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homelander!daughter but she surprises him with her own costume for halloween. she got her other parent to make her own superhero persona and she has this ELABORATE backstory, even if sheâs not a supe like him. heâs forced to sit on the couch with this dramatic diy stage setup, thinking itâs just a fashion show she does every so often, but he can just smell the excitement on his partner. she comes out all dressed up, but he doesnât recognize who sheâs supposed to be and then she reveals it!! SHES HIS LITTLE SIDE KICK FOR HALLOWEEN AHHHH
STOOOOOP thatâs so cute!!! đ I love the buildup! the anticipation! the reveal! I love Homelander being allowed to have these sweet domestic little moments that hit him like a bulldozer to the chest.
his daughter doesnât know why his eyes look so glassyâeven though heâs smilingâbut daddy does that sometimes so she knows to give him a big hug đđđ
#dadlander#in for the killing blow#I love him getting choked up but swallowing it back to enjoy the moment#he definitely cries by himself or with his s/o later tho#also iâm sorry guys my kidâs off school now and holidays are coming in hot#so I wont be able to be around/answer as many asks for a little bit#but i hope yâall are well and ilu#and iâm laughing at the fact weâre talkin halloween of all things rn#yâall really get me#ask and you shall receive#darling anon#homelander headcanons
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under the table
description: you and sim jaeyun have been academic rivals for as long as you can remember, competing intensely to beat the other in every class you've ever shared. for years, you've hidden your feelings for him, burying them deep down where jake can't find them, and you're hellbent on ensuring he never discovers your secret.
word count: 22k
contents: academic rivals to academic rivals with benefits to lovers, lots of angst, slight crack at points, overuse of nicknames (angel, pretty, gorgeous, etc), jake is kinda mean in the beginning, heejayhoon are flirty frat boy menaces, reader works herself to exhaustion in one scene, jake is stupid with emotions, characters get drunk/drink a lot, lots of party scenes and wonyoung as your roommate/best friend bc she's the first idol i thought of
smut warnings below the cut
a/n: thank u to my lovely bff @seung-log for letting me bounce ideas off of you and for beta reading this fic and giving me encouragement the entire way! ilysm <3
now playing: under the table by banks
smut warnings: dom!jake, sub!reader, hard and soft dom jake, implications of sub!jake (my agenda y'all he had to be here somewhere), degradation (slut, whore, etc), praise, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!!), fingering, oral (m. and f. rec), handjob, titjob, multiple orgasms, squirting, hate fucking (kinda), cumming inside, cum swallowing, cum as lube (kinda), finger in ass (f. rec), orgasm delay, marking, biting, spit swallowing, dry humping, grinding, slight 'sir' kink, choking, slight size kink (big cock/tiny pussy), fucking with clothes on, overstimulation, crying, slight dacryphilia, clit pinching/slapping.
your eyes drag over your paper hurriedly, looking for the red ink splotched at the bottom of the page, skin tingling as blood rushes to your head.
95.
you flip your paper over, eyes darting to your side where a pair of big brown eyes are already staring back at you. jake raises an eyebrow at you, showing you the big fat 100 plastered on the top of his test sheet.
your nose scrunches as you attempt to not give any reaction to the fact that jake has beat you. once again.
âha! knew it,â jake smirks, basking in his triumph.
âwhatever, sim. you know physics is not my strongest subject.â you try to brush his statement off, but his gloating begins to get under your skin. you poke your tongue on the inside of your cheek, resisting the urge to smack him as he continues to sit there, simply staring. âwhat is it?â
jake shrugs, ânothing much, y/l/n, just the usual. enjoying the fact that i beat you for yet another week in a row.â
heâs absolutely over exaggerating, knowing you just topped his score in english literature yesterday. âwhatever,â you repeat, not wanting to him to sense your sulkiness. âstop staring.â you wave a hand in front of his face to get him to look away, to which he relents after a moment.
jake would stare in shock and awe if he ever found out how this rivalry actually drives your anger. losing to him is always frustrating, of course, but nothing is more soul crushing than the butterflies bouncing around in your stomach every time jake looks at you and the way you fail to will them away every single time.
âwasnât staring,â he disagrees, turning to face back towards the whiteboard, his leg beginning to bounce from the excess excitement.
âsure you werenât,â you respond dryly, utterly too exhausted to deal with his bickering today. not with that way that stupid button up with rolled sleeves fits snugly on his biceps, round silver rimmed glasses sitting lazily on his nose, strands of hair falling delicately across his face. to top it all off, heâs wearing a ring on his pointer finger, tapping it lightly against the edge of the desk. the sound is bothersome, but not as bothersome as how utterly attracted you are to the mere image of the metal around his long finger. long fingers that are attached to large hands that lead to buff, veiny arms and broad shoulders, the whole sight nearly making you drool.
he must know how absolutely attractive he is right now. he must.
âhey jake, you going to the party at heeseungâs frat tonight?â jungwon calls from the seat behind him.
jake turns, nodding slightly, âjay and hoon are forcing me to go, i told them i already had plans but they wouldnât listen,â you scoff, digging through your backpack for your laptop, knowing his plans were simply to study the entire weekend, plans that completely mirrored your own. he glances at you with an eyebrow raised in confusion before turning back to jungwon. âwhy?â
âthe sorority girls are all coming,â jungwon cracks a smile, the smugness in his voice dripping with every word that tumbles out. he lowers his voice, leaning in as you still, trying to listen to jungwonâs hushed tone. âkarinaâs gonna be there, bro.â
you freeze, eyes glancing up as you pray youâve heard wrong. yu karina of phi mu royalty? the most gorgeous girl on campus who also, unfortunately for your cynical brain who wants so desperately to hate the girl, happens to be the kindest person on earth? of course jake would be interested in her, just like half the student body is.
jake nods slightly, muttering a âthanks, jungwon,â before turning back towards the front. you busy yourself with logging into your laptop, willing your brain to think about anything other than jake and karina together.
god, this is going to be a long day.
luckily enough, friday is the day where you only see jake once during your courses. you head home to your on campus apartment after the day ends, tired of your racing thoughts and hoping to recover in the confines of your warm blanket, cozied up with a good book and a cup of tea before doing some nightly revision.
you are not allowed such a reprieve from the day.
ây/nieeee!â wonyoung greets you at the door, a bright smile gracing her face. ïżœïżœweâre going out tonight!â
you drop your bag on the sofa before plopping down next to it, sinking deep into the cushions. âno, wony, weâre not going to heeseungâs party.â
her smile drops, pretty lips curling into a small frown, âwhy? and how did you even know thereâs a party at heeseungâs tonight?â
âdoesnât matter. weâre absolutely not going.â
she huffs, stomping her foot lightly. âcome onnnn y/n! donât you ever get tired of working yourself to the bone week after week? i think you need a break, even if just for the night.â
you sigh, rubbing at your face with your hands, trying to fend off the impending headache that started on your walk from your classroom. you relent to her, a small sigh escaping your lips before you mutter, âjakeâs going to be there.â
âand? donât you want him to see your sexy ass in something skimpy?â
your cheeks burn at the insinuation of sim jake having his eyes on you in any context other than a negative one. âno, plus karina is going to be there. heard jungwon mentioning her specifically to him in physics today. so iâd rather not go and see something thatâll hurt my spirit more.â you pause for a moment, âhe already beat my score on our physics quiz this morning, and i havenât stopped thinking about him and her together all day. so can we please stay home?â
wonyoung sighs deeply, sitting down next to you. âwho cares if theyâre going to be there? youâre y/l/n y/n, you deserve to have a life outside of academics and obsessing over jake. and if he does get with her? then fuck him!â
you can feel your resolve breaking, knowing you can never truly say no to wonyoung with her pleading eyes and tiny pout.
âoh my god, fine.â you relent, sighing deeply when she jumps off of the couch with a little squeal. âoh iâm so excited! letâs go to your room, i know exactly what youâre going to wear.â
and thatâs how you ended up standing outside heeseungâs frat house, your comfy tennis shoes contrasting the skin tight strappy black dress with a plunging neckline that wonyoung forced you to wear. âiâm not breaking my fucking ankle just so you can have more fun playing dress up, wony. itâs the dress and these shoes or iâm taking my ass there in sweatpants and no bra.â
âcome on, letâs get a drink,â wonyoung grabs your hand and pushes her way through the crowd of bodies, âweâre probably gonna need it.â
âwelcome ladies! wonyoung, nice to see you again.â you are both greeted by park jay mixing drinks when you step into the precipice of the kitchen. he does a double take when his eyes register you in front of him. âand y/n, wow! you look drop dead gorgeous. iâve never seen you at one of these parties before.â
your cheeks burn lightly as you opt to ignore his comment, knowing jayâs reputation with the student body for being a man who⊠definitely gets around. wonyoung lets go of your hand, beginning to browse the drink options laid out on the kitchen island in front of her. âyeah, wonyoung made me.â you respond, coming to stand on the opposite side of jay as you eye the shaker in his hands. âyou playing bartender?â he nods slightly. âwhatâs the strongest thing you can make me?â
jay chuckles in response as he pours what he was mixing in the tumbler. âhere, try this,â he hands you the cup. you take a reluctant sip, the liquid going down with a strong burn. you shake your head lightly in response to the strength before downing the entire cup in a few gulps, needing the liquid confidence desperately.
âa woman after my own heart,â he stares for a moment before handing you another drink, this one pre-prepared. âtry this one. donât down it all at once though, i wonât be able to satisfy you if you keep that up.â
you nod, taking a small sip before a warm feeling begins to settle in your belly. âthis one is tastier.â
âfigured youâd like it, a sweet drink for a sweet girl.â
wonyoung cocks an eyebrow at him before shaking her head lightly at the way his gaze is completely on you, the ogling heâs giving your curves going right over your head but catching her attention instead. âme next, bartender.â he nods, turning back to face the counter. âyour regular?â she nods in response, walking around him to slide up against you.
âyou have a regular?â you giggle at her. wonyoung nods lightly, the small smile never leaving her lips, âjayâs been playing bartender for me since we were still in high school.â
jay makes wonyoung her drink and hands it over and the two of you exit the kitchen, opting to walk outside for some fresh air and maybe a free spot on the lawn to sit down at. there are small clumps of people scattered around the impeccably green lawn. people sip from cups and bottles, a few from cans. there are fairy lights strewn across the underside of the covered porch, and you wonder which frat memberâs girlfriend convinced them to put them there. the moon illuminates the darker parts of the lawn, some of them coated in artificial light from various tiki torches strewn about aimlessly, stuck into the group roughly.
âwonyoung!â lee heeseungâs booming voice carries across the lawn from where heeseung and sunghoon are playing beer pong. âcome join!â
you approach the table, ây/n, is that you?â you nod, smiling. âhi, heeseung.â
âis this your first frat party?â you nod again and he cracks a smile in response. âhow are you enjoying it?â
âwe just got here, so i havenât seen much.â heeseung nods, scooting over on his side of the ping pong table.
âbe my partner, wonyoung go stand by hoon.â you find nothing inside of you that wants to argue, knowing that you and heeseung get along, as much as two people who donât know each other all that well can get along.
you glance up at heeseung as you stand next to him, âiâve never played, heeseung.â his smile grows wider at your admission. âwell, itâs our turn, so let me show you.â
heeseung moves you to stand in front of him, pressing you between the edge of the table and his wide t-shirt covered chest. âso grab the ball,â he places it in your hand before covering it with his own, much larger one. âaim, and toss!â heeseung guides you to toss the ball, it lands in one of the cups with a satisfying plop and you smile, glancing up at him where heâs smiling back down at you.
across the lawn, unbeknownst to you, an irritated sim jaeyun is ignoring his conversation with karina, watching the way heeseung is crowding your space and holding your hand. heâs not mad, no, why the hell would he be mad? he hates you. heâs got the yu karina in front of him giving him bedroom eyes, yet all he can focus on is the way heeseung presses himself against your back. jake feels the strange anger brewing inside his gut, completely checked out of his conversation with karina.
karina is here, ripe for the taking, absolutely willing and eager to flirt with jake, but all he can manage to do is stare at you, willing you with his mind to glance over at him, to see him standing here with her. he canât believe youâre standing so close to his best friend, basically inviting him to fuck you in front of everyone here with your innocent stare.
wonyoung takes the cup and downs it, ânext time let her throw for herself, hee.â sunghoon accuses, âno cheating in beer pong, man.â
ây/nâs never played!â heeseung defends, never moving from where heâs got you trapped, his body feeling so close and his towering size intimidating you a bit. âhad to teach her, itâs the least i can do.â
before he can register how his body is reacting, jakeâs leaving karina without so much as a second glance as his legs carry him over to the table. âmove over hoon,â jake commands from the other side of the table. heeseung meets jakeâs eye, having a silent conversation that not even sunghoon is privy to. heeseung gives sunghoon a look and sunghoon relents, allowing jake to take his place before wandering off to see jay in the kitchen and maybe find out if riki is passed out somewhere. wonyoung catches your gaze, her eyes as confused as yours are at the sudden intrusion. âgonna school you, y/n, just like i did in physics this morning.â
you roll your eyes while heeseung feels your body tense in his hold. âitâs okay, we got this. jake sucks at beer pong.â he says lowly, smiling to reassure you. you nod your head in response.
jake does, in fact, suck at beer pong, a fact you become well aware of within his first few throws. usually jake is decent at beer pong! but heeseung has watched jake down multiple drinks this evening, and when jake gets drunk, his beer pong skills significantly drop off. jake swears under his breath with every miss, hatred brewing behind his gaze every time he sees the way heeseung keeps you held in place, the way the pair of you celebrate every successful toss with a small high five, heeseungâs hand dwarfing yours in size.
âyou lose, jakey boy,â heeseung announces as you sink the last ball with a bit of guidance from him. jake downs the last cup before slamming it back down on the table, the flimsy plastic being crushed beneath his hand a bit. heeseung gives you a squeeze of the shoulders and one last high five, âdonât be a sore loser, man.â heeseung moves, finally letting you escape as you walk to meet wonyoung at the other end of the table. heeseung grabs jake by the scruff of his neck, guiding him to another part of the backyard.
âgod, that was so weird.â wonyoung shakes her head, âwhy was jake so mad? and heeseung is being weird tooâŠâ
the words swim in your own brain. was jake mad that you were there at all? youâve never been to one of heeseungâs parties before, so that could be it, he could feel like youâre intruding on his space. youâd feel the same way if he ever raided one of you and wonyoungâs girlsâ nights; though wonyoung would argue that that is a completely different situation if she ever heard your battling thoughts. was it because heeseung was so close to you? did he think you were cheating at beer pong like sunghoon did? thatâs just too many questions for your already intoxicated brain to handle. your heart swelled at the fleeting thought that maybe he was angry that heeseung was close to you for an entirely different reason, completely unrelated to the game or his urge to beat you in every aspect of your shared existence.
âi think itâs time for us to go home,â you interject her ramblings, the entire situation beginning to overwhelm you, âiâm feeling tired.â
wonyoung eyes you with a raised eyebrow and a slightly squeaky whine as the two of you walk inside, âwe just got here! come dance with me at least for a little bit.â
across the lawn, heeseung is scolding jake. âwhy are you being a fucking asshole to y/n, bro? sheâs just trying to have a good time.â
âme? being an asshole? thatâs rich coming from you, you weâre basically fucking her against the table, heeseung!â
heeseung rolls his eyes, knowing he was being very tame in comparison to some of the compromising situations jake has seen him in before. and itâs not like you or heeseung felt that way about each other. âi knew youâd be mad at that. jake, open your fucking eyes. people who actually hate each other donât feel that way you do about her.â
jakeâs drunk mind refuses to relent to heeseungâs words, always needing to be right and knowing heeseung is dead wrong, âshut the fuck up, you donât know what youâre talking about.â
âi do, actually, and i know better than you do.â heeseung shakes his head, sighing, âyouâre too stubborn for your own good, sim.â
âfuck off man,â jake shakes himself out of heeseungâs grasp, heading inside for god only knows what reason. just to get away from heeseung and from his confusing thoughts of you, he supposes, in his far too drunk mind.
wonyoung tugs you into the living room thatâs been taken over as a dance floor, but you tear away from her before she can drag you into the sea of people, trying to avoid dancing entirely. âiâm going to find the bathroom,â wonyoungâs attention is grabbed by a mutual friend of yours and she stays to chat with them, watching you stumble into a nearby hallway out of the corner of her eye, following your figure until you disappear around a corner, worry bubbling in her gut.
someone stumbles into you, nearly knocking you onto your ass. âhey, watch where youâre g-â
your sentence is cut off by someone pressing you against the wall in the dark corner of the hall, your eyes rising to meet a pair of pretty brown ones, jakeâs pupils wide from how buzzed he is right now. you can feel yourself tensing in his hold, both scared and turned on from the mere proximity of his body. the heat of his body overwhelms you as he places one hand on your waist, the other against the wall at the side of your head, trapping you in place beneath his towering frame. âget off of me, sim,â you push against his chest, his body not moving an inch. fuck him and his broad shoulders and his thick, toned arms.
âare you trying to piss me off or something?â jake seethes, and you can see the anger in his eyes and the way he grips your hip tightly, threatening to leave a bruise. âtrying to fuck all my friends? just opening your legs for every one of them like a whore?â
âfuck off, jake!â you argue, anger bubbling as you watch his eyes scan across your face, trying to ignore the bubbling arousal building in your gut, overwhelmed by his voice, eyes, presence, all of him being so terrifyingly close to you. âif i wanted to fuck all your friends, i already wouldâve!â
jakeâs hand next to your head is suddenly gripping your chin, forcing your head to look up further and stare up at his face. he sucks at the inside of his cheek, trying to reel his anger back in. âlisten here, princess. none of my friends would ever fuck you, so stop trying before you embarrass yourself. youâre pathetic,â he moves his hand from your chin to wrap around your throat lazily. you canât help the way your panties stick to you, wetness growing at the sight of him degrading you, his big hand wrapped around your delicate neck. you can feel your brain slipping already. âyouâre worthless, do you understand me?â
you nod dumbly, swallowing a bit of spit to keep yourself from drooling.
âgood girl,â is all his drunk brain can tell you, voice gravelly and lower than youâve ever heard. his vocal tone makes the feeling in the pit of your stomach reignite. âremember your place, doll.â you nod mindlessly again before he lets go of your throat, his hand at your waist shoving you away from him. âget out of here before i have to teach you a lesson.â
monday rolls around unceremoniously, and knowing youâll have to see jake first thing this morning is making you consider skipping class entirely.
you shake your head, knowing that nobody, especially not a man, is worth jeopardizing your grades over. no matter how annoyingly attractive he is.
you plop down in your seat, ready for the lecture. jake saunters in, his usual smile plastered on his face before it drops at the mere sight of you. your heart sinks, knowing that even your academic rivalry has never produced that sort of reaction from him.
âso, you and heeseung, huh?â
jake sits down next to you, eyeing you inquisitively. âwhat? absolutely not!â you hiss, âwhy the hell would you think that, sim?â
âbeer pong,â he mentions, in a tone that makes you feel like youâre stupid. âi donât like heeseung and i know he doesnât like me. be serious now, jake.â you scold him, desperately hoping heâll drop this.
âdidnât seem like it to me,â is all he says before tugging his laptop out of his bag and watching as the professor walks in the classroom.
âwhatever, sim,â you brush him off, and the rest of your sentence gets caught on your tongue. ânot like i care what you think,â you wish you could say, despite knowing just how much of a lie it is.
âgood morning everyone, i finally have your test from last week fully graded,â your history teacher greets everyone and begins winding up and down the aisles, handing back papers with various numbers scribbled on top of each.
she places your paper gently on your desk, a huge smile greeting your face once you see the large 100 sitting on top in deep red ink.
âdonât start gloating now, princess. i got the same. you're not special,â jakeâs words kill your remaining semblance of a good mood, feeling like heâs being meaner than he usually is.
âjake itâs 8 am, stop being such an asshole so early in the morning.â you fight, shoving the paper in your bag unceremoniously, missing the small frown that flits across his features. his thoughts flick back to heeseung scolding him at the party, making the frown grow on his face. you nose scrunches at his actions not turning you on like they normally did, instead just making you angry at him.
he shouldnât feel bad, he really shouldnât, and he's tricked his brain into thinking he truly doesn't care. your relationship has always been like this. something about seeing you this weekend made jake extra angry, and youâre the one he needs to take it out on. and if he kills your mood to match his already bad one? then all the better for his ego, annoying you being one of his favorite past times.
he continues his nasty quips throughout the rest of class, ones you try your hardest to ignore but somehow they slip under your armor and make hits at your fragile heart every single time.
after spending your down time studying in the library, you reach your next course and sit next to jake in math, leg bouncing roughly at the anxiety brewing at the thought of losing to jake again.
âoh thank god,â you sigh in relief, a 99 with a large circle sitting at the top of your surprise quiz from last week. jake feels his face twitch as he glances over to find your test sporting a higher score. he never loses to you in math, and he can feel his anger boiling.
âlucky break, y/n,â he bites, not missing the way your eyes turn downcast silently instead of fighting him with a quick, competitive response. jake doesnât know why the sight of you ignoring him and not even arguing back makes his heart twinge.
class after class for the rest of the week, you keep topping jakeâs score, but you canât bring it in yourself to care. you feel like his combative words are filled with real venom now, versus the usual merely competitive undertones that they carry. sure, you enjoy when heâs mean sometimes, but it feels like heâs somehow crossed an imaginary line between sexy and hateful. and your brain can only take so much negative rhetoric before youâre closing in on yourself, blurring the edges of your consciousness to prevent any more hurt from being cast upon your body and mind. you barely stumble your way through the week, struggling to even drag yourself to class every day, knowing youâll be met with his usually soft brown eyes staring daggers into your side profile.
youâre so worn down from the emotional toll this week has taken on you that you donât even care that wonyoung shoves you into another tiny dress and drags you to another party hosted by heeseung. you choose to keep your inner turmoil to yourself, and wonyoung relents, allowing you to have your secrets for now despite being able to sense that something is absolutely wrong.
âjay, give y/n what you gave her last weekend, she needs it.â
âwelcome back, pretty girl,â jay greets you, âbad week?â you nod numbly, meeting his gaze with obviously tired eyes. âlet jay help you.â he gives you a soft smile, beginning to whip up exactly what he gave you last weekend.
âthank you, jay,â jay notices the smile doesnât reach your eyes, but he doesnât take it personally. âanytime, pretty.â
wonyoung grabs the nearest bottle of whatever beer theyâve stocked up on for this so called rager and follows you as you wander aimlessly. she grips your elbow, leading you to an open seat on the sofa in the living room. the party is less packed than last weekend, with only a few people mingling around the house, the living room no longer being taken over by an impromptu dance floor.
âhi y/n, hey wonyoung,â jungwon greets the pair of you, dropping down into the cushion next to wonyoung. âwhatâs up? enjoying the party?â
you nod simply, nursing your cup gently as your eyes canât focus on any one thing in the room, vision slightly fuzzy and never once regaining clarity as you let all thoughts leave your head.
âyou with us, y/n?â wonyoung waves a hand in front of your face. unbeknownst to you, ten minutes had already passed and both wony and jungwon had watched you as you barely even moved, aside from the cup occasionally being pressed to your lips. âyeah, sorry.â you mumble out. wonyoung gives your shoulder a small squeeze before rising to her feet. âweâll be right back, jungwon and i need a refill, okay?â you nod as her figure disappears into the house.
a large shadow casts above you, drawing your attention up to meet big brown eyes. âwhy are you here? here to gloat some more?â
a small sigh leaves your lips as you tear your gaze from him before downing your drink at once, eyes fluttering shut. you place the cup on the coffee table in front of you before looking back up at him, âi donât have the energy to fight with you right now, jake. please just leave me alone.â
jake sits down next to you, hand resting on your knee as he whispers lowly for only you to hear, âso youâre trying to act like you didnât just kick my ass all week? youâre not gonna say anything about that?â
you nod a little, unable to meet his gaze, âjake, iâm so tired, please. i donât want to fight right now.â
seeing the vision of you, a usually fiery, independent, self assured woman, surrendering to his words so easily causes a twitch in jakeâs pants, his jeans beginning to feel a little too snug all of a sudden. âis that so?â he teases, his anger from the week still present in the undertones of his speech. âso you donât even have the energy to be a good rival and taunt me back?â
you shake your head, âjake, please,â you whine, and its music to his ears. he squeezes your knee lightly, invading your space some more. âplease what, angel?â
your cheeks burn at the sudden nickname, mouth going dry at the three little words heâs just whispered to you. you stare at him with doe eyes and a shut mouth. âwhat is it, you can tell me.â he tries to coax the admission out of you.
âjust so tiredâŠâ you relent, limbs feeling heavy.
jake stands and pulls you to your feet, ignoring how heavy his cock feels behind his denim as he leads you upstairs, âcome on, letâs go find somewhere you can lie down.â the sudden kindness heâs showing you would strike you as strange if you were in your right mind, but the fogginess taking over your brain hides how absolutely weird this would be on a normal day between you and jake.
jake tugs the door of heeseungâs room open, guiding you inside before shutting the door and locking it. âlie down.â his voice is gentle, coaxing you into submission and a sense of calm, feeling safer knowing youâre away from the crowd and are able to breathe a little better without a thin sheen of smoke filling your lungs and obscuring your vision.
you obey, crawling under the covers that heâs pulled back for you before he tucks you under the plush material. âyou shouldnât be here while youâre feeling like this,â jake scolds you. your eyes shut gently, already falling asleep with a heavy heart and heavier limbs. jake watches you with a protective gaze as you drift off into dreamland, a sigh leaving his lips knowing you might finally have time to just exist, versus your usual act of constantly pushing yourself to the limit and further.
âyou canât just let people crash in my room, jake!â
âitâs y/n, hee.â jake glances up at the taller man for a moment, âshe⊠something was wrong, but i didnât want to send her home by herself. wonyoung certainly wasnât going to go with her.â he scoffs at your roommateâs inability to grasp how strange you were acting. heeseungâs eyebrows shoot up at this admission, nodding slightly. âis she okay now?â he questions.
âsheâs still sleeping,â heeseung had caught jake sneaking out of his room trying to get you a glass of water for when you wake up, planning to run up and continue watching you as you slept. not in a creepy way, just in a i donât want anybody to come in this room trying to fuck on heeseungâs bed while y/n is sleeping there kind of way, as well as a i need to make sure no one tries to take advantage of her kind of way. why he wanted to do all of this, why he was treating you this way at all was still a mystery to him. âdidnât want anyone coming in and waking her up or messing with her while sheâs sleeping.â
heeseung scoffs a bit at his answer, âyou still donât get it, do you?â
jake watches him with a blank stare, âget what?â he shakes his head in response, muttering a quiet ânothing,â before peeking inside his room to check on you.
âsheâs fine, heeseung.â jake argues, quietly yanking the door shut. âlet her sleep.â
heeseung shakes his head, âjust let her uber home with wonyoung,â he suggests, testing the waters further to prove his theory is rocksolid.
jake gives him a glare that could kill, âdid you not fucking listen to a word i just said?â
bingo.
âiâm kidding, chill.â
jake lets the comment go as well as he can, âif youâre done saying stupid shit, can you go grab me some water for when she wakes up?â heeseung scoffs at his words, but returns shortly with a bottle of water, to which jake gives him a small thank you in return.
âjust⊠try not to be an asshole when she wakes up, okay?â
you donât know how you got home that night. wonyoung told you it was jungwon ordering the three of you an uber, opting to leave with you since he lives in your building with sunoo and riki as his roommates. the rest of the weekend passes unceremoniously, your color slowly coming back after an absolutely off week. as you slouch down into the chair next to his on monday morning, you can only hope jake doesnât fuck up your good mood as fast as he did last week.
âhad a fun weekend?â you canât decipher the tone of his voice.
âit was fine, i guess.â you shrug in response. âi donât remember most of it.â you admit, not even caring how absolutely embarrassing that sounds, especially coming from someone of your academic caliber and positive reputation.
jakeâs face seems to drop at your admission, quickly shaking off the expression, âwell, are you ready for another week of me kicking your ass?â
âweâll see about that, sim.â you smirk lightly, feeling your spark in this rivalry returning a bit, along with your deeply imbedded feelings for the man beside you. jake seems to have let go of the intense hatred he was holding the previous week, a friendly feeling returning to your long standing rivalry. âdonât think iâm gonna go easy on you, now.â
jake smiles secretly, happy to see the pep back in your step, so to speak. he hated seeing you the way you were at the party, your eyes looking lifeless and staring into the void aimlessly before he laid you down for a well deserved nap.
âhmm, whatâd you get?â you peer down at the paper your professor has just laid in front of you. â97. you?â
â98.â
jake groans loudly, âgod, you canât just let me win, can you?â a smile graces your lips, ânope, youâll have to fight me for it, sim.â
âalright, you two,â jay teases the two of you and you turn to face him. ây/n, youâll never guess what today is.â he smiles brightly.
âiâm not sure, what is it, jay?â
âitâs my birthday, and iâm throwing a party at the frat tonight.â you smile at his admission, âwill i see you there?â
jake shakes his head, teasing, âno, sheâs probably gotta stud-â
âsure,â you interrupt jake, shooting him a glare before looking back at jay, âiâll be there, jay.â you offer him a small smile, one which he mirrors while jake looks between the two of you with a scowl.
oh, youâre gonna get it.
you arrive at jayâs party, opting for a more casual pleated skirt and t-shirt since jay told you it was casual wear and he wanted a chill vibe, just some close friends. youâre assuming he invited you because of wonyoung, who had to opt out of tonightâs festivities since the poor girl caught a nasty case of the flu over the weekend. you heated up some canned soup for her and made tea before leaving for the night, telling her to text you immediately if she starts to feel worse.
âhi, gorgeous,â heeseung smiles at you, greeting you warmly and placing a drink in your hands.
âhi, heeseung,â you return his smile, watching him over the rim of your solo cup as you take a sip. âdamn, this is nasty. what the hell is this?â
he shrugs lightly, âbeats me. jayâs mingling instead of making drinks, so sunghoonâs doing the best that he can, i guess.â you nod before bravely taking another sip of the gross concoction.
âwhereâs the birthday boy?â
âask and he shall appear,â jay smiles, coming to stand next to heeseung, âhi, angel, glad you could make it.â you smile at the two men towering over you. âthanks for inviting me, and wony sends her apologies. she got sick over the weekend.â
âthatâs alright, hope she feels better.â heeseung says before the two of them begin whisking you off into another part of the house. heeseung separates from you and jay to greet a few people, jayâs hand on your waist to guide you without you getting lost. âi heard hoonâs making drinks? this is nasty, jay, have you taught him nothing?â you tease, glancing behind you at a loud noise sounds behind you. after finding nothing, you begin to turn back to jay before your eyes find jake standing with karina. the sight makes your blood boil, but you nearly shiver after finding him already staring over at you and jay out of the side of his eye. you shake off his dark stare, returning to your conversation with jay, not noticing the way his hand hasnât left your waist despite the two of you no longer moving through the house.
âiâll be right back,â jake tells karina, no longer focused on their conversation. karina scoffs lightly, knowing this is the second time in two weeks that jake has left her high and dry while sheâs been trying to talk to him.
âjay,â jake greets his best friend, earning him a look of confusion from the birthday boy, ây/n, can i talk to you?â you glance at jay with a confused look, the man in front of you mirroring the same expression back at you.
âiâ sure, jake.â you relent, setting down your already empty cup on a random surface before heâs tugging your arm, not caring about the searing grip he has on your wrist.
âdidnât i warn you to not fuck my friends?â jakeâs hushed voice meets your ears, a frown pulling onto your lips at the question. you donât remember talking about being attracted to any of his friends at all, let alone with jake himself.
âwhat are you talking about, sim?â you question, growing irritated at the implication that he probably thinks youâre easy.
âgod, youâre so stupid sometimes,â he growls, pressing you against a bedroom door in the empty hallway. âyou donât even see them all eye fucking you? donât be naive, y/n.â
you shake your head, convinced heâs fucking with you. âjake, your friends arenât eye fucking me itâs called being friends with the opposite sex, you should try it instead of being an asshole all the time!â
jake yanks the handle near your hip, tugging the door open and shoving both of you inside before locking it behind him. âyou drive me up the fucking wall, you know that?â
âthe feeling is mutual, sim,â you deadpan. âare you done yelling at me? iâm ready to leave this fucking room and get far away from you. iâm trying to enjoy myself tonight, jake, i donât need you fucking with my mood again.â
the dam in his mind breaks, and suddenly jake feels all his resolve slip away. he pushes you up against the closed door and squishes you against it. âgod, youâre so fucking annoying, you know that? always know how to push my fucking buttons.â
the proximity has you holding your breath, waiting for his next searing words to tumble out of those plush lips.
âstop staring at my lips,â he demands, taking both of your wrists in one grip of his hand and holding them above your head. âyou gonna keep making me mad?â
âstop fucking with me, jake, let me leave.â you know your words hold no weight in either of your minds, your body betraying you as your arousal is evident in the way your legs squeeze together.
jake shakes his head, âyou need to shut up and take what i give you, since youâre so ready to be a slut for all my friends.â he grips your chin and squishes your cheeks with his other hand. âyou gonna behave for me? or are you gonna be a brat?â
you finally relent, letting go of your argumentative front that youâve put up around him for years as his grip on your cheeks loosens. you relish in the feeling of allowing him to take control, of jake offering you a moment to just exist without any expectations or responsibilities, to let him take care of you completely, ââm gonna be good for you, jake.â you watch him with big eyes, his stare unrelenting as he watches you for any sort of discomfort.
âyou sure you can take it, angel? iâm not gonna be nice.â you nod briefly, trying to use your hand before he grips tighter, âwhat is it, pretty? you can still back out now.â he tells you, giving you full control of the situation for a moment.
he watches a look flash across your face before you look downwards, embarrassed at the thought of what youâre about to ask. jake tugs your face to look back at up at him roughly, âwant you to choke me,â you mumble. he grins wildly at your admission, hand on your chin snaking down to rest at the base of your neck. âlike that, baby?â you nod slightly, pressing your legs further together under his intense stare. âtell jake what else you need.â
you take advantage of his momentary kindness to lean forward and capture his plump lips in a kiss, dirty and messy and utterly desperate. desperate for his touch, however you can get it. jake returns the favor, slotting his lips against yours, feeling every crevice of your gorgeous lips under his own. he fights back a moan, knowing he needs to maintain dominance over the situation. he squeezes tighter on your neck and you let out a small moan, allowing him to press his tongue into your mouth. you nearly gasp at the intrusion, relishing in the feeling of him nearly eating you from the inside out.
jake pulls away to stare back at your face, your expression already portraying how utterly fucked out you are just from a few touches. âcanât just take what youâre given, can you? greedy girl.â his tone is laced with warning.
âi can take it,â you argue lightly and he chuckles before moving you from the door to the bed, making you lie down on the mattress in front of him. âpromise.â
âi believe you.â jake admits, sinking down to his knees and flipping your skirt up before pressing his nose against your clothed core. âbet you taste delicious, angel,â he stays there for a moment, licking against the fabric of your panties before pulling away. jake stands back up and unbuckles his belt, âanother time, baby. need to fuck the attitude right out of you. always getting on my nerves.â
you watch as jake drops his pants and boxes just below his knees, revealing a thick, veiny cock with a blushing red tip. your cheeks go redder at the sight of him, already afraid of the stretch, âyouâre so big.â the words tumble out of you without realization, your cheeks burning at the sudden admission.
âi told you iâm the best, baby,â he taunts you, âdonât worry, iâll make you take it all like the cock slut we both know you are.â jake rips your panties, pulling a gasp from your chest as he holds the tip against your wet folds, the sight hidden from you by your skirt, âgod, this turns you on, doesnât it? when i call you a pretty little whore?â he feels your walls tighten slightly around his tip at his words and smirk casts over jakeâs lips. âso all this time, my little angel has been getting wet every time we talk? dirty girl.â you shake your head, trying to hide your embarrassed face as your cheeks heat up. âdonât lie baby, i can feel you clenching around me.â
all the air is knocked out of your lungs when jake buries his huge length all the way inside, your hands going up to grab his biceps for something to hang onto as he begins ravaging you with a brutal pace, âsee what you do to me? you make me so fucking angry, i canât help but take it all out on you.â he feels your walls flutter around him as his thick cock drags against you, feeling every ridge of your pussy as his tip bruises your cervix with repeated precision. âgod, youâre taking me so well, tiny little pussy was made to be destroyed by my big cock, wasnât it?â
you nod dumbly, feeling cock drunk already, feeling yourself slip further away from reality with every drag of his veiny dick passing through you. jake fucks you into the mattress like heâs trying to split your entire body in half. you canât get enough as jake moves your arms for a moment to tear your shirt off your body hastily, both hands reaching around and unclasping your bra before discarding both items somewhere in this random bedroom. he watches your tits bounce with each deep thrust, âgod look at your tits baby, fuckâ i could just eat you alive right now.â
âplease,â you whine, not knowing what youâre whining for. âplease what, my pretty little slut?â you donât answer him, moaning loudly as he takes both your tits in his grasp, a hand holding each in a grip thatâll surely leave a mark.
âthatâs what i thought,â he quips as he continues to plow into you, his head starting to spin from the feeling of your walls sucking him in with every thrust, never fully accommodating his size, âfuck, just take it all like a good cock slut, you were made to take me.â
his squeezing of one of your tits halts, moving down to pinch your swollen clit harshly, smiling wickedly at the groan of pain and pleasure that escapes your mouth. âtoo much?â you nod roughly, pleading eyes meeting his dark gaze, âtoo fucking bad.â
jake begins alternating between pinching and slapping your clit, relishing at the slight squeeze each action grants him, feeling himself tumbling to the edge already. âdonât you dare fucking cum,â he warns as he grabs your hips, shoving you up and down on his length like a fuckdoll, and you take it, sitting pretty with gasps leaving your parted lips as he chases his own pleasure. âfuuuuuck,â jake stills, cumming deep inside you, holding your hips flush to his body until heâs milked his own cock dry. you can feel your body on the edge of an orgasm as you wait for jake to finish you off now that heâs cum inside you.
he pulls out, watching his cum drip out of your gaping hole, âgod, you still make me so fucking mad,â jake shoves his length back inside roughly, stuffing his cum back into you, âcanât wait to watch you come undone beneath me.â he moans, rubbing rough circles against your clit. you throw your head back, moaning his name loudly.
âthatâs it, pretty baby, let everyone know whoâs making you feel this good,â jake leans in and bites the skin on your neck, sucking and licking at the spot to soothe it after. he places a sloppy, open mouthed kiss there before leaning up and prying your lips apart, mouth opening obediently. your eyes open in shock, watching him hover above you before he spits in your mouth, then sliding his hand down to rest at the base of your neck, squeezing lightly. âswallow it.â you follow his instructions promptly, a moan escaping your lips after feeling it slide down your throat paired with the pressure heâs applying.
âcum all over my cock, angel,â jake growls in your ear, the grit in his voice causing your dam to break, the rubber band in your stomach snapping before your eyes roll back, colors passing through your vision and limbs feeling numb and tingly as jake fucks you through your orgasm.
âjake, stopââ you attempt to push him off, your actions doing nothing to halt his movements, feeling overstimulated as your orgasm finishes washing over your body. âjakeââ
jake leans in, capturing your lips in a messy, sloppy kiss to distract you as he slowly slips out of you, taking his fingers and shoving the cum mixture back into your leaking hole. he pulls away, glancing down at the sight of both of your fluids leaking out of you, groaning at the sight, âfuck, youâre perfect,â his head feels dizzy as he catches your lips again, biting softly against your bottom lip before pulling away again. âlet me clean you up,â jake presses a final kiss against your lips, resisting the urge to slip his tongue down your throat as far as it can reach.
he returns shortly with a wet cloth from the en suite bathroom, manhandling you to sit further up against the pillows before wiping you down, getting the cum out of your gaping hole. he returns to the bathroom, wiping himself off before tugging his jeans back onto his hips and tossing the washcloth in the trash. whatever frat brother this room belongs to certainly wonât be missing thatâŠ
you stare up at the ceiling, panting and wiping the sweat from your forehead. âfuck.â
âfuck what? fuck you? i just did,â he argues, grabbing your torn panties from wherever they landed in the room and pocketing them discreetly.
âshut up, sim,â you cover your eyes with your arm, refusing to look at him.
âhey, look at me,â jake pries your arm off and your eyes open slowly, the sight of him with his post sex glow knocking the wind out of you. âyou okay?â his question is sincere, his gaze on you doubly so. you nod lightly, a small smile taking over your features, âgood.â
âcanât believe you ripped my pantiesâŠâ you grumble, sitting up slightly to look for your shirt and bra. jakeâs hands grip your tits absentmindedly, âiâm not a fucking stressball, jake!â jake just laughs, pinching one of your nipples in retaliation, watching the nearly silent moan that leaves your perfect pink lips. âfuck, donât do that again unless you want another round.â
he perks up at the words, âyou really mean that?â
âiââ
a loud pounding on the door startles both of you, âopen the fuck up!â
you scramble to grab your bra and shirt, shoving them back on as jake wills his slowly rising dick to lower once more. he glances at you and you nod at him. jake unlocks the door and swings it open, meeting the eyes of a very tall, very angry man.
âget the fuck out, both of you,â he booms and the two of you scurry out quickly, a small giggle escaping your lips at the sight of his bright red, angry face.
âhe was gonna kick your ass, jakeâŠâ you tell him as the two of you rush down the hallway, unknowingly in the opposite direction of the living room.
âwouldâve been worth it,â jake smirks, stopping and gripping your hips lightly, the intimacy of his thumbs rubbing on your bare skin making your head spin, âyour pussy is heaven.â
you smile, small and subtle, eyes wide, ânot mad at me anymore?â
he shakes his lightly, âcould never really be mad at you.â jake offers you a coy smile.
âdoesnât seem like it,â you argue, smile slipping from your features the tiniest bit. âwell⊠every time you make me mad i can just fuck you like that again. is that what you want, pretty girl?â
your cheeks burn at the sudden nickname, âis that what you want, jake?â he nods slightly, âiâll fuck you whenever and where ever you want if youâll let me, baby. no strings attached.â
your heart drops at those three little words leaving his lips, hope of jake reciprocating your feeling sinking deeper into the abyss that clouds your mind most days. his offer is a glimmer of hope, your brain reeling to feel him like that again, even if heâs âfucking the attitudeâ out of you over and over. you nod, âyeah, iâd like that.â you half-lie, continuing to shield your true feelings from him.
âjust promise not to fuck any of my friends⊠youâre mine now.â you nod, heart fluttering at the implication of being jakeâs, and the sudden possessiveness heâs now displaying.
jakeâs grin grows, pulling you in by your hips for a frantic kiss, pushing his tongue past the expanse of your lips, exploring your mouth with need. you sink into his hold, stomach fluttering at the feeling of one of his hands reaching your ass, squeezing it in his large palm. you groan against his plush lips, allowing him to slip his tongue further down your throat.
âoh my godââ a shrill voice screeching from behind you has you pulling away from jake, seeing sunoo standing there, his hand now covering his eyes, âiâm so sorry, iâ jay just told me to round everyone up for cake.â he apologizes and promptly rushes back to the living room.
âdonât worry,â jake whispers, âi can make sure sunoo doesnât tell a soul, say the word and itâll be our little secret, angel.â
you nod slightly, staring up at him with wide eyes, âthank you, jake.â
âanything you need and iâll make it happen,â he promises, giving your ass one last squeeze and a small smack before guiding you forward, âgo join the party, iâll be there in a minute.â
âwhere have you been, dude?â heeseung questions jake after the cake is cut and shared, prompting the shorter man to shake his head. ânowhere important.â he can see the hidden smile on jakeâs face as heeseung watches him, smirking knowingly as he catches your eye in the crowd where youâre talking to riki and waves you over. you excuse yourself and approach the two of them, trying to hide the blush in your cheeks when you glance at jake.
âhi, y/n,â heeseung smiles, âwish you were here earlier, i kicked the birthday boyâs ass in beer pong. it was quite the show.â
you return his smile, âsorry i missed it,â you apologize sincerely, looking down at your plate as you break off another piece of cake to eat. heeseung glances at jake, the smirk still covering his lips. heeseung takes in the way the tips of jakeâs ears are turning red as he watches you place a piece of cake in your mouth. ânowhere important, right?â his low tone misses your ears as you munch happily on the vanilla treat.
shit.
jake smacks the back of his head, shooting daggers at his best friend as he whispers, âshut up.â
heeseung leans over to speak into jakeâs ear, âjust donât break her heart, jakey boy.â
things are normal between you and jake during the classes you share, for the most part. you canât stop staring, watching jake and zoning out as your professors drone on about whatever topic youâre covering during the period. you watch his eyes, beautiful and brown, as they stare forward, glancing to meet your gaze every once in a while. you watch his lips, perfectly plump and pink, which tug into a smirk every time jake catches you staring, biting down on his bottom lip at the sight of you watching him.
you take in the overwhelming presence of him, your nerves running in overdrive since the night before, knowing how absolutely stuffed he makes you feel, how jakeâs big hands burn where ever they touch, leaving you yearning to be constantly held by him and his soft palms. his hair urges to have a hand run through it, dark and falling across his face in a satisfying way, framing his forehead delicately.
everything about the man beside you overwhelms you, and you canât seem to look away.
god, youâre fucked.
âwhat the hell is going on between you and jake?â jay questions as you approach him, nearly falling into him as you try to walk around despite the slight buzz filling your bloodstream.
âjongseong, i donât know what youâre talking about,â you tell him, grabbing a seltzer from the fridge and cracking it open, not hesitating to take a few gulps before returning your gaze to him. his eyebrow is quirked up when you look at him again, âyouâve never called me by my government name,â jay challenges, smirking with a knowing look.
âshut up,â you move to cover his mouth, to which he swats your hand away easily, his tolerance much higher than yours. âno,â he argues grabbing your wrist as you try to smack him, âi wanna know.â
you narrow your eyes at him, an action he sees right through, knowing youâre not actually angry seeing the blush growing on your cheeks, ânothing is going on between me and jake.â
âno, thereâs something there,â jay tells you, âare you two fucking?â
you nearly spit your sip of seltzer out, coughing for a moment as he hits your back lightly, concern washing over jayâs sharp features. âjesus christ, y/n, donât die in the frat house, none of these idiots here would know how to help you.â
you shake your head, breathing returning to normal, âjay, weâre not fucking.â
âyouâre lying,â jay cracks a knowing smile, laughing lightly, âanyone with eyeballs is able to see thereâs something there.â
your resolve begins to crumble, the alcohol seeming to take over your brain more and more, âiâ i donât know what weâre doingâŠâ you shake your head lightly, âwe⊠we fucked on your birthday,â you relinquish. âi⊠i donât know how he feels about me, jay.â you hear a noise escape your throat, one that sounds far too vulnerable, and you chase the sound with another swig from the can in your hand. âi try not to think about feelings that much, honestly, theyâre so overwhelming.â
jay laughs, âyeah⊠me neither, donât worry,â he clinks his solo cup against your can and you both take a sip, âwho made the first move?â
âjay!â you shove him, âstop asking so many damn questions!â
âtell her not to shove me like that, jake,â jay says, watching you with satisfaction as your eyes go wide and you whip around to see jake approaching the two of you.Â
âdonât hit jay, princess, he has weak skin,â jake tells you, to which jay retorts with âfuck you, sim, youâre supposed to be on my side!â
princess?
well thatâs a new one⊠all of these new nicknames jake has given you since he fucked you have been driving your head crazy, less than platonic feelings swelling inside your tiny, drunk brain as you stare up at the man who grabs a water from the fridge.
âiâm on no oneâs side here,â jake argues, twisting the cap off and taking a sip of water. you watch his throat suck the liquid down, adamâs apple bobbing. your body buzzes in response to the small action, stopping yourself from reaching out and running a finger, or your tongue, over the expanse of his throat.
jay tucks a finger under your chin, pushing upwards to make your jaw return to the rest of your face. you smack him on the chest, âdonât touch me, jongseong,â you warn, trying to ignore the fact that you were nearly drooling over jake right in front of him.
âyou wanted him to see you drooling, then?â jay counters, voice low enough for jake to miss it.
âshut the hell up,â you ignore his words, eyes returning to jake who is watching you expectantly.
âiâll be back,â jay exits the kitchen, leaving the two of you alone in the dimly lit room among the various bottles of liquor lining the island and fridge.
âhi, gorgeous,â jake invades your space, pushing you backwards until your back is pressed against the edge of the cold granite countertop.
âjake!â you place your hands on his chest, trying to push him away, âare you trying to make sure people see us like this?!â jake wraps a hand around you, his palm splayed against your upper back, pressing you closer to him.
âmaybe.â
you shake your head, watching his eyes darken as he watches you, âdid you have fun talking to jay, baby?â
âjake, iâm not going to fuck him, so donât even start getting mad,â you warn.
âi know pretty, iâm the only one who gets to see you like that, arenât i?â your silence paired with flushed cheeks gives jake the answer heâs searching for, grinning in response. âgood.â
âmeet me in the bathroom at the end of the hall in two minutes,â he whispers into your ear before departing from the kitchen, the words making you squish your legs together. you wait with bated breath, watching as the clock on the microwave ticks to the next minute. fuck it, you mumble before setting your drink down and following him, knocking softly on the door before jake tugs you inside.
âhmm, eager, are we?â jake teases, locking the door and pulling you against him by your waist as he leans against the bathroom counter. âcouldnât wait any longer, could you?â you shake your head, words failing you as your face sits desperately close to his, desire swirling beneath your skin. âmy obedient girl.â
âwanna suck your dick,â you beg, jake groaning and leaning his head back at your admission, âfuck, pretty, you canât just say shit like that,â he pushes you down onto your knees, watching in awe as you instantly begin to fumble with his pants, tugging them down. you watch with wide eyes at the sight of his half hard dick sitting beneath his boxers, placing a kiss against the length through the fabric.
âdonât tease me, pretty girl,â jake warns, his tone conveying all the punishments youâd receive for disobeying him. âyes, sir,â you reply, the words going straight to jakeâs cock as it hardens in your grasp. âsay that again,â he groans, watching your tiny hand as youâre barely able to wrap all the way around his girth.
âsay what again? sir?â you watch his cock twitch in your hand, the sight bringing a smirk to your face, kitten licking his tip before placing a delicate kiss on his slit. âyouâre so big, sir, i donât know if youâre gonna fit in my mouthâŠâ you look up at him, blinking your eyes innocently.
you watch as his eyes darken at your actions, âiâll make it fit, angel,â he presses on the back of your head, guiding you to take his length in your mouth. you slide down, his long cock pressing into the back of your throat harshly, the girth of it stretching your mouth out. âfuck, look at youâ you were made to take my cock like this.â jake groans as he watches you suck him in, âmy cock.â he reiterates and you nod around his length, continuing to bob up and down before jake takes control, fucking your face.
you begin to drool around his length as you let him use your mouth for his own pleasure, âfuck, baby, taking me so wellâ letting me fuck your throat like this, youâd let me do anything to this perfect body, wouldnât you?â he doesnât need a reply, already knowing the answer as he admires the way your lips stretch around his length, the sight stirring a feeling deep in his stomach. jake thinks you look gorgeous like this, gazing up at him with wide eyes and a hungry gaze, somehow taking his cock deeper every time.
his tip hits the back of your throat repeatedly as jake fucks your face, chasing his high. you keep your mouth slacked, his girth and length making you feel completely stuffed, âlook at these tits,â jake watches your tits bounce beneath your tank top, âfuck, youâre perfect,â jake groans as you reach down and squeeze his balls with one of your hands, the other gripping his thigh to keep yourself upright as you sit back on your haunches.
âiâm gonna cum down that gorgeous throat,â jake babbles, even his mindless near-orgasm ramblings sound like music to your ears. he yanks you back and forth along his length a few more times before shoving your face against his pelvic bone, nose smushing against the space right above the base of his dick. you groan at the feeling of his cum hitting the back of your throat, âtake it all like the dirty slut you are,â jake commands, pulling away from your mouth slowly after his balls are empty, watching you with a lazy gaze. âswallow.â you follow his instructions promptly, gulping down before sticking your tongue out for him to examine, the sight nearly making him hard again. âgood fucking girl,â he praises you, tugging you up off of your knees to meet your lips in a searing kiss.
you groan realizing jake is tasting himself on your lips, the fact not seeming to bother the man as he pushes his tongue into your mouth hungrily, large hands holding your face possessively. âmine,â he whispers against your lips, feeling as you nod in response. âthank you, baby.â he presses one last, gentle kiss against your waiting lips as he tucks himself back into his jeans. âlet me make you feel good, too.â
you shake your head, resting both of your hands on his chest, a yawn rising from deep in your belly, âiâm okay, jakey,â you offer him a smile, âtired all of a sudden.âÂ
âcome on, iâll take you home.â
âi missed you,â wonyoung smiles as the two of you sit together in the library, âfeels like that damn flu took me out for fifty years,â she exaggerates, giggling lightly as she sips on her coffee through a small blue straw.
âi know. youâve missed⊠a lot.â you cover your face, embarrassment already heating your cheeks. âi⊠jake and i are sleeping together.â
wonyoung squeals and you glance around worryingly, watching as other students glare at the two of you. you smile in apology, turning to wonyoung and smacking her arm, to which she exclaims a small, âow!â
âwhy are you hitting me? this is so exciting!â she whisper yells.
you shake your head, âi mean, yeah itâs exciting, kind ofâŠâ you sigh before meeting her gaze, âhe doesnât⊠itâs⊠he made it clear that this is a no strings attached kind of situation.â
wonyoungâs eyes go wide, âyouâre lying!â you shake your head as her expression shows how much of a hard time she is having trying to process this information. âiâ and you agreed to that?â
you nod, shame dusting your face and ears in a deep pink hue, âi just⊠i couldnât say no, he had just finished fucking the brains out of my skull, and i think iâm just desperate to have him around in any way that i can⊠even if it means hurting myself in the process.â
âmy poor y/nnie⊠he still doesnât know you like him?â you shake your head, to which wonyoung sighs, âitâs been so long, why donât you just tell him? whatâs the worst that could happen?â
âyou know exactly what could happen, wony. i could fuck up years of a friendly-ish relationship, and double fuck up the situation we have now. feelings just get in the way of everything.â
wonyoung places her hand atop yours on the table, rubbing the back of your hand in a soothing motion, âwell, whatever you decide, it will all turn out okay. i promise. i donât think jake would ever hurt you on purpose.â
you inhale deeply at the thought of jake caring about you on more than a surface level. âdonât say that, donât get my hopes up⊠itâs just gonna hurt more when everything ends up exploding in my face.â
you donât know how jake convinced you to go to the library with him, citing something about how youâve been sucking in class these days and he needed to make sure you were studying so that he still had someone to compete against. which was a lie, you were doing just fine in class recently.
youâre absolutely trying to study, but feeling jake beside you makes it an impossible feat. your eyes skim over the digital textbook on your laptop in front of you as jake zones out at random areas of the room, every once in a while his eyes landing on you as he stares for a beat before allowing his eyes to wander around the room once more.
jakeâs leg is bouncing up and down as the two of you sit side by side, tapping a pattern on his jeans as he struggles to focus. you eye him up with a confused stare, âwhat is it?â
jake pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, the sight sending heat straight to your core. âyou donât wanna know, baby.â
his response has a strange bout of confidence sprouting inside your tummy. your hand rises to meet him, rubbing and squeezing on his inner thigh, scarily close to his dick thatâs getting harder by the second, âyou donât wanna do that, angel.â jake warns, watching you with a dark gaze. you can see the lust fluttering through his irises, dark and intoxicatingly addictive. you move up to his clothed bulge, giving him a feather light squeeze. jake bites back a groan, his head tipping back as his eyes flutter shut in an attempt to keep his composure. he leans over to whisper in your ear. you can feel his breath on your neck sending shivers up your spine.
âstop, or iâll bend you over this table right now and fuck you in front of everyone here.â
you gasp in response, grinning as you watch him with a mischievous look in your eye, one that heâs come to quickly recognize since agreeing to your⊠special relationship.
jake pulls back, his stare darker than moments before and you feel yourself falling into his brown eyes, pupils wide and staring at you as lust dances across his irises. âlast chance to back out, angel.â
you shake your head lightly before jake rises, packing both bags in a hurry, tugging you out of the library and heading to your apartment building. âyour apartment better be empty, or else wonyoung might get a free show.â
âoh my god, jake,â youâre barely able to keep up with him as he drags you along with him, nearly stumbling over your own feet to keep up. you enter your lobby, leading him to your first floor room and unlocking the door hastily. the moment heâs inside the foyer of your apartment, jake is shoving you up against the door, his lips finding yours instantly. âtrying to work me up in front of everyone, baby?â he purrs, one hand cupping your face gently while the other has a searing grip on your hips. every spot he touches burns, watching him with affection in your gaze. âtoo needy to wait until later, huh?â
you nod dumbly, covering the hand against your cheek with your own, nuzzling against it as you try to hide your growing shame at being so insatiable that you couldnât even be in public with him for more than thirty minutes before jumping his bones.
âoh, my pretty girlâs all shy now that weâre home? what happened to that brat attitude from before?â jake kisses the back of his teeth before placing a closed mouth kiss on your pouty lips. you hide from his gaze, embarrassed at your bratty behavior from before. ââm sorry, sir.â
jake nearly moans hearing you use the name he heard for the first time just days before in the bathroom when you sucked his soul out through his dick. he pulls you close in another passionate, messy kiss. âyeah? babyâs sorry?â you nod, watching him with wide, innocent eyes, not seeing the wheels turning in his head as he watches your tiny figure with glee.
jake walks you through the hallway, lips wandering and planting kisses on every bit of exposed skin on your upper half. you lead him to your door, twisting the handle quickly before stumbling inside. jake shuts the door with his foot as he backs you up onto your bed. âi think my baby deserves a punishment.â
jake presses further against your lips, his hands sliding up your frame to hold your tits gently, âcould play with these all day,â he mumbles, kneading them in his large hands. you kiss him back slowly, feeling the tension from the past few days dissipate the further he pulls you in, losing yourself in the feeling of his soft lips dancing against yours.
jake smiles as he gives each breast one final squeeze before pulling your sweatshirt over your head, âhad i known you were bare under here, babyâŠâ jake sucks harshly on your nipple, your back arching up against his mouth, begging for more.
âyouâre lucky i didnât bend you over that table,â he bites at your breast, leaving a teeth mark on the side of the plump flesh. âeveryone would learn fast who you belong to, wouldnât they?â
you nod, moaning out as he continues his onslaught against your nipple, sucking and biting with fervor, his cock standing tall and proud in his sweatpants.
âyou wore those on purpose,â you squeak out between loud moans.
âwhat? these?â jake motions to the gray sweatpants covering his strong legs, âdidnât know theyâd affect you so much, wouldâve worn them way sooner if i knew youâd pounce on me like the little slut you are.â he guides your hand to the crotch of his pants, allowing you to squeeze his length through the fabric of his sweats. more wetness gushes out of you at the feeling of the weight of his member, knowing all the damage he can do to you with it. âmy little slut, isnât that right?â you nod diligently, rubbing up and down on his length, trying to rile him up.
jake halts your actions, ânaughty whore, canât even be patient,â he scolds, leading your hand to dip under his waistband. you gasp at the feeling of him not wearing any boxers, allowing you to hold him in your hand, warmth spreading through your body as you jack him off lazily.
jake pulls his sweats down just below the base of his dick and it springs free, hard and ready for you. âfuckââ you groan, watching closely as your hand continues its diligent motions. âlove your cock, sir.â
âi know you do, baby,â jake pets your hair gently, âsuch a good little cock slut, always ready to take me,â he dips his other hand beneath the waistband of your sweats, pushing his hands through your folds. âalready this wet and iâve barely even touched you.â
âjust for you,â you groan as he dips one finger inside, pumping roughly, searching for that spongy spot inside of you. jake slips another finger inside, his movements quickening as he listens for the gorgeous noises he loves to hear spill from your lips.
âpull these down,â jake commands and you use your free hand to tug your pants and panties down and off your legs. jake can feel himself salivating at the sight of your gorgeous pussy, slipping a third finger inside next to the other two. he buries them knuckle deep before pulling out, repeating his actions over and over as he watches your facial expressions convey the pleasure heâs bringing you. âfuck, look at you, weak for me and iâm only using my fingers,â the commanding tone in his voice makes you shiver, eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze, dark and swimming with lust. âfuck, jakeââ you groan as you feel his fingers begin to reach deeper, your pussy nearly swallowing his hand to the knuckles each time.
âlook at how iâve stretched this tiny pussy out,â jake chuckles, his voice rumbling with need as he glances down at his cock where youâve halted your handjob, back arching off the bed. he removes his fingers promptly, causing you to whine loudly.
âsir, pleaseââ you plead, eyes brimming with tears, âwas so close! iâll be a good girl!â
jake watches you with amusement, the sight of you whimpering beneath him forcing his brain into overdrive, âgood girls do as theyâre told. keep jacking me off and if you stop again i wonât let you cum.â you nod at his words, resuming your actions, groaning as you pay extra attention to his leaky red tip, squeezing harder every time you reach the top.
jake dips three fingers back inside you, watching as you squeak out and start panting as he hits a particular spongy spot inside of you. jackpot.
he assaults this spot, other hand snaking down to rub mercilessly at your clit. jake groans as your grip on him becomes tighter as you near your high, âgonna make a mess on my fingers like the good girl you are?â
you nod quickly, mouth hanging slack with your tongue lolling out as you squeak at every jab against your g-spot. âfâ fâ uâ uckââ you scream out between thrusts, your pace on his dick speeding up as you approach the edge.Â
with one particularly tight yank of his dick and a swipe over his tip, jake cums hard, liquid spurting out onto your chest and some on your gaping hole. he stills his actions for a moment before coating fingers on both of his hands with his seed. you feel his cum inside you, tears flowing at the onslaught of varying sensations on you at once. his other hand returns to your clit, his lips coming to suck on it as he rubs roughly, while still fucking you with his long, slender fingers.
âahh!ââ you scream out, back arching off the bed as the coil inside you threatens to snap, âfuck! jakeââ a slap against your clit followed by a harsh suck of the hardened bud causes you to tumble past your precipice, all of your limbs stilling as jake never halts his actions. he pulls away from your clit to look down. the sight of you cumming, liquid spilling everywhere makes his cock jump, âfuuuuuck, baby,â he continues ramming his fingers inside of you with expert precision, âsuch a messy girl.â
his words bring a burning sensation to your cheeks, trying to scramble away from jake as he overstimulates you heavily, never ceasing his actions, âjake, pleaseââ
âyouâve got one more in you, baby,â jake tells you, âlet jake help you.â
jake removes his fingers before sliding home, his thick cock reaching impossibly deep inside you instantly, sucking him in with familiarity and a still present stretch from the sheer size of him. âfuck, your pussy is heaven sent, angel,â jakeâs need overtakes him, jackhammering inside of you harshly, your body jerking with each thrust inside of your already abused hole. he snakes a hand around, holding your asscheeks apart with both hands, lightly tracing a finger around the rim of your asshole. âahh!ââ you gasp at the intrusion, âjake!ââ
âthis belongs to me, too,â jake tells you, slowly pushing the pad of his finger past your puckered ring, âjake!â you scream, eyes rolling back at the feeling of being double stuffed, even with just a bit of his finger breaching your ass.
âi knew youâd be a slut for anal,â jake whispers as his pounding continues, finger slowly pushing further in through your backdoor, âiâll hit it from the back next time, how about that, my dirty girl?â
you shake your head, your bodyâs reaction saying the opposite as jake starts to pump his finger in and out of your tight hole in rhythm with the way his cock is pounding your pussy. âmoremoremore!â
âyeah baby? more?â jake shoves his finger further, picking up speed in both holes, nearly cumming seeing the bruise already forming on your plush breast from the searing bite he gave it earlier, the imprint of his teeth visible even from a distance. jake uses his free hand to squeeze your throat tightly, âgreedy little cock slut always needs more, canât just take what sheâs given.â
your vision starts to go white from the pressure on your windpipe combined with jakeâs dick hitting your spongy spot and his finger pumping knuckle deep into your ass, knowing heâs the only one whoâs ever been there. your eyes roll back into your head as you cum, the experience feeling different from any other time youâve orgasmed.
âyou trying to make me cum right now? squirting on me like that, baby?â more liquid continues to gush out of your hole, the wetness on jakeâs dick making him groan loudly. he pulls his finger from your ass when the liquid is done streaming from your weeping cunt, smacking your ass harshly and groping at your cheek. ânext time, iâm fucking this ass.â he gives you another rough smack, this time on the opposite side, before pulling out of you. âright now? iâm gonna fuck these tits.â jake crawls up your body sliding his dick between your plush mounds of flesh, squeezing them tight around his length. âlook at you, letting me use this fucking perfect body however i need,â jake groans, pinching your nipple with one of his hands as he pumps in and out, eyes trained on the way your tits nearly completely cover his length. he chases his high, knowing youâre not anticipating his next actions, your eyes fighting to stay open as he uses you as he pleases.
âfuck, youâre perfect,â jake whispers, teetering on the edge of cumming before he slides away from your tits, shoving his length back into your gaping pussy. a few pumps is all it takes before heâs spilling inside of you, cum hitting your walls in long spurts and filling your pussy, dripping out of you and landing on the sheets beneath you. jake fucks you through his orgasm, pushing two fingers into your mouth before rubbing your abused clit with precision.
âno!â no more, jake!ââ you try to push him away, overstimulation tingling around your body after two mind blowing orgasms have already rendered you utterly exhausted.
âyour bodyâs telling me otherwise,â jake smirks, feeling your pussy tighten around him with every pump of his cock and flick of your hardened nub, âgonna give you one more, angel. you can do it.â
you argue against him, the little whimpers leaving your mouth betraying your actions. you scream loudly as the wave of pleasure washes over you, and still jake fucks you through it, his movements never ceasing. you still as it wrecks through you, orgasm finally subsiding as jake pulls out of you slowly, hands running up the sides of your body gently, holding you like youâll break if he presses too hard. he traces the curves of your body with admiration, wondering how he got so fucking lucky to have you beneath him.
âlook at my pretty girl.â he smiles as he watches you return to the land of the living, your mind spinning after three orgasms. jake leans over your body, placing gentle kisses all over your face and neck, littering your body with affection. âdid so good for me, angel. such a good girl.â you smile as his words register in your ears, the ringing in them finally leaving as your body returns to its natural state of relaxation.
âno more, please,â you beg.
jake nods, offering you a smile, one that neither of you realize has hidden feelings brewing behind it. âno more, promise. my baby did so good.â he stands on the side of the bed, picking you up and leading you to the bathroom. jake sits you on the counter and starts running water, testing the temperature for you before corking the tub and watching it fill with perfectly hot water.
âmmmâ jakey,â you mumble.
he turns to you, standing between your legs, rubbing circles on your kneecaps as he watches your drooping eyes try to focus on his face. âstill with me, angel?â you nod lightly as he places a kiss on your forehead. âgood, gonna get you all cleaned up and then weâll get some sleep, okay?â you nod again.
jake sits there for a moment, memorizing the lines of your face and the feeling of your soft skin beneath his fingertips. he turns and stops the water from running. âcome here, beautiful,â jake lifts you up again and places you into the tub. you sit there, mind still fuzzy, watching the ceiling lights reflect against the surface of the water. jake tugs his shirt off before sliding in behind you, letting your back rest against his chest.
jake grabs your body wash, lathering it between his hands before he gently spreads the bubbles across your body, diligently scrubbing your tired body clean.
âthank you,â you mumble, leaning the crown of your head back against his chest to look up at him, âof course, angel.â he kisses your forehead and you smile at the action, feeling him rinsing the soap from your skin before your eyes flutter shut for a moment.
the sight of you falling asleep against jake gives him a warm feeling in his stomach.
he washes up quickly, trying to not disturb your sleeping form. jake uncorks the bath and stands, reaching for the nearby towel before helping you to your feet. he dries himself quickly after realizing thereâs only one towel, and then heâs wrapping you in it and guiding you to step out of the tub, your eyes still conveying how tired you are. jake tugs on his sweats before stepping back into your bedroom, digging through your drawers for clean clothes. he finds a suitable sleep set and a clean pair of panties before returning to your exhausted form standing still in the bathroom, leaning against the countertop.
âalright pretty,â he guides your legs to step into your panties, pulling them up your legs slowly before following them with a pair of shorts, âdid so good for me, baby.â he reassures your tired mind, placing a gentle kiss on your hip after pulling the shorts up to rest on your waist.
jake finishes drying off your top half before tugging the shirt he picked out over your frame, helping you get your arms into the holes. once youâre fully dressed, he watches you with an unknown emotion stirring deep inside his body. ânap time,â he offers you a smile before leading you back to your bed, making note to wash your cum covered sheets later once the two of you wake up again. he lays you down on top of your comforter to keep a barrier between the stained sheets and your freshly washed body, crossing the room to grab a throw blanket and placing it on top of you. jake sneaks in behind you, wrapping his arms around your center and resting his head on your shoulder, breathing in your fresh scent, a smell that brings a sense of peace to his otherwise busy mind.
âget some sleep,â jake kisses your cheek then your shoulder before returning his head to the place it feels most comfortable.
âgoodnight, angel.â
you slide through the front door of the frat house the next day, watching as yet another party unfolds before your eyes. you glance around, looking for heeseung or jay, or even sunghoon, knowing jake would reveal himself later in the evening when he got tired of watching you walk around in the tiniest skirt known to man, one you wore purposely just to rile him up.
you pass by a few aquaintances as you continue your search, greeting them kindly, stopping for small talk. the hallways reveal none of the men youâre looking for as you glance down the endless expanse of random doors that line the walls. you stand at the bottom of the stairs, about to head up before you see two people nearly fucking on the top of the steps, causing you to turn around and head back towards the living room.
you walk out into the backyard, finding sunghoon talking with someone near the side of the house, beginning to approach them before you stop. their hushed voices reach your ears as a distinct accent hits you.
âthereâs no way you donât like her, man, iâve seen the way you look at her.â
âsunghoon,â jake warns, âi donât like y/n, bro. she means nothing to me, seriously. drop it.â
you feel your heart shatter beneath your ribcage, pieces scattering out and stabbing themselves into your organs as you step back into the house, bumping into someone who catches you before you can tumble to the ground.
ây/n, you okay?â heeseung asks as he watches you, searching your face.
âiâ iâm fine heeseung,â you try to wrestle from his hold, âplease let me go,â you whimper, tears sliding down your cheeks pathetically, trying to hide your embarrassed face from the tall man.
heeseung drags you into the kitchen, thankfully empty of jayâs usual presence, and he lifts you to sit you down on the counter, the cold surface against your bare legs grounding you the slightest bit. âwhatâs wrong? do i need to call wonyoung?â
you shake your head, burying your face in your hands, sobs racking your entire body. âiâm so stupid,â you explain between tears, âi shouldnât have been eavesdropping, i really didnât mean to, but i heard jake talking about me with sunghoon and iââ you whimper audibly, wiping your eyes with your forearm as you look up at heeseung, who is watching you closely. âi like him so much, heeseung, i have for so long, and he said i didnât even mean anything to him, and now i feel so fucking embarrassed!â you ramble, your mind feeling fuzzy as you try to fight the tears continuing to tumble down your cheeks, âever since jayâs birthday party heâs been treating me different, and sometimes i guess i had tricked myself into thinking he might like me back⊠heâ he says the sweetest things whenever we have sex, and treats me so gentle after and calls me all these nicknames⊠i guess he just says that shit to every girl he manages to get in his bed,â your crying has slowed, anger beginning to mix with sadness as your emotions shift slightly.
âi canât believe i actually went along with his dumb idea,â you scold yourself, âiâm seriously so stupid.â
you canât believe you wanted so desperately for jake to return your feelings that you let him use you, believing that maybe, just maybe, he felt the same way you did. and he shoved your hope right back in your face just to taunt you with it.
god, this is useless.
youâre useless, your brain reminds you.
maybe jake had a point in using you for his own pleasure. he has never once shown you any romantic interest before you agreed to a change in your relationship dynamic, so why would anything change suddenly at the drop of a hat?
why would you think youâd ever be enough for him?
you shake your head, eyes brimming with more tears at the memory of allowing him to use you without question, wondering if you even meant anything at all to jake, sexually or otherwise. how had your crush gotten so bad that youâd let a man devour you and rip you apart just to leave you to pick up the pieces yourself? the sim jaeyun you found yourself crushing on was leagues different than the man you just overheard, and you felt your stomach sink at the thought of the boy you once knew becoming barely recognizable.
ây/n,â heeseungâs voice brings you out of the fog, ây/n, itâs okay, youâre not stupid.â he wraps you in a tight hug, the tears returning as you soak the shoulder of his shirt. âjakeâs stupid if he doesnât realize what a catch you are, pretty.â he rubs your back gently.
âeverything okay in here?â
ânot now,â heeseung attempts to shoo jake away, to which the australian boy stands still, watching with confusion. âjake, seriously, go away.â
heeseung stumbles as jake shoves him lightly, âwhat the fuck did you do, man!â
âwhat you should be asking is what the fuck did you do, jake,â heeseung glares at him, watching his best friend nearly fuck up everything he doesnât know heâs been longing for this whole time.
jake lets heeseungâs words slip past him, turning to you, eyes lined with concern, âyou okay?â
you watch jake, tears still slowly sliding down your red cheeks, shaking your head, âleave me alone, sim.â the venom in your tone tears at his heart, watery gaze watching him with hatred brewing in his heart, âdonât pretend like you care about me.â
âiââ
âjake, leave before something worse happens,â heeseung advises him, holding back the words he actually wants to say to his helplessly blind and stupid best friend. jake obeys, walking slowly out of the kitchen with one last glance at you, the sight of you crying into heeseungâs hold nearly breaking him in two.
oh fuck.
the tidal wave of emotions hits jake all at once, feelings heâs unknowingly denied since you first met all those years ago beginning to settle into his gaze, watching you with hurt at the way you pushed him away with your words.
heeseung pulls jay into the kitchen as heâs walking by, instructing him to take care of you. heeseung approaches jake, who is standing right outside the kitchen and tugs him further into the house, away from you and your sad eyes. âjake, what the fuck dude!â
âi didnât do anything!â he fights back.
âwhy the hell would you say that shit about her to hoon!â
realization dawns on him, bringing jake to rub a tired hand against his face, âgod, she heard me, didnât she?â jake asks sheepishly, to which heeseung hits him in the shoulder, saying âyes, you idiot!â
âfuckâŠâ jake sighs deeply, looking up at heeseung, âi really fucked up, didnât i?â
âyes, dummy!â
jake pinches the bridge of his nose, biting his lower lip out of frustration, âif i was her iâd hate me right now.â
âdid you actually mean all that shit you said?â
âiâ i didnât really think much about what we were doing, but hoon was grilling me and saying all this shit like he always does and i just wanted him to shut the hell up, he was overwhelming me with all his stupid questions,â jake shakes his head, frustration brewing in his stomach.
âyou like her, donât you?â jake doesnât meet heeseungâs eyes, only nodding and sighing deeply, âi didnât think i did, but seeing her push me away like that made me so sad, dude. i donât want her to hate meâŠâ
âsometimes youâre stupid, jake,â heeseung places his hands on his shoulders, âjust go, man. sleep it off and give her some space. you broke her damn heart, dude.â
you wake up in an unfamiliar bed, glancing around before realizing youâre still in the frat house. âgood morning, sunshine,â sunghoon smiles at you as he exits the bathroom, âabout time you woke up.â
âsunghoon⊠what the hell happened last night?â your mind is running a mile a minute, praying you didnât sleep with jakeâs best friend.
âthere was no funny business, donât worry your pretty little head about that,â he reassures you, âheeseung brought you here after you nearly cried yourself into a coma in the kitchen.â
you rub at your eyes, sighing loudly as the nightâs events wash over you suddenly. âjakeâs not here, is he?â
sunghoon shakes his head, âno, heâs not here, so donât freak out.â
you sigh loudly, âare jay and heeseung here?â sunghoon nods in response, âyeah, jayâs probably cooking something up for you right now.â
âmorning, sleeping beauty,â jay greets you as you stumble into the kitchen, the clothes against your skin meant for a much larger frame as you nearly trip over the extra fabric hanging off the bottom of your sweatpants, the legs too long for your shorter body. these must be heeseungâsâŠ
âhi,â you return the greeting, sliding up to sit at a barstool at the island. âis⊠are you guys okay?â
âus?â jay questions, glancing back at you from his spot at the stove where heâs frying two eggs for you, âi should be asking how you are, y/n.â
âiâ i donât know, honestly. my head really hurts.â jay nods his head towards the end of the island, âheeseung left some ibuprofen out for you.â
you take it, mentally noting to thank him later. âhow are you feeling about⊠everything you heard?â jay questions, trying to choose his words carefully.
âiâ he really hurt me, jay.â jay can hear the sniffle in your voice, mentally cursing out his best friend for being so damn blind to his own feelings this whole time. âi donât⊠i donât think iâm gonna go to class today. i canât face him right now.â your voice is small, your spirit broken from what you overheard last night, knowing all of this, all of you, everything the two of you experienced together and made each other feel, truly meant nothing to him.
âeat up,â jay presents your plate to you. âhowâd you know how i like my eggs?â
jay shrugs, grinning, âlucky guess,â he lies easily, knowing now wouldnât be the right time to tell you that jake gave all six of his close friends a rundown on your favorite and most hated foods after getting plastered one night a few weeks ago.
heeseung ends up driving you back to your apartment, despite protests that itâs close enough to walk. he drops you off, making you promise to eat lunch at the least.
you spend the day lying in bed, alternating between crying until you can feel your chest heaving and a dryness in your eyes from having already cried all the liquid out of your body, to taking intermittent naps, snuggling under your blanket, grasping it tightly for any semblance of stability.
of all the people he chose to hurt, it had to be you. you, the person who has been with him through many stages of life, competing closely with him and hiding your feelings from the first day that you met. the doe eyed boy you met all those years ago felt like a distant memory from the man who decided to control your life and mind, using you for his own gain and tossing you aside when he felt it was fitting.
oh the things youâd do to forget you ever met sim jaeyun.
the next day you drag yourself out of bed, attempting to at least look presentable before stumbling into class, walking to the back and sitting next to riki, not daring to even glance in jakeâs direction. riki greets you with a slight nod of his head and you offer him a small smile, the most genuine one you can muster up, for him not forcing you to speak. you know your voice will betray you, and the minute you start speaking youâll cry instantly.
jake canât stop looking back at you, his heart breaking every time he sees the frown etched into your features, brows tugged down and lips curling into the opposite of what he wants to see. he tries to catch your gaze, but you avoid him completely, âcan he stop looking back here,â you mumble, pulling a small chuckle from rikiâs lips. âdonât pay him any mind, y/n.â
the class goes by agonizingly slow, each pointed glance in your direction from jake tearing the pieces of your heart further apart. you ignore him time after time until the professor dismisses you, and you turn to riki with pleading eyes. âcan i⊠can i walk out with you?â
âof course,â rikiâs kindness makes your gloomy day a little bit brighter as he gathers his things and leads you out of the classroom, using the door furthest from jake. jake watches you leave, sighing deeply, hoping you wonât avoid him forever.
you walk into your next class with jake a minute late, glancing around to see all the seats taken besides your usual one beside the man youâd like to see the least right now. you set your things down gently and take your seat, watching the professor as they drone on about the lesson. you will your brain to focus on the lecture, but the presence beside you is causing a thumping in your skull and a buzz in your bones. jake keeps stealing glances at your profile, watching and holding himself back from reaching out to touch you gently, to calm the leg that youâre shaking beneath your desk.
you spend the period zoning out, not even caring when the teacher hands out the tests from last week, a high score sitting atop your worksheet. jake watches as you pick the paper up, seeing that heâs lost to you again. the realization doesnât bring him anger or a competitive drive today, no, it brings him an immense feeling of being lost. jake thinks heâs lost apart of himself when you started ignoring him, and he knows itâs his own fault, vowing to heeseung that heâd fix what he broke between the two of you
you leave the classroom as quickly as humanly possible, hoping to escape without jake catching you. ây/n, please, can we talk?â he questions after catching your wrist in his grasp in the hallway.
you shake your head, watching him with a teary gaze, unable to even squeak out all the things you want to say to him. you want to curse him for ever making you fall for him completely. you urge to reach out and pound your fists against his chest, knowing heâs not hurting the way you are. you want to cry in front of him, making him watch to see how heâs broken you down to the lowest version of yourself. but you donât want to give him the satisfaction of any of these reactions, knowing heâd love to see you suffering because of him, knowing he played you just the exact way he planned to.
you yank your hand away from his grip, the skin burning after you rip it from his grasp. you leave as fast as your exhausted, beat down body can carry you, opting to skip the rest of the dayâs obligations.
ây/n, here,â wonyoung perches herself on the side of your bed, âi brought you some ramen, heeseung dropped it off for you, said itâs his favorite brand.â heeseung had omitted the fact that this brand is actually jakeâs favorite and not his, the sneaky bastard. she smiles as she presents the bowl to you, with some fresh toppings she obviously adding sitting atop the broth and noodle mixture.
âthanks, wony,â you take a bite, groaning at the taste, âthis is so good.â
âgood,â she watches you eat with worried eyes, âhow are you feeling?â
you swallow your bite before looking up at her, âa little better, i guess.â
wonyoung offers you a weak smile, knowing itâs killing her inside to see you going through this situation with jake. âare you going to your next class?â she questions, hoping youâll say yes, knowing your grades will start to be affected if you keep skipping the way you have the past few days. she also knows all too well that no man is worth jeopardizing your future over, no matter how long youâve liked him.
you nod, slurping up the bowlâs contents with speed, âyeah, my professor emailed and asked if i was okay, and i donât want to worry her any further.â
wonyoung nods in approval at your response, âgood. just ignore him the whole time, okay?â to which you nod, gulping down the rest of your broth.
you approach your next class feeling a bit better after eating the meal wonyoung so generously made for you, even if ramen is quick and easy to make, she really didnât have to care for you the way she did time and time again.
you feel a tug on your arm as someone tugs you in the opposite direction of the place you were heading to, pulling the both of you inside an empty classroom and blocking the exit.
you look up to see jake watching you, his eyes less bright than they usually appear to be, the spark you see whenever heâs hellbent on beating you seemingly absent from his gaze.
âplease donât,â you beg him, not wanting to hear him gloat or whatever the hell heâs planning to do here.
ây/n, please,â jake begs, eyes searching your face for some kind of reassurance that you wouldnât leave, âplease, i need to apologize.â
âyou donât have anything to apologize for,â you lie straight through your teeth, âso can i please just leave?â
jakeâs pleading voice is slowly breaking down your resolve, âplease, can i at least explain?â when you donât answer, he takes the opportunity to start laying his feelings out on the table.
âwhatever you heard me say, i know it sounded horrible, but i didnât mean it.â
âoh, so you didnât mean that i meant nothing to you?â he winces at the words that you throw back in his face, knowing that was one of the worst things he couldâve said.
âno, i didnât mean it,â jake tells you, gaze piercing yours, âiâ i was stupid, y/n, you have to believe me. i only said that to get sunghoon to back off, of course i care about you. iâve spent how many years by your side? and you think i would actually hate you?â
the words ring in your ears, making your head hurt as you continue to listen to him. âiâm so sorry, y/n, i really am. sunghoon wouldnât leave me alone and i just wanted him to shut up for once.â jake rubs his hands over his face, breathing a deep sigh against his palms before shoving them back into his jacket pockets, gaze meeting yours again. âwhen we started messing around⊠i didnât know how i felt⊠i thought it was just fun. but every time i saw you i felt weird, and i didnât know what it meant, i figured it was normal because weâve been rivals for so long and iâve always felt this drive to be better than you. but it started feeling different⊠i started to just want to be around you all the time, whether we were fucking or not, and i kept denying it to everyone who would ask me.â
jakeâs mind flashes back to the countless times sunghoon has harassed him, asking when heâs going to confess to you. âi donât know when i realized it, but i like you, y/n. i guess i have this whole time, and iâm so sorry i made you think that i didnât.â he resists the urge to reach out and hold your hand in his, knowing the physical touch would likely only bring him comfort, versus the intent being to ground you as well. âi⊠i really fucked up, i shouldnât have asked you to be in a friends with benefits relationship, i shouldâve known thatâs not what you wanted. iâm sorry if you ever felt like i was using you, i⊠iâm sorry i didnât realize my feelings sooner.â
jakeâs speech knocks the wind out of you as you stare at him blankly, tears brewing in your eyes, âjake, iââ you mumble, mind swimming at his admission. âthank you for apologizing, iâ i think i need some time, if thatâs okay.â he nods quickly in response, the action warming you up inside.
âtake all the time you need. what i just said is a lot, and itâs okay if you donât forgive me. i just needed to tell you before i lost you forever.â
âiâ iâll talk to you later okay?â jake nods, moving out of the way of the door, watching you walk away. anxiety brews in his gut as he hopes with his entire being that youâll forgive him, even though deep down he wonders if he even deserves an ounce of forgiveness.
jake concludes that he doesnât deserve your forgiveness, that heâs royally fucked up and heâs determined to fix what heâs broken between the two of you.
you let your emotions brew for a few days, jake choosing to give you space during class and every other time you find yourself near him. relief washes over you every time you see him and he doesnât rush to your side, knowing the simple action would just further complicate the already confusing thoughts in your mind.
youâre still obviously hurt by what he said, jakeâs words creating a hole in your heart feeling like you wasted so much time loving someone and hoping to be loved back, even agreeing to a relationship you knew you couldnât handle without your emotions getting in the way somehow.
the sincerity of his apology and the fear in his eyes when he explained everything to you still remains in your mind, all the positive memories you have with jake sitting in the forefront of your consciousness. you are itching to forgive him, but the fear of him breaking your heart again rings through your mind with every passing thought.
youâve made a decision in your head, praying itâs the right one, not wanting to get burned again.
âcan i talk to you?â
jake nods his head, bidding his friend goodbye as he follows you through campus. you stop at a bench near the fountain by the engineering building, watching as the water spouts up in a gorgeous display, zoning out for a minute. jake waits patiently for you to speak as he takes a seat next to you.
âjake,â you turn to look at him, âi⊠i accept your apology.â jakeâs eyes light up at your admission, âi know feelings are complicated, mine certainly are right now, i justâ did you know the whole time how much i liked you?â
jake shakes his head, âno, y/n, i wouldnât put you through that on purpose, i promise.â
you nod in response, watching your hands that are clasped together in your lap for a moment before looking back up at him. âiâ do you really like me? you promise youâre not lying?â
jake nods, reaching out to take your hand in his, giving it a small squeeze, âno lies, i promise.â
âwhat⊠where do we go from here?â
jake thinks for a moment, not prepared for the question, before sucking in a breath and asking, âhow about i take you out on a real date?â
he catches you off guard with his question, âyeah?â he nods, âyeah, pretty. i meant everything i said, i donât want you to slip away when you mean so much to me⊠it just took me an embarrassingly long time to realize how absolutely infatuated with you i am.â
his last sentence makes you embarrassed and you attempt to hide your burning cheeks, knowing your ears are betraying you with the tips turning red. âokay, sim, you can take me on a date.â jakeâs eyes sparkle at your agreement, relief crashing over his body in an overwhelming display. you smile at the way his eyes shine as he watches you, feeling contentment settle into your heart, as if heâs putting the broken pieces back together slowly, fixing what he accidentally broke inside you.
âjake, where are you taking me?â you question, brow quirked as the man youâve wanted for so long stands before you, leaning against his sleek red car. the sight of him waiting so casually, eyes trained off at something in the distance, makes your heart flutter.
âhi, beautiful,â jake greets you, grabbing your hand and raising it above your head, guiding you to do a spin for him as he appreciates your outfit. âyou look gorgeous, angel.â
âyou donât look so bad yourself, handsome.â you smile at jake as he leads you to the passenger side, opening the door for you and helping you inside. he steps over and takes his seat on the driverâs side, the engine revving to life with the press of a button. âwhere are we heading?"
jake uses his left hand to steer, the right resting on the gear shift as he takes the two of you off campus, being extra careful as his car now has precious cargo inside. âitâs a surprise,â the midday sun beams down on the two of you as he turns into a neighborhood. you watch his face, appreciating every feature that youâve admired for years, heart swelling at the thought of the man in front of you reciprocating your feelings.
jake shifts the car into park after a short drive and you look around, taking in the surrounding area. a playground sits in front of you, a small forest sitting a ways behind it, tall trees towering over everything nearby. the sun still cascades through the leaves as jake opens your door, shutting it behind you as you step onto the asphalt of the parking lot surrounding you. he opens his small trunk, pulling a basket out and a small pink and white checkered blanket. you feel a buzz beneath your skin as your eyes sparkle, realizing jake has packed the two of you a picnic lunch for your first date.
jake leads you over to a small patch of grass behind the playground set, the spot having the greenest grass. you wonder if he picked this spot special for the two of you, the possibility of it making your heart soar. he lays the blanket down, flattening it out so no wrinkles are in sight before placing the basket on top and helping you sit down.
âdonât go thinking iâm some master chef now, okay? i had jay help meâŠâ jake says, wanting to hide his face in embarrassment as he pokes fun at himself. you watch as he pulls a variety of dishes out, âbut i made some stuff by myself, too!â
this feels strange, but seeing the usually confident and argumentative man you have fought against academically for all these years seemingly doubting himself? it is definitely a different sensation than the ones youâre used to. but the sight made your insides feel fuzzy, butterflies sprouting in your tummy, watching in real time as you feel yourself falling for him even more. âjake, this is lovely,â you place a hand on his arm, his movements halting in response as you reassure him, giving him a light squeeze. âyouâre lovely. iâm flattered you did all of this for me.â
âi wanted you to see that iâm serious about this, about us.â
jake takes the plates and bowls out, handing you one, before setting the silverware down in the middle of the blanket. âhere, we made some of my favorites and some foods i remember you mentioning over the years⊠i hope you still like them,â you can hear how nervous he is, âjake, seriously, stop freaking out. itâs just me,â you tell him as he opens one of the glass dishes revealing a bowl of homemade kimchi stew, a dish you know jake has loved for a long time.
âthat doesnât help me,â jake laughs a little at his own embarrassment and nerves, âthatâs the whole reason why iâm so nervous⊠youâre you, and this is my one chance to show you how much i care about you.â
you watch as he opens the next dish, a box of chocolate covered strawberries, âjake,â you glance up, meeting his eyes as you nearly cry at the worried look in them, âi donât remember the last time i even had these⊠thank you.â
âi remember you mentioned them sometime in sophomore year,â jake replies sheepishly, scratching at the back of his neck nervously. âholy shit, that makes me sound like such a creep.â
you shake your head, watching jake, âstop it, jake, seriously. i think itâs adorable that you remembered that from so long ago. itâs not weird or creepy!â
jake sees the sincerity in your gaze, letting out a breath of relief, âi⊠i really like you, seriously, i donât want to mess up my one chance.â
you grab the sides of jakeâs face and gently pull him towards you, capturing his lips in your own, hoping to wash away some of his worries with the action. you feel lighter as you kiss him, his plush, delicate lips feeling like heaven against your own. you missed kissing him, and kissing him now feels so⊠different. refreshingly so, knowing that the man youâre holding in your arms reciprocates your own feelings that youâve pushed down and hid from the world for so long.
you pull away after a moment, resting your head against his, âyou havenât messed anything up, jake, okay?â
jake stares into your eyes, his emotions bubbling and growing beneath the surface, watching as he falls more in love with you the longer he watches your gorgeous irises stare back at him, ones that he wouldnât mind getting lost in. âokay, y/n.â you seal your promise with another kiss, feeling him smile against your lips this time, knowing the man youâre sitting across from is the same one you fell for all those years ago. caring, kind, extremely driven, gorgeous, and above all, captivating in every way, his drive and need to succeed always pushing yourself to be the best version of yourself. and you know his drive to be the best has extended here, going above and beyond to impress you with a sentimental date, the concept of which makes you feel mushy inside.
time passes quickly, conversation and good food flowing between the two of you, giggles and stories being shared, feeling yourself fall further for him the longer you spent by his side. when the sky starts to darken with clouds and the threat of rain, you and jake pack quickly, rushing to the car when raindrops start to fall on your heads. jake drives you both back to campus, the ambience of the water falling on the hood of the car along with the low lull of the radio causing you to fall asleep. jake pulls into his usual parking spot outside his apartment building, picking you up in his arms and setting the picnic basket on your stomach, carrying you to his home, a small studio apartment on the second floor. after somehow unlocking the door without dropping you or waking you up, he sets the picnic basket on the counter before placing you in his bed, tucking you in under his freshly washed blanket. jake busies himself with putting leftovers away as you sleep before coming to join you, sneaking under the covers and spooning you.
jake places a small kiss against the back of your head, watching as your stomach rises and falls peacefully with each quiet breath you take. âsleep well, angel.â
âi havenât told the guys yet,â jakeâs statement shocks you as the two of you walk into the frat hand in hand, a bustling party happening around you. you couldnât believe after three successful dates and jake asking you to be his girlfriend, that he has kept that from his friends for all that time. âi wanted to tell them together, so they couldnât bully me.â he jokes, leading you through the house, looking for his three best friends.
you find the three of them standing at the end of a hallway, near the room where you and jake first hooked up. you blush at the sight, glancing up at your boyfriend who gives you a quick wink. âwhatâs happening in your pretty little head, angel?â
ânothing,â you smack his arm, attempting to push him forwards to meet his friends, âletâs go talk to them before you or i do something crazy.â
âcrazy doesnât necessarily mean bad, though,â jake teases you before relenting, walking towards his friends who all smile at the sight of the two of you.
âi told you so,â heeseung grins the widest of all before jay and sunghoonâs faces drop suddenly, âpay up, jayhoon.â
âstop fucking calling us that,â sunghoon shoves his friendâs shoulder before fishing a $50 bill out of his wallet, jay doing the same but with a $100. âjay you should just be my sugar daddy at this point,â heeseung smirks as he tucks the bills into the inside pocket of his jacket.
sunghoon scoffs at heeseungâs words, shoving his wallet back into his pocket. âheejay will never be a thing, so keep dreaming.â jay teases before looking at you and jake again, watching as you lean your head against his arm as you continue to hold his hand. âglad you came to your senses, jakey boy⊠i told you itâd work out, didnât i, y/n?â
âyou didnât say anything remotely close to those words, jay,â you argue, to which he shrugs, âwell, i was going to but then you started hitting me.â
âyou were playing twenty questions with me while i was in a crisis!â
âweâre actually⊠i asked y/n to be my girlfriend last week,â jake scratches the back of his head, âso expect to see her around a lot more.â
âha!â sunghoon smacks heeseungâs shoulder, âpay up!â he sticks his hands out to the other two men, who promptly give him $20 each.
you watch as the money is exchanged, âhow much betting on us did you guys do?â
heeseung smirks at the two of you, âa lot. itâs been happening for longer than either of you will ever know.â
ânobody expected jake to actually man up and ask you to be his girlfriend officially this soon except hoon,â jake smacks heeseung and jay at this admission as you realize the trio has known of your semi secret dating the entire time, âwhat the hell, guys!â
âdoesnât matter, because it all worked out, didnât it, lovebirds?â heeseung watches you two with a pleased look on his face, âand i knew it would happen, it just took a little while for jake to get his head out of his ass.â
âbe nice,â you scold heeseung, âhe didnât know, donât be mean, heeseung.â
heeseung relents, raising his hands in a defensive manner, âfine, fine.â
the five of you fall into a comfortable conversation, with jay cracking jokes and sunghoon laughing at all of them, heeseung watching them both with amusement in his gaze.
âcan we go home? iâm kinda tiredâŠâ you ask jake after a while of conversing and enjoying yourself with the four men, staring up at him with two wide eyes that he realizes heâs never been able to say no to, and today will not be the day that he starts. little does he know the ulterior motive brewing in your stomach, wetness growing between your legs since you passed by the room where the two of you first slept together. âsure, pretty. letâs go.â the two of you bid your goodbyes to the trio, watching as they bicker about their betting habits as you head out.
the two of you drive back to jakeâs apartment, which will soon be yours since your lease with wonyoung is coming up, and your soon to be former roommate and still current best friend has decided to take a semester abroad, getting into her dream program that sheâs been talking about since the summer.
âare you really tired, baby?â a mischievous smile overtakes your features as you shake your head, leading jake to the bed and pushing him to sit on the edge of it. âoh, i seeâŠâ jake smiles, hands covering the expanse of your hips as you straddle to sit on his lap.
âwant you to make love to me, jakey,â you plead, grinding your core down onto him.
âgod, angelââ jake groans at the feeling of you pressing yourself against him, âfuck, you drive me crazy,â he pushes you down further onto his clothed member as you continue your motions, needing to feel more friction. âif i werenât so hard right now iâd make you ride my thigh forever.â
you groan at his admission, movements faltering and he takes your moment of distraction to pick you up, placing you against the pillows. he pulls back for a moment, tugging his shirt over his head and you gawk at the sight of his toned stomach, only ever seeing it in glimpses during your previous escapades.
âmmm, i could just eat you up,â you tell him, running your fingernails up and down gently along his abs, âcanât believe youâve hidden this under your shirts all this timeâŠâ
âyou were itching to get a peek all these years, werenât you, baby?â jake teases as he takes your shirt off next, tugging your bra off after and pinching a nipple between his fingers. you groan, back arching up as he sucks on the opposite one harshly. âjâ jakeââ you groan, hands threading into his hair and pulling lightly. he groans against your skin, loving the feeling of the pain rushing through his scalp. âoooh, you like that, pretty boy?â jake moans as you pull his mouth away from your nipple, eyes fluttering shut at the sting traveling through his scalp as you tug at his locks again.
âstop,â jake begs, âanother time, baby, let me take care of you tonight.â he sighs in relief as you release your hold on his hair. âalright, sim, youâre free to go this time⊠but iâll be saving that for later, baby boy.â
âgod, youâre such a menace,â jake groans as his mind returns from the subspace he was slowly slipping into, sliding down the bed until heâs eye level with your core, seeing the wetness nearly escaping from your thin panties. he tugs your skirt off unceremoniously, âbeen wanting to eat you since the first night i had you, pretty,â jake bites at your panties and yanks them down with his teeth, the sight making you whimper at the pure sex appeal oozing from the man beneath you. jake leans in and dips his tongue between your folds. âfuck, knew youâd taste so sweet, angel.â
jake eats you out like a man starved, slobbering into your folds, pushing his tongue into your pussy, flicking his tongue inside of you. you moan loudly, hands gripping the sheets on the bed, a nearly pornographic sound escaping your lips as jake sucks harshly on your clit, stars appearing behind your eyelids.
âfuck, jakeââ you glance down to see the man of your dreams perched between your legs, whimpering at the sight of him biting your inner thighs and gripping your legs tightly, holding them wide open for him to have full access. âyou close, angel?â he smiles up at you, the vision of him with your wetness coating his mouth and chin pulling another noise from your parted lips. you nod quickly, âplease, jake,â you plead, a request he responds to by continuing his assault on your already abused and leaking pussy, his tongueâs movements pulling a well deserved orgasm from your body, watching as your back arches up, pushing your core further into his mouth.
âjake!â you whine, fluid still gushing out, eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure continues to pass over you in overwhelming waves. ââs too much!â
âoh no itâs not, my sweet angel girl can take it,â jake argues before biting your clit.
âahh!ââ you scream, the sound bringing a smile to jakeâs face, continuing to push you to overstimulation with his wet muscleâs motions against your pussy.
jake finally relents after youâre nearly in tears from the overwhelming sensations heâs putting your body through, bringing his face up to be level with yours, his clothed member pressing against your still dripping pussy, âyouâre so pretty when you cry, baby.â he whispers with sincerity, capturing your lips in a quick, searing kiss before pulling away again to whisper, âi only ever want to see you cry because iâm making you feel good, okay?â
âokay, jake,â you whisper in response, smile tugging at the corner of your lips at your boyfriendâs insistence on treating you right until the end of time.
âno more crying unless itâs on my cock,â jake smirks, the words making you clench at your pure attraction and adoration for the man in front of you.
watching jake tug his pants down his legs makes you groan, staring down at the huge bulge pressing against his thin boxers. âstop teasing, jake,â you whine.
âbaby canât wait any longer?â you shake your head, watching as jake pulls his boxers off, the blushing, leaking tip of his cock making your mouth water. âahh, what an eager girl. if you werenât dripping onto my sheets right now iâd make you suck my cock. but iâll be nice and give my baby what she needs.â jake rambles on as you can do nothing but stare at his length, drooling at the sight of it, knowing the stretch it gives you is always delicious, never fully adjusting to his generous size even after all the times youâve been together.
jake breaches your entrance, letting just the tip sit inside your hole. you wiggle, trying to force him further inside, âpatience, baby,â he scolds and you whimper at his strict tone coming out. âdonât want me to punish you, do you?â you shake your head. you know you could take a punishment, but right now you just want jake to hold you close as he makes love to you.
jake slowly slides in further, watching with hungry eyes as your hole takes him easily, âfuck, baby, iâm gonna keep you stuffed, my sexy ass girlfriend deserves to be filled up all hours of the day,â he babbles as he buries himself to the hilt, the snug fit of your walls filling his brain with even more delicious, dirty thoughts.
âmmâ feel so full,â you mutter, watching jakeâs face with adoration and love in your eyes, âthank you, jakey,â you whimper as he slides nearly all the way out, allowing just the tip to stay inside before pushing back in slowly, groaning at the feeling of your gummy walls sucking him right back in without protest, âgod, this tiny pussy was made just for my cock.â you nod in response, seeing jake watching your face now before heâs wrapping his arms around your shoulders, pressing himself as close to you as he possibly can as he presses his face into your neck, sucking and biting at the junction between your throat and shoulder. jake tries desperately to leave marks, wanting to see them on your gorgeous skin when he wakes up next to you the following morning; little does he know youâll wake him up with his cock in your mouth, mumbling around the dick that pushes an ache to your jaw about how you just wanted to help as you saw him sleeping with a tent in his boxers.
âneed you closer,â you plead as jake rocks slowly in and out of you, love penetrating each thrust as he buries himself as deep as possible inside your pretty hole, the sensations pushing jake to the edge, the rubber band in his stomach begging to snap. âughââ you groan against jakeâs lips as he captures them in a kiss, slow and sloppy but so full of want and need and unspoken pleas of never leave my side.
jake pulls away from the kiss, continuing to push into you with slow movements, wanting to feel every inch of your walls with each drag of his cock, holding his impending orgasm back behind gritted teeth, âtell me what you need, baby, wanna feel you cum all over my cock.â
âjust need you,â you plead, eyes watering from the overwhelming presence of jake bearing his body to you, his mind and soul on display as he shows you how much he needs you with each loving action. âjust need you,â you repeat, mind slipping away as he continues his movements, hips never tiring as he chases what he knows you need. jake removes one arm from your neck to snake down to your core, rubbing between your folds to gather up your own wetness before rubbing against your clit in the pattern he knows you love.
âfuckâ jakeyââ you groan, burying your head into the crook of his neck as he stares down at where the two of you meet, mind never getting tired of the visual of you taking him all inside, his length sliding in and out with ease. jake begins to fuck into you faster, nearly rutting against you as he chases the orgasm he knows is brewing in your gut. âcome on, my angel girl, make a mess on me,â his words in your ears as you pull away from his neck to look at him. you nearly cry seeing jake meet your gaze; his delicate brown eyes meeting your own, need swimming in his gaze, âfuck!ââ you gasp, beginning to babble words that donât register in your mind as your high washes over you. jake watches your eyes fluttering shut, finally allowing himself to cum with you, pushing as deep as he can. jake watches as your breathing returns to normal, glancing down at the white ring surrounding his length, some of your cum mixture escaping and spilling everywhere. âgod, baby, look at you. my perfect angel.â he traces his thumb along your cheek, watching a smile overtake your lips, knowing youâre utterly spent after only two orgasms. the dayâs festivities have taken a toll on you, and he can see the tiredness in your eyes as they watch him with adoration.
you smile, âyou donât even know how happy you make me.â
jake cleans both of you off diligently, promising to throw the bedding in the wash tomorrow, knowing the cum would stain if you left it any longer. âi love you,â he breathes out, watching your face for a reaction at his sudden admission. you nearly cry as the words reach your ears, an overwhelming sensation in your gut. âyou do?â you whimper, eyesight feeling blurring from the tears accumulating along your lashline. âi do, baby.â
âi love you, too, jakey.â he wraps you in a hug, neither of you caring that youâre both still naked, just needing to feel his hands holding you close to him. your voice is shaky and quiet as he holds you impossibly close, âi love you so much, you donât even know.â
jake pulls back, holding your shoulders and placing kisses all over your face, on any spot he can reach, âyou donât know how happy i am to hear that, angel. youâve made my life so much better.â
ânow you have a built in study partner for life,â you tease, smiling at his continued onslaught of gentle kisses across your cheeks and nose, on your eyelids and on the corner of your mouth. âfor life, huh?â jake teases, watching as your cheeks burn red at the realization of what youâve said.
âdonât worry, pretty. now that i have you, iâm never letting you go.â
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Beyond the limit
>> Part two: the breaking point
Spencer is hesitant when you ask him to be rough, but when he realizes how much you enjoy it, he wonders just how far he can push your limit.
warnings: (MDNI, 18+) dom spence, guided/mutual masturbation, dirty talk, degradation (use of slut), orgasm control, hairpulling, choking, overstimulation, creampie, cumplay, squirting, rough sex, so many body fluids
a/n: 4k words for 4k followers! Thank you all so much, consider this as a token of my appreciation. This one is for you, I love you all âĄ
Spencer considered himself as someone with a strong sense of self-control... until he found himself on top of you, right between your legs. How could he resist when your body felt so soft against his? When all his restraint seemed to vanish into thin air?
He had you pinned against the bed, his palms tracing your hips before moving to your breast. You moaned out his name as your nipples hardened against the thin material of your shirtâhis shirt, to be exact. After all, it was how it all started.
The moment he was greeted by the view of your perfect ass when he came home from work, barely covered by his shirt you were wearing, something in him snapped. You looked so damn good, so damn tempting, practically begging to be touched.
It didnât take long for him to discard his bag onto the floor before scooping you in his arms. You simply giggled, amused at his sudden urgency yet eagerly welcoming it as he led you into your shared bedroom.
Now he was right between your thighs, pressing his hard erection right against your panties. You could feel yourself getting wet by the friction and you found yourself parting your legs even further, grinding your hips along with his as his mouth continued to suck on the spot right below your ear.
Anytime you whimpered, he gripped you tighter, and your shaky hands clutched onto button-down shirt. There was something about him still dressed in his work clothes while you were nearly half-naked, his shirt bunched around your waist, leaving your lower half exposed. And you liked it. It made you feel vulnerable being pressed under him like this, sparking a strange desire to submit to him completely.
And now you craved more. You wanted to surrender to him, to let him take the lead. But to your dismay, his movements suddenly slowed down, leaving you momentarily confused because you could feel the way he was holding back. His hands were trembling against your body as if he was consciously avoiding being rough.
You slid your hands up to his chest, lightly pushing him away and he quickly drew back. His brows furrowed as he gazed down at you. "What is it? Did I do something wrong?"
Shaking your head, you reassured him. "No," you replied softly. "But... you don't have to hold yourself back for my sake, you know.â
His eyes narrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?"
You took a deep breath, searching for the right words. "I mean, I know you're trying to be careful, but... I want you to take control, without holding back. I want... more.â
A flicker of surprise crossed his features. "You want me to... be rough?" he asked cautiously.
You nodded, a flush creeping up your cheeks. "I do."
"But I- I don't want to hurt you."
You reached out, cupping his cheek tenderly. "I trust you, Spence. I trust us. And I want you to trust yourself too."
His expression softened under your touch. You took it as enough of a sign to push forward as your thumb swept back and forth across his jaw.
"If it's too much I'll tell you," you assured him.
He searched your eyes for a moment, uncertainty flickering within his gaze. "What if I hurt you?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern.
You bit your lip, studying his face for a moment before responding. "I think I'll like it if you do," you confessed, your cheeks flushing slightly. "But we don't have to do anything crazy you're not comfortable with. We don't necessarily have to do something you don't want to."
Spencer swallowed hard, processing your words. "So what do you want then?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Your hand slid up the length of his jaw until your fingers slipped into his hair. Very carefully you gripped a handful of his curly strands in your fist. "Do whatever you want, baby," you answered. "Mark my skin. Pull my hair. Talk me through it."
You noticed the way his lips twitched at your words and you smiled.
"Fuck me hard," you demanded boldly.
His breath hitched as he searched your eyes. He definitely wanted to do those things, too. When he finally relaxed into your touch, a rush of anticipation surged through you, your heart beating rapidly.
"Are you sure?" he asked slowly.
You nodded, gripping his hair a bit harder, enjoying the way his breathing grew shallower. "Please," you whispered, your voice filled with desire.
With a barely audible groan, Spencer gave in to your request, his resolve melting away as his lips crashed against yours. Your pulse sped up excitedly in your chest in responseâthis was exactly what you wanted. That pure, raw desire that was too strong for him to contain. When he finally pulled away, he was breathing even heavier now, his shoulders heaving with each audible inhale.
"If we're going to do this, we'll do it my way," he declared firmly. "You will listen to me, understood?"
You nodded, feeling a shiver of anticipation run down your spine at the commanding tone of his voice. "Yes," you replied breathlessly.
And just when you thought he was about to delve into another kiss, he surprised you by pulling away. He sat back, his eyes narrowing as he focused on you. "Sit up and lean back on the pillow," he commanded.
Your heart raced as you complied, eagerly following his lead.
"Take off the shirt... leave your panties on."
You followed, leaning forward, your fingers grabbing the hem of your shirt before pulling it off your body, revealing your soft-looking skin to his eyes. His predatory gaze was locked on your breasts, noticing the way your nipples hardened as the cold air brushed your skin. When you leaned back again, he dragged the tips of his fingers up your thighs, gripping your waist for a moment before another demand left his lips.
"Spread your pretty legs," his soothing voice told you, staring intently between your thighs. You did as you were told, parting your knees, your feet propped up on the bed as you waited with bated breath for his next instruction, feeling yourself throb behind the drenched fabric.
"Now touch yourself." You gulped at his tone, sliding your fingers inside your panties. He suddenly called out your name in a warning, his voice alone stopping your hand in its tracks. "Over your panties, I'll tell you when to touch yourself directly."
You nodded, letting your fingers hover over the fabric of your panties. You let out a gasp when you felt how drenched you were before you found your clit. You were hyperaware of every movement you were making, you realized, and it turned you on way more than it should. You choked on your next moan, squeezing your eyes shut as felt the sensation growing along your body.
You suddenly felt a hand gripping your jaw and you quickly opened your eyes, greeted by him staring down at you. "Keep your eyes on me."
There was nothing else for you to do but to oblige. Your fingers continued to press down your clit, swirling around the sensitive bud desperately as he released his hold on your jaw before trailing down your chest, teasing your aching nipples. You whimpered and watched as his eyes traveled down your body.
Spencer hungrily took in the way your legs were spread apart before him, the way you were touching yourself so eagerly. Your fingers moved rapidly over your panties, the material now too drenched as it slipped between your folds every time you moved. Your pussy was barely covered and he could see your arousal dripping down your legs.
"Look at you," he mused, his hand traveling down your body, resting slightly at the inner part of your thigh. "You like putting on a little show, don't you?"
Your breaths came out in shallow, eager gasps, but when you attempted to increase your pace, he quickly shook his head. "Slower. We don't want to rush."
You complied, adjusting your movements to match his pace, and he rewarded you with a smile. "That's it. Nice and slow," he praised, his gaze locked on yours with intensity.
Through hooded eyes, you watched as he began to undress, each deliberate movement teasingly slow. His tie came first, followed by his shirt which he discarded carelessly onto the floor. His pants followed suit, and when he was completely naked, your eyes hungrily drank in the sight of his exposed body.
Your fingers on your own body slowed down as you took in the sight before you, the way he slowly gripped the base of his cock before squeezing it hard.
"Don't you stop, I didn't tell you to stop," he reminded you, his voice firm.
With a sharp inhale, you resumed your movements, the urgency returning as you focused on pleasuring yourself under his watchful gaze. Then as if to taunt you, he began pumping his length slow and steady as your eyes focused in on the motions.
"S-Spence," you whined, pushing your hips faster against your hand, trying to keep your rhythm in check though the sight of him pleasuring himself had you so weak in the moment. "I- I wanna take my panties off."
He gripped his cock tighter, working his fist quicker along the length as his breaths deepened. "Yeah? You wanna see how wet you are?"
His words sent a surge of warmth through your body, spreading from between your thighs to your cheeks as your fingers quickened in pace and your legs spread further for him to see. "Yes-yes- please," you begged.
"Such a desperate slut," he muttered. His crude words shouldn't have brought you pleasure, but they did, and your tight walls clenched around nothing. He noticed the effect it had on you and smiled. "You liked that, huh? You liked being called a slut?"
You gulped, your fingers moving faster. "Y-Yes."
He simply hummed in response, snaking his hands between you, finally slipping off your panties down your legs. His fingers then gripped the soft plush of your thigh, spreading you open for him, exposing your cunt to the open air as he massaged soothing shapes into your skin.
He sucked in a harsh breath through his teeth, taking in the mess between your legs. His gaze traveled your stomach, up to your perky breasts, before meeting your half-lidded eyes. He then slowly took your hand and your jaw slacked open when he abruptly sucked your fingers into his mouth.
His tongue felt hot, searingly so, as he laves over the pads of your middle and ring fingers, then dipped between them to caress your knuckles down to where they meet. A wave of heat traveled through you as he held your gaze, licking off your fingers one last time before guiding them back between your thighs.
"Keep going," he instructed, and you wasted no time in rubbing your clit feverishly. Your face twisted with pleasure, brow wrinkled, body tense, and each circle around your sensitive flesh brought you closer to the edge. The bedroom was filled with the sounds of crisp, rustling sheets underneath you and the slick motions of your fingers roaming your folds.
"Do you hear that? You're getting so loud. So wet," he gritted out. His eyes flickered up to your face, observing the delicate scrunch of your nose and your parted lips. "You're close, aren't you?"
You looked over to him. The view of his hand gripping his cock drew you so close to the edge you were balancing on, all the while attempting to feign control to give him the show he requested.
"Y- Yes," you admitted breathlessly, your body trembling with need.
He hummed a reply, soothing your thigh with his other hand. "Be a good girl and beg for it."
A choked whine escaped your lips.
"P-Please, let me come," you pleaded, the desperation evident in your voice as you sought his permission to release the tension coiling in your stomach.
"Ask nicely," he said, his tone firm yet encouraging. "Can I what?"
"Can I... I-I come?" you stammered, your eyes fluttering close, fingers moving rapidly on your clit.
"Look at me. Ask again."
Your eyes flickered open, meeting his intense gaze. "Can I-I come?" you begged, the desperation in your voice echoing your urgent desire.
"I can't hear you."
A moan ripped out of you, your body shaking uncontrollably under his gaze. Tears threatened to spill from the corners of your eyes as you struggled to hold on. "P-Please," you pleaded, your voice trembling with need. "Please let me come, I-I can't hold on much longer..."
"Louder," he demanded, his voice cutting through the haze of your desire, and that was when everything snapped. It was no longer a plea; instead, you were babbling incoherent words, unable to contain the overwhelming need coursing through your body.
"I-I'm s-sorry, I-I can'tâ" you cried, your voice strained with the effort of holding back.
But it was too late. Your resolve shattered, overwhelmed by the intensity of your desire. With a tear falling down your cheek, you locked eyes with him desperately as your climax crashed over you, consuming you entirely in its wave of ecstasy. It crept up on you, a gentle crescendo that abruptly peaked before slamming right into you.
Something in him snapped. Spencer never imagined he would enjoy having this much control over your body, but in this moment, he did. It was twisted, and although a hint of remorse flickered within him, his desire overpowered any sense of guilt.
Even as your body trembled uncontrollably from the intensity of your orgasm, he acted on impulse, flipping you over to lie on your stomach. The shift in position only fueled his desire further, igniting a primal need to dominate and possess you completely.
A moment later his hand came down on your ass with a sharp smack that drew a gasp out of you. He then crawled over you as his knees landed on either side of your thighs, the mattress bowing under his weight. Both of his hands dropped roughly down onto your ass, kneading the soft flesh.
You felt him lining his cock up with your entrance, your eyes closing in anticipation of him filling you. And then he plunged himself into you in one swift, sharp thrust which had your head dropping down into your pillow, burying your face in it as you tried to muffle the cry of pleasure that flew out of you.
He began pumping into you, his pace was slow at first, long strokes of drawing his cock out and back in earning quiet whimpers from you against the pillow. One of his hands released your hip before you felt him grabbing a fistful of your hair, just at the base of your skull, and sharply pulling.
"Stop burying yourself," he grunted. "Let me hear those pretty sounds."
You let out a moan, body shaking with every thrust of his hips, the room spinning as he picked up his pace. You felt the slow withdrawal of his cock as his hips drew back from you, but you weren't prepared for the way he rammed himself swiftly forward into you seconds after while tightening his grip on your hair.
A high-pitched, breathy noise of pleasure tore out of you at the feel of it. Encouraged, he repeated the gesture, the tug on your hair even rougher. You moaned loudly in response, your hips beginning to eagerly press backward into him as he brutally fucked you into the mattress.
"That's my girl," he praised. "Just like that, let me hear how good my cock makes you feel."
Your eyelids grew heavy under the weight of his words, your mouth going slack. Spencer was as loud as you as he repeatedly buried his cock in you over and over again. It didn't take long before his vicious thrusts had your eyes rolling back behind closed lids, your mind going entirely blank to everything but this very moment.
He then lowered onto his left forearm as his front molded over your back. The hard, solid feel of him behind you had you pressing back up into him, teeth gritting together as his cock buried itself somehow further inside of you. He released his grip on your hair, his hand swiftly moving to encircle your throat.
A moan escaped your lips as you felt the slight pressure of his grip, a surge of arousal coursing through you. His hand slid up further, encircling the bottom of your jaw as he carefully pulled your head backward, drawing it towards his shoulder until his mouth was beside your ear.
"Is this what you wanted?" Your breath hitched at his proximity, the heat of his body searing against your back as you struggled to form a coherent response. You could only manage a breathless nod in response.
"Let's see how far I can ruin you," he murmured, his voice a seductive whisper that sent a thrill through you despite the underlying threat in his words.
As his grip on your throat tightened ever so slightly, you couldn't suppress the moan that escaped your lips, surrendering completely as he picked up his pace, his hips rocking more rapidly into you. You were panting hard, your head tilted back against his shoulder.
His lips pressed onto the sensitive spot just between your shoulder and your neck, sucking on the skin while he mercilessly fucked you, his sweat-slicked body still flush to the back of you as he continued his fast, relentless pace. You were vaguely aware of his ragged, drawn-out groan and you could tell he was close.
It was evident in the way he was starting to lose control, his grip tightening around your throat as his breath grew hot and heavy against you. He was on the brink of spiraling, and you welcomed it, giving yourself over completely to please him.
"T-That's it, baby," you moaned. "You fuck me so good."
It was enough to make him come undone. He released inside of you, panting and huffing as he gave into the bliss. His motions slowed but he continued spilling inside your drenched walls, sweat beading against his forehead, lips parted, and face flushed. You squeezed yourself around him just to hear him suck in a sharp breath, gulping and exhaling with his brow wrinkled before he pulled out.
But when you thought he was done with you, he flipped you onto your back again. You were so wonderfully disheveled, your cunt clenching around nothing, gleaming with your arousal and his own release. He ran his fingers over your outer lips, spreading you open to have a better view of the white liquid trickling down your ass. He was quick to collect it with his fingers, tracing it up your folds so he could messily rub it over your clit.
"S-Spence..."
Spencer was known for his aversion to getting dirty, yet he didn't mind the mess he made between your legs. "You should see yourself," he muttered. "You're so pretty like this."
And then to your surprise, he positioned the tip of his cock right at your entrance again. You gasped, prompting yourself on your elbows as you looked down between your legs, wondering how on earth he was still so hard. Then a moan left your lips as you watched him slowly sinking into you again.
"Look at how I'm stretching you," he murmured, pushing his hips further. Both of your eyes were locked on the way your pussy stretched so wide around his girth. His previous release slipped back inside you every time his cock disappeared into your wet cunt, white cream coating around his length.
He moaned when your walls clenched around him, his eyes flickering between your face and the way his cock was stretching you. Spencer should have stopped. You were both too tired and too sensitive to continue further. Even his body ached with exhaustion, but he couldn't stop himself from thrusting forward as your walls swallowed his cock eagerly, practically begging for more.
The rational part of his brain urged him to pause, but the primal, carnal desire within him overrode any sense of restraint. Ignoring the way your body shook with exhaustion and the tension in his own muscles, he focused solely on the intense heat between your legs. So he continued to fuck you.
He was fucking you to the point where you couldn't even moan anymore, your voice caught in your throat with each thrust. He was fucking you so good there were tears in your eyes but you couldn't whimper or blink, you were just staring up at him, wordless and in awe, nails digging in his arms while your knees brushed up close to your shoulders.
He was fucking you roughly, dipping down every so often to press his lips to yours, the times he was not whispering encouragement, telling you how pretty you look, how wet you were, how much of a slut you were, and good you felt wrapped around him. And you could feel it, you could feel how good you were as your walls clamped down, sucking him in.
He thrust into you ruthlessly, consumed by a primal need to push you to your limits, to explore just how much you could take of him. Then when you felt that coil spreading along your limbs, you finally came without saying a word. But he didn't stop, continuing to fuck you into your next orgasm, and even when the sensation began to feel too overwhelming, he abused your clit with his thumb.
That was when everything blurred. The overwhelming pleasure finally consumed you entirely, rendering rational thought as a surge of liquid gushed out between your legs. He moaned in surprise at the sensation, his desire only fueled further by your response.
"Do that again," he begged, his voice husky with need as he continued to roll his hips into you. And you did, another wave of pleasure crashing over you as you drenched everything around youâhis body, the sheets, every surface within reach. He moaned again, acutely aware of the mess you created.
Your grip on him slowly loosened and a pang of guilt hit him as he realized your body was already exhausted. Yet he couldn't resist the urge to use you once more. Your silence urged him to continue, thrusting into you relentlessly, your slicked-sweat skin sliding against his as he chased his second orgasm of the night.
He finally came with a grunt, his hips pumping into you with desperation, once, twice, before finally stilling. You cried out at the sensation, overwhelmed by the intensity of it allâthe quickening of his breath, the hard grip of his hand on your skin, the throbbing ache between your legs.
Your vision suddenly became a hazy blur, and you gasped for breath, struggling to anchor yourself amidst the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body. Despite your shaking form, Spencer managed to pull you into his embrace.
âI-I got you," he whispered, his voice trembling with a mixture of emotions as the rush of dominance that had driven him moments ago was replaced by a wave of panic. He continued to hold you close, his arms wrapped around you protectively as he whispered soothing words into your ear.
You focused on controlling your breathing, inhaling and exhaling slowly as you sought to regain your composure. Gradually, the haze began to lift, and after a moment passed, you found yourself able to see clearly once again. Your eyes traveled to him, and with a tired and sleepy smile, you leaned into his touch.
Spencer released a breath he wasn't aware of holding. "We are never doing that again."
"What? Why?" you asked, confusion evident in your voice.
"You scared me!" he exclaimed, his voice tinged with both relief and exasperation. "What if you passed out? What if I had to take you to the hospital andâand explain thatâ"
"That I passed out because your dick was too good?"
He shook his head, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "You're impossible," he teased, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.
You grinned up at him, feeling a warmth spread through you at his affectionate gesture. "But you love me anyway."
His smile softened as he gazed down at you. "I do."
"And I love you," you assured him. "Don't worry, I'm alright. And be honest with me, you seriously don't want to do that again? Wasn't that hot?"
His cheeks flushed slightly at your question, and he hesitated for a moment before meeting your gaze. "It was..." he began, his voice trailing off as he searched for the right words. "Intense," he finally admitted, a hint of uncertainty in his tone. "But maybe we should take it slow next time."
"Spencer, you were the one that kept going."
He gave you a sheepish smile. "I guess I got carried away a little," he admitted, a touch of embarrassment coloring his tone.
âA little?â
âFine, more than a little,â he confessed. âBut you didn't stop me either."
"That's because I was enjoying myself."
His embarrassment faded into amusement. "You're going to be the death of me one day, you know that?"
You grinned playfully at his remark. "Only if you're lucky," you teased, a mischievous twinkle in your eye.
Spencer chuckled, shaking his head fondly as he reached out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. He studied you, taking in the warmth in your eyes and the happy but serene smile that graced your lips as a surge of affection washed over him. "Then I must be the luckiest man alive."
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Ok so the recent post that you made on my filthy thot Logan how about you take the led of dominance one night instead of Logan and he absolutely loves it
a/n: nonnie, this is sooooo hot. I kinda had to adjust it a bit tho <3 hope you donât mind! thank you for sending this!!! đ©· mwah
you got my attention ê€ (l.h)
pairing: Logan Howlett x fem!reader
summary: Though Logan lets you take control and show your appreciation, in the end, you're still the one begging for him.
genre: smut (with some fluff in the end tbh) (18+ mdni)
word count: 5,8k
warnings/tags: established relationship, same universe as this fic, porn with barely no plot, reader is described as shorter than logan, lap dance, unprotected sex, piv sex, soft!dom logan, sub!reader, use of handcuffs, slight choking, dry humping, oral (f!receiving), multiple orgasms, creampie, slight orgasm denial / edging but itâs short ngl, overstimulation, face sitting, doggy, rough sex, major size kink, praise kink, dirty talk. some daddy kink? breeding kink fuck sorry. I wrote this while Iâm on my period lol. lots of pet names. this is high key filthy. reader has hair, no further description though. after care. this is not beta read sorry!
this goes without saying, but if you don't like it don't read it <3
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You're sitting on the bed you share with Logan, waiting for him to enter the bedroom where you're dressed in soft, pastel lilac lace lingerie. You've been intimate with Logan many times before, so you know what to expect, but this time feels a little different. Your heart is racing, and you're feeling a bit anxious. Logan usually takes control in the bedroom, but tonight, you've been wondering what it would be like if you were the one to take the lead.
If there's one thing you love doing, it's teasing Logan. You thrive on the thrill of acting out just to get a reaction from him, and you enjoy being a brat more than anything. You love being submissive, and there's nothing you'd rather be.Â
But the thought of making him feel like you're in control, even if only for a few minutes, gets you all hot and bothered. You know Logan might take back control quickly, but just having that moment of power excites you.
Youâve always thought that stripping for Logan or putting on a show would be something fun to try one night. The idea of showing him how much you appreciate him by dancing to sensual music while he sits back on a chair or the couch, watching your body move, excites you. Just thinking about it makes you feel hot and turned on.
Loganâs entrance pulls you out of your thoughts as the door swings open. His eyes lock on you immediately, taking in the sight of the delicate lingerie clinging to your skin. âHi, pretty girl,â he says with a playful smile, clearly appreciating the little fabric you're wearing.Â
The lingerie youâre wearing is a lilac set with turquoise and lilac flowers embroidered onto the lace. The cups of your balconette bra are pretty transparent unless itâs for the floral details at the top to the middle of the cups, barely covering your nipples. You can see his eyes travel from your chest to your waist as he takes in the elastic band, covered with the same lace pattern, of the suspenders. His eyes linger a bit too long as he takes in the small thing that barely hides the curves of your ass. A matching thong, the elastic band sitting just below your suspenders. Loganâs eyes wander from your covered core to your shoulders as he notices the lilac see through robe with lacy details hanging off your shoulders loosely.
âHi,â you manage to respond, your voice soft and trembling. Your cheeks heating up as his intense gaze travels up and down your body, sending a wave of warmth through you. For a brief second, you feel the familiar pull to submit, to let him take control like always. But then you remind yourself to stick to your original intentions.
You swallow hard, your heart pounding in your chest. Sticking to your original plan, you clear your throat and muster the courage to speak, despite the stutter. âC-could you, uh, sit in the chair?â You ask, nervously. Logan raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your request.
An amused smile then tugs at the corners of his lips as he nods briefly, surprised but clearly understanding what you're trying to do. âAre you asking or telling?â Logan teases, his voice smooth, challenging, and dripping with amusement.
The playful tone sends a shiver through you, momentarily shaking your confidence. You know heâs testing you, waiting to see if youâll follow through. Swallowing the nervousness building inside you, you take a slow, deep breath, determined to stick to your plan, no matter how intimidating his presence feels right now.
His response makes your heart pound in your chest. Mustering up every ounce of confidence you can find, you lock eyes with him and say, âI said go sit in the chair.â The words feel foreign on your tongue, definitely out of character for you, but there's a spark of amusement in Logan's eyes that encourages you to keep going.
You can tell heâs entertained by this rare side of you, and though it feels strange, the thrill of his reaction pushes you to stick with it. His eyebrow raises slightly, the hint of a smirk playing on his lips, and for a moment, you feel a rush of control that excites you even more.
Logan never takes his eyes off you as he makes his way to the chair in the corner of the room. Settling into it, he leans back, his posture relaxed, yet his gaze remains sharp and unwavering. You watch as takes off his shirt and pulls down his jeans, exposing his hard cock pressing against his boxers. The look he gives you, despite your attempt to take control, makes it clear he still holds the power. His mischievous eyes silently tell you he could end your little fantasy whenever he chooses, effortlessly reminding you of whoâs really in charge, even as he watches you with quiet anticipation.
Logan watches you walk towards the closet, opening it before you kneel down on the soft carpet in front of it as your hand tries to reach for something inside the closet. His eyes travel to your ass, observing your curves, how plump your ass looks. The way your cheeks squeeze the barely there material between them.
You can practically feel his eyes burning into youâmore specifically, your assâbecause you know exactly where he's staring. The heat of his gaze makes you bite your bottom lip in anticipation. After rummaging for a moment, you finally find what youâre looking for and stand up slowly, making sure to give Logan a lingering view of your curves. The sound of his low groan reaches your ears, sending a thrill through you. You close the closet doors and turn around, carefully hiding the vivid pink, silky handcuffs you picked up along with the lingerie just days ago.
Keeping the handcuffs tucked behind your back, you walk slowly toward him, not quite ready to reveal your little secret yet. As you reach him, you lean down to plant a soft, teasing kiss on his lips. It ends far too quickly for his liking, and a deep grunt escapes his throat as you pull away, leaving him wanting more. Your hand trails lightly from one of his shoulders, across his chest, to the other, the soft touch of your fingers making his skin feel like it's on fire. You can feel the tension radiating off him, his body almost trembling from the contact, as you circle behind him. You know he could moan from just the simple touch, and the thought of having him on edge excites you even more.
You take the handcuffs, the sound of the metal clinking behind him making Loganâs ears perk up. You hook one around his wrist, half-expecting him to protest, but when he remains silent, you continue and secure the other cuff in place. You lift your head to his neck, leaning down to press a soft kiss at his pulse point, making him moan as you finish up behind him. Walking back to face him, you notice a playful smile spread across his face, a look that makes your heart race.
âWhat?â you ask, mirroring his amused expression, but a sudden wave of self-consciousness washes over you as you realise heâs not taking you seriously at all.
âNothing, princess,â Logan shrugs, his grin widening.Â
You roll your eyes at his nonchalance. âSure.â Normally, on any other day, Logan would have you pinned beneath him or bent over his knee, spanking you until your skin is flushed and raw. But tonight, he finds it endearing to watch you take charge. So, instead of resisting, he decides to lean into it. In fact, heâs more than willing to let you explore this new dynamic and see just how far youâll take it.
Then, you lean down and plant a soft kiss just beneath his ear, eliciting a deep groan from him. âNow sit back and watch. Let me take care of you,â you whisper seductively in his ear, your breath warm against his skin. With that, you glide toward the desk, feeling the thrill of anticipation coursing through you as you search for the perfect song to dance to.Â
A smile spreads across your face as you finally settle on a track that feels just right. Pressing play, the smooth beats of "Sway" by Majid Jordan fill the room, setting the mood with its sultry rhythm. As the music envelops you, you can sense Loganâs eyes on you, filled with a mix of curiosity and desire. The moment feels electric, and you know itâs time to give him a show he wonât forget.
You stride toward the bed, positioning yourself right in the center of the room, directly in front of him. As the singer begins to croon the lyrics, you let the robe slide down your shoulders, pausing just at your elbows, deliberately teasing him with each movement. Swaying your hips slowly to the beat of the song, you lick your lips, feeling the heat of his gaze on you.Â
With each deliberate motion, your hands glide slowly up and down your chest, accentuating your curves as you keep your eyes locked on his. You circle your hips, letting the rhythm guide you, fully aware of the effect it has on him. The air is thick with tension, and you can feel the desire radiating from him, fueling your confidence as you embrace the moment.
Temptation, conversation, I hear what you sayin'~âȘÂ
You lose yourself to the song as you move your body closer to his, still keeping a good distance between you two.Â
âBaby girl, youâre so hotâŠâ Logan groans as his eyes admire your body, his eyes flicking back and forth from one place to the other like he doesnât know where to look.
Playing safe but we're losing our patience~âȘÂ
With each sway (literally, like the title of the song) of your hips, you move to the rhythm of the song, feeling the music pulse through you as you notice his gaze tracing the curves of your body, lingering over every dip and contour.
The combination of his awestruck expression and your confident movements sends a thrill through you, urging you to keep going. You enjoy the way he watches, almost hypnotised, as you revel in the moment, fully aware that youâre in control.
Doin' things that my body is cravin'~âȘÂ
Your fingers wander from your hips to your backside and you squeeze your cheeks softly as you give Logan a show. The moment he sees you touching yourself like this, a low moan escapes his lips, and you canât help but bite your own in response, revelling in the effect you have on him.
The pleasure of his gaze fuels your confidence, making you feel even more desirable. You relish the way he watches, captivated and hungry for more, as you continue to tease him, lost in the thrill of the moment.
So amazing the way that she moves~âȘ She's my favorite dancer~âȘÂ
Seductively, you slowly turn around, then you sink yourself to the floor. Once on your knees, you crawl steadily towards him. As youâre slowly making your way to him, youâre never breaking eye contact as you smile up at him.Â
As you draw closer, you rise up onto your knees, your hands gliding along his ankles and tracing up to his thighs. You gently spread his legs wider, making room for yourself between them. Logan's breath hitches in his throat at your boldness, and you canât help but smile coyly as you bite your bottom lip, savouring his reaction.Â
Your hands continue their journey, moving from his thighs to his hips and then to his waist, feeling the heat radiating off him. Slowly but sensually, you rise in front of him, each movement deliberate, exuding confidence and allure as you prepare to captivate him even further.
âYouâre breathtakingâŠâ he moans your name while your lips move to ghost over his lips. You feel and see his squirm against the hold of the handcuffs.
You smirk as you hover your hips over his lap. Using the music to your advantage, you move your body to the rhythm of the song, making sure to emphasise on your movements. Your arms around his neck as you slowly lower your lower body on his lap, sitting down, your heat against his clothed cock straining against his underwear. Pressing your needy and throbbing clit against his dick. His eyes are gazing into yours, all you can see is lust and desire. You grind against his crotch making Logan groan at your movements. Finally you lean down your lips against his, swallowing his moans in your mouth.Â
âYouâre the prettiest little thing Iâve ever seen.â He whispers breathily against your lips as you continue your little performance, swaying and grinding your hips against his. You hum with a smile before you capture his lips again.Â
His mouth moves against yours, slow and passionate. He parts his lips slightly to catch his breath. Your tongue sweeps across Loganâs lips making him gasp, tongue wrapping itself against his a moment later, hot and wet and steady as you taste his mouth and kiss him deeply.
Your tongues slowly swirl and dance against each other as your hands wander all over his body. You feel your core clench around nothing and become even more wet the more you grind against him. You whimper at the feel of him bucking his hips against yours, wrapping your arms around his neck and initiating a hungry kiss. The thong youâre wearing surely ruined by now, clinging against your wet folds.
Soon the music would fade into the background as all you can focus on is him. Loganâs leaning his head forward as much as he can, wanting so badly to grab handfuls of your ass while slipping his tongue into your mouth. He moans into your mouth, biting and sucking on your bottom lip.Â
You begin to rock your hips against his, dragging your core over his crotch, the friction sending pleasurable sensations coursing through you. However, a wave of self-consciousness washes over you, leaving you unsure about how to proceed. Despite this uncertainty, you continue the movement, instinctively seeking relief for the ache building in your core.Â
Logan notices the hesitation in your movements, his perceptive gaze catching the flicker of insecurity in your eyes. He starts to thrust his hips against yours, urging you on. âGood girl, you can do it,â he says in his low, deep voice, the words igniting a whimper from your lips as you pick up the pace, guiding your hips a bit faster in response.Â
âNeed you, kitten. Please, I need to feel you. Take these panties off,â he pleads, his tone dripping with desire. You shake your head, refusing to comply, which only draws a chuckle from him as he watches you squirm on top of him.
âI donât take orders from you. Iâll choose when I want to take them off,â you retort, feeling a thrill of defiance as his eyes wander from your face to your soaked panties. The big wet spot at the front betrays just how much you want his cock filling you up, pushing deep inside and making a mess.
âJust you wait until Iâm out of these,â Logan replies, maintaining that boyish smile that makes your heart race. You hardly care about his playful threat; instead, you steady yourself on his shoulders and keep grinding your clit against his clothed cock. Heâs right about the panties, but youâre not about to let him dictate the moment. Reaching down, you push the fabric aside, letting your pussy lips glide against him, the contact sending shivers through your body.Â
âOh, kitten,â he moans, captivated by the sight of your arousal dripping down onto his underwear. âLook at you.â His low, sultry voice sends a jolt of pleasure through you, the sensation of his throbbing cock against your wetness nearly overwhelming.
âFeels so fucking good,â you cry out, your eyes squeezing shut as waves of pleasure wash over you.
As the pressure builds toward your orgasm, you suddenly stand up, discarding the delicate lingerie that clings to you. As youâre undressing yourself in front of him he canât help but growl. You glance at him cautiously, as he stares at you hungrily. Youâre longing for him to taste you but feeling a hint of embarrassment about taking the initiative. Itâs as if he can read your mind when he says, âGo ahead baby girl, let me taste you.â His encouragement sparks a rush of confidence within you, urging you to take control and fully embrace the moment.
His choice of words only heightens your arousal, making it feel as if heâs the one compelling you to act. Logan's cock is oozing with precum, and you can feel the dampness spreading on his underwear as you hook a leg over his shoulder, bringing yourself closer to him.Â
You stretch a bit uncomfortably in this position, but any discomfort fades away the moment he leans forward and licks from your entrance to the top of your clit.Â
A loud moan escapes you as his warm, wet tongue finally makes contact with your pussy. You sigh into the sensation, your eyes fluttering shut as you tangle your fingers in his hair, anchoring yourself as you urge him deeper. His tongue glides up your folds, skillfully exploring your puffy lips, occasionally pausing to plant soft kisses on your clit. He encircles your clit and sucks, pulling whimpering pleas from your mouth.
Logan groans against you, sending delicious vibrations coursing through your body as you tug on his hair, lost in the pleasure. You find yourself grinding your hips forward, desperately seeking more contact as your arousal drips down into his beard.
âThatâs it, good girl, use my fuckinâ mouth,â he moans against you, taking your clit between his lips and sucking gently. He alternates between sucking it in and releasing it, the repetitive motion making your head spin. âTaste so good.â
âFuck, Loââ you whine as you grind yourself against his lips.
Each flick and tug sends you spiralling, and you begin to whine, yearning for his large fingers to fill your tight little hole. Frustration simmers beneath the surface as you slip deeper into that precious sub headspace, becoming acutely aware of his restrained hands. Logan picks up on your shift in mood immediately.
âPlease, Lo,â you cry out, desperation lacing your voice. You need him so badly it borders on painful.
âPlease, what?â he retorts, then dives his tongue into your clenching hole, making you gasp. He groans, fucking your little pussy with his tongue, his nose brushing tantalizingly over your clit. âThis is what you wanted, ainât that right?âÂ
âF-fuck, ah, Iâm gonna c-cum,â you gasp, urgency spilling from your lips instead of a question. The relentless contact of his nose against your sensitive clit pushes you to the edge, and your pussy contracts around his tongue, releasing a wave of pleasure. You scream his name repeatedly, tugging at his hair with a mix of urgency and desperation, your ears ringing as the world around you fades into bliss, unaware of the metal cuffs breaking free.
You can feel his hands on your skin, the heat of your orgasm squirting out of you, painting his mouth beautifully as he continues to feast on your cunt. You breathe heavily as Logan moans loudly at the sweet taste of you, feeling both blissed out and utterly exposed.
Youâre still coming down from your high when suddenly, you yelp in surprise as he lifts you with ease, your trembling legs instinctively wrapping around his body. In one fluid motion, Logan throws you onto the bed, and a whine escapes your lips as you feel the familiar neediness surge within you, your pussy so slick and wanting for more.
He pulls his boxers down, letting his erection finally spring free. Loganâs thick and big cock is so hard, dripping with precum and you almost whimper at the sight of it. He then makes his way up to the bed. Situating himself between your legs he smiles deviously.Â
Ohâ
âGet on your hands and knees for me, kitten. Iâll show you whoâs in control.âÂ
Your cheeks flare up furiously at his request, you feel your body trembling with excitement as you flip on your stomach, getting on your hands and knees, your face down on the mattress as you raise your ass in the air for him. Logan groans when you wiggle for him, spreading your legs a bit more for him exposing more of your pussy.
You bite your bottom lip and canât help getting even more aroused as you think about finally having him inside.
âSuch a pretty pussy, baby. All dripping wet for me,â he whispers to you and you feel his fingers sliding up and down your slit and then opening your folds for him to see.
You wanted to tell him how heâs the only one that can do this to you, how much you love him, but then he grabs both of your ass cheeks in his hands, parting them as he quickly leans down and licks up your exposed pussy, catching you completely by surprise making you almost fall on the bed, your arms almost giving out on you.
You feel your inner walls clenching around nothing as he keeps licking up and down and sucking on your clit. When you whine, his tongue swirls around your entrance.
âF-fuck, s-so sensitive. Da-daddy please, ohââ
But then he pulls his lips away from your lower ones and you whimper desperately at the loss of the feeling of his tongue, only to have him kiss your lower back and up your spine, hands sliding up and down your body.
âPlease,â you whine pathetically.
You can't see it, but he's smiling down at you, shaking his head as he revels in his victory over the battle for control. âWhat happened, baby? Suddenly you need my help?â
You shake your head yes rapidly, not caring how desperate you look. âPlease, please, Iâll be good for you, please. Iâll be your good girl.âÂ
âI thought you wanted to be in control,â he pokes fun at you, his hips not touching as he places soft kisses down your back. You wish he was fucking into you already. You start to whine when you feel his thumb press into your clit. He doesnât move it at all, just applies slight pressure and lets it rest there. âBut you need your daddy, donât you? You need me so badly. Pathetic little kitty.âÂ
âI-I do,â you gasp, frustrated by his unmoving thumb. Your body is trembling in anticipation. âPlease daddy.âÂ
A moment later you feel him grind his thick cock against your dripping heat, youâre aching for him to fill you up. A loud moan fills the room along with your whines, with a strong grip on your hips a second later he eases the tip inside, making you gasp as your whole body trembles.Â
âPleaseâŠâ You whine desperately as you feel him halt his movements, a small portion of the tip only inside you. Wiggling your hips you try to push back against him but the strong hold that he has on you makes it hard for you to move.
âPatience baby girl,â
You whimper as he finally slides more and more of his thickness inside of you. You squeeze your eyes tightly as he fills you up. The pressure of his cock deep within your walls overwhelms you while you clutch the sheets below you in tight fists.
âTake it, princess. Take daddyâs cock.â
Then his massive cock is completely splitting you open. Logan thrusts his whole length into you, black dots cover your vision at the feeling of it. Your pussy pulses around him as you struggle to adjust to his size.
âAh, fuck!â Tears are already dripping down your face onto the mattress. His cock is so big, long and hard and he makes your pussy and tummy feel so full of him.Â
You whimper at the new angle, struggling to accommodate his impressive girth. It feels as though your pussy can never fully adjust to his size. As your walls squeeze around him, trying to adapt, Logan uses more force to push deeper, stretching you further. The sensation is intense, almost overwhelming, as it feels like youâre being torn open, split in half by his thickness.
âOh, sweet girl. Iâve got you,â he soothes and starts moving, fucking you at an impossible pace. The sound of your ass slapping against him fills the room along with both of your frantic moans. His heavy balls are hitting against your clit with every thrust. The feeling is heaven on earth.Â
All you can answer with are moans as they slip off your lips. Your mind goes blank as all you can do is focus on the feel of him stretching you, filling you up, so overwhelmed with bliss already. He thrusts deeper inside you, earning whines and moans as you continue to cry out his name. You try to tell Logan, breathlessly, about how good he makes you feel. The sound of your pleasure fuels his desire to fuck you better, urging him to do more. Logan picks up his pace, thrusting into you quicker, harder, hitting the spot that has your body going numb.
You claw at the sheets, burying your face into the mattress to muffle your screams. The air is all stuffy around you as his hips move faster, you whine as you try to push back your hips against his to take more of his thick cock. He moans at the sight, kneading your ass as he tries to bury himself more inside you, the tip hitting your cervix instantly. Your eyes roll back inside your head as you dig your fingers more into the bed, you mewl against the sheets at the overwhelming pleasure heâs giving you.
âF-fuck fuck fuck, this feels so goooohhhood daddy, p-please moreâŠâ
âYeah? You love being filled with all of my cock donât you?â He grunts as he slaps your ass once, making you cry out in pleasure. Your moans grow louder with each movement, blending with the slick sounds of your pussy meeting his dick over and over again. The sounds mix along with the little noises of pleasure escaping your mouth.Â
âDoes that feel good, pretty girl?â Logan asks as he leans down his body closer to yours making him hit your cervix repeatedly. You whimper and tremble underneath him as you nod, he moans against your ear as he whispers close to you. âDoes it feel good? That Iâm fucking you like this? Just the way you like it.â
âYes, daddy. Fuck, please⊠Can I please cum?â you ask this time, completely out of breath.Â
âNo, you little brat,â Logan growls, picking up the pace even more. He grabs you by your hair, jerks your head up and pulls you back towards him. âPatience.âÂ
The delicious thrusts of his cock donât falter as he presses your back into his chest. He wraps a strong hand around your throat, and the other arm holds you steady by the waist.Â
âI canât, I canât,â you whimper repeatedly, your body trembling with need.
âOh, I know you can,â he says aggressively. âI know you fuckinâ can. And you will.âÂ
He grinds his hips in circles, and you nearly scream from the overwhelming sensation. You desperately try to hold back the orgasm that's building rapidly, clenching your pussy tightly around his thick cock. He lets out deep moans at the feeling of you, fully aware that heâs close to cumming but wanting to savour your pussy for just a little longer. Logan slows his pace slightly, giving both of you a brief moment to catch your breath before he picks up the rhythm again, quick and rough.
âLook so pretty when youâre stretched around my cock, fuck, bet you look pretty full of my cum too.â Logan cursed when you purposefully tighten your walls around him. âIâm gonna fill this pussy up, kitten, make it all nice and full,â he promises.
The head of his cock rubs against your walls deliciously, snapping you out of your small daze as you nod frantically. âYes, yesyes please. Fill me up daddy!â Youâre whimpering with every thrust of his cock.Â
âTell me whoâs in control and Iâll let you cum,â he says slowly into your ear, grip around your throat tightening a bit and making the feeling that more intense.
âYou, Lo,â you manage to get out, âAlways you.â
âCum on my cock then,â Logan gives you permission. Another few thrusts is all it takes to send you over the edge, shouting out his name as your ears ring from the pressure. Youâre on cloud nine as you let your body relax and feel the brutal pounding of his cock. It drags inside of you so perfectly, hitting every sweet spot you have. Your needy cunt is clenching, throbbing, and milking his cock while you cum all over him. Logan groans in your ear as your walls spasm around his cock, milking him for his orgasm, desperate for him to fill you up the way he promised. âThis pussy was made for me. So fuckinâ tight wrapped around me.âÂ
Your cum drips down both of your legs, coating his cock and balls, quickly forming a wet spot on the sheets beneath you. As the waves of your orgasm wash over you, Logan talks you through it, whispering dirty nothings in your ear. He gasps as you pulse around him, desperate for him to spill his load inside you, needing to witness him fall apart.
âAh, shitââ he rasps, thrusting deeper, the bulbous head of his cock hitting your cervix with delicious force. âAre you going to take my cum like a good girl? Let me fill you up until youâre a messy little thing, hm?â
You shiver at his words, your mouth dropping open in awe as you close your eyes, completely lost in the sensation, nodding eagerly. âPlease, please.â
Moments later, you feel him unravel against you, and soon his cum starts to shoot deep inside you.Â
âFuck, just like that,â he breathes, his voice thick with pleasure. âSuch a good baby girl.â
As his thrusts come to a complete stop, he pulls out of you, and you let your body fall limp against the mattress, feeling utterly drained. Soon Logan wraps an arm around you, effortlessly spinning you around to pull you against his chest. He kisses you softly, and you moan at the taste of yourself still on his lips. As he pulls away, he gazes down at you with soft eyes and a charming smile, the warmth of the moment enveloping you both.
âSorry for ruining your little plan,â Logan teases gently, a playful glint in his eyes.
âNo, thatâs okay,â you reply quickly, smiling up at him. âI figured Iâd give it a try⊠but I feel like Iâm not that great at it.â
He shakes his head, leaning closer. âDonât be so hard on yourself, sweet girl. That was so fuckin' hot. In fact, I might want you to try it again.â
âYeah?â you ask, your eyes brightening at his praise.
He nods, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. âMaybe next time, I can teach you a thing or two about taking control.â
âReally?â You smile happily, your fingers running through his messy dark hair.Â
âMhm,â he hums, his heart swelling at your excitement.
Biting your lip bashfully, you shrug, looking up at him with a shy smile. âI much prefer having you in control, though.â
âThat so?â Logan smirks mischievously, his hands beginning to wander all over your body, reigniting the familiar heat between you.
âYes, youâre so hot when youâre dominant,â you giggle, leaning up to cover Loganâs face with playful kisses.
âOh, just when Iâm dominant?â he teases, smirking down at you with a playful glint in his eyes.
âLogan, you know what I mean!â you pout, continuing to pepper kisses all over his face. âYouâre always hot!â
Logan chuckles, his deep voice vibrating through you as he gently cups your cheeks with both hands, trying to capture your lips. Once he does, he presses a series of quick, light pecks against your mouth, grinning widely. You giggle against him, the sound filling the space between you both as he keeps chasing your lips, clearly enjoying the lighthearted moment.
âI love you so much, baby. You mean everything to me,â Logan murmurs against your lips, his voice low and full of emotion. You wrap your arms around his back, pulling him closer as his warmth surrounds you.Â
With a gentle roll, Logan shifts your bodies, laying you down so your back sinks into the softness of the blankets and pillows. His lips never leave yours as you feel yourself getting lost in the kiss, his hands still cradling your face, his thumb brushing tenderly across the skin under your eyes.Â
âYouâre everything to me too, Lo,â you whisper, your voice soft and full of affection, a smile tugging at your lips. âI love you.â
Youâre both basking in each otherâs presence, the quiet intimacy between you settling into something warm and peaceful. The earlier rush of passion has given way to a serene calmness, where even the soft rhythm of your breaths seems to sync together. Loganâs fingers trace idle patterns on your skin, and you feel completely at ease, wrapped in his embrace.Â
Then, just as youâre lulled into this tranquil moment, you notice a familiar gleam of mischief in Loganâs eyes. His hands slowly slide down to your hips, fingers pressing lightly against your skin in a way that sends a subtle thrill through you. He caresses you slowly, and the soft strokes make your body stir.Â
With a playful grin, he leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he murmurs, âAnother round?â His voice is teasing but full of intent, a promise of whatâs to come. You feel the shift in his energy, playful yet laced with the kind of desire that tells you heâs far from finished with you tonight.Â
âLogan!â you giggle, giving him a playful push, but he only grins wider. In a swift motion, he pulls you close again, silencing your laughter with a deep, passionate kiss. Your playful giggles soon turn into soft, breathy moans as his hands roam your body, and yours do the same, tracing the familiar lines of his muscles.
The night unfolds in a tangle of kisses and wandering hands, the air between you charged with love and desire. Every touch, every kiss, is a reminder of the bond you share, and the passion between you feels endless. The world fades away, and all that remains is Logan. His touch, his gaze, and the warmth of his presence pull you in, leaving you completely lost in him.
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Dialing up for Trouble
Summary: Reader and Spencer were fuck-buddies, until Spencer cuts her off quite suddenly. A party and some risque images may be enough to get them back to their old routine.
Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader
Category: Smut
Content Warning: semi-public sex, sexting, mentions of nude images and descriptions of generic lingerie, masturbation (f!receiving), penetrative sex, semi-dom!spencer
Word Count: 3.5 k
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ClichĂ©s bothered me. There was no other way to put it. Iâd grown up hating the likes of love triangles, meet-cutes, chosen ones, and right now, I was being reminded more than ever of that hatred because, what the fuck?Â
âToo much of a good thingâ was the reasoning Spencer had cited when he proposed we stop sleeping together casually, and return to our previous relationship of âjust coworkersâ. Iâd let him know how ridiculous I found his sentiment, and attempted every possible method to continue our secret rendezvous, but he was absolutely dead-set on his decision, it seemed.
 No more sex. No more late-night calls. None of it. It was all over. All because of a cliche.Â
We seemed to agree on one thing, and that was, yes. The sex was fantastic. It really was that good. While Iâd never wish weariness on Spencer Reid, I couldnât deny that in the aftermath of stress and frustration from whatever life had chosen for him, the way heâd deal with that was absolutely electrifying for me.
Iâd find myself constantly breathless, pulled into hotel rooms, storage closets- anything resembling the barest hint of privacy, and allow him to use me as he saw fit. I gave him complete trust and control over my body, and in turn, he rewarded me with some incredibly life-changing orgasms. And for what itâs worth, he seemed to get an equal amount of satisfaction out of our hidden trysts, which only made his recent decision that more devastating. Â
Itâd been roughly a month since weâd had sex, or anything resembling the sort, and I found myself absolutely deprived. When the FBI gave out invitations to its semi-annual gala, I imagined the festivities would be enough to distract me, but I was completely in error for assuming so. Amidst drinks and conversations, there was the occasional lull where I couldnât help but absentmindedly imagine the feel of his hands over my skin, squeezing the fat of my hips. His lips trailing up and down my neck, focusing on spots only he knew about. The way his hair would tickle against my thighs when heâd bury his head-
âHey.âÂ
The voice breaks me out of my thoughts, and I have to remind myself not to choke on my beverage. There he was. The current subject of my thoughts, standing in front of me, live and in the flesh. Spencer Reid.Â
âHey.â I mirror back, taking a sip of my drink, acting as lax as I could, given the circumstances. âEnjoying yourself?â I ask, gesturing to the party in front of us, the general ambience.Â
âYou know me.â He replies, pausing for a second, keeping his gaze trained on mine. âNot my scene but.. doable.âÂ
I chuckle for a moment, understanding perfectly. Spencer wasnât exactly the most social guy out there. I was honestly surprised heâd chosen to come to this thing at all in the first place.Â
âYou look nice.â He says, suddenly. âYour dress. Itâs nice.â He rushes out the words, as if heâs scared to say them in the first place.Â
I smooth down the fabric instinctively, nodding. I try not to let the compliment affect me so much, keeping my head down for a split second to hide the creeping heat emanating from my cheeks.Â
 âThank you. I appreciate it.âÂ
I surprise myself with my own answer. The silence for that tick is horrible. I appreciate it? Jesus. I couldnât think of the right words anymore. The correct and witty response that would allow this conversation to flow smoothly.Â
 I truly wanted to fuck this man so bad, it made me look stupid.Â
And stupid I was, because yet again, I attempted to test the current parameters of our relationship heâd put us on. I swallow my pride, lifting my head to meet his eyes with mine.Â
âIf you like it so much, you could- you know. Take it off.â I say, biting my lip. Thereâs a light tease in my voice, but itâs obvious Iâm being as forthcoming as I possibly could. No games. No jokes. I didnât want to dance around it, and I hoped my boldness would reward me as it did previously in the past.Â
But no, it seems that fortune does not favor the bold, because Spencerâs immediate response was to shake his head, lowering his voice. He pulled on my arm to decrease our proximity, to the point where it was ensured no passer-bys could possibly hear our conversation.Â
âCome on.â He pleads, almost looking desperate. âI told you we should stop- hasnât that worked out? We can be coworkers. This works.â
I roll my eyes, letting my displeasure show plainly over my face. âThis works?â I say, and the sarcasm is clear in my voice. âSex worked too, you know.âÂ
âI know it did!â He says, in a hushed whisper. âBut- we canât. No. Itâs not right. Too much of a-âÂ
âIf you finish that sentence, I swear to god.â I say, my expression turning much more volatile. I forcibly shrug his arm off me. âThis is stupid.â I continue, trying not to let my voice rise. âI see the way you look at me. I know it was good for both of us. I know youâre thinking about it just as much as I am, so why not!â Thereâs a hint of hurt in my voice as well. Underneath all the sex, Iâd grown to miss the interactions after. The giggles under covers and the feel of his hair in my fingers. I missed him. All of him.Â
Thereâs a miserable pause on his end, and I hold my breath waiting for his next words. Spencer sputters, looking absolutely defeated. âBecause- because we just canât, okay?â He replies, helplessly, stepping back from me, as Iâd done with him. âLook. Iâm just going to enjoy the rest of the party, okay? Take care of yourself, yeah?âÂ
Before I can get in another word, demanding a real explanation from the man, he leaves me alone, replaying the words of his confusing outburst in my mind.Â
I take a short time to myself, electing to go use the restroom and take a breather from the party, a bit on edge after our exchange. Was it possible he was completely fine with what the loss of our arrangement had done to us? Was I the only one absolutely losing my mind? Any attempt to diverge my attention from the topic proved futile, and I remained in the closed room, mindlessly adjusting myself in the mirror with no real rhyme or reason. Thereâs an eventual use of my phone, focusing the camera directly on my face to make sure nothing had smudged or looked off on my face in the time Iâd last checked my makeup. In the use of the device, I remembered the pictures Iâd taken before coming here.Â
The pictures werenât meant to serve any true purpose. Iâd bought new lingerie for this dress, as my previous bras werenât suited to the cut and shape of the specific piece of clothing, and decided to take a few pictures for myself. It was lacy, and pretty, but nothing truly special. The bra had a slight push-up effect, and the panties were a bit cheekier than my normal, day-to-day undergarments. The actual lingerie was innocent- harmless, even. Looking at the images right now, though, a salacious idea creeped into my head.Â
Under the right circumstances, these could be exactly the catalyst to finally receiving what I wanted.Â
I open the messaging app on my phone, finding Spencerâs contact, and beginning to type out a simple message.Â
hey.Â
The response is immediate.Â
Whatâs up?Â
You good?Â
Whereâd you go?Â
I laugh a little. I imagined him scanning the crowd for me, trying to figure out where Iâd gone off to.Â
all good, donât worry
so weâre still sticking to the no sex thing?Â
I see his typing bubble pop up, then pause. Then starts up again.Â
Yes.Â
Trust me, itâs for the better.Â
I groan internally. Of course he thinks that. Always thinks he knows whatâs good for everyone.Â
trust meÂ
if you knew what i had planned for us
you wouldnât say that
I feel my phone vibrate in my hand, indicating he was now calling me? I hadnât planned for this.Â
âSpencer?â I remark, waiting for his voice on the line.Â
âWhat do you mean?â He says, quickly. I can no longer hear the bustle of the party in the background, so itâs only reasonable to assume heâs moved somewhere quieter. Still, I ask.Â
âAre you around other people?â I murmur, keeping my voice low.Â
âNo. Alone. What did you mean by your last message?â He repeats, quickly.Â
Thereâs my in. I respond, feigning an unmistakable innocence in my voice. âMind if I show you?âÂ
âShow me?â The confusion in his voice is palpable.Â
âShow you.â I reply, more definitively. âCheck your messages.âÂ
I bring my phone away from my ear, electing to send the first picture I saw in my camera roll, which prominently featured my breasts- a feature of mine I knew Spencer was quite interested in. I return to the call, my heart pounding wildly.Â
âDid you see?â I ask, hesitantly, when all I can hear is his breathing on the other line.Â
The response is a choked out, breathy mess of a sentence. âYeah- I did. Jesus.âÂ
âWant more?â I murmur, biting my lip as the realization dawned on me that this possibly had a chance of working.Â
Thereâs a delay in his words on the line, before I finally hear:
âYes. God, yes.âÂ
I grin ear-to-ear, beginning to send an assortment of pictures Iâd taken previously in the day. Knowing this was having an effect on him, that somewhere in this party Spencer was sitting alone, his gaze trained on his phone intently, did something to me. He was behaving this way because of my body, because of what I could do to him.Â
It was hard not to get wet at the thought.Â
âYou look so good.â He breathes out, and the desire in his voice is unmistakable.Â
âYeah?â I mumble to the speaker. âYou think so?âÂ
âMhm.â He murmurs. âYouâre wearing this right now?â He asks, seemingly needing that confirmation at this moment. Â
âIn all its glory.â I try not to giggle before murmuring teasingly, âWhat, you wanna see?âÂ
âWhere are you?â He asks, suddenly seeming very determined. I can hear the shuffling on the other line, indicating he was now starting to move from where he was currently situated. He was completely, and utterly serious about this.Â
âBathroom, on the left corridor of the entrance.â I say, feeling exhilarated at the thought of him meeting me here. This was happening.Â
Finally.Â
âStay.â He replies, and the call cuts.Â
Thereâs an impatient itch that creeps up on me during the two-minute wait for him, before I hear a solid knock on the door, and my name being whispered through the door, belonging to a voice Iâd grown so accustomed to and fond of.Â
My fingers undo the lock, opening it just enough so that he could squeeze through without drawing too much attention to ourselves right now.Â
And as soon as heâs managed in, heâs practically on me, devouring me with a kiss with a passion Iâd never felt from him before. My hands go to wrap around his neck, pressing our bodies flush against each other, every ragged breath of his shooting directly to my core, which was now throbbing with need.Â
âFuck. Missed this so much.â He breathes out, gasping for air in between our kisses. I couldnât so much as get a whimper out, before heâd dive right in again. Itâs like he wanted to eat me alive.Â
And Iâd let him.Â
I moan softly into his mouth, starved for more contact between us. Itâs as if he can read my mind, because in an instant, he guides us from the center of the bathroom, towards a wall, slotting his thigh between my legs. He takes a momentary break from ravishing me with his lips, now adopting a slower, more sensual pace as he works down my neck, each soft kiss leaving me craving him even more. Â
His hands drift down to my hips, keeping me pinned against the wall as he murmured soft praises. My legs felt wobbly, absolutely taken aback by how quickly I could go weak for this man.Â
âYou like this, mm?â He mumbles, letting his teeth nip over the lobe of my ear, before switching to a more neglected side of my neck. âLike me that much, mm?âÂ
I donât care about the cockiness in his tone. I donât care how smug I render him. I just need him to continue this, for as long as I can have him.Â
âYes.â I breathe out, my voice higher-pitched than it normally would be. âGod. Love this so much.âÂ
Thereâs a flash of hesitance from him, as he pulls his face away from my neck, staring at my eyes with his own. I canât dwell on the pause, because for once, Iâm finally seeing him. His hair was absolutely ruined, sticking up wildly in different directions. His cheeks were a light pink, serving to make his features even prettier and doe-like than before. But what got me were his eyes. His pupils were blown out, the normal honey-hazel Iâd seen on a daily basis replaced with an absolute abyss of black. The darkness served to cause a surge within me, practically launching forward to meet his lips with mine.Â
There are no words required for what happens next, as I feel his hand creep up my back, pulling me away from the wall and towards the closest surface, which happened to be the sink. He guides me to bend over, and I do so with no resistance.
 He could have me, whichever way he wanted, whenever he wanted. All I needed was his touch.Â
I can feel him crouch to his knees, slowly reaching under my dress to hook his fingers around my panties, slowly pulling them down. I can feel a string of my arousal clinging to the fabric, and it seems Spencer can too, because he practically moans as he drags the soiled piece of lingerie down my thighs. I step out of them quickly, and turn my head back, fast enough to see him stuff the proof of our debauchery down his suit pocket.Â
âEyes ahead.â He whispers, leaning down close to my ear to nip at the sensitive flesh again.Â
âOkay.â I murmur, slipping into a more submissive version of myself that he seemed to bring out in me. Thereâs a sense of relaxation and excitement all at the same time, and Iâm absolutely wracked with lust for him.Â
His fingers stroke my clit for a moment, applying pressure in just the right way. The movements are practiced, precise and guaranteed to hurl me off the edge if he continues this way.Â
âYouâre soaked, sweetheart.â He murmurs, almost amazed, letting his fingers slip away. âAll this for me?âÂ
I can barely respond, whimpering and nodding. âYes. Please- Spencer.â I beg, needily.Â
âI know, I know.â He replies, and I can hear how pleased he is. Thereâs a certain delight he derives from my submission, and while in any other circumstance, the smugness he displays would turn me off, right now it only served to further my hunger.Â
I can feel him start to work on his belt, sliding the coarse material of his dress pants just enough, so that his cock could spring free. I canât see it, but I can feel it, his tip sliding through my folds, and I clench at the thought of him finally being inside of me.Â
Just when I believed his teasing to be done, thereâs a knock at the door, and we both freeze. Spencer swallows, and quickly raises his voice. âOccupied!âÂ
Thereâs silence, and that previous sense of lust and content drifts back into our bodies, Spencerâs fingers trace up to my face, and he lets his finger slip into my mouth. I can taste my arousal on his fingers, and thereâs a genuine struggle on my end to stay upright. How could I, when the man behind me rendered me so indisposed?Â
He draws his fingers out of my mouth. âGood girl.â He whispers.
It seems the universe has other plans though, because yet again- a knock sounds at the door. I can hear Spencerâs groan, and watch through the mirror as he attempts to come up with a response that would give us the seclusion we required.Â
My patience however, had worn thin. His cock was right there, and Iâd be damned if I was forced to wait any longer. I turn my head towards the door, complacency and submission gone from my voice.Â
âDo you mind? Iâm trying to fuck him in here!â I say, snarking out the words.Â
Thereâs a silence, and a murmur of mortification on the other side of the door. Footsteps. And then at last, silence.Â
Spencer quickly leans down to kiss my cheek, mumbling out an âI love you.âÂ
Before I can even comprehend the words, heâs guiding himself into me, sliding his cock through my walls, and I have to bite my lip to keep a scream in. He feels so fucking good inside of me, stretching me out in ways no man ever could. I can feel the underside of his cock hitting that spongy spot deep inside of me, and my breathing turns rapid in mere seconds.Â
âThere we go, relax for me baby, yeah?â He mumbles. âNice and slow.âÂ
I moan out my affirmative, gripping onto the sink as I let my jaw drop, eyes squeezing in absolute ecstasy. âSo good for me.â He murmurs. âSo warm and wet, Jesus.âÂ
And with that, he starts a pace that works for both of us. Itâs hard and fast, but I wouldnât have it any other way. The feel of his cock gliding through my puffy walls is intoxicating, and I can only wonder how I went so long without feeling it.Â
It seems Spencerâs having similar thoughts, because through my moans and his occasional groans, I can feel his grip on my hips get more bruising by the second, marking me as his own. I can hear occasional fragments of words through his noises.Â
âNever letting you go. Oh fuck. Fuck.â He mumbles, and despite the overwhelming amount of arousal shooting through me, my heart swells.Â
âMe too.â I whimper out, gripping the sink even harder. I can feel my wetness seeping all around us, splashing against my thighs with every movement he drives into me. âNeed you so badly.âÂ
âRub your clit for me.â He demands, whispering out the words. âNeed to see you come on my cock first, pretty girl.â The words are strained, and I can tell heâs doing everything to keep from spilling inside of me prematurely.Â
Thereâs no reason to temporize, and my fingers make their way down to the sensitive bundle of nerves, and the effect is almost immediate. It takes roughly a minute of my incessant rubbing and the feel of him inside me before Iâm coming with a soft shout, growing limp against the sink as my muscles twitch and fill me with a deep sense of relief and satisfaction.Â
Spencer isnât far behind me, humping into me a few more times before coming inside of me, the release signified with a loud moan and a sense of warmth flooding my deepest point. He slumps against my back, pressing a few, soft kisses to my neck.Â
As we both come down from our highs, I recall the words Spencer mumbled in my ear previously. I let out a self-satisfied giggle, which Spencer smiles at.Â
âMm. Whatâs that about?â He murmurs.Â
âYou love me?â I ask, softly.Â
A pause.Â
âA little.â He responds, voice equally as soft.Â
âIs that why you stopped having sex with me?â I mumble out, gently.Â
He presses another kiss to the nape of my neck. âMhm. Please donât be mad.âÂ
I let out a soft chuckle. âNot mad. The opposite, really.âÂ
He pulls me up, causing us both to look at each other. âYou feel the same way?âÂ
I nod, biting my lip. âWe could try this out, I think. I want to, Spencer.âÂ
I stop, and decide I do need to tease him a bit, especially after the sex-less agony he put me through for a month.Â
âThough, I do recall someone telling me too much of a good thing can go bad..âÂ
His lips part in confusion, before he picks up the teasing nature of my words and leans in for a soft, simple kiss. He keeps his forehead on mind, his eyes staring into mine with a gentle reverence.Â
âLetâs indulge just this once.âÂ
holy shit has it been a long time since i've written a fic!! i'm so sorry?! i've been dealing with life and other assorted things and writing sort of took a backseat in that period of time <3 i hope this was okay. as usual any feedback, likes, comments, reblogs are so so greatly appreciated. i love writing for spencer, and i hope you guys like that writing too <3 i'm sorry that the two previous fics i promised seem to be delayed, i swear i'm gonna write those next, but inspiration sort of just struck on my end f or this, and i hope it was good <3 but yeah!! thank you so much for reading and interacting with this in any way you choose!! i appreciate it greatly!!
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sucking off sub!rafe
PAIRING | sub!rafe x dom!female!reader
WARNING | 18+ only, smut, sub!rafe, use of mommy, oral (m receiving)
A/N | some sub!rafe cause I felt like it and because @chimindity motivated me to đ€ this was kinda rushed and it's been awhile since I last wrote smut so...enjoy!
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You sigh when you hear the front door of Tannyhill slam shut, the sound echoing through the house all the way to Rafe's room where you're sprawled out on his bed, scrolling through your phone.
Rafe went for a golf session with Topper and the way he stomps his way to his room you know it probably didn't end well, which you'll probably hear him complain about the moment he enters the room.
Just like you predicted he pushes the door open, grumbling under his breath as he lets the bag with his clubs fall on the ground with a thud before letting himself fall back first onto his mattress beside you, his hand finding home on your ass, squeezing one time.
"How was golf?" You ask, your chin resting on your hand.
"Don't wanna talk about it." He mumbles and you turn your head to look at him smirking at the frown he has on his handsome face, his hair a little messed up.
"I know how to make you feel better..." You coo at him, now moving to straddle his hips, your phone discarded somewhere on the bed.
A smirk quickly forms on his face, placing his hands on your hips but you tsk at him, grabbing his wrists to put them back over his head, leaning down to whisper in his ear.
"Keep them there, baby. Just relax and let me take care of you, yea?" You say lowly, moving your head to start leaving kisses and small nibs on his neck.
Oh. It's one of those moments.
It's rare that Rafe lets you take control, to allow himself to be vulnerable in front of you but it's something he's started to embrace more often.
With a groan he tilts his head a little to the side to give you more access to mark up his neck in love bites, his hips lifting up to get some friction.
You pull back momentarily to grab the hem of his polo shirt, pulling it up and over his head, quickly going back down to capture his lips in a soft kiss as your hands wander down to undo the button of his pants.
Pulling down the zipper you reach into his pants, your hand moving over the already forming bulge, swallowing his choked whimper before pulling back to look down at him in awe. "Look at you, barely did anything and you're already hard."
"Can't help it..." He breathes heavily, his hands itching to touch you in any way but he refrains himself, knowing that if he listens you'll reward him for it. "Just need you."
"Bet you do. Don't worry, mommy's got you."
He moans out loud at that and not only because you start to stroke him over his boxers. You shuffle further down the bed, kissing your way down his chest to his happy trail.
"Lift your hips." You instruct him and he quickly obliges so you can pull his pants down together with his boxers just enough to let his fully hard cock spring free.
Rafe bites his lip as more whimpers and moans try to escape his mouth but you know he won't be able to keep them down for long.
The moment your hand makes contact with his skin he jerks his hips in surprise. "F-Fuck...please."
"Please what? Gotta be specific, hun." You murmur, squeezing his cock one time to hear him gasp.
"Anything...j-just move please." He stammers, gripping onto the bedsheets tightly.
"Good boy." You praise him, stroking his cock in an agonizingly slow motion, your thumb swiping over the head to use the precum as lubricant.
You keep jerking him off for a bit and Rafe can't contain his whimpers anymore when you suddenly wrap your lips around his cock.
"Shit...mommy." He rasps, his eyes squeezing shut from the pleasure. "Feels so good..."
As you move your head up and down you gag from time to time when he hits the back of your throat, knowing that the sound of that gets him even more riled up than he already is.
Rafe's in complete bliss, feeling his orgasm building up by the way you expertly suck him off, using your hand to stroke the bit that doesn't fit in your mouth.
"M'gonna- can I cum? Please mommy." He manages to choke out.
You tap his thigh two times to give him permission, just wanting to make your boy feel good and not tease him more than he needs.
Quickening up your pace you feel him twitch in your mouth, moving down as far as you could when he starts cumming down your throat, only pulling away the second his body relaxes.
You're both panting and you sit up to wipe the corners of your mouth, sucking the remains of his cum from your thumb, smiling at his blissed out expression as he comes down from his high.
"Better?" You ask softly.
He nods, mumbling breathlessly. "Fuck yes...thanks mommy."
You lean down so your chest is pressed against his, pecking his lips. "Anything for my boy."
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Can I get a sourdough bread and martini with Lando Norris đ»đ
bakery menu
want to suggest your own order? the bakery is open!! please feel free to check out the options! i do more than just formula one so hit me with it! thank you for this request, this was right after another lando mafia au, haha. i'm glad that people can see the vision of mafia!lando, but this is with a nice little breeding kink! thank you! thank you!
sourdough bread ("i'm going to breed you.") + martini (mafia au) served by lando norris (formula one)!!
cw: smut/pwp, mafia!au, mafia!lando, breeding kink, husband/wife, missionary, pregnancy
you could see your husband's gaze from across the table. it was saturday night and while most were out partying. the two of you were at home, enjoying each other's company.
lando was going to be out of the country for a week and you were to stay at home. he hated leaving you, but sadly you were just too precious to be around such a dangerous situation.
"they'd scoop you right up and if they hurt you, love. there is no hell or heaven that could stop me from getting you back." he said earlier in the meal.
lando norris was the darling son of the mclaren family, while there was still much to learn before he could be the head of the family, he knew whatever may come could be dealt with as long as you were by his side. his darling wife.
he could never get enough of you. loving you was a devouring feeling, something he needed to sink his teeth into. and lately he had a new itch to scratch.
a few weeks back, while at a small get together of the family. lando saw just how good you were with kids. you had a baby cousin on your hip as you got something to eat. it all came naturally and lando almost had to bite his fist.
"do you want this?" you asked the small child at your hip, "let's ask your mama to see if you can have m&m's." you giggled within lando's earshot.
lando sighed through his teeth, this new monster in him was starting to show its ugly head. he earned a pat on the back from oscar who didn't know exactly what lando's deal was. but could only be a supportive 'brother'.
"you gonna be alright?"
"oh yeah." lando said as he shifted in his seat, "perfectly fine." he wasn't making eye contact with oscar, rather watching you talk to the mother of the child you were holding. you were smiling with the child at your hip.
now over dinner, lando was still thinking about it. he got a good eye of your cleavage across the dinner table in the blouse you were wearing that was just a little open to give him a good view.
he swallowed, "you look beautiful." he said, "what's the occasion?"
you looked down at your plate for a moment, "well. we've been married for two years. and well, i've been thinking."
lando stilled for a moment, "it's not a divorce right?" he knew that the risk of the lifestyle he lived could push you away.
you chuckled, "no, no. i made a promise to love you till i die. you're not getting rid of me that easily." you put your fork down, "i want to have a baby with you... i guess in a hotter way of saying it. i want you to breed me, lando norris."
he almost choked on his food, those blue eyes went wide as he swallowed what was in his mouth, "i mean... hell yeah, i will." he flashed you a smile.
you giggled at the sight of him, his reaction made something curl in your gut. despite it all, all the tattoos and scars. the fancy suits and quick thinking, he was still the lovable man you married. you said, "then i guess we'll skip dessert tonight."
being in love with the future of the mclaren family was interesting. you had heard stories about him and his 'brother' oscar, raised together to be the best of the best. the family was better to be headed by two rather than one.
but lando was your precious husband, even without the parade of mafia ties. you remembered when he gave you his umbrella on your first date and let himself get soaked. or when he figured out to make that specific pasta he threw together one night for you. he smelt warm and of home and you never met a man like him.
that was why it was so easy to strip for him in the low light of your shared bedroom. he was seated at the edge of the bed in his briefs as he watched you get out of your clothes. slowly the buttons of the blouse were undone, his eyes grazed the beautiful sight of you.
lando didn't believe in a heaven, but if he did it would be located between your breasts.
you eventually got out of your panties and finally your bra before you got into your husband's lap. your took his face in your hands and kissed at the side of his jaw.
he groaned under your touch, your soft hands on his skin were like worship as you kissed him. he felt so comfortable in your touch, he yearned for it when you were apart.
he loved you.
you straddled his waist and he wrapped his arms around your waist. the tattooed skin was a contrast against your bare skin. the most noticeable tattoo were your initials on the side of thumb on his left hand. when he was stressed he'd rub over the ink and be comforted by thoughts of you.
he kissed you on the lips and the kiss quickly deepened before he laid back on the bed, taking you with him. he continued to kiss you as he rolled you onto your back.
he wanted to look at you while he fucked you. his kisses and fingers trailed down your chest. he cupped your breasts and licked across your nipples. you moaned and felt the heat throb through your body. you looked at your husband and moaned a little bit.
he left a few small red marks across your chest before he got his briefs off. he said softly, "i'm going to breed you. just as you asked. give you that little norris baby you want." he groaned a little as he lined his cock up with your slit. he kissed his tip against your pussy lips.
"you make it sound hotter than i tried to." you chuckled softly and let out a sweet moan as he slowly sank his cock into you. he shuddered at the feeling and you got your arms around his strong neck.
"well, i can't deny my wife anything. if she wants a baby then she'll get it." lando groaned as he really pushed into you. his thrusts were firm, but not rough. he was trying to fuck the daylights out of you.
he wanted to admire his beautiful wife, he held you by the waist and kissed at your chest. his heart thumped in his ears as he moved against you. he started to kiss at your chest once more, he couldn't wait to see your pretty tits get bigger with pregnancy.
"you're gonna give me a pretty kid." he chuckled as he softly bit on your nipple, the feeling made you moan loudly. he groaned, "gonna be a proud mama of my brats." he pushed further into you. he crowded your space as he played with your nipple against his tongue.
you felt the throb of heat in your core. the idea of having a child with lando was erotic. it scratched an itch in the back of your brain. your big stronger protective hubby and you having a kid together.
you didn't want to admit but that idea of your heavily tattooed husband holding your chubby little baby so gently in his arms. it was so adorable that it made you feel heat all over.
"get me pregnant, lando. please, i want to have your baby."
"yeah, you want me to breed you. what a naughty thing to say." he chuckled as he moved against you, "make sure every last drop stays in your pretty pussy. that's where it's meant to be, right? inside of my pretty wife." he groaned.
"yes.' you panted, "fuck, i want you, my love."
"don't worry, ya got me forever, love. i'm not going anywhere. especially now that you want to have a family with me. gotta be there for me girl, and my kid." he chuckled as he moved against you.
the two of you kissed once more. you held onto his shoulders as his lips pressed yours. he still tasted like wine and the pasta you had for dinner. you moaned into his kiss as you felt his grasp on your hips.
"lucky to have you." he said softly, "lucky for all of my life."
he had everything when he was with you. you were everything and more to him. the wife he came home to, the lover he pleased and the girl he continued to fall in love with.
he was such a dangerous man, but with you. he was just so perfect. he loved you with such a devotion that he knew no other woman could take his heart.
he may be the head of a mafia family, but the little norris trio you'd eventually have would be headed by you. his equal, his lover. those who thought the term 'wife' meant less than could kiss the bottom of lando's steel-toed boots.
"i love you, lando. i'm lucky to have you as my husband." you panted.
"not as much as i am lucky to have you as my wife. i never knew that it was possible for a woman to be so beautiful but also make me laugh so much. you're everything i wanted." he purred as he continued to move. his lips on yours once more.
the kiss was sloppy and hot, you felt the thrill of excitement race through you as he moved against you.
you knew you were close, the feel of orgasm felt so strong in your body. you panted when you broke the kiss, but he pulled you in for another. you could feel his warmth around you.
"my girl."
"my lando." you purred. the pleasure was too much, it drove you to finishing.
you clutched onto him and clenched your legs around him. you gave him a wet kiss on his cheek. you climaxed with a loud moan, you tensed up for a moment before you relaxed.
it only spurred him to fuck you even faster. he felt a thrill in his body as he pushed in and out of you. his brain short wired when he gave a few more thrusts before he finished inside of you. he didn't pray often, but he prayed to whoever out there that you'd get pregnant.
if not, you two had a lot of time to have all the fun you needed in making a baby.
"i love you." he said as he laid on top of your for a moment, the weight of him felt good. it was a comforting bulk. you kissed his face softly as he panted on top of you. his cock was softening inside of you, but he wanted more.
"i love you too." your words only made him want you more.
he wanted to feel his wife all over again. make sure that his cum stuck to the inside of you. he wanted to make sure you had his babies asap. he get a small thrust and you once against wrapped your legs around him.
"someone likes that.' he said as he pulled away, he braced his arms on either side of you. he chuckled, "how about i clear my schedule for tomorrow, so we can have all of tonight to ourselves."
you were inclined to accept his offer.
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you crossed your arms as you rested against the kitchen counter. your husband was making direct eye contact with your belly. you knew that he knew what he did was wrong.
"love, i'm sorry. i couldn't help myself. i know, i'm a horrible husband." he sighed as he dropped his head, "i'm so, so sorry."
you sighed, "lando. we made an agreement. you weren't supposed to do that. c'mon.
beside you on the counter was a small stack of pancakes. you had a craving for banana and chocolate chip pancakes. you had set some aside for lando, but your pesky husband thought that he could try and sneak another off of your plate.
lando was almost to his knees as he approached you and wrapped his arms around you, "i'm sorry my beautiful darling wife."he pouted at you, "no one makes them like you, i couldn't help myself."
you pushed his face away and sighed dramatically. you weren't even that upset, especially when your mafia husband gave you puppy dog eyes. you said with added drama, "your son is going to end up loving me more if you keep this up."
he whined, "no!!!" and pulled you into a tight hug once more. he peppered your face with kisses, "i'll make it up to you, i promise."
you took him by the face and pressed a soft kiss onto his lips, "well, if you go to the store now. you should have enough time to get everything for another batch." you winked at him.
before you had another second to think about it, lando was out the door with his keys in hand. anything for his wife, anything. <3
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die for me âą a. artlert - kinktober part one
â..once I get inside, youâll wanna die for me..â
kink: drug play
đ other themes and things: producer/artist!armin, fem!black reader, drug use (coke use, percs in nether regions, you get my drift), fingering him for .2 seconds, mirror play, choking, oral sex (m. receiving), backshots, heavy kissing, squirting, spit play, pet names, prone bone
wc: 2.2K
đ foreword: hi lovelies! just wanted to say thank you for allowing me to start fresh and supporting my work/transition throughout all of this. Also, being patient with me bc Iâve been slow as hell about posting again!
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euphoria. Itâs a feeling of excitement that manifests in different forms..a sensation achieved by the best experiences. Some get there by taking substances, others through thrill seeking. And for Armin Artlert?
âOh GodâŠyeah, thatâs it, beautiful. All the way downâŠâ
it was the fulfillment of his carnal desiresâŠa constant high heâd chase with liquor or whatever narcotic he was choosing to divulge in for the evening. Just one of his many, less than savory vices. He knew it wasnât a lifestyle he could maintain forever..and hell, it may even catch up to him sooner rather than when heâd like. But for now, he was enjoying the chaotic ride and every bump it had to offer along the way.
âAhh!âfuckâŠgood girl. Now hold it..I know you can do it, baby. Just take that dick to the back of your throat fâr me..all the way.â
it was an evening like the many others (y/n) (l/n) spent in the company of the famed producer and notorious bachelor. Youâd spent the entirety of your day seated in a high chair as makeup brushes patted your gorgeous face. That delicate crown filled with luscious, kinky curls sat atop your head and was styled for a photoshoot. It was in the midst of a break that youâd return to your dressing room, greeted by a dozen roses..along with the charming smile of your beau. He was adamant on the fact that he despised interrupting your work but he truly couldnât help but to sneak in some quality time with you. It was widely out of character for him and quite frankly, hell had a better chance of freezing twice over than Armin being monotonous! However, youâd invoked quite the change in him and it was so obvious, it was almost laughable. Heâd inform you that he wanted you to finish up your job without pause but tonight, heâd be coming to scoop you up and he wanted you all to his lonesome.
fast forward, and that plan became reality. Now here you were..being all but defiled on his bedroom floor as you sat with your thighs slightly spread and upright on your knees. Saliva had pooled and trickled down from your mouth to those plump breasts he adored. Your pretty face practically smeared with spit and his precum. A beautiful, delicious mess, all of his creation and he loved it.
âHere, open your mouth, beautiful.â âMmmm..thank you...â
With that, he greeted you with another lob of spit whilst gently tugging your head back. Thatâs when youâd begin to devour that thick cock whole..from the base to the tip with little resistance. Swallowing every inch and allowing him to hollow out your throat as if it were nothing. It was no unbeknownst secret to him that you were pretty damn freaky of your own volition. Hell, there were instances that youâd made him tap out but you were on an entirely different wavelength at the moment. You were practically insatiable and Armin was enjoying every waking second of it! A grin would stretch from ear to ear on the producerâs face when youâd take his shaft into your palm and stroke it. Meanwhile, your lips suctioned around those swollen balls, alternating between them to place gentle kisses and licks along the veined perimeter.
âYouâre such a good slut for me, baby. Oh my gosh, I love you..youâre going to make me come so hard, I swear..â his tone was almost desperate and whiny as you continued on. But perhaps, the best was yet to happen when he felt a foreign sensation emit throughout his body. Those gorgeous brown eyes had become dilated and you were practically unstoppable.
âAm I making you feel good, daddy? Like when I spit on this fucking dick for you?â
âYes, sweetheart. Youâre doing fucking amazing. Make sure you get all that precum too..â
So much so, that your head would completely lower onto his shaft, taking the entire thing down your throat and holding it in place with minimal gagging. Youâd stay there for a few seconds longer before coming up and emitting heavy strings of saliva with you. Once you did so, strings of your bodily fluids would seep down his pelvis and once it did, youâd use that makeshift lubricant to tease his other entrance.
âFuuuck! Baby⊠âS so good..swear I should marry you right now.â
Nearly reducing him to a babbling mess. Constantly doting on you as you awoke all of his carnal desires. Exploring and opening his eyes to things heâd never experienced. Heâd had his fair share of sexual encounters but there wasnât one girl whoâd ever pushed the boundaries the way you had. He had fallen in love all over again at that moment. One could even chock it up the heightened sensitivity you gained when taking drugs. It were almost as if both of you were in another reality and completely out of your heads. Heâd even sniffle a few times, wiping his nose from the powdery substance heâd consumed earlier. You on the other hand, had been given a pink tablet that had melted on your tongue and since, (y/n) had lost all sense of morality and self control. The only thing on your mind was fucking him until he passed out and vice versa.
What was even more attractive was that you hadn't stopped moaning around his shaft and stroking your clit since youâd been down there. Becoming increasingly more aroused and soon, youâd need something to fill that ache in your womb. Fingering yourself hadnât been quite sufficient, despite your orgasm already. With a deviant grin on your face, youâd begin to giggle and lob more saliva around the entire area; even making slurping motions on his that sensitive sack.
âYeah? Iâll really let you do whatever you want to me then.â Ironic considering that you had already surpassed limits that other girls wouldnât dare. Thatâs when heâd lean forward and place a deep kiss onto your lips, shoving his tongue into your mouth and clutched your throat in the process.
âThatâs very..very good to know. Here, do me a favor and crawl over to the mirror, sweetheart. Iâve gotten something for you.â
suddenly, you were on all fours..swaying your hips as you followed his instructions. Like a lynx in the wild who couldnât be tamed. His view was consumed with that round, plump ass and those fat pussy lips in the back and it was enough to make his cock twitch once more. Coated in precum and spit, Armin stroked himself, bucking his hips up into his palm before joining you on the floor. His knees were grazed by the furry carpet whilst he mounted behind you. The giant reflective glass perfectly captured both of your expressions in that moment. Grinning from ear to ear, completely dazed but certainly not confused. You both knew exactly what you wanted. Those pupils had become dilated and the surrounding areas bloodshotâŠ
âLook at you..so perfect. You have no idea how beautiful you are, babyâŠâ it was whilst he was talking, the desperate blonde reached over and retrieved another small baggy from the bed. It was just one of many substances heâd procured for the evening. Affectionately dubbing them his âparty favorsâ. Heâd usher you to back up against him as he maneuvered so that he was somewhat positioned underneath you. With your thighs spread to the opposite side of his own and that ass placed atop his crotch, Armin would place a hand into the center of your back to ensure that it was slightly arched.
âThere we go, sweetheartâŠkeep it just like that.â
Meanwhile, heâd run a singular thumb between your wet folds and that puckering asshole. All of it was so perfectly on display for him. Sucking his teeth, the famed producer would go on to extract the pill from the baggy before teasing it against that other entrance. It took a moment for you to get acclimated but it didnât take long for the sensation to kick in. That puckering hole accepted it with ease and immediately began to take effect. Strings of your arousal were already leaking but once he inserted that tiny tablet, you were practically insatiable. That dazed expression on your pretty face became all but a permanent fixtureâŠdrool seeped from the corner of your mouth and your pupils remained glossed over.
âG-aghhhâŠI love it..makes me so fucking wet..â
Armin, becoming ecstatic at the sheer sight alone uttered a laugh as he navigated your hips until that dripping cunt was positioned right above the aching tip of his cock. âYeah, you always did like theseâŠI swear youâre the only person who would let me do some shit like this.â âWell youâre the only man Iâve met, willing to do it..so I guess it works out.â The two of you exchanged another set of laughs before the real action began.
âCan I put it in now, angel?..â
âIâd be pissed if you made me wait any longer..â
âSomebodyâs eager..thatâs my girl. Now stay still.â
foaming both at the mouth and entrance to be stuffed full of him, (y/n) would take a glance back and await his next move. Suddenly, youâd find yourself releasing a loud moan and arching your back even further as that swollen tip penetrated your hole. The initial feeling was like none you had ever experienced..it always was as if it were the first time with Armin. Hell, thatâs just how amazing the sex was. But it was something about those substances coursing your veins and adding fuel to the fire that hit differently. In a matter of seconds, you were both trembling but could not stop. Slowly but surely, heâd feed you deep yet rhythmic strokes, trying to maintain his composure.
âOh my goshâŠlook at how wet you are already, sweetheart. This pussyâs so creamy.â
Just as you were beginning to become acclimated with those strokes, Armin would increase his speed and begin to feed you more rhythmic thrusts. His hips snapping against your backside as he dug his nails into your flesh. The collision of that thick ass made it all but impossible for him to maintain his composure.
âMmmmph..that dick feels so good..so deep in me..â
âYeah? Iâm not even in your spot yet and youâre already dripping. Might have to feed you some of this shit more often, baby.â
the soft whine escaping your lips as your head tilted back and it allowed him the opportunity to coil his hands around your throat. It was then that you were met with a slight hinge of aggression. Not in a violent or mean way but it was stemming from the fact that he was overstimulated. Those drugs were coursing through your systems at rapid speed so any sensation you felt was increased tenfold. Every thrust, every thrash, every touch and every glide in and out of those wet folds were driving him crazy! The same applies to you..every stroke became far more intense than the last and that ball of climatic energy began to swell in the pit of your stomach, ready to burst at any second. Strings of dripping warmth began to stain his exposed thigh and the carpet underneath your clashing bodies. Before long, those minimal droplets would expand to a large puddle as he caught a glimpse of your face in that mirrorâŠyouâd watch your own reflection as your body jolted around and suddenly your eyes were at the back of your head.
âShit! Iâm fucking coming!..â
âTheeeere we go, sweetheart. Squirt on that fucking dick..good girl.â
Whilst you released a heavy stream of warm juices, Armin would keep a light grasp on your hips as he allowed you to ride out your orgasm. Those sweet moans and shrill cries pooled out along with those divine droplets of your bodily nectar. It wasnât long before youâd find yourself writhing around underneath his entire body weight thoughâŠas he had maneuvered you into a prone bone position shortly after. Pinning those wrists behind your back, Armin would then plank himself atop of your trembling frame; bucking those hips against the rippling flesh of your ass. The sight of that recoil alone was enough to make him reach his own peak. But alas, heâd maintain his stride a little bit longer. After all, neither of you had any plans of quitting any time soonâŠthe adrenaline of the moment and the influence of those substances were keeping you both amplified beyond what should have been normal human capacity. But perhaps, the strongest one of all flowing throughout your veins was pure, unadulterated lust!..an insatiable desire for one another that couldnât be kicked with the strongest of rehabilitation. It was a night that had only reached its beginning stages and who knew what lay in wait nextâŠ
âIâm gonna play in all these pretty holes, babyâŠI donât give a fuck how long it takes. Not gonna stop until we pass out..you know how I like it.â
and it was a venture that you were looking more than forward to!
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Drunken Minds Sober Hearts - Dean Winchester (smut)
We love a good friends to lovers fic, especially with Dean, don't we? Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx
Summary: Drunk off her face the reader told Dean, her best friend, that she hasn't slept with anybody because she wants him to be her first. But will she admit to that when she's sober too?
Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, loss of virginity, outdoor, oral (f), friends to lovers
Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader (about 2k words)
The cold breeze teased her arms, leaving (y/n) shuddering with her back pressed to the blanket and her eyes focused up ahead. Even though Dean emanated enough warmth to make her feel his closeness, deep down she knew that she wasnât trembling like a leaf because of the cold, but because of the awfully intimate touch this moment had to it.
No words were spoken between the two as they kept staring at the night sky, trying to count the stars that were twinkling for them onlyâor at least thatâs what it felt like. She felt Deanâs hand close to hers, about to touch, about to interlace their fingers, and yet neither of them dared to cross the distance between them just yet.
Dean had asked her hours ago if she trusted him and if he could take her somewhere to distract them from past hunts and exhausting weeks. And who was she to say no to Dean Winchesterâher best friend, her better half, her one true loveâeven though he knew nothing of the feelings she harbored for him.
âThereâs something I wanted to ask you.â Dean cleared his throat, letting his head roll towards her as he spoke. She didnât reply, only looked at him as she waited for him to continue.
âI donât think you remember much of Saturday night. But you said something to me, something I canât stop thinking of.â Heat rose to her face as Deanâs words began to sink in. Saturday night hadnât been her proudest moment; with too many shots poured down her throat, she had eventually lost control, blabbering away things she now couldnât remember.
âIs it true that you havenât allowed anybody to touch you because you want me to be your first?â She choked on her breath, having to sit up to try and let some air flood through her aching lungs. Her body was burning up in embarrassment while she made a silent promise to never drink again. She felt Deanâs hand on her back, softly rubbing circles on the fabric of her sweater as she tried to calm down.
âDid I really say that?â (Y/n) couldnât look at her best friend and was trying to figure out how she could get the ground to open up and swallow her whole. But before she could even begin to plan her escape, Deanâs hand had found her chin, tilting it up for her to look at him.
âHey, thatâs nothing to be embarrassed about.â Her words got stuck in her throat as Deanâs thumb found her mouth, carefully pulling her lower lip from the grasp her teeth had on the thin skin. Both looked at one another as if they could read each otherâs minds, deciphering every emotion flushing through their systems, emotions that urged their movements as Deanâs lips found hers.
Dean didnât allow her to break away as he pulled her into his lap, slowly feeling (y/n) relax in his grasp. Her arms found their way around his neck, getting lost in a kiss both had only imagined but never dared to speak of. The kiss was slow, allowing both to adjust to the sensation and yet it was urged on by their longings and fears, by whatever had managed to hold them back for the past years.Â
âI need you to be honest with me, sweetheart. Was it the truth?â Dean murmured his words against her slightly swollen lips. His hands kept a tight grasp on her, fingertips running along the seam of her sweatshirt, about to disappear beneath the thick fabric.Â
âIt is the truth, and Iâm sorry for drunkenly dumping that on you.â She tried to look away, tried to focus on anything but Dean, but the hunterâs grasp only grew tighter, not daring to let her go. Another kiss was pressed against her lips, a kiss that drew a soft moan from (y/n), a sound that gave Dean the needed push to flip them around. Their eyes held contact as Dean hovered over her, admiring every part of her frame.Â
âWe shouldnât do this out here, you deserve a bed, something comfortable.â The concern dripping from Deanâs words left (y/n) chuckling, she pulled him back down for a kiss, and let her legs wrap around his waist to feel his growing erection against her covered heat. Both moaned in unison from the new friction this movement offered, a sensation so addicting, (y/n) knew there was no way to ever let go of Dean again.Â
âI donât need a bed, Dean. I just want you, and to be honest, something boring isnât our style anyway, is it?â His chuckles vibrated through her body as Dean kissed his way down her throat, letting his hands pull her sweater up to her chest. The groan that clawed through him was raspier than any sound she had heard before, allowing her eyes to wander over his handsome features while his eyes focused on her naked, braless chest.Â
âYouâre fucking beautiful, (y/n).â No longer did she feel the cold breeze stroking her, no longer did she pick up on the whispers warning her of the way sheâd lose herself tonight. All (y/n) could focus on was Dean, the man who had always owned her heart, the man sheâd give her life for.Â
(Y/n)âs head rolled back as his lips found her naked chest, sucking on one hardening nub while his free fingers took care of the other. Dean wanted to comment on how perfectly she fit into his hands, how it felt as if she had been created for him only, but his words got stuck in his throat as his middle moved against hers again, creating just enough friction for the both of them.Â
âCan I taste you? Fuck, Iâve been wanting to do that for years.â Deanâs whispers left (y/n) choking on her gasps, unable to reply with any words. All she could do was shoot him an eager nod while raising her hips for Dean to pull her jeans down her legs. Once again, a growl managed to break out of Dean, a sound that forced (y/n) to drown in the different sensations she was held hostage by.Â
âYouâre soaked, baby.â The comment drew a whine from (y/n), she had to grasp the blanket, had to find something to hold onto before sheâd grow too eager, needing to feel whatever Dean could offer her.Â
His warm fingers pushed her soaked panties aside, he gave himself a few moments to study her, hoping that he could burn this very image into his mind â forever remembering it as if he were a blind man being offered his sight back for only a handful of seconds. And for that, heâd always choose (y/n), studying the woman he felt deeply connected to.Â
Deanâs tongue brushed against her pulsing bundle, leaving (y/n) moaning. He ate her out with an unfamiliar kind of urgency, offering her a glimpse into what was awaiting her. Heaven â the pearly gates â or simply the love both couldnât deny any longer.
Whatever it was, it pushed her closer towards Dean, hearts and souls connected.Â
âDean,â (y/n) sobbed his name as he pushed two fingers into her tightness, letting them curl against the swollen spot he instantly managed to find. With her back arched off the blanket, and her thighs quivering, (y/n) forced her eyes back up to the night sky. She needed to focus on something else, keeping herself from giving in way too quickly.Â
She had never allowed another man to touch her like this, deep down she had been too stuck on the possibility of Dean loving her, holding onto the thinnest thread of hope that had been close to snapping â a thread that now got woven into a thick rope, unable to ever snap apart.Â
Her shaking fingers found his hair, tugging on the roots to draw a raspy groan from Dean, a sound that forced her gaze back down to him. And as they looked at one another, pupils filled with love, adoration, and longing, (y/n) felt herself being pushed over the edge. She came with a cry, had to squeeze her eyes shut to hold onto this feeling, the blinding sensation that had never felt this strong when she had touched herself to the thought of Dean.Â
âJesus, Dean. What even was that?â The sound of his chuckles echoed through the night. He moved up her body to find her lips for a kiss, letting their tongues tangle as she tasted herself on the strong muscle. Her hands disappeared beneath his shirt, feeling his muscles tense beneath her touch.Â
âOnly the beginning, sweetheart.â He let go of her to undo his belt before reaching for his wallet to pull a condom free. She took it from his grasp while he freed his twitching cock from the confines of his trousers, staring down at (y/n) whose eyes had that special twinkle to them. His heart swelled in his chest at the mere sight of her, grateful that he finally got a chance to express his feelings, to leave his anxiety behind â all so he could love her the way she deserved to be loved.Â
Their eyes held contact as she rolled the condom down his aching length with shaking fingers, as she laid back down on the blanket, and as Dean positioned himself at her entrance.Â
âTell me if it hurts too much, Iâll be careful.â (Y/n)âs arm found its way around his neck to pull Dean down for a kiss. The second their lips met, he pushed into her, drawing a pained whimper from her. He held still for a moment, allowing her to adjust before he kept on moving, sinking further into her tightness.Â
âFuck, youâre so tight. You feel so good, baby.â Deanâs gritty voice left her walls clenching around him, wordlessly begging him for more. With his weight shifted onto his forearm, Dean started moving quicker, adding more strength to his thrusts to draw the sweetest moans from (y/n).Â
âDonât stop, donât ever stop touching me, Dean.â She sobbed her words as her fingernails began leaving crescent shapes on his neck. (Y/n)âs thighs quivered around his waist, she was torn between all different sensations, unsure what to focus on, while her second orgasm was close to flushing through her all too quickly.Â
âTouch yourself, make yourself cum on my cock.â His command left (y/n) gasping, forcing her eyes back up towards Deanâs green ones. The smirk playing on his lips was enough to leave her sweating in need while feeling him buried oh so deep inside of her. She rubbed her pulsing bundle with quick movements, set on pushing herself over the edge while Dean fucked her into the blanket.Â
âDean,â his name left her lips like a prayer, in desperate need of guidance, unsure what to do with the massive wave of emotions which were about to flush through her. And with another whine leaving her, (y/n) came for Dean, allowing him to watch her unfold right in front of his eyes. He kept fucking her, didnât want to give in before he had managed to push her through the intense sensation, only as she relaxed beneath him did Dean finally give in with her name leaving him.Â
âPromise to hold onto me forever, Dean.â (Y/n) panted the words with a smile glued to her lips. Her fingers brushed through his hair, desperate to keep on feeling every part of him.Â
âLet the stars be my witnesses, I promise to love you till the day I die, sweetheart.â
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Aventurine x fem!reader. Smut. Blow job. Blind fold. Handcuffs. Creampie. Soft Dom! Aventurine.
I couldn't get these ideas out of my head. This is..very self indulgent omgđł
When Aventurine presented the choice of heads or tails, choosing tails is what landed you in the position you were in now. On your knees with your lips wrapped around his cock, your hands cuffed behind your back.
His elegant gloved hands cradled your head, guiding your mouth up and down on his cock. "That's my good girl," He cooed, brushing his thumbs on your jaw, "Keep sucking just like that, and let me guide your head," He let out a shaky moan as you flattened and curled your warm tongue on his cock.
You felt your cheeks heat with adoration, the soft command in his tone sent a shiver down your spine and straight to your throbbing clit. You didn't have to think about anything. The only thing you had to do was focus on sucking him off and pleasing him.
Aventurine chuckled softly seeing the submissive look on your face. You really are adorable. All it took to get you agree to his little games of heads or tails was a few teasing remarks of how you would be afraid to lose such a simple game. And it didn't help that you'd been looking at him doe eyed in love all night.
Thing is though, you were always going to lose. He didn't make deals he couldn't win. And he wasn't above using a double sided coin to get what he wanted. "I think I'll keep you," He held your head still, slowly thrusting his thick cock in and out of your mouth. "You throat is soft, and pliable.." He trailed off into a groan as he pushed his cock into your throat.
His cock pulsed in your mouth as you hummed a moan on it. It was such a shock of pleasure for him feeling your throat struggling and tightening to accommodate the sudden intrusion of his cock in your throat. Your mouth sucked wet and lewd, drool dripping from the corner of your mouth. "How cute, drooling on my cock like a pet," You let out a muffled, but shy squeak.
It was clear you were enjoying yourself. Your mouth was doting and eager as you sucked. Control had always been something foreign to Aventurine. The fact that someone was giving him complete and total intimate control was more than enough to make him feel weak. Send him reeling.
Aventurine thrust his cock into your mouth with such a slow brutality. It took your breath away. You muffled soft whimpers and moans of pleasure, coughing and gagging occasionally. You were happy to let him use your mouth like a fleshlight, completely captivated by his eyes.
He let out a string of shameless moans, his legs shaking as your throat convulsed and spasmed on his cock. His thumbs skimmed across your jaw soothingly as you choked softly, moving up to brush tears from your eyes.
Your mouth ground on his cock just right, making salty cum spurt into your mouth. His pretty moans reaching your ears more than told you that you'd done well.
Once Aventurine was satisfied, he took his cock out of your mouth once you swallowed. He collapsed back in his chair, panting softly for a few moments before he took out the coin. "Heads or tails, sweetheart?" Your eyes followed the coin turning between his fingers. "You know the rules. The loser owes the winner whatever they want, however they want," There was a teasing smirk on his face.
"Heads," You replied, wiping your mouth. It didn't matter what you chose, though. Aventurine would always win. You watched curiously as he flipped the coin. It landed smoothly in his hand.
"Tails," He felt his cock hardening again thinking about what he had in mind for you. He chuckled seeing your cheeks flush. He got up and freed your hands from behind your back. He curled his finger under your chin, making you look at him.
"Go and wait for me on my bed," The soft command in his voice made you get your feet, eager to do as you were told. His sheets felt soft and silky against your back.
"What's that?" You asked, seeing something in his hand once he removed his clothes. He enjoyed the way you shyly glanced at him as he was undressing.
"A blind fold," He replied, holding up the aventurine colored fabric. "You are going to be completely deprived of sight while I cum inside of you," Your breath hitched in your throat as the blindfold settled over your eyes. The last thing you saw was the glint of aroused mischief in his hypnotic eyes.
"My good girl," Aventurine purred, crawling on top of you. Your legs immediately spread to accommodate him. "You just focus all your other senses on me, and let me do the rest. All you have to do is moan and cry for me," He groaned feeling your wet arousal soaking his cock as he rested it between your drooling folds.
His cock brushed against your sensitive, neglected clit. Your moan had a tinge of aroused shock. Sucking him off had made you that wet. He knew he could've left your hands uncuffed for you to stroke and rub your clit while you sucked him off. But he wouldn't have gotten the added to pleasure of seeing you struggle with your arousal while you sucked his cock.
Aventurine's mouth launched an assault on your body. He bit and sucked dark, possessive bruises on your skin. His hands stroked and groped on your body as he grinded his leaking cock on your clit. Being deprived of sight made your body more sensitive. He purposely drew out his decision making to see you squirm and moan in anticipation of where his mouth or hands would go next.
His mouth settled on your nipples, prodding them with his tongue and sucking on them until they hardened. They felt as sensitive as your clit, you felt every swirl and flick of his tongue as he sucked.
"Please," You urged, grinding and rubbing your pussy desperately on his cock, "I need you inside of me," You wrapped your arms around his neck to anchor yourself as you rocked your hips up.
Your desperation made Aventurine crack. He hastily pushed his cock inside of you at once, dragging a loud and pleasured moan from you. He took your arms from around him, intertwining his fingers through yours before pining your hands down next to your head. He squeezed your hands, making sure his cock nudged deep and consistent into your sweet spot.
"Shh, shh," He soothed, indulging himself in a deep, opened mouthed kiss as he set a quick, slightly harsh pace. "I'll pump lots of cum inside of you, I promise," He was positive your pretty, teary eyes were lighting up beneath the blindfold.
You whimpered and shook in bliss, your body melting underneath him as he cock kissed over and over into your sweet spot. The tighter your pussy clutched on his cock, the harsher his pace seemed at times. Your pussy felt so fucking good squeezing and craving to milk his cock.
He angled his hips so his cock rubbed against your clit while your pussy sucked him in. Your fate was sealed now. You are his. His to fuck, use, and enjoy.
His to love.
Aventurine couldn't have felt any weaker for you by the time his cum spilled inside inside of you. He relentlessly chased his high, his skin smacking against yours. Driven with the intent to feel you cream on his cock. He glanced down to admire how your pussy was stretched and weeping around his cock as he pumped it inside of you.
"Good girl. Let it all out and cum for me," He encouraged, squeezing your hands again hearing your moans rise in octave. Your cry of pleasure sounded so delicate and sweet as the knot of your orgasm snapped apart.
Aventurine held you down as he fucked you through your orgasm, letting out a satisfied groan seeing his cum ooze with yours around his cock.
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âI donât regret it, Dean.â Cas says quietly. âTelling you I love you was the best moment of my life.â
âYeah? Well, it was the worst of mine!â Dean yells, throwing his arms out to the side. Thereâs a moment of stricken silence where Casâs face falls and Dean realizes how his words came across. He rushes to elaborate. âDo you know how many years I wondered if angels could feel love? Romantic love? Do you know how long I hoped that they couldâ that you, specifically, could? And more than that, that you would feel it towards me? I wondered all the goddamn time, Cas. And then youâ you finallyââ Dean swallows past a lump in his throat, letting his arms fall back to his sides. âYou finally tell me not only that you can love, but you love me. Me. And in one second, ten years of my wildest dreams came true and then were ripped away.â
Dean looks down at his feet. Clenches his jaw against the feelings threatening to choke him. He tries to take a steadying breath in through his nose but it doesnât help him feel any better.
âDeanââ
âI didnât think I was ever gonna see you again.â Dean confesses to his boots. âI thought Iâd have to live the rest of my miserable life knowing I couldâve had you and kicking myself for being such a dumb piece of shit.â He swallows again and looks up. âI thought you were going to spend eternity not knowing that I love you, too.â
âI didnât meanâ Dean, I didnâtââ Cas shakes his head as words fail him.
âSo yeah,â Dean shrugs a little helplessly, his voice still tight with emotion. âIt was the worst moment of my life. Except for every moment that came afterâ because every single moment from your death until you came back was the worst moment of my life. Every moment without you is. And you coming back couldâve been the best moment of my life if you hadnât been such an ass about everything.â
There was a time, once, in the distant past where Casâs face never betrayed any emotion. Dean couldâve scrutinized every single molecule of his expression and he wouldnât have been able to read a goddamn thing from it. That hasnât been the case for a long timeâ Cas took to emotions and humanity better than Dean did, and it was the only thing Dean had ever known.
Now, Dean can read a multitude of emotions in Casâs expression: disbelief in the slight part of his lips, hope in the blue of his eyes, shock in the rise of his eyebrows. He can practically read every thought going through Casâs mind as he tries to process whatâs happened.
And then, there it is: acceptance in the way the corner of Casâs mouth ticks up.
âI had no idea.â Cas answers after a moment.
ââCourse you didnât.â Dean replies, his own mouth mirroring the small smile. âYou fucked off before I got a chance to say it back.â
âI just assumedââ
âYou know what they say about assuming, Cas.â
âNo, I donât.â Cas is full on smiling now, warm and full of the love Dean had only ever seen hidden in shadows of his expressions. Now itâs practically splitting his face open, spilling out of Cas like heâs finally filled up with so much of it that itâs simply impossible to keep it all in. âAnd frankly, I donât care. I only care about what you have to say.â
Dean huffs out a fond laugh as he shakes his head. âFinally gonna let me do the talking, huh?â
âIâm in the mood to do some listening,â Casâs grin is dazzling and a little cheeky, Dean wants to memorize it immediately.
He takes a step closer to Cas. And then another. Cas simply watches him approach, making no attempt to back away. His personal space is inviting and Dean enjoys stepping directly into it with no hesitation.
âWell, I might be in the mood for something other than talking.â Dean whispers, less than a foot from Cas now.
âOh?â Cas prompts, his hand reaching across the minuscule place between them to settle on Deanâs hip.
âYeah,â Dean murmurs, leaning in. âBut just to make sure you get it through your stubborn head: I love you, Cas. And Iâll fucking kill you if you ever do something like that again.â
Dean kisses him before Cas has a chance to reply.
#idk man#these idiots just wonât leave me alone#I never write fucking little ficlets and Iâve written like five for these assholes#they just make me so insane#Iâm literally not in control anymore#ficlet#destiel#deancas#supernatural#spn
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âž PAIRING: Simon âGhostâ Riley x fem!Reader
âž CHOKING: he doesn't squeeze that hard â just applies enough pressure the way you like it until that familiar glassy-eyed expression falls over your face, something lust-addled; he always uses his left arm, the one that's all tatted up, consists of intricate pieces he's collected over time until it's formed an elaborate black and white collage thatâs inked into his skin â he enjoys seeing how you try to enclose two hands over the entirety of his muscled forearm but can't quite round off the circumference of it, not even trying to get him to pry his grip from your throat, but to keep him there and occasionally prompt him for a little bit more constriction if you need it (â Look so fuckin' good like this, donât you love? â)
âž FAVORITE POSITIONS: anything that can get him as deep inside you as possible, bottomed-out so that he can watch you take every thick inch of him which includes, but is not limited to
(1) mating press or any other variation of it â basically an aggressive 'missionary-style' that gives him the advantage of pile-driving into you, will try to ease your legs onto his shoulders for as long as you can handle it; also likes this because he can still see your eyes roll back in between thrusts when he just grinds into your cunt for a bit while he takes a break and plays with your clit (â Greedy cunt's just swallowin' me whole, innit? â)
(2) face-down, ass-up - has to pull on your hair a little so you bring your head up to make sure your mouth's not muffled by the pillow (he needs to hear each long, drawn-out moan he can get from you every time he brushes up against that special spot inside you); very primal and powerful, allows him the opportunity to see the arch of your back like this while he's gripping onto your hips for leverage but it's also just so fucking tight and deep (â You can take it all, can't you, sweetheart? Yeah, that's my girl. â)
âž DIRTY TALK: typically more reserved in day-to-day conversation, had to work up to being vocal in the bedroom, which now consists of a diverse mixture of low groans, lots of swearing (fuck, shite, or whatever other word that accurately expresses everything he's feeling when he hasn't got a single coherent bloody thought at the moment), as well as any filth like
â Gotta stretch you out â work you open on my fingers⊠Yâknow itâd be a shame to wreck this tight, little cunt before Iâve had my fill. â
â Canât wait âtil you milk every last drop of cum from my cock, love. â
â Whereâd your manners go? Say âplease.â Let me hear you beg for it. â
â Christ, Iâm gonna flood this fuckinâ cunt. â
â Do I look like Iâm done? Lettinâ my cum leak out⊠I donât think so sweetheart. Gotta fuck it back into you now. â
â Again â love, I'm not stopping until I get another one outta you. So be a good girl and fuckin' come for me. â
âž SPITTING: has a few places heâs fond of; will lift up his mask just above his mouth in order to make it happen
(1) in your mouth, tongue held out in anticipation â he discovers that youâve got a thing for spit play after a particularly hungry and feverish kiss that has him starving for you, swallowing down your moans, and when he pulls away thereâs sort of a wet, glossy little sheen left behind on your lips that you run your tongue over; so, you ask him if he can spit in your mouth because you feel like you need more than just a kiss â he obliges because it reminds him of his cum on your tongue after he asks you where you want him to finish sometimes
(2) on your pussy â absolutely no valid reason for this other than the fact that he really likes rubbing his spit into your cunt and watching it mix with the slickness in between your legs just to make an even bigger mess than the one thatâs already there
(3) in his hand, covering his palm â uses it to coat his cock with a few passes over the length of it with his fist, a few harsh tugs at his shaft and a smear of his precum at the head; doesn't really have to because you're wet enough (still wishes he had the opportunity to get you completely fucking soaked, except the circumstances won't allow it), but he's pressed for time, knows it won't be better than the natural lubrication of your own arousal and doesn't care too much since the idea of it makes him that much harder right before he slides on home into your cunt
âž EATING YOU OUT: he loves it, needs it; heaven between your legs, groans whenever he gets a taste of you, can't resist grabbing handfuls of your ass to bring you impossibly closer to his mouth, tongue flattening and stroking and licking its way into your cunt as you rock down, hips rolling, squirming under the iron-clad grip he's got on your thighs â craves the hot slick rushing out of you, doesn't want to waste a single drop but can't control the way your orgasm liquefies into a sticky and clear wetness that paints his lips and his chin (â Câmere. Gonna have you make a mess on my face. â )
âž DACRYPHILIA: when you're wrought with overstimulation, so, so sensitive after he's ripped the first few orgasms from you â tears prick at the corner of your eyes, a stinging, burning sensation growing in your throat as you try to tamp it down until the first wayward drops of brackish water escape, rolling over your cheeks unsolicited not because the sex hurt but because it was too good and you can't sort out the knotted tangle of emotions you harbor for simon; he asks in a rough and hoarse voice if you're okay, brushes the tears away in a questioning gesture with scarred knuckles until you admit exactly what the cause is, which elicits a deep moan from him signaling that he might just give you another reason to cry
âž TEASING: rubs the head of his cock against the entrance of your awaiting cunt, back and forth, slowly, just so he can hear you whining impatiently for him to put it in because you hate the feeling of being empty; maybe you should ask nicely, try being polite â it might be the solution to putting an end to your misery
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USING THE SAFEWORD - gojo , geto , toji , nanami
đ€á°.áđŠčââč c/w. . . n/sft content (mdni), fem!reader, choking, overstimulation, hair pulling, spanking, rough sex, hurt + comfort, use of the safeword, oral (f + m receiving), reader is unable to use safeword in some of these, these men are so soft for you please don't be too mad at em :(
disclaimer ! safe words and boundaries are very crucial when having intercourse. never ever ever feel shy to use your safeword because it literally is there for your safety.
đ€á°.áđŠčââč note. . . I've been wanting to write something like this for a while <3 lmk if y'all want a bsd version next :D as always, happy reading and hope y'all enjoy !
Satoru
You felt dizzyâ so fucking dizzy as Satoru's fingers tightened around your neck. You tried to let him know by slapping his forearms, clawing at themâ doing anything to get him to loosen his grin but to your fear, he was too deep in the pleasure of your sweet cunt gave him. His free hand only pinned your hands above your headâ grumbling something about you to "keep still 'n let me fuck you right".
This was getting badâ black spots started to appear in your vision, tears gathering in your lashline as you flailed and kicked your legsâ desperate to tell him you don't want this anymore. The continous thrusts of his hips made you sick to your stomachâ fuck, were you gonna pass out? fortunately for you, as if the heavens had heard your aching pleas, Satoru's grip loosened a tadâ just enough for you to gurgle out your safeword. It took satoru a full few seconds to register what flew out of your mouthâ quickly getting off of you, his still hardened cock pulling out of your cunt. His brows were pinched as a worried frown graced his shiny lips, "babeâ"
That's when he realized the tears pouring out of your eyes weren't because of pleasureâ but pain. He reached a hand out to you but that only made you flinch away, your eyes widening in fear and for a split moment, he felt his heart stop. Fuck, what did he just do?
Satoru's own eyes were open wide, hands balling into tight fists as he watched you sniffle and shiver, small hiccups leaving your swollen lips. "Fuck Iâ baby, I'm so sorry, I justâ" he thought about what to say nextâ that he lost control? That he never meant to hurt you? He swallowed hard, pretty eyes glossed over from worry and pure guilt.
You sniffled before laying on your back, lifting your arms to make grabby hands at satoru who only let out a breath of relief, gently cradling your face in his palms as he sputtered apologies after apologies to youâ hands shaky as he pulled you to his chest and muttered soft "I love you's" and "I'm so sorry's" into your hair, soft lips pressing gentle but reassuring kisses on the top of your head he holds you against his chest.
After a few moments, the snow haired man finally found it in himself to speak, "what happened, baby? Did I go too hard?" His voice was barely above a whisper. You nuzzled your face further into his chestâ tears smudging on his skin as you shook your head, "jus' couldn't breathe," you peaked up at him, and his frown deepened, heart clenching as he stared at your glassy eyes. " 'm so sorry, sweet girlâ does it hurt?" He rubbed little shapes into the bare skin of your back, lips pressing gentle kisses on your temple. You finally smiled, shaking your head againâ "no, jus' a little bit sore. Think there'll be marks though."
Satoru let out a breath of relief at that, shoulders burying his face into your hair, inhaling the sweet scent of your shampoo. "That's goodâ don't want my pretty girl to be in pain." You hummed in response, staying like that for a whileâ basking in the comforting silence until you spoke up again.
"Toru?"
"Hm?"
"Let me choke you instead."
Suguru
You've been like this for god knows how longâ spread across your shared bed, knees to your chest and with Suguru between your legs, making out with your cunt.
"Holy fuckâ this pussy is so fuckin' perfect f'me, isn't she?" He growlsâ talking as if your pussy was a living being. You only moaned in response, trying to buck your hips up to meet his mouth, only to receive a harsh slap on your clit from Suguru. He 'tsked', running his clean hand through his raven locks before glaring at you, "stopâ" smack! "movin'â" smack! "s'muchâ" smack! "whoreâ" smack! Each word was punctuated by a harsh slap to your pussy. You squealed with each hitâ poor cunt burning from the brutal treatment your boyfriend was giving you.
He went back to using his tongue, but something was wrongâ it didn't feel good anymore, only pain. Hours of overstimulation mixing with the pain of his harsh hits only made it sting and burn.
"Sugu! h-hurtsâ no more!" You babbled, but he couldn't hear youâ too busy eating your pussy which basically had him in a trance, leaving you with no choice but to whimper out your safeword.
It took him a couple of seconds to register before he pausedâ blinking up at you before apologies after apologies left his mouth, checking to see if you were hurt anywhere before you calmed him down by placing a hand on his chest, " 'm not hurt, Suguâ jus'.. too much," you panted, letting him pick you up and place you on his lapâ " 'm so sorry, princess. Didn't mean too go too far," there was genuine regret in his voice, the bottom half of his face still soaked with your juices. You reached a palm to wipe off the liquid from his chin before grinning up at himâ he only kissed your cheek in return.
"You forgive me?" He pulled away to look at you, a small pout adorning his thin lips. You only kissed his nose in response, earning a chuckle from him, "I'll take that as a yes then."
You two stayed like that for a couple minutesâ just in each other's arms as Suguru started humming a random song, the gentle tone of his soothing voice slowly lulled you to sleep, not before you heard a faint, "I love you so much, angel," accompanied by a soft kiss on your shoulder.
Toji
"Oh, fuuckâ yeah, fuckin' slutâ takin' me s'well in that tight lil' throat, heh," Toji growled, hips bucking up into your face as you gagged and choked around his unbelievably fat cock. Tears and snot were dripping down your faceâ ruining the picture perfect makeup you had worked so hard for, mascara running down your swollen cheeks in inky streaks, lipstick smudged all over your lips and even staining your boyfriend's length in rings.
Seriously, though. Did you really expect him to be gentle with you after prancing around in that tiny little dress the whole evening? You should be grateful he didn't bend you over the dinner table and fuck you in front of your friends and co-workers.
He basically shoved you down to your knees once you arrived back homeâ slapping the leaky tip of his flushed cock against your face a couple times before stuffing it into your poor throat and here you wereâ getting used by Toji Fushiguro like his personal flleshlight as you went light headed from being deprived of breathing for so long. It seems as if he had forgotten you were human and needed to breatheâ the tightness of your throat basically making his mind go blank.
You tried to scratch, claw and slap his thighsâ which only made him fuck your face with more vigor, not realizing those were signs telling him to stop.
A sloppy mixture of your drool and his precum dripped down your chin in stringy webs, making a mess on the polished floor beneath you as he yanked you by the makeshift ponytail he madeâ pulling you off his cock with a wet "pop!", giving you the chance to gurgle out your safeword breathlessly. Toji's eyes visibly widened, slowly letting your hair go before kneeling in front of you, gently patting your back as you coughed and heavedâ trying to get air back in your poor lungs.
"Too much?" His voice was gravelly, as he wiped the sweat off your face, helping you back up to your feet. You could only nod in response, his brows pinching as tears kept rolling down your face. Gently sitting you down on the couch before he walked away to get you some water.
You immediately relaxed feeling the cool water hit your throat, soothing the bruising throb of pain your boyfriend's cock had given you.
He placed the glass away before sitting next to you, wordlessly wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you to his lap.
"Sorry I went too far, ma', wan' me to make it up to ya?" He whispered into the softness of your hair, gigantic hands playing with your much smaller ones as you leaned into him.
"Mhm, can you orâ" "Order Chinese? Got'cha," he cut you off, pulling his phone out from his pocket. You smiled, snuggling further into him, "and cuddles." Rolling his eyes, he hummed, "Anything my princess wants."
Kento
"Slap!"
The deafening noise cut through the heavy tension in the room, your ass burning from the sting of Kento's harsh palm cracking down on the soft fatâ "t-twenty f-four!"
He hummed, voice deep as his rough palm smoothed over the battered skin of your ass, spreading your cheeks to peak at your sopping cuntâ the vibrator set on it's highest setting, but he knew better than to let you cum. Right as you were about to release all over the sheetsâ the vibrations of the small pink toy suddenly stopped, cruelly ripping your orgasm away from your grasp. A pitiful sob left your lips, legs thrashing aroundâ "no! W-why, pleaseâ p-please let me cum, Kenâ" Another brutal slap to your bruised ass cut you off, a low growl leaving Kento's lips as he smacked you again and againâ your wails egging him on furtherâ "fucking count."
The safeword left your lips before you could even thinkâ hiccups and sobs escaping your throat. Your husband stopped immediately upon hearing the magic wordâ snapping out of his daze and rushing to your side. "Are you okay, sweetheart? Did I hurt you?" His voice was laced with worry, his heart ached in regret as he watched you sniffle, curling to yourself.
"Fuck, loveâ I'm so sorry Iâ" He quickly undid your restraints and took the vibrator out of you, tossing it aside before grabbing a glass of water and handing it to you. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart. Does it hurt too much?"
You shook your head, to his relief, and took the glass of water from himâ muttering a small "thanks."
After you had fully calmed down, he also applied some ointment on your sore bottom, being as gentle as possible not to hurt you.
He also ate you out laterâ to make up for all the edging, Small apologies were leaving his lips the entire time as he made out with your cuntâ calling you his good girl, placing a gentle kiss on your clit after you reached your peak.
note. im sorry if this sucks ass ya'll, i had this sitting in my drafts for a while and just had to get it out :(
©sachiyohâ do not copy, plagiarize and repost my works to any platform, reblogs are very appreciated âĄ
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Day 9: Hate Sex
Joel Miller x you
Contents: fem!reader x Joel Miller (TLOU), smut, kinda dubcon (??), not well edited
W/C: 1.4k
I love Pedro Pascal and I love Joel so here we go!!
Kinktober Masterlist | General Masterlist | AO3
"Oh Joel, why are you so angry?" you muttered, watching as he gritted his teeth. You moved towards him slowly until you were a breath from his face, eyes boring into his. "It wasn't me who messed up that deal. It was my brother. I'm just the messengerâŠ"
"Bullshit," he spat. "Tess told me you were there, and I'm inclined to believe her, not you."
"Look, if you wanted the goods so badly, you should've come yourselfâŠ"
"It was a fucking deal, and you went back on it."
"Not my choice."
"You play so fucking innocent," he muttered, venom in his tone as he moved slightly closer.
"You know exactly what you're doing."
"And what's that?" The air was charged suddenly, and you couldn't help but flirt a little. You enjoyed pissing him off, and you could see his anger, but you also couldn't deny how insanely attracted you were to himâespecially when he was angry.
"You'reâŠ" You edged closer again, just inches from him, and watched as he tried to get his words out, eyes scanning your face. "Trying to get a rise out of me."
"Am I?" You glanced at his lips pointedly, and he maintained the same infuriating eye contact. There was such intense hate seeping from him, and you couldn't help but smile.
"You're insufferable." You swallowed, questioning your next move, but then you glanced down to see the tent in his trousers.
"You sure about that?" He snapped, forearm against your collarbones and pressing you against the door with a force that almost winded you. You laughed at the outward display of aggression, but he cut you off as his lips smashed into yours. It was violent and instinctual, his arm moving to the base of your neck. You gasped up into the heat of his mouth as he applied some pressure there. He growled as your body responded, leg wrapping around his waist and hips grinding into his.
You couldn't breathe, his lips continuing to press against yours combined with his forearm against your neck, and it just made you buck into him more. He laughed darkly into your mouth, the taste of him frustrating you. You had started this. Teasing him. Goading him. Trying to get him to snap. And now that he had, you wanted to play hard to get, to resist him, to carry on hating him⊠but you couldn't. Your body was betraying you.
It wasn't until your nails dragged down his forearm that he let up, the sudden access to air making you moan just as the hot furnace of his mouth left yours and fell to the sore spot on your neck where his arm had been.
"What are you doingâŠ" you finally managed to gasp between whimpers, hands gripping his shoulders tightly as his own pressed your hips firmly to the wall.
"Just shut up," he grumbled, pulling you harshly from the wall and pushing you towards the bed. You had been flipped over before you could say anything else, and you couldn't help but grin as you felt his hand come down across the back of your ass.
You were glad he was being ruthless. If you were being honest with yourself, you had wanted to fuck Joel for a long timeâsomething about his low, Texan drawl and slutty jeans that made you press your legs together. But you just wanted to fuck him. In this world, there was no space for relationships, just animalistic, filthy, hateful sex. You wanted to be used, to be thrown around to his liking, to be spanked and choked and slapped because if you fucked like that and never really spoke, there would be no room for feelings.
You were so caught up in the moment that you barely registered Joel's hands grabbing at your pants. With fumbling fingers, you managed to undo the button, allowing him to swiftly slip them off your ass. The cool air hit your exposed skin, sending a shiver down your spine. Without warning, his hand cracked against the soft flesh of your backside. This time, the impact was more intense, a sharp sting that radiated outward. A feral moan escaped your lips, and you instinctively pressed yourself back towards him, craving more of his touch.
The back of your thighs made contact with his own, the heat from his body seeping into yours. You could feel the hard length of his shaft pressing insistently against your folds, the thin fabric of your underwear doing little to mask the sensation. Unable to resist, you ground back into him, relishing in the friction. The movement provided a slight relief from the relentless aching in your core, but it only made you want him more.
âJesus, fuck me, Joel.â You groaned as you continued to press into him, and he just shoved you against the bed in response, leaving you face down in the sheets.
âJust shut up.â He grumbled and you started to situate yourself. You moved to your hands and knees, how youâd assumed heâd want you, but he pressed you down and forwards, tearing off your underwear and climbing on top of you. You were completely at his mercy. His body weight was on you, you were pressed to the bed on your stomach, completely flat, only really able to lift your head. You even couldnât see what he was doing. You should be scared. But you werenât. For some reason, even though you fucking despised him, you knew he wouldnât hurt you. Well, not without reason.
There was no warning as he grabbed you roughly by your hips, so tight it was painful, slightly pulling them up and positioning you just right before sheathing himself into you completely in one swift, merciless thrust. The noise that was pulled from your throat was primal and unrestrained, almost a scream as every inch of his think member sunk into your core. He was big, so much bigger than you expected, and the sudden intrusion left you aching and gasping for air. You ached from taking all of him so quickly, but it was a good ache, a delicious fullness that had you seeing stars as he hit that perfect spot inside you. His own groan was addictive, deep and animalistic, a sound that reverberated through you. He tried to muffle it by sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of your shoulder, the sharp pain making your cunt clench involuntarily around him, drawing another low growl from his throat.
He dropped your hips, one hands moving to your hair, gripping it tightly at the roots and twisting, forcing your head down against the bed. His other hand remained planted firmly beside you, supporting his weight as he loomed over you. You really couldnât move now, hands scrabbling for purchase as he pulled out slowly, the drag of his cock against your sensitive walls almost unbearable. Then, without mercy, he slammed back into you, setting a punishing rhythm that left you gasping and whimpering beneath him. Your body was no longer your own, your total lack of composure making every sensation stronger and more devastating, every single one of your muscles turning to jelly, head spinning. You could feel the pressure building embarrassingly quickly, your impending orgasm coiling tightly in your core, and he could feel it too.
âGetting close there, doll.â He growled out, voice breathy, and you grit your teeth.
âFuck⊠You⊠Joel..â You could barely breathe, using the last of your breath and focus to cuss him out, gasps and moans in between each word giving you away. It a few more smacks across your ass, the skin there feeling red raw and he grabbed the soft flesh, using it as a handle almost to pull you back into his hips. It worked, and within moments you had locked up, pussy pulling him further into you as pleasure washed over you. It was white hot, skin tingling all over as he continued to fuck you through it.
You were shaking by the time you were done, every thrust into you sending jolts through your body of building pleasure and overstimulation.
âJoelâŠâ you muttered, a pathetic whine that escaped before you could catch it.
âWhatâs wrong, baby?â He moaned sarcastically. âYou feeling sensitive?â
It was going to be a long night.
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Big reward. I meant for that to be a smut request, my bad.
OMFG I BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE!!! Yessss finally some Valentino smut. I love it~ Iâm honestly soooo inspired by @sweets4dolls and her Val x bunny!reader smut đ€€ literally so good. Heâs so toxic. 10/10 would smash. Go check her stuff out! And I hope you enjoy my stuff too â€ïžâđ„
Notes: fem!reader, she/her pronouns, THIS ENDED UP LONGER THAN EXPECTED OOPS Iâm gonna have to excuse myself now, geez đł
TW: oral s*x (m receiving), DDLG, unsanitary, unprotected s*x, spit, creamp*e, rough, dirty talk, 18+ only MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Valentino x reader- Superstar đđ
âAnd cut! Thatâs a fucking wrap!â Valentino shoots up from his seat so fast his chair tips over behind him as he claps obnoxiously. Boy had stars in his eyes, even his assistant was shocked by his display of pride and admiration. âDamn, baby. That was a helluva show, fuck! Thatâs why sheâs my favorite~â Val smirks as he eyes your figure still up on set, still down on your knees and trembling. He snaps his fingers, yelling out to his back stage crew. âAlright! Come get the vibrator off her, hurry up.â
YeahâŠalthough the scene had ended and the cameras cut at least 2 whole ass minutes ago, youâre still in position waiting for the boss to give you the okay. Down on your knees, hands bound behind your back with thick pink ropes, your pretty lacy lingerie disheveled and drenched in all kinds of different bodily fluids and, of course, Val had one of his most sturdy and powerful vibrators tucked up against your heat, making you grind down against the carpet below you just to get off. The worst part- he made you leave your panties on the whole time. Finally, after a few orgasms had already wracked your body, the vibrating in your crotch disappears, leaving you only half satisfied.
The entire shoot, all he had you do was suck as many dicks as you could, swallowing every single load for the camera. Gagging on cock is hot to some, maybe not to others- but thereâs something about how darling you look choking on another demonâs dick that just sets him and his viewers off. Your pretty lashes dusted with tears, your nose and cheeks pink, your forehead shiny with sweat, your bare chest covered in spit and cum, your cheeks and throat stretching to fit every inch. Not that you mind! Youâd do anything for Val but damn, you were aching for a real fuck. All the vibrator did was get you prepped and wet and now you need some real friction.
âEveryone, out! Now! I need to talk to (Y/N).â As all his employees scramble to leave the studio, Val walks over to you, still bucking your hips against nothing now. He kneels in front of you, taking your face in his hands. Youâve been staring at his hard on since half way through taping and now that he was right in front of you, dick about to rip through his pants, you feel your walls clenching longingly. âWow. Holy. Shit.â He lets out a deep chuckle as he stares at your face, your make up smeared under your eyes. âI did okay?â The question has Val scoffing as he looks you up and down, watching as your thighs quiver. âBaby, you did fan-fuckin-tastic. Youâre gonna make me so much fucking cash, Iâm not gonna know what to do with it!â
With his hands still holding your face, he pulls you into a sloppy kiss, letting his tongue wander into you immediately. You happily tongue him back, leaning into him as you struggle to keep your balance with your hands still tied behind you. Breaking the kiss, his large hands travel down your neck to your chest, his fingers giving your sensitive nipples little squeezes. Val looks down to see youâve scooted closer to him and youâre still rolling your hips in the hopes of finding something to fill you. He eases your pain by gently thrusting forward, his hard bulge up against your needy crotch for a moment.
âAww~ I know, amorcito. Such a long shoot with such an empty hole. You must feel so hollow right now, baby. Does my little girl need more?â Nodding frantically, you kiss him again before moaning your pleas into his mouth. âPlease, fuck me, Valentino.â His smirk becomes sinister as he leans away, refusing your kisses now. His shift causes you to fall forward into him more, your tits squished against his stomach now. âAh ah ah. Try again.â His scolding makes you whine, makes tears begin to form in your eyes. âHmm~ please f-fuck me, daddy~â and within seconds, heâs tearing your once disheveled lingerie completely off of you, your strained voice making his dick twitch.
âHmm~ yeah, thatâs my little superstar.â Within seconds, he had you turned around on your knees once again with your face pressed to the plush red carpet. Val made little effort to remove your panties, leaving them bunched up around your knees. Finally, with your face on the floor, your ass in the air and your throbbing cunt free of the fabric, Val gets a good look at your eager pussy. He yanks off his belt and quickly frees his dick without even pulling his pants down much. He canât wait much longer and neither can you.
He swiftly leans over, one hand on each of your ass cheeks as he spits on your hole, earning a whine of anticipation from you. With no hesitation, he sits up and thrusts into you all at once, filling every bit of you instantly. âOh my fucking-â Val growls loudly as his hands grip your hips, his cock immediately moving at an unforgiving pace. Giving you no time to adjust, he continues to pound into you as he leans forward, putting one hand on the side of your head then forcing it down onto the ground. âAh~ such a clean little cunt youâve got, just patiently waiting to be filled by daddy, huh?â
All you can muster up is a collection of moans, whines and gasps. Right as you catch your breath, Val spanks your ass hard and his pace slows. âUse your words~â Despite the stinging hand print on your ass, his voice is soft and sweet, so sultry and exciting. âYes! Ah- oh! Iâve been waiting for you all day...â Your begging goes straight to his head, pulling a hearty chuckle from him. âYouâre such a good girl, amorcito. Always doing exactly what I say, right when I say it. And you do it all sooo welllll~â
His thrusting had stopped completely now and suddenly, his hands are on your shoulders, pulling you up to be parallel with his body. Your back against his chest and you now sitting on his dick, he wraps one of his strong hands around your throat loosely and pulls you back against him before whispering in your ear. âGood girls get to cum sooner. You wanna cum now, baby?â And you couldnât take it anymore, you began to squirm against him. âYes, yes! Please keep goinggggg~â
And Val obeys, wrapping his arms around your torso tightly then helping bounce you on his dick. He is so strong, he is literally lifting you completely off of his lap before slamming you back down again, making your stomach bulge as he swelled inside you. A moaning mess covered in sweat, you had lost control of your legs and were now relying on him to keep you going. Now youâve found yourself thanking the stars that you had done good today and impressed him. He was always willing to service his favorites and this was so worth the wait.
He moved one hand up to your neck again, squeezing it as he pants and growls in your ear. With every up and down of your body, you can feel yourself getting close, your tummy feels so full and your walls wonât stop tightening around his dick. âYeah~ lemme hear you, mi cariño.â
Moaning at a higher volume now, Val couldnât hold back anymore and he sunk his teeth into your shoulder, drawing blood. As a squeal leaves you, he keeps his mouth latched to you, still thrusting up into your sopping cunt as he licks the blood away. Finally, once you feel yourself fall off the edge of pleasure, your legs tense up against him and your hands bound behind you were searching for something to grasp. âOh fuck~! Th-thank you, daddy. Thankyoudaddythankyoudaddythankyoudaddyyyyyyy~!â Your cries are harsh, babbles of appreciation pouring from your dry mouth as Val continues to buck up into you.
Without letting you catch your breath, he pushes you back down into the carpet, your weak body going limp as you lay flat against the ground. Panting and whining still, you squeeze your legs together once you realize heâs not inside you anymore. Not a moment later, Val was gripping your bruised hips and pulling your ass back up in the air. Legs shaking violently, you couldnât control your loud whining as he thrusts back into you again, resuming the same rapid pace as before. Val grunts and hisses at the feeling of your slick dripping down his thighs now. âHmmphâŠgonna cum in you. Gonna fill my pretty girl up.â With a firm slap to your already tender ass, Val lets out a rumbling laugh as you pant into the carpet, tears of overstimulation cascading down your burning cheeks.
Already so fucked, you couldnât even close your mouth for long enough to form a single word. Your only option was to relax into his grip and enjoy it for as long as he lasts. âF-fuck.â Val stutters out as his fingers dig into your soft flesh. With one final thrust, burying his dick inside you completely, he let out a throaty grunt followed by soft sighs. It nearly brought you to another climax feeling his hot cum spill into you. After a few seconds of being still, Val slowly pumps in and out of you, lewd squishing noises sounding from where your bodies connected.
Another hard smack to the ass is followed by Val slowly pulling out of you with his eyes locked on your swollen pussy the whole time. Glancing back at him, all you could see through the blurry tears in your eyes was his huge, satisfied grin as he watched his thick load dribble out of you. âMm mm mm. You are so delectable. Such a good girl.â
Without another word, Val stands and pulls his pants up, adjusting himself before fastening his belt. You had since collapsed completely, your body heavy and flat against the floor beneath you. Val stepped over your quivering form and skillfully untied your hands with amazing speed. Your arms came flopping down to your sides as you inhaled fully then exhaled deeply. âGet yourself cleaned up and go rest for the night. Iâm gonna need you to do all of that lovely hard work again tomorrow. You can do that for me, right baby?â
âYes, daddy~â
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Good doll
pairing: lee felix x afab!reader
genre: smut smut smut
word count: 1.7k
warning/s: bondage, like one slap, sub/dom dynamics, felix is called a doll and a sex toy, choking, unprotected sex, creampie, cum eating, hair pulling, dumbification, dacryphilia, degradation, semi public sex, not proofread
a/n: i'm sorry but just look at the picture asjsksls i'm feral for him and this is just dirty i hope you enjoyđ«Łđ€ please reblog if you like itđ«¶đ»
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You can't believe your boyfriend looks this good. You wanted to find the stylist and thank them in person, and you also couldn't wait for the concert to end so you could steal your unsuspecting lover away.
When they finish their concert, you're backstage ofcourse, congratulating everyone as they try to come down from the high that being on stage brings.
"Come with me."- you whisper to Felix, grabbing his wrist and dragging him away from his bandmates without even letting him answer.
He almost trips over his feet as he's still trying to catch his breath from all the dancing and singing.
"Where are we going?"- he asks.
"First empty room that can be locked."- you smirk and he looks at you dumbly.
God, you love when he's innocent like that. Only a few moments later does his mind register what you said.
"Oh. But I'm all sweaty and-"
"I don't care."- you say, opening the door to one of the smaller rooms backstage and pushing him inside. You lock the door and in the small space you hear how ragged his breath is.
"Do you know how fucking good you look right now?"- you ask Felix and he chuckles.
He opens his mouth to answer but you push him suddenly, making him fall on the chair behind him with a thud. He whimpers, his legs falling open as he looks up at you through his lashes.
"Y/n-"
"Shut up."- you grab his face making his eyes widden. "Dolls don't talk. Dolls just sit pretty and wait to be used."- you smirk and he swallows, Adam's apple bobbing up and down as his glassy eyes stare at you.
You look around and since it was some sort of dressing room, you find exactly what you were looking for - a belt.
Felix audibly gulps when he sees you grab it.
"Put your hands behind the chair."- you order and he obeys, wrists crossed as he keeps looking at you with his pretty innocent eyes.
You circle the chair and tie his hands up with the belt, careful not to make it too tight. His cock twitches in his pants from the way you handle him.
"You don't get to touch me until you've earned it."- you smirk as you hover over him, your hand tangling in his silver hair, pulling his head back as he moans deeply all the way from the back of his throat.
You release his hair and waste no time as your hands come down to grab his growing erection.
"Fuck!"- Felix whines, hips lifting up and chasing your touch.
You pull away and slap his face, making him gasp.
"What did I say? Dolls. Don't. Speak."- you say through gritted teeth, your hand wrapping around his throat.
Felix's eyes widden as you squeeze him a little, your other hand on his chest, playing with his nipple.
"Don't make me mad, doll."- you threaten, your voice low as you squeeze his neck harder, your face closer to his.
The chair creaks under Felix's weight as he shifts on it, hips lifting up on their own accord, his cock leaking in his boxers when you play with him like that.
You smirk at the desperation in his eyes and release his neck, hands raking down his chest and abs to the button on his pants. You unbutton them and slide them down with his boxers, letting it all pool at his feet.
You grab his cock, tugging on it harshly and he whines loudly, biting his lip after it.
"You want me to gag you?"- you ask and he shakes his head fast, eyes watering a little.
He looks so beautiful with his hair already disheveled, his makeup smudged and his lips bitten red. You want to bite them until he's bleeding and you lean in and kiss him passionately, your tongue forcing his lips open immediately.
Felix melts on the chair, opening his mouth for you, letting you taste him and dominate him with your tongue as he throws his head back and shuts his eyes tight, your hand stimulating his leaky pink tip. He almost busts on the spot, desperate for you but you pull away once again and smirk teasingly.
You lift up your short dress and Felix's eyes almost bulge out of his skull at the sight. You had nothing on under the dress. You teasingly run your fingers over your folds, gathering your wetness before bringing your fingers to his lips.
"I'm gonna use you for my pleasure. You like that don't you? Like being my little sex toy?"- you ask as he opens his mouth and lets you shove your fingers in. He sucks on them, tongue lapping at the taste of you as he licks every single drop, savoring it on his tongue.
He nods eagerly at your words and you chuckle.
"So easy."- you smirk, positioning yourself over his lap, before you grab his cock and sink down on him in one swift motion.
Both of you moan at the feeling, your hands tangling in Felix's hair again, pulling at it harshly and making his eyes water again as you start bouncing on his cock.
He whimpers, eyes on your breasts and you know his hand itch to touch you or at least see them but you wont let him. You revel in the way you have complete control over him as he cries and sits just letting you use him however you want.
"You're not allowed to cum until I'm done with you, understand?"- you ask and he nods, the look on his face already fucked out.
He feels so good inside you, his cock filling you up to the brim, touching you in the right spot, stretching your cunt so he can fit snuggly inside you. You could never get enough of him, never get too close to him.
You want more so you grip his shoulders and fuck on him faster and harder, your hips slapping obscenely on his, the room is getting stuffier and it's getting harder to breathe the more you rock your hips on Felix.
He looks pained, desperate to touch you or praise you, his hands gripping at the belt, beads of sweat on his forehead, a single tear running down his cheek. You think he looks even prettier than before and the way his thighs flex under you as he tries to stay still for you coupled with the way he's silently crying for you bring you to the edge and you spill your juices all over his cock.
Felix's eyes roll back for a second as you clench around him and you can feel him twitch inside you.
"Fuck, you're such a good toy. Made to please me like this, aren't you baby?"- you ask as you slowly roll your hips against him, torturing him.
"Mhm."- he groans, his head falling backwards.
"I'm not done yet. You're gonna keep sitting still like a good doll should, right?"- you pull on his hair again and Felix whimpers, the tears on his cheeks never stopping.
He nods weakly and you smirk picking up speed again as you use his cock for your pleasure.
Felix is losing his mind, straining against the belt that's keeping him from touching you.
He can't take it anymore, he has to beg.
"P-please..."- he says quietly.
"My doll talks."- you mock him. "What is it? Going a little dumb, doll? Getting desperate?"- you chuckle, slowing your hips down.
"Yes! Yes! Please! Please let me cum, I've been a good doll for you. Please..."- your boyfriend cries and you smirk, nails digging into his shoulders, you adore when he gets like this.
"You will cum after I do."- you say and reach around him to free his hands finally.
"Come on, fuck me like you want it."- you say, placing his hands on your hips and Felix gasps gripping your flesh as he starts fucking up into you.
You moan, hips meeting his halfway as you fuck each other desperately.
"Is that the best you can do, doll?"- you smirk at his efforts and he whines, nails digging into you as he fucks you harder.
"You want me to cum on your cock, hm?"- you ask him and Felix groans, hips snapping into yours angrily.
"Yes I do! Please cum for me!"- he begs and your hands wrap around his throat as you moan and let your pleasure build up until it snaps and you come again.
"Fuck, so good!"- you whine.
"Can I cum now?"- Felix looks at you desperately, lips trembling.
"Ask nicely."- you warn him, hands squeezing his neck a little, but not cutting his air off.
"Please, let me cum for you."- he begs, batting his eyelashes at you and you chuckle at his flushed face, cheeks stained with mascara streaks, lips swollen and red.
"You can cum, doll."- you smirk and Felix thanks you a hundred times as he fucks up into you sloppily until his cock twitches and you feel his hot cum fill you up.
You quickly get up and grip his hair as he whines, breathing hard from the intense orgasm he just had.
"Get on your knees and clean me up."- you order and Felix falls to his knees immediately, face buried between your legs in no time as he laps at your pussy, licking off his and your cum mixed together and swallowing it all.
You hold his head, pushing him into you as he moans, his deep voice sending vibrations through you. He licks you up until you're completely clean and until you can't take anymore.
"Did I do good?"- he asks cutely when you pull his head away.
"Show me your tongue, I wanna see that you swallowed like a good doll."- you smirk and he obeys, opening his mouth and showing you his tongue.
"Good boy."- you whisper, caressing his face and his eyes flutter at the praise, cheek nuzzling into you.
A loud knock on the door breaks the trance you both are in as you look at each other, Felix still coming out of his sub space.
"Um, guys are you done? We kinda gotta leave."- you hear a muffled voice and both of you chuckle as you help Felix get up.
"I love you."- he whispers on your lips.
"Love you too, doll."
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