back in like you didn’t break my heart.” + modern!bucky

“is that the best you can do?” + mafia!bucky

“this can’t be real. it all feels like a fever dream.” + mob!bucky

“are you drunk?”

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istheresomebodywhocanimagine · 6 years ago

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Death of a Bachelor (NSFW)

Alone at a table for two / And I just wanna be served / And when you think of me / Am I the best you’ve ever had? / Share one more drink with me / Smile even though you’re sad

“You ever thought of taking out an insurance policy on your entire body?” Roger asked, feigning complete seriousness as he buttoned up his red plaid shirt, his leather jacket haphazardly tossed over the luggage stand across the room where it had been shed earlier. He was still a sight to behold in his boxers, a mid-40’s man who had aged better than any of your other men combined. He was just barely wrinkled, but his scruffy, short blonde hair eliminated any age that his face showed by giving him a young adult boyishness that was so alluring, you thought it should be illegal.

“Are you really asking me if I’ve considered insuring my pussy?” you laughed, shaking your head as you stepped back into your dress, shimmying to get it up over your hips before sliding your arms into the straps one by one. Walking over to where he was, you resumed buttoning up his shirt for him, quickly running your tongue over your lower lip as you focused on each individual button. “Have I truly got you that whipped, Rog?”

“Sweetheart, every part of you is an asset. If I were you, I’d be insuring my sex for millions.” His impish grin took even more age off of his face as he chuckled at himself, grabbing his sunnies from the nightstand and perching them on his head. When you finished buttoning his shirt, you patted his chest gently, then made your way across the room to grab his jacket for him while he pulled his pants on, shamelessly staring at your ass and getting caught in the act when you turned back around.

“Mr. Taylor, I don’t remember giving you permission to gawk at my rear end,” you chastised gently, bringing his jacket back over to him as he rolled his eyes, buttoning his trousers up. When you held out the jacket, he took it gratefully, pulling it on.

“I pay good money, I should be able to get a gentleman’s glimpse at your arse,” he complained, checking his pockets for his keys as his keen blue eyes still watched you carefully, gauging your reaction.

“Should charge you extra for that,” you teased, heading over to the mirror on the opposite wall and starting to comb through your hair with a brush that was in your purse. You still had another place to go tonight, and though Roger didn’t know that, he had an inkling of a suspicion from the way you obsessed over the stray hairs.

“You charge the other chaps extra for that?” he asked plainly, a slight edge of accusation in his voice even though he desperately tried to get rid of it. Even if it wasn’t his place to be angry about you seeing other men besides him, there was still an innate sense of ownership and possessiveness that was seared deeper and deeper into his soul every time you moaned his name. The two-syllable word leaving your lips was addictive to him – how unbelievably sinful you sounded when you said it, and yet so sweet, like an angel calling down from on high.

Your expression soured in an instant as soon as Roger brought up the other men. He meant well, you knew that, but it still annoyed you that he used your multiple partners as advantage against you, keeping you in your place when you felt like you were supposed to be the one in control of it all. Even if he was the supplier, the sugar daddy, you still felt like you had the monopoly on him, and whenever he brought up your other side projects, you quickly found the fault in your assumptions. And you hated that. Accepting that you’re somewhat delusioned with a tempestuous, uncertain lifestyle is no easy task, and Roger made you face that fact more often than you’d like.

“Roger, we’ve already discussed this,” you replied icily, shoving your brush back in your purse before pulling out your powder, dusting the sweatier parts of your face with a layer of powder to eliminate any traces of Roger’s work that was done on your body. But then he was right there, his arm wrapping around your waist and hand resting on your tummy as he gazed at you through the mirror, daring you to rebuke him, egging you on.

But you couldn’t, and you both knew it. His lips ghosted along your shoulder as you slowly sat down the powder on the desk in front of you, resting a hand on top of his and gripping the edge of the desk with the other to steady yourself. Roger’s clothed hips rocked against you from behind, pressing his already hardening erection into your ass and making you moan out involuntarily. You let your lips stay slightly parted as you forgot why you were leaving in the first place, Roger’s voice overwhelming your senses as he spoke.

“Tell me that any one of them can leave you half as satisfied as I leave you,” he crooned against your neck, his lips unbearably close to your ear as he pinned your hips to the desk with his, his impossibly beautiful blue eyes meeting yours in the mirror. “Tell me.”

“God, Roger, I can’t,” you almost whispered, your voice catching in your throat as you tried and failed to tear your gaze away from his, red hot arousal and some shame coloring your cheeks red as you started to grind back against him, unable to help yourself. There was already wetness pooling between your legs again, betraying your will.

“Call off your other fuck for the night and I’ll cover what he was going to pay.” Roger’s voice was sultry, tempting, and you paused in moving your hips as you hesitated, wondering whether the deal was worth it. You wanted desperately to show Roger you were stronger than this, but the hardening impression of his cock on your ass was making it very hard to say no. “I’ll buy you dinner too,” he added, and you sighed in sweet defeat as you reached for the phone, pulling your little black book out of your purse and flipping through the pages to find Tom’s number.

As you dialed it shakily, Roger hiked up the bottom of your dress, no panties to impede his progress as he unbuttoned his trousers quickly , listening to the phone ring as he dropped his boxers and trousers both, his cock springing out of its restraints and slapping against the back of your thighs as Tom answered politely.

“This is Tom, Hello?”

“Hi, Tommy,” you greeted carefully, Roger grunting in annoyance as he wrapped his hand around his cock, giving it a few strokes before sliding it between your folds, starting to grind up against you in an effort to speed up your progress. Taking a shaky breath away from the receiver, you then continued. “It’s Y/N. Listen, I’ve been feeling a bit under the weather and I can’t keep my lunch down, I’m sorry. I think I’ll have to cancel our meeting tonight!”

“Well, shit. No getting around that, I guess. Let me know if you need anything, sweetums. And I’ll see you next week, right?”

“Yes,” you confirmed, Roger’s disapproval manifested by the way he pushed you down over the desk, making you bend over fully so he could see you on display. “See you then. Goodbye!”

“Get better!” With that, you hung up quickly, cutting the conversation as Roger chuckled sardonically, teasing your entrance with the tip of his cock and making you whine softly as you let your cheek come to rest on the cool wood of the desk, a needy look in your eyes that made Roger smirk, extremely satisfied with his effect on you.

“What a cuck. It’s a wonder you keep him around.” Lining himself up, you waited with bated breath, biting your lip to silence any whimpers that threatened to leave them. “And feeling under the weather? I think I’ve got just the cure.”

welcome to spring break by whitney! i’m on a partial hiatus, so this is what i’ve lined up for my absence. let me know what you think of this one, leave comments, feedback, anything! this is the last of the trio - leave notes on the one you like the most, and i’ll chose whichever one seems to be the most well-received to start a new series once TNC is over! have a great week yall <3

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verobatto · 6 years ago

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Destiel Chronicles

(Vol. III)

It was a love story, from the very beginning

(4x10/4x15/4x16)

"Getting too close to you."

Hello my friends! How are you? Enjoying the hiatus?? Are you boring? Well... I bring to you my third volume of these meta project. Helped by my talented friend @agusvedder , she made the gifs on this meta and also gave me some ideas in our discussions.

I decided to divide this topic (Castiel) In two parts. So you will see volume III and IV will be talking mostly about Edlund's episode 16 from season 4.

In this first part I wanted to talk to you about Castiel growing interest in Dean's and how Angels disapproved it. I hope you enjoy this as we enjoyed analysing it.

Let's start...

"He likes you."

When Cas get closer to Dean with the heart to heart conversation on the park, the heads of the Angel took control of that situation. It was scandalous that an angel wanted to get close to a human. Angels don't do that. Have feelings for an angel could be risky for Heaven's mission, and more if that angel was Castiel. So... In 4x10 (the episode where Anna had sex with Dean) Uriel visited our hunter in his dreams. It was weird for Dean bc... Till that moment, the one who was the nexus between Heaven orders and him was Castiel, so when he asked Uriel where was CAS... Uriel answered in such a mockery way...

Gif credit @never-forget-viva-la-pluto

Even then angels knew Castiel was in risk, they saw the angel was getting too close to Dean Winchester, and that could be a dangerous game.

So since then, Uriel was in charge.

It was very important the scene in 4x16 when Uriel and Castiel went to pick up Dean, they needed him to break Alastair... Uriel was in charge and Castiel was in soldier mode, obediently settled on the backwards.

When Castiel tried to empathize with Dean again... Saying "We know this has to be hard for you..." Uriel cut him off, turning to see CAS and immediately said :" AND WE DON'T CARE." And Cas's attitude was automatically avoid all eye contact and stay firm as a soldier in duty.

But Dean insisted, even with Uriel there, giving him the orders from Heaven, Dean talked directly to CAS, as if Uriel wasn't there.

Cas looks hurt, he doesn't want to do this... But he has to. They have orders and he had been scolded by his superiors for getting to close to this human, for worrying about Dean's feelings.

Uriel cut the drama again, and corrected both, Dean and Castiel, saying "He isn't asking you.", And they kidnapped him.

Castiel's honesty

Honesty, as we know Castiel uses with Dean, brutally sincere, and it always let Dean without words...

When they arrived where Alastair was, Uriel started to talk again with Dean, but Dean... Wanted to talk with Castiel, so Uriel left.

Dean asked CAS why Uriel was in charge... And CAS, as always, was very sincere...

First gif ... Dean can't understand what is Castiel referring about, but then, Castiel strikes again with such sincere confession...humans in my charge become YOU. And Dean remains speechless, his face is priceless, he drops his gaze but focused on Cas (maybe checking him out, like..m are you flirting with me?). The hunter is trying to process those intense and intimate words. It looks like nobody ever have told him such profound words, since Castiel appeared in his life, the angel had said to him this kind of things so deep and huge, changing him forever.

The quote "Doorways to DOUBT" here is very very symbolic and important, because DOUBT WAS ALREADY IN CASTIEL'S HEART, but angels didn't know this, they tried to separate CAS from Dean, by putting Uriel in charge.

Immediately after this... Cas took soldier position again, showing to Dean his profile, Dean passed by him, and as if he was begging... He said... "Believe me, you don't want me to do this."

And CAS empathizes again with him...

Is bc, he just can't with it. He knows he doesn't have to get close to Dean, but is impossible not to do that, because everything is pushing him around this human. They are magnets for each other.

Then Dean's face again, when he heard Castiel's sincere words... He knows then... He has not choice there... Bc Castiel is there doing that against his will as well.

Heart to heart again.

And is very beautiful how this episode ends... It ends with CAS going to the Hospital visit Dean, to see if he is ok.

This reminded me CAS and Dean in the park being honest with each other... Well now is time for Dean... And here is where Dean cried in front of CAS... Such an huge thing here...

Cas was honest with him, very, he've just killed Uriel, and now his doubts about Heaven are settled on him. (I will talk about Anna as a representation of his doubts and foreshadow for Castiel's fall in volume IV). So, even if Heaven said he had not allowed to get close to Dean, he ended sitting by the hunter's bed, talking with him.

And CAS tells Dean each truth he had about Heaven's plans, everything he knew.

And he listened to this broken human, and watched him cry. Touched again by him. By his feelings. Empathizing again, getting too close to him again.

To conclude:

Cas was scolded by heaven for getting too close to Dean, so they switches command with Uriel

Knowing Castiel was worrying about Dean's feelings, Uriel was used as the new cockblocker here, and Castiel tried to remain as a soldier, avoiding eye contact with Dean.

Asking Dean something horrible that made him feel so wrong, just allowed his doubts to grow more.

Even with his orders, Castiel went to see Dean at the Hospital, knowing he was in that shape because of Uriel's fault, and they had a heart to heart conversation, showing us the importance of their recently relationship by writing Dean crying in front of Castiel.

I hope you like this volume, c-u in the next one!

Note: If you want to check Vol. I is here and Vol. III here.

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a-fandom-life-for-me · 6 years ago

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Lazarus Rising 4x01

I want to beat the hiatus blues with some SPN throwback so let's play an ask game (as tagged by @ain-t-bovvered ).

I will watch the first 2 suggested random SPN episodes that are left in my ask. I’ll answer to you with my commentary on it.

@castiel-saved-me-from-myself challenged me to watch 4x01 “Lazarus Rising” which is honestly THE episode where I crossed over from “this is a good show” to full on fandom obsessed. Coincidently this is also the episode I discovered I have a massive wing kink so thanks a lot Maria for exploiting that 😆

Ok here we go…

Oh right dean was in hell, that was a horrible deathscene.

How is dean so calm? Like, waking up buried alive islegit my biggest fear

Zombiieeeeeeeee lol jk

Thirsty dean!!!! Boy he just doesn’t know how thirsty yet;)

Holy perfect abs batman!

The HANDPRINT!!!!!!!!!! *SQUEALING*

Of course he gotta grab that busty Asian beautiesmagazine….

But clearly Cas don’t approve… *high pitched ringingsound*

DEAN THAT’S YOUR FUTURE BAE TRYING TO TALK TO YOU *gross sobbing*

Dean trying to call bobby who gives zero fucks lol

BOBBYYYYYYY

Dean: “you’re the closest thing I have to a father” *more gross sobbing*

Surprise holy water to the face is never not funny

Bobby: “What do you remember?” Dean: "Not much…" *mr fizzles thinks you’re a liarrrrrr*

HANDPRINT AGAIN

Hey there future Mrs. Padalecki!

Pizza men lol *whispers* foreshadowingggg

Sam. Is. Ripped….. holy shit I forgot how thick he was inthis season

“Hiya Sammy” awwww

Bro hug! no waIt, denial first… THEN bro hug, theWinchester way.

Awkward Gen lmao “are you two like… together?”

Sam: “Oh wait you probably want this back” IT’S THE SAMULET (where the heck is that thing now?)

Dean calling his baby sweetheart and getting mad at Sam for putting in an iPod dock is the most Dean thing ever

Dean: “Where’s Ruby?” Sam, casually shrugs: "Dead or in hell.“ *Mr fizzles thinks you’re a liarrrrrrrrr*

Pamela!! ugh I loved her, that crazy bitch is my spiritanimal

The sexy banter is strong with this chick. Strong like that gun show she is sporting in that tank top. I am not a lesbian but hotdamn!

Handprint again!!!

And we finally get our overlord’s name: Castiel

Noooooooo there goes Pamela’s eyes.

Pamela is blind and the boys just go out for pie? Uh, ok Iguess.

Oh shit, Demon Diner

Demon: “What makes you so special?” Dean: “I like tothink its because of my perky nipples.” Finally something truthful. Yes Dean,you have some beautiful nipples. I’d like to see them more often. Just asuggestion…

Dean bitch slaps a demon and basically drops the mic “that’s what I thought, roll out Sammy, here’s some cash for the pie.” Never mind that’s the most Dean thing ever.

Dean” “We’re dealing with a bad mofo here.” lmao no honey you’re dealing with a softie lil angel

Where’s Sam sneaking off to?

Castiel tried to talk to dean again, only this time there’sa mirror above a bed?! *cough* foreshadowing* cough*

Bobby comes to the rescue but like, why isn’t he affected? Plot hole…

Sam: “I’m getting a burger.” Dean: “Bobby and I are getting beers.” But no one is doing what they say and it’s just Oprah screaming “you get a lie, you get a lie, EVERYONE GETS A LIE!”

Sam is back at demon diner where all the demons have had their eyes burnt out and waitress demon says “I could smell your soul half a mile away” and now I’m really super intrigued. What does a soul smell like???This is gonna keep me awake at night now.

Oh right demon blood addict Sammy with his demonbanishing powers. That was bad but it was also pretty damn BAMF.

Hello again Future Mrs. Padalecki! Or should is say RUBY*GASSSSP*

The barn all covered in symbols oh shit here we go!!!!!!

I am honestly shaking I’m so excited…..

Ugh random Sam and Ruby scene…

Ok back to the barn, HERE we go…

Rumbling… omg omg omg omg

Dean: “maybe it’s the wind.” No Dean ITS NOT THE WIND

SPARKS

DOOR

IN HE WALKS ALL GLORIOUS IN TRENCH COAT AND SPARKS AND BLUE EYES AND…. SEX HAIR

“I’m the one who gripped you tight and raised you fromperdition.” FUCKING ICONIC

Dean gets all stabby but the “aww that’s cute” look onCastiel’s face when he pulls out that knife slays me.

The first time he says Dean’s name in that deep, celestialrumble of a voice… Dean didn’t stand a chance.

“I’m an angel of the lord.” He says completely casually like NBD.

I love how they cannot take their eyes off each other

“You have no faith.” Finally some truth… heartbreakingtruth.

YAS WINGSSSSSSSSSSSS *incoherent screeching*

Dean: “that was you talking? Next time, lower the volume buddy.” Poor Castiel he looks so sad, someone give him a hug.

WAIT it gets worse…

“Some people can perceive my true visage, I thought youwould be one of them.” You can see the moment his heart breaks a little. Ugh mine broke too. Again. Every time.

Holy tax accountant lol poor Jimmy. If that’s what Dean thinks a tax accountant looks like then where can I find one? That sex hair is just… uhhhhhhh

Awwwwwwww :3 we have our first confused puppy head tilt

But its to ask, “Don’t you think you deserved to besaved?” aaaaaand now my heart broke again.

We have work to do…. CUE SUSPENSFUL MUSIC oh boy get ready for it guys, you have quite an eventful 9 years ahead of you!!!

Thanks for that roller coaster trip down memory lane @castiel-saved-me-from-myself

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Your Heart is as Black as Night

Im back bitches.

ha ha ha I had to say it. So this is an attempt to get my feet wet. I have been on hiatus for almost 8 months, my life got super crazy, I had to make some adjustments and I had to reevaluate my life. Hopefully I will be able to start posting again. I can’t thank my newest friend @pinknerdpanda for being amazing enough to read through this with me and fuel my Benny obsession. This came up after listening to Your heart is as black as night by Beth Hart and Joe Bonamassa. I am a die hard for jazz music. I love the sultry feel, the vibe, all of it! Hope you enjoy! Here is a link to the song xx

I tagged only those that I have kept in contact with. If you would like to be added let me know.

Pairing: Reader x Benny

Word Count: 2917

Warning: Smut

There was chatter across the bar as you stepped on stage. You set your tumbler of whiskey on the back of the piano as you passed, your heels clicking on the hardwood of the stage. You swayed your hips and let the silk of your dress slide against your skin, putting off a sultry vibe, stopping at the large microphone at the center of the stage. You licked your red stained lips scanning the crowd. This was your place, on stage with the band.

“Hello boys!” You crooned, smiling as the crowd whistled and catcalled. You loved singing here. The smell of alcohol and cigar smoke, all the people, it was your favorite place to be, even if it was illegal.

This particular speakeasy drew all sorts of men, sailors, mob bosses, the rich, even the coppers. It was quite the mash of men. The bar was packed tonight, not an empty seat in the place. You smiled at the chief of police that was sitting near the back, and winked at the fire chief sitting in the front row tonight. The entire crowd of men were dressed to the nines, from their double breasted suits to their wing tipped shoes and hats. It was always a good night when you were singing.

“What’ll it be tonight?” You asked scanning each of the men in the crowd. Some called out, others whistled. You smiled in response, nodding and winking at a few of them. It was much easier to sing to a crowd that was enthralled and engaged.

You smiled as you thought about what to sing, scanning the dimly lit room until your eyes found his. Piercing blue eyes framed by long dark lashes. He had been in every night for almost three weeks. You hadn’t spoken to him. But you had asked around and listened to what others said. He was a guard for a well to do captain. He was soft spoken, very polite, but there was something in his eyes. It sparked your curiosity beyond belief.

“I have something for you,” you purred trailing the fingers of one hand up the stand of the microphone. “Boys, Your Heart,” you called over your shoulder to the band.

The pianist smiled at you before slipping his fingers over the keys, coaxing the melody from them. The drummer joined in and the upright bass. You swayed, closing your eyes, opening them to meet startling blue ones as you began to sing.

Oooooh, oooooh, oooh, oohhhh, ohhhh,

Your eyes may be whole but the story I’m told is Your heart is as black as night Your lips may be sweet such that I can’t compete But your heart is as black as night

You cupped the mike as you sang, swaying your hips in time with the base line. You smiled as the men whistled before settling back to listen.

I don’t know why you came along At such a perfect time But if I let you hang around I’m bound to lose my mind ‘Cause your hands may be strong But the feeling’s all wrong Your heart is as black as night

I don’t know why you came along At such a perfect time But if I let you hang around I’m bound to lose my mind 'Cause your hands may be strong But the feeling’s all wrong Your heart is as black as night

You let your eyes wander the bar as your guitarist played. You loved having a break in the songs to allow you to look around. The entire bar was mesmerized, the men leaning forward in their seats, cigars and drinks left forgotten on the tables. The blue eyed man was kicked back in his chair, his arms crossed over his chest. You bit your blood red bottom lip and winked at him as you started to sing again, this time to him. Your eyes may be whole but the story I’m told is Your heart is as black as night Your lips may be sweet such that I can’t compete But your heart is as black as night

As you sang you let your hands float around the mike, cupping it towards you, leaning the stand to the side as you leaned with it, after all It was all about the show. You seduced and helped feed fantasies as you sang.

I don’t know why you came along At such a perfect time But if I let you hang around I’m bound to lose my mind

'Cause your hands may be strong But the feeling’s all wrong Your heart is as black, your heart is as black Oh, your heart is as black as night, as night, as night

Ooooh, oohh, oooooh, ohh, ooooh, oohhh, oohhh.

The bar went wild. Men all over the bar lept from their chairs and stools applauding you. You smiled and curtsied slightly. This would be a good night.

You finished your set, watching Blue Eyes the whole time. He sat quietly, clapped at the end of each song, and had a few drinks. As you ended your last song he got up, tipped his head to you, and made his way towards the door. You frowned a little as you made your way off stage.

“Hey doll, you okay?” Tommy, your pianist, asked taking your arm behind stage.

“Of course I am! You guys were great tonight!” You smiled at him placing your hand on his arm. “I love being on stage with you!” You kissed him on the cheek.

“You are amazing. We haven’t ever had a singer that fits so well with us,” the trombone player smiled at you as he threw back a drink.

“You guys make it so easy. There are very few things that match a good combo group.” You smiled. “You boys better get back out there. I will be back after I get a drink.” You told them as you made your way towards the bar.

You grabbed a tumbler of whiskey before making your way down the hall behind the stage towards the prep room in the back.

The lights were off when you stepped inside, you closed the door behind you and leaned against it taking a pull from your glass.

“You’ve got quite a set of pipes there Cher.” A quiet voice drawled from the darkness.

“Thank you,” you replied stifling a gasp placing one hand to your chest where your heart was beating erratically from the scare.

“The pull of your voice an’ beauty is what brings me back each night.” He replied, he had a southern drawl that rolled off his tongue and sent shivers across your skin.

“I am glad you find joy in what I do.”

“I do.” You could hear him moving across the room towards you.

You stood quietly trying to decide if this man was a threat. Before you could really make a decision, he was on you. His lips were a ghost of a touch against yours, he pulled away letting you breathe.

You hesitated for a second, this was not something you should be doing, but you couldn’t help yourself. You pressed your lips back to his, threading your arms up around his broad shoulders. He was quite a bit taller then you, as you slid your tongue along his lips he stooped down catching the backs of your thighs lifting you and pinning you back against the door. You heard the click of the lock behind you.

You had no idea who this man was. but his kiss set fire to your entire body. You laid your head back against the door as he kissed along your jaw and down your neck. It took all you had to hold onto your glass.

“You taste like heaven,” he growled sliding one hand back to cup your ass through the silk of your dress. The slit on the right side had ridden up to your hip bearing your entire right leg to his touch. His hands were rough, catching in the silk of your dress, but his touch was gentle.

“Mmm,” you moaned. One of his large hands slid up your side to tease your breast through your dress. He pulled you against him and made his way across the room to the table standing against the wall. He set you on the edge and captured your lips again.

You pulled at the buttons on his shirt and exposed a broad chest dusted with hair with each button popped. You pushed his shirt back off his shoulders with his coat letting them fall to the floor. There was light from the moon filtering through the small window allowing you to see him. Allowing you to see crystal blue eyes staring back at you.

“Mmm Blue Eyes,” you smirked kissing down his jaw letting the stubble tease your lips.

“God Y/N,” he moaned as your hands roamed his chest and back. Of course he knew your name, it was always whispered among the crowd and patrons when you sang.

You pushed him a step back from the table and stood. You made a show of pulling at each finger tip on your long gloves before sliding them off dropping them to the floor. You bit your lip as you unzipped the back of your dress, you slid the straps off your shoulders and let it flutter to the floor in a pool around your feet.

“God you look like an angel.” He stepped back further to see your entire body in the light of the moon.

“Mmm, but there are horns holding my halo straight.” You smiled invitingly at him, sitting back on the table, your red heels still on. You leaned back bracing yourself on one arm.

“I don’t doubt that Cher,” he drawled stepping between your bare thighs. He trailed his fingers up the outside of your thigh, passing your core to trace your belly button, and up through the valley between your breasts. You whined when he didn’t touch anything you ached for him to.

“Greedy little thing aren’t ya?” He chuckled cupping your head and pulling your lips to his.

You threaded your fingers in his belt loops and pulled him flush to your body. The silk of his trousers was tented where he was standing at full attention. The friction from the silk covering his hard cock made you moan into his mouth. You couldn’t get enough of him. He had a broad chest that tapered down to narrow hips. He was covered in a smattering of brown hair that teased your fingers and lips wherever you touched him. He was all corded muscle, proof that was used to hard work just as people had told you. You slid your hands down his chest to pop the button on his pants, followed by the zipper so you could drop them to pool around his feet.

“Oh God!” He moaned when you cupped him. He was a large man, and not just in stature. You moaned at the feel of him in your hand. This was a man made to be used for long hours in bed.

You teased his tip with your fingers, smearing precum all over his tip before sliding your hand up and down his shaft, reaching down to cup his balls with your other hand. He kissed his way down your neck nibbling your collarbone before moving down to take your nipple into his mouth. He spread one large hand against your back to keep you held against his face when you arched back. He trailed the fingertips of his other hand down your torso, he winked at you before sliding his fingers down through your slick heat.

“My, my Cher, so wet already.” He cooed moving to your other nipple. You were forced to drop your hand from his balls as he slipped two thick fingers into your dripping pussy. You arched back thrusting your breast further into his mouth gyrating down on his fingers.

“I want you,” you whispered taking his earlobe between your teeth as you lined him up with your opening.

“I’m all yours Cher,” he breathed back sliding his fingers from your wet heat.

He didn’t waste any time. He slid himself deep in one thrust. You bit down on his shoulder to keep from screaming out at the sheer size of him. He stilled to give you a second to breathe as your body stretched to accommodate his size.

“Fuck me,” you purred in his ear rolling your hips against him.

“My pleasure Cher,” he growled. He pulled back and slid home, bottoming out before he started moving at a back breaking pace.

You moved your hands to his upper arms and held on for dear life as you met him thrust for thrust. You wrapped your legs around his hips and pulled, urging him harder and faster. You could feel your core winding tighter and tighter as he thrust into you. He dropped one hand to tease your nipples making you throw your head back in ecstasy, trying in vain to keep your moans quiet.

You suddenly pushed back on his chest, causing him to step back in surprise. You dropped from the table, laughing at the look on his face, as you bent over the table waving your ass in the air at him.

“That’s a stunnin’ view Cher,” he said gruffly, cupping your ass and spreading you open before sliding back into you. At this angle, he seemed even bigger. You braced your arms against the wall behind the table and pressed back into him crying out at the feeling of him bottoming out.

He grasped both of your hips so hard you were sure you would have bruises when he was done, and pounded into you. You bit down on your upper arm to keep from screaming loud enough for the entire bar on the other side of the all to hear you.

“Y/N,” he groaned as his rhythm stuttered. He was close. You arched your back up, bringing your back flush with his chest reaching back to cup his face, changing the angle. You felt your entire body wind impossibly tighter as he hit your g-spot dead on. You screamed out as your body exploded around him, he quickly covered your mouth with his hand to try and keep you quiet. As you sunk your teeth into the flesh of his palm trying to stop your moans you heard his sharp intake of breath through his teeth. He growled as he drove himself home one last time, his entire body spasming against you as he finished deep inside you.

The room was filled with the sound of the bar coming through the wall, and both of you breathing hard trying to catch your breath. You stayed pressed against his chest, his hand had dropped from your mouth, resting on the top of your breasts. He let his head fall forward to lean against your head.

“My God Blue Eyes, that was definitely worth it,” you said quietly once you finally caught your breath.

“I’ve been comin’ in here for weeks. E’ry night you sing, it got worse and worse.” He told you kissing the side of your neck. Though you could feel him softening as he slipped out of you, he still didn’t let go of you. He brought his other arm down to wrap around your torso keeping you against his chest. “All I could think ‘bout was kissing your lips, the feel a your skin on mine.” He sucked at spot on your neck, you knew there would be mark there.

“Then why did you wait so long?” You questioned rolling your head to the side to give him better access to your neck.

“Because, you are out of reach for a man like me.” He sucked again licking the spot with his tongue.

“That is not true,” you told him. How would he know?

“It is Cher, you couldn’t have said it better. My heart is as black as night.” He quoted your song from earlier.

“Maybe it’s time you found some light Blue Eyes.” You told him turning your face towards him. He shifted and turned you in his arms, looking down at you.

“Maybe,” he kissed you, lingering against your lips.

“Stay for my last set.” You begged against his lip.

“Why would you want me to to that Cher?” He asked pulling away.

“I want more of this,” you purred taking his dick in your hand.

“I don’t think I can deny that request from an angel.” He smiled at you before stepping away, sliding out of your hand. He gathered his pants from his ankles and pulled them up. He buckled them and reached for his shirt sliding it on, before turning back to you.

“Then I will see you.” You smiled, grabbing the front of his open shirt. You pulled him in for another scorching kiss. He pulled away, cupping your face before he turned and left the room, leaving you standing in nothing but your shoes.

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