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tateypots · 10 hours ago

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New Tricks

18+ MDNI

Pairing: Dark!Joel Miller x f!reader, Dark!Tommy Miller x f!reader

Word count: 4.1k

A/N: Part 8 of Collared. Same as before, it’s dark so please heed the warnings and skip if it’s not for you.

Ok so, I know I promised blow jobs for everyone but this part was getting a bit too long so it's blow jobs for 1, but don't worry no one is neglected in this chapter!

Moodboard is for aesthetics only, reader is not described beyond having boobs and a vagina. Please refer to this post for more info on the series mooboards.

Summary: Tommy's wants to teach you something new.

Warnings: Non-Con, dark Joel, dark Tommy, kidnapping, daddy kink, uncle kink, restraints, stockhom syndrome, oral (m!receiving), unprotected piv, cum play. Let me know if I missed anything.

Part 7 | Series Masterlist

True to his word, Tommy doesn’t force himself on you again, granting you the reprieve you had begged for. He scoots back so he’s sitting with his back against the headboard, you situated in his lap as he talks to you about the kind of books you like, “just want to make sure I get you something you’ll enjoy princess,” he tells you when you’re too shy to open up to him initially.

It feels strange to be spoken to like this. For someone to take an interest. It had been so long since anyone had shown you that kind of consideration. Even before the outbreak. But as you settle into it you realise how nice it is. You fight with yourself again. Try to remind yourself that you are his prisoner. You’re literally bound and naked in his lap. But he’s being kind and sweet, even though he doesn’t have to be. You have to give him credit for that surely? He could have ignored your pleas for a break from his lustful advances. He could have just left you alone to go and sort out the boner he’s been sporting since earlier. But he didn’t. He sat with you, made sure you were ok, made you smile and giggle at his silly stories and goofy antics.

You realise with surprise that you enjoy his company. You enjoy sitting and talking with him. Lounging in his lap with his arms around you. Warm and safe. You want to luxuriate in it. But it doesn’t take long for another feeling to creep in. Guilt. Your mind flits to Joel. Why does enjoying sitting with Tommy feel like a betrayal? It’s stupid. Especially when it was Joel who had sent you into Tommy’s arms with a firm pat on the backside. When he’s watched Tommy fuck you time and time again and never been bothered by it.

You try again to remind yourself of your situation. Of all the things they’ve done to you. To keep your head out of the clouds and your wits about you. But the other half of your traitorous brain argues, what about all the things they’ve done for you. Fed you, housed you, kept you safe. It was only fair that you gave something in return right? Your mind flits back to the image of Joel bursting in and rushing to you, to protect you, and the cautious, rational side of you is silenced by the force of Joel’s concern. The way he’d swept you up, cradled you against his big strong body. It made the breath hitch in your throat and your temperature rise. Suddenly you’d give anything to be sat in Joel’s lap right now.

As if your thoughts had summoned him, the front door opens and Joel comes inside out of the cold. He looks over at you, wrapped up in Tommy’s arms. His face remains neutral but his gaze makes you squirm, has your face heating with shame you know you shouldn’t be feeling. He shucks off his coat and throws it on the hook by the door before slumping down on the old, worn sofa with a groan.

“Wha’s for dinner Tom, s’your turn.”

“Got that venison, was gona do a stew. Let me grab a shower first and then I’ll get started.”

He nudges you off his lap and climbs off the bed, leaning over to give you a little kiss on the tip of your nose before disappearing into the bathroom. Your lips twitch upwards involuntarily at the sweet gesture before quickly dropping as Joel heaves a large sigh, his head tipped back, eyes closed, finger and thumb pinching at the bridge of his nose.

“Are you ok Daddy?” you ask him quietly.

He drops his hand back to his thigh as he raises his head up and opens his eyes to look at you. Your heart skips a beat and your breath hitches in your throat at having his attention on you. As always your body reacts to him before your brain can catch up.

“I’m ok baby, just tired.”

You want to go and cuddle up to him so badly, wrap yourself around him and help make him feel better. The urge is not entirely new but it seems as though your whole world has done a complete 180 today and the ground beneath you feels shaky and unsure. Are you allowed to make such requests? Are you allowed to initiate physical contact? He told you earlier he expected you to be a good girl with no guidance on what that meant. You hesitate a beat before the question tumbles out of you, “can I sit with you Daddy?” You’re nervously biting down on your bottom lip, afraid you might have overstepped.

He sees the nerves on your face and takes a moment to savour it. How far you’d surrendered yourself to him. The sweetest victory he’d ever had. He doesn’t leave you hanging for long, aching to feel your softness against him.

“Course you can baby, come here.”

You release the breath you hadn’t even realised you were holding. You climb off the bed and scurry over to him on the sofa. He offers no instruction to you once you reach him, eager to see what you will do. Sit next to him on the couch? Perch yourself on his lap? He knows which he’d prefer but his ego wants you to choose it for yourself. Choose him for yourself.

You fidget with your fingers for a minute until it becomes clear he’s not going to tell you where to sit. You throw caution to the wind, surprising yourself and him when you fully straddle him, pressing your body along his, getting as close as you can and resting your head on his shoulder, arms around his neck.

Only when you feel the tension leaving him and his arms wrapping around you do you relax fully into him. He whispers gently in your ear, “hi baby.”

“Hi Daddy,” you murmur back. A calmness settles over your entire body, your heartrate dropping leaving your brain hazy and your limbs heavy. All from his proximity. His huge frame wrapping around you, his heat seeping into you through his clothes. You wish he was naked, that you could feel his skin against yours. You’re too lost in the sensation to realise how alarmed you should be at your body’s reaction to him. Instead you let out a little hum of contentment when he rests his cheek on your forehead, the bristles of his beard rasping over your skin.

“Did you have fun with Uncle Tommy? No more mishaps?”

“We talked about books, it was nice,” you mutter, “but…”

“But what baby?” he asks you sternly, wondering what Tommy had done to you this time and preparing to give him hell for it.

You bite your lip feeling Joel tense underneath you. “I missed you Daddy,” you breathe out, “I wish you had stayed with me.” Your face heats once again with shame at your confession and you bury it in his shoulder. You can’t believe how far you’ve sunk for this man. But you need to let him know. The guilt from him seeing you happy in Tommy’s arms is eating you alive, you need him to know you’d rather it had been him.

He relaxes under you and squeezes you tighter to him, beaming with pride. His plan had worked out better than he could have hoped.

“Yeah, my good girl missed her Daddy?”

You nod against his shoulder, “mmmhmmm,” you hum out to him.

“Oh baby, I missed you too,” he tells you, his big hand cupping your side, his thumb gently stoking your back. He plants a kiss on your temple and you preen at his attention. You turn your head to look up at him, giving him a shy smile that makes his dick twitch against your exposed core. God he wants to flip you on to your back and fuck your brains out. Feel that tight pussy wrapped around him. But he knows you’re still a little uncertain despite all the progress he’s made. He knows if he’s patient one day you’ll wake up so irrevocably his you’d do anything he asked without hesitation. So instead he plants a kiss on your forehead and pulls you back into the crook of his neck. The ups and downs of the day catch up with you and lulled by the comfort and safety you feel, you swiftly doze off once more in Joel’s arms.

You settle back into your routine with almost alarming ease. They pick back up fucking you the very next day but they always make sure you finish before they do. They are kind and gentle with their aftercare and the affection you once hated is now cherished. They treat you more like a person rather than just a toy to be used then put away in the corner until they want to play with you again. They ask about your life, what books and films you liked, what foods you liked, what hobbies you had. After dinner you invariably curl up in one of their laps. You wish it could be Joel’s every night.

You no longer cry every time they fuck you, but occasionally the tears do still fall. But whenever the voices in your head start to get too loud and judgemental you think back to what Joel had told you. Survival is all that mattered now and you had to do whatever it took to ensure you did. And with no small amount of pain and discomfort you admitted to yourself that in this new world all you had to offer was what was between your legs.

But you were smart. You could learn. And who better to learn from than the two men currently keeping you safe? Tommy had agreed to get you a book. You hoped that in time, if you could show them how good you could be for them that they might be willing to do other things for you. Teach you about hunting and foraging and weapons. It was a pipe dream at best but it gave you something to cling on to. Something to start dragging yourself out of the depths with.

With this new hope the harsh voice of your father telling you how worthless you are, that you’re nothing but a harlot and a whore starts to fade and through the quiet a new, warmer voice starts to come through. A voice that tells you that sometimes all you can do is make the best of a bad situation. That even when it seems you have no control, you can control how you react. And there is power in that. As you’d gotten older and more aware, you started to realise what your mom had meant by that. And in a moment of startling clarity you realised that Joel and Tommy were treating you with more kindness than your father had ever treated her.

You were still mulling over this latest revelation when you heard Tommy’s door open. You watched as he wandered over to the old sofa and plopped himself down on it, morning wood straining his boxers.

“Come ‘ere princess,” he instructed, beckoning you over with his index and middle fingers. The familiar action sent a shiver through you and your pussy throbbed. You’d never seen him do it before but you’d felt it many, many times.

Confused you climbed out of bed and made your way over to him, your chain clanking behind you. Once you were close enough he grabbed you by the hips to position you between his spread thighs. His hands snaked behind you to grab hold of your ass. He looked up at you as he gently kneaded the fleshy globes.

“Gona teach you somethin’ new today Princess. Whaddya say, ready to learn some new tricks?”

Absolutely not you thought to yourself, not that it mattered, you knew it would be happening either way. And you knew this was the perfect opportunity to start showing how good you could be for them. So you swallowed your hesitation, almost choking on your instinct to resist. Instead you meekly replied, “yes Uncle Tommy.”

“Good girl.”

You’re distracted from him removing his boxers by the sound of Joel’s bedroom door opening, the man himself sauntering out into the main room. You pinch yourself when your heart skips a beat at the sight of him, a new tactic you had adopted to try and keep yourself grounded around him. Your arms and thighs were now littered with bruises of your own making, right alongside the ones you got from them. You knew you were fighting a losing battle; that you’d turn to putty for him the second he put his hands on you. But for now he seems content to watch, pulling out a chair from the dining table and settling in so he has a good view of you between Tommy’s legs.

“Did I miss anything?”

“Nah, we’re just gettin’ started ain’t we Princess,” Tommy replies, drawing your attention back to him. “Daddy wants a show honey, let’s give him somethin’ to think about hmm?”

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for whatever is coming and nod, not trusting your voice.

“Good girl, on your knees then Princess.”

You sink to your knees keeping your eyes on Tommy so you don’t give in the temptation to look over your shoulder at Joel. You still feel uneasy when Tommy is touching you, can’t shake the guilt that courses through you when you enjoy it. You know Joel could stop it if he wanted but he is content sitting in his chair watching. He doesn’t care, so why do you?

Tommy cups you face and gently strokes your cheek, his other hand pumping his cock.

“You know what a blow job is princess?”

You nod your head, biting your bottom lip to stop it from quivering.

“Oh yeah? So naughty princess, I thought you were a good girl.”

“My friend showed me a video once, I didn’t want to watch Uncle Tommy, I had to shut my eyes, she wouldn’t shut it off,” you frantically explained, the memory sending anxiety zipping through your body, stealing your breath and making tears prick at your eyes. You had been so scared that your dad would somehow know what you’d done when you got home, that he would somehow have a sixth sense that you had been looking at sexual things on Claire’s older brothers computer. He had already thought that Claire was a bad influence.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he soothes you, cupping your face in his big hand, “I was only teasing princess, I know you’re a good girl. You ain’t in trouble, its ok, you’re ok. Take a big, deep breath for me sugar, that’s it.”

You do as he says and try to ground yourself back in the present. Your dad isn’t here. And the man who is about to put his penis in your mouth has already put it inside you elsewhere countless times, so even if he was, your indiscretion with a friend long dead would be the least of his concerns.

A few more deep breaths and you manage to take control of yourself again, Tommy praises you with a “good girl.” It makes you happy to hear it, even if it doesn’t have quite the same effect as when Joel says it.

“Right, now, we’re gona go real slow. Nothin’ to be scared of. Just gona get you used to having him in your mouth, let you get a feel for him ok?”

“Ok.” You take another deep breath and mentally prepare yourself. You can do this. You can be a good girl for them. Win them over and convince them to teach you how to survive in this horrible world.

You look at Tommy’s cock. You’ve never been this close before. He’s hard as a rock, jutting up from a patch of black curls at the base. You watch the skin shift around his shaft as his hand strokes steadily up and down the length of it, occasionally sweeping over the weeping mushroom head. Now that you’re this close you marvel at the size. You wonder how it manages to fit inside you.

“Why don’t you give him a kiss princess, right on the tip.”

He holds his cock steady in his hand as you lean forward, putting your hands on his thighs to brace yourself. You dip forward and place a little kiss on the head, gasping as the bead of pre-cum that leaked out just as you connected smears across your lips.

“That’s it good girl. Clean off those lips now princess, give it a taste.”

You do as you are told and your tongue swipes over your lips, your nose scrunching slightly at the salty flavour. Tommy chuckles lowly at you. “It’s an acquired taste princess, you’ll get used to it,” he tells you, “go on and give the slit a little lick and then wrap your lips around the head.”

You don’t hesitate, reminding yourself what’s at stake. Even if they won’t teach you, you need to secure your place with them, that little nugget of fear still holding tight in your chest. You give the slit a little kitten lick, collecting more of his salty pre-cum on the tip of your tongue before taking the bulbous head of his cock in your mouth and sealing your lips around it. Out of instinct and curiosity you run your tongue around it, earning you a deep throated groan from Tommy and his head tips back onto the sofa.

“Fuck that’s it princess, keep doin’ that, you’re a goddamn natural.”

You let your tongue explore his tip. You decide that the taste isn’t too bad. Definitely not good but better than you had been expecting. Manageable. You think back to that blasted video that had frightened the life out of you, trying to remember everything you could from what you had watched before closing your eyes. You tentatively bring your hand up to wrap around the base of his cock and gently pump like you had seen him doing. You keep your grip loose, too afraid to hold tighter in case you hurt him but it earns you another moan from Tommy and you want to burst with pride.

Buoyed by your success you slide a little more of him into your mouth, letting your tongue explore further. You feel him twitch inside your mouth when your tongue sweeps over a bump on the underside of his cock and you panic and pull back but before you can pull off his cock completely, his hand is on the back of your head, gentle but insistent, pushing you back down his cock, further again than you were before.

“You’re doing so good princess, Jesus, fuck!”

His hands are now cupping both sides of your face as he guides you backwards and forwards on his dick. "Suck for me honey, hollow those cheeks.”

You do as he says, settling back into it, the rhythm of the movements helping to calm your nerves. His hands drop from your head and you keep up the movements, shallowly bobbing your head up and down.

“That’s it princess, just like that. Look so fucking good with my cock in your mouth.”

His hand moves to yours, gently removing it from around his cock and lifting it to his mouth. You flinch when he spits into it, the warmth of his saliva spreading over your palm. He guides you back to wrap around him, his hand sealing over yours. The grip is tighter now with his hand wrapped around yours and he guides it up and down, in time with your bobbing head.

Your jaw begins to ache and the build up of saliva in your mouth is now unpleasantly running down your chin. But you keep going, pushing through your discomfort to keep your hopes alive. He twitches again in your mouth but you don’t let it spook you this time. You realise his other big hand is now wrapped around his balls. You look up at him and the second your eyes meet he lets out the biggest groan of the morning.

“Gona make me cum princess, better pull off if you don’t want a mouthful.”

You do as he says and detach from him. You hear Joel get up from his seat behind you as Tommy drops your hand from around his cock and begins pumping furiously with his own.

“Where?”

“Tits,” Joel demands as he kneels behind you and reaches round to grab the underside of a tit in each hand and squish them together for Tommy, his fingers flicking and tweaking your nipples sending pangs of delight through you.

“Fuuuuuuuuck!” Tommy comes loudly, hot ropes of his spend spurting from his cock and landing all over your chest and tits. He pants as the last few drops escape his tip, and he slumps back on the sofa.

Before you even register what’s happening, Joel is bending you forward into Tommy’s lap and knocking your knees apart. He barrels into you with a howl and yanks you back up to him, his hands grabbing at your cum covered tits.

“So fucking hot baby, watching you suck that cock. Watching you get painted. Fuck,” he growls in your ear as he pummels your pussy, hard and fast like a man possessed. His mouth latches over his mark just above your collar and he sucks and nips at his discoloured claim.

You struggle to catch your breath with the way he is pounding into you but you’re on cloud nine, feeling his body against you, wrapped up tight in his arms as he marks you as his. Your wanton moans meld with his primal grunts and the hard slapping of skin against skin.

You can do nothing in this position, you look for something to hold on to but his big hand is latched tightly around your tit leaving you only his thumb to grab onto. It still takes up your whole hand, the size difference leaving you light headed. Your other hand reaches forward and lands on Tommy’s thigh, slipping through the mess that transferred from your body when Joel pushed you into him.

Tommy’s hand lands on top of yours, helping to keep you steady. Your head lolls back onto Joel’s shoulder and through blurry eyes you see Tommy leaning forward. His fingers connect with your clit and start rubbing perfect little circles into the sensitive little bud. It’s enough to hurl you off the cliff into the abyss, your whole body seizing with the force of your orgasm.

“Yes, that’s it, fuck baby, cum. Cum for Daddy and Uncle Tommy, such a good fucking girl.”

Their pace never falters, prolonging your high until it almost feels unbearable. You slump in Joel’s arms, completely boneless as he finally pours into you, singing praises for your perfect pussy. You hear him panting behind you, feel him clutch you tighter to him. He kisses up and down your neck, so gentle now in comparison to the brute force he fucked you with.

You’re dazed, body still tingling from your orgasm. You whimper out a soft “Daddy,” and his arms tighten again.

“I’m here baby, I got you. Took it so good for me, such a good girl. Daddy’s gona take care of you now, don’ need to worry about a thing.”

You let your eyes drift closed, reassured by his soft words. You don’t know how much time has passed when you feel him pull out of you, feel him lift you as you cling on to him. Feel your collar being removed. It’s not until he puts you down and you feel warm water that you realise you’re in the bath. He lets you lean against him as he gently cleans you up, murmuring praises to you the entire time.

He dries you off and places you back on your bed. You whimper and grab for him. He gets the hint and climbs on the bed with you, spooning you from behind.

“It’s ok baby, I’ll stay for a little bit, you go to sleep now, get some rest.”

You fall asleep almost immediately. You’ve no idea how long you’ve been asleep when you waken but Joel has gone and your collar is back in place. You groan and roll over and there on your pillow is an old, worn out paperback. You can’t stop the smile that spreads across your face as you reach for it. You open the front cover and there on the title page is a hand written note:

From Uncle Tommy for his princess xx

@aurorawritestoescape @milla-frenchy @oldloganslittleslut @mrs-hardy-hunnam-butler-pascal @axshadows @justajoelsreader @ahintofkiwistrawberry @guelyury @rosebuds-and-moonlight @koshkaj-blog @shivispunk @ivoryandflame @tammythr @magpiepills @deviscave @megjohnston23 @pedrosgrogu @pedge-page @guelyury

#dark!joel miller #dark!tommy miller #collared fic #tw kidnapping #tw noncon #tw manipulation #joel miller x f!reader #tommy miller x f!reader #smut #pedro pascal #gabriel luna

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yeoslattes · 16 hours ago

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Lowkey

Genre: smut

Wc: 7.6k

Pairings: bodyguard!Yunho, rich girl college student!reader, chauffeur!Mingi

Summary: Yunho desperately needs someone to put you in your place

Warnings: smut, threesome, dom/sub themes, late 20s Yunho/Mingi, early to mid twenties reader, mild dumbification, Yunho is lowkey patronizing, fingering, oral both fem and male receiving, orgasm denial, ruined orgasm, cream pie, cum shots, clothed sex, backshots, mild choking, use of pet names (doll, slut, tiny), mentions of size difference, spoiled reader, no use of YN, unprotected sex, alcohol use, reader is a party girl

A/N: my Yungi fic is finally out!!! I had so much fun writing this! While I edited I realized how Yunho goes from really shy to suddenly getting fed up and wanting to put her in her place (character development 😭). Also Mingi is really mostly a side character here, most of the readers interactions are with Yunho but don’t fret I have stuff planned for Mingi in the future. I hope you guys enjoy and ofc any feedback is appreciated just be nice about it🫶🏼

The sun beams through your sheer curtains smacking you right in the face. Your tired warm body is snuggled under the cream white fluffy duvets that your mom had purchased for you in Italy. Cracking an eye open you stretch your limbs and groan softly, sitting up on the bed. A shiver shakes through you, the AC causing goosebumps to erupt on your soft skin.

With only one class in your schedule for today you took on the task of getting ready for university. Fashion was an art to you, it was a sole representation of who you were and how you liked to express yourself. And what exactly was that self expression? Well, clothes from the most expensive designers of course. Your parents owned one of the top marketing companies in all of New York and were currently in the works of expanding worldwide, to say you got everything and anything you wanted was an understatement; the fact that you were an only child only ever added to just how much your parents spoiled you.

“Darling! Yunho is up front waiting for you, don’t be late, traffic in the city is only going to get worse.” Your mother’s voice reverberates through the tall walls of the grand mansion.

“I'll be on my way soon!” You respond back, quickly spraying your sweet perfume and heading downstairs. You may have been perfect in your parent’s eyes, or maybe they just liked to act oblivious but behind that perfect daughter act you put up was something more. You loved to shop till you dropped, that was a known fact but what many didn’t know was the absolute party animal you had developed into over the course of your college career.

There wasn’t a club in New York that you hadn’t graced with your presence. Even when you traveled outside the country for an already expensive vacation, you'd still find a way to get into the most renowned clubs wherever you were on the map. You’d always come up with an excuse to go out, perhaps an important dinner, or sometimes a friend of a friend’s birthday party; your parents would always believe you. Your friends were no saints either, rolling in money themselves they were always there to join you in any escapade you had. You were living the ultimate college student life and no one was ever there to say no to you.

You adjust your bag on your shoulder and slide into the sleek black Escalade. Yunho sits on his phone in the driver’s seat, immediately dropping the device into the cup holder when he hears you settle into the back.

“Good morning Yuyu.” You beam, “good morning miss,” he says, voice barely above a whisper, he sends you a smile through the rear view mirror which you return. Yunho’s heart flutters slightly as he steals glances of you. Your fingers type away on your phone, updating your friends with the latest gossip you have. Yunho’s gaze keeps flicking to you in the mirror, his admiration suddenly turning into pure irritation at the constant ticking of your phone’s keyboard. He’s so annoyed he almost misses the turn to your best friend's house. He slams on the breaks, sending you flying into the back of the passenger seat. You groan loudly while holding your forehead.

“What the fuck Yunho, ugh.” You exclaim tossing your phone on the seat. “Can you be more careful?” His gaze hardens as he peers at you through the mirror for the umpteenth time this morning. He gulps and sucks in a deep breath. Your voice only adding to his irritation. “Don’t forget to pick up Cassie and Yeri.” You say typing away on your phone again. Yunho can only sit in silence, his mind going to the fat paycheck he’d get at the end of this week for driving a CEO’s daughter around. You were such a joy to drive except when you weren’t, but he’d endure anything if it meant he got to work for you; his boy crush only growing by the day.

He’d been picking up your little group of friends every morning since you started your freshman year at NYU, while also driving you around town and picking you up from clubs while being drunk off your mind. It was taking a toll on him, he rarely got any sleep before he had to be up at the ass crack of dawn again, but the pay was good so maybe that’s why he didn’t mind it as much. At least that’s what he liked to tell himself whenever he felt his feelings for you bubbling up. “My daughter is off limits. I trust you understand that right?” He vividly remembers your father saying as he signed the contract. He’d been employed by your dad right before you started college, you had ended up totaling your first car, and with your father’s company status on the rise he decided it’d be best to keep you safe by hiring a chauffeur. You were now halfway through your 3rd year of college with Yunho still as your driver.

He didn’t talk much but when he did he would only ever say the most encouraging things. After you had been stood up on a date you had cried your eyes out in the car, it had upset him seeing you that way so on the ride back home he pulled over and gave you a pep talk of just how much you deserved; since then you had grown fond of him. But it was only ever friendly, until recently. He was tall and extremely handsome, always looking better when you had too many drinks for your own good as he hauled you out of an A list New York club. While he had his good moments with you, there were times where you grinded his gears, like this morning’s drive to school or when you were too “tired” to carry all your shopping bags and just shoved them in his hands without saying please or thank you. As smitten as he was with you, you were his boss’ daughter and that was a zone he did not want to enter.

As he pulls up close to the curb in front of the main area of campus, he sits in silence like always and listens to the loud chatter between you and your friends.

“Alright girlies! Shopping after school? Let's meet up here, Yunho will be driving us!” You say loudly smacking your peppermint gum, your girlfriends all speak loudly, agreeing between giggles. You were the last one to step out of the black Escalade, “bye Yuyu see you soon mwah!” You blow him a kiss and he smiles at you, only shaking his head with a breathy laugh after the door closes.

With a couple of hours of free time, Yunho decides to kill time at a nearby coffee shop, the tired chauffeur sits in the corner of the rather empty cafe. His face lights up mid sip when Mingi walks in. He greets his long time friend, the equally tall man sitting adjacent to him.

“Man, it's like I barely see you nowadays.” Mingi sighs, relaxing into the chair. Yunho checks his watch, your class was short and he’d be expecting a text in about an hour.

“Yea…work is work. It's been kicking my ass recently.” He groans, “do you at least get a vacation?” Mingi asks curiously, Yunho shrugs, “Maybe I would if I asked for it, but I’m trying to rack up at least 3 more checks before I take time off. Besides, taking care of the SMB Enterprises future successor isn’t so bad; she has her bad days but her and her friends make it worth a while.” Mingi chuckles at his friend, “ah really? How so?” Yunho shrugs yet again, “lets just say free reality TV but in person.” Mingi playfully scoffs, his hand coming up to run through his hair. However, there was something more that Yunho wasn’t saying, being friends since childhood had its perks as he knew Yunho better than anyone else and could read him like a book..

“There’s something more though that makes it worth your while right?” Mingi asks curiously and Yunho’s cheeks flush red. Mingi nods trying to suppress a smile, “you like her.” Yunho mentally curses, he chuckles nervously and shakes his head. “Well yes…but I could never. Her father would have my head; I have to keep things strictly professional.”

While Yunho said one thing, Mingi would be thinking the opposite. He was a carefree soul, he didn’t care about anything, “you should-” he starts but Yunho cuts him off, “I can’t that’d be violating my contract.”

The pair talked for a few hours just until around the time your class ended. Yunho is about to check his phone when he sees you walking through the cafe doors, his brows shoot up in confusion, awkwardness filling him when you suddenly walk up to the table he and Mingi were sitting at.

“Oh I'm so sorry, I didn’t know you'd be out 30 minutes early.” He says swallowing thickly and standing up. He could only hope you wouldn’t tell your dad about his cafe date with Mingi.

“Yea my professor let us out a bit early and I wanted a coffee.” You say, texting away on your phone yet again, Yunho suppresses an eyeroll. “But don’t worry I wont tell daddy about your little…date.” You say taking a peek at Mingi. He sends you a tight lipped smile. “Okay well, are you ready to go miss?” You shake your head. “Mm mm, I gotta wait for Cassie and Yeri, and after can you take us to Soho? I need to pick up a few things.” Yunho nods, “for sure. I’ll go bring the car.” You take his seat, not sparing a glance at Mingi, who still remains in his spot after waving goodbye to Yunho.

“So…” he starts,

“Not interested.” Sending him a smile, you walk over to grab your coffee from the mobile order area, “See you around! Yunho’s friend.” You shout walking out of the cafe. Mingi sits back dumbfounded, “unbelievable that he fell for a bitch.” He mutters silently.

***

You had over 5 bags up to the brim with the latest fashion trends. You were sure you’d bought at least one mini dress for every weekend of the month. Your feet ached and you were drained from carrying the bags all through the streets of Soho. Yunho remained inside the car, parked in the designated parking area waiting for your text.

You step out of Neiman Marcus and wait for your ride to pull up in front of the doors. When your driver sees you struggling to the car he immediately hops out to put your and your friend’s bags all in the trunk.

“Good shopping day miss?” He asks, and you nod, stretching your back deliciously against the leather seats of the Escalade once you’re finally inside. The rest of the ride is abnormally quiet, even Cassie and Yeri lay against the headrests with their eyes closed, the day's exhaustion catching up to you three. Before you know it Yunho is pulling up the long curved driveway, stopping right in front of your front doors.

“Thank you for driving us around today Yunho, I know it can be a bit much.” You sheepishly thank him, a soft blush covering your cheeks. “Of course miss, I’m only doing my job.” He gives you a smile and you retreat into your house with him following close behind. This was one of those moments where he absolutely adored you.

***

Friday morning something shifts when your father calls you into his office. You stand barefoot, sporting sleeping shorts and an oversized t-shirt, feeling slightly awkward as Yunho is also standing there. You can feel him eyeing you, clearly not used to seeing you in your lounging attire.

“Darling, due to current articles and the uprising of the company I have decided to promote Yunho to your bodyguard.” Your father says, his hands resting politely atop of his desk. You can't help but stare at him dumbfounded, it was the calm before the storm. Yunho could see your gears turning, he could almost calculate when your outburst was going to happen.

“What do you mean you’re assigning me a bodyguard? Absolutely not! I do not need a babysitter.” Your father’s demeanor changes.

“I will not tolerate your attitude.” He says raising his hand up.

“But dad, I am in college! Actually, I'm about to graduate college. I don’t need someone to look after me!” You state, close to stomping your feet in a tantrum.

“It’s not that you need it dear, it's just for safety precautions. SMD is gaining popularity and I cannot have you walking around without any protection.” He reiterates. You look at Yunho and he can only look down at his feet. “But why him?” At your words his head pops up to look in your direction, his eyes gleaming with mild offense.

“Why not Yunho? He’s perfect for the role. He’s worked with us for 3 years now, knows all your friends and is very familiar with your lifestyle.” Your father defends.

“Well yes but I like him as my chauffeur…I am not here for this dad.” You argue, pointing aggressively at him as you try to prove your point.

“I hired a new chauffeur, per Yunho’s recommendation. He will be here tonight for whatever dinner you have going on this time.” Immediately you knew who he was talking about.

“That loser from the coffee shop!?” You say looking at Yunho this time. Your father brings a hand up to massage his temples, Yunho is about to respond but is cut off.

“Yunho is your bodyguard, and Mingi is your new driver. So either put up with it or stay home tonight. End of discussion!”

You pressed your lips shut, suddenly feeling defeated by your father. You knew discussing the matter further with him was a lost cause, there was no budging him when he set his mind on something. Finally you drop your head in defeat and nod. “Now go, I have to finish some work here. Yunho my apologies for that, you are dismissed.”

You spent the rest of your afternoon laying in bed just staring at the ceiling, then scrolling on your phone and switching between apps. Nightfall approaches and it's time to get ready for a night in the city. You start with a long shower, exfoliating, shaving and moisturizing. You pick a dress from the countless different ones you’d bought earlier in the week. Delicately pulling the tag off, you slip it on. Your phone startles you as it vibrates aggressively on your vanity table, blindly you answer and are met with Cassie’s face.

“I love you but you have to hurry, our VIP reservation is at 11.” Cassie urges, you nod at her through the camera. “Yes yes I'll be there soon, there were new arrangements made today. I’ll tell you all about it.” You hang up the phone and hurry down, where Yunho waits for you by the door. You don't notice the way his eyes rake over your frame and he suppresses a little smirk. He opens the car door for you and when you slip onto the leather seats you are met by the same guy from the cafe. You’ve got to be kidding me, you think to yourself. He’s dressed in a suit just like Yunho, he doesn't say anything else besides a small hello. You only watch the way he smirks at Yunho when he slips into the passenger seat. A smirk that makes you wonder if you had been a topic of discussion between them. The car ride is silent and soon you are pulling into the valet of the night club.

“Mingi right?” Your voice breaks the silence and he nods, “nice to meet you miss. I look forward to tending to whatever you need.” Mingi replies and you almost roll your eyes at the automated response.

“Nice to meet you once again Mingi, welcome to your first day on the job.” You scoff hopping out of the car, the entire debacle between you and your father clearly still filling you up with annoyance.

***

The night starts off slow, you sip on a cocktail while Cassie leans into your ear. “So who's the new one?” Your eyes shift to Mingi who stands next to Yunho, his big hands crossed at his pelvis. He sports a dark pair of shades making it impossible to see where he was looking, yet you can sense his gaze is on you and your best friend.

“Mingi, he’s friends with Yunho. My dad decided that I suddenly needed a bodyguard and promoted Yunho, then hired Mingi per Yunho’s recommendation.” You mock your father’s tone.

“Hmm,” she hums, her teeth digging into her glossy lips, “can I have one?” Looking over to Mingi, you can see his attention is now fully on Cassie despite the dark lenses covering his irises. She waves at him and he sends her a smile. Your friend almost melts into the couch at the subtle advances of your driver.

“No.” Your voice is flat, “I fear they’re both mine.” You joke, except you're not sure how much of it is a joke. The more the alcohol kicks in, the more appealing the pair looks to you.

Your party of friends grows bigger by the hour and more regular club goers fill the space, the bass of the music pounds on your chest, it’s not long before you start feeling the slight fogginess of the alcohol clouding your judgement. Shot after shot kept coming, bottles of the most expensive liquor being served to your table. You’re up now dancing freely with your friends, Yunho standing within close proximity, he’s had to stabilize you on your feet twice now. He points to his watch when Mingi looks at him. “We have to bring her home in about an hour. Her dad’s rules.” He informs his counterpart through their ear piece. Time flew by and by the time that hour hits its 3 a.m.

Yunho sucks in a deep breath and leans down to your level. “It’s time to go.” He says loudly, and you shake your head, “it’s only 3 Yuyu. I don’t wanna go.” You pout holding your stance. It’d only get more difficult from this point on, “I understand that miss but your father’s rules were clear.” You ignore his words and try to tread through the crowd but a heavy hand pulls you back.

“Stop it!” you say twisting your arm from his grip, “I don’t wanna go! You two and my dad can go kiss my ass!” Yunho sent a nod to Mingi. Suddenly your feet are no longer on the ground. Mingi clears up space as Yunho walks with you over his shoulder through the crowd. His large hand holds the bottom of your dress down. Your small fists pound on his back, as you try to flail yourself all over the place.

“Put me down Yunho!” But your bodyguard refuses. Back in valet Yunho waits for the car, while apologetically smiling at a few other employees as you yell every profanity under the sun. Mingi stands beside Yunho and you manage to catch the edge of his sunglasses with your fist, smacking them off his face and scratching him in the process. Mingi winces, holding the raised skin of his face as he picks up his glasses. Yunho shoves you in the car and soon you’re all on your merry way home with you passed out in the backseat.

“I’m regretting this job.” Mingi mutters, running his finger over the scratch on his face. “She’s usually not like this, I guess daddy’s new rules are getting to her.” Yunho responds, sending a pitied look to his best friend. “Usually?” Mingi asks, shaking his head in annoyance.

***

“Mom, did dad give me a curfew?” You ask your mother the next morning, you did your best to ignore the pounding in your head. You can see her eyes shift as she tries to put up a front.

“No baby, what do you mean? Or at least I don’t know of any curfew.” She replies, folding her laundry neatly.

“Because last night that I was out with my friends…at the dinner I told you about. I left at a specific time and that's not how Yunho and I usually operate.” With crossed arms you stare at your mother waiting for whatever excuse she’s come up with.

Instead she gives you a pointed look, “and how do you usually operate?” She smirks, you can’t help but roll your eyes. “Uh, I let him know when I'm ready to go.” You state as if it were an obvious fact. Your words hang in the air and she shrugs.

“I’d ask your father directly honey, I wouldn't know.” You huff in annoyance and head back to your room to freshen up and dispute this with your father.

The door to his office echoes loudly when you swing it open, startling Mingi and Yunho who currently sit in the seats facing the desk.

“Pumpkin I'm discussing busine-”

“Did you give me a curfew?” You ask cutting him off. Your father sighs in defeat, he knew that you’d come to him with questions sooner or later.

“Not necessarily a curfew hon, just a set time to have you home.”

“That’s literally the definition of a curfew! Dad, what is going on? Are you trying to ruin my life?” Your father, clearly on the edge already, is having none of it.

“Is 3 a.m not enough for your clubbing activities?” Your eyes suddenly widen at your fathers words. How'd he know? Then your eyes shift to Yunho who now stands besides Mingi against the wall. Both men stoic in the face as if the entire debacle isn’t going on in front of them.

“Did you think I wouldn’t find out? You keep telling your mom and I that you are going out to important dinners, come to find out you're out at clubs getting absolutely wasted with those trashy friends of yours.” You shake your head, “You don’t underst-”

“What I don’t understand is why my daughter is acting like this. Look at the gash you gave Mingi last night, all because he wanted to ensure your safety back home and you just can’t help but act a fool! Do what you like, you are an adult, but under my house you’ll be home when I say!” He yells, his voice booming through the office.

“But-” You try to argue, and he shakes his head.

“Don't you get it? With our status you cannot be acting like this; it’ll end up in the tabloids and what does that mean for SMD?” Your father searches your face for some type of answer, but you hide by crossing your arms and looking down at the wooden floor.

“You swipe my Amex like it's nothing, you buy what you want, you go where you want, what more do you want? So no, the curfew isn't going anywhere. End of discussion. Now please leave so I can finish business.” Your words are caught in your throat.

You stare at your father before your eyes shift to the two men dressed in black on the side, Yunho sporting a very sly smirk as he watches your eyes sparkle with tears. He was enjoying this little meltdown, he enjoyed the fact that someone had finally said no; after all you were a spoiled brat and while he loved that about you, it was time for a reality check. You stomp out of the office slamming the mahogany door behind you causing you father to flinch and apologize to the pair.

“Don’t have daughters.” Your father sighs.

***

The next week you spent going to your scheduled classes and swimming. The weekend had been the opposite of relaxing between your fathers argument and the raging hangover, you decided to reconnect with nature, touch some grass if you will. Every single time, Yunho was out there with you, and there was nothing he could do about the skanky bikinis you sported every time you sat out in the sun. In his head he cursed Mingi for being able to take a break, after all he was your only real bodyguard.

He sat in a chair in the shade, his eyes drinking in every area of uncovered skin behind his sunglasses. His mind went places and he couldn't help but readjust himself multiple times. Your demeanor with him had also changed, you were more talkative than before, asking him about himself, offering him lemonade made with your own secret recipe. You were sweet talking him and he knew it was your way of trying to get him to break the rules for you next time you went out. But if there was one thing about Yunho it was that he wasn't a people pleaser, and he wasn't one to give in easily especially not to brats like you.

The week flew by for him and like usual, here he was on his way with you and Mingi to another top club in New York city. You were dressed in a two piece set this time, the skirt so short your underwear peeked through every time you sat down. With wandering eyes everywhere, in order to shield you Yunho’s big frame stood in front of you. He takes your hand and you smile up at him with big eyes, but he averts his focus to his job at hand which was protecting you.

***

By midnight you're drunk out of your mind, so drunk that you ended up booking a hotel room in the building where the said club was at. You told yourself you deserved to get wasted and spoil yourself in a luxurious hotel after the hell week you’d had.

“I-i don’t wanna go home, just take me up to my room whenever. I forwarded you the reservation email.” You told Yunho. It wouldn’t align with your father’s rules but Yunho was sure you'd twist up some pretty lie to get out of being asked too many questions. “Tell my parents I'm crashing at Cassie’s.” Yunho could only agree, because what else could he do in this situation? Would it put his job in jeopardy? Yes, was he annoyed with you? Also yes, but he'd rather deal with your father later than have you cause another scene for him and Mingi yet again.

“One more drink Yuyu please?” You ask, your eyes big and glassy as you stare up at him. He shakes his head, “I don’t think it's a good idea to keep drinking miss. At least take a break.” He suggests, your lips form a pout but you were too tired to fight him. Eventually you manage to slip through the crowd and to the bar. Mingi and Yunho search for you but their panic is short lived when you reappear with another martini in hand.

“Do you want some?” You ask, there you go again with that suggestive gaze that has him reeling. He shakes his head and as you're about to take another sip he pulls the glass away from you. “I said no more.” You pout at his harsh tone.

“Fine, take me to the bathroom then.” You say crossing your arms. Yunho sighs internally, deciding that having you use the restroom alone was too risky he convinces Cassie to take you. The blonde holds on to your arm as Yunho clears space for you to walk through. He stands outside the door and motions Cassie to bring you in.

Yunho waits outside for what feels like an eternity; after 20 minutes he knocks on the door. Cassie opens and without a word pulls him in. “what-” but Cassie shakes her head, “she threw up about half of the drinks she drank. I fed her some water, she should be sobering up.” You sit against the wall of the fancy bathroom with your eyes closed. You feel a hand going around your bicep to hoist you up and you shake your head.

“Don’t move me, I’d rather wait it out here. Just get me some water please.” Not daring to have your eyes obliterated by the harsh light you keep them closed. You hear the bathroom door open, letting the noise of the club in for a second before it muffles out again.

A full bottle and a half of water later, you had sobered up almost entirely. You rinse your mouth in the sink and pat some cold water on your chest to freshen up and head back out where Yunho stands.

You walk through the crowd heading straight for the bar, ready for at least another round of drinks but Yunho pulls you back. “No more drinks.” He states flatly. Your brows draw together, sending him a confused look. “Um, who says I can’t? Cause as far as I can remember you’re just my bodyguard not my dad.” Now you have taken it upon yourself to mess with him. You were tired of being bossed around. Your eyes bore into his, his gaze has shifted in a way you had never seen before; he was pissed. Sucking in a deep breath he leans down to your ear, “you are done for the night.” You swallow thickly and shrug trying to play off the sudden ache in the bottom half of your body. You take the lead, both men following close behind you.

Despite sobering up, the exhaustion after drinking is catching up to you and the little alcohol you have left in your system still keeps you a bit unstable on your feet. The elevator ride up to the room is tension filled. You can feel both men’s gazes on you, and out of the corner of your eye you see the way Yunho and Mingi exchange glances.

As soon as you step through the door Yunho breaks the silence, “I need you to sit down and drink some water.” Taking the water bottle from his grip, you sit down purposefully taking small sips. Both men watch you carefully, pulling their blazers off and draping them over a chair, leaving them both in their white button ups.

“I don’t really want any more water.” Your hoarse voice says, pushing the bottle away from you. You go to stand up but Yunho stops you.

“Sit the fuck down.” He points at the seat as soon as you rise to your feet.

“Excu-”

“Now.” You plop back down on the soft chair in defeat.

“You’ve been a real fucking pain the ass you know that right?” At that you giggle, biting your lip a little too hard at his frustration.

“She thinks it's funny Min.” A low hum rumbles through Mingi’s chest.

“Do you want me to blow you as a thank you for being the best bodyguard ever and putting up with me? Because I will.” Your body is now burning hot, just the mere thought of Yunho having you on your knees in front of his best friend who is also your chauffeur excites you. You slowly rise to your feet, stepping carefully towards Yunho as if testing the waters. Your bare feet on the carpet showcasing the sheer size difference between you and the dark blue haired man. Without second thought his hands cup your face and pull you into him for a kiss. Everything goes fast, your hands grip his wrists as he still has a hold of your face as he kisses you with pure fervor.

“Fucking brat.” Yunho pulls you away and redirects you towards Mingi who is now standing by the bed. Your arms stretch out to reach for the Mingi, he pulls you into him and you meet his lips as Yunho manhandles your skirt. Mingi wastes no time laying you down, the skirt of your two piece set now resting on your waist from the vigorous movement, your panty clad cunt on full display. Yunho presses you down into bed by your chest, his opposite hand coming down to play with you. His fingers rub over the fabric of your now soiled underwear.

“Such a good girl huh Yunho?” Mingi says chuckling at your writhing form. Yunho smirks,

“Sit behind her, why don't you.” Yunho pulls you up and Mingi slots himself between you and the plush pillows, your back now resting flush against his chest. His arms encircle themselves around your waist as Yunho tugs your panties down. He holds the fabric up by his finger, “We’ve been getting peeks of this slutty thong all night, how cute.” Yunho chuckles.

His fingers toys with you before slipping two slender digits inside. Immediately your back arches against your chauffeur’s chest, his grip only tightening on you. His eyes are focused on his fingers splitting you open, his hand coming down to rest right above your pelvis. He starts with languid strokes, and the way you only spread your legs further for him eggs him on to pick up speed.

“Look at you, spreading your legs open like a slut.” There’s a condescending look on Yunho’s face when he speaks to you. The veins on his arms slightly bulged out from the excretion. You could only whine and attempt to buck your hips on his fingers. Between the haze of the alcohol and the duo's cologne invading your senses you feel yourself spiraling. A knot forming in the pit of your tummy builds up fast. Your lower body begins to shake as your legs threaten to close, that's when Mingi reaches for one of your legs and he hooks his hand behind your knee pulling you open for Yunho.

“Open up pretty.” He murmurs in your ear.

“Im gon-na, Yuyu.” You squirm in Mingi’s grip, your whines picking up in volume. You can barely keep your eyes open and then your orgasm hits you. Your body shudders heavily under the two men. Yunho sends you encouraging words as you cum all over his fingers. Mingi leans down to press feathered kisses on your cheek, his lips inching slowly towards your now messy glossy lips. He kisses you hard, his hand unhooking from your leg and coming down hard against your pussy. Your whole body jolts at the action you can only cry out and take what they give you.

“Come here baby,” Yunho says, pulling you up swiftly. Your legs are shaky as you stand close to him, his hands on your face again, this time you lean to kiss him, glossy lips working desperately against his. But Yunho wasn’t about to let you do what you wanted, not this time. He pulls away, his large hand wrapping around your throat as he squeezes lightly, only enough to take your breath away momentarily.

“Watch it slut, you want something you have to work for it.” He spits, backing you into Mingi. “Who goes first? Me or you?” The driver chuckles and pulls your arms behind your back bending you into the bed. “I’ll break her in for you, how about that?” Yunho smiles at him, “don't let her cum. Tiny has to learn to work for things, she can’t just swipe daddy’s Amex here.” Yunho mocks.

You climb onto the bed face down, ass up, with your hands resting behind your back. Mingi’s belt buckle resonates loudly in the room, echoing in the haze of your brain. Yunho suddenly comes into your line of vision, his pants also unbuckled.

“Are you ready baby?” He asks, feigning a pout at the tears lining your eyes. You lift your head, your hands coming to support you as you push yourself up. You nod vigorously,

“Please Yuyu, I want it so bad.” You whine. Yunho shakes his head and points at Mingi, “why don’t you ask Mingi nicely baby.”

You pant softly and crane your neck to look at the man behind you. “Please Mingi, I want it so bad.” Your hips wiggle back towards him. Mingi’s mushroom tip prods at your entrance

“You want it?” he teases and you nod, taking your lip between your teeth, his large hands grip your waist as he gently pushes in. His girth alone splitting you open slowly. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, at the intrusion.

“Hands behind your back girlie.” Yunho whispers, your arms reach back and Mingi holds on to them as he pulls you onto him, his entire length buried in you. His warm skin comes in contact with your ass and suddenly he’s set a delicious pace that has you reeling. Your breath gets caught in your throat and you're sure you've now gone dumb. Yunho is talking to you but you can barely hear him, until he taps your cheek, his hand cupping your chin and gently lifting your face up. His leaking tip pokes your lips, you open your mouth, wide eyes looking up at him. Yunho bites lip, his hands caressing your face.

“Good fucking girl baby.” You hum around his cock and he gently moves further in until he hits the back of your throat. You gag slightly, tears now rolling down your cheeks freely.

“Being used from both ends, baby. Look at you.” Mingi moans, his thrust now becoming erratic, he eventually resorts to barely pulling out, his hips jutting hard against you just bullying his tip against your cervix. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, your orgasm fast approaching. Yunho takes notice of the way, you're going limp on the bed, your whole body twitching.

“She's about to cum, don't let her finish. She doesn't deserve it yet Min.” He grunts, pulling out of your mouth and cupping your chin once again. He watches with an amused smile as Mingi struggles to slow down and pull out, just as you're about to fall over the brink it all stops. Your tired body collapses on the bed, writhing in discomfort at your fading high.

“Yun-ho, please.” You whine, rubbing your legs together.

“I'm pretty sure I gave myself blue balls man,” Mingi shudders, his hand running up and down his cock, trying to keep the stimulation going. Yunho ignores his friend's comment and takes his place instead, he looms over you now. He pulls you on your back, tugging on the top you still wore, which was now soiled with spit and tears. He tugs at the stretchy material until it sits comfortably under your chest. Your tits spilling over, nipples perky and waiting for attention. He toys with your tits, fondling them and laying a flat smack that irritates the skin. You're panting like a dog, legs open waiting for him to do whatever he wanted to you.

“Are you ready to work for it?” He asks, once again in a condescending tone. You nod, your hands reaching around the bed feeling for Mingi. Yunho leans down pressing a sloppy kiss to your lips, his tongue swipes over your lip, your mouth drops open as he slips inside, instantly buried to the hilt. He gives you one last kiss and pulls away, instantly setting a brutal pace. Pleasure spreads all over your abdomen, as his cock hits that spongy spot deep within you. You're a moaning mess, legs trying to cage him in and hips lifting to meet him but he doesn't let you.

“You're acting like a bitch in heat baby, you wanna cum?” He asks, and you nod, letting out a strangled cry. “Ye-yes yuyu please.” Mingi’s hand works heavy on his cock, trying to match the grip your cunt had around him.

“I said work for it, remember? So why don’t you be a doll and help Mingi.” He motions over to the man beside your head. You do the best you can to replace his hand, your pace is shaky, barely consistent, he leans a bit closer and you are able to get his red tip in your mouth. His hand coming down to cup the back of your head, helping you lift up without causing much strain. Mingi lowers his hips, lodging himself deeper in your mouth. You can barely focus anymore, your headspace far from reality.

“She's going dumb look at her,” Yunho grunts, Mingi breathes heavily above you. And you suck gently and somehow that's enough to push him over the edge. His cum spills into your mouth at the same time your high is building up. You pull from him, his tip still leaking, now spilling all over your lips and chin. Yunho hold your hips and your hands come down to grip his forearms as he fucks you into the bed.

“You earned it tiny, go ahead and fucking c-cum.” Yunho strangles out, your orgasm builds up until you're falling over the edge. Your body locks up, legs shaking as you ride your high, loud whines falling from your lips. You relax into the bed and Yunho who ruts against you suddenly stills and spills into your gummy walls. He sucks in a deep breath as the pulsing in his cock comes to a slow halt. He pulls out and his seed is spilling out from you, running down between your lips and onto the bed creating a wet patch.

Your eyes are closed, lungs still trying to suck in air from the heavy exertion. You feel yourself getting moved around, a warm towel wiping your face and then between your legs. Someone pulls you out of the matching set that was still bunched around your waist.

You feel a tap on your cheek and you open your eyes to be met by Mingi and a water bottle. “Here's some water doll.” You sit up and gently sip from the bottle, humming at the cool liquid running down your scratched throat. Yunho slips on the white button he sported on you. Mingi looks at him as he puts the blazer back on.

“I’ll stop somewhere for a button up in the morning.” Yunho says when he feels Mingi’s judgemental gaze on him. “Get some rest doll, Mingi and I will be back for you in the morning.” you pout as they tuck you into the plush bed. “You can't stay?” You ask but you knew the answer. Yunho shakes his head, “gotta report that you are safe. It'll also look suspicious if we stay, you know you got eyes on you everywhere now.” You nod and nuzzle into the bed.

The door clicks softly behind them as they walk towards the elevators. “I can tell she really likes you.” Mingi informs his best friend. Yunho shrugs, “That's rocky territory, I couldn't imagine what her father would do if he ever found out.” In a way it hurt his chest the thought of never seeing you again if your father found out. After pining over you for the past 3 years in secrecy, and it coming down to tonight's activities he was happy, but it was also bittersweet that nothing further than this could ever happen; he could never call you fully his out of fear.

Yunho rests against the elevator wall, anxiety creeping up on him at the thought of trying to play this all off in the future. He avoids the front desk personnel’s gaze as she gives him a questioning look on his attire as his bare chest peeked through the expensive blazer. When they're both back in the car he reports to your father through text that you'd insisted on crashing at Cassie’s place and that they’d be back for you early in the morning.

***

The following weeks were a blur at least for Yunho, he couldn't concentrate on anything other than you, all he ever saw was you. He caught himself admiring more than ever before; so much so Mingi had to often snap him back to reality. Aside from that, there was nothing he could do besides stay quiet and do his job. He had Mingi to vent to but that ended when the man resigned after he got a job opportunity as a producer. He was shortly replaced by Hongjoong, he was cool and all but he couldn’t have deep conversations with him like he did with his best friend.

The lewd activities from that night replayed in his mind and he just couldn’t help how much his feelings for you kept growing since then; he was sure he was now in love. He envied Mingi and how easily he relaxed in situations where Yunho was conflicted.

“Why are you stressing, man? We all had a good time, it doesn't need to be brought up again.” His friend would say, but that was easy for him to say when he wasn't in love with you.

You on the other hand had developed a full blown crush on your bodyguard, you liked the way he handled you, that was all you needed in your life. Not being able to hold back any longer you’d began to sneak out into the greenhouse that sat in a quiet corner of your grand backyard. Yunho would meet you for quickies, which would eventually lead to the two of you talking till the late hours of the night all while your parents remained clueless inside. You knew how much Yunho feared losing his job and being faced by your father, but of one thing you were sure; you always got what you wanted, and Yunho would be yours one way or another.

#ateez smut #hongjoong smut #seonghwa smut #mingi smut #jongho smut #san smut #smut #wooyoung smut #yeosang smut #yunho smut #yungi smut #yungi

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an-idyllic-novelist · 2 days ago

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Goku + Vegeta when their spouse is away on a work trip headcanons

warnings: established relationship, husband/wife, fem!reader is taking Chi-Chi and Bulma's place as the Saiyan’s significant other in each separate, respective scenario.

If this does make you feel comfortable, please hit the back 'button' on your phone or laptop and do not leave any mean comments. This blog is a safe space for everyone to share their thoughts and enjoy fics.

Special thanks to @actuallysaiyan for being my beta-reader and cheerleader, this piece wouldn’t have been possible without her.

I would love to hear feedback on these types of scenarios for Dragonball/Dragonball Z and if I should continue them or what I should try writing next~!

divider by @cafekitsune

Son Goku

Goku would definitely be excited to have the house all to himself for an entire week because that meant he got to spend more time training to get stronger! Your sons would also be home while you’re gone on this business trip, so that’s a bonus right there!

As much as he loves to fight, he would like to make up for the time he had missed seeing Gohan grow up and get to know Goten more. Goku wouldn’t exactly be called the best father, but he had been putting in the effort after the Old Kai had given him another chance at life. He had an inkling just how hard you worked at your job to provide for the family from Gohan, but once you were out of the door? Totally different story.

Goku only knows how to cook simple meals, but he would wait until almost all the food you had meticulously prepared for your departure was almost gone. At least before he walked in the door one evening after a grueling session with Vegeta and he saw Gohan cooking in the kitchen with Goten clinging to his side. Not just what you would you normally eat, but the portions you always dished out that would fill him and the boys up.

Turns out that after he had died and his oldest son defeated Cell, you had developed a new routine in his absence: You would be up first thing in the morning, followed by Gohan, who had early morning classes. He would take care of making lunches while you did breakfast, then wake up Goten. Gohan would fly with Goten to West City to go to school, and you would leave for work. If you left work on time, then you’d come straight home and start cooking dinner. If you had to work a few extra hours, then Gohan would be in charge of the kitchen. Goten would help with setting the table, since he was still too young to do any cooking or handle sharp objects.

Once dinner was served and finished, you would clean up the kitchen while Gohan helped his little brother with homework or getting him ready for bed. Afterwards you would read Goten a bedtime story, then it was lights out for everyone until the next day arrived. Gohan would be an exception to the rule if he wanted to put in a few extra hours of studying.

This routine taught the boys not only how to do chores on their own, but also to be a little more independent. It was actually Piccolo’s idea; the Namekian had helped you with looking after them when they were younger on days when you would be stuck at the office longer than expected when Bulma couldn’t. She already had her hands full as the new president of Capsule Corp and being a mother herself.

You were more than happy to compensate for Piccolo’s time with jugs of high-quality water or a meal. It was no surprise that he became a father-figure to Goten as he had been to Gohan.

Hearing all of this from his oldest son stunned and made Goku’s chest swell with happiness and pride. He had sacrificed himself to save the world from Cell, but it wasn’t until after he arrived in the Other World that he realized he had left you all alone. It couldn’t have been easy, especially after Goten was born, but you all did it. He was very proud of you, and he wished you were here now so he could show you just how much he appreciated you.

But you weren’t here. You wouldn’t be back for another six days. Maybe that’s why it felt sort of lonely to go to sleep that night, noticing how cold your side of the bed was.

By the third or fourth day Goku will be whiny, constantly annoying Vegeta during their training sessions on how much he misses you and wants you to come soon so he could eat your cooking or worse, complains why you had to leave for this trip when you could have stayed home before the Saiyan Prince points out how many times he has left his family alone before promptly kicking Goku out of the gravity room.

On the fifth day, he was more than ready to fly wherever you were and bring you home. Unfortunately, the reason you had suddenly called the house right after dinner was because you wouldn’t be coming home like you had planned. Something unexpected happened with a major project at the office, and the higher-ups put you in charge of damage control. Right now you were looking for another day, maybe two days? You promised to keep him or Gohan updated, but Goku was not happy with the news.

He knows your job is important, but what about your family? Nope. You have already worked enough, someone else can handle the problem! You were coming home in two days, no ifs or buts.

You had better be prepared to get the shock of your life if you decide otherwise, because Goku will use Instant Transmission to be wherever you are and suffocate you with bone-crushing hugs and wet kisses. Don’t worry about the kids, he called Piccolo to watch them until the two of you got back.

Now, please give him some attention~.

Vegeta

Vegeta is an arrogant and stubborn-ass Saiyan, even if everyone else says he’s definitely calmed down a lot after getting married and having Trunks. This guy will never admit how much you have changed his life for the better.

Like Goku, he would be delighted to hear that you are leaving for a weeklong work trip; to him, this means he has more time to focus on getting stronger than being forced to sit with you after dinner to watch a show you liked and cuddle for a bit in bed before it’s lights out. It was also an excellent opportunity to get Trunks in the gravity room. He will not tolerate the idea of Kakarot’s younger son being more powerful than his heir apparent.

He would definitely rely on either the meals you prepared ahead of time because he cannot cook or takeout with the emergency black card you’ve left for them on the counter to use while you are gone. Vegeta is a hazard in the kitchen unless it’s warming up something on the stove and microwave.

Although he is technically a stay-at-home dad, Vegeta would quickly realize just how much you do around the house. Regardless of the extra hours you put in at the office, you had always made sure everything was spotless, there was plenty of food on the table, and spent time with him and Trunks. Vacation days? Used only to take four day family trips together or if you were sick.

On the third day, he wouldn’t spend it training from morning to late afternoon in the gravity room or spar with Kakarot. Instead, he scrubs the house from top to bottom once he’s dropped Trunks off at school; washing the dishes in the sink, throwing out expired foodstuff, and decimating the dust bunnies with the vacuum. Once the last load of laundry is done, he rushes to get his son.

He would make Trunks clean his own room. If it was dirty or didn’t meet his expectations of cleanliness? Extra thirty minutes of training or doing one hundred push-ups would serve as his son’s punishment. He did not raise a lazy son, thank you.

He would be more moody than usual in your absence and not realize until Yamcha or another Z-Fighter pointed it out at a surprise cookout at Capsule Corp held on the fourth day. Vegeta would scowl silently and not say anything, even if he took up Mrs. Brief’s offer to take home any leftovers.

As much as he wanted to use the new Instant Transmission technique and bring you home immediately, his pride prevents from doing so. He is the Prince of Saiyans. He is not a weakling to where he cannot handle you being gone for an entire week.

(He does not take it well when you call him on the day before you are supposed to be back that you need to stay for another day to work on a report for the higher-ups. Trunks had to remind him to breathe and loosen his grip on the phone or he’d break the damned thing)

Expect Vegeta to act like a grumpy and super clingy cat as soon as you walk in the door. He will literally follow you into the bathroom because he does not want to be left alone like that again. Do not even think about denying Vegeta the opportunity to take a bath or shower with him because he will have a hissy fit.

Trunks will have to wait to cuddle with his mother. A prince’s needs come first after all~.

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silentium-symphony · 1 day ago

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Hey, You Free? Modern AU (Link x Reader)

hiii so sorry this took so long!! i had actually been working on another fic before shelving it and deciding to work on a Valentine's fic.... a week after Valentine's LMAO but wtv. thank you one again for being patient w me and I hope you enjoy!!

cw: afab!reader, modern!au, fluff, bestie!link, link is kinda fruity lol, getting a lil wine-tipsy, mentions of an unnamed ex

wc: 4.1k

♤♢ ~~ ♡♧

Another Valentine's alone.

You sipped on the glass of wine, careful not to spill the burgundy liquid on your ultra-expensive and super duper classy outfit of a thrice-worn t-shirt and shorts when a notification bubbled over the TikTok you were watching.

Linky Twinky🧚🏼‍♂️: Hey, you free?

You set the glass down with a gentle ting and tapped on the notification, opening up your messaging app. Your fingers giddily flew across the screen, a gremlin grin hooking your lips.

You: ofc I am 🥲🥲 why what's up??

You thumbed the body of your glass and stared at the three dots that popped in and out of the screen. Anticipation and baited breath straightened your slumped posture and your cheeks started to heat up as you remembered the slobby outfit you were wearing. You seem to have a second sense when it came to these things because a few short moments later, he replied:

Linky Twinky🧚🏼‍♂️: I'm coming over

You immediately jumped out of your lounged hunch and headed straight for your wardrobe, already half-disrobed by the time you swung the doors open. You frantically typed back a response.

You: wait what 😭 hol up i look ugly rn LOL

You had just dunked your grimy clothes in the hamper when your phone chimed.

Linky Twinky🧚🏼‍♂️: Girrlll you always look gorg whatchu talkin abt 😍🤪😩✨️

Now why tf did your heart flutter lmao

You hearted his message before you tried on Outfit #1. You twirled around the mirror and smoothed out the trivial wrinkles and creases that rippled through the cloth. It was one of your more upscale outfits, worn only during special or dressier occasions. Your once proud smile faltered to a disgusted grimace. It looked like you were trying too hard (you were).

Outfit #2 perfectly encapsulated ‘casual…’ But what if it was too casual? It was barely a step above what you were wearing before… You jerked the top off and stomped out of the bottoms when your phone buzzed again.

Linky Twinky 🧚🏼‍♂️: I'm picking up food bc I seriously doubt you ate yet >:( what do you want?

You thumbed through the makings of Outfit #3 while you pondered the age-old question of “what's for dinner” when you responded:

You: idk lol. where are you?? what's nearby?

Linky Twinky 🧚🏼‍♂️ : So helpful, thanks 🥴🙃 but I'm at the intersection of 26th and Westgate. It looks like there's some pizza nearby??? You good with that or do you want something else?

You: pizza sounds good! ty pookie <333 do you want me to pay you back??

He hearted the message.

Linky Twinky 🧚🏼‍♂️: Nah it's fine. What kind of toppings do you want?

You tapped your desired toppings and sauce base and pressed send.

Linky Twinky 🧚🏼‍♂️: Got it. See you in a bit babe 😘

Why did your heart flutter AGAIN C'MON MAN GET IT TOGETHER

You let out a raggedy sigh and haphazardly tossed your phone onto your bed. Your fingers danced atop the rainbow arrangement of hangers as your mind’s eye jigsaw-ed an outfit from the pieces you plucked out. You began slipping on the garments.

Outfit #3 looked the most promising so far! The perfect blend of casual and classy—thank the gods you found it in time. You did a lil’ dance in front of your mirror and shuffled the rejected outfits back into your closet. You hauled ass to your TV to turn on 24/7 LIVESTREAM Fireplace ASMR Crackling Sound for Sleep, Study, and Relaxation with Smooth Jazz and set down a second glass to accompany your lonely first. You placed the wine in the fridge to chill it when your phone buzzed.

Linky Twinky 🧚🏼‍♂️: Got the pizza. Should be there in about 10 min

You placed the wine in the freezer to chill it. While the wine was chilling and hopefully not freezing or whatever, you fluffed and arranged the pillows on your sofa and smoothed that one corner of your rug that's been creased into a new shape thanks to your klutzy self. The small, somewhat inconspicuous stains on your countertops might as well have drawn an arrow to themselves and twerked in the spotlight as adrenaline-pumped shame overtook you. You had just finished scrubbing your counters and chucking your dirty dishes into the wash when your phone chimed once more.

Linky Twinky 🧚🏼‍♂️: Here. Let me in I'm freezing

You took one last look-over in the mirror before grabbing your keys and heading out the door. One hand combed through your lightly tousled hair while the other hearted Link’s message. The tip of your elbow was employed to get the elevator up and running. As the churning hum of metal cables and gears worked its way up the idle space, you rocked back and forth on your heels in time with your quickening heart. You swiped open your phone's camera and broomed and brushed the wisps and strays that clung to your forehead. The elevator announced its arrival with an off-tune ding!

The soft hum of elevator music rivaled the rackety grates of metal-on-metal from outside your confines. With a final lurch, the elevator doors rolled open with that off-tune ding! You rounded the corner and sped-walked down the short hallway; the side profile of a young man sitting on one of the benches outside, hunched over pitifully and protectively over a pizza box, filled your view. A chuckled bubbled out of you as you pressed your key fob against the sensor, unlocking the door with a soft click.

Link's face, reddened and scrunched by grueling winds and below-zero temperatures, immediately lit up seeing his pretty… so pretty savior halo'd by the lobby's warm light. He hopped up and immediately dashed for the slowly opening door.

“Thank the gods, I thought I was gonna die out there.” He chattered through shaking teeth, his lips drawn back into a lopsided grin. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down for a quick side hug, careful not to crush the fruits of his labor. His cold shocked your system, but his face warmed up fairly quickly.

“Thanks for coming by. I really appreciate it.” You hummed, releasing your grapple and leading him back to the elevator. “Do you want me to hold that for you?”

“Nah I got it, thanks.” He snorted. “I felt like SpongeBob delivering pizza to that one dude who lived in the middle of nowhere.”

A belly laugh rumbled through the both of you as you hopped on the elevator and whirred up the floors.

“How's your Valentine's goin’?” He inquired, a goofy tilt in his voice.

You dished out the nastiest stink eye and scoffed. “Alone, thanks for asking.”

“Not for long, babe. I'm here now.” The only thing more charming than his wink was that boyish smile he flashed. Your cheeks warmed and your hands found his muscular bicep in a playful smack. He laughed in time with the ding and watched you stomp your way to your unit. He caught up with you in a few strides as you unlocked the door to the intimately lit room.

Link stood wide-eyed and open-mouthed at the place, absently failing to shuffle out of his boots.

“Wow. You really cleaned up the place.”

“What's that supposed to mean?” You huffed with a wry smile, taking the cold pizza from his hands so he could undo his boot laces. You turned your back to your gawking guest as you eyed the re-heating instructions on the cardboard.

“Girl, I've seen you and your apartment at your worst.” He neatly placed his boots to the side and folded his arms. “Remember how I visited you every day for a whole month after that piece of shit broke up with you a week before your birthday?”

“Ugh, don't remind me.” You heated up the oven and slipped the pizza in. “Gods, that was horrible… I've only lasted this long thanks to you.”

You turned to see him sitting at your counter, balancing the skinny neck of your wine glass with his fingers.

“Have you ever wondered where he is now?” He asked, absently watching the wine slosh side-to-side.

“Nah. I stopped caring once he started balding.”

You both let out a squealy holler followed by unhinged cackling.

“Girl, forget the bullet—you dodged a whole nuclear missile.” He concluded with glee, sipping the wine with a content sigh. “You deserve to be treated like the queen you are.”

“Thanks, babe.” You snickered, stealing back your glass from your exasperated bestie. A look of faux offense gripped his sharp features.

“What?” You chortled. “This is my glass. The empty one is yours.”

“Sooo where's the wine?”

“In the freezer.”

“The freezer?” He repeated incredulously, his nose crinkling at that revelation. He opened your freezer and was met face-to-bottle with fine aged wine.

“Huh. All right.”

He poured himself a healthy amount and held out his glass for a toast. With matching smiles, your glasses met with a soft cling and you both sipped the bold, fruity concoction. Link's eyes glazed over and shut as he reveled in another sip.

“This is good. Where did you buy this?”

“I got it as a gift when I had my promotion. My boss gave it to me.”

“Wish my boss would do that.” He sighed. “The only thing she gives me is more work.”

“I thought you loved your work?” You hummed, slumping over the counter and closer to Link.

“Oh, I do. Don’t get me wrong, I love working for Zelda but… She really makes me work for that check, y’know what I mean?” He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yeah, she's a hard-worker… Super pretty too.” You slipped in quietly, gauging his response. He shrugged and took another sip.

“Yeah, I guess.”

Not gonna lie, your heart raced at his nonchalant remark and you felt like a giddy little schoolgirl fishing for validation from your crush. Liquid courage may be whispering something to you as you asked aloud,

“Have you been seeing anyone?”

Link's eyes widened and he slammed his cup back down, hurriedly swallowing the glass’s contents before coughing and rubbing his chest. You grabbed him a napkin and awkwardly laughed.

“Sorry, didn't mean to spring it on you like that! I think the alcohol is getting to me…”

“Uh—…. Uh-huh…” He mumbled, shock evidently laced through his features.

“You don't have to answer if you don't want to.”

“I haven't.”

“Wh… Huh?”

“I haven't been seeing anyone.” He looked at you, eyes still bright but edged with an earnestness you weren't used to seeing. Frankly, it felt rather… intimately intimidating to be under his unblinking gaze.

“O-Oh…? And why is that…?”

The faintest twitch tugged his eyebrows. He opened his mouth to speak, but the digital beep beep beep from your oven pulled you out of your hazed stupor. With a stiff laugh, you pulled away and slipped on your oven mitts.

“P-Pizza's done! Haha, almost forgot about it.”

You pulled down the oven door and was hit first with a wall of hot air and second by the delicious, hearty aroma of freshly heated pizza. You pulled the comfortingly toasty box out of the oven and set it back down under Link's nose. The both of you ooh'ed and aah'ed at the final reveal, watching the gooey melted cheese mingle with your favorite toppings and—.

“Oooh, cheese-filled crust?”

“Mhmm. It's a special day, after all.”

“Hell yeah, man.” You dished out two plates and scooped up a gooey slice, carefully avoiding the hot stringy cheese from scalding your fingers. Link waited for you to fish out your slice before he dove for the one next to yours. You puffed hasty breaths over its sizzling surface and took the first bite of sustenance you'd had all day. The crust was warm and slightly crisp, softening deliciously under the weight of the pizza's sauce. The cheese filled your mouth with warmy goodness, and your favorite toppings elevated the simple meal into something divine.

You cast a glance back at Link, who was looking right at you with a small smirk.

“Mm-what?” You muddled.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself.” He cocked his head to the side, grin widening.

“This shit's good as fuck.”

“Yeah, but you were having a whole moment.” A sudden heat surged through your cheeks and you cleared your throat, averting your gaze.

“Don't be mad, but… This may or may not be my first meal of the day.”

“Girl, I swear to Hylia—”

“I'm sorry! I just got distracted…”

“Doing what? You're off today.”

reading fanfics “Uh… TikTok?”

An audible groan heaved out of the man as he took another bite.

“How many times do I have to tell you? You should eat at least twice a day if you can. Of course it'd be great if you could have three meals, but if you can't, at least two! Just two!”

“I know, I know, you're right…”

“Mhmm, you only say that to get me off your back… C’mon, you have to remember to eat. Please? Please don't forget to eat, okay?”

“Okay, fine! I'll remember, okay?”

“Promise?”

“Yesss, I promise…”

“Good. Thank you.” With a satisfied nod, he finished the rest of his first slice before decorating his plate with two more. “Let's watch a movie. What’re you in the mood for?”

“Mm… I wanna watch a Ghibli movie.”

“Oooh okay, what were you thinking?”

You filed through your mental catalogue at an unhurried pace, adding additional slices to your plate and brimming your near-empty cup with more wine. Link followed suit and moved the pizza and wine over to your coffee table, plunking down in your sofa's soft cushions. With a click of a button, he pulled up several streaming services that had Studio Ghibli's best films.

“We've got Ponyo, Spirited Away, Arrietty…” He mumbled, thumbing through the selection.

“Wanna watch Howl?”

“Howl's Moving Castle?”

“Yeah.”

“Sure. I love that one.” While the on-screen cursor shuffled through the carousel of films, he patted the space beside him. “C'mere.”

You took a large swig of wine before ambling over and plopping down beside him.

Perhaps… a little too close, you thought as his residual body heat emanated through you. You tried shuffling away a bit, worried he might be uncomfortable, but the wine had begun to dull your motor functions just a tad. You let out a chesty cough as you dove for your pizza and wine, hoping you could rock yourself away as you told yourself over and over that it was only the wine that was making you feel all warm and tingly inside.

The iconic blue logo of the beloved movie studio beamed through the screen. Link got up with a huff to turn off the rest of the lights, leaving you sagged and chilled from his absence. Your heart pulsed with a confusing jolt of relief and excitement when he promptly returned to his post right beside you, ignoring the other 90% of the sofa. You didn’t know whether your heart or thoughts were racing faster as the opening sequence to Howl's Moving Castle idled by.

The mechanical hiss and creaks of Howl’s castle lurching through the fog grounded you enough to begin to relax, slumping more and more into the back of your cushions until you were in a comfortable lounge. As you grew more engrossed in the film, your surroundings (including your best friend) began to fade away from your mind’s eye.

Link downed several gulps of wine, hardly tasting and much less appreciating the dark, full-bodied notes of the cabernet. A velvety rush coursed through him as he peeked down at you, fully in tune with the movie. He weakly disguised his chuckle with a cough as his arms stretched up, his cough turning into a more noticeable ahem that was just enough to break the movie’s spell.

“Um… Is it okay if I put my arm here…?” He murmured, careful to speak only just above the TV’s volume but loud enough to be heard clearly. You looked at him, your slightly agape mouth contrasting your widened eyes as he gestured to the backpiece of the sofa.

“Oh, uh, yeah… For sure, go ahead…” You squeaked, his now absent arm and gravity making you fall closer to his side.

“Thanks…” He tentatively wrapped his arm atop the fabric. “Sorry, my arm was bent in a weird position.”

A white lie, but shhh.

“You’re all good.” You assured with a smile. “Uh… Is it okay if I scoot a bit closer?”

“Yeah, that’s fine.” He breathed, swiftly covering up the little warble in his voice by clearing his throat.

“Thanks. Just a bit cold, ‘s all.”

A white lie, but shhh.

It wasn’t very long before you were both entranced by the movie, your hearts occasionally skipping a beat or a breath getting caught in your throats when either of you shuffled into the other.

You both silently watched the film, allowing yourself to be transported into the dreamy and nostalgic landscape of the fantasy world. As the movie worked its magic, you were internally smiling as the movie slowly approached the scene that would introduce the titular ♡Howl♡.

You let out a throaty, unhinged cackle when his clothed chest came into view, his arm protectively wrapping around the heckled Sophie. Link physically recoiled from the horrible sound.

“What?!”

“Howl!!!”

“Huh? I-I mean, yeah, but what—”

“Ughghgh, look at that scrumptious snack of a man.” You, quite loudly, mm-mm-MM’ed before taking another bite of your pizza and yet another heavy swig of your drink. “The things I would let that man do to me.”

A twinge of jealousy tugged at Link’s heartstrings and he scoffed at himself. No way he was fucking jealous of a fictional 2D man. But seeing you swoon over Howl in real-time sparked in him very similar feelings to when he saw you gushing about your balding ex.

“What, you got a thing for blonde hair, blue-eyed twinks guys?”

“Well I mean, look at him!” You turned, almost nose-to-nose with a blonde hair, blue-eyed twink guy. The corners of his lips cocked wickedly as a brow raised.

“Yeah? What about him?”

“I mean,” You blubbered, “I don’t know, he’s just… Well, he’s handsome and I don’t know, he’s got this boyish charm that’s really…”

“Yeah? Really what?”

“Really… Um, attractive?”

“Huh.” He exhaled. “Interesting.”

“What’s interesting?”

“Never knew you had a type.”

“Well, not necessarily! If I like someone, I just like them. That’s it.”

“So what makes you like someone?”

“Like, if we just vibe together I guess…”

“So you guys just… have to vibe?”

“No, it’s more than that! I like someone who is kind, patient, loyal…” Howl began to fade from your mind. “Smart, funny… Aggressively caring...”

“’Aggressively caring?’” He repeated with a bemused lilt in his tone.

“Yeah, someone who makes sure I’m doing okay. Someone who calls me out of the blue because they saw something that reminded them of me. Someone who tells me to take care of myself all the time… Someone who,” you swallowed, “visits me every day for a whole month after a breakup.”

His tilted smile stiffened and his eyes crinkled from general amusement to something more. You continued, gut gnawing and breath clenching.

“Someone who takes care of me when I don’t have the strength to do so. Someone who reminds me that I’m capable of great things and pushes me to work for it. Someone who has never once stopped believing in me. Someone… Like you, Link.”

“(F/N)…”

“I like you, Link.” You drew your eyes to your hands. “A lot. And I know this is really sudden and I’m sorry for catching you off-guard, but—”

A firm grip hooked your forearm before you were lunged into something warm and firm. Your senses were enveloped by the faint smell of pine and amber, and the rapid thumps in his chest echoed through your core. Strong arms encircled you and pulled you closer, almost suffocatingly so, while a gentle hand carded through your hair.

“I… like you too.” He murmured to the top of your head.

“H-… What…?”

“I like you too, (F/N).” He pulled away, catching your flickering looks with his steady gaze. “For awhile now, actually.��

“R-Really?”

He nodded with a ‘mm,’ his warming cheeks spilling its heat onto yours. He brushed the flyaways from your face and cupped your cheeks in his hands, beholding you with such love and adoration you felt like melting.

“Oh, (F/N)…” You were pulled into another hug. “You have no idea how much this means to me.”

You nuzzled into his chest before his voice rumbled in your ear.

“Can I… Kiss your forehead?”

The innocent, almost juvenile request made your heart flutter, and if you weren't wrapped up in the comfiest bear hug you've ever been in, you definitely would have been squealing and kicking your feet. You looked up at him with a twinkle in your eye.

“I can do you one better.” You leaned in, your soft lips capturing his cheek. The heat blooming through your lips disappeared as quickly as it had come as you shyly pulled away.

“I think I can actually top that.” His face drew nearer, hovering just over yours. The fruity bitterness of the red wine diluted your senses into a mirthful haze. “Is… this okay…?”

Your widening smile and gentle nod was all the confirmation he needed to close the distance.

It was tender, soft, slow. His lips moved and melded with yours so perfectly, capturing every little moan and sigh that escaped you. He pulled away only to come again in soft devotion, his lips and hands caressing you with delicate worship. The soothing circles he rubbed into your cheeks paid no mind to the growing heat spilling between his fingers. The cold of the room blanketed your moistened lips suddenly; a shiver sourced from the cold heightened to one of pleasure as he languidly and carefully balanced your bottom lip with his teeth.

“You’re perfect…” He mumbled through your gasp, trailing butterfly kisses down your jaw and to the crook of your neck. You wound your arms around his neck and let out a wanton moan, filled with a deep-broiling need you weren’t cognizant of until now. He traced his lips up your neck, relishing in the goosebumps that prickled his sensitive flesh.

“Perfect and glorious, like the first light of dawn…” He caught your lips again, the motion tinged with something heavier this time, but still full of the awe and reverence he had initially bestowed. You pulled him closer, each of you melting into the other. You felt him sinking closer and closer to you, his hand traveling to the small of your back, almost to aid your gentle descent into your sofa.

“You’re wonderful… So, so good to me…” You breathed out in between kisses, your head spinning and filled with nothing but the thought of him. He pulled away slightly and combed your hair back, a slight smile on his lips. His lips met yours in between words.

“You are so beautiful, (F/N)…” Your eyes fluttered shut, basking in his endless kisses and whispered confessions of utter devotion. “I've wanted this for so long, I almost can't believe that we…”

“Are… together?” You finished, pecking the tip of his nose with childish delight. His chest heaved a laugh as his hands traveled to your hips, hoisting the both of you up into your previously seated positions. He pressed a chaste kiss to the top of your forehead while his hands left your hips to take residence in your hands, tracing the curve of each finger with giggle-filled pecks.

“Have I ever told you how gorgeous you are?”

“Yeah, you mentioned it over text earlier.” You chortled, watching him finish his loving ministrations with a kiss to the back of one hand before moving on to the other.

“And I meant it.”

The sincerity in his baby blue eyes and tenor tone made your heart swoon all the more. You bounced kisses and excited whispers amongst yourselves, until the terrified shriek of Howl cut through the peace. Both of you flinched as two pairs of eyes locked in at the source of the scream. You and Link watched your fictional crush zoom out of the bathroom to yell at the transformed Sophie for switching up his haircare potions.

“Do you wanna just start this thing over?” Link chuckled, watching the chaos unfold on the screen.

“Yeah, that sounds good.” You finished off the rest of your now-cold pizza while Link restarted the movie. With a couple clicks, the familiar bright blue of Studio Ghibli's logo silently filled the room. You turned to him, imprinting the image of blues and shadows painting his features in your memory forever.

“Link?”

“Mm?”

“Happy Valentine's Day.”

He turned to face you and flashed that smile—the one that had you falling in love over and over again.

“Happy Valentine's Day, Valentine.”

#link #link x you #link x reader #legend of zelda #loz #link legend of zelda #legend of zelda x reader #legend of zelda fanfiction #legend of zelda fandom #loz link x reader #this was honestly so fun to write teehee #i like writing gremlin link!#i think i usually write him as this stoic and quiet character (which i think is an accurate desc of him)#but it was nice to experiment and flesh out more of his unhinged gremlin side >:)

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popcornforone · 23 hours ago

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Bunked Up

A Mr Ben Fan Fic

I gave you a vote & you overwhelmingly chose Mr Ben as this weeks fic. This one I’ve had completed in draft since the end of November but then I had Christmas writing then the January & February challenges, so it been patient waiting for its turn.

Synopsis:- You are need an extra teacher for your field trip, your new boy friend mr Ben agrees to help.

Word Count:- 3000

Warnings:- DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! PIV unprotected sex, swearing, muffling, orgasms, established but secret & new realationship, lover colleagues, PDA, bed creeping, small bed scenario.

Thanks as always for the read peoples, I hope you enjoy this, it’s been a very fun write.

“Free for a second Ben” you poke your head around his class room door. “I need to vent & you always love to tell me to calm down” in you stroll, youve only been back at school 3 days teaching & are already stressed. Being the new head of geography is already proving hard work. Bens busy reading a the new poetry anthology he needs to get his 15 year olds to work on. His feet are up in the desk. He slowly lowers his book & his glasses & eyes pop up from behind it. Instantly making you calmer. Who could ever be angry at such a handsome face.

“Couldnt this wait until later” he groans, but he knows from your tone this needs to be off your chest now, you both like to try & leave work at work.

“Ben!”

“What”

“You’d rather I talked about this when we go out for dinner tonight?” It’s Thursday & you’ve decided to make tonight your date night. You’ve been seeing each other for the last 6 months & are soon going to have to have that chat about where you see this going.

“No you’re right sorry” he puts his book mark in & closes the anthology. You know he’s read this at least once, he took the book with you when you went on your mini break in the summer to the Hamptons.

“So you know George,”

“Yes”

“Well his wife now needs to be induced for the triplets they are having” Ben wonders why this affects you.

“Okay so…”

“The date they have been given in October 4th”

“&…”

“It’s when our field trip to Florida is happening, to take the kids to the keys just before storm season”

“So….” Ben can’t see the point”how does he having his babies effect your trip, he doesn’t teach Geography”

“No but he’s a man & he has always volunteered for trips to be the spare man if one is needed.” Ben sees your issue. “Me Jenny & Scott are all the geography teachers & we have to leave 2 teachers behind to teach the rest & set supply, so we need another man on the field trip”

“Okay yes” you look bemused.

“What do you mean yes”

“Yes I’ll do it…” your jaw drops.

“Ben… I…I… I wasn’t expecting that”

“Why not”

“Well you don’t even teach a humanity & no one cares if a Religious study’s teacher goes away for 5 days, but your head of English”

“Did you just want 5 days without me?” He says & takes his glasses off & bites the end of them. You dampen your panties instantly. That always makes you want to jump his bones.

“Ben stop it”

“Make me” you lean across his desk & pull at his dark blue tie. He groans. His lips that you kiss every day feeling more plump today for some reason. He holds your neck gently, cradling it.

“You sure you want to come on a boring geography field trip. I only came in here to have a moan…”

“You’ve done that in both respects” he giggles.

“Ben”

“What” you playfully dig him in the ribs.

“I’ll need to go clear this with the principal, but if you really did want to, then it would be a huge help then me having to email everyone in the school tomorrow morning”

“If it’s okay with the head, I’m in”

“Ahhh” you squeeze him “my hero & don’t worry all you need to do is be a chaparone, we will do the teaching, we just need a male teacher.” He hugs you back.

“It’s geography, what could go wrong?”…

Ben wasn’t happy when you got to where you were staying for the field trip. Yes he got his own room but it was a half double bed & a little basic. He was upset you weren’t on the same floor as him. But he put on a happy face as the wind & rain blew at him as the kids collected data each day. You are built for these field trips. You can stand in the winds & speak to kids, you’ve been doing it for years, the cold doesn’t get to you until at least the last day of each trip which is why now as head of department, you’ve organised for the last day of the field trip to be either organising the data the kids have collected or going to a museum so your not all frozen. Ben however usually takes kids to plays or to readings or lectures. When you packed him lots of waterproof clothes & thermals he laughed, now he wished you’d packed more.

He stands there as the kids are busy measuring the long shore drift. You’ve told him he can have a break for a few minutes. So he’s sat on a sea defence, desperately clasping to a flask of coffee he brought with him to keep warm. You look up & see this & mouth to Scott to keep an eye on everyone & walk across the beach to Ben. He try’s to man up straight away the second he senses you walking over but you can tell he’s not enjoying this.

“Told you these weren’t for the faint hearted”

“I ain’t volunteering next year no way, thought you said this would be fun”

“It is”

“Since when”he scoffs struggling to undo the top of his flask, his hands shivering in his gloves. you sigh & take it from him & undo it straight away. A seasoned professional at how to survive the elements.

“Ben I promise you that we have one more day here on the beach after today taking data then it’s class room based & a museum & no more wind & rain & sea breeze okay” you rub his hat ruffling his hair under it.

“You’re made of strong stuff you know” he says a small smile forming on his face after sipping his hot drink. The colour coming back into his face.

“Years of doing this Ben, be glad we’re not doing this in December”

“Well I wouldn’t be here” he say & you look concerned. “Those triplets would be almost 2 months old by then” you both laugh & you slowly take his hand in yours giving it a squeeze.

“I know I say this a lot, but I really am thankful you did volunteer to do this” this makes him smile too.

“Anything to make my girl happy”

Tomorrow you are all off to a museum before flying back to New York. The kids you’ve all been looking after & who haven’t been in bed before 1pm no matter how hard you all tried every night, are finally all knackered. All in their rooms by 11pm. Clearly they have reached exhaustion, because no matter how many brave faces you & the teachers have put on, you’re all spent too.

Jenny has agreed to man the corridors tonight if there’s anything that goes on. She hadn’t done it for the first 3 nights of the trip at all & had got the most sleep. You slip into your jammies & sit on your half double bed which squeaks & is hard & sit there with a mug of hot water, reading your romance novel. Finally some you time as you hear the rain clatter on the window. Or so you thought, a polite knocking happens on your door & you grown. The kids know to not talk to you unless it’s a complete emergency tonight, you slink out of bed & grab your Hoodie to put it on over your top, it’s not completely see though but it’s not the best for a kid to see. You yawn as you open the door.

“This had better…” the door is pushed open. Large familiar hands engulf you in second, kicking the door shut behind the large man. Your lips peppered & your neck caressed.

“Oooh baby”

“Ben” you moan your hands all up in his hair. You can feel his erection through his bottoms. “Baby we’re on a field trip”

“Couldnt sleep, have only had about 6 hours sleep since we got here”

“Why didn’t you fucking tell me” you say & hold him back a few seconds. His puppy dog eyes filled with sorrow & tiredness.

“Didn’t want my girl to have something else to worry about”

“Ben you should have told me” you caress his face. He smiles at your touch. “I’d have got you another mattress or”

“It’s not the same, you weren’t there to wake up to”

“I’m not always there for you to wake up to”

“But your here in this building, sleeping the floor bellow, it’s ached not being able to touch you or kiss you or pleasure you” he closes the gap between you both again. Little kisses around the base of your neck. He loves to do that. His hand slips inside you jammies.

“Ben please”

“Why not” he relaises you have no underwear on.

“No Ben you misunderstand” his eyes dilate as you smirk”oooh Ben please” your own hand going into his trouser, teasing his erection.

“Oooh fuck baby” he yanks down your jammie bottoms & the two fingers that were on your clit slip inside your sex. You grab onto his shoulder & whimper.

“Fuck Ben”

“Just getting you ready baby, want my girl to enjoy it all as we have no lube”

“Any condoms” you hadn’t brought your birth control tablets with you.

“Erm….” He looks embarrassed.

“Ben there’s solutions in pharmacy’s.” You tug off his T-shirt as the rain gets heavier outside. He pushes you on your bed which creeks & takes off your hoodie & top. Looking at you already on the edge of bliss just by his fingers taking you.

“Your fucking needy baby”

“Only cos you like it.” You wrap your legs around him & get your feet in the back of his waist band. You both wriggle so his penis springs free, rubbing your skin just above your clit, getting some of your pubic hair on it. He takes his fingers from inside you & sucks.

“Fucking delicious” he moans before his fingers grip his length. Pre cum drips across your sex. The way you groan when he slowly Edges all the way inside you. It may have only been a couple of days where you hadn’t had sex, but this felt needed by you both. His eyes wide, as he sinks deeper into you & the way his moustache curls has you feeling even more in heaven than you already are.

“Fuck Ben” his hand covers your mouth.

“Shhhh the kids below” he reminds you. His first thrust powerful. You grip his skin. The bed creeks louder than your moan.

“Ben” you whimper “the bed will give us more away” he giggles with you. “Can you do slow & sensual?” So far all your sex sessions have been rough & passionate. No holding back, you both feel like you’ve had a work out by the end of it. He raises an eye brow.

“I can try beautiful” he whispers before then kissing all around your ear. His next couple of movements slower, rubbing your walls, hitting your spot as you hiss in pleasure trying to be quiet. “But when you look as sexy as this, it hard to control myself”.

No matter how hard you try to be quiet & he try’s to be slow, noises fill the room. The bed even slow creeks, the headboard hitting the wall. You moan every 3 thrusts fuck out loud. Eyes time you do he sucks on your breasts & then you squeeze his bum making him whimper. Feeling him raw always makes your eyes roll, his length knows what to do as you grip onto him. Your legs still wrapped around him. You’re squeezing him too, pushing him deeper, making him feel bigger, the pleasure unmatched. As your collective climax approaches, he gives up. His large hand no longer over your mouth. The bed rocking & rolling with you as you both pant & swear. The air turning blue.

“Fuck fuck b..” before you can scream Ben snogs you. He knows how loud you screech his name when you cum & he knows hearing it will make him reply back with your own name. His tongue taking over sets you off, your body jolting through your climax. As you clamp around you, his own high hits, filling you up with his seed. He always digs his hand in hard to your hip when he finishes. He pants, lying flush on top of you. You ruffle his hair eventually when your lips separate. His sweaty body warming your though. The bed no longer creaking as you both lie in silence as the rain stops & you both fall asleep in each others arms.

You both slept so well. Just being near each other made you both feel safe & secure. Your heat radiating. It was the perfect way to end your school trip. Or so you both thought.

Ben crept out of your room like he was a naughty school boy at about 5am after peppering you with kisses as an apology for not staying the whole night & went back to his bed. You both made sure to shower before joining the other teachers & your students in the canteen for breakfast. You walked in first & grabbed a coffee & a pastry. A few kids looked your way but not too many. But when Ben walked in the whole of your field trip turned to face him & then back at you & then him. Ben was never good at poker faces, he turned bright red instantly as the room filled with loud gossip. His name on everyone’s lips. He slowly went to get his breakfast & then sat down next to you at the teachers table like he had done every morning, with his hand on your thigh.

“Slept well Ben” Jenny asked.

“I did” he sheepishly replied.

“Probably too well that you almost stumbled up the stairs this morning” said Scott. He shot looks between you both.

“Fuck did you see”

“No” Scott said “but we all heard her bed creek for 20mins last night, the walls are thin” you both look at each other. You look a little more mortified than Ben. Ben then takes the hand from you thigh & locks it around your fingers, rubbing across your knuckles.

“What can I say” says Ben now proud of his night time activities “she’s the love of my life & not sharing a bed with her this week has been torture” you drop your cutlery in shock at what he just said the whole canteen falls silent.

“You… you love me?” You say not realising the whole room can hear you.

“Yes baby, I do” your face lights up.

“Good cos I love you too” you both forget you are in a room full of high school students & tenderly kiss. His lips soft & full of the love you both just declared.

A collective awwwwww from all the students fills both your ears & you remember where you are.

“Alright you lot just shhh okay” says Ben.

“You know they’ve been shipping us for a while Ben”

“Really” he raises an eyebrow, you know that smile to well.”well then let’s given them something to talk about”. Ben leans in & presses a lingering kiss to your temple before turning back to his breakfast, acting like he didn’t just declare his love in front of a room full of teenagers. You, on the other hand, are still reeling, the warmth of his hand in yours grounding you. Jenny smirks over her coffee.

“Well, at least it’s official now. The worst kept secret in the school.”

Scott shakes his head, laughing.

“You two really thought no one knew?” Ben feigns innocence, taking a bite of his toast.

“We were subtle.” He proclaims, this makes some of the students near bursts into laughter.

“Sir no offense, but you literally stare at her like shes the star cheerleader in the team” one of the kids says, another chimes in,

“also she looks at you like you’re the only person in the room.” You glance at Ben, & he gives you a little shrug, as if to say, they’re not wrong. You roll your eyes but squeeze his hand under the table. Jenny sighs dramatically.

“So what happens now? A romantic wedding in the school gym? Matching ‘his and hers’ coffee mugs in the staff room?”

Ben grins, finally regaining his confidence.

“I was thinking something more low-key. Maybe just moving in together first?” You choke on your coffee.

“Excuse me?”

He shrugs, pretending to focus on his breakfast, but the slight pink in his cheeks gives him away.

“I mean… it’s not like I ever want to wake up without you again. I want to be bunked up with you…” he gulps & then looks you seriously but softly in the eyes, love pouring out of them “…forever”

The students erupt into more cheers and dramatic awwws as you sit there, staring at him in stunned silence. Eventually, you shake your head, laughing.

“Well,” you say, nudging him with your knee under the table, “let’s get today over with & then when we get back tonight we can have a chat without additional ears” you caress his face. Ben smirks, leaning in just close enough for only you to hear.

“I’ll make sure when we get back that the only person that hears you orgasm is me” you blush crimson, for the first time in days, despite the exhaustion, the cold, & the chaos of chaperoning teenagers, you feel completely, utterly warm.

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goldenlikedayl1ght · 20 hours ago

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Blurb Countdown To Daredevil: Born Again

2 Days: Dress - Taylor Swift "say my name and everything just stops/i don't want you like a best friend/only bought this dress so you could take it off."' NSFW You pick out a dress just for Matt. note: okay i was worried about this but i actually really like the way it came out, and its an epilogue ish of this other fic i wrote, also called dress, BUT you dont have to read it to enjoy this one! ya hooked up at foggys wedding thats all the background ya need okay sorry im gonna stop yapping now countdown masterlist

It’s been over a year since you slept with your boss at Foggy’s wedding.

You’ve learned a lot since then.

You’ve learned how difficult it is to be with the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, how many sleepless nights it comes with, how many arguments it comes with, how much anxiety it comes with.

You’ve learned how good Matt is at eating you out.

You’ve learned how easy it is to love him.

You've learned how easy it is to be loved by him.

And on the first spring day in New York, you put on the dress that you accredit your relationship to, and the two of you go out for a romantic dinner, enjoying champagne and relaxing together.

But when you get to his apartment afterwards, Matt’s lips do not leave your skin, and his hands roam your—Well, I could lie and tell you his hands roam your skin, but Matthew is obsessed with this dress.

He had been ever since it destroyed the last bit of his willpower.

“I’m gonna fuck you in this dress,” He mumbles against your skin. You let out a giggle as your fingers tangle in his hair.

“What?”

“I changed my mind,” His mouth finally pulls away from your skin, so his forehead can rest against yours, “I’m going to make love to you while you wear this dress. I’m going to fill you with my cock, ruin that pretty makeup and make you cry with this dress on,”

Your breath hitches in your throat.

He chuckles.

“Devil got your tongue, sweetheart?”

Then, before you can respond, Matt picks you up by the back of your thighs, your arms wrapped around his neck. He gets to your bed and sits you down on it, and his lips are immediately back on your skin, pulling you in for a deep kiss.

He inhales deeply, his tongue slipping past your mouth. He has this moment of Déjà vu, of this exact situation in this exact dress. And he remembers what happened that night, so he pushes his tongue further into your mouth, exploring every crevice he can—Like he’s mapping it out, memorizing it.

His hands wander up your thighs as his kisses grow sloppy, his hands dipping under the silk fabric. He’s pulling your panties down, and he stretches them right over your heels.

Here’s something else you’ve learned in the past year or so: When Matthew decides what he wants, he doesn’t stop until he gets it.

“Are you going to be good for me and let me fuck you?”

Now here’s something Matt learned in the past year or so: You love to have the last word. You love being the one who wins an argument. You love being right.

“I thought you were going to ‘make love’ to me.” He shakes his head, before dropping your legs to start to unbuckle his belt, but you quickly sit up and begin to do it for him. He smiles once he realizes what you’re doing. You tug his belt away and throw it somewhere across the room.

But before you can unbutton his pants, Matt tilts your head up, cupping your cheeks. Your eyes stare up at the face you fell in love with much longer than just over a year.

“Can I ask you something?”

His voice is raw. Tender. You sense this is a moment separate from the one you were just in.

“Anything.”

And he knows you mean it.

“You can’t say yes just because we were about to fuck,” He says softly.

You smirk.

Your need to be right has followed you into this next moment.

He smiles and rips off his glasses, not feeling the need to hide from you, across the room somewhere.

“Right. But promise?”

“Promise.”

“Would you marry me?” He wonders.

You blink.

“What?”

“Would you? If I asked?”

“You want to marry me?”

“Do I want to marry you?” He then falls to his knees, his hands curled around yours. You tilt his head up to look at you. “I don’t just want to marry you,” He starts, “I want to make you breakfast every morning, I want to fuck you in a house we own, I want to spend my life with you.”

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes, I promise I’ll say yes.” You grin.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Matt brings your hand to his chest. You giggle gently.

“Your heart is beating so fast.”

“That’s how badly I want to spend my life with you.” You grin, pulling him in for another kiss. You only deepen it, sinking deeper and deeper into him as his hands finds your thighs, sneaking their way up, when he pulls away, “So you’ll say yes?”

“Yes!” You laugh, “Swear to god, hope to die!” You beg.

“Good.” And he kisses you again, just to make sure.

#daredevil #matt murdock x y/n #matt murdock x you #daredevil fic #matt murdock fic #matt murdock #matt murdock fluff #matt murdock x reader #daredevil fanfiction #daredevil: born again

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iambecomeyourvillain · 11 months ago

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local girl discovers ao3 is down at 3 in the morning 925457 dead no survivors

#WHAG DO YOU MEAN AO3 IS DOWN #THE FUCK #I HAD DINNER JUST GOT INTO BED AND THIS IS WHAT I COME BACK TO?!?#ao3 #PLEASE HELP?

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orbitganymede · 2 months ago

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baby daddy simon who dated you for a year before you got pregnant, you’d gone through most of the pregnancy alone, him being deployed 3 weeks after you found out and gone until the very last month of it. the both of you had tried at keeping the relationship together, but the distance and loneliness got to you, you’d been fine when it was just you but now with baby, you can’t let the father go in and out of their life. he wasn’t very happy with the decision to end your relationship, in his mind you were together forever now, tied together by this beautiful thing you two created, he didn’t even want children before you told him you were expecting but his whole world view changed when he realized that he not only had you to protect but a baby as well.

but you’d moved out against his wishes, finding a small flat you like and making it home for you and baby. he would come over sometimes, when he could, and spend some time with baby but honestly he felt more like some glorified uncle, would be convinced he was nothing to this child until he saw those brown eyes staring back at him, the ones that are so completely his, and he comes to the conclusion that this isn’t gonna work.

he starts small, coming over once a week instead of every other weekend, takes the two of you out for dinner instead of letting you cook or ordering in. stays late enough that you offer him the spare bed in the guest room, even with the distance you’ve put between yourselves, you can’t help but care for him, knowing nobody else will.

then he puts more pressure on you, making sure you see just how valuable he is, taking night shift feedings and waking up early with baby when they’re fussy. he offers to take baby for the night so you can go out with your friends, do things you haven’t been able to since baby’s arrival, even pays for a spa day for you to really relax. he stocks your fridge, full of the snacks you love and a bottle of wine for the hard nights. he buys and sets up new decor in the house, finally gets you the pretty white vanity and a new washing machine that doesn’t squeak. he really just does what he considers ‘husband duties’, things that he should have been doing this whole time.

and when you don’t budge on the separation, he goes nuclear, “no, love, i haven’t seen your birth control pills”, “look how cute this baby is, remember when ours was that small, sweetheart”, “you’re so stressed darling, let me help you” which basically means you end up getting rawdogged within an inch of your life, condom long forgotten, one of simons hands held over your mouth to muffle the sounds you’re making. he just hopes he’d tracked your cycle right, that you’re actually ovulating, because you can’t possible refuse his ring after having two of his babies right? you wouldn’t do that to him, would you pet?

#this has been pingponging around in my head for days #if i have to think about it then so do you #simon riley drabble #cod modern warfare #cod #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod x reader #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #simon ghost x reader #simon riley #simon riley imagine #simon riley x you #simon riley smut #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost #cod mw3

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kamitv · 15 days ago

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▷ Seven — Explicit Ver.

Synopsis . JJK men fuckin' you right on Valentines day night. / Pairings . (Separate) Toji x f!reader, Nanami x f!reader, Gojo x f!reader, Choso x f!reader, Sukuna x f!reader, & Ino x f!reader / Content . afab!reader, needy men, slight possessiveness, oral sex (m!receiving), pussy slapping, lots of teasing, handjobs, premature orgasms, subby!gojo (kinda? girl idk), soft dom!choso, lovemaking, bondage (nanami), pet names, spitting, praise, a hint of brat taming here 'n there, non-curse au, dirty talk, filth, fluff (if you squint maybe), overstim, etc. / wc . 9k (whoops lol)

A/N: Happy late Valentine’s day ladies 'n gents, hope you enjoy!! I totally didn’t get distracted by playing lads instead of finishing this. Just pretend this was uploaded on time, yeah? Thx. [MDNI]

ᡣ𐭩 Toji Fushiguro

“You can handle it, c’monnn,” Your boyfriend–, no, your fiancé (as of today) grunts out to you in between the mean thrusts he’s gifting you with.

Your fingers are busy clawing at the sheets below and you’ve got the prettiest arch for your lover. With your ass perked up in the air and his fat throbbing cock stretching your cunt so messily wide as drool slobs out your mouth and wets up the bed beneath you. You’d been fucked so dumb already and yet there he was still talking you to filth anyway.

Lopsided scared lips curving up into a smug smirk, Toji brings a hand down against the fat of your ass. Grunting, “There ya’ go, jus’ like that doll, handle that fuckin’ cock. Uhuh…”

You were–or, trying to, anyway. He’s almost always rough like this but shit even after years of being with the man, you don’t think you’ll ever get used to the girthy inches of his cock. Hence why your eyes are meeting the back of your skull and you’re babbling soft moans of his name down into the bedding.

“T-Toji,” You mewl sweetly, prompting a mean reel of his toned hips back back back until his sopping tip is left leaving a lewd lil’ kiss against the slit of your cunt. A filthy string of slick droops between the two of you and he tuts.

“Hm? What’s wrong?” He huffs with a tilt of his head. That large hand of his gives your already hand-marked ass a gentle rub-over while he awaits your shaky reply. Your lashes are busy fluttering and you don’t even continue your statement—instead, you wiggle your hips back, urging for him to push into you again.

It’s then that Toji gets what you want and decides to tease you just a bit more, taking his heavy cock into his hands and moving to tap the head against your left ass cheek. “Whaat?” He utters breathily, almost as if he were mocking you and cooing at you simultaneously, “You want me back inside ya’?”

Nodding dumbly, you just barely angle your head to look back at him and you’re met with his intense hazy verdant gaze. “Mhm,” You grumble to him.

In comes that cocky smile of his and he completely removes his hands from both you and himself, clasping them behind his back for a moment as he redirects his gaze down to what little space remains between his cock and your pulsing hole.

“Heh,” He scoffs shortly and then nods his chin down at the lewdness below him, “Work for it. Lemme see that hand,” Toji directs, to which you hesitate little to shift your hand under your body and in between your legs, fingertips grazing his sensitive balls for half a second before you messily wrap your hand around his cock and tug on him carefully. “Fuuck,” He smiles at your fingers perfectly hugging his throbbing shaft, “That’s a pretty rock I gotcha’, isn’t it?”

Oh, right. How could you have possibly forgotten the reason he’s been acting the way he has all night. You’re engaged now. He proposed earlier that day right after dinner and it was the most romantic thing ever—of course he had you wear that ring for the rest of the night, even while he fucks you stupid.

“Mhmm…” The sound of Toji’s throaty hum makes your cunt shiver in pure need. You carefully angle his cock toward your pussy and catch a glimpse of him drooling a little before he swipes his tongue over his lips and pulls his lower one in between his teeth. Voice dipping an octave lower, “Keep goin’, guide me to her.”

Shifting your knees backwards against the bed and closing the distance between his length and you, you decide only to get back at him for a few seconds and purposefully swipe his angry cockhead up ‘n down against your slobbering folds. You watch the way his eyebrows twist up and his lips part softly, a breathy sound dangerously close to a whine falling from his dampened mouth.

“Don’t do that, baby,” Toji whispers, quickly moving his beefy hands to your hips and pushing himself forward. “Y’know how much I hate bein’...” His jaw falls open as you interrupt his sentence by merely pulling his cock an inch inside you, “...T-Teased-, shit.”

You continue on like that for a while, fucking yourself solely on his plump cockhead and getting drunk off the feeling. Not to mention the heavy grunts Toji releases as you keep control. His eyes are so greedy on you and he simply can't get enough.

Your sappy walls hug the ridges of his cock so snug that it makes his breath grow heavier by the second even though he's not fully inside you. “Fuck." Your fiancé muttered, "Look at you, all perfect jus’ f’me.”

You're slow to retract your hand and focus all your movement into your hips, feeling him give you a lazy roll forward as his cock slots back into your cunt in one slippery motion. Letting off a moan of his name once he casually reaches the hilt of your pussy, “Toji..”

He swallows down whatever pathetic noise had been on the verge of escaping his throat and gives your hips a tender squeeze, “Hmm?”

You forget why exactly you called his name for a hot second due to the way he picks up this slow but deep pace with you—a complete contrast to earlier. Your face turns into the bed for a moment and you whine, “Hnngh…" Lips parting hotly against the sheets, you eventually manage out a muffled, "'Love you."

His cock throbs inside you and you gasp at the way he snaps his hips forward unintentionally, moving his palms to the bed at your sides and leaning down to you, “You love me?” Toji taunts, earning a cute nod of your head. “Yeahhh? Go on, show me then. Show me how much you love this cock right now,” His hand slithers under you and you feel his weight press against you, deepening the aching inches inside you whilst his thick calloused fingertips meet your clit.

He doesn't even have to clarify what he means by that because you're making the filthiest mess around his cock for the nth time of that night and he's smiling over you, “Uhuh. Juuus’ like that, pretty.”

A pitched sound leaves you but you manage to find yourself again somewhere within your high, lifting your head and huffing, “S-Say it back,” Before glancing to him and shooting him a glare, accompanied with the same pout he think he fell in love with, “...A-Asshole.”

Toji rolls his eyes profoundly at that but he smiles, “Yeah, yeah, love you too, brat.” Then you feel yourself collapsing into the mattress as he leans all the way down to your ear, presses a haste kiss against your skin, and then whispers, “Can’t wait t’marry you.”

ᡣ𐭩 Nanami Kento

It's Valentine's day night and yet there you were still having to beg your husband of many years for something. Moaning, “Ken' please.” While you flash your best pleading eyes and stare up at the man.

Ever the gentleman, Nanami merely smiles at you as if he were confused, “Please, what, my love?"

Your brows twist up and you bat your eyelashes at him, glancing down to watch the way he rudely slaps his heavy cock against your cunt again, “Stop teasin’.”

Your overly handsome husband has the audacity to smile at your sudden command, “Oh? But look at you now," He says in that gentle baritone that makes your cunt clench around nothing, "You’re drooling for me..."

You wanted to say something else, y'know, argue and beg him to just fuck you already but when he lifts his cock away from your pussy entirely, all you can do is let out a pathetic whine. The sound prompts a slight spurt of precum from his tip but just to make things a lil' messier, Nanami brings his free hand up to his mouth and your eyes widen as you watch him.

Now, you've always known that your man was a gentleman during the day and a complete freak at night but god does he never fail to make your breath hitch. You watch him with glossy eyes as he spits a wad of saliva onto his finger tips, bring them down to his cockhead, smears the liquid messily over his tip, faintly moans, and then gently thrusts himself right up against your clit.

With a nasty slip against you, Nanami is left panting. His cheeks are flush with a warm shade of pink and you can feel your entire body heating up more and more by the second as he continues to tease you to tears.

You thought he'd stop there and give you what you wanted but no, the moment you moan out his name, he grows the desire to drag all this teasing out even further. Dragging his cock back against your heat and smearing his pre all over your sloppy folds, Nanami groans.

"My gorgeous girl," He murmurs to you. Though, you're not sure if it was to you or your cunt. You believe it's the later as he takes his unoccupied hand and uses his thumb and index to spread the lips of your pussy open—following this action up with another lift and mean slap of his cock, a slick wet sound entering the air as he does so.

Your back arches up a little at that and it becomes apparent to you for the first time in a while since you'd gotten to this point with your husband that, well, he's got your hands tied up over your head. You couldn't reach down and urge is cock inside you even if you wanted to (despite the bondage being your idea).

So, there you are, legs spread open like some slut-, his slut, panting and huffing at how badly you're aching for him to be inside you. Your cunt tensing around nothing with every heavy thwack of his cock and wad of spit he dribbles down onto the filthy exposure.

It's not until Nanami rolls his dripping tip around your clit in taunting circles that you start genuinely losing your mind. Your hands squirm to move at the sensation and your husband remains almost as composed as ever while watching your face twist up into pleasure. Your lashes are batting and you're releasing a soft string of moans, whispering his name, and lifting your hips in desperation.

To which he simply presses a hand down to your hip and pins you to the bed. Then he stares dead into those loving eyes of yours and starts swatting his cock head left 'n right against your twitching clit. Oh now he's just being mean.

You start pouting and open your mouth to say something, only to be cut off by a clear moan bubbling out your throat as Nanami drags his cock down, fucks himself into his fist against you, and plunges only the tip in and out and in and out of you.

"Ken please," You repeat, "Just put it in."

"I am, aren't I?" Nanami hums with a kind smile on his face.

"All of it," You grunt, trying to lifting your hips again but failing as he shoves you right back down.

Scoffing, "My wife's demanding today, isn't she?"

"You've been doing this for hours," You bite back with a bratty eye roll.

"Oh please, now she's just being dramatic. What do you say, hun?" He redirects to ask your cunt, "Think I just give her what she wants?" His cock rubs right in between your folds and you can feel the veins decorating his length throbbing. "Should I stuff you full already?"

The lack of attention to you (in a way) makes you frown, "Kento—"

"Don't be rude, sweetheart." He cuts off sharply and sternly.

You grumble something under your breath and that earns Nanami's fawn brown eyes back onto your face. It's almost intimidating the way he looks at you, a gentle glare, like he dares you to repeat yourself. Spoiler alert, you don't. If anything, you swallow thickly and wonder what's going on in his mind as to why he's staring at you so hard all of a sudden-

Nanami cuts every thought you were having off with one sharp thrust into your cunt, a nasty squelch echoing into the air along with a hitched breath from his throat. He then slumps down against you, pressing his hard chest against the softness of your own, moving his lips purposefully to the crown of your ear and tugging a bit of your skin in between his teeth.

Your arms jerk against the restrictions fastened around your wrist as the reflex to wrap them around his neck and claw at his back kicks in.

Nanami drags his hips back and the next thrust into you makes you choke out a moan right into the sex-enduced air. Your body was so so hot against his, that's why he liked teasing you so much beforehand. Sure, he could've gotten you this worked up with his voice alone but, where's the fun in that?

And as for his voice that he knows you love so much, Nanami intentionally presses his mouth against your ear and groans your name deeply. You throb so prettily around him that it makes his lips curve into a knowing smile, "I missed you.” He says into your ear.

Nanami's hands find your legs and he grips onto your plush skin firmly with those hardworking palms of his, parting you a bit wider for himself before picking up his pace.

"K-Kento, fuck!" You gasp as he angles precisely into you.

Growling hotly into your skin, “Agh, I know, I know," Nanami coos. He shifts his hips only a little and zones into that same area inside you, feeling your lips quiver around the girth of his cock, "That’s the spot, isn’t it?”

You're a bit too busy losing your mind beneath him, having already reached your orgasm the moment he slid into you and now being fucked into an embarrassing state of overstimulation. 'Guess that's where all that teasing landed you—and you have the nerve to wonder why he does it.

Chuckling at you as if he's not seconds away from stuffing you full of gooey ropes of cum, “So sensitive.” Nanami teases. He then leans up and allows his eyes to fall on your expression. You were a mess, a few tears were slipping down your cheeks, your eyes kept flickering back, and a spot of drool was spilling out the corner of your lips.

“And look at this face,” Nanami's quick to bring attention to it, to which you whine and try turning your head away from him out of embarrassment. He's been down this road with you time and time again so, all he does is bring a hand to your jaw and force you to look at him.

Inching closer to you and pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek, “You look so beautiful taking all of me like this," He praises, tongue darting out to lap up the few tears you had decorating that pretty face of yours. He was so infatuated with you. "Hear me?" Nanami utters.

You manage a messy fucked-out nod but that's simply not enough for this husband of yours. No, he's a greedy man when it comes to you.

So, Nanami moves his lips over yours and sears his words right into your mouth, "Say it," He tells you, "Tell me how beautiful my wife is."

With a strong gripping clench around his cock at that, you struggle to maintain eye contact with him during this moment of intimacy and the words come fumbling out of your mouth, "Ken..."

"Tell me," He says in a gentler tone, "Please?"

"S-So beautiful," You whimper. You're so embarrassed as you say that out loud to him but, even so, your body is feeling a bit more confident than before. Leading to your legs wrapping around his toned waist and locking him into this position with you—even though you can't verbalize it, you can physically be that confident wife he loves so much.

Which is exactly why Nanami mashes his lips onto yours once you do that and starts fucking you into the bed, groaning, grunting, growling into your mouth as his tongue sloppily meets yours.

After all, what kind of man would he be if he didn't make sure you understood how gorgeous you are on Valentine's day of all days? Which is why the remainder of the night is spent with him asking telling you to compliment yourself.

ᡣ𐭩 Gojo Satoru

Oh he’s definitely surprising you with his cock on full display for you. After spending the entire week showering you with gifts and a new surprise each day, how could he not save the best gift for the night of?

“What’s with that look on your face, do you not like your gift?” Your boyfriend, who’s currently sprawled out against the comfort of your shared mattress, asks you as you stand a few feet away simply baffled.

Blinking, you try to gather the display before you as calmly as possible. “Is this why you rushed out the bathroom like that?” You’d asked in return, referring only to a few minutes prior to this as you and your lover had bathed oh-so-romantically together.

Gojo tries his best to flash an indifferent smile, as if he isn’t utterly embarrassed right now.

You’ve got to be the only women he’d ever present himself to like this—matching bathrobe hanging just barely off of his shoulders as he lays across the bed, body dampened with water that glistens under the soft room lighting, cock exposed and throbbing as it typically does when he’s around you, with a tip that’s just as embarrassed and flushed as the rest of his body is, and a bow wrapped firmly around his base.

You hardly know where to place your eyes. He’d been basically courting you all week and loved on you a bit more than normal (which says a lot in itself because this man is just head over heels for you) just for him to end the day with one last surprise for you; himself.

Crossing your arms right under your chest and taking careful steps closer to him, a smile creeps onto your face, “I can get this anytime of the year, how’s this a gift?” You tease before dipping one knee onto the mattress.

Gojo’s rolling his eyes immediately and a pout tugs at his lower lip, “Well… I put a bow on it,” He practically mumbles out to you.

Your boyfriend really had a knack for being so utterly adorable when he wanted to. Which is exactly why you can’t help but proceed to tease him a little. “I can see that ‘Toru,” You hum softly.

And honestly, who are you to refuse a gift like this? Look at the man, he went 'out of his way' just to put a pretty lil' bow on his cock juuust for you!

Obviously you waste no time in enjoying your gift.

It started out with soft banter, a slow removal of your bathrobe, a sensual approach to him on the bed, and a quick position of yourself in between his legs. Although, it didn't take long for you to clasp your teeth onto the ribbon wrapped around him and then give it an eager tug.

By then, Gojo's breath was already heavy. How could it not be? He's got the best girlfriend a man could ever ask for in between his legs and unwrapping his cock with a hungry look in her eyes—of course he's going to have unsteady breathing.

Especially when you look up at his face as you pull the bow loose and allow it to fall out against his bare thighs. Then you're sending him a teasing wink before bringing your lips to the head of his cock. And oh he was leaking the entire time, cum dripping all down the sides of his lengthy cock before your lips fully met him.

Gojo always found himself to be a weak man in the face of you, no matter what he did, and today was no different.

Your freshly manicured nails are the only thing he can focus on to keep himself from cumming on the spot as your hand wraps around his base and you lull your tongue out to meet the crown of his cock.

Giving him one teasing kitten lick, you sigh, "Has anyone ever told you how pretty you are 'Toru?"

You're trying to kill him, clearly. If his face wasn't flushed before, it damn sure is now. This is the only reason why he tries his best to avoid letting you give him head, he always ends up like this—cheeks as red as ever, cock twitching wildly in your hand before he even enters your mouth, and voice coming out with a faint crack as he tries to respond to you.

"N-No," He responds. There's this pitch in his voice that makes your cunt throb. You never knew Gojo Satoru to have a voice crack like that. You hadn't even done anything yet. He's quick to clear his throat though, "I mean, only you've told me that."

Your plumped, lightly saliva-glossed lips wrap around the tip of his cock and his head immediately flies back. Hah, yeah, he's not lasting too long like this. "Do you like it when I tell you how pretty you are?" You whisper softly.

His blue eyes are fixed up on the ceiling now and as you continue to look up at him, you just watch the violent bob of his adam's apple as he gulps. "'Course I do," Gojo tries to say confidently, "I like anything you tell me, sweets."

"Yeah?" You purr. Ah, shit. Maybe he shouldn't have said that. "Can you look at me, Satoru?" You request softly.

Mhm, he's done for. Not able to tell you no or ignore your gentle request, Gojo forces himself to tip his head back into place and look down at you. Cum starts dribbling out from his fat cockhead again but that's not what makes him lose his mind, no.

What really gets him is the way you stick your tongue out and make him watch his lengthy inches slot into your mouth. Saliva spills past your lips and wets up the rest of his length that your mouth doesn't reach, in which you spread around with your hand as you rotate your palm against his shaft.

He can't help the full body reaction that invokes. He almost immediately sits up a bit straighter and moans, "Fuck.. Can you warn me next time before you just—"

His jaw falls slack the moment you pop your mouth off of his cock and start jerking him off with whatever saliva is left lathering his aching length. Snowy white brows twisting up in a mix of pleasure and confusion, Gojo loses his breath as you lean up to his face and meet his lips with a messy kiss.

"Mmgh," He groans against you, moving a shaky hand to your waist as he kisses you back passionately.

When you pry away from him, you grin. "You like anything I tell you, right?"

He nods, "Uhuh..." Gojo's eyes are low on yours and he wonders where exactly you're going with this. He can't think too clearly with the way you're jerking him off but—

You cut his brain off with a sensual whisper near his lips, "What if I told you about how much I like havin' your cock in my mouth?"

He cums. Right then, right there, in your hand, as prematurely as ever. And that, that is exactly why Gojo hates when you give him head. You can't help but look down at the mess your boyfriend's made of himself in your hand. So much came out that it makes you giggle.

And the fact that you've get to stop moving your hand only makes him choke out your name. To which you tune out, too focused on how much cum is still spurting out of his glazed tip. Then you make this face, as if you were satisfied with just that and...

Gojo thinks he falls in love with you all over again. He spent all week catering to you, today especially, and normally he's the one who has you like this by the end of a special night but here he was—pathetically falling for how much you seemed to enjoy seeing him like this.

Seeing him...submissive.

Yeah, but don't worry. This is only a Valentine's day thing. Trust and believe he will be reversing the roles in a moment. Y'know, as soon as you remove your hand from his cock and stop staring at him like you want to devour him whole.

ᡣ𐭩 Choso Kamo

“It’s yours Cho’, take it.”

Did you have any idea what you were even asking for sometimes?

How could you moan out something like that when he’s mid-stoke and expect him to hold back? Of course his hips are gonna start stuttering against you and he’s gonna thrust his thick cock a bit harder than intended as words stumble out his mouth, “H-Huh?” Choso gasps, dumbfoundedly. “But, I wanted to cater to you tonight..” He pouts.

Even while literally being on top of you, gently pressing your legs against your chest, and stuffing you full of his rudely curved cock, he still had a way of being so soft ‘n kind to you. A shade of red decorates his cheeks and the tips of his ears and he’s got that lovestruck look in his eyes as he admires you below him.

Sending him the same smile he fell in love with, “You always cater to me, baby. S’okay, I don’t want you to hold back anymore.” You tell him.

Choso swallows thickly and he halts the movement of his hips for a second, leaving his throbbing cock bulging against the walls of your slobbering pussy. “But, Valentine’s day…” He trails off carefully and his brows meet in confliction, “I should be making love to you—”

Your hands move to cup his cheeks into your palms and you giggle, “You make love to me all year long.” Tugging him down and forcing his eyes to focus solely on your own, “Look at me,” You breathe out, feeling his dick twitch inside you. “Tonight… I want you to fuck me.”

“Princess,” Choso grunts, falling forward a little and motioning to kiss you. Part of him wanted to shut your mouth with his own. If you kept talking to him like that, he was gonna act on desires he’s been suppressing for a long time.

You let him kiss you for a couple of seconds but soon pry your lips away with a wet pop, whispering, “I know you want to,” You point out, earning a mean press of his hips and causing his cockhead to greet your sweet spot with the filthiest french kiss, “Ah… A-And you’ve been such a good boyfriend to me, so—”

Choso tugs his hips back and his expression changes immediately. From soft ‘n loving to something more serious, more feral, “Say that again?” He rasps out.

Your eyelashes meet a couple times in shock at his quick change in demeanor but, you don’t hesitate to hum out to him, “You’ve been a good boyfriend to me.”

His eyes get lower and suddenly his voice is growing huskier, “And the other part? What you said before that.” Choso asks, leaning up slightly and letting your hands leave his face.

“I want you to fuck me,” You repeat, confused as to what exactly this is about to earn you.

The last thing that leaves Choso’s kiss-bitten lips is a low curse of, “Shit.”

Maybe it was the first thing you said that threw him off, the whole thing about how it’s his and he should just take it, or maybe it was the look in your eyes, or even those last two statements. He’s been a good boyfriend? You want him to fuck you?? Shit, how the hell is he supposed to function properly after hearing that?

Which is exactly why it doesn’t take him long to do as you’ve asked to and fuck you down into the bed in the meanest mating press.

Cock bullying into your soaking cunt, husk groans exiting his throat, and hands all over your body to grab and hold onto any bit of your hot skin he can get to—Choso’s treating your pussy ruder than he ever has before. The nasty squelch that echoes into the air after every thrust, the way you moan his name out sexier than he’s heard you before, and the cute twitch and clench of your cunt around his cock all drive him even crazier.

You find yourself embarrassed by how quickly he makes you cum by acting the way he is and you move your hands to cover your face. Choso’s never felt this way before but the sight of you being too shy to show him your expression while he pounds into you makes him a bit greedier.

“Don’t cover your face,” Choso huffs out, “Lemme see you.” Before you could even move one of your hands away, he wraps his fingers around your wrist and tugs it away from you. You gaze up at him all wide-eyed and lost in pleasure, watching pants leave his lips and the way his hair messily falls over you. Getting a bit rougher with his thrusts and watching your eyes get even wider, “This is how you wanted me, isn’t it?” Choso asks.

You’re quick to shoot your other hand to his chest and your nails claw at his skin as you give him the weakest push, jaw stupidly hanging open with moan after moan sliding out your throat. “C-Choso,” You choke when he makes this specific face—almost as if the sight of you pushing at him for a break made his brain short-circuit.

Pupil dilating and cock pulsing inside you, Choso nibbles on his lower lip for a second to bite back a smile before grunting heavily, “You’re pushin’ me away,” He points out before dropping his weight onto you even more. “S’cute…” Choso huffs thoughtlessly. He’s beyond pussydrunk at this point, and hardly even realizes what’s coming out of his mouth. Groaning, “Ugh, I-I thought you said it was mine? Didn’t you want me to take it like it’s mine?” He sears, “Fuck you like I belong t’ya?”

A whimper flies out of your mouth because he’s only emphasizing his every question with a heavier thrust of his cock, gaze locked onto your own so he can watch the way your eyes roll back in bliss.

“That’s it,” Choso whispers to you before lifting himself a little, letting go of your wrist, and bringing that calloused hand of his down to the lower half of your tummy. Then he presses his palm down, “Can you feel me right here?”

Slurred together, “M’gonna cum,” Starts pouring from your lips over and over in a faint whiny whisper and your boyfriend simply fucks you right through it.

Smiling, Choso seems to purr his words out, “Yeahh? C’mon then, cum on this cock,” He grunts, speeding up his pace as he feels you gush all around him, “Get it nice ‘nd messy, princess.”

Your eyes are at the back of your skull by that point and your body quakes beneath your boyfriend. You didn’t know his mouth could be so nasty with you—in a verbal sense, anyway. And the way he was staring down at you, soaking up every moan and mewl that left those pretty lips of yours, fuck it made you wonder why you didn’t ask him to do this sooner.

You’re not sure if he’s ever made you cum that hard before (he has, you’re just a bit too fucked out to remember right now). So, as you come down from your high, he slows himself down, smearing the mix of your cum and the slick that’s been drooling from his tip all against your pulsing walls. Your pants come to a steady halt once you catch your breath and you glance up at him with this dazed look plastered all over your face.

Choso brows furrow and he nuzzles every inch of his cock into you slowly, holding himself back from fucking you into overstimulation, “S-Shit, don’t look at me like that…” He mumbles to you. Aaand just like that he was back to normal, averting his gaze and everything, “Makin’ me nervous..” When his eyes do find yours again, he leans in to engage in an intimate whisper, “Was that too much?”

You fight the urge to use whatever you have left of your stamina to laugh at him. Shaking your head, you palm his cheek again and pull him down to kiss you. Then, you speak in between his lips, “Want you to do it again, Cho’.”

His breath hitches, “O-Oh, you like that?” It takes a second for that to register but when it does, he nods and leans up, confidence returning just like that. “Mh, I’ll keep that in mind for next time. Didn’t think you’d like my mouth to be jus’ as rude as my cock is with you.”

ᡣ𐭩 Sukuna Ryomen

“What a stupid Holiday…” Sukuna grumbles out to you not to long after the two of you had arrived home from a rather romantic date. “This is no different than what we normally do," He scoffs, referring to the way you're propped up on his lap right now.

You flash your boyfriend a sly smile and rock your hips back against the bulge that’s poking up against your cunt, “Yeah, but you’re twitching more than normal, ‘Kuna.”

He kisses his teeth and glances away from you dismissively, his grip on your hips tightening. “You have been depriving me of my needs all week,” Sukuna grunts out as you rub over a particularly sensitive part of his cock.

All these stupid layers in between you and him were driving him insane. He had half a mind to toss you into the back seat ‘n rip the flimsy dress you’re wearing right off but after putting him on a sex ban from the last holiday (Christmas) that he did that… he decides to control himself a bit more on this day.

“The buildup will be worth it,” Your voice sounds weirdly sweeter than normal. It’s almost though every syllable that slips off of your tongue makes his entire body react. It was weird. You were weird.

Scoffing again, “I’m sick of this ‘buildup’ nonsense.” Your boyfriend complains to you again.

Your hands trail up along his broad shoulders and you lean closer to him, breasts grazing his beefy chest as you do so, “Sukuna—”

He’s quick to snap his eyes back onto yours due to the closer proximity and there seems to be a faint softening in those typically hard red eyes of his. “Let me at least touch you,” Sukuna murmurs. You swear you notice his face flicker into something almost needy for a split second but perhaps you imagine it.

Or at least, you thought you imagined it until your boyfriend leans closer to you and slithers one of his arms around your waist—the other slipping down to sneak beneath the fabric of your dress and meet your bare skin. Then, he stares directly at your lips, “...Please?”

You’re taken aback by the word that just left his lips. Sukuna Ryomen, your boyfriend of two years, begging you for something? Perhaps he hit his head sometime earlier. “Did you just beg?” You chuckle out lightheartedly, not exactly taking him seriously.

Sukuna remains indifferent, as if he said nothing out of the ordinary. “I did,” He hums, dropping his gaze down to your body atop his and squeezing your leg a bit, “Lift your hips, angel.”

You blink. Then, you feel his cock practically jump under you as your next word leaves your lips, “Sukuna are you…”

Even though you trailed off, he was losing it. You hadn’t let him do anything sexual with you in weeks and today of all days was more tortuous than any other. The dress you wore to dinner, the red lipstick stains you pressed into his neck before you’d even went out, your scent—fuck, you smell ten times sweeter than normal. Maybe it’s just because it’s been a while but, either way, the simple utterance of his name for a third time in a row makes his body so utterly anxious for you.

“I am aching to touch you,” Sukuna huffs, a hinted groan lying beneath his words as he shifts his face into the crook of your neck and inhales strongly. Then, his fingernails dig into the skin of your thigh and his voice grows rougher, “Lift your fuckin’ hips.” He demands, pausing for a couple seconds to let his eyes fall to the back of his head in reaction to the throb he feels against his precum smothered cockhead. “…Please?” Sukuna whispers.

And that was all it took for you. You never knew him to beg and although it was extremely foreign to hear the first time, you wouldn't exactly ignore how sexy it sounded leaving his lips.

He always demands and sometimes asks—never forces, of course, but never ever begs… until today, that is. So how can you possibly find it in you to deny him any longer?

Slowly, you begin to raise your hips and at that very second, you look down and notice his own rolling upwards as he adjusts himself in his seat. He may have asked you to lift but he didn’t think much about how that meant he wouldn’t be feeling your warm panty-clad cunt against his bulge anymore.

With a throaty grumble, Sukuna rubs the bridge of his nose against the skin of your neck and he moves one of his hands in between your legs, “...Thank you.”

Everything about your body was so so addictive. The way you gasp lightly as he presses his fingers against your flimsy panties that hug your cunt so snuggly, the slight arch in your spine, and the way your hand meets his wrist at the touch all drive him mad with lust.

Sukuna could feel his heart pulsing in his chest in a way that was unusual. He’d never felt such strong waves of need until now.

The pads of his two thick fingers rub right in between your slick folds against your panties and he smirks, “All that talk about ‘buildup’ and yet you were more anxious for this than me.” He points out, feeling the twitch that follows his words.

He slowly tugs that soaked fabric to the side and as soon as his fingers rub against your cunt bare, you gasp again. Maybe you were needier than you’d let on. Sukuna retracts his hand for only a second and brings it to his mouth, pressing them against his lips and letting your slick rest there for a moment before returning his fingers to your dripping hole.

Then, you just barely watch him lick his lips and grunt at the taste right against your neck. Then he kisses you and positions two of his fingers to your entrance, easing them both in seamlessly while trailing his kisses up to your jawline.

Whispering hotly into your skin, “Look at that, took me all the way in only one thrust.” He breathes, drawing his fingers outward steadily and feeling the clench your pussy tries to hold him with, “S’warm in here,” Sukuna moans a little and you don’t think you’ve ever seen him like this before.

Dipping his digits right back into you, your boyfriend works your squelching cunt with ease, soon pressing his thumb against your clit and groaning while you moan over him, “Mmgh, I missed playin’ with her like this. She’s so reactive…”

You were losing your mind just as much as he was, eyes frantically traveling over to his car windows and wondering what someone would think if they passed by and saw this. He didn’t have the darkest tint in the world and even though it was nightfall, a person could gather a erotic idea of what was taking place inside the vehicle rather easily.

A heavy pant falls from your lips, “Hah, w-we should stop, ‘Kuna. What if someone sees—”

“Who cares? I am celebrating my woman on this ‘special’ day,” He tells you, upping the thrust of his fingers ever so slightly as he lifts his head from your neck and looks at you.

He couldn’t get over how much you were soaking his fingers right now, slick trickling down along his skin, decorating his wrist with pretty filth. Oh, you were everything to him—not that he would ever tell you. Instead, he smiles and curls his fingers deep inside you, “Pleasing her special spots, watching her pretty face twist up, cherishing her… loving her.”

Your legs twitch to clamp together at the sound of that. With glossy parted lips, you flash your boyfriend a dumbfounded look, “D-Did you just say you love me?” You utter as the faintest smile of satisfaction tugs at the corner of your mouth.

Sukuna maintains eyes contact with you and shoves his fingers deeper just to watch you lift your hips a bit as if to escape, “In a way, I suppose I did say that, huh?” He laughs a little and his head tilts to the side when he feels your walls throb around his two fingers, more of your slick gushing past your messily parted folds and wetting him up even more.

“Oh, was that to your liking? What if I say it more directly?” He moves to your right ear and says confidently and heavily with that rough voice of his, “I love you.”

Your face falls forward onto his shoulder and you moan messily into him, thighs tensing, and teeth baring just to bite down on him a little as you’re fingered right over the edge. An almost annoyed groan exits your throat and you find yourself frustrated at how embarrassingly quickly you finished.

Now laughing at you, “That’s all it took for you to cum?” Sukuna teases, pulling his fingers out for a second and leaning back to get a glance at it, “Look at this mess you’ve made, ugh.” He hums, parting his fingers and watching the way your release drips all messily along his skin.

“S’your fault,” You puff out against his shoulder.

His smile widens as if he were proud, “My fault? Hm. I suppose I should take responsibility then, yes?”

You lift your head a little and look down to his lap, knowing exactly what he means by that. Then, your gaze raises to his face and you quirk a soft brow before moving one of your hands to adjust his seat.

Sukuna scoffs lightly and leans back against his steadily reclining seat, cocking his head to the side and eyeing you up and down. When your let-back of his seat comes to a stop and there’s enough space for the two of you to move your limbs more freely, your hands find their place on his chest and you trail down. “You wanna.. in here?” You murmur curiously.

“Mhm, smart girl.” Sukuna praises just as your hands meet his waistline. Then, he looks down and nods his chin to your hands, “Now, unzip me.”

ᡣ𐭩 Ino Takuma

After spending all day loving and clinging to you more than he normally does, Ino practically forgot to do anything remotely sexual with you. It wasn’t exactly a priority for him on this day. Why would it be? All he wanted to do was see his stunning girlfriend keep that pretty smile on her face all day, sex was the very last thing on his mind.

Though… it becomes rather apparent to him while the two of you are cuddling late that same night. It’s about half an hour past eleven, he’s laying big spoon to you with your back pressed against his chest and your ass flush with his crotch—not that he over-sexualized the position, it was simply cuddling.

It’s not until the show you guys were making fun of switches to a full on passionate sex scene that his eyes ever so naturally shift from the TV and to you laying against him. One of his arms had been idly wrapped around your waist but not even two minutes into the scene and he started moving it. His fingers begin to splay across your stomach and he rubs his palm over the fabric of your shirt for a bit before deciding experimentally angling his head down into your neck and planting a kiss to the side of it.

Just as he dips down, your entire body reacts and you smile. “Takuma?” You whisper whilst his hand creeps to the end of your oversized t-shirt and then slips beneath it so that he can feel on you skin to skin.

Mumbling and trying his best to keep his smile back, “Hm?”

Your head turns back to him and he lifts his mouth away from your neck to meet eyes with you. “Did that scene get you worked up?”

It’s then that it dawns on you for the millionth time that your boyfriend is really just the most delectable man you could’ve ever laid eyes on. Curious brown gaze gleaming down at you as he sits up a little, soft set grin spreading across his face, and voice leaving his throat as gentle as silk, “Not really,” Ino whispers to you. “I jus’ wanna love on you, baby.”

“Yeah?” Your smile widens and he takes that as his sign to lean in and connect his lips with yours.

It's a tender moment between you two at first. Soft pecks that both of you chase for as the other pulls away ever so slightly carefully turn into something more heated. Ino’s lips lock onto yours firmly and he pushes against you, his hand rising further up under your shirt before his palm meets your breasts and he gives you a gentle squeeze.

Groaning into your mouth at the simple contact of your hardening nipple to the center of his hand, Ino can’t help the push of his hips against your own. After that, his touches only grow greedier and greedier. Few words are exchanged between the two of you—only grunts, groans, and breathy moans enter the air for a while as you both melt into one another.

You’ve no idea how much time passes before you end up with two of his skillful fingers working the inner depths of your leaking cunt. His breath is now hot against your ear, “So wet… all I did was kiss you a couple of times,” He chuckles playfully.

A whine leaves your throat and you feel his fingers rub eagerly inside you, “I want more.”

Ino gets a little nervous at the sound of that but, he plays it off as if he were still the one in control of the situation, “Aw, is this not enough for you?” he taunts.

You shake your head and move your hand down over his, guiding his fingers deeper into you.

He starts to get the idea but, instead of fingerfucking you like you so clearly want him to, he tugs his digits out and casually cocks a brow, “Hm. So, what do you want then?”

“You know what I want,” You say, groaning at the loss.

Your boyfriend shrugs innocently and a playful smile dawns across his lips before he looks elsewhere, “Maybe, buuut I wanna hear you ask for it.”

Not hesitating one bit, you lean up closer to him and briefly pull his lower lip into your mouth and suck. Ino’s eyes fall down on your movements and you go from sucking on his lip to kissing him fully, to which he folds. And if that wasn’t enough, when your lips do sever from one another, you whisper, “Can you fuck me, Takuma?”

“Hah, anything for you, beautiful,” He whispers, quickly caught off guard as you turn around to face him full and moving your hands down to his sweats, “O-Oh, we’re eager, are we?”

“Want you inside me,” You grumble, hand sinking past his sweatpants and straight into his boxers to tug his hard cock out.

Ino had let out one last curse in reaction to your eagerness but he damn sure didn’t deny you of anything. It’s not long before you’re lifting one of your legs and he’s stuffing himself inside you as you both continue laying on your sides facing one another. Your leg hooks onto his hip and he ends up with a mean grip onto the underside of your thigh.

Your legs are all intertwined with one another and Ino’s groaning into your neck while he feeds your greedy cunt his cock over and over again, sucking your skin into his mouth, and leaving all sorts of marks on you.

At some point he lets off a moan and feels your pussy grip onto him even tighter than before in reaction, “Like that?” He whispers, taking your next moan as a response, “Uhuh, I can feel it.”

His voice is so caring and attentive with you, despite the constant stretch of his dick past your folds, slick spilling all out your lips and creating the sloppiest mess of wetness where the two of you are connected. His plump cockhead is giving the depths of your cunt the tenderest smooches, obscure sounds leave both your mouth and your pussy with his every thrust into you.

Catching your expression particularly lewd, Ino tries to bring your attention back to him and not his cock for a second, inching closer to your face just to talk to you, “Did… ah, did you enjoy your day, baby?”

Just as he says that to you, you feel his cock glide into that one spot that makes you see stars for a moment. Your jaw falls and you just give him a dumb nod, he’s fucks you so unintentionally good that it makes you lose all trains of thought in only a few minutes—and god when he actually puts in some effort? Now, that’s when you start letting out moans loud enough to earn complaints from your neighbors.

But for now, Ino doesn’t have to do any of that. You’d been secretly worked up from the moment you woke up to breakfast in bed and now that he’s finally giving you want you’ve been craving, you find your body especially sensitive to his every move and word.

Ino, as oblivious as ever, simply grins at you, “I enjoyed my day too, mhm.” He hums, eyes all over the way you’re falling apart on his cock right now. His hips snap forward a little harder and the arms you have wrapped around his neck grasp on to him more, nails scratching at his back in reaction—which leaves the prettiest bright red marks he’ll be sure to admire later.

You let out an embarrassingly loud moan at the sudden jerk of his hips and try hiding your face. Ino scoffs before pushing your body over. You fall onto your back and he remains on his side, lazily continuing the sloppy fuck of his cock into you.

“Don’t go gettin’ all shy on me now,” He says with a kind smile, flicking a hand down to thumb at your clit, “That’s my job, remember?” Your back arches up off the bed and you struggle to look at him, “C’mon, keep those pretty eyes on mine. Mhmm, just like that.” He praises.

A gorgeous string of moans leave you as he pushes one of your legs to get you spread apart even further. Which quickly ends up with him positioning himself on top of you and thrusting into you with more eagerness than before. You’re not sure where his sudden urge to press you down against the mattress comes from but he sure as hell starts beating his leaking cockhead right into that spot he knows drives you crazy.

And as if to contrast the abrupt bullying of his throbbing inches into you, he leans his mouth up and kisses your forehead softly. It was as though his next word was a warning in regards to the way he’s about to treat your cunt, “Love you.” Ino whispers.

Yeah, he only says that during sex when he’s either about to cum—which usually consists of those two words being uttered over and over, but one single claim of loving you always leads to your legs parted nice and wide for him so that he can look down and watch his cock disappear inside you.

Which is honestly one of his favorite sights, especially when you let him cum inside you, then he gets the chance to watch the creamy mess struggle to stay in your cunt. What better gift to the two of you on this day than that?

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